#he gets a big stupid smile when he's used as a chew toy

[gaywarcriminals]

AU where Yue Qingyuan is dating the Shen twins, but everyone else assumes he's just dating one of them. However, no one can't decide which one.

"He's so partial to SJ in sect business!" "But he and SY smile so much around each other!" "I saw him in a secluded grove with SJ!" "I saw SY holding his arm!"

This concludes with someone walking in on both the twins sitting in YQY's lap kissing and/or gnawing on him. 

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 8 continuation of your little date, I hope you enjoy! Also haven't proofread it because I didn't want to make you all wait another week for it. Sorry. You're welcome to point out errors to me. English words were hard this time, sorry if some of it is redundant. Part 7 | COD Masterlist | Part 9

Simon watches you from the corner of his eyes while you two walk alongside each other through the park. You’re tossing a ball for Wraith and the guard dog basically turned into an overgrown puppy at the sight of the toy.

It’s gotten late and after you spent the entire afternoon in the Café talking, Wraith needed a walk. Instead of saying goodbye you invited Simon to tag along. That’s a win, right? It’s a big step. You voluntarily decided to spend more time with him and Simon can feel himself vibrate with excitement.

“So an ex-soldier. What exactly did you do?”, you ask him while you toss Wraith’s ball for the thousandth time. You turn your pretty face towards him and he meets your eyes, puts his hands into his pockets and slightly shrugs his shoulders.

“Spec Ops.”, is his simple answer and you furrow your brows.

“Spe- what?” The confusion in your voice is adorable and Simon balls his fists, stuffs them deeper into his pockets so he doesn’t do something stupid (like pull you in and kiss you breathless).

“Special Operations. We weren’t really deployed somewhere permanently, instead they sent us wherever we were needed. Lots of stuff I am not allowed to talk about.”, he explains and wonders if you’ll be scared of him again.

When he looks at you, your eyes are wide. “Oh.”, you mutter and seem to think hard. It grows quiet for a minute and a small smile finds its way onto Simon’s lips. You’re chewing your lips again, seemingly troubled and who the fuck allowed you to look so adorable doing that.

“What is it, sweetheart.”, he asks, his voice warm and soft. He really hopes you can’t hear the lovesick undertone.

“I don’t know what I’m allowed to ask.”, you explain and grin self-conscious. He wants to lick the awkwardness off your lips (whoa okay, he really needs to get his thoughts in check).

Instead of doing that like a total creep, he tells you: “You can ask whatever you want, sweetheart. We’ll see what I can answer.”

You nod and think again. So far you haven’t protested his continued use of petnames. He enjoys it, enjoys claiming you with words in a subtle way. The only thing he’d enjoy even more would be you claiming him back. With words, marks, a collar, anything as long as he gets to be yours.

By now you’re walking closely besides him, and every now and then your arms brush against each other. It sends a shock up his arm every time, makes his neck tingle and his jaw clench in an effort to hold back, to not overwhelm you. The last thing he wants is to fuck up with you. As much as he wants to hold you he’d rather endure torture again than make you uncomfortable by coming on too strong.

“Why did you retire?”, you finally ask. “You don’t have to answer if you’d rather not!”, you immediately add in the same breath and Simon chuckles a bit at that.

The way you’re glancing at him seems nervous. It’s oddly endearing, like you’re nervous of misstepping with him. He quite enjoys that look on your face. Making you nervous in a way that doesn’t stem from fear is weirdly thrilling and he wants to keep doing it (would you be nervous if he pushed you up against a tree? If he used his height to his advantage and had you at his mercy? Would you be nervous if you had him at your mercy? God, he wants to be at your mercy).

“’s alright, sweets. Had a mission that went south, can’t really go into details. After that they set us up with a comfortable new life and told us to start over.” He can see the curiousness plain as day in your eyes and he wants to kick the officials who’re keeping him from just telling you everything.

Maybe someday he’ll do it anyway. Fuck if anyone can dictate him what to talk about. He’ll definitely tell you someday. Once he’s yours and sure you won’t run from him for revealing his past.

You cock your head at that. “Can you tell me about your team?”, you ask instead of prying and he could kiss you for that alone (he’s not sure he could have denied you, had you asked with your sweet voice and big curious eyes).

He nods at you and your face practically lights up with a big smile at the opportunity to finally get more info. He’s tempted to tell you every single confidential thing he knows, just to see you light up like that again.

“The lads are all in town. We’re four. Johnny, the fucker, owns a bakery. Flirts with everyone that comes in. People dig the accent.”, he begins and you perk up.

“Accent? It’s not the Scottish one, is it? What was his name…”, you seem to wrack your brain for it. “Mac…. Mac…”

“MacTavish.”, Simon supplies and you beam at him.

“I know that guy! His bread is to die for.”, you claim and Simon can’t really tell you that he already knows you frequent his friends bakery (he might have seen you there when he went to visit Johnny at work; might have worked out the times you go to Johnny’s and visited him more often around that time).

“He seems really nice but…”, you trail off and when you don’t continue Simon gently nudges you with his elbow to go on (you don't seem bothered by the contact, and he's surprised by himself for daring to do that so casually), curious what you might have to say about Johnny. You hesitate.

“Go on, sweetheart.”, he urges gently.

 “… he kinda intimidates me.”, you finally admit and suddenly Simon is grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Johnny intimidates you. Who would have ever guessed.

Johnny, who only recently teased him that ‘the cutie’ would never warm up to him because of his scary mask, intimidates you. Yet scary Simon is the one you’re taking a stroll in the park with. He desperately wants to rub it in Johnny’s face.

“Don’t tell your friend about it, but I can’t ever seem to remember his name. My friends and I refer to him as MacFlurry.”, you add, blushing but grinning mischievously.

Simon stares at you for a second and he can see the smile slowly drop and the apology forming on your lips when he starts laughing. He clutches his ribs, doubling over. Oh he’s gonna have so much fun with this information.

After a few seconds your laughter joins his as you’re helplessly giggling along, his booming laughter infectious.

“That…”, he laughs. “That’s great. Fucking MacFlurry.” He practically wheezes in laughter. Shit, he wants to marry you. Right here, right now.

Your giggle is beautiful and slightly bashful. Simon wishes he could catch it in a jar so he might listen to the heavenly sound again and again.

Finally he catches his breath and straightens up a bit, his eyes are twinkling, creases all around them from smiling so widely. He wants to tug you in close and thank you for existing.

“You know, sweetheart, I could always introduce you to MacFlurry and the others. We’re meeting up this evening. Wanna tag along?”, he blurts out before he can reconsider and your eyes grow wide and alarmed.

[hiskillingjar]

i'd rather be with you

cus good men die too and i'd rather be with you

happy eight years 🔨🗡️🖤

"Do you hate me?"

"Hm?"

You looked up at him over the top of your Chinese takeaway box, raising a brow underneath your bangs as you chewed tofu and broccoli, the low sound of a long forgotten documentary on the television filling the silence between the two of you.

Without Ren, holed away in the basement attending to his new found, online stardom, Strade didn't have anyone to watch documentaries with, and you were quick to fill the niche that had been left behind.

You didn't mind if you were the second choice.

"That's kind of a big question," You murmured, wiping your mouth and furrowing your brow.

"It's kind of a big night," Strade replied, good naturedly, toying with his food with his chopsticks, his eyes never leaving yours as a smile graced his lips. Right, it was an anniversary, wasn't it? Strade was always a stickler for those kinds of traditions. "Do you hate me?"

"I don't know," You said with a shrug, a little put off by his patient smile (as you often were) as you swished noodles around the cardboard box they came in. "Maybe I did once. And…" Your voice was a little quieter, your hand still. "Maybe I still do, sometimes…"

"Oh?"

There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he raised a brow. Your honest answer had surprised him, and he liked to be surprised.

"That's a brave thing to admit. I'm kind of impressed that you have the balls for it," He chuckled. "Masel tov."

"I suppose it is," You forced out a nervous little chuckle, looking down at your food to avoid the growing amusement in his golden gaze. "But...I mean, I've been here for eight years now. I don't think you're going to get rid of me, just because I admitted to," Rightfully. "Hating you sometimes."

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure." He replied airily, casually, (always so fucking casual, like he didn't recognise the gravity of any of this, he never did) taking a bite of his own food and a swig of beer as he threw a thick arm over the back of the couch. "I could still kill you."

"Mm," You hummed non-committedly, setting your food down on the coffee table and crossing your arms over your chest.

You had your reasons to be scared of Strade, even after nearly a decade of capture, but you weren't scared of his threats, not when he spoke them like this.

You'd had eight years of being used to his threats, after all. You knew when they were empty, when they were said just to scare you, and when he was being serious.

He smirked at your defiant expression, all the same, taking another long swig of beer and smacking his lips indulgently, sucking on his teeth as he considered what to say next.

What was the best way to get under your skin.

"I mean, I cut off your leg because I was bored…" He continued, idly picking sesame seeds from his teeth and tilting his head to the side, observing you, waiting for your next retort. "You wouldn't put it past me to kill you for the same reason?"

"Hah," You laughed, swallowed, bit the inside of your cheek as you tried (desperately hard) not to look down at the covered stump where your right leg had been. You gave him a slightly grim smile. "I thought you cut my leg off because you couldn't stand me being taller than you?"

"Hah," He let out an unexpected laugh, hearty and good natured. "Still got that sense of humour, I see." He shook his head fondly and sat forward on the couch, thick arms crossed and resting on his knees as he gave you a warmer smile. A reward for making him laugh. "One of the things I've always loved about you."

"Well, I guess that's my question then…"

"Hm?" He raised a brow, his smile dropping a little. "What's that?"

"If I hate you...do you love me?" You asked quietly, looking him in the eye.

He let out another laugh, more of a scoff, as he leaned back on the couch.

"What a stupid question." His smile deepened in spite of his incredulous reply. "Of course I love you. I wouldn't have kept you if I didn't."

Despite what little sane mind you had left was telling you, you couldn't stop a fondness curl in the pit of your stomach (like an insect, a pill bug, a parasite), looking down at your lap to hide a gathering blush in your cheeks.

Maybe you'd go totally insane by year ten, and you wouldn't have to be nagged by your own conscience for loving in spite of your hate.

"Hm…" You hummed softly, glancing back at him, letting him see the softness in your expression and the warmth in your cheeks. "Even if I hate you sometimes?"

After a moment, he then leaned forward, reaching out to take hold of your left hand in his and bringing it up to his lips in a sweet kiss.

It was almost enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

You knew it was pathetic, but god, could you be blamed for being in love when he could be this sweet to you, seconds after threatening to kill you?

You didn't think so.

"Meine liebe, I would love you," He said softly, his thumb tracing a pattern over the back of your hand, his breath warm on your skin. "Even if you hated me until the day you died."

You glanced again at his hand on yours (big, warm tan skin covering your sweaty palm), idly nibbling your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling even wider.

You didn't miss it being the day you died, and not him. But you couldn't find a reason to care that much.

"You really have a way with words sometimes, don't you?"

Strade chuckled warmly at that, lifting your hand in his and bringing it up his face so he could rest his stubbly, scarred cheek against it.

"Maybe." He replied, just as softly. "I guess your romantic side rubbed off on me."

"Good." You murmured, just enjoying the sensation of his stubble gently rubbing against your knuckles, the warm feel of his skin against yours, the quiet of the evening making you forget all that was wrong outside of this private, intimate scene. "You could stand to be a little more romantic…"

"I am very romantic," He protested with a playful, though he was clearly holding back a smile. Something about his face made your heart hurt, just looking at it, and you silently cursed the God who had long abandoned you that this scene had such a dark subtext behind it. "You just need to give me a chance to prove it."

"Would you like that chance?" You asked. leaning in a little closer, your lips almost grazing against his. "Given to you, not taken from me…"

He laughed again and pressed another kiss to your knuckles.

"Well, you do know how much I like taking things." He murmured, a wicked gleam in his eyes that reminded you, instantly, that you were only here because he wanted you, and no other reason. "But...I guess might like to have it given to me, too…"

He was bad, awful, maybe even evil. Rotten to the bone without even a hope for any kind of redemption.

But maybe so were you for wanting him.

Wanting him.

Wanting him.

"Then kiss me," You said, like it was the last thing you would ever say. "Kiss me until I don't hate you."

He grinned and leaned in, smiling against your mouth.

"It would be my pleasure."

And he kissed you.

And you forgot every reason you could have had for ever hating him.

[sanjifucker42069]

Hit Me? Sanji x Reader

Word count: about 1.2k 

Bro….the dodgeball game…sanji is so stupid, pathetic wet cat of a man coded...I wanted to throttle him. I want to hit this man with my 2003 ford prius yoda style. I want to chew on him like a squeaky toy

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy handed teasing, you wanna make sanji cry apparently, VERY SUGGESTIVE, use of the word cock lol, semi-nsfw, no fucking tho…unless? 👀👀👀 sanji might be semi ooc, I am obsessed with the idea of a reader that sanji doesn't have the usual chivalry towards?? Like bless him he'd try, but you're just such a shit.

“Why yeah it'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like!”

Oh. Now wasn't that intriguing?

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Sanji sulked on the sidelines, fiddling with a lightly crumpled cigarette. Taking pity on him you sat down next to him. Sanji shot you a lazy grin, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. You smiled back, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“I should be mad at you, you could cost us the match.” You joked. Sanji grumbled, his words unintelligible. He could barely make out that ‘you wouldn't understand’ and ‘that he was weak okay!’

You laughed, eyes turning back to watch the match in front of you. You didn't feel too defeated, you trusted your captain. 

“It's okay Ji. I don't think anyone could've gotten out faster than I did! You still did good!”

Sanji turned to you, hearts dancing in his eyes. “And who would dare throw balls at such beauty?! A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't have even had to partake in such a barbaric display.”

“You saying I can't handle some balls? I happen to be very good at handling them.” You teased. The result was instantaneous, Sanji biting back a perverted laugh, a cute blush on his cheeks.

“Oh angel, really? I didn't expect you to be so saucy.”

There were many things that were undeniably true about you; You were in no way one of the stronger straw hats, you loved a good dirty joke, and you loved nothing more than making your little love cook squirm. If Sanji wanted to pretend all women were angels capable of no wrong, well, who were you to take advantage of that?

You feigned innocence, even cocking your head. “What do you mean? I didn't drop it once.”  

Sanji squirmed, avoiding your gaze. You wanted to crack and snort loudly at his cute face. Instead you pursed your lips in thought.

“Love! I…uh-” he cut off when you couldn't hold it in anymore, a raucous laugh escaping you. He watched you slap your knee like it was the funniest thing in the world. He pouted. “(Name) that's not fair.”

“Oh relax, you big baby.” You cooed. 

A steady silence resumed between you two, watching the match with bated breath. Things weren't looking so good. As the enemies advanced on Zoro, Chopper, and Luffy, so did you with your own attack.

“So.” You began. Sanji hummed in acknowledgement, eyes focused on the field. You paused. Was this really the time to flirt with the man? Probably not, but you were nothing if not an opportunist. You grinned at him, exaggerating his swooning.

“It'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like, hmm?”

‘You were a lady!’ Sanji reminded himself, trying to bite back a growl. You just loved to get under his skin, didn't you? He was flushed in embarrassment. It's not like he wanted to lose the match! It's not his fault he had a weakness for pretty women! 

The crowd was aroar, you could hear your crew shouting. Oh. Zoro was out. Sanji began yelling at the swordsman, before he turned his attention back to you.

“So?” Sanji tried to sound unaffected. Your cute giggles reached his ears. Seriously! You were such a little tease, so cute, but so unattainable. You seemed to love riling him up, and he wanted nothing more than to make you his. He wasn't used to women not only reciprocating, but flirting back at a rate that made him dizzy. 

Honestly, the both of you needed to stop being cowards and just confess already.

“Who's the ‘saucy’ one now? You're out here parading your little masochist streak.”

“I am not!” He blustered.

“Where were you hoping they'd hit anyway?” You purred out the question. Sanji tried ignoring you, focusing on the match, but he was one man! One currently very weak man.

You pouted. “I was just joking, Ji. Your kinks are your own. I'm not here to shame you for it.”

“It's not a kink!” He argued. You were relishing this. Sanji was always such a gentleman, so giving and dedicated to worshipping women. And yet, you, you were one of the only women you'd ever seen him snap at and lose his cool with, his hot temper getting the better of him.

Taking advantage of this you leant closer, your thighs touching. Sanji snapped out of his anger, eyes darting to where your half naked leg pressed against his long suit trouser-clad one. Too caught up in where you were touching him, he didn't notice how close your lips were to his ear.

“So you wouldn't like it if that pretty Porche lady pelted you with those dodgeballs? Or tied you up? Or manhandled you to make you be a good boy?”

Sanji was sweating, his heart eyes betraying him. Yeah, you knew your chef. You dropped your voice lower, bracing one hand on his chest.

“Forget hitting, what if she stepped on you? Would you like that, Sanji?”

The man in question whined, quiet pants escaped him, his eyes swirling with lust. He let his eyes fall closed, the dodgeball match long forgotten. Bingo! You felt yourself grow wet. Yes, you were a bad guy! It's just so easy to rile him up. Besides, Sanji would never spare you a passing glance, clear that you annoyed him. So what was the harm in airing out your frustrations like this?

“Love.” He gulped, shuffling around to change how he sat. You grinned at him wickedly. His reactions were so cute, you definitely overstepped the line.

