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Teach Me IV

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Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au, frat!svt

Warnings: mentions of drug use (weed) and alcohol , phone sex, exchange of nudes, both are down horrendous, mutual masturbation, making out, dry humping, idiots in like, dokyeom has a praise kink and isn't ashamed, snippets of disgusting fluff

Length: ~5.1k

Note: ugh ... anyways! i know i mentioned potential angst in an ask but i'm weak

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The best part of starting Fall Break on a Friday is having to do absolutely nothing for five blissful days. But because he is easily swindled by his friends, Dokyeom is ass over tits and the clock hasn’t even chimed 8PM. After the incredibly awkward week following your latest tryst, he’s thankful for the mind numbing freedom of alcohol, weed, and nothing but miles of mountain and woods.

Or he would be if wasn’t still upset you turned down his invitation to join him this weekend.

So he sneaks into his room and pulls up your Instagram. You're at the top of his results when he clicks into the search bar.

You posted a new photo this afternoon. A memory of a girls night out, sandwiched between two of your friends outside some bar, nothing but wide drunk smiles and closed eyes under the flash of the camera. Dokyeom already saw it. Already liked it.

He keeps scrolling, down down down till he reaches his favorite picture. A frozen memory of you outside some cafe, slumped in an iron wrought chair, sunglasses obscuring half of your face; your mouth is spread over a wild guffaw, teeth flashing and the corner of your lips arched high in amusement. Whatever had amused you pulled your entire body in, shoulders curved up as your chest caves, chin tipped back.

The soft pink sundress hugging you snugly is an added bonus.

And somewhere in his muddled mind, Dokyeom decides he needs to talk to you. Right. Now.

After the third ring, the call connects.

“Heyyy, pretty lady.”

“Oh my god, are you drunk?” You laugh, and Dokyeom can imagine the same expression from the photo flashing across your face.

God, she even sounds pretty. He thinks.

He whines through the goofy smile plucking the corners of his lips, “Nooooo.”

“Oh, really?”

“Maybe I’m a little drunk.”

“Only a little?” You jest.

“Maybe a lot-tle.”

“I can tell.”

“Wish you were here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Haven’t seen you in like a week.”

If he wasn’t wasted then he might feel embarrassed, but Dokyeom finds the words slipping past him without a second thought as he rocks back and forth, caught in waves of emotion.

“How’s the cabin been so far?”

The sudden change in topic scratches unpleasantly but he lets it go.

“Would be more fun if you were here.” He confesses. “What are you up to?”

“Laying in bed, watching Love Island.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Seriously?” You scoff.

“What?”

“You’re so lame, Kyeom.”

“I’m curious about what you do when you’re alone.” He tries to sound innocent. “You’re alone, right?”

“Yeah, Ava left for the weekend.”

“So what are you doing this weekend?”

He’s fishing for the real reason you told him you couldn't come with him to the cabin. You’d been purposefully vague the few times Dokyeom probed since last Thursday, claiming any excuse under the sun: a friend coming to visit, getting ahead on assignments, pulling a few extra shifts at the library. Anything to avoid flat out rejection.

“You know, this and that. What about you guys? Any big plans?”

“Some of the guys mentioned a hike tomorrow. And Beer-lympics Sunday.”

“God, you’re such a frat bro.”

“I can do better.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. What are you wearing?” He tries again.

He hears you huff, “Pajamas.”

“Sexy.”

“I actually think this is your shirt.”

“Oh? Send me a pic.”

“What do I get if I do?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you hard?”

“I can be.”

“I’ll send you a picture if you send me one too.”

“Fuck, okay.” He agrees, tapping open his camera app and trying out a few angles, working himself up in the process.

Dokyeom settles for cupping the bulge over his pants, outline of his cock pronounced as he lightly squeezes. He’s highly aware of your obsession with his hands, so he tries to flex his arm forcing the web of veins to rise as the muscles clench.

“I’m waiting.” You goad on the other end of the phone, knocking him out of his concentration.

The five photos he’s snapped all look about the same. Settling on the least blurry one, he quickly opens your messages and sends it before changing his mind.

A sharp inhale announces its arrival on your phone.

“Your turn.”

He can hear the rustle of clothes and blankets through the speaker, and a whispered curse following a dull thud. Dokyeom can’t help the chuckle that escapes as he pictures whatever caused it.

The photo you send back takes him a second to decipher. You're definitely wearing his shirt, the bottom hem bunched across your breasts, the swells of flesh peaking out near the top of the picture; perfectly omitting your face. Tracing down your bare stomach, your hips are wrapped in powdery blue cotton panties. And if that wasn’t enough, one hand is stuffed underneath, pulling the elastic taunt across the crease in your hip as it stretches to accommodate your fingers.

Holy shit.

“You like it?”

“You're evil.” Head rolling back, Dokyeom groans as he takes it all in. “You want me dead.”

You giggle at his tone.

“Fuck,” he mutters, continuing to study your figure. “You’re so hot.”

“Kyeomie,” you whine, obviously embarrassed under his attention.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” you mewl.

“Dirty girl.”

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

The back and forth of your relationship is the funnest part, in Dokyeom’s opinion. You like when he puts you in your place as much as he enjoys you putting him in his. It helps that even when he assumes the more dominant role, you still praise him as if he’s the best thing since sliced bread. It scratches that submissive part of his brain that always wants needs to be good. Especially for you.

“I can think of a few things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

Phone sex is unfamiliar territory. He isn’t sure how much is too much and the awkward parting last week still stains his brain. But you just sent him a photo with your hands down your underwear so Dokyeom tries to go with the flow.

“Could make you cry on my cock.” He flushes when you remain silent for a second too long . “Sorry, that felt awkward.”

“No!” You object, voice crackling through the speaker at the sharp increase in volume. “It, ugh, that’s hot.”

“What? Crying from my dick?”

“You don’t think so?”

Dokyeom’s cock twitches, as if to signal its eager agreement.

“I think anything involving you near my penis is hot so I’m not really a good judge.”

“Well, just imagine it. Remember that time we fucked at Wonwoo and Mingyu’s house party?”

“Not appreciating you saying other dudes’ names while my dick is in my hand but yeah.”

You snicker at his reprimand. “Anyway. Remember how I wanted you to fuck my mouth?”

Dokyeom takes a sharp inhale as the memory rushes forward. You on your knees, eyes glossy and lips bruised, begging him to stretch your throat. The second the request reached his ears Dokyeom nearly came on your sweater covered chest, but he’d ignored your request, hauling your ass up onto the counter in favor of stuffing your cunt. You hadn’t complained.

“But you wouldn’t because you didn’t wanna mess up my makeup?”

“You looked pretty… didn’t wanna ruin it.”

“Yeah but I wanted you to.”

Another squeeze of his cock as he slips his hand under his boxers, “Yeah?”

“You’re really hot when you tell me what to do.”

“Fuck.” He groans, vocabulary limited by the husky timbre of your voice. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Mhhmm, doesn't feel as good as when you do it though.”

A pathetic thrust through his fist at the praise. “I know but I’ll make it up to you next time. Promise.”

“How?”

“Might tie you up. Fuck you till your screamming.” Dokyeom doesn’t know who he’s become but you seem to like it.

“Oh?”

Your reply is all breath, the same way you sign when he gives you his fingers after a long study session. The beads of pre-cum on his tip increase as he works his cock, almost able to fill the way you’d coat his fingers if he was there to give them to you.

“You like that? Want me to use your tight little pussy? Fill it up?”

“Want you to come inside me again, Minnie. So hot.”

“I know, pretty girl. So desperate for it aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” you squeak, “Are you close?”

“Send me another picture.”

Only a few seconds pass, filled with muffled groans on his end and the clack of your nails on yours. Dokyeom rushes to open the new attachment you’ve blessed him with, heart clenching when his stomach caves around a moan.

The photo is blurry from your haste but he doesn’t care. You're drenched. The crotch of your panties tinged darker as you pull them aside, flashing the way your entrance stretches around three of your fingers. Your clit just barely visible, puffy and swollen from neglect.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Minnie—” Your voice sounds far away, and he realizes you've put yourself on speaker so you can use both hands.

“Can you do something for me?” he grounds, squeezing the base of his cock to stop his impending end.

“Anything.”

Another deep breath before he lays himself bare, “Drive up here tomorrow.”

“What?” You ask, the springs of your mattress squeaking as you sit up, clearly confused by the switch in pace.

“I wanna see you.”

“I—”

“Promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Dokyeom scrambles.

Another pause before a timid, “How?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Dangerous words.”

“Pretty sure I’ll enjoy it just as much as you.”

“I don’t know…”

“If you don’t want to, it's fine but,” he sighs, “if you can I want you to come. And not just because of sex.”

“Then why?”

“Because I like—” He cuts himself off hastily. “Because I like spending time with you.”

As seconds tick by without response, Dokyeom is sure you're going to call his bluff. Or worse, laugh in his face. He’s sweating, heart beating irregularly as he waits for your reply.

“Really?” Shyness creeps into your voice.

Dokyeom nods before realizing you can’t see him. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Dokyeom asks, eyes wide and jaw slack. No way it's this easy.

“Really,” he can hear you smile. “But only because you said you’d give me whatever I want.”

“You’re gonna make me regret that aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.” You tease, enunciating each syllable as his heart beats in time. “But Kyeomie…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m still wet.”

“Can’t have that.” He tsks.

“Please,”

“Be a good girl and play with your clit.” Dokyeom instructs, slipping right back in.

A hitch in your breath precludes a satisfied “hmmm”. He wishes he could taste both on his tongue.

“Touch yourself too.” You plea.

Dokyeom’s wound so tight a gust of wind would have his load all over his stomach. He tells you as much.

“Shiiit” You curse, catching up to him. “Close.”

“Yeah? Think you deserve it?”

If he was there, Dokyeom knows he’d see the frustrated kick of your legs and feel the daggers shooting from your eyes.

“You ignored me all last week, I don’t know if I should let you.”

“Dokyeom, please!”

“But since I get to see you tomorrow.” he tuts, covering up the catch of his breath as you plea again. “Let me hear it.”

The call devolves into choked curses and groans. He keeps the screen close to his face as he focuses back on the picture you sent, painting his fist with streaks of white as you beg him to cum, choke on how much you want to taste. Your stuttered “ah”s floating right into his ears as you twist and shake in your bed hours away.

When Dokyeom can feel himself returning to his body, he soaks in the lull of you catching your breath.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” You sigh dreamily.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Send me the address.”

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy you’re coming…”

“Goodnight,” you chuckle at the double entendre.

“Night.”

Even with the satisfaction of an orgasm coursing through his veins, the fizzing bubbles of happiness in his chest have nothing to do with the cum cooling in his underwear.

The drive to the cabin is two hours and thirty seven nerve wrecking minutes. Dokyeom has been up since six, texting you the address, asking you to let him know when you left, keep him updated on any pit stops you needed to make. Not to rush up the mountain and drive safely.

The digital clock on your dash reads just past noon as you slowly creep up a narrow gravel road, praying another car doesn’t swoop around the bend. Of course a pack of frat boys would choose some creepy woods to set up camp for a long weekend.

You dial Dokyeom’s number just to be safe. Barely a full ring passes before he picks it up.

“Hey!”

“Hey… I think I’m pulling up to the right place?” You scan for any sign of a driveway on either side of the road without any luck.

“Oh shit, I’ll come outside. Jun got us lost yesterday when he drove up so it’s tricky.”

Taking a left as you finally spot the red mailbox with a beaver carved into the dark wooden post at the end of the lengthy driveway, a two story cabin comes into view between the trees. Dokyeom jogs from the porch to meet you at the edge of the yard. Rolling down your window as he makes his way over, you greet him.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” he smiles, bright enough to blind a village.

“Um, where should I park?”

“Just pull up behind anyone, it doesn't matter.”

“Alright.”

Dokyeom walks next to you as you pull in behind a white sedan. Once in park, you pop the trunk before slipping out the door. He already has your bag tossed over his shoulder, tangling your fingers with his as he pulls you towards the house.

“Some of the guys went on a hike earlier so I’ve been helping Seungkwan and Mingyu clean up.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to wait for me.”

“I wanted to.”

Before you can think too much on that statement, Seungkwan interrupts by tackling you in a hug.

“Oh thank god you’re here.”

“Hi to you too.” You say, carrying his weight as he goes boneless.

“Hi,” he responds with a squeeze, before turning to Dokyeom with a blunt, “Goodbye.”

Seungkwan pulls you inside the front door, beelining for the sliding glass doors that lead to the back porch.

“Hey!”

Without slowing, Seungkwan fends him off. “She was my friend first!”

“Yeah well,” Dokyeom flounders like a washed up fish.

“You dazzle with words. Now go away.” Seungkwan sniffs.

Sending an apologetic smile over your shoulder, you allow Seungkwan to usher you along. You spot another person in the kitchen, face shadowed by the hood of his sweater. He doesn’t look up when you and Seungkwan shuffle pass.

“Ignore Mingyu, his girlfriend broke up with him yesterday.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, anyway.” Seungkwan plops onto one of the chairs circled around the patio table. “Speaking of girlfriends—”

“Did you finally get one?”

“Being mean is bad for your health.” He deadpans. “As I was saying, did Dokyeom ask you to be his?”

“His what?”

“His girlfriend.”

Your ears ring at the nonchalance in Seungkwan’s tone.

“Why would he ask me to be his girlfriend?”

“Why else would you get up at the ass crack of dawn to come to this dump?”

“He said he wanted me to come.” You answer, turning your head to observe the lake beyond the thin tree line.

“After you told him no? Wow, didn’t realize he was that good in bed.”

Your hands itch to circle his neck and shake but Seungkwan is saved by the very man in question.

“Hate to interrupt but I thought you might want some coffee?”

You turn around, smiling as Dokyeom leans out of the sliding glass door, “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We aren’t done talking!” Seungkwan calls as you reach the door.

“I am!”

Mingyu apparently retreated to his room after you stepped outside, nowhere to be found in the kitchen or living room beyond the counter.

The isolation makes you nervous which is strange because it’s just Dokyeom. But his words last night over the phone, coupled with Seungkwan’s on the porch twist your guts uncomfortably.

It’s too late to bail. You can’t claim illness since Dokyeom will fawn over you like some mother hen. Besides, you don’t actually want to leave. You just can’t stand the nagging voice in the back of your head insisting this isn’t what friends do. Even if said friends are having sex.

“Wanna show me your room?”

“Sure!” Dokyeom is still cheery, eagerly leading you upstairs and down a maze of hallways.

The outside of the cabin, while daunting, failed to betray how big it actually is as you pass door after door on your journey.

The room Dokyeom is sharing with Soonyoung is cozy. Two full sized beds with little room for anything else and an en suite the size of a closet. But at least you won’t have to battle it out with anyone else for a bathroom during the next three days.

Dokyeom was lucky enough to claim the bed closests to the bay windows, framing a pleasant view of the backyard, dock, and sprawling lake. When you step closer, you can spot Seungkwan’s mop of hair as he leans on the edge of the railing that borders the porch; hand animated as the other holds his phone near his mouth.

Turning back to the bed, you spot your bag on the floor at the foot of it. The room is ten degrees hotter when you realize Dokyeom was lying right there as he talked you through an orgasm barely twelve hours ago. You awkwardly shuffle on your feet as you try to find something to say.

Dokyeom seems unperturbed, flopping onto the mattress, arms thrown wide in invitation. A shy grin twists your lips. Hair a mess, and cheeks flushed, Dokyeom looks cute. He’s always cute but navy crew neck and gray sweats transforms him into a cozy dream. The mattress dips under your knee as you crawl to lay next to him.

Settling your head over his heart, arms twining around one another, you feel your own give a peculiar squeeze. It’s truly no different than all the other times you’ve cuddled, albeit those were post-coitous; except it is. Dokyeom told you he wanted you here, that he likes spending time with you, and now he’s squeezing the life out of you as he snags one of your legs to wrap around his waist.

When sleep tickles your nose, pleasantly warm and inviting, you ignore how Dokyeom isn’t your boyfriend. What you have right now is perfect enough.

—

The sweet hum of Dokyeom’s voice lulls you awake, a simple melody you vaguely recognize from his playlist he insists on blasting during your hangouts. Gray light from outside casts the room sullenly dark. Storm clouds, swollen to a near black, eclipse the late afternoon sun. Dokyeom’s neck is the perfect place to escape the unavoidable sounds of the cabin filled with life, eyes firmly shut as you inhale the smell of laundry detergent and pine.

One of your hands managed to twist under his sweater in your sleep, fisting his thin T-shirt as you attempt to beckon sleep out of hiding and back towards you. A pathetic whine escapes when Dokyeom jostles you in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, only silenced by his lips against your forehead and his stroking your elbow.

“Shhhh,” he coos. “Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“Like five.”

Lifting back from his neck, you pout. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

A gentle peck to your lips in response leaves you speechless, a soft quirk to his lips as you gape. Collapsing back into his chest you’re left to bask in each other's presence as you take to silently drawing shapes on his stomach, smiling as he giggles from ticklishness. His thumb traces the curves of your hip, digging to the soft flesh of your waist.

A banging on the door makes you both jump out of your skin before Seungkwan’s voice cuts the air. “Come on love birds, dinners ready!”

“If we don’t get up, do you think he’ll go away?” Dokyeom whispers into your hair.

“No.”

On queue the door flies open, smacking against the wall and rebounding into Seungkwan’s face.

“I said it's time for dinner. Now get your asses up!”

“Go away, Boo!” You demand, chucking a pillow in his direction.

“What happened to respecting your elders?” Dokyeom asks, eyes sharp as he tries to kill the younger man with his eyes.

“When my elder does something respectable, I’ll consider it.” Seungkwan claps. “Now chop chop!”

