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The Rite of Movement | part five

“something I’m not, but something I can be”

A/N: big disclaimer for this chapter: I do not know if this is actually how the porn industry functions. And while Brazzers is a real porn site, I don’t have any knowledge of how they run things on their site. For the sake of fiction, and the storyline, I wrote Joel’s era in Brazzers as a very very toxic work environment. Please heed the warnings. This takes place pre-miller-co. Joel and baby love have not met yet. Joel does however have a girlfriend during his time at Brazzers. Oh, and I listened to what was I made for on repeat while I wrote this 🥺 thank you to @itsokbbygrl for betaing and being my little cheerleader through this series 💗 and thank you to all my other friends for your endless support on my silly lil stories! (Y’all know who you are and how much I love you!)

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Summary: it’s Joel Miller’s 30th birthday. 30 years of existing, 12 years working for Brazzers, and what does he really have to show for his life outside of being a pornstar?

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: angst, implied smut, toxic work environment, implied workplace abuse, mentions of the porn industry, misogynistic comments/behavior towards women in the porn industry (not by Joel), feelings of body insecurity, shame, mentions of smoking, grief, resentment, language, mature themes, +18 minors dni!

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Los Angeles, CA. September 26, 2009

An alarm clock blares on Joel’s nightstand, the shrill sound pierces his eardrums, sending his arm flying out from under the covers, smacking the top of the device, silencing it with a heavy groan rumbling up his chest.

6:00 a.m. the sun has barely just begun to peek over the mountains, the bustle of LA traffic, late-night goers returning home, early-morning risers preparing for another droning day.

The big 30: The age where you were expected to have your shit together. No more making foolish mistakes, no more job hopping, you should be married with kids and have a house with a white picket fence and drive a minivan. You should be invested in the stock market, your lawn should be properly trimmed, maybe you even make enough money to own a vacation home.

Joel hadn’t a fucking clue what he wanted out of life. He wasn’t married. He didn’t have any kids. He lived in an apartment with his brother Tommy, splitting the rent between their paychecks. LA never felt like home to him. He liked the palm trees and the beach. He hated LA traffic, smog, and that stupid Hollywood sign that alluded to a lifestyle that only the ‘chosen’ members of high society would get to indulge in.

City of Angels? Not even close.

30 years old, and feeling like he had nothing to show for his life outside of being a pornstar. A branding identity that shamed him more times than he was willing to admit. Is this all I’m good for?

Brazzers was the bane of his existence for 12 years, and yet every time he would try and put his foot down and quit, he was lured right back in. He loved sex just like anyone else. He loved the intimacy, the closeness, the connection to another human being. Above all, he loved making his partners feel good. To make them come, fall apart on his tongue, fingers, or his cock. To hear their pleasured cries, high-pitched real moans of his name.

It was euphoric for him, to make another person feel so good that they completely lose themselves in the moment, in the feeling of the rite of movement. He used to think that this was enough, that the act of sex and unbridled pleasure was all viewers would want to see. He thought he was enough.

But in the adult film industry, sex was never just enough.

He didn’t like being told how he should fuck.

Yank her hair harder.

Slap her around a little.

Squeeze her cheeks till she cries.

Choke her.

I want to see bruises on her ass, Joel.

Fuck her like you mean it, like you hate her. Like she’s your bitch. Your property.

Are we making a porno here or what? Don’t wipe her tears. That’s not what men want. They want to see a cunt being pounded. C’mon, Joel. This is supposed to be a male fantasy!

He learned how to dissociate and remove himself from the scene entirely. He worked on autopilot, tuning out the jarring voices that demanded more from him and his partner(s). And when the passion faded, he struggled to stay hard and on top of his game.

And even with the warm, wet mouth of a fluffer sucking his soft cock, he wasn’t turned on. Not in the slightest and he could feel the shame creeping up on his neck as the director barked at him to get his shit together.

“What do you mean you’re not able to get hard, Miller? You got a hot piece of ass under you, man! What the hell else do you want? Y’know, would it really hurt for you to be more like your brother?”

“She’s got a name, you know.” Joel bit back, grinding his jaw back and forth. The blatant disrespect that women faced on a day to day basis was downright disgusting.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. You make pornos, Joel! Or did you forget? Stop acting like a fucking sissy and do your goddamn job.”

“I need a minute,” he gruffed out and gently pushed the fluffer's mouth off of his cock. He strode past the director and the rest of the set crew and pulled his boxers on in a haste.

“Fine. You get 10 minutes, Miller. And when you get back, I expect you to be fucking ready, and hard.”

Joel didn’t respond as he shucked on his shorts and threw on his hoodie, grabbing his phone and pack of cigarettes to stuff in his pocket. He averted making eye contact with the director, shoulder checking him on his way out of the room.

10 minutes, Miller!

Fuck you is what Joel really wanted to say as he walked at a fast past towards the nearest exit in the long hallway.

The sun was blinding the moment he stepped outside into the back alley. He whipped his phone out, nervously pacing back and forth as he dialed Tommy’s number, listening to the dial tone ring and ring.

“Hey, you old fart! Feelin’ 30 yet?” Tommy said playfully.

“Yeah. I’m feelin’ 30 alright.” Joel grumbled, sinking back against the side of the building.

“What’s up? I know how much you hate your birthday, but why do you sound so—”

“I’m fuckin’ quitting, Tommy. I can’t do this shit anymore. I can’t fuckin’ do it. I’m about five seconds away from stormin’ back in there and beatin’ the living shit out of the director.” He snapped, carding his fingers through his hair, gripping the roots tightly. “I’m throwin’ the towel in, and I ain’t lookin’ back.”

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold on now, what the fuck happened? Are you sure you just want to—”

“Tommy.” Joel warned him, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t start this with me, okay? I need to know if you’re with me on this because I sure as hell ain’t leavin’ you out here on your own.”

“I ain’t a kid anymore, Joel. If you want to quit for your own reasons, that’s fine, and I support you, but that doesn’t mean that—” he sighed deeply, weighing out his words in his head before he said, “of course I’m with you on this.”

“I’m not gonna force you to quit, Tommy. I jus’ don’t think this cesspool is fuckin’ good for either of us. Talked to a few others that were thinkin’ of quitting, but no one has pulled the trigger yet. We can do some amateur work till we find our footing again, and I want to move back home, Tommy. I want to move back to Texas. I fuckin’ hate this state. Everythin’ is too damn expensive.”

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, Joel. You know I will. But what about…Carmen and Sarah? You jus’ gonna pack your shit up and not tell her?”

Joel felt his heart twist and clench, knocking the air from his lungs because for the first time in his 30 years of life, his heart was going to be broken, and there was nothing he could do to prevent the inevitable from happening.

“She’s never gonna accept me for who I am and my job, Tommy. She resents it, I know she does. And Sarah will eventually resent me too. She’ll grow up and feel ashamed that her stepfather is a fuckin’ pornstar. They both deserve better than what I can offer them. It’s not like I can just start over and get a respectable job! What established company is gonna hire a guy who’s CV consists of a highschool diploma, a year of working construction jobs and 12 years in the adult film industry?”

Tommy felt his heart break for his brother, splitting right down the middle. “Joel…” he trailed off.

“Her friends treat me differently, and everytime I’ve brought up the potential of meeting her family, she changes the subject on me, Tommy. And you know what? I don’t blame her. Who the fuck would want to introduce their pornstar boyfriend to anyone, let alone her family? I jus’ figured I’d cut her losses sooner rather than later. And even if things were to work out, and I get a new job, a new life, am I just supposed to accept the knowledge of knowin’ that the entire time we have been together, she’s resented my job? Some things just aren’t meant to work out, and that’s fine. I’ll let her go and she’ll meet a nice, normal, man with a good stable job who doesn’t fuck for a living.”

Joel Miller. Paging, Joel. You’re needed on set. Hurry the fuck up—

“Fuckers.” Joel muttered under his breath as he rose to his feet. “I gotta go, okay? I’ll text you in a bit.”

“Wait, Joel,” Tommy started, trying to think of what he could possibly say to his brother that would make the situation better. “Everythin’ is gonna be okay. It’ll all work out in the end.”

“Yeah, sure.” He replied flatly. “I’ll see you.” he ended the call, shoving his phone back into his hoodie pocket and pushed open the exit door just as his name was called over the intercom again.

This time he was going to put his foot down for good. He wasn’t going to be lured back in. He was done. His mind was made up and there would be no turning back.

“Fucking finally. I said 10 minutes, Miller. You’re lucky I even gave you that.” The director scoffed and snapped his fingers at the fluffer to do her job.

Joel stopped her with a gentle hand along her shoulder before he made direct eye contact with the director. “That won’t be necessary.”

“What the fuck do you mean that won’t be necessary? We were supposed to be wrapped up with this shit already. I have a freshie to introduce to you afterwards, so if we can just get a move on—”

“I said, that won’t be necessary.” Joel calmly reiterated as he grabbed his bag from the floor and slung it over his shoulder.

“Boy, you better fucking start talking. What do you mean that won’t be necessary?!”

“It means that I quit. And I hope that freshie and every other woman here fuckin’ quits while they still have the chance.”

The atmosphere in the brightly lit room immediately shifted and the tension was palpable. Joel’s onscreen partner was shocked, the fluffer was shocked along with the rest of the film crew.

“You have gotta fucking joking me right now.” The director laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “You got some fucking nerve, Miller.”

Joel shrugged, glancing around the room before he turned towards the door, grasping the handle in his palm and pushed it open. He paused, looking over his shoulder, giving his onscreen partner a small, reassuring nod, “oh, and just a little word of advice? If you want sex to sell, and for Brazzers to not tank like the fuckin’ stock market, start by treatin’ women in the industry with respect. Jus’ a little food for thought. Pass that onto the CEO, and then tell him to shove it right up his ass.”

He walked out after that, listening to the director holler his name and something along the lines of, you’ll be back. They always fucking come back!

And on his way out, his shoulder gently made contact with another body rushing up the stairwell. “‘S’cuse me.” He rasped.

You didn’t get a look at the stranger's face on your way up. You were too focused on the fact that you were running late, and couldn’t afford to be potentially fired.

He didn’t get a look at your face either.

Joel opted to be alone for the rest of the day, sitting on the hood of his car, smoking through an entire pack of cigarettes while he watched the clouds roll by, and tourists stop to take pictures of the infamous Hollywood sign. He thought about his life up until this point.

30 years on this shithole we call earth. 12 years spent in the adult film industry, and never had he felt so lost and alone. Hours away from ending his first ever long term relationship and leaving the past behind.

Fuck 30. He thought to himself.

The inevitable settled into his bones as the sun slowly began to set behind the mountains, creating stunning hues of pink, oranges and purples in the sky. His phone buzzed on the exterior of the hood of his car, tearing him away from his thoughts when Carmen’s name popped up on the screen.

Hey, birthday boy. Are we still on for Thai food tonight? x.

Hey, baby. Yeah, of course. Can’t wait to see you.

5 missed calls from Tommy

10 messages from Tommy.

What happened to fucking calling me later, Joel?!

Why is your phone going straight to voicemail!

Can you just let me know that you’re okay?!

Joel.

Dude.

Pick up your phone!

And you call me the bad texter?!

This isn’t funny.

I didn’t sign up for the silent treatment!

If you’re dead in a ditch somewhere I’m gonna fucking kill you!!

He typed out a quick message to his brother informing him that he was in fact still alive and that he would be home soon.

What he wasn’t expecting was Carmen and Tommy to host a surprise birthday dinner at his apartment. He wasn’t mad at his brother for not giving him a heads up, and it wasn’t like Tommy could tell Carmen a simple, hey, by the way, my brother is going to break up with you and he wants to move back to Texas!

But all Joel could feel now when she pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss, and planted a silly little party hat on his head, was guilt. An overwhelming tidal wave of guilt and shame for what he was going to do. And throughout the evening his guilt began to fester like an untreated wound. Bubbling pus leaked from his heartstrings like a broken faucet when he opened his unexpected present from Carmen.

It was a pocket wrist watch with an olive green strap that fit his wrist perfectly.

“You’re always misplacing your phone, so I figured that this would help you tell the time better? I know it isn’t much—”

He interjected softly, looking over at her with a small smile tugging on his lips, “It’s perfect. Thank you.” I’m so sorry.

And when Tommy stepped outside for a smoke and to give Joel and Carmen a bit of privacy, the energy shifted and Joel could feel the thread between them being pulled tight, threatening to snap at any given moment.

“Joel, is everything okay? You’ve hardly said a word to me tonight.”

And instead of responding, he got up from the couch in a haste, trying to keep his nerves at bay, but truthfully? He was panicking and it was written all over his face. “I’m fine, Carm. I jus’—I need some air.” He walked the short distance to the little balcony, pulling the door open as he stepped outside into the cooling night air.

Lights shimmered in the distance, palm trees swayed from a breeze off the coast. 30 years old and he felt like the biggest fucking asshole on the planet. Can I fix this? Can I make it work?

He stared down at the watch on his wrist, the tiny spokes ticking away as he rested his forearms along the paint chipped railing, listening to the soft squeak of the sliding door being pulled open as the blood rushed in his ears.

He tapped his foot nervously, jaw ticking under the fading light at the realization that there was no turning back.

“Do you love me?” He suddenly spoke, teeth grinding down on the inside of his cheek, the taste of copper bursting on his tongue. A reminder come morning when he would awake to the same soreness in his mouth that he feels in his heart.

“Joel…” she trailed off, standing alongside him, rubbing her arm as a self-soothing gesture.

“Do you love me…unconditionally?” His question hung heavy in the air, and when she didn’t immediately answer, tears began to prick the corner of his eyes, stinging and blurring his vision.

“Baby, please…why are—”

“Please don’t call me that right now, Carmen. Please.” he sniffled, staring back out over the railing at the shimmering mirage of Los Angeles. “If you did love me unconditionally, you would have answered me right away. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I jus’—I know you resent me for being a pornstar. I’ve known about it for a while,” he said softly, feeling a tear rolling down along the side of his nose and drip down over his lips. His dewy eyed gaze met hers briefly, before he looked away. “And I also know that you would never ask me to quit, but you and I both know that’s what you want from me.”

There was no point in trying to deny it any longer. There was no bad blood, no bitterness. Just two adults facing the reality that is life. And sometimes…relationships don’t work out. The passion fades and resentment rears its ugly head.

“And no matter how many times I have tried to earnestly explain to you why I chose this career path, you will never understand. And I would never try to force you to. But it’s not fair to you, myself, or Sarah to continue this relationship when you will never accept me for who I am, Carmen.”

“You’re right, Joel.” She said quietly, her own tears beginning to brew along her waterline. “I’m so sorry.”

He swallowed the lump growing in his throat and the sob threatening to leave his lips, “I am too.”

There isn’t much left to say as they hug for the last time. She wishes him well in life and he does the same. There’s a new ache in his chest at the thought of him no longer being involved in Sarah’s life anymore. But he believes she’ll be better off without him, too.

And when she leaves his apartment for the last time, taking almost 3 years of memories along with her as the front door clicks shut, and her echoing footsteps down the hall become softer and softer, he lets out the sob he had been suppressing, sinking down to his knees in defeat.

Tears stream down his cheeks as a car horn blares below on the street.

Fuck you, asshole! Get out of the road! The owner of a sleek BMW yells with the window rolled down to a teenager crossing the street on his bike.

30 years old and heartbroken. So much for having his shit together.

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ja3hwa · 1 year

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Could you write something with san having a groping kink?

Red, Hot, And Wet.

「Word count」 : 661

-> Genre: Mature, Suggestive.

[Warnings] : Breast play. Body fluids. Humping. San is a bitch in heat. Swearing.

Note : I hope this is to your liking. ♡ I went a tiny bit overbaord, but eh. Hehe ♡♡

Okay, but Imagine San is complaining to you, almost in a begging tone, to play with your breasts. It's like he has no other thoughts but titties. Like he needed them in order to breathe.

You are sitting in bed, readying to go to sleep for the night, but very whiny San has his head in your lap groaning and huffing. His hands are clawing at the sheets, kneading them like a cat. He would be whispering things like 'please baby, just for a few minutes' or 'come on let me feel my precious babies'. God, he is obsessed with your boobs. You are a walking stress toy to him, and he needed to use you to his advantage. So when you finally agree, it's like heaven's gates had opened.

His hands grab the hem on your shirt, tugging the fabric off quickly—cause it would just be in the way if it stayed on—. His hands fit so nicely on your chest. He can see some of your soft plump fat fit between his fingers as he squeezes. Your nipples are pressed against his palm, poking him. He pinches, jiggles, and tugs on your flesh. He seems to groan and whimper more than you as if he is enjoying it more than you. Well, that may be more true than one thinks. He starts to get rougher, pinching your nipples, pulling them tightly making you gasp out. He whimpers in response.

“let me suck them.” He said it so desperately, humping the bed like a dog in heat. He feels so overstimulated as you are, if not more. You needed to feel him every, not just on your breasts but inside you. He spread your legs wider so he could fit in between them, coming face to face with your plump tits. You let him have it, grasping his hair, tugging him closer. His lips latch on your left nipple, sucking harshly, making you let out a sharp, high-pitched moan. He moaned against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nub while he flicked your other nipple with his finger. He moaned against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nub while he flicked your other nipple with his finger. You whimpered at the painful pleasure, bucking your hips against his stomach. He felt himself coming just from his mouth being on you as he keeps rutting down. The feel of his length pressed between his legs and the mattress is too much and yet not enough. With you, the intensity of his orgasms doesn’t decrease. His white seed bursts from the head of his swollen cock each time, making his thighs and belly sticky and soaked.

“S-San…” You feel the pleasure snap up your spine like an electric wire hitting water. He switched breasts, suckling on the right one, leaving the left dark red and bruised. He felt like he was going crazy as if he was going to explode from just feeling his lips around your plump boobs before pulling away with an audible pop.

“I’m sorry baby. I said five minutes but I can’t need one more. Please, okay. Let me have one more minute. Can’t help myself, baby, you feel so soft on my tongue, I just wanna―” He’s sealed his lips around your nipples again, moaning loudly with you as he clamps down on your tit. "You got me horny and humping the bed like a bitch, fuck please baby. The things I want to do to you…”

“Fuck San!” You rasp out and he lets out a whine, pulling away and sitting back on his heels, giving you the perfect view of the mess he’s made, your eyes growing wide when you see him reaching down to stroke his still hard cock. His thighs and balls glisten with his arousal as he squeezes his shaft letting some more of his cum spill down.

“I fucking love you.” He panted.

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Kinktober Day 9- Hair Pulling

warnings: AFAB reader, enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, hate sex, dom/sub elements, hair pulling, degrading, 18+ minors dni

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You should feel ashamed. You do a little, when you’re in public and he’s being a douche, but when Jake has his hands on you, you can’t help yourself.

You hate that you can’t resist him, but for as much as you hate him, you can’t deny what that cocky smile does to you. You want to punch him and kiss him and fuck him until you can’t walk, and it’s so infuriating because he knows what he does to you.

It really wouldn’t be that bad if you didn’t let him control you like this. If you were fucking him and making him your bitch, forcing him to submit and putting him in his place, it would be fine. Deserved, even. But like this, bent over your uncomfortable mattress and taken from behind, shame burns in your stomach.

You let him into your apartment every time. He shows up at your door late at night, shirtless with sweatpants slung low on hid hips, looking at you expectantly. You want to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, he knows that, but he also knows that you’ll roll your eyes and step aside to let him in.

It’s turned into something of a game; a sick one, certainly, but a game nonetheless. Your foreplay is arguing. He grates on your nerves all day until you can’t stand to be around him, and then he shows up unannounced and you give in. It satisfies him to no end, how someone who hates him so much also needs him desperately, and you hate that you give that to him.

Tonight, like usual, he stood in your bedroom with his arms crossed, staring at you while he waited for you to undress. You played hard to get at first, telling him to do it himself if he wanted it so bad, but he stood rod straight and eyes unwavering. You relented after about forty-five seconds of eye contact.

You slipped your light sleep shorts down, exposing your bare pussy to him. Every time, he teases you about not wearing underwear, like you were waiting for him to come by.

He then told you to take off your tank top and you complied, seeing no point in resisting further. He grinned at the sight of your breasts and he reached out to flick at your nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

You didn’t kiss. It was the one unspoken rule, and honestly it seems a bit silly after everything else you have done together, but you can’t really imagine the Hangman giving you a sweet, tender kiss anyway.

Once he teased you about being so sweet and desperate as he touched your body possessively, he turned you around in his arms and pushed you over the edge of the bed.

He only ever fucks you from behind, and you’re thankful, because you wouldn’t be able to last more than a few minutes if you had to look at his handsome face and smug grin while he thrusted into you.

Now he has you on your stomach, ass in the air like he does every time, and he’s teasing your folds with the head of his cock. You know what he’s waiting for; he wants you to ask for it, but you never go down without a fight.

“Come on, sweetie, you always play this game. I know you want it, you know you want it, why don’t you just say it so we can get on with this, hm?” His voice is sugar sweet and beyond condescending. He talks to you like you’re dumb, and in any other situation, you’d break all those pearly white teeth, but like this…

“Please,” you grit out through your teeth.

“Please, what?” he pushes, just because he knows he can.

“Please fuck me right now before I kick you out.”

Jake’s laugh is low and smug in your ear, and it makes you burn with anger and arousal in equal measure.

He finally pushes in, and the feeling of his bare cock stretching you open forces a moan from your lips. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t like wearing condoms, and you only let him fuck you like this because you’re on the pill and you’re both tested on a regular basis. You’re not happy about how cocky he gets when he sees you the next morning, knowing that his cum is still inside you, though.

Jake doesn’t go slow, unless it’s a punishment for you. Right now, you’re not in trouble, so he fucks into you hard, hips slapping against yours. His thrusts are shallow but quick, like he’s already chasing his orgasm and just using your pussy to get off. You find it so hot and you hate him for it.

