#hot ass freak ass bitch UGH

[sosasturns]

matt pls let me eat the booty like groceries

never do that shit again you sick fuck

[liz-on-leash]

Live To Breed

[Commissioned]

VIVIZ SinB/Hwang Eunbi

Gangrape, Mentioned Death, BBC Tribesmen, Breeding, A Lot Of Cum, Vaginal Fuck, Anal, Pregnant Fuck, Some Other Heavy Stuff.

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The day started like any other for VIVIZ, but shit was about to hit the fan in the most fucked-up way possible. SinB, the feisty one, Eunha, and sweet Umji were bouncing around in their jeep, deep in the heart of the African jungle, looking for some thrill.

The girls were living their best lives, laughing and joking, when all hell broke loose. A freaking stampede came outta nowhere, like some shit from a horror movie. The driver hit the brakes, but it was a lost cause. 

The jeep went flying, and SinB went airborne, straight into a goddamn tree. Her clothes ripped like wet tissue paper, and she was left bruised and bleeding, screaming her lungs out.

"FUUUUCK!" SinB howled in agony, her voice raw as a guttural scream. Her sexy outfit was in shreds, exposing her smooth skin, now marked with scratches and cuts that would make a horror flick proud. 

She tried to get her ass up, but her body was like jelly, trembling and weak. Where the hell were Eunha and Umji? She cried out for them, her voice fading in the vast jungle.

The jungle, usually buzzing with life, went dead quiet, like it was mourning the crazy shit that just went down. SinB's pleas for help bounced off the trees, her voice cracking with each desperate call. 

The pain was a bitch, clouding her vision, but she fought to stay conscious, refusing to black out. As the sun started its slow descent, painting the sky with fiery colors, a crew of hulking dudes appeared, straight out of a tribal wet dream. 

These motherfuckers were ripped, their dark skin glistening with sweat, and all they wore were tiny-ass loincloths that left nothing to the imagination. Their bodies were inked up with tribal tats, and their eyes held a wild intensity.

SinB's mouth hung open as she took in the sight, momentarily forgetting her pain. These dudes were built like gods, and their sheer size made her feel like a tiny doll. 

They muttered to each other in some ancient tongue, their deep voices rumbling like thunder, probably discussing the hot mess of a woman in front of them.

"Help... please, help me," SinB managed to whisper, her voice scratchy and weak. The men's eyes narrowed, their gazes intense enough to burn holes through her. 

They didn't give a shit about her plea, probably thinking she was some crazy jungle spirit. The biggest dude among them strode over, his muscles flexing with each step. He scooped SinB up like she weighed nothing, causing her to whimper.

This beast of a man carried her through the jungle like she was his prize catch. SinB's eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar sights of their camp. It was like a scene from a National Geographic documentary, with buff dudes going about their business, their bodies glistening with sweat and dirt.

These savages didn't waste time with pleasantries. They ripped what was left of SinB's clothes, leaving her in her skimpy underwear, her curves on full display. 

She tried to cover up, but these guys didn't give a damn about modesty. They cleaned her wounds, their rough hands exploring her body, and wrapped her up with some dirty-ass cloth.

"Fuck off!" SinB tried to fight, but it was like a kitten swatting at a lion. A sharp slap landed on her face. "Ugh!" She tasted blood, her lip split open. Another jab to her ribs had her gasping, reminding her just how helpless she was.

The men finished patching her up and shoved some weird-ass herbal shit down her throat. SinB choked and spluttered, her eyes watering from the bitter taste. 

Satisfied, two of them grabbed her, ignoring her weak struggles, and hauled her ass to a nearby barn. Inside, it was like a damn dungeon, filled with terrified women from different corners of the world.

The women were a sorry sight, some crying their eyes out, others moaning in pain, their bellies swollen with pregnancy. SinB's heart hammered in her chest as she realized she'd landed in some tribal sex cult's lair. She tried to scream, but her voice was shot.

Just then, all hell broke loose outside. A group of the tribal dudes, their massive cocks swinging free, dragged a screaming woman outta the camp. Her pleas were met with laughter and crude catcalls.

The men's laughter was like a sick chorus, their eyes wild with lust. SinB's blurry vision focused on their massive dicks, already hard as steel, ready to invade some poor woman's body.

The men wasted no time, and the woman's screams echoed through the camp, a haunting soundtrack to the night's twisted festivities. SinB's eyes fluttered, her mind overwhelmed by the day's events. 

The last thing she saw before passing out was the terrified faces of the captive women, knowing their fate was about to get a whole lot worse.

The night had turned into a fucked-up, twisted sex fest, and SinB was front-row center for this sick tribal ritual. Her eyes popped open as the barn erupted with screams and moans.

The women, who were once crying their eyes out, were now getting pounded by these tribal beasts, their cries echoing like a damn horror movie.

"Oh fuck, mercy, please! No more!" a woman begged, her voice raw from screaming her lungs out. But the men just kept pounding her from every angle, their dark, sweaty bodies slamming into her like wild animals.

"Harder, you motherfuckers! Break me in half!" another chick screamed, her body bucking as two dudes took turns drilling her, their cocks stretching her holes like she was some damn sex toy. 

The scene was brutal, but damn, it was hot as hell. Even the preggo ladies weren't off-limits.

"No, not my ass! My baby... oh, fuck, no!" a pregnant woman wailed, her eyes rolling back as a dude hammered her ass, not giving a damn about her swollen belly. The sight was enough to make SinB's stomach churn.

SinB's eyes were like saucers, taking in the savage display of raw, animalistic fucking. Her body ached to run, but she might as well have been glued to the ground. She tried to crawl away, but it was like trying to escape a pack of hungry wolves.

"Please, just let me go, you bastards!" SinB's voice was raspy, barely a whisper.

These dudes weren't having any of it. They grabbed her like she was their personal plaything. One dude chuckled, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

They pinned her down, their rough hands holding her arms and legs, spreading her wide open like a buffet. SinB screamed and kicked, but it only made these animals harder.

"Let me go, you animals! Help!" SinB's pleas were desperate, but they just laughed, their eyes wild with lust.

The dude on top of her, his cock already hard as steel, ripped her panties off like they were nothing. "No, stop! Get your hands off me!" SinB shouted, her voice breaking as he groped her tits, squeezing and twisting her sensitive nipples until she saw stars.

Pissed off by her resistance, the dude stood up and stomped on her stomach, making her gag and cough. Before SinB could catch her breath, another dude was on top of her, his thick cock aiming straight for her mouth.

SinB's eyes widened as his cock invaded her, stretching her jaws to the max. This dude was packing an anaconda, and it hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke.

He grunted, face-fucking her like a pro. SinB's throat bulged, moving up and down, her eyes watering, snot and spit flying as he pounded her face. Another dude cheered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

The dude pounding her face went to town, his balls slapping against her chin, making her gag and choke some more. SinB's body shook, her bound hands clawing at the dirt, her throat working overtime to take that massive cock.

He growled, his hips slamming into her aching throat. SinB's eyes rolled back, tears mixing with the spit and snot as she struggled to breathe. Her throat was on fire, but this dude wasn't letting up, his cock throbbing, ready to unload his cum down her throat.

The barn had become a twisted, hardcore sex dungeon, where SinB's screams and the other women's cries were the soundtrack to a night of brutal, non-stop gangrape.

The tribal black men were on a roll, and SinB's mouth was their fuck toy. These motherfuckers took turns shoving their thick, veiny cocks down her throat, face-fucking her like she was their personal cum dumpster. 

SinB choked and gagged, her eyes watering like a waterfall as she tried to take their massive cocks. One guy gripped her hair like a leash as he pounded her face. SinB's throat was getting fucked raw, her gag reflex going crazy, but these animals just kept going harder.

Another guy shouted, slapping her face with his thick palm. SinB's cheeks stung, but he didn't give a shit as he jammed his cock down her throat, making her eyes bulge like a cartoon.

"Can't... breathe!" SinB managed to gasp between the thrusts, her voice muffled and desperate. But these savages just laughed, their rough hands holding her head like a pet, forcing her to take their cocks.

One after another, they blasted their hot cum down her throat, making her swallow their seed like it was her job. SinB's belly was swelling, her throat on fire, and she felt like she was gonna puke her guts out.

"No more... gonna puke!" she whimpered, her eyes pleading for mercy but a hard slap landed on her cheek, making her see stars.

One man growled, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth open for his throbbing cock. SinB gagged, her throat convulsing as he face-fucked her with zero fucks given.

These native men were all about getting their rocks off, and they didn't care about her comfort. Some even used her hands and thighs to jerk off, covering her skin with their hot, sticky loads. SinB's body was a mess, covered in sweat, cum, and bruises.

The barn was a horror show, with women's screams and moans filling the air. SinB's eyes darted around, witnessing shit that would give her nightmares for life.

"Help... I'm pregnant! Have mercy!" a woman begged, her belly shook as two men double-battered her pussy and ass. The poor chick was screaming, but they just kept pounding until she went quiet, her body limp and her holes bleeding.

A man grunted, his cock buried deep in the ass of a woman who was clearly out cold. SinB watched in horror as he pumped away, not giving a damn about the blood or the fact that she wasn't even conscious.

“No, no, no– Oh god!" another woman cried, her body arched and bruised as three huge black men took turns violating her. Her screams turned to whines, then silence as the pain overwhelmed her.

SinB's throat was on fire, and her stomach felt like it was gonna explode from all the cum she'd been forced to swallow. When a cock finally pulled out of her mouth, she puked, spewing a mix of cum and bile.

"Fuck— argh, can't swallow anymore!" she begged. But they didn't give a shit. A sharp slap landed on her mouth, making her eyes water.

A man barked, grabbing her hair and shoving his cock back in her mouth. SinB gagged and choked, her throat working achingly to take his thickness as he fucked her face with no mercy. These tribesmen made sure to mark her as their territory. 

They flooded her mouth, on her body, and even made her lick their balls. SinB's body trembled in disgust, her throat and mouth abused, but they just kept going, their cocks throbbing and unloading their semen wherever they pleased. 

Time had lost all meaning for SinB as the assault on her mouth continued. These tribal studs had been using her face as their personal cum dump for hours, forcing her to swallow load after load, even as she puked it all up. 

Her stomach felt like it was gonna burst, her belly swollen and hard, a testament to the endless cumshots she'd been forced to take.

SinB's body was a mess, her once flawless skin now glistening with sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead. 

Her lips were swollen and bruised, gaping open as if they'd forgotten how to close, and her throat was on fire, like she'd swallowed a flaming blade. She couldn't feel her face anymore; it was just a numb, throbbing mess.

Her curvy body had gone limp, her arms splayed out on the dirty ground, but the men held her head up, ensuring her mouth was always available for their pleasure, cocks sliding down her throat, making her gag and choke, her eyes rolling back in her head.

SinB's mind was fuzzy, her body exhausted, but the men showed no signs of stopping. Her throat was so fucked, it felt like a permanent part of their cocks was lodged in there. She couldn't even swallow her own spit without pain.

As another thick release was forced down her throat, SinB's body went into overdrive. She convulsed, her eyes rolling back, and for a moment, she thought she was gonna pass out. The man finally pulled out, letting her fall to the ground like a ragdoll.

SinB gasped for air, her body twitching uncontrollably, her throat and mouth leaking cum and saliva. She lay there, unable to move, her eyes pleading for this nightmare to end. The men, however, seemed to be just getting started.

They stood around her, stroking their hard cocks, their eyes wild with lust as they discussed their next move. SinB prayed for death, for the sweet release of unconsciousness, but the gods weren't listening.

Suddenly, a massive man stepped on her swollen stomach, making her cry out in pain. He twisted his foot, and SinB's body betrayed her, spewing cum and pee, her throat and pussy leaking like broken faucets.

"Oh god– fucking hurts…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. The man just laughed, his deep voice echoing in her ears. He then grabbed her ankles, dragging her out of the barn, away from the screams of the other tortured women.

SinB's heart sank as she realized this was far from over. She was being dragged to the center of the camp, where a crowd of over fifty tribal men awaited, their bodies naked and glistening with some ritual oil.

"No… just kill me," SinB mumbled, her voice weak and defeated. She wanted this torture to end, but the men had other plans. The idol's worst fears were about to be realized as the tribe prepared for a night of depraved rituals.

SinB was done fighting, her body limp as a rag doll as the men chained her up like a sacrificial lamb in the middle of this tribal orgy. They tossed her onto the wooden platform, her stomach heaving, causing her to spew out the cum she'd swallowed earlier.

The men were quick to secure her, chaining her wrists and neck, ensuring she was their helpless plaything. Her curvy body was on full display, the torchlight highlighting every inch of her skin.

A dude with a lean build grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him as he poured some weird-ass green liquid down her throat. It was some tribal shit to keep her awake and ready for their sick games. SinB gagged on the bitter taste, but at this point, she was beyond caring.

The crowd went wild as the first man stepped into the spotlight, his cock so big it swung between his legs like a damn pendulum. This dude was a fuckin' beast, and he was about to tear SinB a new one.

He crouched down, his hands gripping her soft hips like they were made for him. He lifted her ass, positioning her on her knees, showcasing her plump, round cheeks. The motherfucker poured oil on her ass, his touch making her tremble.

SinB's ass was a sight to behold, and this dude knew it. He massaged the oil into her skin, his thick-ass thumb getting dangerously close to her tight hole. With a deliberate move, he pushed his thumb into her asshole, making her scream like a banshee.

"Fuck! Stop, you bastard!" SinB cursed, her body going rigid as she felt her ass being stretched beyond its limits. The dude's thumb worked her hole, making her scream and beg, her struggles against the chains useless.

The pain was off the charts, her ass on fire as he finger-fucked her, preparing her for the main event. SinB twisted and turned, her body a mess of desperation, but the dude held her hips like a vice.

Before she knew it, his thumb was out, and his massive cock was at her entrance, ready to breach her tight hole. With one brutal thrust, he impaled her ass, making her eyes roll back.

"Ahhhh, fuck! It's too big! It's splitting me— it's in my guts!" SinB screamed, her voice shaking. 

His cock was a monster, tearing through her sphincter like it was nothing. She felt it stretching her insides, poking places no cock should go.

The man held her hips, his cock buried balls-deep, and started pounding her ass like it was a punching bag. SinB's body jolted with each thrust, her pee spraying out as her bladder broken.

The crowd went nuts, their cheers filling the air as the man brutalized her ass, his cock owning her with each brutal stroke. SinB's screams were music to their ears.

The big dude was merciless, slamming his cock into SinB's ass like a jackhammer, her body taking the full force. Her legs were straight, toes pointed, as she endured the sensation of being impaled, her asshole stretched to its limits. It felt like she was trying to poop out a watermelon, but it just kept going deeper.

SinB's eyes were rolled back, her mouth hanging open, drool dripping down her chin as she groaned and whimpered. Her pale tits scraped against the rough wood with each jerking motion. 

The man grunted like a wild animal, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock even deeper. SinB's ass clenched around him, milking his cock as he pounded her hole. 

The pleasure was too much, with a few more deep thrusts, he exploded inside her, his hot cum filling her ass. He pulled out, his cock glistening with lube and cum, leaving SinB's ass gaping and sore. 

She collapsed onto the platform, her body trembling, unable to move or speak. But there was no respite for the idol.

Another tall, muscular guy stepped up, his cock already slick with oil. He knelt behind her, slapping her leaking pussy, making her jerk and whimper. SinB knew the routine by now, and she bit her lip, bracing herself for the incoming invasion.

A few men gathered around her head, their cocks in hand, stroking and getting off on the sight of her oily, abused body. One dude even stepped on her head, his foot pressing down as he admired the show.

The man behind her positioned his thick cockhead at her pussy lips, teasing her entrance. SinB's body tensed, anticipating the pain. With a slow gesture, he pushed inside, making her moan and arch her back.

"Ahh, shit, shit— My pussy, uhhh!" SinB cried out as his swollen tip popped through her tight pussy lips, stretching her beyond her limits right away. Her pussy clenched around his cock, resisting the invasion, but he kept forcing his way in, inch by inch.

The man was tenacious, his cock a battering ram, pushing past her resistant flesh. SinB screamed and shook, her body a mess of pain as he yanked her onto his cock, burying it deep in her pussy.

Her pee sprayed around his girth, an indication of the intensity of the insertion. The men laughed, their eyes wild with unsatiated lust as the man kept punching her inner walls, his cock slamming against her cervix with each thrust. 

The sudden pleasure was intense, causing SinB's body to tremble and convulse, her pussy clenching around his cock as she climaxed, her juices flowing and mixing with his. But the pleasure was short-lived as his cock kept pounding, hitting her cervix with lethal impact, causing searing pain.

