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laurfilijames · 4 months

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Bulletproof

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Mentions of being shot through a bulletproof vest. Bruises and welts. Swearing. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: After a close call in a gunfight, Jax turns to you to remind him of all the things in life worth living for.

A/N: I'm sorry I couldn't help it. This is a teeny bit angsty and full of feelings. I needed to write something "short and sweet" (it's neither of those 🤣) to get my writing back on track, and well, here's this... enjoy!!

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The buzz of your phone that sat on the nightstand beside your head woke you from a decent sleep, taking you a few minutes to register it was happening for real and not in a dream, a soft moan passing your lips as you reached over for it and hit the button to accept the call.

“Hello?” you answered, your voice groggy and unable to disguise your sleep, your eyes too heavy and blurred to have read on the screen who was on the other end.

“Hey, it’s me,” Jax’s voice registered in your ear, making you become a little more alert and sit up while running your hand over your hair.

“I’m on my way over,” he explained, his tone short and wired, like he was on edge or adrenaline was pumping through him.

Glancing over at the alarm clock, you simply agreed, not asking any questions, knowing if he was calling you and needing to see you at this hour that something more than just sex was on his mind.

The roar of his Harley came through before he hung up, and flinging the covers off while swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you did the same.

You walked through to the front door, wearing only his Reaper t-shirt that had become your nightly staple, flicking the bolt to unlock it as you leaned against the frame, peeling back the curtain that covered the small window to look out onto the dark street as if he would be rolling in any second despite him having just left to get there.

Letting your eyelids close, you continued to lean, wrapping your arms around yourself to try to keep some of the lingering warmth from your bed on your skin, partly hoping that Jax would be tired and ready for sleep when he arrived.

The familiar rumble of his engine sounded in the distance and grew louder with each second, and an automatic smile tugged at your lips, your heart picking up pace just as his motorcycle did to quicker close the gap between him and you.

You watched through the window, your fingers toying with the thin fabric as you held the curtain aside, seeing him roughly push down the kickstand with his white sneakers before quickly standing up and dismounting his bike, unfastening his helmet at the same time.

The way he was rushing made your pulse hammer, his deliberate strides a clear display of his desperation, and you opened the door for him before he blew through it and knocked it off its hinges, his expression a mix of frenzy and relief as his blue eyes landed on you.

Gloved hands gripped your cheeks roughly, pulling you into him equally as much as he pressed himself into you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss so hard it stole your breath.

A slightly surprised gasp blew out of your mouth when he parted from you and gave you an opportunity to get air back into your lungs, your eyes searching his features with concern as you took in the sweat clinging to his reddened cheeks, his hair damp and darkened.

His chest rose and fell sharply, and tearing off his gloves, he raked his long fingers that held a home for his chunky rings through his messy tresses, exhaling a shaky breath as he looked down at the floor and then back up at you.

“Jax, what happened?”

He shook his head and chuckled falsely, pulling his bottom lip in his teeth before looking at you with what he must have thought was a convincing expression.

“I’m fine.”

His eyebrows sat high on his forehead and brought out the creases on it as he stared at you, and when you held his gaze almost challengingly, he blinked away the moisture that you caught building up in them and moved into you again, his sigh emptying out into your mouth as he kissed you slower this time, but with equal passion.

Your hands slipped up beneath his kutte, the heat of his skin pouring off of him as you rubbed his back in soothing motions, the act comforting yourself as much as it was him.

The familiar taste and smell of smoke assaulted your nose and transferred onto your tongue, knowing whatever stress he was under right now had caused him to light up one cigarette after the other to try to settle his nerves.

As your kiss faded out, Jax rubbed his nose against the side of yours, his breath hot on your cheek, the stickiness of his skin transferring onto yours.

He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing for a moment while he let his hands roam up over your bum and onto the small of your back, bringing your body even closer to his.

Swaying slightly on the spot, he nuzzled his face into yours even more, a moment of softness before he met your lips again, claiming you in another kiss that started slow and quickly increased in fervor.

His breathing became laboured, struggling to draw in enough air as he kissed you harder and with more desperation, his hands gripping at your flesh beneath his worn shirt.

You could feel his hard cock pressing into you as it strained against his jeans, making you rub yourself on it a couple of times with a teasing grind of your hips, your fingers moving down his stomach to work at the button and zipper while he shrugged out of his kutte.

It landed carelessly on the floor beside you, and you couldn’t mistake the slight wince on his face before it disappeared in his hoodie as he lifted his arms and pulled it over his head, immediately moving back to capture your lips again.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans, walking forward to force you back and further into your house, your hand rubbing him through his boxers before diving inside the waistband to take hold of his cock, stroking the hot, velvety skin of his length that made you moan into his mouth and him push harder on yours.

Both of you blindly made your way toward your bedroom, only pausing your kisses briefly to peel the white t-shirt that clung to his body off of him, your breath knocking out of you as he slammed you against the wall and began lifting the hem of the shirt still covering your body.

Once your naked form was available to him, he trailed his lips down your neck and along your collarbone while his hands smoothed all along your waist, one moving to your breasts where his fingers plucked one of your peaked nipples, the other traveling downward to slip between your legs.

“Jax…” you breathed, your tone needy and filled with lust, the sensation of his fingers entering and withdrawing from your slick hole making your eyes close and your head knock back on the drywall.

After losing yourself in ecstasy for a couple of minutes, you refocused, needing him more than ever, your thumbs hooking in the band of his boxers to tear them down his legs.

Jax took your hand and turned to lead you the short distance to your room, giving you a view of his back where your eyes were drawn to different spots of dark colouring that weren’t part of the ones that made up the large tattoo that covered almost all of it.

Peppered between the image of the Reaper and letters that spelled out ‘California’ were round bruises, his skin raised with welts, and your heart sank in realization of what had caused them; the impact of the bullets that had hit him unable to be disguised even with the protection of kevlar.

You instinctively reached out to lightly trace each one, counting three in total, a mix of emotions rushing through you that were half grateful and half terrified.

“I’m fine.” He repeated the same lie as before, glancing back at you as he paused in his steps and turned to face you.

You dove into him, wrapping your shaky arms around him to hug him so tight you didn’t care if it hurt, feeling his arms encase you in return and his lips press multiple times on the top of your head.

A sourness crept up your restricted throat, your guts twisting almost painfully at the thought of one of those bullets striking a place the bulletproof vest hadn’t been covering, and you frantically began kissing him everywhere you could reach, starting on his chest and making your way up his neck, your hands moving to cup his cheeks where your thumbs smoothed back and forth on his blond scruff. Your lips met again, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you transferred all your worry and grief into a display of love, his cock nudging at your core to remind you of what it was he needed right now.

The oncoming tears stung when you squeezed your eyelids together tightly, one slipping out and down your cheek as you retrained your focus on the feel of his tongue tangling with yours instead, the simplicity of needing to just be with him beginning to outweigh anything else.

You finally made it into your room, sitting on the bed and scooching yourself back to lay down with spread legs as he settled between them and sank overtop of you, continuing to kiss you with as much ardor that the skin around your mouth was already beginning to feel raw.

His knee pressed up on your thigh to guide it higher, spreading you out further as he covered your body completely with his, his fingers running along your scalp to send shivers across your skin.

You adjusted your hips, angling yourself to allow for his leaking head to push through your folds, lingering with just the tip of him inside you that somehow already made you feel full.

The skin on his back was tacky as you ran your hands gently up and down it, feeling his muscles flex as he began to move against you, his cock stretching you out inch by inch as he slowly pushed all the way in.

It was ironic; catching glimpses of the silver shell casing that hung from the chain around his neck in the light shining in through the window as it wagged and glided along your chest, filling the space between your hearts that hammered furiously and proved his vitality as if it hadn’t been threatened.

As soon as Jax had pulled into your driveway he felt better, the need to see you and be with you at the forefront of his mind, having bolted out of the clubhouse the minute he had changed out of his tac vest and clothes that were sprayed with holes from the gunshots he could still hear going off in his head.

Now that he had felt your lips against his and the softness of your skin beneath his palms, he was filled with an appreciation for you that he knew he took for granted too many times before, the relief he felt at being with someone who made him feel alive after a close call with death sobering him in a harsh bite of reality.

The way you made him feel was undeniable, giving him a vigor that was too often misplaced and diluted even though you showed him a brighter side to all the darkness that surrounded him, his lack of commitment to anyone but his club wrongly applicable even to you.

He thrusted harder into you, deepening his strokes as he peeled his mouth from yours to watch his cock pump in and out of you, the sound of your pleasure coming out in beautiful whimpers and soft moans while requesting more from him reiterating every reason why he came here tonight in the first place.

Jax dove against your lips again, needing to kiss you in order to stop himself from saying things that he feared may only be a result of how fucking scared he had been earlier, but deep down knowing the words that portrayed how he felt weren’t coming from a place of fear.

It felt different. Crazed and desperate and meaningful, the way he fucked you hinting at something more intent and unwavering than usual.

Sex with Jax was always mind-numbing and intense, but you never let yourself get too far into things knowing he could be gone before you even woke the next day and carrying on without thinking twice about it meaning anything more, his nonchalance always reminding you to take nothing from it other than pleasure.

Gone.

The potency of that little word had your eyes burning again, burrowing an emptiness in your chest that ached to be filled by anything he was generous enough to give.

There were never any labels put on what you were to each other or what this was, but the possibility of losing him at any moment made you desperate to show him what he meant to you, your fingers digging into the flesh on his upper arms so hard as if adding marks of your own on his body would make him stay with you forever.

You reached your face upward to press harder against his mouth, happy when he reciprocated and drove his tongue deeper inside yours, the long, rolling motions of his hips continuing, only now with more calculated force.

Heat bubbled within you, building up into that familiar tingle that taunted to be chased, every nerve in you warning of what drew nearer with each pump and drag of his long cock in and out of you.

The way his hands roamed your body in a calm, but needy way had your mind spinning, like the more he touched you the more it grounded and convinced him that he was still here to enjoy something this good; the gravity of today in no hurry to lose its effectiveness.

Jax paused for a moment, rubbing his hand over your forehead as he searched your eyes for permission or assurance or something more that scared even you, the sound of your panting breaths the only thing audible in the dark quiet of your room. He dipped down to brush your lips again, his scruff holding onto the sweat that had effectively coated every part of his body, lightly teasing with a softer kiss before resuming the purposeful tempo of his hips, the silence between you able to voice that you were both ready to find your high together.

Letting your bodies say what your words couldn't, you met his pace, grinding and rolling deliberately in time with him, the need to help him find his release with the use of your body seeming more important tonight than it ever had.

Jax gripped your face tightly, his fingers squeezing your jawline in an almost frantic way, groaning into your mouth desperately as a signal of his climax.

His thrusts never faltered, continuing to pound you while his hot cum filled you up in aggressive spurts, throwing you into your own orgasm as your clit rubbed against the coarse hairs on his groin. The feel of his cock sliding his thick seed in and out of you drew out your high, prolonging every blissful spark and shudder that tore through your body, the way his sweaty form laid heavily on top of yours a necessary weight that helped you stay rooted in the moment.

He remained buried inside you while you kissed, catching your breaths by sharing each other’s until he slipped from between your legs and crashed onto the covers beside you, his arm falling over his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

Despite having just been as close to him as you possibly could be, you felt a vacancy and longing for him, glancing over at him where you watched him close his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly as he drew in sharp breaths.

His necklace fell to the side from where it rested on his pec, hanging in his armpit as he continued to breathe, and you carefully picked it up between your fingers, the silver cold against them and a stark contrast to the heat that radiated off his body.

Even though his eyes remained closed, you couldn’t mistake the pained look on his face, a sort of fear and vulnerability that was rare to see on his features, his mortality shattering the usual invincibility that was layered on falsely by his cockiness.

Your chest felt tight, watching him let everything the adrenaline had prevented him from feeling earlier course through him, and you leaned over and traced your fingertips along the creases beside his mouth before pressing your lips to his, relieved when he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

His arms came down to wrap around you, pulling your body to rest more on top of his, his hands carding over your back in a comfortable, soothing way.

You couldn’t recount the times sex with Jax had turned into a quick goodbye between smiling kisses and promises to see each other soon only to have days turn into weeks, convincing yourself and him that this was nothing more than a casual, fun fuck, having to disguise the way your heart ached for him and how many butterflies erupted at the mention of his name alone.

None of that mattered tonight, no longer caring if you let your cards show, the severity of tonight outweighing any need to try to stifle your feelings or bother denying that you felt more for him than you ever intended to let happen.

Jax remained pensive and quiet, his boisterous self clouded by his brush with a graver fate, but with the occasional kiss to the top of your head and the way his heartbeat had steadied in your ear, you knew he was comforted in your embrace.

As you laid entwined in your sheets, your leg hooked over his waist while he held your hand and played with your fingers, interlacing them and listlessly running them through his, you thought how you would never be able to control or guarantee if he would be yours to love forever, the way he lived his reckless life a threat to any sort of assurance.

A soft smile tugged at your lips when Jax shifted slightly lower on the bed to line up your face with his, kissing you slowly and clutching your hand in his where he brought it into his chest.

His nose rubbed against yours a couple of times before he settled his head on your pillow, a quiet hum sounding from his mouth, his blue eyes shining with a vitality and promise that for at least another day, he was yours.

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buttercupblu · 18 days

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Studying with Choso🌱🫧🌷

Student!Choso x Reader One-Shot

the deets: Poor Cho - he's been best friends with books and binders for weeks on end with little to no time for his favorite subject; You 🥺. With his finals just around the corner, his cram sessions are in full swing... and affections absent. So, being the angel that you are, you decide to give him a helping hand. w.c: 3.8k tags: fem!reader, fem!top/switch (kinda), teasing, nipple play, breath play, choking, handjob, praise, pet names, Ph.D student Choso|mention of: rough penetration, bruising, throat fucking, 18+ MDNI a.n: what began as a daydream turned into my 1st (completed) JJK fanfic - go crazy, go stupid|don't talk to me about the latest spoilers ... pls 🥲

Sigh.

He’s been at it for hours now.

The clock ticking against the silence in the room made that obnoxiously apparent.

Hums of Lofi coming from the living room is your only saving grace. The peace and tranquility he needs to concentrate starkly contrasts the infectious heat growing in your lower body.

Nibbling on your nails proves meek, as your thighs, acting as hand warmers, begin to ache. You couldn’t help but palm your pussy while trying to resist the urge to interrupt Choso’s study session.

Again.

Your cunny kept speaking to you with a raging heartbeat. Begging you to march in there and demand attention as he’d been home for hours with little to no sprinkles of affection.

You groan, burying your face into your pillow.

“Baaabe,” you call out, a pout forming on your lips.

As much as you wanted to quell your growing pains, you knew this was a really important exam for Choso - one of his last hurdles before wrapping up his Ph.D program. Knowing how much it meant to Choso, you feel a twinge of guilt.