His hand grips your hips tightly, his fingers surely going to leave bruises on your skin. With each stroke, he sends his cock driving into your g-spot, making your toes curl, but the lack of friction on your clit prevents you from getting close. All you can do is take it.

Jake’s right hand moves from your hip to your shoulder, and he pushes you back against him so his cock can reach deeper.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight, princess. God, you’re squeezin’ the shit out of my cock. ‘m not gonna last long.”

Shocker.

Anything you meant to say came out a garbled mess of gibberish and moans, making you sound even more pathetic and fucked out.

You feel dull fingernails digging into the flesh of your ass, and you hiss through your teeth at the pain, but it’s not enough to tell him to stop. In fact, you kind of like it.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby. Tell me how much you love this dick,” he whispers harshly in your ear.

If there’s anything Jake loves more than pussy, it’s an ego boost, and you’d rather die than give him that. You stay as quiet as you can, put a few moans still slip through your lips accidentally.

You hear Jake growl, and before you realize he let go of your shoulder, you feel his hand in your hair, sharply tugging at your roots.

“Tell me,” he rasps. When you don’t answer, he pulls harder, pulling your head back and making your back arch. “You little brat.”

His hips are slamming against yours harder now, and he brings his hand down onto your ass as he pulls your hair, the pain hitting you and making you dizzy with pleasure.

“H-harder,” you gasp after a particularly hard tug.

“There we fuckin’ go,” he huffs but complies, pulling harder, making you cruse under your breath.

As good as it feels, you can’t cum like this. You pick your weight off of your hand and reach between your legs to rub at your clit, but you lose your balance and fall down, your shoulders and chest hitting the bed. Jake’s pace nor his hold on your hair relent, even with the change of position, and he continues to fuck you deep and hard as you toy with your clit.

“Cum on my fucking cock, princess. Let me feel that tight pussy milking me,” he hisses into your ear, and as if on cue, your orgasm washes over you in intense waves of pleasure and pain.

Though he sounds far away, you hear Jake curse as he fills you up with several ropes of cum. He loves to make a mess of you every time, and like always, you let him.

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Thanks for the reminder, I've had the prompt page open since yesterday in a tab. Can I prompt 06. — surface for either Brady and/or an OC of your choice, please?

Love that my little post from a bit ago reminded you that you wanted to send me something! 💙 I had to sit with this one a moment, as I'm still wrangling Brady in my brain, but landed on the following...

surface

He hears her before he sees her.

It’s rather a common occurrence on base these days. Can’t move five feet without hearing a woman’s raised voice carry over the din. Can’t set foot outside a hut without hearing their shouts or their laughter – in worst cases both at once – as if all of Thorpe Abbotts now belongs to them. The woman currently cursing up a storm in the belly of his plane is one of the worst offenders. Voice with the power of a foghorn, voice that only seems to stop when she’s eating or sleeping, voice that has all but elbowed its way into his subconsciousness already.

John Brady heaves a sigh. Takes another sip of his coffee while he leans against the one part of the space that hasn’t been subjected to her rather impressive array of tools. She treats this plane like she owns it, having draped her jacket over the other gun, using her previously pristine white scarf as an extra cloth to wipe the grime off her hands with before unceremoniously flinging it to the floor. He eyes the dirtied scarf a moment. Refocuses on her only when she lets out a rather large snort.

“You on your coffee break, Brady, or are you thinking ’bout helping?”

“Helping with what?”

She wipes at her forehead. Leaves it with streaks of black. “Damn gun keeps jamming on reload. Max complained about it after our last run. She kept having to slam down on it with her fist.” Her dark eyes narrow as she peers at the gun’s slide. “Son of a bitch is gonna cost me more work, think it needs to come apart before we’re wheels up again.”

“Just the one, not the other?” John nods at her jacket. Isn’t surprised when she nods back to indicate that only one of their guns is out for the count. “Sounds like a job for Morrison herself.”

“Max ain’t flying this one next time. Egan said she’s up with him, and Dee’s gonna be wheels up with Crank. Guess we’re getting one of their gunners in return?” She scoffs a moment. Rakes her short hair back best she can, which isn’t well at all. “Don’t you look at me like that, ain’t our fault brass keeps shuffling crews like a deck of cards!”

“Just wondering about the end game,” he says carefully, setting his empty cup down atop her toolbox. “They’ve been moving you around different crews since Trondheim. Filling gaps.”

“Softenin’ y’all up for more female replacements, more like,” she snipes. Her hands deftly pry a part of the gun away from the slide. “C’mere, hold this for me, easier with two”– and his hands are on the panel before he can think twice about following orders –“gonna get this baby up and running for you and me. I don’t wanna get mid-flight only for this to decide it don’t wanna play no more.”

John’s eyebrow raises. “Keeping me company, Perrault?”

Her laugh is throaty but loud. “Sweet baby Jesus, you and Darlene are just about the only ones gettin’ my name right around these parts. Egan keeps callin’ me Perry, for fuck’s sake, and all them rest calls me Push. Stupid nickname.” Her hand covers his a moment, directing him to the edge of the panel. He takes a shallow breath in through his mouth as she leans forward and fills the air with gasoline-and-grease smell. “But yeah, Jules said they were gonna shift me to your crew for the next run. Somethin’ about your engineer getting frostbite up in the turret?”

“Hole in his suit.”

“That’s shit,” she says conversationally, tugging at the gun between them until it clicks apart. “Can ya take me through this baby once we get this gun fixed? I like to know what I’m workin’ with. Know she had a belly landin’ not too long ago, yeah?” She hums as he kicks a wrench over to her. “Ken said she’s all right now, but I want a look at that landing gear before we go.”

“Landing gear should be okay. More worried about the plating around the second engine,” he confesses as he holds two parts of the gun while she’s loosening a third. “It felt like it wasn’t quite feathering the way it should.”

“What, on the surface? Or deeper?”

“Could be deeper. Think it’s surface.”

“You tell Ken that?” She grins at him, unapologetic, as he frowns at her. “Of course ya did. You’re a smart one, John Brady.”

“Perrault,” he says, feeling just a little unmoored about the totally sober way she just called him smart, “just don’t get frostbite up there.”

He flinches a little at her booming laugh. Bites his tongue when her oil-stained hand lands atop his. She pats it reassuringly, as if that’s answer enough in the universe she inhabits. No boundaries between pilot and engineer, or so Bucky would say. The man’s insane.

“Chin up,” she says, then, and her hand squeezes his fingers before letting go. “Your face went all sour lemon. Thinking about repairs?”

“Bucky and his big mouth, actually,” he says, before he can stop himself.

Perrault lets out a groan that practically reverberates off the walls. “Please, say no more.”

“You too?”

He decides he likes Perrault just plenty when she rolls her eyes and slams the wrench down on the gun’s chamber. “Lord, where do we start?”

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baker-coded · 9 months

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Barbie and Ken {S.H.}

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Steve Harrington x reader

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 870

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Steve sees you for the first time in a while at the bookstore while getting a present from Robin.

𝓐/𝓝: I wrote this in an hour. Be nice. Also I'm back to writing again so woo fucking hoo. This is set up to be a series btw. And Barbie isn't reader's name but I really hate typing {Y/N} personally. It feels unnatural to me. Anyway. Enjoy <3

Ah yes, Steve Harrington. He goes by many names. "Steve". "Steven". "The Hair". "King Steve". And, sometimes, simply "Harrington" by teammates and coaches... and rivals. Most notably Billy Hargrove.

But this story isn't about those two.

It's about you. And Steve.

You've gone by a few names yourself in your high school years and post-high school it's like no one bothered to learn your name.

"Queen Barbie" is what they called you. "Queen Barbie" was known as a sweet girl by most people and regarded as a bitch to others. But nothing played into your "Barbie" persona as much as your love for the color pink and the smile that constantly adorned your face.

Always smiling even while you worked. It was a job you loved in all fairness. A bookstore. Quiet. Not a lot of people passing through. And you loved it.

The bookstore was a nice change of pace from high school. It was small and family owned. Not by your family of course, you and your family had... issues to say the least. But that's a story for another time.

In school you wore hot pinks and baby pinks paired with white or gold. Working you went for more muted pinks. But pink is pink and nothing has made you less "Queen Barbie".

And nothing made Steve less "King Steve".

Especially when he came in to buy Robin a book for her birthday. If anything that made him better in your eyes. Steve was always kind to you but you never were into him like everyone expected you to be. He was sweet to you but you knew he was kind of an asshole to others.

He came up to the counter with a copy of Patience and Sarah. You saw the book before him and got excited about it.

"Oh this is a wonderful book. Good choice." You said happily as you took it. You turned the book on its back and put the price in the register as you spoke. "It's about a woman and her lover, who's another woman. One of the main characters is pretty masculine and she eventually 'transitions' to a man kinda. Then she goes by- You know what? I'm sorry. I'm rattling on. Uh... it's five nineteen."

Steve just smiled and nodded at you as he got out his wallet. "I didn't know you read that much Barbie."

Your head snapped up to see Steve, in all his glory. His hair was shorter than you remembered, maybe a bit flatter. He was definitely more muscular but you didn't really know what he's been doing to be so much stronger looking.

You hadn't realized how he had freckles in school. They looked good. And he had the prettiest eyes. And he also-

"Uh... receipt?" Your mouth stopped your thoughts. Auto pilot can really be a bitch sometimes.

Steve seemed to be in the same boat. He looked startled when you asked. "Oh, uh, yes please. It's a gift for a friend."

You smiled and handed him the receipt. "I think we have gift wrap in the back. I can wrap it for you!" You offered, totally not still thinking about his eyes and freckles.

Steve's eyes widened as he nodded. "Please. Their birthday is tomorrow."

"King Steve doing something last minute? I'm surprised!" You teased. "I'll go wrap it."

You took the book and went into the back room to wrap it. It wasn't official wrapping paper. It was just brown paper with book covers printed on it. You put a "To/from" sticker on it and came out with a sharpie.

Steve was standing awkwardly by the counter and his face lit up when he saw you with the now wrapped book. He went to grab it from you and you pulled the book back.

"I remember your handwriting." Was all you said to him. You set the book on the counter and took the lid from the sharpie. "Who's it for?"

"Robin Bobbin Buckley."

You blinked at him in confusion. "Is that their name or...?"

"It's more of an in joke."

"Cute."

You could have sworn Steve's cheeks turned pink slightly but you had no idea. You knew he didn't really blush so it was hard to decipher if it was blush or the summer heat was seeping into the store.

Steve rocked back and forth for a few moments as you wrote down what he told you. You had barely finished when he blurted out: "Barbie let's go on a date."

"What?"

Steve stumbled for a second before finally getting out a coherent phrase. "Date. Me. Please?"

You smiled and handed him the book. "How about in two days yeah? Your friends birthday is tomorrow."

Steve smiled and took the book from you. "I can do that. That works. Movies?"

"Just like school."

"Exactly Barbie." He chuckled. "I know how much you love drive-ins and milkshakes."

"It's fun!"

"I agree! That's why Saturday at 8 is going to be the perfect time."

"I can't wait Steve."

Steve left the store as casually as he could before absolutely freaking out in his car. He couldn't believe he got you. And he was gonna do his damnedest to keep you.

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punk-in-docs · 2 years

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🕷Wolf Men & Secret Heists🕷

Eddie Munson x Reader

9.2k words.

Behind closed doors and locked in shadows. Woven in between all these things, it seems a great burning crush is being harboured in the pair of your huge hearts.

“Hey.” You breathe. You almost sound nervous. You hate that you do.

In the half dark you can see Eddie’s eyes look stunning black. Big pretty tar pits that tug. His grin flicks into white.

“Hey.” He answers back.

Trying not to trip over where he stood. He’s certain you’d be able to hear the way his heart is pounding his ribs so hard, like it’s rattling against the barred window of his bones.

Or;

You and Eddie enjoy a rendezvous in a storage closet at school. Some inevitably dirty stuff happens-

Warning: There is smut in this! Fingering /sex references and all manner of dirty talk. follow the rest of the Super Freak series here-

Heels that click and clack on lino. That’s how you know your friend has arrived. She’s stomping up to your locker and to no one’s surprise- first thing she does?

She whines.

All scary padded shoulders in her bleached denim jacket glittering with rhinestones. Neon blonde hair piled up and bouncing. Plastic pink hoops rattle in her ears.

“My life stinks. I woke up with a zit on my chin. And I think I’m getting a fat ass.” Linda slumps against your locker with a scowl like her world simply must be ending.

“Good morning is the more traditional greeting.” You comment.

Side eyeing her, as you move her aside with your binder, to wrench open your locker. Actually getting some books out to do some learning.

She didn’t even bother to look pleased at the fact you were back and feeling much better- by the way. So nothing much had changed there.

Linda was still her vacuous-poison slinging self. School was the ever steady same. A crush of gossip, hormones, pooling levels of geekdom, and elitist social strata.

Your world was back to rights, so it seemed.

You rummaged in your locker for your weighty English textbooks. Linda shoved a stick of pink gum in her mouth. Shrewdly eyed you up and down as she slowly chewed. Judging you from under those periwinkle eye-shadowed lids. Long flick of mascara on her lashes. Neon pink heavily dusted on her cheekbones.

“Why do you look different?” She asks you with one raised brow. Trying to put her manicured finger on it.

“Do I?” You comment. Knowing full well you do. Maybe you allow yourself a small mercy of a half smile at that.

You’d left your hair down. Sprayed perfume on your wrists and neck again. Prettied up more than you would for school usually. Dare you say it, you’d even put on mascara this morning. Just a little indulgence.

You’d wanted to rectify the situation; the last time he saw you, would leave him the lingering memory of unshaved legs, untamed bed hair, and snoopy shorts. And you probably looked green from being sick.

You felt this outfit was a must, to clear the air. So to speak.

You’d dived submariner level deep into the back of your closet to find this dress. A simple cream button up with red flowers swirled all over. Little cute climbing roses. You wore it with just your white socks and your old sneakers.

Right day for a dress outside. It was that soupy kinda Indiana day that lingered, pressing sunshine down with stuffy mugginess.

You keep the real reason you’d prettied up very close to your chest. She’s already checking her hair in her compact. Despite the fact she probably checked it five seconds ago before climbing out Jonny’s wagon of a car.

“Laundry day?” Linda asked with a staining tone of judgement at the end of her question. Eyes on her own reflection. Not turned to you.

“Yeah.” You beam. Because it was easy to sway her. And that padded lie was far more preferable to the truth. Not that she’d bother at all.

You didn’t, couldn’t, pique her interest unless gossip or bitching was involved. You mainly leave that acidic, razor-studded ball in her court.

You missed the old Linda sometimes. That Linda.

The goof she’d been before High School and it’s noxious halls grabbed a hold of her. She used to love books. Nerdishly so. Always with the books. Wore a bright yellow camp fun time t-shirt and used to adore thrashing around your room to your Romeo Void cassettes. The way she used to chug a coke and burp afterwards cause she didn’t give a shit if it wasn’t ladylike.

Then it was like someone flipped a switch halfway through your freshman year.

Suddenly she was all about what was the right table to sit at. Worried about being visible. Started ranting about cute purses and funky tight pucci tops. The right clothes she went broke trying to buy, to stay current. Cause ew vintage clothes. What the fuck. This isn’t the 70’s anymore grandma.

She compromised instantly on who she would be. She grew up, apparently. You like to think you never did take that full compromise.

You missed the same scruffy kid as you. Joined at the hip like twins. With her mousy brunette and un-permed hair (shocking, unthinkable) the way she wore scuffed muddy kneed jeans and sneakers to school like you, and boys had been a distant and irritating spec on her radar.

The way she got more and more hung up on hot pink nail polish, hormones and chasing after scoring beer and trashy sex. How she’d rather be flipping through glossy fashion magazines and gossip columns than her actual studies.

Your friend, who she was in the before, would have been straight round to you like a shot, once upon a time if you’d been sick. Or not at school for even one class. She’d whine at you, and irritate, until you felt better.

She’d have slung her ass over to yours in an instant, burst through the door to raid your fridge. Sat criss cross applesauce on your bedroom carpet throwing flowery pillows and your teddies at you, because she was bored at school on her own. And how dare you-

Now all she wanted to do was pop pink bubbles of gum on the sidelines of her boyfriends basketball games, and natter away to preppy airhead cheerleaders, rather than put any effort into her own life.

She became the bitchy stooge you’d always sworn to hate when you were little kids. Erecting makeshift tents in your bedrooms and telling ghost stories.

No rectifying it now. She’s in way too over her permed head. Drawn to the dark side.

Her life now is lipsticks, new mini skirts, and blowjobs. And she revolves around her thug boyfriend like one of Jupiter’s moons. Heaven forfend she ever falls out of orbit.

You mourn it for a second. Looking at her inspecting her one very small zit, probing a finger to it, like its satan’s own hell spawn nesting on her face.

“I should be in fucking Notre Dame bell tower.” She grumps.

You dig in your locker some more. Shake your head with a sigh. Strong arming all your books in hand. Hunting for the one for your chemistry class that began in ten minutes. You shift stuff onto your hip.

“Paper bag over your head?” You suggest.

She scoffs at you. “Nice.” Knocks her elbow into your locker door to hit it up against you.

A shadow brushes past you. A disgusting greasy wash of assaulting Paco Rabanne stinks up the air. All spice and wood, overpowering.

You fight to roll your eyes. Her revolting boyfriend lumbered past you. All cologne and seriously no braincells.

“Baby.” She chirps all sweet. Demeanour swirling into sugary sweetness. They’re acting like they didn’t just see each other two minutes ago.

“Hey.” He gives her that lopsided too white grin.

She folds her arms out for him and he kisses her right up against the locker door. Tongue noises and mouthing, sucking making you feel suddenly like vomiting again. That wasn’t kissing. It was like he was trying to swallow her. Suck parts of her face off in slurpy chunks.

“What you doing after school tonight?” He asks close to her ear but loud enough for all to hear.

“You, probably.” She flirts. Eyeing him like he was a full steak dinner. Dragging her sharp nails down his letterman.

“Christ.” You wince in revulsion. They resume tangling and knotting their tongues.

“Can we help you?” Linda asks when they stop sucking face. Having heard your gripes. Her lips were red swollen already.

You glare, boredly. “Yes. Give me a larger sphere of personal space. Couple of hundred miles should do.”

“What’s up your ass, Picasso?” Jonny asks as he splays a hand against the locker near her shoulder. Her spit is gleaming wet on his lips. Charming.

He used that really clever arty nickname he’s assigned to you. You half wonder if it’s because he hasn’t got the mental acuity to learn your name. Or if he even bothered to know it. Probably couldn’t even spell it-

“No one as per usual.” Linda sighs in a cruel little jab.

You bite back the strong urge to kick her in the leg. You really do bite your tongue so hard it stings. You wanna shout:

Eddie Munson. That’s who, Linda. Eddie goddamn freak fucking Munson is currently so far up my ass. Matter of fact, he’s so balls deep I can feel his cock tickling in my throat. Kay?

If only you could say those words aloud. Open up your mouth and let them tumble past your teeth, unfurl from the bed of your tongue.

You could only imagine. Their faces would be pure comedy gold reacting to that news. You’d walk down these halls cackling and blast the finger at them.

Jonny pipes up to you.

“I got a buddy, Derek, whose looking for a date to the game. You’re like, kinda his type.” He offers up to you. Eyeing your chest when he remembered his buddy said something about liking big tits.

Your eyes sharpen with frost creeping in at the corners.

“I’d rather lick a filthy toilet bowl. Thank you.” You beam all sweet. Venom punctuating your smile.

“She doesn’t date jocks. Her idea of a hot date is a library group study session.” Linda explains.

Yes. That’s my idea of a blistering hot foursome, you think.

“Hey. The head librarian is a total hot fox. Maybe tonight is the night I’ll finally score.” You play around. Waggle your brows.

“Shit. You eat beaver?” Jonny asks dumbly. Laugh grazed on his voice.

You make a disgusted face. Of course that’s a sick term only a meat head jock would use.

“That would explain so much.” Linda tilts her head at you meanly. He mutters something to her and she laughs.

“Glad I can amuse.” You scathe.

They smile all bratty together, not listening to you, and then they go back to their mating ritual. She wraps her arm around his neck. Mussing those sweaty looking blonde curls of his.

They finally break apart. He’s wearing so much of her waxy pink lipstick. “I’ll swing by for you around seven- wear that pink thing I like.” He asks.

She giggles all squeaky. They kiss. Again.

You feel like you’re watching an exhibit at the zoo enclosure. Gag.

You shut your locker. You’ve heard enough. “See you in class. If you can remember to stop humping.”

They don’t even hear you. Rolling your eyes. They’d only break apart with brute force. Or if a teacher walks past and throws the safe sex advice at their backs. Telling them to disperse. This isn’t a brothel.

You start down the halls and away from hormone-and-braincell-dead central. Leaving them to it. You clutch your books and weave past people.

And you’re suddenly awfully cheered. Perked up by the sight a few locker rows down from you. Why, it’s your favourite ever metal head.

Eddie has his head shoved in his locker. Up on his tippy toes rifling through for something. Scooping his hand right to the back.

You know just from essences of his character you’d already gleaned, that his locker would be an absolute garbage tip.

Littered with trinkets and random mementos. DND dice. A pack of playing cards. A dead can of spray paint in chilli neon red. Cool pebbles or stones he’d found outside the trailer. Odd pencils and plastic figurines from cereal boxes and his Hellfire club. Loose erasers. Pencil shavings. Broken Metal cassettes.

Possibly long forgotten school text books, lost in amongst crumpled leafs of odd paper, scored with old ideas for campaigns. Old purple and red sharpies and dead ones he doesn’t use anymore but clings onto them anyway. For god knows whatever reason-

When you scoot up to his side and tap him gently on the leather shoulder. He shoots five feet in the air, like a startled firework that’s just been let off.

Bless the boy. You made him screech and jump. He jerks back and his shoulder slams into his open locker door.

He splays his ringed hand wide over his raging heart and calms when he sees it’s you. Huge puddles of muddy brown he has for eyes widened, big as saucers. Now they relax when he falls onto the shape of you.

