#tonight is all about being in front of the fan in my underwear

[greppelheks]

Four days of no work ahead!!!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

camboy

words: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, camming (from rafe and reader), exhibitionism, male and female masturbation, female receiving oral, male receiving handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks

you rush up the stairs to your apartment, unlocking the door and closing it behind you as quickly as you can move. you discard your work bag next to your front door, not even taking the time to hang it on the hook as you rush to your desk.

"come on…" you groan, waiting for your laptop to start up. you enter your passcode and navigate to your most visited website, just in time for the livestream to start.

you sit back in your chair as the familiar site comes into view. it’s his top half, shirtless of course, the camera cutting him off just under the chin, his abs on display as well. you bite your lip as he waits for the viewers to pour in now that he’s live.

you were masturbating half-heartedly one day, scrolling through some random porn site when you saw a livestreamer, and something about him instantly turned you on. you clicked on when he was almost finished, stroking himself to completion as he came all over his stomach. you finished the same time he did, and ever since have tuned in for his semiweekly livestreams.

the porn site has a simple way for the livestreamers to post messages, for advertising their upcoming streams or updating viewers. your favorite streamer posted after the last livestream that he was finally going to be granting viewers wishes, and is doing a voice reveal tonight. 

he would moan lowly in previous streams, but never spoke any words. you watch as he lowers the camera, so his spread legs come into view, his erection already straining through the underwear he has on, tight to his muscular thighs.

“hello kittens.” he purs out, using the name he affectionately calls his fans. the back of your brain tickles, trying to place why the voice sounds so familiar as he continues to speak about doing a voice reveal, and how he’s excited for the upcoming stream, proven by his hand starting to stroke over his cock.

you watch with anticipation as he lifts his thighs to tug his underwear down, his hard cock springing free. you spread your legs in your desk chair and move your fingers to your pussy, slipping your hand underneath your pants to rub yourself. 

you close your eyes and listen to his voice, trying to see if you really do know who it is, or if its just close to a voice you’ve heard before. 

you eventually get too distracted to continue filing through your brain, especially as he starts to stroke himself, moaning to the audience as he does.

“good little kitten. so dirty, touching yourself while watching me touch myself. wish you were here, i’d have you bouncing on my cock.” your cunt clenches at the thought, wishing that you could see the mans face as he moans.

you know he isn’t talking to you directly, but it feels so personal, like you’re the only one watching, and when he cums all over himself, you reach your climax as well, slumping back in your chair as your eyes stay on the screen, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

you try to place his voice again when he signs off, but the livestream ends before you can fully connect your thoughts.

--

you hum set your laptop up on your bed, grabbing your vibrator and covering yourself with your blanket, settling down for another livestream. you’ve been thinking about that voice every day, and listening extra close to everyone that you knew. you think that you’re being a little crazy, that there’s no way your favorite livestreamer just happens to be someone you know, but you can’t get rid of that familiar feeling.

you watch with anticipation as the livestream begins, this time the man holds up his hands, showing off the rings that stack his fingers. he always does more than just a simple livestream, adding some new element every time. 

you admire his long slender fingers and think about them being inside of you as you begin to touch yourself, when one ring in particular catches your eye. you pull your laptop closer, eyes widening when you finally make the connection.

your favorite streamer is none other than rafe cameron.

--

“you never come out to parties, what is going on with you?” your friend sarah asks, linking your elbows together as you walk into the backyard of the house, following the pumping music. you understand her confusion, and were about to turn down her invitation, when she said that the party was at tanneyhill. 

“it’s been too long.” you simply say, leaving out the fact that it’s been too long since you’ve seen rafe. not since you graduated high school, considering you don’t really run in the same circles.

“so true. i can’t wait to get drunk with you.” sarah squeals, pulling you over to the bar you know rafe must have supplied, grabbing drinks for the both of you.

you find a corner to sit and drink in, both deciding you can’t start dancing until you have a bit more alcohol in your blood. the whole time, you are looking for rafe, waiting to get your first glimpse of him in person since figuring out that you’ve been watching him jack off twice a week on stream for the past couple months. 

“i’m ready to dance, what about you?” sarah asks, setting her finished cup down on the table.

“yeah, i’ll be there in a second.” you crane your neck, trying to find where rafe could be hiding. you see a couple of people heading through open doors and you decide to see if hes in there. you really just want to see him in person again, to quell that feeling inside of yourself. you remember thinking he was cute in high school, but it’s so different now that you’re both grown.

you head through the doors, keeping your walk casual. no one really gives you a second glance as you head deeper into the space, still not seeing or hearing rafe.

you head up the stairs, hearing a bit of commotion. you follow the catwalk to a half open door, pushing it wider slightly when you’re greeted by a familiar sight. a ring light with a camera inside of it, pointed right at the chair you know so well.

“what are you doing?” 

you gasp, turning towards the voice and taking an instinctive step backwards, further into the room. 

you come face to face with the man you’ve been looking for. rafe looks down at you, not looking upset, more confused than anything else.

“i’m sorry, i-i-” you stumble over your words as he looks you up and down, assessing you and your little black dress sarah convinced you to wear “i was just looking for someone.”

“mmm.” rafe nods, taking a step closer to you. you resist the urge to back up, keeping your heels firmly in place. “did you find them?” “y-yes.” you say without thinking, your traitorous eyes glancing down, down to his crotch. you hate that you know exactly what every ridge of his cock looks like without ever actually being able to see it. your eyes snap back up once you realize where you’re staring, taking in the look on rafes face.

“do you…” rafe trails off, taking another step towards you and this time forcing you into the room. you watch as rafe swings the door shut behind him. you glance again at the camera set up as he stands there in silence.

“y/n, right?” he questions.

“yeah.” you nod. “i… are you a gamer?” you wave your hand to the set up, hoping to play off your interest in it.

“no.” rafe simply says, crossing his arms, allowing his muscles to bulge. “i think you know exactly why i have that camera.” “am i that obvious?” you stare at your feet, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“your blush gave you away.” rafe says, and you feel your cheeks heat even more. rafe takes a cautious step forward, placing his finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look him in the eye. “you know, i had the biggest crush on you in high school.” “really?” you question, not able to hold back your smile. 

“mhm. i would be embarrassed to tell you if you didn’t watch me jerk off on livestream.” rafe says, and you can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you.

“can i kiss you?” rafe asks, making you cut off your laughter as you quickly nod. rafe connects your lips, gentle at first until you start to respond. the second you kiss back, rafe attacks your mouth with his own, showing his desperation as his hands pull you against his body.

“rafe.” you moan, tossing your head back as he ghosts his lips against your jaw before sliding down your neck, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin.

“i want you.” rafe says, pushing his hips against you to show how serious he is. you moan at his impressive length pressing against you as his teeth nip at your sensitive skin.

“you can have me.” you whisper, tugging on his hair to bring his mouth back against yours. you let rafe move your body towards his bed, not disconnecting from the kiss as you both lay down, rafe hovering on top of you as you begin to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders so you can touch the chest and abs you’ve spent so long lusting over.

rafe turns to the side so he’s also laying down, using both his hands to grab your chest, massaging your tits as you moan into his mouth, hooking one leg over his hips and pulling yourself into him, grinding your core directly against his swelling length.

rafe rips the front of your dress down, letting your bare tits spill free. rafe pulls away from the kiss to glance down, a cocky smirk coming to his face when he realizes you went braless. 

“gotta get my mouth on these.” rafe mumbles, sliding down the bed as he grabs your boob, wrapping his lips around your nipple and giving it a harsh suck. you moan and feel another rush of wetness coming, and you know your panties are shamefully wet.

“rafe, oh my god, that’s so good.” you praise him, completely forgetting about sarah and the party going on outside of the bedroom.

rafe flicks his tongue over your now completely hardened nipple before moving to the other side of your chest, giving that nipple just as much attention. 

“god, take this dress off baby.” rafe rips himself away from your skin like it pains him to do so, sliding off the bed. you watch while taking off your dress as he unbuttons and slides his pants off, leaving his underwear on. 

you toss your dress to the floor, leaving you only in a tiny pair of panties. you didn’t think anything would happen tonight, but you were completely prepared anyways, every inch of your body shaved as well as lathered in your best smelling lotion.

“wanna fuck you so bad.” rafe groans, watching as you smile and spread your legs, bearing your core to him. he grabs his cock through his underwear, giving it as a squeeze to calm himself as he climbs onto the bed. 

you expect him to kiss you, but he stops between your legs and drops to his stomach.

you moan before he even touches your skin, just the thought of his mouth on your pussy. his finger trails over your thigh, tracing nonsensical patterns until he reaches your underwear.

“so wet.” he purrs, pressing down over your entrance, feeling the slick underwear squelch under the pressure.

“fuck, please.” you whine, undulating your hips to give yourself some relief.

“gotta get these off.” rafe tugs at your panties, and you hold your legs up and together for him to take them off and toss them across the room before spreading them wide again.

“god, fucking gorgeous.” rafe moans, not giving you any time to think before burying his head in between your thighs, letting his tongue run over every inch of your pussy except for your clit, always keeping some distance to tease you.

you throw your head back in pleasure when his tongue presses against your hole, easily being granted entrance from how turned on you are. rafe fucks his tongue into you repeatedly, flicking it inside of you to feel as much of your walls as he can.

“you’re delicious.” rafe says, the vibrations of his words being felt against your skin.

“more.” you beg, hoping rafe will understand what you need, but the devious look in his eyes tells you that you’re not going to get what you want that easily.

he lets his wide tongue out of his mouth, licking large stripes through your folds, stopping just short of your clit every time. he continues as you squirm underneath him, feeling your clit pulse with need.

“she’s so puffy.” rafe laughs, teasing you as he leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your clit before continuing his licking motions.

“fuck, i need it, come on.” you beg, reaching your hand down to grip onto rafes hair, fisting it in your hands but making sure not to pull.

“mmm, what do you do when you watch my streams? how do you touch yourself? show me.” rafe commands. you let go of his hair and move your fingers to your pussy, wetting your fingers in your slick before you shove two of them at the same time into your hole.

“i always pictured it was your fingers.” you admit, moving faster. 

“did you always know it was me?” rafe asks, watching your movements in fascination, but he stops you when you reach for your clit.

“no.” you shake your head. “only after the voice reveal.”

“ahh.” rafe nods. “i would have done it way sooner if i knew it would lead to finally getting you in my bed.”

you smile at the praise, eyes fluttering closed, and the second your vision is fully black, rafe launches forward, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly.

you raise your hips up into his face, continuing to fuck yourself on your fingers as your orgasm rushes over your body, shaking with pleasure as rafe continues to play with your clit as you come down from your high.

“oh my god that was good.” your hips lower, and rafe pulls away to rub at your thighs while your breathing starts to return to normal. 

“if only all your fangirls could see us now.” you laugh.

“they can.” rafe presses a kiss to your thigh, moving back up your body. “i would love to fuck you on live.”

you feel your stomach twist, part in nerves and part in excitement and showing off to all of the girls watching rafes anonymous streams that he’s claimed now, by you. even though no one will know who it is, you still feel like showing off your possessiveness.

“yes, please.” you say enthusiastically, making rafe pause.

“now? don’t you want our first time to be offline?” you love that rafe is so confident that this will not be the last time.

“it’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.” you admit. you never would have thought that you could be so comfortable in your body to show it off to thousands, but the way rafe is treating your body makes you feel so alive that you don’t even worry about it.

“fuck, yes. let me get it all set up.” rafe stands, but not before giving you a sweet kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. 

you watch as rafe turns the ring light on, pulling open the porn site on his laptop. he switches the camera on so you can see the angle without going live yet. you stand up once your legs have regained some strength, walking to stand behind rafe as he finishes setting up.

“come sit on my lap.” rafe sticks a thigh out for you, and you press your pussy into his thick muscle. “do you want me to mute us?”

you think for a moment. “mmm, no let them hear.”

“you couldn’t get any hotter.” rafe kisses your shoulder. “why don’t you stroke me and then if you decide you want to fuck on camera you can ride me?” “yeah.” you nod, making sure to keep your face completely out of the frame, admiring the way your tits are still shown, feeling sexy and powerful in this moment.

“hey everyone.” rafe addresses the audience as they slowly pour in, a lower viewership number than usual considering the spontaneous stream. “i have someone here to play with me today.”

he places a hand on your hip, giving you a squeeze of encouragement. the chair is turned slightly to the side so they can still see rafes crotch, hard in his underwear, as you sit on his spread thigh like you don’t weigh a thing. 

you let yourself move naturally but keep one eye on the screen as you reach to rub your hand over rafes underwear, feeling every inch of him that you’ve spent the better part of the last year lusting after.

you stroke as the chat rolls in, smirking to yourself at the jealousy from some of the girls. you finally feel bolder and reach to pull rafes cock out of his underwear. he helps you by lifting his hips so you can tug it mostly down his thighs.

you turn on his thigh so you’re no longer straddling him, missing the pressure on your cunt but too focus on touching rafe to care as you perch yourself on his knee, now able to touch him with both hands.

you don’t waste any time teasing. you’ve wanted so long to wrap your hand around him and now that you finally do, you give him long strokes, using both hands.

“fuck, so good kitten.” rafe says, using the nickname he uses for his chat, but his eyes stay on you when you look up from his cock.

you lean in and give him a kiss, and while the viewers can’t see, they can certainly tell what is happening as you flick your thumb across the tip of his cock. rafe moans into your mouth in a vulnerable moment, letting you take complete control.

you dominate the kiss, knowing you only are because rafe is allowing you to. you drop one hand to play with his balls, feeling his thigh briefly clench underneath you how willingly you toy with his balls.

“still doing okay?” rafe whispers, quiet enough to not be picked up by the microphone.

“yeah. wanna ride you.” you respond, looking down at his cock, knowing there’s no way to suck him off on camera without your identity being revealed, so you’ll have to save that for another time.

“fuck, yes.” rafe groans as you continue to stroke him. “i’m clean.”

you instantly get the implication, a smile gracing your lips. “me too and i’m on birth control.”

“ride me then.” rafe presses his lips against yours, and you regrettably have to let go of his cock as you turn to face rafe, placing your knees on the chair on either side of him. you turn to check that you’re in a good position for the camera as you hold onto his cock, sinking down onto him.

you let yourself go slowly, reading over the chat to distract you from the slight stretch, eyes widening when you realize how many more people have joined the livestream, now being watched by almost 15,000 people.

“god, your pussy feels so fucking good, kitten.” rafe moans, loud enough for everyone to hear.

you turn back to face rafe as you sit down completely on his cock, putting your focus back on him as you start to raise and lower your hips, letting a few moans slip free as well. rafe lets you have control as you build yourself up, getting used to the motions and his cock inside of you.

“more.” you beg, and rafe knows exactly what you need, placing his hands on your hips and helping you move up and down.

you grip onto his shoulders, keeping your eyes locked together as he helps bounce you, moaning for each other and for the audience as you clench your cunt around him, hoping it brings rafe to the edge quicker considering how quickly you’re already desperate for another orgasm just from the feel of his cock inside of you.

“so fucking good, i’ve imagined this for so long.” rafe says, and you’re still surprised, even though he did confess his crush you never realized how serious it was, now regretting not going to more parties after high school and missing out on all of this.

rafe gives your ass a gentle tap, his eyes on yours as he asks for permission. you nod, knowing instantly what rafe is looking to do. 

his hand connects harder with your ask, giving you a spanking. a red mark develops right in front of viewers eyes as he gives you a few more slaps.

your slow down in movement is noticeable, not being able to move as fast without rafes assistance, but it lets you feel every ridge of his cock as it rubs against you. 

“fuck!” you moan as rafe moves one of his hands to rub your clit, his thumb swiping over your sensitive bud as you move, your hips slapping against his thighs as you ride him.

“i’m not gonna last.” rafe confesses, and you’re thankful because you’re about to cum as well.

“close.” you lean forward, using every last bit of energy you have to move quickly, forcing his cock as deep as possible when you feel him start to cum, wanting every last drop flooding your insides.

his release triggers your own as you moan, resisting the urge to say his name as your pussy pulsates around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head at the pure ecstasy moving through your body.