The dinner Seungkwan so adamantly demanded your presence at is a huge pot of spaghetti and some loaves of garlic bread. Nothing overly complex but the bustling atmosphere downstairs is nice, comfortable.

Dokyeom introduces you to some of the fraternity members you haven’t met, as well as their dates. Squished between him and Seungkwan at the dining table, you barely engage in conversation. Not that you need to. They both fill the space with their own joking easily enough.

Instead, your mind focuses on the warmth of Dokyeom’s shoulder brushing yours, and how he rests his arm on the back of your chair once he finishes his plate.

When the mess is cleared away, a few people scurrying off to who knows where, Soonyoung insists on a game of Beerio Kart as dessert. Excited to have a new person to torment, he drags you to the couch before you can object. In a blink, you find yourself wedged between the armrest and Dokyeom as he explains the game.

“The rules are simple my friends! No drinking and driving and you have to finish your drunk before the race ends. If you fail to do so you’ll be publicly shamed.” Soonyoung claps his hands together, the maniacal glint in his eyes a little too intense for such a silly game.

“And for additional chaos,” Seungkwan adds. “I’ve changed it to blue shells only.”

“Now may the best driver win!”

“Alright, the first round is Jun, Marci, Sam, and me.”

“This is gonna be a bloodbath.” Someone calls from the other couch.

And it is. Jun uses height to hold Seungkwan’s drink out of the younger man’s reach, resulting in Seungkwan launching himself from the couch in a flying kick. They’re both so occupied with one another they don’t notice the race is long finished and neither of their characters moved past the starting line.

A chorus of boos rises as the race times out, designating them as 11th and 12th place.

“Alright, next is DK, Y/N, Wonwoo, and myself.”

“Can I forfeit?”

Dokyeom turns to you. “You wanna quit already?”

“Considering my opponents, yes.”

“New rule: no quitting allowed.” Soonyoung interjects.

“You can’t make that a rule!”

“I just did!”

You respond with a thumbs down, much more effective than the middle finger you want to throw his way.

“It’s okay if you’re scared, Y/N.” Wonwoo taunts from across the room.

“I’m not scared!”

“That’s exactly what someone who is scared would say!” Soonyoung chimes in.

Dokyeom just shrugs his shoulders when you look at him for assistance. Figures. He’s part of the reason you don’t want to play. He and his roommate rile each other up too much under normal circumstances, let alone when things get competitive and alcohol is involved.

“Fine, let's play!”

Soonyoung divvies out another round of lukewarm beer cans you’re required to drink as Wonwoo picks the track. N64 Rainbow Road because apparently he’s an asshole. The way he reclines back in his seat confirms it.

To avoid the inevitable mess Dokyeom will make in his haste to chug before the race begins, you stand, shuffling closer to the safe zone at the edge of the coffee table. He tugs at the back of your shirt for a second, prompting you to shake your head.

Dokyeom pouts but stays silent.

“Alright lady and gentlemen! Start. Your. Engines!”

Cracking open your can the second the countdown begins on screen, you gag at the taste of cheap beer as everyone whoops around you. You manage half the can before you have to stop under the threat of it coming back up. Dokyeom and Soonyoung are still drinking, the later shuffling in place restlessly. Wonwoo hasn’t even opened his beer, focusing on getting as far ahead as he can.

Hopefully Seungkwan’s meddling takes care of him.

The race track is chaos as you press your character forward, occasionally blown off course by a blue shell moving to knock out whoever is in first. Half way through the course, you chance a glance at the other corners of the TV. Soonyoung and Dokyeom have finally started lap one, only for Soonyoung to fly over the edge at the first turn and wait to be rescued. Wonwoo is caught in the mess at the front of the pack, only able to maintain first for a fraction of a second before being sniped by a shell.

Once you round the third lap, you take your chance. Stopping in a corner of the track to down the rest of your drink, hoping everyone is too engrossed in the events on screen to see you start moving despite still swallowing a mouth full of beer.

This is when you see Wonwoo make his mistake. He pauses right before the finish line, cracking his can open and nearly choking on the large gulps in his haste. You're gaining quickly, barely a quarter of the last lap remains between your carts. When he finally finishes the can and picks up the controller, you unleash the blue shell you’d been saving. Rosalina goes flying as you sail by, Yoshi claiming fifth place.

“Suck it!” You scream, jumping up and down in victory; joined by Seungkwan who hollers with you as if he won too.

Wonwoo is shell-shocked, literally. He finishes seventh overall, pulling behind another computer character. Soonyoung is on the floor as he and Dokyeom fight for second to last place. The shame goes to Soonyoung as the race times out once again.

When you turn back to the couch you're met with another blinding smile as you drop into his lap.

“Looooooserrrr,” you taunt as you flick his nose gently.

“Yeah whatever.”

“It’s okay, maybe I can teach you sometime.”

He laughs, squeezing you into his chest. “God, you’re annoying.”

“It’s so lonely at the top.” You furrow your brow in mock sorrow.

Another race ensues, more chaos and screaming echoing through the living room. The heat of Dokyeom’s chest sinks through the back of your hoodie, strong plains of muscle shaking as he laughs with the group. When Seungkwan and Soonyoung face each other in a rematch you tempt Dokyeom upstairs, kissing behind his ear before leaning back and giving him the “look.”

The “I-want-your-dick-in-my-mouth” look.

Of which he very is familiar.

Dokyeom lurches forward, eager to appease, forgetting you're still in his lap until your weight knocks him back down. Shaking your head you stand and pull him up behind you, moving towards the stairs uninterrupted as Seungkwan and Soonyoung threaten each other's life and limb behind you.

Tacky wood shiplap digs into your spine uncomfortable as Dokyeom crowds you against the wall. His lips ghost along your jaw, hands on either side of your head to prevent him from crushing you. You don’t have the same concern, pulling him closer with the fabric of his sweater. The door to his room is a few feet to your left but the idea of separating for even a second to make it inside is pure agony.

“What does the winner want for her prize?” he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Depends.” You sigh, grinding against the bulge of his thigh.

“On?”

“If my prize is separate from what I get for driving up here.”

Dokyeom nips your chin, dodging your attempt to connect your mouths.

“Depends on what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I’m gonna do that anyway.”

“I wasn’t done yet.”

He stays silent, teeth bruising the sliver of shoulder peeking out under your collar.

“I want you to fuck me,” cut of with a hiss at his vigor, “and I want to film it.”

Backing out of your neck, Dokyeom blinks at you, mouth wide.

Peeking at him through your eyelashes, you wait for Dokyeom’s brain to restart. His mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. Not a rejection or an agreement. Just surprise.

A heaviness curls in your gut. You thought he’d like the idea, especially from his reaction to the pictures you sent last night. And the videos he’s sent over the months you’ve been hooking up. Videos of him jacking off, cumming on his own stomach, your name on his lips. But maybe you assumed too much.

“Ifyoudon’twanttowedon—”

But a scream interrupts your rant as he lifts you by your thighs, ankles locking around the top of his butt and arms tangling around his neck like a koala. You hold on for dear life as he carries you down the hallway.

Palming your ass harshly with one hand, the other scrambles to open the door as he licks up your neck. The door rattles on its hinges as he kicks it shut but the blood rushing through your ears muffles it.

“Yes, yes. Holy shit, yes.” He’s whining into your ear, hips rutting into your core as he lands unceremoniously on the bed, crushing you underneath him.

You’re shocked for a second, woefully unprepared for his enthusiasm. But another harsh rush against you, coupled with his hands pawing up your shirt to palm your chest makes you bold.

Two things you know to be true about Dokyeom:

First, he has a ragging praise kink. If you tell him he’s a good boy, he can come almost untouched.

Second, he loves the sight of his cum streaking across your body.

He was right to say he’ll enjoy this as much as you will.

“Yeah? Wanna come on my face?”

Another pathetic whine against your neck as he keeps curling his clothed cock against you. All of his weight settles between your hips as drives you to madness.

“Then go lock the door.”

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a/n: first time doing dealer ellie??? pls leave opinions or I'II overthink this also I'm so sorry but I cannot write stone dom for ellie, she's my soft dom :((

Small imagery/ headcannons, on how you met Ellie, how you ignored her at first for being known as a playgirl, and how you ended up together

Dealer Ellie who's actually just a loser lesbian with too much love and money to spend

The party you got dragged to was definitely one of the best you'd attended. The drinks hit you in just the right way, warming your throat but chilling your stomach. The weed felt better to intake, knowing it was cheap since the host paid for most of it. The vibrations of the music filled your body, making the night feel dreamy. You took it light, enjoying every second that was being offered. As the night grew, so did the amount of people. You enjoyed watching who came in, the way they carried themselves and what it said about them. Losing yourself in the music, you turned and opened your eyes to be met with a pair staring right at you. Her stare pierced you in a way you hadn't felt before. You just had to know who she was.

You held eye contact, wondering if it'd be smart to join the auburn headed girl at the spot she stood in. While you overthought the option, you saw her head motion along with her eyes to go her way. Who could deny such a beauty?

As you walked up to her, a smirk grew on her face, seemingly proud of being able to reel you in. You carried your drink in your hand, mixing it around. Finally, at a good enough distance, you heard the first sounds of her rather sweet, raspy voice. "Hey, baby," She said with the pet name rolling off her tongue seductively. Her voice was enough to entice you, even if you typically despised such upfront people.

Not knowing what to address her as, you asked. "Got a name, babe?" returning the petname. You stared at her in interest: She felt like a different approach than others. The way her eyes scanned up from your thighs to your chest to your face was hard to ignore, making you flush some. "Ellie." She bit her lip unconsciously after, god, her lips looked so perfectly plump.

You hummed at her response; it was a pretty name that suited her face. You were admiring her features, from the exposed tattoo on her right arm to the risky amount of unbuttoned buttons on her shirt to the freckles that stained her face. Ellie's following words made you lose your train of thought. "'m not gonna waste your time, you're pretty, babe." She gave you a tilted grin, watching you in amusement. As you processed her words, only a smile was able to make its way on your face. She continued, "I'd like to take you outta here, somewhere nice, got some joints in m' car."

Her boldness was attractive. How could anyone say no to such a pretty face? The temptation to go with her outweighed the screaming that told you to stay. "Interested?" She kept her eyes on you, trying to read your body language anything that'd give a response. You opened your mouth to speak, ready to agree to her alluring personality, but you felt a yank on your arm.

Your friend was pulling you outside, raising her voice at you, warning you about the type of girl Ellie was. Apparently, she was one, a play girl and two, a druge dealer, but that one wasn't as bad, right? She was just too good to be true, huh? You never would' ve continued talking to her if you knew she was just talking to you for a quick fuck.

Despite being a little hesitant to attend parties in case you met Ellie again, you still went. Your friends gave you the whole talk of this and that and to be careful, yet some part of you wanted to run into Ellie again, just once more. She was a reoccurring thought throughout the week up till Friday, the next party that'd been going around. You'd gotten extra dolled up, just in case you told yourself. You wouldn't let yourself fall for her, You'd dress up this nice either way, right? The night was danced away, waiting for a glimpse of auburn hair. With no sign of Ellie, the flow of the music lead you to another girl, dancing with her hands roaming your body freely. You turned your head to face the girl, but it wasn't her that shocked you. It was a familiar face staring right past her shoulder.

The eyes that looked right at you began to sting your skin, it somehow felt like she was shaming you in the most filithiest way. Your body grew warm under her stare as you disconnected yourself from the girl you danced with, heading to the restroom.

Just behind you, a voice spoke before you entered the bathroom. "Where you going, pretty girl?" The name struck you, keeping you in place, not turning back. Feeling doubtful of your control to not interact with her, you quickly escaped into the restroom. She wouldn't wait, right? You scrolled through your timelines, looking through everyone's page, killing time. The line was drawn at eight minutes when you finally got the courage to come out.

The coast looked clear when you opened the door, not seeing anyone from your view; but as you made your way to the end of the hallway, someone tugged your arm back behind the wall. "What the fuck," You said angrily, pausing when you were met with Ellie. You scoffed at her. "Already said I'm not interested." You maintained eye contact, not letting your guard down. "Really?" She tilted her head. "Don't remember you saying that." She gave you a smile with her full lips tinted pink.

She had a point; you never said or thought it, but you couldn't do this fling typa thing. You shook your head at her. "I'm not gonna do this thing with you." She could sense your doubtfullness, so she pulled away a little, giving you the tiniest bit of space. "The rumors aren't true." You considered her words, were they the truth? Her eyes had looked so soft, pulling you into her words. You felt her warmth on your face as she leaned in. "I can treat you good, baby. Give me a chance," She spoke softly next to your ear. You bit your lip, trying to conceal the butterflies her words gave.

Ellie took a note and placed it in your palm, closing it. Before leaving, she examined every inch of your body, where it curved with your clothing to the curls that laid on your head, She smiled to herself, more genuine. "Just in case," She gestered to your hand and left you standing in the hallway. Her phone number was the only thing she left behind, along with a piece of your interest.

Over the weekend, you pondered texting her at all. lf you texted her, what would you even say? Despite the questioning eventually curiosity got the best of you, and a text with, "Hey :)" was all that you saw in the new started chat. It wasn't long before you got a reply. Throughout the week, you continuously texted each other. She wasn't as bad as she seemed. She was cocky but caring and less intimidating; she was just a tough acting dealer with dorky interests. You soon learned her boldness with flirting was a fluke, and she was actually such an easily flustered person. It was sweet to see how gentle she treated you compared to the coldness she showed others.

You ordered a tea, waiting for Ellie to show up to your planned brunch date. It'd been two weeks, and the shared calls and hangouts had successfully won your heart. You had a slight feeling Ellie had something planned, but weren't sure what. You took multiple glances at the window, looking for her recognizable hairdo.

Ellie made it to your table before your drink could, so when the waiter arrived, he jotted down both your orders and left. Ellie looked put together as if she'd spent time overthinking what to wear. It was supposed to be casual, so you'd just put on a favorite outfit of yours. As you examined Ellie, she examined you. "You look pretty." She said in a soft tone of admiration. The compliment brought blood to rush through your cheeks. "You look good too, Ellie." You gave her a soft smile.

When the food came, the time was spent on eating, having conversations on random topics, and slight flirting. You loved the way she made you feel heavenly. You were floating in the sky when she looked at you the way she did. When brunch was done, you asked the waiter for the bill. As you pulled out your card, Ellie gave you the most concerned look. "Uhhmm...what're you doing?" Her tone sounding confused. You gave her an awkward stare. "Uh, I'm paying?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. All that came out from Ellie was a "No." She shook her head. "You're not." She continued. "When I said I could treat you good, I meant it, babe."

She didn't stop staring at you weirdly till you put away your card. You guessed dealers did make good money. After brunch, Ellie took you to a nearby park, sitting you down on a bench. Once both of you were comfortable, she cleared her throat. "I, uhm, I don't usually do these typa things." Instead of looking at you, she was now fiddling with rings on her finger. You just stared at her, unconsciously tilting your head, wondering what she'd say. "I've really enjoyed our time together and wanted to make it more of an official thing." She looked up to face you. "I really like you." Your heart could burst at any moment.

"I really like you too, Ellie," you grabbed her hand to add further conformation to your statement. You swear her eyes lit up a shade. You both basked in the newfound warmth in each other until Ellie gasped. "Oh, here." She clumsily looked through her pockets to pull out a box. "I, uh" She opened the box. "Got us matching jewelry." The box held a necklace and a ring. They were complimented each other so beautifully. The necklace saying E. Williams with a heart on the bottom that marked the date. The ring said the same with your initial and last name with the date on the inside. Your eyes scanned them so carefully as if even looking at then would break it.

"They're beautiful Ellie." You stared at her and the jewelry in awe. "Here, let me help you." You turned and picked up your hair to help her put it on. Her fingers grazed your neck so carefully, it filled you with sparks. When you turned back around, Ellie was looking at it in such amazement. "Your turn." You grabbed the ring from the box carefully and placed it on Ellie's right middle finger. Her hands looked so pretty decorated in rings, especially the one that marked your beginning.

You grabbed Ellie's hand and fiddled with her ring as the sappy moment died down. "And what would you have done if I said no?" You pressed circles on the back of her hand as she rested her head on yours. "What would you have done with the jewelry?" Ellie chuckled and moved up to face you. "I wouldn't have given up on you that easy, loser." You playfully smacked Ellie's thigh. "Really?" Your tone sounding accusing. "Mhmmm," She hummed, smiling. You leaned into Ellie, kissing her lips. That day was a day for every new beginning.

With the rest of the day you spent together, you learned that she had had a dumb crush on you for awhile. Ellie had seen you walking around campus and at so many parties and decided to shoot her shot. She said she feared you wouldn't be into her or whether you preferred masc presenting girls, or if you even liked girls. You also learned that it was a rumor, she never slept with the girls; she never received from them, just gave, or only hung out since they "wanted to know if they were into girls." She'd stopped for awhile though, once she realized her crush on you. She was such a mess, but your mess.

#ellie williams #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #ellie x reader #elliesstar #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #shes so soft dom #u cannot tell me otherwise #soft dom ellie for life

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feels good. part 1

pairing. dealer college student! ellie williams x f! reader.

an. lol attempting to write a lil dealer!ellie fic. aLsO there is no smut in this part sorryyy

synopsis. dina convinces ellie to go to Jesse's frat party, and somehow finds herself smoking with a girl in the back of her truck. (this is purely reader and ellie getting high and then fucking). warnings. 18+. mentions of drugs (nicotine and weed) and alcohol, ellie and reader smoke together, making out, sexual tension and suggestions?

