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gilverrwrites · 1 month

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Skinny Dipping

Pairing: Dean WInchester/F!Reader

Authors note: This has the been the hardest, and biggest of my re-mastered fics so far. I’m pretty sure the original was an amalgamation of imagines from supernaturalimagine and dirtysupernaturalimagines but I couldn’t even guess at which imagines exactly. This is like, my 4th public/semi-public fic in like 3 months, I’m starting to feel like this is a kink I didn’t know I had. Also, Metallica have not cancelled anything, don’t worry. (and I don’t know jack about cars, people that do, please don’t come for me, I really did try, k, thanks, bye.) 💖

Plot: Reader is a mechanic who Dean's been checking in on, and checking out for a while now. Dean has the perfect excuse to see her after baby breaks down nearby.

Rating: M/18+

Words: 2936

Content: Swearing, consumption of alcohol, reckless drunken/tipsy behaviour, being submerged underwater, skinny dipping, teasing, brief retraining, size-difference, dry-humping, (or I guess wet-humping), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, water sex, mild angst.

Please remember: If you never try, you’ll never know.

You switch off the radio, listening to the purr of your car's ignition as you pull up behind a familiar black impala. It was a beauty, but it was nothing compared to your ‘70 boss. You watched as its owner climbed out of the front seat and headed towards you.

Its owner being your old friend Dean Winchester. He and his brother had saved you from a coven of witches a few years back, and ever since he’s been popping back into your life every few months. ‘Working on a case nearby’, ‘just passing through’, ‘baby needs a new compressor’. Every visit he laid the flirting on thicker. You weren’t sure if he was just joking around with you, or if he was serious, or if he saw you as a challenge. Either way you’d been making him work for it. Today it just so happened that his car had broken down a few miles out from your shop, the perfect excuse to see you on a Friday night.

You were pulled from your train of thought by a light tapping on your window. You snapped your head to the side to see Dean hovering over your door. His familiar smile set your heart racing. Okay, so maybe his seduction tactics were working, he was hot, who could blame you?

“Is there a problem, officer?” You joked, rolling down your window.

Dean rested an arm on the hood and leaned in. “No, no, just a routine check.” You knew he impersonated officers and agents all the time, but you hadn’t seen it firsthand. It was impressive how easily he slid into character.

“I am, however, gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle for a full strip search.”

Act ruined.

“At least buy me drink first.” You quipped.

“If you can help me, I’ll buy you a whole dinner.” He winked and opened the car door from the outside. You raised your brows at him but climbed out anyway before making a b-line for the impala’s engine.

“What’s wrong?” You directed your question to the car in the same tone you would address a small child or animal, gently rubbing a hand across its roof as you walked beside it. "Has someone been neglecting you?”

“Hey!” Dean barked, clearly offended. “I take better care of this baby than I do myself.”

At that you looked back over at him. He’d forgone his usual flannel today, leaving him in a pair of jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a grey t-shirt that clung tight and accentuated his broad chest. By the time your eyes reached his face, Dean was sporting a wicked grin, clearly ecstatic to have caught you checking him out. You avoid his smug gaze by popping the hood of his car to take a look at the engine.

“You weren’t kidding.” You whistled; Dean really was taking care of the thing. The motor was almost gleaming. You felt his warm hand suddenly press against your lower back and turn to look up at him. The expression on his face could only be described as that of a proud father.

“Yeah.” He agreed before pointing to the main battery with his free hand: “This is the problem. It’s busted.”

“Ah, you’re gonna need a new one. I’m surprised you don’t keep a spare.”

“Yeah.” To his credit, he looked pretty sheepish. “I normally do, but guess I forgot when the last one went out.”

“I don’t have one.” You said, pursing your lips to express your sympathies.

Dean didn’t respond, biting his lip while he waited for you to continue.

“But I could give you a jump start if you gotta head out soon.” You bring the hood back down and start heading to the boot of your car.

“No good,” Dean calls after you. “I’m not in a rush, but I don’t have enough gas to get me where I’m going.”

“Well… I’ve got a guy. He’s a few towns over. He’s closed at this time.” You inform as you open your boot and pull out your tow rope, flashing it to Dean with a smile. I can tow you into town for tonight, then drive you there and back in the morning.”

“I knew I could count on you!”

An hour later, you’d slowly but surely managed to drag Dean and his baby back into town, argued with him about him staying at a motel or on your couch (you’d won), and successfully swindled him into buying you that dinner he’d promised. Dinner being take-put pizza and over-priced ice-cream. Now, the two of you were sitting in your backyard, sharing the aforementioned ice-cream and an old bottle of Jack Daniels you’d pulled from the back of your cupboards.

“So,” Dean began, his speech slurred by the spoon hanging from his mouth. How’s the garage doin’?”

You take a sip of the JD and proceed to suck on your teeth as you consider how to respond.