Your little man was on his way to wearing white lab coats and curing diseases, saving lives one cure at a time. A faint smile finds your face thinking about it. You could see him clearly, donning goggles and blue gloves; his signature spiky buns (adding to the charm) are truly adorable. His little face is a picture of concentration, completely absorbed in his work while taking measurements and recording data; you could almost hear the sound of his pen scratching on the notepad.

The image of him so absorbed in his work is both charming and impressive; it always makes your heart flutter.

You just knew that those bitches he’s going to be working with better watch themselves.

Choso in that element alone was enough to make you fold; you could only imagine working so closely with him for multiple hours and taking more than your fair share of quick glances—clenching your thighs to steady your desires to have him bend you over the metal table just to feel the coolness against your nipples.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Choso whines back. It breaks you out of your jealousy-filled fantasy. Yet, you find your fingertips damp from the arousal between your legs. “I just need a bit more time.” You hear the fatigue in his voice. Knowing your love is so tired and hard at work breaks your heart.

But that’s all he’s been doing as of late, and you felt as if you hadn’t seen each other in ages. Between his hours-long sessions at the lab and catching up on sleep, you barely had time to cuddle at bedtime. You missed his warmth, his strong arms instinctively bringing you closer to him as he slept. The way your bodies formed a perfect C as he kissed into your neck.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And you are surely suffering at the moment.

The multiple attempts to dissuade his attention from his books were fruitless.

Casual walk-bys in his favorite silky shorts of yours, the ones that hug above your plump undercuff, went unnoticed. You were sure he could feel the wind against his face as you swished by, making sure your cheeks lingered in his air for a second or two.

He paid it no mind..

It wasn't until you stopped dead in front of him that he finally turned his attention to you, pausing to follow his wandering eyes around the wavy rim of your shorts. The design stretched around your plush thighs creating an imprint on your body, marking your velvety skin. Your arms crossed firmly on your chest push your tits into full view; the accompanying pout on your face made his dick jump.

He sighs, trailing his hands up your thighs to the small of your back, and pulls you in between his legs. A deep breath follows as he inhales your rosy scent, savoring the fragrance he wishes he could bottle and horde.

His chin rests on your lower belly as he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. “An hour. I promise.”

He peers over the rim of his reading glasses, looking on with a furrowed brow and pouty lip, squeezing at your hips.

You couldn’t resist melting when he’s like this.

His eyes beg for patience, but his hands, wavering under the cuffs of your cheeks, say otherwise. A gentle squeeze on your inner thigh confirms it; you bite your lip at his firm grasp, his eyes never leaving yours.

Fawk me.

"Hmph.” you lower into his lap, perfectly molding your body against his. Resting your head on his shoulder, your hands find solace at the nape of his neck. He's so warm. His arms find home around your waist, a sensation that always makes you feel so secure, so small. So needy.

You rock into him, the smell of his hair drugging you as you try to be as close as possible, barely able to control the need to dry-hump him for relief.

Oh, how his heavenly thighs would be a perfect candidate.

“One hour? You promise, Cho?” your whine, coupled with the dampness of your shorts, incites a bulge between your thighs. The friction of which alone could get you off if you kept up the pace.

This doesn't go unnoticed of course, and it took all of Choso’s restraint to keep him from dragging your hips back and forth himself, letting you use him like a fucktoy against your clit.

Or better yet, take you like this. It would be so easy for him to snake his arms under your legs and prop you up to bounce on his dick. He was sure the chair was sturdy enough to handle him abusing you.

The thought was mind-numbingly irresistible.

He tugs at his bottom lip, swallowing a moan and holding you a bit tighter.

“I promise.” pressing a kiss on your ear, his fingers float down your spine. You could stay like this for the rest of the night if it were up to you, but you knew his studies were critical. Besides, maybe your patience would come with a reward—a nice fat one. The one sitting neatly in his shorts, threatening to poke out from under you at the present moment.

But that was almost an hour ago.

The hour he promised he would be done by.

And lying in bed with your head hanging off of the side, picturing Choso ramming his dick down your throat, certainly wasn’t helping the throbbing in your core. You pull your hand from your shorts, marveling at the webs between your fingers. Frowning immediately after.

Fine. If he wouldn’t come to you…

You huff, sitting up to head to the living room only to be met with Choso’s back turned to you—his head buried in papers and woe. A mischievous grin plays on your face as you tiptoe behind him.

Your arms wrap lovingly around his neck and drift down his chest. He jumps a little, feeling a tug on the bottom of his shirt. Your icy hands slip underneath and palm his chest before he can argue.

“You keep it so cold in here, Cho,” you nuzzle into his neck, “How am I supposed to stay warm?”

Your hands snake around his torso until they brush his pink nips. The rhythmic beat of his heart picks up against your fingers. A slight tug elicits a groan from his lips. “Babe,” he winces, “What are you doing?”

You giggle, twirling them between your fingers before pulling out to caress his scalp—a certified soft spot of his and your favorite place to play.

To help him concentrate, of course.

You tumble through his brunette locks like gentle waves. It’s almost comical how easily his head falls back against your breasts. The sensation mixed with exhaustion turns him into putty in your hands. You gaze lovingly at his bliss-ridden face and softly closed eyes. Slow, shallow breaths escape his rosy lips as if he’s lost in a peaceful dream.

His naturally dark under-eyes show signs of how busy he’s been. anyone else would assume the purple hue came from sleep deprivation (partially true), but you loved how the blush features coveted his face. To you, they only enhance his already striking features, making him all the more breathtakingly beautiful.

Even without an impossible schedule on top of it.

You were enamored with his unwavering commitment to his ambitions, aspirations, and most importantly, you. It was impressive seeing how he seamlessly balanced his pursuit of success and his affection for you, always making time for meaningful moments together. On top of caring for his younger brother Yuji, the cutest little manic dumpling in existence, you couldn’t help but awe at his ability to juggle everything and still find a way to make you feel cherished.

The thought of it all sends butterflies from your tummy to your toes.

His exposed neck begs for attention. You lean, brushing your soft lips against the skin. Careful to ghost over his collarbone, sending trimmers to his ears. The temptation to swipe his earlobe with your tongue flashes through your mind, a feat you know would send his dick through his pants.

Instead, you slowly wrap your hand around his jaw, pulling his head back further. His eyes lock on your playful smile; his stunned face makes you nuzzle your thighs together.

“Y/N-” he starts but your lips silence the protest. He melts into your hand feeling your tongue dip into his mouth. His feeble attempt to object fleets like seconds on a clock.

Mint chocolate fills your mouth tasting the sweet treats he nibbles on to get him through the night. You couldn't stand the taste of chocolate-flavored toothpaste, but you would swallow a barrel full just to sample it from the lips that always took your breath away.

Quelled by your touch, Choso softens in his seat. How could he resist? Your tongue was nectar on any given day, and he was your hummingbird.

Your hands travel down his chest, lingering on his waist and treasured v-section. Something he worked on sculpting 2 to 3 times a week, though you swore it came naturally. A waist this slutty simply could not be built in a gym. It was your favorite playground on nights when you could not resist the urge to sink your teeth into flesh.

Followed by whines from Choso.

And your knees shaking and shoved against your chest for tempting him.

You pause before his delectable thighs, capturing an involuntary mew when you glide over them. Fuck, he thinks, I’m such a slut—battling between needing to study and needing your touch.

What began as mischief morphs into something brilliant, feeling your boyfriend writhe in his chair.

Pulling away from his pillowy lips, a smile forms on yours. He looks on, dazed, almost upset that you stole away.

“Cho..,” you breathe, “What is the central dogma of molecular biology?” His eyes pop open. Your fingers on his thigh slow. You hold a lustful stare, watching his mind search for the answers.

“Um, the flow of genetic information within a biological system?”

You nod happily, resuming your strokes. His lips twitch in response.

“What isss… the role of CRISPR-Cas9 in genome editing?” You inch closer to his inner thigh. His eyes flash to your hand.

“Aht aht,” tilting his chin, “Look at me when you answer.” Your fingers press deeper into his jaw, the result of which makes his dick strain against his shorts and stretch the fabric. Pulsing thumps vibrate through your other hand when you cup his length to still him.

Heat finds your face as you palm the growing tent. The boy had been blessed with a toe-curling gift that shot stars into your eyes every time it sank into your core. Your dainty little hands paled in comparison to the massive limb - it was a wonder how he ever managed to fit inside you - let alone between your fingers.

Yet, you still managed to take him so well, he thought. Stretching around him with ease, bringing curses to his mouth every time he bottomed out. Always so wet and ready for him at the simplest touch. It was more like your pussy always craved the challenge, sucking and swallowing him like a pure essence.

“Cho.”

The words catch in his throat. “It-it’s a genome editing tool that comes from bacterial immune systems,” he wets his lips, clenching his fingers, “It uses a.. guide RNA to target specific DNA sequences and Cas9 enzyme to introduce precise changes, like a um, gene knockout or uh….insertion, in various organisms.”

“Good boy,” you coo, pressing a plush kiss onto his lips again. He blushes red at the sound of praise. The words stimulating a part of his brain that makes him docile and dumb.

Raking nails and plump lips battle for his attention. He feels breathless at your touch. You barely had time to kiss each other before starting your mornings. And now, here you were, toying with him like a trinket.

The questions come with ease, a result of genuine curiosity and random peeks over his shoulder during long nights of cramming.

Difficulty increases as you rattle them off. The look of astonishment on Choso’s face says he didn’t know that you had been paying such close attention. You were no stranger to flashcards and practice quizzes yourself, having become accustomed to them during your undergrad studies. And though those four years may have driven you close to insanity, the habits proved permanent. And were being put to good use on your overworked boyfriend.

“Mmmm,” a thumb dances along the rim of his shorts, “What kind of stem cell research uses Patient-derived iPSCs?”

His brows furrow feeling the elastic stretch around his waist, “Umm, regenerative medicine, no, disease modeling and drug discovery.” skimming his hips sets his nerves on fire. A quick pop of the waistband sends him into outer space. The look of defeat is adorable, his glasses fogging a little.

He was so cute, so easily coaxed into trembles from the slightest touch.

You chuckle, nodding, “And if they can model human diseases, then?”

Searching for the solution sends him into a panic. His mouth gapes, but your fingers do not waver, pressing between his thighs, patiently awaiting his answer.

You can tell he’s overthinking it, second-guessing even. My poor baby, you think. Your eyes soften watching him. A gentle expression that reminds him why he tries at all.

With a soft tug of your thumb on his bottom lip, the answer is clear.

“...They can be used to help researchers save lives”.

The simplest answer is most often the best.

You smile, “Correct.” In one swoop, his shorts fall just enough to allow his dick to spring out. It slaps against his stomach, thumping against the cool air. A slick of arousal glistens from the head down to the shaft. You fixate on the lip-licking sight, hungry for a taste.

Choso’s hazy eyes are a close second; his struggle to keep them open is noticeably appetizing. The devil may be the most beautiful fallen angel, but it’d be a run for his money if Choso had wings.

Your hands are careful to tease his length, lightly drawing long lines and circles. Pressing your fingertips into him on correct answers, slowing when he hesitates. Pure agony wouldn’t come close to describing the restraint Choso is using to keep himself grounded.

Oh, how easy it would be for him to take you into his lap and fuck you senseless for being such a tease. To wrap his arms around your waist and bully you down onto his cock until you both gushed and mewed.

Truthfully, he was spurred on by your newfound dominance—each thump of his dick attesting to the ache and self-control he’s sustained over days of rigorous scheduling.

Tension had been building for weeks. Every encounter was filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. Brushing fingertips as you left in the morning. Sleepy hugs, that could’ve lasted longer, at the end of the day. The air was thick with a mix of desire and frustration as repressed affection hung heavy in the space between you. Every moment was a delicate balance of longing and limits.

You never considered taking matters into your own hands, literally.

Choso was so lost in the sauce that you thought it would be cruel.

But the way he folded under you like origami awakened something inside of you. Like fire to a flame, this newfound desire to take what you wanted was exhilarating. “Are you still with me, Cho-baby?”.

Choso has always been known for his exceptional memory. Whether it was recalling a complex molecular chain in the lab or remembering your favorite order at all the eateries in town, he never had any issues with recollection.

But now, he was sure he would forget his own name if you asked him. His short-circuiting brain grew increasingly useless against your skilled hands. “Hmph,” pulling your bottom lip with your teeth, “No?”

Grazing his mushroom tip turns his words to mush. His stringy pre-cum is a delicious lubricant for the circles you draw. "Mmm," you moan, imagining sucking it down your throat.

With a gentle press, it spills over your thumbs, soaking your hand and eliciting another stifled moan from Choso. You grin. It’s music to your ears and hell on your soaked panties, fueling a primal hunger that intensifies with every gasp and tremble.

Your throbbing cunt is an undeniable testament. Cursed with an insatiable need to be sopping and full.

It’s impossible for Choso not to arch into your hand, betraying his own body for more of your cunning touch—seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure only you can provide. Resisting was foolish—if you were a drug, Choso was an addict.

“Oh?” transfixing on his soft grind, “Does that feel good, Cho?” he blushes beet red, this time looking away, but you’re quick to bring him back, steadying his jaw between your fingers and instructing him not to move.

Fuck. He could cum just from the look on your pretty face towering over him, stern and seductive. “Answer me baby, use your words.”

His lungs feel cloudy as you wrap your hand around his length, his mouth falling open in tandem as you stroke up and down his length with ease, increasing pressure from the base to the tip as if trying to coax the words out of him. How you wish you could straddle him and do the same with your pussy—use the desk for leverage and ride him into oblivion until you milked him dry.

His breath matches the rhythm of your strokes in a needy way, sending waves of electricity from your chest to your toes. You can't help but press your breasts closer, cradling his head between your pillows like a second home. “Does. This. Feel. Good?”

He swallows, “s-so good… so. fucking. good,” it drags out of him.

It was a sultry vice grip, swallowing him with your stroke, stealing his breath. His last cling to sanity was his grasp on the seat of the chair, almost turning his knuckles pale white.

Despite being the giver and not the receiver, your own arousal equally intensifies with each desperate moan, shudder, and gasp that escapes his lips—the wetness between your thighs becomes almost unbearable. Every sound consumes rational thought, only leaving a craving for more.

Forgetting your impromptu questionnaire, you decide you’d like to see how long he can go like this, having been days since your last quickie in the kitchen, hips roughly pushed into the counter as he fucked into you. The sight of you reaching into the fridge, exposing your pretty panties, brought on the occasion. And suddenly you were very familiar with the cabinets as he spread you open for a taste. You wore the bruises for days like a badge of honor for taking him as long as you did.

But now, as you rolled your thumb over his supple slit, you were sure he could come undone in a matter of seconds.

He groans feeling you suddenly lick and nip at his earlobe, your devilish thoughts from earlier coming true. You kiss heat into him, twisting your hand up and down; he twitches with every pump, ears growing hot. "Aww baby," you purr, listening to the wet sloshes of your hand.

