#circle skirts are hard dude

[possibly-a-table-or-just-gay]

He angy

Do not insult his swag he made that himself

[rae-writes]

OnlyFantoms???

om brothers x reader

wc : 2.k

warnings : nsfw, gn!reader with skirt wearing (mammon, satan), panties/lingere wearing (satan, asmo), online sharing

synopsis : let's see what the latest trending porn videos are

a/n : for some reason, tumblr desktop is making the symbols bold and way bigger than they're supposed to be, so if you're on desktop just ignore how that looks :/

being asked about it in a livestream

Your legs are spread open for the camera, hooked over your boyfriend’s with no chance of closing them, while his hand is shoved down the front of your bottoms. The other roams your body— sliding up your shirt and wrapping around your throat. Your arms are clearly straining themselves as they hold your body up, all so you could rock your hips against Lucifer’s fingers; though the view is covered by your clothes, the slick sounds are all too clear, giving away how aroused you really were. When your arms finally give out and you fall back against his chest, there’s a shift in the air that you can practically feel as his bicep flexes under the fabric of his shirt, free arm yanking you up higher on his lap so he can finger you harder. Over the sound of your moans and cries for him to ‘please let me cum, been s’good for you, please please please’, you can hear Lucifer’s signature low chuckle and the faint sound of his shaky breathing before he’s giving you permission, outright laughing when you squeal and jerk in his grasp. His hand slips from your bottoms, and though his face isn’t in frame, it’s clear he’s licking your cum off his fingers right before the video cuts off. 

Good grades get rewarded | 0:45 seconds | 108.k views | 100.k likes | 97.k comments 

Lucifer?!

Hand cam hand cam hand cam 

Dude, isn’t Mc a straight A student? THIS IS WHAT THEY GET FOR EVERY A??

I’d good grades too if I had the morning star behind me like this 

^I’d get good grades if I could have Mc in my lap like this tf 

†

Panting and moaning fill the dim atmosphere, mixing in with the faint sound of slapping skin as large hands push and pull at your hips. The camera is positioned only to catch your lower bodies, but through the dark you can still catch the bobbing of Mammon’s adams apple and the curve of your mouth as you place kisses along his jaw. His grip on your hips makes your skirt ride up higher and higher, showing more and more slivers of skin until your entire ass is on display. There’s a shine- the mix of your cum and his- everytime he pulls you up, only to disappear with a filthy ‘shlick’ as he yanks you back down onto his cock. There’s a natural haze to the lens and the windows are entirely fogged up— sweat is beading and rolling down his exposed chest, showing you’ve been at this much longer before the recording ever started. By now, the second born has started emitting whiny growls as he switches to grinding you and the audio picks up a nearly inaudible choked out version of your name before his arms are circling around you and he’s lifting you up slightly with his last thrust. It’s quiet as you pet his hair while he’s busy massaging your waist- and then you're reaching over to grab the camera with a giggle, angling it to see the mess you’ve both made over your clothes. There’s a hushed ‘Lucifer’s gonna kill us-!’ before the screen goes black. 

Greed is the name of the game | 2:45 minutes | 95.k views | 91.k likes | 86.k comments 

A Y O???

PLS mammon sounded so hot 

I don’t know who I’m jealous of or who I’d rather be rn 

I wanna be the car 

Come get y’all’s dinner, we��re eating good toDAY

†

The pretty lighting of the fish tank washes over you, highlighting the red scratch lines trailing down Levi’s abdomen to where you’re placing kisses along his hips and pelvis. The sounds are a bit exaggerated- both to make the demon squirm in embarrassment- and because you’ve got the hood of his jacket thrown up to cover your face. Levi’s got his arms pressed close to his chest, hands gripping the controller so hard the plastic creaks every so often; you can hear the shooting from his game and the frantic mashing of buttons. When you finally take his cock in your mouth, seen by your head bobbing at a fast pace, a loud moan rips from his throat and his hips begin thrusting against your ministrations. The room is filled with whines and whimpers, begs to ‘please go faster’, and your amused laughing. There’s a distinct pop when you pull off his cock and replace your mouth with your hand, all so you could lean up and slam your lips against his. Levi throws the controller to the side, hands scrambling to grab the back of your head and the wrist of the hand that’s jerking him off. He’s practically brainless now as he cries and begs for you to make him cum, switching between that and making those lewd, slick, noises whenever your tongue plays with his. When you command him to cum, he shrieks at the intensity, pulling you closer and closer until you're on top of him and his cum is streaking your clothes. There’s a meek ‘I’m sorry’ and the sound of your giggling before your hands go to the waistband of your pants and the video cuts off. 

Motivation for true gamers | 1:30 minutes | 87.k views | 85.k likes | 74.k comments

Making these sounds my alarm as we speak

WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

Suddenly I’ve become a master gamer 

Never picked up a controller in my life but I’m otw to buy one rn 

Reverse the roles please I beg!! 

†

There’s a fairly large spellbook in your hands as you sit on your boyfriend’s lap at one of the library tables; he has his head buried in the crook of your neck, fingers digging at your hips as he subtly rocks you back and forth over his cock. The side profile shows only your skirt bunched up to your upper thighs and lace green panties tugged down to your knees— everything is completely covered, even when Satan gets bold and begins bouncing you up and down. No sounds are made except for a faint creaking of the chair and the spellbook thudding against the table when your back arches. All movements halt when someone’s shadow passes by, but as soon as they’re gone, your arms reach back to wrap around Satan’s neck, fingers burying in his blonde locks and tugging desperately. You can’t help the way you begin fucking Satan without his guidance or the way short whimpers begin falling from your lips. He lets out a low hiss, wrapping a hand around your mouth harshly to keep things quiet, all while he pushes you forward to bend over the table as he stands. He pounds at you roughly, using the fabric of your skirt to keep your skin from slapping together. The frantic pace doesn’t stop until he’s got you shaking from your orgasm and he’s following along with a muffled growl. Only then does he let go of your mouth and kiss at where his fingers dug in a little too roughly, massaging over your hips as he whispers about a ‘another study session well done’ before the video cuts. 

Shh— quiet in the library | 5:00 minutes | 91.k views | 87.k likes | 82.k comments

regretting never getting into reading after this 

what days do you two go to the library, asking for a friend 

my face was pressed up against the screen the entire video 

can I be the bookmark

putting in my librarian application asap

†

It was a sight that would be found in the best of porn magazines: your body on display with a pretty- expensive- champagne lingerie set that matched the fifth born’s hair color to a tee, while Asmo himself was completely bare, smiling face all dolled up and in frame. What made it even more delicious was his manicured fingers wrapped around his own cock, sliding along the slick area as he gave breathy moans and laughs, all while resting his head on your thigh to watch you pleasure yourself as well. Each bite and lick he delivered to your skin was slow and drawn out, matching the pace each of you were going— but one sharp tug to Azzy’s locks made his back arch with a sharp cry, eyes flashing pink. It’s a blur as he yanks you on top of him, lace-covered ass now on full display for the camera as it bounces along with his movements. The noises are so beautifully vile as you both grind against one another, moans reflecting back that get louder and louder the harder he pulls you down. A few whiny ‘I’m gonna cum!’ exclamations escape him before he forces his cock in you at the last second and practically screams with how intense it made everything feel. There’s thirty seconds of sweet talk and giggling before he’s lifting you up bridal style and you both wag your fingers at the camera before the video ends. 

Dress up, dress down | 8:15 minutes | 123.k views | 117.k likes | 103.k comments 

I can die happy now 

FOR FREE?!?! 

I can’t decide who sounds better or looks better 

^the answer is both 

thank you for the fIVE COURSE FUCKING M E A L 

†

The sound of running water does nothing to hide the sharp sounds of slapping skin or the rumbly growls Beel is letting out. His wings are sparkling under the shower spray, fluttering rapidly as he fucks into you; his muscles flex with each movement, practically showing off to the camera since he has his backside facing it. Your legs, lifted up to his shoulders with your knees to your ears, and your hands gripping tightly at his horns are the only part of you that can be seen. Your voice echoes, though, loud and whiny moans that hitch each time he delivers a harsher thrust. You can see his hands wandering, unable to pick a place to grip or knead underneath his fingertips, just like his head keeps tilting or ducking down to scatter kisses and bites and hickeys over your skin. When his pace finally falters, it’s due to his stuttering hips and an unrestrained moan tears from his throat, followed by ‘c-cumming! G’na cum inside, fuck, fuck—!’ You can see his knees buckle a bit and your hands white-knuckling his horns. He gives a few frantic thrusts before he crushes your body against him and stills, letting the water cascade down your bodies with content sighs. The sound of a door opening echoes, followed by laughter from multiple people, before you’re whispering ‘now how are you gonna sneak me out?’ and the video cuts black. 

A filthy cleaning | 6:26 minutes | 89.k views | 78.k likes | 72.k comments 

Can we talk about his sheer strength?? The muscles?? The effortless pace??

THAT ASS THO 

ain’t never seen a more lucky human 

Is that…the Fangol’s locker room showers-

I— please??

†

For a moment, there’s only giggling and the rustling of blankets to be heard as you crawl onto Belphie’s lap— whose face is completely hidden by the plush pillows surrounding him. There’s a faint huff from the demon as you begin grinding on his lap, which quickly devolves into groans the harder you press against his bulge. It’s not long before he’s full on moaning, though not yet awake, and you’re lifting yourself up to take his cock out. His oversized shirt you’re wearing hides you well- only showing enough skin to tell you weren’t wearing underwear- and shields the way you fist his cock before lining it at your entrance. Belphie stirs then, voice coming out hoarse as he calls your name groggily. You drop down, not bothering to go slow, and the seventh born lets out a high pitched whine, hips raising in surprise before he’s flush against the bed again, letting you fuck him till your hearts content. You do exactly that, with your hands pressed to his chest for support, and his own clawing desperately at your thighs. His voice remains in a higher pitch, moaning and whining and whimpering, getting louder and louder until you let out a sharp demand for him to cum, and then he’s cumming with a broken gasp— all Belphie can do is give choked cries when you keep rocking your hips and the video ends after hearing your ‘nu-uh, baby, not done yet. Still want more.’ 

Wake up call | 7:30 minutes | 84.k views |  80.k likes | 75.k comments 

holy fuck I wanna be belphie so bad 

why don’t I get woken up this way wtf

This! Is! How! You! Do! It! People! 

Can— can we just. Talk about that WHINE THOUGH?! 

The grip on their thighs and hoarse moans are sending me 

[bandgie]

hiiii is ok if i request a stoner smut😭 ( with either han,chan or felix) like y/n and him are smoke buddies and in one of the sessions things get a little hot and heavy 🥲

it’s ok if ur uncomfortable but if you’re not i’d love to see it

-anon 🍃

a/n: yes?!? oh my god?? why give me 3 options when I can do them all?? at the same time??

synopsis: You warned your smoking buddies that you get a little...different when you're really high. They don't believe you though, and smoke you out anyway. Neither of you can decide if it was worst mistake or best decision of your lives.

warnings: MDNI 18+, heavily under the influence, 4some, brief pussy play, no protection, cumming inside, pussy eating, mxm themes!!!, squirting, double penetration, blow job (m!&f!), multiple orgasms (f!), I went crazy with this one I ain't gonna lie

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"Oh dude she's gone."

"You shouldn't have smoked her out man."

"She wanted me to!"

You can distantly hear the three of them arguing. Han is, once again, thrown under the bus as Felix and Chris blame him. To be fair, everyone's high out of their mind. Whatever Felix bought back from California hits.

Han is warm as you snuggle against him, his heartbeat irregular as he keeps defending himself. When you told them you get a little excited when you're super high, they thought you'd be bouncing off the walls. Instead, they had to keep you from clawing Han's cock out to bounce on that.

"I'm not even that high," you speak up for yourself. "I just want a little fun, that's all."

Chan scoffs, bloodshot eyes looking at your droopy ones. "You are that high, actually. The sober you that I know would punch Han before he even thought about touching you."

The image of slapping the man you're sitting on makes you laugh hysterically. You're gasping for air, clutching at your chest as you cackle. Your exaggerated laughter makes Felix chuckle, and it doesn't take long until all four of you are on the verge of throwing up from giggling. 

"But I like the way he feels," you manage to speak after your chest heaves. "Hannie's so soft and warm, it feels so good." It's not smart of you to talk like that when Han's cock is underneath your ass. You can feel like twitching in response. 

You softly grind your ass against it, humming. "You like it too, huh Hannie? Do you want to touch me?"

"Hey. That's enough," Chan's voice is stern, but you don't miss how his eyes drop to your bare thighs. Han freezes under you, scared that moving might make his cock hard. 

You roll your eyes and grind against Han again, hearing him hiss. "For fucks' sake Chan, I'm high, not drunk." There's not a care for the aftermath in your head. It feels as though there'll be no repercussions, that time has frozen still for you. For this moment. 

Still, Chan shakes his head. "Doesn't matter, you're not in the right mind."

"If you don't wanna fuck me Chan, Hannie will." You turn your attention back to Han, who's struggling under you. He's hard now, but his hands stay placed on the cushions. "You'll play with me, right Han?"

His eyes dart from yours to Chan's, unsure. "I dunno. What if you get mad at me in the morning?" You coo at his uncertainty. Reaching for his hands, you place them on your hips. His fingers dig into your soft flesh, pulling you closer to him. 

"I would never be mad at you," you promise. "Just touch me."

That’s enough permission for Han. He parts your thighs while Felix and Chris are front-row viewers. Getting high was just an excuse, you've always wanted him to touch you. For all of them to touch you. It's why you didn't wear any shorts under your skirt. A black thong barely covers your cunt, and Han is quick to play with it. 

His fingers slip behind the material, finding your clit easily. He gently rubs you in circles, moaning in your ear. Han slips his hand out and places it over your underwear, rubbing that instead. 

It makes you whine, bucking your hips in protest. You're about to complain when you catch the other two boys staring. Felix is on the edge of his seat, staring at where Han touches you. Chan is the opposite, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in his seat. He looks irritated but there's dark arousal in his eyes. 

You let Han make a show of you, getting you to drip down your ass. 

"Fuck," you hear Felix swear. His voice sounds deeper if that was even possible. His lips are wet from how constantly he's licking them, but he makes no move towards you.

Han pinches your clit. The sudden grasp makes you whine, hips lifting in the air before he forces you back on his lap.