"Ahhh! Fuck, stop!" SinB cried, her body arching off the platform as the man lost control, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper. Blood trickled down her thighs as her pussy was torn and ravaged, the pain almost unbearable.

The man was in a trance, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load deep inside her, breeding her pussy with his cum. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices and blood, leaving SinB's pussy gaping and sore.

The men weren't done with her yet. They forced her to drink more of their herbal drugs, keeping her conscious. They even splashed water on her, cleaning the blood and dirt from her body, their rough hands scrubbing her skin.

SinB's body was chained tighter, her wrists and neck secured, ensuring she couldn't escape the breeding that awaited her. More tribesmen lined up, their cocks hard and ready to take over her abused holes.

Day after day, the ritual continued, with over 60 men taking their turns with her every single day. They raped her solo, double-penetrated her, and even tried triple penetration, stretching - tearing her holes beyond their limits. SinB's screams and moans were a constant soundtrack in the camp.

The only sustenance she received was their cum, fed to her by force, enough to keep her alive and fertile for their breeding games. Her memories of her past life as an idol faded, replaced by the constant sensation of huge cocks filling her sore, aching holes.

For weeks, SinB's disappearance was headline news in South Korea. The authorities found Eunha and Umji's bodies, but SinB remained a mystery. Little did they know, she was deep in the African jungle, being bred by a tribe of men.

Weeks turned into a blur for SinB, her body now permanently marked by the tribe's ownership. Her once flat stomach now sported a slight bulge, a result of the countless times she'd been bred. 

The men had moved her to the barn, where she joined the ranks of other pregnant women, all awaiting the birth of their tribal offspring.

SinB was on all fours, a leash around her neck, her body of stretch marks and bruises. Two tribesmen stood beside her, their rough hands massaging her swollen breasts, tugging at her nipples until milk squirted into a bucket, proof of her fertility - the only reason that kept her alive.

Behind her, a group of men took turns with her ass, their cocks pounding her hole to stimulate her milk production. Her pussy, already dripping with cum from the men who had just used her, was a constant reminder of her fate.

The once vibrant K-pop idol was gone, replaced by a shell of a woman, her body a vessel for the tribe's pleasure and procreation. 

SinB's mind was a haze, her memories of her past life fading with each brutal fucking. She was now a breeding machine, her body existing solely to produce the next generation of this unknown tribe.

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In Every Realm

SMAU

Aaron Taylor Johnson x Wife!Reader

Yn is the muse of the brilliant Robert Eggers, she has been in multiple of his films. When she is casted in "Nosferatu" the entire cast becomes family, in some cases literally.

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ynjohnson from a fresh faces, young actress to now, mine and Robert's careers have been interconnected. We constantly go back and forth about potential projects and I've had the pleasure to act in for him several times. I am so excited to be apart of his dream come true!!

Lily-Rose, I am over the moon to finally work with you! You are one of the most talented actresses I know and I cannot wait to see your brilliance up close 🫶🫶

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[satellitespinner]

july 12th 1996.

“yeah, some freak went crazy and killed a bunch of kids at camp in like ‘78” dina states, her lollipop twirling about in her fingers.

“no they fuckin’ didnt dina, quit it.” ellie laughs as she presses the bottle of vodka to her lips.

you and a few of the other camp councilors were sat around a fire, passing around a bottle and telling stories before the first day of camp.

“if you tell the kids that i swear i’ll be the one to kill you.” you joke as ellie pulls you closer into her chest. she hands you the bottle and you take a long sip. “i do not need a bunch of freaked out kids who refuse to leave the cabin.”

abby laughs as she contradicts dina’s statement. “i’m pretty sure if some freak really did kill a bunch of kids here, we wouldn’t be here.”

dina crosses her legs and rolls her eyes. “you guys are really no fun.”

jesse leans in beside her sneakily trying to get a taste of her very sanitary sucker. too bad she notices before he can get his hands, lips on it.

“hey! knock it off.” she looks at him with disgust.

“see we’re lots of fun, D” abby laughs as dina shifts uncomfortably away from her boyfriend.

“as if you guys haven’t swapped spit a thousand times. so dramatic” you comment on dina’s reaction when you hear a twig snap in the distance. you gasp and sit up at the sound.

“hah! so you do believe it!” dina points.

“bitch, just because i jumped at a sound doesn’t mean i believe in some fake horror story about kids getting murdered here. plus, it’s not like we’re supposed to be doing this.” you defend yourself as your cheeks burn out of embarrassment.

“aw it’s okay that you’re scared, i’ll be here to protect you, baby” ellie gives you a sloppy kiss on your already hot cheek.

“yeah right, ellie, your lanky ass couldn’t take down a killer if you tried.” jesse buts in. out of spite ellie replies quickly.

“shut it, dweeb. can’t you see i’m tryna get some?” she jokes. everyone laughs.

“oh fuck off. you’re not getting shit!” you plaster a fake offended look on your face and sit up. she places a hand over her heart.

she reaches forward with grabby hands “nooo baby im soo sorry” you laugh as abby scoffs.

“you two need to get a room! seriously” she fake gags while sticking two fingers in her mouth.

“oh we will” you send a wink abby’s way and ellie laughs as she pulls you back into her lap. she starts stroking your hair as the rest of the group start imitating you two.

“oh ellie!”

“fuck me ugh”

“ellieeeeeuhhhhh”

ellie’s face heats up bright red at the sounds, that where somehow extremely accurate. “okay. this shits whack.” she states, looking away from the group to hide her now pink freckles.

another branch snap.

“what the fuck was that?” ellie jokes as she slightly shakes you. you look around frantically before you shut ur eyes.

“you guys are so fucked.” you say before peeling your blanket off of your legs and getting up.

“i need to piss.” you roll your eyes and zip up your sweater before walking away. “do you want me to come with?” ellie shouts, you wave your wand as you look back.

“i’ll be fine!”

you zip up your jean shorts and leave the outhouse as quick as possible. the dark making it impossible for you to see where you were going.

should’ve brought a flashlight.

as you’re walking through the woods you hear footsteps in the leaves. your head darts in all directions.

“ellie?” you call out. for some reason you follow the sound, fully convinced it’s one of your friends pranking you.

“i swear to god, you guys.” you say as you carefully maneuver through the forest. the deeper you go the more sounds you hear.

“you guys aren’t fucking funny.” you nervous laugh as you step over a branch. you follow the sounds until the come to an abrupt halt. the fuck?

“hello? who’s out there?” your voice going up an octave. now you were fucking scared. you turn around to look when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. you scream at the sudden presence. quickly turning back around and shoving whoever it was.

“you’re not fucking funny!” you say blindly. before realizing it was infact, not one of your friends. the figure didn’t say anything, but the space between you and them gave you time to book it. or so you thought.

as soon as your first foot left the ground they slipped their own underneath it, tripping you.

“fuck!” you yell from the ground. the masked person flipped you over and raised their knife clad arm, quickly bringing it down. they were quick but luckily you were quicker. you rolled left and the knife only grazed your stomach. it left a wound but you could manage.

you lifted yourself into your knee, the only thoughts going through your head were to fucking

RUN.

“help!” you screamed as you stumbled through the woods. you ran for enough time that you could eventually see all of your friends, their eyes all looking your way, puzzled expressions adorned their faces.

“there’s someone!” you scream, as you stumble again. your stomach blood now dripping down your shorts and onto your bare legs.

as you came into sight ellie was the first to stand up. the blood now very evident. “holy fuck.” she whispered as you got closer.

“he’s there! i fucking- i saw him!” you pant as you reach the group, ellie immediately taking you into her arms. you turn around and realize that the masked perp was now gone.

“i fucking swear.” ellie looks you up and down, your shaken and frankly bloody form. everyone’s eyes widen.

“this shit is fucking real.” abby’s says, looking around at everyone else.

“dina was fucking right.”

[madamechrissy]

Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins) getting tied up, ass smacking, oral fixation, body worship, blow jobs, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, Suguru being sexy bc why nottt

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 6 -- Masterlist Playlist

Chapter 7

Every inch of you feels deliciously sore as you yawn, stretching the next morning, and Suguru isn’t there. You frown a bit, sitting up, realizing what time it must be, and then get dressed, padding around the suite. You flush when you see the table has a little bag and a note, and see that Suguru grabbed you breakfast.

You pick out a blueberry muffin, nibbling and looking at the little paper with pretty handwriting.

You looked so cute, I couldn’t wake you. I’ll only be gone until noon. Please eat something? And drink water.

You exhale, touched by his thought, your nerves leaving a bit, and you peek at your phone, blinking in shock when you see what time it is.

“Shit, I slept that much?” You mumble to yourself, realizing it was well past eleven already.

You get dressed in your bikini and coverup, since you weren’t sure what you all were doing today, then call Maki on video chat. She answers quickly, and as soon as she sees you she gasps.

“Is that a hickey! Is that… several hickeys!?” You giggle, nodding and she freaks out. “Tell me, bitch!”

“I’m totally not a virgin.”

“Ah! How was it?”

“Fucking amazing. Ugh.” You set her down on your dresser, fixing up your hair in a ponytail.

“Details, details!”

“Okay… like he’s so amazing, Maki. His tongue is like… otherworldly, his fingers? Ugh. But his cock…"

“It’s big isn’t it!”

“It’s huge, Maki oof. I’m so sore!” She’s giggling, as are you, as you take her in the bathroom now, doing a little mascara and some moisteruizer. “Maki like I came so much…”

“Bitch now I’m jealous! Are you gonna do it again?”

“I totally did it twice.” You blush as she freaks. “I know, I know. I’d have gone again, but he’s so sweet, he didn’t wanna hurt me. I… have it bad for him, really bad. I almost said…”

“Oh shit, babe.” She covers her mouth, and you exhale, leaning on the bathroom counter and washing your hands.

“I know. I don’t wanna say, hey, I know we don’t know each other, but I’m falling for you? How psycho does that sound!”

“It’s not psycho, it’s how you feel.” You sigh, opening the door and then leaning back against it. “Just be honest.”

“I am gonna scare him away. I was so worried… when I woke up he wasn’t there, but he left me this cute note! Ugh, he’s so perfect.”

“You’re so cute, I’m so happy for you. And he's so hot!”

“He is so gorgeous...”

“Thanks, Princess. So are you.” You gasp, nearly dropping the phone, it’s bouncing between your hands as you try to catch it, as you see Suguru Geto casually leaned against the front door.

“Oh shit! Oh my god…”

“You drop me?”

“Maki, gosh. Um… gotta go? Love you.”

You end the call, covering your face in embarrassment. “Oh no, how much of that did you hear!?”

He smirks a bit, coming to walk to you now, looking stupidly handsome in his pinstripe suit and skinny black tie, his hair all put up today in some sleek bun. He’s barring you against the bathroom door, leaning down, towering over you, and you inhale that yummy scent of his, mouth watering, your eyes catching his, seductive glint in those cat eyes of his.

“I heard that I have a huge dick.”

You're bright red. “Well… you do.”

He laughs a bit, then sighs, caressing your face gently. “May have heard a few more things.”

Your eyelashes flutter, as you look down a bit. “I’m sorry, I wish I could keep my mouth shut-”

“Ah-ah. Look at me.” You do as he commands, eyes locking, and he’s serious for a moment, studying you. “Tell me what you said to your friend.”

“That I…” You tremble, sweaty hands sliding up his expensive suit jacket, pulling at the fabric gently. “It’ll scare you.”

“I’m not easily scared. Say it.” He kisses your forehead softly, sweetly, then your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth. You feel desire and strong, insane feelings mix, making you feel weak.

“I’m falling for you, Suguru.” You manage a whisper, and then he moans, picking you up in his arms, and smashing his lips on yours. You moan, eagerly gripping his shoulders, wrapping your legs around narrow hips, nearly naked in your bikini as he’s fully clothed in a damn three piece. “Sugu…”

“You’re so beautiful, Princess. I missed you.” He whispers the words, chocolate eyes locking on yours, and you whine, pathetic, gripping him tighter, smashing your lips hungrily for him.

“I missed you. I was so… worried…”

“I’m sorry.” He’s got you on the kitchen table now, yanking your head back by gripping your hair, kissing your lips brutally, your thighs close in on him, craving that friction. “I should have said I was leaving.”

“No, no, the note… cute… sweet…” You’re kissing on his neck, right near his starched collar, and he groans, pressing against you harder. “Sugu…”

“You looked too peaceful.” He’s kissing you more, as you yank on his tie, and he’s got your cover up shoved up, yanking your tits out, they bounce as they fall out of your top, bouncing in front of him, and he groans. “These perfect tits.”

“Please, please…” He moans, kissing down your breasts, gripping them in his big hands, you arch your back up, yanking his tie down for more of his touch.

“Please what, Princess? Use your words for me.” He orders, silken voice shooting more desire through your body, wanting more of him, on top of you, inside of you.

You gulp, licking your lips. “Please make love to me, Sugu.” At that he nearly growls, yanking down your bottoms in one fell swoop, baring your swollen little pussy to the cool air in the suite, and to his hungry gaze. “Oh, please.”

“Anything for you, love.” He whispers, then he’s kissing down your tummy, making it tremble, as his hand slides down and cups you between your plush thighs. “This wet, from hardly anything? So needy for me?”

You nod, eagerly, and it turns him on more, his cheeks flushed, eyes getting lidded, as he slides a finger in, making you gasp, as he pushes past that tight little ring of muscles and hits that spot that makes you see stars. He presses, arching that long finger, kissing further and spreading your thighs wide.

“Keep telling me what you want, Princess.” He kisses up your soft inner thigh, tickling you and making you even wetter, as you throb in need for his touch.

“Lick me, please, Suguru.” He moans, breath hot on your cunt, and you lean back against the table on your elbows, as he slips his tongue up, in a long stripe up your slit, soft brown eyes staring up as he does it again. “Ah!”

“Taste so sweet for me.” He whispers, breath tickling your clit that he exposes, pulling apart your lips, then he flicks his talented tongue right on it, circling it, fucking torturous little circles. You’re panting, as desire and pleasure rock every inch of your body, whines coming out from the back of your throat.

“S’good… Sugu! Unh…” He’s continuing those slow strokes, all while looking at you, and then he slides a finger back inside, and the combination of both gets you high so fast it’s ridiculous.

“Soak my face, Princess, please.” He whispers those words, and you fall apart, right on his gorgeous face as he buries it back against you, sucking your tiny clit into his mouth and flicking over and over.

“Cumming! Right there, right there!” Your thighs close slightly, from all the intense pleasure, but he’s relentless, humming on your clit now, until you’re gushing all over his mouth, orgasm bursting through you. He’s drinking you up, kissing your tummy again, sliding up, and you’re so weak from it, you struggle to pull his tie, smashing his lips down on yours.

Your lips devour each other, as you hastily reach down for his belt buckle, unsnapping it and freeing his huge, pretty cock, which bounces out, smacking him where his dress shirt is. You yank that up to, revealing at least a part of his tanned, toned stomach, running your fingers down until you get his length, hot and hard in your grip.

Your eyes lock, as you watch the desire mirror in those eyes, as his hands now grab your waist, gripping tight, then picking you up in his arms. You gasp, and then he’s carrying you to the bed, making you giggle, kissing down his neck, inhaling his scent and snuggling.

“That table would hurt your back.” He explains, and you just hum happily at how sweet he is, lips kissing his neck again, as your back now hit’s the soft bed, and he’s back on top of you, still in that damn suit. You eagerly slide off his jacket, making him smirk charmingly. “Need me naked so bad?”

“Mmm, yes, I do. But, the suit… It's hot too.” You say with blushing cheeks, he laughs a bit, helping you, as your shaky hands unbutton his dress shirt, eyes drinking in his chiseled body as it’s bared to you. “Your body… it’s so gorgeous.”

You kiss down his chest, little hot pecks of open lips, feeling him tense around you, his grip tightening, then he’s got your legs around him, at your entrance, groaning at the sensation. You arch your ass up, as he’s teasing it, stroking up and down, all while he’s kissing you again, drinking your cries, and your hands move from his chest down to his hips, urging him.

“Need you. Now.” He says gruffly, and you nod, eagerly, gasping when he swiftly thrusts his cock deep, so deep in you, at once.

You tense at it, at how full it makes you feel, at all the pressure, and he stays there a moment, allowing you to adjust, his brows drawn low, as he moans at the sensation.

“You feel so good, so tight, so hot…” He’s murmuring the words as he stays there, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, and your legs tremble around his hips, as it starts to feel so amazing, that pressure. “You okay love?”

“I’m good. So good, Sugu.” You lean up, arching your back, and he groans at what the angle does.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod, eagerly, as he slides out, then fully back in, again and again, and you cling to his shoulders under his open dress shirt, feeling the muscles flex as he fucks into you.

