#i still like drinking coke :p

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Make It Up | Quinn Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when you get left at the lake house with trevor and quinn, what happens when their bet has a way of helping you.

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!jack hughes best friend x trevor zegras

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, threesome, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem and m receiving!), mild choking, degradation, spanking, swearing, weed, and drinking.

word count: 6.74k

authors note: strap in people for our @sweetestdesire smut where our inner whore was truly released. I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! and did this take me a week? yes…

“Don’t be so stupid!”

You heard Trevor groan as someone - who you could only assume to be Quinn - hit the boy on the head “I’m just saying that maybe we should let her decide who gets her?” Trevor’s shrugged still letting his hand nurse the sore spot on his head.

The boys were sat on the couch unaware of the fact that you had woken up and crawled out of the comfort that was your bedroom “you make her sound like she’s some toy bro.” Quinn scowled, knowing you were worth more than that.

But the younger boy laughed, taking the captains apprehension for something else “look if you think I could fuck Y/N better then, I’ll understand if you want to concede.” His words made your eyes go wide finally realizing that it was you that they were talking about, not one of the girls who stayed in the area for the summer.

The idea within itself was complicated, you were Jack’s best friend. Had been since you both ended up reaching for the last coke can in the cooler during a party.

It was that awkward moment as your hands touched “you can have it.” Jack offered letting his hand drop.

You were a gorgeous girl that had Jack wondering why he hadn’t seen you before “we could split it.” You shook your head as you smiled.

That offer was far more suitable for the two of you as he nodded ‘I would but I sorta got this rule that I need to know your name before I share a drink with you.” He made this exaggerated sigh that made you laugh.

The hockey player watched you playfully roll your eyes “it’s Y/N.” You mumbled holding your hand out to meet his “Jack.”

But somehow they didn’t really care for the innocence of that memory that was the foundation of which your friendship with Jack was built on.

“Oh you are so fucking on.”

With their handshake it now felt time for your presence to be known “you boys coming with for a run?” You forced a smile onto your lips acting like your mind wasn’t going a million miles a minute thinking about what they wanted to have be in store for you.

Their faces were red as their eyes went wide with fear wondering how much of that you had heard “geez, you’d think a bunch of athletes would be a little more cooperative.” You raised your hands in surrender assuming they wanted to discuss more of their conversation.

So they watched you walk off, sliding your shoes on before you sent them a salute. The boys grew jealous of your shorts and sports bra watching the material hug your breasts and the curve of your ass before you left them alone.

The desire that filled their bones was almost enough to have them run after you. But with the reminder of the fact that, the house was set to remain with just the three of you for another five days, they knew they could wait. After all, they couldn’t allow themselves to be seen as too desperate right?

Your initial plan for the summer was to have one last bit of fun before you headed off to work. After college you were left with two different offers which ironically enough, were in Vancouver and Anaheim. So now you were left with a measly week to reveal to them exactly which one you were going to take.

Now part of you was willing to just pick yourself, but being so indecisive by nature. When the idea came up of someone else picking for you, you practically chomped at the bit. Still refusing to let the figments of fantasy that your mind created around the boys plan, that they still didn’t bring up to your face.

But truthful it was all they could think about when they watched you fall asleep on the boat as the three of you grew used to each other. Settling into a routine what seemed to almost always have you in your bikini “I’m bored.” You whined skipping the song on Trevor’s playlist as you didn’t think you could handle the sounds of Drake once more.

You had been sat on the arm of the couch as you watched the boys play pool, after giving up when you lost for a fifth time in a row. As you sat up straight it made the boys smile turning their attentions to you “so what do you propose we do?” Trevor had a blunt between his fingers as he offered you a hit.

His eyes practically jumped into what felt like your soul as you nodded. Opening your lips slightly as you allowed him to rest it on your lower lip. Both boys watched in awe as your eyes never left Trevor’s “now breathe out f’me pretty girl.” His voice was soft as it made you feel at ease letting some of the herbal taste still on your tongue before you followed the instructions.

Trevor brought the blunt up to his own lips as even Quinn walked over to the two of you “what do you wanna do now doll?” The pet names had you feeling fuzzy when his hand was placed on your thigh.

It made you squirm as the alcohol in your system had you feeling everything in a tenfold strength “I want you both.” You confessed bringing the white claw that you were drinking to your lips to taste the mango flavored drink.

The boys swore they were dreaming, like their prayers had been answered and heavens gates opened. Yet when they remembered that they hadn’t brought it up to you panic did start to set in for the two of them.

Part of you realized your minor error and smiled as your cheeks turned a soft shade of pink “maybe it could help me decide where I go.” You shrugged running your fingers through your hair “and besides, it’s not like the two of you didn’t already want to fuck me.”

Trevor smirked running his fingers along his jaw as he looked down at you “y’know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back.” He pointed out shaking his head, as if he was pretending to be disappointed that you had listened in on their conversation.

But instead a soft laugh left your lips as you took his dying blunt from him letting it rest between your fingers “thought it was worse to talk about someone though?” You quipped back bringing your feet up to the couches on either side of you, revealing the wet patch in your red bikini bottoms as you smirked “so if anything, I think we should be starting with an apology.” Your words were directed to them both as they couldn’t but almost cum on the spot as they watched your hand run down your bare thigh, with your baseball jersey - that you had most definitely stolen from Luke - falling to your sides.

The air in the room grew warm as the boys wondered who should really make the first move “princess if you want us to act sorry then you gotta do something for me first.” Quinn spoke up, almost in awe of how your eyes looked up at him when you nodded.

Quinn placed his fingers under your chin forcing your head up “go sit on the table f’me please.” Even as he had a tone strong enough to make your entire body squirm, he was still the well mannered boy that his mom raised him to be.

So of course you listened, short bursts of movement left the felt material against your ass “who do you want more of an apology from?” Trevor went to step in front of you as it was he who came up with the original idea of the agreement. Meaning that he was sure to be the most logical to be blamed.

But instead your eyes never left Quinn “someone who thought his morals were too good to fuck me.” The captain let his head drop as he realized that you had also heard the part where he tried to say no.

Somehow Trevor wasn’t disappointed to be shut down, instead he found himself comfortably on the pool table behind you “rest your pretty little head f’me doll.” Trevor mumbled spreading his legs to allow you to rest against him.

His fingers brushed over your collarbone as he smiled “Quinny you gonna fuck her or keep us both waiting?” The younger player couldn’t help but grumble still jealous that it wasn’t him between your legs.

Quinn tapped the pads of his fingertips over the insides of your thighs “been thinking about getting you like this since I met ya.” His confession made you blush as you remembered the day you picked up Jack’s FaceTime call from the older boy.

So you sent him a smile as he tapped your thigh motioning to you to push off of your hips making his cock throb against his boxers at the way you were so responsive to him. It took him a moment to hook his fingers into the bottoms of your swimsuit as he sucked in his breath, watching in awe at how your panties slid off of your legs “you’re such a pretty fucking girl.” Quinn murmured to himself as he pressed his hands on the table to stop you from shutting your legs.

He kissed up your skin, making sure to not miss a spot in his efforts to spread his love equally between your two legs “please.” Your voice drew a shaky whimper “since you asked so nicely.” The captain smirked, dropping his face down to meet your cunt.

His tongue was rough against your slit “shit!” You gasped pushing back against Trevor as your eyes fluttered feeling the new sensation

It made him smile as he watched your head look up to him “hi pretty girl.” Trevor mumbled as he cupped your cheek keeping you close as his lips hovered over yours.

He pressed a soft kiss against your lips wanting to keep your attention but as Quinn slotted his tongue into your cunt, it made you moan unintentionally giving Trevor the chance to slot his tongue between your lips. Quinn enjoyed how you tasted on his tongue letting his nose bump your clit occasionally to draw your eyes back to him “fuck Quinn!” You whimpered feeling the scruff of his beard against the inside of your thighs.

The captain practically treated you like you were his last meal, constantly sucking and licking as he replaced his tongue with his fingers letting the calloused skin stretch your cunt out. Quinn took the opportunity to watch you in awe “is this a good enough apology f’you?” He mumbled finally letting his tongue focus on your sensitive clit.

Your mind went foggy as you arched your back letting your ass press against Trevor’s boner that tried to push through his shorts “think Quinny boy asked you a question doll.” You could feel the younger boy’s warm breath against your neck as he ran his fingers up the sides of your chest.

His hands were rough as they found their place on the bikini top that did little to cover your breasts “since you won’t need this tonight.” Cockiness soaked his voice as the door air hit your hardening nipples, feeling the fabric that once covered them get pushed to the side.

Incoherent whimpers of apology felt from your lips as Trevor caught your breasts in between his fingers “s-so good.” You nodded feeling your fingers tug through Quinn’s locks that you had somehow convinced him not to cut coming into summer.

The new pain in his scalp made him grunt as the sensation traveled down to his cock, only making his tongue as his fingers move faster as he curved his fingers that thrusted into your cunt “I’m gonna.” You warned feeling your body grow tight as your toes curled when your eyes locked in on him.

Trevor’s antic’s only seemed to increase at that point rolling your sensitive peaks against his skin, bringing his lips down to suck at your ear lobe as he let his grunts echo on your ears.

You bit your lip as you squirmed, Quinn still attacking your clit in awe of the way you became a mess in his hands. As he tapped the pool table with two fingers from his free hand it seemed that he and Trevor had a secret language “he want’s you to make a mess on the table sweet girl.” Trevor’s mumble was all that you needed to finally reach your orgasm.

The walls around you absorbed the sounds of your cries and the way that you used each of your hands to each one boy close to you. Your body came crashing down from the high as if you had been brought to shore by a wave that knocked the wind out of your chest “lay off her for a second.” Trevor almost felt like he was getting protective over you as you struggled to regain your breathing with Quinn still lapping away at your cunt.

Quinn’s chin glistened from your juices and you couldn’t help but whimper using the remaining bits of your energy to lean forward to kiss him. Getting to taste your salty release on his tongue as it mixed with the array of drinks that he had been having through the day “fuck baby.” Quinn let out a grunt as he had to pull away from you just as you got into the kiss when his phone went off.

The contact that illuminated his screen was Josh and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows at it “I need to take this.” Quinn sighed wanting to kill his friend as he saw the previous two miss calls from earlier in the day.

You nodded - not like you had much choice anyways - as he left the room, leaving you to breathe against Trevor “hi pretty girl.” Trevor laughed as he caught your grin.

He helped you sit up straight “you still with us?” His voice was soft seeing your eyes begin to grow heavy.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, body coming down from what could have been drowning. Once not being able to even breathe but now sat trying to process all that had happened “of course I am.” You grumbled looking down to see your breasts still out of your bikini top.

His hands reached for the two parts of triangle fabric before he pulled them together covering your breasts when you yawned “okay we are getting you to bed.” You wanted to argue with him but Trevor instead pressed a kiss to your lips.

It was enough to silence you honestly in surprise of such a soft gesture “I promise I’ll make sure to fuck you tomorrow.” He offered making your cheeks go red as he helped you off of the table.

You sent him a sweet smile ignoring the way that your thighs pressed together as the alcohol in your head made your eyes go heavy “don’t fall asleep before I figure out how to take your makeup off.”

The memories of that night stayed in your mind even as you lay on the seat at the back of the boat letting the sun coat you skin in a gorgeous glow. Even as you pretended to be asleep, no slumber would be powerful enough to nullify the power the boy’s gaze had. It wasn’t the sun that cooked your body, it was instead the attention that they sent you.

Last night was painful for them both as they had to sort themselves out, yet the sight of you in that new bikini reminded them of the important message: this is a marathon, not a sprint. Yet still Trevor couldn’t help but jump off of his seat as the moment that Quinn killed the engine. The area they picked was quiet, in the years they went not a single person beyond the group in the boat had been seen.

That was partly the reason why they picked it today. The soft marks on your neck reminded them of the night before, and they both needed more “you know I can feel you watching right?” You blurted out feeling the sun that once shone on you, now partially blocked by a body that stood over you.

Trevor smirked as he clicked his tongue “should have given us a show then.” He winked watching you sit up straight to look at him “do my best ones with a bit more music than this.” Your words were intended to be playful but instead Trevor pulled his phone out of his pocket as he scrolled to a playlist.

You expected to hear the soft sounds of whatever rap music that was on his Spotify playlist, but instead it was your own picks in the yearly lake house mixtape you crafted. Quinn had joined the two of you in the back of the boat “don’t be a brat.” His hand tugged through his hair making you remember how it felt between your fingers just hours before.

The boys knew you were good but letting them watch you in nothing more than what seemed to be your tiniest bikini as you let your ass hang in there air “fuck pretty girl.” Trevor couldn’t help palm his cock through his pants locking eyes with you.

You licked your lips attempting to crawl to him in the most sultry manner possible “should I finally make you feel good?” You asked as you placed your hands on his knees, using the little upper body strength that you have to push yourself onto him.

The sight made the boys mouths water as you straddled the Ducks player’s thighs “think I should fuck you yet?” The question oozed from your lips as he whimper, feeling your hand close over his “please.” Trevor nodded wanting every inch of you in that moment.

Your lips were soft against his ear “you wanna join my show and put one on for Quinn?” You sucker at his lobe grinding your cunt against him as you pulled his hand out from his pants bringing it to your breast instead “oh shit.” The boy whined as he swore he felt your folds spread for his cock.

Quinn had no shame letting his shorts go halfway down his thighs. His cock was in his hands as he pumped himself “need to hear your words.” You cooed pushing into your knees as you let the flimsy material of your bikini top catch his eyes.

Your breasts looked perfect - they always do - but now that sight has his shorts ready to rip at the seam “use me doll.” Trevor forced the words out from his lips with a deep breath, trying to keep some once of strength.

His eyes locked with yours as you froze, checking that he was being serious “want your cunt all over my cock.” He begged making you catch your lower lip between your teeth.

You got up making his expression grow hurt “gotta take these off unless you plan on fucking me through them.” You pointed out and you swore that there was something in the air that made them both contemplate it for a second.

But as they watched your bikini bottoms drop to the ground they realized what it was all truth “fuck Y/n please.” Trevor tugged his shorts down finally letting his cock hit his pelvic bone “you are so responsive.” You grinned letting your ass meet his cock.

He hissed at the feeling of you dragging his cock over your slit before you sunk down on it. You had opted to sit facing away from him so that you could have a similar effect on Quinn too “shit baby.” Trevor watched your legs spread on either side on the boat bench before you began to push off of his cock.

The movements were ones that the two of you quickly fell into letting him help you out as your walls hugged his cock letting him guide the pace “this pussy is heaven.” Trevor announced making Quinn grow jealous.

He had seen you first, so you were meant to be his. But somehow you were sat making Trevor feel good “wanna suck your cock.” You blurted out snapping your head to Quinn who nodded.

The boy tucked himself back into his shorts as he got up, paying little attention to the sounds of your skin slapping against Trevor’s lap. Your legs tucked to the sides, trying to make it easier for you to bounce as his cock grazed your sweet spot.

Trevor was feeling awfully possessive as his fingers dug into your sides taking charge of the thrusts pace “can’t have you move.” He gritted as you leaned forward to kiss Quinn, forcing Trevor to elongate his thrusts in order to feel your cunt in its entirety.

Quinn’s lips were rough against yours as you let your hand trail down to his waistband, tugging them down to his sides “you poor guy.” You clicked your tongue as you went to wrap your hand around his cock.

But Trevor lay a hard slap to your ass that made you jump “behave before we make sure to fuck you like the real whore that you are.” He warned tugging at the bow of your bikini letting the material fall from your breasts again “sorry Quinny.” You apologized batting your eyelashes at him as he smiled.

The older boy ran his fingers through your hair “think you know how to make it up to me.” He nodded as you dropped your head “cause you don’t get to cum until you’ve finished him off in your mouth.” Trevor’s words were meant to make you freeze with fear, but instead you took it as a challenge.

Your tongue ran over the underside of his cock as your eyes locked with Quinn’s “fuck it’s like she wants to be treated like a slut.” The Hughes boy grunted as he tugged his fingers through your hair.

Quinn was big in your mouth, his cock was hitting the back of your throat as he refused to let you even think about teasing him. Your eyes fluttered as they got into a rhythm. For every time that Trevor thrusted deeper into your cunt, Quinn would pull back.

Only for them to then switch roles “wonder what Jack would think seeing his best friend between us?” Trevor asked as he let his hand travel down your clit.

A moan let your lips when your cunt clenched around his cock, at the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive nub “think she likes the idea of being caught like that huh?” Quinn egged you on.

He let his head fall back when you tilted your head forward to take more of his cock in your mouth “this mouth was made to be fucked Jesus.” The captain let out a grunt as he felt your nails claw at this thighs attempting to help gain back some control.

Even with that you still gagged on his cock treating it like a drug that you needed so much more of, for each time Trevor’s cock hit your cunt deeper. For every time you swore you felt the ducks player in your brain, he seemed to push you that much further.

You were a moaning mess as your legs began to shake swearing that you felt a bruise form on your pelvis “aghhh.” Your saliva dripped down your chin as your cunt clamped around Trevor.

At that point Quinn was doing all of the work fucking your throat “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

Trevor was doing everything that he could to not coat the walls of your cunt as you clenched around him “play with her tits.” He knew you weren’t going to last long as your cunt gushed around him “she fucking loves it.” He added with a smirk as you whimpered, forcing your thighs closer together as the thought of them taking about you like you weren’t there made you squirm.

His hands were rough against your breasts and that combined with the feeling against your clit and how Trevors cock was practically in your stomach at this point, was too much for you. Tears flooded your waterline as your body thrashed against them.

Quinn felt his orgasm quickly approach as your throat tightened around his cock finally sending him over the edge “shit doll.” Quinn’s thrusts grew inconsistent as he pressed his fingers into the back of your scalp as he “fuck you are gonna make me cum.” He tugged at your hair making you moan as he felt his cock throb against your tongue.

So it seemed that one tug of your nipples was enough to finally let Quinn shoot his release into your mouth, sure to not waste a drop of it. Your nose was pressed against his skin as he caught his breath thrusting once or twice more. Certain that his cock was milked dry before he pulled out “holy shit.” As the captain fought to regain his breath again it sent Trevor into overdrive.

His pace grew animal hearing the grunt that left Quinn’s lips as he watched you swallow his release as if it was nothing “shit Z.” You whimper letting your own fingers tug at your breasts when you were spun around to face Trevor.

The boy was desperate to watch you cum “a deal is a deal pretty thing so go make a mess on my cock.” Was all you needed to hear to fall against him “fuck Trevor!” Your teeth sunk into his shoulder to muffle your moans when your walls clenched around his cock.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his release mark up your walls when he planted your hips against his to try to stop you from squirming anymore “holy shit.” You gasped as your chest heaved trying to process the black specs that were still in your vision.

They laughed watching Trevor reach behind you to do up your bikini top when they heard the sound of a boat engine “it seems we might have some company.” And with that you were back on the boat bench with a towel wrapped around your hips as you waited for a chance to put your bottoms back on.

The boys thought that the timing of the other boat was horrible, but you were just glad that you had came before it decided to.

You walked back to the house from the dock in Trevor’s shirt as you laughed priding it now as your own. Quinn watched the younger boy almost chase you up the grass making you squeal like you were going to lose, even as the hockey player had the cooler in his hands “guys.” You were quick to freeze the moment you realized that the front door was left wide open.

Trevor took the chance to bump into you as he grinned “told you I would get my shirt back.” He smirked until his eyes followed yours bringing up similar questions “nice to see someone finally show up.” Josh teased as he locked eyes with you.

This wasn’t the first trip you had met him on and your cheeks grew a soft tint of red when he looked down realizing that he had walked into a rather interesting dynamic “the three of us were just on the boat.” You explained bringing your hair in front of your neck to cover where Trevor had his hands on your throat “hey guys.” You and Trevor did little to hide your glares at Quinn as the eldest Hughes boy walked up.

Quinn awkwardly smiled looking towards his friends for any kind of help “was gonna tell you two last night but then you went to bed early.” He shrugged making the mental note to apologize to you after on in the day.

That was all hours ago and now it seemed that the plans of the summer of sex were now nothing more than a fun memory. You couldn’t sleep properly in the now fuller house so as you saw the time was three a.m, you opted for a midnight snack. It was a common occurrence for you as you continued to curse the creaky floorboards that sat beneath your feet.

Quinn had heard it as he too struggled to sleep with the sounds of Josh’s snores now coming from next to him “you really did fuck me over buddy.” Quinn sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair wanting to be mad at the boys for how their arrival was indeed a giant cock block. Quinn had tried convincing them to come at least a day or two after their proposed date, but the requests clearly fell onto deaf ears.

In the kitchen you stood with a bowl of fruits that you were grateful you cut up the day before. The mix of mango and watermelon was tasty on your tongue as you cracked open a white claw, figuring that you might as well give yourself the time to relax properly “you got room f’one more?” Quinn asked as he walked down the stairs to see you comfortably situated against the counter.

Your eyes sharpened as he continued his walk towards you “depends.” You sighed putting another mango cube into your mouth “your friends gonna come down and decide that they want some too?” The spite in your voice made it clear to him that you were still so beyond annoyed that he had done that to the two of you.

It made the captain scoff “look I didn’t ask for them to come early.” He shot back as he rolled his eyes “so don’t fucking bitch about it like it is my fault.” He warned you clearly not impressed by the new attitude you had.

However his words only seemed to light a fire beneath you “well what are you gonna do if I don’t stop being a brat?” Your words were curious as you bit into a piece of mango accidentally letting the juice of it slide down your chin and onto your t-shirt “because you aren’t really the kind of guy who is gonna fuck me back into my place.” You took a step closer to him as you reminded him of the game of never have I ever from last summer. When Quinn decided to let Jack and Trevor know that they were disgusting for having had slept with girls whilst everyone was under the roof of the house.

But this time something snapped in Quinn. His lips were quickly on yours as you swore you had never seen so much anger in his eyes “you think this is a fucking funny joke don’t ya?” The hockey player spat as he pushed you onto the counter where you placed the bowl behind you “hell you’re probably soaked at the thought of me fucking you for them all to hear.” He added pushing the sleep shirt you wore up to reveal the white panties you had beneath it.

He let out a grunt seeing the wet patch on them “why did you have to act like such a fucking brat if all you wanted was to be fucked?” The boy asked letting his two fingers collect your wetness as they made their way between your folds.

Your lips pressed together as you stopped yourself from letting out a moan, but that only made him more annoyed as he pushed through into your cunt “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to speak already?” Quinn spat as he brought his hand to rest around your throat “n-no.” Tears formed in your eyes as you felt the skin of his palm graze over your clit.

Quinn felt his cock grow hard as he felt you clench around him “please.” You begged bringing your hips up to meet his fingers as you so badly needed more “use your words.” He instructed as he began to slow down his thrusts using it as a warning against you.

You shook your head as your fingers gripped at the edge of the counter “need your cock.” You blurted out making his fingers force themselves even deeper into the gummy walls of your cunt “think you deserve it?” He taunted bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

The boy wondered if he was being too rough with you all of a sudden “just wanna cum on your cock.” You whined not having a care in the world for the concerns that had flashed across his face.

Those words made him tug your panties down over your feet as he let them form into a ball “would hate for the boys to hear ya.” He pointed out placing them into your mouth as he pulled you off of the counter.

Before you knew it, you were facing the staircase with your stomach against the counter as Quinn lined up his cock with your entrance. He took the time to spread his precum across your slit as you let out a muffled moan “fuck Z was right about how good this cunt is.” Quinn let out a grunt as he felt your walls quick to hug him.

Trevor knew he shouldn’t have chugged the whole bottle of water before bed, but somehow he did it and was now wide awake after going to pee. But what stopped him from ending back in his room was the fact that your door was wide open and you were now nowhere in sight.

It made his lips form a frown until he saw the low light creep up the stairs that came from the kitchen. He thought that you must have just been tired wanting a snack and he smirked to himself as he went to offer you some company.

The creaks of the floorboards made you whimper as your eyes went wide “fuck princess maybe someone is gonna walk in on you being such a slut.” Your cheeks were stained from your tears as the boy continued to let his hips snap into yours.

The idea of it happening made your cunt clench around him as he lay a slap on your ass “but maybe it’s what you wanted all of this time huh?” Quinn taunted you as a muffled moan left your lips letting your spit soak your panties.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you grew nervous seeing the feet walk down the steps as you swore that Quinn’s pace had somehow gotten quicker as he made bruised your pelvis consistently pressing against your g-spot “would you look at that.” Trevor smirked as he caught sight of Quinn fucking you. You looked like a mess, Quinn’s hand in your hair and your mouth stuffed with your own panties “honestly I am offended that you guys didn’t wake me up for this.” He pointed out as he walked down the remainder of the steps.

