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wanderingxiao · 1 year

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Thirst post! Just spent 4 hours cleaning and waxing my car and literally just thought about this weird but… interesting idea.

High School Scaramouche and Reader and having a free car wash supported by students! I now present you all… (FYI EVERYONE IS 18!)

Suggestive themes, 18+ only plz~ 💜

✨Scaramouche’s Car Wash Adventure✨

‘FREE CAR WASH TO SUPPORT TEYVAT HIGH! SPONSORED BY THE TEYVAT HIGH FOOTBALL AND CHEER TEAM!!!’

A scowl plastered across the teens face as he glanced over at all of the shirtless high school jocks washing cars while spraying each other. Beside them were girls wearing skin tight cropped tops and booty shorts while pressing their chests against other teenage boy cars. What a pathetic sight. He immediately turned his car into the small parking lot, his face turning red in embarrassment. He didn’t want to be seen in such a place, but he was shamefully there for one goal. The reason for stopping appeared in front of him clad In a tank top and some cute shorts. His dark lavender eyes widened In surprise seeing you in such an outfit. He could feel his cheeks becoming hotter when he saw you coming over to his car. He looked around quickly, hiding his vape and any nicotine cartridges from your observant gaze. A light knock came to his window, causing his usually cold heart to race in his chest. He rolled the window down anxiously.

“Hello and wel- oh! Scaramouche! Hey it’s good to see you!” Your fake voice was replaced by a genuine and excited tone as you let the eye of the lonely teen. How could someone so as bright and radiant as you be so nice to someone as cold and brass as him? “Tsk! I came to get my car washed, not to stand around and chat with someone from student council.” The redness of his ears betrayed him, luckily most of his Indigo hair covered them. You only gave him a smile. “Perfect! I’ll get the girls to come over and give you a nice wash.” A small wink was thrown at him from you, suggesting that he was really going to enjoy them coming over to wash his car. He visibly cringed at the thought and called out for you shyly. “Can… Can you wash my car? I don’t trust those airheads to do as much as stand near my car…”

“Hmm?” You blinked at him, a bit surprised at his sudden request. A knowing grin came to your face once you saw him averting his gaze. “Sure, Scara. Give me one second to go grab the scrub.” You trotted away happily, swaying your hips a little more than normal to emphasize your ass for his gaze. It worked too. His eyes instantly were glued to your rear, watching with a hesitant bit to his soft bottom lip. You returned minutes later carrying a bucket with soap and water and in the other some sponges and rags. Huh? Wait a minute. Scaramouche leaned forward in his seat, squinting his eyes to make sure he was seeing thing correctly. Two little beans poked out from your shirt as you sauntered on back to his car. Those two little beads came from your chest. Oh fuck you weren’t wearing a bra anymore. “Holy fuck…”

“I’m back! Now roll up your window and let me give your car a good washing yeah?” Your tone dropped at the end, adding seduction to your tongue, relishing in the way he shifted in his seat and couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest. God was that black tank top thin on you. “J-Just hurry up and clean my car!” He looked away quickly, rolling up his window with a scoff before he shyly looked back over. You smirked knowing he was watching and started to spray down his car, ‘accidentally’ spraying yourself to make your nipples a bit harder due to the coldness of the water. God was Scaramouche enjoying the show. He wanted to pull his phone up and snap a picture so bad, all so he could take it home and jerk off till his balls were empty. “F-Fuck… you’re… teasing me on purpose.”

You couldn’t hear him cursing you in his car, not that he was trying to complain for the show. Next came the soap. You flipped your hair over your shoulder as you turned around, your shorts definitely now shorter than they were when you first came out. You bent over to soak the sponge in the soapy water, giving the liner boy in his car a perfect view of your ass. Your curves were driving the poor boy crazy. His crush on you was undeniably growing deeper and deeper with every little stunt you decided to pull on him right now. You pulled yourself up, smirking over your shoulder at his staring and came back to the window. You scrubbed along his hood and driver side before you pressed your chest right against the window. If he wasn’t hard before he definitely was now.

The way your nipples poked out from your shirt disappeared when your fleshy mounds pressed against his widow. It was so sexy seeing your breasts just flush against his window. He wanted to just lean in and press his face into them. Suffocate himself in them and die a happy man between your tits. Trying to reach the top of his car, you started to slide up and down his window, furthering your actions of lewdly pressing up against his car. Scaramouche couldn’t help but scowl at your teasing behavior, his cheeks becoming red once more before he shamelessly started to palm at his boner. A shaky curse left his mouth as he watched closely as your breasts smeared up and down on the clear glass. His lustful thoughts of you were interrupted when he caught sight of a jock approaching.

“Heyyy, Ms. Secretary.” The sultry voice of a certain ginger cane to your ears, making you turn around with your chest still smushed against Scaramouche’s car. You gave him a slightly glare, cheeks flushed as you didn’t want to reveal your chest so closely to anyone else but Scaramouche. Your crush on him was clear as day, but that didn’t stop the quarterback from coming to try and flirt with you and get into your pants. “Do you need something, Childe? I’m with a customer right now.” The ginger laughed, causing Scaramouche to look around your frame to see the ginger looking you up and down. His hands placed on your hips before he leaned over you against Scaramouche’s car and looked into your eyes. “Well I couldn’t help but notice you being extra slutty with this customer, who’s in there anyways?”

“What the fuck Childe? Back off!” You turned and pushed the boy off of you, putting your hands on your hips and giving him one of your famous glares. The ginger only laughed and whistled as he too caught sight of your nipples greeting everyone through your shirt. Scaramouche could slightly hear your conversation from his car and growled to himself at the rude way Childe was treating you. Jealousy bubbled in his throat and he rolled down his window, not caring if water got into his car. You turned around in surprise to see Scaramouche glaring. “Go mind your own business, block head.” The jock could only laugh and crunch over in amusement at knowing that you were trying to show off for the schools lost infamous loner. “Him?! Wow you sure have stooped low, (Y/N). For shrimp dick over here? That’s the funniest shit I’ve seen all day!”

“Actually-“ You call out aggressively, glaring at Childe before turning to Scaramouche and leaning down towards his face. He backed away instantly at your closeness, confused at what you were about to do. You grabbed his face harshly, pulling him in and slamming your lips against his in a messy kiss. Poor Scaramouche was too stunned at your actions to even kiss you back. You pulled his hair to lean him bsck, forcing your tongue into his mouth to curl over his gums and collide with his own hot muscle. A low groan sounded from his throat, finally melting himself into your touch. Desciding to give Childe a show, you pulled away slightly and swirled your tongue with his just to show Childe the depth of how lewd you were for ‘shrimp dick.’ You pulled away from him and let him go, turning back to Childe with a triumphant smirk. “-he’s my boyfriend. And if you bother me or him, I might just have to tell the student council president what you’ve been doing after school near the dumpsters.”

Childe’s face instantly paled. “You fucking wouldn’t.” He dared. “Oh, I think I fucking would. Now scram, block-head.” You shooed him away, glaring at his retreating form with anger at the way he treated you and Scaramouche. Speaking of him, you turned around quickly with your face completely red, finally coming to terms with what you had just done. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t-“ Scaramouche pulled on your shirt, giving him a generous glance at your cleavage before he came to your ear with a demanding tone. Forget the car wash. Just get in and fucking kiss me again.” A rush of heat came rushing through your body, a single tear cascading down your thighs at his dominant tone. You quickly hopped around on the other side of the car and buckled in. “Better idea… let’s just go to your house and let me prove them wrong about you having a shrimp dick.”

“Bring that shit up again and I’m kicking you out.”

He didn’t kick you out, and he definitely did not have a shrimp dick. Thus, starting your weird fucked up relationship with Scaramouche.

Hope you enjoyed my first thirst! Is it a thirst though? Not really sure, but it’s just supposed to be a cute lil’ crack fic not one of my real stories 💜

Next story up… ‘Claiming’ ft. Xiao

Stayed tuned! ;)

-WX

#scaramouche #scaranation #scarabae #genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #thirst trap ;)#adventures with scaramouche and wanderer

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tragicfrabricofdreaming · 4 months

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Dark Hearts .7

Summary: Cori Douglas has lived a somewhat quiet life in mystic falls. Despite a few slip ups, she has managed to fly under the radar with her best friends. That is, until her junior year when two new mysterious men roll into town and shake everyone up, including her best friend Elena. What will Cori find out about these mysterious men and about herself? Mostly follows the storyline of tvd show but may take some creative liberties.

“She swore vengeance on all men with dark hearts.”

― Lisa Papademetriou, Siren's Storm

This is the conclusion of season one! I hope you've enjoyed so far and I'm currently working on season two. I'd love to know how you are liking it so far and if you have any thoughts on where this story is going!

“Look at you all retro.” Damon approaches his brother in the town square, dressed in his get up for the Founder’s Day parade.

“What are you doing here?” Stefan asks, unable to hide his disappointment at the appearance of his older brother.

“Why wouldn’t I be here? Bonnie deactivated the Gilbert invention, Isobel is gone, and it’s Founder’s day!” Damon announces excitedly, “I’m here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl.”

Stefan doesn’t find that amusing, “Don’t start with me, Damon.” Ever since the whole Isobel saying Damon was in love with Elena thing, things had been, well, tense.

“Oh, you started this with the whole ‘Im insecure, leave Elena alone’ speech.” Damon reminds him, “I’m enjoying that.”

“As long as you heard it.”

“What?” Damon asks loudly, cupping his hand over his ear as if to say he couldn’t hear Stefan. Again, stefan does not find this amusing, “You have no sense of humor.”

“Actually, I have no sense of Damon humor.’ He corrects.

Damons sighs, holding his hands up in defense, “Hey, look. I get it, I get it. I’m the better, hotter, more superior choice and you’re scared that now Katherine is out of the picture I’m gonna turn all my attention to Elena.” He muses, “But don’t worry, Elena is not Katherine. “

“You’re right,” Stefan agrees, “She’s not.”

Damon and Stefan look out across the square just as Elena is approaching in her period accurate dress. Ironically in this moment, she looks strikingly like Katherine. Upon noticing their looks she pauses and gives them a little curtsy, smirking at the two brothers. Just as they’re watching each other, Cori comes running up to Elena, dressed in way more period appropriate clothes–a blue sundress and little white cardigan on top. She obviously wasn’t riding on the float with the rest of the Miss Mystic Falls court. Elena glances over her shoulder and smiles at Cori, muttering a quick thank you as the taller girl takes some hair pins out of her bag and starts fixing Elena’s hair.

Stefan looks from his brother to Cori, a small smirk tugging at his lips, “Plus, I think there might be someone else you’re turning your attention to.”

Damon tears his eyes away from the two girls who were now giggling at something Cori said, “Who? Miss back talk?” He scoffs, “Even if she was still speaking to me, there’s no way. Not my type.”

Stefan shrugs, “Maybe that’s a good thing.” He says before he leaves Damon where he’s standing and makes his way over to the two girls just as Cori finishes pinning Elena’s hair back. Damon watches as he greets Elena with a peck on the lips and gives Cori a quick wave before the happy couple is swept away by Carol Lockwood to get on their float. Left alone with no one standing in their line of site, Cori and Damon lock eyes with each other across the square. Damon smirks and wiggles his fingers in a suggestive wave as Cori rolls her eyes before making her way over to him, the slight breeze blowing her curly hair into her face and forcing her dress to flutter in the wind.

“Hey, kid,” Damon says as she meets him, smirk still plastered on his face, “Why aren’t you getting on the float? I seem to remember you wearing a very nicely fitting dress to that Miss Mystic Falls shindig.”

“Yes, one that was quickly ruined by her brother’s blood bender.” she reminds him, “I think they let me out of it because of the, you know, trauma.” She shrugs, tucking her hair behind her ear to keep it from continuously blowing in her face. “Besides, it would be pretty pathetic to be standing up there without an escort.”

“I thought you asked someone.” Damon raises an eyebrow. He seemed to remember her sister mentioning that she had worked up the courage to ask a boy from school, one that Damon immediately sought out in the crowd at the pageant, you know, just to suss him out.

“Yes, but I don’t think his new boyfriend would want him standing up on a float with a girl in front of the whole town.” Damon nods slowly, realizing what she was implicating. “Anyways,” Cori sighs, “I came here to tell you that you’ll be happy to know I forgive you.” She announces, holding her chin high like she was presenting some prestigious award to him.

He smirks in amusement, “Do you now?”

Cori nods firmly, “Yes,” she says, “I decided being angry at you was boring and I wanted to be able to bother you again so…you’re welcome.”

“In other words, you missed me?” He takes a step closer to her, only an inch left in the space between their two bodies.

Cori scoffs, shoving his chest playfully, “You wish, babe.” She rolls her eyes. After a beat, the serious tone returns to Cori’s words, “No one has ever cared enough about my feelings to…do what you did.”

“What? Grovel?” Damon asks like he’s embarrassed about how he acted the other night.

“I guess so, yeah,” she shrugs, “Typically the person I’m mad at will just ignore me until I decide to not be mad at them anymore.” Times when she’s been mad at her friends for something it would turn into her apologizing for “acting weird” or “icing them out” or she would just pretend like it was something else going on completely and they would always act like they didn’t notice her being weird in the first place.

“Savor it, it won’t happen again.” He teases, making her rolls her eyes. “So, since we’re all friendly again, want to watch the parade with me? We can make fun of everyone together.”

Cori snorts, “Tempting,” She nods, “But, I’m watching all the festivities with my dad. It’s kind of our thing.”

“Disapointing,” Damon sighs, grabbing a stray curl of her’s and tossing it over her shoulder. He doesn’t miss the blush that creeps up on her cheeks, “Maybe I’ll see you around, then.”

“If you’re lucky.” Cori calls over her shoulder as she makes her way through the crowd to where her dad is waiting for her. Damon finds himself smiling and shaking his head but a big part of him was relieved that his apology had worked on Cori.

“There you are,” Her dad wraps his arm around her shoulder and guides her toward the parade route, “Everything okay?” He glances over her shoulder to Damon who was eyeing them as they walked away.

“Yeah,” She smiles at her dad, “Come on, I want some cotton candy.” she tugs on his hand.

Founder’s Day in Mystic Falls was one of Cori’s favorite days of the year when it came to town events. It was like 4th of July on steroids and some of her favorite memories with her family happened on Founder’s Day. But, something about this year seemed off, especially once the sun went down.

Her dad had gone off to meet the mayor before the fireworks display since he was supposed to be sitting on stage to represent the Douglas family, Cori was going to take her seat in the few rows reserved for the rest of the founding families just before the display. But first, she wanted more cotton candy before the stand closed for the night.

As she was waiting in line, though, someone came up besides her and grabs her arm, “You need tog et out of here.” Damon starts to guide her away before she can even protest or process what was happening.

Cori stutters a little, stumbling on her feet as she walks beside him, “W-What are you talking about? What’s going on?” She asks, looking around frantically like she’ll be bale to spot what the urgency was all about.

“The tomb vampires are here,” Cori’s hard drops in her stomach as they come to a stop at the curb, “they’re going to kill the founding families. You need to get out of here before that happens.” The color drains from Cori’s face as she looks at Damon and realizes he’s not kidding. The council still thought that device was going to work but Bonnie had magicked it’s ability away so when all of the vampires still remained standing…they were going to kill everyone.

“M-my dad,” she gasps, looking across the crowd toward the stage, “I have to get my dad.”

Damon squeezes his hold on her arm briefly before he loosens it, “Okay, hurry up and get him but you both need to get out of here before the fireworks start,” Cori nods absentmindedly but Damon grabs her face in his hands and forces her to look at him, “Do you understand, Cordelia?” He demands, “I need you to get far away from here.”

Cori nods, locking eyes with him as she wraps her fingers around his wrists, “I will. I promise.”

“Okay, good. Go.” He taps her shoulder and watches her run off in the crowd toward the stage.

Before Cordelia can make it to her dad on the stage, she runs into Bonnie, “Cori–” Bonnie tries to grab her but Cori is still on go-go mode.

“I can’t talk right now, Bonnie, I have to get to my dad–”

“They won’t hurt him.” Bonnie tells her but it doesn’t seem to register.

“The tomb vampires are here and since the device won’t take them down they’re going to–”

“It will take them down,” Cori turns to Bonnie just as the mayor is introducing the fireworks display. Cordelia’s eyes are furrowed as she looks at her friend, trying to decipher what she could possibly mean. And then it hits her, “I couldn’t do it, Cori.”

“Bonnie, you didn’t…” she wrenches her hand out of Bonnie’s grasp, “They’re going to–they’re gonna kill them all, do you not get that?”