Ellie had been planning out her Friday night all day. She had spent the entire week studying her ass off for exams, working at the coffee shop after classes and managing her side hustle; she was ready for a break. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before bursting through the front door of her shared apartment with a loud sigh of relief.

Her back slumped due to the excessive amount of biology textbooks weighing down her backpack. After finally shrugging it off her shoulders to her wooden floors, she crashed onto the couch with a groan. Her feet ached from standing on them all afternoon, making coffee for buzzing students– who definitely did not need that extra shot of espresso. She kicked off her black converse, sending them flying in different directions, finally settling her feet onto the coffee table in front of her. She sank into the plush cream couch pillows, closing her eyes and letting out another sigh. “Honey I’m home!” She announced to her roommate blow drying her damp hair, and blasting Elephant by Tame Impala in the bathroom.

Dina swung open the door and revealed her dark locks blowing wildly from the dryer. Ellie could barely hear her over the loud sound of blasting air, but she managed to get a “welcome home dearest!” She thought she heard Dina say something else after retreating back to the bathroom, but the words were drowned out by the noise. Ellie shrugged it off, finally getting the chance to close her eyes. However, the moment of peace did not last long.

“Ellie! What are you doing? You can’t sleep!” Dina jumps onto the end of the couch, shaking Ellie’s legs awake. Ellie’s eyebrows furrow and she groans in response. For fucks sake, she thinks to herself.

“Why, so loud! The hell are you talking about, it’s nap time.” Ellie mumbles curling into a ball. Rolling her eyes, Dina lays her chin and arms on Ellie’s hips.

“Ellie we have to leave for Jesse’s party in like an hour, did you forget?” Ellie stays silent for a moment, humming while searching for the lost memory of when she agreed to this shindig. Then she grumbles, cursing her past self for getting into this predicament.

“Shit, yeah I did forget…” Ellie runs a hand down her face. “I don’t know D, I’m fucking exhausted.” Turning around and lifting her chin up to Dina who has moved to retrieve a hairbrush. “I had class from 9 to 3:45, and worked at Java till–” she looks at her watch– “20 minutes ago.” She throws her head back down to the seat cushions.

“I– yeah that’s a lot… I know this week has been brutal for you.” Dina pauses, “You don’t have to go, I just know Jesse was looking forward to seeing us both.” Dina looks down at her brush picking out the hair while leaning against the door frame.

Ellie scoffs at this. “You know I love Jesse, but he just wants me to go and be his plug for the night.” She begins to sit up, leaning her forearms onto her knees.

Dina shrugs her shoulders and purses her lips, “Mmm, yes he did want you to sell at this party, but he also wanted to hangout! Y’know we’re his only friends outside of the frat.” Turning back around to the bathroom to start applying makeup. “Okay, how about this!” She bops her head back out, “It’s 8:30, you can take a nap and I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes. See how you’re feeling, then decide– Deal?”

Ellie ponders the offer, she does believe in the power of, well, a power nap. And a redbull.

“Deal.”

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Ellie pulls up the road to the infamous house of Sigma Omicron Pi (ΣΟΠ). Different colored lights flooded from every window, a sea of drunk UCSC students painted the massive front lawn. The bass of Knock Knock by Mac Miller pouring out of the house’s speakers. She pulls her 1997 Land Cruiser into park a few feet away from the mess. The homes in the neighborhood were separated by at least 50 ft— making the perfect spot for a frat house.

She takes a swig of her half finished red bull, before turning off the engine. Looking to the passenger seat, she watches Dina apply more blush, concealer and whatever that last sparkly thing in a tube was. “D, you look fine. I don’t know why you bother.”

Dina rolls her eyes in response jokingly. “Not everyone can be a chapstick lesbian with perfect skin and lashes like you, Els.”

Ellie scoffs, “Shut up, you look good without makeup. That’s why I don’t think you need it.” She gets out of the car to grab a few dime bags and pre-rolls to shove into her black herschel shoulder bag.

Dina finishes applying some lip gloss and closing the visor mirror. “Yeah I know, but sexy eyeliner and glitter makes me feel good.” She flashes Ellie a grin and wink before opening the car door. “Now let’s go! We’re late, and I’m too sober for this shit!”

Ellie barks a laugh while locking up her car, before following her towards the massive house.

The two were greeted by red solo cups littering the grass, creating a trail to the porch. They walked past a group of frat boys in the middle of an intense game of pong. Opening the green wooden door, the sheer volume of the music blasted Ellie in the face. The loud sounds shook her chest, the deep bass sending a vibration through her ears down to her ribcage. She could barely hear Dina say to keep an out for Jesse, even though they were only inches apart. The hallway leading to the living room was filled with more people, the two girls having to squeeze past them in zigzags.

Eventually they made it to the massive living room, a dance party occurring in the middle of the floor. There had to be around 50 people in this room alone. It was either sweaty bodies grinding against one another, the excessive amount of liquor in the jungle juice causing them to move loosely, or it was a group of people laughing and shoving one another into the dance circle.

Whatever it was, Ellie didn’t want any part of it. She continued to follow Dina into the kitchen— where they finally spotted Jesse.

She watched as Dina ran up to him, ending whatever conversation he was in the middle of. She kissed him in a rush, then pulled away leaving him beaming.

“Baby, you made it! I was wondering where you were.” Jesse smiles, while holding her close.

“Sorry, I know I know. Ellie needed an extra 15 minutes for her power nap.” Dina giggles, nodding her head in my direction.

He looks up to find Ellie leaning against the counter. “It’s good to see you Els, glad you could make it.” He steps away from Dina to pull Ellie into a hug.

“Yeah man, wouldn’t miss it.” She chuckles, letting go of his hand to adjust the strap of her bag. He eyes her movements, then remembers why he invited her.

“Did you uh, did you bring anything to sell by chance?” He dips his chin low and brings his face closer for Ellie to hear better over the loud music and conversations.

She nods, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. “Got a few dime bags and pre-rolls in here, got extra in the car too if ya need ‘em.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Sweet, there’s a group outside in the back and then in a room upstairs that were looking to buy. Sure you won’t run out any time soon.” He gives her another nod while slinging an arm around Dina. “Anyway, I was about to grab another drink— shall we?” He motions towards the open back door.

“Let’s go! I need a seltzer, asap.” Dina squeals while walking through the crowd of people.

The fresh air felt good against Ellie’s face. Even though they hadn’t been inside the house long, it set her body into a heat wave underneath her hoodie and black jeans. Jesse had grabbed Dina and him a new drink, then led Ellie to a group of people smoking cigarettes and sitting along the white fence.

“Yo Jesse, what’s good!” One of the boys leans off the ledge to greet him.

“Hey Josh, this is Ellie. She’s selling right now, if you’re still looking to buy.”

Josh looks over at Ellie with a goofy grin. He takes a drag before handing it to a girl on his left. “Yeah man! What’chu got?” His breath was hot, filled with the scent of tobacco and Mezcal.

“Wedding Cake and Blue dream in dime bags, and a few hybrid pre-rolls.” Ellie removes her hands from her pockets to open her crossbody bag. She lets the group look at a few samples.

“Shit, that sounds great. How much for the Wedding Cake and a joint?” The boy asks, while analyzing the work of her pre-rolls.

“Bags $15 and joints $5.”

“Sold.”

And just like that, Ellie went throughout the first two hours dealing left and right. Somehow, she found herself a cigarette and two beers in, with only a joint left in her bag. She had lost Dina and Jesse to the backyard after a game of rage cage at some point. Party games weren’t really her thing, she typically likes to be a fly on the wall— find a space to chill and smoke for a little bit, before Dina was ready to go home.

Which is exactly what Ellie planned to do.

The inside of the house was too loud, and the backyard was packed— as a frat party should be. Ellie didn’t know anyone else besides Dina and Jesse here, and she wasn’t really in the mood to mingle. As her Red Bull began to wear off, she remembered the front porch. She recalled it had a swing, and by this point most people had fled to the inside where there was dancing and more alcohol.

She opened the front door, the cool night air greeting her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in, the smell of mixed smoke and cedar filled her nose. And when she exhaled, the door closed, and the obnoxious noise of house music faded— just a little.

However, her moment of peace was startled by the squeak of the porch swing. She jumped and stumbled slightly as she looked to her left; there sat a girl she hadn’t seen before— and Ellie would’ve remembered if she saw her, because she was stunning.

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You bore a cider in hand, leaning back into the wooden swing with a puzzled look on your face.

Shit… she’s pretty, Ellie thought to herself.

Your hair poured over your bare shoulders, keeping you warm from the brisk air. You sat crossed legged, in worn-out denim jeans and a loose olive green tank top.

Ellie’s hazy eyes trailed the goosebumps that arose on your tanned arms, all the way to your chest. You were braless, hard nipples poking through the thin cotton of your tank top.

“Anyone ever tell you that staring is rude?” You spoke. Self consciously you drew your knees up to your chest and took another swig from your cider.

Ellie lifted her gaze immediately and locked eyes with you, her cheeks burned crimson from embarrassment. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, “Sorry, didn’t realize someone was already out here, uh I’ll just–” Ellie mumbled the last bit of her words, ready to turn on her heels and kick herself once she was back inside for the obvious ogling. You just chuckled in response.

“I’m messing with you– sort of. What’s your name?” A playful smile began to appear on your lips, they were the color of rose. Ellie made a mental note of how soft they looked pressed against the lip of your bottle. All Ellie could think was how she wishes they were pressed against–

“It’s uh… Ellie! It’s Ellie…” Jesus fucking christ did I seriously almost forget my own name?

You couldn’t help but giggle at her nervousness. “Well, uh Ellie, I’m Y/N. Wanna join me?” You patted the spot next to you on the wooden swing, and Ellie’s heart fluttered.

“Sure.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to act nonchalant, despite the the intense pounding in her chest and twisted feeling in her stomach.

You shifted slightly in attempt to make more room for the blushing girl. She plopped softly onto the bench next to you, trying to make herself small. She still managed to brush your arm with her own. The short contact made you shiver.

“So, what brings you here? To the party I mean— pretty obvious you came outside to escape the mess in there.” You took another swig.

You watched as she turned her head away from you, and then it was your turn to stare. Ellie looked forward, showing off her delicate side profile, but strong jawline. Her lashes were long, and freckles painted her cheeks and nose like a map. You could see the gears turning in her head, she was debating something before looking back at you. You were mesmerized, her green eyes were the color of sunlight filtering through trees.

“I know Jesse, he’s a guy from the frat—” Ellie paused to swing her bag into her lap to pull out a plastic one, “—he asked me to deal for the party.” She unzipped the baggy and fished for the preroll. “You smoke?” A small smile appeared on her lips when you nodded your head ‘yes’.

“ah gotcha, plug for the evening. were you just selling joints?”

“Nope, dime bags too. Everything went pretty quick thankfully.” She patted her pockets looking for something. “Shit I forgot my lighter in the car.” She began to stand up when she noticed you shiver again as a breeze came through. “we could uh, smoke this in my car if you want? I have blankets in there too.” She rubbed the back of her neck, afraid that was too forward after you spoke for literally less than 2 minutes.

but it wasn’t too forward, in fact, you’d rather get as far away from this house as possible and be with this random girl you just met with short brown hair and a goofy grin.

“That sounds good to me, it’s cold as hell out here.” You couldn’t help but smile at one another.

“Sweet, I’m just down the road.” Ellie readjusts her bag and pops the joint behind her ear, watching you down the last bit of your cider.

You finally leave the trash covered lawn and spot a large car in the distance. “What kind of car you drive?” You ask crossing your arms to bite the cold.

Ellie chuckles. “It’s a land cruiser, I don’t know if you know it— they’re not the coolest car.”

“What? Of course I know it! That used to be my dream car next to a 4Runner!” You beam, getting more excited the closer you approach the green SUV.

“Seriously? Can’t believe I met the only girl at this party who knows about these things.” At this point, Ellie’s stomach is doing flips and you were the ring master.

You whistle when you pull up, impressed by the state of the car, despite it being an old model. “You must take good care of it, she looks good. what is it— 95’?”

Ellie blinks at you in aw while unlocking the car— “97’.” Did she just win the lottery?

“Hot.” You smirk while getting into the passenger seat. Even though it was joke, it made Ellie’s legs buckle.

You slide onto the soft leather of the seat. Looking around, you know this girl is a lesbian. The console had been replaced by something more modern, and when Ellie turned the car on, it hummed to life making it softly fade into interchanging rainbow colors. In addition to the gay radio, a tash sultana cd laid in the cup holders, next to a mug with boobs on it.

“God it’s gay in here.” You laughed, bringing a knee up onto the seat.

Ellie rolled her eyes, “well it’s probably because I’m gay.”

Ellie’s phone reconnected to the Bluetooth, and she quickly found a playlist. Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood began to play by she turned the volume.

“Wow really, I couldn’t tell.” You smirked earning a raised eyebrow from the brunette who was already lighting the joint.

She took a few puffs, breathing in, and slowly breathing out before handing it off to you. “takes one to know one…” She spoke, more as a question than a statement.

You took the joint between your fingers, brushing hers in the process. It sent tingles all the way up your arm. You brought it up to your lips to repeat her actions. A few drags in, letting the smoke slowly slip past your lips. “this is true.” You chuckled looking over at her.

Ellie’s eyes followed your every move, the way your fingers delicately held onto the joint, and the way your lips looked wrapped around the filter. There it was again, that thought about how your lips would look really good on-

“Earth to Ellie?” You waved your free hand to signal her back to reality. She locked eyes with you again. Even though it was dark, you could see a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks in the dim red lighting from her radio.

“Oh sorry, thanks.” Another long drag. “So how did you end up at the party?” She ques, taking one more hit before handing it off to you.

The joint was shorter, and you brushed fingers again. You liked how rough the pads of her fingers were. Now it was your time to blush, nearly dropping the joint in the process. You took a moment after your hit to think about your answer.

“Well, a girl invited me, and then I found her making out with someone else.” You blew out the smoke almost releasing your frustrations from earlier. “a guy from the frat, actually.”

Ellie winced at your response. “Damn, that’s rough I’m sorry.” A wave of emotions went through her, anger— because how could someone stand you up? But also relief— knowing that you weren’t going home with anyone gave her hope. “Bummer you didn’t get to make out with anyone, a real shame.” She joked, the weed making the two of you laugh.

“Truly! I mean the whole point of coming out here was to get laid.”

You both chuckled. You felt all ooey gooey from your chest down to your stomach. The effects of the joint, and the bass from the car, made your body melt into the seat cushions. You closed your eyes and hummed into satisfaction.

But Ellie, Ellie was more tense than ever. She watched as one of your legs came up onto the seat to make yourself more comfortable, your knee reaching outward onto the middle console closer to Ellie’s own leg. The other one casually spread out against the door. You looked so damn hot like that, and her thoughts began to drift.

She wondered what it would be like to softly rub the inside of your thigh. To lean over and leave a trail of kisses along your neck and jaw. What kind of noises you’d make if she could have her way with you in that passenger seat.

And when you opened your eyes, they locked with Ellie’s— a dark shade of moss and pine. Your eyes felt heavy, but you couldn’t seem to look away. But Ellie’s eyes began to travel, all over your body. Your face began to heat up, you wanted to know what she was thinking about, but you had a good idea. You could feel the way her eyes undressed you, and it made the feeling in your stomach even hotter, now pooling into your underwear.

You noticed the joint was coming to an end, and you had a thought. You reached over for her hand, which caused her to shake from her perverted thoughts.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was holding onto—“

You didn’t let her finish before you brought the short joint, still stuck between her worn fingers, to your soft lips. They were pressed gently against her pointer and middle finger. Her breath hitched, and she looked at you with pure admiration. She licked her lips before bringing her bottom one between her teeth, and letting her thumb rest against your jaw, softly stroking your cheek.

You pulled away a few seconds before gently pulling on her arm again, this time you leaned in as well. Your eyes were still heavy, but you were able to make contact with hers one more time before glancing down to her rosey lips. Your faces only inches apart.

“What are you—“ she began to question before you cupped her left cheek and brought your lips to hers. It was the slowest and softest touch, your lips felt light.

Despite Ellie’s high and sex driven brain, she could register what was happening, you were trying to shotgun. She lifted her other hand to hold the place between your neck and jaw, and gently sucked the smoke when you blew it into her mouth.

You pulled away to try and catch your breath. Your nose brushed hers as you pulled back slightly to watch Ellie exhale, but her hand never left your neck. It all felt like a dream, the way the smoke slipped past her lips as she tilted her head back slightly so it went up and not in your face. The sight of her left another warm wave between your legs. You could still feel her lips on your own, the tingling feeling dancing on your bottom lip. You wanted more. And she did too.

She didn’t hesitate to put the rest of the joint out and discard it in her ashtray before bringing her face back to yours. She brushed her nose against your own letting you know how close she was.

“Still thinking about how I never got the chance to make out with anyone.” You mumbled into her, causing her to chuckle.

“Y’know I think we can change that.” She smiles before drifting her lips to the side of your cheek, pressing a soft kiss, and dragging them to your jaw and neck. You tilt your head to the side to offer more access, softly humming in response.

“And if your whole plan was to come out here and get laid, we could make that happen too.”

You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. She knew what she was doing, saying that in her sexiest voice. Letting her hand slowly slide up even further into your inner thigh, softly squeezing it. So close to where you need her the most.

“Fuck Ellie get in the back, now.”

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burningexeter · 2 months

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The Wildwood Universe

What is it —

A headcanon shared universe of all these different kinds of media from all genres that take place in the same universe. Different places, different times and most of all, different tones.

