#knife in the sink and not knowing ab it???

[rattkachuk]

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.” for mattdrai

I felt this one was very dramatic lol

tw// blood + mentions of a knife

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but…I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

The content of what Leon had just said and the calm tone he just used do not match at all, and it has Matthew immediately bee lining towards the kitchen where Leon was doing the dishes. He had said there weren't that many, and instead of running the dishwasher he was just going to do them in the sink. Matthew had shrugged and left him to it, but clearly that was a mistake.

His mouth falls open at the wad of paper towels Leon is holding over his hand, soaked deep red with blood.

“Leon, what the hell did you do?” Matthew gasps, immediately pulling off more paper towels and

“I uh,” Leon’s cheeks flush bright red and he turns his gaze to the ceiling, “I forgot one of those knives were in the sink before I filled it up with water.”

Matthew knows the ones. It was a fancy set of Japanese knives that Brady had gotten for them last Christmas. He swore by them, and Matthew wasn’t one for much cooking, but even he could admit that they had an insane edge on them.

“So fucking stupid,” Leon mutters.

“Hey, it was an accident, happens to the best of us,” Matthew says gently, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. The amount of blood on the counter was a little concerning, but he could deal with that afterwards. Pointing to Leon’s hand, he asks, “Can I?”

Leon nods.

Matthew peels back the used paper towel and tosses it in the sink, grabbing a fresh dry sheet to pat the blood away from around the cut. It’s at least an inch, on his palm just under his thumb, but the way it keeps bleeding makes it hard for Matthew to really get a good look at it.

Matthew shakes his head, and presses the paper towel down against Leon’s palm, holding it tight between his two hands.

“Ow,” Leon winces, but doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry, babe,” Matthew frowns, “Let’s keep some pressure on it for a bit, but I think you might need stitches.”

“Great. The med staff is gonna love me.”

Matthew looks Leon over and sighs. There’s blood on his beige t-shirt and somehow on his neck, he’s holding his free hand up in the air so he doesn’t get it anywhere else, and Matthew notices how it’s trembling.

He quietly sidles into Leon’s space a little more.

Out on the ice, Matthew was good at causing shit and taking up space, but here with Leon he had learned to do it with a gentleness that he had always been led to believe wasn’t in his power–or that it shouldn’t be. He comforts the way he knows how, kisses Leon’s forehead and rests his lips there for a moment, “You gonna be okay?”

“Yah. It's just embarrassing,” Leon admits, meeting Matthew’s eyes with a sorry smile, “How are you so good at this anyways?”

Matthew doesn’t answer right away, slowly letting Leon’s hand go from his grasp to peek at the gash again. It’s still bleeding pretty profusely, and he was probably going to have to get some gauze from the bathroom and wrap it up before they went to the hospital.

He thinks back to being a kid, how many scrapes and bruises his siblings and him had amassed, and being the oldest, he had to have some kind of knowledge on how to fix things, “Ah. You can thank growing up with Brady and Taryn for that. Mostly Brady.”

Leon nods thoughtfully, takes a long time before he answers, “Hm. Not thanking him for those knives, though.”

“No,” Matthew agrees, an amused huff of laughter leaving his lips, “Not for the knives.”

ao3

[starhvney]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: blaze, garroth, gene, laurance

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your friend group has a certain game they like to play at your co-ed sleepovers–one that was exhilarating and full of tension. naturally, what’s a girl to do but use her wits and charm to win over the heart of the boy she’s playing with? and what if he’s the one pulling the strings all along?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: teens being teens, fluff and flirtyness, kissing and cooties! it’s implied that they’re dating the reader or at least have mutual crushes

𝐂𝐖: use of fake knives and nerf guns lol

𝐀/𝐍: erm..umm…hehe? bites lip

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“hey blaze, wanna go see something cool?” you ask suddenly, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes up at the tall werewolf.

he purses his lips, black ears twitching against his dark red curls. a suspicious hum leaves his lips for a moment as the rest of the group warily watches on.

“okay!” he goofily smiles, shrugging and following after you towards the house’s basement door.

“blaze… don’t fall for it.”

“but she’s such a trustworthy person!” he protests against the group’s warnings, beginning to follow you down the dim staircase.

you hold back a snort at his enthusiastic voice, wondering if he was playing up on his usual airheaded tendencies or if he really thought you weren’t going to kill him off from the game down here.

“the basement, definitely super romantic and cool and not suspicious at all!”

he definitely knew. you giggle as you make it to the end of the staircase, standing at the bottom as you awkwardly try to think of what you want to “show him” besides the plastic knife in your pocket.

“your laugh is usually cute, but when it’s so mischievous and in a dark basement it’s kind of creepy,” he shivers, backing up towards the stairs again. ���actually… i just remembered i need to do something!”

“wait! you said i’m cute, right?” you snatch onto his flannel, dragging him back towards you—or rather dragging yourself towards his much heavier and unmoving body.

“yeah…”

“um… wanna… make out?”

“yeah!” he switches back to his himbo cheerfulness, very eagerly leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

you indulge him for a moment, before your puckered lips spread into an evil smile and you’re pressing the plastic knife into his abs. a disappointed sigh leaves his lips as he dramatically sinks down to the floor to play dead.

“not cool, you’re gonna leave me in the spooky basement?” he pouts, his fluffy tail laying flat on the ground.

“you’ll be fine,” you giggle, pressing one last kiss to his forehead and happily skipping up the stairs to finish the round. “see you later!”

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞!

“where is everyone…?” you trail, feeling uneasy as you look for all of the friends you were separated from. 

your search is interrupted when you hear footsteps rapidly approaching you across the grass of the backyard. 

despite knowing this was a silly game with friends, turning to see a six foot three beast of a werewolf sprinting at you with a plastic knife in hand was still a terrifying visual. you couldn’t help the terrified yelp that left your lips as you sprinted away from him, knowing your efforts were futile.

you’re caught up to within barely a few seconds, strong arms nearly crushing you as he scoops you up. a squeal leaves your lips as you cling onto his shirt, feeling your feet leave the ground.

“wait! wait!” you screech, heart racing as you catch your breath.

“nuh-uh,” he laughs.

you groan when you feel the knife firmly placed against your back, limply dangling in blaze’s arms.

“caught you.”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

your arms boldly slink around garroth’s shoulders as you lean onto him from behind where he sat, your face snuggling up to the side of his cheek.

automatically he tenses up, eyelids narrowing as his vision darts over to you from the side of his eye. he mutters your name suspiciously, but one of his hands comes up to softly grab onto one of your arms.

“hey, garroth,” you whisper into his ear, holding back the amused giggle that fights to escape your lips. “i was just wishing a tall, hot blonde guy would go into the closet to make out with me…”

garroth sighs, his ears turning a bright red where your breath ghosted along the skin.

“you said that last time, and i died.”

you can tell he’s trying to make his voice monotonous and unimpressed, but the amused intonation at the end of his sentence tells another story. your chest presses against his back, and the breathy, mischievous laughter that exhales from your lungs shakes the both of you.

“no, i’m for real this time!”

“oh yeah, that sounds perfect,” he sarcastically quips back. “i’ll go with the girl trying to seduce me into the closet with no witnesses.”

“garroth… would i ever betray you in such a way?”

“you just did a couple rounds ago.”

“yeahhh,” you drawl out, placing a kiss on his cheek as you quickly place the knife over his heart and press down. “sorry.”

he sighs, slumping forward on the table to play dead.

“so cruel and heartless,” he jokingly pouts, and you have to restrain yourself from placing another kiss on his jutted lower lip.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞!

“garroth, i’m sorry. why don’t we hug it out?” you suggest, arms spread wide as you look up at the blonde expectantly.

he rolls his eyes, leaning down and tightly wrapping his arms around you. after a moment you pay his back, expecting to be let go, but realization hits you as it’s his turn to giggle at you. 

the light rumbling of his laughter vibrates against you, before you feel the plastic knife pressing right up against the small of your back.

you groan, going limp in his arms and leaning your head back as you sigh in light hearted annoyance.

“wowwww, okay.”

he continues to laugh, leaning over and letting you slink down to the floor before gently letting you rest on the ground.

“sorry,” he smiles, looking the least bit sorry before leaning down and placing a kiss against your lips.

“i’m so gonna haunt you.”

“i wouldn’t mind a pretty ghost following me around,” he smiles back, before getting back up and running off to finish his job.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“gene, wanna go make out?” you casually ask, smiling at the older boy cheekily and attempting to ignore the attractive look he stares back at you with.

his head falls back and he rolls his eyes, smirk plastered on his lips as he sighs in contemplation from where he sat.

“see, how am i supposed to refuse when you ask like that, though?”

“like what?” you tilt your head innocently, lacing your hands behind your back.

he pointedly stares at you through hooded eyes, before stretching up from his seat and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“alright, where are we going to make out?”

you shrug and guide him out of the house, passing a few people as you go.

“where are you two going?”

“to make out, apparently.”

“don’t tell me you’re falling for that.”

“it’ll be fine,” gene drawls, waving his hand as the two of you exit the house. “i have a feeling on how this is gonna end, but i’ll take my chances.”

“well, whoever’s the cop—be ready when she comes back alone,” you hear someone say as the door shuts behind you. 

you only take a few steps before turning around, pointing the knife at him with a small innocent smile on your face.

“damn, not even gonna give me a small chance at a kiss before you kill me?”

“so sorry,” you apologize emptily, the cheeky smile on your lips leaving when he leans forward into the knife, grabbing your face and devouring your lips for a moment with his own.

you blink at him in shock as he pretends to cough in pain, keeping forward into the ground and rolling onto his back to play dead.

“it’s alright, you will be later,” he smirks back, laying flat on the ground and staring up at the stars.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐩. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!

finally! you found where your friends had been all round… only to see that they were all sprawled out on the floor, motionless. you take a cautious step into the room, slowly turning your head to the tall form standing in your peripheral.

you hear a few snickers from the ground as you and gene stare at each other, with your hands on your hips.

“well, it’s just us, huh?”

“yep.”

you don’t have enough time or a chance to pull out the gun, instead having to run away down the hall and through the back doors as he suddenly sprints after you.

“nooo! nonono, gene!” you call out, fumbling for the gun in your pocket as you run through the grass.

“why are you running?” he asks, the amused smile on his lips heard through his voice without even having to glance back. “don’t run from me.”

you point the gun back, shooting and missing the boy entirely, wasting your last bullet. one more stride and he catches up to you, knocking the gun out of your hand and restraining you against him with one arm in a single swoop. 

“wait! don’t!” you frantically scramble as he presses the knife up against your chest. “i will… um!”

“mhmmm…” he tauntingly hums, letting you continue.

“…go out? …with you?”

you whine as he presses the knife down against your chest, slumping over as he hunches over and slowly lets you down to the ground. deep laughter leaves his lips as he looks down at your pout, hands on his knees in amusement. 

“sorry, that’s not a good deal if you already do that, doll.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

“laurance, follow me,” you tug on his shirt, backing up as you try to lure him out of the room.

“i’m not falling for that, silly girl,” he leans down towards you, smirk plastered on his face. “where’s everyone else you walked off with, then. hm?”

“falling for what?” you follow him as he starts backing away from you and towards the door. “i just love you so much. i wanna show you!”

“uh-huh, right,” he nods, before turning and taking off outside into the cool night air.

“laurance! wait, let me show you!” you laugh hysterically. “i wanna show you how much i love you!”

“get away!” he laughs, using his soccer skills to dodge and run away from you in the grass.

you manage to catch him, jumping onto his back and using the momentum to tackle the both of you down to the soft grass. your legs straddle his torso as you both catch your breath, chests panting for air.

“now it’s just us…” you trail, dragging your index finger across his lower lip. 

you pull on it before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips, simultaneously plunging the fake knife against his chest.

“that was both terrifying and hot at the same time,” he breathes with a smug grin.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐩. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!

“come on, you don’t trust me?” laurance tilts his head, pouting as you indecisively point your gun back and forth between him and katelyn—the rest of your friends laid out on the ground. “ouch, that hurts.”

katelyn stares at you with a deadpan expression. her and laurance have their arms raised in the air in surrender, leaving you as the one to make the game-settling decision.

“um…”

“don’t let him woo you, you’re better than this—“

“she went off with aphmau alone and now aphmau is dead!” laurance insists, leaning forward towards you. “it’s obviously her, be smart. you’re smart.”

“um… i’m sorry katelyn!” you apologize, sending a bullet out toward katelyn’s stomach.

she laughs with a groan as she sinks to the ground. you come to the realization that you, in fact, made the wrong decision when nobody else gets up, leaving you and laurance at a standstill.

“…i’m out of bullets.”

“you better run…” someone mutters with a snort on the ground.

strings of shouts and scared curses leave your lips as you take off down the hallway, searching for any bullets to use now that you’ve cornered yourself at one end of the house.

“oh no!” you yelp, socks sliding as you land against a wall, laurance’s hands trapping you in before you can scramble anywhere else.

“hey,” he jokingly bites his lip, staring at you with faux seduction.

you sigh dramatically. “just kill me.”

he giggles, stabbing you with the knife before placing a kiss against your cheek.

“hey, it’s not your fault my charm works so well—“

“shut up.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[skulla-rxcks]

Gaping guns

Paring: ot8 x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: gun fucking, face fucking, PIV, unprotected, group s3x

Day 12 of ktober - You wake up in a random house and agree to have sex with a group of men, not knowing that it would be the most pleasurable experience of your entire life.

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THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

I’m walking back my car after doing my weekly grocery shopping, all the heavy bags I’m carrying hurting my arms, they’re definitely going to leave marks. As I continue walking I can’t help but wonder why I parked so far away, yeah sure the parking lot was full but could I at least have found a spot closer? my feet move along the concrete dragging myself along. Suddenly I feel someone or something grab me from behind. I fall onto the concrete behind me and hit my head, completely blacking out.

I wake up on a rich velvet covered house in what seems like a fancy dining room, I rub my eyes and sit up, looking around. there’s eight men sitting around the room I’m in, are they the ones who brought me here? I wonder. “you’re awake. finally.” one of them says in a deep Australian accent; his hairs blonde with a strong but petite build. “what happened..?

where am I? who are you guys?” I ask him, my eyes scanning the other men in the room as I wait for an answer.

“don’t worry about that now,” another man replies to me, he also has a similar accent to the guy who woke me up, but a bit more buffness in this build, his biceps popping out of his tank top.

“we’ll take you home if you let us fuck you, yeah?” fuck me? hopefully not all eight of them,, right? “would you let us use you, bunny?” one of the eight says. “I.. okay. but what are your names so I know what to.. scream?” I ask, crossing my legs as I sink into the couch. “Chan, Felix, Han, Seungmin, Jeongin call him I.n if easier, Hyunjin and Minho, oh and I’m Changbin.” the one who called me bunny says, Changbin. “okay.. I’ll try remembering all of your names.” I respond. “good girl.. take off your clothes for us.” Chan says with his thick accent, walking behind me and putting a gun to my head, threatening to pull the trigger if I don’t. the gun intimidating me enough to make me strip right then and there. “undergarments too.” Han giggles, walking up to me with a knife, cutting my underwear and bra off with a quick swipe before pulling the ripped material from my body.

“legs open. princess.” He adds, his strong hands forcefully pulling my thighs open to reveal my already wet pinkish cunt.

Chan kneels down infront of me, licking a stripe down my soaked folds. “what are you.. nngh..” I moan out, the sensation of being touched by his tongue making me whimper already. “I’m tasting you baby girl.” He chuckles, spreading my folds open and thrusting 2 fingers inside of me, curling them up and finding my g spot almost immediately.

“Fuck!” I gasp. “We’ll do that soon enough baby.” He replies, making a joke out of my moans.

“Who wants her first? And which hole?” He asks the rest of the boys; Changbin says he wants my ass, Felix says my pussy and Jeongin says my mouth. I thought they’d all use me separately but I was wrong as I see the three men walk towards me while taking their pants and boxers off as well as their shirts. All of them seem to have amazing bodies, abs, muscles and perfectly fit, you can tell they work out quite a bit.

Chan moves away and stands behind me again, watching as the three boys position themselves at the entrance of my holes. I moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain as all of their dicks impale me at once; Changbin’s making me whimper the most,

I’ve never had anything in my ass before so it feels like he’s ripping me open. “Fuckk..~” I cry, my words muffled from Jeongin’s cock in my mouth, I hear him gasp as my words send vibrations throughout his length. Felix starts moving inside of my pussy, his cock rubbing slightly against Changbin’s through the small barrier of skin. “Dick… so much… mmgh!” My eyes roll back as all three of them start penetrating my holes, my entire body shuddering at the sensation.

The rest of the boys are watching, staring at the scene with lust filled eyes stroking their own dicks as they watch my body get absolutely destroyed.

Chan leans over and takes out his gun again, rubbing it against my clit, adding to the pleasure these strange men are giving me. Minho comes over, tired off waiting he rubs himself against my breasts, beginning to leak all over my chest, his groans adding to the noise we all are making as he rubs his dick against the soft skin repeatedly.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” Felix blurts out “can I fill you up?” He asks, I shake my head in response. No. What If I get pregnant? As much as I’d love my womb being filled up with Felix’s seed I sadly have to say no. He ends up pulling out and cumming all over my stomach, leaving my pussy gaping while Jeongin and Changbin are still going at my mouth and ass.

