#jesus FUCK I didn't expect to finish this tonight

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After Bradley finally breaks things off with his girlfriend just days before the start of a deployment, he expects a few lonely months of nobody writing to him or waiting for his return. But the fateful arrival of a package from a class of fourth graders learning about aviation changes everything.

Warnings: Fluff, language, breakup angst

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley had his duffle bag open on his bed, tidy stacks of his uniform components, flight suits, and underwear lined up next to it. He had his checklist in front of him. He liked to be as organized as possible.

"Are you even listening to me? I thought we were going out to dinner."

He looked up from his partially packed toiletry bag into the annoyed eyes of Vanessa where she stood on the other side of the bed. He was seven months into this relationship, and sometimes he wondered why either of them still bothered. She knew his routine by now. She knew what his deployments were like, but she had absolutely no patience for any of it.

"Ness, I'm leaving in four days. I just need to focus on this for a few minutes so I know what I need to buy before Wednesday, and then we can go out and eat."

"It's already seven o'clock. I thought you'd have finished packing by now," she replied with a pout and a glare. "Every nice restaurant is going to have a long wait now, because I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you didn't make a reservation anywhere."

He took a deep breath and let it out before pressing his lips together. What he really wanted was to order something for delivery, cuddle on the couch, watch a movie and have the first round of hot, goodbye sex. But she'd never go for it now. Apparently he'd already fucked up for the night. 

"No, I didn't make a reservation," he said calmly, and she rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. "I really don't even feel like going out. I'll be gone for months, stuck in a tiny bunk or a loud mess hall. I'd like to stay in tonight where it's quiet. Just me and you."

But she wasn't listening at all. "Let me see if Woodmere has any tables left," she muttered. "If not there, then I can try The Landmark." She looked as beautiful as she always did, but he couldn't even stand the sight of her right now.

"Ness. I want to stay in."

She groaned and looked him in the eye. "Of course you do. You always want to stay in. You always want to decompress or read a book. That's not healthy, you know that, right? I shouldn't have to force you out of your comfort zone all the time."

"Fuck," he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. His job was demanding, both mentally and physically. He usually preferred quiet over loud, because his own thoughts started to buzz when she dragged him out all over the place. And now she was glaring at him again. "Are you even going to miss me?" he asked softly, afraid of the answer. "You haven't said so one time since I told you about this deployment."

She heaved a deep and annoyed sigh. "You're deployed so frequently, Bradley, it's like you're the government's bitch. And if the Navy is going to insist upon eating up taxpayer money, the least they could do is pay you more."

His skin started to crawl as she went off about his career like always, but he'd honestly had enough. He raised his voice louder and asked once again, "Are you even going to miss me?"

Vanessa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course I'm going to miss you. What kind of question is that? I'll be bored every weekend, waiting for you to get back, like usual. I almost never go out when you're deployed."

Bradley's heart started to pound in a way that made his palms sweat and his stomach turn. "Jesus, Vanessa. I asked if you're going to miss me. Not miss going out every weekend."

When she hesitated for a beat, he reached out to brace his hand on his headboard. "Yes, Bradley. I am going to miss you. Okay? Happy?"

"Fuck, no. I'm not happy Vanessa." And that was the bottom line right there. The absolute truth. And it didn't hurt to say it, rather he immediately felt better. He knew he would miss the sporadic emails and the phone calls and the dirty pictures and the reunion sex. The upcoming weeks would be harder without those things to look forward to, but at least he'd come home to his own place where he could do what he wanted instead of what he was told. He wouldn't have to listen to her negativity. "I think we need to break up."

Her eyes went wide with shock. "Excuse me?"

Bradley let go of the bed and ran his hand over his face. "You heard me, Ness. This isn't working. For either of us."

"Don't call me Ness," she snapped, immediately turning toward his bedroom door. "You're not my boyfriend anymore." She paused briefly, just long enough to say, "Fuck you," and then she was gone. 

He sat on the edge of his bed for a couple minutes, but it didn't take long to sort through his feelings. The immediate sense of calm that he felt had him convinced he'd done the right thing. There was no shared living space. There was no ring. There was no real commitment. Maybe he'd always known why that was the case. 

So he packed up his bag and made a shopping list, and when his stomach started to growl, he ordered dinner for himself from his favorite restaurant. He didn't cry, and he didn't worry about having to do anything he didn't want to do.

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The first few weeks of his deployment were great. He spent a lot of time in the air, and he flirted a bit with some of the women who approached him in the gym on the aircraft carrier. He jerked off while he thought about whomever he fucking wanted to. He didn't spend very much time reflecting on his relationship with Vanessa other than to acknowledge that it wasn't much of a relationship at all. In the moments where he thought maybe he missed her, he realized he just missed the idea of having someone who cared about him.

He was about a month in when he realized the attractive woman who always touched his arm in the gym was actually married, and he was not all about that. He was also maybe kind of getting tired of masturbating which was a depressing thought. He was bored, and he was lonely, and other than randomly hooking up with someone, he figured his best bet was finding a book or something to read. 

When he made his way to dinner, he heard everyone talking about the helicopter that had landed on deck less than an hour ago stacked full of containers of mail. There was a line of officers trailing down the hallway adjacent to the mess hall, everyone waiting patiently to pick up parcels from their loved ones. Since Bradley had basically nobody who would think to write to him, he made his way toward the food instead. 

His tray was piled high with everything he could get his hands on, and when he looked for somewhere to sit, he had to deftly avoid that stacked lieutenant who had a husband at home. He found a table off in the corner and devoured his dinner alone. When he stood to drop off his empty dishes and tray, some petty officers entered the cavernous room to drop off unclaimed mail. 

"Harper, Jonathan! Pauley, Vincent! Dixon, Jennifer! Sutter, Wesley! Bradshaw, Bradley!"

He was more than a little intrigued as he made his way up along with a handful of others, and then a white envelope and a small cardboard box were thrust into his hands. The envelope was addressed to him by name in familiar chicken scratch that made him smile. He shouldn't have counted Natasha out, especially when his birthday was in a few days. 

He tore into the envelope as he made his way back to his bunk. It contained a very short letter along with a coupon for buy one get one free steak dinners at her favorite restaurant with a post-it stuck to the back. 

This is your birthday present. Now when you take me out for my birthday when you get home, you only have to pay half as much. You're welcome.

He snorted as he unlocked his bunk door and tossed everything from Nat onto the small nightstand. And then he examined the box. It wasn't addressed to him. Not really. It was addressed to 'A Deployed US Naval Aviator' in tidy handwriting. Then he noticed the return address was from an elementary school in Mira Mesa, and his curiosity got the best of him.

Bradley sat on the edge of his bed and tore gently into the packaging to find the box was jam packed with items and overflowing with envelopes. He tipped the box, and everything went cascading out onto his narrow bed. There were a lot of snacks, and a pack of trail mix caught his eye, making his stomach growl.

"I just fed you," he muttered but ripped into the snack anyway, dumping half of it into his mouth in one go. He was eyeing the envelopes carefully, each one distinctly unique. Some had names written on them, and some had little doodles or pictures, but they definitely seemed to be from a class of kids who went to the school. He sifted through them until he found a slightly larger, more official looking envelope which once again said To: A Deployed US Naval Aviator.

He finished his snack, silently thanking the class of kids and their teacher, and then he opened the big envelope. He pulled out a typed up letter which was folded around a few photos that slid onto his lap. Then he started to read.

Dear United States Naval Aviator,

First of all, thank you for your service. Second, let us introduce ourselves. We are one of the fourth grade classes from Mira Mesa Elementary School, and we have been learning all about aviation for the last month or so. We have combined our science, math and social studies classes into one unit all about flying, and we have learned so much. We really wanted to share some of what we learned with you in the hopes that you might be able to help us learn even more!

Each student in the class has included a letter filled with information and some questions. If you have some free time and are inclined to do so, we would love to hear back from you. (No pressure!) There are plenty of thoughtful questions that my students would appreciate more information about. (Once again, only if you want to!) And I for one would love to give them the chance to show off what they learned to a professional. (I'm just a proud teacher!)

Thank you very much for indulging our curiosity thus far, and we hope to hear back from you. I'll include my email address just in case you have any questions or would prefer to reply that way. Otherwise you can send mail directly to the address for the school along with my name, and it will get to us. We hope we are about to dazzle you with our letters, and we wish you well on your deployment.

Sincerely,

The best fourth graders you will ever meet along with their teacher

Bradley was chuckling as he finished reading. Of course he would take the time to look at all of the notes from the kids and send back a response. It wasn't like he'd be tied up talking to Vanessa. This little project would keep him busy when he had nothing else to do, and besides, this was the kind of shit he would have thought was outlandishly cool when he was a fourth grader himself. 

He read and reread the name and accompanying email address at the bottom of the page. This teacher sounded charming, and he'd only read three paragraphs from her. He flipped the page over to double check that she hadn't written anything more, already wishing she had. Then he picked up the photos that had landed on his thigh and started to flip through them.

First he saw a group of kids outside in the bright San Diego sunlight, lined up and throwing paper airplanes. Then he flipped to one where some of the kids were sitting at their desks building more elaborate planes out of pieces of foam. There was another photo of the class on some sort of field trip, but it was the last photo in the stack that had him sitting up a little taller and taking a closer look.

"Damn."

The kids were all lined up once again, wearing a rainbow of colors, some making silly faces. But his eyes caught on their teacher. On you. Smiling back at him from the photo like you had an amusing secret. Like you wanted to share it with him.

"Fucking gorgeous."

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And, we're off. Oh, he thinks we are cute. Oh, he is about to be charmed even more. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone a little bit with this one, and thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 2

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Poly!plastic x reader where the reader is a hockey player at northsore and its hockey szn so every player on the team has to where a suit for a big game coming up but the plastics think reader looks so fucking hot in the suit and might pull them away for a quick make out sesh 🌝 because who would let there girlfriend walk around looking that good without doing something 🤭

Time to Shine part 1

part 2 ||

|| poly!plastics x genderfluid!reader

|| Warnings; public make out session, flirting, pretty Regina focused, hinted at sex, swearing, short drabble, light smut

|| Summary; when reader shows up at school after practice in a suit, they're meet with three needy girlfriends.

Requests open!

Started; october 28th

Finished; october 28th

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Hockey season. You were hyped, you'd been waiting all year for this. This was your time to shine. When you came into school that afternoon wearing a suit after some practice before a big game, your girlfriends nearly lost it. They'd never seen you in a suit before and they definitely weren't complaining. Regina was the first to speak up about it when they walked over to you.

"Jesus Christ, come here." She practically purred, you swore there was more desire in her eyes than normal. Which made you smirk a little.

"What was that?" You couldn't help but tease your favourite blonde.

"Mama, you're going to come to school dressed like that and expect us not to drool? You're like- the definition of fetch right now." Gretchen couldn't take her eyes off you. You laughed a little and looked to Karen, whose eyes were wide and her mouth open.

