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xyfanficarchive · 2 months ago

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salvation in the palm of your hand (18+)

…damnation in the ball of your foot

Mouthwashing - Sub!Jimmy x Dom!Reader

Words: 5350

Summary: Jimmy’s deep, dark secret: he needs you to humiliate him.

Content warnings: bondage, piss kink, omorashi, piss licking, pain kink, slapping, humiliation, handjob, dacryphilia, Jimmy’s self loathing, Jimmy lowkey using BDSM as self harm, no pronouns but reader has tits and vagina (really, only passing mentions of it)

Notes: for @toxycodone who once told me that jimmy needed to be omorashi’d :) <3

Not many people stayed in Jimmy’s life. It was just the nature of his job, combined with everything else about him; friends and lovers were hard won, he fought to sink his claws and teeth in, grip them close by any means at his disposal. Then the next haul would come around, and over the long months of his absence they would all realize that he was not worth bleeding for, not worth the pain. So when he returned home, he usually spent his time alone, in his shitty apartment, looking at the cracks on the walls. Or he clung to Curly. No matter how many times Jimmy bit that hand, Curly would always, always reach out once more to feed him.

Then he found you, and you became the exception. You certainly weren’t lovers, and he hesitated to call your arrangement a friendship, but your door (and bed) was always open to him, no matter how many weeks passed by.

You were his dirty secret. It was humiliating, the events that transpired in your bedroom. …But that was the point, wasn’t it? Just a little taste of what he deserved, how pathetic and worthless he knew he was underneath all the posturing, the striving, the desperation to be more than what he was.

That’s why he kept coming back, that’s why he was knelt on the floor at the foot of your bed with his arms around his back, cuffed to the bars of your wrought-iron bed frame, blinded to the world, gag in his mouth that had him drooling all down his chin and chest and belly, and feeling painfully full to bursting. His task today? Just hold it.

Most of the time you weren’t even in the room with him, that’s how little consideration he was worth. Occasionally you would come in and unblind him, ungag him, all sickly sweet as you forced another glass of water down his gullet, and he would fight back, that’s just how the game went. Then you would fix him right back up again and leave him to wait yet again.

But it was a pure experience, wrapped in his cocoon of darkness. Time flowed thick like honey. In your bedroom he didn’t have to give one single fuck about the looming rent due date, the rising grocery bill making him wonder how he was gonna feed himself, his water getting shut off for the third time in four months, the cracks on the walls and the spots of mold, the sound of a car getting broken into down the street. It was just him, in singular communion with his predicament; bound, sightless, voiceless, thoughtless, worthless, powerless. And this was the one place he’d ever been where his worthlessness and powerlessness were something to be desired.

From somewhere to his left came the sound of the door opening, yet again, a signal for his brain to turn back on. He heard your soft footsteps crossing the floor to stand before him, the sound of the glass being set down on your dresser in front of him. Then came your hands, stroking his hair, scratching his scalp, a shiver went through his body. Your hands went around to the back of his head, untying the blindfold, and he squinted and blinked into the flood of light, found himself staring into your naked belly. He trailed his eyes up - the perfection of your tits cupped in that bra, up to your face, where you looked so very pleased to see him in as pathetic of a state as he was. You wore no latex, no leather harness, no signifier of your position above him. Here he was being dominated by someone in soft, lacy lingerie.

He’d never say it, but you were the prettiest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. Sometimes, alone in his apartment, or staring up into the ceiling of his oppressive quarters on the Tulpar, he imagined making something real out of this. Dates and kisses and holding you in his arms at night and all that other stuff. But he wouldn’t dare sully your radiant perfection like that.

“Wakey wakey,” You beamed down at him, and the smile was real, he could tell by the way your eyes creased at the corners. In return, he only gave you unbroken eye contact. Not like he could say anything with this giant ball in his mouth.

“Awww, look at you,” your expression turned to one of theatrical pity, as you stroked your hand down the side of his face, trailed your thumb along his lower lip. “Are you full to bursting yet? I bet it's pretty uncomfortable now. But I think you’re a good, strong boy, I think you can drink another glass. Unless you need the washroom that bad, you know it’s no problem, baby. I won’t be mad. You’ve held out a long time. But you’ll have to beg for it.”

Truthfully, uncomfortable didn’t cut it, the urgency he felt was bordering on painful, but you had stripped him only of his shirt and left him cuffed here still in his pants and underwear. And Jimmy was determined not to piss his fucking pants. Your words, your tone, your eyes, stoked a fiery defiance in him. Your little monologue demanded an answer, he tried to speak but there was only a muffled, rounded sound coming from his open throat.

“Oh, silly me, I forgot to take this off, too,” you smiled, having forgotten absolutely nothing. You unbuckled the strap holding the gag in place, removing it from his mouth. “Now what was that, darling?”

Jimmy’s jaw hurt from being held open, he cringed and hissed, muscles inside his face twinging as his mouth closed for the first time in… god knows how long. But he met your eyes again, resolute. “I’m not fuckin’ begging for shit,” he spat.

You just shrugged. “Fair enough!” You sang as you turned around, picking up the glass with your delicate hand before facing him again. “You know the drill, baby. Open up!” And your soft fingers came up underneath his chin to tilt his head upwards.

Though there was steely defiance in his eyes, his lips parted to accept the rim of the glass as you tipped it, pouring water into his mouth. But frankly, he really, really didn’t want that glass of water in him, and in fact he felt his throat rejecting it, even as he choked down the first sip. He closed his lips, mouth full of water, and you pulled the glass away. He’d have to drink all of it, but at least you were so kind as not to force him to chug it all in one go.

He bowed his head, struggling with the water in his mouth. Quick as a flash, he had an idea. Wasn’t it time to escalate this game, anyways? Let the fun begin.

He raised his head and spit the water on you, that it coated your chest and trickled down your belly to your thighs. Then he spit again, a glob of saliva for good measure, as he looked directly into your eyes. Who the fuck were you to force water down his throat when he was damn near pissing himself, anyways? “How about that, you fucking bitch? You can’t make me do shit!”

A moment of shock flashed across your face. Then you tilted your head, all expression fell, dangerously blank, and it made Jimmy all the more excited as he stubbornly held his head high. Calmly, you placed the glass down on your dresser once more, stood before him, your gaze piercingly cold.

Your slap came like a white flash of light that whipped his head to the side, a moment of dazzling, brilliant pain, and Jimmy felt his cock jump in his pants. He felt the aftermath blooming its red-hot sting on his cheek, had to fight not to piss himself as he reeled from the impact.

You roughly fisted the hair at the top of his head, scalp aching as you forced him back upright, forced his head to tilt back while you leered over him, up close in his face. “Who. The fuck. Do you think you are?” Your face was livid, but there was a glint of delight in your eye.

“Now that’s more like it,” Jimmy thought. He began to laugh, head craned back as far as it would go, beginning as a low chuckle and rapidly picking up intensity.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, do you? Little scumbag.” Your voice was tinged with a cold rage. You released his hair but he didn’t even have a second to process the feeling of relief before you slapped him again. It caught him by surprise; he let out a high, pathetic grunt on impact, reeled over while his vision spun, while tears pricked at his eyes, while his dick throbbed and bladder spasmed painfully. The whole right side of his face burning electric buzzing on the surface.

He didn’t see you take the glass again, but he felt you roughly take him by the jaw, god those little fingers could be strong, nails digging in tiny points of agony on his face (10 times worse where they poked into his still stinging cheek) as you tilted his head upwards again. “What don’t you understand, you worthless fucking worm? You’re my bitch tonight. You don’t get a fucking choice! Now open up,” you shouted in his face, his eyes wide, a sick thrill in his gut. Your hand shifted so that you could squeeze, crush the sides of his face, and it hurt so fucking bad he opened his mouth wide on instinct to relieve the pressure. And you tipped the glass into his mouth. Now he had no option but to try and gulp the water down as fast as possible, quickly failing as water spilled out the sides of his mouth, water splashed up into his nose and stung his sinuses something fierce, as he choked and panicked feeling water go down his trachea -

He keeled over, coughing and choking out onto the plastic sheet below him, water and saliva dripping long trails out of his mouth, water dripping out of his nose while he gasped for air, intermittently coughing again as he tried to catch his breath. The glass wasn’t empty, but you just kept pouring it over his head when he doubled over.