You bite the inside of your lip feeling your throbbing clit match the raging heartbeat in his dick. You'd slip your fingers into your soppy pussy and curl them until you came if they weren't so occupied with holding Choso's eyes on you. "You've been working so hard," you whine, "Are you gonna cum for me, Cho?" dipping down now and then to caress his balls, the squelching sounds battle for dominance over the serene Lofi beat. His only response being whimpers and a slight head nod lets you know that he’s close.

Your other hand slides down from his jaw to his throat, locking with a light squeeze. “Mmmph,” the restriction drives him closer, beginning to mindlessly pump himself into your hand. You squeeze at the base as if to milk him of all his worries. “I’m gonna…”

“You’re gonna what?” your pressure increases on his neck, matching the growing knot in his stomach. His face flushes, but you wait for his tell. He fucks into your hand, following a string of silent curses, when you see it, that familiar thigh twitch.

His mouth falls wide open, sucking in air, “F-fuck i-i'm cu-” you shove your tongue down his throat making sure he tastes you completely, stealing the air from his lungs as he cums. His hand entangles in your hair, the orgasm cracking like lightning through him as his seed spills over your fingers, shuddering from his hips down.

But you don't stop—continuing to pump, making sure to milk out every last drop. His pulsing dick provides a steady stream of hot spurts until his thrusts turn sloppy and his abs begin to ache. Your sloppy kiss silences his guttural moans until his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Finally, you pull away, a string of slick connecting your tongues, letting him breathe. The cool air soothes his heavy pants and heaving chest. You watch his spent face, his eyes following your fingers to your mouth as you lick them clean. The act stimulates his softening dick, adding a final spurt to the mess you’ve created on his lap.

You giggle, removing his glasses and setting them aside to plant a kiss on his forehead and blushing scar. A familiar ring chimes through the air. The sound you had become accustomed to on early mornings that started your day.

Hmm, he really was keeping up with the time, you think.

You lean down, smiling against his cheek, “Looks like your hour is up, babe.” You rub his surely sore neck and peck it.

His hand, still grasping your hair, catches you before you can pull away. Your eyes widened at the sudden shift. You gasp when he pulls you back, meeting his gaze as his lips curl into a sinful smile—watching his dick slowly thump back to life from the corner of your eye. He leans closer and whispers in your ear, his voice raspy and dry but very, very clear.

“Yours is just starting.”

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greatstormcat · 5 months

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Don’t Draw Attention

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x m!reader

TW: MDNI 18+, abuse of power, hand job, dubcon if you squint, just a hint of degradation

AN: another offering to those lovely male identifying readers who are left hungry

The first thing people had warned you in basic training was never draw attention to yourself, don’t make yourself a target for the Staff, or your life will be hell. You’d failed at this miserably so far. Currently you were stood, rigid and focused on a random point in the opposite wall while he chewed you out. Yet again. You had to focus on the wall because if you looked at him, you’d stop paying attention, again.

Lieutenant Riley had dragged you out of PT and into this empty office after you had somehow pissed him off. It was getting harder to tell what he did and didn’t want you to do. To be honest you found yourself staring at the masked man whenever he appeared on base, causing you to lose focus at the worst possible times, almost as if he were doing it on purpose now. Why had the universe been so cruel as to make your superior officer a walking, talking red flag, one that you couldn’t avoid being drawn to. Your last boyfriend…

“Are you even listening to me now?”

You blink, snapping out of your thoughts sharply, his voice a fraction of an inch from your ear and close enough that you feel the heat of his breath through the balaclava he is wearing. Fuck, he smelled good this close.

“Yessir,” you blurt out unconvincingly, schooling your face into a perfect blank and trying to shut down your thoughts. He’s so close, stooping slightly to place his face close to your ear. You’re by no means a small guy but Ghost… he’s a fucking unit, and the deadliest man in the SAS according to the rumors.

“You’re my little project from now on, Private,” he says, and you can hear the nasty grin in his voice. “You’ll get used to me watching your every step from here on in. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

With as much parade ground snap in your step as you can manage, you turn towards the door, but something happens when you go to step smartly forward. A booted ankle connects with your own, an arm wraps around your throat and the world turns on an unusual axis as you are pulled backwards off balance. Instincts flare, your training kicks in and you grab at the thick arm that pulls against your throat as you fall backwards, landing on a thick, warm slab of muscle on the ground.

Ghost hooks his legs around your shins, pinning them apart, and you're suddenly trapped against him on the ground looking up, effectively spread-eagle as you fight to hold his arm away from crushing your neck with both your hands.

“You got nothing but air in that head of yours. Eh, Private?” Ghost growls in your ear, voice deep and deadly, sending a trail of cold dripping down your spine. The sensation turns to fire, however, as it reaches your cock and it twitches, stirs in those loose PT shorts you’re wearing. The thin material does nothing to hide the shifting weight of your hard-on as it grows, and you know damn well that Ghost can see it as he looks down your body.

“Look at you,” he huffs, his tone a mixture of derision and contempt. “Already desperate.”

He places his free hand on your stomach as you struggle in his hold, fingers splayed as he runs his palm over your middle in lazy circles which still your movements, then up across your chest, and lifts it up before your face. You stare at the hand in confusion for a moment, not sure what to do.

“Bite,” he orders you, the cloth covered digits hovering infront of your lips. You gingerly push your face forward and nip at the fabric to anchor it while he pulls his hand out of the glove. “Good boy,” the bastard purrs and your eyes nearly roll back into your skull.

His hand moves back down across your torso, edging towards the waistband on your shorts, your breathing coming in rapid bursts as you feel him nearing your engorged cock. The muscles of your back ripple against his front, his warmth seeping into your skin, and an undeniable hardness pressing into you from his groin. With his thumb he tugs down the elasticated band roughly, cool air hitting the heated skin of your length instantly.

“Look at that,” Ghost murmurs almost proudly. “That because of me, is it?”

Your voice falters, face hotter than the furnaces of hell, and you manage a nod. All you want his to feel his skin on yours, it’s the only thought in your head at this moment, just please touch it you beg silently.

He teases the leaking tip with his bare knuckle, a strangled, gurgling groan ripping from your lips when he touches it.

“Settle down,” he warns. “Eyes on the door, Private. Someone could walk in here at any moment and see you getting jerked off by your Superior Officer. How would that go, d’ya think?”

Your eyes snap open towards the door, a startled breath rushing from your lungs, but your traitorous cock throbs, bouncing against your stomach. You hear his chuckle when he sees the tell-tale twitch, betraying just how fucking turned on you are by the situation and your utter lack of control. The Lieutenant wraps his hands around your length, and every muscle in your abdomen spasms at once, curling your hips into his hand, seeking his attention.

He moves his hand painfully slowly, your skin shifting smoothly with his, a deep sigh rolling from your chest. His hand never stills, but he experiments with his grip and speed, testing and exploring your reactions to find what makes you shudder and moan. All the time you’re pinned against him, if you forget to pull at his other arm you struggle to breath, his strength and control are beyond human almost.

He brings you close to the edge, and then changes his stroke, teasing you with release but always keeping it out of reach. You’re a shaking, gasping wreck as he strings out your pleasure, his harsh breathing constantly in your ear letting you know how much he is enjoying your torture. You’re sure his forearm must be bleeding under his sleeve from how hard your thick nails are biting into him, holding on for dear life while you try to drive your hips into his hand, chasing your pleasure.

Sweat covers your skin, fire pumping through your veins as he pumps your glistening cock in his meaty fist, squeezing your tip every time he passes over it. The tension builds to tightly now, abdominal muscles painfully tight. Your thighs shake and tremble uncontrollably, heels almost vibrating against the hard floor as he drives you insane with one hand, and you almost forget to breath.

“Sir…,” you grunt, barely able to form the syllable, “sir… need to…. gonna…..” you manage to say, terrified of what he’ll do if you come without him telling you to. You fight it back, muscles tight as you teeter on the precipice, the head of your cock throbbing and threatening to explode if you don’t get his command soon enough.

“Good boy, do it,” he spits into your ear and you bark a harsh cry as you orgasm. Hot, sticky spurts of cum shot forth over your stomach and his hand. Your muscles flex and your hips rock back against him, your backside grinding against the outline of his erection under you as he eases you down through the waves of electric ecstasy. His knuckles glisten, painted with your mess as he slows his stroking of your softening cock. With a satisfied grunt he lifts his hand, spreading his fingers open before you both and turning his hand slowly, as if admiring his work.

“Go and clean yerself up,” he tells you, releasing his hold around your neck and legs. You roll off of him quickly, head spinning slightly as you get to your knees and fix your shorts, silently cursing the jizz stain on your t-shirt. Almost shyly, you risk a glance at Ghost, looking at him propped up on his elbows casually as though he didn’t just gift you the best orgasm of your life. His erection strains at the front of his black combats, and for a moment you consider offering to repay him.

“Now, Private,” he snaps, shutting down what must have been painted clear as day on your face. You sprint to the door. Finding it locked, you fumble it open with trembling fingers and get the fuck out of there.

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braveclementine · 1 month

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October 21- Breath Play (Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus) ❤️

Warnings: 18+ readers only, breath play. . . and honestly that's really it. Some mentions of aftercare I suppose

Copyright: I do not own Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, or any other Black Butler characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"We won't hurt you." Claude promised, towering over you as Sebastian lounged on the bed behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see that the other demon looked rather bored, his amber eyes meeting yours, the corner of his mouth lifting into the slightest of smirks.

"I know." You murmured softly, unable to look Claude in the eye. "I know I just. . . the idea of not being able to breathe is scary. You guys don't need to breathe so what if you forget?"

Claude took your chin between his fingers, making you stare into his golden eyes. "Y/N. Do you really think we would forget something as precious as that?"

"No." You replied honestly.

"Good." Sebastian purred in your ear, making you jump seven feet in the air, crashing into Claude as you hadn't heard the other demon approach at all.

Claude shot Sebastian an annoyed look as he helped you steady yourself. "Really Sebastian? It's almost as though you want to prove yourself careless."

"I'm sorry kitten." Sebastian smirked, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it in apologies. "We truly will keep you safe however."

You let out a deep, shaky breath. "Okay."

Sebastians' eyes glimmered, "Excellent."

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You were kneeling on the bed, wearing black lingerie. Black had never been your favorite colour- you had thought it made you look rather pale and unflattering- but Sebastian and Claude loved seeing it on you. They made you feel beautiful, not the clothing that you wore for a few minutes before they tore it to shreds.

You took a deep breath, something you were doing every twenty seconds. Despite their reassurances and despite you knowing that they would never hurt you, especially with something as simple as breath play- you had done far more complex and dangerous kinks- you were still a little nervous.

Your worry that they would forget you needed to breathe was at the top of your list. An entity that didn't need to breathe, caught up in the moment, might perhaps forget that the one they were with did need air.

But, Claude was right. They were demons and they were not negligent in anything they did. You were safe.

Footsteps behind you alerted you that at least Claude was in the room. He had always attempted to act more human with you, or at least not scare you as badly as Sebastian did. Sebastian seemed to live simply to make sure you jumped at his every move.

Claude had taken his gloves off, showing you the tattoo on the back of his hands as he ran his hands across your body, before ripping the bra away, massaging your breasts immediately. He sucked and bit gently at your neck and you relaxed into him, moaning.

"Eyes open." Sebastian whispered, breath fanning across your face. Your body tensed, flinching a little into Claude who let out an annoyed noise, pulling away from your neck.

You opened your eyes to find the slightly younger demon smirking, hovering in front of you. He was completely naked, showing you a lithe, thin, fit figure. His amber eyes hypnotized you and you shook your head at him slightly.

"One of these days you're really going to give me a heart attack, you know that master?" You asked, sinking back into Claude.

"And then," Sebastian whispered, starting at your throat with his tongue, before slowly working his way down your body. "I'll consume your soul and make you my slave forever."

You whimpered as he reached your naval, which was somewhat ticklish. Claude made another annoyed noise. He loved you being human and hated when Sebastian talked about such things as consuming your soul or your death.

The relationship between the three of you was complicated. You liked both of them- loved them even though you'd never say so to their faces (Demons did not grasp the concept of love). And they were both fond of you. They couldn't stand each other though, only tolerating each others' presence because of you.

Sebastian ran his tongue back up your stomach, before latching onto your breast. Claude's hands gently caressed your shoulders, his lips against your back. Slowly, he slid one hand up to cup your throat.

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to apply pressure. But Claude simply kept his hand there, teasingly, while Sebastian continued to lick and suck your breasts. It wasn't until Sebastian moved lower, laying his tongue flat against your cunt, that Claude squeezed, not hard yet, but lightly.

"We're taking this slow." Claude murmured softly as Sebastian sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth scraping over the sensitive nub. "I want you to be comfortable first."

You didn't know if Sebastian was going to stick with that, but you trusted Claude on his word at the very least.

Sebastian looked up at you, his hands tight on your thighs. You could see his tongue as it came out, slowly licking you, teasing you. You let out another nervous breath.

Claude squeezed your throat now, fingers coming up, pinching your nose lightly and just like that, you couldn't breathe. It was a strange, almost panicky feeling. You wanted to immediately react, throw his hand off your nose, tap out and use your safe word. But you kept yourself from doing so and thought of the fuzzy feeling that you were having.

You suddenly felt as though the feelings of Sebastian licking you up were heightened. Your cunt was immediately flooding with liquids and you came hard on Sebastian's' tongue, though you previously hadn't been as close.

Claude released your mouth and nose, causing you to gasp dramatically for breath. Claude kept a tight hold on you as you struggled on your knees, still trying to come to terms with it.

"Do you want to keep going?" Claude demanded fiercely. He was very protective of you and this kink had not been his idea, but Sebastians'.

"Yes." You breathed out, gaining control of your breathing now. "It. . ." You were trying to figure out how to explain it and you couldn't, so you just said 'yes' again and left it at that. Claude surveyed you for another moment and then nodded.

Sebastian pulled you away from Claude, sprawling you out on your back on the bed. He lifted your hips, thrusting into you, making you moan. Sebastian's hand covered your nose and mouth, pressing down hard so that you couldn't breathe. Claude hovered nearby so that he could watch you and Sebastian.

It was such an overwhelming, light-headed feeling. He was fucking you harshly while you couldn't breathe. You couldn't even explain the feeling of your lungs fighting for air that you weren't and couldn't receive, while simultaneously feeling like your body was on fire in pleasure.

Your body jerked, needing air, but Sebastian only pressed tighter against your mouth and nose. Claude's eyes were flicking between the two of before Sebastian demanded "cum" and you came without even realizing that you were on the brink of release. His hand moved away immediately, air swooping down your lungs in huge gulps. The mixed relief in your lungs with the overwhelming pleasure your body was riding on seemed to lengthen your orgasm.

Claude had pulled you into his arms once more, this time so you were straddling him, sinking down on his cock. He pinched your nose first as you started to ride him, moving yourself up and down in rhythm to breathing through your mouth.

