#little breathless words while some are telling you exactly what gets them as they get to watch both your hands curl around the tip

[littleplantfreak]

been thinking about ur fav assisting you with the hand job you’re giving him. Either you’re not used to giving one or maybe their cock is big enough that your hand can’t wrap around fully, but regardless it has them putting their hand over yours and showing you how they like it. They’re dribbling over both your hands with pre and really all you have to do is watch while they use your hand to get themselves off atp

[heeliopheelia]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

part 2

genre: angst, established relationship

word count: 2.9k

warnings: curse words (and some of the boys are really cruel to yn :()

masterlist

LEE HEESEUNG

"Please, can we talk about this tomorrow?" Heeseung groans as he slumps down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He really doesn't want to get mad at you at such late hour but he can't help it when you keep talking his ear off from the moment that he's walked into your shared apartment. "I'm dead tired, just let it go for now, okay?"

"I'm not sleeping with you today," you scoff, not even daring to look at him so that he doesn't notice the tears of frustration that have started brimming in your eyes.

You've just found out from one of Heeseung's friends that he was out with his ex for almost the entire day. Without telling you a word about it. Normally, you weren't the jealous type as you trust your boyfriend with your whole heart. But after hearing that he's been having the time of his life with the girl that has once broken his heart, while you were at home waiting for him to come back, your thoughts drifted onto a completely different track.

"Why? Fuck, so what if I saw her today?' He exclaims, slapping his thighs with a breathless laugh. "Nothing happened! She just wanted to talk, YN! Talk. Stop trying to turn it into something that it's not."

"Then why didn't you even bother telling me that you were meeting her?" You ask, involuntarily letting yourself get emotional and raising your voice as well. "Who even does shit like that?"

"I just didn't think it would matter so much to you, that's all. I thought you trusted me a little more!"

"So you're saying that if I were to hang out with my ex and didn't tell you anything about it, you'd be fine with it?" You snort when he nods his head. "Alright, yeah. I almost believe you."

"God, you're just like her! Why would I ever think of cheating on you with her when the two of you are exactly alike?" Heeseung ignores the hurt look on your face and keeps on talking nonsense, fueled up by anger. "Both have trust issues. Both are ridiculously jealous. Both are way too clingy for anybody to bear. Fucking twins!"

You laugh in disbelief as you stand up from the couch. "Why are we even in this relationship if I'm so fucking unlovable to you?"

"Good question," he quietly murmurs.

You don't bother to wait for his apology or pleads for you to stay as you know he's way too deep in his anger to even start acknowledging your feelings now. You don't even have the strength to slam the door, so you just quietly let them shut behind you as you walk out on the dark street.

PARK JAY

You cross your arms over your chest, watching as your boyfriend finishes getting dressed for work. He said he would take the day off today but he obviously forgot to do so and now is leaving you hanging onto another empty promise.

"You're twisting my words! I just said you promised you would stay with me today, that's all."

"Well and I said I forgot! End of the story," Jay grumbles at you, dismissing you with a flick of his hand. "Whatever, I don't have time for this right now."

"You never do!" You raise your voice involuntarily and turn your face away as you feel the tears gathering in your eyes. How could he forget? "Not even once have I ever been prioritized while being in this relationship with you! And it's not like you even have anything important to do today!"

"We're not having this conversation again," he laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers through his hair. "My boss called me and said he needs my help. Of course my job is gonna come first in a situation like that, YN! After all this time, I thought you'd be more understanding by now."

"Yeah, it's just there are days where I want to be put first for a change. It's not like I ask you for that every week!"

You can't help but let the tears drop down your cheeks, failing to hide your emotions for any longer. You're right, though. Jay knows it too. You never complain about his work or ask him to take the day off, unless the date is important to you. It's just too bad he is too much in his own head to think about it for a little longer.

"I can always take the day off next week!" Jay says with a roll of his eyes. "And, god, why do you always have to cry?"

"Because it's my fucking birthday, you asshole," you breathe out in a broken voice before standing up from the bed.

Jay's eyes almost double in their size as he lets your words repeat in his mind. Birthday. It's your birthday. He tries to grab your wrist as you walk past him but you jerk it away from him.

"Honey, I-"

"I don't wanna talk to you right now."

You rush out of the bedroom. Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you slide to the ground and bury your head in your hands, finally letting out the sob that's been weighting on your throat throughout the entire morning. 

SIM JAKE

As you walk out of the restaurant angrily, you dial Jake's number. It's the fourth time you've been stood up by him like that, sitting completely embarrassed and alone at the table reserved for two. Jake was supposed to meet you here forty minutes ago and while at first you waited patiently for him, knowing his schedule is rather tight, after almost an hour of having your calls not answered, you started losing your cool.

"Hi, baby. What's up?" You hear his cheerful voice from the other side of the phone.

"Nothing much besides the fact that I've been stood up by my boyfriend once again this week," you reply in a rather passive aggressive manner as you open the door of your car. "How was your day, babe?"

Jake keeps silent for a second or two before a groan leaves his throat. "Fuck, it completely slipped out my mind. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be," you nearly growl, starting your car. You curse quietly when the engine stutters and chokes but doesn't want to start by the first two times. "I waited forty minutes for you, jackass."

"Shit, are you still there? Just wait a little more and I'll be there soon, I promise."

You scoff loudly. "You've got some nerve, I'll give you that."

You can hear him sigh heavily and you can just picture how he's pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment. "Can you stop that? I already apologized. I'm sorry that I have to work."

"Oh, you're very welcome." You grit your teeth, keeping your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you drive out of the parking lot. "Would it really kill you to remember about me even once?"

"YN, you're not being fair right now," he says and you know he's pushing himself to his limits to not raise his voice at you. "Look, one of us has to actually make some money. I can't keep my head wrapped around everything."

"Oh, yeah? So you're at work right now?"

He stutters slightly. Got him. "Well, no I-"

"Jake, are you coming, man?"

Hearing Heeseung's voice shouting on the other line makes your fingers clench on the wheel tightly. You breathe in sharply and let out a short laugh. "Good to know what your priorities are, Jake."

"No, wait, I'm-"

You interrupt him again before ending the call, "Don't bother."

PARK SUNGHOON

You breathe out in relief when you hear the familiar sound of Sunghoon's car pulling up on the driveway. He hasn't been answering any of your calls since the afternoon and you really started getting worried. You've been arguing with each other throughout the couple past weeks and you took notice of how distanced he's become towards you. You've attempted to fix that but it's a really hard task to do with your boyfriend being as stubborn as he is.

"Oh my god, I was so worried about you," you say the second when Sunghoon walks into your house. "Where have you been?"

He only nods his head at you in acknowledgement and toes his shoes off wordlessly. You frown slightly at his sudden muteness and put the sizzling pan aside.

"I made you dinner, figured you'd be hungry," you start again and only get disappointed when he dismisses you curtly.

"I'm not."

Pressing your lips together, you nod your head slightly before following him to the living room and taking a seat next to him, not close enough to irk him any further though. The two of you sit in silence, mindlessly watching the random channel that Sunghoon played. He has his arms folded on his chest and you wonder what went so wrong that he suddenly turned so cold towards you.

So you try again, speaking with a soft voice. "Why didn't you answer my calls today, honey?"

You feel your whole body tensing when he lets out a groan. "Cause I didn't want you distracting me."

"Okay, what the hell is up with you, Hoon? Why the attitude?" You ask, turning away from the TV screen to look at your boyfriend's frowned up face.

You don't miss the roll of his eyes as he clicks his tongue. "For fuck's sake, if I knew you'd be this needy today, I would've stayed out longer."

You try not to show how much his words hurt you but the look on your face tells him a completely different story. You clear your throat and decide on voicing the thought that's made itself way too comfortable in your mind during the past few weeks. "Sometimes I just feel like you don't love me anymore."

"Well, maybe I would've loved you a little more if you stopped being so clingy. Seriously, fifteen calls, YN! Who the hell does that?"

Silence. His hurtful words linger in the air heavily and you both say nothing. You avoid his eyes, lips slightly trembling from the heartbreak. Sunghoon still says nothing as you stand up from the couch and leave the room in a rush.

KIM SUNOO

"Do you even hear yourself? Why would she be lying?" Sunoo shouts at you as he crosses his arms defensively.

You're gripping the edge of your sleeve tightly, trying to prevent yourself from raising your voice as well. Even though you're keeping cool, his words and accusations stab your heart with dozens of needles. Having your boyfriend believing his friend rather than you has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

"And why would I be lying?" You ask, glaring him down. "Why would I, your girlfriend, lie about my whereabouts? For fun?"

He scoffs at you. "Well, you didn't tell me you were hanging out with Sunghoon, did you?"

"No, because I wasn't hanging out with him, we just stumbled upon each other on my way back," you explain calmly as you clench your sleeve even tighter from frustration. "We literally talked for five minutes."

"That's not what what I've heard."

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. "Yeah, cause what else would a person that's been in love with you for two years tell you?" You can't really help the sarcastic tone that's sneaked itself into your speech and you can see it only irks Sunoo more as he nearly scowls at you.

But all that you've said is the truth. Since the beginning of your relationship, you've noticed his best friend's spiteful looks thrown your way along with the heart-eyes directed at Sunoo. You've kept quiet for all this time, not saying a word even when he ditched you for her or made plans without your knowing. But this, this is just too much for you.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he has the audacity to laugh at you.

"No, Sunoo, it hurts me, you know?" You finally let all of your feelings that have been crumpled inside you for all these years. "Do you ever even try to acknowledge my feelings when you hang out with her?"

"Don't turn this on me right now. And I'm not allowed to have female friends now? What kind of a girlfriend even are you?"

You get up from his bed and scoff at him. "And what kind of a boyfriend accuses his girlfriend of cheating while he sneaks out without her knowledge to meet up with his best friend?"

With that, you turn on your heel and leave his apartment, slamming the door behind you.

YANG JUNGWON

"That's not what friends do, YN! Are you even listening to me?"

"I am but you're being ridiculous!" You bite back at your boyfriend, walking back from a lunch with your best friend.

Throughout the entire meal she's been throwing jabs and snarly remarks at you, and although you've already grown used to her attitude, Jungwon just couldn't let that slide. He thinks it's illogical that someone you've been calling your friend for such a long time, would act so mean and nearly insulting towards you.

"I don't understand how can you let her speak to you that way," he breathes out in disbelief. "I wanted to spit in her face after an hour of talking to her, why do you let her do this to you all the time?"

"Because she's my best friend, Won!" You try to stay your ground as you dig into your purse, looking for your keys. "That's just how she is. I've learnt not to take any offence in that. You shouldn't either."

"I just care about you, so forgive me for not liking it when someone insults my girlfriend!"

You sigh, feeling tired from the night and the ongoing argument. "I know you do but I don't see it that way. She's just rough around the edges, that's all."

"Of course you don't see it. All you need is constant validation. You just can't live with the thought of somebody not liking you. You'd let a stranger walk all over you only if it meant you had gotten his approval. That's not fucking healthy, YN!"

"How can you even say that to me? Why would you-," you stop yourself from engaging in this conversation and slump your shoulders with resignation. "I don't wanna do this anymore."

Jungwon sends you a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I just want to be alone right now," you say and Jungwon can clearly hear the exhaustion in your tone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me back."

NISHIMURA RIKI

The moment that you hear the door slamming, you sigh as you realize it's one of these days again. For the past week or so, Niki has been coming home frustrated beyond words but not even once has he said what was bothering him. Sure, you've tried to intervene and ask him what's was it all about but he always dismissed you quickly. It hurts you to think that maybe he doesn't trust you enough to confide in you like that.

"Hi," you greet him as you stand up from the couch. You walk over to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt of hugging him but only get disappointed when you feel his body tense up. You pull away and look at him pointedly. "Another bad day?"

Niki hums and moves away from you, going into the direction of the kitchen. You follow him, feeling worried for him as you know he has the tendencies of bottling up his emotions inside.

"Wait! Don't ignore me again," you scolded him slightly, forcing yourself to stay calm and speak with the soft tone. You grab him by his forearm. "Niki?"

"Let go of me," he breathes out, voice heavy and your heart screams at the thought of him deciding to struggle with all of it by himself again.

You do as he asks and free his arm instantly. "Okay. Just talk to me, please?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Yn!" He snaps at you and runs his hand through his hair. "Stop pressing me!"

"No, you always keep acting like everything's fine when it's clearly not! I don't want you to keep it all to yourself. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about stuff like that," you explain, trying to keep him on your side. "I want to help you!"

