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samandcolbyownme · 5 months ago

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Summary: Anon request - "Heey, i hope u're good and i hope u're accepting requests. I'm in love with ur works and i was wondering if u could write a very smutty piece about Sam and the reader being best friends (she's living with snc, bc they've been best friends all their lives). Maybe lately both Sam and the reader start noticing each other a lot more than before, like y/n is studying one night and Sam comes back from his run, they have a late night snack and it's all blushy and cute. But the upcoming days there's a lot of sexual tension between them until Sam just decides to put an end to their friendship to become more. I hope it's ok ♥️"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, angst, hair pulling, choking, scratching, oral (f rec), fluff with filth

Word Count: 5.7k | Not Edited Yet

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You sat on the couch, lap top on your lap as you typed up your paper for school. It was quiet since Sam and Colby went out to meet someone about a possible exploration, so you put your headphones on to drown out the silence.

You were too zoned out on getting this thing written that you completely missed the text Sam sent which stated that they would be home soon.

After ten more minutes of typing, you close your lap top and stand up, letting out a scream as they laugh, "Honey, we're home." Colby says with a laugh and you sigh, "I see that."

Sam smiles at you, and you hated when he did that, mainly because it made you fall more in love with him, and you couldn't do that.

You guys were best friends.

Emphasis on the friend's part. You knew them, pretty much your whole life, and even though they haven't ever really said it, you knew that it would even be weird to talk about it, or so you thought.

"How was the meeting thing?" You ask as they walk over towards you. Sam shrugs, "They're going to let us in, it's just a matter of finding out when exactly." He plops down onto the couch, "Get that paper done?"

You sit back down, opening your computer back up, "Almost. I need like two more paragraphs."

"What's it on again?" Colby asks turning your computer towards him, "Geoengineering technology? You are way too smart for your own good."

You laugh and you can see Sam staring at you lovingly but you don't want to get your hopes up, "Yeah, sometimes I wonder if that's why I get headaches, too much knowledge up here."

Colby laughs, "You know you don't have to go to school right? You can just fully commit to joining the xplr squad."

You roll your eyes, "We've been friends for how many years? I've been a part of that squad before it was even thought of."

Sam laughs as Colby nods while laughing, "You got me there. I'll give you that one." You smirk and look over at Sam, "Did you beat your time this morning? I wanted to ask but I had to leave before you got back."

Sam sighs, "yes and no. I did but not by much, so.."

"You'll get there. You have plenty of time." You smile at him and stand up, "I have an evening class tonight so I'll see you guys after five or so." You walk up to change, and right before you enter your room, Colby speaks, but it's not as quiet as he thinks, "You gotta tell her, bro."

You perk up, curious as to what they're talking about.

"There's no way. No, Colby. I can't just spring that on her." Sam argues back and his voice goes quiet, making it hard for you to hear.

You shake the thoughts out of your head and continue in to get dressed. You throw on a pair of jeans, sneakers, and one of the new hoodies from Sam's collection.

You grab your backpack and head back downstairs, "I'll see you guys later, do you want me to grab dinner on my way back?"

"Yeah, that'll be good." Colby looks at you and nods, "Get whatever, you know what we get." You smile and nod, "Okay."

Your eyes meet Sam's and he smiles at you. He loved seeing you in his own merch. You are his favorite model, but you didn't know that, for sure.

Sam's eyes stay on you as he watches you search for your keys,"by the microwave, y/n." You look over and lo and behold they're there, "Thank you!"

He yells out a quick, "Welcome!" as you leave the house. You make your way to your car, the thoughts running rabid through your mind,

He's got a girlfriend and he's going to ask me to move out because he knows I like him and it's weird.

You get in, sitting there for a moment before starting your car and driving to campus.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"It's not weird at all." Your friend Lacey says leaning back in her chair, "You've been friends for a while, and I always say the friendship stage is the most important thing before dating someone. And you my friend, have it perfect."

You sigh, "But the way they were talking I just... I feel like he's going to tell me he is talking to someone and he knows I like him and- Gahhhh." You groan quietly and take a deep breath as she leans over, "I've witnessed you and Sam together in a room full of people, and I can tell you that he doesn't look at anybody the way he looks at you."

"Really?" You ask, her words giving you a little bit of hope and she nods, "Really. And just a little f.y.i, best friends don't look at each other the way you and Sam do."

You smile slightly as you think about what she said, "I just don't know how to tell him, like.. my anxiety about the friendship ending gets the best of me because I don't want to lose him, and I know him and Colby are a package deal, so I'd lose them both and it just-"

"Take a breather. Why don't you talk to Colby about it? I'm sure he knows a lot of their end."

You shake your head, "I couldn't do that. I feel like Sam is the one I need to talk to or not at all.. I just.. I just have to get over myself."

As your professor starts talking, you keep thinking about everything, but little did you know, Sam and Colby weren't editing videos like you thought, they were having almost the same conversation you and Lacey were having.

Growing up, the adults would pick on you and Sam for claiming to be just friends, and for a while there, it was really true, but as you got older, the truth was covered up.

Each video you have done with them, the fans have pointed out things about you and Sam. Some would be simple comments, basically what Lacey said, about how you look at each other.

Then others would be making a big deal out of you picking to run to Sam after something scared you during the investigation. Most of the time it's because Sam is right there, you'd run to Colby too if you needed to, but who are you kidding, Sam is your safe place so of course you'll run to him first.

You never commented back to it, because that would just lead to more confusing things, so you just brush it off most of the time. You've never say anything to Sam about it because you know more than likely already seen them, and if he hasn't said anything, why should you?

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You pull your phone out as you walk to your car, texting the group chat, I'm just going to go somewhere close, I have to study for a stupid test tomorrow and I don't want to be up all night.

You toss your backpack into the passenger seat and get in, reading Colby's reply, that's fine

Sam replies after, whatever is easiest for you.

You set your phone down and start driving, going where you need to go before heading home.

You see someone walking towards your car which makes you kind of skeptical about getting out. You reach up to lock your doors until you see the big X on the front of it, letting out a sigh of relief.

You push open your door and lean your head out, "Don't scare me like that."

"Like what?" Sam asks as he pushes his hood down, giving you a smile. You get out and stand up, "Walking towards my car when it's almost dark out with your hood up."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just threw it on, I figured you'd need help carrying stuff in." He takes your backpack from your hands and slings it over his shoulder, "Anything else?"

You shake your head, "No I can get the rest. Thank you."

He nods, smiling at you for a few seconds before cleaning his throat, "Colby is hungry so we should probably get back in there."

"Of course he is." You laugh, grabbing everything else before walking inside with Sam. You wanted to blurt it out on your way up to the house, but it was like you couldn't speak at all.

"Finally." Colby teases as you walk in through the door that Sam held open for you, "Thanks." You mumble quietly, going back to normal volume when talking to Colby, "There was a line, I'm sorry."

He laughs as he points to you, "Don't let it happened again."

You salute him, "Yes sir, Colby sir."

"Yeah that's right." He laughs, making you laugh and Sam smiles as he enjoys how comical you and Colby are.

After dinner, you find yourself on the floor of the living room with your books spread out across the rug, "I'm so screwed." You mumble to yourself, "I should know this."

"Have trouble there Einstein?" Sam asks as he walks over to the couch and sits down. You look up at him and nod, "This stupid surprise test, that actually isn't a stupid surprise because I knew about it, I just forgot.." you laugh slightly, "Will be the death of me."

"Just relax, don't overdo it. When was the last time you took a break?"

Him being so caring makes it harder, no one has ever cared about you the way Sam does, "dinner."

"Y/n that was two hours ago." Sam laughs slightly and sighs, "Take a break, go shower or something. Reset and come back."

You push yourself off of the floor and sit, "Maybe you're the one who's too smart for their own good." You stand up, stretching and Sam can't help but notice your shirt ride up your stomach a little bit.

He shakes his head as his voice is low, "If that was the case then.." he trails off as Colby comes down the steps, "you're having a party and didn't invite me?"

"Yeah, you can help me study. We'll call it a study buddy party." You laugh as Colby stands right back up after sitting down, "No thanks. I'm out."

You laugh and toss your pen down, "I'm going for a shower anyway. I need a break." You hike it up the stairs and when you look back, Sam looks away from you quickly.

You look away smiling and make your way to the bathroom.

After a while of being upstairs, finding things to do to avoid going backstairs to your books, you sit down on your bed and lay back.

You think about what you want to say to Sam, or more of what you need to say.

You decide you're going to talk to him. Right now. You get up, and walk down the steps to find Colby sitting alone on the couch.

"Where's Sam?" You look around as you walk over to Colby. He looks up at you, "Said he was going for a run."

You look at the clock, "it's almost ten pm?" You furrow your brows, Sam usually never goes on late night runs like this, "Is he okay?"

A smirk grows on Colby's face and you point, "No. no. Don't even."

He holds his hands up, "My lips are sealed." You roll your eyes and look at your books, hoping to change the subject, "Can you just help me study for a little bit?"

He sighs and sits up, "Fine."

An hour goes by and Colby went up to work on some editing, leaving you alone in the kitchen as you worked on making yourself a snack.

You whispered questions to yourself, answering them, then celebrating when you got the right answer.

You hear the door open and Sam walks in, freezing slightly as he wasn't expecting you to be up, "Oh, hey."

"Hey." You smile and turn back towards your book, "How was the run?"

He shuts the door, shrugging as he sets his phone and headphones on the counter, "Not what I expected really."

"You want to talk about it?" You go back to putting peanut butter on your banana slices and he walks over, looking over your shoulder as he reaches around and takes one, "i don't know how to talk about it."

You nod slowly, "I know that feeling."

He leans against the counter, "We've been friends for a while, y/n."

You glance over at him, a small smile resting on your lips, "Longer than a while, Sam." He chuckles and nods, "a lot longer than a while."

You set your knife down, licking your lips as you work your the courage to ask what you want to ask most.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Sam asks, reading you like an open book, "You can always talk to me. Or Colby. You know we both care so much about-"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He's taken aback slightly, "What?" He laughs and shakes his head, "No, no. I don't." He looks up at you, crossing his arms, "What makes you think that I have a girlfriend?"

You turn towards him slightly, "When I went up to get ready before my class.. I heard Colby tell you that you have to tell her, and I didn't.." you trail off, sighing as you close your eyes, "Nevermind."

Sam stares at you for a few seconds, "Oh.." he chuckles, "That.. yeah no.. that was about a girl who I've been talking to.." he follows up quickly, "..but not in the way you think."

You nod, your heart sinking slightly, "Ah, I see."

"Yeah, I have to tell her that I'm not interested in her." Sam tilts his head towards you, "She hasn't gotten the hint yet, and I don't want to be douche about it."

"Yeah, no of course not." You smirk slightly, "You're only mean to me." He laughs, "Well yeah, but you know what they say.." He sighs and leans over, taking another banana slice, "if a boy picks on a girl?"

