#mr hickey.... eat this man.

[hickeysgodcomplex]

Doctor Stephens: "Im a doctor of medicine mr collins. Do you know what that means?"

Me: BITCH DO YOU!?!?!?!

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆✮theodore nott✮⋆

part 2 /part 4

theo’s had a hard childhood, his mother sadly died and all he has left his father. his fucked up father. there’s no wonder as to why theo took up smoking, but this doesn’t change the fact that he’s completely addicted. every inhale and exhale takes him further away from the walls of the castle, just what he wants. just what he needs. despite his mother leaving him from a young age, theo continues his and his mother’s shared passion for learning, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s at the top of his classes but he’s doing pretty good if he says so himself. theo was also taught how to play the piano but avoids doing so because he thinks it reminds him of his mother too much. but if you wake up in the middle of the night, you might faintly hear a sweet sweet melody being played from the common room.. all the neglect from his father’s end corrupted his innocence growing up, and as a child Theo often spent his time in solitude. however he didn’t let this affect his relationships in his teenhood, and still chose to foster relationships- but only as far as friendships. Theo has never been in a relationship and the ‘sleeping around’ thing his friends so often did, didn’t seem so appealing to him. that is, until he saw you. he was sure you were new but when you first talked and told him you’ve been here since first year, let’s just say it wasn’t one of his proudest moments. from that moment he knew exactly what he was going to do. it took a while, his grovelling weirded you out at first- did he like you? was he trying to do this as a joke? eventually you’d realised it was in fact not a joke, and theodre nott actually did like you, yes. however did you know what to do in response? absolutely not, so of course you turn to everyone’s go-to flirting method: feigned dislike. it worked wonders while also creating a tense but playful rivalry between you and theo. did this confuse theo at first? slightly, yes. but was he also turned on by it? absofuckinglutely. in case it isn’t obvious, things did eventually get heated… everything about you had him going crazy- your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your comebacks, your scent, your hands, YOUR HANDS. gosh he goes absolutely feral over your hands (mainly because he imagines he’ll be putting a ring on it one day, but asides from that..) the way that they fit so perfectly into his alters his brain chemistry or something because trust me this man will be holding onto it and fidgeting around with it EVERY. SECOND. OF. THE. DAY. while everyone thinks he’s a complicated character, he’s actually not. there’s a limited amount of ways to get to his heart- food, hugs and hickeys. food: you know it, every theo enthusiast has heard this about a million times, all the more reason to believe it to be true!! he will literally eat his whole weight and won’t think anything of it, and will STILL be skinny af. hugs: this man needs his hugs just to relax and have a lil breather. a back hug, a side hug, a bear hug, straddle hug, you name it he will hold onto you like a koala! hickeys: alright, enough of our soft teddy, Mr Nott knows his way around your neck, shoulders, chest, EVERYWHWRE. there’s nothing sweet about this, he wants everyone to know who makes you a hot moaning mess every night.

#hmm should I do a part two??🤔🤔#y’all know I’ll do anything for my theo bby

[dilvuc]

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: hickeys

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jing yuan, caelus, luocha, sampo, gepard, dan heng, blade x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: mention of hickeys

『note』 sorry for the late update, i was waiting for the game update and i'm still on writer's block

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jing yuan

Jing Yuan could still feel the pain in his back after that night and his ass hurt like shit that he can't even sit down properly. Yanqing knows the general is old, but there's something wrong. His eyes landed on Jing Yuan's neck, seeing some bruises.

"General, did you get bitten by some mosquitoes?" Yanqing asked.

"Mosquitoes? What makes you say that?"

Yanqing pointed out to the male's neck, "Those bruises on your neck."

"Oh?" The general rubbed his neck before giving the boy a soft chuckle, "You'll understand when you're older."

"Eh?! I'm not a kid! I'm old enough!" The boy remarked. Jing Yuan just patted the boy on the head, "You're mature, but not too mature."

"H-hey…"

caelus

March felt awkward around the trailblazer and she was too afraid to point it out on why. She's not the only one who noticed it, the Express noticed, too. It's oblivious that Caelus isn't hiding it so well since they're exposed. They just left your home planet, giving you a good-bye after they seal the stellaron, Caelus was the last to enter the express with hickeys on his neck and collarbone.

"...What have you and Mr. [Y] been up to?" The pink haired photographer asked the male.

"Stuff…" Caelus blushed.

"Stuff, huh…?" March deadpanned. "You mean leaving some marks. You're still exposed."

Feeling embarrassed by this, the trailblazer hides his marks from the others. God, it was embarrassing.

luocha

"Goodness me…" Luocha mumbled while rubbing the spot where you left some marks. "I should be glad that my body isn't too exposed. My clothes covered my body completely."

"Oi. That's not fair. I want everyone to see it." You grumbled, wrapping your arms around the male's neck from behind. "To let them know that you're mine."

"I can understand that, but I have some business to attend to…" the blonde sighed. You sulked then sucked on the male's cheek, causing him to let out a shriek, "W-what are you doing? Are you trying to eat my face? L-luv!"

—

"Wow, did you get bitten by some?" Sushang pointed at the bite mark on Luocha's cheek.

"A dog bit my face…" Luocha answered with a blank expression on his face.

"O-ok…"

sampo

This is an unexpected surprise. Sampo is wearing a tank top underneath to hide his exposed body. It was weird and suspicious, why is he hiding them now? He blames you.

"That's new. Were you cold?" Seele asks the con-man.

"No. Felt exposed." Sampo answered.

"Huh? You didn't even care that you were exposed, why are you covering them up, now?" The butterfly pointed. She paused when she spotted you passing by and then she realized, "Don't tell me…"

Sampo turned flustered red with embarrassment. The great Sampo, embarrassed. You know how to tease and manipulate the poor male.

"My body hurts…" Sampo whined.

"Cannot believe I'm saying this, but…I feel bad for you."

"You should be!"

gepard

You're not too rough on him, but you did leave some marks on neck that the Silvermane Guards noticed that it was hard to avoid.

"Uh…Captain…"

"What is it?" Gepard turned to the soldier.

"Sorry if this is…out of nowhere, but are you feeling well?"

"What do you mean…?"

"Well…you have those marks on your neck. It becomes unavoidable to us."

Gepard was going to question the soldier first, but soon realized that you had marked him as yours last night. No wonder Serval was holding back laughter. The poor captain covered his neck.

"[Y]..."

dan heng

Dan Heng stroked the bite marks that were given by you. He was pissed off at how rough and aggressive you were with him. You're not sorry for what you did. A hickey is a hickey, so he's all yours.

"You have no need to go this far." Dan Heng sighed, hiding his hickeys.

"To prove that you're my property~ You're cute when you scream my name~"

And you were banned from his room.

blade

He doesn't mind the hickeys being exposed since he doesn't care, but you do. You've been trying to get him to hide it, but…

"Why? Don't you want others to know that I belong to you?" Blade asked.

"Yes, I do, but not that way." You sweatdropped at your beloved boyfriend, trying to cover the hickeys that you left on him, but he uncovered it. "Dear aeons, if Kafka or Silver Wolf asks where you get it, don't put me involved."

"They know. You can't hide it from them."

"...What am I going to do with you…?"

masterlist

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[decoraskei]

pairings ⸺ university student!fem!reader x university teacher!part 4! jotaro summary ⸺ your biology university teacher who you've been eyeing almost your entire time there finally decided to take notice to you despite you being known for a.. well, slut. tags ⸺ student and teacher (university), age gap, man handling, semi-public, brat taming, tit fucking/boob job, gagging, oral sex, biting, light choking, marking, discreet sex, fingering, provoking, cunt-slapping, rough sex, masturbation (?), riding, degrading, praising, slut shaming, making out, size kink, thigh riding, pinning, spanking, squirting, edging, eating out. word ⸺ 1,955 words 10,053 characters notes ⸺ this was another one i made before my joseph one so technically this was my first lol. again thank you to anyone who wants to read this EXCEPT for minors, minors please dni.

The silence in this classroom was unnerving.

It was the fact that your friends all changed their mind last minute and once you had already settled in the biology classroom, we all agreed to go to before they ditched you. now here you were, stuck with the biology teacher you have had a crush on ever since you started going to this university and two other classmates…

Mr. Kujo. From what you know and heard, he's going through a divorce and even has a daughter. He was 6'5 and muscular. It was safe to say he was attractive since he got most of the girls hot and bothered. It wasn't just that he was a hot divorced teacher though, it was the way he spoke down on the people who didn't take their classes seriously and it almost made me wonder if he could do just as well in bed.

So here you are, sat staring and dazed by the drop-dead gorgeous man's voice echoing through the classroom. It was bad enough that none of your friends were here but it got even worse when the two others had good excuses to leave which left just you and him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he asked you a question directly.

"Are you listening?" His tone was low but not like he was angry, or maybe but you were too entranced to pay attention right now.

"Yes Jotaro." You smirked and made direct eye contact with him. Seeing the annoyed expression slowly filling his face in when you called out to him by his name.

"Watch it." This time his almost dangerous and sharp words sent a shiver down your spine and straight to where you needed him most, an almost pulsating feeling taking over for a few mere seconds before you looked back to him and noticed the unmistakable boner straining at his pants and goodness gracious was it large.

It was impressive how he managed to compose his emotions and speak clearly despite his little issue. You stifled a laugh and he knew you knew now. He huffed and sat back down in his seat, shifting rather uncomfortably and leaning back. Standing up and the heels of your shoes clicked as you made way over to his desk to sit on it and make yourself comfortable.

"Is that cause of me?" He stayed silent and you knew he'd never dare to admit it but he didn't have to cause you could already tell, it made you a little prouder. Maybe being ditched wasn't that bad.

Your gaze quickly shifted to the key on his desk and you could only assume it was for the door, so without thinking you took it off the desk, snatching it and quickly moved to lock the door. When you turned back around, you saw he looked shocked but intrigued and when you saw him pat his lap, I knew what was going to happen next.

Tossing the keys onto the desk you straddled one of his thighs and he messily slammed his lips onto yours. Between the noises of muffled groans and the sloppy making out was you lightly grinding onto his thigh and feeling myself get wetter and wetter with every second. Your lips parted with a pop then he went to attack my neck and lay out a series of hickeys which you already accepted that you'd feel proud of after this. It was until he picked you up and put you onto his desk that everything was calm, it caught you by surprise the way he split your thighs open and stared at the now wet fabric standing in his way of where he was obviously headed but don't fret, he solved this by ripping the panties off you and you couldn't help but gasp at how easily he did it.

With no warning or preparation, he went at it with his tongue flickering on your clit intensely, it wasn't unexpected just too quick and as embarrassing as it was to admit it but it almost made you want to cum from just that, the way his tongue flexed against the folds and ate you out hungrily like a starved man made you want more. Your hand wandered to take his hat off him and grab at his hair pathetically almost like a futile attempt to stop him but he could see from the way your back arched that you wanted otherwise.

All was well until you felt two long and slim fingers prodding at your entrance before making their merry way into you and you swore you felt your soul leave your body when he made eye contact for a few seconds before refocusing on what was now his meal. Of course you weren't quiet during this, who would be silent if you had someone going at your pussy like you were their biggest enemy? You were loud and he furrowed his brows in obvious annoyance that you couldn't hold back the obvious string of whines and moans which he solved by stopping and giving a few soft slaps to your already puffy and swollen clit. Then you felt it -- something snapped and you threw your head back against the table and got louder, gripping his hair and the edge of the table with a painful hold. Your eyes were going back and you could see stars for a split second before you blinked and realized he stopped only to look down and see his face completely wet and you realized you had squirted and began crying.

"Good grief." Something about the way he said it made you quiver and before you knew it and although the tears from the aftershock of the orgasm were still pouring a little he straightened up and reached out to rub them away and as if you didn't just have the best orgasm of your life, you felt yourself get horny all over again. He sat back down on his chair obviously spent but you weren't done yet and instead you took off your blouse and unclipped your bra to let loose to your tits as he watched with a certain desire in his eyes you couldn't quite make out. You get onto the ground in front of him and you make an effort to try and get the two belts off, struggling a little bit and fumbling but you manage, you take in the sheer length of him and wished he'd put this glorious thing in you first before anything and then you had an idea. You pumped his chair down a little and squeezed your tits together a little before taking his shaft into your hand and oh lord was it even bigger when you held it.. You slide his length in between the two soft mounds and do your thing as he leans his head back and groans with his grip on the arm rests looking severe.

The more you moved up and down the length of his dick the more precum started to leak out of the pretty and nicely shaped tip, you started to wonder what kind of demented woman would divorce her husband when he was someone like Jotaro. You were zoning out and you only snapped out of it when he came all over your tits and to him you looked like you were in a trance.. You scooped up a little of the liquid off your cleavage and tasted it whilst maintaining eye contact and it only seemed to drive him more… You were about to stand up when he grabs a load of your hair, you let out a gasp and he grabs a hold of his shaft to smear some of the left over cum onto your lips and slap it a little before prodding open your lips and shoving you down which made you gag and sent tears nudging at your eyes again.

"Slut." You heard his words echo in the empty class but also felt it echoing through your head as he forced your head up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. It almost felt right the way he was using your throat like this and you looked up at him to see him smirking before taking his other hand to wipe the tears away again and caress your cheek almost like he was trying to comfort you through this. He continued bringing you up to the point where your lips reached his tip and then down to where your nose touched his pelvis and you could tell he was enjoying this rhythm since the small grunts and groans were giving it away, eventually he came down your throat and you didn't even have the option to swallow because he decided for you.

