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bucks-babe · 10 months

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Virgin Bucky Gets His First Blowjob

Paring: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: You give your boyfriend his first blowjob

Word Count: 2,148

Warnings: Established relationship, smut (Oral m!receiving), kind of sub!Bucky, Bucky is a nervous boy and gets a hard on during a movie, Bucky has a praise kink, Virgin!Bucky, No use of Y/N

A/N: Should I make a part 2 where Bucky loses his virginity to reader?

“Okay, doll, I’ve got everything set up. You pick a movie yet?” Bucky settles down next to you in his bed, making sure that there is no space separating the two of you. He wraps his right arm around your shoulder and you snuggle up into his side.

Your laptop is resting on both of your laps, your left thigh and his right thigh hold it in place. “Yes, and it’s one of my favorites!” You bounce in place just a little. “You’re gonna love it, Buck! It’s When Harry Met Sally.” Bucky chuckles at your excitement. Steve has his book of things to catch up with in the 21st century, and Bucky has you.

“We’ll see, doll. You haven’t let me down yet.” In all honesty, Bucky was thoroughly enjoying the movie, Harry wasn’t the type of guy Bucky thought girls would go for, but most of his enjoyment came from how happy the movie seemed to be making you.

A few times you would catch Bucky staring at you instead of the movie; each time you would look back up at him he would pretend that he was immersed in the movie the whole time and you would nudge his side. It just made him so happy to see how much you were enjoying the movie, going so far as to mouth the lines alone with the actors.

“Yes it is! You are a human affront to all women, and I am a woman.”

“Hey, I don’t feel great about this, but I don’t hear anyone complaining.”

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is having the time of his life watching you act out the conversations, his heart never feeling so full in all his life. He truly doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, after all the horrible things he’s done in his life, he gets blessed with the most wonderful and understanding woman to call his.

His doll, his girl, who hasn’t even pressured him into anything. He felt bad at first, when he told you that he wanted to take things slow, thinking that you wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend who had no experience in the sexual realm. Of course, he’s kissed women, having his fair share of dames back in the 40’s, but he was a gentleman. He would take them out dancing, maybe make out in his car a little bit, but he never went farther than that.

Now, after waking up after 80 some years, the last thing on his mind was having sex. That was until he met you, the minx who has awoken something inside of him, but he’s never acted on any of these feelings, too scared that he would disappoint you.

Ashamed that he was still a virgin, Bucky always stopped you before anything would get too heated, and you respected that. It didn’t make Bucky feel any better when he had to go to the ‘bathroom’ after a make-out session, but you never teased him about it, the both of you pretending that he really did need to go to the bathroom.

What the fuck?! Bucky’s attention is back on the movie when Sally has an ‘orgasm’ in the restaurant. Next to him, you’re giggling while watching her fake an orgasm, but Bucky, he’s not laughing.

Bucky’s never seen a woman have an orgasm. Back in his day, the most accessible type of porn were dirty magazines that he used to hide under his bed so his ma wouldn’t find them. He tried to watch modern day porn after his not so mini sexual re-awakening, but after seeing some of the video titles, decided that porn was a no go for him, so this was sending all of the blood in his head straight to his dick. If it was over dramatized, he couldn’t tell, but his cock didn’t care.

He felt it twitching in his sweats and he tried to subtly shift so you wouldn’t be able to see the bulge under the covers. Closing his eyes, Bucky tried to will his erection away; however, the scene seemed to never end and his cock got even harder at the thought of what you would look like when you came, how you would moan his name, how you would feel around him.

He bets that you would look fucking spectacular spread out on this very bed with his cock burried deep inside of you. How your pussy would look swallowing him as he–

“Bucky, are you okay? You’re moving around a lot.” Shit! Bucky knows that he’s been caught. There is nothing he can do to hide the tent in his sweatpants; he curses himself for even wearing pants with so much give to them.

“Uh…yeah, I’m good. My back’s a little stiff from the bed is all.” With how red his face and chest are, it’s a surprise that there is enough blood going to his dick to have it be as hard as it is.

“Your back? Are you sure? Cause I think I see the problem.” Double Shit!

“Doll, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Your giggle cuts him off.

“Bucky, it’s okay. If you want I can give you a minute to sort,” you glance at his crotch, making it twitch in need, “that out.”

Bucky wishes that the bed could swallow him up whole so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. He’s a grown man for God’s sake and he’s popping wood at the first sign of something sexual!

“Or…” You drag on, “I could help you with that.” Bucky gulps, finding his throat to be drier than a desert.

“Doll, y-you don’t have to.” There’s a spark in your eye that you only have when you’re up to no good, like when you set Steve and Sharron up on a blind date after being sick of the pining between the two of them.

“But I want to, Bucky. Only if you’re okay with it.” His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, but he is so hard, and he trusts you with his body and soul.You know that he’s never done anything; you would be the last person on the planet to make fun of him.

“O-okay. What do you want me to do, doll?” You close the laptop, effectively ending the movie; Bucky couldn’t give less of a shit what happens to Harry or Sally right now, not when you’re looking at him like he is a full course meal and you're starving.

“Absolutely nothing. I want you to lay right there and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me, hmm?” Pulling the covers back, you settle between his thick thighs, resting your head on one and looking up at him.

“I-I can do that. Yeah.” He shifts so that his back is against the headboard. Bucky isn’t used to just laying back while someone else does the work, has never been like that, but for you he would do just about anything if you asked.

Your hands go to the waistband of his sweats and boxers while you give small kisses to the outline of his cock through both layers. “Good boy,” you whisper on his cock, chuckling when it jerks under your mouth and he whines. Ooh, he’s a vocal one, you think as you look up at his flush face.

Bucky lifts his hips off the bed when you tug at his waistband, and his cock smacks against his clothed stomach, precum leaking onto his shirt. With his cock and balls on display, Bucky fights the urge to close his legs and cover himself up; no woman, or man, had ever seen him like this, but he wants this so bad. He trusts you; if he wants to stop, you’ll stop, but heaven forbid if you stop now.

He’s fucking big, too. You don’t know if you’re going to be able to fit his entire length in your mouth, but you’re sure as hell gonna try! Starting at his thighs, you give wet, open mouth kisses, leaving beautiful bruises on his skin. Whimpering, Bucky tries to get your mouth on his cock; all of your teasing is only making his balls fuller than he thought was possible and more precum ruin his shirt.

“Please, doll. Suck it.” His toned hips leave the bed in chase of your mouth. He can’t count how many times he’s fucked his fist thinking about how the tight heat of your mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Even now, with you kissing up and down his length, tracing his most prominent vein, it’s not enough.

“Shh, big boy, I’m getting there. You’re just so pretty I have to paint you.” His cock bounces from the force of its throbbing and another whine leaves his plump lips.

Eventually, you take pity on him and his begging, and you take the tip in your mouth and give it a harsh suck. “Oh Fuck! Do that again, doll!” He throws his head back, making contact with the headboard with a loud thunk. Hands flying to the sheets, and hips chasing your mouth, Bucky damn near chokes on his own spit.Christ, you’ve barely touched him and he’s about to burst.

Loving his reaction, you grab the base of him and spit on his tip, watching it roll down to where your hand rests, only to use your spit as lube to drag your hand up and down, feeling him pulse and throb in your hand. “Come on, doll. Please! I need more.”

He was fisting the sheets, not wanting to force your head down, but wanting you to take him down your throat at the same time. Deciding not to torture him anymore, you licked your lips before taking as much length in you mouth as possible.

“GOD, FUCK!” His hips flew up to meet your mouth, making you gag. He was trying his hardest to stay in control and not force your pace, but fuck, he wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. You quickly found a steady pace, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lap at his dick. Salavia coated his entire dick and was leaking down to his balls, making your movements that much easier.“What the fuck! Doll, that feels fucking incredible. More, please. Give me more! Shit! That feels so good!” Such a needy little thing.

There were still a few inches of his dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, so you used one hand to work the remaining length and the other hand to massage his balls. His cock was leaking precum and you could feel his heavy sack tense up in your hand; you knew he was about to cum, even before he did.

Bucky pulled you off his cock. “Doll! I’m gonna cum!” It took you a second to register why he pulled you off when he was about to cum, but you then realized, he didn’t think you wanted to swallow - How wrong he was.

“If you’re gonna cum, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth.” Not waiting for a response, you took his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way to the base, letting him fuck your mouth with the little jerks of his hips. The sounds leaving his mouth were almost akin to sobs, making you clench your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” His cum shot out in thick streams and you tried to swallow around his cock, but more and more cum would shoot out. You lapped up every single drop of his cum that you could, some of it dripping down to his balls. When his hips tried to jerk away, you pulled off his cock to lick his balls clean and tuck his softening cock back into his pants.

With a dopey look on his face, Bucky gave you the prettiest smile, having experienced the best orgasm of his overextended life. “I really liked the movie, doll.” He laughed after you giggled. After coming back down to reality, Bucky frowned, “doll, I wanna make you cum, too.”

“Oh, Buck, I didn’t do that because I wanted anything in return,” you repositioned yourself next to him in bed, ignoring the throbbing of your pussy, “I did it because I wanted to make you feel good.”

There’s still a pout on his lips, wanting you to feel good as well. “Another day, Bucky. I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much in one day, okay?” Eventually, he agrees, becoming compliant after getting his soul sucked out of his body.

“Next time, doll, you’re gonna teach me how to make you cum.” God, you love this man.

“Oh, I look forward to it.” This man is going to wreck you and you can’t wait.

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spatialwave · 4 months

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"yes, sir."

pairing: pre-war!cooper howard x fem!reader word count: 3k ask: “Cooper x Reader where reader’s a girl with a kink for cowboys, and Cooper plays it up for her? Kind of a roleplay situation (smut), also if he’s into how small she is, that’d be great.” warnings/tags: mdni! smut, porn with plot, cowboy/cowgirl kink, size difference, age difference, dom!cooper, sub!reader, oral (m+f receiving), doggy-style, riding/cowgirl, edging/denial, praising, slight verbal degradation, bondage, gagging, you’re cooper’s babygirl. notes: big thank you to the anon who asked for a cowboy kink/size difference fic, hehe. i hope it was okay that i wrote pre war cooper, but when i think of cowboy, i think of him in that slutty little cowboy fit, lol.

“come on, coop, don’t be a prude,” you said with a big smile, standing in front of your partner with your hands interlocked in his, “you played a sheriff before, why can’t you do it for me?”

his lips curved into a smile as he titled his head down, his hat covering the red blush rising on his cheeks, “maybe i am turning into a prude,” he chuckled, rousing a laugh from you as you led him into the bedroom with a coy smile spread on your lips.

you’d been seeing cooper howard exclusively for a few weeks, having weaseled your way into his life a few short months after his divorce had been finalized. you were a young stable girl at the ranch where he’d kept sugarfoot, no longer living with barb in their old house meant he didn’t have the capacity to care for her on his own anymore. it was difficult, but he trusted one of the best ranchers just out of los angeles.

it was a stroke of luck to have been the one to help him the first day he stopped by your grandfather’s ranch, keeping yourself from bursting into excitement as you got his mare situated in her new home. there was immediate chemistry flowing between each other, but you knew cooper was tiptoeing around you, and you couldn’t blame him.

you were certainly much younger than he was.

the movie star came around often, and although he’d spent most of his time riding sugarfoot, you couldn’t count on two hands the amount of times you’d caught him staring at you, covering it up by hiding his eyes behind the cowboy hat you’d always seen him wearing.

the sexual tension was mutual, so you acted on it.

you saw first-hand how incredibly pent-up he was, but you still couldn’t believe how quick he was to say yes when you offered him a blowjob a few days later. you didn’t beat around the bush when you knew what you wanted.

you led him behind one of the stables, covered up by a stack of hay bails, as you took him down your throat like the good girl you were. cooper didn’t last long, choking out a moan as he came in your mouth after a minute or two.

since then, cooper was head over heels for you—the country girl he always wanted. someone who would say yes in a heartbeat if he asked you to go up to bakersfield with him to live on a ranch. it was dangerous territory, he was sure of it, but he’d never once felt so much fire in his heart when he was around you. you kept his spirit young.

likewise, cooper howard was everything you could’ve dreamed of in a man. handsome, kind-hearted, and eager to please.

that’s why he couldn’t say no when you asked so nicely for him to do some roleplaying with you in bed. wasn’t your fault that you had a thing for cowboys, and he just happened to be the hottest one you’d ever set eyes on.

so, there you were in his bedroom in nothing but a skimpy bra and panties set that he bought you a week earlier. red, see-through lace that cupped your perky tits and accentuated the curves of your ass. you made sure he was fully dressed, though, from a cowboy hat all the way down to the worn-in boots.

“see, baby?” you purred, kneeling on the edge of his bed like a minx, “there’s no one sexier than you, cowboy.”

it was hard to miss the flicker of interest in cooper’s eyes as you cooed at him. his cock twitching under his denim jeans that he desperately wanted off.

if this is what you wanted, then he’d sure as hell give it to you.

“don’t talk like you’re the one in charge here. i’m the sheriff around these parts,” he drawled through a smirk, his voice alone making you wet in anticipation, “so, be a good girl and listen to me,” cooper stepped forward, towering over your small frame as a calloused hand tilted your chin up to look at him, “ya’ think ya’ can do that for me, sweetheart?”

“yes, sir,” you murmured, a soft squeak escaping your lips when he pressed his lips against yours in a sudden, passionate kiss that made your stomach twist and turn in all the right ways. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, and you opened your lips for him to taste all of you, but he pulled back just to leave you craving more, “please.” you whimpered.

“shhh,” his lips pulled into a half-grin, and you knew then and there that he was enjoying this power dynamic as much as you were, “i need ya’ to be nice and quiet for me. don’t want anyone else in town listenin’ to what i do to you.”

your lips trembled as you sat patiently in front of him, heat building in your abdomen as your cunt squeezed and ached around nothing. cooper took off his hat, placing it nicely over your head—claiming you as his.

“lay back, darlin’,” he whispered, dipping his head low and following you as you landed onto the soft bed. he crawled over you, pressing wet kisses to your neck, down your chest until his lips teased around the band of your panties, “now, look at how wet you are. i barely even touched ya’,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cunt over the wet fabric.

you held onto his hat, keeping it on your head, as you arched your back and chewed down on your lip to keep yourself from crying out in pleasure.

he tongued at the fabric, finding your swollen clit and giving it attention that you would’ve preferred without your underwear on. you kept quiet, though, knowing that if you were on your best behaviour, ‘the sheriff’ would be sure to give you everything you needed.

a whimper barely escaped your lips when he tugged the fabric aside, cool air making you pulse and twitch.

“christ, baby,” he groaned, “you want my cock so bad, don’t you? i bet you wanna’ ride me until you’re screamin’ my name and beggin’ for me to let you cum.”

you were fighting for your life as cooper’s thumb pressed slow circles on your bundle of nerves, the words falling from his tongue sending your stomach into a fit of butterflies. he had never been so vulgar with the way he spoke, you weren’t sure you’d be lasting long if he kept it up.

“cooper, please,” the words spilled from you before you could stop, a moan choking in your throat, “shit—i mean, sir,” you whined.

a man of his word, cooper pulled away from you, standing at the edge of the bed and watching the way you squirmed without his touch.

“i told you to be quiet,” he clicked his tongue in disappointment, unbuttoning the blue and yellow top that looked so perfect on him. accented with leather fringes hanging off his broad shoulder, and a little golden star on the left side—just like a sheriff, “i thought you’ were goin’ to be a good girl for me,” he sighed, “suppose i need to punish you, until you learn to behave.”

he finished unbuttoning the top, leaving his chest exposed, as he reached down and undid his belt buckle with one hand. cooper pulled the leather out from the belt loops of his denim, and your mind went haywire at the sharp sound.

“lay on your stomach,” he commanded, watching with a smirk as you obeyed. his hands took your wrists, pulling them behind you so he could snag them together until his belt had them forcefully restricted. he let out a whistle, “you look goddamn’ pretty all tied up,” he smiled, large hands reaching down and massaging your ass before pulling your panties off.

you looked over your shoulder at the cowboy, trying to pry your wrists apart, but he was good with a belt. eyes settled on his exposed chest and your mouth pooled with saliva, wishing you could turn around and let him fuck you while your fingernails scratched against his abs and left reddened marks on his skin.

cooper’s hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto spread knees on the edge of the bed, just high enough so he had the perfect angle to fuck you as good as he believed you deserved. you kept your face turned to the side, breathing heavy and biting back moans as you felt his fingers rub through your folds. already you felt your knees wanting to give up, but you willed yourself to stay upright. the last thing you needed was to upset him and be edged for hours—or worse, not allowed to cum at all.

he pushed a finger inside you, heavy-lidded hazel eyes watching your expression as your tight cunt contracted around his digit. your fingers bent and dug into the leather belt as he slid in a second, roughly finger fucking you as your eyes had begun to roll into the back of your head. it was so damned good, but it wasn’t enough—you rocked your hips back against his fingers, silently begging for him to fuck you harder and deeper.

you held back a moan, the sound radiating deep in your chest and loud enough for cooper to hear.

“now, now, babygirl,” he murmured gently, free hand holding your hips still, “once i start fuckin’ you, i promise you can try bein’ as loud as you want.”

that alone made another whimper come from you, an agonizing feeling swallowing you whole when his fingers pulled out and left you empty and exposed.

you opened your mouth, ready to talk out of turn and beg for his cock desperately, but you were met with your panties being shoved between your lips, rightly so. a makeshift gag that would make it near impossible to get any sounds out.

“good girl,” cooper uttered, his hand brushing back hair so he could see your face, “i did say ‘try’, didn’t i?” he chuckled, taking far too much pleasure in the dominance he had over you, and by the looks of you, he knew you loved it.

he shimmied the opened shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them to his thighs, so his cock sprung free. the cowboy didn’t waste time running the head along your wet pussy, watching as his pre-cum dripped out and coated your entrance. the lace gag muffled your moans as each stroke along you made your thighs quake in pleasure, leaving you a complete fucking mess.

“fuck,” he groaned lowly, holding the base of his cock with his right hand, the other holding your hip up so you didn’t collapse, “i don’t know how you’re gonna’ take this cock,” he breathed heavy, slowly pushing into your cunt, “so small… just a sweet little thing.”

you groaned, your tongue pressing against the fabric in your mouth when tears stung your ears as his cock filled you. he wasn’t wrong, you weren’t sure how you managed to take him; he towered over you in height, and he was very well-endowed. he often fucked you so deep that your stomach bulged with each rough snap of his hips, his hand would press against your lower tummy so he could feel his cock fucking you dumb.

cooper groaned when he reached the hilt, giving you only a few seconds to adjust to the fullness you were a good girl who could take it, you’d proven that many times.

his thick cock slid through your swollen walls and stretched you with each forward push of his hips, balls slapping hard against your clit. you were gagging on the fabric pathetically, the sounds from you nothing more than muffled whimpers.

his hand tugged on the belt strapped tight around your wrists, using it as leverage as he fucked you so hard you felt like you might pass out. your eyes fluttered closed as they rolled back, body shaking in tandem with the bed as spit dripped down your chin after your panties fully soaked in your mouth.

with how tight you were squeezing around his cock, cooper knew you were close.

