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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Needy | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.6k

summary: Eddie has never given it all to you because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you refuse to wait any longer. You want all of him and you want him now.

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (I think), squirting, overstimulation, ?

sorry this has taken so long I don’t know writing hasn’t exactly been my top priority because I’ve got a lot going on but I’m still writing as often as I can so new fics are gonna be slow but I promise I’ll be back to posting like I used to soon

The first time you saw Eddie’s dick, you were honestly worried. One, how the hell does he find pants and underwear big enough to fit that thing. Two, how were you ever gonna get it inside you.

He knew that look. A lot of girls wore the same look when they saw him for the first time. He didn’t understand it really, he knew he was a little blessed but he thought he was just a little above average.

So naturally, he went down on you and fingered you till you came 3 times to make sure you were relaxed and wet enough for him to stretch you out. You’d honestly never felt anything as good as Eddie’s cock, and ever since then you’d been obsessed with it.

You’d be calling every night begging him to come over, or to come pick you up just so you could feel him deep in you, feel that overwhelming stretch that felt better than anything you had ever felt before. He didn’t mind too much, he found it adorable how needy you’d get, whining about how much you need to have him inside you.

You almost always got what you wanted, but not entirely. He never sunk all the way in. Majority of the time he was on top, and even when you were on top he’d still be holding you still while fucked up into you. He didn’t want you to sink all the way down and hurt yourself, he knew he was thicker at the base and he didn't want you to go too far.

You had begged and begged him to let you try and see if you could take it, but he would never let you. No matter how hard you begged or how much you tried to force yourself lower, he always managed to stop you.

But tonight, oh you were getting what you wanted. You’d been the horniest you’ve ever been in your life the entire day, feeling your slick stick to your inner thighs whilst you worked and noticing a wet patch on your seat when you got out of the car, you knew you needed him and you needed all of him.

“Ed’s, put the book down” you said as you came in, throwing your bag on the dresser and unbuttoning your work shirt. Holy shit did he hate that shirt, he hated it because it was so provocative and they always gave everyone a size smaller so they would attract customers with their “attractive waitresses.”

But right now, oh god you looked sexier than ever. Your hair was a little disheveled, your makeup making your eyes look darker and even more attractive. He wanted to devour you and make you cum till you couldn’t think anymore.

You worked your shirt off, stepping closer to him as you unbutton your shorts. You got to the edge of the bed and kicked your shoes off before slipping your shorts off as well. He grinned at you as you climbed on top of him, resting your hands on his ribs as you leaned down and kissed him.

“Mm, baby” he groaned through the kiss, his voice low and raspy making your pussy clench around nothing. You moved your hands to his chest, grinding down on his half hard cock. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist hard.

You lightly tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he pulled away, nodding at you. You got his shirt off and he smiled up at you, toying with the straps of your thong. You bit your lip and he sat up, running his thumb along your bra strap.

You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting him slide it off of you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect” he said and scoffed, burying his head between your breasts. Kissing, licking, sucking, he was all over your boobs for a good few minutes.

Once he seemed to finally move on, you got off the bed and said “take off your pants and boxers…please,” He shook his head and complied, groaning when you took your panties off and he saw your bare cunt, slick spreading on your inner thighs.

You whimpered softly as his huge cock sprung out, leaking precum as he hissed, jerking himself off for a little relief. You smiled and crawled on top of him again, running your hands up and down his chest and stomach, watching his cock jump as you felt his thighs up a little.

“Baby please…I need you. It hurts…” he said and you giggled. You bit your lip and lined yourself up with him, sliding down a little and stretching yourself. He sighed relievingly and squeezed your tit in one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip as he moaned at the feel of your tight, warm, and wet pussy on his sensitive tip.

“Go slow, babe. D-Don’t hurt yourself” he grunted out, he’d kill to pound into you till the sun rose but he never expressed it, because he would never risk hurting you. You groaned and started bouncing on him, not going all the way just yet.

He moved a hand to rub at your swollen clit, moaning loudly as your pussy sucked his cock in over and over again. “Baby…fuck, I love this pussy” he said and you smiled.

You grabbed his hands, forcing him to lie on his back slightly and held his hands as you continued bouncing on his cock. He grunted, abs tensing slightly as the pleasure consumed him. Perfect, just what you wanted.

You smirked, kissing down his jawline and neck. Once he was plenty distracted you sat up, his arms still above his head squeezing the pillow now to ground himself. You placed your hands on his chest and bit your lip, quickly sliding all the way down till your clit touched his little patch of pubic hair.

You gasped, moaning loud as your pussy stretched around him, feeling so so full you couldn’t believe it. “Babe!” Eddie shouted and grunted, shuddering as his cock throbbed. Your brows furrowed, jaw dropped as you moaned like crazy.

“Eddie…oh- oh I can barely take it- y- y-your so big- Eddieee!” You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. He breathed a little heavy as he wrapped his arms around your back, kissing you gently.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect!” He said and you whimpered. You lifted yourself up and slammed back down, nearly knocking the wind out of yourself. He was so deep, and so thick you could already feel yourself getting close.

You only bounced a few more times before you were cumming hard, screaming Eddie’s name and squeezing his cock so good he couldn’t even think straight. “Haggh! Good girl…yea, cum so f-fast on daddy’s cock” he said and you cried his name, whimpering as your orgasmed continued to hit you in waves, your clit twitching hard as your pussy spasmed around his dick

“I- Uhh! Eddie! It’s too much- it- ahhh!” You moaned, tears streaming down your face from overstimulation. He gently pulled you off and you panted heavily, resting against his chest. “Eddie…” you giggled and he hummed, caressing your hair.

He was a little upset at you for doing it without warning and pushing yourself too far, or so he thought. “Need it again…please?” You begged and he furrowed his brows. He sighed and said “it was too much for you”

“No, I want it again” you said and looked up at him, straddling his lap. He kissed you softly and said “you just calmed down from the first one, baby you need to relax for a second” “Ed’s…” you whined, pawing at his chest.

He rolled his eyes and said “turn around then,” You smiled and turned around so your ass was facing him and he sat up, getting ready for you to sink down on his cock. He kissed your neck a few times and said “come on, babe, let me feel that pussy again,”

“Thought you wante-” “shut up,” he whispered as he pushed you down on his dick, making you whimper. You let out a strangled moan, your thighs tensing slightly as you got used to the feeling again.

You took all of him, whimpering and writhing on his fat cock. He grunted and squeezed your hips, biting your shoulder slightly. You groaned and started to bounce, holding one of his hands and reaching behind you to pull at his hair with the other and keeping him buried in your neck, just where he liked.

“Fuck! It’s so good- it’s so good!” You babbled mindlessly. He grunted and chuckled, palming your ass. You were so fucking sensitive, you didn’t know if you were gonna be able to get him there before you came again.

He smiled as he watched you bounce on his cock, face twisted in pleasure as you pulled at his hair and squeezed his hair. He grunted and said “could watch you ride me all day, gorgeous…”

You mewled at that, groaning harshly when he started to fuck into you slightly, feeling like the wind was being knocked out of you. He smiled and ran a hand over to your front, pushing down on the bulge of his cock in your lower tummy. You gasped and looked down, moans growing louder at the realization of how big he was and how deep you were taking him.

You whined, crying out as you started to clench hard around him. He groaned and bucked his hips harder, wanting to cum with you. You gasped as your legs shook, a sob racking your body. You didn’t know what he was doing to you, you were cumming so easily and so hard you couldn’t handle it.

“Fuck, babe…so sensitive,” he said, rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed, your pussy clenching so hard as you squirted all over him. Your whole body was shaking, your breathing all kinds of messed up and your moans and whines flowing out freely.

Your mind felt fuzzy after you finally stopped, nearly slumping over if not for Eddie holding you. He got you off his dick, laying you next to him as you panted hard, clinging to him. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking down at his angrily red cock. He needed to cum so bad, and he knew you didn't mean to but fuck he was really worked up.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you started to apologize and he shushed you, kissing your head and holding you close to him. He smiled and said “it’s alright, princess. I know, I know, you just can’t handle me, hmm? Too big for my little princess”

You mewled, peppering kisses on his jawline as slick gushed from your pussy again. You were so tired and sore but you wanted to make him cum and you’d do anything to get him there.

“Ed’s…” you whimpered, grabbing his hip. He shook his head and said “babe, uh uh, you’re gonna overdo it. I’m good, I’ll take care of it” “no, no Eddie….please” you said and he sighed.

“One more,” he said and you nodded, biting your lip. He kissed you softly, swallowing the moans you let out when he cupped your pussy, playing with the stickiness between your folds and toying with your clit.

“So wet, baby,” he said, jerking himself off a little to get him somewhere. You gasped softly, your breathing shaky and irregular. He grunted and you mewled as you watched him fist his cock, the tip reaching above your belly button.

“I want it Eddie,” you whined quietly, looking up at him with pinched brows. He cursed at how adorable you looked, getting into missionary so he could see your pretty face while you came around his cock.

“Yea? What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he said and your breath hitched as his mushroom tip circled your clit. You whined and said “I…I want your cock, I want all of it! I want your cum inside me, please!”

“Shhh, pretty girl. I’m gonna give it to you real good, don't you worry” he said and kissed you softly, sliding himself in and thrusting at a good pace. Not too slow, not too fast, just enough to let you adjust to the feeling.

“Awh, so fucking tight…” he grunted and you whimpered. You squeezed his shoulders, nails digging in his skin. You furrowed your eyebrows, moaning Eddie’s name and squirming as he began to drill his cock into you.

He grunted, sucking your tits into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. God, he was a slut for your tits. Whining into your boobs, he sped up his pace as much as he could.

“Mmh…Ed- E-Eddie!” You moaned and he grunted, panting softly as his eyes squeezed shut. He thrusted hair, your pussy swallowing his dick and making him see stars. “fuck…” he whispered, squeezing the sheets beside you.

You whimpered, hands tangled in his hair as your pussy fluttered around his cock. “Shit- shit uhh…oh god, I’m close!” You moaned and he moaned into your ear, your pussy squeezing him deliciously.

“I’m almost there baby….agh! Almost there!” He said and kissed your neck a few times, squeezing your arm slightly as he tried to keep the same angle that was making his dick throb so hard he thought it might fall off.

“I can’t….ahh! Don’t stop, don’t stop till- shit- till you…fuck!” You cried out as you squirted around him again, you were so sensitive but you needed him to cum at least once. He rubbed your clit, making your eyes roll back as your legs shook hard, stomach clenching as he thrusted as fast as he could until he finally exploded in you.

He nearly screamed as he came, burying his cock deep inside you, grunting and panting as he came endlessly. “Y/n- fuuuck! It’s too good- it’s too- ughhh!” He groaned, pumping his cock into you a few more times as his cock throbbed inside you.

“Baby…hey, hey look at me,” he said and caressed your face. Your eyes fluttered open as you whimpered, looking up at him. “Hurts…” you whimpered. He kissed your head and said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Fuck, I knew I should’ve stopped I’m sorry. Why didn’t you use your safe word, huh?” “Just wanted to make you cum…” you muttered tiredly.

He sighed and started to pull out and you winced, pulling at his hair. “Ahh- babe! You know it’ll be okay once I’m out. Just relax,” he said and you sniffled. You curled over on your side once he pulled out, panting slightly.

Eddie grunted and stood up, collecting himself as he quickly realized that was not just any orgasm. He groaned and grabbed a towel to clean himself off. He winced, his dick super sensitive from the most amazing sex you two have ever had.

He put on clean underwear and made his way to the side you were facing, brushing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to do anything, you know? We don’t have to finish with each other, I don’t have to finish inside you, none of that. I only want you to feel good” he said and kissed your head a few times.

You moved to lay on your back and sighed as the exhaustion took over. “What about you though?” You asked, playing with his hair. He chuckled and said “I always feel good with you baby”

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled, wearing stupid boyish grin. He smoothed your hair back and kissed you softly, humming into the kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He said and you blushed, looking away.

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cheesec4kee · 2 months

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hi lovely !! i loved your angsty fic with charles. i wondering if you could write a charles x reader based off the the song casual by chappell roan xx

much love

Is it casual now? ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

you’ve always wanted for it to be more, for it to be a serious relationship. you’ve dreamt of it, but it may be far from ever being serious. it seems like it’ll always just be labeled as ‘casual’.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, angst-ish ??, use of y/n like once not proofread

[ a/n ] : words cannot describe how HAPPY I was when I got this req omg, I was giggling n kicking my feet !! thank u sm for this req, I had so much fun writing this !! I hope you like it <33 I’m so sorry if it’s too short (reblogs very much appreciated !!)

⸺ angst under the cut

“remember baby, no attachment.”

his words would ring in your head, loud and clear. and you’d prefer to forget them, you’d very much prefer so. you would’ve much preferred that he never said those words at all, even.

you thought you’ve hit the jackpot, managing to even befriend the monegasque. he was a popular man, a good looking one at that— surrounded with women everywhere he went.

you felt foolish for thinking that the relationship would last, you felt foolish for thinking that he would think of you better. for thinking that he’d consider you as someone he couldn’t lose.

forming a relationship with Charles wasn’t exactly easy. you didn’t know what the two of you were. friends? partners? you were confused, to say the least. you’re still holding onto the relationship, despite hearing so many rumors— that you were just a ‘friend that he bangs on the couch’.

you’d remind yourself every day, every night that the two of you were never together, and never will be. we’re not together, you tried to remind yourself whenever you two kissed, and it hurt, it hurt knowing you weren’t his first priority. you would let the words bounce in your mind as he kissed your cheek, and your forehead occasionally— we’re not together, you’d remind.

and yet, he’ll still brag you to his friends at the pier, he’ll still take care of your needs, eating you out like a starved man in the passenger seat. is it really casual now?

he talks about you to his mom, and you would’ve taken that as a good sign, as his mom invited you to her house on Long Beach— but it pains you knowing that he’s not even committed to the relationship, that’s he’s not even seeking for it. he knows that he’s just using you, and he expects you to do the same— but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. it pains you knowing that he’s talking about you to his mom only for the sake of keeping her happy that her son finally ‘found’ someone.

you’d find yourself dreaming about the two of you, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the two of you would have a shared apartment, decorating it accordingly together— make it feel like home.

and now the two of you are making out on the couch, your arms looped around his neck— his lips pressing onto yours, but his lips tasted bitter. feeling his body pressed against yours made you feel uncomfortable.

he trails down sloppy kisses to your neck, his hands roaming all over your body, finding their way to your hips.

you knew what would happen. the two of you would share an intimate moment, but as soon as it’s over— the two of you a panting and sweaty mess, it always will be “no attachment”.

and so before this would escalate any further, before you would be left with your heart aching— you mustered up the courage to ask him the question.

“..what are we?” you whispered, watching nervously as he lifts his head from your neck to look at you, his eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise on the sudden question.

“what?”

“you heard me.” you sighed, pulling your arms away from his neck, shifting slightly on the couch. the silence was deafening, you needed a answer.

“please. what’s our relationship?”

“you know what it is, y/n.” he sighs quietly, his hand cupping your face— his thumb caressing your cheek, a weak and bitter attempt to comfort you.

“no attachment, baby. it’s casual.”

“then get off of me.”