"Sorry did you say something?" She blinked after a moment, Regina rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You looked to Regina, whose eyes were now narrowed at you and you grinned. Easily moving closer to her. She grabbed you by the collar of your suit and dragged you to the closest bathroom. The other two following eagerly behind.

When you got there, Regina shoved you into a stall and down onto the toilet before straddling your lap. Her hands cupped your cheeks as she caught your lips in a desperate, needy kiss.

Gretchen and Karen followed after; the four of you cramped up in one stall. While Regina kissed you, Gretchen and Karen kept themselves occupied with each other. Lips moving in sync. Luckily the bathroom happened to be empty, so nobody could hear the soft grunts and moans they made. Regina's hands went to your suit, working to pull it away from your shoulder and leave you in the button up. She broke the kiss, biting your lower lip to get a gasp out of you. Your eyes were already clouded over with desire.

"Fuck you're so hot in red.." Regina muttered, taking in the sight of your red button up. You grinned at her and leaned back.

"I look better without it." If she was going to flirt with you, you were going to flirt right back. She matched your grin and started getting the buttons undone, kissing at your neck. Gretchen came over and leaned up against Regina's back, giving you a deep kiss while Karen kissed at Gretchen's neck. More little moans echoed off the stall. How nobody could hear you you didn't know, you were just grateful the halls seemed to be empty.

The four of you only stopped because of the bell ringing, knowing that the bathrooms get pretty filled during transition times. Regina glared towards the ceiling, she really hated that bell.

"Fuck." She muttered, she looked to you and pointed her finger on your chest," you better keep that on tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." You gave her a joking salute, which got a laugh out of Karen. Knowing you were definitely in for a night.

[lotsoflola]

never ever ever - l. haechan [introduction]

summary: you've had your heart broken for the fifth time in two months, and however much you just want to spend the night crying, someone keeps interfering... genre: enemies to lovers warnings: swearing, reader sleeps around, harsh language, implied smut but nothing in this chapter wc: 1.1k author's note: this series is going to take a hot minute but here's the introduction for the first fic to keep you guys fed

"hi kun," you slurred, the liquor streaming in your bloodstream evident through the way you collapsed against the bar. your mind was foggy, your fingertips were tingling, and the far-too-revealing dress you was falling clung to your curves more than ever.

the bartender giggled, knowing his favourite regular, and finishing polishing the glass in front of him. "jesus, it's only eight. how are you this fucked already?"

you pushed yourself up, leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of cheap beer, throwing a fiver down on the table. "you know that guy i was seeing? in your frat?"

kun hummed, all too used to your antics. you were known across campus for being a flirt, for drinking too much and having fun with as many men as you saw fit. it was no surprise, you were drop dead gorgeous, with a body sculpted by aphrodite herself, and the personality to match. you were dangerous, and didn't you know it.

"yeah, i broke it up."

kun chuckled lightly. "surprise, surprise. come on, how long was that? a week?"

"two weeks, actually," you sighed, taking a large swig from your beer, "i don't know, he just wasn't exciting like that. got bored of him. so i ended it."

"so why isn't he the one drinking alone on a thursday night with a class at 9am tomorrow?" the bartender teased, earning a middle finger from the girl across from him.

"i'm allowed to be sad, kun," you finished the beer with your words, the bitter aftertaste refreshing on your tongue. you leant over the bar to grab another one, but were met with a hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, stopping you in her tracks.

he tutted under his breath. "i think you've had enough for tonight, honey."

honey. the nickname fell naturally from his lips. the one your parents used to call you when you was a child. the one you only let those close to you say because of the power it held. the one those special people only used in special scenarios due to the impact it had on you.

you knew it was stupid to care so much about a stupid nickname. god, you wished you didn't care so much about it. but the second those words left someones lips you were putty in their hands. that's why you only let those you cared about say it.

"pissed on a week night already? i expected better from you, honey. didn't you only date that guy for a week?"

those you cared about. and him.

lee haechan was the new hot thing on campus, throwing himself at girls as much as he could and becoming the hot topic on their tongue as he wowed them in bed. at least that what he claimed, you had never spoken to any of these girls with enough time to discuss his ability in bed, not that you would ever bring it up. words could not describe how much you hated him.

"shut up, haechan. no one fucking asked for your opinion," you spat, still attempting to grab another beer while you wrestled with kun.

the young boy laughed, sitting on the stool next to you. "such nasty words from such a pretty face, can't tell me that hendery fucked you up that badly."

his words always got to you, always nestled under your skin in a way that no one else did, no one else could. "don't know why you always feel the need to get involved."

"don't know why you always end up a shitty mess after dating a guy for three days-"

"okay, okay, come behind the bar, there you go," kun manouvered you around the bar, sensing the tension and not wanting to see where it would end up.

your and haechan's rivalry was well known across campus, since freshman year you had made your distate of the man known. you were in the same business class, and every single lesson he spent somehow teasing or testing you, and when he got your number it was somehow worse.

"honestly, you would think you had matured by now, been about three years of passing through men for about three weeks each before slagging them off and dating their best friends, or maybe some people are just sluts and can't help-"

"fuck off, hyuck," kun snapped, physically holding you back at this point, one hand wrapped around your waist as he forced you down onto the stool behind him, giving you a glass of water in a poor attempt to sober you up. "fight her another day."

"not looking for a fight," haechan's voice was aggrevatingly smooth, as if he wasn't lying through his teeth, "just speaking the truth. if she can't handle that, then that's on her."

"lee donghyuck, i swear to-"

kun finally snapped, covering your mouth with his hand before turning to the smirking man in front of you. "get out, haechan."

"kun," he whined, face suddenly dropping, "cmon i was joking."

but the bartender didn't back down, pointing towards the door with his spare time. "she's not doing good right now, get out."

"you're losing a paying customers business," he sighed, but complied with the older gentleman, sending you a flying kiss before getting up to leave the bar. "night, doll."

you held your middle finger up at him, but you could feel yourself getting sleepier in kun's hold, and before you knew it you were struggling to keep your eyes open, body slumped against the wall as your eyeslashes fluttered.

"gonna kill him," you mumbled to yourself, drunk and delirious.

kun laughed, wandered over to you and patting you gently on the head. "who, hyuck?"

"yeah. fucking hate him."

"i don't think you do," kun knelt on the floor in front of you, meeting your eyeline. it was a quiet night, and all he could do was look after his friend. "i think you guys secretly like each other. maybe even love."

you scoffed, letting an assortment of drunk laughs and hiccups emerge from your mouth. "love him?! you're crazy, kun."

"trust me. i just know these things."

"i will never love him," you stated, words sounding very defintiive, even as you were dozing off, "never ever ever."

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 8

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] Part 8:

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (3k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Masturbation, Fingering, Pegging, Thigh Riding, Fluff, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

(by popular demand and because I think I learnt something about myself lmao)

You walked inside the apartment after a night out with your friends that had left you a little tipsy. It was late and everything was dark. You took your shoes off and padded around, hoping you didn't wake up Carmy.

As you approached the bedroom you could hear some rustling and humming inside. You cracked the door open a little. With the glow of the moon and the streetlights you could make out the silhouette of Carmy lying in bed, hair damp from the shower and head tilted back in pleasure. A soft moan escaped his lips.

You smiled. It wasn't the first time you had walked in on him masturbating. Sometimes it would happen that he would get back from work, find you sleeping and touch himself beside you - you had woken up twice for the end of it, sleepily kissing his face and saying how good he had been, and falling back asleep. Another time in the shower, you walked in and helped him finish. He had seen you too a couple of times - one had ended with his head between your legs. Bottomline, it wasn't an issue - more often than not it was a serious turn on. And so you leaned on the doorframe, quiet and careful not to interrupt Carmy, looking at how beautiful he looked in the pale moonlight. Except he turned over and instead of seeing him holding his cock like you expected, you saw him curling two fingers inside his asshole, all digits shiny with lube, his back arching in pleasure as he got on all fours.

"Fuck," he whined, a strong exhale followed by your name.

You pressed your thighs together, your heartbeat racing, enjoying the sight more than you ever thought you would.

Carmy kept arching into himself and you recognized the frustration of not being able to reach your climax. After some moments of thought you decided to walk in.

"Carm," you said, your voice low. "Can I help?"

"Fuck," he uttered, slightly surprised. He was sweaty and desperate and it stirred something inside you. "Fuck, sorry, you don't have to-"

"I know, I want to."

He handed you the bottle of lube and you warmed it up in your right hand, coating every finger. With your left hand, you tugged on his wrist, prying the fingers that were deep inside him, out.

"Please, please," he begged.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you," you leaned over, kissing the base of his spine, the pretty dimples he had there. Carmy keened once every finger was out and you soothed his back and waist, appreciating the view from this angle you rarely enjoyed. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," it was an ongoing agreement between you two but it was always nice to remind each other, especially when he was as desperate as this.

"Yes," he panted.

Carefully, you inserted your index and middle fingers, following what he had been doing before - your hands were smaller anyway. The sharp moan he let out was unlike any sound you had ever heard him make and it electrified you down to your toes.

"Holy shit, Carmy," you mumbled.

You were cautious, going slow, knuckle by knuckle,  but he thrust back into your hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he cursed, and started fucking himself into your fingers, squeezing, his back muscles flexing. "Thank you, thank you."

After a while of that, his rhythm started faltering and that frustrated sound came back, you leaned over and whispered:

"Tell me how you want it."

Carmy exhaled, stopping mid-thrust to recover his breath.

"Can you- shit, fuck- can you move your fingers?"

"Like you do with me?" you asked, remembering the delicious waves his fingers made inside you.

"Exactly like that," he chuckled and leaned back to caress your forearm.

You moved your fingers like he asked, changing the rhythm until it was something Carmy enjoyed. Your wrist cramped, unaccustomed to the motion, and when you shifted and started over, Carmy let out a cry of absolute bliss.

"Oh," you marveled, trying to touch the same spot again.

"Right fucking there, please, please, please..." he begged and you were so happy to give him everything he wanted. Your underwear was soaked with the noises he was making.

"You're doing so good, Carmy," you said.

His hand reached behind to touch you, anything, your thigh, your arm, and squeeze the hell out of it while his asshole clenched around your fingers.

"I'm so close," he fell face forward, his ass up as you kept hitting that same spot. "Feels so good."

Some primal part of you awoke, and you leaned forward to grab his hair and pull on it, not too hard, just enough to push him over the edge.

"Jesus, fuck, holy shit," he said, followed by some unintelligible noises that were probably curses too, and he came hard - shaking and panting.

You smiled, keeping your fingers in there and moving until he asked you to stop. You kissed his dimples again and went inside the bathroom to wash your hands and get some wipes. Gently, you moved Carmy to lie on his side and cleaned his ass, and the mess of cum on his stomach and chest. You laid beside him on the bed, him stark naked and you fully clothed.

"Baby, baby, baby," he mumbled, his eyes glazed and fucked out, caressing your thigh, beckoning you closer so he could kiss you. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Thank you."

You kissed him deeply, passionately, with all the hunger he had made you feel while you fingered him. Then you pressed a chaste peck on his jaw.

"What're you sorry for, Carm?" you asked softly.