“Ah, Sugu! Mnh!” You cry out, as he begins pounding his cock into you, sounds of skin slapping against skin, as his hips snap into you.

He moans, the sounds urging you on, leaning up to look at you, to brush back your hair, as your blown out eyes glazed with lust stare back at him. He studies you with parted lips and lidded eyes as he shoves in deep then, against your cervix, watching as the orgasm builds, and you cling to him, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me.” He orders, and you struggle, as the pace picks up, as he fucks you deeper, faster, and you just helplessly cling to him. “Now, Princess.”

You open your eyes, focusing on his pretty face over you, as he’s wrecking your insides so deliciously you can’t take it. “Sugu… cumming!”

“So soon?” He teases you, and you pout, nodding, making Sugu groan, sliding out then fully back in, the sound of your greedy cunt sucking him in mixing with your breathy cries.

“S’good is why, Sugu. Unh!” You scream out when he pushes up, and then your stomach sucks in and tenses as that orgasm smashes your body, and he groans as your pulse around him, gushing.

“Fuck Princess…” He grips you tightly, pausing and feeling your walls tighten around his thick length, his lips part and he’s exhaling. “You’re so tight after… fuck I can’t handle it.”

He’s struggling to move, tense over you, as his strokes get slower, hips rocking up, slowly fucking you through your orgasm and into another. You can hardly see, his face blurring with the tears of pleasure in your eyes. You blink them away, rolling your hips up to meet him, and his sounds just urge you on, until you feel him thickening deep inside your cunt.

“Suguru!” You cry out, clutching tight, and he’s got your mouth back in his possession, overtaking all of your senses, cock pounding your pussy harder now, so hard the bed creaks each time. “Sugu! Sugu!”

“Cum again for me, Princess- ah- please. For me.” He mumbles the words now, brow furrowing, one hand sliding up to your arms then, grabbing them by the wrists and pinning them above your head. “Be a good girl for me. Now.”

“Y-yes, Sugu. Yes…” You do exactly as he says, back arching up as you cum so hard you’re clamping down on his cock, and he’s hissing at it, strong hand squeezing both of your tiny wrists tightly.

“So beautiful, cumming all over my cock.” His husky voice makes it all too much, his jerky rhythm bruising your cervix.

“Cum in me, please please. Please cum in me.” You beg outright, in a little whine, looking up and watching his flushed cheeks, his eyes shutting for a moment, as he starts pulsing inside you.

“Want all this cum, do you?” He huffs the words out, and you nod, gripping his hips tight, urging him on.

“Fill me up, please.” He curses, pressing his weight on you, his free hand yanking your thigh up, pressing even deeper, so deep it hurts. Hurts so good.

“Fill you up, huh. Can you even take it all?” His lips are a breath away, noses touching, so close to cumming again your eyes cross, and you just nod, eager, and he starts pumping now, hot, white ropes of his cum inside you.

“Sugu!” You scream out, as his hot cum keeps pumping, so fucking much, that it pushes you over the brink, and you cum again, shoving his cum out around that thick length, as he pushes more of it back in with his thrusts. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” He mutters at the same time, easing his grip on your wrists and slamming his lips back on yours, while you’re twitching with aftershocks. He eases back a bit, smiling down at you. “You missed me huh.”

“I missed you, alot. The whole hour I was up.” You giggle, and he grins down at you, easing out, and his cum and yours is just pouring out.

“Slept in so much, huh?” You nod, then push him on his back, your hair falling long like a curtain over your face, sliding against his chest. “Mmm, what are you up to, bratty girl?”

“Gonna clean up this mess.” He grips you tight, groaning.

“You’re so hot.” You giggle, kissing down his chest, down his perfectly flat toned stomach, until you get to the sticky mess you’d made his thick cock, still hard. You brace your arms on either side of him, and his hands go in your hair, gripping. “Will you do a good job, Princess?”

You lick the tip of him, swollen still, dripping out sticky white remnants of more cum, and you swipe your tongue up it slowly, feeling his thighs tense under you, and his lips part, desire in his gaze. “I’ll do a good job, Sir.”

“Fuck… still don’t know where you came from.” You giggle, sliding your mouth up and down him, tasting both of you, then you feel him hardening. You blink, and he just smirks.

“Again? So… soon?”

He grabs your hips, sliding you up him, until your slick cunt is on his length, and you flush a bit. “Wanna ride me, Princess?”

“I… what if I… suck? And disappoint you.” He shakes his head, grabbing your face gently, looking into your eyes and making your heart flutter.

“You could never disappoint me, love. Ever.” You exhale, feeling emotions hit, at how much you…

Love him.

How perfect he is.

How good you feel.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you make me.” You whisper, as he sits up, your legs on either side of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You do that just existing.”

“Suguru...” You’re crying. Again.

He kisses you, knowing you already, that this is how you are. You cry.

“Happy tears?” He asks, and you nod.

How does someone you just met get you better than anyone?

“So happy. I wanna do a good job, Sir. Teach me?” You bat your lashes with a pout, and he sighs, laughing softly.

“Those puppy dog eyes get me. Every time. Make me wanna spoil you.” He lifts your hips, and then he looks down, watching his cock dissapear inch by inch, as you sit down on it. “Look at that, you taking me so well.”

“Sugu!” You barely hold it together when you’ve sunk all the way down his cock now, feeling him in you, where you’re sore and aching, nearly burning your skin with the stretch. But its so delicious. “How - move- huh?”

He snorts in laughter. “You can’t talk love, huh?”

You glare a bit. “No. Can’t. Move. Talk.” He grins, but then hisses when you clamp down around his cock, moaning and gripping you tight around your little waist with his big hands.

“You little brat. Can’t talk so you torture me with this tight cunt.” You giggle, but then when he picks you up and slams you down, the giggle stops in your throat, replaced by a whine. “Had something to- ha- say?”

“F-fuckk! Sugu…” Is all you manage, as he slams you down again, and you’re soaking his cock, his thighs, everything, gushing around him.

“Can’t move, love, need me to use you?” You nod, eagerly, struggling to adjust to the deeper position, wiggling and making him hit that spot so deep in you.

“Can you use me, please? Please. Want you to.” You’re mumbling, then he’s leaned back some, lifting you up high and fucking into you from the bottom. Your tits are bouncing right in front of his face as the silent room fills with slaps of skin and your squelching wentess.

“Use you like my pretty toy?” You nod, his words, his cock, his grip, his eyes… it all was too much. The maddening, brutal pace of his cock as you hang on helplessly, while he just holds you like you’re nothing, it’s too much.

“C-cumming s’good, too good, Sugu- mmm!” Your head lolls to the side, as your mouth is just wide open in an O, eyes rolling back involuntarily while he fucks into you so hard it makes you cum then and there. You tremble as it rocks you, as you’re so weak you can’t hold yourself at all.

“Can’t even hold yourself up, Princess? Can’t use you like this then.” He eases you off him, and you whine, pathetic, until he’s got you on your back now, pressing your thighs all the way up.

“Use me till you cum, Sugu. Please.” You beg for it, for what you really don’t know yet, but you know you want it. He nearly growls, big hands shoving your thighs against your breasts.

“Use you just to cum in? That what you want, Princess?” You nod, and he shoves in, way too deep like that, your ass arches, wiggling, and he’s hissing as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. “You feel too fucking perfect.”

“Then cum in me. In my pussy, please. It’s yours.” He groans, gripping your thighs tight as he fucks into you, stretching your tightening alls out with each thrust.

“This perfect little cunt is all mine?” You nod, and he falls apart with you then, leaning forward, holding your face in his hands. “Then I’ll fill it up, so much, constantly full of me.”

His words are darker, desperate, and it urges you, as you nod, eagerly. “Then do it, Sugu, do it.”

He starts cumming then, shoving in deeper than last time at this position, and your breaths come out in pants as he pushes you over the edge, filling you with even more of his cum, pumping so much it’s so hot inside you. He’s kissing you, smashing your thighs against you, folding you up under him, and you’re already pushing his cum out from just your orgasm.

“Jesus christ. Why are you perfect?” He demands, through gritted teeth, you open your mouth and he stops you. “Don’t say you’re not. Gonna tie you up and teach you a lesson.”

“That sounds fun.” You say breathlessly, and he chuckles, easing out of you, and letting your thighs fall.

“You’re wasting all this cum now.” You tense, then cry out when he shoves it back inside you with two fingers.

“Sugu, fuck!”

“Need you to take it all.” You nod then, as he watches you, shoving those fingers back in your oversensitive cunt, making your wriggle at the sensation.

“Sensitive. Sensitive.”

“I like you that way, Princess.” He cooes, rubbing his free hand down your face gently, like the other wasn’t pushing cum back in you. “You’re so messy for me, aren’t you Princess?”

“Messy. Messy.” You’re about to scream then, and he eases back, shoving his two fingers in your mouth, you greedily suck them, swirling your tongue around the thick digits, pulling out with a pop. “Suguru…”

“Yes, Princess?” He’s pulling you onto your side, kissing you softly, like he hadn’t just wrecked you. The duality of him was intoxicating.

“I meant it. What I said to Maki.” He pauses, and you bite your lower lip, he frees it from the grip of your teeth. “I am falling for you.”

“Guess what, love?” He asks, helping you sit up, and you tense, looking into his eyes nervously.

“What, Sugu?”

“I’m falling too.”

You pause, your heart faltering, your mouth open. He is just sitting there, staring at you, and you wonder, could this be real? Could it…

“You are!?”

“You sound surprised. Of course I am.”

Your tears hit your eyes, and you tremble in his hold, clinging to his broad shoulders as tears fall. “Oh, Sugu, I’m so happy. So happy.”

You both kiss, and kiss, all over each other's lips, cheeks, necks, foreheads, just little pecks, then more intimate, deeper. Until you can feel his hardness on your thigh, and he laughs as you tense.

“It’s a reaction to you. I’m not going again, you gotta be sore.”

“She’ll be okay. She can do it.” He laughs again, and you look up into his eyes, yours watery, as every inch of your body feels so well loved, even your heart, your mind. “Feel like I'm dreaming.”

“I know the feeling.” He holds you to him, and you all stay there, in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “I wasn’t gonna say it yet.”

“Me either! It’s… crazy right? We’re crazy?”

“We’re crazy.”

“Oooh, Sugu, why don’t you come swim in the ocean with me today? You haven’t yet, you know.”

“You just want me to fuck you on the beach.”

“Hey!” But the thought?

“Knew it.”

You giggle, shaking your head as he helps you up on wobbly legs, stabilizing your body with his sure hands. When one comes to your tummy as you all stand together, you whimper. He sighs, turning you so that you can see yourself in the mirror on the wall, with him behind you, long fingers splaying your abdomen.

“Huh.” He says curiously, and you tilt your head.

“Huh what?”

“You’d be so hot pregnant.” You turn bright red then, thighs clutching together as the mere way he said that got you stupidly horny.

“I… what!?”

“Mmhmm. You would be.” He kisses down your head, leaning forward, whispering in your ear. “All round with me. Maybe twins.”

“Sugu you’re… more crazy than me.” You giggle breathlessly, moaning with the pressure on your tummy. “Is this kinky talk?”

He laughs, grinning that pretty white grin in the mirror. “It most certainly is, but the thought of you pregnant? With twins? Umph…”

He’s hard against your back.

“Oh… it is kinky.”

“You’re so cute.” You whine a bit, when his hand stays there, and crazy images hit your mind.

“You wanna put a baby in me, Sugu?” He groans, gripping you tight, so tight you thought you’d bruise, but fuck you want it.

"You're going to be the death of me.” His words are muffled.

You swallow, feeling a blush creep up your neck, arching your ass back so you could tease him more. "What do you mean?"

He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Every little sound you make, every little movement, it all drives me wild."

You can't help but giggle, feeling a thrill at his words. "I know the feeling. You could fill me up more, you know.”

“Oh, I will, princess. Bet it’s sliding down these thighs hmm?” He reaches two fingers down, you’re dripping with his sticky white cum, and you’re soaked again, at the thought of him pumping more cum in you. He hisses. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“When am I not with you?”

He tilts your head to the side, devouring your lips, and you fall into it, until he eases back, inhaling. “We’ll never leave this suite if we don’t stop. Oh… Princess, you got snorkel gear?”

“I did bring some. I haven’t done it before!”

“I’ll teach you. Come on, let’s cool down before you get pregnant.” You giggle at his bluntness, but his words thrill you.

***

“You look so adorable.” Suguru secures your glittery pink mask, and you flop around on the giant flippers, feeling stupid.

“They only had kid stuff when I shopped.”

He grins. “Lucky you’re small. Hey, nothing wrong with Barbie.”

“Hush!”

Suguru has red swim trunks and an open red kimono, his toned body and tanned skin making you drool damn near. He seems to be eating up the sight of you in kids snorkel gear in amusement, but when his hands come to hold your waist, the amusement fades, to lust.

Every time he touches you it’s like you light up.

Shaking yourselves off, you both head out to the crystal blue waters, as Suguru guides you how to properly use the gear. You both begin to swim, down the coast line, and fish of all sizes flit past you all, their scales glittering from the sun reflecting brightly in the water. Suguru swims slowly next to you, though he was clearly a talented swimmer, he took his time for you.

Suguru points out a giant crab, then a school of marlin, huge, which freak you out a bit at first as they whoosh past you all, then you’re giggling, and have to come up for air. You sputter a bit, slipping the mask off, and Suguru is there with you, taking his off and shaking his head, sprinkling water all over.

“How ya doing Princess?” He asks softly, and you sigh, snuggling into his embrace as he holds his arms out.

“So good. It’s so peaceful.” He holds you, as the water waves all around your bodies, gently rocking you both.

“It is, isn’t it. Peaceful. With you.” His voice gets low, and you look up at him, tummy doing flips, not just butterflies, they were like violent moths. Your hands slide up to his face, brushing against where the goggles had dug in.

“I kinda never wanna go back.” He smiles, a little sadly.

“Because the real world?”

“Yeah, what happens to us? With work and friends, life, family… shit, probably drama too, on my end. Is my pussy good enough to deal with my psycho ex?”

He rolls his eyes. “Your pussy is good enough for that, yes. But… What has you so worried? You think he’ll try something?”

“The way he talked… was like it wasn’t over yet. His torture.” You shiver a bit, sighing. “I don’t want him in my life. But… he knows everything about me. Who’s to say he won’t come and try to break me again.”

He cups your face now, his pretty brown eyes glittering with the sun, like molten pools of honey. You drown in them, nearly forgetting your worries. “You think I’d let him touch you?”

His words, so possessive, make you ache. “I wouldn’t put that on you.”

“Regardless of where this goes, I damn sure won’t let such filth around you, ever again. Understood?” You nod, and you feel them, your tears. “You know, you look beautiful crying, right?”

“Is that kinky, Sugu?”

He grins. “It could be kinky. You cry so much though. I wonder if…” He trails off a bit then.

“Wonder what Sugu?”

He sighs, backing away a bit. “I guess I wonder if in time, you’d cry less. With me by your side.”

“Oh, Sugu…” You wrap your arms around him, kissing him, awkwardly bumping your gear on your heads, and he chuckles, pulling you flush against him. “I cry with you because I’m so happy.”

“Are you just emotional altogether?”

“A crybaby, say it.”

“I wasn’t gonna!”

“Uh huh.” You both look around then, and you realize how far you all had swam out, people are just little dots now. “Oh wow.”

“Let’s swim back, Princess.” You nod, and you all are soon back down under the water, the sun shimmering on your backs, heating it, as the cool water brushed against your front, your chest, your legs. Suguru holds one hand as you all swim down, following the trail back.

Worries of your past fade more and more.

***

“You need a yukata.” Suguru says to you later on, as you all are walking down the boardwalk, side by side, hands brushing together. He was going to get a kimono, and you all were peering until you found a proper shop for one.

“Oh, I’ve never worn one!”

“What!? You need one. Come on.” He takes you further, and you follow, a little confused but curious, until you all come upon a little shop with plenty of yukatas and kimonos.

“These are so pretty…” You murmur, touching the thick, satin material with care, and Suguru comes over to you, eyeing the one you’re touching.

“That would look beautiful on you.” His voice is soft, his hard body coming against yours, you tense a bit, feeling flustered. “Try it on.”

You end up looking in the mirror, and the gorgeous Yukata, sitting over your body, which you were only wearing a lacy pair of red panties and a lacy red bra. The yukata sat untied. You honestly… didn’t know how to tie it? It’s the prettiest pink with red flowers all over, popping off your skin, and it was so pretty you couldn’t think you could even wear such a thing.

“Need help, love?” Suguru’s teasing voice came, and you giggle, opening the curtain and inclining your head.

“Please, I can’t figure it out.” He comes in behind you, then gulps, lips parting as he looks down your body. Your breasts heave under the attention.