"I don't need your help, though!" He scowls, sending you a sharp look. "If I knew you'd be sticking your nose into my business the second I walked through the door, I wouldn't even bother coming back."

"Hey, you're being mean now," you gasp slightly, feeling his words pulling at your heart again. "You're my boyfriend, of course I care about you! I hate seeing you like that but you just won't let me understand what's going on with you!"

"Are you my therapist or my girlfriend? Jesus, I'm not in the mood for that right now," he sighs heavily and walks past you straight for the door.

"No, wait!" You call after him but you're too late and he's already slamming the door behind his back.

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19

[authorhjk1]

Can Light Blue work?

https://www.reddit.com/r/KoreanCelebrityFap/s/GG1w2YcbDZ

Light Blue

(Choi Sooyoung X Male Reader)

The sky is light blue. The sun is slowly coming out and the moon is already gone. The big venue is empty. Barely any sign of the event that took place here last night. The loud cameras and their flashes of the reporters. Singers who performed their songs last night. Actors and actresses who received rewards for their outstanding performances. All gone. All quiet.

"Fuck me harder! Yes!"

Sooyoung lets out a cry of pleasure. It tears through the silence. Scared pigeon fly off the roof.

"You're too tight, Sooyoung. Fuck!"

You groan as you try to increase your pace.

The big hall is empty. Just last night, hundreds of people were sitting in chairs around tables, looking at the stage.

That's where the two of you are right now.

"Oh god! Oh god!"

Sooyoung moans, on all fours on the stage. You are right behind her, thrusting into her from behind.

"Pull harder, yes!"

You tighten your grip on her ponytail, making Sooyoung's head fall back.

"Almost there!"

You reach forward with your other hand and slip it underneath her dress. The top part is revealing enough already, so you just pull it to the side, freeing her tits.

That's what you led you here in the first place anyway. Her revealing outfit. And her flirting.

"Squeeze them harder, yes!"

You like how Sooyoung tells you exactly what she needs. That way, you can be sure you are doing everything in your power to fuck her properly. How she likes it. How she deserves it.

Leaning over her a little more, you roughly grope at her chest. Your added weight makes her arms weaker. Sooyoung's upper body inches closer towards the stage.

"How are you this tight?"

You groan into her ear, unable to contain yourself.

"How are you so big?"

Her breathless question makes you grin. Up until now, you were kneeling behind her. But since Sooyoung lowered her upper body, her ass has moved upwards a little. You raise one leg, plant your foot on the stage and drive yourself even deeper into her.

"Oh, shit! Deeper!"

How can she keep asking for more?

Her walls clamp down around you as you thrust even deeper. Or at least try to. You weren't exaggerating earlier.

"O-o-oh, g-go-o-d-d!!!!"

You can't see it, but you could swear Sooyoung's eyes have rolled all the way back. Her cheek is pressed to the floor. You can see her drooling onto the stage. The stage she stood on barely five hours ago with her members. Five? Really? Or has it been six already?

You can't tell. You don't have a watch on you.

As Sooyoung turns into a stuttering mess, you reach from her tits to her core. She has already been gone that far for a couple of times now.

Getting her clit rubbed makes her cry out even louder. No words anymore. But simple syllables. Only a couple of letters. No meaning.

Wrong. One meaning.

"Oooooooh!"

Her eye piercing scream echoes through the hall as you make her climax around your cock. Right here on this stage. With hundreds of seats pointing in your direction.

You almost wish they were occupied. You wish your favourite idols could watch you fuck one of their own. One of the members of Girl's Generation. Right here. On stage.

As you close in on your own orgasm. Your vision becomes slightly blurry. And now, it really looks like you could see some of the chairs being occupied.

You could swear you caught a glimpse of Jiu, who is covering Gahyeon's eyes with her hand, while her own are wide open. Her mouth a surprised O.

A couple of tables to left, you spot Yujin and Wonyoung. The younger one's princess like face is frozen in a surprised gasp, while Yujin's eyes seem to follow your every move.

"Fuck, Sooyoung."

You mumble, knowing that you are done within a matter of seconds. Her pussy and the visions in front of you are too much for your brain to handle.

Another glimpse at the sea of empty chairs. No not empty. Winter's wide eyes, Karina's subtle bite of her lips. Irene's disgusted look, Seulgi, who covers her eyes, visibly shy. And Joy, who shamelessly has her hand underneath her dress. Rosé is in the same state as Seulgi, Jennie watches you with a huge smirk on her face.

You could swear the two of you lock eyes in that moment. In that moment, just as you are about to finish inside Sooyoung. Jennie seems to mouth something in your direction. A lustful stare in her eyes. She says it slowly. So slow, you almost feel like the world has slowed down.

"C-u-m."

"Fuck!"

You groan one last time, burying yourself as deep as possible inside of Sooyoung. You hear a distant moan, your mind still clouded by the pleasure.

The venue isn't silent anymore. Sooyoung's heavy breaths and moans. Your own groans and heavy breaths. Gasps. Voices. Cameras.

[toiletclown]

breathless.

spencer agnew x gn!reader

mostly fluff, a little angst.

summary: you've had feelings for your best friend, spencer, almost as long as you have known him. it isn't getting any easier, and you need to tell him soon, whether he feels the same or not. your friends are pushing you, the fans already ship you, and after courtney and shayne's success, you just couldn’t bare to keep lying anymore. to yourself, or to him.

word count: 2028

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

It’s been two years since you graduated from Smosh crew member to Smosh cast member. You weren’t the first, and are unlikely to be the last, but it’s still a bit nerve-wracking. You were moved to cast not long after Spencer made his switch to cast, but that was exactly your problem, wasn’t it? When you were both on crew, it was easier. Small smiles, hidden glances, a blush forming under your mask. Once or twice, Brennan had swiveled his camera to the crew to get their reactions and you couldn’t duck fast enough to dodge the shot. 

You both shared moments without fear of judgment, knowing everyone at Smosh knew how close you were. Some more than others. But once you were both on camera more often, those moments dwindled to near nothingness. You couldn’t make eyes at him, he couldn’t flirt with you. Plenty of the cast flirted with each other on and off camera, of course, but it was different somehow. The office flirting became private hangout flirting, which then became no flirting at all. 

He didn’t get jealous anymore when Amanda or Angela flirted with you, and you did your best not to get jealous when he flirted with Tommy or Shayne. It was like your friendship was entirely platonic again. And while that was all it had ever been – platonic – it hurt a little. It was like something happened overnight, and the flirting wasn’t cool anymore.

The last time something happened before your promotion to cast, Spencer, Angela, and Chanse were doing Who Meme’d It with Shayne, and someone had sent in a meme about you always looking at Spencer. As soon as it popped up, everyone was laughing, and Brennan promptly turned his camera to get your face. You were smart enough to expect it, and you managed to push out a laugh and shrug to the camera. All in good fun, it seemed. But really, it was a little bit upsetting to realize you were so obvious about your affection for Spencer. You thought that you were fairly secretive and weren’t too over the top, but apparently not so much.

“Okay, ‘Y/N pretending they weren’t just staring at Spencer’! Spencer, any thoughts?” Shayne said through giggles. 

Spencer made eye contact with you, and you did your best to hold it. “Gotta be honest, Shayne, I wasn’t even aware they stared at me. Guess they’re sneakier than I thought!” Everyone was laughing again, and you joined in. Instead of making a joke about him staring at you, or a joke about you two flirting in your pod, he went with a PR answer. You could barely admit to yourself how bad it had stung. And sure, most people got roasted in Who Meme’d It, especially with the lack of funeral roasts, but it didn’t really feel good to have your private crush on Spencer blasted to not only cast and crew, but whoever ends up watching this video. And his comment was making it seem more one-sided than you liked.

After the laughter settled down, Shayne got back to hosting. “Alright, who meme’d it! Was it Erin Dougal? Courtney? Or Y/N themselves?” You made a silly face when Brennan panned to you, channeling your best mad scientist look. Your face dropped immediately after. No one saw it.

The cast members debated for a second before writing down their answers. It was Courtney across the board. “Alright, so we all think Courtney made this meme. Angela, what makes you think it was Courtney?” 

“Shayne, that’s a great question, thank you so much for being here with me today. I said Court because I have seen them having little whisper sessions with Y/N and I simply don’t trust like that!” Angela laughed, a bright smile on her face. She winked at you once the camera had moved away from her face. She was actually your go-to confidant, and you were sure she knew that. She was your best friend, behind Spencer, after all.

After a dramatic pause, it was revealed that Erin Dougal was the one who made the meme. You could have called that from a mile away, but that was because Erin was constantly telling you to ask Spencer out. You shot her down every time, knowing it was safer and easier to suffer in silence with your feelings rather than to possibly fuck everything up with your best friend. Besides, suffering in silence was what you were best at.

//

And now, a few months later, you were the one in front of the camera for a Who Meme’d It. It was your first time actually competing, although you’ve sent your fair share of memes in. Spencer and Angela were the only two people to continuously guess you correctly, which in the grand scheme of things made the most sense as they were your closest friends at Smosh. However, you were now competing against both of them, and your competitive side didn’t have a concept of “friendship”, unfortunately. 

“Okay! Welcome back to Who Meme’d It! Today we have Angela, Y/N, and Spencer competing. And Y/N is quite competitive so let’s hope they still have their best friends after this!” Shayne introduced you all, smiling at you to ease your anxiety. 

“Lest we forget what happened when they were on Don’t Win Mario Party and nearly killed me,” Spencer said, turning towards you with his hands folded on the table. His eyes were smiling, but he was trying his best to keep a serious face.

You turned to face him, mirroring his expression and hands. “Lest we forget you deserved that attack because you fucked with my controller mid-lap so that you could get seventh.”

“Okay, are we doing Who Meme’d It or the Newlywed Game?” Angela joked, and you and Spencer returned to your normal positions, excited to play.

//

After the shoot, Spencer caught up with you in the kitchen. “You got your first Who Meme’d It win, how’s it feel?” You had indeed won, but only by two points. Spencer was right behind you and Angela frankly tanked it this episode. Usually she wasn’t too bad, but perhaps she knew how competitive you were going to be and decided to focus more on having fun instead of winning. Especially considering there was content being made that needed to be entertaining.

“Eh, I feel like my competitiveness isn’t very fun on camera. I’m hoping we don’t have to scrap the ep simply because I was too locked in.” You grabbed some fruit from the fridge and prepared to make your way to a table so you could sit and destress before your next shoot. You weren’t needed on set for over an hour so you were ready to mindlessly doomscroll while you snacked on your peaches.

Spencer chuckled at your comment, which made your heart flutter a bit. Suddenly, you had the urge to touch him. You put your hand on his shoulder, mostly unconsciously, not actively making the decision but simply just doing it. His giggling stopped instantly, and he looked at your hand cryptically, his expression unreadable. All too suddenly, it felt too serious, too personal, so you instantly pivoted. “But at least you didn’t win, right?” You smiled, patting his shoulder and turning to head to your seat. 

You were hoping, for the first time ever if you were being honest, that he wouldn’t follow you. Things had been weird between you two for a few weeks now, and you almost wanted some space to deal with the pain of your best friend seeming to lose interest in your friendship. And once again, Erin had submitted a meme that made you a little upset. You knew it was unreasonable to be upset with her, as it was all in good fun and she wasn’t actually trying to hurt your feelings. You should probably try to talk to her about that, since you knew she wouldn’t take your upset personally.

This one was arguably worse than the first one though, because instead of it being at your expense, it was technically at Spencer’s. The meme wasn’t mean in any regard, but it was making fun of Spencer for consistently getting “lost in his thoughts” whenever you were on a shoot together. Of course, Erin alluded to those thoughts being romantic in nature, which earned a few oohs and aahs from the crew and cast alike. You had felt your face get warm and tried to remind yourself you were on camera and it was all in good fun. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Courtney approaching you. “Y/N, Spence! Just the two people I wanted to see. I have a question for you guys.” 

Clearly, Spencer had intended on following you, since Courtney had greeted you both. You sighed as quietly as possible, before asking Court if you could sit down before you all got to talking. Your castmates followed you to a table, and you popped a piece of fruit in your mouth. “Okay, what's up?” 

“Well, we wanted to do a Guitar Hero stream next week. I know you haven't been on any of the livestreams, so I figured I’d ask if you wanted to be in this one. You don't have to play but if you sit and make commentary I’m sure that'll be enough! But of course you can play if you want to.” Courtney was always so thoughtful, and you made a mental note to thank her for always being so considerate. 

