#so stick your tongue out and make horns at them because it’s gonna get you laugh

[courtingchaos]

I’m just here as your friendly neighborhood podcast listener and current layabout with not much going on.

I’ve seen a few things about Eddie and the community turning on him quickly. I think a lot of things people aren’t remembering or realizing is just how prevalent the satanic panic was, and is, in the US.

Now there’s no chance that everyone in Hawkins hated Eddie and believed the satanic stuff. I mean, look at everyone in Hellfire. I guarantee parents were wary at first but then Eddie shows up like a goofball or has a string of ma’am’s and sir’s and they realize he’s just a kid with a lot attached to his name from a lot of terrible circumstances.

Anyways. A good thing to listen to is the You’re Wrong About podcast. Specifically these episodes.

Very first one of the podcast:

And then these two both have multiple parts to them, the first one is actually about the book that kind of jumpstarted the whole panic to begin with.

This also has multiple parts. This one is about someone getting seduced by a ‘satanic cult’.

These would have been books that while not everyone would have had one in their home, anyone who was devout or at the least religious, would have bought or read their own copy.

Basically all I’m getting at is that Eddie would have had a lot going against him. I know that a lot of people didn’t want to read Flight of Icarus but Eddie’s character is built on a very shaky foundation. The town dogpiling when the ‘Queen Bee’ gets killed, especially if they’ve already decided that he is a satanist? It was only a matter of time.

[callooopie]

Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. evil)

— the bad —

Me and my husband, we’re sticking together — Me and My Husband // Mitski

We’ve explored the ‘good’ of modern! Davos. But now it’s time to explore the bad.

cw — toxic behavior within relationships. Possessive behavior.

Davos is a gamer. And does have gamer rage. But it’s not the type where he’ll cool off after the game or where he’ll laugh about it. These fuckers are throwing his ranked games��they deserve the death penalty and to get doxxed AT LEAST. A bad night on league, csgo, or valorant has a chance of making him violently angry. It’s like you need to leave the room for safety type shit. He has punched his monitor, and he does punch walls. He snaps out of that behavior when he gets with you. Or tries to at least. He doesn’t want you to see that but you do, once in a while. He just can’t stand it! Idiots—idiots with keyboards in front of their fucking blind faces. Goddamn—not to mention you- … just—just get out! He’s fine just—! GET THE FUCK OUT! Close the fucking door behind you Jesus Christ—.. can’t do the simplest shit…

Temperamental. Almost to a startling level. The smallest thing can set him off sometimes, but that’s only if he’s already in a bad mood to begin with. Someone looking at you a little too long? He’ll glare at them, maybe even take an intimidating step toward them. On the road and some fucker’s going too slow? He will lay on the horn and curse them out. Once he did get out of the car to “deal” with “this jackass”. Someone wanted to fight? He’ll stand on business too don’t worry (he did win, but a win that didn’t make you feel good watching it). Laying a gentle hand on him cools him down a little, but what really stops him is the look of disbelief and fear on your face. What? He was just showing that guy what was up—you honestly think he’d kill someone? It looked like he would, are you dumb? That wasn’t even a full fight—don’t be stupid..

Don’t look at his Twitch dashboard. He will still follow people who’re ‘problematic’ or are just straight up cringe. Yes, there are also essentially naked egirl streamers too. Oh what? He can’t follow them? Why? They make good content, plus he was following them before he was with you. He doesn’t even watch them anymore! Don’t tell him you’re policing his media consuming now too—wha? No no! He didn’t mean it like that—

If you fight, he will not let you leave. He wants to settle whatever it is right then and there, no cooling off or whatever. It does stem from a good place somewhat; he doesn’t want to prolong the argument, or revisit it ever. So he wants to just figure out the solution right there. Which means he’ll do anything to stop you from leaving. This behavior makes the argument and situation much worse. Grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. Blocking the door… what? You wanna go? You can’t just walk off like that! You’re just ignoring the problem! He’s not letting you—Get back here!

Davos’s apologies… are technically sincere. He’s more so scared of being left alone, without you. So he’ll say anything to make you stay with him. Sweetened words, kisses against your skin and face. Spamming texts, repeated phone calls. You know he didn’t mean it! He’s just got an impulsive tongue, he says things he doesn’t mean. You know this already.. he’s trying to be better! Better for you! Won’t you come back? Please? He’s sorry, really. No take backs. He’ll be better this time around..

He is loyal. Which is good, but also that means he’s clingy. You could be the toxic one of the relationship, but he would stay regardless because of his unwavering commitment and love to/for you (and fear of being alone). He stands on business with you, whether if it’s your fault or not. If someone’s gonna swing at you, he’s gonna be there to take the blow and swing right back. But his devotion can turn suffocating, smothering. He needs you to respond to his texts and calls, he needs you to check in with him throughout the day. He’s loyal to you.. but how does he know you’re loyal to him..? He just missed you! ..you texted him ten minutes ago?—so what?? You’re his! he should know what’s going on with you. Plus he’s bored, can’t you do something with him? …you don’t have time for him? What?! Why?! …are you with someone right now—

That leads to this. He will absolutely be in your business. Where’re you going? Who’re you texting? Hey who was that? A guy friend? Hmmm he looks suspicious.. the way he smiled at you… maybe you should drop that friend. Davos doesn’t like his intentions. Yes, there are always intentions—why can’t you just listen to him for once? God didn’t you see the way that guy looking at you? Davos would be the type to get into a fist fight because he deems someone’s glance toward you as making a move. That fucker’s been staring at you the entire time you’ve been here! He had to do something. What if that guy had bad intentions hm? God—you just aren’t aware of things are you? ..he didn’t mean it like that c’mon now—

Returning back to his gaming habits.. Davos will ignore you if he is gaming. If you’re not someone who plays the same as him? You’re getting ignored for at least five hours or more at night. But if you are a gamer and you both play together? He’s the guy who “kindly” criticizes your every move. Backhanded comments, mansplaining basic gameplay mechanics. Yeah… he’s that guy. Hm.. he guesses that was a nice move. He would’ve made a different play that wasted less resources however. It was good enough he supposes. Do you even know how this mechanic works? You do? Oh.. well you act like you don’t understand the basic macro of the game—

[batpunkks]

charlie walker and his head game.

MINORS GO AWAY.

(Not edited so please excuse grammar)

He would be needy with it, like you would be laying down with your pussy off the edge of the bed as he was kneeled down eating you like a man starved <3

And whenever you grasp tightly at his hair and pull him back, he’ll look at you with his normally piercing eyes, but this time their soft and begging, is messy lips parted and his brows furrowed. (He would be needy and beg you to let in go back down because this man is so HORN KNEE).

Think your period is going to stop him? Hell no, if anything it makes him more eager to do it, so then you can really see how messy he can get with it.

Likes to tease you a little bit before finally giving in, will kiss the insides of your thighs. If he’s really in the mood, he’ll lick right around your folds but never touch them until you’re begging.

Would totally love holding you down with one hand on your stomach and the other holding a leg open 👀

sitting. on. his face. Oh my good god.

He lives for it. Loves to be suffocated with the thickness of your thighs as you’re on top of him, and he really goes to town.

Bonus points for handcuffing him, because that gets him the most riled up. He likes being able to feel you when you’re like this and if you take that away, he’s gonna get bratty and whiney. If you tell him you’ll uncuff him if you cum… r.i.p vaginae

Starting out he OBVIOUSLY isn’t some expert, he was a virgin before he met you (omg who woulda thought 😱) but the more you communicate with him on what feels good and what doesn’t, he’s observant and will memorize everything you tell him. He just really really wants you to feel good. Becomes a pussy-eating god by the time you’re done with him.

Would ask you to take a Polaroid of him with his mouth covered in you so you could keep it for yourself. (You end up sticking it in your wallet and go unresponsive if anyone sees it and asks what it is.)

If there’s one thing he likes more than you having a picture of him is that he has pictures of you. Oh good lord, in a back pocket of his wallet, he has so many photos of you it creates a lump in the leather.

Favorite favorite favorite thing to do is to wrap his lips around your clit and suck, moving his tongue around. It’s a sure shot to make you cum and you always make the dirtiest noises when he does it. He just loves seeing the effect it has on you ❤️

Yeah, yeah yeah, I know I already have a one shot of this shit but I’m doing it again. Cry.

[lu-dao-writes]

I’ll Be Your Pretty Girl (Ais x Wei) (Crossdressing)

Synopsis A top decides to pretty himself and get absolutely fucked by the local demon gang leader.

Warning(s) Crossdressing, feminization, rough sex, degradation, hair pulling, gay/anal sex.

A/N I swapped out the first-time prompt for crossdressing because I couldn’t think of anything for it. I love me a man who looks or likes feminine things 👉🏼👈🏼. Also, I’m not the greatest at describing clothes so there’s a link.

Ais felt a different type of hunger stir as he stares Wei down, the man dressed completely different than usual today. Gone are his usual clothes, and now he’s donning a red corset, a long red skirt with a slit, his ankles held hostage by black heels. His curls are wild and free, his face painted tastefully with makeup, and there’s even a nice leather choker wrapped around his neck.

Delicious. He looks absolutely delicious, and Wei had all of Ais’s attention, as well as a few other occupants in the Wet Wick, but Wei’s eyes remained on Ais only. 

Ais lets Wei sit on his lap, one of his bruised hands possessively holding onto Wei’s hip while the other leisurely grasps his glass of whiskey. 

Both ignore the whispers and Leander who gawks not too far from them.

“I believe we have an arrangement to get to,” Wei says coyly, dragging a finger against one of his horns, getting a shudder from the gang leader. 

“So impatient,” he replies calmly. “Won’t you let me finish my drink?”

“Either you finish it now, or I’ll do it for you. I’ve been waiting all day for this,” Wei replies readily, impatience mixing with sultry, his ruby gaze growing darker.

They both stare at each other for a moment, the noise around them dimming into nothingness. When Ais finally decides he’ll finish his drink, it’s promptly snatched up by Wei and going down his throat in one go. 

Ais chuckles lowly, a hidden promise that Wei will pay for. 

“A-Aughh! Aaahh~! Fuck, fuck..!” Bingwei moans shamelessly as he's plowed against the wall of the brothel room they bought, Ais fisting Wei’s curls like he did something unforgivable to him. 

With each ruthless thrust, Wei’s dick slapped against the fabric of his corset, beads of pearl sticking to the red. His makeup by now is smudged, making him look like a true harlot. 

“What a good girl you are,” Ais grunts, smirking. “Taking my cock so. Fucking. Well.”

With each emphasized thrust, Wei cries out, his eyes rolling back and drool dripping from his tongue. 

Ais takes one of Wei’s fishnet covered legs and lifts it up so that he could bend Wei to his will and fuck him a little deeper.

“A-Ais..! Ais, I-! Mmm-ahh! C-Cuming, I’m g-gonna-!”

“Cum for me pretty girl~.”

Wei cries out as he’s slammed into ecstasy, his hair yanked back painfully, and cum spurting out from the tip of his cock, painting the wall and his corset, some dripping to the floor. 

Wei pants noisily, giggling a little as well, and he can’t still how painfully hard Ais is in his ass.

They were far from done.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Gyro zeppeli nsfw alphabet

A- after care (what he’s like after sex)

He heads straight to bed. I know you gyro simps wanna think he’d be all lovey dovey but he wouldn’t. He’d ask if you want some water and then go to bed facing the opposite way from you. Then ask you to turn the light out. Chad fr😩

B- body part (his favorite body part of his and his partners)

His favorite body part is his chest, he loves the way it looks. Every time he sees it he can’t help but just admire it. He loves it and he knows the lady’s (and men👀) love it too.

His favorite on his partner tho is their legs. Guy loves smooth legs. Idk he just looks like he loves to admire and kiss your legs up and down (turn on fr)

C- cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He basically cums anywhere but he likes it mainly on your tongue so he’ll tell you to stick it out and he’ll cum onto it, maybe in you eye by accident or something but majority on your tongue. Then he’ll have you swallow it.

D- dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

He loves to have you tie him up and use him as a sex toy. He adores it actually. He loves having his dignity ripped away as he’s begging you to let him slam you down onto his cock, moaning out loud about how good you are to him and how good you feel.

E- experience (how much experience he has)

He’s had some lady friends canonically but they didn’t stay long because he didn’t know what he was doing, he learned a little after them but still needs help so he’ll ask you if he’s doing it right. You have to be honest with him though.

F- favorite position

REVERSE COWGIRL!! he loves seeing your ass ripple every time you slam down onto his cock. Gripping and massaging you waist while he slams you down. He’ll smack your ass too.

G- goofy (is he more serious or goofy during sex)

He’ll joke sometimes but sex it more romantic for him so if he makes a joke you and him will laugh then right back to him pounding into you and making you scream his name

H- hair (how well groomed is he)

He is a mess. Literally just forgets to shave anything that isn’t his face. His pubes are crazy, but if you tell him to shave he’ll shave. Hes just not gonna want to shave.

I- intimacy (how is he during the deed)

He tries to be intimate but he’s just scared to show you his vulnerability since yaknow he’s not supposed to show any emotion ever🙄 he wants to just hold you close and kiss your face and the rest of you body aswell but he just can’t.

J- jack off (masturbation hc)

He jerks off a l o t. Over eager horn dog. He can’t sleep unless he cums, stress man. He likes to fantasy about you role playing with him and he gets super into it. Moaning your name out. He’d probably sneak a pair of your underwear and wrap it around his cock while he jerks off, oopsie.

K- kink (a kink of his)

Role playing: doctor and patient (come on now. Y’all saw this coming) you come in for an check up and it takes a detour. You start talking about sex or something related to it, you get hot and so does he. You get bent over the bed and he gets rid of a boner. Win win.

L- location (favorite places to do it)

Well. He’s not really anywhere else but the desert for most of part 7 but probably behind a building. Maybe right behind a restaurant or something in an alley way so he can press you against the wall. He likes the risk of almost getting caught but knowing he won’t.

M- motivation (what turns him on)

LEGS. Legs on someone send him into flames. Especially if their legs are particularly good looking in sheer tights. He won’t stop staring and he’ll get an obvious erection

N- no (something he wouldn’t do. Turn off)

Whips and bdsm stuff. He’s scared of it tbh so he doesn’t want any part in it. Prob reminds him of his old job or something

O- oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill act.)