Trevor felt his cock grow hard as he was finally able to see the proper sight of how Quinn fucked your cunt “let me hear ya now then.” His words were soft as he pulled your panties from your mouth.

With that came a string of loose moans that had your entire body shaking “doll is he fucking you good?” Trevor quizzed as he gripped your chin between his fingers.

You whimpered with a nod as your lips formed a pout feeling his free hand reach down to rub at your clit “woulda fucked you too but it seems I’m too late to the party.” The ducks player faked being hurt as the view of your blown pupils were enough to make him feel better.

Your cunt squelched as the sounds of skin slapping echoed off of the walls around you “shit.” Your head fell forward as you rested it on Trevors shoulder feeling your eyes screw shut as each boy played apart in your pleasure.

The boys locked eyes with each other as they knew they shared the common goal of making you cum “squeezing me so tight I might lose my dick in it.” Quinn warned as he tugged his fingers through your hair letting out a grunt as he felt his cock throb when you clenched.

Trevor felt your tears soak his skin as he forced your face up to look at him “what’s got you all sad pretty girl?” He taunted you pressing his thumb into your clit harder when you whimpered.

You felt your eyes flutter as pleasure built in your stomach as your hands gripped at Trevors shoulders “just wanna cum so bad.” You confessed feeling that if you hadn’t been between the two of them that you would have been on the floor in a mess.

It made the boys moan in delight as they began to think about how needy you were “oh I think you know how to ask is better than that.” Trevor clicked his tongue as Quinn wanted to reach over to kill him, worried that he couldn’t handle much more of fucking you.

Your throat felt raw as Trevor used his free hand to wrap around hit “please let me cum.” You pleaded “just wanna feel so good on his cock.” Trevor looked to Quinn who nodded “go on pretty girl.” Trevor nodded finally giving you the green light.

The coil in your stomach broke as Trevor’s pace of his rough fingers against your clit didn’t let up, much like Quinn’s thrusts as he fucked you through your orgasm “shit shit shit!” You chanted the course of words as your body shook clenching around Quinn as it trigged his own orgasm.

His release sprayed up the walls of your cunt placing his mark on you too as they didn’t stop their actions until you went quiet. Quinn’s cock hit the inside of your thigh as he pulled out of you.

Trevor brushed your hair out of your thighs as he heard the sound of the floor creaking once more meaning that someone was awake.

As your adrenaline crashed your eyes went wide pushing the boys away from you as you pulled your shirt down over your ass “panties?” You asked forgetting which boy hand them.

Trevor pulled it out of his pocket as he tapped your ankle to help you put them on “now I might not be a genius, but unless we want a real audience I suggest we go to bed.” Trevor pointed out as you nodded feeling Quinns cum soak your panties as it pressed against your slit.

You nodded as the boys helped you back up the steps picking up on your shaky legs it left them needing to carry you up the stairs.

Watching them leave your room you were brought back to the decision that you knew you needed to make, only one of them could get you. Sure they could share for the summer, but you had a job in one of their cities.

The summer had gone by in the blink of an eye and now you were in his apartment getting ready for the first day of work “happy first day to me I guess.” You teased coming down from your high as you had woken up to him between your legs.

It was truly his favorite place to be “I am just making sure that your day is off to the best start.” He shrugged as he crawled through the sheet and let his face hover over yours as he let your release act like a badge of honor.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed “you’re such a goof.” You mumbled as you kissed his lips shaking your head.

He melted into it as he grinned “but I’m your goof.” Trevor reminded you as he pulled you into his arms letting you roll onto his stomach as he kissed your head.

You hoped that Anaheim would be just as good to you as he was.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the game part one

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, high sex, reader does drugs and drinks, drug dealer!rafe, male and female receiving oral, partying

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you watch rafe cameron carefully to learn his ways, what he likes in women, what they do to cause him to approach, or better yet, take them home. you watch as he ignores the girls who throw themselves at him, rather seeking out the hard to get, the aloof, the seemingly uninterested.

rafe cameron is a man who likes a challenge, so that is what you become. you start showing up to parties, in dresses that show the perfect amount of skin. not too much, too slutty for his taste. but not too little to hide your body.

it takes him an hour to head over to you, smirking and delivering a standard pickup line, and as much as you want to submit, you know the chase is what he likes the most, so you roll your eyes and walk away.

he follows you the rest of the night, eyes never straying too far from you no matter where you go. he doesn’t try again to speak to you that night, letting his expression do all the talking. he’s a predator, and you’re the prey he’s got his sights set on.

the next party you wear a form fitting long sleeved dress, and when you take to the dancefloor after a few drinks, you allow rafe to grind against you, feeling his large hands moving all over your body but you don’t go any further that night.

you wait a week before going out again, hoping that rafe is still invested in the game that you’re playing, and when he stalks over to you and interrupts the conversation you were having with a random man, you know you’ve got him hooked.

“can i kiss you?” rafe asks later, having spent the party by your side, either dancing or talking, mostly meaningless conversations to pass the time.

“yes.” you nod, but pull rafe away from the main party area to a darker lit corner, letting him push you up against the wall as his lips attack yours. you moan into the kiss, giving it your all, letting his tongue dominate your mouth.

“take me home.” you whisper against his lips.

“i can take you upstairs.” rafe says, fingers widening on your waist, feeling the satin material of your dress.

“i’m not letting you fuck me in some random strangers house with a party going on downstairs.” you shake your head, hoping this play works. “either take me to your house or this isn’t happening.” “why not your house?” rafe asks, but you shake your head. “unless you want to deal with my older brother, it has to be yours.”

rafe nods, staying silent for a moment as he looks down at you, like he’s trying to see if it’d actually be worth it to take you home. you jut your chest out, pressing your tits against his chest, and that has rafe giving in instantly, dragging you out towards his truck, his hand stroking dangerously high up your thigh as he speeds home.

“want a bump?” rafe asks you upon entering tanneyhill, the house completely silent as rafe has it all to himself.

“yeah.” you say, knowing you shouldn’t, but it will give you the confidence you need, so you inhale the white powder rafe offered you on the side of his finger before he leads you up to his room.

rafe sits down on his bed, looking at you expectantly. the coke now flowing through your veins has you moving instantly, taking the dress of your body and trying to keep the movements slow and sultry as you reveal the lingerie underneath. you watch rafes expression as you strip for him, the fascination on his features clear as the image he built in his head of you, the good girl not so easily willing to give it up to him like so many other girls, gets demolished and replaced with the slut you become for him when you’re alone.

you strip off your bra and underwear, twirling to give rafe a view of your body, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight flaws, like the scar that runs upon your hip, or the way one breast is slightly larger than the other. you quickly shake the thought out of your head, you’ve never felt insecure with a man before, and this is not the time to start.

you move closer to the bed, bending down to kiss rafe in his sitting position, a complete juxtaposition from when he was looming over you before. his hands trail over your naked body, touching your thighs, your hips, your waist, until he gets to your tits, groping them and playing with your nipples with his thumbs. you moan into his mouth to show your appreciation for his movements 

you pull away from the kiss, admiring the glossy look in rafes eyes, mouth slightly parted and lips pink and wet from your kiss. you sink down to your knees, rafe spreading his thighs wider to accommodate your body as you waste no time pressing your hand over his erection, clearly straining against the material of his shorts.

you tug at the zipper, keeping your movements slow and teasing, but rafe is in a bigger rush than you are, lifting his hips and pulling his shorts and underwear down, his large cock jutting out and pulsating, like it’s begging you to take it in your mouth.

you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, bobbing your head up and down, moaning at the taste on your tongue, so good compared to anyone you’ve had before.

“fuck, you’re so good at that baby.” rafe moans, and you haven’t even pulled out your hidden talent of being able to deepthroat, even a cock as large as the one rafe possesses.

you suck on his tip before flicking your tongue over it, satisfied when precum coats your mouth, smiling to yourself before taking him back in your mouth, moving halfway down and then pulling off as you work him with just your mouth, not wanting to bring your hands up to take away from the blowjob you’re giving him.

you pull off and take a deep breath before pushing your head forward, relaxing your throat and letting his cock push all the way down until your nose is nuzzled against his skin, having to repeatedly swallow as to not choke.

you feel rafes cock pulsate in your mouth, but then his hand is in your hair and you’re being pulled off. you frown at rafe as the line of spit connecting your mouth to his cock breaks.

“i wanted your cum.” you say sadly, looking at his cock, the tip a gorgeous pink color that is practically begging you to take back in your mouth.

“and i want to fuck you. get up here.” rafe tugs on your hair gently, just enough to signal that he wants you up on the bed. he pulls his shirt off as you climb up, placing one hand on his chest and having him lay back against the pillows.

“gonna ride you.” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his sweet lips.

“mmm, let me taste that pussy first.” rafe says, and makes no effort to move, and that’s when you realize he’s meaning to have you sit on his face.

“wanna feel your cock though.” you pout, but despite your protests you begin to climb up his body, positioning your knees on either side of his head as your pussy hovers over his face.

“and you will, after i get a taste.” rafe gives you no time to lower yourself on your own, his hands coming to your hips and pulling you straight down onto his face.

his mouth opens, greedily eating out your cunt, already wet just from sucking him off. you moan and have to grip onto the headboard for support as he slurps and sucks, prodding at your hole but ignoring the one place you really want his mouth.

you try to angle your hips to get him to give your clit some attention, but rafe keeps you in place with his hands, occasionally sliding down your hips to grip your ass as your pussy drips into his mouth.

rafe murmurs something against your skin, and you can’t make it out fully but you think he may be saying delicious. he finally drags his wide tongue upward, swirling around your clit before finally giving it a teasingly quick flick.

you cry out, legs shaving as he doesn’t give you any time to get used to the sensation, sucking your clit into his mouth. you feel your orgasm beginning to build, shocked that it’s happening so quickly, but rafes mouth is so skillful.

just when you’re about to go over the edge, rafe lifts your hips up. before you can complain, he’s lining you up with his cock, head pushing into your entrance. you get control of your body again as you sink down the rest of the way, letting a shudder move through your body when he’s fully inside.

“you’re so big.” you tell rafe, circling your hips as you get used to the movement before you begin to bounce, hands bracing on his abs.

rafe keeps his grip tight on your hips, his chin and cheeks shiny with your slick as you continue to bounce and grind, leaning forward and licking over the wetness, tasting yourself on his skin before connecting your lips, making out as you ride him.

“your pussy feels so good.” rafe moans, and you smile against his lips, giving one more peck before you sit back up, straightening to get a better angle as rafe begins to push his hips up against yours, adding to the movements as you work in motion together.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” rafe warns, and you move one hand away from his abs to rub at your clit, not surprised neither of you can last long after both almost cumming.

“inside me, please. i’m on the pill.” you probably should have discussed it with rafe beforehand, but you couldn’t imagine asking him to wear a condom, not when you get to feel him fill you.

“fuck, y/n!” rafe yells out, hips jutting up as he cums, his warmth filling your insides as you rub yourself to completion, body falling forward, unable to hold yourself upwards as you cum, his cock still lodged deep inside of you as you slowly stop moving your fingers against your clit.

“that was amazing.” rafe huffs, hand coming to rub at your back.

you let out a yawn, pulling off of rafes cock, letting his cum drip out onto his abs until you can’t push any more out of you.

“let me clean us up real quick.” rafe kisses your cheek as you flop onto the bed next to him, letting out another yawn. 

rafe reemerges from the bathroom with a washcloth, being extra careful when wiping your pussy down before tossing it into the hamper, flopping down onto the mattress with a yawn of his own.

“you don’t mind me sleeping here?” you ask.

“i wouldn’t make you leave.” rafe sounds almost hurt when you ask, and it makes a pang of guilt shoot through your chest.

you smile, letting rafe pull you into him. you press your head to his chest, not surprised by how quickly rafes breathing turns deep, slipping into a deep sleep. you wait, you’re not sure how long but it’s at least an hour, before sneaking out of bed, making sure to move slowly and carefully to not wake rafe up. 

your body misses his heat as you get dressed, smirking to yourself when you leave your underwear on the floor for rafe to find in the morning.

you head carefully down the stairs, making sure nothing creaks too loud as you search the house silently, keeping your ears open in case rafe wakes up. you’re about to give up when you find a storage closet, eyes widening when you open it to find the shelves full of packed cocaine, along with a few briefcases that upon peeking inside reveal they store money.

found camerons stash. meet me outside in 5 minutes. you send your accomplice a text, smirking to yourself as you grab as much of the cocaine as you can carry.

you spent weeks devising the plan, of getting rafe to fall for you and get yourself into his house, into his bed, only to rob him blind. it’s not your fault he didn’t recognize you as the younger sister of his only rival dealer on the island.

you load everything into the vehicle, briefly glancing up at rafes window with a smile on your face, knowing that you just won the real game.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Jack & Coke - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: When your best friend Eddie betrays you, you head to The Hideout for a drink—and maybe something more.

Note: This is what comes from late night conversations and texts that say “I had another angsty eddie thought.”

Warnings: angst, family issues, smut, p in v, age gap but both parties are well over 18, oral, m receiving

Words: 4.8k

“And then you put your middle finger riiiiight here,” Eddie explains patiently, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he adjusts your grip on the guitar neck. “Perfect. Now, give a little strum.”

The A-chord doesn’t sound as good as when he plays it, but it’s an improvement since you’d started this impromptu lesson half an hour ago.The fact that butterflies flapped their wings in your stomach every time he touched you didn’t help your concentration, either. 

“I still like it better when you play,” you tell him shyly, lifting the guitar and handing it back to him. “You’re, like, a natural-born rockstar.”

Eddie grins, leaning back against your bed. “Yeah, well, you can’t teach this kind of bad-assery,” he teases, booping you on the nose playfully and inadvertently sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine.

You’re about to muster up the courage to nudge him back when you hear the front door open.

“I’m home!” Andrea shouts obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. You miss the initial flash of fear that washes over your best friend’s face, mistaking his grimace for a mutual dislike of your older sister.

You know that everyone has issues with their siblings; even ones that are close-knit still have their share of rivalries. But your relationship with Andrea goes beyond the usual bickering. Since you were very young, Andrea has bullied and tormented you incessantly. As kids, Andrea would break her old toys and tell your parents that you did it, that way they would buy her newer and better toys. From the moment that Andrea hit puberty, she was the “hot one.” Never mind not being the “pretty sister,” you had to deal with being invisible because all eyes were glued to Andrea. Then you practically were invisible when you started high school and Andrea pretended she didn’t even know you. It didn’t matter that you’d never ratted her out for all the times she snuck out of the house after your parents went to sleep. But any little thing you did wrong, Andrea went straight to your parents and snitched. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if you squealed on your sister anyway since she was quite obviously your parents’ favorite.

When boys did talk to you, it was because they wanted to get to your sister. Some of them thought treating the little sister as a charity case would get them into Andrea’s pants. The only time it was ever different was when Eddie Munson started talking to you your freshman year. He plopped down next to you at your lunch table and started talking to you about the copy of The Hobbit you had been reading. At first you thought this was another ploy to get to Andrea through you, but the longer he talked about things far nerdier than the book in your hands, you figured this guy might actually just want to talk to you. It was an odd and gratifying feeling. The first time you’d mentioned that you were Andrea’s sister, Eddie actually seemed surprised. “You two share blood?” he said. “She’s a goddamn tornado that destroys everything in its path. And you…you’re like a rainbow.” It’s the greatest compliment you’ve ever gotten. 

As your friendship with Eddie grew, you began to tell him more about how Andrea treated you. How she’d hurl the meanest, most vile words your way with no provocation. You didn’t need to provoke Andrea, she was constantly on the offensive. “Why does she treat me like shit all the time?” you’d ask, and Eddie would reply, “She doesn’t need a reason. There’s just venom in her blood.” 

Andrea was the walking embodiment of those luminescent fish that were so beautiful and shiny on the outside, only to lure the smaller, weaker fish in so that it could crush them. Her jet black hair was always shiny and never a strand was out of place. No blemish ever dared to appear on her skin, leaving her with the smoothest, most glowing complexion. Her curves seemed to be perfectly sculpted, defying anyone to not look at her and either want to be her or want to be with her. Obviously, it was impossible for you to keep up with her current flavor of the week. 

“Are you going to play for me?” you ask as Eddie just sits with the guitar in his lap. You scoot until your thigh is pressed up against his. It would be so easy to tilt your head and rest it on his shoulder. The comforting scent of cigarettes, Old Spice deodorant, and a hint of weed floods your senses as you try to be as close to him as you can—without being creepy about it, you remind yourself. 

“I, um,” Eddie mumbles, his eyes watching your bedroom door intently. “I thought you said your sister wasn’t going to be home?”

“I didn’t think she was,” you say with a shrug. “But you know Andrea, she does whatever the hell she wants. Maybe she met her quota for making children cry today and decided to come home early.” 

Eddie nods and looks back down to the guitar in his lap. He swallows so loud that you’re able to hear it, which has you raising your eyebrows. 

“Look, I know she’s demonic,” you say. “But she probably doesn’t even know we’re in here. Besides, if she was going to torture someone, it would be me, not you.”

“I don’t want her to hurt you. I’d rather she hurt me, actually,” Eddie says, still looking down at the guitar in his lap. More words rest on the tip of his tongue, but the bedroom door flying open stops him. 

“I said, I’m—oh, hi, Eddie,” she trills, giving a tiny wave. “Come back for round two?”

Round two? You glance over at Eddie, waiting for an explanation, but he just turns beet red and sheepishly drops his gaze. 

Andrea takes in the puzzled look on your face and laughs harshly. “Aw, did your best friend not tell you?” There’s nothing but malice in her tone, and you feel like a rock landed in your lower abdomen. “Well, let me fill you in.”

“N-No, I should…” Eddie starts, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “I swung by yesterday…I forgot you’d picked up that extra shift…”

Andrea rolls her eyes impatiently. “Write a goddamn novel, why don’t you?” she snaps. “I’ll summarize: you weren’t home, I was, and Eddie and I hooked up.”

“H-Hooked up?” The butterflies now have lead wings, and you feel the bile rising in your throat. 

“We slept together,” Eddie clarifies softly at the same time that Andrea quips, “we fucked.”

You try to blink back the tears that mist over your eyes. Your sister knows how you feel about Eddie; you weren’t naïve enough to tell her, she snooped through your diary and has been teasing you about it ever since. And while Eddie has no idea about the massive crush you’ve been harboring, he certainly is aware of how awful your sister is. His betrayal stings one thousand times worse. 

“Your bed is really great for sex,” Andrea sneers as you stumble to your feet. “Not that you’d know.”

This has to be a nightmare. You’re going to wake up at any moment, and the idea of Eddie and Andrea sleeping together will be a figment of your overactive imagination. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. But when you glance down at Eddie and see the shame that fills his face, you know. It’s real. Your best friend betrayed you in possibly the worst way he could have done so. All to get his dick wet.

“What the fuck?” It’s all that you can get out of your mouth. You suddenly feel like you’ve run ten miles. You’re lightheaded, your pulse is racing, and sweat is beginning to break out along your hairline. Eddie sets the guitar down and stands up. He reaches for you and you flinch away and pull back from him. The look of hurt that flashes in his eyes would normally make you want to wrap him up in your arms. But now? Now that you know that he fucked your sister in your bed, you don’t want him to ever touch you again. 

“Sweetheart, I’m—”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” you snap. Looking past him, you can see your sister’s face is full of glee as a self-satisfied smirk settles on her lips. “What was in it for you, huh? Just to hurt me?”

Andrea scoffs and brings a hand up to her chest, reminding you of a southern belle clutching her pearls. “Are you insinuating that I don’t have feelings for dear Edward?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Yeah, Eddie, you want to say, that’s the girl you slept with. 

“I would never insinuate that you have any feelings at all. Pretty sure you were born with a lump of coal in your chest instead of a heart. Come here, I’ll stab you with my letter opener and we’ll see the black blood come fucking rushing out,” you seethe. 

“Always so dramatic,” Andrea says with a sigh. “That must be why Eddie doesn’t reciprocate the silly little crush you have on him.”

Eddie’s eyes snap to you, and at any other time, you would’ve said him finding out is the worst possible thing to happen to you. But that’s been usurped now, so you really don’t care how he’s going to react. 

“Must be,” you retort, “or maybe he’s only into psycho bitches.” Clenching your fists, you turn to face Eddie. “I hope her pussy was worth it.” You storm over to your bedroom door, pushing past the both of them. Before you leave, you spin around to face the traitors. “I never want to see either of you again.” You don’t wait for either to respond; you just grab your bag and rush out to your car. 

You’re not sure why you drive to the Hideout; maybe it’s because you still want the comfort of Eddie, but you tell yourself it’s because the drinks are cheap and payday isn’t until next week. 

“I’ll take a Jack & Coke, please,” you tell Lou. The bartender nods, and you add, “you can put it on Eddie’s tab.” He is the reason you’re drinking, after all. 

The thought of their bodies melded into one, him holding her the way you’d only dreamed he’d hold you—it’s too much to bear. And now, like an idiot, you’d left them alone to do it again. 

Lou slides your drink over with a small smile, the most affection you’ve ever seen from the usually stoic man. You down the drink, and then another, frowning when you get the urge to break the seal. 

“Be right back,” you mutter to no one in particular, hoisting yourself off of the barstool and traipsing towards the restroom. You get a decent glimpse of yourself in the mirror: eyes still slightly puffy from when you’d been crying in the car, mascara smudged and smeared. A flick of the makeup wand has you looking a bit perkier already, and you practice your smile a few times before walking back out. 

Lou has another drink ready for you, cocking his head towards the other side of the bar. “Paid for by that gentleman over there,” he informs you, raising his eyebrows. 

You look to where he’s motioning and see a gorgeous older man giving you a little wave. His black t-shirt clings to his muscular frame, and you can’t help but notice the way his biceps ripple with each small movement. He looks to be in his mid- to late-forties, but his hair doesn’t show any signs of thinning. Short brown curls cover his scalp, cropped closely at the base of his neck. His upper body is covered in tattoos, and you immediately wonder where else he has ink. 

You saunter over to him, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously, just as you’d watched Andrea do countless times before. “I guess I should be thanking you for this drink,” you say, giggling and taking a sip. 

“Pleasure’s mine,” he offers, grabbing his green Heineken bottle and taking a swig. “Looked kinda sad, and pretty girls should always have a smile on their face.”

“It worked.” You rest your hand on his bicep, surprising yourself with your own brazenness. Or maybe it’s just tipsiness?

“You gotta name, pretty girl?” the mystery man asks, and you tell him. “Pretty name, too. Damn,” he muses. “I’m Jack. Just, uh, moved back to Hawkins a coupla days ago.”

“Moved back? So you don’t need the welcome tour?” you pout, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Pretty girl, I’ll take you up on anything you offer.”

You consider his proposition. “Let me finish this drink and we’ll see.”

His hand rests on your thigh as he tells you that he’s got a job lined up at the local power plant—immediately reminding you of Wayne, but you push the feeling down. You allow yourself to get lost in his sky blue eyes, somehow both haunting and comforting. 

You kill out your third drink, contemplating ordering one more. Either Jack was paying, or Eddie was, so all you had to worry about was how drunk you wanted to get. 

“What had you all upset earlier, hm?” Jack asks, running his thumb along the denim above your knee. “Don’t tell me it’s some stupid boy.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you then.” You giggle again—you can’t seem to stop giggling around him. “He’s not worth the time.”

Jack shakes his head. “He’s not. You don’t need to play his games. What you need,” he says seriously, “is a real man.”

“And where can I find one?”

His lips crash against yours hungrily, gently parting them with his tongue. He tastes like the hoppiness of beer and stale cigarettes, but you don’t mind. 

“That tour you mentioned earlier,” he murmurs in your ear, “can the first stop be my place?”

You give him a pout, leaning forward into his space, just enough for him to get a peek down your shirt. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

Jack looks around the bar, doing a doubletake when he sees the bathrooms in the back corner. He slides from his seat and takes one of your hands in his. There’s a smirk on his face as he walks backwards towards the bathrooms, tugging you along.

“Just as impatient as I am,” he says. “We shouldn’t wait any longer then.”

Without taking notice of if it’s the men or women’s room, you follow Jack in as he nudges a bathroom door open with his elbow. He’s quick to lock it behind you and his hands are instantly on you, grabbing at your waist as his mouth finds yours again. The kisses are urgent and sloppy, no teasing, just devouring one another. Your hands move down to his beltbuckle, making quick work of it and working on the button of his jeans. Strong, large hands grope over your chest as you shove his pants down, but just as you break from the kiss to get down on your knees, there’s a loud banging on the bathroom door. You’re startled and grab onto Jack’s arm, and he’s quick to wrap it around you reassuringly.

“Not in my bar!” Lou shouts through the door. 