Hyunjin begins to walk over, taking Felix’s place and beginning to penetrate my pussy, thrusting way harder than Felix did, making the sound of skin against skin echo in the room. Jeongin fills up my mouth with his warm salty semen, not pulling out until I swallow it all; Seungmin pushing him aside and using my mouth now.

“So pretty..” Chan giggles, slapping his cock against my face as he watches me get violated by his friends, watching and paying attention to every thrust filling up my holes, and every groan and moan that we all are making, as well as the noises of Changbin’s and Hyunjin’s balls slapping against me. “Stay still..” Changbin Groans, wrapping his hand around my neck as he fills up my asshole with his thick seed, the feeling of his cum in my ass making me feel all warm inside. in the meantime Minho stops rubbing against my breasts and takes my ass instead now, thrusting harder and harder until he releases his load inside of me, Hyunjin follows after and then not soon after Seungmin does too.

Everyone’s Either filled me up or their cums stained on my skin, just as I thought we were done Chan pushes the boys away and commands for them to sit down - as if he’s their leader or something. “I’m not done with you yet.” He says, standing in front of me, kneeling down before shoving his gun into my vagina thrusting it in and out of me. “C..chan..? That’s a gun not a.. a dildo..” I tell him, earning a chuckle from him in response. “I know that, but I’m going to use it as one.” He shoves it in me deeper and deeper making me squirm until I cum all over the gun, hopefully not ruining it.

“Bend over the couch, get into doggy. He demands, I do as he says, bending myself over the arm of the chair, arching my back as my ass sticks out for him. “Good girl” he smirks before pushing into my vagina, thrusting himself in and out of me at a rapid pace. Using one of his hands to squeeze and play with my ass, while using the other one to slowly finger my ass before bringing up the speed to match it with the pace of his thrusting. I moan in pleasure, tears forming in my eyes as he uses me; fucking me harder and faster than any of the guys did. It could just be that he’s extremely fucking horny or that his dicks bigger than the others. Either way, I don’t care. “Chan..!” I cry, tears running down my face, wetting my cheeks with a hint of a glistening sparkle from my makeup as my mascara and eye shadow runs down my cheeks with them.

“You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum inside this little tight cunt.” He says, growling into my ear.

“No.. I’ll get pregnant!” I call out. “So? I’ll get you plan b pills after this. Just need this right now, need to cum inside this slutty cunt of yours it’s the only part of you that hasn’t been filled up yet.” Chan groans, pushing his cock deeper into my pussy. “A-ah. But.. b-b-but..” I try to reason with him but I can’t he’s too deep inside me for me to complain about it, I look over at the rest of the guys who are now pleasuring each other; sucking and jerking each other. Some of them even kissing. But I can’t seem to focus on that now, all I can take in and focus on his dick penetrating my pussy, Chan’s dick to be exact.

“God you’re so cute.. can’t even talk! Fuck I’m gonna.. I’m gonna fill you up with my seed, take it, take it all you slutty bitch!” He screams out as he releases himself inside my cunt. When he pulls out I moan, feeling empty again.

“Gonna go get the pills now.. if you’re still horny maybe have another round with the boys..” Chan chuckles as he walks out the door to get the contraceptives. I nod and walk over to the rest of the boys, wanting to. No. Needing to be fucked one last time.

[berryhobii]

Late For Work (jjk x reader)

Pairing: Husband!Jeon Jungkook x black!female!reader

Word Count: 2,223

Warnings: established relationship(they’re married!), fluff, domestic vibes, Jungkook’s a house husband, tattooed!Jungkook, smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), morning sex, somnophilia I guess? He wakes reader up with head. Kitchen sex, oral(m and f receiving), deepthroating, throat fucking, lots of spit, reader’s a whiny and needy sl*t, Jungkook is obsessed with reader(in a sweet way), begging, overstimulation, interrupting phone cliche

A/N: Hi! I’m back! I know I said this would be a Gamer!Jungkook but I kind of went off script a little, heh. There will definitely be a part 2 of this though and there will be actual Gamer JK in that. While I don’t explain reader in this, they are dark skinned. Their skin is described more in part 2. Criticism is always welcomed and I hope you enjoy!

Read Part 2 HERE!

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When you woke up, it was to him between your legs, slurping up all of your wetness and flicking his tongue against your swollen clit. He managed to wrench 3 orgasms out of you before your alarm rang, that stupid job calling for your attention. Thank goodness you were close to going on vacation. After that, you could spend some much needed quality time with your husband.

He helped you to the bathroom, your legs feeling weak from your orgasms that were still vibrating through your body. Once you showered, did your skincare, and refreshed your hair, you found him in the kitchen, back turned to you as he sliced something on a cutting board.

Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, your hungry eyes greedily took in the expanse of his bare, muscled back. Each movement caused his muscles to flex, the dark and brightly colored tattoos that stretched across his back shifting. He had recently finished the healing process for his brand new back tattoos—a large dragon spread across his shoulder blades, multiple flowers of different colors wrapped around his ribs, and your favorites were the abundance of clouds with butterflies resting on them. He had lots of little others like that cute smiley face on the back of his neck and that Minnie mouse bow on the back of his right arm he got on a dare after losing to Taehyung. You remember when he came home with it. You had laughed for close to 10 minutes, much to Jungkook’s chargin, his pout never leaving until he got annoyed and bent you over the couch. You still giggled but his cock taught you manners.

He heard you place your purse down on the kitchen island, turning his head to look at you.

“Breakfast is almost ready.”

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning in to inhale his shampoo. Your cheek rubbed against his soft skin, humming when he relaxed in your embrace.

“Morning head and breakfast? Are you married?”

He chuckled, reaching for another strawberry to slice. “I am. Very happily for 3 years. They’re the love of my life.”

“Sounds like a very lucky person.”

While you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smiling extra big.

“Eh. They hog all the blankets and can’t sleep unless it’s freezing cold but I guess they’re lucky to have me.”

You rolled your eyes, biting his shoulder blade. He was such a dork.

“They bite me a lot too. I wonder if I’m tasty.”

Your hands began to wander, scratching down his chest and abs until you reached the band of his low sweats. You dipped into the article of clothing, a noise of surprise vibrating your throat when you found he wasn’t wearing underwear.

Your hand grabbed at his half hard cock, beginning to pump him slowly. He inhaled a sharp breath, dropping the knife he held in the sink. Safety first and all that.

His hands gripped at the counter, head dipping low as you stroked him to hardness. When his sweats began to get uncomfortable, he moaned.

“Baby….”

You hummed, pulling away from him to let him turn around. Now that he was facing you, you could appreciate him fully—from his broad chest to his smooth expanse of his defined stomach. Your eyes trailed up to meet his, dark irises staring at you. His gaze made you feel warm all over, those earlier orgasms feeling far away. You wanted more.

Dropping to your knees before him, you grabbed at his sweats before pulling them down. His cock sprang up, the tip leaking precum. You licked your lips, gaze greedy and your throat itching to have him nestled in it.

You gripped him once again, feeling him throb in your hold. Locking eyes with him, you leaned forward to lick at his tip.

“You’re delicious.”

Your stare never broke as you licked him from base to tip. Eye contact was the quickest way to get him to cum. You too. It just made your sex feel more intimate and connected. It also fueled his ego a little to watch your sultry eyes stare up at him as he was down your throat.

After you had slicked him up enough, your hand pumped at him as your mouth sucked at his balls—his most sensitive spot. He tossed his head back, leaning against the counter, a loud moan coming from him.

Gathering saliva in your mouth, you bubbled spit all over his balls. He loved it wet and messy, something you learned after your first few times together. He was always a gentleman during your first times but that quickly changed when you started getting more and more comfortable with him. Your pussy would get so wet and sticky that he couldn’t hold back.

Coming back to his cock, you kissed along his shaft, trailing spit with you, cheeks and chin wet. You took him into your mouth, sucking him halfway in, your hand pumping what you hadn’t gotten to…..yet.

Your tongue licked all around him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him. His hand grabbed at your hand, hips bucking into your throat. You removed your hand from his cock, instead gripping his thighs, giving him the okay to go hard.

Using his other hand to grab the back of your neck, he began moving his hips in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, allowing him to slip in and out with ease.

“You like that cock in your throat, baby?” His raspy voice talked down at you. You moaned around his cock because fuck yes you did. You could feel your panties sticking to you, the fabric probably ruined beyond rescue.

He pushed your head all the way down, holding you there, nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock. Tears sprang in your eyes, throat constricting around him. Your nails dug into his thighs, leaving red marks in your wake.

When you began to sputter and gag on him, he let you go. You inhaled a deep breath, coughing and trying to pull air back into your lungs. Your bleary eyes looked back up at him, your hand coming to pump at his slick cock again. Sweat dripped down his chest and stuck his hair to his forehead. He looked good enough to eat.

“Give me more, baby.” Tongue hanging out of your mouth, you were ready to take everything he gave you.

Fuck.

A few more pumps of your hand and harsh suck to his tip and he was cumming in your mouth, filling your cheeks. He shivered as his orgasm racked him, mouth dropping open in a silent moan.

You didn’t immediately swallow, letting him regain his breath. You patiently sat back on your heels, bright eyes staring up at him.

His hand reached out to grab your chin, tilting your head up. “Open.”

You obliged, dropping your jaw to show him his release in your mouth. He felt his cock jump at the sight. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Swallow.”

And you did, opening your mouth again to show him you had obeyed.

He helped you up from the ground, grabbing under your thighs to lift you and place you on the kitchen island. His lips hungrily moved against yours, his hands pushing your pencil skirt up until he could access your thong. His warm hands grabbed both sides of the thin string, giving it one harsh pull and it snapped. He worked at the buttons of your blouse next, careful not to pop any of them in his haste but truthfully, he could care less. Once it was open, he pulled down the cups of your bra, letting your breasts spill out.

You moaned as his hands pinched at your nipples, little sparks going up your back. He pulled away from your mouth, a whine coming from you but it was quickly covered when his mouth sucked in your left nipple. Your hands buried in his hair, humming as he worked both of your nipples to stiff peaks. He bit at the skin of your breasts, further darkening the hickies he placed there just last night. Once he was satisfied with his work, he pulled away to kiss you again.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. I can’t wait anymore.” You were starting to grow more and more desperate. Those orgasms from earlier just weren’t enough. You needed his cock right now.

He smirked at your whiny tone. His cock was hard again, throbbing to be nestled in your warm and tight walls but he had more pressing matters to tend to.

Pecking your lips once more, he bent down slightly until he was level with your pussy. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart to get more access to your dripping heat. You barely had time to balance yourself on your hands before he was diving in, eating you out like a man starved. His tongue licked and sucked at your clit, abusing the swollen bud until your legs were shaking.

His eyes looked at you from between your legs and goodness were you a sight to see. The way your mouth dropped open, your breasts all marked up, and your watery eyes threatening to spill. He could eat you out for hours, not even stopping when you were crying and begging for him to let you rest.

You didn’t even realize how desperate and close you were until that band was snapping and you were cumming all over his face. One of your hands buried in hair, pulling him closer as your head fell back. Your toes dug into his shoulders, almost pushing him away but he remained firm, delivering licks to your clit.

Once you were shaking in overstimulation, he pulled away, licking his lips of your sweet juices.

He stood back to his full height, pulling you closer until your hips hung off the edge of the counter. You felt his cock rub against your sensitive pussy, flinching away a little at the almost painful feeling. But you were so desperate for him that you didn’t care. You just wanted his cock inside you. Now.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him to you again. Tears fell down your cheeks, bottom lip wobbling. “P-please….no more teasing…”

He could hold himself back anymore either. He pecked your temple, hands digging into the nest of your thighs. “Okay, princess.”

The head of his cock rubbed against your slick folds, bumping your clit a few times making you shiver.

Just as he was about to push in, the loud blaring of your phone broke you apart. Realization struck you, your eyes widening.

“Oh shit! My meeting! I’m late!” You hastily reached for your purse, digging in it until you found your phone. You quickly answered it, apologies falling from your lips.

After you hung up, Jungkook helped you from the island, your legs buckling but he held you up.

You sighed, leaning against his sweaty chest. “Ugh, darn you and your magnetic dick. Why did you distract me?”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “You stuck your hand down my pants. You started this.”

You growled, biting his pec lightly. “You woke me up. You started this.”

He harshly gripped both of your ass cheeks in his hands. “Do you want me to finish it?” His suggestive tone matched his eyes, his stare sending shocks straight to your pussy. Was that meeting really important? You could just quit your job and live your days with Jungkook’s cock down your throat. You’d clock in faithfully every day.

You whined, pushing him away. “I’m already late. Stop tempting me.”

He gave you that cheeky smile again but let you go, making sure to deliver a slap to your ass as you walked away.

Once you had brushed your teeth again and fixed your makeup and hair, you rushed to the door. Jungkook was already waiting for you with a bagel and your lunch bag. Your heart warmed at the sight of him. He took such good care of you. An idea of a surprise date swirled in your head.

You smiled when your eyes met.

“Here. I packed your lunch and since breakfast got cold, I made you a bagel. Eat the whole thing.”

You walked into his arms, hugging him tightly, his warmth sinking into your skin. “I love you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you more.”

After embracing for a moment longer, you reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to work.

He kissed away your pout. “I’ll be here when you come back. I promise.”

You sighed but nodded, expecting a final kiss before you finally walked out of the door but instead, his hand grabbed your throat to pull you closer. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes widening as they locked with his. His smile had dropped, only a mischievous smirk left in its wake.

“And when you come back, I’ll fuck you on every surface in this apartment.”

Your thighs rubbed against each other, excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You were about to say something but you were silenced when he shoved the bagel in your mouth

“Have a good day at work.”

[rubyreduji]

sweat pumpin', heart thumpin' — lc

summary: when you get horny at rehearsal you want nothing more than to go home and take care of your problem, but you get stopped when chan asks you to run a dance with him, in the end you find a way to help each other out

tags: smut (minors dni!), theatre/dancer!au warnings: brief mentions of idol x idol, sweat, age gap (reader is ten years older than chan), explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. rec), fingering, mirror sex, pussy drunk chan, praise, chan is obsessed with the reader wc: 4.0k an: horny theatre adults 🤥 lowkey the reader talks like she’s old as fuck but she’s only thirty-two

Three hours. That's how long you've been at dance rehearsal. Three hours, yet it feels like it's been a lifetime.

The air in the room is humid from the heat radiating off of everyone's bodies. The studio is a mess with clothes long discarded on the perimeters of the marley and water bottles and dance bags crowding up the walkways. 

Your head and feet are throbbing as you run the routine again. Soonyoung is shouting the steps out as you do them but you've been tuning him out since the hour and a half mark. 

You're a dancer, you love your job, but you don't love five hour long night rehearsals right after your shift at your second job as a diner waitress. Your muscles ache and scream at you as you push them to do the moves again and again and again. There's no stopping though. Not when Soonyoung is in one of his moods and you could cut the tension between him and Jihoon with a knife, as Jihoon glares at the choreographer over the top of the piano. You're not sure if the producer knew those two were dating when he hired them on as the music director and choreographer but it's clear the two of them are struggling to separate work and home in whatever new fight they're in this week. 

Beside you Mingyu stops, huffing a bit before lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. You don't bother trying to hide the way you stare at his body. Everyone here knows he's hot, including himself. So you allow yourself to take a good, long look at his tanned, hardened abs, glistening with his sweat. You try to ignore the tingle you feel in your core but you can't lie to yourself and pretend you're not turned on right now when your underwear has been wet since the start of rehearsal.

Though it may be pubescent, you can't help it. You've had a long day, a long week, and now right before your weekend starts you're trapped in a dance studio with a couple dozen sweaty, sexy dancers. It also doesn't help that you're all dying of heat and stripping off clothes left and right. Minghao's shirt has been off since the end of the first number and Jeonghan's wearing those tiny shorts again, so tight you can see the outline of his balls. It's not just the boys who are driving you mad though, Sana has been walking around with her cleavage hanging out of her shirt and Mina's sports bra does nothing to hide the pebbling of her nipples underneath.

It’s not just you feeling the energy of the room though. You can see the strain of Jun’s dick against his gray sweats and you keep catching Vernon staring directly at Seungkwan’s ass. None of you can help it though, it’s hard not to get aroused by the sound of the pants and grunts surrounding you.

“Okay guys, that’s a ten!” The stage manager calls and you all let out a collective sigh of relief. Your body sags automatically, all of your perfect form leaving your muscles.

You trudge over to your water bottle, gulping down as much of the cool liquid as you can. You don’t want to sit, fearing that if you do you’ll never get up, but your knees physically cannot hold you up any longer and you allow yourself to sink to the ground. You kick off your shoes and dig around in your bag before pulling out a couple bandaids to patch up where your heels are starting to blister.

When you’re sure your break is over you glance across the room to see Soonyoung standing next to Jihoon’s piano, the two seemingly locked in a heated conversation. You’re a bit grateful, knowing that your stage manager isn’t stupid enough to come in between the two of them when they’re like this. Maybe they’ll argue for long enough that rehearsal will end early. If that happened you could go home and take care of your problem.

Even while on break you can’t escape the lust that clouds your brain. Only a few feet away from you, you can see the way Seokmin presses up against Jihyo, whispering in her ear as she giggles at whatever he said, her hand placed on his upper thigh. Just to their right Momo’s hands are all over Nayeon as she helps fix Nayeon’s form for a specific move. God you really hope you’re not leaking through your shorts.

You’re about to get up to start practicing again when Soonyoung walks away from Jihoon and over to the group.

“Great work today everybody. I know we were supposed to be here for two more hours but I’m sure you guys aren’t complaining about getting your weekend faster so let’s release early today. See you all again on Monday.”