He likes to do both. Receiving is his favorite since he is a dick head who hates giving back, but he does occasionally get horny and want to please you and him at the same time. Maybe he’ll get turned on from pleasing you but that’s rare

p- pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Hes- not fast and rough but not slow and sensual either. He’s kinda just, however he wants it? Like if you want him to go faster he’ll go faster but he’s gonna be rough about it. He likes to hear you beg him to slow down, idk why.

Q- quickie (his opinion on quickies, how often etc.)

Love them. He loves to just face fuck you behind a store or something. If you’re into it, he’ll do it all the time. He gets pretty stressed so quickies are an easy reliever for his poor soul. Wear no underwear and bend down in front of him and he’ll plow you against a wall I swear.

R- risk ( is he willing to experiment, does he take risks)

He likes quickies so I assume he likes the risk that comes with it. Almost getting caught but knowing he won’t be. Thinking about how easily Johnny could catch you two. Yea, I say he likes it.

S- stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last)

He can go all night if he really wanted to. If you’re up for it and you two can take little water breaks or something in between, he’ll be more than happy to do it for You

T- toys (does he own toys? does he use them, on himself or his partner)

He doesn’t own toys but if you wanted to use some on him he’d let you. Slide a vibrator in and out of his hole while you’re jerking him off. Cums ropes.

V- volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?)

He grunts. Maybe you’ll hear a moan or two but he just likes to grunt and talk to you about how good you feel. Maybe degrade you but that’s it.

W- wild card (random nsfw hc)

He loves to tit fuck or even thigh fuck. Your plush skin against his hot hard cock. It feels so good he just can’t get enough.. fucking your thighs while he’s behind you, whispering in your ear..but he knows how hard it is to get him off sometimes so he just sticks to regular sex.

X- x-ray (let’s see how they look under them clothes)

Cock is a solid 6 in not too big not too small. It’s a little thicker than average and will hurt going in. Uncircumcised. The tip is a little red and his pubes are crazy.

Y- yearning (how high is his sex drive)

High as the sky. Fr. He loves sex so much. It’s like his favorite thing to do ever. If you’re in the mood and he’s in the mood, you’re in for a ride.

Z- zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

Immediately. Asks if you want anything to drink or need anything and just passes out

————

Buy me a Kofi! ☕️

Definitely not required but they do help:)

[myarlert]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐩.𝟐

itto, diluc, childe & thoma x fem!reader.

cw: smut, oral [f. receiving.], fingering, tongue fucking,

self indulgent, not proofread, written in under an hour.

minors do not interact + rbs are appreciated!

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

very messy, isn’t afraid of it. he isn’t scared to really get in there. his fingers stuffing inside, stretching you nicely, letting his nails gently trace over your inner thighs. he eats pussy for his pleasure.

his tongue is rough and how he presses it inside gently before pulling it out, replacing it with his fingers as he tongue fucks you to an orgasm within seconds. and he loves to throw in nasty little comments every now and then, ‘oh yeah? mm yeah i know i make you feel this good..’ or ‘mhm, scream louder, let them hear how good i fucking make you feel.’ but part of me also thinks itto would be nearly shy? if he was in a softer mood he would DEFINITELY want you to grab at his horns and have you use him, rub your dripping, sloppy cunt all over his face as you see fit.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

10/10 will tie his hair in a low bun before devouring you. and i mean.. DEVOUR YOU. diluc is a man of great taste, so why wouldn’t his favorite treat be your pretty cunt? he LOVES when he can hold down your thighs or when they’re tossed over his shoulders, his hands laying over the tops of them to keep them steady, though it’s hard to remain grounded when he’s sucking so hard at your clit. he loves when you start getting all blabbery and desperately begging for him to put at least one finger in, ‘how about the tip of my finger, hm? think you can cum from that alone?’ spoiler, you can. he would very much be into cute names, such as babydoll, princess, sweetheart, peach. hes not gonna stop til you’re dripping, covering the counters of the tavern long after it’s closed and his hair is in his face, strands sticking to his forehead from sweat and your slick.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

has no remorse for how rough he can get. he comes home stressed a majority of the time, n all he wants to do is drown everything out with your pussy. and i mean literally, he would physically pick you up and hold you down on his face. ‘shhh baby.. jus lemme..’ hed mumble against you, the vibrations feeling so nice :( would absolutely encourage you to bounce down against him, moaning as you do so, maybe even bringing a hand down to stroke himself while you’re grinding your leaky pussy against his face. ‘sit up baby, sit up, lay back.’ oh and how he would put you in the nastiest of positions while standing up beside the bed, bending down to start stuffing his fingers inside… he would just wanna take out every little bit of stress out on you, leaving your thighs trembling and clit aching for the rest of the night.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

IS SUCH A SWEETIE PIE PLS HE WOULD BE SO SHY — i need to stop yelling, he would be so shy at first, really asking you to how him where to touch, rub etc. he really wants to make you feel good and get it perfect :( he would memorize every little twitch and noise you make, drawing a mental map of where he touched to make sure to focus on it again later. especially when he pulls the hood of your clit back, just to lick so lightly at it, THATS HIS FAVORITE, because he loves your little squirms and spasms so much <3 ‘right there? does that feel good? oh i’m so glad..’ while getting another finger ready to stuff inside 🥺

tagging @okhotel @paradisdementor @soaringmirror @rowsn @strawberryerwin @chaotic-nick @sftbunnyy @atsumeii @bbyatsumu @p-antomime @pakulvr @s-sukuna

[honey-milk-depresso]

Octavinelle cute s/o who’s a feral driver

Finishing drafts :PP 

**Notes: All characters are grown up to legally drive, domestic life with the Octatrio individually, fluff, crack, slight cussing

==============================================================

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul loves you with his heart really.

You’re his adorable lover and now that he’s married with you,

it feels like a dream come true knowing you’re under the same roof as him, as two lovers together.

You’ve always been someone kind and caring,

and you’re so gentle and patient with him,

even with the whole contracts problem, you forgave him and still continue to love him octopus or not.

You told him he’s Azul and you only love Azul.

So-

Imagine him,

rushing to work,

he asks you to drive and-

“FCKING BITCH- MOVE ASIDE YOU FCKS- MY HUSBAND IS GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK BECAUSE OF YOU DUMBFCKS-”

He was so shock.

Like-

What happened to his kind and gentle s/o???

WTF IS GOING ON-

As he sees you continuously spitting out cusses at the other drivers during the rush hour, sticking out the middle finger at them and honking super aggressively-

He- he doesn’t know wtf happened to you- it’s like you’re an entirely new person.

Once you dropped you off at work, you smiled warmly at him and wished him a good day while apologising to Azul hearing you... um... get angry at some of the troublesome drivers- he waved it off and kissed your forehead, though he’s still quite shaken by your sudden shift of attitude.

Azul still might feel a little shaken by your feral driver side, by he still loves you and he still treats you like the love of his life <3

But- remind him never to make you pissed-

Jade Leech

You are his precious pearl,

and kind and gentle soul harbours in your heart that you share willingly to him,

and he shares his willingly with you.

Even after so many years, you have stayed together,

and being married to you has been something he truly never regrets.

Just living with you in a simple house,

growing and loving mushrooms with you.

And he thinks you’re quite a gentle person, you don’t really get mad most of the time.

Well, not at him at least-

So when he needed a lift from work

to get back home-

you offered to pick him up-

and-

like-

*aggressive car honking* “FCKING MOVE BASTARD- DINNER IS GONNA BE FCKING COLD AND I HAVE TO COOK IT AGAIN YOU BITCHES- DO YOU WANT MY HUSBAND TO STARVE YOU MOTHERFCKERS?? THEN WHY DON’T YOU-”

Stares at you with wide eyes.

He’s.... somehow pleasantly surprised??

He’d never expected you to become so... aggressive when you’re angered by something like traffic jams.

How amusing.

He grin at the other people who seemed to get their tongues caught at how angry you were at them, and glared at others while also sharply slamming his hand on the car horn, as you cussed at the person who almost knocked into you.

Ah, what a nice and refreshing day with the love of his life <3

Floyd Leech

Shrimpy being his lover and now as a married couple!

He still treats you like how he was with you back in NRC; like as if you two were dating again.

Floyd honestly thinks you’re so adorable,

and just a side note-

Floyd loves hugging you from behind and laying his forehead on your shoulder, asking what you’re doing today.

OIKJDBJKDHJD I’M SORRY TODAY IS FLOYD SIMPING DAY DJHUDGJHGDHGDHGDHGD-

AHWAWWAWAWAWA- I WANT TO HUG HIM TOO-BVSHVS

Floyd never really thought much about you being-

like-

f e r a l-

But-

the time when you drove him back home-

and-

you know-

“FCKING-” *aggressive car honking* “YOU BITCHES ARE STUPID OR WHAT- YOU’RE TURNING INTO MY LANE AND ALMOST FCKING KILLED US YOU MOTHERFCKS, DUMBSHITS, MY HUSBAND AND I NEED TO GET BACK FOR DINNER- WHO TF DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, FCKING DUMBASSES-”

Oh

my

sevens-

this-

is-

B E A U T I F U L-

He’s surprised, but he joins in lmao-

“YEAH, YOU SHITS- MOVE-”

Cussing together, but started laughing by how stupid you guys are and how stupid the drivers are as well.

All feral road rage quits seemed to die out as you both laugh by how coordinated you guys were.

You’re feral side is sure something he’ll remember <3 do it again to that driver-

reblogs help! ^^

[warmaidensrevenge]

Request by @salenorona23

Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

This made my heart happy. Established relationship but no one knows just yet.

Warnings: fluff and slight body insecurities, language.

It's short but I love it

Summary: a boy, a girl and costumes.

🎃🖤🧡

"Common sweets. Just wear it. Please. Pretty please with sugar on top."

" Ed's it's really short. Everyone is gonna see my big thighs."

" Who cares? I want to see them. I need the guys to know I'm with the prettiest girl in the universe. "

" Ed's."

" Sweets..I'll let you braid my hair after school."

You gasped. " Really? Can I put some beads in?"

" Anything you want sweetie."

" Okay I'll see you at school. Love you."

Eddie chuckled " Love you. Bye."

Eddie hung up the phone and grabbed his cape and his plastic vampire teeth. He drew red lines down either side of his chin with the lipstick you gave him. Today was Halloween and he was excited because it was his favorite holiday. It was even better now that the new girl in Hawkins was his girlfriend. He had asked her out on her first day of school. He wanted to get to you before anyone could tell you the rumors about him. And since then he hung out with you all the time. But it wasn't until 2 weeks ago did he ask you to be his girl. In which you were more than happy to say yes. You were this beautiful curvy girl that reminded him of his favorite teddy growing up. All soft and warm. He loved it. He loved you. And today he was gonna make sure everyone knew it.

...

He was walking to his normal spot in the cafeteria with the biggest grin he could conjure.

" What's got you so smug?" Dustin asked.

" I... have an announcement." Eddie said while climbing up the table. " I...Edward Joseph Munson am in love." He grabbed his heart and grinned shaking his head.

" I have fallen for a sweet maiden and have fought many beasts for her affection. Battling orcs and white knights I have come out victorious." He looked over to the jock table.

" Want something freak?" Jason sneered

Eddie mocked him by throwing up devil horns and sticking out his tongue.

"An angel of cheer had my heart."

" What?!" everyone at the table said at the same time.

Eddie hopped off the table and sat down at the head.

"A cheerleader? Dude you are not dating Chrissy. Jason would kill you." Mike said

" Please let him try. Besides Chrissy? Really?" Eddie narrowed his eyes at him.

" Then who is it?" Jeff asked.

" You'll see." Eddie said with excitement.

" No way you're dating a cheerleader. Those girls aren't your type." Dustin huffed

" What? I don't have a type. All women are beautiful. But my girl is the prettiest of them all." He proclaimed holding out his hand gesturing around the cafeteria.

That's when he heard you laugh. He turned to look at you. " There she is. Pretty as the day is long."

The guys were stammering and calling him out for being a liar.

" SHUT UP! You're distracting me from my favorite show." He said turning his body to the side and crossed his legs, resting his chin on his knuckles.

You were walking backwards talking to Robin and Nancy. Your hair was in a high ponytail with a gentle curl in it. The white, green and orange uniform fit you just right. The skirt bouncing against your round full bottom made Eddie bite his index finger. His eyes went down your body to your full thighs rubbing each other.

Fuuuck!

His eyes moved to your all white cheer shoes. Your shoelace was untied and he stood up wanting to stop you from walking so you wouldn't fall. But you had noticed it right away. You stopped and bent down to tie them. Your skirt lifted up as you went and Eddie caught a glimpse of your skin tight short shorts you had on under the skirt. He fell to his knees at the sight. He hung his head and groaned. After he threw back his head looking up to the ceiling. He mouthed a 'thank you' to the Lord.

That's when you saw him. You giggled at his dramatics. You went to the table with Nancy and Robin who were also laughing.

" Hey Ed's. Whatcha doing on the floor?"

" I uhh was worshiping my goddess. Nothing major." He said getting to his feet.

He could feel all the guys staring at you and he turned to them.

" That's right. My Aphrodite in the flesh. But remember fellas you can look but you most definitely cannot touch. Or I'll have your heads."

" You uhh look umm really nice y/n." Gareth mumbled

" Thank you" you gave him a sweet smile.

" Alright that's enough bucko. Don't need to compete for my girls attention."

" I wasn't -"

Eddie gave him a glare.

" Ed's stop it. He was just being nice. Besides like you said. I'm your girl."

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. " I'm gonna go study with the girls. Want to get pizza later?"

" Only if you will be wearing that sweets." He pouted looking down at your cheer uniform.

You went to whisper in his ear. " I can be in it anytime you want."

Eddie's eyes widen and a huge smile was plastered on his face.

" Oh you little minx." He teased.

" Love you." You giggled while giving him a kiss

" Love you sweets."

He watched you walk away. Dustin tried to say something but Eddie held out a finger so he could watch you leave.

" Hate to see her go, but I love watching her walk away" He tugged his bottom lip.

When you were finally out of sight he sat back down.

" Dude she's totally not a cheerleader."

Eddie looked at Mike chewing on a pretzel. " Well tonight boys...She is."

...

[mystic-wolf]

first time with the boys // aoba johsai

Here's aoba johsais version for you thirsty thots. (Fun fact oikawas first time is based on my first time lmao)

Tooru Oikawa

You're his first.