"I don't have a condom," he whispers in your ear. You shake your head aggressively, "I don't care. Put it in."

Chan opens his mouth to say something but snaps it shut. His jaw clenches as he watches Han slips his hand between the two of you, releasing his throbbing cock. He doesn't want to hear you complain in the morning about this, it's your fault. 

Han pulls your panties to the side and slides his cock against your folds. You arch your back into him, moaning. You look down to watch his dick collect your juices, lewdly making noise. Then he angles his cock down, catching your entrance.

You have to slightly lift your hips when his tip goes in. The stretch is far from painful, and it feels like you're on cloud nine. You slam your hips down on Han impatiently. He whines behind you, body shaking and his arms wrap around your waist.

It's a struggle to keep your legs open for the other men to see, but you hook them over Han's legs for support. Han starts slow, unused to the feel of your cunt. He groans in your neck, biting your skin. "Fuck, that's good pussy."

You only hum in response as you feel Han fuck into you harder. It sends overwhelming shocks of pleasure throughout your body. Your mind grows hazy, vision blurring. You've touched yourself while high, and that alone was a trip. To have someone bury themselves deep inside you, to feel their hot dick slip in and out of you, it feels like you're at a constant high. 

Felix is the first to break. He stands to his feet quickly and takes long strides toward you. Han slows his thrusts, unsure if Felix wants a turn with you already. He grips you a little tighter, possessively. 

Both of you are shocked to see him fall to his knees in front of your pussy. He pushes the thong further out of the way with his thumb, looking up at you. 

"Can I?"

You're nodding before he even finishes, "Fuck yes." 

You cum at the feel of Felix's plush lips. Your walls clench and grip Han's cock tightly, making him thrust into you deep. Felix has to keep his hands on your thighs to keep you still. It's obvious you came with the high-pitched moans and convulsing body, but neither of them made a move to stop. 

"Shit, I can feel her creaming on my cock. Fuck, Felix lick me too," Han rasps out. 

Felix is quick to comply. You feel his tongue dip past your pussy presumably only onto the few inches of Han's cock that isn't in your pussy. Han trembles behind you, hips stuttering into yours. Felix reaches back up to your clit, running his lips over your nub before he lightly sucks. 

You don't have much energy to grind on his pretty face, so you lay there pliant as Han fucks into you earnestly and as Felix gently eats you out. You bury your hands into Felix's green hair, desperate to grip onto something.

The hot sensation builds in your stomach again, this time much more intensely. Han can feel the clenching of your walls, the added wetness your pussy drools out. The pressure in your tummy feels different, hotter, and unstable.

"Felix!" You cry out. "I'm gonna cum again! Fuck, I think I'm gonna squirt!"

You think he might back away, but he buries his face deeper, sucks a little harder. "Give it to me baby, I want it all over my face."

The force of your second orgasm makes Han's cock slip out. Felix's face and Han's thighs are victims of your release. You coat them sheer with your orgasm, watching how Felix keeps his mouth open to drink your release. 

He gulps down the remaining spurts of your pussy, a smile on his face. "Yeah, Han. That's good pussy alright." Felix stands, looking down at your wrecked state. He bends down and kisses you roughly, making sure you can taste yourself on his lips. Then he moves behind you to kiss Han who already has his tongue out. Both of them moan in the kiss, making your pussy throb even more. 

Felix unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants just down enough to reach for his cock. You drool at the sight, moaning softly. He pumps himself a few times, then taps his tip on your swollen clit. 

"Think you can handle two at a time baby?"

Before you can even think to answer, Han butts in. "You should be asking me that. I don't think I'll last much longer." The two of them laugh, and then Felix looks back at you. "Can you?"

Biting your bottom lip, you nod. "Yeah, just go slow." Han and Felix nod in unison, "Of course baby." 

The two of them angle their cocks into your slightly gaping entrance. Han pushes the tip of his cock in first. Felix follows quickly after, pressing his tip against Han's. You let your head fall back between Han's neck and shoulder, relaxing your body. It's quite easy since you are already elated, but there's still a painful stretch as they slide in.

You hiss when they stretch you out, their cocks halfway in. Han tightens his grip on your waist and pecks your forehead. Felix soothingly runs his hands against your thighs and kisses your exposed neck. "Doing so good, you're almost there."

Their comforting touches encourage you to try harder. They sink further in and you gasp. 

"Chan," Han calls his hyung who's been overly silent throughout the whole thing. You almost forgot he was there. 

"What?"

"Think our baby needs a bit of help. Come on."

Chan shouldn't help. He told you many times this was a bad idea, but no one listened. Still, watching your teary eyes get to him. The way your face contorts from discomfort. You looked so pretty cumming over Han's cock, he can't imagine what'd it be like to cream over both. 

He finds himself standing and walking over to you three, standing beside Felix. 

"Mate, you need to Han bottom out first. Here." Chan hands one hand on Felix's waist while the other guides your stomach downwards. Han moves his hips up, slowly filling your walls. You squeal and tremble, but it's bearable. 

"There you go," Chris coos. "Make sure you go deep Han. Felix needs as much room as he can get."

Han obeys his friend, making sure to bury himself to the hilt. You feel him push past what you thought was possible. Your legs threaten to snap shut, but Felix's iron grip keeps them open. Han can feel how tight your pussy is, how good it feels to rub against Felix's cock.

Chan taps the green-haired on the waist, "You're good to go."

"Oh," your eyes roll back to your head. Your lips spread deliciously when Felix pushes the remaining inches in. You can feel how your clit slightly rubs against his girth, making extra warmth flow out of you.

Your reactions make Chan chuckle, smiling for the first time in what seems like hours. "Feels good huh? Taught him well." He playfully slaps Felix on the ass. 

The two of them feel heavenly in your walls. All three of you are a moaning mess, content with staying still. It's not until Chris clears his throat that Han begins to move. Shallow thrusts into your pussy that make the trio whimper.

Felix moves with longer strokes. They don't match each other's thrusts, but the speed is the same. One goes in while the other goes out, then sometimes it's at the same time, then it's everything in between. Your walls loosen after a few testing strokes, and they're fucking into you roughly in no time.

Chan tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, getting a good view of your face. It's then that you notice his hard-on, how painful it must be in his jeans. Wordlessly, you open your mouth, tongue lolling out. Chan laughs at your directness, "You sure?"

You respond by using your weak fingers to unzip him, "Yesssss."

He laughs again and helps you undress him. His cock is the biggest of the three, in girth and length. You're thankful he isn't in you, there's no way you could've handled it. Chan taps the head of his cock on your lips, smearing his pre-cum. 

Then he pushes in gently, not to disrupt the boys using you. He's hot and heavy on your tongue, slightly salty. Truthfully, getting as high as you did always leaves you with a dry mouth. You find it difficult to provide enough spit for Chan's cock.

He doesn't complain though, and never pushes you past your limit. Chan uses his hands to jerk what you can't fit in your mouth. You want to protest and say you can do it yourself, but with how good Felix and Han are fucking you, it seems impossible. 

Han's cock twitches inside you, a warning for his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck baby I'm gonna cum in you." 

You hum around Chris's cock in response, and soon enough you're filled with Han's cum. It's warm in your stomach and you feel it pool onto the sofa. Felix moans at the extra lubrication, finding it hot to see him fuck the cum out of you. 

Han's cock stays inside of you. He likes to think Felix and you help ride out his high. He turns his head to watch you suck off Chan, groaning. Han opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, looking up at Chan expectedly. 

The eagerness in Han's eyes has the older man raising an eyebrow, but he indulges nonetheless. Chan slips his cock from your mouth and places it on Han's tongue. 

Han is in a better condition to suck. He even does the honor of spitting on Chan's dick. He licks and takes his cock almost to the hilt before gagging. The sight makes Chan moan, and he puts his dick back in your mouth. Your lips are much softer and your mouth is hotter. Han's is wetter though, and much more usable. Chan settles for using both of your throats.

You're thankful for Han helping, it's hard to focus with Felix still pounding away. His fingers are for sure going to leave a bruise, and your pussy may not be the same after this. With your warm pussy and Han's cock, Felix can feel his balls tighten and how his hips lose their momentum.

He doesn't warm you when he cums. There's just his deep, consecutive moans as Felix fills you to the brim. Your legs tremble, and you're cumming before you're aware of it. Chan has to use Han's mouth more often as you moan and whimper through your orgasm. 

Felix rides his high out when Chan forces your head to face his cock. He jerks himself quickly, tapping his tip on both your and Han's tongues. Chan cums on both of your faces, hot spurts landing on your cheek and lips. 

Your tongue pokes out to get a taste, moaning. 

Felix finally pulls out, making you whine. Han follows suit, letting his soft cock leave you empty. Chan lets you give his cock extra kisses while Han unwraps an arm from you to wipe his face. 

Chan has to pry you away from his dick, chuckling when you protest. He tucks himself away despite your complaining. 

The four of you untangle from each other. Though the couch is small, all of you manage to snuggle against one another with you and Han in the middle. All of you are shining in afterglow and cum, with complete disregard for how you might react in the morning. 

Han picks his head up to overlook all of you, a playful scowl on his face. "And you were mad at me for smoking her out."

a/n: man i...I dunno what to say. this is totally self-indulgent. the way I need this to happen. thank you anon 🍃, I truly needed this

[papaya-twinks]

ideas seem better when they’re just ideas - l.n - part 2

Warnings: Dark, 18+, smut, angst, innocent reader

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando is manipulative and my toxic ass finds it hot

@noneofyourfbusinessworld

part 1

Lando has been surprisingly nice about your little date with the dude. He’d let you have a few breaks and hadn’t worked you as hard. “You alright after that guy?” he asked you, a few days after the dinner date. “I guess,” you shrugged, you were still hurt by it, blissfully unaware of Lando’s intervention, but still a bit sad. “He wouldn’t have treated you right anyways,” he mumbled, almost as if he hadn’t mean to.

You frowned a bit, cocking your head. “What do you mean? Did you know him?” you hadn’t told Lando any personal details of the man. Your boss shook his head, “I was just saying,”. He nodded, standing behind you as you clicked on the computer still, typing in dates. “Nothing today, then,” he bent down, reading over your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath along your neck, trying to keep focus on the work.

“N-No,” you confirmed, your voice coming at a stutter, which you cursed yourself for. “You good?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as his hand came to your waist, still reading over your shoulder. You nodded, his fingers tugging at the material of your blouse, his other hand coming onto your arm. “You’re done with work for now,” he closed the laptop lid, his hand falling to your thigh and rubbing small circles on it.

You felt your body press up against his, the hand that was on your arm immediately coming to your chin. “You want this,” he said, it wasn’t a question, more a statement. You weren’t even sure if you did, your eyes wide as you felt his lips trail along your jaw. “You do,” he said more firmly, gripping your chin as he made you stand up, lifting you into his arms. You shrieked as he carried you into the bedroom, shutting the door - locking it, before throwing you onto the bed.

You gasped as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off as he unbuttoned your blouse. “Lando…” you trailed off, unsure what to say as his lips came to your neck. “You want this, Y/N,” he said, “I’m giving you what you want,”. You nodded. He made you believe you wanted this, you wanted him. And you let him. His hands cupping your breasts, still underneath your bra, tugging at your small skirt.

You let him remove it, your cheeks flushed red. Many girls dreamed of this was Lando, so why were you…unsure? “Y/N, you want this,” he repeated, pushing your thong to the side and pressing his fingers against you, making the doubts sink away and the pleasure fill it. “See?” he said, pushing into you as you gasped, his thumb circling your clit. “It’s for you,” he pulled out after a few pumps of his fingers, before pulling his own joggers down.

You watched as his cock sprang against his abdomen, his hands coming gripping your thighs as he pulled you towards him. He pushed in, a moan escaping your lips before he moved, in and out of you, slowly getting faster. A few minutes of this, and you immediately felt your high coming up, the knot in your stomach unraveling as you shrieked, feeling yourself spill onto him as he pulled out, his cum coming out in thick ropes. “I told you, Y/N, you asked for it, right? You wanted this, yeah?” he watched as you panted.

“Yes,”.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Shidou Chubby NSFW

Shidou Ryusei x Chubby Fem Reader

cw… creampie, implied second round, friends with benefits, chubby reader, female reader, panties, pervert Shidou, slight voyeurism, choking, most clothed, slutty Shidou, pregnancy mention, and dom Shidou

notepad… dude this one took so long to get inspo. But I like it ish. Cause I wanted to do chubby reader but I’m not still good at it so uh work with me. I also have a Jude Bellingham ready and a sniper Poe one ready.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, and a hand was placed on your lips, muffling your screams while you were dragged into an empty classroom. The hand let go of your lips directly after being dragged into the class, and the door was shut. You turned to see Shidou Ryusei, the one man who has allegedly fucked almost all the women who attended the school.

"What the fuck, Shidou!" He shushed you and pulled you close to him by your hips, his big hands holding onto your dips.

"I missed you, baby…" He dragged out the last word, placing his lips against your neck. 

"Shidou, you’re such a fucking dog." You groaned while attempting to push him off of you.

"Your panties just aren’t enough. Your smell is almost gone." He muttered, holding you close, his hands lowering down to your ass. Gripping the fat from your ass.

"I’ll just give you the ones I’m wearing." You said this to him, and he shook his head. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to shove himself into you and feel pure bliss. 

"I want you, baby; don’t do this to me." He moved his hands and began to touch your tummy, holding your belly fat with nothing but admiration. God baby, you are so soft, and I just want to put myself in your cunt." He groaned. 

"Shidou, just take my panties." He chuckled, grabbing your waist while picking you up as if you were light as a feather. He walked you over to a classroom window and pressed you to the window. As your breast squished against the window. "Shidou, you are just a horny bastard." 

"Is there a problem with that?" He gripped your thighs while lifting your skirt.

"Shidou I’m pressed against the window, you can’t possibly just- ah!" You whimpered as you felt Shidou's hand come into contact with your ass. Shidou was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled with the impact.

"Why should it matter, just shows who you belong to." He placed his head on your neck, his hands roaming your chubby body. He loved how soft you felt and how you felt perfect in his arms. 

"Shidou, we’re just fuck bud- oh god-" You moaned as his hand went down to your cunt and began to circle his fingers on your clit, his other hand gripping your breast. Your hand is placed against the window.