This was slightly more uncomfortable, since your breathing sounded heavy in your ears. Claude released your nose, letting you breath fully again, using his demon speed so that you were suddenly under him, legs pushed back so your knees were against your breasts.

"Oh~" You cried out, moaning a little, before Sebastian pinched your nose and covered your mouth again. Claude's hand tightened around your throat as he pistoned into you. This time, you barely even noticed you were unable to breathe, instead completely pliable between them as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

It took about twenty-five seconds before your lungs were screaming again, but this time you didn't pay any attention to it, white spots dancing in front of your eyes. Hands were off of you as you careened over the edge, lungs filled with air once more.

You realized you were fighting to stay conscious and slumped forwards into Claude's arms, finally noticing that he had pulled you into his arms, body still sunk down on his cock.

"There we go pet." Claude whispered softly, tapping your cheek lightly with a glass of water. The condensation trickling down your cheek to the corner of your lip. He tipped the glass at your mouth, which you sucked up greedily, draining the glass in ten seconds. "Hi." He whispered as you looked at him again.

You smiled a little and then became a little surprised, noticing the time on the wall. "Wow, I didn't realize so much time passed." You murmured, "It felt like everything happened within five minutes."

Claude nodded, stroking your cheek. "I'm just glad you didn't black out at all. I'm not sure I can do the play again. It. . ." He hesitated, looking for the right word, but then softly admitted, "scared me I suppose is the best fitting word. If you want to do it with Sebastian, I'll monitor, but I don't think I can cause you harm like that, regardless."

"That's okay." You said, kissing his cheek, before snuggling into his shoulder. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. But thank you for doing it tonight."

He gently stood up, letting his cock fall out of you, before dashing to the bathroom where a tub of heated water sat. "Go ahead and fall asleep kitten." Claude whispered softly. "I've got you."

You rested your head against the cool tiled wall behind you and did just that.

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enhastolemyheart · 1 year

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ℂ𝕌ℙ𝕀𝔻 — SIM JAEYUN

PAIRING | bsf!Jake x reader (fem implied)

GENRE | fluff, f2l

SYNOPSIS | This summer, you and your best friend Jake planned activities every Saturday. Being his turn, he picked archery, but it was actually his plan to do something you never expected.

WARNINGS | profanity, kissing, jake being a tease, playing a sport(?), proofread but lmk if any mistakes.

WORD COUNT | 1.5k+

A/N | hey everyone!! I decided to write a Jake fic cause I haven't written one yet. Also cause the latest ep Jake jus pulled at my heartstrings. I wanna say thank you so much for 50 followers!! Here's a little 'thank you' gift 🫶. Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!! Enjoy reading!!

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Because my y/n, we did what you wanted last Saturday, and now it is my turn." He briefly glances at you, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. He gets out and opens the door for you. After you get out, you both make your way to the field that Jake, your best friend, rented for 6 hours.

This summer, you both actually planned to do activities that interests the other person every Saturday. Last week you both baked which was your choice. You made brownies which actually came out good, and you had them while marathon-ing a thriller series.

And for this week, he decided to do something related to the great outdoors. He's not going to lie, he initially thought hiking would suffice his idea but you for one, are not a hiker. You mean, you wouldn't mind hiking but you're incompetent at the sport.

So he decided to take the easier route for you and chose archery. You were actually interested. You took archery classes for a few months before the pandemic. But you had forgotten everything you learned. And now you were nervous to play, 'cause Jake was exceptionally good at archery.

You both make your way to the storage area where the archery and other equipment is situated. It was spontaneously windy and gloomy today. And the wind, as expected, is very cold. You fold your palms in front of you and try to blow some air into it. He looks at you before snickering, "cold?"

You hum and Jake shakes his head with a stern playful face on, "I told you that you should always wear gloves. We don't want your hands to freeze to death, do we? Whose hands am I going to hold if that happens hmm?" You mutter whatever under your breath despite your cheek feeling very hot, if he notices you were going to simply blame it on the strong weather. He scoffs before taking your hands in his, fingers interlaced, swinging it slightly between you both. You get the equipment needed like the bows and arrows (of course) stands for the target boards and then said targets.

You request to do a practice round first and your best friend obliges. When you see him shoot, you couldn't help but admire the way he focuses and plays the sport. His standee was jus like a professional, hands having a firm grip on the bow and arrow, elbow stiff and locked. You couldn't help but look at him in awe when he scores a 9. You also don't fail to notice the smug smirk plastered on his face, tongue sticking out just a bit. He punches the air before turning to you.

"Why don't you try now y/n?"

You give him a small nod before taking his position facing towards the target in the right stance. When you try and shoot, the power wasn't strong enough and the arrow only flies a few metres away from you. You place you head in your hands at the embarrassment, ear most likely tinted. He just giggle giddy-ly before coming closer to you, "let me help you, you're not shooting the right way."

He drops his bow on the ground before stepping behind you. "May I touch you, y/n?" Goosebumps run throughout your body. His voice was very close to your ears, indicating that he is standing very very close to you. You give him the green light and he plants his hands on the sides of your waist before twisting it gently to the right position, doing the same with your footing. You tells you aim the arrow at the target, pulling the string and keeping it there. He then adjusts your elbow. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingertips on your skin, feeling it's burning everywhere he touches.

After your position is set, you shoot and score a 7. Not bad for a beginner right? Jake immediately smiles even wider before giving you a high five. You giggle at him getting so hyped over you. You place a bet on whoever loses has to pay for dinner next time you have it together.

Time passes and you guys play head to head. Jake ends up ultimately winning, not that it surprised but it did In a way. You could just watch him play archery all day and all night.

He runs away from the target, punching the air in victory. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, his competitive spirit showing. He runs to you and flicks your forehead, causing you to growl at him, "you are buying me korean BBQ next time." His face defines the definition of smirks and smugness and it's just everywhere you don't know how to escape it.

"I'm tired Jake, let's lay on the grass." He agrees with a smile. You make your way to the centre of the field, laying side by side on your backs. Jake has one hand under his head for support and the other resting on his side. You have both hands interlaced and placed on your tummy.

You stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Your mind keeps going to the thought of how your life would be if Jake was yours. How you wake up next to him every morning and sleep next to him every night. How cooking together would feel like, focusing on making the food right but still goofing around. How shopping with him will be, being a fashionable ace, you know that whatever outfit he picks for you would make you feel very pretty and confident. You desire to do all the domestic things with him. How kissing him would feel, considering he somehow symbolises the looks of Adonis, the way he can simply make your ears burn and heart flutter within a millisecond. He knows the effect he has on you and he uses it to his advantage, unbeknown to you.

"You know I have to tell you something." Jake breaks the silence. You turn to your side facing him propping on your elbow "oh yeah? What is it?"

He reciprocates your posture before clearing his throat, "Whatever I'm about to tell you right now is something that I've been thinking about for a long time. And a long time being since freshman year.

Y/n, I like you. I like you alot. The way you light up at the smallest things that excite you. The way your eyes glisten when you talk about something you're passionate about," He takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "When we were playing truth or dare with a bunch of random ass people and you picked truth one time, you talked about how a perfect confession would go. You said that when you get confessed, it would should be just you and the person. And that he should take his time ranting about why they want you and why a relationship would be a good choice.

I kept thinking about that little moment ever since it happened, and it icked me to confess to you sooner and I wish I did; but the fear of losing you even as a friend scared me," He leans in closer to your face, "I want you y/n. I want you to be there with me when I wake and sleep, cook with, learn together, to grow together, only you and me. Me and you. You're my favourite person y/n, I love you my y/n not just 'like', please my y/n, will be my girlfriend?"

Tears prickle your eyes as you watch him finish something he wanted to say to you for a LONG time now. Jake gets scared at tour lack of your response and he starts to panic, "Of course y/n, you don't have to say yes, or take how much time you want before you decide to answer. I will understand if you don't even want be friends after this but please know that—"

You were too impatient as he kept rambling on and pulled him for a kiss. He freezes before you but then when his mind alerts him that you are kissing him, he immediately closes his eyes but the second he is able to kiss back, you pull away. "I love you too, you idiot. What took you so long, hmm?" You swat at his chest and he just chuckles, swooping in to kiss you. You put a hand on the side of his neck and his slides to the side of your waist, pulling you in even closer as if the proximity right now isn't enough.

"Fuck y/n I love you so fucking much." He says as he pulls away, lips still lingering. You giggle and tell him that you love him too. It was like he was his own cupid to your heart, archery being the arrows. He leans is gives another peck, causing to smile brightly, resulting in him smiling like you do.

"Round two of archery?" You question as you sit up and look at him. He just looks like a happy puppy when you state the offer.

"Hell yeah! Get ready to lose my y/n!"

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Coming over to worshipper Eddie's after a bad day, and asking him for help fixing your car. "Eddie knows cars, he can help, right?" Is your thought process. Meanwhile, Eddie is just over the moon to help you.

(cws: worshipper!eddie, f!angelface, fluff, mutual pining, a bit of crying and panicky protective eddie)

"Eddie, I need help."

Your sniffles destroy him in a matter of seconds. Your timid voice coming through the crackly receiver is the last thing he expected to hear tonight, so late that he'd finally started thinking about taking a shower before he crawled into bed. But now he's alert, awake, and begging to know what's wrong and how he can make whatever problem you have go away.

"My car broke down. I'm–I'm down near the highway, by the first backroad off the turn. It's really dark, I…I'm scared, Eddie."

He has to breathe. And he has to remember that he can't teleport, even though every fibre of his being wishes that he could, so he could appear in front of you this very second and reassure you that everything's okay. But since he can't, he cuts out every unnecessary second by squeezing out of you the name of the gas station whose phone booth you're using, and rushing through his spiel–"I'm coming right now don't move stay inside I'm coming I promise" and waiting only until you're calm enough to hang up before he's sprinting and scrambling for the necessities, his keys and wallet and jacket, and doubling back to nearly crash into his desk as he yanks the handle of his toolbox out from underneath it and makes a break for the van.

You're not far, but he peels out of the driveway and kicks up a flurry of gravel anyways, tires squealing as he swings around and throws it into gear so fast the van hits the air as he skids out on to the road. He couldn't be less fucked about a speeding ticket or a reckless driving lawsuit, he needs to get to you and he needs to save his princess.

The first time he actually can take a breath is when he passes by what he knows is your car on the side of the road, headlights out and seats empty. But even so, it's been at least five or ten minutes since he left his phone dangling off the receiver back home, and he won't relax until he sees you as he's pulling up to the well-lit gas station not far from where you'd stopped. While it's barely any time for him, every inch of that space between those two places hurts him, it hurts him to think of every step you took with the cornfields on one side and nothing but forest on the other, cold and alone and scared. It makes him never want to leave you by yourself again, but if nothing else, at least he takes comfort in the fact that he was the first person you thought to call. And when you come running up from the curb outside of the station, and he finally brakes to a stop to roll down his window, Eddie could just kiss that sweet mouth of yours that bears a chill from standing in the night air. You wear your relief so clearly on your face, and oh, how he couldn't be happier to see your skin warm against the breeze and alive.

"Are you okay? Get in! Get in, get warm," Your hands clasped over his feel so good, glorious, but the coolness of each of them worries him and he sucks in a breath when you nod and hurry around the front of the car, and he reaches across the console to open the side door for you and watch as you climb in. "Why were you outside? It's so cold–you don't have gloves!" He exclaims as if the realization just hit him, and as you pull the door shut and buckle yourself in, he pats around the console and glovebox before finally producing an old, holey pair of mitts from his jacket pockets and placing them in your lap.

"I…I used up my change for the phone, so the clerk wouldn't let me stand inside. I wasn't buying gas either, so-" He can tell by the shivers and shaking of your teeth that you've been out there longer than you should've. Way longer.

"You don't let a girl stand outside in the dark at night! That's so fucked!" Some kind of deep, unsettling fury rises up in him as he swivels his head and turns to glare at the unsuspecting station attendant through the clear glass windows, fingers braced around the handle as he clicks open the lock to get out-

"No, no, Eddie! Please," You grab his arm though, and he freezes, eyes totally softened as he looks back over his shoulder and slowly slides back down into his seat. You let out a breath of relief when he shuts the door again, and yet you still don't let him go and somehow move even closer into him. "It's okay. Please don't go. I-I don't wanna go back, don't leave me, please?"

It takes an embarrassingly long minute for Eddie to recover from the way you look into his eyes. The sweet, longing warmth that runs right through him at the sight of your pretty face, the desperation in your touch as you squeeze him and silently whimper for him not to abandon you. How could he? He would never do that to you.

"I…yeah, of course, sweetheart. Yeah. Let's just go get your ride looked at, kay?" With a nod from you the air settles, and he can bring himself to shoot a smile your way as he puts the car in gear. In the meanwhile, you delicately pluck the pathetic pair of mitts off your lap and slip them on each hand, sweetly thanking him over the rumble of the engine as he pulls out and starts puttering down the road towards the spot you had pulled over on.

"Thank you, Eddie. I owe you…just, the world. The world. You mean so much to me." A stifled chuckle erupts from him then, only thinly masking the deep and intense desire that bubbles up inside him in that moment to blurt out how much he loves you. He couldn't, not now, not when you might feel as though you owe him something more because you don't. He owes his life and every ounce of happiness he has to you–but he just smiles to himself, and glances over at you when he has the chance.

"I'd do anything for you sweetheart, I promise. Anything."

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xxsycamore · 7 months

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Hello! Can you do day 2 with Dante x female reader? ❤️ so happy to see piofiore! Thanks!

a/n: So sorry for the long wait! From the moment I got this request I knew i'd love every second of writing it, and I was right...hope you enjoy! ❤❤❤

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐃𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

↬ 🤍 Dante gifts you something very special to wear behind closed doors tonight.

Dante Falzone x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Lingerie; Strip Tease; Glove Kink; Pet Names; Dirty Talk; Naked Female Clothed Male; Light Dom/sub • wordcount: 1,248 • masterlist

• Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that’s right, last year’s one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY2: SEXY LINGERIE

Stepping into the luxuriously furnished room, you see the silhouette of a man - your capo, unmistakably - standing tall with his back to you. The room is dimly lit, submerged in shadows cast by just a few candles. Dante finishes lighting the last one before turning to the gramophone instead.

He adjusts the needle carefully and soon the air fills with the sultry sounds of jazz, just a little above a whisper. It's only then that Dante grants you his attention.

"I've been waiting for you."

You feel the need to summon a little extra courage as you take another step, your high heels clacking against the glossy flooring in time with the notes. At last, Dante sits on his armchair, facing you.

Hoping the small breath you take is unnoticeable even for the observant man in front of you, you begin to open your coat.

Dante's fingers are drumming against the chair's armrest while he watches you.

"Take your time. Don't rush it."

You bite on your bottom lip, acknowledging his wish even if it makes the blood rush to your face and make it oh so hot. You do as told, keeping eye contact as those piercing blue eyes follow your every move. In the middle of one of your alluring moves, just as you're with your back to the capo, you begin to shrug off the coat.