This man is the king of flirting but boy kept his virginity for someone special. Aka you!!

You'd of been flirting for so long and dancing on the edge of being in a relationship, both of you two scared yo fully commit.

Got drunk at a Halloween party and he eventually just mumbled out how much he likes you and wants to be your pretty boyfriend.

Ofc you said yes.

He'd dressed as a devil with spikey red horns and you as an angel. He looked adorable tbh.

Carried you home on his back and nearly dropped you trying to climb the fence.

Stumbled upstairs smothering each other in kisses and fell onto the bed in a mound of giggles.

You were both still a little tipsy but he'd ask if he could fuck you in your costume cause you look so hot. Of course you said yes and fumbled around in your purse for a condom.

He'd gotten all cocky saying how you'd planned this and couldn't resist him so you just smacked his cheek with the packet before tugging his pants and boxers down.

This man is packing, he knows and he's proud.

Makes a joke about how lucky you are to have him before you shove his shoulders down onto the bed and he loses the attitude.

Becomes a whining mess when you slide onto his cock.

His nails scratch at your thighs, the bedsheets, tug through his hair. Anything to try and cope with the immense pleasure.

Cums super early. He's never felt anything like this in his entire life.

Calls you princess when he cums.

He'd eat you out with his cum still inside you, just wanting you to experience the same amount of pleasure he did.

Looks up at you between your legs with those stupid devil horns on and tells you to cum for him.

You two just lie there for nearly an hour kissing and cuddling before finally moving to take a shower and get rid of your dumb costumes.

Hajime Iwaizumi

You've both got experience when you finally sleep together.

Iwa's a little shit and flirts to no end for months until you end up grinding up against him at a nightclub and he loses it.

Has a hard on immediately and you'd just press your ass even harder against him, pretend you're too drunk to realise.

He'd wrap his hand around your throat to pull you flush against his body and mumble how he's gonna destroy you when you get home.

Literally all you think about the entire night until hes pulling you into his apartment and lifting you off your feet to press against the wall.

His hands grab at your ass and he digs his fingers in stupidly hard until you cry out in pain and he fucking laughs against your lips.

Tells you how hard he's gonna fuck you and how you won't be walking straight for a week when he's done with you.

Practically throws you on the bed as he starts to strip and tells you to do the same.

You rip your dress a little trying to unzip it and throw it somewhere across the room.

Iwa slides his knee between your thighs when he kisses you and you can't help but grind down against his muscled thighs. He makes a joke about you getting off just from that.

Replaces his knee with 2 of his fingers and eats up all the noises you make. You moan at how good it is, how talented he is with his fingers.

Iwa loves the praise.

He guides one of your hands to his cock and it looks so dainty because of how big it is.

You get him to full hardness and ask next time this happens if he'll face fuck you.

He's too lost in you wanting a second round to answer and just roughly presses his entire length into you.

You cry out and scratch at his shoulders a little until the hot pain starts to fade and then demand he fuck you into next week.

And this boy delivers.

He puts your ankles on his shoulders, one hand wrapped around your pretty neck as he rails you into the bed sheets.

You feel like he's fucked your brains out because all you can do is lay there cross eyed and mouth open in a constant string of moans.

You're already close but when his thumb starts to rub at your clit you lose it.

You shake against the bed and his body, tongue poking out and eyes fluttering shut as he fucks you through your orgasm.

So full of himself he'd just carry on and say how good he is and how lucky you are to have his cock. And even in your dumbed out state you'd weakly fight back and say he should be thankful he gets to fuck someone so pretty.

You just smirk and tell him to cum for you and by God does that get to him.

Squeezes your throat so tight when he cums and leaves tiny bruises against your skin.

He'd be super apologetic after and ask if you was okay and he'd be floored when you said you wanted him to do it again.

Afterwards you'd just lie in his bed in your underwear sharing a beer with him.

Issei Matsukawa

You both have experience, him moreso than you as he's older.

He'd seen you around college campus and got absolutely infatuated with seeing you everyday and what skirt you'd be wearing.

Got the courage to speak to you one day when you was sat on a bench doing work.

You'd become fast friends and spent a lot of time together and being horny 21 year olds it eventually lead to hooking up.

Brought you back to his dorm and dragged you too his bedroom before you could comment on the horrendous mess.

He hates his dorm mates right now.

He'd push you onto your hands and knees on the bed and nearly rip your thong when he pulls it to the side to stick his tongue against your ass.

You drop your head into the pillows to muffle the surprise.

He'd slip two fingers into your cunt and eat your ass until you're practically screaming for him to stop and just fuck you.

He's a tease and a huge dom though so he'd make you beg for him until he's satisfied.

You'd turn around so you're on your back and spread your legs, pushing your own fingers inside and grabbing one of you boobs through your shirt.

He'd let you have your fun for a moment and then rip your hands away and pin them to the bed.

Calls you a little whore.

He'd pull his shorts and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out and thrust in so hard he pushes you up the bed.

He's so fucking big and he wouldn't give you time to adjust and just fuck you relentless into his mattress.

You'd scratch at his shoulders and back, feeling blood catch under your nails.

He kinda gets off on that.

He makes sure you're super close before he cums so he can time it right. He really wants you to cum when he's spilling into you.

Best orgasm ever.

You'd just be a dead weight on the bed and he'd laugh and joke about you needing to leave before his roommate comes home.

Hes kidding of course and texts him to swerve for the night.

Helps you clean up and lets you pick out a movie on his laptop whilst he orders McDonald's.

You cuddle into his naked chest and share chicken nuggets.

Yutaro Kindaichi

You're his first.

Baby would be so nervous and shy whenever you touch him. He'd always ask if the lights could stay off even when you just gave him a handjob.

Definitely happened when he graduated.

He wanted it to be a special occasion when he said he was still a virgin and that he wanted you to take it.

You have to constantly reassure him and give him complements, sometimes he still feels he isn't good enough for you.

Asks if you can take control and show him what to do.

Please be gentle with him he's super nervous even though he wants it to happen.

You'd slip his jacket off and start kissing his neck and exposed collar bones so softly before stripping him of his shirt.

You spend so long just sat in his lap on the edge of the bed pressed against his chest and kissing him softly before he bites your lip and asks if you'll strip for him.

You try to put on a little show put end up tripping taking your socks off and he's just all giggles and smiles. Makes him feel less nervous too.

Asks you what position you prefer and you just push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He gets the idea.

He's ridiculously sensitive and asks if you can go slow he doesn't bust a nut in 3 seconds.

Touches you all over when you start to slowly move. He squeezes your thighs, your hips your boobs, just anything he can fit in his hands.

Even going slow he'd cum pretty quick, you just feel so good wrapped tight around him.

Tries to cover his face when he cums but you grab his hands before he can so you can see his face. His eyes are scrunched shut, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead.

He looks like an angel tbh.

You'd finish yourself off because he'd be too spent to even pull out of you let alone move.

He goes all soft and shy again when you clean up and pulls you between his legs so you can cuddle your back against his chest.

Says how much he loves you and kisses the side of your neck.

Kentarou Kyotani

You're each others first.

This boy is so blunt and clumsy he'd just be making out with you on his bed and just ask if you want to have sex.

You say you do and get a little nervous saying it'll be your first time and he's just all chill like yeah me too babes.

Kisses your fears away and slowly strips you of your clothes.

He'd just stop and stare and get lost in how gorgeous your naked body looks spread across his bed.

Kisses down your body and settles between your thighs until you start whining for him to strip too.

He wastes no time in doing that.

Kisses the inside of your thighs and traces his finger across your skin.

He loves when you start whining quietly and ask him to do something.

Saves you the embarrassment of making you say what and slowly runs his tongue across your cunt and runs circles into your hip bones.

Definitely growls against you because the noises you make are going straight to his cock.

He's already half hard and dripping.

He'd tease you a little and whisper dirty things against your ear as he gets himself fully hard to your breath against his cheek.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss as he pushes in.

You bite his lip at the sudden pain and he doesn't start to move until you say so. He's a good boy.

Fucks you so slowly in fear of hurting you because he's pretty big and its your first time.

He sucks bruises into your neck and circles his thumb on your clit until you're writhing underneath him.

Your nails drag down his back and draw blood when you cum with a cry on his name.

That just spurs him on even more as he fucks you through your orgasm saying how amazing you are and how much he loves you before he pulls out and cums onto your chest.

Licks his own cum off your breasts and nips both of your nipples slightly which gets you laughing.

You both fall asleep naked and sticky under the sheets.

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Kids and Coffee Dates Ch:2

Masterlist

Eskel slowed the bike as he pulled into the drive that consisted of a dusty path. He almost passed it as it was flanked on either side by mass quantities of lilac bushes. The full brush and flowers making the path near impossible to see until you were right on it. The type of driveway that you could only turn fast onto if you had done it many many times.

Eskel killed the engine on the bike and parked it next to the house, following the driveway on foot as it curved around to the back. The house looked old. Not in a weathered sense, more like historic.  As he rounded the corner he was greeted with a garage, door open to allow the pleasant breeze to waft through. Sat inside-- opposite a car— was quiet possible the most stunning woman Eskel had ever seen. The fact that see was covered in sweat and dirt didn’t faze him. The light that was drifting into the garage from the morning sun reflected off the car making her shine. Glittering in the sun like a fine cut diamond. She was engrossed in typing an email on her phone, mouth open and tongue poking out slightly. After a few more steps, and some dreamy gazing on Eskel’s part, she noticed him out of her peripherals.

“Hey, you must be….. Eskel right?” She stood up, wiping her hand on her shorts before sticking it out for him to shake.

“Yeah you got it right. I’m at the right place then?” The woman shook Eskel’s with more gusto than he’d expected.

“Correct. I’m y/n, welcome to my little ranch. Common, let me show you the money makers.” As you turned to lead the way Eskel got a glorious view of you ass as you walked away. His brain having to take a second and reboot before his legs starting moving to follow.

‘the goats, she’s talking about the goats, the buck, lil bleater remember’ Eskel thought to himself, taking a breath to will away the less than couth ideas that were popping into his head. Y/n lead him down a path, woods shrouding it and stray stems and roots making the path less than smooth. You walked it with grace and ease, probably practiced more than a million times. It wasn’t long before Eskel heard the telltale sound of bleats and hooves knocking against various hard surfaces. The path opened to reveal a large fenced in space, a literal goat playground inside, with a barn attached to the back of the pasture.  

“So tell me about your little lady” Y/n stopped and leaned against the fence to watch the animals frolic around.

“Her name’s Lil’ Bleater” Eskel’s statement was met with giggles from you.

“Sorry, just, I’m already in love” Y/n shook her head playfully, gazing out on the pasture once more.

‘So am I’ Eskel thought.

“Uhhh, I’ve had her since she was newborn, raised her by hand. I wanted to breed her because she’s all by herself all the time, and any other goats I’ve tried putting in with her she abhors.”  

“If she was never socialized with other goats, I can imagine” You said, gesturing for Eskel to follow you to the barn.

“But she’s good with people then?”

“Well shes’s fine with everyone but my brother but, uh, lets say the feelings are mutual between them” A bemused laugh escaped you as Eskel recalled Lambert and Bleaters sordid relationship.

You lead him past the barn into—to Eskel slight amazement—another fenced pasture.

“Damn, how much land you got here?”

“10 acres, though everything you haven’t already seen is forest”

This fenced in area was much smaller and further away from the barn. It housed two goats happily grazing near one another.

“These are my two boys, they get along surprisingly well together.” As Eskel and Y/n neared the fence the two goats made there way over, both seeking affection. Eskel started petting the smaller of the two, the goat licking his palm and butting it’s head against his hand.

“That’s Killroy, he’s the more aggressive of my boys. This gentle giant over here is Ash” Y/n scratched in between the horns of the large white goat.

“I usually don’t keep the boys separated from the ladies like this, but I’m gonna try my hand at making cheese this fall and I read keeping them together makes the milk taste goat-y”

“Goat-y”

“Listen that’s what the website said alright”  The pair of them laughed at the exchange. Eskel couldn’t take his eyes off the way that y/n’s eyes shined when she was happy. He also couldn’t help but notice the way your chest moved as you caught your breath. Tits heaving as you fought with the humid spring air. Eskel had to be broken at this blatant ogling of you breasts by Killroy nibbling on his fingers.

“So uhh which one?” Eskel said slightly out of breath, not entirely due to the humidity.

“Well if your little lady is as bull headed as you say I’d go with Ash, choice is entirely up to you, but Ash is real laid back. He tries to make himself as inoffensive at all times. I swear I should rename him shaggy, but a friend named him for me and if I changed it she’d kill me.”

Eskel was only half-listening as he began to think of the logistics of this whole operation.

“So uhhhh how does all this work exactly?”

“Well this is my first time whoring out one of my boys, but I figured—since you rode in on a bike and all—I would bring him to you.”

You lead Eskel back to the house, retreaving your phone where you had left it in the garage.

“Here” You stuck out your phone to Eskel, an open contact already started with his name and a goat emoji. Eskel typed in his information and handed the phone back. You quickly typed a message out to him. A minute later his phone buzzed.

It’s Y/n <):)

“Just text me when’s a good time and what boy you’d like me to bring over.”

“sure thing”

With that Eskel turned and headed back to his bike. He was about to start it and leave when you walked quickly around the corner. You walked straight up to him, stopping abruptly before taking a deep breath.

“Soo I kinda live my life by this policy that were on this Earth too short a time to not do the things we want. I thought it’d be fun to own a goat farm so I did it. You miss all of the shot you don’t take and all that and well…….ummmm… are you single?”

Eskel sat there in stunned silence for a brief moment before an airy nervous laugh escaped his mouth. A smile forcing it’s way onto his face. The repaired pieces of his lips pulling awkwardly on his face.

“Yeah yeah I am” He averted his gaze downward to hide how giddy he felt.

“So there’s this coffee shop in town, would you maybe wanna meet there sometime” Y/n’s hands were wringing together, her nerves clearly showing. Afraid that Eskel would say no.

“How’s Friday?”

“Friday works!” Y/n let out a sigh of relief.  Eskel turned on the bike, a roar emitting from the engine.

“See ya then” He raised his voice to be heard over the noise. A smile making itself a permanent addition while he looked at you.

