#they wanna talk about getting freaky in the hallways

[cloudywriting05]

one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.” 

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal. 

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed. 

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him. 

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?” 

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself. 

“So why did you do it?” 

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge. 

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him. 

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today. 

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.” 

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking. 

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.” 

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?” 

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.” 

“Perfect.” 

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after. 

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled. 

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.” 

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.” 

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do. 

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.” 

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you. 

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support. 

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?” 

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin. 

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation. 

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above. 

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair. 

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.” 

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain. 

“You wanna feel me?” 

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy. 

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit. 

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

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pt2 published…. read here.

[miyuhpapayuh]

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"Come on," snatching her arm up, he pulls her down the long hallway, into their bedroom. Her tense body hits the soft bed with a thud.

"Erik—"

"Did I ask you to fuckin' speak?" He snaps at her and she closes her mouth, rolling her eyes at him.

"Get up." She scoots towards the edge of the bed and stands up, smoothing her hands over her exposed thighs.

Stalking the short distance towards, his index finger and thumb capture her jaw, roughly.

"What the fuck did I tell you, 'fore we left this house?" She sucks her teeth. His grip tightens.

"Use your words, brat."

"Don't start a fight with them bitches."

"Mhm. And, what did your bratty ass go and do? Huh?" She rolls her eyes, again.

"I did what I had to do, Erik. I'm just supposed to watch bitches fawn over you, in my fucking face?!" Moving his grip down to her neck, he silences her.

"Ain't nobody worried about them. You're my business, I told you that, already. Stop fucking causing scenes over unnecessary shit."

She tries to pry his hand away from her. "It's not unnecessary—"

"The hell it ain't! This is the second time, I've had to pull you off a bit—"

"Maybe, they should keep their comments to themselves and there wouldn't be a prob—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Her eyes widened for a second, trying to figure out if he really just yelled at her.

"Who the fuck are you talking to, Erik? Cause, I know it ain't me." He gives her a grim smirk and lets her neck go.

"Oh, I'm definitely talking to you. You talk too fuckin' much." He pulls his shirt off and points to the bed.

"Sit." Her attitude still in full effect, she calls him a bitch underneath her breath and sits down.

"Fuck you say?" She gives him the same smirk he gave her, saying absolutely nothing.

"Aight." Yanking her up, he sits on the bed and places her over his knee. Of course, she tries to get up but his grip won't let her.

"Stay fuckin' still." Sliding his big in between them, he unbuttons her shorts and tugs them away from her more than plump ass.

"I don't know how many times... I have to tell you, fuck them bitches." His hand rubs circles over her left cheek.

"Why won't you just listen to me—"

"You don't even listen to me— ow!" His hand collides with her backside, catching them both off guard.

"Dammit, girl!" Continuously smacking her reddening cheeks, the inside of her thighs heat up. A damp spot forms.

Pushing her top half towards the ground more, he props her ass up in the air, giving him a great view of between her legs.

"I knew ya nasty ass was wet," his finger glides over her barely covered folds, "fat ass pussy eatin' the fuck out these panties."

She bites her lip to keep her moans in. Pulling her panties off, he throws them in the same direction as her shorts.

"Erik,” she groans,

"How many times do we gotta do this? Hm?" Palming her wet mound, her breath gets caught in her throat.

"Huh?" Smacking her clit with his fingertips, she jerks. That dirty smirk comes back.

"You ain't gon talk to me, now?" She steadies herself so she won't fall, while he continues to assault her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Errrik— uh!" His index and middle finger slide into her cove, hitting her sweet spot head on.

"Mhmm.. freaky ass. You like when Daddy tease that pussy?" She grabs his leg, as his fingers slowly dip in and out of her.

"Oh fuuuckk! I h-hate it when you tease me!" Speeding up, her grip tightens and the knot in her stomach intensifies.

Her moans ricochet off the walls, delighting Erik. Her thighs tremble. Her walls swallow his fingers with every thrust, sending her very close to her peak.

"You wanna cum, babygirl?"

"Yessss! Please, baby.... please!" She gushes over his fingers, before he can give her the go ahead.

"Mm." Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he groans at her taste, "I'll let it slide, this time." He smacks her ass.

"On your knees, beautiful." After tossing her, more gently, on the bed, she gets into position. Her arch is super deep.

"Oh word? Someone must be sorry." Two heavy smacks collide with her plump cheeks.

"Mm, fuck me." Pulling off his sweats, his dick stands at attention. She licks her lips at the sight.

"Say it, again."

"Fuck me, Daddy." A hand slides between her legs, playing with her clit. She purrs.

He makes his dick jump. Stalking towards her, He smacks her hand away and slowly sinks into her.

"Ssss, fuck!" He pulls almost all the way out, leaving the tip in.

"What's my name?"

"Daddy," she whispers, reaching out to grab the back of his thigh.

"Louder, brat!" Smacking her hand away again, he pushes the middle of her back down further.

"Daddyyy— oh shhhiit!" Sinking back into her, his pace starts off reckless. Gripping her ponytail, he pulls her head back.

"You love this big dick, don't you?" She moans out, uncontrollably. Her nails dig into the bed.

"Yes! Fuckkk yes, baby!" He drives into her like a madman, causing her ass to slap against his thighs, roughly.

"Say it."

"Unh! I... I love that big dick! I love it!" Her hands fly to his waist, trying to keep a distance between them.

"Better move that fuckin' hand." He pushes it away, continuing to drive into her. Her moans turn into screams.

"Daddy fuckin' you good? Shit." Her walls clench around him.

"Yes!"

"Daddy gotta fuck you like this, for you to hear me?"

"Ah shit! Right there! Right—"

Slowing down his strokes, his hand finds the front of her throat, pulling her back into his scarred chest. Her breathing turns ragged. Her shaky hand falls on top of his, squeezing it.

"Erikkk!" Rocking in and out of her, his eyes flutter shut at how tight and wet she is.

"Fuckkk... pussy so good." She lets out a giggle, listening to him praise her.

"Don't be laughin'. Yo bratty ass still in trouble." His strokes become deeper and sharper, catching her off guard.

"I'm sorry— I'll listennnn, shit!"

"What I say bout them bitches?" She hunches forward, fisting the sheets.

"Oh my God...."

"That ain't what I said." Gripping her ponytail again, he yanks her closer, "what I say?"

"Ooou–fuck themmm!"

"Got damn... say my name."

"Daddy! Fuck! Fuck!"

"They out here gettin' this dick? Huh?"

"No! Ouch!" Another smack to her cheek turns it bright red.

"Who's Daddy babygirl?"

"Me! I'm so close!"

"Mhm, I feel that gushy shit." He lets out a grunt.

"Who got that pussy wet?" He tightens his grip on her, speeding back up.

"You! I'm gonna cum!" Her body goes rigid underneath his, crashing towards her peak.

"Cum for Daddy, babygirl."

Her mouth falls open, letting every profanity loose. Her nails dig into his skin.

"Ughhh," cumming right behind her, his body slouches on hers, causing them to fall forward.

"I love yo bratty ass." He presses rough kisses to the side of her face.

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[henneseyhoe]

Freaky Girl

Tyrone x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:real ghetto. Y’all know Tyrone a hood nigga anyway. Spit(obvi), Short, not a complete smut buttt it’s still nasty.

SUMMARY: Tyrone gets the rest of his soul taken(if the government didn’t already do that for him)

Ps.I lowkey wanna make this longer into a full smut but idk lmfao

(Gif cr: @tishrivers <3 )

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Music with bass boomed through the car crowed street, the neighborhood cul-de-sac he pulled up in being as active as the hood usually is. The place wasn’t run down, but you could tell a couple illegal activities took place here more than often. He was no stranger to environments like this at all though. He grew up around it. Only problem was, this wasn’t his hood, so he was careful.

He made sure not to wear any alarming colors, even leaving behind the blue flag he’d usually wear in the back of his pocket, hanging out for any nigga to see. Not tonight though, he wasn’t even trynna be on that. A nigga couldn’t imagine getting clapped in somebody else hood just for wanting to get some pussy from this fye bitch a few blocks down. He honestly could have just walked, but he wasn’t feeling the idea of freely walking somewhere without his ‘heat’. Especially not around no damn crackheads.

Speaking of said ‘fye bitch’, she was in all honesty more than that, but he knew nothing apart from how some cornbread fed ass shordy he met at a party a month ago wanted what he had in them dickies cargo pants. She was pretty, both street and book smart, but the important part was that she was down for whatever a nigga offered.

He had heard about her around before, but he never really looked into why she was talked about other than the fact that she, again, had a fat ass and use to deal with some known nigga from across the states. Last reason he didn’t give a fuck about actually. All he thought about was if she knew how to take dick or not.

He exits his car and locks it, making his way into the neighborhood fully with a gangster lean in his walk. Like he had something in them pants that could cripple a bitch. All he could smell was weed smoke and burning wood. passing by residents and other guests who had came there for completely different reasons. Feeling cautious, he clutched his belt anytime he felt eyes on him. You could never be too careful.

Finding the girls house, he shakes his head at the hot pink painted front door, making it the only one to stand out apart from all of the other duplexes.

Laying a knock on the door, he leans against the porches iron railings and waits, which felt like forever in his case, though it was only a minute that passed. The door swings open, revealing the thick girl in boy shorts and a cropped tee that was fitted against her breasts, the deep split in the middle already giving him a show. It was obviously cut after being bought, the bottom of the shirt being tacky with loose threading that reveled a bit of her under boob.

“Bout time, nigga. Thought they got yo ass or sum” she moves from the door to let him in, walking back to wherever she came from. He walks in, his eyes fixated on the movement of her ass in those shorts. He couldn’t wait to see how it moved without the shorts restricting her.

He blew off at her comment. “Got? Never that, that ain’t me. A nigga had other things to do, shordy”

She turned to him, her eyebrows cockily raising. “Better than me?”

Silence was passed around with that question lingering around his head, a smirk tugging at the side of his lips as he thought, kicking the door shut with his foot then reaching for his belt.

“Hell nah”

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“Fuck—suck that shit” he exhaled, milky white smoke floating from his lips as he slowly leans his head back and entangles his hands in the girls Fulani braids. He was deep down her throat as if there was nothing blocking him from going further, and she was taking it. Imagine throwing a sausage down a hallway.

She licked and sucked along the shaft of his dick like it was hydrating her, her only goal being to get him off at the moment. Pulling him out of her throat, her hands wrap around his thick, long pipe, stroking him while her tongue worked on his balls, using her spit to get it sloppy, how he liked it. She used so much spit that the waist band of the front of his pants was wet down to the zipper.

He could still hear the loud trap music from outside and his high was hitting just right, making the music seem like it was put into some kind of filter. Like his brain chopped and skrewed it for him, his own remix featuring the wet sounds of the girls throat swallowing him whole.

She continued to slurp him up, shamelessly looking up at him with her beautiful slanted eyes, her wispy, recently done eyelashes complementing the shape. Usually girls teared up when giving head because of the pressure, but Y/N? Not one tear could fall from her eyes while doing one of her favorite things; getting some cut.

Feeling him pulse in her throat, she smiled with him still there. He could only look down at her in awe, taking another hit of his blunt to refill his lungs , but to also distract him from busting already, though that was the inevitable once she hallowed her cheeks and tightened her lips around the base of his dick, sucking like she was attempting to pull the nut out of him, which didn’t need much of an attempt since he was already ready to bust back to back in any hole she offered tonight.