Chest still heaving, water dripping down his face from his hair, he looked up, he met your eyes as you gazed at him from on high, smirking, with a look of victory on your face. Still, he had the strength to thrust his chin in the air and defy you. “Fuck. You.” His face hardened against your gaze. He felt his cock straining unpleasantly against the tightness of his jeans.

You pouted. “Fuck me?” You questioned sarcastically. You looked him up and down, ravishing him with your eyes relishing the sight of him glistening wet and kneeling before you. He almost felt it roll over his body, molestation without touch, in his reduced, humiliated state. “You sure I’m the one who needs to be fucked?”

“Oh, you’ll get yours. You’ve got me tied up now, but in the end, you’re just a cunt, a hole. One day the roles will be reversed on you. You’ll get what you fucking deserve,” he said slow, his voice tinged with venom, though he couldn’t say he really meant it.

Then came a gleam in your eye, a wry smile curled up your mouth. You lifted your foot; he gasped, hissing through his teeth, his steely expression breaking as you slowly stroked his erection through his pants with the ball of your foot. He tried not to let it show, but his eyebrows drew together, his heart quickened in his chest as he looked up at you.

“Look down. I want you to look at it,” you commanded, forceful but calm. And when he didn’t comply, you grabbed him by the hair again and forced his gaze downwards, to watch his bulge move under your foot while he seethed with every stroke. “You talk a big game. Big strong man, with your muscles, your filthy words. Jutting out your chin like you have even an ounce of dignity while you kneel on my floor. But here’s the truth, right under my foot here: you fucking love it. You’re a fucking slut for pain and humiliation.” You pressed your foot harder now, he couldn’t help but to moan at the pressure, the pleasure, and when his abs tightened they pressed on his bladder and the pleasure melded with agonizing desperation. He whimpered. “You defied me with that last glass, but you took all the others. Sure, you fought back a little, but you still opened your mouth like a good boy. You’re full to bursting and you held your piss on my command. And now that this cunt has slapped you around, you’re hard as a rock, getting off on me stroking your dick, with my foot, through your pants. That is who you are, Jimmy,” you explained. It was so matter-of-fact, it struck him right through his core. It was true. Despite it all being a make-believe game, everything laid out and discussed beforehand, it was a brilliant, crystal clear, pathetic, shameful truth right at the centre. Jimmy’s eyes screwed shut as he shuddered, drawing shaky breaths in and out through his open mouth while you rubbed against his cock.

You released his hair, and stroked his scalp gently now, easing the pain. Your foot ceased its motion against his cock, and the tension in his belly relaxed. “But I must say, Jimmy, I’m really impressed. You impressed me.” He raised his head just a fraction, that his head was still bowed before you, and looked up at you through his lashes. You really were beautiful, looking down at him so sweetly, and your praise felt almost as good as your humiliation. He didn’t have the will to be so defiant anymore, under your fingers so gently raking through his hair. “You did manage to hold it. Even through that monumental coughing fit, you still didn’t piss yourself. You might even still get your reward yet. But you’ll have to work for it now, for that little comment. Do you wanna really impress me, Jimmy?”

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he nodded, half-lidded eyes. “Yes… ‘wanna impress you…” He mumbled, heart thudding in his chest at your sweetness, though he knew, somewhere deep inside, that he was going to have to pay.

“Awww, you look so dreamy, Jim.” Your eyes - your smile - all morphed in an instant, and his stomach twisted up excited and sick and a little scared at the sheer sadistic glee on your face. That was when your foot came pressing on his lower belly, right on the button of his pants, sending a shock through him that had him jolt, back straight, his face distorted with pain and betrayal and pleasure as you pressed into his bladder.

“No, no! Gh- Aaah!!” He cried out, grit his teeth and trembled, eyes wide and mad, struggling against his cuffs now, but they just scraped a metallic sound up against your bed frame. You laughed in delight.

“C’mon Jimmy, baby, I know you can do it. You can hold it. You can be a good boy. You wanna be a good boy for me? You wanna impress me?” He just seethed through his teeth, heart racing, almost hyperventilating now, the excruciating urgency as he tightened his muscles in a desperate bid to hold his piss against your forceful touch. He tried to back away but just met his back to the bed frame, and your foot followed, pushing him harder. He whimpered with every breath.

Then quickly, something broke in him: “Nnngh-! Please, please! Stop it, I can’t! Please, I’m begging you, I can’t hold it!” He whined, and then whined some more when you pushed your foot harder into his bladder. God, the torturous desperation, his whole pelvis screamed out critical agony under your foot. He knew, he was so hard, this was going to be fucking painful if he was forced to piss himself like this. Now in his racing, panicking mind, the humiliation of pissing his pants before you was a real imminent danger, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to stomach it after the fact.

“Awww, what’s that, Jimmy? I thought you didn’t beg for shit?” You said teasingly and bit your bottom lip as you grinned, twisting his words back on him as you forced your foot deeper, even harder, if it was even possible. “If you really can’t take it, you know the magic word. I won’t be mad.” Jimmy’s eyes began to water as he looked up at you, as you enjoyed every single second that you tortured him.

And then his face dropped in terrible realization - the internal sensation came first, he looked so desperately up into your face. “No, no, no, no,” he stuttered, watched your eyes widen in similar recognition as it started, the pain, the warm and wet sensation now beginning to creep and spread through his pants, on the skin of his thighs. It was done. Your foot came away from his belly. He grimaced, there was hardly a sensation of relief as your pressure let up, as his bladder began to empty, everything was deeply uncomfortable as the stream was forced through his swollen prostate, his erect cock. He couldn’t meet your eyes anymore, just hung his head and watched it happen - now easier because he began to soften watching his piss pool and spread on the plastic sheet beneath him. And then it was over. Now empty, he finally felt the relief, and the shame hanging heavy on his head.

“Now look at the mess you’ve made,” you tsked at him in mock-disappointment. “All over my floor! I thought you wanted to impress me. Seems like I might have to punish you, Jimmy…”

He knew, your ambiguous suggestion, you were trying to give him an out, give him an option to steer things a different way. But he wanted the punishment. What he did, he was disgusting. It’s what he wanted, what he deserved. He raised his head, narrowed eyes looking at you. “Punishment? For what? How the fuck did you expect me to hold it when you were pushing your foot into my damn bladder like that?” He challenged you, edging a tone of bitterness into his voice.

Taking the green light and running with it, you cocked your head and shrugged. “I dunno. That was your task, it was for you to figure out, now wasn’t it?” You retorted, sickly sweet like it was so very obvious.

“Fuck you, you sadistic bitch,” he scowled and spit again, this time at your feet.

You threw your head back and laughed, laughed as you turned and took the keys to his handcuffs from the dresser. “Isn’t that what you come here for, love?” You inspected the keys, selecting one of the two that were on the little ring, and moved behind him. “We’re gonna make sure this never happens again. And I know just how. It’s a little old-fashioned, but… quite effective.” Jimmy was bound by two pairs of handcuffs: one pair around his wrists and one pair securing the other cuffs to the bed. He waited, but wasn’t surprised when you released only the pair that tethered him to the bed.

You held his wrists and bent down to his level. You looked him in the face, and pointed down to his piss puddle on the floor in front of him. He followed your hand, looked down at his mess. “You see this? Bad.” His heart thudded at your forceful condemnation, and he looked back up at you. Your eyebrows drew together, as if to question his audacity. “No, don’t look at me, look at what you did,” you commanded him sharply, and he obeyed, looking down at his piss and then -

Your hand went to grab his hair and you forcefully bent him over, bringing his face down to meet the floor. He screwed his eyes shut waiting for the impact, but just felt the wetness touch his nose, and it smelt like, well, piss down there. “Bad! Bad, Jimmy, do you see what you did?” You admonished him, scolding him and putting his nose in his mess like he was a fucking dog. He opened his eyes, saw the tips of his brown hair touch the puddle and- and- strangely, felt tears welling up. He breathed deeply, jaw clenched and hissing through his teeth, willing himself not to cry. He had never fucking embarrassed himself by crying during one of your sessions and wasn’t about to now.

Still holding his face firmly near the floor, Jimmy heard you from above him: “Now clean up your mess.” No, you couldn’t - he turned his head just enough so that he could see you, turning his bewildered, red-rimmed gaze up at you, but your expression was hard. “Don’t look at me like that. You know exactly what I mean, don’t you? Clean up your fucking mess.”