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existslikepristin · 7 months

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Well, it's a bit later still than I had hoped, but you know what? I'm not unhappy with the result. Enjoy

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, a late Kinktober fic, Dreamcatcher, Twice, Gahyeon, Jihyo, Mina, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Nayeon, Tzuyu, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, yes all of them dammit, that's a tensome right there, not simultaneously per se but close enough whatever, okay there are a lot of kinks in here ranging from tame role play all the way up to things getting shoved inside a futa dick, I won't list them all right here because part of the fun is going to be figuring out who wants what but just be wary of the plethora of kinks there be in these waters matey

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Technically Too Late to be Kinktober 2023

The door only opened a crack at first. Gahyeon didn’t say anything. She just looked over at the eye peeking out at her. That was enough, apparently. Sana flung the door wide open with a smile to match. She was wearing nothing but a set of cherry red lingerie.

“Hey! Come on in!” she said in a loud sort of whisper, “Glad you could make it!”

Gahyeon smiled back and stepped inside, kicking off her shoes. “Of course.”

The entryway led to a short hallway with a corner into the living room. Gahyeon could see Momo, dressed casually, but everyone else was blocked from view. There were quite a few people speaking at once, too many simultaneous conversations to pick out any one in particular. Turning around, Gahyeon caught Sana staring at her butt, but she chose to ignore it. “So, where’s Tzuyu?”

Gahyeon was dressed in black business-like attire, though the tank top she was wearing under the suit jacket likely wouldn’t get her any points in a truly professional interview. Not that she planned on any of what she was wearing remaining on her body for very much longer.

Sana’s smile grew even larger, and she practically shouted, “Right over here, hot stuff! In the living room!”

The conversation further inside suddenly died down except for one meek, anxious voice. “Wh-what?! Guys, I… Don’t let anyone in!”

Gahyeon smirked and raised an eyebrow. That would be Tzuyu.

Walking around the corner, Gahyeon was greeted with the full gamut of Twice. Momo in sweats, Jihyo in tight jeans and a t-shirt, Dahyun in a blouse with a lacy cardigan, Chaeyoung in an immensely baggy sweater, Jeongyeon in a hoodie and shorts, Nayeon in a beige bathrobe, Mina in cotton pajamas, and Tzuyu. She was on the floor in front of one of the room’s couches, entirely naked for all intents and purposes, with a blindfold over her eyes and her arms cuffed behind her back. Her ankles were being held by Nayeon and Jihyo, keeping her legs wide open despite her squirming. Her long, partially wet, skinny cock stuck straight out.

Jihyo beamed a grin at Gahyeon. “Welcome to our humble abode!” she sang over the sound of Tzuyu nervously squealing, “Sana was just getting her ready for you.”

“G-g-guys, n-no pranks!” Tzuyu squeaked, “It’s just M-Momo! Right?”

Nayeon giggled, “Yeah, sure… Hey Momo,” she dragged the name out sarcastically, “come bounce that juicy ass on Tzuyu’s dick?”

Gahyeon rolled her eyes and dropped her pants. She didn’t have time for too much teasing, considering the gauntlet she was about to put herself through. The discovery that Twice then made about Gahyeon’s decision to arrive without underwear earned her a variety of appreciative reactions and one quiet and confused “It’s not that w-weird, guys!” from Tzuyu. Thanks to Gahyeon’s last appointment (technically, her last appointment was the ride from her dorm to Twice’s, during which she sat on Hyejeong’s face in the back of a car), she didn’t need any prep time either.

Stepping over Tzuyu’s legs and dropping down, Gahyeon sank all the way down with no warning onto the poor, suspecting, and anxious girl.

Tzuyu didn’t exactly complain. She whined out her pleasure and followed it up with a sharp breath and a tiny smile. The room was full of hums, giggles, and even a quiet cheer.

Gahyeon pressed herself against Tzuyu, watching her relieved smile suddenly shift into a horrified expression.

“Mom-mo? Er, a-ah… Jihyo?”

Gahyeon smirked up at Jihyo, then leaned in, gave Tzuyu a few seconds worth of a steaming kiss, and whispered, “Guess again.”

The color entirely drained from Tzuyu’s otherwise slightly tanned face, and she clamped her mouth shut. Her dick stayed fully hard though, so Gahyeon ground up and down. She kissed Tzuyu more, favoring her tightened jawline and shoulders. Tzuyu’s moans strained through her tense throat.

“Can’t figure it out?” Gahyeon asked, getting nothing but a terrified squeal as a response. The rest of the Twice members laughed. Gahyeon chuckled with them. “Don’t worry. Just enjoy the ride.”

It took some time, but Tzuyu slowly loosened up. Whether that was because she was into it or because her muscles were giving out from the constant tension, Gahyeon couldn’t tell. A bit more obvious was the impending orgasm. Tzuyu’s cock throbbed inside Gahyeon. Finally, her mouth opened, but her voice was only a tiny whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m cumming.”

Gahyeon slammed down one last time, and a moment later Tzuyu tensed up again. Gahyeon planted a final kiss on Tzuyu’s lips as pump after pump of cum was let loose inside her.

When Gahyeon felt her going soft, she stood up, letting a fair bit of cum drip back down onto Tzuyu, slowly streaming down between her tits. With no time to lose, though, Gahyeon turned to face her next target.

Jeongyeon looked a little surprised, pointing at herself. “Oh, me?”

Gahyeon nodded. “If you’re ready for it.”

“Wh-who?” Tzuyu stammered.

Nobody answered, and Sana was on top of Tzuyu almost immediately, licking up the trails of cum.

Gahyeon shrugged and stepped over, sitting next to Jeongyeon on a loveseat, not too concerned about staining it with Tzuyu jizz. “If you need a minute to prep, I can take care of someone else next.”

This being the first time Gahyeon had the chance to be so close to Jeongyeon, it amazed her how small she felt. She almost wished that Jeongyeon had requested some sort of size kink play, and resolved to ask her about it some other time.

“Well, it might take a minute to get going,” Jeongyeon said with an adorable, mild blush, “but I’m ready.”

“May I help you with this top of yours then?” Gahyeon asked, running a finger along the sleeve of Jeongyeon’s hoodie.

“I would like that.”

“No r-really! Who is that?” Tzuyu continued to nervously ask, squirming under Sana’s tongue.

Finally, Nayeon responded, “Calm down, girl. It’s just Sana.”

“Oh! Oh… oh, okay,” Tzuyu sighed with relief, “W-wow, Sana, that really didn’t sound like you for a bit there.”

“Huh?” Chaeyoung chimed in, “No, Sana’s cleaning you up. The one that fucked you was Gahyeon.”

“WHO?!” Tzuyu screamed.

Gahyeon sighed, but smiled up at Jeongyeon and gently lifted the hem of her hoodie. Beneath, she found a white shirt with blue sleeves and large black lettering forming the words “MEGA MILK.” If she’d been drinking any sort of beverage, she’d have spit it out to laugh.

“How appropriate,” she chuckled, “I love it.”

Jeongyeon grinned back. “I’m glad… I don’t exactly do this kind of thing normally.”

“How do you mean?” Gahyeon asked, ignoring the sounds of Tzuyu struggling to get free behind her and everyone else laughing.

“You know.” Jeongyeon shrugged. “Make weird requests of people I don’t know very well.”

Gahyeon wrapped her arms around Jeongyeon’s waist and leaned into a light hug, “Nothing weird about it. In fact, I’m pumped.”

It was Jeongyeon’s turn to laugh. Gahyeon couldn’t help but glance down at the jiggling MEGA MILK and lick her lips, but looked back up into Jeongyeon’s eyes and continued, “If you want to get to know each other a little better though, I’ll be free next Friday.”

Jeongyeon blushed again, smirked out of the side of her mouth, and returned the hug. “I would like that… but I don’t want to, uh… get left out tonight.”

Gahyeon took the obvious hint, and reached up to give Jeongyeon a kiss on the cheek. At the same time, her hands made some less wholesome moves, eagerly but carefully sliding Jeongyeon’s shirt up. She could barely contain her excitement when she felt the skin of Jeongyeon’s boobs, braless.

Nuzzling and groping, kneading and caressing, Gahyeon loved every second she got under Jeongyeon’s shirt. “I can only imagine how tired you must be of the compliments on these, hm?”

Jeongyeon stroked Gahyeon’s back. “It’s not uncommon, but… I am in a group with Momo and Jihyo.”

Gahyeon shook her head. “Uncultured swine, then. Those two are fine, but it’s your boobs that will be stuck in my mind after tonight, I’m sure.”

Hand still on Gahyeon’s back to pull her along, Jeongyeon leaned back against the arm of the loveseat. The pivot point was perfect for putting Gahyeon’s face directly up against her chest. “I think…” Jeongyeon whispered, “I’d like to encourage that, actually.”

Gahyeon finished lifting Jeongyeon’s shirt and immediately attached her lips to a dark, luscious nipple and watched as Jeongyeon sighed quietly, throwing her head back and brushing her hair off her forehead.

Just as promised, it took a little while for anything to happen (excluding Gahyeon’s intense enjoyment of the act). Eventually though, a fine, mildly sweet liquid coated Gahyeon’s tongue. It wasn’t enough for a mouthful, but it was unmistakable. Jeongyeon’s milk.

Gahyeon took a moment to savor it, pressing her whole face into Jeongyeon’s boob, and finally pulled back enough to say in a tone just as sweet as the milk, "Delicious."

Quite unexpectedly then, Gahyeon was yanked away from Jeongyeon’s body and she fell back against the opposite arm of the loveseat. Sana jumped on top of her, smiling and giggling incessantly, notably without opening her mouth.

Sana held Gahyeon’s face in both hands, diving a bit too eagerly into a kiss. Gahyeon relented, upset about not continuing with Jeongyeon, but she figured Jeongyeon had already agreed to a future date, so there would be time.

The kiss was basically just a smash of lips on lips. Sana roughly jerked and yanked on Gahyeon’s suit jacket.

Jeongyeon groaned. “You couldn’t have waited just a few more minutes, Sana?”

Predictably, Sana had no response. She simply opened her mouth.

Gahyeon knew exactly what to expect when Sana parted her lips, so she did the same. The stream of Tzuyu cum was a bit of a flavor profile disappointment when compared to Jeongyeon’s milk, but it was by no means bad.

Once all of the jizz had been dropped into Gahyeon’s mouth, Sana backed off and removed her lacey bra, replacing it with her own squeezing fingers. She still had nothing to say, and just stared at Gahyeon expectantly, wide, excited eyes. Gahyeon had some things to say, mostly rude, as she didn't particularly appreciate having been interrupted, but with a mouth full of milk and cum and a goal that involved not spitting or swallowing, she couldn’t verbalize her annoyance.

With a powerful shove, Gahyeon sent Sana to the floor. She didn't seem to mind, scrambling onto her knees and lolling her tongue out of her open mouth, ready. Gahyeon didn’t make her wait long.

The slurry of mixed liquids spilled from Gahyeon’s lips to Sana’s tongue. A couple of drops missed, instead rolling down Sana’s chin and neck, but she scooped those up for further trade and consumption. For good measure, Gahyeon built up a bit of saliva and drooled that out as well. Sana giggled, accepting the additional ingredient to her drink, and groped Gahyeon’s thighs insistently.

"O-OH MY GOD!" Tzuyu screamed as someone removed her blindfold.

"Calm down! That's Gahyeon," said Jihyo, "You know? Dreamcatcher?"

Instantly, Tzuyu gasped deeply. "Oooh… Oh, that's the group Handong is in!"

Gahyeon chuckled, but otherwise stayed focused. She got down on her knees, wrapped her arms around Sana’s back, and created a mostly airtight seal between their lips. Sana certainly knew what was up, and got straight (or not-so-straight) into the action, swirling her tongue over Gahyeon’s, blending the objectively gross mixture into a much more consistent consistency.

"Wait, so that's my cum?!"

"Sure is," Nayeon confirmed.

Satisfied with the end result, Gahyeon tilted Sana’s head up and broke the kiss. "Good girl," she muttered.

Sana swallowed heavily, giggled some more, and opened her mouth wide to show Gahyeon it was empty.

"Does that mean it's my turn?!" Jihyo asked loudly, looming over Gahyeon from behind.

Gahyeon stood and turned around, finding herself immediately tit-to-tit with Jihyo. "I guess it does. Get naked."

Jihyo blushed, but followed the order right away. "So, what do you have planned for me?" she asked as she removed her shirt.

"It's a surprise."

"Jeongie!" Sana peeped, "I think I tasted your milk!"

"Oh…" Jeongyeon sighed, "sorry about—"

"It was so tasty! Can I have some more?!"

Jihyo dropped her bra to the floor and got started on the arduous task of wriggling out of her skin tight jeans. "You gonna whip some rope out of your jacket pocket? Seems a bit small for that. Twine? Floss?"

Gahyeon picked Jihyo’s shirt and bra up off the floor. "Something like that. Hey, this shirt's nice and stretchy. Any chance I can borrow it sometime?"

"Oh, you can have it," Jihyo said with a grunt as she finally got her pants past her ass, "It came in a pack of three!"

Gahyeon lightly slapped Jihyo’s fully revealed, commando-gone butt. "Thanks. Now come over here."

All of Jihyo’s clothes in hand, Gahyeon led her across the room to a dining chair and directed her to sit and close her eyes.

"Oh, I'm so excited!" Jihyo smiled. "Like I said, we never do quite this much at home. What's that?"

"You are, in fact, in your home. That was the first tie," Gahyeon said, "Keep your eyes closed."

Jihyo continued to follow instructions, even as her old shirt was stretched around her and tied together, holding her to the chair just under her bust and trapping one arm. "Hey, nice! I guess you had some kind of rope after all. Is that spandex? It's soft."

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I didn't check the blend."

Gahyeon pulled Jihyo’s free arm back and secured it to the back of the chair by wrapping her bra around it a couple of times and clasping it.

"That feels like a different material…" Jihyo toned, "Can I look yet?"

Gahyeon sighed, shrugged, grabbed Jihyo’s leg, lifted it over Jihyo’s head, and began tying it to her most recently restrained arm, using the legs of Jihyo’s jeans. "Yeah sure. Why not?"

Jihyo laughed as soon as her eyes were open. "Oooh! Ha! Duh. I should have guessed. Hey, that's pretty clever, but I think I might be able to escape a little easily."

"Can you?" Gahyeon asked as she finished tying a knot in the pants.

The bondage wasn't pretty, but it was effective enough. As Jihyo tried to loosen it up, Gahyeon smirked and paid more attention to her huge, jiggling tits than the integrity of the knots. She was stuck in quite the vulnerable position, arms jutting out behind her, one leg free and the other bent at the knee up near her head.

"Ah, yeah, I think if I just twist this waAAAY!"

Gahyeon lunged forward to catch the chair as it perilously tipped to the side. "Nope. Maybe you shouldn't be trying so hard."

"But if this was a real situation where I was being held hostage—"

"Then I would probably not be doing this." Gahyeon finished Jihyo’s sentence for her, pulling a bullet vibrator and a butt plug from her jacket pocket.

Jihyo gulped. "I mean, if you wanted to have your way with me—"

"That is what I'm doing, yes."

"Ha, okay, but if—"

Gahyeon put the butt plug in Jihyo’s mouth. "Hang on, please, and get that wet for me."

Subsequently, Jihyo’s moans in response to Gahyeon attaching the bullet to her clit and harshly fingering her were awkwardly muffled. They were allowed to continue, unmuffled, once Gahyeon spread Jihyo’s wetness down to her asshole, took the butt plug from her mouth, and put it where it was a bit more appropriate.

"Now, do me a favor and don't try to get out," Gahyeon said, "You'll only hurt yourself from the fall."

"Okay, sure, but… hey, where, uuungh… are you going?!"

"It's Dahyun's turn."

"But the vibrator, oh fuck… is still on!"

Gahyeon ignored Jihyo’s plea and walked back to the center of the room, tossing off her jacket on the way. She made note that Sana was sucking on Jeongyeon’s boob, and Tzuyu was shyly masturbating to the sight of it, but her next target was waiting.