“good girl.” rafe praises, rubbing your back as you rest your head against his shoulder. he is careful when pulling you off his cock to move slowly, knowing how much abuse your pussy just went through. 

he holds your hips up to the camera, letting the viewers watch as his cum slides out of your hole in dollops. rafe lowers you down onto his lap, ending the livestream without as much as saying goodbye.

you go to sit up, still breathing heavily, but rafe stops you from moving too quickly and overthinking what just happened. “i’ve got you.” he whispers, pressing his lips into your hair. 

you smile, letting all of your worries go, until you hear a sudden knock at the door, making both of you jump.

“hey, uhh rafe-” you recognize the voice as topper, one of rafes friends. “were you planning on making an appearance at your own party?” “oh shit, i completely forgot i was having a party.” he says to you before turning towards the door. “be right out!” he shouts for topper to here.

rafe turns to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i’ve got to show off my new girl.”

[heerinnie]

U are my high.

PART 1 | PART 2 (not proofread)

SYNOPSIS: Jake has always been your and Sunghoon’s best friend. Just the three of you against the world with the strongest bond you’ve ever had, your soulmate, partner in crime, crush and brother’s closest friend. Could there be a chance you were something more? And if you were, would you risk the 7 years of friendship you shared and break the trust of your dear brother?

WARNINGS: fratboy!Jake, reader refers to Jake as Jae Jaeyun and Jake, mentions of masturbating, Jake’s a borderline perv, angst, weed, drinking, friends to lovers, making out, cliffhanger ending.

WC: Around 4k

GUIDE: text like this = flashback, text like this = incoming smut

(open) TAGLIST: @onlyjaeyun

The hours of the day passed like minutes as the anxiety of the party you were going to attend crept up your spine. It’s not like you were scared or uncomfortable, in fact you felt as comfortable as could be because the reassuring presence of your best friend of 7 years.

Growing up with an older brother meant his best friends were almost always over and eventually as some time passed those friends became some of your closest companions. Especially Jake, you were the closest to him out of everyone, he was the Park sibling favourite. Growing up with Jaeyun you witnessed him go from a nerdy quiet 14 year old to a a popular frat boy everyone dreamed of but throughout that growth he was always just Jaeyun or Jae to you and nothing could change that, every year was the same but this year. This year was different, every day at school you see his smile light up like a bright sun which has always made you weak in the knees giving you a butterfly rampage in your stomach. Each evening you find yourself laying facing your wall like some sort of kid making stupid noises while scrolling through his endless archive of photos on instagram. Worst thing about this crush was that he was feeding into your delusions like an idol giving out fan service. His eyes were always on you, your DMs were pinned to the top of his socials, he even had you as his wallpaper even though it was just a candid picture of you and Sunghoon that he took. You would never risk asking him to be yours so all the slight touches and knee buckling whispers you shared were meaningless. The possessiveness in you made you feel sick about the thought of tipsy and almost drunk girls dangling off of Jake’s shoulder like cheap jewellery knowing all they wanted was just to get in his bed for one night. It was selfish, you were selfish. You knew he’d only want to make sure they arrived home safely and kindly brushing off their sexual gestures like the gentleman he was but inside of you there was always a lingering feeling of disappointment and fear when his big puppy like eyes left yours. It’s called being an attention whore. You thought he felt like he was still a big brother to you and you’re nothing but a his best mate’s little sister he had to babysit, that’s all you were ever going to be Sunghoon’s cool little sister.

-

Your body reflected in the mirror Jae helped you put up, whilst examining the outfit you had on a far memory of the moving day popped up in you head remember how Jae helped you and Sunghoon move in to your shared apartment far from your parents and how your luck that day was nonexistent, it was a smooth ride until you a dropped a box full of clothes in front of him exposing the smallest pairs of underwear and mini dresses you owned right at jaehyun’s feet. In that box was the dress you were wearing tonight, a simple short black dress that rose just above your knees with lace cutouts accentuating your curves, with the failure of the last party you and your crew attended you decided to go all out and wear the sluttiest piece of clothing you owned to catch a certain someone’s attention, all types of thoughts blared in your head of how the night could potentially go until you hear a voice snap you out of your thoughts,

“You look like a statue” you heard his accented voice tell you,

“What?” Your body finally turned around to look the man in his eyes, you read his expression yet you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His gaze churned with a look of shock and disbelief, jaw dropping and eyes widening at the sight of your outfit,

“What.” You asked again, this time with a hint of insecurity lacing your tone thinking the outfit you chose made you look unflattering when it was the complete opposite. You would never care what anyone especially a guy would think of you and your style choices and yet you always wanted Jake’s approval.

“Why are you so fucking pale?” you sighed at his words, hoping to calm down your nerves and heart rate before you collapse with his intense look still lingering on you. What a strange reaction to seeing your best friend all dolled up.

“Oh I don’t know Jaeyun” your voice retorted, ‘’maybe it’s because you look like you just saw a ghost-”

“Woah don’t pull out the government name” he fake sulked pulling his hands up to his chest covering his dramatically wounded heart letting his expression default to his normal cheery self after a while.

“I didn’t even say anything no need to bark at me” his amused voice echoed through your head as his eyebrows cocked up,

“I would never bark for or at you Mr Sim” the fabric of his dress shirt burned your fingertips as you poked the older male to tease him for his previous statement. You didn’t even know what was going through you at this point, you were best friends for 7 years along with your brother, the three of you were like family so it just felt so wrong and disturbing to all of a sudden have these sort of thoughts and feelings for someone sunghoon claimed to be his ‘brother from another mother’. It’s just a tiny crush and that was the most you’d ever admit. As far as you knew both you and Hoon were in love with him but in two completely different ways, he had so much platonic love and admiration for him yet you just wanted to climb onto of him and make him yours, you obviously never really did anything about your strange attraction because you never dared break the line between your brother and your his best friend.

“My empathy senses are tingling, what’s wrong?” His bigger hand clutched your pointer finger and moves it away from his chest letting his finger tips linger on you for a little longer than necessary.

“Nothing...” that’s a lie something really was wrong and you knew it because every time he touched you you felt a spark go down your spine and your head get a little dazed. Even at the most minuscule and innocent touches you wanted to lose your cool and scream like a banshee. Not wanting to push you out of your comfort zone he dropped the topic and started leading you out of the bedroom towards the main entrance where everyone else including your brother had gathered.

“Y/nnie... you look beautiful tonight” you were met with a hug from heeseung the oldest of the bunch. Heeseung was the most lightweight person you knew since everyone around you were slightly tipsy whilst seung was already giggling to himself after the 3 pre-party drinks he shared with the crew. You gave the oldest a pursed lipped smile and a small laugh imagining the chaos that would unfold once the party was in its peak. Meanwhile, Jake’s eyes never left your face again trying to read your mind and ignore his own feelings of jealousy igniting.

“I’m gonna steal Miss Park for a second if that’s fine with you” his hand tugged on your arm leading you away from the group before anyone could protest, you heard Hoon shout something about no funny business after you and Jake left the group yet you paid it no attention. You didn't need Jake's words to guide you as you followed him towards the empty living room like a lovesick puppy, he practically dragged you there like a marionette.

“Alright, tell me.” The words left his mouth after hiding behind a door to the next room leaving the group stranded in the hallway,

"Nothing I'm fine" you shrugged him off lightly trying to smile as genuinely as you could,

"Y/n come on, stop drowning and wallowing in self pity, I know somethings wrong and I’m not gonna let it ruin ou- your night" his words genuine and eyes were sincere.

“If it’s about last time then I’m still sorry, I’ll apologise as many times as I have to” you felt yourself cringe at the memory of the last party you two attended.

“For goodness sake don’t bring that up, please just leave that in the past!” You hissed out the words through your gritted teeth letting Jake know it’s still a sensitive topic. Another reason for your random mood drop was the agonising memories of the last party you attended alone with Jake.

—

He wouldn’t stop talking and laughing with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen paying you little to no attention leaving you wandering thought the packed house alone. Manoeuvring thought sweaty dancing bodies until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of a grinning smile you recognised somewhere but your drunken eyes couldn’t recognise who it was until you heard him ask you to dance. You almost immediately recognised Nicholas agreeing to dance with him. Your idgaf mentality snuck up on you as you felt your hips push with his, you were as they say dancing without leaving space for Jesus. The alcohol infiltrating your veins blurred your mind as you look up at Nicholas realising just how attractive he is and to get your mind off Jake and his walking talking one night stand you made a move. You felt his plush lips press on yours igniting a flame only Jake has ever set afire, his sharp eyes darkened as he pulled you aside to an empty room letting you continue what you started. All was going well, Jake and that bimbo were out of your subconscious and you were getting all hot and bothered with a beautiful man letting his hands roam all over your barley covered body feeling a pool of arousal build as his explored your mouth. His deeper than usual voice asking you if you really wanted to do this you purred out a response telling him that you’re up for it it he is. His soft hands tracing up your thighs as all the space between you was gone, but of course you can’t have one peaceful night in your life and Jake and the devil herself stumbled in the room almost eating each others faces. It took no time for Jake to realise the situation and he pushed the girl off of him and landed his palm on his neck thinking of something to say and yet no words came out.

Embarrassed, angry and disappointed you let your body run out of the room leaving Nicholas and Jake exchanging looks, one of embarrassment and awkwardness and the other of pure rage and shock.

Never in your life have you wanted two guys to fight over you. Well that’s a lie, you did but not like this. Not in a public place surrounded by people you know and that are actively in your social circle but that didn’t stop from Nicholas and jake rushing after you.

“Wait!” One of them called out after you, it didn’t matter who it was you just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It didn’t take long for them to catch up with you as you stood outside the building trying to catch a breathe after suffocating inside for what felt like hours. Jake approached you pushing Nicholas out of the way. It only took a few seconds for your rage to build up and push Jake away from your body and your intoxicated body stumbling from your own impact,

“You dick.” Your emotionless voice whispered, Jakes hurt voice mumbled a quiet what to your reaction,

“You Sim Jaeyun are the biggest dick I’ve ever met, you’re fucking unbelievable” you slurred out louder than before watching as Jake’s face twisted into a pained expression mirroring the same one he pulled a few hours before in the safety of your own rooms. Before Jake could reply you started walking off feeling like you were about to vomit from all the emotions you felt,

"Wai-" he called out again attempting to take off going after you until Nicholas blocked you out of his way,

“Not now dude” nicho defended you trying to give you space like a good friend he was. You were still walking not caring about the tears pouring down your cheeks. You stopped abruptly when you heard the sound of a punch, pulling you back towards the entrance of the party where Jake stood pulling the boy by his collar. The sight knocked wind out of your lungs as you rushed back to Nicholas’ side watching as a small trail of blood slid from his nose. That was enough for you to turn around and slap your brother’s best friend straight in the face,

“You ignore me for majority of the party, you start trying to fuck that girl inches away from me and then you let me leave ALONE in a house full of drunk dudes that smells like booze and weed” you got closer to his face poking your finger on his chest making him back up a little.

“Then once I finally find a nice guy you and your leech interrupt the only part of the night i would’ve enjoyed and now what you punch him in him face for stepping up for me?” You let out a dry laugh of disbelief not wanting to believe that someone you called your best friend would do that. Why couldn't he just get it over with right now, like ripping off a bandaid and tell you now. Tell you how you drive him to insanity, why couldn't he be honest with his own desires? If only you knew he wouldn't let anyone hurt you, letting the mixture of alcohol and his shame of wanting to forget you get the worst of him.

“You are such a pussy, I genuinely can’t even look at you right now Jake!” Your voice raising in anger before you delivered the final blow,

“What would Sunghoon think? Hm?” The humiliation that rested with the name of your brother broke his mind, reminiscing over the nights when he did all those things behind Hoon’s back letting himself give in to the temptation you brought along.

“What would MY brother think of you when he find out you left your only responsibility of the night to get some pussy? That you’re too busy being a man whore for a girl who’s name you don’t know and will probably never speak to again, making her your priority”.

You’ve never seen Jake cry before so the sight of tears welling up in his eyes made your heart swell with an inexplainable ache never in your 7 years of friendship have you seen Jake let out a tear whatsoever unleash a tsunami of emotion, never did you expect that at some point in your life you'd have to witness the real Jake instead of the usually happy faced guy who never shows his pain or sadness to you. It was then when you realised the real problem was not you wanting him, the problem was something much deeper and serious since the Jake you knew would never let you down like this.

“Honestly Jake, you’re lucky she ran into me and not some dude that would do fuck all to her” and with that you left with Nicholas driving you back home promising yourself you’ll never attend a party after that at least not with Jake.

—

It took weeks for Jake to get back onto your and Hoon’s radar after days and days of ignoring his texts. You wanted to talk to him but you felt so ashamed and hurt you couldn’t look at him, but now that was all in the past. Both you and Sunghoon forgave him sooner than later not wanting to waste the beautiful 7 years you held together over a girl and Jake’s raging hormones.

After what felt like forever Jake finally snapped you back into reality with his hand on your shoulder,

“I promise I won’t leave you again.” His voice whispered into your ear as he let his body swallow you into a hug.

“I’ll be stuck to you like glue until you tell me to piss off” you finally let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in until he started tracing circles on your neck. Sim Jaeyun will be the death of you one day.

After that whole moment, you felt relief as you walked back into the hallway getting ready to leave not noticing the glances of suspicion jay, hoon and sunoo exchanged at your return.

The ride to the party was short and loud as you were squished between heeseung and Jake. You loved the little crew of friends you acquired but damn were they loud, you were sort of glad that they were though because all that noise the boys were producing interrupted the voice of anxiety that’s been marinating in the back of your mind since the morning.

Once you arrived at the house , you could hear music blaring from inside the house along with yells and laughter from people doing dumb shit for the fun of it, this was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Do you have any idea how much effort I went through to not smell like weed?” you you heard a shout form the other side of the door eventually locking eyes with the culprit. Yeonjun rushed over welcoming his friends with open arms, it was no doubt that yeonjun threw the best monthly parties ever, like the ones you see in euphoria or project x and being a music major himself he always had the best playlists to drink and dance to.

Another skill of his was decorating his beautifully prestigious home into a total party house, your gaze lingered on the designed windows showcasing the large backyard where the rest of the party was going down. His excuse for throwing another massive party was that it was someone birthday, who’s? A random man he met outside of a shop the day before, it wasn’t even known if the birthday boy was there himself but that didn’t stop him from celebrating the dudes birth. You were more than grateful that you had friends that you could fuck around with and forget the mundanity of being a student with a 9/5 job.

The environment of the house changed completely when you entered the backyard, whilst yeonjun may have claimed he just put some tables and chairs out, he totally went above and beyond. He placed strings of fairy lights from the ceiling of patio to the railings of the pool umbrellas. Everyone was dancing enjoying their night with a few faces you’ve never seen before but before you could leave and socialise Jake jogged to you bringing over some drinks he got from the liquor table claiming it’s yeonjun’s magic party elixir.

You doubted that yeonjun actually knew how to make a ‘magic potion’ but knowing him and his ways of labelling things you weren’t complaining as the beverage tasted heavenly.

As you watched everyone move you couldn’t help but felt Jake’s arm slither around your waist pulling you closer his the warmth of his body. You could smell the sweet aroma of his coconut scented body wash and cologne you gifted him as an anniversary gift celebrating the past couple years you’ve spent with him.

“You seem bored, are you?” his honey voice whispered into your ear whilst the clutch on your side tightened,

“Wanna go somewhere else? I know a place here that you’d appreciate” your eyes moved to the sight of Jake’s half bitten lip trying to analyse his body language to get a hint of if tonight was the night you’d cross the line of your friendship and the boundary hoon set up between you and his best friends. A slight smirk formed on your face as you felt his hand shift from your waist to your palm leading you upstairs not noticing the pair of eyes watching the scene quietly unfold.

You reached the top of the stairs you stopped and looked around feeling a sense of dejà vu looking at the pictures of your friend group with yeonjun from previous parties plastered on the walls. Strangely enough there wasn’t a picture of party you last attended, maybe it wasn’t just you that had a bad experience that night.

Once you made it past the door of the room you saw a balcony that Jake stopped infront of locking his eyes with yours, making you feel small and comfortable under his watch. With one swift movement the balcony door flew open revealing a string of fairy lights wrapped around rusting railing casting warm colours contrasting the browns and grays of the aging metal. The view of the car littered driveway ignited a feeling of peace, a feeling of relaxation and happiness as the cool night breeze hit your legs making you shiver.

“What would you say if you and me went somewhere beyond whatever we have right now?” Jake’s body pressed onto the railing letting his shoulders relax,

“Jake, are you trying to flirt with me?”

