#live on tour handcuffs

[cinemastyles-blog]

Red Cuffs

Summary: Harry gets thrown a pair of red cuffs on stage but little do the fans know that he takes them home and uses them on y/n.

Not a request

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, handcuff usage, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, roughness, biting, hair pulling, absolute filth

Master

LIVE ON TOUR HARRY

Harry bends down slowly, picking up something a fan thew on stage, “Now, what is this?” He asks with laugher attached to his voice, “Come on now… this is a family show.”

He stands back up, putting his mic back onto the stand and holding up a pair of red fluffy cuffs with his pointer finger.

The fans scream because they know what’s coming next.

“Or is it?”

The lights go down and the bands starts playing the intro to Kiwi.

You see Harry’s shadow move back by the drums to probably get a sip of water before running back up to the mic.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes..”

——

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Harry does his walk after the whale, thanking the fans and bowing, “Thank you!” He waves, standing there amazed at how well he’s doing, “Goodnight!”

Harry runs off the stage, wrapping his sweaty arm around your waist, pulling you along with him.

No words were exchanged until you were in the car.

“That was a great show, babe!” You smile and lean over to kiss him, “Not so much a family show, but it was great.” You laugh and sit back to buckle your seat belt.

“You see some wild things, baby. Some wild things.” He starts to undress to put on his robe, “Also.” He leans forward, reaching into his back pocket, “Snagged you something.”

He tosses the cuffs from the stage onto your lap, “Thought you’d like them.”

Your mouth drops and you look over at him, “You did not keep these.”

He nods as he kicks his pants off, “I sure did.”

You pick them up, “Wow these are..” you inspect them, “Not real, so you know what that means.” You bite your lip and look over at him.

He pulls his robe over his arms and turns towards you, “Hmm?” He tilts his head, waiting for you to finish because he wants to hear you say it.

“I want you to use these on me.”

——

You get back to the hotel, quickly making your way up to your suite.

“I’m going for a shower babe, care to join?” Harry walks into the bathroom and starts the shower before walking back out. You set your bag on the table and turn towards him, “Okay.”

You smile as you walk up to him, his skin still slightly sticky from the sweat his robe held on him, “Help me get this off?” You turn around for him to unzip your dress.

He glides the zipper down with ease, pulling the straps down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. He spins you around and lifts you up, walking into the bathroom.

You look down at him, “I still have my underwear on.”

“Do you like these ones?”

You shrug, “eh, they’re not my fa-“

You hear the fabric rip and Harry pulls them off, “All gone.”

You shake your head and smirk, “Impatient are we?”

“I can’t wait to use those cuffs on you.” He pecks your lips before stepping into the shower and setting you down.

Your shower is pretty much a normal shower, all but the teasing each other and hot make out sessions every time you brush your ass against him.

He shuts the water off and you step out, wrapping a towel around your body.

Harry gets out and wraps one around his waist, “So you said they’re not real? What do you mean by that?”

“Oh they have the release thing. You can unlock them without a key.” You start to blow dry your hair and Harry nods, “Alright.”

He stands there, hair still dripping as he debates on ripping your towel off right then and there, “Are you done yet?”

You flip the hair dryer off and set it down, turning towards him with a smirk, “Do you want me to be?”

He smirks and moves towards you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh all the way to the bed, “You lost something.”

You point to the towel on the floor and Harry looks down at his naked body, “Don’t need it for this part.”

He opens your towel, his lips kiss up your stomach and between your boobs. He kisses up to your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, “You looked so hot on stage tonight.”

He smirks against your lips, “You looked so hot just standing there watching me.” His hand slides down your body, pressing between your legs, “We’re you this wet the whole time?”

You shrug, “Is that really a question?”

He chuckles and plunges two fingers into you, swallowing your moans, “Did you think about this?”

You nod, “Oh yes. I did.” Your back arches off the bed as he rubs that sweet little spot hidden right inside, “F-fuck.”

He leans down, taking the skin of your neck between his teeth and sucking on it. Your moans grow louder the longer he toys with you.

“Need you.” You whimper out, “P-please.”

“I want to play a little bit, baby. I promise you’ll get me, just be patient.” His words are soft, quiet. His fingers work faster, causing you to squirm in pleasure.

You let out a whimper and tangle your fingers into his hair as he goes back to leaving little love bites all over your neck, “H-harry.”

“Cum for me, then you can have me.”

His words are addicting. You could listen to him talk dirty to you all day and night.

“I’ll put the cuffs on you if you’re a good girl and cum for me.”

You moan and clench around his fingers. Your hand tights and tugs the hair that you have a hold of, “F-fuck. Fuck, shit.”

Your eyes roll back and your body arches, pleasure consumes you for a short time before you’re riding you high down. Harry’s fingers slowly pull out of you and you look up at him, “Was I a good girl?”

He smirks and brings his fingers up to your lips, “Yes you were.”

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking the slick that came with them off. He watches as you swirl your tongue around them, humming as you do.

“Where did you put them?” He withdrawals his fingers and stands up.

“Table. In my purse.”

He nods and walks over to get them. He holds them with his pointer finger and spins them around, “You want these on you?”

You sit up and nod, “I do.”

“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

“What am I? Under arrest?” You giggle and turn around, sitting on your calves as you look back at him.

“Under arrest for being sexy.” He can’t help but laugh and he shakes his head, “Sorry. I didn’t think that would sound as funny.”

You laugh and sigh, “Oh harry.”

He slides the fluffy red feathers down your arms, ticking them which causes you to twitch your arm.

He pushes the button and the on side opens, “Mm.”

You bite your lip as he clicks it over your left wrist.

He does the same with the right and your heart starts beating faster, you can hear it thumping in your ears.

“Fuck, you look so hot.” Harry groans lowly and pumps his cock a few times, “Bend over baby.”

You lean forward, laying your cheek flat on the bed. You take a deep breathe, slightly shaking with excitement as Harry lays his hands on your asscheeks and gently pulls them apart.

He pushes his face into your wet cunt, licking and slurping up the wetness. You gasp and moan loudly, pushing your hips back slightly. He keeps his hands on your ass, squeezing and digging his finger tips into your skin.

“Fuck, harry. That feels so, so good.” You pull your wrists slightly, whimpering at the thought of not being able to touch him.

He moans against you, dipping his tongue in and out of you a bunch of times before leaning back. He gets onto his knees behind you, tapping his cock on your folds a few times before pushing the tip in.

You gasp and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

He pushes his cock inside of you slowly, painfully slow.

You let out a loud moan, pulling your wrists apart, “Shit, Harry.”

His hand comes down to rest on your lower back, fingers intertwined with your one hand. His other hand holds your hips, slowly guiding it back to rise off and fall back down into his cock.

“Fuck, this is such a hot thing to look at.” He moans and thrusts his hips slowly to meet yours, “Fuck yeah.”

Moans slip from your lips repeatedly, growing louder as he pushes deeper inside of you and holding it there. He takes his other hand and holds the center of the cuffs, “If this hurts, let me know.”

“yeah, okay.” You try to nod but your head is pushed too close to the bed, “I’m okay, baby. I just need you to fuck me.”

He chuckles slightly and nods, “Alright.”

He pulls down on the cuffs, using that as leverage to pull you back down onto his cock when he goes to thrust back in.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans and tilts his head back, “Shit your pussy is amazing.”

He grips the cuffs tighter and leans down slightly, his eyes gave over your bent over body in front of him.

You moan and squeeze his hand, “Fuck, Harry. I’m goi-“

“I can feel you, baby. Go ah-ahead and cum.” He moans and tries to keep the pace steady, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum myself.”

You moan and clench around him, pushing your hips into his, “Fuckfuck, shit.” You moan loudly into the bed, digging your nails into his hand.

Harry’s thrusts get sloppy as he pulls out and shoots his cum all over your lower back, “Fuck, baby.”

You turn your head, panting as you get air into your lungs.

Harry reaches over and grabs your towel, wiping off your lower back before he hits the release button on the cuffs.

“Are you okay, y/n? Your wrists look a little red.” Harry rubs his fingers over the indentations of where the metal was pulled against your skin.

You roll over and plop on your back, bringing your wrists up to inspect them, “I’m fine, babe. I promise.”

You smile and reach up for him, “Cuddle me please?”

He smiles and cleans himself off before falling onto the bed next to you. You roll over and lay your arm and leg over his body and he covers you guys up with the blanket, “So what you’re saying is, if I get thrown another pair of cuffs, I need to bring them home?”

“Only if they look durable.”

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Just another smut one shot that came to mind.

Not edited so if there’s any mistakes, I’m sorry!

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[skzdarlings]

vexatious vixen ; felix x reader ; part 1/2

masterlist.

PART 1/2. READ PART 1 HERE. ( READ ON AO3. )

You always get what you want. When an unassuming security guard named Felix stops your latest venture, you escalate the stakes until he has no choice but to put you in your place.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: romantic comedy. strangers to enemies to lovers. handcuffs. cat-and-mouse. eventual smut will be kinky dom/sub dynamics, dom!felix and sub!reader. (chapter word count: 7400 words.)

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Seungmin is one of your best friends and also a conniving master of manipulation.  Being a malevolent source of wicked verbal wizardry, he convinced you and Minho that it would be totally super easy to sneak into the Hwang Hyunjin concert.  It’s only the final night of the pop-star’s sold-out world tour and the most anticipated concert of the year.  What could go wrong?  

It sounded like a good idea when Seungmin said it.  Now the three of you are standing in a pushy crowd of overeager fans with some very intimidating looking security guards at the end of the queue. 

“Reconvene,” you say.  You grab the boys by their scruff and drag them out of the line. 

“Ah, hey!” Minho snaps at you like piranha.

You release him to grab Seungmin by his collar.  “You better have an idea for getting us past security,” you say, “because I do not like the look of the Incredible Hulk up there.”

The three of you look at the shortstack beefcake who looks like he could bench all three of you at the same time. 

“Yeaaaah,” Seungmin says.  He flashes you a not-so-innocent smile as his strawberry-pink bangs flop into his eyes.  “I didn’t really think this far ahead.  I thought you’d have a plan.”

“Why would I have a plan?” you ask.  “This whole thing was your idea.  Seungmin.”  You drag him close so your noses touch, going cross-eyed at the proximity.  It does not lessen the severity of your frustration when you state, “I waxed for this.  And you know how I feel about waxing.” 

“You waxed?” Minho asks loudly.  It draws a few glances your way which might be because Minho is so loud, or might be because he’s so good looking, or a combination of the two.  His dark eyes narrow at you like you’re a completely alien creature.   “Why would you wax for a concert?” he asks. 

“Wax,” Seungmin parrots.  Your hands are on his collar like you intend to shake him up but it doesn’t deter him asking, “Like… like wax-wax?  Like your human body waxed?”

“Like your human pussy?” Minho asks.  “For a concert?  What did you think was gonna happen?”  He is on the very visible verge of hysterical laughter when a thought lights his eyes.  “Wait,” he says.  “I know how we can get in—”

“Oh my god,” you say.  You shove Seungmin and grab Minho by the collar instead.  “I’m not fucking our way in.  And I waxed,” you drop your voice, “just in case.”

“Just in case…?” Minho tips his head.  “Just in case you had to fuck your way in…?”

“Oh my god,” you say.  You push him away too.  “Never mind.”

“Did you think Hyunjin was going to summon you out of the crowd for a green room quickie?”  Seungmin asks with a shit-eating grin. 

Minho cackles.  “No way she’d even go,” he says.  “She doesn’t get summoned.  She likes to be chased.” 

“She is walking away now,” you say.    

“Bet she’ll walk away quickly,” Seungmin says.  “She waxed so she’ll be aerodynamic.”

You stomp away from the stadium but only make it a few steps before Seungmin runs in front of you. 

“We can’t just give up here,” Seungmin says.  “We made it this far already.”

“One bus stop?” you ask dryly.  “We literally live like five minutes away—”

“Exactly!” Seungmin says.  “That’s called destiny.”

“We might as well try,” Minho says.  He cups a hand over his eyes to look at the stadium in the fading light of the sun.  “We all got dressed up.  Seungmin skipped a class.  You waxed.” 

“There’s no way we’re getting through those doors,” you say. 

“We’ve done it before,” Seungmin says.  He turns you to face the stadium and massages your shoulders like a boxing coach, all the while regaling you with tales of your past victories.  “Remember all the other concerts we snuck into?  The sports games?  That celebrity wedding—”   

“Well,” Minho interrupts, “we did get arrested at that one.” 

“Yeah and we got arrested together,” Seungmin says, “because that’s what friends do.” 

“I don’t know why,” you say, “but for some reason this is working.”  Maybe it’s Seungmin’s words, or Minho’s cologne, or maybe it’s the soft glow of a perfect summer sunset as it pours over the stadium like a pink-orange waterfall.  Or maybe it’s because this really is the concert of the year, and you love a challenge, and you fucking waxed. 

You throw your head back and sigh, soulfully resigning yourself to your imminent fate.

“Fine,” you say.  “So how are we doing this?”   

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin says thoughtfully.  “I think I have a plan.”

Seungmin proceeds to explain the plan.  It is hardly the pinnacle of heist endeavours but is more feasible than rappelling down the stadium walls into the concert arena.

Basically, the plan is to find a group of people with a solitary ticket holder and leech onto their tail with the hopes security will miscount the party and let you sneak past.  It means you will have to split up because security will definitely notice three extra people.  You will then hopefully reunite inside the arena.

You scamper around the periphery of the stadium, perusing lines for oblivious groups of excited fans with an e-ticket-wielding ringleader.  You also double-check which security guards seem the most lax or checked out. 

“I get that one,” Minho says. 

He points to a trim, athletic guard with floppy brown hair and a giggly smile.  You and Seungmin protest because that guard is an easy mark so you all want him, but Minho takes off running for the queue. 

The thing about Lee Minho is that he never hauls ass.  He coasts through life with a casual slouch, but he is completely capable of annihilating everyone if he deigns to do so. 

He does.  So he did.

You and Seungmin look around.  Your grin widens when you spy the next easiest target.

“Aha!” you say.  “I call dibs on that one!  Good luck, Seungmin!”

“Hey!” Seungmin bellows.

He is far too late.  You are already booking it towards the line with a pretty, chipper, skinny security guard.  He is in jeans and a loose windbreaker that says SECURITY across the back, about the only indication he is a man of any authority.  His hair is a vibrant, neon blue and is delicately styled, long enough to pull back in a pretty half-ponytail.  His features are sharp, cheekbones sloping, but there is a natural tenderness to his whole countenance.  He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. 

Also, he really is lean.  Worst case scenario, you can probably push your way past him and disappear into the crowd before he can do anything about it.  

You find a group of girls to sidle alongside anyway.  You are satisfied you will easily slip into the stadium. 

The group reaches the front of the line, a couple of them giggling at the security guard’s friendly attention.  His name tag reads Felix, a cute name for a cute guy.  Up close, you can see a smattering of dark freckles across his face, as well as a few playful glitter stars for the concert.  He is admittedly pretty but as a professional gate crasher, you refrain from distraction.  You successfully avoid his gaze and stick close to the girl in front of you. 

Felix gives them each a friendly nod, smiling brightly.  He laughs at one of their comments and it’s a charming, low sound. 

“Enjoy the show, ladies,” he says, his voice about a hundred decibels deeper than you expected.  

Maybe that’s what trips you up.  It has to be something, because you were doing everything right.  But just as you go to follow the girls into the arena, a skinny arm shoots out and you smack right into it.   

“Sorry,” Felix says.  He drops his arm and smiles.  “I just need to see your ticket.” 

“My…?”  You look ahead at the group of girls, but they are already gone.  Oops.  “Ha, ha,” you say, looking at Felix. 

He is staring back at you, still smiling a close-lipped smile.  He blinks a couple times then lifts an eyebrow.

“Uh, ticket?” he says.  He holds out his hand.  

“Right,” you say.  You smile at him with all the saccharine sweetness you can.  “I have funny story about that, Felix,” you say. 

“Hm.”  His smile turns into a line, eyes narrowing as he looks at you.  “And what’s that?” 

“Well, you see…”

It’s all you say before you bolt, fast on your feet.  You sprint for the entryway behind the guarded queue.  There’s a crowd inside and you’re an expert at disappearing into a crowd.  You just need to get in there and find your boys then you are home free.  Hwang Hyunjin, here you come. 

There’s just one problem.  

Felix is fast.  

Like, track star fast.  Like, road runner fast.  Like, you’re that dumb coyote getting an anvil dropped on your head, except this anvil is a skinny blue-haired Australian with a voice like a god and the apparent hidden strength of one too. 

You make it a few desperate steps before Felix literally sweeps you off your feet.  You shriek when he hauls you under his arm, dragging you away from the stadium door.  He deposits you a few feet from the queue then swiftly resumes his position. 

“Hello,” he says to the next person in line.  “Sorry about that.  Ticket?”   

Your mouth is agape.  

No one has ever got the jump on you like that.

“Hey!” you say, but Felix has moved on.  He is smiling at the next guest as he checks their ticket, not paying you any mind.  “Excuse me,” you say, despite the people between you and him.  “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.  I do have a ticket.”

“Uh-huh,” Felix says.  He doesn’t look at you, scanning someone’s e-ticket with a little device.  It lights up green and he smiles at them.  “Enjoy the show,” he says. 

You jump into the queue, cutting off the next person.  Felix’s smile vanishes and is replaced with an astoundingly sassy expression.

“Uh, this line is for ticket-holders,” he says. 

“I have a ticket,” you say.  You unzip your purse and spend a minute rifling around, ignoring him when he sighs.  He apologizes to the people behind you.  You turn and offer a tight-lipped apology of your own.  “I was in line,” you say, as if they didn’t just witness this ten-pound bully haul you around like a sack of potatoes.  “There was just a misunderstanding.”

Felix rolls his eyes. 

You pull out your cell phone and flip through a folder of fake screenshotted tickets, hoping at least one of them marginally resembles the tickets for tonight.  You pick one and flash it at Felix. 

“Happy?” you say with a lot of false indignation.  You turn off the screen when Felix goes to grab your phone.  You give him a snooty, squinty-eyed look, then saunter right past him. 

This time when he comes after you, you are better prepared for his speed.   You zig-zag and he stumbles, cussing very unprofessionally.  You make it all the way to the door before he grabs you.  You have no idea where he is getting all that muscle because he feels like a sturdy stick when you grab at him, but he puts you over his shoulder like it’s easy. 

“Um, excuse me!” you shout.  “Hello!  Someone film this!  I’m being assailed!”

Felix intentionally jostles you on his shoulder.  He is even less gentle when he drops you this time, though you do manage to keep your footing. 

“Try that again,” Felix says, “and it will be trouble.  Got it?” 

Felix is very good looking.  He’s an incredible combination of pretty and handsome, not to mention that voice, guh.  But what gets you going is how much you are clearly pissing him off.  It’s hot.  Out of nowhere, the freckled sunshine sweetheart is just oozing confidence, standing square and pointing at you with a very stern expression.  And if you get a little hiccup in your blood, a little skip in your heartbeat, a little stampede southward that makes your pussy hum like the interested kitten it is, well.  That’s not your fault.  It’s his.  Asshole.

You flip him off.  He ignores you, shaking his head as he returns to his position.

“Sorry,” he says to the queue.  “Some people are so inconsiderate, aren’t they?”

Ugh. What a sexy bitch. 

You text to check in with the boys.  Minho made it inside, no surprise, but apparently Seungmin is also struggling for an in. 

what is with these security guards, Seungmin writes, are they military trained? fuck 

maybe you’re both just losing your touch, Minho replies.

never, you say.  we still have lots of time.  we'll get in there.  seungmin, meet me by the benches.  we need another plan.  

Usually, the best way to crash an event is with minimal attention and no theatrics.  It’s all about pretending you are exactly where you are supposed to be.  If you act like you belong, then you will.  

A spectacle is a desperate measure, but you are desperate people.  After a few hushed whispers on a bench, you and Seungmin spring into action. 

“Help!”  Seungmin shouts.  “My wife needs help!  Please!” 

“Your wife?” you whisper through gritted teeth, opening one eye to look at him.  You are currently laying on the pavement in a dramatic swoon, Seungmin hunched over you. 

“My companion of ambiguous relationship is hurt!” he says.  “Ouch,” he adds, because you swat his arm.

Fortunately, he does draw attention.  A few people run over, the beefy security guard one of them.  His nametag reads Changbin and he is in a black t-shirt at least two sizes too small.  You do not begrudge him this, as you would do the same if you had biceps like that.  

“What happened?” he asks, crouching down beside Seungmin. 

“My friend just passed out,” Seungmin says.  He hoists you into his arms as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.  “Is there somewhere inside I can take her to sit down?  I think all the chaos out here overstimulated her.” 

“One second,” Changbin says.  He pulls a walkie-talkie out of a holster.  It buzzes with static as he turns it on.  “Hey, we have a collapsed woman in front of Entry Door B.  Can I have back-up clear a path, and someone with First Aid training?”  The walkie-talkie buzzes again and Changbin puts it away.  He stands up, waving away the small crowd that has gathered.   “Yah, everyone back up!  This is an emergency!” 

“It’s really not,” Seungmin says.  He scoops you into a bridal hold then struggles to lift you off the ground. “I just need – whew – somewhere I can – agh – put her down.  I can just – AH! – carry her myself.”

Naturally, it is at that moment a familiar voice descends from above. 

A familiar, deep, Australian-accented voice.

“Move aside, please.”  

“Oh no,” you say, eyes closed.   You open them just in time for a glitter-faced, freckled, blue-haired pretty boy in a SECURITY windbreaker to cut through the crowd.   

Unfortunately, Felix is just as good looking at this angle.  He waves away the gathered onlookers as he approaches, but looks at Changbin first. 

“I have First Aid,” he says.  “What happened?”

“I just found her collapsed,” Changbin says.  “Her friend thinks it’s the crowd.  Should we bring her inside?” 

Felix looks at you.  The concerned furrow in his brow immediately gives way. 

You smile innocently. 

“No,” Felix says, frowning.  “We shouldn’t.” 

“Oh come on,” you say.  You smack the ground.  “I collapsed!  I need help!”

“No, you need a ticket,” Felix says.  He crosses his arms and stomps a foot.  “Seriously, what is wrong with you?  Some of us have a job to do, you know?”

“Naaaur ya need a ticket, mate,” you say in a mockingly deep chest voice. “Some of us have jobs ya knaaaaur!”

“Do you guys know each other?” Changbin asks, looking between you and Felix – who is growing increasingly red in the face and breathing much harder. 

“I have no idea who this guy is,” Seungmin says. 

“Ah!”  Felix yells, spinning to Changbin.  “She doesn’t have a ticket!  She’s just trying to sneak in!”