Sluggishly, Jimmy turned back to the floor. His vision blurred. There was a moment where he questioned - Am I really going to do this? Should I say the word? But finally, slowly, he opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked his own piss from the plastic sheet below him. It was bitter, battery acid sour on his tongue. He felt the first tears fall. Stuck out his tongue again, licked again, and that spasmodic cry-breathing started in his chest. But still, your hand fisting his hair and holding his head down, he kept going, licked again, and again, and once more, until he retched, thick saliva drooling from his mouth. He knew it in his heart: this was the lowest he had ever felt, ever been in his life, because he did it all willingly. Then, he couldn’t deny it any longer, he whimpered, started sniffling, whined out little weeping sobs into the floor.

“Okay, I think that’s quite enough…” Your voice came soft now, compassionate as you let go of his hair. He felt your hand on his shoulder guiding him to sit up again, and he turned his head to the side, met your eyes, kneeling next to him as you looked at him gently, wet tears streaking down his cheeks as he tried, failed to stop his crying. “It’s okay, baby, cry if you need to. Nobody’s gonna judge you. You did really good,” you cooed at him, and he shut his eyes, devolving into painful gasping little sobs at your words as you rubbed soothing circles on his back. The words hit him, leaving a burning bittersweet ache in his chest, as you let him cry and cry and cry, like he never had before.

“You did so good, you were so much better than I expected, Jimmy. So obedient taking your punishment,” he felt you press a kiss to the meat of his sagging shoulder while he sniffled. “You were so good, so well-behaved in fact, that I think you deserve an orgasm anyways. Does that sound okay to you? Do you want to cum?” He turned his weary, wet eyes to you, with that loving, praiseful expression on your face, thinking for a second before he nodded. He almost didn’t want it, didn’t think he deserved it, but…

You smiled at him. “Yes, baby, that’s good. I’m gonna make you feel so good, Jimmy.” You were quick to work, reaching your two hands in front of him to undo the button of his jeans, unzipping his fly. His sniffling and tears had stopped now, but his eyes and face still felt swollen as he watched you work. His pants and underwear were still wet, but if you gave a fuck about it, he couldn’t tell as you delved confidently under the waistband and pulled his now flaccid cock out. He watched you trail your index finger, feather-light up and down his length as you leaned in, chin on his shoulder. He looked at you when you made contact. You turned your eyes towards him and you looked so pleased, so adoring, it felt funny in his stomach, even funnier after what had just transpired. “I want to make you feel good. That’s all I want, Jimmy. I want to make you cum. How could I not, after you cried those big, beautiful tears for me?” His cock twitched.

Oh, so it was like that? “Did you enjoy it?” His voice was quiet, and a little mistrustful, bitter. You took your head off his shoulder for a brief moment just to spit in your hand, then take up his now hardening length in your palm. A tentative stroke, and he took a sharp breath in.

“Of course I did… I’ve never seen you cry before,” you started stroking him in earnest, gentle on his half hard dick, and he groaned. “Why do you think I like tying you up and giving you pain, huh? I like to see you vulnerable. I think crying might be the most vulnerable you’ve ever been in front of me.” Why did those words go straight to his cock? It jumped in your hand, and you giggled, giving a little attention to the head that made his mouth part, that made the blood rush readily to swell between his legs. His heart and breathing quickened. “I’m willing to bet it even feels good now, that it feels like a relief.”

“I don’t know about that…” He mumbled on the exhale of one heaving breath. And really, he wasn’t sure. Crying in front of you like that felt mostly like salt in the wound that was him licking his own urine off the floor. But given that you were the one currently jerking him off, he wasn’t going to challenge you more than that.

“Maybe you haven’t cried enough to know what that relief feels like yet,” you mused to him, now he was fully hard as you stroked your loose fist over the length of his shaft, building up a growing, burning tension that made him sigh. He felt the impulse to buck his hips into your grasp, but he knew better.

“But hey, Jimmy, at least now you know something,” your voice turned sly, as he watched a lopsided grin form on your face. “I’ve seen you in lots of different ways over the years, and now I’ve seen you lick your own piss, and I’ve seen you cry in front of me,” you tightened your grip around him ever so slightly, picked up your pace, your ministrations building a fire in his belly as you leaned into his ear, whispered like a secret: “…and I still really, really like you a lot.”

At that, Jimmy’s eyes rolled closed, and he grit his teeth, letting out a strangled little whimper, his cock throbbing in your hand. You took it as your cue to start a furious tempo, each little slap of his skin sounding out in time with the flicks of your wrist in the silence of your room. He felt you pull away from his shoulder but he kept his eyes closed, focusing fully on the sensation building in him, the way you knew his cock so well, the way the pleasure crackled like electricity in his nerves, the way your words bounced around in his head. Then you started up shallower fast strokes, focusing on the head, each motion of your hand a more intense sensation, your thumb stroking over the ridge, your fingers rubbing the underside with purpose, that he was consumed in whole by the feeling of you. He felt his hips twitch upwards, struggled against the desire to just let go and-

“‘S that good? If thrusting will make you feel good, then thrust, baby,” you cooed, your voice low in his ear, and with that permission he started bucking his hips wantonly into your fist. The added motion, his muscles contracting, only served to heighten the pleasure, even as you struggled to keep your rhythm, your technique, he didn’t care, it still felt so fucking good his mouth dropped open to let out these low, guttural moans in time with every motion of his hips. The tension inside was reaching its peak, he could feel it, and it was gonna snap…

“I can feel your cock pulsing, Jimmy, I know you’re close. Cum for me, I wanna see you cum, I wanna see your pretty o-face…” Now his rhythm faltered as his hips stuttered, as he teetered on the edge, and you picked up where he fell off, stroking him so rapidly, stroking him until finally! He positively whined, broke inside, the tension let up, and his cock spasmed with every pulse of his orgasm, every flick as you stroked him through his release. “That’s it, that’s it, there you go. Good, feels good, huh? You deserve it.” You praised him sweetly as he came.

There he was, gasping and exhausted in the aftermath, and finally he opened his eyes in front of him. And well, he didn’t really wanna look at his piss on the floor, so he turned to you, your breathtaking face, where you were looking at your hand, where his cum was dripped all down the back of your knuckles. Your eyes flicked from your hand, up to Jimmy’s eyes, back down to your hand. You brought your hand up to your mouth, and making direct eye contact, you licked at his cum, which made his heart leap and his stomach flip in some kinda way. You grinned. “Look at you. Your face and chest are all red,” you said, running your fingertips over the mound of his pectoral.

Beside him, you stood up. He heard the keys jingling as you retrieved them from the bed, and he presented his wrists as best as he could for you to uncuff him. He grunted as he brought his hands to his front - god, it had been hours, his shoulders were painful and stiff as he rubbed his wrists.

“Do you want some water?” You asked gently, standing above him. Jimmy just looked at you for a moment, thinking “are you serious?” and scoffed, opened his mouth to speak.

But you closed your eyes, held your hand out to stop him, and quickly backpedaled: “No, no. You’re totally right, maybe not. I guess the most important thing right now is to get you cleaned up.” Looking down at him, you offered your hand, and he took it while he struggled to get up off his knees, groaned in pain, staggered feeling dizzy while you steadied him on his feet.

He was finally towering over you, looking down at you. Still, your soft hand in his, he let you lead him out of your bedroom and towards the washroom, talking to him as you went: “We’ll get you a hot shower and then, yeah, I’ll get your pants in the washing machine. Maybe it would have made sense to bring extra clothes but, I guess you did just show up on my doorstep, didn’t know we would end up doing this tonight… Are you hungry? Maybe we can order some food after if you’ll be here for a while. Or maybe, maybe you could even stay the night, I don’t know… If you want,” you turned and looked up at him, lovely owlish eyes asking him to stay, without asking.

These words, all this concern for him, rattled around with the whispered affirmation you gave him while stroking him off. Jimmy had no fucking clue on planet Earth, or any of the other planets he had been to, why you liked him so damn much. But at this moment, he wasn’t gonna question it. “…Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

#gotta be fr im not even that into piss i just wanna make him suffer #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing jimmy x reader #jimmy mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing #mouthwashing jimmy #x.writing

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luvologyy · 2 months ago

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Crew headcannons.

