#I’m not gonna just keel over but it’s not a fun time as you get older

[torchickentacos]

[wintersera]

forever mine || alpha!karina x omega!reader

notes: AGAIN sorry for the delay anon but here’s the request!! fun fact i wrote this while listening to the super mario galaxy ost 😭

cw: OMEGAVERSE, alpha karina, omega reader (obvs), maybe rina is a little possessive, use of toys, biting, scratching, g!p rina, creampie, breeding kink

wc 2.2k

your alpha girlfriend was so sweet and caring, the best alpha you could ever wish for. unlike other alphas, she was never too aggressive with you, rather, she was too careful with you- biologically she should’ve been treating you like you were her toy for breeding, but i guess not. nonetheless she was still a great alpha girlfriend.

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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

first of september- the first ever day since you’ve forgotten to buy your heat suppressants since you started dating jimin. your stomach drops as your pheromones begin to waft around your workplace filled with pure blooded alphas.

shit shit shit i’m dead, oh i’m screwed what do i do? ohhh god what do i do?

it was sorta stupid. yeah- an undercover omega in a job filled to the brim with hardworking alphas. you were doing a great job of convincing everyone that you were just a simple beta. that’s how you landed your job in the first place, but now because of this one stupid mistake, you were bound to lose your job.

“guys…” head manager, a very big alpha man in your words, spoke up. his head tilting and nostrils flaring as he’s looking around the office, confusion on his sharp features “…are you smelling that?” with the attention drawn on your floral scent, you begin to panic as the other alphas begin sniffing around too.

ough,, how do you get outta this situation fast “i think i’ll head out early guys. whoever has their heat is driving me insane it might trigger my rut” how bad of a lie was that. it didn’t matter anyways, dashing out the room with your blazer and bag in, hand rummaging around your trouser pockets as soon as you make it out of the building.

“jesus christ jimin pick up please, please” walking, no- sprinting to the direction of your apartment. you knew your heat was gonna hit you badly. you’ve been taking suppressants for years so having a full blown pheromone disaster for the first time in years was going to be crazy. people were looking at you like you were crazy, but you’d rather have many people look at you weird than have your scent imprinted on the damn streets.

“what’s up?” thank the lord, she answered her phone just in time.

fumbling for your keys trying to shove it into the door lock, you sigh with a heavy breath “uh,, um jimin i’m going into heat- i already feel funny” unlocking the door, you fling yourself into the apartment, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

“what do you mean going into heat? did you not,,, oh well shit okay give me a few minutes” hanging up the call.

not so much to your surprise, slick was coating your cunt like crazy. to the point where it started to go through your trousers and down your legs. the need you had for your girlfriend was so unbearable.

in a haze, you wobbled to your shared bedroom and grabbed one of her used shirts. her clothes smelt so good, the lingering scent dripping from her clothes was enough to make you keel over and plop onto the bed. you felt yourself getting slicker, your needy cunt needing your alpha to come over and fuck you silly was growing stronger each second she wasn’t in the room with you.

taking matters into your own hands because you couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of your heat coiling in your stomach was too much. your brain was giving into your biological urges and you needed to get off now or you’d suffer. grabbing a pile of jimin's clothes and making somewhat of a nest on the bed, you surround yourself with the scent of freshly ground coffee. quickly taking off every single piece of clothing, getting right back up to open the box of toys you kept just in case a moment like this ever happened- searching for anything, any toy, that could satisfy you while you wait for your alpha.

whereas jimin on the other hand was worried sick. throughout your two year relationship with her she’d never seen you in a proper heat. like yeah, the heat suppressants and scent blockers helped quite a lot so you were never heavily affected by the symptoms. of course omegas would usually never get this horrible desire to mate this early into their heat, but unfortunately for you, you did have this raging urge to mate so early.

you weren’t so very conscious, you were starting to feel groggy, a feverish high temperature when you touch your head began to appear. this heat was kicking you in the ass and you couldn’t take it anymore- taking the vibrator in your hands and placing it on the highest setting, your hands make there way all the way down to your throbbing clit “a-ah, hnnng jimin come quick…”

so so desperate for her, you pick up your phone hoping that she would answer your calls “please- please pick up jimin”

“i’m almost home baby, do you need something or…”

“just hurry up i’m begging you to come home pleaseee” and who was she to deny your request. stepping on the gas faster knowing that her precious little omega was in need of her alphas presence. she could here your desperation deep within your voice.

“don’t worry i’m about to park soon, just wait for me okay” jimin, knowing how she acted during your very suppressed heats, believed that she could never submit to her instincts since she has never done so when it came to you. that quickly changed as she opened the door, the scent of roses attacking her as she stepped inside. it was a thick scent, it stuck to everywhere and it didn't help that you couldn’t open the windows in time, now your walls were coated in this thick floral scent.

it took jimin a lot of willpower not to give into her urges right there. she felt her rut kicking in and it made her growl in discomfort. never feeling this way in a while, because she took rut suppressants since the two of you started dating, she started growing hazy much like you did. she was a pure blooded alpha which didn’t help either, the intensity of your heat did rounds on her and she had strongest urge to mark you up.

you could hear her footsteps grow louder and louder, her low growls could be heard with the door still shut. quite impressive. she didn’t even say anything when entering, taking off her work clothes only leaving just her boxers on, the line of her hard cock showing through made you whimper out loud. your slick was practically drooling out from your pussy.

in her eyes you were nothing more than a snack to be devoured. her red eyes peered down at you like you were some sort of prey, and you must admit that pure blooded alpha jimin was really arousing to watch. pheromones in the room were strong as hell, your thick sweet floral scent mixing with jimin’s freshly scented coffee smell made a delicious combination. the scent alone driving you two mad.

she went to sit on the bed, still peering at you meek little body. with hunter like eyes she stared you down and licked her lips, “sit up omega” obeying your alpha like the good little omega you are, you sit up from the nest of clothes.

she could hear little puffs of air pour out of your lips, stifling a chuckle as she watches you struggle to sit up straight and look at her straight in the eye. hooking you up with ease, jimin had your body pressed up against hers, sliding one of her hands in between your thighs opening them up with a strong grip “you look so needy for me” a second goes by and she’s shoving you back into the pillow.

“fuck” jimin whispered “how do you smell so good” nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “you smell so tempting, fuck, i can’t-“ she gave your thighs a firm squeeze, exhaling shakily “you need to take me right now, i can’t take it anymore. i need to feel your tight cunt around my cock” her voice low and coarse. in a flash she slipped her cock into your dripping heat, mewls threatening to escape your mouth.

if you weren’t too dazed and horny you would’ve been saying how you’ve waited for this exact moment. jimin didn’t spend anytime fucking around with foreplay, she went straight into pounding your slicked up hole with no mercy. everything she did set your body ablaze, her hands were touching every single inch on your body and it felt so fucking good.

like a ravenous animal she attacked your neck, licking, marking, biting your throat all whilst groaning. her animalistic mind wanting to show that you’re her omega and nobody else’s and by that she had to litter you with marks of any kind, purposely rubbing her scent to mark you as her omega.

every thrust made your back arch slightly off the bed, hitting all the spots you never knew could feel good because of how nice she usually fucked you. you felt how fast and precise her movement was, and it was heavenly.

as your back arched closer to hers, she shifted even more closer to you, practically pinning you onto the bed by hooking both of your legs above her broad shoulders. hitting even deeper then she previously did before, you felt the tip of her cock graze your cervix “mmfh, fuck, fuck- my baby feels so fucking good” saying all that while she’s harshly sinking her teeth into your shoulders.

“s’too much,, ah- jimin, g-good” her urges began to flare up, the only thing on her mind was to mark you up for good. like she was oh so desperate to keep you as hers.

pulling her cock out, in between breaths she instructs you “turn around. y/n turn over for me.. need to- need to fill you up“ taking your legs of her shoulders and flipping you over with ease, again with her predatory gaze, she stares right at your exposed ass in which tempted her to completely destroy you until you can’t stand anymore, leaving you in a state of vulnerability so that she can take care of you.

her alpha instincts were indeed controlling her every movement, the loving and caring alpha you knew was gone. all was left was a dominating alpha who wanted to fuck you till you were filled up with her cum, even if that means you’ll bear her pups.

returning back into your needy cunt, she moans even louder, louder than you’d ever heard. “omega- omega fuck, i’ll mark you. you’re mine, mine only. mine,,, shit you’re mine forever” relentlessly pushing your head into the pillows, her thrusts became frantic and desperate- her movement erratic and messy, it made you love her even more. her alpha side was making you wetter and wetter, bedsheets were covered with your slick.

your moans were insanely unholy. you were screaming and clawing onto whatever you could grab hold onto. her dick growing larger than before and that's when the both of you knew that she was about to knot into you. grabbing her arm for moral support, you dig your nails harshly into them leaving a few minor scars.

right now you looked so fucked out. you were crying, drooling everywhere all while you were screaming out her name. jimin took her time to place a generous amount of bites and hickeys all over your back too. you know… for extra measures of course.

“aah fuck, pleasepleaseplease alpha cum- cum in me” you sobbed out.

“bout to- gonna,, augh fuck cumming” one final harsh thrust into your cunt and her knot swelled as she spilled every ounce of cum into your hole. your cunt clamping down on her as well, essentially locking the two of you. whilst she knotted into you, she swiftly leaned to the back of your neck and inserted her teeth. it hurt a lot, the feeling of her sharp canines sent your nerves on fire, but only a second later and it felt almost orgasmic.

finally she had marked you, but now you were stuck like this for a while. her knot being large enough to just be stuck in this position. both of you were lowkey back into consciousness, the alpha side of her dying down a little bit and the subby omega side of you dissipating.

after a couple of minutes of basking in your orgasm, her knot went down eventually. it was just enough so that you could move slightly which inevitably caused her semen to seep out of your cunt.

“aaah~ can’t… believe.. i… marked.. you..” catching her breath through each word she managed to muster up “that means you’re mine.. forever, right?”

aww big dom alpha jimin was gone, but your cute puppy of a girlfriend was back. you turn around with her cock still in you and see her smiling right at you, her big puppy eyes beaming with glee.

“yeah.. forever”

[lovelaurs]

hi!! i really like your writing:) you followed me last night and i was So Confused because i don’t post i just repost with stupid tags HAHA if you can and your requests are open (i checked like 29 times and read the rules and im still scared im gonna mess this up and i missed something), can you write a suggestive mcd garroth and laurance little drabble? if you want a direction to go in, i really like fanfics where they fight and it turns into a suggestive bit ^_^ thanks so much aahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

TRAINING TOGETHER

featuring : mcd garroth & laurance x gn reader synopsis : after deciding to train to be a guard, you seek the help of none other then a knight from phoenix drop. yet, after a tough training session, things begin to get a bit out of hand... tags : mature, romance, friends to lovers, sword-fighting, training, kissing, making out, suggestive word count : 2.5k | around 1.2k per character! a/n : woohoo, my first request done! this was really fun to write, so i hope you enjoy!! these two were so silly to write, i just love them so much!

MASTERLIST

GARROTH

As someone who has always dreamt of being a guard, you didn’t exactly have the schedule of one.

After sleeping in for what seemed later than normal, your eyes quickly shot open as you remembered what today was.

Shit.

Your weekly training with Garroth was this morning.

As you quickly shot up from your bed, you ran around your house putting on the first pieces of clothing you could find.

After slipping over a plain tunic along with some boots, you swung open your door, slamming it behind you as you sprinted towards the training grounds.

As you passed through the town, many of the other villagers looked at you with amusement as you exhausted yourself on the way there. They had gotten used to watching you run late to almost everything.

Ever since you were younger, you had always aimed to be a guard.

Except, with the village guards being scarce and always so busy, you were never able to train. This was the very reason that got you rejected from the training program in O’khasis.

Of course, since things have been more and more easier under Lord Aphmau’s rule, the guards have increased, and with that, so has their availability.

After seeking out a guard to help train you, the Head Guard, Garroth, gladly accepted. Even though he himself learnt his sword-fighting in O’khasis, he always mentioned that it wasn’t required to make a good guard, and that all that mattered was the strength in one’s loyalty.

Since you met him from when he arrived, he always showed himself to be loyal.

Ever since then, your hopes have been raised.

It has been weeks since you began training with him, your sword-fighting skills increasing almost tenfold since the first day.

And yet one thing has never changed.

Your tardiness.

As arrived at the training grounds, you keeled over, hands on your knees as you breathed deeply. A disapproving Garroth watched from afar, smiling at the scene.

“Yet again you're late.” He noted, leaning against the guard tower.

“Yeah,” You panted. “No shit.” 

He frowned at your response. “Watch your tone, we’re supposed to be prepping you to be a guard, remember? Guards do not speak that way.” As you finally caught your breath, you stood up straight, nodding. “Right… I’m sorry.” “Great.” Garroth pushed himself off the bricks, reaching for his sword. “Now, are you ready to begin our training that was supposed to start at sunrise?” He teased.

“Haha, very funny.” You sighed at the remark, reaching for the hilt of your sword… before finding it not there.

You frantically patted yourself down, quickly realizing that you had forgotten your sword at home.

“You know, I was waiting for you to notice.” Garroth chuckled. He motioned his head towards the guard tower. “Go grab an extra sword from the armory.” You groaned as you made your way over there, picking up a random sword. 

As you made your way back over to the training grounds, you noticed Garroth watched you with a smirk.

All you wanted was to wipe that stupid look off his face.

As you took your position, readying your sword in front of you, you let your eyes focus on the trained knight before you.

This man had been trained amongst would be Jury Of Nine members, so of course he’d be tough to beat.

It wasn’t until he counted down that you brought yourself back to the present, focusing.

As the word “go” left his mouth, he rushed towards you, unrelenting on his force.

His first contact with your sword was strong, catching you off guard. You held your stance, pushing against his blade, causing him to jump back to regain his own footing.

“Nice defense, your hold is getting stronger.” He smirked, slowly circling you like a shark staring down its prey.

As it seemed he was going to keep taunting you, never truly moving towards you, you decided to take the opportunity to take the lead.

You rushed towards him, putting all your strength into the swing of your sword as it collided with his.

He held his stance, before you both pulled back, colliding your swords once more.

It wasn’t until you shared several more blows that you started to feel sweat pooling on your forehead. This singular match has gone on longer than your usual time, so it wasn’t surprising that your muscles started to ache in response.

Out of nowhere, Garroth swung his sword with all his might, causing your own blade to go flying off towards the bushes behind you.

As you fell to the ground, the blonde stood above you, holding his sword towards your throat.

“You need to work on your grip.” He heaved, before sheathing his sword, offering his hand out to you with a smile.

That’s when you thought of something devious.

You swept your leg under his, causing him to fall on top of you with an “Oof!”.

“And you should work on your stance.” You giggled. 

Garroth adjusted himself, his hands caging you in on both sides of your shoulders. As he took notice of your current position, he paused, just looking at you in the eyes.

You couldn’t help notice just how beautiful his cerulean eyes were. You were so lost within the blue that you didn’t notice how his pupils dilated, his position above you growing stiff.

It was then that his eyes wandered down to your lips, almost watching them impatiently.

With that, you practically couldn’t stop yourself from looping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

As the two of you sat in silence, it wasn’t long before Garroth spoke.

“Can… Can I kiss you?”

A sense of wonder filled his eyes as he watched your expression switch into one of joy.

You smiled, slightly tilting your head. “Yes.” When he kissed you, it felt like all pieces of a puzzle were finally connected. With his lips locked against yours, you savored the feeling as much as possible.

He pulled back for a breath for only about five seconds before diving back to kiss you once again.

His lips hurriedly pressed against yours as if the two of you were running out of time and his goal was to taste your lips on a dying breath.

As if a knee-jerk reaction, you slowly moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, pulling his lower half closer. Garroth couldn’t help but groan at the friction.

His face was flushed, tinted pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

As you lay beneath the blushing blonde, it wasn’t long before your perfect moment was interrupted.

“Sir Garroth! Come quick! Kiki’s animals got loose and-”

The two of you whipped your heads around to see a dirtied Dante, covered in hoove marks and mud, looking at you both all flustered.

He quickly brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes. “Oh my- uh, nevermind! I’m sorry to interrupt-” He stuttered as he began to quickly rush away.

Garroth stumbled off of you, rolling over in the grass before stumbling as he went to chase after Dante “W-Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the guard’s reaction to being caught, catching his attention.

He turned around, puffing his cheeks. “Don’t think you’re getting away from this!” He yelled, before giving you a soft smirk. “I’ll swing by your house later this evening to continue where we left off, okay?”

And with that, he ran after the younger blue-haired knight.

Now it was your turn to flush, as your mind conjured up several images within your mind that left not much to the imagination.

And you just couldn’t wait.

LAURANCE

Who in Irene’s name suggests training in the middle of the woods?

As you made your way through the shrubbery, pushing aside all sorts of branches and leaves, you kept asking yourself if you were going the right way.

When you left the gates of Phoenix Drop earlier in the day, you felt something in your stomach twist. Perhaps it was a bad omen as to your situation now?