"You’re such a slut." His one hand continued to rub circles as your legs shook from the pleasure. 

"Don’t stop." You breathed out while his hand stopped. "Shidou!" You groaned, annoyed. 

"Sorry, baby, but I just need to stuff you." You tried to protest and call him an asshole, but in that moment, you felt his cock pressed against your entrance. 

"How did yo-" you cut yourself off as your hands slammed against the window, feeling his tip enter you. 

"Don’t ask questions." He groaned as he slammed himself into you, his hands traveling up  to your breast. You nodded weakly, while his hands held your hips dips, keeping you in place while he slammed his cock into your gummy walls. He loved how you took him in as your mouth opened up to moan loudly. 

"Shid-" You cried as you used one of the hands pressed against the window to cover your mouth. 

"Aww, don’t be fuckin quiet." He leaned down to your ear, nibbling on your ear, and slammed into you harder, allowing you to squeak out a louder moan. His left hand released your hip, keeping his right hand still on your hip and his left gripping your neck as you gasped for air, removing your hand from your mouth.

Your cunt squeezed onto him, throbbing around his cock. You were trying to catch your breath as Shidou fucked you hard. Moans leaving you shamelessly, Shidou wasn’t afraid to moan into your ear, telling you how amazing your pussy is. 

"Let me cum in you." He groaned, and you shook your head. 

"Don’t- ah- you fucking dar-" You let out a loud scream as your legs shook; it wasn't an orgasm, but you were so fucking close as you lost your footing, and Shidou kept holding you against the window. "They- th- they can see- us..." You dragged out the last word as he slapped your ass.

"Fuck…" He could now barely let out full sentences as you hugged him well against your gummy walls. His cock started to twitch inside of you. 

"Fuck nervemind, please cum in me." You cried, and he chuckled lowly into your ear. His hands pulled you back from the window and put you directly bent on the desk. His hands gripped your hips, and he rammed himself harder into you. Your hands grip the desk, trying to stay up, and your legs feel weak.

The room sounded lewd with skin slapping and your slick dripping down your chubby thighs. Shidou loved your chubby figure, and he loved fucking it any way he wanted. You began drooling on the desk, you could squeeze him tighter again. Until Shidou groaned loudly, fucking you hard, hot ropes of his cum in you. You haven’t reached your high, and Shidou, knowing this, pulled at your hair, forcing you up as he thrust his orgasm into you.

You moaned as your legs gave out, crying out loudly, ignoring the fact that you were still at school. Shidou pulled out of you, keeping you stable on the desk while watching his cum pull out of your cute pussy.

"You… have to… buy me a plan B." You groaned as you tried to catch your breath. 

"In return for your panties." He smirked, and you tried to turn to smack him.

"I let you cum in me; get me a plan B or I will kill you. I offered my panties at first." Shidou smirked, leaning down to your pussy placing your thighs around his neck. You gasped as his cold tongue piercing touched your clit. You tried to pull back from the stimulation as you felt overwhelmed. Shidou, you fuck- ahh."

[valiantroeagleangel]

Ruffilo's alphabet

Nicholas Ruffilo x female reader

After the Will Ramos one, one of you asked me to do Bad Omens's alphabets so here we go. Starting with Ruffilo my beloved. This is obviously NSFW.

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier @cncohshit

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Princess treatment. This dude is getting you everything you need without you asking. If it was dirty and painful he is running you a bath afterwards. If all you need is comfort and a hug don't even bother yourself by asking, he will know and you'll be immediately in his arms.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If we are talking ass and boobs this is an ASS DUDE ladies and gents. Saw a picture of one of his girlfriends one day, don't know if she still is, but that girl had THIGHS and ASS. Guys, I swear the booty was serving.

That aside I think Nicholas is really romantic and would love your smile or something like that. Maybe your eyes because they light up when you talk about something you love.

And on him it gotta be his hair, it's so fucking shiny and pretty I hope he is aware of that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I had this strange headcanon that he likes to finish on the small of your back in doggy style. Why? I don't know but this is the vibe I'm going with. Or maybe watch it drip down your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

JERKED OFF WITH NOAH ONCE. I'm sorry but the bromance between these two is too sus, especially during their younger years.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows what he is doing. Especially fingering. I mean come on he plays BASS. The fingers are skilled and don't get tired.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Everything I can imagine with Nicholas is doggy style or maybe you on your knees, looking at him from under. I don't know if it counts as a position but I'm pretty sure he loves the view.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No jokes are involved in bed. This dude is so focused that he will not break his character. Either if it's the dom Nick or Sub Nick headcanon he is always so serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Groomed. Well groomed. This dude's hair is so perfect that I'm pretty sure he takes care of it even down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic baby as fuck. Maybe he won't express it with his words but 👏actions ladies👏. He will set up the romantic stuff. Take you to dinner and then when you go home, he will slowly get you in the mood with candles and stuff.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off a lot. Maybe it's because I love that idea of him jerking off but please- he is doing it and he loves it. Sometimes he calls you while doing it, loving how nasty things are going.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. No explanation needed. He'll take you doggy style and pull your hair so that his lips are meeting your shoulders as he talks dirty to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed because he likes it long and uninterrupted.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Do you see this situation where you are wearing a skirt or a dress and when you sit down how thick your thighs can turn and how it makes your skirt roll up? This dude is going feral for this. He is going to grab your thighs so hard and you know you're good for one.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CNC, dubious consent, these kind of things.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

BLOWJOBS PEOPLE. 👏 Back to the position headcanon but he dies for you to get on your knees, looking at him with doe eyes as he looks down. His large hand at the roots of your hair, he massages your head as you just unbutton his pants, still not breaking the eye contact.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Very controlled in his moves you know. Will slowly thrust into you but in a very precise way, a little bit sporty. I don't see him going fast and rough in a messy way, like he is going crazy. Nope, that's not for him, he will go rough, fast if you want but he will stay in control. Even with the sub Nick headcanon, this dude knows how to handle himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't enjoy them much but isn't against it. He would rather fuck you nice and slow for hours long but if it's all you can do then he will take it. It's still sex and he enjoys it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

One day I read a fic on AO3 about Nick fucking you in the bathroom next to the rest of the band and I'm going feral for this. Risky in the risky public sex kind of way. Besides that, will experiment but nothing too crazy I think. Is naughty but not a freak or he is hiding it very well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has stamina for sure, dude is going for hours. Once again he is controlling himself so if he wants to fuck you dumb all night long he will fuck you dumb all night long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Has toys for himself, uses them once in a while you know. If he is away for a long time he will use some but I don't see him using toys much with you. He doesn't have anything against it, he just doesn't enjoy them. He likes the connection that he can have with you during sex and he feels more intimate without them. They are good to help out when you guys are separated that's all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Will tease you but he isn't a bitch. He likes to play, enjoys your reactions but won't make you cry or beg to come. He is not that much of an asshole. Once again I think he is a balance between like the cold dom and the romantic lover.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Isn't that much of a vocal person. Maybe he will groan into your ear, breathe loudly or moan occasionally, but he isn't like super loud or expressive.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He watches weird hentai. Who do you think introduced Noah to this?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Massive and heavy. That's all I need to say.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I would say multiple times a week? But it can be really long so that's definitely not every day or multiple times a day. Once again it's all about balance.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I don't think he really is the type to just go straight to sleep and snore a few seconds later. He will cuddle you for a bit, make sure you're alright and that everything is fine. Aftercare and then when you're both in good condition he will put you to sleep.

[amsbabygurl]

dress - a.m.

made your mark on me, a golden tattoo - auston matthews x fem!reader

a/n - this will be my first actual fic so pls be nice...

this fic contains a lil swearing and s m u t - fingering (that's it... keeping it tame for now)

18+ below the cut!

you love going to events with auston, you really do. to you, there was nothing better than getting all dolled up just to spend the night on his arm, politely greeting all the members of the nhl while being whisked around by your gorgeous boyfriend. he also makes it incredibly hard to focus on anything around you, as his large hand splayed across the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass, rubbing small circles in the silk fabric.

you know he's just trying to soothe you, as a room full of people this important to him and his career could be rather intimidating, but instead of being comforting, it was making you feel other things.

you press your lips to the shell of his ear, "i'm going to get another glass of champagne, do you need anything?" you whisper. he turns his head to look at you and softly shakes his head.

"don't be too long now love," he whispers back, ghosting a kiss onto your cheek, so he doesn't ruin your makeup. you smile up at him and nod, slowly skirting away through the scattered crowd to the bar.

this might sound cliché, but damn, auston hated it when you left his side but he did love to watch you leave. you look incredible tonight, the dark blue dress he picked out for you hugging your curves so perfectly. damn is he ever lucky.

still staring at you as you stop at the bar to get another drink, mitch clears his throat, grabbing auston's attention. "dude, you're basically drooling. it's almost embarrassing," he observes with a low chuckle. auston whips his head around to look at him.

"i just don't like leaving her alone at these things when she looks that good," he emphasizes. he knew if anyone would understand it would be mitch.

in the meantime, you ask the bartender for another glass of champagne, and he nods, quickly moving out of sight to grab you some. you look up and down the bar, not recognizing anyone, until a soft hand presses into the small of your back. but it isn't auston's hand. you know exactly how his hands feel. you slowly turn your head, hoping not to appear too startled, and come face to face with no other than pierre luc dubois.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" he whispers, getting a little too close to your ear for your liking, feeling his hot breath on your face.

"i'm not here alone. i happen to have come with my boyfriend," you say to pierre, rather loudly, hoping to get someone's attention, hoping they might rescue you.

"i don't see him here though" he whispers again. you're growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and with the bartender still gone fetching more champagne, your eyes scan the crowd looking for auston. he's not where you left him. an uneasy feeling settles in you as you give pierre a polite smile.

"i need to go to the bathroom," trying to give him an excuse and a reason to slip away and find auston. but he doesn't let his hand off of your back. "pierre, please let me go," you plead.

he starts to wrap his hand around your waist, when a deep voice comes from behind you. "i think she told you to leave her alone dubois."

auston.

you feel yourself physically relax, as his hand reaches out and wraps around your own, gently pulling you away from pierre's side. you grip onto his arm with your free hand, squeezing it gently in a silent thank you. pierre grunts, and with a nod, he walks away. you turn to face your boyfriend, his expression stern and hard.

"hey, it's okay. i'm okay my love," you say gently, your hand reaching up to cup his face. your thumb running soothingly over his cheekbone. he looks at you and his gaze immediately softens. you smile at him.

"i'm sorry baby, i shouldn't have let you off on your own. you look way too good for me to even think about letting you out of my sight," he whispers into your ear, both of his strong hands gripping your hips. you blush at his praise, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. he must have other intentions than an innocent thank you kiss, as he presses harder against you, pulling your hips closer to him as he tries to pry your lips apart with his tongue.

"aus," you whisper, "we can't do this here. there's too many people."

"i know baby, i just want everyone to know that you're all mine," he whispers back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your jaw "let's get out of here yeah?" you nod quickly, and he turns you gently so your walking in front of him, a hand on your back that slowly slides down until it's resting firmly on your ass. you can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. as much as pda isn't normally your thing, you can't help but feel a swell of pride wash over you. no matter what happens he always takes you home with him.

the drive home is tense. not because he was mad at you, auston could never be mad at you, but because the tension brewing between you is so thick in the front seat of his car. his large hand has found it's normal spot against your thigh, but it's slowly creeping closer and closer to the heat at your core. you've been aching for his fingers ever since he kissed you so passionately in that room full of people. like he was reading your mind, his hand slides further and further up, until the pads of his fingertips are tracing your slit through the lacy thong you had put on just for him.

"aus" you moan, feeling the way his fingers slowly made their way up to circle gently around your clit.

"what do you need baby, hmm? use your words," he says as he stops touching you completely. you whine from the lack of contact.

"i need your fingers in me auston, please," you beg. a smirk crosses over his handsome features as he moves your underwear to the side, giving him easy access, allowing his fingers to slip inside of you.

"shit baby, all this is for me?" he growls, as he starts to pick up the pace, thumb still circling your clit. you let out a moan, unable to say anything as the pleasure is building inside of you. "only i get to see you like this, becoming a sloppy little mess just because of my fingers." you let out a small mewl at his words. "tell me baby, tell me i'm the only one that will ever see you like this."

"i'm all yours aus, always yours," you pant out, words becoming harder and harder for you as you start approaching the edge.

"that's my good girl," he says "now i want you to come for me baby. let me feel you come undone on my fingers." with these final words of encouragement, you let go. clenching and unclenching on his fingers, as he continues his slow movements, working you down from your high.

you turn to look at him as he pulls into the parking lot at your shared apartment. his pupils are dilated, as he brings up his cum soaked fingers to his lips and sucks the taste of you off of them. he moans at the taste and you whimper from just watching the scene. he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, hand coming up so his fingers can weave into the hair at the nape of your neck, allowing him to pull you into a searing kiss. you moan at the contact and the taste of you on his tongue.

"c'mon baby, let's go upstairs so i can take care of you properly," he whispers into your lips as his hand comes you rest on your thigh once again. you nod, getting out of the car, grabbing his hand and letting him lead you up the stairs. you are in for a long night.

a/n - if you made it through this, BLESS. also lemme know if you want a part two hehe

[write-orflight]

Townie (S. H x Reader)

**Gif Not Mine**

Pairings: Steve HarringtonX Reader (Enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 5K

Warnings: SMUT!! Language, lewd conversation, Mean Reader, Mean Steve, Soft!Dom!Steve, Over-stimulation, Oral sex(Female receiving), fingering, sexual content. unprotected sex

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: The five times you should’ve hated Steve Harrington and the one time you didn’t.

A.N: Named after Townie by Mitski. This is a terrible 5+1 fic. This fic is so shitty, like its not good at all. but it’s over 5K words so I’m not going to not post it. If you like it, please comment and reblog it. it would mean the world to me. No taglist because it’s different than my other stuff. Also if you want to be tagged in my new Steve Harrington “The Bear” AU fic, inbox me. Much love Cia 

It was no secret you and Steve did not get along. 

You don’t know how it started, neither of you really talked in high school, having run in different circles. Him with the popular crowd and you with the band kids. You knew Steve as the King of Hawkins High, untouchable and frankly, an asshole. Now that your town has essentially turned into a horror movie that you both found yourself sucked into. You learned that Steve was actually pretty down to earth and kinda a dweeb but still an asshole. 