“She doesn’t have a ticket?”  Seungmin asks, gasping.  He drops you onto the concrete, ignoring your yelp of pain.   “But I thought she – she told me we – I – I –“

You watch in betrayed horror as Seungmin pretends to faint, flopping down beside you on the concrete.  You sit up, very tempted to slap him across the face but not wanting to give Felix more reasons to accost you. 

“Seungmin,” you say.  You grab him by the shirt and rattle him around like a ragdoll.  “Seungmin, you bastard, don’t even think about it!”

“You.”  Felix stomps up behind you.  “Get off the ground and come with me.” 

“No,” you say.  “I don’t want to and you can’t make me.” 

You shriek – again – when Felix grabs you under the arms and hoists you to your feet.  He manhandles you with only a modicum of effort, dragging you away from your stupid traitorous best friend. 

You step on Felix’s foot deliberately and he swears.  For such a pretty thing, he sure has a filthy mouth.  You grab a fistful of his hair and tug, to which he cusses up a storm and pries your hand off his head.   

You hear the distinct buzz of Changbin’s walkie-talkie.    

“We have a collapsed man in front of Entry Door B.  Can someone who isn’t going to start fighting the patrons come help me move him?”

“He’s faking it!” you cry in protest, watching Changbin scoop Seungmin off the ground. 

Changbin disregards your outburst.  Seungmin gives you a thumbs up behind his back.  Felix, of course, doesn’t see it because he’s too busy dragging you away.  You are left to sputter in bewildered protest at the injustice of it all. 

Felix marches you to the sidewalk, far away from the stadium queues.  You are both out of breath by the time you get there.  Even so, you attempt to manoeuvre under his arm to run away.   In a few quick moves, he knocks you onto your ass. 

 “Holy fuck!”  You are panting now.  A line of sweat dots your hairline.  You wipe at it and stare morosely at this stupidly competent minimum wage security guard.  “What are you, like some kind of karate master or something?”

“Taekwondo, actually,” he says, brushing off his jacket.  Then he tips his head and stares down at you.

You would be lying if you said the intensity of his stare didn’t have your heart racing for an entirely new reason.  Danger and desire have always danced a close dance for your tastes.  Felix is not helping matters, tucking back loose strands of vibrant hair as he looms over you, wetting his bottom lip and staring. 

You cross your arms and feign nonchalance, but you can’t look away from him.  When he crouches down slowly to meet you at eye level, everything below the belt goes pitter-patter. 

“No ticket,” Felix says slowly.  “No concert.  Do you understand me?” 

You stick out your tongue.

“Wow, mature,” he says.  His departing farewell is another snarky eyeroll.  He shakes his head as he stands, muttering to himself in obvious frustration. 

So much for not a mean bone in his body.  That bully is all business.   

So hot. 

You huff and puff for a bit.  Your phone is going berserk in your purse, probably the boys trying to reach you.  Eventually you succumb to the necessary confession of your twice thwarted efforts.  Minho teases that you are losing your touch for real.  It makes angry little fireworks pop out of your ears.  

Plenty of occasions you have assessed a situation and deemed it unreasonably complicated, but quitting while you’re ahead is not the same thing as admitting defeat.  You do not lose.  This isn’t even about the concert anymore.  Fuck Hwang Hyunjin, he was never worth the pain of a wax in the first place.  No.  This is about your pride.   This is about your dignity.  This is about your honour. 

You are getting into that concert, one way or another.   

First, you gather intel.  This comes in the form of snooping, running between queues to figure out the easiest mark.  You don’t judge the guards by their appearances this time, because apparently this security team has secret taekwondo masters hidden in their midst. 

You watch their every move, calculating and determining your odds therein.  Based on visual research and Minho’s confirmation, it seems your best bet is the smiling guard who let Minho through.  His nametag reads Jisung and he is a veritable flirt. 

Flash him your tits, Minho texts.

Uh, no, I’m not that desperate yet.       

Second, with your intel now acquired, you get into the dwindling line.  The sun is almost set and a breezy summer chill dances across your cheeks.  The concert will be starting soon.  You shuffle behind the other stragglers, adjusting your outfit.  The jean shorts hug your hips and flash a nice chunk of thigh, and your shirt is already low cut but you figure another tug won’t hurt.  You also pull your flannel down your arms to look as flirtatious as possible. 

Jisung is barely looking at the tickets as he scans them, chatting merrily to the guests as he lets them through.  You pull up a random ticket on your phone, something to hold out while you distract him. 

“Hi,” you say. 

His eyes flick down to your chest, then back up.  He smiles brightly.

“Hi!” he says.  “You look nice.  Excited for the concert?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you say.  “You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this.  It wasn’t easy to get in.”

“I know what you mean,” he says.  “Tickets are hard to come by, and so expensive!”

“Ugh, tell me about it,” you say, leaning in while he scans your phone.   This was a bad idea because he looks down at your chest again, just in time for his little device to flash red.

“Oh, oops!” he says.  He smiles at you as he shakes his device.  “Sorry!” he says.  “I think you showed me the wrong ticket.  Could you pull up the right one?”

“Ohhh!” you say, looking down at your phone with fake surprise.  Life is so unfair.  “I’m so sorry… Jisung.  Hehe, that’s such a nice name.”

“Haha, thanks,” Jisung says.  “My parents picked it, but, yeah, it’s cool.  Anyway.”  He wiggles his device.  “Ticket please!” 

You keep smiling and giggling, even as you turn around under the guise of searching through your phone.  You glare down at the stupid device, keeping your back to Jisung while you do so.  How the fuck are you getting out of this?  You flip through screenshots then open your text messenger.  Minho’s last words of wisdom blink up at you. 

Apparently, you are that desperate. 

With a sigh, you put your phone in your purse and zip it shut.  You shrug your shoulders and plaster that fake smile on your face again.  With a swift of flick of your thumbs, you lift your shirt and bra up over your tits and spin around to look at Jisung. 

“How’s this for a ticket—”

Jisung looks surprised and delighted.  Jisung, however, is standing a few feet back.  Probably because he was told to step back.  Probably by Felix who is standing in front of you with his arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face.  

“Wow,” Felix says.  “Just committing crimes now, are we?”  

You shove your tits back into your bra indignity, not even embarrassed, just annoyed. 

“Tits aren’t a crime,” you say. 

“Public indecency is,” he replies.  

“You’re… publicly indecent…”  Not your best comeback.  You glare at him while fixing your shirt.  “There’s no way they pay you enough to be riding my ass this hard.” 

“They don’t,” Felix says, grabbing your arm.  “Believe me when I say riding your ass has been my pleasure.”

“Twisted fuck,” you reply. 

You wave at Jisung as Felix tugs you away.  He waves back but does nothing to rescue you, because all men are traitors. 

You groan loudly as Felix leads you away from the stadium yet again.  “Just let me innnnn,” you whine.  “Why do you hate meee.”

“I don’t even know you!” Felix says.  He deposits you on a bench and takes out his phone.

“What are you doing?” you ask, eying the device.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asks.  “You tried to break into a ticketed event three times.  You faked an injury.  You flashed yourself in a public place—”

“I wouldn’t have done any of that if you just let me through in the first place!”

“You cannot be serious.”  Felix looks ready to rip his hair out.  “You don’t have a ticket!  Why would I let you in, why would I – AH!  Why am I arguing with you!  Be quiet, I’m phoning the police.”

“The po— the police?!  How dare you!” You try to stand but he pushes you onto the bench one-handed.  He holds you there, palm on your shoulder, still way stronger than someone this scrawny should be. 

“Fine!” you exclaim.  “Fine!  You win!  I’m sorry, Felix, I was wrong.  I was wrong and you were right.”

Felix pauses.  “Really,” he says, sounding unconvinced. 

“Yes!”  You look up at him with the saddest, most watery eyes you can muster.  “I just wanted to see the concert but it was stupid to think I could break in.” 

He turns off his screen.  Success.   You watch him slip his phone in his pocket. 

“It’s not about being smart or stupid,” he says, the ire gone from his voice.  It takes a lot of willpower not to bite his fingers when he pats your shoulder.  “It’s about the fact we can’t always get what we want,” he says kindly as he crouches in front of you.  His hand goes from your shoulder to your knee, still patting it in a friendly manner. 

You bite your tongue because you want to tell him you liked him better when he was being a mean bitch, but that would be counterproductive to your escape attempt. 

It turns out, you don’t need to say anything, because he decides to be a bitch again anyway.  Felix looks at you with a too-sweet smile and says, “It’s about time someone taught you that lesson.”

“Um, excuse me?” you say, aghast.  You clasp your hand over your heart.  “Just who do you think you are?  First of all, you taught me nothing, I’m still a horrible bitch and I lied when I said you were right.  Second, you absolutely can get everything you want, you just have to want it enough to get it.  But you wouldn’t know anything about that.  You know why, Felix?” 

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head like he expected this, which he probably did, but you’re too far gone to retreat. 

You reach out and cup his face in both hands, turning it to you.  Those sharp eyes are unflinching, even with your fingers on his face.  You try really hard not to gulp. 

“It’s because you are a good boy,” you say.  “You always do what you’re told.  You always follow the rules.  I bet everyone thinks you’re the nicest guy on the team, don’t they?  I bet they call you cute little nicknames and all the nice little girls think you’re a sweet, innocent baby.  And you are, aren’t you, Felix?  You’re just such a good, good boy.  But me?  I’m not good.  I’m not bad.  I just like to win.  When I want something, I get it, because I chase it, and I don’t stop until I get it.  Until it’s all mine.”  You lean in close.  “Get it?” 

His gaze darkens, brows pinching.  You take his fleeting moment of vulnerability to shove him onto his back.  He sprawls on the ground with a surprised yelp.  You sprint away at top speed and flip him off over your shoulder. 

It’s a haphazard ploy at best but you are fresh out of plans.  What you need is distance between you and Security Guard of the Year, a breather long enough to come up with a final plan.  Maybe you can physically break in somewhere: an office window, a janitorial stairwell, something.  

You keep an eye out for potential openings as you run. 

And run.

And run. 

Hmm.  You’ve been running a long time.   Even with the head-start, Felix should have caught you by now.  You doubt he would have truly given up.  Felix had a deranged look in his eye, similar to the one you get when someone is trying to beat you at your own game.  He doesn’t want you to win anymore than you want to lose.  You suspect it isn’t about the concert for him either; this is a personal battle. 

You come to a gradual stop, hands on your hips as you catch your breath.  It’s quiet on this side of the stadium as the queues were on the opposite end. 

Quiet, yes.  Too quiet.   

There’s a stairwell that leads to second level just above your head.  Felix is good.  You have to give credit where credit is due.  If you weren’t a scheming nightmare with a penchant for con-artistry, he probably would have caught you.  But without turning around, you know he booked it up the stairs and is two seconds from springing an attack. 

You take off running, just in time for him to thump into the grass beside you.  You laugh at his strangled cry of frustration as he scrambles to his feet. 

Around the next corner is the parking lot.  You stop a split second to look over your shoulder and see him hot on your heels.   He discarded his jacket and is in a loose sleeveless shirt, revealing he does have some light toning to his lean body.  But you don’t stop to measure how proportionate it is to his strength, because he is focussed on you like a laser. 

Then he smiles.  A slow, slinky smile like a cocky predator about to swipe at its prey.  That cat has claws, nasty ones, and you almost want to get tangled in them.  Almost.  You want to win even more.   

And he just set you up for success.  There’s a SECURITY jacket on the ground somewhere nearby.  That’s your ticket in.  You just have to lose Felix in the parking lot and loop back around to find where he tossed it. 

You spare no time setting that plan into action, giving Felix a smile of your own before you run.  He thunders after you.

The pair of you weave in and out of parked cars.  He disappears for a second behind a row of trucks.  You whip your head around to figure out where he went, only for him to summersault around the corner and cut you off.  You yell instinctively but narrowly dodge his reaching hand.   He curses, running after you with his arm outstretched.   You duck behind a trailer and lose him, scurrying between some SUVs.  You peek at him through the windows, watching him turn in a circle to find where you went.  Smiling to yourself, you quietly but quickly back away.  

You leave the lot and run back the way you first came.  You find Felix’s jacket draped on a random bush. 

Your heart is practically singing with adrenaline.  Victory is in sight.  You push yourself to run faster and reach out with both hands –

— only to find yourself rolling in the grass, Felix’s arms tight around your middle as he tackles you to the ground. 

You push and pull at each other, cursing and scrambling very ungracefully.  You get out of his arms but he climbs on top of you, then you knee him in the gut so he rolls over, but when you start crawling he grabs your ankles and drags you back. 

Ultimately, he Taekwondo Masters you onto your front, hands clasped behind your back.  You kick your feet and wail despondently into the grass as he kneels over you, breathing raggedly and swearing again. 

“You’re a monster!” you shout.  “You’re a tyrant and a bully and you have no right to – HEY!”

He handcuffs you.

“Ha.”  He leans in close, speaking right into your ear.  “I win.” 

“That’s not fair,” you say.  “You can’t just—ahh!”  You wail in petulance as he lifts you onto your feet.  His grip on your bicep is unyielding so you are forced to stomp alongside him as he escorts you…

…back to the sidewalk.

“You’re not busting me?” you ask in confusion.  You thought for sure he was going to drag you into some shady office and plop you in a chair until the police arrived.   He would probably be super boring and professional about it, staring at you with his dumb horny eyes but not doing anything about it.  Nothing sucks more than being all trussed up by a pretty boy with manners. 

“I just want you to go and never come back,” Felix says. 

“Fine.”  You turn around and hold your arms straight behind you.  “But I’m like a wolf, Felix.  I have your scent for life.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says.  “Not how wolves work by the way.  But fine.”

“Oh wow, sorry.  Didn’t realize you majored in Wolfology.  You got any other fun facts?”  

“You are so—”

You smirk at his grumbling.  You are just biding your time until he uncuffs one wrist, then you whip around faster than he can compute the action.  With one cuff still attached, you grab the second and clamp it down on his wrist.  He sputters in bewilderment, at which point you snatch the keys.

“What are you doing—”  He tries to grab them but your joined hands make the angle too awkward.  You spin around together in a few circles, bonk heads twice, until finally you reel back and chuck the keys as far into the distance as possible. 

He stands there, mouth agape.  You tap your foot impatiently. 

When he realizes what has happened – that you have handcuffed yourself to him and thrown away the keys – he looks at you with fiery eyes, fierce enough you stumble.  He yanks your joined hands, the chain ungiving.  You watch as he goes through several stages of grief in a matter of moments.  Then he closes his eyes and breathes in and out.    

“Why,” he says slowly, “did you just do that?” 

“I dunno, Felix,” you say.  You plop down on the ground and sit cross-legged.  It forces him to bend over, your cuffed wrist dragging him down.  “Guess we’ll have to go inside and get some back-up keys.  And when I’m in the stadium and you uncuff yourself from me, I promise not to run away.”   

“That’s your plan?” he snaps.  “That’s your plan?” 

“What, is there an echo out here?”

“That’s your plan?” he asks again, his deep voice pitching up an octave.  He crouches down and shoves his free hand into his hair, shaking his head.  “This can’t be happening,” Felix says, more out loud to himself than you.  “Why is this happening.  Oh my god.” 

You squeak when he tugs on the chain, yanking you close, nose to nose.

“What if I just called for back-up?” he asks. “Or skipped that and went right to the police?  How would you get out of that?”

“Wait,” you say.  “Why aren’t you doing that?” 

“Because.”

He leans back as far as he can, sitting on his heels.  You duck your head, trying to meet his eye to no avail.  He clenches his jaw.

“Felix,” you say.  “Why aren’t you just calling for back-up?”

“Because,” he says through gritted teeth.  “The handcuffs.  Are.  Not.  Regulation.” 

You look at each other.  There is a long moment of silence. 

Then, “What!”  You cackle with complete and utter abandon. 

A very unamused Felix glares at you while you throw your head back and laugh. 

“You?” you cry, poking your finger against his chest.  “You?  You?  You are just walking around with a pair of handcuffs that you aren’t supposed to have?  What the fuuuuuck—”  You think you might die laughing. 

“Jisung gave them to me before our shift!” he exclaims.  “It was a joke because— Never mind! I don’t have to explain myself to you!  Hello.  Hello.”  He grabs your chin with his free hand and turns your face roughly to his.   He jingles your joined hands.  “Not regulation,” he says.  “There are no other keys in this building.” 

Silence falls again. 

Then, “Oh.”  You stare at him.  “Shit.” 

A minute later, you and Felix are scuttling around trying to find the key.  You must have a very good arm because it landed near the stadium and disappeared in some bushes.   

You and Felix keep forgetting your wrists are connected, reaching in opposite directions only to snap back together.  You are certain you are going to end the night with a few bumps and bruises. 

The entire time you are searching for the key, Felix is grumbling irritably.  He tears his way through a bush, his deep voice pitching up with a miserable whine when he can’t find it. 

“This is so stupid,” he says.  He throws a stick at the wall.  “I am a good worker.  I never break the rules.  I am not getting in trouble for this. You did this.  You did this to me.” 

On he goes, grumble, grumble, grumble, bitch, bitch, bitch. 

“It’s not like the key disappeared,” you say, pushing some pebbles around.  “It has to be here somewhere.” 

It is starting to get dark, the sky a deep purple.  The stadium lights blare down on you.  Felix uses his phone flashlight to beam extra light at the ground.  The only time he stops grumbling is when the noise in the stadium changes, the concert clearly beginning.  He takes time out of his busy searching schedule to give you a mean smile. 

“When we find those keys,” you say, “I’m handcuffing you to that railing over there and leaving you to freeze to death in your stupid tank top.”

“It’s not a tank top,” he says.  “It’s a t-shirt.  I cut the sleeves off.  And when we find those keys, I’m handcuffing you to that railing over there and phoning the police.”

“Well then,” you say, “may the best key finder in a slutty tank top win.” 

“It’s not a tank top.”   

You continue to search.  It is utterly illogical that the keys would just vanish but the longer it takes, the more concerned you get.   It just doesn’t make sense!  Things don’t just disappear!  The keys landed somewhere over here, so they have to be…

You see it first.  You sit there in a stunned stupor.  You swat at Felix with your cuffed hand.

“What?” he says without looking at you.  You continue to slap him until he forces your hand down, tangling your fingers with his.  “What!” 

You point.  He crowds in behind you to look over your shoulder.  You feel him exhale. 

“Please don’t tell me…”   

You both lean to look down the sewer drain.  He flashes his phone light over it.  Something silver glints back in the darkness. 

“Fuck!” Felix says.  He doesn’t stop there.  What follows is a string of cusses so unbelievably foul and complex that you honestly believe it should quality him for Pulitzer in poetry.  When he has exhausted every expletive in several different languages, he plops down on his ass and stares up at the sky with mute despondency.   

“So what happens now?” you ask.  “Do we fuck?”

“What?”  He looks at you with utter bewilderment.  “What the fuck?  Why would you suggest that?  What would that solve?”

“Nothing,” you say.  “But it would kill the time and couldn’t make things worse.” 

“You are insane,” he says.  “I am handcuffed to an insane person.” 

“Hey, ‘mate’, you were the one with the non-regulation handcuffs in the first place.  I could solve this problem real quick by phoning the authorities myself and saying some crazy guy put me in cuffs.” 

“I dare you,” he says.  “Try.”

“No,” you say.  And not just because you have a record with the police and they would never take your side.  But Felix doesn’t need to know that.  Well, you suspect Felix is smart enough to guess it, but he doesn’t need the confirmation.  “I’d rather make you suffer,” you say instead.  You sit back in an insouciant slouch like the whole circumstance is beneath your attention.  “Figure it out, pretty boy.” 

“Well,” he says, “apparently if you break your wrists then you can force them through the cuffs.”

“Ew!” You push him in the middle of his chest.  He doesn’t fall, but he does glare at you.  “We’re not doing that!  What a stupid plan!  You’ve been guzzling the hair dye fumes, buddy.  Think of a plan that doesn’t involve injury, thank you.” 

“I didn’t want to do this,” Felix says with another put-upon sigh, “but fine.  I have another pair at home so the keys—”

“Wait,” you interrupt.  “I thought someone gave you the cuffs today?  Why do you have another key at home?”

“I have another pair,” he repeats, “of the same handcuffs.”

“You—”

“Already own a pair, yes, move on.”  He aggressively pushes hair out of his eyes.  “He clearly bought it from the same place so my key should work for this one too.”

“So despite your uppity school boy routine, you do own non-regulation handcuffs and not just as a joke.  Wow, Felix.”  You giggle helplessly.  “Be careful or I might start to like you.” 

He is glaring at you, no surprise, but the tips of his ears blush pink. 

“Let’s just go,” Felix says.  “The sooner I get you off, the sooner I can forget about your existence.”

“You can get me off as fast or slow as you like—ahh!” 

Once more, the secret superman is manhandling you onto your feet.  Without pausing for breath, he turns and marches away.  You are forced to stumble behind his swift strides, your hands swinging close enough that your fingertips brush every so often.   

“How do I know you’re not gonna murder me?” you ask.

“You don’t,” he replies.

“How do you know I’m not gonna murder you?” 

“I don’t.”  He sounds more annoyed than afraid.  “But it sounds better than being cuffed to you forever.  I’ll take my chances.  Come on.” 

“Not like I have a choice,” you grumble. 

He comes to an abrupt halt and you crash into him with a sharp exhale.  He grabs your hand and tugs you close. You blink at him with surprise while he tips his head in that studious way.

“You’re right,” he says. “You don’t.  In fact, it’s almost nice, you forced to finally do what I’m asking.  If you’re not careful, it might even make me like you.” 

It is so cold and sarcastic. 

It gets you so hot. 

Seriously, what is with your stupid brain?  How does it cross the wires of fear and desire like that?  Felix is speaking at you with that deep, dark, nasty voice of his and your heart should be skipping beats in concern, not because you think he’s sexy when he’s being a bitch.  

You hide it from him well enough, glaring at him like he glared at you.  He just snorts and shakes his head. 

“What?” you ask. 

“Interesting,” he replies.  “Very interesting.”   

“What?”

“Nothing.”  He smiles politely, for a moment looking like the unassuming pretty boy you thought he was.  He bats his long eyelashes at you, smiles a coy smile, and squeezes your hand.   “Come on,” he says.  “We tried this your way and it got us in trouble.  Time to be a good girl and do it my way.  No, stop, don’t say anything.  Be quiet.  Just walk.  Let’s go.” 

You stumble when he tugs you after him.  Your mouth is hanging open yet again.   

You are proud to say that in your many years of bad girl shenanigans, you have never truly met your match.  You’ve played pretend a few times, let a couple losers think they won, if only because you liked the game of it.  But no one has ever really taken control.  No one has ever really beat you.  No one has ever come close. 

No one.  Until today. 