Dahyun blinked, nervously looking away from where Jihyo was trapped and groaning and to Gahyeon. "So, um, my turn, huh?"

"If you still want it to be, yes." Gahyeon stood with a hand on her hip, dressed only in her tank top at this point.

The way Dahyun fidgeted with her cardigan, Gahyeon wasn't so sure the answer would be yes, so she added to her response, "It doesn't have to be though. You can wait for someone else to go first if you'd like."

"Gahyeooon!" Jihyo shouted across the room.

"Your turn's done, babe," Momo answered before going back to watching the upcoming action.

Gahyeon sat next to Dahyun, putting a hand softly on her arm. "Everything okay?"

Dahyun leaned in close and spoke quietly enough for only Gahyeon to hear over the moan-filled living room. "I don't know if I can do this. I just looked up a list of kinks and said I wanted dacryphilia but I was too afraid to look up what it meant.”

“It’s a crying kink.”

“Oh…” Dahyun recoiled back. “Yeah, I don’t think I like that.”

“That’s fine. Do you have any other kinks you would like to explore, or did everyone else force you into this?”

Dahyun sank into her seat a bit. “Yeah, it was kinda just to be included. I thought about spanking for a while and my butt started hurting out of nowhere.”

“Don’t worry about it then. Being vanilla isn’t a problem. If you still want to be included, you can… I don’t know, bring us some drinks?”

“Oh, I could do that. I can put on a maid outfit and bring it out on a platter and everything.”

Gahyeon raised an eyebrow. “You have a maid outfit?”

“Totally,” Dahyun bobbed her head, “It’s super sexy.”

“Like in a kinky way? Because that’s a kink. Very common one, actually.”

“Wait, sexy maids, kinky?” Dahyun paused and put her hand over her eyes. “Oh my god, of course it’s a kink.”

Gahyeon chuckled. “If you don’t want it to be a kink…”

“No, no.” Dahyun got off the couch. “Nope, that actually explains a lot. I’m going to go change. Anything you want? Beer, water, soju, normal milk, oat milk, grape juice?”

“I’ll just take a beer. Whatever kind you happen to have.”

Dahyun gave Gahyeon an “OK” sign and exited the room.

Looking to the side, the longest couch is where Momo, Mina, and Chaeyoung all sat. Gahyeon approached them, picking up her suit’s pants along the way, and gesturing to an excited-looking Momo who she was coming to see. Momo stood up graciously, and Gahyeon sat down in her place, right next to Chaeyoung.

“Hello, Chaeyoung,” Gahyeon said simply.

“Sup?” Chaeyoung responded quietly.

“Still want what you asked for?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Gahyeon reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a very small bottle of lube and a thin, steel rod, just a few inches long. She discarded the pants once again.

Chaeyoung leaned back against Mina, and lifted her legs, hugging them to her chest. She spread them just enough for her dick to fall down between them, then closed them again to trap it. As it turned out, she was wearing literally nothing but the large sweater.

“Nice cock,” Gahyeon said, entirely seriously. Chaeyoung’s dick was exceptionally large, at least in comparison to the rest of her small frame. It wasn’t fully hard, but Gahyeon estimated it would be about as long as her hand, wrist to fingertips. And besides its size, it just had a certain je ne sais quoi to it. “Have you done this before?”

“Technically, yes.”

Unsure of how to pose any further questions to that, Gahyeon shrugged and leaned down to lick Chaeyoung’s tip. A few more of those and she was rock hard. It seemed Gahyeon had overestimated the size a bit, but wasn’t too far off.

Gahyeon popped the lube bottle open and dipped the steel rod inside of it, swirling it around. It was a new formula from the Second Ring company, designed for extra slip, the ability to maintain external body temperature at all times, and barely had any viscosity to it. Despite this, it stuck to the rod just fine.

Chaeyoung only winced the slightest bit when Gahyeon touched the rod to the tip of her penis. Gahyeon wondered if she should wait and comfort her before going any further, but Mina casually reached over Chaeyoung’s shoulder and held her hand. Though Gahyeon hadn’t noticed any tension before, Chaeyoung seemed to release some at that moment.

The rod went inside easily, barely spreading Chaeyoung’s dick slit around it. Chaeyoung closed her eyes and took deep breaths, apparently meditating, entirely at peace with an object being pushed into her cock.

With the inside being stuffed, Gahyeon gently stroked the outside of Chaeyoung’s dick too. “Everything alright so far?” she asked.

Chaeyoung nodded serenely. "I think I could take bigger."

"Longer or wider?"

"Bit of both."

Gahyeon smirked. "Another time then?"

"Mhm."

"But right now…" Gahyeon held the rod by its end, a small ball meant to prevent the rod from disappearing completely. She wiggled it back and forth, twisted it, and pumped it in and out of Chaeyoung's cock, all very softly.

Through it all, Chaeyoung barely reacted, only taking somewhat sharper breaths any time Gahyeon pressed in on the outside of her cock.

"Would it be alright with you if I left this in you for a while?" Gahyeon asked.

"I'd love that…" Chaeyoung whispered, dropping her head back onto Mina's arm.

"Very good. I'll be sure to take care of it when I'm done here, then."

"H-hey! Me first thou—oooh shit!" Jihyo screamed the last part as a gush of liquid from her pussy soaked the chair she was tied to. The orgasm's aftershocks kept her quiet.

Gahyeon shook her head. Little did Jihyo know, she'd be spending quite a bit longer tied up that night, and would likely cum several more times, according to Gahyeon’s plans.

But of course, Gahyeon's plans for the other members were not yet finished.

"Mina?"

Mina sighed, "Present."

Gahyeon smirked. "I can tell. I'm looking right at you."

"Yup. Let's get this over with," Mina grumbled as she carefully moved out from beneath Chaeyoung.

Nayeon scolded Mina, "Hey! Don't be rude!"

"Not trying to be. I'm very excited," Mina said, contradicting herself with her bored tone. She pulled off her pajamas, dropped them on the floor, and turned around, getting onto her knees on the couch, resting her elbows on the back. Her ass jutted out, round, beautiful, inviting. Even so, Gahyeon didn’t go straight for it.

"You sure?" Gahyeon asked, "I mean, same thing I told Dahyun: You don't have to participate if you don't want to."

"Ah. Cool." Mina shrugged and sat back down. "Who's next then? Momo? Nayeon?"

Momo groaned loudly, "Fun suckerrr."

Gahyeon took Mina's hand and pulled her up, back into the entryway of the apartment. Somehow it was only then when she noticed the dick hanging between Mina's legs.

"Wait, don't leave! Aaah, fucking god! I'm getting really sensitive here!" Jihyo screamed as she saw the two going toward the door.

"Okay, we don't have to get into the whole story here, but why are they so insistent that you join in?" Gahyeon asked Mina in a hushed tone.

Mina rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be a part of this stuff pretty much ever. We had a single orgy one fucking time and now they want to see me getting my ass eaten or my thighs fucked all the time. I just want to go back to my room and chill with Chaeyoung."

"Does Chaeyoung want to leave too? I can go take the stuff out of her cock."

"No. She's been talking about this for weeks. It's been cute and scary."

"Scary?"

"Yeah, because she wanted shit shoved inside her dick."

"Valid. Well, what do you want to do about it? If you'd rather not do anything kinky or have sex with me, I definitely don't want to push you into it."

Mina crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "It's not like that. You're cute. I'm just sick of… all this, you know? I don't know. I'm cool with sticking to the plan and having you eat my ass… I might just fake an early orgasm or something."

"Well, if we're going to do anything, is there at least anything else you'd rather do? Something that might make you cum for real, or just something you'd enjoy that you've never tried? That's the whole reason I'm here."

Mina just shrugged.

Gahyeon gave it a moment of thought. "You ever thigh fucked someone else? Or have you always been on the receiving end?"

"People really like fucking my thighs."

"Do you want to fuck mine? Or maybe try hotdogging?"

"What's that?"

"Same idea as thigh fucking, but between my ass cheeks."

Mina's eyes traveled down slowly, so Gahyeon turned around, rubbing her hands down her back and over her butt. "Totally up to you. Or we can just say we did it and move on."

"Uh… we can… yeah, try that."

Gahyeon looked over her shoulder. Mina's cock had sprung fully to life. With a smirk, she backed up, just until the tip was nestled in the cleft of her ass. Mina took a sharp breath.

"In here with the shoes?" Gahyeon asked, "Or in the living room so Chaeyoung can see what you'd like to try with her later?"

That was the right nerve to hit. Mina snatched Gahyeon’s hand and dragged her back to the living room and practically threw her onto the couch where Chaeyoung had settled back against the corner.

Gahyeon flipped onto her stomach and swayed her ass from side to side, successfully enticing Mina to jump between her legs and quickly find a position that let her rest her entire cock between her ass cheeks. Gahyeon grabbed the lube bottle from in front of Chaeyoung and held it back for Mina to take. "Go wild, Mina."

As her butt was coated in lube, Gahyeon looked around the room. Sana was still working desperately to get more milk out of Jeongyeon, who was cooing and encouraging her without looking particularly encouraged herself. Tzuyu seemed to have had enough of masturbating and was enjoying a blowjob from Nayeon. Momo was kneeling in front of Jihyo, teasing her for her inability to escape from what seemed to be another impending orgasm. Chaeyoung was stroking her steel-stuffed cock extremely slowly. And finally, Dahyun walked back in from the hallway, dressed in a frilly and extremely skimpy French maid outfit, complete with black heels and a silver tray, on which she carried several drinks.

Mina gripped both of Gahyeon’s butt cheeks, squeezing them together against her cock. The grinding began a moment later.

Dahyun sauntered up to Gahyeon, clearly using her idol trained skills to swish her mini skirt around herself as she did. "Your beer, Mistress," she said, already fully in character. Gahyeon only cringed a little at the title.

"Thank you, Dahyun. I'll be a minute here, but would you be so kind as to help me prepare for an upcoming activity?" The proper tone Gahyeon struck was quite out of place with her physical positioning, as Mina was desperately grinding up and down her ass crack. "I'd like a strap on."

Dahyun bit her lip and blushed. "For me, Mistress?"

Gahyeon smiled. "Perhaps afterward, dear, but for the time being, it's meant for someone else. I'll be needing the largest dildo available."

Dahyun briefly looked disappointed, but then clearly got to thinking. "Ah, I think I know which that would be. I'll get that for you right away, Mistress!" And with that, she set down the platter of drinks on a coffee table in the center of the room, placed Gahyeon’s beer on the floor where she could reach it, and walked back down the hallway. Gahyeon recovered from her cringe in time to watch Dahyun's bare ass bounce under the skirt as she left.

But on the note of asses, Gahyeon turned over her shoulder a bit, and found Mina staring at Chaeyoung.

Rather than question it, Gahyeon saw an opportunity. She tapped Chaeyoung’s knee and motioned for her to come close, where they could whisper into each other's ears.

"Want to swap?"

Chaeyoung blinked. "Yes."

And, to Mina's brief dismay, Gahyeon slipped out from underneath Mina. Chaeyoung maneuvered into her place however, and Mina pushed her cock between Chaeyoung's butt cheeks.

As Gahyeon stood, admiring the scene with a smile, a fist connected with her face, knocking her to the floor.

Everyone still in the room stared in shock as Momo stood over Gahyeon, fists clenched and a devious smile on her face. "Looks like it's my turn!"

Gahyeon scowled, rubbing at her cheek, wondering if the punch was going to result in a black eye. "Fuck… Well I guess I misunderstood your request. I thought you were just looking for some hate sex role play."

Momo's expression softened. "Oh! Oh shit, no, I'm sorry, I meant I literally wanted to figh—"

She didn't have the opportunity to finish her sentence, as she found herself falling backwards, shoulder impacting with the floor as Gahyeon swept her legs out from under her.

"Yeah,” Gahyeon said with a smirk before jumping back up to her feet, “I caught on pretty quick when you punched me in the face,"

Momo smiled back, climbed back up, and clenched her fists again. "Cool."

Directing Momo to the emptiest part of the room wasn’t easy, but Gahyeon lured her roughly in the direction of the hallway after slapping a punch away and jumping away from a kick. There, she slipped forward, taking a glancing blow to her shoulder, but slamming her fist into Momo’s stomach for the trouble. It was a straight shot to the diaphragm, but it seemed Momo had enough adrenaline pumping through her to ignore a missed breath or two. She lunged with a knee out, smashing into Gahyeon’s hip.

“What the fuck?!” Dahyun screamed as she came out of the hall and quickly ducked back in.

Gahyeon mistakenly turned around to tell her, “Momo’s request,” and paid for her distraction by taking a punch to the boob. “Ow! Dammit! The lack of chill in here!”

Momo almost escaped from Gahyeon’s kick, but still got caught in the thigh, partially tripping her as she slid backward. She grinned wildly. “Better not take your eyes off me!” she shouted as she charged.

Gahyeon dodged the bum rush and shoved in the same direction as Momo’s momentum, sending her tumbling into Jihyo. As one might expect she would, Jihyo screamed in a panic as the chair she was tied to tilted to the side and ultimately fell on top of Momo's back.

"Dahyun?" Gahyeon asked, holding her hand out.

"Oh, yeah, here." Dahyun flopped a massive, shockingly heavy, black dildo into Gahyeon’s hand, already attached to a set of straps.

Gahyeon was skeptical about whether or not the fabric and buckles would be strong enough to withstand the dildo's weight. "Where the hell did you get this?"

"It's Jihyo's. The one she used to fuck Eunha a while back. I dunno where she got it, but it's definitely the biggest one we've got around here."

"That's perfect. Thank you, dear… Wait, the dildo she fucked Eunha with? With the movie script from dubu's_gap?"

"The very same, Mistress, yes. It's been in a trophy case with the script… pretty much ever since it came out of Eunha’s ass. Slight exaggeration. It got washed."

Gahyeon blinked at the sacred relic she now held, then looked back over at Momo. "That will definitely work."

Dropping to her knees, Gahyeon yanked Momo's sweatpants and panties off. Momo groaned and struggled to push Jihyo off of her back, but was interrupted by the enormous slab of black silicone whacking her arm away.

"Fuckin OUCH!" Momo yelled.

"FuGgIn oUcHiE," Gahyeon mocked back and she shoved one of Momo’s legs high up and to the side, pretzeling her around Jihyo, and touching the tip of the dildo (if something so large could even be classified as a "tip") to Momo's asshole and pushed.

"W-woah, hey! There's no way!" Momo shouted, "I haven't trained for that!"

Gahyeon sighed. The dildo was so big—and Momo's ass so tight—that it was like trying to penetrate a brick wall with a butter knife. While she would normally be inclined to train anybody's ass until they could take whatever she threw at it, the process would be longer than what Gahyeon was planning on.

Instead, she decided to fuck Momo's pussy.

The grunt and breath that exited Momo's lungs sounded so forced, it was as if the giant dildo had slammed into the bottom of her lungs. A burst of liquid shot out from where the dildo stretched her lips around it, as if there just wasn't enough room for it.

"I've trained…"

Gahyeon looked over her shoulder to find Nayeon standing behind her, bathrobe wide open.

"What?" Gahyeon squinted.

"You know," Nayeon said, turning around and swishing her robe to the side to fully expose her ass, "My butt."

Gahyeon crawled around Jihyo, leaned down, and whispered into Momo’s ear, "Make Jihyo eat you out until you can’t feel those bruises anymore. I win." She not-so-playfully punched Momo in the arm one last time.

Momo groaned but smiled briefly. "Thanks, bitch."

"So…" Gahyeon said as she stood up, "Nayeon. You're last for the night. Where do you want to do this? Bathroom?"

