#DRAG HIS FUCKING ASS BY THE HAIR ACROSS THE STAGE

[brainworm-blitz]

Have you ever gotten such violent catharsis over a show that you almost foam at the mouth

That's the election arc of Hunter x Hunter.

[hitomisuzuya]

YAAAAY YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAIN <3333

okay. imagine, archon!scara who absolutely gives you no breaks during a good time, enjoying the way we sob from overstim and beg for him to slow down but he knows damn well we're enjoying it... bonus if tons of cum because he just cannot wait to get a baby in your already overflowing womb (this got way too self indulgent i am so sorry 😭)

💜non will now exit the stage!! ONCE AGAIN LOVE YOUR WRITING BTWWW

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Overstimulation. Breeding kink.

Allow me to get twice as self indulgent❤️ Thank you very much 🥺

To say that Scaramouche was losing all sense of rationality was an understatement. His cock was squelching perfectly in and out of your sopping cunt that he just couldn't stop. There was an extra drive to his intent tonight.

The intent to breed you.

"I fucking swear I will knock you up, slut," He hissed, loosening his grip on your hips to smack a hand across your ass. He grabbed a handful of your hair, turning your face out of the pillows so you couldn't muffle your moans.

His feverish pace took your breath away, your fingers clawing into the sheets as you pushed back against his cock. His cock kissed into your sweet spot, making you see stars , feeling every pulse dragging along your sensitive walls.

Tears stung your eyes, drool pooling down your cheek and onto the pillow. "My God, Scaramouche, please cum inside me again!" You cried out, barely being able to hold yourself up on your elbows.

"Fuck..What a slut," He moaned, reaching around to caress your stomach. His hips smacked against yours, fueled by thoughts of seeing your belly swollen with his child. He was positive your belly had a pocket from how much cum he'd fucked inside of you already. "I'll make your whore cunt hold it all."

Scaramouche let out a husky laugh as you suddenly creamed on his cock. Your velvety walls squeezing around him made cum rope inside of you. He let out a satisfied groan, his body quivering in bliss seeing his cum seep out around his cock.

Pulling out of you, he flipped you over onto your back. Hastily, he batted your legs apart and crawled between them. Using two fingers, he pushed some cum back up inside of you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

Licking his lips, his tongue swept out to lick lines greedily up and down your ruined hole. Groaning, he latched his lips onto your clit. Your hips jerked up into his mouth, your hands finding the back of his head. "Scara..Scara please..too much.." You whimpered, pushing his mouth down as the ache of overstimulation curled through you.

A broken sob tore from your throat, making him a vibrate a moan on your clit. "Cry louder for me while I fuck you fuller," He took his mouth off your clit, giving it a flick that made your body shake from overstimulation. "Beg some more."

Your near scream of pleasure as he bullied his cock back inside of you was exquisite to him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as you writhed underneath him. "Too much.. please.." You babbled, wrapping a leg around him, "fuck me harder.."

Scaramouche didn't need to be told twice. He stole your lips up in a rough, dominant kiss. He wrestled your tongue easily into submission. He nipped at your lower lip as he pulled away. "Look at my precious girl, too fucked out underneath her Archon to even think," He cooed, swiping his thumb over a tear that fell from your eye.

You sobbed and whimpered in bliss, fueling him to give you what you begging for. How could he not with you looking so delicate and desperate while you sobbed for him?

Scaramouche intertwined his fingers through yours, squeezing them lovingly as he held you down. His hips snapped into yours, his cock throbbing between your overstimulated walls. You only shook more as another orgasm broke over you, making your body fall limp underneath him.

The way you were babbling incoherently about how much you wanted to give him children made more cum rope inside of you. He held your hips still, letting out a long, satisfied moan as more squelched out around his cock.

It was a satisfying thing to see as he pulled out of you. You shivered as his finger circled your clit, scooping some cum on it. "For good measure," He said, pushing his finger into your mouth.

[bluesidez]

HEY POOKS. Could you write a DBF!Miguel x dancer!reader. He just loves to watch her dance in competitions and recitals and helps her practice her routine by counting out 8’s for her <333

( maybe he can give reader a reward for doing so well but idk 🤭 )

[Rehearsal]

lab tester: Anonymous Participant (Hi @snails-doodles22) 🩻

summary: Miguel keeps you grounded as you prepare for a dance competition. 

content warning: age gap (abeg she’s 21+), secret relationship, fluff, like two suggestive?? lowkey explicit scenes so MINORS BEWARE, a few thoughts of frustration/failure but nothing serious just the thoughts of an artist

word count: 1.9k, halfway proofread

a/n: Hi hi!! This one was really a challenge for me!! and Idk if I’ll write DBF again ngl Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it! I leaned more on the age gap aspect of the relationship and pulled from how I felt when practicing for my own recitals/competitions 🤠! (I get extremely snappy and mean lol)

A Grand Adage (as best as I, not a professional ballerina but I practiced for 3 years, can explain) is a slower dance move where you stretch your leg to the front, side, and back without losing your balance. You also have to switch legs…I think. It looks like it takes a LOT of core strength, especially without a partner.

I don’t think I mention it in the story, but I’m imagining this Miguel to have salt and pepper hair, but like, in its early stages. So only a few strands of gray. 

“Damn it.”

The music started to sound more and more jaded as you failed another Grand Adage after powering through the more fast-paced part of your routine. 

You don’t know why you had the bright idea to add the most pain-inducing ballet moves to your contemporary piece, but you were starting to hate yourself for it. It was supposed to represent a crash and burn of rushing perfection which was ironic because you were feeling those emotions tenfold.

“You’re not going to get it if you keep trying to force it like that.” You heard Miguel from across the room and the music finally stopped. “It’s a pause between those last two counts. You know this, chiquita.”

You huffed out a chuckle as you got up, “Knowing and doing are two different things. I know what’s coming, which is why I keep anticipating it and messing it up.”

“The studio is all yours for a few more hours,” Miguel sighed. “Take a breath and try it again.”

“That’s so easy for you to say. You’re not the one busting your ass,” you mumbled as you got back into your starting position. 

Miguel crossed his arms, head leaning on the wall above the barre, “You want to say that again?”

You dropped your arms and stared at him, face blank. 

After a minute or so of you going silent, he unfolded his arms and beckoned you towards him. 

You dragged your feet to get to him, hands hugging yourself. 

“I know you want this to be perfect, but snapping at me isn’t going to help that.” His hands made their way to the back of your thighs, rubbing up and down the tightened muscles. 

“I’m sorry, I just-” you rubbed your eyes with your palms. “The competition is so soon and I keep fucking the routine up.”

“And you’ve also done it perfectly countless other times. You’ve got this! I know you do. I’ve seen how much work you’ve put into dancing and that’s not going to change.”

“But Miguel-”

“But nothing. I’ve seen how you become a new person on the stage. You demand the attention of your audience in a way that your peers can’t. You’re captivating and alluring so I’m not going to sit here and let you think otherwise.”

You look at him with a face that says “I know you’re right, but I don’t want you to be,” and just fall onto his lap, wallowing in his arms while you breathe in his cologne. 

He nuzzled you on the head, hands patting at your ass, hands warm and firm through your tights, “Now can you try again for me?”

“Can I have a kiss?” you say, lips rivaling a rubber duckie. 

He chuckles at you but obliges, heart too soft when it comes to you. 

You get up with new ambition, taking a deep breath as you stride back to the middle of the room. 

“I’m going to count out loud for you this time, is that ok?”

“Yeah,” you reply, arms molding into a sharp form. 

When the music starts this time, you hone in on Miguel’s voice, taking leaps and turns with his timbre. Your heart thumps all the same, but your brain isn’t as loud. 

As the Grand Adage comes again, Miguel’s voice stays calm, never wavering. You tighten your core and lift your leg high, hands framed beautifully and foot pointed sharp as you hold your arms above your head. As you bring your leg back down to begin to turn, your heart almost stops when your body remains stable and strong. You can’t believe it but try to keep the piece's emotion steady. 

You switch legs without trouble, eyes catching Miguel watching your form in the mirror. His face is serious but you can’t hear that in his voice, making you feel fuzzy. You keep up the pace, repeating the same move but gearing up to do an Illusion.

Like a flash, you bring your leg down and bend your body, foot spinning swiftly to perform the trick. Your heartbeat is roaring in your ears as you move through the rest of the routine, mind too excited from your success to completely portray the ending emotions of dance. 

Once you finish, you’re quick to get out of your position, face lit up as you turn to Miguel. When you run to him, you’re screaming with glee. He only stumbles a bit when you jump in his arms, body wrapped around him like a koala. 

“Miguel! Did’ya see it? Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” you laughed as he spun you around.

“I told you you could do it, amor. You just needed to get out of your head.”

“Ok ok, three more times and I think I’ll be ready to leave.”

“Well let’s get busy, chiquita. We’ve got work to do.”

You run through the routine again and again, becoming more confident each time. After every successful routine, Miguel’s praises get more and more loving. First a deep hug, then a few pecks to the lips, then a makeout session that has you squirming for more. 

“Is your dad picking you up today?” he said, lips on your neck.

You turn your nose up at the mention of him, “No, I took the bus.”

“Could have asked me to drop you off.”

“You were at work, Miggy. Didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re never a bother,” he stopped to move his forehead to yours. “You can come over tonight. You need to relax after all of this hard work.”

“And what do I tell my dad when he asks where I am?” your eyes pan from his eyes to his lips, fingers reaching up to go through his hair. 

“Tell him you’re at a girlfriend’s house.”

You twist your mouth to the side, pretending to think.

“How are you planning to relax me?”

“A hot bath.”

You snickered, knowing better than to believe that was all he was planning to do, but taking his word for it. 

Hours later when you were laid on your back, hands gripping the sheets below you and Miguel holding your legs up as he stroked deep inside, your suspicions were confirmed. Your skin was soft from the bath and your muscles were like jelly after he spent an hour massaging every tight muscle out of you. The room was full of him, his smell surrounding you, and the noises of him attending to your every need. With every cry of his name, he brought you closer to the horizon. 

On the day of your competition, you didn’t even look at Miguel before you went on, nerves too bad. If he gave you a pep talk, internally, you would be appreciative, but externally, you might tell him to leave you the fuck alone. 

Knowing how you get, he supported you in the best way he could by sending you messages and a light breakfast in the morning. 

“Break a leg, chiquita”

“Not literally of course”

“I’ll be waiting for you once it’s over”

“With a surprise :)”

It was enough to fill you with anticipation, ready to give it all on the floor.

Once your number was called, you went to the center and got into position. The crowd was dark enough to feel like it was just you in the room, but your heart knew otherwise with how fast it was beating. 

When the music starts, it’s like Miguel’s voice is a soundtrack playing through your memory. You can’t see him, but you can feel him in the crowd cheering you on. Your feet move across the floor, body tightening and relaxing when needed. Your face wears a frustrated expression, portraying the sentiment of everything falling out of control. Your leaps and turns come one after another moving your form across the stage. 

The Grand Adage comes to you like lightning, you don’t even notice you’re doing it until it happens. The muscle memory takes over and you transition to the Illusion like it's nothing. Your mind wanders as you go through to the end of the routine, finishing strongly with your pose on the floor.

The cheers of the audience are what bring you back to reality. A feeling of relief washes over you as you stand and bow, smiling brightly. 

Standing with the other dancers from your category, you don’t expect the judges to call your name for first place, so when they all turn to look at you, you feel like you might have walked out in your underwear by accident. 

It isn’t until you’re handed a bouquet of flowers and a trophy that it dawns on you that your hard work has paid off. The check was no measly amount of money either. 

Looking out to the crowd, you can see Miguel standing up with his hands cupped over his mouth as he yells. Your family is standing next to him cheering as well. You wave at them, jumping up and down in excitement. Only you can see the wink Miguel gives you. 

When you meet them out in the lobby, you have to stop yourself from keeping your attention on Miguel. 

“You did amazing, honey,” your dad says, squeezing the life out of you. “That flip thing? I don’t know how you did it, but wow!”

“It’s called an Illusion,” Miguel shakes his head. “Keep up.”

“What are you, her coach or something?”

“C’mon you guys,” your mom fusses. “Don’t start bickering in the building. At least wait until we get dinner.”

“‘M gonna ride with Miguel,” you say to them. 

Knowing how much you like his car, your parents think nothing of it and walk out to their own car. 

Once they’re out the door, he turns and gives you a deep kiss, “You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“I just remembered what you said. Kept it in the back of my mind while I performed.”

He smiled and wrapped his hands around your waist, “Yeah?”

You nod and bring his lips to yours again. 

“Where’s my surprise?”

“Always so impatient.”

“You wouldn’t like me any other way.”

“Tienes rázon,” Miguel chuckled. 

Miguel brings a sparkly gift bag to your attention, placing it in your hands. You reach into the bag, tissue paper falling to the floor. You pull out an envelope and a long velvet box. 

You open the box, eyes glittering when you see the necklace inside. 

“Miguel, this is adorable!” 

“Here,” he takes the necklace out of the box. “Let me help you put it on.”

You turn and focus your attention on the envelope, fingers sliding under the sealed flap. 

Your breath halts when you pull the tickets out.

“To Paris?”

You turn to him once your necklace is latched together, eyes teary from happiness.

“You’ve been doing so amazing, I wanted to treat you to an amazing trip.”

“How much did this cost?”

“Nothing that you should worry your head about.”

You crowd his space, kissing his face all over, “Thank you so much, Miguel.”

“Of course. Anything for my girl.”

“I don’t want to go out to dinner now,” you sigh dramatically.

“Yeah? You know we can’t bail, though.”

“Not even if I give my thanks to you in the car?”

Miguel bit the inside of his cheek, watching you grin at him. He’s really way too soft when it comes to you. 

“Vamos.”

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[indouloureux]

Hello! first off love all your work absolutely amazing!!! Can I please request Eddie x fem reader sex in the bathroom at the hideout before a corroded Coffin show while wearing a skirt and you get to feel his cum slipping out and down your thighs while they play and after their show eddie takes you back to his van and locks you clean

how dare you 🤧

18+ mdni. cw: cum eating, oral (f receiving), anal play, squirting, fingering. fem!reader

although the sight of sweat-doused eddie munson with frenzied adrenaline and wet tattoos was a sight to behold, with a guitar slung over his shoulder and lips swollen from the mic, hair all wild and untamed like a beast — it was incomparable to the beauty he immured when he was in between your legs.

you stood there watching him from the crowd with his warm seed ruining your pretty lace panties as it smeared across your thighs, amalgamated with the never-ending spouting of your arousal from your pussy.

it was exciting and mind-boggling; the longer it went on, insanity drove over each second you watched your beloved boyfriend become an absolute sex-fucking-symbol to the eyes of those scrawny sinners that yelled his name.

had you not wanted to keep his cum right on your folds, you would have joined those people who threw their underwear at him. hell, maybe you might have even pounced on him right on that stage.

fucked him while he played the guitar. fucking him while he sang. would've been controversially iconic.

but hey, you're fucking eddie right now. you're the one who's clenching on his fingers, shoving his face deeper.

right as he pressed the tip of his tongue right at your hole that lets his seed out, dragging it between your petals until he reaches your gummy bud and sucks it in his mouth. you mewl, thighs trapping his face, hands lost in his hair.

his face is covered of his cum, and he looks more handsome than ever.