"I didn't mean to force you to-"

"You didn't force me. You've never forced me to do anything," you said, carding your fingers through his hair. "I don't think you have it in you, Berzatto," you teased.

He smiled lazily.

"How'd this all come up?" you asked after a while, still caressing his face and hair.

He reached over you to his bedside table and handed you the sex book you had gifted him months and months ago when you first started fucking. The covers were worn in and there were several dog eared pages; one was on prostate stimulation.

"I know you meant it as a joke," he smiled bashfully. "But it got me thinking- And I wanted to try it out myself before saying something," he explained. "Didn't mean to leave you out of it or anything."

You kissed him again, tenderly this time. It was such a vulnerable thing and he was willing to share it with you. You caressed his shoulders and chest.

"So did you like it?" you asked against his lips.

Carmy nodded. "It was fucking fire."

"Well, I thought it was unbelievably hot too, so..." you confessed.

Carmy hummed softly, almost purring as he leaned forward to kiss you. His hands teased at the belt loops of your jeans, inching closer and closer to the button and zipper.

"There's no need, Carm," you whispered; you could tell he was completely wiped out.

"I want to. I want to," he got rid of your jeans and underwear with shaky hands. "I'm just gonna say thank you real quick."

He went down your body and placed himself between your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders.

"Oh, you really thought it was hot," he gasped, the proof of it glistening right in front of him.

"I wouldn't lie about that," you chuckled, already bucking your hips at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

"Good," he said.

He closed his eyes as he licked and sucked and kissed you, giddy and glowing from his orgasm. You let go, enjoying all of it, caressing his face and feeling the tight knot of anticipation in you unravel fast. You came with a sigh, gently grinding on his nose, feeling weightless.

Carmy climbed back up, and put his head on his hand. He looked at you.

"What is it?" you asked, smiling.

"Would you-" he turned away for a moment, embarrassed. "Would you ever consider- uh- fucking me?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel the fire in your lower belly reigniting.

"I'll definitely think about it, Carm."

~

You knocked on the backdoor to the restaurant and Richie opened it, backpack in tow.

"Hey, there," he greeted you, kissing your cheek, and let you in. "Mr OCD is almost done with his deep clean."

The kitchen was almost empty. Syd was picking up her stuff - with a smile and a roll of her eyes she pointed to where Carmy was, kneeling and scrubbing.

You had seen him clean the floor before, except now finding him on his knees reminded you of a few nights before when he was on all fours, keening with every move your fingers made, arching his back...

"Oh, hey," he looked up and smiled at you. "Why are you here? You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, trying to hide the blush on your face with your scarf. "You said you'd meet me like half an hour ago, is all."

Carmy tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

"That can't be right," he turned to the clock. "Shit. Syd's still here?"

"She just left."

"I'm sorry, lost track of time," he got up and started picking everything up.

Once every light was off, you stood there in the doorway waiting for him. He had to scoot close to you to get through; your eyes wandered over his body.

"What?" he chuckled.

"Just thinking about how good you look on your knees," you flirted.

He laughed and kissed you hungrily against the doorframe.

"I'll do it. I'll fuck you whenever you want," you said, your cold hands finding the skin of his waist. "I mean it."

He ground against you, humming with pleasure.

"Fuck," his voice was hoarse. "Next week okay?"

"Next week works for me," you said playfully before licking his lower lip.

He kissed you one last time before he pulled away to lock the door. You shivered a little in the Chicago cold and Carmy put an arm around you.

~

Carmy guided you to stand by the bed; he sat in front of you, caressing the side of your hips and thighs, something adoring in his gaze.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice breathy with nerves and need.

"Okay."

He placed a kiss in the valley between your breasts, inhaling you deep, and then leaned sideways to retrieve the harness from his bedside table. He secured the strap on carefully to your hips. You watched him work, the way his hands moved over and around you, the way his eyes lit up when he looked up at you. You cupped his face.

"And you? You sure?" your thumb circled his cheekbone.

He smiled and kissed your palm. "Yeah."

You finally took your eyes off of him and glanced at the dildo. Carmy had chosen it. It was on the shorter and slimmer side, which was a relief in a way - the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him in the heat of the moment. You touched the side of it experimentally.

"All good?" he asked, tilting his head.

"A little weird," you replied honestly. You took a step further between his legs, your nails scratching gently at his muscled back. "Want to make you feel good so bad," you said in a raspy voice.

"Fuck," Carmy groaned when you pushed him gently to lay on the bed.

"On your hands and knees," you told him, the thrill of anticipation made you feel less self conscious about taking control.

He rushed to obey, turning his back towards you, letting you see the butt plug he had placed inside himself before you came home. He was nervous about stretching himself in front of you, he had said.

"Let me know if I can help next time," you said softly, one hand soothing the small of his back and the other holding a bottle of lube. "I mean if you- If we like it, you know?"

"Next time," he agreed, his voice breathy. "Didn't want to blow my load before you even put the strap on is all."

You giggled. "It would have been kinda hot." He huffed in response.

Your hands settled on his waist, bracing as you kneeled on the bed behind him.

You poured a huge amount of lube on your hand, letting a dollop of it fall on Carmy's ass, making him hiss a little from the cold, while you covered the dildo in it.

You tugged on the butt plug, a mess of lube gathering on the base of it already, making it glide right out as Carmy made a drawn out, low sound.

"Fuck," you whispered, heart hammering inside your chest. You lined up the dildo. "Slow at first, okay?"

"Yes, please, just- please," he begged and you knew the harness would need some serious washing once you were done with how turned on you were getting. It was everything: Carmy's pleading voice, his back muscles flexing, the excitement of making him feel good, the nervousness of trying something entirely new...

You pushed inside him.

"Oh, fuck," he said in a hoarse voice. You could see his legs trembling as he contained the impulse of leaning back on you too quick. You moved gently, carefully, inch by inch until you bottomed out. "Fuck, yes!" he let out.

You stayed still for a while, letting him get accustomed to the stretch, listening to him breathe deep, something like a growl trapped in the back of his throat.

"Okay?" you asked caressing his sides, from his waist up to his ribs and back, soft skin scribbled with ink.

"Yeah," he sighed. "You can move now."

You leaned back and forth, holding his waist. He only hummed softly - it wasn't good, not yet. You tried shifting a little to find a less awkward position.

"You make this look so easy," you complained after a while, struggling to get comfortable.

Carmy laughed and you joined him.

"You showed me what to do," he said, reaching behind to touch your hand reassuringly. "But some of it was- I don't know- instinct I guess..."

And you knew what he meant. There came a moment in sex where something took over, when your hips moved with a will of their own.

"Hey. It's okay," he reassured you. "Pretty sure that if you just stayed there and talked dirty for a minute I would still come."

You giggled and the vibrations made Carmy moan a little, that delicious sound you loved so much. You had to at least try.

"Mind if we change it up a little?" you leaned over to place a kiss on his spine. "You on your back so I can see you?"

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds- yeah," he agreed breathily.

With you between his open legs, it wasn't all that different from when you were riding him. You could see Carmy close his eyes in pleasure as you finally found a rhythm.

"Fucking- that's so good, so fucking good, baby," he said and the praise went right down to your pussy, the mere friction of the harness making you moan in unison with Carmy. One of your hands gripped the mattress while the other held tight to his side, that bit of skin between the V of his stomach and his hip. He was sweating and heaving underneath you.

"Fuck. You look so fucking hot, Carm, holy shit," you blurted out. It made him smile and reach for your hand. His touch was gentle, grateful, even as he let out a growl from deep inside his chest.

You shifted your hips a little, trying to keep the strap on in place and Carmy exhaled shakily.

"Right there," he squeezed your wrist. "Right fucking there. Please, please, please..."

"I got you, Carm, I got you,"

You kept hitting that spot until he was writhing on the bedsheets, reaching for the edge of the bed, and arching his back. There were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Please keep going," he whined.

You scratched his skin, the sinful sounds you two were making spurring you on.

"Look at you! You're wonderful, you're perfect, Carm."

"Fuck you," he said without bite. He was meeting your thrusts desperately. "You can't say shit like that when I'm so close."

"Oh, I think it's the perfect moment to say shit like that," you replied, fucking him faster, whispering sweet nothings between each thrust: "You're gorgeous. And you're being so good, Carm, so good..."

"I- I'm-" was all he could say before he came with a long groan - hands in his hair, neck arched, veins pulsing.

If the sounds he was making were any indication, he was coming harder than he ever had, and the thought made you shiver with satisfaction. You stopped moving and he exhaled heavily.

"What the fuck was that?" he was panting and smiling, sweaty like he had run for miles.

You caressed his thighs, your eyes wandering over his chest and stomach, and the trail of dark hair that went down his navel - all covered with cum.

"Good?" you asked with a proud grin.

"I think I died for a minute there, baby," he said like it was the highest praise. And maybe it was.

"I'm going to pull out, get you cleaned up," you said softly after a couple of minutes. He nodded dreamily, letting out a grunt once the dildo was out.

You were thorough and gentle, kissing and caressing as you wiped his skin with a wet cloth. It took a little while with how messy you had been with the lube situation and how hard Carmy had come.

"Look," he gestured at the scratches you left on his hip, bright red lines on pale skin.

"Shit, sorry" you leaned over to kiss them too. "Does it hurt?"

"A little. I kinda dig it though," he said with a smirk. "Might get a tattoo there later," he teased, and you had to silence a needy, embarrassing sound.

You climbed up his body and kissed him, all tongue and fervor, your fingers buried deep in his curls. You had taken the harness off and arousal was wetting the inside of your thigh.

"Please tell me we'll do this again," you said against his lips.

"You liked it too?" he asked, a little surprised.

"I'm fucking soaked, Carm," you confessed, too tired to try to be delicate about it. "Loved making you feel that good, cum that hard..."

He hummed contentedly, tracing lines on your back with his fingers. "Any notes?"

"I might have to use a toy when we're done next time but other than that, no," you said honestly.

"Not now?" he asked, frowning.

Before Carmy, you were okay with going to bed frustrated, or rubbing your clit furiously in the bathroom to get a quick orgasm after some mediocre sex. This wasn't that. It was fucking great sex. However-

"I don't want to move," you replied, snuggling closer to Carmy's side.

"Oh, I get that," he chuckled; it was a weary sound, he was struggling to stay awake.

You felt so warm and comfortable. You didn’t want to break the lovely snowglobe of tenderness you were both in to grab a fucking toy from the drawer.

After a moment of thought, Carmy angled one of his legs in your direction, his muscular thigh now between your own. He nudged upwards, smearing your arousal on his own skin, silently proposing a solution to your problem.

"Can I-?" you asked anyway, your hips moving forwards, a shaky exhale leaving your lips when your clit touched his skin.

"Mhmm," he nodded, capturing your lips in a kiss, drowning your moans as you started riding his thigh in earnest.

You were so worked up it didn't take long, a few frantic thrusts and you were shaking and rolling your eyes.

"Carm," you gasped, and he held you through it, one hand on the small of your back and the other caressing your face. His half lidded eyes stared as you finally came, shivering in his hold.