“Oh hell yeah, I finally get to show off my guitar skills. It’s been a minute since I’ve played, but if Y/N’s down, I’m down!” Spencer’s eyes lit up. He had been trying to figure out a way to impress you and gauge your reaction before he finally took the leap and asked you on a date.

Everyone had been encouraging him to do so for months at this point, but he still wasn’t so sure about it. Yeah, you blushed whenever he mentioned you on camera and you blushed a lot during the shoot today when Erin’s meme came up. But some part of him felt like that had less to do with reciprocating a crush and more to do with embarrassment. 

You thought for a minute, munching on your peach slice. “Sure, that sounds fun. Spencer, maybe you could teach me how to play?”

Spencer broke out in a grin, “Of course I can. Although I’m surprised you’ve never played it before, it’s an iconic franchise.”

Courtney worked out a few more details with the two of you before making their way back to their pod. When she had left, Spencer turned his attention back to you. “Have you seriously never played Guitar Hero before?” He genuinely was having trouble believing that.

Truthfully, you had played before. Many times. And you were actually quite skilled at it. But it’s been quite some time since you picked up and played it, and you knew you would be rusty. Plus, you were mentally hatching a plan. Have Spence “teach” you the game, play extremely badly the whole time, then on stream you can kick his ass on Expert mode. Perfect plan.

“I have not. I might have played once or twice as a kid but I don’t really remember the controls or, like, speed, since I know some of the songs are really fast.”

“Okay, do you wanna come by my place tonight after work? I have a bunch of the Guitar Hero games but I also have Clone Hero which will probably be what we use on the stream anyway.”

Oh, right. Not-so-perfect plan. If you were to be taught, you needed to be taught before the livestream. Which means you had to hang out with Spencer outside of work. You can survive one night alone with him, right? You’ve done it so many times before. Sure, it’s been a few weeks since you guys hung out, and with your increasing feelings for him you were sure to be awkward. But it was Spencer! Your best friend in the whole world! It would be just fine. Right?

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 8 continuation of your little date, I hope you enjoy! Also haven't proofread it because I didn't want to make you all wait another week for it. Sorry. You're welcome to point out errors to me. English words were hard this time, sorry if some of it is redundant. Part 7 | COD Masterlist | Part 9

Simon watches you from the corner of his eyes while you two walk alongside each other through the park. You’re tossing a ball for Wraith and the guard dog basically turned into an overgrown puppy at the sight of the toy.

It’s gotten late and after you spent the entire afternoon in the Café talking, Wraith needed a walk. Instead of saying goodbye you invited Simon to tag along. That’s a win, right? It’s a big step. You voluntarily decided to spend more time with him and Simon can feel himself vibrate with excitement.

“So an ex-soldier. What exactly did you do?”, you ask him while you toss Wraith’s ball for the thousandth time. You turn your pretty face towards him and he meets your eyes, puts his hands into his pockets and slightly shrugs his shoulders.

“Spec Ops.”, is his simple answer and you furrow your brows.

“Spe- what?” The confusion in your voice is adorable and Simon balls his fists, stuffs them deeper into his pockets so he doesn’t do something stupid (like pull you in and kiss you breathless).

“Special Operations. We weren’t really deployed somewhere permanently, instead they sent us wherever we were needed. Lots of stuff I am not allowed to talk about.”, he explains and wonders if you’ll be scared of him again.

When he looks at you, your eyes are wide. “Oh.”, you mutter and seem to think hard. It grows quiet for a minute and a small smile finds its way onto Simon’s lips. You’re chewing your lips again, seemingly troubled and who the fuck allowed you to look so adorable doing that.

“What is it, sweetheart.”, he asks, his voice warm and soft. He really hopes you can’t hear the lovesick undertone.

“I don’t know what I’m allowed to ask.”, you explain and grin self-conscious. He wants to lick the awkwardness off your lips (whoa okay, he really needs to get his thoughts in check).

Instead of doing that like a total creep, he tells you: “You can ask whatever you want, sweetheart. We’ll see what I can answer.”

You nod and think again. So far you haven’t protested his continued use of petnames. He enjoys it, enjoys claiming you with words in a subtle way. The only thing he’d enjoy even more would be you claiming him back. With words, marks, a collar, anything as long as he gets to be yours.

By now you’re walking closely besides him, and every now and then your arms brush against each other. It sends a shock up his arm every time, makes his neck tingle and his jaw clench in an effort to hold back, to not overwhelm you. The last thing he wants is to fuck up with you. As much as he wants to hold you he’d rather endure torture again than make you uncomfortable by coming on too strong.

“Why did you retire?”, you finally ask. “You don’t have to answer if you’d rather not!”, you immediately add in the same breath and Simon chuckles a bit at that.

The way you’re glancing at him seems nervous. It’s oddly endearing, like you’re nervous of misstepping with him. He quite enjoys that look on your face. Making you nervous in a way that doesn’t stem from fear is weirdly thrilling and he wants to keep doing it (would you be nervous if he pushed you up against a tree? If he used his height to his advantage and had you at his mercy? Would you be nervous if you had him at your mercy? God, he wants to be at your mercy).

“’s alright, sweets. Had a mission that went south, can’t really go into details. After that they set us up with a comfortable new life and told us to start over.” He can see the curiousness plain as day in your eyes and he wants to kick the officials who’re keeping him from just telling you everything.

Maybe someday he’ll do it anyway. Fuck if anyone can dictate him what to talk about. He’ll definitely tell you someday. Once he’s yours and sure you won’t run from him for revealing his past.

You cock your head at that. “Can you tell me about your team?”, you ask instead of prying and he could kiss you for that alone (he’s not sure he could have denied you, had you asked with your sweet voice and big curious eyes).

He nods at you and your face practically lights up with a big smile at the opportunity to finally get more info. He’s tempted to tell you every single confidential thing he knows, just to see you light up like that again.

“The lads are all in town. We’re four. Johnny, the fucker, owns a bakery. Flirts with everyone that comes in. People dig the accent.”, he begins and you perk up.

“Accent? It’s not the Scottish one, is it? What was his name…”, you seem to wrack your brain for it. “Mac…. Mac…”

“MacTavish.”, Simon supplies and you beam at him.

“I know that guy! His bread is to die for.”, you claim and Simon can’t really tell you that he already knows you frequent his friends bakery (he might have seen you there when he went to visit Johnny at work; might have worked out the times you go to Johnny’s and visited him more often around that time).

“He seems really nice but…”, you trail off and when you don’t continue Simon gently nudges you with his elbow to go on (you don't seem bothered by the contact, and he's surprised by himself for daring to do that so casually), curious what you might have to say about Johnny. You hesitate.

“Go on, sweetheart.”, he urges gently.

 “… he kinda intimidates me.”, you finally admit and suddenly Simon is grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Johnny intimidates you. Who would have ever guessed.

Johnny, who only recently teased him that ‘the cutie’ would never warm up to him because of his scary mask, intimidates you. Yet scary Simon is the one you’re taking a stroll in the park with. He desperately wants to rub it in Johnny’s face.

“Don’t tell your friend about it, but I can’t ever seem to remember his name. My friends and I refer to him as MacFlurry.”, you add, blushing but grinning mischievously.

Simon stares at you for a second and he can see the smile slowly drop and the apology forming on your lips when he starts laughing. He clutches his ribs, doubling over. Oh he’s gonna have so much fun with this information.

After a few seconds your laughter joins his as you’re helplessly giggling along, his booming laughter infectious.

“That…”, he laughs. “That’s great. Fucking MacFlurry.” He practically wheezes in laughter. Shit, he wants to marry you. Right here, right now.

Your giggle is beautiful and slightly bashful. Simon wishes he could catch it in a jar so he might listen to the heavenly sound again and again.

Finally he catches his breath and straightens up a bit, his eyes are twinkling, creases all around them from smiling so widely. He wants to tug you in close and thank you for existing.

“You know, sweetheart, I could always introduce you to MacFlurry and the others. We’re meeting up this evening. Wanna tag along?”, he blurts out before he can reconsider and your eyes grow wide and alarmed.

[dark-and-kawaii]

You’re stuff is amazing, it’s pulling me into the Zevlor orbit. Seriously though. Just wanna straddle that man’s lap. Insecurities about his past and old age? Just lick up his ear to the point and whisper in the sluttiest voice I can. “Should I call you Commander?” Nip at the point. “Or Daddy?”

( •̀ω •́ ) hehehehe~ it’s what I aim to do!!! Please fall into this Zevlor pit with the rest of us!!! Join us!!! :3 we have fresh baked cookies and Zevlor, what more could you ask for??? *bites my lip and swallows* ughhhhh babes yes!!! This is making me pant!!!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Daddy or Commander ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Pairings: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Lap Riding - Creampie - Tiny Angst??

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying teasing the man between your legs. You knew it had been a while for him, knew it’s been so long since someone straddled his lap and grinded themselves against his cock. It was easy to tell by the way he became so stiff and tense, like he wasn't sure where to put his hands. Or how to look into your eyes.

“You-“ his voice hitched- cut off when you began to move your hips a little faster, a little harder against him. You were driving him mad and he wasn’t even inside you yet…

“I~?”

The look in his eye could have killed you- had it not made you want him more. He looked so confused, so pained, yet in love all at the same time. Instead, a soft, pleased moan slipped out as he bucked his hips up against yours. His past began to haunt him, outcasted and tossed aside. Ridiculed and shunned. All the hurtful memories that would never leave him no matter how hard he tried to bury them deep, “You don’t need to take pity o-on me. Nor do you-“

You leaned down, kissing him deeply- silencing him, swallowing his words with your tongue. His lips tasted like the sweet, honey-glazed pastry you shared not too long ago.

The kiss left him dazed and panting, but his words never ceased. He couldn't let you do this, couldn't allow himself to be used and toyed with- not again, “The gap between us is also wide… I fear you are doing this for-“

You pulled back from his lips, staring him down, “Why does it have to be out of pity, commander~?”

The use of his title had his brows knit, and a low growl slipping passed his throat. He wanted nothing more than to flip the two of you over, and show you exactly who was in charge… But instead, his cock just twitched.

With a soft giggle, you continued on, leaning in closer, brushing your lips against his ear- nipping at it, “or would you prefer to be called daddy~”

His body shuddered- his control slipping, fingers gripping into your thighs.

He was going to break.

And you wanted it.

Needed it.

He needed it.

It didn’t take much to get him to give in. Lifting your hips just enough, he lined himself up- the tip of his cock smearing his precum against your damp folds.

He wanted to believe you- wanted to believe that your intentions weren't just out of pity or some sick joke. He wanted to believe that your feelings were real- that someone, did indeed love him.

And without warning him, with one single thrust- one single bounce, you were able to prove to him that it was the truth.

Your walls were so warm and wet, the feeling of his cock slipping into your depths was enough to make his head swim.

Stretching you out, you felt every inch as he pushed inside, filling you up. Every ridge, every vein. Hells he was large…

Zevlor tried to bite his lip to keep himself from cumming, but he could feel his ridges swell within you, your walls gripping him like a vice, and he had no choice. With a soft groan, his cum filled you.

You could feel his cock twitching, pulsating as he came. He was so deep, and you swore you could feel your tummy extend from how much there was. Gods, and those ridges on his cock were swelled so nicely massaging your insides. Your vision grew hazy, and with a breathless gasp, you came- clenching tightly around him.

His head fell against your shoulder, your own head falling back as you both groaned and moaned, lips parted,

“Tav-“

“Commander~”

Calling out for each other- you both came together, bodies tense and shaking, his arms wrapped around you… Your arms wrapped around his neck.

After a moment, the two of you began to laugh.

You weren't sure why, but you did.

It was just too good. Too perfect.

And as he lifted his head, pressing his lips against yours, you felt him grow hard once again.

[melon-fodder]

ALL YOURS • T. Hiragi

Summary: A store associate flirts with your boyfriend, and you do not appreciate it. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Word Count: 1Kish

Warnings: pwp, female-bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, dressing room sex, possessive behavior but it’s all good, dirty talk, p in v, creampies, reader is petty and we love her for it 💚

Scowl on your face, growl rumbling in your throat, you tug your boyfriend into the dressing room, shutting and locking the door to the little cubicle then turning to look up at him.

Hiragi stares down at you, one eyebrow raised, tiny smirk playing at his lips.

“I didn’t ask for any of that,” he immediately tells you.