Characters: Anya, daisuke, curly (before crash), Swansea, jimmy..(ik ik🙄)

Dating headcannons next ! ᵔᴗᵔ

A/N: my first post hai guys 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

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Anya

Age: 27 ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

Height: 5'6

Anya is Vietnamese and Brazilian 🇧🇷🇻🇳 her mom is Vietnamese, and her dad is from Brazil.

Graduated at the age of 18

She's closer to her Vietnamese side of her family but still close with her dad's side

She's the oldest sister over her younger brother and sister

She's bisexual but prefers women

LOVES TABBY CATS AND PERSIAN CATSS

Her favorite subjects in school were math and science

Has a small shelf with shoes, sandals, and slippers near her front door

NEVER WEARS SHOES INSIDEE ALWAYS.

Used to have doctors play kits and play doctor with her dad when she was a kid🩷

She prefers wine over any other kind of alcohol. Fancy.

She uses rose scents or clean scented hygiene products/perfume (daisuke HATES when she uses floral stuff)

HATES seafood.

Is an older sister figure to daisuke, always looking out for him

She used to smoke then quitted (proud of her)

Dresses in frilly long skirts with bigger shirts and cardigans for everyday clothes

Wears sm eyeliner or mascara she literally brings like 6 tube's of each

Wear doc Martin loafers

Loves Sims 4

Listens to artists/bands like The Cranberries, TV girl, Clairo, Laufey, Beabadoobee, MARINA, and Lana Del Rey.

She'd rather smell like roses or raspberries

Her favorite color is purple

Daisuke

Age: 22 ᵔᴗᵔ

Height: 5'11

His full name is Daisuke Juarez

He's filipino and Hawaiian 🇵🇭 (WHERE MY FILIPINOS ATT?)

Gooner.

He listens to K-pop groups like stray kids, enhypen, or kiss of life

He listens to artists/bands like Steve Lacy, beabadoobee, Tyler the creator, creepy nuts, frank ocean, and sun-kissed Lola

LOVES LISTENING TO ATARASHII GAKKO

SOME BEABADOOBEE REFFERANCES IN HEREE.

He's from Californiaa

He smells like oranges or fruit punch

Daisuke is fluent in tagolog

Taught Swansea to say "putang Ina" thinking it meant "thank you" 💀

Him cackling in the corner when Swansea says it to the other crew members.. hay nako.

Likes watching ghibli movies, his fav ghibli movie is spirited away.

Sometimes, accidently calls anya "ate anya" (ate = older sister) he gets embarrassed but anya doesn't mind it.

He plays baseball

Gossips about old people from school with anya

LOVES PHÓ NOODLES (anya would always make it)

Loves building lego sets

If he was in the hunger games, he would die IMMEDIATELY. He'll just start crying

Daisukes a horrible liar. HE'LL LIE ABOUT THE MOST STUPIDEST THINGS.

Reader: "daisuke, did you take my candy bar?"

"... no." The wrapper sticking our his pocket..

*You raise your eyebrow at him*

* sigh* "yeah.."

He thinks that santa is real

He would have anime girl posters in his room😭

He likes reptiles. He'd have a pet beared dragon and put tiny hats on it

He collects Pokémon cards

He likes beetles

Daisukes favorite drinks are Arizona teas or apple cider

SNORES SO LOUDLY.

Captain Curly

Age: 35 ˊˎ-

Height: 6'5

He's Australian 🇦🇺 NO DENYING.

He moved to the U.S. in his early teens (13 or 14) with the rest of his family, then met Jimmy in high school

Actually enjoys watching YouTube shorts..

He'd have the newest or most expensive iPhone and not know how to use it 😭

HE CRIES WHILE WATCHING DISNEY MOVIES.. what a REAL man.

PLEASEE teach this man to season his food😭🙏 ITLL SAVE HIS LIFE.

Decorates his house in Christmas decorations as soon as November starts

He's sings in the shower and wears shower caps (he's extra like that)

Played hockey in high school

PLEASE INTRODUCE YOUR CULTURES FOOD TO HIM, it'll be his new favorite

Snores but isn't as loud as daisuke

He loves history. It was his favorite subject in school

He smells like clean laundry

Uses dove products or method bodywash

Has containers of protein powder

Goes to the gym almost everymorning

He still has an Australian accent (MMMH🙈)

He's allergic to peanuts or other nuts straight up (he missing outt)

Growing up, he had a tree house in his backyard and hung out with Jimmy when they were teens, and they always decorated it with posters and lights

Went to military school with Jimmy

He's such a millennial.. he'd laugh at the most unfunniest Facebook quotes. It's sad.

"Cmon, you can't say this is so funny!"

"Curly, it's not that funny.."

"IT makes sense though!"

"CAPTAIN NO.."

"..aw."

He always helped Jimmy with his school work in high school

He HATES it when people crack their knuckles. HATES IT

He likes musicals his favorites are Hamilton and Chicago

He keeps old trophies and jerseys from his high school hockey team hung up on shelves or frames

He listens to punk floyd, cigarettes after sex, the weekend, beyonce, and sade

Jimmy

Age: 34 ᝰ.ᐟ

Height: 6'2

He's polish and white 🇺🇸🇵🇱

He drinks really bitter black coffee. He thinks adding sugar ruins it.

He smells like cigarettes and liquor

He only uses men scented products (idek if he showers but wtv)

He met curly in highschool

He always skipped class and snuck out of school while curly was the exact opposite

He took a little Spanish in highschool

He also went to military school with curly and made him sneak out of campus with him

He listens to divorced dad rock like blink 182, linkin park, limp bizkit, ac/dc, and radio head

Listens to other artists, too like icp, judas priest, metallica, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, or ozzy osbourne

He used to steal or break into cars when he was in his teens.

He lived with his dad and older brother after he lost his mom at a young age.

He sleeps in his underwear. If not, he's sleeping in pj pants with no shirt

His favorite subjects in high school were gym and history

Even though he skipped class, he still has favorites!

Besides the rock and metal he'll listen to, he loves listening to SADE. (It's his guilty pleasure for him) aww

Every time he'll listen to SADE, it'll remind him of his mom he lost

Thinks toaster struddles are better than pop tarts

He used to smoke weed, I can kinda see it in him.

He honestly likes chemistry and math, even if they weren't his favorites

SUCKED ASS in English class, He couldn't write poems and essays for shit.

Swansea

Age: 58 ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

Height: 5'10

MERICAAA🇺🇸🔥 RAHH

Married to his wife of 30 years (sorry, Swansea fans)

He sneezes so LOUDLY

He snores like a loud train

Has 2 daughters and 1 son

Likes cooking barbecue

He likes to take his family camping and teaches his kids how to fish

He definitely shops at Costco or Sam's club

He'd get confused when his daughters would put selfie filters on him, but he doesn't mind. Whatever makes em happy

He always puts his kids in sports clubs

He used to be a coach for baseball

A/N: sorry these suck😑

#mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #captain curly x reader #daisuke #mouthwashing headcanon #headcanon #˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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femaholicc · 1 month ago

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—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ thinking about nerd armin and a mean girl reader i love him sm! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Bestfriend armin! Who fell in love with his manipulative best friend. His bestfriend who always treated him like a bug under her cute pink jimmy choo heel.

Of course it wasn’t always this way. You were the best of friends when you were younger , going everywhere together always hand in hand and her bright smile’s always on display for him and only him.

That changing when you two entered college together. When you got involved with a certain green eyed boy who deemed armin “not on your level”.

Armin didn’t think he ever was anyway, with his overgrown shoulder length blonde hair , black framed glasses and old patterned sweaters that never looked right next to your golden brown skin , pink lacy tops and stiletto nails, white toes always adorned with the newest designer shoe. Even so you are his best friend , the girl who never teased him for his nerdy interests or lack of social skills.

Then came the teasing words and demanding requests that bordered between teasing and mean , all disguised under a pretty glossy smile and always a “pretty please minnie”.

He constantly wondered why you had changed what brought on this new attitude towards him. Sometimes even tearing up at the thought that this might be the phase before you shut him out of your life forever. And oh did that thought have his heart turning and eyes glossy. So he put up with it. He did everything you asked even when you were a little too mean towards him. Throwing words that had his heart clinching and maybe got his dick aching unusually in his pants, which he hid behind his schoolbooks and a tight lipped smile. Because the thought of loosing you was more painful than any words or lack of attention you gave him. He rather be treated like your dog than become nothing to you.