"oh, fuck yeah. that's it baby–" eddie moans against you, vibrations of pleasure sent up like wildfire. he's slurping you up and it's obscene—anyone could hear you from outside of his van and you don't care. "you taste so- so fucking divine."

you mewl out his name, back arched with your legs shaking around him. eddie unlocks his arms from your legs to push your thighs up, until your knees are on either side of your head.

at this advantage, his head bobs as eddie's tongue drives you wild.

"god," your head lulls back, eyes on the back of your skull at this point. "holy fucking shit. knew your mouth was good at other things,"

eddie laughs, moaning at the sight of his cum dripping down to your asshole. he moves down to prod at your tight rim, your moans turning loud yells when his tongue fucks inside.

his ringed fingers stop clasping your thighs to plunge itself in your fluttering hole, left hand moving faster than he switches chords. the libidinous sound of your wetness and his spent spilling around, even on eddie's face.

"i love your ass," a hand comes down to slap one of your ass cheeks, rippling against his face. "taste so fucking amazing. god i love you."

your toes curl and you start sobbing at his fast fingering, at the exhilarating feeling of his tongue inside your asshole. eddie's wild, fucking hungry and determined. eddie's got more potency than he does on stage and you love it.

eddie's fingers scissor and twist in your hot canal, his hums and loud noises of him eating your ass, your sobs and moans louder than his crowd. he relishes this in. he feeds off of it. he lives off of it.

"i'm gonna cum," you warn him, everything so hot and tight, your body convulsing in rapture. "oh- fuck- shit- i'm gonna fucking cum–ooooohhhh my god, yes!"

eddie shakes his head vigorously, panting against you, the front of his face wet like a sheen layer of sweat. his fingers are fast, too fast like it's a motion-still.

finally, you squirt all over his face, like a fountain exploding. while your opalescent seed spills down on his fingers, it comes with that translucent liquid coating his face.

eddie opens his lips for it to fill his mouth, swallowing it all up. his cheeks are all sticky and slick, and you can't resist the urge to lean down and lick from his neck right at his cheek. he smirks.

"best meal i've ever fucking had," eddie lets you lick his face clean, running his fingers along your sensitive folds. "if you don't mind, i'd like to have some more,"

your legs have never spread faster.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Unexpected Visitor || Fred Weasley

Title: Unexpected Visitor Summary: Fred’s day doesn’t go as planned when an unexpected visitor shows up at his office Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI! This contains, daddy kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, unportected vaginal sex, dirty talk, degradation. A/N: ceo!fred is back!!! Also pls creampie responsibly! Tags: @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ @hufflrpuffforfred​ @theweasleysredhair​ @dracoswhore007​ @amourtentiaa​ @lexymoniqu​ @p0tat0nug​ @levylovegood​ @mischiefisbeingmanaged​ @littleweaslette​ @inglourious-imagines​ @darthwheezely​ @rosaliepostsstuff​ @prismarts​ @thisismysketchbook​ @freds-slut​ @izzyyy-1​ @gwhogwartslover​ @rqmanoff​ @amarabln​ @hey-kenna​ @haroldpotterson​ @fancy-pantaloons​ @fand0mskullfa1ry​

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“Mr. Weasley, your wife is here to see you.”

Fred can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth as his secretary’s voice comes through the intercom on his desk and he immediately reaches forward to hit the button that allows him to answer her.

“You can send her in, thanks Sherri.”

Leaning back in his chair Fred beckons Y/N closer as she steps through the door, pushing back from his desk so he can pull her into his lap as soon as she’s within reach. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other cups her cheek so he can thread his fingers through her hair, “What a nice surprise this is.”

Y/N grins at Fred, gently gripping his chin before tilting his head back so she can press a soft kiss to his lips. “I was running some errands in the neighborhood, figured I’d stop in to say hi.”

Fred hums in reply, eyes drifting closed as he pulls her in for a longer kiss. It feels so much like it used to in the early stages of their relationship, back when Y/N was his secretary and she’d find any excuse to sneak into his office for a few stolen moments. He chuckles as their lips part and lets her pull away just enough so that he can look at her face fully.

“You sure you’re not just trying to relive the good days, eh?” he teases, giving Y/N a grin. “If you really miss working here that much I’m sure Sherri wouldn’t mind being reassigned somewhere so you can have your old job back.”

“You’re such a prat,” Y/N admonishes with an eyeroll, shaking her head fondly. “I much prefer spending all of your money, rather than helping you make it.”

“Ah, and here I thought you loved me for something else big and thick in my pants, not my wallet,” Fred jokes, letting out a laugh when Y/N smacks him on the chest.

“Can’t I love both?” Y/N responds with a grin. Her thumb just barely brushes Fred’s bottom lip, her own caught between her teeth as she looks at him. “Can I tell you the real reason why I’m here?”

The breathy quality that Y/N’s voice has taken on makes Fred’s cock twitch in his trousers, and all he can do for a moment is nod as his brain struggles to come up with a coherent thought. “Of course, baby. Tell Daddy why you came to see him.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s back as she shifts on Fred’s lap, thighs squeezing together in a way that’s supposed to be subtle, but doesn’t get past him. “I need you,” she whispers, shifting so that she’s now straddling Fred’s lap rather than sitting sideways across it. “I woke up this morning and the bed was so empty and my cunt was throbbing but my Daddy wasn’t there to make it feel better. And I tried to use my toys and my fingers but they’re not you,” Y/N whines before a breathy moan leaves her lips and hips shift so she can grind her cunt against Fred’s hardening cock.

“Fuck,” Fred groans. He grips Y/N’s hips with his hands, fingers digging into the flesh of her sides so hard her dress starts to drag up from her thighs and over the curve of her ass. “Your pretty little cunt was so desperate for my cock that you had to come all the way here to see me, baby? Needed me so badly that you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

Y/N whines as she nods, hips rolling to get the friction she so desperately needs. “Yes, Daddy, yes,” she manages to choke out, fingers gripping Fred’s shoulders for dear life.

“Oh baby,” Fred tuts, shaking his head patronizingly. He presses his lips together to keep a grin from spreading as an idea pops into his head, and he takes a moment to compose himself before continuing. “Thank you for being so honest with Daddy, and this was really such a nice surprise but,” he pauses as Y/N’s hips immediately still, allowing himself to give her a small smile. “But I’ve got so much work to do today, baby. After all, you know how important Daddy is, and how can I keep paying the AmEx bill if I spend all day with my cock buried in your cunt instead of working?”

Fred shifts forward slightly and kisses Y/N briefly. “So thank you so much for the visit, baby. But I really have to get back to work now.”

“Daddy, no, please,” Y/N begs, pulling herself even closer to Fred. “I’ll be such a good girl, Daddy, I promise. You won’t even know I’m here. You can even keep working, please.”

“Yeah?” Fred asks, unable to keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “You’re so desperate for my cock you’d just sit here in my lap for the rest of the day, keeping it nice and warm in your cunt while I work?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds breathlessly, hips once again starting to grind down against him. “I promise Daddy, please.”

Rather than respond, Fred shifts Y/N down further on his lap so his hands can work on the closure of his trousers. As he shoves his pants and boxers down his hip Y/N lifts the hem of her dress, exposing her bare cunt to the air of the room. “Dirty girl,” he groans, cock twitching as he pulls it free.

Not needing any more of an invitation, Y/N lifts herself up on her knees, letting the tip of Fred’s cock drag through her wetness before notching it at the entrance to her cunt and sinking down onto him. She lets out a breathy moan while Fred buries his noise of pleasure in her hair, hips moving until their bodies are flush together.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Fred praises as Y/N settles in his lap, his cock twtiching as her cunt squeezes around him. “Such a good fucking cocksleeve, princess,” he groans, hands gripping her hips for a brief moment before releasing her. “Now sit here nice and pretty while Daddy gets back to work.”

Soon Fred’s rhythmic typing on his keyboard and Y/N’s soft pants are the only noises that fill the room. She can’t help but clench her cunt around him, head resting on Fred’s shoulder with her face pressed into his neck. Y/N can feel how wet her cunt is, and she’s sure that the front of Fred’s trousers are already soaked through.

All she can feel is Fred’s cock, feel the way is stretching her in the way her body had been craving. Every slight movement of her body seems to shift his cock even deeper, and Y/N’s thighs tremble as Fred’s cock head presses against the spot in her cunt that makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. It’s taking every ounce of willpower she possesses not to just take what she wants, to just rock in Fred’s lap until she’s cumming all over his cock, consequences be damned.

As if sensing her inner battle Fred presses one of his hands against Y/N’s lower back, pressing them even closer together in a way that makes her whine. “Perfect little cunt,” Fred murmurs, keeping his eyes focused on his work as Y/N squirms in his lap. “This fucking cunt was made for me, wasn’t it, princess?”

A humorless chuckle passes through Fred’s lips as all Y/N manages to do is nod, his cock twitching as her cunt pulses around him. “This fucking cunt is mine,” he continues, voice low. “Mine to touch, mine to play with, mine to fuck.” Suddenly Fred thrusts his hips up, making Y/N gasp sharply. “Mine to fucking breed,” he practically growls, making her shiver in his lap.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?” he questions. “Put on this fucking dress without anything underneath it and came all the way over here so that I’d stuff you with my cock and my cum until you’re fucking full of my baby. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds, unable to sit still any longer. She starts to slowly rock her hips, letting quiet moans fall from her lips as her clit brushes against Fred’s pubic bone. “I want it so bad Daddy, please.”

“So fucking desperate for it,” Fred starts, letting himself fully give in to her. He places his hands on her hips, slowly helping guide her movements. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy’s gonna give you just what you fucking want. Gonna fill this cunt up until you’re full, princess. Full of my cock, my cum, my baby. Make sure everyone knows who this slutty little cunt belongs to.”

That’s all it takes to push Y/N to the edge and with a few more rocks of her hips she’s cumming, a whine of Fred’s name falling from her mouth as her toes curl and her cunt clenches around his cock. Fred uses his grip on her hips to keep her moving in his lap, his own hips shifting to fuck up into Y/N as he works towards his own orgasm.

“That’s it, princess,” Fred coos as he fucks her, fingers digging into her hips. “Soak my cock, baby, make a mess in Daddy’s lap.”

Fred’s words mixed with the way he’s fucking her quickly push Y/N over the edge once again, tears falling from the corners of her eyes as her cunt pulses around him in an another orgasm. Fred holds her through it, his hips pumping erratically as he furiously chases his own orgasm.

After one, two, three more thrusts of his hips he presses Y/N down against his lap tightly, getting his cock as deep inside of her as he can, his cock twitching with his orgasm as he fills her up just as he’d promised.

He keeps her on his lap as they both come down, one hand rubbing her back soothingly as he takes a deep breath. As soon as he feels under control Fred leans forward and hits the button on his intercom.

“Sherri? Why don’t you head out early. I’m just going to finish a few things up and then I’m taking Y/N out for an early dinner, have a good weekend.”

Fred presses a kiss to Y/N’s head as Sherri thanks him, and he carefully pushes away from his desk before slowly standing up. He holds Y/N tight to his body, softening cock still buried in her cunt as he carries her over to the sofa. It’s not until she’s carefully laid out on the couch, throw pillow holding up her hips that Fred pulls out of her cunt, both of them letting out a soft groan.

“Fred,” Y/N gasps as his fingers suddenly enter her, hips twitching at the zing of pleasure it sends up her spine.

“Shh,” Fred coos, giving her a wink. “Just putting it all back where it belongs, baby. Now be a good girl and keep this all inside where it belongs while I finish a few things up, and Daddy will give you more before we go home.”

[obligatoryidolblog]

Rewards (Park Seonghwa - Ateez)

Genre: smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, dry humping, oral (m receiving)

Summary: Park Seonghwa, your university crush, was a dance major and not a damn thing else, it seemed. But now you could add another descriptor… virgin? Not for long, if you had anything to say about it.

A/N: This is a complete rewrite and rework of a fic I posted before.

Masterlist

Audiobook version above.

“You’re never going to believe this,” your friend hissed, sliding into the seat next to you at your favorite coffee shop. 

Nudging her backpack under the table with your toe as her boyfriend dropped to the bench across from you, you replied, “What? Did you actually manage to talk your calc professor into letting you skip the midterm?”

Poking her lower lip out, your friend huffed, “Nothing that amazing. At least for me.”

Her eyes turned teasing again, and you chuckled at the ever bouncing moods of your best friend as she went on, “But for you, this should be monumental.”

Raising an eyebrow, you waited patiently through her dramatic pause. She grinned, reveling in her moment, then leaned in conspiratorially. 

“Your little crush? He’s, and I know we are shocked,” she said in an exaggerated stage whisper, “a virgin.”

“Babe,” her boyfriend groaned from across the table, looking up from his phone, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that, and I sure didn’t  mean for you to tell the whole world. Hwa’s a good guy, don’t make fun of him.”

Distantly, you heard her telling him that she wasn’t making fun, but their words were coming in thin through a haze of static consuming your rational brain. Park Seonghwa was a dancer and not a damn thing else, it seemed. But now you could add another descriptor… virgin? Shit . Goddamn you, and goddamn your friend for telling you this, because you could feel a building thrum of need in your core at this knowledge. 

You’d noticed him the first time when your friend had dragged you along to watch her boyfriend’s dance practice. As your friend sank into taking a million pictures of her boyfriend, you watched the tall mystery figure practice with an intensity that set him apart from the rest of the team. His long legs, the sheen of sweat on his broad shoulders when he pulled his shirt over his head, shaking his hair out of his face… it all held you mesmerized. 

From that day forward, you’d tried to find out everything you could about Park Seonghwa from your admittedly rather large and gossipy social circle, to no avail. All you’d been able to find out was that he was attending your university on a dance scholarship, he was in your year, and he didn’t socialize much. According to your friend’s boyfriend, Seonghwa spent pretty much all of his time on dance. Apparently even to the exclusion of getting laid, if your friend was right in her proclamation. 

“How’d you even find this out,” you finally asked, interrupting the couple at your table.

Your friend rolled her eyes and huffed, “I overheard my sweet boyfriend here talking to Hwa on the phone today.”

“And you were discussing his virginity?” you asked incredulously, turning to her boyfriend who grinned sheepishly. 

“Not really,” he groaned, dropping his head into his folded arms, his muffled voice continuing, “I was calling to check on him because he twisted his ankle and had to go to the clinic. They were doing the intake questionnaire and my dumb ass had the phone on speaker next to Ms. Nosy when they asked if he was sexually active.”

At this your friend cut in triumphantly, “And Ms. Nosy here heard it directly from the man himself. He’s a virgin, just waiting for you to defile him.”