The training area Laurance had told you to meet at was somewhat northwest of the wall, in a clearing in which you could see the ocean.

As if such directions would be easy to follow within an overgrown forest such as this!

He had originally suggested it in an empty area so the two of you “could have no distractions”, which in hindsight, you seriously should have doubted more. That charmer of a man always had ulterior motives.

The brunette himself had gone ahead of you earlier in the day, saying he’d set up the area with equipment and some rations. 

Why the hell did you let him go ahead of you?!

As you continued to stumble over tree roots and unforeseen rocks, your eyes eventually caught sight of the ocean.

You had to be close!

You continued to trudge forward, your new boots practically covered in dirt. As you made your way into the clearing, you saw Laurance polishing his sword, his hair tied up into a small ponytail.

While you approached him, you stepped on a twig, alerting him of your presence.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked, raising his head to look at you. “For a minute I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

You scoffed, taking off your satchel and placing it next to what seemed to be the bag of rations he had brought. “Maybe I would have gotten here sooner if someone had at least made it more obvious where this “secret” area was.” 

“You do know what the word secret means, do you not?” He chuckled. “And besides, I’m sort of glad you had to stumble through the woods by yourself. I mean, just look at the state you’re in right now!” He held back a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand as he pointed at you.

You quickly looked around your clothes, seeing countless spots of dirt littered across it, before patting your head to find leaves scattered amongst your hair. You picked out as many twigs from your hair as you could before finally dusting yourself off.

You swung your head back towards his direction with a pout. “I can’t stand you.”

He smiled at the comment, before standing up with his sword in hand, throwing away the cloth he used to polish the blade beforehand.

“So, are you ready to face the all mighty, powerful Laurance?” You guffawed at the comment. “My, it seems you're even more full of yourself than usual.” You unsheathed your own blade in response.

As the two of you began to circle the area, an unspoken commencement of the training between you two, you kept distance from the brunette as you surveyed his moves.

You kept watching his stance, waiting for an opening, until out of chance his foot slipped up just slightly.

Perfect.

You lept towards him, raising your blade above your head before bringing it down with such might that even he was surprised. 

He blocked it easily, sure, but his stance was still unstable. Your first move had caused him to move his feet to re-adjust himself.

A great play indeed.

Your eyes watched as he let his feet move back.

He must have sensed your motives, as his eyes followed yours to his feet. Of course, being the trained guard he was, he wasn’t about to just let you defeat him so easily from a minor slip-up.

The Shadow Knight decided to turn the tables on you, swooping beneath your own feet, causing you to slam into the ground.

He followed you soon after, pushing his sword against yours whilst on top of you. Your eyes trailed over his body, trying to find a weak spot to escape your soon defeat.

Soon, your eyes landed on the side of his lower abdomen, and your foot instinctively kicked him, causing him to fall off to the side.

You took the chance and jumped onto him, your knee pinning down the arm in which he held his sword, with your own blade aimed at his neck.

As you straddled his waist, pinning him down by your blade, you couldn’t help but breath heavily.

“I won.” You smiled, watching as his light blue eyes never left your own. “I won!” You repeated, only this time cheering.

He smirked as you took pride in your victory. “Really? Because right now it really feels like I won.” His eyes wandered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but slightly flush, realizing the position the two of you were in. “You know I can slit your throat if I wanted to, right?” “And yet you don’t seem to be doing it.” He smiled smugly. “Seems to me that you might care for little ol’ Laurance.”

You rolled your eyes as you sheathed your sword back within your scabbard. “In your dreams.” You responded, before turning to get off of the knight.

That was when he grabbed your hand, pulling you flush against him, before he rolled you both over; switching your positions.

As he towered over you on the ground, he brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it gently, before whispering your name.

Your face flushed, the color change obvious enough for Laurance to notice with a smirk. He began to lean down, closing in the proximity between the two of you.

Before simply plucking a stray leaf from your hair.

“You missed a spot.” This. Asshole.

The look of disappointment seemed to have shown as your face, as his smug grin grew even wider. “Hm? What’s wrong? You look a bit frustrated.” He teased, basking in the fruits of his actions.

You puffed your cheeks, sighing. “You know, if you’re thinking about doing something, just go ahead and do it instead of humiliating me.”

A confused look spread across his face before he smiled again, leaning closer to you. “So you do want me.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

It took only a moment for that to process in his brain before he swooped in and planted his lips upon yours.

Your heart fluttered as you felt Laurance battle to take the lead. His lips almost fight against yours as if you were dueling once more.

At some point, you decided to just let him win, seeing as you beat him in your duel.

That’s when he turned you over, both of you laying on your sides as his hands flew to grip your hips. The action caused you to let out a gasp on Laurance's lips, which he took as an opportunity to let his tongue explore. His knee popped up in response, placing itself between your thighs.

You felt like you were going to die. From the way he kissed you, to the grip he had on your hips, and the friction he was causing between your legs? Oh my Irene, it was incredible.

As he pulled back to take a breath, you suddenly realized the two of you were outside… anyone could see you.

But your worries were quickly assuaged as you realized… This place was secret after all.

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

[ddejavvu]

Hungman - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's camboy endeavors are not unbeknownst to you, and one day you take him up on a teasing offer to join

Requested: ohhh how about thoughts on camboy Jake (screen name Hungman) whose best friend walks in on him after a show and he jokingly invites her to join him next time. she accepts (shocking Jake bc she’s lil miss sweet, shy, good girl) and when it comes show time he finds out just how nasty his bestie can be (I’m talking her begging him to be mean and nasty and “spank me daddy please!!!” which blows his mind). he makes bank that night and invites her back to his bed anytime. show or not.

Contents/Warnings: best friend/roommate!jake, smut (minors dni), rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), AFAB/fem!reader, ever-so-slight degradation, p in v but from the back, penetration, no mention of protection, teasing/joking daddy kink (she says it once to piss him off so it's not really a kink i don't think), camboy!jake

WC: 2.8K / navigation

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

"Jake, I found the rub you were looking for last week, it was only- woah!"

You come to a screeching halt in the doorway, watching as your roommate doesn't seem rushed at all to cover up his bare lower half. He's got a lazy smirk on his face, standing with his sweat-slicked chest on display as his hands hover almost uselessly over his dick.

"Oh, good," He nods, holding eye contact with you as your gaze threatens to slip lower, "Meat for dinner tonight. then. Sorry," He apologizes a moment too late, glancing down at his bare form, "Stream ended late."

"No worries," You give him a small smile, bag clutched tighter in your hands, "Sometimes I forget you do those things, m'never here to see 'em."

"Oh, yeah? You wanna be?" Jake chuckles, reaching for a towel while keeping one hand still over his cock. As big as his hand is, it's no use there.

"Wouldn't mind joining," You shrug, "It would be nice to have some extra pocket cash."

"Joining?" Jake's laugh is even more incredulous now, and he rubs the towel through his sweaty hair rather than wrapping it around his midsection, "Darlin', the day you join me is the day I'll keel over in shock."

--

You march towards Jake's room clad in tight lingerie, black lace snug to your skin.

"Get ready to keel over," You command, stepping over a stray sock in his doorway, "Ready to do this thing?"

"Woah!" Jake's eyes widen as he turns, clad in only tight briefs. It gives you a very intimate view of his clothed cock, and all of a sudden the fabric seems a lot tighter.

"What's the plan?" You ask, readjusting the strap of your bra, "Just, drop down on the floor and fuck like rabbits?"

"Y/N," Jake breathes, chest heaving with shock, "What- what are you doing?"

"You said I could be here," You huff, cocking a hip out and crossing your arms, making your tits pop, "What, you changed your mind? I wasn't kidding, I need money."

"You're really joining?" Jake asks, face the picture of a disgruntled Ken doll.

"No, Jake," You sneer, narrowing your eyes, "I was actually planning on going for a walk in the park. Just wanted to see if you'd join me."

"Alright, alright," Jake's shoulder slump from where they're tensed at his ears, "No need to get snippy, missy."

You see his dick twitch. He likes snippy.

After a bout of awkward silence, Jake gestures to a camera set up on his desk.

"Camera's there," He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, "Not on yet, though. We're gonna go live, so I can't edit out your face. You got a mask, or something?"

"Nah," You shake your head, "Not unless you want me wearing your helmet."

"That's-" Another dick twitch, briefs straining to contain him, "-not a bad idea. But I probably shouldn't use government-issued equipment for porn."

"No fun," You lament, striding over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You're fully presented to him, ass up and head down, wriggling your hips as you wait for the beep of the camera.

"So," You shimmy, "Anytime soon, big guy?"

"You're really ready for this?" Jake asks, hovering by the camera with an uncertain gaze.

"Just-" You huff, straining to meet his eye with a desperate look in your own, "Fuck me, Jake!"

His eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and you swear his briefs nearly rip.

"Okay," He murmurs, low and dangerous, and you hear the click of the camera's recording button.

"You," Jake drawls, sidling up behind you and gripping your hips in his strong hands, "Have been a very naughty girl."

You scoff at his stereotypical porno-style dialogue, playing along anyways, "Oh, yeah? What did I do, daddy?"

You hear his breathing hitch, and his fingers dig harder into your flesh.

"You've been watching my streams," He murmurs, dangerous and accusatory. Your stomach bottoms out, you have. You aren't sure how he's figured you out, but you have, and until now, you'd thought you were getting away with it. He wasn’t hard to find, and you have to give him credit for his creative screen name: Hungman.

"All this time," He hums, slowly smoothing his hand over the fleshy globes of your ass, "You've been buried under the covers in your room, those pretty little hands of yours sinking in your cunt, huh?"

Then, after a moment of silence, he hums, "Yeah?"

You nod, almost shamefully, and you're given a sharp smack to the ass in response.

It makes you cry out, and your voice blends with Jake as he roars, "Answer me!"

"Yes!" You yelp, breathing heavy as you push your ass further towards him, in search of another surge of pleasure, "Yes, I- I've been watching your videos."

"And last week," He drawls, rubbing your sore ass with his massive, rough hand, "Caught me damn near naked. You think I didn't see how flustered you were? Think I didn't notice how tense those shoulders were, huh?" Jake's large hand moves up your back, squeezing at your tight shoulder. You gasp at the feeling, his fingers prodding at sensitive muscles.

"This whole time," He stalks around to the front of the bed, cock out and hard near your face. It makes your mouth water; you nearly choke on your drool.

"This whole time you've been thinkin' about me, haven't you?" Jake asks, running a soft hand through your hair, "Fingers buried in that wet cunt of yours, stuffin' a shirt- my shirt in your mouth to stop from moanin'."

"How do you-" You stammer, but Jake cuts you off, hand tightening in your hair.

"I saw you." He reveals, "'Came in to give you your laundry. You left the door open, baby. Did you want me to see?"

"No," You shake your head, but it doesn't go far with his hand in your hair, "No, I- I didn't know you were home."

"Didn't know," Jake scoffs, dick stiff, "I walk like a damn elephant, Y/N. You knew."

"I didn't mean for you to see me," You insist, but oh, you did, "Honest, Jake, I swear!"

"Don't swear," He sneers, letting go of your hair to lean over and swat at your ass again, "This is what you wanted, baby. This is it," He slips a hand under his hard cock, pushing it towards your face, "Take it, darlin'. Take it, this is what you wanted."

You lean to the side, tongue already out in anticipation of taking Jake's dick into your mouth. But the second before you can get a taste, though, he backs away a step, leaving you open-mouthed and whining.

"Look at that," He chuckles, reaching with his free hand to grip your jaw, thumbs hollowing out your cheeks, "So desperate. You opened right up for me, baby."

"Mhm," You struggle to speak through the grip Jake has on your cheeks, "Yeah. Want your- your cock, Jake."

"Filthy," He scoffs, releasing your face to land yet another smack against your ass. You let out a broken whine through pursed lips, but you feel the head of Jake's cock bump them, and you're opening your mouth eagerly once more.

"Take it," He scoffs, "You want it so damn bad. There," He jerks his hips forward, jamming his dick so far into your mouth that it's nearly down your throat, "That good enough for you, baby? That what'cha wanted?"

"Mhm," You nod vigorously, mouth subsequently sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. "Thank you," You pant around his length, words mumbled and drooly, "Thank you, Jake."

"Good manners," He praises you with a cocky glance towards the camera, "Showing off for the audience?"

You give your hips a wiggle for the camera, and your ass jiggles with the movement. Jake groans, fisting a hand in your hair once more, "Come on baby, don't tease."

He tugs you further onto his cock with the hand he's tangled in your hair, and your throat constricts without warning, an involuntary gag. You choke, spluttering and coughing as he barely lets up, hand not only pulling your head forwards but pushing it down, too, fully taking your mouth with his hard length.

You run your tongue against the underside of his cock and curl it up around the tip. It's difficult to do with how deep he's buried inside your mouth, but you rear back against his hold and take a gulp of fresh air with the motion of your tongue. When your wet muscle flicks through his slit he hisses, hand nearly ripping your hair out.

"God," He gasps, this time using his grip on your hair to pull you off of his cock, grunting and groaning as you chase after him with your mouth, "Ease up, darlin'. Easy, I- I've gotta get inside you."

The only way you'll let him take his cock out of your mouth if is he puts it inside of you. You go limp, knees already tired and arms even worse. But nothing deters you from the excitement of being fucked from behind by Jake.

When you feel his large, rough fingers tug at the strap of your panties, you expect them to ghost over your ass. But they plunge for your cunt instead, prodding at the end of your slit.

"Ah!' You seize up, stiff as you try getting a glimpse of him, "Jake, I-"

"I don't have the patience to work you open," Jake apologizes, thumbing gently over your tight asshole, "Your cunt's already wet, darlin', just- god," His fingers hit a gush of slick and slip easily into your pussy, "I need to be inside you now."

"Okay," You nod, panting as Jake's fingers nudge roughly at your clit, "Oh, god, Jake, just- fuck me!"

"Don't make me spank you again," He grumbles, one hand guiding his dick towards the end of your slick slit, "I am, brat."

"Yeah?" You wriggle your hips, egging him on, "Can't feel you yet. Maybe you don't have as big of a dick as I thought, cowboy."

Jake chooses to show, not tell. In a quick second, his cock is rammed so far into your cunt, you see stars. Your only warning had been the soft stretch of his thick fingers, but this, this is rough, aggressive, demanding.

"Feel it now?" Jake spits, leaning over your back to sneer against your ear, "'S rippin' your pretty little cunt open, darlin'. Still think it ain't that big?"

"Use it," You grunt, gritting your teeth so that you don't moan. You don't want him to have the satisfaction of getting to you, "Move. Fuck. Me."

You're not the only one good at following orders. Maybe it's the navy training in him, but he's obedient, but he rears his hips back, his thick cock dragging deliciously along the walls of your wet, hot cunt.

He sets a merciless pace, jackhammering his hips into your own hard enough to split right through your cunt and jam his dick up through your throat. His balls slap against your thighs, and the speed at which he rams into you shakes the bed, his headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall.

"There," He grits, breath hot against your shoulder "You happy? You're pretty demanding for a bitch on her hands and knees."

"Harder," You beg, finally letting a strangled moan slip through your lips, "Harder, Jake, I need more!"

"Gonna fuck you through the wall if I go harder," Jake scoffs, nipping at your earlobe. He reaches up to pinch your clit between two rough fingers, twisting and teasing the oversensitive bud, "What about that, baby? That better?"

"Ah! Yes," You gush, drilling your hips backwards as Jake's pinch turns to circles over your clit, "More, Jake, I need- I need more!"

"More," He mimics you, bumping his lips into the side of your temple so that you turn and raise your head to try and meet him. It's killer on your neck, but it's the only way you can mouth desperately at his lips.

"So damn greedy. Is that what you were moanin' into that shirt of mine, darlin'? Beggin' for more, for the real thing?"

"Yes," You pant, lips pressing desperately to his own, over and over again from that awkward sideways angle you're barely able to reach, "Yes, Jake, I- I need you!"

"Tell them," Jake urges, parting from the sloppy side kiss he'd attempted and grabbing your face in his free hand. One is still circling your clit, but that means that his weight is on you, and you're barely able to hold yourself up with him on top. He yanks your head to the side, putting your drool-covered chin and fucked-out face on display. He's wearing a cocky smirk. but you can't see it, and only when your face is in position does he plant his hand back on the mattress and take his weight back.

"I need you, Jake," You moan, pathetic and desperate to the camera. You feel Jake's dick twitch inside of you, and his fingers circle faster at your clit. It sends a surge of arousal so powerful rolling under your belly that you nearly cum right then and there, but it fizzles out to wait for another wave.

"Ah! I need you," You repeat, babbling with a half-open mouth now, "I need you, I need you, I need you so bad, Jake!"

"Agh," He grunts, teeth biting and nipping at your bare shoulder as his hips jerk forwards even faster, a near-impossible pace, "Yeah? Yeah, oh fuck, scream for me, baby, come on."

His cock is rock hard, leaking, twitching, and slamming into your most sensitive spot. You let a steady flow of whimpers and moans fall from your lips, but as Jake's dick pistons harder in and out of you, they turn to screams.