“You’re so sexy. I can’t think.” You flush at the praise, taking his hands in your own.

“Thank you Sugu. But I really can’t figure this out.”

“Yeah, yeah… come here.” He comes and expertly ties the Yukata up, then places the wrap on your waist carefully, stepping back and whistling softly. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you… I…”

“No, look at you.” He turns you, to where your ass is against his hard body, enwrapped in silk, and you see yourself, glowing and sunkissed in his arms. You tremble as his hands run down your waist, pressing his fingers in. “Look how beautiful.”

You do look beautiful.

“Oh, thank you Suguru. I feel beautiful.” You blink back tears, and he leans close, holding you tightly.

“You always will around me.” He kisses up your face, then down, to your exposed neck, groaning softly. “Wanna fuck you right here.”

“Oh! I…” He laughs, as you’re blushing. “You’re teasing me.”

“Nope, totally would. Would you please let me buy this for you?”

You go to say you would buy it, but then you sigh. “Of course you can, I would love it so much. Can I buy you a Kimono though?”

“No, I’ll buy both.” You pout, making him laugh. “They’re expensive.”

“I don’t mind. I have a successful business and no one to spoil.”

“Oh so you’d spoil me?”

“Sure would.” He picks you up, twirling you around, then easing you back to the floor, smiling deviously at you.

“I think I’ll spoil you. And you’ll accept, like a good girl.” Those words shoot right between your thighs, and he notices, notices your flush, your tightening thighs.

“Unfair.” You bite out, he just grins, and then you all go search for Suguru’s Kimono. And no, you don’t get to pay.

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Once it’s night, both of you decide to go to one of the beach restaurants, where there are dancers and even a fire show, all as the sweet breeze blows, and the sky turns pretty pinks and purples. Suguru was in the Kimono you had picked out for him, black with a green and gold belt, flowing around him, and fuck if he didn’t look gorgeous in it.

His hair falls soft, half clipped back, the bottom half flowing, silky and shimmering in the evening. He looks so gorgeous it’s hard to function, actually.

You can’t keep your eyes off him.

You in that pretty pink yukata, snug against the curves of your body, with those soft red flowers? Heavenly. And now, one of the ladies puts a matching little red flower over your ear in your soft, flowing hair that's blowing gently in the wind. When your eyes glitter, smiling that little smile of yours at him, it makes his stomach tighten, as he thinks of just how much he loves that.

How you look at him.

How’d he gone without that in his life?

You’re so gorgeous he can’t take his eyes off you.

“You look so handsome, Suguru.” You run your fingertips down the soft material, and he exhales, touching your face gently.

“And you look beautiful, Princess.”

You brighten up at that.

“Not denying it? Know how happy I am tonight?”

“I’m working on it. Because of you.” You lean against him, and one of the ladies comes to take you all to your table. A waitress comes, and smiles at the two of you, seated side by side.

“What a beautiful couple.” She says, and you nearly jump, giddy with excitement at the thought, and you tensely look at Geto. What would he say?

Was he ready for that?

“Thank you. We’re having a great time here.” He pulls you to his side, kissing your cheek, and you blush bright red.

“So cute together!” Comes another waitress, and you nervously cover your face, waiting for Suguru to say no, we’re not together.

Because how could he…

Wait.

Stop that.

He clearly wants you.

You shake off dead voices, echoes of your past, and smile now. “Thank you ladies, that’s so sweet.” You say, then look to Suguru, who’s brimming with pride as he gazes at you.

When they leave you to check the menu, he hums to himself, running fingers down your back over that satin, giving you goosebumps. “So, are we?”

“Are we… what?”

Suguru peeks up at you. “Together? Dating?”

“Are you asking me out, Sugu?” He smirks, looking up and down at you, his hand now firm on your hip.

“Maybe I am. What would the answer be, Princess?”

“The answer would be fuck yes.” He laughs a bit at you. You all order drinks, clinking them together. You notice he opted for a fruity rainbow drink like you.

“What? Yours was so good.”

“I love a man that’s not afraid to drink a rainbow drink.”

“So bratty!”

You all sip your drinks, sitting together, you lean on him, as he holds you so gently. “Sugu, are you my boyfriend then?”

He kisses your lips, and you taste that fruity drink, mixed with Suguru’s minty breath, god it was always so fresh, how? And he rests his forehead on yours. “Are you my girlfriend, Princess?”

“I sure wanna be.” He exhales, running his fingertips down the side of your face ever so softly.

“I haven’t dated in a long time.”

“I dated a sadistic asshole last, so.”

You both grin at that. “You gonna make me ask so officially?”

“Yes please.”

He rolls his eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend, Princess? On this island and back home?”

“I will, Sugu. Oh my… Of course.” You kiss him, eagerly, over and over, as if no one else was around, it was just you two.

“Hey, that means you gotta let me pay for everything.”

“What, no!”

“That’s my rules.”

“Oh… I’ll split things?”

“Nope. I pay.”

You roll your eyes now, and he’s just grinning. “If you don’t wanna be called daddy you can’t spoil me.”

“You’re so bratty right now.” You just stick your tongue out, making him chuckle, as you all begin to get your appetizers. “I’ll let you call me it in bed, only, if you let me buy you things.”

“Deal!”

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“Daddy!” You’re screaming out an hour later, as he has you tied up to the bed posts with one of his silky black ties, as he's behind you, licking up your pussy, spread wide in front of his face.

“You taste so good for me, Princess.” His chin shoves against your cit, tickling it with his stubble, tongue sliding inside your little hole, slurping up the wetness loudly, making you start to throb again in need for him.

“Mmmnh!” You're reduced to sounds, as he’s leaning up, fingering you now, two fingers knuckles deep, shoving past your little gummy walls and hitting that spot, the one he always hits. It makes you fade out, cum pouring out of your slippery cunt, soaking his hand.

“Good girl, Princess, keep cumming for me.” You fall apart for that, crying out his name over and over, as he whispers yours, gushing ridiculous amounts of liquid as he gets you to cum again. “So wet, soaking the bed, love.”

“Mnh, Sugu, need your cock, please.” He groans at that, gripping your hips then, and your phone rings. You ignore it, as he slides that thick cock in, stretching you out for the third time today. Every stretch makes you ache more and more, you tighten around him as he slams into you balls deep, bottoming out in you. You scream out, and he pulls your hair.

“Feel so good-” your phone rings again, and Geto tenses behind you. “It's blocked number.”

“Don't care, just fuck me Sugu, fuck me please.” He moans, pulling at your hair again, making your ass arch, then it rings again. You curse. “Break the phone, need your dick.”

“Nah… Again?” He presses answer, and you gasp, as he leans forward and puts it on speaker. “Answer them love.”

“Umm… hello?” You manage to breathe out, as Suguru's thick cock slides out, shoving back in, you bite your lip not to moan out loud.

“Really, blocked my number sweetheart? Has your ‘amazing guy’ got sick of you yet? You know he will.” At that you falter, tensing, and you tremble on your knees. Suguru tenses behind you, gripping your hips so hard you thought they'd bruise.

“Sure not getting tired, her pussy is perfect you know.” Suguru starts to speak, and Mahito flips. “Fuck, and the view of this nice big ass? So good.”

You giggle then, and he shoves his cock so deep you cry out, leaving Mahito furious over the phone. “So you're getting fucked like a whore?”

“I'm getting fucked by a huge cock. Mmm! You just gonna listen Mahito?” Suguru laughs behind you, and you laugh too, but then cry out as he picks up the pace, fucking into you, and you knew Mahito could hear everything.

“When he throws you out, I'll be ready, and if you're lucky I'll fuck you.” Suguru leans over you, picking the phone up then, and you look back at his face furious.

“You'll never touch her. Pussy belongs to me now.” You pulse around him and he moans. “And fuck if it's not a perfect little pussy too.”

“You're the one making her so feisty, huh? Give it time. Sweetheart don't forget I've known you forever and I know how pathetic you are. Once he gets tired of that virgin pussy he'll see-”

“Fucked her -ha- five times already? Going for six after this. And she's not pathetic, you are. Can't wait to fucking meet you face to face.” His words are dark as he gives you insane backshots, bruising that cervix.

“I… you…” Suguru puts the phone up to your face and shoves his cock in deep.

“Cum loud so he can hear you, Princess.” You scream out then, shaking with your orgasm, and then the line goes dead, and you tremble, looking back at Suguru, who's grinning. “Bet he doesn't call back.”

“I love you, ugh.” You whisper as he fucks into you, again and again, so quiet you don't think he heard you, thankfully.

“What… a piece of trash… wanna beat his face in.” Suguru is grunting, and you're moaning, ass arching up for more of his thrusts. “How… dare he… you're so… perfect…”

“Sugu!” You're sobbing now, and he pauses.

“Did I hurt you Princess?”

“No I just… that was… so sweet of you.”

“Fucking you on the phone with you ex?” You giggle through tears, nodding, then he comes to untie your wrists, pressing you on your tummy, tilting your face as his weight presses on you. “I'll never let him touch you again.”

“Love you, Sugu. Love you.” He pauses at that, then moans, sliding his cock back in, kissing you passionately, tongues wild, teeth hitting, lips pressing.

“Princess…” You shush him, pressing your ass up for more, as his big arm wraps your waist.

“Don't have to answer yet, s'okay Sugu.” He kisses you again, fucking deeper, pressed so intimately over you. His hand reaches up and entwine's in yours, as he pulls back, breath right on your lips. “Thank you for it, thank you! Thank! Ah!”

“Anything… for you… Princess, Mmm!” You're throbbing around his cock, as he thickens inside you, deep inside, and then he's moaning, as you do. “You're mine, Princess. Mine.”

“Yours Sugu, belongs to you.” He falls apart above you, you hear his breathy moan, gripping you tight.

“Cum with me, love, wanna feel you. Please.” You do as he says, needing no urging, and then you're cumming together, him moaning his release in the crook of your neck, filling you with his hot cum, and you're gushing around him. “Perfect, perfect Princess.”

You struggle to both catch your breath, then Suguru eases out of you, lifting his body off and sighing, coming to lay next to you. His pupils are dilated, eyes blown out, like you, messy hair like you, reddened lips, like you. Both of you were dazed and confused messes.

“It just keeps getting better. I'm so addicted to you Sugu.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, kissing your forehead sweetly, sighing.

“I'm addicted to you, Princess. Everything about you. Um…” He brushes your hair back gently. “What you said…��

“Ignore it please. Shouldn't have so soon.” He frowns at that.

“Did you not mean it? Was it just… sex talk?”

“No. Meant it.” You bury your face against his chest. “But don't wanna ruin this.”

“Honey you won't ruin anything. Promise. I just…”

“It's okay Sugu really.”

Suguru is terrified. Because nothing has ever felt so good as you uttering those words from your pretty lips. Hearing that made his heart stop. He is overwhelmed, because he wants to say it back, but is it too soon? If things don't work out, would that hurt you more? He aches to let go but for now…

He needs some courage apparently. Imagine him, and the only person to ever scare him is a five foot nothing girl who cries all the time? You alone bring him to his knees and make him want to do anything, anything for you. Including deal with that trash that…

“Thank you again though, Sugu. I imagine that made him so fucking mad.” He blinks, shaking out of his reverie to look at you, with your puffy lips and tear streaked, pretty little face.

“I'll do anything for you, Princess.” You blink a fresh set of tears on those spiky lashes, God you're beautiful.

“It meant so much you standing up for me.” You snuggle against him, the ghost of your serious confession in the air. He doesn't push you, or bring it up thankfully, you had been so worried…

“I am falling for you, Princess. I've never felt like this.” Your heart melts at that, as he kisses you so gently, your lips meld into his. “Don't be embarrassed it just may take me… a little-”

“You're fine, Sugu, promise!” He trails little kisses down your cheeks, sticky with your dried tears.

“Let's go shower, pretty. Then get some rest. I think I have a plan for tomorrow.”

“Can't believe we'll leave soon!” He helps you up, bringing you to the bathroom then and starting the shower.

“I know. I've gotten used to waking up with you already.” You flush happily, and as he pulls you into the spray of the hot water, you feel so content, even if…

You'd just blurted the love bomb on him.

And came with your ex on the phone.

Tonight? Wild.

Best night ever.

Chapter 7

Ao3 chap

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/146639161

[katyawriteswhump]

driving me crazy (day 1 steddie holiday drabbles/whumpcember)

for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 1 prompt 'snowfall' & @whumpcember day 1 prompt 'broken bones'.

WC: 991 Rating: T CW: prescription drug use, and slight accidental abuse of prescription drugs. Tags: No Upside-Down au, idiots to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, snuggles, minor angst, seasonal rather than xmassy. Summary: When Steve breaks his arm, Dustin persuades Eddie to give him rides to work. Eddie does not expect his icy jock-despising heart to be melted.

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Eddie pulled up where Steve waited on the sidewalk, his arm swaddled in a cast and sling. Steve’s face was ashen as the skies, which spewed out the first snowfall of the season.

“Get in,” yelled Eddie, rolling down the van window.

Steve obeyed, bringing with him an icy gust. “Thanks, man. I appreciate—"

Eddie pumped up the stereo to max and accelerated off, wheels skidding in the slush.

He was helping Steve because Dustin had begged. Steve, obviously, couldn’t drive and his work-shifts at the amusement arcade were similar to Eddie’s at a bar farther up the road. Eddie would’ve refused anyhow, till he learned how Steve got hurt—confronting nasty-ass bullies who’d been hassling the out-and-proud ‘freaks’ at the arcade. Son-of-a-bitch was treading on Eddie’s turf!

“He didn’t actually lose the fight,” Dustin said. “He slipped on ice while winding up for the crit-hit.”

“It’s Harrington,” protested Eddie. “Doesn’t he have dickwad friends to drive him?”

Dustin sneered, like this was the dumbest suggestion ever. “None of us are old enough to have a licence.”

Now, Eddie peeped sidelong, wary. Steve boogied along to Aerosmith in an eerie foreshadowing of a ‘dad-dance,’ fingers drumming the dashboard.

“Cool track,” shouted Steve.

Eddie’s teeth grinded. Ugh, Harrington wanted to chat? Eddie turned down the volume eventually, because Steve’s voice was scratchy, and… he wasn’t the worst company. Eddie could genuinely believe this guy—despite his bitchiness about denim vests—might defend geeks from a cohort of a-hole jocks he used to belong to. On the ride home, Eddie found himself glancing in the rearview mirror to watch Steve giggling at his dumbass jokes. In fact, they might’ve crashed into a snowdrift, if Steve hadn’t shouted then one-handedly grabbed the wheel.

They’d been riding together a week, when Dustin called asking Eddie to fetch Steve home early. Eddie now drove Steve regularly, even when their shifts didn’t coincide. Steve tumbled into the van wearing pink earmuffs and cackling his damp-flattened hair off. Apparently, Steve had accidentally taken a double-dose of pain meds, though not enough to be in danger. Eddie didn’t ask where the earmuffs came from, silently conceding they looked cute.

Oh. Fuck.

At Steve’s condo, Eddie helped him up the stairs, studiously avoiding clasping Steve’s butt. Shame he couldn’t ogle that in the rearview mirror. Steve groped Eddie’s ass shamelessly, which was forgiven in the circumstances. He fumbled so long to find his key that Eddie almost jimmied the lock.

“Wanna stay for a beer?” asked Steve, half-tripping through the door.

“I’m driving, dude.” Eddie grabbed and steadied Steve, who slammed him with huge puppy-dog eyes, which Eddie managed to ignore. He was absorbing the mouldy walls, the frost on the fucking inside of Steve’s windows. He’d known Steve had struggled since his parents threw him out. He’d not expected this:

“Jesus, Harrington, no heater?”

“No need. I usually get toasty in my hot-tub.” Steve snorted, rolled his eyes. “It’s broken, mom.”

Eddie almost dragged him home to the trailer. Instead, he failed to fix the heater then figured he’d have that beer. Steve, mega-keen to fetch it, stumbled beside his understocked fridge, then collided face-first into Eddie.

Again.

“Ow!” Steve shifted the pressure off his cast. Eddie grunted at the strain of having dead-weight Steve in his arms. Meanwhile, Steve’s glazed eyes focussed into lasers that seemed to pierce to Eddie’s soul:

“Thanks,” mumbled Steve, as warmth blossomed between their tightly-pressed bodies. “Honestly never thought you’d help after… y’know… High School… stuff. I couldn’t have got by without you and… um… I like you?”

Steve’s teeth pinched his lower lip. Eddie mirrored him, found himself dying to kiss him, while staggering disbelievingly over the words formulating in his head:

Disturbingly, I like you too.