You glare at the back of Felix’s head, brain stampeding as fast as your heart.   Because finally, you’ve found him, your perfect match.  Lashed to you through the metal manifestation of fate’s red string. 

You didn’t know what game you were playing before, but now you do.

And you’re going to win.  

[bettyfrommars]

Handcuffs & Crab Rangoon

(also known as How I Met Your Mother)

playgirl!Eddie x Reader

By Request! From this ask, directly inspired by this delicious artwork by @sporelium (run don't walk if you haven't seen it yet) but also inspired by the 1995 Peter Steele Playgirl cover. Peter notoriously kept his joystick hard for most of the 6-7 hour shoot because he thought readers of the magazine would enjoy it more than if it were flaccid (I'm fine either way, but damn, thanks baby). wc: 4.3k

18+Only, mature content, smut, rockstar!Eddie, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, reader wears overalls, pet names, fingering, mention of Eddie's scars, accidental edging, sex on the job, sneaky sex, she/her is used once, no y/n, reader is a tough cookie, but Eddie is magic. It is the mid-90's.

Playgirl!eddie afterthoughts

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You’d been helping out a photographer for risqué magazine shoots as an assistant for almost 5 months now.  It was the fourth job you had just to keep yourself afloat while trying to live an independent life in LA. To make it in show business you had to be extremely talented, drop dead gorgeous, backed by generational wealth, or just plain lucky, and you were none of those.  So, you broke your back to make ends meet while taking night classes and working on the script you were writing with two other friends.

The studio loft on the second floor was an expansive space with windows overlooking the industrial district all along the wall.  Sasha, the photographer, stood adjusting her camera on the tripod, while the makeup artist touched up the rockstar you were working with that day, and Need You Tonight by INXS played low from the radio on a nearby shelf.  

You saw him from the back first; long, dark wavy hair hanging down over the white robe he wore to protect his modesty for the time being.  You noticed that his hands were strong and calloused as they hung at his sides.  June, the makeup artist, was on a step stool to blot his nose with powder and fix the crown of his hair.  

June saw you coming and introduced you, causing Eddie to turn on his heel, tightening the sash on his robe as he did.

You sucked in your bottom lip to hold back a whimper at the zing you felt when his warm hazelnut eyes met yours.  His full, soft lips parted in greeting, a long strand from his bangs bouncing on his eyelash, his gaze rolling over you from head to foot indulgently.

Of course, you’d heard of rock star Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin. At one of your other jobs, a girl you worked with had his magazine cutouts taped to the inside of her locker.  Last year, he was Cher’s date to the Grammys.  He was getting ready to go on tour, and procuring tickets was all any of your friends could talk about.

But, goddamn, he was much better looking in person than any tabloid or tv show could've ever prepared you for, and the chemistry vibrating in the space between the two of you was palpable.  

“Eddie…Munson, you say?” You squinted, as if you were trying to place him, like the name sounded familiar but you didn’t know why while June fixed the back of his hair. “Football player, right?”

The tip of his tongue sipped out to wet his lips, curling one side of his mouth up in a half grin.  “I love a girl who knows her sports.”

There were a few loaded seconds there when the two of you just sank into a sexually charged stare-down, both unwilling to budge.  

Sasha called your name, snapping you out of it.  She came over to let Eddie know what your role was, and encouraged him to let you know if there was anything you could do to help him relax.  She finished explaining a few things to him while you brought over a glass of lemon water.  

Sasha walked away and he took a sip, keeping his eyes on you over the glass, smirking.

“What?” you mirrored the smirk.  “This will be such an easy job for me because I know you rockstars don’t have any problem taking your cocks out and being admired in public.”

“Oh, you know me, huh?” He challenged.

You worked your jaw, pussy clenching, wondering what he looked like out of his robe.  “You’re all the same, aren’t you? Arrogant, over-sexed, and too pretty for your own good.”

“Well, you got me on the pretty part,” he winked.  “But nah, I’m not a rockstar.  I’m just a small-town freak who got lucky and, this has all been fucking overwhelming to tell you the truth.”  Eddie was tall, with broad shoulders, and your mouth dried up a little at the tattoos on his forearms that peeked out from under the sleeve of the robe.

You took the glass from him when he was finished.  “We have the small town thing in common, at least,” you said with an incline of your head.

It was time to get started, but even as Sasha motioned him over, he paused next to you, so close that the ends of his hair grazed your shoulder.  “So, if I can’t get relaxed on my own, then that means you have to help me?”  He whispered it, but forcefully, so you could feel his warm breath on the side of your head.  You could smell the mix of spearmint and tobacco.

Keeping your eyes straight ahead, you swallowed hard as the woodsy spice of his scent hit your nostrils.  “I’ll do my best for you, Mr. Munson,” and then you dared to glance up, your breath hitching as he unfastened his robe and lowered it from his shoulders right in front of you, only a few feet away.  

You tried not to show emotion because you knew he was watching, but you closed your mouth to keep a yearning mew from escaping.  There were tattoos scattered around his defined muscles, but there were also fascinating scars like floral blooms along his neck, chest, and stomach. Your eyes ached to travel down to the V-shape that cut into his hips and the treasure below, but you refused to give him the satisfaction.  Not yet anyway.

You were just about to tell him he could keep the robe on until he was comfortable, but he threw the article of clothing over for you to catch.  “I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”

Half of the people Sasha photographed were too shy to take the robe off right away, and maybe Eddie would have hesitated in other circumstances, but you had a strange feeling he was doing this for you.  If Sasha wasn’t asking him to look at the camera, his eyes were always banking in your direction.  

“I think we should try the handcuffs,” Sasha said to the room, but mostly to you.  

You made your way over to where the props were, knowing that Eddie’s eyes were keeping pace, and playfully dangled the silver cuffs from your thumb and forefinger as you retrurned, wiggling your eyebrows; a gesture he was happy to return. 

“Front or behind?” You asked Sasha.

“Behind for now,” she answered.  “You okay with that Mr. Munson?”

“My god,” he chuckled, putting his hands behind his back for you to have easy access to the tender skin of his wrists.  “Call me anything but Mr. Munson.  Eddie is fine.”

You always tried to keep things very professional, but not only that—you’d been around so many naked bodies, they all started to look the same to you.  This was your job, and mostly it never even occurred to you to see the models in a lustful way..  You never let your eyes hover too long on the private parts of your clients; maybe just a glance and that was it.  But the job of fastening Eddie’s handcuffs had you taking in the firm structure of his ass like it was a visual last meal.  

You stroked your finger a few times in his palm.  “Is that too tight?” 

The combination of your touch and the way you whispered gave him chills in the best way possible and his fingers flexed, as if trying to reach out for you.  “I hope you have a key for these things,” he mumbled.

“I do,” you assured him.  “But I’m about to swallow it.”

“Hey,” he hushed over his shoulder before you could walk away.  “Should my dick be hard for this?”

You wanted to kiss his arm, you wanted to bite it.  Instead, you put your hands together and intertwined your fingers.  “Do you want it to be?”

Eddie lowered his chin, voice barely audible.  “Are you offering to help, sweetheart?

Sasha took a few more photos as he was, standing to the side, eyes flicking to where you stood behind Sasha’s shoulder.  When it was time for you to take the handcuffs off, Eddie stretched his hands, turning to face front. “No chick wants to look at a flaccid dick when they buy magazines like this,” he announced.  “Give me a second to…get ready? If you know what I mean?”

While Sasha and June went out for a smoke break, Eddie put his robe on, and headed for his private dressing room, but he paused in the door and turned to find you. His eyebrows popped up a few times,  motioned with his hand down low for you to follow him in.  You knew  you could lose your job for fornicating with Eddie during a photo shoot, but at that moment, you couldn’t have cared less.

Once you were in, Eddie closed the door and leaned back against it, his robe falling open.  He clutched a fist into the front of your overalls, pulling you closer.  Your fingertips feathered down the ridges of his scars, thumb caressing over his missing nipple, and he jutted his head forward to meet your mouth, but you were too fast, dropping to your knees to taste his cock, taking your job and his request a bit too seriously.  

“Hey wait,” he sank his hand around your throat, guiding you back up to full height.  “Kiss me first,” he brushed his lips across yours.  “And then you can kill me.”

While the tiny person in charge of your brain ran around inside your skull screaming, your  lips met his, tips of tongues introducing each other first, and then echoed moans, opening wide to take each other deeper.

“I know what will get me hard,” he told you in a breathy rush.  “Take these off,” he motioned to the overalls you were wearing.  “And sit on the counter.”

He walked forward so that you would back up, his hands supporting your waist.

You looked back at the counter top. “But we don’t have much time to—” 

“I don’t need much time,” he said, swatting a stool out of his way so it crashed to the ground.  “I want you in my mouth.”

You shivered and obeyed, unhooking your overalls, letting them fall to the floor.  You were in nothing but a tank top now, ass on the cool edge of the Formica, and he pulled your underwear down your legs, salivating and biting his lip as he did so. 

 “Fuuuuck, you are so wet,” He pushed your knees wider with his strong arms and sank his tongue into your glistening folds, flicking the nub a few times.  “Did you get this wet just for me? Hmmm?”

“Yes Eddie,” you whimpered, bracing yourself on the beige counter next to the vanity, watching him drag his chin all the way up your slit, and then pull and twist his tongue down, darting it into your hole.  His eyes met yours again, his mouth latching onto your sweet spot and sucking there.  You wrapped your legs over his shoulders and sunk your heels into his back.

His fingers dug into the meat at your hips, his mouth diving deeper, sucking in while his tongue flicked. He reached a hand down between his legs and started stroking himself, getting more and more turned at the way you were gasping and twitching.

You grabbed the top of his head.  “Fuckkk Eddie fuck just like that.”

His eyes were closed now while he devoured you, but the look on his face spoke of how seriously he took the task, rolling his tongue and working you in a way that made your eyelids flutter and a choke catch in your throat.

But then there came a knock at the door.  

It was Sasha, and thank god she didn’t try the doorknob because you hadn’t locked it in your frenzy to get on Eddie’s joystick.  . 

“Coming!” You shouted nervously, dropping to your feet, stepping into your underwear and then your overalls.  

Eddie sucked in his bottom lip, licking what was left of you from his mouth.  He caught your elbow as you were fastening the second clip.  “Can we finish this later?”

The way he asked it was almost shy, as if his face hadn’t just been between your thighs.  Meanwhile, your engorged pussy was soaking your underwear, begging to be finished.  You saw that his chin was still wet from your arousal and whisked some of it away with your thumb.

He bent to let his lips graze at your ear as he closed his robe. “I like the way you taste.”

Back out on the floor, you let Sasha know that Eddie was talking your ear off about something, but that he would be out any second.  Sasha and June exchanged a look, mostly in regards to the way the straps of your overalls were all twisted and buttoned wrong, but neither one of them addressed it.

When Eddie came out and took his robe off again, he was hard, rolling his big hand around the head a few more times as he got on the prop bed that was there for the next set.  There was a model named Cindy in lingerie there to be in the shots with him, and you felt a jealousy rise in you that didn’t make any sense.  It rose so hot in your gut while their mouths hovered inches apart, pretending they were about to kiss, that you had to look away.  Every so often, he’d glance over at you while he had his cock in his hand, determined to keep the beast hard, and you wondered if he was thinking about having his tongue inside of you.

Because, you were definitely thinking about it.  You took a little private time around the corner just to touch yourself through your denim, working your fingers at your core, wondering if you should just finish yourself off and be done with it just as Sasha finally called for another smoke break.

You tried not to be too obvious, casually strolling back to Eddie’s dressing room, making sure the model Cindy was comfortable and fetching her the sparkling water she asked for while Love Bites by Judas Priest played on the radio.

Eddie was already in there waiting, yanking you inside by the wrist so he could lock the door, planting hot, hungry kisses down along your neck. 

You dropped your overalls like they were on fire, caressing his hard length in a way that made him moan. “I need you so fucking bad,” you breathed, pulling your tank top up and over your head so that you could be flush with his skin, to feel the ridges of his scars.  “That last set was almost two hours,” you were still talking as he backed you further into the room.  “How is your cock still hard?”

His fingers slipped down through your folds and he hissed at the way you were dripping.  “Just the thought of this, sweetheart.”

There was a floral couch against the wall and when your calves met with it, you plopped down into the cushion and Eddie followed, knees to the wood floor, wrapping his arm around your thighs to take your sweet bud into his mouth again, teasing it with his nose first.

“Fuck fuck Eddie, I’m already so close,” you took a fistful of his beautiful hair, careful not to mess it up too bad and bucked against his mouth.  “You’re so good, I love it when your tongue fucks me.”

Your hole was clenching around nothing, needing more, and that was when two of his fingers slid in, the ones with the chunky metal rings, they stretched you out suddenly, making you curse with pleasure.  Eddie zig-zagged his tongue rapid fire over  your clit, groaning at the way your hole gripped his fingers.  His cock was leaking pre-cum and he thrust his hips into the couch as he felt your walls begin to ripple.

“Fuck Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum…so hard….” the orgasm seemed to snap your body in two, pulsing a waves of pleasure up your spine, making your mouth freeze open on a sharp inhale.  And then you were babbling, “cummincumming so hard, Eddie!”

“Turn over,” he demanded in a deep voice once you were able to catch your breath.  “I need to clean you up.”.

And so you got on your knees facing the wall and held onto the back of the couch, trembling at the way he spread your cheeks and lapped you up all along your drenched slit.

“We’re ready if you are!” Sasha called from out in the studio making you spin around.

“Oh shit,” you breathed, looking down at how swollen and ready his cock was.  “I can’t leave you like this.”

“I can wait, sweetheart,” he mumbled, standing to pull his robe back on and offer you his hand, tossing his hair back over his shoulder.

By the time the photo shoot was over, Eddie would’ve been edging his release for over 4 hours, and he didn’t seem phased at all about it.

It was time for the handcuffs again.  Eddie wanted a cigarette, and Sasha encouraged him to have it in a seat by the window and she’d get a few shots of him there.  He held his wrists close together in front of him while you secured the cool metal, his chocolate orbs fixed on your face.  He liked how your fingers quivered as you cuffed him, and his erection had finally softened enough to not be obnoxious, but it was still making your mouth dry up with desire.

He wanted to light the cigarette himself, so you passed him the lighter.  He spread his legs, hitching one heel up on the leg of the chair, exposing the patch of hair at the base of his cock and around his balls 

“That’s perfect,” Sasha told him, finger tapping on the shutter button, producing a blast of fast clicks..  

You glanced up at the clock, knowing your time with Eddie would be over soon.  Cindy the model could’ve gone home, but she’d decided to stay and wait to watch the rest of Eddie’s shoot, her eyes sparkling with lust.  Maybe she would be the one to get Eddie off and not you.  She was physically more what you assumed his “type” would be since, in your mind, all rock stars were the same.

You didn’t have to wonder for long which woman he’d rather fuck, because he was eyeballing you from across the room as he put his robe on and said a few last words to Sasha.  The dressing room door was hidden around the corner and down the hall, but you decided not to follow him straight in like you had the last two times; your carnal needs were making you sloppy.  This time, you went out into the stairwell to the back entrance and knocked, hoping he would get the hint because it only opened from the inside.  Eddie pushed it open with a hard metal clank, and then your hands were in his hair, and wordlessly the two of you fell into each other.  He was doing the work of unfastening your overalls while you were coherent enough to ask about condoms and he presented a string of them out of the pocket of his robe.

“You came prepared,” you stumbled over your clothes, yanking your shirt off as you went.

“Nah,” Eddie cocked his head.  “I had my gofer bring me these.  The guy is quick.” 

“How do you want me?” You kissed down his chest, flicking his one salty nipple with your tongue, making him groan.

He ripped one of the condoms off the pack and tore it open with his teeth, and then spat the paper edge out.  “I need to be able to see your face,” he crashed his nose against yours diving in for another kiss.

“Sit,” you told him, urging him back into the wooden chair in the corner of the room.  It was right next to a full length mirror so he could watch you fuck him from the side if he wanted to. There were no arms on the chair, and he complied, licking his lips, eager for whatever you had in mind while he rolled the condom on.

You kicked  your leg over him like you were mounting your motorcycle and sat your hungry, soaking hole down on the tip of his cock.  Eddie took hold of your hips and guided you down, releasing one long moan as you went.  You whined, coming down flush with his lap, his cock stretching you out in a way no one ever had before, settling yourself first before you began to move.  You pushed up from the balls of your feet, riding him, and Eddie clamped a hand onto each of your ass cheeks, creating a rhythm, using his strong arms to help lift and lower you.

Your foreheads came together as you moved, hard nipples grazing his chest. You watched him grit his teeth and gasp.  “Damn, you’re so tight.  I’m close, I’m so fucking…close,” he bit out.  

Your clit rubbed against his patch of hair as you worked, and it wasn’t long before you began to hiccup with the contraction of your own release.  Never in your life had you cum this soon and this close together.  “You’re gonna make me cum again, oh my god.”

“Yeah?” He pulled his head back.  “Look at me.”

You met his eyes as you bounced, his hips snapping up to meet you every time you bottomed out.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, finding the yearning in his stare too much to handle.  “Like, right now, right…fuck, Eddie I’m cumming!” Your head dropped to his shoulder while the tremors rolled through you, walls squeezing his cock, making his toes curl and his hips jerk erratically, the chair legs squeaking from his weight.

He held you flush to him, his release hot and plentiful; so much so, he might’ve worried about the integrity of the condom if he hadn’t been so pussy drunk on the way your hole was still clenching him like a fist.  You locked your chest to his and he caged you with his arms, locking you there.

Your knees threatened to turn to butter and betray you as you dismounted the ride of your life, both of you finding the footing to scramble around and retrieve your clothes. Eddie could stay in the dressing room as long as he wanted, but you? You were only a shell of the employee you normally were that day and you feared that Sasha was probably coming to look for you at that moment, ready to tell you to take a hike.

Eddie pulled his shirt down over his head, adjusting it over his jeans and flipped his hair from out of the collar. You snapped the first buckle on your overalls and gave him a tilt of your head. “Hey stranger, I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on,” and then you fixed yourself in the mirror quickly before planting one more kiss on him on your way to bolt for the door.

“Hey, wait,” he called out, making you turn around. “Is that it? This is goodbye?”

Eddie Munson was a beautiful rockstar. Eddie Munson was in music videos on MTV. Eddie Munson could have any woman he wanted in the world, single or taken, and so no---you hadn’t expected more to come from this. You thought maybe he had a new fuck for every day of the week and you just happened to fall into his lap at the right time when he was bored and had some time to kill.

“Did you need anything else?” You asked it in your professional assistant voice, your work voice, and put your hands in your pockets to patiently wait.

He sat down on the couch to put his Converse on, absorbed in his task as he spoke to you. “My hotel is just up the street. Are you busy tonight? We could have dinner. Anything you want, my guys will get it for us.”

“I’m busy tonight,” you lied.

“What about tomorrow?” He pushed, tying the next shoe. “I wanna hear more about this small town you grew up in. I’ve really been missing home lately.”

You softened. “I refuse to believe you are anything but a spoiled city boy.”

He stood to his full height, stretching his chest, and hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, giving you a shrug and a familiar smirk. “Just think about all the ways I could prove you wrong if you came to hang out with me tonight. I might even surprise you.”

You got all awkward for a bit, fighting with yourself over why you weren’t on your knees begging for this man. Regardless of your silence, he found an old receipt for a tin of mini mart pretzels in his pocket and wrote his room number and hotel on it.

Passing it to you pinched between his two fingers, he added without meeting your gaze, “I’d really like to see you again.”

But then Sasha was calling for you, needing help with equipment, and you were scurrying out of the room with your heart in your throat.

You paused with your hand on the doorknob. “Crab Rangoon?”

Eddie scoffed. “What did you call me?” He was jutting his arms up into the sleeves of his leather jacket when you favored him a glance over you shoulder.

You swiveled to face him and made a circular gesture with your hand as if the implication was universally understood. “If there happens to be some crab Rangoon at your hotel tonight, I will stop by.”

Eddie’s face was blank, totally unreadable for a few seconds, and then a smile teased at the corners of his mouth, crept across his face, and jumped to his eyes. He gave a nod, “crab Rangoon it is then.”

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[wontontrap]

Fast & Loud | 18+

90s Eddie with a goth raver

AU where they won and everything is normal 🥲

This is my first smut, enjoy! ♥

Word count 2.6k

TW: rough sex, choking, manhandling, semi-public sex, hallucinogenic drug use (descriptions of uncomfortable trip symptoms), unprotected sex (fuck responsibly irl folks), mentions of knife play, mentions of gangbanging, mentions of human sacrifice

Middle of nowhere and fucked in the back of a van by the Hawkins Cult Killer. Yet she was the dangerous one.

♰ smut under the cut ♰

Once the charges of '86 were dropped, everyone wanted to see Corroded Coffin live, and every girl with a bad boy fetish wanted to fuck the Hawkins Cult Killer.

Eddie was a lover at heart, and it took him a while to get used to the women who wanted it violent. He retired his handcuff belt a few years ago. It both aged him and made him look kitsch, but he realized now that the past groupies who complimented him on his belt leaned towards the more macabre ways in the bedroom.

He remembers the night a bombshell blonde asked him to put his bowie knife to her throat in the back of the van. She was completely bare with a body like a playboy centerfold. Sick in the head with the wettest pussy he'd ever been in. He came quick that night, railing her hard. It was absolute abuse. He never played dangerous games in the bedroom again but when he was alone at night, or when he was having trouble finishing with a partner, he'd remember it. It always made him wonder if he was really the terrible person everyone still thought he was.

He eventually tired of the women who asked him and the other band members to sacrifice them, gangbang them, or worse. He quit the music scene and dissolved the band in 1990, after four years of touring the small circuit. They could've been big, but he hated to be thought of that way - to sell out in that way. To sell his soul he worked so hard to save, that others had laid their lives and reputations on the line to protect. He took the money from the two years of touring and bought he and his uncle a real home, allowing Wayne to retire early. He took a respectable job at a local factory and even joined the union.

It was now 1994 and the metal scene was almost non-existent. It had been choked out by the monotonous drone of the grunge era and something called nu-metal was beginning to seep into the zeitgeist. Cobain was gone and labels scrambled to fill the Nirvana void. Some months ago, Eddie received a phone call from someone claiming to be a label scout wanting to discuss rebranding Corroded Coffin to "Corroded", and dampening their sound. He impolitely declined.

There was one new genre that Eddie didn't mind.

Trance.

House.

The music played at raves. It was fast and loud like metal. Booming base and intricate electronic melodies reminding him of the solos he used to play on stage. The more illegal the venue, the better. He loved to lurk within them, a wallflower. The drugs were free, and the people were freer. Tonight he drove all the way to downtown Indianapolis. A large abandoned building in the old coal district.

No one was ever watching the door at these things. He made his way up to the main entrance and heard a hushed toned behind him say, "Do you think that's really him?"