Especially to you. 

The first time was when Dustin somehow managed to talk you into taking him to the mall. You’d known Dustin since he was a kid, You were his regular babysitter and neighbor so you always found it extremely hard to say no to the kid. When you entered the mall, you fully expected to browse on your own, leaving Dustin to find his friends and meet later. It was only when you got there that you realized Dustin’s ulterior motive was for you to meet his new “friend” he made while you were away at college. You were happy Dustin was coming more out of his shell and meeting new people outside his party, you had been worried about the kid when you left. However, what you were not expecting when you entered the small ice cream shop, was to come face to face with the King of Hawkins, himself, dawned in the most ridiculous sailor suit. 

“Dude!” Steve greeted excitedly, when he saw the gap-tooth smile of his friend. 

“Dude!” Dustin greeted back. “This is Y/N, my neighbor, I was telling you about.”

“Oh, Y/N..” Steve trails off, pondering for a second. “You look really familiar.” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the man. Of course, he didn’t remember you. “We went to high school together.” You say. 

Steve hums for a second, thinking. “Oh, tuba girl!” Steve says, your face turns beet red as he remembers the single most humiliating moment of your high school career.

“Tuba girl?” Dustin asks, tilting his head in confusion. 

“Oh my god, it was so funny! She went the wrong way during a pep rally, ran head first into a tuba.” Steve laughed. Part of you was gracious that Steve left out the part where your skirt also flew up, giving the entire gym a view of the pink underwear you decided to sport that day. But that part of you was already filled with rage. “You know, you kinda disappeared after that.” 

“Well, I had all the credits I needed to graduate and early admission, so I didn’t see the point of sticking around while everyone called me Tuba Girl, thanks for that by the way.” You said, rolling your eyes. 

Steve scoffs at you. “Oh my god, you really think you’re better than me.” 

You look him up and down in his ridiculous work uniform. “What was your first clue?” 

You could tell Steve was really starting to get irritated with you now. “What do you have that I don’t have?” 

“Well, friends my own age for one.” You snap back. Everyone in the Scoops Ahoy winced, including a brunette girl with shorter hair you recognized as Robin, from band class. You looked guiltily at Dustin. “No offense, Dusty.” You added. The younger boy shrugged. 

You watched Steve’s face get red with anger. “Well, maybe you didn’t get made fun of because you fell in a tuba. Maybe it was because you were a bitch who acted like you were better than everyone!” That made everyone wince again and you fight back tears entering your ducts. 

You lifted your bag higher on your shoulder. “You know what, I don’t need this.” You turn to Dustin. “I’m going to be at the mall entrance in 4 hours and if you meet me there, I’ll treat you to a movie. Okay, kid?” Dustin nodded and you scruffed his hair but not before throwing another nasty look at the man in front of you.

The second time was after Dustin let you in on his secret life of fighting monsters and secret russian facilities. 

You could’ve lived fine without the knowledge to be honest. You didn’t like the idea of Dustin constantly putting his life in danger. Much less, in the hands of that idiot, Steve Harrington, so you decided it was time for you to step in.

You were sneaking around Starcourt mall. You and Dustin were on one side of the hall, Robin and Steve were all the way down the other end of the hall. You waved your hands to the two of them, trying to signal them to go left. 

“What?” You hear the crinkly buzz of the walkie talkie exclaim from Steve. You roll your eyes and signal again. 

“We don’t understand you, I don’t understand why you insist on using dumb ass signals when we have walkies!” 

You flip the bird at Steve down the hall before speaking into the walkie. “Do you understand this signal?! I’m sure you’ve seen this one a lot, dickhead!” 

“Guys.” Dustin exasperates. “Can you save the bickering until we’re out of danger?” You nod apologetically before sneaking further down the hall.

The third time was shortly after the explosion of Starcourt. You had found Steve beaten badly, and a little loopy. Despite your own injuries, you’d driven everyone home as yours weren’t as bad. You save Steve for last, stepping out the car to help him into the cold, empty home. You knew about Steve’s parties from high school and how his place was the go-to because his parents were never home. You never realized how lonely that was until you entered the cold living room. You almost felt sad for him. 

“Hey big guy.” You said, lugging his weight. “Where’s your bathroom?” 

Steve points in a general direction, which you follow. Once you find it, you sit Steve down on the toilet before raiding his medicine cabin in search of something to clean his wounds with. When you find the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads, you turn back to the boy. 

“Do you have bandages or something in here?” 

“Under the sink.” Steve mumbles. You’re semi-gracious he’s back to speaking, even if you hated everything that came out of his mouth most of the time. Steve winces slightly when you press the cotton to his temple. 

“Oh shut up, big baby.” You say. “You know, what you did was incredibly stupid. You could’ve gotten yourself and Robin killed!” 

Steve groans. “Do we have to do this right now? I got the shit kicked out of me.” 

You step in between his legs to get a closer look at the wounds. You feel his hand circle around your waist to steady himself, you guessed. You ignored the fluttering feeling that entered your stomach. You equated it to not getting laid in a while. 

“Seriously, you’re lucky as shit that we found you when you did. You have no idea how close to death’s door you look.” 

“I’ve got a pretty good idea, considering how I feel.” 

“Why did you do it?” You exclaimed. “I told you to wait for me.” 

“We didn’t have that kind of time, okay!” Steve snaps back. “I couldn’t let them find you.” 

You blink at that. “I’m capable of handling myself, Harrington.” 

“I know, I know. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you–you guys.”  He adds. You feel the grip on your waist get tighter, you guess it was subconscious. “I figured it was better me than you… any of you, I mean.” 

You decide to ignore the freudian slip and continue to work on his wounds. 

The fourth time was after you moved back to Hawkins full time and took a job at the Family Video with Steve and Robin. Though it was much to the chagrin of your parents (they didn’t know Hawkins had turned into a literal Hellscape)  you decided to move back and work part time while taking classes at the local university. 

Your relationship with Steve now was… weird. Not good but not necessarily bad. Ever since that night you dressed his wounds in the bathroom, the two of you developed a sort of tolerance for each other. You still bickered often, but not enough for Robin to want to stab her eyes out, which was ideal for everyone. 

You and Robin were discussing a magazine while Steve stocked shelves when Dustin came running into the Family Video. 

“Dude, watch my tapes!” Steve yelped as the smaller boy almost went careening into a stack of tapes. 

“Sorry!” Dustin said, getting upright. 

“What’s up, Dusty?” You asked once you saw the commotion. 

“I need advice.” He said. “Girl advice.” 

“What happened?” You and Steve said at the same time. Looking at each other annoyed, thinking you were the one the boy was referring to.

Dustin looks nervously between the two of you. “Well, Suze mentioned it being our 7 month anniversary next week when I was talking to her on the phone. And I think she’s expecting a gift? But I have no idea what to get her.” 

Steve laughs. “Oh that’s easy, nothing.” 

“Wait a second, Dust.” You cut Steve off. “If she mentioned it, that means she remembered and is probably expecting something. It doesn’t have to be big but you should get something to show you at least care about it.” 

“Dude, I’m telling you. If you get this girl a gift, you’re just giving her an excuse to walk all over you. Save it for the major ones.” 

“Dustin, are you really going to listen to someone who’s been chronically single for the past two years?”

Dustin opens his mouth to say something, probably in defense of Steve, but was immediately cut off by Steve. “I don’t see anyone banging down your door, at least I can get a date.” 

“That’s because I don’t want to date any of these guys in Hawkins.” You rebuttal. “Trust me, if I wanted to date any of these losers, I could.” 

It’s at that moment, you notice who just entered one of Steve’s former teammates enter the store. Nick Nakumara, affectionately called Nick-Nak by his team, greets Steve with a clap on the back. Nick was fairly attractive and thankfully not one of the participants that made High School rough for you. You raise an eyebrow at Steve, letting him know the challenge he’s just placed before you. Steve shakes his head, but you ignore it as Nick approaches the counter. 

“Top Gun…” You say. “Good choice.” 

Nick beams for a second. “Yea, I saw it in theaters. So good!” 

You smile back and quickly write your number on the back of his receipt. “Well, If you want someone to watch it with. Call me.” You smile. 

Nick falters for a second, looking confused between you and Steve. “Aren’t you and Harrington…” He says, pointing in between the two of you. The two of you seem to realize what he’s saying at the same time. You throw a nasty look to Robin and Dustin who are now giggling in the corner. 

“What, No!” You say at the same time as Steve’s “Gross, no.” Which you try very hard not to get offended by. 

“It’s just you guys are always hanging out…” 

Which was true, between the two of you being the main transport for the kids there were a lot of times where you and Steve were together alone while waiting for the kids to finish whatever they were doing. Which resulted in the two of you often having dinner at the local diner or catching a movie. You could understand the confusion, but it didn't mean you had to like it.     

“So you gonna call me or…” You say, deciding that the change of subject was needed. 

Nick smiles at you again. “I’ll call you.” 

You smile as the man walks out with his tape and your number in tow. You turn back to Steve with a smug look. 

“Don’t go out with Nick.” He says. 

“Why not?” 

“Because I know the type of guy he is!” Steve snaps. “He’s just going to try and fu–” Steve cuts himself off, remembering Dustin is still in the store. “He’s just after one thing.” 

“You know, I know what fuck means, right?” Dustin adds. 

“Don’t you have a gift to be looking for?” Steve says to the boy. 

“But you said–” 

“Just go get your girlfriend a gift, Alright kid?” Steve says, effectively dismissing Dustin, who shrugs and leaves the store to do just that. “Seriously, just don’t go out with him.”  

“You don’t know if that’s all he wants.” You say. 

“Are you kidding? I do know that. You don’t know what he was like in high school. And then you just invite yourself over to his place to watch a movie? You might as well have tattooed ‘please fuck me’ on your forehead.” 

“You know, I don’t see how this is any of your business, Steve.” You snap back. 

“You’re right it’s not.” Steve says, almost venomously. “But don’t come crying to me if you don’t want to hear ‘I told you so’.” He says before marching into the break room. 

The fifth time… you actually don’t remember how the fifth time started. But you knew it ended with you marching into Steve’s house after he tried to slam the door on you. 

“You’re such a goddamn asshole all the time!” You yell as you enter the house. Steve rolls his eyes. 

“And you never know how to fucking listen!” 

“Why would I listen to you?!” 

“I don’t know, maybe because I’m always right!” You scoff at that which makes Steve’s blood boil more. “No I am, I was right back at Starcourt. I was right about Nick–” 

You wince slightly. “You said, we wouldn’t talk about that.” 

You hated to think about that night you decided to go out with Nick Nakumara. Steve had been absolutely right about Nick. He picked you up and brought you back to his place. He was sweet, he brought you snacks you had mentioned in your earlier conversations on the phone but not even 10 minutes into the movie he was trying to put his hand up your skirt. You had been vocal and said that wasn’t what you wanted and he all but kicked you out of his house on the other side of town. You’d walked to the nearest gas station and used the payphone to call the only person you knew with a car, Steve. 

He pulled up next to the stoop you had been sitting on for the past 30 minutes, leaning out the window. 

“What happened?” He asked you, concern on his face.

“Shut up.” You say, getting into the car and crossing your legs. He looks over at you, with a still concerned look on his face. “You were right, is that what you want?” 

Steve says nothing, just places a heavy hand on your leg. You try to ignore the shocks that go straight to your heart. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He says, lowly. Steve has never called you anything endearing so when you hear that it puts butterflies in your stomach. “You didn’t deserve that.” 

Though you’ve never said it to anyone, you watched Steve that whole drive, seeing him in an entire new light. He annoyed you to no end, sure. But Steve was… sweet. He cared about you, even when you were nothing but rude to him most of the time. 

You wanted him. 

Badly.

“Doesn’t make me less right.” Steve says, immediately pulling you back into the conversation at hand. Right, arguing with Steve, you thought, Not thinking about the freckles that dotted his nose or how his arms filled out the polo he was wearing. “You have to be right, all the fucking time that you make idiotic decisions that get me beat up or picking you up in the middle of the night. You have to admit that there’s some things I’m just smarter than you about.” 

You couldn’t think of a good rebuttal so you went with a classic. “Fuck you, Harrington.” 

“Yea, you’d want that. Don’t you, sweetheart?” He fires back just as fast, voice dipping almost dangerously low. 

It stops you in your tracks. Steve had only ever called you Sweetheart one other time and that was the car ride away from Nick’s. You thought about how heavy his hand felt on your thigh. How it stayed there the rest of the car ride, dangerously close to your center. How you thought about that night often in the comfort of your dark bedroom, alone at night. Subconsciously, your legs squeeze together. Steve notices this, he always does. 

“Oh… Oh!” Steve says, knowingly. A smug look crosses his face. “That’s exactly what you want.” 

You sputter for a second. “Shut up!” You exclaim. “I never said that.” 

“You kinda didn’t have to, sweetheart, you’re kinda telling on yourself right now.” Steve says, smugly. “Is it me calling you sweetheart? That do it for you?”

Your face wildly flushes. You feel incredibly embarrassed and not to mention, turned on. You sputter for a second before regaining your confidence. “You fucking wish, Harrington.” 

“Yea, maybe I do.” He says, stepping incredibly close into your space. You back instinctively but find yourself back into a wall. Steve takes this opportunity to crowd into your space. “What do you want, honey, huh?” He says, almost condescendingly. He doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches. 

“Steve–” 

“If you don’t want this, just say that. I’ll let you go and we can forget this ever happened. But what do you want, sweetheart?” Steve almost looks pained. The cockiness in his voice fading into something genuine. As though he, himself, was scared of your answer

“You.” You whisper so quietly that even you have trouble hearing it but it was all Steve needed to pull you into an almost bruising kiss. You gasp at the suddenness of the action before relaxing slightly. You fight for dominance for a while, you not wanting to give him the upper hand on you. That is until you find yourself pressed rather roughly into the wall. The hand that had been cupping your cheek was now wrapping softly around your throat, as if he was testing exactly what you would be comfortable with. He smirked slightly against your lips when he heard the soft moan escape your mouth. Steve began sloppily mouthing around your jaw and neck that produced probably the most embarrassing sounds from you. Steve pressed himself closer to your body and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his erection pressing against your center. 

Suddenly, Steve is pulling away from you. You’re ashamed to admit it but you chase after him a bit, but you’re held back by the hand that was once softly around your neck, now gripping it fully, not enough to hurt but enough to make you very aware that you had lost complete control of the situation. 