“You didn't answer the question, cook. What if she stepped on your cock, hmm? Only lightly, of course, wouldn't wanna damage the goods.”

Sanji made a noise halfway between a groan and a choking sound, his hand darting up to grab the one you had pressed against his chest. You startled. You could see it in his eyes, the disgust, that unmistakable look of discomfort. Of course he wouldn't want to discuss this kind of stuff with you! You were one of the guys!

“Shit.” You withdrew your hand, not noticing how Sanji's tried to grab you. You'd definitely overstepped the line! “I'm so sorry Sanji, that was completely uncalled for.”

“Love.” He rasped. You were flustered, trying desperately not to stare at him.

The crowd was aroar, people around you jumping and shouting. You looked for a way out. 

Wait? What the fuck?

A brown ball of fluff was lying crumpled on the court lines. 

“Chopper! Oh shit!” You yelled, hurriedly getting to your feet. “Sanji I'm so sorry, I- you can yell at me about this later, I promise.” 

Sanji watched you speed off, hurriedly running to their youngest member. He sighed out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You were going to be the death of him! You'd made him so hard, so quick, and then, like a true tease dashed off before he could properly engage anything. When would you realise that it was you he wanted to treat him like that?

Later? 

Yeah. Yeah he could yell about it later. 

Right now, he needed a fucking smoke and a cold shower.

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Looks like lingerie part 3 is coming i promise ;-; I'm just having trouble writing it ;-; here's a little drabble instead I do have SOOOOO many drabbles I've worked on in the mean time though?

[psuedochakra]

Hot for Teacher - 1

1986, Miramar, CA

As far as naval air stations went, Maverick only had good things to say about Miramar. And the only good thing was that Commander Metcalf didn't bounce Mav as soon as he did something stupid. Oh, wait. No. He wasn't a commander anymore. Fancy pants admiral over there.

When your favorite admiral asks you to fill in as an instructor, you accept. Especially when Maverick’s other option was a questionably long deployment in the Mediterranean. Normally, Maverick wouldn’t mind. But he had just finished up [redacted] months doing [redacted] . Maverick deserved a break. Teaching at TOPGUN had to be easier than [redacted] .

Mav even came to base on the weekend. Only because Viper had asked because Mav needed to meet the other instructors. He waltzed his way to the offices. Maverick would even have an office. He’d have to dig out some photos to put up. 

“Pete Mitchell,” a voice called as he walked toward the offices, “You’re still kicking?”

“Charlie Blackwood,” Maverick smiled. “You’re still slumming it with us naval aviators?”

Charlie laughed. She had a lovely laugh. Sparkling, warm. She also belonged to the list of powerful men's daughters that Mav kept track of in his head. He definitely didn’t need another family mad at him. Between the Blackwoods and the Benjamins, the Blackwoods would be the worst option. At least what happened with Penny Benjamin was a misunderstanding. Admiral Benjamin wasn't very understanding of it, but Penny smoothed it over. Somehow. 

“Where’s Viper?” Maverick asked.

“At home. It’s Sunday,” Charlie replied with a shrug. “Here’s your office.”

The little sign by the door labeled it as Jester’s office. The office was pretty big considering there were two desks shoved in there. The windows overlooked the tarmac.

“I thought I was filling in for Jester,” Mav tapped the sign as they entered the room.

“You are. Talk to Viper if you want your name on there,” Charlie shrugged. “I’m down the hall by Viper’s office.”

“I’m intimately familiar with Viper’s office,” Mav joked.

Charlie laughed again.

“You get Jester’s office to yourself, since he’s out,” Charlie carried on. “I’ve been handling theoreticals and the boring physics parts. You and Hammer will do the practicality and exciting application parts.”

Maverick groaned, “Hammer like Chester Cain?”

Charlie nodded, frowning slightly.

“I hate that guy.”

“He’s not a fan of you,” she informed him. “Especially since you get an actual office and he has to use a section of the classroom.”

“What did he poison Jester for his office?” Mav rolled his eyes.

“Maverick!” Charlie scolded with a giggle.

He knew better. Jester had an unexpected surgery (appendix) and was out for the foreseeable future. At least for this TOPGUN class. They were two weeks into the course. Maverick could suck it up for three weeks and work with Cain.

“Charlie, what’s Cain doing here anyway?” Maverick asked her. “He’s been singing praises of the Air Force’s UAVs for years. Teaching literal humans doesn’t seem like his bag.”

Charlie frowned. She started chewing her lip, a nervous habit. Blackwoods ran deep in DC. Cain could be here to curry favor with her for something. It could just be a run of the mill assignment for Cain too. Or, the secret third option, Cain could have requested it. Not unheard of since TOPGUN was a pretty cushy position. Fly and teach all day.

“Between you and me?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Of course,” Maverick nodded.

She closed the office door and stood closer to Maverick.

“Word back home is that some defense contractor wants to sell more remote controlled toys,” Charlie said quietly, “Air Force is interested, but the Navy won’t buy so long as Viper and this program are effective.”

“Huh,” Mav clicked his tongue, “Think he’s here to snoop?”

“Best case. He did request it.”

“Worst case?”

Charlie shrugged. “Why do you think you’re here?”

“Because Jester had his appendix taken out?”

“Use your brain, Maverick,” Charlie tapped his skull gently. “Out of everyone Viper could have recalled?”

“Charlie, you’re better at this game than I am,” he told her.

Charlie sniffed at him and gave him a look.

“Ensure success,” Charlie explained, “And look good doing it. For you and Viper. The Navy's Maverick wrangler wrangles him again. You prove you can sit still for at least three weeks.”

“See, you’re so much better at this,” Mav praised. “Now, be honest. Do I have to meet up with Cain now? Or can you just catch me up?”

Charlie laughed, “No, sorry. I’m just the liaison today. He’s in his classroom office. I’ll grab your housing keys and meet you over there.”

“Great. Lucky me.”

At least Cain was equally unhappy about their situation as Maverick. He wasn’t outright hostile, at least. They commiserated about having to be there together on a Sunday. They lamented about Viper bailing on them. Cain glossed over the pilots and their backseaters. Charlie hadn’t joined them yet, so Cain complained about her teaching style. All substance; too complex. Everything she said belonged in a textbook. Nobody could possibly apply her theories, but a computer sure could.

Maverick nodded absentmindedly as he flipped through personnel files and lesson plans. Jester left him a bunch of things from TOPGUNs past in their office. Mav could cobble together something from Jester’s old plans and notes from this class.

“They’re all Tomcat duos?” Mav asked.

“Hmm?” Cain looked at him.

“The students.”

“Oh, yeah. All in F-14s.”

“What are we chasing them in?”

“Skyhawks.”

Maverick whistled, “Haven’t flown one of those in a long time. I’ve been in F-5s lately.”

“We can probably find you one,” Charlie announced as she approached the two men.

“What are they like?” Mav continued.

“The pilots? Cocky fucks,” Cain shrugged.

Charlie looked at the personnel folders over Mav’s shoulder. 

“These two,” she pointed, “Chatterboxes. This one just had a kid. He came from the birth here. Little distracted, but his RIO keeps him focused. Oh, he's a sweetheart. Tests really well. His pilot does too. Both physics degrees, I think. These two, top of the class in points.”

“For now,” Cain interjected.

Charlie clicked her tongue quietly in Mav's ear. She handed Maverick his housing keys. The trio went over possible lessons. How to best integrate the boring physics with the exciting physics. After a few hours, Maverick excused himself. He still had to check out his house and unpack. He scooped up his paperwork and left.

The on-base housing wasn’t terrible. Especially compared to a shitty little bunk he had to share with someone else. Mav’s place had two bedrooms, one and a half baths, an attached garage, and was completely furnished. All shitty navy issue furnishings, but he didn’t care. He tossed his duffel into a bedroom, left the paperwork on the dining table, and picked up the phone.

“Bradshaw residence,” the other line greeted him.

“Hey, honey! I’m home,” Mav said cheerfully.

The phone exploded in his ear. Mav held it away and winced. He could clearly hear the loud and frantic chatter from one of his favorite Bradshaws with the phone a few inches away still.

“PETER MAVERICK MITCHELL, THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT YOU’RE STATESIDE?! CAROLE! MAV’S STATESIDE!!”

There was a click of a second phone being picked up.

“Petey!?” she exclaimed.

“Hey Carole,” Pete grinned. “Putting that bedroom phone to good use, huh? And you said it was a stupid idea.”

“I said it was stupid when you wanted us to put a phone in our room so you and Goosey could talk until he fell asleep,” Carole snorted. “It’s perfectly practical for this.”

“Where’re you at now, Mav?” Goose chuckled.

“Miramar,” Mav answered. “Viper called me for this TOPGUN class. Jester’s out. You remember Jester?”

“Yeah, yeah. No fun. S’why he didn’t like us, honey.”

“XO on that carrier, right?” Carole asked them.

“Yeah.”

“Mhmm.”

“How long you stateside for, Petey?” Carole kept on.

“Three weeks at least. I’ve got loads of leave I can take, and Viper will probably grant it,” Mav said.

“I’ve got vacation time too. We can fly out closer to graduation,” Goose hummed. “Bradley doesn’t start college until September.”

“How’s he?”

“Oh, you know,” Carole giggled, “Embarrassed by everything we say and do.”

“Teenagers, Mav, fucking teenagers,” Goose lamented.

“He’s goin’ to UT Austin. Go Longhorns!” Carole cheered. “Got a hefty baseball scholarship and everything.”

“Hey, that’s great,” Mav smiled.

They chatted until Maverick’s stomach rumbled. Carole scolded him for not eating. Reluctantly, the Bradshaws hung up. Left, finally, to his own devices, Mav ordered pizza and went back over the pilots’ personnel files again.

There were four sets of aviators and RIOs. They were all young . Late 20s, but that still felt so young. Their official Navy photos looked even younger. Maverick wondered if the photos were from flight school. Their records were pretty good, of course. TOPGUN was for the best of the best. 

Chipper and Sundown out of NAS Key West; VF-101 Grim Reapers. They were part of a replacement squadron. It sounded like those two were the permanent fixture, training other, newer aviators before they moved on.

Hollywood and Wolfman out of NAS Oceana; VF-41 Black Aces. Mav had heard of a Prowler crashing on the deck of their carrier a few years ago. They lost three F-14s and three crew. Other than that, they were terribly efficient.

Cougar and Merlin also out of NAS Oceana; VF-143 Pukin’ Dogs. A lot of reconnaissance. If Maverick’s memory served him correctly, VF-143 were the first to do combat reconnaissance in F-14s.

Iceman and Slider out of NAS Jacksonville; VF-102 Diamondbacks. Maverick frowned as he skimmed. They had just gotten back from [redacted] a few months ago. A lot of the information was blacked out. He made a mental note to ask the aviator and RIO after the first class.

Class started at 0800 with Charlie’s lectures. After, Jester would give the practical applications of her fancy physics talk. Cain took over that for the first day. Next, the first set of hops before lunch. They’d run simulations after lunch, maybe have a test, and finally the last set of hops in the afternoon.

All the students flew, in some combination. Four in the morning; four in the afternoon. Jester had been shot down once by Iceman and Slider. Cain had been at least once by everyone. That lended credibility to Maverick's developing “here to sabotage TOPGUN” theory.

“We’ve been going up separately,” Cain explained as he put on his flight suit. “Jester wanted us to start going up together in week four.”

“Fine by me,” Maverick nodded.

“I’ve got Cougar, Merlin, Sundown, and Chipper for day. You can take the other four for afternoon.”

The two superior officers had their own locker room. Brand new too. Viper had made a lot of updates to Miramar since Maverick's last stay. The fancy commander-and-higher locker room was by the offices. Which Maverick thought was hilarious because Cain still had to go all the way back to the classrooms if he forgot something at his desk. Because he didn’t have an office on that side of the building. Maverick, per Viper’s orders, avoided the classrooms that Monday. He was a surprise for the afternoon hops victims. Participants. Same thing. 

While everyone played with computers, Maverick went up in a Skyhawk. It wasn’t quite as lithe as he liked, but it would do. Eventually, his two sets of duos were in the air with him. He waited while they searched for him. Comms were on between all three planes (and the base).

“I didn’t even see Hammer go up,” someone said.

“I swear he was still running sims with Blackwood when we left the room,” another one added.

“Maybe they found an extra instructor? Or maybe Jester recovered sooner,” the first person again.

“You think it’s Viper?” the second person laughed.

“No way. Guy hasn’t flown since Korea,” first person.

A third voice chimed in, “Can you two shut up and focus.”

“Eyes peeled,” the fourth and final voice.

Maverick grinned under his mask. 

“Sorry Ice,” the first two voices said together.

He could see the two Tomcats searching for him. Maverick had never flown a Tomcat; he’d have to ask Viper if he could get up in one. He wasn’t sure how well it would maneuver against the Skyhawk. He knew from the spec sheets that the younger aviators would have him on speed. 

“Slider?” It was the fourth voice again. Iceman, Mav deduced.

“Nothing,” Slider, Mav assumed, answered. The source of the mysterious third voice.

“Maybe Hammer hasn’t launched yet?” Hollywood or Wolfman suggested.

“He couldn’t have if he was still in the classroom,” the other one added.

Mav got bored. He clicked his comms on and soared past them.

“Fight’s on, gentlemen,” he announced.

There was a chorus of “who the fuck was that” over the radio. Maverick chuckled to himself. The aviators, for safety purposes, couldn’t switch to a private channel. Their CO, Maverick in this case (how weird was it he was someone’s CO), had to be able to hear them in case of emergencies. So Maverick got to listen as Iceman and Slider immediately took control.

Iceman took point; Hollywood on his wing. Slider and Wolfman may as well have been speaking a different, backseater language. Mav guessed it was for his location. They’d say a position; their pilots would immediately fall in. 

“Wood, got a shot?” Iceman asked.

“Almost, almost, almost,” came Hollywood’s response.

The Skyhawk didn’t have the speed of the Tomcat. It more than made up for it with handling. Mav tipped his nose until the momentum forced the plane up vertically. He braked, he had to, and flew past Hollywood and Wolfman. 

“What the fuck!?”

“What happened?!”

“Ice?”

“Hmmph.”

Mav leveled out and got tone.

“That’s tone, gentlemen,” he said.

Hollywood and Wolfman swore as they broke off.

“Then there were two,” Mav tried a joke.

No response over the radio. Mav scanned the skies, but he couldn’t find the second Tomcat. He must have lost them after his cobra maneuver. With all this newfound silence, Maverick wondered how the two aviators were communicating. Their records showed they had been together since flight school. They both attended Annapolis; same graduation year. More deduction, but Mav guessed they knew each other back then too. Spend enough time with anyone, and you could convey a lot without sound.

He saw their shadow by pure chance. Mav probably couldn’t pull off the same stunt twice. Especially not in a plane that wasn’t designed for it. Iceman was good, but Maverick had been flying at least as long as that kid had been alive. Which was to say “but Maverick was better.”

He pulled right but didn’t brake. The Skyhawk curved around and down; the Tomcat followed after a beat. A very brief and unnoticable pause, but a pause nonetheless.

“Ice?”

“Fuck.”

Flying a Skyhawk was like riding a bike apparently.

Maverick was giddy as he announced, “Tone, gentlemen!”

Maverick had a terrible idea. Terribly hilarious. Iceman’s file had been nothing but commendation after praise after praise. Nary a punishment, penalty, nor penance to be found.

“Iceman. Kazansky, right?” Mav put on his best senior officer voice, “I want to see you in Jester’s office after this.”

“Yessir,” there was no hesitation in the younger man’s response.

Mav took his time landing. He contemplated buzzing the tower, but thought better on his first day. Favor for Viper and all that. Maverick figured it would take the younger pilot some time to work up the nerve to actually report to his office immediately. So he showered, blissfully alone, and changed. 

Kazansky was still in his flight suit. He stood outside of Jester's/Maverick's office door. He'd probably been there minutes after he landed. Maverick pursed his lips but didn't say anything. He unlocked the door and gestured for Iceman to enter. Mav sat at the empty desk; Kazanksy stood there. Awaiting further instructions.

He was hot; it was unfair to have such a hot student. Kazansky looked like a catalog model. Sharp features, blue eyes, soft lips. His hair was plastered down from sweat and his helmet. The sleeves of his flight suit were pushed up, showing off his thick, tanned arms. Maverick felt his mouth go a bit dry, and he tried not to stare too much. 

“You could have showered,” Mav said with a grin.

“You said you wanted to see me, sir,” Kazansky replied.

“I did, didn’t I?”

No response.

“Commander Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick,” Maverick extended his hand, “I’m filling in for Jester, as you’ve probably guessed.”

Kazansky looked… Confused for a second. Mav guessed he was used to saluting, but the lieutenant shook his hand and introduced himself.

“Have a seat,” Mav pointed to Jester’s desk chair, “I wanna ask you about some things in your file.”

“My file?” Iceman raised an eyebrow. He moved the desk chair and sat.

“Yeah, it’s all blacked out because of Charlie’s clearance I’m guessing.”

“By all means, sir. I’m an open book.”

They chatted. Eventually, Kazansky appeared to relax. Mav tried not to let his gaze linger too long on him. He really did try, but… Well, Mav always had a problem with self control.