#armin x black reader #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert #aot x black reader #aot #aot x reader #armin x black fem! reader #armin x fem reader #armin x black y/n #armin arlert smut #wafflingwitheden🍨#armin smut #armin x reader #femaholicc #armin aot #attack on titan armin

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bowsandsturniolos · 1 month ago

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ripped

inspired by this post.

pairing: rough!dom!matt x reader (established relationship)

warnings: storyline with smut at the end, angst, cussing, teasing, public (kinda), oral (f) nude sending, smacking.

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you've been out all day with the triplets, shopping and laughing and chatting. you three were having a great time. matt was miserable.

all day, you've been doing little things to get under his skin. "accidentally" dropping your hair clip and bending over in front of him to pick it up, going a little too high up when your hand is rubbing his thigh, brushing your fingers over him when you reach for the keys on his belt, things like that.

things minor enough for neither chris or nick to pick up on, but major enough to piss matt off. he's been shooting you glares everytime you try something, silently communicating that he hates this. or at least he tries to.

he's been acting like he's not enjoying this, but the prominent bulge in his jeans say otherwise. he's pissed, but he can't bring himself to stop you. it's around 5pm now, and you guys just got seated at a restaurant. a booth, to be precise.

nick and chris are on one side, you and matt on the other. the waiter comes up and takes orders for drinks. you haven't done anything in an hour or two, so matt's pretty normal, the bulge in his jeans almost fully gone.

you place your hand on his knee and trace small patterns over it with your manicured nails, touching the clothed skin softly. matt smiles at the thickly sensation and makes brief eye contact with you, but it doesn't bother him.

the boys get into a conversation about how much they miss boston and how excited they are to head home for the holidays, reminiscing on all the things they're gonna do with trevor and nate and jimmy and justin.

you smile as you listen, excited to go as well. you begin to rub matt's thigh softly, the move casual and only sparking slight alarm in matt due to your earlier actions.

they continue chatting. the waiter comes over and takes orders. once he turns to matt to ask for his order, you discreetly place your hand over his crotch under the table.

you begin to slowly palm him. you watch matt's jaw clench. he clears his throat, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"i'll have.. uhm.." his voice trembles as you apply more pressure, rubbing over the forming bulge with intent. "may i have the barbecue mac n cheese, please?"

you smile innocently when you make eye contact with chris. the waiter nods and takes nicks order. you make eye contact with matt and smirk, giving him an experimental squeeze.

he chokes on air, stifling a moan. he death glares, warning you. you put both your hands up in surrender, smirking.

you four chat like usual, continuing on with your night. you run a few more errands and everything goes smoothly. you're in the car on the way home. chris is driving, matt's in the passenger seat, and you and nick are in the back.

nick's absorbed in his phone, and matt is dropping tips for chris as he drives. you're on your phone too, your feet up on the seat, pointing toward nick so your phone screen is out of his view.

you go to your private gallery, looking through all the dirty pictures you've taken over time. you settle on one of you in a matching bra and panties set, black and lacy. you're also wearing matt's sweatpants in the photo, but they're pulled down to mid thigh.

you bite back a grin and send it to matt, butterflies in your tummy when you hear his phone ding. he picks it up and you watch his reflection in the window. his mouth drops open and his cheeks twinge a tad red.

he clears his throat and puts his phone down. "chris, the fuck're you doin? i look away for a fuckin second and you've drifted fifty lanes." he snaps.

we reach home, but chris just drops matt and i off, nick and chris grabbing some late night taco bell that neither of you are in the mood for. you walk into the house with matt behind you.

you hear him grunting under his breath, clearly pissed. you smirk. suddenly, you feel a sting on your ass. like a bite, along with a loud clapping sound. you wince.

matt slapped your ass. and hard. "the fuck was that for?" you shriek, rubbing over where he smacked.

"for you bein a fuckin prick all day." he grunts. your eyebrows furrow in feigned innocence.

"what do you mean?" you say, not being able to hold back your smirk. before you can even speak or think, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

you're dangling over his shoulder, his arm around your ass as he carries you like you weigh nothing. next thing you know he's tossing you on the bed.

he starts taking your clothes off one by one, leaving no room for argument. once you're stripped down to just your panties and bra, his jaw clenches. he knows these. the ones from the photo.

he shoves you back on the bed, jamming his knee between your legs and placing a hand on the bed on either side of your head, trapping you. he brings his face impossibly close to yours.

"what the fuck is wrong with you? been fucking with me all day. you think it's cute and funny to get me hard and mess with me in front of my brothers, eh? you think you're funny? you seem to forget who's name you scream every night."

you're rendered speechless, unable to do or say anything but rub your thighs together. he's trying to teach you a lesson but he's really just getting you soaked.

"matt, i'm-" he smashes his lips onto yours. you moan into the kiss, swallowing all of the noises he lets out enthusiastically. his hands grab at your hips, rubbing and massaging the skin.

he pulls away suddenly and drops to his knees in front of you. before you can say a word, his fingers hook under the waistline of your panties, fingertips grazing your pubic bone.

you suck in a breath, assuming he's gonna pull them down. you furrow your eyebrows and look down when he still hasn't and find him with his arms straining opposite directions, veins popping out in his hands.

you hear a loud ripping sound along with the sight of matt quite literally ripping your panties in half. "no more. you pissed me off." he hisses, taking your now obliterated panties off of you.

you're still in shock, lips parted as you try to process what just happened, matt spreading your legs practically going unnoticed by you. that's until you feel his tongue force its way into your tight hole.

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author's note: hey guys! loved this post and i saw a comment that gave me the idea to write a fic! and merry christmas to those who celebrate. as usual i hope you guys enjoyed and please tell me how you feel about it! with love, bows, and sturniolos. 🎀💗

@whore4mattsturniolo @jcsturniolo11

#sturniolo triplets #bows and sturniolos #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #the sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo

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abibliophobiaa · 2 years ago

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Luna my love, may I ask for Steve and Trembling 💕

18+ oral; f! receiving (2K Words).

This part had happened before. The slow, languid kisses. Lips, tongues and teeth, ebbing and flowing like waves on the shore. A new couple learning what their partner enjoyed. Learning what sounds meant they liked what the other was doing, what sounds meant to change things up, quicken the tempo, slow down.

Steve’s fingers roamed your sides. The flimsy material of your summer dress pushed up and off ages ago now. Each caress like a gentle breeze spilling in through those gently parted windows of your apartment bedroom. Tucked away from the world, away from peering gazes, away from everyone else. In here, there was only this. Only you two, tangled together as close as two might be.

New as your relationship was, you’d only ventured one another like this. Hands over and under clothes. Fingers curled inside into that place no one has ever reached before, and yours curled around him, dragging praises and curses out of the man. But you hadn’t wandered further.

At least, not until tonight. Not until drive-in movies. Cola tinged tongues twining over a packet of Twizzlers. Where sinfully sweet kisses turned into wandering hands and breathy gasps, before a flashlight had illuminated the back of the BMW and you both were nearly kicked out by an attendant when you’d both maybe gotten a little too carried away.

You’d pulled out of the grassy lot laughing. Cheeks burning from how hard you smiled—how hard you always smiled with him. The boy with his beautiful features, huge heart, and arms that felt more and more like home after every date.

Normally you’d find it alarming how quickly you liked the boy, but Steve Harrington was different. Sunshine in his soul and kindness personified. Sure, he had his frustrated streak when it came to the gaggle of teens who’d jokingly referred to him as ‘Mom’ the first time you’d met them all, but it was bolstered by a love that ran so deeply for them you knew it had been forged in fire.

Which was how you found yourself in your present situation now. Bellies full after rushing to the diner post drive-in movie escape, plate of cheesy fries shared between you, and cheesier smiles on both your faces. In the car you’d felt free and bold, had dragged your fingers along his cock. Squeezed. Watched his knuckles whiten around the steering wheel, watched his slow inhales and exhales, relished in the way he choked your name and kicked the car up into a faster speed. And then he’d been on you from the moment you slipped into your apartment, key jimmying the lock shut, your back flush against the door and his mouth igniting you and setting you ablaze like a live wire.