“Come on.” He says, deeply into the space between you. You let him take you into the downstairs guest room. You assumed that, like yourself, he was too eager to make the long stretch upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, Steve was on you again, kissing you just as intensely as before, this time tugging aggressively at your clothes. You decide to help him by pulling your shirt off. Steve sucks bruises into the newly exposed skin, you whine which makes him groan deep in his throat. 

“Take these off.” He says, deep as he pulls apart the button of your jeans. The tone does things to you. Steve was a natural leader, you knew that, but you hadn’t been expecting that authority to follow you in his bed. “I need to taste you.” 

Your head is spinning enough that you don’t even realize what’s happening until your back hits the bed. Steve is tugging roughly at the waist of your jeans pulling them down. You lift your legs a bit in assistance. Once your pants are down, Steve is groaning as he parts your legs and leaves biting kisses on the inside of your thighs. You hiss slightly as Steve hand snakes its way up to to rub against your clothed sex.” 

“Fuck.” He groans. “How are you already this wet? I’ve barely touched you.” He says, before pulling your underwear to the side and slipping two fingers inside you. You moan loudly, which only spurs Steve on. “All of this? Just for me, sweetheart?” 

“O-only you.” You stutter back, losing yourself in the feeling of Steve's rough thumb pad rubbing diligent circles on your clit. Steve leaves hot kisses down your flesh, biting your most sensitive places, your neck, stomach, the dips in your hips. He then tugs your underwear down but remaining eye level with your sex. He looks up at you as if silently asking for permission. You nod, flustered. Steve grips your hips tightly with one hand, the other grabbing the outside of your thigh almost bruisingly. He pulls you sharply towards his waiting mouth. 

You moan embarrassingly loud as you feel the sharp quick lick to your clit. Your head thrashes back against the pillows. You started squirming away from the assault, your head swimming from the intensity of it. Steve just holds you in an iron grip, moaning slightly against your sex, which causes you to moan again. You brave a look down at him and realize you shouldn’t have. The man was beautiful. His hair had fallen sweatily in front of his face, his caramel eyes blown almost completely black. You see his hips moving slightly against the mattress as if searching for any type of friction. The idea of him enjoying this just as much as you pulled you dangerously close to the brink. 

“S-Steve.” You moaned, the man looked up at you as his finger pushed into your center. You feel tears entering the corners of your duct as he brushes the spongy spot inside you. You were teetering closer and closer to the edge. “I’m– I’m gonna–” You tried to get the word out but the feeling was too intense. 

Thankfully, Steve didn’t need many words. “Go ahead and cum for me, honey. Come on.” He says, low as his fingers continue their assault. That was all you needed to let yourself fall over the edge, Steve licking into you greedily. He crawls back up your body leaving kisses up your torso before landing inevitably at your mouth. You moan at the taste of yourself on him. You tug at his shirt to take it off which he helps you with before bringing him back down to kiss you. He presses more into your center before looking up at you. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks. You melt a little at the tenderness in his voice. 

“I’m fine.” You whisper back. “Why?” 

“It’s just, I’ve never seen you this silent.” He laughs. “If I knew that this was all it took to shut you up. I would’ve done it years ago.” 

You roll your eyes. “Shut up and take your pants off, Harrington.” 

“There she is.” Steve smiles, reaching for the button of his pants. You watch as he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go. The sight widens your eyes a bit. Steve notices this. “What’s wrong?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“N-Nothing.” You stutter. “It’s just–I mean, I heard the rumors at school but I thought you know, you had spread them yourself.” 

Steve laughs at that before cupping your cheek. “We can stop if you want, honey.” 

“No, I want to. Please, fuck me.” You whisper. 

Steve groans. “God, you’re killing me here, sweetheart.” Steve reaches down to grab the base of his, in your opinion, surprisingly well-endowed member. He looks to you one more time for permission, which you silently grant him, before sliding into you slowly. 

The two of you groan as he bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face, for any signs of discomfort, which you have, he was bigger than you had been expecting. 

“You okay, honey?” He asks, trying to be as still as possible. It was hard, you were unbelievably tight around him. 

Steve was going to kill you with all these pet names. You had never known he could be this sweet. It was then you had a very scary thought. That you wanted this, for as long as you could have it. Forever. 

“Please… just move.” You whisper. Steve grips your hips tightly, one hand braced above you on the headboard above you before delivering slow, deliberate strokes into you. He was so deep inside you, brushing into your cervix. You moan loudly before moving your forearm to your mouth to stop yourself from embarrassing yourself further. Steve instantly grips the offending hand, pinning it to the mattress below you before fucking into you harder. 

“Don’t ever do that.” He says, gripping your hand tighter. “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“Steve–” You keen, loudly. Steve is now pistoning inside you, moving your legs higher  up his torso so now he’s impossibly deep inside you, hitting that spot on almost every other thrust. You felt yourself nearing the edge again. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Steve moans. “So perfect. God, this pussy was made for me, huh?” 

“I’m-I’m gonna cum” You breathe in between moans. 

“Should’ve known you’d be this greedy.” He smiles. “Go ahead, cum on my dick, let me feel you.” Your eyes shut, as you hit your peak. Steve slows a bit as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Steve kisses under your jaw, still fucking into you. “Think you can give me one more?” 

“Huh?” You say, dazed. 

Steve looks up at you. “Do you want me to stop or can I get you off again?” 

“I don’t–I don’t even think I can again, Steve.” You say. And you believed it, your body felt floaty and spent. You hadn’t been expecting this, to feel like this. You honestly, just hoped it’d be mediocre so you could get it out of your system and have it be over with. Now that you knew, Steve could make you feel like this, you didn’t know if you could ever go back. 

Steve made shallow thrusts inside you, pulling that train of thought. “I know, I can get you there again.” He says, smugly against your ear. “Let me make you feel good, please.” 

You nod weakly as he folds your legs higher up your torso, fucking harder into you. You gasp at the feeling, eyes rolling back slightly as he fucks deeper into you, finding the spot in you again, almost instantly. 

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good around me.” Steve says, in between your moans. He feels you tighten impossibly around him as he drifts a thumb down to draw circles around your clit. You’re seeing stars behind your eyes at this point. “Fuck, are you close?” You nod, stuttering his name like a mantra as you near your edge for the 3rd time that afternoon. “Come on, baby. I need you to feel you cum on my dick again. Please, honey.” 

That was all you needed to break the dam inside you as you felt yourself shatter around Steve. Through your haze, you heard him moan, his thrust getting more erratic as you felt him emptying inside you. 

The two of you stayed like that for a minute. Him, laying his full weight on you before pulling out and laying in the space next to you. The two of you don’t say anything, neither of you really know what to say. What do you say in that situation? Hey, I know we’ve been assholes to each other since we met but thanks for the best bang of my natural-born life. You look over to Steve who’s already looking back at you. 

“How do you feel?” He asks, shyly. Suddenly this was not the man who just took you to bed but Steve again, caring but unsure of himself. 

“Sore.” You answer. 

Steve chuckles a bit. “I did kind of take it too far. I can run you a bath if you want.” 

You shake your head. “I just want to lay here, if that’s okay.” Steve nods. 

“Y-Yea, okay.” Steve says, starting to move. “Let me just get my clothes and I’ll be out of your way.” 

“Steve.” You call. Steve looks at you inquisitive. “Stay… please.” You don’t realize how much of a plea it was until it left your mouth.

“You hate me…” Steve says, slowly. 

You look at him confused. “Steve, I don’t hate you.” 

“But you–” 

You sit up to look at the man fully. “Steve I– I’ve never been good at this kind of thing. When shit gets complicated, I run. You know that. But I don’t hate you , I’ve never hated you. Do I give you shit sometimes? Yea. But that’s only because I didn’t want to think about the alternative that…” You drift off for a second. 

“What?” Steve asks, now looking you deeply in your eyes. 

“That I mess with you because that’s what gets you to pay attention to me.” You say, as the boulder weight goes crashing off your shoulders. “That I like who I am around you. That I really really like you.” You look away from Steve when you realize that he’s not saying anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything? 

“I’ve liked you since you walked into Scoops Ahoy.” He says, almost too quiet that you almost miss it. “And you’ve never had to do anything to get my attention, you’ve always had it. In fact, you can always have it, for as long as you want.” 

“How’s forever sound?” You joke. 

Steve presses a kiss to your lips. It’s different from the hungry desperate kisses from before. This one was sweet and held something in them. A promise. 

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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I have hard thoughts and I saw you asking for them... So... You know I.N from skz, that man makes me feel things istg. So I'm wondering what your thoughts on kinks for him? Because I've got a hand kink just for him I think💀

Anyways, have a great day/night and if you're not comfortable with doing this then that's fine ❤

When I.N is kinky 👀

I think that Jeongin definitely has a thing for clothed sex.

Man just post soooo many OOTD and he dresses well, so he would definitely be into clothed sex. Just- imagine. Jeongin would call you over or go in your bedroom or studio or whatever and pick a pretty outfit for you to wear. You both would be giggling and ogling at each other, it's cute and all, until there's something in him that tells him to take you right now, right here. Seeing you wear the outfit he picks for you is a big turn on for him, I think he would get horny immediately, begging you to let him take you, to make you feel nice, to let him fill your tiny cunt with his big dick because you look so cute in those outfit. He wouldn't take his clothes off, nor yours, kinda feel like he would just lower his pants enough so he can slam his cock in your pussy again and again. Bonus point if your chewing on the hoodie he gave you because he makes you feel too good. Dude would definitely cum on your now ruined clothes and take a pic, then add it to his private file named "OOTD <3".

I also think that Jeongin would be into role-play ?

It's literally so cliché but I can see him being into 'teacher-student' role-play. You would act it out, wearing a short and tight skirt with glasses and all the teacher sht fantasy, and he would wear a fake uniform. Now we know that Jeongin does not like school, dude was literally missing every classes, I still don't get how he got his certificate but that's not the point. In one of your fantasy you would tell him what a bad student he is, that he needs to get punished, but hey, you're talking to Yang Jeongin, he's the maknae on top! You end up being the one who's punish. He would do some dirty talk, but nothing to heavy and nothing you're not comfortable with. But he would definitely show false empathy as he's literally bending you over the desk in your bedroom, going at an awful pace, not letting you catch your breath as he circles your clit and make you gag on his long and beautiful fingers. He would coo at your whimper or the way you're trying to grab something to ground yourself. Yeah Jeongin loves making you gag on his finger, argue with the wall. He would tell you what a bad professor you are, telling you that he's the one teaching you things instead as you're drooling and panting. He can't help but laugh at your pitiful state.

Last but not least, I think that since he's the younger in his group, the baby, he wants to show them that he is a man too. So exhibitionistm.

Yeah. But only at the dorms though. He's got nothing to prove to randoms and only his members would get to see you like he does. He wouldn't go in front of them and hump you like the horny boy he is. Noooo, that's to light, e wouldn't prove anything except that he's always horny when you're around - which he is??? He would fuck you late at night in the living room, telling you to be quiet since everyone's sleeping even though the sound of his skin slapping against yours his louder than your moans - 'cause Dady bread would go all out, he's got a point to prove. But the thing is that he knooooows. He knows that Minho was still at the dance studio, practicing, and that he would come home soon. And when it happens ? Is he surprised when and glances at the door only to see Minho standing here, dumbfounded as his youngest brother his deep inside your guts, making out with you while he's playing with your tits? The dancer can't see anything but your fucked out expression hanging from the couch's armrest, and he have ears. And no Jeongin isn't, but Minho sure is. His big rond eyes looking at his Maknae's sweaty upper body as the latter is frowning and closing his eyes with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. Is Minho getting hard because at the sight of you face, wet because of the tears spilling from your eyes ? he sure is, what a sight. And Jeongin wouldn't stop. No, he would just hide his smile in your neck, trying to rock your body harder so that his Hyung can hear how good his sweet Donsaeng is making you feel.

Does he asks you to ride him in Chan's studio when the older is out for food, even though he knows that he'll come back soon? Yes.

Does he 'accidentally' sends Hyunjin a text, telling him to meet him in a fitting room because he needs his opinion when in fact he was just hitting you from behind, grip tight on your hair, forcing you to look at Hyunjin's boner because he had no other choice but to come in and stay? Yes.

So yeah, I think I.N would be into clothed sex, exhibitionistm and role-play. But it's my opinion at the moment. Ask me another day, when my mood is different, and I might tell you something else lol.

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Treehouses and Car Seats

Synopsis: Childhood best friends reunite. Cigarettes, pot and unaddressed mutual pining- would could possible go wrong?

Contains: friends to lovers trope, smut, handjobs, sub!Hunter x dom! OC, praise kink, weed and cigarette use, fluff at the end, anxious Hunter

Pairing: Hunter Sylvester x Female OC!

Word Count: 3900

It was about a week after the battle of the bands- a glorious moment in time for Skullflower. Thanks to their stellar performance and Hunter's accident they transformed into micro-celebrities, the talk of the town. People were lining up to talk to Emily, Kevin, and Hunter, asking for autographs, acting like they were always friendly with the metalists, as if the entire school wasn't treating them like a bunch of nobodies a minute ago.

They had a lot of attention thrown their way, especially from the female side of the students, and mostly directed at the vocalist and only bachelor of the group, Hunter himself. So it came as little to no surprise when he got stopped in the hallways, getting offers from girls to sign his cast. He was flattered by the newfound popularity even though he knew it wasn't going to be long-lasting, but a good time was a good time right?

One day, just before first bell an unfamiliar face showed up at Hunter's locker while he was talking to Kevin. "No, I'm telling you, ever since the psych ward I'm a changed man- no outbursts, no-nonsense." Hunter was waving his hands around theatrically, slouching, back against the locker door.

"I will believe this once you actually start seeing a therapist. It wouldn't do you any harm, ya know." Kevin replied with a friendly smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"I don't think a shrink that isn't into metal would get my passion. It would be a hard time finding one on the same wavelength as me..." He started before getting cut off by a person that seemingly appeared out of thin air.

"Killer performance in the battle of the bands. It definitely made picking a new school all the easier! Mind if I sign your cast?" Animatedly uttered a girl that looked vaguely familiar while holding up a sharpie and pointing at Hunter's leg with it, asking for permission.