As he pulled out onto the road he felt like speeding like a maniac. Hoping it would someone make Friday come faster.

[andypantsx3]

statistically significant | 7 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

One month later

The Hero Awards certainly did not disappoint the second time around.

Though you’d spent the last few months in the company of some of these heroes, you couldn’t help but linger on the sidelines as they stalked their way down the walkway, staring in awe. As before, they were decked out in their absolute best, glimmering in jewel toned dresses with daring cutouts, or carving dashing profiles in well-fitted suits. Reporters and fans swarmed the sides of the red carpet, roiling like a pot reaching an agitated boil.

Their excitement was so palpable it hung heavy in the air, absolutely contagious. Maybe it was the fact that you knew some of the heroes up for awards tonight personally, but the potential of the evening simmered under your skin, a soft but constant hum of frenetic energy.

Or maybe some of that was due to the fact that this year, you’d been able to convince your boss to shell out the extra cash for the full dinner option. No longer would you need to smuggle snacks into your dress--this evening, you were a solid professional.

Which was a good thing, really, as the dress in question was not altogether any more secure or supportive than your dress from last year. You’d tried to angle for a thicker fabric and a little more of a conservative design, but several people had aired opinions on your choices over the course of the last few weeks, and you’d ended up in a thin swathe of delicate fabric that was really quite pretty, if you did say so yourself, but would support a grand total of maybe two popcorn kernels.

“You’re looking awfully forlorn over here,” someone chirped by your ear.

You startled, whirling to find Mina behind you, looking rosy and radiant in a form-fitting dress only a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Tiny pearls and clusters of glittering pink diamonds were stitched carefully into the fabric, winking at you as she moved, as bright as the conspiratorial grin she wore. She looked absolutely fabulous--she was one of the people who’d bullied you into the snackless gown, and you could begrudgingly admit that the girl had taste.

“Is it because a certain hotheaded blonde isn’t here yet?” she asked, a pink eyebrow going up.

You flushed. “Mina--oh my god, no. Not everything is about him, you know.”

She idly inspected a nail, looking supremely unconvinced. “Someone should tell him that, then.”

You huffed a laugh. The last time you’d been at the Awards, you’d said as much to him yourself. But a year later, the message was still not exactly being received.

“I’m actually thinking about dinner. I’m literally starving,” you complained, trying to divert the subject.

Mina nodded sympathetically. “I have a six pack and I still had to suck in to fit into this shit.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled sympathetically. You weren’t proud of what it was going to be like when you were finally unleashed on that multi-course dinner, but god it was gonna be worth it.

Several shrieks went up in the crowd of fans behind you, and you looked over your shoulder in alarm. Your pulse relaxed slightly when you realized it was just another pro sauntering down the walkway, but then the lights flickered off ashy blonde locks, and your pulse jumped violently. You jerked in surprise.

Mina didn’t even try to suppress her snort as you turned around fully, eyes pulled like a magnet to Bakugou as he stalked down the red carpet. Even looking like he would rather be anywhere else, and moving briskly over the carpet like he was going in for a kill, he still looked better than he had any right to. The charcoal of his suit--stitched with deep ruby flowers so dark they were almost black--brought out the piercing scarlet of his eyes, and your heart leapt into your mouth when those eyes cut over to meet yours.

His expression didn’t change, and he kept moving, but you flushed all the way from your head to your toes at the intensity behind his look.

Mina made a disgusted noise. “You’re both like a dog with a bone.”

You glared at her accusingly. “We literally just looked at each other.”

She clicked her tongue. “Please, he all but just pissed on you to mark his territory.”

Before you could reply, she called out, catching sight of Kirishima, and seized you to drag you over to say hello.

You let Mina drag you around for the next half hour, making polite conversation with her high school friends, a couple of friends from other agencies, and one fashion journalist who Mina had converted into a weekly drinking buddy. Mina kept the conversation light and easy, and you enjoyed yourself for the most part, though you almost passed out when a very distinct head of green curls materialized over her shoulder and then Midoriya Izuku--better known as the number one hero Deku--was smiling at you eagerly.

Things got even weirder when he appeared to not only already know who you were, but knew a great deal about your work, enough to ask some very detailed questions about your training model software that was going into production a couple months from now. Mina had the gall to cut into the conversation to call you both huge nerds, though she’d directly benefited from the model herself.

The conversation was unfortunately cut short when a calloused hand flung itself in front of your face and a rough voice sounded from over your shoulder. “Stop sticking your nose in my fucking business, Deku.”

You whipped around to find Bakugou glaring over your head at his former classmate. His hand closed around your shoulder and dragged you closer to him.

“I was just asking about her model, Kacchan,” Midoriya said patiently. “It’ll be great to be able to compare my movements directly with some of the other heroes in almost real time! Ojirou’s been trying out some new fighting forms and I was thinking I should try to adapt them to work into my shoot style--”

“Just because you couch it in nerd shit doesn’t mean you’re not trying to spy on me, fuckstick,” Bakugou said. “Stop poking your nose into my relationship like the town fucking gossip.”

Midoriya flushed a little, looking slightly chastened when you turned back to him in question. He gave you an embarrassed little smile. “I did want to meet you for reasons other than your model. Kacchan’s been my friend since I was little, and I wondered what kind of person could interest him so much he wanted my perspective on your work--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, but he wasn’t fast enough.

You perked up in interest. “He asked you what?”

Bakugou bristled like a cat being dangled over a bath, but Midoriya was paying him no mind. “Right after the last Hero Awards, he’d done all this research and he asked me about whether your model results lined up with some of the personal analysis that I was doing--”

“Deku,” Bakugou’s fingers tightened on your arm, growing alarmingly warm. “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to punch all of your teeth straight down your throat and into your stomach.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya protested, but he was interrupted by a call on the overhead for everyone to start taking their places in the theater interior for the awards to begin.

Bakugou used the distraction to pry you away from Midoriya. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten you across the theater and was corralling you towards the Miruko agency tables, looking like he’d sucked on a lemon. You stifled a laugh. You’d wondered a couple months ago exactly how and when he’d figured out you were quirkless, and he’d once asked if you thought you were the only one who’d done their research.

If things were anything like you were starting to suspect, your demands that he do better at the Hero Awards had apparently aroused his interest in more ways than one.

You and Bakugou hadn’t exactly settled on formal terms for your relationship yet, and he still more often than not answered any of your interest with the assertion that you were the one with the crush on him. But this was more evidence--beyond the mysterious coffees that showed up at your workstation almost every morning--that your interest was more intensely reciprocated than he was willing to own up to.

By the time you’d settled at a table and been flanked by a grinning Mina and Kaminari, the awards were getting underway. They were thrilling to watch, something you’d had to miss out on last year when you needed to sneak out with a giant hole in the front of your dress. The heroes you’d worked with this year raked in an insane number of awards, and their elation was palpable, so thick you could almost taste it in the air. The pair of men with satyr horns were named the Best Rookie Duo, Miruko was awarded Takedown of the Year, and Kaminari clocked the Fastest Fight Win for a battle last month in which he’d rendered a villain with an aluminum quirk insensate only seconds into the fight.

A very unfortunate match up, you thought.

Mina nabbed an award for Fan Favorite, and in almost no time, it was the moment that you’d been nervously awaiting since nominations had gone out. You’d cheated, doing your own calculations behind everyone’s backs just to get a clearer picture of what his chances were, and you rather liked his odds, but there was always a chance it wouldn’t go how you thought. But this was the moment that Bakugou was up for Most Valuable Hero.

You barely heard any of the words the host was saying as he trotted out the names of the nominees, detailing some of their key accomplishments. He covered Bakugou's latest slew of assists and rescues, stats that made you feel kind of weirdly warm and proud, and then your ears strained for the syllables you’d hoped to hear.

And then:

“The winner is...our explosive number six, Ground Zero!”

It took everything in you not to leap out of your seat in joy, though something like a strangled squeal managed to escape you. Bakugou gave you an evaluating look as he got to his feet, stalking up on stage with his usual intensity.

As soon as he was up there, it struck you that allowing him time for an acceptance speech was maybe not a great idea. Graciousness was not exactly a strength of his.

“Obviously I’m the most valuable,” he growled into the mic. The stage lights glinted off his hair and teeth, making him look slightly more predatory than usual. “I didn’t need you fucks to tell me.”

A choking noise could be heard from Kirishima’s seat a couple tables over, and Mina put her head in her hands.

“What’s important is that I’m number six now and it only took me a month,” Bakugou’s head swiveled in the direction of Midoriya and you suppressed a groan. “Don’t get fucking comfortable. I’m gonna wipe the floor with every one of the top five, and next awards you’ll all be kissing my ass.”

He didn’t seem like he had much more he wanted to say, which was an incredible relief as both the host and nearby security looked about ready to wrestle him offstage.

He leapt neatly down from the stage, and when he made it back to the table, he didn’t take his seat again. Instead, he grabbed your arm, hauling you out of your seat, and then he was pulling you down the aisle and through the door to the reception area.

He pulled you past the snack table and you thought he was steering you towards the stairwell again, but at the last second he took a sudden turn, shoving you through a door into the women’s powder room. You didn’t even have enough time to formulate a question before he had you backed up against the wall, your shoulders hitting the cool stone at the same time his mouth hit yours.

His kiss was hot and demanding as always, and you lost yourself in it easily. He trailed a line of burning kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder and shake when he lingered too long over any particular spot.

It was hard to think past the press of his body on yours, but you tried your best to formulate words.

“Katsuki--it’s--we’re in the women’s room,” you panted, embarrassed by the fact that even as you spoke, you were clutching him closer. “This is--what are you--? S-someone’s gonna come in.”

Bakugou broke apart from you just long enough to level a searching glance around the room and--spotting what he’d been looking for--hefting the trashcan in front of the door with a forceful kick to stop it shut.

“There, nerd. Now stop fucking complaining,” he rasped, immediately attaching his mouth back under your jaw. You shuddered.

“What the fuck has gotten into you,” you demanded, seizing a fistful of his blonde hair to pull him back from where he was leaving what felt like a very deep bruise over your collarbone.

He leveled you with a burning, red-eyed stare. “Like you don’t fucking know.”

You looked at him in question. “...I actually don’t.”

He tried to lean in again but you gripped his hair harder. “What? You can’t just keep throwing me up against walls, especially here. What is it with you and shoving me into weird places at the Hero Awards?”

Bakugou growled. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and let me do what I want, I’m gonna burn throught this dress too.”

You froze up, then glared at him accusingly. “I literally write the code that processes your rank. If you ever wanna come within sniffing distance of the top three, you won’t touch a single thread of this dress.”

The hands on you grew hot, but not hot enough to burn. Bakugou slid a calloused hand over the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“God, the fuckin’ attitude on you,” he said, almost reverently.

You felt your face warm under his scrutiny as he leaned closer. “You wanna know what's gotten into me? I wanted to melt that entire fucking thing off you last year. You were so fucking mouthy, such a little brat to me. Wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you right in the stairwell until you forgot you’d ever even heard of numbers.”

You shivered. Bakugou smirked, eyes darkening, leaning back in to bite under your jaw. You realized you’d lost your grip on him and willed your fingers to cooperate again.

“I fucking won that stupid award because I let you boss me around. I've waited an entire year. Now you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with you.”

Your legs went out from beneath you but Bakugou was already there, catching you under your thighs and hauling you up onto the countertop between the sinks. Your back brushed the mirror, glass cold under your shoulder blades.

“Y--you know, if you actually want to be number one, you can’t make speeches like you did,” you babbled nervously as he filled the space between your thighs. “Your public approval rating is part of your ranking, right? It’s weighted right below rescues…”

Bakugou paid you no mind, fingers already searching over your back to find the zipper to your dress. He yanked it down with little ceremony, seizing the front of your bodice to pull it off of you.

“I don’t need to be fucking nice if I’m the one saving the day,” he announced imperiously, leaning down to capture a nipple with his mouth.

Your hips jerked, and he pressed a hand to your thigh, holding you back down against the counter. Dimly, you registered that the words were familiar. “N--not--ah!--not this again.”

Bakugou didn’t deign to respond, instead doing something absolutely mind-bending with his tongue. You swore loudly, catching a fistful of his jacket. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

A hot palm slid up your thigh, gathering up the soft material of your skirt until he could slip a hand underneath. Calloused fingers trailed over your core with obvious intention. You inhaled sharply when he pressed them into you, leaning up to cover your mouth with his again.

Bakugou had you squirming wildly against him in barely a minute, snorting when you tried to get a hand on his zipper.

“Want me that bad, nerd?” he asked, pressing forehead to yours in an oddly tender move.

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna finish things myself,” you threatened, though Bakugou did not look at all as if he believed you.

He helped you get his zipper down, taking himself in hand, but he stopped just as he brushed your entrance, leaning forward to bite another kiss into your mouth.

“Now it’s time for you to make good on your end of the bet,” he growled, a smirk growing over his features. “You’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You stilled underneath him, disbelieving. “Are you--are you fucking serious.”

Bakugou pressed forward, just enough for you to feel the pressure of him on your clit. You fought down a noise like a whimper. Damn him.

“I jumped two ranks,” he said. “You’ll tell me I’m the best if you want me, nerd.”

“I am not gonna beg for you like this,” you announced, though it sounded a little more like a question than you had wanted it to.

Bakugou brushed his thumb over your clit again and little sparks danced over the corner of your vision. “Mmm, you’re gonna scream.”

You felt something like a tension snap inside you. Fuck it. He was so annoying but holy shit if he wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever encountered. If he needed his ego stroked, well it wasn’t nearly as much as you needed your own stroking.

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, fine--just--you’re the best, and you were right all along. Now will you please--”

You didn’t even get to finish before he was sinking into you, narrow hips fitting flush with your thighs. You swore at the feeling of fullness, and then he was moving, picking up into a frantic pace. He leaned forward, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow all the little noises you were making. It was mere minutes before you were shivering underneath him again, moving your hips to meet his, desperate for more, Katsuki, more.

“Ah fuck--so fucking good for me,” he grunted against your mouth, giving a particularly hard thrust, and that was all it took to unravel you.

You stifled a scream in the thick fabric of his jacket, arching up into him. He cursed and followed after you with a few more short thrusts, crushing you against the counter when he let his weight go slack.