• Wildwood (2025)

• The Night Gardener (LAIKA)

• Oz (HBO)

• The Wire

• Breaking Bad

— Better Call Saul

— El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie

• Sons Of Anarchy

— Mayans MC

• The West Wing

• The X Files (the first nine seasons)

— Millennium

— The Lone Gunmen

— Fight The Future

• Buffy The Vampire Slayer

— Angel

• Seinfeld

• Malcolm In The Middle

• Arrested Development (the first three seasons)

• Drake & Josh

— Drake & Josh Go Hollywood

— Merry Christmas, Drake & Josh

• Freaks & Geeks

• Undeclared

• My So-Called Life

• Dawson's Creek

• Party Of Five

• Skins (U.K.)

• Shameless (U.S.)

• Black Books

• The Office (U.S.)

• Parks and Recreation

• Modern Family

• Weeds (the first three or six seasons)

• Orange Is The New Black

• The Venture Bros.

— Radiant Is The Blood Of The Baboon Heart

• LOST

• Heroes

• Fringe

• Pushing Daisies

• Hannibal (NBC)

• Todd McFarlane's Spawn Trilogy (HBO)

• Baccano! (English Dub)

• Hellsing Ultimate (English Dub)

— The Dawn (English Dub)

• Black Lagoon (English Dub)

• Monster (English Dub)

• Death Note (English Dub)

• Durarara!! (English Dub)

— Durarara!! x2 (English Dub)

• Attack On Titan (English Dub)

• A Certain Magical Index (English Dub)

— A Certain Scientific Railgun (English Dub)

— A Certain Scientific Accelerator (English Dub)

— The Miracle Of Endymon (English Dub)

• Chuck (NBC)

• Brooklyn Nine-Nine

• NYPD Blue

• 24

— Live Another Day

• Prison Break (the first two seasons)

• Twin Peaks (Original Series)

— Fire Walk With Me

— The Return

• Tales From The Crypt (HBO)

— The first five episodes of Season 1

— Cutting Cards, The Thing From The Grave, The Sacrifice, For Cryin' Out Loud, Four-Sided Triangle, Judy, You're Not Yourself Today, Fitting Punishment, Lower Berth, Mute Witness To Murder & Television Terror

— Abra Cadaver, Top Billing, Easel Kill Ya, Undertaking Palor, Deadline & Yellow

— None But The Lonely Heart, On A Deadman's Chest, Beauty Rest, What's Cookin', The New Arrival, Showdown, King Of The Road, Maniac At Large, Split Personality & Strung Along

— Forever Ambergris, People Who Live In Brass Hearses, Two For The Show, Well Cooked Hams, Came The Dawn & Half-Way Horrible

— Only Skin Deep, The Bribe, The Assassin, Staired In Horror, Surprise Party & You, Murderer

— Fatal Caper, Escape, Horror In The Night, Cold War, The Kidnapper, Report From The Grave & Confession

• Thief (1981)

• Heat (1995)

• Reservoir Dogs

• True Romance

• Natural Born Killers

• Pulp Fiction

• Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2

• Inglourious Basterds

• Django Unchained

• The Hateful Eight

• From Dusk Till Dawn

• Trick r Treat

• Krampus

• Doctor Who (1963 - 2017)

— Doctor Who: The Movie (1996)

— Torchwood

— The Sarah Jane Adventures

— Class (2016)

• Good Omens (Amazon Prime)

• Friday The 13th (1980) & A Nightmare On Elm Street (1984)

— Part 2

— Part 3

— The Final Chapter

— Jason Lives

— The New Blood

— Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday

— Freddy's Revenge

— Dream Warriors

— The Dream Master

— The Dream Child

— Freddy Vs. Jason

• The Evil Dead Trilogy

— Ash Vs. Evil Dead

• The People Under The Stairs

• Nightbooks (2021)

• Dog Soldiers

• Big Trouble In Little China

• Overlord (2018)

• Scream Queens

• Nip/Tuck

• Remedy Connected Universe

— Alan Wake

— Alan Wake II

— Control

• Borderlands (2009)

— Borderlands 2

— Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel

— Tales From The Borderlands

— Borderlands 3

— New Tales From The Borderlands

— Tiny Tina's Wonderlands

• Silent Hill (1999)

— Silent Hill 2

— Silent Hill 3

— Silent Hill 4: The Room

• Misfits

• Veronica Mars (Original Series)

— Veronica Mars (2014)

— Veronica Mars (Hulu)

• Bones

• Castle

• Attack The Block (2011)

• E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial

• Family Matters

• The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

• Martin

• The Bernie Mac Show

• Pair Of Kings

• Beverly Hills Cop

— Beverly Hills Cop II

— Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F

• Rush Hour

— Rush Hour 2

• Friday (1995)

— Next Friday

— Friday After Next

• The 'Burbs

• Heathers

• Hot Fuzz

• Dead Like Me

• Wonderfalls

• Death Becomes Her

• Nope (2022)

• Close Encounters Of The Third Kind

• The Secret Of NIMH (1982)

• Contact (1997)

• Flatliners (1990)

• Rango (2011)

• The Spiderwick Chronicles (2008)

• The Mummy (1999)

— The Mummy Returns

• The Jungle Book (1994)

• The Invisible Man (2020)

• Wolf Man (2025)

• Ginger Snaps

— Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed

• Let Me In (2010)

• Erma (Webcomic Series)

• Keeper Of The Lost Cities (Animated Series)

• MirrorMasks

• Gargoyles (Reboot)

• Huntik (Reboot)

• W.I.T.C.H. (Reboot)

• Walking Dead: The Animation

• The Dark Harvest (Animated Series)

• Knightriders (1981)

• Bioshock

— Bioshock 2

— Bioshock Infinite

• Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019)

— Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

• John Wick

— John Wick: Chapter 2

— John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum

— John Wick: Chapter 4

• Atomic Blonde

• Nobody (2021)

• Shaolin Soccer

• The Adventures Of Tintin (2011)

• Titanfall 2

• Snatch (2000)

And that is literally not even all of it.

It will continue, just give me some more time.

#wildwood #the wildwood chronicles #colin meloy #laika #stop motion #shared universe #genres

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hotluncheddie · 8 months

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breakfast.

ok, i've decided my late night freak shit needs its own dedicated post, so here we go! i put on my big boy pants and wrote a real stuffing scene!!

wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van) | Ao3.

based off this anon and subsequent tags by @scoops-aboy86 <3

condensed ver: when the older kids meet up to hang out, during college, eddie stuffs himself with beer and food and weed (perfect, normal for him). steve notices and steve likes it, so he brings eddie breakfast in his car the morning after. read here a little eddie background and the subsequent morning after.

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he figured it out once he got to college and had access to his all you can eat pass for the food hall. in addition to becoming know to always having weed, could usually sell you a little, has the good stuff. that got him invited to parties, hang-outs with other stoners, who just wanted to repay his hospitality, usually with beer, and food. who was eddie to say no? and he just didn't think much about it, how much he liked drinking and smoking and eating till he couldn't move. he just knew he did. so he did it, every weekend, every friday night. sometimes on a wednesday. sometimes he didn't drink, just smoked and ate, sometimes he didn't drink or smoke. some nights, alone in his dorm room. eddie just fucking ate.

so when he heard the plan to hang out, just the older kids, all back in hawkins for break, he knew it could be a normal night for him, giving in and eating like a pig (that word makes him blush, his dirty little secret). and then he was a little disappointed that no one said anything, about him, how he looked now, the rate at which he was chugging beers and pounding burgers. a comment might've been a little embarrassing. he might've want it to be, he thinks he might like that.

he thinks he sees steve staring. noticing when eddies beer was empty, or when he'd finishes another container of food. offering the rest of his, the last of the fries, whatever was left. cracking him a fresh can unprompted. eddie noticed steve notice those things. and eddie fucking loved it. loves the feeling of letting go and loosing control in front of everyone, in front of steve. likes the now familiar feeling of his full stomach weighing him down, making him slow and satiated, surrounded by good friends. its perfect.

but when he finally gets away for the night, sleepy and almost the perfect level of full, almost at capacity, finally letting his belly fully hang and release completely, gasping for breath. its almost enough, almost perfect, can almost feel himself growing, the way he loves. but it isn't quite right - even with the snack cakes he powers through, and the warm beer he finds buried amongst the blankets. even with his shirt rolling up every time he shifts and his jeans needing to come off because they were suffocatingly hot on his thighs. its still not quiet enough. still not what he dreams of. he wants someone here with him (doesn't let himself want for steve, (but sometimes he can't help it)). to help him finish and get him more, open his beers for him and rub his belly while he eats. or feed him because he's tired and can only summon the energy to chew.

to tell his how big he looks now, how much hes changed, looks different, looks fat.

instead he's alone, drunk and high and full and it feels good, feels nice to wrap the blanket around himself and fall asleep cradling his stomach, feels nice, his new normal. but it's not quite perfect. not quite enough.

the knocking on the van rouses eddie with a start, he groans and pulls the blanket over his head. hiccuping a few times and scratching his stomach, it's still bloated and warm on the sheets next to him, falling out if his t-shirt, tender.

the knocking comes again and he calls out something he thinks resembles words and hears whoever's outside laugh. its the pretty, perfect laugh that kept pulling his gaze last night. steve.

eddie sits with a grunt, a little dizzy and hungover, but not so bad, just, fuzzy. he opens the back door and squints against the light. grins up at steve standing there looking perfect and casual and, can he smell food?

'breakfast?' steve asks, holding up bags from the diner, handing eddie a bottle of water... eddie must still be asleep.

he opens the door wider, motioning steve in. he kneels and gulps down the water in one long go. arching his back and quenching his cotton mouth. likes how the water feels in his stomach, not the same as beer but its nice to get something in there.

'ahh!' eddie finishes, squashing the bottle and tossing it aside, one hand resting on the shelf of his stomach, prodding slightly. he's not hungry per say, but he's definitely not full anymore.

steve had shut the door and taken his shoes off, eddie likes that he's made himself comfortable. he sits cross legged against the opposite wall of the van. his mouth is open and his eyes are staring at eddie. they're staring at eddies stomach, but he's not saying anything.

eddie wants him to say something. he needs it.

but he wants steve to make the first move.

he pulls at his shirt, so it covers him as far and it will go, which isn't all the way, not after last night, and he doesn't say anything about it. instead. 'you said something about breakfast?'

steve jumps a little and starts opening the bags, spreading the containers out over the blankets. 'ye-yeah. i got a few different things, didn't know if you were and sweet or savoury breakfast guy. but i thought we could just share.' steve hands eddie the plastic utensils and some napkins, not looking at him directly, just fussing with the food.

a few is an understatement, this is a lot of food. sweet pancake stacks, eggs and sausage, hash browns and donuts, waffles with whipped cream and berries. and like, a lot of bacon.

eddie takes a piece, its crunchy and salty and so so good, his groans slightly and sits back down, getting comfortable. steve hands him a coffee and eddie dumps creamer and sugar in until it's perfect. he takes a sip and shudders.

'cheers' steve holds up his own coffee, black, like a freak, and eddie smiles at him, tapping their cups.

'thanks steve, this is like, the most perfect way to wake up.' eddie smiles, pulling one of the pancake stacks towards himself and dunking his bacon in the syrup.

steve ducks his head, smiling and moves some bits around, making himself a container with a little of everything. but it barely makes a dent in the overall spread. they both dig in.

they talk about school, about Wayne and dustin and how fun last night was. steve talks about robin and their classes, professors he likes, some he hates. eddie listens and asks more, so glad steve is learning something he loves.

all the while they talk eddie is steadily making his way through waffles and bacon and everything else that's in front of him. he chugs another water. makes sure, for the second time that steve has had his fill. he's sitting back against the wall again, his portion empty, just sipping his coffee. he had accepted an extra half of a pancake but other than that, the rest is for eddie.

and eddie was right, when he thought it was a lot of food. it is. and it all tastes amazing.

but he's slowing down, feels where his stomach rests warm between his crossed legs, knows his shirt is struggling again, has a couple syrup and ketchup stains on it. eddie palms at the side a little, smooths over the crest, pulls at his shirt just to feels it slip back up. fills his mouth again.

there's just a few bits left, some waffles and greasy sausage hash and a couple donuts. eddie sits back on his palms and closes his eyes, trying to take a deep breath but struggling around how his stomach has started to press on his lungs slightly. he's almost there, that perfect fullness. just a little uncomfortable, a little too much, perfect.

'scoot back' steve murmurs gently, now right by eddies side. eddie opens his eyes sleepily and looks up at steve, he's holding the remaining food all stacked together in one container, fork sticking out the top. eddie smiles dopily up at him.

eddie manages to sit back against the vans wall without jostling himself too much, puts his pillow behind his back to lean against. he takes a moment to readjust his belly, feeling where the skin is taught and firm and warm with food, lifting it to feel the weight, laying it back down gently in his lap.

his head lols to the side, looking at steve kneeling over him. his cheeks are pink and hes gripping the container of food like a lifeline. 'here' he rasps, handing it over to eddie and curling up right next to him, they're almost touching, steve's looking right at him.

'thanks' eddie says, groggy, biting into a donut, moaning a little and closing his eyes. he doesn't care anymore what steve thinks, he feels too good. so full.

'so which is it?' steve asks, tucking some of eddies hair behind his ear.

eddie looks at him, furrowing his eyebrows and swallowing down the rest of the donut he'd just shoved in there. 'what?'

'are you a sweet or savoury kind of breakfast guy?' and eddie snorts, laughing around a bite of bacon.

'i'm an anything kind of breakfast guy.' eddie says, moving the container to one hand so he can rub and press at his stomach again, make some room, release some pressure. he gets powdered sugar from the donut on his shirt, he sucks it off his fingers and resumes petting and playing with his belly. maybe he's still a little high because he doesn't give a shit that steve is seeing him like this.

he takes a big bite of waffle, then another and another, finishing it off. he chews and swallows. 'but i do love sweet things stevie.' he confesses, because he does. he's always had a sweet tooth, can't help finishing any night without a desert, no matter how much he's had.

'you like this.' steve says, almost to himself, almost like he didn't mean to. eddie looks at him, steve clamps his mouth shut.

'like what?' eddie probes, heart rate increasing. he tries to sit up a little straighter but the moment makes him wince, too stuffed. he closes his eyes and puts his hand back on the top of his belly, can almost feel his heartbeat though the stretched out skin.

a big, solid, warm hand covers his and eddie opens his eyes. steve is sitting on his knees, looking at their joined hands on his stomach. 'this.' he rasps. 'you like this, having this, eating like this.' and then Steve starts moving his hand, light sweeping circles over the top of eddies belly. and it feels so good, lights eddie up. no ones ever touched him like this, it's like all his fantasies come true.

'yeah, yes.' eddie gasps. 'like it, like all of it.' he moans as steve pressed slightly, testing the give. 'was waiting for someone to notice, say something last night. wanted you to notice.' eddie pants, babbling and a little delirious over how good it all feels.

'i noticed eddie, always notice you. i've, fuck, never been able to take my eyes of you. even in high school.' steve confesses, laughing a little, sounds delirious too. 'but this, you, you now. god eddie. you're something else.' and steve is looking at him, awed and smiling so sweet. eddie can't believe it, he must still be dreaming.

'kiss me?' eddie pleads, feeling overwhelmed and bursting with joy.

steve leans in, pressing their lips together for a sweet kiss, tangling their fingers together over the shelf of eddies stomach. he pulls back, brushing eddies bangs away form his eyes and cradling his cheek, his smile is perfect, it's everything.

steve comes back close and the next kiss is deeper, more desperate, eddie moans and steve licks over his lips, into his mouth, exploring. eddie kisses back, not able to move much but he squeezes their joined hands, sucking and biting and tasting all of steve that he can.

eddie wants to kiss steve forever but his breath runs out quicker than he would like. he pulls away panting and gulping as much air as he can. 'fuck, sorry, give me a minute.' eddie gets out.

steve is a little breathless too, stroking eddies cheek and laughing lightly. 'we can kiss as much as you want ed's.' steve kisses eddies hand. 'but not right now.' and eddie whips his head to look at him. steve smile is playful but his eyes are dark.

'why not?' eddie asks, a little whine in his voice that he would be embarrassed about if it weren't for how it makes steves smile grow even more.

'because.' steve stars, moving to kneel between eddies thighs, nudging them wider to get right up close to eddies stomach. 'you.' he picks up the container that eddie had dropped at his side, distracted by something much taster. 'need to finish your breakfast.' and steve plops the food down on the crest of his belly.

eddie gasps at the contact, the implication, the way the container isn't even that far off balancing on its own without support. he honest to god almost cums right there. too many late night fantasies coming true at once.

'fuck stevie.' he whines, picking up the fork and shoving the last of the hashbrown in his mouth, along with the last of the sausage, both a little cold but still salty and delicious.

'thats it.' steve soothes. 'i know you want to, know you can do it ed's.' and steve lifts up eddies shirt, unwrapping his belly fully, all its scarred, stretch-marked glory. 'i mean, fuck, you obviously can, look at you.' steve puts his big hands on either side of eddies wide stomach, pressing and rubbing and eddie's going to loose it.

he puts the last of the savoury bits in his mouth, just one waffle left, swimming in syrup. 'te-tell me.' eddie slurs, trying to chew and talk and breathe a the same time.

'tell you what baby?' steve ask and eddie honest to god whimpers, thinks he could cry, its all so much.

he puts the container close to his face, taking a few quick bites of waffle, chewing and swallowing and barely even tasting anything. 'tell me how, how i look stevie, tell me.' and he takes a few more bites, the waffle half gone. he picks it up, uncaring that is makes his hand all sticky, he wants the container gone, wants to see steve better, watch him move his hands over eddie, watch eddie finish.