He gripped the couch cushion underneath him with his hand, almost dropping his blunt as she sucked up and swallowed every bit of the sweetness he gave her. Not being able to take anymore of the suction, he pulls out of her mouth with a grunt, his hand moving down to grip the base of his dick as more of his essence spurted out onto her plump lips till that was all he could give from that one session.

“Gahdamn” he sighed, still holding himself until the sensation of her mouth went away, leaving his dick continuously bobbing up and down in jerks just from the sight of her. She only hummed out a soft ‘Mmmm’ as she rubbed the rest of his nut along her lips, giving it a gloss like sheen. That made him go crazy, starting to get him hard all over again. Her tongue danced on her fingers, moving the muscle up and down her middle finger and swirling around the tip of her long and exaggerated acrylics.

They were red and curved, decorated with white painted on flowers. It reminded him of the designs back into the 90s.

Standing to her feet, she removed the crop top she wore, releasing the gift given to her by whatever woman who birthed the freak. He would have thanked her momma if he knew her.

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Me cause I had that damn song on repeat while writing this 🤭

[frudoo]

Mister Asylum Pt. 2

Simon learns something about himself.

Warnings: Gross imagery, self-deprecating thoughts, one mention of medical abuse of power.

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“Lights out, Mr. Riley.”

The squawking voice of the bitter nurse, ironically named ‘Sunny’, makes Simon’s eye twitch, fists clenched by his sides as he treks his way into the scarcely decorated room. There are no windows, no lights aside from the fluorescent overhead that gets switched off the second he thunks down onto the rickety bed. A couple of motivational posters hang high on the walls, held up by sticky tack and pure spite, at this point. The cheery words mock him, contort into vicious reminders of how useless he is in this place, in this world.

There’s not even a clock on any of the four taunting walls surrounding him and his roommate. His roommate, who talks to himself more often than not, only getting out of bed to get his vitals checked or slurping down the scrambled eggs he sneaks into his pockets at breakfast. Simon actually misses the smell of gunpowder and blood—anything is better than the vile stench of rotten food and day-old feces. The sorry fucker can’t even be bothered to flush the toilet. He’s nicknamed the gremlin ‘Egghead’ since he’s unsure of his real name. Not that he’d care regardless.

It’s no use complaining, either, no matter how many times Simon tries. He’s always dismissed with an annoyed frown and a wave of whatever nurse’s hand he’s decided to bitch and moan to. If he persists, they just threaten to give him an ungodly dose of Benadryl to keep him doped-up and compliant. Fuck, prison would be paradise compared to this place.

Simon huffs and pulls his mask over his eyes rather than his nose and mouth, turning on his side to finally try his hand at sleeping. He hasn’t caught a wink in the past two days he’s been here, and whatever little teaser of a nap he manages to fall into gets destroyed by the nightmares he’s plagued by. He’s lost count of how many times nurses have been sent to his room to try and calm him down to no avail—he just has to ride the terrifying wave the way he always does. It’s his own personal form of torture.

He’s nearly halfway asleep in a record time of fifteen short minutes when he hears rustling beside him. Simon stirs but ultimately ignores it, sniffing and allowing his body to relax once again. He probably just imagined it. No threats in this place. He’s safe.

He’s on the brink of blissful slumber when he feels it again. This time, he knows it’s not a figment of his imagination—that much is proven by the weight that settles on his waist. The unmistakable odor behind him proves his suspicions as his roommate cuddles up behind him like it’s his birthright, a pleased sigh escaping his filthy mouth.

“I jus’ wanna know when ya plan ta kill me,” he rasps, and Simon nearly loses it.

Fucking hell. Enough is enough. Simon elbows the freaky little greaseball in the stomach and skyrockets out of the bed, storming into the hallway where the night shift nurses are making their rounds. He spots the one who forced him back into his room and strides over to her, furiously pulling the mask back over his mouth and nose.

“No’ stayin’ in there w’him,” Simon growls, staring down the much shorter woman whose glare is equally as sharp.

“And what do you expect me to do about it?” Sunny cocks an eyebrow, arms crossed and one hip popped to the side to show she’s not intimidated.

“Dunno, but I ain’t goin’ back,” he squints, large foot tapping against the linoleum floor impatiently, looking much more like an angsty teenager than a battle-ruined soldier. “Can I switch rooms?”

“This isn’t a hotel, Mr. Riley,” the older woman exhales heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose before her eyes meet his again. “But I’ll see what I can do. For now, you’re gonna go back in that room and sit on the bed. Understood?”

Simon groans in disapproval but nods, moping his way back into the torture chamber where Egghead has made himself at home on his bed, sprawled out like a damn prostitute. The freaky bastard’s not even sleeping, just staring up at the ceiling with a cavernous grin on his oily face, acknowledging Simon’s presence with a squeal. The lieutenant actually flinches, reaching behind him habitually as if to retrieve a knife, despite having nothing but his pajamas on his person.

“M’ready,” Egghead giggles, lifting his arms and plopping them down again childishly. “How ya gonna do it?”

Simon peeks down the hall, hoping to find Sunny making her way towards him with that wonderful news so he doesn’t have to respond to this madman. No such luck, to his dismay. When he turns his head back, Egghead is standing right in front of him, jaundiced eyes wide and bloodshot.

“Answer me!” He shrieks, his grubby hands grabbing onto Simon’s shirt and tugging him so close that the taller man can see the plaque on his teeth.

Utterly repulsed, Simon shoves the fun-sized ogre back, fully intent on beating him to a pulp for ever daring to touch him in the first place. Egghead hits the edge of the bed with a grunt, palms rested on the mattress behind him to brace himself. The soldier raises a clenched fist, wild brown eyes locked on his target, but he can’t bring himself to plummet his knuckles onto the smaller man’s face. There’s no fear in the poor bloke’s expression, something more akin to relief, and it makes Simon question everything about himself.

Had he been on the field, Simon wouldn’t have hesitated to dig a knife into the enemy’s neck. But here, in the quiet of the hospital where he can hear the whimpers coming from the pitiful throat before him, where there’s no pressure on him to keep his team alive, he finds himself incapable of the violence he’s always known to resort to. If it wasn’t for the rapid fluttering beneath his chest, he wouldn’t be sure he even still had a heart. The feeling is foreign and it scares the hell out of him.

“M’not gonna kill you,” Simon grumbles, smoothing his rough palms over the mess of overgrown hair on the top of his head. “Stand up, mate.”

Egghead whines dramatically before following orders, using the heel of his palms to push himself back onto his feet. He trails back over to his own bed where he starts reciting his usual bedtime story to himself, like nothing had happened. Simon settles for kicking the wall to release his frustrations, not even flinching at the shooting pain that resonates through his foot. The rubber slipper that the hospital provided snaps in half, rendered useless in his rage. Funny, he thinks, that he can relate to such an inferior object.

“Mr. Riley, if you’re finished damaging property, I’d like to speak to you,” Sunny’s unimpressed voice rings out from behind him, and he turns around hopefully.

“Sorry,” he mutters, nodding for her to continue.

“There’s a room on the floor above us that the director herself has offered up. No roommates. You will still be on our schedule, but the nurses will be different. And, Simon?”

“Hm?”

“Just because we’re making this one exception does not mean you will be treated specially. It is simply a different floor. You will proceed treatments like normal,” her voice is firm as ever but holds a depth of sympathy that wasn’t there previously.

“Understood, ma’am,” he fiddles with the hem of his cotton tee, avoiding her steely gaze. “Thank you.”

“Grab your belongings, I’ll escort you.”

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Taglist: @thesevi0lentdelights @rejectedbytheempty @whitetiger846

[half-oz-eddie]

Billy Hargrove wasn't the type to stay with anyone for more than a day. He'd never even stay overnight.

He'd fucked enough of the cute girls in the school for rumors to spread. "Big dick Billy" "Hung Hargrove" "Mr. Fuck and Duck" all kinds of things were said about Billy in the hallways.

Not all of the rumors were flattering though. "Billy's a liar." "He says he'll call but he never does." "He'll make you feel like you're the only one, but you never are."

After the first 3 girls tried to confront him, none ever bothered to do it again. All he would ever do was humiliate them in front of the whole school, anyway, with harsh comments about the sex, or how boring their personalities are.

He even made one of the cheerleaders cry.

Steve thought he was cruel, stringing girls along for a little bit, but letting them down easy because he wasn't serious. Billy, on the other hand, let these girls know they didn't mean a goddamn thing. They were just another notch in his belt.

Maybe Billy's just an asshole, Steve considered at first, but after a whirlwind of weird situations forced Billy and Steve to be around each other (thanks, upside down, and the freaky creatures it unleashes), Steve noticed some things about Billy that a lot of people may not even pay attention to.

Billy's not cruel, and he's not a liar. If he says he's got your back, he's got it. If he says he's going to protect you, he's already got a plan. If he tells you "it scared the shit out of me when we got separated" and his eyes gloss over like a frozen ocean, he's scared to lose you.

Finally, he worked up the nerve to ask. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Just shopping, Harrington. Haven't found the right girl yet."

"You've been with a lot of the girls at school."

"And? You jealous?"

Steve shook his head. "Not even close. Just thought it was weird that you haven't found a single one that you like."

"Honestly, I'm just trying to appease my dad."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Never mind." Billy dismissed. "I gotta go, Max is coming."

Steve looked on as Billy and Max got into his car and he drove off.

Billy's words rang in Steve's mind for the rest of the day, carrying over to the next morning. He wasn't gonna let this go. He wanted to know what the hell he meant.

"So, what were you talkin' about yesterday?" Steve asked, approaching Billy before going into the school building.

"Yesterday when?"

"When you said you were trying to...'appease your dad' wha—what'd you mean by that?"

"Nothing. I said never mind."

"C'mon. We've fought monsters together, saved each other's lives. You can talk to me."

Billy let out an irritated growl and grabbed Steve by his collar, dragging him to his car.

He rolled up the windows and locked the doors.

"I don't...I don't like girls, Harrington."

"You don't like...oh! ooooooh! So...you're...gay?"

Billy bashfully nodded.

"I can see how that'd be a problem, then. Maybe you should stop sleeping around with people you're not attracted to. How do you even—"

"I just pretend they're you."

"What?"

"What?"

"No. Say that again!" Steve exclaimed. "What'd you say?"

"Get out of my car, Steve. I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"Not gonna happen. You said you're able to hook up with these girls by pretending...you're hooking up with me?" Steve smiled, pointing to himself.

"Why are you so cheeky about it?"

"I dunno, it's just...it's pretty flattering." His smile widened as Billy scowled. "So a guy like me, am I...am I your type?"

"What does that matter? If I'm not your type—"

"I didn't say that."

Billy narrowed his eyes, testing Steve's honesty with an intense glare. "Then what are you saying?"

"I've seen a side of you that's pretty likeable. Maybe you're my type too."

"This isn't funny, Harrington. Actually, it's insulting, and I should break your jaw."

"I can't kiss you if my jaw is broken, Billy."

Billy eyed the smirk curving on Steve's lips, and he still took his words for a joke. "I'm not screwing around, Steve. If you're just doing this to humiliate me..."

"I'm not, okay?" Steve grasped Billy's collar, slowly pulling him toward him. "If it's like this...you don't have to imagine anymore. You can have the real thing."

Billy shoved him away. "I dunno if I'm ready for the real thing."

Steve grabbed Billy's collar again, pulling him in more aggressively. "One kiss, and we'll take it from there."