You try to fight a smile, but you fail so you look down, "I've heard that saying before."

"Then you can probably put two and two together." He smiles at you as you look up at him, "I'm going to bed, we have to meet someone in the morning about the exploration."

"Maybe don't be up so late."

"Could say the same to you." He winks and jogs up the steps, leaving you to ask yourself, does Sam like me back?

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Over the next few days, the energy between you and Sam was different.

You felt drawn to him.

And he felt drawn to you.

You looked at him with so much love, and lust. You needed Sam, now. It felt like you were aching for him, but after the kinda, yet not-so cryptic conversation you had with him the one night, you just weren't sure what was in store for you and Sam.

You've been flirty, almost feeling like you and Sam were closer. You would pass each other and his hand would land somewhere on your body, usually your lower back, and it would send a shock up your spine.

"Morning." You say walking down the steps, "How'd your investigation go?"

"Sam, why don't you show her the footage?" Colby says nudging Sam's arm. He takes a deep breath, "I don't think.."

"You're coming back with us tomorrow night. That's all I'm saying." Colby holds his hands up, shaking his head and you look at Sam, pointing to Colby, "What's he talking about?"

He licks his lips and sighs with a smirk, "Come on. I'll show you." You nod, following him back up the stairs, "Did it go good?"

You follow him into his room and sit on his bed as he sits in the chair infront of his computer, "It was a loving spirit, basically, so yeah, it went good."

You lean forward slightly, eyes on Sam as he clicks on things. A shy smile grows on his face, "I know you're not looking at the computer."

He slowly turns his head towards you and you keep your eyes on him, "So what if I wasn't?" He cocks his jaw to the right as he smirks, "Never said it was a bad thing." He nods towards the computer, "Come here."

You stand up, moving over to stand next to him. You press your hand on the desk and lean down slightly, watching as he presses play.

You can tell he's watching you, but he's waiting for your reaction.

"Can you repeat that for us please?" Sam asks on the video. After a few moments, you hear your name, clear as day and it wasn't from either one of the guys, "What the hell?"

You look at Sam and he holds his hand up, "Just wait."

You look back at the screen, "Something moved in that doorway." You lay your finger on the screen and Sam leans forward, "What? No way."

"Rewind it... yeah.. there stop." You glance at Sam and nod towards the screen, "Now watch." He presses play, eyes on the screen and he leans back, eyes wide, "How did we miss that?"

You laugh slightly, "I don't know."

He watches in shock, "Why don't you ever come with us anymore?"

You hoped this question wouldn't ever be asked.

"School, you know that Sam." You look at him quickly before reaching for the mouse to hit play, but he stops you, "That's the fake, I don't want to talk about it reason. Tell me the real reason."

You stand up, letting out a quiet sigh, "I just didn't want to get in the way." He tilts his head, "In the way of what?"

You shrug, unsure of what to say.

"Is it the comments? About us, and what people think we are?" Sam crosses his arms and looks up at you. You laugh nervously, giving him a nod, "I guess so."

He chews on his lip, "Uh huh." He smirks and leans forward, "Well they'll have a hay day with this." He clicks play and pulls you to sit on his thigh.

You lean forward, listening to Colby speak on the video, "What does y/n have to do with this?"

".. Sam .. it's time .."

You furrow your brows, continuing to listen to the video,

"Sam.. Sam.." you see Colby grab Sam's arm and Sam looks terrified, "Colby.."

"Sam.. she's a good spirit.. she's made it known she doesn't want to hurt anyone." Colby assures him, "you think she's telling you that you need to tell her?"

"Tell who what?" Sam shoots back and you look back at him. He's resting his chin on the palm of his hand and you look back at the screen.

"Y/n.. tell y/n that you like her more than you're letting on, man." Colby's voice is low, almost like they tried to keep it a secret but forgot the camera was rolling?

"Yeah, yeah. You're probably right, Colby.. I just.. how do they know that?" Sam is confused, "I just don't.. oh my god.."

"... together..."

"Should y/n and Sam be together?" Colby asks, "If you say yes, make that little light go off for us." Instant light and Sam pauses the video, "Lady Zeroni was known as a match maker back in her day but it turned deadly when a man who wasn't happy with the person she chose for him came back and went on a total murderous rampage throughout the entire house."

You lean back slightly, "So what you're saying is..." you laugh slightly and rest your hand on the top of his chair, "A ghostly matchmaker is saying we should.. what? Be together?"

Sam stares up at you, "The whole time, I kept thinking about you. Here alone. Like we don't know what we deal with sometimes and when your name is said, my immediate thought was you in danger and I just.."

You listen as he trails off, "When I asked about you having a girlfriend, I was scared you were going to ask me to move out because of how I feel about you."

"Wait.. how do you feel about me?" He tilts his head and tries not to smile and you laugh, putting your hand over his face, "Shut up."

He takes your hand off his face and holds it gently in yours, playing with the ring that's on your middle finger, "I'm scared as hell to want you.." his voice is quiet, "But here I am.." he looks up at you, "..wanting you anyway."

You look up at him quickly and your eyes meet his, "I know that feeling, too." He smirks slightly, letting out a breath of air, "We've been friends for a wh-" he stops himself, smiling as he corrects his words, "We've been friends for our whole lives basically, and I just.."

"Don't want to ruin the friendship?"

He nods, "Exactly."

You nod, "Since we're being honest.. I don't know when it happened, but all I know is that you're the first person I run to when I'm scared, happy, sad, anything." You tilt your head, "I mean, when we're doing a video, I run to Colby too, but mainly because he's close, but everything is just.. it's just very different with you."

"You look at me way different than you look at Colby, I know that for a fact. Actually, Colby was the one who brought it to my attention and I honestly tried pushing it off because I wasn't sure if it was too weird.. like we've known each other for so, so long and we've reached that max level of comfortability with each other... it's just.."

"It's a real amazing thing, Sam. Not many people, or should I say, many people would kill to have the type of relationship we have." You run your hand through his hair, and he closes his eyes, "Lacey told me that best friends don't look at each other the way we do."

His eyes flutter open and he smiles, "Colby told me the same thing."

"And I read the comments on our videos, and I just didn't want you guys to stop getting views or have your name being drug through the mud because we were being too touchy with each other."

He pulls you closer, "Your safety is my number one priority during those and if me keeping an arm around you while we're in some sketchy ass haunted house makes you feel secure, then I'm going to do it."

You smile, laying a hand on his chest, "I may have overthought a lot of it."

He nods, "Oh me too, one hundred percent."

He runs his bottom lip under his teeth, "I've been waiting years to do this." He slides his hand up, pulling you in so he can press his lips gently to yours.

Your hand moves to his cheek as you deepen the kiss and he pulls back, scanning over your face as a smile forms on his lips, "Now that I think about it, we'd make a great couple."

You tilt your head and scrunch up your nose, "You think so?" He pulls you in to kiss you, mumbling against your lips, "Know so."

You hum against his, "You know what else?"

"Hmm?" He tilts his head back to rest against his chair, looking up at you as he waits for you to tell him.

You stand up, his hands still on your hips, "We know everything but one thing about each other."

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? What's that?"

You slide your hands to his, "Come on." He stands up, following you over to his bed, instantly picking up what you're laying down for him, "Mm. Are you sure?"

You turn around, slipping off your sweatshirt, "You have no idea how long I've thought about getting you into bed, Golbach."

He chuckles as he slips his own shirt off, "I think I have an idea, y/l/n." His hands lay on your hips and he gently sits you down on the bed.

You lay back as his body moves over top of yours, his hips resting perfectly between your knees. It's like you were made for each other.

"Tell me what you want, babe." Sam's voice is low as he moves to kiss down your neck, "I'm all yours now."

You felt a wave of calmness wash over you before you take his hand and slide it to your throat, "Prove it."

He smirks with a slight hesitation before slowly tightening his grip, "As you wish." His lips crash into yours, kissing every once of skin he can as he makes his way down to the top of your sweats.

He bites your waist band, looking up at you as he lets them snap against your skin with a smirk following the release, "Can I take these off?"

"You don't have to ask." You go to sit up and take them off, but he presses a hand flat to your chest, "Let me, do it baby."

You bite your lip, nodding as you lay back down.

His hands slide up your clothed thighs, squeezing them before slipping his fingers between the band and your skin, "I want to take my time with this."

You needed him now, but you understood.

"Okay, baby." You whisper and smile down at him, lifting your hips as he tugs your sweats down. His lips part slightly, leaning little open kisses up your legs.

He moves back up, hovering over you he grinds against you, "You have no idea how many times I've thought about you.." he leans down and kisses you, "Thought about you."

You smile, "I relate."

He kisses down your neck, "When you came down wearing one of my hoodies, I wanted to make you so late for class."

"Would have been worth it."

He smiles and brushes hair from your face, "Fuck, why'd we wait so long?" You shrug, "Good things take time, Sam."

He smiles and looks from your lips to your eyes before leaning down to kiss you. He rolls over and you follow, straddling him as your lips reconnect with his. You grind down on him, low moans escaping the seal of your lips on one another.

"Please." You whimper out, "I need you."

Sam grips your neck, squeezing slowly, "Say it again."

Your lips form into a smile, and you whimper. "I need you."

He sits up, wrapping his arm around your back, "You're so fucking beautiful." His lips press to yours, moving slowly as he uses his arm to make your body move.

You wrap your arm around his neck and grind down, moaning his name quietly. He leans back, "lay down for me."

You move and lay on your back, watching as Sam strips the rest of his clothes off, "Take them off for me." He nods towards your panties that are still on your body and you comply by taking them off and kicking them off the bed.

"You know, I've also thought about being between those legs.." he gets on his knees, moving towards the middle of the bed by your feet, "multiple times actually.. I was so close to pulling you into the bathroom at that party we went to last week and getting on my knees for you.." his eyes move up your naked body with a smirk, "You looked so fucking good."

Your heart skips a beat, remembering that, even in your drunken state at the time, Sam wouldn't stop looking at you.

"You should have." You whisper watching as he kisses up your legs, alternating sides with each kiss, "I wouldn't have minded."

"Trust me, the next party we go to, I'll make it happen." He winks before dipping his head down and taking your clit between his lips. You let out a gasp, laying a hand on the back of his head, "Sam!"

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling slightly as you arch your back, "Oh god, yes." You moan as you grind your hips against his face, whining out how good it feels.

His tongue sinks into you and you pull his hair, causing him to groan against you. Your other hand searches for something else to grab for leverage.

His hand throws your leg over his shoulder and your heel instantly digs in to pull him closer, "Fuck, Sam. Sam. I'm so close."

His fingertips dig into your skin, pinning you down as his tongue works its magic inside of you.

Your eyes roll back and your back lifts up off the bed as he brings you to orgasm, "Shit shit shit." You moan out, "Fuck."