Your voice is light when you respond, “Oh, I know.” Too light, too high-pitched, betraying the rage bubbling inside you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Sure look like ya are,” he snorts, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“I’m not!” you repeat, “I’m mad at her.” The little sales associate who batted her eyes and giggled and held up different shirts while complimenting your boyfriend. Your very hot, very spoken-for boyfriend.

“This color would look great on you. Your shoulders would fill this out really nicely.” Teehee, look at me twirl my hair and push my tits together, oh is that your girlfriend? Oopsie.

Even when you’d glared at her, she didn’t relent. If anything she tried to turn up her so-called charm, which is when Hiragi finally started catching on and let you pull him away.

“So, you’re not gonna yell at me?” he questions as if you have a habit of doing that.

You squint at him in confusion before shaking it off and stepping toward him.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you in this dressing room and hope that bitch hears.”

His eyes flash, mouth curling into a cocky grin. “Oh yeah?”

You hook a finger in his chain and use it to bring his face closer to yours.

“Yeah.”

You may be the one initiating, but Hiragi is the first to move, catching you in a searing kiss while allowing you to back him up into the little bench.

You’re glad you decided to wear a skirt—a little short, a little showy, but the ease of access can’t be beat, and your boyfriend proves it by slipping his hand under the fabric, rubbing your slit through your thong so that you gasp.

He pushes the flimsy material to the side, exhales when his finger dips between your folds to feel you.

“You really think I’d ever look at anyone else when I’ve got you?” he rumbles, teasing your hole as you fumble with his belt. “I’d never give up this pussy, not when she’s so sweet to me.”

You surge upward to kiss him again, trapping his bottom lip between your teeth, and he responds by shoving his finger deeper inside of you, causing you to release him when your jaw drops open.

Pulling himself free from his pants, he strokes himself a few times, still thrusting his finger inside of you, and when he sits down on the bench he uses that finger to guide you to his lap, pushing hard against your g-spot so that your knees wobble and you all but fall on top of him.

He adds another finger, scissoring you open before fucking them deeper into you. Lewd, wet squelches fill the little room, and Hiragi grins, speaking against your ear, “whole store’s gonna hear how messy I make this pussy. Is’at what you want?”

Maybe not the whole store, but definitely the perky little associate.

“Want everyone to hear how hot you get me,” you moan, growing more breathless with every movement. Fuck, Hiragi knows exactly how to touch you, makes you buzz like an exposed nerve.

You whimper when he slips his fingers out, but they’re quickly replaced with the fat head of his cock. He slides it up and down your slit a few times, gathering some of your glossy slick before he slowly begins to bully his way into your cunt.

“Ffffuck,” you hiss, letting your head hang back as you wiggle your hips in an attempt to accommodate him.

He uses one hand to guide you further down his length, the other still holding your panties to the side until he mutters something under his breath and takes a couple seconds to tear them in two, carelessly tossing them aside.

“You don’t need tho—oh, fuck,” he groans when you let yourself drop down until Hiragi’s bottomed out inside of you. “God dammit, baby, warn a guy.”

“But you’re so cute when your eyes roll like that,” you play, rocking in his lap as you get used to his size.

He growls, crushing his mouth against yours as he starts bouncing you up and down. Your whine is muffled, just like his promise, “gonna make your eyes roll so far in the back of your head, they get stuck there.”

“Sexy,” you mumble with a smushed smile, but he ignores it, fingers pressing into the fat around your hips, starting to move you up and down to his liking.

“Gonna make you drool for me, baby. Make sure you’re all fucked out when we leave so that little girl sees.”

You’re already fucking drooling for him, your mouth and your pussy as your arousal leaks out around his length. The bench leaves you with little surface area to use for leverage, but you manage to angle your hips just right so that the flared head of Hiragi’s cock drags against your g-spot.

“Gonna make me squirt, Ragi,” you warn him when you feel the pressure building. “Gonna get you messy too.”

“Good, that’s what I want.”

He bites your neck, teeth nearly breaking skin, and he reaches between you to swipe over your clit, growling when he feels a sudden gush of liquid against his hand.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, just like that.”

He doesn’t stop, keeps rutting up into you, hitting that spot so that you see stars. Your jaw hangs slack, barely registering the way he reattaches himself to your neck and starts sucking.

You squirt for him again and again, uncaring of his pants or the soaked carpet beneath you.

“I’m yours, ya know that?” he huffs, thrusts starting to get erratic—reckless as he nears his peak. “m’yours just like you’re mine, yeah?”

You nod mutely, feeling your muscles start to tense, body wanting to curl inward, but Hiragi doesn’t let it, not with the way he pulls you flush against him.

“Say it, babydoll,” he commands, cockhead kissing your cervix and pulling pitiful sounds from you.

“I’m—I’m yours.”

“And?”

The heat inside of you reaches its boiling point and overflows, your orgasm crashing into you, making you clench and spasm and chant, “you’re mine—mine, mine, fuck…”

He topples after you, slamming into you from below as he shoots lines of hot cum deep inside of you.

“That’s right,” he slurs, “all yours, baby.”

You ride it out, falling against Hiragi’s chest when he rests against the wall. Heavy breaths are passed between the two of you, a few languid kisses, then a groan when you clench around him just for fun.

“They’re gonna have to shampoo the carpet in here,” he mumbles, eyes closed, smiling.

“Sounds like a them problem.”

He laughs, a deep, beautiful sound that vibrates in his chest.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m territorial.”

“Still cute.”

You roll your eyes then dismount your boyfriend rather ungracefully, already able to feel him seeping out of you.

“You know what’s not cute? Walking outta here with your cum dripping down my legs.”

Hiragi flashes you an easy grin, taking his time tucking himself back into his pants.

“Want me to clean it up for you?” He asks, licking his lips.

It’s tempting. And you tell him as much. But…

“I’d rather let her see.”

He makes a strangled noise and swears. “Talk all slutty like that, and I’m gonna get hard again.”

You wink at him, double check to make sure he’s all zipped up, then open the door.

Hiragi follows you out, neither of you bothering to grab your ruined panties off the ground. You know your hair is a bit mussed, clothes wrinkled, and you are extremely aware of Hiragi’s cooling cum streaming down your thighs. That’s just you, though. Your boyfriend might look even more disheveled than you with his blond hair out of place, neck still flushed pink, pants stained darker over his crotch and thighs from your squirt.

It’s worth it when you run into the little sales associate, though. Just outside of the dressing rooms, as it happens. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes widen when she takes both of you in.

“Did—ehem—did anything fit?” she asks, forcing an unconvincing grin.

“Oh yeah,” you answer with a sugary smile, “we found something that fit perfectly.”

“Good! Glad to hear it.” She doesn’t bother to mention that neither of you are holding any clothing.

“Yeah,” Hiragi nods toward her, grabbing your hand and leading you away while calling over his shoulder, “thanks for all your help.”

[velvateen]

pleeeasseeee can i get some more luffy? i love how you write him 🥺

ive grown so used to you somehow - luffy x reader fluff

YESSSSS i forgot how to read and write but im back!!!

fluff, gn reader!! no warnings, just luffy being sweet af, same old same old

Ripples of hushed laughter slipped past your split lips as you tried your best to keep hushed, two warm bodies against the dark backdrop of the night. Nighttime at sea was always eerily dark, which made the stars stark in contrast to the seamless meeting of sky and sea. It was late, the sweltering summer day cooled pleasantly by the setting of the sun. Occasionally a warm breeze would threaten the flame burning in the lanterns holding the blanket down below you, but you didn’t pay it much mind.

“Even when I do this?” Luffy warped his face into some impossible expression, causing you to slap your hand across your mouth as you fought another laugh.

You were breathless as you nodded, “Yes, I still think you’re cute when you do that face.”

“Hey, come on, I wanna hear it!” he reached to pull your hand down before you slapped his arm in protest.

“Okay,” you whispered, “Seriously, stop, we’re gonna wake everyone up,” your tone was hushed buy the sincerity of your words dampened by the laughter cracking through. It didn’t help that his smile was so infectious, his face so warmed by the soft lantern light.

You both caught your breath, lungs exhausted from hours of laughing, and a deeper silence filled the space as it always has the tendency of doing.

You sighed, and as you looked back at Luffy to catch the traces of laughter residing in his eyes, you found he was looking right at you too, gaze unwavering.

You cocked your head, “What?” He mimicked your action, smiling as you saw eye-to-eye again.

“You’re so pretty!”

You lolled your head to the other side. “So are you!”

His smile cracked his face in two as he giggled, “I mean it!”

You sat up straight, and he followed, “What makes you say that now, though?” You didn’t realize that he’d scooted closer to you until he started speaking again.

“I always say it, don’t I?” He leaned a tad closer, bottom lip tucked into his lips, the smile never leaving.

“You do, but I’m wondering what exactly do I do that makes you say it?” He’s getting really very close now, you think.

“Hmm,” he makes a show of putting his fist on his chin, scrunching his eyebrows. You laugh, touching his forehead to make the faux frustration ease away.

“You do that!” He grabs your wrist and pulls it to rest in his hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours.

“Do what!?” Your eyes widen, searching desperately to understand what exactly he’s gunning for.

“Little stuff, like just now,” his thumb starts to rub circles into your hand, “you make me smile when you laugh, and how you like when I’m making stupid jokes,” he presses into your palm, a motion that calls you to look into his eyes, away from where he’s holding you.

“I just like being around you, and how you make me feel, and I like to look at you while you do those things. You make me better.”

The heat in your cheeks is enough to tell you that you’re blushing like crazy and, with a sweltering smile, you look away.

a/n HELLO thank you for the request sm i loved writing this it was so damn cute!!! please send in more ideas and i will try my best to fulfill them! sorry for falling off the face of the earth (one year closer to my bachelors degree) 😼🏄‍♀️💪

ALSO title from the lyrics of “lovesick blues” by hank williams hehehe

[starryeyedjanai]

counting the days till i'm coming home

lake monster steve fic steddie | Explicit | part 1 of 4 | read on ao3

The first time Eddie stumbles across the monster in Lover’s Lake is right after he fails senior year for the second time.

He doesn't know it’s the monster everyone talks about at first—because no one has ever really seen it.

People only talk about how there’s something in the lake, something that sometimes pulls people under, something that’s been there since before Eddie was even born.

He’s sitting at the edge of the lake—just watching it ripple, thinking about how he’s probably going to be stuck here, in Hawkins, for the rest of his life—when he sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.

His head snaps over to look—because for as long as he’s been coming out here to Rick’s, he’s never seen anyone in the lake.

But there’s someone in there now.

This guy, he’s almost ethereal looking—smooth tan skin, hair slicked back from the water.

“What are you doing in there?” he asks before he can stop himself.

The boy looks up at him, his eyes lighting up. He swims over to Eddie—he’s fast, probably faster than anyone on the swim team even.

“Hi,” he says after he stops a handful of feet in front of Eddie.

“Hi,” Eddie says, almost breathless.

He’s even more gorgeous up close, with his full mouth and doe eyes and moles dotting his face and neck and shoulders.

“What are you doing in there?” he asks again.

“What do you mean?” the boy asks.

“People say there’s a monster in the lake. You should be careful.”

A smile tugs at the boy’s mouth as he says, “People say a lot of things. But nothing’s ever happened to me when I swim here.”

Eddie nods. People say all kinds of shit, so he isn't surprised that the monster in Lover’s Lake is probably just a myth that got repeated too many times.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, wondering where this guy came from. He doesn't recognize him from school—he’d remember a face like that—so he must be visiting relatives or something over the summer.

“I’m Steve,” he says, drifting a little closer. “You should come in the water sometime. It’s nice.”

Eddie smiles. “Maybe sometime. Not exactly dressed for it right now though,” he says, a little ruefully, looking down at his jeans.

He kind of wishes he had the confidence to strip down to his briefs and dive into the water, feel its cool touch on his overly warm skin. He’s been sitting out here a while now—and now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember hearing a splash when Steve got into the water. He must have really been distracted by his thoughts.

Steve shrugs and wades back further into the lake. “I’m here all the time, so if you ever decide to come in, I’ll find you.”

Those words haunt Eddie after he leaves the lake, after watching Steve disappear under the surface and not seeing where he popped back up.

He sees Steve in his dreams that night, whispering the words I’ll find you over and over as he reaches out as if to touch Eddie, but the touch never lands on him. He spends the entire dream craving that touch, wanting it, but never getting it—just listening to him tell him he’ll find him.