Jake's cum floods your cunt. There's no other word for it than flood, it gushes from his tip and gets slammed into your cunt, having nowhere to go but out. You feel it ooze around his shaft, and it's sticky and hot against the walls of your cunt as he chases his high. He does fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast, and the feeling of him milking his dick in your pussy sends you over the edge with another rolling surge of pleasure.

"Ah!" Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with both the force of your orgasm and the effort of holding yourself up. Your climax makes your cunt spasm, and Jake feels the way your cunt squeezes his cock, clenching relentlessly and sporadically as you get fucked through your own high.

"Oh," He pants against your back, lips pressing to your dewy skin, "Oh- Oh my god,"

"Fuck," You hiss, finally slumping forwards where you'd been arching your hips backwards to get more of Jake's length in your cunt, "Oh, fuck! Jake," You breathe, "I- God, that was good."

"Mhm," He hums, dick still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled cunt as he takes a moment to breathe. His hand falls from your clit, and his forehead presses to your back before he breathes, straightening up and alleviating the pressure of his weight against you.

You have no problem collapsing your elbows and letting yourself slump to Jake's mattress. You're drained, and you can barely remember to keep your face turned towards the camera as Jake pulls out of your cunt. Once he's out, you let your knees straighten, your hips falling to the sheets below.

"Jesus," Jake huffs, thumbing at the puffy lips of your cunt and smearing some of his cum against your ass, "I made a real mess of you, darlin'."

"S'okay," You grunt, too spent to care about any clean-up, "Just- turn off the camera and come lay with me."

You do hear the click of the camera, and a few stray keyboard strokes. But your eyes drift shut, and they only reopen when you feel something warm and wet against your cunt.

You almost wish it was Jake's tongue, but it's not. You're too tired for that now, you think, but it's a suggestion for a later date.

It's a washcloth, and you must have been too hazy to hear the sink water running from the bathroom. Jake cleans up your puffy, stiff entrance, placating you with a warm hand on your thigh when you squirm and hiss at the sensitivity.

"I know," He croons, wiping away the last smear of his cum against your ass, "I know, darlin'. It's over now, you can sleep."

"No," You whine, reaching blindly for him, "You too, cowboy."

"Alright," He chuckles, soft and tired, "C'mere."

He tugs you to one side of his bed, and crawls over you to the other. He gathers you in his arms and you let him, limbs going limp as he tucks you against his chest.

"We made a ton of money," He informs you, lips dotting against the tip of your nose. He rubs his large hands over your back, a soothing gesture that helps you slip further towards sleep, "Come back any time, baby. Camera or no camera."

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[pedroscurls]

Guys Night Out

Character(s): Joel Miller (pre-apocalypse) and Reader (female, second person POV)  Summary: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club. Word Count: 7,160 (lol i got carried away) Author's Note: This is just pure filth lol, no context, no backstory, just Joel finally getting some much deserved release😉 Warning: smut!!! (lapdance, p in v, oral m receiving, woman on top, doggy style, brief daddy kink, dirty talk) Songs: Pony by Ginuwine // Untitled (How Does it Feel) by D'Angelo (bold+italics = song lyrics)

“Come on, Joel,” Tommy said. “It’s just one night out and I know Sarah’s sleeping over at a friend’s. What are you gonna be doin’ all night?”

“I don’t know, Tommy, maybe actually get some rest?” Joel said, lugging his tools into the bed of his truck. He knew that Tommy was right; he definitely needed to let loose and have some fun, especially since he had been working nonstop for the past few weeks. 

“Sounds boring.” 

“It ain’t boring.”

“Ah, so you’re just an old man then,” Tommy smirked.

Joel narrowed his eyes and gently slapped his younger brother at the back of his head. “I ain’t old and you know it.”

“Sure beats me,” Tommy replied, rubbing the back of his head as he quietly chuckled. 

Joel sighed and looked over at Tommy. “Where y’all going anyway?” 

Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean you’ll come out tonight?”

“I’ll think about it.” 

“How about this,” Tommy began, climbing into the passenger side of the truck while Joel climbed into the driver’s side. “I buy your first round.” 

Joel scoffed, starting the car. “Will I be able to choose what I wanna drink or are you gonna be doin’ that for me?” 

“Whatever you want, brother,” Tommy grinned. “First round’s on me.” 

Joel shrugged. “Alright, maybe. We’ll see.” 

“You won’t regret it.” 

“I’m thinkin’ I might,” he replied. 

“You’ve been working your ass off, Joel.” Tommy said, glancing over at his older brother as he began to drive. “You deserve a night out for yourself.” 

“As long as you promise we ain’t gettin’ in any trouble tonight,” Joel responded. 

“Me? Trouble?” Tommy feigned a gasp, followed by another laugh. “Fine, no trouble.”

“Alright, I’ll see ya tonight.” 

—

“Tommy, what in the hell?” Joel said, climbing out of his truck to see that Tommy had given him directions to a strip club. This wasn’t what he was expecting and it certainly wasn’t something he was used to. He knew that Tommy was the more outgoing, more friendly, more charming of the two, but he just didn’t know that this was the place Tommy wanted to be at when he said it was going to be a guys night out. 

“What?” Tommy chuckled. “It’s gonna be fine.”

“We’re at a goddamn strip club.”

“I know,” he replied. “I’m the one who gave you the directions.” 

“What are we doing at a strip club, Tommy?” 

He grinned, clasped a hand on Joel’s shoulder and led him inside. “Lettin’ loose.”

Joel immediately felt out of place once he walked into the strip club. It was definitely a sight that he wasn’t used to: plenty of men surrounding the stage with stripper poles, countless women (some even topless) dancing and roaming the floor to men who wanted their attention. Joel would be lying if he said that he regularly had sex; in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he did have sex. 

Sarah and work were his main priorities and anything that didn’t involve either of the two didn’t seem important to him. 

But now, as he followed Tommy to the bar, he found himself yearning for contact, for a woman to give him attention, for release of all the pent-up emotions he didn’t realize he was bottling in. 

“Alright, what you wanna drink?” Tommy asked.

Joel cleared his throat, shrugging a shoulder. “I’ll just get a beer.” 

Tommy looked over at Joel and let out a laugh, watching how uncomfortable his older brother looked. “Relax,” he said. “You look like you’re about to keel over.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw. “I was expecting a bar, not a goddamn strip club.” 

“What’s the difference?”

Joel shook his head. “You know damn well what the difference is, Tommy. Is this where you usually go whenever you go out?” 

“Not always,” Tommy chuckled. “But I wanted to bring you here because I feel like it’d help you let loose. You’re always so uptight, so focused on everyone else but you.” 

“I got a kid to look after. If I’m uptight, it’s because I need to make sure she’s taken care of.” 

“Right,” Tommy said, nodding. “Makes sense. I know Sarah’s your world, Joel. I ain’t sayin’ that’s a bad thing. I’m just sayin’ you gotta do some things for yourself once in a while.” 

Joel sighed, taking the beer from the bartender. Again, he knew Tommy was right. He was probably working himself to an early grave with the amount of hours he had put into work; even Sarah noticed how busy he had seemed. 

“Fine,” Joel said. “So, what do we do here? Take a seat and just hand out dollar bills?”

Tommy laughed. “That’s the premise of it, yeah.” 

Joel’s attention moved from his brother to someone who had come out from behind the stage. You were (obviously) wearing a skimpy bikini, almost too thin and revealing to even be considered clothes. Your hair was down and wavy, but as you walked towards the bar, there had been something different Joel noticed. Your eyes lit up and your smile managed to capture and hold his attention longer than the other women who were dancing or walking from table to table. 

You seemed genuine, more real compared to the other women and Joel found himself captivated. His eyes ran along your frame, watching as your hips swung with each step and when you met his eyes, Joel immediately looked away, almost like he was embarrassed to have been caught that he was obviously ogling you.

Tommy saw Joel’s eyes intently focused on you and he couldn’t help but laugh. When you had come closer to the bar and leaned against it, Tommy was the one to strike up a conversation. 

“Hi there,” Tommy said, taking a sip of drink. 

“Hello,” you smiled, looking up at Tommy. “How are y’alls night going?” 

“Going great now,” he winked. “Right, Joel?” 

Joel cleared his throat. He nodded and raised his glass in your direction. “We’re doing fine, ma’am.”

Ma’am? Joel was kicking himself with all the polite pleasantries, but the way you were staring intently at him had him fumbling over his words. 

Tommy snickered and shook his head. “Excuse my brother. He’s not– This ain’t usually his scene.”

“Oh? First time?” You asked, tilting your head with a smile. 

“Somethin’ like that,” Tommy chuckled. 

“I just ain’t used to–”

“Beautiful, naked women?” You interrupted with a grin. “That’s okay. It ain’t for everyone.”

Tommy let out a laugh and Joel felt even more embarrassed, but as you continued to look at him, he somehow felt himself relax. The fact that you weren’t throwing yourself at them like the other women who were probably instructed to do so provided a sense of comfort. 

“Well, I’m Sunshine,” you smiled. “If y’all need anythin’, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help.” 

Joel cleared his throat and nodded. When you walked away, Joel’s eyes fell to your backside. He bit the inside of his cheek and watched as you looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes with a smile. 

“Sunshine ain’t her real name, right?” Joel asked. 

“Of course not,” Tommy chuckled. “By the way, ma’am?” 

“Oh, shut up.”

—

Throughout the night, Joel followed Tommy’s lead, but all he could think about was you. He had only seen you that one time at the beginning of the night, but hadn’t seen you since. That was until Tommy had excused himself to the bathroom and came back out with you walking alongside him. Joel straightened up in his seat and glanced over in your direction before Tommy took his seat back next to him. 

“I got you a little somethin’,” Tommy whispered, nudging Joel’s arm. 

“Tommy–”

“Joel, right?” You smiled, looking down at him. He was definitely one of the better looking patrons that came in and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to him. 

“That’s right,” Joel nodded. 

“Wanna come with me?” you asked, biting your lower lip. 

“Oh,” Joel furrowed a brow and glanced over at Tommy who gave him a smirk. “Where to?” 

“Let’s find out.” You gently took his hand, feeling the rough calluses. You had to wonder what he did for a living, but you assumed he worked a lot with his hands. They were even much larger than yours too and you wondered what else about him was big. 

“Tommy…” 

“I won’t bite,” you teased. “Unless you like that.” 

Joel cleared his throat and looked over at Tommy.

“It’s just one private dance, Joel. Relax,” Tommy said.

Joel stood up and looked down at you. This time, he caught you looking at him from top to bottom and it gave him a surge of confidence. He wondered if you found him attracted too, but maybe this was all part of the job: feign interest to get more tips. Eagerly though, Joel followed you towards the back of the room and watched as you entered another smaller room, much more private and distant from the front of the strip club. It was also much quieter, darker, but he can still visibly make you out. 

“So, Joel,” you said, shutting the door behind you both. “Is this okay?” 

“I– Uh,” he bit his lower lip. “I don’t see why not, darlin’. Is this okay with you?” 

You smiled at that. Not many men would be so polite and thoughtful as Joel and you found it endearing, charming actually. So, you walked towards him, entering his personal space until you were just a few inches away from him. He towered over you, but there was an aura about him that you found to be comforting, safe even. 

“More than okay with me.” Then, you moved your hands to his chest and gently pushed him until he was sitting on the sofa. Joel looked up at you, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He tried to remind himself that it would be absolutely embarrassing if he were to get an erection especially since it wasn’t going to lead to anything. It was just a dance. One dance and that was it. 

Or so he thought. 

Joel watched you turn the music on. It filtered the entire room, shutting out the rest of the people from the outside as he remained completely focused on you and the way your hips moved expertly to the beat of the song. 

It really had been such a long time since he had any connection with the opposite sex. Joel found himself craving more and more of you specifically, especially with the way your eyes locked onto his. It made him feel special, like no one else in this strip club was significant enough to have your attention. 

But here he was, eyes locked with yours as you moved your body to the beat of the song. 

Each step you took, you found yourself in a heated gaze with him. His eyes were piercing through your soul, looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and it gave you the confidence to continue, to prolong this dance as long as you could. 

If you're horny let's do it

Ride it, my pony

Slowly, you straddled his lap and moved your hands to rest on the back of the couch. You heard him let out a quiet grunt once you were on his lap and you tried your hardest not to falter when you felt his bulge press firmly against your heat. 

Still, your eyes remained locked with his and Joel kept his hands on his sides, not sure what was appropriate or what was allowed. He certainly didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Joel felt your hips roll against him, applying just the right amount of pressure against the center of his jeans.

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

Your hips lifted from his own, but your body continued to move. You accentuated each move and gently reached down to grab his hands, allowing him to place them on your hips. Your hands moved from the back of the couch to his chest, running them slowly up and down and feeling the muscle from beneath your fingertips. 

Joel gripped your hips, fingertips digging gently into your skin as he allowed your body to move firmly against his. The feeling of your hands running along him made him even more excited and when you finally broke eye contact, Joel took this opportunity to watch your body move expertly to the song. 

You leaned forward, lips hovering near his ear as your hips rolled against him, planting yourself back against his lap. “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you whispered.

Joel groaned quietly in response and held you in place for a moment, pulling back to look up at you. “Oh, Sunshine, you have no idea.”

The way your name left his lips suddenly got you aroused and you felt a wetness settle between your legs. This was highly unprofessional, but there was just something about him that made you want more. 

You stood from his lap and bit your lower lip. You teased the string of your bikini, watching as his eyes raked over your frame. When he saw you reach for the string, watching you teasingly pull it undone, Joel had to compose himself. In just a few seconds, your chest would be exposed and part of him wanted to stop this, wanted to take you back home so that he could finish the only way he knew how, but he had to remind himself that to you, this was just a job. 

But as he was anticipating your top to fall from your body, it never came. Instead, Joel watched as you moved your hands to his knees and up his thighs before you turned around and gave him a good view of your backside. Joel grunted lowly, which the music managed to hide, as he continued to watch your hips move, your butt moving to firmly plant itself against his lap again. Joel felt his lower half throb and stir awake every time you met his eyes, every time your hips moved against his. 

And as you looked over your shoulder at him with your lower lip between your teeth, flashing him an innocent look, Joel felt himself almost lose his composure. 

He wanted you bad. 

Just once if I have the chance

The things I would do to you

You and your body

Your hands remained on his knees as your hips rolled against his. It was obvious that you could feel his throbbing erection against you and while normally that would be a sign for you to end the dance, you found it hard to stop yourself. 

You wanted more of him. 

Joel felt comfortable enough to allow his hands to roam your body, so he ran his hands up and down your sides as your hips moved against his own. He had to wonder if you were getting excited too, if you were getting wet at the feel of him and part of him was hoping that you would make the first move and tell him to meet you after work. 

That maybe he wasn’t as crazy as he thought to think that only he was feeling some sort of connection with you. 

If you’re horny let's do it

Ride it my pony

As the song came to an end, Joel found himself dreading the moment you had to get up and tell him that this was over. Instead, he was surprised when you stood from his lap only to straddle him again, except this time, your face mere inches from his and your chest pressing against his own.

God, Joel wanted you so badly. 

“So,” you whispered, lips hovering against his own. “What’s the verdict?”

Joel licked his lower lip. “I think you ruined me, darlin’.”

You let out a quiet giggle as your hands moved to his shoulders. “That so?”

Joel nodded. “I don’t think anyone can top that, Sunshine.” Then, he realized that the feeling was mutual. Once your name left his lips, he felt you squeeze your legs together while you remained on his lap and a quiet whimper escaped your lips. This gave Joel another inch of confidence as his hands moved to your hips. 

“If this ain’t professional, let me know, but…” Joel began. “I wanna take you home.” 

You bit your lower lip. “This never happens. I usually have a rule and–”

“I understand,” Joel interrupted, feeling embarrassed that he even suggested something so crazy. “This is your job and–”

“But I want you,” you said, interrupting him. 

“You do?” Joel asked, surprised. 

You leaned forward, whispering quietly into his ears. “I’m practically soaked, Joel.”

Joel growled at that and pulled back to look at you. “Can I take you home?” 

You smiled. There it was again. So polite and gentleman-like. You were sure that if it was any other man, they would have taken you right then and there, but Joel… Joel was different. 

“I’m off in a couple of hours.” 

Joel nodded. “I can wait.”

—

Two hours later Joel was outside in the parking lot, waiting for you. He had told Tommy exactly what happened and his younger brother was all too eager to let this happen, to leave him here without a ride. Joel wondered if you would change your mind, but when he saw you come out of the building dressed in leggings and an oversized hoodie, he found himself even more attracted to you now than when you were wearing that skimpy bikini. 

“Wow,” he called out. 

You smiled and walked over to him. You were sure that once he saw you dressed in an outfit that wasn’t revealing or without any makeup that he was going to change his mind. Besides, it helped that the only thing you were wearing earlier was a very tiny bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. So, you expected him to change his mind, that he didn’t want to take you home after realizing that you weren’t what he wanted anymore. 

