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vintagepresley · 1 year

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99 Luftballons

68' Comeback Special blurb - requested by @elvispresleywife

Ada goes to her first high school party and Elvis does not approve.

September, 1984

Elvis was sitting at his white gold leaf piano with you by his side, resting your head against his shoulder as the twins sat on the floor listening to their daddy sing a new song he was thinking about recording. Elvis being the romantic that he was even played the song that two of you danced to together way back when in his suite at the International. My Prayer by The Platters, the song that meant the world to the both of you and when you knew he was the only man you could ever want. Meanwhile Ada had been upstairs getting ready for her first high school party, she had just started high school and she was so nervous about it but everyone knew who her father was so she had no problems making friends. So, when she got invited to her first party she jumped at the chance to go. She had to beg the two of you to let her go, you were more laid back in the matter because you had been to your fair share of parties as a teenager and there was no harm in Ada having some fun. But Elvis on the other hand didn’t like the idea of her going to this party, he didn’t like the idea of not knowing if his little girl was safe. Times were changing and there were all sorts of drugs out there and teenagers drinking and the last thing he wanted was for her to get into all of that. Not to mention boys. But with some convincing from you he hesitantly agreed to let her go.

Ada was dancing and singing around her room to one of her favorite songs 99 Luftballons by Nena at full volume as she was deciding on what to wear. She chose a black crop top and a blue jean mini skirt and then she sat at her vanity and started on her makeup, being true to the new trends she did her makeup just like Madonna’s, bold and smokey eyed and pairing it with a red lipstick that she stole from your bathroom. Then she started on her hair teasing it just like Madonna’s and adding very flashy bracelets and jewelry to complete her look. She slipped on her black boots when she heard a car horn honking from outside. She glanced out her window and smiled when she saw it was her friends. She had been lucky enough to befriend one of the 10th grade girls who had a license. She waved to them before shutting off her music and heading out of her room, sneaking down the stairs as she continued to hum her favorite song. She wanted to slip out of the house before Elvis saw her. She saw that the two of you were distracted and hadn’t even noticed her, but Scarlett spotted her and they made eye contact. Ada placing her index finger over her lips signaling for Scarlett to keep her mouth shut. But as younger siblings do, she decided to tell on her.

“Daddy, look at what Addy is wearing!” she snitched, pointing toward the foyer.

Elvis raised an eyebrow as he stopped playing and looked toward the foyer to see Ada running towards the door.

“Get back in here, young lady!” he shouted.

Ada rolled her eyes and came stomping back to you both, narrowing her eyes at Scarlett who was sticking her tongue out at her.

“You goddamn tattletale!” she sneered.

“Hey! Don’t talk to your sister that way!” you yelled.

“At least I don’t look like a clown!” Scarlett giggled.

“Enough!” Elvis shouted, wanting everyone to shut up.

“Daddy, I have to go, my friends are waiting!” Ada sighed.

“Elvis, come on, let her go.” you said softly. He shook his head at you both and waved off the fact that her friends were waiting. He got up from the piano and furrowed his brow.

“What are you wearin’?! Where’s the rest of that skirt!?” he snapped.

Ada looked down at her outfit and soothed out her skirt that she didn’t think was that short. She looked back up at Elvis, shrugging and then she looked to you to stop him. You let out a soft sigh and grabbed a hold of Elvis, sitting him back down.

“You’re okay with this? W-What’s all that makeup on your face? You know what I said about wearin’ makeup.” he said sharply.

Scarlett and Little Elvis began to laugh because of her makeup.

“Ugh, mama!” Ada whined.

You felt Elvis was overreacting especially since she was a teenager girl and this is what they do. You never minded that she wore makeup. She spent so much time watching you do your own makeup when she was a little girl that as she got older and became a teenager you didn’t mind if she wanted to wear some. You didn’t agree with how much she was wearing, but it was the look nowadays.

“Elvis, please, she’s a young girl and they all wear makeup like that now. I wore makeup at her age and there’s nothing wrong with her skirt. You’re being silly.” you said softly.

“Well, It’s too much makeup. I told you, I didn’t like her wearin’ it. She’s a little girl, she doesn’t needa be wearin’ all that junk on her face. Now go upstairs and take off that lipstick or you’re not goin’ to this party.” he said sternly.

“But dad!” Ada yelled, looking at you. You gave her the “listen to your father” look and she rolled her eyes stomping all the way up the stairs and taking off her red lipstick angrily as she could hear her friends honking the car horn for her to hurry up. Once she had the lipstick off she grabbed the small tube of lipstick and stuffed it into the pocket of her jean skirt and ran back downstairs.

“Can I go now?” she said, annoyed.

“Not yet. I want to talk to you.” he said before looking over at the twins. “The two of you upstairs now. We need to talk to your sister.” he said sternly. The twins felt bummed because they wanted to stay. The both of them got up and ran upstairs where they sat at the top of the stairs listening. You raised an eyebrow wondering what Elvis could be wanting to talk to her about.

“Daddy, I need to go!” Ada whined.

“Just sit down a minute. We need to have a talk.” he said, pointing at the couch.

Ada walked over to the couch and folded her arms over her chest as she plopped down onto it, looking down at her shoes. You could only imagine what was going through Ada’s head right now. Elvis got up and sat beside her on the couch and she continued to look down at her shoes. You watched on from the piano.

“Are there goin’ to be boys at this party?” he asked.

Ada wanted to crawl inside herself at that moment because the last thing she wanted to talk about with her dad was boys.

“Yes, most of the kids from the school are going to be there.” she mumbled.

“Elvis, is this necessary? It’s an innocent little party.” you chimed in.

“Yes it is, baby.” he replied to you before turning his attention back to Ada. “Is there going to be any drugs or alcohol at this party?” he asked.

“Dad! Come on, no one is going to be doing that!” she huffed.

You shook your head at his questioning. You understood his reasoning for being so overprotective. She was his baby and he was always overly protective with both his daughters.

“You know Ada is not one of those kids. She’s a smart girl and knows better than that. Don’t you, honey?” you asked. Ada nodded her head quickly.

“I just wanna make sure. Now your mama has spoken to you ‘bout the birds and the bees, right?” he asked. Now Ada’s face was turning red and she groaned. You felt embarrassed for her.

“Oh my god, dad! Can we not do this right now!!!” Ada yelled, hiding her face in her hands.

“Listen, there’s gonna be boys at this party and I don’t trust a single one. Boys have one thing on their minds and that’s sex. I’ll be damned if they try anythin’ with my little girl! I’m not stupid I know what goes on at these parties, honey.” he said.

“I’m not having sex! Ugh, dad! It’s just a party!” she exclaimed. Elvis felt relieved to know that and had no desire to speak any further on the matter because he was just as uncomfortable as she was about the whole thing.

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes at his words, watching as Ada grew more and more embarrassed by this conversation. “Honey, you’re the last person to be giving her advice on the dangers of boys and sex.” you laughed. “Now let her go to her party.”

Elvis shot you a look and shook his head before he looked back at Ada. “Fine.. You can go.” he said. Ada jumped up from the couch relieved that the conversation was over and she hugged Elvis and then you. “Bye mama! Bye Daddy!” she said as she quickly ran to the front door.

“I want you home by 10:00, no later!” he yelled.

“Okay!” she shouted as she headed out and quickly got into the car and Elvis watched from the window as the car drove away and out of the gates of Graceland. He now turned his attention to you, furrowing his brow. You smiled innocently at him as you stood up, giggling softly.

“What was that mess you said ‘bout me talkin’ about the dangers of boys?” he asked as he walked over to you.

“Oh, well, you know.. You weren’t some innocent boy yourself. You had a bit of a reputation when it came to girls, Mr. Presley.” you giggled.

“That was a long, long time ago, baby. But that’s why I’m so concerned! I don’t want her meetin’ some boy like me.” he laughed, slipping his arms around your waist.

You grinned at his words and slipped your arms around his shoulders as you stood up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “She’d be a lucky girl if she met a boy like her daddy who’s sweet, kind, romantic, and who treats her right. I know I got lucky..” you smiled. He smiled wide at your words and he stole another kiss from your lips.

“Mm.. Is that so?” he hummed against your lips.

“Mhm, I hope someday all our children find someone that treats them right and that they have what we have.” you whispered, nuzzling your nose up against his before sharing another passionate kiss.

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valyalyon · 5 months

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5 Roadside Rhapsody

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CW: public smut, controlling behavior, explicit language. MDNI. 2.7K words.

Rocco was easy to trust, and Angel eventually relented to letting Grace around for drums. By early December, Rocco booked her for one gig to test out her performance on stage.

Grace appeared at the show intoxicated, with her hair up in a ponytail. She wore jeans and a basic grey top, a cropped purple jacket over everything. She had brought her drum kit and Rocco helped her set up before the show.

Angel hung nearby, watching them, bouncing on her toes and smoking her weed vape freely in the nightclub. She chain smoked several hits of the pot, until she felt her throat absolutely on fire. Not wanting to seem uncool, she swallowed the smoke and coughs.

Rocco came off the stage after the drum kit was set up, he walked over to Angel and kissed her on the lips, “gorgeous, Star… the best Angel. You look beautiful watching me.”

She really did. She waited around so pretty, with those wide eyes tracking the passage of time. Her short skirt revealed her bare legs, her high boots helped not make her as short.

He pulled her in for a hug from the waist, squeezing his fingers against her skin. She moaned and looked up at him, “why?”

“You look so good all the time, Star, how can I not want to be inside of you?” He asked, and then felt her pussy while blocking her body from view.

“So fucking hot,” he moaned against her ear.

“Mmm,” Angel moaned, her lip quivering, “we can’t, not out here, and you have a show any minute.”

Rocco nodded his head, “I do… I do, but no one’s here yet and Grace went to the bathroom. Look at you, Star. Come here.”

He took her hand and she let him lead her to the seat the singer had on the stage. He sat himself on the seat, and pulled her onto his lap.

He was already hard, his bulge pressing against her skirt and panties. She rubbed against him just for a second, then got up to unzip his pants and remove his cock.

Rocco’s dick stood at attention as Angel sucked on the tip, and spit all over it. With him now more lubricated, she decided to sit down. She faced away from him, lowering her pussy down around his cock.

Feeling him pulsating, and remembering they had little time, Angel began to speed up. Rocco held her by the hips, thrusting up to meet her bounces. He rubbed her clit with one hand.

She moaned as her body moved against his.

It was hard for her to understand what he wanted from her. At the same time she wasn’t sure what she wanted from him.

Was she just sticking around to have a ride into the next place? She didn’t want to leave his side, she enjoyed everything she got to experience with him, but she worried that forever was still out of reach.

Distracting herself, she felt her pussy squeeze his cock as she entered her orgasm. Just as she did, he began to finish inside of her, holding onto her waist and chuckling. He leaned forward and then kissed her bare shoulder.

Just as Grace cleared her throat, “you two were sure having a fun time.”

Angel blushed, quickly pulling her panties back into place underneath her dress. She avoided Grace’s eyes and got off the stage quickly.

Luckily, Rocco had covered up at the same time she was, so when she sat in her spot he was composed again. He stood up off the chair as Grace started walking towards the stage.

“Maybe you’ll let me give you a better time later,” Grace teased but only Rocco heard her.

He spoke up, slightly annoyed, “Star and I are exclusive. I don’t need anyone else so it will only ever be professional between you and I.”

While not pleased, Grace merely grumbled out a half hearted, “whatever.” Then, she got in her place on the stage.

Angel had heard what he said and was pretty pleased by it. She kicked her feet as people began to fill the club.

With Lazarus there had always been lies that were uncovered, but she felt that she understood him until the end. Sometimes she didn’t really think she understood Rocco at all, but other times the two would write together for hours.

Watching him on the stage was just seeing him live a dream she couldn’t see herself in. In that moment they were in the Lilac Gorge and they still had one another but… Laguna Hills?

She knew he would get famous just from watching him perform in the town clubs. New people, locals, one off transient travelers — everyone couldn’t help but stop to listen to Radio Boy and they’d come back if they were in town, if not they’d send friends.

This was already spreading and soon, Radio Boy’s voice would be the talk of the entire Red Highway. A part of Angel worried that if it spread too far, he’d gather Leviathan’s attention. She’d be found.

Who knew how angry he was.

As the show started to come to an end, Angel took note of the full room lit in purple and blue lights. Everyone had been so entranced with Rocco. They were magnetized to him and that stage.

Grace’s drums played nice with Rocco guitar and voice, so Rocco inquired Grace on meeting them in Laguna Hills in January.

Backstage with Angel and Rocco, Grace responded, “That should be enough time for me to figure a way out there.”

Rocco nodded his head, “we can’t take you, so you would have to be able to have your own way there.”

Angel was resting under Rocco’s arm, he was so tall. Easily 6’2”. She always felt tiny beside him and she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it.

“Yeah, I’ll have it figured out… we’re going to keep playing shows?” She asked, her intoxication showing.

He was irritated by her drinking, his eyebrow slightly twitching. Turning his attention to Angel, he littered her face with hot kisses.

She jumped and kissed him back, touching his face that he’d so graciously put before her so she wouldn’t have to stretch.

Grace got louder. She raised her voice, spitting out through vodka breath, “shows? More? Here?”

Rocco turned back to her and responded with no lack of irritation in his tone, “yes. We will have more shows but you’re drunk and I want you doing better next time.”

“Hmm, sure,” Grace shrugged.

Angel watched the interaction with confusion, but with a weird feeling as if she had seen these two married before. She couldn’t explain the thought, and she actually enjoyed life with Rocco… so she wasn’t ready to give him up.

Angel reached out and grabbed Rocco by the arm again, turning his attention back to her, “time to go back to the van… I need you.”

Grace scoffed, and turned around to leave.

…

I cycle through hoes, I gaze on the lotus… You blow up a phone, we didn’t even notice ‘cause we was just vibing.

Angel knew in her rational mind that she wouldn’t be guaranteed a life with Rocco. The reality was that Rocco needed perfection in his art and life.

He didn’t always show it, and Angel often seemed like the perfect woman. But, she wasn’t stupid to it. She saw the way that he hated Grace for making even a slight mistake on stage, and she had felt his judgmental eye before.

As December crept by in the Lilac Gorge, Angel and Rocco had one of their only fights. It was closer to the end of the month, and Rocco was preparing for a show.

He was sitting in the passenger seat of the van while Angel dressed in the back, in his arms was his guitar, and he was strumming notes to practice.

His anxiety levels had only been getting higher as they neared the day they’d set off for Laguna Hills, so he looked at the time and spoke up, “are you ready yet? We don’t have much time.”

Just a second later, Angel shouted she was ready. Rocco got out of the van and met her outside, but quickly got angry, “what are you wearing?”

It was late December, night-time, and there was a cold breeze with a temperature below 30 degrees Fahrenheit. In other words, it was cold and Angel had chosen to wear some leather pants, a thin purple long sleeve shirt, with her white fur jacket.

She looked great, but Rocco was beyond pissed.

“It’s cold, Rocco, I don’t want to wear a dress,” she explained, defending her outfit.

“Okay, well, I didn’t ask. Get changed, you’re not going to my show dressed like that,” Rocco was stressed from his desire for perfection.

Angel was irritated, “you’ve got to be joking.”

Rocco turned her around, getting her to go back into the van and following her in, “I’m going to be world famous one day, I never want you looking bad beside me.”

She turned to face him but he turned her around again. This time he grabbed a dress from her clothes, and started to undress her. Exasperated, “I can dress myself, thank you!”

“Well clearly you can’t. Finish getting dressed,” he pulled away, watching her to make sure she did what he asked.

She did finish getting dressed in the dress he picked out, putting her white boots on and her white fur coat. She was pissed, though.

As they made their way down the streets of the Lilac Gorge towns to the night club, Angel was shivering from the cold.

Rocco had his arm draped around her, and spoke to her in a low voice as they neared a crowd outside the club, “you look much better now. When everyone sees you with me, I know they see how perfect we are.”

Angel still enjoyed spending time with him, and was still attracted to him, because she ignored any red flag and followed him to her seat.

He kissed her as she sat down. Then he got on the stage where Grace was already waiting. The doors opened and the crowd moved into the little night club space to party and listen to Rocco.

Angel faded in as she always did. Listening to his amazing voice as the crowd started to sing songs back to him. Typical popular radio favorites for the area but… they loved to hear him sing it all.