Iceman and Slider had also been in the Mediterranean (Mav was unofficially there, but he didn’t say anything about that) aboard the America . They had been on patrol when they were fired upon by Libyan surface-to-air missiles. And again not even a month after that while escorting other jets for another mission. No casualties; impeccable flying. Their CO recommended them for the next TOPGUN class; they flew in a few days before it started.

“Damn, so you really haven’t had a breather,” Mav whistled.

Kazansky shrugged, “Part of the job, sir.”

“I guess.”

Mav couldn’t think of a reason to keep him there. He was about to dismiss the lieutenant when Kazansky started asking him about his own service record. Maverick’s reputation apparently preceded him. Time flew by. Before long, Maverick finally noticed the sun setting over the hangars.

“Shit, kid. It’s getting late,” Mav remarked.

Kazansky flushed, “Sorry, sir.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. You probably want to shower.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Here,” Maverick scribbled his address and number down, “Whenever you wanna pick this back up. I’m here until graduation.”

Kazansky took the scrap paper and thanked him. He hesitated before saluting and leaving. Maverick hated to see him leave but enjoyed watching him go. Christ, he was depraved. Kazansky was a student. His student. His well toned student with a small waist. Deep eyes… Birthmark in the perfect spot to kiss… Perfect lips… Wonder what sounds he could pull from those lips…

Okay, yeah.

Maverick was definitely in trouble.

No.

He’d be fine. Mav was a professional. He could keep his hands (and everything else) to himself.

Iceman

Iceman was definitely in trouble. 

The new instructor looked like he stepped right off a movie set. Gorgeous smile, gorgeous eyes, gorgeous everything. The way his eyes crinkled when Maverick laughed? Gorgeous. His slightly crooked nose? Gorgeous.

He’d heard of Maverick, but he hadn’t had a face for the name. He was a legend, of course; a thorn in the brass’ side. Ice had a million more questions for the commander. 

Slider was waiting for him in the locker room. Everyone else was long gone. The RIO continued waiting until his pilot was ready to talk. Ice shucked his flight suit. He desperately kept his thoughts off Maverick as he stood under the water. Slider leaned against the wall, waiting and watching. He wasn’t necessarily watching Ice shower. His gaze drifted past Ice, to the wall behind him.

“You didn't have to wait,” he tried telling his friend.

“I'm your ride, Ice,” Slider replied.

“Oh. Yeah, right.”

“Who even was that? It wasn't Cain. Cougar and them said Hammer was in the classroom.”

“New commander,” Ice willed his tone to be light. 

“Jester's replacement?” Slider asked.

Ice nodded.

“What’d he want?”

Iceman shrugged, “Chat, I guess.”

“About what?” Slider raised an eyebrow.

“Prairie Fire and Canyon.”

“Weird.”

“It was alright,” Ice said, “Maverick’s alright.”

“Like Maverick Mitchell?” Slider let out a low whistle. “He’s our new instructor?”

“Guess so.”

Index Next Chapter

[inchidentally]

this is so stupid and overthought and pointless but lol it's me sooooo

like I literally got into f1blr through videos of Lando following Carlos and Daniel around and finding them absolutely hilarious and just being their personal squealing little chew toy/satellite. so believe me I LOVE that. and god knows I've written enough about how Lando needed/sometimes still needs to hide behind these big bold alpha personalities.

but I think the ??? that transpired for some of us over the gradual blossoming of Lando's dynamic with Oscar had a lot to do with how much Lando opened up in front of our eyes bc of his new position w Oscar and how that developed. he literally said how much it felt weird for him to imagine himself in the older/more experienced position and you can see in the super early content how much Lando couldn't get a read on Oscar bc there wasn't the usual bromance stuff he's so used to. but Oscar also was so mature and calm that he didn't need Lando to do for him what Carlos and Daniel were for him.

and it seems so stupid but it's almost like Oscar hitting that growth spurt and his voice getting a little deeper sort of clicked things into place for Lando?? bc Oscar had been living alone and cooking for himself and in a serious relationship for years and he didn't need anyone to raise him or protect him like Lando needed as a rookie. and he had lived away from his family or a support system from around 14/15 so he was fully used to finding his way around and navigating new places largely alone.

but him getting taller and broader suddenly fit with his personality so much better. he didn't have his cherub Prema face clashing with how cool and confident he was anymore.

and obv Oscar has always said how much he learned just from observing Lando as one of the fastest guys on the grid, but also Lando has emphasized how much he has learned from Oscar about mentality and staying true to yourself. so again there wasn't any need for Lando to try and be big brother/mother hen.

but!! you know what Lando got to teach Oscar? and what Oscar had trained for years to be the most apt pupil about?

Lando!

bc we never really got to 'learn' Lando as a person before now unless it was on his streams, his content with Max F or his own social media content. his friendships with the other F1 guys are all a variation of bromance since they all love him - but all of them are based on Lando being the introvert among extroverts and bonding over shared activities and interests. not a lot of Lando personality stuff gets revealed around those guys bc he's Just Baby.

but w Oscar Lando came to realize he could roll whatever Mood he was in at him and Oscar would smile and laugh or make feeble resistance and give in anyway - and Oscar took all of it in. he literally already had a fairly encyclopedic Lando knowledge as we well know now but he just ?? never got bored of watching and learning Lando! whether it's Lando's music blaring through the shared wall or Lando not being able to open things or pronounce words or Lando specifically not liking something or not wanting to do something or Lando wanting Oscar to give a different answer or wanting Oscar to agree with him instead - Oscar smiles and patiently files it away.

which is exactly what Max does with Lando. at some point he clearly realized that the best way to get Lando to open up and trust - not unlike an outdoor cat - was to be part anthologist and part nature documentary narrator. Lando only opens up when he knows he has the space to. he gets so genuinely upset at how often the media or fans won't follow his original meaning or look past awkward wording or misuse his original tone. it's why he said he often loves being around people who will lead the conversation and not put pressure on him to talk.

bc for example, Carlos was only joking when he said that Lando needs to mature or how he'd "scold" Lando for being too silly and not paying attention, but to some people it's used as confirmation that Lando's immature. Daniel loved when he'd get Lando to laugh so hard that Lando couldn't do his to-camera work or require millions of takes, but to some people it's seen as Lando not taking anything seriously. it's so easy to take someone as vulnerable and unedited as Lando and slice out one video or one moment and create a false narrative around him. you can see the times when Lando has slunk away from social media and gone a bit mum or dull in his media work when that happens.

but Max and Oscar are there to act as interpreters for the audience at home! Lando drops off to sleep during a Quadrant shoot? Max explains that this is standard procedure wherever he is. Lando is far too hyper for a challenge and won't let Oscar breathe without giving him a hard time? Oscar laughs and gently ribs him back to let people know that it's all in good fun and Lando isn't actually on a tear. Lando winds Max up mercilessly or accidentally reveals that Max has a gf? Max makes sure everyone knows he's joking when he gets "mad" and later on says how much Lando looks out for him. Lando won't let Oscar make his own choices in a silly F1 quiz? Oscar feigns being hard done by but he also says how good Lando's answers are. they do this all the time with him and we see Lando more vocal and more loudly himself with them bc they translate what he can't.

it clearly isn't easy being someone bursting with about fifty different personality traits at once and just as many passionate interests all vying with dyslexia and hyperactivity mixed with introversion and sometimes crippling shyness. it's very easy to love that person - which is why the entire grid does - but it's not easy to understand them or what they need in any given moment.

so I feel like that's what we've gotten out of the Lando/Oscar dynamic that we haven't seen before with Carlos or Daniel. Oscar isn't ever going to be a big personality and he's self-described as "low frequency" - he won't be winding Lando up for fun or bringing energy that makes Lando bounce off the walls. he's also found Lando fascinating almost from his first year moving to the UK. so as fans we love seeing Lando get to have a teammate who loves the business of observing Lando - but we also love getting to see so much more of Lando as a result if that makes sense??

[bra1nwashed]

Hello, you requested someone asking for your Swiss and Aeon HCs so here I am! Please, tell me all of them, I love reading headcanons for the ghouls

AHHHH OMG i swear every time someone asks me something that i know i know i forget immediately every time 😭

but also hiiiii! idk who u are cuz i've had a LOT of people pop up in my notes these past few days but like, hello!! :3

these definitely aren't all the ones i have bc these literally pop into my mind randomly throughout the day

also this is super long 😭

but uhmmm here u go :D

swiss stuff:

he's actually much more of a cat person than a dog person (he still likes dogs tho)

and like, don't get me wrong- he loves cats in general

but he loves the chaotic, crack head, stupid ones especially

they match his energy and he thinks they're super cute

i feel like he (along with mountain) were the types as kits to bring in random animals like raccoons, opossums, etc and then just carry it around

like bring the animals to [the] papa[s] and just be like "look what i caught! can we keep him?!"

he has a red lava lamp that he once got for christmas from sodo in his room but it doesn't work right bc he shook it up

as a kit, he used to google different ways to prank people and he'd go on chaos sprees (commonly joined by dew as well)

poor rain suffered the most of his antics

he wasn't really close with any of the ghouls or ghoulettes specifically when he was new to them

he still isn't

he loves all equally, even if the others aren't the same way

peed in a sink once when he was high + drunk

mountain's personal bedroom bathroom sink specifically

whenever he sees babies, he smiles big (it scares them sometimes)

used to have a major biting problem when he was younger

copia got him oral fidget toys

literally knawed on that shit constantly

likes the feeling of chewing rubber

has a very broad music taste

phantom/aeon stuff:

when he was newer and needed ppl around to make sure he wouldn't get himself in any kind of trouble, all of the ghouls and papa were busy

so they left him with the ghoulettes

and they all watched mean girls together

he genuinely really liked the movie

but he was really easily spooked when he was first summoned

so the part when regina george got hit with the bus jump scared him

secretly related to that one character who didn't go to the school in that scene in the gymnasium (i hope this is specific enough)

thinks liz gillies is super pretty

also has a very wide music taste

he and swiss have a playlist they made together on spotify of songs they like and it's so much shit mixed together it feels like a fever dream when u listen to it in order

has eaten bananas with peels on them a multitude of times

doesn't like oranges or limes

love lemons tho

once drank a thing of lemon juice in less under 10 minutes cuz he was bored

got sick asf

doesn't like headphones

he thinks they're too big so he prefers earbuds (wireless or wired doesn't matter to him)

had to get help from rain trying to figure out how bluetooth works

ended up teaching copia later

dew once dared him to drink two shot glasses worth of a mixture of hot sauce, mayo, peanut butter, and pickle juice for 20 monopoly dollars and phantom did it bc he thought it was real money

he doesn't mind most vegetables but he hates squash and zucchini, canned italian green beans, frozen carrots (he thinks they're soggy), and canned spinach

loves cranberries and cranberry flavored things

as well as pomegranate

isn't the biggest fan of cherries but loves the ones u get in jars for cheesecake toppings

bagel enjoyer

hates raisins

hates oatmeal

has thrown up numerous times after drinking cherry cough syrup

anywaysssss that's all i have for now :3

also i'm really sorry :( i know a lot of these are more like scenarios than HCs (i hope u still enjoyed tho!)

[corkycare]

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

Don’t be stupid, Corky.

She was 3, looking up at her dad as he ranted at her. She had been sent home from daycare over some stupid spat she had had with another child. It wasn’t her fault that stupid Brittney didn’t know how to mind her own business. Someone had to teach her, and that someone had been little Corky, full of righteous anger and a certain sense of possessiveness over the cars she was playing with. Brittney hadn’t even gotten all that hurt, Corky just shoved her on her butt and she blew up out of nowhere, sobbing and screaming like Corky had bit her face off. And then their dumbdumb teacher just had to take Brittney’s side, even though Corky tried to explain about the cars. So yeah, Corky had thrown one of the toy trucks at her teacher’s head. It’s not like she could have hurt the teacher - she was an adult, and Corky was just a kid.

Somehow, amidst the yelling and the anger that all of the adults were directing at her (that she was never allowed to express herself. Anger was an emotion only for adults, it seemed) not one of them thought to explain that even in the hands of a child, something as heavy as a toy truck can hurt an adult if lobbed at said adult’s head. “Use your words” they said, while they used their hands to drag her around and make her sit and take away all of the toys she loved so much. 

Don’t be stupid, Corky.

She was 8, sitting in the basement of the church while the adults did…whatever adults did when the kids were in church school, or whatever it was called. The church was important, she knew that. She knew being allowed to stay would mean the difference between getting into a good school and getting treated well and getting fewer side eyes from the adults around her. She wasn’t proper Kalosian, after all. Sure, she had Kalosian blood. But only half, and only from a mother she had never met. Adopted from out of region, she already knew that she was going to have to perform this religion and these traditions to a much higher degree if she ever wanted to feel accepted. 

But god, was it ever boring.

“Corky.” The teacher called, and she couldn’t stop the scowl that scrunched up her face. She knew if she could just blink her big brown eyes and flash the teacher a smile she might get off easier. But she was 8, and still practicing how to not let her every emotion bubble up to the surface. She’d get better at it soon, once she figured out how to put her own twist on it, but for now she was all anger and attitude. “Can you share an act of Vitalus that you performed this week?” 

She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to think. Act of Vitalus…her teacher had mentioned those last week, they were supposed to be things you did to preserve life in some way. Would the weeds her father had made her pull out of their neighbor’s garden count? That helped the plants in the garden live…but the weeds themselves died. No, there was no way her teacher would accept that answer. 

“Um, I let a spider out of the house yesterday. Instead of squishing it.” This was a lie, she had not found any bugs in her house this week. But it seemed like an easy answer, and a way to get the teacher off her back.

But the way her teacher’s face twisted, that condescending combination of pity and barely-hidden mirth, told her this was the wrong answer. “Corky,” her teacher said, her voice soft and slow like she was talking to an idiot. “Spiders kill other bugs. There are probably hundreds of poor little bugs that are dead now.” The class laughed around her, quiet and dignified and clearly not in good humour, and Corky wondered how spiders were expected to live at all with this kind of metric. “Does anyone else have any acts they would like to share?” Her teacher asked. Some blonde bitch Corky didn’t remember the name of put her hand up.

“I helped my mom weed her garden, so now her plants can grow properly!” The blonde exclaimed.

“An excellent example, thank you Genny!” 

Don’t be stupid, Corky.

Words she had heard over and over, from her dad, from her teachers, from nearly every adult in her life until she started saying them to herself. Don’t be stupid, Corky. You need to be smart. Need to be better. Need to be quick. Need to not be so angry. Why are you so angry? Don’t be stupid. Can’t you just stop being stupid?

She was 18, walking out of a club she had been barely allowed into holding her then-girlfriend’s hand. It was late, and in the part of town you didn’t want to be walking around alone. Corky caught the eye of a pair of police officers across the street, and quickly averted her gaze. She knew better than to think they offered anything resembling protection for someone like her. 

As she and her girlfriend started making their way towards the bus stop a group of 3 men, appearing to be somewhere in the 30s or 40s, started following them. Yelling things Corky had heard a million times over by now, catcalls and jeering and perfectly phrased vitriol to make sure that Corky and her girlfriend knew that they were not safe on this street, that this city didn’t belong to them. Corky clenched her jaw, holding onto her girlfriend’s hand like a lifeline. Don’t be stupid, Corky. They would get bored. They would leave. Trying to do anything to make it happen sooner was just going to make everything worse. It didn’t matter that it was unfair. It didn’t matter that she might be in real danger. It didn’t matter that she knew one swing from her would send this pack of cowards running. There were cops across the street. Retaliating in this moment would be stupid. Don’t be stupid, Corky. 

She kept her cool. Kept her mouth shut, while the men around her spat venom. Until one of them, sick of the lack of reaction, grabbed her girlfriend’s ponytail and yanked her away from Corky. 

Corky snapped. Grabbed the man’s arm and then punched him in the face, sending him flying across the pavement. Then it was chaos. Colère was at her side in an instant, the flash from the pokeball at Corky’s hip providing just enough cover for her to get her elbow into the neck of the man who jumped in to join the 3-v-1 against Corky. Before Colère could do anything to help, the third man was pulling something out of his pocket and spraying it into the pokemon’s face. Colère yelped and fell back, and when Corky turned to see what had happened he turned the spray bottle towards Corky and suddenly her face was on fire. 

Mace, or something like it. Corky’s cussing was only matched by Colère’s growl, the two of them reeling and squeezing their eyes shut, desperately trying to get the burning liquid out of their eyes. She could hear the three men running off, thankfully. Small mercies.

Her girlfriend helped her dab the pepper spray off her face until she could finally open her eyes. She cast a quick, blurry glance across the street, and was somewhat surprised to see that the two police officers were not making any move to come tell her off. She supposed waiting until the men had struck first was enough to save her from their lecture. Not enough to actually earn their help, of course. 

“Please, can we just get a taxi babe?” Her girlfriend pleaded, and Corky quickly agreed. She didn’t much like the idea of navigating public transit half-blind and burning. It was a semi-busy street, and they were able to flag a cab within moments. As they were about to get in, though, the police officers across the street finally decided to move from their post. 

“Hey there, buddy,” one of them said to the cab driver through the window. “Might not want to pick these two up. They’ve been causing trouble.” He jutted his chin towards Corky specifically, her eyes still bloodshot and streaming tears, clothes askew from the fight.

“Ah, I see. Thanks for the heads up, officer.” The cab driver replied, not-so-subtly locking the doors with a resound cer-chunk. 

“You have a good night now, sir.” 