The closer Steve's lips got to Billy's, the more convinced he was.

This is about to happen.

This is really happening.

This is...

Their lips met, and Billy's mind went blank. When he would sleep with all those girls, he had to fill his mind with thoughts of Steve, but now, Steve was right here, his lips feeling exactly the way he hoped they would. He had to confirm this wasn't one of his fantasies, so he ran his fingers through the back of Steve's hair, messying the crown of his hair on the way up.

They parted, all too soon and Steve looked into Billy's eyes.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'm dead. You understand that?" Billy warned.

"You kidding? I'll do anything to protect you, just like you always do for me. And when the time is right, we'll get the hell out of Hawkins, and we don't have to hide this. Sound good?"

Finally, Billy smiled. "Sounds like exactly what I've wanted."

[sugar-omi]

I wanna make him meaner. more of a tease.... rockstar!cove is gonna have to come around more often cause I can work w him aka i can make him worse🙈🙈🙈

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT —EXHIBITIONISM

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, bottom reader, rockstar!cove, (semi) public sex, (mean) dom cove, degradation/dirty talk, switch cove/reader mention, rockstar!cove is freaky af omfg

synopsis : you and cove are getting more risky with your pre-show sex. it turns you both on way too much to stop or care though.

cove is mean, a tease, and a total horn dog.

ever since you've started dating you started giving him head or a 'good-luck' fuck before he went on stage, and now it's become a habit. a dirty and dangerous habit..

first it was at home before he left, then his car or the tour van, then the bathroom, then his dressing room...

you don't know when it started becoming so adventurous but you'd be lying if you weren't shaking from adrenaline, just waiting for someone to come around the corner and open that door..

but now there isn't a door. you're out in the open, hiding behind the corner in some dark hallway.

you're not far away enough that you can't hear the screaming of fans and the shouting and static and clambering of everyone on staff getting things ready for cove's set.

you shiver, clinging onto cove's outfit, wrinkling his shirt. you can hear the head stylist yelling about something, god you hope they don't get mad at you if you ruin cove's outfit before he even gets on stage...

even though they usually scold cove more than you, knowing it's hard to shake off this gentle giants mischievous escapades and E rated rendezvous.

"cove.." you gasp, letting him tug down your pants and underwear in one swoop, cove's fingers quickly finding their way to the toy inside you and you press your lips together, trying to keep any noises from slipping out as the toy drags against your walls...

cove shushes you, slipping the toy into his pocket.

you smack your lips, or try to with cove's lips moving against yours feverishly.

fuck. he probably wants you to walk around leaking cum again... it wouldn't be the first time and apparently not the last.

"spin around for me.." cove mumbles, his voice gravelly.

he's moving you before you can think or agree, as if you'd put up a fight in the first place.

you stick your ass out, situating yourself against the wall. "hurry up, stop playing around, asshole."

cove laughs, giving your butt a quick, short smack just for his own amusement. "you love this asshole."

you roll your eyes, knowing it's a double sided quip.

before you can bicker some more, he sinks into you with some thrust, a loud moan slipping out before you can stop it and you slap a hand over your mouth.

cove laughs, putting his chin on your shoulder. "don't worry, no one's coming."

even though cove is living on the edge, you can at least trust him to be on the lookout.

at least.. you think. as long as he doesn't get lost in watching you swallow his dick, your walls clinging to his length as if he didn't fuck you silly last night.

cove places his hands on your ass, spreading you open so he can watch his dick drag out of your entrance, enjoying the way the rim clings to his length and the quiet squelching from how wet your insides are.

"you're so greedy, baby." cove pulls out until you're left squirming in his tip, then he pushes back in, both if you exhaling out breathy moans..

you pant, "that's- that's you. i can't believe you're not satisfied after last night..."

cove kisses your neck, pulling away your choker necklace to kiss and nibble on your neck. "i can't help it. you're so cute..."

you jump when you hear a loud clattering, followed by curses from someone in charge of props.

cove turns your head towards him, his lips brushing against your lips as he speaks. "ignore it, baby. focus on me..."

cove captures your lips, his dick grinding against your insides, right against that spot he bullied last night so you're sensitive, your cunt gushing on cove's dick, adding to the mess between your legs / pre pooling at your tip, threatening to drip on the floor.

he picks up the pace, a dull clapping of skin echoing in the hall, the sound drowned out by the opening set starting their 2nd song.

you whine, trying to stay quiet even though the bass is loud and pumping in your ears even from back here.

cove grabs your wrist, removing your hand from your mouth, locking your fingers together. "don't hide your sounds from me. let me hear you."

you moan sharply, cove thrusting up into you suddenly, his balls slapping against your sex.

it takes you a minute to gather your thoughts, any brain cell you had was turned to mush from so much overstimulation.

"but.. what if.." you gasp, unable to finish the words, your hand finding your clit / cock.

cove tugs on your earlobe with his teeth, moving down your jaw. "i don't care who hears. besides, you want that don't you?"

you shake, whimpering, pushing back on cove's dick.

"you're always tightening up when we fuck somewhere risky." cove reminds you, recalling that time you left a mess all over the window of his skyrise apartment when he mentioned that someone in the office building ahead of you can probably see you if they look up.

"don't act like i'm the only freak between us, i didn't force you to prepare yourself tonight did i?"

you whimper, shaking your head "n-no.."

cove groans, your walls quivering around him. "and who begged for one more round and then used my dick like a dildo when i got tired?"

you moan loudly, your mouth falling open. "me! i did!"

fuck maybe you are the catalyst, one of you always pulling a little more from the other, drowning yourselves in pleasure and giving into your desires so easily, selfishly almost.

cove kisses your cheek, a wolfish grin in his face. "that's right. you're such a whore, even with all your worrying, you're making such a mess."

you whimper, blinking through blurry vision to see your cum / slick dripping on the floor.

"you'd like it if someone saw us. just admit it." cove growls, his hips slamming against your butt, forcing your body against the wall.

you gasp and moan, holding tightly onto his hand.

"say it, darling. wanna hear you say it." cove demands, and you babble out even though your brain is centered on how his dick hits your g-spot.

"i wanna be seen! fuck- fuck, i-i wanna be watched..." you whimper, pushing back on cove so his tip keeps hitting that spot.

cove grunts, "so cute.."

you pant, looking over your shoulder. "and what- hahh- about you, huh?"

cove kisses you, barely able to pull away from your lips to speak. "what *kiss* about me?"

"you're the same.. are you tryna ruin your career?" you laugh, tightening around cove on purpose, circling your hips. "maybe you want your fans to know that you're a whore,"

cove's head hits your shoulder, a shaky moan and curse falling from his lips.

"you're always- nghh- pulling me into helping you get off.." cove wraps his arms around you, basically humping you at this point. "maybe we should just fuck in front of your fans, i'm sure they'd love to see how you look on my strap / cock, i've seen some interesting tweets..."

cove moans, his teeth digging into your skin. "fuck.. fuck i want that so bad..."

you didn't realize how close you were until your thighs are shaking, your cum making a mess in your hand / your slick gushing on cove's length, although some still drips on the floor, adding to the small puddle at your feet and you hope there's no obvious stains on your pants...

cove groans, his hips stuttering and his arms wrapping around your waist tighter, painting your insides with his cum.

you pant, clinging onto each other.

then you and cove jump, startled by a shout.

"where is cove?! he's on in 20!"

he grimaces, hurrying to straighten his pants... "fuck.. i love you, watch me?"

you kiss him back, straightening his shirt and roughly smoothing his hair. his stylist has a bit of work to do...

"of course i will. love you, now go get 'em." you cheer, pinching his butt on his way out.

cove starts off down the hall before stuttering turning back of another kiss.

"thanks for the good luck, today will be a good show for sure." cove kisses your cheek, "i'm already looking forward to the afterparty..."

[lilywily143]

live blog of tadc!

Edit as I am watching this episode: WHY DOES IT HAVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HORROR THAT MAKES ME FEEL PAIN IN MY CHEST I DESPISE THIS EPISODE!!!!!

Oh pomni is blue oof

why are they making her hold her breath??? will it be relevant later?

She's so blue and pink and now red lord she's a rainbow!

oooo I love the cute 2d doodles

Jax come onnnnn hahah 4th wall breaks heheheh

CAINE HI!

ooo spooky :0

can't wait to see the ghosts

ZOOBLE GET OVER HERE!

caine is so freaky heheheh love it

man the mansion looks cool

I don't blame you pomni, I hate horror too

AGH FUKC YOU GHOSTLY, ugh i'm not gonna rewatch this episode anytime soon will I? WHY THE HUMAN TEETH

AGH POMNI YOURE EYES

Rated for WOW for all ages

OH LORD AGH MOUTH HALLWAY I HATE IT

Zooble I want your lore!

aww Caine you're adorable

therapy room!

a what caine?

caine lordddd hahah

Is it shotgun time yet

NONWIBHEFUHDSJLBHV NO NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE STOP I HATE THISSSS I WANNA LEAVE

this was all for Zooble?!

I'm taking my glasses off until they leave the room

OH IT'S THE TAPE GUY FROM THE TEASER A YEAR AGO!

hhehhe what u thinking kinger?

finally they left the room

poor pomni :[

EGH I hate this

kinger man you're really... focused on this...

Lore placement hahahha

the 2d eyes!

hehhe kinger your precious, I love him, baby

DONT GO IN THE THROPHY ROOM PLEASEEEE I HATE IT THERE

silence.

a fly? hahhaha

NONO NO NO NONNONONONONONO PLEASEEEEE GLASSES OFF

KINGER RUN RUN RUN

I wanna die I hate thisssss

oh Zooble :[

caine man you have no social skills.... I love him

oh no he's glitching, IT'S ALL GLITCHING

AGH WHY ARE WE BACK TO THE SCARY STUFF I FUCKING HATE THIS EPSIDOE

Shotgun time now, I see it

oh kinger and pomni are you okay?

Get the gun! and be quick so I don't see your body

PTTT okay that was funny "please don't come alive" "okay I won't" thank you sir, geniuenly

let me guess. Kinger is gonna accidently waste the shots and that's why he pokes people in the teasers?

oh no please please

AGH HEADLESS THING

NO NO NO NO ON NO NOT THE SHITTY TEETH MONSTER DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

I HATE THESE EXTRA EYES I WANNA RUN

CAN WE JUST GO TO FUCKING GANGLE AND JAS AND RAGATHA I MISS THEM

oh thankssss

and the pretty lady ghost

HAHAH JAX IS TIED UP

the ghost it cute but man I feel bad for kinger and pomni

no please I don't wanna go back to the pomni and kinger

kinger your so polite

woah little dust fishes?

WOAH WOAH WOAH NO NO I ODN'T LIKE THIS

POMNI HONEY :[

I WISH I DIDN"T WATCH THIS FUCKING EPIODE

DON'T TAUNT KINGER YOU SOULS!

oh pomni...

AGH they are so sweet

pomni baby don't cryyyyyyyy

Kinger yeah you're pretty happy-ish

woah KINGER LORE!?

AGH QUEENIE LORE TOO

they look so cute [khori vibes]

agh this really is khori I'm not kidding [Queenie making kinger like bugs? nori made Khan like safety and doors]

kinger you make me so happy, god I am gonna draw him.