Well, you think, can’t show my face at The Hideout again. Your face is burning in embarrassment as Jack huffs an awkward chuckle and resituates his belt. 

“I guess my place is the first stop on the tour then. That is, if you still want to?” Jack’s eyes meet yours, obviously wanting to convey that if you’re no longer interested, that’s fine. But a little embarrassment was nothing compared to how you felt earlier in the day.

“I want to,” you say. For emphasis, you grab the back of his neck and give him a kiss that proves how much you want him. When you pull away, there’s a dazed smile on his face that may be the most endearing thing you’ve seen all day. He takes your hand in his and slowly opens the bathroom door. Luckily, Lou isn’t standing on the other side of it, but you’re sure he’s not far off, watching to make sure the two of you leave. 

You force yourself not to look over at the bar as you and Jack head towards the door. It’s not like you think the bartender will tell anyone, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at the moment. Jack’s car isn’t the nicest, but that’s not something you ever cared about anyway. If it gets you from point A to point B, that’s all that matters. The gentleman that he is, he holds the passenger’s side door open for you and you slip inside. He practically runs around to the driver’s side and it makes you let out a soft giggle. When’s the last time someone seemed this eager to spend time with you? And seem to be genuinely enjoying it?

The ride to his place is only about five minutes, and Jack makes sure you stay in the car until he can come around and open the door for you again. The apartment complex isn’t the nicest either, but what was in Hawkins? His place is on the first floor and you watch his hands as he fumbles with his keys. They’re large, calloused, from what you can only assume is years of work. Staring at them just makes you want to have them all over your body even more. 

As soon as he swings the door open, he’s all over you again. Frantic kisses keep his lips connected to yours as the two of you clumsily make your way to his couch. The material is worn, but not dirty, and you find yourself once again fumbling with his belt as he sits on the cushions.

“Picking up where we left off?” Jack teases, throwing his head back in ecstasy as you get back on your knees and take him into your mouth. The saltiness of sweat and pre-cum hits your tongue, his cock edging towards your throat when he brings his hands to the back of your head and helping you find the perfect rhythm.

“J-Jesus Christ,” he hisses, bucking his hips slightly and watching the tears involuntarily pooling along your lash line. “First time back in that dive bar in years, and I managed to find the girl who gives the best head in Hawkins.”

As if to prove his point further, you cup his heavy balls as you lick up and down his shaft. You keep at it for a few minutes, swirling your tongue around his overly sensitive tip before he pulls away.

“You’re good–too good; but ‘m not gonna lie to you,” he admits when you stare up at him with a puzzled expression, “I don’t bounce back as fast as those college guys you’re probably used to, and I gotta be inside your pussy tonight.”

You nod, tugging your shirt above your head as he helps you shimmy out of your jeans. “Like what you see?”

Jack doesn’t answer right away; just unhooks your bra and watches it fall to the floor. His gaze immediately snaps back to your bare breasts, beckoning you over to straddle his waist. His hard length presses against your lace panties, and the two of you moan in tandem.

“I don’t think you need these,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the lace before tearing them off completely. His middle finger easily finds your clit as he makes slow, deliberate circles.

You can’t help the way you grind against his touch, begging him to stretch you so good. The finger drags through your folds before he slips it inside you.

“So wet already, hmm? Pretty girl must need another finger.” You cry out in pleasure as his forefinger breaches your hole, pumping faster until you feel the familiar tension building in your core.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you manage, barely able to formulate a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. 

He reaches into the pockets of the pants he discarded and fishes out his wallet to grab the foil-wrapped condom tucked away. Your eyes watch hungrily as he slips it over his cock, fucking his fist a few times to make sure he’s ready for you. His other hand grabs your waist and helps guide you until you’re hovering over his cock. Slowly, you begin to slide down, both of you letting out a groan as he first enters you. The stretch feels so good and from the way Jack’s squeezing his eyes closed and biting at his lower lip, you’d say it feels good for him as well.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Gives the best head and has the tightest pussy.”

Your only response is a whimper as you lower yourself even further, letting more of his cock fill you up. Once you no longer need your arms to steady yourself, you brace your hands on Jack’s chest. When your hands meet the fabric of his shirt though, you frown. Unable to form words as he finally bottoms out inside you, you tug at the dark material of his shirt, hoping he gets the hint. Reluctantly taking his hands off of you, he maneuvers out of his shirt and tosses it on the floor with his jeans. Most of his chest is covered in ink and you find your eyes trailing the different designs as you rock your hips back and forth. You slide your hands down to rest on his abdomen, since there’s no tattoos there, and you can get a better view of the artwork above. A snake is curled near his right collarbone and a little beneath that there are some sort of wings, but you’re not sure if it’s meant to be an angel, a bird, or something else. On the left side of his chest there is a bird, and it looks like a crow. There’s also a small “E” down near his heart that you can only assume is for an old girlfriend. 

Jack starts rocking his hips up to meet yours and it has your mind completely forgetting about the tattoos as you close your eyes in pleasure. His hands feel rough where they rest on the skin of your waist, but it feels so good when he slides them around to the front and grabs your breasts. You give a particularly hard thrust of your hips when his thumb grazes over your right nipple. There’s a breathy chuckle below you as he sees how sensitive you are to his touch. 

“Feel good, huh?” Jack asks. Breaths becoming more shallow, you nod your head. That’s not good enough for him, though. He gently pinches your nipple, just enough to get your attention, not enough to hurt. “Use your words for me, pretty girl.”

“It’s good,” you say. “So fucking good.” 

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So deep,” you say through a moan. “You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.” It’s true. He’s definitely the largest you’ve ever been with, and in your position, it feels like he’s splitting you open. His arm wraps around your middle as he adjusts himself so he’s sitting up more, your faces closer together this way. As your eyes slip closed again, his lips settle on yours, licking into your mouth hungrily. His teeth graze your bottom lip and it causes you to moan into his mouth. 

“You’re close,” he says. It’s not a question, but a bonafide statement; he already knows your body all too well. “Cream my cock, pretty girl. Just let go f’me.”

The coil snaps as he thrusts into you harder and faster than before. He spills into the condom with a groan of your name but doesn’t pull out right away. You keep him inside you as the two of you catch your breath, coming down from your highs.

“I should go,” you murmur, realizing that there is no way in hell that Andrea won’t rat you out for coming in late and smelling of sex. “Could you give me a lift back to the Hideout so I can get my car?”

Jack nods, discarding the used rubber in a nearby waste bin as you get dressed. You start to look for your underwear before remembering how he destroyed it, and it has you getting wet all over again. 

He kisses you one last time in the bar parking lot. “Sorry I couldn’t stick around for round two,” you tease, “but maybe I’ll catch you here another time?”

“I sure fuckin’ hope so.”

You’re in your bedroom a few days later, frantically searching through your cassette collection for your favorite AC/DC tape. It’s not in the “As” section, where it would normally be, and you realize with a sinking feeling in your stomach that you’d left it at Eddie’s a few weeks ago.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter. He was the only one allowed to borrow it–you’d gotten it signed by Angus Young when you saw the band in concert, and it meant everything to you. You needed it back.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer seems to fly by, now that you’re dreading facing him. You knock on the door once to no answer, but his van is parked in front, so you knock again, louder this time.

“I need my AC/DC tape,” you snarl as soon as he opens the door.

He rubs his face, combing his fingers through his hair. “Can I drop it off later? And then maybe we can talk?” he asks meekly.

“No.” You shake your head and put out your hand. “Go get the tape and give it to me now.”

Eddie glances around the trailer nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Look,” he starts, “now’s really not a good time…”

You scoff. “Why? Are you fucking another one of my family members? A cousin or something?”

A brief look of hurt flashes across Eddie’s face. He shakes his head and looks down at his feet before meeting your eyes again. “No. No, I wouldn’t…” he trails off with a sigh, sensing it’s useless—and he’s right. “My dad’s here.”

That’s one of the last things you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows raise in shock as you stare at him. Eddie hadn’t seen his father in years. Didn’t want to, according to him, no matter how many times his dad reached out. The relationship was tumultuous to say the least, but you felt you never had the right to offer any advice since you couldn’t relate to his situation. And Eddie never asked, so you weren’t going to say anything. 

“Your dad?” you ask, just wanting to clarify. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says. He keeps speaking, but movement in the trailer behind him catches your eye. You blink a few times to make sure you’re seeing what you think you are. An airy giggle bursts out of you, drawing both the attention of Eddie and the man in the living room—Eddie’s father, apparently.

“What?” Eddie asks, brow furrowing in confusion. He looks behind him to see his dad, then back to you, unsure of what is making you laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Eddie’s dad stares at you, eyes widening as he comes forward to stand next to his son at the door. The shit-eating grin on your face must be confusing both of them, but it’s wholly impossible for you not to find this whole situation highly amusing. 

“Eddie?” his dad asks. “How do you know the pretty girl from the bar?”

Your ex-best friend’s gaze shoots to his father, head moving so fast that the curls whip around his head. Seeing them next to one another, you can see the resemblance. About the same height and build, same nose, and both covered in ink. Their curls are roughly the same color even if one has brown eyes and one has blue. 

“W-What?” Eddie asks, looking from his dad back to you.

“Hi, Jack,” you say, giving the older man a wink. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Eddie asks, the color draining from his face. You wait a beat while the realization sets in. “She’s…he’s…” He turns back to you. “You fucked my dad?”

You laugh, shrugging as you reply, “Guess so.” You waltz past your bewildered friend–ex-friend– grabbing Jack’s hand as you lead him back to Eddie's bedroom. 

“Wanna help me look for my tape?” you ask, hooking a finger through his belt loop and you bring your lips to whisper in his ear, “and maybe we can see about that round two?”

Jack grins, grabbing a handful of your ass as he follows you. “Looks like we found the next stop on our tour.”

[takes1]

Bakugou has a crush on popular!fem!Senpai!reader. I love the idea of ​​him trying to keep up with his senpai (senpai has no idea about his feelings, of course). maybe a little angst and where senpai's male classmates know about his feelings but don't see him as a threat because they think it's just puppy love and don't take him seriously

i took it in a slightly different direction, but hope it still holds up. kept the themes the same at least! 1st year bakugou/3rd year reader, puppy love, that sort of thing. tried to honor the angsty part, too. hope this does the job!

warnings. heavy alcohol consumption, suggestive petting details. sfw / nsfw to follow in p.2 / some suggestive petting / afterparty/houseparty / shadowing / mentor!reader / 3rdyear!reader / 'unrequited' love / puppy love / bakugou being a lightweight / sweaty bakugou / 1.6k words 🤍 scenario series. i have so much bakugou, please go check all of those scenarios out! / there will be a part 2 to this! / bakugou headcanons more links. my ao3

*shadow week: when a student follows and observes a third-year for a short period of time, such as a day or a week, for training purposes

The afterparty was much more crowded than you realized; the usual rule against first-years had been reversed in the spirit of shadow week. Right on the coattails of that stiff internship mixer, it was a pretty fitting way to finish out the week.

With the addition of a more excitable crowd, the general vibe was intense, loud, and near dizzying. It wasn't really your style.

You opted for watching, nursing something strong. Dancing, screaming, and the like was better far away. You didn't have the energy tonight, but you needed to make sure your shadow got to see what something like this entailed so the tradition might live after your class graduates.

Of course, you lost him almost immediately. He was steaming, almost itching to get away from you as he had been all week. The randomization process of choosing Mentors and Shadows faired unfavorable to you, because you couldn't have asked for a more difficult person to train.

It was an hour in and you still sat in your spot, surrounded by your closer friends who shared the same temperament about tonight in particular. Some normally big personalities took it easy in the presence of the younger crowd.

Togata settled in next to you with a big sigh.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

Your snort turned into an actual laugh. That's how you knew you were feeling it.

"Nothing much," You glanced around the room, half-concerned about your Shadow, "You seen that Bakugou kid?"

Togata rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Probably left as soon as he realized a 'rager' meant a good time."

You both shared a chuckle and went on to talk about anything else.

Bakugou did, in fact, have a different idea of what this afterparty was going to be like. But his inhibitions had melted away long ago when he, unknowingly, began to drink a loaded cup.

He had inadvertently pissed off the guy in charge of the cooler with his usual attitude, and got himself the nastiest-tasting diet coke imaginable.

Bakugou didn't know any better. He believed this was a new disgusting flavor the Coca-Cola company came out with on the tails of their coffee bullshit, so something reminiscent of cinnamon didn't set off any red flags.

Thanks to this drink, easier to get down by the minute, he did seem to be having a better time at the party than he thought he would.

For a while, after the buzz melted away his better judgement, he searched for you, but quickly became distracted when he found some of his peers dancing fervently to a karaoke song.

The sight of Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari going crazy to a shitty, dated pop song made a rare grin spread over his face. It felt funny smiling, so he laughed and the unfamiliar sound from behind them caught their attention.

They all looked relieved to see him, somewhat amused, in on a joke he didn't quite understand.

Sero laughed after he greeted them and exchanged charged looks with Kaminari-

"Dude-haha, Bakugou-- what's up with you-?" Kaminari giggled under his hand.

Everyone was laughing, the music was so loud, and he felt good.

"I dunno!" He yelled and swung to grab Sero's shoulder.

The tallest of them flinched embarrassingly hard with a short, alarmed noise, but was met with droves of laughter from the rest of his friends. Bakugou was the loudest among them.

He had to catch his breath and leaned back with a hand on his neck. He raked his hands through his hair, a little dizzy, a little heavy, and somewhat confused, "Fuck! I feel so good!!"

His eyes were big as he finished his cup. Kirishima grabbed it from him after he was done and smelled it. He muttered something under his breath, but nobody saw.

"Yeeesss!! I fucking LOVE this song ohmygod," Bakugou belted, but hardly even loud compared to the booming bass behind him.

His well-muscled arms dropped, and he turned with vigor and pointed glee to the first person he saw.

It briefly occurred to him that something wasn't right. The way his perception grew fuzzy wasn't normal but he couldn't keep a worried thought for long enough to actually get worried.

You were leaning against the counter from your barstool. You looked mellowed- buzzed, and relaxed. Your crooked smile was partial to Togata, the big, burly blond consistently at your side. You shared a slow, intimate conversation that Bakugou very much wanted a part of.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, dodging a supportive hand from Kirishima, and stumbled towards the two highest ranking in the room.

He approached faster than he intended.

His hands landed to catch himself on your parted lower thighs, but he was heavier under the influence and leaned a little far forward. There were about ten of you swirling around the room.

Your stomach pooled with a warm, fast buzz that spread a blush from ear to ear.

Bakugou was coated in a thin layer of musky sweat, no doubt from the combination of his loaded drink and intense dancing.

He was panting softly, eyes lidded when he caught himself on you, his handsome, chiseled face tilted in a drunken daze. Your heart was beating between your legs as you looked each other up and down simultaneously.

Oooh, man.

You hardened up, just a little, and cocked your head to the side, "You feelin' alright, bud?"

Your hand raked through his sweaty, spiky hair, and his entire body shifted to that side. He hummed, smiling, and gripped your plush thighs harder. Fuck, you were warm, and strong; he wanted to fall asleep here.

A larger, scarred hand grabbed the first-year's shirt.

"I think he's had too much."

You looked up at Togata, radiating irritation with a face that didn't match. Your stomach twisted again and you shifted in your seat, which in turn shifted Bakugou.

As he moved to pull Bakugou off, you got another whiff of that sweet smell. That must've been from his Quirk, afterall.

Your head fell back with a sigh while he was beginning to be escorted away by a kind, although a little patronizing, Togata.

Bakugou popped him with a shout and you jumped up- thankfully most people were also screaming to the song, which helped to soften the blow of the tense scene playing out in front of you.

"You need to leave, kid," The older of the two asserted, despite the singe on his shoulder from where he was pushed.

The both looked frilled and ready to make a scene.

Bakugou squinted up at him.

Before he could spit out a horrible insult, or threat, or anything else bubbling beneath the surface, you placed your hand on his wavering shoulder and took up the space in his vision in front of Togata.

"Hey," You said gently, eyes dodging around his very clear signs of heavy drinking, "Hey--,"

"Hey," It sounded almost like a question coming out of his mouth.

Togata moved back. This was something out of his jurisdiction; you were technically in charge of the kid, anyway.

Knotted muscles loosened against your touch, heavy and uneven. He watched, focusing and then glazed again on your pretty bottom lip. It was quiet for a moment between you.

His infatuation; your concern.

"Have you been drinking?"

He shook his head, concern on his brow for a moment-- but it disappeared in a moment's notice. It almost didn't make sense; you tossed the idea that he didn't want to tell you, but then you made the realization of what had actually happened as he swayed, entranced under your gaze.

"Let's…" Your brow furrowed and you glanced around, "Let's get you back to your room."

You wore a distrustful, upturned expression at the sea of patrons. His redhead friend jogged by your side for a moment, about to ask where you were going, but instead of answering, you took the cup out of his hand and threw it in the trash on your way out.

Somebody thought it'd be funny to get some first-years shit-faced. Normally you'd agree about it humorous quality, but this was your shadow. Technically your responsibility for the week.

From the looks of it, he had never touched alcohol before.

It was a cool and breezy walk back to his dorm building. The quiet night gave you space to slow for a while, ask some questions.

"How are you feeling?"

He was out of breath just walking. His stammered for a moment but didn't notice. "Good…good-good, really great."

The anger he usually wore was practically a memory now. His small, permanent frown was the only reminder.

It took 6 minutes for what would've been a 3-minute walk. His hand missed the handle to open the door and you had to catch him, then twist to open it yourself. He didn't help you at all even though you suspected he had the capacity to.

"Alright," You strained, arms locked under his- he was incredibly dense, impossibly warm, and at the moment, very lazy. He melted into you at an awkward angle, breath dancing against the shell of your ear.

Getting him all the way up the stairs was going to take a million years.

[toxicanonymity]

steady as she goes.

3.5k, Clement Mansell x f!reader | spotify playlist CHARACTER BACKGROUND: He does a lot of crimes but car theft is the only thing referenced. He loves Jack White 🎶. He's sexy and has swagger. Hot clips with audio 🥵 🥵 SUMMARY: He takes you out on his idea of a date. WARNINGS: I8+, unsafe p in v (car), creampie. Praise. Mild hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock). Canon-typical destruction of property. Reader can straddle him. Jack (White) gets cucked (by Clem's vocals). ONE SHOT. A/N: Dedicated to @milla-frenchy: happy 500 followers! 🎉 well-deserved (masterlist). I'm so glad we share an interest in this man. And THANK YOU, gifmakers!! Always inspired by gifs from @boydholbrook-fan, @ilovewhiteroses, and more. Co-written with my partner, "Jordi" 🖤.

A car cruises down your street blasting music, but you don't think it's Clement. It's too early. The sun is just starting to set, and you're fresh out of the shower. It's still an hour before he’s supposed to pick you up. But sure enough, the loud rock music gets close enough to make out the White Stripes. You look out the window, and his classic car is rolling into your driveway with the top down. Shoot. You're not ready. But goddamn, he looks good. Too good to worry much about the time. 

You grab the closest item of clothing - a black slip dress – and throw a silk robe on over it. As you rush down the stairs, the car door opens outside. You wait a minute for him to ring the doorbell, but he doesn't. You stick your head outside and he's reclining with his butt against the passenger door and his arms crossed. You slip on a pair of shoes and go out to the driveway. 

********************************

This man is wild. You can tell already, and you met him just last night.

He came into your bar. You took his order and he said, “Whatever you’re drinkin’.”  You were only drinking coke with grenadine, but to your surprise, he nodded without hesitation. You made the drink and watched him take his first sip. “Man, this shit ain't bad,” he said. He had big energy, and his presence really commanded the room despite how casual and carefree he acted. He put the Raconteurs on the jukebox.

Throughout the night, you felt his eyes on you and had a few tense moments. His hand grazed your hip as you passed each other. When you came to give him a refill, he introduced himself before going to play pool. At one point, when he was leaning forward to line up his shot, you noticed a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. You discreetly warned him that the manager would kick him out if she saw it. 

“Keepin’ me outta trouble. That sure is nice of ya, sugar.”

You smile shyly. “Just hide it,” you tell him 

“Why don’tcha come on out and watch me put it away?.” 

His charm was irresistible. 

You quickly found yourself out in the parking lot, pressed up against his car with his nose dragging up your neck.  “Mmm,” he hummed into your skin. “Not every day a lady sees my gun.” You felt something against your hip, looked down, and were startled to see him holding the gun. “It's okay baby,” he reassured you, then opened the passenger door to the car. “Wanna touch it?” 

“That's okay,” you shook your head, still flustered. “It looks nice though.”

“Yeah? How ‘bout I let ya shoot it tomorrow?” he asked as he leaned over to open the glovebox.

“Really?” You asked, heart fluttering. 

He acted like he was mentally debating it, then laid his weight into you against the car again. He rested his hands loosely on your sides. “Really,” he murmured, then leaned in for a slow kiss -- no tongue, but it felt pornographic nonetheless. “Pick you up at eight.” 

Instead of going back inside, he got in his car and peeled off, blasting the White Stripes.

********************************

You take in the view of Clement leaning against his car in your driveway. He's wearing a dark, button-up shirt and a chain. His shapely arms stretch the material. 

“You're really early,” you smile, almost breaking into a laugh. “Wanna come in while I finish getting ready?” 

“I dunno about that,” he drops his hands to his sides, then stands upright and slowly steps forward. He looks you up and down and his voice becomes sultry as he gets closer. “Look ready to me.” 

You assure him it'll only take fifteen minutes. 

“I dunno if I can wait that long,” he murmurs as he comes within arm’s reach. He runs his hands down your sides, his expansive palms gliding over the silky robe. 

You suppress a giggle. “You can wait fifteen minutes.”  

“Course I can,” he murmurs, getting right up against you. He brings his mouth to your ear and lowers his pitch.  “But I ain't gonna.” He grabs your ass. “Mmm.” 

Your cheeks heat up. Has he noticed you're not wearing panties? “Look perfect,” he insists. He goes to open the passenger door. All the thoughts are gone from your brain.

You get in the car, no bra, no panties, no jacket. And somehow you feel completely comfortable. 

-

Clement rests a broad, veiny hand on your thigh as he drives. His touch is light, and he occasionally takes his hand away to make a turn. When he passes the shooting range and keeps going, you ask, “I thought we were gonna shoot.” 

“Oh we are, darlin'. You're gonna be my gorgeous gunslinger.” He smiles and turns up the music.

He drives to the outskirts of the city, pulls into an industrial area, and parks behind a big abandoned building. There's one flood light and it’s buzzing, casting a flickering white light on the gravel. 

Clement parks and turns off the car, then gets out. He pulls a six pack out of the back seat. You get out and join him at the back fender.

He opens a bottle of PBR beer and takes a swig, then offers you your own bottle from the six pack. 

“I'm good,” you decline.

“You sure?” He asks, holding the new bottle up. It's a Mexican Coke.

“Oh, wow,” your face lights up.

He opens the bottle with a wink and mentions, “didn't have cherry.” 

Your heart flutters and your ears get hot as you accept the drink.   

You sit on the back of his car talking and enjoying your drinks for a while. You shiver and he asks, “you alright?”

“Well, I'm not really dressed,” you laugh. 

“Lucky for you, this car came with a jacket.” He hops off the trunk of the car and reaches behind the driver’s seat. When he returns a few moments later, he’s wearing a vintage brown leather jacket and holding a jacket for you. 

“Looks about right, whatcha think?”  

“Yeah.” You carefully step down off the car. 

"Hold on,” he says and drapes the jacket over one arm. Then he steps in closer and nudges his fingers under your robe, hitting your bare shoulders and giving you goosebumps. He nudges the robe off, and it falls down to your elbows. You take it off. His eyes glue to your chest. You rub your arms. He holds out the jacket for you and you let him put it on. 

He looks you up and down and gives a low whistle. “Perfect,” he nods. Then he steps closer and slips his hands inside your jacket, sliding them along your silk dress, then resting warmly on your lower back. He pulls you into him for a hug. Your erect nipples are poking him through the fabric. He lets out a low growl and pulls you in tighter. A warm, mostly soft bulge presses into you and makes you throb. He noses your hair and inhales as he grabs a handful of ass. 

“Ready?” He asks in a low growl, and you've forgotten what he's referring to. 

“Hm?” You respond. 

“Ready to shoot?”

“Uh, yeah.” It doesn't seem like the safest environment, but there's something sexy about it, too. Your gut tells you he's dangerous, but you like it because he makes you feel safe at the same time. Like you’re not the one in danger. 

“One second.” He grabs something from under the driver’s seat and puts it in his pocket. It looks vaguely flask shaped but taller. It barely fits. Lastly, he gets his gun out of the glovebox and puts it in the back of his pants. 