He pats his lap again for you and you straddle him quickly on the chair reaching down to grab a hold of his cock to line it up to your entrance before you slowly lowered yourself, he held a dangerous grip on your waist before it slid up your side and massaged your tits a little, playing with the flesh and the nipple between his index finger and thumb. You couldn’t help but let out a loud string of moans as you started to move up and down on him, the feeling of him slipping in and out of me was way too much and he yet again solved this issue by taking his hand off my tit to reach it up to my neck to lightly squeeze it with a warning.

“Quiet down.” You swallowed the rest of the moans prodding at your lips and just moved up and down silently as his hand stilled at your neck and the other going to your waist and pulling you forward so that you could wrap your arms around his neck and he could have easier access to grab your ass with a rough grip on it.

“We have thirty minutes left, hurry.” With that you started going faster and it got even harder trying to hold back the lewd sounds since you were close. Sooner or later you came and he ended up cumming inside.

You pull off him and think you were finished, the feeling of relief and satisfaction left completely when he stood up and pushed you against the wall so you were facing it and pinning you to it. You understood without him having to say much and bent over so your ass was pressed against his still hard cock and you felt him slip in quick.

“Good girl,” He muttered before he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulders as you held the wall with one hand. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began plunging into you, you yelped out and moaned loudly but he was quick to silence you and cover your mouth. The sound of skin on skin was now audible as he bullied your insides, his pace quick as if there was no tomorrow. He bit down on your shoulder as if trying to silence himself and you reached your free hand down to your clit.

Sometime later his thrusts got sloppier and uneven, though he was still quick and you couldn’t keep up yet. Then he slowed down and with two more thrusts he came with his hips stilling. Your hips connected together like puzzle pieces before he pulled out to rest his now softening cock on your ass.

The worst part was he put on his pants on then kissed you and left, you were in disbelief but it was hot how he used you. Your gaze flickered to the paper on the table and you took it.

“Come by tomorrow.”

thank you sm for reading!! i know it may not be the best considering my overusing of 'before' & 'and' but i hope to improve in the future!! (i hardly have motivation to write) if you have any requests for the next one just send a few tag suggestions/what you want in the fic and if its a character i dont rlly know then ill look at some clips or read about the character so i can try make it possible 4 u! tysm <3

[bangchansgirlsblog]

i’ve been craving this for ages and finally decided to request upon it!!

stray kids x little sister reader (she’s about 17/18) she has been having a secret relationship with one of her school teachers called Mr. Kang (name inspo from song kang) and she has a “sleepover” arranged with her friend for a week.. on day 3 the boys went for a group walk and saw y/ns friend with her family but without y/n. The boys go over and find out that you were never staying with her.. They check your location after panicking only to realise it’s your teacher Mr. Kang’s house. They log into your computer and find all the messages between Kang and you. They are infuriated, when you return back.. let’s just say it’s hell reincarnated.

Thank you daddy- I mean Mr.Kang.

Part one.

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"We can't keep doing this.." she whispered through her heavy breathes. Her skirt was slowly riding up her thigh as her pink laced panties were slowly being exposed.

Her face was red due to the heat from the make out session she was just in. Her shirt now unbuttoned halfway exposing her bra.

"What do you mean baby," he whispered in her ear as his hands slowly wondered around her body. "Jump for me princess,"

She wasn't thinking at all. The thought of being pleasured by him was all she could think about. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he slowly put her on top of the desk, knocking down books and papers to the floor.

"My brothers are gonna find out about us soon Mr.Kang. They'll kill me-"

"Shhh, we'll worry about that later bunny," he hushed her while slowly unzipping her skirt.

"Mr.Kang just- uhm," a moan escaped her mouth as his lips made contact with her sensitive skin. She was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and the hickeys that she received from a few hours ago were on display.

She felt good. She loved him. She loved being with him. She loved every moment with him but it was so wrong. Their relationship was so wrong. It had been 3 months. They had been going for 3 months and she still wasn't caught. It was baffling.

Their relationship only began during summer. She had no idea that he would end up being her teacher. They had met at one of the concerts the boys were doing. He had come with his friends and he really didn't want to go but his friends had convinced him too and when he set his eyes on her, he couldn't look away. She was beautiful and he knew he wanted her.

"Do you feel-" his deep voice was interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n's eyes widen as she jumped off the desk and started to fix herself.

"Who is it?" He called as he too tried to fix himself.

"Mr.Kang? It's Chan. Y/n's brother," a familiar voice replied. He looked over at her small body and saw she had managed to get herself together quite quickly and started to collect her books.

"Come in!"

The door opened and a happy looking Chan walked in. His face was glowing and his hair was covered with a beanie meaning he had just come from the studio.

He quickly said a quick hello before helping Y/n grab her bag. "I hope you guys had a good study session. Thank you so much for watching her Sir," he thanks the older man.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me. She was an Angel and I hope, with all the studying we've done, she'll pass the next quiz," he had a smirk on his face. A smirk Y/n hated. He knew what he was doing.

"Well, I'll make sure to make her study more. Other than that. Have a good weekend," Chan gave him one last smile before waving goodbye and leaving the room with Y/n right behind her.

**

"Why do you look so red?" Chan asked when they got into the car. He had been watching and analyzing her for the past 5 minutes. "Do you not feel well?" He asked.

"No Channie, it was just really hot in there and I've been studying for hours," she sighed and played with her skirt.

"Oh, makes sense. Do you wanna eat something? We can stop for some hotpot-"

"No actually, I'm really tired Oppa. Maybe later in the evening?"

"Yeah that sounds fine, we can go with the boys," he replied and got his phone out of his pocket to text the family group chat.

They had a family group chat because once when they were traveling for one of their tours, I.N and Han thought it would be a good idea to disappear from the group which led them to missing their flight and Chan was so mad he made sure to make a group chat for whenever they had to split up.

Y/n looked out the window. The past few hours running through her mind. The thoughts making her feel wet under there as she thought about the way Mr.Kang would touch her, make her feel good, make her feel like-

One message:

Come over to mines tomorrow. Sleepover😘

The butterflies in her stomach started to dance once again. Her tummy doing somersaults making her feel all giddy and excited.

"Oppa? Can I go to Franchesca's tomorrow for a sleepover?" She looked over at her brother.

"Again? You've been going over there so much! We barley get time with you," he pouted earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"It's just for one night, I'll be back in the morning and we can hangout. All of us,"

He didn't look convinced but yet again, who was he to say no? This was his little sister. Their only girl in the family.

"Fine but make sure to tell Leeknow. You know how he gets," he shrugged and turned back his phone.

"Okay okay! Thank you, thank you," she giggled and jumped on him while kissing him all over his face.

"Okay okay, enough," he playfully rolled his eyes and raffled her hair.

**

Her night consisted of watching the boys do practice and have a big fat nap on the couch as they figured out the music part of it all. This was a routine most of the times after school. One of the boys would pick her up and then she would come over to the JYP building and watch the boys practice or record they even made her her own little corner in the 3 racha studio where she could do her homework and decorate it is much as she wanted to.

They really did love their little sister.

"Okay shall we go?" Han asked her since he was the last one closing up the studio. All the other boys were already down stairs waiting for them.

She grabbed her sweater and nodded, "yeah let's go jisung, I'm hungry," she groaned and carried her bag on one shoulder.

He chuckled and locked the doors and quickly made their way downstairs.

When they arrived at the restaurant and started to eat. Chan brought up the sleepover which leeknow was not so happy about.

"I don't, I just don't like them. I don't like their lifestyle and you've been over there too much jagi," he explained as he picked up the chopsticks.

"Please leeknow, she literally comes over all the time,"

"Yeah I know but I don't have a good feeling about this weekend, my older brother instincts are tingling," he looked over at the other boys trying to get some support.

"She'll be gone for one night Hyung, just let her go," Changbin backs her up. He thought about it for a bit before finally agreeing but only on one condition.

"You have to call me when you get there and I have to speak to her parents,"

Busted.

She giggled nervously before nodding, "Ofcourse min, I will. I promise," she played with her ring. A thing she only does when she's nervous and from the corner of Hyunjin's eyes, he noticed instantly and he knew for a fact something fishy was going on.

"So this sleepover...is it just the two of you?" Hyunjin asked while taking a sip from his cocktail.

"Yeah it will be, we're thinking of watching a movie-"

"What movie?" He cut her off quickly. "And what time will you leave tomorrow?"

"Hyung, chill. What's going on?" Han laughed and shoved him a little.

"Nothing...just curious," he shrugged and lifted one eyebrow. The restaurant was a bit empty and the service was good so when the waitress interrupted their conversation by giving them their bill she was so thankful because the conversation was no forgotten about.

**

"I just know it Changbin, I know she's lying about something," Hyunjin was pacing back and forth in the living room. Half the house was asleep and most of the boys were in their rooms.

Hyunjin and Changbin had decided to stay up and watch a movie. Leaving them alone in the living room.

"Why do you think she would lie about a sleepover Jinnie? I mean surely she wouldn't lie to us about that,"

"But Changbin, you know how suspicious she's been acting. Always over at Franchesca's. Staying for after school activities. Always coming home late. Changbin it's obvious she's doing something behind our backs,"

"Have you talked of Chan about it?" He asked while slowly taking a sip out of his mug.

"No, I just thought about it while we were at dinner. I need solid proof because if I tell Chan, he'll go absolutely crazy,"

"You're right, maybe we can check her phone while she's sleeping or something," Changbin suggested.

"Do you know her password?"

"No but she keeps it in her journal and I know where that is-"

"Her journal! Changbin that's it! We need to read her journal. Maybe she put down what she's doing in there," he whisper-shouted.

"Are you crazy?!" He whispered back, "that's like intruding her privacy Hyunjin! What if we don't find anything at all then it'll be a waste and she'll be mad,"

"I know I'm not wrong Binnie! I can feel it,"

"I hope you're right because if she finds out, we'll be the worst brothers of the century," he sighed and massaged his temples.

**

"Make sure to call if you need anything, okay?" Leeknow gave her assurance as he kissed her goodbye.

"And don't eat anything your not used too or don't know about!" Chan added and gave her a hug.

"I won't Oppa," she giggled and waved goodbye as she made her way to the car where the driver awaited her.

Once they saw the car drive away everyone disappeared doing their own thing while Hyunjin and Chan where on a mission. A big mission.

They went straight to her room and started looking for a journal.

"This feels so wrong," Changbin said as he opened and closed drawers.

"I know Hyung but we have too," he replied quickly and looked through her closet. It was long until they found out and it actually made Hyunjin laugh at the fact that their little sister sucked when it came to hiding her stuff from them.

"I found it!" He yelped and pulled out the book. It was old and quite beaten up but that didn't matter at all. Hyunjin made sure to remind himself to buy her a new one later.

"Okay! What does it say? What does it say?!" Changbin shrieked excitedly.

They sat on her bed and started to go through the book. Page by page by page. It was hours and hours reading boring things about highschool and boys and drama.

Hyunjin was about to run mad but Changbin was eating all the drama up. He was actually impressed at how interesting their little sisters life was.

"We're never going to find anything!" Hyunjin groaned when he looked at the time.

"I mean we can skip the parts? When did she start acting suspicious?"

"I'll say like 2-3 months ago, I don't know! What do you think?"

"I think it started during summer," Changbin commented.

"Then let's go look from there," Hyunjin started to skip the pages until finally.

September 27th 2023.

**

“….and we’re going to be making cookies. I just really hope everything goes well and my brothers don’t find out about this. Wish me luck!” Hyunjin slammed the book shut after finishing the last sentence.

He looked up at the boys who were listening to everything. His blood was boiling as he looked over at Changbin who was equally as angry.

They were shocked and traumatized.

What the hell was Y/n thinking?

[even-in-arcadia]

I was rereading "Lovers of the Human Flesh" by Caleb Crain as one does and I was very struck by two particular lines in relation to one Cornelius Hickey:

Incorporating what you love is a sure way to see that it never escapes from you.

and

Eating something is a way of keeping it with you forever, but it is also a way of destroying it.

I don't need to delve into the implications for Hickey's actual cannibalism - that's been done by those better (and more attached to Hickey) than I. What I want to talk about more is this concept in relationship to Hickey's ambitions to godhood.

Hickey has a plan always, at all times. It's a plan that shifts based on what seems best for him, what seems most convenient, and whatever he thinks his relationship to Crozier is at any given moment. They all essentially make sense in a scrappy, aggrieved, mutiny kind of way. Until: Solomon Tozer tells him, horrified, that he witnessed the Tuunbaq eat Mr. Collins' soul. Hickey says, specifically, that this merits a change in plan. He spends a long time by himself on a hill doing --we'll never know what.

EC/Cornelius Hickey, a man who clearly has never known a love that didn't turn on him or leave, has determined to be become melded to the Tuunbaq, an eater of souls. Gibson turned on him by falsely representing their relationship to Irving; Crozier turned on him by denying the "clear" bond they had and denying Hickey's gift of Lady Silence; he's been betrayed by this entire voyage that was supposed to take him to Oahu. Who knows what other loves have betrayed him.