Your mouth now rounded in a sigh, his fingers curled around your back, toying with the band of your bra. His shirt on the floor, your dress beside his, the lacy underwear you wore pressed against the heft of his thigh deliciously in a way that made you crave more, his cock resting hard and heavy somewhere against your hip. Dizzying. Maddeningly so, hot and syrupy, in the way he kissed you. Presses of pressure and peals of pleasure.

“Can I?” His words were a rasp.

Another kiss is pressed to the space between your breasts. Feather soft, sickly sweet. Your nodded consent has him unhooking the back, your bra tossed into the growing heap on the floor, arm coming to rest over your naked chest.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, rubbing a gentle circle into the inside of your wrist draped over yourself. Kissed your forehead where it wrinkled, as if he’d sensed the nervousness welling in your belly. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, right?”

You’d heard those words before. From other partners, sure. But with Steve, you truly believed them. Tucked his words of affection away into the depths of your heart, little secrets meant only for you two. The man who’d stepped into your life on a whim, after Eddie Munson had introduced you two after a concert for Corroded Coffin. Figured you’d be a match made in heaven. And he’d been right, a truth you can see now staring back at you, reflected in those hazel eyes boring into your soul.

“Thank you, Steve,” you said back, letting your hand fall away, letting your head fall back into the plush pillows beneath as he whispered praises into your skin, hot tongue licking across flesh, laving over your chest. Then lower, and lower still. Trailing across your sternum, kissing along the soft of your stomach. Nipping at your hips until you giggled, until you glanced down at him, his body half off the bed, brushing gentle kisses to the insides of your thighs, his intent dropping like lead into your stomach.

“Oh, you don’t…I mean…no one really—”

His head peered up from between your thighs, paused in his ministrations along your skin. You barely had a moment to speak before he was crawling up by your face again, one elbow pressed into the mattress beside your head, the over curled over your cheek, his nose nudging yours sweetly. “Has no one…?”

Hating the way your cheeks burned from embarrassment, you tucked your face into his collarbone, his bare chest flush against yours, one of his arms curled around your shoulders to keep you nestled close. As his fingers traced comforting lines into your skin, you finally replied, but it came out muffled against his skin.

His chest leaped with his laughter. “Baby, were those even words?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled, nuzzling his skin with your forehead. “But if you must know…no, no one has…done that. Don’t laugh. I feel like you’re judging me right now.”

He froze at that. Body stiffened beneath yours, leaning back just enough so you could catch the downturn of his lips. The way those hazel eyes darkened a bit, still hazy in his lust, but tinged with another emotion you couldn’t quite place a name to.

“Not judging you,” he promised, tipping your chin up to kiss your lips gently. “Just all the idiots who came before.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out, trying to hide again, but he cupped your cheeks in his palms.

“You are so beautiful. Every inch of you. Do you trust me?” he asked, forehead resting against yours.

“I do.”

He unraveled himself from your arms. Arms still bracketing your head as you finally laid back against the bed beneath him, his flush against yours, one thigh between yours. Heart racketing in your chest, you closed your eyes, smiling to yourself as the man leaned down and kissed you once more before making his way back down your body.

A kiss on your collar bone. The curve of your breast. A teasing lip against the skin there that had your sides jolting, his laughter lyrical in your ears. Another to your abdomen, the curve of your hip. Fingers pressing into the swell of your hips, adoring the flesh of your thighs as he parted them to make room for himself between them. Every nerve ending felt alive. The swift rise and fall of your chest apparent as he reached the hemline of your panties, finger rubbing a slow circle over your clothed clit that had you turning your head into your pillow to muffle your moan.

“Sweetheart,” he said, pulling you from your wayward thoughts. Your distracted thoughts, hyper aware of every inch of you about to be on display for the boy.

You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, grinning widely as he leaned up and claimed your mouth with his.

“I love—” another kiss, “every damn sound you make—” another kiss against the curve of your throat this time, making your head fuzzy, “it’s just us here, okay? No need to hold back with me, baby.”

It was enough to calm your nerves. Heart still hammering away, but the reminder of his words ruled out. Pushing the pillow away, you sighed as his careful fingers toyed with the little bow on the front of your underwear, head tipping up enough to watch the way he slowly, so slowly, pulled them down your thighs and dropped them onto the ground beside him.

Like this he could drop his knees down onto the floor and pull you against him, and he did, dragging one of your thighs over his shoulder in the process. Kissed the inside of an ankle and grinned as you shuddered bodily in his arms, before skimming up higher and higher, leaving scorching marks in his dangerous wake.

“Oh, honey,” he sighed, and to your ears it sounded like a plea—or a prayer. Thick fingers glided through your slick, dragging a familiar path from your center to your clit, watching your reactions. The curl of your toes, the way your heels dug into his shoulders, the pinch of your eyes flush against your cheeks. This, with him, you knew. “Wanna kiss you here. You’re so pretty. Can I?”

As soon as you nod, you finally understand why your friends had raved about this after one too many drinks during girl’s nights. The way Steve’s fingers are replaced by his tongue. Warm and wet, parting you for him. Curling over that part of you that has your back arching up off the mattress, fingers clenching in messy locks of hair on his head, cheeks heating when you realize you might have pulled a little too hard.

“Pull harder,” he reassured, as if he knew. And it’s enough to have you brave enough to do so, chest heaving, whimpering beneath him, hips writhing against the place where he worships between parted thighs.

Steve was always handsome. Had been that first night at the bar, draped over the table, arms on display. Wearing those too-tight jeans that always left little to the imagination and a shirt stretched over a broad chest and wide shoulders. But like this? One hand curled around your legs, his other joining his tongue and sliding two fingers into you, fingertips turning white against your flesh where he clutched at your skin to keep you spread for him, doing things you’d never dreamed of, plucking moans from you like one would play an instrument? Diabolical.

“Steve, I’m gonna—”

You’d never before. Not like this. This dizzying free fall. The sudden snap, and then the white flash behind your eyes as you cried his name into your bedroom. As he continued to pump his fingers into you through it, whispering words of adoration into your skin.

And then he was kissing you, arm curling around the back of your head, your taste lingering on the tongue that glided over your own. “Good?” he asked.

“Good?” You laughed against his shoulder, incredulous. “Pretty sure I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

“Is that so?” He smirked.

“Don’t get too big a head now,” you teased, your hips rocking up into his, drawing a groan out of his throat.

“Yeah?”

“Never been so sure.”

Before long, you’d shoved down his boxers and he flashed a bright smile as you rolled over him, still trembling thighs on either side of his hips, a little breathless but feeling brazen. A packet was pulled from a bedside drawer and Steve hurriedly readied himself, asking if you were ready. To which you nodded, kissing his lips, fingers twining through his against your bedspread.

Then finally, that kiss turning into a breathless gasp as you sank down onto him, heart full.

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#lunalovessteve #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington x you #steve Harrington x reader

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ladykailitha · 9 months ago

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Everything I Ever Wanted Part 2/4

Yay! The next chapter is out!! I am really loving all the attention this little story got. Again please read the original.

Pt 1

In this one we have the charity gala for the alpha health care that Eddie suggested in the penultimate chapter. Chrissy is a gem. And Steve and Corroded Coffin boys have a little fun.

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Steve and Eddie were getting ready for their third annual Alpha Health gala.

Every year since Eddie had suggested it, they had thrown a gala raising money to bring awareness to alpha health issues. Last year they had even managed to get alpha health classes mandated in middle and high school through the national congress and both Eddie and Steve was on hand when the president signed it into law.

Steve pulled on his black, lacy, thigh high stockings, clipping them to the garter belt then came on the black glittering stilettos. He pulled out the dress he was going to wear for the evening.

It was in the same style as the gold dress that had started this all, with the low drape in front and backless, but instead of the slits up to the middle of his thighs, it was a mermaid tail with a glittering train.

Steve was more comfortable with his feminine side now, not shying away from cuts that hid his broad thighs and flat chest. The only reason the drape this time is that Eddie loved his tits.

He giggled as he pulled on the dress, reveling in the silky smoothness of the material against his skin.

He was finishing his makeup when Eddie stepped out of the bathroom where he had been showering.

He looked up at Eddie and smiled at his naked form. His tattoos and piercings on display.

“Like what you see, darlin’?” Eddie said with a smirk.

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “You know I do. I love looking at your tats.”

Eddie squeezed the water from his hair. “Yeah? You got a favorite, big boy?”