Angel noticed groups of people within the crowd. Some groups were the transient mixes of people — they were people like Angel and Rocco. Other groups were made up of older locals — whether Red Highway or Lilac Gorge locals, there were both.

There seemed to be an even split, but Angel noticed an anomaly among the crowd that night. By himself in a corner, a man in his late 50s sat. What was so weird about him is that he reminded Angel of Lazarus, but older.

The man had grays in his pitch black hair and beard, the distance giving him pitch black eyes. He didn’t wear a leather jacket, instead a bomber jacket the older military men would wear. Atop his head was a cowboy hat, and he reminded her of a reformed Lazarus.

She couldn’t think about it for too long, as she felt everything shake. This wasn’t an earthquake, instead the familiar sound of motorcycles rolled in. In less than a minute, the night club doors began to open.

She tore her eyes away to see behind her. Into the nightclub entered 5 biker men, and she quickly focused on their faces to see if she recognized any of them.

The men didn’t look familiar, but that didn’t settle Angel’s anxieties. She knew that LJ’s gang was always growing, with new men recruited into their ranks every week.

The group walked towards that corner where the older man sat. They sat down at his table, and as they did, Angel met the old man’s eyes. They still looked pitch black, and he seemed to start to smile, before his attention turned to the group of bikers.

At first, Angel decided she would just ignore the men. However, as she continued to listen to Rocco’s singing, she found herself getting more nervous. Another group of biker men had entered the club. This time, their faces were recognizable.

She wasn’t sure exactly who they were, but they appeared to be lower-ranked members of LJ’s gang. She vaguely remembered the men being there the night that Fox raped her, they were among the crowd of young faces around the campfire.

Angel knew very well that they would recognize her. She had been their boss’s girl, and had been fucked by him in front of them on multiple occasions. So, as the new gang members started to join the space, Angel got up from her chair and made her way backstage.

She would have just hidden in the changing room, but her worry was increasing. She was shaking as she paced backstage. Overwhelmed by the emotions, Angel stormed out the back door into the open air.

She breathed in and out sharply, feeling the breath as it filled her lungs. Her rib cage, too small for her body, tightened. She felt her eyes filling with tears, as the fear and reality of the situation started to settle in for her.

The back door opened again and Rocco joined her outside, his voice worried, “you alright?”

“I think those bikers are part of my ex’s gang,” Angel explained. She was doubled over on the floor, trying not to throw up.

“Did they recognize you?” Rocco seemed concerned.

She started to rise to her feet, “they didn’t see me as far as I know. Definitely not my face.”

Rocco nodded his head, and then looked behind him, “there’s at least 30 men out front with a few women…”

Her eyes widened but she nodded, “they look like every gang on the Red Highway but I recognized the second group of men.”

He sighed and then said, “well, we’ll go then. Let me tell Grace to wrap it up, I’ll talk to the owner and then come back out… Should only take me five minutes. You wait here?”

She paused, but then agreed, “yeah.”

He nodded, noticing her odd behavior, and then rushing back into the club to get everything done.

All alone again, Angel stood there. She stared up at the night sky for a second, the cold air making her legs turn red. She remembered Lazarus seeing her bruised legs the morning she left.

Her eyes went from the sky down to the red splotches on her thighs. Her white skin was pink and crimson. She wondered, drearily in her cold misery, if she could live up to Rocco’s expectations of perfection.

Her tropical island body wasn’t made for a life of cold back alleys. Losing her connection with reality, she decided to walk to the edge of the building and peak at the gang.

Eventually she got a good portion of the gang in her sights. Everyone was waiting in the parking lot, but her focal point was… Lazarus. She felt her chest squeeze as her heart raced, her breath stilling.

Well it’s colder here than anyone told me the South could get.

Lazarus was pacing through the group, shouting indiscernible orders at people. Everyone listened and would disperse as instruction was given. His pacing didn’t cease, though.

She could tell from having spent time with him. He was hurting, struggling and she could see it all over his face and demeanor.

Not wanting to see his pain anymore, she quickly made her way to the backdoor to wait for Rocco.

Just seconds later, he stepped out, and draped his long arm over her shoulder. He guided her back to the van and helped her in once they arrived.

Only two posts left in Rocco's story! I finished writing the last post yesterday and I am so glad I'm done. I love Rocco but I definitely made a lot of changes to the ending of his story.

SONG REFERENCES Stealth Mode by J. Cole featuring Bas Great Divide by Ira Wolf

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kawaiichibiart · 2 years

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I can't be bothered to go back and find it, but I still think it'd be fucking hilarious for the next April Fools event to be us playing with the NPCs and seeing them as the temp. units.

I'll even give y'all what I would do with each group.

This a long one y'all, buckle in, some units have more info than others, just so ya know.

Leo/need - STANDOUT, leader Iori, other members: Mio, the rest of STANDOUT (do they have names?)

Sekai isn't a school, but rather a live house. Iori and her bandmates all have this desire to go pro, however, much like in the VBS main story line, their bassist, Mio, decides to quit and leave the band, and it hits Iori the hardest. They eventually reconcile, blah blah blah, STANDOUT is formed.

Their VS are Miku and Meiko. Miku's hair leans more blue than teal and has several streaks of black in it rather than having the underside be a hot pink, and is tied in low pigtails. Her outfit consists of a bomber jacket over what looks like a band t. In place of a skirt, she has ripped jeans, similar to that of the male street-parka outfit you can buy in Proseka.

Meiko dresses more like a manager. Very sharp, deep red, suit. She however, also wears crop tops with the same band graphics as Miku's. You don't see it often because she usually has her jacket buttoned all the way, and you only ever see it when she's playing along side Miku, rather than being her manager.

And for the fun of it, no real thought behind the why (for any of these so....): their Untitled Song becomes Unhappy Refrain

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MORE MORE JUMP! - Blossoming ✿ Melodies, leader Mai, other members: Nanami, Yuina, and Ayaka.

Unlike in canon, Haruka, Airi, and Shizuku never go back to being idols. While she has apologized to Haruka, Mai realizes it's too little too late, and starts doubting her own worth as an Idol. She eventually meets Yuina, who shows her videos of a girl who wished to be an idol, but after being rejected so many times, went on to pursue dance. Yuina admired the girl for finding a new passion that wasn't far from what her original dream was. It gave her hope that, even if something didn't work out, it didn't mean that there wasn't anything out there for her to enjoy with her entire being. The two girls will later meet Nanami and Ayaka, and after some thought, Mai asks the girls to form an idol group with her. There's some hesitance, but they all agree to it eventually.

Their Sekai is similar to the Stage Sekai, but it's outdoors rather than inside a huge auditorium. There are several flowers all around that represent one thing: hope. Blossoming ✿ Melodies was created to spread hope not just for a better tomorrow, but for sparks to rekindle in the hearts of people, whether they follow their dreams, or find a new one entirely, in other words, they hope people who listen to them never give up on finding happiness.

Their VS are, much like MMJ, Miku and Rin.

Miku's hair is actually the soft pink of Sakura Miku. Because their Sekai is an outdoor stage with lots of flowers, the VS have floral inspiration. Miku's being cherry blossoms (sakuras). She's dressed in very soft pinks with deep teal as an accent to compliment her eyes. She has cherries and sakura flowers attached to her pigtails.

Rin is dressed in different shades of yellow. This is the only Sekai where rather than her short hair, we see her with longer hair by default. Her bow is much smaller, only visible from the back, and attached to it, in the center, is her flower: the daffodil.

Untitled Song: Upside Reverse Rainbow

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Vivid BAD SQUAD: I don't have name for them tbh :/ anyways..... Leader: Arata, other members: Souma, Nagi, and Taiga.

While the desire to surpass RAD WEEKEND is still there, this groups true feelings is to recreate that event. They want people to come together once again and enjoy music.

If they surpass RAD WEEKEND, great. But they just want to be seen as an impactful and memorable event. They want people to show up and realize that they wanted to pursue music as well.

Taiga tries to get Ken to join him and Nagi once again, but Ken declines. They eventually meet Arata and Souma and after learning they wanted to surpass RAD WEEKEND, they agreed to help them.

Their Sekai, much like Blossoming ✿ Melodies, is similar to their original units (VBS) Sekai. It's a street Sekai, but rather than a cafe, they're close to several live houses, each one reflective of a VS that has yet to appear.

Their VS are Miku and Len. They're dressed very similarly to their OG Street Sekai looks, like in terms of style rather than clothing items:

Miku's pigtails are tied low on her head and she has a leather cap on her head. She wears sweats and an oversized cropped jacket over a simple tank top. She's very active and wants to put on a grand musical event. She's always running around and is filled with determination.

Len forgoes his puffed vest and wears a faded denim jacket over a graphic t. His jeans are covered in paint. He will sometimes add a streak of color to his bangs with temporary hair dye. He's more interested in art than music, so he's been helping Miku make posters and designing things she can wear. He still enjoys music, but finds making the art for said music more fun.

RAD WEEKEND eventually becomes something less and less spoken of and just hosting a music event becomes their priority.

Arata still wants to surpass it though and has often left when he's told he doesn't have to have every performance be done with the sole intention of surpassing an event.

He feels like the other three don't get it. That Taiga and Nagi forgot about how it impacted people. They were there. Surely they would see where he was coming from. They had to. But they didn't.

The group splits apart several times before they all realize they were being dumbasses about this.

Taiga even talks with Ken to get his opinion and is told to get a grip. He wanted to continue this, right? Continue making music events that brought people together and opened dreams? Ken knew An wanted to put on her own event one day with her maybe girlfriend (he hoped he was right about their relationship, An always mentioned Kohane Asuzawa when they spoke and it always sounded like they were more than friends). He knew that Akito Shinonome and Touya Aoyagi bonded over street music, Akito had told him himself that RAD WEEKEND made him realize music could be something he could pursue and how he hadn't felt passionate for something in so long until he saw RAD WEEKEND.

RAD WEEKEND wasn't meant to be seen as something to compete with. It was something that brought people together. In his eyes, as long as people came together, enjoyed themselves and found something about themselves, anyone could surpass RAD WEEKEND. But if they just wanted the fame and glory, it didn't how big of a crowd they got. It wouldn't have the same impact.

The group still has struggles and will often go to Ken for advice.

Miku and Len share similar opinions as Ken. They want an impactful and memorable event rather than a big event that will make them famous. What's the point in making an event if people don't remember it or only remember the size and aren't impacted by it (very much a "did this once, it was fun, let's move on" thing).

The first event they host is very small, almost no one shows up and the group feels frustrated. But outta the few people who do show up, a young, blonde, girl walks up to them with her friend, thanking them for letting her experience the event and letting her and her friend perform despite not having played in years. She didn't realize how long it's been since she played her keyboard. She didn't realize how much she missed it until they let her play. It was messy, short and rough, but she did it. She left with her friend, thanking them still as she left for reminding her of something she loved.

It was one person, but they did it. They made an impact. They helped someone find their passion for music again.

With that, they began to plan more events.

One day, they will surpass RAD WEEKEND, and if they don't, as long as they make an impact like they did for that one girl (Nagi tells them how she found out the girl and her friend began posting videos of them playing their instruments and singing alongside a boy that seems related to the blonde haired girl, a girl with pink hair, and sometimes a boy with two toned hair) than that's all that matters.

Untitled song: FREELY TOMORROW

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Wonderlands x Showtime: Phoenix ReIncartion, leader Sakurako, other members: Hinata, Keisuke and Shousuke.

After numerous attempts at failing to get the park's number of visiters up, the three eldest Otori siblings agree with their father that the best thing to do was to remodel more. And while she fought and fought for it, their younger sister, Emu, wasn't able to save the Wonder Stage. They tried telling her it was for the best, but she wouldn't listen. They were tearing apart their grandfather's park, his dream, did they not care?! She left that night to stay with a friend (it's Tsukasa, if you're wondering). The three elder Otoris were unsure what to do. Hinata eventually spoke with Sakurako, wanting her judgement on the tearing down of the Wonder Stage since she A. works at PXL and B. is close to Emu's age. She agrees that it was old and that it would have gone down at some point. Why wait for the inevitable to happen? Of course, she doesn't tell Hinata her worries. With the park changing so much, how long will it be before they decide she isn't needed? She also doesn't want to be seen as immature for being upset with changes coming to the park, she's only about 17-18 after all.

Hinata decides that it's up to her, her brothers and Sakurako to bring more people to the park. She chooses the name Phoenix ReIncarnation for their group as a tie to both bringing back Phoenix Wonderland to it's former glory, and because phoenixes rise from the ashes, they're reborn, reincarnated if you will.

They all agree the park has to change, but Sakurako eventually does fess up and say she could understand where Emu was coming from. Changes to the park were fine, but the point of the park shouldn't change. The park was made to make people happy, to make them leave with a smile no matter how old they were. She understands why their sister is upset and why she refuses to talk to them. She understands that change is good for the park, but she also understands how it feels to not be heard, to have something that makes her happy be ripped away from her. It was less so the Wonder Stage being torn down and moreso being told after it was already set in stone to be demolished. Sure, Emu would still be upset, but she'd likely still be on speaking terms with her family if she didn't find out at the very last second. And by last second, I mean LAST second. She thought she had time. That she was being given a chance but she wasn't. That's why she's upset. She never got to prove she could bring the Wonder Stage back. She never got the chance to perform on it. By the time she found one person to help her, the stage was being torn down. So it's no surprise to Sakurako that Emu chose to stay with the one person who did listen to her and wanted to help, as opposed to her family who seemed to never hear her out. This confession leads to more conflict as Shousuke and Keisuke were still in the belief they did nothing wrong and that Emu needed to "grow up" eventually.

Their Sekai is the Theater Sekai. Unlike the Wonderland Sekai, which is filled with so much life, the Theater Sekai is very empty and has a loud echo to it. The chairs are always empty. Dust is everywhere. The posters are faded and torn. The curtains are stained.

Their VS are Miku and Luka.

Miku never has a consistent look, having her teal hair in different styles, and always dressing up different ways (think World is Mine Miku). She's very demanding and tells them that this is what they wanted, wasn't it. They got their glorious theatrical stage. They got a worthy star (Miku herself) to perform for them. What's wrong? This is what they wanted, right?

Luka is very cold and snippy with them. She, much like Meiko in the Live House Sekai, dresses in sharp suits. However, she's very strict with her dress code and with adjusting things without asking, which leads to her and Miku fighting a lot.

Phoenix ReIncarnation learns through them that family business can be messy and it can lead to many people getting hurt or becoming distant. The Theater Sekai was once full of people. People loved their shows. But eventually, Miku wanted more and more and more, to the point she was making so many demands the other VS left. Luka, being her older sister figure, stood by her but eventually she began making decisions without telling Miku, because she saw that their Theater was losing its once former glory. They learn that Miku is very much a mix of them, wanting the best and deciding to go forward with plans purely for business, but also a reflection of Emu, the younger sibling who wanted to prove she could save something she loved if given the chance. It was an odd combo and left them wondering if Emu would have turned out like her if she had gone with their plans so long as she got something in return, as opposed to wanting to save one single stage and eventually the rest of the park in opposition to them making any changes.

Luka was more like the Otori's father. She forgot what the theater represented, why she, Miku, and the rest of VS opened it. She only saw Miku's desire to do bigger, grander, things, and she decided to go with it. It led to them opening a bigger theater, to having lavish curtains and beautiful costumes, but it also led to fights. The Kagamines were the first to leave, neither of them happy with their ideas being ignored and not being listened to in general (also a reflection of Emu), KAITO left shortly after, just to keep an eye out on them. MEIKO was the last to leave, finally fed up with everything and that all the changed Miku and Luka were making would ruin the theater that had once been so full of life.

Phoenix ReIncarnation realize the Sekai was reflecting a very strong probability. The fall of Phoenix Wonderland. Changes were meant to be good, but they can also be bad. They wanted glory, they wanted more, but it was splitting the Otori family apart and less people kept showing up despite having popular characters and shiny new rides.

They struggle convincing Mr. Otori to cut back on some major changes and to rather fix old attractions that were popular before they broke down.

They do promotions outside the park. Sakurako does snippets of her own shows. But it never felt like enough.