He wakes up in a daze, thoughts only on the boy in the lake—his voice, his hair, the way his skin looked in the sunlight.

He slips a hand in his boxers and he isn't surprised to feel how wet he is. The dream was confusing and weird, but craving someone’s touch isn't new.

There have only ever been a handful of guys here in Hawkins that he’s been attracted to, but he’s always only ever crushed on them from afar. There’s no way he’d risk the wrath of some backwater jock by hitting on him.

There’s something alluring about Steve though, even though from what little Eddie’s seen of him probably suggests that he’s also a jock. But he’s not from here. There’s something about that that makes it less scary, thinking about approaching him, asking him if he wants to fool around.

Worst thing that could happen is that he gets the shit kicked out of him and can't go to Lover’s Lake for the rest of the summer. But Steve will be gone back to wherever he came from come September. A guy like him has probably got plans for college already neatly lined up, swimming scholarship or whatever sport he plays that makes him almost inhumanly fast in the water.

So he thinks about it as he touches himself. Thinks about going back to the lake and finding him there, waiting for Eddie.

I knew you’d come back, he’d say when Eddie dove into the lake.

Eddie imagines being brave enough to wade close enough to feel the heat of Steve's skin.

He’d say something like I came back for you or something equally as cheesy.

Eddie fucks two fingers into his cunt, the palm of his hand grinding against his dick as he thinks about Steve reaching out just like in his dream, but this time actually touching him.

He thinks he’d probably gasp at the first touch of Steve's fingers grazing his skin, touching his tits, thumbing at his nipples.

His breathing picks up as he thinks about Steve's hand slipping between his thighs, touching him like he’s touching himself now.

Maybe he’d spin him around and let him feel the expanse of his chest pressed against his back as he touches Eddie’s dick with deft fingers.

He’d press them tight together so Eddie could feel how hard he is for him, just for him.

Maybe he’d take him like that, right there in the lake for anyone walking by to see. He’d press inside him, stretching him out on his cock until Eddie's eye crossed from the pressure building inside him.

Maybe he’d turn Eddie's chin with his free hand and kiss him, slow and deep as he fucks into him from behind.

Eddie comes with his fist pressed against his mouth to keep the noises from spilling out as he clenches around his fingers, riding it out.

He sinks boneless into his sheets, still thinking about warm brown eyes and big hands all over his body.

chapter 2

[scoops-aboy86]

Epilogue (Secret Admirer pt 10)

The final conclusion! Because there were some loose ends I wanted to tie up. And @hotluncheddie, you got your Polaroids. 😜

wc: 2612 / rated: T / set after season 3 / also on ao3

In the aftermath, they talk. A lot. Especially after Eddie pulls back from their kiss to gasp, “Hell yeah you can be my boyfriend, as long as I get to be yours.”

Eddie tells Steve about how much his life had changed once his dad went to prison and he’d started living with his uncle full time, and how he’d always had trouble trusting good things at first. (Which probably explains some things about the ups and downs of their relationship so far, Steve muses eventually, and Eddie sheepishly can’t help but agree.)

Steve tells Eddie that he likes the trailer a lot actually, because it feels lived-in and well-loved in a way the house he grew up in never quite has. (Which Eddie gets, because Steve had written plenty about how uncomfortable he feels there sometimes, and how he’s never had a voice in choosing the decor or layout in his own bedroom.)

Eddie shows Steve how to roll the weed he bought into pro-quality joints; he’s a good teacher, it turns out, and praises Steve so much as a student that they’re both grinning stupidly at each other well before lighting up together for the first time. 

Steve admits that Robin had spilled the beans about his secret identity. After initially establishing that she wanted to trade the valuable info for something good, the classified information slipping out right after Steve had taken the brunt of the damage at Starcourt (not a lot of details given about that, but it’s fine) seemed fair enough, Eddie can grudgingly agree. And Steve, sweetheart that he is, adds that as soon as she had he’d been struck breathless. He tells Eddie about the loan Robin is giving him and how he’s about to start looking for a place, and that the trailer park is looking more appealing by the minute. 

Eddie explains the nerd stuff he’d spouted off the night before, after manfully holding back on giggling at the garbled version Steve repeats back, and explains what a Shelob is. When it turns out to be from those books that Dustin keeps pestering him to read—which, he now knows, is not exactly the same as The Hobbit. He admits to Eddie that he doesn’t know if he can do books that long; letters are fine, those are only a few pages, but it takes a lot of concentration to stay focused on printed words for that long and, after all the concussions, it tends to give him headaches. Immediately, Eddie starts falling all over himself offering to read to him, promising to do all the voices and “It’ll be just like you’re there in Middle Earth, Stevie, I swear!” Which is cute, and Steve is absolutely going to take him up on that.

For now, he’s content to keep cuddling and talking, with occasional kisses and little squeezes whenever it hits either of them again that this is real, it’s happening. They end up spending the entire day together, haphazardly working together to make breakfast that they share with Eddie’s uncle because, well, they made a racket as well as food and woke the poor man up. Steve is about to fall all over himself apologizing for all of it, for staying over unannounced, for sleeping in his nephew’s bed under his roof which is, like, probably not cool and all… Eddie just snickers next to him while Steve babbles himself into a corner, Robin style, then slips an arm around his waist and says, “Uncle Wayne, this Steve. He drove me home last night, graciously nursed me through the consequences of my most recent poor life choices this morning, and now he’s my boyfriend. Steve, this is Wayne. He’s the best, make sure to pour his coffee in the World’s Best Uncle mug.”

Which Steve does, and Eddie winces a bit when he hands it to Wayne with an overeager, “Here you go, sir!” 

That’s one of his uncle’s pet peeves, being called sir, but he hadn’t thought to give Steve that warning earlier and then suddenly there wasn’t time. On top of that, Wayne doesn’t take kindly to being woken up before his alarm. He’s the best, but he’s also a lifelong bachelor with a regular night shift and a bad back, for all that he refuses to take the bedroom again now that Eddie isn’t a kid anymore.

Still, it could’ve gone worse. Wayne takes the mug with only a mild grumble about keeping it down, which is pretty tame for him. There will be a conversation about this in Eddie’s future, not least of which will probably be a few blunt questions about whether they used protection, because Wayne reads the same news headlines he does and Steve lives on the privileged side of town and still has a lingering reputation of getting around and Wayne doesn’t know him like Eddie does. Which, sure, Eddie has hooked up with other guys, mostly not in the trailer because it’s a shared space and he is acutely aware of how lucky he is to live here at all considering he could’ve stayed a ward of the state if Wayne hadn’t agreed to take him—and with those guys, he definitely put out on the first date. If they could be called dates. He’s going to have to explain to Wayne that Steve is different, that this is a long haul thing and that Eddie trusts him. 

And he kind of can’t wait. 

After breakfast, they hop in Steve’s car and drive out of town and break out the joints they’d rolled, cruising around with the windows down until the high starts to hit Steve and he finds a shady spot to pull over. Somewhere secluded. There’s a blanket in the trunk because of course there is; they spend a few hours out in the middle of nowhere under the trees, smoking and talking more and working their way through the snacks Steve thought to pack before they left the trailer. 

It’s not a first date though, Eddie decides, just like their technical first kiss (that he still doesn’t remember, damn it) wasn’t their First Kiss. One of them has to ask the other on a date. Which, because he’s very brave, he finally does. 

Steve responds by tackling him into the nearby grass and rolling them around in an emphatic yes until they both have green rubbed into their clothes and red bitten into their lips, giddy and laughing and boyfriends, holy shit.

~

Their first official date is a picnic that they each bring their favorites to and share. When Eddie asks Steve in advance what he’s planning on bringing, just to make sure they aren’t, like, putting wildly mismatched levels of effort into this, Steve doesn’t answer. 

He just grins playfully and hisses, “Sssssecretsss,” and waits upwards of thirty seconds while Eddie tries to place why that seems familiar. 

By the time the bottom drops out of Eddie’s brain and he remembers, Steve is already dancing gracefully back from his flailing attempts at a one-sided slap fight, the damn jock. “Steve, get back here! No, you can’t just—You can’t use my own Gollum impression on me and then leave! Where are you going? Steeeeve!”

Next time Sober Eddie sees Drunk Eddie, he’s going to strangle him.

But it’s fine, they both bring their large picnic basket (Steve) and overloaded paper grocery bag that’s so full it has to be carried from underneath rather than by the handles (Eddie) to a hill overlooking the empty fields stretching away from Hawkins at dusk. It turns out they’ve both brought lemon bars for dessert, and spend a good ten minutes playfully bickering over whose are better until it ends with sticky, powdered sugar kisses and murmured agreement to exchange recipes. 

Which means Eddie is going to have to beg the recipe off of old Mrs. Anderson a few trailers down, who is always happy to bake for folks as long as they provide the ingredients. But hey, those lemon bars are worth it. And, obviously, so is Steve.

~

Their second date is a movie night with Robin, who immediately introduces herself as, “Hi, I’m a lesbian and Steve’s unlikely best friend forever, so that makes us friends-in-law. You cool with that? Because if not, we’re about to have a problem.” 

It’s not a problem. Eddie had a decent opinion of her before and likes her immediately based on that opening shot alone. They quickly settle into a friendly argument about movie genres while Steve sits back, beaming at both of them with a happiness almost rivaling that first morning of being boyfriends. 

Not quite, but almost. 

And after, when Steve comes back after dropping Robin off at home, he leads the way to Eddie’s bedroom with a finger looped through a belt loop on the metalhead’s ripped jeans and proceeds to test out some of the things Eddie had described in his letters. Apparently going down on a girl and giving a guy head aren’t as different as Eddie would’ve thought, because Steve only needs a little guidance on what to do (or not do) with his teeth, but when it comes to fingers, lips, and tongue? Twenty out of ten, Eddie has no notes. 

He barely has a brain by the time Steve is done with him. Not that he needs it to tug his perfect, rosy-lipped, keyed-up boyfriend up to show him what a musician’s hands can really do. 

~

Wayne takes a bit longer to come around to Steve. A chance comment about some sportsball game or other gets them talking and… suddenly Eddie might not be Wayne’s favorite anymore. 

Not really, he knows somewhere behind the ridiculous grin he’s wearing, because his uncle is nothing if not loyal. Eddie’s never been interested in that stuff, and he finds watching them bond over it incomprehensible yet fascinating.

At least, until Wayne gets up to dig out the old scrapbook, saying, “Think I’ve still got some photos of the summer Ed here tried to play T-ball.” Then Eddie jumps up and hustles a very amused Steve the hell out of there, insisting that they have a schedule to keep to and Wayne is gumming up the works. 

“Aw, but Eddie, I wanted to see,” Steve teases, pretending to brace himself in the front doorway while Eddie pretends to bodily shove him through it. 

“Next time,” Wayne promises with a self-satisfied air. He never gets to do this, none of Eddie’s friends have ever shown this kind of interest and god knows he’s never brought anyone he’s attempting to date around to meet his uncle—not that there’s ever been anyone who fell in that category, before Steve. 

“Never,” Eddie hisses, trying to sound threatening. And fails, mostly because he’s busy goosing Steve to get him through the door and laughing about the affectionately affronted look it gets him. 

~

Both Eddie and Robin come with Steve when he looks for a place, and a very pleasantly surprised Eddie pays up the five dollars he owes her when by the end of the summer Steve really does pick a small trailer on the other side of Forest Hills. And sure, Steve kind of de facto shares it with one of his kids—Billy Hargrove’s little step-sister, whose mom Eddie only really saw around while they were moving in across from the Munsons, so. Yeah. But Mad Max is a cool kid, and doesn’t give them shit for being so close. He knows that Steve has always wanted younger siblings, and that one’s just the temperamental tip of the iceberg.

Which is cool, because it sounds like the boys are shoe-ins for Hellfire and Eddie has a binder full of half-formed one-shot ideas that he’s itching to whip out and take for a spin. A sentiment that, when he mentions it to Steve, somehow ends up earning him his first chance to prove just how good with his hands he can be. 

And after, when Steve shyly opens up about the six little nuggets in a Winnebago daydream he’s had ever since his parents started leaving him alone more and more often, the collection of mildly feral younger teens makes sense. They lay on the double mattress liberated from the Harrington house—currently on the floor because Steve is determined to make himself a new bed frame, the crazy bastard—with sweat cooling on bare skin and Steve’s gay cherry well and thoroughly popped in every way either of them could think of, Eddie realizes something. 