And that was that. Their chance to make it home quickly and safely, whisked away with a few words from some prick in a uniform. It wasn’t enough for them to just allow Corky to be terrorized. If they had the chance to step in to make Corky’s life more dangerous or painful, these men would. Anyone would. They would poke her and poke her, pulling and yanking at anything they could, terrorize her until she finally snapped and then use every power at their disposal to come down on her as hard as possible. It didn’t even matter to them if other people got caught in the crossfire. Corky’s girlfriend, sweet and funny and smart, didn’t matter to any of them so long as she stood by Corky’s side. 

Corky was practically shaking, staring incredulously at the officer through bloodshot eyes. There was a click, like the sound of flint hitting flint, as Colère flicked her tail, and suddenly the smell of burning dust floated in the air around them. Like a heater being turned on for the first time after a long summer. The air was suddenly dry, dryer than seemed possible as Colère activated her ability. This pokemon felt her trainer’s rage, and she wanted a fight. 

And Corky wanted it too. Wanted more than anything to give the word, to have Colère burn this man alive. It wasn’t as though he was adding anything to society, after all. It would be a kindness. What was it her teacher used to say? An Act of Vitalus. 

“Corky, please.” Her girlfriend begged, as the officer reached for something on his belt. “Please, let’s just go home. Don’t be stupid, Corky. C’mon.”

Corky looked down at her girlfriend. Thought about the consequences, weighed the options in front of her. Everyone always thought she acted without thinking, but that was never true. She always thought things through. She always considered the long term. She just never made choices that anyone else liked. 

“...Fine.” She agreed, recalling Colère to her ball. Murdering a police officer in the middle of the street was perhaps not the move. But she couldn’t stop thinking about that officer, and how the only time he moved that whole night was to make sure Corky didn’t have a safe way home. 

There wasn’t a goddam soul in this city that would use their position of power to help someone like Corky. That was a lesson she had been taught over and over and over again. And if they were going to bend and reinterpret the rules to make sure she came out the loser every time, what point was there in following the rules to begin with?

[twodogs-twocats]

We Fall Like Stars - A Sleep Token Novella

chapter 5

are you really okay?

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There was nothing Noa loved more than winter sunlight. A glow in the midst of the gray, reflecting off the sunny colors of her home in a way that livened her spirit - pale blue kitchen walls, multi-colored crocheted blankets, lime green plastic of chewed up dog toys, mismatched kitchenware. A shame really, that she had committed to going back to work today, when she could just as easily have spent her whole day in the warmth of her house, watching stupid television and drinking copious amounts of coffee.

  At least the sun had given her a much needed burst of energy, she thought, as she shrugged on a coat and headed out the door. 

For a December day in South Dakota, the weather was quite pleasant. Vessel sat on a log outside the door of the barn, taking a break from his work. He had his robe on today, but the hood was down, his short black hair brushed by the wind. Somehow, he had managed to get to the roof and fix the hole his ship had made. Her ladder was heavy, and not nearly tall enough to reach the roof of the barn. And he would have had to lug all the wood up there by himself. It would have taken Noa weeks. Vessel had accomplished it in one night. Looking at it now, no one would ever know that an alien space ship had crashed through two weeks prior. 

Noa noticed that Vessel seemed to get a lot of work done at night, managing to do it without waking Noa, who was a notoriously light sleeper. If he slept at all, she had no clue, as the pile of blankets in the barn remained strangely unruffled. Noa was growing used to Vessel’s oddities, and less and less felt the need to ask about them, only doing so when she was genuinely curious. Silence was a norm for Noa, and Vessel seemed to enjoy it as well. Between them lay a mutual understanding that there were things they were not yet willing to share, and neither of them pushed. Their quiet moments had become a source of solace rather than discomfort. 

Vessel was watching a murder of crows cawing in the branches of a leafless oak, his skin reflecting the sun in just the same way as their jet black feathers.

He saw her watching and grinned a big toothy grin, wiggling his fingers at her in some semblance of a wave. Noa couldn’t help but smile, wiggling her fingers back. 

She headed towards her truck, Gus trailing behind her. Today she would visit the Davis’s to do a routine check up on their three cats and two dogs. They were a lovely bunch, but she couldn’t help but feel a tug of disappointment at leaving Vessel behind. Last night, she had forewarned him that she would be gone most of the morning. She made him promise that he would stay in the barn and try to be somewhat quiet. 

Just as Noa unlocked her truck, she heard the rumble of a car driving up her gravel road. Who in the hell would be coming here? she thought. Amidst the cloud of slush the car kicked up she saw the black and gold of a sheriff's car. 

Her stomach sank.

Willing haste into her legs, Noa sprinted towards the barn. Vessel stood when he saw her coming, his eyes immediately shifting to the car in the distance. Like a phantom, he slipped into the barn.

She skidded to a stop and turned back towards her truck, trying for a slow, nonchalant pace. She urged her lungs to slow, her heart to quiet. The sheriff’s car rounded a bend in the road before it pulled to a stop near her garage.

From the car emerged shiny black boots, brown hair slicked back neatly, a chiseled jaw, and muscular arms, all wrapped up in a bulky brown sheriffs coat.

“What are you doing here Gabe?” Noa asked. She glared at him, every bit of her gaze focused on him only so that she would not glance back at the barn. Bile threatened to rise in her throat. There was nothing about being around this man that made her feel good.

“Some folks were talking about how you hadn’t shown up for their checkups. Said you were sick.” He sauntered towards her with his hands in his pockets. “Thought I’d come check on you, seeing as you’re hardly ever sick. Figured it must be real bad.” Gabe eyed her up and down. “But you look fine to me.”

Noa turned away and started to load up her truck with her various bags of vet supplies. 

“Well your concern is unnecessary. I’m just fine.” As she turned to load a heavy bag into the back seat, she sensed Gabe right behind her. She hated having her back to him. “I’m actually heading to an appointment now and I don’t want to be late.” She turned back around to face him, brushing her hands together. “I’m sure you’re busy.”

He stood with his legs wide apart, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Are you feeling better?”

Noa ignored him, her arm crossed in front of her. 

“I don’t mean to bother you Noa. It’s just that I haven’t seen you for a while. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Noa huffed.

“No offense Gabe, but why you feel any obligation to check on me is beyond me.”

“Oh c’mon Noa, don’t be like that.” He stepped towards her, but Noa only backed further into her truck. Gus hovered just behind her back leg, tense. She scratched his head. “I thought we had moved past, you know, everything.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Noa thought she saw something large and dark flash in her truck’s side-view mirror. 

“Everything, huh? Why don’t you just come out and say it?” She inched closer towards the open driver’s door. “That you hurt me. You left me blindsighted. One day here, the next day gone. And I have to find out from others that you were going around telling everyone in town that I was crazy ‘just like my mom’. That everything?” 

She let Gus hop into the truck first, and when he moved over to the passenger’s seat, she got in. Instead of anger, all she felt was numb.

“You never once said sorry, Gabe. Never admitted you did anything wrong, and I know you never will. So no, I’m not over it. Next time you’re concerned about me, send the deputy.” She slammed the door shut. 

Gabe stared at her for a moment, his mouth hanging slightly ajar. Then he shrugged and walked back to his car.

Noa put her truck into reverse. Tears threatened to fall, but she bit her lip, shoved her emotions down. She would not let Gabe see her cry. 

As she turned her truck around, she waited for a moment to watch Gabe leave before she headed out herself.

But instead of Gabe, she saw the shadow following him. 

Vessel, hovering a few inches from the ground

The hood of his robe was up, his back turned towards her. All his edges seemed diaphanous, his body floating like a ghost. Gabe didn’t seem to notice him, although Vessel hovered only inches behind him.

Gabe reached his car and opened the driver side door. Before he got in, he turned around to look at Noa in her truck, his gaze going right through Vessel's floating figure.

Vessel shot higher into the air, floating feet above Gabe now. He spread his arms wide, his robe flaring like the wings of a bird, flapping in an unseen wind. He wore a mask Noa had never seen before - white, with a red rune painted across the front and six slits for his eyes. The mask ended just above his mouth in a mass of red painted swirls resembling tentacles. Vessel’s teeth, usually small and pointed, had grown into vicious looking fangs.

He was haunting, terrifying, but he was also regal. Powerful. Divine. The air felt charged with electricity. The sky grew darker, as though the very sun was fleeing Vessel’s presence. 

 While Vessel was fixated on Gabe, Gabe clearly did not see Vessel.

A strong wind picked up, but only around the lieutenant. It blew dirt and slush into his eyes, his hair plastered on to his face. Above him, Vessel raised his arms higher, and the wind increased in intensity. From where she sat in her truck, Noa could see that the wind was forming a small cyclone.

The crows from earlier flew over, cawing loudly. They began to fly in a figure eight, circling around Vessel before diving down to inches about Gabe’ head.

"What the fuck?" she saw him mouth. Gabe held his hand over his eyes, flinching away from crows and the wind. He got into his car, yanking the door shut behind him. Squinting out the window, a look of confusion on his face, he searched for a cause of the sudden wind. Finding nothing, he peeled out and drove away.

Vessel hovered in the sky until Gabe’s car was completely out of sight. The crows flew silently back to their former perch. Noa could only grip tightly onto the steering wheel, as Vessel finally floated down to the ground, landing a few feet in front of her truck. 

The edges of Vessel’s form solidified. His mask dissolved into a wisp of smoke, revealing his familiar face. Suddenly, he was the Vessel she knew. His very essence seemed smaller, lesser, than it had just been. 

Slowly, Noa got out of the car, her hands shaking.

“How did you do that?” she asked, taking small steps towards him.

“Gifts, powers granted by Sleep.”

Noa was now standing in front of him. He looked tired, his shoulders slumped, eyes heavy. “Were you going to hurt him?” 

“Only if he hurt you.” For a breath, Vessel held his hand out towards Noa like he wanted to grab her hand, but he pulled it back quickly curling his fingers into a fist. They were close enough to each other that the vapors of their breaths intertwined between them. “I could sense you didn’t want him here.”

A million possible reactions raced through Noa’s mind. Anger. Fear. More questions. But only one response felt right. 

She took Vessel's hand. It was warm and tense, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but as she laced her fingers through his she felt him relax.

“Thank you Vessel.”

__________

“I don’t want to be here anymore!” Noa screamed. She slammed her bedroom door shut, throwing herself face down onto her bed. Heavy sobs wracked through her body. 

Outside her bedroom door, a gentle knock.

“Go away!”

“Shenoa, honey.” Her mother’s soft voice, airy and warm. She entered Noa’s room, as Noa continued to sob into her pillows. Noa felt the weight of her bed shift as her mother sat down. A hand rested on her back, the touch soft but firm.

Noa cried and cried until it felt like her body couldn’t possibly have any more tears left. 

The bed shifted again as her mother laid down alongside her. She brushed some of Noa’s hair behind her ear, the touch cool against Noa’s hot skin.

“Moooooooom,” Noa wailed, the sound muffled.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s Lucy. She’s mov-moving.” Noa’s last words broke into more sobs. “She said her-her dad got a job in R-Rapid City, and no-now they h-h-have to move.”

Her body hurt. At fourteen, Noa was not yet familiar with the physical ache of grief.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. It’s very hard to say goodbye to your best friend.”

Noa rolled around in her bed, facing her mother. 

“It’s not just Lucy. Kaitlyn moved, and then Jacob, and now Lucy too. All m-my friends l-l-leave.” She continued to sniffle, wiping at her nose with the heel of her hand. “Lucy said she is excited to move because she gets to go to concerts. Mom, we don’t have any c-c-concerts here. Lucy said it’s too small here, nobody wants to come play their music.”

Her mother stroked her cheek.

“Well, that’s both true and not true. Yes, it’s small here and that means not a lot of people will want to come and visit. But,” her eyes brightened, that familiar easy smile on her lips “we still get to hear music. Birdy plays her jazz piano at the bar every Saturday night. And we always play records at home. You were even trying to learn guitar for a while, maybe you could put on your own concert.”

Noa rolled her eyes. Her mother’s face creased with concern, her brown eyes tender and moist.

“It's not the same mom. It’s not fair. Everyone leaves this place because it's small and stupid and nothing ever happens.” 

“Oh Noa, why don’t you take a deep breath with me? And then I’ll make you some tea.”

“I don’t want tea! I want to go far, far away from here!” She turned away from her mom, grabbing a pillow against her chest. “I’ll never be happy in this place.”

She felt her mother’s hand come to rest against her back, but Noa pulled away sharply.

The sound of deep breathing filled the silence, then the creaking of the wood floor as her mother walked to the door. A pause, the door creaking open.

“I love you Shenoa.”

Noa only cried, tears dripping with spiteful silence.

__________

Seeing Gabe had brought back painful memories. An ex-boyfriend shouldn’t be such a big deal, she knew, but in this town it was hard to make friends, find companionship. And that’s what she had always thought Gabe was - a friend. His appearance at her home had hurt, not just at the reminders of her time with him, but at all the other goodbyes she had had to say.

Ever since Vessel’s arrival, a quiet voice in her mind kept reminding her that he too would leave. He didn’t belong here, and once he fixed his ship he would fly home. She had tried to convince herself she still distrusted him. That there was no way a friendship could form between two alien beings. Yet when he protected her from Gabe, when she held his hand, it had brought back feelings she thought she was too fractured to feel - longing, desire, hope. 

As Noa drove home from her appointments, Gus tired in the passenger seat and bags full of groceries in the back, she took deep breaths, using each exhale to try to release any sort of attachment she might be forming to Vessel. It was an exercise her mother had taught her. Each inhale created an opportunity to invite something new in, each exhale a chance to let something go. 

As a teenager, it seemed so silly. Now, with the sun setting between the hills, casting an orange glow upon the ice-covered evergreens, she sent up a little prayer of thanks to her mother.

Snow started to fall as she turned onto the road leading to her house. Her plan was to make something warm for dinner and then cuddle up on the couch with a good movie. She would get a good night's sleep, close her eyes against any thoughts of Gabe or Vessel.

All of that left her mind when she pulled up to her property. 

Her headlights landed on a black mass at the edge of the pond. At first, she thought it might be some sort of tarp from the barn, blown in with the winter wind. She got out of her truck, the sky now dark as she approached the object. Stars began to blink into existence. 

Then the mass heaved, coughing. Ice crackled as the figure came up for air.

With his arms braced against the snow, his head shoved through into the frigid black water of the pond, Vessel drowned.

[shimmerbeasts]

"Capable! Incapable! Bah, bah, black sheep!" Orin crossed her arms before her chest and overdramatically rolled her head from one side to the next as she theatrically bemoaned: "I am a highly sophisticated underelf and I apparently cannot use that big, shiny dome I call a brain to reel in some goblins! Woe is me! You want capable, Minthara?!"

Orin yerked her hands forward, mimicking the motions of a clawed strike as she stepped closer and said: "Get gnolls. Have big, wet noses. Can track their prey for miles! Chase it, and claw at it, and bite, bite, bite!" Under heinous cracking and pulling, Orin's face stretched itself, nose and lips growing longer, ears becoming pointy and thick, black fur bursting out of her marbled skin. Within seconds, a salivating gnoll stood before Minthara and brabbled: "Bite off limps! Break rips! Chew out intestines! Yum, yum, yum! More capable. Har, har, har!"

Orin's pretend laughter quickly gave way to the hysterical whimper and cackling, gnolls were so well known for. She continued to mutter through the muzzle full of heavy, sharp teeth: "Bring hyenas. Let them eat the fallen. Turn their flesh into new flesh. New flesh is good. New flesh is best!" Orin pressed a clawed paw against the side of her temple. Her ears pressed against the side of this heavy, robust skull and her eyes watered.

Not gnoll, not gnoll. Orin, Orin, ORIN!

The clawed hands grabbed a hold of the pounding skull and twisted it sideways. As they did so, the gnoll's shape ripped apart and fell off Orin's true shape like dead flakes of skin. The shapeshifter let out a pleased coo and shut her eyes as relief heated up her nether regions. Sometimes, even she could forget how easily she could get lost in the body of someone else. It was particularly bad when it came from a species, so unlike her own.

Orin's snow-white eyes followed Minthara with an excited gleam as the drow did as she was told. The changeling swiftly took a seat opposite Minthara as she began to slam the knife into the desk. Each stab missed her precious, little fingers by a few millimetres. Orin swallowed the spit, which gathered in her mouth.

For a few seconds if she focussed hard enough, this slim, grey hand wasn't Minthara's, but the pale-white, scale-covered, clawed hand of her bloodkin. Durge had been a fun playmate before his stupid hubris made him boring and the very opposite of the child of murder. He had refused to play with her more and more. Had done so since he made friends with that stupid little lordling!

At least their last big game had been fun. Such a shame, it had to end with such unpleasantness.

Orin smiled at Minthara in what she hoped was a friendly gesture. In actuality, like most of her facial expressions, the friendly smile ended up being a gross grimace of the real deal. "Oh, I know you aren't mindless", Orin said, "Didn't want you to be mindless. And you are no toy either. Toys get skinned and rearranged. Toys are for redecorating. You are a playmate!" She gestured towards the hand and the knife. "And we are playing!"

"We would have found it already if the decision was made to give me more adequate soldiers. These goblins are bloody useless." Minthara defended herself quickly, taking on a tone of disgust at mention of the goblins. "If I had been provided an army of drow we would have located the grove by now and taken it over. As well as finding the artifact, but that will only be a matter of time now."