You panted underneath him, catching your breath while your fingers slowly unclenched themselves from the hem of his suit jacket. Bakugou rubbed his face in the hollow of your shoulder, radiating smug satisfaction.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, nerd?” he rasped, biting down lightly where he’d left the hickey earlier.

You pulled back, looking into his face again. He looked far too pleased with himself, but he was so handsome like this, all messy hair and a kiss darkened mouth. Your irritation with him fizzled out a little.

He flashed you a predatory grin. “You said it yourself--I'm the fucking best.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your hand from coming up and tangling in his hair. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bakugou, predictably, did not look as if he was going to shut the fuck up at all. So you took matters into your own hands, and leaned in and kissed him again.

[yuki-the-master-of-demons]

Sensitive Spots Part 1 (NSFWish) Mammon x Male MC

I like to think that, when in demon form, the bases of demon wings and tails (where it connects to their back) are sensitive and can be arousing for demons when touched. I wanted to explore this idea a bit and decided to write this with my MC, Yuki (he/him). This can easily be read as a reader insert too if y’all want

"Am I doing this right?" Yuki asks as he leans over the pool table.

"Nah, you got ya whole hold wrong." Mammon set his pool cue up as if he's about to hit a shot. "See my left hand?"

"Okay so..." Yuki tries to replicate it.

"Yeah, that's it!" Mammon grabs one of the balls and sets it in front of Yuki. "Now try an hit it."

Yuki hits the ball. It curves left.

"Well, at least ya hit it hard enough." Mammon sets another ball up. "Try and aim for the center."

Yuki tries again and, this time, the ball mostly goes straight. "I think I can get this."

"Nice! Then how about a game?" Mammon asks with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

"Oh okay, how do I play? All I know is you don't want the white ball to go in."

"Why don't we play classic eight-ball?" Mammon begins setting the balls up in the rack. "I'll pocket the solids and you pocket the stripes. Ya hit the eight-ball in after ya pocketed 'em."

"Oh yeah, we can do a game," Yuki smirks. "But you want more than that, don't you?"

Mammon laughs. "Of course! What's the point of playing if there isn't a reward for the winner?"

"Alright, Mammon." Yuki crosses his arms. "What do you want to bet? And we aren't playing for money. You're guaranteed to win once money is on the table."

"Then what are we gonna play for?" Mammon asks.

Yuki shrugs. "I don't know. You're the one who wants to make it a bet."

Mammon takes a moment to think. "Well, how about ya owe me a favor if you lose?"

"As long as it's not an impossible favor, then sure. Now what can I get from you?" Yuki stares at Mammon as he thinks.

A soft pink appears in Mammon's cheeks. "Ya want me to do something for ya? I-I can think of uh- some things."

"Hm..." Yuki hums. "I don't really get to see your demon form too often."

"Ya wanna see my demon form?"

"Can I touch your horns if I win? Or not, I won't force you." Yuki tries to make that clear. "If you don't want to be touched, that's fine."

"Ya can touch me if ya want. Wait- I mean, I don't-" Mammon fumbles over his words. "Yeah, if you win, ya can touch my horns."

Yuki smiles. "Alright, we got a bet then."

The game starts, and Yuki is shit at it. The ball misses the pocket half the time Yuki hits it, and he accidentally pockets the cue ball every other turn. Mammon easily pockets every ball he goes for and even lets Yuki get some extra turns to try and catch up. But, by the end of the game, Mammon is the one who pockets the eight-ball.

"And the Great Mammon wins!" Mammon throws his arms up and cheers. Yuki chuckles at the sight. "You won against a rookie who didn't know how to hold a cue until today. So are you gonna keep that favor in that back pocket, or are you gonna cash in that favor now?"

A small flush returns to Mammon's face. "Well, since I'm all gracious, I can cash in that favor and give ya what ya want too."

"Oh? How?"

"How about ya clean my horns for me?"

And that's how Yuki ends up sitting on Mammon's couch as the demon sits, facing him, on the floor. Yuki studies Mammon's horns, his fingers running across the dark hard keratin-like material. The demons horns swirl upward and are a deep shade of black. They remind Yuki of ribbons.

"So you want me to clean it with a brush and then a towel?" Yuki asks. "Yeah, and don't worry about having to be gentle with them either."

"Well, okay then." Yuki looks over the small brush. "I'm guessing I should start at the top?"

"Yeah, ya can do that."

"Can you get closer?"

Mammon, cheeks flushed, hesitates but does what Yuki asks.

"Alright, and can you- Hm... Can I move your head as needed?"

"I uh- Yeah." Mammon mutters. "Go ahead."

Even when Mammon said he didn't need to be, Yuki is gentle. He guides Mammon's head to rest against his thigh and then begins brushing the demon's horns. The small brush in Yuki's hand seems to be made for this, and it probably is when he thinks about it. It easily fits through the curls of Mammon's horns, reaching in every crevasse. Yuki makes sure to clean every inch, not because Mammon would complain if he didn't, but because he's finding this to be quite relaxing. As Yuki nears the base of Mammon's horn, he can see the demon's wings twitch. Yuki chuckles at the sight.

"What's so funny?" Mammon asks.

"You know you're adorable, right?"

Mammon grumbles and face gets even hotter. "I ain't cute! I'm a demon; we ain't supposed to be cute."

Yuki smiles and takes a towel to finish off cleaning the horn. "You may be a big scary demon to everyone else, but you'll always be cute ol' Mammon to me."

"Ya got a weird definition of cute." Mammon pouts.

"Always have, always will. Can you lean on my other leg?" Yuki asks. "I'm finished with this one."

Again, Mammon does what he's asked, and Yuki begins the process over. It's calming. The human begins to wonder something.

"Do your wings need cleaning too?"

Mammon's wings twitch again. "W-what?"

"Maybe I could give you a massage?" Yuki suggests.

"W-well, if ya offering, a massage sounds nice."

"Alright then, I'm almost-" Yuki finishes off cleaning the last spot with a towel. 

"And done. Now let's get you on the bed."

"Y-yeah." Mammon's wings flutter as he stands and makes his way to his bed.

"Do you need help taking off all that?" Yuki follows Mammon at tugs on his leather straps. "Your whole BDSM thing looks like a puzzle."

"I uh- Yeah!" Mammon's face keeps getting redder and redder. "Ya can help me take this off."

Yuki begins undoing the buckles of the demon's top, and Mammon does nothing to help. Mammon just gazes at Yuki's concentrated face, tongue partially sticking out as he figures out what strap he has to undo next. The humans hands keeps brushing against Mammon's skin, and it's driving the demon wild.

"Ah, I think I got it." Yuki undoes the last strap and the top begins to slip off the demon's shoulders.

Mammon chuckles nervously as he pulls his wings in so the top can fall to the floor. "Y-you're pretty good at that. Maybe you could uh- We could-" Mammon yelps as he feels a cold hand on his back.

"Oh sorry, I should've warned you."

"No, you're- It's fine." Mammon tries to act calm.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Yuki removes his hand and steps in front of Mammon. "If you're uncomfortable, please tell me."

"I'm not!" Mammom tries to reassure the human. "I want you too. I mean, I wouldn't be nervous; you're just a human."

"You're nervous?" There's worry in Yuki's voice. "I don't have to give you a massage, Mammon."

"No, no, no! I want a massage. Trust me."

"Well..." The worry if Yuki's face remains. "If you want to stop at any moment, tell me, okay?"

"Yeah, I will." Mammon flops onto his bed.

"Could you scoot in more?"

"How would you- Eh, whatever." Mammon does as Yuki asks. He feels added weight onto the mattress and, suddenly, Yuki is sitting on his tailbone. Mammon tenses up at first, but, when Yuki's hands touch him and travel up his spine, he relaxes. It's obvious Yuki isn't sure what he's doing and is trying to do what he's seen other people do before. That's until Yuki gets close to Mammon's wings. His touch is gentle as he studies them, tracing along the muscle connecting the wing to his back and then feeling up the leathery wing. Mammon tenses up, and he bites his lip.

Yuki feels Mammon's wings twitch in his hands. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! I mean-" Mammon clears his throat. "Keep going. You don't have to be gentle with my wings."

Even with Mammon's words, Yuki's touch is still soft. The human's hands feel along the thin skin of his wings and then back to the base of the demon's wings. Mammon's body is growing hot and he has to keep himself from moaning. As Yuki massages the flesh connecting his wings to his back, Mammon can feel himself slowly getting hard, his cock stirring in his pants.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Yuki asks. "You don't seem relaxed at all."

"I'm relaxed!" Mammon hides his face in his arms. "I just- The base of wings are a bit sensitive, okay."

"Oh, I'll focus somewhere else then."

"Wait, no. It's-" Mammon tries to find the words to say. "It's a good kind of sensitive."

Yuki is silent for a moment and then asks another question. "So like a cat's tail? Are there a lot of nerves or something?"

"I don't fucking know. It just- It feels good!"

"Okay okay, I'll give your wings special attention." Yuki laughs and continues kneading the base of Mammon's wings. Mammon pulls a pillow close to him and buries his face in it. The human's thumbs rub circles into his muscles and palms press against his skin. Mammon struggles to keep himself silent, quiet moans being muffled by the fabric of the pillow. Mammon can feel his cock pushed up against the mattress. It's taking all of his self control to keep himself from rutting against it. Yuki's touching him, making him feel like this. He's so fucking hard. He wants Yuki to touch him more, to flip him over and grind on his cock, to make him cum.

"Mammon, are you in here and do you know where Yuki is? It's time for dinner." The door to Mammon's room opens suddenly and Asmo peers in. "Oh~ And what are you two up to, hm?"

"Oh hey, Asmo." Yuki turns to the younger demon with a smile. "I'm just giving Mammon a massage."

"And focusing on his wings I see~" Asmo giggles. "Is Mammon finally being more forward with you?"

Mammon wants to scream into the pillow.

Yuki's eyebrows furrow. "'Being more forward?' What are you talking about?"

"So he isn't? But you're groping his wings." Asmo thinks for a moment. "Oh~ Mammon how naughty of you."

Mammon throws his pillow at his brother. "Fuck off!”

Asmo ducks our of the way and laughs. "Come on, Yuki. We should leave Mammon to take care of himself."

"Um, okay? Sorry we had to cut this short, Mammon. I had fun though." Yuki pulls himself off the bed and is dragged out of the room by Asmo.

Mammon plops his face onto his mattress and screams into it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

"You're later than usual, Mammon." Lucifer glares at his brother as Mammon sits at the dinner table.

"I had some stuff to take care of, alright?" Mammon pouts and sits at the table. 

"You don't have to get on my ass about it."

"Yeah, it's not like he's gonna be late for classes, Lucifer. Don't be a dick." Yuki slides a plate of food over to Mammon. "I was able to save you a plate before Beel ate everything."

Mammon's cheeks turn slightly pink. "It's not like I needed you to, but... Thanks."

Yuki smiles at him and then continues eating.

"Maybe you should at least tell everyone why you're so late, hm?" Asmo gives a knowing smile to Mammon. "Tell everyone what I walked in on you two doing."

That statement catches the attention of every demon at the table.

"What were you doing with Yuki, Mammon?" Satan asks with an angry tone.

"Why is Asmo making that face?!" Levi's face flushes.

Belphie frowns. "You better not have made him do something creepy."

Beel gives Yuki a worried look.

"Mammon." Lucifer glares at him.

"H-hey!" Mammon yelps. "Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything wrong!"

Yuki sighs. "Y'all calm down. I lost a bet and cleaned his horns. Saw an opportunity to touch his wings, so I offered to give him a massage."

Asmo raises an eyebrow. "You 'saw an opportunity?' Oh, Yuki~"

"What? I like y'all's demon forms, but I rarely get a chance to touch anything!" Yuki pouts. "I wanna touch! Is that a bad thing?”

All the demons give Yuki a look.

After a moment of silence, the human asks. “What? Did I say something weird?”

[jungshookz]

🧦 stocking stuffers: yoongi’s being annoying as per usual

stocking stuffers are basically the holiday equivalent of teeny tidbits :D i just wanted to give you guys a little something to tide you over while you’re waiting for the second drabble! also yes that is a sock emoji there was no stocking emoji sUE ME 

this started off at five hundred words and quickly spiralled into two thousand words but it’s not good enough to stand alone as a proper drabble so i’m counting it as a puny stocking stuffer drabble

pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n

genre; sfw for the most part but there are some suggestive themes because this is demon!yoongi after all <3 

what to expect; “ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me... it turns me on.” 

wordcount; 2.3k

                                      »»————-　🎄   ————-««

“i don’t even know why we’re decorating this stupid thing. we’re going to be throwing it out by the end of the month.” yoongi grumbles, tossing a handful of fake snow onto the tree a little too aggressively before shoving his hand back into the bag

this sucks

when he woke up this morning you told him that you guys would be spending the entire day decorating the apartment for christmas and his morning wood immediately deflated

in fact he’s pretty sure his penis might’ve shrivelled up and died at your words

it doesn’t make any sense

you’re like.,., 25% demon!

you’re supposed to hate christmas because it’s literally the day of christ, but here you are, wearing what has to be the ugliest sweater he’s ever seen in his entire life (it lights up. what kind of a sweater lights up?!) while happily hanging baubles on this poor tree that should be out in nature and definitely not in this apartment  

“oh, cut it out, you grouch.” you scowl playfully, already fully aware as to why yoongi’s so grumpy today, “decorating is fun! and our presents are going to look so pretty under the tree-”

“y/n?” jungkook pokes his head out from the kitchen and you turn to look at him, “i’m gonna need you to help out with the gingerbread house. construction isn’t going great. there’s frosting everywhere and i ate most of the m&ms. and one of the gingerbread men is missing a head because i got hungry.”

“are you seri- i asked you to do one thing, kook-” you frown, jungkook smiling sheepishly before not so subtly popping an m&m into his mouth, “get back in the kitchen! i’ll join you in a second.”

jungkook pops back into the kitchen and you let out a hopeless little sigh before slowly turning to look at yoongi 

he pauses right as he’s about to sprinkle some more snow onto the branches and narrows his eyes at you, “…why are you looking at me like that?”

“will you finish decorating the tree while i help jungkook?” you turn to look at yoongi before pushing your bottom lip out in a pleading little pout, “please?” 