OH NO I just realized that i'm gonna see fanart of these shitty monsters NOOOOOOO

hehhe were are gonna see Kinger glow, his special thing with holding his breath

oh KINGER PLEASEEEEE NO I DON'T WANT YOU TO FORGET YOUR MEMORIES I'M GONNA CRY ARE WE GONNA HAVE A MOMENT LIKE WITH GUMMIGO

AGH THIS MUSIC IS REALLY NICE SOUNDING

WOAH FUCK HE'S SUPER BRIGHT THE HELL

god this show is pretty

oh kinger

agh Ragatha and pomni talk hehhehe precious

HAHAHHAH KINGER SWORE

HEHHEH and now it's Caine therapy time, poor code

agh he gets distracted so easily

What??? what are your nicknames

jax ugh heheheh weirdo

man it ended. that ending was... peaceful

new merch :D wish I had money

NO FUCK NOT MERCH OF THE MONSTER I HATE YOU

[alaydabug2]

Inspired by @dancing-phantoms-on-the-terrace (idk if I spelled that right 😭)

Again based off a theory for Keefe in the Forbidden Cities

(Dane pov)

There was a knock on the door to the hotel room. Dane groaned and buried his face in his pillow.

His door cracked open. It was Keefe. He rubbed his eyes and mumbled, "I'm getting it."

He closed the door back. Dane tried to go back to sleep, until he heard the sound of several voices.

Sleep was a lost cause now. Might as well be nosey.

When he got up, he trudged to the doorway that separated the hallway of bedrooms to the main living space. He pressed his ear against the door.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a tuff of black hair walking out of the bathroom.

"Luke," he said to get his attention. "Come here. There's people here, and I want to be nosey."

Luke padded over and asked, "Who's here?"

Dane shrugged. "I don't know. I think they're here for Keefe. He hasn't come to get us yet, so I don't know."

"It's not those neversaw people, is it?" Luke said while crouching by the door.

"Nah, I'm sure we would've heard yelling." He strained his ears to hear something. He gasped and shushed Luke.

"There's a freaky shadow tracker ripple thing in my heart!" Keefe shouted from the other room.

"Umm, is that a normal thing for elves?" He whispered.

Luke shot him a look. "I know as much about this stuff as you do."

"Well, sorry," Dane grumbled. "You're the one who plays D&D."

"I thought he already said those wearn't what elves were actually like."

He rolled his eyes.

After listening to the conversation for a little longer, they heard a loud grunt. Then, there was a lot of confused murmuring.

Luke snorted. "How much you wanna bet that's the girl he simps over."

"Well, duh, it is," Dane groaned. "He keeps calling her Foster."

"Uh oh," Luke mumbled after a few more minutes. "He's being moody again."

"I know. He likes to say how that Tam dude is emo, but I've heard his music taste. He was blasting it from his room while you were getting groceries yesterday."

"Wait." Luke pondered for a minute. "Isn't he out there now."

"Maybe." Dane listened to the conversation a little longer. "Ok, I think who's there is Sophie, Tam, and... Desk?" He tilted his head.

Luke shoved him. "Dex, you dimwitt."

"Get off of me," he grumbled and pushed him away.

"How much of this that they're talking about is normal elf weirdness or just plain weirdness," Dane thought aloud.

"It's about fifty/fifty," Luke murmured.

Through the door, Keefe said, "I'm getting my stuff. I'm coming home."

Dane and Luke scrambled away just in time before the door swung open. Keefe flinched back when he realized they were eavesdropping.

"Dude, where are you going?" Luke asked.

Keefe looked out the window at the pouring rain. "There's... a lot going on back home. I need to be there for it all. I don't know if I'm coming back, but thank you. For everything." He looked around. "I need to get my stuff."

He came back out in a hoodie with his duffle bag. He ran a hand through his hair. "Bye guys."

"Take care," Dane told. "I'd say keep in touch, but..."

Keefe looked down. "I'll try. If... if things go the way they should, we might be able to reconnect again someday. But in the meantime... I have to go. A few of my friends are here, and we're on a time crunch, apparently."

"Alright." Luke gave him a salute. "Go save the world, or whatever you do. And if we do meet again, set me up with a cute chick."

Keefe snorted. "I'll keep that in mind. There's some leftover cash in my bottom drawer. Keep it. And I'll see you later."

With that, he stepped out the door. Dane was able to catch a glimpse of his friends. By their faces, he knew they'd take good care of him. He just hoped he made smarter decisions from now on.

[sanemisslit]

Part 1. // Kacchan’s hate list.

- bakudeku, eventual fluff, jealousy, obsessiveness, bakugou has some serious ego issues.

Bakugou Katsuki loathed Izuku Midoriya.

Those green eyes would light up every time he'd pass the explosion quirk user in UA's halls. No matter how many times Bakugou would yell at him to get lost, to get out of his way, to jump off the building, to stop being a complete nuisance. The boy wouldn't give the fuck up.

It was like talking to Deku was like talking to a stupid green wall. Yeah. A wall that Bakugou was this close to breaking down into dust. He's not even sure why Deku kept trying. It was clearly one sided. It’s been one sided for years.

Bakugou’s hate list grew one day at random.

“Midoriya, will you join me for lunch?” He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on stupiroki and deku. He really didn’t, it’s not his fault Todoroki spoke very clearly. Of course he’d listen. “Oh uh-“ Bakugou could see them, the two boys were across the hallway and even from this distance he could see that Deku was flustered.

What a fucking nerd.

Probably can’t wait to ask Taco Bell sauce allll about his hero dad. Endeavor.

The more he listened to them speak, the more he started fixating on Todoroki’s emotionless face. When they had All Might's Class, taking turns battling Hero's and Villains. That stupid piece of chewed up peppermint candy went above and beyond. Who knew even a corpse looking boy was capable of such moves.

Todoroki’s partner didn't even have to move a finger. In that moment, he was set on creating a plan on battling on a 1V1. This would take time, and he'd have a perfect excuse on why it was justified. Of course, UA Students weren't allowed to really fight-to-kill against their own classmates. But, they didn't consider the fact he was above all of these muts.

They weren't his classmates. They were simply extras. Including stupid Deku. He didn't care about their past. Doesn't even remember the way Younger Deku extended his hand out for Bakugou to take when he'd fallen in the water. Didn't see the admiration Deku had for Bakugou fade over the years. Heck. He doesn't care enough to try and keep those memories alive. Not when the quirk out of nowhere boy treats him as a fool.

But.

He starts tensing up, fingers twitching by his sides and balling up into fists. The faint smell of smoke hits his nose and he needs to get it together.

But.

Now that he noticed that one similarity. He has even more reason to go against half n half. The way Deku is staring up at Todoroki right now, green eyes big in awe, cheeks flushed, and hands gripping his stupid freaky stalker notebook to his chest. It reminds him of when Deku used to look at him that way.

“WOW! You’re so cool Kacchan!”

He feels a small bomb go off, his nails digging into his palms as he hastily slams his locker shut. Quickly rushing off. He expects Deku to turn to make a stupid comment, he always does when he sees Bakugou in the hall.

Deku doesn’t say anything.

He’s still looking at Shoto Todoroki with those big obsessive fanboy eyes.

“When I grow up! I wanna be just like you!”

Bakugou Katsuki loathes Shoto Todoroki.

[sunlightmurdock]

I wanna know all about mama bradshaw’s freaky side!!! Please don’t yell at me but… pegging 🫣? And yes, I’m the same person who asked for Hyde pegging roo. As you can see I feel very strongly about this topic and I think there’s not enough pegging in this fandom!

Let’s talk about Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw’s sex lives 😏:

I think Parent Trap Bradley is pretty open-minded and very much a ‘will-try-anything-once’ type of guy. I don’t know if they have done pegging specifically (potentially though). So here are some things that I know they’ve done:

— fucked on the pool table (& piano) at the Hard Deck that one time that Mav asked them to lock up for him.

— whole lot of deployment phone sex (that Hangman overheard once and was scarred — he wasn’t planning on finding out what noise Rooster makes when he cums on that fateful night, but alas).

— Threesome, tried it once, it was good but they prefer each other’s company too much to do it again.

— Anal, semi-regularly.

— I think Mrs. Bradshaw def likes to restrain him a little bit bc who wouldn’t like to see that big strong man all helpless.

— As previously mentioned: balconies, back of the bronco, empty hallways, the bathroom at Jake’s house during his superbowl party — they weren’t afraid of getting caught in their youth.

— also as much as we talk about Bradley having a breeding kink, Mrs. Bradshaw definitelyyyy has one too.

[coolstorysister]

LYRIC STARTERS 2

Same old story, time again.

Got so close but then you lost it.

Should've listened to your friends.

Let's get coffee.

Let's meet up.

Stop feeling sorry!

You know what I mean.

You know what you need.

She showed me things I didn't know.

She did it right there out on the deck.

I'm in the hallway waiting for you.

I just want you to make a move.

Slow down!

Sit down.

It's new.

I just wanna get to know you.

Guess I didn't quite think it through.

Baby, why don't you come over?

I like what you like.

That's my type.

I will cause I really want to.

Let's get freaky.

I know you wanted me to stay.

I'm having wicked dreams.

I swear it's calling me.

It's gonna cause a scene.

I know she's gonna scream.

God, what have you done?

I'm just having fun.

It's where I belong.

You've been too good to me.

You're always on my mind.

I'm gonna keep on dancing.

I really don't mind the rain.

The smile can hide all the pain.

There's hours I can't recall.

It must be you and me forever, baby.

It's gotta be you and me.

Are we crazy?

You came in like a fire, burned all I ever knew.

All that I want is you.

Can we run away and get crazy?

Are we falling in love?

Let us not fall apart.

It's been a long time since we've seen this place.

I guess I never thought we'd be back again.

Even if we could, I wouldn't change a thing.

You know this is the first time in a long time that I've felt like this.

I remember each whispered word.

We knew that we could never stay.

We carry on.

No time to cry when there's mountains left to climb.

Where are we now?

I play those days in my head, round and round, and how it hurt so bad.

We had to move ahead.

I looked around and I saw that you weren't there.

I tried to love you.

I've been waiting.

Don't wanna waste it.

We're all alone now.

How far will we take it?

You didn't say it but I know that you felt the same.

I tried to save you.

I can see it in your eyes.

You're not afraid to die.

Can I walk by your side?

Why tell a lie?

I feel so alive.

I wouldn't try to fight the flames.

I've been losing sleep without you next to me.

The time moves slowly.

I should be somewhere far away.

Please, I can't take it no more!

I need shelter from the storm.

Only God knows what for.

It's getting late.

Have you seen my mates?

I wanna rock!

She don't care.

We had it with your discipline!

They're with me.

Heartache is a lonely road.

Tell me lies.

I don't mind.

I ain't the hurting kind.

That's what I'm talking about.

It's so delicious.

Are you obsessed with me?

You know you're not invited.

I know you can't see the light right now.

Look how far you've come.

You've been running far too long.

What goes up comes back down.

Cry a little longer if it helps.

You can't choose the place you're born.

You did that on your own.

Catch your breath.

I promise someday it'll all make sense.

We talk to much.

I'll pick you up.

Is it too early to call this love?

I'll never ever get enough.

I lied when I said I'm fine.

We should've known better.

I cry every time our song comes on.

It breaks my heart.

We went our separate ways.

Time stopped moving the minute I saw you.

We were young till we weren't.

It was fun till it hurt.

I'm terrified that I'll never find love like yours.

Those were the golden years.

Our love, it was real.

lonely road

[the-haunted-office]

Dorian (The actual Haunted Office)

Age: ???