Everyone starts to hurriedly pack up, ready to go home or out to a bar to start their weekend off. Your body doesn’t want to move yet so you stay put, now knowing you have all the time in the world to pack up.

Almost everyone is gone when you finally start to pack up. Almost everyone, besides Lee Chan. Just as you’re about to stand up and leave when he walks over to you, his form hovering over you, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him.

“You know the Valerie part right?”

“Huh?” You’re not sure what he wanted, but you definitely weren't expecting that.

“You’re the understudy for the role of Valerie, so you know the Fast Pace choreography, right?”

“Uhm…yeah…why?”

“Could you run it with me?”

No. Is your automatic thought. You’re sweaty and tired and horny and you just want to go home. You’re getting one night to go home early and you’re not going to spend it doing even more rehearsing.

Lee Chan is the youngest person in the cast at the age of twenty-two. He’s new to the theatre scene, but his talent far outshines his novice, as shown by him landing the lead role in his first big professional musical. You admire his ambition to rehearse as hard as he can, but a part of you is worried the kid is gonna pass out from exhaustion.

You remember when you were like him, a prodigy back when you started. You had to learn the hard way to stop overworking yourself. Now being in your thirties, you still put out your best work, but without all of the extra hours.

“Kid, I’ve seen you run that number, it’s flawless. Take the night off.” You hike your bag up on your shoulder to try and signal that whether or not he wants to run it, you do not.

“Please! Just once. I promise I’ll be done after that. I’ll even walk you to your car!” Chan begs. You snort a bit at the ending offer, but it’s not enough to fully convince you.

“I’m not putting my Laduca’s back on.” You think about your forming blisters on your feet and cringe.

“You don’t have to! Please?”

Chan’s a cutie, you do have to admit that. Which is why you find yourself sighing and dropping your bag back onto the floor.

“Just once and then I’m going home.”

“Thank you so much!” Chan quickly runs over to the speakers and hooks his phone up. You move to the center of the dance studio, watching through the mirror as Chan hurries back over to you.

The rhythmic beat of the song starts to play and you slip into your stage persona. Your body moves on its own, the choreography ingrained in your muscles as you and Chan move swiftly around each other. You can feel the slight pain in your feet but your mind gets distracted by Chan running his hand down your back. 

You feel his body right next to yours and you try to suppress a moan. Somehow in between all of Chan’s begging you seemed to forget how sexually charged Fast Pace is. Chan presses his body up against yours and you do your best to continue on with the dance while ignoring the throbbing in your core. You’ve only run this dance with the understudy for Chan’s character and while the sexual tension is still apparent with him, you feel like you’re suffocating from it right now. Chan’s hands linger on you, his body pressing a bit too tight to yours.

Your breaking point is when you have to sit on Chan’s knee, his arm hooking around your thigh a beat. When Chan goes to unhook his arm from your leg his hand brushes against your inner thigh, not quite touching your crotch but enough to catch you off guard.

“F-fuck Chan,” you mutter.

“Are you okay?” Chan asks, his hand sliding up your back. You’re sure it’s to comfort you, but all it does is make your brain more fuzzy.

“Y-yeah, you’re just- uhm…nothing. I’m fine. Let’s just start over.”

“...Okay.” Chan moves over to the speakers to restart the song before getting back in place.

The song starts again and you push down every horny thought floating through your mind right now in favor of focusing on the dance. You think you’re doing pretty good until Chan’s body presses up against yours once more and you gasp.

“Holy shit Chan. Are you…hard?” You can feel the subtle press of something firm against your hip that could really only be one thing.

Behind you, Chan whimpers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just…you’ve been my celebrity crush since I was like fourteen and it’s a dream that I get to be in the same cast as you. And you’re just so hot when you dance so I asked you to run this dance with me and touching you is driving me crazy but I didn’t mean to actually get a boner and I’m so sorry-”

You shut Chan up by surging forward, capturing him in a deep kiss. Automatically his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him as he whines into your mouth.

“Wanted you so bad,” Chan mumbles in between kisses. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You know professionally you really shouldn’t be hooking up with your castmates, but it’s clear nobody else in your cast seems to care, and if you’re being honest, giving Chan a chance to be with his teenage wet dream really gets you going. So you throw all professional advice out of your mind as you let Chan back you up against the mirrors.

You justify it by telling yourself you need this. Which, you do.

Chan’s hands are impatient as they tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head and tossing it across the room. Chan’s mouth moves to the crook of your neck and you’re about to push him away, knowing that it’s gross and sweaty, but you hear Chan moan and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on even more. Chan’s fingers move up your torso to grasp your breasts, kneading them in his hands. 

You push him away for a moment, allowing you to grab your sports bra and pull it off your body, your tits fall free from the confines.

You can hear the shuddered breath Chan takes as he descends on you once more.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Chan whines. His mouth is sloppy as he kisses at your chest, moving down so he can suck one of your boobs into his mouth. You bury your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly and making him moan against your skin.

“Channie,” you mumble. “Need you.”

“Fuck, yes, yes, okay.” Chan quickly pulls away from you to sink to his knees. Chan’s hands are shaking as he hooks his fingers into your waistband, pulling down your shorts and underwear in one go. Though you were expecting it, you gasp a bit at now being fully exposed to the room. 

You barely have a moment to collect yourself before Chan is throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and diving forward. You moan as you press your back into the mirror, trying to ground yourself as Chan’s lips close around your clit. His mouth is eager as he sucks at the bud, your pussy fluttering around nothing as he does so. 

Chan has a strong grip on your thighs as he feasts on your cunt. His skill is sloppy but it drives you even more crazy knowing how desperate he is for this. You can hear Chan moaning and feel the vibrations of his mouth rumble against your clit.

“Mm, yer’so wet,” Chan mumbles, already sounding a bit out of it. His mouth delves even further, his tongue swiping over your slit and collecting your arousal. His tongue laps at you, exploring your folds and making a mess of his face.

You push your hips further into Chan’s face, needing him against you as much as possible. Needing him inside of you. Luckily he seems to get the message and moves his hand from your hip to the inside of your thigh, trailing up before you feel his fingers brush against your entrance. His fingers drag against your folds for a moment before he pushes them inside you, making you groan out.

He doesn’t waste time picking up the speed of his fingers as he rapidly fingers you, his digits brushing against your walls as he pumps them inside you with no method. You can feel Chan shift under you and soon you hear the plap of his hand as he jerks his cock. His mouth is harsh against your clit as he sucks hard, his own pleasure causing him to work harder on you.

“Good boy, good boy,” you coo as you grasp Chan’s hair tightly, yanking slightly. Your whole body feels sensitive as you buzz with pleasure. You roll your hips against Chan’s fingers, desperate to be filled up even more.

You can hear the high pitched whines emitting from Chan as he gets more and more desperate to cum. It fills your head with a cloudiness that has you pushing the boy away from you so you can pull him to stand against. His eyes are hooded and his face is shiny with your slick but you don’t care, crashing your mouth into his.

Chan automatically grabs you, pushing against your body as hard as he can, sandwiching you between him and the mirror. You two are locked in a lip wrestle as Chan’s hips softly hump against your hip. You break away from Chan for a moment, both of you panting desperately, so you can pull his shirt over his head. Chan takes the moment to fully shed his shorts as well, leaving both of you completely bare.

Chan quickly descends on you once more, pushing your bodies flush. His skin is warm and soft against yours and you hate to admit how long it’s been since you’ve felt something so erotic. Your pussy clenches down, desperate to have Chan’s cock inside of you. The boy is just as desperate as his cock slips between your thighs, doing his best to get any friction against him.

“So needy,” you murmur as you trail your fingers down Chan’s chest.

Chan hums in agreement. “Wan’you so bad.”

“You’re so cute Channie,” you tell him, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “You ever been with an older woman, baby?”

“No. Barely been with anyone at all. No time.” Chan’s fingers tighten on you as he ruts against you harder. His eyes are glossed over with lust in a way that can only be considered pathetic. You’re obsessed with it though. The idea that you now have this young, inexperienced boy at your will, eager to fuck you.

“You’re sure you can handle me, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Yes. Please. I promise I can handle it. Have all the stamina. I need you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long, please let me have you.” His cock is leaking all over your thighs as he spreads his precum with each one of his thrusts.

You chuckle slightly. “Okay then baby. Fuck me nice and good.”

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you so much.”

Chan hastily lines his tip up to your folds, rubbing it there just for a second, before fully sliding inside of you. He lets out a long shuddered breath as you adjust to his size, your cunt hugging him tight.

“H-holy shit. Fuck you’re perfect,” Chan whines as he starts to thrust into you. You hook one of your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. Chan buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses there as he thrusts into you desperate, void of any rhythm.

You tilt your head back and release a soft moan and it mixes with the wet sound of Chan’s cock sliding in and out of you. Despite claiming to be inexperienced, you can’t remember the last time someone has fucked you this good. Though his pace is inconsistent, his hips have power behind them as they roll into you, making his dancer background loud and clear. 

His cock is heavy as it drags in and out of, his girth spreading your walls out as you clamp down on him like a vise. Your mind hums pleasantly now that Chan has started to satiate that hunger that was gnawing at your insides. Chan’s restless as his hands drag over your body, touching you everywhere he can while his lips explore where his hands aren’t.

You can hear him mutter soft praises as he does so, more babbling to himself than to you. He once more takes your breasts in his mouth, lapping at your nipple before sucking the fat into his mouth. His mouth is loud as he works at your chest, getting your tits wet with his spit. You can feel your cunt clench as pleasure blooms in your chest, your body arching up to meet his touch.

“You look so pretty,” Chan tells you, a bit louder than all of his other mumbles. “So, so pretty. Want you to see.”

With that Chan releases his grip on you, sliding out of you and causing you to whine a bit, not ready to feel so empty so quickly. Chan is empathetic though and quickly enters you once more, but not before spinning around so he’s not behind you. You gasp loud as Chan starts to pound into you, even harder this time.

With hooded eyes you stare at the mirror in front of you, watching as Chan ravishes you. You know that objectively you and Chan are both very attractive people, but seeing the physical image of you together is even more than you imagined. You take a moment to admire the muscles of Chan’s arms and the way they’re tightly wrapped around you. Your tits bounce with each thrust and Chan reaches up to paw at them, his thumb brushing against your sensitive nipple.

Behind you, Chan is also focused on the mirror, staring at your forms over your shoulder. His face is screwed up in pure euphoria as he ruts into you with soft whimpers, completely entranced by the feel of your pussy around him.

Chan’s breath is hot against your neck as he starts to talk, his words slightly slurred together. “D’you know how long I’ve wanted t’do this? U-used to watch videos of you dancing and study your form and your body. Your sexy fucking thighs. I’d get s’hard.”

You’re aware that you’re well known in the dancing community, and you’re aware that you have fans, but hearing Chan talk about you like this is on a whole new level.

“‘Member that show you starred in, and the company would p-post rehearsal footage, but they dance were so fucking erotic. I’d, ah, f-fuck my fist thinking about you while watching them. Younger me would pass out if he knew that I’d get to fuck your perfect pussy.” Chan’s completely gone as he talks to you. You’ve never seen someone so drunk on pussy alone, but you find it flattering more than anything else. It doesn’t hurt that Chan’s words are making your cunt leak even more than it already is.

Chan takes a moment to suck a mark into your neck, his fingers trembling against your hips from how tight he’s holding you. His hips don’t stop though, steadily thrusting into you, the slap of his skin against yours making the most delicious beat you’ve ever heard.

As soon as Chan pops his mouth off of you, he’s back to sharing his story. “I think yer’even sexier now. C-can’t stop watching you in rehearsal. Nearly cried when I found out you were on this show. B-but m’glad you’re not the love interest…w-wouldn’t be able to focus with how, fuck, hard I’d be.”

“Chan,” you moan out, his words filling your mind with nothing but a cloud of lust.

His words continue, in the same breathy whiny tone, fucked out and pathetic. “Fuck, touching you like this, shit m’the luckiest man alive.”

Chan’s eyes are nearly invisible from how hooded his eyes are, his face completely blissed out. The mix of Chan’s expression and his words is enough to have you on the edge and you push your ass back against Chan hard.

“Chan, need you to make me cum. Can you be a good boy and do that?”

“S-shit, yes. Fuck, okay.” Chan grasps your waist hard and angles his cock inside of you differently, bumping into your walls until you let out a cry and he knows he’s found your sweet spot. You lean forward, bracing yourself on the mirror as Chan starts to slam into your g-spot, rough and unrelenting. He slips his fingers between your legs, rubbing at your clit to speed the process along.

Albeit, it is still quite a novice level, your vision whites out as your orgasm crashes over you. You drop all your weight against the mirror as your body arches and you let out a scream. Your pussy flutters against Chan’s cock as you pant hard, fogging up the mirror. Your body is hot and sweating even more than after rehearsal but you feel nothing but satisfaction as the tenseness in your body subsides and you come down from your high.

Behind you, Chan slips out of you quickly, just barely being able to pull out before he spills all over your back. He milks his cock for longer than you expect, but then again he is still quite young. Chan’s groans taper off and he finally gets a moment to catch his breath.

You feel completely refreshed from how you felt at the end of rehearsal, your body untensed and your horniness satiated. 

“Fuck, I really needed that,” you say as Chan grabs a tissue from the corner of the room and wipes your back off. “Thanks, kid.” 

“Thank me? Thank YOU!” Chan says as you start to dress yourself. “That was literally a dream. I feel like my life is fulfilled.”

You chuckle at the boy’s words. “You say that like you’re not starring in a musical right now.” 

“I mean yeah, but this was totally different. I wasn’t lying, I think you’re amazing. I’m lucky to even be in a show with you. I really have looked up to you since I was younger.” Chan stares at you sincerely as he talks and you try to not show how flustered it’s making you.

“Well I’m glad that I helped make your dream come true…maybe I can also help some fantasies come true as well.” You send Chan a wink as you saunter across the room to your bag.

You can hear Chan sputter a bit as you bend over (a bit exaggeratedly) to pick up your things. “Wait- does that mean what I think?”

You turn around and smile softly at the boy. “See you Monday, Chan.”

With that you turn your back to him and exit the dance studio, leaving the boy red in the face and stammering. Oh you’re going to have some fun with him.

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Chapter 6

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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You felt your body heavy that you couldn't move when you wanted to. Your hands above your head, tied to the head board of the bed. Your eyes wanted to open, so you pried them, feeling a bit of a burn.

"Mmh...oww." you groaned, opening your eyes and saw what was in front of you. A tall man wearing a tight, black, t-shirt that shows his tone abs and muscles. Tan trousers that doesn't hide his bulge well enough, and a black cloth covering his face. But those blue eyes. Those blue eyes that you are familiar with. "K- König?"

He tilted his head, walking to the side of the bed, getting closer to you. He took off his mask, revealing his face to you. He sat down on the bed, making the bed sink down a bit. He hold your chin using his thump, "you're so beautiful." He got closer to you, his mouth near yours. "My beautiful bunny."

"Where am I?" You felt his lips over your cheek, on your forehead, over your nose, on your neck. How badly he wanted you. How hard he's pressing the palm of his hand to his cock, feeling it hardened. "König."

"You're home, liebling." He said kissing your neck while rubbing his hardened, clothed, cock with the palm of his hand. You can feel your wet spot of your neck, where his lips are, vibrate with his moans.

He got up and hopped on the bed with you. He grabbed your thighs and spread them apart. He positioned himself in between your legs, his throbing dick touching your clothed area. You didn't fight him. You didn't argue. You didn't scream. He lifted your chin up for you to make direct eye contact with him. "I'm afraid I have to stop, bunny." He got close to your face, "not now. I have to prepare you."

He got up and left to go to the bathroom. You quickly closed your legs to hide the fact on how wet he got you. You felt so weak on his touch.

König dropped his trousers and started to jerk off. He pumped his cock with his hand, gripping it tight. He wants to touch you, to be inside you. It didn't help that you were tied up the way you were, it turned him on even more.

He gripped onto the sink, closing his eyes shut. "A-..aaah..liebling....augh...liebling....mmgh...ngh....Scheiße!" He felt his balls getting heavy, bouncing on how hard he's fucking himself. How badly he wanted you to suck them dry. To take his full dick in your mouth. To watch your eyes rolling the back of your head as he cums deeply inside of you. He pumped his hand back and forth rapidly fast. Squeezing his hard, veiny, girthy cock,"(Y-y/n)...Ja!...aAaH!....." he felt the cum squirting out of the tip of his penis. He watched as cum covered all over the mirror of the medicine cabinet, the sink, the floors, his hand, dam even parts of the wall. How badly he wanted this. How badly he wanted to fuck you. To mark you.

Your his to touch and breed. To love and cherish. To sacrifice the world for you. He knows how much you take over his mind. He would kill a thousand men for you.

After he cleaned himself and the bathroom, he made his way over you. He adored how you aren't screaming at him, how he feared your reaction, thinking that you might put up a fight with him. "König?"

"Yes, darling." He took his shirt and pants and put on a pair of light sweat shorts.

"Are you going to kill me?" You looked at him. It was a stupid question and you know that. But the feeling on your chest, the nervousness, the fear. Is he getting revenge for him being locked up? Was he playing you this entire time, is he playing you until you gain his trust, just for him to drive a knife on your back.