“I mean…” his shoulders lifted into a shrug,

“I guess I’ve been trying for the last 3 years” you definitely misheard what he said.

“Sorry?” Your breathy voice questioned the confession,

“For years I needed you, in secrecy and silence…” Jake let his head drop to his chest as the words carelessly left his thoughts. The Shakespearean words that left his mouth gave you a feeling of unease as anxiety consumed both you and him at the reaction of his best friend and your brother finding out about the nature of the situation you pushed yourself into. His mind travelled back to the memory of the night you fought and for a moment everything seemed scarily surreal. No matter how hard he tried it seemed nearly impossible to keep it together. The guilt of staying up all night to talk to you long after Hoon went to sleep only to hang up at 3am and try to ignore the aching tent in his pants. The dishonour of having to look his best friend in the eyes a couple hours after having perverted dreams about his younger sister.

“Please… say something” The self loathing broke through his words causing you to look away for a moment before snapping back to situation,

"You wanted me for years but kept quiet about it?"

"Yes" His face fell under the glow,

“Why are you telling me now?” You've known Jake for 7 years now and in almost half the time he was always fighting against his attraction towards you. The teasing has been endless as well as the flirting that seemed meaningless but now you see it in a different light than before.

He always told himself to be strong and stay away from you because of what would happen if anyone found out about this, the rumours that might surface since he didn’t necessarily have the best reputation, how much it would hurt Hoon, especially when he promised to take care of his only sibling. You both knew each other well, hell you two even got changed in the same room but no matter how many times he promised himself to take things slow and move on you always stumbled in pushed him to his limit. Why did it take so long? Why did his thought spill like water out of a tap?

"Because it's been too long”

his body now taking baby steps towards your upright and stiff body. A glint of hunger lacing his bittersweet words, it was never supposed to go this far. Jake gave up on girls when he met you and swore off having a relationship because no girl compared to you choosing to temporarily live a life without real intimacy since you were off limits. You don't understand why he was so honest to you after years of masking and hiding and maybe you would’ve found out right then and there if it wasn’t for the intrusive knock on the bedroom door behind you. Jake jumped away from you to open the door only to see the same eyes that pierced your back when you escaped upstairs with Jake.

I did it! I finally finished this fix that I was supposed to post like 2 months ago. Now you’re just gonna have to wait for me to write part 2 😚 (it will probably be here in like 2 weeks or smth since I’m back from my writing vacation). I kinda rushed the end and if you didn’t understand what the text in italics meant it was a flashback to the party accident that caused y/n to feel anxious about that party. I’ll also mention that English isn’t my first language so if there are errors please just let your inner voice autocorrect it.

Reblogs and feedback is always welcome here since I love seeing what you guys have to say or just seeing your reactions, stay safe ily 💟💟

-Rinnie <3

[pomplalamoose]

two possibilities

Sith!Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

summary: this evening Lord Skywalker has something very specific in mind

cw: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, power imbalance, unhealthy relationship, manhandling minors dni!!!

A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut and I'm so nervous about posting it, please be kind, I'm really doing my best :(

His heavy steps make you jolt awake in an instant.

From where you were dozing on the soft rug in front of his bed you have yet to spot Lord Skywalker but are able to hear him well, your senses attuned to every sound of his, no matter how small it may be.

Your breath catches in your throat and, not daring to release it, you listen closely to his movements; occasionally you're lucky and they tell you something about his mood before he can catch you off guard.

What is he doing?

Curiously craning your neck you try to get a glimpse of him next door but all you can see is his dark cape being thrown from one side of the room to the other where it lands with a heavy thud.

Immediately two very different possibilities flash before your inner eye; he's either furious or horny.

Your brain screams at you to get up, get up, get up, get up and you just barely manage to untangle your sleepy limbs from the fuzzy blanket when he rounds the corner, his hungry eyes searching for you.

Oh. It's clear what it's going to be tonight.

You sink back in relief.

"Wel-Welcome back, my L-"

He doesn't even let you finish before easily picking you up and throwing you upon his bed, his burning gaze not once leaving your blushing face as he frees his hard and already leaking cock.

He's on you in an instant, covering your mouth with his, unceremoniously shoving his tongue past your lips.

With a sigh he begins rutting his hips against your still clothed pussy, deepening the kiss when you shyly start to reciprocate his movements.

"Oh, little one, I have been thinking about this all day.", he tells you, before dragging you into another scorching kiss.

Only when you begin to struggle, desperate to come up for air, does he manage to rein himself back in and releases you with a wet sucking sound that echoes around the room.

Looking you over attentively, his hot breath fans across your face when he speaks.

"Have you been waiting here for me? Mmh?"

Wide eyed you nod; you did wait for him, just the way you know he likes it.

One of his hands teasingly snakes in between your legs and he gives a hum of satisfaction when he finds your panties slightly damp with arousal.

"Such a good girl, you'll make me feel so good tonight, I know it."

His voice is rough with lust as he reinforces his words by once again thrusting his hips forward, moaning loudly at the sensation.

"You want it too, don't you? To let me cum inside of you as many times as I want to? To make me feel good?"

"Yes.", you blabber dumbly, eager to please him. "I want to- I wanna make you cum. Please cum inside of m-me."

"You do, huh?"

Feigning intimacy he smiles and leans close to whisper in your ear.

"It's not like you have a choice, sweetheart."

He draws back and impatiently pats your hip, signaling something you, through your excited haze, don't understand.

You do your best to rearrange your limbs, dazedly making a move to undress yourself but when you lift your arms to pull up your top, he stops you with a sigh.

Faster than you can think he scoops an arm underneath your back and easily manhandles you into position on all fours before him.

You are confused, does he not want you naked?

You try again, which earns you a stinging slap to your right ass cheek and a sharp reprimand.

"Behave."

You still immediately as your world narrows down to him and his touch alone.

Lord Skywalker gently moves the crotch of your underwear aside to press a finger inside of you.

"You know the rules, little one. Hold still, don't talk, and I'll make this pleasurable for you as well."

Every bit of air is pushed out of your chest, your mouth falling open as you try to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

You didn't think you were wet enough to take all of it yet but your body gives way easily as he slowly shifts his finger around to stroke your walls, before gently withdrawing and pumping back in repeatedly.

Each little movement makes you jump and by the time he's inserting a second digit, his spare arm has to reach beneath your chest to keep you upright.

His fingers are so very big and long, so skilled, and it does not take long for you to moan out around them helplessly.

As he allows you to grind back into them, you feel as if already you could fall apart right here and now.

Desperately you want to beg, for him to go deeper, faster, anything, but you know better than that and wisely keep your mouth shut.

To antagonize him now, to egg him on, would only result in punishment and suffering.

Instead you place your trust in his own lust and impatience to keep him from playing with you for too long and are proven right not long after.

The mattress dips under his weight as he shifts positions, and you can feel the much larger head of his cock nudging the entrance in between your wet folds.

With your heart racing you try to spread your legs even wider.

His hands roughly kneed your ass cheeks, pulling them far apart to get a good long look at your dripping core, before sliding forward to grip your waist, pulling you closer towards him.

Anxious to give him better access and to make it easier for your body as well, you arch your back as far as it will go and steady yourself as he lines himself up, as he presses forward antagonizingly slowly.

With gritted teeth you endure the burning slide until the tip finally pops in and you gasp, your Lord releasing a low moan above you.

As always his size overwhelmes you.

Despite the regularity in which he claims you it's nearly too much.

Involuntarily you clench down hard around his cock, and breathe a sigh of relief when it makes him release a quick hiss of pleasure.

Yet you beg your body to relax again; your Lord is far away from being fully sheathed inside of you and he can and will take more, not always caring whether you are ready to as well.

This time though, surprisingly, he stops the penetration just short of it becoming too much for you to handle and instead begins to lazily push in and out, giving you the chance to adjust.

You are whimpering helplessly by the time he's fully seated, completely impaled and trembling as your walls flex almost violently around the thick intrusion.

You can’t seem to catch your breath, a slight sheen of sweat already covering your entire body.

Slowly the Sith is stilling his movements and reaches forward to soothingly stroke your hair and rub your back.

It's a gesture of good will.

An acknowledgement of your weaker form.

You try to speak, to let him know you recognize it as what it is, to let him know how thankful you are.

"Th-tha... thank y..." but instead you break off in a languid cry, hanging your head, when he quickly drapes himself over you to bite at your neck in warning.

"No. Speaking.", he murmurs lowly before straightening up again.

Contemplatively he draws out his throbbing cock before slowly pushing it back in, not hard but enough to make you grapple for something to hold on to.

The next thrust is much the same: powerful but subdued.

The third hits a spot that wrenches a loud cry of sheer pleasure out of you.

Your Lord hits it again and again, and now you are being tossed forward with it, giddily taking each thrust you are given as the rhythm grows quick and even.

Eliciting a steady burst of ecstasy up your spine that leaves you far more vocal than you are comfortable with, you are wracked with tremors and slowly but surely grow dizzy with it.

He slows down after a while, taking his time to carefully readjust your position and the strong hold he has on your waist.

At first, not understanding what's happening you fear he's going to stop altogether.

Are you not satisfactory?

You won't be able to bear it if he leaves you like this, gaping and aching for more.

"Pl- please...", you choke out, in your desparation forgetting about his warning from earlier.

"Pleaseee..."

His response is a mocking laugh and the next thrust is so hard it makes you choke and nearly topple over.

"Is that want you want? Huh?"

The next follows immediately after, just as fast and just as hard.

Unbelievably the pace quickens, and suddenly you are being fucked at a relentless rhythm with brutal strength; too fast for you to even cry out with with each time he slams into you, you turn into one long litany of noises.

Again you feel him draping himself over your body, covering you whole, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress.

You are so, so wet, sure you are dripping and leaking against his pants and all over the sheets, whining for it, tears prickling the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

His strength is staggering, his skill merciless and despite everything you have experienced so far there is nothing to compare it to.

Each thrust is perfectly angled to overstimulate with how his hips are jerking forward and his large hands tightly clasping your body, leaving bruises in their wake wherever they go.

Your skin feels hot and feverish, your body bristling with heat.

You couldn't escape if you wanted to, couldn’t even think of it.

The loud slapping sounds almost drown out your pleas and the blood pounding in your ears.

Lord Skywalker seems to have no expiration, he never so much as slows, and you wonder if he could do this endlessly.

You know, however, that you can’t.

You are weak, already close to passing out, and finally you let your tears flow freely, fully submitting to his will.

He hears your sobs and his left arm tightens around your waist to hoist you up against his chest, holding you close.

His free hand slips into the front of your panties and cups your heat closely, before he starts methodically rubbing your clit to the beat of his fucking.

Your trembling doubles, and barely a few thrusts later you shriek your release, your muscles and stomach clenching.

Your vision blurs as your eyes roll back into your head, your mind seemingly leaving your body behind.

The Sith doesn't stop his movements, simply fucking you through your orgasm until after another minute there come several audible grunts and you can feel the rush of hot liquid filling you up.

Lord Skywalker pounds that out too, then slows, stills, and finally, lets go of you.

You collaps onto your front instantly.

His big cock slides free and you hit the mattress panting for air, everything around you spinning.

In slow trickles his cum is leaking out of you but you're too tired to move away from the big stain your combined bodily fluids created and, as it turns out, you don't get a chance to either, as suddenly you are grabbed by your ankles and easily flipped around to lay on your back.

Through eyes heavy lidded and dark with lust your Lord drinks in your helpless picture, already and, unbelievably so, fully erect again with excess cum still dripping from the tip of his cock.

Blinking up at him you can't do anything but watch as he lazily palms his erection and then begins to touch himself in earnest to the sight of you.

He's allowing you another break, altough you realize how short it will be by how roughly he's handling himself and by the way his breath is very quickly growing ragged again.

"Oh fuck..."

A low groan escapes his mouth and his free hand reaches out to part your knees so he can settle in between your legs.

You can't tear your gaze away from the way his head falls back in the throws of his pleasure, from how he licks and bites his lip in anticipation for what is to come so soon...so very soon...

Somehow his explosive orgasm still manages to catch you off guard as the thick ropes of his cum spurt all over your swollen pussy.

Propping himself up over your body with one arm he milks himself dry, painting your belly and part of your tits with what is left of his hot release, before slowly sinking back on his heels to come down from his high.

His pants are utterly ruined and once he has caught his breath he gets up to rid himself of them and the rest of his clothes.

Humming in contentment he pours himself a drink and settles back down on the bed.

You quiver under his intense gaze but don't dare to move while his eyes wander from your tear stained face to your heaving breasts and then further down until they stop at the mess he created in between your legs.

His cock twitches.

It will take a while before you are allowed to rest.

[nightghoul381]

No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Epilogue

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

This chapter contains explicit content | NSFW | MDNI

Content Warnings: light bondage, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

With my hands handcuffed, I roll onto the bed.

It’s like a fox… no, it’s like a rabbit being eaten by a wolf.

Harrison: “I got excited thinking about touching you wearing these, you’ll show me your cute face won’t you?”

Harrison: “Kate…. Tonight, let me do a lot of mean things to you.”

Kate: “You’ve been mean enough already…”

Harrison: “Huh, so you’re satisfied with this meanness?”

While I was lying on the bed, Harry undid my blouse and put his hand on my corset.

Harry’s hand slowly pulled it down.

(Ah… I can usually cover it with my hands.)

Harrison: “You can’t hide anything today, can you? Look, I can see everything…”

My breasts spilled out, leaving them exposed in front of Harry.

Harry always fondles my breasts, licking and doing all sorts of nice things to them,

Today he just looks at them.

(…w-why?)

Even though I was just being watched, a sense of shame slowly rose in me and my body started to heat up.

As if I’m waiting for something to happen.

Harrison: “Oh, have you had enough of me being mean?”

Harrison: “I haven’t done anything, but here, it’s getting harder.”

Kate: “Ngh, mean…”

Harrison: “You just love it when I’m mean to you.”

Harrison: “Here, say it. ‘I don’t like Harry being mean to me.’”

Kate: “….Harry being mean to me.”

Harrison: “Mm?”

Kate: “I hate it.”

Harrison: “….yeah, that’s a lie. You really are… mmm…”

Kate: “Aaahh…”

He takes my breasts in his mouth, caressing them to elicit pleasure.

So much pleasure causes me to twitch, the handcuffs restraining my hands make a noise and further provoke me.

The fact that I am unable to hide my skin or resist, allowing myself to be attacked, gives me a dark sense of immorality.

(….ngh, more, I want to be fucked.)

Harrison: “Haa…hot.”

Kate: “Aah….oh…Harry.”

But my lover, who can see through lies, won’t overlook my foolish desires.

My knees are spread wide open, and I heard a soft sound.

Harrison: “Your underwear is so wet…Lift your hips so I can take it off?”

Kate: “Yes…”

Harry looked down at me with my hands bound and my legs spread apart.

With a chuckle, Harry’s fingertips touched the wet spot.

Kate: “Ahh…nngh.”

Harrison: “Haha….that’s amazing. It’s dripping…”

Harrison: “You’re bound with your hands tied, so excited, so wet…You’re so easy to understand.”

Kate: “…Mmn, please don’t say that.”

Harrison: “I’ll say it. Every time I do, you make such a pretty face.”

Harrison: “I’m going to slip my finger in, and stir you up into a mess… so moan a lot, okay?”

Kate: “Eh, Aah…Aaaah… ngh!”

The wet sounds gradually became louder and louder.

I feel dizzy with embarrassment and pleasure.

Harry’s fingertips know all the most sensitive parts of me, and my reason melts into mush.

Kate: “Ngh, Harry…. I’m already….”

Harrison: “What, will you beg for me today?”

When I nodded, I heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone--.

Harry’s hot length forced its way into my wetness.

Harrison: “……Beg until the end, keep saying you want my cock.”

Kate: “What will happen, if I don’t beg for it…?”

Harrison: “I won’t give it to you.”

(Embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing. But…)

Kate: “…. Please. Please Harry.”

Harrison: “…Ah, okay. Here…”

Kate: “Aaagh!”

The sweet pleasure of being filled in the deepest parts of my body is intoxicating.

Harrison: “…Haha…you’re so tight. Does it feel good?”

Kate: “…Yes…ngh.”

Harrison: “I’ll make you feel even better....Ngh…”

Kate: “Aah…. Aaah…”

I was fucked with my legs spread wide apart, and my gasps spilled out incessantly.

(…I want to be more and more deeply connected. Because I’m in love with Harry.)