'eddie, baby,' steve says, hand still on him, leaning in close. eddies eyes roll back in his head and he shoves more waffle in his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. 'you look fucking huge.' and steve licks the syrup away.

eddie moans, panting and chewing the last of the waffle, finally done, finally full. his eyes wide and desperate, locked on steve, on his face and his lips and his perfect fucking eyes.

steves hands move down past his bellybutton, grabbing onto the give of his underbelly, hefting it up and squeezing. he moves in closer, taking eddies syrupy fingers into his mouth and sucking. steves knee shifts forward and nudges against eddie groin, against his balls and his aching fucking cock.

eddie cums, wailing and overwhelmed by all the sensory input. vision spotting and mind blanking and he's so fucking full. steve is holding his belly and sucking his fingers and eddies never cum so hard in his life.

'oh, oh my god, eddie, baby, did you just?' steve is asking, babbling, kissing eddies face and still holding his belly, like he's forgotten, somehow, like it isn't actually pretty heavy. 'you're fucking amazing you know that? amazing, so good, so fucking hot eddie.' and he's grinding slightly, his hard cock against eddies hard stomach, jeans against too hot skin.

''tevei.' eddie slurs, still hazy from his orgasm and the, so many, portions of breakfast he just had. pawing at steves fly with his spitty hand.

steve scrambles to undo the fly, sort of dropping eddies belly and he groans, cradling it and squirming.

'fuck, sorry, m'sorry baby.' steve pants, stopping to kiss eddies face and pet over the swell. eddies smiles, he's so cute, taking care of him.

's'okay.' eddie kisses steve back when he can. steve leaving desperate little kisses all over; cheeks and nose and lips and neck and right back to the start again. 'wanna, wanna see your cock stevie please.' eddie whines, relishing in how it makes steve groan. he's so much fun, he's perfect.

steve undoes his fly finally, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springing free, pink and wet and so fucking pretty eddie almost gets hard again. he wants it inside him, but that's for another day, when he's not full to bursting, or, no, for when he's in proper bed, yeah.

'this okay?' steve asks, grinding into eddies belly, arms either side of eddies head, caging him in.

eddie grunts, shifting as much as he can so he can touch it, hold it against his belly and give steve a little pocket to fuck in and out of. it's a little uncomfortable but the noise steve makes when he slides out and in again, rubbing pre all over, it's worth it. it's everything.

steves thrusts get sloppy quick, biting his lip and making these punched out whines. 'so pretty baby, so hot, love your belly so much.' steve pants, looking down at eddie, watching his cock fuck in and out, closing his eyes like it's all too much before opening them again.

'feels so good, so good stevie.' eddie whines again, lost in watching steve in ecstasy. 'want your cum, cum on my belly baby please.' and steve tenses, moaning and spasming and releasing all over eddies hand and stomach. eddie moans with him, the sight burned into his brain, never to be forgotten.

steve's panting hard, smooths his hair off his face and looks at the mess he made, mouth open again like when he first got in the van. 'shit.' he whispers, looking at eddie face with awe. he leans in and licks into eddies mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing him.

eddie lets him, laughing a little into the kiss. but then he feels the mess start to cool on his belly, in his underwear, he shifts and whines in discomfort. staring to feel sleepy and sticky and like he needs to lay down.

steve must read his mind because he pulls away and comes back with napkins, cleaning eddies belly and inside his boxers as best he can. even wetting them with some water to get off any bits that have started drying, handing the rest of the bottle for eddie to take sips of.

'think there's, uh, spares in that pile.' eddie motions to the little pile of clothes behind the drivers seat, collected from sleeping here after gigs, over the years, and too much food, in recent years.

steve kisses him again and goes to root around. eddie moves to sit up properly as best he can. pulling his ruined t-shirt off as well and tossing it at the pile of containers stacked in the corner. he really should tidy up in here.

steve comes back and helps eddie lay down, getting him situated on the thin mattress and the pillow back under his head. he peels off eddies underwear and they go with the t-shirt. fresh pair getting pulled on with kisses over his thighs, down to his knees and even one on the soft skin of his ankle. eddie laughs, staring up at steve in amazement. looking down at his belly in amazement, how it rises and falls in a pale dome above him, moving with each of his still shallow breaths.

steve places a delicate hand on him, soothing circles over the surface again. 'comfortable?' he asks, like he really really cares and eddies heart swells, feels like he could cry or something, the vunerability of the whole thing washing over him. steve saw everything, knows so much more about him now. 'you okay?' steve asks, laying down beside him propped up on his elbow. he strokes eddies cheek.

eddie holds steve hand at his face, squeezing it and then kissing his palm. 'yeah.' he answers wetly. 'just, that was amazing and i. don't, i. please tell me that wasn't a one time thing.' eddie feels his eyes well and he sniffs.

'baby.' and steve sounds wounded. eddie sniffs again. 'that was definitely not a one time thing. i don't think there's any way you could get rid of me now eddie munson.' and steve kisses him so sweetly, so gently, so full of care and feeling and eddie is a goner. a couple tears slip out and slide into his hair. hes so happy.

steve pulls away eventually, smiling down at him, dipping down to leave a kiss on eddies full stomach. eddie grins, yawning so big his jaw cracks. 'have a nap, yeah? i'll be here the you wake up and we can talk more.' and eddie nods, managing to tun onto his side with a grunt, pulling the blanket over the two of them. steve puts his hand on eddie stomach where it rests between them, scooting in as close as he can, and eddie relaxes, sighing into it, letting sleep take him. exited to wake up and spend the day with steve. wonders vaguely, what they'll have for dinner.

#ya this just arrived in my brain at like 3am #i was in goblin mode sorry guys #but its good its good #just read the tags please #and let me be <3 #hotlunch #steddie wg #chubby eddie munson #stuffing #weight gain story

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silent-raven13 · 10 months

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Rewatching One Piece

With Egghead Arc coming out, Miles and Ganke decided to rewatch One Piece. They had made a serious commitment to binge watch on Friday. This means these two cute nerds had to make sure their own busy schedule is at hand.

Miles had told his friends and boyfriend during their lunch time, "Wait, so you're going to be with Ganke most of the time over this anime?" Gwen asked.

Hobie didn't like this one bit, he couldn't help but be jealous. His sweet Sunflower cuddling with his best friend under a blanket while watching a long ass anime. Nope, he can't handle it still. It's hard to not let his jealousy get the best of him, but seeing Ganke, a success Computer Nerd with so much worth... his insecurities is getting the best of him.

"Not just any anime. It's ONE PIECE!" Pavtri said happily, "Me and Gaytari started watching it when we saw our Live Action one!"

"Yeah, me and Ganke binge watch that one! Caught up with the manga, too! So, we decided to rewatch it all for fun and refresh our One Piece knowledge. Egghead Arc is coming up." Miles happily said unaware of his boyfriend's facial expression.

"How many episodes are there?" Gwen asked being so out of touch with anime. It was never her thing.

"Over a thousand!"

"Holy shit, dude. How- That means you and Ganke are gonna spend a lot of more time, huh?" The blond Spider-woman glances at Hobie tensed up having to awkwardly sit up on his seat.

"Yeah, but it's not that bad." The twenty three year old grins widely, "Anyway, I can't wait for me and Ganke to spend some time. Been a minute since we actually got to hang out." Even though, they're roommates in an apartment, they hardly see each other. When they do it's mostly Spider-man stuff.

"Awe, that's so cute. You and your bestie!" Pavtri giggles, "So ya'll gonna make out."

Hobie awkwardly sat up again giving a grunt. Miles snorted as he slurp his soda through a straw, "Nah, we don't do that no more!" He chuckles.

"Hahaha, that's crazy when you and Ganke would always pretend to be boyfriends back in the day! Ya'll just kiss whenever you saw each other. Like 'Hey, bae' MWAH!" Gwen laughs out loud at the memory.

When Miles and Ganke went to parties during their teenage years, they always pretended to be a couple. Or they try to kiss in front of weird creeps so they get the idea to leave them alone.

Of course, Ganke and Miles kissed in front of the Spider Band at a party and it was so casual. Hobie was so jealous that day, he crushed his beer bottle being so annoyed.

Till today Hobie hated that memory. Miles wraps his arms his boyfriend, "Hahaha, nah. Ganke got a girlfriend and I got my boyfriend, right Hobie!"

"Yeah..." Hobie leans over to lift his boyfriend's chin and kiss him, "I am." Miles melted by his boyfriend's hand around his jaw.

"Ohh!" Pav and Gwen watched with a red tint across their cheeks. That's such a confident move! Should they be watching this?

Lyla appeared between Miles and Hobie, "NAH-AH! Miguel say keep yo hands to yourselves!"

Miles blushes by Hobie's hungry kisses, OMG, they were full out making out with tongue, again. Hobie grunts at Lyla, "It was nuthin' but a measly little kiss."

"OHHH!" Pav's and Gwen's eyes widen. Measly kiss? Then what do they do behind close doors?

Lyla's avatar fumes, "No! It's clearly a full blown make out!"

--Later---

After lunch, Miles and Hobie were at Hobie's houseboat just for some fun. The punker left some soft jazz playing while he smoke his joint. Nothing like good sex and getting high. "Mmm, Karl did a mighty ace job on this one," He coughs a bit knowing the weed is top A-Grade!

Miles lay his head on his boyfriend's bare chest, "Mmm, really?"

"Yeah, luv. Try it." Hobie handed it to his Sunflower.

Miles dabble on weed here and there, so he took it to inhale it. "Mmm-" He starts coughs, "Fuck, that shit is good, bae."

Hobie laughs seeing his boyfriend coughs, "That good, huh?"

"Mmhhmm," His Sunflower inhale again this time with caution, and hold the smoke in. Then turns to Hobie with his hand waving him to come close to his lips.

The punker grins widely as he leans over, knowing Miles want to share his smoke. The young man got close to Hobie's mouth then gently blew in the smoke in his mouth.

Hobie happily inhale Miles' second hand smoke, then inhale it and hold it. Miles let out a boyish giggle, then his boyfriend lift his head up to release the smoke with an O shape. "Mm, bloody fantastic, luv." His voice low.

"Mmm, is it." His Sunflower snuggles while nuzzling his head on his partner's chest, "Mmm, that feels so good. I think...."

"You think?" Hobie purrs lowly knowing his Sunflower is horny.

"Mmm," MIles' hand slid down under the sheets being daring, "I wanna go another round."

"I know, you do, darling." Hobie's voice low with a little growl, his hand grabs Miles' neck to pull him into an intense kiss.

Miles ain't complaining, he loves it. Letting out a submissive mewl, "Mmm," He softly chuckles, "Give me another, mi amor."

"Like this." This time his punker boyfriend added tongue.

"Mmm..." Miles happily melts, again. When they pull away, Miles' phone rang. "Oh fuck, I think Ganke is calling."

"Ugh, luv, you don't have to pick it up!"

"I need to. We're planning on cooking on Friday to binge watch the anime!" Miles picks up the phone, "Hey man, what's up."

Hobie rolled his eyes. Now, he's not in the mood anymore just high. He got up to get a beer from the fridge, while his boyfriend noticed. "Um, yeah... get some bacon, gummy bears is fine, oh- buy those juice boxes. Yeah, Billy loves those. Thanks man..."

It wasn't a long talk, Miles hung up after a simple goodbye then saw his boyfriend leaning by the doorway drinking his beer. "So? How's your sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Oh God, not this again!

"Bae," Miles groans, "don't tell me, you're jealous!"

"Okay, I'm not." Hobie casually went back to his bed with his beer bottle set on his nightstand. Miles gave him a look being very unimpressed. He sighs, "Luv, you told me and our mates that we won't be seeing you for a while, because your going to spend most your time with yer friend!"

"And your upset over Ganke?"

"Mmm, yea and no... I don't like being without you."

"But it's only on Fridays and Saturdays and it won't be long, baby." Miles got on top of his boyfriend, then his hands caress his punker's face, "You know, we're just hanging out." Miles leans over to kiss Hobie, "I love you, baby."

"Mmm, really?" Hobie being like a happy puppy.

Miles kisses him again, "Yeah, you're mine, baby."

"I like that very much. Another kiss." Hobie purrs.

*Kiss* *Kiss-Kiss*

-After two weeks-

Hobie didn't like this, he felt so lonely without Miles. There was no lie to this, he's started to tweak out without his man. It's like he was on crack. He loves spending time with his Miles anytime he wanted.

So the next thing he did was to visit his Miles' place. It's not like he wasn't allowed too. When he got to Miles' apartment, he saw the lights on.

"Yay! One Piece!" Sweet five year old Billie happily bounced on the couch to watch some episodes with her brother and brother, Ganke. She holds her sippy cup, "Mimi! Mimi, hurry up!"

"I'm coming!" Miles brought a bowl of popcorn while Ganke had hot dogs wrapped in bacon with the works! Her big brother came by to place the large bowl of popcorn on the table, "Boo-boo, you forgot your straw hat!"

"Oh no!" Billie touches her head being in shock! She had her Luffy costume on being one of her favorite outfits to wear ever since her brother made it for her for Halloween.

Miles went over to the arm couch to get the lonely straw hat then placed it on his little sister's head. "Hehehe. Gracias, hermano!" She happily grab her strawhat to pull it down some more to fit right in place. Good thing she didn't have her Afro-puffs, but cute long braids with butterfly clips and large hair balls.

Ganke set a tray of hots dogs on the coffee table, "There. Just need the drinks." He saw the coffee table with spread of snacks.

Miles grins at him, "Nice. You're gonna make a wonderful hubby with Danika." He playfully nudge his friend.

"Popcorn!" Billed chimed out loud with her arms reaching for it, she didn't want to move from her spot on the couch.

"Oh hahahaha," Ganke blushes, "Ya think?" He watches Miles handing the bowl of popcorn to his sister.

"Yeah, man. Always." Miles chuckles, "If not I'll marry ya."

"Sheesh! I'm hubby material for Spider-man?" The two laughs out loud.

Hobie hears this from the slight open window. Billie hears this quickly turning her head, she gasps, "HOBIE!" She uses her web-shooter at him. The Punker grab the little plastic dart with half his body in the apartment.

Miles quickly turns his head having his Spidey Sense coming late, because he's use to Hobie coming whenever he wants so many times. It wasn't view as a threat. Ganke blink in shock, "Looks like I won the bet."

"Bae! What are you doing here?" Miles went over to help open the window to let his partner easily get into his apartment. "You could've called me."

"Hello, luv. Where's the fun in that?" He asked having to stand once he slide his way into the window.

Miles dust off the dirt from the bottom of window, "Still..." He kisses his boyfriend.

"I miss ya, luv."

"Oh yeah?" Miles didn't seem to believe that. Hobie is always clingy, which is surprising when they started dating. Miles always thought he was the clingy type, but nope!

When Hobie spends months with his band in his own world or some serious Spider-man stuff, Miles never seems to be bothered by it. Or did he would visit the way his partner does. It's pretty funny.

"Yes, luv. I miss you!" He hugs him.

"Hehehe, okay, bae. Well we were watching some episode but took a break for snacks." He show him the way.

Billie chews on her popcorn, "You like One Piece, Obie?"

"Not really, lil bloo." Hobie commented.

"Well, we're at Arabasta arc right now." Ganke said.

"OH yeah, the good part is coming." Miles grins widely. "Sit with me, bae." Ganke sat on the left side of the couch. Then it's Billie in the middles, next Miles and lastly, Hobie.

Hobie saw them playing the episode looking confused, he remembers his partner watching One Piece. He never understood it. Billie happily got off the couch being hyper when Luffy came on. "LUFFY!" She jumps.

Miles said to Ganke, "Some fans believe Oda will end One Piece on Skypia."

"Oh no way! That'll be a great throw back."

"For real, I was like make sense. Skypia wasn't shown as much as the other islands, so it got me wondering what plans they had with that place."

"I wonder if it's something big!" Ganke said. "I bet you Noah's Arc was the boat for Joyboy to use when the World Government drowned the world."

"Whoa, sick ass theory man!" Miles took a bit of popcorn to eat.

Hobie slouches on his boyfriend, "Luv, what's dis biblical talk about Noah's Arc? And why you bringing up Joyboy?"

"You know Joyboy?" Ganke asked.

"Joyboy is a popular Caribbean folklore... my mom drunkly mutters about it." Hobie said then stares in more confusion, "Luv, I'm lost about this carto-" he felt a dart hit his cheek, dark eyes glanced over with an upset Billie. "SHHH, NO TALKING! LUFFY IS FIGHTING CROCODILE!" She jumps happily.

Hobie sighs being lost. "You know, this is why I didn't invite you to this. You seem to hate it." Miles sighs at his boyfriend.

Ganke said, "I'm surprised he does. This is totally his stuff. There's mentions of genocide, fascism, racism, politics, slavery... Do I need to keep going?" He uses his fingers to count how many things are involved in One Piece.

"And you think I like that?" Hobie asked almost being offended.

"No, bae. He meant Luffy and his crew fights off those stuff. They kick ass. Like- Okay, you are totally watching this anime, because it's annoying how much you don't know." Miles began.

"And most of the characters are diverse. Luffy is Brazilian, Name Finnish, Zoro Japanese, Sanji French, Robin Russian, Usopp African, Chopper Canadian, Franky American, Jinbe Indian... I see him more of a Samoan in my opinion." Ganke added.

"Brazilian? You mean to tell me that lad is Brazilian?" Hobie's eyes went on the television to see Luffy's face.

"Yup." Miles chuckles, "Come on, bae. Pay attention to the show and don't focus on your jealousy. I know you came here thinking me and Ganke are doing something, huh?"

"Pfft, he's still on that." Ganke laughs.

Hobie looks embarrassed, "Love! Don't be cruel." He snuggles against his boyfriend.

"No, this time your gonna watch One Piece and your gonna like it!" Miles said in a serious tone. "Or else I'm giving you the silent treatment." He crosses his arms with a huff.