“don’t cum, yet, baby,” he moaned, head falling back as he rocked hard against you, tugging harder on your wrists so you were pulled up from the bed, tits bouncing with every thrust.

you were seconds away from cumming when cooper dropped your wrists and pulled out—your cunt dripping with juices down your thighs. you landed hard against the bed, face buried in the blanket as it swallowed up the tears streaming down your cheeks from the denial. your lover undid the belt around your wrists, and you were quick to pull them apart, relishing in the freedom to touch where you wanted.

cooper bent down and pressed his tongue to your abused cunt, lapping at you wildly and getting a good taste. you pulled the gag out of your mouth just in time to let out a strangled moan, vibrating deep from your chest.

“fuck, cooper—“ you cried, hips and knees shaking uncontrollably, “you’re gonna’ make me cum, please, don’t stop. i wanna’ cum so bad.”

“you cum when i tell you, you can,” he mumbled against you, hands grabbing tight at your ass as his tongue pushed inside you.

it took everything for you to focus on holding back your climax, the way his tongue penetrated you nearly threw you over the edge, but he was good at knowing your triggers. he pulled back from you, licking his lips as he stood back up on his feet and kicked off his boots and jeans.

“ride me,” he said breathlessly, watching you crawl to your hands and knees as he moved to lay back on the bed with his head in the pillows, “you like ridin’ cowboys, don’t you?”

“yes, sir,” you mewled, chewing on your bottom lip as you moved to straddle him. cooper had never looked sexier to you, his forehead and chest were damp with sweat and his cheeks flushed a perfect shade of pink.

with one hand, he reached behind you and unhooked the clasp of your bra, snagging the fabric from your body and tossing it off the bed. his hands were quick to massage your tits, squeezing your nipples between his fingers as you sunk down on his cock with one quick drop of your hips.

you and cooper moaned together as he stretched you out, your body flushed hot as you pressed your hands to his chest and rocked your hips.

he praised you often, saying sweet little nothing's and showering you in compliments as you rode him just the way he liked it. there was no better gratification than watching the way his face twisted in pleasure as he moaned your name over and over like a prayer.

“i want you to cum in me,” you said through a quick inhale, beginning to lose your breath, “please, sir. i’ve been so good for you.”

a guttural growl came from him as he grabbed at your jaw and yanked you down roughly into a hungry kiss. he licked into your mouth, and you were much too willing to part your lips and let him take your breath away.

cooper lifted his hips with his remaining strength, just enough so he could pull his cock from you and thrust back up, fucking you relentlessly. you buried your face against his neck, gurgled moans bubbling up your throat and into his ear as your body rolled toward the edge once again. his stubble rubbed against your cheek, and it was the only thing you focused on as you held back your orgasm until he gave you permission.

you had become nothing but a toy of pleasure for him, your body limp as he slammed his hips into yours, and the sound of your skin slapping together echoed louder than the headboard banging against the wall.

“you take my cock so fuckin’ good, baby. i want you to cum with me,” cooper whined into your ear, and you could hear his voice shaking, “fuck, i’m gonna’ cum,” he growled.

cooper reached a hand between you and thumbed at your clit, circling it several times in a quick pattern—all you needed for your pleasure to erupt you into a state of euphoria. you saw stars, a fucked out smile on your lips as your cunt tightened around his cock and left you babbling his name as cooper continued to fuck you. his thrusts stuttered a few times, unable to keep up the rhythm as your pulsing cunt milked out his orgasm. he came inside you with a deep-throated groan, filling you with wet, sticky cum.

his body finally gave in, and he collapsed back on the bed with you dropping to his chest. you were both covered in sweat, chests heaving as you caught your breath and gave your bodies time to be still and quiet. relishing in the aftermath of one of your kinkiest rendezvous.

cooper was the first to groan and shift in his position, his body already sore and knowing he’d be aching for a couple days. those beautiful hazel eyes of his stayed focused on your face as you leaned your head back to get a good look at him. he smiled lopsided, making you blush, as his hand brushed hair out of your face that clung to the sweat gathering on your skin.

“you’re so damn perfect,” he whispered to you in that thick southern accent, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips that made you fall in love with him all over again, “my babygirl.”

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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“The demon is back.” Eddie pokes into Steve’s side to wake him up.

“Babe, please go back to sleep.” Steve shoves his face into the pillow, making his voice muffled.

“Steeeeve.” Eddie whines, “It’s really there I swear this time. And I locked the door so I know it’s the demon again. Nothing else can get inside.”

“Eddie.” Steve squishes his face even deeper into the mattress. “You do this at least once a week. I love you; I do. But I never look because there is no demon. And every morning, you wake up fine. So please, go back to sleep.”

“What if I promise never to mention it again if it’s not really there? Will you look then?” This time Eddie’s voice wavers, his actual terror showing.

Steve sighs and shifts his head to look at Eddie, “This is really freaking you out, huh?” He says it kindly. Steve can tell this is serious to Eddie. So even if he doesn’t believe it, Eddie does. And what’s important to Eddie is important to Steve.

Eddie nods back furiously.

“Okay, I’ll look.” Steve shifts his head towards the other side, where the chair by the window sits. There, sitting in that corner is a dark shadowy figure. “Oh.”

“See! I told you! Demon! Oh god, it’s gonna get us.” Eddie throws his hands up. Even though he’s terrified, he’s accepted defeat.

“No.” Steve says calmly. “It’s just El.”

Eddie pauses his rant, “What?”

“It’s just El. In the corner. She does that sometimes, watches people she cares about until she falls asleep. To make sure they’re safe.” Steve looks at Eddie.

“The door was locked! How are you so calm about one of the kids just watching us at night?”

“Honey, she has mind powers. I don’t think a flimsy lock from Home Depot is going to stop her.” Steve deadpans before shrugging, “And it’s El. She could ask me to kill a man, and I probably wouldn’t even ask questions.”

“What if she asked you to kill me?”

“I’d be conflicted.”

“I want to be mad, but honestly I think I’d hand you the knife.” Eddie sighs, looking down at Steve.

Steve scoffs, “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t stab you. I’d obviously sneak some kind of poison into your honeycombs. Way less messy.”

Eddie goes back to nearly shouting, “Why have you thought about this?!”

“Honestly, I have a lot of intrusive thoughts. I just don’t speak them out loud.”

Despite the fact they are actively talking about his murder, Eddie can’t help but get all gooey with Steve in their bed. “Is this why you don’t get mad when I think aloud? Another reason why you just get me. Adding that tally to the ‘why we are great together’ column.”

“Yes, we’re pretty amazing. Can we go back to sleep now?” Steve smiles.

“Yes—wait, no.” Eddie corrects himself, getting himself back on track. He loves this man, but he is a sneaky little minx. “Why did El never say anything? I mean, this is not the first time I accused her of being a demon. Hell, we’ve been talking for literally five minutes, and she still hasn’t said anything. Also, what if she walked in on us doing, ya know, adult stuff?” Eddie blushes at the end. He’s acting like he hasn’t been whispering way worse things in Steve’s ear every night.

“First off, she won’t walk in on that. Apparently Max taught her about happy screams a long time ago.”

“Gross.”

“Yeaaa. Second, I’m pretty sure she’s asleep right now.”

Huh, now that Eddie thinks about it, he does hear soft little snores. Which is weird since neither he nor Steve snores, and they are both, ya know, awake.

“And I don’t think El speaking in a dark corner would have helped your fears. Like imagine just hear her soft “Hello” at 2 a.m.” Steve raises an eyebrow.

“I—okay I got nothing.”

“Fantastic can we go back to sleep now?”

Eddie gives one last shout, “You’re not going to stop her?”

“Are you going to tell her no? And make her worry?”

Eddie slinks down into the covers, “...no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Eddie curves his body into Steve’s, seeking him out. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie, securing him to his chest. “Thank you for indulging me.”

Steve hums. “Anything for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Eddie kisses Steve lightly.

“I love you both as well.” El’s voice suddenly speaks into the silent room.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie screams.

Steve can’t help the giggles that come out of him. He tries to smother them into Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie can’t find it in himself to be mad.

———

some people seemed interested in more el + Steve sibling energy. And they are a sibling-like duo I love. So here’s a little something but more steddie involved. I think all three of their relationship would be very sweet. Both Eddie and Steve would protect el. I hope you enjoyed :)

#steddie #stranger things #el and Steve have a sibling relationship #el could set the world on fire and Steve would say good job #both Steve and Eddie have intrusive thoughts #they just go about it in different ways #Eddie Munson #eleven hopper #ficlet #fluff #steven harrington #my writing #no byler in this one sorry #steve harrington is a sweetheart #everybody lives/nobody dies #Post season 5 #steve x eddie

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moonstruckme · 11 months

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Hey love!

Was wondering if you could write a poly!maurader x fem!reader fic where (boys being boys) they had a bet who could go longer without sex and about a week reader decided to tease them a lil bit where she would flirt or like bend over to pick up smtg.

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: mature themes

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s so boy of them to discount you like this. Like, the bet had been funny at first, each of your boyfriends doing whatever they could to put the others in hot and heavy situations with you and each other, but after you and Sirius had gotten locked in a closet for the better part of an afternoon, they’d decided to take things down a notch. And as far as you’re concerned, that was when the fun part came to an end.

The thing is, they’re guys. While they’re having their little stint of celibacy, they can at least still get themselves off. Multiple times a day, if they feel like it. It’s not that easy for you. So for you to not even have been involved in the bet, and yet be the one feeling its consequences most acutely…well, it’s beginning to grate on your nerves.

So you decide to make it fun again.

“Oh, shit.” You say, getting James’ attention from where he’s going through the closet, trying to find a pair of pants to wear. “I dropped my wand under the bed.”

He moves towards you. “I’ll get it for you, lovie.”

“No, no, that’s alright.” You say, getting down on your hands and knees. “I’ve got it.”

James falls silent as you arch your back under the pretense of reaching under the bed, letting your short skirt slip up to show the pretty, barely-there panties you’d picked out this morning. You linger for a bit longer than necessary, letting James take in the view from where he stands across from the bed.

“Got it.” You emerge with the wand, sitting back on your legs and turning to James with a smile.

His mouth is slightly open. He blinks, eyes dazed and pupils blown behind his lenses. “That’s, uh…” He blinks a few more times, faster. “That’s great, sweetheart. Glad you found it.”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Gods.” Sirius nearly chokes when he sees you in the kitchen. “You’re looking nice today, angel.”

You almost roll your eyes. You’re only wearing a tank top and underwear, but apparently that’s all it takes when your boyfriend’s been so long without any of you. Instead, you plaster on a coy smile.

“Thanks,” you say, as though you hadn’t noticed. “You look nice, too.”

Sirius is making eyes at you as he leans his elbows on the counter. Like you’re the one who needs to worry. “Whatcha making, sweet thing?”

“Chocolate mousse. I’m just working on melting the chocolate right now.” You dip your forefinger into the warm, gooey liquid, bringing it to your mouth and sucking the chocolate off. You keep your eyes on Sirius’, so you can see the exact moment when his darken. “Mmm, want to try?”

Sirius swallows. “Huh?”

You don’t bother looking innocuous, letting your eyes go droopy and suggestive in the way you know how. “I said, do you want some?”

He’s silent for so long you think he might ask you to repeat yourself again, but then he clears his throat and stammers, “Uh, no—no thanks, doll. I’m good.”

You pout. “It’s really good, though. Here, have a taste.” You cross the few steps between you and kiss him.

Sirius takes a second to kiss you back, but when he does it’s so wanting that you don’t even have to be sneaky about winding one of your hands into his hair while using the other to bring his to your ass. He squeezes, and you moan into his mouth, grinding your hips into his just slightly.

Sirius gasps, breaking away. He takes one step back, then another, putting distance between you as he tries to blink the glaze from his eyes. “Minx,” he whispers accusingly, and flees the kitchen.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Thanks, baby.” You bat your eyelashes up at Remus as he brings you a glass of water from the kitchen.

He lets out a low chuckle. “I know what you’re doing.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you hum.

Remus gives you a deadpan look, but there’s a glint of amusement in his amber eyes. “Earlier this morning, I went into our bedroom to find James, pantsless, with a hard-on.” It takes every ounce of control you have not to grin, but Remus quirks a brow like you have anyway. “And then a little while ago, Sirius came running out of the kitchen like something was chasing him, and he could barely speak. You didn’t have anything to do with that, dovey?”

You let your eyes go wide and innocent as you shake your head. “Maybe they’re just getting sick of your competition.”

“Mm, unlikely,” Remus hums, and his surety of his own willpower only worsens your determination to make him falter. “But if that’s the story you want to stick with, that’s fine.”

You frown at him, the glass of water slippery with condensation in your palm. “Well, I—oh, damn!” you tip the glass of water into Remus’ lap, soaking his pants. He freezes, gasping at the cold. “I’m so sorry, honey. Here, let me help.” Luckily for you, you’d (completely coincidentally, of course) left a tea towel nearby earlier. You take it, blotting at Remus’ crotch with touches that start urgent but become lingering as you go on. After a minute, there’s really nothing left to sop up, and Remus hands are laid flat on the couch, every inch of him tense as you dab at his bulge with slow, tantalizing touches.

When he speaks, his voice is low, gravelly. “You’re a lot more conniving than we give you credit for, you know that?”

You let your lips curl into a smile, leaving your hand to rest on his crotch. “I know.”

Remus tips his head back, letting his eyes slip closed as he takes a slow, deep breath. “Fuck it.”

You blink. “Huh?”

In the next second, Remus is gripping your hips and hoisting you up against him, your chest pressed to his. You inhale sharply as he stands, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he’s kissing at your throat, master of multitasking while he carries you into the bedroom.

He nips at your jaw, and you giggle deliriously. “I won?” you ask, hardly believing it. Of all your boyfriends, you thought Remus had the least chance of breaking down before the others.

His chuckle reverberates through you, and warmth flares in your core in response. “Sure you did, sweetheart. Though I think by the time we’re done here, who exactly won will be a bit more debatable.”

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honey-flustered · 7 months

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Along For The Ride (Part 1 of 2)

MDNI +18 Only!!

Farmer!Older!Beefy!Eddie Munson/ Mean!Bougie!Fem!Reader

Summary: A drunken joyride leads you in the midst of Eddie Munson, who’s seeking repayment for the damages made to his property by you. Fed up with your constant misbehavior, your father makes a deal with Eddie in which you will do some manual labor around his farm in exchange. You’re not too pleased with this arrangement and your differences in personalities lead to a clashing of heads…and tongues?? (8.5k words)

A/N: I have not written in ages. It is really tough being a writer with the pressures I place on myself to be perfect, to gain more likes and followers, to write things as quickly as possible. I’m learning to fall in love with writing again. It’s a slow process but someday I’ll be able to share all the great things I’ve been working on for the past year. Anyway, here is my start to starting my journey again and thank you all for supporting me.

Older!Eddie photo edit by: @/eddiemunsons-missingnipple

CW: fluff and lots of angst, enemies to friends to lovers trope, SLOW BURN, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), mean!affluent!reader, bad girl reader, light smut/eventual heavy smut, bratty!reader, ugly duckling turned swan trope, reader character development, mean friends, minor canon events from tv series (chrissy death, eddie accused of chrissy and other victims deaths), limited knowledge of farm life and work, drunk driving, consumption of marijuana and alcohol, committing of property crimes, return of reader’s ex, mentions of insecurities, descriptive and graphic language, lots of sexual tension, kissing, dry humping, eddie cums in his pants

You bellow out the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s “We Are Never Getting Back Together” along with your three friends, not a care in the world for who would be unfortunate enough to hear you in the chilly 3 am evening. The girls pass around a bottle of tequila when your best friend, Tana, —seated in the passenger seat— attempts to pour a shot into your mouth.

“Babe, no. I drank enough at the club. The guy that asked for my number was practically throwing them at me. I had to kill a plant by pouring my drinks onto the poor thing. Men ruin everything.” You pout.

“Amen to that, sis,” Tana says, snapping her fingers. “Had a guy tell me that he thinks I’m the one for him. Turns out, he’s married with a baby on the way.”

You all playfully point your index fingers to your tongues, faking gags before leading into a giggling fit.

“I had a guy ghost me because he didn’t like me sharing my selfies on social media. Said that ‘they should only be exclusive to him’.” Your friend, Essie, shares.

“I feel like we need to get back at men for the shit they put us through,” Brooke chimes in. “I’m in the mood to make a man fall to his knees, whimpering for mercy.”

“You kinky little minx!” You laugh. “Are you trying to make men pay or are you trying to get laid?”

“Can it be both?” Brooke says, biting her acrylic-donned thumb.

“I say…” Tana calls attention to herself, raising a hand. “We choose a random house on this street to wreak our vengeance. One of the homes has to belong to a man.”

“I’m in!” Essie beams.

“Me too.” Brooke says, high fiving Tana for her devious plan.

“I don’t know, guys,” You say, reluctant to rain on their parade. “We’re pretty drunk but I don’t think we’re drunk enough to want vandalism charges. Let’s just go to one of those rage rooms and let out all this pent up energy. We could scream out female rage lines from our fave movies and break shit.”

“That’s…okay but it’s not as epic as Tana’s idea,” Essie says, leaning forward to be in better earshot range. “Come on, y/n. It’s only for tonight. You know, we’re just having some harmless girl time fun. It’s not like we’ll be breaking and entering. We’re just gonna do some silly stuff then leave. Pleeaaase. I just broke up with my boyfriend. I need this.”

You take a quick glance at the girls who all send big, puppy eyes your way. You sigh then laugh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

They cheer at your response, knowing that they’ve won. You raise a hand to cease their cheers and they quickly go dead silent. “Since, I’m the most sober one here. We’re doing this my way,” While staring at the road ahead, a smirk slowly spreads across your face. “I get to choose the place.”

——————

The four of you sneak onto the open field, tiptoeing through the tall grass. Based on the smell wafting in the air, you are certain there are barn animals nearby.

With a nasal tone in her voice from holding her nose, Tana says, “Ugh, how could anyone work around this icky smell?”

“Shhh,” You order, putting a finger to your lips. “If we need to be quiet if this is going to be a successful in and out mission. Do you remember the plan?”

“How could I forget? It’s the most basic prank ever.” Tana whisper-yells, holding up the two rolls of toilet paper in her hands.

“It’s still a huge pain to the homeowner,” You defend confidently before letting out a wicked giggle. “He will be so inconvenienced when he wakes up in the morning.”

Tana shakes her head lovingly at you before peering to her right and left. “Umm, y/n, where’s Essie and Brooke?”

Your eyes widen as you unintelligibly peer to your right and left as well despite knowing the space is empty. “Oh shit,” You facepalm. “How could we have let them out of our sight? Who knows what those morons are doing?”

“Hew we awe,” Essie carries a ‘baby talk’ inflection as she materializes from the dark bluish night with a medium-sized pig cradled in her arms. “Evwyone meet Wilbur.”

“I’m sorry but where the hell did you get that pig?!” You say, no longer able to keep your voice to a whisper.

“The barn, obviously.” Brooke replies.