Your friend’s tone was teasing, and you know she didn’t mean those words literally, but the dampness collecting in your panties at the thought of leading Seonghwa into the world of sexual exploration was telling. Shifting in your seat, you pictured the way he would look under you, fucked out and falling apart from his first time, how he’d buck into your mouth, cursing at the overwhelming new sensations of your heat surrounding his cock… 

“Earth to _____,” your friend broke into your fantasies, waving a hand in front of your face, “Stop fantasizing about dancer boy and keep up. When are you going to make a move on the poor guy?”

“The minute I can catch him out of the damn studio,” you muttered, crashing back from your imagination, “meaning never, I guess.”

The man across from you snorted and cut in, “Good luck with that. I practically had to threaten to kick him off the dance team and remind him he’ll lose his scholarship just to get him to take the time to set up tutoring sessions for the stupid bio class that he’s failing. Hwa is single-minded as hell.”

This caught your attention, and you quickly sat up, asking, “Wait, he needs a biology tutor?”

Your friend jumped in, immediately catching the direction your mind took, “Oh, this is perfect! Our little _____ here took bio last year and was an ace at it. Hook a bitch up!”

You turned begging eyes to the man across from you, who ran an exasperated hand through his hair and retorted, “I want him to actually pass the class, not just have his v-card taken.”

Holding a hand up in quick promise, you chimed in, “I swear, I’ll tutor him! He’ll pass!”

“ Then she’ll fuck him dumb,” your friend added, snickering.

Snorting, her boyfriend shot back, “Okay, I’ll set it up. Honestly, I don’t know if you can get Hwa’s mind off of his scholarship long enough to get his dick hard anyways.”

You ignored the jab, too excited to finally have the singular attention of Park Seonghwa, but your friend replied, “Please. That boy has to be so backed up he’ll cum in his pants the minute _____ touches him.”

“Wanna make a bet,” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes, knowing that your friend could never pass up a bet and her boyfriend knew that and used it to his advantage.

“Guys, please,” you tried to cut in, but it was a lost cause and you knew it. 

“Bet. _____ gets in his pants within two tutoring sessions,” your friend challenged, sticking her hand across the table. 

Her boyfriend took her hand, shaking it, asking, “Terms?”

You jumped up, knowing the terms of their bets were usually fairly explicit, cutting in, “Okay and on that note I’m out. Let me know when he is free for tutoring and give him my number.”

Striding out of the coffee shop, you started making plans. You intended to make damn sure your friend won her bet. 

***

[Unknown Number]: Hi, is this _____?

Your heart raced. There it was. Seonghwa had texted you only minutes after the text you’d received from your friend that her boyfriend had set you up as the bio tutor. You quickly shot back an affirmative reply. 

[Seonghwa]: Thanks so much for the help. I have practice everyday except Sunday evening. Are you free sometime then?

There was a party that night, but you would happily miss it for this. You set up a time for that Sunday evening, and gave him directions to your apartment. It was going to be a long week of waiting. 

***

Sunday dawned, days of fantasizing and wearing your vibrator batteries down past, you set the scene. There was a roar between your legs as you showered, but you saved the orgasm, letting the tension in your loins build. You pulled on a nice, lacy bra and matching panties, then topped it with an unassuming pairing of a t-shirt and running shorts. Taking a look at the scene set in your living room, you gave yourself a pat on the back. 

The couch was the perfect mix of innocent setting and soft surface. The spread of art supplies across the small dining table should keep him from trying to move to the more formal, less intimate setting of the kitchen. Nodding, you checked your phone. Seonghwa should be there at any minute, and you were buzzing with excitement. All year you had been fantasizing about this guy. Finally you would have his attention. 

Just as you were letting your mind wander, there was a knock at your front door. A predatory grin spread across your lips as you ran a hand through your hair and approached the door. Pulling it open, you felt the lust in your loins roar louder. The tall man looked down at you with a shy smile, and you reveled in the quick flick of his eyes down your body before meeting your eyes. 

Yep. You were going to fuck this guy.

***

Seonghwa felt his stomach flip as the door opened to reveal his new tutor. 

Shit. It was _____. That _____. He was going to kill his team captain.

For almost the entire year he had been watching you. You’d been showing up to dance practice, hanging out with the girlfriend of the team captain. Bouncing around campus with your popular friend in your cute outfits, showing the smooth skin to the world that was on display right now for his eyes. His heart sped as he wet his suddenly dry lips and stepped in as you greeted him and welcomed him into your apartment. 

You spun to lead him to a cozy looking couch, and he followed in a daze, his eyes glued to your ass that was barely covered by the pair of shorts that hugged you in the most damning ways. Feeling his face flush, he tried his damnedest to slow the rush of hormones that made his cock begin to swell. Embarrassed by his visceral reaction, he sat on the far end of the couch from you, quickly pulling his backpack to his lap, shifting uncomfortably. 

This is why he focused on dance and avoided girls. His inexperience had reached a level of awkward so insurmountable that he just threw himself into the one thing he knew he was good at. Meeting your eyes finally, he tried valiantly to stop blushing. A smile curled your lips, and he bit his lip, finally seeing that smile directed at him. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck . 

“So where are you needing help in bio?” you asked, and he tried to reign in the blood rushing from his brain to his face and his cock long enough to make a coherent response. 

“I just… I’m kind of bad at all of it?” he babbled, looking down shyly. 

A hand landed on his knee, and he jerked, looking to see you smiling at him. That did nothing to calm his pulse. Your hand was warm and he wanted nothing more than to feel it all over his body. Shit, he had to calm down, and he couldn’t do that with you touching him, even so innocently. 

“It’s okay, Hwa,” you said playfully, and he nearly moaned at the sound of his name coming from your lips, “We will make sure you pass.”

Shifting, he looked down at the bag in his lap and murmured, “Thank you. I’m just useless at this. I’m good at dance and not much else.”

There was a pause, then your hand on his knee slowly slid up and he snapped his wide eyes up to meet yours as you replied slowly, “I’m sure you’re good at lots of things. You just need the right… motivation.”

Swallowing, he tried not to read too much into your words, but you continued on, leaning in, your smile turning slightly darker, sending his pulse racing as you went on, “Let’s see if I can motivate you to learn, Seonghwa.”

You gently took the bag from his lap, setting it to the floor next to him and scooting closer. He sat frozen, his gaze glued to your form as you settled in, your bare leg pressing against his jeans now, your mesmerizing eyes holding him still as he felt dizzy. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he knew that he wanted you closer to him. Through the haze of want, he noted that your smile turned predatory. 

“How about this,” you murmured, leaning closer, “If you can pass the mock quiz at the end of this tutoring session, I’ll give you a reward.”

His throat was dry, making his faint words raspy as he asked slowly, “What reward?”

Looking down, you smiled, then flicked your eyes up to his once more with a teasing curl of your lips as you squeezed his thigh and replied, “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”

***

It had been the longest, most tense hour of your life. Tutoring Seonghwa was the most difficult test of your patience, especially with how responsive he was to you. From the first moment you caught the sight of his tenting jeans when he sat on your couch, you knew. He was yours. You were going to wreck this boy. 

His voice shook as he repeated the answers you’d gone over with him, and you nodded encouragingly, trailing your fingers over the back of his hand. He stumbled over his words, and you chuckled, taking his hand in yours. Meeting his eyes, you smiled, turning to face him fully. 

“Very good. That’s it, Hwa. You got them all right,” you murmured, pulling his hand to lay it on your thigh, watching his eyes widen. 

His palm was sweaty on your skin, and his cheeks flushed again as he asked, “So then… my reward?”

Laying your hand over his, you slid his palm up your thigh to the hem of your shorts, saying, “Hmmm, you did earn it. What would you like, Hwa?”

He swallowed heavily and you tried not to laugh in victory as he fumbled with his words, his eyes darting across your body. Shifting your thigh so that his hand laying on it slipped between your legs, you leaned in.

“Come on, Seonghwa, you’ve been so good this whole time. There must be something you want,” you teased, loving how he squirmed next to you.

“I…” he stammered, “I don’t… I mean- look, I don’t know if I’m misreading this or-”

Giggling, you spared his fumbling by pressing your lips to his. His hand gripped your inner thigh in surprise, and you moaned gently into the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. His breathing was fast as you cupped his face in your hands. Pulling away, you met his eyes, watching for any hesitancy. 

“Wow,” he breathed out, his eyes still closed as he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’ve wanted to do that all evening.”

“Can I show you what I’ve wanted to do all year? ” you murmured, squeezing his hand between your thighs. 

His eyes snapped open in wonder, and he slowly nodded. That was all the consent you needed. Whipping your shirt off to reveal the lacy bra you wore beneath it, you swooped yourself over him, straddling his hips, hands threading into his hair. You had a momentary view of his shocked expression before you claimed his lips once more. Grinding down, you finally got a feel of the impressive bulge he’d been sporting all evening as you’d teased him throughout the tutoring session. 

Jesus, his dick was big. Thick, possibly a gentle curve to it, and fucking long. Slowly, you began to rock atop him, and his hands seemed to flutter around you, not knowing where to land as you worked him through a deep, domineering kiss. Tugging gently at his hair, you savored the sound of his moan as his hands finally landed on your ass, squeezing gently. Rutting against his bulge, you moaned into the kiss and felt him twitch beneath you. 

Pulling back, you trailed kisses down his jaw to suck a mark into his neck, and he hissed out, “Fuck, _____, fuck… I should tell you… I’ve never-”

Sitting up, you unhooked your bra, silencing him effectively, and you cupped his face once more, drawing him towards your lips, saying, “That’s okay, Hwa. I’ll teach you.”

This time his kiss was feverish, his hands flying up to grip your breasts, thumbs flicking at the pearled peaks before you broke from his lips, arching your back in offering before his lips latched onto one of your nipples. 

“Fuck, Hwa, just like that,” you moaned, reveling in the whimper he gave at your words, lost in the taste of your skin. 

The wetness between your legs had soaked through your panties and shorts, beginning to wet the long bulge in his jeans. The friction on your clit wasn’t enough though, so you pulled Seonghwa’s head back, relishing how he tried to chase after your skin, lost in the sensation of you. Standing, you smiled reassuringly at the worried look on his face, and you hooked your fingers in the waist of your shorts and panties, tugging them off. 

You allowed him a moment to take in the sight of you naked before him, his wide eyes sweeping over your form before you waved a hand to him, saying, “Shirt off, Hwa.”

He sat frozen for a moment until you cocked a brow at him, causing him to scramble to rip his shirt over his head. Licking your lips as you were distracted for a long moment by the view of his chiseled form and the sheen of sweat gracing the skin that you had dreamed of running your tongue over for months now. Dropping to your knees before him, you tugged the button of his jeans open, his breathing sped as he shifted, sinking deeper into the couch, adjusting his hips as you slid the zipper down and reached in to wrap your fingers around his thick length, drawing out his leaking cock. 

You took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his dick, the red tip leaking precum, the veins running up his shaft, the upward sweeping curve. Before you could stop yourself, you ran your tongue out to circle the tip and Seonghwa’s fingers slid into your hair, gripping it tightly, softly whispered curses falling from his lips, causing your wetness to begin to slide down your inner thigh. You took the tip in your mouth, suckling gently, and his breathing became choked. 

“Shit, _____, I can’t” he babbled, lost in the sensations of your mouth on his cock, “please, I can’t-”

Pulling off of him, pressing kisses down the shaft, you let him pull you back onto his lap with his trembling hands. Taking in the jerking twitches of his length and the sheen of sweat on his chest, you straddled him once more, and took one of his hands, drawing it to your core.

“Let me show you how much I want you,” you murmured, meeting his eyes and holding them with a salacious smile. 

Running his fingers over your folds, you threw your head back, moaning along with him as you wet his fingers. Slipping his fingers over your clit, you showed him how you liked it, just the right pressure. You ground your hips against his hand, moaning his name and finding him watching you in wonder. Breath coming quickly now, you leaned in to capture his lips once more as you slipped his fingers to your opening. He slid them in and you gripped his hair once more, letting him tentatively slide in and out of you, your juices pooling in his hand, coating his fingers as you rode them. 

When the pads of his fingers brushed over your spot, you rewarded him with a deep moan, clenching around his fingers. He moaned shakily into the kiss, his fingers jerking inside you. Raising off of them, you licked your lips, meeting his eyes once more as you gripped the base of his cock and adjusted yourself to hover over it. 

“Tell me you want it,” you murmured, teasing the tip across your opening, letting the heat and wetness collect on him. 

Drawing in a shaky breath, he breathed out reverently, “Please, _____. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

That was all you needed. Sinking on him, you bit your lip, eyes trying to fall shut at the stretch of him filling you up, but keeping your eyes on him, watching how his fluttered shut, his head falling back as you took him to the hilt. 

“Holy shit,” he moaned softly, “You feel- god, _____, you are incredible.”

Settling for a moment with him deep inside you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you kissed him slowly, deeply, the urgency gone now that you finally had him buried deep inside you. One of his hands gripped your ass once more while the other trailed up your spine to tangle into your hair. As his lips slid down to your neck, you began to ride him, your head spinning at the heavy slide of his thickness inside you. 

His breathing stuttered against your skin as you moaned softly, “Oh my god, Hwa, you fill me up so well.”

His hips began to thrust up, meeting your slow, sinuous riding, speeding you with his neediness. He flopped back against the back of the couch, his hands moving to grip your hips as he thrust up harder, watching you ride him. The fucked out expression on his face had you tightening around his thick length, watching the way his back arched as he tried to gain more speed. 

“You want to cum in me, baby?” you murmured against his lips, leaning forward to get a better angle, speeding atop him and raining kisses over his jawline, “Fill me up and fuck it into me while I cum on your cock?”

A high pitched whimper escaped him at your words, the meaning sinking in and causing him to snap his hips up into you hard and fast, the new rhythm and the angle of his head slamming into your spot bringing you to the edge. That coupled with the way he arched, hissing out pleas brought your hand down to your clit, wanting to squeeze around him and milk every bit of cum out of him. 

“Shit, I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, his grip on your hips bruising, eyes wildly searching your face for permission which you immediately granted him. 

“Do it, baby,” you hissed, feeling your own orgasm right on the bridge at his desperation to cum and the way his dick twitched inside you, “cum in me…”

Throwing his head back, Seonghwa growled out a curse, slamming you down on him and grinding you on his cock as he jerked, hot seed erupting from him to fill you. The sensation threw you over the edge and you cried out his name as you clamped down around him, your clenching sheathe milking him dry. When the last quake of pleasure was wrung from you, you fell forward across his chest, gasping for breath and pressing gentle, sleepy kisses up to his lips. 

“Wow,” he breathed out again, a satisfied smile creeping over his lips as he lazily opened an eye to peer down at you, “That was- wow.”

Giggling breathlessly, you nodded, agreeing, “Yes it was. Are you okay?”