"Shheeeshhh!" Ganke chuckles.

Hobie whines, "No! Anything but that, darling!"

Billie came to jump on Hobie, "Shhh! I'm watching!" She playfully fights him.

--after twenty episodes-

Hobie watched with his eyes glued intensely at the episodes. "Well?" Miles handed him a beer bottle. The young man sat back down, he saw Billy and Ganke knocked out.

"Luv, this is freakin' fantastic!" Hobie sat up after watch Luffy kick the shit out of Crocodile, and had free the island of Arabasta. "And he does this?"

"Yup. He wants to be the Pirate King, because being the Pirate King is being free. Warrior of Libration, bae." Miles happily said.

"Warrior of Libration, huh!" Hobie finally understands. "You say he went against the Government?"

"The World Government, baby. I think you're gonna be a big fan of this anime." Miles went to pick up Billie so she can sleep comfortably in his room. "Still wanna watch?"

"Yes! Darling, you can't show me gold then deny me! I need to watch this." His punker said!

Miles giggles, "Okay, bae. I'll put Billy on my bed. She's is knock out."

"And yer mate?" Hobie looks at Ganke sleeping.

"Can you put him on his bed? He's worn out." Miles asked.

"Sure thing, luv." Hobie had no problem lifting Ganke and carrying him to his room. The young man sleep soundly on his bed. When the punker came, Miles was on the couch ready for him.

"Your gonna love the Skypia Arc, bae." His boyfriend said.

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked as he sat down cuddling next to his boyfriend. Miles wrapped a large blanket around them. They snuggle and cuddle together while eating snacks.

"Mmhhmm," Miles kisses Hobie's cheek, "love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Sunflower." Hobie kisses him back. "Now, shh! Luffy is something." Miles only rolled his eyes at how his punker became a fan of One Piece.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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It’s Always Been Just Him and Me-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Buck keeps needing an out from his dates and Bucky is always a call away.

WC: 3,430

C/W: Bucky says a slur, mentions of drug use (weed), slight mentions of Bucky having an ED.

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Buck felt as if he was finally able to breath as he opened the door of Bucky's car. He was finally free of Curt’s strawberry vape and Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday Two blasting through the speakers.

Truth be told he would rather be stuck in the car than having to go inside on this date. Buck always had a hard time telling people no, one of his downfalls. So when this girl from school kept asking out Buck and he finally had given in. He knew it was going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

“Goodluck, Buck!” Curt clapped him on the shoulder as he got out of the back to get in the front.

“Remember don’t fuck on the first date.” Bucky leaned over to the open door to look at him, “If it goes bad you can give me a call. I’m gonna take Curt to work then just drive around till you’re done.”

This was something that happened a lot, almost like a pattern Buck could recognize. Giving into someone asking him on a date, he’d go and get uncomfortable and text Bucky to call him so he could leave.

“You need any?” Curt opened up his wallet showing Buck the condoms tucked in by the dollar bills.

“You just carry those with you?” Buck furrowed his eyebrows looking down at Curt.

“You don’t?”

“No…?”

“Your loss,” Curt chuckled and elbowed Bucks side, “Have fun though, really.”

“I’ll try my best,” Buck clenched his teeth sucking in a breath nervously, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets. He was weighing his options of just jumping back into Bucky's car and telling him to drive away like this was a crime.

But then he remembered then he’d have to come up with some story of why he couldn’t make it. Sorry my bird died? Sorry Bucky got a flat tire and we were stuck on the side of the road? But then he’d have to defend his answer of why Bucky was giving him a ride and he wasn’t just taking himself there. So into the shitty Olive Garden he went taking one last glance at the silver SUV as he opened the door going in.

Bucky was serenading his heart out to All American Bitch as he drove down the ‘speed bump road’ gunning down on the gas pedal everytime he hit one. He was almost expecting it as his music stopped and the obnoxious ringtone came through. Bucky quickly picked his phone up from the cup holder. “Well it's been almost 20 minutes. Are you ready for me to come back?”

“Please, I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

“That bad?”

“That bad.”

“Alright, I just dropped Curt off. I'll call you back when I'm in the parking lot.” Bucky sighed as he hung up and whipped an illegal U turn at a stoplight. Waving his hand a little as a car honked at him.

Buck sat at the table keeping his eyes focused on the half eaten, stale breadstick in front of him. He was uncomfortable and could feel the girl's eyes on him, his heart skipped a beat as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Buck scrambled for his phone out of his bomber jacket.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie, it's your grandma. I fell while fetching myself some candy and I was wondering if you’d come help me up.” Buck turned red as he heard Bucky's voice on the other end putting on his best female voice. But alas he played along with it because this certainly was not the first time this happened. One time Bucky went as far as coming into the restaurant and saying that his dog got out. When the girl offered to help Bucky blurted out ‘oh he hates women’ then tugged Buck right out of the situation.

“Of course Grandma, I’ll be there soon, I love you, bye.” Buck hung up fast and met the girl's worried green eyes, “I gotta go, my grandma fell and I gotta help her up. But I’ll text you when I get home?”

“Oh yeah, sure I had a good time.” The girl with the auburn hair smiled awkwardly as Buck got up and set a $10 bill on the table for the waiter. Buck offered a smile before making a beeline for the door.

Bucky sat in his car laughing like a crazy person as Buck walked over and shook his head with a smirk opening the door. “I’m gonna call my actual Grandma next time if you keep doing that.” Buck snickered as he buckled up.

“Oh poor Grandma Ethel will be so disappointed you’re leaving a date with a girl to go play with your best friend.” Bucky teased poking Bucks' side. Buck rolled his eyes, swatting at the others hand, “Maybe she’ll call you a faggot to your face this time.”

Bucky felt the air get a little tense as he glanced over at Buck, he wasn’t wrong by any means. His grandparents were very active in the church and it was true his grandma had called him that

“Well did you get a chance to eat?” Bucky glanced over at him as they came up on a red light.

“No, I kept stalling so I could leave.” Buck shrugged, “I don’t like pasta.”

And Bucky could’ve told him that.

“I know, well do you wanna get something? I don’t necessarily want to go home tonight.”

And Buck knew what that meant, his parents were probably fighting again.

“Yes please, I’m starving.” Buck had finally become aware of the grumbling in his stomach and remembered the two joints in his pocket.

“Well where do you wanna go?” Bucky knew the answer as soon as he looked over at Buck. His head leaned back against the headrest that stupid guilty smirk on his face.

“Jesus christ,” Bucky rolled his eyes as he took the next turn back in the other direction, “But I am not eating that.”

“I’ll pay for your food?” Buck smirked, but Bucky knew that was just a ploy to get him to eat. So if he was going to eat he was going to get something he enjoyed.

“No, I’m getting Taco Bell.” Bucky shook his head as they turned into the Chik Fil A parking lot. It was Buck's favorite, guilty pleasure food and even if Bucky didn’t agree with that he was here to make Buck happy.

“Are you going to do your Grandma Ethel impression again?” Buck asked as they pulled into the Taco Bell drive thru.

“Should I sing instead?”

“No.”

“Fine.”

“Welcome to Taco Bell, order when you��re ready.” Curts voice came through the speaker full of annoyance that certainly made this a hundred times funnier to Bucky.

Bucky cleared his throat, “Hello can I get two doritos-”

“Locos tacos, nacho fries and a large baja blast freeze?” Curt finished his order.

“How do you know every damn time!?” Bucky grumbled as they pulled up to the window.

“So the date didn’t go well?” Curt asked as he snatched Buckys card from him looking over at Buck. He also knew just as well as Bucky that Buck didn’t like these girls; he just felt bad saying no.

“No, I think I really should just stop going on dates.”

“Or maybe you can take me out for a nice meal!” Bucky put his hand on his chest smiling his cheesy smile, “Since you always end up back in my car eating your stupid Christian chicken sandwich.”

“Take us both out for a nice dinner. If I have to eat fucking Taco Bell for dinner one more fucking time. I’m gonna fucking lose my shit.” Curt grumbled as he handed the card back. Curt knew if he didn’t eat at work though he’d probably go hungry for the night. He didn’t come from much money and he worked to help keep a roof over his mother and little brother's head.

“Hey who are we mind fucking?” Dickie poked his head around the corner from the kitchen.

“Dickie!” Bucky cheered unbuckling and basically leaned his entire body inside the window.

“What’s up? Oh my god it’s Buck and Fuck!” Dickie jogged over to the window shouldering Curt out of the way, “Hambone!”

“The whole team is here I see,” Bucky snickered as the other blonde came over, “This place wouldn’t run without you guys.”

“Yeah, literally our manager quit this morning. So yeah Curts in charge of the evening shifts.” Hambone clapped him on the shoulder then took his hat running off to the front.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Curt grumbled, “Would love to continue our conversation but I gotta go play fuckin’ boss.”

“Enjoy it, Curt. Make them your bitches!” Bucky laughed as he took the drink and bag of food from him, handing it off to Buck.

“Now get the hell out of my drive thru!”

“Love you too Curt!” Buck yelled as Bucky drove off.

“That place would burn to the ground without him. Dickie would leave something somewhere and walk away from it next thing you know the best Taco Bell around exploded.” Bucky laughed as he made an exploding sound popping his lips.

“Maybe, or they could hire a competent adult to manage it.” Buck shook his head as he chewed on the straw of his drink.

“But what's the fun in that? Think about how funny it is to hear that Taco Bell is run by three high school boys who barely know their left from their right.”

“This is the economy we live in now.” Buck shook his head, “Are we going to the usual? I got some joints with me?”

“Yep, do you wanna smoke first or eat?” Bucky hummed as he pulled into the big empty parking lot of what once was a KMart. This had become their spot of escaping Bucks dates and eating shitty fast food and just talking.

“Eat, I’m too hungry.” Buck unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat back, getting comfortable.

“Sounds good to me,” Bucky shrugged as he turned the car off and Buck was finally able to have a break of what had been Nicki Minaj song after song. Bucky reached over the center console and grabbed his Taco Bell bag off the floor.

“So what were the fatal flaws of this girl, Buck?” Bucky asked while fishing a taco from the bag.

She wasn’t you.

“I don’t know, she just kept talking about herself. I don’t know, I only said yes to her because I felt bad saying no.” Buck couldn’t explain to anyone in particular why he never was really interested in women. Sure he’s had his fair amount of sexual encounters and lots of kissing with them. He thought it was just because he hadn’t met the right one. “And yeah I know I need to learn to say no it’s just hard.”

“I’m not used to being the level headed reasonable one here, but it’s not fair to you or the girls.” Buck knew that Bucky was making sense and he had fallen into some alternative universe where Buck and Bucky swapped bodies.

“I know this is weird for me, it’s like Freaky Friday.” Buck just wanted to get off the topic of his botched dates. He just wanted to enjoy his chicken sandwich and smoke a joint with his best friend.

“I’m gonna be Jamie Lee Curtis then, you can be Lindsey.”

“I’m too sober to think about this.” Buck set his half eaten sandwich down and pulled the small plastic tube out of his pocket.

“You used the pink paper I got you?” Bucky perked up excited seeing the two joints with the pink wrapping paper.

“Why wouldn’t I? Pink makes everything better.” Buck glanced over at Bucky; everything was dark besides a lamp post in the parking lot slightly illuminating the car; Although, Buck believed Bucky's big, silly smile illuminated them. When he looked at him it was just this different feeling, but he didn’t know what that feeling was.

Bucky watched as Buck put the joint between his lips and fought with his lighter to get it to go. But then it lit and he watched as Buck closed his eyes and took a hit waiting a moment before exhaling. “Okay, don’t hit it too hard, okay?”

“I know,” Bucky stuck out his tongue at him like a child and took the pink joint. It never took much to get Bucky high, he rarely smoked and if he did it was with Buck. He’d get fidgety and nervous around others then start to panic the few times he smoked at one of Bucks parties.

Buck took the joint from Bucky fast as he exhaled and the coughing began. Bucky's face turned slightly red as he coughed into his elbow.

“Here, take a drink.” Buck grabbed his water bottle off the floor and opened it for him.

“No, I'm still choking.” Bucky's voice raspy as he continued coughing, opening the door to spit out the nastiness, “Let me have another hit.”

“In a moment, after you drink some water.” Bucky took the water bottle reluctantly, taking a few sips of water and settling himself, “Okay now just take it easy.”

Bucky swapped the metal water bottle for the joint back and took a smaller hit. Buck almost had forgotten his sandwich as he just watched the other. Buck could watch him do anything and be amazed. There were so many football practices or games where he just would get so distracted from just watching Bucky. His large, veiny hands gripped around the football. The way the football pants really accentuated his ass.

“Wow,” Bucky handed the joint back, coming to full realization he was stupid high from three hits. He rubbed his eyes and Buck could see the redness already setting in.

“I’m gonna finish this off now and eat your tacos that Dickie slaved away making for you.” Buck snickered as he relit the joint, “How’d your test go?”

“I dunno, I don’t do fractions, probably not good.” Bucky rambled through his bites of taco, “Do you want some nacho fries?”

“I don’t know how you eat those.” Buck pushed away Bucky's hand that was holding out an orange fry with too much seasoning on it.

“These are so much better than your church fries. Oh my god the body of christ.” Bucky laughed, grabbing onto Buck's shoulder and shaking him a bit, “Listen if these are the body of christ I’m going to start going to church with Croz.”

Both had finished eating and Bucky reclined his seat back, his hands behind his head as he stared out the sunroof, “Do you think we’ll get married someday?”

“What?” Buck felt his heart skip a beat as he reclined his seat back and looked over at Bucky.

“No I mean like…I don’t know I meant like what if by the time we are 30 and were still not married we should marry each other. Like for the benefits you know?”

“Okay,” Buck snickered, “Would we still have a wedding?”

“I think we should, why waste the opportunity. But I don’t think Grandma Ethel would be very supportive of it. She’d probably say something silly about you starting on fire if you ever entered the church again. Would we get married in a church? I don’t think we should…well I guess if you wanted to or well your parents would want maybe? We could go to one of those progressive churches, like the one Croz goes to that has nacho fries communion.” Bucky rambled with no particular thought behind him.

Buck stared blankly at Bucky. He was absolutely gorgeous, his jawline sharp and that silly, goofy smile still spread on his face.

“I think Croz should get ordained too then he can marry us, or maybe by the time 30 were 30. Dogs can be ordained ministers then Meatball can marry us, he can wear a little suit.”

“I don’t know if Meatball will still be around by the time we're 30.”

“I’m telling you he’s a vampire, he’s gonna colonize Mars.” Bucky hummed, “I’m gonna sing at our weddings too you can’t tell me no, what should I sing? Maybe a love song? I got my drivers license last week.” Bucky started singing and Buck reached over cupping his hand over his mouth to shut him up.

Bucky laughed as he pushed off Buck, “Just like we always talked about!”

“I’d rather listen to Croz sing.”

“You’re such a liar I can see it on your face,” Bucky rolled his eyes poking the others cheek and rolled back onto his back and let his hand linger a little before finding Bucks and interlocking their fingers, “So maybe if we're married we could save some more money and buy a house together. I mean we don’t have to share a bed or anything like that but we could maybe get one with the in-laws sweet. I can live in the in-laws sweet, it’ll be like a bachelor pad. Or we could just live in a house with separate rooms I don’t know. Do you think Croz and Bubbles are gonna get married?”

“Definitely do you say the way they look at each other. Everytime Croz sees him his pupils turn into hearts like a cartoon.”

“For sure, Bubbles is probably the best guy to ever be in a relationship with. Croz tells me that he brings him flowers when they go on dates. You know what if they become our neighbors? They would be like a nuclear 50’s couple. Except I don’t think Croz would be a housewife? But I bet they would buy a house together, that's the house next to ours. But they would for sure have like two ankle biters and live this life. Croz would for sure be in the PTA.” He stopped as Buck gently cradled Bucky's face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip gently.

Bucky felt his cheeks turn bright red as he stared into the others beautiful, blue eyes.

He felt the butterflies beginning to slap around in his stomach as Buck leaned over. He could feel Bucks' breath as their lips were dangerously close.

Then his phone began to ring.

“Shit, it’s my mom.” Buck rolled his eyes, sitting up and answering it. Bucky felt like he had lost all the heat and he was cold again. They’d only ever kissed once before. It was while they were high one time out in the woods behind Bucks house. There was a little creek with a small bridge. They were sitting on the bridge and it had just happened. It wasn’t anything long, but Bucky wanted to do it again and again.

“Sorry I lost track of time, I'll be home soon. Okay bye.” Buck let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes, “How’re you feeling? I can drive, it's worn off for me.”

“I’m feeling fine, do you have eye drops? There’s Axe in the glove compartment.

“Only time your nasty boy perfume comes in handy.” Buck handed the eye drops over to Bucky.

“See you’re thanking me now and you’ll thank me later when Mary Cleven doesn’t know you were off smoking weed with me.” Bucky rolled down the windows and dropped the eye drops into his eyes.

“Don’t count on it,” Buck sprayed the air with axe and then himself, “God it reeks of teenage boy.”

“Not all of us can afford Johnny Depp Dior cologne.” Bucky started the car and turned on Drivers License. Look it was stuck in his head

“Goddamnit,” Buck tilted his head into the headrest.

“You know you love it!” Bucky laughed as he began to sing and Buck couldn’t help but sing along with him.

“And I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one!” The two sang Bucky with one hand on the steering wheel, the other conducting his imaginary band as they drove back to Bucks. He knew he’d probably get chewed out by his mom but it was worth it in his opinion to get to spend time with Bucky.

Sure they hung out all the time but no one knew him the way Bucky knew him. They had become each other's safe spaces. If Bucky needed away from his parents he could go to Buck.