Steve’s new room features zero plaid. The curtains match nothing, not even themselves, because he let Robin pick them out and she got a little whimsical with it. There are a few band posters—some of the bands Eddie covered for his second mix tape to Steve (which he know knows was the catalyst for them getting their shit together, even though he still doesn’t really remember that part), and one of the Corroded Coffin posters that Eddie designed himself—and some movie posters that Steve can get for free once Family Video is done with them. 

Mostly, though, it’s Polaroids: of Steve and Eddie, Steve and Robin, Steve and the kids, and various other combinations. 

Eddie never expected any of this to turn out the way it had. Hadn’t felt worthy of Steve, who has generally floated through life surrounded by the finer things and white picket fence dreams. It had never occurred to him that Steve didn’t care about having nice things, he wanted nice things. Kind, supportive, good things, regardless of what they looked like on the outside. Things that make him happy. 

And the handful of candid photos Eddie took of himself for when, for whatever reason, their schedules don’t line up? He knows those make Steve very happy because they have pride of place, tucked secretly between the mattress and the wall by the head of the bed. 

~

Life is great, which is saying something considering they’re still in Hawkins, Indiana. 

Eddie’s van is all fixed—the auto shop even offered him a part-time job because he’d identified the problem just fine, just hadn’t had the equipment to fix it on his own. The guys in the band are coming around to the idea that King Steve is actually kind of a dork underneath it all, helped in part by the many, many, many stories that Dustin, Lucas, and even Mike have unloaded on them before and after the summer one-shots that constitute their trial period in Hellfire as incoming freshman. He’s got Robin, who’s sworn to be his study buddy until, as she’d once cheerfully put it, either Eddie graduates or they strangle each other. 

But mostly, he gets to be Steve Harrington’s boyfriend. They sleep at Steve’s more often than not, letting Wayne have the actual mattress instead of that shitty old cot, falling asleep tangled together and waking up the same way. (Sometimes Steve still has nightmares, still occasionally radios Robin in the middle of the night on the walkies the kids gave them—Eddie doesn’t ask, just holds Steve when he needs it. He’s letting Steve come around to telling him what happened in his own time. Even though Steve keeps assuring him, so earnest it’s a little disconcerting, that “it’s over.”)

1985 had some major ups and downs. He wouldn’t trade any of it for the world, but this coming one is going to be different. He’ll start it with a boyfriend and, goddamn it, he will finish it having finally snatched his diploma and flipping Principal Higgins the bird. From there, who knows! 

He just knows one thing’s for sure… 1986 is going to be his year.

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[itoshiexx]

pretty

synopsis: when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you're so much more than pretty.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 845 | warnings: established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, insecurities, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but reader is implied to wear makeup, suggestive at the end!!, aged up characters

notes: it’s me, hi, i'm the problem it's me! i'm back with this idea i had while i was trying some clothes. kinda hate how this turned out but whatever, i'm sad

masterlist part 2 (nsfw)

you never really took long to get ready. it was one of the reasons rin loved you so much: you were practical with your outfit and your makeup, and very good at managing your time. for someone as the young itoshi, who screamed practicality, you were a perfect match.

it is why rin is standing up from his place on the living room’s couch, sprinting towards your shared bedroom — to understand why you are taking so long. if you don’t leave soon, you might be late for your dinner reservations. 

entering the bedroom door, rin spots you easily. you are standing in front of the mirror, with nothing but your underwear on, staring at your reflection with a lost gaze.

he decides he doesn’t like this gaze on you.

“what’s wrong?” his question seems to break you from whatever stupor you were in; his bluntness catching you off guard in an unusual manner, since you were used to your boyfriend’s direct nature.

rin is met with silence. your lips part and close several times, but nothing comes out. his brows furrow, and he takes a few steps inside to take a closer look to you. 

your hands are wandering through your skin — from the plush of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist, stopping at your tummy. then, they move further to your ribs, chest, shoulders, up until your neck. 

it’s like you’re analyzing something, although rin can’t quite pinpoint what it is. he could almost say you’re admiring yourself, if not for the slight furrow of your brows and the crisp on your lips.

“do you… do you think i’m pretty, rin?” 

your voice is so small it scares him for a moment. he wasn’t expecting such a question. nevertheless, rin takes a few more steps until he’s right behind you in the mirror, and his arms find home in your waist in a tight embrace. you shiver feeling the material of his white button up shirt against your bare skin. 

you feel his scrutinizing gaze from over your shoulder, and you have to fight the urge to hide. it’s silly, and you know; because you never have to hide from rin. he has seen you, all of you, way too many times. 

but there’s just something about this moment that makes you feel so little and so insecure, because the stupid voices in your head keep telling you bad things about yourself. and you also know that they are just intrusive thoughts, and that you shouldn’t listen to them, but right now it’s really fucking hard. 

“pretty?” he repeats, a little breathless. his eyes wander through every bit of you, like he’s trying to commit to memory. “you’re asking me if i think you’re pretty?”

you shake your head. “forget it, i shouldn’t have asked—”

“love,” rin interrupts your rambling, “you are so much more than pretty.”

you blink a few times, unsure you heard him right. rin’s hold on you tightens. 

“you are beautiful.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, still staring intently at your figure. “you are… god. you’re breathtaking.”

he leaves a featherlight kiss on your neck, and you can’t help but feel incredibly shy under his strong gaze. rin stares at you as if you are the most beautiful creature that has ever landed on earth, like some sort of divine being that came from the heavens to bless every human lucky enough to deserve to cross your path. probably because, to him, that was exactly what you were.

and rin was the luckiest of them all, for he was the one who you chose to call “lover”, the one that could spend every minute of his existence by your side, bathing in your glow, basking in the warmth of every one of your smiles. 

he was the one that could feel the texture of your skin beneath his fingertips and worship your body like some kind of temple, giving all the love it deserved. and if you were asking him that question, well… then maybe he wasn’t worshiping you enough. 

“baby,” his right hand leaves your waist and trails all the way to your shoulder, where he leaves another kiss. “look at me.”

you shake your head no. you miss the way his expression turns pained. “please?”

you sigh. you’re such a goner for itoshi rin. and he knows that anything he asks in that tone will be granted. so, albeit hesitantly, you do what he says, and meet his gaze in the mirror. 

the small smile he gives you is enough to send your heart into a frenzy, giving you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that always appear when it comes to him.

“you are everything good in this world,” he says, like it’s the truth, like it’s all he’s ever known.

then, gently turning you around to face him, he grips your waist tightly and brings his face impossibly close to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips are hovering above yours.

“and i will show you just how much.”

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[sugugasm]

FUN N’ GAMES — ft. fushiguro megumi

♱ sweaty mirror sex at a party with megumi.

CW : minors dni!! aged up! megumi, fem reader, dom gumi, mirror sex, doggystyle, usage of profanity, usage of pet names, slight choking kink, rough sex.

megumi didn't go to parties on a regular basis. he thought it was a waste of time, but since you insisted, he didn't have the heart to say no.

purple light radiated throughout the house, with various college students sipping from red cups full of what appeared to be the opposite of punch. a mellow r&b track hummed in the background as you and megumi tongued each other down in the dim hallway corner, oblivious to the commotion around you.

“baby, baby— we gotta’ wait. we’ll finish when we get home, okay?”

you kissed him again before reaching for his cargo pants, "c'mon gumi, i need it." you moan, your fingers unfastening the button. "it seems that you need it too, hm?"

“hey, we’re in public.”

“so?” you say, a smirk slowly twisting your features as you pull him by the waistband toward the bathroom. he let out a shaky sigh, giving in to whatever game you were trying to play.

it didn’t take much for him to loosen up, his fingers tickling your hips as he lifts your dress up just above your lower back. he kissed at your neck and shoulders as he grazed his hands all over your thighs and stomach.

“fuck, gumi.” your breathless moans were quickly covered by the palm of his hand, your head against his shoulder while he quickly reached to play with your wet folds.

“hush. be quiet or we go home and you get nothing.” the harsh tone of voice he used caused you to nod your head, although a bit taken aback by it. you couldn’t exactly blame him though. you’d been teasing since the moment you two stepped foot inside the gathering. with your bodycon dress hugging your curves and the small glances you sent him every once in a while— he knew it’d come down to this.

“baby, please do something— i’ll be quiet i promise.” megumi shakes his head, pulling his fingers away from your slit and gesturing them toward the counter.

“sit up here and face me with your legs spread.”

doing exactly that, you showcase your pretty pussy. your clit stuck out, begging for attention as you awaited for your boyfriend’s touch. megumi only sat there. he watched as your lips frowned into that cute little pout you always did.

“play with it for me.”

“gumi—“

“alright then, let’s go.”

you immediately shake your head, reaching your hand down to toy at your needy cunt. your fingers parted your folds so you could get a better feel. you were now touching your once neglected clit, your middle and index fingers working as one to rub against that perfect spot.

“oh fuck,” you sigh, the feeling of your cold fingers against your sensitive bud— making you flinch a bit.

“you’re so fuckin’ greedy, y’know that?”

you ignore his words, still rubbing yourself as he gets closer and closer toward you. megumi takes the rings off of his slender fingers and places them onto the marble counter. just as you go to remove your fingers, megumi wraps a hand around your wrist, “i didn’t tell you to stop.” he says, taking his finger and slowly entering it into your cunt. he began to move his finger around inside of you— poking at your g-spot.

you were working your clit all the while megumi was fingering you. the two of you worked in a team effort, bringing you to the ultimate climax as the feeling took over you. just as you were about to cum, megumi took his free hand and placed it on your jaw— forcing you to make eye contact.

“don’t look away, look at me. i wanna’ see your face while you cum all over my hand. can you do that for me?”

you nod, biting on your bottom lip so hard you could draw blood from it. with furrowed brows, you finally came. megumi’s pace picked up and that was when it happened. spurts of your juices poured from your cunt, wetting both megumi and some of your lower stomach.

“good fuckin’ girl. wanna’ give me another? wanna’ cum on my dick too?”

eager, you nod. “fuck me, megumi.”

“turn around, lemme’ see.” as you scurried to find your position, megumi unbuttoned his pants. woe and behold his hard cock tapped against one of your cheeks, megumi holding it in his hand as he lays a small slap on your thigh. “c’mon, open up.”

right about now, there was nothing but frustration bubbling inside him. his dick leaked of precum and lust— just ready to glide inside your walls and fill you full.

“hurry gumi—“

“oh now you’re in a hurry? afraid someone might walk in on you bein’ a slut huh?” he teases and you whine, scooting your ass back into his pelvis in hopes to feel just anything. he rubs the head of his cock against your slick before pushing into you slowly. you could feel him stretching you although he wasn’t even all the way in. megumi wasn’t the hugest— but he had width on him, not failing to leave you sore and aching right after.

“shit, baby— so warm. squeezin’ me so tight.”

he grunts, looking all around you. he gazed between the two of you, his eyes focusing on the stretch marks and other beauty marks that adorned your body. so lovely and so his.

“you feel s’good, gumi. do i feel good too?”

he laughs, taking one of your legs and lifting it onto the counter while the other stays put. “y’know this pussy’s good, stop playin’ around.”

he could reach so much farther from here. it appeared as though your walls had opened up more than you thought they could. you were grateful for the genre change since, had the previous music continued to play, you and your boyfriend would not have been able to make it this far.

“r-right there, megumi—fuck! dick feels s’good, baby.” your moans came out louder than anticipated, megumi’s hand having to, yet again, shield your whines and whimpers. by now your dress had risen above your tits, the two hanging and swaying with every motion.

“look at you,” megumi mumbles into your ear as he holds on to your neck, your eyes being guided to the reflection in the mirror before you, “takin’ dick like a slut in heat. you’re so fuckin’ nasty.”

“g-gumi, please.”

“i said look. look at how you take me— so full of me you can’t even talk.”

his taunting only made you clench around him tighter. your pussy was practically giving him a bear hug as he rammed into you over and over again. you could only sit there and take it, letting him fuck you however he wanted.

“aw, would you look at that. you’re gettin’ tighter. you must want me to cum, huh? i should fill you up and make you walk outta’ here with my cum drippin’ down your leg.”

you could see his eyes become sharper— just like his thrusts— as he stared at you through the reflection. you were beginning to go dumb. barely able to speak as you felt your orgasm approaching at a rather quick rate.

you began to fuck him back, throwing your ass back against him in an attempt to help reach that perfect spot faster.

“there you go, c’mon,” megumi encouraged, wrapping both hands around your neck— pulling you back enough to be able to hold your gaze.