If the Tuunbaq can eat souls, if Hickey can become connected with that power, then perhaps he too will be able to incorporate souls! Perhaps he will be able to finally ensure that something, someone will never turn on him. And if those souls must be destroyed in the process, what is it to him? Has the world not spent his entire time on earth trying to destroy him? (Conjecture: but given what we learn of him, the Nagaitis lore, and the cultural & economic context in which he exists, I think this is reasonable.) He yells into the Arctic air:

Bugger Victoria! Bugger Nelson! Bugger Jesus! Bugger Joseph, bugger Mary! Bugger the Archbishop of Canterbury! NONE EVER WANTED NOTHING FROM ME

He feels abandoned by every institution of society, and so he is going to create one in his own image. He offers a captain, an officer, a marine, and a ship's boy: the ship's hierarchy in miniature. If he feeds the Tuunbaq their souls and then melds with Tuunbaq himself, he can eat society and reconstitute it not just in his own image but in his own person, with only his chosen loyal followers, those who do want something from him. As Crain says, "In Freud's Totem and Taboo, the cannibal feast is the founding act of crime and sharing that binds society." That's the founding myth Hickey is not just counting on but trying to actively create.

And maybe, maybe! When he has access to Tuunbaq's power - will he have a line on those souls as well? Tuunbaq devours both body and soul in tandem, suggesting they are connected. As Hickey has already eaten of Gibson's flesh, maybe he can reconstitute and reingest that as Gibson's soul. Thus the destruction becomes the resurrection becomes the incorporation. Crain writes: "The body is a convenient boundary for the definition of the self. [...] in practice the peculiar act [cannibalism and homosexuality] violates that boundary. The act offers an ecstatic union." A cannibal rat wedding, if you will.

Crozier says to Hickey, "You must be a surpassingly lonely man." Hickey doesn't deny this. He merely says "Not for long." This is about power, but it is also about an end to loneliness, to his sense of betrayal at all levels and at every turn. Of course, it doesn't work out. In not caring about who suffered the consequences of his actions, he failed to take into account that incorporation & ingestion involve destruction. He thought himself the instrument of this, but by failing to see the Tuunbaq unto itself, as something other than a tool, as the independent Arctic that could never stomach Western society and live: he turned that back on himself and so was himself destroyed.

[eldritch-bf]

The Terror // book v. show

A non-exhaustive list since there’s a lot. Some work better for the show being a visual medium or are understandable given the episode constraints. Some are definitely for the better. Others are for the worse.

Characters

A few roles and personalities are flipped around. In the book Sir John is less sympathetic and I was happy when he died. Crozier is also less sympathetic because he’s super racist like the rest of them to the Netsilik. More on that later. This nicer Crozier works better imo. FitzJames is wayyyy less of a blowhard in the book. Most of the time they just focus on how he’s the Handsomest Man in the Royal Navy. He’s pretty and a good listener to Crozier, who is much angrier all the time in the book.

Goodsir’s role as Silence’s friend/possible romantic interest/protector/interpreter is Irving’s role in the book. Goodsir in the book also annoys some of the men more, at least in the first half (he is physically weak and not Really a Doctor).

Irving in the show is very pray/work the gay away Mr Hickey but book Irving is more Uncomfy and Just Doesn’t Wanna Get Involved

But book Hickey also kills Irving because he’s concerned Irving is gonna snitch and he and his bf would be executed (either for being gay or for the suspected mutiny plotting). He doesn’t kill him for food.

Hickey isn’t with Gibson, he’s with Magnus, and he actually loves Magnus, who is later shot by Crozier, and Magnus is a much bigger deal (both literally and literarily) as he’s got the strength and size of like 5 or 10 strong men, is well-liked by the whole crew, is somewhat dumb, and will do anything Hickey tells him to. Magnus is Crozier’s biggest concern when it comes to the mutiny.

In fact, when Irving discovers them, Magnus initially takes a very threatening step toward Irving, and Hickey simply tells him ‘no’ and Magnus obeys. It’s also Crozier who threatens to send Magnus down to sit in the dead room with the ghosts he’s so afraid of, not Irving.

Hickey is distraught over Magnus getting shot. He threatens Goodsir violently if Magnus “gets so much as a stomach ache”. Magnus takes weeks to die of from sepsis or internal bleeding or something (injuries Goodsir intentionally mistreated). Hickey stayed with his body for days until he lets the Tuunbaq kill him. (Which refuses to eat his soul.) He also definitely lost is mind, thinking he was a god and could resurrect Magnus and all the men whenever he wanted.

Also in the book Hickey, Magnus, and Aylmore get their lashings for disrespecting the late Sir John at the carnivale. Magnus sobs like a child the whole time which the men find extremely upsetting considering he’s a big brawny somewhat stupid guy that they all love. Hickey receives his lashings last and iirc just takes them completely silently while staring down Crozier.

So in the book Hickey mostly wants to kidnap Crozier to torture and then execute him because he hates him for class reasons, for being a dick, or order him and Magnus lashed, maybe for threatening Magnus with the ghosts, etc.

Silence

In the book, Silence can’t speak from the beginning, but in the show she can. This works better avoiding the trope of having natives be incapable of communicating with colonizers, and also gives us the name of the Tuunbaq right away.

However in the book it works better with her not being able to speak as well as her personality being very different (she basically never reacts to anything) to the effect of making the men and reader uncertain if she’s helping the creature, afraid of it, or literally is the creature. We lose that sense of uncertainty as the viewer.

She’s also waaaaay more creepy in the book bc she shows almost no expression or emotion despite the fact that as Crozier later discovers even though she can’t really speak English she did understand what they were communicating. There’s a part where she and Crozier are walking alone in the snow between the two ships and she “runs off”, comes back. hands him the mitten or something of a crewmate who is later found cut in half and then disappears into the blizzard.

Her name reveal works better in the book bc it doesn’t make sense that she didn’t mention her name once to Goodsir in the months they spent together. Plus in the book we are given the context that Silna’s name is a combination of Sedna and Sila, described as the sea and air goddesses, respectively.

Also, and this is really important, as it’s mentioned fucking over and over again, Silence isn’t like 30 or whatever age she appears to be in the show. She’s repeatedly mentioned as basically looking like she’s 15 or 20, no one can tell. But Goodsir does examine her for injuries and reports that she’s a virgin.

This fact is mentioned as unusual by the men who are familiar with the Inuit for what I assumed was their racist idea of indigenous women and girls as hypersexual. But we will unfortunately see that this detail was some kind of foreshadowing.

Also Sir John is disturbed by Silence because he met her like 30 years ago and she hasn’t aged or something. Something he realizes when he accidentally sees her naked and recognizes her nipples?

Tuunbaq

The design for the creature’s face in the show is dumb as fuck I’m so sorry it looks like the yeti from the seasons greetings meme also it canonically had black empty eyes like a polar bear not those uncomfortable uncanny valley human eyes

In the book the lore is that the Tuunbaq was created by Sedna to kill the spirit of the air and the spirit of the moon, who defeat it (but can’t kill it), causing it to return and attempt to kill its creator, who anticipated this as a likely scenario, and instead banished it to the human world. Shaman have to have children with other shaman who work to communicate and appease the Tuunbaq (offering it food, not invading its territory without permission cough cough Englishmen cough), as it cannot be killed, only appeased or angered.

Then in the show it chokes to death on Hickey’s body and Crozier’s chain…

However in the show the Tuunbaq’s role is closer to a protective guardian of the Inuit, or simply a spirit balancing nature. So by it being killed by Englishmen who obviously don’t stop colonizing, added with Crozier’s attempt to get the rescue teams to turn back and not look for the passage, it’s the beginning of the end for the world as the Netsilik knew it (and the environment which is mentioned in the book, as well as the poor bears dying, the ice melting, etc.) as more and more white men will keep coming and nothing can stop them, not even the Tuunbaq nor Crozier’s doomed attempt to trick/frighten them away.

But yeah, in the book the Tuunbaq does not die, which leads me to the last point:

Ending

The book ending is quite different and I think the tv show ending is better, even if I don’t love the tv show ending (just feels a bit rushed but what do you do) personally I would have preferred something like Crozier makes it back to the Terror and waits for the ship to sink in the summer thaw and dies with the ship. However Crozier IRL may have actually survived according to Inuit testimony.

In the book, Silence rescues Crozier after he’s shot with a pistol and a shotgun by Hickey during his attempted and unsuccessful kidnapping. The whole time she’s nursing him back to health I was thinking why the fuck is she doing this. And the whole time Crozier is still calling her a savage despite also being intrigued by her Arctic survival skills including hunting which his men were totally terrible at

Well she saved him because I forgot to mention this but in the book Crozier and Silence are both clairvoyants. They can see bits of the future and stuff happening far away though Crozier sucks at it. As they sleep next to each other they dream the other person’s dreams, which is the way we get exposition on some Inuit spiritual beliefs including lore and the name of the Tuunbaq, as Crozier is dreaming Silna’s dreams.

And we learn that uh. Since shamans are only supposed to have kids with other shamans to pass down their powers so. Yeah they’re supposed to get married. And Crozier wakes up in the middle of the night with her stroking his cock and they fuck.

Not to mention how at this point Crozier still can’t communicate with her. Was kinda gross of him focusing on how good deflowering a virgin feels, and also how before this he repeatedly mentioned how much prettier pink nipples and white skin were compared to the dark native girls.

He also does the ritual to become a shaman for the Tuunbaq which including Inuit throat singing which I would have liked to hear in the show but oh well.

And then it basically cuts to 2 years later and they have a family together and can communicate through touch telepathy and it’s repeatedly brought up that she’s his wife and will do anything he wants even move with him to America and live in the city and be miserable and die. (EDIT: they don’t go to America, they stay in the Arctic together, but Crozier considers it and knows she would do whatever he wanted even if it made her miserable, because she’s his wife and that’s what wives do I guess.)

Anyway so I was kinda happy the show changed that ending.

[goldenzingy46]

the franklin expedition is about to become a fucking zoo: or, the terror characters get pokemon teams

tuunbaq: silna's dad's legendary pokemon that's too high level for her to catch

hickey: rattata, but it evolves over the course of the expedition

jfj: (there's a colour scheme) (it's The Dress) salazzle (she has some introspection to do), tinkaton, hatterene, bewear, and finally a mimikyu because the mimikyu lore is perfect for jfj

crozier: absol (obvious reason), corviknight (re: jfj's tinkaton), stoutland (neptune), cubone (both the fact that it's so fucking sad but also that he hasn't bothered to evolve it), yamask (it carries a mask of its own face and the Themes)

evans: boundsweet (gets eaten)

tozer: houndoom, arcanine, manectric (dog man)

hodgson: espurr (autism), fidough (i need him to eat it and choke on the guilt), yamper, flygon (briefly considered a mr. mime)

little: psyduck (perma-headache), mudsdale (horse girl), pyukumuku (they get beahced and need to be thrown back into the water), magikarp (he was going to get a gyarados but The Circumstances :()

stanley: chandelure, skeledirge (re: e6)

jopson: pelipper, marowak (The Themes And Symbolism)

irving: snom, smeargle, sawsbuck, brambleghast

franklin: aipom, aegislash, emolga, mightyena, furfrou

this is what i have for now. feel free to add!!

additionally i think there's a no pokémon out of balls rule on the ships and people don't listen that much

[thewriterallie]

Rough

Content preview: fem!reader x Nanami, porn with plot, stablished relationship, creampie, hair pulling, face fucking (reader), cum eating, spitting, slight choking, fingering, anal fingering, spanking, big dick Nanami, Nanami gets mean but it's a softie, kinda of brat tamer, AU where reader is a sorcerer too, getting hit up by a stranger, pet names, mating press, doggy/backshots?, no beta read we die like true heroes, self-insert. 3.2K words.

Notes at the end.

MDNI.

You’re surprised he’s been able to behave, to appear so calm all night long, the only sign that you’re getting into him it’s the occasional frown that appears in his forehead, how the hand on your waist gets tighter as you continue your teasing and the low murmur at your ear about how he’s going to deal with you later.

Both of you knew that this was going to be such a night like that with the way you both looked, he being irresistible with the white shirt that hugged his back and big arms, the black suit that was tailored for him and combined with black shoes, he was danger and it was impossible to contain yourself when he rolled up the sleeves that shoed his veiny arm and hands that only remined you of the actions that occurred just a couple of nights ago. You also looked so tempting with the black dress that hugged all the curves, the little straps and low cut in the front and lower at the back that covered up most of the hickeys and marks he left behind, high heels only accentuating your figure.

The plan for the occasion was relatively simply: arrive, talk, eat and leave. A simple after work reunion with his coworkers, show them how Kento is not only great at job but in his private life with such a pretty thing as yourself; he never considered you as his, but he was proud to be with you, being engaged and living in such a nice apartment at one of the most expensive parts of Tokyo.

He couldn’t help to be thankful for everything that has happened after you started dating and how everything seems to be going just perfect, in his life, at work and dealing with the curses. Only problems started just before you got out of the car and enter the garden where his coworkers were.

“We’re here, darling. Let me open the door for you.” and when he did it and offered you his hand you grabbed it and pull it towards you. “You look so good Ken, such a shame you didn’t fill me up before getting here, I’m going to be needy all night.” You said before kissing him, stopping him from whatever he was going to say, “Let’s get going, you don’t want to be late, baby.”

And that was just the beginning, he saw your teasing coming during the drive with the way you looked at him and rubbed your thighs together but decided to ignore it, assuming you would contain yourself for later, even when was used to your actions he was surprised it was so early.

Nanami expected your teasing and wasn’t hard to maintain his façade when you started rubbing your ass against his crotch in the elevator, when you whisper him how badly you wanted him after he was greeted by his boss; you noticed he started to break while you were sitting and started to rub his thigh, every rub dangerously higher every time, he had to grab your wrist, when you started to sip your drink and looked at him with such doll eyes that he whisper you to behave or you wouldn’t leave soon. He is a capable man and can resist your games all night long if wanted but the thing that made him snap was one of his lower coworkers that had the nerve to flirt with you.