Steve stood up from his vanity and stalked over to his very naked fiance. He looked him up and down, the heat of his gaze lingering over his lean frame. “You could say that.”

“if you say your initials on my ass, sweetheart,” Eddie said with a snort, “you and I are going to have words.”

Steve giggled and wrapped his hands around his butt. “As much as I adore that one, it’s not my favorite.”

“Yeah, so which one is your favorite then?”

Steve brought one hand up to trace the serpent on Eddie’s neck, and the other to trace the bats on his right forearm. “All great tattoos, but my favorite...” both of his hands dusted against dragon that curled around his abs, “is this one.”

Eddie’s stomach clenched at the touch. “Yeah? Why is that one your favorite, then?”

Steve leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Because I love getting on my knees and kissing my way down it to suck your cock.”

Eddie threw back his head and groaned. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to will his cock not to react.

Steve stepped back and turned with a wink. “Too bad we don’t have time for any fun, guests are set to start arriving any minute now.”

“Baby,” Eddie moaned. “People try and tell me that I’m the menace in this relationship, but I’m pretty sure you just proved that it’s you.”

Steve cackled. “That’s because I’m sweet little omega,” he said clutching his hands and batting his eyelashes, “I couldn’t possibly be as freaky out of the bedroom as I am in it.”

“More fools they, then.”

Eddie got dressed in his favorite designer Jimmy Pantera. The tight leather pants, the knee-high laced boots, the black billowy shirt and the vest that looked like a paisley design but it you looked close enough they were actually dicks.

Steve laughed for a good twenty minutes when he saw it. He was the one that insisted that Eddie wear it.

Then he showed it to his bandmates and they all agreed to have some kind of dick tastefully woven into their clothes tonight and they were going to make a game of it to see who can catch the most.

Steve was sure he was going to win.

Well, Eddie was too, but he wasn’t going to admit that, not when there was a bet of a hundred dollars on the line.

When Steve finished putting on his jewelry, he turned in his seat to see Eddie putting in the last of his accessories. A single black diamond stud in his left ear.

“I still think it’s cheating,” Eddie huffed, walking over and flicking Steve’s earring, “that these are your dicks.”

Steve’s earrings had two diamonds side by side at the lobe and string of three diamonds hanging down, the third one slightly larger than the other two.

He snickered. “It’s tasteful and hilarious. Be grateful I didn’t chose the pink diamonds.”

“Now that would have been hilarious, princess,” Eddie said with a grin. “You ready for this?”

He held out his hand to help Steve to his feet.

Steve took it and pulled in close to his fiance. “Ready when you are, dearest.”

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Jeff was the last one of the band to arrive.

“All boys,” Steve said with a grin. “Here are the rules. You have until midnight to figure out where everyone’s sneaky dicks are. Eddie even has one you don’t know about. You’ll write them down on a piece of paper when you think you got it and hand it to me. And then whoever has the most correct wins the bet and the absolutely magnificent bottle of red I found as a prize.”

Once he got all their nods of understanding he sent them off to enjoy their evening.

Chrissy was on the guest list, but she had also came with Jeff as his escort for the evening.

Steve privately thought that the Corroded Coffin guitarist was crushing on the omega, but he was going to keep that to himself.

Her princess cut, sleeveless, pink dress had ruffles in the front and Steve tilted his head with an amused smirk on his face.

He excused himself from Eddie’s side and went up to the beautiful omega.

They greeted each other by kissing the other’s cheeks.

Steve held her out at arms length. “Darling, you look stunning!”

Chrissy giggled and did a little spin.

“Do you like it?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“I love it!” he giggled. He raised an eyebrow. “Is this supposed to sneaky or overt?”

Chrissy did another spin with the her dress, making it flare out dramatically. “Overt, of course!” She leaned over and giggled. “I’m bringing awareness to female alphas sexual health, too. Like male omegas, they have both a vulva and a cock and we shouldn’t forget that in the sea of all this knothead fuckery.”

“Chrissy dearest,” Steve said with his voice filled with wonder.

“Yes, Stevie darling?” she asked with a sly grin.

“I adore you!” he wrapped his arms around her waist and swung her around.

She shrieked in delight until he put her down.

Chrissy reached up and flicked his right earring. “But I’m guessing these are covert?”

Steve grinned. “Yes, but don’t you going snitching to Jeff. He has to figure it out on his own.”

She clutched her chest in mock outrage. “I’d never!”

“Good,” he said booping her nose, “see that it stays that way.”

They chatted for a few minutes more before she went back to Jeff’s side.

Steve looked around to see if he could find his smoking hot fiance when he saw two other people he wanted to say hi to, instead.

He grabbed two glasses of champagne on his way over and handed one to each Joyce and Senator Jim Hopper.

“Thank you both for coming,” he said with a sincere smile.

Jim huffed out a laugh. “Son, I’d be a fairly stupid congressman if I didn’t show up to the fundraiser to raise awareness for the law I fucking wrote and got passed last year.”

“Jim!” Joyce protested, but both her and Steve were grinning.

“Still it’s good to see you both,” Steve murmured. “How are you taking to being grandparents?”

Joyce and Jim shared a secret smile.

“We’re doing great,” Joyce said. “Nancy is really taking to parenthood. She’s so protective of Jonathan. It’s really sweet.”

Steve nodded. It was one of Nancy’s greatest fears that she wouldn’t feel anything toward her children should she have any. But to hear that that was a baseless concern was a good thing.

Just then Nancy and Jonathan arrived arm in arm.

“Speak of the devils,” Jim said with gruff pride.

Steve looked over his shoulder to see a smiling, radiant Nancy and a soft and glowing Jonathan, who looked about four months along.

“Well that’s certainly a surprise,” Steve said with a raised eyebrow.

Joyce giggled into her hand. “It was for them, too. But I’ve never seen anyone so excited that she was going to have another baby with the love of her life.”

“I’m happy for her,” he said softly.

Joyce’s expression softened. “It must be so hard for you, watching old friends having children. I remember you told me that you’re infertile.”

Steve opened his mouth to tell her the truth. But decided that he didn’t want anyone to know yet. His body sagged a bit.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But I’m happy being who I am.”

She squeezed his hand and the couple wandered off.

Steve looked around again and this time spotted Eddie with that omega actress again.

His stomach swooped painfully.

A warm hand touched his elbow and Steve started. He looked over at Chrissy who had a concerned expression on her face.

“Are you okay?” she asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down his arm.

He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “What if I’m not a golden omega? What if all these hoops I’m jumping through are for nothing and he’s stuck with a needy, barren omega?”

Chrissy looked over at the actress who had her hand on Eddie’s arm as they talked.

“Look at her,” Steve whispered harshly. “She’s beautiful, talented, rich, and hasn’t had hundreds of alphas between her legs.”

Chrissy smacked his arm. “And Eddie isn’t the remotest bit interested in her.”

His head whipped around to face her so fast she was afraid of whiplash, the dork.

“She’s not interested him either,” Chrissy insisted. “Look at their body language. You’re good at that. Show off for me. Imagine it’s just two strangers what would you see?”

Steve let out a low shuddering breath and closed his eyes. He opened them slowly.

“She’s touching his arm,” Steve said, “something a lot people will use as a sign of attraction because gets the two them being connected.”

“But...” Chrissy said with a sly smile.

Steve waved at them. “But, she’s staying arm’s length. She’s not leaning into his space. Her smile is genuine, but it’s not flirty.”

She squeezed his arm in encouragement. “Now do him.”

He chewed on his lip. He knew what attraction looked like on Eddie having seen it first hand for years.

He was all heat. Lowered eyelids, smoldering eyes, dimples belying his smirk. He also had to touch. Hand, waist, shoulder, cheek. He would lean into the other person’s space, like he couldn’t bare to be far from them.

Eddie was touching her. But it was a loose hand hold and fond smile. They were clearly just friends.

“He’s being too casual with her,” Steve finally said. “If he was interested in her he would be closer, all heated glances and whispered promises.”

Chrissy grinned and gave his arm one more squeeze before letting go. “Now go get your man.”

Steve took a deep breath and began to walk. He walked right up to Eddie’s side and the actress greeted him by throwing her arms around his neck and talking happily about how excited she is that Eddie found his perfect partner.

Steve looked over Eddie who is blushing, but proud. So he leaned into the touch. He could allow himself this. Being her friend, too.