He snapped his head towards, slaming the drawer shut. "Never. Ever! Say that again. I'll never hurt you." He cupped your face with his hand, "I love you, liebling." He pulled out his bowie knife, which made you flinch a bit, but all he did is to cut the rope off your hands and headboard. "Let's get some rest, love."

He positioned you to your side, facing away from him. You pulled your knees to your chest as König positioned himself the same way. He covered the both of you with the blanket, you felt his arm wrapped around your abdomen, pulling you closer to him.

Your body shivered all night. You couldn't tell if it was maybe the cold or because you are laying in bed with König. His warmth body, made you feel out of place. You never experienced this before. His strong grip. His affection. His attention towards you. You never had this before. He wants you. He loves you. He said that he loves you.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). Your mom's liver isn't responding to any treatment and she doesn't have alot of time." The doctor told the girl, sitting on the doctors office.

"I thought UNOS was going to give my mom a new liver, isn't she on the transplant list?" The girl question as the doctor gave her a nod.

"Unfortunately, UNOS rejected your mother. Your mother has a drinking a problem. For UNOS, they don't accept patients who...harm themselves and possible have them damage the new organ when it can go to someone who-"

"Isn't an alcoholic. And I'm not a match, right?" The girl finishes the Doctor's sentence.

"I'm sorry, but you're right."

"What should I do?" The girl asked.

"Be by her side. Call anyone you need to call. I'm so sorry, (Y/n)."

What if there is no one?

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?" The sick mother said with her raspy voice.

"I wanted to visit you, mom." The girl gave her mother a smile.

"I don't need you here (Y/n)." The sick mother looked up at the ceiling of the hospital.

The girl's smile disappeared.

"Call your father. Tell him where I'm at." The mother closed her eyes, enduring the pain of swallowing the saliva.

"Mom, he doesn't want t-"

"Call him!" The mother followed up with tough, dry coughs.

The girl dialed her father's number. She hardly spoke to the father. He never really showed up to any of her events or any day at all. He mostly mails her letters and card, sometimes. When she does call, he hardly picks up. When she leaves a voice-mail, he will respond with a short text message.

"Dad? It's me..(Y/n). Um...I'm sorry for bothering you, I'm not sure if you might get this message. Uh...my mom is sick and she wants to see you. So...please get back to me when you get this. Ooh and uh we're in Saint Teresa's hospital if you might be wondering...um bye."

The girl waited for hours for the response. Her mother was question when the father will get here. "Where is he, (Y/n)?"

"I'm not sure, mom. I called him. He might be here. But I'm here and i-"

"(Y/n) I don't need you. I never did. And I don't want to see you as the last face I see when I die, so get your father here. Do something good for once. Do this for me."

The girl called her father multiple times. But as time went on and days passed, not a single response. The mother would look at the girl with disgust and hatred.

The mother grew weaker each day. She eventually felt her fall through. "(Y/n). I want you to know, because I don't want you to bother shedding a tear. I know I've never been a good mother to you, but the truth is. I never loved you. You tore me apart since the day I find out about you. Because of you, your father found me unattractive and slept with multiple women." She laughed with her weak voice as you stood there, on her side. " you caused me to feel this way, and now I'm paying for it. All thanks to you. You deserve a good mom, but you're not daughter, you never were. Get out of here. I don't want to see your face."

The doctors talked to the girl about the different programs for grief. The girl worked two jobs, while going to school so she can afford a funeral for her mother. She was the only one to attend. The only one to say goodbye to her. As they placed her six feet under, the girl finally received a message from her father saying 'I'm sorry'

She never went in contact with him ever again. She never received any mail from him. It was just her.

You woke up and didn't feel Köngs arm around you. You sat up on the bed looking around the room. A desk on your right, a chair on the right corner of the room. A dresser next to a closet on your left. Near the corner, entrance was closed shut. You wanted to get up, but heard the door knob jiggle making you froze on the spot.

König came into the room and saw they you woke up. "Schatz, you are awake. I made breakfast. C'mon let's go." He grabbed your hand and guided you to the kitchen. The home is beautiful. Very antique and vintage. He walked you to the kitchen table and opened up a sit to you. You saw the delicious breakfast he made you. He did this for you, you thought. Do you even deserve it?

He sat down in front of you and immediately digged in the plate of food. "I miss real food. Not that crap they give me in that prison hell." He said, chomping down the food.

"Konig? You stabbed the piece of sausage with your fork.

He looked at you, taking a sip of his water, "yes, schatz."

"How did you end up at the hospital? I know that you're ex- military, but how?" You questioned him with a squint of your eye, afraid you might've said something triggering to him

"No, love. Not ex-military. I'm still in. They didn't like my behavior with the enemies so they had me tested and the stupid doctor sended me there." He took another bite of his scramble egg.

"Dr. Smith?"

"No, another one. My original doctor left and that blonde bitch came in like she knows everything." His thick accent with a chuckle made your heart pound. You wouldn't have thought you would find it attractive. "But it's okay, she's gone now so there is nothing to worry about."

"So you're still in the military?" How if he murdered innocent people? You thought.

"Mm..sort of. I was only suppose to be there for two years and leave, but then you came along and changed everything." He followed your glance at him with his eyes, "and if your worried about the people I killed. I have good men that cover it from the public eye. Eat your breakfast, it's going to get cold."

There was a knock on the door. You still have no idea where you are. Who's house this is? Where are you?

König stood up, placing the napkin on the table, "stay here." He walked up to the door and opened. You tried to peak who it was, but couldn't due to the massive structure of König's back. "Okay, put him in the garage. Make sure to tie him up good." He shut the door and made your way towards you," he whispered to the man infront of him.

Still sitting on the chair, you looked up to him. "Who was that?"

König lowered his head with his thump on your lip, "no one, liebling. Eat your breakfast."

He turned his back on you, ready to head out. "Where am I? What is this place, König?"

"Just eat your breakfast, liebling." He left you in the kitchen.

He made his way to the garage. Horangi was standing there, stomping the stomach of Mr.Miller, who has duck tape on his mouth and hands and feet tied together on his back. Mr. Miller saw König coming out of the shadows. His tight black shirt and tan trousers, making it hard to picture him without the white wear of the hospital. As soon as he saw König's face, Miller let out a scream through the ducktape on his mouth.

"Thank you Horangi, but I can take it from here." Horangi gave him a nod and left the two men alone in the garage.

He crutch down to him with his legs spread apart, knees bent, forearms resting on his thighs, " Such an imbecile."

He was about to take off the ducktape when he heard your voice, "König?" He looked back and saw you standing there with a fright look, "What's going on? What are you doing?"

He stood up and marched over to you, "Go back inside okay."

You looked past König and saw Miller tied up. "Why is he here?"

"Schatz, go back inside." König pointed to the exit door.

You looked at him, "are you going to kill him?"

König pinched the bridge of his nose, "(y/n)! Do what I tell you! Go back inside!" You flinched at his harsh tone at you. He noticed and felt bad, "I'm sorry, schatz, but you have to listen to me, okay. I'll deal with him, go inside and eat your breakfast, it's probably already cold."

You shook your head, "are you going to kill him?" You fiddled with your fingers. You couldn't keep your mouth shut and do as he says, you thought. However, you needed to know.

"Scheiße! Tu, was ich dir sage, und ich werde dir nicht weh tun. Wie schwer ist das!? (do what I tell you and I won't hurt you, how hard is that!?)" he yelled at you. He never to yell at you. Quite frankly, he knows he's overreacting. "Yes, I'm going to kill him. He touched you. He touched something that is mine. Du bist mein!"

"I'm sorry König." You looked down on the floor. He rushes to you and cupped your face.

He lifted your face up for you to face him, "it's okay, liebling. You just have listen to me, okay."

"You'll never hurt me right? You said you'll never hurt me." You said, placing your hand on his.

He shook his head, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Go back inside, okay. I'll be in there in a minute."

You did as you said. You went back inside. You heard the door behind you lock. König didn't want you walking in on him breaking every one of Miller's bone.

König took his bowie knife out and cut the rope that tied his legs and arms together. He ripped off the ducktape that taped his mouth shut. König lifted Miller's left food up in the air. He placed his foot in the middle of his calf. "NO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'LL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! PLEASE!" his cries didn't stop König from stomping on the calf, hearing the bone crack. "AAAH! GOOD! FUCK!" König lifted his other leg while the men cried in pain, "I'm so sorry! Please! Please! Please! I'm sorry!"

Snap

The men let out a shriek of pain, feeling his legs completely shattered. Nothing stopped König to reach his arms and pulled them apart, breaking them from the shoulder point. The men on the floor, feeling the blood coming out of his body.

König then reached to his neck and gave it a final squeeze. Seeing the life of the men quickly going away.

You waited for König in the bedroom, you covered yourself with the blanket, staring at the door. At last, you heard his loud footsteps coming closer. He opened the door and closed it shut. "Schatz, you have to listen to me. You have to do what I tell you." He took off his black shirt, showing his perfect abs and chest. The scars on his body, making look raggedy. He took off his pants, leaving his boxers on. His tone thighs and legs that made his way towards you. "Don't make me punish you."

He yanked off your blanket which made you cover your body with your arms. He grabbed your legs, which were bent up to your chest for more protection, and pulled them down, pulling you closer to him. "Why don't I show you? My beautiful, beautiful, hase."

"Meins." He gripped onto the neck line of your white tank top. "Alles meins." He ripped your top apart, revealing your lacy bra.

"My beautiful hase. Mein wunderschöner Hase."

He would never hurt you.

Right?

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1.01 - Notes on a Scene

summary: a meet-fuck cute courtesy of The Hideout.

pairing: teacher!eddie x fem!reader

w.c.: 3.6k

warnings: modern! AU / 18 + no minors! / eddie is in his early 30s, in the tkaa timeline, this is set about two years after the epilogue, hook ups, fwb, Eddie being a menace, my usual filth™️

a/n: an Eddie-centric companion series to the kids aren’t alright. it’s not necessary to read the previous series, but there are certain plot points and characters that will be making an appearance here as well.

nota bene: feedback is always appreciated— reblogs, comments, likes, etc.— but reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

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“Hey.” A man says as he scoots into the stool next to you. “Can I buy you a drink?”

You look up and around. The space is dimly lit, brick walls, wooden shelves, a very subtle we don’t give a fuck vibe. There are plenty of women around who are dressed to impress, but he is strangely alert and focused on you. You are sitting perfectly still in denim cutoffs and a t-shirt that has seen better days—grubby house clothes. Even your hair, piled on top of your head screams: go away.

“You look lonely.” He’s dressed in an open green flannel with a crinkled tee underneath, ripped jeans, and dark sunglasses perched on top of his head.

Blinking owlishly, you stare at him some more. This guy has got to be messing with you. You stick the tip of your thumb to your chest. “Me?”

“Yeah. What’ll you have?”

Um. Alone time, maybe? You’re still searching over his shoulder as he says this, stubbornly ignorant of your aloof vibe. You look again toward the door, plotting your escape. Is this guy the type of person to chase you down and stuff you in the trunk of his car? You try to smile.

“I’m uh—I’m ab–”

“Babe!”

A third voice cuts in and then suddenly an arm wraps around your shoulder, “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.”

Your head turns to regard the rest of its owner and your heart leaps into your mouth. Sumptuous brown eyes encased in dark lashes. Corners lifted by a wide smile. They are looking lovingly down at you, and they are magnificent.

“Uh.” Nice job.

“Uh- you—you were waiting on someone?” The stutter is incredibly pathetic when your first suitor clocks the man with his arm around you. He’s deceptively built, much to your surprise. He’s sturdy too, from what you can tell with his side pressed up against yours.

“Yep. Boyfriend. Good to meet you.” His eyes crinkle at the edges, but there’s no kindness in that look. “Care to fuck off now?”

And fuck off he does. When the man slinks back to his group of buddies who are all snickering at him, you turn to your timely savior, “Thanks…”

“It looked like you might need some help.” He takes his arm back and sinks into the stool next to you. “Just playing the part—I’ll fuck off too in a second.”

You’re still too shocked to mouth off yet as you continue to take in the sight of him at your side. He leans over on his palm, takes a quick look behind your head, and then gives you a wink. “Your man’s turned around. I think you’re safe.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” You mumble, facing him, “That flannel was straight from the nineties.” And then you pause, feeling your mouth-motor whir to life. He’s wearing a black leather jacket. Black shirt. Ripped jeans. Long hair tied back half-way, a slight scruff gracing his jaw. Probably sharp as a knife under that. “You look pretty straight from the nineties too, grunge-boy.”

Beer sprays from where his lips touch the rim of the bottle. He hisses, wiping the dribble from his neck. It takes him another minute of fumbling before all the moisture is off, and you can see the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks from where he’s embarrassed himself.

“Where are you coming from?” You ask mischievously, “A Spinal Tap convention?”

“No. I’m a townie, thanks very much.” He crosses his arms. “Just having a drink at my local.”

“Good to know.” 

“My roommates…” He pauses to take a drink, “Well, I have a lot of them and they’re all coupled up.” He says plainly, “A man can only take so much.”

“So….” You sing, “You went out to… save helpless chicks from creeps?”

“Mmm,” he makes a show of sizing you up, eyes working slowly down your body. “I think you’re pretty capable of handling yourself, maybe a bit of a priss,” he decides, taking a long pull from his beer as the heat rises in your cheeks.

You want to laugh, but the shit-eating grin on his face doesn’t deserve to be encouraged right now. You can tell already he’s a real wild one, so you push the edges of your mouth down and pretend to find a lot of interest in grabbing your purse instead. “Well, mister, thanks for the saving. See you around.” You’re not above picking up a guy in a bar but why not tease him a little more while you’re at it?

He tucks a stray piece of hair behind his ear and grabs your jacket off the back of the stool. “It’s Eddie.” He says, “My name.”

“Hmm, Edward, nice to meet you.”

“Not a chance,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“I know what you are,” you continue voice flat, eyes glinting with mischief. 

C’mon, someone named Edward who looks like that, there’s no way he’ll take the bait.

His eyes fix on you, playful. “Say it,” he leans closer to you, drowning out the sounds of Joan Jett asking who wants to touch her where. “Out loud. Say it.”

Giving it your best Kristen Stewart, you go for it: “Vampire.”

“Fuck you very much.” He laughs, voice soft against the din of the bar,

You smile and slip the sleeves of your jacket over your arms. “Well, Eddie, thanks for the saving. Bein’ a helpless chick and all, I sure hate it when a fella doesn’t know his place.”

Eddie’s pink tongue darts out to lick his equally pink lips and he hops off the stool, placing a five under his half-full beer. “Can I walk you to your car?” He asks. “You know—dark night, creeps in alleyways and parking lots… Unless it’s not my place… princess.”

Well, that’s just not playing fair.

You laugh, because it’s barely sunset. But the way he’s looking at you makes your blood rise and leak hot magma right into your tummy. What’s the harm, you think, because you’re new in town and you’ll likely never see him again. It’s Friday night.

“No, I suppose it’s not your place.” You pause, watching the disappointed expression on his face. “Eddie–” You pretend to wipe a smudge off the corner of his leather collar, leaning in until it really does look like he’s your boyfriend.

“You’re welcome to come to mine. But no more of this priss business.” You push your lips into an exaggerated pout.

He laughs a joyful noise, tugs his jacket on close to his chest, and follows you out the door.

Your purse is already in your hands, keys swinging around your finger. “If you’ll just—”

“God. Yes. I’ll follow you.”

Eddie tugs you from the driver’s seat of your car, hand entwined with yours as he follows you up the walkway and over the step. Once the front door shuts behind him and you’ve made sure it’s locked, you’re pressed up against the wall, purse, shoes, keys, clattering onto the hardwood.

“Oh, baby,” he mumbles as he presses his face into your collar, scooping you up into his arms. “Oh, Jesus, princess. You’re makin’ me crazy.”

Fuck. How can one person have so much stamina? This guy must be related to the Energizer Bunny. It’s been nearly two hours and he’s propped up against the headboard of your bed, legs spread, pointer finger beckoning you to crawl between them. This is your third (third!) time going at it.

You paw at your face because you are so sweaty. Eddie’s hair is down, strands framing his cheeks, just as wild as he is. Two hours of some of the filthiest talk you’ve ever head, ass-slapping, spit-swapping, hair-pulling, straight-up debauchery.

“This your usual M.O., Eddie, or are you doin’ me a favor?” You ask as your knees nudge him wider apart. Blowing a damp strand from your forehead, you lie down on your stomach and press your mouth to his thigh. “Death by exhaustion.”

“Sexhaustion,” He laughs, then grunts as your lips finds the blunt head of his cock. “You’re still goin’ too.” He comments. “Jesus, girl. Can I call you sometime?”

You hum a vibrating warble and he shudders in delight, “The helpless chicks of Hawkins won’t mind?”

“Pfft.” Then, as easily as he dismisses the idea, Eddie rests his arm on your shoulder before pulling you flush against him. “C’mere.”

There’s something about him that turns you inside out. Easy-going demeanor. Charm and wit. Just fucking gorgeous. It’s a silly little notion from a romanticized one-nighter, but you’re very interested in prolonging the fantasy. You’ll get the best of this, you think, a no-strings attached kind of attachment with someone who makes your body sing. You don’t even want to know his last name—and you don’t tell him yours no matter how many times he asks. You want to know nothing about him other than what you can touch and taste and feel.

And there’s quite a lot of him for all of that. Your hands roam his shoulders and arms, your tongue laps at the sweat on his neck, your tummy tightens when his cock flexes against your hip.

Even if there might be an attachment, the physical distance of him— you have no idea where he lives, would nip that foolishness right in the bud.