“What happened to not breaking and entering?! I take my eyes off you two for a second and you’ve already broken a handful of crimes.” You scold.

“But we’re saving him, y/n. You don’t want this pig to become bacon, do you?” Essie says, holding up the pig near your face only for it to wiggle out of her grasp and take off running.

“We’ve gotta catch that stupid fucking pig!” You yell and the girls obey. The group comically chases the animal around, slipping and sliding through mud and crops. In the chaos, the pig makes contact with the toilet paper you’ve long abandoned, tossing it around with the help of the forceful winds to guide it all over the field.

You spot the pig approaching the door of a small blue cottage. You dive forward, fully immersed in the thick mud that soiled your white tank top and denim skirt and you cared little for this fact with your concerns focused on obtaining the pig in your arms. He squeals and whines against you as you plead for its compliance.

Suddenly the porch lights turn on, shining down on you like a spotlight. The door swings open and not long after you’re forced to look into the eyes of your prosecutor from the ground.

A rugged, older man with unruly, curls of brown hair cascading down his shoulders and the deepest brown eyes that are as large as buttons. The same eyes that were now staring down angrily at you.

“What the fuck?” He says through gritted teeth. It’s not until he sees the full extent of your wrath that he decides to emphasize his previous statement with a fury of a thousand suns. “What. The. Fuck!”

You swallow hard, releasing the pig as you collect yourself off the floor. The man feels no need to check whether his pet had entered the home safely, wanting his eyes to focus on you in case you tried running.

“I-I could explain. W-we were just—”

“We?” He abruptly interrupts, upholding the gruffness in his tone.

You were afraid that he’d say that. After all, those bitches were a little too quiet for your liking. After looking behind you to confirm their abandonment, you slowly face your prosecutor once again.

Swallowing the hard lump in your throat you begin, you try scrambling for an answer. This is already a very terrifying situation. This man looked terrifying himself. He’s robust in build, littered with tattoos, and had piercings. You don’t see men like him everyday or at all on your side of town. Men usually groomed themselves like ken dolls where you come from. But when you have come across men that look like him, the experience has always been a negative one—-only this time you were the one at fault.

“I’m sorry.” You shrug with an awkward smile then tack on a “Please don’t call the cops.”

He sighs deeply. “I’m not going to call the cops…”

“Oh, thank god.” You sigh in relief, a hand to your beating chest.

“You’re going to call your parents,” He finishes. “And you are going to tell them that we’re going to come up with a solution for this or I will be calling the police.”

“Oh, fuuuck.” You groan.

————-

“I’m so very sorry, sir. Truly,” Your father says after profusely apologizing for the 7th time since his arrival. “She’s been acting out a lot ever since she’d gone away to university. My wife and I don’t know this girl but she is not the y/n we raised.”

You roll your eyes at the comment, texting away at your friends who wanted to know the details of your capture. Meanwhile, you’re too busy cursing them out to care about how badly you’ll be punished for this.

“I’m just glad things didn’t get any worse or when someone could’ve seriously ended up getting hurt.” The farmer says, staring pointedly at you.

“Now I was thinking…though I could very well pay for the trouble and we could be out of your hair, I’m a man that likes to go above and beyond when it comes to taking responsibility. My daughter’s exceedingly aware of this fact about myself,” Your father scoots his seat up closer to the table, fingers together as if proposing a business plan. “It appears that you might need some temporary assistance in tending to your farm work. If you’re looking for an extra set of hands to help with some manual labor for the next two weeks, my daughter is happy to oblige.”

“Excuse me!” You say, attention fully invested in the conversation. “Tell me you're joking.”

“Nope. You are grounded. Meaning that though you are visiting for spring break, you are currently under my roof, my rules. I am still your parent after all. To clarify, there will be no going out with your friends. You are to come straight to

Mr. Munson’s farm every day after your time at your mother’s shop. You’ll help the gentleman around with whatever he asks of you.” Your father explains.

“And what if I don’t?” You ask, defiant.

“Then you’ll be cut off and you’ll have to earn money on your own.”

“Y-you m-mean a j-job?” You ask, horrified.

“Exactly.” Your father confirms.

You stare wide-eyed at farmer Munson who has a prominent smirk on his face. “I like the sound of that, sir. You’re a good man.”

You shriek in anger. “You’re the worst!”

You furiously stomp out of the home, hating your life and men once again.

————

Your father had no doubts that you’d be going to work on the farm once he’d threaten to take away your (his) money. When you arrive at the address, you’re immediately reminded how you're not on your side of town anymore. It’s officially Hickville.

Reluctantly knocking on the door, you hope that Eddie won’t answer the door, praying that he’s changed his mind and took the money instead. Unfortunately, he answers the door with a huge smile in contrast to your deadpan demeanor.

“Oh, come on, lighten up, sugar. I made some of my famous iced tea ahead. One taste and it’ll all seem worth it.”

“It’s not fair!” You rant, pushing passed him. “Why am I being the only one punished? This was all Brooke’s idea. And Essie was the one who stole the goddamn pig.”

“His name is Wilbur,” Eddie corrects. “And who are we talking about exactly?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You sigh. “Bad things always happen to good people.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie says, staring you down.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You really think you’re the victim in all of this?”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we check out the lovely view of the TP’d trees blowing in the wind?” He asks sarcastically, gesturing to his window.

“It’s just a little toilet paper. Never had a little prank done on you.”

“Wow,” He feigns a smile, shaking his head at you. “Your audacity to diminish all the negative things you’ve done to me into the spirit of good fun is astounding.”

“My therapist did always say I have a knack for looking at things on the bright side.” You retort.

“Is that so?” He asks mockingly. “Well then, you’re gonna love this special job I have for you.”

—————

Which leads you to the situation you’re in now. You’re staring into the eyes of a cow whose large brown eyes kind of reminded you of farmer Munson except they actually held kindness in them and not pure disdain.

“There’s no way I’m milking this thing. I have no idea how to do that,” You say, prompting Eddie to raise a suggestive eyebrow at you. “You know what I mean, pervert.”

Suddenly, an idea clicked in your head. Maybe you could use this ‘pervert’ thing to your advantage. He’s obviously single or he wouldn’t be this much of a crab. You can easily seduce him and get out of doing anything!

“Mr. Munson,” You say with a purr in your voice as you press yourself up against him. “I’m actually really good at milking other things after all. You’ve got me pegged at that. Maybe…I can show you just how skillful my mouth and hands can be for you.”

He laughs. He fucking chuckles in your face. How fucking dare he?! “That was rich. Seriously, that performance was just…moving. You can try to sway me with sex all ya want, hun. Trust me there are women and men who’ve tried,” He slightly narrows the gap between your faces, staring you down. “I don’t buckle under that kinda pressure, sugar. It’ll take a lot more than salacious words to make my dick jump. Now why don’t we go back to the task at hand, shall we?”

You’re fuming. This asshole really thinks he can get away with making you out to be a fool. Well, two could play that game. You’re going to make his existence for the next two weeks feel like a total nightmare.

He seats you on a small stool beside the cow before instructing you on how to milk her. You halfheartedly reach for an udder, shrieking at the feel of it between your fingers.

“This is so gross!” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m going to disassociate and imagine that I’m in a niche boutique in Manhattan.”

“Ah, spending daddy’s money even in your dreams. How thoughtful.” He mutters.

“You have no right to judge me just because you think I’m privileged.” You snap.

“I don’t ‘think’ you’re privileged. You are privileged. See the difference?”

You tug on an udder, purposefully targeting him as the milk drenches him. His face puckers his face before staring daggers at you.

“Oops.” You say in a sickeningly sweet tone.

——————

You begrudgingly enter your house key into the doorknob, body aching from the day's work. The moment you enter, your father’s happy-go-lucky spirit engulfs you and it takes everything in you not to explode.

“Hey, honey, how was your first day?”

“Question, father,” You begin, calling him the formal term instead of “papa” or “dad”. “Do you love me?”

“Now what kind of silly question is that?” He reverts back with his own question, befuddled.

“I’m just curious because I don’t think a father who truly loves their daughter would ever put her through the kind of hell I just went through today.” You respond.

“You milked a cow,” Your teenager brother, Aspen, enters the dining room before beginning a dramatic act. “Someone save the poor girl! She’s gaining new life experiences! You are such primadonna.”

“Shut up, ya little twerp.” You say, pulling his hoodie over his face.

“Your brother’s right, dear,” Your father says. “You are being really dramatic. I don’t get it. You never used to be this way. You loved reading books and conducting personal science experiments and geeking out over your favorite movies—”

“That just isn’t me anymore, dad. The sooner you accept that, the better it is for us all.” You grumble.

He decides to drop the topic in favor of keeping the peace for the dinner your mom prepared for the family to enjoy as a unit. But your mind couldn’t help but to wander back to those times where you were seen as a nerd and bullied for being different and having different interests. University was a different story though. There, you were able to reinvent yourself into the hot bad bitch you know today.

But why is it that your father’s words resonated so much with you? Had it been because it wasn’t the makeover or the new friends and partners you’d make along the way…it was the fact that he knew that you, yourself, couldn’t believe your own act. He knows that you're lying to yourself about liking the person you’ve become. No way could ever admit such a thing to him. And it’s not like you’d feel this way forever. Once you’re done with this hell labor with Eddie “The Devil” Munson, you can go back to your popular life.

————

The routine continued including your constant pushback. It went: shadowing your mother for the day with her bridal clients, heading over to the Munson farm soon after, non stop bickering between the two of you for 2 hours, then heading back home to soak your aching body and curse out the world.

Today is no different with the task of you grooming the stupid pig that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Wilbur. His name’s—”

“I know!” You shout at him, gathering the metal pail and wooden brush from the table. You grumpily made your way to the backyard of the home in search of the shed supposedly carrying the soap to clean the pig. When you notice Wilbur rushes out of a trailer home stationed in the backyard. “Hey, get back here!”

The pig is long gone and you don't care to chase after it once your interest is piqued by the mystery home in the backyard. Searching around to make sure there were no signs of Mr. Munson, you enter the place cautiously.

It’s as if the trailer had been stuck in the 1980s. Everything is vintage and old looking but also well kept. You see photos of the younger Eddie Munson scattered around the walls of the home and—-though you hate to admit it—he was just as handsome as he is now. In some of the photos including one pinned to the fridge by a magnet, you can see an older man. Maybe his father.

Your eye catches an old poetry assignment also pinned to the fridge with a large ‘C+’ above it. A little note at the top explaining his grade being contributed to some misspellings and some inappropriate language despite the good work.

You raise the paper to your eyes and read:

If I Were A Hobbit

If I were a hobbit, I’d be so free

I’d frolic in the grass and smoke some trees

With furry feet and a merry heart

From adventure’s call, I’d never depart

With Bilbo’s tales, I’d while away time.

In the beautiful land of Middle Earth’s rhyme

I’d wander the fields beneath the sun

I’d travel it world cause it’s all in good fun

If I were a hobbit, maybe I wouldn’t get laid

But, hey, it’s goddamn worth the price I paid

You giggle, amused at how fun Mr. Munson had been long ago. You wonder what could’ve happened. Immersed in the poem, you were unaware of his arrival until he whispered haughtily into your ear.

“We’re continuing the trend of breaking and entering, I see.”

You jolt away, facing him. “I-I’m sorry. But you said that I had to look for a shed. Should be more specific.”

“This looks like a shed to you, sugar?”

“Trailer…shed…it’s no different.”

He chuckles dryly. “You are a piece of work.”

“Look who’s talking? You know, you seemed a lot more fun when you were a teenager.” You comment, holding up the poem.

“Give me that,” He yanks from your hands, placing it back on the fridge. “Ain’t anyone ever tell you it’s wrong to go snooping around people’s things. Wait, who am I kidding? I met your father. Even if he were to have taught you these things, you’d probably go against him.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You hiss.

“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He retorts.

“Then, I hope you don’t mind if I continue to do so.” You say, pushing past him to go into the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, hot on your trail.

You enter a bedroom and it’s another blast from the past. The typical kind of teenage boy bedroom. It’s no shock to you that he's a metalhead. You begin to rummage through his collection.

“You little brat,” He huffs. “I’m too old to be dealing with this shit!”

“Live a little,” You say, popping in a blues cassette into the radio. “Dance with me.”

He stands in the middle of the room, arms crossed as you begin to dance in circles around him. Your boot kicks up a newspaper article crumpled up on the ground and you go to retrieve it, ignoring Eddie’s protests.

It is an article about 15 years ago that expresses Eddie Munson’s exoneration in the death of Chrissy Cunningham and him receiving only a $50,000 settlement. It also goes into detail that his only known immediate family and caretaker, Wanye Munson, had died just a month before his release.

“Oh my god, Mr. Munson. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” You trail off, knowing what to say or even where to begin.

“It’s all in the past now,” He sighs. “Besides, I’m fine now. I still have my friends. They are like family. They’ve got their own lives but when they can they check on me. That’s more than enough.”

Without thinking, your arms curl around his body and for the first time you get to feel his body against yours and it’s addicting. He tenses for a moment, unsure whether this is okay but eventually he melts into your embrace.

His beefy arms cradle you, a large hand resting atop your head. Your heartbeats fall in sync with one another’s and you allow yourself the brief moment to nuzzle into his chest, the chest hairs peeking above his tank top tickles the tip of your nose.

You dare to look him in the eyes, seeing them already looking down at you. They were wet with unshed tears, pleading with you for something. It’s the first time you’ve seen that look on his face and like a magnet you're drawn to it. You’re suddenly moving on your own accord, tiptoeing to brush your nose against his. He lowers his face to your level. Your lips are only a mere centimeters from his full ones when the sound of his phone ringing takes you both out of the moment.

He’s quick to pull away as if freed from an intense spell. Excusing himself, he leaves the room and heads outside. You’re left standing in the room alone, the soft, rhythmic melody of blues playing in the background.

Willing yourself to cool down, you decide to go on with your original task and find Wilbur while hoping it’ll shake off the electric feeling he left on your skin.

————————-

Bathing the pig proved to be quite the distraction because this little shit is making you use all your brain power to keep it still. Having stripped into just your bikini and rainboots, you held the pig for dear life as you washed and scrubbed at him and practically yourself.

You notice Eddie from the corner of your eye, stifling laughter as he leaned against a nearby tree.

“By the way, I’ve already washed off all the barn animals, tended to my crops, and was able to make myself a sandwich in the meantime. You, however, you’re still working on Wilbur. Or should I say, he’s working you.”

“Hardee har har,” You say, unamused. “Will you just help me with this pig?”

“Alright, alright,” He says, heading over to you. The pig immediately jumps from his grasp and into your arms. “It’s all in the technique.”

“Easy for you to say. He already knows you.” You grumble.

“Now what you’re gonna want to do is come up behind him. He's a big fella so in order to hold him down you’ll need to straddle him like this and place your hands down firmly on his back. That way he’ll know to stay put,” Eddie says getting into position, his boots digging in the dirt for some leverage. “He’ll tussle with ya a little but it’s only because he’s not used to being handled by other humans. He’s still a little frantic with me even after all these years. I saved him from the slaughterhouse so it comes with the territory.”

“You mean you weren’t going to turn him into bacon?”

“No, sugar, Wilbur’s family. Now get up on here with me. Don’t put too much of your weight on him. Only just enough to hold him down.” He instructs.

You follow suit, straddling the pig and placing your hands over Eddie’s before looking back over your shoulder at him. “Like this?”

“Just like that, sugar. You’re a natural. See? Now I’m just gonna go ahead and get up and you’ll take the—”

“What? No, don’t leave me! He’ll just shake me off again.” You protest.

Sure enough, the pig began to shake the both of you off its back, side to side until you both fell back into the soil. You fall right into Eddie’s lap and he instinctively grips your hips hard, causing you to let out a yelp and scramble out of his grasp.

You sat on your knees, looking at him with wide eyes and he returned with the same expression. The blush on his face intensifies and you follow the way his hands rush to pull the cowboy hat from his head to hold against his lap.

He quickly looks away from you, clearing his throat.

“You’ve got—erm, your bikini bra…” You��ve never seen him so flustered. So speechless. You eish you could relish in it but when you realize exactly what he’s insinuating, you feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you wish the world will swallow you whole.

Your tit is hanging out for the world to see. A fucking nipple slip! Why did God cease at nothing to make you the butt of every joke?

You briskly adjust your bra, shaking in your boots. The itching desire to run heavy on your mind.

“I-I s-should go,” Your shaky legs somehow allow you to stand as you peer down at him. “Have a good evening, Mr. Munson.”

You stiffly power walk your way to the small cottage home to gather your discarded clothes on the porch. Eddie’s large hand rests on your shoulder.

“Wait! I can’t send you off like this. You’ll track mud in your car.”

“It’s not like I haven’t done that before.” You scoff.

“Why don’t you shower here and I’ll offer you some fresh clothes? I’ll be making my stir fry in case you're hungry.”

“You being nice to me all of a sudden, Mr. Munson?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t help but think there’s some kind of hidden agenda.”

He smiles a genuine 100-watt smile. “No, sugar. I’m just extending some needed hospitality is all.”

—————

You pull on the long sleeved t-shirt Eddie offered you, studying its logo. A horned demon, swords, dice and so on.

“It’s my old high school club t-shirt.” He says, coming to sit beside you on the couch.

“You were in a Dungeons and Dragons club?”

“You know D’N’D?”

“Know it?! I loved that game.” You say, excitedly.

“I didn’t think kids in your generation still played that game.” He laughs.

“Oh, yeah,” You nod. “I was a dungeon master. My campaigns were fire. Anyone who’d joined my games would always go around telling their friends to come see me in action.”

“No way! I was a dungeon master, too! I took it a little too seriously at times but it was like my second passion,” He looks you up and down. “I would have never thought someone like you would be into that kinda stuff.”

“I’ll ignore your sly comment to clarify that I wasn’t always like this back in high school.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Well, you heard my dad. I used to be a goody two-shoes. A nerd. And I even dressed the part, too. The old me would’ve totally geeked at your Hobbit poem. I’m different now though.”

“What’s so wrong about being a nerd?” He inquires, scooting closer to you.

“I used to get bullied everyday. Boys would ignore me. Even the geeks would only ever see me as a friend. When I got to university, that all changed. Everyone wanted me.”

“I think if I’d known you then, we’d probably be good friends.”

“Yeah right. I seemed like the bad boy type who falls for the cheerleader. You wouldn’t have looked twice in my direction.”

“No,” Eddie says firmly, staring you intensely in the eyes. “I would see you.”

He repeats for emphasis. “I see you.”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat, choking back tears. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. It’s strange to be so open with a man who 5 days ago you would have choked with your bare hands.

“Besides,” He says, breaking the silence. “I think it’s you who would have ignored me. I’m not the bad boy you think I am. Sure, I was a bit of a troublemaker here and there. But I was a huge geek, too. Hadn’t even lost my virginity until age 36. A year after my release. No girl wanted to fuck me back in high school. I was ‘the freak’. To some people today, I still am one regardless if I’m innocent.”

“I would’ve believed you’re innocent. I’d have been by your side, too. Us, geeks, have to stick together, yeah?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah.”