"Thank you," he whispered between kisses. "I mean it. You were- It was everything."

You smiled groggily.

"I loved it. I loved it, Carm," you repeated. "I love you," you managed to say before falling asleep, safe in his arms.

~

@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

[slashingdisneypasta]

Chucky Lee Ray x Reader || Drabble

Plot: When you come home from a really terrible date who definitely expects to be invited in, you do something Kinda Sneaky... and say you live with your brother and, oops! You forgot your key!!- and knock on the apartment next to yours, acting like this one is yours. Chucky's apartment.

Warnings: N/A.

Knock knock. No answer.

Knock knock knock. No answer.

Humming nervously, because why the hell why isn't he answering?? Please be home, Chucky, p l e a s e- "He must have his headphones on, the dumbass." You throw back to your date, Hank, rolling your eyes like 'brothers, huh?'.

"Hey, if you cant get it, you can always come back to my place?"

"Oh thats nice of you- " Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock-

"Bro!" You exclaim in a loud, totally-fake greeting as soon as the door flies open and reveals Charles Lee Ray, looking as if you just woke him up, his hair in his dark eyes and a beer-stained, moth-eaten white t-shirt on that completely washes him out and makes him look like Samara Morgan (Sweet jesus, if you weren't so desperate to get away from Hank, you would be terrified of this nightmare look). His face twists into grumpy, tired confusion but before he can ask you what the hell you're talking about- you slip your arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. "Play along." Dear god, play along.

When you pull back, a hostage-smile pasted to your face standing there with Hank behind you looking bored and annoyed (And wearing a stained t-shirt of his own- under a date blazer), the cranky frown on his face upturns into a smirk. Oh~

You hope to god thats a good smirk and your annoying neighbour is not about to screw you.

Its not like Hank is dangerous, or t h r e a t e n i n g, at all- no. He's fine. But after 4 hours of talking about his fucking car, and The Big Bang Theory (How funny Howard Walowitz is in the first seasons and how misunderstood he is with women- jesus), and meeting his mother at the start-- you are DONE!!

DONE!! FINISHED!

You're up to hear with him and Chucky, as annoying and rude as he is, suddenly feels like a great alternative! At least if you went out with him tonight, you might've gotten a good buzz out of it. Hank took you to a Chuck E Cheese, and he didn't bring a flask.

When Chucky leans against the door and makes room for you to slip by, smirking dangerously at your date, you happily go into his apartment. You never wanted to get in there so bad, before. You never wanted to go in there, period, before today. But now it feels like sanctuary. "So... you're the guy that took out Y/N tonight."

Oh no- he's still talking. Why on earth is Chucky still talking-

"-Yeah thats him!" You cut in, before flashing Hank a bright smile and a waive. "I had a great time- bye Hank!" Please go. Please go. Please go now-

Before your date can leave and you can never see him again, Chucky stops him- and when you glance at his face, you can see an even broader, more mischievous smirk on him. Oh no. "Hold on there, man, wait. I gotta make sure you're alright, don't I??"

"No, bro, you don't." You say pointedly, making Chucky turn that nefarious, lascivious grin onto you for a moment.

"Hehe... I think I do."

Through grit teeth, you beseech him. "Fight the urge." Or, well- beg him. You're begging. You're absolutely begging.

Because wherever Chucky is going to take this, is not going to be good, especially with that evil twinkle in his pale blue eyes. "What kinda brother would I be if I didn't check him?"

"The best brother in the world."

"Ahhhhh... you're just sayin' that. Hey Hank- " When you both turn back to the hallway and see that Hank is, actually, gone-- you're equally baffled and relieved. Thank god, but... when did he leave??? Chucky, on the other hand, pouts. "Damn. ... Maybe he wasn't that into you."

While rolling your eyes, you catch sight of a black object plainly sticking out of Chucky's pyjama pants. "Or maybe he saw the gun tucked into your pants! Is that loaded!??"

"... no."

"No!??" That did not sound definitive!!

"Well yeah, of course it is. But here's the thing, doll. Guess what?" You're about to ask a put-out and huffy 'what?', when Chucky pulls the door to his apartment abruptly closed; standing far too close to you and looking at you in that lecherous Chucky-way that makes you feel so small and squirrelly. Wait- "Look at that?~ You're all mine, all of a sudden~ Hehe,"

As you stand there, half scared/half... something else, you wonder dumbly how and when did you lose control of this situation-

[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn't matter,” 21

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

PART 20

"Fucking rain." Katsuki cursed out and we watched the traffic in front of him while accusing the rain.

Why does it have to rain this hard on this day? It seems like even nature is against him which pisses him more.

Minutes had gone by and the vehicles were barely moving. This is causing Katsuki to lose his patience.

Without a beat, he took a U-turn and headed straight to where he could temporarily park his car. He can just call his assistant to pick it up for him. He'll just pay additional. With that, he left his car parked in front of a restaurant and just left.

Rain is one of his quirk's weaknesses. Fuck, he hates the rain. Which means he can't fly. That leaves him no choice but to walk just to get to you. So he did.

...

The news didn't mention it will shower tonight. Which is why you don't sometimes believe the weather forecasts. On the other hand, the sound of the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against your roof relaxes you for some reason. It gives you this feeling of peace despite the downpour it may cause.

Sitting alone on your sofa, holding a hot cup of tea, snuggling into your blanket while watching TV, this is what you always wanted. Boy, you were glad you finished your job.

Someone had to ruin it, of course. A loud knock jolted you from your comfort.

This made your eye twitch.

'Who could this be?' you thought to yourself as you placed your cup on the center table and untangled yourself from your comfortable blanket which seemed to be calling you.

The stranger once again knocked on your door. More louder this time.

"Yes, yes. I'm coming." You said and swung your door open.

Your anger suddenly evaporated once you saw who it was.

"Bakugo!" You shriek. "Jesus! Let me get you a towel!" Immediately, you took off to your room, leaving your entrance wide open for him to come in. "What has gotten into you? Do you want to get sick?" Y/n said.

You were worried okay?

Y/n didn't even let him talk since she draped the towel on him and unconsciously helped him dry himself.

"I swear, Bakugo. You'll be the death of me." Y/n muttered focused on her task.

Meanwhile, Katsuki didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. Heck, he didn't even expect you to do this to him.

He didn't know what to think anymore.

Slowly, he raises a hand and places it gently on your cheek, earning you to halt.

"Bakugo?..."

His next action took you off guard.

You can see him leaning down.

You can't move. You won't move. You don't want to move.

"Bakugo.." Y/n whispered before Katsuki fully placed his lips against hers.

His lips were cold but Y/n didn't care.

Her lips were trembling but Katsuki didn't care.

The kiss is slow and passionate as they both keep up with the momentum of their motion.

Katsuki stroked her cheek with his thumb and slid an arm around her waist trying to calm her fragile body from trembling.

He can feel her nervousness through her lips, the way they tremble as she tries and follow his lead.

Eventually, he felt you pulling back. Katsuki slowly pulled lips away but never planned to fully pull himself away from you.

You were still speechless as your brain processed what just happened.

"B-bakug-

"Katsuki."

You blinked.

"Call me Katsuki." You heard him say.

"K-katsuki..." You muttered looking straight at him. "I-i.."

"I wanted to apologize," Katsuki said. This is exactly what he came for.

And for something else.

"I- fuck." He cursed, making you giggle.

You can see how hard this is for him.

"Don't laugh at me." Katsuki scowled. "I'm fucking trying to apologize."

"I'm sorry. Please proceed." You giggled.

"Never mind." Katsuki tsked and pulled away from you.

You responded by giggling once again.

“Stop fucking giggling. This isn’t even funny.” Katsuki snarled at you.

“I just find this amusing, Katsuki.” You smiled. “And I forgive you. What you did was quite painful, but I know there’s a reason behind it.”

Katsuki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could you forgive him that easily? Even though you didn’t know his reasons, you were forgiving him.

You wanted to know the reason, of course. But right now, that incident was already in the past and it’s better to just move on. It did hurt you like hell, you were still confused. But you’re positive Katsuki will eventually explain himself to you when he’s ready.

“I’ll prepare a warm bath for you.” You said as you look at him. “I’ll try to look for something that would fit you.”

“You don’t have to.” Katsuki said and started drying his hair.

“I insist.” You spoke. “You can close the door behind you. We don’t want the cold breeze to come in.”

Not letting him respond, you then proceed to your bathroom where you cover the drain in your bathtub, switched the water heater on and let the water run until it fills the tub.

You are well aware that Katsuki would just stop you from doing this for him, so when you exited your bathroom, you ignore his voice, calling for you and just head straight to your room looking for your few oversized shirts and shorts.

No. This isn’t from your ex-lovers. You just find these kinds of clothing comfortable especially when its your lazy day.

‘This will do.’ You thought to yourself and went back downstairs.

“I guess this will fit you, Katsuki-“

You paused in the middle of your sentence when you made a mistake to look at him.

There he was completely topless, back facing you while seemingly trying to take his belt off.

Katsuki who heard your voice simply turn his head to look at you.

You were in daze.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He smirked when he saw your reaction.

PART 22

This is really short but I do hope you guys still like it. Thank you so much for waiting. 😘

[allwormdiet]

Hive 5.9

Don't worry everyone, dragons are notoriously easy to defeat with little harm done, right?

Taylor's attempt at bravado is very humorous, if dramatically misplaced

Also Sundancer I'm so sorry you have to catch up so fast on Skitter stuff, but this is what you deal with in Brockton Bay

I dunno Taylor, I get that the objective here is that the ABB gets taken down, but are you sure the correct answer here doesn't involve Kaiser getting his stupid pointy ass cooked inside that armor?

Snark aside, this isn't a fully incorrect complaint to have about a teammate who's like. Not fighting. On a mission where you kinda all gotta fight. Like I know why Sundancer's not doing it, but that didn't get explained in much detail to anyone else

Skipping the part where Kaiser does his thing because he's a fucking Nazi and he doesn't get called "cool" or "interesting" he gets called a fucking Nazi

What I'd give for the shoe to be on the other foot here, but alas

Taylor, I love the noble intentions thing, your dedication remains as admirable as ever, however: he's a fucking Nazi. You're not spinning the "it's bad to murder people" idea this time.

Yeah yeah yeah! There we go! Use the friendly fire power while the Nazis are in the blast zone! Perfect! Sundancer I forgive everything, you're great

please don't make me eat those words later

Jesus fucking Christ that is hot

Guess that's proof Lung isn't totally immune to fire though

Yeah that

Fucking Nazi scumbag idiot.

Kaiser dies, right? There's no way he comes out of this story in one piece. I hope it's undignified. I hope his own spikes pin him in the Family Guy death pose.

What a great fucking sell on this moment, Jesus Christ

Oh no.

Ohhh no.

Taylor you are so fucking brave and that is a problem

Ho-ho-holy fuck this is so dire, it's great but also horrific.

See, yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the mistake that's gonna keep getting made here, and I'm pretty sure Lung's not even gonna get the worst of that. He's, y'know, still alive by the end of this.