A much harsher but just as hushed tone responded, “You'd think he’d at least change his look. Sad really. How obvious.”

He was used to still being a pariah back home, but hearing that interaction made him feel a moment of deep despondency. Still, he persisted through the crowd, finding the perfect spot to smoke the rest of his cigarettes while feeling the deep base within his chest. He was incredibly lucky to have found another genre as cleansing to him as his first love of metal.

He scanned the dance floor, raves being a perfect place for so-called people watching. His eyes fixated on a young woman dancing atop a metal platform. medium height and black hair dressed in a leather skirt and corset. Already she had his attention. The sleeves of her cropped sweater were torn to shreds, held together by a scattering of safety pins and her torso was somewhat exposed, the corset putting her chest on full display for him. She had on the darkest of makeup, and her hair was gathered into two small buns, chopped up bangs framing her doll-like eyes. She looked liked something out of a corner store comic book, he thought. Her movements were quick and fluid and the flashing lights matching each beat gave the illusion that with each new sound she was magically in a new position.

She was entirely his type. The industrial gothic style reminded him of the metal babes he enjoyed so much back in the day.

She noticed him noticing her. And after a few glances she began to stare at him. He felt exposed somehow and turned his eyes away. He began looking for a path out of the crowd.

She jumped from the platform, jogging over to him. She grabbed his arm and called out “Wait, I know you!"

He turned to face her.

"You're Eddie Munson. You were Corroded Coffin's guitarist. She says with a smile, "I'd know that face anywhere.”

He responds with a crooked smile, bringing his nearly spent cigarette to his lips and taking a final drag. He flattens it between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to answer her, "Listen, you're not one of those-"

"I'm not a true crime groupie," she says, "I swear. I just recognized you from your band. I saw you play in ’89."

“Granted,” she begins again, “I used to dream about that face between my legs."

She laughed now, a bit awkwardly, which he thought was adorable.

He stays silent, letting his eyes do his talking. He scans her body from her cleavage, to her hips, hugged by that poor excuse for a leather skirt, and back up to those bright eyes.

She smiled ever so sweetly at him before saying, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look lonely. I can fix that."

He watched as she carefully placed a small tab of ecstasy on her tongue.

"Take this" she said, cupping his face in her hands.

She pulled his face to hers and he immediately opened in submission to her kiss. He hadn't tripped in some time, and there was no better time than now. This dark beauty already so down for him. When she pulled away he felt the tab begin to dissolve on his tongue, bitter and electric. She placed a different colored tab on her own and took his hand, leading him to dance.

His tolerance for harder drugs had diminished now that he was practicing the art of the upstanding citizen, rather than the depraved rockstar. In only minutes, the music began to muffle in his ears and his arms and legs began to grow heavy with tingling in his fingers and toes starting to follow. He felt the sweet swell of his cock hardening as she moved her body against his. He was never much for dancing, so he stood there with his head thrown back, basking in the flashing lights. He was only her prop and he was enjoying it. She put his hands where she wanted them, moving them closer and closer to the band of her leather skirt. She was only teasing him before she turned around to face him. She wrapped her leg around his waist and leaned backwards, dipping herself almost to the ground. In a flash, she was now inches away from his face, hands on his chest.

She kissed him again, deep, and he responded in kind. She pulled away from him and took his hand. They threaded themselves carefully through the crowd as she led him out of the venue and into the field of parked cars.

"Where's yours?" she asked, breathlessly.

Eddie tried to get his bearings, the cool night air returning some semblance of coherent thought to his mind, but his whole body still throbbed with ecstasy. He sounded the van's alarm and they soon made their way to the rear doors. He opened them and ushered her into the back. Once inside he fumbled with the latch, the drug she'd slipped him now in full effect. In the enclosed space he began to breathe heavily, and flopped himself on a heap of nearby dusty blankets.

He felt as if he were cooking from the inside out, and he needed to touch himself. He shed his top layers before unzipping his jeans and wrapping his hand around his cock. He sighed in relief. He stroked himself and continued to sigh and hum.

"You sound so sweet, killer." he heard her say.

In his haze he'd forgotten she was there. He turned to find her laid on her stomach, ass up and moving it up and down slowly as her soaking wet cunt swallowed her fingers over and over again. Her heavy boots thrown into the corner, she hadn't taken off her fishnet stockings. Nothing was stopping her from delving her first two fingers into herself through the large holes. No panties, he thought.

In complete drug lust, he crawled over to her and tasted her. She removed her fingers, sighing deeply. She raised her body into a better position, giving him full access to her. He quickly brought her over the edge with his tongue while she let out the most gorgeous moans. She returned the favor in kind, swallowing his cock over and over again until her makeup ran from her doll eyes and he dripped from her chin. Still reeling from the X, he wasn't surprised he was ready to go again so soon. Those damn tights, he thought, as they laid bare her center. They were perfect for him to push right into her, but he couldn't help ripping them from her body.

“Has anyone ever told you,” she starts, “that you are the most beautiful color.”

He stares into her eyes, her blown pupils threatening to overtake those bright irises.

"You sound different than I feel,” he remarks.

"Because I didn't take X,” she says laughing, "I dropped acid."

"Brat", he rasps.

"What're you gonna do about it, killer?" She asks, undoing her corset and tossing it to the side. She gave him the greediest look.

He lifted her hips to his and easily pushed into her soaking wetness. He began a relentless pace.

“Such a sloppy cunt,” he told her.

"Such a sloppy, sloppy cunt for such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

She mewled for him, reaching her hand down to rub her clit.

“You like to fuck criminals?” he asked her, “You like to fuck killers? That turn you on?”

His tone was reprimanding.

“No,” she replied, with a small giggle, “I like to fuck musicians.”

He cracked a smile then and pounded her even harder. She screamed and moaned and somehow wound up on top of him bouncing on his hard cock. She squeezed him hard like this, cumming with a small gush onto his pelvis. His rough hands played with her tits. Her cropped sweater was still on and without the corset it landed just at the swell of them. She leaned forward to grind against him as he continued to pound into her from below, both feet on the floor and back arched for leverage. She came again, shaking.

"Get on your knees for me,” he says.

She obliged him and once in position, he entered her again. With his pants still around his thighs, the metal of his belt made a rhythmic *clink* sound with each hard thrust, grazing the back of her thighs. He noticed when it did, she gave him an extra, more delicate moan. Just like all the rest of them, he thought.

The new position giving him better purchase, he continued to punish her sweet cunt the way she deserved. She showed him her appreciation by gushing again all over the van's carpet, while she screamed obscenities.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear harshly, “Some mouth on you.”

She nuzzled into the side of his neck then, and he turned her face to his and kissed her deeply once more.

She let herself fall gently forward, rolling over, her legs still spread wide for him. He entered her more slowly this time, wrapping his hand around her neck and giving a small squeeze.

"This alright?" he asks, "You like this shit?"

She gave a small nod of approval before saying, "Do it, killer. Use me up."

At that, he relentlessly pounded her.

Through her loud whines and those mewls again, he asks, "You ever shut your mouth?"

"Shut it for me,” she snaps, and he continues his assault with one hand on her throat, and the other covering her mouth.

It's things like this that always did it for him, and he felt his end approaching. Quickly he pulled out of her and came on her still flushed chest. He continued to stroke his cock, riding out his own orgasm as his drug addled body shook and his brain drenched itself in every pleasure chemical. Below him, she reached her final orgasm by rubbing her swollen clit while looking him dead in the eyes.

Middle of nowhere and fucked in the back of a van by the Hawkins Cult Killer. Yet she was the dangerous one, he thought.

"Do you know what color you are?" she asks him, after a few moments of silence.

"Go on, tell me" he says, as he tucks himself back in.

Legs still spread, fingers ghosting over her sensitive cunt, she says "You're fire, killer. Fiery red, but sometimes you're all orange embers and black ash."

He had to get her out of here. The X threatening to creep up on him again. He didn't think she could take another round, not with what he'd want to do to her now that he'd tested her waters well beyond his imaginings.

The complete surprise of this night began to set in as she sat up to dress herself with what was left of her outfit. No, he could never settle for lackluster head at the edge of the dance floor again.

He intently watched her finish dressing, and immediately after she threw open the van's rear doors. The chilled air ran over him and he put his flannel back on before hopping out and lighting a fresh cigarette. He offered it to her and she took her fill before starting her walk back to the ongoing rave.

"Hey!" he called after her.

She turned around to face him.

"What's your name?"

"Miranda," she says, through that adorable laughter.

"Lemme see it one more time, Miranda.”

She leaned back on the hood of the car next to her, and spread her legs wide. No panties and no stockings now either. She teased him by spreading her pussy for him. He flicked his cigarette onto the ground, and crossed the space between them.

He dropped to his knees and gave her pussy the sloppiest kiss. Soon he was flicking his tongue over her clit while her cunt swallowed his fingers knuckle deep, stopping at his large rings. She shivered at the cold sensation each time.

“You ring so red!” she cried out.

She grabbed a handful of his curls and started to grind on his face. He removed his fingers from her and she heard the distinct sound of his belt being unbuckled. He stood up, cock ready once again. He grabbed her corset at the plunge and ripped it clean in half, revealing her tits to him again. She gasped at the action.

"That's better,” he whispered.

[mouthfullofmunson]

Okay but rockstar Eddie

Let’s talk

Bc I’m obsessed with this idea

He absolutely hates the paparazzi

But they seem to be so obsessed with him

Catching him while he’s shopping, while he’s at dinner, while he’s driving down the road to go back to his house

Even at his house- and that’s the time they also got photos of him in handcuffs after he had to fuck up a pap for sneaking photos of his wife through the window

Even catching photos of him and his wife fucking in his car, or on the tour bus- which sold for a good chunk of change

And dispite how rude he was to the paps he was actually the biggest sweetheart

Anytime a fan stopped him when he was out he was happy to have a conversation with them and give them a quick hug

And when the little ones come over to talk to him he’s always so happy and always poses for a photo with them

But he’s also like “oh my god why does this little thing know who I am?” Extremely worried bc kids shouldn’t know who he is

And when his fans ask him to sigh something he’s so willing “of course I’ll sign it for you sweetheart, who do I make it out to? Kelly, okay and that’s k-e-l-l-y? Gorgeous.”

And y/n is usually not jealous of fans, she’s been with Eddie for years and years and they’ve been married for a few years- he’s never really given her a reason to get jealous either

But when he’s extra nice to fans or lets them get in too many hugs or lets them get away with too many cheek kisses she’s definitely a little jealous

And she knows she’s being dramatic

Those are the times they get caught fucking by his tour manager, his band mates, or the paps

By now the paps has probably hundreds of photos of Eddie’s foggy car windows while they fuck

And his band is so traumatized from the amount of times they have walked into the tour bus only to be met with y/n sitting on Eddie’s face, or Eddie fucking Y/n while her mascara is running down her face, y/n on her knees for Eddie while his eyeliner is all rubbed off and smudged across his eyes

And before a show he always gets a little nervous because if one person fucks up the whole show is fucked

But after a show goes perfect, like always, he’s on fucking fire

And most nights he’s on one

So he runs back to the only “room” on the tour bus (the guys probably didn’t put up a fight bc I imagine Eddie is the only married one bc they are all still desperate to live out their rockstar dream)- where his wife went as soon as the show was over and he’s like “c’mon, I’ve got to fuck you. If I don’t fuck you in the next two second in going to explode”

And he’s peeling off her see through red dress she wore to the concert (I think y/n would wear stuff like that often, all see through so he could see her tits from the stage with her lace panties under it, her tits bouncing while she dances) and he’s instantly pushing her into the bed and shoving his pants down frantically before he fucks her like he hasn’t seen her in a year

Making the bed squeal loud as fuck while he pins her down, her legs dangling around his hips while hHe leans over the bed and fucks her, his pants pooled around her ankle where he stood

And he doesn’t stop until they are both almost ready to pass out

And he flops on the bed before he lights up a joint, the tiny window open wide while he sits with his wife, both of them completely naked while he wraps his arm around her shoulders and shared a quick joint with her

And then they are out for the night

I also think he does not care about pda

If he’s trying to tongue down his wife and someone is uncomfortable they can just look away, he’s busy trying to make out with his wife

He’s constantly sitting her on his lap

And he’s got to either hav ran arm around ehr shoulder if they are walking next to each other, or his hand on her ass

And if they are out to dinner together he’s going to have his hand on her thigh, or occasionally he’ll shove his hand up her shirt and grab at her tit

And parties? Yeah, he’s in the corner trying to fuck his wife because she’s probably wearing something a little slutty, see through, tiny, anything that shows off some skin

I think she dresses a lot like him though

Baggy black boyfriend jeans, cropped Guns N’ Roses shirts, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica, but usually it’s a corroded coffin shirt and Eddie even convinced the merchandise team to make every shirt in white so when y/n wears them he can see her tits through them

Then its stolen things from Eddie’s closet

And skimpy little dresses

Lots of slip dresses

She basically just wears lingerie anytime she has to dress up for a show, a party, an award show, anything like that

And Eddie loves it

He loves knowing everyone can see but he’s the only one that can touch

They definitely have the most disgusting sex

Especially after y/n throws her panties up on stage or something stupid to see him smile

Spitting in each others mouths, spitting on each other, pee, Eddie doing anything he can to get her to squirt all over him, Eddie cumming all over her face and tits, cumming all over her pussy

I think Eddie would do basically anything for his wife to pee on him or in his mouth

And he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s into piss either, he’s loud and proud

Oh and period sex, Eddie is obsessed

Eating her out and getting his face all messy with her blood before he comes up and fucks her, sitting a towel down on the bed first of course, he’s not completely messy!

But after he would shove his boxers back on and walk out of the room just to see the other boys half terrified

“What?! You look like you saw a ghost.”

“You’re covered in blood”

Eddie just laughs.

And in interviews he gets a little loose lipped so y/n has to stand with Eddie manager and lawyer to make sure he didn’t say anything that crossed the line

Because a few times he’s “jokingly” talked about drinking his wife’s piss or “jokingly” said that he puts his wife in a collar or something

But they weren’t jokes

And everyone knew that

And once they pop out the first munson baby and eddie gets questioned about it he’s like

“Well, the little shit was an accident- you see it was after a show and we were super h-“

Y/n gives him the look

“But I love ‘em to death. It’s so bad ass to be a father, I’ve got a wife and a baby to look after and I’m still doing my shit and touring and whatever.”

all the thoughts i have 😢

:)

[ageofbarbarians]

Bent Over // J.T.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: You and Jake had thrown a small dinner party so he could discuss things regarding the new album. You were bored most of the day since his attention was mainly drawn towards the boys so you decide to play a little game...

Warnings: Adult Content 18+ MINORS DNI! Language, Heavy Smut, Choking, Hair Pulling, Name Calling, Penetration, Oral (M & F Receiving), Handcuffs, Personal Massager, Gagging. 

Word Count: 7.7K

M A S T E R L I S T

Jake was pissed. Pissed was honestly an understatement, but it was your fault for getting yourself into this situation, and honestly? You didn’t even care. You were thrilled. A little scared of what was to come, but more excited than anything.

Jake had talked to you a couple of days ago about having his brothers over for dinner to discuss the new album. You agreed since you enjoyed their company, but when the day came, you didn’t realize Jake would pay you almost no attention. Not that you needed it, but if you knew it was going to be that way you would’ve invited a friend to keep you company.

The morning had started with a heated make-out session but it never went any further than that even though you both were wound up. Jake had a lot to do when it came to prepping, and you decided to help him. He threw his ideas at you that he was going to pitch to the boys and they were all great, but it was all he was talking about the entire day. Sure, you knew he was nervous but even for just a few minutes you wanted to talk about a different topic, you didn’t even care what it was.

You were extremely supportive of Jake and you were beyond proud of how far he and the boys have come, but he’s been so busy with this new album and it wouldn’t be long until he would leave for tour again and you would be left alone. It was one of the things you dreaded about your relationship. You were hoping there was a chance you would get to go on this leg of the tour but you weren’t going to hold your hopes high.

Jake had run off to take a quick shower, leaving you to do the rest of the food prep. There wasn’t much left but you would’ve preferred his help to get it done quicker. You could hear the shower running upstairs and music was muffled from the speaker you left in the bathroom. You continued chopping up some fruit and it wasn’t long before you heard the water shut off.

The timing was almost perfect since there was a knock on the door and you could hear the three obnoxious boys outside. You wiped your sticky hands off with a wet paper towel and dried them off on your skirt. You gave your appearance a once over in the mirror in your living room before you went to open the door. You wore one of Jake’s t-shirts that was tied in the front to resemble a crop top and a black skirt that hit around the middle of your thighs.

“Hey guys, so good to see you!” You gave a friendly smile to your boyfriend's brothers and let them inside. Josh gave you a quick peck on the check and you did the same as you gave him a quick hug. You hugged Sam and Danny and lead them towards the kitchen where you continued to do your prep.

"Hey mama, how are you?" Josh greeted before going to sit at the bar along the counter. 

“Where’s Jake? Why is he leaving you to do all the work?” Sam asked. You laughed and shook your head. He went to the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a knife from one of the drawers and started cutting up so veggies. 

“He just got out of the shower. He was helping me earlier, he should be down in a minute.” You finished cutting up some strawberries and put them into a large glass bowl.

“How have you been, Y/N? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Danny piped up. You looked up at him as he was sitting across from you at the bar. You shrugged and began washing some blackberries.

“It’s been okay. Just trying to finish up school and I’ve been working a lot. What about you guys? I’ve missed having you guys around.” You responded simply.

You used to have the boys over almost every night. There was always something going on, whether it was a fire, having a movie night, or even just drinking to get drunk. You loved having them around and they were like family to you. They were all extremely protective but they knew in the end that you were Jake’s, and only Jake’s.

“Hey, guys.” Jake appeared in the kitchen and smiled lightly at them. His hair was still damp but you scanned his body, a small wave of heat rushing to your core. It was crazy how just looking at him made you feel some type of way, but you just knew he was the one. His outfit was simple. A black shirt that only had a few of the bottom buttons buttoned, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of his favorite boots, and he had on a couple of necklaces that hung down onto his chest. It wasn’t something that was out of the ordinary for him to wear but just right at this moment, he looked extremely sexy.

“Making the misses do all the work?” Sam teased.

“I know right? He never even helps me.” You playfully rolled your eyes and Jake shook his head.

“Did you tell them that I didn’t help you? That’s not even true!” He sat a glass of wine in front of you and opened a beer for himself.

“Yeah, she did. She told us how she isn’t satisfied in bed either and she might need help from a real man.” Josh chimed in. You gasped at his crude comment and started rapidly shaking your head.

“Josh shut up that is not even close to being true. I did tell them that you were helping me, they're just being assholes.” You turned towards Jake and leaned your head on him. Josh laughed and Jake just glared at him.

This conversation was one of the first things that pissed Jake off.

About a half hour later all of the side dishes were done and all Jake had to do was finish grilling. You decided to keep it simple with some hamburgers and hotdogs, and a couple of the vegan ones for Sam. The five of you sat around the table that was on your back deck and the boys began talking about upcoming promotions.

You weren’t paying too much attention to their conversation, considering most of it you didn’t even understand. They talked about what they were going to do for the promotions, what they should do for merch, what songs they should release as singles, and the list just kept going on and on. Out of all of the things that they talked about, the merch and music were really all that made sense to you. You sat there quietly eating your food, moving things around with a fork just waiting for the dinner to be over with so you could have Jake to yourself for the rest of the evening. You sipped on your wine, deciding if you should just bring out the entire bottle since you knew you'd finish it yourself or if you should just keep it classy and leave it in a glass. You decided to just keep it in a glass because you didn't need any questions from Jake or the boys. Even though it wouldn't have been the first time but now just wasn't the time. 

"What do you think, babe?" Jake tapped his finger in front of you and you looked up from your plate, not even realizing you had completely zoned out from the conversation. You blinked at him a few times and he sighed, realizing you weren't paying attention.

"For the tour, what do you think a good idea for the name would be? That's one of the main things we haven't really figured out." He repeated his question and you looked back down at your food and thought for a moment. You were honestly surprised that they were even asking for your input considering they were doing most of the figuring out themselves. You thought back to the overall concept of the tour that they were going for. Since the cover and the album name were decided you realized that the color scheme was black and gold. You had even seen a couple of Josh's outfits that he would be wearing for portions of the tour as well as photoshoots.

"What about the Dreams in Gold Tour? You guys have a lot of gold for the promos and one of the songs is Weight of Dreams, I mean it would make sense." You shrugged and looked at each one of the boys to gauge their reaction. They didn't say anything and they just stared and you suddenly started to feel embarrassed for even answering his question. You should've just shrugged it off.

"Y/N, you are literally a fucking genius." Josh slammed his hands on the table, and almost spilled his drink all over the table in the process. Jake rubbed one of his feet against your ankle and smiled at you. 

"I love it. I think it fits the whole vibe perfectly. Josh, you even have some gold outfits too don't you?" Sam asked. You went back to eating your food as the boys carried on the rest of their conversation. You finished your plate and quickly finished off the last portion of your wine. Jake looked at you as he licked his lips, not even meaning anything by it and the simple action sent a chill down your spine. 

You grabbed your plate as well as Jake's and his empty beer bottle to take inside. You also grabbed your wine glass with the other hand and made your way toward the sliding glass door. Everybody's backs were to you for the most part besides Jakes so you decided to 'drop' a napkin. You bent over, picking it up knowing that your ass was pretty much on full display from the short skirt riding up on your legs. Ironically enough you had worn a black thong that just so happened to be Jake's favorite. You heard him cough from behind you so you stood back up and looked over your shoulder. He continued to cough and you realized he was choking on his drink.

"Hey dude, you good?" Danny asked. He turned around to look at you since Jake was looking at you in disbelief but you just made your way inside. 

"Yeah no, no, I'm good, just went down the wrong pipe." Jake waved him off and he cleared his throat a couple of times. The boys carried on their conversation and you could just feel Jake's stare burning into your back. You looked at him through the glass door and his eyes were stuck on you while he held a glass of wine in his hand, giving you a look that you couldn't quite read. You held up his plate, in a way to ask if he wanted some more food. He shook his head and took another sip of his drink, returning to the conversation with his brothers. 

You decided to put some more food on your plate and poured yourself another glass of wine and made your way back outside. You sat back down next to Jake this time and you picked at the variety of fruit with your fingers, not even bothering to grab a fork. You sat your left hand on Jake's lap, drawing small circles on his thigh. You tried not to make the movements obvious since this was all a part of the little game you wanted to play. You moved your hand further towards the inside of his thigh and gave a small squeeze. You could feel his body tense up.

"Y/N, are you coming on tour with us this year?" Josh asked. He took a sip of his drink and another bite of his food. 