"Thanks... sure, go ahead." He replied distractedly, looking at her with a quizzical expression. She had wild, long hair, frizzy, sticking in many different directions. She was wearing a lot of rings and dangly necklaces, one of which he could have sworn he had seen before. She had a nose piercing and a very striking tattoo of a feather on her collarbone."Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked a bit rushedly, trying to process what he was seeing.

The girl bent down and quickly scribbled something on his leg. "Is that supposed to be a pick-up line, Hunter? Come on, you can do better!" She answered while standing up and straightening out her skirt. "We are classmates after all!" She playfully retorted, winked at him, and disappeared into the crowded hallway.

"What does it say? I can't bend down to look." Hunter looked at his friend for help.

"It's very weird... It says 'i know you were doing it just to look cool' and a kiss emoji thingy... wait... No way! There is absolutely no way!" Kevin paced around in a little circle, massaging his chin, his eyes moving as fast as his thoughts when the puzzle pieces finally came together.

"She looked familiar, didn't she?" Kevin whisper-shouted at Hunter while moving his eyesight from left to right and backward.

"Yeah? So what? She obviously goes to school here. I've seen her around, that's that." Hunter chirped a bit annoyed at his friend, picking at his cuticles to soothe the new bundle of nerves.

"Dude... choosing a new school..." Kevin supplied slowly, moving his eyebrows in a playful motion.

"Yeah..?" Hunter asked, still visibly confused by his friend's display.

"Summer camp... year eight... the treehouse..." Kevin teased, wanting to give a hint instead of spelling out what was already obvious.

"No way...! It can't be... Raven? Is that Raven?" Hunter screamed in shock, bumping his head on the locker door as he did a little jump in place. "Fuck, ouch!" He squeaked through gritted teeth.

The bell rang, making the boys put an end to the conversation, both of them going in opposite directions. Until Hunter screamed again "Corn-pickle!"

A golden rule upheld through the years- one does not evoke corn-pickle unless in great danger, confusion or inner turmoil. It was the safe word, the friends' version of an SOS, and it was reserved for emergencies only.

"You called Emily?" Hunter spat out, irritation written on his face.

"She is my girlfriend, a band mate, and also your friend, even though you like to deny it. She deserves to be here for a corn-pickle situation as much as I do!" Kevin defended while lacing his fingers with Emily's. She gave him a loving look in return.

''Plus getting my perspective would be of help. You, as much as i love and appreciate both of you, are clueless doofuses. You need another point of view. Especially when it comes to something as serious as Hunter's first love returning!" Emily explained in a brisk and knowing manner.

Hunter's face fell, disapproval radiating from him. He fidgeted with his hands and nervously pushed his hair backward. "What?! First love? What do you mean? It's just... It's just... Raven..." He was out of breath, flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.

"Hunter, please, don't lie to yourself. You were head over hills for her. Just because you don't feel comfortable expressing other emotions than your anger doesn't mean I didn't catch you sobbing into your pillow the day she moved" Kevin whispered reassuringly, placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, and gave him a sympathetic look. Hunter quickly shook it off and started drumming on the sinks' countertop with his fingers.

"You weren't supposed to say this out loud, ever! It was a million years ago anyway... It doesn't matter anymore!" The long-haired boy was pouting like a child, avoiding all eye contact and focusing on the tile floor instead.

"Then it wouldn't be a problem for you to... I don't know... Maybe talk to her. She is here after all. It would be just two old friends catching up." Emily suggested

"Look guys, corn-pickle was a fluke, ok. I'm sorry, everything is fine, I'm alright. Plus standing in a triangle formation talking about life in the men's restroom is stressing me out!" Hunter pleaded to be spared from all of the questioning and smug looks.

"See, I told you this is a bad place to hold an intervention." Emily pointed her finger at Kevin's chest.

"Intervention~"

"It's in the name, alright? 'Rest- room'. He was supposed to be... calmer in here." Kevin struck back.

"How does that make any sense?"

"You don't know the intricacies of a corn-pickle situation!"

"This is my first corn-pickle situation!"

The couple screamed at each other, giving Hunter the perfect excuse to run out of the room... Or more so steadily jump out, supporting himself with his crutches.

"Se ya later, losers" he waved at them with a shit-eating grin while they were still arguing heatedly and screaming, too distracted to notice him go.

"And that's why we should have done this at the cafeteria or the football field, but no! It had to be the smelly restroom. Three people used the urinals as we were speaking! Three people..!" Emily stopped, seeing her boyfriend's puzzled grimace.

"What? I'm sorry, are you mad at me? What happened? She asked hushdly, a bit more aware of her previous tone.

"He is gone... he just dipped..."

Hunter was close to furious. He couldn't bare being around people anymore, so naturally, he headed for the parking lot. Driving around with the windows down would help him clear his head, returning to a semi-peaceful place. While he we digging in his pockets, desperately searching for his car keys, he noticed a figure pressed up against the brick wall through his peripheral vision.

He turned around and saw her, listening to music on her headphones, one foot planted on the wall, the other on the ground, with a cigarette between her lips. "Of course It's you" he mumbled to himself, looking around nervously. It didn't seem like she had seen him. There was still time to hide but he decided against it and marched up to her.

Hunter tapped her shoulder so she removes her headphones and pressed his back next to hers. "Are you doing it just to look cool, you little hypocrite!" He coed with an inviting smile.

"I learned from the coolest. Do you want a drag?" She held up the cigarette to him in proposition.

"Yeah... Of course..." He took it from her, grazing her fingers lightly, and put the cancer stick up to his lips, inhaling slowly, dragging smoke out of his mouth...

...And then he started coughing profusely. The girl couldn't contain her laughter. "Still a poser, huh? You should have just said no. This is fine tobacco, you know! My uncle grinded it himself!" She explained accusatorially.

Hunter scratched the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. "Oh, wow, really? I'm sorry... I just.. I don't know what came over me..."

To the boy's dismay, Raven began giggling to herself yet again. She was shaking and gagging with laughter. All of a sudden Hunter became more alert and entered first stage of panic mode. She punched his shoulder in a teasing manner and took another drag, exhaling the smoke in his face. "I'm messing with you. These babies are store-bought. And you are a singer anyway- I don't want you messing up that beautiful voice of yours."

He felt more at ease now... maybe enough to do something stupid."How did you know about me singing? About the battle of the bands? "

Raven got lost in thought for a moment, trying to get all of the right words out. She knew about Skullflower (previously named Skullfucker) for some time now. She had seen a Facebook page of the group on one of her many Hunter Sylvester online deep dives. But she needed to keep it cool, calm, and collected, so she did:

"I remember this scrawny little boy from a couple of years ago. He had a terrible fringe and he used to lash out at people. He lived on Gatorade and Sour Patch Kids, but he always saved me the red ones. He used to go on and on about making music, about his idols, about metal! He barely paid attention to anything else..." Raven's cheeks became rosier all the more as she revealed her obsession with him. That wasn't her idea of 'cool, calm, and collected' at all, but there was no stopping now.

"...Then one day I was looking through high schools in the area with my parents and I saw this video, the name of this kid written on top. He wasn't a kid anymore, and he definitely wasn't scrawny. He looked like a real rockstar! So I decided this is definitely the school I wanted to attend.. " She felt exposed but continued nonetheless.

"...Until i met him in person and saw he was kind of a poser... Never meet your heroes, I guess." Her shoulders fell down. She put out her cigarette and gave him a cocky smirk.

Hunter was flabbergasted. His heart was beating out of his chest, his palms sweaty and his vision blurry. Raven came there for HIM. She was talking with such passion about HIM. If he weren't none the wiser he would have kissed her right then and there.

"Is this your first day in this shit hole?" He asked instead

"Yeah, it is. Why?" Raven looked a tad confused at his excited expression.

"Wanna skip class?" He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Fuck, shit, I thought you'd never ask!"

Change of plans- no solitary ride, it's a joined ride now, with Raven getting cozy in the passenger seat, lighting cigarette after cigarette and dusting them off out the window. The wind was playing with her hair, humming in tune with her. She was lazily observing the city she once used to call home. She looked like a cat- playful, blissful, and relaxed.

A new song started playing. Hunter reached out to change it and she grabbed his hand in response. "Please don't, I really like this one." She asked softly.

He obeyed, trying hard not to think of her skin touching his. She had taken off her shoes and put her feet up on the front bar of the car, her skirt rising up to reveal more of her thighs. Hunter was finding it particularly hard not to gauge, but he tried his best. They drove together through narrow, hole-filled roads, leading to the woods and put the car in park.

"Do you want to have the best nap of your life?" Raven asked and reached for her bag, fishing something out of it

"What? What do you.." then he saw it, a blunt rolled up in brown, musky paper.

"It's ok if you don't want to, I know this isn't everyone's idea of a good time. But you seemed tense today. I think you need a bit of a break." She explained caringly.

Come to think of it, it wasn't an unreasonable idea. He was amazed by her noting his nervous ticks like he was good at hiding them. He sifted the thought in his mind- laying back on the car seat, next to Raven, touching her fingers in-between puffs, smelling her shampoo, drifting off next to her... It sounded exquisite!

He was ready for a lazy, calm noon with his old hide-and-seek partner. "Sure, what the hell?!" Hunter smiled expectantly.

"That's my boy!" Raven caressed his chin as declaring.

Hunter felt himself lose vision for a minute.

The air was thick with rain, the smell of pine trees and cones. There was the occasional sound of a bird chirping or a squirrel climbing up a tree. The sun had hidden behind a curtain of cottony clouds. It was peaceful, as if time had stopped.

Hunter had forgotten all about the anxiety he once harbored. He was laughing wholeheartedly, talking freely, making jokes, and even throwing a flirty line or two. There was nothing to worry about- no school, no interventions, no people staring at him in the restroom.

He started remembering his childhood, a time he didn't particularly cherish, but what he did cherish were the shared memories, being able to look back and recognize that he has grown somehow, managed to become better.

He returned to the last summer camp he attended, waking up early in the morning, swimming in the lake with his friends, sneaking off to Raven's cabin after curfew, unbeknownst to the councilors. They used to talk for hours and come up with elaborate schemes to make the stay of everyone else a dreadful nightmare.

They were both childish in nature, little menaces, that's why they used to get along so well. Two slightly insecure, slightly douchy kids that spoke the same language, trying to seem more rebellious than they actually were.

"Do you remember the wishing ceremony?" Raven brought up.

"Yeah, it is probably the most wholesome thing i have ever participated in.." He replied lazily.

"Yeah... But you didn't. You were a cheater!" She stuck her tongue out at him and scrunched her nose. "There's nothing wholesome about being a cheater!" Raven demanded.

"What do you mean cheater? You can't cheat at making a wish!" He tried defending himself after the unforeseen attack

"The wishes only come true on one condition though- not denying or failing to complete a dare!" Raven struck again "What did you carve out in the tree trunk? Did it come true?" She was genuinely interested.

He searched around in his mind. The truth was much too revealing to say aloud so he offered the best next thing he could muster."I wrote that i wanted to be the leader of a successful band.. i guess it's happening... Maybe..." He pushed himself back into the seat and distractedly played with the ends of the girl's hair.

"You know you're gonna jinx yourself if you don't complete the dare soon. You're gonna jinx your dream!" Raven pointed at his chest with her finger

"You are right! Fuck... What was the dare... I don't remember anymore..." Hunter yawned.

"You have to pick up where you left off at the treehouse. We already established you aren't a smoker. No excuses now...no reason to try to impress me with silly antics..."

It came back to him in a flash. The story was charming if not a little embarrassing. All of the preteens had gathered in a circle, playing truth or dare, but nobody was picking truth because it was for 'wusses'. When it came to Hunter's turn, his friend tried to do him the ultimate favor- Kevin dared him to kiss Raven.

He got very agitated and nervous. He explained he didn't want to kiss his 'bro', he didn't want to catch cooties and everything. To alleviate his distress, Raven suggested they go up into the treehouse, so there wasn't any added pressure from the others.

When they climbed up, Hunter began fidgeting with his fingers, trying to find a distraction. He told Raven he wasn't anxious at all. He told her he was only experiencing nicotine withdrawal.

The girl dug in her pocket and gave him a curious-looking stick. "My dare was to steal something from Sandy's room." She offered the cigarette to her friend.

Hunter sighed, thanked her, and lit up the cancer stick with shaking hands. It tasted atrocious and the smoke made his chest heavy, but he had committed to his bit.

"I never realized you were this cool nicotine addict. Smoke your cigarette, then we can climb back down and tell everyone we did it. I don't want to kiss a person that tastes like an ashtray!" Raven proposed, knowing the boy was struggling.

"I'm not doing this to be cool, I have a problem alright!" Hunter screeched, voice cracking in the process. He was relieved. He looked to Raven with gratitude and put out the cigarette the minute she wasn't looking.

Hunter became painfully aware of his body, his hands shaking, his stomach tying in knots... And his member twitching.

Raven had gotten out of her seat and positioned herself on his lap, her chest pressed up against his, her thighs fully exposed to him. He was engulfed in her scent. He could see all of the little freckles on her face, how close her glossy lips were to his.

She grabbed his chin, making him look directly into her eyes, and whispered into his mouth. "I won't tell anyone you're a cheater, I just don't want this weighing on your conscience."

He put his hands on her hips timidly and pulled her closer. "Should i... Do you want me to..?" He whispered back.

Raven grazed Hunter's bottom lip with her thumb and nodded in response. Their lips came together quickly, a peck. Hunter opened his eyes and cursed a little "ah, fuck it!", pulled the girl close in again and kissed her for real.

Raven's lips parted slowly and Hunter's tongue delved in. They were making patterns in each other's mouths, kissing hungrily, gripping on clothes, exploring each other's bodies. Raven began rocking her hips on top of him ferociously. Hunter returned the favor by bucking his hips upward, hitting her sweet spot with his member.

He was as hard as a rock and horny beyond comprehension. They pulled apart for air, chests heaving. It was sticky in the car, hot and sweaty. Hormones were drifting around into the night air.

Hunter bent down again to go in for another kiss but Raven stopped him. "You did it, pretty boy, no need to do any more work now, let me take care of it," she said and pulled on the roots of his hair. He whimpered in response.

Raven licked a strip down Hunter's neck and blew on it. She began sucking on his jaw, on his neck and collarbones, while humping him at a rapid pace. Hunter was dumbfounded, his underwear already drenched with precum. His dick was twitching hard beneath Raven's core and she relished every little moment of it.