And out of pure desperation, Sakurako looks for Emu, and finds her walking side by side with a boy with blond hair that had peach colored tips. She asked to talk and Emu refused to at first, so when her friend said they should sit down somewhere more private, Sakurako thanked the gods.

Once they were seated in a café, she began to talk. She asked them to listen. And she told them everything she could. She left out the Sekai and VS, she didn't want to sound weird to them, and asked Emu if she was willing to help.

Phoenix Wonderland was losing more and more visitors with every passing day. And damn it, Sakurako missed it. She missed the old rides. She missed the genuine smile the park once brought to her face. She didn't want to be a part of this dying park, but she also didn't want to give up on her dreams.

And with some encouragement from the boy next to her, Emu agreed to help her on one condition. Her friend, her performing partner, got a say in things. And thus, Emu Otori and Tsukasa Tenma begin doing small shows to promote PXL.

It takes a long time, but eventually the park begins to go back to what it once was. There aren't as many visits as before, but there's enough for Phoenix ReIncarnation to feel assured that everything they were doing would bring the park back to life completely one day.

Hinata, Shousuke, and Keisuke eventually show up at the Tenma residence, after learning from Sakurako that that's where Emu was staying, in hopes of talking with their sister.

And when they're let in by the boy they denied employment to, they sit down and finally decide to listen. Hinata told her brothers that they were going to hear what Emu had to say first. That the three of them would keep their mouths shut for once and listen to their baby sister. And they did.

They listened to every word, all filled with anger, sadness, hurt and disappointment. They listened to her cry over the loss of the Wonder Stage, over feeling like she was lied to when she was told she was given a chance to save it just to find out they were tearing it down anyways shortly after she met Tsukasa and got him to agree to help her. How she felt like she couldn't trust them anymore and if they would continue to lie to her. They listened as she just cried and cried and eventually were gently kicked out by Tsukasa who had all but welcomed their sister into his family by now. He wished then luck and shut the door in their faces.

It wasn't until they begged Tsukasa to bring Emu to the park that the siblings began to reconcile. Because in place of a new attraction, they convinced their father to rebuild the Wonder Stage. Bigger, better and safer to use, and in honor of the man who created the park in the first place. It was still being rebuilt when they showed Emu, but it was made with the promise of being hers, if she wanted it. And that was the first time in months that she smiled at them with joy.

She didn't accept it, not yet, not when she still felt hurt. But maybe one day. Just maybe one day.

Untitled song: CONNECT with the World!

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Nightcord @ 25:00 - The Night • Watchers, leader Shinei, other members: Harumichi, Mrs. Asahina and Kounosuke Otori.

AKA, Shitty Parents™.

They all got together to discuss their children, how they had certain expectations for them or wanted to care for them but were met with malice and rebellion.

They think they're in the right.

Shinei and Harumichi don't get along that much though. Harumichi blames Akito for Touya's rebellious attitude, while Shinei blames Touya for influencing his son to continue street music when he could have focused on something else. His son would get nowhere in music, but he kept pushing forward because of Harumichi's son.

Konouseke barely talks to any of them, because he's too focused on his park.

Mrs. Asahina decide she want to help the two men that are fighting, seeing how her daughter is so well behaved.

Eventually they all begin calling each other to talk about what their kids did. They complained, spoke of the past, etc.

At one point, Mrs. Asahina had to ask what Shinei and Harumichi did when their kids ran away.

Kounosuke also asks when Emu runs away.

Shinei just waited until Akito and/or Ena came back and they just fought again.

Harumichi used to go to the Tenma residence to bring Touya back home, because that's where he always went, but stopped when the eldest Tenma child chased him out with a frying pan and with a threat of calling the police on him (and surprise surprise, the neighbors heard and one was an elderly woman who threatened him with her rolling pin, because how dare he bother the Tenmas? Especially since Tsukasa was chasing him out of his home, Harumichi must be bad news if such a polite young man like Tsukasa doesn't want him arround, go back home Tsukasa, we know you've been helping a friend out, you don't need more stress. See? That's a polite gentleman, not like you, someone who enters someone's home and has to be chased out >:/). Now he waits for Touya to come home whenever he runs off. Surprisingly he's been returning with glitter stickers on his face (Emu's doing btw, Saki usually does his nails) but he's been staying away longer and longer every time he runs away.

Essentially, they weren't of any help.

Mrs. Asahina are worried because Mafuyu is usually so well behaved. She didn't even know she had friends that close to her nor did she know where any of them lived. She didn't know what happened to her perfect, well behaved, daughter.

Kounosuke is moreso annoyed than worried, because, much like his sons, he believes Emu is being childish and just doesn't understand that's he's doing what's best for the park (he's also annoyed at his eldest three and Sakurako because they began to talk him out of things when they should just trust he has the best intention at heart).

Their Sekai is the Manor Sekai. A large mansion in a place that's almost always night time. It's very quiet, much like the Theater Sekai. But unlike the Theater Sekai, which slowly begins to go back to it's glory after Phoenix Reincarnation decided to change how they approached changes to the park and how to save it, it's always eerily quiet and dusty. It's not even like the Empty Sekai, which while empty, has this peace to it.

Their VS are Miku and KAITO.

Miku is dressed in a nightgown. Her hair is loose and she is always hiding from the adults. She's quiet and prefers being alone. The only person she talks to is KAITO (and the other VS when they finally show up).

KAITO is the butler of the manor. He's dressed in a crisp suit with a black tie and a towel in hand. He's very polite and always has this strained smile on his face when any of the four adults visit. He's Miku's caretaker and he didn't like the stress the four brought to her, so he oftened kicked them out and told them to explore the gardens and to leave his charge alone.

Miku: *hiding behind KAITO* KAITO, they scare me :(

KAITO: *to the Shitty Parents™* Get the fuck out you're scaring my kid :)

This is probably the one Unit that doesn't change their ways or rekindle a relationship. They're very much stuck in their ways and refuse to see they're in the wrong. The only one who does slightly is Kounosuke and he's barely changing. He's really only doing it so PXL doesn't close down for good, not because he wants to.

Untitled Song: A Lie and a Stuffed Animal

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loetise · 1 year

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layer 001 : the outside.

name: allie fleur.

eye colour: cornflower blue.

hair style & colour: her hair is a mousy blonde with caramel tones. for style, her hair is long, down to her mid-back in length. loosely wavy, i think? the way she styles it is with loose curls towards the bottom of her hair, anyway, though naturally it’s not completely straight. it’s thin and lightweight, and she takes care of it so it’s bouncy, shiny, and soft. she also has long, light curtain bangs that are forever falling in her eyes. she really likes styling it in a ton of cute hairstyles, often featuring ribbons. for more ideas, see here.

height: 4′11″

clothing style: very feminine, maybe even flirty? she leans towards skirts as opposed to pants, but she’s not opposed to jean shorts, and loves her overalls- most of the time featuring little embroideries -more than anything. her style is not at all modest and often sheer, showing a lot of skin very frequently, whether it’s cleavage or a short skirt. oftentimes a part of her outfit is flowy, and the majority of the time it’s the skirt/bottom portion because she likes to twirl. white cotton dresses and flowery sundresses are staples in her wardrobe, as well as flower patterned anything, really. a lot of her attire has lace of some sort and little ties or ribbons. she wears a lot of things that could fit into the cottagecore/fairycore aesthetic, just spicier pretty much. her color palette features pastels of all of the colors of the rainbow, but never black or red or really any dark colors. she typically wears crop tops, skirts, dresses, jean shorts, overalls, and cute weird grandma sweaters. for more ideas, see here.

best physical feature: she believes it's her body, and often equates her worth to it.

layer 002 : the inside.

fears: thunderstorms (semi-resolved, if she has a bad day she might need to be held during one, but most days she finds them exhilarating), bodies of water, drowning, disappointing her loved ones, being boring, being cruel and hurting someone, being abandoned, firearms.

guilty pleasure: i don't think she really has one? maybe just like. drugs idk.

biggest pet peeve: cruelty.

ambitions for the future: literally none! she wants to live and be happy and have fun but she is not ambitious in anyway, and really has no goals.

layer 003 : thoughts.

first thoughts waking up: disney princess type shit, la la what a wonderful day <3 the birds are chirping and i love everyone in the whole world <3 she is very much a morning person.

what they think about most: probably her loved ones, worrying about them or just thinking good thoughts abt them. or the natural world who she often considers to be a loved one itself.

what they think about before bed: she tries her best to think about good things, because her mother used to tell her that it kept away nightmares, and she's really afraid to have nightmares because of how horrible and intense they are. so much so that allie will fight sleeping for several days in order to keep them away. she'll think about her loved ones, what happened that day, where she would go if she turned into a worm, almost all at once.

what they think their best quality is: her appearance.

layer 004 : what's better?

single or group dates: i honestly don't think she has a preference, she is very like 'the more the merrier' though in general, but she can appreciate having one on one time with someone special. she just doesn't prefer one way to the other.

to be loved or respected: loved.

beauty or brains: heart :((((((

dogs or cats: she can't pick, she really adores all animals.

layer 005 : do they …?

lie: she really can't lie, straight out, because she's fae, and, anyway, allie is a very honest person and doesn't like even deceiving people. the only time she crosses the line is if she's hurt and doesn't want anyone to worry about her. or, if she needs to lie for a friend, she can find a way around her fae blood.

believe in themselves: no.

believe in love: absolutely! and she always will.

want someone: yes, always.

layer 006 : have they ever …?

been on stage: maybe once or twice?? not anything significant, karaoke with her friends or something like that.

changed who they were to fit in: allie is eccentric, and likes feeling free to do what she wants. in many ways, she is outside of the norm, and doesn't want to change. however, she is a people pleaser through and through, and would do anything to make other people happy, especially people she considers to be her friends. which is almost everyone.

layer 007 : favorites.

favourite colour: she loves all colors, except for red, black, or anything dark, really.

favourite animal: she cannot pick!

favourite book: her mom had her write in journals as a kid to help her remember lessons and things she'd taught her, when she was around, anyway. these books mostly contain things about nature, and allie remembers it all easily, but she still likes to reread these because it reminds her of her mom. she doesn't read much otherwise.

favourite game: candy land or twister if a board game, or one of the newer card games that help you get to know people. she's not a video game player, but she would adore cute farming games like stardew valley and animal crossing if she was introduced.

layer 008 : age.

day their next birthday will be: march 20th, 2024

how old will they be: 23

layer 009 : finish the sentence.

i love: the whole world!

i feel: happy :)

i hide: pain, loneliness.

i miss: my mom.

i wish: everyone could be friends and be happy.

tagged by; @northliights ♡♡ tagging; you, steal this and say i tagged you!

#𖥸 ₊ * “ headcannons ” … all spring i brushed the confessions out of my hair.#𖥸 ₊ * “ about ” … i take on the colors of the flowers‚ the bloom‚ the delicacy. it becomes me.

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magicshopaholic · 2 years

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Piggybacking off the recent ask, I’ve got two OC questions. First would be how old are they based on where we are in the timeline, and maybe the same for their men (as long as it doesn’t interfere with keeping the future a secret of course…).

And secondly, could you describe their style? I remember Dilara of course but just wanted to visualise them a bit more.

Hope you’re doing well!! Happy to hear the move went well

Hm, okay, so I think I can give you the ages (international, not Korean) as of their latest fics:

Kaya was born in '93, so as of Seoul, she and Namjoon would be 26 and 25 respectively. Nari and Jin are the same age, ie. born in '92, and as of On Call are both 28. Miso is '91 born; as of Family Matters, she and Yoongi are 28/29 and 27 respectively. Chaeyoung is four years younger than her brother and Hoseok ('98 born), so as of the end of Double Take, they would be 21 and 25 respectively. Sooah and Jimin were in the same class and are therefore the same age, so '95 born. As of A Phone Call, they are both 24 going on 25. Dilara is '96 born, and as of Baby, It's Cold Outside, she and Taehyung are 23 and 24 (going on 24 and 25). Lia is three years older than Jungkook, ie. '94 born and as of Honey, they are both approximately 29/30 and 26/27 respectively (this is a little uncertain and depends on future events).

Now comes style; this is a fun one :D

Kaya - On a day to day basis, she would usually be casual in skinny jeans and a top/hoodie, depending on the weather. If she were going out, she might wear dresses sometimes but they would be short and relatively A-line and form fitting, or she would wear a tank top and jeans with a casual blazer. If she's taking a class or a presentation, she would be in formals, typically a formal black skirt and a top.

Nari - Largely a jeans and t-shirt kind of person, although majority of the time she's in hospital scrubs. At home she's usually in sweats or an oversized t-shirt, but if she has to go out, she makes a huge effort to dress up because she would love to be able to look good once in a while.

Miso - Usually dark and muted colours. Her top preference would be mom jeans with some kind of plain top. Being slender in general, she would be able to carry off dresses without too much of a hassle and wouldn't look overdressed. She would wear short skirts with stockings underneath. Wouldn't be a huge fan of make-up but would make the bare minimum effort for a formal event and maybe pin her hair back.

Chaeyoung - Loves to dress up and would take a lot of pride in her clothing, especially given her job. She would like colour and absolutely love accessorizing, constantly in cute jewellery or with a new bag or a hat. She would be bold with trying things out as well, knowing it will be appreciated in her line of work. Kind of like Emily in Paris but less over-the-top.

Sooah - Her style is would be cute but edgy, with a very 70s and 80s vibe. She would love to show off some midriff in crop tops, wear high waisted light blue jeans, add scarves in her hair and wear thin chokers. She would also wear denim overalls, whether in the form of pants or a skirt, and if she were going out, wouldn't hesitate to throw in a bit of leather or fishnet once in a while.

Dilara - While she would spend a lot of time in comfortable jeans/joggers because she's either travelling or working out, she would want to deliberately move away from those while off schedule. She would wear her fair share of dresses and skirts, but her style would sometimes be borderline androgynous, in that she would wear a lot of casual pant suits or oversized jeans. She would love to accentuate her femininity, especially surrounded by men on the paddock, by pairing it with heels, keeping her hair long and flowing, and styling it with bangs. It would be very Dominique Beyrand or Francoise Hardy.

Lia - Her style would be much more modern and as a corporate professional, would dress similarly to Kaya, usually in clean denims and casual blazers, sometimes with ankle boots or heels. On a casual basis, she would wear shorts a lot which would accentuate her toned legs but would otherwise be in jeans or leggings with oversized t-shirts or hoodie.

Read more about the OCs here

#this was soooo much fun #i could do this all day #notes🍷#ocs of the idolverse #quarter-life-crisis2

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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Shit Party | March Madness

Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader

A/n: I never see Billy Loomis x reader, its always poly. Which I have no problem with but options is always nice. This is big girl friendly. Feedback is also greatly appreciated.

Warning(s): Flirting, Controlling, Choking

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“I think it’ll be fun.” Casey says to you over the phone. Sighing you look over your nails. “I don’t know…” You look over to your closet, thinking of a potential outfit. “Oh come on! Don’t be such a square.” She pressures you. “I’ll have to ask if Billy is going.” You exclaim. “You act like he owns you. In his mind, he probably does.” She projects, attitude in her tone. “He just looks out for me. Plus people have been disappearing at parties lately.” You eye the newspaper on your nightstand. “That’s obviously speculation! Small town, y/n. They don’t want us to go to any parties. Duh!” You sit and think about what she just said. “Mhm. Where’s the party? Maybe I’ll come.” She shrieks, telling you the location. “See you there!” She happily says. “I never said I-“ The dial tone rings in your ear and you set the phone on the hook. “I never said I’d come.” You get off your bed and go to the closet. Looking through your racks of clothes, you sway your hips a little. The excitement of going to a house party getting you a bit jumpy.

Picking out a short jean skirt, brown printed crop top, fluffy jacket, a purse to match it and calf high converses. Resting the garments on your bed, you look in the mirror and try to figure out what you should do with your hair. You had it in braids but you wanted to style it. A low knocking breaks your train of thought. Looking to your window, you pull your curtain and hold up a finger to him. Searching your nightstand, you pull out a key. Going back to your window, you unlock the pad lock that kept him out. Putting the lock to the side and opening the window. Letting himself in, he sits on your bed. Closing the window, you leave it unlocked. “I was just about to call you.” You walk by him to get your outfit, he grabs your wrist. “Where are you going?” He eyes you. “The house party by the park.” His grip loosens at your answer. “I don’t know yet. I might, if you go.” You glance over your shoulder then enter the closet to try the outfit. “Don’t waste your time.”