“what?? no way!” yoongi scowls, immediately dropping the bag of fake snow onto the floor with a thump, “the only reason why i agreed to do this was because it’s more bearable when we do it together- i’m not decorating this tree alone, that’s just pathetic-”

“aw, c’mon-”

“i’ll just wait for you to finish with the gingerbread house and then we’ll continue with the tree-”

“but we have to follow my schedule!” you whine, grabbing your notepad off the couch before pointing at the next thing on your list, “see? 1:00 to 2:00 - decorate the tree. 2:00 to 2:30 - hang the lights out on the balcony- and it’s already 1:30, yoon-”

“for the love of-” yoongi huffs, “okay, fine! fine, i’ll- i’ll decorate the damn tree alone.” yoongi snatches the box of baubles from you but the faintest of smiles twitches at his mouth when you lean in to squish an appreciative kiss to his cheek

the thought of completely burning the tree down while you’re gone briefly flits through his mind but he squashes that thought quickly

he’ll be good for you 

he can behave!

                                     »»————-　🎄   ————-««

“don’t eat the gum drops, i’ll be right-” you step out of the kitchen and your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you see yoongi floating in mid-air, carefully wrapping the christmas lights around the tree, “yoongi!” you hiss quietly, hurrying over to him before reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his ankle, “yoongi, what the hell are you doing-?!”

“i’m wrapping the damn tree in these lights and we don’t have a ladder-” yoongi wobbles a little when you give him another harsh yank and he glances down to see you looking warily at the kitchen door

heh

you’re... anxious.

he can feel wafting it in the air and it smells so good

maybe he can have a little bit of fun with this…

“so use a chair or something! yoongi, i thought we agreed that if jungkook was here that you wouldn’t do anything non-humany-!” you jump when yoongi suddenly drops the pile of lights into your arms before lying back and folding his arms behind his head

oh god

he’s not going to get down anytime soon

also the only reason why you haven’t told jungkook about the fact that yoongi is most definitely not from this world is because he would pass out from complete and utter petrification

you don’t know how he’s going to be able to handle a spawn of satan when the man is scared of fruit flies!!!!

you’re planning to keep everything a secret until the day you die

(you’re also hoping that the day you pop one of yoongi’s babies out that it doesn’t come out with tiny red horns on its head because you feel like jungkook wouldn’t take that very lightly)

“down. now!” you snap, bending down to set the lights down on the ground so you can go and follow yoongi, “i’m serious, yoongi!” 

“oh, relax.” yoongi sighs, “he’s in the kitchen, we’re in the living room…” you frown disapprovingly when he tilts his head back so that his face is right in front of yours before flashing you a grin, “now, why don’t you wipe that frown off your face and give me a kiss?” he purses his lips obnoxiously and squawks when you shovE your face into his hand

hey!

rude!!

“i’m not going to give you anything until you get down-”

“aw, but decorating the apartment would be so much easier if you just let me do my thing!” yoongi pushes himself all the way up so that he’s next to the ceiling fan, “i can even do some much needed dusting while i’m up here!”

“min yoongi, if you don’t get down right now-” you hop up onto the couch and reach up to grab his foot onLY for yoongi to pull his legs up and cross them, “you know exactly what you’re doing, you sadistic freak-”

“ooh, i love it when you get mouthy with me,” yoongi wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling to himself when you start hopping up and down to try to get closer to him, “it turns me on.”

“that means nothing to me because you get turned on by everything-” you grumble, your fingers barely brushing over his ankle as you keep trying to grab him, “like that one time you were watching me eat ice cream-”

“uhhhh, excuse me-” yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes, “there was white cream dripping down your chin. obviously i got turned on-”

“hey, if you come down now, i promise to do that thing that you said you wanted to do…” you offer, looking up at yoongi with wide eyes before clasping your hands together, “c’mon… isn’t that a good deal?”

yoongi shakes his head and sticks his tongue out at you, “nice try, you scammer. i’m not falling for that again-”

your shoulders immediately drop and you watch helplessly as he floats over so that he’s near the kitchen door

you really wished that inheriting some of yoongi’s aura gave you the power to float as well

all it gave you was the ability to sometimes make your eyes go black

suRE your stamina in bed has improved significantly and you can keep your engine running from sunset to sunrise but that’s not as cool as FLOATING in mid-air

“do not.” you shoot yoongi a glare when he makes a motion to open the kitchen door

“what if i…” yoongi grins, pretending to knock against the door, “oh, look at your face! you don’t like that, do you? you poor, helpless little thing...” he coos, rolling over onto his back with a laugh

oh god

you haTE THIS

“you know i-” your heart practically drops out of your ass when the door suddenly swinGs open and jungkook steps out with frosting all over his hands

“okay, i know you said not to touch anything, but one of the walls were starting to droop so i thought i’d reinforce it with a little more frosting, buT i squeezed too hard and the bag exploded-”

you swallow thickly when yoongi lowers himself a little all while maintaining strong eye contact with you, propping his chin up on his palm before the corners of his mouth turn up in a grin

you ball your hands into tight fists when yoongi blinks and his pupils turn into thin red slits

great! now his creepy demon eyes are out!

okay

you know what?

it’s fine

relax!

you know he’s taunting you on purpose but it’s not like he’s actually going to do anything-

“DON’T-!” you jump off the couch when yoongi wiggles his fingers directly above jungkook’s head, a couple tendrils of his hair starting to float upwards

“okay, jeez!” jungkook raises both hands in defence before scoffing lightly, “i said i’d offer to help clean up but since you obviously don’t want my help then maybe you can get yoongi to help-“ jungkook pauses, glancing over by the tree, “hey, where’d he go? i heard his voice like a second before i came out-”

“he’s dead!” you blurt out, jungkook’s eyes widening immediately

(improvisation has never been one of your strong suits)

yoongi lies down on his back before crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, all while floating mere inches above jungkook’s head 

“i mean… he’s… dead-finitely in the washroom.” you correct yourself, trying to hide the complete and utter angeR on your face when yoongi peels open one eye before turning his head and blowing a silent kiss at you, “because he… had to pee. like any other normal human being does when their bladder is full.” 

“that was a very... non-human being way to answer a question.” jungkook snorts, “what’s wrong with you?”

“i just... don’t want you to get your grubby frosting hands anywhere!” you clear your throat, letting out a sheepish chuckle before rushing over to jungkook, “why don’t you start cleaning up and i’ll join you in a sec?”

“but my hands are still covered in frosting-”

“uh-huh, sounds good!” you slap your hands down on jungkook’s shoulders before spinning him around and practically shoVing him back into the kitchen

you close the door before looking up so you can grab yoongi by the collar and pull him-  

?

yoongi is… no longer there. 

the christmas lights on the tree flicker before buzzing out 

okay

so he wants to play games, does he?

“yoongi?” you spin around quickly before walking forwards cautiously, carefully inspecting every inch of the room for any sign of your nightmare of a boyfriend

you jump in surprise when a bauble suddenly falls off the tree and bounces on the floor before rolling over to your feet 

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you mumble, bending down to pick it up before gently placing it down on the coffee table 

i’m fucking hilarious, baby. i like to think that’s part of the reason as to why you love me so much. 

“what the-!” you jolt at the sound of yoongi’s voice suddenly echoing in your head 

the last time he was in your head like this was when you summoned him for the first time which was definitely a while ago 

you forgot how weird it was to hear his voice inside your head

“i certainly don’t love you right now, i can say that for sure.” you grumble, “it’s safe to say that i actually hate you right now-” 

you look really sexy when you’re mad at me. why don’t you meet me in the bathroom for a quickie? jungkook will never know. i’ll even cover your mouth with my hand so he won’t hear anything.

you look over quickly when the door to the guest bathroom suddenly creaks open 

ahA 

“yeah, i’ll meet you in the bathroom... to kick your ass-” you storm over, kicking the door open only to see that there’s no one in there, “and then when i’m done kicking your ass, i’m gonna kick your ass again-”

ooh, are we finally experimenting with pain now? i can definitely get into that. i can use your bobby pins as makeshift nipple clamps. 

“you are infuriating!” you snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at the ceiling 

you know that being playful is just part of yoongi’s nature but good GOD 

sometimes you just want to strangle him

and not in the kinky way 

at this point it looks like you’re going to have to pull out what might be the most predictable trick in your book but you’re desperate here

you need to sort this out before jungkook comes out to see you talking to yourself like a crazy person 

yeah, that’s right. keep thinking about how annoying i am and how much that pisses you off. angry sex is super hot. 

“oh yeah?” you stroll towards the middle of the living room, taking your time to do so, “you think so?” 

hell yeah. i want you to be on top, too. i love the view.  

“i’ll do... whatever you want me to do...” you trail off, eyes flickering around the room for any sign of movement, “but if you don’t come out in the next five seconds, it’s just going to be you and your hand for the next five days- oh-!” 

it’s only a second later that you’re suddenly being pummelled into from behind

you definitely would’ve fallen face first onto the floor if it wasn’t for yoongi wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “finally! there you are-” 

“depriving me of sex during the holidays??” yoongi whines, digging his fingers into your waist, “now look who’s being the asshole-”

see??

oldest trick in the book but it still works like a charm :’) 

christmas with cee 2020 masterlist

[giggles-and-freckles]

‘drive faster!’ for any of the disaster trio maybe?? : D

“Seatbelt.”

“That’s optional.”

“No, Anakin, it’s not.”

Anakin leaned forward from the back seat and caught Ahsoka’s left ear, away from Obi-Wan. “It’s optional,” he whispered.

She giggled abruptly, but sobered under Obi-Wan’s harsh gaze.

“Sorry,” she squeaked.

“Now, what’s next?”

“Check my mirrors,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Anakin asked from the back. “Like are you absolutely sure, Snips? Because if you forget something as important as checking your mirrors, well…kriffing hell, the galaxy may implode.”

Obi-Wan reeled around from the passenger seat. “I already had to put up with this insolence when I taught you to drive. I shouldn’t be subjected to this all over again!”

“You didn’t teach me anything I didn’t already know, Master,” Anakin said, rolling his eyes and putting his feet on the back of Ahsoka’s seat.

Obi-Wan swatted them down, ignoring Anakin’s sound of protest. “Yes, your podracing experience was exactly what the Council wanted the public to associate with the Order as you ripped through the skies of Coruscant with absolutely no regard–”

“Hey, my podracing experience has gotten us out of quite a few sticky situations, I’ll remind you, Master. Remember when–”

Obi-Wan scoffed. “That was a one time situation, Anakin, and it–”

“Masters?” Ahsoka piped up bravely. Both men’s eyes turned to her. She smiled sheepishly. “I…kinda want to…you know, actually drive…at some point today.”

Obi-Wan and Anakin stared at her for a moment. Obi-Wan was the first to blink.

“Yes. All right.” He shot one more withering glare toward Anakin, then turned around and adjusted his tunic under his seatbelt. “Go on, Ahsoka.”

She checked her mirrors, stifling another laugh when Anakin was sticking his tongue out in her rear mirror. Then–at the sound of Obi-Wan emphatically clearing his throat–she checked them again. He smiled in contentment and gave her a nod.

The speeder revved to life.

It wasn’t difficult to know why Anakin felt so comfortable at any sort of pilot’s seat. She felt in control. Powerful. It wasn’t something she’d felt very often, being a Padawan thrown into the front lines of a war.

“Easy,” Obi-Wan said, as she backed out of the spot. “Now, take it forward around the corner and watch your acceleration.”

Ahsoka followed his instructions, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. She continued driving for a few minutes, waiting for her next direction, but eventually, Obi-Wan sat back in his seat and turned to the front. She chanced a quick glance at him and he whipped his head toward her.

“Eyes on the sky, Padawan.”

Anakin snorted in laughter behind her. “Can’t believe you fell for that one, Snips.”

“Leave her alone, Anakin. She’s doing better than you ever did.”

“I’d like to see her win the Boonta Eve Classic,” Anakin grumbled more to himself than anyone else as he fell back into his seat.

“I’d like to see her live past fourteen,” Obi-Wan bit back. “So quiet in the backseat, please. Don’t make your premature death wish hers.”

Ahsoka continued straight for another few minutes. It was a relatively vacant airway. The lanes weren’t full of the normal rush of Coruscanti commuters, bustling between their homes and workplaces.

“You’re doing well, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan commended lightly. “Now, we’re going to get up on the express-lane.”

Ahsoka’s eyed widened and she tightened her grip on the wheel. “The…?”

“You’ll be fine,” he said.

She nodded tightly, straightening in her seat.

“Remember, just follow the flow of traffic. It’s not a race. Stay in the far right and don’t worry about anyone else. They have places to be, you do not.”

Anakin grumbled something in the back.

“What?” Ahsoka said, flicking her eyes to the rearview mirror.

“He said you’re the greatest pilot he’s ever scene, Ahsoka. High praise.”

“That’s not–”

Obi-Wan pointed ahead of them. “Take a left here.”

Ahsoka smiled. Anakin had been pretty upset when she’d told him she wanted to go driving with Obi-Wan today, but she assured him it had nothing to do with how many times she had witnessed him crash land. (In reality, it had everything to do with how many times she had watched him crash land.)

He insisted on coming along, for heckling purposes. He was living up to his promise.

“Okay, now–you’re going to merge. If they don’t let you in, just wait your turn. An opening will come.”

Ahsoka nodded, decelerating as she approached the switch-over to the express-lane. Coruscant airways were designed vertically. The slower lanes were closest to the ground, the quickest were the closest to the atmosphere.

She tilted the speeder upwards and waited for a gap.

“Patience,” Obi-Wan said.

“You totally could have made that,” Anakin said.

Ahsoka’s grip tightened as she looked at the onslaught of bikes and speeders barreling toward her, with no space in sight.

“You’re gonna have to be brave, Snips. Put yourself out there.”

“I am brave,” she said, with a determined frown.

“Then, prove it.”

“No,” Obi-Wan said sharply. “Do you want advice from the man who had his license revoked by a police droid? A police droid?” He sighed shakily, clearly remembering a specific incident from Anakin’s early days. She’d have to ask him about it later, when Anakin wasn’t around. One of her favourite things to do was needle embarrassing stories about her Master from his Master. “Your bravery is not dependent on your willingness to kill yourself upon entering the express-way.”

Ahsoka nodded. Waited. And waited some more.

“There haven’t been any openings, Master Kenobi…”

“There have been plenty of openings, Ahsoka,” Anakin whined, throwing his head against the back of his seat.