"I don't know yet. When does the first leg start? I'd love to go, but that's only if Jake thinks it's a good idea. I only have a semester left of school.  As you said his name you grazed your hand over the middle of his jeans, which caused him to shift in his seat. You looked at Jake as you softly grabbed his crotch, all of the boys still oblivious as to what was going on. 

"What do you think Jakey?" You brought your hand back up above the table and took a large sip of your wine. It was rare that you called him Jakey, but most of the time it was when you wanted something from him. 

"I think it would be fine, what do you guys think?" Jake answered a little too quickly and you smiled behind your glass, knowing he was flustered. His hand came down onto your thigh and he gave you a warning squeeze, in a way to signal you to stop. You spread your legs a little further apart and his eyes moved down towards the skirt that was beginning to ride up against your thighs. 

"I don't see why not. She hasn't been on tour with us yet. It would be a good chance for her to travel. Think of it as a graduation gift." Sam laughed and so did the other two boys, Jake on the other hand was getting fed up with your teasing actions. He tried to play it off by giving them a small smile as he nodded his head.

"Just remember we are all in very close quarters, the walls or the bunk curtains aren't soundproof." Josh raised a brow at you the two of you and you couldn't help but groan.

"You walked into our house! It's not my fault you showed up unannounced! Just be glad we weren't in the living room." Jake defended and all you could do was cover your face from embarrassment. About two months ago, you and Jake decided to have a quick session before the rest of the boys came over for a movie night. What you didn't know is that they were going to show up early and just invite themselves in. It just happened to be one of the roughest rounds of sex you and Jake ever had, and the three of them could hear you clear as day from upstairs. You only knew they were there because Josh had screamed "Oh God!" before you heard the front door slam shut. 

"If it means anything Jake, she sounds heavenly. " Josh smiled at Jake before giving you a small wink, clearly just trying to get a rise out of him, and it sure as hell was working. Josh had made comments like this before and you were used to it since you knew it was all in good fun, mainly just to give him a reason to piss Jake off. Before you and Jake got together, you and Josh had actually had a small fling going on. It was nothing serious since you never slept together but you did kiss each other one night when you were both drunk at a party and you would flirt here and there, but you had always had feelings for Jake. Granted it was years ago, but occasionally Josh would bring it up as a way to get a rise out of Jake, but you still sometimes felt bad about flirting with his brother before you got together with him. They both had told you it was no big deal but for a while, you thought it was wrong. But you were over it at this point. Sometimes you could tell that the feelings still resonated with Josh but he would never overstep a boundary like that and most of the time you did notice he was drunk anyway. 

"Maybe you'll have to see for yourself, Josh." You shrugged, finishing off your glass of wine.

"The other twin is always better, what can I say." Josh, Danny, and Sam just laughed since they knew you were just kidding. Jake on the other hand took it seriously and he was just starting to get more pissed off. 

"Alright, enough, this isn't a 'hit-on-my-girlfriend' night," Jake mumbled. He squeezed your thigh once again and you sat your hand over the top of his, slowly scratching the top. He looked at you, and the two of you made eye contact. You could tell just from the glint in his eyes that he was getting fed up with you because he knew exactly what you were trying to do. 

"I think I'm going to go for a swim, anybody want to join me?" You stood up from the table and started making your way towards the sliding glass door.

"I will! It's hot as hell out here." Sam stood up and followed behind you, and soon everybody began to follow. You started walking up the stairs when you noticed Jake coming straight for you. You skipped every other step and darted down the hallway to the bedroom. You quickly closed the door, careful to not slam it to cause a scene, and locked it. Jake knocked on the door a couple of times and you put your ear up against it.

"Y/N, enough. I know what you're trying to do. You're being a fucking brat." He knocked on the door once more and you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'm not doing anything Jakey." You slipped your clothes off, leaving you in your black thong before you went and opened the door. Jake scanned your body with wide eyes before quickly entering the bedroom and shutting the door.

"Really? Because it sure as hell seems like something to me." He scoffed and you walked towards your dresser, sifting through your bathing suits before finding one of the most revealing ones that you could. It was a dark green string bikini. The top was a little too small for your chest but still big enough to cover the front and the bottoms exposed a good majority of your ass. You typically only wore it when you were tanning or home alone with Jake but you had a strong feeling one of the boys would say something about it. Not that you were trying to show off for them, but you really just wanted to tease Jake. Most of the time when you wore this bikini it would always get ripped off of you. You put the bikini in your hand before Jake could see which one you grabbed. 

"I'm not, baby. I would never do that to you." You went up and kissed Jake on the cheek before one of his hands gripped the sides of your chin and cheeks. He held your face in place before he stared into your eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N. If you don't knock this shit off it's not going to end well." Jake said quietly as he got closer to your face. His words sent heat down to your core and all you could do was smile at him. 

"Or what? What could you possibly do?" You rolled your eyes before pulling yourself away from his grip. You started walking towards the bedroom before Jake lifted you over his shoulder and tossed you down on the bed. He put his hand on the side of your head, pushing you down into the mattress before he leaned over the top of you and whispered in your ear.

"You know exactly what I'll do. Cut the shit." He applied a hard smack to your ass, just barely running his fingers over your clothed core as he removed his hand, which cause you to moan and a smile crept across your face. He stood up and walked over to the dresser to grab his swim trunks and a few other pairs for the boys. He made his way out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself. 

You stood up from the bed and quickly changed into your bikini before wrapping yourself in a towel and making your way downstairs. You walked back outside and realized all of the boys were already in the pool. They had their drinks sitting along the edge beside Josh who had his in his hand.

You walked over to the diving board and dropped your towel. Jake was the first one to lay eyes on you and you knew he was furious. Sam and Danny looked in your direction as they had the noise of you stepping on the diving board. 

"That color looks great on you, Y/N." Sam complimented and you smiled at him. 

"Where did you get it? I need to get it for Mackenzie." Danny's eyes were wide and you knew what he was thinking without even saying it. He looked away toward Sam, being respectful to not stare too long.

"I don't remember. I'll try and find the link for it and send it to you." You walked to the very edge of the diving board before doing a small jump and diving in, swimming right up to Jake. You pushed your hair out of your face and wiped your eyes. Jake put his hands on your waist and you skimmed your hand over his member, noticing he was already half hard. 

"Are you fucking serious?" He said quietly through gritted teeth. You shrugged before swimming away from him and grabbing one of the pool floaties to lay on. You jumped up on it and laid down across the plastic material, closing your eyes from the bright sun.

"Josh, can you grab my drink please?" You asked since he was closest to the edge of the pool. He got out and made his way to the table and picked up your wine glass.

"Well, it's empty. Do you want more wine? Red or white?" He asked as he shook the empty glass.

"White please." Josh filled up your glass before getting back into the pool and swimming over to you.

"I know what you're doing, and it's working." He quickly whispered before swimming away from you. You smiled as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip. You were surprised that he noticed since you weren't trying to be that obvious but maybe he could just tell Jake was pissed off.

The boys carried on their conversation as you lay on the raft trying your best to relax. They splashed each other as they had small arguments over things they just couldn't agree on and you laughed occasionally at their bickering. You hummed to yourself and enjoyed the warmth of the sun hitting your skin. 

"I forgot sunscreen. Can I get some help with my back?" You asked as you climbed onto the concrete since your raft had floated to the edge of the pool. You went to one of the boxes that had various supplies for the pool and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen.

"I'll help." Josh piped up. You sat on the edge of the pool, rubbing sunscreen on your legs, stomach, and eventually your chest. As you rubbed it around your bathing suit, you stared at Jake who just shook his head. You handed the bottle to Josh and he put some of the white cream into his hand before applying it to your back.

"Josh, I think I can do it." Jake came over and nudged him out of the way and he began rubbing the sunscreen into your back. Josh put his hands up in defense and went over to Sam and Danny, starting to talk to him about something you couldn't quite hear. You finished off the last of your wine and it began to hit you just right, the tipsy feeling beginning to wash over you. 

"Who wants to play chicken?" You asked and the boys agreed.

"I do, Y/N you're on my team." Josh piped up. He swam up to you before dunking his head under the water and you got onto his shoulders. He stood up and you rested your hands on the top of his head.

"Jake, you're on my team, Sammy you be our judge." Danny piped up. 

"What if I wanted to be on Y/N's team?" Jake asked with an annoyed tone. Josh shrugged as an 'oh well' and told him that it wasn't fair for us to be on a team together since we were dating. 

Jake got onto Danny's shoulders and it wasn't long before you and Jake started to push one either off of Josh or Danny's shoulders.

"Y/N, lean forwards so Jake can't push you back as easy!" Sam coached.

"Sam you're the judge! You aren't supposed to be helping her!" Danny turned his head towards him and shook his head. You did as you were told and as you leaned forward the slightest bit, Jake immediately looked at your chest. You found this as a good opportunity to give him a hard push which sent him and Danny under the water.

"Let's go! We make a great time." Josh laughed as he held out his hand to give you a high five. 

You did a few more rounds before Jake eventually pushed you off, sending you and Josh into the water. You came up and ran your hands across your chest and up to your face, before wringing out your hair. You swam over to Jake and grabbed his dick through his shorts. He pulled you against him and he glared at you. You could feel him growing under your touch and you smirked at him before moving your hand slightly. 

"I have to get back home to Mac, I guess there is a giant spider in the bathroom and she wants me to come home and kill it." Danny shook his head as he checked his phone. Sam was already out of the pool and dried as he had judged your other couple of games. 

"I have to go to the studio for a little bit and finalize some things, Sam do you want to come with me?" Josh asked. Sam nodded his head and everybody went into the house to change. You and Jake said your goodbyes to everyone and after he closed the door you had already started to make your way towards the stairs. Jake followed behind you and it only took seconds for him to catch up to you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" He asked. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he started walking you both towards the bedroom. His pace was quick and you had stumbled a bit trying to keep up with him pushing you. As you reached the bedroom he shut the door behind him and he pushed you down onto the bed as he had done earlier. You tried to stand back up but he pushed the top of your head down with his hand.

"What the fuck was all of that? We're you trying to get a rise out of me?" His voice was rough and you could feel his breath against your ear.

"I was just trying to have a little fun, Jakey." You laughed slightly and this just sent him over the edge.

"Really? Do you think it's funny to bend over and almost show them everything under your skirt? Or putting on the sluttiest bikini you own? Or having my fucking brother put sunscreen on for you instead of asking?" His voice got louder and just from him raising your voice, it made you wet. Jake was never one to get upset or raise his voice but there was just something about it that turned you on.

"I asked, he offered. Nothing you can do about it now." You deadpanned. A hard smack was applied to your ass and you moaned quietly to yourself, trying not to let Jake hear. 

"I'll show you exactly what I'll do about it. Legs apart. Now." Jake growled. He put his knee in between your legs, separating them before you even had the chance to comply. He undid both of the strings that sat against your hips and pulled the bikini bottoms out from under you, exposing your heat to him.

"Look at you, already dripping. Hands behind your back, slut." He tisked and you could hear the sound of him taking off his swim trunks. You tried to lift your head to look at him but he pushed you back down into the bed. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open and close with a slam. You did as you were told and put your arms behind your back. You felt cold metal against your skin and you immediately realized what it was.

"Baby, let me touch you, please," You begged and tried your hardest to get your hands out of the cuffs but they were too tight against your wrists. 

"Not tonight. Dirty little whores don't get to touch. On your knees." Jake commanded. You stood up from the bed and got on your knees in front of Jake. His cheeks were flushed from anger but all you could do was stare at his cock. Precum leaked from his pink tip and the sight made you drip.

"Open." Was all he said before you opened your mouth and he slid into you. Your lips wrapped around him and he began to shift his hips back and forth. It wasn't long before his pace sped up and he was fucking your mouth. He groaned and tilted his head back. You closed your eyes but opened them again as Jake tapped your cheek, signaling you to look at him. 

"You take me so well, baby." Spit traveled down your chin, dripping down onto your thighs. Tears slipped down your cheeks from him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. His fingers wrapped in your hair, tugging at the roots before he shoved himself down the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment before you gagged and he pulled himself out of your mouth. You took in a deep breath of air since you were only breathing from your nose. He pulled upwards on your hair, making you stand up before he pushed your chest down onto the bed. 

"Is this what you wanted?" He drug his tip through your folds before slamming into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A loud moan flew past your lips and you clenched around him.

"Fuck, yes Jake," You closed your eyes and just let him take total control over your body. You so badly wanted to grip the sheets but the handcuffs stopped you from moving your hands. You balled your hands into a fist, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. Your legs began to shake and your knees began to buckle under you, causing you to fall slightly.

"Look at my pretty slut, getting fucked so hard she can't even stand." Jake cooed as he sent another sharp thrust into you. You put your face into the bed to muffle your moans. 

"Come on, baby. Let me hear you. You're the one who wanted this." Jake grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back and you whimpered but you soon smiled and laughed slightly at the whole scene. Jake leaned over the top of your back, careful not to put his full weight on top of you. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. A straggled moan escape from you and you felt that familiar feeling beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. His hand cracked against your ass before he dug his free hand into your sides, hard enough that you knew he would leave bruises. 

"You're getting close aren't you?" Jake whispered in your ear. You shook your head and Jake sent another forceful thrust into you. 

"Don't lie to me. I can feel you clenching around me. You're so pathetic. So desperate for my cock." He applied a hard smack to your ass and applied more pressure to your throat and at that point, you couldn't even make any noise. He continued his forceful pace before he pulled himself out of you and flipped you over onto your back. He spread your legs apart, setting them over his shoulders, and lined himself up at your entrance. His movements were slow but all you could do was watch him. 

"Jake, please," You whined. He shook his head and smiled before slowly sliding into you. You moaned softly but it was replaced by a yelp as he sent a harsh thrust into you. He pulled back out slowly, before repeating his movements.

"What do you want baby? You want to cum? All over my cock?" He asked, with his brow raised. He let out a grunt as his hips flew forward into yours. Your back arched and you nodded your head.

"Words love, I need them." He stopped his movements and bent down and pressed a sloppy his to your lips.

"Please," was all you could say and he shook his head.

"Too," Thrust "Fucking," Thrust "Bad," Thrust. His speed picked up and he started rubbing your clit in fast circles. The only noises in the room were your moans bouncing off the walls and the sound of your skin making contact with Jakes. He never let up on his movements.

"Jakey please, please let me cum," You gasped. You were on the brink of spilling over but you knew if you came without him letting you, the situation would be worse. You hated to admit that you were enjoying how rough he was with you but it wasn't often that your sex was rough like this. Jake never wanted to hurt you, but sometimes wished he would be a little more forceful with you. 

Jake leaned over you and began biting and kissing your neck. With every bite, he soothed over the area with his tongue. He let go of your throat and smacked your cheek, moaning from the sudden contact. He had never done that before. He put three of his fingers into your mouth, slightly pulling down on your jaw. 

"How badly do you want it?" He asked and you couldn't even respond. He removed his fingers from your clit and lifted up the top of your bikini, exposing your breasts. They bounced with every thrust and he grabbed one and wrapped his lips around your swollen nipple, biting at the raised bud. He slid out of you before removing his fingers from your mouth and dropping to his knees and he licked a bold strip up your core. You shifted against the bed and he grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He entered two fingers and curved them upwards and wrapped his lips around your clit.

"Jake I can't hold on much longer, please," You whined loudly and your legs began to tremble. You looked down at the vulgar scene and you made eye contact with the man below you. He nodded his head and you started to see stars as you were on the brink of releasing around him. You moaned loudly and your back arched against the bed. Your wrists pulled against the cuffs and they were for sure going to leave marks. Your eyes screwed shut and your moans could've put a pornstar to shame. 

Right as you were about to spill over, Jake halted all of his movements and you're eyes flew open. He shook his head at you as he smirked and he went into the bathroom, leaving you a wrecked mess on the bed. He came back out a minute later with two rags. You raised a brow at him, not sure what he had them for and you shifted back onto the bed.

"Whores don't get to cum. You're not getting away with all of this that easy." Jake came up to you and tapped your chin, signaling you to open your mouth. He put one of the rags into your mouth, shoving it in deep enough so you couldn't spit it out of your mouth. He sat the other rag on the bedside table and he came back over to stand in front of you. Your eyes widened and you began dripping with arousal.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you." He leaned down towards your face, his eyes darker than normal. He grabbed ahold of your chin and applied a smack to your cheek which took you by surprise but it made you moan. He had never been this rough with you but you hated to admit that you were enjoying it. 

"Fucking slut. Thinking you can tease me in front of my brothers." He shook his head again, dragging his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal. You whined, waiting for some type of contact. He slid his tip in, before pulling it back out, repeating the process a couple of times. You shifted your hips, hoping to get more contact from him but he just pulled away.

"Stay still. I mean it." You nodded your head, being sure not to move and he slowly slid into you again. Your eyes fluttered shut, waiting for him to move but he never did. You opened your eyes again and he just stared down at you. He brought his hand to the side of your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You gave him doe eyes, as a way to please to keep moving. 

"What? What do you want pretty girl?" He questioned, tilting his head. You just whined since even if you tried to speak it wouldn't do any good. Jake slowly began to move his hips, his pace slow enough to be torturous. You tried moving your hips to meet his and he stopped, giving you a look. He waited a moment before slowly moving. You could feel how deep he was inside of you but the pace just wasn't enough, not for a time like this

You whined again, trying to get him to move faster and he did, slowly but surely. It didn't take long before his hips began meeting yours and his thrusts were hard. You moaned into the rag, so badly wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel and you desperately wanted the stupid rag out of your mouth but you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you. 

One of his hands came up to cup your breasts and he stared down at the scene below him, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease, not even caring that you had no control over the situation. Your back arched as he hit the deepest part of you, making that feeling in the pit of your stomach return. You could feel yourself clenching around him and he sped up, slamming his hips into yours. Your eyes screwed shit, moaning out into the rag. Even with the rag muffling the noise it was still loud. You knew you were on the brink of spilling over again from how hard you were clenching around Jake, and he knew it too. 

He pulled out of you again and you whined, tears starting to brim your eyes from the way he was edging you. He walked over to your side of the bed and opened your bedside drawer. You couldn't think of what he could have been grabbing until it hit you. 

Jake held up the black vibrator you owned and your eyes went wide. There had only been a few occasions where you had used it, and it was typically when he wasn't home. You weren't even sure how he knew you had it.

"Didn't think I knew about this did you?" He waved it in front of you and you couldn't even make a noise. You felt bad that you had never told him about the fact that you had owned it, but you weren't sure how he would feel. It wasn't often you used it since you had bought it when he was on tour and you needed some way to satisfy yourself.

"I found it one day when I was cleaning. I wish you would've told me. Imagine all of the videos I could've had you send me. That pretty little pussy throbbing just for me over the fact that my cock wasn't here to satisfy you. What a damn shame." Jake shook his head again and his words made you melt. He clicked the button and you heard the quiet vibrator come to life. He put it up to the highest speed and your eyes widen. You had never even gone up that far.

Jake lined himself up at your entrance before he slid into you. He put the head of the massager on your clit and you immediately moaned, knowing you wouldn't last long from how sensitive you were. Jake flew his hips forward, continuing his brutal pace. He pressed the massager down harder onto your clit and your back arched. He ripped the rag out of your mouth, a loud, whiny moan filling the room. 

"Fuck! Jake!" You gasped and tried to shift away from his grip but it was useless. Your eyes screwed shut and a series of loud moans flew past your lips. You were so close. He pulled out a moment later, flipping you onto your back before uncuffing you and flipping you back over. He entered you again, returning to his deadly pace. He sat the vibrator against your clit and your hands flew to his back. The one thing you had wanted the entire time. 

Your nails raked down Jake's back, hard enough that you were going to leave marks, but neither of you cared. You both were too lost in the moment to even think about anything after this. The feeling of your orgasm swelled in your stomach, only seconds away from the brink of your release.

"Please let me cum, oh my fucking god," Your teeth ground together and a groan left your mouth.

"Beg for it. Tell me what you want." Jake spoke in between thrusts, still not letting up his pace. 

"Shit, let me cum, please Jake, please. I won't tease you like that again I promise. Please I just want to cum around your cock. Fuck youre so big, I love the way you stretch me out." You whined, hoping the extra compliment at the end would give you some points. It wasn't that you were lying, Jake was pretty big. At first, it took a lot of getting used to but now he fits you so well. 

"Look at me. Who do you belong to?" He asked, getting close to your face. You looked into his eyes and let out a breathy 'you'.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Who owns you?" He asked louder this time.

"You! Fuck!" You gasped and if he didn't let you cum now, there would've been no saving yourself. Tears slid down your cheek from the intense pleasure.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." He smiled at you as he held your chin with his free hand, making sure that you kept eye contact with him. You moaned loud enough to be heard from the entire house. Your back arched and you couldn't help but close your eyes. You felt an unfamiliar feeling of wetness and Jake moaned loudly before his thrusts became sloppy.

"God, look at the way you squirt all over me. Fuck, you're so sexy when you cum," He moaned out before he stilled and you could feel look hot, sticky strings of him inside you. He tossed the vibrator somewhere on the bed before he pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what had even just happened. You both were breathless, trying your hardest to regain your composure. Jake eventually got up, grabbing the rag he had set on his bedside table and he started to clean you up. As he made contact with your core, you shook, closing your legs together and he laughed.

"Little sensitive, hm?" You nodded at him, still not even able to form words. Jake walked into the bathroom and you could hear the sound of the bathtub beginning to fill. You sat up on your elbows and looked towards the doorway. He came out a moment later and sat next to you on the bed. His thumb came up and wiped your cheek from the wetness that remained from your tears.

"Was that too much?" He asked quietly and you immediately shook your head.

"No, no not at all. I loved it honestly. That might've been the best sex we've ever had." You bit your lip and he laughed, nodding his head.

"I might have to agree. If it's ever too much, please tell me, okay?" He asked reassuringly. You nodded your head and he applied a soft kiss to your lips. He picked you up, one of his arms under your legs and the other supporting your back. He carried you into the bathroom and sat you on the toilet, giving you a little privacy so you could pee, and he returned a few minutes later with some fresh towels for the both of you. You tried to stand but immediately started falling to the floor before Jake caught you. You both laughed, and he picked you up, setting you into the warm water.

"I love you more than words can even describe," Jake whispered as he slid into the tub behind you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back against his chest.

"I love you too." You closed your eyes and relaxed into the water. Jake quietly hummed one of the new songs that was yet to be released that you had only heard on one other occasion and that was at the studio. Just from the way it sounded you knew it was going to be your favorite. 

If you could spend every night like that, you would. 

[lowlights]

You Belong with Me

This is dedicated to my beloved @ezrasbirdie who let me force my way into their life and demand to be their friend. Birdie, you are a gift and one of the kindest people I have met. You make every day better!