“You look pretty” the man said and tried to get closer to you, you thanked and ignored him, hugging your fiancé by the waist harder, if it wasn’t obvious that you came here together “I didn’t knew Mr. Nanami had such a gorgeous girl with him, have you two been together for long?” he tried again while looking at your exposed chest. “Yes, she’s my wife” Kento said before hugged you.

“Well, if you ever find yourself needing for someone you can call me” he said and extended a business card that was received by Kento jealousy irradiating from his body, he put it at the back pocket of his trousers, his other hand squeezing your hip so tight you were sure it was showing how veiny and strong it was, you both excused yourselves from the man and took a walk at the most abandoned part of the garden.

“The audacity! how could he? Does he don’t know his place?” you yelped and Kento took your face with both hands, looking right at your eyes. “But you’re mine, right? Only mine” he said above your lips proceeding to kiss you, a light but small kiss, you tried to deepen it, but he took a step back “I think it’s time to go now.”

After saying your goodbyes, the drive home was quiet, Kento is a usually a quiet man, but you knew he was jealous with the way he was clenching the steering wheel, if he wasn’t a calm man, you’re sure he could’ve beat the man up, not a chance he would’ve stand against your fiancé. What was he thinking? Did the night was absolutely ruined by a stupid man? You decided to keep your questions to yourself and wait, unknowingly that will be answered within the doors of the ascensor closed.

He caged you in, back at the wall and your neck in his hand making you look at him from below with an confused expression, he used the thumb of his other hand to caress your bottom lip and said “You are really pretty indeed, my love, who could’ve know you were able to tempt so many people in the room at the same time” “But I didn’t do-“ he cut you in and introduced the same thumb in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and squeezing your neck a little “But you don’t know the power you hold, my dear, I’m afraid you’re a danger even to yourself” he said before removing the thumb and kissing you, pushing you even closer to the wall, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss and allowing his tongue in, clashing with yours, his hands lowered and started to caress your exposed back, curious fingers playing with the fabric that laid just a couple centimeters up your ass, his hips rubbing against you body, strong arms lifting you and holding your thighs for stability, sensitive parts only separated by some layers of cloth, your hands touching his chest and arms, not being able to be away from him even for a moment, needy moves of your pelvis rubbing against his crotch and you could feel how his erection throbbed against you.

Teeth almost clanking with each other and one of his hands grabbed you by the hair when you started to bite and suck his bottom lip “Naughty girl we have here aren’t you?” before you could muster a word the doors where open and showed your apartment, he shifted and carry you on his shoulders, not faced by your weight, spanking you when you moved too much while he was trying to open the door “You’re not making your punishment easier, baby.” He walked through your home and went right to the master bedroom, he tossed you at the bed and removed your heels, kissing your ankle and started going up your leg, strong hands being so delicate with your dress while scrunching it up just to your panties.

He licked the delicate fabric that separated your awaiting sex and his tongue, hot breath giving you goose bumps, you’re aching with desire, wanting nothing but feel him, however he wants, just feel him but he has other ideas.

He sits you up and removes your dress, almost yanking it, without a bra on he quickly starts biting your breasts, rough hands pinching and squeezing hard enough to have you arching your back and mewling, your hand tries to grab his hair and push yourself to him but that didn’t set well with him “No, baby, you had your fun at the party remember? Being all dressed up and gaining looks from everyone, I must remind you who you belong to”.

Easily manhandled by him you’re shifted and your abdomen resting on the side of the bed, your ass on his thighs while he caress it and before you know it he starts spanking you and you moan “You’ll have to count, pretty, or this will go all night”. He continues and doesn’t massage your sensitive skin, “I still can’t hear you” “Ah- three” you cry but he lands his hand again, harder “From the beginning”.

“One” you try again, it’s now that the softens the red cheek before hitting again “two” you continue, every spank it’s now continued by a small caress and slowly you reach to ten, your juices staining your panties and almost dripping over your thighs. “You did well pretty thing, but this isn’t over” and spank your awaiting pussy even harder, you give something between a cry and a moan before making you kneel between his legs.

“Take my pants off” he demands and while you put your hands to work he’s removing his tie, unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt showing his chiseled chest, when you’re done he grabs you softly by the hair “Such a pretty face, but we need to put you to do something useful” and you do, if you do it well he will fuck you soon, you think.

You spit in your hand and grab his shaft eagerly and start working from the base up, aligning it to your drooling mouth, you show your tongue and give kitten licks to the tip before kissing it, he grunts, slowly entering your mouth you bob your head to get more of him every time, one hand stroking what’s not in your mouth and the other one massaging his balls, you occasionally get off him and start sucking them too briefly and continue trying to get all of him inside your pretty lips.

Nanami is a complete man in all senses, in this case he has a nice penis, almost 25 centimeters when hard and 5 at girth, not easy to take, not in your tight pussy or small mouth, he knows that too and that’s why he always try to go your way, but right now filled with jealousy and lust he isn’t going to give you the lead so he push your head all the way down, making you gag and you instinctively put your hands on his thighs, trying to breathe, now he has the control and sets the pace, breathing is a challenge and you try to relax your throat and inhale deeply before you start bobbing again faster and deeper than what you normally are able to.

Your hands are the only thing levelling you right now and Kento starts pounding from below, his hands still on your head and even when you’re about to tap out you restrain to, his moans are music to your ears “Fuck, fuck baby you- you feel so… so good” he pants.

You can’t stop right now, not when you look up through your lashes and get the view, his chest heaving and a light layer of sweat appearing at his forehead, eyebrows frowned and mouth agape, his Adams apple going up and down with every breath “Keep going, juuuust like that” he looks below and know he’s close when he sees your state, glazy eyes, looking at him, mouth full, slight mascara running with some tears down your cheeks, drool scaping your lips.

He can feel his balls tighten and starts pounding harder, your nails clawing his thighs and leaving poorly red marks, his hands grab your hair and push faster, you hollow your cheeks and start moaning, your knees hurting from the position “o-oh, fuuuck” he pants “Take. It. All.” He moans with every thrust and empties himself down your throat, you can feel his member trembling inside your mouth and swallowing all that you can, vision blurry from tears that you didn’t knew were coming down.

When he finally stops, he releases your head and you take a long breathe, trying to gain so composure, both of you heaving rapidly “Don’t waste anything I gave you” Kento says, and his finger collect some sperm that came out of your mouth and you lick it.

He helps you get up and finally removes your soaked panties, he kisses you while long and rough fingers touch your soft lower lips playing with your entrance, he inserts his index and he curls it against a sensitive spot before introducing the middle finger, playing with your sweet pussy he can feel how you clench around him, thumb almost circling around your puffy needy clit “Please” you whine and start moving your hips to match his fingers “We are not done, my love” he whispers over your lips and helps you get to bed.

In all fours with your feet almost dangling from the bed, Nanami situates himself between your legs, opening them even further with his, semi hard cock rubbing your needy hole. You whine and start moving, trying to feel some friction but a rough hand lands on your now red cheek “Keep still” he demands and you look behind to see him finally undressing himself, you notice the tie close to you but forget it when he starts stroking his dick, tip playing dangerously close to your clit, he moves it up and down your slit, making himself harder when seeing your hole clenching against nothing.

“Kento, please, I need you” you cry and collect all power you have to stop yourself from grinding against him. Nanami is pleased enough and decides to put one hand on your waist, making you arch your back even farther, he slaps the other cheek and spits on your lower lips before starting to enter “A-ah” you both gasp when the mushroom tip gets in.

You expect him to go easy on you since you haven’t been properly prepped, but tonight he’s been meaner than usual and he thrust deep, almost entering fully. “Fuck” you cry, and your hands clench the sheets hard, you feel so full, almost to a breaking point. “Be pretty for me” he grunts before pulling almost out, he spanks you even harder you’re sure this one will leave marks and thrust rougher, deeper, he’s fully in.

You can feel him in your throat, he’s “So deep” you mewl and throw your head down, pleasure and pain being overwhelming, and he’s also in the same state, watching you back arched and how well you take him makes him moan your name in such a deep tone that has you clenching against his shaft.

Kento can’t wait any longer and starts moving faster, he’s still hitting those same spots and you can’t help but cry and moan louder and harder, his palms landing every now and then against your sensitive skin, your mind feels dizzy between the immense pleasure and slight pain that he’s causing you.

He shifts and moves closer to you, his chest against your back, heat and sweat irradiating between both bodies, his lips landing on your neck, biting and sucking the conjecture of neck and shoulder, moans leaving both of your mouths and you can’t help but bring one of your hands against his hair, he almost allows it, but with one thrust that hits the special spot that makes you seeing starts you yank his hair and he grunts.

He likes it when you’re rough with him but right now that action makes him remove form yourself and leaving you whiny and empty “Now, who told you you could do that?” he doesn’t expect and answer and yet you try “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t meant to, please” you cry and look behind you before him takes your arms from behind and tie them up with the soft fabric of his leopard tie “You need to learn how to behave, sweetie”.

With shoulders and head resting at the mattress your ass is up and your hands rest at the lower of your back, Nanami positions himself again at your entrance and enter without a notice, he’s going slow, every thrust is agonizing, it’s like he’s trying to make you feel every centimeter of his cock, his breathing is what appears to be calm and you try to look at him, the slow pace making you crazy you moan his name in a way that every other man will drop to his knees including him but he’s having such a good time the doesn’t mind.

You see how he spits on your other entrance and try to pry his middle finger in it just to later spank you and toying with the hole again, all this while moving faster, pounding you deeper and your mind gets hazy when his finger finally gets in.

Feeling overwhelmed you unconsciously move farther, hips getting away from him and Kento notices, he chuckles a little bit and with his legs he opens even further yours and you feel so full. He grabs you by the hips and pull you back to him, not wanting to let you go. You moan and when his pace starts to get harder and you move again, now one of his hands snakes in and grabs your neck, hard.

He helps you get on your knees and chokes you slightly “Don’t run from this, pretty, it’s all for you” he pants against your ear and start biting your neck, you moan and his other hand goes towards your needy clit and starts circling it faster, pressing it so hard you might almost cum right there.

“Please Ken, make me cum, only you can make me cum” you moan so pretty he decides to untie you and change positions, on your back, he holds your legs and puts them over his shoulders, now folded you feel him even deeper, on your stomach.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby” he moans and reaches up to you, kissing you, and now you can properly touch him, your hands caress his strong arms and go to his broad back, scratching all the way because you feel like might combust. “You’re doing good, love, you take me so well” and that makes you moan and clench around him continuously, you’re close, dangerously close.

“Ken, ah, I’m going to cum, Ken, fuck, please, please” you start whining and Nanami kisses you, he’s just as lost as you in pleasure “Let me feel you, baby, cum on my cock” he pleads and start thrusting harder, mind full by nothing but making you cum first before releasing himself so he starts rubbing your clit again, harder, pressing down so good it only takes some flicks on it to drive you so close to the edge and make you cum yet you contain for one reason.

“Fuuck, Ken, I-I’m” you try, and he hushes you with his lips, he moves a little farther and opens your mouth to spit in it and when you moan “Please Ken, cum inside me, please I need it so bad” he lost all train of thought and moves just by instinct, and you lift just slightly your hips his cock hits such a sweet spot that makes you cum instantly, you moan and look so prettily that Kento comes with you as well, filling you so deeply that makes you squirm.

Both of you panting so hard and Nanami doesn’t stop, keeps moving to extend both of your climaxes, until you bit his shoulder and shiver form the overstimulation, “You’re too good for me, baby” he pants and rests his forehead on yours, lips barely millimeters away, “I love you, Kento” you chuckle slightly when he finally stops moving, he kisses you slightly again and smiles at your lips “Love you too, darling.”

He pulls out and see in awe how your pussy tries to keep it all inside and he slides his fingers just enough to have you squirming, he lays next to you and hugs you, staying like this for a couple minutes, gaining your breath back before helping you to go to the shower and clean you up.

Notes: Last epidose and how they animated Nanami made FERAL, I would like to have my hair pulled by Kento the way he pulled Haruta, MAPPA did justiced to my man, I had to write something.

I felt like it had a rush ending but it's like 3 in the morning and I have been writing for almost 4 hours and my mind is tired. Will probably read and change stuff later.

thewriterallie©, 2023.

[finnsbubblegum]

Becoming Mrs. Miller {Part 2: Moving In} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, mdni, domestic joel, smut, hickey kink, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: Since your first meeting with Sarah, Joel finally asked you to move in and he helped you move your stuff. 😏

Words count: 1.7k

A/N: Hi! I got some ideas and decided to make a part 2 for Becoming Mrs. Miller. But it can also be read as a standalone. I might make more chapters too! Stay tuned and hope you like it!

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It was very unusual of Joel to ask you out for a fancy dinner date. He was always the type of man who loved simple dates. Your dates with him had been movie nights at his place, getting drinks at the bar, meals at unfancy places and picnics with Sarah. So you were looking forward to your date tonight. The two of you arrived at the restaurant he had made a reservation for. You ordered steak and Joel cut yours into small pieces so you could eat it easily.

“So, I was thinkin’.” Joel passed you your nicely cut steak.

“Hmm?” You looked at Joel and took your plate.

“What do you think about moving in? It would be nice to have you in our home.” Joel sounded nervous and his fingers were twitching.

“What? Are you kidding me? That’s great, Joel. I thought you’d never asked.” Your voice was high as you were excited by his proposal.

“Oh my God. Thank you. I was nervous.” Joel sighed in relief.

It has been a few months since you met Sarah for the first time and Joel finally asked you to move in. And you couldn’t wait to move in. The picture of living with him and Sarah under the same roof had always been in your head.