—

Clement lights a cigarette, then you walk with him toward the floodlight. He puts his arm around you and offers you the cigarette, but you decline.

“Mmm good girl,” he murmurs with the cigarette still in his mouth. “I can tell ya ain't *too* good though.” 

“Hey. I turned down beer and cigarettes. How do you know I'm not good?”

“Just got that vibe, baby.” He squeezes your arm. “And I sure am glad.” 

There are multiple wide garage doors along the side of the building. You arrive at a door that's lifted up two or three feet.  He holds it at the bottom and slides it up another foot or so. You still have to crouch down, and you hold your dress and the jacket against your bare thighs as you do it. It's spooky inside. Way too dark, and the space is derelict. 

Once Clement's inside the building with you, he pulls a string hanging from the above. Then he drops his cigarette and the sparks bounce over a dirty concrete floor before he stops it out. Several bulbs buzz awake along the high ceiling, evenly spaced but far apart. The furthest one is against a half painted brick wall. There are crates stacked up along some of the walls and a few in the middle of the space. As you get closer, the light clearly illuminates a host of bullet holes in the back wall. There are also casings on the floor. On the wall to your right, some of the windows are busted out. 

He takes his jacket off and lays it on a crate against the wall. He removes his gun from his pants and puts his leg arm around you as he shows it to you. It’s a silver gun with two swallows engraved on the handle. The birds have their wings spread and are facing each other. 

“It was my daddy’s,” he says. “Only thing Mama saved for me.”

His face hardens and he turns and aims toward the back wall, triceps bulging under his shirt. He pulls the trigger. The gunshot is loud, but not as terrible as it could be. Debris bounces off the wall.

He hands you the gun, and. you accept it apprehensively.

“Are you sure this is okay? Here?” You have to wonder about people hearing the gunshots, and plus how you're destroying the wall.

“Don't you worry, darlin’. Place won't be around much longer anyway.” 

“Okay.”

“Ever shot a gun?”

“Yeah but I'm rusty.” 

“You'll be fine, darlin’. Go ahead.” You aim it hesitantly, half expecting the entire wall to crumble. Clement gets behind you and braces his hands on your arms. “Steady now,” he murmurs. His body is so close to yours, you get butterflies. Then he puts his arms around you. He doesn’t help you aim right away. He noses your temple and inhales your scent. “Mmm,” he hums. You relax your arms, holding the gun with your elbows bent. Then he plans a wet kiss on your neck. “Can’t help myself, sugar.” He kisses and sucks at your neck and you moan. He lightly bites you and you take your right hand off the gun to reach back for his head. You're gushing, and wonder if it's going to run down your legs at this rate.

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head. “Wanna see ya shoot first.”

You let out a disappointed sigh, and he rests his hands on your hips. He presses his pelvis forward, and a hard shape in his pants gives you a rush of need. He murmurs, “You feel that? Oooh.” His hands on your hips pull you back on his bulge. “You can have it when you're done.” 

You compose yourself and aim the gun again. He slightly adjusts your arms and directs you toward an unblemished patch of paint straight ahead, just above the exposed brick. “Hit that, and we’re done.”

It only takes you one shot.

“Well hot damn!” He celebrates. “Look at you.” You hand the gun back to him. He slinks around you, hugs you from behind again, and murmurs “don't even need my help, do ya,” then kisses your neck again. “Let's go,” he says into your skin, then retrieves his jacket from the crate. As you're walking back toward the garage door, he turns around and starts walking backwards and whistling. You glance back and he's pulled a bottle of lighter fluid out of his pocket. He's trailing the liquid as he walks. 

Your heart jumps to your throat. “What are you doing?”

“Ohh, don't worry, darlin’. It'll burn slow at first. Plenty’a time to get outta here.” He holds the garage door up for you to duck under. He flips the lid of the lighter fluid closed and crams it back in his pocket. 

You back away as he takes out a matchbook. He lights a match and drops it into the lighter fluid. The fire races under the garage door and Clement’s eyes are beaming darkly in the glow of it. After a moment, he says, “Woo! Lets go, baby.” You're speechless, and very turned on. He takes your hand in his and charges toward the car. His stride is so long, you're nearly jogging to keep up.

“Hahaaa,” he laughs to himself as he gets in the car. He revs the engine and turns on the music. He pops a breath mint. He sings along with Blue Orchid, and his voice really isn't half bad. 

“Where are we going?” You ask.

He looks at you fondly for a moment. “Love a woman who's up for adventure.” He puts his hand behind you to reverse.

As he drives by the building, you crane your neck to see. The fire is only a flickering glow through the busted out windows so far.

He turns down the music only slightly. “Stars are out tonight,” he observes. “Know a spot with a great view,” he offers as you exit the property. 

“Ok,” you try to suppress a smile. 

“Yeah!” He yells and peels off on the main road. You look up at the stars with the wind in your hair. Soon, he turns onto another dark road, somewhat winding, uphill.

-

He parks in a dark corner of an abandoned office park. It's littered with empty bottles and faded cans. The chainlink fence has half fallen down, and there are a couple of steel drums. Clement gets out of the car.   With most of this part of town abandoned, the light pollution isn't very close. You're up on a hill now, too. 

He takes the lighter fluid out of his pocket, squirts it in the barrel, and drops the plastic container in with it. Then he lights the matchbook on fire, drops it. And a blaze quickly grows in the barrel.

Then he gets back in the car and moves the seat back. He leans over and pulls you in for a heated kiss. Then he pulls back and murmurs, “Now get over here” as he takes off his jacket. 

—-

Thankfully, the car is roomy and so are the seats. You take off your jacket and put the robe back on. The air is cool and crisp and feels fine. As you climb over to straddle Clement, he greets you with his hands on your thighs. He slides his palms all the way up the backs of your thighs and reaches your bare ass. Then he lifts your little slip dress and says “God *damn*,” at the sight of your bare cunt.  “If I knew this. . .”

“You didn't let me get ready,” you lightly punch his chest with a hint of laughter, cheeks burning. He chuckles.

“Well good. Guess I'm *never* gonna let ya get ready.” Your heart flutters at the implied future. He sticks his left hand between your legs and cups your bare cunt. “Oh, baby.” You hover above his thighs while he leans back and unbuttons his pants, then unzips and pulls them down to expose a massive bulge in his white briefs. Your breath hitches at the sight. 

He grabs your ass and pulls you forward so your crotch meets his cotton-clad bulge, and a shock of desire spreads through your body like fire. He thrusts upward and you moan at the contact of his warm, hard, package. He kisses you and uses his hands on your hips to rub you against him with your mouths connected. He breaks the kiss with a sigh and says, “Fuck, let's go.” He shoves his hand down his briefs and you allow him the space to take out his commanding cock and balls. Your mouth falls open. 

“Not as huge as it looks,” he reassures you. “Gonna love every inch of it.” You nod. It's the girth that has you wide-eyed.

“Oh you're drippin’ on me, sugar.” He lets his thick manhood rest against his lower belly and pulls you in so your clit presses against his warm, smooth shaft and you’re aching to have him inside you. “Let’s feed this hungry pussy already.” 

He holds his cock as you hover over it then begin to slowly lower yourself, getting closer to entry. You pause, and he runs his tip through your dripping folds and helps spread the slick down his shaft. Then he nestles his tip at your entrance and you twitch. 

You begin to sink down on him, with his tip spreading you wide open. “Mmm,” you whine. 

“Yeah, good girl. . . you can take it, baby.” It's every bit as big as it looks. You sink down, feeling taken apart in the best way, and he pulls you down flush. 

Speared on his engorged cock, pleasure races through your chest and thighs, out to every inch of your body. 

“You good?” He asks, chest heaving. 

You rise up then sink back down.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs. “want ya to hear somethin’.” He reaches for the tape deck and changes the cassette. He presses play and it's Ball and Biscuit by the White Stripes. 

“I know this one,” you smile. It's a sexy, languid alt blues song. 

“Just wait for the next one,” he murmurs, looking at you with a raging lust in his eyes. His cock twitches inside you. He pulls your face into his again and lifts his hips, pushing farther into you. You've never felt so full. “Oh baby,” he breaks the kiss. “You feel so good.” His face is so handsome in the flickering fire light. His blue eyes look almost black. The slice of bare flesh in his eyebrow is too sexy. You run your hands through his hair and he groans at the light rake of your fingers against his scalp.

He lifts into you to the beat of the song. You begin to roll your hips in sync with him. 

“Ohhh, yeah,” he breathes. Part of you wants him to lose control and ravish you, but this slow fuck is perfect for the intense stretch of your cunt around his cock.

You kiss and moan as your bodies move together, and the pleasure swells deep inside you, all around his cock. He nudges the silk robe off your shoulders and pulls down the straps of your dress. He groans at the sight of your breasts. He covers one with a hand and one with his mouth and his whole body is moving in time with the music. Your chest feels light. For the rest of the song, your body is wrapped around his, and his hips are slightly lifting you with each thrust.  

The same song starts over, but it's not the same singer. The voice is smoother, deeper than Jack White’s. You pull your head back to listen. Clement studies your face, and it takes you a few seconds to recognize the vocals. It’s him, Clement. 

“Holy shit,” you mutter, and his face comes to life. “Your voice is–God.” It's hard piecing sentences together impaled on him.

“You really like it,” he marvels. 

“Of course I do, it's . . . perfect.” 

His eyes soften with affection and he kisses you deeper, smoothly thrusting. He seems to take up all the space in your body. 

The passion between you intensifies until it might burst. You need all of his body. You break away from a messy kiss to undo one of his shirt buttons, then another, and he unbuttons the rest in a hurry, and leans back against the chair as you spread his shirt. His chain sparkles in the firelight. It's hanging slightly above a chest tattoo that has the same birds as the gun. His tan skin glistens in the flickering glow.

You plant your hands on his hard pecs to ride him. The movement of his hips becomes more pronounced, and soon he's taken over. He thrusts upward sharply but smoothly and starts fucking you from the bottom, grunting and sighing. He pulls you down on him each time he thrusts. You moan, feeling like you're on the brink. 

He pulls you close again and kisses you sloppily while your bodies move as one. “Clem, I'm gonna–”

“Mmm,” he cuts you off. He grunts and moans against your mouth. He's close too. 

“I'm gonna fill ya up, baby. . .You want that?” he pants. 

You nod.

“You want big Clement dribbling’ down your thighs?” 

You nod urgently.  

“That's my girl.” His massive hands move you on his cock, and you whimper as you begin to unravel. You clench around him, and he fucks you through it. Then he grunts as he thrusts upward “nngg—ohhhh, uugggh.” He pulses into you, warmth spreading in your core as you finish choking his cock. 

You collapse into his arms and twitch with aftershocks as he cradles your head. After a minute, you're still impaled on him and he says your name. You pull your head back. 

He looks back and forth between your eyes. A firetruck siren interrupts you. There are more sirens in the distance. Clement shifts his head to look past you, through the windshield, through the broken chain-link fence. His eyes illuminate warmly and he breaks into a small smile. You look behind yourself to see a building on fire in the distance. It's now half engulfed in flames. 

What a view. This man is wild, and you can't get enough of him. 

-------- -------- Thank you so much for reading!! If you want, you can subscribe to notifications on @toxicfics for all my fics. If you want to be on a Boyd Holbrook character tag list lmk but fyi I sometimes write dark. I have a dark fic rn called The Raid with Steve and Javi. Javi captures reader to make her get clean (off drugs) and she's very horny for them. Steve shows up in part 2, then he has his own PWP one shot, Javi isn't home. Series ongoing.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

got silly goofy high and had an epiphany 😌 (had this cookin in my drafts for weeks yk how it be)

warning: breeding kink, piss kink, spit kink, intox, degradation/slurs

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt, t-dick

“Oh, god, you feel so good… Feels so fucking good, you little whore… You do this often? Spreading your legs for any old man who buys you a drink? Betcha have some real daddy issues, don’tcha, boy?”

Lalo grabbed your chin and spat in your face as he fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

“Slut.”

In response, you reached out and pulled him in closer, sobbing with pleasure into his shoulders. You squeezed him as tight as you could, inside and out. Your chests pressed together as your vice of a cunt milked him dry.

Lalo growled, stabbing his coke nails into your hips and viciously thrusting into you, his balls slapping into your t-dick, the two of you jiggling the flimsy lock on the stall that threatened to give way. “Oh, te pinche putito… Ngh, voy a venir… Voy a venir dentro de tí… Voy a llenarte y poner un pinche bebé en tí, joto… Mmm, te vas a estar tan lleno… Tan lleno de mi leche… (Oh, you little fucking slut… Ngh, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum inside you… Gonna fill you up and put a fucking baby in you, faggot… Mmm, you’re gonna be so full… So full of my cum…)”

You had no clue what he was saying, but it sounded fucking hot. He wasn’t talking to you, moreso at you. This wasn’t a balanced exchange; you were just a hole, one of many he could’ve picked to empty himself in. Your limp body dangled in his arms as he used it, a lifeless sex doll for his sole pleasure. He jerked himself off with your pussy until he came with a loud-

“Fuck!”

And boom goes the dynamite. His hot cum spurted inside you, filling you up just like he said he would. As he flooded your hole, both of your brains flooded with dopamine. That physical satisfaction came alongside mental gratification, reinforcing this debauched behavior. You’d surely seek it out again.

Lalo laughed in delight as the relief washed over him. “Oh… Hah… Haha… Phew, you’re incredible, kid. Best fuck I’ve had in a really long time.” He swept your hair out of your face and tenderly kissed you on the forehead. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

“Nonononono, keep it…” you whined, your limbs locking around his back, “K-Keep it iiin…”

“Aww, you’re precious, honey…” He cooed, peppering kisses along your neck. “But I have to piss, so I kinda have to take it out…”

For some stupid reason, maybe it was the cocktail of substances and the myriad levels of pleasure you were dealing with, or maybe just the immaturity of “haha piss funny”, you started snickering. A lot.

”Oh?” Lalo inquired, “What’s so funny, chiquito?”

The haze of goofy laughter dissipated, and what cast it away was the bright light of an idea. A sick, sinful, salacious idea. “Do you… Do you have to take it out?”

That made Lalo snort. He chuckled, shook his head, and replied, “Oh my god, no. No, baby, you don’t want that. I can’t do that to you… You’re too cute for that…”

You mewled with disappointment, hiding your face in his neck out of shame and praying to whatever god may be that you didn’t make this weird.

Lalo sweetly stroked your hair and sighed. “Look at me.” He commanded, snapping his fingers and you obeyed, picking your face up from the shadows. “You really want it?”

You nodded, your big puppy dog eyes bulging with need.

“Say please.”

“P-Please…”

“Please, who?”

Shit, what was this guy’s name again? He definitely told you… Oh, yeah. “Lalo… P-Please, Lalo…”

“Please, Lalo, what?

Oh, god, he was gonna make you say it? Beg for it, even? …Eh, whatever. Fuck it. “P-Please, Lalo… P-Pee inside me…”

“Good boy.” Lalo pressed his lips to yours. “I will, since you asked so nicely.”

For a few moments, everything was still. Nothing outside the bathroom stall existed, let alone mattered to you right now. All that mattered was Lalo’s cock throbbing inside you. You waited, and waited, you weren’t sure for what. Then, the signal came.

Lalo grunted, “Here it comes, baby.”

And so it did. The most prominent sensation was the intense heat pooling inside your debased hole, filling up what little space there was around his cock. You squirmed and squeaked, gripping his floral shirt in your fists.

“Fuuuck, Lalooo… so waaarm…”

“I know, right?” Lalo dotted more wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “You like it?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Good boy…” He praised, petting your hair while he pissed inside your pussy. You were so full. It was so hot. The pressure was becoming too much to bear. “I’m almost done, honey. You’re taking it so well. You ever do this before?”

You shook your head. “N-No…”

“Well, get ready. It’s about to get even better.”

You were left pondering the meaning of that remark for maybe a second, until his still-hard cock slid halfway out of your hole. His hot piss gushed out and splashed onto the floor. The release of pressure and heat felt like nothing you had ever experienced. You trembled, moaned, and drooled as he slammed his cock back in, picking up where he’d left off: fucking you stupid.

Lalo hissed obscenities in your ear as he fucked you with renewed vigor. “Ngh, qué asco… No creo… No creo que me dejaste hacer eso… Ahh, Acabo de mear en tu chocho, te pinche puto estúpido… Qué un… Mmm, qué un cerdito sucio que eres… (Ngh, so gross… I can’t… I can’t believe you let me do that… Ahh, I just pissed in your cunt, you stupid fucking whore… What a… Mmm, what a dirty little piggy you are…)”

Dripping with piss and cum, you spared a thought for the janitor who’d have to clean this stall later. Hopefully, they wouldn’t know it was you.

[xoioel]

➤ APART OF THE PLAN

parings; TWICE x 10th!fem!reader

genre: SMUT

warnings; SMUT, group sex, bratty reader, bratty tzuyu, punishments, humiliation kink, groping,fingering,spanking,crying, g!p, belly bulging, cervix hitting, smacking, public sex, teasing,

summary; you and tzuyu wanted to tease your fellow members; just to see there reactions, but it was way more than you guys thought…

note: wrote this while at a meeting with my collages AD. let me know if you want a part 2!! sorry for ghosting you all!!

It was you and your fellow members day off from the busy week you guys had promoting the ‘READY TO BE’ album. It was around 10’ in the morning when you came up with the idea to tease all of the girls. You finally got up out of bed to go freshen up in the bathroom. The smell of food came through the bathroom.

After you came out of the bathroom, you walked downstairs into the kitchen to see Momo, Sana and Jihyo cooking up some food for the girls. “morning y/nnie!!” Sana exclaimed when she saw u. “morning jagi, what are u guys cooking?” “fried rice, kimchi pancakes and some kimchi toast” Momo said to you. You walked to the fridge to get something to drink, Grabbing a coke from the fridge you went to lay on the couch as you scrolled on social media.

Jeongyeon, Mina, Chaeyeong and Dahyun came out of there rooms you saw from the corner of your eye. “Morning everyone” Jeongyeong said fairly tired. She went to sit on the island watching they girls finish up breakfast. The other girls all went to the couch to watch tv or just scrolling on their phones. You got a text from your from Tzuyu to come to her room saying she wants to see u. You got up from the couch and went to the youngest members room.

“morning tzu” you said as you walked over to her. You sat on her bed just before she starts talking. “i was thinking that since were going out today we should tease the unnies” tzuyu said fairly confident in herself because they usually tease her back when she does it to them. “do u remember when i teased Jihyo? it didnt end well for me..” you both busted out laughing because of the thought of what jihyo did to you last time you teased her.

“i would love to see what she would do this time, and maybe what would momo, nayeon and sana would do?” You said to her before she quickly replied. “sana?!?! shes so evil she forced me to have a vibrator in for the whole day… and she made me cum 6 times in like 3 hours” tzuyu said still giggling from earlier. “wait she actually did that i wouldn’t have thought she was that cruel” “yeah she is more then you think n/n” You were just about to say something when you heard momo yell u and tzuyus names. “Y/n and Tzuyu come and eat.

You both walked out of the room and walked into the kitchen to see everybody sitting at the table waiting for you to come and sit so they can eat. “finally you guys came out of the room we were waiting for you” Jihyo said to you and Tzuyu. You went to go sit next to Jihyo and you all began to eat. Nayeon and Momo were making fun of each other like always, You all laughed as they continued to argue. Tzuyu was sitting next to you so you whispered to her that you were going to start with the plan. You placed you hand on Jihyo’s thigh, She stopped chewing for a second before looking down at you hand.

You slowly started to move you hand up her thigh before she grabbed your hand. “stop y/n, i thought we talked about this” she whispered into your ear, but you wanted to push her buttons even more so you didn’t respond to her, which you know very well that your supposed respond to anything she says. Jihyo didnt do anything about you not responding to her so you thought you will be fine. You thought wrong.

As soon as all of the girls were done eating as Everyone starting to clean up, Jihyo dragged you upstairs and pulled you into her room and pinned you against her bedroom door. “y/n. do we need to go over rules again?” “no, i didnt do anything wrong” you replied very innocently,

“Just for that little stunt you pulled earlier..” she stopped and turned you around; making you face her. You felt something hard on your thigh, and you wanted to say something but instead you moved your hand onto her bulge. She immediately stopped you; before you had the change to open your mouth she shoved you on the floor. You quickly noticed on what she wanted to you to so you pulled her pants down with her boxers. You began to give her tip kitten licks but Jihyo wasnt having it, She grabbed the back of your head and made you take her whole length in one go; making you gag, her precum began to come out.

A satisfied groan leaves her lips as she throws her head back, fingers pinching your nose tightly while her other hand has a firm grip on your hair keeping you in place. Her hips thrusting wild and without rhythm as she abuses your throat in chase of her release. Your gags only spiring her on as saliva begins to drip down your neck, tears streaming down your face at the brutality of her thrusts. Its only when she feels you swallow around her cock that she reaches the edge, so close to falling into a pit of pleasure.

Jihyo was groaning lowly so she wouldn’t be too loud but u on the other hand; you were gagging, moaning and on the verge of crying, since you felt her cock her bigger in your mouth you knew she was about to cum. “f-fuck imma cum y/n-nie”

But she remembered that you were being a bad girl so she pulled out and began to jerk herself off, Jihyo cursing under her breath as the knot in her stomach snaps, hot spirts of cum hitting your face and hair yet her hand keeps you in place. You got the cum off your face and ate it because you know better to waste it.

A minute passes by when a knock was heard on the door; you went into panic mode but before you could get up from being on your knees, Jihyo decided to open the door. “can i have y/n now because shes been here for a long time and she didnt do anything earlier; i just think your being dramatic” you heard Tzuyu say. “hmm idk because shes been bratty all this morning? Do you want to end up like her because i don’t appreciate you talking to me like that.” Jihyo said to Tzuyu in a annoyed voice as Jihyo opened the door half way so she could see you on the floor on your knees and she rolled her eyes at her leader.

“ Well since you two want to act like bitches go to Sanas room and explain why you were sent there” Jihyo continued. You stood up by the time she said that. “B-but why me, you already punished me already” You whined at Jihyo, “Well u should of thought of that before the both of you decided to act like that” You huffed oh annoyance and opened the door all the way and walked out.

Tzuyu followed behind you before walking into the kitchen. “tzu.. what are you doing?” you questioned her actions as she went to the fridge to grab a drink. “im not listening to her fucking rules just because shes our leader, and its not fair that she can say and do whatever she pleases and expects us to just follow.” You’ve never seen her this pissed before; but you don’t question it. As you two are standing in silence; you see a notification pop up on your phone.

Jihyo jagi 💋😍

just know the longer the 2 of you take to get into Sanas room, is the longer the punishment you both are gonna get / read at 10:17am

‘Fuck, we are screwed’ You thought to yourself and youve been to slowly panic because of what the tall girl said to you earlier about her punishments. “What happened? You look concerned” Tzuyu said to you farely quietly because Nayeon was right behind her grabbing some stuff; You leaned over the counter so Nayeon wouldn’t hear. “Jihyo said that the longer we take to get into Sanas room is how harder the punishment would be.” The moment you said that Tzuyu freaked out; her heart must of been racing after hearing that we had a time limit to get to Sanas room.

She immediately grabbed your hand and began to walk to Sanas room. “We are fucked Y/n” she whispered in your ear. As you both finally made it to the door, you both were so nervous to knock on the door. But since you didnt want to waste any more time; you were brave enough to knock on the door. You both heard a voice saying “come in” You slowly opened the door and Sana sitting on a chair in her room that faced her door. As you both walked in Tzuyu closed the door behind her.

“took the two took about 8 minutes to get here and since you both have such smart mouths i have just the right thing to sort this out” Sana said farely upset because this is the second time this week you been sent to Sana’s room for you acting out.

“I want the both of you to take your clothes off except for your bras and panties and ill be right back” Sana got up and walked out the room without a word. Tzuyu began to slowly strip her clothes as you began to do the same aswell. You both havent seen each other basically naked in a while but you both didnt mind; because sometimes you both fuck every now and again. You heard footsteps coming towards the door which you assumed it was Sana. She opened the door to see both of you sitting on her bed waiting to see what she was going to do.

Sana walked over to you and sat directly next you before shoving her hand something in you. “go sit on the chair Y/n” as the ‘good girl’ you are you got up and sat on the chair she told you to sit on. As soon as u sat down you felt something vibrating directly on clit. You wanted to say something but you stayed quiet and sat there like you were told to do. “Tzuyu.. lay down on the bed facing Y/n” So that’s exactly what she did; she layed on her stomach and layed diagonal so she was facing you. Sana got up and walked to other side of the bed so Tzuyu could see what she was doing. You watched her every move though because that all you could do.