Pronouns: Will answer to any, but typically referred to by It/Its

Sexuality: It... It's an office building... But I suppose if you wanna get freaky, it's open to anything from anyone if you can, you know, sort out the logistics of it.

Species: Living Building

Personality: A little nervous and unsure of itself, but also chatty and likes to figure things out. It's learning a lot about the world and its place in it, so it is a very curious building. It wants to know all about the critters inhabiting it and what it's doing here.

Physical Appearance: A big office building with ten floors above ground, and a sprawling below ground level. There seem to be hallways and levels that don't seem possible to exist within the physical reality of the actual building, but no one has ever properly mapped it all out either. We're sure it's just a regular office building, anyway.

Abilities: It can talk now. And open all its own doors and windows, turn its own lights off and on. Who knows what else it can do that it has yet to discover?

Office: Itself, the Haunted Office, although it prefers to go by Dorian.

About: Dorian has only recently gained sentience thanks to the presence of the Monolith that was dropped off on its roof by Doomsday. The sudden awareness of existence is a terrifying thing, and so at first Dorian was very scared about the things it was learning about itself and the world around it, and mostly about the little creatures inhabiting its walls. Over time it may feel protective of these little creatures, but for now it is trying to figure itself out and learn about everything it can. Life is scary, but perhaps it's not so scary when you have friends there with you, is it?

Voiceclaim: This voice in this game.

[samicakes-exe]

thanks for the ej with a muzzle thought now I can't stop thinking about it

𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 :(  𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 us....  𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎??? <𝟹

𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!! 𝚕𝚘𝚕

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  5𝚔 𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝟸𝟶 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍??? 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔  𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝙰 𝙼𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎  𝙾𝚗 

𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕗 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 <𝟛

awooga heres the warning dears: its creepypasta smut/headcannons, ur fucking a eyeless creature/demon thing?, muzzle, drooling, eye goo/ink maybe, mans has three tongues, multiple creampies, nipple sucking, degradation, breeding kink, mentions of getting reader pregnant, animal noises (e.g: growling, guttural noises, howling maybe i dunno), mentions of a knot,  Afab reader, feminine pet names, being covered in saliva/eye goo, blood kink,  just smut ya know. be safe dears <3

𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚠𝚊𝚑:

oh my effing gods it took him so damn long for you to talk him into it like im talking like a solid two months. He would always shut you down with the same old, “I don’t wanna take off my mask babe.” or “How would it even fit me??”

you would even show him that they do make customs made ones so it could fit a human head but still he would brush it off, a little insulted by it. like why would you need him in a muzzle to begin with? wasn’t he enough for you??

honestly most of the talking him into it was just you reassuring him lol.

then by some stroke of luck, he finally agrees to it. 

maybe it was now that he was comfy with having his mask off in front of you, gotta jump through the insecurity hurdles 

before the real freaky shit happens <3

<3

I honestly imagined that you two would be in bed when he brings it up to you the first time. everyone else in the mansion has fallen asleep, and you were almost off to dreamland yourself but thats when he would turn to you, gently nudging you to catch your attention.

when he does tell you, theres no sleeping for the rest of the night but not for the reason ya think it would be, ya lil dirty bug. 

You and Ej spend hours trying to find the perfect one, surprisingly he’s very picky 

but but but but!

yall find the perfect one! to bad you cant afford express shipping :(

being an creature that eats kidneys dont really pay well

<3

The wait for the thing was grueling

every single knock made you almost jump out of your skin, knocking over everything to get the door first only to realize it was for someone else (Mostly ben and jeff rip)

even Ej wanted it so bad. 

It took at least a month to get to you both, it arrived early in the morning like 3/4 am

thankfully you were the only one up to answer the door, the box wasn’t exactly hiding the contents of it. 

you knew ej would’ve been an embarrassed mess if anyone in the mansion saw it.

you woke him up the morning, holding that muzzle in your hands

oh gods

you, my dear have woken up something in him

𝚄𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝:

The entire house was still and quiet apart from the wind rustling past it’s old form and the soft creaks the hallway whispered underneath your feet. You held a package in both of your hands, your fingers covering the obscene words and the very pornographic pictures on the box, just in case if anyone or thing was up at this hour. 

A foot of yours placed itself on the first steep stair before another followed. You started to make your way up the narrow stairwell while your eyes played a dangerous game, flickering to the path in front of your still tired feet and back at the box. 

soon enough you decided to just rely on the muscle memory of your legs, putting your trust in them to carry you up the stairs they must’ve walked a thousands times before. meanwhile your eyes settled back on the pictures on the box, specifically one of a girl with the muzzle firmly attached to her mouth. Her eyes were obstructed by the tip of your middle finger. It made you think of Ej and soon enough your cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush. 

The thought of Ej with a muzzle on broke your little head, shutting it down entirely while your legs still carried you, Those thoughts of yours ran like a wildfire, but you couldn’t really wrap your head fully around the fact that he agreed to it. You were sure that he would love it though, at least the dirty lil ideas that the picture was fueling did. 

him thrusting into you deeply, reaching into the spots you didn't even know you had. gods you were gonna cum. 

A loud smack of the box hitting the wall, soon followed by the dull thud your head made when it made contact with it. panic settled in pretty quickly and Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around the box, carrying it like a child plus now blocking the smutty words and pictures on it almost fully now, a couple of words like Slut and Fuck-Machine poked themselves through. you looked around cautiously as if someone would rise because of two small noises, or leave their rooms for that matter. 

Still you stood in place with the box pressed against your chest, your heart, it was throbbing against the cardboard. you swore that was louder than your previous head bang. You stayed there, shaking like a wet dog for at least three minutes. Thankfully no one poked their heads out of their room and into your business.

With a deep breath that was as shaky as your legs, you walked to the room that you and Eyeless-Jack shared, the box still against your chest when you opened the door, seeing your darling still asleep, his usual mask on the nightstand that was on your side of the bed. His body stretched across the bed sideways, limbs all sprawled out. His face deep into the pillows, and you saw the ribbon of the sleep mask he wore to bed always. 

You leaned against the door frame, making sure that the old house walls didn’t creak when you put your weight on it. Your nails slipped under one of the flaps, tearing a part of the top off and reaching into the box, grabbing the muzzle. 

You tossed the box into bin.

The muzzle dangled off of your index finger while you looked at the cozy cannibal. a part of you wanted to wake him up right this second, but no, you had to wait just a little while longer. Undoing your robe so it barely stayed on your frame, it exposing your bra and panties. Gods, you swore that you could feel your heart racing even though Ej was still laying there, snoozing peacefully. 

you pursed your lips to let a sharp wolf whistle sneak right past them. The sound made ej huffed a bit, thankfully he was a light sleeper. “Get up babes.”

Begrudgingly and with an audible groan, EJ got up. It took him a minute or two to fully get up, his back hunched and arms resting against his knees. “Im up. Im up. Im up!” he grumbled, his hand went to his face, patting around for the sleep mask. His brain was still dead-tired, his hands stumbling around before he finally grabbed it, pulling and then tossing it to whatever corner. Almost immediately his rough hands went to his face, rubbing the remaining sleep out of it, well trying to.

“Babe.. literally look at me please.”

He grunted a bit in response first, but soon he answered with a,  “I am I am..” His voice was gruff still gravelly with sleep. He lifted his head, deep purple bags settled in under his sockets soon covered up by a small dribble of ink. You knew that he still wasn’t looking at you instead past you to the hallway.  

“Like what you see?” 

Ej turned his view to your face, a small smile spread across his lips. “Im looking at you so of course.” Even when sleepy he was a dork, huh.

“Uh.. babe look lower.” You stifled a small giggled when his attention immediately turned to your breasts, the bra barely covering them. He was a bit slow whenever he woke up so you had to do most of the work, bringing the muzzle up to his gaze and well to cover your cleavage. 

“Oh..” He was at a lost for words but now you could feel his gaze undress you right where you stood. He leaned over and grabbed your arm. He could translate what he wanted with his actions better than he could with words and you both knew that. 

he tilted his head up to face yours, a grin pulled at his grey lips, his sharp teeth poking and some overlapping his bottom lip. He looked so handsome like this, your eyes taking in all of his pretty face before you stared into those deep voids in place of actual eyes. Still, you knew he could see you and see the growing heat that spread across your face. 

“You’re so pretty.” He had a peculiar look on his face. just looking at you you made the left corner of his face twitch ever so slightly. But that look had you curious: was it hunger? Need? His craving for you or something worse. Whatever it was it burned and it burned bright.

The blush that was worsening, how your robe was barely able to stay on your body, your smell, all of it was intoxicating. Oh gods, your smell.. He could smell everything on you, how much you needed him. It drove him wild, you drove him wild, it lighting a match in the pit of his belly and the need crawling up from it and into his veins.  

Despite how badly he wanted to ravage your body and take you right then and there, he carefully grabbed your chin, treating you like the finest of china and pulled your face closer to his and soon enough his lips enveloped yours. 

Kissing Ej was always an experience, his three tongues completely covered your tongue, surrounding it so you had no choice but to give in to him. A soft noise crawled out of your throat into the kiss and that only fueled Ej’s craving more, the fire burning even hotter, it felt like his veins were gonna burst but it wasn’t gonna make him rush, just yet.

One tongue of his wrapping around yours, and the others explored your mouth, claiming it as his own. you just had to sit there with muzzle in hand and take it but you werent complaining. His hands explored his body but as they naturally do, they went straight for your breasts, grabbing and squeezing them, taking greedy handfuls. Your bra holding on by the straps hanging down by your elbows now. 

His hands kneaded your breasts, your nipples hardening underneath his needy palms and the lace of your bra. It took all of the willpower in his body but he gently pulled away from the kiss, drool dripping off on the lead tongue. Ej stared up at you with the wicked grin and twitching corner of his lip. you could barely breathe now, your chest rising and falling, shimmying your bra down your torso, exposing them. Your eyes traveled down to the door once more and it took a second to realize that the drool was dripping off of his tongue was attached to yours. the trail snapped and the drool splashed on both of y’alls chest and soon apart of it traveled down to one of Ej’s hands. 

They squeezed your breasts harder, making rough purple shaped love marks on them. It made a mewl of moan come out of you. Another twitch of Ej’s lips, he squeezed you once more, wanting that sound again. Ej just did whatever first came to his mind, it was cloudy in there but one thing is that he wanted to fuck you and fuck you hard. You wanted it to, trembling hands of yours finally undid that pesky bra of yours that hung around your stomach, Ej didn’t waste any time, he leaned down and started to suck on your breasts, his tongues wrapping around your left nipple. 

He kept you in place by wrapping his large hands around your waist.

“Jack...” you moaned out his name in a shaky breath, your tongue didn’t dare to stumbled when moaning his actual name out. Ej growled in return, his heart racing, pounding against the skin of his neck. It threatened to burst when your fingers wrapped themselves up in his dark hair, still slightly curled from previous deep sleep. Another moan he pulled out of you while his tongues surround your breast, his black drool leaking out from the sides of his mouth, covering your entire chest with his saliva. Ej was so damn messy when it came to things like this but you fucking loved it 

He went to your other bud, leaving the cool air to stimulate the other. 