“Should I start tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, baby. I’ll help you move your stuff.”

You finished your dinner and Joel drove you home. He kissed you on your front porch before he drove back home. You couldn’t sleep that night because you were too excited about Joel’s idea of moving in. You forced yourself to sleep until the sun rose so you jumped off your bed and started packing your stuff. You started from your most important stuff and put them in boxes. You heard Joel was parking his truck and looked at your door. Joel let himself in with the spare key you gave him.

“Hey.” You greeted Joel and continued organizing your stuff.

Joel walked to you, put his arms around your waist and gave you a kiss.

“You’ve packed a lot.” Joel put his hands on his waist as he saw there were a lot of boxes.

“Woke up pretty early today. Couldn’t sleep ‘cause I was too excited.” You smiled and looked around your messy house.

“Can I move these to the truck?” Joel chuckled and pointed at a few boxes that were fully filled.

“Yes. All of these are ready to go.” You pointed to a stack of boxes.

Joel carried the boxes and moved them to his truck. You took a box and followed him. 

“Here.” You passed the box to Joel.

“Hey. Let me do it. Don’t carry heavy stuff.” His tone was so soft. It made you want to hear his voice every second.

“Yes, sir.” 

You went back inside to continue putting your stuff in the boxes. You stared at him as he carried three boxes at once, sweat on his tight black shirt. You were drooling because he looked so sexy in your eyes.

“What are you starin’ at, Miss?” Joel caught you staring at him.

“Nothing.” You tried to hide your smile and grabbed some clothes to put them inside the box.

“I caught you starin’ at me, baby.” Joel put his arms around you from behind and whispered to your ear.

“You got me, Joel. You looked so sexy moving those boxes.” You stroked his forearm on your stomach.

“Uh-huh. Why don’t we take a break then?” Joel kissed your shoulder from your back.

“I think that’s a great idea. I’m starting to get bored anyways.” You smirked as you turned to face him.

You leaned the back of your thigh on the table and put your hands on the table slightly sitting. Joel chuckled and cupped your jaw with his big hands. He rubbed your cheeks with his thumb and kissed you. You smiled as he kissed you. You put your arms around his neck dragging him closer to you. Joel put his hands on your waist and lifted you to the table. You gasped as the sudden movement. 

���Are you gonna do something to me, Joel?” You smirked at him.

“Yes, ma’am. We will have to be quiet in the future since Sarah will be around the house most of the time. So today I’m gonna make you scream as loud as you want to, sugar.” (Reference from that viral tiktok edit by dvcree of Agent Whiskey 🤭)

“Please, Joel.” You begged Joel.

He smirked and kissed your lips roughly like he was hungry enough to eat your lips. You felt one of his hands slowly snaking to your breast under your shirt. He squeezed your bare breast, kneaded it, and you moaned. You pulled your oversized shirt off and now you were sitting on the table almost naked, letting your breast free, only wearing your black lacy panties on. It made Joel drooled over you. His eyes widened as he couldn’t wait to eat you. But you didn’t want him to eat your pussy yet so you pulled him closer to you with force and kissed him tongue to tongue. He understood and continued squeezing your breast and playing with your nipple. The two of you were wild. It felt like you were fucking before the world ended. 

Joel moved his way to your neck, kissing it to leave a mark. You moaned and pulled his hair. He moaned. He stopped to catch his breath and looked at the hickey he gave you. 

“You’re mine.” He smiled, caressing the red mark with his thumb as he was proud of leaving a mark on you. He wanted other men to see it so they knew you were his. 

“I’m yours.” You smiled at him.

After he had his moment admiring you, he looked at you up and down. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside you.

“I need you, Joel.” Your heart was racing and you begged him.

“Not so fast, baby.” 

He smirked and started to kiss you from your shoulder, chest, upper stomach, lower stomach and made his way down slowly. He finally reached the spot where you wanted him to touch you. His eyes looked hungry, pulled your panties hurriedly and threw it away behind him. 

“That’s so sexy, Joel.” You laughed, covering your face with your hands. 

“You liked that? I’m sure you’ll like what I’m gonna do to you now.” He stroked your thighs up and down.

He smirked at you and spread your thigh with force. You gasped at his rough move. His thumb started circling your clit slowly while the other hand rested on your thigh squeezing it. You moaned and buried your face to his fully clothed chest. His circles started to move faster and your breathing was getting shallow.

“Joel!” You screamed, squeezed your eyes and threw your head back.

Joel smirked as he loved seeing you enjoying what he did to you. He started to finger you with his thick fingers. You moaned as he entered you. He moved his fingers in and out with a beat. You moaned and he added another finger in. You squeezed his shoulder as his fingers slid in and out. He kept sliding and curling inside you, hitting your G-spot. You panted and you could see your slick dripping. He pulled his fingers full of your juices, looked at you and sucked them. You shook your head in awe and stroked his head. 

“I want him, Joel.” You put your palm on his bulge that was eager to be free from his pants.

“As you wish, beautiful.” You helped unbuckle his belt and he tugged his pants away. 

You were drooling as you finally saw his big and thick cock free out in the air. That beautiful thing was what you had been waiting for throughout the day. Joel got even harder when he saw your eyes in love with his cock. You pushed all your stuff on the table to make a room for you, making a mess on the floor. He understood your sign and grabbed your shoulder and pushed you to lay on your back on the table. You chuckled and spread your legs to give him a way to your entrance. Joel touched your pussy and stroked his cock with your juices letting a pre-cum out. He groaned and teased your pussy up and down with his tip. You squeezed your thigh and he brushed his tip to your clit. 

“Ready for me to be inside you, baby?” 

You nodded hurriedly and bit your finger. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside you. Joel pushed himself to your entrance slowly. 

“Joel!” You gasped as he was stretching you.

Joel moved slowly and grabbed your other hand that was resting on your thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched his cock.

“So fucking tight, baby.” Joel hissed.

You couldn’t answer him as your mind was blank, but full of pleasure. You moaned so loud and made sounds that Joel loved.  And you wanted more. 

“I love it when you make that sound for me, baby.” Joel praised you.

Joel raised your leg to his shoulder, pulling you closer and thrusted into you faster and harder. He moved his other hand to caress your breast. He loved pleasing you. Your moans got louder as you felt pleasure running through your veins. Joel groaned and shifted you to your back so you were in a crawling position like a baby on the table. He spread your cheeks and let himself in. You moaned as he squeezed your cheeks.

“Fas-faster, please.” You begged Joel.

Joel nodded and held the back of your neck. He started getting his pace and thrusted into you faster. Then he slapped your ass.

“Fuck!Fuck!Joel!Joel!Joel!” You screamed so loud as you were close to your climax.

“Wait for me, baby.” He kept fucking you hard.

“I can’t hold it, please.” You shiver and begged him.

“Fuck! I’m close.” He panted and his thrusts were losing beat.

“Jooeel!!” You screamed as you reached your orgasm.

Joel hissed as he felt your juices warming his cock. He rested his hands on your back and groaned. He shifted you back on your back. Lifted your leg, bent down and kissed your inner thigh.

“Such a good girl for me.” He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

“You too, Joel.” You smiled and caressed his jaw. 

The two of you sighed and looked around.

“What a mess.” You chuckled.

To be continued...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

[nctsplug02]

Can we get a Mr. and Mrs. Jeong where Jae leaves a big hickey or handprint on Mrs. J and Jen actually gets bit concerned about Mrs. J thinking that Mr. J might have hurt her.

[9:04AM]

GENRE: smut and fluff

WARNINGS: hickeys, BDSM, spanking, kissing, rough sex, and memories of short sex scenes.

you yawn while walking down to the kitchen. you make a turn and you jump with a scream when seeing a figure.

“oh, fuck! jen, you scared the shit out of me!” you heave and hold your hand against your chest. “what are you doing here so early?”

jen softly laughs and apologizes, “it’s nine and i always get here at eight. you and mr jeong slept in so, i just let myself in with the key you gave me.”

“coffee?” jen holds up her mug with a head tilt.

you sigh with a grin and you run your fingers through your hair while nodding. “that would be lovely, jen. thank you.”

“yeah, sure thing.” jen grabs a mug and begins pouring you a cup of coffee.

you groan and limp over to the kitchen, leaning on the counter next to jen.

“here, you go— oh, my goodness!” jen gasps while sliding the mug to you. “what, what?!” you jump towards jen and hug her while looking where you once stood.

jen turns and grabs your hands, examining your purple wrists. “what happened, mrs jeong? oh, my god, are you okay?” you nod, cheeks suddenly warming up when remembering.

“holds still, baby. i’m a very hungry man and i’d like to eat my main course without any distractions.” you roll your hips, tugging on the restraints while jaehyun dips his head and laps up your juice.

“are they too tight, baby?” jaehyun asks, talking about the ropes tied around your wrists. “n—no sir.” you shake your head.

“oh, my— and your neck?!” jen gasps once more. “mrs jeong, are you sure you’re okay?” you tip your head back when her hand comes up to your neck.

jaehyun pistols his hips against yours and he groans, while nibbling on your collarbone. “you’re mine, baby.” jaehyun sighs. “i’m yours.” you cry out.

“mark me as yours, baby. let everyone know i’m yours.” you moan, digging your head back into the pillow while jaehyun sucks on your neck.

jen brushes your purple bruises with her thumb and coos.

“did mr jeong do this to you? is he abusing you? mrs jeong, you can talk to me if he is—?” you shake your head, cupping the girls face.

“jen, hunnie, he didn’t do a thing to me beside loving me.” you say with a soft grin. “i’m very clumsy and i dropped my curling iron on my neck,”

jen lifts and eyebrow. “five times?” you laugh with a nod.

“and my wrists,” you look down at your wrists. “hannie, mr jeong and i were playing cowboys and burglars and sadly i was a burglar.” jen and you giggle.

you hear footsteps come from behind you. you and jen turn to see who it is, it’s either hannie or jaehyun.

“babe, you alright? i heard screaming.” a tired jaehyun walks in shirtless and in his sweats.

“yeah, i just got a bit spooked seeing jen in the kitchen.” jaehyun stops rubbing his eyes and looks over at you and jen.

“oh,” jaehyun covers his body by rubbing his arms. “hey, jen.”

jen nods with her cheeks fully flushed. “morning, mr jeong.”

“god, it’s freezing.” jaehyun shivers and you walk over to him. “well, maybe wear a shirt then.” you wrap your arms under his. “couldn’t because look how stole mine this morning.” he says pulling at the stretchy fabric that stuck to your skin.

you giggle and look up at him. “it was the closest thing that was on the ground and near me.” jaehyun nods and leans down, pressing his lips on yours.

“um,” jen pushes herself off the counter and clears her throat. “i’m going to.. make breakfast.”

“oh, that’s alright jen. you already made coffee, i can make breakfast.”

“no, it’s okay, mrs jeong. i’ve got this and i insist.” jen says with her hand on her chest. “oh, alright then. you win, but i’ll give you a break tomorrow morning and i’ll do the breakfast making and coffee making.” jen giggles and jaehyun drags you out the kitchen.

“how do you feel, baby?” jaehyun sits on the couch and pats his lap. “well, i can tell you that i can’t sit.” you scowl and jaehyun laughs.

jaehyuns large hands come behind you and they slide up the shirt above your ass. you hiss when his hands come into contact with your freshly beat ass.

jaehyun turns you around and coos. “it’s all purple and covered in red stripes.” you turn back and toss a mean look at him.

“you’re ass is so pretty, baby.” whip. you jerk forward with a short gasp. whip. “ow, babe!” you cry out and clench around the vibrator tied to your leg. “ah, im sorry, baby.” whip. “o—ow!” you cry out.

jaehyun laughs and sits you on his lap. “oww, babe!” you jerk up and land on your feet. “i told you it hurts!” you whine and jaehyun nods. “i’m sorry, i forgot.”

“forgot? you literally looked at my ass and told me how it looked.” jaehyun laughs. “i’m sorry, really.”

“whatever, asshole.”

jaehyun then took you on the couch for calling him an asshole. he made sure to glance every few seconds to see if jen was coming in.

but what he hadn’t known was, jen already caught several glances at the two of you.

[hickeysgodcomplex]

This is just gonna be a "brief" little ficlet of the soft Jopkey idea i had, cuz i don't have the energy to write it super detailed and drawn out. Anyway, soft Jopkey coming in!!! (Gonna tag a few people who seemed interested at the end! Hope that's okay!)

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It takes place during Crozier's sobering up. I'm thinking about a week in. Maybe longer. Jopson hasn't slept. Has barely been eating. Just small dozing off here and there before jumping back into caring for his Captain.

He's exhausted. Goes down below to grab something. More towels and clean linen probably. He's leaning down, grabbing new sheets, and as he stands he feels dizzy and then he's out like a light. Fainted. Down there in the dark.

He wakes to something soft and warm beneath his head and water being gently pressed to his lips. He swallows greedily, a soft hand wipes at the side of his mouth where the water overflows and drips down his cheek.

"That's it. Slowly." A soft voice above him says. And he knows that voice. His throat clenches and he chokes, dragging himself away from Mr. Hickey, and his... wandering hands. His... warm lap.

He chokes, coughing and hacking til his eyes are watering. He's so tired and disoriented he can't fight Hickey's hands away. One rubbing at his back as he chokes, the other holding his shoulder, attempting to steady him.

He chokes some more, trying to shove Hickey away for a few more moments before giving up. Hickey smiles, softly, the hand from his shoulder moves to his chest.