Against the backdrop soundtrack of the neighborhood traffic and chatter, you wiggle your way on top and seal your arrangement with a glide of your hips onto his.

Monday morning finds you unpacking in your new classroom at Hawkins High School (home of the Tigers!) and blaring music from your speakers. The tech guy said he’d be around to check the audio levels and load some editing software onto the Macs at some point today, and you’d been killing time ever since.

After meeting with your department head, along with a few other teachers, and getting the lay of the land, you decided to hang a few prints on your walls— you were standing on a table hammering a nail into the wall when you hear voices from the hallway.

“Ooh, this is a vibe!”

Turning to the door, you see two heads precariously poking in and recognize one from the department meeting. Sliding the hammer through a belt loop on your shorts, you step down from the table.

“It’s Robin, right— graphic design?”

The blonde perks up with a smile, “Yeah! How’s it going, need any help?” She steps into your classroom with another woman. “Oh this is Trouble,” she says by way of introduction, “She teaches sophomore English.”

She waves to you with a smile. “I’m digging the aesthetic,” she says, taking in the few things you’ve managed to unpack. “Sick tats, by the way.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.��� You grab the frame next to you and step back on the table, “I figured I wouldn’t need to cover them up until school starts so.”

“Pfft, don’t even bother.” Trouble scoffs with a wave of her hand, “We have enough teachers with ‘em so it’s a non-issue.” She steps closer to get a better look at the Drive print near your door.

Robin grabs another frame from the pile, “Where do you want this one?”

Settling the Paprika print against the wall you step back down to see which one she grabbed. “Oh,” you say, eyeing the Midsommar piece in her hands, “That’ll be by my desk, you can set it over there.”

You meet her over there with two nails prized between your teeth. Grabbing a chair you step onto it and briefly check the fastening of the frame before lining up where the nails will be hung. While Robin helps you the other woman, Trouble, continues her perusal.

“Okay,” she says with a clap of her hands, “You have great taste based on your playlist, film choices, and is that—” She tugs at your free arm, “A horror sleeve? Oh my god, you have to meet the gang. They will love you.”

Her enthusiasm is heartening— she turns your arm this way and that, surveying the different films represented in black lines and shading. Robin’s eyes find yours with a mouthed ‘sorry about this’ and you shrug.

“Robs has your number?”

“Uh, yeah.” Your arm becomes your own once more as her fingers stop their tracing of your tattoos.

“Great! We’ll text you the details,” she continues to say, “We’re checking out a new bar in town tonight.” A waggle of her brows, “Rumor has it there’s a mechanical bull.”

A smile breaks across your face, “Well, yee-fuckin’-haw I guess.” 

They leave with promises to see you tonight just as the tech guy, Bob, makes his appearance. He greets you politely, asking to check your PC and Mac before moving onto the students Macs. The two of you install and update the computers in your classroom before heading to the sound booth to check the audio ports and software. The rest of your day is spent discussing the finer points of your preferred editing programs and Bob peppering you with questions about the best cameras and equipment for sports broadcasting.

Eddie arrives at six-forty at the bar Trouble had selected for this evening, fittingly called ‘Outlawed.’ He sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets, quickly crossing the parking lot to enter the bar, his mind elsewhere.

It was too good to be true, really. Meeting some girl and fooling around with her and, of course, he can’t help thinking about her. He doesn’t even know her name, he just calls her princess. Sometimes sweetheart, sometimes baby, babygirl, because their little meet-cute at the bar spawned a million different alternatives to choose from.

He’s only seen her once for fuck’s sake, but the way she giggles when he takes off her clothes and how her breath stutters against his mouth is something he thinks about frequently when he’s in bed with his hand down his boxers.

And now, Trouble wants to set him up with some new teacher at school. She’d told him all about it at lunch. “Seriously Eds,” she said, splitting a burger with Steve as a tomato slid from the bun and landed with a splat on her plate. “She’s just your type, cool as hell and takes no shit,” she hands the burger off to Steve, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Had like, fuckin’ nails in her teeth and was just hammering away on there walls while listening to an amazing mix— Portishead, Death Grips,” her eyes turn to him, bright and excited. “Between the Buried and Me, so she’s automatically better than those chicks you’ve been dealing with on the apps.”

Outside, under the final rays of sunshine people are streaming down the sidewalk, couples with arms hooked around each other, pretty girls in heels and guys looking after them. Monday night in the Hawkins, surprisingly buzzing with life and music.

He spots Steve as he walks in and they walk next to each other, dodging people left and right as Steve leads them into the dark space of a bar, cramped more than sardines in a can. Eddie shuffles sideways to squeeze past a couple already a little too frisky for a public setting. It’s hot and sticky inside, and the smell of fried foods and beer permeates through his clothes.

He doesn’t really get the look of it, either. An entirely metal and southern kind of aesthetic, the kind that reminds him of old bleach-blonde, wrinkly and tanned housewives with rhinestones on the back pockets of their jeans, toting puckered alligator purses. There are string lights over the walls, bumper stickers, and license plates, and all manners of slogans about Texas and being a country girl.

Modelo neon lights. Budlight paraphernalia. The bartender is wearing cowboy boots.

Steve orders a six-dollar pitcher of the house draft and Eddie whistles. Okay, he thinks, for six dollars a pitcher—he gets this place.

He waves to Robin and Vickie before pointing over to Trouble’s table but Steve and Eddie take some time to themselves to shoot the shit.

“So, are ya gonna tell me about that girl or what?”

“What else is there to tell, man?” Eddie asks as he licks the froth from his upper lip, hoppy bursts of carbonation stinging his tongue. He’s kept her a secret even from Trouble, but it’s not like there was much he could say other than, “She screwed my brains out and then I left. Nothin’ more to tell.”

Steve nods along.

“I don’t even know her name. Just called her princess or baby all the time. She’s a goddamn wildcat, knew how to ride like it was her job. Great ass, too.” A shudder passes over him as he thinks of the way she would crush him into the bed and grind until lights burst behind his eyelids.

The last few words of their conversation get drowned out by loud cheers and whooping, drawing their attention to a crowd forming behind them. People press up against each other, holding their beer bottles and glasses in the air, cheering and screaming.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie calls to Steve who sits up straight chair to get a peek over the tops of everyone’s heads. “I think it’s a mechanical bull?” He replies, shrugging. “Wanna go look?”

“Might as well.”

Robin catches Steve’s eye and sends him a nearly lethal toothy grin, cocking her head over to the crowd. “Go get her, tiger!” She yells, one hand cupped over the edge of her mouth. Eddie’s grabbed by his arm and dragged along as Steve’s interest peaks.

It’s like a concert mosh pit. Someone splashes their drink next to Eddie’s shoe, and he steps out of the way. When they reach the center of the ring around the perimeter of the stage, Eddie’s heart drops because the face he sees—beaming with joy is attached to a body he knows extremely well. Intimately. Every single inch. Her hips, gyrating in circles as she holds onto the handles of the mechanical bull—he’s seen it. Her hair, flurrying around her face in circles, moving along to the whipping of her body, adjusting with every jerk of the machine—he’s seen that, too.

“I think that’s the one Trouble was goin’ on about.” Steve announces. “Jesus, how is she doin’ that?”

Eddie is wide-eyed, turning back and forth. It’s too much. The laughter from her throat he’s previously shoved himself down. The cheer from the crowd that is deafening in his already ringing ears. Steve’s clapping– like a trained circus seal.

When the bull bucks for the last time, she leans forward and runs both hands through her hair, flicking it over her shoulders. Then, his girl, ever a gymnast, hops off and gives the crowd a bow, picking up her jacket on the way. Eddie watches her grab the same one she had on the first time they met- faded denim, worn shoulders, decorated in pins and patches.

It’s gotta be fate. Or destiny. Or maybe some fucked-up circumstance.

Her face is bright with joy, cheeks glistening with the lightest sheen of sweat, lips shiny with the way her tongue flicks out and licks it. To his right, Steve discreetly adjusts his pants, but Eddie is already rock hard. He slides back until he’s disappeared behind his friend, a smirk suddenly growing.

Trouble claps you on the back when you step out of the cushions of the ring. Robin and the rest of the gang stand by with so many questions, but you only wave them off. The secret is that in your college days you worked at a restaurant with a mechanical bull, and on your breaks you rode the fuck out of it.

Sometimes, growing up in the dirty South had its perks.

At first, upon entering the bar, you were wary and afraid you might throw out your back now that you’re not a spry young thing, but two pitchers in with Trouble and Robin and you were spitting into your hands and swinging over its seat.

Yep. You think victoriously, still got it.

“Hey!” A coif of hair sticks out of the crowd an inch or so above most other people. Steve, Trouble’s boyfriend and history teacher at Hawkins High, is grinning ear-to-ear, and you duck because you were not expecting him to witness that. Trouble smacks you on the ass and pushes you forward. “So, you hid this from us?” She asks, motioning to the bull and then up and down to you.

“Aw, fuck,” you mutter but can’t help the grin that breaks across your face. “C’mon, y’all… I didn’t think it’d come up.” Steve hands you a glass of amber, and you hide behind it with your hand, pretending to cool off by pressing it to your forehead.

“I almost forgot–” He turns, looking over his shoulder. “I wanna introduce you to Eddie, my other roommate, he teaches at Hawkins too!”

Eddie swivels into view, and any previous thoughts fly right out your head. If you had something in your mouth, you’d probably choke on it. He’s there, in all his glory, just like you remember: black leather jacket, dark stubble and eyes moving like smooth bourbon poured into a glass as he looks you up and down.

His teeth are sharp when he smiles.

“Oh, princess,” Eddie sighs, “I can’t believe you thought you’d get away that easy.”

And you think, as you stare wide-eyed at him, with Steve now coming to the same conclusion—mouth forming a silent “Oh”, you think that you are so fucked.

Maybe your life isn’t a romantic comedy at all, maybe it’s a terrible porno opening scene or some psycho sexual thriller because your former one-night stand is shooting you a mischievous grin, flexing his biceps, pulling on his lower lip with his teeth until it stretches white and snaps back plump and red.

Sensing the tension, Steve quickly turns around to the table.

Eddie cocks his head back, motioning you to follow.

[rubiehart]

little blurb based on a dream i had!!

it’s another hot sunny day in the outer banks, all the pogues standing around the yard at the chateau indulging in conversations that you should probably be involved in, but you can’t seem to peel your eyes away from your shirtless boyfriend flipping patties on the barbecue, sunglasses pushing back his brown mop off his freckles forehead, he’s laughing about something with pope but the way his abs flex as he does it makes your squeeze your thighs together a little more, craving any type of friction even if it’s from the seam of your shorts.

“meat’s ready.” john b nods, bringing a plate over to the little makeshift lunch table with mismatched chairs and a rickety table, his statement makes jj laugh. “that’s what he said.” making john b slap him on the shoulder playfully disapprovingly and sinking down into the seat opposite you.

all the pogues are laughing around you but when john b looks up he can tell by the look on your face that you need him. he smirks but decides to not do anything about it, reaching for a bun for you and cutting it down the middle with a butter knife, slapping some toppings on and smiling at you like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. real gentleman, you think to yourself as he hands it to you, taking a bite out of his own and joining back in with the conversation, making you pout that the attention wasn’t on you anymore.

a few minutes later it’s unbearable, honestly. you place your food down and whisper his name timidly. “john b.” no answer, it etches frown lines deeper as you reach out to grab his hand, intertwining your fingers as he looks at you with a knowing smile, fluttering your eyelashes at him and he finally caves. reaching across the table to give you what was meant to be a quick peck.

you’re hungry for him, swirling your tongue against his and turning it into a full on make out session. you hear a few mumbles of protest from the other pogues. “y’ just couldn’t wait?” from jj as he chuckles at pope’s reaction, his eyes closed and head leaned back, clearly unimpressed and kie’s additional “ew, vomit.” as she gets up from the table supposedly to get another beer. making you pull away, lips wet and mind hazy, but at least you got something, you’d get the rest later on tonight.

[oreo-creampie]

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢; “𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭” & “𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! brat!reader, outdoor sex, teacher/student, soft knife play (no cutting or blood), sanemi is rude af but still soft spot for you he will deny having, light praise (he can't help it you're gorgeous babe), light spanking

Laying flat on the spongy moss with only your hands-free. Sanemi sits on your thighs, with a firm grasp on your hair, holding a knife to your neck. The submissive position is more of a turn-on than it should be. Clouding your thoughts with lewd fantasy.

He lightly drags the knife across your neck. "You're dead I win!" You moan, sucking in a shaky breath. You're about to explain yourself when Sanemi drags the knife's tip down your side.

He grinds his cock on your squishy cheeks. "You're wriggling so much, moaning like a bitch in heat underneath me." He pulls away, keeping your thighs pinned and slapping your ass.

You speak with your pussy, "Fuck me at knifepoint, use my cunt as your reward for winning. I can take it any way you want, need your cock." Heating floods your body, biting into your bottom lip. He drags the tip of the knife along the curve of your butt cheek.

Sanemi slips the tip of the blade underneath your tight shorts. "Wouldn't that be a reward for you too?" He slices your shorts off. "Do you think you deserve this? After your piss-poor sparring job." Ripping your shorts off the rest of the way.

You furrow your brows, huffing, "I worked hard training! I'm getting better! Maybe a little encouragement to work harder would be a better way of teaching." You freeze when Sanemi glides the tip slowly between your wet lips.

He scoffs, "No panties for your beautiful wet slutty cunt?" He turns the blade flat, rubbing your clit. "Should have expected that from a perverted brat." Your hot cunt clenches from the cool metal.

One quick move from Sanemi is all it would take. But the utter trust you have in the man pinning you down prevents you from being scared.

You smirk. "Fuck it outta me then." Sanemi pulls the knife away, and seconds later he groans,

"You're lucky you taste so fuckin' good. I have something to do after this. "I want you naked on my bed with your legs open for me to bury my frustrations. We'll see who outlasts who." He moves to the side, rolling you over onto your back.

He stands up, pushing his baggy pants down. Your soaking wet cunt throbbing at the glorious sight of Sanemi standing naked in the light of the setting sun. His veiny, thick hard cock is wet with pre-cum.

"Your cock versus my sass might become my new favorite fight. But who knows you might not know how to use your fat cock." You spread your leg when Sanemi kneels in front of you. He grabs his cock, smacking your plush lips and fat clit.

Sanemi lines himself up, parting your wet lips, and nudging your clenching hole. "Right now, I don't give a fuck if you cum. If you cum, you cum, if you don't, not my problem." He grabs your left thigh, pinning it to your side with his weight.

He uses his strength Sanemi roughly ruts his hips forward into your tight soaking cunt. "I can see the beautiful face you make when cumming later tonight. Because I know you're going to want more." Your body jolts, your cunt clenching, Sanemi trembles above you, groaning,

"This isn't a reward for you. It's mine for having to put up with your annoying ass all damn day." Sanemi's pace is steady, yet harsh.

His cock head hitting your spongy cervix. "Shit you feel too damn good, going to make me cum too fast." Your sink your nails into his forearm, splaying your fingers on his sculpted abs. Which flexes beneath your palm with every quick, rough thrust.

You whine, "Fuck! Fuck!" You're scrambling to comprehend the intense, mind-breaking pleasure. Your toes curl from the delicious burn of your tight unprepared cunt stretching for his, fat cock.

He grabs the knife, slicing through your compressional top. "Scream louder for me, princess let the whole damn forest know you're getting fucked." Lightly pressing the knife's tip to your chin, Sanemi kisses your forehead.

"Say red I'll stop, take you to mine, and clean you up." He leans back, dragging the knife down your neck, over your collarbone. "You're doing so good taking my fat cock in your poor little cunt."

strawberry brat all works

[rayassecretlife]

It was always you

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

PLEASE READ PART 1 AND PART 2 FIRST.

Summary: after the blow up at your party, you run away from the clan in thoughts nobody would know where you had gone—but of course, there was always him.

Warning(s): smuttt (MINORS DNI), slow burn kinda, Neteyam being a cry baby/manipulator, mentions of ab*se, death, self h*rm, slight breeding kink if you squint, praise kink

Not proof read!!!! Tumblr kept logging me out and I got mad so… but no word count, just know it’s long asf.

It was pathetic really. The crying mess you were in front of Eywa, you couldn’t believe this was how your birthday was going to end. That familiar urge to hurt yourself only burning your mind harder then ever.

“Oh Eywa, why have you turned your back on me? Take me, please just take me” Your knees buckle and you practically sink to the floor, head falling into your hands as your sobs began to break through your chest. You had so many emotions, so many regrets and wishes. You wanted it to stop, to be gone from the pain you felt.

“Y/N” The voice approached making you stand to your feet, pulling your knife to separate you and the boy before he could get any closer. “Y/N, what are you-“

“Go away, Neteyam. Please just…just go away!” You cry, moving closer to him with the blade towards his chest, but he wouldn’t move. He knew you wouldn’t hurt him, trying your hardest to yell at him without giving up. “I don’t want to hurt you”

“You won’t hurt me” He steps closer to you, his hand gently grabbing yours, removing the knife from your hand in fear you might hurt yourself. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay” You push him away from you with a sob, voice hitching in your throat as you tired to talk.

“D-Don’t touch me! You need to leave, Neteyam” He shakes his head and you whine, bottom lip stuck between your lip as fear began to fill your body. You couldn’t let him get any closer, his scent was worse now, calling to you desperately and your body wanted to give in so badly. “Please, I can’t do this”

Neteyam felt everything you did, he knew why you were pushing him away but he didn’t care, he was so tired of waiting. “Why are you running from this? Do you not…like me?” Your eyes soften at his worried tone, shaking your head as you wiped your cheeks.