Harrison: “……”

Harrison: “…I feel like I’m seeing your face for the first time.”

Harrison: “For you, that’s a face I don’t know yet.”

Harry stroked my head gently as he moved his hips.

Harrison: “If I stay with you forever, I wonder if I’ll be able to see everything.”

Kate: “…I have many faces. So… will that take longer?”

Harrison: “Haha”

Harrison: “Aah, yeah. That’s what I want.”

A few days after being handcuffed, Harry and I were discussing where we were going to go.

Kate: “Then let’s say where we want to go. Ready, go!”

Kate: “Sweets shop.”

Harrison: “Book store.”

(Uh…it doesn’t match again.)

Harrison: “How about the sweets shop first, then the bookstore?”

Harry’s proposal brought my sinking excitement back to the surface.

Kate: “That’s awesome!”

Harrison: “Mm, good. Well…”

We reach out to each other at the same time.

Kate: “Fufu, we work well together on these things.”

Harrison: “You wanted to hold my hand, so I just put them together.”

Kate: “Oh, is that the truth?”

I was so happy that we held hands at the same time that I shook them together,

Harry’s shoulders shook as he laughed.

Kate: “Hey, Harry. What will you do if I can’t keep my hands off you.”

Harrison: “Give me a break.”

Kate: “Eh?”

Harrison: “I want you so bad, I can’t work.”

Kate: “But the other day you didn’t show any signs of…”

Harrison: “Have you forgotten that I’m a liar and a cursed fox?”

Harrison: “That means I can deceive you in a heartbeat.”

Kate: “…No, that’s mean!”

Harrison: “You love such a mean liar.”

With a sweet proclamation, Harry kisses me just enough to touch me.

After our lips parted—we both smiled at the same moment.

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[baby--charchar]

A writing blurb/wip/however you'd like to call it. TBH I'm more self conscious about actually WRITING OUT STORIES, so I wouldn't mind constructive feedback.

‘Charlie had a rough day’ was a blatant understatement of how horribly shit hit the fan that day. But you wouldn't know it just by looking at her demeanor.

When a random gang tried to rob the hotel that morning, she handled it. When the entire septic system on the 7th floor exploded, she handled it. When Vaggie and Angel got in a screaming match over his ever growing drug stashes, she handled it.

It seemed that no matter how terrible, scary, or unexpected her challenges got, she kept smiling, kept going like she wasn't bearing the weight of so much on her shoulders already.

Of course, everyone cracks eventually. In some way or another. Charlie would like to think that she was using age regression to help mitigate those cracks. When she was feeling little, it was okay if she threw a tantrum occasionally or get snippy with Dad or Vaggie. If she let out a little bit of the pressure at a time, in a safe space surrounded by safe people, she'd be okay enough to keep smiling the next day. Of course, things don't always balance out like that in the end, especially with how much energy Charlie spent repressing negative feelings.

Upon coming home to their suite on the hotel's highest floor, Charlie collapsed on the floor in front of the TV. Vaggie watched her calmly.

“You feeling okay, hun?”

Charlie shrugged and brought her fingers up towards her mouth. Vaggie caught that glassy look in her eyes taking over.

“Feeling little?”

After a pause, Charlie nodded her head. Vaggie bent down to kiss her cheek before stepping around her.

“Okay, Princessa. Let me grab your things. Can I call your dad, or do you want it to be just us tonight?”

“...Call Daddy.”

“Call Daddy. I can definitely do that.” Vaggie had Lucifer on speed dial for these nights. He loved getting to visit Charlie when she was regressed, and they've healed their relationship a lot the past few months together. He was also great to tag-team with whenever Vaggie need a break.

After a quick chat on the phone, Vaggie refocused on Charlie. She grabbed one of her favorite outfits to wear in littlespace: a red, long-sleeve dress with gold foil hearts all over it; soft, stretched out black leggings; fuzzy pink socks; and the only part of it that Charlie hated, a simple pink pull-up without any designs or characters on it. Charlie genuinely struggled controlling her bladder when she regressed. Vaggie thought that it may have something to do with her brain not communicating with her “big girl” body properly. But while Charlie definitely needed them, she hated having to use pull-ups with every fiber of her being.

Vaggie approached her quietly, sitting down beside her curled-up form on the plush red carpet.

“Can I get you dressed, Princessa?”

“Mm…kay…” Charlie hummed. Vaggie smiled softly and started unbuttoning her clothes. Pants, blouse, bra, then underwear. Charlie wasn't all that helpful in the process, but thankfully she let Vaggie roll her around a bit in order to wrestle all her clothes off. Vaggie slipped the red dress over her head and pulled her arms through. She already looked so cute in her favorite cozy dress.

Vaggie stretched the pull-up out and subtly slipped it into the leggings. With one swift motion she got them both over Charlie's bottom, and thankfully avoided any fussing or tantrums over the oh-so-offensive pull-up. Lastly, she slipped Charlie's socks on and undid her ponytail.

There, cute as a button.

Charlie sat up with a dazed look on her face.

“Oh, my little one is so tired this evening. It's been a rough day, huh?” Charlie quietly placed her fingers and thumb in her mouth. 

“Oh, nuh uh uh mi amor. I got your binki. Let's try that with a binki.” Vaggie slipped a bright pink pacifier into Charlie's mouth, but no sooner had she done that, Charlie ripped it out and threw it at the wall behind Vaggie's head.

“No!” Charlie snapped. Vaggie blinked.“...Okay. That's fine. But listen to me-  Charlie, listen- be sweet tonight. Daddy's coming over and you know you wanna be kind to him, right?” Charlie scowled at the floor. Vaggie sighed. Oh lord, here we go again. Rough days lead to rough nights I guess, she thought begrudgingly.

[143hyunes]

Fair Game

pairing: husband!chan x fem reader

genre: smut, fluff, nsfw

warnings: implied established relationship, cockwarming, oral (f.receiving), mentions of marking, riding, unprotected sex (pls be careful), piv

wordcount: 0.9k

a/n: it's my first time writing here pls be kind 😭. also pls let me know if there are any mistakes! drabble below the cut

It was almost 2 am and your husband was still wasn’t home. You decided to wait for him on the couch today, reading your book to keep you company.  You even wore his favourite black lingerie but while you put it on, you had a feeling that only the mirror would be seeing it tonight. You would wait a millennia for him, if it meant you could see the way his smile lights up his whole face and the way his dimples make him look even more adorable and pretty, at the same time. You were almost falling into a deep sleep when you heard the sound of a key turning in the door of your house. Chris was finally home.

You feel the ghost of a breathe fan your face before you hear a sigh. He gives your forehead a small peck before removing the book from chest and lifting you up in his arms to take you back to your shared bedroom. You’ve lost count of how many times this has happened but it never fails to make your heart flutter. You always feel warm and safe in his arms.

It’s not long before you hear the shower run. You decide to steal Chan’s black hoodie and change into it quickly, your black lingerie wrapped underneath, like a surprise for him after a long day. You sit up straight and fix your hair, wiping drool off the sides of your lips. You watch him walk in nothing but a towel around his waist, water dripping down his chest while he dries his hair which you know will get all curly and cute in the morning. You would whistle, if you knew how to.

You think about how you could watch him forever. He looks up when he feels your gaze on him. His eyes widening a little and he gives you a small tired smile. “Good morning”, you say giving him the biggest smile you can and get up to embrace him. You give him a tight hug, trying to get as close as possible, no regard for the water dripping down his body that now sticks to your hoodie.

“Hi baby, were you pretending to be asleep? I thought told you not to wait up.”

“I know but I can’t sleep without you.” You say as you pout.

“Gosh, you’re so adorable.” He gives your lips a soft, chaste kiss.

He lifts you up and gently puts you down on the bed, before climbing in himself.

“I want to fall asleep with you inside me.” You say while removing your underwear. Chan complies,pushing one finger in your core, prepping you; falling into a routine of days when both of you are exhausted. You can never get used to the way he stretches you, though it’s a welcome pain.

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning, promise.”

You hum your response into his chest. Something about being so close to your husband makes you feel warm all over causing you to already fall into deep sleep, in the arms of the love of your life.

You wake up, your back somehow facing Chris’ front, his hand wrapped tightly around your torso. You try removing his hand but his grip on you only tightens further.  You check the time on your phone, it’s almost 10am.

“Channie, Chan, Christopher wake up, babe. Wake uppp.” You sigh when he doesn’t budge. “We're not spending your day off sleeping in bed.”

A groan. “Five more minutes.” You put his hand under your hoodie. He doesn’t budge at the feel of the familiar lace, only pulling you closer than you thought was possible, his hand now resting on your chest. Oh, so he was playing hard to get. But you wouldn’t give up so easily. You clench around him, knowing this would elicit a reaction from him.

His eyes jolt open and he lets out a breathy groan. “You don’t play a fair game, Mrs. Bang.” He’s on top of you in seconds. He pulls out of you and you feel the loss of him deep in your core. He helps you out of his hoodie, pinching your stiffened peaks through the lacy fabric. His lips travel from your neck to your stomach, leaving marks in its wake. When he finally reaches your pulsing core, you let out a sigh of relief, his fingers and mouth taking you to the edge. Both of you lay there for a few seconds after your release, Chris coming to lay on your chest. 

Without wasting anymore time, you get on top of him, easing down on his length slowly and bracing yourself against the headboard. Soon you set a steady pace, bouncing on his dick but it doesn’t last long, your movements becoming lazy. Chris takes over, as he always does. It doesn’t take long after that for both of you to reach your highs.

You get up to clean yourself and pee. After you coming back you pounce on Chan, peppering his face with kisses, earning a peal of his adorable giggles. 

“Someone’s happy to see me.” 

“I’m always happy to see you, Chris.” You say with the biggest grin you can muster causing the tips of his ears to redden as they always do at a compliment. “I love you.” He says giving you a kiss.

“I love you more, my Channie.” 

[youofsomesong]

Friends Describing Starkid Characters (part 4)

(There will be spoiler pictures from Nerdy Prudes Must Die, so look at your own risk. They show up after Curt)

james

typical nerd

he has a letterman (i mean its in the photo)

this looks like the harry potter one (yup)

this information does not help me at all though (yes it does!!!)

gregory (front) and william (back) (noooooo)

they are in a relationship (oh 100%)

the gun in the underwear is for later tonight theyre spicing things up

(i have the better picture of peter, dont worry. but i wanna see if theyll realize its the same character)

montgomery

nerd but he knows your name, address, social security number, and credit card information and it not afraid to use it

megan

tired barista (SAME)

good at names and faces (not same) (same bestie)

knows martial arts

quincy francis iv

a cowboy with absolutely NO cowboy skills

saw a horse once and went “cow!!”

oh theyre also gay gay homosexual

nobody knows about their relationship though (well...)

elizabeth (left) and grace (right)

theyre into cosplay

businessman businessman businessman

slightly below average at his job but covers for it by being likeable and social (jfhkjasdhf thats not true)

his name is ronald

marco

theatre kid

rebecca

a proud trans woman who will take no shit

OH MY GOD WAIT

THATS UMBRIDGE ISNT IT (...maybe)

jafar (whats with my friends and thinking achmed is jafar???)

tried to sneak in an aladdin picture with the starkid. im onto you (youre not though cause thats achmed, not jafar)

bridget

likes reading

not very popular but a nice person

patricia

she has a pufferfish on her head

shes a strange one

still kind of popular though??

jasmine and jafar (this one im 87% certain) (youre half right bestie)

they pulled a switcheroo

that other one was aladdin and i was wrong (you were wrong but youre still wrong)

rachel

big fan of the little red riding hood story. made it her entire personality (jksdhfjdksh bestie)

thats a classic jack right there

total asshole (a bit, yeah)

sells drugs to minors (but he doesnt. he loves hannah like his own kid)

that previous guys brother but this ones a good person and keeps getting pulled into his brothers crap

his name is riley

definitely has pronouns

not straight (oh he 100% is not straight)

generally well liked but has one specific enemy (more like we love him but we hate him)

looks like a noah to me

self proclaimed “party animal” (everyone hates him except like one person whos pretty neutral about him) (lies. we all love him)

name is... liam (derogatory)

andrew garfield in disguise (askjfdhakjs)

thats all

“tall dark and handsome” (has platforms in his shoes)

daniel

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE PHOTOS!!!! CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

thats a whole zombie fr fr

name was revoked

but his name WOULD have been zachary

watched “the last of us” and liked it way too much

became his favorite character

straight man (derogatory) (kajfhasdhf i dont believe max is straight AT ALL)

the woman is bi (grace is repressed bi, what did i tell yall?)

her name is haley his name is michael

he needs to put his shirt back on (no he does not. he is hot)

goshdarn jessica

Mean Girl ™️ (i mean...mariah was regina george...she was in mean girls...)

manny

generalized anxiety disorder (if he wasnt first labeled as obnoxious teen i would say yes. but he did have that whole waiting for hot chocolate line(s). oh and xe did not connect that the petes were the same character. i did not tell them that either and idk if i will tell him)

MARKIPLIER?

thats it

dyed hair and pronouns

quinn

at this point in time i did tell them that nibbly and blinky were not female even though both are played by women (and the fact that i hc nibbly as agender)

thats a rowan

absolutely slays

also has pronouns

liked wreck it ralph

naruto fanboy

his name is blake but he asked people to call him by the name of his favorite character

(nobody does)

this one is a big fan of sonic

has a sonic themed backpack and lunchbox

morgan

jeremiah

i see an anime shirt hes an anime stan (well thats obvious)

has at least two twitter accounts dedicated to anime (honestly wouldnt be surprised)

[hikikolol]

*key card*

allen

— — — — — — — — — — — —

allen always felt the need to wind down after a concert. being an idol is tough as they had schedules upon schedules to finish and 24 hours in a day isn’t almost enough for the members to both rest and work.

he had made a fair amount of eye contact with a specific fan tonight though, he thought she looked ethereal, enjoying the concert as it is, enjoying their music. he might feel a little guilty afterwards but he for sure knows what face he’d be thinking of whilst winding down tonight in his fortunate solo room at the hotel they were staying at.

he palmed through his buldge, working through to increase his libido, strained moans leaving his lips as he thought of your swaying figure earlier. feeling hard enough, he started pulling his pants down to — *ping* *ping* sounds of attempts to get into his suite rang through his room. must be one of the members trying to prank him again, frustrated, he walked up to the door to hopefully scold at his members trying to break in at the ass crack of dawn.

what he found was the complete opposite though. familiar hair that framed your face perfectly, your body figure that he couldn’t even get out of his head, your eyes that glimmered every time he made contact with you. it was you standing right in front of him, yet now in a baggy hoodie that almost covered your loose shorts. “fuck! i’m so sorry! i thought this was my- allen?” you started rambling until you recognized his face, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden.

allen looked at you surprised, wasn’t expecting the turn of events at all, “hey! weren’t you at the concert earlier?” “oh..yes i was, didn’t think you’d notice me considering all your fans being there too, it was great! anyways, i’m really sorry for disturbing you this late i wasn’t on my right mind i guess” you let out a laugh, “no worries at all! i actually have some beer here too, i can see you bought some from the convenience store, would you like to join me?” if he didn’t make a move, he might never have the chance to. might as well risk it “oh god no it’s okay! i think i’ve already disturbed you enough for tonight” “i insist, it’s not everyday that i run into a fan like this! it would be fun to talk about some stuff” it’s his smile that caught you, really. you could never say no to that. you’re too weak for it.

you didn’t know what happened, it was a few bottles of beer, conversations that led to deeper talks, ending up with past sexual experiences, and now..tangled up in his sheets, your neck being the most interesting thing to allen as he marked lower and lower. your moans growing louder the more he sucked, his hands going everywhere on your body ultimately deciding to steady your hips and use his other hand to grip your hands above your head. “fuck, you’re so pretty like this, doll” he asked you to take your hoodie off, savoring the marks that he made along with your black laced bra that sat shaping your mounds. he took your shorts off next, seeing the pool of wet patch on your matching underwear made his ego boost a lot further than he thought. “god baby, haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already this wet” feeling his finger slightly graze your intimate made you go crazy.

squirming and moaning for him to have you is what really set him off. he took off everything he’s wearing and pulled at the chair in front of his bed “go ahead, pretty, touch yourself for me. i want you to think about how i’ll fuck you and when you do good, maybe i’ll make all of those come true” and so you do, you made sure he saw all of you by spreading your legs for him, calling out to his name every time you twitch from touching a sensitive bud. god how allen was close to cumming with hearing just your voice. he could feel that you were close to cumming when you started quieting down you moans and focused on getting your high.

allen wasn’t fond of that though, he stood up from his chair and took your hands to raise it above your head once again, “if you’re going to cum tonight, you’ll be cumming on my cock, you hear me?” he whispered to your ears as you let out a strained number of ‘please’s and ‘yes’. satisfied enough, he aligned his tip with your entrance and snuggled in slowly only to pull it out and slamming into you giving no time to adjust. that didn’t matter though, because all you felt was bliss. the loudest moan you had come up with that night. curses and moans were ringing through the walls without a care for neighboring rooms beside you as allen continued at his speed. “fuck! allen! please, i’m close! please let me come!” “hold on a little longer, angel, i’m close too” allen managed to slip out of his mouth still busy undoing your neck. a few beats later and an even louder moan, allen slowed down his pace to ride down both of your orgasms, thankfully hitting both of yours at the same time. he laid down beside you and chuckled “will you be on the show tomorrow too?” “hell yeah, closer this time” “same time tomorrow then?” you looked at him with adoration and nodded. this has got to be the most memorable concert that you ever went to.