"Breath, Mr. Jopson. Deep." He instructs gently, his hand still rubbing between Jopson's shoulder. Jopson tries to do as he's told, sucking in air through his nose, deep, his back straightening, his chest puffing, filling with air. He coughs it out, but just twice, before he's breathing again.

"One more." Hickey says, eyes widening. Jopson does as he's told. No coughing this time. He levels Hickey with what he hopes is a glare, frowning and then gasping as pain blooms in his face with the effort.

"Here." Hickey says, tugs him down, places Jopson's head in his lap again.

"What do you think you're-"

"Relax. You need rest." Hickey huffs, cutting him off rudely. But his hands are gentle against Jopson's head, his fingers moving slowly over his skin, pushing his hair out of his face.

"I don't-"

"Shh." Hickey's finger pressed to his lips, briefly, just a touch to cut him off and then gone again, hand back in Jopson's hair.

"You can't care for our beloved captain without taking care of yourself as well." His voice is barely above a whisper, doesn't need to be in such an empty ship. Jopson notes the condescension in Hickey's voice when he speaks about the captain. He ignores it. Flashes of Hickey bent over a table, holding back screams, float through his thoughts and drift away again.

"Just take a moment. For yourself." Hickey sighs, fingers moving gently through his hair now. Jopson can feel his eyelids drooping, getting heavier and heavier.

"I'll wake you if you're needed." Hickey whispers, nails dragging slowly, deftly, against Jopson's scalp. He drifts. Into darkness. No dreams. No nothing. Still vaguely aware of Hickey's hands, warm agaisnt his skin.

"You're being beckoned Thomas."

Hickey's words in his ear have him nearly jumping out of his skin. He hears the bell. Tries to scurry to his feet and the ship tilts before his eyes. But Hickey is there, after a brief struggle of his own to get up, catches him round the waist and keeps him on his feet.

"Don't." Jopson shoves his hands away, Hickey steps back, hands out in front of him in surrender, but he stays close, eyeing Jopson with what might be worry, on another man. He takes a step and wobbles, pushes away the feeling of missing Hickey's hands on his waist, in his hair.

He steadies himself, grabs the linens he came for, offered to him by Hickey. Their hands brush when he hands them over, Hickey's eyes stay on the floor. Jopson nearly makes it to the ladder when Hickey's fingers curl gently around his elbow.

"Oh Jopson?" He turns, and Hickey is close. Much closer than he expects, he stumbles back a step, to the side of the ladder, Hickey follows, his eyes locked on Jopson now. His face, he thinks, no, his mouth.

"You've got some blood. Just... there." His voice sounds far away, like Hickey has drifted off somewhere. He moves fast, his lips pressing to Jopson's top one quick as a flash, and warm, his skin almost burning. And then he's gone again, back where he was, about three feet away. It seems so far.

"You should get cleaned up. For your Captain." Hickey says, nods stiffly, and then he stomps up the ladder, his movements slower than before, his wounds still ailing him.

But his speed doesn't matter. Jopson doesn't move. Just stands there, leaning against the ladder, heart pounding. He raises his fingers to his lips, feels the dried blood under his fingers, must have hit his nose on the way down, and tells himself that's what he's feeling for. The blood.

Tells himself he's certainly not chasing the warmth of Mr. Hickey's skin against his. His lips. Against his. He suppresses a shiver, rubs at his lip til it's clean. Til it hurts. Ignoring the burning he feels behind his eyes.

The bell rings out again. Sharp and loud. Insistent. He hugs the linens to his chest, squeezes them tightly once, and climbs back up out of the dark.

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I don't really do tag lists but im gonna tag y'all this time! 🥰

@sunlaire @strogoff-era @creatureprofessor

[puddinginthemix]

Since I finished watching The Terror I've been thinking about "The Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell to The Terror Pipeline" (cf. Tumblr user pudentilla). I came to the show because a number of people I followed for JSAMN posts were also posting about The Terror, and naturally I was like, dudes on ships looking very cold and rather gay, what is this. Of course, I liked it immediately, but the reason for the "pipeline" still seemed fuzzy.

I joined this conversation about Tuunbaq's role in the story--how The Terror would still be a great show without the demon bear, but his presence definitely adds a certain whatsit--but things didn't really crystallize for me until I was reading an article that discussed speculative fiction as a form of resistance to the Western, colonialist, capitalist, masculinist model of literature that is often unfortunately dubbed "realist" fiction.

It would be easy to write The Terror as a "realist" narrative about the doomed Franklin expedition. All you do is take out Tuunbaq. It would still be excellent. And yet Tuunbaq--the entity that turns the story into speculative fiction--is the force that overwhelms the entire Western, colonialist, capitalist, masculinist enterprise.

I was fascinated by the end of Mr. Hickey: on the one hand, he appears to reject his native culture in favor of reinventing himself as a wild cannibal shaman of the frozen north. On the other hand, everything about what Hickey wants/tries to do is colonialist, exploitative, and driven by the urge to dominate. He fantasizes that he's connecting with Tuunbaq, but he doesn't understand it at all. And then it eats his face.

That was the fantasy moment that made me think ohhhh, what a beautiful connection. Magic in Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell is always and forever the enemy of colonialist, capitalist, masculinist domination. Lots of other people have blogged about this (recently @fluentisonus, good stuff), and I won't rehash that in detail here. But in JSAMN, magic puts itself into the hands of a Black man, servants, women, people who reject conquest and domination as a way of living. It rescues and sustains those people (like Tuunbaq brings Silna a nice fat seal). But those who would use it to dominate others, it utterly crushes.

tl;dr: 1) The Terror isn't The Terror without Tuunbaq; 2) I rode the JSAMN to The Terror Pipeline and I think I get it now

[slut4megantheestallion]

She Part 2.

Ethan landry x Black! Bimbo reader

"You're gonna be a slut for me." Ethan whispered in Y/n's ear as he kisses up on Y/n's neck proably leaving her hickeys that are noticeable, Y/n moans and gasps as she wraps her hands around the back of Ethan's neck.

Y/n didn't say anything as she feels Ethan's clothed boner throbbing.

"How about we take this to my bedroom, to release the tension in your pants, buttercup." Y/n said seductively as she straddles on Ethan.

Ethan looks at her in awe, he finally gets to sleep with the girl of his dreams.

Y/n gets off of Ethan as she grabs his hands leading him to the hallway of her room.

As they made it inside of Y/n's room Ethan pushes her on the bed making Y/n giggle.

"How long have you been stalking me?" Y/n questions Ethan.

" For a very long time, I couldn't get enough of you." Ethan said as he takes off his black robe from his Ghostface costume.

Ethan tries to widen Y/n's legs but she strongly closes them teasing him.

" God, your such a tease." Ethan chuckles.

Ethan opened Y/n's legs as he comes closer in between her legs as he kisses her clit.

Y/n moans as she tugs on his curly hair, moaning as she tugs on her bed sheets.

" God, Ethan your so fucking good at this!" Y/n shouts as she praises Ethan.

Ethan eats Y/n like a starved man, Y/n was about to cum but Ethan stops, making Y/n look at him confusingly.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Y/n crawls to Ethan and tames off his blue collar shirt, and starts kissing him from his neck to his chest to his abs.

Y/n starts sitting on the edge of the bed as Ethan stand as he looks down watching Y/n unbundled his pants. Ethan groans as his pants fall down to his ankles.

"Your such a sweet little dumb thing, aren't you?" Ethan gently grabs Y/n chin making her look at him.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this, you've been on my mind for the longest, your cute slutty outfits, I even had to kill you douche of a boyfriend out of the picture." Ethan said.

"Wait, you killed my boyfriend, that was you?" Y/n said looking at Ethan fearfully.

"Shhh, princess, he wasn't good for you, and you know it. I'm the only one that can have you." Ethan says as he smiles psychotically.

Y/n was going to say something, But Ethan shoves his dick in y/n's mouth.

Y/n starts bobbling her head up and down as Ethan grabs her hair to go deeper. Ethan starts grunting as he says sweet things to Y/n.

"God, Y/n where did you learn to that with your mouth?" Ethan whispers as he said in pleasure.

"A Magician never tells her secrets, Mr. Ghostface." Y/n said.

Ethan cums in Y/n's mouth, making her look up at him as she swallow his cum.

Y/n drags Ethan to bed as she climbs up on top of him straddling him.

Y/n wanted to hate Ethan, he stalked her, killed her boyfriend, but there's another part of her that forgives him. And didn't care about the bad things he has done to people. She just wanted him and only him but there's a part of her that fells guilty that she's fucking Ghostface who is her roommate.

Ethan inserts himself in Y/n, Y/n makes the loudest moan as she feels Ethan's dick inside of her.

"God, baby your so big." Y/n shouts as she rides Ethan's dick as she's on top of his resting her hands on his chest for leverage. Ethan smacks Y/n's ass, as he hold onto her hips.

"Did your boyfriend ever fuck you like this, slut?" Ethan questions Y/n but Y/n didn't answer as she closed her eyes loving the pleasure.

"Answer me, Slut." Ethan demanded as she slaps Y/n's ass hard making her Yell out in pain and pleasure.

"No." Y/N said through her moans as much as Y/n didn't wanted to say that about her dead boyfriend, he didn't pleasure her that much she had to fake her moans just to make him think he was good at sex but he wasn't. Y/n may not be smart at school but she was smart at sex and one thing she could say was her boyfriend was not good at it, but that didn't mean he deserved to die by the hands of Ethan Landry.

Ethan comes closer to Y/n tits kissing her breast he rubs her nipples making y/n moan.

"Your so fucking perfect." Ethan whispers in y/n's ear kissing her neck down to her tits.

Y/n starts bouncing on Ethan's dick making the bed shake, Y/n moans and Ethan starts softly moaning as he holds onto y/n's hips.

Y/n cums as she and Ethan heavily starts panting she got off of Ethan as she lays on the other side of her bed.

"That was amazing." Ethan pants through his words looking at Y/n.

"That was fucking amazing, Ethan." Y/n looks back at Ethan as she kisses him on the lips.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone about me being Ghostface." Ethan said looking at y/n deeply in her eyes.

"Your secret is safe with me." Y/n holding out her pinky as Ethan wraps his pinky around Y/n's.

"I promise you I would never hurt you." Ethan told y/n, Y/n didn't know if she believed him but by the look on his face he genuinely meant every word he say, Y/n believed him even though he stalked her and is a killer.

"Yeah, I believe you." Y/n nods hear head as she looks at Ethan, Ethan passionately kisses y/n cupping her face.

Ethan finally has Y/n all to himself he will never let her go, Ethan knew it was easy and he has Y/n wrapped about his pinky finger, Ethan meant what he said he truly love and will never kill Y/n. But he never said he won't kill any of Y/n's friends

All he had to do was pretend he was shy, dorky guy from his Dad's plan to get revenge on Sam and the rest of them for killing Richie.

Ethan's plan was working once he kills the group he will take Y/n far away to have her for himself.

What can Ethan say he was a Romantic in his own special, crazy, psychotic way.

SHE belonged to him and only him.

(Here is part 2 of She. It seems short idk if I like it, tell me what you guys think.)

[nerdieforpedro]

We need to be on the same page

Chapter 6 of Weddings 101 with Dieter Series

Dieter Bravo x Maya (plus size OFC)

This blog and fic are for readers 18+ MDNI

Summary: The fallout from the pictures begins and Dieter’s PR leader Vanessa is here to help, we think. Zack is just trying to stay employed. Dieter and Maya make a critical decision. Oscar might actually be useful.

Word Count: 3836

Warnings: naked people, a bad Beyoncé joke, messing with your assistant, some angst, no Cheetos or tequila were harmed in his chapter, sexual tension? or she might not be that into you dude, plotting, being an asshole sister in law, anxiety, I might have a good use for Oscar finally

Notes: This took me a while because I don’t like having loose ends and I wanted to build the drama! Not that there isn’t enough. 😆 With this chapter, this fic is my longest one to date, I'm proud of all the different directions it goes into. I have even more plans for them. 🫡

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Today was one of the days that Zack did not look forward to. He was at the villa at ten in the morning. The photos were everywhere, Vanessa had blown up his phone for information and face-timed him from the jet. He needed to warn both Dieter and Maya that she was coming. Maybe it would be good… “No, I'm lying to myself. Vanessa will question everything. Will I even have a job? She seemed mad though Mr. Bravo’s happy. Doesn’t that count for something? It’s not with drugs.” Walking up to the front door, he was going to use his key when he heard some giggling. “I just…I’ve seen Dieter naked. It’s kinda a requirement of the job. Just not Ms. Maya, she’s a nice lady.” He decided to knock loudly on the door, the giggles ceased and he heard footsteps heavy toward the door. 

“Who’s banging on my door this damn early?! You better get out of here!”

“Dee at least ask who it is.”

“I don’t care, it could be the president, pope or, no Beyonce could come in.”

“I am not meeting Beyonce in my robe. My hair is a mess, my face is puffy, I haven’t showered yet…that’s not who it is!”

“I mean, if she shows up on this door, she’s gonna have to be okay with my bare ass, balls and your robe with your cute puffy face. It’s just us. You don’t need one. I’m just going to take it back off to eat you for-.”

“MR. BRAVO IT’S ME ZACK! YOUR ASSISTANT!” He screamed, he didn’t need to hear Dieter removing anything off of Maya or eating her in any capacity, they can do that after he leaves later. Never any filter with this damn man, he just needs to remind himself of his loans. This is for your loans. This job is getting you out of debt.

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so?” Dieter opens the door as Maya yells at him not to. She grabs the throw blanket off the couch and wraps it around Dieter's waist. Zack appreciates that someone has some sense of when to be naked and when not to be. 