“Patience,” Obi-Wan repeated.

Three more minutes passed. Several speeders zipped around her. One offensive hand gesture was thrown.

Anakin almost jumped out of the back of the speeder.

“Now,” Obi-Wan said finally.

“Now?” Ahsoka asked, frantically.

“Now!” he repeated, a little louder.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, AHSOKA. NOW.”

She hit the acceleration and slipped in between a bike and a cargo speeder, carrying some sort of exotic animal in the back. It bleeted at Ahsoka as the bike laid on it’s horn.

“I did it,” she breathed.

“You did,” Obi-Wan agreed, his voice a bit strained, “but…you have to keep going. You, er–Ahsoka.” A sharp gasp as a speeder swerved around them, narrowly missing the front of their own vehicle.

“Sorry,” she hissed, her knuckles whitening around the wheel.

“Accelerate a bit,” Obi-Wan said. A beat. “Ahsoka. Accelerate.”

Another speeder sped past them, the driver yelling in anger as they did so.

“Why is he so–”

“Because you’re slow, Snips! You’re so insanely slow.”

“I’m being careful!” she snapped back.

“Er, I…” Obi-Wan made a small sound. “I think perhaps you’ve taken that a bit too…seriously. Ahsoka, my dear, please accelerate.”

Anakin snorted sardonically. “If Obi-Wan is saying you’re slow–”

“I never said she was slow–”

“Drive faster!!!!!” Anakin shouted.

Obi-Wan gripped the bottom of his seat with both hands as Ahsoka slammed her foot to the floor, shifting the speeder into top speed. She swerved jerkily to avoid slamming into the back of another speeder on the expressway and barely managed not to clip the back of another.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan managed in a small voice. “Ahsoka, just–” He was cut off as she swung around another speeder.

“This is more like it, Snips!” Anakin sang from the back, laughing loudly. He leaned forward in the speeder gripping the back of both front seats. Obi-Wan shut his eyes.

“Would...” Ahsoka swallowed, barely able to open her eyes as the wind assaulted her face, “would now be a...bad time–to mention I don’t...don’t know how to stop?”

Obi-Wan and Anakin paused, looked at each other, and then looked back at the heavily trafficked express-lane in front of them, dozens of speeders doing their best to clear out of Ahsoka’s way.

“Yes!” they yelled in unison.

[cuppimagines]

What Happens when you Squeal

OH GOD this request was a long time coming, but I finally got it done! This is sorta, an expansion to Harkan’s own organization that he allies with, lotta bug fellas in this one (in fact only bug fellas)

Word count: 2.6k

This was dangerous, but, even if you ran the risk of getting in less than desirable trouble, it’s better than letting more of these guys just roam the streets, being a danger to much more innocent lives. You drove up to the station you intended on turning your evidence for. It was a thick folder, filled with pictures and documents, anything you got your hands on, but all of it had enough evidence to make sure that no loophole in the legal system could get these guys out of prison. You were ready, you were getting out of your car to step up to the station, and that’s when you felt a presence behind you.

“How about coming with me? You don’t need to turn those in,” a deep, gravely voice told you, as a hand gripped your shoulder. Would you cooperate? Or would you still walk in at risk of getting harmed?

“Go on, make your choice,” the same voice said. You sighed, and turned around to face him. The large frame, massive, scuffed hands, a 5 o clock shadow on a strong square jawline. And most notable is the large rhino beetle horn on his face and multiple arms. You knew what he was here for, and who he worked for. You just followed him.

“Let’s take a little drive, your car,” he said, going into your pockets and grabbing your keys. “Don’t try and drive anywhere else, you’re being followed.” You got in your car, and he joined you, barely able to fit due to his size and bulk. He told you where to go, where to drive off to, and after what seemed like way too long, you ended up at a large warehouse that looked like a fortress looming in the night. That’s when you realized as you parked, that there were other lights behind you, a couple more cars. When you got out and were escorted into the warehouse, you saw that there were about, four more men behind you alongside the large rhino beetle man that had a grip on your shoulder. All four other men also were large, with bug like features. A moth, a wasp, a mantis, and a lightning bug. They were looking at you. Looking at you with looks that seemed excited, and hungry.

The warehouse seemed mostly full of crates, equipment, some tables and chairs for workers to take a breather on.

“Is this the evidence?” The mantis held up your folder, and pulled a lighter from his pocket. “Looks like this won’t be of use anymore.” Your eyes widened as you watched him hold the fire over it, before the lightning bug grabbed the lighter.

“Let’s not worry about smoking the place up yet, we got plenty of time,” he replied.

“What are you guys…going to do to me?” You asked.

“Well, originally, we were gonna beat your teeth in and send you out to sea,” the beetle told you. “But then…we found out the private investigator was some pretty little dame. And you’re even sweeter looking in person.”

“Who knew someone with such a face would get caught up with our work,” the moth said with a smirk. “You’re real pretty, so we’re doing you a favor if anything.” You were pushed against a few crates, some that were stacked in a way that let you sit on them as you were surrounded by five large monstrous men. Your knees buckled under you, yet there was some sense of excitement that showed in your face because of how flushed it was.

“Take those clothes off, now,” Beetle told you. You did as he told, your hands going to unbutton your blouse, toss your coat to the side, undo your pants. All the while you were being ogled at, the more layers you took off, the more it was obvious they were going to absolutely ravish you.

“Oh you’re real cute, real fucking gorgeous,” Wasp grinned. “I can’t wait to make you cum your pretty little brains out~.” He was already quick to approach you before you even had your bra off. He groped at your breasts, his hands squeezing them so hard and so roughly that you whimpered in his grasp. Tugging on them as he pulled that bra off of you, rough calloused hands giving them such a rough time, yet you moaned for it. And he laughed in response.

“Pretty little investigator bitch~!” He said as he licked his lips. “You like this don’t you?”

“Save some for the rest of us you fucking idiot,” Mantis got right next to you as Wasp groped you, and he leaned in for a kiss. He tasted a lot like cigars, which didn’t surprise you all too much as he forced his tongue in you mouth. You felt his hand creep down your panties, and his long fingers started rubbing circles in your clit. At that moment, you had to find something to grip onto, and tried reaching up to grab Wasp’s shirt as Mantis’s fingers went so deep into you, so so deep. You moaned and closed your legs around Mantis’s grip, but Wasp pulled away from fondling your breasts raw to keep your legs spread to show the rest of the group.

“I can’t wait to stick my cock in her…” Beetle licked his lips, his pants pulled down already as he rubbed his hard cock through his boxers. As you moaned and started shaking while Mantis was knuckle deep, pounding you with his fingers, Wasp leaned back down, sucking your breast, and you could feel yet another long tongue start to swirl around your nipple. All these sensations, Mantis’s tongue and fingers, Wasp’s mouth and hands on your breasts, you were going crazy, you tried to thrust into Mantis’s hand, trying to reach some form of climax, but no, Mantis decided to pull out when he felt you grip his fingers tighter than before.

“We got her prepped, your turn big guy,” Mantis told Beetle, before tugging a resistant Wasp back.

“Just save some for the rest of us,” Moth huffed. “Once you get a hold of a girl you won’t let go until she’s practically comatose.”

“A fitting punishment though, for a pretty little snitch like her,” Beetle looked down at you, and you looked away a bit nervously. Eye contact, or being looked at by all these men even in your state still made you nervous, you weren’t used to all these eyes on you, and Beetle noticed just how anxious you seemed.

“Pretty girl, it’s okay, we won’t hurt you, we’re just showing you what happens to cute little kittens who squeal too much,” he smirked as his hand ran through your hair. You felt his cock before you saw the monster he was preparing you for. The head of it pushed against your walls, stretching you out so full, Mantis’s fingers couldn’t have possibly prepared you for this off all things. He was thick, long, you already gripped tightly onto Beetle’s clothes as you felt inch after agonizing in.

“Ah- ah! Oh god! I-I…” You cried out the second that massive cock, already halfway in you, completely thrust into you and stretched you out more than you thought you could be.

“Oh GOD you’re a tight fit!” Beetle moaned as he gripped the crates above you with one hand. You were shaking, your mind went blank, your head tilted back. He started to thrust when your grip loosened as you got more accustomed to his size, but that just got you back to holding onto him for dear life and moaning those sweet little moans

“Oh you boys are gonna love her when you get your turn!” Beetle laughed. “You’re a tight little bitch aren’t you? Squealing for me the same way I bet you were gonna squeal to those pigs back at the station!” His one free hand, as two were gripping your hips and one was gripping your hips, had started groping and kneading your breast, that was already so sensitive. Oh god the others were so excited to get their turn with you.

“Don’t fuckin rub it in or I’ll pull you off her myself,” Lightning bug told him. He was hard as a rock, and in excitement his abdomen was glowing a faint glow and his wings flapped, despite him looking pissed off and even jealous. Though you could barely hear him talking over your own moaning and your thoughts completely liquifying. Beetle was so rough with you and he was so so big that your stomach bulged with each thrust of his cock.

You grasped onto Beetle tighter, he was getting rougher and faster, and you could hear his horny crazed grunts and moans. You cried out and gripped his shirt so tightly that you heard a bit of tearing as you reached your climax, and he filled you up with his seed.

Beetle pulled out, and you laid there, limp and breathing heavily. But you knew it wasn’t over just yet. Moth and Lightning bug got you up, in fact Moth lifted you into his arms, gripping your thighs while using one hand to undo his pants. As Lightning bug pressed behind you, you could feel not one but two cocks, the both of them were readying themselves, two perfect holes for them to fuck.

When you felt the two of them thrust into you, you gripped onto Moth as tight as you can, shaking and whimpering at their sizes. Moth sat on the crate, making it a bit easier to both of them to pound you, Lightning Bug even grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it, his cock filling your ass, stretching it out, making you scream for the both of them.

“How about you grind on our cocks, princess?” Moth chuckled. “Show is how much you want this…!” At that command, You kept your head in Moth’s chest, and very weakly started grinding into both their cocks, moving your hips as they thrust into you, but your hips already felt weak from the way Beetle had his way with you. Impatient, Lightning bug pressed his body onto yours from behind, moaning as he started fucking your ass more aggressively. Moth was slower, more patient even when his face was flushed and his cock twitched inside you, but Lightning bug was real excited for this, he wanted to break your pretty little ass with each rough thrust.

“Cmon princess~!” Moth tilted your chin up to look at him. He saw your eyes glazed over, mouth open, face flushed as you were being fucked, and he was absolutely infatuated with the way you looked. “Ohhh look at you! You’re so adorable, such a sweet face…we should ask the boss if we can keep her~!”

“AH- ah…k-keep me??” You whimpered between being pounded hard by Lightning Bug. You couldn’t believe that they were already breaking you enough that you enjoyed the thought of doing this again and again with them. You were going from a detective to a plaything for the men you were trying to lock up, and you didn’t care at all, you really did want this, it felt so good!

“We probably will~!” Lightning bug started kissing your neck from behind. “Gotta keep an eye on- oh fuck…! On our little snitch!” You felt his cock twitch inside you, and he started fucking you faster and harder. Both sensations were too much, you felt overwhelmed in the best of ways and you wanted more. You couldn’t take it, despite your stamina you tried to move your hips against them, begging under your breath to cum, until you felt the both of them fill you up Lightning Bug first following Moth. And god did you cry out as you clenched around both their cocks, your eyes squeezing shut as you rode out your orgasm.

They both pulled out of you, and even though you were exhausted, you knew that this wasn’t the end of it. You tried to stand up, but couldn’t and fell back into Moth’s lap.

“She’s already looking exhausted,” Wasp approached you, and Moth handed you right to him so he could get up. You had to lean against him or else you swore you were going to fall to your knees.

“Don’t forget, this is a punishment for her,” Mantis grabbed you and laid you on your stomach back on the crates. He started to grope your ass, spreading it apart to look at how both holes at this point were stuffed with cum. Wasp tilted your head to the side to look up at him, as he pulled his cock from it. It was one thing to know you had to ride their cocks like this, but looking at Wasp’s size with him very eagerly awaiting your mouth, you weren’t sure you’d be able to take it all without choking.

But, as dazed and tired as you were, you lifted your head up, and brought your lips to his cock. All while Mantis had you inch by inch take his cock in your ass. Mantis practically growled when he managed to fit it all inside you, and your screams of pleasure got muffled when Wasp shoved his cock down your throat. Tears stung your eyes, you tried breathing through your nose, and you looked up as Wasp’s hungry expression.

You felt them thrust almost in tandem with you, as Mantis was deep in your ass, Wasp was deep down your throat. Both sensations were still so new to you, and you felt so dazed and drunk with pleasure that your mind felt like it was melting. So nervous at the start of it, but now you took your “punishment” proudly from them. You grinded your ass on Mantis, and since Wasp’s grip on your head was loose, you decided to bob it up a down kn his cock. You were so eager now, and the rest took notice.

“Little slut likes her punishment doesn’t she?” Lightning Bug smirked.

“God I fuckin love it too!” Mantis moaned. “This whore feels sooo fucking good!”

“We’re bringing her back, we can’t- ah fuck!” Wasp gripped your head and held you there as he fucked himself with your mouth and throat. “We can’t just send her back home-! I need a new fucktoy like this!” Your mouth felt so good to him. Even as your vision grew white and your air seemed to be cut off, you were excited to pleasure Wasp and Mantis. Again you seemed to have a Burst of energy, solely from the fact that these men were fuckin you to a mindless, cock hungry state.

If you could talk at the moment you’d beg to cum, to plead for more, it all felt so amazing! Wasp and Mantis kept a tight grip on you, your head held to Wasp’s hips, and your hips being grabbed and pulled onto Mantis they both came inside you. You gagged and tried to swallow Wasp’s seed. But you had to pull away, it was all way too much and you spat it out. At that, Mantis slapped your ass and you cried out, even though you were exhausted beyond belief.

“We’ll teach her to swallow, for now though…” Mantis pulled out. All five of them were satisfied you learned your lesson as you laid there on your stomach trying to catch your breath.

“Now you know what happens when you snitch, dollface,” Beetle approached you, gripping the red area that Mantis smacked you.

“Y-yes sir…” you whimper. If you had an ounce of energy left, you’d say “If I try to turn you in, would you do the same thing?” But you were limp and exhausted, so easy to pick up as Beetle did and put you in the back seat of your own car as they left the warehouse after cleaning up. A blanket was put over you, and just like that, the moment your body hit the upholstery of the seat, you fell asleep.