“It’s for the better, Cori! They’re dangerous, I know Damon has manipulated you into believing he’s a good person–”

“Actually, Bonnie, he’s just actually been a good friend to me lately. Unlike a lot of people in my life.” Bonnie’s face drops, shocked by her words, “I know you’ve been going through a lot, Bonnie, but I have too and ignoring my calls and texts isn’t going to help either of us.” Before Bonnie can respond, Cori spots Damon crossing the street toward Mr. Gilbert’s old practice. She looks from him, to the stage where her dad was currently sitting behind the mayor, and back to Bonnie who was watching her worriedly.

“The device will stop the vampires?” Cori asks her friend, only wanting an honest answer.

“Yes.” It’s barely out of Bonnie’s mouth before Cori makes her choice and takes off after Damon. If the device was going to take down the vampires then she wouldn’t have to worry about her dad being murdered. Damon on the other hand, thought that the device was unstable and was currently walking into a death trap.

“Damon!” She shrieks. Her white tennies smack against the pavement as she runs to catch up with him, “Damon, wait!” Her shouts are futile and she knows he’s choosing to ignore her since not hearing her was out of the question for the supernatural creature. Damon continues into the building and Cori continues barrelling towards him. She’s a few feet away from the door when the fireworks going off and just when she’s closing in on the door Damon just walked through, two strong arms wrap around her waist and yank her back.

Cori gunts at the force of the grip and pushes pathetically against the arms. The tan trousers and shirt were unmistakable as a sheriff deputy’s uniform, “Let me go!” She growls, her feet leaving the ground as her assailant picks her up to move her.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart.” She didn’t recognize the voice but it was obviously male. He smelled like axe body spray and cigarettes. “I can’t have you interfering.” As the fireworks blaze on mere feet away, other deputies begin carrying incapacitated vampires to the building, the other townsfolk blissfully unaware. She struggles harder against the stranger’s grip and someone emerges from the building, immediately noticing them.

John Gilbert.

“What’s going on here, Bigsby?” John asks, his question directed at the man holding her hostage.

“I caught this one trying to follow one of the Salvatore brother’s inside,” Bigsby answers, his hot breath brushing against her ear, “I caught her just in time, didn’t I, doll?” Cori struggles harder. “What should I do with her?”

John’s eyes search her’s as if he’ll find the answer deep within them. Cori knew enough about the man to know that he was slimy, distasteful, and couldn’t be trusted. Which is why him putting together this whole plan didn’t surprise her one bit. He reaches up and grips her jaw between his fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye for a long, agonizingly annoying moment before he says, “I’ll put her with the others in the basement, she already knows too much.” Cori’s heart drops to her stomach.

Even the Bigsby hesitates but he doesn’t lessen his hold on her, “But, she’s not like the others. The device didn’t work on her.”

“No,” John says, dropping his hand from her face and reaching for something tucked into the waistline of his pants, “but if she’s anything like that aunt of her’s, she’s something much worse.”

Cori only manages to see a glimpse of the handle of his gun before it’s colliding with the side of her head and plunging her into darkness.

Disoriented and in pain, Damon tries to make sense of his surroundings as he rouses from his vervain induced sleep. All his limbs felt like they were asleep. He could barely move. Every ounce of strength he could muster went to moving his head around to try and get a better look around the room. In his blurry vision he notices two figures pouring something all over the various bodies and all over the ground. Damon sniffs the air. Gasoline. They were going to burn them alive. He notices that one of the two figures is John Gilbert who was now being stopped by one of the other vampires gripping his leg. “Anna,” He vaguely hears John say. He then turns to the other figure down there with them and says, “You can head on up. I’ll take it from here.” They obey and leave John alone in the basement with the poor, unfortunate souls of Mystic Falls’ vampires.

As soon as the other person is gone, Anna tries to get up but she’s too weak. John reaches behind his back and pulls out…a stake. Damon’s eyes widen, “Please, no!” Anna pleads before John plunges the stake into her heart. He pours more gasoline onto her body and leaves a trail of it up the stairs as he climbs them, stopping at the top to spark a lighter. Within seconds, the basement is engulfed in flames and Damon Salvatore feels as though his luck may have just ran out.

Just then, a groan to his left causes him to turn his head. Expecting to see the face of another vampire sentenced to die here, his cold heart leaps in his chest when he sees Cordelia Douglas stirring from the spot on the basement floor just a few feet from him. His joy is replaced with confusion and then with terror becuase the basement was burning quickly and she was stuck down here. “Cori,” He whispers, attempting to access the parts of his brain that would allow him to move closer to her. She turns her head toward him but her eyes are still screwed shut. That’s when he notices the giant wound on the side of her head. They had knocked her out and placed her down here to die. But why?

“Cordelia,” Damon grunts, managing to scoot a few inches closer to her, “Hey…” He reches his hand out across the floor, straining with effort as his fingers briefly touch hers. She moves slightly again but doesn’t open her eyes, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.” He wasn’t sure he could make it out of the basement himself but he would die trying to get Cori to safety. Damon rolls onto his side, attempting to get a better look of the room when he sees another familiar face.

“Mayor. Is that you?” Mayor lockwood is sitting up groggily from the ground, looking at Damon with the same amount of confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Mayor Lockwood asks Damon.

“I’m a vampire,” he bares his teeth in the least threatening way he ever has, “what’s your excuse?” He asks. The mayor sits up in shock and scoots away from Damon in fear, “No, really, the vervain didn’t effect you, you’re not a vampire, what the hell are you?”

Sadly for the mayor, he scoots so far back that he collides with another vampire who was just arising from his induced slumber. “Mayor Lockwood!” He says, almost excitedly. Before Mr. Lockwood can make a run for it, the vampire reaches around and grabs his chin, pulling hard until the Mayor’s neck snaps and he slumps to the ground. Dead.

Despite the satisfaction of the biggest douche in town lying dead next to him, Damon quickly shifts his attention back to the girl laying beside him, especially when he hears her small voice say, “Damon?”

He turns to look at her again, seeing her slowly lift her head up from the ground, her fingers touching the blood dripping from her forehead, “Hey, there you are,” he groans, “sleep well?”

She clenches her jaw, sitting up on her elbows, “I’m going to kill Elena’s uncle.”

Damon can’t help but smrik, “There’s my girl,” he pushes himself to his hands and knees, slowly and carefully, “Any chance you feel well enough to book it the hell out of here?” He looks around, noticing that the fire rages on but it’s still a good distance away from her body.

“I think so,” Cori squints against the brightness of the flames and starts to crawl towards Damon, “come on, let’s go.”

He shakes his head as she approaches, “You can’t take me with you, kid.” He looks at her out of the corner of his eye, “You’ve gotta go on your own. Now. Before the fire gets worse.” She reaches him and places her hand on his shoulders, attempting to pull him up.

“Shut up, Damon,” She grunts, “Nows not the time for your hero complex.” She pulls on his shoulders again, only getting him to sit back on his knees.

“Cori, you can’t–”

Cori grabs his face in her hands, forcing him to look in her eyes. “I’m not leaving you.” She says. And she means it, he knows that she means it–knows that she would burn down here before turning her back on him. He doesn’t know why, though. Why would she sacrifice herself to keep him from dying down here alone? She wasn’t even supposed to be down here in the first place. Why him? Why would she choose to save him? She holds his face tighter and Damon swears he sees her eyes start to glow. In the heat of the fire, he begins to feel a rush of cold flow through his body, starting at the place where her hands rest on his face. It’s like a bucket of water was being splashed over his head and spilling out on the floor around them. The flames dulled around them in a circle but Cori didn’t seem to notice, still looking at him with suck intensity she could start her own fire. “Get. Up.” She growls at him, sliding her arm under his and finally yanking him to his feet.

Damon watches in amazement as he walks with Cori. Not only at the strength she exhibits by leading him to the steps, but by the way the flames seem to part in front of her. He can’t even feel the heat of the fire as they make their way up the steps, a large beam falling to the ground behind them, blocking any other victims from escaping. Cori groans when they’re about halfway up the stairs, noticing the closed door. “God, I really hope that door is unlocked.” Damon hoped the same.

Both of their prayers are answered when the door flies open and standing on the other side is Stefan. With a new burst of strength, Cori helps Damon up the rest of the steps in record time, ignoring Stefan’s shocked face as she passes his brother off to him, “Take him, please.” she grunts, falling to the floor at the top of the stairs. The flames surge behind them, engulfing the basement entirely. They barely made it out.

Stefan uses his hand not supporting Damon to help Cori to her feet, “Come on, this way,” He pushes her in front of them, pointing in the direction of the back exit. The trio spills out of the back door, Stefan and Damon catching their breath and coughing up the smoke in their lungs. Cori was seemingly find despite just the need to catch her breath.

“Cori?” Elena places her hand on her back and helps her stand up straight, “What the hell were you doing in there?”

“You uncle,” She huffs with a hand on her side, “tried to kill me.”

Stefan is up and standing in front fo her now, “How did you get through the fire? You were halfway upthe stairs before I even got the door open.” He glances at Bonnie then, knowing that it was her spell that allowed him to open the door in the first place. Before that the door had been too hot for him to touch. So how did Cori, a seemingly normal human, carry his brother through the flames?

Cori shrugs, her throat so dry she struggles to swallow, “I just…walked.” She says simply, “It didn’t feel that hot, probably adrenaline or something.” She sighs, “God, I am so thirsty.”

Bonnie walks up to her, wrapping her arms around the taller girl to support her as she guides her away, “Come on, lets go find your dad. You need to get looked at.”

Cori turns to look over her shoulder as Bonnie leads her away, looking for a certain blue-eyed vampire to make sure he’s okay. But there’s no one there besides Stefan, Elena, and a few firefighters who were starting to show up to put out the fire.

Damon was gone.

#damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #the vampire diaries #tvd fanfiction #tvd universe #damon salvatore x oc #damon salvatore x reader #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #elena gilbert

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hellcatinnc · 1 year

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Kamigami No Asobi - Loki Game Review

Spoilers Ahead...

Ok where do I begin. So I have been wanting to play this game for months ever since I saw the anime show. However there is nothing but translations and most aren't done online. I may not play it all because it is harder to do without all the translations or english game patches but 3 men i can not take any more not knowing their love story. That being Loki, Hades, & Baldr. I plan to review them as well. Anyways on to Loki Laevatein....

If I wasn't in love with this man from just the anime well it got worse he stole my heart a thousand times over. I do not regret putting him on my top list of anime men. So I played both love endings as well as both fated just so I got the full story. Oh lord I prefer the love ending of course the fate ending was too sad to me. I hated that if you don't get enough points by the end you can't choose to go to their world been trying yet sadly have yet to be able to get it or a walkthrough maybe one day I'm just happy I got him anyways. Great thing is I wasn't expecting it but I couldn't choose his world so he gave his up to be with me and be human which he hates. Oh lord before I go any further this man moved me in ways I didn't think possible. I will even share some of his dialog that made me swoon in this review. Also damn I thought his voice was sexy before but then when he says baby at one point I was floored I could listen to him say baby all day long.

This was a good story honestly you saw how connected he was to Baldr which I always loved as well as Thor. You don't see them fighting for your love because Baldr is ok being just your friend and wanting his best friend to be happy. I think with the show they just try to throw them all in love with you at the same time so there are more confrontations but even then he loved Baldr like a brother. They stayed true to Loki he joked around even in the beginning when he started having feelings I think it was more about playing you out to see if there was something there. IDK but Yui had her work cut out for her chasing him around and dealing with his antics but it was so worth the man he became. I was floored he gave up being a god to be a human just because he couldn't see life without her. This means he gave up long life, and powers just so he could grow old with her. I'm actually glad I saw that ending first because it made me realize how in love he really was. if anything it makes me love him more. I also have to mention something about I guess the moles beside his eye make him even hotter. I know I got it bad but loki is drool worthy to me.

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These are some of the most precious things said that makes me love Loki even more.

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LOKI: You’re completely defenseless. …If you keep making such a cute face, I might kiss you. LOKI: It’s alright… I’ll never let you go.

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LOKI: I’ve never had someone so special to me like this. He gently wiped away the tears on my cheek with his long fingers. LOKI: I don’t want to part with you. I don’t even want to graduate if it means we can’t be together.

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(voice clips below of his sexy voice I own no rights to the voice clips or pictures of course.)

LOKI: Baby, I love you. So much, I could eat you up. I want you.

LOKI: If my princess wills it, I, Loki, promise you eternal love. Let us make a vow…

LOKI: Darling!♪ I looooove you so much!☆ My cute girl.♪

LOKI: My darling is so shy!☆ Oh, darling, call me honey!♪

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LOKI: A stubborn girl who was always tried her hardest to move forward, never giving up. At some point, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you. LOKI: I must’ve fallen in love from the very beginning. It was some kind of fate…

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LOKI: I really want to give you more and more presents. So many, you tell me you don’t want them anymore. LOKI: There are lots of things we still haven’t done. I want to make you smile more, and make you happy.

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LOKI: …I don’t want to give up. I can’t imagine us being apart. I can’t live without you! LOKI: I want you to let me love you more. I don’t want any more regrets.

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LOKI: What’s your name? YUI: I’m Kusanagi Yui. LOKI: Yui… that’s a nice name. It has a pleasant ring to it. Just from hearing his gentle voice say my name, my chest felt tight. I might have lost some very important memories… LOKI: I don’t know anything about myself. Not even my name… But I don’t feel anxious at all. LOKI: After meeting you, I think the reason I’m here… is you, Yui. LOKI: So, could you be by my side until I remember everything? LOKI: In exchange, I’ll give you everything you wish for… LOKI: My heart, my body, everything… is yours.

If you haven't played the game you should honestly find a translation online and go through it if you can't read japanese because it is so worth it just his story alone I was happy if I never play another route. If they ever bring this to english I will buy it just so I own it, it has become one of my favorite games now. I will probably do Hades next not sure yet.

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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The hottest day part 2

Chris Evans x reader

Not my picture nor gif! Credits to the makers!!

Part 1

Summary: After The hottest day of summer turned into an even hotter experience, Chris came knocking on your door, unable to sleep.

Warnings: Just pure filth, Possessive Chris, bit of humiliation, rough sex, dumbification, mocking, pet names (princess, pretty girl, baby girl, sweetheart etc,) Daddy kink, Dom/Sub dynamic, fingering, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, face sitting, anal fingering, spanking, crying from pain and pleasure, slight bullying but in a loving way? Dark Chris sometimes, overstimulation, begging, forced orgasm, overpowering, creampie, breeding kink, mention of anxiety, mention of panic and panic attack, chocking, very rough sex

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A/N pfff I hope ya'll are ready for this one cause....🥵💦 p.s. don't forget to reblog💗🍒

The hottest day of summer part 2

When you got home you quickly took a shower and said goodnight to Chris. You didn’t know how to behave right now towards Chris. Was this just a one thing or did he really like you? Questions filled your head. You put some shorts on and a top before crawling into bed. You knew you had to have some distraction so you picked up a book and laid on your side over the covers with the fan on. You were reading but not taking in any of the words that were written on the page. You got pulled out of your thoughts by a couple of soft knocks on your door…

“Come in.” you told Chris, knowing it was him. He opened the door and looked a little uncomfortable. You saw that he was only wearing boxers, showing his abs and tattoos and you felt the pressure already build up between your legs. “Can I ehh maybe sleep in here tonight? It’s torturously warm in that room.” He asked you with a slight chuckle. You nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah of course.” You told him and he smiled politely at you. You felt a pit in your stomach but this time not the right one. Ever since what happened in the water, things turned a little bit uncomfortable, giving you a bunch of anxiety. He crawled in next to you, also on the top of the covers.

“Can’t sleep either?” he asked you, making you shake your head with a soft smile. “No not really.” You told him, hinting at your book. Your back was towards Chris as you looked over your shoulder. Chris laid on his back with his hand behind his head and the other on his stomach, looking at the ceiling. There was a silence and tension but not from awkwardness, no it turned sexual once again. You cleared your throat and tried to focus on your book, trying to get comfortable on your side but your ass accidentally rubbed against him. You wanted to apologize but decided not to, hoping that he might take the hint.

You felt him shift on the bed towards you. He placed a string of hair behind your ear and scooped just slightly towards you and you tried to act like you were still reading but you were hyper focused on the actions of Chris, awaiting for more but apparently he was waiting for you to take the next step so you scooped back towards him. You were in a spooning position and you couldn’t help to grind your ass slightly against his crotch but acted like you didn’t notice at all. You felt his mouth attaching itself to your sensitive place in your neck, making you slightly whimper.

Chris didn’t say anything except putting his hand on your waist. His fingers softly, teasingly rubbing circles underneath your top. Your pussy was already soaking wet and pulsating as the pressure was building up. His hand slightly going underneath your shirt and you felt his warm big hand on your breast while he played with your nipple and you couldn’t help whimper a bit.