Totally forgot about Newter's hallucinogen the first time I was reading this fight. So fucking cool as a detail.

So I joked back in Arc fucking 1 that either Lung was going to keep getting his eyes fucked up or Taylor was going to keep going for the eyes. I didn't expect to get more data for those at the same fucking time, but here we are I guess

God that's nasty, also incidentally not how eyeballs would come out, learned that by hanging around discussions of Naruto's plug-and-play magic eyes

(Short version is that the eye tissue would give up before the optic nerve would, so any eyes you yanked out would be. Less than whole.)

Oh thank God, I'd wondered about that actually

Nazi capes fuck off!! You tell em Taylor

If this isn't the vibe of Taylor interacting with other capes outside the team, I'll eat my hat.

Current Thoughts

Hoooooooly shit what a fucking chapter

What a fight, what a display, what an interwoven dance of stupid and clever and desperate and resolute

Taylor is only getting more brutal over time and I think she's gonna notice the blood on her hands (literal or otherwise) even less as she goes

Leaving it here for tonight, finish the arc tomorrow and keep this train a-rolling.

[ikeepittomyself]

Hi, 👋🏽☺️🥀🍂

Just writing this to pin it and update it when I can 👍🏽

Okay — If you by some reason stumbled into my account, hi 👋🏽☺️.

My name is A :)

This blog was practically created to mirror all of my other blogs together, however, in a more I don't really care who stumbles across my blog. This will be my outlet to vent and curse at God, and myself. Does God have any faults in my life? Absolutely not, but I'm still angry at Him. There's so much hollowness, despair, and self immolation brimming inside me. I'm still keeping it in check. I know Jesus Christ loves me, He loves you as well. I love Him. However, something in me just wants to talk to Him with all this sadness that just recently appeared. My birthday is this September and I hate that I've suddenly felt this blanket of bleakness trying to cover me. Why does He allow this sadness to keep visiting me. I am tired of fighting it. Haven't you taken enough from me?

That being said — I WON'T ALLOW MYSELF TO SUCCUMB TO THIS. I owe it to myself, my friends, family, my future partner, kids, and life in general to be the best fucking version of myself so I can love them the way their intended to be loved. I will overcome these last two weeks of a slump I've been. I WILL BE OKAY. ☺️

Things to expect here: a bunch of everything, including nsfw text posts and reblogs. I'm a horny, desperate, lonely, maybe disgusting, and clueless guy. I'm not ashamed of that anymore.

I will most of the time be talking to myself in the tags and also stating a lot "you" as well as I will be daydreaming like a loser to my future partner on certain posts. If you're reading this, please understand I'm just talking to myself and my imaginary future partner.

It's crazy, I know, but I'm damn on the edge right now so whatever. I'm sure overtime I will grow out of it.

I don't know if I should share a little bit about myself here? Besides there's not much to say about myself.

If this blog gives you the ick, you don't like me following you and reblogging from you, or just don't like, or want my presence in your note, PLEASE feel free to block me or ask me to stop and unfollow you. I will with the utmost respect be okay with being blocked or asked to unfollow. Protect your space.

Lastly, if you have any questions or anything, please feel free to ask away. I'm an open book. Heck if you want tell me off, call me pathetic and a loser, that's okay as well. It won't affect me as much tho. No one has been more cruel to me than myself.

Okay, as I start posting original text posts, posts, and selfies, I will add them to the tag so it can always be easily accessible.

Thank you so much for your time. I really didn't think I'd finish this tonight haha. I guess the energy boost I got from passing my exams helped 😄

Okay ✌🏽

[behindbrowneyezz]

It's funny how time changes things isnt it? One minute you're super close to everyone around you, you're busy with work, extra activies, extra chores, maybe you try to sleep in an extra few days that month...then before you know so many things have changed. I feel bad that tomorrow is Indys birthday tomorrow and no one is really trying to hang out. I just feel like over the last year shes done nothing but expect us all to do what SHE wants...now everyone's tired and dont want to go and spend a ton of money on a night out when we can be at home doing the same for not even half the price. I love her, but life is hard as it is. WHY can't she be a better friend to us all? I'll never get it. Weve all been so nice to her as well and i think she just MUST have control, but the thing is we all just want to be able to be ourselves. I feel bad, i feel like Sarah is always going to break down and do what she wants...even Fernando. Im pretty sure that's why she gets upset with me, because the second i feel like youre trying to be in control of me..or make me feel less then, i just wont come around. Its actually that simple for me. I have such a hard time being around most women that are older then me. I also feel like mr. dub is literally constantly lying to me. I cant stand it. Ive never met someone so exhausting to be around besides my own blood relatives. i suppose that's used to draw me to him. I used to love how much he reminds me of my father. ..now all it does is stress me out. Its a drag actually. Looking back im not even sure why i clinged on so tight, besides the fact that he truly reminds me of my dad. the devil. I hope one day i can forgive them both for all the pain they have caused me over the years. It's even more exhausting to constantly relive through all that pain. I think my dad used to be one hell of a man. He was full of courage, love, and excitement. He hated people but he would give the shirt off his back if he felt like he should. Sometimes i wonder what really happened in his head in 2010...what made him so unhappy all of a sudden...was it really his marriage to Angela? Was it money? Did he really hate all of us at home all the time? or did he hate the fact that we weren't home enough? I wish he wouldn't of shoved me away so much. Some days its hard to love myself because i wonder why he raised me to be someone he was going to hate for the rest of his life. Its funny too, considering he never can go a week without talking his mommy. Yet, he expects his own children to be able to live a life without him, any guidance, etc. I wish i didn't hate him, I wish i could just forget about him completely. Anyway, more on that later...

Also, why the fuck are men so God damn gross?! AND fucking just pathetic most days. I truly dont get it. NO one wants to see you little dick, no one wants to hear about your stupid fantasies, no one gives a fuck about what you look like without a shirt and pants on. I mean good grief....The amount of guys that grossly still hit me up from high school...talking about 'wow i would love to see you, ya know i had a big crush on you back then' like yea yea yea sure sure sure...baby go get off somewhere else and leave me alone. I find it sad. Maybe guys really do have that hard of a time to find someone that they can sleep with on the regular...but truthfully they shouldnt be hitting people up from 10 years ago because they are horny. Its disgusting and sad. SO SO sad. Yall need Jesus. Well thats all for now, im going to go shower and maybe cut my babies hair. <3

you're loved, you dont need your dad or any other man for that matter to tell you otherwise. IM sorry people have always let you down, maybe one day when youre gone, they will actually miss you. stay strong, keep smiling, and for the love of God, finish the lost boy tonight.

XO, Ashh

[clock-corpse]

Temporally Cursed

Trigger Warnings for, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Blood, and Disturbing Imagery. Discretion is advised! 

March 1st, 2020

To many human beings, there is a sacred tradition that goes in celebrating even the most mundane of events. Festivities, sweets, and laughter. All of these things are what humans enjoy while celebrating various events. The Inhuman however, has a slightly different method of celebration than others of her kind.

She makes her way down to the library, for a private ritual of sorts with the librarian and her demonic familiar. As she walks, she thinks about the events that will transpire once she arrives. It’s the same every year. She enters, she stays, then she leaves. This year will be no different, despite the doubts in her mind that tell her otherwise. Having been so deep in thought, she realizes that she had been standing in front of the entryway to the library for a minute or two now.

Sighing to herself, Sakuya enters the library. The air is stagnant with nothing but the feeling of dread lingering in the air with not a sound to be heard in the entirety of the vast library. The only signs of life being both Patchouli and Koakuma waiting for Sakuya near a door. They stare at her silently for the day has finally come. The day of celebration, joy, and renewal among human-kind. Yes, today is the day of Sakuya’s birth.

What joy does human-kind find in celebrating a shortened life span? How can they be so blissfully unaware of the looming threat of time? Sakuya does not know, for she is not human.

Swallowing her anxiety, Sakuya steps forward as Koakuma opens the door for her. Once all participating parties had entered the room, she shut it behind her, locking it.

The room they have entered seems no bigger than a normal bedroom. However, there were crystals floating around a nice and well made bed that has several towels covering it.

Without a word, Sakuya starts removing her clothes. She does so slowly and reluctantly as butterflies start to form in her stomach and her blood runs cold. She stops midway, and asks to herself, ‘Am I truly sure about this? I do this every single year but it never gets any easier...’

Noticing that the maid had stopped for a few moments, Patchouli approaches her and gently places her hand on Sakuya’s arm.

“Sakuya? You know if you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. It’s not a requirement.” Truth be told, she would much prefer to have Sakuya not to do this every single year. The fact that she does so often makes her rather uneasy.

Sakuya shakes out of her trance and hastily starts to remove her clothes again.

“No, it’s okay. I want to do this, Patchy.” There was no other way to go about it. “I’ve done this for almost two centuries now, and I’m not going to suddenly change my mind.”

At least, that’s what she initially thought before being courted by her Mistress. She knows very well that to see her like this would break Remilia’s heart and it makes her sick to her stomach. That’s why the ritual of Sakuya’s birthday had been held behind closed doors for so long.

With her clothes now neatly folded and placed onto a desk, Sakuya is completely nude. With this, one can see all the scars that she had gained this year and even before then.

The gash marks that were strewn across her chest, the scar on her neck from being impaled accompanied by fang bites, the scars on her shoulder and stomach from dishonesty, the scar on her side from heresy, and of course, the multitude of self-harm scars that decorate her arms and thighs.

She lays down on top of the bed and the towels, nervously twiddling her thumbs as she waits for Patchouli and Koakuma to prepare for their part. With this, she hears a hum as the crystals begin to glow, as well as a the sound of a zipper as Koakuma retrieves various medical supplies from a canvas bag.

After a few moments the witch softly calls out, 

“We’re ready to play our part, Sakuya. Whenever you’re ready, you may start.” Oh how Patchouli hates saying those words, for she never knows just when it will be her last. She is her most valued research after all...no...She’s much more than that.

Sakuya stares at the ceiling for a good few moments, mentally preparing herself for the ritual, then her eyes turn to red. They shine brightly, as Sakuya is determined to see this through until the end, whenever that may be. Not soon after, the sounds of a clock can be heard. 

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.

Oh how beautiful the chime of time is as it dances around the room as if it were moving in sync with Sakuya’s breathing. Oh how it calls so soundly and so passionately. It calls passionately for Sakuya herself. One could be so entranced by the serene sound of ticking that they wouldn’t even notice, that Sakuya’s chest has now ripped open.

Blood starts travelling down her bosom onto the towels, soaking them. Tissue, torn and broken hangs from the flesh that used to make up her breasts. The wound is very reminiscent of the one she received from fighting the manticore. Sakuya bites her lip and whimpers in pain.

Seeing this, Patchouli and Koakuma stand there, save for Patchouli using her crystals to monitor Sakuya’s vitals. They needn’t do anything, for the tissue starts closing up and reforms itself as if there had been no injury in the first place. Sakuya’s breathing becomes heavy as she places a hand on her chest to confirm that it is still there.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

Oh how the clock ticks so nicely. One could become so enveloped in what time has to offer, and lose sight of what fate holds for them. But now, the doll has become aware that her arms have been sliced and her stomach has been gouged, for she sits up suddenly and screams in pain.