He kept you up with his hands that were still holding onto your waist, tightly. Good since those pesky legs of yours almost buckled while his mouth took in most of your breasts, the part of it that wasn’t being sucked on was still being explored by his tongues, leaving trails of saliva. His mouth was eager. Hell, he was eager to taste you like this, his lust growing with every single uneven breath you took. He became rougher with the whiny moans you made underneath his greedy mouth. He couldn’t help it. The taste of your skin tingled his tongue, he needed more. Hands of his pulled you closer to him, your breasts now smooshed against his face. 

A stinging pain enveloped your breast when his teeth easily broke your skin, they were made for eating kidneys after-all. with a sharp inhale that sounded more like a hiss, your face scrunched up. trying to deal with the pain as if it would pass. Ej only seemed to get more into it and with great effort you pulled on his bed-hair to get his head and mouth away from your aching breasts.

Ej was confused above all else and it showed on his face, his tongues hanging out of his mouth and dripping with his drool. It took him a second to see the blood run down from the tiny cuts his teeth made and onto your stomach. 

“Babe.. I.. I’m sorry.” He said, his voice wracked with nerves. his whole body filled with such an immense guilt. You knew he didn’t mean to. You knew he was sorry by the tremble in his voice. “I’m so sorry...” 

Gods, you felt your heart breaking, you knew he was so damn sincere. 

“Jack, im gonna be fine. it’s okay.” you assured him with a kind smile, his gaze never left your face, searching for a part of you that was mad. 

“But I.. I.” He stammered, he couldn’t think straight with the knowledge that he had made you bleed. You could tell that he was lost in his thoughts, every single one of them bad too. 

You dipped your fingers into the blood cascading down your breasts, collecting a small puddle of it on your fingers. He opened his mouth to spurt out another ‘Im sorry’ but instead you shoved those fingers deep into his mouths. His tongues instinctively surrounded your fingers, taking in every last drop of it. The taste was heavenly.

“I love you, ya dork.”

The worry finally left his body, you didn’t hate him. (Not that you could lol) He sucked on your fingers, giving you small growls: all were guttural. He enjoyed swiping each tongue through the two fingers even though he sucked the blood off clean as soon as you slide them into his mouth. 

Much to Ej’s dismay: you pulled your fingers out of his mouth slowly, making sure to soft pull at his bottom lip. The teasing nature of it all drew another growl from that pit in Ej belly. You lifted your fingers to your view, only to see that they were dripping with the same drool that your breasts were. A small giggle made your body shake and caught you off balanced, your left foot catching you but bumped into something cold. 

You looked down towards your foot and saw the muzzle on the ground. The same one you two been waiting months for, just forgotten about. Ej soon followed your eyes to the muzzle, he grunted a bit when he first saw it and strangely enough your chest mimicked him. 

“My mouth was that good huh? knocked the memory outta you?” He teased, You could feel his attention turned to your ass and you were right by his hans travelling lower when you decided to pick it up. He promised that he would try this out once and you were gonna make it count.

“You also forgot, smart-ass.” You teased him right back, holding the muzzle with both hands, presenting to him almost. Well, you be damned he looked almost shy when he saw that you were sticking to your guns. Was that a faint blush to grace his grey cheeks. 

He was at a lost for words for once. 

“Well.. gimmie that handsome little face babes.” You laughed, slightly getting off on the power you had over him in this moment. full on basking in his submission for the time being. Knowing Ej, you knew you wouldn’t have it for long.

Ej was a man of his word: He leaned his head to you, right into of both of your hands. The drool that hadn’t had a chance to dry yet was still hanging off of his chin and slid down his neck. You ignored it as you fixed the muzzle onto his mouth and jaw comfortably before pressing his face into your breast to tighten up the straps. You jumped when you felt the warmth of his tongues licking the spot between your breasts, of course he had to, you tasted so damn good. 

before he could get to carried away, you had to pull his head back by the straps of the muzzle, to made him look at you. The look of confusion was on his face once again, his tongues hanged out of his mouth, wanting the taste of your skin and also drenching the metal bars in drool.

He looked so handsome like this, wishing that you had a camera to show him just how pretty he was right this second. He looked up at you, all the while the saliva dripping on his lap. He looked like a rabid animal, ready to demolish you. 

“Closer.” His voice was rough, it scraped out oh his throat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, squeezing your sides. “I fucking need you.” 

In a flash you were against the bedroom floor, the cheap carpet scratched up your back, making little itchy red indents. Ej hovered over you, the same rabid look fixed on his face. his lips placed in a snarl with more drool pushing past his teeth. He carved you and you could feel it grow with every drop of his black drool that splashed on your lips. 

“Give me your cunt.”

He kept on watching your face. Every little movement of yours made the corner of his lip twitched even more. His sharp teeth shined as he fully grinned down at you while watching the dark red blush fully overtook your face. 

“Ej, It’s yours.” You manged to stuttered out, the words clunking off of your tongues and into his ears. That grin of his widened, he looked cocky almost. One of his rough hands stumbled it’s way up your inner thighs and shoved itself into your panties. The muscles in your thighs tightened around his arm. 

“Give me your cunt.” He barked the order out and soon your legs spread wide open for him, you didn’t notice that you did at first until you felt the calloused pad of his fingers pressed against your slit. Another growl erupted out of him, feeling you need for him drip on his two fingers. 

a sharp inhale filled your lungs as your lips part out for a soft, “Fffuuck.”

The moan was everything but soft though, it was clunky as if you were sounding out each word of it. It only drew out another deep growl from him, he needed to hear it once more. He need to keep hearing that clumsy moan of yours. He rubbed your opening for a second, he loved how wet you were just by seeing him with this muzzle on. Soft mewls and you started bucking your hips against him, you wanted him so damn bad. 

“You want my fingers to fill up your cunt.” He grunted, dipping the tips of his fingers into you. “Huh?” 

To flustered to talk, all you could do was just nod: your head bobbing up and down quickly, making a few stray hairs stick to your hot face. The sight of you, wordlessly pleading was enough for him to shove his fingers into you, filling your pussy to the hilt. 

“Good pet.”

The way your legs twitched and tightened around his sides. the look of absolute bliss that twist itself on your face, the moans leaving your mouth. he pressed his fingers deeper into that spot, making your walls tightened and twitched. sucking his fingers in even deeper if that was possible. 

“aah- ughh, gods-” barely able to fumble out a clear sentence out. Now since he started pumping them into that spongey spot, you swore that you saw white, eyes fluttering every-time he pressed into it. Gods, he fucking loved it. It made him drool even more, his tongues reaching out of his mouth and the tips went through the bars. 

the drool splashed onto your face while he fucked you with your fingers, his body moving with his hands, mimicking how he would usually fucked you. the carpet scratched up your back, his fingers curled right into your spot and it made your mouth open wide. That little pink tongue of yours peered through and it drove him wild,  seeing his drool drop and fill your mouth. 

He leaned down closer to your face, wanting to feel your tongue on his so bad. the tips of his tongues swallowed your, despite how hard he was fucking his fingers into you, he was gentle when it came to this: not wanting to bump your teeth on the metal. He got the job done since two of his tongues could reach through the bars easily, to surround your pretty pink one with the taste of his. 

everything was so damn overwhelming and it slowly tied the knot in the pit of your belly. It already threatened to snap, it shaking, every-time he pressed deep into you, the slight taste of iron on his tongue, him fucking you with all that he’s worth. The twitch and the pull of your walls on your fingers. He could tell that your were close, gods, he could taste how close you were. He lifted his head up from your mouth just to look at you, he slowed his thrusts, wanting to fully rip a pathetic plead from you

“Beg.” he grunted out, slowly his thrusts to a complete stop. 

confusion fixed itself and stuck onto your face, brows were furrowed and your lips were twitching and still tasted of him. He hated your silence, curling his fingers and hitting that spot again, to show how easy it was for him to make you cum but he wouldn’t do it. he refused. Another moan shook itself out of your throat but tapped your g-spot once more. Aside from the occasional presses to your spot, you were scooting off of the edge quickly, the knot untying itself. Easily, desperation settled in. 

He laughed at the fact he could tell that you wanted it, “Beg.”

The crazed look was intense and it showed itself on his lips, twitching like mad. He meant business as now he fully stopped thrusting his fingers, daring to pull them out completely. 

“Oh god, please fuck.. i wanna cum so bad Ej.” your voice was breath, shaky in some bits especially since he slowly starting to pull them out. Gods, you needed this.  “I wanna cum so bad I can taste it please.”

It added to the fire that took it’s place in his veins, he was gonna make you gush all over him. You stared up at his face, watching an even wider grin spread his lips, his teeth fully out now. He pulled his hand out of you and your panties. Before you could whine out a valid complaint, he leaned over, filling your mouth with the drool that pushed through his teeth and he made you swallowed it, holding your face. 

“I wanna make you cum with my cock, pet.” He growled, it fully rumbled out of his chest. He was stern and direct. You swallowed his saliva, feeling it travel down your throat and into your belly, right next to the untied knot. All you could do was nod, looking up at him. 

He might’ve been wearing the muzzle but he was the one in control. 

Soon he flipped you over onto your stomach, showing off the red itchy marks that littered your back now. You lifted your ass up, pressing it against his throbbing erection but your upper half stayed on the ground and he made sure of it by placing a hand on his back. snuggling it right in-between your shoulder blades. With one free hand he pulled his cock out of his boxers and then pulled your panties down to your thighs. 

He didn’t shove it inside you yet, placing the shaft right onto your slit. A frustrated huff rumbled out of you, from the occasional throb on your clit, there wasn't much stimulation and it drove you crazy, and he knew it as well. 

“Ej.. Fuck I need you inside me so damn bad.” You pleaded pathetically before he could ask you too. Another throb from his cock went into your clit. He liked it, the tone of your voice and the small whine the uttered from you shortly after. 

“Good little mate.”

A low moan shook your entire body as he stuffed his full cock into you, already pressed right against your cervix. Ej also moaned, his body leaning over your body, putting more of his body weight onto you. The way your pussy was squeezing and clamping onto his cock was divine. His cock pulsed against your g-spot. 

He hunched over you even more, placing a hand right next to your head to keep balance. Ej was taking in deep breath as if he was preparing for something. “tight... you’re so damn fucking tight.” He thrusted into you after seemingly hissing out the last tight.

Both of you moaned loud, but only your body trembled.

It didn’t take him much to start pumping into his fat cock into you hard. He couldn’t wait anymore. Fuck, you couldn’t wait anymore. With his generous size, he easily bottomed you out with each thrusts. A wet clap could be heard when your bodies made contact. 

You were goddamn right, he reached spots you didn’t even know. You fucked yourself back against it, or well tried to since his hand did a good job at keeping you put. His body weight pushing you into the same carpet that scratched up your back, real good. 

“Ahh-!! fuck fuck fuck! J...ack!” You didn’t bother being quiet, not anymore. Anyone would be damned if they walked on you two, or if they just walked past the open bedroom door. They would have a rather nice show with you being fucked into the carpet with a rabid looking Ej hovering over you, rutting into you hard. There wasn’t any stopping you two, especially now since the knot found the loose ends and now tying itself up once more, already threatening to snap.  

Something deep in Ej already snapped, maybe it was when he started to fuck into you. maybe it was when you slid the metal cage on his jaw. He was a muttering fool, fucking into you. He found that little spot in you so easy, his cock slid right past it and just tapped onto your cervix.

Gods, you were so full of his cock and you loved it. 