There’s that magnetic pull again. The attraction that makes you want to be as close to him as possible. You resist not wanting to make that move again but he takes the initiative, leaning in further only this time you're interrupted once again with the sound of your phone ringing. You throw a silent fit in your head. Eddie’s just as frustrated, expelling a long duration of air from his nose.

“Hello.” You say, answering the phone.

“Hey, baby,” A familiar voice says on the line. “It’s been months. I still think about our time in Venice and this spring fever is only making it harder to ignore.”

Now the memories come flooding in. It’s an ex-fling you met while studying abroad in Italy during your freshman year of university. The man who’d taken your virginity and showed you the ropes to popularity. The moment you left Italy you expected him to call you back but he immediately ghosted you. From then on, you became the maneater you are today.

“What do you want?”

You, of course. I hear you are back in your hometown. Luckily for you, I am doing some research here and I was wondering—-“

“Luckily for me? Are you on drugs, Stefan? I don’t care if you want me. You could forget my number and then you’ll forget me. Have a goodnight.” You quickly hang up the call, ignoring his pleas.

“Is everything alright?” Eddie asks, noticing the way you’re hyperventilating.

“I am now,” You sigh. “That was my ex. He was also my first. He treated me like shit made me feel stupid and like I needed him as if he created me. And back then, I felt like I did need him. Then he ghosted me. It felt good to give him a piece of my mind although I wish I could have said more.”

“I think you said enough. I’m certain you hit him where it hurts.” He laughs.

“I should probably go.” You say, standing up from the couch to grab your coat.

“What happened to staying for dinner?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Munson”

“Eddie. You can call me Eddie.”

“Eddie,” You say, testing his name on your tongue. You’re not exactly sure if you’re ready to be this informal with him despite your almost kisses and the boob slip incident. “I’m sorry but his call has left me shaken. I think I need to be in the company of my girls.”

“You mean, the girls who got you into trouble and left you behind? The ones your parents warned you to stay away from?”

“Come on, dude, I need this. It’s not like you can give me great advice about guys.”

“I could. Considering I am one.”

“Well, I don’t think we’re close enough for that kind of session.”

“We just had this whole heart to heart. I thought we were seeing some improvement in our friendship.” Eddie says.

“We’re friends?”

“Us, geeks, stick together?”

“That’s just an oath. Doesn’t exactly confirm a friendship between us.”

He exhales deeply, trying to contain his anger. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I tell your father about your little hangout.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” Your eyes narrow at him.

“That would suggest that I’d be getting anything of value out of this which I wouldn’t be. Therefore, no this isn’t blackmail but it is definitely a threat. I don’t care if we’re friends. I don’t care to be your friend, sugar. But as the more responsible adult between us, I think it’s within our best interest that you don’t hang out with the people who cause you to commit crimes. So, I think I’ll be taking you home, hmm?”

“And what about my car?”

“I’ll take good care of it for tonight. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for your next job.” He smiles smugly.

If looks could kill, he’d be 7 feet under and you’d already be in hell.

————

Eddie pulls up to the front of your house. The whole ride there had been silent. You angrily gather your things, hurriedly trying to exit his van.

“Have a goodnight, sugar!” He shouts as you slam the door in his face.

Once you’re inside, you do the routine process of angrily ranting out your annoyance with farmer Munson while stomping angrily up the stairs. Your family used to this by now simply goes about business as usual.

You dial up Tana and after a couple rings she answers. “Hey, bitch! I was just about to text you the news. Did you hear who’s in town?”

“Yeah, Stefan, I know. How’d you know?”

“He's been calling me nonstop asking for you. Says he wants to talk to you.”

“I already did. Told him to fuck off,” You say. “And I thought I’d feel a lot better about it but I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get to stomp on his weirdly-shaped small dick.”

“Oh, yeeahh. I remember the dick pic he sent you. It is weird, isn’t it? Like an undeveloped banana. Anywho…you wanna get high at my place and watch America’s Next Top Model reruns. I’ve got Jell-O shots.” She singssongs the last statement.

“I can’t remember. I’m on lockdown,” You sigh. “If I get into any more trouble or I might as well hand over a contract of my soul to the devil.”

“Bitch, you are a grown woman. These are the best years of our lives where we’re supposed to live it to the fullest. Sneak out! I’m coming over to pick you up.”

“Tana, n—” But she’s already hung up the call. Sometimes, you really hate this girl. With no choice, you’re forced to make a plan.

Firstly, you create a human-shaped pile in your bed, disguising it with your comforter. Next, you’ll be climbing out of your window and quietly land on your lawn. Finally, you enter your friend’s car and you’ll be homefree.

Although, the climb is a lot more daunting than you anticipated. It seemed like a lot of a higher jump from where you are standing. Tana’s car pulls in and she rushes out to jump up and wave, whisper-yelling to encourage you to do it.

“Tana, this is fucking crazy. You always make me do crazy shit.” You yell down at her.

“But it’s all for the sake of fun experiences.” She retorts. “Come on and jump. Be the bad bitch, you are. Think for a second. WWBD: What would Beyonce do?”

“She'd probably fire you as a friend.” You growl.

“Fair enough.”

“Okay, I’m ready to jump. Just be ready to catch me.”

“What?” Before Tana could register what you meant, you jumped, hurtling into her arms and straight to the ground.

“Huh, that wasn’t so bad.” You smile.

“Yeah, because I’m the one breaking your fall.” Tana groans.

“Payback’s a bitch, love.”

—————

“So, is the farmer plowing your garden?” Tana asks, while applying mascara to your eyelashes.

“Tana!”

“What? That’s got to be the only reason you’re officially over Stefan.” She says.

“I was already over Stefan. Eddie’s just my headache.”

“You’re on first name bases with him. Oh, you are definitely fucking him.”

“I’m not!” You insist.

“And did you say Eddie? That’s the infamous Eddie Munson. How could I have not seen the connection? He’s so hot. Is that okay to say about a murderer?”

“He’s not a murderer.” You quickly defend him causing Tana to raise her hands in surrender.

“Yikes, I’m sorry I didn't mean to offend your friend.”

“He’s not my…well, he is. But…he’s not a murderer. He never killed her. I did some digging on the internet and this town used to be really strange back then. Not how it is now. I don’t know but the circumstances in all the deaths that happened back in ‘86 are all too weird. No human could do the things that I’ve seen done to those corpses.”

“Bummer. Guess we’ll never know who did it. I hear people who know of this case still harass him to this day. It’s no wonder he practically lives off the grid.” Tana sighs. A knock at her front door leads her away and you’re alone to ponder your thoughts.

An overwhelming need to comfort Eddie hits you as you thought back to the moment he’d asked you to stay for dinner. You assumed it was all a ploy to get into your pants but now you realize that he’d genuinely enjoyed the little company he’d gotten.

You hear Tana’s footsteps and a set of another coming up the stairs and before you could get a chance to tell her that you’ll be leaving, she enters the room with your ex.

“What the hell is this?” You sneer.

“I just thought maybe you should hear him out.” Tana says with an anxious smile.

“I’m out of here.” You say, grabbing your jacket from her bed.

“Where are you going? Your car’s not here.” Tana rushes down the stairs after you.

“I’ll walk!” You hiss over your shoulder, pulling the door open where you’re unfortunately met with the presence of your father, brother, and the devil himself.

“Mr. Munson? Dad? What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing.” Your father says.

Stefan steps out from behind you, handing you a piece of paper. “I can see that it is a bad time, mi cara. Please, call me when you can. It’s a new number since you’ve blocked my old one.”

With that, he acknowledges the men before him with a nod and leaves. It’s not lost on you that Eddie stares him down with a dirty look on his face before his eyes land back on you.

“If I could just explain...” You begin.

“No, y/n, I’m sick of your excuses. You sneak off at night to god knows where. You reek of pot and booze. Is this the type of example you want to set for your younger brother? He’ll be graduating next year. Should anticipate that his time in university will consist of lollygagging around instead of focusing on his career?”

You look over to your brother who, instead of carrying a smirk, he had a look of genuine concern for you.

“I was just having fun.”

“Is that all you can think about? When did fun require drugs and alcohol and committing crimes?! Fun for you used to be attending cosplaying conventions, not vandalizing properties and drunk driving.”

“Well, I’m not that anymore so you could fucking stop clinging to the past.” You yell.

Your father is taken aback and you could faintly see the waterline rising in his eyes. “Get in the car. Now!”

You shoot Eddie an angry look. “Us, geeks, stick together? Forget anything I ever said about believing in you.”

Your heart twinges at the shattered look on his face at your statement. No longer wanting to see the extent of your blow, you brush past him and follow your father’s command.

“As for you, young lady,” your father points to Tana. “I will be in touch with your parents regarding your misconduct.”

Tana’s mouth drops in complete shock at this revelation and for a moment you actually are proud of your dad.

————-

You plop yourself onto your bed, crying your eyes out. Not even really crying for yourself but for Eddie. How could you have been so cruel to him? All for the reason that he cares enough about you to make sure you aren’t getting into trouble. There’s no way he’d ever forgive you for the way you spoke to him.

A knock on your door calls to your attention. You reluctantly answer, knowing you’ll be getting yet another punishment. You’re surprised to find your brother, Aspen, at the door.

“What do you want, twerp?” You say.

“You should really apologize to dad. You made him cry. I’ve never seen him like that.” He says.

“I know. It’s just that I hate when people remind me that I was…a loser. I didn’t mean to be so awful to him, though.”

“You were never a loser. In fact, I used to think you were pretty cool. I wanted to be comfortable in my weirdness as you were. I’m happy that you’re finding yourself and all. But you don’t have to change who you are to appease anyone. Not even dad. It’s your life, sis. If you like drinking and partying, that’s okay. If you like reading nerdy books and cosplaying, that’s okay, too. As long as it’s something you want to do and not something you do to make people like you. So stop acting like you’re some psycho fembot that wants to spend the rest of her life in and out of jail.”

“Wow, Aspen, I’m impressed. I did not know you could speak incoherent sentences.” You tease, pulling him into a hug.

“Fuck off.” He laughs, struggling to free from your tight embrace.

————

The next day, after some time to think of your apologies. You began with your father. He admitted to you that he was scared of the thought of you growing up and not needing him and let’s just say that the two of you ended up bawling in each other’s arms and confessing your love and appreciation for one another by the end of it. Your busy event planner mother stumbled into the scene both heartwarmed and confused.

The next one is going to be a tough one for you. But you felt prepared with a handy long written note in your hand in case you needed to find the right words.

However, the moment you arrived on his farm and were met with the look of indifference on his face, you began to break down sobbing. Hard. The thought letter long abandoned to the ground.

His demeanor immediately softens, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“I-I’m s-so sorry….you…friend…mean…,” You gasp an unintelligible apology through your tears. “Bitchy…geeks…believe you…stupid pig Wilbur…never would have met a great man like youuuu.”

He gives you a small smile, pulling you into his embrace. “I know, I know.”

“Understand?” You ask.

“Yes, sugar. I understand what you said. Crystal clear.”

“Accept?”

“Yes, I accept your apology.” Eddie laughs.

“You don’t hate me?”

“I never hated you. Even when you’re being an annoying brat. ” He says.

“Good,” You sniffle, pulling away from him to wipe your tears and compose yourself. “I’m happy we’re friends again.”

“Friends? Who said anything about friends?” He quips before patting your shoulder. “Yeah, we’re friends again.”

“Now you could get to work and then later you can make me that stir fry that I've been dying to try.” You beam, skipping into his home.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” He challenges.

For the day, the two of you would groom the horses together. Of course, you were still quite jumpy and the bougie princess he knows you to be but it was nothing he didn’t find amusing about it anyway.

“You should seriously take a look at my note though. I really thought out all the things I had to say for you. My weeping apology was only the tip of the iceberg.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think anything in that note will top that moment but I’ll take your word for it.”

“Read it when you’re alone though. I don’t want to see your face when you read it.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you’ll be all smug about.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“And you say you hardly know me,” He chuckles then switches to a serious, gruff tone. “So…Stefan…he’s a looker. Thinking about going back on your word to end things with him.”

You laugh. “I’m playing it by ear. He says he’s changed but that’s every jerks’ favorite line.”

“Just let him know that if he ever hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.” He threatens.

You step into Eddie’s space, his face flushes at the close proximity. Your hand raises up to cradle his heated cheek. “You couldn’t hurt a fly, Edward Allan Munson.”

Lost in your eyes, he fails to notice you tug the joint nuzzled behind his ears. Until you raise it up to his face with a knowing smile. “You smoke weed?”

“Baby, I used to be a dealer. In fact, I still grow my own supply.”

“No way.”

“Oh yeah. Maybe I was the freak but those jocks and cheerleaders were begging for a piece of my supply.”

“You wouldn’t mind if we smoke this one together.” You suggest.

“After your father chewed you out for it last night?”

“He knows I do it. And I learned this morning, after our heart-to-heart, that he was once a pothead, too. And now that I know that you are also a pothead, not only does this confirm my personal theory that most people smoke weed but also this makes our friendship so much more interesting.”

“You’re starting to throw that whole ‘friendship’ word around a lot more enthusiastically now.”

“My friend’s a dealer. I’m going to take full advantage of that.” You loop your arm around his guiding him to an empty stable so you can both fall against the hay.

He picks the hay from his hair, laughing. “I don’t even have a lighter and the fumes are not safe for the animals.”

“Babe,” You say almost insulted. “I always carry a lighter. You never know when you’ll find yourself in an impromptu smoke session or possibly get lost in the middle of the woods. Besides, we released the animals into the field for their little recess. We’re the only animals left here. Just you and me.”

“Alright, fine I guess we’re doing this. Don’t tell your dad about this, though. This will just be a one time thing.”

“Mhm, yeah sure, bud,” You say nonchalantly, busying yourself with lighting the joint. You hand over the joint to him and he protests, wanting you to take the first hit. You oblige. “It’s your joint. Don’t you know the rules? The one who bringeth, smoke..eth.”

“You wanted it badly so I let you take it first.”

“I didn’t want it ‘badly’. I’m not a fucking addict,” You laugh, bellowing out a puff of smoke. “I just thought it’d be a nice bonding moment. Wanna see how you get when you’re high.”

“It’s nothing special. I’m the same as I am now.” He shrugs.

“You mean, ‘a stick in the mud’?”

He bumps you with his shoulder causing you to lay back against the hay.

“You jerk, I just pick all that out of my hair.”

“Serves you right. Now hand me the joint. You’re hogging it,” He tries to reach for it but you raise it above your head. “You’re such a tease.

He attempts to reach for it again, falling on top of you. His full weight on your body is so damn delicious it takes everything in you not to moan. It doesn’t help that the weed has heightened your senses making you feel EVERYTHING. The way his hot breath feels tickling your neck along with the way his curls on his head gently caress your skin as he reaches for the joint. He seems oblivious to the state he leaves you in even after he’s gotten it until he lets out a puff of smoke in the air then looks back down at you once again. It’s evident he can see the darkened lust in your eyes because of the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He suddenly feels so thirsty and it isn’t because of the weed.

Afraid a moment like this will be interrupted once again, you lunge forward attacking his lips. He’s caught fully by surprise, a strangled moan swallowed up in your frenzied fit of passion. You’re the one controlling the kiss, forcing him to roll on his back so you can grind down on the sizable erection in his jeans. The friction from the fabric of your lace underwear and the rough denim of his jeans are an undefeated combination against your puffy clit, sending flood after flood of your wetness to pool between your legs.

The kisses are sloppy. Your hands are everywhere; in his hair, yanking his shirt for dear life. His hands cup your face before entwining in your hair then they’re around your neck, unable to keep them still because he’d like to feel every part of you just as you wish to do to him. Every so often growls would escape your lips as you grind harder and harder against him.

“Fuck, Eddie, you feel so fucking good.” You whisper desperately into his ear.

“So do you, sugar. Ain’t even inside you yet and I’m already about to blow.” He groans, sweaty forehead pressed against your own.

“Can I fuck you, Mr. Munson?” You plead.

And the whine Eddie lets out confirms that it won’t be happening anytime soon. You look between your bodies, seeing the dark, wet patch on his jeans then back up at him.

He’s obviously embarrassed. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

“That’s okay. Um, this was…this was really spontaneous.” You don’t immediately get off, wanting more and hoping he’d give you more so that he can make you cum, too.

Instead he grabs you by waist, lifting you off him in a hurry. “I’m sorry. I need to—-this was a mistake.”

And once again, he leaves you to your thoughts. All you could do is stare as he grew smaller and smaller in the distance, while you began to feel smaller and smaller on the inside.

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can u write a smut which farleigh start has a breeding kink? i was so shy to ask but here we are...

Of course! don’t be shy, I love getting requests like this!

HOT & HEAVY

(a one shot)

PAIRINGS:Farleigh Start x reader

WARNINGS: foul language, clingy!Farleigh, pet names, fluff!

NSFW WARNINGS: breeding kink!!, cream pie, overstimulation, praise, light dumbification, cock warming

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

Farleigh was more antsy than usual. More observing and jumpy.

He’d been this way ever since last nights party when his friend, Mark, had arrived with a 1 year old in his arms. Said he was babysitting, although a party full of drunken and strung out people didn’t sound like an ideal place.

So, that’s what made you take it upon yourself to care for the child that night while everyone else had fun. You didn’t mind at all, matter of fact, you were excited. You were amazing with kids, and you’d much rather be spending your time taking care of one than having a killer hangover the next morning.

Farleigh had watched silently as you bounced the 1 year old, who’s name he learned was Marceline, on your hip half the night. The way she would babble on and on while chewing on your fingers absentmindedly while you casually talked to other people. The little giggles the little girl let out when you’d tickle her stomach, the smiles on both of your faces adoring.

Then it got him thinking.

What if that was his baby that you were holding instead? The one he’d only ever dreamed of having with you? How great of a mother you would be; naturally so caring and loving, kindness a default in your tender nature.

So of course it was the only thing spiraling in Farleighs’ mind for nearly 2 weeks since it happened.

Then his mind drifted off to….other things.

How beautiful you’d look swollen, full of his seed. Breasts sore, tender to the touch and full of milk he’d selfishly want to keep to himself. Everyone would know you were his, how could they not? He would be within 4 feet of you at all times if you’d fallen pregnant. The ‘scary guard dog’ over your shoulder, yet staring at you with the upmost love.

but you, innocent little you, were completely unaware of this.

So you gasped in shock when Farleigh had taken it upon himself to bend you over the kitchen counter when you were trying to make chocolate chip muffins.

You wore a baby pink robe with nothing but lilac laced panties underneath. “Baby, what—“ you started, but you were hushed by the feeling of his cock pressed against your already dampening cunt. “You little fuckin’ minx. Don’t know what you do to me, love.” He whispered in your ear.

You heard his pants drop to the floor behind you, and he pushed your panties to the side, lining his tip that was laced with pre-cum to your throbbing entrance that was clenching around nothing.

You whimpered as he pushed his fat tip in before filling you to the brim full of his cock. He was freakishly long, the biggest you’d ever taken the only cock you’ve ever taken, he was at least 8 inches, maybe a little more.

You could feel his tip kiss your cervix and your mouth hung agape, breathless as he began to relentlessly pound into you. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust he delivered, and his hands gripped at your waist harshly, yet the angel kisses he delivered to your shoulders were gentle.