“gumi— i’m- im gonna’ cum, baby,” you grunt and your eyes slam shut, the pit of your stomach fluttering as you hold on to his arm with your hand. you scratched and clawed at the flesh but he didn’t mind it— in fact, that’s about all it took for him to cum too.

“cum’ for me, babygirl. i’m cummin’ too—“

he presses his lips against your forehead as both of you go numb. nothing but breathy moans and whimpers escaping you both as you feel megumi painting your pussy white.

as the two of you continue to catch your breath, megumi slides out of you gently. your pussy makes a small suckle sound causing the both of you to share a small laugh. your now sweaty, worn out bodies share a brief hug and kiss before putting your clothing back on.

he helps you fix your dress and hair, trying his best to get it back to the way you had it done before your little mishap.

“are you guys okay in there?” you hear a familiar voice coming from outside of the door. almost as familiar as—

“yuji, we’re good. mind your business.” megumi laughs and you stay silent. a bit embarrassed at the thought of your loud whines being heard from earlier.

“oh— okay. i heard screaming, but i think i’m just really drunk.”

you hear the boy’s footsteps stumble away and your heart returns to it’s usual beat. megumi laughs and kisses you one last time, “let’s go home, pretty.”

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[etfrin]

god okayokay

reader is dewey and gale's daughter and apart of the "core 5" (reader, mindy, chad, tara and sam) and dated amber freeman in the past. though has severe ptsd from what had happened a year ago (and the fact that reader saw her dad die and almost died with him, if it wasnt for the fact that they managed to stable her) and reader killed amber to avenge her father thinking by killing amber brutally would make up for dewey. thought if she hunted down her father's killer, she'd feel better.

present time, she's living with chad and ethan in their dorm. her and ethan are in a relatively healthy relationship, but she never opened up about amber or what exactly happened back in woodsboro because she wasnt ready. in fact, he never even seen her without a shirt on (because of the scars from amber and richie), but once he walked in at the wrong time while she was changing in complete accident (since they share a room) and he apologizes PROFUSELY but he cant help but stare. hes not even disgusted hes just kind of mesmerized by her. she gets insecure abt them and he lays her down and asks her abt them, how she got them. some scars were actually from stupid little things like slipping on a skateboard while carrying around a knife in a sheath that wasnt secured all the way so reader started carrying around switchblades after that (which she used to kill amber.) but he cant help but kiss them and tell her abt how beautiful she looks with them. so im just saying switch virgin! ethan and switch experienced reader (lost her v card to quinn first staying there but its a brief thing and isnt mentioned after that) just really soft sex between the two, ethan being a caring bf and after, realizes hes fucked up because hes genuinely fallen heads over heels for the girl he should hate. he knows he cant kill her, so now he doesnt know whats more important; avenging richie or being with the one he loves. choosing between his family, or choosing a life he wouldn't have with anyone else with someone that he loves more than life itself.

may had of gone overboard but im in love w this whole idea

↳❝Scars | Ethan Landry❞ˎˊ-

Warning - NSFW | p in v sex, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), loss of virginity (Ethan), mentions of murder, scars and Ghostfaces. | lmk if I forgot anything!

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: okay so this was supposed to be a drabble then it was suddenly 1.6k words (don't ask me what happened), I hope whichever one of you requested this likes it, I TRIED I PROMISE and here's the link to request!

virgin! Ethan Landry x female! Reader

Ethan didn't ask about the scars for a week.

He didn't act any different despite seeing the ugly healed-up wounds all over your skin. Despite some of them being from playing around, most were from your fight with the Ghostfaces.

You thought he would be disgusted when he first saw them, the one second before he had closed his eyes, but there was no visible disgust on his face. Only concern.

And he had apologized so much that you practically pitied him.

Even now that you were on his lap, your lips tangled with his in a heated kiss. His hand on your nape, another hand on your hip. He hadn't ventured far yet, being as respectful as he could be.

All the while you felt yourself getting needy for his touch. After another heated kiss, you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Ethan's face was flushed with a crimson red, breathless from the kiss.

The hand on your hip went near the hem of your shirt and you felt yourself tense. "Can I?" He asked softly. You give him a nod, anticipating this time, he would feel disgusted. That he would leave you heartbroken.

He took off the shirt, his breath caught in his chest as your scars came into view.

The gashes were all over your skin. White healed tissue tinged with pink. "How?" He lets out a choked whisper. "Would you mind telling me how?" He said, again, his eyes looking into your so tenderly with no hint of disdain.

Taking in a deep breath, you nod and begin to tell your story, everything from your father dying and you killing Amber to get revenge, for the wounds you got from the fight. Everything.

"I know they aren't the prettiest to look at," you whispered, "I know I understand if you don't want to stay with m-" "Don't even finish that sentence," Ethan interrupted.

"Don't," he said in a firm tone, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with tears even if they didn't fall, he pulled you in for a hug. "You went through so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotions, filled with care and love.

"Let me take care of you, they're not pretty but they're a part of you and I love these scars just as much as I love you." He said you felt yourself nearly getting to tears as well from his words but held yourself back.

"Okay," you whispered, "Take care of me."

And that's how you end up under him, bare for his lips to kiss all over your scarred skin. You let out encouraging purrs as his kisses travel down from your neck to your collarbone. A small cut was there due to negligence while handling knives. He licked the edges of the scar. You sighed as he continued to worship your body.

He finally reached your torso, and a huge gash was there. He had stopped kissing your skin now, staring at the pinkish tissue that was a huge contrast against your skin.

'Now,' you thought to yourself, 'He's gonna realize that you're just not worth it, not with all the baggage and the scars on your skin that come with it.'

"I wish I could kill them," he whispered, his lips brushing against the scar. His words made you melt because it was tinged with truth. There was no doubt in his mind that he would kill them if he had the chance.

He pressed wet kisses onto the scar, making you let out a small sigh. He then crawled on top of you again. His voice was filled with nerves as he whispered, "I have never done this before."

You cup his face with both of your hands and pressed a small kiss on his forehead. "I have," you whispered, you had lost your virginity to Quinn so you were at least aware of what you liked or not.

"I could teach you," you offered, "Figure out what we like or not together." His doe eyes fill with relief and he gives you a smile as an affirmation.

"I would love that," he said, leaning down for another kiss as his hand traveled down to your soaked panties. He lets out a gasp into your mouth as he feels the material cling to your fold.

He panted, "Oh- you're so wet. Is that all for me, darling?" The way he asked made your cunt clench, so breathless and in wonder. "Yeah, E," you whine as his fingers glide on your clothed pussy, the slight friction making you gush out more juices.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, and you nod. He slides down the panties, and throws them on the floor, making a mental note to take it for himself later.

He pressed his fingers to your folds, sliding them across your cunt until the tip of his finger finds your entrance. You let out a small gasp, feeling yourself clench. "Can I?' He whispered, and again you nod. "Go ahead, E," you whispered.

The first digit enters, making him whimper about how tight you are, and how warm your insides feel. Your inner walls pulsate around the single digit.

He pumps the digit in and out before his index finger also joins. A whimper escapes your lips as your pussy stretches to accommodate his digits. "Is it good?" He asked, the nervousness mixed with heat in his tone.

"Perfect," you assure him, "Just crook your fingers a bit and you'll find a spot, focus on that for me, E." He eagerly does what you asked, his fingers finding your G-spot and pressing into it every time he thrusts his digits inside.

You moan, your hips bucking into his touch. Getting a bit more confidence from your pleasurable sounds, Ethan goes even faster. Your walls begin to pulse with the familiar need to snap the tension that was building but you didn't wanna cum so soon.

"Stop," you whispered and Ethan pulled back immediately with a questioning gaze. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, concerned, "Did I hurt you? I am sorry."

You chuckled, "Nothing like that, my love. I was close…" You bite your lip, hesitating about saying the words that you knew would sound crude, "Wanna cum on your cock for the first time."

His eyes widened at your request. He nods obediently, pulling off his shirt with one hand and taking off his belt so he can slip out from the rest of his clothes.

His cock looked painfully hard with his cockslit leaking pre-cum all over his length. He stroked his cock to elevate some of his own needs.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he whispered, as he slotted his girth near your entrance. His cockhead getting coated into your slick. You shake your head, "I want it, Ethan. So much."

He gives you a nod. He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he slowly slides into your warmth. Inch by inch, his cock stretches out your pussy, your inner walls molding into the shape of his length. He lets out whines as his veins sizzle with pleasure.

You felt his dick pulse and twitch as he whined, "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Your hand goes to his hair to harshly tug at the brown curls. Effectively distracting him from the overwhelming pleasure. "Sushh, baby," you whispered, "It's okay. It's okay." He groans, "Babe…" You hum in reassurance. You make your pussy clench around his dick. Your walls squeezing his cock so suddenly makes his hips jerk into you, his cockhead grazing your g-spot.

You moan near his ear. "Like that," you whispered, "Take care of me."

It took him a few more moments to get used to the vice grip on his cock, the wetness, and the warmth before he began shallowly thrust into you.

He pressed kisses all over your neck, your throat, your breasts. Marking the places near your scars so you can remember this night. Both of you let out noises of pleasure.

He begins to thrust deeper than before as your nails dig into his back and he gets faster as well. Humping into you now, his mind getting lost in the sensation of your velvet heat.

"Am I doing all right?" He whines as his hips keep meeting yours. "Perfect," you moan in reply. His hips begin to snap faster, his thrusts deeper than before, filling you up. You moan louder as you keep getting filled with his cock. Your pussy begins to spasm around his length as the heat fills your tummy.

You were getting close with each snap of his hips. "You getting close, baby?" He moans, his lips now brushing against yours. "Cum on my dick, please, babe!" He begs, as he gets more desperate, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their consistent pace.

Your free hand goes down to your folds to find your clit. Your thumb rubs fast circles onto the bud. You felt the telltale signs of your climax. Your stomach is coiling, just waiting to explode.

"Please, cum on my cock," Ethan whines again, his lips crashing with yours in a filthy open-mouth kiss. That snapped the tension your body was holding, you moaned into his mouth as your pussy began to squeeze his cock repeatedly. Your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. As soon as he feels your inner walls spasm and contract with a shallow thrust, he begins to cum.

He pants as his cum leaks out, too fucked out to pull out. You were both tired. Both emotionally and physically drained, it doesn't take long for you to sleep.

Ethan lays awake though, feeling the heat of your body beside him. Hearing you breath. He closed his eyes, and an image was in front. In which you're dead and cold.

He couldn't have that. He can't kill you anymore. Not after this. Not after promising forever with you, not after marking you and kissing your every scar.

He would have to choose in the future and he would choose you.

[bokutosbiceps]

‘tis the season | free!

haruka nanase/matsuoka rin/tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.2k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the free boys !! i would do anything to do anything domestic w rin like pls let me LEMME AT HIM. anyways, i left ikuya/kisumi/asahi outta this because i could NOT think of anything for them. AND ONCE AGAIN: REIGISA FOR LIFE, I AINT WRITING X READER FOR THEM. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

nanase haruka actually enjoys watching christmas movies. he likes to make you dinner (mackerel) beforehand and get cozy underneath the kotatsu while you debate which movie you should watch. 

haru always chooses to watch elf, for some reason. you don't know why and he won't say why. but you always end up watching it with haru’s head resting in your lap and your fingers threading through his hair.

“you're laughing.” haru points out during the snowball scene in the movie, a soft smile reaching his eyes and making them crinkle. you raise an eyebrow at him before looking back up at the screen.

“yeah, elf’s funny!”

“i know, that's why i chose it.”

“because you think it's funny? i haven't seen you laugh once, haru!” you ruffle his hair lightly, earning a small whine from him.

“no, because you laugh. and i like it when you laugh. it's nice.” haru says simply, not taking his attention away from the screen. you raise your eyebrows as you look down at your introverted, sometimes emotionally constipated boyfriend.

of course, he's said romantic and sweet things to you before, but it always catches you off guard. his blatant honesty always comes out of nowhere and squeezes your heart till you're breathless. 

you resume combing through his feather soft, raven black hair with your fingers and sigh happily. you're never exactly sure how to respond, but you knew that haru was never one for words anyways.

matsuoka rin believes he's a master at decorating christmas cookies. he stands behind you and tries  to make it romantic by placing his hands over yours while you try to draw cute little drawings on the cookies.

but it really just ends up in a petty argument, much to both your chagrin and your delight. riled up rin is one of your favorite types of rins.