He grunted and growled, anything that came out of his throat was animalistic. he fucked himself into you, battering against your womb. He loved the smell of your needy cunt mixed in with the salt of your sweat. He could feel that you were going to cum, your pussy was aching and pleading to do so. “Cum... cum cum..” He barked the order out, his brain stuttering on the word since it was so wired on feeling you just gush all over him. he craved it so much, tasting it in-between the spaces of his teeth.

“nnnngggh~ ahh ej ej... jack! Jack!” you moaned into the carpet that he was fucking you into. that was all you could do, was take the rough treatment that you’ve been craving all of this time, ever since you woke up this morning at 5.  

“Cum Cum Cum Cum!” he growled, his voice was something you never heard before, rough like gravel but sensual as a jazz singer. He was rutting into you harder, making you see whatever gods you prayed to every-time he bottomed out. 

“Gods, dont make me ask you again!” He barked the order out, saliva flinging  past his clenched razor like teeth, the black drool landed above where his hand were, all of it collecting into a small puddle.

Your moans were loud and muffled, the side of your face pressed deep into the carpet. Feeling the cheap material, making the same red itchy indents that was on your back. Any moment you felt like you were going to come undone under-neath of this man, and soon: you just did, gushing all over him and yourself while you saw the heavens. Every muscle in your body tensed up while Ej kept rocking his hips into your pussy, not letting up the speed one bit.

The screamed that erupted out of your throat made Ej hunched over you even more now, giving you one final big thrust before flooding your twitching walls with cum. A hearty groan filled you ears as he made subtle thrusts, making sure you milked his cock completely. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out, taking his hand off of your back and moving it onto the ground on the other side of your head. It didn’t take him long to start pumping back into your tightening cunt, pressing his cum deeper into your hungry hole. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” You were a stuttering mess, brain going haywire from being fucked like a wild animal, resembling how he was talking eariler. Ej’s response was rutting into you more, pounding your aching cunt that exactly never came off of the high of cumming. He didn’t let up at all: his pelvis making a wet clap when it made contact with your ass. 

With how hard he was jamming his cock into you: reminded you of how he gets during his winter-time heats, well it would’ve if it wasn’t for Ej fucking all of the thoughts out of your little head, turning it to mush. All you could do was take his hard like a good little mate. The juices from your pussy leaked down your thighs and onto panties that were still around them, making a mess of yourself and him.

That scream you did earlier set your vocal cords on fire, and the moans Jack was fucking out of you scratched it up more. Now, you were uttering pathetic noises which pleased Ej’s ears,  through the meek noises, you just hear Ej muttering like crazy: “baby... baby.. put a... put a baby.. breed... breed you.. breed you good.” 

every intense syllable he spat out made more drool which sprayed all over the back of your neck, feeling some splashed in your hair as well. His teeth was clenched, resembling a pained grin while his cock jammed itself against your room. How he dug his nails into the carpet, pulling it up in some parts, you knew he meant what he said. At least, whatever he was muttering made you feel as if he was breeding you right here and now. 

little did you know, that he was. 

The scratches in your throat burned bright, but you grunted out a, “Cum.. Im cumming.”, you sounded animalistic yourself, feeling off into the deep end of lust. nothing mattered except getting your high with the man that was breeding you like a bitch. He deliberately aimed his thrusts into g-spot and you screamed again, this time squirting all over him and yourself.  

With a sight like that, he pumped another load into your hungry cunt. You felt a deep shudder ran through his body while a groan that sounded more like a howl ripped out of his lungs. It didn’t stop him from pumping into you despite how sensitive you both were now, he wanted another gush from you. He was still muttering about putting a baby in you: that thought never leaving his and the seemingly crazes whispers of it never left your ears. you were so into it though. maybe it was how desperate you were to cum again or how the mentions of you getting pregnant made his cock pulse just right.

with every promise he made you: 

“Make you a mama.” 

“You’re going to carry my child.” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna be pregnant.”

He bottomed out in you, making some of his cum leak out of his pussy and adding to the mess that was your thighs. You gave him another orgasm, instead of a scream, it resemble the howls of a wounded animal, fully lost in this whole experience. The feeling of more juices splashed onto him was enough for him to fuck another load into your over-stimulated pussy. He howled as well, it mixing with yours nicely. 

Ej seemingly collapsed his upper half onto your back, putting his full body weight onto you. The metal of the saliva covered muzzle met the hot skin on your back when he laid his head down.

He was tired and you were exhausted, thighs numb from his relentless pounding. Although you two basically fucked the energy out of each other, it didn’t stop his hips from giving you slow but deep thrusts. a small hiss left your mouth, your pussy was sore and sensitive. It felt like Ej knew that as well, slowing down so he could still fuck you without wearing you out to much.  

“Babe.” He whispered against the sweat of your skin, the only clear sentence he spoke for these last two hours that wasn't about putting a baby in you.  

He pushed deeper, his cock gliding past every sweet spot you had but still you manged to respond, “Ye... yea?” 

“I love you.” 

𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚕! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!! 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚜

[smindibindi]

Heyy. Can you do a headcannon for 4*town as regular high school boys? Thanks

YUP :D

REQUESTS STILL OPEN!

I don’t know how to write headcanons ;-;

4⭐️town headcanon: In High school

🎤Robaire🎤

Robaire was definitely a popular boy in high school. He was handsome, smart, kind and stood up for what was right or wrong.

You and Robaire did have a few classes together but ever really talked to each other. Occasionally one of you would ask for help or would have to work together for a project.

Girls even guys were constantly asking him out. He didn't have any intention to be with them. He secretly liked you.

(I feel like Aaron Z and Robaire did go to the same school and they were kind of friends)

Robaire told Aaron Z that he liked you because Z can keep a secret. You didn't know. The were rumours about Robaire asking out someone soon.

You were in the cafeteria. Sitting with your friends, eating lunch when Robaire walked up to your table. You were sitting at the end. Robaire stood next to you. He didn't want to interrupt your conversation with your friends. Once you finished your conversation. You turned to him to see what he wanted.

Right then and there he asked you out. In front of your friends and pretty much the whole school. You were a blushing mess. You accepted it.

When it came to school work after he asked you out. It didn't affect your grade or anything. Since Robaire is the smart, he gave you extra help with your school work inside and outside of school.

The girls and guys who asked Robaire out in the past were extremely jealous.

🕊TaeYoung🕊

TaeYoung was a quiet person in high school. He did a lot of animal biology classes since he loves ANIMALS.

Tae was the best at animal biology in the whole school. From basic facts about animals to weird freaky facts. He can get out of hand sometimes. He just needs to be reminded that sometimes people don't wanna hear the gross animal facts.

Tae was sweet, helpful, smart, kind and caring student. And he still his.

The only class you guys had together was English. He was really helpful in the class. He helped you and the others. He wasn't the best of helping out but he was still fun to talk too.

One day in English, you passed him a note saying 'Do you wanna go out sometime?' with the small tick boxes. He passed back the note to you without writing anything in it. He thought it was for someone else. But he was for him.

You passed the note back to him saying it was for him. He ticked 'Yes'. And after class, he hugged you.

He’s glad he’s got someone to talk too about his animal biology class all the time now

😆Aaron T😆

THIS BOY IS A THEATRE KID. He’s so energetic, he’s a theatre kid. 

(If you’re a theatre kid)

You and Aaron would be in the same Drama class throughout the whole of high school. You met in Freshmen year during an improv task. It was awkward at first but after the task you guys became close friends. 

(If you’re not a theatre kid)

You guys would’ve met in Maths. You too were sitting next to each other. He stated to draw random things in your maths book since he was bored. You thought it was weird at first since he would his own maths book. But after a week or two it was a thing. 

You guys would eat lunch together and hangout outside or inside of school. He’s just a great guy to be around. 

You guys would try and study but 99% it doesn’t work from T making you laugh. 

🏀Aaron Z🏀

Z is the quiet, shy, smart but athletic kid. 

He was part of the school’s basketball team. He was the best player on the team. 

Z was seen as rude, and disrespectful. Whenever he walked through a crowded hallway, people moved out of his way. People always thought he was ready to fight which he wasn’t. He hates picking fights. 

You were also a part of the crowd who’ve seen him as a negative person. 

The only person he was seen hanging out with was Robaire. 

Until one day. You were having trouble studying for an upcoming science test. But no none of the things made sense. So, you just had a mental breakdown in the library. Z was in the library at the time studying. He approached you asking shyly if you were okay. And he offered to tutor you. You politely accepted the offer. 

Z tutored you for days. You found out he was a shy, calm, caring guy. Not scary at all. People just didn’t get to know him.  

When you received your science grade you got a B. You ran to Z and hugged him. Thanking him over and over. Z was definitely flustered from your actions. You broke the hug immediately apologising for embarrassing him. Z said it was okay. 

After that, you and Z became close friends. You got to talk with Robaire too if you were lucky. Z didn’t talk lot to you but he was interested when you are talking. 

People did give you weird looks while walking around with Z or when you guys are talking. 

🖌Jesse🖌

Before his 2 kids. (Still can’t believe he has kids)

Jesse was the art kid. Always in the art class doing something new. 

Pottery to painting on a canvas. He was always busy with something. 

Jesse was kind of popular but only by his looks. He is a nice guy but most people didn’t care. 

One day, you had to drop something off in the art room. You placed down the package and saw Jesse making something out of clay. 

You were staring at him which seemed to be like hours until you guys made eye contact. You got embarrassed and immediately left the art room. 

Unfortunately, he came up to you the next day asking why you were staring at him yesterday.  You told him that you were amazed by his art. Which he took the compliment.

He offered you a pottery class and you accepted. 

Both of you had a fun time at the class. It was a beginners class but it was really difficult. 

Jesse thought it was funny how you kept messing up. 

REQUESTS OPEN

I tried sorry ;-;

[inaramisview]

can i get an eddie munson x reader who is just really girly? like pink. all pink, a bunch of stuffed animals all this stuff, but one day when eddie goes in her closet he sees all the band posters and the jackets and ripped jeans and boots she has in her closet. and eddie is just like "why didn't you tell me" and she said she didn't want to be embarrassed

okay so something along with that

📯📯

just for show :: e. munson

summary: hawkins’ sweetheart isn’t what everyone thinks she is

warnings: hyper feminine reader, reader is very popular, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, eddie goes to readers house, y/n use, eddie being a snoop

8:34 AM

she was everyone’s favourite girl. it didn’t matter who you were, but you had to have heard of her atleast once.

she’s very easy to talk to and like, and she’s very easy to trust.

as she walked down those halls, the confidence just seemed to come to her naturally. she did it so effortlessly, even if it was just walking.

yeah, maybe her parents were one of the richest people in town, and half her house is made out of marble, but she’s nice.

stupid as it sounds, it’s hard to find a nice, rich person in hawkins.

she opens her locker, seemingly oblivious to the people staring at her in awe. her eyes meet her own in the mirror as she smiles at the beautiful reflection. her perfectly manicured fingers grab her white science book, along with her tin pencil case.

“hey, babes. you got history next?” she doesn’t have to close her locker to know it’s none other than theo clarke. ew.

no, it wasn’t the voice. it was the godawful smell of his cologne.

“no, theo, i have science.” she slams her locker shut gracefully before leaning on it. theo is so full of himself, so he’ll probably talk till the bell rings.

“well, speaking of science, i think we have a lot of it,” theo smirks. “i think we should go out. you and me.”

the hallway goes silent as they lean into the conversation.