“Come on Billy. I haven’t been to a party in forever. I don’t know too many people.” He huffs to your muffled words. “You know that people are dead, right? You like news and shit, don’t you.” Putting on your shoe, you walk out the small space. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Casey said it was all speculation.” You shrug. “You really believe that bimbo.” He asks a rhetorical question. “No! Well…” You look to the side. “What are you wearing.” Your brows knot and you look to your outfit. “What? You don’t like it?” He stands up. “You look a mess. What’s with the shoes. You look stupid.” He laughs. Crossing your arms over your chest, you take offense. “I think I look good. The shoes are in. Come on!” You walk over to your mirror and pose a bit, trying to see whats wrong with the outfit. “I don’t care if they’re in, or whatever. Change.” He pushes you into the closet. “Its a house party not the zoo.” You turn around to face him. “No need to be rude.” You point at his chest and look for a simpler outfit. Kicking him out, you change and decide to keep your hair as is.

Walking out in washed out blue jeans, dark blue crop top, a oversized brown suede sweater and brown shoes to match. “This is as simple as it gets.” Looking you up and down, he shrugs. “Lets go.” You smile, spraying some perfume and locking the window. He side eyes you. “You trying to trap me?” He leans over you and you playfully push him off. “No, back door.” You put the key away and turn off the light before leaving with him. “Home alone, no wonder you wanna leave.” He follows behind you and watches as you lock the back door. “That’s why I have the lock. My mom knows you love to come through there.” You both climb the fence. “Over statement.” He makes it down but you struggle. Groaning, he grabs your hips and lifts you down. “I don’t think so, Mr. Loomis.” You walk with him, down the street. “Stop calling me that.” You giggle at him, shaking your head.

The street lights lit the way to the party. With each step, the music got louder, signaling that you’re getting closer. “Maybe we should go back.” The nerves set in as you nervously laugh. “I didn’t walk here for you to pussy out.” He says side eyeing you. “come on billy don’t do me like that. you know how I get.” You stop and pull him aside, being a few houses away but seeing people going to the party. “Exactly why I’m doing it.” You roughly let him go and pout. “give me a break.” You look up to him and he just stares. “please?” You clasp your hands together in an attempt to persuade him but nothing seems to be working. “Stop that and come on.” He leans down, speaking into your ear and pulling you towards the party. Entering the party you were swallowed by the crowd of people, immediately losing Billy. Now you really wanted to go home. “Y/n!” A feminine voice yells over the music. “Casey?” You squint in the dark lighting and walk over to her.

“I’m glad you came. Finally!” She hugs you and you give her two friendly pats on the back. “Yeah…” She looks around for a quick second. “Alone I see.” She smirks and hooks her arm with yours, walking from the crowd. “Great time for me to introduce you to Derek.” You instantly shake your head. “Straight no.” She stops and turns to you. “What?! He’s so…you. You know?” You cross your arms over your chest. “No. I don’t know and I don’t wanna know. You swear you’re cupid.” She rolls her eyes. “At least give it a try! And I think I do a pretty good job.” She smiles awkwardly. “I’d rather lick a cheese grater. When you get into a steady relationship then you can play matchmaker all you want but now, its a no from me.” She sighs. “Too bad…he’s already coming over here.” She backs away. “Casey!” You raise your voice and stand very still. ‘If I stand very still he’ll probably ignore me.’ You thought to yourself. The plan backfired as he taps on your shoulder.

Slowly turning around, you just stand there. “Y/n Hi.” He leans in a little too close for comfort. “Bye.” You do a 180 degree turn and disappear into the crowd. At this point you desperately wanted to go home. Your mood is officially killed, your social battery is drained and you honestly feel uncomfortable here. “what are you doing.” He whispers against your neck, making you jump. “Holy-…you scared me.” You turn around to see Billy. He simply smirks and his tugs you to the backyard. It was quite reserved, sitting on a lounge chair he waits for you to sit as well. “I don’t think I’ll fit.” You say, your hands awkwardly flopping at the sides of your body. “There’s space for the two of us.” He manspreads in the seat. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” You huff. “Maybe.” You roll your eyes. “Fine but if I feel something, I’m getting up. You hear me, Billy?” He nods. “Yeah, whatever.” You sit on his lap, trying not to be directly on his groin.

“So…where’s Stu?” He groans and throws his head back. “Really?” He whines and you laugh a little. “Oh stop being a big baby. He’s funny.” You shift in his lap, turning to the side a little to push him playfully in the chest. “Could you close your legs, I’m sinking.” You hold onto the arm rest, trying to keep yourself up. “That didn’t sound like a question.” He eyes you. “cuz’ its not.” He closes his legs and tilts his head towards you. “Y/n L/n, did you just order me to do something.” He traps you in eye contact. “Really? My whole government.” You look at him straight faced. He shakes his head still keeping eye contact. “You still did it, didn’t you?” He licks his lips, causing you to look away from his eyes and blink. “You got me there.” He puts his hands on your waist, shifting you closer towards him and puts your hand on the back of his head. Slithering your hand more into his hair, you softly massage it. “Getting comfortable I see.” You look at him, relaxing with his eyes closed. “Yup, though it would be better if you were in a skirt.” He moves his hand to your thigh.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” You say and lean into his ear. “you didn’t like my first outfit, guess whose fault that is.” You sit up and look to the house. “No regrets.” You look back to him, tugging at his hair and taking your hand out. That action making him jump out of his relaxing state. Staring at you with a mischievous look. A sharp grip on the back of your neck, squeezing at the sides of your throat. You chuckle as he pulls you closer but the laughter soon dies in the back of your windpipe. “is this a way of you trying to ‘woo’ me?” You breathlessly ask. “probably.” His grips loosens and you take a small gasp of air. “so classic. what’s next you take me to a backseat?” You sarcastically say. “Something like that.” He smiles. Placing your hand over his that laid on your thigh, you patted it. “Great, because I’m starting to feel something.” You get up, turning around to look at him. Bending over, you lean on the arm rests, your face right in front of his. “You tipsy?” You ask. “No.” He responds and you move a hair from his eye. “Good.” You shift closer and press your lips on his.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Kiri’s lil sis (or step sis?) thirsting after her big brother’s cool best friend Bakugo, always trying to join them going anywhere and sit next to bakugo/on his lap with kiri being so oblivious to your advances until one day you practically throw yourself at bakugo to hang out just one and one.. You get all dolled up only to find out jealous kiri finds out about your little date and has to show you how he’s manly enough for whatever you need, that your his

oh my god

Kiri is fine to hang out with Bakugou, fine with calling him his friend, but seeing you tripping over yourself to try and gain Bakugou's approval? It makes his blood boil.

Especially since Kiri has heard Katsuki talk about girls when it's just the boys hanging out, how bakugou likes playing with 'em and what kind of rough, degrading shit he subjects them to. Kirishima is almost taken aback, but hey, to each their own.

Imagining Bakugou doing all that to his sweet little sister sickens him.

To find out that you went behind your older brother's back, batted your eyelashes and pushed your chest out while asking Katsuki if he would take you to get coffee, or food, or what-fucking-ever makes Kirishima grit his teeth and clench his fists.

Especially since he comes downstairs to see you primping in the mirror, with the shortest skirt you own barely covering your ass, nipples poking through the tiny, thin little crop top you're wearing.

"Where ya going?" He can't help but ask, eyes raking over you, a 'lil confused. He likes the view, but you shouldn't be dressed like that, it's inappropriate.

"I'm gonna go hang out with Katsuki." You're barely paying your brother any attention, making sure your makeup looks good enough, leaning forward to dab at your lipstick. Kirishima can't help but stare as your skirt rides up more, showing off a little glimpse of pale pink panties.

"No you aren't, not dressed like that." He decides quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks. He's not some doddling virgin, panties really aren't that revolutionary of a sight to him, but to see your panties, well-

"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.

He's having none of it.

Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.

"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."

Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."

Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.

"You're not going."

"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."

Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."

"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."

Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.

"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.

"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."

"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?

"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.

"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.

Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."

Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.

"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."

It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.

Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.

"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.

It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.

When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.

"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."

He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.

"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.

Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.

He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.

That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.

Kirishima's the only one that gets to touch you

Ever.

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maybankxw · 3 years

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Are you taking requests? if you are could you do a smut for rafe? y/n is about of the pogue crew and she has always known through her friends that rafe is bad news but she can’t help herself. the gang goes to a party where rafe is at and she sneaks of you him and she tells him he’s bad news and then they have a hard core make out and sex sesh.

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ alcohol; thigh riding; getting interrupted; ] minors dni!!!

summary: finally getting there after lusting for each other

word count: 2.6k

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part 2

“You can make out with whoever you want,” Kie yelled form the bathroom, braiding her hair, “Except for my brother,” a warning tone in Sarah’s voice made me bite my lip to hide a smile at the tiny reminder of Rafe.

“Are you being serious right now?” I was busy pawing through my closet, looking for a perfect outfit for tonight’s party, not locking eyes with anyone — meaning not throwing my question directly in Sarah’s face.

“He’s no good for you,” she assured, “Don’t come crying to us after.” She sounded dead serious and my shoulders shook with a laugh, “You know I wouldn’t, nobody breaks my heart, especially your brother,” I lifted my brows and a smirk stretched on my lips, “When are the boys coming anyways?” “We’re already here,” JJ’s low voice startled me and he snickered watching me jerk in surprise, “Relax, cupcake, it’s just me.”

“Are you guys ready?” John B jumped over the headrest and dropped down the sofa, bouncing as it hit him back, “You look pretty,” he murmured, barely audible, locking eyes with Sarah as they grinned like fools at each other.

“I need to change,” I said hastily, picking black crop top and tight black skirt from the hanger. JJ’s eyes followed me as I disappeared behind the wooden door.

We joked around, sometimes we flirted, just for fun, no damage. We were great friends and I knew I could always count on him.

The real man, who’s attention I wanted on me and me only — Rafe Cameron aka Sarah”s sibling aka the worst guy to ever exist.

Whenever me and my friends stayed at Cameron’s, Rafe always found his way to sneak around us, steal glances from me, make inappropriate jokes and dirty whispers in my ear, at parties he cornered me, loomed over me, kissed; my lips, my neck, my chest, and my head spun with uneasiness and desire every time his lips landed on my body. Only the two of us knew about this. We never had sex though, we never even got to the point where we were left alone for more than five minutes. I’ve seen him shirtless, he’d seen me in my swimsuit, but never naked.

—

“The house is damn huge,” JJ looked the building up and down, holding his cap on its place as it slid down his head, not letting it fall on the ground, poking Pope into the side, “Let’s go get waisted, man!” Their laughter echoed as they sprinted to the door. Me, Kie, Sarah and her boyfriend watched in disbelief, “This—” I pointed in their direction, “Is why they never get laid.” Everyone burst out laughing, “Let’s go,” John B nudged Sarah and me, “Someone has to look after the idiots.” Muffled music and air thick with smoke, sweat and beer hit our senses as we shoed closer to the doorway.

“This is gonna be fun,” Kie grinned, her face lit up with excitement as she stepped over the threshold.

By the time I refilled my cup for the fourth time, my body swayed a little too much, head dizzy, I made my way to the centre of the room, black skirt rode up my hips as I flaunted my ass, letting drunken idiots to grind on me.

Eyes closed, beer splashing around, my arms up in the air and my breaths hitched from hot air and constant movement. I was lost in the moment, enjoying the hell out of myself, but something made my eyes snap open and my head turn to the side, damn right, there he was.

Black button down tucked into dark jeans, leather belt glistening in the bright light of the party, the same plastic cup as I held was trapped in his huge palm, crumpling at the edges as his gaze bore into mine. The look of disapproval on his face made me shiver and I pushed the clinging guy away, sobering up in seconds.

“Upstairs,” he mouthed, taking another swig of his beer, heading towards the staircase, I didn’t have any chance to think or respond. After a moment of hesitation, I pushed myself through the crowd and followed, anticipation and terror tearing my every nerve.

Two stairs at a time and in a mere second I was in the dark long hallway, no glimpse of Rafe whatsoever. This was until a strong arm curled around my wrist and I was dragged into one of the rooms on the right side.

The familiar musky scent hit me and heat crawled up my cheeks, a single bedside lamp casted a dim glow over us. I turned over to make sure the guy behind me was the one I expected to see. To my relief, Rafe Cameron stood a few inches away from me, his toned chest raising up and down, calm and steady, his shirt almost half unbuttoned, revealing the skin, so tempting, I wanted to kiss it all over.

A wave of bravery shot through me and I pushed him into the wall, slamming my mouth against his, eager to taste him on my tongue. His hands, half lifted froze in the air, he definitely didn’t expect this to happen, but as I tried to deepen the kiss, his fist tangled in my hair, a heavy palm closed on my neck and he pushed me away, “Desperate?” he smirked, caressing my throat, my pulse throbbing faster under his touch.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I jerked, shaking my head, trying to break free and run away, my mind clearing up a little, “Fuck, let go.”

“No.”

“Rafe—“

His thumb swept across my lower lip and a gasp escaped my mouth, my lips parted and he took advantage of it, pushing his finger into my mouth. My tongue swirled over and over, sucking slowly as I moaned, looking him in the eye.

“I’ve fantasised about this so many times,” his voice was a low dark whisper, beckoning me to drown in him, “Your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, while I punish you for all the sarcastic responds you’d ever thrown at me.”

His eyes darkened, his thumb pressed my tongue and I bit him slightly, earning a throaty groan in response, “Hot,” his free hand grabbed my hip, pulling me close enough, his shaft, hard and huge, brushed my stomach and a whimper escaped my mouth, the torment getting unbearable.

His hand clasped around my wrist and he led me to the king-size bed. He sat down and pulled me towards him, making me straddle his lap, my knees on each side of him as I made myself comfortable.

“This is really, really bad,” I whispered into his mouth, sucking on his lower lip afterwards, “Yeah? How bad?” his smug smirk made me shudder and I bit his jaw in punishment, “You know we shouldn’t be seeing each other,” my fingers tangled in his dirty blond locks, “But you’re here, straddling me, impatient, thinking about my cock inside you,” he taunted and I gasped, grasping tighter on his hair, feeling my panties getting wetter with each dirty word coming out of his mouth, “Shut up,” I brushed my nose against his cheek, inhaling the dizzying scent of his body, so fucking captivating, “Make me.” My lips claimed his in a hot lustful kiss, his tongue fighting with mine, his teeth closing on my lips pleasurably painful, his sweaty palms gliding along my curves. He didn’t let me take charge for more than a few seconds, his kisses met my jaw, down to my throat, veering to my ear as he gently sucked the lobe in, “Get off on me,” he rasped, “I want you to come without doing anything.”

Fucking hell.

Obediently, I bucked my hips forward, grinding back and forth, the hem my skirt rode up to my waist, baring my thighs, my panties soaking wet as I rubbed my closed clit against the rough material of his jeans, every sensation intensifying as his mouth explored my neck. My arms clung to his shoulders as I kept on moving, feeling an orgasm approaching me, his soft grunts and twitching cock encouraging me to finish, “Rafe,” I said breathless, “I’m—“

“Rafe!?”

The fuck.

A knock on the door startled me, and I froze on the spot, staring at him, “Rafe, are you in there?” Sarah.

My body stiffened. Rafe’s rough palms grabbed my hips and he pushed me against him, rubbing himself against me, still sensitive I jerked, “I want you to come,” he whispered, digging the pads of his fingers deeper into my skin. “Rafe, open the door, I need to talk to you.”

“I’m busy.”

His voice sounded gravely, his body wound up, his eyes molten with desire to get me naked and fuck me senseless, “Rafe, please—“ I bit my tongue to prevent from screaming. “Fuck,” his thumb found my clit and he pressed it, through the sopping fabric, making me come undone. A growl tumbled up his throat as I bit his shoulder, shaking in release, scratching a path down his shirt, my face buried in the crook of his neck as we both panted harshly.

“Open the door!”

I closed my eyes, swallowing the uneasiness in my body, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of Sarah finding out, “Give me a second.” Rafe gave me a peck and propped me on the bed, getting to his feet, he turned the bedside lamp off and shoed to the door.

“What do you want?”