As she spoke, Gahyeon pulled off her tank top, finally freeing her breasts. She wondered if she should have done so a little sooner. The fight made her a bit sweaty. But considering Nayeon requested watersports, she figured she would be showering in a few minutes.

"Actually, I had a new idea," Nayeon said, stepping around Momo and Jihyo to lightly caress Gahyeon’s chest, "Not to ruin your plans like a couple of my members here… I would definitely still love to play with your piss sometime, but a rare opportunity has presented itself."

"And that is?"

"I want you to fuck my ass with that." Nayeon pointed down at the dildo, still as deep as it could be (therefore about half way) in Momo's pussy.

Gahyeon shrugged. She leaned over and grabbed one of the straps connected to it and pulled, just as forcefully as she'd pushed it in. Momo grunted again as her cunt was violently emptied and left gaping.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Nayeon bit the tip of her finger.

"You will take it, yes. Naked, please."

Nayeon didn't hesitate to drop her robe. She looked like she was getting giddy. "On the couch?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran to the couch where Mina was still working her dick between Chaeyoung's ass cheeks and jumped onto all fours, holding herself aloft over Chaeyoung.

Gahyeon followed, buckling the straps around herself with one hand, trying not to let the dildo's full weight drop and break anything. She got on her knees behind Nayeon, noting the glisten of lube already present where it was sorely needed. She laid the dildo down on Nayeon's butt, giving herself a rough idea of just how far inside she was about to reach.

"Look, Mina," Nayeon giggled, "She's hotdogging me like you're—HURK!"

"Don't annoy them, Nayeon," Gahyeon said as she rammed the head of the dildo into Nayeon's ass. Its size made the head act like an oversized butt plug, Nayeon's hole trying desperately to close around it. "I need you to focus, after all, on keeping your cute little ass spread open."

Whimpering pathetically, Nayeon propped herself against the back of the couch with one arm, and reached back with the other to palm her butt cheek. Spreading her ass did nothing, frankly, but Gahyeon liked to watch her partners being complicit in their own destruction.

Gahyeon pushed ahead, admiring how smoothly the dildo slid in. Nayeon certainly hadn't lied about training. She could teach a thing or two to the rest of her members for the next time Gahyeon showed up. Even so, the silicone monster reached a point where it could go no further. A good ninety percent of its length was lodged in Nayeon's asshole. Another couple of harsh shoves resulted only in pitiful cries of pleasured pain from Nayeon, but no more distance.

"I'd heard that Jihyo was able to get this entire beast inside Eunha," Gahyeon put on her most disappointed tone, "Weird, since you're a little taller."

"It's not… all the way in?" Nayeon asked, confused and perhaps slightly delirious.

"Definitely not, but it's close enough to fuck you."

As stated, Gahyeon fucked Nayeon. The pull practically dragged Nayeon's hole back with it, and the pushes brutally shoved Nayeon against the couch. She held on to the cushions for dear life as Gahyeon threatened to ragdoll her around with an instrument of impalement.

"And just checking," Gahyeon asked even as she continued crushing Nayeon upward into the wall, "This is what you were hoping for?"

By this point, Nayeon was blubbering incoherently, slapping and rubbing her clit, so Gahyeon didn’t expect more of a response than she got, which was a half-whined, half-shouted, "YYUuuuhhh."

It was close enough, as Nayeon added to her enthusiasm with an orgasm matching the size of the dildo up her ass.

Looking around the room, Gahyeon was rather satisfied with the outcome.

Mina's cum was all over Chaeyoung’s back, and she was still going between her ass cheeks. Chaeyoung was enjoying the very specific massage, and was carefully sliding her hand up and down her steel-stuffed shaft.

Momo had a few bruises beginning to show, and had turned Jihyo right side up (which was to say, roughly on her back) and was grinding her pussy against her face. Jihyo was of course still stuck with her limbs pointing in odd directions, and the now-sideways seat of the chair was dripping with a ridiculous amount of her juices.

Dahyun was sitting behind Jeongyeon, and the two of them were the only ones still wearing any amount of clothing. Dahyun in her maid getup and Jeongyeon still wearing her shorts. The two of them were gently kissing each other anywhere they could reach, and Dahyun was caressing Jeongyeon’s tits, from which a small amount of milk continued to leak.

Sana was sitting half on top of Tzuyu, pounding Tzuyu’s dick raw with her hand, and licking Tzuyu’s face. She was both begging and commanding Tzuyu to cum again, but it looked like that likely wasn't going to be a possibility. Tzuyu was barely retaining consciousness. A white liquid drooled from the corner of her mouth, presumably because Sana sucked out her cum and deposited it between her lips.

It was all a bit late for Kinktober, but an early November kink party was about as good as Gahyeon could get between world tours.

#kpop smut #fanfic #dreamcatcher smut #gahyeon #twice smut #nayeon #jihyo #momo #sana #chaeyoung #dahyun #tzuyu #mina #jeongyeon #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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twsted-kinks · 9 months

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YOOO hey bro i got a wonderful ask for you!! idk if this tickles ur fancy or whatnot but what abt -

some leona/afab!reader, rough sex, and perhaps some predator/prey funtime? like girlypops (reader) is just trying to get around the dorm and then BOOM here comes mr slutty slut (leona). throw some piss in there if that makes u jump with joy

also, thoughts on barbed dicks? saw that in a leona fic once. god damn.

love your writing!!

-may I be your 👾 anon?

>minors and ageless dni<

👀 👀 👀 Rough sex? Pred/prey? Barbed dicks? Piss? Hell fucking yeah! Also you can definitely be my whatever emoji that is anon! (Sorry my phone for some reason doesn't want to copy and paste it). Also this one kinda got away from me so also have some other kinks thrown in.

Lion's Slut (Leona x Afab Reader)

Content Warning: rough sex, pred/prey, barbed dick, exhibition, stalking, vouyerism, dubcon, noncon but everyone is enjoying themselves, degradation, Leona calling Yuu "bunny", breeding, reference to Yuu fucking Ace and Deuce, reference to Yuu being free use, free use, Yuu be a slut, can skip the piss at the very end

You don't know exactly when it started, but something peculiar has become a common occurrence in your everyday life. A pair of eyes always watching, a predator hunting you from shadows and foliage, a nose always able to follow your scent wherever you go. You were never sure who or what was following you until one day, when the predator finally pounced.

You were just outside the Ramshackle Dorm, admiring the stars as you laid in the grass. That's when you heard it, movement. Something shifted in the unkempt weeds. You partially sat up, resting on your elbows when you looked around. It was probably just some small animal trying to find some food, but something felt off, something wasn't right. Thats when you saw two reflected dots of light. Two green eyes stared back at you. A chill ran through your body, the hairs on your body stood up, and you froze. For a moment, the two of you sat still, staring at each other. Until, finally, your sense of flight kicked in.

You were given no time to adjust. The cock pulled back slightly before it was shoved in even deeper. In only a few harsh thrusts, the man on top of you was rutting into you, balls slapping your clit as his entire cock plunged into you again and again. Every time he pulled out, his barbs tugged on your walls, making your toes curl. You heard deep grunting and growling next to your ear as the man nibbled and licked your ear. The man tried different angles until he finally got a loud whimper from you. His abusive fucking then aimed for that same spot, making your legs shake. You needed more, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. Then, you finally snapped, cumming all over his cock and drenching the torn clothes and floor below you.

You ran as fast as you could. You stumbled, almost tripped, but ran all the way to Ramshackle's door. You yanked it open, almost passing through, when a heavy weight suddenly hit you and forced you to the ground. A single swipe from a set of claws tore your sleeping shorts to spreads, exposing your cunt to the cold night. Before you could fight back, before you could even scream, something hard, thick, and textured is forced into you, stretching you cunt open in such a painful yet pleasurable way. Your mouth was hung open as your moan was muffled with your assailants fingers while his other hand ripped your sleeping shirt open, revealing for bare chest.

"You're such a fucking slut." The man grunted into your ear. "Went from scared bunny to desperate whore cummung on my cock as soon as I slipped into you, huh? Bet this little bunny wants to get bred, get filled with my cum."

You moaned around his fingers, drool running down your chin.

The man pulled his fingers out and shoved your head to the floor. "Answer me slut. You enjoying yourself?"

"Yes!" You panted. "Fuck- Your cock- Your cock is amazing!"

The man laughed. "Fuck, you really are just a little bunny in heat. Want me to stuff you with cum, slut?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck!" Your hips twitched. You were so close again. "Breed my cunt! I need your cum inside me!"

A loud smack rang from him slapping your ass.

"You're such an easy fuck." The man laughed. "I bet I could walk up to you in a hallway, tell you to drop to your knees, and you'd suck my cock then and there, doesn't matter how many people would be watching."

"Yes! I'm just a walking fleshlight! All my holes are free to be fucked by every cock on campus!"

He smacked your ass again. "Is that why I always smells those Heartslabyul idiots' cum on you?"

"Yes!" You were so close to cumming again. "I'm always free for them to fuck! My cunt, my ass, my mouth, they can use them, you can use them, anyone can use them!"

"Fuuuck-" The man was panting as his thrusts were losing their rhythm. "Horny slut- Take it! Take my cum!" The man bites your shoulder, sharp teeth digging into your flesh.

"Fuck, yes! Cum in me!" You screamed, cumming as you felt the man's cum filling your womb.

You're not sure how long that night lasted, but you know you both came multiple times. When the fucking was finally over, you were rolled over by the man to see Leona standing above you, holding his cock.

----Piss stuff---- (look for ----Piss Stuff Over----)

"Fuck, you make a good fucktoy. Bet you make a good urinal too."

You open your mouth eagerly.

"Good, slut." Leona chuckles as a dribble of piss escaped his cock and dripped onto your chest. The stream got stronger quickly, spraying your face and drenching you hair. Leona aimed the stream into your mouth, and you gladly filled your mouth and swallowed. Leona then aimed the stream on your chest and down your torso to your cunt. You opened your legs spread eagle, pulling your lips open as cum drips out of your hole. His piss drenched your pubes and covered your cunt.

----Piss Stuff Over----

"Fuck thank you, Leona." You ran your fingers between your folds, running your finger through the mess he made. "Anytime, anywhere, you're free to use me however you want."

And that's how Leona has become one of your regular fuck buddies. He stalks you whenever he's horny, pounces, and breeds whatever holes he wants to use. Sometimes you fuck in more private spaces like an empty lecture hall or janitors closet, but most of the time he just fucks you in public. Sometimes you ride him in the locker room after a Spelldrive practice when the team is meant to be showering. Sometimes you suck his dick in the garden not caring who walks by. Most often he hunts you down and drags you to Savanaclaw and fucks you for all the dorm to see. Sometimes an audience remains an audience, keeping to themselves while they enjoy the show put on, while other times members of the audience join in and stuff your holes alongside Leona.

#twst smut #twst writings #twst x reader #twst thots #piss kink #dubcon #twst piss #twst leona smut #twst leona #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona kingscholar

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sebastiansluts · 1 year

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I'm so excited request are back open! Can I please get a destroyer! Chris fic where his cock is so sensitive. Everytime you touch it he's cumming so he gets overstimulated reallllly easy to the point he's crying but he loves your pussy so much. He can't help it and his cock gets swollen from just how overstimulated he is. He can hardly fit it inside you . when he finally gets the tip in he's cumming and is able to slide in but he's a whimpering mess when you start squeezing him on purpose .

This genuinely made me giggle with excitement when I read it omg this is exactly what I needed!!

Destroyer!Chris x Reader; sensitive cock? (idk it's a warning), lots of cum, excessive coming, overstimulation, vaginal sex, handjob, messy sex (cum)

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“Fuck pretty girl, need ta get in you,” Chris muttered fumbling with jeans that were hanging loose on his slim hips. He had you pressed against the wall, one thigh hiked up over his forearm, your pussy wet and bared to him beneath your skirt. You reached up and stuck your hand down his pants, grabbing his hard cock and feeling it immediately jerk, warmth flowing over your fingers.

“Shitshitshit, baby wait, you gotta-” Chris cut off as he came again, your hand jacking him lightly, sliding easily through all the cum spreading down his shaft and soaking his briefs.

“Gotta what, Chris? Go on, tell me to stop, tell you don’t want me,” you goaded, your hand never stopping, and Chris whined, coming again as he got his jeans unzipped. His hands shook as he pushed his pants down his thick thighs, and you released his dick, a breath slipping out of his lips.

“You know I can’t baby,” Chris groaned, and you grinned wickedly, trailing a single finger up the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. His dick jerked wildly, cum spurting out of the tip, making a mess between you and him.

“Fuck it,” Chris muttered, and spun the two of you around, throwing you down onto the bed in the middle of the room. He kicked off his jeans, tossing his shirt in a far corner as he crawled on top of you. His dick brushed against your thigh and you could feel wetness spreading.

“Again? God Chris, you’re so fucking messy!” you laughed, reaching down and stroking him again. He buried his face in your neck, hips pumping into your fist, soaking your skirt as he came yet again.

“Ba-baby, shit can’t stop, s-so sensitive,” Chris whimpered into your skin, sucking desperately on your jaw as tears formed in his eyes. You stroked the back of his shaved head, pushing his face back into your neck.

“It’s okay Chris, c’mon, you can do it, just the tip,” you said, grabbing the short hair on top of his head and pulling, until he was staring at you with wet eyes. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Chris blinked and a tear fell onto your cheek, dripping down to your neck. “Y-yeah pretty girl, I can- fuck!” he swore as you gripped him tightly, his dick pulsing as he came, coating your hand and stomach, your shirt rucked up to beneath your breasts, no bra underneath. Cum ran down in between your boobs, pooling at your neck.

“Chris! Gonna have to shower after this,” you giggled, and his eyes roved over your body, covered in his cum. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a moan, his eyes rolling as he came yet again, his dick swollen in your hand, your fingers barely touching around it.

“Gotta- gotta, just the tip,” Chris panted, still crying almost without realizing it. He reached down, fitting his dick to your entrance, coming immediately, spurting inside you but dripping back out instantly.

Chris whined pathetically, his dick sliding through your folds against your cunt, finally catching on your hole. The head popped inside you and Chris gasped then cried out as he came again, filling your pussy and slicking the way, his swollen dick inching into you, both of you swearing the whole way.

“Jesus fuck!” you shouted as his balls slapped your ass, finally settled inside you, coming again. You felt messy, inside and out, and Chris was still crying above you, propped up on his forearms.

“Baby, shit, I can’t- can’t move,” Chris grunted, voice low but breathy, his body trembling as he held himself above you, mostly still. His breath blew across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and you clenched on his dick, feeling it huge inside you. Chris whimpered, collapsing on top of you, a huff of air escaping you as his weight landed on you.

He rut his hips into yours, coming, longer this time, so you squeezed again, milking him. A strangled noise came out of Chris’ throat, his teeth grit together as he tried to push off you, surrendering when you tugged at his shoulders. He laid heavy on you, rutting you into the mattress, coming endlessly as you rhythmically clenched and released your muscles.

“Love this pussy baby, love it, love you. Fuck, too much, baby I can’t,” Chris sobbed, crying into your shoulder as his hips rocked his cock in and out of your tight cunt. “Love it so much, need ta make you come, c’mon p-pretty girl,” he whimpered, cock swelling again, stretching you out further and making you moan.

Chris pressed deep into you, rubbing his cock back and forth against a spot inside you that made you see stars and you choked on your breath, cunt spasming as you came, orgasm pulled from you out of nowhere.