She bent down and went to grab something from the floor. Then you see a vibrator that was way bigger than the one you were wearing. She turned it on and placed it on Tzuyu’s cunt. She quietly moaned but not to loud because the other members were still in the house. She had a remote in her hand and she moved her thumb up as you gasped in surprise as vibrations on ur clit began to get more intense.

Music was heard through the door and you gussed it was Dahyun because she usually plays music as she showers. “Now Tzuyu, i want you explain to me why you decided to act like a bitch to Jihyo” Sana questioned her. But Tzuyu didn’t reply with make Sana smack her in the ass the paddle she hid under her pillow. “Tzuyu you being quiet in going to help you so answer my question”

After she said that she increased the intensity of the vibrator which made Tzuyu whine of the intensity. “i-i just think it isnt fair how Jihyo could umm” Sana swats her ass again and again to make Tzuyu speak, “Jihyo could what? You know shes the leader and she can do whatever she pleases to you and the rules she set arent even bad they are very straightforward”

As she was saying that to her you felt your orgasm nearing. ”Sana.. im going to cum soon” You said outloud so you wouldn’t do it without permission. “No Y/n you cant cum until Tzuyu tells me the truth” After she finished her sentence you began to touch yourself because you knew Tzuyu wouldnt give her an answer as you thought.

“Well Jihyo is mean saying we have to follow every rule an-and if we dont its a punishment” Tzuyu said but deep down she wanted to scream because of how bad her ass hurted of the spanking she received.” Y/n you better be listening; just know that the rules Jihyo set are there for this exact reason. She doesn’t want her members thinking they could just talk to her or anyone else like how the two of you did, okay?” Sana stated very clearly that you and Tzuyu listened to her.

She looked up at you to see you touching yourself; And she began to put the vibrator on the highest setting which made the room start to fill with your moans. Shortly after Tzuyu began to moan as well as getting spanked too. “Tzuyu i want you to count each spank ok? if you miss one we are starting over” Sana stated.

Slap! Sana smacked her ass softly “aghnnn.. o-one” Tzuyu said quickly, slap! “fuckk!! two” and the more slaps Sana did the harder she went. “AAHH! s-sev-seven” Tzuyu moaned out with tears streaming down her face. “i-im sorry mommy.. it-it was stupid of me to a-act like that earlier” As she finished her sentence Sana put the vibreator on the highest setting to make her cum.

“f-fuck mommy im cant hold it.. im going to cum!” You exclaimed to Sana hoping she would say yes. Tzuyu felt that she was going to cum soon too; “AAGHH! mommy im going to c-cum too! ” Tzuyu whined out “2 more and you both could cum” Sana said to the both of you. She slapped Tzuyu on the ass two more times like she said. “You can cum now” She said and in a instant both of you came very hard.

You both were heavily panting as you guys were coming down from your orgasm. “Y/n come over here.” You got up and walked over to the bed and sat down where there was space. You noticed Sana’s bulge through her pants that must of been there for a while; Shortly after Tzuyu finally sat up and looked at the two of you. “ Y/n i want you to do whatever you please to Tzuyu as i fuck you” Sana said to the both of you.

You layed on your stomach while Tzuyu layed on her back. You saw a dildo under her pillow so you were going to use it on her so she could feel something inside too. “are you ready Y/n and Tzuyu?” “yeah” You both said to Sana so she could start. You began slid her panties off quicky to slowly rub along her slit, so you put on finger in Tzuyu and began to thrust it into her.

Her brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?” The smoothness of her voice made you shiver. Usually when you’d get in trouble your member would lecture you and make a big fuss so her calmness was very foreign to you. “Dont be m-mean to your leader” you said as you continued to finger Tzuyu but adding 1 more finger.

“good.” A hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hand instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from her rough palms.

“Instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry mommy.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on Tzuyu’s leg. You honestly didn’t mean to make her really upset, the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it.

She untied the strings of her sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of her print through her grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good she was going to feel. “look straight princess. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, You continued to finger Tzuyu as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of her dick. She moved your panties over so she could actually fuck you.

“be g-gentle m-mommy.” You mumbled “be obedient.” She thrusted her full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as she began pounding you into the bed. “oouuu fuck. you always so tight.” Sana groaned, hand flat on your back as her other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at her stomach for her to ease up. “p-please aahhgg. jus take a little out Sanaaaa” Whining as you were already trying to run from her. Sana grabbed the bottom of your bra, pulling your ass all the way back to her to the point where you were flush against her stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” She slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of her curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to her size, your pussy grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round her. “there you go y/n takin me like a good girl.” her hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take her. “ahh w-wait a little bit Sana. s’too biggg.”

Ignoring you, Sana thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so she could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. Your stomach rubbed harder against the bed blankets as your body jolted. “Where’s the big girl that likes to talk back huh? Where’s the girl that like to give everyone a attitude?” Where she at?” Sana said to do to see what you would say.

“im-im sorry i-i wont be disrespectful again, but please go slower!” You whined to Sana. You could also tell that Tzuyu was very turned on by Sana degrading you, and you couldnt even blame her because it did the same to you. “Sana?” her head snapped up towards yours, shaking herself out of her thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” she breathed.

You quickly took your fingers of her and put in the dildo into her and sped up to the speed just the way Tzuyu likes, So you guys can get this over with faster. “i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you upset.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. Sana’s resolve weakened as she felt her blood begin rushing to her dick, signaling to her that she was going to cum if she didn’t get in control quickly.

“mhmm. not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you Y/n.” Sana said because she couldn’t really resist on of her favorite members. “Tzuyu? Do you think shes tell the truth?” “haah.. um.. yes i think you should…let her cum too” She said quickly so they could cum with her. “ Okay i believe you, Now keep making mommy feel good and i’ll give you my cum. how dat sound?” “y-yes please.”

the two of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you and Tzuyu reached your climax’s. You went faster using the dildo to get up to Sana’s speed so we could all cum together. Bodies growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down her cock. Sana easily held you up, continuing to use you as her personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.”

Her pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you and Tzuyu screamed from the overstimulation, Tzuyu squirted all over your face and her lower stomach . she gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as her hot cum flowed into your walls. The 3 of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths.

You pulled the dildo out of Tzuyu as Sana slowly pulled her dick out of you. As you all finally came down from your orgasms your heard Dahyun’s music cut off so atleast nobody heard what was going on in the room. You all quietly got dressed and you and Tzuyu walked out the room and you began to walk to your room but Tzuyu grabbed your arm and began to drag you into her room. “Tzu we have to get ready” “i know i just want to eat you out..”

That was one of the boldest things Tzuyu has ever said to you. “well i guess but please be fast we have reservations in a hour and a half.” You said to her walking down the hall to Tzuyu’s room. You both made it to her room and she locked the door so nobody would come in. “we have to be quiet aswell Y/n so try very hard” Tzuyu said in a very teasing tone and she knows very well when anyone but especially when she eats you out; you never stay quiet.

You stood before her, your expression a tapestry of conflicted emotions. A sigh escaped your lips once more, a breath laden with a blend of disbelief and surrender. It was a look that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment that you were about to relinquish control, bending the rules of convention to fulfill Tzuyu's desire.

Tzuyu, her eyes sparkling with delight, couldn't help but break into a warm and affectionate smile as she beheld your commitment to grant her deepest desires. With a tender grace, Tzuyu leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. Her lips met yours, sighing in relief as you moaned into her mouth.

In the delicate space between your lips, Tzuyu, known for your reserved nature and quiet demeanor, were a symphony of contradictions in that moment. The gentle melody of your moans reverberated against Tzuyu’s lips, a harmonious composition that stirred a wellspring of emotions within both of you. Each sweet, muffled sound that escaped your throat spoke volumes, revealing a side of you that had long been kept hidden from the world.

As Tzuyu smiled into the kiss, she marveled at the power she held over your inhibitions. The way your body trembled against hers, the way your moans seamlessly merged with the shared breaths, all spoke of profound trust and surrender. It was an exquisite revelation, an invitation into the depths of your desires.

In that stolen moment, Tzuyu tasted not only the sweetness of your lips but also the vulnerability and passion that emanated from within her. Your moans, once silenced in the shadows of your reserved nature, now spilled forth with unbridled intensity. The sounds echoed with a mixture of pleasure, longing, and the liberation of self-expression.

But, soon, Tzuyu remembered she wasn’t all by her self, where you could be as loud as she wanted. The two of you were still in near the other members, a private room within the house — a room that was definitely not soundproof.

Tzuyu sighed, whispering against your lips, “I want to taste you.”

You almost felt lightheaded with the way she began to kiss you behind your ear, down to the curve of your neck, and her hands sneaking their way under your shirt and underneath your shorts, pulling them down roughly. Tzuyu pushed you with her body until your backside hit the front of her bed,

Tzuyu smiled once again and gave you another searing kiss before she slowly made her way down to her knees. She knelt, her face leveled with your panties as she pushed your hips against the desk, holding you still. After a moment of enjoying the way you gripped onto her hair lightly even when she hadn’t began doing anything yet, Tzuyu let her hands run along the back of your soft thighs, trailing them upwards to your ass as she hooked your lace panties on her thumbs. She also began to rip your panties right off of you.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster out as you stared down at Tzuyu

Her fingers slip through your folds softly, coating them with your slick. She made you watch as she brought her fingers up to her lips, letting her mouth wrap around her own digits, groaning at the taste of you on her tongue. And you could see it — how wet you were.

Before you could even protest, Tzuyu’s head disappeared under your big t-shirt, eyes finally meeting the gorgeous sight of your beautiful cunt. She didn’t know if it was just because she was in love with you, but she had never seen a prettier pussy. Your scent filled her nostrils each second she came closer, drawing her in like a moth to a flame, up until she pressed a gentle kiss on your clit. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she continued to kiss your pussy, before her tongue darted out to lick your slick from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

“Fuck…” Tzuyu breathed to herself, moaning at your warmth and sweetness. God, you tasted so good.

You trembled against her as she worked her tongue on your pussy, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Tzuyu hummed against your clit, vibrations making you stutter slightly as she listened to you struggle to keep quiet. Her hands gripped your thighs open as she continued to delve deeper over your most sensitive parts.

After a moment, Tzuyu eased a finger into you, mouth moving to work over your sensitive clit as she curled her finger against your walls. You gasped when she did so, hips squirming against her bed.

“T-Tzuyu,” you breathed out quietly, your hand messing up her hair as you tugged on it. “I-I’m close…”

Your body went rigid as she fingered you faster, as she sucked on you harder — the licking and sucking paired with the ridiculously lewd wet noises coming from her was driving you closer and closer to the edge. Humming a deep moan, Tzuyu slid in a second finger, fucking you thoroughly with her fingers. You let out a strangled moan, bringing your other hand down to her head, and began slowly bucking yourself into her mouth; orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as she fucked you.

“T-Tzuyu…” you whined, still trying your best to stay quiet.

Every breathy moan and whimper that came from your lips shot straight towards Tzuyu’s own heat, knowing very well that no one else but her could hear you like this.

She pumped her fingers in and out of you, building and building and building up closer to your orgasm until the band that held you together finally snapped, causing you to bring one hand up from Tzuyu’s hair to clasp it over your mouth. You muffled your loudest moan as best as you could while Tzuyu helped you ride your orgasm out, pulling away from your clit after giving it a gentle kiss that made your legs stutter. Before you could even pull away, Tzuyu slowly began to pump her fingers into you once again. She used her mouth to muffle your moans along with hers as your hands clawed at her back. Tzuyu didn’t stop, continuing to finger you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Even after riding out your orgasm, you began to squirm underneath her, desperately trying to shut your legs.

Every part of you was so sensitive and Tzuyu only sought out more. Your jaw went slack as you tried your best to keep kissing her, but you couldn’t help but keep your mouth open to let out silent moans as she fucked her fingers into you, “T-Tzu-Tzuyu, please—I’m gonna cum again—“

Tzuyu smiled wickedly, “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and give me another one, baby?” Your second orgasm hit like a freight train. Tzuyu used her free hand to clasp her palm over your mouth, muffling the scream that you were about to let out. Your body trembled against hers, arching your back as you continued to shake.

Tzuyu held you close, creating a cocoon of safety and warmth as you trembled in her arms. With whispered tenderness, Tzuyu’s voice caressed your ear, a soft symphony of soothing words that washed over you like a balm. In the hushed tones of her whispers, she wove a tapestry of affectionate reassurances as you calmed down from your high, letting you rest your head in the crook of her neck, catching your breath. Fingertips brushed tenderly against the nape of your neck, soothing the frayed edges of your being.

Tzuyu looked at her phone to see you both had about 45 mins to be ready to go out for lunch. You immediately got dressed and rushed upstairs to get ready. “As you went almost at your door you saw Jihyo standing at your door frame waiting for you. “3 times Y/n? You are really a slut huh.” She was referring to how you’ve fucked 3 times in a row with barley any breaks at all. “Hurry and get ready we are leaving in 44 minutes” Jihyo said to you as she walked a way from your room into hers.

You quickly got undressed and hoped into the bathroom you and Jihyo share. 15 minutes past and you got out of the shower and began to get ready to go out for lunch.

You finished getting ready and applied some lip gloss, extra lotion and perfume before walking out of your room. “Y/NNNNNN ARE YOU READY YET!!! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE” Momo yelled from downstairs, “IM COMING GOSH!” You yelled back at Momo as you walked down the stairs. The other girls were all dressed nice aswell and Tzuyu looked very cute aswell. They all were wearing either a dress, dress pants or skirts. And after Jihyo checked if all of you were there; it was time to head out.

It was a 45 minute drive but since there was a little traffic it was 50 minutes. You sat next to Sana that was sitting in the middle seat and Tzuyu was next to the drivers window. “Y/n.. put this in you now… because i dont want you acting up.”She put a blanket on you after she finished whispering in your ear. You did as you were told and placed the vibrator on you clit. She did the same to Tzuyu and said the same thing to her.

You all shortly arrived and when you got out Momo grabbed your hand and pulled you aside. “You know i heard that you were being bratty earlier.. and i don’t want you acting like that in public okay? because i have the remote and i could make this afternoon living hell, so do you understand me?” Momo said to in a very nice way but you knew she was serious. “ i understand.. i guess” You said the end farely quiet hoping she wouldn’t hear you but she did and lets just say things get worse when you get in the restaurant.

Shortly you all were seated and after you ordered your drinks and the waitress walked off, Momo tried her last soft attempt at getting you to stop the silent treatment. You rolled your eyes at her sorry ass excuse which caused Momo’s jaw to tighten. "ion give a fuck about nun of that. i say what i want and do as i please” You said softly after Momo tried to talk to for the second time but she hears every word you just said.

You thought she didn't hear you, but you were sadly mistaken as you watched her raise her eyebrows at you. "oh word?" Momo stared directly in your eyes as she awaited your reply. You were too nervous to speak though, not wanting to make matters worse. "uhhh i gotta pee." as you got up you instantly feel a strong vibration come from your underwear, making you have to quickly lay your hands on the table to keep your balance as you felt the device rub against your clit. you looked up at your unnie who was paying you no mind as she looked through her menu. "sit down." was all she said as she continued to read through the different dishes. you felt your wetness begin to make its way down your thigh before quickly sitting down.

"I told you ill make your lunch living hell" you couldn't even reply, settling for just a nod as you tried to ease the sensation by crossing your legs. ony kept his eyes on the menu as he opened his left hand, showing you the small remote in her palm. "you know how i feel about the head movements. let mommy hear you." you tightly gripped your skirt as you felt your climax coming, but it left as quickly as it came. Momo eyed you as she turned off the vibrations and put the remote back in her purse. Right before you spoke you noticed the waitress coming back with your drinks.

the waitress began to ask everyone at the 2 tables of what they went to eat after she places everyones drinks. Tzuyu ordered and it was soon your turn. You felt vibrations slowly coming back as the waitress asked you want you want. “C-Can i have the… uhh Brisket Kalguksu and s-some Budae Jjigae” You struggled saying that to the waitress as Momo has the vibrator on. “is that all” You nodded as she goes over what everyone ordered before walking away.

“Momooo.. i- please t-turn it off” You said loud enough so she could hear over all the talking going on around the 2 of you. “No and if you ask again ill make you cum in front of everyone and i know when you cum you cant be quiet” Fuck. She caught you because the many times the other member fucked you and revealing that your the loudest when you cum. So you didnt say anything back as Momo began to chat with Nayeon. Mina noticed you looked uncomfortable and asked if you were okay, “im fine i just am ready to eat..” You said so she wouldn’t see how hard you have your legs crossed so you wouldn’t cum.

A minute passes by as you continue your conversation with Mina, but you feel a knot in your stomach signaling your going to cum soon. Mina gets up with Nayeon, Jihyo and Chaeyoung to go to the bathroom while, Dahyun and Jeongyeon walks out to grab something from the car. Which leaves Sana, Momo, Tzuyu and you left. “ Momooo im gonna cumm” You began to whine at her very quietly.

“Shut up Y/n! i told you no so the answers no” Momo angrily said to you making Sana and Tzuyu look at you. “What happened Momo? is she already acting up again?” Sana questions her. “Obviously!? You know she cant go a few hours without getting fucked.” Momo laughed at herself and Sana joins in. “Momo just let her fucking cum like its not that ha-.” She was stopped mid sentence to a slap in the face by Sana. That left you and Tzuyu in shock; since Sana never gets that upset even when she’s punishing someone. She turned on the vibrator that Tzuyu has puts it on the settings right below the highest. “Didnt i tell you to not be disrespectful? Did i not tell you that Tzuyu?” Sana said to Tzuyu very upset.

“aaHH! fuuuck! Sanaaa!” Tzuyu put her head down on the table so nobody could see her moaning like a whore in public. “ooohhh g-god im-im cuming” You couldn’t hold your orgasm any longer so you squirted all over yourself, chair an floor. And Momo watched you do it too, She and Sana noticed how easy it was to put Tzuyu and yourself in a submissive place so easily. She cleaned you up the best she could before she saw the other members making their way over to the table.

“no! no! no! no! turn it off Sana i cant be like this in front of them, please i cant” Tzuyu whined and begged for her to turn it off but did Sana listen? No she just lowered it and watched how quickly she changed up. “im going to the bathroom” you got up and Tzuyu followed very quickly after. But as soon as the both of you began to walk you almost fell over because Momo and Sana raised the setting of the vibrators.

As the both of you walking the other girls are walking back from the bathroom. You felt your phone vibrate so checked to see what it is….

Wifey Momo, My love Tzu, Bae Sana

Bae Sana; If you touch yourselves in that bathroom; i swear ill tell everyone at the table about how much of whores you both are. I bet you don’t want everyone to know you guys have been fucking all this morning? Do you now? / read at 11:54am

Wifey Momo; And just know.. we will know if you do so when you comeback don’t even think about lying because it wont help you in the long run / read at 11:54am

Oh god thats the only reason why you went to the bathroom is to touch yourself. “Tzu.. can we yk fuck really quick because i cant take this anymore” You whispered in her ear since your still in a public place. She nodded an youve both reached the bathroom so you could now fuck. The vibrations soon came to a halt as you opened the door to the bathroom.

You both ran into the big stall, locked the door and you both began to touch each others bodies. "i bet you're so wet right now.." She smirked as she took your silence as an answer, She lifted your shirt and bra up and she parted her mouth to lick over your nipple at such ease watching you bite your lip feeling frustrated by the lack of touching elsewhere. "if you want more.. beg."

she spoke nonchalantly as she switched boobs repeating the same action to the other with your back arching slightly to feel her tongue pressed up against your nipple, ready to be sucked and licked by the tall girl. "fuck off.." you panted feeling her laugh against the mound of your breast, using her other hand to pinch your nipple making you gasp slightly as she tugged on it.

"fuck off?" she said with such attitude looking up at you with her brows raised, letting go of your nipples with such force watching them jiggle against your chest. she let out a sigh removing herself from your body per request making you rise from your back to look up at her with a confused expression. "where the fuck are you going? you can't be serious right now.."

"oh i'm dead serious, you said we are being bratty and shit to out unnies not to me.." She snapped back holding up two fingers feeling herself get riled up even more as she looked at your face filled with such frustration. “all you have to do is beg, is it really that hard?" of fucking course it was "that" hard, begging wasn't something you'd ever do in public. You felt your blood boil at the thought of her having the audacity to even tell you to do such a thing, you were fuming. You felt yourself growing hot with anger, seeing how she looked down at you never wiping that same annoying smirk off of her face, breaking into a smile at how worked up you had gotten over her request.

"what? oh- you thought i was just gonna fuck you? let you have it so easily?" She laughed in your face watching how your mouth formed into a thin line letting your anger get the best of you. "aw come on princess i know you want me.." She taunted reaching to whisper in your ear, "just need to hear you say it."

She mumbled on your skin with her lips now attached to your neck placing soft kisses on your skin, letting them linger. Feeling you swallow your saliva she let her teeth come into play as she nibbled against your neck; you had too much pride for this, to even be put in a situation like this you wanted to act out violently.. but she was right, you did need her. You needed her oh so badly, being so hot and bothered by the aftermath of Momo’s teasing there was no denying how much you needed her assistance.

"Tzuyu.." you mumbled feeling her hum against you in response to you calling out her name, proceeding to kiss you so gently with the sounds of it filling your ears riling up your body up with more and more desperation. you were gonna get her back for this for sure. "what is it, princess? need something?"

"i.. i need you to fuck me.. please.." You sighed gritting through your teeth at such obscene words you never thought you'd ever say to her in such place. Feeling her smile as she pulled away to face you, her wide toothy smile decorating her face as you rolled your eyes hearing her chuckle in victory. "It could be better but i'll let it slide cause my pussy is aching." She critiqued as you shook your head falling back onto the stall wall to watch the girl undress her lower half, focusing on pulling down her panties and pulling up her dress to her waist.

"I hope this will be worth the begging.." your snarky reply made the girl snort, "If that's even what you call begging.." She hovered over you as you spread your legs apart shifting her way between them, letting your eyes land on her cunt that was shown to you as her eyes landed on the dampness of your flimsy panties.

She quickly pulled your panties down and made sure she kept the vibrator on you so you wouldn’t get in trouble. But she had taken hers out and placed it in her dress, “Wait where’s your vibrator?” You questioned her after you noticed it wasn’t there. “I took it off because i want to see want Sana will do to me again because when i saw how she fucked you, i want the same or even harder” Tzuyu said quickly so she could began to kiss you.

“mmph—! you're gonna angh—make me cum, you're gonna me cum, you gonna make me cuuumm” You moan out, not caring if anyone walking past could hear you. Nayeon began to suck on your nipples and rub your clit to get you too cum. "Anh…h-haaah! oh god Nayeon! i- Mmfh! fuckkkk, i’m gonna cum! gonna cum” And thats what you did. You squirted all over Nayeon’s fingers and your thighs.

As your makeout session continues a knock was heard on your stall door. “Y/n and Tzuyu! Are you doing what Me and Momo told you not to do?” Fuck. You both are screwed because you didnt think they would come out here and say something to you. Tzuyu stopped kissing you and you both looked at the door in silence, She scrambled to put her panties back up and put the vibrator back in, “And Tzuyu why did you take it out? And i know you saw my message so why didnt you listen?” Sana questions Tzuyu but not saying what the ‘it’ shes talking about outloud.

“I.. I forgot i had it” That was probably the worse lie you have ever heard her say. You pulled your panties back up and fixed your clothes before helping Tzuyu fix her dress. You opened the stall door to see Sana leaning on the sink. “Y/n go. I need to handle this one alone” Sana says to you as you left. As soon as you closed the door you heard a loud noise that sounded like a slap but your not sure. You began to walk to the table to hear some foot steps behind you and you were almost at the table.

You looked back to see that the waitress was walking to the table so you sped up to get to the table. As the waitress was giving everyone their food, you could just feel a set of eyes burning into your skin. You look to see who is and its Momo that looks very angry at you. “Me and you are going to have a talk in the car” Momo says to you before looking at her food.

The waitress walks away and you see Tzuyu and Sana walking back from the bathroom. Tzuyu looks kinda upset but very lowkey and Sana looks how she always does. You could just think about what happened to her. “Are we all here?” Nayeon says before looking around to see if everyone is at the table. “Yes everyones here, So we can all eat now” Jihyo says and everyone begins to eat.

You start to have a conversation with Mina, Charyoung and Jeongyeon and you eat. And the others have there own conversations. Its been about 18 minutes later and everyone is about done with there food and the waitresses come to out table to collect the dishes and one of them ask if anyone wants dessert. You and a few other members say yes and order some dessert, You all chat about whatever until you feel vibrations starting to come back and you try not to worry about them because you already know your doomed when you get back in car.