Wrapping his arms around you, he laughed softly and replied with a kiss to your hair, “Never better. I guess I should thank you.”

Raising a brow up at him, you giggled, “You can thank me with an actual date?”

His eyes widened, and he paused, then laughed happily, hugging you tightly, “Deal.”

[hitlikehammers]

i realize that this is a world where anything is possible and—

a Pro-Football/Rockstar Super Bowl Steddie AU for @thefreakandthehair

I don’t as a rule write sports AUs, but I do, as a rule, bend my own rules when someone gives me prompts for a fic I’m writing as a gift.

So: when @thefreakandthehair prompted me with ‘Starry Night’ but said she would have liked also something about football? I tried to fulfill the request (try being the operative term)

Lex, I hope your birthday was as brilliant as you deserve, and that this little fic in celebration of you brightens your day  

title from this poem, aptly titled and about, what else, but football; divider credit here

(Also sincerest thanks to the ever-lovely @pearynice for listening to me babble about this and having a look at the final product and being amazing all around, and @hbyrde36 for blindly hlepng pick which ending was ultimately posted—you guys are the best ✨)

✨also on ao3

“I am about ninety-nine-point-nine…” Eddie chews on his bottom lip, coils a stray curl around his index finger and resists dragging it across his mouth: “eight, point-nine-eight percent sure I’m not supposed to be here.”

He’s entirely sure he’s not supposed to be here. Not now.

“What are they going to do?” Steve scoffs at him, leading him by hand through the tunnels. “Kick us out? Ban us?”

He snorts, and Eddie stops trying to not-hide behind his hair a little because: not supposed to fucking be here.

“You’re gonna get us arrested or something.”

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Steve cackles a little and maybe Eddie’s anxious, but he’ll never not melt at that sound, music brighter, holy like he could never touch, let alone play: “Eddie Munson, poster child for sticking it to the goddamn man,” Steve tuts, clicks his tongue and shakes his head: “afraid of stadium security.”

“Pretty sure they’ve got better people on payroll for this,” Eddie points out under his breath but never once fights Steve’s hold, his lead: he’d put his whole fucking life in this man’s hands, no question. It’s just that…

“Relax, babe,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand in his own; “no one will know.”

Eddie…Eddie doesn’t doubt Steve, never would, but, like—this is a big fucking deal.

“If Chrissy finds out we fucked something up—“ because that’s why Eddie’s here, obviously, at least in this specific capacity; not like Corroded fucking Coffin, no matter how many albums they’ve sold, would ever land a gig like this for themselves. Nope: Chrissy’s been a friend for eons, and when her career skyrocketed they were all ecstatic for her, but she never changed from being a hometown girl with a sweet heart, never let the fame or the money or the statues dull that down in her, so she was still the cheerleader who clapped for Eddie in middle school, and so of course she invited Eddie’s band to feature on a track—and of course they said yes.

So when she signed on for the halftime show and knew they’d be nearby recording? She’d asked them to join her on stage as special guests for a couple songs.

And no matter what else proved an incentive: Eddie and the guys would have said yes in a heartbeat. It’s the fucking halftime show, but more than that? It’s Chrissy Cunningham, and she smiled and cheered when the Hawkins auditorium sat in silent judgment in the face of their…everything.

“A,” Steve’s pulling him along just a little further, still; Eddie can tell they’re almost to the field, can see literal light at the end of the tunnel; “we will not fuck anything up.”

“I’m clumsy,” Eddie offers a token protest; it’s not untrue, but he’s also kinda half-assing the fight of it; “I might—”

“B,” Steve’s cut him off; “Chrissy loves me,” then he points to Eddie; “Chrissy loves you,” and Eddie tucks his chin a little more to press the bunch of his hair tighter against the seam of his lips; “Chrissy also loves us,” Steve gestures between the two of them, then, chest-to-chest and back; “as in, us together.”

And yeah, okay: Steve had been Chrissy’s friend properly before Eddie, used to help her get the height on her ponytail before games, caused a million rumors but they were never an item—so. Yeah. Chrissy loves them. As themselves, and as SteveandEddie.

“Just here,” Steve eases them to a halt and steadies Eddie by the biceps when he stumbles for the stop anyway because: clumsy, if he’s not on stage. Steve knows this, they’ve been at this too long for him not to, but.

He anticipates it so perfectly, and it still kinda skips in Eddie’s pulse like a giddy schoolgirl for the fact of it. They they’ve got this.

“Close your eyes,” Steve instructs as he smooths his hands past Eddie’s elbows, down to circle his wrists.

Eddie feels his eyes get big as he tries to frown, but gapes instead.

“I’ll run into—”

“I will not let you run into anything, love,” Steve pulls him in for a quick peck on the lips, and speaks into the contact sweet and warm:

“I’ve got you.”

Yeah. Yeah he fucking does.

Giddy-schoolgirl-under-his-ribs again, Jesus.

Eddie slips his eyes closed and barely even has to wait for Steve to grasp his hands tighter.

“Okay,” Steve murmurs deep and rumbly and hot under Eddie’s skin as he walks him at a careful pace further, further, turns a little, further again then slows: “now,” he brings Eddie’s hands together and kisses his knuckles, and Eddie’s not just warm under the skin, now he’s warm everywhere.

“Now, follow me down, we’re just going to sit,” and Steve presses one hand to the small of Eddie’s back and leads him, and Eddie goes because there is nowhere he wouldn’t, nowhere he won’t go with Steve beside him.

It’s just not possible; he’s not built to be anywhere else.

“And now lie back,” Steve eases him gentle even as he says it, and Eddie lets him, enjoys the feeling of being handled like this, precious and delicate almost, in this space that’s anything but save that it’s them, and what they are is stronger than spun silk, tested further than diamonds but they’re also tender, they’re also blood and bone and tangled together soft and vulnerable, if only just to shore each other up and tie together tighter.

“There you go,” Steve says as Eddie feels the whole of his body, the length of his back make full contact with the ground; “and tip your head,” he puts his open palm under Eddie’s chin like he needs to guide, but Eddie figures it’s just to touch: he doesn’t complain, because hell if he minds. As if he could ever.

“Now open your eyes.”

Eddie lets himself bask in the blind touch of Steve for just one more breath before he blinks and looks and—

“Oh,” Eddie barely breathes, and he can feel Steve beaming at him, so wide and shining out in the dark like the meteors that are streaking across endless stretch of sky above them, leaving trails behind to mark their paths, to leave proof of their being before they burn on descent and oh, oh.

“Right?” Steve breathes close to Eddie’s ear, strokes Eddie’s pulsepoint where he still holds at the wrist, kisses Eddie’s jaw as Eddie gapes up because it doesn’t matter how many times he sees the show, it’s awe inspiring.

So much like the man next to him, pressed tight against him so Eddie can feel him breathe: never once has Eddie stopped being filled up with wonder for him, never once will Eddie ever do anything but marvel that he’s here, that he exists, that Eddie can look at him and know in his bones that it’s true, unshakable when he stares and thinks: mine.

“Stevie,” Eddie spins his hand so it can lace with Steve’s, fingers interlocked as he turns into the press of his mouth to catch his lips for real, to taste: “sweetheart,” he mouths, tongues into Steve’s kiss: “it’s beautiful.”

You’re beautiful goes unsaid because they say it clear with touch; what we have is so much more than beautiful is the understood fucking you. Given like the spin of a planet, or the expanse of the universe.

“I know how much you like the stars,” Steve shapes the words more than speaks them, never moving back to pull apart their lips, not all the way; “and when I saw there was a shower, and we’d have a shot to see it, I,” and Steve presses a quick kiss into Eddie then: I couldn’t not, and Eddie thinks lucky isn’t a word that means anything at all, in the face of this.

He watches with Steve pressed against him, slid down to fit with his head on Eddie’s shoulder for a long stretch of seconds before the question comes to mind and he kisses Steve temple, reverent, but still in askance:

“The lights?”

Because it’s too dark. There are still a few bits of the stage setup that need to be moved before the kickoff, so he has to figure there’d be some lights, but the space surrounding them is a near-perfect void.

“So maybe someone knows we’re here,” Steve answers, a little wry. “I maybe bribed Lenny in Operations,” and of all the people working in this mass-ass complex, for this insane fucking event, Eddie actually knows who that is; let him bum a smoke the first time they came to rehearse. “We have about half an hour.”

Jesus. Jesus.

“God, I love you,” Eddie half-exhales, half-wonders at this, this, this specimen of a human before him, pressed against him close and he pulls Steve in, brings their still-joined hands to his chest and stretches down to kiss the tips of Steve’s fingers before just pressing hands there, making sure Steve feels:

“Every time I think you’ve stretched this heart as far as it’ll go,” Eddie whispers, because it’s sacred; this feeling, this thing they make together as one: “every time, you find room to fill it up all over again,” Eddie feels that stretched-heart of his pound a little beneath their hands, and fucking good, too, because then Steve feels it at the exact same time, and that’s what matters, what counts: that Steve knows the depth of this in Eddie’s chest, always; that he understands because:

“You’re magic.”

And Eddie means that. Eddie means that with all his pounding heart.

“You’re playing the Super Bowl tomorrow,” Steve says it like an explanation; like it’s enough of a reason. Like he would have done all of this anyway, just because.

“I am playing as a guest at the halftime,” Eddie knows that’s correct, he knows, but it’s still instinct to look at Steve like he’s making sure he gets the terms for all the different sports games right and it’s worth the knee-jerk instinct surviving all these years just for the grin and the nod he gets, so encouraging and indulgent and sweet; “show.”

“You are playing the Super Bowl, tomorrow.”

Because that’s the other thing, the thing that was entirely not-music-related that existed as the whole fucking incentive for Corroded Coffin to be in town for studio space in the first place: Steve, his Stevie, his partner and lover, beloved and adored, his Steve Harrington is the goddamn starting linebacker in the motherfucking Super Bowl.

Like Eddie would miss that for his fucking life.

Which: hold on.

“Don’t you have curfew? Coach’s orders?” Eddie turns a quirked brow to him and Steve just grins and, god: taps Eddie’s nose.

Gawwwwwd.

“I’m sneaky, baby,” Steve whispers and fuck, the stars above them are exquisite but they’ve got, like, nothing on the way Steve’s eyes shine. “Stealthy like a ninja.”

Eddie wants to laugh, snicker maybe a little under his breath but he…he can’t.

He can’t because he’s, his whole body feels weightless and tingly and untethered from gravity and matter and any atmosphere that isn’t Steve and Steve alone, like just be next to this man, the love of his life, is akin to and far beyond swimming alongside the shooting stars overhead: he can only relish, can only marvel.

He gets this. He gets to have this.

Unfathomable. And yet.

“You did all this for me,” Eddie exhales, still wondering at this. At Steve: the fact of him. The whole of him. This is the night before the biggest game of Steve’s career, likely the biggest day of Steve’s life and yet, here he is. Breaking rules, risking fuck knows what, just for Eddie. It’s, it’s…

“That can’t be a surprise by now,” Steve breathes back, nuzzles their noses a little and Eddie keens, because fuck.

“It’s not just,” Eddie tries to collect his thoughts, his point; “this is big, Stevie,” he says, like that encompasses it, encompasses the day they’re on the brink of, and the fact that they’re here right now, just before that day:

“This is big.”

“All the more reason,” Steve nips at Eddie’s lip then leans back, meets Eddie’s gaze square on before he breathes out slow, and lies back down, turns Eddie’s body to him, both of them on their sides and then he brings their hands between them, close enough that they hit both their chests when they breathe in: “because,” and he takes one more breath, and Eddie doesn’t know why it feels like Steve’s steeling himself, or building up to a thing he feels he has to steel himself for, because there’s nothing he could say or do that’ll sway Eddie from his side, there’s nothing, but then—Steve doesn’t feel stiff, or scared, or nervous against him, his hand in Eddie’s hand.

It just feels big, this moment, whatever it already holds or is gearing up to hold as more; it feels momentous, equally so, either way.

“Win or lose, tomorrow, no matter how big this is,” Steve finally speaks words into the tiny space between them, his grip firm and his eyes unwavering on Eddie the whole time. “I won the only thing I really wanted in life,” and his smile, dear god.

There are no stars, falling or burning, dying in a supernova or sprawling newly born: not a single goddamn one could compare.

“And he’s not really a prize, so it’s not really winning,” Steve’s watching him with so much love, so much love; “he’s a gift, he’s my heart,” and Steve mirrors Eddie this time, draws Eddie in to press against his chest, to feel the fluttering there; “and he gave me his to keep safe, and that was a whole other gift on top of everything,” and Steve laughs a little, his own overwhelming awe, and Eddie almost doesn’t know what to do, save grip Steve so fucking tight; save to memorize the cadence of his pulse like a song.

“So no matter what you call it,” Steve draws a deep breath and lets it shudder a little when he blows it back out; “when I wake up in the morning and I know he’s mine, and I’m his,” and Eddie lifts the hand not held to Steve’s heart to cup Steve’s cheek and just touch, just drink him in:

“I feel like the biggest winner in the world,” Steve says it, so honest, so heartfelt: so much.

“You’re a fucking sap,” Eddie doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tears clog the words when they tumble from his lips but then he’s leaning, then he’s kissing Steve like the world’s ending only to begin again and it’s perfect, it’s heavenly like the fires burning miles upon miles above their heads, cosmic and immense but then Steve’s pulling back, but his open palms are pressed to Eddie’s chest to manage it and it’s contact, it’s grounding: it, too, is perfect.

“Oh, really,” Steve’s lips curl, even as they’re swollen at the pout and wet-red still; “I’m a fucking sap?” but he doesn’t even look irritated, he looks entertained, no: he looks delighted and what—

“Let me one-up your standards then, Munson,” and Steve’s leaning in, catching Eddie’s lips one more time before he raises up on his knees, tips back on his calves and lifts from those glorious fucking thighs of his and if Steve’s ignoring curfew entirely Eddie thinks he’s got a good chance of asking for those thighs to be wrapped around him at some point in the next twelve hours before he gets to spend a good stretch of hours sharing the clothed version in those tight fucking pants with the whole goddamn country, sure, but at Jumbotron-size he can’t wholeheartedly complain and—

“Edward Elliot Munson.”

Wait. That’s him. He’s Edward Eli—

Why is he being full-named here, now?

He starts to sit up too, brings his eyes up from Steve’s glorious legs where they stretch even under his track pants, to meet his eyes and—

They shine. They shine.

They put the stars and the space matter and the glow of angels on high if they’re there at all: they put them all to fucking shame.

Steve puts them to shame.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes deep and Eddie catches the gleam of something in an obvious shape in his hands, but it’s only in his periphery: he cannot, he will never look away; he might be trembling already.

He’s definitely trembling already.

“Will you,” and Steve pauses, plays with Eddie’s bare ring finger, the only one empty just now and Eddie honestly never thought on it too hard but in this moment he knows, he knows in the marrow of him that he was waiting, that he was wanting and he was keeping it safe for just one thing, just one thing:

“Will you let me fill your heart up to stretching,” Steve blinks, and a tear falls; just one, glistening and glorious for the avalanche that’s spilling from Eddie; “and then will you let me fill it up even more, again and again and again, Eddie, will you let me do that for the rest of our lives?”