You felt Chris pulling your body closer to his chest and you could feel his rock hard cock against your ass. “I told you that you drive me crazy didn’t I princess?” he whispered darkly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine while the goosebumps. You whimpered and tried to reach for his cock but he took your hand and put it away. “Not yet, be a good girl and wait.” He growled and you felt yourself grow wetter by the second. He placed soft kisses on your bare shoulder and his hand went from your breast, over your stomach and towards your dripping pussy. The heat between your legs almost became unbearable.

“Chris please…” you mewl. You felt a sharp sting on your but followed by the sound. “Try again. You’ve been such a good girl so far. Don’t ruin it now princess.” He whispered and softly bit your earlobe, making you shiver and moan. “Please daddy.” You begged and you could feel him smile while he peppered your shoulder with kisses and found the good spot in your neck.

His hand went down to your dripping pussy slowly and you wiggled your ass against his crotch, earning another spanking. “What. Did. I. Just. Tell. You? Now be a good girl and wait. I know you can do that baby girl.” He told you the first part stern and the last part softly and you felt yourself grow dumber and mushier by the minute, turning into complete submission. You moaned softly “You can do whatever you want daddy.” You told him, wanting to be close and please him.

He hummed in your ear “Will you now?” You whimpered in response. “Tell me what you want me to do then.” He told you, his hand slowly wrapping around your neck, giving it a little squeeze. “Please touch me daddy.” You whimpered and you felt him give you feathery kisses on your shoulder, his hand slowly going down into your panties.

His fingers went over your slit, already feeling how wet you are. “Oh baby… is this all for daddy?” he asked you, almost mockingly but yet lovingly. It felt weird but at the same time it was the most amazing feeling ever. “Maybe daddy should have a taste… would you like that pretty princess?” he asked you and all you could do is nod. “Yes please daddy.” He smirked and turned you onto your back, softly kissing your lips, after your neck, licked your stomach as he went down with a smirk.

He pulled your panties off and took a long lick over your slit, making your legs shake from anticipation. “You taste so good princess.” He told you and felt his tongue entering you. Your hands gripped the covers tightly, digging your nails in them and with your other hand you went through Chris’s fluffy hair.

He moaned while licking your clit in circles. His eyes staring you down darkly, giving goosebumps over your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this fast. His finger slowly went over your slit before entering your body, making you gasp with the pleasurable feeling he was giving you and started pumping his finger into you before adding another one. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter for me baby. Can’t wait to put my dick into you and fill you up.”

You shivered at his sentence, making him grin. “Oh you like that don’t you?” he mocked you and even though you didn’t want to give in, you had no option and nodded slightly embarrassed while biting your lip.

You felt yourself growing close but it felt ten times better than any of your toys you had laying around. You whimpered and mewled, trying to get away from him as the feeling grew too strong. You didn’t want to get away from him but you just couldn’t stop squirming around. “Stay. Put.” He warmed you and held you down completely, overpowering you and making sure you couldn’t move. “You better tell me when you’re gonna cum sweetheart otherwise I won’t let you cum anymore.” He told you, giving you a smack on your thigh as you cried out.

“I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum?” you tried to wiggle around but he held you tighter and dug his tongue even deeper into your pussy. “Yes cum baby. You’re such a good girl, asking for permission.” He teased you, still mockingly and got back to work but saw you still holding back a little. “Let go for me baby. Let go, it’s okay.” He told you lovingly this time and pressed his hand down on your abdomen and you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Chris kept licking your and pumping his fingers merciless into you as you cried out. Tears streaming over your cheeks from the utter amount of pleasure washing over you. “Look at you. So gorgeous. My dumb little baby.” he mocked you while you moaned loudly.

He stopped and hang above you, grabbing your face between his palm, squeezing your cheeks together as you looked at him in shock. “What do you say princess? Have you lost your manners?” your eyes big, looking back at his dark eyes and tried to shake your head. His face came closer. “Than what do you say?” you tried to swallow from fear yet excitement “Thank you daddy.” He smiled darkly at you, sending even more shivers down your spine. “Good girl. Now sit on daddy’s face.” he commented so casual while you looked surprised as he laid down on his back.

He looked at you with his eyebrow raised. “I don’t have all night sweetheart.” His voice darker than the night. You quickly tried to get on your knees but they were extremely shaky. Chris helped you and even though you were hesitant, he pulled you down on his face and the moment his tongue connected to your pussy, it felt like all the strength you had, left your body. He held you slightly up as his tongue entered you violently and his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“Daddy…… I can’t” you told him between gasp. “You’re gonna cum again? This soon?” you laughed at you and you felt slightly humiliated. He smacked you ass hard, making you whimper loudly and tears slipped from your eyes from the stinging sensation. “Aww poor baby…. does daddy make you cry?” he slightly mocked “Answer me!” your legs started to shake around him as he held you up. You quickly nodded. “Can I please cum? Please daddy. You make me feel so good.” At this point you just accepted everything that came your way. “You can pretty baby.” he told you and you let go of the feeling you were holding back. Chris grinned through your orgasm at you and placed you on his chest, away from his face and letting you collapse on his chest, limbs shaking while he held your face between his palms and made eye contact with you as you came undone.

When you finally got out of your orgasm, you let your head rest on his shoulder and Chris held you tightly in a hug. “you okay baby?” he asked you lovingly and normally, really wanting to know if you were in fact okay. You nodded “Yeah. I am.” You told him slightly out of breath. He cupped your cheeks again and kissed you passionately. You felt his tongue dominating yours and you subconsciously rubbed your pussy on his chest, your ass grinding against the tent in his boxers.

His hand gripped your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You slid down a little and got off of him and freed his rock hard cock. Now you could actually see how big he really was and looked a little shocked. Chris smirked a little. “Are you going to do something about it or do I have to?” he mocked you as you made eye contact with you. You took his cock softly in your hand and licked your lips before licking the tip. Chris threw his head in the pillow, letting out a loud moan. You licked his shaft before trying to take him all the way in. “Ah you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” he praised you. “trying to take everything in for daddy.” You hummed a little and the vibrations made Chris moan loudly and just by the sounds he made you felt yourself dripping.

His hand found the back of your head and put pressure on your head and pushed you down even more, making you gag around his cock. “Go up baby. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours” You hang a little above him as he pushed his hips up and fucked your mouth violently while tears started to form in your eyes. You kept gagging but tried to take him all in.

“Come here baby. You did a good job. Climb on daddy’s cock now. I need to feel you princess.” He told you, his thumbs wiping away your tears. You did as he asked while he helped you climb up. You took his cock in your hand and guided him towards your slit which was literally dripping wet by now. Your cum dripping on his dick when you put the tip in. You both moaned in unison while Chris let his head fall in the pillow and his fingers digging into your flesh. “Oh baby you feel so good already.” He moaned out.

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock and once he was fully inside of you, you both needed a minute to get adjusted, moaning out. You slowly started to move and moaned loudly along side Chris. “You feel so good inside me daddy.” You cried out while Chris moaned. He had a face of a pure angel right now while moans escaped his throat. He pulled you down so he could kiss you.

He put his arms around you and pushed his hips up, hitting the deepest part of your pussy in a steady rough rhythm. Your face was hidden in his neck while he gasped in your ear, biting your earlobe before violently attacking your neck again, marking his territory.

He carefully placed you off of him and onto your back. He held your legs up and let them rest against his shoulders before he started pounding roughly into you. “There you go baby girl. I’m never letting go of this pussy. You feel so good around me. You’re all mine now.” His thumb found your clit and started drawing circles again, making you gasp and moan out loud. The feeling started to rise in your under belly again but it felt different from the first two times.

Chris could feel you squeeze your walls around him again while the wet sound of your dripping pussy became louder. “Yes princess, that’s it. Let go. Let go for daddy.” He encouraged you. “You’re such a good girl for daddy. Even a better girl if you cum right now.” he praised you while the pounding got even harder and that was when you couldn’t hold back and started to squirt all over Chris, loudly moaning and panting while he kept pounding you out through your orgasm.

“That’s a good girl. Look at the mess you made on daddy’s cock princess.” He chuckled while you looked at his cock that was covered in your cum, glistening in the light. Chris got out of you, making you whimper at the loss. “On all fours, right now sweetheart.” You got on all fours but apparently not quickly enough, earning another slap from Chris, making you gasp and whimper loud. He held your butt cheeks and entered your pussy again and started pounding even harder, making you cry from pleasure and pain.

He slapped your ass again. “Baby, you’re so perfect.” He told you. His chest was against your back when the pounding suddenly stopped. “Take my fingers in your mouth dirty girl.” You whimpered and took his fingers in, sucking on them. “Good girl” he growled into your ear before taking his fingers back and got into his original spot. “Let’s see how tight that ass of yours is.” He told you and put his finger into your ass while speeding up the pounding.

You cried, whimpered and moaned out. “Oh baby you’re so tight. Next time daddy’s going to stretch you out with my big cock.” He told you while pumping his finger into your ass while keeping the rhythm. “Let’s see if you’re really a good girl and can take two fingers.” He told you teasingly before torturously slow adding another finger in. You cried out. “Are you going to take it and be a good girl or not?” he asked you stern. “Yes daddy, I’m a good girl.” You told him crying. “Then show it and fuck my fingers and cock.” he growled out. You hid your face in the pillow while the tears streamed down your cheeks. You pushed your ass back onto his cock and fingers, fucking him. Chris smiled “Good girl. I think you’d earn a orgasm. What do you think baby girl?” he asked you, making you nod.

“Does my dick feel so good that you’re unable to talk pretty girl?” he mocked you “yes daddy” you tried to speak up but it was soft and shaky. “Make yourself cum on my cock and fingers.” He told you and you pushed your ass back on a higher speed, making Chris smile, knowing you liked the pace. His other hand got onto your clit and you came in no time, squeezing his fingers and cock. You both moaned loudly as you messed up the bed. “That’s my good girl.” He told you.

He placed his arms underneath you and got you up with your back against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you. He placed the two fingers in your mouth. “Like them up baby.” he ordered and you did as he told. He held your arms behind your back and got the other out of your mouth and around your throat, squeezing slightly before pounding into you again without a warning, making you scream. “That’s it baby. Let them know how good daddy fucks you.” His hand squeezed a little more around your throat and before you knew it, you felt another orgasm coming. “Daddy I need to cum again.” You whispered out because of the hand on your throat. “Again baby? You can’t stop coming can you?” You shook your head.

“Go, come for daddy pretty girl.” You came very hard and without a warning Chris let go off you in your orgasm, making you fall flat on the bed and he started roughly pounding into you. The pleasure became almost unbearably and you tried to wiggle away but Chris pushed and held you to the mattress. “Where’d you wanna go? I’m not done with you yet.” His voice dark again. His hands pushed you deeper into the mattress on your lower back while he merciless pounded into you. You lost all your strength in your body as you laid there flat.

Chris got out of your again. “Turn on your back baby.” you rolled on your back and he entered you again. Chris made eye contact and softly wiped away the tears as he had a loving look in his eyes. Different than any other moment. Really caring this time. He slowly started moving again in missionary position. His movement became more rapid as he started to bottom you out completely. His hand found your throat and he squeezed it slightly again, placing kisses on the corner of your mouth.

“I’m not going to last any longer princess.” He warned you. “Cum in me daddy. I want to feel you fill me up. Please daddy, I need it.” his eyes became loving and caring again as he removed his hand and went softly over your forehead and hair. “Yeah you want daddy’s cum?” you nodded quickly. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so you could kiss him. It was a loving passionate kiss. “Please daddy. Please cum in me.” you begged him and he started to gasp and moan when you felt something warm shoot inside of you.

Both of your body’s sweaty as you panted out. Chris laid on your chest, trying to catch his breath. He looked at you and worry glazed over his eyes. “Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?” he asked you while cupping your cheek. You saw the anxiety and worry swirling in his eyes. “No, I liked it very much actually.” Chris let out a breath that he was subconsciously holding. He placed his lips on yours in a soft loving kiss.

He let his head rest on your chest again and you went with your hand through his soft, sweaty hair whilst getting deep in your thoughts again. You’d like the feeling of his soft hair going through your fingers, the way he held you right now, the way he made you cared for, loved for, acknowledging your needs, you liked him, a lot actually. So much that anxiety filled your body with just the thought you had to let him go sometime.

“Are you really okay?” Chris softly asked you, looking up. You snapped out of your thoughts while you kept going with your hand through his hair. “No….” You saw instant panic in his eyes while he held himself a little up. You spoke further so he wouldn’t have a full blown panic attack that crossed over his features. “The reason I couldn’t sleep wasn’t that it was too hot… I was too much in my head. I really like you Chris. More than actually just be a fling. The thought of that already hurts too much. I want you, all of you. I’m madly in love with you.”

Chris smiled with a small chuckle from relief. “Sweetheart…. I thought that I had hurt you. But I actually couldn’t sleep either because of the same reason. I didn’t came here because it was cooler. I just couldn’t bare the idea of not being with you. I wanted to be here, I needed to be here. I really like you too Y/N. Let’s try to work this out, I want to try this with you, with us.” He told you and you couldn’t be more relieved and excited at the same time.

You kissed him deeply and needily. You wanted him close and to never let go. Chris mirrored your action, feeling the same. He got out of the kiss and placed a soft simple kiss on your forehead before resting his forehead against yours while you both giggled and chuckled. “Let’s get a shower and clean this up after and go to sleep together.” He proposed and you nodded with a smile.

Chris got out of you, making you whimper slightly from the overstimulation. Chris immediately looked up at you. “I’m sorry baby.” He helped you get up and underneath the shower, he showed his very caring side. Softly washing your hair, holding you while he went with his hand over your hair, head kisses and soft touches.

When you got out of the shower he made you sit down and wait. There was no way he would let you refresh the bed so he did it and helped you in when he was done. He held you the entire night, even if it was just a hand on your stomach or whatever, there needed to be physical touches. But before that he cuddled with you, making sure that you were really okay because he knew he was rough, it even shocked him a little but he blamed it on the weather and well, what you did to him. But he would never really hurt you. He made sure to stay awake until you fell asleep in his arms, safe and sound

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Perfect To Me

prompt: harry loses his ring at coachella but luckily the right fan finds it

warnings: depictions of an anxiety attack, a pinch of smut, minors dni 18+

if you liked please reblog, recommended, like, and come talk to me about it! (this is what motivates me to continue writing)!

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Harry was having the time of his life, Coachella two weekends in a row seemed unreal but as he danced across stage with hundreds of thousands of fans - reality was much better than a dream.

Lizzo had done incredible, he couldn’t have found a better person to cover I Will Survive with and the energy of the crowd was palpable.

YN was enjoying the show just as much with her friends in the small vip section off to the side in front of the stage - it was the same people as last week but Alessandro, Harris, Gemma, among others that made it even more exciting.

It had also been hotter than the weekend before, sweat was dripping down his temple and the leather of his ensemble was sticking rather uncomfortably to his damp body.

Kiwi was by far in his top songs that he loved to perform live, it was no different this time as Harry is absolutely headbanging, dancing, losing it to his own song.

YN loved watching him get so lost in the moment that he doesn’t care that anyone is watching him, she could see the telltale signs of him reaching his limit before his energy started to drop off.

Harry wasn’t thinking, he was completely immersed in the experience that he didn’t notice his wedding band sliding on his finger from the sweat and water he’d spilled when he sipped from his water bottle with jittery hands.

When he’s parading down the runway, he whips his water bottle around - spraying the fans with water before slamming it off the ground and the plastic goes flying.

It’s when the bottle leaves his hand, he feels his ring slip right off with it but it’s too late when he looks down at his hand to notice his fucking wedding band is missing.

The ring he never took off.

Even when he went without all of the bulky, heavy rings he liked to wear, he can’t remember the last time he’d taken off - so much so that there’s a tanline highlighting where the band had covered his skin.

Music pounding in his ears, adrenaline rushing through his body - he still manages to sing but is now panicking because he knows the ring went flying off the stage into the crowd.

He feels like he’s about to have a full fledged panic attack - something he hasn’t had for a very long time because he just lost his most treasured possession in a crowd of young adults who he knows would snatch it up in a heartbeat without any thoughts to return it to him.

YN notices that he’s off almost instantly, she watches as his vocals tighten up and he’s not dancing nearly as much as he was before, his eyes darting over the crowd quickly like he’s searching for someone or something.

She wonders briefly if someone threw something at him and hurt him, that’s happened in the past too many times to count.

As the song comes to an end, Harry makes his way back to his main microphone stand for the finale of Sign of the Times and on one of the very first notes, his voice cracks like it rarely ever does unless he’s really not focusing on his vocals.