Ceases screeching when he does see it’s you. Smile curls up the side of his mouth instead.

Cause, Holy shit, it’s you.

His voice breaks on the first word when he speaks. “Jesus fucking christ of Nazareth, Pencils.”

You flinch. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you Munson.”

He leans against his locker for support and laughs under his breath. “Holy hell. I’m not used to that. How stealthily do you move around. My god-“

His eyes fix onto yours. Eye contact that sets shimmers living inside your skin.

“I never considered myself as particularly covert.” You offer.

“Honey. Trust me. You could work for the CIA.”

You preen a little with the way he calls you honey.

“Not sure I’m entirely what they’re looking for you know.” You tilt your head and smile.

He smiles back. It’s magnetic.

Your smile just pulls things out of him. Cute sweet things like fluffy pink kittens and rose petals. He looks at you and it’s like, maybe it’s stupid as shit, but he feels like someone has finally found him.

“You didn’t die. I’m so relieved. You’re feeling better?” He asks all curious as he shuts his locker door.

Violet purple sharpie in hand. He uses the shutting of his door, as an excuse to sidle up close to your side.

You’re not going anywhere. You sought him out. Stood holding your books and talking to him and- god. This is like the fucking high school romance in some tacky movie. And he’s the lead.

You’re wearing a dress. He makes his twitchy eyes focus on your face. Because he’s so tempted to let his eyes soak and swim up and down the rest of you. And he’s trying so much not to act like a sexual slobbering deviant with you nearby.

Your hair was down. So pretty. It looked so soft. He bet it still smelled gorgeous too. Still wearing that tropical sweet bite of coconut from before. Your legs were bare and you wore your paint spattered sneakers. Sweet little red roses swirled on your dress.

“Much better actually. I had one hell of a great nurse.” You lean in an tease him a little.

“Florence.” You smile, saying it lowly.

He blushed. Dear god, how he blushed at that praise. His cheeks filled ruddy with it.

You realise you’ve caught him off guard and hooked this bizarre vulnerability out of him. Keeping him caught on his toes. Literally.

He bites his lip. “Yeah but I can’t promise I’d look good in nurses uniform, pencils.” He winced at the thought.

“I think you’d pull it off nicely.” You assume. He chuckles.

“Don’t think I have the equipment to fill it out.” He grins as he twirls the sharpie in his hand.

Nerves. Just silly infatuated nerves. He picks idly at the peeling metal stickers on his locker door with a thumb nail.

You’re stood near his locker in public, in full view of the eyes of everyone in this hallway. You’re here, you’re so cool about it. In ways he can’t be.

Stood there all cute, and there’s your perfume sneaking across to him like oranges and petals, and there’s flirting skated on your voice and your smile- holy fuck.

He didn’t think you’d want to openly come up to him in front of everyone like this. He’s so happy he’s not listening to those fetid bear traps of usual Munson anxiety littered in his head.

You want to kiss him so badly right now it’s driving you into madness. When his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You follow the movement almost hungrily. Those heaven looking lips. Now you’re feeling better, you can’t ignore it in this close vicinity.

You want Eddie.

And the look he returns back, seems like a full reciprocation on those wants.

“How’s our respective friend the dragon doing?” He asks. Otherwise he’ll just blush and stare at your lips.

He tries not to skate his eyes over your scooped neckline (he fails) He can’t help it. He’s a simple man composed of hormones and he’s dying, actually slowly crawling to a painful death, to see more of you under that dress.

“Currently wrapped around her ogre of a boyfriend.” You nudge your head over your shoulder. He peers.

“Ew. Now that’s gotta be unsanitary.” He drags his eyes down the lockers and quickly sees exactly what you meanHe puts one hand on his hip. Is very quick to focus his eyes back on you. Fuck that noise. You’re by far a prettier sight to rest his eyes on.

“They won’t need to show sex ed classes anymore. They’re one strawberry flavoured condom away from putting on a little dirty show.” You smirk. Pure horror at the notion etched on your face

Eddie smirks all wide in agreement. “And in the hallways too.” He tutts like a scandalised nun.

“Have they no shame?” He asks you in faked affronted mockery.

“Should try carpooling with her. Her hand so far up his leg it borders on a porno shoot.” You shudder.

“Your poor eyes.” He says worriedly. He does worry for them. You’d have to scrub that image away with stinging water and soap. Maybe he could help. Nurse Munson and all that-

He shoots forwards and cups the side of your head like he could pull out the foul memory by osmosis alone.

His warm hand on your head fired up so much passion in your blood. Your veins skip and pop and sing with the bliss of his touch. It’s insane.

There’s that tender eye contact again. The one that feels like the start of a wildfire in your heart. Swirls up and swells, desolated everything in it’s wake. Both bursting with things unsaid. Things you want to be done-

Undone is more like it.

You’re fully ready to admit you would like to be the one wrapped around Eddie this hallway with your horny tongues down each other’s throats. Hands crammed in back blue jean pockets. One last hickie before the class bell goes.

“Hey uhm. Do you have a free period today?” You ask him. Curious smile.

You’re shuffling things in your hands. You bring a pencil out the tucked pocket of your binder. Yellow legal pad on top of your pile.

“Mmmm. Maybe I’ve a three third. Why’s that?” He plays with you. Smiling at you with cheekiness all smug on his amused mouth.

Your smile grows to hear it. “Oh nothing big. I thought we could uh, don some rubber face masks and pull a bank job that’s all.”

He bubbles up with laughter. That straight shiny grin of his you’re head over heels for.

“Hey I call dibs on wolfman mask. Alright?”

He then howls a loud ‘Aroooooooo’ which makes the poor kid walking along next to you to stumble back into someone else, all skittish. Almost caused a pile up in the crushing throng of bodies walking past.

You both giggle about it when the poor kid can’t zoom away down the hall fast enough to get away from you.

“Another great movie by the way. I watched it so much as a kid I think Wayne thought I’d go nocturnal, sprout fur and fangs, and eat sheep on Friday nights.”

You chuckle. “Well. You know. A hobby is a hobby. He shouldn’t judge.”

“And I guess that leaves me with the choice of Clown mask or Michael Myers.” You decide. Tilting your head.

“I think you could pull it off pencils.” He flirts. “I have faith in your abilities.”

“So where we running to after this heist? I assume we’ll have to go underground. Assume new identities. Or hell. Let’s leave the country. Spend our spoils.” He narrows his eyes. Plays along.

“Ah see. I thought Tijuana.” You offer up.

He points at you. Brows raised under those bangs like he’s considering it. “I like Tequila. Let’s go for it.”

“Probably shouldn’t keep discussing it out in the open. Loose lips sink ships.” You warn.

“Honey, everyone here is not even paying the slightest attention to us. Not with Malibu Barbie and Ken putting on their National geographic reproduction special down there.”

As he turns and rants, you decide to surprise him by leaning right in and smacking a kiss right into his cheek. Up on your tiptoes to reach him. Apples and cigarettes mingled with old leather. Smoky scent of Eddie.

The look on his face: utterly priceless. Cheeks flaming red. Eyes stuck on you.

When you bite your lip still smirking and scribble on your pad of paper. Eddie thinks his heart may be about to actually fucking grind to a stop.

He needed a nurse now. Goddammit. A nurse. A cigarette. Defibrillator. A cold beer. In that order.

He thought it would be the booze or cigarettes that would get him, one day. Or the way he drives, that borders on escaped lunatic driven to maniacal suicide. But oh no.

It’s you that’s gonna get him. Gonna pump his pathetic little heart off it’s mortal coil.

Eddie, my boy. It’s always the pretty ones that will try and kill you.

He feels like his little overwhelmed heart is one large throbbing entity now ruling his entire freakin body.

Your stood so close your books almost brush into his chest where you hold them. Where you look down and scribble on your paper. You tear off the bottom of the paper and hand him the jagged slip.

“So. Maybe in your free, you can meet me. Here.” You tap the end your pencil to the paper you pressed into his hands.

He looks down at your neat loopy hand. Definitely had an artist’s slant about it. You’ve written directions on there;

Art department. Down the corridor. Closet opposite the Degas ballet rehearsal poster.

Eddies eyes flick back up to you. “Closet huh?”

He remembers with alarming alacrity what happened the last time the pair of you were in an enclosed dark space. Hands wandered and there was an insanely hot amount of making out.

He’d had that thought of you with fever hot hands on him peppered through his dreams for the last week. He may have jerked off to the memory of it a couple times. Hence why he’s just falling to pieces right here in front of you, now.

You offer a flirty look right back. Boldly you meet his gaze. “All heists should be planned in secret. And storage closets are kind of our thing now.”

“Damn. We have a thing.” He shakes his head at you. “Smooth talker.”

You blush and look down as you laugh at his crass joke. Maybe that’s exactly what you hoped.

Eddie is struggling to believe he’s the one to pull a blush out of a girl merely with his words. That’s never happened to him before. He liked the hell out of it.

“Count me in, I’ll be there.” He tucks the slip of paper in his pocket. Patting it after. Safe keeping. Breast pocket. Stuffed right close to his heart.

You nod. “Good. Because. Uh-“ You step right in and whisper those words to him. “I’ve been thinking about you a stupid unhealthy crazy amount.” You confess.

“That absolutely makes two of us.” He meets you head on in this crush.

“So I can’t be held responsible for my damages when I get you alone in the dark, again Munson.”

Eddie nearly falls over. And he’s stood leaning against a very hard, very solid stationary surface.

And he’s thought about some very very filthy shit with regards to you and darkened spaces. Things involving his bandanna tied around your eyes. Or binding your wrists. He thought about sucking and biting on your neck to hear more of those delicious yelps.

He thought about kissing you to absolute air starved death. About anything and every which way you could enjoy twisty hot n’ heavy sex, in numerous wild positions.

He swallows right now. And he really, reallyhas to fight the urge to shove his mouth onto yours, right here, and now. He wants to taste you. Slam your back to this locker and shove his tongue in the smiling cup of your mouth.

He wants under your dress. Pawing at you like a pervert. He feels like some parts of him will never recover from this. Ever.

“Goddamn pencils.” He whispers to you lowly. He almost moaned it. It shot straight to your gut. Lightning zap powerful.

Those dazzling chocolate drop eyes. He looks drunk with you. Hungry for you.

The shrill school Bell cuts into your heated atmosphere. You bite your lip and hate that you have to step back. More distance that you didn’t want or need. Fuck.

“See you there?” You step away. Voice laced with hope.

He’d tug you along there right now if he could.

“You betcha sweet lips I’ll see you there.” He grins. It’s maniacal and so sexy of him.

You join the crowds and melt into them as you walk away. Unable to resist leaving him with a smile flicked over your shoulder.

When you get back to Linda she didn’t even know you’d gone.

Eddie watches you the whole time before he had to peel his eyes away, and turn his mind to definitely less important things. Picking through crowds for you.

Mirrors on the ceiling. Pink champagne on ice. Welcome to Hotel California. Ready a room for one please-

Cause it’s sappy as fuck, he’s well aware, but he never wants to check out of or quit this feeling you leave in him. He’s scrounging for more. Always more. Hopefully come his free he can have it.

Free period better hurry it’s ass along-

Ballerinas. Where the ever living fuck were these damn ballerinas.

Eddie wanders along the arty corridors. Looking very out of place as he had done the last time. Paper scrunched in his clammy palms. Golden ticket.

When people appear walking the other way, heading for him, he ducks and squirrels it over to the nearest display. Hair whipping behind him. Wallet chain tapping his Jean thigh.

Pretends to be very seriously studying the artwork pinned to the cork boards on the walls. Graphite smudged fruit bowls. Interesting

Hands behind his back. Peering around at the people shuffling past him.

They continue on down the hall with their sketchbooks in hand. Bumping into each other and telling jokes and utterly engulfed in their conversation.

They don’t give him so much as a cursory glance. Like he’s suddenly melded as one with the walls. All the better.

He stands with his hands behind his back and leans back from his hips. Swaying to watch them walk away and stoutly ignore the lingering metal head.

When they disappear out the doors, he’s on the move before they’re even ripped out of sight. Trying to be stealthy and quick about this. He scurries along like a scampering cat. Worried a teacher is gonna catch him and then he’s gonna have to slink his sorry ass outta here.

Zips at top speed down the hallways. Nimble on his sneakered feet. Most of the classroom doors were shut. Noise happening behind them. Art classes being dictated. Creations flourishing under tip of graphite pencil scraping on paper.

The humming whirl of pottery wheels down at the end of the hall. That same smell of sticky old paint and dry clay dust. Sad pot plant table to the side again. In all its droopy unloved glory.

Posters with names of artists he’s never heard of whizz him by. His eyes pick apart every one. Blue almond branches all twisted and nutty brown. Not the one he needsthough-

“Ballerinas.” He hums to himself.

Tutus and plié’s and all that shit. Eyes speedily scanning the walls. Flicking around in the way that makes him look manic. And then-

He sees it. Inconspicuously tacked to the wall. Mouldy mustard walls on a drab background only punctuated with the milky blue light of ballet dancers. He grins as he shoves the paper back in his pocket.

His eyes flick from that poster to the door opposite. Shabby old thing. The old sign on it looked weathered. Bold printed letters that read ‘Storage.’ He bites his lower lip in a smile.

Bingo, baby.

He’s at the door like a flash. Twisting his head around shoulder to shoulder to see if there’s anyone. Hair whipping around his eager face.

He shoves that handle so hard and slips inside the closet, it’s a wonder he didn’t break the thing.

His eyes adjust to the darkness inside. There’s old drying racks. Shelves for storage. Old paint tins. Old cloth canvases. Rolled up painted scenery curtains from the canteen stage, bunched up to one side. Dusted in spiderwebs and forgotten. Some wash of blue dotted with snow from a Nativity scene. Some foggy green garden from a tenth grade Shakespeare play from long ago.

He steps forwards. Eyes fading comfortably into the darkness. And there you are.

You’d put watermelon lip smacker on. Fluffed your hair. Rubbed a little dribble of perfume at your wrists.

Biting your lip all nervous and fiddling with your skirt. Floundering on the spot at the end by a low bench table. The space seems to be crushing down on you both. The realisation you’re truly alone again comes stifling as a vice.

Behind closed doors and locked in shadows. Woven in between all these things, it seems a great burning crush is being harboured in the pair of your huge hearts.

“Hey.” You breathe. You almost sound nervous. You hate that you do.

In the half dark you can see Eddie’s eyes look stunning black. Big pretty tar pits that tug. His grin flicks into white.

“Hey.” He answers back.

Trying not to trip over where he stood. He’s certain you’d be able to hear the way his heart is pounding his ribs so hard, like it’s rattling against the barred window of his bones.

“Funny seeing you in here.” He comments. That flash of his bone dry wryness rearing its head. He picks his way through the dark to you. Hands lingering on his hips.

He sees the smirk it draws from you. Eyes glitter in the dim.

“Yeah. Often hang out in here on the off chance someone wanders in.” You shrugged. Humour laced your voice.

“Like a spider, building her clever web.” Eddie widens his eyes.

Swaggers nearer to you. Closing in. His stomach tightens in want with every step his legs eat up.

“Very metal. Very sexy.” He adds. Tilting his head and his smirk at you. He hears how that made your breath hitch.

“Guess that makes you my prey then doesn’t it?” You tease.

He’s one step away. Moving closer to you in that dancy-swirly way he does. Other people walk. You’d have to come up with a whole new word for the way Eddie Munson moves.

“Oh. Happily baby.” He drawls. He’s right in front of you.

Your breath is getting scarce. Lungs shrinking in your chest like weedy little deflated balloons.

The eye contact can only be described as the most insanely hot thing you’ve ever felt. Tugging yanking warm static bursting in your belly.

“You uh. You, look really pretty today, by the way.” He says so earnestly. Makes your heart squeeze and flip. Your cheeks are blood hot. Rushing full with it.

He gently places a comfortable hand over your hipbone. Eyes glued to yours to check this is ok. Every inch he covers he’ll always be checking that it fits safely into the parameters of your boundaries.

“Better than snoopy bed shorts?” You ask.

“I’m a fan of both. As I believe I said once, it’s not your clothes I’m looking at. It’s the girl under them.”

“That’s sweet.” You beam.

He slides fowards. Hips crushed to yours. You cup the side of his cheek. Feeling the slight push of stubble. His hands smoothed over your hips. Settled back on the dip of you there.

“Although- I’d quite like to see more of the girl under them too. Key word being, under.” He flirts boldly.

“Stop talking already and kiss me, Munson.” You laugh.

“See, your cunning plan of lying in wait worked, Ms. Black widow. You got me…”

Because even when he’s zoning in to kiss you, he still has to make noise about it. Of course. He’s like a heat lamp that never shuts up-

You shut him up indefinitely - or for who knows how long - not very long you bet - when you slant your smiling mouth across his.

Keeping him there as you smile against his mouth. Hand cupping the back of that wild haired head, the brain inside that seemingly that never stops churning.

Maybe you could make it still and calm for just a little while-

Eddie moans into your mouth and fully wraps you closer. Arms crossing over your back. Fully seating you inside the safe bands of his arms, crushed in the enclosure of his chest.

You stumble back and you pull him in with you. Arm around his neck and brushing that DIO patch. When you pull away to gasp for air, he wastes no time. Nosing at your neck to make your knees quake.

“I missed you like, an insane fucking amount, pencils.” He says inbetween mouthing at your jaw and under your ear. Kissing and sucking. Biting gently and soothing with his lips.

Your heart is slamming for attention in your hipbones. You’d let it slip from your memory how magical this boys lips are.

The night after he climbed out your window, when you woke up in the morning, alone. That hit hard. Of course you didn’t expect him to stay. But half of you wondered.

For just a second you pawed at the pillow next to you. Fingertips sinking into the worn old cotton. Still clinging with the scent of cigarettes and apples. Your chest swallowed up your heart cause- you just ached after him. Such a loud messy ball of kinetic energy that made such a pulsing groaning absence when he wasn’t there.

You wanted to just listen to him breathe down the phone to you. Spend hours and hours wasting time listening to the shuffle and shift crackle of the line and his manic laugh down the other end. Just making him break into a smile turns your whole day on it’s head. Tips you inside out and throws you round.

You can’t love him small. Or quietly. And you’ve never realised that before now. And that emotion is running into you now, headlong, like a fucking freight train.

“I missed you too.” You say. Clutching at his shoulders like you needed him to keep you rooted to this earth.

And your heart clenched cause it was so true it hurt. You’re almost in agony with it.

Sensing the neediness in your voice, he wraps you up in a kiss again. Each other’s spit skated on your lips.

It’s filthy and simply glorious.

“How much did you miss me?” He grins. All playful and toying with you even though your all wrapped up into him. Seeking quantifiable terms.

You pull his face in again and kiss him in a way you hope comes across as suitably needy answer.

This damn much, you dope.

Thumb stroking over his cheekbone. Fingertips sliding into his hair. He huffs in pleasure with the dirty way you kiss. Eyes rolling back in his head.

You’re kissing him open. Licking into his mouth. Finding his tongue with your own in a way that gets him hooked.

“Eddie.” You whine against his mouth. Almost whimper his name. Pressing it to his teeth.

Okay. His heart may actually fucking explode. Top of his head is gonna pop off like a champagne cork.

His hips roll onto you. Long slow roll. Languid smooth like bourbon. Pressing the start of a very hard erection into your belly. Stiff against his zipper.

His hands slip down your waist and he claws into the cheeks of your ass. You give him another one of those delicious sounding whines.

“Fuck.” Comes tumbling out his mouth when he realises he was grinding shamelessly into you. He shifts to pull back to say something-

“Shit-fuck- sorry, I didn’t uh mean to-”

He’s not going anywhere. Your hands yank into his lapels and then there’s this moan from you that spills into his mouth. You speak the words to his mouth. Sharing the same air. You give him a tangible direction he can follow.

“Fuck Eddie. Don’t stop.”

His knees almost give way. Thankfully, he’s got you to lean into.

“Mmm god fucking fuck, pencils the things I wanna do to you…” He mumbles. His voice dipping low and breaking with need as he grinds those hips into you once again.

“Yeah?” You smile when he ducks to hungrily suck at your neck again. “Why don’t you tell me about those things. I’d love to hear them.”

You cup his head. Let him wander all over you. Mashing your lips to his with no musicality. All hunger. But just anything anything anything for that graze of friction.

You reel him in and you’re winding your pelvis in a circle against his. He almost trembles with the pleasure of it. He groans into your lips and devours your mouth as you push your hips together.

“Filthy things. Wanna grab your tits and lick your nipples. I-oh Jesus. I wanna, hmm, finger you until you wet my whole hand, baby. Can’t get enough of you. I wanna get you off again and again.” He sighs.

His reward for his filthy wants is your hand sneaking to the front of his jeans and cupping his stiff bulge. His whole body jerks like a live wire shock.

“I want all of that.” You tell him. Matching him step for step in this desire. Your fingers spread out, cupping the whole length of him. Palming his balls too. The pain of it being through the denim is like a half sensation and to his shame it turns him on more.

“You got me thinking filthy too. I’ve dreamt about what it would be like for you to work your dick into me. Stretch me open.” Cause he feels girthy. Maybe you could have a flip side to this freak nickname. Sex freak.

“Shit.” He whines.

Closing his eyes against your neck. Ringed fingers wrapping right around your wrist. You got him almost drooling down your collarbone.

“Fuck baby, yeah. Touch me.” He murmurs desperately.

Guiding your hand to rub against his cock even harder. He almost choked when you fiddled and clunked with buckles to get his belt undone and slipped your hand inside. Stroking over the barrier of his underwear. His hips rutted to you.

You met that rhythm with winding thrusts and roll of your own hips. So damn good.

“You can touch me, too.” You tell him.

Oh god. You’re a dream. He’s dreaming. Slap him awake somebody-

And then before he can ever register fully what’s happening, you take his hand and slip it right up under your skirts.

Rest in peace to his little senseless head. His brain may aswell be melting out his ears by now.