He pulls away, immediately coming up to kiss you. His cock rubs against your pussy and you reach down, rubbing it up and down your soaked slit a few times before he pushes his hips forward, his cock slipping inside of you for the very first time.

You both moan, clinging to each other in anyway you can.

He slowly pulls out and slowly slides back in, taking in the feeling of you, "Fuck, you feel so good."

"S-Sam.." you press your chest to his, "Fuck me. Please."

He smirks and tilts his head, watching your face twist with the best pleasure you've ever received, "Fuck, yes." Your nails dig and drag up his back, "I love you."

Sam leans up, stopping his thrusts as he looks at you. Your face goes shocked, "I-I don't know where that ca-"

"He smiles and leans down to kiss you, "I love you more than words can say."

"Then show me." You say quickly before you press your lips to his, "and you don't have to be gentle with me anymore, Sam."

He smirks and shakes his head, "You're fucking perfect." His lips crash into yours and he pushes his hips all the way into you, moaning lowly against you.

He slides a hand down your body and hooks his arm under your knee. He pulls it up and the new angle causes you to gasp, "Fuck."

He starts out thrusting slow, but quickly builds up to a faster, punishing pace. He tilts his head back, moaning before looking down at you.

He sits up slightly and reaches his hand down to cup your chin. His thumb slides across your bottom lip and you part them instantly.

He watches as you take his thumb between your lips, hallowing out your cheeks as you suck. He groans lowly, "I'm never going to get tired of you in this position."

You smile, teeth gently biting down on his thumb and he takes a sharp breath, "Oh yeah. Never getting tired of you in general."

He pulls his hand away and lays beside you. You automatically roll over, straddling him to ride him. You tilt your head back with a moan as his cock slides back inside of you.

His hands immediately grip your hips and help guide you up and down, "Fuck." His eyes are glued to his cock disappearing inside of you, "Doing so good, baby."

Your eyes light up at the praise and he raises his eyebrows, "Like a little praise do we?" He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, "You're full of surprises aren't you?"

"You have no idea, Mr. Golbach."

He sits up slightly, "But I will."

He bends his legs up and your hands press to his knees as you bounce up and down, "Gonna cum." You whimper out as you slide all the way down and roll your hips, cursing out as you cum.

Sam is in awe of you, his eyes are moving all over your face, your body, "That's it, baby. Good girl."

Your eyes snap open and you lean down, kissing him as you move your hips up and down, "Only for you."

"Say.. say it again." He drags his fingers up your leg, "Please."

"A good girl, but only for you."

He flips you so you're back to being on your back and he's on top, thrusting into you, "Fucking right."

You smile, moaning out as you wrap your legs around his waist, "Fuck, fuck yes."

"M'so close." He mumbles into your neck, "Fuck. You're so good to me."

His thrusts slow down and turn kinda sloppy as he gets ready to break the grasp of your legs locked around him.

He pulls out to cum on your stomach and you lay there breathing heavy. He lays beside you, kissing your shoulder for a few seconds before standing up to grab you something to wipe off with.

He comes back, hanging you a towel with a smile. You take it from him and smirk, "What?"

"You're my girlfriend." He smiles and bites his lip, quietly celebrating. You tilt your head, "And you're my boyfriend." You smile at him and wipe up, tossing the towel on the floor before being met with a Sam laying his body over yours, "Should we go break the news to Colby?"

You sigh, "I can picture his celebration dance already."

Sam peppers kisses all over your face, getting you to laugh, "You're so cheesy." You turn your head, pecking his lips, "One of my favorite things about you."

He smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear, "You.. are my favorite thing about me."

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kiss-theggoat · 1 year ago

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Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: You've been having a shameful relationship with a certain Woodsboro slasher. One night, during a particularly passionate encounter, you discover who it actually is you’ve been spending time with.

Warnings: Smut, you don’t know you’re fucking Billy so I guess elements of non-con

“Guys come on! So what if I’m a virgin, I mean it’s normal!” Randy sat on the concrete ledge, fighting for his life against the vultures that are Stu and Billy. They cackled and fist bumped, turning back towards Randy to listen to him dig himself deeper into the virginity hole.

You overheard this conversation as you walked towards the group, lunch tray in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder, making it ache. Stu and Tatum sat furthest to the right, as usual, on top of eachother, kissing and touching, Tatum sitting on his lap. Then Sydney to their left, then Billy beside her, chewing on some apple slices Syd had brought. Randy sat furthest to the right, a few feet away from Billy. You strode over, plopping down between Billy and Randy. “What’s everyone arguing about?” You asked with a smile, also silently questioning if your school chicken sandwich would give you salmonella.

Stu laughed, tossing a chocolate in his mouth. “We just figured out that ol’ stunner Randy Meeks here is a virgin.” He threw a candy towards Randy, making him swat it away and flip Stu off. You were conflicted. You could take Randy’s side and say you were too, but that’d be a lie. If you said you weren’t a virgin, then everyone would ask who you’d slept with, because you told Syd and Tatum that you were a virgin. They’d know it happened recently, and you couldn’t exactly tell them you’d been meeting with a certain ghost-faced serial killer.

You shrugged. “Me too.” With a sneer, you peeled the bun back to reveal a questionably pink looking breaded piece of chicken. “You want this?” You held the burger out to Stu, who snatched it up and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in a month, which left you with a few bland, soggy french fries.

“A-HA!” Randy pointed an accusatory finger at Billy. “Told you! Totally normal to be a virgin. Just cause you're used to seeing movies where every single teenager is having sex doesn’t mean that-“

“It’s not the movies, Spielberg.” Billy interrupted. “Most of the people I know - in this school - aren’t virgins.”

You made eye contact with Billy, just now realizing that he was staring you down, deep brown eyes burning holes into yours. Trying to play off how nervous you were around him, you rolled your eyes. “What’s the big deal, Billy? Being a virgin isn’t embarrassing.”

Billy dropped the apple slice he was eating, leaning closer to you. Something in his eyes looked right through you. It looked like he knew all of your secrets, every little thing you’ve done in the dark. You tensed and backed up, biting half of your cardboard-like fry. “What?” You asked defensively, trying to get him to back off.

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, staring at you with the same blank expression. “You’re really a virgin, huh?”

Did he know? How could he possibly know? Did EVERYONE know? You started to panic internally, but kept it cool on the outside. “Yes! I don’t know what the big deal is. Just because I haven’t found someone yet doesn’t mean I’m a loser or something.”

“Yeah right! You’re a total loser!” Stu yelled, finishing your sandwich. “I can’t believe a hottie like you is a virgin! Maybe you and Randy can fuck, get it over with.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You threw a fry at him, but it missed him, unlike Tatum’s slap on the chest, “Ugh, Stu don’t be gross.” She whined.

Randy’s face was bright red. You always thought he might have a little thing for you, but you’d pretty much had your eyes on Billy ever since high school started. You were glad to be his friend, but when he started dating one of your best friends, Syd, you couldn’t help but be consumed completely with jealousy. She knew you’d had a crush on him a little bit, and still dated him. You convinced her you were over it. Girl code, y’know?

“I’m not rushing to not be a virgin. I’m fine with it.” You said matter-of-factly and ate another fry. Billy scoffed, leaning back against his hands, which earned him a glare from both you and Sydney. You had no clue why he was being so rude about this, he couldn’t know. The bell rang out, signaling both the terrible start of your Algebra class and the blissful end of this conversation. “See you guys later.” You mumbled, taking your tray with you as you left.

The alarm clock beside you read 12:36 AM. You had been reading next to your lamp at your desk for a while, procrastinating your homework long enough to where it hopefully disappeared. With a yawn and an ache behind your eyes you decided it was bedtime. As you stood up to turn your lamp off, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. Your body had an immediate response, like Pavlov’s dogs. A phone call late at night usually meant a visit from your favorite ghost.

You picked up the line. “Hello?” You asked, a small smile tugging at your lips as you mindlessly chewed on your fingernail.

“Hi pretty girl…” his sultry voice had you hot in your cool bedroom, cheeks turning pink. “Your blinds are closed. I thought I told you to keep those open.”

“Sorry.” You said softly. “It was hot today…” you walked towards your curtains and moved them to the side, standing in the window.

A hearty chuckle sounded from over the line. “There she is…wearing my favorite shirt…good girl…”

You looked down at the tank top you had on, pink, simple, but low cut and revealing. Perfect for bed and, apparently, Ghostface. With it, you wore a pair of plain black lounge shorts that fit loose around your thighs.

“I’m in a hurry tonight, princess so get to it.” He said quickly, “Is the window unlocked like I told you?”

You nodded, big enough for him to see from his usual spot in the yard. You decided to listen to the man, getting to work. You set the phone down for just a second, quickly taking your shirt off. You had no bra, so he had a full unobstructed view of your tits he loved so much. You picked up the phone again and heard a small groan from him. “Attagirl…”

You shimmied your shorts off your legs, pleased that you had worn panties he liked, your girliest ones, purple with a little gemstone heart on the waistband.

“It’s almost like you knew I was coming, pretty girl.”

You bit your lip, leaning in closer to the window. “Come inside already…” You whispered needily, voice almost trembling from your desperation.

One minute your yard was empty, normal. The picture of suburban bliss. The next, it was overtaken by the shadow of a brutal, ruthless killer, threatening aura filling the whole yard. He should scare you, but your body had a visceral reaction to him. Face hot, skin tingling, panties wet. You wanted him every single night like you’d never wanted anything before, and seeing him was like lighting a fire in your chest. It was borderline humiliating how bad you needed him.

You slid the window open, screen discarded weeks ago, and you waited with vibrating skin. You watched his gloved hands grip the window sill, strong arms pulling him up into your childhood bedroom. Maybe that was part of the appeal. He was so forbidden, having a secret relationship in your home with a man like him was so hot to you.

There he stood in all his glory, black boots heavy on your white rug. He was on you in seconds, hands wandering, grabbing your tits hard with one, the other pushing your panties down. “So wet already.” He growled. His voice close-up was weird, but something you’d gotten used to. You knew he was using a voice changer, it crackled very once in a while and you could hear another voice in tandem with his deep, modulated one. His real voice. You couldn’t hear it well enough to know who it was, but you liked hearing it anyway.

You nodded, breathless, backing up to your bed while pulling him at the bicep with you. You laid back, and he slid your panties off the rest of the way, slipping them into his back pocket. That made your face flame red. The fact that he wanted to keep your wet panties was insane to you, made you feel hot, made you feel wanted. It made you feel like he needed you as bad as you needed him.

“Please…” you whined, pulling on his cloak as he stepped between your legs.

“Needy, huh? Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be acting like such a slut.” He snapped, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. His gloved hands trailed up the smooth skin of your inner thighs, stopping at the apex to admire the way you looked in the low warm light of your bedroom.

He slid his glove off, something he’s never done before. You looked down quickly at his hand, but a firm grip on your jaw slammed you back down to the bed. “No peeking, princess.”