“Gonna fill you, baby. Gonna stuff you so full, you’re gonna look so so pretty when I’m done with you, honey.” He nearly whimpered out. Your cunt was spasming around him, and he knew you liked the idea by the way you clamped down onto him. You were so tight around him, he felt like he was gonna lose his mind if he couldn’t rut himself into you.

Farleigh was like a bitch in heat; and he was no better than you in this position. He was equally as a mess as you were. Both of you moaning uncontrollably, gripping at anything just to hold yourselves stable. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his fingers met your clit.

He rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers harshly, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. He was using you like a fleshlight, a cocksleve that was made specifically for him. And the worst best part about it? You had absolutely no complaints.

You’d gladly let your needy boy use you anytime he wanted to if it meant getting your brains fucked out.

He gently craned your neck back by your hair “Gonna make you a mommy. Yeah? You want that? You wanna make me a daddy, sweetheart?” He asked against your lips. You whimpered and whined, his cock still drilling into you at an alarming rate. “Y-yesss, oh fuck! Farleigh! Whatever you want!” You all but yelled out.

He somehow managed to let out a half-assed chuckle in amusement. “Nearly fucked my baby dumb, I think. Don’t even know what you’re agreeing to.” He said as he held your face back down against the marble countertop. The way he towered over you, and overpowered without even trying is what had you tumbling over the edge with a loud moan.

You released all over him, his happy trail becoming sticky with your cum. But he wasn’t finished, hell, he hasn’t even had his release yet, but the way your cunt ached around him trigged it.

He shot his hot, sticky seed deep into your fertile womb with a satisfied groan. “I’ve fucked a baby into you now, yeah?” He asked, condescendingly. You were on too much of a high to even process the words the taller man was saying to you.

You felt him pick you up, and somehow turn you around on his cock, now facing him as he carried you to the couch. He sat down with you still on him, and began rubbing slow circles onto your numb clit.

You whined as you dropped your head onto his shoulder. “S’too much, Farleigh!” You whimpered out, but your pleas fell to deaf ears. “Shh, I know, baby. Just gotta make sure you stay nice n’ full of my cum.” He whispered out as he rubbed his hand up and down your back with his free hand soothingly.

“My good girl, hm? Takin my cock so well, princess.” He said as he kissed the top of your head. You nodded, still clinging onto him like your life depended on it.

Your eyes felt heavy with sleep as your boyfriend trailed his kisses down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You were half awake, having your second orgasm as his fingers began to toy with your clit more feverishly.

Your swollen bud aching painfully, yet somehow still feeling so good just from his skilled fingers. “M’gonna cum again, Farleigh!” You moaned out as you humped yourself against his fingers at the same pace he was toying with you.

“Just let it happen, baby. So good f’me.” He cooed in your ear as you felt yourself squirt all over him for a second time. He groaned as he felt your juices slide down his cock. It was such a pretty sight.

You stuffed so full of his cock and cum, whimpering and helpless as you sat on him. The way your cunt squelched when you’d attempt to get off, yet Farleighs rough hands held you down.

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock still planted in you. Farleighs only hope was that you’d wake up with morning sickness, and if you didn’t, he’d have no problem fucking you everyday till you did.

Sure enough, after 2 weeks of the both of you fucking like rabbits every damn day, you’d finally fallen pregnant with your first child, and you and Farleigh couldn’t be any happier.

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 9 months

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A Promise Woven in Silk

18/12: Letters & Lingerie Kink - Tom Bennett Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: suggestive letters, masturbation (m), p in v sex A/N: thanks to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for checking my Tom Bennett was cunty enough 🤭

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Tom couldn't wait to be off this fucking boat.

It was a sort of slum in motion, but with the threat of being killed or drowned.

He made his own fun, practically forcing people's hands into betting on the day his canary laid an egg, pissing off the commanding officer and choosing rather colourful language when he was speaking to people of a higher rank than him. Not like he gave a shit.

But he only did those things because he was Tom.

It didn't make him really happy.

The only thing that managed to pull a smile to his face were letters with her handwriting on the front.

It felt wrong to call her a sweetheart so to speak. After all, at first there was no expectation of anything deeper, not wanting to get involved in something so trivial before he decided to disappear abroad. But it was exactly that expectation that drew him to her.

She wasn't desperate and needy. And yes, he'd tease her for it, but she was so fiercely independent, she turned her nose up at how a woman should conventionally act towards someone she liked.

He loved her for that.

He leapt onto the top bunk, checking the room was clear before pulling the sealed letter from his pocket, the paper slightly crumpled with her swirly feminine handwriting decorating the front.

Dearest Tom,

I hope you are settling into navy life well and are not causing too much trouble for the people who have the displeasure of being around you all day and night.

He smirked. She knew him too well.

As I write this, my stomach flutters at the thought of your upcoming shore leave. I have been entirely too impatient to not tell you that I have concealed a great secret from you, one I should hope you will be pleased to uncover upon your return to me.

Picture me, with delicate lace trimming framing the curves of my body, meant for your eyes only of course. The fabric, as smooth as a moonlit ocean, holds promises of stolen moments where you are once again by my side.

I must confess, once you are back I scarcely think I could ever let you go again. The mere thought of you being here with me has a pleasant, exciting effect on my inhibitions. An effect, I dare say, you are keen to replicate.

I anticipate the shared warmth of our reunion, one I have no doubt you have sorely missed.

Yours in fervent longing…

He swore his mouth was agape, before a sly grin slipped onto his face.

Jesus Christ.

Tom's baby blues flitted over her handwriting, as if needing to commit the words to memory over and over to make certain he was reading the same thing.

His fingers gripped the delicate paper noticeably tighter as his mouth went dry.

Cheeky fucking minx.

Completely naturally, he brought the paper to his face, sighing longingly at the familiar scent of her perfume. She'd no doubt spritzed it a few times before sealing it, intent on torturing him even further as if the words alone had not done so.

Her scent flooded his mind, making way in his brain and pushing all the blood there south, his manhood pulsing almost uncomfortably at the memory of her.

The way he'd left her lingered there.

She had his white shirt around her shoulders and completely nothing else, her breasts peeking teasingly against the thin fabric as if to tempt him to stay when she knew he couldn't.

He'd almost jumped right back on her when she rose to her knees and plucked the post-coital cigarette from his lips to have a sweet, shallow drag of her own, her eyes aglimmer with mischief and sparkled with lust.

And he's not ashamed to say that the image of her lips around the cigarette had him wishing they were around him instead. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, massaging the length that would not fit in her perfect mouth.

And so here, miles and miles from her, but unable to think of anyone or anything but her, he slipped his hand into his trousers, keeping her letter close to his face and pumped himself needily, imagining it was her grinding her hips atop him, her moist lips parted with those sounds he loved so much slipping forth.

He spilled himself over his knuckles in no time with a choked moan that he had to keep quiet.

It was sweet, sweet torture.

“Cheeky. Fucking. Minx.”

Tom practically skipped through off the train onto the platform, resisting the urge to break into a run as he played the route to her flat in his mind and how to get there the fastest.

It felt like he'd had a perpetual need for her ever since he read her words, which was more akin to pornography than an innocent love letter, having the desired effect of keeping him rock hard, fists clenched and jaw tightened.

God, she'd pay for that.

His boots thumped as he made his way up the back stairs to her flat, fists rapping on the door rapidly and excitedly, his chest feeling all tight and fluttery.

Every second there was no answer, his leg bobbed with anticipation.

Tom's tongue poked his cheek as the door slowly cracked open, a smile working its way to his face.

Her hair was waved over her shoulders, a satin dressing gown around her and tied at the middle, accentuating her waist, with her legs all bare and poking tantalisingly out beneath the rich fabric.

She herself gave a smirk, pulling the cigarette from her lips with two of her manicured fingers.

“Hello, sailor.”

Fuck, her voice.

She squeaked in surprise as Tom's tall form had to twist to force his way in, his bag forgotten to the floor with a thud, finding better purchase on her body as he surged down to meet her lips halfway. She smelled and tasted just as he remembered.

Bodies touching and smirking between fervent kisses, he mumbles between them, “Hello, beautiful.”

Heat rose to her cheeks, and equally sank to that spot between her thighs that grew moist, aided by the endless weeks without his presence.

“I can't believe you sent me such racy letters. You just want to get me in trouble, don't you... and believe me you're doing a fantastic job at it.”

She hummed, pulling away to look up at him, smirking as he plucked the cigarette from her to take a drag for himself.

“You've got to have something to look forward to on shore leave, Bennett.”

He grinned with all his perfect teeth, stubbing it out once he was done with it and running his tongue over his lips.

She scrunched her nose, her hands around his shoulders as she craned up to meet his misty gaze, “in any case, I don't know what you mean. My letters were perfectly well-meaning and innocent.”

He scoffed, the smoke leaving between his pink lips, blonde eyebrows raised, “innocent? Those letters could be classified as a war crime.”

Her lips part involuntarily, warmth gathering in her gut as his hands lay flat either side of her waist.

"Now, where's my promised prize? To celebrate my return.”

She bit back a grin, her hands sliding down his chest to the tie at her front, fingers pulling it loosely unbearably slowly.

Tom swore he ascended to heaven once the silk parted to reveal what she'd promised beneath, a delicate lacy number that seemed to drift over every curve and left very little to the imagination.

“Now that's what I call a greeting and my reward.”

His hands assisted in pushing the silk off her shoulders, leaving her standing in her silk sleepwear, the front dipping right where the shadow of her breasts appeared.

He grinned like a schoolboy, raking in every piece of her he'd been unable to see for weeks. God, maybe even months.

“You know, I almost thought you were lying in your letter and you didn't actually have this... but you surprised me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as they both leaned in, dragging his nose over her cheekbone and placing several kisses, too chaste for his nature, along her jawline.

“I couldn't possibly do that to you, Tom.”

She giggled girlishly as his hands were now unable to stop their journey around her body, squeezing and moulding the flesh to his palm as he guided her to her bed. He stood, looking down as she lay there waiting for him with that honey-like gaze, biting her lip when she saw him work on his own clothes.

Once he got to his belt, she lifted her hands to the straps of her brassiere, to pull them down, until Tom tutted at her, kneeing her legs apart in reprimand, earning a confused expression.

He loved it when she looked all dumb like that.

He smirked, “Maybe I want you to keep it on. You look good in it.”

At this she lowered her hands, eyes glimmering with mischief as she watched him struggle with his belt.

She smiled smugly, “have you gone soft on me, Tom Bennett?”

“Soft is the opposite of what I am right now, love.”

A soft giggle slides past her lips as Tom looms above her, shoving his trousers past his hips as they snag on nothing, his eyes hardening the more frustrated he gets. But it quickly dissipates, core clenching around nothing once he pulls himself from his underwear, hardly having to stroke himself to full attention.

His fingers creep along the side of her thigh beneath the delicate lace, swiping the pads of his fingers against her, grinning widely when he finds his words and actions have had the desired effect, her hips twitching upwards at his touch.

“Oh, love. You’re fucking soaked for me.”

His ministrations become rough almost instantly, tugging the silk to the side and running the fat head of his cock, red and weeping against her womanhood. She watches the way his chest inflates and deflates with heavy breathing, at how the dog tag there glimmering in the low light around his neck, looking down between them, the air feeling hot and only the sounds of pure carnal desire rumbling in their throats.

“Tom - please -”, she mewled longingly, trying to move her hips to gain friction as he teases her bud with the tip of his length.

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, “God I fucking love it when you beg. What do you think, should I make you do it again?”

She shakes her head quickly, closing her eyes and turning away with a warm face at the intensity of his gaze down at her.

He huffs another laugh and lays atop her, pushing her leg apart with his knee and pressing a kiss to her temple, “It’s alright, love, too fucking impatient for that.”

Her mouth falls open, warmth flooding her as he pushes into her agonisingly slowly, splitting her apart on his length to slide into her slick walls. Tom can’t help but screw his eyes shut, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her perfume as her warmth squeezes him and her fingernails leave crescent-moon shaped marks on his back.

He barely waits to reach the end of her before he moves, his hips meeting hers softly at first, but increasing in vigour once he hears her tiny little whimpers, and the way she presses her lips together to try and be quiet.

Ever stubborn.

Skin meets skin with quiet smacks, neither needing to say anything (except for the occasional ‘fuck’ encompassed by a low moan from Tom) but just basking in this closeness they’d been deprived of in all the time they’d been away. He is sure he could stay between her legs all fucking day, squeezing the flesh of her thighs and tasting her lips on his.

“Fuck - ‘m gonna-”, he moans lowly, his hand running up the nape of her neck and pulling the strands of her hair through his fingers, not enough to hurt. Her core tightens around him, head thrown back into the mattress, lips parted.

“oh - fuck, yes-”

With a choked moan, he takes her over the edge with him, holding her so tightly that had he been in his right mind, he’d think he was hurting her. But she doesn’t protest. She only loosens her grip on him when his thrusts falter to a stop, but his length remains tucked inside her, shuddering when he feels her core clenching around him in the aftermath of her peak.

His normal attitude clouded by the haziness sex, he rests on his forearms above her, giving an exhausted smile that she returns.

“That the greeting you were hoping for?” she asks, her breath coming in short, hot pants.

And just like that, the Tom Bennett grin returns, leaning down to capture her lips again, “Yes, but I’m not done with you yet.”

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atarathegreat · 7 months

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I'm Naked Here. Ken Ryuguji

Draken had been busy for a while. Day after day after day it was like he always had something that he had to do. Visiting his friends, helping Mitsuya, and then there was that whole month that he was gone while Mikey was racing. Now that he was home he was still busy catching up on things that needed fixed around the house, helping Shinichiro at S.S Motors, looking over literally everything else but you.

You were pissed.

Even now he was out in the garage, looking over his own bike with the intent of going for a ride to make sure it was fully fixed. Kenny had been out there all day, covered in grease and sweat while only coming in for water and a small snack.

"Kenny?" You wandered in with a glass of water for him, "How's it coming along?"

"Not great," He grabbed the glass and took a quick sip, "a few things are still broken and I need to replace the seat. The damn leather has been ruined 'cause I can't get out here to take care of her."

There wasn't much you could do but stand next to him as he tinkered. You didn't know much about the motorcycle, much less on how to fix it. What you did know, however, was that Kenny was dense. Here you were, next to him and talking to him, naked as the day you were born.

"Do you think I could show you how to take care of the leather for when I'm gone?" He asked, reaching for a tool before going back to the bike, "Replacing the seat is going to be expensive and I can't keep doing it every time I get home."

"I'll try." You nodded.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

You continued to sit and talk to him, handing him tools and waiting for him to notice you. Usually he was very attentive, so this was a little funny to you. You couldn't help but laugh at the way he wasn't even looking at you.

"What's so- Holy shit..." Ken looked up after gods know how long. His dark eyes trailed all over your body, landing on your chest and hips and-

Kenny stood quickly and nearly slammed you into the work bench behind you, "Fuck...I really have been gone too long if I hadn't noticed this." He rubbed his developing hard on up against your leg, groaning at the feeling of it. "I hope your plan was to get fucked." Draken slipped from the pants he wore and rubbed his tip through your folds, "I'm not-I don't think I can be gentle."

The way you giggled shot straight to his cock, making his tip swell a little more. You knew he wouldn't be gentle, not with his physique and strength, but that didn't bother you. Something about the way he sounded when he had complete control over the situation drove not only him crazy, but you. He was an animalistic man, driven by pure need and primal instinct.

"The hell are you thinkin' anyway? Comin' out here in nothing but your skin?" Draken tapped your clit harshly to make you hiss, "We have neighbors. What if I had the door wide open?"

You shook your head at him, "You close the door at nine pm sharp."

"Smart girl thought ahead, hm? Thinks that makes it better?" Kenny whispered in your ear, fixing the way you were sat on the workbench. Comfortability was his main concern when he made you cream. Location was of little consequence when he could feel your muscles tightening around him in pure, pathetic need. Making you cry was his main goal half of the time, the other three percent was seeing how loud he could make you. "Just wanted my attention, didn't you, ya' little minx." Draken pulled your hair to expose your throat to him, "Reminds me of the ladies that raised me, y'know."

Calloused fingers squeezed your jaw, dark eyes bore into yours, "Think you could survive if I left you in the Red Light District, hm? Would this little cunt make it out without bruising?" His deep laugh made you wet, wetter than you had been, at least. "No, not my baby. You'd be destroyed."

Not that he minded. Hell, he'd never even actually leave you in the store, let alone a dangerous part of town. But those big pupils of yours excited him to no end.

"Tongue out." Kenny released your jaw to spit on your tongue and press his finger to it, "Good girl. Swallow." Having you obey him after coming out to the garage bare ass naked was throwing him through a million plans. Gods, the ways he could bend you fucking backwards for his pleasure and you'd take it... It made his cock throb painfully.

"Deep breath." He whispered in your ear. You'd no sooner breathed in when he stretched you, bottoming out with a light growl in your ear. "Fuck... Definitely too long if you're this tight. Fucking choking me, baby."

The workbench creaked its protest as Draken fucked into you. There would be faint bruising from his thighs hitting the tabletop, but that wasn't his concern. You're cries of pleasure and the way you were breaking through the skin on his arms had all his focus. "That's right. Fucking cling to me." His cock was hitting as deep as your body allowed, "Needy girl... All for me, yeah?"

"Kenny!"

"There ya' go. Scream for me." Draken grabbed your throat, "Let the neighbors hear us. Let 'em know you've got a needy little cunt."

"I said, let 'em know." His fingers tightened around your neck.

You held his wrist as he slammed into you, his tip feeling like it was moving your insides around, "Please, Kenny! Need you!"

Awful, squelching, wet noises drew his attention to where he was bullying you, "Fuck yeah, you do. I can hear her talkin' to me. Pretty little cock sleeve, ain't ya?" Draken moved you from the workbench, bending you over his bike seat. "Goddamn... So fuckin' good for me. Hold tight, baby, I ain't gonna be done with you anytime soon."

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chukys-mouthguard · 4 months

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prompts 15 and 20 w mat barzal, fluff heavy pretty pleaseeee

Prompts: “why can’t i say no to you?” + “you have me all wrapped around your finger”

Note: idk why my brain went here, but this is what instantly popped in my head with these prompts, hopefully the fluffiness translates with how i wrote this 🫶🏼

“Mat pleaseeeee!”

You begged with your boyfriend as he playfully plugged his ears, pretending not hear you as he ignored the question you’d just asked of him.

“Absolutely not, I don’t know where you got the idea, but it’s not happening. Think of something else.”

Pouting was your next idea to try and convince him, though it seemed this would be harder than usual.

The disagreement in question was over your idea for a couples Halloween costume. Mat usually the one to come up with the ideas, but this year you beat him to it. Having an idea already in your back pocket.

The costume idea in question? Barbie and Ken. You thought it would be cute, picturing Mat wearing the Mojo Minx coat showing off his abs. But he immediately turned it down. You’d followed up with roller blading Ken, to which he actually cackled. And slowly but surely you were running out of Ken options.

But you weren’t backing down. Determined to win the battle and get him to dress as Ken.