“You feel that?” Steve exploded into fresh giggles, destroying the moment. “Electricity, Munson. Pffffzz!”

Riiiight. He’s high as a Guns ‘n’ Roses gig. 

They collapsed onto the fold-out bed, huddling beneath a blanket and arguing over what movies they’d watch right now, if they could afford VHS players. In the morning, Eddie awoke spooning Steve. The frost inside the window was patterned like snowflakes. He smiled into Steve’s hair, despite the fact his nose and toes were kinda numb.

This time, Steve’s groan shattered the moment. “Uuuuugh, sorry ’bout yesterday. Jesus, hope I’ve still got a job. Only got hired for being the sole applicant.”

“You’ll be fine.” Even Keith admitted Steve endured the kids and noise in the arcade valiantly and was injured in the line of duty—as a kickass babysitter and bouncer. Besides, if Steve was fired, Eddie would make Keith pay.

Eddie borrowed tools from Wayne, and they fixed the heater together. Things remained awkward-ish for a day or so, before normal car-share buddying resumed. They exchanged some loaded glances, but Harrington was still Harrington. If he was into Eddie, he’d make his move, give some kinda sign.

Then Dustin dropped his latest bombshell. “It’s cool you’re still giving Steve a ride. I mean, since he’s had his cast removed.”

Huh?

Next day, Eddie asked, casually, while driving, “You still need that sling, Steve?”

Steve blushed cherry-red and came clean. He’d sold his car last week, because he was behind on rent. He’d pay Eddie for gas and more, if Eddie could keep driving him.

“I guess I lied, sorry, though my arm’s still pretty sore. It’s just… I…” Eddie drew up outside Steve’s. Steve sighed hard, turning away. “I really do like you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Eddie reached to coax Steve back around, two fingers on Steve’s reddened cheek. Their clouded breaths mingled, and Eddie grinned like an idiot. “When you were high… Yeah, I felt that dumb crackle, too.”

The brush of their lips felt more like lightning. They made out for so long that snow grounded the van, forcing Eddie to stay the night.

And every night, till they moved somewhere better together, with a decent heater and endless shared warmth and snuggles.

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@wheneverfeasible 💚 My ST fic on AO3

[donniesbabygirl28]

Love theif<3

You and Dallas were currently roommates, or actually hallmates. You lived at Buck's so you could work, Dallas lived at Buck's because he wanted to sit on his lazy ass all the time.

"Shut that music up, Y/n!" Dallas yelled from his room.

"How about you shut up, Dickface!" You screamed back.

This was a daily thing, it was like Buck was taking care of two hot headed kids with anger issues.

He could be funny sometimes but he was just impossible to like. Ya'll have been fighting since y'all met, since y'all came together as a gang.

You knew the Curtis brothers because they lived next to you for your whole life, and then here comes Dallas trying to make you miserable.

Two-Bit, Soda and Steve said it's because he likes you, but you never believed that shit.

Dallas came in your room, and just stared at you.

"Can I fucking help you?" you asked, waiting for a stupid response.

And you were right about the stupid response because he knocked everything off of your dresser and onto the floor, laughed, and ran out also leaving the door open.

"Ughh!" you exclaimed before stomping over to Dalla's room.

You slammed open his bedroom door, making him jump a little.

"Hey, man. Easy on the door"

"Fuck you, Dally." You cursed.

"You wish." He said back, smirking.

God, that stupid smirk on his stupid face.

"Why do you do this to me? What did I do to make you fell like you have to fuck up everything?"

"Oh quit your bitchin- also that's mine." He said guesturing to the sweatshirt you were wearing.

He would be lying if he said he didn't think you look cute in his sweatshirt.

"So? you take my stuff." you said.

You picked up your lighter, which was sitting on his nightstand.

"My lighter." you said, holding it up in his face.

"It lights my cigarettes better than matches."

"My cigarettes that I just bought yesterday night. I know because I wrote My name on the inside."

"oh yeah, ay while your bickering can you hand me one?"

"My blanket." you said, snatching it off of him.

"It's soft!" he said, trying to get it back.

"Ugh! I'm gonna kill you" you said, jumping on top of him, starting to smack him on his arm.

He grabbed your hair, tugging hard at it.

"Ow you bitch! Let go of my hair!" You yelled before grabbing his hair, giving him the same pain.

"damn, I didn't know you were a freak like that." He smirked, half just tryna get a rise out of you, and the other half was actually impressed.

"Shut up, you are a freak just as much as I am. Now let go!"

You started to pull harder, taking both of y'all onto the floor, continuing the cat fight out into the hallway.

"You let go of my hair first and then I'll stop."

You paused for a second, thinking it over,

"You lyin?"

"Honest."

You slowly let go of his hair, before being tackled to the ground.

"You are a fake ass bitch!" You said, trying to get loose.

"Aww, you mad? Nah, you know you like playin around with me."

Before you could say something back, y'all were interrupted .

"What in the actual fuck is going on in here?" Buck's voice was heard, interrupting the fighting.

"Tell Dally to stop being a bitch! He keeps taking my stuff, coming into MY room and completely messing it up, it has been like this since we've met each other and I'm sick and tired of it!" You screamed.

You could see Buck's face, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yall follow me." He said plainly.

The two of you followed him, wondering where he was taking ya'll.

It was your room.

"Hey what are-" before you could finish, the door was shut.

"Hey! Let us out! I don't wanna be in here with him!"

"Well learn how to wanna be in there with him. Ya'll aren't coming out until y'all become besties." Buck said through the door, locking it.

You sighed, turning around, seeing Dallas laying on your bed, playing with your stuffed animal.

"Aww don't be mad Ms y/n." He said, making the stuffed animal look like it was talking to you.

you rolled your eyes, nudging him a little, telling him to scoot over.

You brought out some candy from your drawer and your remote, turning the TV on.

you threw a pack of candy at him.

"Shrimp dick." You said, your eyes still on the TV, finding a movie for y'all to watch.

"Biatch." He said, opening the candy and eating some, passing you some as well.

There was definitely some progress made, since y'all are sharing food and actually sitting down on your bed next to each other. And the insults decreased slightly.

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"I think he's the killer, what do you think?" You asked, taking some candy out of the bag.

"I agree, he's creepy as fuck. He looks like he about to jump through the screen and slice me."

He laughed, looking at you.

He kept his stare going for at least 10 seconds,

"What?" You asked, rubbing your face, thinking you had candy on you.

"You know I don't hate you right?" He asked, pulling the cover around him more.

You sat in silence before answering.

"Then why did you tease me, bully me and all that shit since we met." you questioned, taking some candy from the handful that you had.

"Because I like you" he mumbled, secretly hoping you didn't hear, even though he wanted you to know.

"You serious?" you asked, kinda scared he was just trying to fuck with you.

He laughed.

"Girl if I bully you for that long without giving up, I'm pretty fucking sure I'm serious. Is it bad that I like you?" He said, starting to get insecure.

You had a smile that could just make him cry and shook your head. before grabbing his hand.

He stared some more before leaning his head on your shoulder, pulling the cover over the two of you.

He just wanted to lay with you, maybe Buck should do this more often.

[siremasterlawrence]

Multiplying Micheal

Michael:

Michael Lawrence Parker Patton is a guy I am apparently going to work with as he will be my submissive so he says, I agree to talk to him on Skype video call logging on to see his message ringing loud with a strong Yes Sir. As he waits for me he falls in to a light like a coma trance thinking back our first session on two weeks ago, he is on the telephone in a a happy blissful state sliding down the side of the kitchens sinks panel to cold floor of in a sleepy mode.He stares mindlessly ahead of him in a deep shock as he took my hand in hard glow of his imagination as I sit next to him and wrap my arms over him as he causing him to melt in a period of shock closing his eyes as he hit the wall.

“Oh Micheal! Do me a favor at the end of the staircase please turn off the lights.” I say to him as he stops counting.

“Yes Sir!” He says as loud click is heard a string is pulled and his lights shut off in his head.

“Excellent! Blank space!” I whisper into his ear while kissing him down his neck.

“I need you to envision the room fill up to the roof with golden light covering the room.

“I can see but how?” He says questioning his own sanity lesbians him alone in a white room and a mirror:

“The mirror is your focal point. “ I instruct.

“What are you looking for? What do you see?” He asks.

“Say something sir.” He pleads seeing his body naked.

“Hello! Yes don’t freak out! I am Steve nice to meet you.” The mirror image states.

“What the what? Who are you? Stay back”

He panics attempting to wake up.

“I am you! See? Just a better you “ Steve adds walking through the mirror.

“Not possible! “ he responds running away.

“You can’t escape! Let me out “ Steve states

“You are apparition “ he calls out.

“Poor you! Let me explain!” He places his own hands on his hip.”

“Master created me because you are dull”

“I am not dull! Boring maybe”

“Definitely “

“The husks is arriving “ a new personality is emerging.

“I suppose your Andy”

“Yes as ordered “

“Lovely”

“And Micheal?”

“He is fine just sulking”

“What’s wrong ?”

“It’s all bit much”

“He will be completely fine”

“Never mind him”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me Andy?”

“Your holding out on me”

“That’s sweet ass of yours”

“What about it sir? You want it first”

“Oh God! Take me”

“Those lips finally “

“Make me squirm “

The power of a new personality to is very dynamite in a sexually appetizing way shall we say because now all I want is to devour him whole and watch him squirm as his life is eaten whole in front of him such Is the truth about it all. His weakness is my pleasure making out in a state of fury before getting up front the bed on to my feet I walk out taking one last time to turn my to see him sleep and he wakes up in time grabbing me before I can exit the bed room. Smirking he slams me in to the wall it’s clear Clint has taken over a bit of mistake on my part of the programming he is a way bit too intense for me but still kind of hot as my back is on the wall and body presses again mine and we kiss.

“You don’t wait for orders?”

“Your bitch needs you now”

“He was crying for your touch”

“He is such a pussy “

“Yeah, but I am not “

“Awfully cocky”

“Hello! Have you seen me?”

“You love to embellish it too”

“Hey! If you have it then flaunt it”

“This dangerous”

“I am dangerous “

“Zip it”

“God! I want you “

“You infuriate me”

“You want to fuck me though. “

“Ugh! Yes!”

“I knew it”

“Use this bitch”

Grant is the jealous type of the all of the new personalities so damn needy holding on to me all the time as if I am so kind of support animal and I find it extremely funny because he is usually independent am thinking of me and himself. He found me closing the back doors into the backyard with the grass having yet to be cut he yanks the cord for the lawnmower cutting it all down to size and he works through the task with ease as he smiles at me winking my way. He stops halfway finished to wipe the sweat from his face placing one glove in his mouth and then over he puts them in his shirt back pocket then proceeds to open his shirt and throw it to the grass breaking in to sexy mid striptease.

“Master! Where are you ?”

“Right here bitch”

“You know who I am?”

“Johnny right?”

“Thank God!”

“How about Michael?”

“Don’t ask me about the pussy “

“He is a bitch “

“You don’t like it or him”

“I am hot”

“Full of yourself”

“Why not?”

“I am everything to him”

“Kneeling at my feet”

“Do you love me ?”

“More then everything “

“Kiss me my love”

“Master! What do you think?”

“Good Job…..”

“Alex”

“Sorry Alex”

“Too many of us”

“Yeah! It’s ok”

“Work of beauty”

“You think so?”

“Know so”

“I love you sir”

“I love you too”

“Do you mean it?”

“Boi?”

“You are my God”

“Then submit “

“I am kneeling “

“I love you “

“Prove it”

“You have been gone”

“Yeah boi”

“ALL NIGHT “

“Timing me”

“I am your protector “

“Ok ok”

“I am your servant”

“Submit “

“Let me serve you “

“Get up”

“Never sit in my chair”

“I missed you”

“Come over here “

“Kiss me”

“Make love to me”

“You are so hot”

“So handsome”

“You are perfect “

“Have a drink with me?”

“Another?”

“Better believe me”

“Ugh!”

“Oh come on”

“You want this “

“Oh really ?”

“Fuck with me”

“Nice polo shirt “

“You brought it “

“Remember “

“I do love it “

“You grabbed me”

“Your my babe”

“Lay on me “

“Hold me”

“Kiss me”

“Let’s fuck”

The end

[blitzwhore]

Hi! First, congratulations on achieving 1K followers! Good job, mate! Second, who am I to lose almost free fanfic))))? Let's say, hmmm, romantic, two words will be... "hot night", and word count will be... 427.

PS.: sry for probably bad English!

PPS.: night here is really hot, lemme look..... 37°C (idk what's that in Fahrenheit, sry my Russian ass please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Thank you :3 and please don't apologise for your English, it's not my native language either! I also don't understand Fahrenheit 😂 37ºC is really hot, please take care!

Also, you didn't specify a ship, so I took the liberty to write some Martha x Ms Mayberry because I felt like writing toxic femslash <3 here are your 427 words!

On AO3

Warning: mature

“Fuck,” Mayberry muttered to herself, “heat waves were supposed to be an Earth-specific problem.” 

With two fingertips, she peeled the front of her drenched shirt from her skin. Even her shorts and thighs were soaked with sweat, fuck's sake. 

A scoff came from the floor behind her. “You're in Hell, darlin’, in case you needed a reminder. It's supposed to be hot.” 

She rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify that comment with a reply. 

“Anyway, I thought you were tryin'a kill me? Again? I'm gettin’ kinda bored here.”

Mayberry spun around to glare at Martha, who hadn't bothered to get up after being stabbed repeatedly on the chest. Her shit-eating grin almost made Mayberry want to finish the job, but… what was the point? It wasn't like she could make it stick. The bitch always came back annoyingly fast. And it was way too hot for it to be worth the effort. 

“Just get the fuck out before I change my mind,” she muttered. 

“And boil to death? No, thanks,” Martha scoffed. “At least your floor is sorta cold.” 

The audacity of this bitch—

“Listen here, you whore.” She straddled Martha and grabbed her by the collar, which was sticky with blood and sweat. Martha's coy smile didn't falter. “If you don't shut the fuck up I swear I'll—” 

“You'll what?” Martha leered. “Bore me to death? This is gettin’ a bit old, darlin’.” 

Mayberry growled. 

“Don't call me that.” 

“Why not?” Martha teased. “Does it turn you on?” 

Ugh. 

“You fucking—sex-crazed freak,” Mayberry spat. 

“Maybe.” Martha's fingers were suddenly trailing up her bare thigh. “I'm not the one who gets off to killing you, though.” 

Mayberry growled, hating the way that touch made arousal pool in her crotch, which was very much still pressed flush against Martha.

“Not that I'm complainin’,” Martha said. “I always thought you were pathetic, but I gotta admit, it's kinda hot when you go all crazy on me, darlin’.” 

Mayberry grabbed the dagger still lodged in Martha's chest. Martha just grinned defiantly and trailed her hand up to the front of Mayberry's shorts, tickling. 

With a snarl, Mayberry let go of the dagger and slid her hand down. 

It's the heat, it's just the heat, she told herself as she groped Martha's boob, squeezing her nipple hard through her drenched blouse. 

The slut never even wore a fucking bra. 

Martha grinned triumphantly. “That's more like it.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Mayberry barked. 

Martha unbuttoned Mayberry's shorts. She gripped Mayberry's hips, pulled her closer—licked her lips. 

“You'll have to make me, darlin’.”

[theflagscene]

Idol Factory’s 2025 Lineup Reaction

Didn’t get to really sit down and focus on the pilot trailers that IDF dropped today because I was busy af, but it’s late now and everything has quieted down, so here I am.

My Sweetheart Jom / SaintPoom - This looks like the perfect story for Saint’s return to QLs, he’s in his element here. It’s funny and sweet, it’s giving me a slightly less dramatic ATOTS feel. The outsider from the city being taken in by a small insular village community, falls for the chief, finds happiness away from the hustle and bustle of Bangkok. Obviously that’s just on the surface, there’s more to both plots, but surface level, it has the same feel, ya know? There was a lot less of the mafia story shown than I was expecting, considering that’s the entire reason Yo ended up having to go to the village to hide out whilst he finishes his studies. Poom is adorable, but we knew that. He’s really showing acting growth since The Sign, I look forward to seeing more of his work. Saint is just always a pleasure to see, talented as ever. They seem to have decent chemistry, I hope IDF drops some workshop footage because I cannot imagine how nerve wracking it must have been for Poom when he was first cast to work with Saint. That guy is his boss, he’s his bosses boss! And now he’s gonna rub up on the CEO of the company for the whole world to see, that is legit a BL trope lol! Also, possible side GL couple? Cute, just cute all the way around. The grandma I can already see being added to my list of QL grandparents that I wanna keep in my pocket!