“What the hell are you doing here? Oh—“ She noticed me, well, my shade. It was so dark in the hall she couldn’t see my face. “Are you done?” irritation radiated off of him, his arm braced over the doorframe, blocking a proper view of his room.

“I just wanted to say, can you please not touch my friend, I know you don’t take girls seriously and I don’t want her to get her heart broken because of you. I saw you two glancing at each other the other day. You’re my brother and I’m more than sure you’re just playing around.”

“Goodbye Sarah.”

He slammed the door shut in front of her face and clicked the lock. He flicked the lights back on and tugged me up on my feet, “I want to see your face when I fuck you,” he pushed my tank top over my head, bearing my chest, licking his lips at the view — my tight nipples begging to be touched or sucked — any attention. “I know she killed the mood, but I know how to bring it back.”

His lips tasted mine once again as he dragged his tongue down my neck and to my tits, his mouth captured my right nipple and sucked hard, my hips bucked forward and I moaned, he repeated the same on the left side, chuckling, sending vibrations straight to my core.

Abruptly, he dropped down on his knees, dragging the skirt over my legs, allowing it to rest on the floor, thumbs hooking up into my panties as he tugged them up, the cloth cutting into my skin having me groaning, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my body.

A wicked smile appeared on his face, his gaze darkening with desire, “You want my mouth on you? My tongue? My fingers? Spreading you open, sucking and fucking the hell out of you?”

Another shudder ran through me and I pressed his head to my stomach, his soft hair tickling my skin, slight stubble pricking every inch of me his chin touched. Oh how bad I wanted to feel this stubble brush the inner sides of my thighs, “Everything.”

His kissed his way down while my trembling fingers raked through his hair, making a huge mess out of it, “Aren’t you scared of me breaking your heart?” “Worth it,” I mumbled under my nose, but loud enough for him to hear, my eyes closed as I struggled to stand straight. He drew a breath in and released me from the soaking cloth clinging to my hips.

The tip of his tongue dragged a path up to my clit allowing a moan to escape me, my eyes watering at the sensation, my hips moving forward, making him chuckle. Bastard.

“Rafe, it’s too mu—“ He kept on peppering kisses up and down my slit, sucking the silky flesh in and releasing it with a sloppy sound, which turned me on even more.

I came faster than expected, shuddering in his arms, with his mouth still latched to me, licking me through my high, muffling my screams with my palm, hoping the music outside the room was loud enough to cover up my whimpers.

“Get on the bed.”

I did, naked, sprawled on soft blankets, exposed to his view, while he stood fully dressed.

“Even better than I imagined.” It wasn’t much of a compliment, but the impact hit me more than anyone saying you’re beautiful. A clink of his belt interrupted the silence that stretched between us, then a faint thud of falling clothes and I felt him crawling up the bed and over me.

“I’m gonna fuck you, hard,” he warned, spreading my legs wider, propping himself on his knees, “You sure you want this?”

Fuck we both knew I did, I wouldn’t have even followed him if didn’t mean it, “I do, do you?” “Hell yeah, I do.” His arm stretched to the nightstand drawer, foil rustled, then ripped and he rolled on a condom. I was slick with arousal, getting even more impatient at the side of him stroking his dick, rigid, deep red, eager like me.

My body tensed, anticipation running through my every vessel as he brushed his tip against me, groaning, slowly, deliberately sliding inside, my wetness coating him completely, “Fucking hell.”

I clenched, a cry burst out of my mouth but Rafe was quick to swallow it as his lips met mine, while his cock stretched me out. He bent my knees, propping my legs over his shoulders, a different angle allowed him to go in deeper, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly. One of my arms sneaked around his neck, ruffling his hair as his mouth devoured my throat, marking me, sharp teeth nibbling my skin, making me tighten once again, “Six months,” he fumed, “You tortured me for six fucking months,” he thrusted harder and faster, his musky scent driving me out of my fucking mind, my head spinning, my free hand grasping the comforter.

“Look at me,” his fingers wrapped around my chin, guiding my head, my eyes fluttering open, “This,” his stare skimmed my whole body, “Is mine. From now on this tight little cunt of yours is mine, these tits are fucking mine.” He pinched my hard nipple, making me squeak and clench around him again. I couldn’t manage a word, only shaky breaths came out of my chest. “You are mine.”

My lips parted in a soundless gasp, when he palmed my breasts, “Do you understand?” I nod. “Say it.” He froze, staying still, half buried into me, his hand now wrapped around my throat.

“I’m yours, now make me fucking come.”

His gravely chuckle vibrated through my body, my cheeks flushed, nails scratching his back, my legs shaking uncontrollably as a wave of pleasure came crushing over me, the ripples so strong I bit Rafe’s shoulder to prevent from screaming. His cock twitched inside me once, twice, he was coming, burying his face into my neck, he grunted as his cum spurted out, filling in the condom, I suddenly wished he hadn’t used it at all.

“Perfect.” His drowsy quiet voice sounded muffled against my shoulder I couldn’t recognise the word, “What?” He propped himself up on his elbows, slipping out of me, his dick resting on my bare stomach, “I said perfect. This. You. I’m not letting you go. I’ll fuck you and fuck you, every damn night and day, anywhere and everywhere.”

I laughed, pushing a few fallen strands out of his forehead, my heels brushing his calves, “Bet,” I mouthed, staring into his eyes — shade darker, gleaming with lust and pride, “Bet.”

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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I can have one where Peter is a fuck boy and unknowingly slept with Y/N (stark) and they meet at the tower on a group meeting day. (and he in front of the avengers pretends to be innocent). Love you

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Park x Female Reader - Tony Stark's Daughter.

Words: 3,625 - longest I've ever written.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fuckboy Peter Parker, Angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this, I took three hours to write and edit this. I got a little carried away with it (I think) and I apologise for it being sooo long.

So far your senior year had been amazing, you were destined to finish top of your class which would make your dad happy and you had also been offered an internship with him, which some of your classmates thought was bullshit but hey, considering you didn’t want to go to some flashy expensive school, you were doing pretty good, even with your dad’s help.

That was until you went out to your first party with your best friend Macie, she thought it was about time you let loose and have fun. You didn’t want to go and had even told your mum and dad who only encouraged you to go out, so that plan backfired. So here you were, standing in Macie’s living room, red solo cup in your hand while dancing with your best friend, happy to have listened to her for once and let loose.

“How do you know this many people?”

Macie shakes her head “I don't know them, they’re Tyler’s friends from his school.” I nod in agreement, looking around the room for Tyler, Macie's boyfriend who is chatting with a guy I’ve never seen before. His brown slightly curly hair, puppy dog eyes and a smile that causes butterflies inside of my stomach. Macie grabs my shoulder, following my line of sight before laughing and shaking her head.

“Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker” I repeat his name, loving the way it sounds as it falls from my lips. “He’s fucking hot.”

Macie laughs at me before nodding. “Yeah he’s alright, he goes to school with Tyler. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I don’t know too much about him.”

“He’s into science and technology?” I almost feel bad for questioning the boy's intelligence, judging him solely on his handsome appearance.

“Yeah, Tyler, Peter and a guy called Ned won their last science fair two weeks ago.” Macie informs. “Let's go say hi.” Macie grabs my arm pulling me through the body’s of unknown teenagers before we come face to face with Peter and Tyler.

“Hey babe, we were just talking about you.” Tyler pulls Macie into his side, kissing the side of her head.

My eyes fall to Peter, both of us smiling at each other. I feel my skin fall hot slightly as his eyes wander over my body. I mentally thank myself for wearing my red leather shirt and lace crop top.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.” I smile before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning my attention to Macie, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Tyler and I want to play beer pong, want to join?”

“You’d have to be partners though.” Tyler quickly adds, before walking away with Macie to the table to set the game up, not even waiting for a response.

I look to my side slightly silently asking Peter if he’d like to join.

“I need words Y/n.” I take in a sharp breath at what Peter just said to me.

“Uh, would you, um like to be my partner for beer pong?” Peter licks his lips before smirking at me.

“Of course.” His hand falls to the middle of my back as he guides me to the table Tyler and Macie had just set up. Macie raises her eyebrow at me, causing me to blush and shake my head, knowing exactly what she is thinking.

“Okay so standard rules, but we haven’t decided what the winner gets yet.” Tyler states.

I watch Macie stand on her tippy toes whispering something into Tylers ear causing him to chuckle.

“Okay, the winner has to make out with their team member.”

I sigh at my best friend before nodding.

“Fine, okay.”

“Sound a little more excited.” Peter whispers, flicking his eyes from mine to my lips. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment as Macie flips a coin.

“Heads.” I call quickly, watching Macie reveal the coin, heads being the winner.

Tyler throws Peter the ball, catching it perfectly in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, seeing him smirk slightly. He surely didn’t hear me, did he?

I stand beside Peter as he lines up the first shot, landing the ball into the cup causing Tyler to groan.

“Lucky shot.” Macie mumbles before lining up to take her shot, missing the cup as I pout.

“Awh Mace.” Macie narrows her eyes at me before flipping me off.

I grab the ball, lining up the shot, before I can let go of the ball, Peter’s hand falls to my elbow, his other placed in the middle on my back.

“Lower, otherwise you’ll miss and we want to win.” His warm breath fans my neck causing my heartbeat to pick up. I let the ball slip through my fingertips, missing the cup I was originally planning on but landing the ball in the one behind.

“That’s unfair.” Macie complains before drinking from the cup.

The game continues with us losing our lead, until the last cup for both teams. I take a deep breath, knowing it's my go and praying that I won’t miss this shot.

“Breathe, lower your arm, line it up and sink it.” Peter whispers, his lips against my ear, his hands placed on my hips. I follow his instructions, taking a breath, lowering my arm and letting go of the ball. The room feels like it slows down as the ball bounces on the table, landing into the cup.

“Good girl.”

An uncontrollable whimper leaves my lips which causes his grip on my hips to tighten, feeling my arousal pool in my panties.

“Holy shit, you won!” Macie cheers, clapping her hands as Tyler follows suit.

I don’t get a chance to respond to Macie as my body is spun around, my chest bumping into Peter’s. One of his hands cupping my cheek, the other still on my hip, his lips locking onto mine. I feel my body relax against his lips, putting my arms around his neck deepening our kiss.

Peter smiles against my lips, everyone around us whooping and hollering at our interaction. We pull away from each other, before he leans back in, quickly pecking my lips.

*Optional but I listened to this song while writing this next part*

“I love this song, Y/n come dance.” Macie almost squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Peter’s embrace. “Was that as good as it looked?”

“God yes.”

Macie smiles at me before mouthing the words ‘she got that rich girl la vibe.’ gesturing to me as I flip my hair over my shoulder, laughing at my best friend. Macies hands fall to my hips, swaying to the beat with me, I place my arms around her neck singing the words with her.

Macie goes wide eyed slightly before letting go of my hips, I raise my eyebrow about to protest her actions before feeling a familiar grip. I tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder grinding my ass against his crotch, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Behave.”

I roll my eyes, spinning around in his embrace, without a second thought I lean forward, kissing up his neck before softly biting his earlobe.

“Make me.” I dont have a second to think before I’m being pulled behind Peter, a smug smile on my face. He drags me through the crowd, banging on the bathroom door before pulling me through the door with him.

His lips are instantly on mine, my back against the door, his fingertips running up and down my sides. I grab his wandering hand, placing it on my boob causing him to groan softly. I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock together. His lips fall to my neck, kissing and biting the skin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His compliment causes a shiver to run down my spine, my fingers running through his hair, pulling on his curly locks earning a moan from his lips. The warmth of his body leaves mine, grabbing my hips and picking me up, I softly squeal, shocked how easily he lifted me. Peter places me on the bathroom counter, tugging on top as I pull the flimsy lace fabric from my body, his lips instantly kissing my boobs, swiping his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck.” I hiss, watching Peter pull my nipple between his teeth. Peter kisses down my body, pulling my skirt up letting it sit around my waist.

“You’re dripping for me.” Peter presses against my clit through the fabric of my g-string. I slowly rock my hips up, attempting to get some friction.

“Needy little girl.”

I whimper at his words, feeling myself become wetter by the second. A gasp falls from my lips as Peter pulls my panties to the side, blowing on my glistening heat.

“Please.” I beg, causing Peter to chuckle. He trails feather light kisses up my thighs before licking a stripe from my core to my clit. On instinct my fingers tangle in his hair, my head falling back against the mirror, mouth agape as moans and gasps fall from my lips like water.

“Yes, fuck.”

Peter slides a finger inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around the contact. His lips cover my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves earning a hiss from me. Peter adds another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, my hand slaps across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. Peter looks up at me, using his free hand to pull my elbow.

“Let me hear you.”

I flutter my eyes closed, Peter’s lips on my thigh, sucking and biting the skin, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

“I’m close.”

The second the words escape me, I regret them. Peter pulls away from me, standing to undress himself. Without a second thought I fall to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Naughty girl.”

My hands fall to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans before hurriedly unzipping them. I palm his cock through his underwear, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. I tug at the fabric, having his help to pull it off. His dick springs free, my breath hitching at the size of him.

I take him in my hand, pumping up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. Peter bites his lip, his fingers brushing through my hair, his eyes focusing on my every move. I lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. The sounds Peter makes cause my pussy to ache, his fingers pull on my hair, helping to guide my mouth. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, an unholy sound falling from his lips at the contact.

Peter pulls my mouth off him, pulling me up by my arms, placing me on the counter again. I grab his cock, running it up and down my slit, causing Peter to chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” I simply answer him by positioning his cock at my entrance, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him into me.

I moan at the feeling of him inside of me, his eyes flutter closed at the contact, moaning at the sensation.

“You feel so good.” I smirk at him, watching his eyes flick to where our bodies meet, his thumb brushing against my clit.

I pull Peter closer to me, locking our lips together as he slides in and out of me, deeper with each thrust, causing my body to tingle, the speed of his thumb picking up before slowing right back down.

I pull away from our kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, running my tongue down his neck, sucking and biting the skin. Peter grips my ass at the contact of my lips, spanking me hard as I rack my nails down his back.

“Just like that Peter.” I whisper in his ear, softly biting his earlobe as he groans.

“Fucking so good.”

I feel the band inside of me tighten, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“Cum for me, come on baby.” My eyes roll back, shocks of electricity flowing through me, holding onto Peter tight. Peter moans against my shoulder, biting the skin before finding his own release.

Before he pulls out, Peter kisses me, holding my face in his hands.

“You’re incredible.” Blush heats up my cheeks as he pulls out of me, hissing at the loss of contact. Peter and I both get dressed quickly, walking back out to the party, moving through the crowd to find Macie and Tyler.

I lock eyes with Macie as her mouth falls open, quickly rushing over to me and pulling me away from Peter.

“You had sex.”

“Shh, don’t tell the whole party.”

Macie rolls her eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder before wincing.

“Have fun explaining that one to your dad.”

I go wide eyed slightly, turning to the hallway mirror and seeing three hickies on my neck.

“Fucking hell.”

Macie chuckles at my expense, pulling me with her to go back to Peter and Tyler. I frown my brows, Tyler now by himself.

“Uh, where did Peter go?” I question as Tyler shrugs. I quickly look around the living room, my eyes landing on Peter watching him slip out the front door without a word.

“Did he just leave?” Macie asks almost dumb founded.

“Guess so.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Y/n, just be lucky you didn’t sleep with Peter, he’s a bit of a fuckboy to be honest.” Tyler chuckles as I feel my body fall cold. Tyler looks between myself and Macie, choking on his drink slightly. “You fucked him.”

“I’m going to head home.” I mumble, Macie quickly pulling me into a hug, walking me to her front door, the same one Peter had just ducked out of.

“You can stay.”

“It’s fine Macie, I want to shower and sleep in my own bed.” Macie smiles weakly at me, pulling me into another embrace. “I’ll text you.”

Macie nods in response as I pull my phone out, calling Happy to pick me up.

The next morning I wake up feeling rough, hating that I mixed different alcohol’s and feeling off about having slept with a complete stranger, knowing how unlike me that is.

“Good morning Y/n, your dad would like to see you in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice bounces off my bedroom walls. I groan at the announcement, grabbing a scrunchie to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I quickly look over my outfit, sweatpants and a stark industries crop jumper, good enough. I grab a pair of socks before walking out onto the cold tiles.