Candlelight licks your bare shoulders and back, and you admire the long flickering shadows at your feet for a second before turning around to Dante. Your coat hangs low now, and with a swift, well-timed maneuver of your hips and your hands, it falls off completely.

Dante remains still, his humming just barely audible yet still able to be picked over the low music.

He motions with his glove-clad hand, spin around.

Air trapped in your lungs, you put yourself on display for him, showing off exactly what he wanted to see since you first stepped foot in this room.

No, earlier than that, when he put that present box in your room, along with the handwritten note that instructs to wear the box's contains under an overcoat and come visit him alone when night falls.

No, it has to be much, much earlier, when he first got his hands on this expensive white silky underwear, likely imported from abroad. You wondered what Dante thought when he bought it for you. Did he plan it all ahead in his mind, to this very moment? What about after the curtain falls on this little striptease show? Did he dream of fucking you in this underwear?

"Are you enjoying my little gift, dolcezza?"

"I do, Dante. The fabric feels nice on my skin and… I can feel your love when I wear it."

Dante raises a brow, tapping the armrest two or three more times irregularly before changing his position so now his chin is propped up on his arm instead. "Can you? So I suppose you don't need me to touch you, then."

The breath hitches in your throat, mouth drying as Dante speaks these words so naturally. Him, who you've known for his gentle love, the kindness locked under the surface of a ruthless, stoic mafia boss - now rendered almost cruel by lust, his gaze darkened by it. Being able to deprive you of his love like that, it reminds you of who exactly occupies the seat in front of you. A dangerous, powerful man.

"I need it." You wet your lips, pleading Dante with your eyes, deepening it with a whisper: "Please."

Dante tips his chin upwards just a little bit, and the warm orange and yellow light puts a hint of mercy in his icy irises. He gestures with his hand once again - this time he tells you to come closer.

You approach him, wavering for a mere second when posed with the chance to occupy his lap, but meeting no sighs of this being a misunderstanding on your part, and you oblige, afraid of making him wait.

Dante's lap is warm, and you're so very naked compared to him, it makes you shiver whole. His gloved hands ghost touches over your flushed skin, but don't touch you directly just yet - Dante captures your chin between two slender fingers to direct his next order.

"Baciami."

He wants you to kiss him, and he doesn't need to ask twice; as soon as you're given the chance, you plant a passionate kiss on the lips of your capo, licking them to savor the taste like the whipped cream of a maritozzo, going in for the best part instead of eating him up properly. Dante makes a sound resembling a tiny laughter when he notices your naughtiness, but lets you be.

In a flash, he grasps both your wrists and holds them together roughly behind your back.

He puts his other glove-clad hand in front of your cute, perplexed face.

"Take it off."

Without the use of your hands, your mind has to come up with a more creative method, and quickly. You already know how Dante wants it to be done anyway.

Forcing yourself to be steady despite your unsteady heartbeat, you lean in ever so slowly, teeth finding purchase into the very tips of his gloved fingers - and you tug, gently. Gradually, the fabric comes off.

"Brava ragazza."

Dante's praise is sweet as honey, as he knows how to make you mewl without even touching you. The echo of him calling you a good girl still swirls through your hazy mind as Dante pulls off his other glove himself in a rush, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He makes sure you're paying attention as he continues to hold your wrists with one hand, snaking the other one up your belly and chest, fondling your silk-covered breasts.

You moan softly, seeing him enjoy your lingerie and tease you at the same time. He slips his fingers under the thin fabric, gropes around, grazes your nipples through the cloth to make them hard like small diamonds. His next target is your burning heat, as he unceremoniously slides his calloused fingers inside your panties.

He finds you soaked and hot for him, your thighs trembling slightly as you readjust your position in his lap to urge him to touch you more firmly. Dante is good with you, he starts rubbing your clit right away - sparks of pleasure rock through your body, and his generosity soon morphs into merciless, continuous toying that makes a moaning mess out of you.

"Come on my fingers."

Gasping between moans of his name, you're surprised to discover it would be that easy - but your mind is free from any thoughts unrelated to the building culmination that your body demands. Rocking on Dante's hand, you trust him to hold you upright in your restrained position as you tip over the edge.

Dante kisses your nape as a voiceless praise. You take it a step further, daring and impatient even if you're yet to catch your breath, and you kiss him straight on the lips. The moment he releases your wrists, you reach for the clasp of your bra.

"No. We're leaving this on." Dante's warm hand bashes yours away, the other rubbing the front of your panties, making the wetness of your recent orgasm stain them further until they're completely soaked. "This here, too. I'm yet to get my fill of the pretty sight you make, my bella. Won't you indulge me for a little longer?"

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gooseloverfiction · 5 months

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Maintenance

Ken x Afab!Reader

NSFW, 18+

Wordcount: 1459

Summary: Some new additions needs maintenance...

Content warning: some fluff, masturbation (male)

You looked at the pad and the house in front of you. You checked off the rooms, the external condition of the house and the yard. Everything looked fine.

You moved on to inventorying furniture, clothes and accessories.

Considering Barbie lived for few decades and fashions changed... even faster, it was going to be a long day.

The kitchen took you about 5 minutes. Luckily all the Barbies and Kens were on the beach. No one will disturb you or engage in small talk ending in full-blown discussion about the Real World.

At least that's what you thought.

Ken was sitting on the couch in the living room, leaning against a pillar, which is why you hadn't seen him before. He was reading a book about horses. But didn't look like he was paying attention to it, constantly shifting in his seat.

“Ken?”

He stood up quickly and looked at you in surprise.

"Who are you? A new Barbie?” the man…you mean the doll, you reminded yourself, was as surprised as you.

“No, I work for Mattel. I'm checking out the Dream House for a new doll.”

Ken lifted his head and stared at you with his blue, sparkling eyes. Only now did you notice his rosy cheeks.

“You're from Mattel?!” he cried, his voice full of hope. "Can you help me?! Sublime!"

“Uh, sure, I can help you, but I need to do this inventory first.”

“Inven…what?” Ken tried to pronounce the new word, but eventually gave up. You looked at him discreetly, 'checking' the furniture in the living room on the pad.

The doll was wearing his new lightning bolt tracksuit and a leather vest with fringes. He used a fingerless gloved hand to straighten the falling fringe of his platinum hair on his bandana. You wouldn't admit it at work, but he looked great in those clothes. They gave him his own, individual look. He was no longer just an accessory for Barbie.

Seeing his still questioning look, you showed him the clipboard. He stood towering over you and began to read aloud.

“Oh. So you check if everything is there? I didn't take anything.” Ken raised his hands in a defensive gesture he had learned from being arrested twice in the Real World.

You smiled at him and patted his back. His muscles were rock hard.

The poor guy was tense as if he was about to explode.

“I’ll help you, then you will help me faster, right?” His tone was almost pleading. What was so important that he needed a human?

However, you agreed and with Ken behind you, you went upstairs. The wardrobe and dressing table will take the most time. But when you were looking through the first bunch of clothes, you felt that Ken's help would be indispensable. He knew every garment, line and name of the limited editions.

You quickly went through the wardrobe and stood in front of the display where outfits for a given occasion or day were displayed. You took note of everything that was visible, feeling Ken's breath on your neck. Strange... The dolls didn't breathe. And certainly not with hot air. You turned to him to ask about it and saw his rosy cheeks and neck. He grabbed your arms desperately and you felt yourself shaking.

"Everything's all right?" you asked, seeing how his lower abdominal muscles tighten. You opened your mouth unconsciously, seeing the impressive size of the tent in his sweatpants. Oh my… The dolls had no genitalia.

“Okay, let's go to the bedroom, you need to sit down," you took charge and went there first.

Ken looked miserable when he showed up on the floor. You gestured to the open clamshell bed, placing pillows behind his back. He needed to relax. Or… No, you didn't even think about that. And how are you supposed to teach a man (a doll) what to do?

“Let's try this…close your eyes and think about something disgusting,” you suggested, knowing it would be a long ordeal. Ken must have been in this shit hole situation for a while.

He listened to you and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, but he didn't even budge in his pants.

“Argh, I can't! I don't know what could be disgusting, all my thoughts are nice!” Ken groaned, looking reproachfully at his crotch. The pink on his cheeks began to turn into a redder shade and spread to the rest of his face.

“Okay, let's try something else…” you couldn't watch him suffer. You knew perfectly well what it was like to feel frustrated when you wanted to feel good so much and you couldn't. And he didn't even know about this possible pleasure. Something had caused him to start turning into a human and now he sat there with a raging boner. You were responsible for the maintenance of this part of Barbieland, so technically showing Ken how to please himself was... your job?

You sat on the edge of the bed and took one of his large hands, guiding it to his crotch and still keeping your hand on his, you pressed down on his cock and moved your hands up and down. Ken let out a guttural moan, so deep and shuddering, you thought he was going to cum. He looked straight at you. Something in his blue eyes made your breath catch in your throat. By force of will, you removed your hand from him and placed it on the zipper of your jeans.

“Move your hand up and down like this,” you pointed and Ken obeyed. After a while, his moans echoed around the area, but it didn't last long. When he looked at you in frustration, you knew you couldn't avoid this…

“It doesn't do anything, I'm so hot, and I feel… I feel…” Ken couldn't say what he felt. He wasn't sure, he had ever felt this before in his life.

“I know, Ken. Okay. Pull out… This,” you finished, your voice a little too rough. You cleared your throat and pointed to his hands gripping his cock.

Ken quickly pulled down the waistband of his pants and freed himself from the material. Of course he had no underwear. And he must have looked so amazing. Involuntarily, you felt warmth spreading between your thighs. Pull yourself together, girl!

“Are these… Ge-genitals?” the man looked at himself in surprise, stroking the delicate skin along his entire length, reaching to the head. When his fingers ran over the frenulum, he shuddered and a large drop of precum appeared on the tip.

"Yes. Men have a penis, women have a vagina,” you explained. Since you were already teaching him how to masturbate, he could learn the basics of anatomy.

Ken's eyes became as big as saucers. “So you have something else? Barbie has…”

“The vagina, yes. Because we are women,” you finished.

“Oh… Ooooh,” Ken moaned, touching himself more confidently now, instinctively using the wetness coming out of him to lessen the unpleasant friction. The leather of his gloves creaked as he clasped one hand around the base and moved the other up and down. He threw his head back, resting on the pillow, and panted faster and faster.

“Oh my... What is happening to me...?! Hahm… I… I can't… I feel so hot. I can’t hold it,” he groaned, looking at his hands and cock, and you felt how hot he was actually getting. Or at least you shared his feelings, knowing damn well that this sight would never be forgotten in your memory.

Ken's hands grabbed himself as he twitched and shot his cum high. You saw perfectly well how his body was torn by orgasm. It must have been intense.

After a while, Ken went limp all over, panting and looking at the mess he had made around him.

“It was… So…” he started, but you quickly cut him off.

"Do you feel better?"

Ken nodded lazily. With a sigh, you pulled out the pack of wet wipes you carried in your carry-on bag and handed a few to the man. He took the wet cloth from you and wiped his hands, sculpted stomach and chest. He handed you the ball of tissues and you grabbed it between two fingers and put it in a ziplock bag. You're lucky you had it all with you. And others often laughed at you for this.

“Ok, put it back…” you pointed to his still slightly swollen member and Ken lifted his pants, hiding his new addition.

“I have to finish my inspection… Umm, maybe you can get some rest…” you started, but a soft snore interrupted your words. You smiled slightly to yourself and checked the bed off your list.

#ryan gosling #Ken #barbie the movie #x reader #ken x reader

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doll-for-you-11 · 29 days

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Its dark. I don't know where I am or how I got here. Its cold. The only thing I can see is a little red light far away. I think I'm naked but I cant move my arms to tell for sure. Something is holding them behind my back. My legs are burning. How long have I been on my knees? Why do my nipples hurt? Is there something hanging off of them? Theres something dripping down my thighs. Am I wet? Everything feels so strange, the air feels thick, my mind is fuzzy.

I gasp. Something cold runs across my stomach. I can hear breathing. Someone is here, but I cant see. Now its running across my face. It feels like leather. Suddenly it slaps against my ass. I try to yelp but something is shoved down my throat. I gag. It tastes like rubber. I feel straps tightening around my face, holding it in my mouth. Its some kind of gag.

Its quiet again. All I can hear is my own ragged breathing. Each breath pulls on whatever is hanging from my nipples. It starts to hurt as my feeling comes back from whatever I was drugged with. Then white pain shoots through me. Gloved hands grip my tits harder than I thought possible. The metal clamps digging in as they grope me.

The hands move down, tugging on what I assume are the chains hanging from the clamps. I hear a low chuckle before a harsh slap hits my face.

My ears are ringing. I see a flash of light. The flick of a lighter. A can make out the silhouette of a large figure standing over me. He flicks the lighter a few more times. Walking around me. I hear a noise behind me. The lighter flashes again but the light stays this time. I see the shadow of the flame flickering. Moving closer to me from behind before i jump. A sudden burning hits the top of my tits. Just as the burning fades, it hits again, lower this time. Just above my already sore nipples.

He kneels in front of me. Close enough for me to make out the mask he's wearing. Black leather gloves holding a long red candle making me watch as the wax slowly drips before hitting my sensitive skin. Each wimper makes him chuckle as he continues until the candle is almost burnt out.

I can feel the hardened wax covering my chest and stomach where its dripped down. I shudder as he lowers a hand to the floor between my thighs. He brings his hand up again to whats left of the candle light where we can both see the wetness dripping between his fingers.

"So desperate" he says. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he blows out the candle leaving us in pitch black again. I feel him stand. A heavy boot brushes against my thigh. I feel a hand on my shoulder pushing me down until my thighs are spread and I feel leather on my dripping cunt. All he says is "grind slut".

I freeze. I can't possibly do something so degrading. But he grips my hair, a hand circling my throat. His hot breath on my ear. "I said, grind". He speaks calmly but his hand tightens on my neck threateningly.

I slowly slide my hips back and forth. Whimpering as I try not to gag on what I assume to be a dildo still down my throat. My hips jolt as my clit brushes the toe of his boot. Im so wet my cunt slides easily on the polished leather. "Faster". I do as I'm told. His hand loosening on my throat. I press down, grinding my hips. Suprised and disgusted by how good it feels.

I find the place that my clit gets the most pressure and begin circling my hips. For a moment I forget my situation and moan around the dildo before being snapped back to reality by a harsh tug to my hair. "Are you actually enjoying this? What a disgusting whore".

Its the most words I've heard him speak. I whimper again at his words, still moving my hips as he pulls his foot away.

"You've made a mess slut. Clean it up" I don't have time to question how before he presses my face to the floor. His shoe pressed to my lips. I start to lick my own juices off his shoe. When he's satisfied he pulls his foot away.

"Tell me what you want" I dont understand what he's asking and try to ask through my gag. "Don't play dumb you stupid cunt. You dont get that messy and wet unless you want cock. Now beg for it." My eyes have adjusted enough to be able to see his silhouette again. I shake my head only to earn another harsh slap.