YN is already weaving through the crowd with her bodyguard to get to the side stage to greet him when he is done because now she’s concerned.

Harry can barely focus on remembering his own lyrics to a song he’s sung countless times, keeps looking his his left hand as if he just expects it to reappear.

The thing is, Harry has lost things in the past and hasn’t gotten them returned.

Instead pictures end up plastered all over Twitter of people celebrating their find and bragging about it to others.

He doesn’t think he could bear to see a picture of his wedding band circulating on Twitter as a fan shows off the most important things he owns like it is meaningless.

It’s not even about the price of the ring, it was the fact that his wife had slid it down his finger during a ceremony where they committed themselves to each other for their entire lives.

It was the fact that it symbolizes so much.

“Do you think we’re too young to get married?” YN asks self-consciously, one night after a stop on their Where We Are Tour, crammed into a small bunk on the tour bus.

Harry who had been toying with her engagement ring on her finger looks up with a frown, “Why would you say that?”

YN shrugs dismissively before murmuring, “I overheard Eleanor and Salma talking in the dressing room. They said I’m stupid for saying yes because you’re not going to settle down when you could get anyone you wanted.”

Harry can’t help but laugh, smoothing out the furrow between her brow when she gives in a disgruntled glare.

“Just don’t how you could even bloody listen to their bullshit for more than a minute, really,” He chuckles softly, “I’ve wanted to make you m’wife since we were sixteen. I’ve waiting long enough. I want to experience this life with you. No one else. Pretty soon I’ll have a ring on my finger that shows the world too.”

When he misses her, if she wasn’t on tour, he’ll just twirling the band as a way to feel closer to her and not to mention the absolute arousal it made his wife feel when she saw that ring on his finger.

She’s pulled him aside an embarrassing amount of times just to jump his bones because of how sexy it was that he had a wedding band on his finger.

“Sweetheart, wha’ brought this on?” Harry giggles between the kisses that YN was laying on his lips as she hurriedly tried to unbutton his shirt.

“Just look so domestic,” She replies, determined to get him naked with rushed movements, lips moving down his chest as he’s bared, “Have that ring on your finger, letting everyone know you’re mine.”

And as soon as her lips wrap around him, his head is clunking against the wall and he’s moaning, “Yeah, baby. Yeah, I’m yours. S’yours.”

He was terrified that his wife was going to be furious with him for being irresponsible or that she was going to be heartbroken because he doesn’t want either because he was just as upset as she will be.

Harry was definitely on the verge of an anxiety attack as he shied away from the high notes at the end of the song - his throat felt tight and it was a struggle to get the lyrics out.

The crowd doesn’t seem happy when Harry makes his final bow and goodbye speech barely a minute long before he’s disappearing off the side stage.

There’s even chatter about whether he’s doing an encore because of how quickly he left his set but once the lights come up, they grumble when they realize he wasn’t coming back out.

“Bunny, what is going on with you?” YN asks instantly when he meets her at the exit but he doesn’t respond, just shakes his head and drags her into the tent where, like last week, the crew is bustling around.

“You look like you’re about to pass out, H,” She states when he still hasn’t spoken but she’s confused when he just pulls her into a hug and buries his face in her hair - chest heaving and she’s not sure whether it’s from performing or something else, “You need to talk to me, baby.”

When he pulls back, she’s no longer just confused but alarmed when there’s tears streaming down his cheeks and his sniffling fiercely, “I-baby, I can’t breathe.”

“Yes, yes you can, bunny,” YN soothes softly, leading him to the couch; fully understanding he’s having a panic attack and needs comfort right now, “C’mon, let’s steady your breathing. Everything is okay.”

Harry sits down, tugging YN onto his lap and pushing his face into her shoulder now as he struggles to catch a breath between his tears.

She doesn’t remember the last time he’d had an anxiety attack like this, it’s been at least a year, it didn’t happen often.

The group of their friends are trailing back to them, chattering and oblivious until they get closer - YN motions to them that they need to get lost in the nicest way possible.

They appeared concerned but respect them, backing away and disappearing out into the field to give them space.

“H, I need you to try to catch your breath,” YN encourages as she weaves her hands into his damp locks, scratching at his scalp in an effort to calm down.

“M-my ring f-fell off. It went into th-the crowd, I’ve lost it,” He admits against her skin, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her as close as he possibly can.

“You’ve lost rings in the past. What is making you get this upset?” YN asks obliviously, she didn’t even think of his wedding band - she just assumed it was one of his many gucci rings that had been a gift.

YN clearly remembers Harry losing his rose ring during a concert and being bummed that he couldn’t find it but not this inconsolable.

“My we-wedding band,” Harry whispers, bringing up his hand to show her before saying between tears, “I know it’s gone. No ones gonna return it. They never do. Baby, m’sorry. Please don’t be cross with me, I can believe I was so stupid and -“

YN is upset that Harry lost his wedding band but it’s not directed at him, not his fault that it slipped off and disappeared into a crowd of a hundred thousand people.

Of course the ring means a lot to her, is symbolic of their relationship and marriage but at the end of the day, it wasn’t worth Harry having a breakdown because though the ring was special, it wasn’t as important as Harry being okay.

She takes her thumbs and runs them along his stubbly cheeks, wiping away the wetness as he stares sadly at her - eyes wide and guilty.

“I would never be mad at you over something like this,” YN chuckles at him as he tilts his head to the side to kiss her palm, “I’m sad that it’s lost but accidents happen. I’m more worried about you having a panic attack than a piece of jewelry.”

“It’s my favorite possession,” Harry rasps, relieved that she wasn’t furious or heartbroken like he was catastrophizing would happen.

“I can’t believe I’m a married man,” Harry murmurs happily as the wind lightly blows around them in the crisp, salty night air.

“Tied down at twenty,” YN giggles from where she’s lounging against his chest, laid between his legs on the lounger, “You're giving up a lot of opportunities, rockstar.”

“Not giving up anything,” He corrects her, letting her twist the band back and forth on his finger, “Our age doesn’t matter, my love. Belonged to you since we were kids anyways. M’yours, my body, mind, has and always will be yours. Now you just officially own me.”

YN brings his left hand up to her lips, kissing his ring, and then the palm of his hand before snuggling further back into his warmth, “My husband.”

“Yeah, baby. M’your husband,” Harry agrees once again as they watch the waves crash down on each other before fading out at the shore.

“I hate seeing you this devastated, it’s breaking my heart,” YN frowns as she continues to wipe at the falling tears, “I just want you to be happy, celebrating all this success.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Harry sighs, leaning into her touch and purposefully avoiding the eye contact of all the curious crew, “I’m fucking everything up.”

“Don’t ever apologize for your feelings, bunny,” YN smiles lovingly, thumb running over his plump bottom lip, “Just take a few minutes and just breathe with me. I need you to get your breathing under control or you’re going to get light headed.”

Harry nods in agreement, let’s YN guide his head until his ear is against her chest where he can hear the calming, steady thumping of her heart and tries to match the pace - squeezing his eyes closed and inhaling through his nose.

She just holds him as he breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, her hands wandering all over him to keep him grounded, and giving harsh glares to anyone who even looks in their direction.

Then his sobs pick up again, not as much as before but YN titters and pulls his head up, searching his watery eyes and his flushed face, “What has gotten into you, baby?”

“Not only di-did I fuck up by losing my ring, now I’ve ruined the entire night. I had something planned to surprise you with and now it’s all fucked,” He whimpers unhappily, his jaw flexing and right now he looked like a sixteen year old boy again who just got declined at the first X factor round and she can’t stand it.

“I do-don’t know why I even bothered,” Harry cries as he walks off the main stage, surrounded by YN, Anne, Gemma, Robin, and his cousin, Matt.

“I’m so proud of you though,” YN tries to give him a small smile, she was disappointed for him but knew it had been a long shot.

“You don’t have to lie. I butchered the song, shouldn’t have sung it,” He huffs, using his scarf to wipe at the tears on his cheeks.

“Don’t have to believe me but I am,” YN argues as she drags him into a hug, “Can’t wait to tell everyone at school that my boyfriend sang in front of the X factor judges.”

“Really?” He sniffles, peeking up at her to make sure she isn’t lying before his name is being called to walk back onto the stage.

That was nearly twelve years ago but right now, as her now much more muscular, tall, manly husband still had the same expression he did then.

The same wet green eyes with thick, black eyelashes blinking up at her, his cheeks pink from scrubbing at them, his lips parted as he tried to breath steady.

She loved him so fucking much.

Right now, she felt extremely defensive of him and didn’t like all the stares that he was receiving even when he didn’t notice them.

YN slips off his lap, grabs his duffle, and scrounges until she pulls out his neon yellow pleasing hoodie, athletic shorts, new socks, and his nike running shoes.

“Let’s go back to the hotel. We’ll have more privacy there, okay?” YN murmurs as she helps him off the couch and shimmies off his vest before going to undo his belt buckle and button until he can step out of them and change his street clothes.

YN feels overdressed now in her one piece denim outfit with her cowgirl hat still hung around her neck with a string and boots that were blistering the back of her feet. *** (there’s also an HS on her bum)

Harry, despite how clouded he is by his anxiety and dread, always notices and doesn’t hesitate before he’s pulling out her more comfortable clothes as well.

Unlike him, she doesn’t have the confidence to strip her clothes in front of anyone and gives him a peck before running to the bathroom to change into a hoodie and black biker shorts, now comfortable slides on her feet.

When she steps out, Harry is waiting obediently by the door - eyes downcast and avoidant of anyone who comes near him.

She hated seeing him like this, crawling back into his shell and into himself when he felt unsure or upset instead of the bright beacon of light he usually is.

“Come on, my love,” YN hums softly, not giving him an option as she intertwines their hands - his much larger one completely encompassing hers.

YN doesn’t think this breakdown is just because of the ring or ruined night. She just guesses those were icing in the cake.

These major performances, headlining, releasing new music - it was overwhelming because people expected and relied so much on him that sometimes he just hit his breaking point and couldn’t take anymore stress.

Before they can exit the tent, Harry Lambert is calling after them - shouting at them to stop and YN tenses in preparation to give him a piece of her mind which was usually her husband’s job.

“What? We’re heading back to the hotel. Harry’s not trying on any outfits right now,” YN tells him firmly because sometimes he’ll try his luck at Harry testing out some new outfits sent in by designers.

“S’not that. There’s some fan who thinks she found Harry’s wedding band and she wants to return it to you. I looked at it and it’s a exact replica if it’s not yours but I told her -“

“Bring her back here,” Harry interrupts, flashing Lambert his bare ring finger, “It fell off during the set. I thought I lost it for good.”

“ I can just snag it from her-“

“I want to thank her,” He cuts him off again, his bottom lip almost quivering with relief - he’s trying not to give his hopes up but what are the chances.

Mariah doesn’t think she’s ever had more fun at a concert, only two people back from the barrier, and she could see every detail on Harry Styles’ outfit and body.

And not to mentioned YN’s, she looked unreal in the body hugging dark denim outfit with her chest on display and an HS on her bum to match Harry - like she was his property.

It was an unreal experience and she was devastated that it was over as the lights came up - atmosphere quickly dying out as the energy dissipates.

Harry had left the stage abruptly and without his normal farewell, she chalked it up to that he might have been feeling ill.

It takes a while for people to file out of the grassy area in an orderly fashion, when it’s finally her turn, she bends down to grab her purse when she notices a glint in the blades of grass.

Mariah curiously runs her hand across the area, bringing up a gold ring that has a large emerald cut diamond in the center.

***(imagine it in gold)

For a moment, she thinks that someone just lost a piece of costume jewelry but when she examines it closer - the diamond look real based on the way it sparkles when hit with her phone light.

It looks oddly familiar but she is not sure if she’s just imagining things, she flips it in her palm, and notices something engraved in the inside of the band.

eternally yours, (YN’s initial).

Holy shit.

Mariah was now ninety-five percent sure that this was none other than Harry fucking Styles ring and she just blinked down in it surprise.

She googles it quickly in her photo search, confirming it is his ring when a article pops up with the title.

Harry Styles Goes Nontraditional With His $125,000 Tiffany & Co. wedding band!

Mariah realizes she’s holding the amount that her college tuition cost in the palm of her hand right now - it was insane.

She had to get it back to him and has no idea how to do that.

Her hands were shaking as she glanced around at the remaining people around her, back to the small group where Harry's friends and family had been.

Mariah spots Harry Lambert speaking to someone she doesn’t recognize and she rushes over to the barrier, breathlessly interrupting, “Harry, Harry!”

The stylist gives her a bit of a confused glance before giving her a small wave and returning to his conversation.

She felt awkward, like she was being a bother but she spoke up again, “I think I have something that Harry Styles lost.”

That grabs the blond’s attention, saying something to his friend before he’s making his way over to the barrier - a perplexed expression on his face.

Mariah holds out the ring and the stylist takes it, brows furrowed as he examines it but she’s surprised when he doesn’t seem convinced - like it was just a knockoff replica and she was just trying to see if it could get her backstage to meet Harry.

“Let me go check with him,” Lambert replies hesitantly, handing the ring back to her before muttering, “I’ll be right back.”

It seems like an eternity but in reality, it was probably only ten minutes before Harry Lambert is reappearing to address Mariah, “Come with me.”

She’s shocked by this, she thought that if it was really his that his stylist would collect the piece of jewelry and send her on her merry way.

Very very quickly she realizes that she’s probably about to meet Harry Styles as Lambert guides her into the tent.

And she was right.

Mariah is absolutely shaking with nerves when she’s led into a lounge area where none other than her fucking idol and his wife are sitting.

Her eyes instantly begin tracing over every part of him close up - his stubble, how pink his lips are, how muscular he actually is.

His face is red, puffy like he’d been crying and Mariah wonders if it was because he had lost his wedding band, it makes her stomach drop.

He stands up with a small smile when Mariah and Lambert arrive in front of him, she brings her hand out and Harry reaches out with his palm - dropping the ring in it.

Harry swallows heavily as he gives the ring a quick once over before sliding it back down his ring finger as quickly as he possibly can.

“I cannot thank you enough…” Harry rasps, his voice was deep and his accent took her by surprise for some reason.

“Mariah,” She answers with a wide smile.

“Thank you, Mariah,” He reiterates softly, then he does the unexpected and tugs her into a tight hug, a big bear hug.

It didn’t feel like real life - Harry, Harry Styles was currently hugging her and she can smell how wonderful his cologne is, how strong he is, and warm.

The hug only lasts a moment but as soon as they separate she’s being embraced by another person, his wife before she pulls back and smiles at her.

“We are so incredibly grateful,” YN tells her sweetly before stepping back next to her husband, “Thank you for returning it to us.”

Mariah doesn’t miss how Harry’s arm snakes around his wife’s waist and brings her straight into the curve of his side, fingers squeezing lovingly at her plushy hip.

“Of-of course,” The fan responds with a stutter due to the nerves still flaring up in her belly at being in such close proximity to her favorite celebrity.

“Let us repay you,” Harry says as he eyes Jeff, “Go get some pleasing merch and a sharpie.”

Mariah thanks him multiple times as he hands her a massive bag full of free hoodies, scarves, polishes - he pulls out a few things to sign with a black marker.

Jeff reports that he has one more thing to grab for Mariah, Harry Lambert leads her over to the fridge and offers her a drink which she accepts a water.

While her and the stylist are making small talk, Mariah can't help but overhear Harry and YN’s hushed conversation.

YN had her hands around his neck, stepping on his toes, and murmuring to him, “See? Everything’s okay, bunny. Now stop worrying, I love you. You’re perfect to me, you know?”

Harry gives his wife an embarrassed smile before leaning down to brush his nose against hers, whispering something back to his wife that Mariah can’t hear.

Whatever he says makes YN giggles girlishly before pecking his lips three times before pulling away, laughing even more when Harry lips try to chase after hers for one more.

Mariah leaves the tent with an experience she’ll never forget, a bag full of sign merch, and tickets to one of Harry’s upcoming shows - front row.

She decides not to plaster their business all over the internet because seeing how in love the couple truly is reminds her of how they’re human just like her who deserve privacy and respect.

Harry’s surprise turned out to be that he got the roof of the hotel closed off, had his team set up candles, and flowers all around the rooftop pool in the hopes of a romantic date night.

“After you fucked me so good last weekend,” Harry rumbles when they arrive at the top floor and into the pool area, “I thought it’d be romantic to have a nice date up here, possibly some pool sex.”

“Mmm, the most romantic,” YN agrees with a chuckle because it was such a sweet gesture but she could also tell the panic attack took so much out of Harry.

Instead of stripping their clothes off to swim, YN guides them over to a hammock that was set up between two of the pillars and they pile in together.