“Friday summoned me.” I announce walking into the kitchen, seeing my dad and the avengers sitting around the table. “Oh awesome.” I whisper.

“And what time did you get home?”

“Eleven, maybe.”

I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting on the bench, facing everyone.

“How was the party? You’ll have to tell us everything.” Wanda smiles as I nod.

“Y/n Stark, what is that on your neck?” My dad bellows, standing up and tilting my head, looking at the hickies on my neck.

“Nothing.” I push my dad away as everyone at the table snickers.

“You did tell her to go out and party.” Steve states causing my dad to turn and point at the super soldier.

“Stay out of this Rogers.”

“She’s young Tony, let her enjoy her last few weeks of school.” Nat pipes up causing my dad to tut and sit back down.

‘Thank you.’ I mouth to Steve and Nat as they both smile and nod at me.

“So why do you look like you’re having a meeting?”

“We are welcoming a new member to the avengers.” My dad states, sipping his coffee.

“Right, so why did you want me here for that?”

“Because you haven’t met him yet and you’re both going to be interning for me in a few weeks, thought it might be good to be acquainted.” I nod in response to my dad, taking a sip of my water.

“They’re all waiting for you.” I hear Happy’s voice say as he walks into the room, all of the avengers stand and look behind me, I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling my heart beat pick up, my mouth falling dry.

“Peter.” His name falls from my lips in shock.

Peter’s eyes lock onto me as he swallows harshly.

“Peter, buddy, welcome.” My dad greets him like an old friend, his eyes moving from mine to my dads.

I feel a hand grip my forearm, a gasp pulling me out of my thoughts, I quickly pull out of the grip.

“Get out of my head Wanda.”

“He did this.” Wanda whispers gesturing to my neck, Nat and Steve both looking at me. I hold my finger to my lips, pleading with my eyes.

“How much did you see?” Nat whispers to Wanda. I don’t hear Wanda’s response as my dad calls me over to him. I quickly slip off the bench, Nat with a small smirk on her face. I sigh softly knowing they know.

“You called.”

“Peter Parker, this is my daughter Y/N Stark, she will be interning with you and is typically on our communications for missions.” My dad states as Peter puts out his hand for a headshake, I scoff before accepting his gesture.

“So what’s your ability?”

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t it great to finally put a face to the suit.” My mum says, standing next to Happy. Instantly, everything from last night makes sense, the smirk he had when I whispered, the soft touches, leaving the party abruptly. It all makes sense, he knew what he was doing. He could read me like a fucking book.

“Y/n is very fond of you, she studied your web abilities.” My dad states, causing me to run my hand down my face.

“Ah, well, maybe you should show me what you learnt and I could fill in any blanks.” Peter states, causing my dad to hum in approval.

“Why don’t you do that now while I get paperwork ready for you to sign.” My dad smiles. I feel a hand cup my shoulder, looking to the right and seeing Steve.

“Steve Rogers.”

Peter grabs his outstretched hand, wincing slightly at the grip Steve gives. I slightly elbow the super soldier, knowing Wanda told him what she saw.

“Maybe Banner should go with them, do you want a teenage boy to be left alone with your teenage daughter?” Steve asks, my dad sighs before chuckling.

“Clearly she was with a teenage boy last night, I’m sure Peter here is harmless compared to last night's company.”

I hear Nat and Wanda giggle before passing it off as something else.

“Go.” My dad instructs, I sigh, turning away from him and leading the way to the lab.

The walk to the lab is silent, only my dad’s voice bouncing off the walls asking the group why they’re being weird.

I walk over to my desk, grabbing the file on ‘Web Slinger’ and handing it to Peter.

“Take it.”

Peter’s hand brushes against mine before he grabs the file, sitting in the chair beside mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Oh yeah because you gave me time to tell you.”

Peter sighs, putting the file on my desk before pulling my chair closer to him.

“Could have told me beforehand.”

“It didn’t seem to matter, how was I supposed to know who you were?”

Peter stays quiet, his eyes looking everywhere but mine.

“Not like you stayed afterwards for us to actually have a conversation.”

“I had shit to do, people to save.” Peter states, now looking at me dead in the eyes.

“Fine, I get that but couldn’t you give me your number or some way of contacting you?”

Peter once again stays quiet.

“Did you tell them? Because Captain America seems to be protective.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I didn’t tell them. Wanda Maximoff read my mind, guess she told him.” Peter sighs before I continue, “Look, we can just forget it, okay? You’re a part of their team now and we’re just going to have to move on.”

Peter’s hand falls to my knee, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants.

“What if we don’t move on? What if we start something?”

“Peter, I don’t want you to feel you have to start something because I’m your boss's daughter, if you want to forget it ever happened we can.”

Peter tuts, moving his hand from my knee to my face.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I meant what I said last night, you’re incredible” My heartbeat picks up, butterflies erupting inside of me causing Peter to smirk. “I have an effect on you.”

“Cocky arent you.”

Peter smirks smugly, before brushing his lips against mine.

“If you don’t want to try this, stop me.” Peter hesitates for a few seconds before I close the gap between us, kissing him. Peter’s hands move under my thighs, picking me up from the chair and placing me on my desk.

“Peter Parker!” Peter jumps away from me at the shouting of my dad’s voice. “You two have some explaining to do.”

Peter scratches the back of his neck, looking at me as I shrug lightly.

“Maximoff told me, I should have listened to Rogers, but don't tell him I said that.” My dad walks over to us, grabbing the chair Peter once sat in. “I’m listening.”

Peter takes a deep breath before explaining it all to my dad, leaving out a few details as I but in to fill any holes.

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hwangsies · 4 years

Text

in the middle

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee felix

genre: bestfriend!au/ roommate!au, established relationship (hyunjin x reader)

warnings: some pining, felix is a confused bisexual, alcohol consumption, throwing up due to alcohol consumption, hangover, swearing, smut as in: slight voyerism & exhibitionism, unprotected piv, some mxm (just making out), virgin!felix (sorry i couldnt help it ksiohdbkk), softdom!hyunjin, switch!reader, sub!felix, shy!!!!lixie, oral (m&f), fingering, praise, minimal degradation, light spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms

4.7 k words

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Felix is positive he’s going to hell, he shouldn’t be looking at his roommate and best friend like that.

“loosen up a little, lixie” you almost yell for him to hear you over the loud bass ringing in both of your chests.

Speaking of chest, shit, he’s staring again. But its not his fault, your boobs were staring at him first.

In the tight black v neck crop top that you decided to wear to todays frat party, your décolletage simply looks ravishing, especially alongside the black leather mini skirt that rounds out your ass so perfectly and exposes your thighs deliciously.

He looks at you, smiling at your hair whipping around as you swing your head to the strong bass.

“you need to drink more, you’re no fun” you grin, tugging him off to the side into the kitchen of your boyfriends frat house.

Oh yea, your boyfriend, hyunjin.

He should hate him for being so lucky to have you as his girlfriend, but he simply can’t.

Not when Hwang Hyunjin is probably the best looking but also the sweetest guy on campus.

The only guy maybe rivalling him would be seo changbin from the year above him … anyways, nothing is wrong with him.

Quite the opposite, which is why felix became good friends with him even before he met you.

And now almost a year later of hyunjin and you being together and felix being the token best friend/ third wheel, he still doesn’t know who of the two of you he’s into more.

“there we go” you coo, lifting the shot glass to felix’s lips and watching as the bitter liquid passes his lips.

His face contorts in disgust even before he manages to swallow the liqour “that’s awful” he groans, at which you laugh and pour yourself one.

“you have to fold your tongue back and just-“ you end your sentence with quickly throwing your head back and downing your own shot.

Felix grins when a short lived shudder washes over your body at the aftertaste “right” he mocks, grinningly.

A playful punch is delivered to his shoulder before a familiar voice interrupts your banter.

“drinking without me? the audacity” hyunjin grins as he makes his way over to you.

“well, it’s not our fault you take so long to get ready” you stem your arm into your hip sassily “or should I say admire yourself in the mirror for so long” you quip, cocking one brow up; laughing and squealing when hyunjin picks you up slightly and blows a raspberry into the exposed skin of your neck as a response to your teasing.

“the black hair looks good” felix finds his voice after hyunjin had put you back down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

His plump lips stretch into a bashful smile, a little dimple appearing in his left cheek “really?” he runs a hand through the long dark locks for good measure, at which you softly hit his chest.

“stop fishing for compliments, jeez” you giggle, hyunjin huffs and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“don’t be jealous just because lix likes me better than you” he rests his chin on your shoulder and cheesily winks at felix.

He manages to let out a somewhat not-awkward laugh even though his heart starts racing and he hopes the light is dimmed enough for the both of you not to see his red cheeks.

“oh, please there is no way he likes you better than me” you roll your eyes playfully “right, lixie?” you bat your lashes at him, crossing your arms and conveniently pressing your chest together.

Felix’s eyes flicker to your breasts before he catches himself and laughs “you guys are annoying” before grabbing one of the shots you poured earlier and bringing it to his lips hastily.

In the corner of his eyes he can see hyunjin whispering something in your ear at which you giggle and nod before you turn around to kiss him.

“I’ll be outside real quick, have to ask minho hyung something about the plumping issue” hyunjin sighs when he and felix lock eyes before pressing a kiss to your head.

“watch her” he points at felix before leaving, for him to make sure you don’t drink too much since you have the tendency to do so.

“sure” felix lips quirk upwards shortly before he takes your shot glass and downs the fluid in there as well.

“hey, that was mine” you laugh incredulously but he ignores you, pouring himself another one.

“what has gotten into you?” you giggle and take the bottle from him to pour one for yourself.

“I thought we’re gonna party” he grins already feeling a bit drowsy.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, snickering “oh yea we are”

“oh,let it out” felix’s head hammers in pain as he feels your hand smooth down the expanse of his back before he rests his cheek on the frat houses toilet seat multiple hours later.

“quite a party hm?” he rasps, eyes closed. You huff “you could say that”.

“I’m sorry” he apologizes quietly.

“for what?” you brush some hair out of his face before standing up and dampening some toilet paper in cold water.

“for ruining your night” he sniffles a little.

“aw no, you didnt” you sit back down next to him, gently wiping his forehead with the cooling tissue “it’s almost over anyways, plus I barely knew anyone” you console him before the door opens.

“here you go” felix hears hyunjins voice and thinks he wants to die of embarrassment, first you have to baby him and now hyunjin sees him like that as well? shit.

“thanks babe” you mumble before leaning down into felix’s peripheral again, holding up his jacket; which hyunjin brought, felix assumes.

“lets get you home, yea?” felix nods at you question, not wanting to cause anymore trouble.

“you think you can walk?” hyunjin asks concernedly when he sees his friends pale face.

“yea yea” felix nods, slowly getting up, with which hyunjin helps him.

Once the three of you are outside the frat house, hyunjin wraps an arm around felix’s waist to help him walk straight.

Felix looks down to where hyunjins hand curls around his waist, holding him up; has he always been this strong?

“I’ll just sleep at your place okay?” hyunjin asks you.

“yea, okay” you nod, holding felixs arm as the three of you walk “you don’t have to though, we’ll be fine”

“eh, I’m not gonna let you two walk home alone, plus I haven’t seen your room since you redecorated” hyunjin winks at you.

“alright” you chuckle.

Felix wakes up in his own bed, in his clothes from last night; somewhat thankful that you decided not to undress him.

When he tries to sit up a sharp pain rushes through his skull, his hand lifting to his forehead as he groans.

“fuck” he swears to himself, as slowly as possible he gets out of bed to get rid of his jeans and put on some sweatpants.

Walking out of his room, he hears your giggles coming from behind your door, right across from his own.

He swallows the same dull feeling he always feels when he’s with the two of you and makes his way to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for his head.

After putting the empty water glass that he just chugged with an advill into the sink he drags his feet back to his room.

Halfway there, he cant help but overhear a soft moan coming from behind your door and stops in his tracks.

There, another one followed by a faint ‘fuck’ which sounded like it came from hyunjin.

Its so wrong, what he’s doing. Those are his bestfriends having sex and he’s standing outside their door like some creep listening to them getting it on.

He should be disgusted by himself, yet he feels his cock stir in his pants when what sounded like your bed creaking and you yelping out your boyfriends name halls through the door.

Before felix knows what he’s doing, he’s gently pushing open your door, just a slit.

And there you are, hyunjin is sitting on the bed with you on his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock fully hardens when he watches hyunjin help you lift yourself up and down on his length as he moans out for you.

You are facing the door but your eyes are scrunched closed and your head is thrown back in pleasure as your boyfriend sucks at your neck, your arms wrapped around his, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Felix doesn’t even know where he should look; should he look at the barely there view he has on your tits or the way your ass and hips jiggle every time they come down onto hyunjins thighs. Should he look at the way hyunjins arms bulge with every lift of your body or the way his shoulders and back muscles ripple.

His gaze returns to your face and his heart drops because you are looking him dead in the eyes, he stumbles back and roughly bangs the door shut with him in shock.

“fuck-fuck” he chants to himself, almost scrambling into your shared bathroom and locking the door.

His heart races like it never has before as he paces through the bathroom gnawing on his thumb. Totally ignoring the way his cock throbs in need of attention.

Why didn’t you say anything? Did he only imagine you seeing him? Is he going crazy?

He turns on the shower before undressing himself, the only thing he knows right know, is not having an answer to any of his questions.

"good morning sunshine" hyunjin presses a kiss to your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the warm sensation you feel in your panties getting more intense thhe more concious you get.

"wha- mmh" you arch your neck and hyunjin giggles into your ear, kissing the corner of your mouth before you turn your head and capture his lips with yours.

His fingers keep rubbing you over your panties when you push the covers off of the both of you.

He kisses you feverishly, kneeling himself in between your legs and staring at the wet spot that formed on your panties, thumb still rubbing over your clit.

"please" you whine, wiggling your hips "dont tease"

Hyunjins eyes sparkle up at yours before he flashes a smile "i'd never" he leans down, dragging his tongue over your panties.

A little too loud of a moan tears from your throat as your hips buck up.

"shhh" hyunjin teases, pulling off your panties "you're gonna wake the entire building" you giggle when he smacks your butt.

"aw fuck- baby" your fingers instinctively tangle into his dark locks when his tongue starts dipping into your wetness.

His hands are wrapped around your thighs, holding them securely to the side of his head when he sucks on your clit, your back arching in response.

“taste so good, baby” he smacks his lips, hooded eyes peering up at you, when you hold yourself up to watch, he licks a bold stripe through your wetness.

“shit” your eyes roll back when you groan, dropping your head momentairily. “fuck me, right now” you hold his cheeks.

Hyunjin grins, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before sitting up and pulling down his boxers.

You lick your hand and fist his length, twisting your wrist a few times when he leans down to kiss you.

Replacing his hand with yours, he lines himself up with your entrance; groaning when he pushes inside.

“so wet baby” he punctuates each word with a kiss to your lips.

“so perfect, fuck!” you moan at his words, relishing in how he fills you up as you bare your neck for him to drag his lips along.

He rolls his hips into yours, kissing your lips at the same sensual pace.

“wanna-“ you gasp.

“what do you want baby” hyunjin breathes “tell me” he mumbles, cupping your cheek.

“wanna ride you” you crade his cheeks before connecting your lips.

“come here” the bed creaks under both of your weight when hyunjin positions you in his lap and you wrap your legs around his waist.

You cry out when sinking down onto his length again “hyunjin! shit” you claw onto his shoulders.

“I got you, love” he mouths underneath your ear, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“you’re so big” you gasp, tucking your face into his neck which entices a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

“you’re doing so good baby” he runs his hand down your back before gripping onto your hips when you start bouncing up and down to the best of your abilities.

You throw your head back when his cock drags along your magic spot inside of you, closing your eyes when he starts sucking another bruise into your skin as you roll your hips.

“fuck-y/n” hyunjin moans agsinst your skin when your walls tighten around him.

Your mouth agapes in pleasure and you lift your head up, opening your eyes to see felix stare at the two of you, doorhandle still in hand.

You feel your self clench even more around hyunjins lengths when you see how felix is drinking in hyunjins form.

He gulps and locks eyes with you, face visibly paling as he gets startled by your sudden eye contact, launching back and ramming the door closed.

“what the-“ hyunjin turns around, halting his movements.