But the way he was looking at you told you otherwise. Even now as your entire body was covered up, your hair in a messy bun, and bare faced, he was still looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Stop,” you blushed. 

“What?” Joel smiled. 

“You’re looking at me.”

He chuckled. “You’re nice to look at.”

“Even without the makeup and tiny bikini?”

“You know,” Joel smiled. “I think I like you better this way.” 

You blushed and set your bag into the backseat of your car. Joel gently took your hand and turned you around to face him. He bit his lower lip as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he began. “We can just go our separate ways and–”

You interrupted him with a kiss, lips pressing against his as you stood on your toes. Joel melted into you as one hand moved to your hip and the other to cup your cheek. But before it could go any further, you pulled away.

“I want this. I want you.” 

Joel nodded and leaned down to peck your lips. “Good because I want you too, darlin’.”

The drive was short to Joel’s house and you found it hard to focus when you felt his eyes on you as you drove. You spared him a few glances and while there was a look of hunger in his eyes, there was also a sense of appreciation; Joel looked at you like you mattered, like you were special, like you were the only woman who deserved his attention. 

You pulled into his driveway and glanced over at him. When he climbed out of your car, you saw him rush around to meet you by opening your door. He looked at you with a small smile as he extended a hand out for you. You felt butterflies swarming within you and part of you hoped that whatever was going to happen next would happen again. Sure, you hadn’t had sex with him (yet), but you were absolutely sure that you were going to want more of him. 

“You always this polite?” You asked, climbing out of your car with his help. 

Joel chuckled and led you inside. “Only to the pretty ones.” 

You bit your lower lip and felt a blush creep up along your cheeks. Once inside, you glanced around and immediately felt how warm and cozy it was. You saw a few photographs with Joel and Tommy, but when you saw a younger girl, you glanced over at him. You weren’t sure if this was only going to be a one time thing, so you didn’t bother to ask, didn’t bother to pry out personal information from him.

“You want anythin’ to drink, darlin’?” 

You nodded. “Sure. Water’s fine.” 

Joel gave you a quick kiss and walked down the hall to the kitchen. You followed him eagerly as your eyes still took in your surroundings. This was so much different than your small apartment. 

“My daughter’s at a sleepover,” Joel said, handing you a glass of water. 

Well, that answered your question. You took the glass from him and took a sip, looking up at him. “So, you’re a dad.” 

“I am.”

“Daddy,” you teased. “It fits you.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and let his eyes rake over your frame. Despite the clothes that you were wearing, all he could imagine was that skimpy bikini you were wearing and how you had almost removed your top for him earlier that night. He gently moved his hands to your hips, backing you into the counter, trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter. 

“You’re trouble, ain’t ya?” he whispered. 

“You want me to be?” You took another sip of your water before setting it aside. Slowly, you moved your hands to wrap around his shoulders, looking up at him. “I can be whatever you want me to be, Joel.”

Joel let out a quiet growl and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. “So, if I ask you to bend over for me, you’d do it?”

“Happily,” you replied, biting your lower lip. 

“And if I ask you to get down on your knees, you’d do that too?” 

You nodded, feeling the wetness pool between your legs almost immediately. “Oh yeah… And if you asked me to beg, I’d do that without question also.”

Joel groaned and moved his lips to your jawline, gently nipping along the way as he moved to the side of your neck. You whimpered, feeling his beard scratch against you. Your eyes fell shut and you tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for him. His lips moved along your skin, dragging teeth and tongue across plenty of hot spots that you didn’t realize you even had. 

You would be lying if you said your sex life was exciting, but the majority of the time, the men you had been with always seemed to only care about themselves. Though, it seemed like Joel was the type of man to cater to you and that brought an intense excitement that settled in the pit of your stomach. 

Joel moved his lips to your earlobe, gently nipping as he brought you flush against him. You could feel his bulge from beneath his jeans as you rolled your hips impatiently against him, needing contact and friction. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, darlin’,” Joel whispered huskily. “I’ll have you beggin’ for more.” 

You moaned quietly and gently pushed him away. He looked down at you with darkened eyes as you watched him reach down to squeeze himself. Clearing your throat, you grabbed his hand and led him back down towards the hall.

“Where’s your room?”

“Upstairs.” 

Nodding, you led him upstairs and once at the top, allowed Joel to lead the way. Once inside his room, you shut the door behind the both of you. Glancing around, you noticed how spacious it was and how big his bed was too. Everything in his room was neat, but his bed was messy. You had to wonder if he had done this often; you didn’t see any pictures of any women and he didn’t wear a wedding ring, so you assumed he was single. 

Joel must have caught on to what you were thinking because he stepped up behind you and rested his hands on your hips. 

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he whispered. 

“What’s a while?”

“Years,” Joel replied. 

“And you’re choosin’ me?” you asked, turning around to face him. 

Joel chuckled and nodded. “You did a number on me, Sunshine. That dance earlier tonight did a number on me. I haven’t wanted anyone more than I want you right now.” 

You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips lightly. “Condom?” 

Joel nodded and pulled away to walk towards his drawer. You could hear him rummaging through it before he pulled one out and held it up in your direction with a grin. 

“You want another dance, Joel?” you asked, biting your lower lip.

Joel didn’t hesitate. He simply nodded and sat at the edge of his bed, looking up at you in anticipation. You let out a quiet chuckle and looked around him, taking note of the radio on top of his dresser. Turning it on, you smiled immediately at the song that came on. 

Girl, it's only you

Have it your way

And if you want you can decide

And if you'll have me

I can provide everything that you desire

Slowly, you grabbed the end of your hoodie and pulled it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra. So, when Joel finally took notice of your exposed chest, he sucked in a breath and moved a hand to the center of his pants, palming it slowly. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. 

You smiled and tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, slowly pulling them down your legs. He watched you kick the fabric aside as you stood in front of him with only a white, lacey thong on. 

Joel watched your hips slowly move from side to side, but he felt a bit overwhelmed. He didn’t know where to look; you were so beautiful and he found himself looking at you from top to bottom repeatedly. 

Though, when he saw you drop to your knees and slowly crawl towards him, he let out a quiet grunt in anticipation. He shifted at the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as you sat up on your knees between his legs. He felt your hands run up his shins to his knees and thighs before your fingers quickly worked to undo his belt and button of his jeans. 

Joel unzipped his pants and pulled it down his legs, kicking them to the side as his member pressed against the fabric of his loose boxers. He reached the end of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it over his shoulder as his eyes remained focused on you. 

You bit your lower lip as you watched him undress. The wetness between your legs were becoming increasingly noticeable as your eyes raked over his frame. He was certainly built, muscles flexed in his arms and chest and as your eyes deviated to his manhood, you just knew that he was big. Probably bigger than you ever had. 

Say, if you get a feeling

Feeling that I am feeling

Won't you come closer to me, baby?

You've already got me right where you want me, baby

Your hands moved along his thighs as your fingertips pushed the fabric of his boxers further up his thighs. From this angle, you could see a glimpse of his member and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. 

“I’m on my knees,” you whispered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on his bulge. “At your mercy, Joel…”

Joel groaned and moved a hand to cup your cheek, his fingers curling to grasp your hair. He pulled you back gently and used his other hand to gently bring you to your feet. 

“I want that dance first,” he smiled. As you stood between his legs, Joel ran his lips along your abdomen, placing gentle kisses as he looked up at you. He was at eye level with your exposed breasts and he leaned forward to wrap his lips around a nipple, watching as your hands immediately moved to rest on his shoulders. Joel groaned against you, flicking his tongue repeatedly against your as it erected within his lips. 

“Joel…” you whimpered, fingernails digging into his skin. “I– I can’t dance if you keep doin’ that.” 

Joel smiled and pulled away. “Okay, okay. I couldn’t resist. You’re goddamn beautiful.”

You blushed and allowed yourself to listen to the music, your body immediately swaying slowly to the slow tempo beat. You straddled his hips, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you firmly pressed yourself against the center of his boxers. The thin fabric of your thong and his boxers separated the both of you, but it gave you a glimpse of how aroused he was. 

Slowly, you rolled your hips, feeling him pulsate from beneath the fabric. You groaned quietly, keeping your eyes focused on him as you leaned forward to press your forehead against his. Joel’s hands moved to your hips, lowering them until he was grasping each butt cheek in his large hands. He gave your backside a hard squeeze, bringing you firmly against him with each roll of your hips.

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Joel would be lying if he said that he couldn’t feel the heat coming from between your legs. With each roll of your hips, he could feel your wetness stain his boxers and it only excited him even further. He knew that it would be tough to let you go after tonight; Joel wasn’t the type of person to sleep with multiple people, which is probably why he didn’t do this often. 

He hadn’t even gotten a taste of you yet and already, Joel was planning the next time he was going to have you over. You piqued his interest in a way he never felt before and while he wasn’t sure what that really meant, Joel was leaning into this entire experience. He knew for sure that he would never hear the end of it from Tommy. 

“Joel,” you whispered, letting out a quiet moan. “Tell me what to do.” 

Joel smiled to himself and gently moved his lips to your neck, watching as you arched into him. Your hips rolled against him, slowing it down enough to feel the outline of his length pressing against your clothed sex. 

“Get on your knees,” Joel said, looking up at you. 

Your eyes lit up in excitement and stood up from his lap, slowly lowering yourself on your knees in front of him. You watched him reach for his boxers and once he lowered them down his legs to reveal his erected manhood, you immediately squeezed your legs together. Clearing your throat, you ran your hands up his legs, inching closer and closer to his member. 

Joel groaned in anticipation. He felt his member twitch as your hands moved closer to him and once he felt your hand wrap around his length, he let out a quiet moan. Joel bit his lower lip as he watched your hand stroke his base eagerly and once he saw you lean forward to wrap your lips around him, Joel was sure that he would have exploded right there. 

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Your hand could barely wrap around Joel’s girth and when your lips finally wrapped around him, you had to remind yourself to remain calm, to take it slow despite your urge to see how much you could take him before your gag reflex kicked in. 

You saw how his head tilted back and his eyes fell shut at the sensations you were giving him. He was naked before you and while you had his member in your mouth, you felt so much more aroused and excited. He obviously took care of his body, but he wasn’t overly ripped either. He was…

Perfect. 

Your saliva was coating his member as you began to bob your head up and down, finding the right rhythm with the strokes your hand was doing at the base of his member. You gasped when you felt him reach down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you away from his length with a quiet pop. 

He was looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes and chest heaving up and down rapidly as his member stood erect between his legs. You licked your lips and looked up at him, flashing him a small smile. 

“Now that I don’t mind begging to do.” you smiled. 

Joel growled and helped you to your feet. He stood with you and he looked at you from top to bottom before his hands grabbed the fabric of your thong before ripping it in half. You squeaked in surprise and stood in front of him, completely exposed and bare for his lingering eyes. 

“You’re wet for me, ain’t you, darlin’?” he asked. His hand remained in your hair and he gently squeezed to make you tilt your head back for him. Joel grunted, using his free hand to move between your legs, running his finger along the length of your sex. He leaned down and whispered huskily, “Oh, you’re soaked.”

“Told you,” you whimpered. “Joel, please…” 

Joel grinned against you and gently placed you on his bed, watching as you immediately spread your legs for him. He growled at the sight of you and settled himself between you, running his fingertips along the inside of your legs.

I'd love to make you wet

In between your thighs 'cause

I love when it comes inside you

I get so excited when I'm around you, baby

Joel was leaning back against his knees as your legs remained parted for him. His body did a great job with keeping your legs apart, especially when he ran his thumb along the length of your sex, seeing you squirm against his touch. He found your clit and slowly rubbed it in circles, watching as your back arched at the sudden sensation.

The tip of his member brushed against you, causing you both to let out a quiet groan. Joel didn’t falter for a second as his thumb continued to rub your clit in circles, applying pressure as he continued. With his other hand, he reached down and ran it along your abdomen and up to your breasts, massaging one into the pit of his palm. Slowly, he moved his thumb from your clit and slowly inserted one finger past your depths. Immediately, he felt your wetness and the tightness of your walls surrounding his single digit. 

“Joel!” You moaned aloud, moving your hands to grip at his sheets. Your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched, trying to squirm away from him. 

He grinned and moved his hand from your breast to drape over your waist, keeping you pinned against the bed as he began to move his finger in and out of you at a rapid pace. The sound of your wetness was heard, even over the quiet background noise of the radio. Joel licked his lips and slowly pulled away from you, bringing his finger to his lips. He sucked your wetness from his finger and grabbed the condom, tearing the wrapper open before he slid it over his throbbing length.

You slowly pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist once more. Joel was looking up at you with anticipation and you reached between your bodies to grasp his member, lining it up with your sex. You lifted your hips and kept your eyes focused on him before slowly lowering yourself onto his manhood, feeling a slight tinge of pain of his girth stretching you from the inside. 

Joel groaned at your tightness, his hands moving to your hips and giving it a tight squeeze.

“You are tight,” he growled.

“Maybe you’re just big,” you teased, feeling so full of him as you remained still on his lap once he filled you to the hilt. 

“Mmm,” he replied. “I’d say it’s both, baby.” 

Slowly, you rolled your hips against his own and allowed yourself to feel every inch of his length. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as you felt your walls slowly begin to give way to the size of him. 

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

“Joel,” you moaned, eyes falling shut as you began to lift your hips up and down his member. Your walls remained tight around him, milking him with each movement. 

Joel groaned quietly, fingertips digging into your hips as he helped you move along his length. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you; he knew how good of a dance you were, how well your hips moved, but as he remained buried deep within your depths, it gave him a different experience altogether. 

He held your hips still, giving himself enough space to begin thrusting upwards. Joel focused solely on you, how your eyes remained shut, mouth agape with moans continuously escaping your lips, and how your hands had squeezed his shoulders to hold onto him. With each upward thrust, Joel watched your breasts bounce, especially as his thrusts began to become a bit more erratic, a bit more rough. 

“Fuck,” you moaned aloud, slamming yourself down onto him as you felt yourself suddenly reach your climax. You collapsed down onto him, body trembling as your walls tightened even further around him. “Joel… Oh my god…”

He groaned at the feel of your walls tightening around him, wrapping around him in such a tight vice that Joel knew he was close too. It had been such a long time since he had sex that even he was surprised he was lasting as long as he was. 

Suddenly, Joel pulled out of you and scrambled to his feet. You watched him carefully, body feeling limp and your legs feeling shaky. Joel turned you so that you were on all fours which gave you the much needed rest as you pressed your cheek against the mattress. Your backside remained in the air and when Joel grabbed your hips to pull back against him, you were sure that another orgasm was fast approaching. 

Joel grasped his member and slid himself past your folds and into your tight depths. He let out a groan once he felt your warmth and wetness encompass his length, taking his time to slowly push himself further into you. He watched as your hands immediately moved to reach back, gently pushing at his lower abdomen as a sign that you probably couldn’t handle another. Joel took this as a challenge and grabbed your hands, holding your wrists and placing them firmly against your lower back. 

Now, you were definitely at his mercy. 

As Joel continued his slow thrusts, he heard your moans filter throughout his room, bouncing off the walls and mixing in with the sound of the radio and the sound of skin slapping against each other. His hips slowly rolled against yours, pulling out to his tip before he slammed himself back into you. Joel did this for a few more thrusts before he began to quicken his pace. He couldn’t hold it in any longer; he was about ready to burst. 

Joel’s thrusts were erratic, his hips pounding into yours from behind as he kept a tight hold on your wrists. His pace was frantic, brutal, merciless as he used your tight walls to bring him closer and closer to his own release. 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, releasing your hands to hold onto your hips. “I’m gonna come, baby…”

You looked over your shoulder at him and bit your lower lip, meeting his thrusts with a push back of your own hips. He kept his eyes focused on you and slammed into you roughly, causing you to flatten onto the bed as he finally came. Joel’s body shuddered at his climax, panting against you. 

He pressed soft and lazy kisses along the back of your shoulder before pulling out with a groan. Joel removed the condom and tied a knot before tossing it in the trash. He then moved to lie next to you, his eyes raking over your backside before you turned to lie on your back, giving him another great view of your exposed front.

“You’re perfect,” Joel blurted, looking over at you. 

Smiling, you leaned over to press a gentle kiss on his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever–”

“Been fucked like that before?” he grinned. 

You licked your lower lip and nodded. “You definitely know what you’re doin’.” 

“Could say the same to you, Sunshine.” Joel winked. 

You looked up at him and quietly asked, “Should I go?” 

“What?” Joel asked, surprised. 

“I mean, do you want me to go?”

Immediately, he shook his head and wrapped his arms around your frame. “Hell no. I’m thinkin’ I should keep you.” 

You blushed and looked into his eyes. “So, this isn’t just a one time thing?” 

“Do you want it to be?” 

You shook your head. “No… I’d like to do this more often.”

Joel smiled and leaned down to capture your lips. Slowly, you found yourself leaning into him, his lips moving expertly with yours that it caused a sudden surge of excitement through your veins. 