She lets Harry be the one to get cuddled, he lays his head in her chest with his arm over her tummy, legs intertwined with hers.

His eyes are already drifting shut as she begins to rake her fingers through his messy locks, massaging at his temples with her thumbs.

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t have the chance because he’s lightly snoring within ten minutes of them even being in the hammock.

At the end of the day, the big bad sex symbol of a man was still the same sensitive boy she fell in love with all those years ago.

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dunnswrld · 2 years

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johnny with an innocent reader? he finds it so hot that she's so innocent and she just wants him to make her feel good

I LOVE MY DIRTY ANONS

nsfw/smut themes! virgin fem!reader, innocence is brought up (not in a child-like way!!!), neck kisses/hickies

“i’ve never done anything like this before knox.”

is what fell from your sweet lips as you looked up at johnny as he looked down at you. the only thing covering you was one of your band tees and your pretty white underwear.

“you’re a virgin?”

your face began to burn from embarrassment at the question, trying to move your eyes everywhere but johnnys. your statement beforehand confirming you were in fact a virgin so why did he have to even ask? you thought it would totally turn johnny off from the fact he was really about to sleep with a virgin.

johnnys cheeks glew a bright pink as the rest of his body tensed when he picked up the answer to his question through your body language.

“have you ever done like foreplay?”

“no, i havent. thanks for making me feel like a total loser knox, really.”

you shifted your eyes away from his, your cheeks burned red from embarrassment. you were under maybe one of the hottest guys you’ve seen and you ruined any chance you had with him by saying you were a virgin- johnny probably thought you were a prude and who wants to sleep with a prude?

maybe you shouldve just gotten it over with with an ex.

but to your surprise johnny thought you were everything but a loser, he thought you were maybe even hotter than you were before you told him. he was really your first time?

it made johnny feel cocky almost- he was able to take your v-card and no one else after him. he was able to take that one piece of innocence you had left. (which wasn’t much speaking you were dating a jackass member)

and the way you laid under him, big doe eyes and rosey pink cheeks didn’t help the whole innocent look. along with your cute white underwear and oversized band tee.

“you’re not a loser doll.”

“you’re just saying that.”

“no, im not. hell i think it’s hotter than wearing a minx coat in hot tennessee summer heat.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at johnny’s stupid comparison, causing a rather cocky grin to form on johnny’s pink lips.

johnny lowered himself down to your neck where he began to place gentle kisses randomly on your skin. his hands placed firmly on your waist as your hands would move to his shoulders and gently hold them in place, maybe even moving him closer to your body in hopes he would stop kissing your neck the way he was.

it made his the tent in his pants throb even harder when your hands began moved up and done his body, unsure where to stay. your touch was needy and almost innocent, none of the girls he has slept with were like this and he really liked it.

johnny pulled away fully from you and your neck with swollen pink lips that were releasing quick breaths from the lack of air he was receiving while kissing all over your neck. his hands laid on his sides as he seemed to straddle you in the position he was in. he looked done at you and saw an angel below him.

he thought of an angel because you truly looked so beautiful to him right now. your big doe eyes that looked at him through your lashes, your pink rosey cheeks, and your pink lips that panted quick in and out breathes. all you needed was a halo a top of your head to complete the look.

he also thought of an angel just because of how innocent you looked to him, your eyes really painting the picture of innocence in his mind. they looked needy but not sure what they needed.

you had been getting so worked up over johnny’s rather small action of kissing your neck that it really showed how you lacked in the department of doing things sexual, but god did he love it.

and when you spoke up softly and dragged johnny out of his thoughts it seemed to put the cherry on top of all his fantasies.

“johnny? could you please touch me again? felt so good.”

this was better than any of johnny’s shitty fantasies about you.

thats all johnny needed to hear before he slowly moved back down to your body and place his hands on your waist again, this time slipping his hands under your shirt to feel your soft skin on his rough palms.

he began to trail kisses from your collar bones up to your ear, making sure that some of those kisses would leave deep purple hickies on your skin and when he finally got close to your ear he gently bit your ear lobe causing a soft gasp to fall from your lips and a low chuckle to fall from johnnys. johnny would bring his lips up to your ear more before he gently whispered,

“gonna make you feel so good just like ya want doll. better than you ever have felt, i promise.”

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owlswritingcafe · 3 years

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Blue Ramune Kakigori (Summertime Saddness Collab)

Warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS DNI. TIMESKIP SOUYA IS USED.

Reader: Gender Neutral + AFAB Sub/Brat Reader

Word count: 3k

Genre: Smut, Oneshot

Content Warning + Trigger Warnings: implied poly Smiley+Angry x Reader, Full nelson, public sex, theft (just one thing), oral (male receiving) after vaginal penetration, pussy slapping, recording, vaginal penetration, Reader is called baby (not in a kink way), implied tits on reader sorta

Summary: You two finally arrived at the little beach shop. You really wished the shop was air conditioned while you browsed the inventory. As you browsed, Souya was looking away, too embarrassed to even look your way, practically acting as if you were changing in front of him.

Well… That did give you an idea.

“Do I really need to be in here with you while you change?”

This is my Souya contribution to the “Summertime Saddness” Collab hosted by @mitsuyaa ! I am honored to be a part of this collab!

It was damn hot out and you and Souya were melting in this heat. It got to the point the three of you had to close the shop for the day, and it wasn’t even a Tuesday.

God knows what kind of mix a summer heated kitchen with Smiley would be for the annoying customers…

You and Souya were laying on the living room floor, fanning each other and suffering in the summer heat as the television played in the background, acting as white noise while you two tried to help the other in this melting heat. You even helped Souya tie his hair back.

It didn’t really do much for him.

For you though, it only made you hotter.

The two of you really should have gone with Nahoya when he said he was going to visit Mikey and Emma’s little bakery to help the two out with customers. That cute little shop at least had some air conditioning there…

Sitting back up, you face the tv that’s been occupying the silence. On screen you are met with a beach scene. You dunno if it was an ad or a movie, either way you were convinced. You scooched yourself over to where Souya laid, shaking him and pointing at the beach scene on tv. With a pained groan he agreed to go to the beach with you.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have a swimsuit on hand so you and Souya decided to buy the swimsuit once you two were at the beach.

God, you could go for something cold right now…

─── ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ───

You two finally arrived at the little beach shop. You really wished the shop was air conditioned while you browsed the inventory. As you browsed, Souya was looking away, too embarrassed to even look your way, practically acting as if you were changing in front of him.

Well… That did give you an idea.

Folding your chosen swimsuits over one arm, you hook your free arm with Souya’s and drag him to the changing room with you. All the while, the blue haired man starts sputtering in confusion as you bring him to the changing room near the end of the hall. You gently pushed him down on the chair, urging him to sit down.

“Do I really need to be in here with you while you change?” Souya was already hiding his face with his hands, peeking at you through the gaps of his fingers

“Well, I do need a second opinion on these outfits.” You dangle the swimsuits in his face only for him to close the gaps between his fingers once more, as if he was hiding from the swimsuits.

“Couldn’t you have sent me pictures?”

“Oh~? Souya, I didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff, you should’ve told me earlier~!” You giggled as the man started stumbling over his words again, looking at you with taken aback eyes.

“No! That’s n-not what I meant and you know it!” You giggled, starting to strip your clothes to change, causing Souya to let out a squeak and hide behind his hands once more.

“Souya… My little cotton candy babe… It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen me naked you know.”

“I know! But still-” You gently place your hand on his, slowly pushing them down to his lap. The sight of you only in your undergarments made the man’s face flush a dark red, you could practically see the steam come out his ears.

“I need you to look at all of me… How’re you gunna judge properly if you’re not looking?” You smooched his hot cheek before stripping the last of the clothes that separated his eyes from your naked body. This time, Souya’s eyes never left once from your body as you stripped.

Taking off the last of your clothing, you were finally bare as the day you were born in front of your boyfriend. He looked at your body with such intensity, as if any moment could be his last day before he could fully memorize your body. You chuckled, giving him a 360 spin of your bare body.

“It would be interesting if it was a nudist beach, but unfortunately it’s not that kinda beach. Maybe next time?” He perked at up at the thought of a nudist beach but started vehemently shaking his head at the suggestion.

“I… I don’t want anyone else staring at your naked body like that!” He looked away, embarrassed about his slightly possessive thought. You only chuckled as you held him by the chin and turned his head to face you once more.

“I’m just teasing, sweetie. Now then, remember to keep your eyes on me.” You grabbed the first swimsuit from the pile and put it on. The intense stare Souya had on previously returned once more. Once you got the swimsuit on, you did your 360 spin like before. You catch him doing a quick glance to the mirror behind you so he could try to get a longer view of your ass.

“So… What do you think of this one so far?”

“U-Uhm, I… Uh, can… Can you turn around again?” You smiled and happily showed off the other side of the swimsuit, watching Souya’s intense stare through the mirror.

A little plan to rile up your boyfriend popped into your head, a mischievous little smirk twisted its way onto your face.

You start to move backwards, surprising the man and only making him flush an even deeper red once you sat on his lap. You could already feel his hard-on through his shorts, he must have been like this for a while.

“Just looking wouldn’t do. We need to test all parts of this swimsuit.” You licked your lips as you grind yourself on his lap, you could feel your boyfriend get even harder as you kept moving. “How’s that feel? You think it’s good?” You teased him with questions when he’s currently way too focused on trying to not break you in this tiny changing room. A public area for goodness sake!

But to be quite honest, that’s what you’re praying for.

You just want him to let loose and push you against the mirror, move the swimsuit bottoms to the side and punish your pussy right there. You want him to pound your pussy so hard that you can’t sit down for days.

His hands were gripping on the bench so hard that it was starting to crack. You placed a hand over his, bringing his hand to your chest, waiting a bit for him to realize what you’ve done. You turned your head to face him properly, at this point, there was steam coming out of his whole head.

“How’s the material? Isn’t it soft?” Souya couldn’t even process what you said and just stared at your lips, nodding his head like he was paying attention. His dick on the other hand was paying attention to every word, twitching at your sultry tone. You guided his hand downwards to your thighs, urging him to give them a little squeeze by squeezing his hand. It was like you were controlling every little move he made.

God…

He can’t take it anymore!

Souya called out your name as he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, his head resting in the crook of your neck, soft and bouncy curls tickled your face. The feeling of his lips on your neck sent shivers up your spine. His hand you had guided started to travel downwards, finding its way in your underwear. Souya’s fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your little clit, he moved his legs so that you could spread your legs for him while his other hand released your chest from its prison and started to grope and grab at your chest, firm but gentle. You were fully spread out for him in the mirror, you were already looking fucked out of your mind, sweat glistened and clung to your body as an occasional shiver rocked through your body from your boyfriend’s touches.

You bit your lip, trying to not let any moans escape your throat. The tears already started to form in your eyes as you felt two fingers enter your cunt and reach all the places you could never reach with your own fingers. You felt sharp teeth graze the side of your neck, not enough to make a scratch, but the feeling alone made your little cunt throb. The feeling was so good yet agonizing, you just wanted him inside you already. Looking back in the mirror, you saw Souya’s piercing gaze. Even now, he was trying to memorize every little twitch your body made from his touch.

You brought a shaky hand to his hair, gently playing and twirling a lone curl with your pointer finger. You were mesmerized with the way it wrapped itself around your finger like a predator trapping its prey. As you continued to play with his light blue hair, his fingers only started to move faster and deeper inside you as his pad of his thumb played with your sensitive clit. Releasing the single curl from your finger, you comb your hand through his bangs, revealing his mostly hidden face and making his already striking eyes pop out even more. A moan finally escaped your lips when he hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. The moan only encouraged him further to rub the nerves inside you.

“Right there baby? There? God, you’re so wet for me right now…” You can already feel yourself close to cumming on his fingers, you place your free hand over his hand that was practically drenched in your pussy juices. His movements halted immediately when he felt your hand over his, making you whine a bit.

“Souya please… I wanna cum on your big cock…” Souya gulped at the sound of your voice, fuck, that voice alone could make him cum in his shorts.

“Alright… I’ll give it to you babe.” Souya pushed down his shorts and briefs, hissing as the air reached his throbbing cock, he moved the hand drenched in your pussy juices all over his cock. Afterwards, he took out his phone and handed it to you.

See, there was a rule you and the twins had set up before you had officially gotten in a relationship with those two. If either twin is alone with you then they need to record the sessions they had with you so the other isn’t left out. The other twin makes it up with you after.

With a shaky hand, you unlock Souya’s phone and start recording the mirror where the two of you were fully visible. Your blue haired boyfriend lifts you up a bit and hooks his arms around your legs, putting you in a full nelson position. With one hand holding the phone, your free hand traveled downwards to his weeping cock. With how much his dick was throbbing, even his cock lived up to his old little nickname. You gave his cock a few more pumps before pushing him inside your tight cunt.

The feeling of being filled to the brim made you so full, you almost came on the spot. Souya shifted to spread his legs out more, starting at a slow pace. You gripped the phone tightly, with two shaky fingers, you zoomed in where you and Souya were connected. The closer view of the disgustingly lewd sight of your dripping wet pussy and his cock inside you only burned you up inside even more. Your free hand snaked down your body and your fingers found its way to your sensitive clit, rubbing little circles that matched the pace your boyfriend fucked you with. The sight of you playing with yourself as he fucked you gave Souya a little idea, he bit his lip at the image of what he wanted you to do.

“Babe, babe… Could you… Spank your pussy for me?” The question caught you off guard a bit. Souya usually wasn’t for spanking in fear of accidentally hurting you, unlike his brother who was all for manhandling you anyway he saw fit, with your consent of course.

“You need- ah, a punishment f-for teasing me this whole trip.” And with that you spanked yourself, landing right on your clit. It’s not as good as how ‘Hoya spanks you, but it being a command from Souya is what made it feel so good.

“Harder. It’s supposed t-to be a punishment.” You spanked yourself harder, biting your lip this time to keep yourself from screaming. Souya started to pound your tight little cunt even faster, the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your cervix. The harsh thrusting from your boyfriend mixed with his balls slapping your ass and the spanks you were giving yourself was sending you over the edge.

You threw your head back onto Souya as you creamed on his big cock. Even as you came, he only continued to thrust. You were trying to catch your breath until he suddenly released your legs and pushed you up against the mirror. You still (somehow) had the phone in your grip, you flip the camera to selfie mode before pointing it downwards to give it a better view of your pussy.

Your poor little cunt was getting abused by your boyfriend’s harsh thrusting. The hard grip on your ass only added to the overstimulating pleasure you felt in this moment, the shame you felt as your breath fogged up the mirror looking at yourself didn’t help either. You had just came but you could feel a second one coming already.

Before Souya could cum, he pulled out, leaving your poor pussy empty and desperate to grip on something. He moved back a bit, the loss of stability made you fall onto your knees. You turned back, only to be face to face with your boyfriend’s dripping wet cock.

“Give me the phone.” Souya was flushed and out of breath, you handed him the phone and he turned the camera towards you.

“Suck.” Like a dog with a bone, you happily pounced on his cock. You could taste yourself on his wet cock and that only made you even more wet. Your hands gripped his legs as you bobbed your head up and down his dick, then you moved your mouth off his cock with a small ‘pop!’ You started to suck his shaft while one of your free hands played with the tip, all the while you looked up at Souya and the camera with the biggest pleading eyes you can muster.

“God, you really gotta make yourself so cute even while sucking my dick?” The blue haired man used a free hand to gently move you off his cock then moved his hand to the back of your head. He did a quick pause so you could mentally prepare yourself for what happened next.

The hand firmly gripped you and thrusted his dick inside your mouth. Souya moved your head up and down his thick cock. The filling of it going down your throat made you feel like a personalized fleshlight whenever your boys did this to you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

With one final thrust, Souya was balls deep down your throat. The hot feeling of his cum sent shivers up your spine. Truthfully, sucking his dick made you cum too, all while not being touched. Souya pulled his softening member from your throat, with some left over cum lingering on your tongue.

You looked at the camera with your open mouth and closed your mouth to swallow the last bit of cum then reopened your mouth revealing you did, indeed, swallow the cum. The sight of you so lewd and thoroughly fucked makes him almost makes him wanna go again.

… Almost.

After stopping the recording and sending it to his brother, Souya started to stagger a bit from everything.

“Oh god, are you okay baby?” You quickly stood up, reaching out in case he faints, ignoring the dull pain from all the fucking he did your your pussy.

“Y-yeah, it’s just really hot right now.” Souya properly put his shorts back on and sat back down. He doesn’t remember when his hair got untied but he re-tied his hair back to cool down a bit more.

You on the other hand found out you and Souya just ruined the swim suit you had just tried on. Shamefully, you put your previous clothes back on.

… Well, it looks like you’re going to have to put the swimsuit in your bag.