“Damn. okay. Fuck.” He bites his lip all swirling with nerves and excitement.

He was never one to deny a lady in distress. And when you place his hand right over the crotch of your sopping hot cotton panties, he can’t quite believe his heart is still ticking. His breath shudders through his throat.

His stomach physically swoops like it’s riding a tilt-a-whirl when he scoops his fingers under the barrier of your panties and finds you so slick and hot. He runs two fingertips through plump gummy lips and his dick has never been this hard- he swears.

You gasp out when he sinks those fingers deeper.

“Sorry.” He pants. He stops. Desperate black eyes shining at you. Spit coating his raw pink lower lip. His rings must have been too cold against your pussy.

“It was a good moan.” You promise in a purr. Your nipples are skipping with electricity. So hard they fully ache for touch. His fingers felt amazing. You urge him on.

He slithers them deeper, curling up and slotting deep. Muffled his moan against your shoulder. Your hand cupping his balls. Those were pretty damn big too.

He feels drunk. Pumping his fingers into you, this feels better than any damn high he’s had.

“How do you- what do you like?” He manages to ask as he eyes the way his hand is bumping through your panties and your skirts. Rolling to your pussy in a comfortable pattern. But he needs to find out what it would take for you to cum.

That fact he’s so excitable, and yet still wanting to know what it will take for your orgasm, makes you clench down on him.

He bites his lip at the feeling of your pussy suddenly strangling his fingers. Shit that was hot.

You reach for his hand. His pressure was heavenly, but you fine tune the angle of his fingers. Sinking them deeper, getting him to curl them just a little more-

Then he finds that spot that makes a yelp fly out your mouth.

He smothers you with a smug kiss to shut you up. He does not wanna get caught by a teacher in a dark closet with his fingers halfway up your pussy.

“You wanna get us caught honey? Cause I sure as shit don’t. You got an orgasm to give me.” He grins with newfound confidence making him brave.

He slows and curls and stretched his fingers. Sloppy squelches begin to get louder and louder. You’re getting his fingers wetter and wetter. It’s addictive.

“Like that?” He asks, sloppy hot against your mouth. Tongue sticking your lower lip.

“Fuck yes.” You pant. Face screwing up into ecstasy. Brows pulling up in the middle. Mouth dropping open. Eyes rolling up.

You widen your legs and let him finger the hell out of you. And holy god it was so good.

You can feel the callused tips of his fingers decadently flicking that godforsaken spot deep in your walls.

The way his rings add an extra jolt of friction and another layer of texture against the mouth of your cunt. How you must be getting those things on his fingers so wet cause you’ve never been this sloppy or loud before.

Granted you’ve only done this to yourself a few times. You’ve achieved the main goal of course- to cum. But this is so much more pleasure somehow. His fingers are bigger and he’s taking the time to explore and learn you. It’s ridiculously sexy of him.

Your hands grab for him. Whining for more, for that extra touch that is guaranteed to get you there, you take his other hand and push his thumb into the soaking folds of your mons. Guiding him to find your clit.

When you gently swirl the pad of his thumb around it, you cry out loud again and it makes him throb in his jeans. Hips thrusting forwards to him.

His stomach clenched and knotted in want knowing he’s making you writhe in bliss on the ends of his fingers.

“Take what you need honey. So fucking pretty for me. Bet you look so pretty when you cum. Couldn’t stop thinking about that.” He kisses up your jaw. Cleverly using his thumb and two fingers to drive you insane.

He’s fully ready to admit he’s thought about you flushed and naked and sweaty in his stained bed. Maybe those wet stains would be from you.

He lived with you inside his eyelids at night, picturing you naked, as he was desperately squeezing and tugging his own cock and just trying to imagine the way you’d sigh his name and the way you’d taste on the bed of his tongue.

How it would feel to have you in your hands and knees for him in his bed. Nails on the wall scratching down his band posters. Cock buried so deep you’d hiccup sobs with it. His hands clawing your hips and ass as he slammed you down on his dick and felt you cum around him, shrieking his name like a curse, toes clenching.

Something shredding loud and filthy, A little Sabbath maybe, playing on his stereo to mask the broken sound of your cries. As he curled over your back and worked his cock into you.

“Eddie.” You whine for him. Voice a weak gaspy stutter. Spreading your legs around his hips as he stands closer. Pressing right in so he can kiss you.

“So wet for me baby. Think I’m gonna get my wish of you wetting my whole hand aren’t I?”

“Yeah- yeahyeah.” You can’t nod fast enough. Poor baby he’s got you drunk on the thrust and drag of his fingers.

He can’t help it. You’re frying his brain. He has to kiss you. Wants to swallow you while. He needs touch. Needs.

He wants your nipples grazing hard on his hot tongue. Soft tits mashed in his face. Your pussy he’s cupping in his hands. Your ass. Your lips. He fully needs every part of you cause that’s just the way he wants to love you. Love you to strangling death.

Your cries intensify. You’re close. Drawing closer.

“Oh god please say you can come over to my place one night. Please, pencils. I can’t take it if you don’t.” He mumbles against your open moaning mouth. Kissing you and shoving his tongue in your mouth.

You push yours to meet it dumbly. Nodding. You break away to gasp.

“Okay- don’t stop. When?” You manage to scrape together the braincells to ask.

“Whenever you want I don’t care, oh-shit you’re so hot.” He felt you squeeze down on him.

You’ve got him so good he’s babbling. “Whenever. Come over whenever. Stay the night. Stay the whole weekend. Stay forever-“

“Keep doing this and kissing me and I’ll never leave.” You say as you clash for a kiss again. Bodies rocking.

“I can do that.” He mumbles inbetween heavy breaths. Huge great smile on his lips.

Both Eddie’s hands working you so cleverly. You will say this for the boy, he may hate school, but he’s damn sure a quick study.

He doesn’t know what’s louder. Your moans, or the sloppy squelches he’s fucking out of you.

When you start to tremble and clap your hand over the back of his, his eyes don’t know where to land. He drinks in the way your face twists into an expression that almost looks like pain.

“Close. M’so fuckin close.” You warn him. Your voice is wounded.

“Shit. You cumming?” He checks.

Your answer is in the form of a cry. You can’t even form the words. They don’t make it out your mouth. You can only cry and shudder. The shape of his name ready to come out your mouth as you clench and clench-

Eddie mashes his mouth to yours. Hungrily kisses you though the shaking whirling torrent of your orgasm.

He drinks in your delicious whines and kisses your lips raw whilst you cum hard on his hand. His thumb slowly swirls to a stop on your clit. Wringing out every last burst of pleasure that he can. Ceases the hard thrusts of his fingers.

You did wet his hand after all. He can feel your slick coating his fingers. Some splashed down on his palm between the webs of his fingers.

He doesn’t even care that he didn’t get to finish. Watching you tumble headlong into bliss - because of him - was more than enough.

“Damn.” Eddie watches in rapt fascinated pleasure as you struggle for breath and your chest heaves.

The ends of your fingers tingling where you clutched his scratchy denim shoulders. Your head shot to little floaty scrunched stars and noisy crunching static.

“Holy f-“ Eddie cuts you off. Smears into your mouth with a kiss that takes all your remaining breath. Sucks it right out your soul. Brings his hand around your back. His soaked fingers rest against your thigh.

“Fucking drenched me.” He noses into your cheek. Kissing down your jaw. He can’t resist your neck and he doesn’t. You’re sure the burning patches of wet on your skin are some pretty decent hickies.

“Not my fault you’re a quick learner with talented fingers.” You smug into a lingering peck you place on his lips.

He wiggles them into your thighs. He really was dripping. Wetly slapping your skin. “Pure magic.” He smirks.

You sag forwards into him. Ease the strain in your burning thighs.

“I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact I just made the hottest girl ever, cum in an school storage closet.”

“Not your average Friday?” You sigh. Teasing.

He pinches your thigh for that. “Menace.” He chuckles into your neck. Holding you close. Sighing in bliss as he lays his nose into your hair and smells that coconut scent again. He’s dreamt about that too. Everything about you is delightful and he’s dozy drunk on every essence.

“So. Any plans tomorrow night?” You ask as he kindly pets your pussy one last time.

Draped your panties back to their rightful place. You bite your lip as he brushes his fingers against you through them. You were more soaked than before.

“None at all. Well, a bank heist. But that’s not til next week.” He plays.

“Your place? Scary Movies? I’ll bring pizza and beer.”

“Fine. But I’m buying the pizza baby.”

“You just made me cum. Pizza is most definitely on me.”

That draws an amazed and blushy laugh out of him. “You sure you’re real?” He checks.

“Definitely. I am no mirage.” You answer as you reach your hand around that skinny trim waist of his and cup his ass through his back pocket.

You bite your lip with glee. It makes him smile and his hips jerk into you.

“Alright. Alright. Damn. Menace. What am I getting myself into here-“ He wonders.

“I don’t know but I really like where this is heading.” You admit.

“Yeah? Me too.” He looks at you and his grin slowly climbs across his cheeks. So sweet.

You tenderly look at each other a moment and it’s like the whole rest of this world can go get fucked.

“Had you better get back out there before someone notices you’re missing?” He asks Pointing his thumb to the closet door. After fumbling with his fly and his own belt.

“Shit. Probably.” You answer glumly. Sighing as you untangle yourself and get used to your weight on your own two feet again.

Eddie smooths your skirts down. But you think it’s a cheap and yet sweet excuse to cup your ass some more. You chuckle with it and he slings your body forwards into another kiss.

Waddling you both across, joined to the door. Swaying side to side like penguins. Hands in his hair as you kiss him again. Leathered arms wrapping around your waist.

He pushes you up against the back of the closet door, kisses you so deep. It makes you smile. One more. Just one more.

“Call by around 6.” Eddie offers.

“You bet.” He pecks you so sweetly for that.

“I think you got drugs in these lips of yours you know, Pencils.” He says when he can’t pull away from making out with you. Rolls his hips into yours naughtily.

“Corny, Munson.” You smile. But you won’t pretend that compliment doesn’t make your stomach sizzle.

He scoops you away from the door and you twist to open it. His mouth sneaks to your ear. Chin resting on your shoulder.

“Tell me it’s stuck and we can stay in here for hours.” He sneaks his hands up your thighs again.

“You’re terrible.” You twist back.

He grins with lusty lidded eyes aimed your way.

“That’s not what you said five minutes ago sweetie.” He preens. Chest all puffed up with the fact he made you orgasm.

You jiggle the handle and it crunches and swings open with a creak.

“Rats. Foiled again.” He curses.

You step out into the hallway. Out the shadowed clutches of the closet. You peer around checking the coast is clear.

You creep out with Eddie a hairs breadth behind you. Chin on your shoulder. His hands comfortably on your hips again. Watching the sway of your bare legs and cute skirts.

A sudden voice to your left made you both shoot out your skin. Eddie yelped again. Leaping to pull you close but then realised that would probably be inappropriate in front of a teacher.

His hands slipped for you and then waved jerky in the air and fell away. Awkwardly fidgeting to his sides.

“Shouldn’t you both be in class?” Came the sudden and dowdy interjection.

Mrs. Clary, the ninth grade art teacher stood looking at the pair of you with suspicion through her gold rimmed glasses, linked by a shimmering chain around her neck.

She wore ankle length skirts and a brown cardigan over a beige blouse. A short sweep of a nutty brown bob streaked with silver framed her frowning face. A little frumpy in her appearance but she was a complete stick in the mud. You certainly didn’t miss any of her classes.

“Mrs Clary.” You answer her with due politeness.

She’s busy frowning at Eddie. “What are you doing here, Mr. Munson?” Her eyes narrow. Mouth pinched at the puckering corners. His rep around the school was well cemented as trouble.

“Just-“ He floundered and his head hopped around seeking for an answer.

“… came to help this lovely art student here get something out the…closet.” Is the best excuse he can come up with.

“Get what?” She presses. Looks from him to you.

You dig your nails your hand to keep from bursting into a smile. Your face is itching with the need to not laugh. You chew your lip so hard. Hoping the lie isn’t etched over your face.

“Something. Uh- really heavy. From the very top shelf.” You jump in to defend him.

“Yes. That’s better.” He shook his finger pointing at you. Then he lays on the charm real thick.

“I was wandering my merry innocent way past and I wondered if she might need help.”

He meets your eyes and how you don’t lose it, you’ve no idea.

“Mmhmm. Yep.” You agree quickly.

“Did you get what you were looking for?” Mrs Clary asks. Clearly unimpressed.

“I sure as hell did.” Eddie beams like a letch.

You snicker.

“Back to class right this second.” She warned shrilly. Barking her order.

“Yes, commander.” He bows. Saluting.

You scurry away and Eddie shares a look with you before he goes. Being shooed away like a disobedient loping stray.

An ear splitting wolf whistle echoes down the corridor. It made Mrs Clary leap into the air in fright. Clutching her chest.

You look over your shoulder, with hot cheeks and catch the sight of that maniacal grin splitting his face. You can’t help chuckling.

Mrs Clary sighs in sheer moody irritation. “That boy is nothing but trouble. Steer clear.” She snips at you.

He wiggled his fingers in a silly wave and a wink as he dances out the doors. Hair flapping behind him.

If this isn’t love then you’re an absolute fool.

🕷 It may be of interest - but there’s a next part now 🕷

#eddie x female reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #i would die for this man #punkwrites #super freak series #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson my beloved #eddie my boy #eddie my beloved

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sensei-venus · 8 months

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Spit On Me- Poly!Cobra Gang/Chubby!Reader

(Unedited) (Spit Kink, Cum Play, Oral Sex/Blow Jobs, Rough BJ, Face Slapping)

Reader could hardly think after so many rounds of pure debauchery took place. If felt like it had been going on for hours now. Round after round with every one of the boys. All of them using her face and as they pleased. Using her mouth and soft cheeks to get off to.

Tommy had long since pulled her top off and yanked her bra off. It laid somewhere in the hectic basement. Discard on the floor with the rest of her clothes, along with some of the boys shirts. Tommy was the one to take all of her clothes off after a few good rounds of using her mouth. Growing board of watching the other boys take their turns with their hot girlfriend. He pulled off every art I of her clothing before settling on her tits for the night. Lapping and sucking on the soft flesh of her breasts.

He giggled to himself as Reader whimpered from above him. His teeth softly bit into her hard nipple, just enough to send a jolt of pain up her spin. She moaned around Ducth who just chuckled. Grabbing a fist full of her hair and using her mouth to his heart's content. It was his third turn using her mouth, his dick slowly started to sputter. Just another round of two and he would be completely done. The girl was on her own slow descent, her jaw aching and she had long since lost her ability to breathe right. Dutch’s dick left little room to breathe.

Her eyes dripped with fat wet tears that fell down her cheeks.

Tommy sucked harder around one of her nipples as she gagged around the fat dick in her mouth once more. It hit the back of her throat just right to make her eyes cross a little and her mind go blank.

“Fuck! Babe I'm going to cum again! Better open that mouth up real wide for me!”

He gagged her a few more times, her poor thoat bubbled with nasty wet garggles. Spit bubbles out of the corners of her lips. She tried her best to suck him but only a dribble of cloudy white spilled from around his shaft with every new thrust. Seconds later he rips himself from her lips and starts to jerk himself.

Violently the bleached blonde strokes at himself. His eyes are trained on his girlfriend's face the whole time, only glancing down to watch Tommy work at her tits. He pops off one with a pop and starts to suck on her other nipple.

Seconds later he takes notice of the other guys around him. All of them joining him to around the girl, looming over her kneeling figure. He smirks as he watches them, tugging at their own hard cocks. All of them fanning around the girl and placing their dicks right in front of her face.

With one final tug Dutch is gaining and busting his load all over her face. The other are soon to follow. Reader lets out a small gasp as her face is splattered with hot cum. It lands all over her face in large sperts. Thick layers of it fall over her open lips, over her cheeks and eyes. Some of it even lands on her forehead and hair making her whine. It spills through her lashes making her whimper.

“Stupid bitch, covered in our fat loads and still winning.”

Her brain is on over load as she gets to live in the moment. She's covered in multiple loads from four of her five boyfriends. It's sliding down her nose and cheeks, cascading down her chin and neck. It even goes down to her fat tits where Tommy is quick to lick it up. She feels hot all over, her eyes fluttering open looking up at them. Trying her very best to finally breathe again.

“Dont worry. We can give you something to whimper and bitch. Filthy covered in cum. You know what might help, this.” she hears it before she can actually feel it. The thick sound of lungs and wetness fills the room. It echo a around before she almost spins back on her knees. Dutch fingers and strong hand keep her still as a new thick liquid hits her face.

It's several different times in the matter of seconds that she feels the new sensation on her skin. A mix of warm and cool cover her face in the old liquid. It takes her a moment to understand what they where doing.

They where spitting all over her face.

She moans out as she feels it layer her skin, thick fingers dig into her jaw. Keeping her still as they work on their assault. She wants to say it's gross, that it's some of the most nastiest shit they have done.

But deep down she can’t come out and say it. Because deep down, she likes it. She should hate it like any sane person should. Being spit on was low of the low and one of the grossest things that could happen to someone.

But Reader was liking it a little to much.

A second later she cries out as something hits her in the face.

It’s not hard enough to actually hurt her but it does leave a wet pop on her skin. She’s more in shock then in pain. She realizes a second later that it’s Jimmy who just popped her in the cheek. A moment later she feels Dutch move his hand from her jaw to do the same thing. He’s a bit rougher as she slaps her in the mouth. His fingers digging into her mouth just a little bit. Reader moans at the pain and another slap is made from another direction. Dutch plays with her wide tongue for a minute, playing with the wet mess he helped make in her mouth. He drags his digits from her mouth, running a thumb over her tongue.

She wants to suck at the thick finger but he doesn’t give her a chance.

More fingers join his as they help to rub the mixed fluids all over her face. Making patters with the liquids. Mixing them with their fingertips and drawing on her skin with the thick mix. Her eyes are barely open, watching them from cracked eyelids.

Someone scoops up a finger full of spit and taps it against her lips. Another hand rubs the spit and cum right into her skin making her even more a mess. She moans at the feeling, the hand working it into her warm flush. Her skin glistened with the milky-colored fluid. The light overhead is perfect.

Another slap to the face followed by a “Who’s our good little bitch huh?”

“M-me….”

-Slap-

After a few minutes the slaps stop and the fingers and hands leave her face. She doesn't want to open her eyes again. Too much spit and cum covers her lashes and eyelids. Lightly she flinches back a little when something wet and soft moves across her eyes. It's slightly warm and rough, wet with water that slightly trickles over her lightly abused face. She figures its a wet rag as its dragged over her skin.

It cleans off most of the is left on her face from the boy's earlier actions. Tommy has backed off and no longer fondle her sore breasts. The room is quiet except for soft breathing which she can barely hear. Her ears are deaf to the sounds of the room.

Soft lips press into her sore left cheek, lightly and so gently. She sighs as she slowly starts to relax. A new set of lips join in the actions as they meet the right side of her neck and trail up to her ear. Light nibbles on the bottom of her ear get her attention.

Her eyes open fully and finds Bobby on her left and Johnny on her right. Blond hair fills one side of her vision while the other is caught off guard by chestnut brown. Bobby's hair tickles her making her lightly laugh. Her voice still weary from Dutch’s dick being shoved down her throat.

Looking around she finds Jimmy passed out on a near by couch, Tommy beside him in a similar state. Reader can only guess that Dutch ran off to take a quick shower.

“You did so good for us honey. Sorry Ducth kinda got a little rough there.”

“Yeah, but it was so hot babe. Seeing you covered in our spit and cum like that. You liked it didn't you? We could tell.” Johnny chucked next to her ear. His blue eyes looked into hers. Her cheeks started to get a little warm at his tone.

Johnny liked it, he really liked it she could tell by the look on his face.

He chewed on his bottom lip, his cheeks and chest going a pink hue. That was always a dead ringer on how the blond was feeling.

Bobby's ears were starting to change to a nice red. The very tips went crimson under his fluffy locks. He was just as bad as Johnny with their body giving them away. She wanted to giggle but all she could do was nod. The way they acted was like they got caught doing something overly naughty. Something that never happens often for the big bad cobra boys.

They definitely didn't think things over before trying it that night. But it was clear that they all enjoyed the new experience.

Reader couldn't say she didn't like it either.

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artzychic27 · 10 months

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Okay how about some redeem Chloé and Science Kids headcanons?

Jean: Lacey, my slapping glove, please?

Lacey: *Hands them a purple glove* Here you are.

Jean: Thank you... *Slaps Chloé across the face with his glove* Good, I have your attention. You! Need! Some! Self! Respect! Girl! Enough of the bratty rich girl routine! It’s not a personality! You’re just copying your bitch mom!

Chloé: I-

Denise: We’re not done, here. Now, you’re gonna attend a nice long therapy session with us. It’s we go to vent about a few of your classmates, mostly Marinette, and then pretend the cranberry juice is wine to forget our troubles… We drink a lot of cranberry juice.

Chloé ends up venting A LOT at group therapy, going into detail about her disdain for her egg donor, how she wants to be more independent but doesn’t know how, how she loathes Marinette for doing horrible things yet getting off scot free, and how she wants a descent friendship with Adrien but Marinette and the girl squad keep preventing that

Simon: Oh, now that’s just harsh.

Denise: You’re trying to be good, aren’t you?

Chloé: I am, but they don’t believe me. They only give me a chance when Marinette convinces them!

Marc: That’s kinda… Bitchy.

Chloé: I know!

Later, they start inviting Chloé to group sleepovers, which she discovers Nathaniel is a part of as well

Chloé apologizes for getting him Akumatized, and to her surprise, he forgives her and even says how the Science Kids talked him through how that drawing of Marinette was kind of creepy

Chloé: Well, you’re WAY less of a creep than her.

Nathaniel: Beg your pardon?