“Then, it’s settled,” Joel began. “I’m keepin’ you, darlin’.” He leaned down and moved his lips from your own to your jawline and the side of your neck. Slowly, Joel settled himself between your legs as his lips moved further down your body. 

“Joel…” you whimpered. 

“I’m keepin’ you all to myself,” he murmured against you, nipping at your skin. “And I’ve been wantin’ to taste you all night long.” Joel was at eye level with your sex, running the length of his tongue along you which caused a loud moan to escape your lips. 

He pulled away briefly to look up at you, smiling to himself. While he hadn’t expected this night to go this way, he certainly wasn’t complaining. Joel was hooked and there was no way he was ever letting you go now. 

[ghosttotheparty]

i’ll still be here after daybreak 4

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he’s getting the hang of it. touching things, moving things. he knows steve knows he’s there, from the way he suppresses smiles and sighs heavily when he sees that eddie’s moved the remote so it’s out of reach, when he finds the keys on top of the fridge.

it’s actually fun. messing with steve. pranking him. like they’re roommates or something.

and then eddie turns the faucet so the water’s cold one day, and then steve starts talking to him. little things like, “thank you.” sarcastic ‘good morning’s when eddie knocks the water faucet up so water sprays into steve’s glass suddenly. one day he mutters a quiet, ‘i’m gonna kill you,’ when eddie tugs his keys away as he’s reaching for them. it’s makes eddie laugh, actually laugh, and even steve seems to see the irony in it, suppressing a smile as he snatches the keys away.

eddie just doesn’t want him to leave. it’s lonely when he’s gone, when eddie is stuck in his bedroom. at least now he can lean on furniture. lay on the bed.

eddie likes movie nights. the kids all seem okay. dustin uses a cane now, and eddie wants to cry at the sight of his bandana tied around the handle of it. and then he bursts into laughter when dusting uses the cane to swat at mike’s legs.

max has crutches and wears glasses that are thicker than eddie even knew was possible. when she sits, she holds onto lucas’s arm.

erica lays with her head on dustin’s lap, forcing him to stay still as they settle into the sofa, as nancy and robin collapse into a pile, sighing.

eddie watches them all. admiring them. but he doesn’t recognise this girl.

curly hair. absent gaze. quiet voice.

she’s wearing an oversized flannel that doesn’t really look like it belongs to her, and there’s a blue hair tie around her wrist even though he hair isn’t nearly long enough to tie back. eddie lingers in the hall as steve ushers everyone in, watching her as she passes by steve, dodging his hand as it ruffles her hair fondly.

she stops as everyone passes by, looking down the hall.

and eddie hasn’t felt seen in a long time.

he knows he can’t cry, but his throat feels tight as the girl’s eyes scan the hall, looking into the darkness like she’s searching for him. and she looks suspicious, her eyes narrowed, but eddie feels fine with it. he wants her to see him.

he steps closer, and she looks at him.

‘el?’

eddie and the girl, el, both startle, and she turns to look at steve, who’s looking at her curiously. everyone is gone, the hallway empty except the three of them.

‘you okay?’

el glances back toward eddie, and he’s overcome with the desperate urge to clap a hand over her mouth, to keep her from telling steve anything, and he doesn’t know why. but she seems to pick up on it.

‘i’m okay. where do you keep your extra blankets?’

eddie leans against the wall, watching as steve rolls his eyes fondly. his throat still feels tight.

‘there’s no way you guys need more blankets.’

el begs for just a moment before steve keels over. he’s all mushy inside, eddie can tell. he directs her to the linen closet down the hall, and when el skips away happily, eddie follows.

‘can you see me?’ eddie asks desperately as she flicks on the light, and she pauses, staring blankly at the shelves.

‘no,’ she says finally. ‘not… not with my eyes.’

‘can you hear me?’ eddie asks.

‘not with my ears.’

‘i’m confused.’

she pauses again, and then she reaches for a blanket, pulling it off the shelf carefully to keep it folded.

‘i can feel you,’ she says quietly. ‘are you eddie?’

‘yeah,’ eddie says lightly, noting how quickly she moves past it. ‘that’s me.’

‘the boys talk about you a lot,’ she says as she reaches for another blanket.

‘does… does steve talk about me?’

‘no.’ she pauses, lifting onto her tiptoes to reach another. ‘he gets quiet when they talk about you. …i think he misses you.’

‘oh.’ he has butterflies. it’s stupid. el smiles.

‘do you talk to him?’ she asks softly.

‘no, he… he can’t hear me. can’t see me either, but…’ eddie reaches up and grabs a blanket that’s out of her reach. ‘i’ve gotten better at touching things.’

el watches it float down into her hands, and she tilts her head curiously.

‘you’re nice,’ she says lightly.

‘i try.’

el pauses, turning toward him, her eyes searching for him again.

‘do you want him to see you?’ she asks quietly.

‘desperately.’

she smiles. she has a beautiful smile.

‘keep trying,’ she says. ‘i’m still learning how to use my powers again. it takes time.’

‘right,’ eddie says softly. ‘supergirl, huh?’

‘not anymore,’ she says lightly. ‘but it’s okay.’

she hesitates, lifting the blankets, and then she gestures.

‘come watch the movie.’

eddie just nods, and el leaves, her hands full. eddie stays there for a moment, thinking, and then he flicks the light off and follows after her.

he joins them in the living room. it’s an open area, the opening into the living room an archway, and he can see the light from the movie from down the hall. he goes in slowly, eyes scanning the room, where all the kids are huddled in a pile like puppies, where robin and nancy’s legs are overlapped, where steve is leaning with his head on the back of the sofa. his arm is stretched over around robin’s shoulders, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair. eddie walks quietly even though none of them can see or hear him.

el glances back at him when he’s in her peripheral vision, and then she ignores him. eddie steps up behind the sofa, looking down at steve’s face. his eyes are closed peacefully, but eddie can tell that he isn’t sleeping.

he’s wearing a sweater that makes him look soft. it’s red. red looks good on him.

there’s a thin silver chain around his neck, leading under his sweater, and eddie is curious, but he doesn’t reach for it.

instead, he touches steve’s forehead lightly, tracing a line above his eyebrows. steve’s eyes flutter open and he looks into the air above him, where eddie is hovering, and eddie can see the exact moment steve realises it’s him.

or whatever steve thinks he is.

steve’s lips curve into a half-smile and he closes his eyes again with a sigh.

eddie leans against the sofa, looking at him as he trails his fingertip over his face, over his brow bone and then over the bridge of his nose. steve’s smile stays in place.

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[midnightsun-if]

There’s no way I can pass up, “i’m gonna remind them you’re mine” for my girl Scarlett please 🙏

You don’t know how you keep getting dragged into these things…

Sure, in the light of day, Aurelian Academy was the picture perfect institute for higher learning and a practical hub for possible connections within the supernatural, and even sometimes human, world, but at night? When the enchanted lights dimmed, when the professors turned in for the night in their wing, and the moon rose above the shimmering lake that made its home on Aurelian’s campus?

That’s when the real fun, as you’ve been told, begins. Parties, secret meetings, illicit affairs, and more all occurred under the cover of night within Aurelian, and you just happened to have been pulled into once such event— a party that Blake hadn’t stopped gushing about since he heard of it: It’s supposed to be the biggest party of the year! How could I possibly miss it? And, since you’re my best friend, I’ll need you by side when I attend. It won’t be as fun without you.

The fact that it’s barely into the second semester didn’t seem to matter to Blake in the slightest.

Seriously, who thought it’d be a good idea for both sirens and succubi to be housed in the same dorm? That’s only a recipe for disaster— added to the fact that the incubi dorm was a relatively short distance away, and you have a whole slew of potentially bad ideas.

Though nothing bad as my idea of actually attending, you gripe, hand tightening around the flimsy plastic solo cup, sloshing an almost luminescent blue drink over the brim. Blake has been lost in the sea of people, I’m not even sure what time it is, and I think I’m going to go deaf if this music doesn’t shift gears soon.

All in all? You weren’t having the best of times. Not that you minded parties, you’ve been to quite a few in your time, but this sort of thing hadn’t ever really been your scene. The air, intermingled with a variety of scents, is almost cloying in your nostrils, the beat of the bass thrumming your ear, and it’s only due to the privacy wards that you haven’t completely keeled over due to the sound. Your only saving grace is the fact that your girlfriend had agreed to come save you after a certain amount of time.

Getting the chance to see Scarlett, even if it’s in a throng of gyrating bodies and a dimly lit room, she’ll definitely be a sight for sore eyes. You just have to hold out long enough for her to arrive. And she’ll hopefully take me back to her room, you muse, taking a sip over the surprisingly sweet concoction in your cup. Which will lead to the actually exciting part of my night.

For now? You’re content with sticking to the sides of the party, the shadows wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, as you waited for your emerald green eyed savior to arrive.

“You’re not having fun are you?” The sudden voice causes you to flinch in surprise. Your attention immediately settling on the form of Isabel, an occupant of this very dorm, who had a charming smile stretched across full lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so miserable at one of these things.”

You shift. “I’m not miserable,” you reply, not wanting to seem rude. “This just isn’t usually something I go to.”

Isabel hums, amber eyes sparkling. “I can see that.” She tilts her head, slowly appraising you in a way that immediately sends alarm bells ringing in your head. “I can say, with quite a bit of certainty, that you haven’t ever been to one of my parties before?”

She’s right.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I’d remember someone as beautiful as you attending,” she purrs, leaning closer, locks of raven black hair falling over her shoulder. “None of my sisters, or myself, have been able to take our eyes off you since you arrived with that incubus.”

Sisters. The realization hits you instantly. You’ve completely forgotten that Isabel was a Siren, a species that always traveled in pods, a group that grew as close as family. Who also happened to make a game out of who could get the most valuable prize by the end of their hunts. How do I keep getting into these situations?

Isabel’s smile only grows. “I must admit I’m surprised none of them have snatched you up yet.” Her hand trails down your arm, before you’re able to jerk it away. Something she doesn’t seem to take offense by. “It’s possible they’re too shy to.” She tilts her head, eyes flashing carnally. “Pity. But it only means more of you for myself.”

“Look I have a—”

“She’s already spoken for, Laurent.” A sharp voice interrupts your rebuttal, accent thicker than usual due to the agitation you detect laced within her tone. “You’ll have to take your games elsewhere.”

Isabel’s entire countenance shifts as your girlfriend finally comes into focus— Scarlett. Your eyes rove over her form, clad simply in a red-laced corset top, paired with a belt and tailored black pants, as well as her signature heels, she looks every part of the unflinching conquerer that roams the halls during the day. Not a single strand of dark auburn hair out of place, emerald eyes narrowed into slits as she takes a protective stance next to you, the only sign of her anger being the slightest clench of her jaw. Something anyone that wasn’t you could, and would, miss.

“Wasn’t aware she was yours, Voltaire.” The siren holds up her hands, clearly not wanting to get into an altercation with your girlfriend. “Maybe you shouldn’t let her wander off alone without you.”

Scarlett’s brow arches, an imperious look etched across her face. “I’d take that into consideration if your opinion mattered in the slightest to me.” She waves her hand, a flippant gesture of dismissal if you’ve ever seen one, and drawls. “Run along now. I do believe your time in our presence has run its course. No need to insist upon a place that doesn’t want nor need you.”

Amber eyes flash dangerously but she wisely keeps her mouth shut, giving you one last look, Isabel turns and disappears back into the throng of bodies, no doubt heading over to her sisters that stood near the open bar.

A gentle touch to your cheek pulls your focus towards Scarlett’s face, a bit more emotion now showcased— if the slightest downturn of her lips, and the darkened state of her gaze, was anything to go by.

“Why did you entertain her for so long, my heart?” It’s asked softly, no accusation in her tone. A question borne purely out of curiosity.

You rub the back of your neck. “I panicked and sort of froze.”

Scarlett’s eyes narrow at that. “Did she do anything to you?” A darkened gaze, that flashes obsidian, turns to look back at the room, in the direction that Isabel had disappear off to. “If she did all you have to do is tell me and I’ll handle it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t realize what was happening until it actually happened.” You shake your head, taking Scarlett’s hand, that had limply fallen back to her side, in a gentle hold. “She caught me when I was thinking of a fairly distracting topic.”

“Oh?” Dark auburn hair falls over Scarlett’s shoulder, reminiscent of Isabel’s earlier action, but somehow more elegant, and your girlfriend’s gaze darkens for an entirely different reason, the obsidian black telling of a completely different hunger. “And what would that be?”

Stepping closer, you wrap around arms loosely around Scarlett’s neck, tugging her closer until her body is flushed with yours. “You.” A satisfied purr rumbles out of Scarlett. Her head titling into the gentle touch of your fingers running through her hair. “Out of pure curiosity what were you going to do?” At her raised brow, you elaborate. “You said you would have handled it. How?”

There’s a beat of silence, wherein only the party surrounding you both intercepts it, but when Scarlett offers you a sultry smirk, you immediately felt the familiar swoop in your gut, heat building between you both. It’s of no surprise when Scarlett leans closer and places a hard kiss to your lips— somehow making it deep, passionate in a way that only she could, without ever introducing her tongue. “What would I do, my hear?” She purrs, tugging at your bottom lip with her teeth. “I’d remind them that you’re mine.”

She dips her head, placing an open-mouth kiss to your neck. Clearly delighting in the way you arch against her at the familiar action.

“I suppose I have a different course of action now.” Scarlett steps back, keeping your hands interlaced as she leads you towards the exit, hips swaying in a rhythmic fashion. “Something that’ll be far more rewarding.”

Your breath catches. “And that is?”

“Reminding you that you’re mine.”

[maxybabyy]

Can you please do female lando norris please. She must have big tits and big ass.lando will be with Oscar.Bottom Lando

Sex infront of everyone without shame

hi friend! thank you for the prompt. i don't know if it was actually meant for me, but here is my interpretation of it 🫣

They talk about it first. The farm, where Lando wants it to be. The boundaries they both have, what she wants out of it – why she finds it so hot. To his credit, Oscar only asks, “Daniel will be fine with this, you reckon?”

Lando nods and crawls into his lap to kiss him, dizzy with how much she wants it.

Doesn’t tell him how they’ve already done it; Danny and her, Carlos, and Lewis back before he and Max had drifted apart. Only Lando won’t be there to watch. Won’t be sitting on her hands, frustrated with desire, desperate as she watched Max get fucked. Now, it will be her turn.

Before, Lando had thought about inviting Carlos, in the abstract way she’s been thinking about it: Carlos watching her while Oscar fucked her, imagining the look on his face, how he would stare at her ass, her boobs. Think about, maybe, how she was the one that got away.

But it wouldn’t be fair to Oscar. So they keep it instead to Danny and the rookies.

It’s fine, less than she had expected, maybe, but it will be fun. Good. She will be the only podium sitter this season too, and isn’t that worth just as much?

Daniel offers to cook, so they show up a little earlier, handing over the wine Oscar’s mum had recommended. Logan sits across from her at the table and doesn’t look her in the eyes, face red with a permanent flush. He doesn’t look at the dip of her shirt either and for a moment, Lando thinks about telling him to leave.

Oscar touches her thigh with a warm hand, brushes the edge of her dress until the strain in her shoulders releases. The buzz of the wine kicking in.

She’s halfway through a second glass, left alone with Logan being a fucking muppet about the car issues in Melbourne, when she follows the others to the door.

“Oscar?” She says, nudging him to the side to see – “Max, what are you doing here?”

Max turns so she’s looking right at Lando, lips stretched into an easy smile. “Lando. It’s so nice to see you also, have you been here before?” She slips from Daniel’s arms and leans in to kiss her on the cheek – once, twice, like she’s fucking Charles – and teases the edge of her skirt. “You of course look very lovely.”

Lando doesn’t reply, looks instead at Liam who looks at Max still. So fucking in love with her she probably couldn’t wait to let it slip.

“Hey, I’m gonna show Max around the farm, yeah?” Daniel says and pulls Max down one of the dirt paths. She watches Max stumble after him, hands already in the air as she tells him about her thoughts, changing the gears of her imaginary bike.

She thinks, wildly, about calling it off. Postpone or start anew. Tell Oscar she has cold feet, and that they should try again some other time. With Max F instead. George, maybe. Friends she knows will enjoy it. Enjoy her. She doesn’t, obviously, and reaches for Oscar’s hand until he kisses her. The even-keel to the tumultuous storm that rages inside her.

“Okay, Lando?” He asks her, voice tender, and for a second, she hates him too.

For now, she smiles at him, nods.

She makes Oscar fuck her on Daniel’s sofa.

She’s been thinking about it for a while, how she wanted it to be. If Danny would mind them fucking in his bedroom, if he would make them use the guest room instead. But this, she thinks, is better. The thought of her naked on his sofa as he watches telly by himself.

The sex itself is – mid, probably.

Oscar sweats a lot, always does. But like this, on Daniel’s fancy leather sofa, he’s downright slippery. His knee sliding to the side the moment he builds up a decent rhythm. “Fuck, sorry Lands,” he says and pulls out to reset, knees back in the middle. Dick only half as hard as usual.