You Belong with Me

W.C.: 3.1k, no beta sorry

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x female, plus size reader (descriptions are fairly blank though)

Warnings: sex toys, masturbation, praise, rim job and anal play, lingerie, Dieter’s real name is used, P in V sex, cum play, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, reader is in control and the softest dom, Dieter is a subby boy, everyone gets to cum a lot, a smidge of cockwarming, lots of "good boy" talk, reader is female and plus size. Filth and feelings.

**

“Is this a sex thing?”    

“Can’t a guy just blindfold you without it being for sex?” Dieter asks with extra big puppy dog eyes. He knows exactly how to work you after all these months together. 

You scoff. “I mean, not usually, Bravo.” 

“Alright, baby, you got me there,” Dieter chuckles. “Just let me do this? Please?” 

You sigh and turn around so he can wrap the black silk over your eyes, obstructing your view of his sprawling, open-concept living room. He kisses the back of your neck before tying the silk, sending a shiver up your spine. 

He guides you around the corner and through the door into the small study with a pointless Los Angeles fireplace. It was staged perfectly, most likely by some top celeb designer who loved a client with no opinion and a black AmEx card. You had been inside the room precisely one time when Dieter had given you a tour of the house more than eight months ago. 

“Did you blindfold me to walk me 12 feet into the next room?” you wonder as Dieter guides you to a stop. So dramatic. 

He pulls your blindfold off with a soft flourish. “Tada!” he announces. 

Your jaw drops open as you look around the room. Apart from the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that no one will ever read, and an artfully arranged desk with a sleek Mac, there were several small tables draped in luxurious plummy purple silks and blood-red velvets. 

And every surface is covered in sex toys. 

Vibrators, dildos, and plugs in every shape and color. Riding crops, nipple clamps, and what you have to assume is a harness for a strap-on dildo are also on display, along with several items you’ve never seen in your life. You pick up a set of silver handcuffs, lined in black fur, and hold them up for inspection. 

“Dieter, what the fuck is going on?” you question, eyes wide. 

Dieter looks a little unsure as he reaches out to rub his hand nervously along your hip. “Well, I wanted to do something special for your birthday tomorrow. I know you’re not big on getting photographed out together, and thought we might get papped walking out of a sex shop. So, I had them bring the sex shop…here,” he says, gesturing with his head. 

Your heart goes gooey. “Dieter, this is the most bizarrely sweet thing I think you’ve ever done for me,” you confess, still looking around with eyes the size of dinner plates. “Are we supposed to…use all these things?” 

He smiles, a cockeyed grin that’s won you over again and again since your first date. “You remember a couple of weeks ago when you said you wanted to get an assortment of toys and use them on me?” 

As if you could forget that morning he had you sprawled out underneath him, sweaty and boneless after a string of unforgettable orgasms. He had used your toys on you (basically all of them) and you lovingly threatened to get him back. The sensation of his length hardening against your thigh had told you that he loved the idea, although you couldn’t have imagined it happening like this. 

“Yeah,” you say with a coy smile, “I remember.” 

“Wanna pick some out together?” 

You and Dieter walk hand in hand around the room, inspecting every toy and setting aside the ones that look like fun. He explains to you a few of them that you haven’t seen before, and you pick out some items that he’s never tried either. It’s thrilling, and the anticipation of using them makes you giddy with excitement. 

It’s romance, Dieter style. 

** 

Dieter never had a problem letting you take the lead. Some days you needed to be in control, and he loved it. There were times when he liked to pull you apart piece by piece instead. It always worked, the two of you, from the very beginning. You both valued open communication and prioritized each other’s needs, something that still shocked Dieter

Your birthday had been perfection; Dieter had taken care of everything. Spa services brought to the house, lunch with friends at your favorite little cafe, and a movie marathon on the gigantic bean bag in his living room that could easily fit four people. You both know what’s coming next.

“I feel bad now,” he admits, long after the credits have rolled. “I should be making you feel amazing on your birthday. Why did I think this was a good idea?” 

You push his unruly brown curls away from his face, kissing his forehead. “You listened to me and are giving me exactly what I want. How is that not a good idea?” He hums an acknowledgment. 

“Besides, I know exactly what I want to do to you tonight. I’m excited, babe. Are you?” you ask him as you hug him close to you. 

“Fuck yeah I am. Can I make you cum after?” 

“Yes, you can,” you reply with a grin. 

** 

Now, it was time for your final birthday present: Dieter, naked and scrubbed clean, waiting for you on his bed. 

You changed into one of the presents that Dieter had gotten for you: a high-cut black teddy with a cinched waist that made your tits look amazing. You look yourself over in the large mirror, confidence oozing from every pore. This was a newer feeling for you and something for which Dieter was directly responsible. 

You flip off the light and walk out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, baby. You like?” you inquire, doing a little twirl for the sweet man waiting for you. 

“Oh shit. Yeah.” Dieter has done exactly what you told him to do: he’s made himself comfortable on his bed with not a stitch of clothing on. Despite your instructions that he isn’t allowed to touch himself, he is already half-hard. You might have made him wait out there a few minutes, just to edge him a teeny bit. 

Set out neatly on the bedside table are all the toys that you selected. You saunter over to them, giving Dieter a show as you bend at the waist to inspect them. You hear Dieter murmur expletives under his breath when you give your ass a little wiggle before picking up a tiny bullet vibe. 

You kneel next to him on the bed and kiss him deeply. He’s already hungry, grabbing at your big tits when you lean into him. “Hands at your side, baby,” you command gently. He immediately complies, sending shockwaves of excitement through your body. You’re in control now, fully and completely, and fuck- it feels good. 

“I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, Dieter. If you do everything just as I say, I’m going to reward you. It’s my birthday and I’m in charge, right?” He nods excitedly in response as you straddle his thighs. “Good boy. You’re so good, giving me just what I want.” 

You turn the small silver vibe on, a low rumbling setting, and drag it up from his navel to his collarbone. Goosebumps blossom on his gorgeous skin when you circle his nipples with the vibrating toy. His hands shoot up to your thighs, kneading into the thick flesh there. You immediately pull the vibe up and he whimpers. 

“No touching, remember? I’ll tell you when you can move,” you remind him. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Gr-green. I’m sorry,” he says. 

You immediately bring the vibe back down, much to his relief. “That’s my good boy.” You drag the vibe down across his belly and down the trail of hair to the base of his cock. Dieter whines and does his best to keep his hips still, trying so hard to be good for you. He craves your praise more than he ever has before. His cock is almost fully hard, and you drag the vibe along the underside of it as you watch pre-cum start to bead at the tip. Your teasing is agonizingly slow. 

“Baby, I- if you keep that up I will cum right now,” he moans. He starts to thrust, little stuttered motions, thighs starting to shake. 

You remove the toy and shut it off, tossing it on the bed next to you. Dieter’s hips still their movement but his flushed red cock, nestled against the soft slope of his belly, throbs with need. “Not yet. I wanna show you something else,” you say as you reach for a little blue plug and a bottle of lube.

“Is that for me?” Dieter asks in an excited voice. 

You stand up move to the end of the bed, putting one foot up on the tall mattress so that Dieter can fully see you. You pull your teddy to one side, showing off your gorgeous little pussy as you squeeze some lube on the short plug and position it between your legs. “No, it’s for me. This isn’t just for your ass; I read that you can use it for a vaginal plug too. So I’m going to slide it…ooh, into my warm cunt and stay nice and stretched out for when I let you fuck me tonight. Sound good, Dietz?” 

“Yes. Yes. Oh god, yes.” 

You replace the crotch of your teddy and crawl back over to him, the satisfying fullness making you smile like the cat who caught the canary. “Besides,” you whisper in his ear, “I want it to taste good when you eat me out. That stuff is flavored like cotton candy.” 

Dieter wants to touch himself to badly, it’s evident. His eyebrows furrow in concentration and you see his fists balled at his sides. You lie down next to him, head propped up on your hand, wiggling slightly on your plug. “Look at me,” you command. He obeys. “Look at me and touch yourself.” 

Relief floods his face. “Really? Thank you, oh my god, thank you.” He starts stroking his large cock, swirling his thumb around his thick head. 

“Tell me how it feels, Dieter.” 

“So fucking good. I wish it was your hand.” 

“I know, baby boy. But I wanna watch you. Keep going. So good for me.” 

Dieter never breaks eye contact, hand moving swiftly up and down his cock. His cheeks are tinged pink and as more praise falls from your lips, he gets closer and closer to his peak. You lean over and fit a small little device on your finger, barely bigger than a thimble, and switch it on. 

“Hold on til I say, alright?” you say. 

“I wanna cum, please can I cum? Can I cum? Can I…can I…I’m gonna…” 

You lean over him, kissing him deeply. He moans into your mouth, a filthy pleading sound. You reach down with the tiny finger vibrator and press on that spot right behind his balls. “Dieter Matthew Bradford, you will cum for me right now.”

Your decisive tone, coupled with the use of his real name, sends him over the edge. He spills all over his belly, hips jerking, still never breaking eye contact with you. 

“Yes, good job, my sweet boy. Look at how pretty you look, painted with your pretty cum. Love you so much,” you coo, peppering his lips and perfect nose with kisses. He pants under you and you let him catch his breath before giving him his next command. He tries to speak several times, but the words die in his mouth. He reaches out to you, hands roaming everywhere over your body, and you let him touch all he wants. 

After several minutes, you grab the bottle of lube and another toy. “You did so good, I think you need that reward. Get on your knees, baby boy.” 

Dieter flips over and rests heavy on his forearms, his little ass presented to you. You squeeze a tiny bit of the cool lubrication gel on his skin, watching him shudder as it runs down and collects in the dip of his sweet hole. “Color?” you ask. 

“So green.” 

“Good. Let’s see how that cotton candy lube tastes, hm?” You circle your tongue around his opening before licking a long, wide stripe. He almost collapses at the sensation, and if he could find the words he would praise you himself. But he’s too lost in the sensation of your deft lips and tongue, kissing and licking into him so sweetly. Months ago, he asked if you would ever do something like this- never thinking it would come to fruition. 

Fuck, is it his birthday or yours he wonders to himself. 

It’s filthy, what you’re doing. It feels like it should be wrong, like one of you should protest. But you like it, and you love what it’s doing to Dieter. He’s a writhing, wriggling mess under you. You didn’t have to tell him not to touch his cock, he just knows he isn’t allowed yet. Nevermind the fact that his cock is weeping, further staining the sheets below him. He doesn’t need to touch himself yet, not with your mouth on him like this. Seconds stretch into minutes, both of you lost in pleasure.

You’re not going to let him come like this, though. No, this is just the preamble to what you really want to do. 

When you pull away, depositing one final kiss on his non-existent asscheek, his head whips around. His bottom lip is pouting even more than normal. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just time for the next part,” you reassure him, once against pulling your teddy to the side so that you can remove the plug from your pussy. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, baby. Look how sopping wet this toy is. I bet it would slip right in to your ass so good right now.” 

Dieter lets out a filthy moan as you collect the remaining lube from around his asshole before pushing the toy in to the hilt. He rocks back into the toy, over and over, fucking himself on it while you hold it. 

“Fuck, so filthy. I never knew you were so filthy, I fucking love it,” he babbles. Making sure the toy is secure for the moment, you tell him how you really want to see him. 

“Get on your back and spread your legs for me, okay?” He does so immediately, willingly opening up for you so that you can settle between his thighs. You tuck a thick pillow under his hips so that you have good access, and gently pull the toy out. Dieter is nice and stretched for you. 

“So I read about this one here,” you explain, showing him the next and most expensive toy. “It massages your prostate.” Dieter’s eyebrows shoot up. “But, there’s a twist. I’ll show you.” 

You lube up the toy liberally, wanting to make it as comfy for Dieter as possible. The toy slips in easily, and you take a moment to appreciate how vulnerable this man is for you. It took him a while to be fully open and honest with you, to share every dream and insecurity, and talking about your feelings with someone was never the most comfortable thing for you either. Until he came along, that is. Something just clicked with you both, a cosmic connection that made you want to work through hardships together instead of alone. 

And here he is, as physically vulnerable as possible, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. Looking at you like he wants you, like he would die for you. He loves you, and you love him. Is there anything more vulnerable than that? Probably not. 

You take advantage of the moment and kiss along his thigh. “Alright, baby. See this remote? It controls the toy inside. It doesn’t just control the intensity, but look.” You turn it on low and he immediately moans. “Turn it to one side, or the other,” you demonstrate. “It will vibrate whatever way you tilt it.” 

“Holy shit, where did- who came up with this? Jesus, it feels so good.” You pass the remote over to him and he tries it out. His eyes go wide. 

“Yes, just like that. Baby, you’re in control of it. I want you to find the right spot while I ride you,” you tell him, positioning yourself over his still-hard cock and sinking down onto his thickness. 

“Finally, finally, yes. Oh my god you feel so fucking good, I can’t…oh my god, I can’t last. It feels too good with this,” he says, words tumbling out faster and faster. 

You drag yourself up and down on his cock, over and over. Your thighs already burn and you don’t care at all. He feels amazing, better than any toy, better than any combination of toys. Even after wearing the plug, he still stretches you out to your maximum. 

“Good, you don’t have to last. I want your cum, Dieter. I want you to fill me up and then use that gorgeous mouth of yours to clean up your mess. Do you hear me?” you ask him, breathless. You cunt clenches around him right when he hits the perfect spot with his toy, and he cries out as his seed fills you. You drape yourself over his torso as he comes down, pulling the remote from his hand so you can shut off the toy. You warm his softening cock inside of you until he slips out. 

You leave a trail of kisses along his neck. “You did so good, Dieter. So good. Fuck, that was amazing.” 

Dieter looks down at you, confused. “Wait, are we done? I was looking forward to eating my good girl out. I made a mess of her, and I need to clean up my mess.” He smiles at you, pupils lust-blown. “If you want, that is,” he adds sweetly. 

“Yeah, I want,” you say, rolling off of him and onto your back. He immediately flips over and settles between your legs. 

“Mmm, cotton candy,” he moans as he dives into your slick folds. You blindly reach out, patting the bed until you can reach the remote to the toy again, flipping it on. Dieter jerks upwards. 

You grin impishly at him. “Good boys get to feel good, right, baby?” 

Dieter’s smile matches your own. “Yes ma’am,” he replies, dipping his had back between your legs. He knows just what you like, quickly working you to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Best birthday ever,” you think to yourself, as light explode behind your eyes. 

You tell him that, out loud, somewhere between orgasms three and four. Or maybe it was four and five. 

[phoenixcatch7]

Brain filled with dp x dc... I'd complain if I weren't having so much fun. I've never seen such ripe pickings for twin AUs,,, top notch trope.

But Danny and Jason twins, right? The parallels are so good! Unknowingly adopted (as Danny would also be in this au), bright eyed stubborn child just wanting to do good with big dreams and not ideal parents suddenly getting killed in front of the people they cares for most, revived as inhuman people dragged into violence against their will while desperately fighting to prove their own humanity (to themselves). Green of the dead, flashing eyes, ridiculously big and built when they grow up, best friends with the outcasts of society. Black hair, blue eyes. Relying heavily on death to keep their identities safe. Still loyal, despite it all.

Just to up the ante, how about the portal accident happens on Halloween? Extra spooky atmosphere, the night when the walls between the living and the dead are thin, the perfect time to try and (fail) open a portal to the ghost world, and Danny is dressed up as Robin - they look about the same age!

He puts on the protective jumpsuit, he's not a fool, but Sam - in a witch costume, and tucker as a mummy - convinces him to put the cape and mask back on, for some photos. He looks a right hero!

In the aftermath, it takes them a few weeks to hear the rumours of a new, smaller Robin. What happened to the old one?

Dan happens, vlad happens, dani happens, it's all going on until it isn't, and Danny has finally got that growth spurt he'd been begging for - alas, only in his human form.

Maybe he's chasing a ghost, maybe he's touring a Gotham uni with Sam or Tucker, maybe it's not even he who finally crosses the invisible line. He meets a lookalike who reeks of bad ectoplasm - another clone??!

Jason is understandably spooked, but whether he goes willingly or not, he wakes up in an ice cavern, small and colourful and glowing, with a wide eyed mirror in the chair next to him.

Jason has a ghost form, and like everyone else, it's how he died. Two near identical fourteen year old 'Robin' ghosts and two identical absolute tanks of illegal undead vigilantes with vaguely malicious snark streaks a mile wide.

The chaos... The unearthed trauma... The instant snap bonding and FEROCIOUS protective instincts. Danny infodumps about space for an hour while Jason nods enthusiastically and then talks about Jane Austen while he listens. B and Danny getting into angsty shouting matches over Jason's death that ends with Danny teaming up with Nightwing to drag him over to the Manor for family meals.

Sam, tucker and jazz meeting the rest of them and going DUDE SAME they're awful lmao. Secret twin swaps. Danny hijacks his way into the watchtower and immediately blows it by freaking out about space. Jason teaching Danny how to get out of handcuffs and how to steal keys and Danny teaching him how to phase through things without anyone noticing.

Just DUDE.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Hi there!!!! I'm very glad I found your blog! If you have time, please consider writing a fic where either (you can choose) childe or wriothelsey or itto, visited your serenitea pot, and got gang tickled by your serenitea pot members! I just love your serenitea pot dynamics and it seems like they can work great as a tickle team lol P.S. please no venti because I'm still sad I lost him to tighnari huhu! And if possible no foot tickle? Other than that, Have fun! And have a nice day! Im very happy to encounter your amazing fics!

Surprise Visit - Part 0

Surprise Visit - Part 0 (This Post) Taking Down an Oni - Part 1

Summary: Aether and his lovers get a surprise visit from Wriothesley, Childe, and Itto and decide what to do together.

A/N: Why not all three? This is part zero of this request. No tickling, but a build up for part one which will be Itto! Sneak peak for part one at the end ;) Anon, I know part zero doesn’t actually complete your request, but the other parts should satisfy you when they come out! As always everyone, enjoy!

Word Count: 784

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Aether was chilling with his lovers in the living room of their Serenitea Teapot when his doorbell rang.

“Wonder who that could be,” Aether mumbled, getting up from the large sofa.

“Don’t leave us…”

“Come back…”

“No…”

“Mph…”

“They can come back later.”

“Ngh…”

“Stay…”

Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer, Lyney, and Gaming all whined when their Aether went to get the door.

“It’s rude of me to not answer the door, loves,” Aether said softly.

They just grumbled in response.

He yawned and went to open the door. His eyes widened when they met a pair of red horns, ginger hair, and handcuffs.

"Oh! It’s you guys! Come in! Nice to see you all!" Aether greeted, motioning to Childe, Itto, and Wriothesley to come inside.

"Hey, compadre!" Itto exclaimed, ruffling his hair.

"Haha, good to see you too." Aether laughed.

"Can we spar?" Childe asked, his fighting spirit shining through his eyes.

"Later," Aether said, playfully punching his arm.

“Cozy,” Wriothesley remarked.

“Oh yeah! It’s your first time here. I should give you a tour sometime!”

They all walked into the living room to see Aether’s living room still lounging around.

“W-Why are you here!?” Both Wanderer and Lyney exclaimed, shooting up at the same time. The former pointing at Childe and the latter pointing at Wriothesley.

Before anyone could say anything, Itto was running towards Xiao with his arms open for a hug.

“Little dude!”

“I-Itto!? N-No! You’re going to cruSH ME!”

As Childe, Wanderer, Lyney, and Wriothesley bickered with one another and Xiao was being hugged to death by Itto, Venti was clutching his belly, laughing and Gaming was asking Kazuha and Heizou if Itto was the Arataki “The One and Oni” Itto that he has heard stories about. Aether just shook his head, chuckling before heading into the kitchen and grabbing food and drinks.

“It just so happens Childe, Itto, and I came at the same time because our schedules were free. Are we not allowed to come?” Wriothesley explained in his calm demeanor.

Everyone had settled down by the time he started talking and when Aether came back with the drinks and food.

“Mhm,” Aether hummed. “Everyone is free to come, but I probably should put up a sign when I’m busy with my loves.”

“Oh! Were you guys doing something naughty~? S-”

Before Itto could say anything else, Xiao jabbed him in the side.

“N-No! We weren’t doing any of that sort when you guys got here!” Aether squeaked. His ears were burning red as were his lovers.

Childe and Wriothesley were looking anywhere but them and Itto rubbed his side.

“Why did you all come then?” Venti coughed, changing the topic.

“I wanted to spar,” Childe said, making Aether and Xiao roll their eyes.

“I wanted to have some tea time with Aether. Clorinde couldn’t have tea with me today and the Fortress was getting boring.” Wriothesley spoke.

“Wait. Then who is watching over the Fortress?” Lyney asked.

“Sigewinne. She is capable. She took you down, remember?”

“You!” Heizou pulled Lyney back before he could launch at Wriothesley.

“Wrio,” Aether warned.

“All jokes,” he chuckled, sipping his tea.

“And Itto?”

“I just wanted to have some fun with my good buddy!” Itto grinned.

“Cool,” Gaming stared in awe, his eyes sparkling at Itto’s infectious carefree attitude.

After hearing their purposes for coming, Kazuha thought long and hard about what they all could do.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought. “A fun sparring with tea?”

“You are thinking of combining tea with sparring?” Wriothesley asked, incredulously.

“I don't think it's possible with tea. I can only think of combining sparring with fun, but…a little differently,” Kazuha’s face flushed quickly as the thought crossed his mind.

“Well, what is it?” Childe asked impatiently. “I want to spar now.”

“Um, it's…not really sparring,” Kazuha spoke slowly, causing everyone to furrow their eyebrows. “It's…t-”

“T- what?”

“T-Tickling,” Kazuha finally got out.

Once Kazuha said the word, the world seemed to have stopped. All the lovers froze with their eyes widened looking at one another and making eye contact with their guests. Wriothesley continued to sip his tea, Childe had a mischievous grin on his face, and Itto’s expression morphed from thinking to realization, and a joyful glint shined in his eyes.

“That’s a good idea, Kazu-bro!” Itto said, getting up. “You are getting tickled first!”

After Itto spoke, all hell broke loose. Aether and his boys dispersed like leaves in the wind. Itto managed to pick up Kazuha and took him away. Childe ran in the direction of Aether and Wanderer. And Wriothesley? He still sat, sipping his tea calmly, but a sliver of a smirk made its way onto his face.

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Sneak Peak for Part One:

“Playing tough guy are we, huh?” Itto teased. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Kazu-bro, but I’m winning this one because I am Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto!”

With that, he drilled right into the center of Kazuha’s hollows, igniting his skin with ticklishness that went straight to his brain.

Kazuha’s eyes shot open and he let out a shriek of laughter.

“IHIHI- AHAHAHAHA! NO NO NOHOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHA! IHIHIHITOHOHOHO!” His legs finally gave out and he slumped against Itto’s chest.