[nochi-quinn]

legend of vox machina watch party episodes 10-12: non-fungible thordak

"she's not having any of our shit tonight"

did matt get a haircut

"you're not leaving 'til 2 am, bitch"

"are you a vampire coven?" "if taliesin were here we could talk about it"

episode 10 act 4 part 3

"this is where we forgot to draw the city"

liam fangirling his own show

"OPE he lost his fingers"

"stop SPOILING. there's gonna be ACTION in the show."

"the tree piece in this game is really OP"

"shitty vox machina came in to ruin their Warhammer game"

"I forget which animals are fused with humans."

"shut UP matt"

"shout out - oh shit he's in the room"

"you slapped porkchops for like hours"

why does that sound like a euphemism

"I feel like that'd be it for me"

"matt mercer is mean!" "I didn't spend hours building those toothpick barricades for nothing!"

"that's why we named her pike"

"is there no basement? there is not"

bassment

I love how much they love their show. I know I was poking at liam earlier but it genuinely is so charming

"same arrow! that's called being responsible"

phil defending his poor herdsmen

"you guys are VIOLENT"

"TOP ROPE"

"spoilers!" maybe it'll be different on my screen

"and they were correct"

I FORGOT HE ONLY HAD ONE HITPOINT

recklegreweapomastah

"you sound like you've had your ass kicked" environmental storytelling

"there's a z-pack in there somewhere"

"zanror, needlessly hot" liam is fully horny on main tonight

"are they brothers like neptune and uranus were cousins"

"but I was born in canada"

"I actually had to shit myself for that line" "we all did"

"it's fun! and also disgusting!"

"let's not psychoanalyze me tonight"

"keyleth is the cutest" glad we're all in agreement

matt is all of us

"get a JOB leave him ALONE"

"she's bullying vax" "you're not wrong"

"he's doing the whole band" how else are you gonna get backstage

"we had to cut things from other episodes to get in 'at dawn we plan'" good

you are now Neutral with The Herd

release the underwear bible

"it is a square"

"you know what's weird? watching this scene with your kids"

"HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS" "it was very difficult"

"did you have to have a talk about bondage and safety?!"

"we have…DIFFERENT PARENTING STYLES"

COLOR SCRIPT COFFEE TABLE BOOK

GIMME

that's a cool band logo

oh NO

matt broke all over again

listen sometimes you just have to have a mental breakdown, it's good for your mental health

"we asked! we forgot."

"turkey vulture!"

"in a week we can talk about it. …something else bad will happen by then." my life for the past year and a half

sam: let me make this as awkward as possible so it can only get better from here

"you write a creepy thing and you feel guilty about it" "critical role"

the writers were on top of that one

"we talk all the time you guys"

"none of this should be happening"

"see, now chat's mad at you"

SAM

THAT was liam?!

I'm turning in my voice actor fan card

"you're gonna be the guy they hit"

the fact that he wasn't doing a low bass was why I didn't clock him tbh

"take that, vegeta"

EPISODE ELEVEN

"seventy-five!" "eighty-three!" "hike!"

OH the mugs!

samuel

"beautiful nonsense scene"

travis slapping sam's hand away from the edits

"what you did is bad!"

"THIS IS A GOOD SHOW"

"I'm sure it's fine"

"this is taliesin's front yard, actually"

"look what they did to my boy"

"campaign 4 reference, shh"

"kiss him, vax"

I looked up the show sam and liam referenced, it aired 92-93. I was 4.

umbrasyl listens to linkin park, it's canon

"he's a lot less menacing if you think of him as a whiny kid" there's a lot of that in that last fight

"award-winning awkwardness"

"ashley did not have to act here"

"I think taliesin wrote some of this bullshit"

"if you'd stop FEEDING THEM"

"cut my heart out" liam gets me

"blood pools are my kink"

"it's capri-sun, it's fine"

"it's a discotek at night"

"I've had this dream" I have been blessed to not have drowning dreams, if that changes now I'm fighting matt in the street

between the two of them liam and courtenay voiced half of new vegas

matt drop the raven queen lore

matt you have to tell sam's kids it's the law

"is it YOU?"

not the creepy cg mask

"he's just a little dork!" accurate

percy 100% would have been a train nerd

why did liam's mic pick up him knocking on his head so clearly

very cool that they built the trap in 3d

"this is basically a documentary"

"HO DAMN"

"he goes INVISIBLE?!"

phil with the list of the names

that, that "can't hit what you can't see" felt very adolescent to me

"some said longer, some said shorter" "we disregarded both!"

"the only episode this season where we end on a cliffhanger"

"episode 47 down"

travis I heard you echo that "duty"

remembering that liam went through all of this while dealing with his mother's death

matt: like comment and subscribe

"if you don't do it you'll turn into a squidface" "that's season 3"

"for some people that's a plus"

I don't know why I like the phrasing "deity version" so much

"there's love there!"

the way he says "conversations" means those two have definitely had at least one fistfight over canon

DARGINS

weasel dragon

Dragon Department

CEO of Dragons

I want "Dragon Team" on my resume

"because percy invented the metric system"

"it's canon now"

17 de Rolos

UMBRASSYL

"chat wants you to show - " "your muscles"

"I practice in the car so my neighbors don't call 911"

EPISODE TWELVE

hope devouwewer

"I want a pink dragon that spits out glitter"

"back inside that bad dragon" liam no

watch out for that treeeee

"but HOW THOUGH" sam gets me

"always bring a healer" stares at laura

"when the raven from the opening went by I fell out of the chair"

"you don't have to choose one" mica/percy/vax polycule

embiggened vestige

umbrasyl on 3G

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD"

travis keeps catching himself from saying "d&d" and says "ttrpg"

"that's just liam just talking to me"

"kiss her you fool"

scanlan as paul rudd makes 100% sense and I hate it

"RUDE. UNNECCESARY. didn't have to do it and did it anyway"

vex can't feel vax bc gatshadow's made of lead

"ancient dragon, he can do what he wants"

"we had another ending in case we didn't get a season 3 where scanlan ran and everyone died" "whAT?"

"why would you DO THAT TO ME"

liam stop saying bad dragon

"ANIME YELL"

to make an omelette you have to crack a few scanlans

"that's a scrabble word"

"the theme….but slow"

"it's all hue lights"

wait WHAT

rewatches every previous yennen scene

"she could have written a letter" but the mail fraud

age has only done amazing things to cree summer's voice

"what porpoise"

"to go do Vegas"

"put it all on red"

"I'm putting it all into bitcoin"

"he's a cryptobro" "he IS the big bad!"

"you don't get the egg, but there's a code for each individual egg"

I made the poor decision to drink liquids during the watch party again

"that's that thing that I said!"

you know what it makes me think of lernie from hades

this is not a complaint

GOD I mentioned an artbook and now I want it so bad

thordak: talking mad shit for someone in thagomizer range

sketchy vax wings?!

sketchy vax wings!!

"it's not over for all you lefthanded people"

"my wife's a lefty and every morning I say the same thing"

"don't worry laura, you'll be something someday"

The Internets

where's that comic that always makes me cry with the AWNP lines over That Counterspell

matt dropped out of art school to be a rules lawyer

ghibli keyleth!!

cASSeteria

"now you've made me sad" "GOOD"

"fifteen seasons and a movie trilogy"

"he's the EP so he said he gets the killing blow"

"is that you writing" "he uses a typewriter"

"oh god I have to do this again"

[liesareeasier]

'Home To Hawkins' Chapter 10: Lighting Fires

‘Home To Hawkins' is an Eddie Munson/ Stranger Things Inspired Fanfiction

By: MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s another chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I’ll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be smut and mature content in this chapter/ story, so please stop reading if you’re not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

~ Abbey, the writer. :) <3 xx

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Word Count: 8,000 words :)

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A/N:

A/n: Hello there! Sorry for a late update. I was busy tonight and meant to get it posted earlier, but wanted to make sure it was fully edited before putting it out. I hope you all are liking this story so far. I'm really having so much fun writing it. I was nervous to start writing this story, because I had been working on an outline for it for so long, but your support and reads mean so much to me. Every singe one of you who read my story make me feel so good, so thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I'll post a note on here soon with my social media links, so you can get updates before I post my chapters. Thanks for reading!!!

xx, abbey, the writer c:

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The piercing beep from the alarm clock going off was loud enough to wake the dead, so I couldn't help but laugh when Eddie slapped the clock to turn it off and pulled a pillow right over his head. He let out a series of adorable grunts before turning over a few times and falling back asleep. I wasn't as lucky as him since I had to get a shower in and be at work soon.

I softly kissed my sleeping Eddie on his shoulder before slipping out of bed. The room was nearly pitch black, so I turned on the small lamp on the desk to hunt for some clothes to wear. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the beautiful flowers that he had gotten me sitting on the desk.

The faint, floral aroma from their petals filled the room with the most delicious smell. Eddie truly surprised me last night with how thoughtful and sweet he was. I had suspected that he had this side to him and felt lucky that I was the one he allowed to see it. No matter how rough or spirited he usually came off, it felt like a front at times. He seemed to be his true, gentle self in front of me. I appreciated that side of him.

After going to stare at the flowers some more, I seriously needed to start getting ready. When I was trying to find an outfit, I suddenly realized how clean the room was. The shirts and pants that had been strewn about from last night's outfit search were folded on the plaid chair in the corner. My makeup that had been strewn across the desk was all back in its bag and the extra pillows from the bed were now stacked neatly next to the side of it.

Oh my god... Eddie cleaned the room after I passed out last night... The guy who barely cleans his own room did this for me...

A couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I dug through my bag for an outfit. Figuring that I would have some marks visible on my neck and chest from Eddie, I grabbed an orange turtleneck with a striped collar and cuffs, my black jeans, some back cotton underwear, and a matching bra. I gazed over at Eddie who was cuddled up in bed as I walked to the bathroom. I hoped that I wouldn't wake him but selfishly I wanted to see him before I left for work. I closed the door softly behind me and started getting ready for my long day.

I was a bit nervous to meet with Luke at the movie theater today. The pressure I was putting on myself was probably the source of my anxieties, and not based on any real reason for fear, but navigating being a business owner was proving to be even more stressful than I had originally thought. Not like I believed that it would be easy, but I had more riding on the video store being successful than I had first thought.

I didn't plan for this opportunity to turn into what it had. I met some incredible people in this town and now felt like I owed it to them for this deal to work out. We could make it on our own but I wanted something more, something meaningful to come out of my time here.

Coming here was only supposed to be temporary at first but it felt like my home again. What I was building with Robin, Steve, Eddie, Max, and the others was making it worth it to stay. I had never felt pressure like this before in my life and I was hoping that I was up to the challenge. I had people that were depending on me; I simply couldn't fail them.

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After taking a steaming shower and getting dressed, I made my way back out to the bedroom. I had my hair wrapped in my towel and sat at the desk to start doing a light face of makeup. Luckily, I didn't need to cover my hickeys since my turtleneck was doing the job. I loved seeing them on my skin but nobody else needed to. I could practically still feel Eddie's lips on me and wanted nothing more than to just stay in bed with him all day, but that would have to wait for another time.

Maybe after I hire a store manager I can finally take a day off to spend with him... I just can't leave the store when we only have a few employees on staff... Though, I would love to rile Steve up and schedule him alone with Keith for a day... Hmm...

When I was just finishing my mascara, I heard Eddie stirring over in the bed. I took the towel off of my head, shook out my already brushed hair, and went to lay with Eddie for a minute. I'd have to leave soon for work but I didn't want to start my day without cuddling with him. Eddie sleepily wrapped his arms around me as he cuddled up to my side. He looked up at me, flashed a cute, drowsy half-smile, and rested his head on my chest.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he mumbled as he struggled to stay awake.

"Good morning, Eds," I said as I leaned down to kiss him on his forehead. "I'm about to leave for work but I'm glad I got to see you."

"Mm, can't you just stay here?" He sweetly asked as he held me tighter to him.

"I wish I could, trust me I do, but soon I can," I answered, trying to hide my sadness. I wished more than anything that I could tear my clothes off and never leave this room but I didn't have a choice.

I continued as he gazed up at me, "I have to meet with a potential partner today and get interviews set up for this week. Once we have a manager and a larger staff, I can take a couple days off."

"I'd like that," he said as he leaned up to kiss me.

Our lips moved rhythmically together for a moment before Eddie pulled away and cupped my face in his hands, "well, what are your plans for tonight? Wanna stay over at my place?"

"I'd love to," I said as I kissed him once more before starting to get out of bed.

"Perfect. I want you to meet my uncle," he said with a budding grin.

"Doesn't he work nights?" I wondered as I grabbed my bag and started looking for my keys, which I was always losing.

"He does, he does," Eddie said as he sat up in bed and continued nervously. "He'll be home before you leave for work in the morning. I know it's kind of weird timing, and you don't have to say yes, but the offer is there."

"I really want to, Eddie. I've just been wondering when you'd ask me," I assured him as I grabbed my keys that were hiding on the corner of my desk and walked back over to the side of the bed.

I slipped the room key off of the ring and handed it to Eddie before continuing, "I'll come by after work if that's okay. I can't wait to meet him. And here, please take this. Stay here until you wake up some more and I can just get it from you later."

Eddie sat up on his knees in the bed, grabbed the key from me, and pulled me in for another kiss. I dropped my bag next to me and joined him in the bed for just a minute more. I wrapped my legs around him, straddling him while our lips moved together. He held me around my waist and tangled his free hand in my damp curls. I had to force myself to pull away, fearful that if I stayed for a moment longer, I would throw all of my responsibilities out the window.

"Fuck, baby... do you have to go?" Eddie teased as he held onto my hand as I stood up to grab my bag.

"No, let's stay in here forever and never leave," I joked.

"Sounds like a pretty good plan to me," Eddie said with that devilishly pretty smile of his. "No, but seriously, I'll drop your keys off to you today. What time is your meeting?"

"Noon, so I should be back to the store by one, but who knows... This guy didn't sound too thrilled on the phone so I might be back sooner than that," I said with an eye roll, dreading the potential failure that awaited me.

"I'm sure it'll go just fine. You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Don't doubt yourself," he said as he stood up out of bed to hug me.

I wrapped my arms around him, drinking in every last second before I left. This was just the boost of confidence that I needed. I was usually so sure of myself but just couldn't shake that mounting pressure that I had put on myself. Eddie's assurance truly made me feel like everything was going to work out.

It will... It has to...

"By the way," Eddie continued, "I'm sorry again about the fire last night. I really hope that didn't ruin it. I know you said that it didn't but..." he trailed off, trying to read my reaction but I couldn't help but smile.

"Please stop apologizing about it. It wasn't your fault. Like you said, we just didn't notice how windy it had gotten. I was a little preoccupied with how good you made me feel," I said as I leaned up for one more kiss. "You called Dustin last night, right?"

"I did, I did," he said as he sunk back into the bed and reached for the remote. "After you fell asleep, I remembered that I had to. I was so tired but I just couldn't fall sleep."

"Well, catch up on a little now. I'll see you at the store later, okay?" I said as I stood in the doorway to leave.

"See you later, Violet," he said with a wink.

"Bye, Eds," I said with a wave as I slipped out the door.