“Good morning Ms. Maya. Hi Dieter.” The assistant enthusiasm only was on display for Maya who gave him a smile and a hello. Dieter sucked his teeth. 

“Hey! Why do you greet her like that? I’m your employer! Be happy to see me, dammit!” Bravo fussed and took a hold of the blanket that Maya had been holding. He needed to pull it up so he wouldn’t step on it. 

Zack set his messenger bag on the couch and made a mental note of which throw blanket that was. It would need to be washed later after being thrown on Vanessa first. Maybe in her face. 

“Have either of you turned on the TV or looked at your phones? I did try calling both of you, but I assume-” Zack trailed off. He took a good look at them both. Dieter had scratches on his shoulders and chest peppered with bruises. His neck has several hickeys and so did Maya’s. She on the other hand appeared to have bruises that resembled fingers maybe? Zack didn’t want to think too much about it. “You both were otherwise occupied.” He sat down in the overstuffed chair. Dieter sat in the middle of the couch with Maya on one end, he draped part of the blanket over her legs since her robe hit mid-thigh.

Maya shakes her head. “No. We haven’t. Is there something Dieter should be concerned about?”

“It’s something both of you should be concerned about Ms. Maya.” Zack sighs and pulls out his iPad. On it, he loads up Google and type in Dieter’s name. The first ten links are to various sites that have pictures and speculations about Maya and Dieter, their relationship, who she is, what he’s doing with her and all sorts of nonsense. Thankfully, the negative comments are at a minimum, most were wondering if Dieter was making a turn for the better after his two week long marriage to Anika. 

Dieter thought he’d been careful. The boutique had been cleared, he thought. The jet he hadn’t been concerned about much of anything except getting her to ride with him so that one’s on him. The restaurant was supposed to only have VIPs, others who wouldn’t care about him being there with someone. Outside of the wedding venue could have been anyone. He hadn’t been thinking on that one either, well other than spending time with Maya that is. Now he’s involved her without her full consent. “Dammit…” He turned to say something to her, anything, but she’d gotten up and walked upstairs. He stood to go after her but Zack called after Dieter.

“Sir, if you’re going to have a conversation with any meaning, at least put underwear on. Also Vanessa just texted and she’s an hour out. No word on what the plan is yet. Don’t say anything stupid to Ms. Maya. She’s…” The assistant’s voice trailed off as Dieter stood next to his chair naked with his hands on his hips.

“She’s what Zack? Maya is funny, wonderful, gorgeous and so damn soft. I better not catch you looking at-“

“Mr. Bravo. I was going to say she’s a normal person like me who’s likely freaked out about suddenly having her picture everywhere and her life questioned by people she doesn’t know. Also I don’t see her that way. I don’t see you or anyone that way. I don’t form attachments like that at least not right away and it needs to be the right person.”

“That’s right, you’re Demi-sexual right? I keep forgetting that.”

Zack massages his temples, his boss has gotten sidetracked. “Task at hand sir. Ms. Maya is freaking out. Reassure her with pants on.” He knew to keep it short so Bravo wouldn’t lose focus again.

“Right, I’m off. Tell Nessa we’ll be down shortly.” Making his way up the stairs, he quickly went into his room, tossed on some boxers and took a deep breath. “Taking advantage of this would be wrong…right?” Daisy nips at his toes. “Hey girl, you gave us some privacy last night? Thanks.” He picks her up and scratches behind her ears. “I want her to stay with us Daisy. I know she has her own stuff, but couldn’t it be part of mine? We could have our stuff.” The goat licks a bite mark on his neck, “Maya’s a bit rough with me Daisy. It’s been a long while since I’ve been handled like that.” The low chuckle at the memory had him curious when the next time would be, if there would be a next time.

In Maya’s room:

“Oh my god, oh my god….nononono…” Panic was taking over, what did this all mean? Is she going to need to change jobs? Her name? What do people even do in this situation? Is she just going to be some quiz show question? That’s not how Maya wants to be on Jeopardy. Pacing in her room, she hears her phone vibrate.

Maya picked up her phone and saw twenty missed calls, ten of which were from Elyssa. Her mother congratulated her for snagging not only a nice man but a rich one. Her little brother Michael said to call him, he needs to talk to this man who has her out all over the place. Her two older brothers said the same thing but told her that they won’t recognize him as a brother in law unless he passes a few tests. There were increasingly frantic texts from the bride demanding to know the following:

Why she brought a celebrity to her wedding?

Why she was trying to sabotage her?

Is it because the entire time she’s dated Michael, Maya’s always been alone?

Did you go into debt paying him to come with you? 

Or is this how you were able to afford coming out to the wedding in the first place?

“What the hell are they all talking about about Dieter is not…he’s…well. Maybe…” Her conviction is wavering but she can’t stay with Dee. She has work, a life, but the last few days have been nothing short of wonderful. “And last night was…”

“I thought between last night and this morning things were great, superb even. Am I wrong?” Strolling in her room wearing a pair of navy boxer briefs that hung just below the swell of his tummy, Dieter crossed his arms watching Maya stop her pacing. She looked up at him, feeling embarrassed, frustrated, pissed and if she was honest with herself, happy. Unable to meet his gaze, she kept her eyes on her phone, re-reading Elyssa’s texts. Dieter peered over her shoulder and clicked his tongue. “She really has nothing better to do then text you that? That woman is insufferable. I’d feel bad for your little brother if it didn’t sound like he was threatening me too. Doesn’t he know I have a goat?” 

Wrapping his arms around her, Maya her initial laugh turned into a sigh and leaned back against Bravo’s chest. “They’re just worried, though they don’t need to be.”

“Is that what you call it? I’d say they’re over-protective. And Elyssa is being a bitch with those questions. Anyway, forget all that, sit down.” Dieter tugs her over to the bed and has Maya sit across his lap with her legs to one side. She tried to stand up, but she still got his strong arms wrapped around her. “We need to talk cariño (sweetheart.)”

“I know. I’ll go to the hotel. Things should blow over right?” Still looking at her phone, thumbing through her Instagram. There are mostly curious comments, a few mean and racist ones, a couple others were congratulatory. Bravo takes her phone and tosses it on the bed. “Dee, what the hell?” Finally, she’s looking at him, with surprise and fear on her face.

“I know you’re scared Almond Joy. I also know you never asked for any of this, to be associated which a guy who’s known for fucking up everything he touches except for easels, scripts and KitKats.” A kiss to her shoulder has her stiffen, then relax. “I also…don’t want you to leave.” Maya’s watching his eyes again. They look the same as last night, burrowing within her. 

“I can’t. You know I can’t. I’m not like you Dieter.” Shutting her lids tight is the only way not to be drawn in by his cocoa pools. Putting an arm around his shoulder, her hand lands on his back where she’s scratched him. 

“I know you’re not Maya. That’s part of what makes you so majestic. The trust you have in me, the fun, some other things you might still have in you.” Her fingers pinched his cheek. 

“Be serious! I’m not built for that type of scrutiny Dee and we’re not even toget-“

“But what if we were? Together? I mean it’s pretty muddled but you snap me back in to focus. We can just date. I’m not saying you have to stay here, we just see each other when we can. Video calls and I’ll come see where you live and-“

“You’ll tell me it’s beneath me and I need to be somewhere else because I only live once or something right?” The quick peck to his lips paused his thoughts. “Is that what our relationship becomes? Calls and visits? I…” Maya laments, she just has to say it, but she can’t. “Just let me go. I can’t…” Slipping out of Dieter’s arms, she steps away from him only to be in front of the same mirror from last night. Where he showed her how beautiful he believes her to be. Her hands are in her face again. She’s frightened but he’s thinks it’s not only the prospect of being on display for people.

Instead of approaching her from behind Bravo stands in front of her, “Ahora relájate y deja que cuide de ti (Relax now and let me take care of you).” Dieter places his hands on hers and moves them, she allows him to without a fuss. Her eyes are closed and there are tears at the edges, his lips wipe them away. “Let me. I’m not saying you’ll be a kept woman. You know that’s not what I mean. Just be honest with me, like you were last night. Tell me what you want.”

Maya knows he’s giving her a huge opening. She’s been fighting what she wants. She told herself it’s just for now, and then it was until the wedding was over. But Dieter’s offering it to her, why can’t she just say it?! “I..I…want. I want to stay with you. Be silly, wake up with you and do more fun things. Like the beach, swimming, brunch, just a drive. I don’t want to worry anymore. I’d like…” Dieter places his forehead against Maya’s as her tears fall. He doesn’t wipe them away this time. Just lets her continue. “I’d like to be fussed over, just some. Not in a weird dominating way but like…a soft way. Like am I okay, do I need anything, does that feel good, would you like more, do you even like that, what do you want to do today, what are your favorite foods and colors…Ugh…that was way too much. I can’t-“

“No. You can Maya. Be greedy. Ask for my time. Tell me to give you all you want. I don’t know if I can but I can damn well try. Mi mujer perfecta (My perfect woman).” He kisses her forehead and cups her face with his large hands. Her eyes are red and puffy. “I’ll say it again. I don’t want you to go Kit Kat. Just stay and worry about yourself. Please.”

“I feel like I’m watching a romance film right now. My, my…It looks like we won’t need to manufacture a real relationship between the two of you.” A woman of about five feet seven inches with auburn hair and matching butterfly tattoos on each arm. She wore a sleeveless navy blue slim fit dress with black red bottom heels. Her red tote bag swayed with her steps toward the couple. “Sorry to interrupt darlings, such a sweet moment, but we need to go ahead and decide how we want the chips to fall.” She smiled, patting Maya’s shoulder, studying her wet face. This Maya is cute, she almost wants to pinch her cheek. That didn’t matter much, what would matter is what these two decided to do. “My name is Vanessa. I’m the leader of Dieter’s PR team. Meet me downstairs when you two are dressed, don’t take too long. There’s much to discuss.” The fixer disappeared out of the room and back down the stairs to Zack, it looks like there was a lot he left out in his updates.

Back downstairs, Zack was being questioned by Vanessa after she peeked in on Dieter and Maya. She found out that Dieter had invited Maya on his jet after her flight was canceled. Since then, they’d grown closer and outside of one small sniff of a seat (Zack left out that it was coke on Maya’s seat - told her it was ecstasy). He also told her about Oscar’s fights with Dieter and the goat bite. Vanessa said she was aware of that one not the guitar one though. She said that she would table the idea of using Oscar in that manner, instead, why was Maya coming to Hawaii in the first place. Zack then remembered it was for a wedding, though who knows what’s happening with it now. From what he’s gathered, the bride, Maya’s future sister in law sounds like an asshole and crazy. Vanessa was making notes in a small pad she removed from her tote. “A plan is brewing Zack. You’ll need to actually keep me informed instead of pieces of information.”

”Yes ma’am. It’s just…Ms. Maya is really nice and Dieter seems somewhat sane with her. As sane as he’s going to be. It’s nice. No woodwind or brass instruments so far this week. I don’t know what his deal with the instruments is either. So weird. Or crazy parties. And I haven’t seen any toys askew but they could have just cleaned up which is still pretty nice and-“” Zack paused. “Just see how they are with each other, you’ll see.” 

Soon Maya and Dieter came downstairs fully dressed, Maya in a simple pink dress, flowing with wide sleeves and skirt. She’d cleaned her face but it was slightly red around the eyes and ends of her ears. Dieter had on a pair of black shorts with a white tee and sunglasses on his head. They sat on the couch and held hands. Zack and Vanessa watched their body language, in addition to them holding hands, Maya was leaning onto his shoulder and their knees were touching. If…they were seen like this out and about and if someone for whatever reason did an interview with them, it would reflect well for Dieter. Despite actually marrying that woman Anika, their interactions (outside of what happened in their bedroom) reflected two people that weren’t comfortable with each other and were distant. 

“Have you two decided what you want to do? It’s not really ideal for the start of any relationship, but at the very least we’ll be able to sell you two as being in a legitimate relationship.” With her white manicured nail, she drew an imaginary circle around the pair. “The way your two sit in silence with each other is excellent. I take it, a decision has been made?” Vanessa placed her elbow on the top of her bent knee. 

Maya squeezed Dieter’s hand and nodded, letting him talk, “Yeah we have Nessa.”

Later that evening…

Oscar was not pleased, what he woke up to was mostly positive headlines about Dieter Bravo. How happy he looked, how content, was it because of the new woman in his life? Was it something else? Maybe he came to Hawaii to rest and recharge and that’s why he looks like he has not a care in the world.  Issac’s plan had severely backfired, worse yet, his assistant informed him that he’d received a call from Vanessa La Roux’s office. Oscar is aware of who she is and has only one dealing with her before and that ended poorly, where he had to take a sabbatical afterward. 

Hanri knocked on Oscar’s hotel room door, he’d done as his boss asked and felt horrible about it. He was dropping off his boss’ usual order of tequila and three bags of hot Cheetos that he likes to eat in the evening. He had been propositioned by Vanessa and happily agreed to get her in the hotel and a private meeting with Mr. Issac. After getting her in, he left her to it and headed back to his room with his money. Oscar heard the door and called for the young man to bring him his snack.

“Good evening Oscar. Hanri is otherwise occupied.” Vanessa tilted her head and smiled, setting a bottle of tequila and the bags of cheetos on the end of the actor’s bed. “We have quite a bit to discuss tonight. You’ll need to be sober for this. After we talk you can drown yourself in your choice of drink.” She pulled up a chair and sat across from Oscar who was naked except for a soft eggshell robe that was wrapped around him.