So he held her hand and started talking happily about the date they set and how they hoped either his heat or Eddie’s rut wouldn’t come early.

“Could you imagine,” Steve huffed, “going into heat at your bonding reception? I don’t think I’d ever come out in public ever again.”

Eddie laughed and drew him in close. “I’d be okay with that.”

The actress, who had now been properly introduced as Nikita Auclair, gasped. Her eyes wide with delighted amusement.

“You hound dog!” she shrieked, hitting his arm.

Eddie just smiled, unrepentant.

“Oh don’t worry,” Steve said, leaning in close to her, “I can make him heel.”

She threw her head back and laughed. She touched her chest as she fought to breath.

“I like you,” Nikita said, “Let’s do lunch before the bonding. I’d love to get to know you better.”

Steve kissed her cheek. “Eddie has my number, call me.”

She squeezed his hand and walked away.

“You are a menace,” Steve growled playfully.

Eddie kissed him deeply. “And you gave as good as you got, darlin’. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

At the end of the night, it was Steve that walked away with the bet and the prize. With only Brian guessing Steve’s dick earrings.

Steve knew that when Eddie and him got home that night they would be making quick work of that wine and spending the rest of the night naked and moaning.

As they walked off, Chrissy just shook her head at the rest of the band and their partners.

“We really should have known better than to bet against the greatest escort of his generation.”

The others could only agree.

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playlist for: ARIES EDITION

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BY ARIES MOONS

"ambitionz az a ridah" - tupac / "scream & shout" - will.i.am (feat. britney spears) / "bitch better have my money" - rihanna / "see you again" - wiz khalifa feat. charlie puth / "queen of the night" - whitney houston / "dear mama" - tupac / "drip" - cardi b (feat. migos) / "work" - rihanna (feat. drake) / "so emotional" - whitney houston / "money" - cardi b / "just like a pill" - pink / "come & get it" - selena gomez / "ring" - cardi b (feat. kehlani) / "i needed you" - blackbear / "where have you been" - rihanna / "young, wild & free" - snoop dogg & wiz khalifa (feat. bruno mars) / "bodak yellow" - cardi b / "on my own" - ross lynch / "raise your glass" - p!nk / "exchange" - bryson tiller / "love you like a love song" - selena gomez / "california love" - tupac / "hot girl bummer" - blackbear / "diamonds" - rihanna / blow me (one last kiss) - p!nk / "don't" - bryson tiller / "idfc" - blackbear / "feelin' myself" - will.i.am (feat. miley cyrus, wiz khalifa, french montana)

MORE SONGS (JUST VIBES)

"roar" - katy perry /"run the world (girls)" - beyoncé / "uptown funk" - mark ronson (feat. bruno mars) / "stronger" - kanye west / "don't stop believin'" by journey / "fighter" - christina aguilera / "eye of the tiger" - survivor / "i will survive" - gloria gaynor / "can't hold us" - macklemore & ryan lewis (feat. ray dalton)

BY 1ST HOUSE MOONS

"i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)" - whitney houston / "thriller" - michael jackson / "kill bill" - sza / "chained to the rhythm" - katy perry (feat. skip marley) / "big pimpin'" - jay-z (feat. UGK) / "i like it" - cardi b (feat. bad bunny, j balvin) / "breaking the habit" - linkin park / "sex" - the 1975 / "greatest love of all" - whitney houston / "firework" - katy perry / "black or white" - michael jackson / "robbers" - the 1975 / "broken clocks" - sza / "bartier cardi" - cardi b (feat. 21 savage) / "i will always love you" - whitney houston / "unconditionally" - katy perry "run this town" - jay-z (feat. rihanna & kanye west) / "i'm every woman" - whitney houston /"don't stop 'til you get enough" - michael jackson / "the weekend" - sza / "numb" - linkin park / "WAP" - cardi b (feat. megan thee stallion) / "california gurls"- katy perry (feat. snoop dogg) / "empire state of mind" - jay-z (feat. alicia keys) / "good days" - sza / "material girl" - madonna

MORE SONGS (JUST VIBES)

"stronger (what doesn't kill you)" - kelly clarkson / "unwritten" - natasha bedingfield / "titanium" - david guetta feat. sia / "eye of the tiger" - survivor / "brave" - sara bareilles / "shake it out" - florence + the machine / "the middle" - jimmy eat world

aries moon playlist (honorable mention : moon - mars aspects)

BY ARIES VENUSES

"home with you" - madison beer / "alejandro" - lady gaga / "american idiot" - green day / "consideration" - rihanna (feat. sza) / "fantasy" - mariah carey / "pretty savage"- blackpink / "born this way" - lady gaga / "BOYSHIT" - madison beer / "EARFQUAKE" - tyler, the creator / "feel special" - twice / "obsessed" - mariah carey / "judas" - lady gaga / "hips don't lie" - shakira (feat. wyclef jean) / "needed me" - rihanna / "911 / mr. lonely" - tyler, the creator (feat. frank ocean and steve lacy) / "FANCY" - twice "baby" - madison beer / "it's not living (if it's not with you)" - the 1975 / "DDU-DU DDU-DU" - blackpink / "bad romance" - lady gaga / "when i come around" - green day / "rude boy" - rihanna / "see you again"- tyler, the creator (feat. kali uchis) / "selfish" - madison beer / "what is love?" - twice / "robbers" - the 1975 / "holiday" - green day / "is this love" - bob marley & the wailers / "IFHY" - tyler, the creator (feat. pharrell williams) / "I CAN'T STOP ME" - twice / "reckless" - madison beer / "girls" - the 1975 /

MORE SONGS (JUST VIBES)

"can't be tamed" - miley cyrus / "S&M" - rihanna / "womanizer" - britney spears / "i will always love you" - whitney houston / "love me harder" - ariana grande (feat. the weeknd) / "break free" - ariana grande (feat. zedd) / "we found love" - rihanna (feat. calvin harris) / "heart attack" - demi lovato

BY 1ST HOUSE VENUSES

"hot n cold" - katy perry / "pillowtalk" - zayn / "girlfriend" - avril lavigne / "formation" - beyoncé / "boss bitch" - doja cat / "good 4 u" - olivia rodrigo / "last friday night (T.G.I.F.)" - katy perry / "entertainer" - zayn / "déjà vu" - beyoncé (feat. jay-z) / "hurricane" - halsey / "favorite crime" - olivia rodrigo / "dark horse" - katy perry (feat. juicy j) / "dusk till dawn" - zayn (feat. sia) / "irreplaceable" - beyoncé / "now or never" - halsey / "complicated" - avril lavigne / "best friend" - saweetie (feat. doja cat) / "teenage dream" - katy perry / "drunk in love" - beyoncé (feat. jay-z) / "without me" - halsey / "chanel" - frank ocean / "juicy" - doja cat / "flawless" - beyoncé (remix feat. nicki minaj) / "my type" - saweetie / traitor"- olivia rodrigo / "self control" - frank ocean / "streets" - doja cat / "good years" - zayn / "partition" - beyoncé / "control" - halsey / "sk8er boi" - avril lavigne / "rare" - selena gomez / "pyramids" - frank ocean / "graveyard" - halsey / "single ladies (put a ring on it)" - beyoncé / "hands to myself" - selena gomez / "tap in" - saweetie / "woman" - doja cat / "bad idea right?" - olivia rodrigo / "my happy ending" - avril lavigne / "nights" - frank ocean / "who says" - selena gomez / "better" - zayn / "ghost" - halsey / "say so" - doja cat / "moon river" - frank ocean / "obsessed" - olivia rodrigo / "when you're gone" - avril lavigne / "love you like a love song" - selena gomez / "gasoline" - halsey

MORE SONGS (JUST VIBES)

"feelin' myself" - nicki minaj (feat. beyoncé) / "fancy" - iggy azalea (feat. charli xcx) / "confident" - demi lovato / "glamorous" - fergie ft. ludacris / "love myself" - hailee steinfeld / "me too" - meghan trainor / "beautiful" - christina aguilera / "pretty hurts" - beyoncé /

aries venus playlist (honorable mention : venus - mars aspects)

OTHER ARIES PLAYLIST

aries sun playlist (honorable mention : sun in 1st house, sun - mars aspects)

aries rising playlist (honorable mention : mars in 1st house, mars - asc aspects , mars dominants)

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