As if that’s a fucking question.

Eddie doesn’t even have to process the necessity of putting his lips on Steve, of kissing him breathless and then boneless and then weightless, so fucking close and so fucking fierce and giving everything and anything and all that he is and allthat they are; he doesn’t have to process it as a choice before they’re consuming, devouring each other relentless, unceasing, and Eddie will pull back and speak the ‘yes’ that’s already obvious, he will shake a little as Steve puts the ring on the naked finger waiting to be adorned, the last lone space waiting to be claimed; Eddie will wear it proudly on the stage when millions watch him play tomorrow, and there won’t be a single second he’s not smiling like a loon through the whole goddamn day, and it’ll have so very little to do with playing the biggest show of his life, and that’s wild, that’s insane: that is the only real thing in the whole fucking world and—yeah.

Yeah: the biggest prize of living at all is the one they’re holding tight between them, the one they’re passing back and forth, soul to soul between their lips.

[ghoul-slime]

57 and 81 (if you're down for public/semi public!) with Rain and Swiss?

Swiss/Rain with public/semi-public outdoor sex and a little bit of voyeurism fantasy. Still taking prompts!

It’s late, but the weather is still stifling. A hot and miserably humid night playing yet another summer festival. The band had played their set earlier in the evening, and now they were stuck waiting until the trucks were packed and it was time to move on. The rest of the ghouls were crammed into a stuffy backstage tent, impatiently waiting to pack up for the night when Rain gently tugs at Swiss’ arm, insistent that he come with him for a walk, desperate for the possibility of some fresh air.

They’ve been walking for what feels like five minutes before Rain is pulling Swiss into the dark, empty space between two unmanned merch tents situated at the far end of the festival grounds.

Rain is on him in an instant, pawing at his chest and pulling him in to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums into the kiss and snakes his arms around Rain’s slim waist, bringing him in close and opening his mouth for Rain’s insistent tongue, licking in deep and urgent. 

Swiss goes hard in his pants at the the desperate way Rain is kissing him, the way Rain drags his blunt nails up and down Swiss’ chest, runs his hands up his back and into his hair, the way rain reaches up and tugs Swiss down by the neck to deepen his wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Rain pulls away with a nip to Swiss’ spit-slick lips before dropping unceremoniously to his knees right there in the dirt. He runs his hands up Swiss’ thighs before moving impatiently to his belt, unbuckling it and tugging Swiss pants down, letting them pool around his ankles.

Swiss gasps as Rain nuzzles into his crotch, breathing deep, inhaling the scent of him as he noses his way up Swiss’ hard cock. He mouths his way across the fabric, leaving damp little patches of spit up Swiss’ length before he’s reaching for the elastic of his waistband and tugging his briefs down to join the puddle of his jeans in the dirt.

Swiss laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers into Rain’s sweat-damp curls and tugging ever so gently. “We’re in public you know,” Swiss chuckles, sounding entirely unconcerned. 

Rain whines and licks a wet stripe up the length of Swiss’ dick, wrapping one hand around the base as he gets his lips around the head of him. Swiss can see Rain’s other hand disappear between his own legs, palming himself as he sinks down on Swiss’ cock and hollows his cheeks. 

Swiss closes his eyes and leans his head back as Rain sucks him off. From where they’re hidden away Swiss can hear the jumbled cacophony of the festival, wailing guitars from the main stage and rumbling bass from one of the side stages, the competing sound of the roar of the crowds. All of it fades away as Rain deepthroats him there on his knees in the dirt in the middle of it all.

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” Swiss laughs again, tugging at Rain’s hair, forcing him down deeper, canting his hips forward and feeling the head of his cock bump the back of Rain’s throat. 

“Mmmm,” Rain hums around him, popping the button of his own jeans and playing with himself through his underwear. 

Oh, he likes that idea, Swiss thinks to himself as he fucks into Rain’s mouth, feeling the way Rain’s jaw stretches around his girth, points his clever tongue and licks into his slit, jacks off the length of his shaft he can’t fit into his pretty mouth.

And then Rain is pulling off of him with a pop, wiping away the drool and pre dribbling down his chin before he lets his own pants drop, tugs his tight little briefs down and turns around, bracing his hands on an empty table and presenting his round little ass to Swiss right there where anyone could walk by and see them. Hear them. Smell them.

“Think you should fuck me,” Rain says, locking eyes with Swiss over his shoulder, arching his back and spreading his knees to give Swiss a view he knows he can never say no to.

“Think so?” Swiss teases, spreading Rain’s cheeks, licking his thumb, and dragging it wet and slick over Rain’s twitching, waiting hole. 

“Yeah,” Rain nods, wavy curls bouncing. “Fuck me right here in the open. Want somebody to hear it. Hear the filthy things you do to me.”

Swiss grins and crowds his way up against Rain’s backside. Even here in the dark he can see the sweat glistening across the small of Rain’s back, the way his damp hair clings to the warm blush at the nape of his neck.

Swiss rests his cock between the cleft of Rain’s pert little ass cheeks and spits. He spreads it around with the palm of his hand, slicking himself up before he’s pushing in, feeling the gut-punched little breaths Rain makes as Swiss sinks in.

“That’s right,” Swiss assures him, “Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck that sweet little ass right here in the open for everyone to see.”

Rain keens, high pitched and entirely too loud as Swiss snaps his hips, fucking him at a frantic pace, bouncing his hips off of Rain’s tight little ass.

“You want that, baby? Everyone to see you right here taking my cock in the dirt like a good little whore?”

Rain nods, frantically, clenching around Swiss as he pistons in and out of his heated body. He reaches around to fist Rain’s cock, bobbing wet and heavy between his legs, leaking what Swiss doesn’t doubt is a sizable puddle of pre into the dirt between his feet.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby,” Swiss strains out, fucking into Rain faster as his orgasm creeps up on him at the thought of somebody, anybody, walking up on him with his cock buried balls deep inside Rain’s hot body. “You like that? Having me fill you up right here in the open? Gonna walk back with my cum running down your legs for everyone to see?”

Rain cries out as his own orgasm hits him, clenching around Swiss’ cock as Swiss milks every drop out of him, adding to the mess in the dirt at his feet.

Swiss bites down on the juncture between Rain’s shoulder and neck when he cums, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin, stifling his own moans as he finishes deep inside Rain’s body. His breath heaving and heavy as he feels his twitching cock completely spent and slipping out of Rain’s ass with a slick, wet pop. He hears drips of cum and slick leak out from between Rain’s wobbly legs and land in the mess beneath them.

Rain spins himself around, takes Swiss’ fingers, glistening with his own spend, and brings them to his lips, holding Swiss’ gaze as he cleans them with his tongue.

Swiss leans in to kiss what’s left from Rain’s lips when they hear footsteps behind them. Instead Swiss crowds in, covers Rain’s mouth with his hand and presses him back as far as he can into the dark space between the tents. Shielding him. Rain’s eyes go wide as the footsteps draw closer, walking towards them with purpose. 

We’re fucked, Swiss thinks.

“Jesus fucking Christ, there you two are,” comes an irritated voice. It’s Dew.

“We’re ready to go,” Dew motions over his shoulder with his thumb, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that both Swiss and Rain are standing there with their pants down.

“Could smell you two horny fuckers half way across the grounds,” Dew grins, crossing his arms in front of him. “Papa’s gonna be pissed, you know.” 

Swiss and Rain exchange glances, and then they’re reaching out, pulling him in, tugging Dew’s jacket off, popping the buttons of his jeans and pressing him between them with an indignant squawk.

If they’re going down they might as well take Dew with them.

(Eventually Mountain has to come get them and they all get in trouble.)

[valentiyne]

love song ❀ luke hemmings

ExBf!Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Liquor, Karaoke, and Mixed feelings. Warnings: Swearing & No Happy Ending Word Count: 1.5k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"What the fuck even is a dive bar?"

"According to Google, it's typically a small drinking establishment with cheap ass drinks", Alyssa giggles softly, holding her phone up to show me the screen before proceeding, "It may also feature dim lighting, neon signs, and loads of hot guys"

"It definitely does not say that last part, Lyss", Letting out a breathless loud, I follow close behind her as she leads us hand-in-hand towards the queue for the bar.

"Okay Okay, it doesn't but that doesn't mean it's not true", she nudges me softly with her shoulder before slinging her purse around, fumbling around with it before pulling out our IDs.

"I don't even want to be here, how did you manage to drag me here." I groan dramatically, looking up at the bouncer with pleading eyes.

"Y/n, you've been cooped up in the house since you and Lu-", The bouncer thankfully cuts her off by handing our IDs back with a grumble.

It wasn't unusual for us two to be spending a Saturday night at some cheap bar, the excuse being it was the only day off we shared.

We were let in pretty quickly, taking note of all the decor loosely hung up and the small crowd of people near the bar.

"Fuck it's hot in here, let's grab something to drink ya?", Alyssa exclaims, touching her forehead to earn a giggle from me.

"You don't have to tell me twice", We both walk, arms interlinked, through the maze of people at the bar. Once a few steps away, she lets go of my arm to nudge herself in between two guys to order herself something. I follow her lead, positioning myself behind a man and squeezing up towards him.

Just as I manage to step right behind him, he quickly turns around and takes a step forward- our bodies colliding and his drink spilling forward and down my shirt.

"Shit- I'm sorry. Are you alright?" I'm met with apologetic green eyes peering down at me and I let out a breathless laugh.

"I haven't even been here 15 seconds and I already have to go home", I shout over the music, tugging at the shirt to keep the cold material from clinging to my skin.

The guy sets the empty cup on a trash can and grasps his hands onto my shoulder, leading me through the maze of people and towards a less crowded corner.

"I feel horrible, I'm sorry!", he apologizes again, looking down to see the ruined shirt I now wore proudly.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that-"

"What? No! I shouldn't have spun around so fast- I was waiting to order for so long and as soon as I got my drink-", Rambling on, the guy runs his hand through his hair and I nod in return.

He points to the makeshift stage behind us, "Do you know who's playing tonight?" I give a mere shrug and begin fanning at my shirt, hoping it will dry in enough time to meet back up with Alyssa.

"Heard it's some shitty band- bar picked it out", He laughs now and walks towards a small table in front of the stage, motioning for me to sit with him. I sit in front of him, facing the stage as his back is turned towards it. We both attempt small talk, pretending I don't see Alyssa sitting behind us rolling her eyes at every misogynistic comment the guy before me makes.

The lights begin to dim, allowing us to snap our attention to the stage as a few strobe lights turn on. I can hear the familiar sound of "Love Song" by the Cure begins and I cringe to myself. I could feel the recognizable pain in the back of my throat and the excruciating knot in my chest as I watched a familiar set of four bodies waltz across the stage, dressed in all silk and latex. I tore my eyes from the sight and back down at my "date" in front of me with a fake smile.

"Get a load of these idiots," He scoffs and points behind his shoulder as my idiots wrap their instruments around themselves, Ashton clicking his drumsticks against each other.

I looked back up and locked eyes with heaven.

His blue eyes looked back at me with a devilish smirk, his guitar resting against his stomach as he played the first chords of the song.

"Whenever I'm alone with you", Calum's voice began, his fingers working the strings on his bass.

"You make me feel like I'm fucking home again," Luke's voice rasps out, picking up the next verse on his own.

I could feel Alyssa's eyes burning into the back of my head, mentally picturing her with her hands up to her mouth in shock.

The boy's foreheads glistened as they sang the song, Luke's grip on the mic was so tight that his knuckles were turning different shades. I cover my eyes in embarrassment, pretending I was swallowed up by the earth and was no longer in present time.

I was tempted to cover my eyes the rest of the night as Luke walked towards the edge of the stage, wrapping the chord from the microphone around his wrists. He used his free hand to slick his hair back and lean forward, his eyes locked on mine for a moment before I was the one to tear my eyes away.

"How ever far away," Calum starts, his bass loud enough to cause the room to vibrate. The small crowd was cheering at the boys- something I knew they weren't used to seeing. They sold out shows every other week, but here they are playing in a small bar that I just so happened was at.

"I will always love you."

The words wrapped around my head, over and over as I abruptly stood up and walked away from the table.

"I will always love you."

I pushed my way through the crowd of people, whose aroma was filling the air with arousal and liquor. Scurrying my way down the dark hallway, I pushed against the bathroom door and let out a shaky breath.

The door opens behind me, making my stomach drop and nerves shake. My head snaps to the door, semi-relieved once I spot him. His eyes landed on mine, his head barely around the door as he freezes and reads my startled look.

"It's just me", He states the obvious, his hands up defensively as he enters.

"I know, that's why I'm startled", I nervously laugh and turn back towards the mirror.

The silence is almost deafening, the occasional drip from the faucet in front of me and the muffled music down the hall. The lights in the bathroom made me feel nauseous, the blue hue making my head spin as I try and focus on the man in front of me now.

"Why are you here, Luke."

He lets the door close fully before clearing his throat, "I'm preforming... And you ran out before we finished-"

"No why are you in here." I rephrase.

He gives a puzzled look before putting it together in his head, "I didn't know you moved on so fast", His words are jumbled as he speaks as fast as he can.

I wanted to laugh, maybe it would soothe his nerves but instead I turn to face him now.

"That guy? No he's a total douche- started the night by spilling a drink on me and then proceeded to call you guys a bunch of idiots"

His face softens, almost in complete relief before he quirks an eyebrow at me. "The only person in the world who can call the band a bunch of idiots is you." He takes a cautious step forward, his hand reaching out to grab mine.

My hand recoils quickly, pulling it up defensively with a frown, "Luke we can't do this again, we can't chase each other hoping for this time to be different than the other hundred chances", I sigh and look up at the ceiling. The lighting in the bathroom made me nauseous, the blue hue was sickening.

"I know, I just think we should tr-"

"Y/n?" Alyssa's voice rang out from the other side of the door, knocking a few times.

"I should go," I start, shrugging softly while I adjust my shirt on my body. He nods in return, motioning for me to walk in front of him.

A small part of me wanted him to tell me not to go, and to actually fight for us. Unfortunately, I think we are well past that.

"I hope you get everything you want and more, Luke.", I start while swinging the door open to reveal a shocked Alyssa on the other side, "And I hope I'm not around to see it."

[witchersmistress]

Dancing Naked under the full moon

Hello my darlings! my WIPs are never ending so here i am try to tackle them into the ground lmao

Summary: this was a request by the lovely @livesinfantasyland from 101 kinky prompts #72 secret hook-ups starring the beloved August Walker and he just of course had to be a brat for me..

trigger warnings: weapons, orgy, voyerisum, rough sex, choking, threats, p in v., violent fingering, breath play, forced orgasm, and ire at me.

word count: 2.5K

 August’s POV

I know they say when you go undercover you need to play your part well  so here I am going to an orgy in the woods. This is fucking weird but  i cannot risk blowing my cover. Mike shut his car door behind me, and tossed me a black robe and half black mask. “Here put these on” as he put on his mask. Rolling my eyes I put them on and followed him into the clearing.