Chloé doesn’t leave anything out when she tells Nathaniel all the things city workers have told her about the times some blue haired girl tried to scale the walls of the Agreste mansion

Now she, Zoé, and Nathaniel have a betting system where they bet how Marinette will stalk Adrien this week

Nathaniel usually wins all of them

Chloé even begins taking shelter with him and the Science Kids during Akuma attacks and discovers that it’s kinda nice being in a group instead of running around like a nut job

It doesn’t take long for the Akuma Class to notice how close they are, and Marinette pulls Nathaniel aside to talk guiltrip him into stop hanging out with Chloè

But, hanging around Jean and Chloé have helped his confidence, so he shuts that down quickly

They gossip with Jean, Zoé, and surprisingly Mireille about everyone at school. Turns out, M. Grotke has a crush on M. Monlataing

Zoé helps change up her style to something less… Audrey

Now Chloé’s got her hair down, she’s wearing descent makeup, a yellow crop top, white wide leg pants, and a comfortable pair of sneakers the Science Kids and Nathaniel all draw on

Chloé finally gets a minute alone with Adrien and tells him upfront she’s been working on changing herself for the better and hopes that they can be friends again

Adrien gives her a chance and even invites her to get some frozen yogurt after school. Yay!

Of course, the Science Kids are proud and immediately group hug her the next day while ignoring the scowl on Marinette’s face

Marinette finally confronts them as to why they’re suddenly friendly with Chloé after everything she’s done to her

Jean: … Uh, she got me Akumatized, ya know. And, we’re cool now.

Denise: She called me ‘Meathead’ for five years. I’m over it.

Lacey: No sweat up my ass.

Marc: You’re not the only person she’s hurt. Besides, we can be friends with whoever we want.

Ismael: Yeah, as long as she ain’t a TERF, she’s cool. Plus, she knows how to skateboard, and that is something I was not expecting.

Aurore: I’m cool with her.

Zoé: Who else will I vent to about that bitch who married the mayor for status like some common gold digger?

Mireille: You mean your mom?

Zoé: Same difference.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #chloe redemption #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #science kids #Marinette salt

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nirvanawrites111 · 1 year

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February Filth Fest (Hate sex with Yunho)

Word Count: 2005

Warning: Daddy kink, unprotected sex, piv, fingering, hair pulling, banter back and forth, mentions of Seonghwa and being with him. But its no cheating, oral(male receiving) , non idol au, pwp

"Don't bite my dick either," Yunho groans, and his metal belt clicks against the floor as his pants drop.

Your face tightens as his annoying complaints hit your ears. You purse your lips together, and your eyes roll. You grab his already hard dick and run your hand along the base.

He's lucky that he was the only person available at five in the morning. You have an hour before your morning shower.

"Yunho, please. When have I ever bitten your dick?" You work your hand along his length.

"Uh, not that I can remember. Maybe I'm confusing you with my other brown-skinned lover."

His tone is cocky, and you remember he's a whore, after all. Yunho is the only one on the list that you and your bestie agreed that he's worth it to break girl code. Besides, he's just community dick to you.

Your other lover, who is a bit easy on the tongue and can easily whisper the perfect words against your skin, didn't answer.

What the fuck could Seonghwa be doing? But, you know how much he hates double texts. So, here you are, desperate for his annoying roommate. The lines are so blurred you aren't sure why you haven't told Hwa about your "friendship" with Yunho.

He's more like a casual fuck. His mouth is a bit too slick for your liking. But, his dick. That is the reason you can ignore the tactless comments.

"Chile, whatever," you hiss and stroke him. You press your tongue around the base of his length. You swirl your tongue around it. Your mouth waters slightly at the sight of his thickness.

Yunho grabs the back of your head, and you work your mouth to find the perfect rhythm.

"Look at me," Yunho calls out to you.

But, the pride deep down inside of you wants to ignore him. You are only sucking his dick because it gets you extra wet. You would rather it be Seonghwa, your favorite sneaky link. But, beggars can't be choosers.

You continue to water your mouth around him and suck him at a fast pace. Your knees dig into your furry white rug. Moisture pools at your entrance, and you rub your thighs together since you can't touch yourself right now. Your left-hand cups and massages his balls. At the same time, your right-hand help you pump him faster.

This isn't your first time sucking him off, so at this point, you know what he likes.

"Y/n, look at me while my cock is in your mouth," Yunho says. He grabs your face.

There it is.

That sexy ass smirk on his face makes you a bit weak in the knees. You hate to admit how attractive this man is.

"Such a good girl," Yunho coaches you and rubs your hair. His touch against you is gentle, and you enjoy it when he praises you. Lowkey, you crave it.

Your pussy clenches when he touches you. You want to feel his fingers in your lower region. You want to come on his fingers, dick, and tongue. But, you have time constraints. You might be a bitch in heat, but the last thing you will be is late to work.

"Yess.. please keep sucking me like this, baby."

Baby?

His gentleness, and praising has your mind spinning. You love the affection he's showing you right now.

Yunho tilts his head as he watches you suck him in deeper. You love the way he's staring so intensely into you. Almost as if he sees you for who you truly are.

A whore.

"Fuck!" Yunho moans, and this time he pumps into you a little bit harder. It's almost like, somehow, he's read your mind of what you like.

He's gripping your hair with such force. You can't deny you enjoy him being a bit rough with you.

Yunho is fucking your throat, and tears stream down your face. You enjoy this man ruining your throat first thing in the morning. What a perfect way to start your day.

Yunho comes down your throat, and you enjoy his hot load going down. He holds your head while he empties all of his release. You know he's done when his right leg twitches. Something you've noticed the last couple of times.

Yunho pulls you and you expect him to kiss him for doing a great job pleasing him. But instead, he tosses you against the bed. You fall back into the middle of your bed.

"I don't think you've earned my lips just yet," Yunho towers over your body, teasing you.

If your pussy wasn't so fucking wet, you would have kicked him out. But, you still have time before work to get off. So, he gets to stay even though he's not your favorite person.

"Nobody wanted to kiss your little lips anyways."

You sit up and take off your cami tank top to reveal your breasts. You can see the glimmer in his eyes as he watches you. You grab your little shorts, and Yunho catches your hands.

"You're not going let me do the honors of undressing you?" Yunho asks.

You lift your hands and let him do it for you. He grips your waist, and you almost moan from touching him. You still can't wrap your head around why your body is addicted to him.

"See, you know how to be a good girl."

"Shut up. Just fuck me. I have to get ready for work."

Yunho kisses your forehead. "Calm down. I'm going to give you some dick. Don't you worry."

Yunho rubs your clit, and you arch your back. Your hands press into the mattress, and he glides his digits down to your dripping entrances. His eyes widen, and that damn smile appears on his face again.

"My dirty girl is soaking wet all for me," Yunho leans closer to you and kisses on your ear.

"Oh, now I'm your dirty girl?"

"Of course. You talk so much shit about me to Seonghwa, only for you to spread your legs wide for me. That sounds like a dirty girl, don't you think?"

You want to reply to him with some smart-ass comment, but Yunho is distracting you. He traces circles along your clit, and you can't form sentences at this point.

Yunho knows he has you exactly where he wants you.

At his mercy.

"No comeback?, Y/n?"

When Yunho plunges a finger into your core, you work desperately against his movements. You are so horny for this man that you are fucking his fingers.

"Yunho, please," you pant. You clench your teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction of him knowing how much you are enjoying this. You look down and see a large wet spot underneath you.

"Please, what.. baby? Use those words for me."

"Fuck me. I'm your dirty girl," you whisper.

"Speak louder for me, baby."

"Fuck me. I'm your dirty girl!" you nearly scream out.

There's no holding back anymore. It feels too good to play these games with him now. You grip the comforter on your bed, and you close your eyes.

"That's it, baby. Come for daddy. I love how you are soaking up the bed. Next time I'll have you at our place. So, you can come all over my bed."

Your stomach tightens, and you prepare for your first orgasm. Yunho leans closer towards you and presses his lips against yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you enjoy the lusty kiss.

You melt as you savor the kiss, and your body shudders while you reach your peak. Yunho coaches you through it, and you come all over his fingers. As he pulls away from you, he stuffs his fingers into your mouth. You suck your juices off his fingers.

You're so naughty for me. I love it."

You lie back against the bed and spread your legs wider for him.

"You ready to come on my dick?"

"Yes."

When Yunho enters inside of you, he stretches you out a bit. While he buries himself inside you, your legs wrap around his waist.

"You're so tight, baby," Yunho groans and fucks you with slow movement.

It doesn't matter how much you hate this man. He looks so good. The morning sun peaks through the window, revealing him in a better light. There is such a strong connection between his eyes and yours.

"I know. Seonghwa tells me all the time," you taunt him. You know that it gets under his skin that you can't leave his roommate alone. He probably will never tell you, but you know it's true.

"Well, he had someone else in his bed last night. That's why he didn't text you back."

Your mood almost changes, and you snap out of the haze that is sweet Yunho. You are back on Earth with the asshole that you know so well. You push him back, and now you are on top.

"Who cares. I guess you finally realized you are second best," You reply.

You adjust yourself to being on top of him. You move your hips back and forth. His dick fills you up perfectly.

"Please, we both know you are lying. Just a few minutes ago, you were whimpering and whining for me. I never heard you do all that whenever you come over to see Hwa."

"Out of respect for you, I'm quiet. You don't want to hear me screaming his name."

Yunho bounces you on his dick and holds your waist with his left hand. He plays with your clit with the other. You're talking a lot of cash shit, but he knows nobody fucks you as good as he does.

You look like a fucking goddess riding him and taking his dick like a pro. He shouldn't be this smitten over you, but he is. He feeds into your little game and goes back and forth with you.

But, he knows deep down inside if he dropped his entire rotation list, you would drop yours, including Seonghwa. He loves how your melanin is glowing under the sunlight, how you are dripping all around him. You get instant wet for him just from sucking his dick. He loves that.

"Please, Hwa couldn't make you scream if he tried. Just know this pussy is mine. I've already proven that to you time and time again," Yunho retorts.

"Yeah, it's yours, alright."

"Exactly. Just like I said."

"It's yours for right now."

You jolt when Yunho slaps your ass. Before you can say anything, he hits it again. You love the pain and the back and forth. You know that no one else would bring up someone else in the middle of sex without taking it personally.

This is why Yunho is really your number one guy.

"Get on all fours."

You do what he tells you and position yourself on the edge of the bed. Yunho stands behind you and holds your waist. You let him control you as he shoves his dick inside of you. You throw your ass back as he pounds into you.

Yunho is aggressive with it. You love that about him. He's rough with you, and he's fucking you so good. He pulls your hair again.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, daddy! It's all yours," you cry out for him. The pleasure is too good that it has your head spinning. You love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass while he drills deep into you. Who else makes you feel this euphoria? You enjoy yourself with others when you can't reach him. But nobody knows your body as Yunho does.

"Mmm.. now come for daddy!"

Your body responds, and you release your essence coating his dick. He's right behind you, and he comes deep inside of you.

After you get yourself together, you get up and turn on your shower in your bathroom.

"Let's get cleaned up," you invite him to shower with you.

#february filth fest #ateez smut #ateez au #yunho x y/n #yunho x reader #atz yunho #atz smut #yunho x black reader

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Rush

Chapter 2: Exchange

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: underage drinking, vaginal fingering, blowjob, asshole!Eren

Summary: The first exchange between Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau is underway.

Notes:

Chapter title inspired by the song "Exchange" by Bryson Tiller.

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Friday night around 10:30 PM, the Alpha Tau brothers are gathered in Mike’s off campus home, the unofficial party house of the fraternity. They start setting up for their first exchange of the semester with the Sigma Nu Kappa sorority. Mike and Erwin come back from the store with a wagon each full of alcohol and chasers.

Eren hangs around the kitchen, watching them concoct jungle juice in a five-gallon Gatorade dispenser. Mike hastily pours in a fifth of Tito’s vodka, a fifth of Malibu rum, a bottle of Peach Schnapps, two liters of Sprite, and a gallon of fruit punch. He sprinkles in two packs of blue Kool-Aid as a garnish, then drowns an entire bag of ice before mixing the brew with a large wooden spoon. He lowers his face near the liquid surface to take a big whiff, then smirks at Eren. “Perfect. This will be gone in less than thirty minutes, so someone will need to make it again. You’re off the hook for tonight, but it's good you learn the recipe.”

Erwin is near them, stocking the fridge up with beer and White Claws. When he walks away to dump the cardboard boxes outside, Mike quickly adds, “Bitches love this shit. You’ll see.”

Eren smirks at Mike’s vulgarity before Erwin comes back, observing him. “Eren. Not to be so crass, but are you going to do something about your hair?”

He runs his fingers through his shoulder-length, straight hair. “Uh, I wasn’t planning to.”

Levi joins them in the kitchen. “You look like a homeless person,” he states, completely serious.

Eren never really paid attention to his appearance. Growing out his hair this summer wasn’t exactly a personal choice; he was just too lazy to get it cut. But he knew it was getting out of hand, especially when he started having to tie it into a ponytail while he worked out.

“I guess I can tie it up,” he offers, suddenly self-conscious.

“Dude, you should put it in a man bun. Women love that,” Mike suggests. He approaches the younger man cautiously with his hands up. “May I?”

Eren shrugs, letting Mike work whatever magic he was about to conjure. He feels the senior tugging most of his hair back, the strands pulling on his scalp as it’s wrapped into a bun. With one hand out, Mike demands, “Hair tie.”

Luckily, Eren has one already wrapped around his wrist, which he extends to Mike. When he’s finished, the three seniors eye him curiously, making Eren feel even more uneasy.

Levi speaks first. “Shit, Jaeger.”

“Better. Much better,” Erwin compliments.

“You owe me if this gets you laid tonight,” Mike jokes, with a pleased smile on his face.

Confused by their reactions, Eren strides towards the mirror near the front door and studies his new look. Most of his hair is wrapped up in a low bun, minus a thin layer covering the back of his neck. A few of his baby hairs fall across his forehead. He studies his reflection for several seconds, slightly narrowed green eyes staring back at him.

He hears steps coming down the stairs and turns around to see Connie with Armin, who looks at him with wide eyes. “Eren! Your hair!”

Connie exclaims, “Eren rocking the man bun! Looking good, bro!”

Eren rubs the back of his neck, trying to keep a neutral expression. He doesn’t take praise very well, but he’s certainly not opposed to it.

More brothers start arriving to the house, some bringing extra alcohol with them. Jean and Marco come already tipsy, having pre-gamed at a soccer party right before. Some of the SNK girls also make their entrance. President Hange and a fellow senior, Nanabe, come in with brother Moblit. They introduce themselves to the new pledges first, Hange especially taking a special interest in Eren. “Whoa, who’s this guy?! He’s intense!”

The house is bustling with music, chatter, and laughter as more people file in. There’s beer pong set up in the living room, as well as a keg stand placed at the corner. In the kitchen, Nanabe gets the first taste of Mike’s special concoction. “Yup, Mike definitely made this. Literally can’t taste the alcohol,” she comments with a smirk, chugging her Red Solo cup before filling it up again.

Hange immediately gets a helping and drinks it casually as she chats with Levi, who sips on a La Croix. Eren remembers that he’s sober monitor tonight, meaning he remains sober throughout the night in case of an emergency. In fact, Levi volunteers to be sober monitor at every social event, considering he doesn’t drink at all.

Eren dispenses the jungle juice into a cup and hands it over to Armin, who takes it nervously. Once they’re both equipped with the sweetened liquor, they cheers then chug. Nanabe is right. There’s barely a hint of alcohol.

And that’s what makes it dangerously good.

They fill their cups to the brim before making their way to the corner of the living room, where they watch the first volunteer christen the keg stand. It’s Jean, who’s held upside down by Erwin and Mike on either side as a group of brothers surround them and chant, “Drink, motherfucker, drink!”

After Jean’s turn is over, he places himself between Armin and Eren, belching loudly. “Where are the rest of the chicks?!”

Armin answers, “Mikasa texted me that they’ll be here soon. They’re pre-gaming with Petra first before they get here.”

“Who the fuck is Mikasa?” Jean slurs.

“Our friend,” Eren states, pushing him away before he burps again in their faces. “Armin, let’s wait for her near the front.”

They push their way through the crowd and sit next to Connie on the couch, who already looks a little high. “You guys want one?” Connie asks, handing them a bag of gummy bears.

“Sure!” Armin reaches into the packet before Eren snatches his hand away.

“Those are edibles, Armin. They’re strong.” He glares at Connie, who shrugs and puts the bag back in his pocket.

“I do want to try one time. For research purposes,” Armin notes. “Maybe when I’m not drinking.”

“Yeah dude, just let me know. I’ll hook you up. Gunther brought a bong if you wanna observe. We’re gonna smoke in the garage later,” Connie explains lazily.

Armin nods, genuinely intrigued. “I’d love to observe.”

Eren gets off the couch to grab a few beers from the fridge. Nearby, Hange and Levi stand against the counter, chatting.

“Jaeger. You good?” Levi asks, nursing his sparking water.

“Yeah. Just getting more alcohol.”

“When’s my dear cousin arriving?”

Eren chuckles. “Fuck, I keep forgetting you two are related. I don’t know when she’s coming. Haven’t talked to her much recently.”

Hange interjects. “Why? Too cool for us Sigma Nu Kappa’s? Is that it?” She readjusts the glasses on her face, staring at him closely.

He furrows his brows at her, put off by her creepy attitude. “It’s not that. I’ve just been preoccupied.”

She lets out a “tsk” before drinking from her cup. Levi rolls his eyes at her before saying, “Ignore Four-Eyes here. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she’s a whore for drama. So much that she intentionally tries to start shit.” He playfully kicks her ankle as she smirks into her cup. “Where the fuck is Petra anyways, Madame President? She was supposed to be here already with the new pledges. It’s already almost midnight.”

“She texted me that they’re on their way. They had a teeny tiny issue that’s been resolved.”

A few minutes later, the front door swings open and a short girl with ginger hair leads a group of younger women in, who stagger in giggling. Mikasa stands directly behind her, wearing a black sports bra with grey joggers. Eren rolls his eyes with a small smirk, thinking how typical it is of her to be wearing workout clothes at a party.

Armin is the first to greet her. “Mikasa! You finally made it!”

She giggles, then hiccups. “Armin! Where have you been all night?” She taps his nose with her finger and giggles again.

“Uhhh, I’ve been here. Where have you been?”

In a poor attempt at a whisper, she slurs, “It’s supposed to be a secret, but we pre-gamed in Petra’s room, shhhhh. We’re not supposed to drink in the house.” She shoves a finger against Armin’s lip, who just smiles. “Have you ever tried this thing called ‘alcohol’? This stuff is great!”

Unable to contain himself, Armin laughs. “Mikasa, I think you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not! You’re drunk! And you!” She points her finger to Eren, who now stands beside them with his hands in his pockets. “What’re you doing here?! You’ve been MIA the past month and the first place I see you is at a…a fucking frat party?! And what’s with your hair?!”

Eren grasps her finger and chuckles. “Hi Mikasa. It’s nice to see you too. I’m sorry for being MIA.”

“Fuck you, Eren Jaeger! You’re dead to me! Now, where’s the alcohol?” She stumbles away from them and follows Petra towards the kitchen.

“She doesn’t mean that. She’s just drunk.”

Another girl now stands in Mikasa’s place. Eren just notices her. Has she been there the whole time?

Armin greets her with a hug, seemingly already being acquainted. “For some reason, Mikasa being a belligerent drunk is not surprising.”

“Who are you?” Eren blurts out.

“I’m Mikasa’s pledge sister and roommate,” she explains, introducing her name.

“Oh,” is all he says.

Nothing about her stands out, maybe except for the bright smile on her face. She seems nice enough. But mostly unassuming. Plain. Boring. Not exactly the type of girl Eren needs if he is to live out his new life as a frat boy.

So, he disengages and lets Armin continue chatting with her, thinking he’ll never interact with her again.

~~~

Oh.

That’s all he says when you introduce yourself. Oh.

What the fuck?

You already had a bad impression of this guy based on Mikasa’s struggles with him, but to meet him in the flesh and be totally spot on still surprises you. There’s no formal introduction. Not even a “Nice to meet you”, like any normal person would do. Why are Mikasa and Armin friends with this douche?

It doesn’t help that he’s fucking hot. Black t-shirt stretched tight against his tone body, unzipped grey jacket hanging loosely over it. He wears black Adidas joggers, the ones with the white stripes down the sides. He’s giving I didn’t put any effort into my appearance, but I know I look fucking good. And that man bun. Sheesh.

There’s no denying it; you’re attracted to him. You can’t help yourself. It’s your weakness. You internally berate yourself for being so fucking basic.

Even with that tiny interaction nagging away at your brain, you can’t help but sneak glances at him as he leans against the counter, one hand in his jacket pocket, the other tipping a Red Solo cup to his lips. The prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he slowly swallows the liquid down his throat. You let your mind wander for a few seconds, imagining the nasty things he could do to you with that mouth, how his thick neck would wobble as he drinks you up.

Fuck. Snap out of it. You’re not even that drunk. Pull yourself together.

You sit beside Sasha on the couch, watching Mikasa interact with her friends from the corner of your eye. They take shots together, everyone except Eren grimacing at the taste of tequila. But overall, she looks happy. Just a few hours ago, she was pacing back and forth in your room, worried about seeing Eren, concerned about making it awkward. Maybe that was the motivating factor for her to get drunk while pre-gaming in Petra’s room at the sorority house.

Next to Sasha is an Alpha Tau brother with shaved hair, who introduces himself as Connie. He snacks on a bag of potato chips, offering it to you and Sasha, which she gladly accepts. Before you know it, Eren sits beside you on the couch. He lets himself sink into the cushions before handing you a cup filled with something that looks like fruit punch.

“Mikasa told me to give you a drink,” he says, without looking at you.

You take it, muttering a quiet, “Thank you,” before taking a sip. It tastes exactly like fruit punch, but you know it’s not just that.

“What’s your name again?”

Wow. Of course, he forgets your name. In theory, you should detest this guy. But feeling his knee brush against yours on the couch makes you throw all self-respect out the window. Why are you like this? You repeat your name, trying to be nonchalant.

“Thanks for keeping Mikasa company the past few weeks. I’ve been a shitty friend to her,” he admits. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

“No, she doesn’t,” you respond.

“Why did she choose SNK anyways? She could have gotten into any of the other ones.”

“What are you implying?” you ask. His question bothers you. As if there is an underlying meaning behind it.

“SNK doesn’t have the best reputation on campus.”

There it is.

“Not everyone joins a sorority for the reputation,” you argue. “She picked the sorority where she felt the most comfortable at. Maybe that kind of stuff isn’t important to you, but to others, it is.”

He’s looking at you now, green eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. “You’re right. That isn’t important to me.” He finishes the rest of his drink before he continues. “Guys join frats to party and fuck, and that’s what I intend to do. And I know Mikasa probably has some strong opinions on that, but I don’t care. She can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you shoot back at him.

“Because you’re her roommate and sister now. And I’d appreciate it if you continue to keep her distracted, so that she doesn’t spend all her time worrying about me. Which I know she did before joining.” He gives you a cocky smirk.

“I spend time with her because I care about her. I’m not going to do it for your sake.”

“As long as she stays out of my way, I don’t care.” He stands up to walk back to the kitchen. You remain seated, a bit flabbergasted by your conversation with him. Taking a few moments to take in what just happened, you come to a realization.

Eren Jaeger is nothing but trouble.