Cold sweat runs down her face as she holds a bloody hand to the small hole that has opened in her stomach. She remembers this wound all too well. It was caused by her attempt to free herself from the consequences of her actions. Perhaps, she remembers it a little too well, as she can feel her strength fading.

As if it were by reflex, Patchouli positions her hands and starts to chant a spell. The crystals hum louder and energy starts surrounding Sakuya. It is an endurance spell, to keep Sakuya conscious. Had the witch not conjured this spell, Sakuya would have most likely passed out by this point, ending the ritual prematurely.

TickTock, TickTock.

Oh how loud the ticking of the clock is. It continues to grow louder, and louder and tick faster and faster, in Sakuya’s mind. Time no longer hides from a false front of a sweet embrace. Now, it wishes to make itself known to Sakuya, embracing her tightly as a hole opens in her neck, and her back.

The murderer coughs and wheezes as blood comes out of her mouth. She can barely scream, as the only other sound to be heard from her is the sound of her choking on and drowning from her own blood that has collected itself in her throat.

Patchouli acts quickly to try to draw the excess blood out with telekinesis until her wounds close start to slowly close. With the gears of time releasing their grip on her throat, she screams in between coughs.

TickTockTickTockTickTockTickTockTickTockTickTock-

Oh how the clock pounds so loudly in Sakuya’s ears. She cries, and begs for it to stop. Time, will not let go. Time grinds Sakuya’s feeble human body in between it’s gears, mangling her, and her body feels every single second of it. 

Sakuya, bloodied and nude, writhes and screams in absolute agony. Every single ounce of pain that she has ever felt in her life, emotional, physical, psychological. It all returns to her during one single moment. It is during this moment that she wishes nothing more than for the clock to stop and for her to die.

Time wails out for Sakuya to finally return to the dust that made her. She has avoided this fate for as long as she can remember. One cannot stop time, for it will always find a way to finally bring you back to your origins, but Sakuya refuses.

Yes, she rememberes why she does this horrible ritual every year in the first place. It’s for Her. No, it’s for everyone in the mansion. Time and Fate have taken away everything that Sakuya has ever loved ever since she was a child, and she cannot accept it. She will not accept having time take her away from the family that she loves so much. Should anyone steal her away from this life, it would be by her own hand alone.

Whether she ultimately chooses life, or death, she will overcome time and decide her own fate.

Tick, Tock, Tick-

The ticking sound emanating around Sakuya finally stops. She is left motionless on the bed, gasping for air with tears running down her face. She cannot move a single muscle in her body, for she feels nothing but agonizing pain from top to bottom. Her stomach churns with bile inside of it begging for release.

The succubus instantly goes to her and starts wiping the blood off of her, taking notice that all remnants of injuries that she had sustained from the past year have now completely vanished. Her hair has also returned to its original length from over a year ago.

Sakuya hears the voice of the the witch calling out to her trying to keep her awake, but her wounds are too great, and she falls into a deep but temporary sleep.

Sakuya has found the joy in the celebration of one’s birthday. To her, it’s not about cake, candles, or simply another new year or existence. No, to her, it’s about seizing control of her own life. What Sakuya wants most, is to stay in the mansion forever with her family. She will not let a looming threat such as time dictate her life and prevent her from living. That is what a birthday, the celebration of life means to an inhuman.

Happy Birthday, Sakuya Izayoi.

[galaxyedging]

Modern Oberyn Martell x f!reader.

Smut.🔞 p in v sex. Oral m!receiving. Language.

Oberyn gives you a very personalised workout.

"Your form is a little off." His deep, accented voice startled you. Shit. I thought he didn't work this late. You had purposely been working out at night to avoid him. Your cheeks and other parts couldn't take the burn any more when he spoke to you.

He was hands down the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in real life. Apparently he used to be a competitive swimmer. You could definitely see that. Powerful, broad shoulders and strong biceps working to drag him through the water. His large hands cutting through the water like a hot knife through butter. His thick thighs propelling him. If his body wasn't tempting enough. His face wouldn't look out of place in a museum, carved out of marble. He had the profile of a Roman God. An aquiline nose, complimented by a strong jaw. Said jaw was framed with dark hair, a mustache sat atop of his perfectly pouted lips.

"Erm..h-how?" You managed to get out around your tongue that suddenly felt all too bit for your mouth. See if his mouth is big enough for it.

"May I..?" He held out his large hands, with his long, thick probably dexterous, fingers towards you.

"Okay."

Placing his hand on your lower back he pushed forward slightly. His other hand gripped your shoulder better aligning your spine. "There. Now try." You tried another squat.

"Better?"

"Yeah, actually."

"You sound surprised." He laughed lightly. God, it was melodic. "I am very well versed in the female form."

You nearly drop the kettle bell in your hand. He had to stop talking like that. In the few brief conversations you'd had in the past, you were never sure if he was using double entendres or he if it was a language barrier. Maybe he did mean to sound so...flirty.

"Really?" You managed to safely put the kettle bell down to pick your water bottle up.

"From my previous job."

"Swimmer?"

"No." He pursed his lips in thought. "Am not sure if this word is used in America but we would say gigolo."

Jesus Christ! You spat your mouthful of water everywhere.

"Easy, mi amor." He handed you your towel as you recovered. Wiping yourself off you calmed your breathing.

"Sorry. Just of all the words you could have said, I wasn't expecting that one."

"No? Do you not think a woman would like me to escort her?"

He was still in arms reach after giving you the towel. An amused smirk played on his lips. I want to play on his lips. With my body. He moved closer as you spoke.

"No. I mean. No, not that. I think women would pay a lot of money for you to escort them. A lot. I would pay a lot..." Did I just say that out loud?

The door to the gym opened, Oberyn stopped his advance towards you. "It's a shame I don't charge anymore." He whispered before walking, no, sauntering, who the fuck actually saunters, off to see who came in. What the hell was that?! Was that flirting? Was he suggesting he would 'escort' you for free? Normally, you would shower at home, tonight you stood in the gym shower and cranked it as cold as possible.

The next night, you'd almost finished your workout when you heard his laugh. Deep and throaty this time. You thought you'd smelt his aftershave when you walked in. It was distinctive. Rich, woody tones with a hint of something sweet. It definitely stood out amongst the sea of Axe body spray and Old Spice.

"I was hoping you'd be here." Damn, he moved like a cat. You hadn't heard his light footsteps returning from seeing a client out. "Yeah. I changed my routine. Seems like you did too." To continue to ruin my underwear collection day by day.

"Yes. I have a new day job." If he says gigolo in that accent again today's panties will be destroyed too. "I am trying to be a chef."

Handsome and he cooks? For fuck's sake, how are you supposed to workout here now when every time you do, he drops more information on you that builds your crush further.

"A chef?" You asked.

"Yes. It's my passion." The way he said 'passion' made you feel very passionate. About riding his cock. About supporting someone to chase their dreams. I dream about rid..."Do you want to try something I made? Chocolate soufflé bites." Handsome, cooks, has a giant penis, you just assume, and a chocolate soufflé hook up? Wow. While you had been listing his impressive attributes, and day dreaming about the ones that you just assume are impressive, he'd returned with a pastry box.

"Here." He popped one into you mouth. The richness hit your tongue before you chewed. Fuck, that was heavenly. He popped one in his own mouth, licking his thumb as he did. Panties officially ruined for today.

"Good?" He asked tongue cleaning off his lips.

"Yes. Very." You tried to remember how to breath. Breath in, 1,2,3,4,5, breathe out, 1,2,3,4,5. "You have something here. He wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Breath out, 2,4,7,9,50,π, your brain almost lost it. It completely did when he kissed you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hot Instructor. Kissing. Your body filled in when your brain checked out. You kissed him back hands finding his broad back as he pulled your waist close.

"I hope that was okay." He asked when he finally released you. Okay? I saw the face of God. I was agnostic. My toes curled so much I ripped my Nikes.

"Yeah, was okay."

"I've seen the way you look at me. This life is so short and can be so dark. Why deny yourself pleasure?"

Embarrassment. Like I though someone like you would want to kiss someone like me.

"I like the way you think."

"Good." He took your hand and began to kiss along it like some super fit Gomez Adams. He went right along to your neck. Once he reached your ear he whispered. "How about you let me take you into the office and show you some more of life's pleasures?"

The word yes barely left your mouth before he lifted you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. His strong arms made light work of carrying you to the office. Placing you on the desk he locked the office door behind you. Pressed the button for the shutter on the main door. Once he was satisfied you wouldn't be interrupted he was between your legs kissing you. His large hand slipped between you teasing you through your shorts. "Can I take of your clothes?"

"I'd rather you take off yours." With a firm nod he stripped off his jacket exposing his golden, tawny skin stretch over taut muscle. With a smile he pulled his track pants straight down in one tug. The sight that met you almost had you covering your eyes. It made you feel indecent just to look at it. He had the largest cock you had seen outside of porn. Definitely a good fit for the Big Cock section of Bellesa. Well I'm out, I can't help you with that thing. Your brain promptly checked out. Your body sprang into action. Your knees hit the floor in front of him before taking him into your mouth. Sucking on it? That thing could puncture a lung if he fucked you with it and your first instinct is to suck it? Good luck. I hope you lose an eye on that thing. Your body kept moving of it's own according bobbing up and down on him. Cheeks hollowing on every pass of his cock head.

"Fuck." He gritted. "Stop." He hauling you up and helped you back on the desk. Shoving his hand down your shorts he found you soaked.

"I brought you back here for your pleasure not my own. Not that I won't enjoy this." With a flick of his wrist he managed to bury two fingers in you while his palm brushed against your clit. It was always a worry when dating in a big city that going home with a strange man could get you killed. You didn't picture it quite like this. Death by exquisite orgasm from a sexy gigolo soufflè chef. Your whole body got a better workout than it had earlier as all your muscles spasmed as your climax rocked you. He licked his fingers clean. So fucking hot. Before bending to fish a condom out of his pocket. He just had that in there? Actually am not surprised. People must try and jump him all day long. Question withdrawn.

Your brain shut down again as his giant member entered you. It all went by in a flurry of movement. It was like an out of body experience and you only caught pieces of it. That aftershave settling on your own skin. The stretch of his cock. His moans. The grunts as he snapped his hips into you. The incredible sensation spreading from your pussy into every fibre of your being. Every molecule being ripped apart and slammed back into each other. Him breathing your name as he filled the condom. Fuck, did I really just do that? Don't ask me. The Pussy is in charge now. She got you this far. She's clearly smarter. Mmm, I like these chemicals. Make the sexy gym man make more of them. Adios.

Once he discarded the condom he wrapped his jacket around you while he looked for your shorts and panties. When did they come off? Actually? Just before he got the condom. Spiritually? The second he looked at you. Now, ssshhh! You're harshing my buzz. Hey, Giant Cock Gym Man is speaking.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Mmmm. Wait, why? Didn't you?!" Panic struck you.