Pushing through the last of the brush, the light from the bonfire lit the path before us. Men and women all in different stages of undress, fondled, fornicating and playing under the bright moonlight. There were two women, playing with one man. Someone chased a young lady through the woods while he howled, another woman was on all fours with one man, on his back underneath her, one was in her ass and the third gentleman was in her mouth and the girl, she looked like she was having the time of her life with these men. 

Mike had already wandered off to join a group of people. Across the fire stood a breathtaking woman, with long hair down to her waist, in a grey chiffon dress, with silver arm bands, with more fabric flowing from them, her dress trailed behind her as she moved from her makeshift throne and through the mass of people as she approached me, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she handed me a gold and silver tipped arrow.  She walked passed and towards what i think were her guards, she whispered something to one of them, and proceed  to walk down a moonlight  path

One of the guards approached me and grabbed my arm, dragging me to the path she disappeared down. “You have until dawn to find her” one spoke in a gruff tone and pointed after her. A horn sounded in the distance and everyone went crazy, ripping everything off but the mask they wore and they began to chase. Disrobing myself, I took off down the path after her. A high pitched shriek came from my left as a woman was tackled to the ground, I kept following the path, guards scattered about the forest floor. A streak of grey flashed in the corner of my eye as she ran past me, I chased after her as she let out a bell sounding laughter as I chased after her. 

Slowing my speed, I began to creep and look for signs of her. She let out a wild giggle as she looked around a tree, and I flanked to the right of her tree as she turned around to look around it. Sneaking up behind her, I wrap an arm around her waist, and the other hand covers her mouth before she lets out a blood curdling scream. “Shhh my little demon”  moving my hand from her mouth to her throat, I squeezed ever so slightly, her breath hitched. I walked her towards a clear spot and there we saw the women and her three men again but this time, she was bouncing on the cock of one man while she watched the other 2 aggressively hate fuck one another. 

Leaning back against the tree, the bark biting into my skin, i spread my legs and tuck her in between them and hold her in place, she glanced at me with question flashing in her eyes ``Shh little demon just watch” gripping her jaw and turning her back to the scene before us. Gliding my under her dress,. I trace small delicate circles into the soft supple skin of her stomach, feeling the goose bumps rise on her skin. Slowly moving my hand lower till I find her silky smooth cunt. Arching an eyebrow, I let out a low rumble of a laugh “No panties? Spreading her thighs with my hand, I sink a finger into her wet pussy and swirl it around. I can feel her wall tightening as I slowly pump my finger in and out of her. “Fuck you are so tight” i whisper in her ear as she grips my forearm, “Does it excite you to watch her? Getting fucked by not one  but three men? Every hole filled and using her how they want till she cant take it anymore” adding  2 more fingers i pump in and out of her fast while my thumb circles her clit in fast circles.  “That's my good girl, cum for me little demon”  burying her face into my neck as she let out a scream and her knees buckled. I wrapped my free arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the ground.

She sagged against me as she tried to catch her breath. The group we were watching had chased  their girl off into the woods again. Her glittering eyes looked at me behind her silver mask. Scooping her up and making my way back on to the path, we came across one of her guards, one shook his head and the other one spoke “Follow me” as soon as we walked away with her, the other guard busted out laughing as we continued down the path to a small clearing that held a large white teepee “No one will bother you here until morning” he held the flap open for us as i ducked under and laid her down on the pile of pillows in the middle of the room.

Stretching out across the pillows she reminded me of a cat, lounging in the window on a sunny day. On her hands and knees her back is arched and her ass is up in the air and she is shaking it every so slightly. The little demon, letting out a low growl, grabbing her hips , I slam my front into her ass and hear her whimper. A smile curls at my lips as I do it again. Pushing the gauzy fabric up her pale  thighs and over her deliciously round ass and spanking her. She let out a pitiful whine as I did it again. Sitting back on my feet I pull her into my lap and wrap my forearm around her waist and anchor her to my body.

Pulling my cock out from the boxers and pumping it a few times before sliding it between her slick thighs, she whined and Gyrated her hips to seek some kind of pressure. I let out a low groan as I lined out the head of my swollen cock with her wet entrance. She mewled as I slowly sank into her wet heat. “ So fucking tight” I said through gritted teeth. Finally bottoming out I stopped and gave her some time to adjust to my size.

She breathed heavily while trying to get comfortable, I slowly began to buck my hips as she let out these cute little cries. Grabbing her hips, I rocked her back and forth, wrapping her arms around my neck. She leaned back as she moaned wildly. Leaning down I sunk my teeth into her neck and she jerked her body in response, as I released the skin on her neck, to her chest, then her voluptuous breast before taking her pert nipple and pulling it into my mouth.

Her hands clawed up the back of my hair and she gyrated faster. My right hand moving from its laxed position, skirted down the front of her stomach between her wet thighs to her clit that I began to circle. “Please please please” she begged me. Whine back at her, mockingly “ please I'm begging you. Fuck” I sharply groan as I picked up the pace on the assult on her body. “Your so fucking wet little demon”  Taking my free hand i wrapped it around her neck and squeezed cutting off her airway, moving my hand on her hips i began to drag her hips back and forth, the head of my cock hitting her g spot as she writhed against me, trying to loosen my grip on her throat. I could feel her walls tightening around me, her moans coming out almost silently. “If you want to breathe you’ll come for me. Right. Fucking. Now” she obeyed beautifully. She came apart on my cock, squeezing it so tightly that I came shortly behind her. With a grunt I released her throat. She took in a long breath as her body twitched against me as she struggled to catch her breath as she came down from her orgasm.  Tucking a long strand of her hair behind her ears as I pulled her off my softening cock.

Laying her down on the bed of pillows and blankets, covering her with one, I got up and grabbed a towel, dampened it with water, opened her legs and began to clean her up. She hummed softly as she watched me. Wiping myself off and throwing the towel to the side. Grabbing a few logs off the wood pile and placing them in the dying fire. Pushing them around getting the fire roaring back to life. I tucked myself in behind her as I draped a blanket over us and pulled her into my chest, kissing her shoulder blades.

 I murmured in her ear “You did so well little demon rest now, you'll need your strength for later.” she rolled over and threw her leg over my hip. “Who said I need to rest?” she purred, pushing on my chest she pushed me to my back and climbed on top, my cock was back at full attention as she reached back and unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. Her voluptuous teardrop shaped breast bounced as they settled back into place. Running her hands up her curvy figure, grabbing her breast, pushing them together and squeezing them before letting them go. “ Well then my little demon, since you don't need to rest, then ride me” she gave me a shit eating grin and a wicked glint in her eye as she started on her task.

Her POV

* in the wee hours of the morning*

Rolling over, I stretched out, my body ached but in a good way, grabbing an additional blanket, I covered  my chest as a truck pulled up. “ it's just me,” a voice called. It was Lyla, she opened the flap and made her way inside. Dropping off my bag with all my stuff and some clothes for him. She gave me a wicked smile and a wink. “How was he? Did the rumors prove true?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me in a seductive manner as laid some wood on the fire.  Rolling my eyes, and standing up. “Thank you Lyla, i’ll see you later” she clicked her tongue at me “ Spoilsport you are no fun” picking up an apple from the fruit basket, i took a bite and smiled “That's not what he said” she threw her head back with a laugh and walked out.

Turning my back to her, I leaned on the tall table and just watched him. His usual quaffed hair disheveled from sleep and sex, his jaw relaxed, he was as dreamy as they said he would be, but he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.Pulling up Spotify and playing Austin Giorgio’s Lips of a witch on a low volume, dropping the sheet, i began to dress, watching his sleeping figure from the corner of my eye. Pulling in my black leather boots, zipping them and standing up. I pulled my black leather gloves and my Glock 20 along with my suppressor. Walking over to him I kneel down to his sleeping form.

Sweeping a piece of hair from his face. The world's most dangerous man was asleep at my feet. Pulling the black mask from his face. August Walker, Top CIA weapon laid before me. His breath was steady and even, screwing on the suppressor, I held the gun an inch from his temple, one pull of the trigger and my mission would be complete. What I was trained from a young age, by my father.

I went to pull the trigger  but I didn’t. I've enjoyed our game of cat and mouse so far to let it end. Removing my finger from the trigger and putting the safety on, I popped one bullet from the chamber and stood from my spot. My father will be displeased that he is still breathing but that man is always displeased in what I do. Walking back to my bag, I tucked the gun away and pull out a sheet of paper and left him a little note with my silver mask and bullet.

 Throwing a leg over my motorcycle, to make sure my backpack was secure, I looked back at the teepee one last time. Bringing the engine of the bike to life with a roar, I put my helmet on, visor down and rode off into the wee hours of the morning.

August’s POV

The sound of a motorcycle engine woke me from a sound sleep. Reaching up to rub my face, my mask must have come off in my sleep. Looking up at the center of the teepee, my right hand resting comfortably on my chest, I reached my left arm out to find my little demon. But her spot was vacant, still warm as if she had just gotten up a few moments ago. Sitting up I looked for her but it was empty, except for her silver mask glinting at me from the nearby table. Standing from the makeshift bed and grabbing my discarded boxers and sweatpants left for me. 

I walked to the table and picked up her mask, sparkling in my hand. Underneath was a note in delicate  handwriting:

Until we meet again…

And on that piece of paper was a single bullet, that was meant for me… picking up that bullet, I clutched it in my hand and seethed. She was going to kill me. She was going to kill me.. I growled my frustration as I looked over the note again and the bullet. I felt the rag beneath my skin begin to ebb. She was going to kill me.. But she didn't.. Why? She had me right where she wanted me, ik was defenseless and helpless while sleeping, she didn't do it why? I walked back and forth racking my brain to figure out why my little demon did it, then it clicked.

She wanted to play a game. The clever girl, i didn't know what she looked like without a mask, she gave me no way to track her. Not even with the bullet, it looks like it came from a Glock 20, a common handgun and looks like factory made bullets, smart girl. Making my way out of the teepee I looked up to see the tail lights of a motorcycle pulling away. My little demon thinks he can run from me?  That there is no way on earth I will find her?? A wicked grin  was plaster across my face. My little hellion, I will find you and when I do. I’ll fuck you and kill you. “See you soon little demon” I whispered into the wind and watched as it chased after her. Game on little demons. Game on.. 

[wroteclassicaly]

Just thinking about possessive sex with Eddie after some guy at a show at The Hideout was hitting on you and not taking the hint and he had to watch it from on stage…he’d be so rough but also so loving like…🥵🥰

Eddie knows you like a book, know that somehow, even though you get crowd fearing anxieties at times—you’re like a free bird at his show. Right there with him through every single song, eyes not daring to leave his, unless you’re watching his mouth as it nearly touches the microphone. His voice is wild, chasing that vocal high. Those lips, you always note, will be all over you before the night is ended. Eddie has remained respectful, however, never pushing you into anything outside of the bedroom or hidden places.

That is until tonight, when they gain two new straggler drunks. A hot shot truck driver that’s too young, too pretty to be there. Eddie’s fingers feel the pricking cuts of plucking his strings too harshly, his voice raw from spitting his lyrics with bite. The band just stares at him as he’s watching you smile and attempt to nicely shrug off the dude. You’re in some new outfit you’d bought from some fancy boutique in Indianapolis, more than willing to go all out in your threads for Eddie, despite his protests at it being ‘just a bunch of casual metalheads with meat for brains.’ When your eyes meet Eddie’s underneath that spotlight, he looks like a fucking wet dream that’s been licked by the flames of sin.

He doesn’t put his equipment away, he simply bounces off stage, that chain rattling across leather pants, his mission clear. He cups your neck with a possessive demolish, his tongue forcing an entry that is sloppy and slick, his leather clad thigh wiggling between your legs, as he multi-tasks with tearing your dress up to your hips and unsnapping a garter, making damn sure you’re feeling every drag of his ringed fingers. Hand rearing back, he smacks your cunt.

“Whose fucking pussy is that between your legs, sweetheart?”

“Eddie…”

Another smack.

He’s leaning close enough that his hot breath caresses the shell of ear, his teeth nipping, fingertips nabbing the side of your panties away from your slick, pressing in, his shoulders caging your chest. “Fuck…”

“Don’t think you actually heard me. Or was it someone else’s voice in that dumb little ear of yours?”

Your cunt clenches around nothing, thighs spreading.

“You’re here for me. You got it? Not some pathetic show pony off the streets of fuck knows where, Y/N.”

“Yes, Eddie. Fuck, baby. Please?”

Your whines amuse him enough to give a little, his hand pinning you by your throat against the brick wall, littered with peeling posters.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid and you’re going to walk out of here with my cum still inside that pathetic thing you call a cunt, yeah?”

It wasn’t long after that before Eddie had you smashed into his grip, leather around his ass, your sensitive walls clutching his cock, overflowing with slick. You tug at his messy mane, pinching his shoulder blades, thighs wide open and muscles stretched. Every movement has your back slammed into the cool brick below, but Eddie relishes in it. His fingers find your cheek, brushing aside a lock of hair, a little gentler. “Still with me, princess? You know m’ gonna take care of you, right?”

[miasmaghoul]

damn it I feel so fuckin embarrassed

please can u bless me with some rain nsfw? I'm so desperate for him I'm going to cry

love you and your fics <3

NEVER BE EMBARRASSED ANON

WE'RE ALL MAD HERE 💜

Enjoy this needy, wet boy getting exactly what he deserves (aka DP and the lovely combo of praise and degradation)

Rain hears nothing but the rush of his own blood as he hurries through the cramped halls of the venue. High on adrenaline and the hit of Swiss's vape he definitely shouldn't have taken, stumbling around roadies and event staff as he unsubtly palms himself through his pants.

He's been hard as diamond since Dew's slender fingers had wrapped around his throat during Year Zero, all his focus thrown out the window in favor of sudden, overwhelming arousal. Dew's words are still rattling around in his head.

"We're gonna ruin you tonight."

Rain didn't have to wonder who else was involved in "we" for long - he could feel Aether's eyes on him from across the stage. He'd have been left breathless even with out the too-firm squeeze Dew had given his neck.

He'd been drowning in lust since the end of Square Hammer, stuck at the front of the stage and engulfed in their scents - cinnamon and whisky, ozone and freezing air. They clung in his nose even now, guiding him on unsteady feet to the dressing rooms. He's panting by the time he reaches the door, already fighting with the buckles of his jacket.

"There he is." Aether's smooth voice cuts through the haze like a red hot knife, rooting Rain to the spot with his helmet dangling from his fingers. Aether is reclined on the couch with his legs crossed, Dewdrop leaning against a nearby wall with his arms folded. "We were starting to wonder where our sweet boy had gotten to."