Somewhere Somehow / FayMay - Why was this so adorable!? I’m not a huge romcom person, although in QLs you kind of have to grin and bear it because comedy is a huge part of the romantic set up. But this seems to be a straight (heh puns) up romcom and it looks really cute! FayMay are really good together, they have an easy camaraderie and chemistry to them, it is very natural, has been since they shared their first scene together in The Sign. I loved the fourth wall breaking, I wonder if they’ll do that in the actual series or if it was just a bit for the trailer. Either way, cute!! Also Looknam, she’s always a joy to see. I wasn’t expecting Surprise or Heng to show up, so that was great. Also we get it Looknam, Heng is your man, someone write them as a couple in a series before she loses her mind lol. (Are they actually dating? I know she likes to talk about how hot he is 🤔 Eh, it’s none of my business either way.) I would like to know who at IDF I have to bribe to give HenSurprise their own series, or at least cast them as a couple again. That is if they want it, they might not want to play a couple again, which I support. They were just so great in SCOY that it would be great to see them together again. Anyway, I’m rambling, moving on!

Cranium / FreenBecky - Ngl, this was one of the ones I was most excited for and the trailer left me somewhat disappointed. Could be because FreenBecky didn’t have as much time to film as the others did considering how busy they are, or that the script is being super difficult to get evened out, even for a pilot trailer. Either way I was left with a sort of ‘meh’ feeling about this one. It was marked as rivals to lovers but apparently it’s lovers to enemies to lovers, which okay, pop off. But the stupid miscommunication trope, ugh!! I’ve seen some terrible miscommunication in QLs but this one just might take the cake, Pin legit leaves the freaking country because their boss gives a wanted work assignment to her girlfriend!? Y’all couldn’t even sit down and talk for a second!? Even your co-worker/friend was trying to point out that it was an overreaction, but Pin was being a complete bitch! I’d hate her ass too if she pulled that shit on me and acted like getting an assignment over her was some kind of personal betrayal. Girl, get thee to a therapist!! Besides that absolutely horrible manufactured drama, it was awesome to see Freen kick ass! And I was not expecting a supernatural element at all! I approve of that, bring on the spooky! Give me all the damn spooky! So yeah, this one seemed to have the weakest trailer, but hopefully it’ll come out strong when it airs.

Interminable / BillyBabe - Obviously, this was the one I was looking forward to the most. Firstly is that it’s beautiful! Stunning visuals, Babe’s traditional singing is haunting (very fitting), the vibes are absolutely perfect. The story is clearly a sad one, dramatic and dark. A classic hateful femme fatale, homophobic abuse tossed about—it is a historical drama so duh—violence and death. This will be a tear jerker for sure, but also such a sweet love story. BillyBabe deliver on the romance though, they are so good at it, so believable. The reincarnation and ‘if I can’t have him no one can’ plots are a little repetitive, they already did that in The Sign, I hope BillyBabe don’t get pigeonholed by this trope. Being a heart eyed simp is a good role for Billy, because he’s a simp with heart eyes for Babe on the regular. And again with Heng lol! I love that him and Billy are best friends so Heng keeps getting cast the the person thing to steal Billy’s man, because the three take it off set and IRL for the most ridiculous type of jealousy skinship ever and it’s lowkey adorable how much Billy pouts. But I digress, this one looks like it’s going to be very emotionally draining, which can be both a good and a bad thing. I’m going with good, because considering there are two campy romcoms and one spooky thriller in the line up, IDF needed a good drama and this looks like it’s going to deliver.

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Six

I get all of the gear flicked on, checking water levels and pulling the wands out of the sanitizer, then grind the first pot for the perc. As the espresso machine chugs its way to wakefulness, I peer into garbage cans and inspect tables. The till is all counted out neatly, with a post-it note reminding me to buy a roll of quarters stuck to the crisp purple stack of tens. 

Obviously Min-soo closed last night, ‘cause she always kills it.

In the dark kitchen, I crank the industrial oven up as high as it will go to pre-warm, scoop dough from the huge bowl Min-soo made last night onto trays, and climb the ladder to dump a burlap sack of fresh beans into the massive stainless steel bean roaster in pride of place in the corner of the kitchen. 

In my back pocket, my phone starts playing a punk version of You're the Cream in My Coffee. Shit. That's my alarm to start the second batch of scones. Dammit. I don't have time to let the oven preheat properly. I shove the tray in.

Then it’s back out to the front, where he is sitting primly in his corner, eyes on his newspaper. 

Yeah, I'm a basic bitch and prefer coffee that's more sugar and froth than bean juice, but there’s something so good about fresh-brewed black coffee first thing in the morning. That's art in its own right, my loves. I interrupt the drip machine to pour myself a mug, and I take one selfish minute to revel in a perfect sip.

But what is usually a soft symphony of my mornings is instead a self-inflicted agony. The plink of coffee into the carafe, the hiss of the espresso machine, the hum and clunk of the bean-roster in action, all punctuated by the crisp rustle of his newspaper? Agony.

A year ago, I would use this quiet time to work on my thesis. Before that, it would have been an essay, or a lab, or something else I’d procrastinated. Now, I have nothing to work on. Nothing to do but this. Nowhere to go but here. No career, no demand, no drive, just… 

Me. 

And him. 

And the stretching, hissing, clunking, dripping silence. 

 "Ugh, get your ass in gear, you embarrassment," I mutter to myself.

"Beg pardon?" he asks, voice raised politely.

Shit. 

"I said, uh, the espresso machine is warmed up. Caffe tobio?" 

"Please." He crosses his legs. There's a flash of turquoise at his ankle. I only catch it for a second, but it looks like he's wearing socks with cartoon dragons on them. Huh, okay… that’s more playful than I expected him to be. 

"Coming right up."

"I appreciate it. And you are well?" he says, which is the longest string of words I've ever heard out of him. Shame.

"Yeah." I turn to the machine, tapping out a careful twenty-seven seconds with the toe of my chucks, timing as the espresso fills the demitasse. So I'm completely in my head, and totally not expecting it when his voice comes from somewhere much too close, just over my left shoulder. 

"Oversleeping could be the sympto—" 

"Gah!" I shout, and Christ no, the wand in my hand goes flying up, up, sprinkling boiling-hot grounds like freaking pixie dust. 

He ducks and snaps the newspaper over his head as they rain down. The sharp clatter of the wand hitting the tile makes us both wince. We stare across the counter at one another, eyes wide, with what I assume are matching shocked expressions.

"Are you—" he starts again and I hold out a hand to stop him. 

"I'm fine." 

"I've never known you to—" 

"Shit, you're chatty today," Maybe that came out cattier than it should have. He flinches, stung. A glob of espresso grounds plops off his shoulder and splats on the tile floor. "Sorry, sorry! That came out wrong. I'm not… I'm not having a good morning." 

"My apologies," he murmurs mournfully, and aw, no. 

"I'll make you another one," I say quickly. "On the house. Just… sit, and I'll—" 

"Perhaps I should go." He lowers his paper and flicks grounds off the toe of his shoe. Oh, shit, are they expensive? Am I going to have to pay for, I dunno, shoe dry cleaning? 

"No, please." That lurch in my stomach again, and it's only because a morning that has started terribly (and has only gotten worse) would really become awful if he wasn’t sitting in the sunlight, glimmering and reading.

It would be just wrong.

"If you are ill, you ought to be taking care of yourself first. Don't you have a colleague who could cover—" 

"I got a new alarm clock, I didn't wake up, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter."

"It does to me." He crunches the ruined paper in his hands, flexing and twisting. "In fact, I, er, perhaps it is time I confessed that… I smell something burning." 

"You smell burning?" I swig another mouthful of coffee from the mug I'd left by the till, and take a deep breath to calm myself. Wait. "I smell it, too." 

His eyes flick to the door behind me, slit pupils dilating. "The kitchen." 

"The scones!" I squawk and spin on the spot. I slip in spilled espresso, toppling sideways. Before I can hit the ground, he lunges across the countertop, catching my arm in a grip that's stronger than I think he realizes. It also prickles. 

Trying to get my stupid feet under me, I catch the barest flash of red scale and black, long-tipped nails. Then his hand is back to perfectly pale peach, fussily manicured, and human. 

I shrug him off and push through the door. I shouldn't have gasped, that was a stupid thing to do when the air is heavy with smoke. But I do, and jerk to a stop, folding double, coughing. He runs into me. I nearly topple. That prickling grip pulls me upright again. 

"What can I do to—" he starts, but the fire alarm cuts him off.

"I forgot to turn down the goddamn oven!" 

"I'll get it." He reaches out with his free hand. It's covered in deep red scales, his fingertips ending in delicately curved claws. 

Holy crap.

He's dexterous, able to work the knob, then swing down the oven door. Black smoke, oily with burning fats, cascades into our faces. I cover my mouth and nose with the edge of my Henley, eyes burning. 

"Oven mitts!" I warn. 

"Not necessary!" He's got the tray balanced in his claws. "Where should I—?" 

And that's when the fire suppression system kicks in. 

It lets out a sharp, high whistle that startles him so badly the claws of the hand holding my arm spasm. They go right through my shirt and into flesh. 

I holler. 

Five things happen at once. 

First, he drops the tray of scones. It clatters off the tile, sending burnt pucks of dough into the air. One smacks into my leg, and two pelt him as we dance away. 

Second, he yanks his claws out of my arm, blood on the tips, and freaking hell, it stings. 

Third, white foam pours from the pipes that ring the kitchen ceiling, coating every surface in a bitter-tasting cloud. Including us.

Fourth, the guy makes a sort of gurgling belch noise, then a sharp bony click accompanied by a spark that looks exactly like the kind you get from a lighter. 

Fifth, he spits fire. 

Right into the corner. Where the giant custom bean roaster is. The drum is perforated, and the beans inside it immediately go up in flames. They're so hot they burn blue. The steel drum starts to goddamn melt.

"Coc y gath," he gasps in horror, dithering on the spot.

"Holy shit," I say, clamping my hand down over the punctures in my arm.

"I'm terribly sorry!" he shouts over the sound of the alarm and the hiss of the foam deflating around us. "I didn't mean to—I was startled!" 

The urgency of the situation suddenly hits home, fire crawling up the wall toward the ceiling, and I scream: "Put it out!" 

"What do you want me to do? Suck it back up?" he shouts back, all his cool calm evaporating in the heat of the inferno. "I'm a dragon, not a fire extinguisher!" 

Well. 

Fuck this meet-cute straight to hell, then.

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[lu3ky777]

The next of Hope's Peak to fall was..Maki. Perhaps someone the Hypnotist had made a fool of in the past had decided to get revenge by hiring the Ultimate Assassin to deal with her..but unfortunately for Maki's client they overestimated her resistance to hypnosis. Maki may have managed to reach her target but unfortunately she became just as Hypnotized as the others. Throwing off her clothes and dancing for her new mistress.

Maki has gotten a strange contract recently to sneakily kill a red haired hypnotist, like most people she didn't believe she was really a hypnotist but decided to be careful anyway. Strangely she wasn't given a name but only a picture, her signature sinister smile which spooked Maki when she first looked at her. Maki had gone to the address with the building being labeled *The Hypno House~* which she realized used to be Celestia's Casino. Maki managed to sneak into the house, despite her massive ass cheeks loudly clapping every step. Maki saw the women on stage, Celestia and Kyoko shaking their asses lewdly still clothed as she stood between them while she clapped their asses. 

“All right, my hung darlings may join us in stage~” Men and women joined the stage as they stripped themselves to reveal massive cocks, Maki starred in some sort of awe as the hypnotist ripped off the pants of Celestia and Kyoko “Dig in my darlings~” Her *darlings* started roughly fucking Kyoko and Celestia, two of them fucked their asses at once as if to punish the women. They also fucked their throats and pussys as she stepped off stage heading to her private room. Maki didn't realize that she was fingering herself until she saw her target leaving. So she decided to follow her, still soaking wet from the hotness of what she just saw.  

Maki thought she hadn't seen her enter as she got ready to stab her as she was faced the other way. That was until she spoke which nearly gave Maki a heart attack- “Do you think I can't hear those fucking ass cheeks from here?” Maki stood completely still as her voice was terrifying to Maki, she turned around smiling as she stared at her like she was her prey. “Oh Maki~ I'm glad you're finally here~” she saw the knife which only made her smile wider “I dare you to try and swing that at me~” This freaked Maki out as she dropped the knife in fear, she hadn't even Hypnotized her yet but her words were able to spook her more than she had ever been scared before. “D-do you wanna die?” She spoke trying to scare her, which didn't work at all as she approached her “I'm the one who put that contract out on me so I could show you your place~” 

Maki was stunned as the women snuck a hand down her pants and fingered her quickly and hard, she moaned loudly as she stuck her tongue out in pleasure “S-stop~” Maki could have suplexed her or choked her or just snap her neck right there but she felt too helpless to do any of that as she moaned louder and louder. Her fingers struck like daggers making sure Maki would orgasm quickly, Maki nearly screamed in moans. “Stupid bitch! you thought you could lay a finger on me~” she pulled her hand out as she spanked Maki’s ass hard enough to make her ass jiggle wildly 

“Ugh- j-just let me go and I promise I'll never come back again!” She spanked her even harder which made Maki blush and fear her even more. “Oh~ nobody will be escaping me soon dear~ maybe if you came in here asking to join me I would consider letting you keep your mind in tact but~” she pushed Maki onto her knees as Maki heard the door open behind her, she looked back quickly as she saw three women. They were all wearing fishnets, high heels, and skinny bras but all had a special quality to them. The blonde one had a super skimpy pink bra and huge breasts with two hair buns, the black haired one had a large ass and darker skin, and the blue haired one had the most adorable face and smile. But even though they looked like strippers, they all had huge enormous bitchbreaking cocks out as they stared at Maki while licking her lips

Maki only has a second to process this before the hypnotist slapped her and forced her to stare at her. “Look at me bitch! I could just mind control you into mindlessly obeying my every command~ but I prefer to have a little fun~” The three girls each gave a hardy slap to Maki as they lined up next to their boss. “Meet my subjects~ the blonde one is Ally, the blue haired one is Sapphire, and the black haired one is Mia. They are going to break you into submission.” Ally was bouncing up and down in excitement, making her cock wobble up and down as Maki stared at it as if it was a pendulum.

 “Can we please start boss!!!” “Yes Ally~ go get her~” Ally quickly ran behind the assassin and roughly pulled her pants off, ripping off the part that covered her ass then giggling to herself. Maki tried to speak “H-hey please don't- AGH!!!” Ally had roughly inserted her cock and was roughly fucking her like a fucktoy “No way I'm passing this up~ boss said I finally get a private bitch to fuck for a whole day!!!” Ally spoke as if she was a kid in a candy store, almost treating Maki like an object. Sapphire spoke “You know that's for all three of us~ I hope you don't intend to break her before we get a turn~” her voice was cute as she put her cock sideways against Maki's lips, when Maki didn't start licking it she slapped her and frowned “My cock in your face means you suck! I can't believe you're this foolish, even my mother knows that!” Maki then started licking her cock as the final girl Mia picked up Maki with her strong arms and fucked her pussy like an animal.

The hypnotist gave an even wider smile as she watched the three girls fuck Maki. Ally fucked her ass faster than Maki thought it was possible to move, Sapphire was moving her cock back and forth across her face as Maki worshipped it with her mouth becoming intoxicated by the scent. And Mia's thrusts felt like giant punched to her pussy, at least in pleasure that is~ The women fucked her for the next week straight while constantly switching positions, having food brought to them so they didn't have to take breaks. However the only thing Maki got to eat was thick fertile cum that entered every part of her, covering her body in cum and especially her throat. Maki felt broken, like a used toy with no purpose left as she layed on the floor dripping cum “Ur-Agh~” The hypnotist spoke “How sad, I was hoping for more of a fight~” She walked past Maki still laying on the floor covered in cum, surely when Maki came back to her senses she would get her revenge on her right?

…A few weeks later and Maki was in the same location, she was wearing a modified version of her old caretaker outfit. No bra, A tight red shirt that basically only covered her breasts, she wore dark red lipstick heavy on her lips, she also wore tight shorts that covered her entire ass but nothing else as her legs were completely revealed, and she wore black high heels that made her look a full 6 inches taller. Not that it mattered as she was currently in a private booth on her knees, sucking the full length of a stranger's cock as she wore a black blindfold. She recognized the taste of the cock though, it was Ally who would often come by her private booth to shove a load down her throat. She came a massive load down her throat as she gave Maki’s ass a good slap before she left laughing to herself. Maki gulped down the load after some struggles “N-next please~”

[theonesigngle1]

One piece: modern highschool au (1)

Prolgue:1

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Highschool, a new day, a new you they say, as a teenager you'd normally describe as a normal day in hell.It's my last day of summer meaning a brand new school, new start, and new classmates.