Chris sobbed as you squeezed around him, tightening until you couldn’t hold back and relaxed, body melting with your release. Chris sank into you, pressing you into the bed, until you almost couldn’t breathe. He was still crying, dick still pulsing inside you.

“Chris, baby, come on, roll over,” you encouraged quietly, whispering in his ear, his face hidden in your neck. He groaned, sliding his arms under you, wrapping them around your middle before rolling the two of you over so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You slowly sat up, his arms sliding down to cup your ass, down to your thighs to support you as you carefully lifted up and off his dick.

He cried, groaning as you came off him, before rolling to his side and scooping you into his arms, cradling your back against his chest, one arm across your breasts, the other around your hips. Chris buried his face in your hair, his tears lessening as he breathed, his dick pressed against your ass, still hard but not as swollen.

“Love you Chris,” you whispered, and he pulled you tighter against him, whimpering when his dick pressed harder to your ass. You shushed him, reaching back and rubbing the side of his thigh, stroking his flank until his breathing had evened out and he was relaxing into the bed, asleep.

#destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #destroyer chris x reader #destroyer chris x you #destroyer chris x y/n #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris x you #destroyer!chris x y/n #smut #no y/n

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im-done-with-this-im-out · 1 year

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Protective (J.T x F!READER) P.T1

For@p4inis who requested a Jason Todd fic with "Where whatever you want. I can fight". I'm literally hyper fixated on Jason Todd right now. I need things to write about with him.

Warnings: Established relationship, Female! Reader, Jason is taller than reader, implied smut, mentions of physical violence, Mentions of Sexual harassment, Jason and reader smoke weed, Jason shotguns with the reader, swearing,

Its midnight when I'm writing this so its probably shite. Not proof read at all.

(Part 2)

'Wayne Gala tonight. I'm expected to be there. Where something pretty.' That's all you got from Jason. Just a text at 12:34 in the afternoon on a Friday.

'What's the dress code?' You text back. You run into your bathroom, turning on the water to your shower. You strip out of your pajamas and throw them into the hamper in your bathroom.

You set your phone down on the bathroom counter as you brush your teeth, looking in the mirror at the barely there hickey Jason had left about a week before. You set your toothbrush down and take a sip of water, swishing it around in your mouth when your phone chimes.

'Black Tie. Cocktail dresses and such.'

'Okay. What suit will you be wearing?' You spit the water out of your mouth and take off the silver necklace Jason had bought you for valentines day the year prior.

'The all black one. I plan on wearing that red tie Demon spawn got me.'

'Okay gonna hop in the shower. brb' You set your phone down on the counter and grab your towels and set them on the toilet, jumping into the water.

Stepping out of the shower, you grab your hair towel, wrapping your hair up and piling it on top of your head. You grab the second towel, your body towel, and wrap it around your body. Walking over to the sink, you grab your phone, reading a text from Jason

'BTW I'm bringing you a jacket, it's gonna be cold in the venue. Bruce went all out and got ice sculptures and shit. SMH.'

You smile and shake your head at Jason's antics. ever since he died he always ran very warm never needing much more than a leather jacket in Gotham winters.

'Your leather one?'

'Yes my leather one.'

You walk back into your room, throwing your phone down on your bed and open your closet. Pushing all of the clothes to the side you reach the side where you keep all of your fancy stuff, cocktail dresses, blouses, dress pants and suits.

"Go With the red floor length dress, The sparkly one. It'd match my tie."

"Jesus Christ Jase. Gave me a fucking heart attack" You turn to see Jason leaning up against the doorframe to your room, joint in hand. He's dressed in an all black suit, with a ruby red tie and black dress shoes. On top of the suit is his classic black leather jacket.

"Sorry princess. Didn't mean to scare ya." He walks over pulling a hit. He kisses you open hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone before descending. His hand now rests on your jaw, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, opening your mouth as he breathes the smoke from his lungs into your mouth.

You inhale the smoke, letting it sit in your lungs as he pulls away, still keeping his hand on your jaw as he pulls another hit. "You sure about the red dress?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Jason kisses you again, this time short and chaste, before pulling away completely and setting the still burning joint on the ashtray on your nightstand. "Its hot as fuck and you look so fucking good in it."

"That's the problem" You say, pulling the dress out and placing it on the bed. "It's- well it's revealing. Plus I know how you can get"

"The fuck do you mean by that?" He asks, walking over to your dresser, pulling out a matching red lingerie's set.

You unwrap the towel off your body, throwing it on the chair in front of your desk. "Well I Don't exactly feel like getting kicked out because you start a fight Jase." Jason hands the set over to you

"That's not what I meant." He says sitting down on your bed next to the dress. "You said 'it's revealing' like that's a problem" He reaches over onto the nightstand to grab the joint, tapping the ash off.

"Jason I don't want to be harassed by creepy ass old men all night just for wearing the dress." You slip the lace panties on, the fabric feeling snug on your skin. "Honestly I might just wear that damn suit Damian got me for the Wayne Christmas Foundation Party. Would make my life easier."

"Wear whatever you want, gorgeous. I can fight."

"And that's why I'm worried Jaybird. I don't want you starting fights over me." Jason stands up, placing the joint in between your lips, taking the bra from you, turning you around to face the mirror with him on your back.

"Any fight I will ever start over you," He grabs your hand gently, pulling the strap over your arm before repeating the action on the other side. "Is a fight for the most noble of causes." He pulls the band tight, clipping the bra in place.

"Damn." You say pulling a hit of the joint "If we didn't have a Gala to attend in an hour and a half, I would be jumping your bones right now Jason Todd."

Jason laughs, pulling the now nearly burnt out joint from your lips. "We can always be fashionably late." He says with a grin.

"No, we will not be fashionably late." You walk over to the dress on the bed and gently take it off the hanger. "But if you behave yourself tonight you might just end up getting lucky."

"Is that a promise doll?" He says. Jason places the now burnt out joint on the ashtray and grabs the hanger from your hand. "Cause if so you have a deal."

"I promise." you chuckle. You bunch the skirt of the dress up and pull it over your head, allowing the fabric to fall over your hips.

"Is this a yes to the dress?" Jason walks over, grabbing the string for the top of the dress, pulling them over your shoulder.

"Maybe." You Adjust the fabric of the top part of the dress, pulling it so that it's comfortable and allowing Jason to pull the strings tight and tie them off.

"God you look so sexy right now." He bites his lip, checking you out. "I might just have to take you right here."

"I literally have a towel wrapped around my head and I don't have any makeup on. How hot could I actually be right now." you say

"The beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wears, the way she combs her hair, or the makeup with which she adorns," Jason Quotes "It is in her eyes, as the eyes are the windows to her heart, the most purely her thing she has."

"Did you seriously just quote Audrey Hepburn?" you say. you pull your hair out of the towel, walking over to your desk to grab the discarded towel.

"Maybe I did, what are you gonna do about it hmm?" You walk back into your bathroom hanging your towels on the towel rack on the wall. "I mean come on Todd, you are a theater kid for crying out loud. couldn't you come up with anything better?" You tease the smile you send him over your shoulder confirms it for him.

"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light" He recites. The gentle love he stares at you with makes your heart tingle as you open the drawer with all your makeup.

"That's much better."

#jason todd #arkham knight #red hood #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #red hood x reader #jasontoddxreader #arkhamknightxreader #redhoodxreader #dc #dceu #batfam

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bloodyquillink-blog · 4 months

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hi! your request says open and i was hoping if you can do kick x reader, where the reader is playing uno with him. while playing, they get a bit frustrated since kick beat them in 2 rounds and now they both have one uno card. kick takes this as his advantage and decides to flirt with the reader with, "computer techs have skilled fingers if you know what I mean" and the reader is stund and kick immediately says uno then the reader is irritated by him and his wins. it's ok if your busy but thank you !!

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A/N🪶: Thank you for your request! I legit could not find a single fic/drabble/one-shot with Kick so seeing a request for him was really exciting. I hope you enjoy this! Also, the concept is so perfect, 10/10, would daydream about this specific scenario again.

Warnings: Fluff, Uno-induced rage, Swearing, Flirting, Suggestiveness, gn!Reader, only “you” used for reader,

Word Count: 723

Gotcha, Kick x Reader short

The two of you sat on the ground, the thickness of your pants and heavy boots protecting your skin from its cool surface. There were two stacks of cards between you and Kick. One stack face down, the Uno logo facing upwards, that you would pick from when you needed more cards. The other face up, cards being stacked every turn and changing color or number. The stacks were about even at this point, thanks to you picking up so many to try to get back at Kick for his +2’s and +4’s and color-changing cards. He probably had cards he was hiding… you quickly threw that thought away.

It’s Uno for God’s sake, no one cheats at Uno!

“Are you gonna put down a card? Or is it time to pick up another 10?” He asked. You’d been staring at your cards for a while now.

“It wasn’t 10! It was only 8!” You argued, defensive. You went back to looking at your cards, a pout sat on your lips. If you looked back at Kick, you would’ve seen the way he scanned your face. His hand slowly picked up a card from the deck that faced down and handed it to you so that only you could see what it was.

Motherfucker.

Of course he’d pick up exactly what you need. He’d been the only one getting any of the good cards. You looked him in the eye, frown deepened, and snatched the card out of his hand. He just had that same stupid smile that he’s had for the last two rounds.

In a fit of irritation, you slam down the yellow +2. Before you can make some smart-ass remark, Kick calmly put down a green +2 on top. He looked back at you and your flabbergasted expression.

He starts chuckling.

“But- How long did you have that on you?!”

“I held onto it until I needed it.” He tapped his index finger against his temple. “Instinct, my friend. Save your life someday.”

Your eyebrows almost touched with the rage on your face. You picked up 4 cards and put down a yellow 5 as you angrily muttered to yourself.

“Damn cards, damn Uno… Damn instinct, I have instinct, I use my instincts every day.” You kept grumbling as you both placed cards almost rhythmically until you both had one.

“How’d you even get that card?”

“The one I picked for you?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, you shuffled them and you would’ve gotten it anyway so…” You pouted again.

“You have to have magic hands or something.”

“Not magic, sweetheart, just skill.”

“Skill?” Your tone gave away your doubt.

Kick smiled at you, you could feel your face warm.

“Computer techs have very skilled hands and fingers.” He stared at you, unblinking. If your face was warm before, the euphemism made it burn. He continued.

“Gotta know how to move them quickly, to just the right spot. Can’t risk anything in the heat of the moment.” You couldn’t formulate a single sentence. Your neurons were shot. Kick slowly put his last card down.

“Uno. I win again.” You were still unmoving. Kick leaned forward so you were making eye contact again. “Can you handle another round?” He asked. “I can shuffle the cards this time.”

You swallowed the drool that had built up in your mouth and put your last card down.

“I give up. I’m done.” You stood.

“Done? Really? C’mon, I’ll go easy on you this round.”

“It’s Uno! How do you go easy on someone in Uno?!”

“Play another round and I’ll show you.” You looked at him, about to tell him to fuck off until you saw the look he wore. Kick still had that stupid smirk on his face as he stared back at you. He leaned back, legs crossed and arms holding him up. You stuttered, trying to find words.

Before you could, Kick brought one of his hands up and crooked his index finger to his palm twice, telling you to come back without having to say anything. Your whole body warmed. You thought about leaving, the door cracked open just a bit behind you. You thought back to Kick’s jokes.

“Gotta know how to move them quickly…”

You brought your attention back to Kick. Without taking your eyes off of him, you closed the door.

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Cross-Checked - Chapter Six

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open!

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Previous: Chapter Five ~ Here For You ~ Leia/Andy

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Chapter Six ~ A Swift Kick in the Pants ~ Andy

12 Weeks - December

For the first time in weeks, I’m not woken up to the sounds of vomiting. I blink a bit when I realize that I woke up because I could smell bacon. What an odd smell in this house. I blink again when I realize there is bacon being made in my house. I got up and threw on my shirt on and adjusted the morning wood I was sporting. I groan at how sensitive I am.

Did I relieve myself of that pressure?

No, no time.

Did I dream about a certain green-eyes brunette who happens to live in my house?

Of course not.

Am I a complete liar?

Absolutely.

I take care of my business before heading downstairs, hoping I don’t find what I think I am about to find. I make it to the kitchen, and I curse under my breath. I look up, asking God to give me the grace to get through the next few minutes. Because in my kitchen is Leia, wearing my shirt and those fucking tiny shorts again, dancing in my kitchen, making breakfast.

I ran a hand over my face before taking a deep breath and saying, “morning Princess. Someone’s feeling better.” I kiss the top of her head before reaching for the coffee.

“Andy! Yay! You’re awake!” As I sit at the breakfast bar, she slides a plate in front of me loaded with bacon, potatoes, eggs and toast. A small plate with a short stack of pancakes comes next. “We’re celebrating,” she tells me with a beaming smile.

If she keeps smiling at me like that, she could get me to do anything she wanted.

And she knows it.

“Celebrating what princess?”

“I woke up and didn’t feel nauseous. This is the first time in four weeks that this has happened. And breakfast is something I have been craving so when I woke up I knew exactly how to celebrate.” She took a seat next to me with the same all be a much smaller portions. “Cheers!” She lifts her orange juice glass and I mimic her to clink and drink.

We chatted through breakfast before I had to get ready for practice. Its November and we have a string of games at home, which I am dreading and grateful for at the same time. Grateful because worrying about Leia on the road is exhausting. Dreading because I will be aching for this girl and have no relief.

Whose bright idea was it to have her live with me again?

Right, that was my idea. I only have myself to blame.

As I drive us into the arena, Leia is going through her phone, making notes. “Whatcha doin’ Princess?”

She looks up and smiles. “Oh, I have a TikTok video I am planning out for you and the guys.”

I groan but don’t say anything. The one thing I have learned in Leia’s pregnancy is that I can’t turn down her ideas outright because then she tends to cry. And if she cries, I panic. “Should be fun,” I tell her, and she smiles bigger. Fuck, this is going to be torture.

At the arena, I head to conditioning room after I change and work on my reps. Luke walks in and takes the machine next to me. “How is she?”

This is a daily question. Luke genuinely fears his sister, especially now with her condition. “She woke up happy and hungry. I guess the nausea went away and she cooked a full on breakfast.”

“That’s great!” Luke starts working out. Soon, I can see the other guys doing their routines but everyone once in a while, one of them disappears. “Andy!” I looked up to see Leia waving me over. I grab my towel and wipe my face as I walk over.

“Sup Princess.” She rolls her eyes as I laugh.

“I need you for this TikTok.”

“Oh, come on, Princess. Do I have to?” I pretend to be a petulant five years old with the whiny shake and everything.

And then she turned the tables on me.

Her eyes get big, like doe eyes and her bottom lip juts out with the smallest of quivers. Fuck!

“No! No, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything just please don’t cry,” I plead.

“Is he making you cry Leia?” I hear the one voice I wish I hadn’t. Swayman. I turn to look behind me and the goalie is frowning at the scene in front of him. I gave him the perfect opening. No one to blame but myself.

Leia smiles. “No, Jeremy, I’m ok. Just the Captain here can’t handle when a girl cries.” Her fucking mischievous smile comes back, and I’ve been had. I hang my head in defeat when all of the guys start laughing. She turns on her heel and I follow like a bad puppy, flipping off my teammates as I leave the area.

“You are a cruel, cruel woman,” I mutter as we get in the area where she is shooting her video.

“You love me, get over it Cap.” If she only knew. She practically danced as we made it over to a setup of Christmas decorations. “Now, take a seat and we are going to record a greeting to the fans.”

I sat. “Do I have a script or just whatever comes to my mind?”