You nodded, finally feeling his skin on yours. His touch felt so much better than the rough material of his gloves. Based on the glance you got, his hands were big, but smooth. Something you didn’t expect from him. You expected rough and dirty hands, not soft and manicured fingers.

All of your pensive thoughts were scrambled when you felt his finger push inside of you, quite easily with how wet you were at this point. He groaned at the feeling of your warm insides, eager to be inside you. A second finger slid in beside the first, curling upwards against the soft spot he knew got a reaction from you. You tensed, legs spreading further with a whine at his touch.

Warmth spread over your legs and belly, up to your chest and face. His fingers squelched as he fucked them into you, curled upwards at every right moment. Your bedsheets felt so soft against your hands as you gripped onto them, eyes closed and mouth open, wanton moans escaping you. While you weren’t focused, he slid a hand underneath his cloak, palming himself through his jeans.

He grumbled something softly, something you didn’t hear.

“Huh?” You asked, that small word the only thing you could muster between moans.

“Wanna taste you.” He said louder, grinding his hips into his hand. “You're gonna be a good girl and keep your eyes shut, okay?” He asked, but you felt a threatening undertone present in his words. You nodded quickly, but whined when his fingers left you. You felt yourself clench around nothing,feeling empty without him inside you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him move to the window to shut the curtain. Your hands were clammy as they pressed over your eyes, you had to make sure you wouldn’t peek. You wanted to see what he looked like, but didn’t want to end up in the paper as the newest Ghostface victim.

For a minute, you waited, then suddenly, an eruption of pleasure as you felt his mouth on you, tongue running up your clit, hands pressing your thighs down against the bed. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew down to grip his hair. He didn’t seem to mind. You tried to gather what little information you could from the feeling. He felt sweaty, but his hair was soft, a little bit longer. But that’s all you could gather. You scrunched your face to emphasize the fact that your eyes were closed.

He sucked your clit into his mouth as two large fingers pushed inside of you. You let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open and back arching up off of the bed. “Holy shit…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair. He groaned, squeezing your thighs tight with his bare hands, to your delight, both gloves were off. He was becoming way more comfortable with you.

You felt yourself get close, you felt tingles on your thighs and up your waist, all the way up to your arms. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you felt so good and you couldn’t think straight. At that moment, you wanted to see him. You needed to know who he was. Desperately, you wanted to kiss him.

“I’m…I…” you whined.

“You’re gonna cum?” He asked, voice breathy with small pants. You tensed up. His voice changer wasn’t on. He sounded so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was bugging you, but you couldn’t focus on it too long as your orgasm overtook your body, gushing over his fingers and legs trembling as a damn near shriek left your mouth. You felt like you couldn’t see, your ears were ringing and you felt like you had just been beat up. You decided to look. You had to. His voice. You knew him.

You opened your eyes to see the man you’d been fucking the last few weeks. His lips and chin glistening with your cum, face flushed and soft pants escaping his plumped lips, hair sweaty and tousled from your pulling, falling in front of those gorgeous brown eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. You stared in shock. “….B-Billy?”

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2-guns-b1tch · 10 months ago

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Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

Ao3

+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

——

You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Jonny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist. His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow smut #btaa scarecrow #batman rouges #rogue gallery #jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x you

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julieverne · 9 months ago

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Jane puts herself in a box she labels as 'straight'.

She puts you in another little box labelled 'straight' as well.

The kind of boxes that don't stack nicely. The kind that don't fit on top of each other.

But you and Jane fit together so nicely.

"Man, this is great, isn't it?" Jane enthuses. You've bought Fenway tickets for the playoff. Jane is in full cosplay, but she sulks when you call it that, even when you explain it's exactly like dressing like a character from a show. Jane doesn't like to be labelled as a 'nerd'. "The only way this could get any better is if this were a date."

Jane looks over, sheepishly. "Of course, not a date with just us. Just, like. If I had a date. And you had a date. And they were both men. That kind of date."

"A double date?" you suggest. And Jane nods thankfully.

"I wish somebody would pick me up," Jane grumbles when Frost elegantly seduces a woman at The Dirty Robber. You immediately put your arms around her and lift her. She's not heavy, not like this, and you lean back to steady against her extra weight.

"Not like that, Maura, c'mon!" Jane doesn't struggle, though, and her cheeks are pink when you put her down. "You know, like I wish a man would pick me up."

"For sex," you say, nodding and completely understanding the intricacies of what Jane is saying now that she's explained it.

Jane tosses her head and rolls her eyes but all of her overdramatic over reactions don't mean much when weighed against the cute little blush on her cheeks.

"This would be perfect, if you were a man," Jane says. She's sprawled across your lap, and you're rubbing your fingers through her hair and over her back. The game is on the tv but she's too relaxed to do more than cheer when a goal is scored. "You'd be perfect, if you were a man."

"I think I'm fine as I am, and I don't want to tailor any of my dresses. So I won't undergo a sex change for you, Jane. Not even if that's the only way I can get you to date me. I like being a woman, and I like that you're a woman, and until you said that I was thinking about how perfect this was, here and now, with both of us being women."

Jane is completely still. Even her breathing has stopped. You can feel her heart beat pounding crazily through her rib cage from where your hand rests on her back.

"I don't - I can't date women." Jane's voice is small and sad and full of regrets. Jane breathes in and rolls over in your lap, trying to sit up and move away from you like you've burned down her little box with the label on it. Like it hadn't been drenched with gasoline and torn to tinder already.

"Not 'women'. Just me."

"You are, though."

"I'm a woman, yes. But I'm also the person you come home to every night. I'm the person you call every day. I'm the person you being food to when they're sick, and I'd bet dollars to glazed doughnuts that I'm the only person who's actually seen you cry. But I will not sacrifice my wardrobe for you, Jane. I won't be a man for you, because I've never wanted to be a man. Not until I met you and thought it was the only way I can be with you."

"I don't want you to be a man."

"But you want to find a man 'just like me'. You say this is perfect, but it's not because I'm not a man. I think I'm perfect as I am, apart from the part of me that wants to change for you because you can't admit what we are to each other." You're upset now, and so is she, but not the angry kind of hurt, just deeply sad on your part, and she's lost and confused.

"But I'm straight," Jane argues helplessly. "Aren't I? Aren't I supposed to feel this way about men?"

"Feel what way?" you ask, seeing a splinter in her armour. You prod and push at it.

She kisses you. She's still half-across your lap and she melts into your arms like a soft serve frozen yoghurt swirled but you're touching, you're touching her and her mouth is so soft and generous and braver than Jane is because she can't pull away, she's lost, and she's running her hands over you like she's found the holy grail and it's under your dress.

"That was perfect," Jane tells you much, much later. Her fingers trail over your bare skin in your big bed, and her lips linger on the bones of your shoulder, on your collarbone, on the freckles you try to cover up on your throat. "Because you're you, and I wouldn't want you any other way."

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #rizzles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic

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elementary-my-dear-daddy · 11 months ago

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Sated

Analociet (Virgil, Trans!Logan, And Janus)

Warnings: Period Sex, Overstimualtion, D/S, Sensory Deprivation

Read it on AO3!

Summary: Logan's boyfriends are both vampires, and they've found a much better alternative to hunting for their food.

It was often that Logan found himself wandering down to the library of his lavish new residence whenever he was looking to wind down. The rows of both familiar novels he enjoyed and unknown tomes waiting to be investigated called to him often to break the monotony of his daily work, and he would never resist the tempting offer to sit in the reading nook that allowed its resident to gaze into the forest around the large abode. However, with the house being so large, and its company preferring to relax in their own environments, he did not expect to hear two voices arguing in his personal paradise.

As he walked down the corridor, the identity of said voices revealed themselves. The quick gravelly whispers could only belong to virgil. Whatever he was saying couldn’t be made out, but it was met with Janus’ calm response. Why the two were in the library at this hour Logan could not guess, but he entered to hopefully find out. He looked between the two men who sat in the nook in the corner hunched over a medium-sized book.

“May I ask why the both of you are here?”

They instantly quieted and looked over at the human, Virgil slamming the book shut.

“Oh, L, you’re up. We thought you went to bed a few hours ago.”

“I did,” Logan replied, “I was unable to focus on falling asleep. I thought maybe coming here and reading for a while might help me relax- but you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes, Virgil, why don’t you tell Logan about your little proposal?” Janus said with a teasing grin.

Logan’s brow knitted in confusion as he stepped closer to the two, “Proposal?”

“Really threw me under the bus there Jan, thanks. Well, we were talking and- It…it has been kinda- well, not exactly easy? I guess? To, um… okay how do I say this-” Virgil had a clear look of worry as he stammered, trying to form the right words to form his point but struggling as he often did. Logan gazed down at the book the two seemed to be reading as he walked in, a medical textbook. It wasn’t exactly the type of material he suspected they’d be delving into but he would hardly criticize them for it.

“We want to do a scene with you.” Janus interrupted.

“Janus.”

“You were never going to say it!”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to!”

“So…is that all, then?”

The two sitting down seemed to steal Logan’s look of confusion. Virgil drew his knees up to his chest while Janus put the book behind them.

“We have rather thoroughly discussed scenes and sexual desires before. I see no reason to be embarrassed discussing it now.”

“Well, this time we’d like to try something different, love.” Janus stood and walked over to Logan, putting two of his hands at his waist in a small gesture of affection. Virgil looked nervously at the ground before clearing his throat, “Jan, do you think you can…?”

The other nodded and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Logan's head, “First of all, like all of our previous discussions you are welcome to refuse our offer, as well as request any adjustments. This is a negotiation-”

“I am well aware of how these conversations work, Janus. What is the proposal?”

“Virgil and I have to take a break from feeding in our usual manner. We’d like to feed off of you.”

A brief silence hung in the air as Virgil held his breath, Janus tried to read his boyfriend’s emotions, and Loan pondered the request. He knew both his partners would treat him with the utmost respect and would ultimately respect his decision if he denied them, but denial never came to his mind. Instead, this plan of theirs piqued his curiosity.

“How is this related to sex?”

The question cut the tension in the room, with both Janus and Virgil offering a chuckle and a smirk respectively.

“We’d like to eat you out during your period, Lo.” Virgil clarified.

“Oh. Oh.”

“You don’t have to agree to it, I just- we just thought it might be a way to, well… satisfy all of us.”

Janus slowly ran his hands down Logan’s figure, “-And maybe have some fun while doing it. What do you say we talk specifics?”