“Probably you should just lay down,” Max says close to her head. “Always this leather is bad for fucking. Daniel knows this of course, but he doesn’t care. Now, he is better but only by so much.”

Daniel must respond but Lando doesn’t want to hear, watches instead Oscar lay down on top of her. His pace improves but somehow, it’s even worse.

Her stomach is still bloated from the pasta, and something from the wine must have gone to her head. Flushed from the sulphites she’s allergic to, the tart taste still on her tongue. She thinks that her boobs must look awful. The lacy fabric torn lightly by Oscar’s brutish hands, pushed to the side to show off her nipple. But it looks smushed like this, flattened from lying down.

Her orgasm, when it comes, is weak, overdue.

It feels nothing like how she remembers it from watching Max. The air isn’t thick with sex, the tension not desperate with need. Oscar comes moments after her, but when she looks, none of the others look even close.

Logan sits ramrod straight in his chair, hands curled around his thighs. If she squints, maybe she can see a bulge in his trousers, but it has been left untouched, untempted by their show. Liam at least has a hand shoved into her shorts, but her head is tilted away.

Reluctantly, Lando turns towards where Max sits in Daniel’s lap.

Her white dress shirt has been unbuttoned to her naval and shows off the bralette Max likes to wear off the track. It’s too tight, obviously. Ill-fitting over Max’s boobs, would have been even without Daniel’s hand shoved under the fabric.

Daniel kisses down her neck, and Max curls a hand in his hair, moans softly for more. Oscar sits up on his knees to pull out of her, and Lando can almost pretend that she doesn’t feel him twitch inside her.

Daniel peels the compression shorts off Max and strokes a hand over her ass before he pulls her back into his lap. Face towards him this time – away from Lando. Liam has turned too, staring at the matching white underwear Max teases down over her hip.

Lando doesn’t look at Logan, knows either way she won’t like it.

Max makes another sound, a breathless moan that has Lando squeezing her thighs together. Daniel watches her over Max’s shoulder, winks before he leans in to kiss Max. Fucks her with his fingers until the sound is loud, filthy. The air heavy with tension.

“Fuck, Daniel, please,” Max begs and lets her head fall back.

Lando watches the way her hips cant up, chasing Daniel’s fingers. Her eyes are welling up, her back arched with pleasure, and even from behind, Lando knows she’s a sight to be seen.

She hates the need that burns through her, wetter now than she was then with Oscar’s fingers inside her. Wonders then if she should have done it before she and Oscar became a thing. Fucked Carlos back when she had the chance. At least then she would know, maybe.

Daniel fucks her on the floor, gentler than he used to, but familiar in a way that makes Lando ache inside. Max keeps her shirt on, even as the fabric soaks with sweat. Like they haven’t all seen her spread wide and fucked.

And then – the realisation that the rookies haven’t probably. That Lando would have been their first, their only if Max hadn’t done this.

Oscar’s hands feel clammy on her thighs, but she lets him pull her to the floor, pushing inside her with a grunt. It’s different than before and for that, she doesn’t let herself like it more. But it feels better when he fucks her now, sinks in completely before he pulls out, touches her clit until she whines.

“Oscar, I’m close –“ she moans, blunts nails digging into his shoulders.

She’s almost there, teetering on the edge, when someone grabs her hand. She jolts in surprise, goes to pull back when she hears Max laugh. Her sweaty palm sliding against hers, and for a moment it feels almost nice.

Max squeezes her hand as she comes, Lando following her into the fray.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

The Mermaid Ask Game seems fun 👀 How about: 5 3 9?

Hi Space Rabbit! Interesting combination, I’ll have a go at it! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

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Whumpee had really done it this time. They had angered some sea witch and now look at them- out in the open water, with a tail instead of legs, webbed ears, gills around their neck, and scales everywhere. They didn’t know how to get home from here, and they definitely didn’t know how they were going to get to their house without legs.

A ship passing by nearly hit Whumpee head on. They just managed to avoid being keel-hauled- thank goodness the tail made them a fast swimmer at least.

“Look out, men! A sea monster!”

A sea monster!? Whumpee thought, turning frantically in the water, Where!?

A net tossed over their head answered the question.

Oh. Right.

“Now hang on a minute!” Whumpee called up at the frightened sailors.

“It speaks!”

“It’s got fangs the size of me fingers!”

Whumpee felt their teeth with their tongue. OW! They tasted copper in their mouth. They must look pretty scary.

The sailors started hauling the net up. Whumpee started thrashing and struggling, which only served to tangle them up more.

“Come on guys!” Whumpee pleaded, “do I look like I eat people!? Let me go!”

Their pleas fell on deaf ears as they tumbled on deck. They could barely move at all they were so tightly enmeshed in the net.

“It’s got a great fish’s tail.” “Frightful bad luck to have a sea monster on board, isn’t it?”

“Should we cook it?”

“No!” Whumpee protested at that last comment.

The captain strode up to them, crouching down. They felt Whumpee’s scales with a calloused hand.

“What are you?” they whispered in shock.

“Oh for the love of- what does it look like!?” Whumpee snapped, “I’m just trying to get home! So I’m half fish now, it’s not like I’m some deep sea kraken or something! If you’re not going to let me go, at leasr get me out of this stupid net!”

Whumpee wriggled a little more for emphasis.

“Men,” the captain said, “what we have here is a mer. Very dangerous creatures, they are.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes.

“They’ll say anything to deceive you, be mindful of them. We can’t just let them go, or they’d lure some poor soul to their demise. But their scales… their scales might fetch us a pretty penny.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened.

“Take it down to the brig,” the captain said, “prepare a tub of water. I don’t want it dying on us.”

Whumpee groaned in exasperation. It was gonna take forever to get home now.

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[rosecoloreddesire]

Never Know How Much I Love You (Elvis 2022)

Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: Your friends tell you it’s now or never to lose yourself to the pleasure of a one night stand. Though, what would you do if that one might stand was newcomer, Elvis Presley?

Note: Thank you for 200 followers! Just wrote this small thing while college finals were killing my brain last week so I hope it makes sense and y’all like it! This is supposed to mimic desperation and naïveté in one night stands :)

Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI!

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, Kath! I can’t do that! I’d be embarassin’ myself in front of that Memphis boy if I did that!” You covered your face in mortification.

“Come on! You gotta admit y’all two had a real good connection on that stage! He was only lookin’ at ya! Ain’t that right, Patti?” Your older friend elbowed the love struck nerd in the side rather roughly. She wheezes out the air she was sobbing out earlier.

“Y-yes, Y/N. Go seduce that Presley boy so I can stare at the other talents.” She waved her manicured hand in the air as you rolled your eyes and huffed in defeat. What the hell were they thinking sending you to the hotel door step of THE rising star of the Louisiana Hayride?

“I gotta great idea! You can borrow some of my clothes! And Miss Dreams-a-Lot can do your makeup? Sound good? Good!” She stops you before you can even answer. You sip your milkshake in annoyance even if Kathy was buying. Why you out of this group? You all thought he was hot!

“Hey, you gotta live a little! Your parents ain’t gonna kill ya for havin’ a little fun! What do you thank they were doin’ at our age, purity!” You scoffed at the nickname and gulped the rest of your milkshake down.

“Fine! I’ll prove I ain’t no innocent little one time girl! Doll me up, chicks!”

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“I-I look so good. Holy smokes!” You pose in the mirror as the girls put the finishing touches on your seduction outfit of the night.

“You look like ya ready to snatch a man’s soul tonight!”

“Or his wallet.”

“Patti-“

“Sorry!” She raised her hands in defense as you twirled around. The dress was just tight enough that if your parents saw they’d keel over right that second.

“Y’all really think this is gonna work. That boy prolly has a type. And I don’t think this is it. “ you gesture to your whole body. Kathy pushes you and fixes a stray curl on the back of your hair.

“That boy has hundreds of girls falling at his feet. C’mon, it’s a worth a try. You may never get another chance! Also that lingerie underneath is too die for!” Kath places a gentle hand on your shoulder and gives you a soft smile.

“And hey, maybe he likes sleepin’ with the same girl. He seems like one of those innocent churchly types, ya know?” Patti fixes her lipstick and Kath elbows her again. Her lipstick going up her face. The two begin to bicker as you watch from your motel window. You watch as Elvis passes by. He’s unbuttoning his shirt and you bite your lip. The blue lace shirt looked ethereal on his skin in the pale moon light. You looked down at yourself once again and took a deep breath. You looked back at the pair and they continued to fight as you slipped out as quiet as you could. You watched as Elvis retreats into his room.

“Breathe, Y/N. We got this.” You smoothed your dress down to your body. You look through the small crack in his curtains. His shirt unbuttoned all the way and wincing on the phone. You could see the heart shaped paper on the rotary numbers. He has to be talking to his girl back home. What the hell were you thinking? God, he looks good though. All of your conscience is void as you wrap your knuckles to the door. The wood cold against your sweating hand. You begin to turn and try to forget you ever wanted to do this.

“Hey Scotty, I-“ his breath hitches as he notices your not his friend and band mate but something better. You smile up at him softly and walk in, dragging your hand along his bare chest as you pass.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry if this is too forward but-“ Elvis’ hands are on your waist in seconds as yours fall around his nape. He stares down at you, biting his lip. His eyes are beautiful in the dark room as you feel your legs threatening to give out from beneath you.

“You are one brave chick for walk-in’ in like ya did. I like that. You a fan?” You shake your head as he chuckles.

“I-I mean yes but I ain’t one of those ones that sits outside your door waitin’ for ya. Sometimes they mistake my room for yours! It’s somethin’ awful!” His eyes flicker from your mouth to your e/c orbs. You decide to say screw it and pull him down towards you.

“You talk a lot, doll.” He smiles and you flush. Your hand drags down his chest as his breath hitches. Your hands are cold against his warm embrace.

“Then shut me up, Elvis.” A growl rips from his throat and his lips are on yours in seconds. He’s clearly just as new as you are to this but it feels otherworldly. His hands can’t find a place to sit and grasp your body wherever he can reach. His tongue traces your bottom lip, a moan squeaks from your throat as his tongue delves into your mouth. You take his hand and place it on your chest. His hand pulls the top of your dress down and all but tears your bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Y/N. Lord, bless me for you walkin’ your pretty little ass in here.” He bites his lip to stop from groaning. His lips and teeth attack your throat as he tries to calm himself down. Your neck and chest were wet and bruised as Elvis tried to clutch onto any sense of reason.

“E-Elvis, more. Please. Make me yours.” His hands are gripping your waist so hard you’re sure bruises will be the harshest reminder of what you’re getting yourself into. His eyes hardly leave your tits as he gulps audibly. His lips are hot and wet as he twirls his tongue around your budding nipple. A sharp gasp leaves your reddened lips. His grasp is harsh on your thighs as he spreads them apart.

“Look at you, baby. All this for me? You’re my pretty little play thing, right?” You nod desperately as you claw at his chest for any sort of touch. His lip caught between his teeth, a moan raring to leave his lips. He drags a finger up your dampened light blue panties. You whimper as he pulls them to the side. He blows his hot breath against your pussy, your voice caught in your throat. A smirk spreads across his face as he places a soft kiss to your begging clit.

“P-please. Elvis- AH” his mouth is on you before you can even get his name out from your mouth. His tongue is slow, teasing. His grip on your thighs are still harsh and commanding. Your grip on his hair makes him chuckle and the vibration sends you into a frenzy. He pulls away as quickly as he started and looks down at you. Unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Rubbing up and down your pussy. You grip his shoulders, the warmth of his body was the only thing left to ground your mind as you slowly delved into this sinful act.

“I’m sorry, mama. I need to feel you is that alright? We can sto-“ a growl is torn from his chest as you take his cock in your hand and push him inside slowly.

“You are so big, fuck. Shit, more please.” He nods and places his hands beside your head on the pillows.

“You look and f-feel divine. Lord, you are so fuckin’ hot.” His head falls between your neck and shoulder. His teeth scraping against your throat. Was he this possessive with all those girls at his door? Your nails are sharp on his back as he hisses at the feeling. His hips bucking tougher than before.

“More. Fuck me, Elvis!” You scrunch your eyes closed as his cock delves deeper inside you. You want to remember the feeling of Elvis inside you. Lord knows that this will be the first and only time you’ll have this sensation deep within you. Elvis is whimpering now as you tighten around him. No longer keeping his moans hidden as he loses himself.

“Fuck, I wanna- can I cum inside you?” Your hands are gripping the pillows beneath you as you nod. God, you didn’t want this night to be over but holy hell was this boy doing a number on you!

“I’m gonna cum!” The two of you are sweaty as Elvis lays on top of you. His cum drips out onto the hotel sheets and he apologizes while grabbing some towels. He grabs a satin shirt of his and helps you into it as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“I-I don’t usually do that sorta thing, mama.” You smile.

“I don’t either.”

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“YOU LEFT HIS HOTEL BEFORE HE WOKE UP? You’re kiddin’!” Kath all but screams as you enter the door way to y’all’s room. You pulled his shirt tighter to your body as she scanned you.

“Look at her, Kath! She’s covered in bites! She really did do it! Look at you, purity!” Patti comes up to hug you and you wince. Your shame was rising higher by the minute.

“You do know we’re followin’ him to the next show right?” Your jaw dropped.

“KATH! We are not! What in the sam hell do you think you are? You tell me to go do somethin’ and I did it!” The two girls sit you down and help you cover up the marks on your visible skin and obvious bags under your eyes. You sigh.

“At least this one tonight, Y/N? Maybe, he liked ya! And he’ll wanna see you more?” You rolled your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror feeling a pity that sunk its claws within your features. It was dark last night there was no way he’d be into you. You weren’t anyone’s type.

“Let’s go. As long as y’all are gonna get me a milkshake after.” The pair hug you and rush to their suitcases for their clothes.

“Deal!”

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“Backstage?! C’mon girls. You have gotta be pullin’ my leg here!” Kathy takes your hand and you three sit on a bench in the back watching as Elvis performed. You’d never tire of seeing it as the electricity of his passion shot through your very being every time. Soon you find yourself thinking of last night. The way he gently caressed your body and then grasped it like you were going to disappear. His lips…how full and sweet they tasted. You drift off and tune back in when you hear familiar panting.

“Thanks, guys. Was that good? Is that wigglin’ thing really all that?” His band mates were handing him towels and water as he stood drenched in sweat. You turn to tell Patti you needed to go and that’s when you see the two had left you. You try to hide your face but it’s too late as you hear a light laugh coming from the boy.

“I-I- think the wigglin’ was just fine, Elvis.” Your voice is meek as he stalks closer to you. His hand curls underneath your chin.

“You’ve got a lot of bravery comin’ back to me a second time, lil’ birdie.” His eyes are dark and firmly on yours as you stutter a response.

“I-I’’m sorry I didn’t think you’d want me to stay-“ His lips and tongue are harsh as he covers your body with his. The heat of his body is dizzying as you grab onto his suit jacket with all your strength. His body isn’t close enough. His taste is addicting. The clothes on his body needed to be off.

“Who said you weren’t mine, lil’ birdie? Didn’t you say you wanted me to make you mine,” your eyes are glossed over as he pulls your chin to lessen the gap between you both. You gasp as he forced you to look at him, “Hm? Give me an answer, mama.” You nod as he gives you a stern look.

“Yes. Yes, Elvis.”

“That’s my good girl.”

[shubaka]

Okay okay so that KimChay body swap AU that came out of this post with @kimchaybrainrot and @subtextsays??

I’m gonna give it a go. I have some thoughts that aren’t going away and I need to make them go away somehow. I... really want to finish this because I feel like I’m going to have a lot of fun with this (despite how much I might complain about writing being hard), so I’m posting this for my own accountability.

Here’s the first 500-ish words I have so far, if you’re interested in taking a peek. :)

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Chay jerks awake as his body erupts in pain.  He can’t see out of his left eye – there’s blood dripping down from a cut on his eyebrow – and his right is stinging from the smoke and dust lingering in the air. Chay can barely see, but he thinks there is a figure running towards him. 

A tall man reaches for Chay frantically, and it looks like he’s shouting, but Chay can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears. The man grabs Chay by the arm, tucks him into his side, and drags Chay towards a car. Chay is shoved none too gently into the back of the car, and he keels over onto the plush leather seats and groans. He feels the car shift and rock as the man hops into the driver’s seat.

As soon as the car jolts into motion, the throbbing in Chay’s skull pulses with a vengeance, and Chay vomits on the car floor before slumping unconscious.

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The next time Chay wakes up, he’s in a hospital room. 

There are two men in suits at the door. The taller of the two has his hair pulled back in a half bun and his left arm in a sling. He walks over to Chay and bows slightly. 

“How are you feeling? Oh, excuse me,” the man reaches past Chay to press a button next to the bed. “We were ordered to call for a nurse as soon as you regained consciousness,” he explains. 

Chay frowns, “I’m sorry. Who are you?”

The man inhales sharply. 

Just as he opens his mouth to respond, the door to the room slides open and a nurse bustles in. She grabs a chart and inspects the monitors next to the bed as she asks, “How are you feeling?”