If Buck needed a break from studying and doing homework all the time he knew who to call. And maybe he could call if he needed a good someone to kiss.

#mota #masters of the air #mota hs au #buck x bucky #modern au #high school au #bucky egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #john egan #curtis biddick #not established #mutual pining #clegan #trashbag-baby666 fics #theo writes

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latinapoetbts · 23 days

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Nostalgic Love 2 | KTH & Reader (Latina)

Third Base: First Touch Summary: Prom Night make out, kissing, finger and oral (male receiving), weed smoking two high school students who were best friends. Unrequited love. Note: Written in all in one go, no editing. Third Base: First Touch

I was nervous to ask him, but it truly was always how I wanted it to play out. It was how I envisioned it and dreamed about it since entering high school. Now it wasn’t exactly the circumstances I wanted it to be, but I certainly would take what I could get. I typed the text over and over again second guessing myself, wondering if asking over text was lame or if I was being too old-fashioned to want to just call him and ask.

It’s not a real date. It’s not a real date. He will probably say no. So I’m already prepared. It’s no big deal.

I take a deep breath and decide to be brave and rational. He is my best friend so he would expect for me to call him and not just send a text. Damn, it was exhausting managing my emotions with him. Trying to be causal and act like a best friend who is not madly in love with their best friend. It was so fucking hard. I’m going to need therapy most definitely in college just for the amount of anxiety I have built up on hiding my feelings. I tried to play everything out in my head. He’ll be mad I didn’t tell him what happened sooner and confused if I’m not reacting as any normal person should react to what happened to me. But I was already just all cried out. There were not that many tears to begin with and the tears I did share were the thoughts I had regarding whether I was worthy of any love at this point.

Here we go. Just do it already. I send the text ask him how his day was, send him a random photo of the day with friends, and ask if he has some time to get on a video call. It was Wednesday and I knew it would be just a few more days before I got to see him for the weekend. I knew that it was date night for him and Jenni but I needed to get it out. I pick up the video call his immediate response.

I see his beautiful beaming smile and feel instantly at peace, “Hey, y/n, what’s up. By the way, that picture is too funny.”, I smile.

“Ya, I thought you would think so. So, I know it's your time with Jenni, but I really just couldn't wait till Friday to ask and we don’t need to get all the details Tae just think about it.”, I bit at my lip, I know I’m giving myself away.

“Hey, y/n it’s ok, you know I’m here for whatever you need. Just ask me.” I smile my heart fluttering any time he’s so sincere with me. I also would be lying if I didn’t feel thrilled that Jenni would probably be pretty irritated I was interrupting their date night. She has not been very warm and fuzzy with me since they started dating shortly after Tae gave me that kissing lesson. I stop the thoughts, I didn’t want to relieve the pain and rejection I felt after experiencing my first kiss with him and then he immediately started dating Jeeni a girl from his school. This was the driving force that led me to where I am this very moment.

“I wanted to know if you free oh say, May 18th from 6 to 10?” I bit my lip now with a playfulness because of my aloofness and lack of directness.

“I’m let me check my calender, I think Im working but you know I’ game right when I get off for anything.” I see the camera go blacking know he’s looking at his calender.

“Wait!? That’s your prom night! What the fuck happen? Are you not going? What did did he do? That asshole, I know he did something….” I let out a sign.

“Let's talk about it later Tae… I’ll..”, I try to to avoid the conversation.

“Y/N, hell no, tell me what he did, I’m not letting this go…”, My whole body warmed at his protectiveness of me.

“Tae, not right now ok, I swear I’ll tell you everything….”

“Fuck, y/n you better! And yes, I’m available no matter what. I’ll be there to do whatever you want ok..Hold on I’ll be right there!”, I heard Jenny voice in the background, I knew I should just say goodbye.

“Hey, Tae it's cool I’ll see you Friday ok! …” I smile at him.

“You sure, you ok, I can talk it out with you right now…. Wait! Fuck,...” I couldn't help but smile more seeing how annoyed he was with her calling out to him.

“I'm fine really, go, go,... I don't want her to hate me more… bye…”

“She doesn’t hate you y/n.. She…” I shush him.

“Shhh, ok. Ok. bye. I’ll see you Friday!” I hang up not letting him get in the last word. I hoped there would not be a fight between the two of them because of me but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I secretly wished they were not together.

The night was perfect. I felt beautiful and Tae looked beautiful. He was also so sweet to me, from the moment he arrived at my house. We took pictures and my brother gave us “the talk.” Since our parents were out of town celebrating their anniversary he felt the need to be my personal cock blocker. After telling Tae Hyung that he would hang him from his balls from our backyard tree if, “you even think of fucking my sister tonight. So imagine what will happen if you do fuck her”. I was not too embarrassed because this was typical behavior from my youngest older brother. The actual prom dance was fun and loved every minute of dancing with Tae Hyung. There were a few rough patches between Chris and I. But Tae Hyung was right by my side so I didn’t have to speak with Chris and neither did I want to. I half expected him to confront me and half not. But I always wasn’t too surprised that he had ignored me nearly the entire night, busy with Jennifer. The girl he cheated with on me. I believed that without Tae Hyung by my side, I would have felt all those feelings of rejection and worthlessness, seeing how easy it was for him to cheat on me. I know my heart wasn’t fully given over to Chris because Tae Hyung had a huge portion of my heart but I was trying to move on, and Christ truly was helping me. I cared for him and could see myself falling for him at some point. Maybe. But I would be a liar if I didn’t admit seeing him making out with Jennifer stung. But Tae Hyungs smile was like healing to my soul. Tae Hyung had decided to leave it was only 30 minutes before they closed the dance down and people were making their plans for the “prom after party”.

“What do you want to do Tae? I’m up for anything…” I tell him adjusting the hairpiece in my hair looking over his shoulder and watching people leave.

“I’m not really up do going to a party if that’s ok with you because I do still have to work tomorrow, but if you want too…”, I smile at him.

“It’s fine Tae. I didn’t really want to either. Lets go…”. He smiles back at me.

“Ok. I’m just going to run in and use the bathroom, I drank way too much water!”, I laughed and nodded at him, grabbing the keys from his hand and turning to walk to his dad’s car. I saw someone approaching from my side thinking it was some of my classmates ready to leave.

“ Why did you big him? Huh? Because you wanted to rub it in my face. You a fucking a slut..”, And that’s when I heard his voice, tone irritated. How dare he call me a slut after everything he did.

“What!? What the fuck are you talking about? Don't call me that, you asshole!” I gritted my teeth at him, my whole body going tense.

“What? You expect me to believe that you were not fucking him the whole time you were with me! Fucking him and not fucking me!”, He neared my face, and I could smell he had been drinking.

“No,! That's not true, I never had sex with Tae! I’m not a slut! Fuck you, Chris! And get the fuck away from me!” I shouted turning to open the car door my body trembling with anger.

“Whatever I don’t want nasty seconds anyway, bit-!”

Chris was not able to even finish his sentence before Tae Hyung’s fit made contact with his face knocking him to the ground in one go! I was shocked. Within seconds Tae Hyung was on Chris landing punch after punch on his face. It took three guys to pull him off of Chris. Thankfully the guys were friends of mine who had seen the whole thing take place. They help get Chris up and out of our way so that we can head home.

“Hey you ok?”, I asked my body still shaking slightly from witnessing the amount of aggression Tae displayed. I had never seen him that angry or ever fight with anyone.

“Ya, I’m fine. I can’t believe that piece of shit called you a slut. I’m so sorry y/n.” I looked at his hands on the steering wheel seeing how bruised and bloody his knuckles were, I had to admit I was slightly turned on.

“It’s ok tae, it was sweet of you to defend me but you could get in trouble for what happened…” I couldn't hide the worried tone in my voice.

“He deserved it and he sure as hell didn’t deserve you…”, I see his hands tighten on the stirring wheel and blood starts to ooze a little.

“Your bleeding Tae”. My voice was soft. The car rolls to a stop in front of my home.

“Come on inside, let me take a look at your hands,” I tell him in a commanding voice my eyes tell him I’m not taking no for an answer.

“Ok, Dr. First Aid…” opening the car door. Immediately after walking inside with him, I tended to his bloodied knuckles in the guest bathroom. His shirt was ruffled the three buttons were missing and his hair was scattered like it had been wind-whipped. He looked even hotter like this, I was losing my shit. His eyes locked on me the entire time I tended to his beautiful hands but I refused to meet his eyes. I could not because I felt like I’d burst into flames with how hot my body felt being this close to him in such a small space.

“Ok all done! How does it feel now”. I beam.

“Fucking hurts, but it was worth it. You got any good pain meds?” He follows me as I walk out of the bathroom. I tell him I will change and look around in my parent's room and our upstairs bathroom. I couldn't find any pain meds not even Tylenol because my family was all anti- modern medication, I could take generational racial trauma for that. Then the thought occurred to me that my brother's weed stash should do the trick. I grab a pre-rolled joint and quickly throw on my cutest pair of silk pajama shorts and a button-down top.

“No pain meds, but this might do the trick…” I hold the joint up in my hands. He grabs it from my hand grinning from ear to ear and grabs my hand leading us to the backyard and inside our tree house. It truly was ours, as we worked for two summers around the neighborhood, saving our money to buy the materials and build the tree house.

“This is perfect.” he turns on our solar lights and we get comfortable on the floor mats. He lays next to me holding the joint in front of our faces.

“You want to go first?”. I nod my head.

“Sure, I’ll get us started…”, he grins, his lips smirking, meaning he was about to say some snarking comment.

“Oh, are you doing to show me how it's done y/n? I didn’t know you ever smoked! I’m hurt. I’m starting to doubt I’m your best friend, now that you have been keeping secrets from me. What else have you been hiding?” He wags his eyebrows at me his hand over his heart like he is hurt. My confidence rising I tease him right back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” I tease and light up the joint letting the smoke fill my lungs.

“I do want to know what kind of —-” My deep coughing, and hacking from the smoke stops him mid-sentence.

“Damn y/n…” He starts to laugh.

“Shut the fuck up and smoke already, or let me have it…” I bark out laughing as well.

“Ok. Ok…” he takes a huge deep inhale from the joint, holding it in his mouth. Looks like he had plenty of experience smoking and I wondered with who? He had more experience than me because he barely coughed. We spent the next 10 minutes in silence just passing joint back and forth between us. I loved this moment so much, our bodies lying inches from each other, my anxiety completely gone because of the weed.

“Damn, why is it so cold its basically summer already.” I break the silence feeling the goose bumps on my skin when the draft from the cool night breeze flowing through the open tree house window hits me. I prop myself up scanning the room with my eyes.

“Well, you are practically wearing nothing in those little ass shorts. Come here I’ll help keep you warm” I whip my head at him a giggle spilling from my mouth. He reaches out with his arms his hands making grabby fingers like a toddler.

“That’s a terrible pickup line and you look like a toddler like that”, more laughter spilling from my lips as I turn poking his ribs with my finger.

“And what would you keep me warm with…” He props himself up and leans over towards me his eyes flashing.

“Only good girls get to find out how I can keep them warm”, he laughs wagging his eyebrows up and down at me and I laugh too.

“Wow. Is this how you make girls fall at your feet? I laugh more falling backwards against the floormat. I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Well, sadly it doesn't work on everyone…buuuut I know a few different ways I can keep you warm…” I felt the heat of his body as he shifted even closer to me. When I open my eyes his head is propped up on his arm and his eyes are slowly trailing from my lips to my breast. His fingertips feather across my exposed midriff and trace the skin at the heam of my shorts. I laugh even more and my body warms hearing him join me. We were both giggling fools.

“How are you so lame but so fucking hot at the same time…”, a grunt sounded from my throatand I felt my body heat as I turn my head to face him. God, he was fucking beautiful. The moment our eyes locked, I licked my lips.

“So What do bad girls get?” a smirk filled his lips as he cocked an eyebrow high at me.

“Punishment…” His lips swoop in tasting my neck. I suck in a breath my chest rising and falling. His fingers slip below my shorts. Everything was happening so fast. I felt like I was on fire and I was desperate for more. I hiss feeling the soft pads of his finger tips stroke my pussy lips so gently, causing my body to shudder. He continued to suck and lick at my neck, his teeth grating against my skin. Deep gurtteral moans forced themselves from the pit of my core unleashing into the night without my control. My carnal sounds only urge him on and that was perfect because I wanted more. Finally his fingers pierced through my swollen, tender wet lips but not nearly deep enough.

“Oh fuck, y/n. Your so wet.”, I was damn near rabid with want as I arched and thrusted my hips against his fingers desperate for him to explore the depth of my core.

“You want more? (kissing) But, you’ve been a bad girl, y/n (sucking), teasing me with your tits barely covered (nipping) and with your ass (licking) hanging out of those shorts”. I was panting burning against is lavaishing of my neck. He began working his blessed mouth down my collarbone and over my clevage.

“Please..Tae..”, I was reduced to begging, as I grabbed his hand, forcing his fingers to plunch deep with in me. I gasp escaped me at the delicious and foreign feeling fo fullness from his fingers. I had touched myself to salasoush thoughts and fantasy of him for so long but having his fingers finally inside was everything. I thursted my hips against his fingers chasing the building burning in my core, anything to feel more of him. His warm wet mouth licked and sucked at my nipple over the thin fabric of my tank top cause my moans to fall from my lips.

“Y/N, fucking hell, Im going to cum like this…” he mummbled over my nipple rolling the pebble in his mouth a grunt springing from my mouth. My fingers laced into his hair smashing his mouth harder into my breast.

“No!... Not until I suck your dick….” I panted in a commanding desprate tone as he brought my bodying higher, trembling and matching each thrust of his fingers. I cry out feeling my whole body seize as he fingers me through my orgasm still sucking and lapping at my nipple harshly through my tanktop. I was so horny for him I couldn’t stop myself the weed egeing me on. I push him back making quick work to unzip his pants and jerk down his clothes as I could free him. I had dreamed of tasting him for so long, I could not wait another moment.

“Y/n…oh….fuck….sh—ttt…slow…down…”, I devoured him, bobing my head, sucking and hollowing out as if my life depended on it. I aletnereted between licks, sucks, kisses and taking him down my throat. I had never sucked a dick but something in me or maybe it was the weed clicked within me. I had him a shutterin, moaning, seizing mess. I loved every moment of it. I pause on for a moment to catch my breath kiss his lips and take his figures still coated with my cum in to my mouth before I continue to divour his beautiful dick.

“Y/n, oh,... fuck… your…so hot…your perfect…fucking beautiful like this…” my eyes flicker towards him and I watch the way he takes me in enjoying watching my worship his dick.

“Fuck… I’m going to cum….slow down….”

“Y/N! Where are you! I swear to God, Tae Hee or whatever the fuck better not be here! You better not have fucked my sister! I’ll fucking kill you!” I froze at the sound of my brothers voice yelling in the house.

“Fuck! We have to get dressed!” I jumped up strainted my hair and nearly flew down the tree house. I scrambled to the lawn chairs and acted like I was watching the stars. I knew my brother would defiantly punch Tae a minum if we were caught, and I’d be ground till I moved out of the house for sure if my parents found out.

“Tae! Stay in the tree house… just for a bit…”

“Ok” he whispered back to me”

I go into the house and explain to my brother that tae hand fallan asleep and that I had went to get him a pillow. My brother bough the story and was made that we smoked weed. He brought Tae a blanket and told him he could stay the night since he was high in the living room but better not even think of touching his sister. I couldnt help but laugh. The moment was sweet while it lasted. It was a memory I kept with me and dear to my heart for several years locked away in my Nostalgic Teen years.

In the morning Tae Hyung was gone. A week went by without a text from him nor from I. I was terrified not sure what to do, what to say. His social media was silent other than his girl friend. Looks like they had gotten back together a few days after our tree house play. I was crushed seeing her pictures of them together nearly everyday. Another 7 days went by and still not calls or text messages or visits from him. I was starting to grow angery and bitter.

Finally, on the third week, days before graduation, he texted me that he would meet to talk. I agree, like a pathetic whipped girl in love. He apologized for what happened in the tree house, and he should not have smoked with me. He felt terrible for taking advantage of the situation and begged for forgiveness. I, of course, forgave him to save my pride and told him I only saw him as a friend anyway and it was good for me to get some experience before we left for college and I trusted him and that it was fine and I was fine. I lied. I was far from fine. I was crushed. He then continued to crush my soul and let me know he had decided to attend NYU and would not be staying in Austin to go to college together as we had always planned. It was the beginning of the end for us. The next 4 years between us were never the same, and our friendship was never recovered, never returned to what it was.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #kim taehyung #tae hyung / reader smut #ao3 #taehyung x you #taehyung fanfiction #bts smut #bangtan smut

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dumblildog · 2 months

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so everyday my best friend calls me and we take tokes after my workout and today i told her i wont be able to smoke again till friday when i can go pick up again and she literally goes no you need to be able to get high comfortably everyday and then just sends me weed money???? what a literal angel i love her so much

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What has been your most memorable sexual experience?

most memorable? i don't take this question on a basis of how good it was etc but the first thing that comes to mind (warning might be a story i have adhd and am detail-orientated):

i had went out with a friend to a house party for the typical friday or weekend night shenanigans after a super stressful and long day, so i just wanted to forget n have a nice time lol. long story short there was a cute boy there n the gap between seeing him n feeling him was some drinks, weed, and eye fucking i didnt even know i was doing, a shit faced friend who spoke my thoughts to said boy, and the boy being chill as hell and noticing i was hella uncomfy and asked if i wanted to hide in his room till my ride came and had a nice time lol. it was honestly like maybe the 3rd time i ever had sex? we were both high and i think he was a little drunk but he approached me after my friend verbally sexually assaulted him (💀) and he was actually pretty chill and didn't acknowledge any of that lmfao

as an introvert it was rlly awkward when he came over let alone after my friends comments but i took the opportunity to leave my friend w the person we knew there since we didn't get along when she got drunk, n then after that he basically verbally consensually sexually assaulted me and my weed and horniness took over. i was rlly shy so he mostly talked and i giggled for like probably nearly an hour honestly, so its more memorable for the wholesomeness i think? but he straight up asked if i wanted to do anything at some point and idk what posessed me but i nodded yes. i already told him i was pretty inexperienced so it was slow n he had a condom but it did feel rlly nice and he was sweet, and plus points bcs he fingered me a bit before so i was already pretty wet n open or at least what was open for me. his dick was a decent size so i struggled to fit him including in my mouth (didnt know wtf i was doing on that end either) so it could've been better (ig if i was more stretched or if he had a smaller dick 💀), i wish i knew what i was doing so i could give him the same experience :( i felt so bad. but it was one of my first times and cant blame either end much !! mentally i was super uncomfy, and he felt uncomfy inside for a bit but the magical powers of the vagina got me adjusted a little better and i think overall we had fun.

we pretty much just like giggled and moved onto some weird conversation n got ourself together and awkwardly managed to go back out to the party bcs my ride was there and i basically bolted out red faced and like embarassed like i didn't agree to it or enjoy it 😭 we didnt get numbers or anything n i didnt go back so never saw him since but if i was as stretched as i was now id 100% go for round 2 :3

#asks #anons

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steponmeinejghafa · 1 year

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Face In The Crowd Pt. 1

Summary: The reader is a street magician, and one day, she sees none other than the ever-feared Wraith enjoying one of her shows.