The drow wouldn't admit it, but she was terrified of bhaal's chosen. The way her bloodthirst consumed her and made her such a fearsome foe, if one ever stood against her. Worse so, she was ruthless, and countless times had taught Minthara a lesson. And so the moment she spoke out against her, she knew Orin would act accordingly. And so she did.

Minthara's body froze as the blade known as bloodthirst was thrusted in her face. She could feel it pulse, through her bones, and she knew what was going to happen next. Orin was her superior, the one who had indoctrinated her into this life, thus she had more control over her own body and mind than she did. There was a show of fear in her ears for a second as Orin issued the command, in which she wouldn't be able to disobey.

"As you wish, my lady." The words came out of her mouth without a second of hesitation, as if they were own words. Perhaps they were, but she would have never said them. Minthara took the knife from her side and as she made her way to a nearby desk. With firm conviction, and lack of control, she laid down her hand and spread out her fingers, doing exactly as instructed. The gaps, of course, were thin and as such made her heart race the closer the knife got to skin.

"You may have brought this life upon me, Orin, but I'm still my own person. I'm not some mindless creature like those little shits." The drow replied softly as she tried to remain as calm as possible, to not show how much her pulse raced. "I have served you blindly and without question, and yet still all I am to you is a toy?"

[sinnerlillith]

stay strapped

he’s called “Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson” for a reason ok. that reason is: he likes being pegged.

Includes: established friends with benefits relationship, praise kink, sub eddie, dom (F) reader, strap on, Eddie gets called a pervert, missionary, choking, finger gag, finger sucking, begging, anal fingering

word count: 3.3k

summary: you go to a “toy” store with robin and decide to try your new toy out on eddie, and boy does he have fun. 

    “Robin, put that down!” you giggle quietly. 

     “But it has a massive suction cup...you think if I put it on my head I’ll look like a uni- no, a dildo-corn?” she laughs at her own joke. You roll your eyes with a smile. she places the veiny rainbow 7 incher down and returns back to your side. 

     “We’re in an adult store, how about we act like adults too?” you say looking away as you browse the dildos. your eye catches a jet black strap on dildo, but it doesn't look like a typical dildo. You pick it up to examine it.

     “Beginners anal dildo? why do you want that?” asks Robin as she peers over your shoulder. So thats why it looks like that, you think. Its slightly curved backwards with pleasure curves on the bottom for extra stimulation. its about 6 inches long, but not too thick since it’s for a beginner. You could only think of one person to use this on...

     “For pegging of course. I also need a strap, preferably pink.” and of course, robin knows where that is. she takes you further to the back of the store. 

     “I like this one the best, and it comes in pink. Didn't know you were that kinky, y/n” Robin teased. You just smiled a flustered smile as you eyed the strap.

     “Whatever Robin, don’t act vanilla with me” you thanked her for the recommendation and purchased both items, along with some lube. After your day with robin, you head back home thinking about how to ask your friend- well, friend you hook up with sometimes- if he wants to even be pegged. You don’t want to freak him out, but you love experimenting with him. Eddie isn't vanilla at all, but you’ve never tried any sort of anal stimulation on him. 

You decide to just give him a call instead of asking him in person to save yourself from the embarrassment if things go wrong. You think about how to ask him. Should you flirt first? Should you be direct? You finally come to terms with the fact that its just a question, not a big deal.

You dial his home number. As it rings, you get more and more nervous and before you lose your confidence, you finally hear the line connect. “Munson residence.” Its Eddies voice, except it sounds a little off, like he’s eating something.  

Munchies, you thought to yourself. He is a bit of a stoner after all. you decide to cut right to the chase anyway.

     “How do you feel about pegging?” 

You hear a chip bag fall to the floor, followed by a short silence. You cant see, but Eddie eyes widened and he stopped chewing. Thank goodness his uncle isn't there to see the mess. 

     “y/n? what happened to ‘hi’ ‘whats up’?” 

You cant help but laugh, and as he heard you laugh on the other end of the line, he too giggled his stupid signature high-eddie-munson giggle. “Yeah I’m too high for this man” he says putting his hand over his flustered face. 

     “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you said between small laughs. “I just had the idea when I was at the adult store with robin-”

     “You were at an adult store?” he interrupted “And you say I’m more horny than you. You’re a freak, sweetheart.” 

You smiled at his name for you. “Well you're the one who occasionally has sex with this ‘freak’, and I haven’t seen you complain.” you snapped back playfully.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy you being in charge in the bedroom. He had a strong feeling you were into being dominant at times, which is why he initiated the idea of a friends with benefits relationship with you. And how could you refuse? Seeing such a pretty boy below you, hair spread across the pillow, the back of his hand over his mouth to attempt to cover his flustered face. His tatted chest heaving up and down, covered with your hickeys and bite marks. Of course, he failed to cover that pleasured face of his fully. His big brown eyes always showed what he really wanted.

And his whines. You swear you’re addicted to them, he’s such a pretty whiner. He seems ashamed of his noise, but you love that he’s noisy and you praise him every time. 

     “Ok y/n, how about you come by in an hour and we’ll see if I’m into pegging.” he says with a smile that you can practically hear in his teasing voice. He’s excited to see what you come up with, but he definitely needs time to freshen up first. 

You smiled at his confidence, knowing that soon enough he’ll be a whimpering, whining, begging mess. “Ok dork, in an hour.” you replied and hung up. 

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

You knocked on his trailer door waiting for it to open. When it did, you see Eddie wearing black plaid pajama pants and a Metallica tee, the total opposite of your tight cropped tank top and shorts. Only Eddie would be in pjs before sundown, but damn does he look good in black. His ringed fingers lift as he gestures for you to come in. He’s barely even holding eye contact with you, even though he’s smiling since he’s happy to see you.

You smiled at him and decided to immediately start teasing as you entered, noticing his shy manner. “Well well well, looks like you did your hair for me, huh pretty boy?” you noticed his hair had less frizz and looked softer. He took a lock of it between his fingers and covered up his grin as he closed the door. He turned to you, looked down at the floor as his face heated from the nick name you called him. his grin got wider, looking back up at you.

     “Gotta freshen up for the lady, right?” he responded. You both walked to his bed room. You placed your bag full of your new toys and lube on his bed. You sat at the edge of the bed as he crawled into the middle, placing himself against his pillows on the wall where the head board should be. He leaned back, watching you reach into the bag.

Your eyes look up and meet his. “You wanna see it, dont you?” you teased him with a smile. He looked at you, and back down at the bag with a small smile, and then he nodded. “Use your words, Eddie. c’mon big boy.” you said, with a very different tone than earlier. A more sultry tone, the kind of tone that made him heat up.

     “Ok, ok fine y/n. I want to see it, just stop teasing” you giggled, and then pulled out the strap and dildo. You watched his face closely, his smile faded and he gulped. he tensed up, but not with fear. Instead, it was with arousal. “oh shit” he blurted. 

    “Yeah, ‘oh shit’ indeed.” you connected the dildo to the strap and placed it back on the bag. “if for whatever reason, you feel like you changed your mind, just let me know. Ok pretty?” your tone turned into a gentle one. He sat up and looked at you. He holds eye contact and says “yeah yeah I know, just get on top of me.” 

Your eyebrow raised. “excuse me?” then you see Eddie finally realize he gave you a command when you're the one thats supposed to be in charge. 

     “I mean, please get on top of me” he corrected himself. you climbed on top of him as his back was still slightly angled up against his pillows so he’s not horizontal. You're now straddling him, his big warm hands find your waist as he slightly grips it. Your hands travel to his long hair, which is definitely softer than usual. Your thumbs find his face and gently tug him until your lips meet. The kiss is slow at first, patient and sweet. Moments later, when your hips begin to grind on him, but very slowly and his grip on you tightens. The kiss gets wetter and harsher. Your tongues brush over each other and you think to yourself he’s way too good at this kissing shit. 

You break the kiss to lean your head to the right, brush his hair back off his neck, and leave teasingly light kisses on him. His eyes flutter and he finds it hard to keep them open, so he moves his hands down to grip your ass. This drives you just as crazy as your kisses on him does, causing you to kiss his neck heavier, and once you lick a stripe from the base all the way up slowly to his ear, he groans. You then gently bite on his ear lobe and his mouth falls open, letting out a small curse.

    “damn it, sweetheart just- please” you bite his neck, starting softly. “you can be rougher with me, you know” he whines. 

     “What a pervert” you say in his ears. and thats all it takes for the tightness in his boxers to get even tighter. his grip on you tightens too and his breath hitches. You slide your hands down his clothed chest agonizingly slow as you bite his neck again harder. You then start to lean a little further back to take his shirt off revealing his tatted chest once again. He catches you staring, but you push him back onto the pillows roughly and discard your own shirt. You look back down at his flushed face, noticing him catching a glimpse of your lacey bra.

     “You’re so bea-” his compliment is interrupted by your fingers shoving into his mouth. His eyes widen, pleasantly surprised while he looks back up at you.

     “shut up.” you say firmly, but this only turns him on more. he begins to suck on them and his big hands find their way down to your thighs, the rings on his fingers shock your skin in his grip. his hips buck up into your forming wetness. “Good boy” you say quietly with a smile, but not quiet enough for him to not notice. The look on his face changes after your praise, his eyebrows are angled more downward at the edges and drool comes out of his mouth as you slowly pull your fingers out just so you can push them back in.

His head is spinning, his ears are red hot, and his dick.... well its only getting harder and harder and you haven’t even touched it yet. 

     “I can tell you’re getting even more excited, baby. Wanna tell me what you want me to do about it?” you tease. He whines against your fingers, his voice is completely muffled. “Oh thats right, you cant speak. do you want permission to speak, baby boy? hm?” He nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut. It’s like he’s begging without words. You decide to play nice and pull your fingers out, giving him permission. His breathing shortens and his voices is almost trembling.

    “please, please, fuck me.” he pants. “I need it, so bad... I’ll be a good boy I promise” he rambles. His eyes are erotic as he licks his lips and you bite yours.

    “And how do want me to fuck you, pervert?” you knew exactly how he wanted you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted to hear him beg for your strap, beg you to spread his legs, finger him, fuck him, choke him, whatever you wanted to do with him. His big and needy brown eyes trailed over to the strap at the end of the bed. You turned your head to look too, and then turned back at him. “you want that?” his eyes met yours again and he nodded.

    “Why so shy? you still aren’t using your words, Eddie. Wheres all that confidence gone, hm?” You tilted your head to the side with an innocent smile while grabbing his face with one hand so he stays looking into your eyes.

    “oh god y/n, just please fucking use me already” he panted. you turned around and grabbed the strap, then told him to move further down the pillows so he can lay horizontally.

    “I cant use you with all those clothes on baby boy. strip for me.” he quickly took off the rest of his clothes and laid back. Sure enough, his dick was ridiculously hard and firm, waiting to be touched. You stood up to take your shorts off, but kept your underwear on so you could place your strap over it. you got back on the bed, arms beside his hips. You placed yourself in between his toned legs so you could get ready to prep him. You looked towards the man who’s beneath you, legs slightly spread, hair splayed across his pillow that his left hand grips behind him, while his tatted right arm is over his mouth. His eyes are squinted in desperation. “You look so adorable Eddie...” you say as one of your hands comes down to brush downward against his thigh, then back up again. You place your hand underneath his thigh and lift it up “I’m going to need you to hold your legs open for me, ok?”

He obediently holds both of his legs back and open so you have access to him. you move your hand from off his thigh up to the side of his head. You lean down and kiss him, biting at his bottom lip making let out a soft whimper. Your tongues touch and caress each other, as your opposite hand comes up to his mouth “open.” you command, and of course he opens as you place your middle finger in his mouth. He sucks and his tongue swirls around it as you praise him for being such an obedient boy for you. You go back to making out with him as your hand trails down to his hole.

The moment your finger makes contact, he gasps and you swallow that gasp with your mouth still on him. You circle his rim slowly, making him squirm at the unfamiliar yet pleasurable contact. His legs move on their own and hook around your lower body, making your strap poke at his own lower body, causing his mind to race. Your head turns to the right as it moves down his neck again, except this time, you’re incredibly rough. He asked for it after all, so you suck harsh marks on his neck ignoring his curses. This is also when you stop teasing his rim, and push your finger in. Slowly at first, then you wiggle it inside to get him to loosen up as you pull it back out, just to put it back in again. His hand finds its way to your hair and the other to you back, desperately trying to find something to hold onto as his body burns with pain from his neck and pleasure from his hole. “Relax Eddie, you’re tight.” you say against his skin.

     “Jesus fucking christ y/n” he moans, “you’re crazy”. your finger moves in and out faster, but his moans only increase. 

     “Sounds like someone wants another finger” you tease. you lift yourself up off him, finger still inside. You look down at the mess you’re making out of him, all these marks on his neck, sweat on his head making his pretty curls stick to him. His lips wet and red from all the biting. His chest is rising and falling with his mouth open and sighing. You turn away to get the lube so you can add more fingers and go faster. you squeeze some directly onto his hole, and continue pumping. “How does it feel, pretty?” but he can barley answer. He nods and pants out a “good, feels so good... mm, want more” and you oblige.

You add a second finger, and its a little easier to slip in. You can tell he’s starting to relax. his eyes roll back before he shuts them in pleasure. 

     “oh fuck, dont-ha, dont stop..” he lets out a whine. “please, please-” his requests are cut off by your hand around his throat. You squeeze, just enough to make him see stars, but not enough to have pressure on his breathing. Your fingers are moving even faster now, his left hand wraps around your arm thats choking him and-

is he...? oh my god... he’s pushing my hand down further on his throat..

     “You really are a pervert, huh. Wanting me to choke you with my fingers inside of you” you taunt him with a grin. his eyes trail to yours and he has a stupid smile on his face. You know it’s about time to fuck his brains out, so you release his throat and pull your fingers out of him to grab the lube. You lube up the strap and aline the tip with his hole. Your hands snake to his firm hips and grip. “lift your legs up further. thats it, good boy.” Your eyes meet his. “are you ready now?”

    “Hell yeah” he says lightly, still breathing heavy and still smiling. You push in slowly, your hips meeting his lower body, observing his face. His eyebrows tighten, and then relax. his mouth is hanging open. 

     “holy shit, y/n” he lets out an open mouthed groan, and holy shit it’s hot.

You pull out to the tip, and thrust back in carefully. you do that not even 3 more times until he’s squirming again, with both his arms reaching out to grab your own. “more...” he says in a full on whimper. its pitchy and whiney and oh so perfect. You smile down at him.

“is that how you ask, Eddie baby?” 

“more, please”

“thats my boy.”

You thrust only a little bit faster, but end them harder, like your punctuating your thrusts. Both his hands go to cover his mouth as he squints his eyes shut. his pitchy moans are muffled, and his legs begin to shake every time you enter. 

“Let” thrust 

“me” thrust 

“hear” thrust

“you” thrust

His legs are fully trembling, he’s now even more sweaty, and so are you. his hands move off his mouth and his voice is clearer. 

     “there it is....” you coo, “theres my pretty boy. keep making those noises for me honey” with the biggest smile on your face. 

he cant handle all the praise, all the roughness, and he sure as hell now cant handle your hand pumping his shaft matching your thrusts. His legs shake around you, his panting increases and so do his groans. 

     “im gonna... damn it, gonna cum” his head goes back, one arm falls over his eyes and the other above his head, resting on his hair. you push his legs up with both hands. Your thrusts don’t falter but you start to pant now, you feel yourself getting tired but you power through. 

     “lets see it then, huh? make me proud, pretty boy” you’re hitting just the right spots and its driving him to his climax fast. He reaches down to touch himself since you stopped, and he gets himself off to your thrusts, praise, and breathy moans at the sight of him. It's beyond erotic. All you hear is his noises, skin slapping skin, and the wetness of his dick as he pumps himself infront of you. He looks absolutely perfect.

Soon enough, his cum paints his stomach. He's whining and thanking you, but you're still moving in and out of him. Your thrusts are slow and soft now as you bend down to kiss all over his face.

"you did so good, Eds. That was really fun you know."

You pull out and discard the strap while he catches his breath. "That was... definitely intense... holy shit" he says between deep breaths as he lifts himself onto is forearms.

"But did you like it?" You ask, concerned.

"Did I?" He says flirtatiously with a dazed fucked out look on his face "I think that's obvious. Now I need to get this-" he gestures to his cum still on him "-off of me and smoke again"

You started putting things back into your bag, except the dildo so you could clean it, until he grabbed your waist and pulled you so you would fall back onto the side of him.

"or" he mumbles suggestively, "you could sit on my face?"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

now would y'all believe me if i said this was my first fic I’ve ever written in the history of ever? i did absolutely nothing productive today except for this. i hope everybody is wet and shaking rn after reading this because i was stressed making it 💪🏽

More of my pegging Eddie writing

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

How would I.M.P. respond to being contracted to kill a child? Not an awful brat like Eddie, an innocent child that harboured them no ill will. Would they be willing to go through with it?

I.M.P reaction to being hired to kill an Innocent child.

It had been a shady deal to begin with. Very few details and cash up front.

Blitzø never liked these jobs, but the guy he wasn't gonna look a gift horse I'm the mouth. Although he'd be happy to look at any horse in the mouth.

It was a simple job, almost too simple.

The client gave a name and location.

No description. No features. Nothing.