“Now there's your laughter!” Itto teased. “Haha, the One and Oni strikes again! Laugh me your praises!”

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Huntercorp’s Rehabilitation Clinic for the Supernaturally Afflicted

Author: Diminuel

Artist: LamiaSage

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 60000

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Meet cute at the monster rehab clinic, Huntercorp AU, mostly comedic with some heavier undertones, social media and fandom, werewolf!Dean, vampire!Cas, Werepire lovestory

Posting Date: October 18, 2022

Summary: Huntercorp’s Rehabilitation Clinic for the Supernaturally Afflicted was a project Dean launched almost 10 years ago, when faced with criticism that Huntercorp might be doing a lot of “Killing Things” but very little actual “Saving People”. The aim: to make monster cures accessible to regular people. When Dean gets bitten by a tween wolf he expects to do the brutal but quick hunter cure. However, Huntercorp decides that publicly announcing his stay at the clinic might encourage others to seek out the cure as well instead of hiding in the shadows. Dean’s not thrilled that his lycanthropy is debated all over social media (his fans are going wild in the comment sections), but once he meets Cas – a vampire who didn’t know there was a cure – he is starting to reconsider.

Excerpt: John Winchester looked severe as he stood by the foot of the hospital bed, listening to the doctor’s assessment. He seemed overdressed in his expensive suit for the high security ward and Dean had heard from Sam that they had been on another Whiskey tasting tour in Ireland when the news of Dean’s… misfortune had reached them. They had left their – probably very illustrious, possibly even royal - hosts in a very apologetic hurry and taken their private plane back to the US. Dean knew that his dad probably still had way more alcohol in his blood stream than was advisable for such a sensitive time, but somehow Dean found it amusing despite himself. Here Dean was, an absolute PR catastrophe in the making, and his dad was probably trying his best to appear sober. “The bloodline was definitely alpha though we have not yet traced the exact line. The blood of the girl has been recovered and we’re still waiting for her parents to sign everything.” “Treatment, for sure,” John mused. The doctor nodded. “Knowing my son, he has already made his intention not to sue her known.” “He has, though the family wants to hear it from Huntercorp as well. A formality.” John snorted in annoyance, one little crack in his otherwise controlled demeanor. “I will have Talbot on it,” he said then he looked at Dean. “Are you alright, son?” “I guess I’ll live,” Dean answered as unperturbed as he could. No point in freaking out. They would lock him up, administer the speed run cure, Dean would probably make an appearance covered in make up to signal that everything was alright and then take some weeks off while he recovered from the consequences of the cure. Because surely, Dean Winchester, the son of John Winchester and heir of Huntercorp, could not be turned into a werewolf. “Alright. I’ll talk to Singer about what to do. Just keep him…” John made a vague gesture with his hands in Dean’s general direction, but it was clear what he meant: contained. Dean took his moment to lift his hands, rattling the silver handcuffs that fixed him to the bed. The silver didn’t hurt yet, though there definitely was some discomfort. John made a grimace, then he sent the doctor a weighed stare, before he turned around to leave. Probably to make sure they could brush this under the rug.

DCBB 2022 Posting Schedule

[bananaofswifts]

By Spencer Kornhaber

Breaking: Taylor Swift is not simply a voice in our ears or an abstract concept to argue over at parties, but a flesh-and-blood being with a taste for sparkling pajamas and the stamina of a ram. All concerts are conjurings, turning the audience’s idea of a performer into a real thing, but last night’s kickoff of Taylor Swift’s Eras tour in Glendale, Arizona, heightened the amazement with Houdini-escapes-handcuffs physicality. After years of having their inner lives shaped by Swift’s highly mediated virtual output, 63,000 individuals can now attest to the vibrancy of Taylor Swift the person. Somehow, seeing her up close made her seem more superhuman.

Every aspect of the night felt shaped by the Ticketmaster-breaking reality that she has not shared air with masses of mortals since touring in 2018, and that she released six albums in the interim (four original, two rerecorded). The emotional brew was excess and gratitude, cut with nostalgia for time lost, and made chaotic by physical circumstances. The structure was unwieldy yet urgent: 44 (yes, 44) songs over more than three hours. Swift created the vibe of an ecstatic cram session, like an epic outing with a far-flung bestie visiting for one night only. “So, uh, is it just me or do we have a lot of things to catch up on?” Swift asked early on, sitting behind a piano whose mossy encrusting gave it the look of long-submerged treasure and helped underscore her point.

Going into the night, fans speculated about how Swift would bring her perfectionism to bear on the tricky question of which songs to perform. Maybe she would swirl her albums together into a sleek playlist, reframing a now-sprawling catalog around some thematic through line. But she instead decided to segment the night by album, leaving the big lessons of her trajectory to emerge from the juxtapositions already present in it. And really, any expectations of a focused, fireside chat fell away at the beginning of the set, when the onstage clock struck midnight (though really it was only 8 p.m.).

No space on earth could’ve handled the hype released at that moment. Her opening pick was unexpected: a woozy, truncated “Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince,” a somewhat deep cut from 2019’s Lover (key refrain: “It’s been a long time coming”). Then came the hugely awaited live debut of the fan favorite “Cruel Summer,” a track emblematic of Lover’s careening, happy-go-lucky maximalism. Overlapping waves of sound—fans wailing like emergency sirens, the thump and bump of Swift’s live band and backing tracks—ricocheted around the Super Bowl venue into an awful din. Everyone was singing along but no one, at least where I was sitting, could hear Swift. She was facing a physics problem: How do you tell a story in a literal echo chamber?

The answer was for Swift to slow down and take control as she always has, with her words. With each break to address the audience, Swift’s knack for focusing emotions and maneuvering them helped coalesce a mood. In those overwhelming first few minutes, her first statement was relatable: “I don’t know how to process all of this.” Soon she explained that the concept of the show was to “adventure” through her first 17 years of music, album by album—in unstated, and thereby suspenseful, order. Then came the night’s first true gut punch, the ballads “Lover” and “The Archer.” For the latter, Swift stood alone, listing her vulnerabilities to a pulsing beat, until pyrotechnic sparks fell in a curtain behind her. This was where we all wanted to be: feeling one-on-one intimacy but with spectacular three-dimensionality.

The turning of one “era” to the next was like the turning of a pop-up-book page, revealing new colors, architecture, and story lines. Swift’s art direction remains intuitive and unfussy, but the detail work is sharp, helping to re-enchant familiar imagery. For the segment devoted to the cozy Folklore, she lazed, catlike, on the slanted roof of a cabin whose frame glowed with what seemed to be starlight. The requisite giant snakes of Reputation, her 2017 armored tank of an album, hung amid stark, vertically imposing scaffolding. By contrast, the urban wonderland of 1989 was horizontal, with the stage becoming a fashion runway for Swift’s lively dancers to stomp across in crisscrossing patterns. On a night this long, little visual surprises went far. At one point, she induced gasps by seeming to dive into the stage as if it were a pond and then swim to the other side.

The ordering of the eras, and of the songs within eras, also kept the suspense high. Swift’s beloved 2010 album, Speak Now, emerged for only the keening “Enchanted,” sung by Swift in a ball gown amid a field of flowers. Her self-titled debut also appeared just once, in a humble, piano-bound performance of her first single, “Tim McGraw.” By contrast, the 2020 album Evermore—seen by some as a glorified B-sides collection—got four tracks with lavish set changes. After spending the past few years letting her work speak for itself while the audience litigated its meaning and merits, she was finally asserting a point of view about her own catalog. Evermore, she said, is “an album I absolutely love, despite what some of you say on TikTok.” She cast a hilariously suspicious gaze across the enormous room. “I see it—I see all of it.”

Her facial expressions were often just as potent, making up for sonic detail that the stadium’s acoustics swallowed. With her older lyrics achieving the cultural familiarity of folktales, Swift was game for theatrical reinterpretation. Giving fans the “Delicate” performance they’d agitated for on social media, Swift went comedic, delivering “You can make me a drink” as an impatient command, not a come-on. For the 2010 Fearless section, she acted charmingly blasé as she strapped on her guitar, invited us “back to high school,” and made half-hearted cheerleading gestures. These early songs were still great, but, she seemed to say with a wink, she’d grown a lot since writing them. The most stunning performances, however, were dead serious, conveying icy resentment in glistening eyes and a sternly set jaw, as on “Champagne Problems,” “My Tears Ricochet,” and the 10-minute version of “All Too Well.”

Oh yeah, that’s right—that giant set list made time for a 10-minute song. When she donned a glittering robe and began strumming that wounded ballad, it was the prestige of a magic show. The audience could at last wrap their heads around the fact that she was really going for it, not just with this song but with this whole marathon-revue concept she’d been dreaming up for years. Late in the night, she broke from the era-by-era format with an acoustic moment—one whose featured song, she said, would change every night of the tour. For this opening show, she picked Folklore’s “Mirrorball,” clarifying her mission statement: “I’m still trying everything / To keep you looking at me.”

She succeeded in keeping us looking, though it must be said that by the time the culminating Midnights era rolled around, the crowd had moved from excitement to awestruck submission, at least those who’d survived. Around me, seats where people had screamed at throat-scorching frequencies at the beginning of the night were now empty. Small children who’d been brought to the show were napping in the arms of their chaperones. I felt the sort of happy daze that often precedes deep sleep. The concert had been unbelievable, but so was the fact that this one human woman planned to do it again the next night, and for many after.

[sweet-villain]

Have Faith In Me~ Part 2~Sequel To Believe

Summary : While Eddie Munson is living his dream, being a rockstar. You and Billy were having some relationship problems, Lilly is six in this story. What happens when Eddie decides to take time off from his rockstar life? What happens when he appears at your door?

Part 1

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson @tlclick73

My Master List is in This Area

" Daddy, no" Lilly screamed as she ran away from Eddie who has been chasing her claiming he was going to her and tickle her. It was so refreshing to see he was back from tour. But was he only here to see Lilly? You haven't spoken to him in months.

Eddie caught Lilly in his arms as he lifted up in her the air as he blew raspberries into her tummy. She squealed trying to get away from him. His hair tickled her too. She always was fond of Daddy's 2 hair comparing it to hers.

" Daddy! No!" she giggled before he set her down, kneeling down besides her and brushed her hair away. "You've grown so much since the last time daddy has seen you. Big girl" he cooed. She took her summer dress she was wearing a twirled for him. It was in baby look color with little stars on it. Her hair was in pig tails and her blue striking eyes were closed as she danced.

Eddie turns his head feeling eyes on him as he noticed you were watching him interact with his daughter. Even though Lilly wasn't biologically his daughter, Eddie was still her daddy from the very first time he held her in his arms.

He rose to his feet as he told her something and made his way where you stood to lean against the house.

" She's sweet as a little butterfly" he says as he looks back at Lilly who started to tell herself a story while sitting on the ground looking for worms.

" She's my little firecracker" you chuckled looking at Lilly too. Eddie's eyes turned to look at you, the way your hair was blowing in the wind, the way your eyes sparkled as you looked at your daughter, the way you had a smile on your face. He could tell how much Lilly meant to you and how she was the reason you were happy. But were you really happy? He looks back at the house and doesn't see Billy at the window like he had hoped.

" What's been going between you two?" he motions his head to the house talking about Billy and your relationship. Your eyes turned back to his, his hair hung a littler longer since the last time you saw him. His eyes were that brown chocolate color shade, his face looked as softest as ever. He sported a leather jacket , not the one that he used to wear with the Dio vest. This one was more expensive looking. He wore a Iron Maiden shirt underneath with black ripped up jeans, a chain like usual on the side of his pants. The chain looked different too. He still had the handcuff belt that he loved to wear and he had boots on his feet.

" We're fine" you mumbled, lying to him not really wanting to get into this with him right now. Eddie bite down on his bottom lip eyeing you and feeling the way you were closing up on the topic. Something you didn't want to talk about and he wasn't going to push.

" You know you can talk to me" he says. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. He takes a few steps towards you and reaches out to rub your arms up and down.

" It's okay, I'm not going to push you to talk to me. But I feel like whatever is going on isn't good for Lilly right now" you scoffed.

" And you know what's good for Lilly? You aren't her real dad. Remember?" A flash of hurt flashes behind those brown chocolate eyes. You didn't need to be harsh but you weren't about let Eddie walk back in your life like this. But as soon as you said those words, you regret it and wanted to take back.

You sighed, " I'm sorry, Eddie. Things been rough and I didn't mean it"

He nods even though it did hurt for a brief moment coming from you. Coming from someone he still loves and cares about. He has been giving you your space and letting you come to him if you needed him. The phone calls with Lilly were long and he has asked about you. Lilly would always tell you were good and than continue what she was talking about to him.

The door opens as it creaks, you felt so familiar goosebumps appear on your neck knowing Billy was standing there.

" Dinner is almost ready" he says eyeing Eddie and you standing so close to each other with a snarl on his face. You couldn't really tell but Eddie did as he looked up at Billy.

" Lilly, come inside" Billy says with his arms across his chest. Lilly turned her head hearing her father call out to her. She gets up with some dirt on her cheek and some on her dresses as she passes you with a wave to you and her father.

" Go wash your hands, angel" she stomps up the steps and Billy takes her inside.

" Are you joining us for dinner?" you ask Eddie. Eddie shakes his hands as he stuff his hands into his leather jacket pockets.

" No, not tonight. I'm going stop by to see Steve" you nod with a thin line on your lips as you shifted from one leg to the other.

" It was good to see you Eds" the familiar nickname sent a warm feeling in his stomach as he smiles at you. Dimples all out.

" It was good to see you too, you look good. You always did" a hint of red flashes your cheeks as you looked away.

" Are you going to say bye to Lilly?" he almost forgot about that as he steps inside the house. His boots hitting the floor as he looks around. It's not usually his style from the way it looked inside but it looked cozy. He spots Billy in the kitchen with his back to him and Lilly comes out from down the hall from the bathroom.

" All done!" she happily says to Billy who looks down at her with a warm smile. " Good girl" he says as he returns to what he was making. Her eyes meet Eddie as she races to him.

" Are you staying?" she asks. Eddie leans down on one knee as he brushes her hair away from her face that she could see better.

" No, bug. Daddy has to go see Uncle Stevie" Lilly pouted throwing her arms around Eddie. " Love you, daddy" she mumbles against his hair. Her nose wrinkling feeling his hair tickling her face.

" I love you too, bug" he says as he kisses the side of her head. " Alright" he steps back and raises to his feet.

" Good to see you, Hargrove" Billy pauses as he hears him. All Eddie gets is a groan from Billy.

" Have a goodnight" he winks at Lilly as he walks out of the house but not before looking back at you one last time. His eyes meeting your eyes and you swore you saw that twinkle in his eyes. The one that used to make your heart flutter.

You locked the door hearing plates being set on the table. Billy doesn't look happy as he helps Lilly to her seat. You sit across from Billy who doesn't look at you or says anything. There is silence around the table. The only thing that could be heard where the forks against the plate and humming coming from Lilly in between her bites.

" When is daddy coming back?" Lilly asks breaking the tension in the room. You thank god she did because you wanted to say some words to Billy. But no in front of Lilly.

" Soon, angel. Soon" she beams at your answer as she finishes eating. " Thank you daddy" she slide off her chair and walks over to Billy. He leans down feeling her kiss his cheek.

" You're welcome, Lillypad" she giggles at the nickname as she runs to her room. Billy soon after took his and Lilly's plates to the sink not bothering to say anything else to you like he usually does. Something was bothering him. He didn't turn on the faucet to was the dishes.

He stood there besides the sink with arms on either side on the counter looking out the window.

" Are you upset?" you finally decided to ask. Billy snorts hearing you. He turns his head to look at you.

" Now why would I be upset?" He asks, rolling his eyes.

" Just because Eddie came back to see Lilly, doesn't mean he came to see me" Billy scoffs.

" Yeah, I've heard that one before" he turns around putting his arms across his chest.

" What is that suppose to mean?" you stood up from the table and grabbed your plate heading towards him. You put the plate besides the sink since he was in the way.

" Munson only came here not only to see our daughter, but you. He wants to fuck your pretty pussy" those words went straight to your core as you whimpered.

Billy chuckled watching you clench your thighs together.

" Look at you" his hands took a hold of your waist bringing you flush against his chest. You gasped feeling how hard he was.

" Feel that?" you whimpered looking up at him, into those blue irises. They were a darker shade of blue, he's smirking.

" That's all for you, doll" he cups your face in his hands and crashes his lips against yours. Rough and teeth. You pulled away, " All for me? I thought you were leaving me for Munson? What happened to that?"

His jaw clenched as he tsked, " You're going to regret saying that. You have no idea what I wanna do to you right now."

You can't help but giggle, not missing the way his eyes darkened. It causes your stomach to tie in knots because you know what to say to press his buttons.

" I don't regret anything, ever"

" Oh doll," he bites his bottom lip, " trust me. You will."

Without another blink you are pulled away from standing near the sink to being shoved forward against the counter on the other end, hands on the countertop. You can't help but smirk up at him loving to push his buttons, and the following leaves you wanting for more.

His big hands slide up and down your sides causing you to gasp. His chest to your back as his fingers trail down your arms to grasp at your own hands.

He's almost all the way on you, pushing his body between you and the counter. You wished there was a mirror right in front of you to see how his body melted against your own. You can feel his hard he is against your ass, chest against your back and hands on top of yours. His breath tickling your ear.

You can his his warm. Feel every inch of him but that's not what you wanted.

His lips brush against your ear, " I'm going to ruin you. I know Munson came here to provoke me and show his puppy eyes to you. Did you want him to come here? Do you want him to fuck you instead?" he chuckles, " and then you go to push my buttons. "

His voice was deeper as he whispered sending shover down your body causing you to rub your thighs together.

" N-no sir. O-only you"

He turns you around happy that you answered correctly. Your looking up him with lustful eyes and glance down at his lips asking him what you wanted. He understands right away, leaning down to connect your lips with his.

The kiss is rough, needy with teeth. But his lips against felt so good. You two haven't been intimate in a while. Your body felt like it was burning against his, tongue dancing as one, and need to feel each other grabbing onto his bulge, giving it a squeeze.

He grinds against your hand, grunting.

" I need you" you gasped.

He smirks as he steps back leaving you whimpering for him.

" Look at you, such a needy slut begging for my cock. Is that what you want? You want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you?"

He sounded so hot right now, he hasn't been like this before. Not when you used to have sex with him and not when you were trying for a baby. It made your mind cloud as you clenched onto nothing.

" Yes" you whimper, " need you sir. Please."

" Then, open your legs for me, now" he growled.

His hands tugged down your pants and your panties that were soaked through. You felt the cold air hit your core causing you to gasp, stepping out from your panties and pants that Billy threw over his shoulder.

" Don't need those"

You lifted off your shirt over your head, being left all for his view to see. He growled at the sight, licking his lips like he hasn't eaten in days. You laid back on the counter spreading your legs as Billy stood in between your legs as he grasped your waist.

He slide down finger through your slick folds causing you to moan his name. Either he didn't catch it because he let it go this time as he continued.

Billy snickers at your whimpering.

" Best be quiet. Don't want our Lillypad to hear" he moved his fingers away earning a whine from you. You watch him as he unbuckles his pants and pushes them down his hips, letting them pool at his feet before he steps out of them and kicked them to the side.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock and you wished right now that you had him in your mouth. But you patiently laid on the counter waiting for him.

He grabs onto your legs and lifts you off the counter and harshly turns you around. His hand coming down to your bare ass causing you to yelp.

He chuckles.

" Here is what I'm going to do, I'm going play with your little asshole until you learn to be quite"

You whimpered laying your cheek down on the counter and reaching behind your ass and spreading it. You knew twice than to disobey him. Last time you did, you couldn't sit for a couple of days.

Billy takes his index finger and middle finger and begins to rub them through your folds to gather some of your slick first. The touch made you jolt in shock, moaning at the feeling. His fingers felt so good and you could of come right there and there.

He moves to your ass, rubbing it over your hole, playing with it just like he said he was going to do.

He begins to push one finger in, a deep moan ripping from you. His other hand comes to your back, caressing it until he was knuckles deep in you. He pulls them out and slides back in, pumping you. You were a whining mess.

You needed more from him.

You pushed your ass back and he took this as a sign to add another finger, fingering you faster and deeper. You cursed underneath your breathe when he adds another finger, pumping into you.

Suddenly you gasped not feeling his fingers anymore, you were a crying mess missing his touch already.

" You ready, doll?" he asks, chuckling as you whimper in response.  

You nodded, eager for his cock.

But Billy needed words, he needed to hear your voice.

" Please, sir" you whimpered.

" Such a needy slut," he mumbles leaning down kissing one of your ass cheeks.

" Fuck you" you spatted, annoyed already by the way he was taking his time with you and being impatient. " Oh doll, you're about to," he chuckles pushing two fingers into your hole. You moan loudly and jerk from the feeling.

But, he pulls his fingers back out to take his cock in his hand, groaning as he gives it a few pumps. He grabs your waist with his other hand as he alines himself, pausing to wink at you as you look back at him as he pushes himself in.

He barely gives you time to moan or gasp as he pulls out and slams his hips forward, again and again.

Your moaning, mouth a jar in bliss and pure pleasure. He was going in and out of you with ease, quacking his pace.

The slick sound and the way his balls were slapping against your puss made your head spin, and Billy had his head thrown back as he thrusted in you. Groans coming out of him as he held onto your hips tight. You were sure he would leave bruises.

" Fuck.." you mumble against the counter, tears streaming down your cheeks as you moaned and sobbed together.

" Baby..." he heard you call him, causing him to moan as he missed the way you called him using that pet name.He was so deep inside of you making his cock twitch. He truly did love you with every fiber in him, and would do anything to have you in his life.

You felt your stomach tie in knots, you were close. Billy was close too, he wanted you to cum first though. One of his hands released from your hips and went to your clit, circling but that was not enough for him as he moved to your entrance, pumping his fingers fast in you.

" I'm g-going to-o c-cum" you mumbled, not even saying it clear as you shut your eyes. His fingers in you and his cock made the stomach that felt like a knot snap as you cum on his fingers and clenched around him. Your ass clenches around his dick making it seem like you were pulling him deeper in you.

Your body is tingling as you moan and say his name instead of sir like you were suppose to. Tears are running down your cheeks feeling the feeling of overstimulation.

Billy pauses as he removes his fingers from your pussy and grabs onto your hair bringing you as his hand comes to your throat. The pressure on your neck makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He start thrusted into your harsh like an animal, chasing his own high hearing you whimper out to him.

" I'm close" he pants, he kept thrusting until the knot inside of him comes undone and he cums inside your ass, a loan moan erupting from him as he releases the hold from your neck.