“I’m leaving, Nete” Your words made him stop, forehead creasing at your words. “I’m leaving the forest” His eyes burned with confusion but his heart felt like it had been torn in two, struggling to find the right words.

“What… I—you said—“ The boy looks down, a million thoughts filling his head as he thought back to the party, feeling his eyes water but he couldn’t show you that. He couldn’t cry, so he did the next best thing. “So you were going to kiss me at the party and then just leave? Just like that?”

Your eyes shut with a sigh, hearing the peeking anger in his voice. His eyes were swelling with tears before you, imagining a world without you in it was not something he wanted, his heart breaking at the thought.

“I tried to hold myself back, I really tried, Teyam—but you… I can’t stay away from you, and I can’t ignore the feeling I get when I’m around you” You cry, realizing you were practically admitting to him, watching his angry expression shield his sadness. “You should go”

You turn to leave but he doesn’t let you, gripping your shoulder to turn you back around forcefully. “Why? To make it easy for you? So you can just leave and leave me by myself? How could you ask me to forget you? To forget everything we’ve been though!”

“You don’t think this hurts me, too?! Having to leave you? Having to leave the clan? There’s no place for me here, Neteyam. I go home and get beat every fucking day! I can’t escape him, I need to leave to be safe!”

“I’ve spent years protecting you, Y/N! Constantly trying to convince you to stay with me, following you through the woods to make sure you were okay, having guards go scouting with you if i couldn’t, I did it all! I did it all because I fucking love you!”

“Netey-“

“Making birthday dinners with my mother, picking fights with any guy who even got close to you, spending my nights holding you while you slept through your nightmares, it was me! It was all me!”

Tears stream down your face as you watch him fall apart before you, clearly holding back tears as he yelled at you, a tone you were so unfamiliar with.

“I can’t… I can’t do this without you” Your ears flatten at his cracking voice, letting a tear slip down his cheek and you wiped your own with your palm. “I can’t just forget you, Y/N” He was now looking at you with the most pleading look you’d ever seen, trying to keep his composure as he stared at your clearly broken state. It hurt him, he just wanted to take all your pain away, even if it meant giving it to him.

“Neteyam…” your voice shook as he pulled you into his arms, firmly wrapping around your body in a tight hug. He couldn’t let you go, not without him going with you. You hesitated, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your tears fall against his shoulder. “I have to go, Nete”

“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Please, please don’t leave me” You cry at his voice, his fingertips digging into your skin, afraid you’d let him go. He was crying, still trying to pull you closer to him even though you’d been as close as you could possibly be. “Your what I look forward to when I wake up, what i yearn for at night, I… I need that, I need you”

You never saw him like this—this vulnerable to someone? He was always the great warrior, oldest son of Toruk Makto and one of the most respected men in the clan. Nobody saw him this way, not the way you did. He was falling apart in your arms, begging you over and over to stay in his arms.

“Kalwayaveng! Look at me! Don’t you see how badly I need you? How much i love you?” Those three words made you heart skip a beat, closing your eyes as you embraced the boy tighter, fingers running through his hair in attempt to sooth him.

“Y-your father is assigning you a mate” you remember the hurtful information, holding onto him only to be pulled away, his hands cupping your face as he stared down at you.

“I have promised myself to you many months ago, Syulang. My family, they want you to be with me. They want you to be Tsahìk” You shake your head at his words, trying to look away but he kept your head still.

“You think I can be Tsahìk? Someone as broken as me can’t be a leader, Neteyam. I can’t be Tsahìk, I can’t I-“

“I will step down from my position, I will leave with you-“

“No” you shake your head, mugging the boy above you, your hands cupping his face. “My sweet boy, You’ve worked too hard for this. I won’t ruin this for you” You wiped the tears that ran down his cheeks, smiling at him through your sobs. “Your going to be a great Ole’Eyktan”

“It means nothing without you” He didn’t know what to feel, he had been so angry and upset with you, praying to Eywa you’d just give into him, praying you loved him as much as he loved you. “I want to marry you. I want to travel the lands with you, I want you to carry my children, Y/N”

It hurt to hear because you wanted that too, wanting to spend the rest of your life with him, coming home to him every night. You loved him so much you felt nauseous, terrified of how empty you’d feel once you left.

Even without the bond, you two had the strongest force between you, like you couldn’t leave each other even if you tried. He needed you, he needed you to breath.

He leaned his forehead against yours, a shaky breath leaving his mouth, “I want it all with you, no one else” You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you closed them, one hand resting in his hair and the other on his chest, right above his heart. You felt it beat rapidly, his breathing only becoming less stable. “I’m nothing without you, Syulang. My Y/N, it was always you”

You cursed under your breath, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as his thumb brushed your lips, you needed to hold back, you needed to leave now.

But you couldn’t.

“Neteyam” He sighs, pulling his head off of yours to look into your eyes, his vibrant yellows practically glowing from the tree of voices beautiful light. “Kiss me” Your words slipped, watching his ears fall as his stomach dropped.

“If I kiss you, Promise me you won’t leave” He cups your face, tail wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You were so scared, so terrified to put your love into him, your trust into him more then ever.

You’d never be able to stay away from Neteyam, not even worlds apart could keep you from him. “I promise” At your words, he hooked a finger under your chin and leaned down to your face, lips once again brushing against each other but not fully connecting.

You were the one to finish it, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned up, pulling his head down so his soft lips fully met your own. You could barely hold yourself up, the feeling overwhelming you so much you could cry. You had waited so long for this, so long to show him how much you truly loved him. It felt surreal.

The kiss was soft and delicate. Neteyam wanted to make it perfect, making sure not to force it onto you even though deep down he wanted to crash his lips against yours just to show you how much he loved you. It felt like sparks had fell between you two, tails wrapping around one another like dogs with your ears propped up.

He felt so alone when you pulled back, opening his starstruck eyes to look into yours. His heart was racing and you found it so cute, watching his lips threaten a smile.

“Did I do good?” You laugh at his question, nodding your head as you wiped your new tears, his ears instantly falling at you. “What’s wrong? Your still crying…” you shake your head at him, a closed mouth smile appearing across your face.

“I’m just… Oh Eywa” your heart beat out of your chest as you grabbed his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Your heart was so full. “Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan”

He could no longer hold back after you said those words, practically crashing his lips to yours as his hand held your head against his, slightly afraid he had hurt you, but he couldn’t control himself any longer.

A soft moan escapes your lips, breath tickling his and his ears perked at the sound, pulling you with him to sink to the grass under you. “Y/N” he tries to get your attention as you straddle his lap, hands laid dangerously low on his abdomen. “Y/N, I can’t-“

A whimper leaves his mouth as you move against him, the unfamiliar poke against your core making you gasp. He looks at you embarrassed, like you hadn’t been yearning for his touch, yourself.

“I’m sorry I-it just-“ you cut him off with your lips against his once again, his tail brushing against your leg. You didn’t know where it came from, but your body was suddenly begging for his touch, trying your hardest to find some sort of friction against the boy under you. “Calm down, Pretty girl. I’ve got you”

“Nete…” He can’t help but moan at the sound, his name leaving your mouth being one of the things he’d imagined so much over the past few years. He hummed in response, lips attaching to your neck. “tsaheylu. Please, tsaheylu” He pulls his head up to look at you, eyes searching yours with the big question.

“You know what this means, right?” You nod, reaching back to grab your queue from behind you. His eyes stare lovingly to your queue, bringing his own only a few inches from yours before looking back up at you, your eyes watching him closely. “You’ve been mine forever, you know that?”

“I’ve always known, Ma’Teyam. I’ve Always known” with one last look, you watched as your queues connected, head falling against his as you both let out a shaky breath. You smile at his whimpers, kissing his forehead. He was more vocal then you could’ve imagined but you loved it, praising him for it everytime he got embarrassed.

He lifts you closer to him and you gasp, arms wrapping around his neck. The love shared between you felt so unreal, all those years of hiding it were So, so worth it. “My mate, My fucking mate” He mumbled against you happily, almost fearing this had just been a dream.

His lips attach to your neck with ease, guiding you down to lay on your back against the grass. Your emotions filled his body so easily, your scent becoming ten times stronger then before. “Can i remove this, pretty girl?” He asks, fingers tugging at your new loincloth. “It’s pretty, but it’s blocking my view”

You nod your head with a soft moan, feeling his hand brush your aching clit. He removed your loincloth with care, eyes set on yours as he wasted no time in rubbing your clit, watching your head fall back.

The unexpected stimulation makes you recoil. He leaves a path of kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, you both knew you had been ready when your cunt was nearly dripping from his touch.

"Mhmm" you hummed as he hovered over you, pulling your right leg against his side as he kissed down your now exposed chest, whispering small things under his breath after each one.

"Tell me, baby. What did you plan to do once you left?" He whispered the dark words into your ear, lips brushing against your lobe. "were you gonna find someone better? Find someone who could fill my place?”

"Please, I can't— I need you, Teyam " you beg desperately with short breath, running your fingers through his long hair in attempt to get him away from the topic. You didn’t want to talk about that right now, just wanting to focus on him.

"You didn't answer my question" he reminds you, trailing his breath along your neck, driving you completely mad under his embrace. He smirks to himself, finger ghosting your core to catch your attention.

"Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do, god— please, Nete" your hand found its way back to the back of his neck, pulling him back into a deep kiss and lightly tugging on his hair, earning a small moan from his lips. “Like your hair pulled, huh?”

“Only if it’s you pulling it” You blush as he lays his forehead against yours. All you could hear was the sound of your breath between each other. He looked at you with pure desire, love radiating from the two of you without even saying a word. You could feel his heart, his emotions, his thoughts, but it was nothing compared to the look he gave you.

“May I?” You watch as he moves down, planting kisses along your bare body. You nod breathlessly, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you could watch him move down to your core. “So wet, Baby. Fuck, need to taste you” you reach down, pushing his braids away from his face as he gave you one last look before leaning his head down.

Your head fell back against the grass, a soft moan leaving your mouth. Your eyes rolled back at the new stimulation, gasping as you sat up to look at what had been stretching you so far.

“Is this okay, my love?” He asks, continuing to slip his slender fingers into your dripping core. You nodded, moaning at how deep they had been. You could only imagine what was to come. “So pretty when you moan. The most beautiful girl in the world”

“Oh my god…” you sigh, laying back once his mouth was back on you, tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers dug deeper inside you. “Neteyam… baby”

“Taste so fucking good” He hums against your core, tongue running a line up your slit, cleaning the soaking mess you had made his hand. As if he wasn’t in love enough before, he definitely was now. “Need you to come, pretty girl. I need you, badly”

It only took you a small amount of time until you felt an unfamiliar knot tie in your stomach and you cried, pulling on his braids as he started to speed up his movements against your core, fingertips brushing your cervix like it was nothing and his tongue toying with your clit.

“Right there…mmph! Right there!” You cry for your mate, hand pulling at his freshly done braids as your hips rolled toward him, chasing after that feeling you so obviously needed. “Gonna come… god, already gonna come, Nete”

“Right there? Talk to me, Sweet girl” His words made you moan even more, the sound of his voice only making you more soaked then before. He pushed his fingers all the way into you, watching your face twist in pleasure. He was growing impatient, the tent in his loincloth only becoming bigger by the second.

“Nete…!” You warn but that doesn’t stop his movements, only making him go faster, eating you like you had been his last meal and like his life depended on it. Oh Eywa, he was so in love. “I’m…fuck!” You couldn’t hold your release any longer, practically pulling his hair as you let go, legs threatening to close against him and your back arched off the grass under you. His ears perked at your noises, praying to Eywa he’d make it far enough to finally sink into you.

But you couldn’t wait. You needed him and you needed him now before you went insane. You pushed him back from your body gently, straddling his lap once he sat back up. His eyes were wide but you didn’t care, working to remove his loincloth as fast as you could.

“Mawey, Sweet girl. We have all night” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your soft lips. “I want to take my time, need to feel every part of you” he pulls your closer to him, lips reattaching to your neck as you grind against his painfully hard cock, so sure you could come again just off of that.

"Take me, Nete " you begged him, hands running through his dark hair. Your slit is dripping, practically inviting him to use you but he refused, making sure to touch every part of you before he took you—before claiming you as his forever. “Your driving me insane” His breath catches inside his throat as you take his length in your small hand, thumb running over the tip that oozed of pre. He was so adorable under your touch, completely submitting to you everytime you touched him. “Poor baby, He’s begging you, Tey” You hum, placing a few kisses along his shoulder he he continued to curse under his breath, begging you to let up.

“Damnit, Y/N. You don’t know when to stop do you?” You smirk, bringing your thumb to your lips making sure he was watching as you took it into your mouth, swirling the pre around your tongue. “I can’t fucking do this anymore” he crashed your lips together in an instant, nails digging into your sides as he pulled you closer against him. He originally wanted this sweet and passionate, but he couldn’t hold back much longer, he needed you now.

“Your so beautiful, you know that?” He mumbles against your lips, lifting you up to hover above him, just inches away from his length threatening to enter you. He gives you one last look but you just crash your lips back into his, slowly sinking to your knees against his lap.

"Neteyam..." The sensation was overwhelming and your nails dug into the back of his neck, shaky breaths exchanging between the two of you as he filled you. It hurt but you could take it, the bond only making it so much harder for you to keep quiet. “S’big… so fucking big” You whine, stopping only when half of him was buried inside you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he placed kissed on your shoulder.

"I know, Pretty girl" he mumbles against your neck, dragging his tongue along the sweet spot under your ear and pulling you closer against him. “You got it, Baby. Nice and slow” You moan at his coaching words, his hands holding you in place until you were ready for more, guiding you down onto him. “That’s it… Taking me so well”

“Too much, Teyam. Too much…” You cry and he shushes you, reaching between you to find your clit. He whispered some of the dirtiest things to you as he rubbed circles against your bud, slowly losing himself as he felt you take more of him. You felt so full, so loved—you couldn’t believe this was real.

“Shit” You both curse in unison as your skin collides, his cock buried deep inside you while your legs shook, leaning your forehead against his. “Am I hurting you?” His thumb rubs your thigh gently and you take a deep breath before shaking your head, closing your big eyes at the feeling. “It's hurting you. I can-"

"No!" You stopped the boy, cupping his face in your hands. "It just takes a second to get used to, I’m okay” you give him a nod and he sighs. “Your so fucking tight, Y/N. Feels so good and I haven’t even moved yet.

The boys patience is running out and he suddenly can’t hold on anymore, wrapping your legs around his waist before leaning you back against the grass so he could hover over you. The pressure was much less now. “It’ll feel so much better like this, My love. Just relax, let me take care of you”

Your eyes roll back as he begins to move at a slow pace, lips attached to your neck hungrily and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, so rough you were sure you drew blood. Your mind was scattered. Trying your best to find the words, or even the look to give the man above you—but it was nearly impossible. His words, His feral rhythm, his gentle hands against your skin— all of it made your eyes flutter shut.

“Teyam, Ma’Teyam” you repeat against his ear and he grunts, pulling your leg against his side to allow himself more access. It felt good, maybe a little too good now. “Oh my god…” he pulled his face up to look at your twisted expression, met with your eyes squeezed shut under him in pure bliss.

"Look at me. I want you to look at me" His thumb brushed your bottom lip as you opened your eyes, trying your hardest not to lose yourself under his grasp. You finally looked back into his eyes, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as he found a pace. It was cloud nine to say the least—the lust, the passion, the need for each other. “Oel ngati kameie, Ma’Tìyawn” you whine at his words, pulling his face down to yours to press a passionate kiss against his lips. You saw him, you finally saw him.

It didn’t take much longer for you to get used to him and for his pace to increase, and you soon found yourself clinging to him for support—both of your moans filling the quiet forest around you. His tip kissed your cervix over and over, a mixture of moans, cries, and gasps leaving your lips as you took him, still begging him for more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this” He admits against your ear, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder. “Legs shaking and all, such a good girl for me” You moan loudly at his words, clenching around him as you pulled him closer to you. He knew what that nick name did to you, and he used it to his advantage. “So lucky we’re away from everyone because if they could hear you now” He laughs at his own words, completely rutting into you like an animal in heat.

“Gonna come, Nete… I can’t hold it” You whine as he continues to speak, only picking up his pace hitting your spot deeper and deeper by the second.

“Where do you need me, My love. Where do you want it?” You could tell by his sloppy strokes and breathless voice that he had been close, chasing after his high slowly but surely to give you time to react. “Wanna come inside. Paint your walls nice and pretty”

You hum at the idea, holding his face in your hands as he continued to stroke you. It was too much, you were going to release if he didn’t slow down. “Take what you want, Ma’Teyam. I’m yours, only yours!”

He pulled you back up into his lap to straddle him once again, except this time he had been doing most of the work, guiding your hips up and down. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you couldn’t help but clench around him, his breathing growing severely heavy at the feeling.

“Feels so good. You need it, don’t you? Need me to come inside you, Sweet girl?” You cry and nod your head, hands getting lost in his braids as you felt your orgasm approaching fast, bouncing on his lap harder then before. “S-shit!”

“Want it so bad, baby. Give it to me! Right behind you, my love. Give me everything, all of it!” With one last stroke, he pushed you down harshly onto his lap, the tip of his cock pressing your cervix before he released his thick white seed against your gummy walls, painting them nice and pretty just like he promised. The two of you let out a long lasting, tattooing moan as you fell into each other, chests heaving harshly against one another.