I started up my car and popped in some Fleetwood Mac to start my day. Still high from my night with Eddie, I made my way to the store. I was determined to make today work out for me. My grandparents were the kind of people who never gave up, and after all, I was doing this in their memory. I knew that they would be proud of me for taking on this challenge. I just needed to channel their energy and let it fuel me.

I've got this... I've got this... I've got this...

•••

When I pulled into the lot, I could see Keith's car parked out front. He wasn't sitting inside, so he must have been waiting for me out back. I was trying not to let Steve's judgment of him get into my head, but he was pretty boring. That kind of energy was exactly what I needed to relax this morning, though. I'd take boring any day over having someone like Paul back on our staff.

I made my way around to the back of the store and saw Keith leaned up against the wall. He gave me a wave and grumbled hello, seemingly tired, but trying to perk up judging by the coffee in his hand. I was jealous since I hadn't stopped at the diner today but I didn't want to be too jittery from caffeine at my meeting later.

Hopefully, I would be able to stay awake through the day without it. Robin and Steve were coming in at 11:30, so I'd be able to finish the shift with them. They always put me in a good mood, so regardless of how the meeting was going to go, I knew that the end of my shift would make me happy. I wished that I could fast-forward through time until after the meeting to when I had planned on getting a large coffee to properly wake up, but since I lacked the superpowers to do so, I'd just have to wait until then.

•••

The morning with Keith went by swimmingly. We had a few customers but nothing we couldn't handle. We spent the time tending to them, restocking the snacks that we had run out of because of the Halloween sale, and putting back all of the returns from the return box. There were a decent amount due to the holiday weekend but they were mostly horror, action, and kids' movies, so they were easy enough to organize.

With the clock ticking down the minutes to my meeting at the theater, Robin and Steve came bursting through the door a few minutes before their shift was slated to start. They were laughing with each other about something. I couldn't figure out what the source of their smiles was until they walked closer to the cash registers, where I was standing.

Clutched in Steve's hands was the Michael Myers mask that Eddie must have left in his bathroom on Saturday night. My heart grew hot with slight embarrassment as I tried my best to keep a reaction off of my visibly stunned face. Steve would just love it if he riled me up and I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction.

Steve greeted me with a smug smile and a wink as he and Robin approached, "hey there, killer. Think your boyfriend left this in my bathroom."

"Steve, I told you to leave that in the damn car," Robin said as she tried to snatch the mask from his hands but he kept a tight grip on it

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Robin," Steve said as he held it out to me and I grabbed it from him.

Steve continued as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, "this belongs to Violet here."

"Hi Steve, thanks," I said calmly as I felt my skin flush. "Hey, Robin!"

"Hey! I'm gonna go put my bag away and get clocked in," she said as she turned her attention back to Steve. "I suggest you do the same and leave her alone."

"He's fine," I said before Steve could speak. "I'll get it back to Eddie."

Robin and Steve went to put their things away in their lockers while I waited for them in the front of the store. I tucked the mask into my bag before they got back. I needed to head out soon to get to the theater on time, since it was in the next town over, but I still had a few minutes until I had to leave.

Thankfully, Robin came back out before Steve. The action of him bringing that mask into work was starting to piss me off. We had such a good night the other night and the last time I saw him, he was thanking me up and down for helping him. Steve could be hard to read sometimes but I felt like he was annoyed with me or something. I was hoping that wasn't the case but I could tell that there was something up with him. Finding out what was wrong would have to wait until later and bother me until then.

"Hey, sorry about cranky pants. I don't know what crawled up his ass today," Robin said quietly as she came right up and gave me a hug after clocking in.

"It's fine," mouthed back as I pulled away and Steve approached.

After giving them the breakdown for the day, I continued, "so, you guys will be okay until I get back?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine, boss," Steve replied.

"We can handle anything! Don't worry about coming back in," Robin said with a reassuring smile.

"Well, Eddie has my keys, so he has to stop by the store today. I'll be back right after my meeting with coffees for you guys," I said with a slant smile, thinking once again about our wonderful night together.

"Your room keys?" Robin asked as she raised a curious eyebrow at me. "He stayed over again?"

"Yes. He um- he took me on a date last night and it was pretty late, so yes, he stayed over," I answered.

"Good for you," Steve grumbled under his breath, thinking I couldn't hear him but he was mistaken.

"Okay, in that case, you better come back here and tell me everything," Robin said.

"Will do. I have to get heading out now, but I'll be back as soon as I can," I said and turned my attention to Steve. "Everything alright Steve?"

"Yeah, fine," he said as he shrugged. "Can we talk for a sec before you leave, though?"

"Yeah, do you mind talking while I walk to my car?" I asked as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

"After you," he said as he held his arm out, pointing toward the door.

"Bye Robin," I said as we started making our way outside. "Iced mocha, right?

"See you later, with all the juicy details," Robin teased with a wave. "And yes! A large please."

"You got it," I smiled back as Steve held the door open for me.

"You two and your coffee addiction," Steve laughed with a joking eye roll.

At least I hope he's joking... I hate feeling like he's mad at me for something...

Steve stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked with me out to my car. For the life of me, I couldn't gauge how he was feeling or where this conversation was going to go. I also didn't have much time to talk, but I wanted to hear him out. Whatever was bothering him, I owed him that much. He had been a good friend to me since I got into town.

"What's up, Steve?" I asked as I leaned against the hood of my car, its cold surface sending a slight chill through me.

"Nothing I- I know you have to leave but I was wondering if we could hang out later. I need someone to talk to about-" he said, stopping his train of thought as a puzzled look graced his face and I could instantly feel what this was regarding.

"About Nancy?" I boldly asked as I fished my keys out of my bag.

"How'd you know?" He asked as the confused look on his face grew even more.

"I just figured," I answered. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know... She called me yesterday and it's been driving me wild," he said as he ran his hands frantically through his flowing brown hair.

He continued as I started unlocking my car, "do you have time to come over today?"

"I'll meet you there after work," I said as I rated my hand on his arm.

"You sure? You and Max or Eddie don't have plans or anything?" He asked.

"Of course I'm sure. I'm hanging out with Eddie tonight but my afternoon is open. You'll be okay until then?" I reassured and wondered.

"Thank you so much," he said in a much lighter tone as he pulled me in for a hug.

I wrapped my arms around his slim frame and held him close for a minute. I knew that he needed someone to comfort him. It hurt seeing him so down and I would do anything in my power to help him.

He continued when we moved apart, resting his hands in his back pockets, "you guys seem really good, by the way. I've never seen Eddie so happy before."

"He's pretty incredible," I said, not able to hide my embarrassingly giddy smile. "He took me on the sweetest date last night. I um- I wasn't expecting to meet someone like him."

"I can't wait to hear about it when you get back," he smiled knowing that his friend was happy. "Now get your ass to that meeting before you're late! Good luck today."

"Bye Steve, and thank you," I said as I ducked into my car.

"Drive safe. I'll see you later," he said as he closed my door behind me and waved as I started up my car.

He stood near the front door of the video store as I started leaving the parking lot. I waved back to him and cranked the music in my car. I couldn't help but wonder how Steve's conversation with Nancy went.

What did she say?! Fuck... I hope he's okay... I hope he can open up to Robin a bit before I get back... How did it go?! Good? Bad? God... This is going to drive me crazy...

Thoughts about what they could have possibly talked about consumed my thoughts as I made my way to the theater. I tried my best to stay focused on the road, but the map I was following and my short conversation with Steve were taking up a lot of my attention. I bobbed my head aging with my music and tried to refocus on the task at hand. The sweet voice of Stevie Nicks was just the medicine that I needed to get me back on track.

•••

My nerves were flowing through me as I pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater. There were a few cars in the lot, presumably there for some matinee shows, and I hoped that they would still have enough time for the meeting. The tone of the guy on the phone was still ringing in my ears. I was probably just reading the situation wrong and I needed to shake off my hesitations so that today's meeting would be successful.

I pulled myself together, turned down the music in my car, and went to get out. Before I shut my door, I remembered the Michael Myers mask taking up a large space in my bag. I grabbed it out and whipped it onto the front seat. The last thing I needed in my meeting was to be reminded of Eddie. He'd quickly take up all my thoughts and I needed to try to be serious.

I'm a business owner now... I have to secure this deal for the store... Gag with me a spoon... I sound like such a square...

There wasn't anyone standing in the ticket window when I walked up, so I decided to just head straight inside. The delicious smell of popcorn smacked me in the face when I swung the door open. A few people were in line for the concessions and not many employees walking around, so I took my spot in the queue and waited for someone to be available to talk.

After the customers in front of me were done ordering their popcorn, candy, and sodas, I was next in line. I was greeted by a brunette, high-school-aged girl which a large smile. She asked me what movie I was here to see and what she could get for me, but I told her my real reason for being there.

"Hi, I'm actually here to see Luke. We have a meeting set up for noon," I said as I shifted nervously on my feet and clutched onto my bag.

"Okay, I'll go grab him. He's been in the office all morning," she said. "I'll be right back."

"Thank you so much," I said as I moved off to the side to stay out of the way of any other customers.

After a couple of minutes of waiting, the girl who greeted me took her spot back behind the concession counter and a man started making his way toward me. He was tall, mid-thirties, and had a video-game nerd meets hippie vibe about him. His long, black hair was twisted up in a bun and he was wearing a floral button-down shirt with brown slacks. He greeted me with a serious look and a firm handshake.

"Hello. Violet, I assume? I'm Luke," he said as he released my hand.

"Yes, hello," I said with a false sense of confidence. "Nice to meet you."

"You as well," he replied in a nicer tone than on the phone, making me drop my guard. "If you want to follow me to my office, we can chat in there."

"Perfect," I answered as I stared following him toward a red door in the back of the room, just past the row of theaters.

Luke closed to office door behind us, cutting us off from the low rumbles of the movies they had playing. I took a seat in one of the red leather chairs as he took his spot behind his black desk. Its surface was littered with papers and a few picture frames but they were turned around and I couldn't see what they held. I twisted my fingers together as we started what would hopefully be a fruitful conversation.

"So, you called talking about a partnership of some kind?" Luke started, not wasting either of our time by getting straight to the point of today.

"Yes, yes I did," I said as I relaxed my shoulders and tried to calm my nerves once more. "I'm the new owner of the Family Video over in Hawkins and we're looking for a theater to link up with."

"Hawkins? Okay, I thought you said that over the phone. Sorry, when you called the other day we were swamped so I apologize if I was a little rude or if I was short with you," he said as he leaned onto his elbows on the desk.

"Yes, Hawkins. My grandparents owned the store before me and they passed it down to me," I said. "And you don't need to apologize for anything. I understand."

"So, what would this partnership look like in your eyes? What would be the benefit for us to, say, join up with you?" He asked as he stared pointedly at me.

I took a breath and a moment to gather my thoughts before responding, "I know it's a little bit strange, out of the ordinary if you will, but we'd love to set up a regular movie night with your theatre. We could promote new releases for you in our store and I heard that you've also shown old movies here in the past. I think we could have a good thing going here if we could work out the logistics."

"I see, I see," Luke said as he leaned back in his chair and took in what I said. "We've never done anything like this before..."

"I figured, and I know it could be a lot to ask. I only want us to both be successful and collaborating with another local company could provide some much-needed entertainment in our towns," I said, trying my best to convince him but feeling slightly underwater. I'd never negotiated a deal or run a business before and I wasn't sure what I was doing. I just knew that I had to try, no matter how uncomfortable of forward this felt.

"So, what do you have in mind specifically?" He asked curiously as his eyebrows raised and he scratched at his untrimmed beard.

"Well, I thought we could start out with one night a month," I started, taking a deep breath before continuing. "There's been a rise in theaters showing old movies that people might have missed on the first showing. We could provide the reels of film we want to show, some food for the guests, and advertise for the event in our store. I was thinking that we could do a different genre each month, keeping with whichever are the most popular here."

"We don't show the mainstream movies that people around here seem to go nuts for. You know that, right?" He asked.

"I do. That's why I called you specifically," I answered with a smile as I finally felt myself relaxing. "You guys show mostly indie and horror films, correct?"

"We do, we do," he answered with a slow nod.

"Well, with our established client base and your venue, I really think that we could both benefit from this," I said confidently.

"I'll tell you what," he started ominously as he leaned back onto his elbows. "I think so too."

A wave of relief swept over my body. Our conversation had been nerve-wracking but now it felt like my fears were all for nothing. This is just what our store needed and it felt overwhelmingly good to feel needed as well.

He continued since I was too happily stunned to speak, "let's start with what you said, one night a month. You can even pick the first movie that we show. If it goes well, we can talk about doing this more often and, if it goes well, expand from there."

"Wow, thank you so much. This is- thank you," I said as I stood up to shake his hand before sitting back down in the comfortable chair.

"Like I said, even though we've never done anything like this before, you have me interested. I also went to high school in Hawkins, so I have a sweet spot for my hometown," he said with a kind smile as he turned around one the photos on his desk to reveal him standing in front of the high-school. "It's nice that you want to help spread some interesting media to a town that needs it."

"That's all I want. I'm not trying to change this town, I just want to help," I said as I started gathering my bag back onto my lap. "When do you want to set up the first night?"

"I'll give you a call tomorrow to nail down the details regarding the time, film selection, and food, but how does two weeks from Friday work for you?" Luke asked.

"That sounds perfect," I answered.

"Here, write down the number for the store and your information on this," he said as he handed me a ballpoint pen and a thick stack of blue post-its. "I'll call you around one tomorrow to get everything sorted out."

"Amazing, thank you again," I said as I scrawled down my name, the store's address, and phone number.

"Of course. Anything to help out another local business owner. Well, I'm only a part owner here but still," he said as he stood up and I followed suit. "Here, I'll walk you out the front, partner."

Luke held out his hand for me to shake again before he led me to the front of the theater. He sent me on my way with a smile and a wave as he held the door open for me. I returned his favor and headed back to my car. I had to fight the urge to literally jump for joy and scream with excitement but held myself back from overly reacting until I got back to my car.

I hopped into the front seat and kicked my feet as I started up my car. I felt like I was high. The meeting had gone better than I thought. I'd gone into it so nervous for no reason at all. It felt like my efforts here were actually going to pay off. After the robbery during my first week here, I didn't know how the store was going to recover. This expansion and exposure were going to be great for the both of us.

Luke seemed like a nice guy once I sat down with him. I couldn't fault him for being grumpy during our first phone call. We'd started off a bit rocky but we were already planning our first event together and all of that was out the window and forgotten. I headed back to the store as I jammed out to some Fleetwood Mac, per usual.

Now to just pick the perfect movie for our first night... Fuck!!! I can't believe I did it... I really fucking did it...

•••

I had swung by the diner on my way back to the store to grab coffees for us. Keith had gone home for the day, so I just ordered three, but I definitely owed him one soon. He had been such a big help to me. He didn't have to stay on staff after the robbery but he did. I was grateful to have him and Robin and Steve standing behind me. I couldn't wait to tell them all about our new venture.

When I pulled into the parking lot, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Eddie's van parked out front. I was thankful for my timing and that I didn't miss him. The meeting had gone on a little longer than I had planned so I was excited that we could see each other, if only briefly during my shift.

I made my way through the front doors and was greeted by Robin who had a worried look on her face. I could hear Eddie and what sounded like Dustin bickering off on the side of the store, while Steve tried to calm Dustin down. I could tell that he was worked up about something serious as I handed Robin her drink and went over to deliver Steve's.

"What's going on?" I asked Robin as we made our way across the store.

"I'm not sure really. They just got here and then I saw you pulling in," Robin said as she took a sip of her iced mocha. "Damn, this is good. But Dustin was saying something about the lake and Eddie being irresponsible, so I'm just as curious as you."

My stomach formed a pit and a rush of heat shot through my body. I swore that we had put the fire out last night but maybe we hadn't. There had been some damage from the embers that had caught on the blankets, but it wasn't anything too serious. I hoped that I was just jumping to conclusions but Dustin's panicked tone when I approached told me that we had royally fucked up last night.

"Oh, here she is. She can explain, Henderson," Eddie said in an anxious tone as Robin and I approached. "Tell him, Violet. Tell him we put that damn fire out."

"What fire?" Robin asked before I could speak.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

"We did, we put it out, Dustin. I swear," I said before turning my attention to answer Robin. "We had a fire out by the lake last night and some of the embers caught the edge of the blanket we were on, but it was out when we left, I promise it was."

"Holy shit," Robin said as she took a long sip of her drink.