“the only chemistry,” she corrects him, “we have is in this book. besides, i wouldn’t want to sit in the same booth as you for longer than two minutes, because honestly? you overuse that cologne, tee.” she bounces off of her locker. (bye 💀 )

“thanks, though!”

she walks through the see of people as she makes her way towards her chemistry class in the far end. she continues walking as her friends, kylie and chrissy walk with her.

“-and she was so rude about it too! i wanna drag her like the bitch she is. she thinks she’s sooooo cool talking to me like that!” the trio have known eachother since they were younger.

“who’s she talking about?” y/n asks, turning to chrissy. “mrs. grenwood.” the blonde sighs.

“ky, you gotta let the poor woman breathe! she’s failed you once- and that wasn’t even two years ago.” “no- i’m telling you, she has it out for me. also, she is so cheating on mr. grenwood. i saw her walk into the music suite with mr li.”

the image pops up in their heads. “OH- NO, NOT- KYLIE, WHY WOULD YPU SAY-“

“I WAS DISGUSTED TOO, OKAY?”

its a funny sight to see, really. the school’s freaky metalhead leaning over his table to whisper in the ear of hawkin high’s princess.

“y/n.” eddie whispers into her ear. “y/n, i need to be taught how to use the phthalate’s theory again.”

her face scrunches up. what the absolute fuck is phthalates? she turns her head around. “y’mean pythagoras?” he nods with a straight, stern face.

she turns to her friends on her right. they look at her with wide eyes. they want her to say yes.

“yeah, sure. come over at 4, kay?” he nods again, sitting back down.

“miss l/n, would you like to share that with the rest of the class?” mrs thorne patronises.

holy fuck. this bitch doesnt shut up.

“mrs thorne, eddie couldn’t see your writing and asked me to tell him what you wrote.”

that was quick. even she was proud of her lie.

3:57 PM

“youre early.” she states. eddie’s black, heavy combat boots make a weary thud on the hardwood floors. “no, im not.” he says matter-of-factly with the biggest shit eating grin ever.

he pulls up his fast watch. 4:01PM

“its..fast.” she winces. “so am i.” he answers back.

“no, you’re still not on time. you’re a minute late. you got here 10 seconds ago.”

they stand in silence for ten seconds more.

“let’s go upstairs.”

his heavy boots hit the familiar wooden floors as he smirks, holding the rails.

he wasn’t here because he needed tutoring again. he was here because his friend gareth said he saw her wearing a metallica shirt. he wanted to know if it was true.

he follows as she enters the, again, all-so familiar pink bedroom. the bedroom was just so y/n. the walls were flowery and pastel. the four poster bed in the middle of the room, the pink, wooden mirror on her wardrobe door. the framed photo of her, her mom, her little brother and her beloved daddy and the leonardo dicaprio poster.

“aw, what a shame. its messy.” he teases with a sly smirk. (ew)

it wasn’t messy. she just had a ribbon on the floor, that’s it.

“hush, munson. come, sit down.” she says plainly, already annoyed with the black-haired boy man.

“is this doorknob new? i swear it was never crystal before.” the way eddie tapped the doorknob made him seem like he was a child.

“eddie. sit down.”

“no, because it waa never like this before, was it? it was wooden- no. was it metal? copper?”

he wraps his hand around the knob.

“edward, please sit down.” was she pleading? this was fun.

“makes me wonder if it turns differently, too. or did you just change the knob?” he turns it the wrong way. “ooo, feels different, it does, it really does.” he chuckles. hes forgotten why he was here.

“yes, i changed it! let’s do our work now, okay?”

“why? is it messy in here?” he opens the door. wait, no! eddie- go back! what if her lady things are in here! what if she has a dead body?

eddie! what- “holy balls, you’re an emo!” eddie stood there, astonished. she has black converses! AND combat boots! “black jeans, huh? that’s a good choice. oh, and black sabbath? love it.”

she stands up from her bed, pushing eddie away and closing the door. “l-let’s study. you want some juice? a beer? i could get you one of daddy’s beers- or i could get you a snack? y-“

“woah, okay, calm. it’s okay, emo. i wont tell anyone your secret.”

she looks up timidly at him, her back leaning against the wall.

“really?”

“sure. if you let me borrow the sabbath shi-“

“EDDIE.”

masterlist :: inaramisview

[absolutelyfizzing]

I just wanted you home.

TFATWS era!

Bucky x reader fluff!

Description - Bucky and Sam need a place to stay for the night, Bucky reluctantly makes a call to you. Sam is surprised at the different person that bucky is around you and he soon realizes why he didn’t want to call you right away.

Warnings - very fluffy? Not good writing probably, the timeline may be a bit wack? Little bit of angst but a happy ending

Word count - about 1500 (I’m sorry!)

MASTERLIST

Bucky ran a metal hand through his hair, wincing as he moved his ribs, which he suspected to be bruised. His face was scratched up and there was a gash on his side that was a little concerning. Despite this, he was more worried about Sam, though Buck would never admit it. Sam looked like he had taken one too many hits and he needed someone to patch him up. Bucky debated in his head if there was a way around it but decided it was inevitable.

“I know a place we can go for the night, you need to get patched up.”

Sam looked like he was going to protest but when he moved to sit up straighter, he only let out a groan.

“Aw, has Freaky Magoo gone all soft on me?” He winced out.

Bucky gave him a sharp glare but didn’t jab back. Instead he got out his phone and found your phone number, hesitating before he pressed call.

Sam could see Bucky on the phone but couldn’t hear from his spot on the ground. He was perplexed by the super soldier’s body language. Bucky had a wide smile and his eyes were brighter as he leaned casually against a wall with his hand in his pocket. Oh sam couldn’t wait to make fun of him later.

Bucky hung up and walked to Sam, “Come on, I got us a place to stay but we have to walk there. It’s only a few miles.” Bucky helped Sam up and they began their travel to your place.

The trek was long and when they arrived Bucky took a deep breath, wincing as his ribs complained, and knocked on your door. He could hear you rustling around as Sam finally spoke up after an almost silent journey.

“Who is this supposed to be again?”

You opened the door, looking slightly frazzled and you made eye contact with Bucky. He smirked as he looked at you.

“A friendly face”

You grinned and pulled the door open wider, getting on the other side of Sam to help him in. You led them both to a couch in your living room where Sam promptly collapsed.

“I’m Y/N. I’m a friend of Bucky’s. You must be Sam, I’ve heard all about you. Give me a minute and I’ll grab some stuff to fix you up with.” you smiled warmly. You brushed your hand against Bucky’s as you walked past him to grab your medical kit from the bathroom.

Sam looked at Bucky funnily.

“She’s heard all about me, huh?” Sam smirked while quirking an eyebrow.

Buck rolled his eyes, “All bad things.”

You chuckled as you came back into the room with a box in hand. “He’s lying, I heard all about your heroics. And if Steve trusted you then that’s enough proof for me.” You kneeled down and began to wet a cloth as you looked over Sam’s injuries.

He raised his eyebrows, “You knew Steve?”

“Oh yeah, he’s the one who introduced me to Bucky. He used to come by the coffee shop I worked at and he would walk me home on my late shifts. He was always kind to me.” There was a soft smile on your face as you spoke of Steve and there was a pang in your chest as you thought about how you missed him and how he had watched out for you in the last 5 years. “He though I might be good for Buck but I could never get him to stick around long enough to convince him to take a break.” You sounded sad to Sam and he looked over to the man.

Bucky was standing over by your front door, a steely look on his face as he did his signature stare out the windows. He seemed protective, like he was worried someone was gonna come through the door to hurt you.

You had begun work on the man on your couch, cleaning the blood off his wounds and giving him pain meds as you started to stitch him up. It took the better part of an hour and Bucky didn’t move the entire time but you just continued work. When you were done you smiled up at Sam who thanked you quietly and asked if he could get any water.

Your eyes widened, “Of course! I’m so sorry I forgot to ask.” As you stood up to get a glass for the man on your couch you looked over at Bucky. “Can I get you anything, James?” He looked at you when you said his name.

“A water would be great. Thank you, doll” he smiled.

You grinned and traveled over to the sink, getting out the things to make a couple plates of food as well for yourself and the two men in your home. You came and dropped off their water before heading back in. They both said quiet thank you’s and Bucky made his way to sit on the couch with Sam. Sam just stared at Bucky.

“Okay now you’re the one who has the staring problem. What is it?” Bucky grumbled.

“Who is she? To you?” Sam asked. His tone seemed surprisingly gentle to Bucky.

“I already told you, a friend.”

“Alright if you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine, I’ll figure it out later.” Sam smirked as he sipped his water and Bucky rolled his eyes before doing the same.

You came back into the room with plates of sandwiches and chips for the three of you. You handed Sam his and then put yours and Bucky’s down.

“I can see you sitting funny, where are you hurt?” You squinted at Bucky.

“I’m fine, doll.” He smiled.

“We both know that’s bullshit so either you show me now or I make you.” Your eyes were teasing as you talked. Buck rolled his eyes but there was a smirk trying to come through as he slowly stood up and lifted his shirt so he was showing you his bruised ribs and the cut on his side which was no longer bleeding but looked really awful. You tried to suppress the gasp in your chest and you grumbled as you got the stuff to dress his wounds. Bucky sat back down, glancing at Sam who was happily munching away on his lunch as Bucky glared. Bucky let you get to work, trying his hardest not to wince. He noticed that whenever he did, you flinched and there were tears in your eyes. He could feel his apology rising in his throat before it came out of him.

“I’m so sorry for bringing you into this.” He said barely above a whisper. You looked up at him and then back down at his wounds you were almost done dressing.

“You think that’s what I’m upset about? Bucky I’ve been waiting 6 months for you to come here. I’m not mad that you brought me into this, I’m mad that I didn’t get brought into this sooner.” You barely said it above a whisper but both of the men heard it. Sam gave Bucky a look before gently getting up.

“Excuse me, Y/N. Is there somewhere I could crash for a bit?”

Bucky looked at him thankfully as he was hoping to get a moment to talk to you alone.

“Of course!” Your chipper voice was back. “Right down that hallway, first door on the left.” You directed him to the guest room. You then looked back to Bucky’s wounds as Sam slowly walked down the hall. You swallowed dryly as you finished putting the bandage on Bucky before getting up. Buck grabbed your hand before you could get too far and pulled you down so you were straddling his thighs. The tears in your eyes threatened to fall and Bucky wrapped himself around you tightly. You sighed as you buried your face in his chest, trying to be mindful of his wounds, and some tears began to fall.

“I missed you, Buck.” You whispered and Bucky looked toward the ceiling to try and prevent the tears in his eyes from falling.

“I missed you too, sweet girl. I’m sorry I haven’t been calling.” He felt the guilt in his chest and he couldn’t tell if it was that that was constructing his breathing or his ribs. “I just didn’t wanna bring you into this mess.”

You pulled back to look into his eyes. “What mess?”

“My mess.”

“Bucky, you were gone for 5 years and I couldn’t think about anything but you. I don’t care how much of a mess you think you are, I just wanted you home.” You sighed at him sadly.

His flesh hand moved to try your face and you leaned into it. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I promise.” You buried your head in his chest again and you both fell asleep on the couch like that, despite it being the afternoon.

When Sam emerged from the guest room, feeling well rested after a quick crash, he found you both on the couch, wrapped up in each other. He tried to repress the smile that came to his face as he thought about the fact that he understood why Bucky had seemed reluctant to come here. He couldn’t fool Sam into thinking he was a hardcore soldier anymore. He snapped a quick photo for blackmail purposes later.