Normally they wouldn't take such a contract, but the fuckin guy dropped 10K for the job. Promising another 10 when the job was done.

So there they were.

In some tiny little town, in the middle of nowhere, finding themselves at some run-down little house.

There were no lights, no movement and it didn't look like anyone was home. So they just strolled inside. Though Moxxie insisted they did so, through the back door.

So, strolling through the back door, they went from room to room, searching each and every room, though there weren't many.

They eventually found there way to the basement.

Opening the door, they found a dank little room, a small collection of toys scattered across the floor.

In the room was a bed, was a pile of blankets, so the Imps moving in close.

Making sure Millie and Moxxie were ready, Blitzø tore the blanket away, to reveal... a child.

A human child, curled up in bed, hugging a raggedy teddy.

The kid stared up at them with big bright eyes. And surprisingly, he didn't look all that scared. Shocked maybe, but not scared.

Millie acted first, moving forwards and gently greeting him.

Millie spoke to the child, "Is your Daddy home, sweat pea?" She asked him, really using her sweet wrath accent.

The little kid shook his head, "Daddy hasn't been home in-" the kid stopped to count his fingers, but stopped looking up at them "A long time" He said simply.

The Imps all muttered between themselves.

Walking forwards Moxxie crouching down he asked "Any idea when he'll be back buddy?"

The little kid looked down, fiddling with his fingers, "Daddy tends to... go away for long times, but he does come back... Eventually."

The kid was clearly unsure of what he was saying. Blitzø released a heavy sigh, turning to the crew and asked, "What do we do now fam?"

Before anyone could answer the little kid spoke up, "Y-you could wait here. I haven't see anyone in... so long..." He trailed off, giving a hundred yard stare.

The gang looked at each other, before Blitzø sighed before he said "Why the hell not." With a shrug.

The kid was extatic, jumping to his feet, he grabbed Blitzø by the wrist, eagerly inviting them up stairs.

Each member of I.M.P couldn't help but smile at the kids infectious enthusiasm.

Giving a shrug, they followed him upstairs, to the kitchen. The kitchen was just as filthy and run down as the rest of the house.

The kid zipped about, climbing onto a counter and pulling down an odd cup for each of them.

Placing them down, he grabbed a large tin off the counter, popping it open, he revealed a small collection of bread rolls.

"I know it's not much, but it's really the only thing I have. So... um, help yourself." He told them, placing the tin on the table.

It was clear he was unsure of what to say, but he really seemed like he was trying to be welcoming. It was sweet.

Blitzø just shrugged, pulling up a rickety chair and grabbing a roll.

Even with his fangs, biting into the roll was a chore, the roll was clearly stale.

Tearing off a chunk, Blitzø spent a minute chewing away, before looking over at the kid. "You eat this uh, stuff?" He asked between chews, scowl across his lips.

The kid looked around, clearly a little embarrassed, before telling them "Well, um, the bakery only throws them out when they get old, so..." He trailed off, clearly unsure how to end.

"What about your father, he doesn't buy you food?" Moxxie asked. Though he immediately realised how stupid that sounded, given the slum the house was.

"W-well, Daddy doesn't buy much food, he preders to drink... a lot." He spoke meekly, fiddling with his fingers as he looked about.

Millie moved first, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and began talking in that sweet little tone, while Blitzø pulled Mox over, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Hey, ya think maybe we shouldnt keep reminding the kid about his asshole of a father were here to kill" He growled into his ear.

Moxxie gave a little nod, whining out "Yes sir, sorry."

"Speaking of Daddy" He chimed in, "When do you reckon he'll be coming around?" He asked trying to get some information.

"Well... he's never been away for so long, b-but he's gonna be here eventually" he spoke anxiously, looking around.

"He just gets here after dark." The kid told them, hands raised, clearly trying to assure them.

With a shrug, Blitzø leaned back, taking another bite of his roll.

Swallowing the harsh bread, he rubbed his throat, clearly uncomfortable.

Getting up, he went to the fridge, which was surprisingly still working. He found a bottle of mustard. A half eaten banana. An open can of tuna. And llllotssss of beer.

The entire bottom shelf was full of beer. Although a few seemed to already be drunk.

Reaching down he grabbed one, and just as he was going to pop the cap, he heard someone scream "NO!"

Blitzø freaked out, almost dropping the bottle.

Spinning around, he found a terrified kid practically jumping over the table.

Staring back at the kid he asked, "What? What's wrong?"

Taking several deep breaths the kid told him "Y-you can't drink that..." He sputtered.

"Why not?" He whispered back, the kid pulled back, fiddling with his fingers.

"I-if you do, D-dad will get mad, A-and dad likes to hit-... He punishes me if he can't find his drinks."

Blitzø just stood there, waiting for something... And that something was Millie coming forwards, "Don't worry bout it Hun, well make sure you don't get in any trouble, Kay?" She asked him.

The kid looked a little anxious but nodded, telling them "...Alright." before sitting on the chair.

Blitzø opened the bottle, taking a swig as he sat down, munching on his bread.

They spent a while just sitting around, waiting for the kids dead beat father.

The conversation eventually came to the kid, each Imp taking a turn to ask him a question.

They quickly found out the kids father was a special kinda fuckin asshole.

He disappeared all the time, he spent all his money on beer, forcing the kid to basically scavenge for himself.

But as shitty as the father was, the kid still defended him. It was sweet, but also sad to see him loyal to an asshole.

The kid was really fuckin nice, in a sweet, nieve kinda way you only found in kids.

As the night went along the Imps found themselves actually spending time with the kid. Millie and Blitzø had started playing with em.

They played tag, they built a fort out of cushions and old raggedy blankets, they even had tea time. Although Millie and Blitzø's were more bubbly and came from a beer bottle.

But as the two Imps had there fun, having some fun with the kid. Moxxie on the other hand decided to just stand around, staring out off windows or going over his gun.

Eventually Moxxie pulled Blitzø to the side. "Hey... uh, boss, Can I talk to you about the job."

Brow raised, and slightly buzzed Blitzø asked "What's up?"

Crossing his arms, "I'm just wondering about the job, because you said the client told you the target would absolutely be here." He began, sarcastically pointing around the room. "But the only person here is a child, a child you've spent almost your entire time playing with."

Blitzø scoffed, crossing his arms, "Goood Mox, what are you, the fun police." He sassed him, "were here to kill some asshole named Sebastian, not some ki-"

"That's my name." Someone said suddenly.

Both Moxxie and Blitzø turned, finding the kid looking up at them. "What was that buddy?" Blitzø asked, voice very unsteady.

"My name." He told him, "My Names Sebastian." He smiled.

Cold dread filled Blitzøs chest, kneeling down he placed a hand on the kids shoulder, telling him as clearly as possible, "Buddy... just so we're clear, is your dad also named Sebastian. Like your Sebastian Jr.?" He asked, really hoping the kid would confirm it.

But he didn't. Instead he just looked up at him and shook his head, "No." He said simply.

Blitzø froze up, his pupils shrinking as the implications sunk in.

Standing up he spoke robotically, "Millie, we need to talk."

Said Impet stood up from the tea table, walking over to him. "Is something wrong?" The kid asked anxiously.

Millie quickly calmed him down, "Don't worry 'bout it sweetie. We just need to have a lil' chat." She told warmly, ruffling his hair.

Seemingly accepting this, the kid just went back to playing, sipping imaginary tea. Now with the other Imps, Millie asked "What's wrong?"

Blitzø hesitated before saying quietly, "We've been hired to kill the kid."

Millie reached instantly, "What?!" She cried.

Quickly covering her mouth, Blitzø hissed "Shut the fuck up!"

Calming down, the Imp released her, telling her "I thought we were just hired to kill some asshole, but that asshole was probably the kids dad. And he hired us to send the kid to him." He told them, scowl crossing his lips.

"Well, what do we do now?" Moxxie asked, clearly unhappy. "I don't know!" Blitzø hissed back. "I don't know what to do..." He trailed off.

"I know what we can't do." Moxxie but in, "We can't kill a child." He said as assertive as the imp could get.

Blitzø sighed, "Mox, I-" Before he could continue Moxxie cut him off.

"You can't be considering this!" He snapped, voice pure Venom, "Killing the crazy children of a Satan worshipping physcopath would be one thing, i could maybe accept that, but I swear I'll quite on the spot if you even think about killing that-"

Blitzø launched at him, grabbing him by the collar with a scowl plastered across his lips.

Staring his employee for a minute, "I'm many thing Moxxie. I'm an ass, a jerk, a cunt. But under no circumstances, are you to ever, EVER, to act like I'd kill an innocent kid." he practically spat before pushing him away.

Stumbling back Moxxie was caught by his wife, the Imp checking him before asking "What do we do Boss?"

Blitzø ran a hand down his face, releasing a deep sigh, "I don't know... I just, let me think."

Standing there, the Imp thought for a minute. But he was pulled out of his thoughts by a gentle little tug on his sleeve.

Turning around, he found the kid fiddling with his fingers again, looking anxious.

Crouching down he asked "What's, uh, what's up buddy?" He tried to sound alright, but was still to caught up in his own head to respond clearly.

The kid fiddle with his sleeve before looking up and asking "Did I do something wrong?"

Blitzø froze for a minute, before he shook his head, a little smile crossed his lips.

Moving forwards, he wrapped the kid in a hug. Pulling back he ruffled his hair, "Nah. You didn't do anything wrong, We're just sorting some stuff out" He told him warmly.

The kid just stared up at him, seemingly satisfied with his answer.

Patting his cheek Blitzø told him, "You know what?" He asked, looking out the window. "I think it's about your bed time." He said mockingly stern.

The kids shoulders dropped, little hands balling, "But I'm not sleepy." He whined. Though it was very clear to all of them, He was indeed sleepy.

Blitzø chuckled, shaking his head, "Nope. No excuses, mister, It's bedtime." He said through a smile.

Turning to his employees, he asked Millie "Mind dealing with him."

Millie, smiled stepping forwards to pick up the kid, telling him "Come on buddy, bed time."

"Wait!" The kid wailed, Millie stopping in her tracks, looking over her shoulder. "Will I see you again?" He asked, clearly scared.

Blitzø smiled, nodding his head, "Sure will buddy, bright and early." Giving him a little wave.

The kid just leaned into Millie. Blitzø watching as Millie took him off to bed.

"Now what?" Moxxie asked behind him.

"Now?" He asked turning back to him "Now we finish the job." He said with a scowl.

The office was dark, it was almost night out.

The client wore the same shady outfit, a black coat and fedora. Like a a fucking cliche.

He sat across from him, the Imp leaning back in his chair as he stared down on his phone.

"So, I'm assuming you got the job done?" He asked in a cold, slimy voice that just infuriated the Imp.

Looking up from his phone the Imp replied just as coldly. "Yep, I did what needed to be done." He told the client.

A malicious smile crossed the clients mouth, a serpents tongue sliding out and licking his lips.

Pulling out a large yellow envelope, he placed it on the desk, before he released it, he said "Before I give you your payment, I'll need proof... The deed was done."

The way he said it only made Blitzø even more pissed as he held back a scowl.

Opening his draw he threw a cloth at him. "There's your proof." He told him coldly.

Straightening out the cloth, it revealed a small blue T-shirt, splattered in blood.

The client smirked, pulling in the shirt he took a deep sniff before releasing a sigh. "I wonder if the little whore landed down here?" He grumbled to himself, taking another deep sniff of the shirt. "Mmm, probably not. The little bitch was always to good."

Tucking the shirt away in his coat, the client spoke "You honoured your side of the deal, Imp, so I shall honour mine." With that he slid the envelope over.

Blitzø took the envelope, opening it to reveal several wads of cash. "Good." Blitzø sighed, "Now I can stop pretending."

The clients head tilted, "What do you-" but before he could finish, a gunshot rang out in the office.

The client hit the floor with a thud, desperately clutching his neck. But blood was already seeping past his fingers. "W-what the 'ell?" He choked out.

Blitzø walked around his desk, crouching down besides him and reached down and pulled the shirt from inside his coat.

"You know." He began, "I've taken a lot of unsavoury jobs, from lots'a unsavoury folks. But you, my friend. Are a real piece of shit." He said as mockingly as possible.

"Oh, and I thought you should know. He's not dead." He told him bluntly, looking over the bloody T-shirt.

"Wh- wat?" He choked out.

Blitzø just smiled, looking down at him. "I mean the kids not dead. In fact-" He stopped to pull out his phone, making a call.

It range a few times as Blitzø put it on speaker phone. It was Millie who answered "Hey Blitzø" She said in her usually cheerful tone.

"Hey Mills" He replied just as enthusiastic, "How's the kid doing?"

Millie chuckled, telling him "Oh he's doing great. We're havin a real tea party up here, even Loonas gettin'in on it." She told him cheerfully.

The client looked totally enraged, his now visible eyes filled with fury. But with a hole in his neck, he couldn't exactly do much about it.

"Though Bass is wondering where you are." She told him with a giggle. Blitzø laughed right back, a big grin crossing his lips.

"Let him know I'll be there soon enough, just gotta deal with some stuff first." He told her, the second part had a much more malicious tone to it.

There was a pause before Millie response, "Will do boss. And one more thing" She told him. There was another pause before she said, "Make it hurt."

Blitzø smirked at that, "Will do Mills, Will do." He told her with a sigh.

Hanging up the phone, he reached into his coat and pulled a knife, standing over the bleeding client.

"I didn't hit anything too important, so im guessing you've got about two minutes left." He told him before a sadistic little smile crossed his lips, "And unfortunately for you... That's all the time I'll need."

True to Millie's word, Loona was indeed at the tea party. The tea party being the four of them sitting around an old table, drinking actual Tea out of mismatched cups.

She was sat with Millie on her right, with a teddy bear on her right, as she chewed on some cake.

From what she could tell, the teddy bear was supposed to be "the Mayor", or something.

With the kid as the "Mayor's" assistant, all the while Moxxie was blabbering on about building permits or something.

Though she could say the kid seemed very happy, giggling at Moxxie babbling on like an idiot.

She felt like she was surrounded by children.

And speaking of children.

She could understand why Blitzø and the rest of them were so caught up about the kid.

He was a real cutie. With the big doe eyes and that goofy little laugh. He was kinda sweet and polite and really seemed happy to see her, which was... nice.

What?! It was nice to feel wanted.

The kid poured her tea and had given her, her slice of cake.

She played nice, knowing the others would be on her ass if she was mean to him. And it definitely wasn't because he was the cutest little child she'd ever seen and wanted to protect him.

But she couldnt help but notice the way the kid kept staring at her, in particular, her tail.

Waiting for him to look again, she looked down at him "Something wrong with my tail?" She asked gruffly.

The Kid squeaked, raising his hand in defence, "N-no, it's, um, I just..." He sputtered.

"What is it?" She asked bluntly.

The kid sputtered for another moment before telling her "I like your tail..."

Loona froze, straightening up and downing her tea before wiping her mouth, "Well... thank you." She said.

"Can I pet it?" The kid asked out of nowhere.

Loona froze again, looking down she found the kid giving the biggest puppy dog eyes she'd ever seen.

Shaking her head, she sighed flicked her tail and bopping him with it, "Knock yourself out kid." She told him bluntly, taking another bite of cake.

The kid seazed the opportunity in a heartbeat, jumping up and grabbing her tail.

The kid was surprisingly gentle, ending up sitting behind her on the floor, holding her tail, giving big strokes before planting his face in it, hugging it close.

After a minute of such attention, she began wagging her tail. Her tail batting him in the face, gently bopping the kid on the face each time.

The kid began laughing, trying to grab it as it kept bopping him across the face.

The kid spent a good minute trying, the kid having a giggling fit as he tried to grab the tail.

He eventually succeeded, holding her tail to his chest as he laid on his back, laughing his little head off.

In all the excitement, even Loona was laughing, the kids giggling was just to infectious.

After a few minutes of this, she looked up to find the married idiots staring at her, a smug little smile across her face.

Crossing her arms she pouted, "Hey I can have fun with the kid too." She huffed.

Before they could respond, Millies phone began to ring, vibrating against the table before she snatched it up, "Hello?" She answered.

She listened for a moment, before nodding her head, looking at Loona she told her, "Your up sweetie."

With a sigh, Loona reached into her bag, pulling out the damned spell book.

She was basically working on muscle memory at this point. Flip it open, read the spell, POOF! Instant portal to hell.

The portal opened and out walked her dork of a father. As soon as he was through the portal, he was practically tackled.

"Blitzø!!!" The kid yelled, wrapping him in a hug.

Blitzø smiled, giving him a big hug, "Hey there champ, you been havin fun with auntie Loona?" He asked, bringing a blush to the Hellhounds cheeks.

The kid gave a big nod, "Yep! We've been drinking real Tea, and eating cake and Loona let me pet her tail." He told him excitedly.

Blitzø placed him down, roughing up his hair, "oh did she now?" He asked with a smirk, looking gover at a now blushing Loona.

"Good to hear." He told him before the kid dragged him to the table, sitting him down.

He poured him his own tea before running off the his own seat.

Blitzø sat there, watching as his mismatch of a family talked and bickering.

Millie was playing with the kid while Loona and Moxxie were arguing about something.

A gentle smile crossed his lips as he watched his family act like a bunch of children.

He felt a hand on his own, looking up he found Millie. "Everythin' alright Boss?" She asked.

Looking up he saw everyone else turn to him, the Imp just silently looked over each one before a little smile crossed his lips, "Yeah... Everything's perfect." He told her, taking a drink of tea.