~~~

It’s not his intention to be a dick. But that’s the way he comes off, and he’s fully aware of it.

Does he care? Not so much.

He’s thinks back to a few hours earlier, when he was pre-gaming in Reiner and Bertolt’s room in the fraternity house, both of whom are currently missing from the party.

“Erwin may say all this bullshit about Alpha Tau’s being men of honor. But at the end of the day, we’re still just men. And we have needs. Don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way of getting what you want. If you want to get black out drunk at a party, do it. If you want to get high with Gunther and Connie, go get fucking high as a kite. And if you want to fuck as many women as you want, fucking do it. With consent, of course. Let fucking loose, Eren. That’s what being in a frat is all about.” Reiner finishes his monologue by taking a swig of the handle they pass around to each other. Bertolt only nods in agreement.

Per the advice of his big brother, he’s going to do what he wants and whoever he wants. No more worrying about what other people think about him, especially Mikasa or Armin. He stills cares for them, but he’s not going to let them stop him.

He checks his phone to read the text Reiner sent him an hour ago.

Reiner: at eta iota party off campus. lots of hot chicks

Reiner: come thru

An address is listed under the text. He knows Reiner doesn’t care about Alpha Tau’s partnership with Sigma Nu Kappa. And Bertolt just follows wherever he goes, so Eren’s not surprised they’re partying with another sorority. In a way, he respects it. Reiner does whatever the fuck he wants without a care for anybody but himself.

Eren approaches Armin in the kitchen and whispers, “I’m heading out to another party. See you later.”

“Huh? You’re leaving?” Armin yells, cheeks flushed with intoxication.

Mikasa, who’s chatting with Levi, turns around swiftly to demand, “You are not leaving, Eren Jaeger!”

“We’re not even doing anything. We’re just standing around here drinking. I’m meeting Reiner somewhere else,” Eren explains, trying to walk away as Mikasa and Armin tug on both of his sleeves.

“Why don’t you pledges get to know each other better? Go play a game or something in Mike’s room upstairs. He’s got Mario Kart,” Levi suggests.

“Eren! There’s Mario Kart!”

“Please stay!”

So much for doing what he wants. Maybe it’s the least he could do considering how distant he’s been with Mikasa. Just this once is he going to let his friends convince him to stay. But under his rules, his conditions.

“Let’s play a drinking game. Truth or dare. With SNK and Alpha Tau pledges. Let’s go,” he commands, grabbing an unopened bottle of vodka from the shelf and a couple of cups.

Levi wrangles the pledge brothers while Hange collects the new sisters, directing them upstairs to Mike’s room. It’s spacious enough for all of them to gather around, some sitting up on the bed, the others on the floor. Jean sits backwards on a chair near a desk, holding a cup of jungle juice in his hand.

“Have fun, babies!” Hange shouts, before closing the door.

“Whoever doesn’t have a drink, fill up,” Eren orders, passing the cups and vodka around to those without a drink.

“Ugh, no chaser? Really?” Ymir complains as she pours a small amount of liquor in her new cup.

“Chasers are for pussies,” Jean chides. “I’m sure you could handle it,” he adds, with a wink. Ymir rolls her eyes, looking more disgusted.

“Anybody want a hit?” Connie offers his joint, passing it first to Sasha, who takes it.

After everyone is settled in with a drink in hand, they start the game. “Alright, the game is Truth or Dare. If you refuse to answer a question or do a dare, you drink. Got it?”

Eren starts it off. “Horse-face, truth or dare?”

Jean growls, “Fuck you, Jaeger. Truth.”

“Fuck, Marry, Kill: Armin, Marco, Connie.”

The girls burst into laughter as the named brothers protest. Eren smirks. He’s going to have a lot of fun with this.

“Fuck. I’m not answering that.”

“Then drink.”

“C’mon, Jean, just answer! This is a fun one,” Christa giggles.

“Fine. Fuck Marco, marry Armin, kill Connie, alright?”

Everyone in the room screams now, Jean’s cheeks glowing bright red as he takes a sip of his drink anyways. Armin and Marco cackle loudly as Connie yells out, “You’d kill me over the other two! I thought what we had was special, man!”

Jean faces Mikasa and says “Mikasa, right? Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you and Eren ever hooked up?”

As the room hushes, waiting for the answer everyone is curious about, she answers, “No” with a calm expression on her face.

“Wow, seriously?”

“I thought for sure you two have done it.”

“Gross, we’re like brother and sister. That’d be like incest,” Mikasa comments, sipping on her spiked fruit punch. “Sasha, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Text your boyfriend, ‘I wanna do anal’ and show us what he says.”

“Hell no! I don’t want to do anal! I’m fucking drinking instead.” she cries out, taking a large gulp of vodka as people laugh.

Sasha looks directly next to Mikasa, at the roommate. She says her name, then “Truth or dare?”

"Truth," she answers, timidly.

“Who do you think is the hottest guy in this room?”

~~~

Fuck. You knew Sasha would ask you some dumb shit.

Suddenly, you feel so many pairs of eyes on you as blood rushes into your cheeks. You hear Mikasa whisper beside you, "You can just drink if you want."

How do you expect to raise your confidence when you shy away from the simplest questions like this? It’s not a big deal. At the end of the day, it’s just an opinion that won’t mean anything to anyone. It won’t result in anything.

Mustering up the courage, you respond, “No, it’s fine. I’ll answer it.”

“Who is it, then?” Annie pushes.

“Eren. I think Eren is the hottest guy here.” You turn your head towards the carpet on the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially him. The snickers of your surrounding peers are drowned out by the ringing in your ears from embarrassment. You think you feel his gaze on you, but you’re too shy to confirm.

Mikasa rubs your back affectionately. You can hear her amused smile as she reminds you, “Now you can ask someone else.”

“Oh right. Um, Ymir, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Um…Okay, hold on.” Still mortified, it takes a few seconds before you state, “Sit on Jean’s lap for the rest of the game.”

Jean turns around to sit properly in the chair and pats his lap. “Come here, baby.”

“Do not call me, baby, horse-face,” she spits out as she leaves the bed to fulfill the dare. Everyone hollers at her as she waves her middle finger around the room.

A few more dares are fulfilled, and some truths are revealed. Christa is dared to suck on Armin’s thumb for ten seconds, which she does. Marco reveals the craziest place he’s had sex, which was in the middle of the soccer field just a couple of days ago. Armin gets asked what his favorite sex position is, to which everyone is surprised to learn that it’s doggy style. Connie is forced to admit which two girls in the room he’d be willing to have a threesome with, resulting in Christa and Ymir being flattered and disgusted, respectively. Eren easily answers what one of his kinks are, which is being called “daddy”, causing you and Mikasa to roll your eyes. Annie is dared to text Bertolt ‘I’m horny’, to which she vehemently refuses and ends up chugging her entire cup of jungle juice.

Everyone is more drunk than when they started the game, liquor being consumed regardless of if a truth or dare is denied. The vodka bottle is empty and it’s already past 1 AM. Mikasa rests her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes in her drunken stupor.

Annie asks the last question. “Truth or dare?” she looks to you.

“Huh? Why me again?” you whine.

“Because it’s fun watching you get all embarrassed,” she responds, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. You flip her the bird, making her cackle. “Truth or dare, loser?”

Feeling bold, you reply, “Dare.”

There’s a wicked look in her eyes when she dares, “Kiss the hottest guy in the room. With tongue.”

Jean scoffs. “What are we, fourteen?”

“Shut up, horse-face. This is her first kiss.”

A collective “ooooohhh” chimes throughout the room. Fuck Annie Leonhart. You told your sisters this in confidence. You weren’t expecting this to be broadcast to the entire pledge class of Alpha Tau.

“Go ahead. Kiss him. Virgin.”

“Annie, shut the fuck up,” Mikasa growls.

“Leave her alone,” Sasha pleads.

“I’m just trying to help her out. It’s just a kiss. What, are you wanting it to be special or some shit?” She lets out a nasty laugh.

“Annie, you’re being mean,” Armin utters. “You shouldn’t pressure people to do things they’re uncomfortable with.”

“I’ll do it,” you say, as defiantly and confidently as you can.

As nice as it is to hear your friends defend you, at the same time, you feel embarrassed needing to be defended over something as silly as this. Annie’s right; it’s just a kiss. You’re nearly 20-years-old; it’s about time you’ve kissed someone. This is college. No more waiting for the “perfect moment”.

You finally face Eren, having avoided him since your first truth almost an hour ago. His expression remains neutral when he says, “Maybe I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Eren!” Mikasa yells out. Seriously, what is this guy’s problem?

Taken aback from his comment, you quickly blurt out, “Fine then, I’ll just drink.” You desperately throw back the cup into your mouth, but no liquid is left. There’s ringing in your ears again; it’s enough to distract you from the uncomfortable silence that fills the room. Embarrassed and ashamed, you get up, balance off from your intoxication, and stumble out the room.

There’s another bedroom across the hall with the door ajar. You quietly sneak in, taking a quick scan in the darkness to confirm it’s unoccupied. Once inside, you close the door and sit against it, burying your face in your hands. Your cheeks are hot. From the alcohol, the humiliation, the anger. Anger at Annie for putting you in this mortifying situation and revealing your lack of experience in such a mean fashion. Anger at that asshole Eren for further embarrassing you by refusing your kiss.

Maybe I don’t want to kiss her.

The words sting more and more as you repeat it over in your head. What did you really expect? That Eren Jaeger would open his arms to you and give you your first kiss? Why would he ever want to kiss you? He has every right to refuse. But it still hurts, especially getting rejected in front of people, some of whom are your friends.

On the other side of the door, you hear movement and chatter. They’re starting to make their way out of the room and back downstairs to the rest of the party. You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Mikasa: where are you?

Not wanting her to worry, you text her back, telling her your current location. Within minutes, you hear steps approaching the room, then a small knock. You get up from the floor and open the door, expecting to see Mikasa.

Instead, it’s Eren.

Before you can react, he pushes his way in, closing the door and locking it. Even in the pitch black, you can see the intensity in his striking green eyes.

Suddenly, his lips are on yours. One hand grips the back of your neck, the other slides down to your waist. His tongue grazes your lips, the intimate feeling of it surprising you. Your hands grip at his chest, fists bunching up against his black t-shirt, pressing yourself closer to him. You’re unsure what to do with your mouth, so you part your lips instinctually to let him deepen the kiss, which he does. When you feel his tongue against yours, you let out a soft moan.

Finally aware of what is happening, you push away from him just enough to break the kiss. Through shallow breaths, you ask, “What are you doing?”

He licks his lips before answering, “Giving you your first kiss.” The expression on his face continues to remain neutral. You have no idea what’s going on in his head and it makes you anxious.

“I don’t get you.” You release your hold on him to cross your arms over your chest, gaze focused on the floor. “You embarrass me in front of everyone, then you come in here and kiss me. I don’t understand.”

He tilts his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “You didn’t like it?”

“It’s not that I didn’t like it. You just…you confuse me.”

“I didn’t want to kiss you in front of everyone. PDA is not really my thing.”

“It wasn’t PDA, it was a game.”

After a few seconds of silence, the two of you still standing in front of each other in the dark, he says, “I’ll make it up to you.”

"What do you mean?”

He steps towards you, tipping his head down to whisper in your ear, “Let me make you feel good.”

~~~

Eren sees before him a girl who, just a few moments ago, looked so pitiful in the room after being rejected of her first kiss. It’s true; he doesn’t like kissing in front of others. He said it without thinking how she would react.

What he didn’t expect was for her to stagger out of the room like that. Everyone stared at him like he was the bad guy, like he is a bad guy. Mikasa was glaring daggers at him. Armin muttered something along the lines of, “You could have been a little nicer, Eren.” Even Annie, the instigator of this whole fucking mess, looked guilty.

When everyone starts to leave the room to go back to the party downstairs, Eren notices the door across the hall is now closed. He isn’t quite sure what compels him to walk over there. Before he does, he stalls by using the bathroom, contemplating what he wants to do as he washes his hands. Does he feel guilty? Maybe a little bit. He’s trying out this new “frat boy” lifestyle of not giving a fuck, but he still finds himself being guilted into doing things. Like earlier, when Mikasa and Armin begged him to stay at this party. Or like now, how this girl he doesn’t even know is guilting him into feeling like a total asshole.

He decides to walk over to the room, certain she’s in there, wallowing in her self-pity. And when she opens the door to let him in, he thinks with his dick before his brain and kisses her. It’s not a good kiss. It’s not fair to expect her to know what to do, especially since this is her first.

But when she parts her lips, he feels something. As if she’s so eager to open up for him; she’s willing to let him take control. And when she moans against his mouth, he can’t help but get turned on. He starts thinking of all the nasty things he could do to this pure, unsullied virgin.

It's wrong, it’s corrupt, it’s lewd. Maybe it’s another shameless kink he has. But he doesn’t care.

He’s going to get what he wants.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispers.

Her eyes widen. Is it fear? Apprehension? Arousal?

His question is answered when she closes the space between them, her hands fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. They kiss, mouths open and tongues sloppy against each other. He hooks his thumbs on the belt loops of her jeans and pulls her towards the bed with only the dim moonlight from the window guiding them in the darkness.

They stumble onto the bed together, her on top of him, kissing while their hands roam around each other’s bodies. When he slides his fingers to the hem of her pants, he asks, “Can I touch you?”

When she says, “Yes,” he quickly unbuttons and unzips her jeans. She slides out of her pants, clad in only her panties from the waist down. He feels for her pussy, finding a wet spot already forming on the cloth. He chuckles against her ear and purrs, “Already wet for me, huh?”

He slides his middle finger past the fabric, her pussy plush and wet from arousal. When he slips inside her, he feels her stiffen against him.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

She nods but doesn’t say anything. She must be nervous. Before he goes any deeper, he tells her, “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

In a quiet voice, she obliges. “Okay.”

He fingers her gently, listening for any sounds of pleasure from her lips. Her body relaxes on top of him as she starts moaning softly against his neck.

“Think you can take another finger?” he asks, his cock hard beneath her.

“Yes. I can take it.”

He slips his ring finger with his middle and fucks her slowly. After several pumps, he slows his pace and finds her grinding against him on her own.

In a low voice, he hums, “Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers. Just like that. Good girl.”

She moans as she moves herself onto him, the wet noises from her arousal like music to his ears. He guides his thumb over to her clit and starts rubbing it gently, waiting to hear her reaction. She whimpers at his touch, making him rub her clit faster and harder as he presses his fingers deeper into her cunt.

Does she ever touch herself like this? Does she know how to make herself feel good? He can’t help but wonder as he feels her pussy tighten around his digits, cum coating his ring and index finger with each thrust. She’s rigid above him, mouth open in a silent moan as she rides out the rest of her orgasm against his palm. He keeps touching her until she relaxes beside him on the bed, eyes dazed and breath shallow. He removes himself from her and stares at his glistening hand.

For a split second, he’s tempted to suck her cum off his fingers. But he quickly shuts down the idea in his head, convincing himself that such an act is too intimate, too nasty to be shared between two strangers.

Instead, he shoves his hand down his pants to wrap his wet fingers around his hard cock and starts stroking himself.

In her haze, she pulls his pants and briefs down his legs to expose his erection. She reaches her hand over his and whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”

Hearing her repeat his own words from just a few minutes ago makes his cock twitch. He smirks at her and teases, “Do you know how?”

She sits up and kneels next to him, her head down at his abdomen. “Can you teach me?” With her mouth open, she sticks her tongue out. Ready and willing for him.

“Show me what you can do first.”

Without hesitation, she wraps his lips around the tip of his cock as he strokes his shaft. The feel of her warm mouth around him makes him tense up with pleasure. He removes his hand and sits up on his elbows to get a better look at her. “Go ahead. Show me what this virgin can do.”

He watches her intently as she takes him into her mouth. From this angle, he can only see the back of her head bobbing back and forth. What he can’t see, she makes up for in touch. The way her wetted lips wrap around him, the slide of her tongue as she drags it up and down his shaft. Her nose brushing against the hair on his groin with every plunge. How her first three fingers grip the base of his cock while her pinky and ring graze against his balls. If only he could see the way she makes his cock disappear down her throat.

It's not necessarily the best blowjob he’s ever received. To be fair, this is her first time. But for someone who claims to lack experience, she sure is eager. Eager to do a good job. Eager to make him come.

As he reaches his orgasm, he warns her, “I’m gonna come,” tugging lightly at her hair to pull her off. She releases his dick from her mouth, as he expects. But then, she lays the tip on her tongue as she strokes his cock vigorously.