"I did. I just wanted to make sure you were satisfied." He chuckled.

"Completely." Don't say that. Say no. Get more cock. More happy brain juice.

"Good, so I am. For now anyway. Maybe next time I can cook for you?"

"I'd like that." Long term cock getting plans. Good girl.

Oberyn helped you slip you shorts back on before slipping his business card in your pocket.

Once you got home you sat on the sofa, trying to figure out if it had all been a dream. The business card and the dull ache between your legs were proof. His card read 'Oberyn Martell Person Trainer'. Under was his number and 'Available for personal workouts.' For a second you wondered what job this card was from. Well, personally I think that worked out pretty well. For once you and your brain were in agreement.

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[thecameronchronicles]

The Quickie

TW: Smut. Language. Semi public sex. 

SUMMARY: You and Rudy can’t keep your hands off of each other and it puts your secret relationship in jeopardy. 

Word Count: 800

*Requested*

The Quickie

Season three premiere party. Your first one as you were the newest cast member added rather last minute. And yet even if you'd only had a few memorable lines, you managed to attract Rudy's attention from the get-go. The way you remained professional, even despite his attempts to fracture this with seduction and humor, had been whittled down to his overall charm. Whether it was the eagerness and devotion he had to you since you'd first arrived on set or the boundaries he respectfully teased, he had managed to break your rule of not dating any co-stars. 

But as you wore the title of girlfriend proudly, you simply basked in knowing you had him all to yourself. And because of that, you didn't feel the need to broadcast it on social media. That and the fact that there existed a fraction of his fans that were beyond cruel and unaccepting of any of his former girlfriends. And for that reason, he wanted to protect you and keep your relationship a secret. But that would be easier said than done as this was the night of the season three premiere party and you had to act your best role yet to act as if you didn't yearn for each other. 

"Rudy?" Austin asked as he casually carried the gaze he made to you from over his drink now to your mutual friend who struck up a conversation you'd tuned out to as you could only focus on Rudy. Specifically, the way his ensemble clung tightly to his skin and teased what you knew was well beneath it, the lines of muscle and edges of a toned physique even marked by your touch. You bit your lip at the thought before the sound of your name from Madelyn made you blush. 

"Sorry?" 

"I wanted to know what you thought about your first premiere...I know they can be a bit intimidating..." You nodded, explaining how you felt so fortunate to have their support through and through as they truly had become more like family in such a short amount of time. 

But as Carlacia and Madison then carried the conversation more towards fashion, you would feel your cheeks burn as you caught him looking at you from across the small space you had all shared. With only allowing a smirk as you caught him in your peripheral vision, you decided to torment him in such a way that remained reserved from the close gazes but also direct enough to where he understood your intentions. A simple uncross and crossing of your legs would allow this as you led your hand over your knee, lifting it higher still as he clenched his jaw in imagining his own touch, a thought you shared. 

"Pictures!" JD announced as you were now forced to walk the carpet, taken hold by Madelyn on one side and Rudy on the other, you fought to test these limitations. 

"God, I can't wait to tear that fucking dress off of you-" He spoke into your ear as your cheeks flushed but you continued to focus on the cameras before you. The flashes and the summons of your names all muffled together as you turned back to him. 

"Why wait?" His jaw tensed as you finished your expected photos before moving to the edge of the carpet as his fingers quickly wove into your own. 

"I'm so desperate for you..." He groaned against your lips, pulling your leg to his hip so he was able to lift the skirt of your dress even higher. 

"I promise tonight, I'll take my time, but right now-" 

"Fuck me, Rudy..." He scoffed, lifting you around him after your panties draped over your ankles and fell to the floor following that initial thrust. 

"Jesus!" He clawed his dominant hand into you before setting a pace, your jaw clenching to try and keep quiet as your only cover had been that of a sheet hung to keep this half of the venue closed to curious bodies such as yourselves. 

"Fuck-" His hand came to your mouth. 

"Don't stop moaning for me baby, you know how much I love to hear it...just gotta do it into my hand this time, alright?" You nodded as he kept his pace, building to that edge while offering sporadic kisses along your neck and back to your lips before you'd pull him into your chest. His free hand collected your breast from over your dress. 

"Tonight, THESE are getting special attention..." He teased as the dress was too tight to slip his fingers beneath its frustrating fabric as you nodded. 

"Oh shit...I'm gonna...oh fuck..." You whimpered into his hand as he withdrew his hand and used it to drive further into you. 

"Come for me, baby..." 

"I'm-" You gasped, the feeling of that band breaking from within now letting you coat his cock in your slick, which allowed his own final motions to be done in a frenzy. 

"Shit!" He suddenly spoke to the sound of a camera's flutter from the near distance as he breathed a sigh of disappointment. 

"Guess they know now, sweetheart…"

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[limerence-17]

Hey! Can you write something where the reader is best friends with Eddie, and she gets drunk at a party for the first time and it makes her horny. Maybe she's trying to seduce Eddie and he's trying SO hard to be a good pal and a gentlemen. He's having her drink water and tucking her into bed but god he's so in love with her and it's hard.

hi love, thanks for the request! and also i already know eddie would be fighting for his life trying not to let his feelings show so this is gonna be a fun one. hope this satisfies your request haha

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NOTHIN BUT A GOOD TIME

eddie x f!reader

word count: 1.7K

cw: underage drinking, getting drunk for the first time, dirty talk, fluff like a lot of fluff (a lot of feelings and angst and shit,)

drinking that night sort of started off as a joke. the girls on the cheer team had offered you a shot of vodka and instead of backing down the way you normally would, you agreed. but you'd also agreed to two, then three and somehow made it to around six or seven that evening.

you're not sure how it was that easy to go from being the girl who never drank to suddenly the girl who did, but you didn't care. all that mattered right now was how fast you could sway your body to the music with the lights low in the kitchen, and you could think about was the feeling of the alcohol coursing through your body, making you feel both giddy but also sleepy?

you could hear the song nothin' but a good time by poison starting up on the stereo in the living room and it was almost like your brain was transported back to listening to the song with your best friend eddie in his bedroom screaming at the top of your lungs playing air guitar. you wanted to go and remind him of listening to it together and so you hopped down from the kitchen chair, and made your way slowly past the crowd of people in the hallway through the living room and into the backyard. you opened the screen door and could hear crickets chirping and could feel the cool breeze from the warm early september air.

you spotted your best friend since the ninth grade, eddie sitting near the bushes behind the pool and couldn't help but run over to him. he seemed surprisingly very sober, and his expression confused you. he looked worried, and uptight.

"woah, woah, woah don't mind me asking but how much did you have to drink?" he asks, grabbing you gently by your shoulders as you find yourself stumbling a bit, only to let out a laugh.

you completely avoid his question, only focusing on the beat and rhythm of the guitar from inside and grab his hands, moving him slowly from side to side so that he starts dancing.

"do you hear the song that's playing?! i can't remember us listening to this since grade 9 in your uncle's trailer!" you say, a bit louder than you expected.

"yeah i remember it's just- jesus i told your mom this wouldn't be a big deal or anything tonight," he says, a little nervous which doesn't seem like the eddie you know.

"eddie god, you're always looking out for me and i appreciate it but i seriously doubt i'll be going back to mom's house tonight," you says, still swaying him back and forth. eddie's hesitant, but eventually he gives in and dances with you and you two get through the song, laughing and smiling widely, jumping up and down. he's started playing air guitar just like you two were 14 again and once the song finishes, the two of you exhale with laughter, clearly exasperated and sweat dripping from your forehead.

you exhale, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "god, thank you for that eddie i really needed that right now," you say pulling back from the hug. but when you pull back you don't walk away, instead you meet his glance and brush his hand gently with yours.

"eddie…" you say, quietly

eddie coughs a bit, awkwardly taking a step back from you. he laughs a bit, rubbing his nose, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

"we should go back inside, or you should go back inside. most of those mortals fucking hate me in there anyway," he says, sitting back down on the mantel beside the bushes.

you walk closer to him, feeling something ignited inside yourself, like a strange itch that needs to be scratched. god, you've never looked at eddie this way, but you can tell from how hot and flushed your cheeks and chest are you're feeling needy. horny, even for your best friend. and whether he wants to admit it or not, he might be too.

"i don't wanna go inside, i wanna be with you. i wanna be with you eddie," you say brushing your hand against his knee, before you turn and sit beside him. eddie lets out a shaky breath, trying so hard not to look at your or your chest.

"be with m- no- nope!" eddie starts to wave his hands in the air.

"you're not thinking straight. believe me if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even be having these thoughts, let alone be looking at me like that," he says, scoffing a bit at how silly the thought of you liking him would be.

"fuck that, i'm just saying what i've been thinking all these years," you say, suddenly feeling the room start to go dizzy. eddie's eyes go wide with curiosity.

"um- what exactly have you been thinking all these years?" eddie asks, placing some of his fingers over his mouth as he tries to read your expressions.

"well, just that you're attractive- even if you don't always see yourself that way. you know you can be friends with someone and still think they're hot y'know," you say, slurring your words a bit and using your hands a lot for exaggeration.

eddie looks at your eyes, then your lips. there's no subtlety there at all.

"no yeah- you're right about that one."

"do you mean to really tell me that you haven't ever thought about fucking me?" you ask. this is a new side of confidence that's overcome you and you've never spoken to a guy like this, let alone your best friend.

"jesus christ! what?! who said anything about fu- i mean- i- i don't know- i guess i-," you start laughing a bit, it's funny watching him turn red.

"you're not exactly saying no eds," you say, as you start to twirl a piece of your hair across your fingers, looking at him with lust filled eyes.

"fine whatever fuck it- maybe i've thought about it once-" he says, clearly embarrassed. you're not buying it.

"ok so what if it was more than once! you're my best friend i can never think about you that way it's just like a rule y'know- you're like my- my i don't know fuck," he says, completely speechless.

"we don't always have to be just friends eddie. not if i find you hot and you find me hot too," you say, smirking a bit.

you smile back at him, but the moment doesn't last long. you lean over, grabbing your stomach a bit. suddenly that warm feeling has turned into nausea and you're not entirely sure where to go from here.

"oh fuck- are you gonna-?" eddie asks, standing up quickly, worried you might puke on him.

"i-i'm not sure," you say softly.

"shit, ok wait here i'm gonna go grab you some water and then we're gonna head out, ok?" eddie asks, now making eye contact with you.

"mm," you croak out, worried you might be sick and you sit there waiting for him to come back and he does with a glass of water.

"ok c'mere drink up, darling," he says, handing you the cup and you oblige, drinking big sips. "thanks eddie," you croak out.

"ok i'm actually getting you home now," he says, motioning for you to wrap your arm around his shoulder and you do, dragging your feet across the concrete all the way to his car. he puts you in the passenger seat, buckling you up gently.

you admire how quiet he keeps it in the car, no noises, no talking, and surprisingly no radio which is very unlike the eddie you know. he pulls into your driveway and opens the car door for you and you wrap your arm around him once again. he walks you up to your room and helps you into bed.