A chill ran down Logan’s spine, “Please.”

~~~~~~~~~

A thorough discussion was had about the scene. Logan had notified both of them of when his cycle typically started. He also wanted to partake in other kinks and dynamics they’d previously played with. Things like sensory deprivation, bondage, and submitting to his boyfriends. He’d also expressed to them he didn’t want this to be an overplanned scene, since doing so both gave Virgil more anxiety and he felt it would take away from the thrill of it. A vague timeline was set and safewords and signals were prepped. Now all they had to do was wait.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan was tired.

It had been a week filled with near constant work. He was fortunate enough to work from home, but after the internet went out for a couple days and an influx of new material to work on, he had to double his efforts to complete everything. It left him exhausted at the end of the week, so both his boyfriends had generously prepared him a relaxing bath to destress before bed that night.

After donning his robe and squeezing the water out of his hair with a towel, Logan began walking towards the bedroom. His glasses rested atop his head after fogging up in the bath’s steam, and the dim lighting accommodating Virgil’s sensitivities didn’t do much to help his vision. It’s unfortunate he didn’t see the figure lurking around the corridor before it was too late.

As soon as he reached for the door handle to the bedroom, a pair of sharp teeth sunk into the skin between his neck and shoulder. He expected one of his boyfriends to drink from the wound to satiate their hunger, but instead of the hollow cold sensation of blood being withdrawn, he felt a blossoming warmth travel through his vessels. It wasn’t long before his vision faded and he crumpled to the ground from the injected venom. The last thing he heard was Janus’ smooth baritone.

“I can’t wait to drink everything you have to offer.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan woke up to pitch black, feeling the cloth tied tightly over his eyes.

He felt the strong silk holding down his arms and legs as he stirred awake.

For a moment, his heart raced, not knowing where he was or what was happening, but then the hands scratching over his thighs and warm breath tickling his skin forced him to focus every touch he would receive. The confusion faded quickly into a pleasant wave of thoughtlessness as something warm and wet licked over his folds.

“Well, how does he taste?”

“Mm. Sweet… and tinny. Like a cherry if it bled.”

Logan whimpered from behind what he assumed was a ball gag in his mouth. It wasn’t until now that he’d realized the warm arousal that had been pooling in his gut since he woke up. He shifted sharply and bucked his hips in search of contact, only to be met with those sharp nails pinning his hips down and holding his legs apart.

“Quit moving. You aren’t going anywhere till we’re both full.” Virgil hissed before diving back in again, this time sweetly kissing Logan’s clit and working down to his hole to drink his fill. He delved his tongue inside and began to coax that sweetness out of his lover. With every lick and thrust, Logan felt his mind go blank, unable to focus on anything that wasn’t that pleasurable heat eating him out. He shivered as Virgil’s warm breath tickled at his thighs, only to whine once again when the vampire’s fangs grazed his skin.

While he couldn’t see, Logan assumed Janus took the role of voyeur. He couldn’t remember how many times his partner sat content in the corner of their room giving him sultry commands. Virgil preferred the active side of dominance- manhandling, leaving bruises, overstimulation, and edging, whereas Janus masterminded the delicate subjects of degradation and humiliation. The latter would call him a slut and the former would make sure he knew it by forcing his cock down his throat over and over again. He was perfectly content to be the recipient of both styles of dominance.

The mattress dipped as someone moved near Logan’s head. What could only be Janus’ hand pet his head and smoothed his mussed hair, he leaned into the touch only for it to immediately be removed.

“Oh you greedy little thing,” Janus chuckled, “Receiving so much pleasure and still wanting more.”

At the same time, Virgil licked deeper into him while sinking his nails into his fleshy thighs. If Logan had the ability to speak and higher cognitive function he would have told his lovers that they have the right to wake him up like this every day, unfortunately all that he was able to do was groan behind the gag.

The sensations paused briefly as Virgil pulled away panting. He huffed out a laugh, “He’s shaking.”

This wasn’t untrue, the muscles in his thighs started to twitch from being forced apart, as well as from the pleasure that exponentially increased from the warm tongue relentlessly swiping over his cunt. He could imagine how pathetic he looked beneath his boyfriends from the scoff Janus let out. He let a series of high pitched whimpers, begging desperately with his limited capabilities.

“Are you close, slut?” Janus asked in a monotone.

Logan did his best to nod. God, Virgil's mouth was sinful. This would be over far too quickly for his liking. His muffled moans grew in volume as Virgil delved into him once more before sucking harshly on his clit. In a matter of seconds, he was bucking wildly against his boyfriend's face as he rode out one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on him as he rode out his high, giving half-hearted thrusts as it turned into pangs of overstimulation.

Virgil finally looked up from between Logan’s overworked thighs, licking his now stained lips.

“Fuck, that was good.” He said easing back onto his knees, a thumb rubbing into his submissive’s leg as a small sign of support.

“It sure seems like he enjoyed that.” Janus responded, his hand slipping behind Logan's head. He undid the clasp of the gag with a resounding click and eased the spit-coated plastic from his mouth, gently massaging his jaw once it was removed, “Isn’t that right, honey?”

Logan, still comprehending his most current period of consciousness, didn’t respond at first. This worried his dominants momentarily, prompting Virgil to open his mouth to ask for his safeword, but Logan managed to show a thumbs up, their safesign used when verbal check in’s weren’t possible.

“Good boy, thank you for communicating.” Janus hummed. He kept softly working over Logan’s jaw till he was sure there was minimal soreness and that the man lying out in front of him was sufficiently blissed out. He cupped Logan’s cheek with one hand-

As the other made a resounding smack on the opposite side of his face.

“It’s too bad that whores like you don’t understand that you have to ask permission before you cum.” Janus said harshly.

Logan groaned at the stinging pain blossoming through his face. At least with his newfound speech he could beg for mercy.

“I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to-”

“Butcha did, L.” Virgil quipped, moving out from in between his thighs, “You know the rules.”

“Please, please you know I couldn’t beg for it.”

Janus laughed, “Oh, we know. If you think begging is what makes us give you permission then you are gravely mistaken, slut. We own you, we’re the ones who control you and if you don't understand that yet then we might have to punish you until you do.”

“Let’s save it for another day, Jan. He’s already looking pretty pitiful right now.” Logan felt the bed dip on his other side as Virgil sat. He reached to take off the blindfold tied rather tightly, per Logan's request, around his head. He blinked a few times as his vision adjusted. The room was fairly dark with just the fairy lights tangled in the bed frame providing illumination. His glasses were slipped onto his face by Virgil. Logan now saw the scene in its glory. He, of course, had been completely stripped save for the restraints on all four limbs. He noticed Virgil was naked as well, his hard cock already leaking against his stomach. Janus still had trousers on, but the outline of his lengths could be seen pressing up on the fabric.

He watched as Virgil leaned over to tenderly kiss Janus, allowing for a brief moment of softness before they broke apart.

“Taste him?”

“Mmm you’re right. He’s delicious, then again, I don’t know if I expected anything else.” Janus grinned down at Logan like a predator about to devour its prey, “I think it’s my turn to get my fill.”

Logan whined, “Please!”

Janus sunk down to get between Logan's legs, giving teasing nips to his stomach and thighs as he did. Meanwhile Virgil straddled his chest. He glared down at Logan with a scowl, deciding how to occupy himself while Janus got his fill. He casually ran his hands across the scars on Logan’s chest, before rolling his nipples in between his fingertips.

“Oh fuck- Sir! Ah~!” Logan moaned at Virgil’s actions.

Virgil hummed in acknowledgement, “Hm, I think we ought to fill that mouth of yours up again. Open.”

Logan did as he was told, parting his lips to take whatever Virgil wanted him to. Both his doms knew that he had a huge oral fixation and used it to their advantage. He would be reading in the library or cuddling with them and they’d slip two fingers onto his tongue like it was perfectly normal. But now Virgil was looming over him, giving his own cock a couple of strokes before lining it up with Logan’s mouth and pushing in.

In the meantime, Janus continued his teasing touches and bites. He made sure to add a few of his own marks alongside Virgil’s on Logan’s thighs. While sucking the pale skin between his teeth, he sunk two digits into Logan’s hole, causing the man to whine around the cock now in his mouth. He was still sensitive from Virgil’s time pleasing him, and he couldn’t help but whimper at the pleasurable ache that began to form when Janus scissored his fingers. All too soon, he pulled them out and licked over the blood-coated skin, pulling off them with a pop once they were sucked clean.

“I think we need to make you into our little pet whenever you’re like this, doll. We’d barely have to hunt anymore and you’d get to sit there in the most pleasurable torture.” Janus stated. He grabbed Logan’s thighs and forced them apart before slowly licking over his cunt.

Unfortunately, Logan couldn’t relish the sensation as he did with Virgil since the mentioned man was gripping his hair and slowly grinding into his mouth. Virgil sighed when he pushed his whole length down Logan's throat and gave a small thrust, causing Logan to gag around him. He pulled out so just the tip rested on the other’s tongue while he stroked his cock.

Janus had finally stopped teasing and began to eat Logan out in earnest, sucking out what was left of the blood. He let his own fangs nip at him. Logan was trapped in a loop of sexual gratification that he wanted to be in forever, even if that meant he would be mercilessly teased and used to get there.

After a few minutes of Janus indulging himself and Virgil using his mouth for his own end, Logan felt the latter pull out and let his head rest on his lips. He fisted his hand over his cock and sucked in a breath, “Fuck, so fucking good for us Lo, so pretty. Gonna mark you with my cum while Jan keeps eating you!”

Virgil delivered on his promise a few moments later, letting his seed fall across Logan’s face. He panted as he came down from his high, letting Logan lick at his cock’s head.

“Yeah, that’s it. Gotta clean up this mess, right L?”

Logan hummed in agreement. Virgil ran his fingers through the cum on his face and immediately stuffed them in Logan’s mouth, who in return softly sucked around them until they were clean. This continued until it was mostly gone and Virgil was satisfied.

Janus was less focused on making Logan feel good and more focused on feeding. His pet tasted so good he couldn’t believe he and Virgil had spent so much time hunting when Logan was here the whole time. He buried his tongue deep in the other’s hole and savored the taste. He grabbed Logan’s hips and pulled him close to dig out every last drop he had to offer.

Logan just moaned at the action. Virgil had moved so he was no longer hovering over him, and so he could watch his boyfriend work.

“What’s he doing to you, babe?” Virgil asked with a grin, fully aware Logan was in no state to fully describe what was going on.

“Nnngh-ah! He’s-fuck! More Master!”

“Is he making you feel good?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Too bad you already came. Maybe you wouldn’t be so sensitive.”

Logan just whined in response as Janus licked a slow stripe up his cunt, “Mm, I think I’m done here. At least in regards to my hunger being saited. I think he still owes me some pleasure.”

“Ohhhh, Jan. I have an idea.” Virgil said with a grin, never a good sign for the man currently tied to their bed.

“Do tell, dearest.”

Virgil leaned over to Janus and covered his mouth before whispering in his ear. Janus barked out a laugh,

“Oh well that is just deliciously evil, how can I say no?”

Logan sighed. He loved submitting to these two but why did they have to torture him so much?