Inej Ghafa x Kerch!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None.

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The night was ordinary. The clubs overflowed with people, hawkers called out for last-minute profits, and the occasional Ravkan tourist group exclaimed at some street performer or the other. The Barrel, though a slum, was forever alive with talent or trickery, which made it a dingy yet magical place in Ketterdam.

Outside on the street, just a few paces from an acrobat, stood an ordinary Kerch girl, her hands working away at a deck of cards smoothly, as she showed tricks to an awestruck ring of people who had gathered around her. Amongst them were adults, children, as well as some tourists, all of whom offered and placed coins in the little hat at the girl's feet.

The tinkling of the money as it hit the hat was music to the magician's ears, and an even broader grin spread over her mischievous features as she showed trick after trick, each more grand than the last.

However, amongst the gasping and exclaiming spectators, there was one person who stood silently, her eyes fixed on the young woman. No one noticed her, and she stood so still she was practically invisible to the people pushing and shoving to get a closer look at the magician.

Normally, no one noticed Inej Ghafa till the last minute, which was usually when she had a knife to their throat. However, she shockingly wasn't missed by the young performer's keen and watchful eye.

The show went on till the crowd decided to thin out and go into the nearby clubs and brothels, leaving the magician with a hat full of change, and a happy heart.

As she stooped to pick up her bag of things, as well as to place the hat inside safely, the girl looked up and met Inej's eye with a calm smile.

"I didn't know the Wraith enjoyed magic shows," laughed the girl, her warm smile hitting the Suli in the heart–something which didn't happen often.

"You'd be surprised," replied Inej, her hands in her pockets. "Are you a street performer during the day, too?"

"Shockingly, no," the magician shook her head, shouldering her bag. "I have the wonderful and entertaining job of being a waitress at that little restaurant down the corner, just past the House of the Blue Iris."

"I didn't catch your name," Inej said, hesitantly, walling beside the girl, who was ignoring calls from the bouncers outside the clubs.

"Oh, I'm Y/n L/n," smiled the girl, Y/n. To the Suli, at the time, the young Kerch seemed like a flower amongst a garden of weeds, down in the Barrel. While everyone was preoccupied and grumpy, this girl found some or the other reason to smile, it seemed.

"Aren't you going to grab a drink like the other performers at this hour?" Inej asked with a frown, as Y/n ignored the fifth bouncer down that street.

"I want to, but the pretty girls are all taken and I haven't enough money to buy myself bread, let alone a proper alcoholic drink," chuckled Y/n. "Sorry, that was dark."

Inej let a small grin ghost over her lips at the performer's attempts to keep things light, and decided to act on how she was feeling. By that, she acted on the sudden burst of kindness she felt towards her, for the Suli was aware of the downsides of living as a tradie in the Barrel.

"Come on over to the Crow Club. Have a drink, and I'll get the bartender to get you some food, too." The Suli suggested hesitantly. After all, she'd only just met the girl, and she was asking her if she could buy her a drink.

Y/n's eyes grew wide as she shook her head, "No, no, I couldn't possibly–"

Inej stopped her with a shake of her head, "Please, I insist."

"I promise to pay you back," said the magician. "Honestly, I'm fine without such luxuries as Friday night treats from pretty women."

"Did you just flirt with me, L/n?" Laughed Inej. It filled Y/n's heart to hear the Wraith's laugh, and knowing that she was the cause of it made it even better.

The Suli steered her to the Crow Club, which was loud and bustling with people. Inej led Y/n to the bar and called for a drink as well as a few sandwiches, just to keep the latter's belly filled.

A Zemeni boy walked up to them, with pearl-handled revolvers glimmering at his hips. "Saints," he gasped dramatically. "Inej Ghafa has brought a guest to the club who isn't a hostage or criminal. Unless..." his gaze fell on Y/n, who was shovelling the sandwiches into her mouth with renowned vigour.

"Shut up, Jesper, she's harmless," sighed Inej. She placed a hand on the magician's shoulder and whispered, "Sorry about him."

"Ah, well, I'll leave you two to getting...acquainted," winked the gunslinger, Jesper, smirking at the Suli, who rolled her eyes and shoved his face back with her hand.

Inej pulled up a chair besideY/n and leaned her crossed arms on the bartop.

"So," she said respectfully, "Tell me a little more about yourself."

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Hi, I'm Anne! I hope you enjoyed this imagine and stay tuned for the next part <3 Feel free to request any character's imagine, btw!

#inej ghafa #inej ghafa x femreader #this woman can step on me and i would say thank you #shadow and bone #x fem!reader

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bellezabelize · 6 months

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✨Weekly Tag Wednesday!✨

Tho here, it's already Thursday

Thanks for the tag @jrooc ♡. I'm a tumblr loner, so no tags from me 😅 hahaha.

how is your day going? Pretty damn shite, have another two hours to work through with an attention span of a goldfish.

are you okay? Nah, if it wasn't for meds I would have a full on depressive episode.

are you single? Indeed.

are you happy about that? Yes, I don't do romance, tho I think it might be nice to have someone to come back to and share the daily shit with.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? Obviously it's Hamlindigo blue 💙.

what age do you feel in your brain? Good question, it tends to swing between 19 and 69.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both? Had a few years between severe depressive episodes, when I was doing crazy shit while maniac, but other than that I don't think I was ever truly happy in a healthy way and currently my life is shit, so I can only hope the actual good times are ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yeah, I do.

did you have a childhood pet? Yes, I had crazy-aggressive rabbit and few other pets, till I finally got my mum to get me my dream dog - a foxterrier. Been with me for 12 years - sadly she passed away when I was about 21.

do you light candles or incense? Incense, then I read tarot for shits and giggles, but apparently what I see helps some people so that's nice? I'm basically younger version of Professor Trelawney, and my room smells like her classroom, lol.

are you busy Friday night? Yeah, team outing. I would skip it, but I've already missed the last one and don't want to be accused of not being into company values. I will have one beer and go home.

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? I used to do gymnastics and I do aireal yoga sometimes so maybe something involving that.

what's the last thing you created? An invoice, lol. Apart from that, the lunch I had today at work - considering I enjoyed it despite the lack of appetite, it was pretty fuckin good.

what is your favourite outfit? Either my pale blue dress, or black tennis skirt with some nice sweater. Unless I'm depressed like today, then oversized hoodie and some yoga pants.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? Fuck, I have too many. Maybe from the top of my head "The Dead Zone" for a book and "Stages of Hope" for a fic.

what are you looking forward to? Long term, getting a new job and leaving my shithole of a country, as for today, smoking weed, cuddling with my cat and reading/watching something.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Fanfictin and Shayne Topp reading reddit stories.

do you like hugs? Depends, I'm very particular about who can hug me. I can really like someone and feel awkward when they hug me, or I can meet someone for the first time and feel comfortable in their arms

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m bitchy and won't sugar-coat, but I will go an extra mile to help you, if you're my friend. Also, I'm not just moody, I'm bipolar. I can ghost people for a week, not because I feel like ignoring them but because holding a conversation even getting out of bed is too much of an effort. And when I go overly mad, that's because I'm maniac, and not just being dramatic for the sake of causing drama. My bank account is really sad when that happens, lol.

#tag game #probably tmi

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Couples Therapy (part 4)

Its finally Friday it has been a full weed since our first visit with Susan. So today we were going back to see here to check in. Today was getting up and getting ready was just like any other day we did the same routine except I had to clean the house before we went to our therapy session. At about one o'clock we were complete ready to go we went downstairs to the car to take us there. It took about 20 minutes to get there, and we got out of the car and went into the big building and go to the top floor on the elevator. We walk out and there is Kristy sitting at her desk looking at stunning as always in a in a brown form fitting dress the came to right about the knee. When we got halfway to her desk she greeted is, "Hello again Mrs. Jennifer Kane welcome back you look wonderful, and Ashley you look amazing you have come a long way this week." She then told us to have a seat and Susan would be with us in a few minutes. So, we sat there waiting in the quiet lobby. I picked up one the magazines on the table to take a look at it. I was reading in a featured article that Dr. Susan Roberts was the number one couples therapist in the city and had an 80 percent success rate among couples. I thought who the writer of this cause was I kind of think this is bull shit. I must have said something out loud or it was written on my face because Jennifer whispered to me, "You need to wait to form you opinion till our therapy is complete." I sat there in silence and kept any snarky remarks that I wanted to make to myself, I didn't want to get in any more trouble.

We had sat there for about fifteen minutes when Kristy tells us we can go in. We go through the big doors and walk straight to the couch in the middle of the room. Susan comes out of the bathroom area and walks over and sits in her big chair. She looks at us and says, "So how are we after a week of treatment?" Before I could build the words and speak Jennifer says, "This week has been great Ashley has come along way and is taking to the changes very well, she is doing all her chores and is doing great at work, even serviced her first BBC from our boss and she loved it." Then Susan tells me to stand up and present myself to her, so I did. She looks at me and inspects me and says, "You are looking very good almost passable. Is she taking the hormones I prescribed?" I was puzzled and think what when did she give me that? Then Jennifer speaks, "Yes twice a day I give it to her." "I am seeing a slight difference but it's way too early to get any results, but you can double the dose," Susan says. I thought that's the pill Jennifer had been giving me and never told me what it was, I was a little upset and, but I wasn't allowed to share my emotions. Then Susan told me to get undressed, so I started to take off my clothes she also to me I could leave my high heels on. I got all the way undressed other than my heels and cock cage. Susan looks at me and says, "Well I do see one result of the hormones, your dick was small before its even smaller in your cage, I may have to get you a smaller one." Then she looked at her tables and did some typing on it. "So, you pass the look test for the week, but we are going to test your behavior next, and we are going to schedule some plastic surgeries to help along with the process," Susan says. I could not resist I burst out and said, "NO NO NO I am not doing that it's too far I have gone along with this whole thing but that is where I put my foot down, I am not changing anything with surgery!" Then Jennifer came up stood next to me and said, "You need to just except the process and let her make the appointments and if we get to the appointment and you haven't changed your mind by then, you don't have to go through with it." I was silent and could not find any more words.

Next Susan walked away from us and went to a closet by the bathroom and pulled out something on wheels. She rolled it over to Jennifer and me. She said, "This is going to be part of your treatment for this week." She then sent a message on her tablet. Then the Door unlocked, and Kristy came through the door and walked over to us. Kristy then took a set of leather cuffs and put them on my wrists and ankles and put a collar around my neck with a leash just like the one we had at home. She then led me to the thing that Susan had pulled out of the closet, it looked like a sawhorse kind of with leather padding. Kristy then said, "Get on or we will do this the hard way." I looked around and Jennifer and Susan both had disappeared to the bathroom. I hesitated and she gave my leash a tug and i resisted. The next thing i know she put a firm fist to my nuts it hurt so back cause they were already sore from having the cage on and not being able to cum for a while. I fell to the floor in pain she said, "Are you going to do what you are told now?" I nodded my head I get up off the floor and get on and straddle the board and she pulled me down so my head was just over the edge, and she connected my wrist cuffs to the bottom of the horse and put my feet still in high heels on a flat plate and connected the cuffs so I could not move and was completely vulnerable and exposed. Then I heard Susan and Jennifer walk out of the bathroom and came over toward me stayed behind me so I couldn't see them. Then Kristy had a syringe full of a liquid and walked back behind me and I feel her squirt some liquid on my butt whole and then stuck the syringe in my butt I winced from the sudden anal breach that was unexpected. She then comes into my view and in front of me and leans over and whispers in my ear, "Oh sissy hubby you are going to love today's treatment have fun Ashley."

Then the next thing I know I feel some one grab onto my hips I was scared and then I saw Jennifer standing right in front of me wearing a leather one-piece bathing suit that hugged her curves perfectly, but she was also wearing a strap on harness with a huge dildo attached to it. Then Susan came around the front on me too and was also wearing a leather one-piece bathing suite with a strap on just as big and had a riding crop in her hand. I looked up at both of them in all their glory looking so beautiful. They whispered to each other and laughed then both moved into position. The next thing I knew Jennifer stuck the huge cock in my mouth and started fucking my mouth and I felt Susan grab my hips again, but this time felt the tip of her large cock on my ass hole. I then felt the pain of the cock spreading my ass hole so wide I screamed over the cock in my mouth. I didn't know which one to think about as Susan pushed her cock inch by inch deeper in my ass there were tears running down my face. A minute later I could feel the large nuts of Susan's dildo on my taint, she was balls deep. She then retracts it almost all the wat out and holds it at just the tip for a minute before shoving the cock back into balls deep I screamed again over the cock in my mouth. Then Susan started bumping it in my ass and fucking my ass hard It felt like she was destroying my ass hole it started to feel good and my whole body was tensing up like I was having multiple orgasms. I was in ecstasy I couldn't help but it, but I was starting to really enjoy it and didn't want it to stop. They both went at it for what felt like forever then they stopped, and both walk over to the couch where on the table they had some bottles of water and got a drink. Then Quickly walked back over to me but this time switched places. Susan without wiping her cock off stuck it in my mouth and I felt Jennifer stick her cock in my ass as it went in so easy from the previous fucking. Then they both went to town fucking me hard again orgasm after orgasm, my mouth at ass were getting sore. Then Kristy walked up to Susan wearing the same outfit at the other ladies it really hugged her big, nice curves and had a strap on as well but the dildo was much bigger that the others longer and thicker. Susan stopped fucking my mouth and pulled out of my mouth as Jennifer still fucking my ass hole. Kristy took her huge cock that would barely fit in my mouth stuck it in and started fucking my tired mouth and made me spit on it. Then Susan brought over this plate that matched the sawhorse I was on and attached it over my back sandwiching my between in the middle. Jennifer stopped fucking me then Susan and Jennifer climbed on top of the top plate and Jennifer on her back and Susan on top of her. Then I felt Kristy behind me and her huge cock pressing against my back door as she pushes it in, and my ass hole spread even more I screamed in pain. Susan put a wet cloth in my mouth it tasted like cum, it was my own cum. Then Kristy stuck her giant cock farther into my ass with every inch it spread my ass hole even more and more. Till I felt her body touching my ass, she then started thrusting the huge cock as hard as she could. It was a crazy feeling I could feel it in my brain and every time she moved it, I saw colors. This was the most intense feeling I have ever had. She destroyed my ass for a few minutes then pulled it out and i Heard Jennifer scream "FUUUCK!" Kristy must have stuck it in her pussy she was moaning and screaming, and I heard kissing from Susan on Jennifer, I heard her cum a few times then next thing I know I was back in my ass. "Uhhhhohhhh aaaahhhh mmmmmmm" again intense feelings going through my body. When Kristy was done, she pulled the cock out and I could tell my ass was gapping open. Jennifer and Susan climbed down, and I heard Jennifer say hold on a minute I want to try something. She then stuck her fish in my ass, and it fit. It felt like she had it into her elbow. Then she said, "I knew that cock was bigger than my arm."

Then Susan and Jennifer went and laid down together on the couch rubbing each other's pussies. Then A naked Kristy returned to me and released me from the sawhorse and pulled me off with the leash attached to my collar. And pushed me on the floor next to it and she squatted down over me, and her pussy and ass were in my face and she lowered her self-till she was sitting on my face and started grinding on me hard like she did before. I was licking and slurping as she road my face she then came and squirted all over my face and body I was covered in her juices. As Kristy was working through her orgasm I could her the muffled noises of Jennifer and Susan cumming at the same time together. Then Kristy got off of me and pulled me up to standing and led me to the shower. We started cleaning ourselves and Jennifer and Susan, both joined us and cleaned themselves too. We all got out dried off and we all had to fix our hair and redo our makeup and we got dressed. We went out and sat on the couch Kristy went back to her desk and Susan sat down and asked me, "Did you like your treatment today, Ashley?" I nodded my head and smiled, and she replied with, "I thought you would like it." Then Jennifer and I collected ourselves and we left and made our way to the car. Jennifer held my arm and put her head on mine, and I was starting to feel closer to her and felt like our marriage was definitely going in a good direction. And at that point was starting to except the new me and my new place in our marriage.

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