"Well, no you guys didn't," Dustin said frantically to Eddie. "The whole blanket, the pillows, and the base of the tree next to it were lit up like a damn Christmas tree when Mike and I went to clean up last night. You guys are lucky my generator was fine and the tv didn't explode. That would have made it even worse."

"Henderson, I told you. Violet told you. We put that damn fire out," Eddie said as he scooted next to me.

"Then why is he in here freaking out?" Steve wondered as I passed his black coffee to him and he took a swig.

"Because none of you are listening to me, seriously," Dustin replied.

"No, we are," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Are you guys okay? You got it out, right?"

"Yeah, we did. It took almost the whole lake to put it out but thankfully Mike had some empty McDonald's cups in his car. We filled them up about a million times and got it put out eventually," Dustin said as he scratched his head.

"Eddie, how did it catch again? It was out when we left. I know it was..." I trailed off as a fearful chill crept up my spine.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know," Eddie answered as he slipped his arm around my waist to comfort me.

"Well, someone needs to figure this out because this wasn't some normal fire," Dustin insisted.

"What are you saying?" Steve and Robin asked in unison as they stared at Dustin.

"I'm saying that something didn't feel right," he replied.

"So we're here fighting where we work because of a 'feeling' you have. Here we go," Steve said with air quotes as he dramatically rolled his eyes.

"Hear him out, Steve," Robin said seriously.

"Clarify, Henderson, clarify," Eddie suggested as he seemed to be taking Dustin's fears more seriously.

"I'm not doing this again. There are customers coming in that need help," Steve said as he brushed past us and went to help two guys who had just walked in

"The fire was bright red and took way more water to put out than I should have," Dustin started before continuing after taking a long breath. "At one point, it started to grow again right as Mike dumped a full, large cup of water onto it. I'm telling you, it was fucking weird."

"Language," Eddie scolded.

"Whatever. I need you guys to take me seriously," Dustin said.

"We are, Dustin. Here, go grab a movie and some snacks on the house," I said as I led Dustin over to the middle of the store before heading back over to Robin and Eddie.

Steve came back over since the customers were already checked out as Dustin perused the store for something to watch. I could tell that he just needed a distraction to calm down. I wasn't trying to manage him or push him out of the conversation, but we could figure this out without further stressing him out.

"So, the kid has a point, doesn't he?" Steve asked as he leaned against a display and crossed his arms.

"I think he does," I said as I rolled my lips nervously together. "Why does this keep happening?"

"What do you mean by that, Vi?" Robin asked as they all stared at me.

"Well, Dustin said that the fire was glowing red and it just kind of clicked," I answered nervously.

"What clicked, babe?" Eddie asked as he stood back and crossed his arms, matching Steve's worried energy.

"That first night I came to your house when I almost just that deer, I didn't tell you everything. Its eyes- its eyes were glowing bright red. I thought it could have just been because of my headlights or that I was seeing things but now..." I trailed off for a moment before continuing. "After the robbery, there were some bright embers in the trash can where Paul had burned our records. It looked kind of strange but brushed it off. And then last night, when Eddie and I were um- talking in the van, the fire picked up out of nowhere. We fully put it out. I know we did. This makes no sense."

"Jesus, Violet," Steve said as he threw his arms up. "Why the hell didn't you say anything until now?"

"Let up, Stevie," Eddie defended me as he mocked Steve.

"He's fine," I said. "You're right, Steve. I should have told you guys. I just thought I was making something out of nothing."

"What the hell do we do?" Robin asked. "I mean- it can't be... We can't do this again. It can't be..."

"It's not, Buckley, it's not," Eddie said as he tried to calm her down. "Look, it's just gotta be a coincidence. If something else happens, then we can do something about it."

"This seems like just a lot to ignore, Eddie," Robin said, unable to hide the worried quiver in her voice.

Their collective fear was palpable and I felt sick to know that I had kept this a secret from them. I truly thought nothing of the strange happenings until last night. I didn't want to worry them any more than they already were, but I couldn't brush this off this off any longer.

"No, she's right, Eds," I said as I went to stand next to Robin, wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and rubbed her arm with my fingers to calm her down. "This is all too weird to ignore now. I can't begin to imagine what you guys have gone through before, and I hope that this isn't that, but we can't just ignore all of this."

"Shit, no, I know," Eddie said as he rubbed at his chin nervously. "What the hell do we do?"

"Okay, okay... Fill Henderson in when you guys leave and try not to work him up too much," Steve suggested. "Until we know what this is, we need to try and stay calm. This could just be nothing, after all. I love Dustin, obviously trust the kid, but he does have a tendency to get a little too worked up sometimes."

Steve sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as us. He patted Eddie on the shoulder as he went to help Dustin narrow down the selections that he was juggling at the front counter. I stood with Eddie for a moment as Robin pulled away from my touch and walked to the back room to collect herself.

I leaned over and wrapped myself around Eddie. He held me tightly as I tried to stay calm but I could tell that he was just as worried as I was. He almost felt like he was shaking and I held onto his hand as I pulled away.

"So, you guys think this is the Upside Down place, don't you?" I asked as I looked into his soft brown eyes.

"I really fucking hope not. I don't want to drag you into all of this. I never wanted this," he said as he brushed my hair behind my ear with his free hand.

"You're not, Eddie. If this is that, I want to help but I hope it's nothing," I said as I faked a smile.

"We're going to figure this out. I'm so sorry baby," Eddie said as we started walking to the front of the store.

I didn't want Eddie to leave but I needed to get back to work. We'd have all night to hang out and talk, even if it was about this. He made me feel safe and there was nobody else that I wanted to spend tonight with. We stood by the front counter for a minute while he gave me back my room key.

"I don't really want to give these back," Eddie teased as he fished my keyring out of his jacket pocket and reluctantly handed them over to me.

"You can stay over whenever you want," I said as I tucked them into my bag and took a sip of my nearly empty iced mocha.

"So, I'll see you tonight?" He asked.

"Yes. What time should I come over?" I asked.

"Whenever you're free. I'll be home all night," Eddie said with a pretty smile.

"Okay, well, I'm stopping by Steve's on my way home then I just have to pack a little bag and I'll be over. So, I'll probably get there at 6, if that's okay," I said.

"Perfect. See you then, sweetheart," Eddie said as he held my face in his hands and I leaned in to kiss him.

This was the first time that anyone had seen us kiss, so we had to keep it appropriate. Even though we were in my workplace, I couldn't help myself. I kissed him softly a few times before I forced myself to step back. Thankfully there weren't currently any customers in the store to see us but I couldn't ignore the stares from Robin, Dustin, and Steve. They quickly started to pretend like they were busy when I looked their way and my cheeks flushed.

"Shows over kids," Eddie said to them with a laugh before looking back at me. "And I'll see you tonight." He smiled at me and started holding the door open for Dustin to follow him. 

"Thanks for these, by the way," Dustin said to me as he held up a movie and some candy he'd picked out. "Sorry for doing this here. These idiots just never listen to me."

"It's okay, Dustin and you're welcome," I said. "Bye Eddie."

Eddie winked at me before grabbing Dustin lightly by the shoulder and leading him back to his van. I was trying to process everything that happened but I still had to get some work done in the back before we left today. There were only a couple more open hours here and I wanted to get a jump on preparing for our store manager interviews this week. I wasn't sure if it could, but the fire issue would have to wait until later. I walked past Steve and Robin talking to each other and made my way into the office, trying to hide my worried expression all the while.

•••

When the store had been locked and the drawers were counted, we were all ready to head out. Steve just had to drop Robin off at her place and I was going to meet him at his. I still needed to fill Robin in on my date with Eddie, but that would just have to wait until tomorrow. She had heard the gist of it when Dustin was here earlier and my brain was in a million other places.

We all walked out the back and over to our cars together. I wished that Steve would open up to Robin about the drama with Nancy but I wasn't going to push him. He knew that Robin and Nancy were friends and probably just didn't want to make her feel like she was in the middle. Since I wasn't going to be seeing her until tomorrow, I pulled her in for a long hug before we left each other. I still hadn't told her about my meeting with Luke but we had others things to figure out, and it was far from my mind at this point.

"I'm so sorry about all of this, Robin. I promise I'll do anything to help, whatever this is," I said when I pulled back.

"It isn't your fault, Vi. I hope it isn't what we think because- because damn it that would fucking suck," Robin said as she ran her fingers through her messy hair. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I can pick you up before work if you want me to," I offered.

"I'd love that," she said as she tried to smile but couldn't quite fake it.

"Everything is going to be okay, Robin. I swear we'll figure this out," I said trying to reassure her.

"Sure, sure. See you later," she said as she waved and ducked into Steve's car.

"I'll meet you at my place," Steve said with a slanted smile.

"I'll wait for you there," I said to him as I unlocked my car door. "Drive safe."

"You too," Steve said as he got into his car and turned it on as he closed his door.

Today had been such a long day and it was far from over. I switched from my Fleetwood Mac tape to a Metallica one. I needed to zone out before this inevitably heavy conversation with Steve. I tried as hard as I could to put the stresse of today far behind me, cranking up the heavy music as I made my way to his house.

Fuck... This can't be the Upside Down... It just can't be... From what Max said, they had destroyed it... Right?! Oh god... I don't want them to have to face this again... Can I face this?! Can I handle this?! Fuck...

[iloveasunflower]

Roland's Tour Diary: 7th November

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Sunday, November 7, 2004 Greetings from the "Road"! More than two weeks have past since we played Austin and after tonight (Milwaukee), the ELAHE tour should become a bit of a cakewalk. We're looking at plenty of days to rest our weary voices and time to hopefully get in some tennis. We were spoilt, very early on, when we played New York City as only our third show. Everything snapped in to place that night and it was especially significant for me, having friends who flew from England, and my sons, really for the first time, experiencing their Dad, doing what he does best (well apart from a few other things!). I think Pascal (my youngest) has developed a taste for the rock 'n' roll lifestyle, jumping around the tour bus like he was king of the hill! Since then, we've been surprised by the warmth and enthusiasm of the audiences. Last night (Columbus), on leaving the venue, a fan commented that having seen TFF in concert seven times, this was by far the most relaxed she'd seen us - ah well, that should scotch any rumours about on-tour tensions. After the show, it was on the bus for some very unhealthy pizza and a classic "Animal House" DVD (why don't women wear underwear like that anymore?) - an overnight drive took us to Milwaukee which is where I am writing this, in my bath robe, waiting for my hair to dry!!!!!!!!!! I have been grabbing the opportunity while we trundle along for hours in our rather plush tour bus ;), to program up another tune from 'The Hurting' (wait and see). It would be so nice to play all the songs that people want to hear - 'Woman in Chains' being an obvious one that is missing from the set - we played it in NY with a guest vocalist (the superb Amy Keys) and she will be performing with us on the west-coast. No songs from RATKOS either - I was touched last night to see a guy down the front with the most impressive tattoo of the Raoul Insignia - I'm tempted to get one myself! I will update you , from time to time, to let you know who is winning the ongoing Gin Rummy tournament, how many of Curt's cryptic crosswords we've managed to complete - who's up in doubles (tennis) and whether keyboard player Doug Petty manages to develop a backhand. Well, time to get ready for soundcheck! Tomorrow is...................... another day!

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

"Yeah, that's true, that requires quite some braveness and confidence to risk making a mistake in front of thousands of people!", he agreed, patting the other's shoulders meanwhile as he stood behind him and looked at their both reflections in the mirror. "Like not too long ago my pants ripped on stage and everyone could see my fucking underwear!" But for him this was nothing but fun so he had not cared much about it - and laughed right now once again of it in retrospect. "But I know what you mean though because composing songs in a windowless room and saying goodbye to the world outside can become some otherworldly experience! Just you and the magic behind your eyes!" With this he pointed at a spot between the other's eyebrows. "I get that not everyone can fully lose their mind on stage. Especially when you're rather introverted, heh?" Teru himself was to described best as an ambivert probably; he was /very/ outgoing when he met with friends and colleagues, always trying hard to be the center of attention with being loud, crazy and charming - and half naked quite often as well. But just as much he needed the days, weeks and months he spent in his studio, completely on his own, without any interactions.

"I wanna see the pics though!", he informed Hajime and played with his curls a little since they looked so inviting, ruffling them a little. Physical contact was the most normal thing for Teru and he liked it lots to share it with his friends and his fans. Having made it to make the other smile like this he felt warm and happy inside so he definitely wanted to proceed doing so while spending some quality time with Hajime. "Promise! The best things are cheap anyway or even come for free!" He winked. Money wasn't something he needed to worry about at all and sometimes he definitely enjoyed some luxury, but just as much he was content with spending time in nature, for example. "I know a nice little karaoke bar", he suggested right away and told the other the address of it. Then he got ready to leave - but paused when he had already shouldered his bag. "Wait! Something is missing." With this he fumbled on one of his necklaces, loosened the clasp and then laid the silver piece of jewellery around Hajime's neck. "But give it back, yeah?", he whispered in his ear, gave him a quick hug from behind and pulled away then. "See you! And don't forget to smile like that for the cam, too!"

While Hajime wasn't used to physical affection, he also very clearly didn't mind it. He tried not to seem too awkward about it, but he never knew how to react to it, either. It was just another little thing he beat himself up about mentally on a regular basis, especially around Teru. In fact, Hajime just didn't quite grasp how to be affectionate at all. It was something that had just never come up during his years of physical therapy and such.

He soon stood up himself, stretching some before looking over towards his bag that he had tossed into the corner of the room before looking at Teru once again. Hearing the address that was rattled off to him, he managed to pull his phone out to quickly type it onto a notepad. His memory wasn't the greatest when it came to things he couldn't repeat, which became frustrating when he compared it to music. It made sense to take hours or days to memorize how to play a song, but simple names? Addresses? Phone numbers? Those felt impossible at times to him to remember.

"I'll let you know when I'm done with the photo shoot, and we'll meet up." The guitarist smiled at the other, starting to turn to grab his bag when he suddenly felt the necklace being placed around his neck. He glanced down at the piece of jewelry, trying to get a better look at it when he suddenly felt the others arms wrapped around him. "...Ah, right. If we're meeting up tonight, then I have no choice but to give it back, right?" His face was bright red as he walked over to his bag, picking it up and slinging it across his own body.

"I'll see you soon. You better show up, too!" He followed Teru out of the room, heading off to his studio down the street. It was only three or so hours later when he sent a text message to Teru, sipping at an energy drink as he stood outside of the studio building.

[SMS] I just finished with the photo shoot. Should we meet up now?

[honeymaki]

havin soo many thoughts about bumping clits with a whiny bimbo, holding each other’s waists so tightly cuz it feels so good nd sloppy🥺

Pairing: Pieck x reader + (Porco, Reiner, Zeke, Mikasa mention)

Warnings: fem reader (no pronouns + fem genitals), implicit body description (tummy fat + pubic hair), tribadism, dumbification, bimbo!reader, bimbo!pieck, multiple orgasms, squirting, dubcon photography (previous consent given), cigarette/ alcohol mention, Zeke mention, not edited

So what if you’re both the clumsy whiny bimbos? Porco thought he struck out when you moved in, always knocking over things and spilling things down yourself, leaving sopping panties in the bathroom or bras strewn down the corridor, skimping around whenever his friends came over with pizza and beer and getting too drunk too quickly, plastering yourself to whichever girlfriend he had at the time ‘cause “I’m too tired Pock, are you guys gonna stay all night?”.

His girlfriends always seemed to break up with him a few days after having you squirming and curling next to them, talkin’ about lip gloss and perfume and what kind of vibrator did the job good. Strange.

It wasn’t until you - yes, you - got a girlfriend did he notice how much of a missed presence you were at his little pizza gatherings. Pieck was nice, a sweet little thing with tired eyes and the prettiest smile, but also undeniably stupid, as stupid as you with her bruised knees and constantly broken nails. She wasn’t as high maintenance as you, didn’t leave underwear out or clean her dildos in the kitchen sink - in fact, after she started spending more time with you, your underwear seemed to disappear completely. Strange.

And those pizza nights? Where Zeke would introduce them to a new kind of beer or make Eren deliver a specific brand of cigarettes, where Reiner would spend most his time eyeing you and accentuating his thighs ripe for you to sit on, where Porco would grumble about you stealing his girlfriend or laughing when you dropped a slice of pizza down your front - those nights were gone, different, quieter, so quiet, almost silent beyond the gulping and smacking of lips against molten cheese.