He watched as Janus bent to untie the silk restraints around his ankles. Once free, he bent his legs up to his shoulders and moved closer, thank god Logan was this flexible. Once Janus had him in a suitable position, he held one of his cocks to Logan’s hole and teased the head in. He pushed in slowly at first, giving small thrusts to ease his way in. After he felt the other adjust, he slipped two more fingers alongside his cock to prepare him to take both his lengths. Once he was fully seated with both his dicks filling Logan, he began to thrust for real, allowing a growl to form in the back of his throat.

“You feel so fucking good, honey. I love getting to use you like this. Our little toy. Such a little slut for us. Fuck-”

Janus continued to slam his cocks into Logan while saying the nastiest things to him. Logan just lay there reveling in the pleasure. He moaned for his two doms, and closed his eyes to focus on the feeling of being fucked. It was just when he was starting to get close again that Janus pulled out.

“Virgil, C’mere.” Janus sighed as he moved to the side. Virgil gave Logan one last smirk before reaching across him. He leaned down and took one of Janus’ cocks into his mouth, licking around the blood that coated it. He moaned around it and licked it clean, savoring the taste. He pulled off and switched to take the other, causing Janus to let out a hiss. He started to stroke the length he wasn’t giving attention to while he hollowed out his cheeks and bobbed his head.

One look down at Logan’s pathetic state had Janus crashing over the edge. He spilled into Virgil’s mouth, and partially across his hand and Logan’s stomach. He groaned, pulling out and resting on his haunches.

There was a moment where they all just sat in the afterglow, catching their breaths. It was Virgil who kicked off the aftercare, reaching up to undo Logan’s arm restraints.

“How was that, L?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Logan's temple.

The man in question just looked at Virgil with bleary eyes and gave him a thumbs up again, earning a chuckle from Janus.

“Aw, poor thing’s so fucked out he can’t speak. Let’s take care of you, love.”

Janus got up to grab some cloths to clean up with, as well as some water and a light snack. When he returned Virgil was cuddling beside Logan and gently playing with his hair. He sat beside them, caring and attending to their need for the rest of the night until they found themselves clothed and tucked under the fluffy duvet of their shared bed. Maybe tomorrow morning they’d ask Logan if they can have a repeat of tonight, but for now they’d lay content with their precious boyfriend drifting off between them.

#jamming out #fics #not safe for sanders #nsfs analociet

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drades-lair · 1 year ago

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Mating Marks

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairings: Striker x Chaz x OC

Rating: T

Striker stood by the small wooden round table, fully dressed packing his duffle. Calamity lay relaxing on the bed with one arm behind his head wearing a pair of boxer shorts with a sports bra, his other hand holding a cigarette. Striker glanced at the shark for a moment instantly feeling his gut twist, memories of the past few months going through his mind of Chaz and Calamity cuddling after sex or the two of them being overly protective of one another. A frown settled on the pale imp’s face; he thought about staying however there isn't much place for a third wheel.

"Alright, I'm off," Striker announced throwing his duffle over his shoulder.

"Oh? You got a last-minute job?" Calamity inquired, blowing his cigarette smoke out his nose and his gills.

"Nah, I'm movin' on," Striker retorted.

"What? Why?" Calamity asked in alarm, sitting up fully.

"It's just time, I don't stay where I ain't needed," Striker slightly smiled.

"What do you mean? You're needed," Calamity confusedly reassured Striker, standing from the bed to walk up to the pale imp.

"Come on, Calamity...no I'm not," Striker shot back irritably, he’d been so sure of this decision, convinced himself of it, but now with Calamity so close his confidence was wavering. So many years alone Striker thought he’d never need anyone nor want anyone with him…until Chaz fell into his life then Calamity came along and now, he didn’t just have one person he wanted but two. Striker had been having an urge the last few months he’d never experienced before…the urge to take a mate or in this case two, he wanted to take Calamity and Chaz as his mates unfortunately seeing the two sharks together along with hearing their history with one another he was certain that they’d never want to be his mates nor would he want to get in the way of the duo.

"What gives you the impression you're not needed? Do you...do you think me, and Chaz don't want you?" Calamity inquired with a concerned furrow to his brow.

"Nah, it's just...Ya and Chaz have history together so it's only natural that you'd form a relationship with him," Striker explained.

"Well...yes...but that doesn't mean we can't all be together," Calamity stated, his natural instinct of a shark kicking in.

"Humph, that's sweet of Ya Calamity, but let's face it I'm nothin' to the two of Ya other then a good fuck," Striker retorted with a huffed laugh.

"That's not true at all!" Calamity immediately exclaimed feeling almost offended by the implication.

"Ain't it?" Striker shot back.

"No, Striker...how did you come to that conclusion?" Calamity asked once again furrowing his brow in confusion.

"How could I not? Chaz and Ya cuddle together after sex, Ya protect one another and yer romantic wit one another. Ya tell me what I'm missin' here," Striker calmly listed off to Calamity.

"Oh...oh...I guess I can see how that would make it seem like you're just an extra body. Striker, I'm so sorry." Calamity sorrowfully apologized realizing for the first time just how they’d been treating Striker, averting his gaze to the side briefly.

"Exactly, now don't get it twisted I ain't got a problem wit that but at some point, I just gotta move on," Striker added still using that calm and rather flat tone.

"No, Striker...you've completely misunderstood. Me and Chaz...I think I speak for both of us when I tell you, we care about you as much as we care about one another,” Calamity corrected Striker.

“What? Calamity I…” Striker’s train of thought was cut off by Calamity pulling him into a kiss.

“You can leave if that’s what you really want, I won’t stop you…I’d really like you to stay though,” Calamity whispered after pulling from the kiss.

Striker wanted to argue, wanted to just walk out the door without looking back, but he couldn’t, not with Calamity looking so passionately down at him, not with his instinct returning at full force. Dropping his duffle to the ground Striker grabbed Calamity by the face, pulling him into another kiss which he deepened by inserting his tongue into the shark’s mouth eliciting a surprised moan.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed Ya ta say that” Striker admitted pulling from the kiss leaving Calamity slightly panting.

“Does this mean you’re staying?” Calamity asked, hands resting on Striker’s hips.

“Yeah, and I have a question for Ya and when he gets back, Chaz too,” Striker confirmed.

“Oh? What’s that?” Calamity inquired arching a brow curiously.

“Would Ya be willin’ for me ta mark Ya? With a mating mark?” Striker inquired.

“You want…us as mates?” Calamity quarried seeking confirmation.

“Yes, I wanna mark Ya and Chaz too…it’s all I’ve wanted to do for the past few months,” Striker confirmed.

“I mean…I’m fine with it,” Calamity permitted.

Striker smiled wider than he anticipated or meant too because for months now he’d been holding back and denying what he wanted thinking that Calamity nor Chaz would want too, but now…. A few hours later Chaz returned to the motel room and as Calamity predicted the younger shark was also on board with becoming Striker’s mate.

#humor #drama #romance #angst #fluff #helluvaboss #oc #original character #Original Trans Character #Helluva Boss Striker #Helluva Boss Chaz #chazwick thurman #Striker #Striker x Chaz x OC

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crazybigredlove · 2 years ago

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23rd November 2013

Dear Pete,

Bad men are like bad food. The idea of it seems amazing. The smell, the taste; all of it possesses the allure of something magical. You can picture exactly what it will be like as you move it from the fork into your mouth. Your salivary glands go into overdrive in anticipation. The first bite is like a taste explosion. Senses heighten with delight.

In that first moment everything is perfect.

Then time passes. The second bite. The third bite. The magic begins to dwindle with each pass of the fork from the plate to the mouth. It still seems okay and you enjoy it enough that you can justify proceeding with it.

You develop a taste for it. Not the feeling afterwards when your stomach churns and your frame feels bloated. You crave more of that initial bite. So soon after you have another. This will be the last time, or it's okay it won't affect me. Once won't be enough to reel me back in. It's not till later that the real damage shows. Maybe your stomach doesn't feel right, or your moods start to swing, sometimes your clothes get a little tighter... You don't want foods full of nutrients anymore. You want something with sugar or chocolate or pastry - that combination anyway you can. Nothing else can satisfy your craving and all you can think about is the magic of that first bite.

That's what Big Red is like. Like a bad food that messes with my energy levels and makes everything else seem bland when I can't have it, but it's really only that first bite that satisfies me. Everything after that is a disappointment that is quickly forgotten with the promise of another first bite.

"Are you planning on getting out of bed today?" "Yes." "When?" He stood in the doorway glowering in at me. "Soon."

"You need to be at work in fifteen minutes and even if you run there it will take at least twenty-five." "Oh. That's problematic." I heard how monotone I was. It was a perfect match for the hollowness inside me.

"You need to get up." "You need to get up!" "Olivia, don't mimic me when I'm trying to help you." "I would get up, but I can't." "Why not?" "I can't think of a single thing to get out of bed for." And I meant it. I wasn't being dramatic; I was drowning. "You need to get up or you are going to lose your job." "Oh. That. I'm moving." I throw the covers off but don't move. "Out of the bed, Liv. Out. Wash your hair." "I can't. Once I do that he's gone. For good. His scent disappears and he goes with it." Suddenly I'm aware of the threat of damp streaks down my face and I breathe deeply, holding them at bay. "What do I do then?" "You get up. You take it one step at a time. You get in the shower. You wash your hair. You get on with your life. You keep doing that until you don't need to tell yourself over and over again that you have to do those things. Get. Out. Of. Bed." There's a lot of loud exhaling and grunting, a few animal noises, and finally I am on my feet, standing proudly and ready to face the day as long as no one expects anything of me that I don't want to give. "Shower."

That's how the next ten minutes passes, Christopher barking an order at me and me executing it because I had no strength or willpower to argue. No volition to develop a plan of my own. Going through the motions, following directions.

When I got home this afternoon he was sitting on the couch as if he'd been there the whole day waiting for me to return.

"Liv? Sit down. We need to talk." No good conversation ever started with those words. He had told me that himself. I used them to break-up with Lucas, my parents said them when they told me my grandmother was dead, and now here was Christopher laying them down before me. "Okay," I gulped and perched on the edge of the seat. "Liv, it's happening again. You put all this energy into feeling better and then you let him back in with open arms. You let him do this to you. You know he's not going to stick around, yet you have sex with him and then spend the next two weeks splashing around in a pool of self-loathing and regret. Get off the carousel." "I'm trying," I say meekly, not even sure whether I mean it or not. Because really, how hard did I try to not let him in the door? "How? How're you trying?" "I've told them to leave me alone. I've told them all that I can't do friendship anymore because I'm looking for something more. You don't understand..." "Make me understand because I can't do this anymore. I can't sit around and keep watching you implode," he urged. "Before Big Red you were an unstoppable force. You laughed all day, you never stopped smiling, and now you alternate between being deliriously happy and wallowing in sorrow. In five months this guy has ripped your soul out at least five times and yet you keep going back to him. What happened to the woman who was always ready to take on the world? What happened to the woman who had a plan and goals? Your social life has dwindled to the point where it's practically non-existent. All you do is work, sleep, and go to the gym. And you only go there so that you can say you're getting out. Other than Dylan have you made a single friend there? Do you even know anyone else's name?"