“I figured you’d pop up at some point you damn she-devil. I guess my fun’s over. How much do I need to pay you to leave your little goat lover alone this time?” He remarks as he sips his red wine, expecting an outrageous number from her. It’s not like he hadn’t paid Vanessa and Dieter’s team before. Oscar enjoyed pissing Bravo off by any means. Their business ran on public opinion and numbers - no matter if it was scores, awards, stars, money, age, you name it, it could have a number. 

“No, no, no Oscar. You don’t get to just pay me this time. If it was just messing with Dieter, that’s one thing, but-“ Vanessa stood and snatched a bag of cheetos, ripping it so they spilled on the floor. “-you’ve not only been stalking him. Something you said you’d never do again, you also leaked pictures of him and his girlfriend, who hadn’t settled on being in the public eye yet and now she has to. No cheetos for you.” Grabbing a fist full of Oscar’s hair, she tugged on it. “You’re going to follow Dieter and Maya to the wedding and you’re going to do exactly as I tell you. Then we can talk about money and I can use it to fund another studio for Dieter.”

Sucking his teeth, Oscar nods and takes a swig of his tequila, the fixer lets go of his hair and extends her hand. They grip hands and shake, sitting back down. “What do I have to do jefa (boss)?” He attempted to touch her knee but she slapped her hand away. “Ahaha, You’re really serious aren’t you? Well jefa, that just makes the reward that much hotter doesn’t it?” His snicker has Vanessa shift her weight from side to side.

Looking over her shoulder, she sneered. “That was only one time. Don’t test your luck Issac. I’ll be in touch.” She walks out leaving him to his late night snack. “You know you’re too old to be drinking like that, it was that same tequila that got you and Dieter on a lifetime ban from The Muppets.” 

Oscar smiled as he stood and walked up behind Vanessa. Not touching her, just leaning over her shoulder to meet her face a few inches away. “I don’t recall you saying that in the green room when I had my Count cape on, and that wasn’t just one time. Unless you count it as one within a certain time period.” She exhaled and continued toward the door and Oscar followed her, but gave her more space, holding the door open for her. “I’ll take your ever so thoughtful advice mi jefa.” He takes a bow as she walks out. 

On her way down to the car, Vanessa whips out her phone and texts Zack to tell Maya (as she’ll actually make sure Dieter’s on time) to ensure that they are at the dress rehearsal for the wedding on time tomorrow. Thankfully, it’s only some family stuff that Maya can skip and she mentioned after their talk that she would be having lunch with her mother. 

The stage is prepared except for a few pieces here and there. This wedding rehearsal will be a vivid experience for all those in attendance. Vanessa was counting on it for Dieter’s sake, it was her job after all.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 3 - Rewards & Curfews

Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Summary - Eddie makes good on his promise.

A/N - This chapter is 99% smut, with 1% plot at the very end, like it's filthy so I hope you don't think less of me. Reader has a Dad who I have semi modelled off of Mr Stratford from 10 Things I Hate About You, but we'll have more on him later.

I also just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who has interacted with this story so far, it really does mean a lot.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, oral sex (f & m receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut.

Updated version posted 02/04/23

Tag list: @avalon-wolf

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Eddie hoists you into the back of the van, your giggling smothered by his heated kisses. "Lay down for me sweetheart."

You raise an eyebrow looking at the scuffed and dirty baseboards which made up the floor.

"Such a spoiled brat." He huffs with a laugh, shucking his cut and jacket off, placing them down like a blanket, you perch daintily careful not to sit on any of his pin badges, watching in anticipation as he slams the van doors shut.

Eddie on his knees was some sight to see, you lean forward, pulling him to you by the hem of his well worn Hellfire Club t-shirt. Eddie was, in your opinion, an extremely good kisser; his full lips plush and soft against yours, tongue swiping gently for access. You would have been happy to make out with him in the back of the van for hours, but Eddie has other ideas.

  "I wanna see that pretty cunt of yours properly princess." He growls, unbuttoning your skirt roughly pulling it down along with your panties, throwing them somewhere towards the front seat of the van. You made to reach down to unzip your knee highs but he batted your hands away. "Boots stay on sweetheart." He says with a devastating wink., 

All you can do is lay there breathing heavily as he licks, kisses and nips his way up from your knees to your inner thighs, hands keeping your legs apart, murmuring filthy praises against your heated skin.

You thought he would move straight onto eating you out, but instead he pushes your top up slightly, kissing across your stomach. You could feel him smiling against you as he drifted over a ticklish spot, doing it again so your muscles jumped. He makes a tiny nipping trail back down your naval, placing butterfly kisses on your mound just above the patch of neatly trimmed downy hair.

"Oh baby, you are so fucking wet and I've barely touched you." He taunts you softly, hovering above your needy pussy, his breath teasing your clit as he laughs, keeping your hips still with his large hands.

  "Eddie, please." You whine, running a desperate hand through his mess of curls trying to pull him closer.

"What's the matter sweetheart, tell me what you need?" He asks in mock concern, his Cheshire cat grin growing wider.

"I need your tongue." You beg, considering writing an amendment in the pact that stated Eddie couldn't tease you like this every damn time.

"Need my tongue where?" His tone is the epitome of innocence, brown eyes wide as saucers, like he’s gunning for an Academy Award.

"Jesus, Eddie, are you really going to make me give you explicit instructions?" You groan, trying to press your hips up but he has you royally pinned down with a strength that surprised you. He doesn’t answer, brown eyes staring up at you, goading you silently as he sucks another hickey onto your hip bone.

"Eddie, will you please fuck my cunt with your mouth?" You plead, wanting to cry.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises, finally swiping a long languid lick through your folds to your clit. 

If Eddie was a good kisser it was nothing compared to this, his tongue lapping at you like a condemned man presented with his last meal, you pull his hair and that only spurs him on switching from suckling your swollen clit, to tongue fucking you and back again. 

"Oh fuck!" You cry out wantonly, not caring that you sound like a porn star from the adult section of Family Video, Eddie doesn’t seem to care either moaning against you in such a way the vibrations have you seeing stars.

  "Wanna ride my fingers Princess?" He pants, chin glistening obscenely from your wetness, coming up to kiss you deeply.

“Please.” You breathe, catching his mouth in another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He slips two fingers into your cunt with ease, scissoring rapidly.

“God, sweetheart, this pussy.” He groans, diving back in flickering his tongue against your clit.

“Think you can take another one of my fingers? Hmm? You take three fingers in your sweet little pussy and I'll make you cum? Give you another reward for being such a good little slut?” He asks, holding your free hand with his, anchoring you both.

"Please…" You hiccup weakly, you can hear how wet you are, feel it dripping down your slit to your ass, crying out as you feel the third finger enter your throbbing pussy, with an obscene squelch. Eddie stretches you wide, his fingers pressing insistently inside you seeking out the spot you could never reach yourself, his tongue focusing intensely on your clit. You prop yourself up on your elbows, the scene is utter debauchery, Eddie has a look of pure bliss on his face, like your pussy is the most delicious thing in the world.

Placing both hands on the back of his head, you ride his tongue and fingers with abandon, Eddie lets out a guttural groan, you can see by the way he’s pressing his hips to the floor, that he is chasing his own release in whatever form of friction he can find.

  The speed of his fingers increased, pumping you deeply, crooking them upwards and you feel your walls clamping hard, your orgasm shooting through you like lightning, violent to the point of pain.

"Fuck!" You yelp, thinking it was finished but Eddie only retracts his fingers to replace them with his tongue, licking as deeply as he can go, thoroughly fucking you with the wet muscle, lapping up your cream. 

"Ed's it's too much." You cry out, trying to push him away as you quickly become oversensitive, burning with continuous pleasure.

"I can't stop baby, you taste so good, gonna make me cum in my pants." He whines against your cunt, and you feel your pussy clench hard again around his exploring tongue at the thought.

"Eddie, come here, please." You beg, suddenly desperate to feel his heavy cock in your mouth, finally able to push him off, you sit up tugging frantically at his belt, Eddie catches on quickly leaning back on his calves trying to help you with shaky hands.

"Sweetheart, shit." He gasps as you pull his length free, the head swollen, bright red and leaking heavily with pre-cum. You waste no time taking him into your mouth, tongue lapping up the salty liquid, sucking him deep to the back of your throat, bobbing rhythmically. 

Eddie whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, if you had been standing it would have made your knees weak, his hands tangling in your hair.

"Baby, fuck, so good, oh my god. I'm gonna- fuck I'm gonna cum princess." He chokes out with something akin to a sob, making to pull you off, but you take him deeper, eyes watering as you gag; feeling several spurts of hot cum hit the back of your throat swallowing it all with a moan.

  Eddie pulls you off him with a wanton grunt, smashing your lips together in a messy kiss, tasting each other. You didn't realise how much you are trembling until you break apart for air, feeling dizzy as Eddie presses his forehead to yours, hands rubbing at your arms reassuringly.

"You ok sweetheart?" He asks quietly.

"I think so." You laugh shakily, trying to catch your breath. "You are really good at that." 

Eddie flushes a deeper shade of pink all the way up to his ears.

"Yeah ditto princess." He grins bashfully, both still kneeling, the surrounding air feeling oddly charged, you suppress a shiver suddenly aware of your lack of clothing from the waist down.

"Um Eddie, where are my clothes?" You ask awkwardly; feeling strangely exposed now the heat of the moment has faded.

"Oh, uh - here." He leans into the cab retrieving your panties and skirt.

You mutter a small "thanks" as he hands them to you, pulling your panties back up you register the time on your watch, 23:47 glaring up at you.

  "Shit!" You shriek loudly, forcing your skirt back up with renewed vigour, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"What? What is it?" Eddie yelps, yanking his boxers up, eyes darting about in panic clearly expecting to see something nasty like a cockroach.

"Oh my god Eddie, my curfew is at midnight. If I'm not home in exactly 13 minutes my Dad will kill me!" You cry clambering into the front of the van, he jumps up to follow you smacking the crown of his head on the roof.

"Ow! Fuck! JESUS! Why didn't you say you had a curfew?!" Eddie shouts frantically, his jeans still around his knees as he climbs into the cab, clumsily falling into the driver's seat. 

"I lost track of time, this wasn't exactly how I planned to spend the night!" You yell back.

"It's alright sweetheart, I'll get you there." He reassures you but doesn’t sound overly confident as he zips his fly.

  Fortunately Eddie knows roughly where you live, as your house backs onto the same street as his friend Gareth's.

"Eddie, my Dad can't kill me if I'm already dead." You remind him anxiously, jolting about in your seat, hands on the grab handle for support as he takes another corner at breakneck speed, your stomach lurching, the time now 23:53.

"Baby I said I'd get you there." Eddie responds through gritted teeth, almost mounting a curb. You were only one block away when you screamed. 

"Wait, stop!" 

Eddie slams the brakes hard, the van screeching to a halt, bracing your arms against the dashboard.

"What the hell?!" He yells

"You can't drop me off outside my house, my Dad will freak out if he thinks I've been with a boy all night instead of at the party with Robin." You explain, quickly checking yourself over in the rear-view mirror, desperate to make it look like you hadn't spent the entire evening having sex. 

  "You could have told me that before I shredded my tires." He hisses, looking furious, as you hop out.

You stand awkwardly on the sidewalk unsure what to say, Eddie also seemed to be on unfamiliar ground.

"Sooo, I guess I'll see you Monday at school?" You say.

"Uh yeah, see you at school."

You nod, starting to walk away, feeling weirdly deflated when Eddie speaks again.

"Or I could - uh give you a call tomorrow after work, see if you wanted to hang out or something?" He stammers, you can’t hide your grin as you slip hurriedly back into the van, you reach into his jacket pocket pulling out the pen from the diner, scribbling your number onto the palm of his hand.

  "What should I say if your Dad answers?" He asks warily.

"He won't, I've got a separate line." You say, clambering out again. "And besides we're just innocent study buddies Edward." You grin cheekily, striding away. 

"It's a sin to lie sweetheart." He calls after you, you flick your skirt up in response, flashing your ass.

"Going to hell anyway Munson." You shout back to the sound of his raucous laughter, hearing the van peel away.

  You reach your front door at 11:59, puffed out from jogging the last few steps, you had done way too much cardio this evening. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, you creep up the stairs, inches away from the sanctuary of your bedroom when your Dad's voice rings out from across the hall.

  "Cutting it a little fine there kiddo." 

  You winced hoping he would have been asleep but knowing no such luck. You poke your head into his room,  determined to keep as much of you hidden as possible knowing you'd had to have at least one hickey blooming on your neck.

He was sitting up in bed with a car magazine in hand and an impassive expression on his face.

"Hey Dad, sorry, I lost track of time." 

  "Was it a good party?" He asks, taking off his reading glasses.

  "It was ok." You reply non-committedly.

  "Just ok? Was Steve there?" He presses, a knowing look on his face.

  "Yeah, but I didn't really see much of him, he was with Nancy." You could tell he was confused at your calm demeanor, usually after a party you would either come home crying over Steve or mooning over Steve depending on the situation, you tried not to squirm under his searching gaze.

  "Ok Sprout, so long as you had a good time."  He says finally, flipping his magazine back open. "And remember to set your alarm, you've got work tomorrow."

"Will do, night Dad." 

Worried he might decide to call you back for more in depth questioning, you retreat to your room as quickly as possible, letting out a groan seeing the state you and Robin had left it in.

Showering in record time you slump out of the bathroom, shoving your rejected outfits off the bed and onto the floor, crawling under the covers head spinning with tiredness. Amusing yourself as you drift off that if someone had told you that morning, that you'd be ending the day with Eddie Munson's face in-between your thighs you would have laughed and then had them committed.