“Just blurt out whatever comes to mind.” Leia smiled and I got lost in it for a moment. I refocused on the camera. “Happy Holidays from your captain and the rest of... Holy Shit!” I jumped and fell to the side of the tree as the prop bear popped up and lunged for me. My ass smarted for landing on what I think is a toy train. I fell back, trying to catch my breath as Leia and the bear began to laugh hysterically.

“Oh my god... that was the best reaction yet!” Leia is bent over, trying to catch her own breath.

“You suck Andrews,” I say as I try to get up. “Who is under here?” I pulled the bear head off to find one of my defensemen, Baker, still laughing. “You son of a bitch! No wonder this is happening so far away from the locker room.”

“Yep,” Leia pops. "Keep a straight face, Barber. Luke and the goalies still have to go through this. Oh my god, imagine Linus tries to punch you,” pointing at Baker. He goes pale at the idea.

“Please let me come watch that,” I beg. “Linus loves a good prank, but he is hardly the one to receive it. Time for a little payback.” I rub my hands together.

“If you could send me Luke with a straight face, deal.” She sticks her hand out and I shake it.

“They’re cold Princess,” I frown as I hold on.

“I’m fine Andy.” Her eyes moved to a member of her staff and Baker. I know that look. Its because she hadn’t told the team yet. And she knew what he was going to say. “I have a meeting with them on Monday.”

“Ok, I’ll send Luke in.” I ruffled her hair, to which she tried to bite me. “Watch it, Cubby.” I ran as she tried to smack me, chuckling. I grabbed Luke and then headed for the showers. After I dressed, I grabbed the mittens I kept in my locker for Leia, because she always forgot hers. As I walked back, I heard a yell and smiled. She got another one. I rounded the corner and saw her laughing as she helped someone up.

I stopped as my heart dropped. Jeremy was holding Leia’s hand. I watched as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small object. He undid them and it was gloves. He took one hand and slipped it over it. He repeated the motion and then pressed them together between his and he rubbed them. Her smile was soft and shy. When he was done, she reached up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

I turned and walked away.

I was on my third beer, watching God knows what as I burrowed deeper into my feelings. I didn’t have a right to feeling like this. If I was stronger, braver, then maybe I could tell Luke how I’m feeling and ask Leia out. My thoughts just kept spinning.

“Hey!” I looked up to see Leia bent over the couch, smiling at me. “Whatcha doing?”

“Sitting.” I watched as she frowned. I looked away from her. I couldn’t watch her getting upset. “How are you feeling?”

She came around and sat down, pulling off the gloves that Jeremy had given her. “I’m good. How was the rest of your day?”

“It was fine. Had a meeting with my agent and then chilled here.” I took another swig. “Was gonna order something.”

“Oh, can we have pizza?” I watched her eyes light up. “I have been craving the garlic knots from Tony’s.” She kicked off her shoes and put her feet in my lap, like we’ve always done.

“Sure, Princess.” I placed the order and then looked at her again. Maybe I took the Swayman thing the wrong way. Maybe he was just being a friend. The thought calmed me, and I was able to enjoy the evening with Leia. The Tampa Bay game came on. We watched as Craig took a shot into the boards.

“Have you heard from him?” Leia chewed her thumbnail. “I mean, after that one day.”

I shook my head. “No. He said bye to the team as a group but he didn’t call or anything. I’m not sure if I would have answered.” I took another pull of my fifth beer. I knew I needed to stop, if anything, just because if Leia needed me, I needed to be sober. Pizza came and we ate commenting about the show before we fell back into silence, watching the movie. Then Leia spoke again.

“So, Jeremy asked me out.”

Why does she do that? Why does she insist on dropping bombs on me when I am not ready? How about “hey Andy, something shocking happened today” instead of just dropping the news. This one caused me to choke on my beer. “What?”

“Jeremy Swayman asked me out on a date. Which is weird because at first, he was flirting with me on the plane and then he ignored me. Then he flirted again but as he was putting gloves on me, he asked me to dinner.” She said this one breath ladies and gentlemen. I would be hella impressed except there is only one thing on my mind.

She’s going on a date with Jeremy.

“Oh, wow. Are you going to go?” I fake interest because that’s what a best friend does. A good best friend. Not the “I’m in love with you” best friend.

“I think so. He’s nice and cute. But its weird, you know, because I’m pregnant and I haven’t told anyone about it yet.” She goes back to chewing her thumbnail. “What do you think?”

This is my chance. I could blow Jeremy Swayman up and get the girl. But then she could resent me and tell me to fuck off. I still remembered what he said in the locker room. But I had already promised. Why did I do that? Why did I make that promise to Swayman? I promised I wouldn’t stand in his way because she’s not mine. I sigh. “If you want to, go out with him. Maybe you won’t have chemistry and it's the end of that. Or maybe you have a spark, and you can tell him about the baby. Either way, it's up to you.”

She smiles. “Thanks Andy.” She turns back to the movie.

My chest hurts. “You know, I’m gonna head to bed. Early practice tomorrow and I want to get a swim in.” I get up and kiss the top of her head. “Good night Princess.”

“Night, Chewy!”

I walk up the stairs, get to my room and close the door. I sit on the edge of my bed and I feel numb. I just encouraged the woman that I am completely in love with to date someone else. I’ve officially became the dumbest man in Boston. I flopped back.

Kill me now.

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hopelesstaemintic · 13 days

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Another fic resulting from the writing weekend with @bbeanbbao. This time my prompts were mistaken for being in a relationship, doctor, and mid-sex 😲

As this one is only 649 words so I'm going to do something I don't normally do and post it here in it's entirety behind the break. If you prefer it on Ao3 you can find it here. (please do go there and give me love if you like it 😊)

No playlist for this one and also very little build-up. You have been warned 😎

STATUS:

Complete (02/03/24), 649 words, 1 chapter

SUMMARY:

Very short one-shot where you hook up with Dr Na yet again, even though you know that he doesn't think of you as more than a colleague... or does he?

RELATIONSHIPS:

Jaemin/female reader

TAGS:

Alternate Universe - Hospital, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Smut, Fluff and Smut, One Shot, Doctor Na Jaemin, Relationship Confusion, Jaemin calls you princess, Creampie

FULL WORK BELOW

“Ouch. There’s something…”

“I’ve got it.”

Jaemin reaches behind you from where he stands between your spread legs, where he has lifted you onto the edge of the gurney, to discard your stethoscope and coat. The movement presses his sizable cock deeper inside your cunt. It’s bliss. You have to bite down on his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out, and a distant part of your brain prays the ward nurse is still occupied with your post-op transplant patient in bed three and doesn’t walk pass and notice the pile of discarded scrubs just visible under the drawn curtain. We can’t keep doing this.

“Yah, y/n, I better not need stitches after this.”

“Sorry, Jaem, I…”

But he cuts your sentence short with smiling lips. The kiss is long and languid, all his energy snapped from the eight hour surgery after the night of being on call. Still he finds enough to steal your breath with a sudden thrust, his skilled hands gripping your hip bones, encouraging you to wrap your thighs tighter around his slutty little waist.

“Don’t apologise to me, Princess. You worked so hard today. You just let me fuck you like you deserve.”

You just about have time to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and cling on before Jaemin starts to follow through on his promise, upping the tempo and force to a pace that has you shuddering and moaning. You give up on being quiet as he sucks at the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck, the contrast between his tender kisses and the way his cock is pounding into you sending shivers down your spine. He knows exactly the right angle to have you hurtling towards your orgasm in record time. That’s why even though you know about his reputation, about the trail of broken hearts he has left among the hospital staff, you still can’t say no to this. Even if all he will ever give you is pleasure, that’s enough. At least that is what you say to yourself, over and over again, when your imagination starts to stray into thoughts of more.

“That’s right, Princess. You wanna cum? Or do you want me to fill you up first?”

“You first Jaem, please…”

“God, do you know how fucking hot you are? Okay, y/n, anything for my girl.”

Wait… what?

But before you can ask what the hell he means you feel his rhythm stutter and he cums hot and shuddering into your cunt. That’s all you need to tip you over, contracting around him as pleasure rushes through you in waves. His hands slide up to wrap you into an intimate embrace as he holds you through your orgasm. You both stay there, panting and entwined, for a few moments longer before you drop your legs from his hips and he pulls out, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You speak before your brain can kick back into action and remind you of all the reasons that defining things is an awful idea:

“Jaem, what did you mean? when you called me your girl?”

Dr Na, looks up at you, puzzled, before passing you your scrubs. He studies your face, tucking a stray hair back behind your ear.

“What else am I supposed to call my girlfriend?”

“Hang on. I’m your girlfriend?”

“Shit. I thought… Oh god, I never asked you?”

“Er…”

“Y/n I know I have a reputation but trust me when I say that I’m not just here for the sex. I love you. I’ve loved you ever since our pre-med rotation in psych.”

“I have no idea what to say.”

“Say yes. And then stay right there and let me make love to you this time. Because that’s what I intend to do from now on.”

“We have another surgery in 2 hours.”

“Well, then. We better get started.”

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averagesadperson · 2 years

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A ~ Attention grabber| Leo Valdez x Reader

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ABC Fic series: A

Character: Leo Valdez, Heroes of Olympus

Reader: Gender Neutral

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Notes!

I’m not gonna pretend I haven’t written anything because I was preparing all the ABC Fics, because I haven’t. I’m just a master class procrastinator! yay!

Anyway, I literally just finished HOO, The Lost Hero today, so if Leo’s character is a little shaky, I apologize! It’s also my first time writing for anyone in the Percy Jackson series. I fell in love with this series but no one in my real life reads them so now this is my outlet :’)

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Finally, after days of defeating cyclopses and mother nature herself (basically anyway), Leo has a chance to sit back and relax. Okay, well, not ‘relax’ per se, he and his cabinmates (it felt weird to call them half-siblings still) had to finish the blueprints for Argo II and get to building ASAP. but for now, all Leo wanted to do is kick back and enjoy Camp-Half-Blood for what it is.

First off, breakfast was heavenly. The food was top notch and the choose-and-you-shall-receive- goblet? Genius! Obviously, it was magic, but still. The grass was soft underneath his shoes as he walked through the fields. He had decided to keep the free outfit Aphrodite had given him. Mostly anyway. He swapped the pinstripe pants for some rolled-up jeans and the shoes for a pair of work boots. Unfortunately, the sweet Ray Bans had gone missing almost immediately after getting to camp, so that was a bummer. Someone from the Ares cabin had called out his bright red suspenders so he had decided to wear them till his last breath. Just because.

Anyway! As he got closer to the training arena, he could hear grunts and clanging of swords. He rounded the corner and saw a few kids sparring with each other. Three pairs. One set had a guy on the shorter side who was actually winning the fight against his opponent, a bigger guy who used an axe instead of a sword.

Next was what looked to be an older camper teaching a younger girl the basics. He let the girl jab at him slowly, adjusting her form every time.

Then finally, the last pair was a guy who was like, a foot taller than him with piss yellow hair that was styled up. He had a broken sword, his shield was a few feet away from him. His opponent was obviously winning. They were….

Woah

Leo was interested in the training before, but then he saw you.

You only had a sword, but you were practically killing the guy. You slashed and parried and blocked then slashed again, all in a graceful dance. The only armour you wore was a bronze breastplate and leather elbow pads over your bright orange tank top and workout shorts. You had put your hair up in a ponytail but it had come loose somewhere in your match, hair flowing down and into your face but you didn't seem bothered. Your gaze was set in a determined glare and your busted lip looked like smudged lipstick when you wiped it.

You were beautiful. Exactly Leo’s type. A hot badass who can hold her own and who looks great while doing so? Sign him up. Said badass who will absolutely ignore him and who would probably spit on his grave? You don’t need to ask him twice!

Now usually, with Leo’s especially bad case of ADHD, he can’t sit still for long, but you caught his attention and held onto it with a vice grip. He couldn't look away from you.

Sure, his luck with the ladies was lacking, and every other time he went for one of your kind it went horribly wrong, Ice Princess was his latest escapade who tried to kill him and his friends. Did he learn anything from that? Absolutely not!

So, with false confidence oozing from his pores, Leo marched up to the arena to wait until you finished your- oh, would you look at that? You're done.

“Hey! I’m Leo, new here, you totally demolished that dude.” said dude was knocked out on the floor so Leo didn't mind his words.

You looked back at him with a quirked brow and briefly scanned him up and down. Leo shivered under your gaze.

“Oh, yeah, your one of the three who went on the quest.” you sheathed your sword and walked down the steps to meet him in the grass. Inwardly, Leo was shaking in glee. You didn't dismiss him immediately!

Now, just don't fuck it up, Valdez, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, it was no biggie, just some cyclopses, wind spirits, an evil saleswoman, and a dead guy. Oh, and I kinda saved Hera, but like, it's whatever.” he crossed his arms and tried to look smug but your deadpan expression was making him sweat.

“‘You saved Hera’? All on your own? Wow, you are cool.” he could almost smell the sarcasm and disbelief in your words.

Great job, moron, you fucked it up!

“Oh, well, Piper and Jason helped too.”

“Well, I’m gonna go on a whim here and say they did more than ‘help’.” you breezed past him and for a moment Leo slumped with disappointment. Another possible future with a hot girl wasted. But then he saw you waving a finger at him, motioning to follow you. He quickly glanced behind him to make sure you were in fact, telling him to follow and when he saw no one but knocked out Jonny Bravo over there, a giddy smile broke out on his face and he rushed to catch up with you.

“So,” you said when he finally caught up beside you. “I hear you’re pretty good in the forges. You fixed the dragon-”

“Festus.”

“Festus along with a bunch of cool stuff on your quest?”

It was silent for a moment before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “Uh, yes! Yes, I did that. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

You laughed, which Leo took as a massive win. “Great, then I have a request.”

Now, Leo’s interest was double-peaked. A cute girl wanted him to make her something? He raised a brow in a silent question.

“My sword.” you stopped and pulled your sword out. It was a long blade made of Celestial Bronze. Around the handle was a leather strap wrapped around it many times over.

He held out his hands and you gently deposited the weapon in them. “What's wrong with it?” he said as he examined the shiny blade. There was something about celestial bronze that just looked…. Magical. Maybe it was the shimmer and glare it gave off when the sun hit it.

“I’m not entirely sure, to be honest. This is my sixth one but it still feels too light? Heavy? Is it weird to say both?” you asked with a slight red tint to your cheeks.

Leo shook his head in the negative. “Not at all, my sweet hero.” you rose an amused brow at the nickname. “I’ve never made a blade this big before, or with celestial Bronze for that matter. But!” he cut you off when you opened your mouth to speak. “I wouldn't be called Leo The Great Mechanic And Ladies Man Valdez without reason, now would I?”

“No one has ever called you that.”

“No, they haven't,” he said plainly. you laughed into your hand and Leo's chest puffed up with pride. “But seriously, I think I can whip something up pretty quickly.”

“Thanks a bunch, Leo. if you could have it done at least by Friday that’d be great.”

“What's Friday? Got a hot date?” he asked with maybe a little bit too much worry and curiosity.

You rolled your eyes. “No, Friday is capture the flag, you gotta be in tip-top shape if you wanna win.” he raised his hand in a mock salute and you smiled. You turned to walk away, only now of which Leo realizes you’ve been standing in front of the forge with several pairs of eyes peeking out at the both of you.

“Ah! Wait!” he fumbled with the sword to catch up to you. his hand shot out to grab your wrist. You turn around questioningly. “I uh, I never got your name.” he cursed himself for stuttering. “Unless of course, you’d like me to keep calling you ‘my sweet’?”

Nice save!

You smiled sweetly. His heart started to race and his cheeks prickled with heat when you gently grabbed his hands.

Is… is this it? Have I unknowingly waited my entire life for this one moment?