“Babe. Babe, what are you doing? Are you stealing it?”

“Look, if you wanna be the one to slap this wet thing on the counter and explain why it's wet without any water in this damn place then be my guest.” That quickly shut your boyfriend up and made him blush a deep red. Well, since that swimsuit is out of the question, it looks like you’re gunna have to buy one of the other swimsuits you chose.

After the slightly awkward, but quick exchange at the register, you two decided to buy some shaved ice and water so Souya doesn’t faint in this heat. You could feel the dull pain as you sat down in front of Souya with the blue shaved ice.

As you fed Souya some sweet shaved ice, you were greeted with a text from Nahoya.

‘If you needed someone to spank you like that, you should have invited me. Next time, I’ll make sure the hits aren’t some pussy weak slaps like that.’

Fuck.

Looks like today is going to be a long day for your poor pussy.

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2

#bts #bangtan #namjoon #kim namjoon #request #rm #drabble #oneshot #smut #dilf namjoon #bts drabble #bts smut #namjoon drabble #namjoon smut #namjoon oneshot #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader

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hornime · 4 years

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film studies (for your viewing pleasure part two) | suna rintarou x gn!reader

he flipped the camera, pointing the back lens at the lewd picture of your lips stretched around the girth of his cock, looking greedily at the sight through the screen.

warnings: 18+, college au, camboy!suna, oral sex (m!receiving), consensual filming, very brief mention of dacryphilia

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: always on my knees for a mr. suna rintarou.

for your viewing pleasure: part one | part two ↓

after the party, suna had decided that he’d make the first move. he politely emailed your shared professor about the upcoming project, specifically about making you two partners under the guise of wanting to get to know you.

after partnerships had been announced, you were pleasantly surprised to learn that you’d be working with, arguably, the hottest guy in your class: suna rintarou. as the lecture ended, he came up to you, arms crossed and leaning on the wall next to where you were sitting.

“hey,” he said nonchalantly.

“hey,” you parroted. “looks like we’re partners.”

he nodded curtly, checking the time on his phone. “do you have time to start brainstorming right now? my next class is in a couple hours, so we can go to my dorm.”

“sounds good,” you responded, a smile on your face. “i have the rest of the afternoon free anyway.”

you trailed next to him as he walked towards his building, making small talk all the way. he mentioned how he heard you talking at the party you attended last night, and you chuckled hesitantly, admitting that you didn’t remember much of what you said. other than the whole spiel about porn, you though, but hopefully he wasn’t there for that.

he unlocked a door labeled with the number ten and held it open, prompting you to walk through.

you were met with an oddly familiar set-up: a beige wall, white bedsheets, and a tell-tale electrical outlet half-hidden behind a pillow. you racked your brain for a reason behind your déjà vu, when the realization suddenly struck you: the twitter porn. wait a minute, you thought. there’s no way that he’s... shit. he definitely heard me talking last night. there’s no way he didn’t—

“i was thinking that we could make a video.” his voice shook you out of your trance, and he approached you, closing the door behind him.

“a... a video? are—are you sure about that?” you gulped, heat rushing to your cheeks. is he saying what i think he’s saying? or—

“yeah, a video. for the project?” he smirked, mere inches from you now. “or did you have another sort of video in mind?”

you blinked in shock, hands fidgeting nervously at the close proximity. “uh—”

within an instant, his lips were pressed onto yours, and you easily succumbed to the kiss, intoxicating as it was. your hands groped at the front of his shirt as his explored your sides, guiding your bodies until he was sitting on the edge of the bed with you standing between his outstretched knees.

he pulled away briefly, cheeks flushed and pupils blown out with bliss. “you wanna do this, right? ‘m not pressuring you or anything? i know this was really sudden so—”

you cut him off by sucking on his bottom lip. “yeah,” you breathed into his parted mouth. “i wanna do this. a lot.”

he groaned at your words, eagerly ripping off his shirt and jeans and pulling his phone out of a pocket before propping it up against something behind you. he clicked the record button before focusing his attention back to you.

“heard you at the party,” he gasped as you licked above his collarbone and left open-mouthed kisses around his neck. “heard you say you wanted to s—suck my pretty cock. can i still take you up on that offer?”

you grinned seductively as you sank to your knees, gently running your fingertips along the inside of his sculpted thighs. “yeah, you can,” you whispered. “i meant every word i said. your cock is fucking beautiful. can’t wait to put it in my mouth.” almost as if to prove your statement, you palmed him mildly over his boxers, relishing in the slight moan that escaped the man above you.

he threaded his hand in your hair, gently pushing your head closer to his hardening cock. his gaze was heavy with lust as you yanked his underwear down his legs, before flicking his eyes up towards the phone camera. the screen showed the entirety of his body aside from his face, and your figure, crouched over his crotch. he shuddered at the erotic sight.

“pay attention to me,” you mumbled, licking a stripe up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the drooling slit and tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. his muscles contracted harshly in response to the raw contact.

“fuck,” he muttered. “that feels s’good.” his grip on your hair tightened as you gradually began taking the length of his cock down your throat. “f—fuck. holy fuck, you’re ah!—amazing at this. shit.”

the quiet sounds of your gagging filled the air as you bobbed your head up and down. you could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused as his moans grew in volume, sending shivers down your spine. your movements became more fervent, your nose brushing against his pelvic bone, and suna practically whimpered at the change in pace.

“shit, wait. i’ll c—cum if you keep doing that. fu—“ he grabbed the back of your neck, stopping your actions entirely, causing you to whine. he smiled sheepishly down at you. “sorry. didn’t wanna cum too early. not before i get a good shot of you sucking me off.”

he slightly raised his body to grab his phone from where he’d stood it up, the change in position making his abs, damp with sweat, clench tantalizingly in your face. he flipped the camera, pointing the back lens at the lewd picture of your lips stretched around the girth of his cock, looking greedily at the sight through the screen. you resumed your maneuvering, hands clasping at suna’s thighs for balance.

as he took in the decadent scene through his camera, your watery irises peering up at him through lashes clumped together with tears and lines of drool tracking down your chin, he thought that you’ve never looked hotter. the combined effect of his intense attraction to you and the overwhelming sensations of the jerks of your head forced his hand to release your nape as he scrambled for purchase, clutching helplessly at the bedsheets below him. as he neared his release, his camerawork was undoubtedly becoming increasingly shaky, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as his eyes rolled back at just how fucking stimulating everything felt.

“oh m’god, oh fuck,” he sobbed, dropping the phone on the bed beside him to free up his hand, which quickly grasped the edge of the bed. “m’cumming, m’cumming!”

he released his cum into your awaiting mouth with a heavy groan, the white liquid emerging from his slick slit in erratic spurts. as you began cleaning up the mess he made of his balls and thighs with your tongue, his cock throbbed and he hissed at the overstimulation.

you picked yourself up from your knees, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, before plopping yourself down next to suna, who had fallen back onto the sheets and was panting heavily.

“we can’t... use this video,” he heaved. “your face is ‘n it. i can’t post it.”

“that’s all right,” you smiled devilishly, throwing a leg over his exhausted body to straddle him. “we can always film a second take.”

“not right now, though. we gotta start this project.” he shifted to sit up, but you pinned him down, hand pressing teasingly on his neck.

“the project can wait,” you waved his phone in front of his face. “but your followers can’t. especially not me, your number one fan. so let’s get to it, and put on a show.”

#HES SO HOT #i just cant do this #kinky.inky #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #hq smut #suna rintarou #suna rintaro imagine #suna x reader #suna

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jadequeen88 · 4 years

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Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying.

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv.

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest.

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in.

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?”

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips.

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else.

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

#Shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x you #bnha smut #tw // mommy kink #tw degradation #tw face sitting #jade writes smut

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tonesplash · 4 years

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its thanksgiving get nasty (18+)

pairing: edward cullen x reader

summary: you get bored at thanksgiving dinner. unfortunately for edward you wore sandals

warnings: smut,brief footjob, thanksgiving dinner, edward kind of chokes on corn, reader doesn’t like their family, mild injury, fingering, innappropriate use of vampire speed, technically exhibitionism and public sex?? bad dirty talk, and cousin-shaming, reader is afab and might be described as female im not sure

a/n: i wrote this in 24 hours so any sloppiness is not my fault

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(c/n)= cousins name

When you told him thanksgiving with your family would be boring, you’d meant it’d be for him, looking forward to his reaction to being on the receiving end of your bloodlines ridiculousness while you’d get dinner and a show. But, as it turns out, your family just so happens to get along with Edward much better than they do with you.

The seating situation is a little unconventional, since because your boyfriend-snatching cousin stole the open seat next to Edward before you even made it back from the bathroom, leaving your only viable option directly opposite of him. On the bright side, you had the option of kicking his leg when he’d said something to embarrass you.

Bless his soul, he’d done his best to bring you into the conversation but apparently, anything you had to say about your relationship had been relayed verbatim to the family group chat you weren't even in by your mother. So, after the third time you’re talked over by the aforementioned horny cousin or some other nosy relative on you’re bored out of your mind.

Everyone had gotten over your piss poor table manners years ago, or were just completely ignoring you at this point because there were no protests when they’d brought the turkey out and you’d stayed slumped low in your seat like a child in church.

Twitter had stopped refreshing ten minutes ago, and when you finally resigned yourself to tuning back into the conversation, your mother was showing Edward your baby pictures again. Idly swinging one bare foot under the table, your bare toe grazes the drape of his dress slacks under the table when you get an idea.

You’d lost a sandal earlier after Edward had pinned it under his shoe in a vain attempt to stop your pinching and dirtying of his slacks with your filthy soles. You scoot a little further forward in your seat to reach out and press your arch flat against his shin.

Edward doesn’t visibly react, just shifts his leg away, leaving yours to slip to the floor until you reach up again to plant your heel on the seat of the chair. The conversation lulls for a moment as everyone says grace, and he uses the opportunity to grab your ankle and send you a warning glare over the top of your phone.

You meet his gaze and boorishly eat a spoon of mashed potatoes, shrugging as if he couldn’t read in your mind exactly what you were about to do.

Your cousin asks about his mom car again and when you roll your eyes Edward flicks the outside of your fibula, sure to bruise, and you crinkle your nose, pinching his marble thigh between your toes as best you can through the material.

“Well my father thought it was necessary for my siblings and I to-”

While he talks, he's soothing the spot he flicked, playing in the stubble leftover from your shoddy shave job this morning, and the absent affection gives you the final motivation to further push your luck. You tease the seam of his left leg with the very tips of your toes, coaxing the unnatural heat of the venom to build in the crotch of his pants, the coolness of the rest of him making it seem even hotter in comparison.

He inhales on a forkful of corn, almost taking it down the wrong pipe, and you fight a smile around the bowl of the spoon as he flawlessly recovers and finishes the thought. You idly wonder if you could be that smooth someday. For now, you press further, pressing a toe against the seam over his cock, stroking up and down as slowly and consistently as you can while stretched under a table because who would’ve thought that footjobs are kind of an athletic feat.

Edward taps insistently at your leg, harder than he normally would, and you have to hold back a laugh at the idea of him splitting the table because he can’t take a little footsie action. You press forward again, arch encompassing his hardness through the fabric, toes curling against his pubic bone when-

“Ho-oly shit!” Searing pain shoots up from your ankle, and you double over, using everything in you not to shout, Edwards dawning mortification going unnoticed as everyone at the table turns to you at your unexpected outburst.

“(Y/n)?” Your mother doesn’t seem that happy to have dinner interrupted, and you clutch your stomach as a quick cover.

“Uh, my bad.” You snicker nervously at the sudden attention, bravado gone. Your face feels red-hot. “I actually need to use the bathroom, I think,” you lick your lips and slide out of your chair. “Lady problems.”

The table erupts in a cacophony of gags and groans as the notion of a menstrual cycle is brought up in casual conversation, and it gives you the perfect cover to retreat to the upstairs bathroom. It takes you a minute to make it up the stairs without causing a scene, and just as soon as you close and lock the door behind you and settle down to weep in peace, he’s there, jiggling the doorknob like it’s a drug bust.

“Let me in.”

You’re apparently taking too long because as soon as your injured foot touches the floor, he forces the lock and slips in, shutting the door a little too fast to pass as human.

“Jesus! Edward, are you trying to lose our deposit?” You lean around him to check for a handprint but he doesn’t respond, wordlessly setting you up on the counter, kneeling to examine your injured ankle, cool fingers soothing to the sore skin. You sit in silence, idly swinging your other leg to distract yourself.

“How'd you make it out?” You can't imagine they’d let the guest of honor go so easily.

“You forgot your bag, I told them I’d just bringing it up to you.” He places your bag next to you as evidence. “Maybe you should start carrying menstrual products for when you actually need them.”

Of course, he breaks your foot and wants to lecture you on responsible uterus care. Edward sighs, taking your foot with the gentlest touch and whispering a kiss into the skin. “It’s only a sprain, but I’m still sorry.”

“S’Okay.” Your face burns, not expecting his guilt. “Serves me right, huh?” You titter, poking his side with your uninjured foot. He swipes it up before you can start again, halfheartedly laughing with you.

“Let me wrap it before you get any more ideas.” You hand him the compression wrap from the medicine cabinet, and he gets to work. The wince you give at the pressure is more reflex than anything, but the anxious expression on his face tells you he wasn't going to let this go easily.

“Y’know…” You poke at him again. The playful contempt in his golden eyes gives you the go-ahead to make your case. “If you’re really feeling torn up about it, seeing you wow my family like that got me a little riled up.”

“Really.” Edward kisses the secured wrapping and releases you, standing to frame you against the counter.

“I’m serious, impressing them isn’t easy, (C/n) is probably shaving in the guest room to steal you from me right now, just thinking about it has got me a little hot under the collar.” You run your hands over his back and through his hair, nuzzling into the crook of his throat.

“You’re laying it on pretty thick, don’t you think?” His hands smooth over your exposed thighs sending a shiver up your spine. You think you've got him, but he's such a tease sometimes you can never really be sure.

“Depends. Is it working?” You still, bracing for some line about ‘responsibility’ and ‘your family waiting for you.’

But then his hands are under your skirt, hooking into the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your thighs, leaving them to free-fall to your feet. You clutch his auburn hair in your fingers at the shock of open-air against your cunt.

“Do you think I could let you go back to that table smelling like this?” His sweet breath washes against your ear as he huffs a soft laugh. “I’d rather not go downstairs and pretend to care about football when I know you’re here, hot and ready for me.”

You can’t resist him any longer, pulling him close and kissing him with the desperation of a woman who needs to be back downstairs before dessert. His thumb teases over your cunt at first, swirling over your swelling clit and teasing your hole before he finds a focus, using the thumb of his free hand to hold your hood back as his slicked fingers grind the bud into a frenzy while he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

It’s all you can do to hold your breath while he touches you, cool fingers building a knot in your belly, smooth and steady as they batter you up into a frenzy. He adjusts his hand, his ring finger pressing into you and bringing a low ache from rushed preparation, but you welcome it, thighs shaking with the effort to stay open for him as your mouth falls open in a shaky gasp. Edward breaks the kiss to let you breathe , seemingly unbothered until-

“(C/n) is coming.”

“Wha-” A particularly deep stroke has you biting your lip as you struggle to concentrate. “What the fuck does she want?”

“She’s going to ask you where I am.” His expression doesn’t match his words, still completely concentrated on ruining you despite the obvious issue.

“And what am I supposed to tell her?!” You hiss back right as she reaches the door. His mouth closes over your pulse point and you don't think you've clenched that hard before in your life.

“Hey (Y/n)? Have you seen Edward?” Her voice is enough of a mood killer that you have to shove your face into his throat to ground yourself in the moment. He adds a second finger, gaining speed, and you pray and hope to any god listening to this that she can't hear the squelches through the door.

“N-no.” You rack your mind for an excuse. His scent is making it harder to concentrate. “I think he went out for a smoke?” Nice one.

“Really? I didn't smell anything on him...” If all your blood flow hadn't been centralized below the waist at this point you'd’ve asked how the hell she knows what he smells like. He's fully abandoned your clit now, leaving it to pulse in the open air while three of his fingers push and pull at your pelvic floor.

“That's cause he unh-” You slap a hand over your mouth to stop the moan before it can be recognized for what it is.“-he vapes!” Edward pulls back from your throat to look at you incredulously, but it's a little hard to be ashamed when he's nearly wrist deep inside you.

“Oh… Well, let him know if you see him that they’re playing charades and I need a partner. You know how it is.”

You forget to reply, too enthralled watching him spit onto his unoccupied fingers and mash the coolness against your clit, causing you to nearly spasm off the counter, losing the sensation as he silently laughs at having to hold you steady. She seemed to have taken your silence as an admission, as you can hear the door at the stoop of the stairs swinging shut after her. Thank God.