[sugrbugz]

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

[moonlit-jeno]

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"Hey, y/n?" Jeno's voice is barely above a whisper, words sounding strained in your ear. "I know we're just friends but you're sitting on my lap and I'm so sorry if I get hard."

It's hard not to laugh, but everyone else in the full car is asleep. Except for Renjun of course, the responsible driver that he is, but you'd hate to disturb the soft music he has drifting through the car. Instead, you tilt your head back on Jeno's shoulder, lips grazing his ear when you speak. "Why would you get hard?" As if a punishment for your stupidity, the car hits a particularly harsh bump in the rode and it has you bouncing on his lap, his hands flying to your hips in an effort to keep you still. "Do you really have to ask that?"

He'd said "if" he gets hard as if it was something that may or may not happen, but you can literally feel how hard he is in the new position you were jostled into.

"Oh." You're not really sure what to say, feeling dizzy and strangely warm between the thighs. "Sorry?" Any attempt you make to scoot into a better position just makes it worse, Jeno's breath punched out of him in a wheeze when the motion just makes you rub against him harder, giving him just a tease of the friction he desperately craves.

"It's okay." He pants out. "Just don't move that much. Unless..." His voice trails off, sounding unsure.

"Unless?"

"Unless we help each other out." his voice has dropped even lower, the gravelly tone he uses now doing nothing to cool you off. "I'm obviously hard, and you're wet. It would be good for both of us."

Your jaw drops open in shock and your thighs clench self consciously. If the action brings you a little bit of relief, you don't have to say anything. "How did you know I'm wet? Can you like, feel it or something?" You're not sure if you would ever be able to get over the embarrassment that comes with getting your arousal on your best friend's pants.

"Oh, I didn't know, I was just bluffing. But now that I have confirmation..." His hand drifts over your bare thigh, thumb rubbing circles into the area just above your knee. "What do you say?"

"There's so many people here though."

"We can do it with our eyes closed if that's better for you." The sincerity in his tone makes you snort and you shake your head, reaching your hand down to palm over his cock. He hisses.

Not that you've imagined fucking your best friend before, but if someone had asked you what you pictured your first time with him being like, you wouldn't have guessed this. The space is cramped and you have to be beyond careful to be quiet, to not make any movements that are too sudden because God forbid you smack Donghyuck's shoulder when Jeno's balls deep inside of you.

It's a stretch for sure, one that you weren't prepared for, one that leaves you writhing and gasping for air. He offers you his hand and you hold onto it for dear life, bringing it up to your mouth to bite into in an effort to ground yourself. The teeth sinking into your own shoulder indicate that Jeno doesn't have any room to complain about being used as a chew toy.

His cock is nice and big and fills you up just right. Your skirt covers everything that's happening but you still have to be discreet, which unfortunately means that he can't pick you up and fuck you like how he wants. He can, however, snake his hand around your front and rub harsh circles into your clit. It's not perfect but it feels good enough and it makes you clench around him in a way that has his breath pick up.

You never realized how uneven the road was until now, where every crack and bump in the road has Jeno's cock shifting inside of you. It's driving you crazy, the too-much sensation of his fingers on your clit and the not-enough feeling of his cock in you. You have half a mind to through caution to the wind and stop caring if your other friends see you fucking, but you know it wouldn't be great in the long run. For now you just relax against his broad chest, letting the pleasure build slowly inside of you until it boils over you, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you come around his cock.

Jeno curses as your walls flutter around him, his fingers not moving away from your sensitive clit in order to keep that sensation, and your nails dig into his forearm as the pleasure borders on pain.

The car is one street away from the house when Jeno finally spills into your pussy, muffling his groan in the crook of your shoulder. You sigh when he finally draws his hand away, the warmth filling you and making you feel content. His cock finally slips out and you go to move your panties back into place but his fingers slip back into your pussy, preventing his come from leaking out. You hiss at the sensation, jolting on his lap. The move wakes Donghyuck, who coughs and stirs a little bit before blearily blinking his eyes open.

"Sorry," You wince at how rough your voice sounds, clearing your throat a little. Jeno has thankfully slipped his fingers out by now, your dress perfectly in place. "We're almost back." You smile in a way that you think is innocent. Hopefully it actually is.

"Sleep well?" Renjun asks Donghyuck, glancing back at him in the rear view mirror.

Donghyuck hums, one hand wiping at his eyes before drifting through his hair. "Yeah, was exhausted." "Good. I know y/n and Jeno were too, right? You two didn't talk at all the whole ride." Jeno stiffens behind you and you make eye contact with Renjun in the mirror. He winks. You make a mental note to kill Jeno later, though his murder might be able to wait until after you drag him into the shower with you.

[nothing-but-haikyuu]

Chew Toy

Reader: F Character: Atsumu Miya Rating: E Summary: Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. Warning: Smut, Mafia AU, Sub!Atsumu, Bath Sex, Body Paint Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. The thump of the bass in his ears as he danced with the others in the club. You could see him from your seat on the balcony. You're little chew toy. Atsumu may have been a fox as a teenager but now he was just your puppy, you're carefree, happy, dumb puppy. He took well to the lavish lifestyle you provided him.  "Should i-?" Your assistant asked  "No, no. He's having a good time. He'll get playtime after" only a stupid person would not figure out that the game you and Atsumu played was sexual in nature. You took a sip from your drink and sighed as you watched the party go on. You put on this show, this was your club after all. Atsumu got sloppy when he was drunk, he was usually a well behaved puppy but when he got drunk he was a horny dog who's owner forgot to neuter him. You pulled him into the limo and his hands were on your breasts, getting tacky body paint all over your white dress. His lips were at your neck and his hard on in his little shorts brushed up against you.  "Eager" you chuckled, "did you miss me on the dancefloor?" "I always miss you, ma'am. Please let me fick you, I've been such a good boy, please." You pushed his blonde hair back and smiled "cute, get your paws off of me and I'll think about it." You groped his hard on with your other hand "okay, good boy?" "Please." He gasped You chuckled and got him off of you. You buckled.him in, when he whined you chuckled and said "don't look at me like that handsome, I'm not ruining these clean seats with your dirty cum" "Yes ma'am." He sighed as he relaxed against the seat, his sweaty back against leather. You rubbed his exposed thigh as you were driven home. Sometimes he could be a good boy when he wanted to be. When you got home, he trailed behind you, you held his hand and led him up the grand staircase and to the bedroom.  "Should I get cleaned up?" He asked as he pressed you against the door and kissed up your neck.  "Yes. I'd hate to get all that paint on our new sheets" you chuckled as you kissed him. His kisses were kinetic and lovely. They made you melt to your core and you thought they were just delicious. He happily took your hand and led you to the attached bathroom and his broad hands started to take off your dress, you'd need it cleaned in the morning due to the paint from Atsumu body on you. You peeled off his shorts with careful hands, exposing the sweet surprise. His cock bobbed against his toned stomach and he gave you a pleased look "Don't look so surprised ma'am, after all this is all yours." He purred. You ran a finger up his shaft and you smiled, "yes it is. Paid and signed for." You chuckled playfully.  You weren't his sugar mama, he contributed in his own way, he was studying kinesiology to help athletes and you couldn't be more proud of your puppy. You were happy he was studying. You hate dead weight especially in your field. He rolled his head back. Now nude before you, shorts on the floor, sneakers by the front door. His toned, paint covered body fully exposed to you. He looked like a graffitied Greek god. You took your dress off, and it was followed by your underwear and bra. All valued more than the rent Atsumu used to pay. Now he lived in your big house. You took him by the hand and led him to the bathtub. It was big enough for the both of you and you loved to just soak in it with your beloved. You turned on the water, testing it with your other hand until it was right then you guided him into the tub. He slipped in and washed himself with the water. You watched him for a moment as he sat in the warm water with a pleased expression on his face and his cock fully erect. He looked quite impressive. You smiled to yourself before you slipped into the tub and right onto his cock. You sighed blissfully and got yourself seated on him. He shivered in response as you put your hands onto his shoulders and got yourself more comfortable on his lap. You sighed happily, you loved a good throne. He groaned and tilted his head back before you focused him back on you, your breasts in his face as you started to move up and down on him. You clenched your thighs and moved up and down on his cock, he groaned and held onto your hips. "Who's my good puppy" you purred  "Me." He said almost dreamily, "fuck you're amazing." He loved the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock.  "And I love my little puppy, such a good boy even out on the dancefloor. I hate when you get covered in paint but a bath will solve that " you chuckled as you rolled your hips and picked flakes of paint off his skin. You leaned in for a kiss and scraped your nails down his chest, feeling the lines of his body. He gasped gently as you continued to ride him. You giggled and continued to move your body up and down his cock. You pushed the hair out of your eyes. He rolled his head back again and you chuckled. You loved when he got like this, overwhelmed with the feeling of sexual pleasure. He was such a good puppy, he beloved pet and lover. The water continued to drain from the faucet, you moved together, splashing it around and onto the floor. Your lips connected, your pants and moans filled the expensive bathroom. His hands groped your ass and you shivered under his touch. The paint mixed with the water on his skin.  "That's my good boy" you purred, "my excellent boy." You said with lust in your voice as you bounced on his cock. He felt like a dream and his pants and moans. Your painted lips found his neck, he gripped onto your plush ass and tried to meet you pace. You left lipstick marks and bites on his neck as you thrusted up and down his length.  "Fucking hell baby" he groaned, you knew he was close to orgasm. You couldn't help it, you were a greedy woman. You loved the touch of his body against yours.  "That's my good boy" You purred as you continued to move, determined to reward him for being a good boy. You reached over and turned off the tap so no more water came out then your hands found Atsumu's shoulders again and you continued to ride him He made you feel incredible, in a way you could never describe. He was perfection in your eyes, every inch of toned skin, kissed with the sun and that bright blonde hair. It wasn't long before he was finishing inside of you and you were continuing to rise his cock until you hit your own orgasm. You let out a pleasured shout as you finished against his cock. He let out a low groan and relaxed in the water as you broke his brain from the orgasm you gave him. His hands dropped from your hips and relaxed in the water. You smiled and got off his lap. Then you started to clean him off as he started to recollect his thoughts. Even with pleasurable highs, you still wanted after care and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. You kissed his neck gently and got rid of marks on his skin. He looked angelic all blissed out with a stain of your lipstick on his lips. He was a good puppy, a good chew toy that you intended to keep for a long time

[looooooooomis]

Somebody’s Baby

a stu macher x fem!reader one shot requested by the lovely @slasherscream​ 

I try to shut my eyes, but I can't get her outta my sight. I know I'm gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright.

pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader word count: 5.6k warnings: s m u t, longing, fluff, angst, oral, teasing, honestly I went off (my bad)

Stu Macher never really did stand a chance. At least not when it came to you.

He was putty in your hands, whether you knew it or not. He’d do anything for you, everything for you – even if that meant taking a backseat to Billy Loomis. He had to admit, it was gutting to watch you and Billy interact the way you did. The two of you were close – hell, the three of you were close – but there was something about you and Billy that seemed to just…make sense.

And, for the most part, Stu was okay with that. For the most part being the key words. Because, fuck, he’d be a liar if he said that tonight of all nights wasn’t bothering him. It was a night not unlike any other. The three of you had decided on a movie that Stu couldn’t really bring himself to care about all too much as you and Billy harped on and on about whatever it was the two of you were talking about, but it was your attitude that was rubbing him the wrong way.

You were distant tonight. You were cold. You seemed to smile real big whenever Billy would make a comment about the movie but if Stu said a goddamn word it was as though he’d sucker punched you in the gut. It didn’t feel angry, or at least he didn’t think you were angry, but there was something off about the whole damn thing and it was driving him mental.

You were tucked away in the chair with your knees curled up into your chest, frowning at a particularly bloody scene on the TV, a seemingly important one too, but Stu couldn’t bring himself to watch it. He was far too busy trying to discern what the lines on your forehead meant, what the furrowed brow and small, barely-there frown on that pretty face of yours meant. Had he unknowingly done something wrong? He didn’t think so, but stupid shit came out of his mouth all day long so, he supposed, it wasn’t impossible.

But there was a niggling feeling in his gut that told him that couldn’t be it. You weren’t mad or annoyed, you were cold. You were distant. It was as though you’d barricaded yourself away from him and done so with purpose. But why?

Why, why, why?

“It’s eight, Stu,” Billy muttered, far too engrossed in the movie to bother looking his way. “Didn’t you have to be at whatsername’s by eight-thirty?”

Glancing down at the time on his watch, Stu stretched out his long limbs and chanced another look at you only to find that your eyes were solely focused on the wall just beyond the television. For a moment, he remained still, waiting for you to do something. To look at him, to make a quip about his date, to do literally anything besides ignore him, but when your stare remained cast ahead, Stu sighed and stood up to his full height. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He griped. “Think she’ll put out?”

It was meant to be a joke, something to lighten the mood or, at the very least, get you to crack a smile or roll your eyes, but when all you did was continue in your stare-off with the fucking wall, Stu’s stomach fell.

What the fuck was your problem tonight?

“Tact, fucker. Y/N is right here.” Billy rolled his eyes but shot him a small smirk. “And if she has a brain, don’t count on it.”

“Hilarious,” Stu mocked. “You guys need anything before I go? Some water? Some beer? Handful of condoms?”

“Fuck off,” Billy cracked a grin. “Don’t do anything stupid tonight.” He gave Stu a knowing look, being sure to keep his mouth shut around you in fear of letting anything regarding their little charade slip.

“Me?” Stu feigned hurt. “Never.”

Once again, he waited for you to say anything – a goodbye, at the very least – but when he got nothing in return, Stu merely rolled his eyes and walked out of the house.

You, on the other hand, remained stoic as ever as you blinked back a flurry of tears daring to spill out of the corners of your eyes. Your heart was in your stomach and your nails, which had been digging into your palms for the better half of the evening, carved out tiny half-moons into the sensitive flesh as you fought back every urge you had to scream and yell at the idiot for leaving you yet again.

The sound of the front door shutting was enough to make your body relax just enough for a few stray tears to roll down your cheeks. You were just so mad and so incredibly hurt all at once and, while you should have been used to it by now, it never got any easier watching that tall bitch of a man you’d grown to love over the years walk out for yet another date with another woman who was not yourself.

“You okay?” Billy asked, lulling his head towards you from his spot on the couch. He was the one person in the world to know your true feelings about Stu Macher and, while he’d never admit to it out loud, you knew he was oddly protective of you when it came to Stu’s idiocy, especially where his dating life was concerned.

You swallowed hard, not quite trusting your voice in fear of breaking down in front of him. So, instead, you remained silent and barely nodded. Was it hot in here or was it just you? You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe as you sat in the dark room with Billy to your left and Stu now long gone. Deep breaths, you thought to yourself, squeezing your palms yet again. Deep, calming breaths.

You heard Billy sigh as he paused the movie. “Y/N,” he muttered, his tone careful, “how’s he going to know how you feel if you don’t actually say shit about it?”

Through the thick blanket of tears still gathering in your eyes, you focused your glare on the dark-haired man. “Fuck off,” you barked out, “like it’s that easy.”

“It is,” he shrugged. “What’s stopping you?”

“The idiot has a date every week, Billy,” you hissed, “am I supposed to show up with a bouquet of fucking roses declaring my feelings as his tongue’s down some other girls’ throat?” With your emotions at an all-time high, you stood up from the chair and raised a shaky hand to anxiously toy with your hair. “I mean does he have to parade his shit around here the way he does? It drives me nuts.”

Billy remained quiet and still as he watched you pace in front of the tv. He’d seen this frenzied look on your face only once before, but he knew what was coming next. It wasn’t often that you let your feelings finally bubble over to the brink of explosion, but if your current state was any indication, he was about to witness a breakdown.

Standing up to his full height, Billy quietly walked towards you and placed his hands on either shoulder, holding you in place as his brown eyes searched your own watery gaze. “Hey,” he cooed, brow puckered. “Stu’s a fucking idiot if he doesn’t see what’s in front of him.”

You chewed on your lip in an attempt to contain the sob desperately clawing its way up your throat. “I can’t watch him do it anymore, Bill,” you finally said, barely above a whisper. “It just hurts too much.”

It wasn’t often you were met with the soft side of Billy Loomis, but you cherished those moments – though so far and few between – each and every time. With a sigh, Billy wrapped his arms around your shoulders and tugged you close. He said nothing, though, because what could he say? Stu was a fucking moron when it came to you, he knew as much, but uttering those words at a time like this would only hurt you more.

You sniffed, your tears bleeding into the cotton of his white t-shirt. “I swear he—”

“Wow,” Stu’s voice rang out into the silence of the room. Snapping your head towards his sudden appearance, you froze in Billy’s arms, terrified of just how much he’d heard. At first, he seemed to just stand there for a second, staring at the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms with a resigned, almost defeated look in his blue eyes. But all at once, in typical Stu fashion, that serious undertone slowly morphed into an almost amused sneer. “You two move fast, huh? Guess I should’ve grabbed those condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, barely hearing Billy’s sly comeback as you gently pushed him away. That heaviness in your chest that had made you cry only seconds prior was now a raging fire inside of your chest. The audacity this big, dumb, ass of a man had.

“Hilarious, Stu,” you griped, sniffing as you walked back to your chair. “Forever the comedian.”