“He has some memory problems,” the man answers preemptively for Chay. “He doesn’t remember who I am.”

The nurse nods, “That’ll be the concussion, then.” She turns to Chay. “Are you still experiencing any headaches and nausea?” 

She puts Chay through a number of tests and deems him well enough to return home, with directions to rest and limit his physical and mental activities.

Chay nods and turns to the man who said to call him Big. “Thank you for your help, Phi. Is there a phone I can use? And which hospital is this? I need to call Hia so he can pick me up.” 

The look of alarm on Big’s face makes Chay pause. 

“I think it would be best if we take you home right away so you can get some rest.” Big gently takes Chay and ushers him to the washroom located in the corner of the room. A bundle of clothes is placed into Chay’s hands, and he’s nudged inside. “I’ll call your brother and inform him of your situation while you change.” 

Chay slowly backs into the washroom, flicks on the light, and closes the door quietly. 

That was weird.

He shuffles over to the sink and promptly drops all of the clothes to the floor. In the small mirror above the sink, Wik’s surprised face is staring at Chay.

[wonjns]

thoughts about kpop idols being tickled? i’m looking at wonwoo and heeseung 👀 …imagine being able to make those muscular guys laugh and crumble under your fingers, and then having a *heated* session afterwards heh

stop i love this omg. fluffy to sexc is such a classic but it’s gonna hit everytime 😌

hee & wonu would prob have two very different types of reactions — heeseung probably being the most expressive when it came to you tickling him. his smile is gorgeous, especially whenever we get to see him burst into laughter, so imagine how adorable he would be omg. he would probably LOVE when you engage in a random tickle fight (because i just have a feeling he’s so ticklish) since it’s a fun little intimate moment where all your attention is on him— your fingers scurrying all over his sensitive areas. he’d probably try to push you away despite loving it, throwing his head back allowing you to watch his adam’s apple bob from the laughter before he turned the tables and started fighting back !! unfortunately for you, heeseung knows all your weak spots, so he won’t hesitate to use them to his advantage until he’s the one who has the upper hand.

wonwoo would probably be the most confused at first when you first started attacking his tall frame. i feel like he isn’t exactly ticklish, so he’d just stare at you with a raised eyebrow as you tried to draw some giggles from his armpits. however, when you do finally find a soft spot, you’d feel like to just won the super bowl. his simultaneously adorable and handsome face would look so cute when he reveals his iconic nose scrunch, pearly whites coming into view when he keels over.

but your victory wouldn’t last long with either of these guys, since eventually they’d have enough of the weakening laughter and a switch would flip in them. one minute you were basically on top of them with your ministrations, and then suddenly you’re beneath their broad bodies, shoulders and chests completely encasing you. you’d go from laughing to gulping nervously as you found yourself trapped, and more than just a little turned on.

i can easily see both wonwoo and heeseung giving you a devilish, sexy smile at your sudden change of aura. seeing you submit under them was just so hot to them, neither could resist slowly leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone. they would take their timing making their way to your ear, reveling in your shudders before nibbling on your earlobe. they’d whisper right after brushing their hardening bulges against your crotch.

“we always do this, and i always win.. babe.”

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

[yourdragonwitchroyalty]

Continuing on with posting chapters of my Prinxiety Highschool fic to Tumblr. I hope You enjoy reading

Chapter One

Chapter Two: Here We Go Again

Virgil had the worst luck in the history of the universe, or at least that’s how it felt. 

He panted heavily, opening the door to the main building, which he was very grateful wasn’t locked. 

His dad’s car had broken down, causing Virgil to have to run to school to be on time. He was decent at running, but his house was a bit away from the school, so it was more than he was used to. 

Virgil ran down the hallway, making his way to the doorway of his classroom, panting still. He basically keeled over as he entered the classroom, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“Ah, Mr. Dean, how good of you to join us."

 Virgil registered his teacher, Mr. Pries he was pretty sure his name was, saying. “Hello- Mr. Pries." he replied, managing to, miraculously, stand normally again. 

Good gods, everyone was staring at him. Virgil barely registered as Mr. Pries spoke. 

“You sit." he watched his teacher look down at what must’ve been a seating chart. “To the right of Roman Duke, Mr. Duke, raise your hand please." 

Roman? 

Virgil turned his head in a flash, his eyes wide as his gaze turned to the boy. Oh gods. Virgil hadn’t recognized him at first. Roman was missing his glasses, and Virgil didn’t stop himself from staring. 

See, Virgil had always had a little, itty-bitty, humongous crush on Roman, and seeing him now, his emerald green eyes looking at him, unfiltered by the lack of lenses he used to wear, Virgil felt himself falling even deeper. 

“Is there a problem?” Mr. Pries asked, his voice a blade, cutting through Virgil’s thoughts. 

“Oh! No, everything is fine." Virgil reassured, before looking back at Roman, his face blushing brighter as he walked over to his desk.

 Virgil dropped his backpack on the floor, glad to have it off his shoulders, and slid into his chair. He folded his arms and immediately slumped his head against them. 

Virgil lifted his head, glancing over at Roman out of his peripheral, freezing when he realized Roman was smiling at him. 

Roman had looked away, but Virgil felt the image of his smile burn into the back of his eyes for Virgil to look back upon.

 Virgil was only half paying attention as Mr. Pries, so he didn’t process the words, “…assembly on the football field…” until after everyone started standing up. 

He stood up, and pulled his backpack onto his shoulder, going to move forward when something grabbed at the back of his collar. 

Virgil pulled away, his anxiety in high gear as he turned around quickly. He had seen Joanas’ smug face in the crowd of classmates, he was ready to attempt to stand up for himself, or at least high-tail it out of there, if needed.

 “Calm down, Vee, it’s just me."  A familiar voice said. 

Virgil visibly relaxed as he recognized the people behind him.

 “Oh, hey Jan." 

Janus and Remus, the only saving graces besides Roman at this school. 

Janus had his signature smug look, while Remus had a crazed grin on his face, both with casually confident demeanors, as if they owned this space. 

They both looked cool, so cool, and Virgil wished he could have a shred of their confidence. 

“C’mon, I’m not trying to get yelled at on the first day." Janus said, shooing Virgil forward with a slight sweeping motion. 

Virgil turned, moving out of the aisle, Remus and Janus right behind him. 

“That was one dramatic entrance." Remus commented, giving a slight laugh. “But I dig it." 

Virgil rolled his eyes. “My dad’s van broke down, I had to run to get here on time." 

Janus made a hissing sound through his teeth. “Yikes, I don’t envy you." he gave Virgil a pat on the shoulder as they made their way down the hall after the rest of the class. 

Virgil shrugged. “It’s whatever, I’m gonna need to find a ride home today though, unless I wanna walk, which isn’t that fun.” He said, sighing. 

“You can ride home with me and Roman, we’ve got plenty of room." Remus said, grinning.

 Virgil looked over at Remus. “Thanks." 

He shot Remus a small smile, but looked over as he heard squealing. Roman was hugging a golden-haired boy, Patton, his face split into a grin as he pulled back. 

Virgil couldn’t hear what the two were talking about but found himself smiling softly as he walked.

 “Whatcha looking at?” Remus’ voice broke through the softness in Virgil’s mind. 

“Huh?” 

Virgil looked back at his friend. 

Remus was looking at Roman, then he turned to Virgil again, a look of bewilderment on his face. “Roman? You’re into…Roman?” 

Virgil flushed. “No!” He tried to argue, but his voice cracked, breaking any argument he had going for him. 

“He’s been obsessed with Roman since 6th grade, how is this news for you?” Janus asked. 

“I don’t know! Why didn’t you tell me!?” Remus shot back. 

“I thought you knew." Janus said, looking down at his painted nails. 

Remus stuck his tongue out at Janus before turning to Virgil again. “…but why him though?” 

Virgil flushed in embarrassment. “I just think he’s pretty." he mumbled, his eyes drifting to Roman again. 

“Yeah, but you do realize that he’s a Disney nerd who thinks that expensive calculators are impressive, right?” 

Virgil just shrugged, a soft smile on his face as he watched Roman’s elated conversation with Patton. 

“I mean, dick down whoever you like, but it’s just weird." Remus said. 

“Like you’re one to judge?” Janus asked. “You made out with Julian Peterson because you said, and I quote, ‘He looks kissable’ even though he’s a confirmed asshole." He said, giving air quotes for emphasis. 

Remus grinned along as Janus quoted him, and he cackled slightly. “Ok, you’ve got a point." he conceded. 

Virgil only half listened, as he kept his eyes on Roman for basically the entire walk to the football field. 

And although he couldn’t hear what Roman was saying, he imagined that he was the one the boy was smiling at. 

“Are they always this extra?” Virgil asked, looking from the marching band to the cheerleaders as he sat down on the bleachers. 

Janus shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much." He said, pulling a yellow rehab Monster out of his bag. 

Janus popped the tab open and took a sip before handing it over to Virgil, who took a sip as well. 

Virgil offered the can to Remus, to which he took it, studying it. “Does this have caffeine in it? It says it’s tea." 

“Yes, Remus, it has caffeine." Janus said, in a patronizingly simple tone, as if he was talking to a child. 

Remus shrugged and took a couple of gulps before handing it back to Virgil. 

Virgil couldn’t help but watch Roman out of the corner of his vision, but he held himself back from smiling since he didn’t want Remus to point it out again. 

“Who believes all this greatness crap anyways?” He asked, wanting it to seem like he was paying attention, which he was, vaguely. 

“It’s the kind of thing Roman would believe in. He’s always been the quote-unquote ‘noble’ type." 

Virgil looked over to Roman, who was sitting in the front, about five rows away.

 He felt his heart flutter a bit at the information he was given. 

Virgil really liked learning more about Roman, it made him feel at least a bit connected with him, even though the boy was obviously out of his league. 

He felt a nudge on his shoulder and looked over to see Janus holding out the yellow monster tab. 

Virgil took it with a nod, before slipping it into the front pocket of his backpack. 

The assembly ended a bit later, and the trio stood up, putting on their backpacks before waiting for the people around them to clear up a bit. 

“Do you think that realistically, by the time I graduate that I’ll have fucked enough athletes to be a legend?” Remus asked, looking thoughtfully at Janus. 

“It depends." Janus started, which Virgil found to be the perfect opportunity to put his earbuds in, not really wanting to listen to that conversation. 

He pressed shuffle on his playlist, and New Perspective by Panic! At the Disco started playing. 

He waited until Janus and Remus started moving down the steps of the bleachers before following them silently. 

Virgil bobbed his head slightly to the song and found himself almost getting lost in the music before he saw Roman near the bottom of the bleachers. 

He glanced between Roman and the bleachers, not wanting to fall, but wanting to keep the boy in his view. 

As he reached the bottom of the stairs he followed after Remus and Janus, but this time when he looked over, Roman turned to look at him and waved. 

Virgil felt his face burn with a blush, and he waved back, trying his best to look confident, but knowing him he probably failed. 

He turned away, smiling to himself. 

After a few minutes of following Janus and Remus, Virgil took an earbud out. “Hey, guys?” He called, and they turned to look at him. 

“I’m gonna go to class." Virgil motioned over his shoulder to the general direction his class was in. 

“Bye, Vee." Janus said, shooting him a pleasant smirk. 

Remus waved. “Bye!!” he called before turning and continuing to talk to Janus. 

Virgil smiled to himself, before heading in the direction of his class. 

He really did appreciate Janus and Remus being around, because no matter how demented or sarcastic they were, they’d always be there for him.

Virgil couldn’t keep his mind off of Roman during Second period. 

His mind kept thinking back to his smile, or his eyes, and he found himself unable to focus on his home ec class, which was fine since they weren’t actually really doing anything today. 

He couldn’t help but be excited for next period. 

See, Virgil knew that Roman loved Theatre, so, Virgil had signed up for Theatre. 

He knew for a fact that all the beginner students, including him and Roman, would all be in the same period since that had been stated on the website when he signed up for his classes. 

Virgil couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the clock, counting down the seconds until the bell rang. 

The walk to the Theatre room was decently far since it was on the opposite side of the campus to his home ec class, but he kept a decent pace and got there before the starting bell rang. 

Virgil entered the Theatre room and set his backpack down against the nearest wall. 

The room was pretty full, so Virgil wasn’t expecting Roman to notice him that much, if at all. 

What he really wasn’t expecting was for Roman to be behind him when he turned around. 

Virgil jumped back, almost hitting the wall in his surprise. His heart pounded in his chest, and it took a moment to calm down. 

“Sorry, I should’ve given more warning." Roman apologized, his face sincere. 

Virgil flushed at the closeness between them and the sincerity in Roman’s eyes. 

He cleared his throat, trying to clear the lump that claimed his voice. “Oh! No, it’s alright." 

Virgil’s voice came out more nervous than he’d like, but he couldn’t undo it now. 

Virgil saw Roman glance down at his mouth, and Virgil flushed slightly deeper. 

“Ok! Also, nice braces, purple suits you!” Virgil felt himself staring at Roman in surprise. He would’ve never expected that someone like Roman would ever compliment something as embarrassing as his braces. 

Virgil didn’t even really have time to react before the teacher started talking and Roman turned away. 

Virgil was trying his hardest to look like he was paying attention, but since his mind was too fixated on how close Roman was, he was having a hard time actually paying attention. 

He shifted slightly, trying not to fixate on how he was sure Roman was perceiving him. 

Was there anything wrong with him? Did he smell bad? Was his hair out of place? 

Virgil could feel his anxiety like a physical thing in his chest, weighing him down. 

But then Roman stood up, and Virgil looked over, his mind instead turning to the way Roman looked, proud and beautiful, standing above him. 

“Hi, I’m Roman Duke, and I love Disney movies, singing, and dancing!” He said, smiling widely after he did. 

Virgil found himself smiling too. 

He really didn’t wanna go next, but, it was only fair since everyone had to. 

Virgil took a breath and stood. “Hey, I’m Virgil Dean, and um, I like MCR, and The Nightmare Before Christmas, so yeah." He nodded, internally cringing at how weird he must seem, and sat down. 

Virgil was glad he was out of the spotlight, so glad in fact, that he barely registered as Roman leaned close until he spoke. 

“I like that movie too." 

Virgil’s eyes darted to Roman, and he held his breath as he realized how close he was. 

Roman’s attention moved on to the next person, and he sat normally again, as if nothing had happened. 

Once the introductions ended, Virgil stood up, not wanting to be in the way for people to step on.

He didn’t have time to decide what to do next since the moment he looked over to Roman he saw that there was already someone approaching him. 

It was a group of girls, the majority of which, Virgil did not recognize. 

“Hey, Roman!” One of the girls, who Virgil had seen in middle school, but couldn’t recall the name of, said, smiling at Roman. 

Roman seemed stunned, but still managed a cheerful, “Hey!” with a smile and wave. 

The same girl as before spoke again. “We just wanted to get to know you a bit better, now that we have the time and all." 

The girls around her made sounds of affirmation. 

Virgil felt like he was in the way, like his just being here was intrusive.

Roman looked between Virgil and the girls, and he genuinely looked conflicted. “I’m not sure, I was gonna talk to Virg-” he started, but was cut off as another girl spoke. 

“Pleaseeee?” She begged, pouting. “You seem really interesting." 

Virgil didn’t know her, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to, ever. 

Roman looked back at Virgil, and he did look genuinely apologetic. “I guess we can talk later, right?” He asked. 

Virgil wanted Roman to stay, to talk with him instead, but he nodded.

Later was always better than never. 

He watched as Roman was dragged away towards the stage, sighing softly. 

Well, there were a couple of things Virgil could do; and all of them included sitting by himself. 

So that’s what he did. He sat on the floor near his backpack, and pulled out his somewhat journal and a pencil. It was only somewhat because he wasn’t consistent with making entries, and he mostly used it to doodle, and, very occasionally, write. 

He wasn’t the best at writing, not by any means, but when inspiration struck, he acted on it. 

Today’s inspiration was what it normally was; Roman. 

Virgil wasn’t the most creative person ever, so he went with a very basic idea, that being fairytales. 

It was easy to look at Roman and see a fairytale prince, so that was Virgil’s basis.

 He looked up at the sound of giggling from across the room. 

It was those girls again, giggling probably from something Roman had just said.

 Virgil blew his bangs out of his face, and pouted slightly. 

It wasn’t very fun to see the girls fawning and giggling over Roman, in fact, it made Virgil kinda jealous. 

“Stupid-” Virgil muttered, his pout turning into a slight scowl. 

He looked down at his journal, and began scribbling down a story. 

A Prince, Roman, is stolen away by sirens, the girls, and has to be rescued by a knight, Virgil. 

It was crude, and not very well written, but by the end of the period he was almost done. 

He had just gotten to the part where the knight and prince were about to share a romantic moment when the bell rang. 

Virgil put his journal and pencil back into his backpack, and stood, pulling the bag onto his shoulders. 

He looked up in time to see Roman walking out of the door. 

Glancing over, Virgil saw the group of girls giggling and talking amongst themselves.