"i'm sorry your first time drinking was such a bust, i promise it's not always like this," eddie says in a whisper, fixing the sheets for you.

"it wasn't a bust," you say as you start to close your eyes.

"i have you eddie," you say, grabbing his hand. "stay, please," you say, rubbing your thumb against his hand and his eyes goes wide once again. it's so hard for him not to give in, as he looks into your beautiful eyes and finds himself longing for his lips against yours but he knows more than ever that you're the one person he can't lose. his best friend. you're not just some hookup that he won't have to worry about the next, but if he were to make a move on you now he'd never forgive himself. but god, eddie thought to himself. you looked so fucking good and he was lying if he told himself he wasn't horny now too.

he leans over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"i'll see you tomorrow," he says and pulls your hand away leaving your room and heading back to his car.

[theringers]

marked up - charles leclerc

summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge

warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex

You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.

You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.

He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”

You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.

Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.

You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.

You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.

You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.

He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.

"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.

The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.

Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.

"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.

"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.

You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.

He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.

The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.

"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.

You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.

His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"

You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"

He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.

You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."

A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.

"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.

His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.

His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.

"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.

"Fuck," You moaned.

He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.

You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.

His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.

He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.

You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.

Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.

"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.

"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.

He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.

Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.

-

You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.

You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.

You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."

He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.

You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."

You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

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“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

[baby-iloveyou]

A cover model, only for your eyes to see [PART 2]

pairing: yeo changgu from pentagon x gn! reader genre: smut, bit of fluff but honestly not that much warnings: changgu has a corruption kink, teasing, reader's first time, reader is very innocent and not-knowing about sex stuff, changgu and reader have been in a relationship for a few months but it was still first-base, swearing, changgu drinks some beer but it's not important to the story summary: Your relationship with Changgu has been nothing but lovey dovey so far, and when Changgu asks you to visit him at his Men's Health photoshoot, you can't say no. But this would mean you would see him shirtless for the first time, and you didn't expect the view to affect you that much. word count: 2k writer notes: this is part 2 of "A cover model, only for your eyes to see"!! if you haven't read part 1 yet, you can do so here. also jesus fucking christ changgu is so attractive,, he's a fine man he also: happy new year!! here's to 2022 :) You are on PART 2, here's PART 1

5 more hours of seeing your boyfriend topless and trying not to actually burst from need.

You felt like you were actually going insane. The day felt like an eternity, and Changgu providing looks and body for your thoughts wasn’t helping. The only thing you could think about was how guilty you would normally feel for thinking about this kind of stuff, but today you had been teased too much by him to even think about the shame. He dominated all of your thoughts, even when you tried thinking about other things. Nothing helped, your boyfriend was the only thing that you could think of.

One outfit was done, and we were on to the other. It was an endless cycle of Changgu changing clothes, getting touched up by the make-up artist, looking absolutely stunning, taking photos, undressing (where possible, because half of the time he was already topless), repeat. It drove you crazy. The way his perfect body looked while he was sitting down, standing up, wearing an entire suit or just a jacket. It drove you mad.

“Good job everyone! Thank you for your hard work!” The last announcement rang through the photostudio. Everyone started clapping, telling each other they worked hard. Changgu thanked every staff member for their work as well.

It was done! Changgu had finished his Men’s Health photoshoot. It was 6PM, a good time to end the work day. This also meant it was only a short while until he would help you with your… need. The words kept replaying in your mind. “I have an idea… but you’ll have to wait for tonight.” It made you so curious as to what he would do. You could not even imagine how you would help yourself, let alone another person would be able to help you with that need.

But Changgu seemed confident and you knew you could trust him.

“You did so well baby!” You said as you ran over to Changgu and pecked his lips. He smiled, “I hope you weren’t too bored, just sitting there and watching me. But I don’t think that was a problem, was it?” That damn smirk. That damned smirk from the toilet stalls was back. You could feel your stomach flipping around. “Changgu, how are you gonna do something about-” You weren’t able to finish your sentence because of Changgu’s finger on your lips, shushing you. “I’ll show you, trust me.” The tone of his voice was both reassuring as well as teasing. You silently nodded and got ready to leave the studio to go home.

Finally it was time for dinner. You raised your glass of coke and said: “On your second Men’s Health feature! Cheers!” Your glass clinked with Changgu’s glass of beer, and you both took a sip. Changgu wanted some chimaek - Korean fried chicken and beer - so you ordered some once you got home. You also finally took the time to look through the photos you took earlier, showing Changgu your personal favourites.

A considerable amount of time after you had finished eating, you decided to speak up. “Baby, when are you gonna show me the thing you promised earlier today? At the studio?” You were still sitting at the dining table, Changgu was scrolling through some more photos he took of b-cuts and looked up once you spoke. You could tell his eyes were getting darker the moment you finished your sentence. He got up from his chair without speaking, walked over to you to pull your chair back and pick you up from where you were sitting. “Hey! Please answer me?!” You sputtered while he carried you with such ease, walking toward the bedroom. He sat you down on the bed, eyes even darker now - how was it even possible for a man’s eyes to be THAT dark?? - and finally talked.

“Guess it finally is time to help you out.”

A long silence. Then he spoke again. “Fuck, you’re so cute. You’re so innocent, I actually cannot believe it.” His voice kept ringing in your ears. “You’re so innocent.” The words were like a broken record, as if he kept repeating them, that’s how vividly you could hear him say it. Over and over again. That loop was disturbed by a sudden forward dash from Changgu, kissing you. This wasn’t your regular peck on the lips. This was a kiss filled with lust, need, passion. You were caught off-guard, but the feeling in your lower stomach returned. This was good, this was nice. You felt nice. Changgu’s lips felt nice.

All of a sudden, you could feel Changgu’s hand on your back, tugging at your shirt as an indication of trying to take it off. You were shocked, and accidentally let out a small moan. This caused for an opportunity for Changgu to slip in his tongue, deepening the kiss. His other free hand was now on one of your hands, guiding it to his abdomen again, just like this afternoon.

Changgu suddenly let go of your hand and leaned back, separating you two, to pull his white t-shirt over his head. There they were again: the perfect abs that you couldn’t stop staring at this afternoon. Your eyes were once again locked on the cubes, as if the scene was happening for the first time all over again. His hand grabbed the hand he let go of again, this time to properly make you trace his sixpack. His eyes darted up from your hands to your eyes, and seeing your expression gave him a massive confidence boost. You were blushing so much again, he loved seeing you this weak because of him. And it was so much more special since this was the first time someone actually made you feel this way.

“How do you feel, love?” You were aware of his teasing tone but you couldn’t help but be completely honest. “This is not enough, I still feel that weird feeling…” He guided your hand down to his crotch area again, but this time there was no staff that might be seeing your actions or to stop you in your tracks, it was just you two. This time, you could very clearly feel some kind of bump, you could even see it through his sweatpants. As you realised what it was, you gasped, raising your hands and holding them in front of your face. You were embarrassed, but you were so curious as well. Slowly, your hands went back to his crotch, your eyes meeting Changgu’s eyes. Changgu licked his lips at the sight, and even let out a moan when you accidentally palmed him through the grey sweatpants.

That sound. The way he sounds when he moans. It just added on to the feeling in your stomach.

“Shit, do that again Y/N…” You kept repeating the movement, and your ears kept on listening to his groans. “For such an innocent one, you’re extremely good at palming people, did you know that?”

At this point, Changgu had had enough. He pulled your hands away from his sweats, and stood up. “Strip for me, love.” Did he… did he really ask you to strip your body of all clothing? “Are we gonna have sex?” You uttered, cheeks red from even bringing up the word sex. He huffed. “I guess that’s a way of putting it. I’d call it ‘I fuck you into oblivion and you get obsessed with my cock’.” Your eyes were wide open at this point, disbelief that he just said that.

To be honest, you were slightly scared. But you knew you could trust Changgu. And part of you was still very curious and wanted this needy feeling to end. So you listened to his order and stripped until you were completely naked. The satin bed sheets felt nice underneath your body.

You looked up at your boyfriend, who was now staring at you instead of the other way around.

“Oh my god, Y/N… I’ve been waiting for this day. You look fucking amazing. I need to be in you right now.”

He did not hesitate: while reaching for the condoms in his bag, he slowly took off his sweats, intentionally leaving his boxer shorts on. When he turned back to face you, he took off his boxers, revealing his dick which sprung out of the restraints, even harder than before because of you palming him. You gulped audibly, it was huge.

“Did you think I would be smaller than this? Oh wait, I don’t know whether you would even imagine my hard cock. You’re so innocent.” He said while rolling the condom onto his length. He sounded so patronising again, but you were weirdly attracted to it. He was right. At the end of this, you would be obsessed.

“Turn around and on all fours. I’ll make you feel so good baby.” You did as he demanded, terrified of what would happen next now that you couldn’t see him anymore. Once you got on all fours, you could feel him positioning his hands on your hips, and the bed sinking right behind you, meaning he sat down there. “Are you ready?” He asked you. He didn’t give you any time to respond however, as he slowly inserted his member into your hole. You were unable to speak, the only thing to come out of your mouth was an elongated moan, followed by some heavy breaths.

Changgu groaned. “Fuck, my baby is so tight for me, hm?” You could feel tears forming in your eyes; you were filled up to the brim. A few moments later, Changgu started moving. In, out, in, out, a soft ass-smack in between, in and out again. With every movement, the only thing you could do was moan. It felt so fucking good. The relief after having this pent-up feeling for the entire day was amazing. He felt so amazing.

You finally tried to speak again. “Ch-changgu… Oh my-oh my god… You-you were r-right… This is s-so good…” Your sentence kept getting interrupted by your moans and groans, and the sound of your skin smacking together certainly didn’t help you think, but in the end at least a sentence came out. Changgu laughed and huffed. “Are you already addicted? I guess I did my job.” You might not have been able to see his face, but you could just tell he had the biggest fucking smirk on his face at that moment.

“Did you know it’s really hot when you grab those bed sheets? Holding on to something because I’m filling you up so well, it’s very cute.” Changgu being Changgu, he kept on edging you. And at some point, it was too much. “Changgu, I-I feel like I’m going to… explode… Or something…”

This made him go even harder.

“Cum for me baby, stain those bed sheets. It’ll be a nice memory, huh? Our first time.” His hand reached out for your private parts, causing even more stimuli. This was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a last, very loud moan before releasing and collapsing onto your forearms.

Changgu was also getting sloppy with his thrusts, and his huffs were getting louder. At some point, he too reached his climax. You could feel his twitching dick in you, the warm seed filling the condom. He collapsed on you, lying down with you on the bed. For a minute or so, the only sound that was filling the room was your heaving breathing.

His hand reached out for the back of your head, turning it so he could give you a kiss. “You took me so well, thank you for trusting me baby.” You stayed silent. It made Changgu worry slightly. “Did I do something wrong? What’s up?” He frowned and pouted, scared he had hurt you in any way. You opened your mouth without any sound coming out. Finally, you regained the ability to speak. “When’s round two?”