“Babe…babyyy”

Wrapping your arms around his waist as he’d begun cooking dinner for the two of you, he simply hummed a response urging you to continue.

“It’s just, you always pick our costumes. And, I never can come up with good ideas. So, I thought of one and was so excited. But, you hate it. I guess you can be the one to pick our costume, yet again.”

Your tone whiney and discouraged as he sighed, letting you know that you’d broken down his walls.

“I don’t hate it…I just. I don’t like either of the options you showed me. I wanna feel comfortable and confident in the costume babe. That’s all.”

He turned around in your arms to face you, a soft smile on his lips as he lifted your chin to make you look at him. “Hey, cheer up babe. We’ve got plenty of time until Halloween, we will think of something.”

Now it was your turn to sigh, really turn up the act if you were gonna get him to crumble.

“Yeah, I guess. I just thought I’d come up with a good idea was all…” your voice trailing off as you started to walk away, grabbing your phone from the island as you plopped down on the couch.

“God damnit-“

You heard Mat mumble under his breath as he slowly dragged his feet and made his way over to the couch. “What other outfits does Ken wear? Is there something a little more casual compared to the neon roller skating outfit. Or that freaking fur coat?”

Mat laughed as a big smile came across your lips, “so you’ll do it?!”

“Only if we can find something I can agree to. Go on, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of outfit photos saved to your phone let’s see.”

Scooting closer to him you opened up your Pinterest, showing him the board with all the Ken outfits from the movie, letting him find one that he’d agree to.

“Mmm, this one, I’ll agree to that.”

Rolling your eyes you looked up at him after seeing the outfit he’d chosen. “Really? So you won’t wear neon colors or a fur coat, but you’ll wear a pink and green striped matching shirt and short set?”

“You won’t me to take it back and refuse to do the outfits at all?” He looked at you offended before you quickly ate your words. “No no no, it’ll be great! Now I just have to decide on my outfit to match!”

Mat smiled as you went back to your phone, scrolling your Pinterest board to find an outfit that would compliment his.

“God, you have me all wrapped around your finger. Why can’t I say no to you?”

He slightly cursed himself as he let it sink in what he’d agreed to.

“Mmm, because you love me.”

You smirked up at him before stealing a kiss.

“Now that I can definitely agree on!”

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inmaki · 11 months

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OMG THOUGHTS ON NNN X JJK MEN 🙊🙊🙊 I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT NNN FOR A FEW MONTHS UNTIL IT STARTED POPPINH IP ON MY FYP. LOL

— 🧍‍♀️ (laykni) anoon 💕

HI LAYNI <3 omg yes i have a few thoughts 😭

gojo lasts a good week because of his pure competitiveness, but after the higher ups chew him out one day the whole ideas out the window and he’s got u on 4s,, dont think that week is much of an accomplishment tho bc half the time he was even more of a needy whiny brat than usual T-T

geto can last the whole month if you do it with him; he was convinced to start the challenge by your suggestion — who would crack first? spoiler alert its you cuz this man is a minx and simply refuses to beg/lose,, he does absolutely everything in his power to finally get u to surrender :/

inumaki takes it a bit too seriously and probably posts on his story every day like ‘day 13: gf is coming over, pray for me boys.’ then in a few hours he posts another story saying that he lost with a smiley face

nanami easily lasts the whole month then has a great time taking away your walking abilities on dec 1st ✊ he thinks it’s childish, but gojo begged him to ‘join in the fun for once’ so here he is ignoring the way u purposely bend over in front of him and wear nothing but those stupid white panties he loves to bed.. his self restraint goes crazy

itadori also considers this a yearly ritual he MUST participate in and goes all out in making sure he’s ready.. but he’s never gone longer than two weeks because - in his words - “you’re just so sexy all the time babe!!!” (you were wearing a t-shirt with multiple stains and a face mask when he decided to quit this year)

choso does not understand nnn and ‘why anyone would indulge in such activities’.. when you suggest doing it together he genuinely gets sad at even the thought,, clingy boy :/

megumi / toji absolutely refuses to participate no matter how much the other guys (or you) try to convince him. cumming is very serious to him.

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pyroy3 · 1 month

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Compiling additional proof against Wilbur into one, easy to understand list.

I'm making a simple list that anyone can refer to when faced with doubts about Shelby's and other victims claims. I don't know if this will reach the right audience, or reach anyone at all, but i'd like to get it off my chest.

Why do I care so much? Because i've followed Wilbur since his day on the Jacksucksatlife channel. He had a great influence over me as a teenager, and it sucks that he was an asshole all along. I want to see him fail, that's all.

Main points are all in Shelby, Nikki, Minx and other creators' videos on him. These are just small details that are easily missed.

Wilbur being abusive towards his friends

The first video in particular really highlights the amount of power that Wilbur holds. "Tell them about how awful I am to you" seems like a dangerous thing to say as someone who is actually abusive, but it's likely that he knows he can get away with it. He doesn't expect anyone to call him out on his behaviour.

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I think she has also mentioned the biting a few other times. This is pretty obvious proof that the biting was happening, and atleast got to the point of causing bruises.

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A clip talking about how Wilbur threw Niki because she playfully said she was big and strong. His quick sentence "you were saying you were stronger than-" could either be him misremembering, deciding to ignore that detail, or literally saying that he interpreted her actions as claiming to be stronger than him. He says it was a "consensual throwing" but we already know how terrible he is with consent. TLDW: Niki said she was big and strong so Wilbur threw her "to assert dominance" (and show that he was stronger than her).

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In Tommy's disneyland vlog, there is a short clip where Tommy playfully unties Wilbur's shoelaces and gets his hand stomped on. Thing like these flew under the radar because of their brotherly bond. You'd expect two young brothers to react like this, but not a grown man and his teenage friend. Tommy tells him that his finger got cut, and instead of apologizing, Wilbur says it was because Tommy was gonna untie his shoelaces. He essentially says that Tommy had it coming, that it was his fault he got hurt.

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The biting behaviour wasn't exclusive to romantic partners. This is a clip of him biting Tommy's hand "for content", despite Tommy repeatedly shouting no. The biting isn't bad here, but it once again proves that this was something he genuinely did.

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The story starts at 0:38. Here, Wilbur tells the story of how he helped Techno pick apples by gently throwing them so Techno could put them in the basket. Techno says that Wilbur is very bad at throwing. In response, Wilbur says that he threw an apple as hard as he could, aiming for his stomach. Instead, he accidentally hit the shoulder that his surgery was on. Anyone who's been hit in the stomach should know how painful it is. If Wilbur were to throw an apple has hard as he could at his stomach, it would seriously hurt. But he laughs it off. Wilbur once again claims that the person he hurt deserved it, because techno made fun of his throwing ability. I've heard that Techno's dad yelled at Wilbur for doing it, but even then, he still laughs about the story.

Wilbur's music and separating it from the artist

It's completely natural for a musician with a history of bad mental health to blame himself in his music. One of Wilbur's biggest inspirations, Crywank, have lots of songs about being a bad person. A symptom of depression is to believe you're a bad person. But as far as we know, Wilbur's music actually told the truth.

I can't find the tweet, but we also know that one of wilburs old friends(?) came out with the info that Lovejoy's song "concrete" was based on their experience, and the song explains Wilbur's neglectful behaviour.

You should know what Lovejoy's music is about. A lot of it is based on toxic relationships, being cheated on, being abused. It is a complete mockery of the people that he hurt. "Call me what you like" is clearly about being in an abusive relationship where his partner takes advantage of him and cheats on him. She forces him to "bump his head into every doorway she sees suitable for them to go through". Not that he knows what the song he wrote is about though, since he couldn't recall a single thing about the song during the genius interview. Yes, he was high, but he may as well had someone ghostwrite it for him.

Singing "you claim your ex-boyfriend's a policeman, I say you need better standards" in the song Perfume is crazy when his standards are allowing abuse to happen.

When listening to Scum, you repeatedly hear him admitting to being scum and waste. Concrete is about how he's a piece of shit. Consequences should remind you of the actual consequences of his actions. I already explained what's wrong with "your sister was right". His parody songs are direct reflections of his real personality.

However, if you still want to listen to him - spotify has a feature where you can put local files into your playlists. If you have his music downloaded, you can listen to it on spotify without giving him money or views. Just saying.

Why he can get away with it

Look at him. He is an attractive white man in the UK, And pretty privilege is a thing, no matter how you look at it. He's popular and has gotten empathy from impressionable teenagers on the internet. A lot of people have put him on a pedestal after he showed support for the LGBT+ community and BLM, singing about being against capitalism. People feel bad for him because of his history with mental health problems. They excuse his actions because he was depressed during his relationships. He also has a pattern of exclusively targeting those weaker than him. Tiny women who he can pin down, throw or bite to show he's stronger than, and teenager Tommy who believed they had a brother dynamic. You will also notice that the only people who have shared their experience with him have been women who didn’t feel strong enough to fight back against him. He is a manipulator through and through.

This is not all the proof there is

If you need more convincing, watch other creator's videos on the subject. Shelby, Niki, Minx, Alicenyannyan. There are also more small things that he has done that add up, either violent behaviour, yelling, or ignoring people's boundaries. You will also This man is undeniably abusive.

Thank you to anyone who got this far, I hope someone will get use out of it. I'm happy to finally get what I wanted to say out there.

#sorry no one on this account follows me for minecraft discourse lmao #wilbur soot #william gold #lovejoy #wilbur support squad #<- to reach my friends #shelby support #long post #Youtube #will gold #i'll look good when i'm sober

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modern Codywan AU idea part 1

organized crime member Cody under "mand'alor" Jango + teacher / school board nominee with a heavy past Obi-Wan. This is a beast of an idea post so buckle up and join me for the ride this took over my brain when writing another wip and would not leave me alone. I like it a lot, I hope you do too.

tw: mentions of school shootings, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of physical assault (all vague, but still)

The Fetts are a influential and very well known organized crime family in a large city, and Obi-Wan is one of three children to Qui-Gon and maybe Shmi, alongside Anakin and Ahsoka.

Boba is a student in Obi-Wan's elementary class. After most of the students are picked up save for Boba and a few other kids, there is a shooting nearby, and Obi-Wan shelters the kiddos until the shooter is apprehended. The Fett Family shows up to pick up Boba and Obi-Wan is respectful to them, oblivious to who they are, and most importantly, kept Boba and the other kids safe. As a result, Cody slips Obi-Wan a note saying "if you need anything call me, no questions asked" with his personal cell number. Obi-Wan saves it, not because he thinks he will need it, but because Anakin might, who has been involved in many illegal street races (alongside Waxer and Boil maybe whoops, they don't know the connection for most of the plot). Or, perhaps Qui-Gon will need it, because he and Shmi have been threatened by individuals and groups around their housing.

For a bit, Boba is the line of communication between Obi-Wan and Cody. He lets little stories slip and Cody hopes Obi-Wan does not call, because he seems like a gentle soul who teaches little kids, he does not belong in Cody's world. At the same time, he is a gentle soul who teaches little kids, Cody really wants to take him to dinner.

Obi-Wan texts a few times to ask about helping his brother Anakin, and Cody admits to not being able to make street race charges go away, but he will poke around, they exchange some information, and that's that.

Cody keeps working under his dad as a very respected *ahem* commander. They're looking into a new organization who might poach some buyers off of them and their smuggling deals, and to top it off, the new organization seems to break a lot of the Fett's unspoken rules of conduct. The organization's name? CIS. Of course. Rex wants to make a gender joke. The CIS are the same folks extorting the Skywalker-Kenobi family. Also of course.

And then parent teacher conferences happen because they're helpful, but Jango gets pulled into a negotiation and can't make it, surprise surprise, Cody has to go. He manages to weasel his way into dinner afterwards, and it's great. Obi-Wan is actually a snarky minx and Cody's falling fast. Obi-Wan explains that he is running for the school board because of a lot of corruption and problems in the public school district, and he wants to support the kids who have rough home lives, and Cody does some tip toeing around, and Obi-Wan picks up on what he isn't saying, because he has done his research now. Cody is so loyal, kind, and strong, and Obi-Wan is also cracking fast. It's no question these two are hooked on each other. Cody offers to walk Obi-Wan back to his car, and finds the windshield broken or his tires slashed or something. Obi-Wan manages to pass it off, and oh darn Cody needs to give Obi-Wan a ride home and it's cute.

Anakin keeps racing to earn extra money, and Qui-Gon and Shmi try to deal with things on their own. Obi-Wan goes back home to check on his parents and only sibling who lives with them, Ahsoka. Turns out someone is threatening her in a sexual manner, threatening human trafficking, and Obi-Wan flips shit. He does not tell Qui-Gon because Ahsoka begs him not too. He certainly does not tell Anakin, and so Obi-Wan goes out and does his best big brother act and tries to figure out where this is coming from. He figures out it's Maul, who has harassed and extorted his family before. A brief fight follows. Obi-Wan breaks some of Maul's ribs. Maul breaks Obi-Wan's wrist. Teaching without his dominant hand for the next few weeks absolutely sucks, and Boba definitely talks to Cody about it. Obi-Wan does not want to panic Cody, he's dealt with people like Maul before, so he tries to pass it off as clumsiness. Cody isn't buying it, but he also isn't going to push... yet.

I'm falling asleep, but will be back with part 2 soon <3

I do not have time to write this but I had to share the thought before I forget it. If anyone wants to write it please be my guest just credit/share

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The Magic Toy (2/2)

Notes: Part 2 of The Magic Toy, a continuation of A Scholar and a Pervert.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Double Penetration. Magical sex toys. Mutual masturbation.

Word count: 10.6k

Synopsis: After just having used your special gift from Sebastian, you end up in the Undercroft with him for more toy related shenanigans.

Warning: The horny teenagers are up to no good again and this time they're in the same room!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

The Magic Toy 2/2

(Context: You've just pleasured yourself with your magical toy that is directly connected to the one who gifted it to you: Sebastian, who had to find a quiet place to evade an embarrassing situation before the two of you had some remote mutual masturbation session. When you meet him on your way to the Great Hall, you know you need more and here we are...)

Moments after deciding to indulge in your desires once again, you found yourself kneeling in front of that old couch in the Undercroft, settled right between Sebastian's legs. Both of you hadn't wasted any time in undressing and had simply used a quick spell to get naked, and as you moved closer with your eyes glued to his very real arousal, he watched you with admiration and awe and a little bit of pride as he witnessed you succumbing to your primal needs right in front of him.

He wanted to think that he taught you well, but perhaps this lustful minx had always been inside of you and he had merely awakened it after its long slumber. Whatever the case, he was quite happy with how you had adapted to those new urges and how eager you were to satisfy them.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, he watched you gingerly cradling his cock between your fingers as you seemed to examine it rather thoroughly as if to compare it to the toy that was still in its box, waiting to come into operation as well.

You didn't wait long until you lowered your head and closed your lips around his tip while you moved your fingers to gently massage his balls, a feature the magic item didn't have, and you quite missed the feeling of his heated skin when you would indulge in the shaft-only version. You felt him inhaling deeply and when you looked up, he had closed his eyes and was simply enjoying your touch, letting you do your thing as he waited to become more active later.

You kept lapping at his length until it grew harder in your embrace and when the first precum drops found their way out of him, you licked at them hungrily, causing him to moan softly. Another thing that was different to your toy: it didn't make sounds like he did. And it was these sounds, falling from his slightly parted lips, that would travel through your body like a gentle tidal wave only to gather right between your legs, fuelling your growing desire.

Even though you could have played with his cock a lot longer, you felt a shudder in your groin, telling you to move things along. With one hand around his girth and the other cradling his balls, you then raised your body to clamber onto his lap, straddling him with confidence before you quickly guided his tip towards your entrance.

But before you could finally feel the real deal inside you, he had opened his eyes and got hold of your wrist, and when you looked at him, he grabbed your chin with his free hand and brought his face closer to yours, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he whispered: “Mind if I have a taste as well?”

You gave him a shaky nod and let go of his cock, your hands falling to your sides as you shifted on his lap. His hand slipped right between your legs and his experienced fingers quickly found your throbbing clit as he started rubbing it vigorously. Moaning softly, you leaned back on your arms and grabbed his knees, trying to stay steady as he kept assaulting your wet folds with precise movements.

You felt him dipping his finger in your slick until he prodded at your entrance, and with ease, his digit slipped into you all the way to his knuckle and you squirmed frantically on top of him when he curled it against your soft flesh. The wet sound he produced as he started moving his finger in and out quickly, gently stretching and scratching over your sensitive walls, filled your ears and only added to the sensation pooling inside your stomach.

Breathing heavily, you arched your head back and stared up at the vaulted ceiling, almost falling into the well of bliss already, but before you could, he withdrew his finger, and when you wanted to glare at him for leaving you hanging like that, you saw him licking it with slow and deliberate movements of his tongue, his dark eyes boring into yours. The shiver you felt at just this sight alone was enough compensation and your initial frustration turned into yet another shade of lust.

You dove in then, your hands grabbing his face as you claimed his lips for a heated kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you pushed yours into his mouth. He grabbed your waist and held you on top of him, slowly moving you back and forth to grind against his erection, and all you could do was moan against his lips as he spread your wetness over his length.

In the midst of your passionate kiss, you felt him moving one hand between your bodies and with a quick push and your subconscious assistance as you mindlessly raised your hips, the head of his cock found its way into your tight channel. Then gravity did the rest as you lowered your body onto him, your walls enveloping him as they basically sucked him in deeper until he was completely buried in your warmth, his tip definitely prodding at your cervix.

You kept kissing him breathlessly, your moans and whimpers swallowed by his eager tongue and lips. His arms snaked around your torso and he pulled you right against his chest, the slight angle change coaxing a groan out of you, as he continued to let his tongue dance around yours hungrily. You quickly felt light-headed and when you eventually leaned back to catch your breath, you looked at him and saw the same passion burning within his eyes.

The both of you clearly were a match made in heaven with how you were willing to devour the other with just your gazes. Mesmerized by his dark eyes, you grabbed the back of the couch on either side of his head and slowly started grinding your hips against him, watching him closely as he reacted to the sensations rushing through both of your bodies while you felt his cock moving within you, pushing and stretching your walls which clenched tightly around him in return.

It was an agonizingly slow rhythm you fell into, but after having him push you to your limits countless times before, you felt a strange sense of glee seeing him squirm beneath you, eager to move more and faster and harder against you, but then being denied that pleasure as all he could do was sit there and hold your waist with his hands and look at you with his lips kiss-swollen and trembling as he watched you moving on top of him with the tiniest of motions.

His breaths were loud and certainly disgruntled as he dug his fingers into your skin, urging you to move things along, but you only grinned at him and relished in seeing him like this. “Be happy I won't tie your wrists and ankles while I'd do Merlin knows what to you,” you whispered slightly hoarsely, remembering the day he had done the same to you.

He chuckled darkly. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” he replied, and in your mind you took his words and committed them to memory for a future adventure as you watched him with a frown, your cheeks burning up even more.

When you focused back on the very present adventure, you brought your hands to his shoulders, gently massaging them at first, before you gripped them firmly as you started moving slightly faster on top of him, feeling your walls tightening around him, the friction intensifying with every motion of your hips.