“Honestly, bad. Ever since that shitty corporate place set up shop down the road, we’ve been going downhill.” You punctuate your statement with another sip from the bottle before offering it to Dean. “I’m keeping it up and running by tooth and claw, but truthfully, it’s probably only got a few months left in it.”

He gives you a sombre smile as he exchanges the tub of ice cream for the bottle. It's a touchy subject, but you can’t help admiring the way his neck moves as he tilts his head back to drink. You avert your eyes by scooping up the last bit of cold, sugary goodness and placing the empty container on the grass beside you.

“That sucks.” He places a hand on your shoulder, attempting to offer comfort. “That really sucks. Do you have a back-up plan?”

You grab the bottle back from Dean and take another sip before answering.

“I dunno. Sometimes I think about doing what you do. Kinda.” You begin. You don’t miss the way his entire body stiffens before you clarify. “Without the monsters. Just hit the road, get drunk at every bar in the country, visit Disney, become Metallica groupie, an-”

“You know they cancelled that tour, right?” Dean butts in.

“WHAT?” You shake his hand off and stare up at him in disbelief.

“Yeah.” He shrugs. The smile on his face is anything but sympathetic.

“Bastards.” You cross your arms and pout dramatically. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but the laugh that escapes Dean's lips is magical, and you can’t help but join in. When he returns his hand to your shoulder, this time reaching for the furthest from him, thus wrapping himself around you, your skin tingles, and you let yourself fall into him.

As the two of you slowly seize your giggling, Dean checks his watch. He quirks an evocative brow at you when he speaks, “It’s getting late. Maybe we should head inside?”

You mull it over, dramatically swaying your head from side to side before you voice your decision. “Actually, I have a better idea.”

You stand up, offering your hand to Dean, who eyes you sceptically. Nevertheless, he takes the bait, placing his hand in yours and allowing you to lead him toward the footpath just outside your garden.

“Where are you taking me?” he asks, and you can sense the caution in his voice. You assume it’s the hunter in him being paranoid, and you know for a fact that his free hand is hovering over the knife he keeps tucked into the back of his jeans at all times.

“I’m taking you here,” you answer as you pull him through the last set of trees and onto the shore of the local lake. You scan the surrounding area as you kick off your shoes. Satisfied that nobody is nearby, you start pulling off your trousers.

As you bend down to pull your socks off, you look up at Dean. He’s staring back at you intensely, mouth open, cheeks pink.

When you start pulling your top over your head you feel his fingers lightly brush against your hips. He’d stepped closer, and you’re tempted to touch him back or to reach up and kiss him. But you don’t. Instead, you throw your top over his head and sprint for the water.

“RACE YOU!” You challenge, discarding your bra and panties before you reach the water and forward dive in. Dean follows you moments later with a cannonball that splashes your face just as you’re resurfacing from your own dive.

“Fuck! That’s colder than I expected.” You yell to him.

“I’ll warm you up.” Dean replies as he swims close to you. You let his hands return to your hips, not expecting it when he dunks you back under the water.

You cough and splurge as he brings you back up. You flail your arms around until you find the top of his head, and you cling to him for dear life, but Deans is stronger, taller, and he’s found solid ground to plant his feet onto below the water. He escapes your grip and throws you under again.

“STOP. MERCY!” You yell when you come back up. This time, you use your legs for safety, wrapping them around his hips. You'd be safe if you could just get a grip on his arms. You’d been too distracted to notice his erection until you feel it poking at you. You’re about to make a comment about it, but Dean speaks first.

“You’re cute when you’re scared.” He laughs, you silence him with a swift but playful punch to the chest. In defence he grabs at your wrists, able to trap both in just one of his hands. His other hand slides up your arms, over your shoulder, your neck, until he reaches your cheek. He leisurely rubs his thumb against your wet skin.

You stay like that for a while, watching each other, before you finally ask, “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

Without any further hesitation Dean lunges forward, forcing his lips against yours. His kiss is hard and animalistic; he skips straight past the pecking and teasing to roaming your mouth with his tongue. His fingers leave your cheek and weave into your hair, holding you against him, his stubble scratches against your skin.

In a play for dominance, you dart your own tongue out, grazing his chapped lips, but he denies you. Instead, he pulls away from your lips, refocusing his attention on nipping and kissing at your jaw, neck, and collarbone.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been imagining this.” He utters onto your skin.

“What, this exact scenario?” You joke.

“Not exactly.” He lets out a breathy chuckle, and the gust of air against your skin makes you tremble.

“Then what?” You challenge. Your inability to touch him is frustrating you. In an attempt to stimulate him back, you grip your legs around him tighter, using him as leverage to grind against him. The tip of his cock doesn’t quite reach your clit, but its added pressure helps it spread your lips. “Tell me.”