“why are you fighting me so much? i'm literally steering you in the right direction.” rin points a finger at the lopsided christmas tree on one of the cookies. “what is that?”

“christmas tree.” you answer with a shrug, purposely acting with such simple resolve that it made rin exasperated almost immediately.

“why does it look like that, though? it's uneven!” 

“well, it has its own style!” a sly smile spreads across your lips. “looks like you could stand to have some, too.” you inch toward him with the piping bag in your hands, before quickly reaching up and swiping a glob of green frosting across rin’s cheek.

he narrows his eyes at you and grabs a piping bag from the counter, squeezing till some frosting squirts out and hits you in the nose.

this continues on for longer than the two of you would've liked, since now the kitchen and your bodies are covered in red, white, green, blue, and yellow frosting. 

“i'm sorry.” rin huffs stubbornly, taking a wet paper towel and starting to wipe down the counter. “i just wanted the cookies to be perfect.”

you chuckle at rin’s furrowed eyebrows and slide up to him, splaying your hands against his chest while you hug him from behind. “who says they have to be perfect?”

he turns around in your hold, a soft smile relaxing his features. he takes your face in his hands, and you can tell he's fighting the blush that is breaking out across his cheeks. “perfect cookies for a perfect girlfriend?” 

you smile and lean up to press a kiss to his blue frosting speckled cheek. “sweet.” you grin at him, licking your lips.  

“now, let's go get cleaned up, hmm?” rin flashes you a toothy grin before grabbing you, tossing you over his shoulder with ease, and carrying you off to the bathroom.

tachibana makoto is a master at decorating the christmas tree, since he's had tons of practice helping his younger siblings do it. you've not met another man with a better eye for design than makoto. there was one thing that he absolutely could not do, however, which would leave him totally depressed and helpless if he ever decorated a christmas tree by himself. the star.

sometimes he's tall enough to just stand on the tip of his toes and plop the star down, but he likes to get big and majestic trees. and he just can't do it.

he's afraid of the height. although it's a mere six feet up off the ground, which he already naturally is, it's something about getting up on a ladder and falling such a short distance onto the hard ground below that makes his stomach churn.

but, of course, he has you to do this for him!

“okay, ready?” makoto’s arms are encircling your knees and he's squatting below you, ready to lift you up whenever you’re ready. you've got the star in hand, all whites and yellows and gems and sparkles—it's makoto’s favorite thing. his weakness.

“ready whenever you are, mako!” you smile down at him and he hoists you up, holding steady while you situate the star on top of the tree until you're satisfied with the look. he carefully lowers you back down and holds you by the shoulders while you flip the switch to turn on the christmas tree.

the christmas tree glitters and shines in all of its white and gold glory while you and makoto look on in pure joy. he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and wraps his around around your shoulders, bringing you back to rest against his chest.

“couldn't have done it with you, y/n.” he sighs happily, eyes glowing with joy in the light of the tree you brought to life together.

yamazaki sousuke is way too good at ice skating, like, it should be illegal for someone to be so handsome, so good at swimming, have such a good heart, and be good at ice skating. no one’s good at ice skating! especially not you.

you couldn't really help it, though. you had seen all these ads of this new pop up ice skating rink with an attached rooftop hot chocolate bar in downtown tokyo and you knew you just had to take your boyfriend there. 

you thought it'd be cute to glide around the rink, fingers intertwined with sousuke’s, then stop for some delicious hot cocoa afterward. but instead, sousuke has to carry you back to your shared apartment on his back while you moan in pain. you'd taken a pretty nasty fall five minutes into ice skating, effectively twisting your ankle to hell and cutting the date night incredibly short. 

sousuke sets you up on the couch, a pack of ice underneath your ankle, a blanket spread across your legs, and pillows propping you up.

“here you go, daredevil.” you look up to see sousuke holding a mug out to you, and you take it with a smile. you peer down into the mug and smile up at sousuke with excitement in your eyes when you see what's inside.

“you made hot cocoa?” you asked excitedly. sousuke smiles at you and places a kiss to your forehead before placing his own mug on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“'course i did, you didn't get to have any downtown.” sousuke gently moves your legs out of the way so he can prop them up on his lap, holding the pack of ice against your ankle for you.

“how are you so perfect, sou?”

“perfect for you.” he gives your leg a gentle, what was supposed to be affectionate, squeeze. you hiss in pain and he grimaces. “sorry, sorry!”

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[buckets-and-trees]

Navy, Navy, Navy...

You dropped this man in my askbox at the beginning of the week, and I knew I knew him, but it took me a couple of days to figure out exactly which Steve he was...

And then I realized he's absolutely Buck's Eleven Steve...

Fandom: MCU Collection: Buck's Eleven Title: Bookings and Rings Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 650 

Summary: Our first glimpse of Steve's girl in this AU. Can be read as a standalone, you only need to know Bucky and Steve are putting together a big heist job for New Year's Eve 1960.

Content Warnings: hints of 1960s societal views, movement toward smut at the end (fade to black)

Logistical Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for spiffing this up and making sure it was up to snuff. This ticks off my first box in my @the-slumberparty Bingo Card B4 "Proposal."

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You lock and close the door behind you, letting out a happy sigh. You’re home. You drop your keys on the table in the entry and step out of your heels, clutching them in one hand and your travel bag in the other, then make your way down the hall into the living room.

You pause and grin at the sight in front of you.

Steve is sitting in one of the armchairs, relaxed, reading the paper, the bright afternoon sun streaming in from the window behind him. You can tell he’s had a fresh haircut since you saw him last week. He’s in a brown tweed sport coat and black shirt. He always looks good.

“You’re home early,” you say.

“Is that a complaint?” he asks, returning your grin as he lowers the paper to look at you.

“Well, you’re also in my home, not your home.”

“Until you agree to call my home your home, sometimes I just can’t help myself when I want to see my girl.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but the grin is still on your face. “Good thing you’re handsome, Rogers.”

“And you know I’m good for other things, too,” he says as he folds up the paper and sets it aside. “Now come over here, tell me about your day. Where were you?”

You deposit your heels and your sleek blue Pan Am duffel on the couch, then sit on the coffee table in front of Steve. “Rio de Janeiro.”

“Long flight then, let me take care of my girl.” Steve gestures for you to rest your feet up on his thigh, and as you do, he immediately takes one of your stocking-clad feet in his strong hands and begins pressing his thumbs deeply into the sole. You moan and some of the tension in other parts of your body starts to melt away. Steve smiles at that. “Tell me about your day.”

You do. While you talk, he listens, asks a few questions, moves to rubbing out your other foot completely, and then starts working up your calves.

When you’ve caught him up on the relevant pieces of the things that have happened the past few days, shared the frustrations as well as the funny stories, you finally ask him, “What do you want – I get the foot rubs when you want something.”

“You’d get this regularly if you’d accept my ring, honey,” you open your mouth to protest, but he shakes his head and continues, “I know, I know, you’re not ready to give up your explorations.”

“No, I’m not.”

“But you remember I’ve always got that ring with me. You say the word and it’s yours.”

You lean forward and kiss him, then say, “I’m not saying no, I’m just saying not now.”

“I’ll take you everywhere you want to go.”

You lean back a little and tilt your head. “I know.” You rest your hand over his heart. “And I am yours… just not your wife yet.”

“Yet,” he echoes.

You laugh then kiss him again. It’s a long kiss this time, one that has him eventually pulling you into his lap, and your arms are wrapped tightly around each other, lips and tongues dedicated to nothing more than connecting and expressing the feelings between the two of you.  

It only ends when you’re both completely breathless.

“What do you need from me?”

“Two things… I need to get a team into Vegas. Can you book them in?”

“Sure, leave me the list of their names and departure cities before you leave, I’ll put them in.”

“Thank you, honey.”

“What else?”

He grins and his hand slips between your thighs, moving right up to your mound. “Let me take you to bed and give you more reasons to make it hard for you to hold out on finally becoming my wife.”

[vodika-vibes]

Happy 650, love!

May I have a Crosshair modern AU? Maybe he's a self defense teacher, and awful smug about how quickly you're progressing and wants 'private lessons' for 'advanced maneuvers'? Def smutty 👀

Love all of your work! Even for clones I don't know very well ^-^

Defend Yourself

Summary: You’ve been in self-defense classes since you were a child, starting with karate when you were small, and moving your way up to more complicated self-defense classes as you aged. Recently you’ve picked up Escrima, and your teacher, Crosshair, thinks you’re his best student.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 870

Warnings: Smut

Prompt: Modern AU

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, Crosshair didn't want to agree with me, and I have a migraine forming, so it's all around not a super day to write.

“You know,” Crosshair notes as he walks up behind you, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve done this before.”

You pause mid-movement and toss a grin at him over your shoulder, “Well, if you’ve done one marital art you’ve done them all, right?” You joke, lowering the Escrima sticks and wiping some of the sweat off of your forehead.

“I’m fairly certain that’s not how it works, spitfire.” He replies lazily.

You shrug, not feeling up to arguing it with him, “Do you need the space for your next class?” 

“I’m done for the day,” Crosshair replies, “I’m about to lock up.”

You blink at him, “Ah, well then, I guess I’d better get going.”

He considers you for a moment, and then a small smirk crosses his face, “How do you feel about some one-on-one lessons? Right now?”

You tilt your head to consider him. Well, less him and more the way that his gaze is dragging down your body, and the way his dark eyes linger on the way your tanktop clings to your chest.

“I think that sounds like a fun idea.” You reply lightly, “Right now?”

“Yes, I think so.” Crosshair motions for you to follow him out of the main practice room, and into the much smaller solo training rooms. He kicks his shoes to the side and motions for you to take your position across from him.

“So, what are my odds of beating you?” You joke as you slide into your opening stance.

“Minimal.” He replies with a smug smirk.

You know he’s right, but, in full honesty, sparring is the last thing on your mind right now.

So you’re not surprised when he has your back pinned against his chest less than fifteen minutes later. One of his arms is pressed firmly across your chest, while his other arm is pressed firmly against your lower pelvis, keeping you still with ease.

“Looks like I win,” Crosshair murmurs in your ear.

“Seems like it,” You reply, a small grin lifting your lips as you shift and grind your ass back against his cock.

A quiet curse falls from his lips, but he doesn’t try to stop you, or even to adjust you. “You’re playing with fire, ad’ika.” He growls in your ear.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You counter.

Crosshair doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you feel his breath against your ear, and then his hold on you loosens. For a moment, you think that he’s going to tell you to leave, but before that thought is fully formed, he grinds the heel of his palm against your pussy, pulling a gasping moan from you.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” You gasp out.

“Good.” He grinds the heel of his palm against you for long enough that you start to rock against his hand, and then he rips his hand away and steps away from you.

“C-Cross-” His name is little more than a breathless whine, and he chuckles.

“Strip.” 

You lick your lips and swiftly follow his directions, pulling your clothes off and tossing them to the side. He watches you hungrily, stepping closer to you and sliding his hand down your side, pausing only long enough to roughly pinch your nipple. 

“What an eager little slut,” He coos, his hand slides back up your body, and he presses two of his fingers between your lips. You eagerly suck on his fingers, trying to show him what, exactly, your mouth is capable of.

Crosshair releases a low groan, “Is that what you want, my pretty girl? You want to taste my cock?” You nod eagerly, and he chuckles, “If I had known that you would be so eager for a taste of my cock, pretty girl, I would have pushed you to your knees ages ago.”

You moan at the thought, and Crosshair chuckles again as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, and then he crashes his lips against yours, his tongue dipping into you and mapping out your mouth.

When he pulls away from you, you try to follow him, but he presses a firm hand lightly against your throat, making you stop. 

Effortlessly, Crosshair walks you over to the couch and guides you so you’re sitting on it. A tap of your knees, has you spreading your lips and baring your pussy for him.

“There we go.” He murmurs, his gaze dragging against your soaked core, “You’re going to give me a show, ad’ika. And if you do a good job, then I’ll let you taste my cock.”

You regain control of your senses long enough to squint at him, “What’s your definition of a good job?”

“Make yourself cum,” He says bluntly, “If you make yourself squirt, pretty thing, I’ll even fuck you before I bring you to my apartment.” A single finger dips between your folds, gathering your arousal on a strong finger, “You’ll walk home with me with  my cum dripping down your thighs.”

The idea makes you clench around his finger, and he smirks at you as he pulls his finger out of you, and licks it clean, “Well?”

“I can do that.”

“Good. Then let’s see it.”