You still only moved a little up and down on him, just enough to hold the feeling of having him prod against your cervix every time you'd slam your hips back down with a force that caused you both to moan loudly. For a moment you admired his patience, even though you could feel his fingers digging into your waist, and when you finally moved faster you told yourself it was for your own need, because frankly you did indeed need so much more than just those teasing prods.

And so you raised your rear and strained your legs as you held onto him, feeling him almost slip out entirely before you went down hard, your walls holding him in place almost possessively until they were stretched more and more. You quickened your pace and rode him with all the fervour that burned within your stomach. Your noises grew louder, as did his grunts, and the slapping of skin against skin echoed through the vast space.

Despite being finally fucked open by his eagerly throbbing cock, you soon felt your muscles contracting as the first wave of pleasure made its appearance. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned against him and rapidly moved on top of him, the friction igniting a feeling akin to a wildfire spreading through every single nerve, causing your entire body to twitch and shudder.

Your release came to you violently and you cried out as you felt it push out of you, the wet sensation only adding to your desire to keep moving and feeling more of this incredible experience. Feeling more of him. And even though you quite enjoyed being on top, you felt your legs trembling badly and you could barely lift your body as your orgasm kept spasming through you.

He felt your struggles and with a swift motion that you hadn't expected, he picked you up by your waist, pushed you up and himself out of you and then you were lying on your back and he was hovering above you, leaning on his arms and knees, his eyes staring into your soul as he looked down at you.

Your hands first found his face, before they moved down his chest and between your bodies and despite the shaking of your fingers, you managed to grab his soaked length and guide it back into your quivering cunt. He helped the motion by pushing in all the way, filling you up so deliciously you had to close your eyes under the sensation.

Before he started moving again, you felt his lips brushing against your cheek and as you cracked open an eye, you saw him smiling at you, his shallow breaths hitting your damp skin in an almost relaxing and definitely cooling fashion. With him buried within you, your hands moved back to his face and then up into his hair as you pulled him down to you and kissed him demandingly, but lovingly, barely noticing when he started thrusting into you at a slow pace.

As your tongue invaded his mouth to meet his, you felt his hips slamming harder against you, each thrust causing a moan to slip past your joined lips and the couch beneath you to creak dangerously. He kept this up until he had to break the kiss to catch his breath and when he leaned away, he really leaned away and sat back on his knees, his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him while you draped your legs around him.

He held his movements there for a moment and tilted his head as he watched you with his lips parted and his hair even messier than usual. Yet his eyes were as attentive as ever as they wandered over your body laid out in front of him like that, with your hands resting palm up on either side of your head, your chest rising and falling fast and your breasts moving with every shuddering breath you took.

You always looked the most appealing to him when you were barely holding it together, as sweat covered your skin and your limbs seemed boneless and exhausted. He'd seen you like this on countless occasions and it would still take his breath away every single time he was lucky enough to experience this with you. His hands moved up your torso then and gently caressed your curves, his thumbs teasing at the soft mounds of your breasts. “It should be illegal to look this beautiful,” he whispered with a look into your eyes and he saw you smiling at him almost timidly.

Your hands twitched then and he knew you were eager to sit up and grab him and kiss him again, but your body seemed to protest against any kind of movement, so you opted to just smile at him. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing about you...” you said quietly and licked your lips, your eyes wandering over his strong arms, his broad shoulders, his toned chest and the fine trail of hair leading to where he was currently deeply connected with you.

The feeling of his cock warm and hard between your tight walls, not moving, just resting, felt divine and almost comforting, and you had the sudden urge to hold it in your hands, feel its texture and smell and taste it – and when you realized you could, you opened your eyes wider and a wicked smirk spread over your face. He frowned at the sudden change of demeanour and raised an eyebrow.

“Hand me the box,” you asked him a little breathlessly and chewed on your lips in anticipation. “Please?”

It took him a moment to comprehend your request, before he raised a hand and summoned the desired object to his palm. You quickly grabbed it and freed the magical toy from its silky bed. When the box fell to the stone floor below, you had already cradled his fake cock between your fingers and brought it to your lips. You watched him closely as you began to move your tongue around its tip and you could feel it thrumming against your skin, as if it came back to life through your very touch.

He inhaled sharply then and you still wondered what it must feel like to have two cocks currently being taken care of. He never told you, but he was almost a little too overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling your walls tightening around the real deal while you closed your lips around the toy version.

The magic he had used was coursing through his body, igniting all the nerves and muscles and fibres and cells as if his entire body was set on fire. He could feel it tingling on his skin and itching in his fingertips and it took him everything to not dissolve into a puddle right there and then.

To keep him occupied, he grabbed your waist and sat up a little straighter to allow himself to drive his very real cock into your tightness at a better angle, and when he started moving, you moaned against the toy between your lips, his thrusts moving you up and down the couch. While you kept pushing the life-like item in and out of your mouth, he kept pushing the original in and out of your quivering pussy in an alarmingly fast fashion.

To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement, yet you tried to hold the toy between your shaking fingers while your body convulsed and every muscle was contracting. You felt another wave of pleasure approaching fast and as it did, you let out a muffled cry as you almost bit down on the cock in your mouth because your jaw clenched up slightly.

He grunted at the notion and quickly grabbed it out of your hands, before he leaned over, keeping the rapid rhythm of his hips as he claimed your mouth for a heated kiss that you could barely respond to with your mind overcome by a bright light as the tremors of your orgasm swept over your senses.

The cock-toy rested between your breasts, thrumming and throbbing, and when you felt him twitching within you, his groans swallowed by your mouth, you were pushed to even further heights as he emptied himself deep inside you, his warm seed filling you up while it simultaneously spurted right into your face as he leaned back and held the toy in his hand like an extension of the real thing.

He watched his cum hitting your chin and lips and cheeks and the sight alone would have sent him right over the edge again. You kept your eyes closed and waited for him to finish, your lips parted and your tongue slipping out as if to ask for more, and he gave you more as he pushed the item into your mouth, scraping it over your tongue all the way to the back of your throat where he held it as you fought your gag reflex.

Groaning loudly, you felt him shuddering within you as if he was clenching every muscle to give you even more of his seed, and indeed you felt it hot and sticky as it hit your throat and slid down slowly. Your eyelids fluttered and when he would pull the fake cock out of your mouth, you coughed slightly, before you swallowed the rest of what he had given you.

When you looked at him, you saw him staring at you with warm eyes, admiration and awe and love oozing out of him, and while you tried to lick and wipe his cum off your face, you gave him the same look back, feeling the warmth spreading in your stomach, and it wasn't just his seed settling within you.

It didn't matter how often you would indulge in your urges for each other, it would always end in you realizing how lucky you were with him, and vice versa, as your love for him would only grow the more time you would spend connected like this.

And Sebastian stayed connected like this as he eventually collapsed right on top of you, dropping the magic toy between your bodies and the back of the couch as he did so. Burying his still slightly twitching cock deep into you, he pushed you even deeper into the cushions. You wrapped your arms around him then and held him close, your breaths no longer as frantic, as you slowly came down from the heights of your shared experience.

You didn't know how much time passed as you just lay there like this, his heavy body giving you the comfort you so desperately needed after exerting yourself so much today – and you realized it must still be only noon or early afternoon and yet you had already experienced more orgasms in those few hours than most others would not experience in days or weeks, not that you were comparing yourself to anyone, just the thought alone made you chuckle in a mixture of disbelief and adoration for the skilled boy on top of you.

“I love you, you know that?” you eventually put the warm feeling into words as you rubbed your hands over his broad shoulders.

“I've had some idea,” he said gravelly, his voice low and deep as he mumbled his reply into your collarbone. “And I love you too... I might even love you more...”

You laughed at that. “Impossible!” you exclaimed and shifted slightly beneath him. “I love you more, because you know what? I love you,” you said and pushed one of your hands onto his warm skin as your other moved to your hip where you felt something poking against you, “and I love your cock,” you whispered, gently pushing your hips upwards against him, “and I love your other cock as well!” you added and closed our fingers around the item and lifted it up carefully.

As you gave it a soft squeeze, he leaned back slightly and propped onto one arm while he faced you as you brought the toy to your lips to give it a gentle kiss.

“You have more to love, so I love you more. Case closed!” you concluded with a smirk.

His dark eyes wandered over your face, his gaze a little stoic as he took in your features and your words, before a sly smirk broke from his lips, lighting up his entire face. “Actually,” he said and rolled onto his side, and even though you felt him slipping out as he did that and you already missed the feeling of being filled, he distracted you greatly as he put his big hands on your breasts and kneaded them gently. “I think we are even then. Two for two.”

You watched him with your breath hitching in your throat, before you chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replied and leaned his head down to trace the tip of his tongue around your hard nipples, coaxing a series of moans out of you. He halted then and leaned back up, looking at you. “You know, no, you're right, we are not even. I might have two cocks for you to enjoy, but you give me these spectacular tits to taste and your beautiful holes to fill. So, with that logic, I will always love you more because you have way more to love and give.”

You blinked slowly, then rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Can't we just love each other equally?” you asked with a frown as you mindlessly fondled the toy between your fingers.

“Do you love my cocks equally?” he replied instead and watched you with a smirk.

“Of course!” you said quickly. “I mean, hmm. No, I do love the real thing more because it is attached to you, the whole package.” You looked at the item in your hand then. “While it is nice to have this thing with me in my dorm at night, I'd much rather have you lying next to me...”

He gently pried the toy out of your hand and leaned over you, his breath ghosting your lips. “What about having both lie next to you?” he asked hoarsely and softly brushed his lips against yours. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you leaned up and deepened the kiss, quickly losing yourself in the sensations of his warm lips and his eager tongue playing with yours as you completely forgot about his suggestion.

Eventually you felt him shifting slightly against you and when he suddenly grabbed your waist and turned you around until you were lying on your stomach, you gasped and tried to look at him over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“I'm curious,” he said and brought his lips down to kiss you between your shoulder blades. “Would you be able to tell which one I'm putting into you?”

You shivered at the implication and bit your lip, accustomed to his constant experiments, yet still a little nervous about them. “Let's find out,” you whispered then and turned your head away, breathing deeply as your heart started hammering inside your chest.

You felt his mouth on your shoulder once more before he leaned away and positioned himself behind you. He pulled your hips up slightly, his knees pressing against your thighs as he worked your legs open. Bracing for the inevitable intrusion, you inhaled sharply, but then you felt his hands on your rear, gently stroking your soft flesh with his thumbs teasing between your cheeks.

Of course he was taking his time until you all but forgot about what he had initially planned, yet you were also not complaining. Having him prepare you so thoroughly was one of the things you loved so much about him. He might be rough at times and certainly unpredictable, but he would never willingly hurt you. Pushing your head firmer into the cushions, you focused on his hands exploring the curves of your body until they moved along your thighs and around them to finally tease at your wet folds.

You felt him pulling them apart with his thumbs before he rubbed the inside of your labia with precise motions, coaxing quiet whimpers out of you as you squirmed slightly against his touch. Then his hands diverted and one moved down to focus on your clit, while the other paid more attention to your entrance. His fingers rubbed and prodded, and all you could do was moan softly. When he would dip a finger into your tight opening, you let out a whimper, feeling your walls clenching around his digit immediately.

He pushed deeper and moved faster while he rubbed your nub almost feverishly. Tremors rushed through your legs and more moans escaped you as the tension within built and built. He added another finger and started stretching your walls as he caressed you from the inside, his knuckles brushing against your folds while he pushed as deep as possible, and you squirmed at the sensation, suddenly remembering how he'd had his entire hand in your pussy once.

The thought alone made you shiver and it weren't all good shivers. You hoped he wouldn't repeat that particular incident, yet in your position, you couldn't really do anything against it. With your heart beating faster and your breaths loud and hot as you buried your face in the cushions of the couch, you felt him opting to add another finger and with three of his long slender digits inside you, you felt already so full, but you knew he wouldn't stop there.

Yet instead of stretching you even more by pushing deep, he pulled his fingers out and hooked them into your clenching hole, holding it open, and the image of him inspecting you so closely let goosebumps ripple over your skin like waves. You couldn't help but squirm against him and when he would let go and let your entrance relax again, you sighed deeply. But the relief didn't last long, because he – and you – then remembered what he had wanted to do all along.

He pushed his cock in – and just from that motion, you had no idea if it was the real deal or not, all you felt was him stretching you, your walls clenching tightly around him as he slipped in almost all the way, before he pulled back and repeated the same movement over and over again until your walls had slightly adjusted to the intrusion. Yet the friction also caused your head to become completely empty and so you really couldn't care less about how he was fucking you right now.

Yet him being the scholar that he was, he had to know. So you felt him folding his body over yours while almost pulling out of you, making it extra hard to distinguish between the detached toy and its original. “And? What do you think? Which one is it?” he asked quietly, his voice right in your ear, making it even more difficult to form any coherent thought.

You let out a whimper and turned your head only a little to catch his face out of the corner of your eye. “I... I don't know...” you breathed barely audible.

“Try pushing it out,” he told you and it took you a moment to follow his words before you deliberately clenched your walls around whatever was pushed halfway into your tight channel. Yet you couldn't tell if you couldn't move it because it was attached to a strong body that made it impossible to push out or if you were just too weak to move anything on your own.

“I... can't,” you whispered. “I don't think I can...”

“So you're saying it's my cock, the real one?”

“I don't know...” you replied, working your muscles again, but nothing happened. “I really can't tell...”

When he then suddenly sank his entire length into you, prodding your cervix with an eerie precision that made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, you could certainly tell that it was the real deal as you felt his balls pushing against your folds. While you moaned and whimpered as he kept repeating that motion again and again, you felt his lips on your cheek, before he leaned back and grabbed your hips, picking up the pace yet another notch as he slammed his pelvis against your arse relentlessly.

You melted into the cushions and forgot about everything as soon as another orgasm crashed over you, rendering your body boneless and your mind empty, as your walls tightened around him, squeezing and pumping him while he kept driving himself in and out in a remarkably steady rhythm until you heard his groan echoing through the Undercroft.

Yet when you expected him to give you that final thrust right before he would empty himself within you like he usually did, a motion that would always add to your own pleasure, he suddenly pulled out, only to push back in again, yet this time you were sure he had put the toy inside you as he pushed it deeper than his cock would normally reach, even if it was just an inch or two.

You felt the object prodding right against your cervix and definitely beyond, causing your knees to shake violently beneath you as you arched your back and cried out in nothing but bliss (with a bit of pain) as he shot his load right into your womb, the warmth spreading further than usual as you moaned and writhed against the sensation.

But what you thought was the pinnacle of pleasure, was nothing compared to what followed while you were still blinded by your combined releases. Because suddenly the pressure was back and you felt a sharp pain as he stretched your entrance first with his fingers, then by forcing his cock past it and right next to the toy wedged deep inside you. You'd had the pleasure of experiencing both at once before and despite the haze clouding your mind, you remembered the pain and soreness that had come during and afterwards.

Squirming violently against him, whining and wailing quietly, you tried to keep him from moving by clawing at his leg, but he only put a hand on your lower back and rubbed soothing circles into your skin, and somehow it relaxed you enough to just let it happen. But it didn't ease the pressure you felt when he would slip into your tight channel and the toy would push against your walls painfully as he stretched you more than you were comfortable with.

Whimpering soundlessly as tears started pouring out from behind your lashes, you succumbed to the sensation and only when he moved his finger to rub tight circles around your clit and then started moving within you, did you start to adjust to having two cocks inside you. They filled you up so much, rubbing against each other and your walls, both of them scraping over your pleasure points and against your cervix and all of it quickly overwhelmed you enough to forget about the pain the double penetration brought along.

You felt your muscles contracting and as you dug your fingers into the lumpy couch, holding on for dear life, you experienced the constant up and down of your orgasm with every cautious thrust of his hips. It started with pain that jolted through you like lightning, only to explode in pleasure as a blinding light engulfed you. And it built and built and quickly took over your body and soul.

And you moaned and whined and squirmed and writhed while he drove his length in and out with the toy lodged in place as it was pushed forwards with every slam of his pelvis against your soft rear, always hitting the same spots that made your head spin more and more.

You almost felt your consciousness slipping at one point as you became too exhausted to even utter a single sound any more, but then his hands were on your hips, snaking around your chest, closing around your breasts until you were pulled into an upwards position.

The new angle sent a barrage of stinging pain through you as it seemed to move things around inside you that should not be moved that way and you surprised yourself when a long, agonized scream broke from your trembling lips, echoing eerily through the Undercroft.

And suddenly the pressure was gone as he put you back down and pulled out immediately. You were still too shaken to do anything, but you could feel him prying the toy out of you as well, before he wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his voice whispering soothing nothings into your ear.

“I'm sorry,” was the first thing that registered in your clouded mind and you didn't quite know why he would say that, you were too numb to feel anything at this point.

He gently rolled you around, then pressed you against his chest as he lay down beside you, his strong arms holding you tightly, but carefully. You gingerly raised a hand and moved your fingertips over his skin, then heard him issuing a relieved sigh, before you felt his lips on your damp forehead.

“Are you okay?” he whispered and with your face so close to his throat, you felt him swallowing hard.

You inhaled deeply and slowly your body came back to you. Your walls were clenching around nothing now, probably still a little too stretched to go back to normal just yet, but the pain was bearable without the pressure of the unusual intrusions. “I'm fine,” you whispered hoarsely and pressed your lips against his neck to underline your words.

He leaned you back a little to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and still very much concerned. “I'm sorry I hurt you...”

Shaking your head, you moved your hand up to cup his cheek. “It's okay --”

“No, I... I keep pushing you past your comfort zone and I really shouldn't be doing that...” he said quietly and you saw him clenching his jaw as he lowered his eyes.

“Sebastian,” you whispered and waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, you gave him an exhausted but genuine smile. “It is okay, really. I'll be fine, you know I can handle much worse...”

“But you shouldn't,” he insisted, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “I shouldn't treat you like this, I should love you and cherish you and do all the things you want to do instead of these stupid experiments...”

You snaked your other hand up and grabbed his face firmly. “But you do,” you whispered. “You are doing all the things I want to do --”

“So you wanted to scream in agony just now?” he said darkly, working his jaw with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, that came unexpected, but yes, generally, I want to do what you want to do! I want to spend every single minute of the day with you and I want to experience all these things with you and only you and I don't want to be anywhere but by your side! And I love the fact that you are so eager to learn new things and try them out with me, really, I do,” you said with a somewhat firm voice despite the shaking that had settled in your limbs.

He listened to you intently, the shadow slowly pushed aside to be replaced by a softer expression. You kept caressing his warm cheeks and when you were done, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his.

“And if I may remind you,” you whispered against his mouth, holding his gaze. “I love you, unconditionally, with every fibre of my being. I am yours, Sebastian,” you concluded and you noticed his eyes widening a little when you said that. “All of me and I want you to use all of me,” you added and felt your cheeks blushing. “However you see fit...”

He raised his eyebrow at that, his lips parting slightly, but he didn't say anything yet. His eyes wandered over your face as if he was committing every detail to memory. “Are you done monologuing?” he then asked and a smirk broke from his mouth.