“Holy shit” Neteyam sat dumbfounded, still trying to convince himself this was real. But it was, you were you and he was him, laying against each other with your queues still attached. All those years of waiting, all those arguments with himself over you, it had all been worth it. “You okay, Pretty girl?” You nod against his chest, exhausted to say the very least.

“Carry me home, Nete” He chuckles, chest vibrating against your body as he stroked a hand through your hair.

“Can’t go home like this, My love” He pulls out of you, watching the mess he created slowly expose itself. You whine but he shushes you, gently laying you back onto the grass, pulling you against his chest so you could get warmer. The two of you stare at the tree above you, a smile almost instantly spreading across your face. “Eywa has heard us, huh?”

You move your head against his chest, looking up into his big yellow eyes full of love. “Ma’Teyam” your finger traces his jawline, watching his face soften at the sight of you. His beautiful mate—his everything. “Eywa has always heard us”

You spent the rest of the night sleeping in each others arms, not a care in the world of what happened at that party, because you had him. You had your Neteyam, and you couldn’t thank him enough for following you into the forest that night.

I feel like this is super bad because I kept rushing some parts due to tumblr’s TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES LOGGING ME OUT 💔 sooooo I kind of gave up toward the end…. But if this isn’t good I’ll probably rewrite it. Here’s this for now though 🫶🏼

Taglist: @n3t3y4msm4t3 @abbersreads @neteyamoa @zatarias-pandora @dead-28

[mandos-mind-trick]

The Knife

Summary: You don't mind the soft stuff, you really don't, but sometimes you like to live a little dangerously.

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, teasing, so much teasing, knife play, knife kink, grinding, very slight hint at dom/sub, brief fingering, definitely not any sort of discussion of safety I don't recommend doing this.

A/N: Uh yeah. You're welcome.

MASTERLIST

It’s not often you get time to yourselves. An empty ship, a couple hours to yourselves. It’s more than you need. 

You hover over him, lips pressed to his in a heated kiss. His hands are on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. Your pants are on the floor, a trail of his armor leading to your makeshift bunk. He’s still in his blacks, denying you the touch of his bare skin. 

Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, a groan vibrating through his chest. You smirk, licking the bite marks you’ve left behind. You were always a little rougher than him, not that you didn’t enjoy the soft sex, but sometimes you liked a little pain. A little danger. 

A thought runs through your head as you kiss him, your lips trailing down his throat as you slowly shift your body. You make it seem inconspicuous as you reach for his vambrace, always close at hand even though the ship was locked and secured. You take it as a compliment that you can distract him so much his enhancements are useless. 

Your fingers close around the hilt of his knife and you move quickly, drawing it from its holster as you sit up. You press it against his neck, keeping him flat on the bunk. His eyes are wide as he stares up at you, the bob of his throat as he swallows shifting the knife in your hand just slightly. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, laying still underneath you. He could disarm you easily, take you down and have the knife out of your hand before you even knew what happened. 

You smirk, leaning down closer to him. “I want to try something.” You lean down, kissing his nose before you push yourself up, shifting so you’re straddling his hips. “Do you trust me?” 

He stares at you with dark eyes, reading you in the way only he knows how. He stays still for a few moments before he nods just slightly.

“Then don’t move.” You warn, giving him a stern look. 

You shift the knife in your hand, catching the neck of his blacks with the tip. The fabric splits easily under the sharp edge of the vibroblade. You slowly drag it down his chest, cutting the top of his blacks down the middle. You push the fabric aside, revealing his chest. 

You’re careful as you press the knife against his skin, not hard enough to cut, but just enough that he can feel it. You trace the knife along his chest, outlining the defined muscle of his peck before moving closer, circling his nipple. His breath hitches just slightly under him and you still, looking up at his face. His eyes are wide, pupils blown as he watches you. 

You start to grind your hips against the bulge in his blacks, steadying yourself with a hand on his stomach. The muscles flex under your hand, wound tight as he holds himself still. He moans quietly, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. 

You smirk, dropping your gaze to his skin as you continue teasing him. You drag the knife to the other side, tracing the skeletal ribs tattooed across his chest. His head drops back as he lets out a shaky breath, the knife trailing down further to his stomach. You trace his abs, circling around his belly button as you continue to grind on top of him. He’s close, you can tell by the deepness of his groans. His eyes are fixed on your face, lips parted as he gets closer and closer. 

You drag the knife just a little lower, managing to catch his skin with the tip. He grunts, hips jerking as he cums. Warmth spreads underneath you as he cums in his pants, your movements continuing as you help him ride out his high. He’s panting, knuckles white where they’re closed into fists at his side. You press the knife against his skin once he’s stilled, continuing your path lower to his pants. 

You just manage to catch the waistband with the knife before his hand is shooting out, fingers wrapping around your wrist. Your gaze shoots up to his, an absolutely predatory gleam in his eyes. He looks like he may devour you whole, a shiver running down your spine in response. 

He tugs you forward by the wrist, his free arm wrapping around you as you fall against his chest. The movements are so seamless, so effortless as he flips you, pinning you under him on the bunk. Your wrist is pinned next to your head, knife still in hand. There’s a damp spot on the front of his blacks from your pussy, your thighs slick and glimmering in the low light of the ship. 

He pries the knife from your fingers, spreading your thighs with his own. “My turn.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat as the sharp edge of the blade touches the skin below your jaw. You freeze, party out of shock and partly out of instinct. He had never shown any interest in anything like this before, and now here you are, a knife pressed against your throat. 

He drags the tip of the knife along your jaw, before following the path down the front of your neck. You stay perfectly still, chest heaving just slightly as you hear the familiar rip of fabric. The knife makes quick work of your thin shirt, the blade slipping under one strap, and then the other, popping both easily. He tears the fabric from your body, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. He’s ditched his own ripped shirt at some point in the flurry of movement, his beautiful tanned skin on display. 

The knife returns to your chest, pressing right into the spot between your breasts. You hold your breath, staring up at him as he drags the tip along your skin. It burns just a bit, leaving a line of raised skin behind. Not deep enough to bleed, but you’ll have those marks for a couple hours. 

Your panties are completely destroyed, soaked through and dripping. He drags the knife lower, tracing a line down your stomach. He circles your belly button just as you had done to him, your toes curling. He continues his path lower, slipping the knife under one side of your underwear. The dull side of the blade presses into your skin as he flicks his wrist, shredding through one side of your panties. He repeats the movement on the other side, peeling your underwear from your soaked pussy before he tosses it on the floor with your shirt. 

He continues his path with the knife, trailing it down your pelvis until he pauses right above your slit. Kriff, you could cum just like this. 

“Hunter.” You whine, fingers gripping the sheets. 

“What, can’t take what you dish out?” He asks, pressing your knees up until you’re almost folded in half. 

Your eyes screw closed as he drags the edge of the knife down the back of your thigh, every ounce of your being working towards keeping yourself still as he teases the sensitive skin. He switches hands, dragging the knife down your other thigh as he drags his fingers through your soaked folds. 

“Such a naughty little thing.” He says, pressing two fingers into you easily. “So ready for me already.” 

“Hunter, please!” You beg, clenching around his fingers. “I need you.” 

He stills for a moment, almost like he’s thinking about it. He pulls away long enough to strip off his pants before he’s back on you, knife pressed into your throat as he slots his body between your thighs. “I’ll be nice to you this time.” He growls, nipping at your jaw. “But you owe me.” 

Taglist:

@kaminocasey @rosechi @mxkyrie @bobaprint @star-trekker-0013 @padawancat97 @bamfahsoka @rain-on-kamino @annoyinglylegendarygoose @lune-de-miel-au-paradis, @wolffegirlsunite @dukeoftheblackstar

[bonnibuckets]

— delicate | jake

pairing: hum!jake x fem navi

warning: fluffish & smut (eating out & vag! fingering)

synopsis: jake is at camp resting when you find him out of his avatar

wc: 900+

‘Oel ngati kameie, ma Tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi ireiyo. Ngari hu Eywa saleu tìrea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì.’

means ‘I see you Brother and thank you. Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind and become part of the People.’

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You opened your eyes and stretched in your hammock yawning, you rolled over staring at jake’s avatar sleeping. You wish he’d hurry up and link — he had explained it to you. “jake” you whisper yell, but nothing happens and you softly growl. You decide to just get up and do your duties hoping he’d eventually link while you’re out.

—

You sink your knife into your hunt “Oel ngati kameie, ma Tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi ireiyo. Ngari hu Eywa saleu tìrea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì”. You pull out the knife and take the hunt back. You stare up to see if jake is linked, but to your disappointment, his avatar is still in the same spot. You stomp your foot on the ground and hiss at him. ‘stupid stupid jake!’ you thought to yourself as you cleaned up.

As you cleaned up you suddenly remember that jake showed you where his camp was located, and you grab your bow and immediately run to find him. You didn’t know why his lack of company made you feel incomplete, but you knew you didn’t like the feeling. You jumped from tree to tree until you made it to his camp. You ran up to it and looked inside the glass, you saw jake in what he told you was a ‘wheelchair’ and he was eating.

You tilted your head ‘so small like a baby’ you thought pressing your hand to the glass. You tapped it and jake jumped but then relaxed seeing you. He held up one finger before putting on a mask and opening the door, “hey..i didn’t expect you to see me…like this” jake jokingly said. He handed you a mask to help you breathe safely but you didn’t need it constantly. “why does jake take so long to link?” you said a little mad.

“i’m sorry i just needed to take a break and build strength,” he said rubbing the back of his head. “i was sad when you weren’t there” you looked down, and jake rolled over to you and grabbed your hand. “i’m sorry again but i’m here now” he smiled tilting his head looking up to you.

“yes, but i have been thinking. i want to…connect with you like this” you pointed to him referring to his human form. Jake blushed and chuckled “getting me flustered” he looked away. “but i don’t know how jake doesn’t have a queue in this body” he smiled and grabbed your bow putting it down on the table.

“i’ll show you something,” jake said rolling away and you followed ducking the doorway and ceiling. He took off his mask and showed you his bed “the only way i know how to connect the way you want is this way, lay down please” you look at him, and your heart flutters. You lay down and jake maneuvers himself onto the bed, “i’m going to try something but you have to trust me okay?” he exhaled.

“i trust you,” you said as your heart was beating fast. Jake kisses your legs and works his way up worshiping your body, and from that alone, you felt hot. “mm jake more” you panted looking at him, he looked up and smirked “be patience” he said softly biting your calf.

You whined and became wiggly as he got closer to where you wanted him. He kissed and sucked bruises onto your thighs “please jake” you said frustrated. “okay okay” he smiled. Jake removed your loincloth gently and stared before diving in immediately. “JAKE!” you squealed at his sudden reaction. He licked you all over and sucked on your lips and clit and came up for air making a pop.

You were overheating and felt your abs flex “ha jake it feels nice” you purr as jake uses his fingers. He put one in at first and went back to sucking paying attention to your clit while curling his finger. You moaned and grabbed his hair “mm more please i want more” you whined as pressure started building.

Jake then added another finger, then another, until he was three fingers in. He curled and pistoned his fingers in and out, you were seeing stars. Jake came back up for air “so beautiful all spread out for me” he panted “so good, such a good girl, my good girl”. You couldn’t take it as the building pressure became harder to hold.

“i-jake” then the pressure snapped, and you arched your back and grabbed at the sheets and bit your lip so hard it bled. Your muffled moans were still very much heard by jake as he cleaned you up with his tongue and his fingers. You immediately grabbed the mask and inhaled, you felt tingly all over and delicate. “i hope you're not done because i can keep going sweetheart” jake smirked.

— [Fin]

a/n: let me know what y’all think! i got this idea from seeing a post from @anchoeritic so idea credit to them and the anon.

[sugar-coat-it]

thinking ab watching Matty shave in the mirror and how carefully he holds the blade. (He uses a flat old school type razor blade bc ofc he does) and then he sees you getting all hot and bothered, then he teases you and so begins the knife play :) I think about this a lot especially when he’s baby faced

AHHHHHHHHYOURE LITERALLY INSANE UR CRAZY 

I gasped out loud when I read this I NEED to expand on ur thoughts

TW! for knife play, ik it says it above but you’ve been officially warned!!!

He so would use an old-school razor blade, that’s so unbearably Matty. You’re just sitting on the counter watching him get ready, and then it’s your favorite part: when he shaves. You’re tingling all over the moment he takes out the blade, watching the way his fingers steadily curl around it as he brings it to his cheek, his eyes intense and focused in the mirror. You can’t help it! Your mind is wandering as he carefully drags it along his face, watching his experienced hands that know how not to nick himself. Your face gets hot as you imagine him taking the same razor across your thighs, between your breasts, along the slope of your neck. Just the coolness of the metal against your burning skin, those same careful hands guiding the blade. You’re trying to ease the ache pooling inside you by pushing your thighs together and Matty clocks it immediately, glancing at you through the mirror as he scrapes away the fluffy white foam. He asks you what’s up and you just kinda gape at him, watching as he rinses the razor in the sink, his calloused fingers running over the metal. He whistles to get your attention, your eyes snapping back up to his now clean-shaven baby face. 

“Asked you a question. What is it, baby?” he says, even though he’s already putting the pieces together with the way your gaze lingers on the blade in his hands. 

You don’t even know how to answer him, your mouth hanging open dumbly. How do you tell your boyfriend that you want him to do something like that to you? Although, you have a nagging suspicion that he’d be more than happy to indulge you. He turns the razor over in his hand, admiring the way it shines under the bathroom lighting. 

“Ohh, is it this?” he purrs, a smirk pulling at his lips, all too pleased. 

You feel yourself throb as he approaches you with the blade, spreading your legs so he can stand between them on the counter. He’s SOOO fucking cocky about it because now he’s got something to hold over you, he’s the only one who can make your wet dreams become reality. 

He teases you some more, saying shit like “You’re so dirty, love. If only I’d known,” and “Have you thought about it a lot? Me holding a blade to you?” and “shit, I’m going to love watching you squirm,” all while he’s holding your thighs open, the razor in one hand still flicked open. You’re practically dying, just sitting there and taking all the teasing while he's got the flat side of the razor against your thigh as you get uncomfortably wet.

“Shh, shh I’m gonna take care of you” he shushes before picking up the razor again.

He starts by slowly running it over your thigh, being incredibly careful as he drags the tip of the blade against your skin. You’re moaning already and he’s just started. The tension in the air is so so palpable

“Do. not. fucking. move.” he says, such a serious look in his eyes that it has you immediately nodding in agreement.

He keeps going, experimenting with the way he holds the blade while still being very careful not to nick you as you shudder at the feeling. Soon, he’s got your top off and he’s running it over your tits, dragging the flat side of it across your peaked nipples just to watch you struggle to keep still at the feeling of the cool metal. He’s really enjoying himself now, more than he thought he would. You trust Matty with your life, but danger still pulses in your veins as he brings the razor higher, over your collarbones until it’s under your chin, tilting your head up to make you look at him with the flat of the blade. You just whimper, you’re such a mess, the dominating air about him as he finds his stride is so overwhelming. 

He’d cut the elastic of your panties off of you next, murmuring something about getting you another pair as the split fabric slid off your legs. He’s so game for experimenting with you, especially when it gets you this messy. This little scene probably ends with him fucking you on the counter while he’s got the dull edge of the blade held to you in the place of your choosing <3

[m3rricat]

Bog Bodies

Standalone oneshot. Some time after the Netherbrain fight, Cat wakes up next to Astarion one stormy morning. For the first time he surrenders to her fully during lovemaking, which is interspersed with her reflections on his growth and their relationship. Smut/character study mashup.

Pairing: Astarion/female Tav

Rating: explicit (for sexually explicit content)

Read on AO3

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Cat’s waking creeps up slowly.

It is some morning some months into their new normal after the great battle, and she and Astarion are abed in their cramped little walkup. Today might be more of the usual: she heaving herself up to face the day when he turns in after their meandering talks, spending the daylight hours on one task to the next until they come together again when evening wears on.

But this isn’t that kind of morning. The light creeping around the heavy curtains is murky. Primordial. Cat feels the rumble of thunder in her chest more than she hears it.

The early storm builds outside, choking out the new day, stilling it, casting everything in a dull ochre light. The baleful glow from the banked fire in the hearth across the room mirrors it, bringing the suffocating atmosphere inside.

Head on her pillow, Cat stares at Astarion lying beside her, at the flawless curve of cheekbone pressing through flawless skin. She cannot speak. It is the thick air pooling in her mouth. It is the clench of emotion in her ribs that usually passes, but it is stuck now. Cycling, building.

His appearance cuts through the moldering light like a knife. Pale, cold. A stark contrast. But it does not hold any meaning. He is undead, but he is the farthest thing from cold, Cat thinks. He feels so very much, down to the quick, pain and pleasure both. That, and his stumbling attempts to give of himself to her when so much was taken—

The ache of affection in her chest threatens to swallow him whole.

It seeps into her bones, into her spine. Up to her brain. Numbing it, driving it to grasp, to hold him closer and closer until it hurts, until something breaks. To the point they are both wrecked, with him a smear down her front: proof of her devastating want.

And then—he does not move, but Cat knows that Astarion is now awake.

She tries to shake herself out of this strangeness, to come back to the flow of the day. The wry comment is on her tongue when his eyes meet hers, dark as pooled blood. The same lurking need she feels looks back, and she cracks open. The mess of her longing starts to leak out.