Rain whimpers. He fucking whimpers. His hands were already shaking, but the rest of his body soon follows suit when Dew stalks over with a smirk plastered on his angular face.

"You look pathetic, wet boy," he taunts, reaching up to flick the tip of Rain's nose. "Look at him Aeth, he's blushing like a slut already." Rain whines as his cock kicks - he can feel the damp spot on his boxers, and it's not helping the way his cheeks are heating.

"Always so pretty for us," Aether croons, warm. He stands and strides to meet them, bracketing himself against Rain's back. He groans out loud at the feeling of Aether's length pressing into his ass, thick and hot even through both of their uniforms. "Aren't you, Rainy?"

Rain makes a pained sound low in his throat when Aether kisses behind his ear, a strong arm wrapping around his waist. Dew presses himself to Rain's front, fisting his jacket in both hands and grinding against Rain's thigh. Fuck, he's even hotter than Aether is. The water ghoul's head falls back against Aether's shoulder when Dew leans to lick a filthy stripe up his throat, his hands landing at the fire ghoul's waist and pulling him closer.

"Oh he wants it," Dew hums, nipping sharp at Rain's skin to hear him gasp. He's engulfed in them, in the musk of sweat and their combined scent of a bonfire on a frigid winter morning. It seeps into his veins, fills his lungs, overtaking everything that isn't the way they feel pressed against his overwarm body.

"I can tell," Aether says with a chuckle, thick fingers carding through Rain's sweat-damp hair before gently grabbing a handful. He gives a soft tug and Rain tilts his head, hips rolling against Dew's stomach as Aether catches him in a sweet, deep kiss. He moans into it, tugging insistently at Dew's waistband while the little ghoul drags his fangs over his throat.

"Please," he huffs against Aether's lips, desperation threaded so deeply into his voice, "fuck me, please fuck me, I can't -"

"Calm down," Dew scoffs, snaking a hand between their bodies to grip Rain through his pants. The water ghoul cries out as he feels himself getting slicker, the scent of sea salt and sweet citrus permeating the air. "Lucifer, what a little whore you are." Rain feels like he could cry. He thinks he probably will before they're done with him.

"We're going to take good care of you, raincloud." Aether's cock throbs against him and Rain collapses back against the larger ghoul with a choked moan.

"Hurry."

They do, Rain letting himself be moved to the center of the room. Dew is on his knees while Aether supports him with an arm around his heaving chest. They work his pants down to his thighs and Dewdrop's mouth is on him in an instant, skilled tongue lapping precum from his most sensitive spots while Aether's fingers slip between his cheeks. He can't keep the feminine whine in his throat when a thick digit slips into him with no resistance.

"So wet for us," Aether murmurs against his throat, peppering it with chaste kisses, "bet you could take both of us right now, couldn't you darling?"

Rain's knees give out at the thought, and he only remains upright thanks to the arm around him and Dew's hands splayed over his hips. He nods fervently and Dewdrop chuckles around him, sucking firm at the tip until Rain is leaking pre down his throat. He pulls back to look up at the water ghoul with a cruel grin.

"Told you we're gonna ruin you."

They have him prepped in record time, Rain not even trying to hold in the sound he makes when he straddles Aether and sinks onto him in one go. It all moved too fast for them to undress one another, so Aether's cock simply juts from his zipper, Rain's slick soaking into the other ghoul's uniform pants.

"Fuck, fuck," Rain gasps, shaking like a leaf and dizzy with the effort of not moving. Aether's strong hands hold his hips while the water ghoul adjusts, clenching around him. Rain cock spits onto Aether's jacket as he moans, and Dew snorts behind him.

"Unholy Father, you're a mess," Dew mutters, no small amount of disgust coloring his words. The tone shoots straight to Rain's gut and he cries out when a slim finger pushes at his rim, already stretched around Aether's stunningly thick cock. "You're leaking everywhere." He hooks his chin over Rain's shoulder, peering down at the ghoul laid out on the floor below. "Can you even feel anything Aeth? Or is this filthy little slut too wet for his own good?"

Rain hisses as the words go directly to his dick, hands white-knuckled in Aether's jacket. The air is thick with arousal and it's all Rain can do to keep himself upright as Dew prods at him with greater intent. As much as he wants to get a hand on himself, to soothe the ache in his balls, he can't make himself move. He twitches when Aether's cock kicks inside him, muscles fluttering as the other ghoul reaches up to hold his cheek in a large hand. Rain leans into it, nuzzling Aether's palm, licking at his rough skin. He tastes like sweat and the sharp metallic tang of guitar strings.

"He feels perfect," Aether says, voice gravelly and rich with pleasure, "nice and tight. You take us so well, rainbow." He strokes Rain's cheekbone before slipping that hand to the back of his neck, offering an apologetic smile when the water ghoul tries to follow with his tongue, whimpering at the loss. Aether rolls his hips up as he pulls Rain flush with his chest, and the sound the other ghoul makes seems to hover around them. Rain buries his face in Aether's neck as he struggles to catch his breath, and oh is that a mistake.

He's drowning in Aether's scent immediately, masculine musk and thunderclouds and morning frost. It's electric, too enticing to resist, and Rain's tongue is laving over his sweat-slick skin in a heartbeat. Aether fills his senses, overwhelming pressure in his head and chest.

"We'll see about that," comes Dew's incredulous voice from behind him, along with the rasp of a zipper. "Let's get this hole filled up properly first."

Rain yelps when a lubed finger pushes in alongside Aether's cock. Dew's other hand is at the small of his back, keeping him pinned to the larger ghoul's chest. Aether starts moving his hips when Dew adds a second finger, pushing in as Dew pulls out. The burn of the stretch is quelled somewhat by the drag of Aether's fat head over his prostate, the water ghoul melting into the rhythm they set as he drools over Aether's skin and lets himself be used.

"Please," he manages to squeak when Dew adds a third finger. He can feel the way the digits rest between his walls and the underside of Aether's dick and it makes his head spin. "Need- need you inside, please."

Dew laughs at his desperation while Aether rubs his back, pouring praise into his ear. "You're doing so well, keep breathing, that's right, such a good boy." Rain is out of his mind entirely when Dew pulls his fingers back, keening at the loss. The fire ghoul leans over his back, sandwiching Rain between their warm bodies. He can hardly breathe for how noisy he is, mewling and begging wordlessly.

"Desperation looks good on you," Dew says, and when that blunt head breaches him, opens him, all of their sinful sounds echo around the room in a debauched chorus.

When Dewdrop bottoms out Rain's world goes gray around the edges. They're everywhere - Dew's forehead rests between his shoulder blades while he catches his breath, long fingers scratching down his still-clothed sides. One of Aether's hands is buried in Rain's hair, the other squeezing his thigh just above where his pants sit.

Rain's cock throbs hard where it's trapped between his and Aether's bodies, the water ghoul crying out at the feel of the coarse fabric against its sticky head. Softened from the pain of the stretch but chubbing up again rapidly as his body adjusts. He's so full he can't believe it, a dull ache blooming in his pelvis when they finally start to move. But he needs more, he needs -

"Ruin me," he grunts into Aether's skin.

Dew growls in his ear and those deft fingers are suddenly at Rain's neck, dragging a wanton moan from the depths of his being.

"Careful what you wish for, princess."

Dewdrop snaps his hips, squeezes his throat, and Rain's pleasured tears can't fall fast enough.

[channiesposts]

honestly, i haven’t been right since that live where chan read the comment going “pin me up against the wall” and his ass goes “say please?”

like??? are??? u??? fucking??? kidding??? me???

that just added fuel to the “chan teasing u until he breaks u” fire i had going on.

also the time he said something like “if you guys are my baby girls then i’m your…daddy?”

BRO WHAT???

christopher just says the most outlandish shit sometimes, knowing i, at least, will not hesitate to call him daddy.

literally just imagine it.

you already have established just how attractive chan is. his hair, his eyes, his lips, his nose, his accent, his everything. but there’s something about the way he is when he gets off stage that just excites you beyond anything.

the adrenaline, the sweat, the makeup that’s begging to be smeared because of how hard he’s fucking you.

and he knows and sees every bit of it.

he’d come off stage to you, hugging you and giving you a kiss. he pulls back and sees the lust you’ve been trying to hide in your eyes.

being the tease that he is, he decides to play with it.

he rests his hands on your waist, and keeps his face a mere inches away.

“how’d i do, baby?” he asks with a smirk.

“um you were great! really good” you say, flustered.

he can’t help the smile coming across his face. seeing you like this makes him feel great, he loves knowing you want him almost just as much as he wants you.

he lets his hands linger on your waist for a bit before he’s off across the room, talking to a staff member about who knows what.

letting out a breath, you turn to see his biceps slightly flexing.

of course he knows you’ll have your eyes on him all night, so why not have fun with it?

he runs his hand through his hair, runs a hand across his bicep acting as if he’s going to massage it, he stretches and his shirt rises, showing off his abs. he does everything to make you flustered.

and holy hell is it working.

you find a place to sit and subconsciously clench your thighs together, trying to find relief while trying to look everywhere but at chan.

and oh, if you only had a look at him.

the intensity he was staring at you with, that stupid smirk on his face that showed that he knew that he had won.

walking over to you, he bends down to where you’re sitting. his breath fans over your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“everything ok, baby?”

“chris” you whisper, but it comes out as a small moan.

“what’s wrong? why aren’t you talking to anyone?”

at this point, you turn your head towards his and his lips now ghost over yours.

“i need you.” you whisper over his lips.

“need me? need me to do what?” he smirks.

“stop teasing”

“teasing? i just wanna know what my baby needs me to do.”

you wish you could throw a tantrum in this room, with all his friends watching. but, as much as you hate his teasing, his words light a stronger fire in you.

gathering all your courage, you say, “i need you to fuck me. i need you, chan.”

your face turns red and his lights up with a smile.

“yeah? wasn’t that hard to say, right?”

he takes your hand and all but drags you into a smaller, more private room.

your back now against the door, and his lips now on your neck, he speaks again.

“you need me to…what did you say?”

“chris, oh my god.” you whine

“i said i needed you to fuck me. touch me, do something.”

he lets out a breathy laugh. one of his hands stays on your waist while the other takes your leg and wraps it around his waist.

you can finally feel how hard he’s gotten through all his teasing. he grinds against you and it feels as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs.

“oh yes, you needed me to fuck you”

he grinds against you again.

“but it seems you forgot your manners, my love.”

once again. you feel as if you’re so close.

“my pretty little slut got so horny, could only think with her pussy. you never said please.”

“please, please, please chan, i’m so close.”

he grinds against you again, feeling you shiver.

“mm, there you go. don’t worry, my love. i’ll give you what you need.”

all in all, bang chan is a TEASE‼️ and i love him for it.

[xxradfemfairyxx]

Truth or Dare? Chapter 1

MINORS/MEN DNI OR I’LL APPEAR IN YOUR WALLS

Masc!reader x Ellie Williams

Freinds to lovers, a lil angst, fluff, smut, mentions of smoking weed, modern setting

Proof read? No lol

Authors note: i do it 4 the girls n the gays thats it!;3 Also this first chapter will be fluff because I like setting the stage for spicy stuff later on

You sat in a circle around a campfire with your best friend Dina, and her friend Ellie. Though you had just met, you and Ellie immediately took a liking to each other, you both throwing jokes at each other as swiftly as you said them, the conversation endless. Dina had planned a trip to her grandparents farm in the middle of no where, and she had insisted on letting Ellie join. You had no qualms after meeting the confident girl that now sat across the campfire from you, and even if you did you couldn’t say no to Dina, she was persistent on making you get out there and be more social.

“You guys, I have something that may be of interest,” Dina said grinning mischievously. “If it’s another cheesy campfire horror story I’ll shoot myself Di, I swear,” You jokingly say as you pretend to shoot yourself and fall back into the chair you sat on dramatically. “No you fucking drama queen, better. And fyi, my stories are awesome you dick.” You both laugh as she throws a stick at you and you duck away from it bouncing off your head. “You may not have good stories Dina but you have good aim.” Ellie chimes in, chuckling. “You know what? You both are assholes. I had a joint for us to share but now I may not share it.” She says flicking you both off. “NOOOO Dina I’m sorry please forgive me!” You say. “O, almighty one may you spare us?” Ellie says bowing and you both glance at each other and bust out laughing. “Oh look at what we got here. A couple of clowns. I forgive thee.” Dina says smiling while digging in her bag and pulling out a pre-roll. She lights it and inhales, then exhales sitting back in her seat. “You know Y/N if you think my stories are ass, why don’t you tell one better.” You roll your eyes as she hands the joint to Ellie. “Girl, fuck no, I’m bored. Truth or Dare sounds way more entertaining.” Dina side eyes you smirking; even from your distance away from her you could see her eyes where pink and droopy. “You know full well I’m going to embarrass the shit out of you just like we did when we where kids.” She says smiling evily. Then suddenly Ellie taps you on the shoulder and hands you the joint. “Here you go,” she says and your hands brush lightly as you take it, and a blush creeps up your neck as you see how pretty she looked in the light of the fire. “Thanks bro,” you said and take it. You mentally slap yourself for saying ‘bro’ but it was instinct. You hoped she didn’t notice the light red coating your neck as she sat back down. “Okay so who goes first?” Ellie says, clapping her hands together as you take a drag off of the joint, and quickly you forget your embarrassment, everything becoming a tad bit more funny than usual. “Don’t let the evil queen go first, pleasssseee.” You say and take another hit, blowing the smoke out of your nose. “Just for that I’m going first.” Dina says. “But I’ll spare you just this one time, Y/N Y/L/N,” She flips her hair over her shoulder sassily as she says your full name. “Bitch not my government name,” You say handing her the joint laughing, now decently high. “OOO your in trouble!!” Ellie says laughing just as much as you. “Nuh uh,” you say with a fake grumpy voice crossing your arms. “Okay, anyways, Ellie. Truth or Dare?” Dina says, and then French inhales the hit she just took. “Umm, you know. Dare. I’m feeling brave.” Ellie responds. “Okay so. I dare you to take your pants off and run around like a fucking chicken.” Dina says fully on a power trip now. “I told you she was evil.” You say sighing. “God gives his toughest battles to his gayest warriors I’m afraid.” She retorts and you almost spit out the water you just took a sip of, some dripped out of your nose as a tear ran down your face trying to contain your laughter and not choke. You wipe your face and swallow, and take a much needed breath. Ellie slips off her skinny jeans and reveals men’s boxers and as she does you cant help but stare a little longer than you should’ve. Tattoos covered her thighs and you had to basically rip your eyes off of her. She runs around the campfire, flailing her arms and both you and Dina laugh as she slaps the back of your necks while she passes behind each of you. She comes to a stop and puts her jeans back on and as she’s zipping them up, Dina tries to speak through her laughter. “Oh- oh my fucking god you actually did it. Y/N will never do a dare anymore.” She says struggling to get the sentence out. “Fuck you, you know what it’s my turn. I’m going to avenge Ellie’s honor.” Ellie chuckles at this and takes the joint Dina hands to her. “Dina, truth or dare.” You say raising your eyebrow at her. “Hmm, dare.” You give her wicked grin.