 He could hear bits and pieces of what they said, which was mostly just, “He’s so cute!” and “Oh my god!”. 

Virgil turned toward the door before making a face at the words. 

Of course, Roman was gonna have admirers, look at him! But Virgil still felt that angry jealousy in his chest. 

Virgil made his way down the hall toward the lunch room, willing himself calm. 

Roman wasn’t his, it wasn’t fair for him to get jealous. 

He took a breath, closing his eyes for a moment. 

Suddenly, he felt a yank on the back of his backpack, pulling him to a halt. 

“Jan-” Virgil turned, and his heart dropped. 

It wasn’t Janus this time, it was Joanas, and his posse, Alex and Carson. 

What is there to say about such a group? Well, Virgil didn’t know Alex or Carson that well, but Joanas, Joanas had decided that it was his duty to make Virgil’s life difficult. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Virgil." Joanas started, as if he hadn’t purposely drawn Virgil’s attention. 

“What do you want, Joanas?” Virgil questioned, although he had a dreadful feeling he knew what would happen. 

Joanas would do something to publicly humiliate him, in the middle of a hallway, during passing period. 

“Nice hoodie Virgil, elementary school called, they want their look back." Joanas grinned a shit-eating grin. 

Virgil scowled. “Shut up, Joanas, just because you dress like a dumb jock doesn’t mean we all have to." he snarked, his voice biting. 

Joanas’s eyebrow rose and he leaned towards Virgil, getting into his face, and pointing a finger into his chest. “Watch it, Dean. You wouldn’t want to cause a scene, would you?” 

Virgil’s eyes darted around to look at the other students in the hallway. 

Some were staring, others whispering to each other. 

“Hey.” Virgil looked to Joanas as he spoke. “Look at me." Joanas smirked. “You’re so pathetic, you look like you’re about to have a panic attack every time I look at you." 

Virgil flushed in deep embarrassment, probably because it was true. 

Joanas made him upset, deeply. 

He was the antithesis of Roman, who calmed Virgil’s anxiety just by being around him. 

Joanas had been degrading, bullying, and just being a jerk to Virgil his entire life. 

“Leave me alone, Joanas." Virgil tried, but that just made Joanas grin wider. 

Joanas pulled back, and scanned the hallway. 

He grabbed an open carton of milk from off of a passerby’s tray, and in one move, poured it over Virgil’s head before splashing the rest onto the front of his pants. 

Virgil managed to close his eyes in time, but when he opened them and looked down, his clothes were soaked. 

Joanas leaned close again. “Scrap the jacket." he grinned as he pulled back, and pushed the milk carton into Virgil’s hands. “Toodles." 

Joanas motioned for his friends to follow, and away they went. 

Virgil stood there for a moment, before he felt his eyes start to prick with tears. 

He ran to the nearest bathroom, and hid in the first open stall, which happened to be the biggest one. 

Virgil pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket, thanking any deity that would listen that it wasn’t damaged. 

He unlocked it, and pressed the call button on Janus’ contact, holding the phone to his ear, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Janus answered after the second ring. “What’s up?” He asked, the sounds of the hallway evident around him. 

Virgil took a shuddering breath, and when he spoke, his voice was soft. “I need help." 

Janus was silent for a moment. “Where are you?”

It only took a couple minutes for Janus and Remus to get to the bathroom, in which time Virgil had curled up in a corner of the stall, his jacket on the floor beside him. 

“Virgil?” Janus knocked on the stall door. 

“I’m here." Virgil said, just loud enough to be heard. 

“The door is locked-” Janus started, before Remus climbed underneath the stall door, and unlocked it for Janus. “Nevermind." 

Remus approached Virgil as Janus locked the door again. “Who did this?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft. 

Virgil looked away, before muttering Joanas’ name under his breath. 

“What was that?” 

Virgil looked up, tears in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter, I’m covered in milk!” He cried, tears falling down his cheeks. 

Remus gave a thoughtful look before shedding his jacket, and pulling off his crop top. “Here." he gestured for Virgil to take the clothes as he unbuttoned his ripped jeans.

Virgil looked at Remus, somewhat shocked at his willingness to do this. 

“Janus, go check on the table, I’ll handle everything here." Remus said, giving a reassuring smile. 

Janus looked over, before nodding. ”Ok." He said, before leaving the stall. 

Virgil snapped out of his shock, and looked up at Remus. “What about my hair." he asked, running a hand through his damp bangs. 

Remus pulled a water bottle out of the pocket of his backpack, and gave a grin. “We can wash it." 

Virgil groaned before looking over to the toilet. “I meant in the sink, but if you wanna put your face in there you can." Remus clarified, before cackling to himself. 

“Oh, you’re so funny." Virgil snarked, scowling slightly. 

“Hey, calm down, let’s get you cleaned up."

They rinsed Virgil's hair over one of the sinks, adding a little bit of soap for extra cleanliness, and dried his hair with some paper towels before he changed into Remus’s clothes.

 Remus was a little taller than Virgil, so they had to roll up the pants, but other than that, the clothes fit well.

 “I feel stupid." Virgil muttered, wrapping Remus’ jacket around himself. 

He didn’t like the way the chilled air hit his stomach in the crop top. He felt exposed, both physically and emotionally. 

“C’mon, you look great." Remus reassured, patting Virgil on the shoulder. “You ready to go to lunch?” 

Virgil nodded, and grabbed his backpack from the stall. He was wishing that his clothes wouldn’t make everything damp, since he had had to kinda just shove them into his bag. 

He wasn’t hoping for the best though, since with his luck that usually didn’t happen, and he wasn’t gonna waste his energy. 

“Yeah, I guess." Virgil said at last. He followed Remus to the lunchroom, his mind hyper-aware of anyone that looked his way. 

As they entered the lunchroom, Virgil saw Janus and immediately his heart dropped. 

Roman and his friends were sitting with them. 

Oh gods, Virgil felt his stomach twist. 

Act cool, Virgil, pretend like you weren’t just publicly humiliated. 

He sat down, and immediately turned away from Roman. 

Smooth, Virge, so smooth. 

“What’s going on?” Roman asked, he sounded confused, and Virgil didn’t blame him. 

He’d shown up, his hair wet, and wearing Remus’ clothes, that sounds fucking confusing. 

“Wardrobe malfunction." Remus replied. 

That was one way to say it. 

“Got it." 

Lunch was whatever, the next few periods were whatever, everything was whatever. 

Virgil kept on getting looks, and even a few compliments on his outfit, and all it did was fuel his anxiety.

 He felt like a liar somehow, as if his borrowed clothes were him trying to be someone else. 

When the final bell of the day had rung, Virgil was out of there in an instant, not wanting to be seen any longer. 

He found Remus out front, next to a new-looking black car that Virgil guessed belonged to Remus and Roman’s chauffeur. 

“I feel naked, how do you wear these like it’s nothing?” Virgil asked Remus as soon as he got close enough, gesturing down to the crop top. 

“I keep worrying that everyone’s staring at my stomach." he wrapped the jacket even closer, even though it was warm out. 

“It’s about being sexy." Remus shrugged. “You’ll never understand." He teased, before turning to wave to Roman as he got close.

 “There you are!” Remus grabbed Roman’s shoulder, shaking it. “We were just waiting for you." 

Roman looked at Virgil, who turned his eyes to the car. He didn’t feel as embarrassed as he had at lunch, but he still didn’t feel like eye contact. 

“Well, I’m here." Roman said, as if he didn’t know what else to say. 

Virgil didn’t blame him, words were hard. 

Remus gave a laugh and opened the door to the front seat. “I can see that." He climbed into the car, looking back at his brother. “Now get in the car, dingus."

Virgil was happy Remus was here, otherwise the drive home would’ve been really awkward. 

Virgil mostly looked out the window, not wanting to focus on the fact that Roman was sitting next to him, so close he could probably turn and touch him.  

He wanted to look over, to take in the boy’s beauty, but he felt the anxiety weighing in his chest at that prospect. 

Virgil would never be with Roman, he knew that, and he couldn’t just sit here and pretend he could be, it’d just hurt him in the long run. 

The car pulled up to Virgil’s house, and he opened the door, grabbing his backpack. 

“Hey." 

Virgil glanced back, somewhat confused as Roman spoke. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow." He said, smiling at Virgil. 

Virgil felt his cheeks flush, and he smiled back. “See you." He replied, climbing out, and closing the door behind him. 

As Virgil walked up to the house, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Maybe he had a better chance than he thought.

[atopvisenyashill]

i do think an au where laena lives, and rhaenyra still has aegon but he’s straight up a bastard is a really interesting if highly unlikely au. like, even if daemon accidentally knocks her up while laena is alive, rhaenyra would realistically go to him or even her father and be like “holy shit i need some help here” altho - i mean i’m assuming she wouldn’t even freak out about it too bad bc she has aegon at the end of 120, she can still just claim it’s laenor’s whether he’s alive or not. it’s not like people believe her about the first three, she’s not exactly doing anything different with this one is she! daemon might start acting up when her baby comes out looking valyrian and while i am a daemon/laena/rhaenyra truther, there is a difference between having a third u keep on the down low and your husband knocking that third up, especially in a world like westeros. that + rhaenys is not fucking stupid thanks very much, when rhaenyra gives birth to a valyrian looking baby (regardless of whether laenor is still alive or laenor died 9 months and three weeks ago) and daemon starts crying screaming throwing up while laena has gone catatonic in the corner, rhaenys is gonna realize Something Fucky Went Down. but like, if viserys is just like “oh wow isn’t it so funny how genes work, i mean my dad had the valyrian look while my mom was practically lannister colored isn’t that so funny how two kids with the exact same parents can look so different, i’m so happy you and laenor had a fourth child” this is just gonna be another “rhaenyra clearly had a bastard” scenario EXCEPT. i mean is daemon gonna just stay quiet like harwin did? is laena going to continue being close to rhaenyra after rhaenyra clearly and obviously had daemon’s bastard?? is viserys, while covering for rhaenyra, still not gonna be supremely annoyed that daemon fucked rhaenyra AGAIN??? it’s a much more tense situation for sure, but Aegon would likely still just be a Velaryon, and then um, hopefully laena sits them down and is like “pull OUT next time seven fucking hells” and viserys ii gets butterfly effected away.

(imagine if she has viserys ii as well. she’s really shooting herself in the foot there but that would be so fucking funny. just being like “okay this one is in fact a bastard my bad guys, this is viserys waters, his dad was some random guy” and viserys has daemon’s whole ass face. omg. i think her dad would just keel over and die early).

but anyways, if rhaenyra just decides “fuck it i’m saying this one really is a bastard” that’s soooooo fun. i think jason lannister’s head would explode, personally. i think aegon the elder would piss his pants laughing, ESPECIALLY if she has the audacity to name her bastard “aegon waters.” i don’t know how alicent would react and i don’t think alicent would know how to react either. i think that might actually break her.

[amandayetagain]

Ok so I typed half this out and tumblr deleted it so I’m gonna try to summarize. I’m new to a school, I get adopted by an extrovert who already has some introvert friends. One of those introvert friends we’re gonna call Cat. Cat and I aren’t super close (I mix her up with another girl for almost 3 weeks) but we have mutual friends so we sit together when there aren’t any other options. I’m in home room, reading on my school device through my library account and my book of choice is red white and Royal blue. She’s next to me, glances over my shoulder and asks what I’m reading. I blue screen because I have no clue how chill anyone is and pull up my library account and say the first book I have checked out, one of the lunar chronicles. She’s like huh and then leaves it. Internally I’m like thank god but the next time we’re hanging out with our extrovert cat is like “hey I saw the names Alex and Henry, were you reading red white and royal blue?” I’m like eughhhgh yes? And she’s like hm.

So she knows that we’re still friends ish and Just going around. I, because my school had not great restrictions, was able to get to ao3 and tumblr in a private tab. I was never stupid enough to get caught in class but it was a pretty regular thing of mine, I was publishing an idiots guide to getting a girlfriend at the time. Cat reads red white and Royal blue as well as of fire and stars att my recommendation and likes both of them (we watched the movie when it came out together as a throwback) we’re a bit closer now but she has the habit of looking over my shoulder. Which means when I accidentally have my private windows open it pretty much airs my laundry on display.

She extrapolates, figures out I have a tumblr, and because we’re dramatic little shits it’s very cloak and dagger, her tugging me aside to tell me that she likes my shoelaces. I nearly keel over and She finds my ao3. She jokes about blackmail I lightly go along but at this point I trust her enough for it not to be like actual blackmail. Even still the joke sticks and she’s one of the first people I’m comfortably out with at my new school, and is probably one of my closest friends now. I force books upon her (I say not read them she does out of spite) and I got her into crochet! I still call her my best and most blackmaily friend bc blackmail did give us conversation material lol

I love that! ‘I mix her up with another girl for three weeks’ made me laugh. Rwrb my beloved (I had a FedEx au in a notebook for a while lol). I don’t remember an idiots guide era but I remember glitz and glamour era! I was looking through your works and did a double take at the summary, checked the kudos, and yep! I was there. Blackmail as an inside joke >> lmao. My irl is trying to get me into crochet but I keep going at it like knitting and it’s not working at all. That’s so fun!

[loganslowdown4]

So Thomas and Joan a couple years ago made a video out of a bunch of quotes from the movie Anchorman, and I just found the transcription I made for it again…

So here I present to you:

Anchorman Sides

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Roman: I need all of you to stop what you’re doing and listen! CANNONBALL!!

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Roman: I’m kind of a big deal.

Logan: Really.

Roman: People know me.

Logan: Well I’m very happy for you.

Roman: I’m very important, uhhh I have… many leather bound books.

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Remus: What in the hell’s diversity?

Roman: Well I could be wrong, but I believe diversity is an old old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era.

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Virgil: Hey nice clothes gentlemen. I didn’t know the Salvation Army was having a sale. HAHAHAHAHA

Patton: Hey! Where did you get those clothes? At the toilet store?

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Logan: I will have you know that I have more talent and more intellegence in my little finger than you do in your entire body! Sir!

Roman: You are a smelly pirate hooker!

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*dog barks*

Roman: You pooped in the refridgerator? How’d you do that? I’m not even mad, that’s amazing.

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Roman: I’m not prepared. I’m really not prepared at all.

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Remus: I woke up this morning… and I shit a squirrel.

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Roman: AAAHHH I’M IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION!

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Janus: They had to bring a female in. Change your diapers, wipe the dribble away from your bubbling lips. Rub vaseline all over your hiney and tell you it’s special you different from everyone else’s. *laughs*

Patton: You said hiney!

Logan: Pat get back over here.

Patton: haha Hiney

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Roman: You’re a real hooker. I’m gonna slap you in public.

Logan: *laughs* You have man boobs.

Roman: You’ve got a dirty whore-ish mouth, that’s what you have.

Logan: A jazz flute is for little fairy boys.

Roman: Ok, you know what? That’s uncalled for. I can’t work with this man.

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Logan: I’m Logan Sanders.

Roman: And I’m Roman Sanders. Go fuck yourself, San Diego.

Virgil: *screams*

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Patton: Why did you say that? You’re my hero, Roman!

Roman: Pat, I…

Patton: And you come out with stink like that! Poop! You poop mouth! The poop outta your mouth! *cries*

Roman: Pat, if I were to give you some money out of my wallet, would that ease the pain?

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Roman: We are IN LOOOOOOVVVVEEE!!!!!

Roman: Did I say that loud?

Virgil: Yeah, you pretty much yelled it.

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Patton: I love carpet.

Roman: Pat are you just looking at things in the office and saying that you love them?

Patton: I love lamp.

Roman: Do you really love the lamp? Or are you just saying it because you saw it?

Patton: I love lamp! I love lamp!

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Roman: Pat, where’d you get a hand grenade?

Patton: I don’t know.

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Remus: What do you say we go out on a date? Have some chicken, maybe some sex. You know, see what happens?

Logan: Oh, let me get this over here *dick punches Remus, Remus keels over* Sorry.

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Patton: People seem to like me because I’m polite, and I’m rarely late. I like to eat ice cream, and I really enjoy a nice pair of slacks.

Remus: I’m all about having fun, you know, get a couple cocktails in me, start a fire in someone’s kitchen. Maybe go to Sea World, take my pants off.

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Roman: Great Oden’s Raven!

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Janus: *referring to his cologne* It’s called ‘Sex Panther’ by Odeon. It’s illegal in 9 countries.

Roman: Jan, I’m gonna be honest with you. That smells like pure gasoline.

Janus: They’ve done studies, you know. 60% of the time it works every time.

Roman: That doesn’t make sense

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Patton: Logan.

Logan: Ahem.

Patton: I would like to extend to you an invitation to the ‘pant’s party’.

Logan: Excuse me?

Patton: The…party. The pants…with pants. The party with pants?

Logan: Pat, are you saying that there’s a party in your pants and I’m invited?

Patton: That’s it!

Logan: Did Janus tell you to say this, Patton?

Patton: No…Yes he did.

Logan: Ok. No, I don’t want to go to a party in your pants.

Patton: Very well. Virgil, would you like to go to a party in my pants?

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