He slowly slide himself out of you as he pants, stumbling against the sink counter with his hand on either side trying to catch himself steady. Your panting, tear eyed laying on the counter as you catch yourself and raising a bit to look over to him.

" Didn't know you could fuck me that good" He chuckles as he gets wet wash clothes and wipes you away. The wetness makes you hiss as he cleans you up and throws it into the sink once he's done.

He dresses himself up, his curls plastered to his forehead and helps you get dressed back up too. You throw your hair up in a messy bun, Billy leans down to kiss you, a small peck as he winks going to the sink as he starts the dishes.

The door creaks open and Lilly peeks her head out from the door.

" Are you and daddy finishing playing tickling each other?" she asks. Billy snickers hearing her. You shoot him a glare but he doesn't see it as he's washing the dishes.

" Yes angel, daddy and I are done playing"

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" You look chippier today" Robin says as she puts in some milk in her cart. She had noticed you were glowing today and something was different about you.

" What is that suppose to mean?" she shrugs but she points to your face. " Your eyes have this look and your smiling"

" Am I not allow to smile?" you continue to roll the cart with various food items she needed. Billy was spending time with Lilly today, he had off work today and wanted to be with his little girl. Meanwhile Vicky had called you over telling you that Robin needed help grocery shopping while she goes into work. Robin had no idea what to pick out without Vicky's help.

" I never said that. But you look good, too good" you rolled your eyes. She gasped all of sudden causing you to halt in your step with the shopping cart.

" What?" you asked her.

" You dirty, dirty girl!" your eyes were wide as saucers. Did she figure it out already? She works fast.

" What are you on Buckley?"

" Billy fucked you good? Didn't he?" she asks. You slapped your hand over her mouth as you looked around to see if anyone had heard her.

" Say it louder why don't you?" you huffed. She licked your hand which you wiped against your jeans. " Gross"

" Oh shut up, not like you didn't like that" she joked.

" Did you see Eddie?" the question you wanted her to avoid asking you. It's not that you wanted to talk about Eddie. It's just seeing him has brought some sort of feeling inside of you. The feeling of your stomach tied in knots and the feeling of goosebumps.

That feeling.

" He came by to see Lilly" you picked up a box of cereal and dropped it into the cart not looking at Robin who was giving you a look.

" And did you talk to him?"

" Talk about what Robin?" she threw her hands up in the air.

" I don't know about life, how he left on tour.. I don't know... how you were the reason he his band got so big..I don't know the unknown feelings..."

" What feelings? There isn't feelings. I'm with Billy" she nodded.

" But are you in love with Billy or is this something else? Maybe Eddie coming back ins't a bad thing.. you know. You two have history"

" I love Billy, Eddie is the past"

She didn't really believe you. But she didn't press you on it anymore as she follows you returning to the conversation she had with you earlier about her dogs.

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" Mama!" Lilly beamed as she raced towards you when you arrived home with some of your own groceries in hand. They were taken away from you and set on the counter as Lilly wrapped herself around your legs.

" I missed you my little angel" you grab onto her hands and blew raspberries on them looking down at her. Her blue eyes were twinkling as she giggled.

" How was your day?" you asked her kneeling before her. She swung your hands side to side.

" Daddy took me to you work and I got special pancakes, we drove to the lake too and threw rocks. We looked for worms too" you laughed knowing how much she loved to look for her worms. Her little friends as she calls them.

You looked up at Billy as he watched you from where he sat. His head tilted to the side. His curls hanging against his forehead, blue eyes locking on you, his cheeks were flushed and a smile appears on his face.

" I'm glad you had a good day" she yawned and rubbed her eyes. " Nap?" she nodded her head. You picked up her up in your arms, grabbing her a juice that she liked to drink.

Billy gotten up to kiss her on the head as you carried her to her room. She drank her juice while you changed her into something comfy to wear letting her hair down from her pig tails.

" You look happy" she says climbing into her bed.

" You make mama happy" you lean down tickling her little tummy making her giggle pulling the covers over her. " Sleep well, my little one."

Lilly likes to take naps sometimes otherwise she's going to be cranky all day. She was old enough to not take naps but she has grown to it and you let her do it once a week.

She snuggled in her bed while you closed the door and leaving it a jar as you headed to the kitchen seeing Billy unpacking the groceries.

" You didn't have to that" he turns his head to see you standing there.

He shrugged, " it's no problem."

" Robin today basically told the whole store you fucked me so good" the box in Billy's hands dropped as he heard you. His head snapped to look at you to see if you were joking and when he didn't see a smile or hear a laugh, his eyes grew wide.

" She did what?" you nodded.

" Don't worry, I put my hand on her mouth before she can yell it to everyone in Hawkins"

He wiped an imaginary sweat off his forehead like that was a close one.

" She said I was glowing when she saw me and I was smiling" he stopped what he was doing as he came around you and wrap his arms around you putting his chin on top of your head.

" Are you happy with me?" he asked. You brought your head up to loo cat him searching his face to see what this was really about.

" I am, you know that" he nods.

" I know I haven't been around when Lilly was born and Munson, had to be here" he scoffed at the mention of his name leaving his lips. " I haven't treated you the best either, I'm sorry.."

" Who knew Billy Hargrove could apologize" he rolls his eyes as he slightly pushes you. " But your here now, Lilly loves you and I love you"

" I love you too" he says leaning down to peck your nose.

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Steve suggested you all have a movie night like old times except this time Billy was bringing Lilly to work, the kids would be gone and it was just you, Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin and Nancy. The others couldn't make it for some reason.

It's been years since you have done this. Felt like years.

" Y/N, can you go get the bowl and fill it with chips? You know where it is right?" Steve asks as he sits on the floor looking through the movies that are laid out. He had to fight with Robin on which movies were being watched tonight.

" Yeah, I got it" you nodded as you stood up from the place on the couch and headed into the kitchen. You hummed as you looked around for that bowl that you know Steve's wife kept at. It was on the top shelf at the corner. You climbed onto the counter top on your knees and Eddie had happened to walk inside after going out for a smoke and sees you in his line of vision getting the bowl

But it's the peeking of your skin that catches him off guard from the way your shirt slide up. His lips apart as he licks his lips imagining the softness of your skin. He used to be able to feel it underneath his fingertips and against his lips.

He cleared his throat letting you know that you weren't alone in the kitchen. You hopped down from the counter with the bowl placed on the counter safely.

" Oh hey Eds"

" hey" he says as he walks towards your way and grabs the chips bag to help you out in opening it.

" You know my hands are capable of opening them myself" He smirks.

" No sorry, I wasn't informed your hands were working" he chuckled as you pushed his shoulder playfully.

" Shut it, Munson" he put his hands up laughing. Your head turned to look at him hearing him laugh. It used to be one of your favorite sounds in the world hearing him laugh. Your breath hitched not realizing how close he was and when he realized that too, he stopped laughing.

His eyes dropped down looking at your lips and back to your eyes than back to your lips and back to your eyes. You were still so beautiful to him. He fully turned to face you. You haven't fully took him, he's covered in tattoos. His hands too. He had a stubble going on that looked really good on him.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you grabbed the bowl but he took it out of your hands and placed it back on the counter. He had you backed against the counter with arms on either side of you as he leaned in a bit.

Not too close and not too far.

" What are you doing?" you asked, looking into his eyes. They were darker shade than you remembered.

" You're still so beautiful" he brushes a hair behind your ear. Usually this type of action would make you giggle like a school girl but you were with Billy.

" Eddie.." you give him a warning which he doesn't take as he leans closer. You can smell his expensive cologne on him, hint of weed and cigarettes off of him.

" Why not me?" Eddie asks, his fingers are itching to grab a hold of your hands in his but he doesn't and keeps them on either side of you. Why not him what?

Did he forget what he did to you? He cheated on you.

" I'm with Billy now" He nods but doesn't move away.

" Tell me to leave, tell me you don't want this..." he says. He has hope that you want him as much as he wants you. Your body is craving his touch and your mind is screaming at you to push him away and yet you can't. This was Eddie.

You loved this man with all your heart, he hurt you but he took good care of you and took care of Lilly too. You were confused on what you were feeling.

When you don't move Eddie brushes his lips against yours, just a small brush causing you to gasp as you push him away.

" I'm with Billy, what makes you think I want to be with you? Did you forget what you did or should I remind you?" He hung his head as he shook his head. He still has the clear picture of your face when you found out what he did.

" Is that why you did what you did?" he rose his head to meet your gaze. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion on what he means. But you kinda figure it out. He means him becoming who he was today, with his band.

" Not really" you tell him. " Corroded Coffin deserved the world, and I pushed it into your hands"

He gently smiles.

" You know I'm never going to be thankful for what you've done" you nodded.

" It was your dream" He nodded. " It was but that wasn't all of it, my dream was to share it with you. To show the whole world that someone like me had someone like you by their side and I screwed it all up."

You pursed your lips, " Yeah, well. Things looked up for you anyways. I'm sure you had plenty of babes thrown your way anyways."

" Why does it matter how many?"

You rolled your eyes, " It doesn't matter" you picked up the bowl of chips but Eddie didn't believe that it didn't matter to you when clearly it does. It was just a number but that number seemed to bother you as you walked away from him.

You sat yourself between Dustin and Eddie who came trailing behind you. He threw his arm at the back of the couch sharing one more look with you before the move started.

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There was silence between the two of you as you told Billy what Eddie almost did. You were witting for Bill to lash out or say something mean to you. But he doesn't.

He's looking at the ground with his arm across his chest like he's thinking hard on this.

" I didn't kiss him or anything" He nodded letting you know he heard you. " Are you going to say something?" He rose his head to meet your gaze. Those blue eyes off his are glossy.

" What's wrong?" you step over to him bringing a hand to cup his cheek. " Baby?"

" He's going to take you away from me, away from Lilly" he sniffled as tears started to pool down his cheeks. " No, No, No" you shook your head as you wrap your arms around his neck. Billy wraps his arms around you as he buries his face into your neck.

" He's not going to take me away, no"

" Daddy?" you heard Lilly ask. Billy pulled away from you as he hears his daughter voice call out to him and brushed his tears away from his face. He doesn't want Lilly to see him like this.

He was strong and he didn't want Lilly to think her dad was weakling.

" Why are you crying?" Billy kneel down.

" I'm not crying" he shake his head but Lilly can see his red eyes and the fresh stained cheeks with tears.

Lilly walks into his arms, burying her face into his neck as she snuggles him. He stands up with her in his arms. Those two were a copy of each other.

He kisses on top of her head as he holds her.

" I love you daddy" she says. Her eyes turn to you.

" I love you mama"

" I love you too, both of you" you kissed Lilly's cheek and took one of Billy hands bringing it up to his lips. Billy looks down at you as you do and he smiles.

He hopes that his heart doesn't get heart broken. He doesn't want to lose you or Lilly.

[kissporsche]

Considering that Pete's scars at the beginning of ep 13 are more healed and he is not wearing bandages we can assume it was after another sex scene that we actually didn't see. So I am curious how Vegas initiated it. Did he snuggle in Pete's bed and started touching him, did he try to flirt with him first, was it while they were just talking about something and Vegas started kissing Pete? Was Pete willing to give into it like the first time with all the passion? Was it Pete who started it? :)

ANON 💕💕💕 (sorry this took so long to respond to I was lost in the world tour sauce)

Okay so, a few things change between the sex scene in ep 12 and the opening of ep 13, namely that Pete's bandages are off, he's in handcuffs again and they're both partially clothed.

I'm actually torn on how much time as passed, from the glimpses we get of Pete's wounds in ep 12 they seem to be fairly healed, just still bandaged, so I think this scene could come about pretty soon after the events of ep 12. And in fact I think it has to be fairly soon because of the change we see in Pete's demeanor.

That's a big change from happily handing over the ropes to get fucked by the villain Pete to reality crashing down on him Pete. That's why I think there isn't a huge timeskip, because everything we see of Pete in ep 13 is him still processing episode 12. And I think maybe the thing that pushed him into that spiral of realisation is Vegas handcuffing him again.

Anyway none of this is what you asked SO. I think after the first time and Vegas's palpable italicised oh moment he does a little bit of what could generously be called aftercare. At least, untying Pete and cleaning them both off (removing the bandages in the process). I don't know how much they talk (beyond whatever they're whispering to each other that we don't get to hear BOC REALEASE THE TAPES) and they're both so blissed out still it doesn't matter, just revelling in being able to touch each other, at being together, however monumentally unlikely that must seem.

And maybe those quiet touches turn into something more, something a little more deliberate. Maybe Vegas catches Pete's eye and smirks as if to say "it's no fun if you don't give in" so Pete takes the initiative and runs his hands down Vegas's chest the way he wanted to before but couldn't because his hands were tied, and he's the one to pull Vegas in for another kiss.

(Maybe Pete is starting to feel reality creep back in and settle uneasily in his stomach, maybe Vegas's hands taking his wrists and pinning them to the bed, biting into his lip, sucking bruises into his neck empties his mind so he can have a little longer, just a little longer of living in the moment and letting himself want without holding back)

And I think this time is slower, a little more exploratory, more indulgent. Pete isn't tied up now so he lets his eyes and hands and mouth wander as he pleases, delighting in the fact that he can provoke Vegas's reactions with this, too, as well as with his words. Vegas can test the waters a little bit more, drinking in Pete's reactions to fingers in his mouth or teeth over his tattoo or a hand wrapped around his neck. Learning each other a little deeper and taking their time with it.

Pete can sink down into pure sensation, living for the present like he wants to be able to always do, not having to reckon with his own feelings. Vegas (as we see in the ep 13 scene) is still absolutely wrapped up in the euphoria of having found someone like Pete who seemingly complements him so well.

But once again when it's done and they've put some clothes back on, Vegas makes the decision to put the handcuffs back on. Like we see in ep 13, Vegas still thinks he and Pete are playing the same game, not seeing the fact that it's destroying Pete. And I think the click of those handcuffs was like a bucket of cold water for Pete, a jarring reminder that what they just did was... inadvisable (completely insane) and he is still trapped in a situation where he is being actively dehumanised, now with the added complication of sex, sex that he really really enjoyed.

And that is the mental state that Pete goes into episode 13 with.

[baatarthefirst]

3 for the ship headcanons

Did they ever had more "spicy" dreams about each other?

Yep. For Janai, she had one after Amaya's Trial of Light; being overpowered by her prisoner in the ring of fire, the golden handcuffs used against her. It surprised her for a number of reasons including (but not limited to) her prisoner, and she'd never been restrained in bed (not even considered it).

Amaya had a dreams after the storm spire. In the dream they were touring the dragon guard's quarters and next thing she knew the door was bolted and Janai threw her on the bed. When she woke up she came this close to asking the golden knight if she wanted to take a look around the elven living spaces.

[dark-frosted-heart]

2nd Anniversary Event - More Love with the Beast - Keith (premium end)

This is in Alter!Keith's POV

"And she still thinks of this "good-for-nothing" as her older brother. She's a really kind younger sister."

Yes, Keith is worthless, his alter thinks. Even if he’s helping people in trouble or working hard for his country, a failure is a failure. There are two easily explainable reasons for this. The first, [the reason is left blank]. The second was because there was more than one Keith. The frequency of swapping has also increased. It went from once a year to once every six months, to once every few months to once every few weeks, to once a week to once every 12 hours. For them, it was both an good opportunity and a moment of crisis.

Keith asks MC if she wants the handcuffs removed. Of course she does, she says. Then, he starts, will she do him a favor? Though the alter smiled as he pretended to be that guy, MC's shoulder's jolted a bit. He attributes her reaction to him overdoing it earlier during the fight. MC asks what he wants and he says he wants her to show him her favorite place. Keith explains that he felt he was getting greedy with MC showing him the various stores so that he could pick out gifts for his sister, so he wants to know what stores MC likes too. That's partially true, he thinks. MC sighs in relief and nods, agreeing to show him her favorite place.

While the reason for the swap was annoying, Alter!Keith couldn't help but find this situation convenient. Cuffed and confused, MC looked like a cute little animal that stirred up some sadistic feelings. He had always been scolded by other nobles that he played around too much. His butler, Liam, often tells him that he overdoes it, but it's not like he's doing anything that affects the country negatively. If one wants to do things right the first time, then instill fear so that things won't happen a second time. The ones who bring the alter out are either incompetent or people who want to go through hell. He doesn't like hurting others, but it's what works. However, seeing MC just makes him want to bully her for no reason. It brings him back to the time they pretended to be lovers. It wasn't often he got to experience a woman's honest reactions and he liked it. And her eyes. The discomfort she felt seeing someone act different than usual, but also the curiosity to know more. It seems like with the previous incident, that discomfort that's been hidden inside her grew stronger. Maybe today, he'll get to see where that curiosity leads her.

Keith tells MC that he'll remove the handcuffs. He uses the hairpin to unlock it and then wipes it off thoroughly with a handkerchief. He tells her to stay still as he's going to put it back in her hair, but MC says she can do it herself. Keith pretends that he doesn't hear her though and steps behind her while removing his gloves. He runs his fingers through her hair and purposely brushes against her ears, causing her to shiver. When he's finished, MC's amazed by how beautifully he put her hair together and thanks him. This was the first time he's seen such a lively smile from her, he imprints into his memory.

MC takes him to bookstore that's been around since before she was born, so it's not hard for her to find a valuable book. He had expected her favorite place to be a bookstore since she talked about it a lot. And she'd often discuss books with Keith. Outwardly, he says that maybe he'll try to look for a good find, but internally the alter questions what's so interesting about books. Glacing at MC, he sees her eyes light up like a child's, forgetting that they were in the middle of a tour. Alter!Keith's never been interested in books like Keith was. One of the unfortunate aspects of sharing a body. While he doesn't mind listening to blabber about things he's not interested in, he doesn't want to feel alienated. Though MC was occupied by books, she'd still look to him from time to time. To the alter, this was his good find.

The sun sets and the last place MC take him to a place that overlooked the capital. As they look down at the town, Keith can feel a pair of eyes on him. He has an idea of what MC's thinking but doesn't blame her for not bringing it up because of how crazy it might sound.

Suddenly, a conversation that MC and Keith had comes to the alter's mind. He brings up coin tossing and asks MC if she's gotten better at it since the time he taught her during their last tea party. And she had promised that she'd "show him next time." MC hesitantly says that she does remember. She asks him why he's bringing coin tossing up and he replies that there wasn't a specific reason. And it looks like there's something MC wants to ask him. The two stand in silence for a while before MC looks at him with determination.

She tells him that sometimes when she's with Keith, she gets these strange thoughts. Like she feels as if there are two Keiths. A gentle Keith that helps those in need, and a cold Keith that binds others with fear. In the beginning, MC wondered which was the real Keith. And why he'd try to fake the other personality. But as they spent more time together, she wasn't sure anymore. Both Keiths felt like the "real" Keith.

Keith says she's saying some interesting things. There is clearly one Keith that stands before her. But, he continues, what if she was right and there were two people?

"Two Keiths?" MC asks.

Keith asks her about the possibility of there being a cold Keith and a gentle Keith. What if they both currently existed in the body before her? MC goes quiet for a brief moment before answering. If Keith says that there are two of him, then she'll believe him. She'd like him to tell her about him again as she'd like to understand both of them. Keith looks at her in surprise and then drops his mask.

Alter!Keith tells her that he's been waiting a long time for a chance to talk to her like this. From this point on, he won't have to hide.

True thoughts spill out, something sharp pierces his heart as he's reminded of his purpose. The pain melts into darkness.

Epilogue

[ridiasfangirlings]

What would the character's do if they won some money from a raffle? What do you think they'd use it on?

I feel like S4 would be more boring about this since they probably all have a pretty good amount of money anyway, with the government salary and living in a dorm where they don’t even have to pay rent. Fushimi also presumably has access to Niki’s money though I doubt he touches that, even if he got some extra prize money separate from that I imagine he wouldn’t do much more than maybe buy himself some upgraded electronics. Munakata also seems to be pretty well off (I believe Gora mentioned he paid Fushimi’s ransom to Douhan himself, so…where did you get all that cash Captain) but I think he would be generous if he won some unexpected money. Depending on the amount I could see him just buying himself some new puzzles and then possibly gifting some to his parents and investing the rest, money likely isn’t something he’s terribly worried about. Awashima I imagine buying herself all the expensive high end anko treats of her dreams, like she can finally afford that rare chocolate-covered anko truffle with gold dust. 

The alphabet squad would likely have more fun with it, Enomoto definitely buys himself some new games and maybe a few expensive waifu figures that he’s always wanted. Gotou buys a rather large cursed fertility statue that fits very neatly in the corner of his dorm room, right where the eyes can stare at Hidaka all night long. Hidaka I imagine being the one to like throw a party, like drinks are on me tonight and he just has a great time. Doumyouji has to be talked out of buying himself something super cool like a motorcycle or a giraffe. Kamo definitely just quietly sends all his winnings to his kid, maybe keeping some back to take them to an amusement park or something the next time he’s able to see them. Benzai takes a tour of all the cat cafes in the area and pays extra for private time petting the cats. Akiyama buys himself some new pointy boots and handcuffs and doesn’t tell anyone. 

Homra meanwhile would be more excited about finally not being poor (or maybe not, they got that big pile of reward money for Totsuka’s killer from somewhere, are they secretly rich too). Kusanagi probably just puts the money back to work for the bar, paying off debts and maybe refurbishing some things and buying new furniture and some fancy wine, stuff like that and Totsuka complains that Kusanagi should let himself have more fun. Totsuka totally squanders all his winnings with really wild hobbies, like he’s always wanted to ride an elephant do you think this is enough for that. Mikoto I feel like wouldn’t even care, like on the bright side he can pay for his own cigarettes now but there’s nothing he really wants to do with the money. At most I imagine he’d use it to take Anna places and maybe slip some to Kusanagi as payment for all the times Kusanagi’s probably ended up supporting him.

Yata I imagine being the one who spends all the money really quickly on like a new skateboard and video games and treating his friends to stuff and then a week later is scrambling to pay his rent. Kamamoto probably uses the money on other people, like he goes out for drinks with everyone or buys Ayumi a gift, I could also see him giving some of the money to his parents to help with the shop. Fujishima gifts a lot of his money to the local animal shelter and uses the rest to buy pet supplies for any rescues he ends up with in his own apartment (Eric says he’s going to use the money on fun things but then buys pet supplies for Fujishima instead). Chitose goes to a bar and buys drinks for every cute girl he sees and then is bummed when he has no money left to take any of the girls he gave his number to on dates. Bandou probably tries the same thing except all the ladies at the bar thank him for the drinks and then ask him if he can help set them up with Akagi. Anna would I think immediately offer the money to Kusanagi, who ruffles her hair and tells her to keep it. Anna then ends up spending it to buy everyone gifts instead, imagine her insisting she needs to go out on a shopping trip on her own and the Homra guys shadowing her as she tries to get something special for everyone.