“I dare you too wear your bra on your head for the rest of the game. Or are you a wuss?” You say and she rolls her eyes as her arms disappear into her shirt and they reappear holding a solid black bra, and she fastens it on her head. “Fuck. You.” She says crossing her arms but smiling. “Interesting fashion statement,” Ellie says and leans over to you handing you the joint. You briefly caught a whiff of how she smelt, like sandalwood and campfire smoke. ‘Stop being weird,’ you say to yourself mentally and thank her, taking a drag. “Ellie your turn.” She nods and points to you. “Y/N. I dare you to kiss Dina.” Your eyes widen from their droopy state and you look at her. “You know what-“ you stop and huff. “Hold this,” you say and hand Ellie the joint. “C’mere n kiss me handsome girl,” Dina says batting her eyelashes. “God will you shut up,” you say feigning disgust. In truth you had already kissed Dina, but who hasn’t kissed their best friend? You stand up and cup both of her cheeks in your hands and kiss her. She grabs your arm, kissing you back and you both quickly draw back and you sit back down. “Are you satisfied perv?!” You say playfully kicking Ellies leg with your own. “Anti-climatic actually.” She says kicking you back while putting out the joint. “Oh god its Dina’s turn again, she may look ridiculous but she’s out for blood!” You groan. “Exactly fucking right.” She says, “Y/N, truth or dare.” She turns to you. “Truth, i dont trust you right now.” “Okay so who’s the hottest person here. You can’t pick yourself.” You flick her off. “No comment for the press thank you.” You say, not wanting to admit it was Ellie, nor offend Dina who was beautiful, but simply it was platonic. You where coming to the realization that you had a raw attraction to Ellie, even if you had only known her a short period of time. But you felt like you didn’t have a chance. You would rather save yourself the time and avoid rejection.

“Okay well your a pussy, and I’m getting tired of you nerds. Let’s head to bed.” Dina says taking the bra off her head and stuffing it into her bag. She was never to be the one ashamed of her body, so her not wearing one didn’t bother her, nor you and Ellie. You nod and stretch. And stand up, and roll the sleeves of your sweater up and put out the fire with a gallon jug of water. You had tattoos up and down your forearms, so showing them off was something you loved to do. Ellie brushes off her pants and stands up and looks at your forearms, her eyes flicking up and down. You blush and thanked god it was dark and your face was concealed. She was probably just checking out what designs you had, not checking you out. Dina clicks on her flashlight and climbs into her tent. “GOODNIGHT LOSERS!” She yells and zips up her tent, soon after her light clicking off. You and Ellie both stand there awkwardly for an unbearable minute. It was unlike you both to be so timid. But damn, she looked angelic in the soft glow of the moonlight.

“Uh, anyways goodnight.” You say, clicking on your flashlight and entering your own tent swiftly, zipping it up. And as you take off your hiking boots and change into basketball shorts, your thoughts race. You rarely felt drawn to anyone as quickly as you did with her, and it scared you. You enter your sleeping bag and click off your flashlight sighing. She was out of your league you where sure of it. And even if you had a chance it’s way to soon to act on anything. You close your eyes cover your face with your hands. For some reason you couldn’t help but feel shame around her. In fact thats how you felt around most people except Di these days. You had become extremely introverted after losing a freind group and a bad breakup. Dina wanted you to have a freind besides her. And you had finally thought you where over it, and maybe you would’ve been if you just didn’t like Ellie like that. So close, yet so far. You uncover your face and turn on your side and try to sleep, yet sleep wouldn’t come.

An hour, maybe two passes by. No sleep, not even the slightest hint of it would come to you. And suddenly you heard a whisper, barely audible, “Hey Y/N you awake?” Holy fuck it was Ellie. You quickly sit up. “What, Ellie?” You whisper back and unzip your tent to see her crouched outside of yours, holding her sleeping bag; dressed in a tank top and shorts. “Are you okay?” You whisper your words laced with genuine worry. “I- um don’t make fun of me. But I’m actually scared of the dark and i was wondering if I could sleep in your tent.” She looks down her cheeks red from embarrassment. You where shocked. Why you and not Dina? After all she knew Di better. You shrugged it off, oblivious to Ellie’s ploy to share your tent with you, you guessed she had just realized you where the only one awake. Unlike what you thought, the minute she saw you she thought you where attractive. Your masculine way of dressing, your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed, the silver rings you adorned, the tattoos snaking up your arms. She didn’t know why, but she was attracted to all of you and hatched a plan to be in your arms one way or another. You nod. “No I wouldn’t make fun of you for that. C’mon on in,” you whisper and smile gently at her. Ellie crawls in and rolls out her sleeping bag as you get back into your sleeping bag. She lays next to you as you lay back down. You lay face up still and stiff like a dead body, not daring to look at her. Was this really happening? Your mind was boggled and you listened to her breathing. You could tell she was still awake.

Meanwhile Ellie was trying to figure out what to do mentally. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest, she was worried you could hear it. But you couldn’t. She squeezes her eyes shut, gives herself a mental push and turns to you. “I- Y/N?”

“Y-yes?” You stutter out, your heart beating just as hard as hers now.

“Can we um- cuddle? I understand if not your already being nice enough to let me in here and-“ you cut Ellie off.

“hey it’s okay we all need to cuddle the bros sometimes yeah? Don’t feel embarrassed. Me and Di have.” You try to comfort her. But thats not the type of comfort Ellie wanted, but it was a step forward. You both awkwardly unzip your sleeping bags and she jerkily grabs your side, wrapping her strong arms around your waist resting her head on your chest.

No no no! You mentally panicked. She could hear your rabbit paced heart beat now clearly and you couldn’t do a thing but act normal. You where fully enveloped in her scent now, sandalwood, cinnamon and campfire smoke. You hadn’t caught the cinnamon scent earlier, but thats because it resided in her hair. You had a full dark and deep blush now, and you didn’t know it but so did Ellie. You looked down at her arms that where just as tatted as her thighs and you mentally trace the moth and plant she had on her forearm.

She held you tighter after noticing your heart beat, and she had a small smile on her face. She saw the way your eyes lingered a little bit to long when she was dared to take off her pants and run around, and your rapid heart rate confirmed her suspicions of mutual attraction.

To your surprise she grabs the side of your face turns your head to her and looks into your eyes. You finally notice her dark red cheeks and not only that, but the small scar in one of her eyebrows, her freckles sprinkled perfectly across her face, and the way her eyelids drooped over her green eyes from the weed and from fatigue. Your breath hitches in your throat and her eyes look at your lips and then back into your eyes. Everything was still for a moment, and then she gently kisses you, her hand going from your cheek to your hair. Your eyes widen, but quickly shut as she pulls you by your waist closer to her. You both separate and but stay quiet looking at each other timidly.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” She says looking away, taking your silence as shock, which it was, but in a good way. Terrific even.

“N-no i just didn’t realize you where into me like that.” You say your voice shaking slightly.

“Well I do.” She buries her face in your chest, like she’s trying to hide.

“I do too.” You whisper out.

“Good, because that would’ve been embarrassing.” She says and you wrap your arms around her smiling like an idiot, giddy.

You finally fall asleep, thanks to her.

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Heyyyyyy y’all its ya boy, skinny peni- anyways i hope y’all fw this i already have the idea for the 2nd chapter

Shoutout @elliessluv for this idea

I am now retreating back into my cave to be the feral goblin i am, byeee! XD

Chapter 2 (literally just smut I warned you)

[melancholymetropolis]

"Namor… I don't have time for this."

The feathered serpent pressed light kisses up my shins, as he pulled the stilettos off my feet. He groaned loudly in response and locked eyes with me. A suggestive smirk on his lips, but the mutant remained silent. Those sweet kisses became sloppy as his hot mouth grew closer to my thighs. His strong hands pulled my rear to the edge of the desk and opened my legs. The pencil skirt I wore rose a little, slightly showing my thong to the man. Something in him shifted when eyeing the lacy piece of lingerie. It was even in his favorite color, turquoise. Namor took several deep breaths, in an effort to calm his growing lust, and looked up at me.

"Tell me what you want, my queen," he said, resting on his knees before me. "Tell what you want and I'll do it. I'll do it in a heartbeat."

I folded my arms across my chest and looked down at my husband. His obedience ignited desire into my being. It was hard to resist him, especially after all those nights we spent apart.

I pulled my skirt over my ass and pushed my thong to the side, exposing my dripping cunt. "Eat it."

Namor hooked his arms around my thighs and pushed them upward. His mouth was on my lower lips in seconds. The hot tongue dragged from my sopping hole to my aching clit. I sighed softly and leaned backward, resting on my arms. My eyes fluttered closed as his tongue lapped up my throbbing bud. Namor moaned loudly at the activity. His thoughts rang into my mind like a church bell. 

He couldn't stop thinking about the time we spent apart. The cursed lab that stole me away from him and the needy assistants employed. He understood my passion to save the ocean was genuine and crucial to his way of life, but he simply wanted his wife by his side. He missed cuddling next to my warm body and feeling my skin pressed against his. Namor swore it was but a phase, that he would pass the honeymoon stage of our love soon. But, it had been over a year since we had gotten married and he was still wholeheartedly obsessed with me.

His soft lips slipped my growing clit into his mouth. Namor's tongue lapped against the underside, while keeping suction on the bud. His thumb teased my dripping hole. The pad of his finger playing with the slick as he sucked the pearl.

It could've been the petty up sexual frustration or the fact that he knew my body do well---- but my legs started to shake against his face.

That's it, darling. Cum for me.

He thought the phrase in his native tongue; I melted at the sound.

My hips rolled against his face, as my nails dug into the desk beneath me. My breathing became sporadic as my eyes squeezed shut.

I chanted his name like a prayer and gripped the hair on the top of his head.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

The orgasm hit me like a wave. Star exploded behind my eyes as my breath hitched in my throat. My mouth hung wide open as the please coursed through me. My thighs clamped around his head, but my husband couldn't care less. His continued to suck the bud, making the orgasm even longer.

You're so beautiful when you scream my name.

The lights began to flicker in the room as the desk started to shake. My powers greatly impacting everything around me. Papers flew off of the desk and my laptop was placed in a drawer. One by one the buttons of my blouse popped open to reveal the matching lacy bra. The shirt slipped down my arms, just as the bra straps did. The clasp of the garment was undone and my breasts sprang free.

I pushed Namor away from my sensitive bud and he rose to his feet. His jewelry undid itself and was placed on the other side of the room. His shorts rolled down to reveal his throbbing cock. Big, thick and all mine.

My panties rolled down my legs and were tossed to the side. I spread my legs wide for him and rested on my palms.

Fuck me.

My voice danced in his mind, making the mutant smirk. He closed the distance between our lustful bodies and gave me a sloppy kiss. His hands all over me. Gripping my breasts. Massaging my rolls. Pinching my thighs. Namor thought of every sexy name in the book and recited it over and over again.

Darling. Angel. Goddess

He worshipped me. Waited on me hand and foot. Made me feel loved in my darkest moments. He was down bad for me, just as I was for him. But, I'll never admit that out loud.

[yes-divine-ruler]

1/2✵ Evan Peters x Stripper!Fem!Reader - “Can I Have This Dance?”

12 Days of Evan Peters - Day 5

Part 2 here

Word count: 818

A few weeks before Christmas and the club was decked out in festive decor, tinsel on the rails and Mrs Claus in her lingerie hanging back stage. The girls were all in their festive costumes, I’d seen one too many reindeer tonight in tiny thongs with tails.

I wondered around the club, the lights dim but the hungry look on our customer’s faces hard to ignore. A man sat with his friends at the bar, looking shy, his head hung as his friends egged him on. One of our girls was already over there, dressed in tinsel, her hands massaging his shoulders.

He looked up for a second, and we made eye contact. He was undeniably handsome, not the type of guy you’d usually see around here. His eye contact didn’t waiver as I left the floor, opting to sit out in the dressing room until my set.

Tinsel girl came through the door moments later, her eyes locked on me as she strode over in her silver pleasers.

“Y/N, I don’t usually pass up on a potential customer but, this guy couldn’t take his eyes off you - his friends want you to come out and offer him a dance,” she grabbed onto my arm, her French manicured fingers wrapping around my bicep and dragging me out of my chair. I scowled at her, pushing her off me slightly before letting out a fake laugh.

“What guy?” I enquired, looking anywhere but her, not really interested.

“He’s sitting by the bar with his friends, I know you saw him,” she replied, offering me a small smile as I finally looked back at her.

I thought for a moment, that maybe it was the cute guy that was staring at me, and that maybe I could get a few dollars off someone who didn’t smell like sweat and cheap cigarettes for a change. I shrugged at her, pushing passed her and entering the floor again.

There he was, his eyes burning into me as I strode over, another fake smile plastered across my face. He sat with his legs together on the bar stool, his hands crossed in his lap.

“Hey sweetheart,” I purred, coming up to his side and resting a hand on his shoulder. He pretty much gawked at me, his eyes wide as he stared up at my face.

“Evan! Come on man, hey,” one of his friends tapped my shoulder, “mind giving him a dance?” He slipped me a fifty, and I took it in my hand.

“One song baby,” I grabbed onto his hands, pulling him off the stool and taking him over to a love seat in the corner of the club. His friends followed, like lost puppies, cheering him on. His hand was clammy, I could tell it was his first time at a strip club, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“What’s your name,” I asked him, pushing him back on the love seat, resting my knees on either side of his legs and straddling his lap. His hands stay put by his sides as I grabbed onto his shoulders, beginning to grind into his crotch.

“Evan,” he choked out, the bulge in his pants noticeably growing the more I ground on him. I nudged his cute face between my cleavage, the applause from his friends paused as they watched in awe. I ghosted my lips over his ear, my hands running down his chest.

“You’re very handsome, Evan,” I whispered in his ear. He moaned softly, only noticeable to me, as I grabbed onto his hands and guided them towards my waist.

“You can touch me baby,” I encouraged, my fingers coming up under his shirt and scratching lightly at his toned chest and stomach.

“W-what’s your name?” He asked me, then cursed under his breath, “fuck I know you’re not supposed to-”

I laughed “it’s okay honey,” I cooed, pulling down my top slightly as I continued to grind my ass into his growing erection, my breasts exposed right up to the nipple. He sucked in a deep breath, his exhale shuddering, and his grip on my hips tighter.

The song ended, and I lifted up off his lap, running a hand through his hair and smiling at him. He looked sad, like he didn’t want me to leave, but they all looked like that.

“Thank you,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip and standing up, brushing himself off as his friends all huddled around him, giving him praise with slaps on the back and ruffling his hair.

“Any time darling,” I said, knowing the time was up and I was going to retreat back to my dressing room. His eyes didn’t leave mine before I turned to walk away, and then they burnt into the back of my head as they did before.

I had a feeling I’d see him here again soon.

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