My head spinning I try to speak, but the gag makes me sound like a pathetic mess. He laughs as I attempt to do as I'm told. He says he cant understand and slaps me again. This time I fall and he straddles me. Both hands circling my throat as he begins to choke me. My eyes widen in panic as I try to beg but the gag makes it impossible to make proper words.

As tears fall, I feel his hands loosen. They reach behind me. Flipping me onto my stomach, still underneath him as he removes the gag. Pressed face down he leans close to me again. "Enough playing around. Im going to flip you over, you are going to get back on your knees and you are going to beg me for my cock in every hole. Understand?". Shaking with tears pouring down my face I reply "yes sir". Its muffled by the concrete he's pressing me into but he must be satisfied because he stands, aggressively pulling me up by my hair and dragging me accross the room towards the red light. Until I can make out that its a camera.

My stomach sinks as I realize ive been being filmed this entire time. "Do as you were told bitch, or the camera will be the least of your problems".

Crying I stumble over my words as I try to speak. "Please" i mumble quietly. "Please what slut" he growls, getting more impatient. "Please...please fuck me..." i cry. I look up at him and see him step closer so I quickly continue. "Please ruin my slutty holes. Im such a desperate slut. My pussy is dripping with my want to be used by your cock." I cry as I speak. Tears running down my face onto my wax covered tits.

"Keep going, Ill stop you when Ive had enough". I shiver but continue. "Please let me feel your cock in my tight ass. Tear me apart and Ill thank you when you've decided youre done with me. Let me choke on your cock. I want to taste your cum. I want to feel it coating every inch of my body. Pouring out of every hole. I want to lick it off the floor and beg you to stuff more and more of it up my ass"

Im still crying as I continue to humiliate myself, I can hear him laughing under his mask. "Please use me as your personal fuck doll. Fuck me so hard I black out and then keep using me. Im a set of holes for you to enjoy. Im a cum dump for you to abuse. Please let me serve you, I want to be..." im cut off as he pulls me close by the nipple clamps making me scream.

He drags me up to standing by my hair before throwing me to the ground. My hands still bound behind my back. He pulls the camcorder off the stand as he presses a knee into my back forcing me down as he pulls my hips up filming what he's about to do. His hand grips my hair pulling my head up as he leans down growling my ear.

"The only hole you have thats worth fucking is this tight virgin asshole. You dont deserve the pleasure of my cock in your whore cunt, and I wouldn't dare put my cock in the same mouth that cleans my shoes"

With that he rams his cock balls deep into my ass. I try to scream but the pain shocks me to silence. He presses my face into the ground as he rails into my ass as rough and fast as he can. My tits and face scrape against the ground, but he doesn't care how much pain Im in. All that matters is him filling my ass with his hot cum.

He fucks into me at an animalistic pace until he finally presses in as deep as he can grunting as I feel hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside me. My body tenses as he holds himself inside me, panting as he leans down a final time. "Little bitches like you only deserve to be used if it hurts, and you're such a little whore that you probably liked it anyway. Look at the camera and say thank you."

My eyes are clouded with exhaustion as I look up into the camera he's holding in my face. I groan at the feeling of his cock still in my ass and I know he's right. I did enjoy it. I speak slowly. "Thank you for using me" he wrenches my hair up again. "You call me Sir, and you thank them for watching. Do it properly cunt".

I whimper again. "Thank you for using me Sir. And thank you all for watching me be broken in like a proper fuck toy". He lets go as my head falls back to the ground and films a close up as he pulls out of my ass, his cum leaking out after it. He grabs the dildo gag from earlier and shoves it up my ass. "There, make sure you hold that up your ass and feel how disgusting you are".

I hear him set up the camcorder on the stand again before walking away. I'm left in this dark room being recorded. Covered in wax, tears and spit. My hands bound behind my back and dildo up my ass. And I shudder at the knowledge that he'll be back. But more so at the fact that no matter how much I want it. I'll never be allowed to feel his cock in my slutty little rape hole cunt.

#free use slvt #r@pe fantasy #cnc free use #dumb slvt #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #bd/sm slave #rough cnc #k!nky thoughts #cnc kidnapping

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berryhobii · 5 months

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i’ve been really into street racing.

hobi is reader’s boyfriend and he takes us out to the track one night to be the count down girl.

maybe you can have him go up against one of the other boys. maybe one of them tries to taunt hobi by flirting with us.

you can decide whether he wins or not but either way he gets some lovin’. also you can dictate if it’s just a kiss, heavy petting, or full blown smut.

i’m not super picky; i just wanna see some rivalry and fast cars😭

Hi! Thanks for your request! I don’t know much about cars or street racing outside of movies so I don’t know how accurate most of this is but I did my best! I really hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think! Much love🩵🩵

The summer air was surprisingly cool against your brown skin. The sun had disappeared hours ago, making way for the beaming light of the moon to illuminate the dark overpass.

Everyone was off in their own worlds, beers and wine coolers being tossed back and discarded on the concrete, joining multiple cigarette butts and condom wrappers.

Pulling your compact mirror out of your purse, you double checked your carefully done makeup. Hot damn, you looked fine as hell. This was a special night. It was only appropriate that you looked your best.

“Princess.”

Snapping your mirror closed, you were met with the panty dropping image of your boyfriend in all his leather clad glory—leather jacket, fingerless gloves, even a pair of leather pants that made his bulge look particularly delicious. This outfit alone deserved a blowjob. Good thing you sprang for smear proof lipstick.

As if he could read your mind, he snapped his fingers to get your attention, your eyes reluctantly lifting to meet his. “My eyes are up here, princess.”

You smirked, reaching out to hook a finger in his belt loops to pull him closer. You leaned your head back to stare alluringly into his own, your cat like lashes fluttering. “Well my eyes are down there so I guess we’re at an impasse.”

He rolled his eyes at your vulgarity but you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at you, his own smirk tugging at his lips.

He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking over your plump bottom lip. At the movement, your mouth wrapped around the digit, giving it a light suck. He could feel his own cock jump at the sight but he couldn’t let himself get horny here. Not now. No matter how tempting you were.

“Aish, you’re impossible. Save it until after the race.” He sighed but not before pressing hard on your tongue making you gag a little. That tiny display of dominance went right to your cunt, the thin panties you were wearing already soaked through.

“I’ve been saving it since we left the house.” You purred, your index finger trailing along his bulge through his pants. He shivered and cursed under his breath. You were dangerous—very very dangerous.

“Hey Jung! Maybe you should be more worried about blowing the race instead of getting blown by your girl!” The deep voice of Kim Taehyung called from the other side of the overpass. Laughter reigned from his posse, his hooded eyes sparkling with mirth at calling out his rival.

Your eyes glanced from them back to Hoseok who was already glaring at the man he would be competing against tonight. No one got under Hoseok’s skin like Taehyung did, that smug bastard was still riding the high of winning the last race which left them tied.

Tonight, Hoseok would wipe that cocky smirk right off that rich boy’s face.

“Hey baby, why don’t you come over here with a real winner? I’ll show you a good time.” He whistled at you, eyes locked in a fierce battle with Hoseok. He was taunting him, loud and clear in front of everybody. Hoseok didn’t mind a little trash talk but he drew the line when people disrespected you.

You knew Hoseok better than anyone and you could tell by his face that he was reaching his breaking point.

Standing from the hood of his car, you brought your hand to his cheek to turn his face to you. “Hoseok, baby.”

That fire was burning in this eyes, that unflappable spirit and unwavering confidence that you fell in love with spreading like liquid fire through his veins.

“You get out there and win. I want to rub that bastard’s face in it.”

The sneer on his lip was gone, replaced by a wolfish grin, one that told you he was ready to go.

Gripping your ass over your mini skirt and giving it a hard squeeze, he pulled you closer to his body, the heat radiating from him sinking into your bones.

“I will, princess. Then I’ll come back and fuck you on the hood of this car.”

You smiled, poking his nose with your finger. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Soon enough, the atmosphere had changed from a casual hangout to electric chaos, nerves buzzing and the crowd practically bursting with anticipation.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel of his car, looking over through his passenger window to Hoseok who was staring ahead. He must have felt Taehyung’s stare because he turned his head, their eyes blazing with a surge of emotions.

Neither of them wanted to lose. Losing meant no bragging rights. Losing meant inferiority.

Losing was not an option.

The corner of Taehyung’s lip turned up, his foot pressing on his gas pedal, his car roaring in challenge. A psych out method that Hoseok wouldn’t fall for. He didn’t have time for Taehyung’s games.

Flipping Taehyung off, Hoseok focused back ahead to where you were stepping from the sidelines to stand in the middle of both of the rumbling cars.

Your lace up heels, mini skirt, and crop top combo was driving him crazy, the pure sex appeal that dripped from you sending the crowd into a frenzy. The wolf whistles and claps were only riling Hoseok up more.

He was gonna win. Not only for himself but for you.

Your heart was thudding in equal parts excitement and nerves. This was your first time doing this and despite the job being relatively easy, you were still nervous. Everyone knew you were Hoseok’s girl. How would it look if you started the race and then he lost? Racing was his pride, his passion. You didn’t want to mess this up.

Then you captured the gaze of the man you loved through his windshield. He flashed you that beautiful smile along with a wink and all of a sudden, those nerves disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, you raised the flags in both of your hands. Their engines revved, the crowd growing more and more excited. Casting Hoseok a final glance and mouthing a ‘good luck’, you brought the flags down.

Foots on the gas, both cars sped off with a deafening screech of their tires. Dust whipped around you, tiny rocks hitting your skin and the crowd cheering loudly for who they wanted to win.

You turned around, barely catching sight of their tail-lights as they sped on the course and out of sight.

All you could do was wait.

Taehyung glanced into his rear view mirror, Hoseok coming up on his left. Blocking his path, Hoseok was forced to slow down a little to prevent crashing into Taehyung. Taehyung smirked; maneuvers like that was his strong suit. He blocked his competitors and secured his win. It’s how he’s beaten Hoseok all of those times before. Hoseok was a good driver but he was too careful.

Taehyung was a fierce competitor with an amazing car but even with all of that, he was impulsive, hasty and too cocky. That’s where his weakness was.

Little did Taehyung know, losing wasn’t on Hoseok’s agenda today. Today, he would let loose.

Taehyung looked into his rear view again, finding Hoseok trailing further behind him.

“Ha. Giving up, Jung? Smart.”

Around the final bend, the overpass just in sight, Taehyung was feeling confident about winning this one. He’d win and then he’d watch Hoseok’s pretty girlfriend become absolutely devastated. It would be too easy.

He would relax and cinch this win.

Just a few hundred yards from the finish line, Taehyung began to slow down just a little. Hoseok was too far behind to catch up anyway. He could cruise into this win.

Hoseok took a deep breath, just the thought of you waiting for him enough to give him that last burst of confidence he needed. Shifting gears, he slammed on the gas, the needle on the speedometer flying from 90 to 140 in seconds. Like a bullet, Hoseok flew past Taehyung.

Taehyung could barely react, pressing on his own gas in an attempt to regain his lead but it was too late. The cheers of the crowd hit his ears but they weren’t for him.

You could have cried seeing Hoseok’s car cross the line with Taehyung just milliseconds behind him. You couldn’t even hear the people around you, focused solely on your boyfriend who had stepped out of his car.

His eyes frantically looked around, searching for the one person who he knew would be waiting for him.

You ran the best you could in your heels into his open arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun both of you around.

Pulling away, you cupped both of his cheeks, letting out a watery laugh before connecting your lips in a desperate and yearning kiss full of joy, love, and overwhelming pride.

“I won, princess. I won.” He said against your lips.

He won.

“Ooooooo shit, fuck me harder with that fat cock baby! It feels so good!” You moaned/screamed as Hoseok’s thick cock pummeled your walls in back shots so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. Tears streamed down your cheeks, drool leaking from your mouth and forming tiny puddles on the hood of his car. You could feel yourself ready to burst, all of the pent up energy and adrenaline from the race still coursing through your veins.

After his win, Hoseok immediately drove you two to an empty parking lot and then he was on you. He kept true to his promise, pulling you out of the car and hauling you up on the hood before eating you out like a madman. He didn’t even remove your panties, simply moving them to side before diving into your succulent cunt.

Hoseok cursed, working his hips back and forth faster than his car, the squelch of your walls spurring him on faster. Your creamy cunt was making the filthiest noises along with your pleasure fueled babbles and pleads.

The cool hood of his car was doing nothing to alleviate the heat radiating off of you, your nipples rubbing against the surface to the point where they hurt a little bit but it was only adding to the mind numbing pleasure.

“Yeah? Hold that ass open for me.”

Reaching your hands back, you spread your ass cheeks for him, giving him a view of your twitching ass. Gathering some saliva in his mouth, he let spit dribble from his mouth down to your little hole. He rubbed his thumb over the tight ring of muscle making you whine out. There was no warning, no gentle touches, no preparation before he shoved his thumb right into your ass, hooking it and using it as a type of leverage on forcing your ass to clap against him.

Your mouth dropped in a silent scream at the feeling of the sudden intrusion, the new sensation hurtling you towards orgasm. You felt so fucking full, both of your holes stuffed and your knees quivering as they threatened to give on you.

Hoseok must have sensed it because he grabbed one of your legs and propped it up on the hood. Not only did this position open you up more, it let him reach so much deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing against your gspot with every stroke.

You choked out a moan, head lifting and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pleasure crested.

“I’m gonna cum Hoseok! Fuck I’m gonna cum! I-I’m…!” You slurred, nails scratching the paint off and leaving thin marks in the metal.

His thumb dug deeper, cock reaching unexplored places of your pussy. “Cum princess. Shit shit shit.”

You both reach your highs at the same time, your walls constricting around him and milking him for everything he had, his cum coating your squishy walls. Your head banged forward on the car, shivers going down your spine despite the heat of the night.

Your chests rose and fell as you tried to regain your breath. You felt Hoseok’s hand travel up your shoulder to grab your face, peeling your sweaty body off the surface. He craned your head backwards, bringing his lips down on yours in a feverish kiss. You hummed, your tongues dancing and licking at each other.

“Congrats on your win, baby.”

“Thanks. Do I get my prize now?”

You laughed because he was so ridiculous but so were you. That’s why you fit together so well.

“Get in the back, loser.”

#askberryhobii #bts #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts x black reader

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psychokinetic-ectoplasm · 4 days

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Could you maybe do a trans male reader x egon where the reader is egons younger (like the reader is early 20s and egon in his 30s) lab assistant who he falls in love with and they end up screwing in the lab with egon being surprisingly kinky?

Plsss

I hope this is kind of what you wanted, anon!!

Also here on Ao3

NSFW under the cut!

Reciprocated

You glanced up at the bespectacled man standing across the way from you, a microscope on one side of him and an assortment of Petri dishes on the other. But that wasn't your main focus.