You gently maneuvered his hands away from where they’d had a death grip on the blade part, wincing at the small amount of blood that rubbed off. “Careful there, Leo The Great Mechanic And Ladies Man Valdez, if you lose your hand you might lose your title too.” When his grip was firmly on the handle you wiped his blood off your hands and onto your shirt. You stepped back, Leo wishes you stepped closer but that's not here nor there, looked him in the eyes and smiled again.

“The names Y/N, but you can call me Y/N The Crusher Of Men And Taker Of Hearts L/N.” you winked at him and turned away. Leo felt his heart slow down gradually. He didn't know how long he spent in the field staring at where you’d gone but when he eventually turned and trudged back to the forge, he still had a smile on his face.

He was bombarded with curious campers’ questions as soon as he entered and he boasted (deserved, he thought) to all of them how easy and totally not scary or bone-chilling that had been. When he made his way over to an empty bench the others had saved for him (awh, how sweet) he set down your sword and perked up as Nyssa walked by.

“That was Y/N from the Ares cabin. A lot nicer than some of their siblings but still. They come in about every week or so for either weapon or armour repairs so whoever’s not busy usually takes it up. Weird they asked you to fix their sword though.” then, like she hadn't just dropped the best most fabulous bomb on him, she walked away like nothing happened.

So you had gone out of your way to ask him (he came up to your first but he wasn't gonna think about that) to fix- no, make you a whole new sword? You trusted that he would be able to do what the other Hephaestus kids couldn’t? Leo smirked.

Yeah, you were totally into him.

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astaldis · 1 year

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Delirious

@whumpers-monthly

Ups, got quite a few fics that fit this prompt 🙈. Here are some excerpts with the links to the fics on AO3 if you’d like to read more.

Fandom: The Witcher

Delirious character: Cahir

- From Chapter 6 of “And quietly lay the frozen lake”

In the early morning hours, well before dawn, Cahir's fever got worse and he started to agitatedly kick his legs and struggle against the blankets, moaning loudly and muttering what appeared to be his own, long Nilfgaardian name over and over. Both Regis and Geralt were needed to hold the raving young man down so he would not aggravate his injuries. Although his eyes were wide open, he did not seem to recognise either of his comrades.

"What's wrong?" Milva had woken up from the disturbance and come over, worried for her sick friend.

"Bad fever dream," grunted Geralt, panting. Cahir was strong in his panicked, imaginary struggle and not easy to control. "Can't you do anything, Regis? Put him to sleep? Like the guards in Armeria?"

"Sorry, Geralt." The vampire was panting no less than the Witcher. "I've already tried, but the moonshine must be affecting my hypnotic abilities."

"Let me try to calm him. Make some space," Milva ordered resolutely, squatting down next to Regis and grabbing the rag soaking in the bowl with cold water. Placing the cool piece of cloth on Cahir's sweaty-hot forehead, she softly called his name. Once. Twice. Third time seemed to be the charm, as Cahir suddenly stopped kicking and struggling, blinked several times, then looked at her with glassy eyes.

"Mother?" he rasped, barely audible.

"Shsh, it's all alright. Everything's OK," she soothed, taking his hand in hers and pressing it gently. "Go to sleep. I'm here. Everything will be fine."

Cahir shuddered, then closed his eyes and, completely drained, fell asleep.

- From Chapter 3 of “On the run”

Come evening, Cahir's fever has gone up even more, his brow hotter than ever. He is sweating profusely, his shirt and pants drenched with sweat, and he is raving. About a fire. Well, that is not exactly surprising after what happened at Sodden, and the fact that he is literally burning up with fever. There is more though, something about a mission he has to complete. And an ashen-haired girl. The one this morning's nightmare was about? This is - intriguing. If the fever lasts a while, maybe she'll find out who this mysterious girl is. And what this equally mysterious mission is about. On the other hand, Yennefer wishes with all her heart that Cahir recovers quickly. This whole situation is definitely not fun. Not at all.

"Cahir, wake up, you need to drink." She gently shakes him by the shoulders. In the few short moments the Nilfgaardian was awake during the afternoon, Yennefer managed to get some water into her sick companion with the help of one of the scallop shells she had collected earlier, but it was probably far from enough to keep him sufficiently hydrated. Cahir blinks, then opens his eyes. They are bright with fever. Glazed. Unfocused.

"Mawr?" he croaks weakly. Shit, he does not even recognise her. His eyes fall shut again, the effort of keeping them open too much for the sick man.

Yennefer lifts Cahir's head up a little and puts the water-filled seashell to his hot face. Dammit. He's got so much fucking hair. Several sweat-soaked strands are plastered across his face, and then there is this awful, shaggy beard, it's not easy to find his dry lips in the twilight of the cave. She adjusts the shell a little and he swallows the few sips thirstily. Yennefer scoops more water from the boot and repeats the tedious procedure several times. Suddenly Cahir's eyes fly open. He looks at her blearily and tries to sit up, clearly agitated.

"I-I have to go. The girl, I have to find her. The White Flame -"

"Shhh," Yennefer soothes, pressing his shoulders back into the sand. "The White Flame will have to do without you for a while. Go back to sleep." Closing his eyes obediently and lying back down without resistance, Cahir does as he is told. Not a good sign. Yennefer sighs once more, probably not for the last time in the long hours to come.

- From Chapter 7 of “Not cruel by nature”

The redheaded enchantress enters the cell and approaches her patient. Besides the easily visible shaking and clearly audible chattering of teeth from the fever chills, Marti immediately notices that something is wrong with the man's breathing. The respiration rate is conspicuously increased and he is wheezing and coughing in his feverish sleep. An infection of the respiratory tract? The sorceress deposits her bag on the floor and squats down next to the pallet. His clothes are drenched with sweat. Quickly she casts a warming spell around both of them and magically dries his black shirt and pants. When she touches the prisoner's fever-hot brow, he flinches violently and gives a low moan, but does not wake up. This is good, a reaction to external stimuli, a clear improvement of his condition in spite of the high fever. Which will not be too hard to treat properly as Marti has a good idea of the underlying cause. There is a simple way to verify her hypothesis, too, she only needs to turn the patient onto his back for a moment.

Marti grabs the shivering Nilfgaardian by his shoulder and hip and pulls him toward her. Although she does so as gently as possible, the man's eyes fly wide open with fear and he gasps for air, then starts to cough convulsively. Darn, after what he has gone through, she should have anticipated that the prisoner might panic and given him more of the sedative before touching him. She has everything in her bag, of course, but now she first needs to deal with the cough attack. Which will not be possible without her touching him again. Well, cannot be helped. Quickly Marti grabs the badly coughing and gasping, delirious man and pulls him further toward her onto his other side so he would not choke on or inhale any coughed up phlegm by accident.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a healer. I'm here to help, not to hurt you," she repeats over and over in her most soothing bedside tone of voice while with one arm she cradles the sick man's head to her body and with her free hand strokes his sweat-matted hair and shaking back.

From Chapter 2 of “To kill or not to kill”

"Give me one of those water skins, will you?" Ingolf grabs the drinking vessel with the fresh spring water that one of his comrades is passing him, then turns to their leader. "I think the Nilfgaardian is waking up."

"He might be able to tell us what happened. Who slaughtered his squad," Isengrim Faoiltiarna says pensively, rising from the tree stub he was sitting on while repairing the fletchings of his last remaining arrows.

Unfortunately, Cahir is in no shape to tell anybody anything, at least not yet. He blinks and wakes up for a brief moment when Breon shakes him by the shoulder and, supported by Ingolf, manages to drink a few sips of water, but he is so feverish that he does not recognise any of the elves nor does he seem to understand, let alone answer the questions the Iron Wolf is asking. The Scoia'tael leader swears and leaves again. Breon and Ingolf stay for a while and use the opportunity to change the sick knight's dressings. The deep stab wound in his shoulder does not look too bad, there is neither fresh blood nor pus. In contrast, his left hand, the one with the ugly cut, is badly swollen and inflamed. No wonder the man is delirious with fever. Maybe it would be best to amputate? However, there is no experienced healer, not to mention a surgeon among the remaining Squirrels and the Nilfgaardian has already lost so much blood, he would surely not survive the grisly operation, especially not if performed by an amateur. Of course, the infection might kill him, too, only more slowly. At the moment, though, the two elves can do no more than cleanse the wound with spring water and redress it with fresh bandages. Hopefully it will be enough. The Nilfgaardian moans and whimpers while they are at it, but does not wake up again.

During the night the fever gets worse. Cahir raves about an insane girl with green eyes, about the Lion Cub of Cintra, cries out for some Yennefer he appears to be worried about. And murmurs about a witcher who massacred his men. Even though the elven commander has not shown much interest in the Nilfgaardian's fate so far, this last tidbit catches his attention. A witcher responsible for the slaughter? Although it is hard to believe that a single person killed the entire squad, if any one person could have pulled that off, it is a witcher. But what would a witcher do on Thanedd during the Conclave of Sorcerers? And why would he butcher the elves? Witchers, especially those of the Wolf School, are usually neutral, pride themselves in not taking sides and treat elves, dwarfs and other races with as much respect as they treat humans. Very strange indeed. Well, as the Nilfgaardian is still delirious, he will have to wait for the fever to break to find out more about his comrades' deaths. If the fever breaks. Which it seems not very willing to do. At least not any time soon.

From Chapter 5 of “To kill or not to kill”

All of a sudden, Cahir is startled out of another delirium-like sleep by the sound of close-by - fighting? There are shouts, screams, the neighing of horses, clanging of swords, groaning, cursing. And every now and then the boom of a thunder-clap. Then, after hardly more than a few minutes, everything is eerily quiet. Except for the pitter-patter of rain on the wood of the coffin. Only now does Cahir realise that the tarpaulin is gone. Water has started dripping into his face from the soaked wooden lid. In the dim light coming in through the holes together with the rain, he can see the droplets forming before they fall. However, the rain is slowly easing off, as is the thunder. The storm is moving somewhere else. Cahir blinks and tries to concentrate on any other sounds from around. Sounds that would give him an idea of what has just occurred. Who attacked who? Who won? And, more importantly, is there still anybody out there alive? But it is terribly and increasingly hard for Cahir to keep his eyes and ears open. His headache is killing him, as is the thirst, and he is feeling dizzy and inexplicably tired and is hardly able to think a coherent thought.

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grassangel · 1 year

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WIP WORD SEARCH GAME

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river, shimmer - second part of keep my visions to myself (only love you when we're playing) 13/Dhawan!Master NSFW

there is a proper mention of River Song later as well, but that's in the messy part that's half notes and half smut

The TARDIS can be capricious in what she thinks the Doctor needs or wants, sending her instead to another room rather than the one she's looking for. Today, mercifully, the TARDIS agrees with the Doctor on the direction she wants to go in, the doorway to the bathroom she wants appearing around the corner, the sound of water softly trickling through the open hexagonal door. The Doctor strides in, a wave of humidity hitting her as she steps into the chamber, soft moss springy underneath her feet and she barely pauses for a moment to kick off her boots and dress socks before walking further into the room. Her jacket gets wrenched off, tossed over a convenient tree branch, and there's an awkward moment as the Doctor extricates herself from her trousers and pants, pebbles skittering as she tries to keep her balance as the path begins its transition to rocky riverbank. The tight vest underneath the buttoned shirt is the last thing to come off, balled up and thrown onto shore as the Doctor wades further into the rushing stream that forms the network of pools in this bathroom. Sunlight shimmers over her naked skin, the false sun above reflected in the running water and all the mirrors that make up the landscape. There are thin, rectangular slivers of glass hanging from the trees like the chimes on Deva Loka, freshly cleaved rock surfaces that shine bright silver, even the trees have broad leaves that reflect the Doctor's nakedness. She pauses for a moment in front of a boulder cleaved in half to let the Master see her in all her naked glory - her curling hair, her smooth skin punctuated by the occasional mole,

help - untitled Jane/Sylvie/Loki fic set in an AU s1e3 where Sylvie and Loki end up stranded in pre-Snap Puente Antiguo, or maybe a post-S1 AU idk. All I know is I'd like to get Jane to kiss Sylvie before they time-window to somewhere else. And maybe confess she's reconsidered her feelings about Loki. Maybe.

"Are you sure she's not one of us?" Jane comes to a voice above her sounding skeptical and vaguely annoyed. It sounds more like Jane's British room-mate from undergrad than Darcy, and Jane struggles for a moment to remember where she is and why she's waking up. A second voice answers the first, deeper and further away though still close by. "She's not okay? I know her. Or of her at least." There's an insistence and strength to the second voice that makes it sound similar to the first voice, but not exactly the same. "Are you absolutely certain?" the first voice asks, still dubious, and Jane feels something brush across her forehead like fingers clearing her hair away from her face. "Because she did try to run you over when you introduced yourself. And she's wearing green." Jane's still not sure what the two people are talking about or why the colour of the flannel shirt she picked off the bedroom floor to wear this morning is important, but she does feel the need to defend her fashion choices. "Issmyfavourite." "Oh look, she's awake," the second voice says cheerily as Jane struggles to open her eyes. The first voice doesn't reply, but a cool hand does pull at her shoulder, helping Jane to sit up.

Being vertical helps and Jane manages to pry her eyelids apart to get a good look at the person in front of her. The woman is dressed mostly in black, a gold headband helping to keep her short blonde hair away from her face. Jane takes another second to register that what used to be a pair of horns erupt from the metal crossing the woman's forehead and frowns at this woman questioning the colour of the shirt she picked up from the floor this morning when Halloween is still the better part of two months away.

often - untitled 13/Dhawan!Master fic, which is mostly about what the fam hears when, in a slight AU of Spyfall part 1, the Doctor says the Master's name. No idea how it'll finish and have absolutely no idea what Graham hears (Yaz hears the alluring danger/threat, Ryan hears the love/promise, so maybe Graham hears the betrayal?)

Gallifreyan allows for nuance, it has to with twelve different tenses. A name can just be a name, a collection of syllables that personally identify an individual. Certain Time Lords change their name as often as they change their robes. But names hold meaning as well, especially in Gallifreyan, and those definitions are not so easily shed. That name, Koschei, is an old name, a dead name, a relic of a past so long ago that only the two of them stand as monuments to it. No, to use that exact name would be to desecrate the lives they've lived and disregard the choices they've made. It'd ignore the name the Master chose for themself, ignore the person they've become. So when the Doctor gapes at the presumed former MI6 agent known as 'O', the cogs slowly falling into place as his real identity slowly coalesces into realisation, the Doctor uses instead the meaning of that name: the whispered under blankets reason that had been shared with her so long ago and the declaration that secret held. The one that burns her with guilt at the memories of how she's failed to keep that long uttered promise.

interests - make friends not weapons Natasha Romanoff & Tony Stark, pre-Ultron. I am very close to getting this to a point I'm ready to publish, but it's this ending that's causing trouble by needing to have the emotional threads tie up with the symbolic threads. Brackets are bits I'm editing/writing, big spaces need something in them.

The blue shading underneath Natasha’s eyes shifts a little in response, changing the glittering green of her eyes in a movement that can't be measured by engineering to exact tolerances. An artist would have the vocabulary to describe what's just changed in Natasha's face, what has lifted ten years off of it. Tony is not an artist but he has created, and in that shift he thinks he can see the answer to his previous question. The warming smile that slides across his face in reply is [friendly, weapon to weapon, shared trauma knitting them closer than they can ever articulate.] Natasha’s smile is smooth and practised, not a genuine reflection of her [feelings] "I have some locations that might be of interest to you. [Black market suppliers. Weapons caches for terrorists, extremist groups.]"