About 5 minutes later the waitress comes back with dessert and hands it to the people that orders it. You take a quick picture of the dessert before eating it. You offer Tzuyu some and she of course says yes. After you and the other members finish eat you all clean up the table and grab all of your stuff before getting up to leave. Your on your phone scrolling social media and Tzuyu texts you.

My Love Tzu

My ass and tits hurts and also my legs do too, Sana literally spanked me again all over my body tho not just my ass and ig she had brought her paddle with her so it made it painful / read at 12:44pm

Dam bitch, Momo said she has to talk to me in the car so i wonder wtf shes gonna do and say. / read at 12:45 pm

Word up like this way lowkey fun we should act like this more often because i want to see what the other members would do aswell. / read at 12:45pm

You all began to walk out the restaurant after Jihyo payed and gave them a tip. You were walking with Tzuyu and were waiting so Momo and Nayeon to get in first but Momo pulls you into the car so your sitting next to her. After you all were situated the car, the staff member that was driving us said he has to stop to the gas station and the store before they bring you home. You all say it fine or whatever and the car begins to move.

About 27 minutes into the drive and you feel that Momo turned on the vibrator again. And this time she had it on the of the highest settings. “a-ahh s-shit” You moan as quietly as you could and you hear Momo laughing at you it seems like because she was looking dead at you when you moaned. The car parks at a store and the staff member lets you all know that he will be back just give him a few minutes once you heard the door close Momo decided to put the vibrator on the highest setting making you whine farely loudly. “Momo! what the fuck! w-why d-did you do t-that.!” You said to her barely over a whisper.

“Do what Y/n? I told you ill make your life living hell if i needed to” Momo said with no remorse. You heard low whines coming from the seat infront of you that it was very obvious that it was Tzuyu. “S-Sana n-not in here” Tzuyu said to her in her ear. “Im not doing anything Tzuyu” Sana said still looking at her phone so she knew that it was Nayeon that had control with the vibrator now. “Sana snd Tzu switch seats” Nayeon said that kinda drowned out ur whines.

They both undid their seatbelts and switched seats. Tzuyu was now in the middle seat and sat next to Nayeon and Sana. “Tzuyu. i would of never expected you to act like that towards your own leader” Nayeon questions Tzuyu just like Sana did earlier. Nayeon began move her hand on Tzuyu thigh and began to inch her hand closer to her cunt. “Nay-Nayeon what are you.. doing” Tzuyu said to Nayeon trying her best not to moan.

She put the vibrator up more which made Tzuyu gasp and whine. She moved her hands up more on her thigh until she reached her panties. “How are you soaking through your panties and I’ve done nothing yet? Or maybe it was when you and Y/n went into the bathroom and almost fucked again for the 2nd time today?”

“i- how do you-”She questions, “You think i didnt hear you when Sana fucked you and Y/n hm? I heard you say to Y/n how badly you want to fuck her too?” Nayeon continued to Tzuyu and she could just tell Tzuyu’s pride falling.

She was just about to say something else when the drivers door opened and the staff member sat in the car. The staff member began to start the car. “Now im going to finger you for the rest of the car ride and if you make one noise im stopping and when we get back; you and Y/n’s ass is grass because when we get in the house its over for the both of you okay?” Nayeon whispered in Tzuyu’s ear but loud enough for you to hear aswell. And that’s exactly what Nayeon did for the next 25 minutes before the car stopped and the Staff said that he was going to get gas for the car. And he got out and began to pump gas.

“o-ohhh Nayeon-unnie i-im gonna c-cum” Tzuyu moans but not too loud since the staff was right outside of the car. “Didnt i say i dont want to hear any noise from you” “but-but i” “No Tzuyu now your gonna have to deal with the vibrator for the rest of the car ride them” “Please no! i cant do that” Tzuyu began to whine at Nayeon basically begging at her. And she turned on the vibrator and within a few minutes Tzuyu was a mess; She was moaning and whining in Nayeon’s ear. “Shut up Tzuyu, Y/n is getting the same treatment as you right now and she’s quiet, why cant you do the same.

And the only reason why you were very quiet is because Momo literally forced you to be quiet or she will send a video of Sana fucking you to everyone and that wouldn’t end well for you since everyone would see how much of a whore and slut you are for your members. And thats that is the only reason why you are very quiet at the moment. The staff member came back in the car and began driving once again.

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[pynkgothicka]

Request: can you write where OC who is in the police force/ a detective and trying to catch the world notorious mafia king (no one knows what he looks like). OC found an injured jimin and helped him. Jimin became madly obsessed with oc, stalked oc and kidnapped oc and made oc his

Ｗｉｃｋｅｄ Ｇａｍｅｓ ＰＪＭ

Synopsis - Your a new detective who gets put on a rough case to solve a string of cocaine over doses.

Pairing - Yandere! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Toni Braxton, Jackson Wang (Begrudgingly.)

Tags and Warnings - Drug mentions, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Jimin being a little bit mean, sexual tones towards the end

Authors Note - I need to write more mob boss fics. Tis was fun.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your office was blistering cold as you stared at a huge file on your desk.

You were tasked with connecting and solving a string of cocaine related deaths. Your boss, the police chief Toni, had gave you the case hoping to give you experience with a big case rather than a little one for your first case under the detective title.

But the scenes you saw with this case haunted you. Slacked jaws and frothing mouths. All while the environments around them showed their hopeless situation. You felt bad for the men, probably all dealing with addiction.

You were shaken from your thoughts as the door opened, Toni handing in a weeks worth of lab data. “The lab work for the coke came back. All of the various samples provided were all of the same, and get this, were all stronger and more concentrated.”

“That would make sense, all these men who died we're big named in the crime world.” You added standing up, grabbing both badge and gun. “That would make all the deaths planned! I'm going out, doing one last swoop of some of the crime scenes. I think I'm looking past a bigger picture.”

“Well who do you think it is?"

“I don't know. But I think it's a power play thing. I just need to do investigate more! got this!” You said rushing out of your office, leaving a stunned Toni.

She began to look at your board, seeing towards the end of your board a blank face with the name Jimin written in red ink. He had no connection to the case, but you were considering him.

Toni took a deep breath before shaking her head. “This can't be good...God please protect her…”

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As you drove down to the first crime scene, you tried to clarify any leads as who it could possibly be. This has been your focus for the last week, and you had to prove your worth to Toni. It was a personal goal, but hopefully a goal that would be in good favor.

When you pulled into the first crime scene, the place was obviously a party house. The yard and peeking inside, were both messy. Jackson Wang's body was found here, a known crime boss and partier. This was probably one of his go to rental spaces for parties.

You walked past the yellow tape and glanced at the main room. It reeked of booze and death. The table that sat right in front of Jackson's deathbed was still messy as the night of his death. What's a better place to start looking again rather than here?

The table had split drinks, which were now sticky, all over it. But what caught your eye was a brown paper bag. Upon a closer examination, there was a small “P” written on the top. You rose a brow at that. Then you picked it up, looking inside to see more coke.

What drug dealer would mark their works at a and then leave it there once the area became a crime scene? Wouldn't they want to get rid of any connection to the death? More so why hadn't the police picked it up during their first sweep through? Toni was initially over this case, and she didn't seem to be the type to leave crucial evidence behind.

You slipped on a glove and picked up the brown paper bag, putting it into a small zip lock bag you'd brought. Maybe this would be the key to figuring out the cases? You’d just have to visit the other spots and see if the bag was there as well.

Upon your way out you heard a loud gutteral yell. You followed the sound seeing a dark haired man holding his abdomen. He hissed as he slid down the wall. His assailant hurried off, but you didn't have time to chase him up on close inspection of the injured man. Blood began to seep through his shirt.

“Holy shit! Sir, I…I'm going to bring you to the nearest hospital. Just hold onto me while I bring you to my car.” He gave you a small nod, almost as if he had a choice in the matter. You refused to let this man die.

You got down to his side, grabbing his arm to lift him up. You carried his body to the back seat of your car. He kept hissing and groaning, but you settled him down with a cold water bottle you had. “Keep this on or near the wound. It will slow down your blood flow so you don't lose as much.” You then quickly got in and cranked the engine, setting the car to drive.

🔍

Jimin laid in the hospital bed, eyes trained to his right, watching as you slept. The amount of love he held for you, reached no boundaries. Jimin knew he was obsessed, but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Once Jimin saw something he wanted, he had to have it.

Jimin had everything planned out.

The police station was already deep in his grasp majority of them being corrupt and self serving. Especially Toni.

Police Chief Toni Braxton was one of his ex’s. It was a relationship that ended months ago and something he didn't miss. However he knew for a fact she missed him.

All it took was hint the possibility of getting back together. And with that Toni almost immediately to fell into her place for his plan.

“Jimin, I still love you. I know I shouldn't but I do.” Toni told him. He knew if he visited her apartment, she would be all over him again. Which was correct, as she was already on his lap, and he hadn't been there not even 30 minutes.

“Oh baby, I'm willing to bring back what we had. I missed all this.” Jimins hand grasped at her ass hard, knowing she'd bruise. Toni let out a small gasp as Jimin continued. “I just need you to do a small favor for me.”

“Anything for you. You know that.”

“You know that new detective you promoted baby? I want her on my case.” Jimin said leaning into Toni's neck, leaving small hickies.

“Why?” She gasped out. Her hand went to his face, pushing his eyes to meet hers. She placed her forehead on his own, lips almost about to connect.

“You know I don't wanna get caught now? She won't be able to catch me, catch us. Just do it until I get things together, then we can have that life we always talked about.” And with that Jimin connected her lips, sealing his ask with a small hot and heavy makeout.

That marked down Toni, next he needed to play hurt. But he knew he couldn't just fake being seriously hurt. He'd already contacted the hospital about his plan, in hope that they'd receive a small extra shipment of what he has to offer.

So he got one of his guys to stab him in the alley by that dickhead Jackson's place. He knew you'd have to revisit as he made sure to leave some things missing from the initial crime scene. Once Jimin saw you, he waited a few minutes before whispering a small now for his man to stab him.

And it hurt.

It fucking felt like he'd been shot, but ten times worse. The stab wasn't deep but still.

But he was relieved as he saw your worried expression come into view.

All of that hard work led to now, him watching your slumbering face. You'd refused to leave his side upon arrival and he couldn't be more grateful for it. You had such a sweet heart. More so you couldn't see the game he was playing.

He was so rudely pulled from his gaze as Toni walked in, brown locs pulled into a pony tail. She took off her uniform seemingly to present herself to him. Her white button down had a few unbuttoned near the top and her pants hugged her curves just right.

It left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Jimin! I heard you were hurt.” She turned around looking at your passed out form in the chair. “She's still here?”

“Yeah. Why are you here Toni? The hospital doesn't play with visitors. They're allowing her to stay as mine right now.” He rambled on.

A lie.

But just maybe he could piss her off enough to where she could go on her own accord. But Toni only came closer hands resting on his shoulder.

“I know, I just worry about you. Shes begun to piece things together.” Toni kissed at his temple. “I just hope she doesn't end up getting hurt. I can't have you go to jail for murder now.”

Jimin shrugged Toni away. “Just not right now. I'm actually fucking hurting and all you can think about is her. Obsessed much?”

Hypocrite.

Toni took a step back before letting out a huff. “Fine. I'll text you later whenever your not being a asshole. Make sure my detective gets back safe.”

Jimin knew damn well he was going to do the exact opposite. In fact she was never going to see him nor you ever again. As soon as Toni walked through the door, she just about secured his and your future together.

“Don't worry baby, I got some men coming get us. It's going to be so nice. I'm happy your played along with all this. I love you.”

[zvdvdlvr]

Hi I just saw ur post about the sh comfort, could you write a sh comfort fic, a outsiders one please, could you do Johnny hcs pleases and can you make the reader gn please

johnny seeing your SH scars ( thighs, wrists )

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐!𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

{🧡}

looking back, johnny felt bad that he didn't push sooner

he only found out that one day at the Curtis's when you were in the bathroom and were pulling on a tank top to put a long sleeve shirt over that

johnny didnt knock, no one knocked.

when you jumped to face the intruder, johnny looked down to give you your modesty, put his eyes locked on the jagged lines criss crossing on your thighs

he looked up slowly, your paused movements giving him view to the faint scars on your wrist

swallowing, johnny turned on his heel and left, making sure to close the door when he left

he didn't avoid you; you were both dating and practically lived at the same house

however, he avoided the confrontation for fear of irritating you

you pulled him away from the group while darry and soda tossed the football around, two-bit occasionally jumping in to intercept the ball cleanly and take off in a sprint

"hey" you "hi :p" johnny

you asked him if he told anyone, and he gave you a questioning look

"my scars, johnnyboy. did you... tell anyone?"

he shrugs. "did you want me to?"

you almost cried tbh

you smile at him shyly. "do you want me to explain it? why aren't you asking me questions?" through your happines, there was confusion

the few people that had seen normally asked a lot of questions

but

you almost... wanted him to know

was it because you were dating? who knows!

"later? we can go pick up sodas and go hang out at the park?" johnny

you agreed, happy that he wasn't interrogating you, but not brushing you off

later, you both walked down to the park, drinks in hand

you explained (albeit shakily) why you made yourself bleed., and johnny listened

at some point, he shifted his coke to his other hand so he could link pinkies with you bc you sounded sad </////3333333

screaming and crying i need a johnny

after that night, johnny glances at you with A Look ™️, questioning if you had Done Anything

you shook your head; he was helping you forget that habit and

if you were still self harming (cutting), johnny would always clean your cuts and bandage them up without saying anything

your own battles are always the worst

and he knows that

but a whispered "i'm here" from him always makes you tear up

your beyond disappointed at yourself for possibly disappointing johnny and feeling upset that he would waste his time with you

HOWEVER

he absolutely DOES NOT think that :')

he's secretly in love with you!

anyhow,

if/when you finally stop turning to that to take out your emotions, (when ur snuggling or in private) johnny rubs his thumbs over your scars

one time, he whispered "you're so strong"

you were asleep (or were you?😏) so you didnt answer

if you decided to wear a short sleeve or let your scars show, johnny would never leave your side: he gets a lot of looks because of the marred skin on his face

darry sat you down, though, as the mother that he is

it was a simple "you don't need to do that anymore, we're always here for you, you're part of the gang" speech

it was touching, but funny

dally had to be held back whenever someone pointed or laughed or made a comment about your wrists

most likely by two, darry, and soda

mans strong when infuriated

mans hot af

WHOA WHO SAID THAT

if you do the shmexy time when ur older,

ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART.

kisses your scars, takes time to trace them with a light fingertip

he's so proud of how far you've come <3

sobbing i love him

if you were comfortable with it obviously,

if you had a pattern like # that, two would probably play tic tac toe with you i dont make the rules i dont wanna offend anyone

you were startled at first at how he looked up at you, holding the marker out to you

but now it your thing

johnny laughs whenever you beat two (which is always 50/50)

will edit later,

sorry if this is bad <3

[oatmilk-vampire]

Off My Mind || Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie Munson x gn!ex!Reader

(Read part 2 here)

Summary: Eddie and his ex agree to meet up to talk over their relationship, but instead of getting back together as they originally intended, things get worse. Mostly Eddie POV.

Inspired by one of my favorite songs Off My Mind by Joe P. Give it a listen!

Word count: 1.2k of angst. Just angst.

TW: suicidal thoughts/ideation. Please DO NOT READ if this could be triggering for you.

A/n at end.

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You and Eddie “went on a break” six months ago.

It was just supposed to be a few days, but soon one weekend turned into a week, and that week into a month, and now here you both are. You had finally reached out, asked him to meet you at the Hideaway to discuss your relationship.

This was meant to happen months ago, but it hadn’t and Eddie knew why. He knew you were going to end things for good instead of keeping him in relationship limbo. Not dating, not yet broken up. But he knew better. He knew it was over the day you walked out. You were just coming to clear your conscience, to smash his already broken heart.

You were just as gorgeous as the day you left. He used to call you his Angel, but now he knew better. Still, you were no devil; but he now had confirmation as to what you really were: an angel of death.

You had been there long before him if the empty glass on the table was any indication.

Instinctively he almost ran to you, wrapping you up in his arms, but then he remembered the nature of this visit and kept his hands to himself sitting across from you when in the past he had only ever sat on the same side.

“Eddie,” your voice wobbles but is still sweet as honey. “Thank you for meeting me. How are you?”

How is he? How is he, really? Well let’s start. He never went back to Hawkins after he recovered and you left. What was the point? If his lack of a high school diploma was really holding him back that much he would just get a GED, but he hadn’t done that yet and he knows he never will.

You fiddle with your damp napkin, ripping the corner off before setting it down.

“I’m going to go get another drink. You want anything?”

You didn’t even wait for his response to your first question, why would he think you’d bother waiting to hear his response to your second one?

But to his surprise you did. You stood there, staring at him, small smile on your lips only to be kind.

“Vodka soda.”

“Okay, be right back.”

While you go get another drink he thinks of ways to tell you he’s fine.

He would never tell you, but he pregamed before coming here. That’s why he’s so late. He drank more than he should have considering he drove himself. What’s one more vodka soda? Maybe then you’ll never even know that he’s lying.

He’s thinking about how you never said goodbye. You hadn’t, neither of you did. Goodbye meant you weren’t seeing each other again.

“Sorry about the wait.”

“‘T’s fine.” You don’t miss the way he slurs before he’s even taken a sip of the drink you’ve just bought him.

“How are you, Eddie? I’ve missed talking to you.”

“Got myself another lover.” He blurts out without considering how it’ll hurt you, or maybe he does. It's a lie anyway. He hadn't even wanted to touch his own body after you left, why would he let some random person?

“Oh. You do? That’s nice, I’m happy for you.” You on the other hand are not lying. You are happy for him. But that doesn’t stop your heart only being held together by a small thing called hope just irreplaceably shattered.

“God, I love her, I’ll never stop.”

“I’m happy for you.” You repeat, a tight smile on your face as you blink back the tears.

“Take her out and drive around and show her all of our favorite spots.”

“Eddie,” you begin but he cuts you off.

“I used to sit and cry. I felt like I could die.” His voice is so cold it sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t want your drink anymore, even if it was just a coke.

His eyes find yours over the rim of his glass just before he gulps it down.

“But now you’re off my mind.”

You left him pretty soon after that and despite his slowed movements and long-gone inhibitions he realized he fucked up. He just let you walk away from him for the second time.

You were supposed to be better by the summer, at least. You began having your problems in spring. The two of you chalked it up to the horrible strain fighting Vecna put on you, but you had every intention to have your relationship repaired by summertime. But summertime came and you were long gone.

Eddie doesn’t even blame you anymore, not that he ever really did before. He knows you deserve better. After all, you’re an angel and angels need to spread their wings.

Despite the hole he found himself growing darker the longer you two were apart, tonight’s the first time he’s actually considered it. It seems like a cliche, an outdated option, and yet he has every intention of drawing himself a bath when he gets home and making toast in the tub while still wearing all of his clothes. It’ll be the last outfit you ever see him in. Unless you come to his funeral, but he’s pretty sure Uncle Wayne will put him in some stupid suit, or have a closed casket depending on how fried out his hair looks. He doubts you’ll even come.

But the thought of tears pricking your eyes as you sob over his coffin makes him second think his plan. Despite his swirling mix of emotions he has never wanted to hurt you, he still doesn’t.

He drives home, knowing Uncle Wayne isn’t home tonight. Eddie had told him he planned on meeting with you so he cleared out, fully anticipating you’d be joining Eddie back home. Eddie didn’t have the heart to tell his uncle he hadn’t worked out that way, that he really lost you for good now and it was all his fault. Uncle Wayne would learn soon enough when he found his remains the next day, though.

He doesn’t even remember making it into the Munson trailer, let alone remembering if he had locked it back up after he’d entered. He wasn’t worried about it, though. What would anyone steal? Everything of any value was already gone.

He makes his bath, trying to decide if he deserves to burn in as much scorching water as the shitty plumbing allows or if he should freeze. In the end he decided on the cold side of the faucet, it would take less time.

The small tub is just about filled by the time he returns with their toaster. He only feels guilty when he realizes Uncle Wayne won’t be able to make toast in the morning anymore.

He plugs it in, thankful their bathroom is so small that the outlet really is placed haphazardly close to the tub. There wouldn’t be any issue with him reaching over and knocking it in.

He settles into the freezing tub, his wet clothes clinging to his body make him feel so much colder and weighed down. He watches as water sloshes over the side thanks to his bodyweight.

Usually he’d consider smoking before to take the edge off but he was already feeling much more relaxed.