No, your attention was on his hands. His hands grabbed your attention on a normal day, but now… now, he was wearing latex gloves. Gloves that you were imagining ghosting over your skin… You watched raptly as he handled the Petri dishes and slides, entirely focused on his work. Or… so you thought. You were so focused on his hands that you missed him briefly cutting his eyes up at you.

“Do you need something?”

His baritone voice startled you out of your thoughts. You didn't answer right away, your mind scrambling to come up with something to say.

“You've been distracted all evening,” he continued, not looking at you.

“Uh… No,” you managed to answer, though you knew you didn't sound convincing. “No, I, uh… don't need anything. I'm… fine.”

Egon didn't respond right away, making you shift uncomfortably.

“You've been staring at my hands, your respiration has increased, your pupils are dilated. You're exhibiting all the signs of sexual arousal.” Finally, he looked at you. “Are you?”

All you could do was stare back, open-mouthed. You were that obvious?! But now that he said it, your mind was racing, thinking up all the things you wanted him to do to you. With those gloves on. There was something about the whole scientist aesthetic that was… really sexy to you. And Egon was that personified.

The faintest of smirks tugged at his lips. “You are.”

You had to look away, your cheeks heating up. “So, what if I am?”

Egon leaned back in his chair, regarding you for a moment. “May I ask what’s arousing you?”

That only made you feel more embarrassed, but he wasn’t leaving the room; he wasn’t chastising you for obviously checking him out. He wanted to know more. That had to count for something… right?

“Well, uh…” You took a breath. “It’s your gloves. Your hands in the gloves.”

“I see…” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him lift his hand to examine it. “What about my hands in these gloves arouses you?”

You shook your head, closing your eyes. “Dr. Spengler, I really don’t think—”

“You’re uncomfortable.”

You looked at him. “Yes. Well, no. More like embarrassed. I didn’t mean to be so obvious.”

He hummed a bit and stood, walking away from the table and discarding his gloves for a new pair. You refused to look at him, unable to. Part of you wished the ground would open up and swallow you. But it was because you weren’t looking that you didn’t see Egon approach until his gloved hand came down on the table next to you, his front nearly touching your back. He was close enough for you to feel the heat of his body.

“You know, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the problem is,” he murmured next to your ear.

You swallowed hard. “H-help me?”

Dear god, this man was going to be the death of you… He was so close, practically breathing the same air as you… You didn’t dare turn your head, knowing his face would be right there.

“I’ve been watching you since Ray first brought you in to help us. And you’ve been watching me. I’ve been taking notes. I’ve found it quite fascinating to watch how your attraction to me has grown.”

“Is that a problem?” you asked, a bit of defiance in your voice.

“No, but you are our lab and research assistant. An employee, if you will. I’m not sure how… appropriate this is.”

Says the man practically glued to my back right now! You glanced back and noted he was watching you, waiting for you to respond.

“Well, it shouldn’t be a problem if the feelings aren’t reciprocated, right?”

A tense silence followed, now making you feel uncomfortable. Egon didn’t move, but you could hear him breathing. What was he thinking about right now? Was he going to fire you? Could he do that without the others’ approval?

“I never said they weren’t reciprocated.”

The words stole the air from your lungs. Surely, you’d misheard him… Surely, this wasn’t— But then Egon’s gloved fingers were on your chin, turning your face toward his.

“If I’m crossing a line…” he murmured.

“You’re not.”

“Then, if I may ask, what about my gloves arouses you?”

You swallowed hard. “I imagine you… touching me. Like you are now. Feeling them on my skin.”

He hummed, lightly trailing his fingers down your neck. “Like this?”

You nodded.

Egon then pressed his fingers against your pulse point.

“Your heart's racing.” You finally looked at him, and his gaze lifted to yours. With his gaze locked on yours, he wrapped his hand around your neck. He didn't squeeze, just rested it there. Still, your breath hitched, making him raise an eyebrow. “Interesting.”

You faced away from him again and tilted your head back, taking a shaky breath. This was partly what you wanted. “Dr. Spengler…. Please…”

“Please, what?”

Egon's lips were barely touching your ear. It made it hard to breathe.

“Please tell me this is real, that you're not messing with me.”

“Why would I be messing with you?”

You managed a faint scoff. “I wouldn't put it past Dr. Venkman to put you up to this.”

You felt Egon's lips twitch up into a smile. “I assure you, Peter did no such thing. Allow me to prove it.”

Before you ask how, Egon grabbed your chin, turning your face toward his, and kissed you. You hummed in surprise, staring at him for a moment before it fully registered what was happening to you. Your eyes then slipped close, and you practically melted against him.

Egon kissed you thoroughly, stealing your breath away as his tongue tangled with yours. Where this passion had been, you had no idea, but it thrilled you to be on the receiving end of it. It was not lost on you that you were likely getting to see a side of Egon not many people did.

He slowly ended the kiss as his hands began to wander over your front. You hummed, arching into his touch.

“You are…” Egon breathed, his hands running down your chest and stomach, “...the most perfect specimen. I've thought so since you first walked through the door. But there's so much more I need to know. If you'll allow me.”

As he said this, his hand slipped under the hem of your shirt.

“Dr. Spengler,” you breathed shakily, already feeling so desperate for him.

“Mm, yes… keep calling me that.”

You managed a faint smile. “Dr. Spengler, please.”

“Please, what?”

His gloved hand caressing your skin was distracting. “I need you.”

Egon hummed and undid your jeans, sliding his hand into your underwear. You gasped upon feeling his gloved fingers finally touching you where you wanted, arousing you further. You rocked your hips against his hand, needing more than what he was giving. And Egon knew that. You could feel his smirk against your cheek.

“How long have you desired me?” he asked quietly.

You had to take a breath in hopes of steadying your voice. “Since I first walked into the lab. But I thought—”

In a surprisingly affectionate gesture, Egon nuzzled your cheek. “Thought what?”

“I thought you could never be interested in me. I thought I might be too young for you. And I’m your assistant. You know, fraternization and all that.”

“You’re not that much younger than me. And besides, there’s a naivety about you that’s… endearing.”

You frowned and nearly pushed his hand away from you. “I’m not naive.”

He then did something with his hand that made you gasp. Egon chuckled darkly in your ear. “Is that so? I’d like to test that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, unable to stop the faint tremble in your voice as another thrill of arousal shot through you.

It surprised you when his hand suddenly left you, and he pushed you down toward the workbench, his hand between your shoulder blades. He then pressed over you, his lips near your ear. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded without thinking. Of course, you did. You trusted him implicitly. “Yes.”

It was as though that gave Egon permission because the next thing you knew, he finally pressed his hips to you, letting you feel his arousal against your backside. You couldn’t help but moan and push back. Egon’s hand caught your hip.

“Easy,” he practically purred in your ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. But there are certain things that must be done first. For the tests, you understand.”

Sure, you understood, but that didn’t stop the frustrated sigh that left you. However, you needn’t have worried. Egon quickly got your jeans off the rest of the way, as well as discarding your underwear, leaving you bare from the waist down. And you didn't have time to feel self-conscious.

You looked back just as Egon was undoing his belt. Now that you could see the bulge in his pants, it hit you that this was really happening. The man you'd been pining for for so long was about to fuck you. Maybe you'd fallen asleep, and this was all a dream.

But then Egon shoved his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock, already fully hard.

Your mouth fell open a bit as you watched Egon stroke himself. He leaned forward, bracing his free hand next to you on the workbench. At least, that's what you thought he was doing. He was actually reaching for the drawer next to you, where he pulled out a condom.

You blinked in surprise. “Do you always keep a stash there?”

“I don't, but Peter does.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he did… Still, you watched raptly as Egon tore open the packet and rolled the condom onto his cock. He then locked eyes with you.

“You're sure you want this?” he asked. “I can't guarantee I'll get all the data I want from just this one time.”

You smirked. “Good thing I plan on sticking around then.”

Egon returned your smirk with a wicked one of his own. “Good. Because I have every intention of making the most of our… relationship.”

You didn't have time to dwell on that word as Egon reaching for something out of sight distracted you.

“And if you’ll permit me, there’s something I’d like to try.”

He set down a beaker of mood slime next to you. You stared at it for a moment.

“What do you want to do with that?” you asked, a little wary.

You knew he’d been experimenting with it, so you weren’t all that surprised, but…

“I’d like to test it out as lubricant. It’s safe, don’t worry.”

Okay, so you were not at all expecting that, but it excited you. You nodded. “Alright, go ahead.”

You watched as he dipped his gloved fingers into the beaker, gathering up some slime and then smearing it over his cock. You took a shaky breath at the sight. Even Egon exhaled a bit shakily.

You didn't have much time to admire him as Egon quickly lined up and pushed into you. Your head dropped forward toward the workbench, a strained moan leaving you. Fuck, you were not prepared for this, for having Egon's cock inside you, slicked with mood slime. Scratch that; you were very prepared, but this was the last thing you expected to happen when you came into work that day. All of your daydreams and fantasies of the man behind you were starting to feel not so far out of reach.

And the mood slime was only heightening things, making you feel everything. It was almost too much, but you loved it.

“God, Egon…” you breathed.

He suddenly stopped, making you whine in disappointment. “Dr. Spengler.”

“Dr. Spengler!”

“Good,” he muttered, resuming pushing into you.

Egon grunted when he'd pushed in as far as he could go and ran his hand down your back under your shirt, the cool glove leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Good boy, taking me so well.”

You whimpered, pushing back as if to get him even deeper. With one hand holding your hip, he shoved his other hand in your hair to tug your head back.

“Ready?”

You nodded, too breathless to speak at the moment. And you never got to catch your breath. Not really. Egon didn’t let you. He began thrusting into you, taking you roughly. It was everything you wanted and more. But still, you fought back a moan, very aware of where you were. The guys could come back at any moment. Egon, however, had other plans.

He moved a hand to your cheek, and you wondered what he was doing for a moment, but then he shoved two fingers in your mouth, forcing it open.

“I want to hear you,” Egon nearly growled. “I want to know how good I'm making you feel.”

Because of his fingers, all you could do was moan.

“Good,” Egon grunted. “Good… Fuck…”

You might have felt a little smug at hearing him curse, knowing that meant he was losing his composure, but you were too lost in the slick feeling of him fucking you into the workbench to really care at the moment. Thankfully, the workbench was heavy enough that it didn't move with each hard thrust that had you seeing stars. Part of you was glad he added the slime to the mix just because of how heightened it made your senses, but because of it, you were already hurtling towards the edge.

You tried to say his name, and thankfully, Egon seemed to realize and removed his fingers.

“Dr. Spengler, Egon,” you panted. “I'm close.”

He grunted again. “So am I. Fuck. I may have… not considered the slime working… through the condom.”

You smile a bit. Good, let him be just as desperate as you. And he was desperate. His thrusts sped up to the point where there wasn't any rhythm. His breaths were harsh, occasionally punctuated by moans that were music to your ears. And now that you knew he wanted to hear you, you didn't hold back. You couldn't anymore. It was all getting to be too much.

So much so that within the next few moments, you cried out, your body shuddering as you came. A long, shaky moan emanated from the man behind you, and he snapped his hips hard against yours as he followed you over.

Egon then collapsed onto your back, both of you gasping for breath. A few seconds later, Egon moved around a bit, and then you felt his bare hand caressing your hip.

“That was perfect,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“Egon,” you whispered, still breathless.

He stepped away from you, and you could tell he was cleaning himself and righting his clothes. Part of you was worried he might leave you there and go back to work, but instead, he cleaned you up, too — the slime having made a bit of a mess — and helped get your underwear and pants back on. He then turned you around in his arms and held you close. You sighed and hugged him back. Somehow, you knew this was him admitting there was more to this, that he wouldn’t be holding you like this if feelings weren’t involved. It only made you hold onto him tighter. You loved this man, plain and simple.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head. “No. That was…” You chuckled. “That was great.”

Egon hummed, and you could feel him smile against your hair. “Yes, it was. Very fruitful. And definitely worth further exploration later. Perhaps in a more… comfortable setting?”

You leaned back to look at him, smirking. “Why don’t you take me to dinner first, Dr. Spengler?”

He returned the smirk and nodded. “I can do that. But afterward,” he murmured, leaning in, “you’re mine.”

With that, he sealed his lips over yours.

Yeah. Yeah, you were definitely his.

#ask #my writing #egon spengler #ghostbusters

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acourtofidiots · 2 years

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also jason daddy content? yes please. wanna see why reader doesn’t want him to join at the end of power 👀👀

disobey [jason todd smut]

wc: 682

cw: sir kink, heavy BDSM elements, dom/sub, blindfolds, slapping, implied smut, name-calling

a/n: some people wanted to see some Jason content from my Unholy verse. I aim to please ;)

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You didn’t know how much longer you could wait.

Blindfolded, you kneeled in front of the bed, awaiting further instructions from Jason, who was finishing up patrol. All you knew was that he ordered you to strip out of the skimpy lingerie you usually would wear, put on the blindfold and get into position. The position in question was kneeling at the base of the bed on the floor, hands on your knees. You knew this was a particular favorite of Jason’s, as it allowed him to get a good grip on your hair as he fucked your face. But you highly doubt that he would be particularly kind to you tonight.

You couldn’t imagine what would be in store since you explicitly broke one of the rules he had in place for you. He was beyond furious when he came upon you with some lousy douchebag at the Iceberg Lounge, laughing and smiling over drinks. It took everything in him not to confront you right then and there as he was currently on a mission scoping out one of Penguin’s goons for a case, so he decided on the next available option.

Your laughter died down as your phone began to vibrate. “Excuse me, I have to go take this,” you apologized to the man, who waved you off and began pulling out his phone to keep himself occupied.

Stepping down a secluded hallway, you glanced at the contact name, and your stomach dropped. You swipe the ‘accept call’ button and raise the device to your ear.

“H-hello?”

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here, princess?” Came Jason’s muffled voice. Your eyebrows shot up, panic in your veins as you tried to scope out where Jason was hiding. A flash of red metal caught your eye on one of the rafters overlooking the band, and you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat.

“I-I was bored. Can’t I go out like anyone else?”

A humorless chuckle met your ears. “Oh, but you know how much I don’t like you flirting with anyone else when it’s my turn to have you. Isn’t that right?”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked down at your heels. “Yes,” you murmured.

“Yes, what?” Jason snapped.

“Yes, sir.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. “Good girl. I was going to give you a treat tonight, but since you want to act like a slut, I guess I’ll have to treat you like one. Now, I want you to go back to my place, strip, and put on a blindfold before getting into position in my room. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I better not see you dilly-dallying in the next few minutes, princess. You know how I am about you being on time.”

You were jerked out of your thoughts as your ears picked up on the opening and closing of the bedroom window. You held your breath as you anxiously awaited what was coming for you.

“I see you can follow instructions for once,” Jason hummed. He must have gone out on a quick patrol before meeting you at his apartment because he still had his helmet on.