“Fuck,” he mutters, shutting his eyes and releasing his cum into her mouth. When he’s spent, she sits up and faces him. Even through the darkness of the room, he sees her lips, shiny from spit and slick as she swallows his load. He shudders at the sight.

~~~

You lay your head on the pillow beside Eren. His eyes are still shut from his high when he asks, “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m not horny. I watch porn and read things online,” you answer, matter of fact.

He lets out a small laugh. “I guess I didn’t think of that.”

You lay in silence next to each other for another minute or two, before he says, “Just so you know, this is going to be a one-time kind of thing, alright?”

It catches you off guard. As calmly as you can muster, you respond, “If you say so.”

“I just don’t find you interesting enough to keep this going.”

Ouch. Again, attempting to keep your composure, you comment, “Well, thanks for being honest, I guess.” How else are you to supposed to respond to a cold statement like that?

With the sudden mood change, you decide it’s best to just leave. You get up, grab your jeans from the floor, and slide them back on, ignoring momentarily the nature of your wet panties. Eren stays still on the bed, eyes open and staring up at the ceiling.

You shuffle over to the door and quickly mutter, “I guess I’ll see you around or whatever.” Not bothering to wait for a response, you exit and make your way to the bathroom down the hall.

While you clean yourself up, rinsing your mouth out in the process, you think about exactly what transpired in the past half hour.

Eren Jaeger, who apparently is this fuck boy extraordinaire, kisses you, fingers you, whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Then, after you give him the best blowjob of your life, which isn’t saying much considering it’s the first and only, he makes it a point to tell you that this will never happen again. Because of how uninteresting and unappealing he finds you.

You look at your reflection in the mirror and feel sick. How could you let this guy, this asshole, be your first kiss? Your first sexual experience? How could you let him touch you like that? You blame erotic fiction novels for your actions, thinking you can make the bad boy interested in you after showing how eager and willing you are to do whatever he wants.

In reality, all you did was let a frat boy come in your mouth and make you feel bad about yourself at the end of it. He feels nothing towards you. Nothing.

On the other hand, you can’t help but think about the things he did do right, before it all went wrong. His mouth on yours, the way he pulls you on top of him, his fingers pumping in and out of you expertly as he whispers seductive phrases into your ear.

Let me make you feel good.

Just relax. I’ll take care of you.

Just like that.

Good girl.

You know he’s an asshole. You know you should stay away. Nothing good can come out of it. He’ll never feel anything for you. Never. Accept the fact that you made a mistake and move on.

How can a mistake feel so fucking good?

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starsinkpop · 6 months

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ATEEZ Song Mingi Tarot Reading - Future Spouse

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: October 19th 2023

Decks: Ethereal Visions Tarot, Dreamscape Oracle, Romance Angel Oracle, Love Oracle, island time wellness love Oracle, Angel Answers Oracle Cards

Seven of Swords, Queen of Wands, Five of Cups, VI The Lovers, XXIII The Artist (R), XV The Devil

Mingi’s fs is very clever and ambitious

they can be quite nosy, kind of being in everyone’s business and sometimes having a hard time minding their own

I don’t know how to explain but it feels like they kinda enjoy everyone else’s drama and could also kinda cause some drama just for the entertainment

this is someone who’s quite daring and brave and will go for their dreams no matter what

they like adventures and get easily bored

this seems to be someone who’s more on the extroverted side

their laugh is contagious and loud

this is also a very proud individual

I’m getting bad bitch vibes in the most positive way

like, they stand up for themself, know their worth and won’t take anyone’s bs

because of that they can be quite hard to please

could be a Leo or have some Leo placements in their chart

I feel like they have a very prominent light and sweet side but also a pretty dark and extreme side

very caring and loving, but that could easily turn into obsession

they generally seem to easily obsess over people and things, but should definitely keep away from alcohol and drugs

they don’t trust people easily

they have this confident energy and seem like nothing and no one can stop them but at the same time they often regret certain decisions and actually have internal fights with their own insecurities

that’s because they often make choices from the heart and sometimes forget to use their head

they’re very emotional and intellectual

at times their emotions make them mentally unstable and restless

this can cause mood swings at times

they’re very honest tho, always speaking their mind

sometimes they can be quite manipulative, but only towards people who aren’t treating them or they loved ones good

in that case they also tend to use their mental power and intelligence

they appear to be quite greedy, not only for power but also in a materialistic way

they have a hard time leaving their past behind and moving on in life

they will go on many pleasant dates with Mingi

Mingi seems one of the very few people they actually fully trust

it feels like Mingi will help them having an actual functioning relationship for the first time in their life

they will help each other finding themselves whenever they get lost

I think when they first meet it’s one of those “right person wrong time” kinda situation

one of them will be probably in a relationship when they first meet

I see them having multiple encounters until they actually get together, they will get multiple tries to meet at the perfect time in a way

Mingi’s fs feels comfortable in their skin and don’t have any issue with being in the nude or showing skin

for the looks I can say this is someone extremely attractive and sexy

but only Mingi will see the sexy side

in fact, they could appear quite innocent at times

white suits them very well

could be on the curvier side

they could have a bit lighter hair, like a dark blonde or light to medium brown

I’m getting a honey or darker skin tone

Love,

~Nicky 🫧

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crybabytoy59 · 4 months

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Holiday break pt2.

John snuggled into his Auntie sobbing softly on her chest...

He had waited years to be hugged again by her as he did as a child, it felt truly wonderful her hot warmth and her Devine smell filling his nostrils took him right back to carefree childhood days…

But he was broken from his daze by her words that chilled him ..

“Now little one time to get you down for a wee sleep as Auntie has lots to get done for this evening and some calls to make Princess, so into bed with you missy !”

John went to remover the sticky towel between his legs but Auntie Dee smacked his hand !

“Eh now leave that alone as I can’t trust you not to mess my lovely lemon bloomers can I Sissy Lemon !”

He felt shame again take over him as he had to waddle to the bed as he did the bloomers and towel slid down his thighs but his Auntie caught them pulling them up as he sat on the bed ...

“This just won’t do missy Auntie fix that for your wee nap”..

She left the room as John lay dressed in the silks..he couldn’t help himself he wanted to feel them against his skin again so started touching all over ..then it started again he was growing hard !

Closing his eyes to enjoy the moment, he opened them to find Auntie Dee stood over him !

“What are you doing missy ? Dirty wee shit I leave you for five minuets and your playing with my silks !..Lay down and spread your legs wide ! hands behind your head !”

Auntie pulled the bloomers down as she pulled back the white towel to a gasp !

“Dirty wee sissy bitch your hard again ! We will take care of that later on today missy ..”

She lifted a tub of night time face cream spreading it around his crotch ! ..

She smiled as his member twitched in response to her soft touch .

“Botty Up sissy Lemon !”

As he did she spread more cream up his rear everywhere !..

But worse was to come she had a huge Bath towel that she folded into a nappy with the come pad at It’s Center !

Pushing it under his rear she barked at him to lay down in it ..

As he did John felt the towelling stick to his rear due to the thick cream..

OMG it felt so good !

He closed his eyes again ...

“Clever wee girl just do as Auntie tells you and we will get along fine sweetheart ..But if not ?”

Suddenly John squealed as his Auntie spanked his balls very hard !

Ignoring his new plight she folded the nappy over putting four pins on it top and bottom so it was held firmly shut !

“Lift up your hips Baby !”

John did as told by his Auntie.

She then started winding clingfilm over the nappy to form plastic pants that made them very tight. next his Auntie pulled up a big crinkly plastic bag with holes she had cut for his legs !

Then put black pvc electrical tape at his legs and waist ..

Pulling the lemon bloomers back up she patted his rear firmly to a loud drumming sound !!

“There we go much better Baby girl that keep you from messing up my nice silk things Princess !...now spread your legs wide please baby!”

John again did as told , his aunt tied his ankles with the rope she had used earlier for the spankings....

“Good Baby girl hands up to the sides of the pillows !”

She tied his hands to the bed frame tightly as he was now spread like a starfish !

“Open Wide !”

Please Auntie Dee I will be good don’t gag me please ?

“Sissy Lemon Open Wide an not telling you again !”

John opened his mouth wide as his beautiful Auntie lifted the soiled panties stuffing them back into his mouth tightly then would clingfilm around his face followed by the back tape wedging the pants in tightly !

She patted his Nappy ..

“Sissy I told you No talking did I not ? ( he nodded) So your Disobedient are you?”

John was panting at his Aunties attentions too his bulging nappy front as he was even harder now due to the ball spanking ! ...as he nodded..

“Good Sissy girl Lemon so Auntie Dee has to punish you for such disobedience missy!”

She got up lifting the wooden hair brush...

“Right you Disobedient little shit !”

Thwack ..Thwack...Thwack !

“Yes squeal you wee sissy bitch You are going to learn the hard way as Auntie Dee is going to teach you that Obedience is a must with her ...And her Friends Princess !...Deep Breath and hold for your Punishment 12 !”

Sadly 36 later she put the brush down ...

“Your a very bad Baby so am going to leave you to ponder your Punishment for Not staying quiet and doing yet another filthy mess in your Nappy ! Dirty wee baby anyone would think you love Nappies !!!..Is that it you love being a diaper Baby Girlie !”

...she smiled down at him as he was now in tears...

Auntie Dee left the room to go call her best friend to tell her it was time to come over..

Plus her new revelation that John had always wanted to be a girl !

A Fucking Sissy GIRL at that !....

They both laughed on the phone as she told her friend of the mornings events...

This evening they would introduce him to Sissy hood...

But Not how he had ever thought his Auntie would be capable of..

Why ?

Her best friend from school was a Dominant and had discussed his filthy habit and how to correct such behaviour and re-educate the wee shit on how to act around Dominant Females....

An education they would both enforce with a firm hand and Bondage !...

Two hours later Bee arrived hugging her friend Dee she put down the large case...

“What’s in the case Bee ?”

“Why don’t you take it into the living room and have a look Darling” Bee said with a huge grin on her face..

Opening the case Dee gasped as it was full of sissy clothes ! But not any sissy clothes Baby Clothes ! Plus toys lots of them !…

Auntie Dee was tingling again lusting want to have more of these feeling she was having…

“Bloody hell Bee am having a flush at the thought of doing this to John ! The wee pantie stealing bitch !”…

Bee giggling spoke to her best friend..

“Trust me Dee after tonight the little sissy will Do What She is Told When She is Told….

I will show you how a sissy baby can be such an amazing Asset for you !”…

Bee set about organising the toys and letting her best friend pick an outfit for sissy’s evening training…as she did Dee asked her a question holding up a yellow frilly baby dress !

“Why are they all pvc except this one ?”

Bee chuckled…

“Not that one that’s for tomorrow morning darling, all will become evident as we train baby this evening…She will need one of the pvc dresses as they are All messy in the beginning !”

Dee laughed “What do you mean messy ?”…

Bee stood back from the table…the spoke..

“Well let’s just say sissy girl will be drooling over you !”

They laughed together looking at the items on the table set out for the evenings entertainment with her pantie stealing little shit ..

It now had a black rubber cover over it with black strapping laying out at the ready next to that was a second table with play toys ! Plugs, a cage, gags harnesses a large baby bottle with a cock nipple and punishment toys ! Whips paddles canes two of Everything !

They both looked at the huge tv on the wall with the live feed from the bedroom babyslave was sleeping..well like a baby !

Bee kissed her best friend…

“Well shall we go get the wee shit !”…

Dee kissed her deeply as she was again tingling wet with lust…

“God yes ! I can’t wait a moment longer to watch and learn !”….

As they both entered the bedroom he was startled awake at the door opening..

Looking up at Auntie Dee he tried to smile behind the cling film and tape gagging up at his Auntie...She spoke to her sissy ..

“Did my girl have a nice wee nap...I do hope so as Auntie has a surprise for you baby girl !”

A new female came into view !..

“Hello Sissy Lemon Auntie Dee tells me you have been stealing her beautiful under ware to Jerk off in ! And is it true You want to be a little girl ?”..

She suddenly smacked sissy’s thigh so hard even Dee jumped at the ferocity of the blow !....Not only that but baby girl let out a scream that could be heard even with the gagging !

“Answer me you disobedient pantie stealing shit !”....Again she raised her hand high in the Air to a sudden burst of sissy’s confession to both being a pantie Thief and wish to be a Sissy Girl !

Bee smiled at her friend as she spoke again..

“Clever Girl well let’s get you up and we can start your sissy training...As your going to learn both Auntie and myself are going to indeed have you love being a sissy girl....But not how you would wish you wee Bitch ! We have something special in store for you !”..

Dee was already pulling the ropes free as Bee put a huge leather collar on her new charge ..it had a silver name plate on it this was blank...

They both hauled sissy to his feet marching him to the bathroom !

The bath was already full with hot water and bubbles...

But Auntie Dee put on the shower, as Bee patted sissy’s rear.

“Hands up ! (Sissy did as told) What’s this !”..

Bee laughed aloud !... has Auntie put you in a Nappy !”

Dee had joined her also patting his rear she chimed in..

“I had No choice Auntie Bee..The little shit dirtied my lovely silk bloomers with its disgusting mess !...So I had to improvise but when I did the dirty shit got excited in her Nappy and did a second squirt into her Nappies !”..

Bee cut the clingfilm away letting the towel drop away to a heavy flop !..

“O’dear Auntie Dee Baby has had a bit more than a naughty squirt accident she has wet herself I think she likes being a BABY ! Well sissy bitch is that it you want to be a Baby !”

To Johns shock he got a second smack to the other thigh full force but not from Bee it was from his Auntie Dee !..

“Answer Auntie Bee you little shit do you want to be a Baby !”

He shook his head hard as he had only ever thought of being a little girl..

But a baby girl eh No !...

But Bee suddenly did something John had not expected.

she took his nipples very genteelly ...slowly teasing them as Johns shaft filled with blood..she pulled him in close as she spoke to him..

“But sissy girl you smell like a baby girl ? Yes sweetie you smell of pee’pees don’t you ? Take a Deep Breath can you smell the pee’pees baby girl ? (John nodded lost now) So that must mean your a Baby if you wet the Nappies Auntie Dee put you in ? Hhhhmmmm ? Are you ? Are you a Bad Baby ? (A second nod came) See Auntie Dee you were right, the wee shit is a liar !!”...

She grabbed his hair bending him over ! ...

“I think that deserves a spanking from your lovely Auntie missy !”..

Dee needed no second ask as she let loose on Sissy..

It was wonderful he squealed and started crying ! ..

OMG he even sounded like a baba !

“Right missy not a word stand up straight..!”

They cut the gagging away as it was pulled Auntie Dee gave sissy pink strawberry soap !

“Get washed then hands up on the wall with your legs spread !”

Sissy did as told Then the shower was put off Auntie Bee pushed an enema tube Deep into his bowels then let the hot water bottle enema rip ! ..

More tears came as it was cold !..

a few minuets later a wee dance began...

“Get on the toilet missy !”

The evacuation was instant as Auntie Dee flushed the toilet voiding the smell ! ..

“Phew you wee stinker get back up against the wall !”..

A second enema was given ...four in total brought clean water from her sissy girls Botty...

They both seemed pleased by this and spoke softly too him..

“Ok Baby Lemon into the bath and we will wash you nice Ok...?”

Auntie Dee giggled at his silence !

“Clever baby ..But when we ask a question you Will answer us both But in baby talk got that ?”

Wess Auntie Dee twank’wow !

“My my She is a natural baby girlie Auntie Dee !”

Bee mocked...

In the bath they both took turns washing sissy he was in heaven !...

Compared to the harsh treatment of earlier this was lovely as they washed him they spoke to him like a child...John would answer them both lisping like a two year old !

Auntie Dee was genuinely shocked how easy Bee was brining out the child in him !..

Auntie Dee got the big pink bath towel..

“Ok my little princess out you get so we can make you look ever so cute now..But no talking again ok sweetie ?”

John simply nodded looking down ..but this got him another smack this time to his rear full force !

“I told you baby girl You don’t look at the floor you give full eye contact to show Obedience ! Let’s try again..Princess you will not talk now Ok ? ( John looked his Auntie in the eyes welling up nodding) Clever baby girl much better... You little Llandudno are in so much trouble but don’t fret Auntie Bee Has quite the evening in store for our New Toy !”

Auntie Bee had the collar again !

“All fours Baby girl let’s get you dressed properly and get your makeup on !”....

She tugged the lead !

John. Scurried behind them both to Aunties room..

The dresser stool had a plastic cover over it and a pink sheet at the ready.

As sissy sat down looking at himself Auntie Dee put on the hairdressers sheet fastening the Velcro at the neck she patted his head...

“Headie forward and close your eyes do Not Open the missy !”

She lifted the hair clippers and set to work removing his hair as Bee had told her, leaving only a Sissy tuft on the front of his head !

God he actually looked like a baby !

Dee was so wet now...the throbbing had started again...

Bee had mittens with cartoon charioteers on the As she spoke to sissy..

“Give Auntie Bee Your Right handie ! clever baby girl”

She pushed them on hard and John had to make a fist to have them fit !

“Now the other handie.. Clever baby lemon that’s the way just be a good “Thing” for us”

Auntie Dee was already putting on the base foundation !...

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slifarianhawk · 7 months

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Chapter 25: Two Matriarchs (NORMAL P.O.V.)

Sitting at my desk, I clicked off and deactivated my connection to the B.S.A.A. terminals. Chris was clearly not in a good place and needed some comfort. I hope Barry, Claire, or the copy of my plans against Spencer would soothe him.

As I waited for Albert to arrive with that harpy Excella , I decided it would be best to have Agent Nighthawk in the office as backup. Did I think Albert would allow me to get hurt? No, no, I did not. I just think a little intimidation would be helpful.

I pressed the button on my comm choker, activating it.

"Agent Nighthawk respond." I ordered.

"Yes, commander?" His voice responded quickly.

"Come to my office. I have a feeling the new visitor will be trouble, and I would like your assistance in the matter as my backup." I said, standing up from my chair and walking over the marbled ebony cabinets in the corner of my office.

"YES, MAM!" He said loudly.

"No need to shout hun. See you soon." I ended the comm link.

Opening up the cabinet, I pulled out a tray with a vintage light blue decanter with gold angel fish with six matching glasses. Inside the decanter was Pheonix Corps. special strawberry brandy. I also had an unopened imported bottle of Kunohs orange osmanthus wine as well as an unopened bottle Disaronno and Johnnie Walker blue label, which I knew was Albert's favorite. Pulling them out of their hidey hole, I placed them on the tray as well.

Carefully, I brought the drinking set out and placed it on my desk. Tucking away my keyboard, laptop, as well as the monitors. I placed the cups along the desk. With utmost care, I covered the desk and drinking set with a black silk sheet. The proper meet and greet was more important, and if it went well, drinks would be served.

"I am here, m'lady." Nighthawk said, entering my office holding a five gallon bucket of ice,"White Queen said you would need ice, so I grabbed you a big bucket full from the kitchen before I came to your office."

The kid smiled. His unruly neck lenght blonde hair was slicked back almost how Wesk normally had his. He was wearing a charcoal grey jacket with an aquamarine tee shirt, black jeans, and his standard issued combat boots.

"Wow! kid, you're looking sharp today. This is perfect. I want to see your files from project a.c.r.o.h. you look so much like my husband it's shocking." I said, taking the bucket of ice from him," please take a seat. Archer will be here soon with Albert and that bitch Excella. However, my plan is simple, and you'll see that soon enough. Now, if you'll turn around so I can get changed."

Agent Nighthawk turns and faces the wall. I quickly changed into my battle suit that was crafted from carbon nanotubes and spider silk. Perfectly bulletproof and stylish to boot. I placed my corrective purple shades on as well as my black leather duster coat embroidered with blue silk flames. I pulled my long deep brown hair up into a ponytail. Lastly, I stepped into black snake skin three inch wedge heel boots.

"OK... Hawk, you can turn around now. I'm ready for this meet and greet with Ms. Gionne, " I said, walking over to him.

"That's good, m'lady, and it seems they are almost here." He said, pointing at the window, revealing Albert and Arjuna walking up the stairs being followed by Excella and Steve.

I quickly zipped over to my big office chair and sat down. Turning away from the door, I gazed over set agent Nighthawk and motioned for him to come stand next to me. He followed the order I silently provided in just the nick of time.

White Queen appeared as the door opened. Archer walked in first, followed by Wesker and Steve. Excella walked in last.

"Albert, where is this asset you keep bringing up? I must admit the Pheonix Corps. is an amazing organization, but would they help us with oroboros. They seemed to be aligned with the UN." She stated.

White Queen spoke up, "All of your questions will be answered here in a moment. Arjuna, please introduce our lady to Ms. Gionne."

Archer smiled and bowed, "Yes, White Queen, welcome to the final room of our tour. The heart of Pheonix Corps, this is the office of our mistress. The former vice captain of the Raccoon City special tactics and rescue services Alpha team, Umbrellas former top researcher in vaccines and anti viral procedures, UBSC Agent number seven hundred forty-eight, goddess of the new world and wife to commander Albert Wesker, our matron and leader, the Pheonix herself, Lady Tabitha Ellise Redfield Wesker."

I turned in my chair and stood up. Brushing my bangs away from my eyes. My wicked smirk plastered across my face as I stared deep into Excella's horrified eyes.

"So.... so... you were?"shuddered out Excella.

"NOT so much of a filthy mutt now am I deary. Hahaha.... worry not, dear heart. I hold nothing against you. I could have killed you the moment I laid my eyes on you, but I didn't. After all, that's not what my daughter Alistar would want. I understand you found her corpse. I want to thank you for being her home to me and Albert." I took off my shades, revealing the deep blue sapphire like eyes.

Albert walked forward and stood next to me, "Excella, my dearheart here has a deal for you."

"What is this deal? What what can she give me that I don't already have? I have Albert and our research. I don't need anything more. So tell me what you can offer me?" She huffed, turning around, starting to walk out.

"Well, how about me not exposing Tricells' recent transgressions against the UNs anti bioterrist regulations." She turned around, horrified as the realization just hit her.

"You wouldn't dare! do you know who i am. No one would turn in trecell over

petty reason, like not building a work relationship." She said, walking towards me.

I laughed, amused, "If you think I'm not that petty, just ask Wesk. However, I have damn near infinite resources and connections as well from the B.S.A.A., the connections, even Nato and the UN. I have decades of research from umbrella and access to files that Wesker doesn't. I'm currently have an army of around two thousand soldiers, all with B.O.W. training. To think you would think I studied up on you when I found out about irving was connected to Tricell. Born to the Gionne family, Excella was a child prodigy. Graduating from high school at the ripe age of sixteen and college at twenty. She gained a bachelor of science degree majoring in genetic engineering. Valedictorian at that. Now you are an assistant to my power-hungry sadist of a husband. I love him dearly, but I can tell you, and I share that fact in common. Now I'll cut you a deal, one that will be hard to refuse."

I saw Albert smirk.

"Gentlemen, let's give my dear lotus and Excella some privacy." Wesker said, motioning for the men to leave.

"No need, Albert. I want to make sure you hear what is said. That way, I know she'll stay loyal to this contract. You did tell me she's loyal to you to a fault. Let me hear this deal you've concocted. " Excella smirked, sitting in one of the chairs.

"Simple and straight to the point, I like that. This is a four part deal, and I'll have the legal team draw up the contract for three parts. The last piece will be between me and you, Excella." I said, sitting back down in my office chair.

"But of course, I'm not an idiot. Now, let's hear these terms." She said in a very business manner.

"First of we don't rat each other out to the UN, B.S.A.A or any other authority." I said.

"That's very much agreeable." She said seething, "What else would you like out of this?".

"We share resources between Tricell and Phoenix Corps. This will include but not be limited to research, viral stabilizers, soldiers, the works, whatever you need that we can provide, and the same co yndition is applied to you at tricell." I stated, grabbing a dark blue fountain pen and paper writing out the conditions and signing by each one.

"I promise you the resourses of my branch of Tricell,and I'll contact my family and have the other branches reach out as well." She said, signing next to each of my signatures.

"Lastly of the main terms, we stay out of others' way and try to rule side by side the new world uroboros will usher in for us." I said, standing up and extending my hand out.

She stood up and took my hand in hers, "Then it's settled."

"Not quite. All but Archer leave this room now that's an order. Albert, I'll discuss this with you later, but for now, this is my base. You will listen to me. " I said, pointing to the door, "Do you have any objections, Ms. Gionne?"

"Yes, I'd rather have Albert in here rather than one of your flunkies. It's only fair since you are his wife, after all." She smirked.

"Excella, I will stay, but first let me talk to my dearest lotus in the hall." He said, pulling me out the door.

When we were in the hall, Albert backed me into a wall and pressed his lips against my neck. Pinning my shoulders, he stared into my eyes. He flashed his signature smirk with his eyes glowing. His cologne rolled into my nostrils.

"Since when did you become such a devilish negotiator, my dear lotus flower." Albert murmured into my neck, planting a kiss on my lips mere seconds after speaking.