She hovered her hand over Hunter's bulge. "Mind if I help you?"

He huffed and groaned a throathy "please".

The girl palmed his cock, feeling it out in her hand through the fabric of his jeans. She brushed it with her fingers and slowly unzipped him.

"Do you want me to make you come, pretty boy? Do you want my hand on your cock?" Raven asked not even trying to cover her lust for him

"Mhm" he moaned.

"Use your words, handsome! Otherwise, I won't know what you want." She teased again

"It's embarrassing" he turned his ruby face away

"How could it be embarrassing when you're so hot, writhing under me? Be a good boy, good boys always get rewarded" she purred into his ear.

He couldn't pretend anymore. He wanted her to drain him dry. "Please, fuck me with your hand!" He groaned and faced her again.

"Such a sinful little boy..." Raven spat on her hand and started pumping him fast. She bit on his neck, sloppily leaving marks along the way. Hunter was moaning hard, surrendering all control to his master. He could feel her cold rings stroking his shaft, her fingers toying with him.

Raven smeared the precum leaking out of his dick over his tip with her thumb, and cupped his balls with her other hand.

"Do you want to kiss me still, pretty boy?" she breathed into his mouth.

Hunter lowered his head and collided with the girl, his groans stifling in the kiss. He was sucking on her tongue passionately, bucking his hips upward yet again to fuck her fist, expecting the incoming irruption.

Raven broke away from the kiss. She knew he needed one last push. "If you are so needy for my hand, I can only imagine how fast you'd come when you're balls deep in my pussy." She giggled

That was the nail in the coffin- Hunter was thrusting into her hand, bursting all over her fingers, riding out the best high of his life. Raven was still pumping him hard, milking out each and every drop.

"Wasn't so hard now, was it? Good boys get to come, scared ones just smoke a pocketed cigarette in a treehouse." She smirked and stroked Hunter's hair, putting the strands sticking to his forehead back in place.

"If I knew you were going to do this, I would have begged you a long time ago." He chuckled and cleaned her hand with a tissue. She was staring down at him, still on his lap, a victorious expression adorning her features.

"Thank you for helping my dream come true," he said timidly

"That was just an excuse, I already know you'll be incredibly successful, you are an amazing player!" She caressed his cheek.

"That wasn't what I carved into the tree trunk. I just wanted you..." Hunter confessed

"I'm here now, here to stay" she answered reassuringly and kissed his temple.

[sensei-venus]

anyway I might be a masochist or a straight up wh*re but I can’t get the thought of og cobras with a chubby!reader out of my head and teasing her in school, staring at her, flipping her skirt up (Dutch would do it all the time imho) and telling her how hot she is, how that outfit looks so good on her, etc and she’s thinking that they’re just being dicks to her because she’s chubby and then one day she just has enough of it and confronts them and tells them to stop being dicks and they’re just like oops-

because I 100% agree that those boys are giant himbos so they were being genuine and flirting and teasing her because they like her and think she’s hot and they don’t realize that she thinks they’re being mean to her and they’re like “oh my god no-“

and yeah it ends up in a giant orgy of them showing her that they’re actually serious 🤤

No! I definitely get this and I love it. Honestly I love the trope where the more “bad guy character/s” pick on their crush but it's actually because their kinda stupid to the fact what they are doing can be seen as mean.

Half of them just think they are giving her compliments. And when she gets upset or mad they think she's trying to play with them, trying to play hard to get.

Bobby and Jimmy always give her straight-up nice compliments, like how her new hair style is cute or how pretty she is. They always take notice of her looks or how she's acting. Both of them are the first to know of she is doing something new with her make up or skin routine. Both of them are just overly sweet to her even if the other guys aren't.

Johnny and Tommy are the ones glaring her down from afar. They both talk about how hot she looks and how sexy she is. They don't go to overboard with the comments but they can't help but admit how attractive she is. As long as Dutch isn't around it's pretty tame conversations.

The minute Dutch is around, oh no because this guy can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him. He's always spewing something and he has no filter on his thoughts either. Everything always gets nasty when he's around and talking. All the bous could be sitting around and talking a out the pure thing they know about Reader, but then he opens his mouth.

Dutch is the starter if jerk circles and he knows it. It's all his fault and he's happy about it.

Besides Bobby, Johnny is actually one of the sweetest in the group. He's the first one to say something to her when they are all around. Yes his comments may be....a tad bit gross or borderline inappropriate but he's trying to be nice. He just doesn't seem to get that you can't say “Wow your tits look great stuffed into that shirt babe.” to someone and they automatically think you're a great guy.

Insert Johnny getting backhanded multiple times but never dodging. All the other cobras won't admit it but they think it's hot to see her get so mad.

Dutch definitely flips her skirts and dresses like a lot but never in front of too many people. Dude gets off on panty shots way to much. Of course the other boys don't mind it either. They all end up popping boners a lot because of Dutch’s gross stupidity.

They don't really understand until one day it goes a bit too far.

Dutch tries to pinch her hip to get her skirt to ride up just a little because he wants to get a good look at her thick thighs. They're so soft and pillowy. But her on accident actually snap her painted which makes her yelp and shoot up with a huge blush on her face while trying to hold her skirt down. She turns around and tells them off for once, not carrying about her normal shyness. She calls them assholes and morons and that she's tired of their bullying. They kinda scratch their heads at this because, like, their not bullying her? They wouldn't be complaining her left and right and trying to see up her skirt if they didn't actually like her.

At that moment they start to put together the pieces and realize the mistake. She actually thought they were picking on her and trying to make her into a joke.

After the incident they try to think of a way to get her to see they actually meant all of the nice things they said to her.

Which ends up being them inviting them over to Bobby’s, where they spoil her for the night with food and a movie. This ultimately ends with them in Bobby’s decked-out basement having a huge orgy. Jerking each other off before fucking the chubby girl. Taking turns using all her holes, and after a while, she gives them up. They switch from her mouth to her pussy to anything else she wants. It's pure bliss all night long.

And after the night is done, Reader fully understands that her new group of boyfriends isn't that bad. Their just stupid, aggressive himbos. But she wouldn't trade them for anything after finding out the truth, and giving them a lesson.

[certifiedloverboyyuuta]

sub(ish)!Choso Kamo x Fem!reader - I’m very lazy and this is a blurb so here we are. Family house setting (kamo house or w/e, it’s barely a setting). Porn what plot??? Fuck it we ball

contains: choke play (male receiving)(choking over explained kinda), cursing(??), thigh riding, name calling (kinda), bit of unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap dude), they’re kinky but soft for each other.

👉🏽👈🏽

You were impatient.

As soon as his friends left or crashed in random bedrooms you were straddling his lap in the empty living room, grinning down at him as he clutched your fat ass in his hands. Choso’s head was muddy and he choked down a noise as you ground your hips over his half hard dick, clinging to him as you kept up your easy rhythm, fingers slipping through his hair. You drew your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you ground harder against his length, pulling away to pant breathily, gazing at him through half lidded eyes. You were so wet he could feel it seeping through his sweatpants. Gritting his teeth, he shifted a hand under your silk robe’s skirt only to discover there was no underwear. His dick pulsed, other hand crawling up your robe - no bra either.

With a shaky exhale, he nibbled at the crook of your neck, pulling at the tie of your robe, silk coming apart easily. He mouthed curses while leaning back to drink in the sight of you in the dim lights of the living room, full breasts, pretty waist, thighs thick with muscles flexing as your hips rolled…and the wet spot you made on his crotch. Choso’s dick twitched at the sight and he heard something like a purr from his girl on top of him. You drew him into a greedy, indulgent kiss. Beautiful, dirty, diabolic little slut. Your pretty, perfect lips were soft and inviting as always, tongues meshing as you tipped your head to the side, palm gracing his neck soothingly before you pressed the carotid arteries on either side of his throat.

He groaned against your lips, head getting lighter as the flow of oxygen to his brain was limited. Choso gripped your hip, guiding you into a faster rhythm, the other hand moving to encourage your grip tighter on his neck. You sucked his tongue deep into your mouth for a moment before you pulled back to watch him. Satisfied mewls spilled from your lips while he gasped for oxygen that wasn’t coming, head spinning, eyes rolling. His legs shook beneath yours as you pulled his sweat pants to his knees, removing a layer of clothing, rubbing your dripping pussy against his cock through his thin boxer briefs.

“Fuck, (y/n),” he croaked, tongue lolling from his mouth, barely able to swallow the spit welling in his mouth. His vision dimmed when you tightened your hold. A weak hand set loose around your wrist, not yet willing to give up the pleasurable tingles that spread through him, but he’d have to tap out soon before he fainted due to lack of oxygen.

You nuzzled your nose against his, murmuring, “knew you’d be in the mood for this. Feel good, Choso?”

Choso couldn’t nod, just attempted to meet your eyes, his lashes wet as tears threatened to spill over his cheeks. His voice was a thin whisper, “s’good, love.”

You only missed half a beat slipping his dick out of his underwear, and pressed the head of him inside you before you sunk down slowly. Choso’s eyes widened. Tight, hot, silky, sticky, wet, dripping. His hips jerked up in an effort to get deeper inside you, squeezing your wrist so you let up, oxygen rushing to his head, clinging to you as he came hard inside, gasping breaths, whole body trembling, tingling. He set his forehead to your shoulder, letting his breathing even out. Your hand rubbed soothing circles over his back.

“You okay, Choso?” You asked.

He concentrated on the feel of your palm on his back. Choso hadn’t cum that hard in awhile, it’d been an out of body experience. Now he was coming down, finally grounding himself, draping. He nodded after a minute, rasping, “Felt really, really good. Your pussy was too much, though, I think.”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hellooo!!! I loved ur story California Dreamin and I’m actually so excited to see what happens next😍 I don’t want to be pushy or anything but please update😋but take ur time though don’t force urself😙

California Dreamin’ p2

p1, p2

Synopsis: You're the owner of a coffee shop and Rusty James cuts through your town to see the beach

Summary: Who is Rusty-James, what was he doing in your hometown, and why did he leave more of an impression on you that he should've?

Warnings: spoilers for Rumble Fish, mentions of accidents, mentions of death, mentions of drug abuse

"Rusty-James," you mused, turning the name over and over in your mind.

"Strange name, huh?" The man, Rusty-James, chimed.

"Well-" You started, trying not to offend him, but a smile and a far-away look of playfulness washed over him. He looked calm and yet nervous as if he was uncomfortable with the feeling.

"Nah, I get it, my brother's name was Motorcyle Boy." He joked, letting the name slip out under the guise of forgotten past, thinking that his brother was just on another trip again.

"Oh, how interesting. What's your brother like?" You asked, trying to stay polite and continue the chat.

"Oh..brother?" He stopped, a look of dread and genuine fear grabbed him, he felt the walls of his mind close in on him as he remembered the horrible truth. He bit his lip, "My brother's pretty cool." He mumbled.

You took the hint, nodding with a smile before picking up the ends of your skirt and continuing your walk.

"WAIT" Rusty-James called, you turned back to him, a considerable distance between you and him made it hard to pinpoint his facial expressions. Rusty walked up to you, but he did it unnaturally, like he was more used to the motorcycle than his legs.

"Is something the matter?" You asked when he came into earshot. He shook his head lightly, looking up with a nostalgic smile.

"You know a good place to get chocolate milk?" You let your pursed lips crack into a wide grin.

"Pretty long walk to my cafe, you up for it?" You asked. He huffed.

"Screw walking," He said, swinging his leg over his motorcycle seat. He motioned for you to hop on behind him but you just laughed nervously.

"I don't know about that, Rusty-James" you winced, "I've been pretty much crazy afraid of motorcycles ever since I watched some dude crash. Poor guy lost some of his hearing." You racked your brain for a name to go with the story to add further proof but Rusty wouldn't take it.

"I'm the safest driver out there!" He pleaded, doing a circle around you on it to prove it. You raised your eyebrow as if to doubt him but he just laughed. "Ok, I won't force you. You'll walk while I'll drive," He patted your back, "But you have to promise me that you'll get on a motorcycle someday!" You rolled your eyes, laughed, and motioned him to follow you.

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The cafe was quiet, the worker who your dad hired to deal with the 'adult stuff' had opened shop and was helping customers already.

You hummed a tune as you put on your apron and got to work pouring out a glass of cold chocolate milk. You placed it in front of Rusty-James.

"On the house, Mr." You joked and he picked it up and drank a big gulp.

"Thanks," He smiled, wiping his upper lip.

"So, where you from?" You ask, cocking your head in genuine curiosity. An order slid your way and you worked on it as Rusty talked.

"Uhm, ya'know, Oklahoma." He gave you such choppy and unfinished pieces of information that you found yourself yearning for answers about this mysterious man. Rusty-James was what your poetry inclinded mother called, "The American Dream".

You reminisced on your mother, how she would mentions snippets of her past as a free woman, a dreamy girl of the silver spoon partying in Manhattan, to the woman she was today. She always said that, "Truly, the American Dream is the man who holds sadness in his eyes,". You questioned whether it was because of her sad country lifestyle where she grew up, or her romanticisation of your dad.

"What're you doing down here?" You asked, serving up a coffee to the man sitting in the barstool next to him.

"Always dreamt of California," He smiled.

You nodded along, "Good place to dream about,".

He laughed again, a healthier laugh than before, as if he was finally catching onto humor again.

"Look," He said, waving you in closer to him, "between me and you, I'm on a mission to travel to every big city in California with this motocycle and back,"

"And this is one of your big cities?" You asked, slightly confused, your town was small and unknown.

"No no, I'm just stopping here," He sipped from his drink.

"Oh, how exciting" You smiled, slipping into a daydream about partying in Manhattan like your mother. Rusty looked thoughtful for a minute before asking you if you would like to come with him.

You shook your head, a little deterred and saddened. "I would love to, Rusty James, but I've got my mom's shop to take care of. How about, I give you my address and you write to me about your experiences,"

Rusty nodded eagerly and just as soon as he came, he left, the beach held a strange loneliness to it when you walked to work the next morning.