There's a sting to his words like being slapped. It's the reality of how many people Big Red's games are impacting on. Closing my eyes I try to make the room stop spinning, but it still feels as if I'm falling.

"It's just..." I begin, but I'm so tired. So tired of it all. Speaking is draining the remaining energy from my body but I force myself. "I don't want to meet someone new. I don't want to have to work out all over again who are the people I can trust and who are the ones that are going to screw me over. I know what I get with him and I care about him all the same and at the time it never seems that bad. I feel like I can handle it. But I don't want the version that I get, I want her version."

"But that's it, Liv. Her version isn't real. He shows her what she needs to see for them to stay together. You're in love with an image he created to fool some stupid girl with pink hair. He's like an actor working off a script. For whatever reason he's bold enough and stupid enough to show you his real side, yet you're still here hoping that the fabricated side is the reality. He trusts you enough to show you who he really is and you still won't believe him when he tells you what a fucktard he is."

"That was the last time," I say meekly. "Liv, it's always the last time."

It was true. I knew it was. Maybe that's why I didn't bother to argue. It would have been so easy to cry but I was too exhausted to try and dredge some more tears up. Maybe I'd broken my tear ducts with all that crying back in July and August. Maybe deep down I didn't care anymore.

An unstoppable force.

What was I now though? If I'd changed so much what had I changed into and how do I get me back?

"I love him. It's perverted. It's fucked up. It's wrong. But I feel that way." "Do you really though? Is it love or is it your constant obsession with being the one who leaves? Your insatiable need to know that you're important enough to everyone that no one will ever forget you?"

"Does it matter? All I want to do is sit on the couch and eat Penang chicken because that was the last meal we had together. Do you know how fucked up that is?" "Yes."

"It's been twenty-four hours since he left and I keep staring at the phone hoping that he'll call or text, that he'll tell me he struggles with this as much as I do, and I know that the second I hear those words I will lose all interest. But here I sit, hoping to hear them all the same, so that it's me who left him for a change."

I hate experiencing revelations.

Christopher watched me. "You did leave him. Remember? Way back at the start you saw right through him and you left him. What would you even do if you got him?" "What?"

"Have you ever stopped to think about what it would look like if the two of you were together? If he did come back, or even if he'd never left. Constantly wondering where he is? Is he messaging her when you're not looking?"

"It would suck. It would be painful." "You don't love him, Liv. There's something else going on here. I don't know what it is, but it's not love. It's like some sick, twisted power play between the two of you. The sad bit is that none of it matters because he picked her. He loves her. He doesn't love you." "And that's where the story ends." "Unless you want to keep on being miserable? Sometimes I wonder if misery isn't where you're happiest."

Is that it though? Am I happier in my misery? Is it possible that you get so addicted to drama that you feel more comfortable when things are going horribly wrong than when they're going right?

Liv x

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years ago

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Missed you (R.B)

Warning(s); Fluff,kissing…more like making out,homophobia didn’t exist in the 1980’s argue with the wall!,Steve being a good best friend,fingering,oral (F receiving),semi public sex.

Pairing(s); Robin Buckley x (Afab) Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you finally come back from summer camp to surprise Robin.

A/n; I like girls sm🤭

You couldn’t be any more excited the second your mom stopped outside the video store. “Bye!” You said and closed the door. Your heart dropped when you saw her back in the glass doors. You came back from camp 2 days early to surprise Robin and were anxious that she’d be upset you lied about having to stay.

You walked up and grabbed a hold of the door seeing her talking to someone you hadn’t met yet but knew, Steve “dingus” Harrington. “Robi!” You squealed and Robin turned around pure shock filling her face as she ran over to you. “Baby! When’d you get back?” She asked lifting you up with ease as you wrapped your legs around her waist hugging her tight.

“I missed you, missed you so so so much!” You said and she hugged you back sitting your legs back on the ground. Robin was a few inches taller then you so you had to look up just slightly to see into her eyes. “You look so pretty!” You said making her smile. “Me? Look at you! How’d you get here?” “My mom dropped me off” Robin pouted softly “so we don’t have all that long?” Your mom wasn’t the best with giving you and Robin time to see each other. In her defense she ran her own business and was truly busy.

“No, I can stay as long as I want I’d just have to borrow a phone to call her” Robin smiled and bent down to peck your lips softly. You whined and huffed “Robi! You’re gonna mess up my lipglosssss” you still smiled as she pulled away. You used your thumb to wiped off the shiny glitter left over her lips. “Ahem!” You both looked towards the counter Steve still standing there.

“Ignore him” Robin said and you smiled wrapping your arms around her neck as you both hugged once more. “How was camp?” She asked finally leading you over towards the counter. “It was good! There was a kid who literally screamed the whole time but otherwise” Robin laughed quietly and lifted you onto the counter. “Sigh, Steve this is y/n,y/n Steve” you waved at him smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you. Robin talks a lot about you” she elbowed him and you giggled softly “well I’m not much better I’m sure the other counselors got tired of me talking about you” that made Robin grin and shift close enough to kiss your cheek.

You stayed quiet for the next few hours watching Robin work and her and Steve poke at each other. You inputted here and there and reminded Robin to be nice to Steve.

Eventually robins break rolled around and she pulled you towards the back “am I allowed in here?” You asked with a smile and she shrugged “well, you are now” she pulled you into the break room. Now that the two of you were alone you could feel the built up tension of the last 3 weeks. The camp didn’t even have a phone so you wrote her letters exchanging them every few days was hardly enough. You missed her so badly you were sure your heart was gonna explode when you first saw her.

You both knew exactly why she brought you back here. “Robi.” You said and she smiled at you “you alright?” She clarified before she even touched you. “Yes. Missed you” Robin took that as a green light and leaned down to kiss you. Her hands reaching to hold your hips while yours went around her neck. The kiss quickly turned to a desperate,sloppy mess. Teeth clanking and tongues touching as she dropped her head to suck at your jaw and neck.

“W-wore this just for you” you gasped feeling her teeth scrape your neck. She smiled eyeing the tiny dress you wore, it had thin straps and barely managed to cover your butt. It was a soft purple color with yellow flowers dusted around it. “It’s very pretty. I’m gonna take it off though” you nodded and she hooked your fingers around the straps sliding them down your arms.

The dress pooled down at your feet and you suddenly felt vulnerable in just your lace bra and cotton panties. “God I missed you. Such a pretty girl,makes me so horny to see you like this. Just wanna fuck you stupid, fuck” you giggled at her little ramble and grabbed a hold of her wrist. “Missed you so much Robi,want you so bad” you pressed her hand against your aching pussy and she let out a hot breath.

“Want my fingers?” She asked and you nodded frantically “please Robi, I..I’ve been a good girl.” Robin tugged your panties down your thighs and swiped her fingers through your folds making you mewl. “Really? Didn’t touch yourself at all?” You shook your head “waited for you..wanted to be good like I promised” robins fingers sunk into your core and moaned out back arching. “Shh,easy baby ive got you.” She assure and dipped her head down to peck your lips.

Robin worked her fingers at a slow and perfect pace curling them just when she needed to have you seeing stars. You tried to keep your moans muffled by kissing her but it wasn’t long until you couldn’t kiss back anymore too drunk on pleasure. “Robi…Robi it…I feel so good.” She smiled kissing down your neck “I know it does. Listen to how messy you sound honey. Leaking onto floor probably.” Robin teased and you whined “not…not that…that messy” you moaned out as a rebuttal, it came out high pitched and whiney not sounding believable in the slightest.

“It’s okay to be messy, you’re my messy little girl and I love it baby. Love watching you crumble on my fingers makes me so happy. You do such a good job, sound so fucking pretty” you felt your cheeks blush from her praise. You could feel your stomach tightening and gripped her arm leaning your head back against the wall. “Yes. That’s it,cum. cum for me. I want it, I want it baby. Need it, need to feel your sweet little pussy tighten on my fingers.” Her encouragement just sent you flying over the edge and your thighs trembled as you cling onto her arm.

Her fingers slowly pushed you through your orgasm and you sighed when the stopped pulling away leaving you empty. you watched rather hazily as she cleaned her glistening fingers. “Always taste so god damn good.” You smiled and pecked her lips “how much longer you got left?” You asked finally coming down from your afterglow. “15 minutes” you hummed “think you can make that work?” She nodded with a smirk playing on her lips.

Soon after robins pants and panties were shucked down to her ankles and you were lapping determinedly at her pussy. Her fingers carded through your hair as she let out soft moans and quiet groans. You flattened your tongue over her clit and bobbed your head up and down making her let out a soft squeal. She looked down at you through hooded eyes and you looked back a obvious smile on your lips.

You focused back on her closing your eyes and sucking her clit into your mouth lapping at the small bud. You dipped your head down and pressed your tongue into her entrance lapping at her juices she was letting out. You kept your tongue moving inside her while you thumbed over her clit. “Shit…shit that’s it baby. Just like that you’re gonna make me cum” you kept it up fastening your pace. “Fuck!” She squealed out and her thighs tightened around your face as you slurped up every bit of cum she let out.

You pulled away and licked over your lips wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. You gently rubbed her thigh hoping to help calm her down slightly. “You’re the best at that, shit” she huffed and you giggled tugging her pants back up her legs. “I love you so much. I missed you too” she gripped your cheeks and kissed you once more. “How much longer until Steve comes banging on the door?” You asked getting your dress back on and your panties fixed. “Maybe 5 minutes?” You smiled and leaned up to kiss her again.

You both grumbled when the knock sounded Robin kicked the door and continued to kiss you. “Robin! I swear to god I’ll leave you here with no help.” You grumbled and pulled from her lips “fuck off Harrington!” You yelled through the door meeting her lips again. He continued to bang on the door and Robin groaned flinging the door open. “I’m never letting you kiss another Fucking girl.” She huffed wrapping her hand in yours. “That’s not even fair your break was over 10 minutes ago” Robin shot him a glare “pretty sure you went over 20 last time Eddie was here.” Steves cheeks turned red and he rolled his eyes.

You and Robin both laugh as she pulls you back towards the front. “Steves your ride you really should be nicer to him” she shrugged “he wouldn’t leave me because he knows I have dirt on him” you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend and smiled.

#fem reader #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley concept #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

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coldfanbou · 2 years ago

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Decisions Decisions (ICSM pt2)

So this is a continuation of the storyline from the Jihyo piece, I wanted to put in more story, so this is an attempt at that. It's slightly angsty. It hurt me to make Nayeon villainous because she's my bias. I hope everyone has a good day. Oh, also, I have no idea what I could title this series; if anyone has a good idea, please say it