Tagging @zahnie, @nostalgia-tblr and... idk whoever wants to do it? *looks at followers list* @starknight-dreams, @raindropsonwhiskers @mllekurtz?

Words (and variants):

snarl | gold | justice | sign | face

#answers #I am bad at this meme #words are hard #setnet

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

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Adam Groff X Male reader

A/N: how come there’s no Adam x male reader fics out there? So here’s one about Adam getting a punk bf at military school.

The ride from my house to the school was about two hours. Two hours of absolute silence apart from my dads occasional huffs and puffs as cars speed by us on the highway. My mother wasn’t saying a thing, only staring out the window, exactly like I was. The only difference was, her gaze was one filled with regret and sorrow, mine was empty and void of all emotion. I had trained myself to be hard to read as to not have anyone figure me out. Military school… fucking military school, it was a load of horse shit, but at least I would be away from my dad.

I shut the trunk and slung my duffle bag over my shoulder. I hugged my mom and looked to my dad who just stared back before getting in the car without a word.

I walked with the two uniform clad men as we walked to the big hall we were to all sleep in. We walked by the court yard, I looked to the left and saw a guy about my age on the ground doing push-ups as a correctional officer was shouting at him. He had (hair color) and that was about the only thing I got to see before the court yard ended in a brick wall.

I was unpacking when the guy I had seen outside walked in, his buzz cut hair wet from sweat. He took short breaths before looking to me. We locked eyes for a moment before I looked away. He put his arms over his head as he walked towards me. I was definitely bigger then him by the looks of it, so if he was trouble, I would tubble him in seconds.

He sat down on the bunk next to mine, kicking off his boots and grabbing a nearby towel, he threw the cloth over his head and laid down, his breaths were less short and irregular as he was starting to catch his breath. I couldn’t hold myself back from watching his chest rise and fall as he became less tense.

“You new i suppose?”

He suddenly spoke up from behind the towel.

“ yeah.. just arrived”

He sat up removing the towel, he was… very handsome..

“I’m (Y/N), got sent here bc of behaviour and attitude problems. What about you?”

“Adam, got sent here for a bunch of small fuck ups”

“Bummer… well this place is a fucking shithole”

“I saw you doing push-ups in the court yard, what did you do?”

“Oh you saw! Well I told the general to get fucked and that I thought he was an imperialistic count and that he could suck my cock and choke”

“Wow, harsh”

Was what I wanted to say, but all the noice that came out was a little:

“Oh”

“Yeah so had to do like 100 push-ups, I was practically dead when I reached the goal but my arms are getting bigger”

He pulled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep, it was that there was no doubt that this guy was strong.

“Also all the extra sit ups are paying off”

He stood and pulled his shirt out his pants, showing off his stomach which had the outline of a growing six pack plastered in the middle.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turn on by that. I had an instant sexual attraction to him as he stood there, looking at himself In the reflection on the window. I quickly crossed my legs, hoping to hide the growing erection.

“Well Adam, I recon we should start to move outside before we get another punishment for staying in our rooms too long”

“Yeah sure, I’ll umm I’ll meet you outside in a minute, just need to get some things first”

“Suit yourself”

He smiled before walking outside, as soon as I heard the door slam behind me I let out a giant breath, looking down at my now fully erect penis. Fuck.

“Present! Arm!”

We did as told, hoping from left to right, swinging around the massive weapon they had laid in our hands. (Y/N) had been so kind as to take me under his wing as he helped me navigate the endless commands, but he was a trouble maker at heart and not like me who just constantly fucks up. No, this boy was calculated and did every misdeed with a level of planing which impressed me.

On one faithful morning, we were sitting in the dining hall, eating our oatmeal as usual. (Y/N) had a new target. A guy named Sam, he was a ripe dickhead and (Y/N) wanted to make him pay, and of course I was in on it.

He leaned in over the table to whisper something to me.

“Okay I’ll start throwing the oatmeal and you just go with the flow”

I nodded and continued poking my breakfast with the spoon.

Splat! One spoon full hit Sam in the back of his bald head. He turned around in anger.

“Who the fuck did that?! Was it you (L/N)?!”

“Does it look like it was fucking me you thick headed prick?!”

Sam scoffed and turned around before another spoonful hit the back of his head. He stood up, throwing his oatmeal at (Y/N). He ducked and it hit the guy behind him, starting an all out food war in the cafeteria.

(Y/N) grabbed my hand as we quickly snuck out before the officers could catch us in the mess.

We ran to the court yard before hiding behind the brick wall. We sat on the ground laughing and catching our breaths.

(Y/N) whipped a single tear from laughter as he looked at me with such a sweet smile.

“Wait sit still” he said, lifting his hand to my face as he whipped a bit of oatmeal from my cheek. His fingers lingered as we stared into each other’s eyes. It was now or never, I leaned in and kissed him. Just a short kiss on the lips as he was now palming my cheek. I pulled him back into another kiss, slowly laying him down on the ground as I got on top, our lips never parting. His one hand stayed on my cheek and the other drove up my shirt as our make out suasion continued.

“U-hum!”

We quickly parted and looked up into the eyes of our disciplinary officer… fuck

I looked over to the empty bunk besides mine, a small sigh leaving my lungs as I zipped up my duffel bag. Of course we had gotten kicked out, (Y/N) had been sent home about an hour ago and my parents were on the way. I stood up, feeling a small crinkle in my back pocket.

I shoved my hand down there and fished up a piece of paper. It said:

“Call me when you get home xx ;)”

And a then a phone number at the end. I smiled and put the paper back before heading out.

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cursed-domain · 3 years

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Shiny Toys

Toji has a gun and you think it’s. Neat.

WC ~2.1k

Thanks @yuurrrrrrr for sparking the idea, I hope you like the result

Contains: NSFW!! GUN. Gun play and fear play. There’s a gun, and use of it is threatened within a consensual sexual context. Threat recipient know’s she’s ~probably~ safe but… fear is part of the excitement for her.

Also uhh dick sucking, dacryphilia and maybe a splash of degradation

I was gonna do something chill for my first fic on here but then. this happened instead. oops.

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“You gotta leave soon?” you ask.

Toji shakes his head. “I got time. Just for you, y’know.”

“Sure.” You laugh, because you know you’re not that special. You’re just - convenient, and maybe even a little bit interesting. And also, perhaps, insane for even being here right now. Most of the guys you’ve shared a hotel room with don’t have that kind of body count. But… fuck it. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here with him, and it won’t be the last.

Toji has his feet kicked up on a table. Seeing him so relaxed, you wouldn’t guess what he was going to do once he left. Just a job, he calls it. One that pays real well. It makes your heartbeat race, seeing him so nonchalant about the power he holds. You wish you could say it was from fear.

“Gonna be an easy one today,” he says, folding his hands behind his head. “So I got plenty of time. Just gonna take an hour and a couple toys to get it done.”

You raise your eyebrows, smirking, and he cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. “Not that kind of toy. Fuck. You can’t turn that side of your brain off for one second.”

“You make it hard.”

“Hmm.” He’s smiling. This is somewhat rare. And potentially dangerous. “You wanna see my favorite? I got it in my pocket right now.”

“Favorite toy?” You should probably just bite your tongue now. “Thought that was me.”

“You’re fuckin hilarious.” His hand moves, lightning fast, and in it materializes a handgun. Casually pointed in your general direction. Safety on, of course. You’re pretty sure. “That’s why you’re a close second.”

You get up and come to stand at his side. He spins the gun casually in his hand. It’s small, compact, shiny - “Kinda pretty,” you say.

“Yeah.” He laughs. “Pretty. Until -“ he’s quick again. It materializes right against the side of your head. “Boom.” With his free hand, he mimics a gunshot.

“…Mhmm.” Your voice is faint, suddenly, different enough from usual to make him suspicious.

“Why so quiet?” He grabs your wrist, yanking you down to lean over him. “Did I scare you?”

“Kinda.” Fuck. You can feel yourself getting red. Getting hot. “But. Um.” You glance at the weapon, still held tight in his hand.

“Oh?” His grip tightens on your wrist, and he pulls you closer. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Um. Maybe…”

His grip tightens on your wrist. Then he nudges your temple with the opening of the cold metal barrel, and your brain goes blank again. And with him staring you down like this, forcing you to stay right where he wants you - reflexively, your thighs clench tightly together.

Toji notices everything. He has to. And even if he didn’t, you aren’t exactly subtle. “Knew you had a long, long list of turn-ons,” he laughs, “but this is new.” Keeping the barrel pressed against your head, he yanks your arm forward, forcing you to bend down to his eye level. He kicks his feet up off the table. “You’re a little slut for danger, aren’t you?”

Your brain isn’t working. The only option is the truth. “Yes. Mhmm.“

He yanks you into position again, depositing you on his lap. “You’re very lucky you’re mine right now.” His breath is hot in your ear, his teeth bared. “Because I’m gonna have some fun with this.”

The gun doesn’t budge. You squirm in his lap as his fingernails dig into your skin.

“Stay still,” he admonishes. “You’re being so impatient already. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You could argue against this. His free hand is already riding very high on your thigh. And sitting like this, right between his legs, feeling him through his clothes - he knows it’s unreasonable to expect your patience. But cold metal is sliding across your cheek, now, so you manage to keep yourself quiet.

“You’re shaking. Scared? Or…” The barrel rubs up against your lips, and his hand slides between your legs.

“I like being scared,“ you whisper. “‘s really hot when you’re scary.”

He scoffs. “You haven’t seen me scary. Not yet. Do you really want to?”

You nod frantically. “Mhmm.”

“Hmm.” He nudges your mouth open with the edge of the barrel. “Think you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen as the cylinder slides past your lips and shoves into your mouth. You whimper in a faint protest as it comes close to scraping the back of your throat.

“You’ve got your lips curled back. Don’t you?” He presses his fingers and palm hard against your cunt, through your clothes, forcing a whimper out of your stuffed mouth. “Bet your tongue is dragging along the bottom, too. Don’t be embarrassed. I like that. Means you’re well trained.”

You seem to be frozen in place. But you feel your head nod, up and down.

“Now,” he says. “In a second, if you behave yourself, I’m going to take this out of your mouth. But I’m going to keep it very close to your head. You’re going to thank me for letting you go, and then you’re going to get on your knees right there on the floor. And you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, because as far as you know, it might.”

You stay frozen. You can’t say anything, and you’re suddenly very scared of answering wrong. He wouldn’t do it. It’s not a real threat. It can’t be. But the amount of power he holds over you is making you dizzy and so, so hot. You rub your damp thighs together and let yourself believe it.

“Just nod again, sweetheart. You don’t even need to make a sound.”

You force yourself to move, just enough to do as he says.

“Good. Now, it feels like your mouth is really clamped down on this thing. And I don’t wanna hurt your precious lips on the way out. So open up a little wider, alright? Very good.” As promised, his hand stays close, hovering right beside your head as the other tugs on the waist of your skirt. “Now, what do you say?”

“Th -” You’re so short of breath that you have to start over. “Thank you. Thank you - for sparing me. And - and for letting me serve you. I’ll do so good for you. I promise.”

“Gonna hold you to that, sweetheart.”

You scramble to the floor right before he rises from his seat, turning around as he pulls the waist of his pants below his hips. His toy never leaves his hand, though, and soon he’s aiming it down, right at your skull.

“Strip for me before you start,” he orders. “Give me something nice to look at, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yes, sir.” It takes longer than it should. Your hands shake as you pull your shirt over your head and fumble over the clasp of your bra.

Once you’re naked before him, Toji grabs your jaw and tilts your head back. Then he leans over you, and trails the barrel of his gun up your stomach, stopping to hold it upright between your tits, grinning as your eyes widen. “What’re you thinking about?” He shakes his head. “Dirty little slut.” Before he stands up, he spits into your open mouth, and without hesitation, you swallow it. “‘Least you know how to behave yourself.”

He reaches out to grab your hair, twisting his fingers through it before yanking you forward. “You’re making me impatient, now,” he says.“You’re too scared to move? Let’s see if I can get you so scared that you have to.” He let’s go of your hair, and then your entire body tenses as a click echoes out above you. “Safety’s off, sweetheart. Only one way to get it back on.”

Nononono…. You don’t dare give yourself a chance to protest. You lurch forward, letting all the cock you can fit into your mouth, holding back a gag as it penetrates your throat. It’s not even close to all the way down, either. You doubt you could take him all the way - doubt anyone could. You’re too big, you whined, the first time you tried. I can’t - ‘s too much. You come up for a breath, determined to show him you’ve improved. Show him you’re worth keeping.

“Slow down, princess.” He pushes your hair back from your face and trails his index finger down your jawline. “You’re so eager. I’ve taught you better than that. Done this enough times to know you gotta build up, right?”

You pull back and nod frantically, not daring to look up. “I - I’m sorry -“ you stammer. I could die. I really could -

“Start again. Nice and slow. Control yourself.” He grins crookedly, and places his hand firmly on the back of your head. “You’ll know when it’s time to change that. Alright?”

You squeak out an “mhmm,” not even giving yourself time to nod your head before you lick a thick, slow stripe up the underside of Toji’s cock. You’re not sure if you can control yourself enough to do anything more precise. You’re shaking, blinking hard and fast as you coat his shaft with your tongue. You manage to move up to the tip, enveloping it in your mouth as your tongue flicks gently underneath.

You don’t let yourself think. If you think, you’ll panic. Just one little twitch of his finger… and you asked for all of this. You’re fucking enjoying it.

You feel your tears welling up, but you don’t dare stop to wipe your eyes dry. You force yourself to follow your practiced motions, working your lips and tongue up and down his cock, over and over until the tears running down your cheeks mix with the drool overrunning the boundaries of your mouth.

Your eyes glance up at him, and you can tell from his expression that you are perfect. A perfect, terrified, sobbing, cock-hungry mess. Your jaw is tired, but you don’t dare stop. It’s almost a relief when he takes over, grabbing the back of your head and fucking hard into your open mouth, grinning wider as the beginnings of a gag bubble up in your throat. And there’s still more -

He lowers the gun for moment. Right in front of your face. Turned to the side so you can see his finger hovering over the trigger. “You wanna keep me happy, don’t you, love? Wanna keep yourself happy?”

A strange, pathetic little moan vibrates out of your mouth. Yes, you think. Anything -

“Then don’t you dare fucking struggle.”

Cold metal digs into your skull, and Toji’s nails dig into the back of your head as he forces you to stay still against the rutting of his hips. You whimper around the base of his cock as you try to resist the urge to pull back against his hand. Again and again, he forces as much as you’ve ever taken into your poor, exhausted throat. And of course, you don’t shy away one bit. Don’t even tug against his hand when you gag. There’s nothing you can do but let him fuck your throat raw.

Don’t try to stop, you tell yourself. Don’t fucking stop, or - or -

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you’re yanked back one last time. You look up, eyes still teary, as your tongue is coated with cum. You open your mouth wide so Toji can see it pooled before you swallow. There’s a click, and then something heavy clangs down on the table in front of you.

Toji’s hands, both empty, twist through your hair and then cup your face. He smiles down at you, holding you in place until your breaths slow and your heart rate steadies. “You wanna know something?

You nod, and he pulls you to your feet. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and leaning down to whisper his secret into your ear. “It was empty. Just hollow metal.”

“It…” you take a moment to understand. When you do, you bury your face in his shirt, suddenly blinking back tears all over again. “Toji… you fucking liar.”

“You wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun if I’d told you, princess. But I’m not quite that fucked up.” He grabs a fistful of your shirt and pulls you back, tipping your chin up with one finger. “Not around you, anyways.”

He’s grinning. Like a fucking psychopath. And it just makes you want to do it all again.

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