“fuck” you hear from outside your room, hyunjin looks back at you.

“is that-“

“felix, yes, he was watching us” you feel blood creep into your cheeks at which hyunjin grins.

“Is that why you just got so tight around me?” he giggles when you feign being appalled by his accusation.

“mmhm, what? Little slut likes when felix watches how good I fuck you, yea?” hyunjin mocks and hoists you off of him and onto your hands and knees.

“mmh-“ you whine when he delivers a smack to your right butt cheek “maybe”

“did you mean what you said earlier?” hyunjin asks, running his fingers up and down your side as your head rests on his bare chest.

“what?” you peer up at him through your lashes.

“that you liked it when felix watched us” he recalls, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I never said I did” you trace your finger along his pecs, he huffs.

“but you also didn’t say that you didn’t” he counters, a moment of silence filling the room.

“would you think its weird if I did?” you scooch up a little to look at him better.

“no…” hyunjin hesitates but continues when you lock eyes “I like lix, trust him” he mumbles.

You nod “yea, me too” as you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear.

Felix has been sneaky and successful the past few days when it came to avoiding hyunjin and you.

Hyunjin hasn’t been over since what happened the morning after the party so he didn’t worry about him. You however are still his roommate and best friend, so avoiding you is a full time job which he doesn’t know how long he can hold up.

The door to your shared apartment opens and he steps inside, exhausted from a long day of classes.

When he slips out of his shoes, he hears the tv getting turned on.

“shit” he silently curses, that means you’re in the living room and are going to see him running past you to get to his room.

Still, he tries to be quiet and hopes your peripheral vision is as bad as his avoiding techniques.

Rushing past you, he barely makes it to the corridor that leads to both of your rooms when you say his name.

“felix” you never say his full name like that, he slowly turns around to see you sit on the couch in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he assumes to be hyunjins.

“yea” his voice cracks.

“come here” you pout a little, patting the couch next to yourself and signalling him to sit down.

Felix sighs heavily before obliging to your wish.

“listen I’m sorry-“ you start but he interrupts you almost immediately.

“woah wo- what?” he furrows his brows “I literally spied on you getting it on and you’re sorry?” he feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull at any moment.

“I’m sorry, y/n, and I know I have to apologize to hyunjin as well” felix says, looking down at his hands and silently hoping that you don’t think of him as a creep.

“I’m not mad at you lix” you speak gently, placing one hand over his “and hyunjin isn’t either”

“really?” felix asks doubtfully, to which you nod.

“I promise, we like you a lot lixie” you swipe some hair from his forehead and his breath hitches at the minimal skin contact, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“but- i-“ he stutters but before he can finish his sentence hyunjin walks through the door.

“hey” he beams when seeing you and felix, quickly taking off his jacket and shoes and joining the two of you.

“are you joining our marvel marathon?” hyunjin smiles and felix swears he’s blushing again.

“uh- no” he’s stammering, feeling like he’s going crazy.

“we were just talking about how we are not mad at him or anything” felix sees the look you give hyunjin, wanting him to talk.

“oh, yea. no lix seriously don’t avoid us anymore, its no big deal” hyunjin places his big hand on felix’s shoulder and gently rubs it down his arm.

“yes it is!” felix finally snaps, getting up and looking at both of your shocked faces. He knows that you don’t know this side of him, that you only know the sweet and caring side and not the ‘frustraded / so damn angry at himself’ side.

“wha-“ you try to speak but he interrupts you.

“do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to be around you in general?” he stares at the both of you, seeing how your brows furrow.

“all I can think about is how you guys are perfect and made for each other but also how I cant even choose whom I am more jealous of” he breathes heavily.

“am I more into you?” he gestures towards hyunjin before whipping his head to you “or you? I don’t know!”

“and now I saw you guys- damn” he interrupts himself by frustratedly running his fingers through his hair “fuck, I just made a complete fool of myself” he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.

You and hyunjin exchange gazes before hyunjin extents his arm towards him, at which felix sighs “I don’t want your pity, guys”

“no, lix come here” hyunjin wiggles his fingers, smiling when felix slides his smaller hand into his.

Felix feels his heartbeat intensify when hyunjin pulls him back onto the couch.

“we like you too, lixie” felixs head whips your way as soon as the words leave your lips “you’re always there for us, always have our backs” you run your hand over his chest as his eyes flicker down to watch your ministrations.

“the next time you want to watch, you can just ask to join instead” hyunjin grins and felix swallows harshly at the idea of being pressed in between the two of you.

“a-“ he starts but clears his throat because his voice cracks “are you serious?”

You nod eagerly “of course, why not? Could be fun” you grin at him.

“unless we read you completely wrong and just made you super uncomfortable, then just forget we ever had this conversation” hyunjin scratches at his forehead bashfully.

Felix’s thoughts run wild as he imagines the three of your bodies entangled in various positions, blinking to get the images out of your head.

“okay-um” you voice catapults him back into reality “sorry” you remove your hand from his chest and scooch away a little “I didn’t want to make this awkward” you shake your head apologetically.

“no!” felix blurts out all over sudden, making you flinch a little “sorry” he mumbles, placing his hand on your knee, hoping you don’t think he’s a nut job.

“its not! I- I would like that” he blushes as he plays with his fingers before he feels the couch next to him shift.

“how about” hyunjin speaks as he stands up “we postpone our movie marathon then” he grins as he holds out his hands for you and felix.

You giggle and get up before intertwining your fingers with your boyfriends, felix smiles hesitantly before sliding his hand into hyunjins free one and following the both of you to your bedroom.

“you wanna kiss me?” you ask felix, grinning when he nods rapidly.

Hyunjin sits down on your bed, watching as you lock lips with the younger boy and feeling his cock stiffen when he lets out a whine; probably because you did that thing with your tongue that hyunjin loves as well.

Felix’s face feels hot, he doesn’t know what is riling him up more, you kissing him or hyunjin watching him so intently.

“don’t forget about me, my darlings” hyunjin speaks softly, grinning when you lock eyes with him.

“undress for me” he orders, at which you let out an excited squeal and pull your oversized shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor.

“fuck” escapes out of felix’s mouth, at which hyunjin chuckles.

“you know, lix, they feel as great as they look” he locks eyes with felix, nodding at him to urge him on.

Felix tentatively raises his hands and gently cups your breasts, his breath hitching when your press your own over his and make him squeeze your boobs.

“fuck” felix repeats, making you giggle “your turn”

At this, felix becomes bright red. What the hell did he think? He couldn’t just have a threesome with his two biggest crushes ever when he had never had sex before.

“uh-i- I’ve never done this” he stammers.

“us neither, lixie” you smile understandingly.

“no-“ he sighs “i- I’ve never had sex before” ashamedly looking at the ground as hyunjin and you exchange somewhat shocked looks.

“I get if you don’t want to continue I mean, you didn’t ask for this-“ hyunjin interrupts him.

“if you want to continue we can, we have no problem with it, lix I promise” he assures his friend.

“yea-I uh-want you to be my first” felix mumbles.

“you’re so cute” you coo, cradling his cheeks and pressing some kisses to his freckly cheeks at which he squirms a little and giggles as well.

“back to the good stuff?” hyunjin tilts his head, felix nods before shakily exhaling.

“relax” you whisper, smiling when felix grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, he feels the blood rush to his cheeks when hyunjin mimics him and he has a full frontal view on his muscular torso.

His gaze averts back to you when you guide him to your bed.

“sit down” you nod to your headboard, where he scoots up to sit against, watching as hyunjin pulls you down for a kiss, moaning when you grab his bulge over his sweatpants.

“take off your pants” you moan to felix when hyunjin kisses along the side of your neck, felix nods and chokes out a ‘yeah’ before shuffling his pants off.

He strokes his cock as he watches hyunjin squeeze your chest and suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moan, rolling your head back before your eyes land on felix’s hard length.

Hyunjin plants a smack to your ass when you get off his lap to crawl in between felix’s legs, grinning at him before you connect your lips with his.

Running your hand down his torso before replacing his hand with yours, hyunjin slowly removes your own sweatpants.

You moan against felix’s lips when hyunjin dips his head and licks a stripe up your wetness.

“fuck” you moan, looking back at your boyfriend.

“gonna suck lixies cock, baby?” he grins, squeezing your right ass cheeks.

“yea” you nod, looking back at the boy in question, cheeks flushed as a nervous puff escapes his puffy lips.

“you want that?” you ask, looking up at him before pressing kisses to his abs.

“y-yes, please” he nods eagerly at which you hum satisfactory, twisting your wrist around his length.

“so polite” you tease him, licking a soft stripe along the underside of his cock at which he hisses ”I like it” you grin, slowly taking him into your mouth while hyunjin scissors two if his fingers inside of you, the thumb of his other hand rubbing circles into your clit.

Hyunjin watches how felix bares his neck and his eyes scrunch together in pleasure, he lifts his hand and lets it hove over your head.

“you can pull on her hair a little, she likes it” hyunjin encourages him, winking when he blushes with the realization hits that he’d been watching him.

But he does what hyunjin tells him and gently places his hands in your hair, pulling on it when you moan around his length.

“oh fuck” his head falls back against the headboard before he opens his eyes and his gaze falls on how hyunjins arms flexes with every drill of his fingers.

“m’gonna cum, fuck” you pull yourself off of felix as you yelp out in pleasure felix extending his arm to touch and squeeze your jiggling breasts.

Suddenly hyunjin stops and you let out a disappointed whine “make lixie cum and I’ll make you cum” hyunjin sneers, punctuating his sentence with another smack to your butt.

You whine but get back to work, bopping your head up and down and letting felix thrust up into your mouth occasionally.

Hyunjin continues to pump his fingers inside of you slowly, feeling how painfully hard his own cock is getting when felix moans about being close.

“cum for us lixie” he urges the younger boy on, pressing his thumb to your clit again so you would moan again.

And you do, the vibrations from your throat sending felix into bliss, hot ropes of cum filling your mouth.

You gasp for breath after swallowing his cum, groaning his disapproval when hyunjin removes his fingers from you yet again.

Felix’s chest heaves with the intensity of his high as he watches hyunjin cume up behind you and pull you up.

You arch your neck back to look at him “did you swallow?” he asks, gently holding onto your throat at which you nod with big eyes.

“show me” you obediently open your mouth and stick out our tongue for him before he kisses you.

“good girl” he mumbles.

Felix can already feel himself getting aroused again, wishing he getting praised by him as well.

As if he could read felix’s mind, hyunjin turns to him “you’re a good boy too lix” and before he can stop himself, a little whine slips past his lips at the praise.

Hyunjin grins “come here” at which felix scrambles and gets on his knees to be at eyelevel with the both of you before hyunjins hand finds his jaw and brings their lips together over your shoulder.

You bite your lip at the sight before taking the opportunity and marking the side of felix’s neck, said boy feels like he’s flying.

Hyunjins tongue intrudes into his mouth, your soft lips are all over his neck and before he knows it he’s hard again.

Your hands wander down his torso before quick fingers wrap around his length again.

“already ready to go again?” you softly giggle when the boys break their kiss, a faint string of saliva connecting them to each other.

Hyunjin grins “you wanna fuck her?” nodding at you “help me make her cum?”

“yes-yes, fuck” felix nods “please” he adds, remembering that you said you liked it when he was being polite.

Hyunjin sits in felix’s previous position and makes you sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.

“y-you’re on the pill, right?” felix asks you carefully, you just smile “yes, lixie I am”

“okay” he smiles back.

Hyunjins big hands spread your legs for felix, who experimentally brings up a finger to run it through your wet folds.

“once you’re in this pussy, I promise you wont want to leave” your boyfriend quips and you playfully slap his shoulder.

“fuck me, lixie” you turn your attention back to felix, making him nod and line up his length with your pulsating hole.

“oh my-“ his eyes close when he pushes inside for the first time.

“that’s it” hyunjins gaze is fixed on where your body connects with his friends, his hand squeezing one of your breast as he listens to the both of you moan.

Felix’s first few thrusts are shaky but soon he finds a rhythm, holding you by your waist as he bottoms out again and again.

“fuck-I wont last” he curses, his hips stuttering when hyunjin kisses his lips once more.

“faster, lixie” you interrupt their kiss with your plead, arching your neck and clawing onto hyunjins arm when he starts rubbing at your clit once more.

“fuck-please don’t stop” you cry out when you feel hyunjin sucking at your neck, felix is breathing heavily; trying to hold out but he feels himself fall once more as he spills his cum into you.

You cum a few seconds later, your walls clamping down on his length and making him groan in overstimulation as you tremble with the aftershocks.

“fuck” you pant, prying hyunjins hand away from your sensitive bud at which he chuckles and complies, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Felix and you are still catching your breaths when hyunjin breaks the silence.

“you better still have some energy left, ‘cause we are far from done”

a/n: imma edit tomorrow cause i havent had dinner yet and tumblr frozee and now im mad and hungry omg im haangryyhfichfpweh anyways hope u liked it i’ll add tags later cause like i said im maddfhnfhpiernhfp3rj

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F I N A L G I R L | T W O

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t t w o | h a l l o w e e n n i g h t

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pairing: billy loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), drinking, implied smut, genuine S M U T, rough oral, thigh-riding, unprotected sex, all that fun stuff.

Billy couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

Not that he ever really could – and who could blame him, really – but tonight? Tonight, you were on a whole other level.

Stu’s house was packed to the brim with people, too fucking packed for Billy’s liking, but he’d make do. He might have wanted nothing more than to ditch the party, throw you over his shoulder, and have his way with you all night long but he couldn’t exactly do that. Not the first two, at least. But the second he could escape, he would, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t getting his hands on you tonight.

Maybe it was your little talk in the cornfield last night or maybe it was on account of that goddamn Halloween costume you were wearing but Billy was ready to have you all to himself. He needed to have you all to himself tonight.

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen you in your cheerleading uniform before, in fact, he’d seen you in it a thousand times prior to tonight but the way you wore it tonight made him harder than he could fathom. The skirt was hiked shorter than usual making you appear all the leggier in your white knee-high socks and tennis shoes and the though the top hadn’t changed all that drastically it, like the rest of you, was covered in fake blood. There were drops of crimson corn syrup, now long dried, dripping from those perfect lips of yours and continuing down your throat until bleeding into the material of your cropped cheerleading top. The sliver of skin showing your abdomen had a single bloodied handprint on it as well and your thighs, those gorgeous fucking thighs of yours, had a few more messy handprints that seemed to trail up your leg before disappearing beneath the hem of your skirt.

He was in agony watching you carry on laughing with Tatum from across the room. You had no right to look that fucking good tonight, not when Sidney was directly beside him idly talking to Randy about some stupid fucking test that he couldn’t bring himself to care about.

How could he focus on anything besides you tonight?

“Your girl’s looking hot tonight,” Stu chimed in quietly, smirking knowingly across the room towards where you and Tatum stood. “All that blood. All that leg.” He made a purring sound and grinned. “You going to be able to keep it in your pants until tonight?”

“Subtlety, dickmunch,” Billy growled. “Try it sometime.”

Throwing his hands up in mock surrender, Stu giggled and sprung across the room towards where you and Tatum were. Without missing a beat, Billy watched Stu throw Tatum over his shoulder, much to her chagrin, before running back to Billy, Sid, and Randy. Shooting Billy a wink, Stu mouthed a quick ‘you’re welcome’ before carefully plopping Tatum onto her feet. Sure enough, there you were, following the happy couple with a smile on your face as you joined them.

“Whole party just saw your girlfriend’s ass, numb nuts,” you laughed, playfully smacking Tatum’s ass. “Cute panties though, girl, take me next time. I’ll pick myself up a pair.”

Tatum grinned and cozied herself into Stu’s side. “Deal,” she chuckled, battling with the fake vampire teeth in her mouth. With a groan, she took them out and chucked them into the trash bin a few feet away. “Remind me again why I thought that would be a good idea.”

“So, you’re a vampire,” Randy mused, eyeing her all-black attire. “That checks out. You’ve got the personality down pat.”

Stu furled his brows as his girlfriend smacked Randy’s chest. “We’re both vampires, idiot, isn’t it obvious? I’m wearing a fucking cape.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Randy rolled his eyes and glanced around the circle of friends surrounding him. “The rest of you I got right off the bat. Sid’s a witch, Billy’s a moody looking skeleton boy and Y/N is a dead cheerleader.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you clicked your tongue and pointed your beer bottle towards him in mock-outrage. “I’m not a dead cheerleader, Randy, I’m a demonic cheerleader. There’s a difference.”