When his knuckle grazes her lips, she catches it, kissing it, wending her way around to the palm and down the soft inner wrist. There is no pulse there except what she presses into it, reverently.

He lies still as prey frozen in a predator’s sight, but his lips are parted, his eyes hungry as he looks at her. She heaves herself toward him greedily. It is hard going. The smothering morning still presses down, enclosing them somewhere out of the world.

As they lazily kiss and part and kiss again, Astarion’s lips wet and redden. Cat breaks off as his tongue finally probes against hers, leaving him groaning as she mouths up his fine jaw.

He is cold under her lips, under her hands on his bare chest. So Cat slides over him, straddling him, her mouth never leaving his skin. His fine fingers trail up her sides, pulling up her nightshirt. She leaves off her attentions reluctantly for the moment it takes to lift the shirt off her, baring her hot skin to sink down on his cold expanse, breasts and belly smothering his chest, his stomach, pouring heat into him.

Her lean body from the hard road is gone. Softened. But right now she feels as stripped-down and flayed as she ever did in those early days when their wild feelings clashed and tangled, scrambling for purchase. It stings all over, just as sweetly as it did then.

Her lips and tongue and teeth have trailed down to the juncture of his collarbones. Her hair is loose now, the braid having come undone sometime in the long, drawn-out minutes. Astarion’s fingers tangle in the tarnished-blonde muss, encouraging, echoed by his wordless murmurs and sighs. She skates her fingers across the slight swell of his breast. His breath hitches, his fingers tighten on her scalp as she brushes over the nipple. His noises and the squirm of his warming body pull at her center. She smiles into his skin, making her way slowly over to her new target, scraping over it again with a nail this time to tug a sharper gasp out of him before bringing her mouth to bear.

She has teased out some of what makes him break his silence—silence that is an absence of the former performative, ritual noises he had voiced over and over, for so long. His native tongue is rougher, less melodic. But he’s still far from an open book. She has asked outright how he wants her to touch him, but he sidesteps time and again with a quick smile and an offhand remark. She cannot figure out if it is because he can’t bring himself to say, or if he simply does not know after centuries of his wants being utterly disregarded.

Yes. Astarion is finally free of being the sexual object. Of being the bait. And he has held that line firmly in the subject-object divide. She feels the tension of it in him, even in quiet moments when he is loose and easy in her arms. Even as she knows he trusts her far more than the instincts carved in the deepest parts of him think is wise. He takes such comfort in being the actor, in inscribing pleasure on every inch of her flesh while teasingly withholding his softest parts from her. His enjoyment in giving pleasure is genuine, at least. The surest thing to get him hard is what spills from her mouth when he robs her of words.

These thoughts wind through the murk of Cat’s mind as she approaches no-man’s-land. This low on his torso, anywhere below his chest, and she expects his hand beckoning her mouth back up for a deep kiss, for the switch in position, taking her under him so he can subject her to his precise, passionate ministrations.

But this time, his hand lies soft and still, tangled in her hair.

She lolls her head to look up at him through her lashes. His head too is tilted to the side, laying on his pillow as he looks down himself at her. His eyes are expectant and scared and wanting, all at once.

May I? she asks, viscous air rasping out of her throat. Her hands trace slowly down his sides.

He has not taken a breath in an age. When it comes it comes like a resuscitation. Wheezing, almost violent. All so he can whisper—please.

The shudder of arousal that goes through Cat takes her by surprise. It echoes into him, shaking loose a moan as she turns back to her work, giving his nipple a parting graze with her teeth while she works down his chest. He raises his arm suddenly, hand going to his face. Cat’s gaze snaps to the expanse of skin now exposed, fingers skittering over to trace the weave of muscle on his side as it angles into his pectoral, his abdominals.

There was a time not so long ago when she might have been able to pick out every fiber of them. Astarion had been perilously lean when they first met. Breathtaking still, though for reasons that hovered between disturbing and ethereal. He had put on muscle on the journey, and now, afterwards, she has noticed a softening of his own. He is still made up of long lines and angles, of sharp acerbic points. But somehow, some way, the dark magic that powers him has spun the thinnest layer of fat out of all the blood.

She has not made any comment. Control and keeping of his body is, and perhaps will always be, important to him. If she brings attention to any change it will spike his anxiety, no matter how much she assures him that she prefers it. That she no longer winces inwardly to see him so stripped-down. She simply smiles to herself, relishing his growing comfort. And, more selfishly, relishing the plusher swell of his ass when her hands search it out.

Now she kisses down his sensitive side, sighing as his shivers stoke the growing need in her. The enticing dip of his waist is close, but she makes herself stop and circle back to his front, to just under his sternum.

She is at the edge of him now, where the bone and knit muscle of his ribs end and the expanse of underbelly begins. She glances up once more through her mussed hair. His gaze is glassy, but his want burns right through it.

With bated breath, she sets off down the soft stretch of his stomach. Prone like this, his muscles are relaxed, save for when they flutter under her lips, pushing ragged breaths out of his lungs.

There is no other sound of life coming from him. Certainly not from down here, under his flawless skin housing a mess of organs fallen to disuse.

Cat’s mind churns. He had become a hardened thing through the centuries, sharpening his edges and guarding his vulnerabilities as best he could. This softness, this vulnerable flesh served no purpose except to be a target for those who reveled in his pain. Images she had seen in his mind flash: the violence done to him, right here. What had been torn out of him where now her lips kiss him tenderly.

Then wetness—from her own eyes. Grief and love stick fast in her throat. She cannot take that pain away from him. It is woven into the fabric of his self. Immortal as he is, invulnerable as he is in many ways, it will not ever spare him from the scars of memory.

The thunder has been echoing closer in the dragging minutes. The rain comes down first in heavy, staccato drops, but then all in a rush, driven by howling wind. The building creaks under the assault.

Astarion had been made for a purpose, to take the lashes of cruelty and unimaginable violence and survive only to endure more, until the end of time. As Cat lies over him, between him and the roar of the storm above, her rabid need to protect him claws to the fore as she mouths her love into his belly. His fingers trace her cheek, the tenderness nearly tearing a sob from her throat.

A storm had been building that day too when she saw those bodies, when she had been made to go help her uncle cut peat at the inland freshwater bog. Ten years old she was. The waiting air had been too still, too quiet: so different from the gusting winds that heralded squalls above her home on the salt marshes.

Cat can still picture it perfectly: that tangle of limbs suddenly exposed by the cuts in the spongy ground, the two ancient lovers perfectly preserved, kept safe long centuries in the deep, airless peat. Here and now, the rich tint of the light of the room colors her and Astarion, staining them like the reddened skin draped over those old, old bones.

The last thing he would want is to be buried again. But Cat finds herself yearning for it, to meld in the earth with him until no one could tell where one ends and the other begins, forever safe from the thousand cuts, the inevitable erosion of life above.

She’s moved lower now, hand reaching for the laces of his drawers, tight over his hardening cock. He lets go of a long breath when he is released, when she slides them down past his hips. But she has other business, first.

She has given him head before, but he always coaxed her not to stray far, not to explore the soft juncture at his hips and beyond. She slides toward his side now, licking the delicious line of his lower obliques that cut toward his center, and then nuzzles down toward the soft crease of his thighs. She tugs his drawers down until he kicks them off. Gently she encourages him to cant his thigh out as she breathes in the tender, exposed skin. The smell that is him is trapped there. She loves the mixture he uses to scent himself, to cover up the slight aroma of death, but she loves this more, wildly and urgently.

His fingers on her scalp still do not direct her, but they twitch and caress with his own full-blown desire, shown plainly in his cock, now stiff on his stomach.

Heavy with lust and maddening love, Cat at last moves over him, taking him in her mouth in a swift movement that sends him hunching up toward her with a gasp.

She is done with moving slow and methodical. The sultry atmosphere is coming to a head, but they are still caught in the still light of this morning. They are the only two people in this world. Far away. Buried deep, as the storm rages.

She would bring him over the edge, again and again, delirious in pleasure until they both collapse, until they are pressed together in eternal embrace.

But then Cat hears him between his ragged breaths, calling her. She raises herself up and he is staring at her with such love it almost breaks her when he reaches for her, draws her to him. He wraps his arms around her almost delicately, looking at her like he is committing every one of her features to memory, just the way they are in this moment.

And something in his wide-eyed sweetness snaps the spell.

He devours her mouth hungrily as she sinks down on him. And she remembers—that is why she loves him, after all. Despite the crushing weight of the past he drags with him, he is still hungry. For life, for happiness. For her to be with him every step of the way. She’s told him before that he’s brave. The first time he thought it so ridiculous that he laughed. She has kept telling him. And lately, he still smiles, but his gaze has begun to reveal the slimmest, slightest belief in her conviction.

They lie tangled afterwards. Like the eternal lovers pressed in the peat, but so unlike. Cat feels light as a feather as Astarion nuzzles at her cheek, her ear, muttering something so absurd she bursts out in a cackle. And as he grabs for her, grin stretching to his fangs, she knows. The both of them will hurt again. But they will also live.

[moonlitluka]

GOLD CHAIN BENEATH YOUR SHIRT

Chad gives you his shirt after your spill your drink | Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader | fluff & sexual content but not full on smut

Another weekend, another party. This is college I guess but I’d much rather be at home with Mindy watching whatever scary movie she decided to binge.

Anika had dragged Mindy and I to this party. ‘It’ll be fun’ she said. I figured if I was stuck here I might as well drink. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. When I turned around a guy bumped into me splashing the beer all over my shirt.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The guy said grabbing some paper towels and handing them to me. “It’s fine I should’ve been watching where I was going” I smiled grabbing the paper towels and making my way to find a bathroom.

On my way down the hall Chad stopped me. “Woah, what happened to you?” He pointed at my shirt laughing. “Haha. I bumped into some dude.” I said looking down at the mess.

“Do you know where a bathroom is? I’m gonna try to get some of this beer out.” I explained. “Uh I think there’s one upstairs I’ll show you.” He said grabbing my hand to lead me through the crowd.

We went up the stairs and down the hall. Thank god the bathroom was open. We both went in and Chad grabbed a towel before wetting it in the sink. He went to dab it on my shirt and I looked away to avoid eye contact. He was dangerously close to my bra it was kinda hard not to notice.

“It’s not coming out is it?” I chuckled trying to cut the tension that was now in the room. He had clearly noticed me tense up when he touched me. “Uh yeah I think your shirt might be toast.” He said giving me a frown.

“Damn. I don’t have a jacket or anything.” In the light it made it much more obvious that my shirt was now very see through. I couldn’t walk around like this.

“Uh here,” he said grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting it over his head. I stared for a second confused. He stood there shirtless and the only thing left was his gold chain as he held his shirt out to me.

“You can’t walk around shirtless,” I laughed. The blush on my face was obvious I knew it. He laughed holding up his arm to flex. “Why not? I do it all the time.” “Show off” I playfully rolled my eyes.

“Come on, take it.” He insisted. I smiled gratefully and took it. I hesitantly took my wet shirt off. He clearly was trying not to stare. Always a gentleman. I did see him catch a glimpse as he turned his head but I could tell it wasn’t on purpose. Not that I mind, but the thought is still nice.

I slipped the shirt over my head and felt it pool around my thighs. “You can look now” I giggled. He took in the sight before him and smiled. “You look cute” he complimented.

“Really..?” “Yeah, you should wear my clothes more often” he flirted. It’s like his goal all night has been to see how many times he could make me blush.

“Thanks Chad. Really this was really nice of you.” I said putting my hand on his bare arm as an expression of gratitude.

You could cut the tension with a knife. I almost said something to try to kill the silence but before I could he grabbed my waist and kissed me.

I gasped but kissed him back. “Sorry I couldn’t resist” he said in between kisses. I moaned in response. I ran my hands down his chest, letting my fingers feel his abs.

I felt my body get swept off the ground as I giggled in response. He placed me gently on the counter as he stood between my legs. “Is this okay?” He pulled away asking. “Yes”

With that he dived back in this time moving down my jawline then to my neck. “Chad” I moaned as he licked and nipped at the sweet spot between my shoulder and neck.

“Yeah baby say my name” he said letting his hand pull up the shirt and down the front of my leggings.

His hand softly cupped me over my underwear as he began slowly circling his fingers. He teased me before moving the underwear out of his way. He finally made contact with my clit as I moaned his name once more.

He moaned in response and leaned into kiss me again. As we made contact we were interrupted by a frantic knock on the door.

“Hey hurry up in there!” Some random party goer yelled through the door. We both pulled away from each other quickly before making sure we were both decent enough to walk out of the bathroom.

Chad opened the door leading me out as the guy who knocked noticed. “Nice!” He laughed. I hid my head in my hands as I walked faster out of there.

“Maybe we should head out” Chad suggested laughing. I agreed and we both left as quickly as we could laughing.

[hotmessmaxpress]

Firstly, your writing is a gift from god.

Secondly, I am begging you for a Vale POV of Marc in the yellow shorts (OF au)!

I mean, firstly, he is a possessive mf and seeing that definitely gave him a heart attack, but secondly he couldn't really have known that Marc was a big fan, right?

Like yeah, Marc knew him/his tattoo, but like he's Valentino Rossi, if Marc is into motorbikes, he knows Vale, it doesn't mean he likes him. And he might have only showed up at that GP because of the situation or because he's a MotorGP fan. But the SHORTS?! Like damn, that boy loves you.

This is, dare I say, not good. But! It is words! It's words that I put together! It's something!

Thank you for sending in a prompt and for your support 🤍 I'm really hoping to get back in a better writing headspace soon! Until then, I hope this is okay.

Rosquez OnlyFans au, interlude: Vale's perspective of the Tiny Shorts

Vale is frustrated, nearly vibrating with pent-up energy despite winning the race over the weekend. He’s desperate for something to take the edge off, but nothing feels quite like what he had with Marc. 

He tries running, hoping to tire himself out enough to make his mind stop racing. When that doesn’t work he goes cycling, but he can’t stand to be on Tavullia roads without an engine between his legs. He goes to the ranch and putters around, lubing bike chains and checking oil and air filters. He can only check the tire pressure of so many tires though, before he feels like he’s going insane and he goes home.  

He finds Marc’s DM as he’s oscillating between laying on the couch and feeling restless, walking around the house and feeling restless, and walking around outside and feeling restless. 

It’s long: a wall of angry, betrayed text that feels like a knife to the gut. Vale knew that Marc wouldn’t exactly be happy about being blocked, especially considering the amount of financial support Vale provided, but he hadn’t expected it to take an emotional toll on the young creator. 

You didn’t have to kick me out of the paddock. 

Vale doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but with a sinking feeling he texts Uccio. He knows that Uccio is just being protective of him, but it’s frustrating to think that Marc could have been in the paddock, so close to seeing Vale, but apparently removed. 

Vale and Uccio argue and Vale follows Marc on Instagram. He tells himself it’s out of spite, but then he spends the next several hours looking through Marc’s substantial number of posts. Marc’s instagram is much different than his OnlyFans, for obvious reasons. He still posts a lot of pictures of his collection of bikes (something that Vale’s cock takes interest in), but he also includes photos of his home and his dogs. It’s surprisingly domestic, and Vale finds himself unexpectedly invested in Marc’s home life. 

The next post from Marc is… hot. He’s working out, sweaty and shirtless. Vale watches it more than once, taking in all the lines of Marc’s body. He’s seen them all before; he’s seen his abs flex as he rides a cock. He’s seen his strong thighs bounce him up and down. It feels like there’s no part of Marc that Vale hasn’t seen, but there’s something about seeing Marc like this that really does it for Vale. 

The posts continue, with Marc in various states of undress and various levels of sweatiness. Vale turns on post notifications and becomes bolder about liking Marc’s posts, not at all mindful of how quickly he likes them. He jerks off to some of the posts, feeling a little guilty about it, but he can’t help it. He’s caught in a limbo between not wanting to piss Uccio off (and possibly damage his reputation if someone were to notice his social media activity) and wanting to claim Marc’s attention for himself once again. 

One day Marc posts a workout video. It’s similar to the others, but Vale realizes immediately that the shorts Marc is wearing are his shade of neon yellow. They’re tiny, so tiny that Vale is surprised Instagram hasn’t flagged it as porn. 

Vale likes it immediately, and then as his mind spirals he opens his own merch website. The shorts are nowhere to be found, which means that Marc hasn’t bought them recently. 

Which means he must have already had them. 

The bikes, the recognition of the tattoo… Vale selfishly wonders how big of a fan Marc really is. He wonders if Marc found him sexy before they began their OnlyFans repartee. When did Marc buy those shorts? What has he worn them for?

Vale is hard, painfully. He pulls his own cock out unceremoniously, watching the video on loop while he fantasizes. He pictures Marc shirtless, with only the tiny shorts on, rubbing his cock through them. The shorts are tight enough that Vale knows he’d be able to see every vein, every detail of Marcs’ hard cock. He imagines Marc coming in them, soaking the front of them. Vale wants to press his face to the front of them and lick. He wants to taste Marc’s cum through the fabric of the merch that bears his name like a brand on the ass of them. 

He takes a shower when he’s done jerking off to Marc’s video and the embarrassment has passed. On impulse, he sends a message: I’m sorry you were removed from the paddock. He has no idea if Marc will want to speak to him, but it’s clear to Vale that he’s not going to be able to stay away. There’s just something about Marc that draws Vale to him. There’s no way Vale can go the rest of his life without Marc. He has to see this through.