“Rub your spot, Sweet, come on, we have to be quick.” He kisses your temple and laughs a bit maniacally at the little whimper that escapes when you bring a hand down to your clit. “Surprisingly, she’s having trouble picturing me in a vape shop.”

You whine around a bitten lip, too far gone to listen to his ribbing. You’re building up to overstimulation with the sloppy way you’re rubbing yourself, and he must feel it too, because in the next second, his fingers are vibrating.

“Come on, (Y/n), don't you want to finish up here and mop the floor with them?” You hadn’t even realized how hazy your vision had gotten until he grabs your chin and levels your lidded eyes with his and says your name again. You nod sluggishly for him, not hearing a word. He laughs again, smiles wide. His teeth are pretty.

“If you cum right now;” The buzzing grows stronger, your free arm spasming under you as you support yourself. “I’ll rub you raw after on the ride home. You just need to come right now and win charades with me.”

The buzzing inside grows too strong, and your vision goes white, pulsing in long pulls around his fingers as hot waves of sensation spread from your head to your toes.

Edward kisses you, soft and slow, swallowing any whimpers tempted to escape as you come down, abandoning the counter to clutch his sleeve as the twitching reduces to a tremor.

“Oh my god.“ You laugh, planting your face into his collar as you catch your breath. “I can't believe you used charades to make me come, I'm never gonna forgive you.”

“I heard the top prize is a ten dollar gift card to…” He squints and checks again. “The Google Play Store.”

“Ew, what could you even do with tha-”

“(Y/N) come help with plates!” Your mother shouts up the stairwell, totally fucking up any release you just had.

“I guess I should run down to the corner store;” Edward smiles, helping you to stand on wobbly legs and smoothing your skirt down. “Don't want to blow your cover.”

“(Y/N)! Plates!”

“Oh my god;” Your eyes may never return from the back of your skull. “Meet you downstairs?”

He kisses you sweetly one last time, pulling you close and wiping the sheen of sweat off of your face.

“Downstairs.”

With that, he heaves himself out of the narrow sill, and you busy yourself cleaning up as fast as you can.

You just catch him hopping off the roof, and coming around to the front yard. He'll hear you no matter the volume, but you still shout the warning;

“Stay away from my cousin!”

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen imagine #edward cullen #Twilight FanFic #twilight smut #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight x you #the twilight saga #reader insert smut #reader insert fluff #reader #thanksgiving #dinner with parents

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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Appointment (Doctor's Orders Part 2)

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pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: the filthiest of filth. like im serious this is basically pure smut.

its finally here! im in love with the way this turned out and i hope you guys are too! i got a few requests for this, and im actually really liking these two characters, so lemme know if you want me to make a series out of this!

Y/N's texts are in italics

Harry's texts are in bold

You felt like a kid in a candy store as you skipped out of the building, being welcomed by a setting sun. You weren’t just skipping out of excitement though, it was also because if you walked normally the shaking of your legs would be extremely noticeable. Luckily, when you arrived you had managed to find a parking spot nearby, so it didn’t take you long to make your way to the small black car that you recently purchased for yourself.

A small noise signaled when you unlocked the car, and you slipped into the driver’s seat quickly, shutting the door as you sat down.

You let yourself slouch, your back hitting the leather seat and a heavy exhale pushing through your flared nostrils. Finally, you had a moment to take in the events that just took place, and the excitement and nervousness flowed through your brain. Luckily, there was no regret swirled in with your feelings, although you were sure there wouldn’t be. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation to have your first orgasm, but if this was how Harry would make his way into your life, you couldn’t complain. You closed your eyes and sighed, the post-orgasmic haze you’ve heard so much about finally settling in. In the darkness a smiling face appeared, and you grinned as well at the detailed picture of Harry your mind had concocted.

Suddenly, you sat up with a gasp, gripping the gear shift with your clammy hand. You had just remembered about the small piece of paper sitting in your pocket. The piece of paper with the number of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen written on it. He had told you to text him when he got home, so obviously you had to get home as fast as possible.

Having been driving since you were 16, the motions were second nature, and the only thought you had to put into it was when you were checking to see if there was anyone in the way before you backed out of your parking spot.

Your apartment was only 10 minutes away, and you spent those 10 minutes half paying attention to the road, half thinking about the man that had his fingers inside of you. The thought in itself was causing arousal to pool in your already soiled panties. The expensive lingerie was undoubtedly going to end up in the trash, but you’d rather lose a pair of panties than lose a chance with Harry.

You pulled into your designated spot in the parking garage attached to your apartment building, and ran so quickly to the elevator that you almost tripped on your own feet. Thankfully the silver doors slid open without delay, and you swiftly stepped into the small area. Your manicured finger frantically pushed on the ‘door close’ button. The last thing you needed was someone walking into the elevator with you, seeing your bright red complexion and flushed features. Much to your relief, that didn’t happen, and the elevator lifted you up to the third floor. Objectively, the elevator was incredibly quick. However, in your needy state it felt so slow as if you were riding the shell of a turtle. The loud dinging pulled you back into reality, your mind wandering. You were thinking about what Harry’s hands felt like, and what they would feel like on the parts of your body that he hadn’t gotten to touch.

Yet.

You fumbled with your keys, attempting to grip your phone at the same time. After a bit of struggling, the rigged piece of metal slid into the slot on the doorknob, the door swinging open after you twisted the key. When you tried to remove the key from the lock, it stayed in place, pulling you backwards and almost making you fall.

You smiled at your own clumsiness, not focused enough to allow embarrassment to develop throughout you. Again jiggling the key, it slipped out of the lock and you quickly pushed the door closed using your back. You were left leaning up against the wooden door, flipping your phone screen to face you and sticking your hand in your pocket. You fished around in the small cavity, your fingers locating the small piece of paper that was making you so giddy. You punched the scribbled numbers into your contact app with haste.

Although you wanted to text him more than anything, you reasoned with yourself for a second. Instead of clicking at the keys on your screen, you picked your head up, disconnecting it from the bright touch screen in your hand.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned back to the phone, satisfied with your attempt to calm yourself.

Hi Harry, it’s Y/N.

Instead of immediately going for something sexual, you wanted to start off the conversation normally. Also, there was the fact that you had no idea what he was actually looking for by giving you his number. His response came quicker than you could of ever expected, the typing bubble popping up seconds after the delivered sign appeared underneath your text.

Hi! I’m glad you actually texted me, because honestly I thought you wouldn’t.

Why would you think that? I would have to be pretty shitty to do something like that with you and then ditch.

I promise I don’t think you’re like that, it’s just the whole thing happened it slightly odd circumstances haha

It’s totally okay I get it, but I definitely don’t want that to be the only time something like that happens ;)

You were feeling bold, now sitting on your bed removing the heeled white boots you wore to match your outfit.

I’m glad you feel that way, because I feel the same. Just curious, when exactly would you want to do “something like that” again?

You giggled while reading his text, practically hearing the pauses of shyness that he would take if he said it in person.

As soon as you want to.

I’m sitting in my car right now about to go home, but I could make a pitstop if you asked politely..

Will you please come over and take care of me Daddy?

You cringed as soon as your finger hit the send button. Sexting was definitely not your forte, and in the heat of the moment you had forgotten that you hadn’t indulged in that kink with him the first time.

Who knew you could be so dirty love?

Send me your address. I'll be there asap.

You tapped away at the keys on your phone, sending him your information and you saw that he read it, but didn’t respond, clearly driving to you already.

Your panties were absolutely ruined at this point, and you made the decision to take them off, gliding the lacy white panties down your thighs and calves. When they fell on the floor, you picked your feet up to remove them from the leg holes, leaning over to pick up the panties with your hand. You wanted to show them to Harry, show him how messy he made you.

You clenched your thighs together, your core pulsing like a second heartbeat. A small whine slipped past your lips, and your eyes widened at your own actions. You had never been this aroused or needy in your life, and while these feelings were new, they weren’t scary like a lot of new feelings were for you. It was exciting, and just thinking about Harry rushing over to you because he wanted you so badly was sending fire through your veins. No one had ever wanted you so much, and you have never wanted someone this much. And it’s exhilarating.

After a painfully long time sitting on the edge of your bed anxiously, a loud knock on the door had you standing up in a flash, sauntering over to the door with unnatural speed. Your arousal began to drip down onto your thighs now that you were standing. The slickness between them had them sliding against one another, but the feeling was overshadowed by the rapid beating of your heart. You gripped the doorknob so tightly that your knuckles turned white, twisting your hand and pulling the door open.

“Ello love.”

He stood in the doorway with his hand resting on the top of the doorframe, towering over you. He had that sexy smirk plastered on his face and you ran your eyes up and down his figure, taking in the man before you. He was wearing a black t-shirt, which was loose but tight enough that his pecs were defined in the shirt. He had on a pair of black dress pants which the t-shirt was tucked into. There were tattoos littering his arms, which you hadn’t seen before because of the lab coat he wore during your appointment.

You thought he couldn’t get any hotter than before, but the person in front of you proved you wrong.

“Hi,” you murmured timidly, your boldness from the texting having disappeared. “Come in,” you stepped to the side, opening the door wider so he could step into your apartment. You closed the door, and against your better judgement you turned to the kitchen, trying to find that desperation that had allowed you to throw away all of your anxieties. “Do you want water or something?” You weren’t sure what to say, so you went with the default offer for a drink.

“No.”

You spun around, looking at Harry and tilting your head in confusion.

“I want you.”

He took a long stride forward and placed his large hand on the soft skin of your cheek, leaning in and connecting your lips with his. His lips were as soft as cloud, and you kissed him back with just as much vigor. The kiss was passionate, mixing moans into the drafty air. You sucked his bottom lip and bit down lightly, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat.

Your heart skipped a beat when his tongue swirled around yours. You jumped slightly at the impact of the wall on your back, Harry pushing you into the cold drywall.

Finally pulling away to allow breathing, you and Harry kept your foreheads pressing on each other, leaning some of his weight on you.

“Y’so beautiful darlin, reckon yeh the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

His hot breath hit your face when he breathed, and you were squirming underneath him.

“I could say the same for you,” you huffed out, refusing to break eye contact.

“Thank you baby,” he cooed, placing his veiny hand on your plump cheek and running his thumb across it. The tip of his finger reached your swollen lips, and he pushed his large thumb pass them. You eagerly sucked on the digit, hollowing your cheeks and treating it like you would his cock.

His free hand had found a home on your waist, but he hadn’t moved it since he initiated the kiss, and you were getting frustrated. You reached down and placed your hand atop his, looking up through your eyelashes into his emerald eyes. They’re piercing, and you knew that one stare from him would have any girl on her knees.

The tops of his cold rings touched your fingers when you peeled his hand from its strong grasp and your waist. You were looking at him with innocent doe eyes while you lifted his significantly larger hand and placed it back on your side, but this time at the same level as your breasts. He broke the deep eye contact you were sharing to look down at his hand, slowly shifting it to cup you through your thin tank top.

“M’baby girl is desperate fo me huh?” Harry teased you and you nodded frantically, whimpering in neediness. He pulled his finger from your wet mouth and in a split second he collided his lips with yours once again, but they didn’t remain there for long. He dragged his lips down your jaw, sucking and kissing down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, moaning when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

His hand that you had moved was pulling and squeezing at your full breast, eventually rucking your tank top up to pinch at your budding nipple underneath. You had removed your bra when you got home, and a small smirk tugged at your face when he moaned at the realization. A sheen of sweat was glistening on his forehead and you lifted your arms straight in the air, giving him permission to remove your top. He pulled it over your head hastily, only breaking the kiss for a moment when the fabric covered your face. You didn’t see what he did with the top, your focus diverted to the feeling of his lower torso. You had removed the hem of his shirt from underneath his pants, only leaving the back part tucked because you couldn’t reach it.

You splayed your hands over his hardened abs, and he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer in response. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving hickey after hickey on the silky skin. He nipped and licked at your skin as if you were a popsicle, sweet and refreshing.

“Daddy, please -- off!” Your moans cut off your words, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Y’want me to take my shirt off baby? Such a naughty little minx y’are.”

Despite his teasing, he pulled away from you to grab the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off in one fell swoop.

You barely had time to take in the tattoos on his chest, only being able to identify a large butterfly right in the middle before he looped his arms around your waist. “Jump.” His command was quiet, but you heard it perfectly clear.

You bent your knees and jumped up, his arms following your motions. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his bare torso. You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck and sinking your face into his soft brown curls. His hair smelled of expensive shampoo, and you indulged in the sweet scent. “Behind you,” you whispered, directing him to your bedroom.

Without a second of hesitation, he turned around and carried you to the bedroom. You took it upon yourself to place sloppy kisses on his neck, giving him the same hickeys he had given you.

You giggled when he bent over the bed, dropping you from about an inch off the red comforter covering your bed.

“Don’t know why y’laughin’ pet, cause m’about to fuck yeh till yeh can’t walk.” You gasped when the dirty words registered in your head, and he sported a shit-eating grin on his face. His hands grasped your thighs and he ran them up and down, getting dangerously close to your core. You were writhing under his grasp, pleas for him to do something tumbling out of your mouth. “Patience baby.” He didn’t look up at you when he spoke, instead hiking your skirt up to get a look at your sopping cunt. “Look at you, s’wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“All for you, only for you Daddy.” Your words were wailed, every muscle in your body aching for a release. He traced his warm fingers along the crease of your thigh, right next to the place you needed him most.

“Gonna let me have a taste baby? Wanna taste yeh so bad.” He finally looked back up at you, but only for a second before his eyes connected with your glistening pussy again.

“N-no.”

Although you greatly wanted him to put his mouth on you, there was one thing you were craving more.

“No?” His demeanor changed immediately, removing his hands from your body and sitting on his knees between your calves. He removed every source of physical contact you were sharing, and you realized that he took your words in a way you hadn’t intended.

“Still want you Daddy, just want something else.” The second part of your sentence was murmured, and you turned your head to face away from him out of embarrassment. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see him raise an eyebrow, placing his hands by your shoulders and returning to his place hovering above you.

“Look at me little girl. Y’sure yeh don’t want me to taste yeh?”

You followed his command after a beat, looking at his disheveled state.

“What do yeh want baby? M’feelin generous today.” He was speaking in pants, his curls sticking to the perspiration-slick surface of his forehead.

“Wanna taste you Daddy. Please lemme-”

You reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he caught your hand before you could.

“Thas’ what this is all about? Such a slut f’me that you’d rather taste me then lemme taste you?” His hand moved to caress your cheek, running his finger across your saliva coated lip.

“Yes, wanna suck you off so bad Daddy.” You pushed out your lip forming an adorable pout, giving him your best puppy eyes and making sure he saw the tears of desperation welling in your lust blown eyes.

“Alright, alright, how do yeh wanna do it baby?” Instead of responding, you grasped the back of his firm thighs, pulling him up towards your face. He got the hint, shifting his knees to sit by your chest. You were now face to face with his very prominent bulge, and your mouth watered at the sight. Even though you wanted to unbuckle his belt yourself, he did it for you, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free after rolling down his boxers.

He stroked himself a few times, and you lifted your head to try and get him in your mouth. He pushed your shoulder down, and made it clear that he wanted to be in control. Finally, after much anticipation he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue, which you had stuck out for him to do exactly that.

You accepted it eagerly, sucking harshing on the tip of his cock. He moaned lowly, tilting his head backwards in ecstasy. You ran your tongue along his sensitive slit, reveling in the filthy noises and expletives that spilled out of his sweet pink lips.

Once you were satisfied with your teasing, you took him in your mouth about halfway, stopping before you gagged. Your hand made its way to the base of his thick shaft, pumping the part of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his cock, your tongue twisting and twirling around his member. You made sure to pay extra attention to his tip, giving it kitten licks when you needed to take a breather. Each time you took him back in your mouth, you pushed yourself further down, this time gagging after pushing him all the way down your throat. He stopped his groans of pleasure to look down at you, and he swore he could cum from just seeing you under him with smeared mascara and teary eyes. “Y’ok baby?” You nodded with him still in your mouth. You stilled for a moment, trying to think of a way to tell him that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. His hand was holding your hair out of your face as a makeshift hair tie, and you decided to tap on the wrist of that hand to give him permission. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, a silent gesture to assure you were okay with it. You nodded, his cock moving up and down with your head. He didn’t need any more instructions, pushing your head down on his shaft instantly.

You choked and gagged as he took control, moving your head up and down his thick cock. “Doin’ so well f’me baby, taking m’cock like a good little slut.” His purrs of approval were raspy, moan and gasps chopping his sentence up. Periodically, he pulled you off of him, allowing you to catch your breath before plunging back down on his member again.