"Being Sergei's lapdog for all those years did have some advantages. Like learning how to manipulate the situation. However, you my love, are still leagues better than I. Now I'm going to offer her a deal she can't refuse for her to possibly be our third. Then, when we are ready to cut her lose, we test uroboros on her. The final test of her worthiness." I let out a dark chuckle,"but we both know what we will find there."

"My lotus's petals have really darkened. Let's go finish this negotiation, I have a treat for you when this is over." He said, lifting me into a gentle kiss searing with ferocity.

I could tell he was holding back. The sadist I know he was was loving the fact I had to play nice with his chosen subordinate. I had to be his delicate little flower, who obeyed his every command. He had a lot to learn about the new me.

I followed Wesk back into the room. A smirk wide on my face. Excella seemed interested in what I had under the black silk sheet. I swiftly took my seat, ripping off the black cloth revealing the beverages.

I poured Excella and I a drink from the strawberry brandy and Albert a drink from the Johnnie Walker, " Arjuna, Steve, agent Nighthawk, please leave us. I'll call ya'll back over my comm link." I said as the young men left the room.

"Now, what is the last part of this deal that you are proposing?" She asked as Albert slinks up behind her and strokes her face,"Albert!?"

"Isn't it obvious? Excella, my wife is being kind enough to share me with you, but only if you prove your loyalty to us."

"Does that mean? I'll be able to be with you, Albert?" She asked with a shocked expression.

"Only if you truly prove to be a partner to us." I said, handing her a glass of brandy, "Not just him but to me as well."

She gulped fear dripping from her brow as she took the glass i started to offer. "And let me guess, this is the only chance I have of getting with you, isn't it?" She looked up at Wesk.

He simply smirked and stood behind me. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he spoke,"This is all up to my dear lotus, Excella. Prove yourself to her, and your dreams may become a reality." He pulled my hair back, giving me a deep, passion filled kiss, "and from what I've seen, you have a long way to go."

"Unless you'd rather always be alone except those boy toy interns you keep around." I said, sipping my brandy smuggly.

She gulped once again and raised her glass," I accept these conditions."

"To us, the Matriarchs of the Pheonix Corps. and Tricell." I said raising my glass while handing Albert his scotch,"and the hierarchy of the new world."

Hey everyone sliva here quite the twist no? Relax this is not an Excella x reader or Excella x wesker fic. I have plans that run deep for this story. I am giving an advanced warning the next chapter will be dark. There will be two separate cases of torturing. There will be manipulation. There will be gore blood and not good situations. You have been warned for now. I'll also have proper trigger warnings before each part.

My name is Silfarianhawk, and I'm not so far away.

#albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x oc #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x oc #re wesker #Excella Gionne #Excella #tw drinking

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cambius · 5 months

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you think i’m dressed up for your messed up, predatory games. but i assure you, this isn’t for you— i always look this way. i’ll take a drink if you play, but you better run away, i’m a monster with a pretty face . ——

this is an independent & selective roleplay blog for nepharia graylock, an original character loosely based around the ‘tav’ player character in baldur’s gate 3 ( but is mostly played as a companion character ). cambion, half tiefling / half succubus. chaotic evil. multi - classed as a rogue warlock. this blog will contain a multitude of triggering and mature content ( mentions of sexual violence & trauma, heavy violence, gore, sexual content, strong language ), so please be at least twenty - one before interacting, preferably twenty - five. more information beneath the cut. fervently adored by nyx, 30.

* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. if she had friends, they’d probably call her neph. species. cambion. half tiefling / half succubus. class & specialization. warlock ( the fiend ) / rouge ( criminal ). age. 45 ( baby demon owo ). gender & pronouns. cis female ( though, succubi can change their sexual organs at will ) / she, her. orientation. pansexual ( with a sexual preference for men. she is mostly attracted to men, even though she can’t fucking stand them. with women, she tends to be more attracted to a woman who carries herself with confidence and power, basically if they don’t match her level on the bad bitch scale in her opinion, she tends to overlook them lol ) height in tiefling form. 5’6”. height in demon form. 5’10”. hair. slightly wavy, light gray & silver, just below her shoulders. eyes. light gray - blue, almost white. complexion. her skin is almost colorless, a pale, gray color. she has a few patches of light freckles speckled upon her nose, shoulders, back, and hips. distinguishing features. she is marked in abyssal language upon the left side of her face, given to her by her patron as a symbol of ownership over her. demon form. in her succubus form, she stands a bit taller at 5’10”, and her claws grow longer and sharper. the whites of her eyes turn black, and the pupils become a bright, glowing white. her teeth come to a sharper point, and of course, she sprouts dark, veiny, fleshy wings with a span of four feet in each direction. her claws are nearly unbreakable, and can penetrate and slice through thin metal. her bite force is also incredibly strong, matching that of a displacer beast. piercings. her septum. alignment. chaotic evil. alt. faceclaim. samara weaving.

cambion / succubus abilities. as a succubus, nepharia can kill with sexual intercourse, but she can also choose not to if she is so inclined— but nepharia sustains herself on mostly mortal souls, and her favorite prey are those of the male persuasion. most cambions are capable of soul absorption in some way, and this is nepharia’s way. souls make her stronger, even without killing her prey, a portion of their essence is enough to get her higher than any drug known to man, and she is quite addicted to it. enhanced empathy. nepharia is able to sense heightened emotions in the mortals around her, fear, lust, anger, sadness. regardless of this, she still has trouble actually empathizing, especially with people she perceives as prey, and she very much enjoys being feared, as much as she enjoys being desired— she feeds off of the lust as much as the souls themselves. energy manipulation. nepharia can quite literally cause a shift in the atmosphere, releasing natural pheromones that make her more difficult to resist, more powerful than your basic charm spells. she can also shift from tiefling form to her demon form at will. inter-dimensional travel. nepharia can travel to and from the hells through a portal she has the capability of opening, but it takes a lot of power and energy and mental focus, and she can’t do it more than once per day without a full rest. telekinesis.

* backstory . nepharia was born into an extremely poor family, and her mother died giving birth to her. her father always hated her for this, and eventually sold nepharia to a rich and powerful man who owned a tiefling brothel at the age of only fifteen. she also was born a pale, gray color, whereas both her mother and her father have crimson colored skin, her father always assumed her mother had been unfaithful to him, and also resented nepharia for this. unbeknownst to nepharia for many more years, or her father, she did not in fact come from his seed— but an incubus, one nepharia never meets. nepharia was never shown parental love, or love at all, for that matter. she was never shown guidance, and the more her fiendish and wicked qualities began to blossom, the more her father despised her. he thought she was evil, a curse on his miserable life. he sold her off easily.

nepharia spent another decade under the abusive ownership of theodor, the owner of the illegal brothel tailored to the elite, forced to be with countless clients though never touching any of the coin made from her labor herself. eventually, people started to complain about feeling abnormally sluggish and weak after buying an evening with nepharia, and she was even the reason many warriors fell in battle -- after a single night with the succubus, the strongest of warriors could meet a bloody end. before too long, after enough complaints, nepharia was punished by being offered to the more -- rough -- clients of theodor, clients he always promised she wouldn’t have to deal with. over the years, nepharia got smarter. she betrayed other girls to get closer to theodor, slowly but surely building his trust.

nepharia started to get visited by a regular client at least once every week. this customer never wanted sex, in fact, he only ever talked to her during their sessions, telling her that she was far more than just a tiefling to be beaten, used and discarded, but mostly speaking in riddles the first few weeks. this client eventually revealed himself to be a devil, residing in the depths of the nine hells deep in the abyss, and he craved the lifeforce of rich and powerful men in the mortal realm to ascend, but retrieving their souls was difficult. but it wouldn’t be for nepharia, all she had to do was what she’s been doing since she was a young teenage girl.

when the devil offered her great power to slay her captors, nepharia was so desperate and broken that she didn’t even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nepharia’s face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, she’s left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of ‘zymimor’ for the rest of eternity. after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nepharia’s veins, triggering her true form. she stood taller, her fangs and claws grew slightly longer, and wide, pale wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. she never knew she could do that, just as she never knew she was a cambion to begin with. for the first time in her entire life, she had power. but the devil made it a point not to tell nepharia about this until after she agreed to the deal, for she had the power to escape all along.

she hid within the wingless form she was used to until she could get theodor alone. she seduced him, almost eagerly, and now she knows what she could do. using an abundance of charm magic, she managed to convince theodor to take her out, away from the brothel, just the two of them. he of course brought a few guards along, but agreeing to it in the first place was everything she needed. he took her to an nice inn. and as she gave him her body, she drained every ounce of energy from his, absorbing his lifeforce into her until there was nothing left, and he was just a corpse beneath her. she escaped through the window afterwards, taking flight into the night, never to return.

for about a decade after escaping theodor and the brothel, nepharia enjoyed the power and the freedom. no one could fuck with her, she felt invincible -- like a god. but she was feral, and terrified of the men around her. in order to feel less afraid, she would make them afraid. zymimor, her patron, always had work for her, and in return made sure that she was well paid. there are few empires who know of the true nature of what nepharia is, and in those areas, she’s already assassinated many a king and dictator, emperor and ruler, with her abyssal body alone and her fiendish, deadly charm. zymimor eventually taught her how to travel to the abyss, where she is to bring back the souls of the men she kills for her patron to absorb.

recently, though, nepharia is getting... depressed. she fell in love with a man by the name of tomas, and that ended in brutal heartache and she hasn’t really been herself since. he was kind, and gentle, and he trusted her. her patron order her to kill him because he didn’t want her getting distracted, but also she thinks he was testing her, to see if she would obey him regardless of how difficult it might be. he called her feelings for him a weakness. she’s deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something she’s never felt once in her entire life, but she’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve it. not after everything she’s done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe she’s “free”, trying to convince herself every day that she’s not still a slave, afraid of the person who commands her. she knows love is something someone like her gets to feel. so she secludes herself, not allowing herself to get close to anyone, and just doing her job -- and doing it well -- it’s all she’s ever known.

then, after years of her only regular social interations being when she’s trying to seduce her prey, the nautiloid wreaks havoc outside of baldur’s gate where she is abducted in the middle of a hunt for her patron, a hunt to seduce and kill a man by the name of enver gortash. nepharia hides the fact that she’s a cambion from everyone in the party, as she needs these people to trust her so that she has a chance of surviving the tadpole, which makes her feel far less capable in combat in the beginning.

* companion character information .

neph’s whole thing is that she has to fuck and kill powerful people for their souls and deliver those souls to her patron ( this crazy old, super powerful incubus ). her patron promises to free her soul if she fulfills their deal and hunts for him, never failing until the day she dies ( and she can’t kill herself to try and get out of it that way ). she is unaware that her patron is actually her birth father, an incubus who has been conceiving cambion children all over the realms for centuries to locate them at their lowest points, convince them to sell their souls, and then make them deliver souls to him in mass. he wants to use this mass of raw power to ascend to some sort of godhood. her quest in the very beginning is to locate, hunt and kill gortash on her patron’s orders, and she’s abducted by the nautiloid close to baldur’s gate.

neph still meets at the very least lae’zel on the nautiloid and gets the daunting information that she’s gonna be turned into a mind flayer in a matter of days, so obviously she’s fucking freaked. after the crash, she just assumes she flies to safety ( she can shift from her tiefling from to her winged cambion form ) and couldn’t remember doing so. she doesn’t know where she is or what to do, the only thing she can think to do in her panic is to try and complete her quest within the days she has left and deliver the soul to her patron so that he might help her. so, she flies away from the crash site and gets out of range of the artefact and falls under the influence of the absolute.

and it’s as though she just knew what she needed to do. she found herself at the goblin camp, completely forgoing her patron’s quest. in her mind, it didn’t matter anymore. she was perfect. she was needed now for far more important things, things that would make her far more powerful within the embrace of the absolute. nepharia can be found by the others here, as just another true soul boss, and she probably wouldn’t be hiding her demon form. i imagine she would be helping minthara try to get information about the grove, torturing that one guy way better than the goblins were ( dude wasn’t even missing any body parts lmao ).

however, when the others do come and she is in range of the artefact again, she is going to immediately have questions for whoever questions her. she would have learned at this point that she can use the tadpoles to poke into other peoples’ heads and man does she use that a lot. it’s a thing she practically abuses and doesn’t get better about for a long time. she would probably immediately do just that with the group, probing them for anything they might know. she would recognize immediately that her insane devotion to the absolute wasn’t of her own volition, she’s never worshiped anything but herself. she would never forsake her life, or her eternal soul, for some god. i guess it would be up to the player to decide whether or not they trust a devil to join them ( but she’s hella powerful as a cambion, and her demon form shreds lol ), and she would no doubt demonstrate just how useful she can be, helping them fight their way through goblins and true souls to free halsin for answers.

her main goal throughout the game is to get to baldur’s gate, because she still has a quest to complete for her patron, but that changes later once she finds out the truth about her patron. i mean, she’ll still kill gortash and the others, but not for her patron. she could go one of two ways, though:

there’s the evil path. she takes the stones for herself, dominates the elder brain and takes over the world with enough power to kill her patron and free herself. i’ve done this way and can do this way, for sure, but as much as it fits her chaotic evil vibe, i want the best for my demon baby <3

i like the idea of neph slowly developing her mortal empathy throughout the events of the game as she develops a bond with the people around her. this would be the first time she’s ever allowed herself to become close to other people, and she would be reluctant to let herself see them as people at first. normally, neph only sees mortals as things to play with, use, and discard when she’s finished, but she also never really was shown any other way to be. she was raised with any sort of love, guidance or support. speaking of, her other in-game quests even if she doesn’t go the evil route would be to 1. kill her father ( the man who sold her to a brothel when she was 15 ) and 2. kill her father ( her patron xD ). mad daddy issues all around over here. but eventually, especially if she has the support of other people obtaining her own freedom, i think neph could be a pretty decent person and break out of that cycle of abuse.

* verses .

au verse: au where nepharia’s mother never died in child birth, and so she was raised by her mortal mother and was never sold to the brothel and never sold her soul. in this verse she is chaotic neutral instead of chaotic evil and it gives me a chance to explore her softer side easier.

#about.#pinned.

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edenshiba · 11 months

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Thank you for writing my request! It turned out amazing! I hope you don’t me doing another? Could you do a Tsuji x Reader? Reader is the younger sister of 9. Reader and Tsuji have been talking for a long time when Tsuji confesses to her. Reader has no idea who to respond and gets interrupted by her brother picking her up from them hanging out. Tsuji kisses her cheek before they leave and tells her to think about it. 9 just looks confused and before telling them you can’t date you know that right

(I don’t think being 9’s younger sister would give much of a social life or romantic life)

(Tsuji helped Reader when some students from another school tried to jump her)

Character: Tsuji x Fem! Reader

Note: I forgot to update..... Sorry. SOMEBODY PLEASE DO MORE OF TSUJI AND SHIBA 😭. also @mrskenpachizaraki this is for you 😊

The bell ring loudly as the whole students packing their bag without caring of the teacher’s words. You sat there, zoning out since while looking at the athletes training at the field.

“Remember class, I need your parents to sign the form or else you can’t participate in the field trip.” The teacher said.

You put on your headphones before playing the One Ok Rock song. You are a big fan of that band since you entered high school. Thanks to your former best friend.

Since she passed away, you didn’t socialize anymore. Only wake up, go to school, come back, play the guitar and finish your homework and sleep.

The routine oy change if you brother remember to come home, otherwise you will do it every day. Anyway, you can just forge your brother’s signature. 9 never home so it's not a big of a deal.

While walking to the bus stop, you saw several girls with a different uniform than you. You went to Seiho All Girls School and the uniform there are brown. Those girls wear blue.

Ah, must be from the rich school

You tried to ignored them but the one with the pony tails stops and push you.

' Fucking bitch. You thought.

The melon bread that you were eating laying flat on the ground before one of them stepped on it.

That was supposed to be your dinner.

“So this is the girl that Keiji like?” You stared at her before trying to remember the name.

Who the hell is Keiji?

“I don’t know that people from Seiho is are this shameless.” Their accusations making you felt dizzy.

First of all, who are they? And second of all, since when you talk to people?

The last person you ever communicates with was your homeroom teacher. She said your grades are good enough to be accepted to the top Universities in Japan.

“ Who do you think you are, huh? Taking another girl’s boyfriend. Are you that shameless?”

Ah, now you understand.

Despite being a loner, you are quite popular among other people. Since you are the president for the chess club and the top student of the school, people talks about you a lot.

But of course, nasty rumours do spread around.

You give them an annoyed look. Do these girls thinks that you are THAT cheap?

“Ah, him? Sorry but he’s the one who like me. I can’t do anything about it girl.” You replied.

If they wanted to act like a mean girl, then you can also do the same.

You saw how her hand almost touching your face until a big veiny hand appear. You opened up you eyes after not feeling anything, only to see two stranger. One with the red hair was holding her hand and one with the blonde hair covered your body from them.

“ Five versus one? My, you guys really that pathetic huh?” The girl tried to snatch her hand back but the man’s grip tighten.

“ Mind your own business!” The girl says.

She tried to act tough even though you see how her leg shakes. You did felt a tinge of pity but then you chose to forget it.

“How can this not be our business? How can an elite group came here? Didn’t you guys too far from home?”

The girls were to stunned by their words. The red head finally let go of the girl’s hand. She wince at the pain before covering the wrist. Her white skin turns red.

“This is not over yet!” She yelled before walking away with her group of friends.

You waved at her before looking tried to walk away.

“Thanks for your help but I can protect myself.” You said before disappearing from their sight.

You put on your headphones back before turning on the music. Well, that will be the first and last time you see them.

Meanwhile, Tsuji and Shibaman were stunned by your reply.

“Nee Tsuji, we shouldn’t help her you know.”

Tsuji scratch the back of his head before looking at his partner.

“Well, it’s not wrong to help her. Besides, she’s cute ya know?” Tsuji smirked before walking away.

Shiba followed him but still puzzled at his words. There is no way in seven hell Tsuji like that girl.

The next day, you put on the headphone as soon as the class is over. The field trip talk is unnecessary. You brother did came back last night to give you the monthly allowance before going back to his usual work.

You didn’t care, as long as he gave you enough money to survive then you are okay.

Your instinct told you to take off the headphone and you did. A big figure towering over you, making you tilted your head a bit.

It is him, the guy from yesterday.

“ You shouldn't walk while listening to the music. Somebody might jumped on you .” He said before taking the headphone off your head.

“ What are you? Stalker?” You said before snatching the headphone back.

You walk past him but before you could put on the headphone again, he grab it and put it around his neck. You glared at him before trying to get it back.

“U, uh. I’m taking this.” He said.

You groaned at his actions. How old is this guy anyway?

“ I’m Tsuji by the way. Nice to meet you.” He said.

“Fuck off.”

Several months went by and you and Tsuji has a pretty good friendship. If he didn’t hang out with his Oya High friends he would hang out with you. Depending on his mood, usually he would walk you home and have a dinner with you.

Surprisingly he can cook.

“Hey.” You raises your head, just Tsuji and Shibaman is nowhere to be seen.

“Where is Shiba?”

“Well, his sister wants to meet him. What are you listening to?”

Tsuji took your left earbud before putting it on his ear. You play the song to let him hear it.

“It’s cool. Who’s the artist?”

“Halsey.” He nodded.

Without him knowing, you blush slightly. You find it hard to push him away lately. Both of you have been seeing each other everyday and sometimes he even walk with you to school despite Oya High is on the other side of the town.

“So, are you free tonight? We can watch the star.” He asked while opening the café door for you.

“My brother is coming tonight. Sorry.” You apologize but the man just smile.

“It’s fine. Let me order the drinks” You watch him walking to the counter.

Your heart beats faster than usual. Oh my god you are in love with this guy.

You can’t deny it, Tsuji is a good guy. He walks you home, he bought flower whenever he visited you at your apartment, he accompany you whenever you study at the library despite him just watching without doing anything.

You can’t help but like him. Well, this tiny little crush will never be known by him of course.

He can’t know. You have a reputation to uphold.

“Hey they run out of (f/f) smoothie. Is coffee fine?” He said worriedly.

“ It’s fine.” You said before taking the cup.

Good bye to your sleep.

You took out your exercise book and your notes. Tsuji just watching you solve the math questions. After several minutes, you change to the other book.

“Do Seiho always gives their students lots of homework?” He asked while sipping his coffee.

You look up before putting the pen down. You just realized that you got another three subject to finish by tomorrow.

“Oh this? Well, English and Math from three weeks ago and Physics and Chemistry is from last week. Yeah the Japanese need to be submit by next week.” Tsuji scratches the back of his head.

You chuckled at his actions. Well, Oya wasn’t known for their intelligence. You don’t really blame him.

“Don’t study too much. You might go crazy.” He said before switching his focus to his phone.

“ Ok dad.” You rolled your eyes before continues to finish the whole essay. Tsuji smiled at your words.

He don't really paying too much attention on his phone. He has been staring at you secretly. He loves it whenever you bit your lower lips whenever you didn't know the answer.

The sun already set by the time you finish the Chemistry homework. You put all the pens and pencils inside your pencil case before putting it in your bag. You saw Tsuji just got back from the toilet.

“You done?”

“Yeah my brother will fetch me so you can just go home.” You said before sipping the remaining coffee.

“ Don’t be stupid. Let me walk with you.” He said before taking your bag and sling it on his shoulder. He grabbed you by the hand before both of you leaving the café.

You blush at the gesture. Thank god he didn’t see it.

The walk to the bus stop is quite. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. The way he holds your hand say it all but you don’t want to put your hopes too high.

Does he like you?

“The moon is beautiful right?” You heart skipped a beat.

Wait, what?

He suddenly stop before looking at you. Your eyes met his and he smile.

“ (y/n), I like you.”

You aren’t dreaming right?

Did he just, confessed his love to you?

“I, I....”

A loud honk shocked you. You look at the car, shit!

“Your brother?”

“Yeah.” Tsuji chuckled. He patted your head before kisses your right cheek.

“ I don’t need the answer tonight. Feel free to tell me when you are ready.” He said before wave good bye.

You still at the froze at your spot. He kissed you.

YOUR CRUSH KISS YOU!

You will never wash your face after this. Oh my god!

Before your brother loses his patience, you quickly went to his car and sat at the passenger sit. 9 gave you a weird look.

“Is that your boyfriend?" He gave you a confused look.

How come he never see that guy. Are you dating without him knowing?

"You know you can't date right? What will happen to your study if you got pregnant? Oh my god you got the entrance exam this year!"

You gave him an annoyed look. This is why you and him never in a good relationship.

Too overprotective. It’s suffocating.

“Shut up and drive old man. I want to eat sukiyaki.” You said.

Sleep well pretty. I’ll walk you to school tomorrow.

You smiled at the message. Ah, love is great.

“ I’ll send you to cram school if your grades drop. Also quit smiling like an idiot.” 9 can’t accept this.

You’re growing too fast.

“ I know okay.” You grumble.

Café date tomorrow?

Alright.

You grinned.

“I told you to stop smiling already!”

“Shut up old man!”

#high&low #high&low the worst #high&low the worst x #oya high #tsujifromhighandlow #tsujixreader

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