Because now you’re off his mind.

~~~

Author note: I had a different, slightly less angsty more whump/happier ending in mind and luckily it'll still work if you guys want this to become a two-shot? (:

This isn't much but it was on my mind (ha) and I needed to get it out in order to focus on my other WIPs. I wrote this in one sitting.

I have never written a Y/N or Reader fic before, but currently have 4 more gender-neutral ones in the works with much happier endings.

Thank you for reading <3

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

You again?!

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v, oral sex, fingering, self-indulgent filth.

A/N: This is set when they go back to get the rest of the money. It's something about Benny I cannot stop writing for this man.

Summary: You keep running into the guy you had sex with in an airport bathroom.

Word Count: 4k

Of all the trips you’ve taken it has been with a friend group or family, this would be the first time you venture off on your own. You always wanted to visit Colombia. The forests were so beautiful and you heard the nightlife wasn’t so bad either. 

Making your way through the airport without anyone else to help guide you was nerve wracking but once you calmed down you realized you could ask any of the employees. Even though you were traveling to one of the hottest countries, you still opted to wear leggings and a hoodie. 

You realized soon enough that maybe you had left a little too early since the lines for TSA were quick. Sitting at your terminal with at least 2 hours until you board and nothing to do you grab your backpack and look around. Upon looking at the sign that shows where which terminals are you see they have a bar not too far away. 

You grab a seat up at the bar and place your bag behind you, looking around you see a few other lone travelers and one group of men. Once you put in your order with the bartender you feel someone sit next to you, despite the various empty seats farther away. You sneak a glance at him through the mirror only to find him staring at you already. You grimace as you turn and hide your face in your hair. He was one of the guys from that group. 

When the bartender places your long island iced in front of you, quickly grab it. The stranger says something but you weren’t paying attention so you ask him to repeat it. 

“I asked if you know there’s no iced tea in that. It’s only like tequila, rum, gin, triple sec, vodka, and coke.” His southern drawl makes up for his awkward icebreaker.

“Good I hate iced tea.” You tell him with a scrunch in your face.

You see the fake mortification on his face after you insult the most beloved drink of the south. He even puts his hands on his heart like you gave him a heart attack. “Not from the south then?”

“No I am, I just hate that drink with a passion.” You fully turn your head to look at him, liking what you see. He has sandy blonde hair that’s covered by an army green hat. His eyes were like an ocean blue that you could stare at all day, he even had that dangerous southern charm. His skin even has a slight tan that makes his eyes pop even more. 

“I’m Benny,” he gives you a once over while waiting for you to tell him your name. You wonder if he likes what he sees.

After telling him your name you feel warmth spread through your body from the drink you’ve been nursing. You move to take off your hoodie, leaving you in a tank top. You remember your decision to forgo a bra when you catch Benny’s eyes drifting to your chest. Once he’s done with his assessment, his eyes travel back to you realizing he’s been caught.

You watch his face redden before he addresses it. “I’m… It’s not-”

Your giggle cuts off his nervous rant. “It’s ok. I don’t mind Benny,” you maintain eye contact with him while finishing your drink. You go to get the bartender’s attention before Benny interjects.

“You want another one? Let me take care of it.” Before you could even pretend to object he’s already ordered for you. When he turns back towards you there’s barely any space between you two, causing you to wonder when you two got so close. Not that you’re complaining.

With the alcohol loosening you up you place a hand on his shoulder before bringing your lips to the shell of his ear. “What do you want Benny?” 

You see from the way his back constricts that his breath quickens from your seemingly innocent question. “That depends entirely on you darling.” You face him again as you feel his hand on your thigh, inching its way higher. His hand taking up so much space makes you clench around nothing. There’s a temporary pause when the bartender sets your second drink down. 

You sip on it, eyeing Benny. “Men’s or Women’s restroom?”

He smirks at you before placing his mouth at your ear to whisper, “Family restroom, amatuer.”

You feel an involuntary shiver go down your spine. Placing the half empty drink on the counter you take Benny’s offered hand as he helps you off the stool. While you grab your bag Benny pays the tab before taking your hand in his, easily swallowing it.

You two walk through the airport under the guise of being a couple when really the both of you are like horny teenagers. Upon finding the family restroom you both check the coast before going in, Benny obviously letting you go first. After finding a hook to hang your bag you feel him behind you. His mouth ghosts over your neck, hands finding their way to your hips, and his hard length pulsing on your ass. 

He turns you around only to capture your lips in a messy kiss. You taste the whiskey he was drinking on his lips making you want more. With your hands flat on his chest you snake your tongue into his mouth, making him grip your hips harder and bringing your body closer to his. His thigh sat right in between your legs, allowing you to rock your hips against him. The soft fabric of your leggings coupled with his rough denim catching your clit had you reeling from pleasure. 

Soon enough you're moaning into Benny’s mouth, wetness pooling in your underwear. If you were thinking clearly you’d worry about it leaking onto your leggings. Benny’s hands stall your hips from grinding into his thigh further, causing a childish whine to leave your mouth. He won't leave you wanting for long when his hand dips into your underwear. He takes his time rubbing his fingers over your entrance, wetting them before slowly circling your clit. It’s sweet torture.

“All this for me?” Benny looks at you for an answer as if he didn’t already know. Still you oblige him by nodding your head and gazing in his eyes. You must have done something right because he finally takes two fingers and plunges them into your entrance. You cry out begging him for more, and he begins pumping them in and out of you while watching your hips rock into his fingers. He gently curls them inside you looking for that spongy spot, with a sharp jerk of your hips he knows he’s got it. 

He takes your mouth again but this time he’s holding your jaw. You tilt your head to give your tongue more room. As Benny keeps curling his fingers over your sweet spot you continuously moan into his mouth. A knot tightens in your lower stomach, getting tighter and tighter until you feel yourself clench down on his fingers. Your mouth opens in a silent cry and your hand digs into Benny’s biceps.

“That’s it cum all over my fingers baby.” Your head slumps against his chest while you regain enough strength to hold yourself up. You feel Benny remove his hands from your panties and you look up to find him sucking on them. Removing one hand from his bicep you move it down his body, cupping his prominent bulge. You hear his low groan while he rocks his hips into your hand. 

“Shit baby turn around.” As you follow his instructions you hear him unbuckle his pants and his zipper. You sneak a peek behind you only to see him stroking the thickest cock you’ve ever seen. His hand barely wraps around it fully. You pull down your leggings and panties, the latter almost sticking to you. Benny grabs your ass cheeks and spreads them wanting a full look at you.

Once he’s satisfied you feel him nudging your entrance, teasing you. Not being able to handle it you push back on him making him grab your hips. You feel a palm come down on your right cheek before he mumbles about you needing to be patient. The contact makes you jolt in excitement. Benny finally puts you out of your misery when he slowly rocks into you, wanting you to become comfortable with the stretch. 

Even though it’s a tight fit you love how you could feel him no matter how much or how little he moved. When he feels how you’re clenching around him he knows you’re ready. He places one hand on your shoulder and the other digging into your hip while he angles his hip into you. Feeling him fill you up fully causes your fists to ball up against the wall, your breathing turns into quick pants. 

Benny gets lost in the lust filled haze your cunt is giving him, the way you wrap around him is intoxicating. He hasn’t felt this way since he was a teenager, his ball clenching up letting him know that he’s close. He surprises you by sliding his hand down to circle your clit while he fucks into you deeply. 

The tension in your lower stomach builds quickly, the feeling bordering on overstimulation. It all comes to a head with a particular rough thrust that has you gushing all over Benny. The way you clench down on him has him cumming and putting his hand on the wall for support, right next to yours. The air in his lungs feels suspended as he basks in the afterglow of sex.

“I would beg for round two but my flight leaves soon.” Benny breathes out next to the shell of your ear. He pulls out of you leaving an empty feeling and a cold breeze. 

“Mine too.” You rasp before reaching in your bag to grab baby wipes to clean yourself up. You offer one to Benny after you’ve pulled up your pants, he thanks you with a forehead kiss. Heat fills your face and you turn to make sure you have all your things. 

The both of you bid each other a goodbye kiss outside the bathroom, you think that maybe you should’ve got his number. After separating you decide to buy some food to bring on the plane since you were starving. By the time you make it back to your terminal they’re boarding but your group hasn’t been called yet. 

By the time you make it on the plane you carefully search for your seat number. Once you find it you're stunned to find Benny is in the window seat next to you. The man in the aisle seat looks up at you with a smirk, you recognize him as one of the guys that was sitting at the table with Benny. His salt and pepper curls really emphasize his beauty, but that means nothing with that stupid shit-eating grin on his face. 

Benny is occupied with his face looking out of the window like a puppy dog so you slip in to get to your seat, hoping he won’t recognize you. The asshole next to you giggles at your misfortune, you glare at him causing him to turn in his seat. Still laughing. 

The jig is up when Benny’s thick thighs spread and nudge your leg, he whips his head down to apologize only to find you. While you stare straight ahead with your lips tucked into your mouth Benny looks at you in disbelief. He nudges you with his shoulder and gives you a panty dropping smile that has your thighs clenching. 

“You know I was really regretting not getting your number, I thought you might think I was a slut or something.” You laugh at his omission and the awkwardness that was previous there dissipates as you two look at each other. 

You begin eating your food and offer to share with Benny since you don’t finish it all. He inhales all of it and licks his fingers, flashbacks to him sucking his fingers after he made you cum have you staring heatedly at him. When you finally do meet his gaze he looks at you with understanding.

“About that round two,” you let your sentence trail off knowing he’ll catch on. 

“We haven’t even taken off yet baby,” his lips barely touched the shell of your ear. “But when the seatbelt sign goes off make sure you're ready.” He puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. 

You and Benny spend the first hour learning more about each other, everything from your favorite colors to the reason why you’re going to Colombia. The seatbelt sign had turned off 30 minutes ago but neither of you paid any mind. Anyone who didn’t know you would think the both of you were dating, between the intimate touches and the hushed whispers. Neither of you were complaining, it seems you both wanted to bask in the made up reality.

When the flight attendants come down the aisle with their drink carts, you are relieved since you’ve been craving a sprite. The guy in the aisle seat who you’ve come to find out is named Santiago puts in his order first, you go to put in yours when she turns back only to have her ignore you in favor of Benny. 

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked what you want since he’s not that thirsty. She hands him the sprite you wanted and he passes it to you while the biscuits are passed down. Before she leaves she makes sure to ask if that's all he needs, you keep your head down while sipping your sprite unsure of what to do. Benny tells her he’s all set before setting his sights back on you, and that hand rubs the inside of your thigh again. 

You finish your sprite in record time while waiting for the attendants to come collect the trash. “Meet me in the bathroom.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get up to head to the bathroom without waiting for a response. You’re only in the bathroom only a few seconds before you hear a playful knock on the door, you stare at Benny in disbelief.

“You couldn’t wait a little longer? Now everyone’s gonna know.” You scold him before pulling him into the tight space. 

“You realize there’s two restrooms back here right,” you roll your eyes at his response but smile when he pulls you closer by your waist. “Besides, I wanted to get you alone in the bathroom again.” He nudges his nose in your neck 

“That's not the point Benny,” still focusing on him basically trailing after you. 

“I can’t even bend you over in here.” He sighs into your neck as his lips leave tender kisses.

“You won’t need to.” Before he can question what you mean you’re already on your knees in front of him. Your hands running up and down his thighs before cupping his growing bulge. When you lock eyes with him it’s easy to see the effect you have on him. 

Your hands have a mind of their own unbuckling his belt and zipper letting it fall to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. Maintaining eye contact you press a kiss to his clothed cock, you feel it jolt underneath your lips. Benny’s hands grip the sink hard enough to turn his knuckles white, you haven’t even put him in your mouth yet.

Finally you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out, staring you right in the face. You lick a stripe from his balls all the way to his leaky pink tip. You taste the saltiness of pre-cum and suck his tip into your mouth. Benny takes a sharp inhale as you swirl your tongue around and under his tip. Slowly working your way down his thick shaft you bring your hand up to play with his heavy balls. Benny’s hips jerk at the sensation making you take more of him in your mouth. With you bobbing your head up and down on his length he can’t help the moan that slips out of his mouth. Just hearing him lose control like that makes you moan while bobbing your head faster. 

Benny is entranced by the way your warm mouth wraps around him, your saliva making you glide all over him. His chest heaves feeling like there was limited air, or maybe you were just sucking it out of him. Literally. He balls one fist and bites it to keep from exposing you two while the other snakes its way onto the back of your head. 

“Shit baby I’m close,” he warns you thinking you’ll want him to finish elsewhere. But it seems to have the opposite effect, now you were hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him. Benny can’t control the way his hips jerk towards your mouth, wanting everything you can give him.

He twitches in your mouth and you know it’s only a matter of time. As you wrap both arms around the back of his thighs taking him deeper, you nuzzle your nose in his light brown pubic hair. At the same time Benny lets out a loud groan, you feel his warm cum shoot into your throat. You stay there hollowing your cheek until Benny has to pull you off himself. He helps you get onto your feet before he pulls you into a messy kiss. His hands are in your hair breathing you into him like you’re oxygen. 

When he pulls away you feel a bit dizzy but give him a lazy grin. You turn to walk out of the bathroom but Benny snakes an arm around your front preventing you from leaving. “Uh uh I wanna smell you on my face later.” 

Which is exactly how you found yourself on the cramped sink with one ass cheek in and Benny’s face in between your thighs. Your discomfort was overpowered by his tongue flicking your g-spot over and over. His nose even brushed up against your clit in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were sure if anybody was outside the door they would hear your indiscretions, but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when Benny was groaning into your pussy like he was feeling the same things you were. 

The vibrations of him groaning sent you into your orgasm at lightning speed, stomach clenched and eyebrow scrunched from the tightness in your body. You bite the sleeve of your hoodie to keep from screaming and really disrupting the plane. Benny continues his ministrations like you didn’t just cream all over his face it’s like deja vu except this time you're pulling him off of you. Looking down at his face you see it glisten in the shitty bathroom lighting, all because of you.

Benny stands at his full height and ushers you off the barely there counter. While wiping down you catch a glimpse of the indent from the sink on one ass cheek, Benny notices you staring and laughs when he sees. 

“It’s not funny Benny.” Even though you try to school your features you laugh too. You check yourself in the mirror one last time, making sure you’re semi-decent. Once you approve you turn around to open the door and step out, except the flight attendant that was interested in Benny is staring back at you. Your eyes widen and you realize you're blocking the door when Benny’s hand comes down to smack your ass, and grab it. 

“Don’t tell me you want me again? Jesus woman you’re insatiable.” As Benny finally steps out he smirks down at you before seeing why you were blocking the door. Not knowing what to do you hot tail it back to your seat, that asshole Santiago smirking at you. 

By the time you’re strapped in Benny makes his way into the row thanking you for leaving him high and dry. All you can do is smile and give him a nonchalant sorry. He ignores you and pulls up the divider between you two before pulling you into him. You didn't even know how tired you were until resting your head under his shoulder.

………..

By the time you and Benny woke up the pilots were pulling into the gate. He and his friends walked with you to baggage claim but it was mostly Benny at your side. He insisted on getting your bag for you and making sure you got a cab. 

You didn’t argue. After pointing out your bag he carries it while the guys wait for theirs. Benny looks at you without saying anything, your mind races at what could be going through his head. But it comes to a halt when he asks, "Do you think I could get your number?"

“What you wanna meet up again while we’re here?” You joke before pulling out your phone to exchange numbers.

“No- well yes but I want to take you out when we get back to the states.” He admits sheepishly.

“If you would like to go out with me.”

You give him the goofiest smile before responding, “Yeah I’d like that.” with the two of you grinning like idiots Santiago, Frankie, and even Will look away at the nauseatingly cute display you guys got going on. They’ll get on him later.

Before Benny sends you off in a taxi he leans down close to your ear. “You’re gonna let me know when you reach your hotel right baby?” His low voice makes you want to drag him in the car with you. 

“Yes Benny.” You playfully roll your eyes and he grabs under your chin to give you one more kiss. Once he’s satisfied he opens the door for you to get in, but not without slapping your ass one last time. He even gave the driver money for the fare and before you could protest he closed the door waving you off. 

……….

On the way to the airport you think of all the fun you had on this trip, you even have a hot date waiting when you get back. Making your way through TSA you feel a bit sad to leave but you had a great time. You even scored some cute trinkets you can give to your friends. This was a great trip however you gotta thank Benny for starting it off so well.

Benny and the guys got the rest of the money without a hitch, now able to live their lives somewhat stress-free. Frankie and Will were especially happy to be able to do their own thing. As Benny boards the plane he thinks about how excited he is for the date you guys have set up, he had to stop talking about it since the guys got tired of listening. Doesn’t mean it didn’t run through his mind 24/7, or you for that matter.

Once he finds his seat number he does a double take, you’re already sitting down in the middle seat. He’s never moved so fast in his life to take the aisle seat, you almost get whiplash from seeing Benny next to you. Again. Santiago sees the two of you sitting together again and immediately wants to get another flight. It was funny the first time but he knows this time will be worse.

“Fuck no, one of you is switching with me this time.” He turns to look at Frankie and Will who look around as if they didn’t hear him, so he takes one of their seats in the row behind you and Benny. 

Will is ultimately the one stuck with you two this time. On the bright side, neither of you needs a ‘bathroom break’, but the nonstop talking and cuddling have him ordering headphones and an eye mask from the flight attendant. 

[ohblahdo]

On the subject of John's comfort with his own sexuality, there were a couple of bits from Albert Goldman's biography that stuck out to me. I don't take that book super seriously: he obviously had an axe to grind and made no attempt to offer a balanced portrait of John, and I thought all of his own analysis was terrible. But when he quotes directly from named sources, I assume those quotes are no more or less reliable than they would be in any other biography (ie, take everything with a grain of salt and according to the credibility of the person speaking).

TLDR: John is described as running around in '73 getting drunk, kissing men, then freaking out in violent/homophobic ways.

Here's a story from May Pang, describing an incident during the recording of Rock 'n' Roll in 1973:

The violence that had been building inside John Lennon all night came bursting out the moment he left the studio. It struck so fast and unexpectedly that it stunned May Pang. She recalled that John was walking unsteadily toward the parking lot when suddenly he cast a drunken look over his shoulder at Jesse Ed Davis. Running over to him, Lennon gave Jesse Ed a passionate kiss on the mouth. Not to be outdone, Jesse Ed grabbed John and kissed him back. Lennon screamed, “F****t!” — and knocked Jesse flat on his ass. (p.564 - asterisks mine)

And a direct quote from Jesse Ed Davis about a different night:

Finally, we came back downstairs, and there was nothing left to break but this big marble ashtray. We threw it and couldn’t break it. All this time we continued to drink and snort a little coke. When we realized there was nothing left to break, we said, “Let’s wrestle!”

We started rolling around on the floor. When you’re that drunk, things turn serious quickly. It turned into a full-on fight. John was incredibly strong! He got me in some kind of a hold behind my back that I could not get out of, like a full nelson. And he started to kiss me on the mouth! He was laughin’ and kissin’ me on the mouth. I was strugglin’ to git away and I couldn’t git away. Then he stuck his tongue in my mouth. God! So I bit him. Bit him on the tongue. That pissed him off. So he grabbed the marble ashtray that we couldn’t break and banged me on the head. Knocked me cold. (p. 576-577)

Davis died of an overdose the same year the book came out (1988), so he wasn't around in the 90s or 2000s to clarify or expand on any of that, but the impression I get from these stories is that a) John was attracted to this guy, and b) John was still uncomfortable with that and didn't know how to express it in a healthy, non-violent way. I know a year later, John was palling around with Elton, but being comfortable with gay friends is different from being comfortable with your own non-heterosexuality, and it just seems like John was a lot messier and more conflicted in that area than people sometimes assume.

[calkale]

slimav headcannons? 💞🧸

Anon babe this has been cooking all morning i hope you’re prepared

I feel like i should add like a timeline to this cause its kinda everywhere and im ignoring some of the canon stuff mav did between 86 and tgm, in my head he became a test pilot in like 2006? and thats basically the only thing he does so he can be with slider more and thats around the time ice stopped flying so also when slider became an airline pilot. idk when slider retired or if he even did yet but after mav flew the tgm mission he retired but he does still fly his p51 in airshows and if the navy needs him hes still a civilian test pilot

-They workout together and have a joint playlist (they share headphones idk how it works), mav wears little shorts and big shirts or tank tops and slider wears sweats and tank tops usually. They did matching outfits once and every time they looked at each other they started giggling so they never did it again (on purpose that is)

-mav loves being so small compared to slider, when they hug it makes him feel protected

-after goose died mav didnt really have anyone to talk to (this is before him and slider got together), he couldnt go to carole, he did go to ice a few times but slider became his person, mav grew a lot closer to both of them and they helped him a lot the first few weeks after he lost goose, they were friends for a year or more after this happened and eventually they got together

-mav buys slider flowers, tulips are his favourite

-Slider has a lifted truck (1979 ford f150, red with a white stripe on the side) and he has no running boards/step to fuck with mav (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYAhdg7R/)

-slider has ever single bruce springsteen cd in his truck, he keeps them all in a cd book because some of them are signed and he doesnt wanna keep the signed ones in the truck (there's also not enough room to keep ALL the cds in there in their individual cases)

-slider wanted to be an a10 pilot. He was best friends with ice growing up and decided to give up his dream of joining the air force so he could be with ice in the navy, he never told ice this, ice knew slider would've preferred the air force and wanted to be a pilot but he didn't know it was his dream. Mav is one of the few people slider shared this with

-slider leaves the navy once ice stops flying and he becomes an airline pilot, he doesnt work a whole lot so he can spend more time with mav but he loves being an airline pilot

-they got married on a beach in hawaii, at first they didnt know if they wanted to get married (and before 2011 they couldnt), slider had the ring for a year before finally deciding to propose to mav in early 2013 and they got married on valentines day in 2014. it was a small wedding and they both wore all white suits. this is the vibe of the reception: (https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVjzuUg9y-/?igshid=MDM4ZDc5MmU=)

-slider grows a mini mullet after leaving the navy, mav loves to play with his hair, its super soft and curly and he loves running his hands through it

-slider is the little spoon almost always, mav cuddles up to his back like a koala

-slider made fun of goose for wearing hawaiian shirts all the time but after leaving the navy he starts wearing them too (theyre not super vibrant and over the top, he wears a lot of muted or just pastel colours) and mav makes fun of him for it (he thinks its cute)

-slider calls mav babygirl and it makes mav blush SO HARD

-they have a HUGE bed, it was one thing they both agreed on when picking furniture for their house, they needed a big bed because sliders huge and mav sleeps like a starfish half the time

-theyre both morning people but mav is more of a morning person, slider likes to sleep in a little while mav makes him breakfast, after they eat they’ll sit on the deck in the backyard and drink their coffee

-slider took a bartending class and he makes fruity cocktails for mav, every time they go out mav gets a beer or a jack n coke because hes shy, he does love both of those but he also likes “girly drinks” on occasion. Sliders favourite drink is a margarita

-they love going on a hikes together, slider brings a bunch of snacks for mav because mav doesnt like carrying a bag

-idk where their house is but its in a medium sized town/small city? close to mavs hangar, its a medium sized house with a big yard and an in ground pool (that was the one thing slider wanted when they decided to buy a house together), the vibe of their house is similar to their wedding, a lot of colours and they have a lot of plants and flowers. its a two bedroom two bathroom house, the second floor is where the guest bedroom and bathroom are as well as a storage room, their bedroom and bathroom, kitchen and living room are all on the first floor. they have pictures everywhere and looking around their house you can tell exactly what kind of people they are and what they like, it feels like a home.

-slider comes to the hangar a lot and he’ll just hang out on the couch while mav does his thing, sometimes he helps out or works on his truck but he prefers to just watch mav

-slider picks mav up SO MUCH, he’ll throw him over his shoulder, carry him bridal style, give him a piggyback ride

-they build model planes together, they’re both loser plane nerds (so am i, im allowed to say that). Mav gets slider an a10 model for his birthday every year and watches him put it together. they keep their model planes all over the house, some of them are hanging from the ceiling too (slider hung them because mav almost fell off the ladder)

-they have so many little jokes with each other, when they’re out in public they’ll see something that relates to one of them and point it out to each other and they’ll both start laughing and get weird looks from everyone around them

-when slider becomes an airline pilot mav bakes him cookies to take with him, slider would hand them out to the crew on the plane and thats how he want from “big scary navy guy” to an absolute sweetheart, everyone loves him and compliment mavs baking

(im riled up about this rn so im adding my headcanons for their body types too)

when slider was in the navy he was bigger than most of the people there, he had a lot of muscle and not a lot of fat, when he left he did keep up his workout routine and he started eating better because he had more access to food, hes still mostly muscle now but he has a healthy layer of fat on him too.

When mav was younger his mom was a great cook, he loved to help her in the kitchen but after his dad died she just stopped, she barley ate, she did make stuff for mav but never let him help and she didnt make it with love like she would before, she wasnt happy. After she died and when mav was going from foster home to foster home he never had something stable, he had a weird relationship with food, it wasnt bad necessarily, he didnt not like eating, a lot of the time he had to make food for himself but it just wasnt as good as it could be. While in the navy he was average i guess? he had muscle but it wasnt super defined and he wasnt the biggest fan of cardio when he first joined so he did have a little fat. (while being a test pilot you have to be like better than in perfect shape but im ignoring that) he has more muscle than he did before but now that hes not flying in action as much he has more time to get back into cooking and he loves it, it feels like when he was cooking with his mom again and it has a lot to do with slider, slider loves him and he loves the food he makes, mav definitely has a little tummy now and slider loves how soft he is, theyre both still in great shape now, they love working out and being active (in many ways 👀)