[mintwithchoco]

Can u make kim chaewon smut wearing that halloween costume? Thank u

Trick Or Treat

IZ*ONE Chaewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 2931 words

Categories: smut, oral, facefucking, daddy kink

note; sorry that this took a long time. 2931 words of kim chaewon coming right at ya’, hope you’ll enjoy.

aff link

"Trick or treat!"

You heard a knock on the door and the voice of Kim Chaewon, your girlfriend's friend. Still putting up some decorations in the living room, you jumped in shock, thinking why Chaewon came 2 hours early for the Halloween party. You walked towards the front door and twisted the doorknob to open the door.

"Damn, you're really early Chae….won.."

You were speechless as you see Chaewon dressed up in a one-piece dress that is short enough to reveal her slim thighs and tight enough to show off her petite body and her perky boobs. The top part of her outfit was see-through, allowing you to see her shoulders. She was wearing a hairband with two horns, portraying her cosplay as a devil. You tried to not drool at the sight and throw away dirty thoughts about her as you stood there as straight as a tree.

"Oppa? Are you okay?" Chaewon asked you while waving her hand in front of your face.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly invited her into your apartment. She walked to the living room and sat on a couch. You slowly walked towards the living room as well, nervous as your brain was sending an impulse to your crotch. You fixed your pants so that it won't show your growing bulge before going back to decorate the wall. Suddenly, Chaewon came towards your side and started helping you out.

"I came early because I wanted to help you decorate!" Chaewon said.

"Ahh, it's fine actually, but I do appreciate your help, thanks!" You said to her and got back to work on the wall decorations. 

You both were getting deep into a conversation about how her group's concert went. You told her that you loved her sub-unit's performance and her new hair color. She blushed and thanked you for your compliment. Throughout the conversation, you noticed that Chaewon’s actions were flirty, such as hitting your shoulders every time you made a little joke and licking her lips whenever she’s in your eyesight. You just ignored it because you were focusing on finishing the decorations before the others arrive.

Suddenly, she dropped some ribbons on the ground. Of course, she bent down to pick them up and surprise surprise! You got a perfect view of her ass in shorts which you're not gonna lie, has fapped to a bunch of times in her fancams. You mentally slapped yourself as you were already thinking about grabbing onto her hips and slamming her ass onto your crotch. She took her time picking the ribbons and you were feeling uneasy because of your now obvious boner. 

"Ahh, sorry about that, I- ohh…" Chaewon stopped talking after she had finally realized what she had done. Your face was hot and red, filled with embarrassment. You were ready to face the consequences but a sudden smirk appeared on Chaewon's face. 

"I..I'm so sorry about t-this...I'll calm it down in the bathro-" You were interrupted by Chaewon suddenly pinning you to the wall. 

"It's okay, I can help you with that...daddy." She whispered into your ear sexily, slowly drawing her hand onto your crotch. You moaned in response, thinking about stopping her but the pleasure was too much for you to have and you don't wanna miss it.

"Ch-Chaewon-ah...Saku-"

"Don't worry, daddy. Sakura unnie likes it when we…"play" with you. In fact, she actually told me about you fapping to my fancams. You like my ass, don't you?" Chaewon shook her ass, teasing you as your pants grew tighter.

You slowly nodded in response. Now filled with lust, you moaned loudly to her touch. Chaewon knelt down to see your bulge sticking out. She slowly licked the tip of your cock through your pants and pleasure instantly jolted through your body. Her hands were on the side of your pants, tugging it to take it off. You helped her and threw your pants somewhere in the living room. 

Now in your underwear, Chaewon groped your sticking bulge, feeling your hard shaft as it produces more precum, staining the piece of cloth covering your cock. Finally, Chaewon pulled your underwear down and your cock sprang free. It slapped Chaewon in the face, acknowledging how big it is. She giggled and stroked your cock a few times, making your tip leaks more precum.

"Does that feel good, daddy?" 

"Yeah...keep doing that Chaewon-ah…."

Chaewon's strokes increased in length, going fully up and down your 8-inch cock. The room was filled with your euphoric moans as you felt Chaewon's kisses on your shaft before putting her lips on your tip. Chaewon moaned at the taste of your sweet precum. After licking off all the precum on your tip, she parted her lips and took you inside her small mouth. 

Chaewon sucked your cock inch by inch, filling her mouth with your warmth. You let out a soft grunt every time the tip of your cock makes contact with her throat. Sakura's mouth was tight, but Chaewon's mouth was rather soft and perfectly shaped your cock. You looked down to see the beautiful woman who was driving you crazy with her mouth. You ran your hand through her black short hair and placed your hand on the back of her head.

"Ahh, good girl…" You said before Chaewon removes your shaft from her mouth after a few more bobs.

"I want daddy to fuck my throat." 

You were a little shocked that Kim Chaewon, the innocent-looking idol was so good at dirty talking. Maybe she learned it from mommy? Fulfilling her lustful request, you formed a little ponytail with her hair and forced your cock into her mouth. Once you're inside, you start to move your hips and thrust inside her tight throat. Her adorable eyes looking at you while you fucked her throat was the cutest thing you ever witnessed throughout the sinful act. You upped your pace and Chaewon moaned on your cock, throbbing it harder than before. Her gag reflexes were non-existent, so you were more than happy enough to fuck her throat deeply. 

"Is this what you want, baby?" You asked her and forced her down your shaft, widening her eyes as saliva starts pouring out from her mouth.

"Mmm-mmhm!" Chaewon murmured, feeling satisfied as her mouth is full of your warm shaft. 

You continued your fast pace after deepthroating her for a few seconds. Her makeup was ruined because of her saliva spilling out as you fuck her mouth without a care. Eventually, you feel your cock twitches, signaling your orgasm is about to arrive. Chaewon felt the sudden twitch of your cock and started to bop her head down your shaft following your rhythm to chase your orgasm.

"Baby, I-I'm gonna-" You struggled to speak as Kim Chaewon fastened her pace until your orgasm finally arrived. You erupted in her mouth with your warm and thick semen, covering the entirety of it. She tried to take it all in but your orgasm was so big that it leaked from the sides of her mouth and dripped to the floor. Your orgasm didn't finish instantly as your tip still oozed out little spurts of cum even after you removed your shaft from Chaewon's mouth. Her face was covered in her own saliva and a little bit of your cum due to your non-stopping orgasm just now. She raised her head to face you and opened her mouth to show your cum that filled her pretty mouth. You smiled as she closed her mouth and swallowed your cum, giggling right after.

"Mmm, daddy tastes sweet." 

"You did well, baby." You said before lifting her up to your arms and straddles her legs to your hips.

"Now daddy wants to fuck his little slut." You brought her to the couch and laid her down on her back. You took off your shirt and gave it to her to wipe off the dirty remarks on her face. Chaewon looked a bit nervous after dropping your shirt onto the floor. 

"Why do you look so nervous, baby?"

"Daddy's cock is so big...I'm afraid that you're gonna break me…" Chaewon looked up to you with puppy eyes, sending a wave of emotions to your brain. How can she be so adorable when you were about to ruin her?

You chuckled, "Don't worry Chaewon-ah, daddy will take good care of you."

Your hands quickly placed itself beside her and pinned her to the couch, showing off your dominance. You slowly glide your hand towards her back to reach the zipper of her dress. Once you found the zipper, you pulled it down harshly and slowly dragged the dress off Chaewon's body with her help. After throwing the dress somewhere in the room, Chaewon was left in a black lace bra with shorts but soon after, she discarded the shorts to reveal her matching panties. No more words were needed as you lowered your face towards hers, connecting both of your lips to fulfill each other's desire.

While making out, your hand sneaked up behind her to unhook her bra. Chaewon moaned as her perky breasts were exposed to you. You fondled her breasts and pinched her pink nipples softly. Chaewon was petite, but her body was a killer, packed with curves, well-endowed breasts, and of course, a nice ass. Pulling yourself away from her lips, your mouth latched onto her left nipple after leaving a few kisses on her neck. You made sure her nipples were drenched by making circles with your tongue around it. You took your time on her left nipple before moving on to the right.

"Mmm, daddy…" Chaewon ran her hand through your body and eventually reached your cock. She strokes it slowly to get it back into full hardness. After a full minute of sucking on her nipples, you pepper her stomach with kisses before taking off her panties. Gliding your hand to her revealed pussy, you feel her getting wet with your touch. You rubbed her vagina with your hard erection up and down, earning more moans from Chaewon. Then, you thrust forward, your cock parts the lips of her pussy and enters her tight walls.

You were only a few inches inside Chaewon and you already feel like you’re gonna be stuck there forever as her walls were suffocating your cock. You pushed more of you into her, grunting loudly until the room echoed. Chaewon’s tears fell down as the euphoric sensation took over her. You kissed her once again to make sure she felt calm in your embrace as you thrust deeper into her. Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when your cock was fully inside her.

“Fuck...daddy is so big...” Chaewon moaned in your ear.

Steadily, you retreated from her walls and left only your tip there. You slam back into her and slowly develop a rhythm of thrusts. Chaewon was drenched, making it easier for you to enter her despite the feeling of her tight pussy. As you increase the pace of your thrusts, her breasts slightly bounced along. You cupped her breasts and used them as handles to fuck Chaewon even harder. Chaewon placed her hand on your back for support, whining in pain and pleasure because of your long thrusts. 

"Ahh…baby, you’re so tight,” you whispered into her ear, followed by a hot breath to increase Chaewon’s pleasure.

Chaewon's moans became more intense as she felt her orgasm was fast approaching. You felt her walls were getting warm, signaling you to fuck her even faster. 

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” 

“Yes, cum all over my cock, baby,” As your words were out of your mouth, Chaewon came instantly, her juices drowning your cock and staining the couch underneath. She cried out of pleasure and moaned beautifully into your ears. Throughout her orgasm, you kept thrusting your rod into her wet core, spilling more of her nectar while Chaewon tried to recover her senses. You withdrew your shaft from her freshly fucked pussy and admired the beautiful mess that you made. Still panting heavily, you gave Chaewon no break as you turned her body and lifted her hips up to the air.

Without wasting any more time, you grabbed her tiny waist and inserted your shaft into her tight pussy once again. Chaewon was still sensitive because of her orgasm earlier, so she lets out a loud scream. Her ass beautifully clapped on your crotch as you pound her insides. You gave her ass two loud slaps, each landing on both of her ass cheeks. Chaewon buried her face in the couch to muffle her moans that were getting louder every time you penetrate her. Annoyed that you couldn’t see her gorgeous face, you harshly pulled her hair and smacked her ass once more with your free hand.

“Ahh daddy! You fill me up so well! Spank me harder!" Chaewon moaned.

With no hesitation, you smack her plump ass a few more times, earning shrieks and gasps from the fairy that is Kim Chaewon. Both of your crotches were getting even wetter with Chaewon's juices that were flooding out of her. The only thing that was on your mind at that moment was pleasuring her, the thought of her aegyos was already lost from your mind as you learned that Chaewon was more than a cute radish. The symphony of her moans continues to drive you wild as you feed off Chaewon’s desire.

You couldn’t get enough of Chaewon’s warmth as your thrusts were getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Chaewon squirmed and let out a loud and piercing scream. Your shaft has reached her g-spot and increased Chaewon's sensations. You kept thrusting into the same spot while running your hands all over her tight body that was covered in sweat.

"More, daddy! I'm g-gonna cum again!"

Chaewon's words awaken your senses as you drive yourself into her like a madman, filling her tight pussy with all of your cock. Her pussy was clenching your cock to force you to your orgasm. The pressure inside your body was increasing every thrust as you can feel your body tensing up. As the both of you were getting closer to your impending orgasm, you pull Chaewon's body to you so her back would land on your chest. The new position made both of you feel closer than ever as you both kissed deeply, exchanging saliva into each other's mouth.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock, I'm going to cum inside you, baby," You said after pulling away from the kiss and hugged her body.

"Yes, fuuck! Pound me harder daddy! Fill your pretty slut up with your cum!" Chaewon was filled with desperation for your climax. 

Your cock was twitching hard inside her warm vagina and you did everything you could to hold yourself so the both of you will reach your orgasm at the same time. Eventually, you felt your crotch being covered by Chaewon's juices as her walls clamped your cock painfully. Chaewon's head rests on your shoulders as she reaches her orgasm, her body trembles as her cunt was producing waves of her juices, moaning directly into your ears.

A groan of pleasure came out of your mouth as your orgasm hit, all of the muscles in your body flexed as you erupted inside her, covering her walls with your white and thick cum. Chaewon’s eyes rolled back in satisfaction as she felt your cock being embedded deep in her. You held her body tight in your embrace, sweat dripped off your forehead as you filled her with your warmth. 

"Daddy feels so warm…"

You kept thrusting into her despite your release, aiming to send your load deep inside her cunt. After Chaewon's pussy had milked your cock dry, you pulled yourself away from her inch by inch. Your cum starts to flow out of her pussy slowly and drips down her thighs, showing you how big your load was. Both of you were exhausted as the both of you collapsed on the couch, panting heavily while still hugging each other.

“That..was amazing, Chaewon-ah…” You said before kissing her on the lips.

“Yeah, I loved every single part of it daddy.” 

Suddenly, your eyes land on the clock. 7:44 p.m. Realizing that the party is about to start in 40 minutes, you and Chaewon quickly cleaned up. Thankfully, Chaewon’s dress was not wrinkled and you haven’t worn your costume yet. You fight the urge to have sex again with Chaewon in the shower as time was ticking. Eventually, the traces of sex were gone 15 minutes before all the guests comes in.

During the party, while you were talking to a friend at a corner, Sakura suddenly grabbed your hand and brought you to your room. After she closed the door, she looked at you with a cold expression. You thought for a while as why she was looking that way and eventually, you realize that she had maybe found out about what you had done with Chaewon. Your heart beats faster as Sakura walked slowly towards you. 

“So, did you have fun with Chaewon?” Sakura said and gave a slight smirk.

“I can expla-”

“Don’t worry, oppa. Chaewon’s hot, so I understand why you came inside her.” Sakura said while circling your chest with her fingers.

“I just want one thing from you…” Before you can ask what she wants, Sakura pushes you to the bed and crawls towards you.

“I need you inside of me.”