The sudden pulsing of his cock inside your mouth was a wordless praise, and you were incredibly proud that you were able to bring him to his orgasm as quickly as you did.

He pulled you off of him again, and you heaved a few times as you filled your lungs back up with oxygen. But unlike before, he didn’t bring you back onto his cock, even pulling you back when you attempted to put him back in your mouth yourself. You cried out when he repositioned himself between your legs, back in the place he was when you were first on the bed.

All you wanted to do was finish him off, but he wouldn’t let you for a reason that was unknown to you.

“Daddy!” You were about to beg and whine to finish him off but his index finger on your lips kept you from your begging.

“As much as I’d love t’watch yeh swallow m’cum, I need t’feel this gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You quivered when the bands of his icy cold rings gripped the warm, supple flesh of your inner thighs. They dug into your skin, sending a pleasurable tingling sensation throughout your body, landing in your core.

If you were horny before, there wasn’t even a word to describe how utterly turned on you were now.

Your skirt was already hiked up from before, but Harry wanted it off fully. He ran his fingers across the waistband, finally finding the zipper and unzipping it faster than you could blink. “Bloody hell baby,” he grunted, taking a moment to admire your fully naked body squirming under him, begging for him to touch you. He wished he had a camera to capture you in this state, only thinking about one thing, him.

He stood up, his feet barely hitting the floor before he yanked his pants and boxers off. He was huge, and you stared at his prick in awe, even though you’ve been looking at it. His size was truly difficult to take in, because usually a big cock is either long or thick, not both. But Harry was both and some, and you were convinced that you would be content sucking on it for the rest of your life.

Distracted by your own dirty thoughts, you weren’t paying attention to what Harry was doing, only being shocked out of your haze when he ran two of his fingers across your sticky folds. He pulled his fingers away as your body jolted, surprised by the sudden contact. Strings of your arousal connected your cunt to his fingers, and he cursed under his breath. His fingers were covered in your juices and he stuck the digits in his mouth, sucking happily when he finally got to taste your sweet, sweet nectar.

He hummed constantly when he took the fingers out of his mouth. “Taste even sweeter than I imagined, baby. Could eat y’up all day long.”

You mewled and kicked your legs, tired of all of the teasing. “Daddy... just want you inside me!” He hushed you and reassured you that he would take care of you, leaning over your body and positioning himself on top of you. He lined himself up with you, his tip bumping your puffy clit. You whimpered and Harry took the message, finally pushing his rock hard cock into your soaking wet core.

“Fuck -- Daddy you’re s-so big,” you whined. He tilted forward, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

It took a minute for him to bottom out, Harry pushing in slowly to minimize the sting. There was a bit of pain as your body conformed to fit him inside of your tight little hole.

“Fuck baby, y’so fucking tight, might come just from this.” He had a silly smile on his face, but you both knew there was no joke laced between his words. He latched his darkened lips on an indent by your collar bone, nipping and licking on the skin while he waited for the approval to move.

“Move. Please move.”

The first thrust was hard and fast, he pulled almost fully out of you and then slammed him hips back up into you.

“Shit!”

Just like when you had him in your mouth, you could feel the thick veins running along his sizable shaft. He repeated the same type of movement for the next few thrusts, pounding into you and drawing back out over and over.

“So,” “Fuckin,” “Beautiful,”

Each of his words preceded a snapping of his hips, slamming into you particularly hard after calling you beautiful.

“Feels- feels so good, so good Daddy.” You were sobbing with pleasure. His thick cock filled you up so good it was like he was made for you.

“Didn’t even think it was possible f’someone t’be this tight baby. You’re takin’ meh so well sweet girl, so so well.” He found a rhythm, snapping his hips into yours, your velvety walls engulfing his cock perfectly. Watching himself disappear inside your tight hole egged Harry on even more, as well as the noises that your juices made when he rammed himself inside your pretty little cunt. His thumb was pressed against your clit, circling the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure was coursing through your veins, the firey burning feeling better than anything you had ever felt before.

Your hands were spread across his back, nails digging crescent shaped divots into the skin. Each time your fingers dug into the expanse of his back he growled, so you did it after each thrust. His lips were everywhere, kissing and licking all of the exposed skin that he could reach.

“Daddy..”

He took your pebbled nibble into his mouth, unable to resist after watching your tits bounce when he pushed himself in and out of you.

“So good baby, s’like y’were made fo me,” he cooed, your reply dying in your throat when he pressed his lips to yours.

You bit each other’s lips and swirled tongues like you had done at the beginning of the night. After a minute of rough kisses, he pulled away, and you both gasped for air. You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppier, and his cock twitched inside of you like it had when you took him in your mouth.

“Was made for you, just you.”

“Thas’ my good girl.”

His hand instinctively reached for your throat, and you watched his cheek heat up when he realized what he had done. But you grabbed his hand and placed it back on your throat. “Please,” you croaked out, desperate for him to choke you and make you see stars.

He smirked and obliged, pressing on the sides of your throat but avoiding your windpipe. Euphoria overtook your body at the new found sensation and the knot that had formed in your stomach was threatening to come loose. The tightness in your stomach translated to your center, and you clenched tightly around Harry.

“Y’gonna come? Can feel y’squeezin me love, lets come together yeah?” You gave him a tiny nod of agreement, too weak from your impending orgasm to give him a better response. “Let go f’me baby.”

The knot in your stomach uncoiled rapidly, bursting inside of you and sending shudders throughout every inch of your body. Seconds later Harry released inside of you, his hot ropes of cum painting your walls. Your eyesight got blurry and white spots clouded your vision as Harry worked you both through your climaxes. You thought the orgasm he gave you at your appointment was strong, but this one sent you to another plane of reality.

His movements slowed and he removed his thumb from your swollen button, which you were thankful for due to your hypersensitivity.

When you finally came back to reality, Harry was above you, pulling himself out of you. You placed your hand on his cheek, diverting his green eyes to look at yours. “Stay in, please?” He simply nodded, pushing back into you fully. He was already hardening again, but who could blame him? Your face alone was enough to get him rock hard and leaking precome.

He rolled you two to your sides, cuddling into each other’s bare chests. You shared no more words, both of you drifting off to a blissful sleep within minutes. But you didn’t need to ask him to know that this was the first time you slept together, but most definitely not the last.

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grapesodatozier · 3 years

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so close to the real thing (closer than you think)

rating: explicit

word count: 6.8k

summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.

You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.

tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them

notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!

read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.

There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.

Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.

It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.

There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.

But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.

He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.

Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.

Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.

It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.

Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.

Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.

Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:

hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me

Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.

fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type

Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.

there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.

His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.

oh, u dont think so?

why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;

Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.

But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.

you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.

fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)

Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.

i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.

ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn

Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe

aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?

Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those

oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up

Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.

what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll

Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.

well fuck baby since ur begging ;)

Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.

What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.

Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.

Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.

He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?

As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.

He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.

Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”

Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”

Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.

“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.

“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.

“How did you recognize it was me?”

Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”

Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.

Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”

Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”

Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.

It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.

“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.

Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.

“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.

Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”

Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”

Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.

“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.

“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”

Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.

“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.

“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.

“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”

“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.

“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”

Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.

“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.

“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”

Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”

Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.

“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.

“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”

“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”

Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.

Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.

Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“Better, I hope?” he grinned.

“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”

Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”

Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”

“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”

“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.

“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”

Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.

Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.

“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.

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The Duty of a Hero

Author’s Note: Howdy folks! I’m here with my first proper fic and I really hope that y’all like it! This will be exploring what could’ve happened if the Dabi that Aizawa fought wasn’t one of Twice’s clones. Since this is a fight, I advise the folks that are sensitive to things like that to click off and read another fic. Also, since this story does change scenery and moods a bit, I included some songs that change along with the the stories mood! This is mainly just because I like showing off my music taste and shit. Here’s Part 2!

Songs to Go Along: The Fighter by In This Moment, Acid Bubble by Alice In Chains, The Great Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd

I felt extremely at peace for once in life. I felt the normal crackling of my joints silence into a warm nothingness. My aching muscles that had been torn to shreds time and time again, the ones that had been strained and stretched beyond the limits of the human body seemed to reform perfectly as they melted into the rest of my numb form. My skin, a forest of calluses, scars, stitches, and open wounds felt as if it was no longer there. I was no longer confined to the space of my body, and instead moved around as freely as water or air. I was a sort of goo, unmoving, stationary, simple, yet free.

With a quirk as self-destructive as mine, becoming a hero was a sort of death wish. My quirk was known as “pain transfer.” Anytime I made eye contact with a person, I could activate my quirk and subject myself to pain only to have them suffer the pain of the injury for as long as I was looking at them. I could also transfer existing pain to my target. Although I may have had a wicked high pain tolerance and quick recovery period, my humanity was bound to catch up to me eventually. Quirks like mine, “villainous quirks” according to most people, should be kept hidden and the people born with them should go on to live normal lives as ordinary civilians. My parents were among these people. When I told them that I was enrolling in the hero course at UA, I was given the choice to either become a hero and be disowned, or ditch my pipe dream and stay their beloved child. I packed my things that night.

It was a miracle that I passed the entrance exam the next day. I was running on little sleep, the loss of my financial support, and the trauma that came with the realization that your parents didn’t love you anymore because you didn’t live in a way that they approved of. I had trained since my will to become a hero first arrived, a sort of passionate drive that crashed into my life so unexpectedly that the impact nearly gave me whiplash.

I supposed that that inferno of, what? Spite? No, not spite, something deeper, hotter, and more righteous than spite. Let’s say ardor. This ardor was what drove me to take out as many robots as I could, despite the fact that my quirk was utterly useless in this situation. I took out a decent amount of robots, at least, decent enough to get into the hero course. A lady by the name of Recovery Girl healed me before I went on my way. I thought that I just had a few scrapes and bruises, but apparently I had a broken wrist. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the worst-off there, some poor kid broke both of his arms and one of his legs.

The time between this moment and when I got into UA seems to have flown by. I came into UA, a semi-blank canvas, and now here I was, bleeding out on the campsite that I planned to spend my summer at with my classmates. Dying feels far less painful than one would assume; you really don’t even realize that you’re dying at first. It’s sort of like that feeling you get after eating a warm meal after starving for so long, sickening at first, but comforting after you grow used to it. It’s like taking a hot bath after spending a day in the snow; it burns at first, but the burning subsides into a comforting numbness. Your senses slowly dull into nothingness but your brain is left to conjure whatever image it pleases. I could have seen dead relatives, met idols, or even pictured an alternate life where my parents still loved me, but I didn’t.

I didn’t want it. Fame, fortune, admiration, acceptance, rebirth, none of it. I wanted none of it. I wanted to live. I wanted to do what I swore to do as soon as I got into UA. I wanted what I signed up for when I packed my bags and left my parents’ house at age fourteen. I wanted what I fought tooth and nail for. I wanted my ambitions and goals fulfilled.

Of course I wanted what I had worked for, that was beyond obvious, however, I also wanted the small things in life. I wanted my afternoon tea with Yaoyorozu, Sato, and Todoroki. I wanted my fashion shows with Aoyama, Ashido, and Hagakure. I wanted my midnight conversations with Shinsou and Tokoyami. I wanted my video game sessions with Kaminari and Sero. I wanted my morning meditation meetings with Shoji, Ojiro, and Koda. I wanted to watch pro-wrestling with Bakugou and Kirishima. I wanted to train with Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya. I wanted to swim with Asui. I wanted to listen to music with Jiro and Mr. Present Mic. I wanted inappropriate jokes with Ms. Midnight. I wanted to make Mr. Aizawa proud; I wanted to make myself proud. So, with so many incredible things to live for, I opened my eyes, and attempted to move.

Much to my distaste, it turns out that my relief from pain, as well as the disassociation from my body was nothing more than a thin veil that was easily permeated as I rose from near death. The forest was nothing more than a verdant blur, one that was far from easy to navigate. However, all things end eventually, so I decided to run from death and wherever I ended up would be the least of my worries. I sprinted through the disorder and dysfunction, and wound up walking in on my teacher fighting the son of a bitch who had left me to die a lonely death with only the company of insects and whatever plants were to take over my wilting corpse.

As Mr. Aizawa tackled the cremation villain, I rose from the forest, stared at the man in restraints, and activated my quirk. As the pain transferred from me to him, I felt the veil of insensibility slip over me once more. The villain howled out in agony, the very agony that he had inflicted on me only minutes before.

“Whatever you do, don’t break your gaze Eraserhead!” I chimed as I finally straightened my form, not wanting the hero to see me in such a state, “You’ll just have to trust me on this one!” Mr. Aizawa nodded, keeping a steady gaze on his target.

“Tried to kill me off?” I snarled as I made my way towards the sadistic bastard and beloved teacher holding him in place.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” the captive growled through gritted teeth, still under an amount of pain that would knock-out any average human. He looked beyond pissed that I survived, as if he took offense to the fact that I didn’t appreciate his work. I waltzed over to him, just far enough from Mr. Aizawa, but just close enough to the charred villain.

“Surprise, I remain,” I cooed, low enough for only the villain to hear. He bared his teeth at me, looking at me as if he were some sort of rabid animal. I wanted to taunt him. I wanted to make fun of the fact that he had been taken down by a high schooler and their teacher, but I knew that it was never good to brag, because Karma would usually come to bite you in the ass for it.

I stared at the man covered in staples, every blink I took releasing him from the effects of my quirk. Every blink motivated me to continue staring at him, to immobilize him so Mr. Aizawa could use his eye drops or blink, to buy him some time. However, I knew that this game of “pass the villain” could only go on for so long. Something had to be done. Eventually, the patchwork villain would catch both of us off guard and use his quirk, or one of his buddies would come and back him up. Mr. Aizawa and I were miles away from my peers or the rest of the pro-heroes. It was just the two of us up against this villain, and we were growing tired.

Only minutes after the realization had struck me, the villain escaped from Mr. Aizawa’s scarf when the two of us accidentally blinked at the same time. The human crematorium stood before us, and before I could use my quirk to disable him, he shot out a flurry of blue flames my way.

I dodged this attack as Mr. Aizawa ran towards the villain, yelling out the name “Dabi.” Before Mr. Aizawa was able to restrain him, Dabi grabbed the erasure hero and threw him headfirst into a brick wall, effectively knocking him out. I desperately wanted to check on my partner in battle, but I knew that I couldn’t let my guard down, because now Dabi was staring me directly in the eye.

I could attempt to charge at him, but I would be charred to bits, and even if I somehow managed to avoid his flames, I would meet the same fate as Eraserhead, knocked out and at Dabi’s mercy. I was screwed, I had no back up, my teacher was unconscious, and I was face to face with one of Japan’s most notorious criminals. I was dead meat.

That was until I devised a plan, one that would take out the cremation villain for good. One that would end his reign of terror once and for all. However, there was only one downside to this plan, and that was the fact that this plan would result in two casualties, Dabi and me. However, if I went with any other plan, Mr. Aizawa and I were to become the victims while Dabi walked off scot free.

I was destined to become a martyr.

With that realization, I turned to my teacher who was slowly coming to his senses and gave him a gentle smile,

“Eraserhead, it has truly been a pleasure,” I announced as Dabi’s arrogant gaze turned to one of confusion. As Mr. Aizawa slowly faded back into his previously comatose state before he had time to be confused, I focused my gaze back on the blue-flamed bastard. It was time to end it, to end his rule once and for all.

I reached into my pocket, grabbed a tiny weapon that fit perfectly in my hand, locked eyes with the villain, smirked, and painlessly slit my neck. As Dabi grasped his neck and choked on his unseen blood, which was truly my blood, he fell to his knees.

As I took what I knew were my last steps, I came face to face with the first half to my murder-suicide. He glared at me, an amalgam of agony that felt nothing at all, and snarled.

“I’ll see you in hell, you cunt.”

I laughed, of all the things he could’ve chosen to be his final words, he chose to give into the childish desire to have the last word with me. As his oddly-familiar eyes drained of life, I felt the pain I had so carelessly inflicted upon myself finally hit me like a freight train.

I began to choke as I fell to my knees, similarly to how Dabi had fallen only seconds before. I knew that my time was up soon, I would succumb to my injuries and lose the thing I had fought tooth and nail for only moments before. I looked to the horizon to find the sun casting his loving gaze upon my battered body. It was as if Apollo himself was granting me a warrior’s death, like he knew I had made some kind of a righteous sacrifice that warranted a soothing transition from death to afterlife.

The sunrise was something like I had never seen before. The blues burned brighter than the flames I had defeated minutes before, the yellow pooled around my weary being like an evening gown to a death dance, and the red painted a comforting scene in the clouds, as if to distract me from my own red that painted my body and the ground around me. I smiled my final smile as I walked into the loving embrace of the sun.

My duty as a hero had been fulfilled.

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