Sure, you and Pieck sometimes make an appearance, sometimes separately if Pieck was coming in from work or together when you two trashed the kitchen trying to make a snack; but you two almost always stayed in your room when the gang came over, even if Porco invited you down for food and a drink,

“Issokay Pock, we wanna watch a movie tonight! And Pieck said I can practise eyeliner on her, she uses those stamps y’know? And she can never get it right, and she always loves my eyeliner so -,” and suddenly Porco is reminded why he prefers you secluding yourself in your room, so he doesn’t have to sit through you jabbering on about something stupid. And he is also reminded at the same time, about how thankful he is for Pieck because now, finally, you have someone to talk to, to fawn over, to lie on, to gaze longingly at that isn’t one of his girlfriends.

Like you are now, gazing down at your girlfriend who’s got cheap eyeliner staining streams down her cheeks and lipstick smeared over her chin. The movie is long forgotten, some period drama about prejudice that Yelena suggested. You got distracted, enormously distracted by how squirmy Pieck was being, how much she was whining and grumbling about sitting still for you, kept crinkling her eyes so the eyeliner messed up, kept readjusting her legs under yours till her knee was pressed to your crotch and her stupid top was halfway down her chest, and suddenly the eyeliner and the movie and the stupid get together downstairs meant nothing.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” a pillow falls to the floor, Pieck’s head dangerously close to the edge of the bed and she’s panting hard, gasping breaths fanning your collar bone and drying the spit she’d lathed over your skin. With her skirt flipped up over her hips, bunching with the fold of her belly, and threatening to cover the mess between her thighs; you hardly care for the banging of the headboard against the wall, or the rattling of your water bottle on your bedside table.

“Shut up, - you, fuck, don’t, go faster! - you were messing it up anyway,” Pieck’s statement diverges into a moan when you finally manage to hitch her thigh securely over your hip, opening her up better, easier, the slick of her pussy shining for a second before it’s smothered with yours,

“S’your fault for - nngh, Pieck - like, distracting - fuck! - me,” the feel of her against you, so hot, so soft and sugary and slippery, the harsh brush of her pubes against yours and the catching of her labia over your clit is just - you can barely speak, barely get a thought straight. One hand clawing into her hip, and the other hooking her thigh into the crook of your elbow, you speed up just a bit, swirling your pelvis and shuffling closer with every thrust against her.

“Faster! Please! - ,” Pieck throws her head back with a coo of your name, “No wait! Go a little - like - shit,”

You feel something shifting and suddenly Pieck is grinding back against you, up into you, foot planted into the mattress beside you so to give her enough momentum. Dropping your head to her chest, your mouth slobbers over her breasts, swelling and bouncing with every upward grind, whining when you can’t latch on properly.

“Stop I wanna, just stay there,” you can hear her grinding her teeth in concentration, the only time the two of you are actually smart enough to focus properly is when you’re both trying to cum messy and sloppy against each other. And god - fuck, you can feel her cunt pulsing and throbbing against yours, slipping and sliding hard enough, and fast enough to make echoing noises, filthy and lewd and knocking tears from your eyes. Her nails dig into your shoulder and your waist, trying to hold you still, keep you from grinding back down into her when she’s so close -,

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum! Right - right there don’t move!” For such a petit woman, she holds remarkable strength and Pieck fucks up against you, the leg still in your grasp tensing and kicking out, mouth opening with a howl. The sight alone is enough, the feeling of her spilling against you, into you, gushing against you, warm and sloppy and so messy that is has you cumming the same as her, crying out loud enough to leave a ringing in your ears and a cloud hanging low in your head, the world spinning and turning a fuzzy pink.

And you realise seconds later, that you’ve been flipped on to your back on to the remote for your fairy lights, and suddenly they’re pink and Pieck has put her hair up into a pony tail, looming over you with swollen lips and bitten breasts, cunt insistent against yours.

“I wanna - you cum first this time,” she’s slurring her words, grinding long and hard down against you, clit swirling clumsy and dirty over yours, and you can’t even form the words to reply. Not even a nod, if you don’t count the lolling of your head in time with her thrusts. Pieck’s got this deep flush to her skin, spreading down to her chest and mixing with the bruises you probably (?) sucked while you were cumming a moment ago. She’s sweating, drooling ever so slightly at the sight of your belly jiggling with how hard she’s grinding, barely lifting and slapping down, pussy hardly leaving yours for a second. It makes her go faster, makes her want to see all of you wobble and away and jolt with her actions,

“Pieck! Pieck! Pieck! Gonna - gonna ! Nngh fuck!” You’re chanting her name, shivering and shaking, belly tending and quivering, arms - you’re probably failing a bit because it’s too quick, too hard, coming too fast for you to say anything coherent, you’re gonna -, “gonna cum Pieck! Ma-I’m - ,”

You spasm with a wail, cunt gushing hard and wet, spraying with how quick and lithe your girlfriend fucks you through it. It soaks her skirt, a puddle between the two of you, dripping down your belly and shining pearly over your pubes. She slows down, doesn’t stop completely, but Pieck allows you to catch your breath, back returning to the mattress that’s bare with how hard you were tearing at the sheets. You’re both a mess, sweating and shiny, covering in cum and slick and spit, still fuckin’ grinding up against each other, the bedsheets crumpled beneath you, water spilt over your bedside table, fairy lights set to flicker - and yet, Pieck leans down and kisses your forehead, sweet and brief,

“After - can you still show me your eyeliner thing?” She reaches for her phone where it’s lodged beneath a stuffed dinosaur, opening an app and taking a photo, “look! It’s barely smudged!” She stares at the photo, at you, messy and bleary eyed and slack with pleasure, “What brand is it? Does it come in brown, cause I think Sasha said brown would suit me better,”

“Pieck,” your needy, whining whimper doesn’t go wholly unnoticed, squirming beneath your girlfriend with her inconsistent thrusts against you, as if continually forgetting she’s tribbing you and then suddenly remembering and delivering a hard, slick kiss of her cunt to yours, “after Pieck, wanna cum again, please - I promise I’ll do your makeup after,”

Pieck throws her phone down, still open on the picture of your fucked out face complete with perfect eyeliner before leaning down to kiss you, soft nibble and pecks to imitate the soft slicks of her pussy against yours,

“Mhm - then pizza after that? M’sure that new friend Mika might wanna see your eyeliner too! Maybe we can show her how good it stays on!”

[goobiegoobert]

spare some monty, freddy, and sun/moon nsfw hcs for the poor (horny)? 🙏🙏🙏

Catch me in your dreams, if you can that is. __________________ A/N: Feeding the rotters, drink up my guys there's gonna be a lot of it tonight <3 Warnings: Smut, highly suggestive, use of dom/sub dynamics, somnophilia, darcyphilia, breath play, mentions of blood read at your own risk. 18+ Only, minors interacting with this post will be blocked. [ GN pronouns used ] ( use of afab and amab language) __________________

Glamrock Freddy

➤ Very hesitant about things, and asks you constantly if everything's okay ➤ Powerhouse to practicing safe and healthy sex with you ➤ Safewords, aftercare routine, boundaries on your consent, and what he can do to you ➤ as the head of the band, it comes naturally for him to have you call him sir ➤ Doesn't think daddy fits and is generally discomforted by it since he's often dad figure to many and discourages it since it would be 'too inappropriate' ➤ Tbh it's only like that since Freddy would absolutely just go blank if someone during the day called him dad ➤ I will stand by this but he steals and has a stash of stolen underwear and I cannot understand why but it's just fucking there ➤ Huge fan of wanting to fuck to the rhythm of music, like dear fuck ➤ In all honesty, you feel dumbed down during your intimate moments with him for various reasons ➤ Afab? Would absolutely spend so much time messing around with your tits, allowing the cool metal to rub against it raising goosebumps across the bare skin simply admiring you ➤ Amab? overstimulation heaven, if you don't call the safe word Freddy will sit there for hours rubbing you out until you're satisfied ➤ More focused on your pleasure than his

Monty Gator

➤ Unlike how many people portray pictures Monty is further attracted to the little things about you ➤ Of course, he's an ass man but generally is obsessed with your thighs ➤ I feel he'd absolutely want to get their casing cracked or broken between your thighs ➤ Absolute powerhouse to fucking you in front of a mirror, especially the one in his greenroom ➤ Due to being absolutely massive Monty truly likes to see you squirm beneath him, honestly a huge power trip just seeing how massive he is compared to you at this moment ➤ Afab? Don't worry, he's absolutely obsessed with trying to see if you get a belly bulge from him and if he succeeds? You're doomed he'll never let it go or give it up ➤ Amab? You're in for a treat, he'd do anything to treat you right just remember your ass will be sore as fuck the next day, and your dick milked dry until he's finished with you ➤ Absolute hard dom, cannot picture it in any other way man ➤ Might be into a little swinging action if he's up to sharing and you're comfortable with it ➤ Mostly just to prove no matter who you get split on he'll always be better ➤ Wasn't the best in aftercare tbh, it took time to figure out how to take of you after everything ➤ First time after he offered you a cigarette seeing that others used it to calm down ➤ Favorite way to handle you is with your back pressed against his chest really gets him going ➤ Due to his sharp nails love to indulge in pain play often dragging them along your stomach and thighs to draw the little blood he can get ➤ Covered in bites from Monty, literally is obsessed with making sure you're covered with marks by the end giving you two at least a day or two of recovering before going at it again

Sunnydrop

➤ Oh boy, the biggest fucking switch here, sometimes he'll simply sit there asking what feels good to you until you're crying from the pleasure ➤ Huge on seeing you cry, yes he feels bad and will never say he likes it ➤ but deep down he tries every time to make sure tears stream down your face in a good way ➤ He and Moon are the ones without dicks, sure Monty and Freddy have it as their own video bs and etc but the daycare attendants have to make do with what they can ➤ Some wires are partially exposed and moveable that they get the sensation to and react with to reenact pleasures of sex ➤ will use your fluids of either natural lubricant or your cum to draw patterns into your skin. Likes to write his name a lot since it kinda gives the expression of writing claim to his art ➤ Afab? You'll be seeing stars by the time he's done and wanting the lights to turn off just for a break, in his brain despite not being able to have but always wondered what it'd be like if he could get you to sit on his face, ahem breeding kink he can't really do ➤ Amab? Your ass is grass, and he's mowing it, not very understanding what prep is at first so you'd have to teach him before they try entering you first go with a toy ➤ Most of the time sex ends with you exhausted and on the verge of passing out whilst Sun's stuck rebooting from overheating his system

Moondrop

➤ The lights are out? Man, good luck living until then ig ➤ You see, Sun has endless energy but when it comes to Moon with this he wants to push limits ➤ learned to set up safewords and specific parts of consent with you just in case since they get far too aggressive for normal people ➤ Don't tell me Moondrop doesn't have a somnophilia kink, c'mon I dare you ➤ Fucks you during your sleep or wakes you up with sex if he's ever in the mood ➤ It rarely happens but whenever Moon does want to have some fun just understand it will be long and punishing ➤ Sets up a reward system for you, such as getting a shorter nap time if you want that, snacks, you name it ➤ Fixated on the only praise used is the term Good Boy / Good Girl / Good pet ➤ Has choked you once on accident to make you shut the fuck up and just it's stuck to be a thing that happens now and again if you mention it's something you like to happen ➤ Focused on their personal curiosity to see just what you can handle as pleasure unless you want to fumble with his wires for a bit in the end ➤ You're afab? Weirdly has an obsession shared with Sun on being parents with you even if it can't really happen but does try to live out the fantasy ➤ Amab? Ohoho. I'm so sorry but your cock is broken by the end of this weeping and limp from the overuse and stimulation from this fucks experiments

[yikimiki]

Possessive reiner, pleasee💕💕

reiner x fem!reader | warnings: smut, college au, fingering, exhibitionism, public masturbation, dirty talk, possessiveness/jealousy

♡ ♡ ♡

Reiner comes behind you, his large torso bumping against your back as he slowly pushes your front against the messy kitchen counter. His voice is low and threatening when he speaks up, “We have to talk,” he says, one big hand landing on your hip. Reiner is not one to be so serious so suddenly, so your heart sinks in worry — is he feeling okay? Did something happen? But, before you can question him, he’s talking again. “Come sit down with me.”

You agree, letting him take you by the hand as you two skirt the intoxicated bodies in the crowded house-party, walking towards a couch nearby. There isn’t enough space for you two to sit down, however, but Reiner doesn’t flinch. He turns you around as he moves down, making you sit on his lap with your back facing him. He hums at the proximity, ignoring the curious gazes sent your way, and wraps both arms around your body, pushing you back against him.

“Is something wrong?” You ask. Besides not being so randomly serious, Reiner is not the biggest fan of PDA. So to feel his breath hot against your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder is... curious to say the least.

Reiner, however, ignores your question. “You look really fucking sexy in this,” he says, one large palm slithering down your hips, pausing where your skirt ends and the skin of your thigh begins. He sighs. “You’re the hottest girl in here, baby. I’ve been hard for so long now.” Reiner places a kiss against your neck — scorching, wet; running his tongue over the same spot. You shiver, biting your lower lip, and your hips move back just enough to brush against his hardened member. “Everyone wants to be me tonight, you know? I have you all to myself, don’t I?”

“Y-Yes,” you shiver. “But I don’t know what the problem is, Reiner. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

He hums, and the hand that is on your thigh dives beneath your skirt, making your breath hitch. You watch as he presses two fingers against your slit, moving slowly towards your clit. “Maybe later, baby,” he breathes out. You whimper when he presses down on it. “Wanna know what I’m thinking about?”

“What is it?” You ask. You feel your cheeks burning with such a public display — every time you look around, you catch a new inquisitive gaze from a stranger, just wondering what’s about to happen between you two — , but you don’t try to stop your boyfriend either. Reiner moves behind you, sinking down on the couch and making your cunt brush right over his erection.

“You’re making me so fucking hard, I can barely think straight.” His fingers push your underwear aside, losing no time before he gathers your arousal, trailing up your pussy. “All I want is to tear this pretty skirt from you and make you ride my cock in front of everyone. So all these people know who you belong to.” He groans when you shift around, trying to move away from the pressure of his digits on your clit. Reiner is much stronger than you, however, and one arm is enough to keep you in place. “Look at how wet you are, baby, and it’s all for me. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you echo mindlessly, eyes fluttering shut as you tilt your head back, leaning against his broad shoulder. Reiner looks down at you with hungry eyes, a spark of anger burning at the bottom of his irises. Part of you wants to know what got him so worked up — you’ve been checked out before in front of him, and he never showed you this kind of reaction. “Reiner...” you softly trail off, half-moaning his name, and for a moment he is lost in your beauty. “Tell me what got you so upset.”

He clicks his tongue and, for a moment, you see as the bliss moves away from his impassive features. There are slick, clicking sounds coming from between your legs now, his fingers making you fidget above him. Anyone who looks will know exactly what’s going on. “Heard these guys talking about how they want to fuck you,” he finally says. His fingers move down with no warnings, sinking inside you in one go. You almost moan out, but manage to muffle your cries against his neck. “All the things they want to do to you — my fucking girl. And I just couldn’t take it.” He smirks. “That’s why we’re giving them a show right now.”

You blink, embarrassed, and try to look around. “W-Where are—“

Reiner holds you by the jaw before you can find them, however, keeping your face in place. “When I’m with you, you look at me. Understand?” You nod, whining as he curls his fingers inside you just the right way. A little bit more and you’ll cum for sure. “You’re gonna be a good girl and look at me until you make a mess all over my fingers. And when we’re done, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t even care that the door is open.” Your pussy clenches around him at the though, a louder moan dripping past your lips as your orgasm approaches. Reiner smirks. “You like that, don’t you? Like when I show everyone who you belong to.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. “I’m all yours, Reiner, you know that.” You tell him, voice clogged up with lust. Your shaky, tiny hands are holding onto his strong forearm, and poor little you can’t even keep your eyes open for long — they just keep fluttering shut as you moan his name again and again m.

He knows what it means before you even say it.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Reiner commands.

And you do, throwing all your reservations out of the window as you gasp and moan in his hold, shamelessly rolling your pussy against his fingers. Reiner groans at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, his leaking cock throbbing inside his pants as his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry kiss. He swallows your cries as you come down from your high, but peeks through his heavy lids to look at the corner of the room, where he knows those two assholes are watching. Watching him take what is his. And no one else’s.

And he will take it again and again until they learn.