“Oh, so you’re just a regular cheerleader, then.” Randy teased. When all he got was another smack to the chest, he surrendered. “Alright, alright. What’s the difference?”

“Well, for one,” you shrugged, “I’m not the victim. I’m the bad guy.”

“Bad guy, huh?” Billy piped in, watching you with that heavy stare of his. “What makes you so bad?”

“I eat boys,” you simply said, holding his purposeful gaze.

The corners of Billy’s lips raised in a small smirk at the innuendo but rather than let on, he simply ducked his head down and ran a hand through his hair. You were playing with fire tonight and it was obvious to him that you knew as much.

You’d definitely pay for that later on.

“Well, I think you look hot,” Sid smiled. “Blood and all.”

“Thanks, Sid,” you smacked on a smile and took a rather hasty gulp of beer. “You’re look like a babe tonight, too.”

“Thanks,” she flushed and looked down at her red dress. “It’s Tatum’s dress, I was scared it was going to be a little much on me.”

“Just enough,” you corrected with an honest smile. With your mouth suddenly dry and your guilt at an all-time high, you licked your lips and gave her a wink. “Billy’s a lucky guy.”

Leaning into Billy’s lean frame, Sid tilted her head up and placed a quick kiss to the side of his mouth. Averting your eyes immediately to the island between you and the doting couple, you tried not to let your discomfort show as you polished off the rest of your beer. That never got an easier to watch, no matter how much reassurance you got from Billy on the matter. At the end of the day, you were in love with Billy Loomis all the while being best friends with Sidney Prescott, his extraordinarily kind and sweet girlfriend. It was bound to be a tough pill to swallow.

From across the kitchen island, you caught Stu’s eye and for a brief moment, you saw a something eerily close to pity flicker across his face. Clearing your throat, you shook your empty bottle at the group and nodded towards the garage. “Anybody need a refill?”

“Yeah, sure,” Stu shrugged. “There’s a whole other keg in there actually. Be a dear and grab it?”

“A keg?” You snorted. “Who am I? The Hulk?”

Stu’s grin was cheeky as he nodded towards the garage. “Billy’ll help,” he simply said, squeezing Billy’s shoulder. “And hurry up, would you? Crowd’s getting thirsty.”

Rolling your eyes, you glanced at Billy briefly before nodding down the hall. “Come on, lover boy.” You teased, smiling apologetically at Sid who appeared none the wiser. “Be back in a sec.”

The hall leading down to the garage was crowded and full of your classmates dressed to the nines for Halloween. A few of the girls you were friends with smiled at you as you walked by, as did some of the guys, but the only thing you could focus on was the weight of Billy’s stare on your ass as you walked ahead of him. Sure, you mighthave been swinging your hips a little more than you should have been, but who could blame you? You were buzzed and Billy looked stupidly good tonight in his leather jacket and skeleton make-up. Even if said skeleton makeup was mostly gone from the amount of times he’d unwittingly rubbed at his face over the course of the night.

Pushing the door to the garage open, you held it open for Billy and shot him a brief smile as he walked into the chilly garage before closing the heavy door behind him. Walking down the steps towards the giant keg, you glanced over your shoulder and nearly laughed at the smouldering look he was giving you atop those steps. Turning around to face him fully, you gestured to the doorknob. “That thing have a lock on it?”

“Why?” He asked, leering. Slowly, he descended the steps towards you. Every step he took was agonizingly slower than the last but, being just as stubborn as he was, you remained firmly rooted in place with your own small smile in tow. “What would you have me do to you that would require a lock?”

“Who says you’d be doing anything?” You asked. “I’m the one who eats boys, remember?”

With a growl, he snaked his arms around your hips and pulled you into him. You could feel his budding erection through his jeans as he leaned down and nipped the base of your neck. The moan that escaped your lips on account of feeling his teeth dragging along your pulse point filled the empty garage and made Billy smile into the sensitive flesh. “Look at you in this fucking outfit. You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Who’s teasing?” You asked. Reaching down, you gently squeezed him through his jeans and smirked when he swore under his breath. “I have every intention of following through.”

He kissed you hard and raked his fingernails up your bare thigh. The fake blood adorning your body might have been bone dry at this point in the night, but as he slid his hand beneath your skirt and rubbed his finger along the lace of your thong, a throaty laugh escaped his lips. You were so fucking wet. “Someone could come in here any second,” he whispered, pushing his finger beneath the material of your thong. The hiss that tore out of your throat sent him into a frenzy as he pinched your clit. “That get you wet, sweetheart? Knowing someone could walk in on us while I fuck you silly?”

“Billy,” you groaned, instinctually spreading your legs a little more to allow him full access to your slicked folds. “Lock the fucking door.”

“No,” he sucked at your bottom lip. “I want the whole fucking house to see us.”

Despite every rational part of your brain pleading with you to pull away from the infuriating man, you couldn’t. Not with how good he tasted on your lips and certainly not with his methodical fingers rubbing and pinching at your clit.

But two could play at that game.

Uncurling your fingernails from his shoulders, you got to work on his belt. Within seconds, it was gaping open as you fiddled with the button of his jeans and zipper before tugging them just far enough down his thigh for his cock to spring free. Biting down on his lip, you gave him a firm tug. “Lock. The. Fucking. Door. Loomis.”

You heard him laugh under his breath as he backed you into the keg. Once the back of your knees hit the coolness of the metal, you lost your footing and fell back against the piping along the top. The tap managed to hit you right on the tailbone, causing fireworks to explode behind your eyes, but with Billy’s deft hands still working your clit into a frenzy, you couldn’t bring yourself to care all that much. Stepping between your thighs, Billy’s hard cock danced across your wet folds as he tugged your underwear to the side. Your entire body was prepared to feel that familiar rush pure ecstasy that always followed that first, messy thrust. You were desperate for it in that moment, you craved it. But just as the tip teased its way down from your clit to your entrance, the garage door creaked open to reveal Stu’s handsome but mischievous face.

“Knew it,” he pretended to giggle as he quickly slid into the garage, being sure to shut it after to ensure nobody else saw the two of you. “Part of me thought ‘no way, they wouldn’t do it in my garage’ but the rest of me knew better. And, here you are.”

Swearing under his breath, Billy stepped away from you and ensured you were covered up entirely as he re-did his pants and belt. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

Between being caught up in the heated moment and feeling both shame and guilt for being caught, your cheeks must have been the colour of the devil himself as you ambled back onto your feet.

“Cock-block, asshole, the guy who just saved you from your girlfriend walking in on the two of you,” he casually waved it off, “I go by many names.”

“Shit,” you groaned, “how long were we gone for?”

“Not long,” Stu shrugged. “She just thought you two might need help seeing as how you were taking a few minutes.” He grinned. “Seems like you two kids had it all figured out, though.”

“Fuck-off for a second, would you?” Billy sighed and ensured Stu had turned around before looking back at you. Not wasting another second, he gently cradled your face and brushed something off of the tip of your nose. “White face paint,” he explained. Once he was sure it was gone, he leaned in and placed a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry about this.”

“Should have locked the door, Loomis,” you reminded him with a wink. Fixing your skirt, you walked back towards the steps and nodded towards the keg. “I’ll let you two carry that behemoth into the kitchen.”

Sliding past Stu, you opened the garage door and re-entered the crowded hallway. No one looked suspicious of you as you crept out and even when you re-joined Tatum and Sid – Randy having since left to tail some blonde chick in his algebra class – you simply smacked on a grin and asked them what you’d missed.

“Where’s Thing One and Thing Two?” Tatum asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“The keg’s a beast,” you simply said, “Stu showed up to help so I figured I’d leave it to them. Machismo bull-shit and all that.”

You hated how easy it was to lie to them. The guilt was still there, the guilt was always there, but over time the lying had become almost second nature to you. You could have a girl’s night with Sid, watch shitty movies all night long, and then proceed to fuck her boyfriend at two in the morning as she was sound asleep back home. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair.

And yet as Billy and Stu moseyed into the kitchen with the keg in tow, the look Billy gave you was enough to silence the swell of guilt boiling to the surface of your gut. It wasn’t a smoulderingly sexy look, not even an irritated look from having been cock-blocked by his best friend. No, this look was something different. Something softer, gentler, than the Billy everybody else knew so well. This look was one he’d reserved just for you. It was same look you got when he was half-asleep at three in the morning, groggily smiling across at you as though you’d hung the moon. The same one that seemed to take you in and memorize you as though half-expecting you to disappear before his very eyes. It was a look of pure wonderment, pure sincerity.

“You girls want to play beer pong?” One of the guys from the hockey team asked as you, Tatum and Sid watched the pair struggle.

“Yes,” the answer was out of your mouth before you had time to register the request. Dragging Tatum and Sid towards the dining room table, you shot one final glance at Billy before focusing ahead.

You were going to slip-up if he kept looking at you like that.

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You’d barely managed to scrape all of the fake blood off of your face when you heard the familiar thud of your bedroom window. You were still dressed in your bloodied cheer uniform and the bloodied handprints smearing up your thighs and along your abdomen were still ever-present as you popped your head out of your washroom only to find Billy casually sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Couldn’t have waited until after I showered?” You asked with a small frown. “I look like Carrie from the neck down.”

Smirking, he pushed himself off of your bed and sauntered over towards you. He had since cleaned the skeleton make-up off of his face and the leather jacket had long been shed, but he still looked handsome as ever grinning across at you.

“I was hoping I’d catch you before you changed,” he admitted.

You raised your eyebrow and leaned against the doorway. “And why’s that?”

He said nothing at first, simply just reached forward to scrape his thumbs against your nipples which were pressing firmly against the thin material of your top. “Just because it’s after midnight doesn’t mean Halloween has to be over,” he slid his hands beneath the hem of your shirt and tugged it over your head. In nothing more than your skirt and knee-high socks, Billy’s calloused hands began to squeeze your bare breasts all the while never breaking eye contact. “Figured the demonic cheerleader might want to get one last kill in for the night.”

You hummed your approval as he pinched at your nipples. “And you’re volunteering yourself?”

Billy smirked and leaned down towards your chest to allow his mouth to consume your nipple. His expert tongue swirled along the sensitive nub a few times before devouring it entirely. Sucking and pinching and biting at your breasts, you barely noticed him steer you towards your bed until the soft material of your blankets were bawled into tensed fists.

“Billy,” you moaned, eyeing him through half-lidded eyes as he teased your nipples. “Fuck. Get up.”

Not listening to you whatsoever, he continued his assault on your tits before you finally gave his cock a firm squeeze from outside of his jeans. “Billy,” you repeated. When his cloudy stare caught yours, you cocked your head to the side and pat the mattress. “Get on the bed.”

With a smirk, Billy released your nipple before clambering onto the edge of the bed. Hitching your skirt up your thighs, you climbed over his lap and straddled him. His hungry eyes swallowed you up as you leaned into his face, your hair fell around you like a blanket, shielding you both away from everything around you as you very slowly tugged his head up to place a kiss to his nose.

His hands were on you immediately. They skimmed down your arms and waist and hips before giving your ass a long, firm squeeze. “You’re fucking perfect.”

You smirked and lowered yourself further down onto his lap so your clit was overtop his jean-clad thigh. “Shut-up,” you teased, slowly sliding back and forth atop his strong thigh. “Kiss me.”

With a quiet laugh, he craned his neck up to capture your lips as you continued to rock back and forth on his thigh. He wasted no time in hiking your skirt further up your body to allow him better access to your bare ass to which he hungrily massaged and grabbed. Moaning into his mouth, you felt his one of his hands wander from your ass and up your waist before giving your naked breast another firm squeeze. His mouth hungrily enveloped your breast as you gently flung your head back. Between the sensation of his tongue on your nipple and the feel of your clit scraping against his strong, muscular thigh, you were in heaven.

But fair was fair. If he wanted to be your ‘last kill of the night’? The very least you could do was play along.

Throwing your head back in ecstasy as he gently bit and sucked at your pert nipple, you reached down and unbuckled his belt. Your movements were frenzied as you worked on undoing his jeans next, and when you finally managed to undo his zipper, you unlatched your tit from his mouth and began to shimmy down his legs.

Billy watched you settle between his legs, barely taking notice of the damp streak on his thigh as you peeled his jeans down his hips. His cock sprang to life for the second time that night and as he watched your hungry eyes scrape over his painfully hard erection, he could have come right there.

Your lips were puffy from your little make-out session, your cheeks flushed. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath you took, your already perky nipples only hardened. Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you wasted no time in licking your way up from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around his head as your hand gently massaged his balls. With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Billy watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you sucked him off. He threw his head back as his fingers curled around your hair and tugged. Fuck, you were so good. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d blow his load in your mouth before you two could finish what you started in that damn garage.

Giving your hair another tug, you released his cock with a resounding pop and furled your brow. “Problem?” You asked stubbornly.

Without a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he carefully pulled you back onto the bed. Only rather than join you, he took his position between your thighs and tugged your thong clear off, exposing your extremely wet, throbbing pussy.

“Billy, let me fi—”

Before you could so much as think of your next few words, Billy buried his face between your thighs.

A guttural moan tore out of your lips as his dept tongue circled your clit, and as he inserted two fingers inside of you, you bucked into his mouth and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Billy’s tongue was euphoric, methodical. He lapped and sucked at your clit as his free hand reached up to play with your exposed breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers roughly. “Billy,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as that familiar heat began to encroach its way up your body. Curling his fingers inside of you, you nearly screamed. Thank god your parents weren’t home. “Billy, fuck.”

You were going to come. Any second now. You felt that mind-numbing pleasure build up in your toes and up your legs and as he gave your clit another long, glorious suck, you let it overtake you. Your entire body shook as you bucked into his mouth. Stars flashed behind your eyes as a strangled moan tore from your throat.

Releasing your clit, Bily kissed and licked his way up your body before leaning forward to capture your lips again. You could taste yourself on his lips as you leaned forward and as your eyes caught sight of his erection, you opened your thighs on instinct. Pulling away from his mouth, you nudged your nose against his to catch his eye and reached down to stroke his unbearably hard cock. “Fuck me, Billy.”

He seemed to search your eyes for a moment as you pulled him back onto the bed. Once he was laying down, you wasted no time in climbing on top of him. Reaching down, you guided the length of him inside of your wet folds and slithered it along your clit before lowering yourself onto him. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your ass, watching your breasts bounce with every bound you took. Leaning forward, he caught one in his mouth and bit down on your nipple, relishing in the moan he received on account of it. He must have bit harder than intended as within seconds, he could taste a metallic fluid rolling onto his tongue. Blood. Your blood. Looking back up at you, unsure of your reaction, his cock twitched inside of you when all you did was groan and tug at his hair.

You liked it.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, Billy’s hands held your hips as you swiveled and bounced on top of him. He was going to come soon, he knew he was, but when he watched you reach down and begin to stroke your clit as he was buried inside of you, that was it. Leaning forward, he found your lips again as he came undone inside of you. “Fuck,” he rasped out, holding you firmly in place as his cock writhed inside of you.

Feeling his cock twitch, you waited on his last few pumps before breaking your kiss. “Happy Halloween, Loomis.”

A slow, lazy grin tore across his lips. The pair of you were stark naked in the middle of your bedroom, he was literally still inside of you, and yet there you were. Both grinning stupidly down at each other as your words sunk in. Slowly, you slid off of him and joined him on the bed your naked chest heaving up and down as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“You going to kick me out of your bed so that you can shower?” He asked quietly.

“No,” you shrugged. “Not yet.”

Billy blinked, mild surprise showing on his face. But, before another word could be said, he leaned in and gently kissed your lips. Unlike the kisses you two had shared in the heat of the moment, this was soft and deliberate. And, as he pulled away, he placed another kiss to the tip of your nose before relaxing into the sheets. “Good,” he mumbled, pulling a thin blanket up your naked bodies.

You smiled and relaxed into the warmth in his chest. You absolutely should be slinking off to the bathroom to shower all the fake blood off of you, but that could wait another few minutes. For now, against Billy’s chest, basking in the pale moon glow shining in through your bedroom window, this was the only place you wanted to be.

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