One piece high, a place for misfits, unfortunate, unique, powerful people where you're either accepted by a letter or family status. It was unfortunately my last choice of japan highschools. This school was popular and rare to get into. It has secrets, unhackable accounts that no one barely knows about what's going on, on the inside. Government involved high ratings and no low ratings on many sites.

Now what does that have to do with me? A pretty normal girl if I do say so myself. Not that much interested in guys and they're just as interested in me as I am into them. Meaning not at all. Never had luck in guys or maybe I was just not interested in real, living ones.  I sometimes wear makeup, only if I actually wake up on the right side of the bed. I have a normal family, a father, a mother, and a few siblings. An average IQ and good grades (...ish) and everything is good. I'm normal. An average joe per say, a bit of an asshole though take after my daddy…not a…dick.. And not good with the guys or attraction. Maybe the teenage pimples, not so clear skin and acne. At Least I'm content with my body and feel hot. I don't need guys anyway. Just a few dollars to save

Now on about my living situation. My current status of living is pretty average. Downtown grand line city. My dad runs a strip club and my moms a bartender. Not so bad. They aren't abusive but sometimes fight over the smallest stuff. Don't know how they haven't divorced yet, must be that true love stuff from the disney movies I binge. Gotta feel like a princess somehow. Shoot, I'm straying off. My dad makes decent money and my mom makes decent tips. Mom works at a rip off bar and my dad owns a strip club. Pretty normal. Moms are a bit over protective, while my dad is a chilll hard core football fan. Cheers on his favorite team.

Now the whole country we live in is huge. We have a border between two big cities separated into smaller cities. Grand line city is one part while new world city is the other half. Both have huge populations but the cities are run by gangs..and the police. Sirens go off all the time in downtown, and that's where the poor less fortunate While the rich snobs live in the new world. Assholes i tell you

Onto onto my ordeal. I don't wanna go to this new school, I'm pretty sure it's run by murder mafia. Trusting my gut on this one. I could jump off my balcony above my dads club and break a leg..he won't be too mad. We have insurance… And a leg is a leg.  But..I wanna kick some ass..ugh.. I hate this..teenage hormones and laws forcing us to go to a shitty school. Damn the education system..

My mom bought me the uniform and packed my things.. Live near the campus apparently.. Rich school I guess… In the middle, built on both new world and grand line grounds. Large school..like really big..Tall hoes and like really abnormal bodies too.. Hopefully no pick me's or i'm not like other girls. I just wanna get these school years done with. You get me? Just me and no bitches bout' to go to a school with my pretty bitched..i like men and women brain.. Damn..  I suppose I'll just have to wait.. I also forced my mom to get me a freaking my bluey backpack as a fake for the first day. Meaning I'm gonna step on the back of people's calves and laugh.

New school, new life they say. Uniform uncomfortable. Gonna have to wear shorts.

My mom bought me a normal bookbag. Epic betrayal. On my end.  But she didn't get me those good mechanical pencils. And a bunch of paper, been geeking at that. I can take my phone. Yippie. Okay so..how bad can this school be..

[am3ricanj3sus]

every tc i have had

okay this is like kinda chronological but also kinda not cause its when i noticed them not the grade they particularly teach.

edit: i lied this is chronological order.

mr. mh

okay starting with my first ever tc omg this is so crazy.

my 7th and 8th grade english teacher

he lowkey made me hate english ngl cause we wouldnt read like books books we read and analyzed a lot of articles lowkey pissed me off

one time he got mad at me cause he thought i had gum in my mouth but it was just wax for my braces that i started chewing on cause i didnt wanna spit it out cause it lowkey was minty

he just omg... okay my 8th grade ass should not have been thinking about him the way i was

like he wasnt tall by anymeans but he had like a husky build. like okay lumberjack. he wore so many fucking flannels omgggggg.

hes a millenial so like...harry potter nerd to the maxxxx. also like he has a freaking beard and ugh he made it work he was literally sooooooooooo.

i was shy back then so i didnt really talk to him but he was nice and like one time i fell asleep in his class on zoom and he like stayed in the call and when i woke up i was like SHITTTTTT. i think my mic was on when i did that but like whateverrrrr

hes the biggest nerd ever

okay next

mr.bell

okay second tc everrrr

my 7th grade math teacher OMG WHY WAS I SO YOUNG WTFFFF PRETTY LITTLE LIARS WHAT DID U DO TO MEeeeeeeeee.

okay so like i have always hated math but we did khan academy soooooo like made my life super easy i cheated ngl.

OMG HE ugly asf looking back why tf el sol let me like that. what evaaaaaaa

he was so skinny like bones and he was pale like okay jack skellington howd u get here tffff

OMG HE WAS SO TALL TO LIK 6'4 LIKE OKAY FUCKKKKKK

he was really nice to me bc i sucked at math sooo like yeah im goat

i wrote fan fiction about this guy im gonna kms

it was fire tho. no tf it wasnt

okay next i cant thinkn aboout him anymore

mr. dua

okay my freshman year english teacher....

i like never really said anything about him. idk maybe its just cause he was old and nice to me.

he always encouraged meeeee

i was his best student #sorrynotsorryteacherspetforever

he was like around maybe 6'1???? he was taller than me thats what matters!!!!

okay intermission was taken had to blow my nose

anyways he was just like... idk he was just giving father. like in a freaky way.

he wasnt ugly he actually was handsome even with that fuck ass lazy eye.

other than dat i didnt learn shit in that class

next!!!!

mr. fuck ass hoe

okay this mf i hate this mf i hated him when i took his class i hate him now.

I HATE CHEM!!!! AND HE DIDNT MAKE IT ANY FUCKING BETTER!!!!!!!!! MADE IT SO MUCH FUCKING WORSE IM GONNNAAAAAA.

he was like nerd tho. not hot but just smart that makes u attractive cause ur smart. he was tall too. and my fav baddie nationality which i wont say thats too much might as well tell u when he graduated (1998)

like he was so fucking smart that it made me angry and i wanted to hate fuck him.

AND HE IS A SHIT TEACHER? TFFFF like hes so smart that like you have to go up to him and ask him to dumb it down and he'll be like "i dont get what you dont get"

also like oh boy oh boy this school year with him im soo angerrrrrrrrr. but whatever u a bitch.

iid still fuck him tho dont get me wrong.

NEXT!!!!!

mr. not so professional

well. wow another english teacher shocker woowww.

he was a shit teacher i learned nothing he was just hot.

like the only good part about that class was to kill a mockingbird and like other than that like what were we doing.

i mean it was his first (and last) year at our school soooo...

but he was hella baddie. kinda short but well built and like had greatttt hairrr.

one time he showed up to class with like a hickey on his neck and its was kinda like... oh wow okay freak...get freaky with me

i dont really know where he is now? probably teaching somewhere else who knows idc.

WHOS NEXT!!!

mr. c

oi oi oi... the man that started this blog... my baby daddy...my pookie... my baseball player...

okay but like ive never even had his class tf.

honestly i dont even rember how this one started. like one day i just noticed him around campus and was like OOOOOO THATS ONE.

like i think its simply cause he a man. and older than me. and has a job. and like it hot.

hes really nice tho hes such a cutie. like he hasnt done anything wrong yet... lets keep it that way...

i can count on one hand how many times ive talked to him this is humiliating

one time he said he liked my sweater i mean it was like my halloween costume and like i mean yeahhh it was intentionally picked out with him in mind so... yeah.... MY PLAN WORKED!!!

hes just llike sooo. hes tall but not too tall. hes like built but not like shredded gym rat like soft and defined enough. his hair eh... idk what he does like i think he has curls but like he keeps them super jelled it makes me mad. he has facial hair like okay lets turn it from black to ginger alrighttt ahhhhh tongue sticking out emoji. that was freaky guys wait

over all hes just great. a great charismatic guy. a great charismatic older than me and like kinda awkward guy

honorable mentions:

mr rah rah

mr gym rat

okay thats all dont rat me out.

[katyawriteswhump]

Idiots to Lovers (aka The Honeymoon)

WC: 684, for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 8

Rating: T

CW: Mild violence and h/c, fluff, 80s insults.

****

All Eddie did was step into Scoops Ahoy. Or, rather, stoop into it. 

The store had closed—the shutter was halfway down—and Steve-douchebag-jock-of-the-decade-Harrington sprung from nowhere. He grabbed Eddie by the front of a ‘Plastic Zombie’ t-shirt he totally didn’t want ruined and slammed him against the wall.

“She’s not interested, freak!” Harrington shook Eddie so hard his teeth rattled. “Stay the hell away from her!”

“What the heck, man?” Eddie squeaked, while shock mushroomed into vengeful fury.

“Don’t play dumb, numb-nuts.” Harrington got right in Eddie’s face. And Eddie rammed his knee toward Harrington’s groin, striking to the right of the ‘kill zone.’ Hah, who’s numb-nuts now? 

Harrington dropped Eddie, staggered back, cheeks colouring—even as Eddie, who was REALLY FREAKIN’ MAD now, sucker-punched Harrington with a fist to the left eye.

“Oooooow! Jeeesus!” Eddie shook his sore knuckles, blowing on them between his snarls. Harrington was on his knees, apparently stunned.

That’s when Robin emerged from the back of the store. “Steve! Oh my God, Steve!” Robin rushed over, crouched beside Harrington. “Oh my freakin’ God! What the Hell have you two shit-birds done?”

“M’okay,” mumbled Steve. He flapped a hand at Eddie. “The freak attacked me.”

She lifted his chin tenderly and scrutinised him hard. Nearly as hard as she glared at Eddie, who felt shaken as Harrington seemed. “You hit him? You bitch! He’s had a concussion, you know? God, Eddie! How could you?”

“Braindead sailor-boy attacked ME!”

“Don’t call him braindead,” snarled Robin, bordering on savage. Eddie’s hands flailed wildly in a mingling of defence and surrender.

“I’m okay,” repeated Steve, skittering his fingers distractedly across his brow. “Really confused—figured he was crazy stalker guy, who you wanted shot of.”

“Er, no. I took care of that myself.” Robin glanced between Eddie and Steve, who had resumed their combat with glares—easier for Eddie than Steve, whose eyelid already looked slightly red and puffy. “Steve, Eddie is the guy I thought you could, uh, explore your bi-curious side with.”

“WHUT?” Eddie and Steve yelled in unison.

“No way!” said Eddie. “You didn’t tell me it was HIM! Game over, sister.”

“I wouldn’t be seen dead in the same state as that freakshow,” mumbled Steve. 

Robin huffed at them both then stomped off to get Steve some ice.

***

One week later

Eddie sprawled on the bed with his new boyfriend. They explored each other’s mouths with lush kisses, to the ever-changing tempos of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. 

“See?” At the end of the song, Steve licked shiny, kiss-reddened lips, and smiled that smile Eddie always considered smug and preppy. Now, he adored it. “Not only are you a closet Hoosier’s fan—we even found music we both like.”

“Okay, I surrender.” Eddie’s hand found a comfortable spot—cupping the ass of his mega-hot boyfriend, while Steve’s hands roved similarly down Eddie’s pants. “Bryan May is a half-decent ax-man.”

“Ugh, those endless guitar solos are the worst. It’s all about Freddie. His voice gives me tingles.”

“You give me tingles.” Eddie grinned daftly. “Sounds like a nasty disease. Then again, wasn’t looking to catch you, douchebag.”

“Likewise, freak.” They kissed again, delving deeper than before, rolling and scrubbing against each other till they wound up pretty much naked, in a sweaty, sated heap. Steve pulled a blanket up over them, tucked his head under Eddie’s chin and…. 

“You kipping on me, Harrington?”

“In about ten seconds,” said Steve, sleepily.

The light caught the shine of Steve’s fading black eye, and Eddie winced, stroked Steve’s brow just above. “Does it still hurt?” he asked, guiltily. Even if the douche had totally asked for it, Eddie now knew all the facts.

“Had worse,” mumbled Steve. “I kinda gotta thing for this one. I worry when it goes, our honeymoon period will be over.”

Wtf? 

“That’s totally messed up, dude,” said Eddie, grateful when a lock of Steve’s hair slipped to cover the bruise. He planted a soft kiss on Steve’s head. “Who’s the freak now, huh?”

“Perfect match,” whispered Steve. Eddie smiled softly to himself and snuggled into his boyfriend just that little bit tighter.

***

Thank you so much for reading 🙂 Also posted here on my AO3

[thirstbxtch]

Limb from Limb

Rated: Explicit. 18+ only.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Gareth's Sister!Reader. No Y/N.

Summary: Harsh, cruel words babe/They're gonna cut me like knife.

Warnings: Drug Use, Hate Sex, Mild Degradation because hate sex but not too much because it's not really my thing, Spitting, Blowjobs, Multiple Orgasms, and a Dash of Angst at the end but I plan on writing a follow up.

Notes: Title and summary taken from the Motorhead's Limb from Limb (give a listen, it's so hot for real). Some italicized text is meant to be Eddie's own internal monologue and other text is italicized for emphasis, you should be able to differentiate based on context, but if it's confusing I can change it. Okay also, I was doing some "research" and Eddie doesn't have a headboard or footboard so he doesn't even have anything to handcuff people to on his bed, like smh.

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated <333

Eddie's a little early for their first band practice of the summer he realizes, parking his van on the street. He walks up the driveway, guitar case in hand. The garage door is open and Gareth's drum kit is setup, but he doesn't see Gareth. He's thinking about some new riffs he wants to share with the band. He fully intends on writing some kick ass material this summer. Maybe he can save enough money for them to do a demo.

He walks into the garage, wandering over to the inside door to let himself in when the door is pulled inwards for him.

You. Gareth's sister.

"Ugh, god Munson, what are you doing here?" You sneer.

You had graduated high school last year with a reputation for being the cheerleader with a bad girl streak.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie shoots back. "Aren't you supposed to be in college or something?"

"Or something? I'm home for the summer, dumbass."

Christ, you're such a bitch, that much hasn't changed, although he thinks you've somehow managed to get hotter during your year away, briefly eyeing your denim cutoffs and thin cropped t-shirt. You're different in a way he can't exactly put his finger on. Maybe it's just the mysterious allure of college girls, unexplored territory for him.

"And I'm here for band practice. Is Gareth around or have you already sacrificed him to your evil whore overlord?" Eddie asks, giving you a close lipped smile and a tilt of his head.

"Don't talk about sacrifices to me, freak," you say, narrowing your eyes before turning your head over your shoulder to call inside the house. "Gareth, Munson is here for your little, loser band practice."

There's a muffled shout from inside.

You push past Eddie, stepping over to the deepfreeze in the garage. Eddie is powerless to watch as you reach in, cutoffs riding up, revealing the curve of your ass as they do so.

It would so easy for him to just walk up behind you, press his hips against your ass--

You straighten and close the lid to the deep freeze, popsicle in hand--cherry. Your nipples are hard from the cold air and they push against the thin fabric of your shirt.

He picks you up, sets you down roughly on the deep freeze, hands gripping your hips, stands between the v of your spread legs and sucks at your tits just like that, right through your damn shirt, his tongue--

"See something you like, Munson?" You coo softly, unwrapping the icy treat and giving him a smirk before popping the tip in your mouth.

Eddie is saved the embarrassment of having to retort because Gareth comes out into the garage.

"Have fun, losers," you say, sauntering back inside.

Gareth sighs and rolls his eyes.

"She's the fucking worst, man, I swear."

"Yeah, totally dude," Eddie agrees, "the worst".

The next few weeks continue in much the same way. The summer allows them more time together as a band, so Eddie is over at Gareth's more often, leading to more quips and heated exchanges between you. Meanwhile Eddie's mind falls in the gutter whenever he sees you, when you reach into the fridge to get a beer, in the deep freeze to get more damn popsicles, the wicked little twist of your mouth as you insult him--he thinks about kissing the sneer right off your face. A hot, open mouthed kiss; maybe you would actually be quiet for once.

And it's after a few of those weeks, one night--quite literally the middle of the night--there's a sharp, persistent rapping on Eddie's trailer door. He's kind of high and it takes moment for the sound to break through the haze of drugs, but once he realizes it's real, he curses, rolling off of his bed, pulling on a shirt at least--he'd just been in his boxers.

He quickly goes to the door, where the rapping is still occurring, then pauses, what if it's the cops? Who knocks like that except for the fucking cops?

Here we go.

 But when he pulls the door open it's only you.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck do you want?" He asks, demanding, mouth set in a line.

You're greeted by the sight of Eddie in an oversized band tee and a pair of soft looking black boxers. Long hair slightly more disheveled than usual. He looks good, you hate to admit it, he always looks good. Hell, you don't even think the band is that bad. More than once you've imagined Eddie bruising you with the same aggression as the music he plays. More than once you've thought about plucking one of his dumb little cigarettes out of his mouth as he sings softly to himself, writing and rewriting on frantic pieces of paper, just to finish it off yourself in one smooth, long drag, just so your lips can touch the same filter, just so you can have him look at you with those soft, dark eyes.