You scoffed in playful indignation and pushed your fingertips against his jaw as you let go of his face. He chuckled, then moved in to plant his lips against your cheek.

“Sorry, I love your monologues,” he whispered and kept kissing your jaw all the way down your neck. “I love every single word that comes past those beautiful lips... and I am honoured that you are mine, you have absolutely no idea. You are my... most prized possession... and you make me the happiest human being on this planet by allowing me to... use you...”

He accentuated his last words by gently grazing his teeth over your pulse before he actually sank them into your skin, coaxing a soft whimper out of you as he marked you. You felt his tongue lapping at the bruise and then his lips as he kissed the spot gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered and you cuddled against him as he leaned back to look at you. His hand moved up to push a strand of hair out of your forehead as he watched you quietly.

What could have been a tender, peaceful moment was slightly disrupted by the unpredictability that you apparently loved so much about him. A smirk crept onto the corner of his lips and with a swift motion of his arm, he had produced the magic toy that you also loved so dearly you would even accept it to hurt you. You inhaled deeply as he held it in front of his face as if to examine it and you saw it throbbing and glistening.

“You know, I wonder if it had hurt less if I had put this up your pretty little bum,” he then said and his words, as lewd and unexpected as ever, caused you to shiver deeply.

“Sebastian!” you exclaimed with a noise that could have been a laugh or a very startled cough.

He grinned at you. “That's one thing we never tried,” he said and lowered the toy to look at you. “What do you think?”

You took a shuddering breath and bit your lip. “Not today...” you whispered, your body already protesting just from thinking about whatever he might have planned to make that idea a reality.

“But you would try it?” he asked, his eyes lighting up immediately. “Really?”

“I would go against my own words if I would deny you this now, wouldn't I?” you said quietly.

He looked a bit more serious then. “You know you are still entitled to say no, right? I do not want to force you to do anything!”

“I know,” you whispered and leaned up to first press your lips to the toy he was still holding, then past it to give him a soft peck on the cheek. “But I meant what I said. I want to experience these things with you... and I know that if I don't like it, you will not push me further. I trust you.”

He dropped the toy then to grab your face with both of his hands, eagerly pushing his lips to yours for a quick but heated kiss. “You are perfect, you know that?”

“I've had some idea,” you replied with a smirk and claimed his mouth for another kiss while your hand searched around blindly until you could feel your fingers brushing against your precious toy.

Grabbing it firmly you noticed him flinching against your lips before he leaned back and watched you curiously, clearly wondering what was going on in that pretty head of yours. Your words, however, surprised him massively.

“You know, I think I cheated you out of an orgasm just now...” you whispered, starting to move your thumb over the tip of the toy.

He frowned at that, eager to remind you that it had been his own fault for pushing you too far, but you seemed too determined to accept that as you kept fondling his fake cock between your fingers. “You really want to go again, after... what I just did to you?” he asked quietly, watching you closely.

You tilted your head slightly, leaning against him as your eyes wandered over his face. “Yes,” you said firmly. “Make me feel good again, Sebastian.”

He clenched his jaw then and his mind was racing. Of course he wouldn't say no to such an offer and he immediately went through his catalogue of potential ways of coaxing all these different noises out of you, but then he thought back to your scream and your words and this whole encounter.

So when he eventually decided on what to do, you were too surprised to say anything. You watched him untangle his limbs from around you and get up from the couch, before he would grab his wand and walk a few feet towards the other corner of the Undercroft, and then you saw him conjuring a large bathtub, with steaming water and foam and soap bubbles filling the air around it.

Once he was done setting it up, he returned to the couch and swiftly picked you up, cradling you in his arms as you cradled your toy in your hands, and brought you to the bath where he would set you down gently until half of your body was submerged in the warm water that was surprisingly soothing on your slightly aching muscles.

Inhaling deeply, you leaned back and let the water flow around you as you watched him with a soft smile playing around your lips. “Aren't you coming in?” you then asked, and when you would playfully dunk the toy in the warm water he'd flinch and give you a deep chuckle.

“I'm already right there,” he said with a nod towards the magic item as he knelt down beside the tub, leaning his folded arms on the edge.

You looked up with a frown. “It's not the same...”

“Trust me, I really shouldn't be in there,” he told you, despite feeling the urge to do just that grow stronger by the second.

“Why not?” you asked rather innocently.

His eyes were on you. “Because I just couldn't control myself...” he whispered, licking his lips as his gaze wandered over your naked form and how the water splashed softly around your curves and glistened on your skin. “I want you to feel good again... and not be ravished into oblivion or worse...”

You opened your mouth at that, your eyes boring into his before you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Who says I wouldn't like that?” you then whispered and he just issued a loud exhale through his nose, while smirking at you darkly.

He was about to find more reasons against your request, but then you bent your knees and let your legs fall over either side of the tub, leaving your centre exposed and open, and as he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering right to your perfect pussy, he saw it before he felt it as you pushed the enchanted toy against your entrance and with only a little flinch, shoved it all the way into your tight little space.

He groaned quietly and gripped the edge of the tub with shaking fingers, feeling your walls tighten around his detached length deliciously. You kept chewing on your lip as you started moving it in and out slowly, your hips stuttering under the sensation. He watched you quietly, feeling his real cock spring back to life slowly with every snap of your wrist against your folds. Swallowing hard, he stood up slowly and noticed your eyes following his every move.

He gave you one last glance, asking if this was really what you wanted, and you understood immediately and nodded. With a deep sigh, he then clambered into the tub with you, sitting opposite you as he snaked his long legs under yours and put his feet on either side of your hips. You watched him with your eyebrows furrowed, your face flushed and your gaze a little confused.

“Just keep doing what you're doing, love,” he told you with a smile. “I'm right here.”

This wasn't what you had expected but it was better than nothing, because now you could watch him as he closed his hand around his cock and started pumping it at the same pace as you pushed the toy in and out of your tight channel. With your breaths quickening, you eventually felt your hand cramping as you kept a firm grip on the base of the item but the water made it quite slippery to hold.

He saw your struggles and with a swift motion, he moved closer, his bent knees brushing against your legs, before he gently grabbed your wrist with his free hand to assist you, only to completely take over and move the fake cock by himself as you lowered your hands and simply watched him in awe, moaning quietly under his ministrations.

With his real cock in one hand and the toy in the other, he quickly felt overwhelmed once more and it only got worse when he suddenly felt your nimble fingers moving over the inside of his thighs as you were determined to assist him now. He let it happen and focused on bringing you pleasure while he let you close your fingers around his hardening arousal.

With the water splashing around you, you kept squeezing and pumping him while he pushed the enchanted object faster in and out of your quivering cunt and you both started moaning and groaning quickly as pleasure built within your bodies.

You watched him intently, noticing every little twitch in his face as he was consumed by the sensations, and once you met his dark eyes, breathing heavily, you had the urge to lean in, and when he did the same only seconds later, your mouths collided with a smack as you kissed him passionately. He scooted slightly closer and deepened the kiss with his tongue frantically circling yours as you both worked against the other faster and harder.

Your moans were swallowed by his eager mouth and his groans vibrated on your tongue as you quickly lost yourself in the feeling of his captivating lips and confident prods and pushes. You barely registered the twitching of your thighs and the shuddering of your body, but you felt his movements, the throbbing of his cock in your hands, the jerk that made his hips buck against your touch, and then, as he grunted against your lips, you felt him spasming and his seed pushed out of him and disappeared into the water.

You kept kissing him even though he had halted his movements against you for a moment, trying to catch his breath despite having his mouth still claimed by your eager lips, and once he regained his composure, you felt him gripping the toy with nimble fingers before he worked it even more vigorously against you, determined to push you over the edge next.

Now it was your turn to moan into his mouth as the tension in your stomach exploded into a million little lights that blinded you for a long moment before you thrashed your head back and threw your arms up as you collapsed against the back of the tub, your heart thundering inside your chest as the water splashed around you. He kept pushing the toy in and out through the tremors of your body, causing your hips to stutter and your thighs to twitch and your toes to curl up painfully.

You were too boneless and your mind too fuzzy to register that he eventually pulled the toy out and moved closer until he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest first against him. Then he leaned back and stretched his body the length of the tub, your motionless form resting on top of him.

“Do you feel better?” you heard him whisper softly, his voice vibrating through you in a calming fashion.

With your eyes closed, you somehow managed to shift against him, your arms snaking around his torso, your cheek pressed to his chest, your ear right over where his heart was beating fast and hard. “Yes...” you breathed against him, still feeling that captivating heat tingling between your legs.

With how you lay on top of him, you realized your rear was practically floating on the warm water, your cheeks exposed to the colder air around you, but it was the most soothing feeling you'd ever felt, especially after having worked your pussy so relentlessly today. Surely it didn't come close to that day he had pushed your body to its limits for what had felt like hours, but it had still been quite the workout.

No matter how much you loved it, having two of your favourite things to play with definitely seemed to take its toll on you.

You felt his hands moving over your back, his fingertips grazing your skin as they worked their way to your round cheeks. Coaxing a whispered gasp out of you, he grabbed your arse and started massaging it with eager fingers. You inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself at the feeling, and leaned against him, tightening your arms around him.

While you relaxed more and more, the warm water moving lazily against your bodies, his body heat so comforting and his touch almost mesmerizing, the fog inside your head lifted slowly – and frankly, you didn't think that was a good thing. And even though you didn't want to ruin the soft moment you two shared, you felt the need to voice your concerns.

“We probably missed a lot of classes, huh?” you mumbled into his chest, your cheek squished against him, and felt him shaking as he gave you a deep chuckle.

“That's what you're worried about?” he asked quietly.

“I wish I could spend all my days with you like this,” you replied and pressed your lips against his warm skin. “But we are still in school... and with the exams approaching...”

“Oh love, shush!” he grumbled and pinched your bum playfully, making you squeak and flinch slightly. “We'll catch up, don't worry. You picked a good day to be extra horny, it was only History of Magic we missed...”

“Oh, well, then...” you muttered under your breath as you moved your hands along his back and suddenly felt something brush against your knuckles. You felt him stiffening slightly as you closed your hand around the toy that had been unceremoniously discarded after it had brought about your current state.

Shifting against him but not moving away from his hands still working on your arse cheeks, you managed to bring his fake cock to lie beside you on his chest and when you tilted your head up, you noticed him watching you curiously, his eyebrows raised and a smirk playing around his lips. “What are you up to now?” he asked hoarsely.

“Nothing,” you said in earnest and smiled at him, while you cradled the toy in your hand and held it carefully to your chest as if it were indeed a beloved pet in need of some cuddles.

“You know, I would be really jealous if that wasn't my cock...” he told you with a frown and a crooked smile and you could hear the sincerity behind his words. You were about to reassure him that nothing could replace the real deal, when a mischievous twinkle settled in his dark eyes. “I was thinking...” he started and tilted his head, the tip of his tongue moving along his bottom lip.

Your turn to frown as you leaned up slightly to better look at him. “Yes?”

“As much as I love it when you use that thing to satisfy your needs, I think it's a little unfair,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through his and your body.

“Unfair? What do you mean?”

“Well, you can use it whenever you want and I have to comply, not that I am complaining, really, but what if I wanted to satisfy my needs? Play around with something of yours?” The smile he gave you was almost sinister and as he asked his last question, he dug his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your arse.

You squirmed slightly and felt your mouth fall open. “Like what?”

“Hmm, a replica of your beautiful bum?” he said quietly and let go of it only to smack his hands on your cheeks, causing your body to sway against him and the water to splash around you.

The shriek you issued was muffled as you pressed your mouth to his chest. “Or perhaps... a mould of your other mounds...” he went on and his hands found your waist before he swiftly spun you around and you could barely hold onto the toy as he snaked his arms under yours and grabbed your breasts, pushing your back against his chest while he started fondling them eagerly.

“These would make for great pillows,” he explained with a chuckle, while you were hardly able to react to either his suggestion nor his touches. “Would you like that?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear now as he pulled you up a little, your nipples hardening quickly under the ministrations of his fingers. “Doesn't this feel nice?”

“Yes...” you breathed with your mind clouding up all over again.

“Just imagine it,” he continued and you weren't sure if it was his fingers rolling your nipples between them or his soft voice vibrating through you that caused the heat to rush back between your legs. “You are in bed at night, missing me dearly, and while you play with my cock, I can fondle your tits and show you how much I miss you too...”

You closed your eyes and felt them rolling back as the first moan escaped you. “Yes...” you said again, unable to form any coherent thought under the image and the very real touches. “Sounds... mhmm...”

“Good?” he asked with a chuckle and continued kneading your breasts. You nodded and started rubbing your backside against his front, the toy in your hand being squeezed unconsciously. Of course he felt your tight grip and when he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear, you shuddered deeply. “Put it in,” he told you and his words alone coaxed another moan out of you.

With nimble fingers you obeyed and brought the magically enhanced cock near your entrance once more. You were still or already worked up enough to allow it to dip in without any struggle and when you felt it slipping deeper, stretching you and filling you up and gliding right where it belonged, you moaned and whimpered, licking your lips as he simultaneously groped and massaged your tender tits.

Instead of moving it in and out, you put it in all the way and kept your hand in place, you even clenched your thighs together, rubbing your rear against the real deal behind you in the process. And soon enough it worked its magic and started thrumming and vibrating inside you, making you squirm and moan and the water around you to splash about loudly, most of it now on the stone floor of the Undercroft.

Sebastian held you in place, his hands palming your breasts as you thrashed your head back into his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted and trembling, more and more noises falling from them. He kept grinding his front against your rear and you felt his real cock hardening between your cheeks.

“Now imagine having my cock in your tight little arse,” he whispered and his lewd words only intensified your experience as he pushed against you at the same time. “Both of my cocks filling you up and moving within and giving you all these... feelings...” His voice was low and he seemed to struggle to utter them as well as you both kept moving against each other, your entire body on fire as he stimulated all your senses.

The toy vibrated inside you more and more, shuddering against your walls with a force you hadn't experienced before, your hand cramping against your folds as you did your best to keep it in. Your stomach tensed up badly, your moans and whimpers louder and quicker, and you felt so light-headed and overstimulated as he continued to pinch your nipples and rub against your rear and whisper dirty words into your ear.

It was when he groaned behind you that your orgasm crashed over you with such a power you were sure your soul had left your body for a moment as you were engulfed by the brightest light yet, the worst and best tremors ever as your limbs twitched and shuddered, and in your frenzy you jerked your hips upwards, your hand slipped and amidst your overwhelming release you barely felt the magic toy slipping out of you.

It all went so fast, you were still floating on your high when you heard him issuing a pained grunt and his movements against you halted. “Fuck...” he cursed loudly and inhaled sharply.

You took a deep breath, your body was barely responding, but in your mind you registered his discomfort and slowly turned your head to him. “What's... wrong?” you whispered, your voice hoarse and shaking and barely audible.

“I once again...” he grunted and gave you a strained chuckle, “underestimated the power of your pussy...”

You frowned and when the haze slowly lifted and you came back to yourself, you shifted against him to fully look at him. “What do you mean?”

Instead of telling you, he raised one hand from your chest and pointed ahead. You followed his outstretched finger and took a look into the dimly lit, vast space of the Undercroft with its stout pillars and damp walls and cold stone floor. Not to mention the array of discarded crates and barrels and old furniture littered about, and suddenly you saw it, quite a distance away from the bathtub. Covered in dust and cobwebs. The magic toy, writhing slightly on the floor.

“What... no!” you exclaimed and already sat up, ready to retrieve it, rescue it, but he held you back by grabbing your waist. “Did I do that?” you asked breathlessly.

He chuckled softly and moved one hand between your legs, his fingers dipping into your still throbbing wetness, your clenching walls completely unaware of the force with which they had pushed out the intruder. “Indeed you did...”

“I'm sorry!” you told him and turned your head to him. “I didn't mean to...”

“I know, don't worry,” he replied and pressed his lips against your temple. “My own fault for pushing all your buttons at once, eh?”

You blushed deeply and gave him a shy smile that made him lean in and claim your mouth for a deep kiss. You raised your hand and held his face. “Did it hurt?” you whispered against his lips, your eyes full of concern as you watched him. “Does it hurt?”

“It's fine,” he whispered back. “You might have to check for bruises though,” he added with a smirk.

He might not have expected it, but you moved immediately, squirming out of his hold to kneel between his legs, the water splashing about some more until there was barely any left. You bit your lip as you put your hands gingerly around his real cock, carefully examining it with your fingers sliding over his heated skin, along the bulging veins and the agitated tip. You felt him flinching under your ministrations, causing you to look up in alarm.

“What is it?” you asked, very concerned about his well-being.

He inhaled deeply and smiled at you. “Give it a lick and find out,” he told you with a wink, leaning his arms on the edge of the tub as he watched you with a gaze full of dark amusement, and after your initial disbelief and a slight rolling of your eyes, you did as he had said and lowered your head towards his tip. You had barely closed your lips around it and extended your tongue as he started twitching against you.

Gasping in surprise, you felt the thick ropes of cum spurting into your mouth, hot and heavy on your tongue, filling you up so much that you had to lean back and let him continue to come on your chin and neck and chest. While you swallowed his seed with heavy gulps, you kept watching him shoot his load all over the front of your body. And you let him, even though you usually didn't like finding clumps of dried cum between your breasts hours later.

But you felt as if you owed him this after making his magic toy fly through the Undercroft like that. That poor thing... But apparently he didn't seem to have taken any damage, it all seemed to work just fine, maybe even a little too much.

Once he was done and spent and empty, or so you hoped, you looked up at him, moving your tongue around your soiled mouth. His eyes were even darker as he stared at you, taking in this rather unfamiliar sight of you covered in his cum. You saw him inhaling deeply and then he moved in and cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours. You whimpered against his lips, but kissed him back quickly, overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of emotion.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he grunted against you before he pushed his tongue into your mouth and kissed you until you felt boneless and light-headed all over again. Putty in his hands, you barely registered how he leaned away and gathered you in his arms, definitely not minding his seed rubbing all over him as he pulled you against his chest.

While you took deep breaths to regain your composure, you noticed him lifting a hand and with a flick of his finger the water level in the tub rose up until its warmth engulfed you both almost completely, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the evidence of his last eruption. As you relaxed against him, your thoughts went back to the dirty toy lying on the floor, unloved and forgotten.

“Do you think it'll be alright?” you whispered against him, really dreading the thought of having damaged your favourite toy.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Don't worry, I'll make you a new one... if you allow me to make a mould of your breasts.”

You groaned in fake displeasure, but then moved said breasts against him and smiled to yourself at the prospect of having him fondle them remotely. “Fine, if you insist...”

End notes: I honestly cannot for the life of me write shorter smut, I am so sorry! This got even longer than I had anticipated. And I could have gone on and on, but I had to end it somewhere, so I hope you don't mind this rather abrupt ending.

By the way, the idea for making a mold of her breasts and the general idea of making him have something to use "against" her came from @msiecrane and @amberlide - thank you both so much for your input! :D

So with that in mind, this will certainly get even more parts one day, the possibilities are endless! Pranks? Anal? Him tied to the bed? These are all things that will happen! (They are already happening in my head...)

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