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Nayeon x M reader featuring voyeur Dahyun

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It had been a few days since you got caught having sex with Jihyo in Twice’s locker room. Those three words that Nayeon said are stuck in your head “We want in.” In any other situation, it might have been a dream to hear those words considering that Twice had some of the most beautiful women, but it was difficult for you to enjoy that. Following those words, an argument short started between Jihyo and Nayeon. Jihyo and Nayeon would say some pretty harsh things before Jihyo would stop arguing and escort you to the exit of the building, telling you that she would talk to you later. Your relationship with Jihyo was a "friends with benefit" one, but at the same time, you had spent a long time just being her friend. Being there for her when she needed you, hearing all the problems that she went through. A sense of worry overwhelmed you; you had messaged her asking if everything was okay, but there was no response. You started to think that maybe your actions were a huge mistake. Maybe you ruined everything for the two of you. There was no use in overthinking it now; you’d just have to hope everything would be fine. Getting ready for bed, you hear a knock on the door; looking through the peephole, you see a group of people. They wore oversized clothes, masks, and sunglasses to blend in, but it only made them stand out more.

At that moment, Jihyo’s voice rings out, “Hey, it’s me; let us in.” Opening the door, it’s evident that Twice had all come together. Making their way inside, you tell them to take a seat anywhere. Nayeon makes her way to the center of the room, taking a seat on the couch. The rest of the members sat around her. Jihyo herself stands in the corner glaring at them. It’s difficult to tell what exactly they might’ve talked about before, but with the tension in the air, you can tell they didn’t come to any sort of agreement.

“Take a seat,” Nayeon tells you, pointing right in front of her. Glancing at Jihyo, she nods, never taking an eye off Nayeon. Sitting in front of Nayeon and the rest of Twice sends a shiver down your spine. A feeling in the back of your head is telling you that this can’t possibly be good. “Jihyo’s been telling us that you two have had this sort of relationship for a while, is that right?” You nod along, unsure of how you should be answering. “Well, you see, idols like us have a lot of unfulfilled desire, as I’m sure you can tell” Nayeon’s eyes shifted between you and Jihyo as she said that. “If you were able to hide your relationship with Jihyo from even us for so long, I think you would be a great person to have. So I’m here to offer you a position. Why don’t you become our little sex slave? Jihyo’s already agreed to share you with us; all we need is for you to agree.” A large grin forming over Nayeon’s face sends more chills down your spine

You’re completely overwhelmed by what Nayeon’s just said; she’s entirely unlike what you would have imagined by her on-screen personality. Even though she hasn’t threatened you in any way, the tone in her voice holds such power that it feels like one. Stuttering, you ask, “H-has Jihyo really agreed to this?” The power dynamics of your relationship have made themselves apparent at this point.

“Yes, she has, isn’t that right, Jihyo?”

“That’s right,” Jihyo responds with a muted voice. You can’t believe what you just heard; Jihyo agreed to this.

“I’m not sure; I’ll need time to think about this.” It feels like agreeing to this is betraying Jihyo. You turn to look at her; she’s not meeting your gaze. She’s turned away from you.

“Let me help you make up your mind.” As you turn back to face Nayeon, she’s leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, her tongue trying to access your mouth. She pushes you onto your back. She’s straddling you now. “ Why don’t you all go back to the dorms? I’ll stay here and convince him.” The girls start to make their way out; in the corner of your eye, you see Jihyo’s face, a tear falling as she turns and walks out.

As everyone leaves, Dahyun stops at the door before turning around and asking, “Unnie can’t I stay and watch?”

“Sure you can. You can use this as an opportunity to learn.” Whispering into your ear Nayeon says, “You know she’s very curious about sex. She’s our pure little girl. Don’t you just want to ruin her, turn her into your very own cumdump” Nayeon’s words have a profound effect as you grow harder hearing her talk about Dahyun in that way. “Oh, I can feel you love that idea about pumping our little Dubu full of your cum. Let me show you what your life as our sex slave will be like if you agree” Nayeon starts grinding against you, slowly stripping down. Her smooth skin is fully revealed to you now, her shapely breasts with her small pink nipples, her toned midriff, it was impossible to look away from Nayeon’s body. Your focus was entirely dedicated to Nayeon, as you soon forgot Dahyun was watching just feet away. Nayeon’s smile grew wider as she noticed you staring. Without saying a word, she takes your clothes off, your shirt going first, before she strips you of your shorts and boxers in a single fluid movement. “Wow, I can see why Jihyo kept you hidden from us. She wanted to keep this all to herself,” Nayeon says while slapping her face with your cock. Nayeon’s hand glides over your length as she starts to stroke your cock methodically. Her pace would shift from a quick 5-second burst of energy to a painfully slow movement, occasionally stopping to rub the head of your cock with her thumb in small circular motions. Nayeon seemed to be a master at this; it hadn’t been more than a minute before you felt yourself on the verge of cumming. Nayeon then releases her grip, distracted by all the pleasure she had been giving you; you failed to notice Nayeon had taken the rest of her clothes off. As she straddles you again, she hovers above your cock. “So what do you say, are you in?”

“I-I don’t-” You can’t finish your sentence; you moan out in pleasure as Nayeon takes your cock and begins to tease you. She’s grabbed hold of your cock, angling it towards the entrance of her pussy, having the head run along her wet folds. Your cock becomes slicker as her juices run down it.

“What was that?” Nayeon asks in a teasing voice, a laugh following it. You can feel yourself reaching your limit.

“Please” That’s all you can get out; you don’t even mean to say it. It just comes out of your mouth.

“Please, what? You have to be clear and tell me what you want.”

At the moment, everything else around you vanishes, nothing matters, your focus entirely on Nayeon.

“Please, I want you.” With those words, you had just agreed to be Twice’s shared boy toy for the foreseeable future. Nayeon’s laugh echoes through your head; you lose control; grabbing her hips, you bring her down. Impaling her on your cock, going into the depths of Nayeon's warm slick pussy you cum inside her. It’s a shock to her system, the feeling of being filled. She collapses on top of you.

Her head on your shoulder turns to you, a laugh coming out first. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Nayeon goes in for a kiss, one that you don’t refuse. As you try to lift Nayeon, she quickly plants herself back down on your cock. “You don’t get to control me, lover boy; you are my slave remember?” A devious smile forms on her face as she grinds on your now sensitive cock. She bends down, kissing your chest, eventually reaching your nipple and licking around it. As moans escape you, you’re able to glance over, only to see Dahyun fingering herself under the skirt she had worn. She bit her bottom lip, and her eyes were full of lust as she watched you and Nayeon fuck. Nayeon slaps you, “You’re supposed to focus on me.” She raises and drops her hips, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. “Tonight, you’re all mine, and I’m going to make sure to drain you of everything you have.”

As she continues to throw herself at you, she demands that you match her. “I want you to reach my womb and fill me up with your cum; I want every last drop.” You follow her lead; Nayeon’s moans become louder and louder with each thrust. As you’re about to reach your climax again, you feel Nayeon’s pussy tighten its grip around you; with one more thrust, you unleash another wave of cum into Nayeon. Her back arching and the piercing scream she lets out are signs that she came too. Despite that, she doesn’t stop moving her hips. “Fuck, that’s what I needed; you better not give out on me now. I want to get at least another round out of you. You did great for your first round, though; just this once, I’ll give you a little treat.” Nayeon takes your cock out of her, moving so that your cock now lines up with her asshole. As slick as your cock now was with your cum and Nayeon’s juice, there was no way it would go inside her in one smooth motion. You would have to deal with the pressure of lasting until you were fully inside her ass. Nayeon, not showing any hesitation, pushes the head of your cock in, her moans louder than before. “Fuck, you’re so big” She slowly lowers herself down more to your length “Fuck Fuck Fuck” Her moans are coming out of her faster now. Nayeon was two-thirds down your shaft when she decided to drop herself. The sudden movement causes you both to let out a huge moan. Nayeon’s asshole was much tighter; she let out another laugh, her tongue hanging out of her mouth Nayeon is thoroughly enjoying having your cock deep inside her.

“Nayeon, please wait.”

“You’re not the one in control here; I am.” As she says that, she begins her movements, wild and erratic, Nayeon is going to drive you both crazy. Her tight ass causes you to reach your limit early; all you can do is try and hold on. Her quick movements made her slick, allowing her to go as fast as she’d like. You would have to try and get her to cum quickly. Just then, you manage to have an idea. Nayeon’s ego might be your ticket out if you can feed it with praise. “Fuck, your dick is so big; I bet you fuck Jihyo like this all the time, don’t you?” Nayeon moans out; as you thrust deep into her ass, you reach out and grab her tits.

“I do, but you’re so much better; she’s never let me fuck her ass.”

“That’s right, I’m so much better than her,” Nayeon’s moans start coming faster and faster.

“Nayeon, you’re so much better; why don’t you let me be your personal fuckstick.”

“Fuck, that’s right, I'll make you my own; you’ll never want to be with her again.” Nayeon begins dropping herself at an even faster pace, “Fuck, I’m cumming, cum inside me; cum inside my ass.”

At that moment, you release all your pent-up tension, cumming inside of Nayeon. Both of you released screams of pleasure, a third voice joining you as Dahyun reached her climax. In all the action, you had forgotten that Dahyun was here again. You see, she has removed her blouse when you look over at her. Her skirt was now wet with her juices. Looking back at Nayeon, she was recovering from her last orgasm. As she lifts herself off you, some of your cum leaks. As you both get up, Nayeon says, “You can clean that up later. You made a smart decision today; you won’t regret it.” One last smile formed across her face. “Dahyun, come on, we have to get back to the dorms.” After making themselves presentable, they begin to take their leave.

Dahyun turns around as she reaches the door; with a big smile, she says. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn with you; we’re going to have a great time” As she walks out, you're all alone. A sense of guilt is overcoming you. You feel empty. You hear your phone go off when you go over and check it; you see a group chat message.

“I hope we can all have lots of fun together.” It was coming from Nayeon. You disregard the message and instead send a private message to Jihyo.

“Jihyo, you can’t really be okay with this, right? Please talk to me.”

“I don't want to talk right now. Just give me some space. Please.” It’s heartbreaking, but what can you do now? All you can do right now is clean your apartment.

#twice smut #nayeon smut #male reader #kpop smut

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samandcolbyownme · 1 year ago

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Summary: Anon request - “Heey, i hope u're good and i hope u're accepting requests. I'm in love with ur works and i was wondering if u could write a very smutty piece about Sam and the reader being best friends (she's living with snc, bc they've been best friends all their lives). Maybe lately both Sam and the reader start noticing each other a lot more than before, like y/n is studying one night and Sam comes back from his run, they have a late night snack and it's all blushy and cute. But the upcoming days there's a lot of sexual tension between them until Sam just decides to put an end to their friendship to become more. I hope it's ok ♥️”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, angst, hair pulling, choking, scratching, oral (f rec), fluff with filth

Word Count: 5.7k | Not Edited Yet

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