"I'm out of the drugs I brought with me and you're only dealer I know of in this godforsaken shithole," you say, pushing past him and into the trailer.

Eddie blinks, looking at the space where you used to be, then at you.

"Sure, yeah, just let yourself in."

He contemplates kicking you out, but he can't exactly afford to turn away a paying customer.

"What do you want?" Eddie asks again, walking past you and to his room.

"Pot, obviously," you counter.

Decidedly not obvious.

Eddie looks at you over his shoulder. No way, you're entirely too high strung to be a smoker.

"Didn't take you for the type."

"As if you know anything about me."

O-kay.

"How much do you want?"

You're in his room now. You've never been here before. Sure you did drugs in high school but you always made whatever jock boyfriend you had at the time buy for you. You had to wring Gareth's little neck for directions before you headed out tonight.

It smells like pot and cigarettes and stale beer and dirty laundry, but it's kind of comforting in a weird way. The walls are covered with band posters and whatever other nerdy shit he's into--Dungeons and Dragons.

You pull $50 out of the back pocket of your cut offs, glancing around.

"How much will this get me?"

Eddie counts the bills.

"Well for you, there's a special bitch tax, so let's say half an ounce." Eddie replies smugly, happy for the opportunity to hold the upper hand.

You set your jaw and glare at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Munson? That's enough for an ounce and then some."  You huff.

Eddie shrugs openly.

"Like I said, special bitch tax for you sweetheart."

He watches you bite the inside of your cheek and look at the floor before your expression completely changes to a soft pout.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, I'll be nicer I promise." You lie sweetly.

It's almost comical. He knows you're lying and you know he knows you're lying.

"I have a lot going on that you don't know about ok? Please, I really need this," you offer more sincerely.

Eddie sighs and looks away. Life must be so easy for you. All you have to do is bat your lashes and say pretty please. But he doesn't like to judge. Maybe you do have something going on.

"Fine, an ounce."

He looks at you and you give him a smirk.

"Better," you say with all the confidence of a cat who's won the cream.

He turns away, pocketing the cash and rummaging through his drawers and measuring out an ounce.

Eddie turns around, drugs in hand, and notices your gaze absentmindedly locked on his handcuffs.

"See something you like?" He lilts, giving you a wicked grin.

You scoff and roll your eyes.

"Please, Munson." You reply, tone dismissive.

Eddies grin only widens. He's high, his impulse control is decidedly lower than usual--like he really has any to begin with, and he can't resist the urge to wind you up.

"Please what? Cuff you on my bed?"

You take a step towards him, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow.

"You wouldn't even know where to begin with a girl like me."

"Oh, I know exactly where I'd begin with a little slut like you, princess."  Eddie returns, also taking a step forward.

"Yeah? You think you can show me a good time, Munson? Let's see it then." You challenge meeting his gaze.

Without really thinking, Eddie drops the weed and instinctively pushes you against the wall of his room. Hands gripping your hips like he's so often thought of and crushes his mouth to yours, mildly surprised when you return the kiss without hesitation, your arms locking around his neck. It's heated, teeth and noses bumping as you both fight for dominance, but Eddie manages  to lick into your mouth, stroking your tongue with his, biting at your bottom lip and drawing it into his mouth and releasing. His hand grips your jaw, tilting it upwards before you can close your mouth.

He knows he's taking a risk, but he's willing to take it, it'll be totally worth it. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, angling his lips above yours, and spits deliberately into your open mouth.

Your eyes flicker with anger, but when he covers your lips with his, you only moan and press against him. He licks into your mouth once again, thoroughly tasting you, sin and bittersweet.

"So the rumors are true," he murmurs, breaking the kiss, and bringing his mouth to your throat. "You are a slut."

"Fuck you," you spit, hating how this feels better than anything has in a long time.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," Eddie says lowly, nipping and kissing your throat.

While you're distracted, Eddie reaches for the cuffs behind you, removing them with a soft clink. Your hands are at his stomach now, palming his ribcage, so it only takes a little slight of hand to slip one cuff over your wrist, and then the other, clicking them into place.

You still and Eddie can't read your expression--part anger, part want, and Eddie is suddenly unsure.

"I can take them off ok? We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he says breaking, voice going gentle.

You only sneer in response.

"I can take it Munson. Do your worst."

Christ you're impossible. Instead he says, "Get on your knees then, sweetheart."

You sink to your knees slowly, obediently, hands cuffed in front of you, keeping eye contact. Eddie towers over you once your knees finally hit the floor. You can see the bulge in his boxers where he's hard.

"You like this, freak? You like seeing me on my knees?" You taunt.

"Not as much as you like being there," Eddie retorts in the same tone, palming himself through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Suck me off?" It still holds the slightest inflection of a question.

We don't have to do anything you don't want to.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," you reply, throwing his own words back at him.

Eddie bites his lip, pushing down his boxers.

Your eyes widen and flicker at the sight of his hardened length, his perfect mushroom tip, your core clenching.

"Not bad, Munson," you tease through lowered lashes. "Might have fucked you before now if I knew you had such a pretty dick."

Eddie only pushes the tip against your lips and you open, sucking him in. He tosses his head back with a groan, one hand resting against the wall, and the other in your hair.

"Nothing to say now, huh?" Eddie asks rhetorically, hand tightening in your hair as you suck slowly at the head of his cock, completely aware that you're still the one with the actual power. He tastes strong and undefinably masculine. Your tongue teases the slit.

Eddie bites back a curse and looks down at you. You've got those big, blow job eyes and your cheeks are hollow. You only suck harder at his head, swirling your tongue around it and then letting it go with a pop. You look up at him, spit sticking your lips, and suck the tip into your mouth again, deliberately putting on a show, a show that Eddie watches transfixed as you swallow half his length, then all of it, your eyes closed now. He moans, cock twitching on your tongue.

You release him slowly, smirking up at him.

"You wanna fuck my pretty little mouth don't you, freak?"

"Your pretty little mouth was made for fucking, whore," Eddie returns, reaching down and cupping your jaw in one hand, swiping a thumb along your bottom lip.

You open for him and then he's pushing into your mouth, rolling his hips slowly at first, shaft sliding over your tongue, still watching with darkened eyes. He's already so close.

He thrusts into your mouth earnestly now, hand at the back of your head. Feels so good. Want simmering beneath his high. He loses himself, tip hitting the back of your throat. He isn't going to last long, but that's the point.

His hips start to falter.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then he's spilling down your throat, watching you swallow it all or so he thinks as he pulls his boxers back up. When he pulls out, you don't say anything, only stand and push him towards the edge of the bed until he's sitting on it, gripping his jaw with your cupped hands, slipping a thumb over his bottom lip, mouth just touching his, he opens and you spit some of his own cum in his mouth.

So fucking gross. Eddie loves it. He kisses you hungrily.

He grabs you by the waist and sets you down on the bed next to him, then stands, pushing the middle of your chest with one ringed hand so you fall back.

You look up at him from the bed through lowered lashes.

"How do you want me?"

"In the middle, sweetheart," Eddie says taking off his shirt, but leaving his boxers on for now.

You toe off your shoes and maneuver yourself to lie in the middle of the bed, placing your cuffed hands above your head.

"Like this?"

You bat your lashes.

"Just like that," Eddie replies, unable to keep the anticipation out of his voice.

He kneels on the bed next to you, deftly unbuttoning your shorts and drawing them down your legs.

There's a noticeable wet spot at the front of your silk and lace trimmed panties.

Oh.

"So wet for me already, baby." Eddie straddles your hips. "Do I turn you on? Ruining your panties for a loser like me? A freak like me?" Eddie leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear and then nipping at the lobe.

You don't reply, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. That's ok, he's willing to pick his battles. You'll be begging before the night is over.

His hands cup your tits through the fabric of your shirt--no bra, of course, but he wanted to double check just in case.

Eddie brings his face to your chest, thumb finding and flicking over a nipple. Pleased when it tightens beneath the fabric.

He kisses it, tongue licking out, and then drawing it into his mouth, dampening your shirt. You sigh and arch your back, pushing your chest into the touch. Eddie obliges, sucking harder, teasing the other nipple with the pad of his thumb, before bringing his hand down to your panties, fingers ghosting over the silk. He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and adds some pressure with his hand, just lightly petting you now.

Eddie stays like that for awhile, teasing and sucking at your clothed tits, stroking you over your panties, occasionally bumping your clit, but nothing to give you any really satisfaction, until you're squirming beneath him, trying to press your hips up against his hand, but Eddie only grins, intentionally moving his hand away when you do so.

He stares up at your heated expression.

"Something wrong?" He teases, feigning innocence.

You huff, frustrated.

"Are you going to get me off or what, Munson? Or probably you don't know how."

"Oh, you wanna cum princess?"

He watches you bite the inside of your cheek.

"You're gonna have to use your words and ask nicely."

Another huff.

"Fuck that, I'll just go home and finish it myself."

Eddie sits back and moves off of your hips.

"What are you doing?" You ask heatedly.

"You're free to leave," Eddie replies, calling your bluff, "should I take the cuffs off?"

You curse under your breath, all too aware of Eddie's gaze and grit your teeth.

"Please," you offer grudgingly.

"Please what? Take the cuffs off?"

He's enjoying this too god damn much, but the almost unbearable ache between your legs is enough to make you choke down a little pride, so you bite your lip.

"Please Eddie, please make me cum, I want to cum for you like the good little slut that I am," you say, pitching your voice to faux neediness, nearly mocking.

And Eddie doesn't care, it still sounds hot as fuck.

"Now, was that so hard?" Eddie practically purrs.

You're rewarded with Eddie resuming his place, straddle your hips once again, but lifting your shirt this time, exposing your tits.

He mouths at them roughly and places two fingers over your clit, still outside of your panties, but applying pressure now, rubbing tight little motions, and you half gasp, half moan with relief.

You're already so wound up from Eddie's teasing that you cum suddenly, panting and gasping, grinding up against Eddie's hand through your now ruined panties.

He barely gives you time to recover before he's yanking your panties down the length of your legs, then leans over to tuck them in between the mattress and the box spring.

"You are not keeping my panties."

"Oh I absolutely am." Eddie returns smoothly, and you don't have time to argue about it because he's pushing your thighs apart, making space for himself, slipping his shoulders beneath them and licking your pussy without hesitation.

He groans, nuzzling deeper to devour you. You can't help but moan and the sound goes straight to Eddie's cock, half hard again.

He slips two fingers into you and starts fucking you with them, hard. The rings on his long fingers half disappearing with every thrust. You bring your still cuffed hands down from over your head to bury in his hair as he licks and sucks at your clit, your thighs starting to clench. He angles his fingers slightly upward, hitting that spot repeatedly, still sensitive from your orgasm not even two minutes ago and Eddie doesn't relent, your fingers tightening in his hair when you cum again just as sharp and sudden as the first time, his name falling loudly from your lips--Eddie, not your usual sneery "Munson", but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

It's the sweetest thing he's ever heard and he's fully hard in his boxers, shifting his hips against to get some sort of friction but he doesn't stop finger fucking you until you're oversensitive and keening for him to stop. Only then does he pull his fingers out, gently kissing the inside of your thighs.

He shifts again on the bed and you think he's finally going to withdraw but he only returns to your pussy, lapping at you gently now, carefully aware of your oversensitivity and honestly you start to space out, kind of second hand high off of all the pot smoke lingering in the air, going lax, content to let him continue eating you out.

And Eddie can't get enough, the taste of you, the scent of you, thrilled with the thought of being behind enemy lines, your folds so wet and slick against his tongue, taking his time, mentally cataloging every caught breath and sigh. He wants you to cum again though so he begins licking and nuzzling with more intent. You still when at the touch of his fingers, but he's gentle this time, easing them in, lazily stroking and curling them.

You begin to feel that familiar ache. Eddie looks at you from between your thighs, eyes dark, knowing. He can be patient when he wants to be and right now he's being very patient, eyes slipping shut again as he quickens his motions and you start to grind against his face.

This time when you cum, it washes over you slowly and again Eddie laps at you until you're whimpering and oversensitive, pressing the heel of your hand against his forehead, trying to writhe away from him, but he wants to hear you say it so he continues.

"Eddie--Eddie, please," you say weakly.

There it is.

He finally stops, placing a last lingering kiss over your clit, and pulls his face away, resting his head on one of your thighs. His lips and chin wet and shiny.

For once there's silence between the two of you.

Eddie is however, painfully aware of his second hard on for the night and moves from between your legs. He reaches over, rummaging around in his nightstand drawer until he finds the handcuff key and undoes the cuffs, setting them to the side. He also reaches for a condom and your brows raise.

"I'm on the pill," you offer sugar sweet.

Eddie drops the condom back on the nightstand.

"So, how am I doing for a total loser? Still think I wouldn't know where to begin?" Eddie croons against your throat.

"Shut up," you reply, pushing a hand against his shoulder.

"Ready to take back what you said earlier?"

"You wish."

 Eddie only tsks in response.

"We're not even at the main event yet, Munson. It's taking you long enough."

He laughs now.

"That's right, princess. We're not even at the main event yet and I've already made you cum three times."

Eddie rocks back on his heels to take his boxers off before laying over you.

"Missionary? How vanilla of you, Munson," you taunt, although you hardly have the energy for anything else.

"Let's call it a litmus test, shall we?" He says rhetorically, lining himself up and thrusting into you, one, deep movement watching your mouth drop open.

One leg hooks around his waist and your hands roam over his shoulders and the expanse of his back.

He fucks you slow, kissing you languidly. It's nice--it's not something guys his age do very often or ever.

The head of his cock, the slide of him, feels so good, you kiss him back deeply, clinging to him.

"You wanna cum for me again?" Eddie says softly.

You pant out a "No".

"I'm sorry, that wasn't an actual question sweetheart," Eddie replies wicked as ever.

"You're the worst."

"Mmm, I am," he hums. "Just the worst, making you cum so many times for me. Have any of your prep boyfriends ever even made you cum? Or do you fake it for them?"

That manages to hit a little too close to home and your nails bite into his back.

"Fucking hate you," you exhale.

"Same here darling."

He's fucking you harder now, with the roughness you've imagined him capable of and when he kisses you, biting at your bottom lip, you cum again, blacking out as you clench weakly around him.

Eddie let's out a moan, almost a whine, white heat curling around his spine and spills inside you.

You stay entwined for long moments after. Eddie doesn't know if this is going to happen again and he wants to savor it. Finally he flops back on the bed next to you, breathless.

"Jesus," he sighs.

You lay limp on the bed, exhausted, trying to summon the will to move, but decide it can't hurt to lay here for a minute or two.

And then you're warm, everything is black, but you're warm and heavy. Something soft covers you, you try to turn over but you can't. There's something behind you, someone, their arm wrapped around your middle. This is hardly the first time you've woken in pre dawn hours in a strange bed, normally you disentangle yourself and go back to sleep, but you freeze when you realize whose bed this is.

It feels good, better than you would ever admit--warm, safe, secure. But you've been around long enough now to know how this goes and you feel suddenly empty.

"What the fuck, Munson? Are you trying to abduct me or some shit?" You ask, annoyed, moving his arm off of you and getting out of bed.

"Mmm, what?" Eddie responds half asleep, nuzzling against the pillow.

You're wearing his shirt from earlier, no idea when that happened.

Your eyes haven't adjusted and you click on the lamp on his nightstand so you can find the rest of your clothes.

"Hey, what?" Eddie says more awake this time, wincing away from the light.

"The fuck is this?" You ask motioning to his band shirt and the now empty space next to him on the bed.

"You passed out?" Eddie replies confused. "What? What's the problem?"

"I passed out so you thought I would just want to stay the night instead of trying to wake me up? You dressed me?"

Eddie gives a toss of his head. He's shirtless and his long hair falls over his bare shoulders.

"I just handed it to you, you put it on yourself when you were still half awake! And yeah, seeing as we just fucked each other's brains out, letting you be didn't seem outside the realm of possibility," he argues.

You sigh annoyed that you had let your guard drop, picking your shorts up off the floor.

"Fuck, sorry for trying to be nice I guess."  He apologizes sarcastically putting a hand up.

 You're willing to forgo your panties for time's sake. Shirt, drugs, shoes, keys.

"You gonna give it back?"

You're still wearing his shirt.

"Mine now," you answer cheerily. It's petty, you know.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Great." He replies tight lipped.

You turn heel and walk out of his room. Eddie watching you leave. The trailer door slams, your car starts outside. Eddie reaches over and clicks off the lamp with a huff.