“Hey,” he held his hands up in surrender. “No shame in it, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t interrupt shit,” Billy said. “And you know it.”

“What are you even doing back?” You snapped, glowering across at the idiot. “Or did you get bored of this one already?” You made a show of looking down at your watch-less wrist. “Five whole minutes, that’s got to be a new record.”

Stu pretended to laugh. “I forgot my wallet, ice queen,” he grabbed his wallet off of the table but continued to glare down at you. “What’s your problem tonight, anyway? You’ve got a stick shoved so far up your ass it’s practically coming out of your—”

“I wouldn’t go there,” Billy warned, flicking the play button on the remote. “Stop while you’re ahead.”

Stu barely glanced at him. “Nah, Billy,” he shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the couch closest to where you sat. “I’m curious. Can’t a guy be curious as to why a broad suddenly decides to give you the cold shoulder?”

“I warned you,” Billy merely shrugged.

“A broad?” You growled. “Get fucked, Macher.”

“What is your issue?” Stu reiterated. “I’m serious. You’ve been acting like a—”

“I’m not getting into this with you.” Pushing yourself off of the chair, you stormed passed both men towards the front door. “Enjoy your date, dipshit.”

Stu watched you go in utter confusion but before he could get up to follow you and continue this entire fiasco, Billy smacked him upside the head. “Leave her be, idiot,” he merely said, not tearing his eyes away from The Exorcist. “Let her cool off.”

“Cool off?” Stu asked with a furrowed brow. “Cool off from what? You two got that heated that fast that she stormed out because I came back inside?”

A long, deep, heavy sigh escaped Billy’s lips as he – yet again – had to pause the movie. His eye twitched in irritation as he surveyed the almost dopey look on Stu’s face. “I just want to watch this damned movie and it’s like a fucking soap opera with you two.”

Stu blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You seriously don’t know, do you?” When all he received was a blank stare from his friend, Billy pinched the bridge of his nose and swore under his breath. “You’re even dumber than you look, you know that?”

»»————-¤————-««

It was a few hours later when there was a casual knock at your front door. Your parents were gone for the night and, as you glanced at the time, your stomach gave a nervous twist. It was nearing midnight and, while it was a Friday and you were by no means tired, just who would be knocking at your door this late at night eluded you.

Debating on whether or not to answer, you remained firmly situated on your couch as you eyed the front door in disdain. Maybe if you waited long enough, they’d move onto the next house and your life could be spared for another night. But, before you could get too much hope on the matter, another loud knock erupted from the door. This time, however, followed by an all too familiar voice.

“Hey dipshit,” Stu’s muffled voice rang out, “open up.”

“The fuck?” You whispered in confusion before making your way to the front door. Sure enough, as you unfastened the lock, there he stood. Stu Macher in all his glory. His eyes were somewhat wild as he silently stood on your front porch, soaking you in from all angles as his Adams apple bobbed up and down in his throat. For the first time in…well, ever, it appeared Stu was at a loss for words.

“Stu, what the hell?” You asked. “My parents could have been home do you know how late it is?”

“Yeah,” he simply said, not moving an inch from where he stood. “But this couldn’t wait.”

You blinked. “What couldn’t wait?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder to see if this was some weird prank that he and Billy thought up. “Come inside, you’re freaking me out.”

“I—” His words seemed to die on his tongue. “I just need to know if it’s true.”

You frowned. “If what’s true?” You racked your brain for a possible answer but came up empty. “Did something come up on your date or something? If it’s about that rumour with me and Matt Sewinski, I promise you that’s not true. The guy’s a creep.”

Stu shook his head but his eyes remained glued to your face, unblinking. “No,” he simply said, “and I didn’t end up going out with Heather.”

You wrinkled your nose. “I thought it was Sarah tonight?”

Stu shut his eyes in sheer annoyance. “Heather, Sarah, whoever the fuck it was,” he opened those blue eyes open again and the raw intensity inside of them made you take a small step back. “I didn’t go.”

You swallowed hard and suddenly felt a wave of nausea overcome you. “Why?” You gulped out.

Stu licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He was yet to step foot inside your house and between the maniacal look in his eye and the chilled breeze seeping in through the open door, you shivered absentmindedly. “I talked to Billy.”

Four words. Four tiny little words was all it took to make the room around you spin on its axis. A cold sweat broke out across your chest as you averted your eyes to the wall directly beside his head. Maybe if you didn’t quite look him in the face, you could get out of what was about to become an incredible awkward, painful situation. With your breath trembling, you swallowed again and tried to find your voice. “About what?”

Stu cocked his head to the side. “Y/N,” he warned, “cut the shit.”

Another painful gulp. Your throat felt like it was closing in on you as you stood there facing the boy you’d been in love with for as long as you could remember. You’d often dreamt of this day, the day where he’d finally realize your feelings only to have them reciprocated fully – but when you’d pictured it, Stu looked a lot less crazy than he did looking back at you now. But, even still, there was a glimmer of emotion shining brightly behind those blue eyes that made your breath hitch in your throat.

It made you nervous.

Worse, it made you hopeful.

“Stu,” you tried to find some conviction in your tone, but your nerves got the better of you. “Can you just get inside first? You’re scaring me.” Despite feeling as though you were going to faint, you managed to reach across the divide to yank him inside of your house. Locking the door behind you, you took a few even breaths before turning back around to face him. “What did Billy say?”

Stu ignored your question as he began to pace around your hallway. He was this tall, broad, string bean of a man on a regular day, but the mass of him tonight was all encompassing as he governed your foyer. “Seven years,” he began, his voice slightly shaky. “We’ve known each other for seven fucking years, Y/N. And I’ve hung on your every fucking word for all of six years, eight months and a handful of days, give or take.” He turned on his heel rather abruptly to face you. “But you liked Billy.”

You opened your mouth to respond to the first half of his statement before realization dawned on you. Grimacing, you shook your head. “Billy? He’s like my brother, where the hell did that come from?”

“You act like he hung the fucking moon, Y/N!” He exclaimed, emphatically. “What was I supposed to think?”

“What?” You shook your head in sheer confusion. “Okay, one thing at a time. Billy is one of my best friends. So are you. What’s the problem here?”

“The probl—?” Stu laughed. “The problem? For seven fucking years you’ve been the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of before I go to sleep. And literally every fucking second in between. And this whole goddamn time, I thought you were in love with Billy.”

You were reeling. You weren’t entirely sure if your heart was beating as loud as it appeared to be, but you were sure he could hear it from where he stood a few feet away. “I—” You tried to form a sentence – any sentence – but nothing seemed to suffice. “But the dates?” Were the only words that seemed to spill from your lips. “You were dating – are dating – constantly.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “wonder why.”

You weren’t sure when you’d done it or just how your legs managed to carry you back into the living room, but you found yourself falling against the arm of the couch in an almost dream-like state. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” Stu fussed. “I want to know if what Billy told me was true.” He walked up to you and searched your face. “Do you love me?”

You didn’t answer at first. You couldn’t. Not when it felt as though your lungs were about to explode in your chest. You must have opened your mouth a dozen times over, each time with the promise of a formative sentence, but nothing seemed to suffice.

Suddenly Stu’s hands were on you. Squeezing your thighs with those large hands, he demanded your focus as he swooped down and caught your eye. “I need you to answer me, doll.”

You were so focused in on the overwhelmingly glorious feeling of his hands on your thighs that you forgot to answer. Hell, you forgot to breathe. It wasn’t until you slowly managed to tear your eyes away from his hands to trail up the rest of his body towards that striking face of his, that you found your words.

“You came to my house at midnight. You’ve been the one going on dates like it’s a part time job. You’re the one claiming to have been hanging on my every word for the better half of our friendship so, no, Stu, I’m not saying a fucking word until you tell me what it is that brought you here this late?” You pushed his hands off of your thighs and stood up. “All I’ve done this entire time is sit idly by and watch you carry on like Heffner at the Playboy Mansion. You want me to answer you? Not until I get a—”

Your answer came in the form of a kiss.

On instinct, your hands tangled through his hair as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He might have been on your shit list at the moment, but fuck he was a good kisser. You’d been thinking about this very moment for as long as you could remember. Longer, even, and god was it everything you thought it would be and more.

His hands were on your face at first, cradling it gently as he backed you into the sofa, and then they were on your neck, holding you close as his tongue massaged against your own. Shivering beneath his touch, you instinctively leaned into his broad chest as the pair of you continue to stand there, kissing like your lives depended on it.

“Stu,” you mumbled against his lips. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing” he rasped out before finding your lips yet again. “Bed or couch?”

Every red flag in your head was going off to stop this and properly talk about what was not so subtly insinuated only seconds prior, but he just felt so good and you’d wanted this so so long. “Bed,” you told him breathlessly, without a second thought.

Stu wasted no time in leading you towards your bedroom, kissing his way down your neck as you stumbled down the narrow hallway. Obviously losing his patience about halfway through, he pushed you up against the wall and trailed sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. “I love you, if that wasn’t obvious.” He breathed out. “Like, a lot.”

His words struck you blind. Ever the dutiful distraction, however, Stu’s hand trailed down your sweatshirt before settling on the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your body reacted to the promise of his hand. Arching into him, you bit your lip and sighed in contentment as his fingers slipped beneath the band. You were already soaked. Your body responded to the man in a way you couldn’t begin to comprehend, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. And as his middle finger slid into your folds, instantly finding your clit, a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Is this the horny part of your brain talking?” You growled, tugging at the ends of his hair so that you had full access to his lips. “Or are you serious?”

“So fucking serious.” He hummed into your mouth. He pinched your clit, garnering a rather surprised hiss to escape from your lips as your entire body lurched forward. Hearing him chuckle, you popped an eye and began to pull his shirt over his head. When you tossed it across the hallway, his eyes met yours. “Do you love me?”

“Yeah, but I have bone to pick with you first,” you chided, doing your best to control your breathing as he quickened his pace on your clit.

He ducked his head down to bite your lip. “Unless it’s this bone,” he ground his hips into you, and you could feel his rock-hard erection even through his jeans. “It can wait.”

You laughed before you could think of stopping yourself. “Jesus Christ, you’re disgusting.”

He was smirking across at you. “You love it.”

Still grinning, you rolled your eyes before your lips took refuge on his neck. Which, as it turned out, was a massive turn-on for Stu Macher. Running your tongue along it and nipping at the sensitive flesh, was getting him incredibly riled up if the bulge in his jeans was any indication. Biting down on the sensitive flesh, the groan it drew out of his mouth was enough to make your already wet pussy clench around his fingers.

“Fuck,” he drew out, sliding the finger that had been assaulting your clit only seconds prior inside of you.

You let out a small moan of your own as you hurriedly got to work on his belt. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me how you felt?” When you’d managed to practically rip it off of his waist, you wasted no time in unzipping his jeans. His cock sprung free within seconds.

“I thought you liked Billy,” he rasped out gruffly as you began to pump his cock with your hand. “What was I supposed to do?”

You wiggled free from the hand currently down your shorts and dropped to your knees. Looking up at him through your thick eyelashes, you raised your brow. “You could have asked me?” You reminded him, swirling your tongue around the tip of that perfectly girthy cock. The man might have been a pain in the ass but good god he had the assets to make up for it.

Stu braced himself against the wall behind you and threw his head back. Fuck, you were lethal with that mouth of yours. “Hindsight,” he breathed out.

You released his cock with a pop. “You’re an idiot.” Was all you said before getting back to work. With your hand, you circled the base of his dick and took the length of him inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip each time you made your way back up.

He grabbed your hair and gave it a firm pull. “Fuck,” he growled. “Keep going.”

You hummed against his dick, digging your nails into his thigh briefly before looking back up at him. “Or what?” He allowed his forehead to fall against his forearm currently stabilizing him against the wall. You knew you were driving him crazy, but he’d done the same thing to you for the last seven years and you were nothing if not a petty bitch when you wanted to be. “Say it again.”

He furrowed his brow. “Say what?” Realization dawned on him. “Fuck, baby, you keep doing that I’ll put a ring on your finger tomorrow.” Stu’s blue eyes were hungrily taking you in. How you’d managed to stay fully dressed as he stood there with his jeans around his ankles and his cock out was beyond him but, sure enough, that was his reality. “I love you. A lot.”

You dug your nails into his thigh again, and slowly licked up the base of his cock. “Hmm,” you hummed with a nod of your head, releasing it to stand up to your full height. His eyes were pleading with you to finish him off, but as you slinked up the wall and mirrored his hungry gaze, he surprised you by sliding his calloused hand up the side of your neck until it cupped your cheek. You were practically nose-to-nose as he slowly pinned you against the wall and, as he leaned forward and nudged your nose with his, a slow, lazy grin broke out across your face. “I love you, too.”

Slowly, you leaned in and kissed him. Unlike the deliberate make-out session you’d had minutes prior, this kiss was slow and methodical. When you pulled away, you kissed the tip of his nose and nodded towards your bedroom. “Get on the bed.”

Stu’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “Pushy.”

You gave his dick a tug. “Go.”

He swooped in again and kissed you before haphazardly kicking off his shoes and jeans, punting them across the hallway as he backed you into your bedroom. When you were close enough to your bed, he broke the kiss to peel off your sweatshirt. Throwing it across the room, his hands were back on you within seconds, kneading and massaging your breasts before taking one in his mouth. Expertly, his tongue ran along your nipple before he began to suck and nip at them. Arching into his mouth, you fisted a handful of his hair and groaned as he pulled you in even closer.

“Stu,” you moaned, shutting your eyes momentarily as you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his mouth on your tits. The man truly was a god with his tongue.

But you had a trick up your sleeve. A little payback, if you will. And this, melting into his mouth, was not part of the plan.

Hating yourself, you pushed him away. The back of his knees hit your bed and you watched as he fell back onto the soft mattress with a slight bounce. There was confusion in his stare as he sat there ogling you. “Get over here,” he beckoned, voice low.

Slowly, you shimmied out of your pajama shorts, feeling his eyes on you every step of the way as you stepped out of them and walked towards the bed. Towards him. Sitting himself up, he opened his legs so you could step between them. His hands were slow as they trailed up and down your thighs, hips, and waist before sliding around to your ass. Squeezing and pulling at your cheeks, he pulled you closer and placed a tender kiss to your sternum before craning his neck up to peer up at you.

“I always knew you had a thing for my ass.” You raked your fingers through his hair, pushing it back and away from his forehead as you grinned down at him.

His answer came in the form of another firm squeeze of your ass only rather than stop there, he tugged you closer until you were tumbling onto his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you straddled his lap, subtly grinding your hips so his erection settled between the folds of your pussy, rubbing against your clit.

“Lay down on your stomach,” he uttered. When he noticed your apprehension, he raised a single eyebrow up at you and squeezed again. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded mutely and did as you were told. And, before you knew it, you were sliding off of his lap to lay stomach-down on your bed. You felt the bed shift as Stu crawled towards you but before you could question him on it, you felt his hands slide beneath your hips to pull you up so that your ass was raised in the air.

“What are you—”

Your words died in your throat as you felt his tongue glide along your pussy. Gasping, you nearly buckled forward, but caught yourself on your pillow. You were face down, buried in the comforter and pillows of your bed, but with your hips bent at the level Stu had moved them into, he had full access to both your pussy and your ass. You could feel his fingers kneading into your ass as his lapped up your every fold until settling on your clit. You groaned and buried your face into the pillow as he began to suck your clit. You could hear how wet you were as his mouth imbibed every inch of your pussy.

His name tore out of your throat and your knuckles whitened as you gripped the bedsheets. The veins in your neck swelled with every laboured breath you managed to draw and you found yourself bucking into his mouth as an orgasm rippled through your body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed but Stu’s mouth was relentless. And as he pinched your clit all the while still lapping you up, you all but collapsed. When he was sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, he pulled away and allowed you to collapse onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your spine, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

“Can I?” He asked, his cock at the ready.

Nodding, you gasped when you felt him slide inside of you. He bit down on your shoulder as he thrust into you and his quiet moans and unsteady breath was enough to kill you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking good.”

This was a high unlike any other for Stu. Watching his cock slam into you, watching your ass slap against him with every wild thrust and pump he provided and feeling just how fucking wet you were for him – this was the unattainable high. You were the unattainable high.

He reached around to play with your clit again. He could feel it throbbing between his fingers and, feeling you tremble made him weak. Quickening his pace on your clit and steadying his thrusting to ensure you finished again, Stu bit down on your earlobe. “Come for me, baby.”

Your answer came in the form of another thick, guttural moan as you came undone yet again. He watched you quiver and shake and the vision of it was enough for him to quicken his thrusts. Groaning, his hands fell from your clit to hold your hips as he pounded into you. The sound of your cheeks slapping against him was drawing him closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm and as you let out one last breathy moan, his whole body seemed to erupt in fire.

His breathing was heavy as he came inside of you and the more sensitive his cock got with every thrust, his pace slowed. For a moment, neither of you moved. Instead, he allowed his forehead to fall back against your shoulder before he slowly pulled out.

“If I’d have known that’s what I was missing, we should have had this talk a lot sooner.” You teased, earning a playful smack to your ass from the man. Grinning, you flopped back onto the pillow and stared up at him. He was leaning on one arm as those blue eyes scraped over every inch of your face. You could see the words he wanted to say splayed out across his face and found yourself reaching up to brush his hair back and away from his sweaty forehead.

“Right back at ya,” you smiled.

Fuck, you really were in love with the idiot.