The wooden floorboards creaked underneath as he moved across the room. A shift in the air told you he crouched in front of you, and it took all your willpower not to react to the gloved hand caressing your cheek. He continued with the motion for another motion before he raised his hand and smacked you across the face. The area where he just slapped you immediately became warm, and you could feel your slick starting to drip onto the carpet beneath you.

“Now, Y/N,” the vigilante states, rising to his feet once again, “you’re going to be getting Red Hood tonight since you love showing off that slutty cunt of yours to anyone that will make you feel good.” You could hear him walk over to his closet, rummaging around for something before hearing the telltale smack of a paddle hitting his gloved hands.

“On the bed, hands and knees, princess.”

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OK OK IK IM GETTING BACK TO YOU LIKE AN HOUR LATER, AND THIS IS GONNA SOUND SO CLIQUE- but a songfic based on all i wanted by paramore. i’m talking reader and peter being really close friends until he starts straying from reader and hanging out with mj more. maybe they get into a fight one day where reader goes to the tower for a mission briefing and sees that mj is there (superheros aren’t allowed to reveal identities at all, and peter never let reader in on anything, reader found out he’s spiderman on her own) AND THEN THEY ARGUE RIGHT? both say really hurtful stuff THEN THEN READER TAKES MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS. GOES ON THE MISSION ALONE. THE WORST HAPPENS AND THEY BARLEY FIND HER. you can choose whether she makes it out or not 🤷🏻‍♀️ BUT YEAH THATS WHAT I GOT

like her, love you

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w/c: 1,005

warnings: angst, mentions of injuries

a/n: bestie you have done it again! i can always count on you for some good old angst mwahaha it has kind of a happy ending but i think the people will appreciate that <3 also i just posted a sleepover so make sure to check that out y’all! happy reading

“talk to me, y/n. say something, anything.”

when you open your mouth to speak, you start to cough. you cough up dirt and dust, choke on it. you lie in the grass, where you’d landed. peter is kneeling on the grass in front of you. he has an arm behind your head for support, his free hand finding yours. he holds your intertwined hands against your chest.

the jet you had taken for your mission ran out of fuel mid-air. you never even made it there. you crashed, and it was only because of the tracker in your suit that peter was able to find you. he was supposed to go with you, but you two had gotten into a fight before you left. you decided to do the mission alone. you were heated and distracted coming off your argument, so you’d forgotten to refill the jet tank.

“peter? i… i…”

you try to sit up, resulting in another coughing fit, clutching at peter’s hand with both of yours. peter squeezes your hand in his back even tighter.

“just breathe, okay? just breathe. you can do it, y/n/n. deep breaths.”

peter inhales a breath and nods repeatedly, encouraging you to follow his lead. you wheeze at first, struggling to get air into your lungs. with peter’s help, your breathing eventually begins to even out.

“there you go. just like that.”

you let your head fall back on peter’s arm as you catch your breath. peter strokes your cheek with his gloved fingers, eyes staying fixed on you.

he’ll never let you out of his sight again.

he touches his index finger to his ear piece that he uses to communicate with the rest of the avengers.

“mr. stark? i found her. yeah, she’s alright. do you have the coordinates? okay. how long until you get here? okay, thank you.”

“tony’s coming?”

you lift your head up, but peter eases you back down.

“the whole team. they were really worried when they didn’t hear from you. we all care about you, so much.”

“do you?”

“how could you even ask that? you’re my best friend.”

“what about mj?”

“can i not have other friends?”

“i never said that.”

“no, but you implied it.”

you scoff and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“look, peter. i don’t care that you’re friends with mj. she’s cool. i care that you broke the rules, and you broke them for her.”

“i don’t know what you think you saw-“

“not think. i saw it.”

this is the same argument you’d had earlier.

when you arrived to avengers tower for your mission, mj was there. she was talking to peter, but not peter peter. spider-man peter. he was suited up, mask off, identity revealed.

tony has a strict policy about peter keeping his identity a secret. he’s experienced firsthand how much damage it does when your double lives overlap into one, and he doesn’t want his protege have to go through what he did. hence, the reason why peter wears the mask in the first place.

what’s the point if he’s exposing himself to mj? how could he even trust her?

you’re both friendly with mj in school, and she seems chill, but you don’t know much about her. her and peter are just getting close. he recently began hanging out with her outside of school, and apparently in the tower. you’ve been friends with peter and spider-man for years, and you had to figure out they were the same person on your own. he never told you.

but he told mj.

“please just give me a chance to explain.”

“i’m not interested in hearing it.”

you push yourself up to your feet, stumbling as you trek through the grass. you’re still a bit disoriented from your crash landing.

“where are you going?”

“back to the jet. don’t follow me.”

“it’s not gonna fly, you know. it’s out of fuel.”

you ignore peter and your dizziness and keep walking. peter’s fingers catch your wrist, forcing you to turn back and face him.

“the others will be here soon. just stay with me until they come. hear me out.”

your pride tells you no, but your love for him tells you yes. no matter how angry at him you are, he’s still your best friend.

you look down at your wrist in peter’s grasp, then up into his pleading eyes. you give in with a sigh. he lets go of you. you take a seat in the grass, sitting cross-legged. peter mirrors your actions.

“mj wasn’t supposed to find out. it was an accident.”

“what do you mean?”

“i was showing her around the tower, because you know my cover story, how i ‘intern’ there. thought it would be cool. mj sorta just put two and two together. she’s, like, really smart.”

“you never showed me around the tower.”

“why would i? you’re an avenger.”

“yeah, but i didn’t know you were… until i did.”

tears prick your eyes.

“how come you never told me? i’ve been friends with you way longer than mj, and she found out before i did. did you not think i could handle it?”

the tears escape. peter frowns and shifts closer to you.

“i knew you could.”

he dabs at the corners of your eyes with his thumbs, palms pressed to your cheeks.

“but that’s not the point.”

“then what is?”

“i didn’t tell you because i thought i was keeping you safe. i wanted to protect you. knowing my identity puts you in danger.”

you sniffle, more tears wetting your cheeks. your watery eyes meet peter’s.

“we’re best friends, y/n. nothing and no one could change that. i like mj, but i love you.”

you throw your arms around peter’s neck, hiding your face in his curls. a sob passes through your lips. peter hugs you back, making sure to be gentle because you’re still recovering from the crash. he kisses the side of your head and holds you in his arms, never once letting go.

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psychangels · 6 months

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sometimes I just wanna read about korsica and peppermint going on a date. This is a request if you wanna

i think more ppl should write abt them just goin on dates honestly! let em have a nice time!

and yk, i'll take this opportunity to be the change i wanna see

It's a nice, breezy afternoon. The streets are a bit busy, but that's to be expected at this time of day. It's noisy. Could be worse, though.

Korsica breathes in deeply as she walks down the street. The fresh air smells good. The corners of her mouth quirk up. It's nice being outside after having been cooped up in her office all day.

As she nears one of the entrances to the park she's been making her way towards, she starts looking for Peppermint. She doesn't seem to be around. Korsica's brow furrows.

Coming to a stop, she pulls her phone out. Unlocking it, she's met with the sight of her work email's inbox. There's a new one. Immediately, she goes to open it up, but she hesitates right before her finger meets the screen. Her eyes flit up to read the subject. It's nothing pressing. Still, she should probably at least—

Korsica shuts her eyes. It'll be fine. I can get to it later.

She takes a deep breath.

She closes out of her email.

Opening up her texts, she taps on Peppermint's contact. Right as Korsica starts typing, the pleasant sound of her voice floats through the air.

"Hey! I, uh, didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" Tucking her phone away, she smiles. "No, not at all." "Good." Peppermint returns her smile.

Korsica finds her gaze being drawn to the red, zip-up hoodie she's wearing. Something about it makes warmth blossom in her chest.

"I like your jacket." "Thanks. I like your...outfit." "Thank you."

There's a faint blush on Peppermint's face. She looks away, running her fingers through her hair.

Korsica smooths down the front of her blue dress. Then, she adjusts her jacket and gloves.

"Well...shall we?" she asks after a moment, offering her arm to her.

Peppermint meets her eyes. She smiles and takes it.

Together, they walk into the park. As they go, they chat about their days. It's similar for both of them: work, work, and more work. The amount has lessened a good bit, though. A few months ago, it was an endless sea. It's a lot more manageable now.

After a bit of walking and talking, Peppermint pulls Korsica to a nearby bench. She pulls away to plop down onto it.

"You alright?" Korsica asks as she sits down next to her. "Yeah, just tired," she replies, leaning against her.

Her face gets warm. After a moment of hesitation, she wraps her arm around Peppermint.

The breeze is gentle and cool. The sky is a gentle grey-blue, though it's beginning to grow darker. Clouds overhead block out most of the sun, hiding its steady descent.

Someone's playing fetch with their dog nearby. There's a group of students having a study picnic. Some joggers and bikers fly past. Kids are playing on the playground somewhere behind them, their laughter filling the air.

Korsica smiles. Everything's so much livelier than it used to be. Or maybe that's just what she thinks because she didn't have the time to enjoy it until now.

She gives Peppermint a squeeze. "Thanks for asking me out today." "You don't have to thank me," she replies. "Yes, I do. I needed this. I wouldn't have come out here on my own." She chuckles. "I guess we're both each other's excuse to get out." "I guess so," Korsica says with a laugh.

#hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #korsimint #angelanswers.txt #angelwrites.txt #pix

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jerry-hornes-foot · 2 years

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Day Ten - Piercing Kink

1133 words

18+ only

Smut, mild fluff

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!eddie; sub!reader; sub;steve; pet play (cows); ownership; collaring mention; softdom!eddie; piercing; needled; mild pain; watering eyes; some fluff; some comfort; pet names; baby (reader); Stevie (steve); sweetie (steve); good boy (steve); princess (steve)

"Nearly ready! You guys excited?"

Eddie's eyes sparkle with excitement as he carefully lays out his tools on the little table he's set up in Steve's living room. Moving his finger through the air he mutters a list to himself as he checks that he has everything.

"Alright, I think we're good to go." He beams at you, patting the seat in front of him for you to come and sit down. "You want Stevie to hold your hand?"

You look up at Steve and then back to Eddie. You nod sheepishly, a little embarrassed by how nervous you are. It hadn't hit you until now, after all this had partially been your idea. Eddie had wanted to get collars for you and Steve, an idea you both loved, but you were both a bit apprehensive about wearing them out in a little town like Hawkins. Eddie had been training to be a piercer for a few months now and immediately fell in love with the idea, insisting he should be the one to do them.

"Hey, don't worry about it okay?" Eddie says softly.

You feel a soft squeeze around your fingers as Steve's hand slips around yours. You squeeze back, appreciative of how gentle they're both being.

Eddie unwraps his needle and gets your jewellery ready.

"Now, do you know why it is bulls wear rings?" He asks, raising the needle just under your nose and lining it up to make sure it's straight.

"No?"

"It's the safest way to move them around. It's basically a big handle farmers can use to drag them around."

Your eyes water as Eddie pushes the needle through your septum. Your nose crinkles involuntarily, eyes blinking rapidly as they fill with tears. Your grip closes tightly around Steve's hand and you feel his other hand appear gently on your thigh. Once your face settles Eddie holds your face still and sets to sliding the ring into your nose.

"See, I couldn't help thinking, what a good idea what would be for little brats who can't be trusted to behave." Eddie continues. "Deep breath in for me, baby."

You breath in slowly, keeping your head as still as you can as Eddie pulls the needle out and carefully bends and spins the ring to get it to sit right.

"There we go, that wasn't so bad was it?"

Lifting a small packet from the table Eddie pulls out a tiny silver chain with a trigger clip on the end.

"Now just imagine how good this will be once that's healed." He clips the chain to the ring in your nose and holds it up so its in your eyeline, careful not to pull it taut. "Hopefully this means I can get you under control a little easier."

You smile at him, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks as he smiles back at you. He passes you a mirror, turning back to his table to grab a cotton bud. You admire your new jewellery in the mirror, unable to stop yourself from picturing Eddie tugging at the long chain to keep you in line.

"I love it." You say softly.

Eddie grins, leaning back and admiring his work. Unclipping the chain he puts it to the side, then gently cleans your wound with some alcohol on the end of the cotton bud.

"All done!"

Eddie slips off his gloves and drops them into a bag by his feet.

"Okay princess, your turn."

Steve takes your place on the little stool and you move over beside Eddie.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at Eddie.

"Oh come on, Stevie! What, you don't trust me? I'm a professional."

"Not yet you're not."

"I've practically got my license, this time next week I'll be fully qualified."

"You seemed pretty happy for me to get one." You say raising your eyebrows at him.

"Yeah but I mean, if yours goes wrong it's hidden in there, I mean my ears..."

"It's not going to go wrong." Eddie interjects confidently. "Come on, princess, don't you want to join Eddie's herd?"

Steve blushes, his stern look melting into a smile. How could he refuse an offer like that.

"Fine." He says, spinning around and tucking his hair behind his ear.

"That's the spirit." Says Eddie.

Cleaning his hands he puts on a fresh pair of gloves then looks up at you with a smile,

"You want to help?"

You nod. Eddie gets you to hold your hands out and squeezes some hand sanitizer into them. Once your hands are clean he passes you the box of gloves and gets you to put some on.

"Okay, come here." He says once you're ready. "Alright so first I'm gonna take this ink and just... like that, see? So we know where we want it. Then we open up the needle... and it just takes a little push so deep breath in Steve..... and.... out. That's it, good boy."

Eddie reaches for your hand, gently guiding it up to the needle through Steve's ear,

"Okay, now see this little plastic part here? Grab just behind that for me and pull that away... perfect! Okay now pull this through for me, gently okay? That's it. Perfect. Now I'm gonna just break off this part... and get this little ball here... and there we go!"

Eddie gently moves Steve's ear so you can see both sides of the new piercing.

"Now usually we'd be done here, but, I've got something a bit special to add."

Lifting another small packet from the table Eddie opens it and tips the contents out into his hand. He holds it up so you can both see it. It's a tiny, yellow cattle ticket, small enough Steve would be able to easily hide it under his hair. In small print across the centre it reads:

Property of E. Munson

Indiana, USA

Eddie slots the top of it onto the back of the helix bar, taking a set of miniature crimps and firmly stapling it closed with a plastic button. Taking another cotton bud he carfeully cleans around Steve's jewellery, taking extra care to get between the tag and Steve's ear. Leaning back he peels his gloves off and beams as he admires the way it looks on Steve's ear.

"Now don't you two look sweet?"

Eddie fires his gloves into the bag at his feet once again and shifts his body out of the way so that you can do the same. Eddie pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your ear as you both watch Steve get up to admire himself in better light.

"Isn't he pretty?" Eddie whispers, lips brushing softly against your ear. "Maybe you'd like to help me milk him later."

#idk why i find this idea so cute #i wanted this to be soft #although the end is a lil rude #steddie #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #gender neutral reader #dom!eddie #sub!steve #jerryhorneskink #kinktober 2022

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