[verslxt]

Actually do y/n and Gojo at a party and they get dared to make out with a jolly rancher then toji sees and he get upset and into a fight with gojo. After the party Toji rails y/n so hard but after that y/n patches up to his wounds from the fight earlier at the party. <3

yes i can actually. i love this idea! i hope that i can bring it some justice with my writing.

genre ♡ : smut pairing ♡ : satoru gojo x y/n x toji fushiguro warnings ♡ : fingering (f! receiving), blow job (m! receiving), implied drinking, tojis rich in this one mk, mentions of hard drugs, mentions of weed, hairpulling, make out session, mentions of cheating, toji being jealous, daddy kink, impregnation kink, tell me if i missed any 😙

as you walked into the party with your vape in one hand and phone in the other you didn't expect both gojo your side guy and toji your main there. your boobs being showed off through the grey cropped tank top and your ass being hugged by the baggy ripped jeans you were wearing. your black thong strings showing from the top of the your jeans. your black high top converse making you look taller than you actually are. you put your vape in between your boobs and started walking around thats when someone grabs your hand. its your sister shoko ieri.

"god damn you look hot!" she complements

you look at her outfit up and down. a form fitting top, flowy black skirt with bedazzled heels.

"thank youu so do you!" she hands you a shot and you take it. she smiles as 'party' by chris brown comes on. she pulls you with her to the dance floor. you take your vape out of your cleavage and you take a hit off of it.

you blow it out and scream the next lyrics with shoko

"BITCHES DANCIN NAKED IN MY LIVING ROOM"

you felt two hands around your waist. you looked up and it was some random dude. you pushed him off with a disgusted look on your face. after the song was over everyone circled up and started to play truth or dare.

"y/n truth or dare?" nanami asked you

"dare i ain't no pussy" you replied taking a hit off the blut you got handed

"make out with gojo with a jolly rancher in your mouth"

you got handed a blue jolly rancher and gojo got handed a red jolly rancher. you got up took another shot and sat down by gojo. he pulled you closer by pulling you into his lap. you unwrapped the candy and stuck it in your mouth

gojo latched his lip onto yours and you two started swapping spit. you felt a pair of eyes staring right through your back. you damn well knew it was toji. as the. next song came on they went on with the dares. after the two jolly ranchers were completely gone you and gojo parted. a string of purple tinted saliva was all that connected you two.

you got back up and sat in your normal spot over by shoko. you took another hit off your blut. you got handed another shot with a purple jolly rancher in it. you downed the shot and started sucking on the purple jolly rancher.

~time skip brought to you by toji and gojo's big dick energy~

you got into your car keys in the ignition when toji knocked on the window. as your phone connected to the radio you rolled down the window

"my place or yours?"

"yours" you smiled. toji grabbed your face to face him and he kissed you

"your mine."

'i cannot breathe without you being right by my side i'll die' the song played (brownie points to whoever can name the song(hint : stray kids))

toji smiled and went off to his car. you put yours in reverse and pulled out of the drive way. you followed toji home. your phone playing all kinds of freaky songs on the way over

streets - doja cat kiss it better - rihanna and many others

you pulled up next to toji and put your car in park. you grabbed all your things and walked inside. you walked up to tojis room and planted a kiss on his lip scar.

after you have sat your stuff down, toji grabs your waist and slams you down onto the bed

"open" toji commands. you open your legs. tojis hand travels down to the button on your jeans. he unbuttons them. he slides them down your legs and puts a tiny slap on your pussy. you yelp at the sudden harshness on your clit. you take your top off showing the black lace bra that you had on. the necklace that toji got you showing. the gold chain matching perfectly with your (s/c) skin

toji smiles and latches his lips onto a small piece of skin on your collar bone. tojis teeth lightly graze it. you yelp once toji fully bites down on it. you slip your shoes off and kick them off the edge of the bed

toji unlatches his mouth from your collar bone and sees your vape. he takes it out of your cleavage and takes a hit off it

"come on pretty girl open those lips for daddy" you parted your plump lips and toji stuck the vape in between them your took it out of your mouth and put it on the bed side table

tojis hands slid down to pull your jeans the rest of the way off. after he slipped your jeans all the way off he stuck his hands on your hips

"your mine you know that right?"

"yes daddy"

"okay baby"

toji pulled you off the bed and puts you on your knees. he pulls his grey sweats down along with his boxers. he sat down on the bed his erection standing straight up. you took it in your hands and attached your lips to it. your head started bobbing up and down. lewd phrases coming out of tojis mouth.

"what a good slut" he pushed your head down a little bit more. making sure his tip hit the back of your mouth

you let go of him with a loud pop sound. you focused on the tip of his cock. your lips wrapped around it. sucking it slowly

"i'm close, i'm close" you took your lips off the tip of his cock and started pumping your hands up and down. his hot sticky cum shooting all over your tits. he picked some up with his finger and stuck it in your mouth. the next thing your know your on the bed. lace bra and thong on the floor next to the rest of your things

tojis middle and ring finger pumped inside of you at a slow pace. you put a pillow right above your ass in your lower back area. tojis fingers were now going in and out of you at a fast pace. curling them right where your g-spot is.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck" you moaned out

toji knew you were close. repeating words was your first sign. next was moaning. third was trembling breath and fourth was clenching around him.

your breath started to tremble. and finally you spilt over the edge when toji placed a kiss on your clit.

toji licked up your juices and looked up at you. your chest going up and down. up and down. up and down.

toji got up and took his shirt off showing off his muscles. he put your legs up on your shoulders. he lined himself up and leaned down to put himself in and kiss you. you moaned in the kiss. toji started moving in and out.

toji flips you over onto your stomach. and arched your back. he grabbed a handful of your hair

"fuck your so damn tight" toji groaned. you moaned into the pillow. toji pulled you back up by your hair

"ahp what do good girls do"

"t-tell da-d-daddy what i-i wa-want"

"good girl"

you moaned out as toji arched your back more and more. you knew you were close. your legs started to give out under you. your moans became more lewd and louder. toji let go of your hair and his hand traveled down to your clit. he started rubbing it

"come on baby we gotta get you pregnant. you know how pretty you'll be with my baby in your"

you moaned out and with one final thrust you came. and with 3 more thrusts into your toji came inside you. you flopped over on your side and fell asleep.

~4 days later~

y/n baby come home quick i have some thing to tell you

toji ♡

be there in a little bit ♡

you waited for toji on the couch 7 different pregnancy tests laid out on the counter. the door opened and you saw toji come through the door bloody and bruised. you instantly got up and grabbed the med kit. you pushed toji down onto the couch and and started to patch him up.

"baby what'd you do"

"i beat that bitch gojo to a pulp"

"well now everyone can know your mine" you got up and handed him one of the 7 pregnancy tests.

[risingsoleil]

Well, I AM the tits-or-ass anon and ma'am you took my little headcanon and just ran with in the middle of the day. Why am I flustered by the word calisthenics during my break?!?

In any case, I love this dynamic, let me share some more of it: for AU Linzin, I see them really enjoying some sensory play. Lin has a fondness of wax play, while Tenzin would never admit the dark pleasure he gets from breath play (he doesn't do it often at all, as he tries to self control, but that only makes it the more spectacular when it happens)

Teacher Linzin: I think that Tenzin has a bit of a cuckolding kink, not necessarily watching Lin outright cheat, but to have his prim and proper girlfriend subtly rile other dudes on just to get him in the mood to fuck her raw? A complete turn on.

I ride so hard with Lin being an undercover exhibitionist, she will plan ahead for scenarios where he can fuck her in semi-public places ("What was it, Hun? You going to that secluded hiking spot at the crack of dawn? Sure, I'll wait for you here c;") she will also just so happen to forget her panties and wear the tightest of skirts whenever they have a big event. I'm thinking end-of-the-year review with the other teachers while she has to keep her knees close together out of fear of just *dripping out*

They both enjoy some really nasty dirty talk.

You have now entered Soleil's exclusive cellar of divine sexuality. Please enjoy today's summer brunch spread of Linzin.

For our appetizer, we are starting off with AU Linzin. Not many people appreciate the art of sensory play in foreplay, thus I give you ice and spice. Lin and Tenzin have brought their young children to the South Pole for quality memories with Gran Gran. The young earthbender walks into her bedroom, wearing nothing but a short robe covering her breasts. Tenzin is mesmerized and eventually, his shirt is gone and Lin is pinned to the wall with his warm body. With a melting ice cube in his hand, Tenzin traces from her collarbone, cold trails of water cascading down her cleavage.

Shifting the robe to the side so that her breasts are exposed, her nipples are hard at the chilly environment. A low hiss leaves her lips as Tenzin guides the ice cube to her left breast and circles her nipple. He sucks the water droplets off her skin, the warmth of his tongue clashing against the chill on her breast.

The cube is on its last breath and Tenzin rubs it gently against her inner thighs, and Lin clamps her thighs shut. Cold fingers stroke her clit and two fingers slide into the soaked depths, coating in the heat of her desire.

(Soleil's recommendation: Lin and Tenzin enjoy this most when blindfolded--iced or hot. It heightens the experience).

On to the first dish, we have Teacher Tenzin. Similar to the flavors of exhibitionism, Tenzin fantasizes about catching Lin masturbating. In the middle of grading final exams, his imagination goes to walking in on Lin in their classroom and fingers pumping inside of her pussy. She decided not to wear any panties underneath her skirt, legs spread out at the edge of the desk. Tenzin would lock the door and watch Lin play with herself, study her movements, watch how her face looks when she's on the edge, how her body shifts and leans forward as she cums.

The next dish is Teacher Lin. After another successful photoshoot, the company has gifted Lin and Tenzin a stay at a hotel. With a stunning view of the city, Linzin can see Republic City, but the city cannot see them. Lin walks toward the balcony, her clothes dropping to the floor in a trail behind her. Tenzin is hesitant to join her on the balcony. Lin leans with her arms against the rails, pushing her ass out and stretching. Then she turns around, arms on the rails and spine arched, boobs expanding for him.

After all, how can Tenzin Wang resist such an invitation?

Tenzin turns her around so that Lin can look at the city lights. His hands grip her hips and pull her ass toward his cock. The hard length slides between her thighs, the slickness coating him before he glides into Lin easily. Lin grinds against him as she takes all eight inches of him without a condom.

Lin has now acquired a taste for a breeding fetish, and enjoys the fantasy and sensation of Tenzin's orgasm filling her.

For dessert, I present a Soleil signature: AU Lin is pregnant with her first baby with Tenzin. She is halfway through the pregnancy and has accompanied Tenzin to one of the air temples. To escape the infatuated and ditzy acolytes, Lin and Tenzin stumble upon a hidden waterfall. It was quite a hike to reach a hidden oasis, and Lin and Tenzin remove their clothes and stand beneath the cascading waters.

Tenzin admires the natural beauty of his wife growing life within her powerful body. Standing behind her, his hands rest beneath the growing bump and kisses line her neck. One thing leads to another and Linzin have moved away from the waters.

Lin strokes his dick, tracing the head against her slit. Peering down, Tenzin can't clearly see his dick with the bump in the way. But the sensation of sticky desire and warmth tells him exactly how close he is to her. Guiding her to a stable spot against a smooth rock, her back meets her own element. Tenzin slides her leg over his arm and Lin guides him where she wants him.

He begins slow and gentle, to avoid them slipping and any harm to the baby. But Lin kisses beneath his jaw and whispers in his ear "I need you to fuck me hard." Tenzin always has a hand on her bump to cradle the bump and also keep his grip on Lin.

Tenzin must make a decision. Listen to his wife or fuck her with caution.

Why not both desserts?

With that, brunch has now ended. I hope you enjoyed the summer Linzin brunch special.

[roseandgold137]

Alternative to last one

Ficlet prompt:

Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON

(Cheesy I know but it’s what I’ve got for you)

Okay so it’s not necessarily “shut up and dance with me” but she does say “dance with me” so it’s basically the same thing right

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Kelly’s house party invitations had promised a lot. And, in fairness to her, she’d delivered on most of it; her parents were well-off, so it wasn’t really a surprise that she’d arranged the pool, DJ, and catering; even the LED lights she’d added to the rooms weren’t all that unexpected. What wasn’t expected was the complete and utter lack booze, a fact that Janet was regrettably aware of, trapped in conversation with someone who cared far too much.

“I didn’t come here to be sober,” the person grumbled, not seeming very sober to Janet. They probably pre-gamed the party, which, actually, makes sense, because Janet wasn’t sure she’d ever met this guy in her life.

‘I’ve never seen you before in my life,’ she was tempted to say, but decided against it. Instead, she just hummed, and looked around for her salvation.

There - Helena was in the crowd, her and Lorna, and given that the dude didn’t seem to be thinking all that clearly anyway, Janet managed to slip away unnoticed, and he continued ranting at the wall.

Helena saw her almost instantly, eyes lighting up. At least, Janet thought they did, but it was difficult to tell with how the lights caught on the lenses of her glasses. “Hey! Janet!”

“Hey, Hel,” Janet said, smiling. Lorna waved at her, only to be tapped on the shoulder by Malcolm, and brought onto the dance floor. Janet couldn’t be sure if she saw her wave in return. “Have you seen Jack?”

“No,” Helena replied, craning her neck over the crowd. Her glittery nails kept drawing Janet’s attention back to her hands, where she held a glass of… apple juice? Cranberry juice? It was difficult to tell under the changing lights. “I mean, he’s pretty tall, shouldn’t be that hard to find him.”

“Yeah,” Janet agreed, also craning her neck, but she didn’t see anything Helena couldn’t. “He might be outside? I think there’s supposed to be a barbecue.”

“Wait, seriously? I want barbecue,” Helena said. She grabbed Janet’s hand and they made their way through the crowd. Janet’s cream skirt suddenly felt far less practical once they were outside, with winter well under way. No snow, yet, but honestly, she would have been fine for snow; frost and chilliness was far worse.

Jack was, indeed, beside the barbecue, and Janet skipped over to him. “Jack!”

He looked up at her, face splitting into a smile. He held up his phone. “Janny! I was just about to text you,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I brought you some chocolates. They’re in my bag, I left it in the front hall.” Janet kissed his nose.

“I love you,” she said. “We should go back inside. There’s a dance floor. And it lights up.”

“‘Course it does,” Jack said, smiling against her lips. He linked his hand with hers, the other dropped to her waist, and he swayed in a slow circle with her. “Will you offer me this dance?”

“Shut up and dance with me,” Janet giggled, slipping out from his grip to drag him inside. Helena gave her an amused thumbs up from where she stood at the barbecue as Janet took Jack to the dance floor.