also adding nsfw stuff under the cut

-Nsfw-

-mav usually bottoms but they do switch, mav loves watching slider get all worked up because of him, sliders so big and scary to most people and mav loves to take him apart and see slider begging for more underneath him (or on top👀)

-they both LOVE the size difference, it doesnt matter how long theyve been together the way slider towers over mav always gets them both so horny

-mav loves being praised, they both love soft, loving sex and just being sweet with each other, slider will take his time to kiss mavs entire body and mavs adores it

-BUT they love rough and fast sex just as much, mav can be such a brat and slider knows exactly how to put him in his place, he’ll pull his dog tags or his hair

-slider calls mav so many pet names, baby, babygirl, princess, sweetheart, and so on

-sliders dick is definitely long and distinguished (and thick), mavs is a little smaller than average but hes not insecure about it

-they’ve had threesomes with ice many times, ice and slider used to “help each other out” while they were at sea and when slider told mav that he asked if he could watch them sometime. The first time ice fucked slider while mav watched, the next time ice fucked mav and slider fucked mav after. One time for mavs birthday they both fucked him at the same time

-slider loves to feed mav, he gets him chocolate covered strawberries (mavs favourite) and he’ll feed them to mav while he rides him slowly. At their wedding they decided mav would feed slider cake because mav didnt know if he could be normal with slider feeding him cake, they did save a piece for later tho ;)

-mav loves wearing lingerie, he likes being feminized and this took it to a whole other level, slider loves it just as much if not more. The first time mav wore a set he was so shy and cute it made slider lose his mind

-They fucked on a beach during their honeymoon many times, the first time they only had a towel and they got sand everywhere, the next time they brought a blanket

-mav loves sliders hands, he loves when slider grabs his waist because his hands wrap all the way around him

[elfwitchtrickster]

Maverick x reader Part 2

Part 1:

Part 2:

Rooster tries to help you get Maverick

_______________________________

🕚2 months later 🕟

"You know sitting here and staring at him isn't gonna make him like you" Rooster said, following your gaze that was fixed upon a certain auburn-haired captain. "Talking to him isn't gonna help either" Y/N grumbled. "It will, just try" Rooster said but Y/N brushed him off.

"You know sitting here and staring at him isn't gonna make him like you" Rooster said, following your gaze that was fixed upon a certain auburn-haired captain. "Talking to him isn't gonna help either" Y/N grumbled. "It will, just try" Rooster said but Y/N brushed him off.

"Plus you know what happens every time I try to talk to him" she whined. "I stutter and mumble and my voice gets really high and" she groaned not bothering to finish. "What if I talk you up to him then?" Bradley asked taking a sip of his drink. "Won't that just make him think I'm a nervous weirdo" she asked.

"No, Maverick loves feeling confident, and I'm sure he'd love to know he can still pull a woman, after 60-" he was cut off when you elbowed him in the stomach. "My point is, he's not gonna think you're a weirdo, he thinks you're super smart actually" he said and Y/N's grew wide.

"Really?" She asked and Bradley nodded. "Yeah, you know that stunt you pulled the other day when we were practicing dog fighting, Mav was super impressed, said he wouldn't even have thought to use it himself" Rooster said, oblivious to Y/N's jaw dropping.

"Maverick was impressed by me?" She asked, unnaturally shrill. She pressed a hand to her throat, cheeks tinted pick. "You see the problem" she said and Bradley nodded understandingly. "Don't worry, your wingman is here to do all the work, all you have to do is fly off into the sunset" he said, throwing an arm around her shoulders and mimicking a plane flying into the distance with his hand.

He clapped her on the shoulder before he got up and crossed to the other side of the bar where Pete was playing pool with Coyote and Payback.

She sat for about 20 minutes, watching the two chat, ignoring the side glances from Maverick she'd get every once in a while. Eventually Rooster came back and ordered another drink. "So?" She asked anxiously as he slowly sipped his coke.

"Go outside and see for yourself" he said, flicking the water droplets on his glass with his finger. Y/N carefully slipped of the barstool and balanced in between hers and Rooster's chair. She took a deep breath, downed a shot and strode out to the balcony. She knew she was walking rather fast but she was afraid if she slowed that she wouldn't go at all. She made it to the doorway and paused.

There was Maverick, leaning over the railing staring at the sea with a beer in one hand. The wind was blowing his hair and she could see a glint of gold in his eyes from this angle. Her foot felt like it weighed 100 pounds as she stepped out of the Hard Deck and onto the balcony. Pete turned around at the sound of her footsteps. No turning back now.

She stepped forward timidly, joining Pete at the railing. He smiled at her and she turned to face the other way, faking looking at the beach. Neither one spoke for a couple minutes before she heard the sound of Pete's voice.

"You know one day, a long time ago" he said with a chuckle. "Back when I was in top gun, my plane went down" he said and Y/N turned to listen but now it was him that was looking away, staring at the ocean. "We landed in the ocean. I was fine but" he paused. "My RIO didn't make it" he said quietly.

Y/N's hand covered her mouth in shock. "When I swam over to him, the whole parachute was covered in blood" he swallowed thickly. "He was my best friend. After I lost him I basically had no one" he exhaled slowly. "I cut off my girlfriend at the time, cut off everyone. It took everything in me just to get in a plane for months" he said.

Y/N reached her hand out and placed it upon his. He didn't look at her but he looked down at their hands and smiled softly. "I ended up pushing away anyone who got too close" he continued. "I mean I had friends, a couple pilots from my top gun days, students that I taught.

But I never let anyone get too close. Because I realised..." he squeezed the edge of her hand. "That I'd never experience that type of pain again, if I never let anyone in. And I was fine with it, lived like that for about 30 years. And then you came along" Y/N's eyes widened at his words.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this way for anyone. And that scares me... a lot. But I've been talking to Rooster and it took a while but" he paused. "I've given this a lot of thought and I really want to give you and me a try" he said in a low voice.

Y/N could feel her breath quickening, and her whole body grew hot. Her ears started ringing as she replayed Maverick's words over in her head. 'I really want to give you and me a try' echoed in her mind. She replayed it again 'I've been talking to Rooster and it took a while but' then she was confused.

"What do you mean it took a while" she asked. "How long is a while?" Maverick smirked at her softly. "About five months" he answered and her eyes widened. "F-five months?" She asked open mouthed. He nodded with a chuckle.

"Sorry it took so long" he said, Y/N was still in shock. "So what do you think? Wanna give us a shot?" Y/N knew what she wanted to say but the words struggled to make their way out of her mouth. "Wait- how did you know I liked you?”

Maverick's smirk grew wider as he looked down at her. "Sweetheart, it was obvious" he said and her cheeks flushed pink. She was silent for a second trying to make sense of everything that had happened before she blurted out a response.

"Yes- I- yes!" She practically jumped into Pete's arms wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She buried her face into his neck as he rubbed her back gently. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he pulled her close. She pulled back slightly, but Maverick didn't let her go. He brought a hand up to stroke her cheek as she played with the hair on his nape.

They stood there like that for a while before Maverick spoke "We should probably go inside" he whispered. "I think Rooster's gonna break a window, with how long he's been staring at us" he said nodding behind her at the moustached man who ducked out of view when he realised he had been caught. They laughed and walked inside hand in hand, earning cheers from the rest of the dagger squad.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Your Submissively - Solitude

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Realization

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

As the end of Thursday approached Belle couldn’t help but fell a sense of sadness.  Steve has called or texted every day but as graduation grew closer, all she could feel was the weight of missing her dad.  As she left her final exam, she messaged Lilia.  

B: I’m going to be in Brooklyn tonight  L: Same Place?  B: Yeah. Feeling it today  L: Be careful.  Call a cab if it gets late  B: Thanks Li.  

Belle took the subway into Brooklyn, headphones in, getting lost in the music.  

Meanwhile, Bucky and Steve made their way to Jersey.  They decided they wanted to surprise Lila and Isabella for the end of finals.  “Can’t believe we’re dating college seniors,” Bucky said with a laugh.  

“I didn’t expect that either but her we are.”  Steve knocked on the door.  

Lila opened the door.  “Mr. Rogers? Bucky, what are you doing here?” 

“We wanted to take you and Belle to dinner,” Bucky explained.  “To celebrate the end of finals.”  

Lila chewed her lip.  “She’s not here.”  Lila looked at the men nervously.  “She went to be alone for a bit.” 

“Where?”  Steve demanded. “Miss Stevens, tell me where she is now!” He took a step towards her.  

“Pal, be calm,” Bucky said, placing himself between them. “We can track her phone. Its fine.”  Bucky tapped on his phone.  “She’s in Brooklyn.  At some piano bar.” 

“Just leave her be,” Lila pleads. “She’s missing her dad and needs a moment alone.  The owner and the bartender know her.  They’ll keep an eye out.  Please?” 

“I have to know she’s ok.”  Steve went downstairs, not waiting for Bucky.  He climbed into a passing cab and gave the address to the only piano bar he knew of in Brooklyn.  

Belle sat in a booth on the side, hiding in the shadows.  She sipped her drink, a coke, not wanting to get list in the alcohol.  

“Next up, we have the extraordinary talents of Belle Davis.”  

Belle got up and went to the piano.  The overhead lights made it impossible to see anyone in the crown but she could still hear them.  But it was what she needed.  To have people hear her but not anyone she cared for.  They would want to help when there isn’t anything they can do.  She touched the keys and played the intro to a song that resonated in her heart.  

I tried to talk to my piano  I tried to talk to my guitar  Talking my imagination  Confided into alcohol  I tried and tried and tried some more  Told secrets ‘til my voice was sore  Tired of empty conversations  ‘cause no one hears them anymore 

She thought back to her dad. Making her practice.  “Belle, you practice and it make it perfect.  Try again.”  

A hundred million stories  And a hundred million songs  I feel stupid when I sing  Nobody’s listening to me  Nobody’s listening  I talk to shooting starts but they always get it wrong  I feel stupid when I pray  So, why am I praying anyway?  When nobody’s listening 

Phil watching her train at kickboxing.  “Don’t pull your punches sweetheart.  The dummy can’t hurt you back.”  

Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord is there anyone  I need someone, oh  Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord, is there anyone?  I need someone.   I used to craze the world’s attention  I think I cried too many times  I just need some more affection  Anything to get me by 

On the last day she saw him.  “Dad, you seem nervous.”  

“Don’t worry sweetheart.  Easy peasy.  I’ll be back in a few days.”  

“Cool, I have a new receipt I want you to try.”  

“Looking forward to it Bell.  Love you.” He kissed her forehead.  

“Love you too Dad.  See you in a few days.”  

A hundred million stories  And a hundred million songs  I feel stupid when I sing  Nobody’s listening to me  Nobody’s listening  I talk to shooting starts   but they always get it wrong  I feel stupid when I pray  Why the fuck  am I praying anyway?  If nobody’s listening  Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord is there anyone  I need someone, oh  Anyone, please send me anyone  Lord, is there anyone?  I need someone  Oh anyone I need anyone  Oh anyone I need someone  A hundred million stories  And a hundred million songs  I feel stupid when I sing  Nobody’s listening to me  Nobody’s listening 

Belle finished her song to loud applause.  She went back to her booth but she was surprised to find it occupied.  “What are you doing here?” 

“Lila told me you went out and I tracked your phone.”  Steve put his face in the light, taking in the obvious tears that were still in Belle’s eyes. But they changed once Steve mentioned that he tracked her phone.  She grabbed her bad and stormed out.  

“Isabella, stop,” as the made it outside  

“You had no right! I’m not your submissive yet.  I still have my free will.” She was angry.  Angry that he had found her and listened to her sing.  Only Lila had ever heard her really and she asked that it be kept a secret.  

“I needed to know you were safe,” Steve said, trying to reason with her.  

“By violating my privacy? I wanted to be alone.  This is hard for me, ok?  I’m all alone on the edge of one of the most important weeks of my life.”  

“You’re not alone!” He grabs her and kisses her.  She pushes him away and slaps him.  

“I’m nothing to you but a potential sex slave! Please leave me alone.”  She runs for the subway but he catches her again.  

“Don’t ever say that again,” Steve growls.  “You mean more to me than you know.  You aren’t a sex slave.”  Belle struggled against him.  “Please sweetheart, stop. Stop.”  He held her closer to him and she kept struggling until she started to sob.  “It’s ok my Belle.  Its alright.” He stroked her hair as she clings to him.  “I’m right here.”  

“I miss him,” she cried.  “He’s supposed to be here.”  She held onto Steve tighter. 

“I know baby, I know.  I’m so sorry.” He kissed her hair, trying to get her to calm down.  

“I can’t do this without him. I don’t know how.”  

“I’ll help you,” Steve whispered. “I’ll be right here.”  He scooped her up and hailed another cab.  He took her to the penthouse.  She was asleep by the time he made it upstairs.  

“Seriously punk,” Bucky started before he saw Belle in his arms.  “Is she ok?” He whispered.  

“No, she’s not. But she will be.  Goodnight, Buck.  You can yell at me in the morning jerk.”  

Steve took her to his room and laid her on the bed.  He carefully took off her clothes and slipped a shirt over her head. He got her under the covers and he stared at her for a moment, taking in her youthful expression, eyes slightly swollen from crying.  He sighed and quickly changed climbing in next to her.  He pulled her close and drifted off to sleep.  

Belle’s alarm awoke her like normal for a Friday.  She stretched until she felt her arm brush up against something warm.  Her eyes snapped open and turned to see Steve’s sleeping face next to her.  She looked to see that she was in Steve’s bedroom. 

She crawled out of bed and head to her room.  She needed to get ready and didn’t have time to go back home and changed.  She looked through the clothing Steve has gotten her, selecting a blue dress with a white sweater and wedges.  She jumped into the shower and came out.  She was startled to see Steve sitting on her bed. “Hi.” 

“Are you ok?” 

“I’m fine.” She fiddled with her towel. “I’m so sorry that I hit you.”  

“Super soldier Belle.  I can take a hit.” He took her hands. “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry that I did that.  I didn’t mean to violate your privacy. I was just worried about you.”  

“I know I’m sorry.  Not a lot of people know I go there.  I just need to get away sometimes.”  

Steve pulled her to his lap. “You are amazing Belle.  Your voice is beautiful.”  

“Thank you.” She nuzzled into his neck and he held her tighter.  

“Stay with me today. We can talk, figure this out.”    

“I can’t. Its my last day at Stark.” She moved to get up but Steve held her close.  “Steve please.” 

“I know, I just… wanted to feel you.  You were so angry and scared yesterday.  Tell me please?” 

“I just miss him.  I don’t even know what happened.  They just said an accident at work and I was taken from my home, my friends.  The bar… he used to go there… the owner knew him.  So, Dad, he used to take me in and I would sing when I was nervous about anything.  Its where I go when I’m scared.”  

Steve closed his eyes, realizing the mistake he made. He took something of her father from her. “Belle, I am so sorry.  Really, truly.  When Lila said you just needed to get away, I didn’t realize it meant that you needed to be closer to your dad.” He kissed her forehead and she turned to look at him.  He leaned in to kiss her, softly at first but then deeper. “Please forgive me Isabella,” he whispered against her lips.  He kissed her again, deeper still, moving her to lay on the bed.  

“Steve, please, we have to stop.  I have to go to work,” Belle gasped not really wanting to let go.  

“I’ll drop you off, plenty of time,” he said between kisses to her neck. His hands moved down to slide up her towel. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”  

“Steve, please,” she wasn’t sure what she was pleading for anymore.  She needed him, her lifeline.  

“What do you want Isabella?” She couldn’t decide so Steve continued to tease, listening to her moan, arching her body to his touch. He undid the towel, allowing him to touch further.  He groaned when he could feel how aroused she was. He swirled his fingers on her clit and picked up some of her nectar on his fingers and brought them to mouth.  

Isabella watched him and felt the fire in her belly grow.  “Steve, please, fuck me,” she pleaded, reasoning gone out the window, responsibilities trampled on the floor.  

Steve smiled as he ran his nose down the length of hers. He ghosted her lips and said, “watch your language young lady.” He reached down and pulled his sweats and boxers down and was in her in no time.  She gasped at the sudden fullness and cried out.  He worked her hard, lifting her legs to wrap around her waist so he could go deeper.  

He reached to play with her clit at she cried out more and more, the overwhelming desire flashing white in her eyes.  “Let go Isabella.” Steve could feel himself ready to let go but wouldn’t until she did.  She needed to know that she was first in his eyes, always.  He leaned to suck on one of her nipples and that was her undoing.  She clenched around him, sucking him in.  Steve pumped a few more times before he pulled out and cummed on her belly, remembering at the last second that he hasn’t put a condom on.  

Only the sounds of their heavy breathing punctuated the room.  Steve got up and got a washcloth to clean Belle up.  He was gentle, worried he crossed another line.  He laid down next to her.  “I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t be. I wanted that too.”  She kissed him gently. “Please don’t tell anyone about my secret ok?”  

“I’ll never tell.” He brushed a hair away. “C’mon, get ready.  I’ll get you some coffee and take you work.  Tonight, we’ll talk and some other things,” he said flashing a wicked grin.  

Isabella walking into the Avengers Tower and headed up to her desk.  She took everything in, not sure when she would see it all again.  

“How was finals?” 

Belle jumped and turned to see Tony standing next to her desk. “Mr. Stark, hi.”  She fidgeted between her feet.  “They were fine.  Should have the results on Monday.”  

“Good, that’s good.  I hope you had time to study between your galas.” Tony inspected the girl.  

Belle flushed.  “I’m always studying Mr. Stark.  I have a position at MSA in the fall.  I start training in a month. So I need to keep on my toes.”  

“Congratulations.  I’m glad to see you focus on your career. And not on your non-existent boyfriend.” He started to walk away.  

“I’m sorry, is there a problem Mr. Stark?”  Belle could see he had something else he wanted to say.  

“Nothing Belle.  Schedule in a few?” 

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” She started up her computer and saw an email from Steve.  

From: srogers@grantinc.com  To: idavis@starkindustries.com    Subject: Last Day  Congratulation on finishing your internship.  I made us reservations for dinner at 8. Bucky will take you to the apartment to pick up whatever you need and bring you back.  I have a meeting at 630 so I will meet you at the restaurant.  Call me if you need me.   Steven Rogers  CEO, Grant Industries 

Belle smiled and was quick to reply.  

From: idavis@starkindustries.com  To: srogers@grantinc.com  Subject: Last Day  Looking forward to it Mr. Rogers. Please let Bucky know that I am off early today at 4PM. Lila will be home if that is an incentive. Thank you for this morning.   Isabella Davis  Intern to Tony Stark  CEO, Stark Industries 

Belle heard a huff behind her and saw Tony looking over her shoulder.  “So, he is a boyfriend?” 

“Not that it’s any of your business Mr. Stark but yes he is.”  She wasn’t sure why she said it but the look she got from Tony and his tone made her defensive.  

“You should stay away from him Belle.  He’s not good enough for you.”  

“What I do in my private life is my business.”  Isabella stood up. “And you have no right to have an opinion on it!” She shouted, drawing the attention of the other person on the floor, his wife.  

“Tony, leave her alone.  We talked about this.  She has every right to see whomever she wants,” Pepper scolded.  She turned to Isabella.  “I’m sorry Belle.  Umm, could you get the reports from legal for us.  We have a meeting in 20.”  

“Not a problem Mrs. Stark.  I’ll be right back.”  She glared at Tony and left.  

Pepper turned to her husband. “Tony, seriously, what the hell was that?” 

“Nothing.”  

“Petulance gets you nowhere.”  

“I don’t want to see her get hurt.  She’s a target if she gets seen with him.” 

“Why would she be a target?” Pepper looked confused.  

“Doesn’t matter.” Tony shook his head. He walked into his office and closed the door. 

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[omegaremix]

Sarah’s 2013-2015 Requests.

My Bloody Valentine announced a new album in 2013. The whole world was taken by total surprise because their fans assumed the project all but finished. After 22 years since releasing Loveless, they released MBV a week later and created a frenzy. That was our first exposure to the band. Yeah, we know. Don’t judge us. We decided to play “Who Sees You” on our eighth show and something changed. A listener saw our playlist and messaged us to say it would be awesome if we played more shoegaze. Our first correspondence was made.

Sarah* loved the Nineties and was obsessed with Kurt Cobain. I was totally aware of Nirvana all throughout my Brentwood days and was curious to what shoegaze encompassed, so I went with it. Omega WUSB were never sitting ducks and always looked to new directions. We asked her to send some ideas our way and we honored them on-air because we liked them. She thanked us and kept it going. Next thing I know, we were exchanging Cobain’s death conspiracy theories. It was crazy. So crazy that she wielded herself against other obsessive Cobain fans on Tumblr who believed that they communicated with him in the afterlife, or the time she took ma’s credit card and ordered $800.00 worth of music on Amazon, including the extremely rare “Pennyroyal Tea” disc single. Lucky Sarah.

During that time, she still exchanged music with us and we still fulfilled her requests. She was thrilled, and so was her boyfriend, who heard her requests on our shows. As time went forward I learned more about her. Big news: she went to the same university like I had. She used to smoke and drink but moved on from that and her ex- towards a healthier lifestyle. She recently moved in with her ma’ to get away from her father who was unbearably horrible to them. She hated him so much that she’s waiting out his death to receive the inheritance. But we held on to what had us start talking to each other: her love of the Nineties, all things Seattle, and her recent shoegaze finds. Requests weren’t enough, so she pitched a Nirvana B-sides and rarities broadcast, and we started building it. And, would you believe? Slowdive was about to tour. So she got two tickets for herself and her new boyfriend. The result? She loved it. He, on the other hand, didn’t care for it. She thought he ruined her experience by not liking them. So she made him cry after they left the venue.

Two years after our Omega WUSB’s genesis, my family switched towns; the same town Sarah’s tells me where she’s from. What a coincidence. She was happy that it’s been two years we were in touch. The time was right to finally meet up. I’ll never forget driving right from work in tight Friday rush-hour traffic heading eastbound to meet her at a coffeehouse. I said 5PM but traffic made it 6PM. I felt so horrible and nervous, hoping she’d still be there. But she was, sitting by herself with a cup of coffe and a slice of cheesecake. I profusely apologized to her but all was good. She greeted me with a hello, a handshake, and a smile; brown shoulder length curls, a new Sonic Youth shirt, and denim shorts. She was the first and still only person I met through this platform. For three hours sitting tight we went over everything imaginable: her fascination of Cobain, her hatred of her father, and how she loved the five times she used cocaine with her friends. You should’ve seen the look on her face when she told me.

But our conversation wasn’t just made of Cobain death theories, hatred, and her savory of coke. I asked Sarah about the time she made her boyfriend cry after the Slowdive show. She went more in-depth about their relationship. While both had career ambitions, our sit-down happened to be close to their two-year anniversary, though she wasn’t sure if she was to stay with him. The day we met up, however, was her boyfriend’s birthday. I asked why she was sharing this time with me instead of him? She thought holidays and birthdays were pointless. But onto more brighter pastures. She did have one positive story about how her and her boyfriend walked 10 hours from Fire Island back to her residence eastward. She showed me her tiny red iPod Nano, all 8 GB’s worth of Nineties shoegaze, My Bloody Valentine, and you guessed it all: some more Nirvana.

Three hours later, the coffeehouse closed shop and it was time to go. We walked out as Sarah showed me the fresh scrape on her new car her dad bought her. We agreed to stay in touch to collaborate on our pending Nirvana broadcast and shook on it. We say our goodbyes and parted ways for the night as I had burgers and fries afterward. A few rounds of talks later only consisted of her selling me her futon for $600 but I kindly passed on the offer as I bought my bedroom set from Ikea. Then, one Nirvana legend going back all the way to my days in Brentwood was finally confirmed: the Fecal Matter tape, consisting of a pre-Nirvana Cobain and The Melvins’ Dale Crover, was finally confirmed to be real and released in the wild. So I asked her what she thought. No response. A few days pass and I might have saw something else that interested us both, so I passed it on to her. Still, no response. I sent her one final message saying “hi”, seeing if everything was OK on her end. A hard nada. Then I realized…fuck, it’s dead between us. She stopped responding. No rhyme or reason.

It’s a downer that someone who once supported your show, went to the same campus as you, and lived in the same neighborhood as you bails out. It felt fucked up that a friend did this. I say “friend” because I wasn’t interested in her past what we had. It took some time to realize that maybe she thought differently. Making her boyfriend cry. Not celebrating their anniversary. Not seeing him in her future. There definitely were issues. Maybe she was playing chessboards and examinig her options. I could be wrong. It’s possible. Regardless of logistics, or lack thereof, ghosting someone instantly benefits those who do it and leaves the person on the other end dealing with more foolish involuntary games no one likes to play. Games like self-doubt, confusion, or feeling less-than. What was it? Because I was late to meet her? Was it due to my injury? Was it because I didn’t buy her futon? I’ll never know any of that. Nothing awesome about this, people.

However, one important thing we teach here on Ω+ is that we seperate the music from the individual. Your friends come and go, first encounters turn sour, and even valued relationships crash and burn. Their lasting impression, however, stays in the music they give you. We’ll take that. Cassettes, burned CDs, file trading, playlists over faults, we say. We always want the most of our connections and we always try our best to do right by them. We can’t write off how My Bloody Valentine opened our eyes with shoegaze to where it’s a regular thing on our broadcast. Bands like Black Tambourine and Courtney Love (not Hole, but the K Records-signed duo) made some of our better springtime moments like Shiny Two Shiny did during winter and Marine Girls in autumn. Skywave even became one of our favorites to play when we want to blow our broadcasts right out of the sky (Stargazer Lilies, too). Not all of the songs Sarah sent me made it to broadcast or even became favorites of mine. But, here’s one interesting way to feel where one’s head and heart is at.

Just like the discriminating hipster girl I met in Stony Brook’s art bloc who showed me Helium’s “XXX” (1995) or how one of my ex-’s opened my eyes to John Frusciante and riot grrl, music is the one thing that ends in a positive finish and still does good by us. There’s no ill will towards Sarah and it could’ve been worse. We wouldn’t want it that way. We can’t write someone off or their music entirely because of how it ended. When you look at it, it’s been nothing but good all the way through. These things happen for whatever reason, apparent or not. I know I’m not the only one. It’s one thing to ask for a modicum of respect. We can’t tell people what we want of them or how to feel. It’s another that the moves they make on us music-wise outweigh the bad. Those are the feel-good moves that truly stay with us.

Suffice to say, I never got around to the Nirvana tribute. But, what’s really keeping us from doing one? We may if there’s a significant anniversary or birthday close by because that’s the spirit. Shoegaze is a done deal and it’s a forever thing. Sarah and I haven’t spoken since and that’s a shame. The songs she’s given me always made for great memories. If anyone here is asking: we’re doing fine. Really. We are. How about you?

Sarah’s requests:

Bedflowers, The Songs: Summer 1990

Slowdive “Morningrise”

Black Tambourine “Black Car”

My Bloody Valentine “Only Shallow”

Young Marble Giants “Posed By Models”

Courtney Love (band) Uncrushworthy

Shiny Two Shiny “Through The Looking Glass”

Ceremony “Old”

Eternal “Breathe”

Cocteau Twins “Circling Girl”

My Bloody Valentine “Drive It All Over Me”

Clean, The “Beatnik”

Bats, The “North By North”

Clean, The “Anything Could Happen”

Young Marble Giants “Ode To Booker T”

Nirvana “Old Age”

Tiger Trap “Sour Grass”

Swirlies “Jeremy Parker”

Sonic Youth “Stalker”

Stereolab “Jenny Ondioline”

Marine Girls “In Love / Honey”

Beat Happening “Hey Day”

Broken Water “Heal”

Cocteau Twins “Watchlar”

Young Marble Giants “Brand New Life”

Beat Happening “Noise”

Sonic Youth “White Cross”

Mazzy Star “Halah”

L7 “Andres”

Go Team, The “935 Patterson”

Shop Assistants (various)

Mum (various)

Rocketship (various)

Skywave (various)

Teen Suicide (various)