He drops his hand from your head, and cups it under your asscheek. Firmly guiding you up and down, assisting you in rutting against his cock. Shakey breaths become grunts, and after a few seconds he releases your wrists so that he can grip you with both hands. Free to move, you shimmy down his body until you can feel his dick brush against your clit with each grind.

“Come on, tell me.” You plead, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, your grip tightening every time he hits your sweet spot. You know he's not shy, that he’s just getting lost in the feeling, and it pains you to say it, but eventually, you taunt. “I’m not gonna fuck you if you don’t tell me.”

He whimpers at your empty threat but finally confesses. “Just you. Your body, under me. Every night, I think about how you’d look, how you’d feel squirming, moaning my name.”

“Fuck. That’s hot.” You reply and he smiles as you plant your lips against his once again.

“Can I fuck you now?” He asks, speech slurred as he tries to speak between kisses.

“Yes.” You respond instantly, pulling back to look him in the eye. “Please fuck me, Dean.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His grip on your ass is like a vice as he lifts you up slightly. You both work in sync to position yourselves just right until he lowers you onto his cock, slowly pressing into you. There’s some resistance as he stretches your walls, but the sound of his whispered praises helps you relax until he finally bottoms out, stretching you in all the right places.

“Fuck, that feels so good. You took me so well.” He affirms, and even though he’s already balls deep, you can’t help the heat that spreads across your face.

He begins lifting you again before you can respond, sliding you up and down his cock in slow, steady movements. You grip tight to his shoulders and hips with your hands and knees, using them as leverage points to help move your body up and down. Each thrush is slow and shallow, but Dean seems to be loving it; his head rolls back, and he releases breathy moans with every rock.

“Shit.” You shout, holding tighter still when Dean unexpectedly shifts below you, repositioning his legs to a sturdier position. You watch through hazy eyes as he reaches up and grips your hand, before guiding it down the tight space between your bodies. You get the message quickly, and begin rubbing your clit in lazy circles, keeping in time with the pace of Dean's cock.

The added stimulation had your toes curling in no time. When your pussy starts clenching around Dean’s cock, you see the sudden concentration in his face. His brow furrows, and he bites his lip as he focuses on riding you through your orgasm. The sight was the final push you need to take you over the edge.

“Fuck, Dean. Fuck fuck fuck, that feels good.” You cry out as you hit your climax.

“Keep saying my name, baby.” Dean begs as he continues rolling your hips together. You feel his body shake as he starts to struggle with your combined weights as he chases his own release.

You try to assist, desperately pumping yourself up and down despite the newfound sensitivity as you chant his name.

“Fuck, yes baby.” You feel the twitch of his cock inside you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck as he hits his orgasm, rutting his cock as deep as he can as he cums inside you. “oohhh yeah.”

You stay in position for a long time following, holding on tight to each other, listening to each other's breathing as you come back down, until Dean guides your body backwards so that you’re face to face again. “How you feelin’?”

“Good.” You reply with a smile.

“Good.” He grins at you mischievously before plunging backwards into the water, taking you with him.

“So, was that everything you imagined it to be?”

He purses his lips in thought before teasingly responding. “Eh, it wasn’t bad.”

You both laugh as you lay your head down on Dean's bare chest; his arms envelop your body as you both blankly look up at the stars. You play with the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from him when you emerged from the water and re-dressed.

“You should do it.” Dean says when you're both fully settled down.

“Do what?” You query, popping your head up to look at him, unsure what he’s talking about.

“Hit the road.” He clarifies, revisiting your earlier conversation. “I mean, life on the road isn’t easy or sustainable, trust me, I know.”

“But…” You prompt, knowing fully that he wasn’t going to stop there.

“But it could be fun for a while. If it’s what you wanna do. Hell, I’d totally be a roadie if… you know.”

“I know,” You reply. You’re smiling at him, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The reminder of your failing business stung, but you didn’t want it to spoil your night. You lean forward, caressing his cheek; his stubble feels rough against your fingers. You gently pull his face forward and plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “I might. I probably will. If it comes to it.”

“I can’t come with you.” He says when you lean away. You hadn’t expected him to want to come with you. Hoped, maybe? But you knew it wasn’t a possibility.

“I know.” You repeat.

He carefully reaches up to run his hand across your damp hair as he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is longer, softer than any you’d shared all night. When you’re done, he lets his head fall back against the ground, and you perch yourself against his chest once more.

“You’ll still call me though, right?”

“Always.” He replies instantly. “You’re my best girl. Well, second-best girl.”

“The car?” You ask deadpan. Of course, the car is his number one.

“Who else?” He replies shamelessly.

You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, entwined in each other’s arms, spent and damp under the stars, until eventually, you feel your lids growing heavy. You fight it for a while, willing yourself to remain awake, until eventually your tiredness wins out. You cuddle closer into the warmth of Dean's chest as you fall asleep.

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zanarkandskylines · 2 months

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『♡』 fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ aged to 21 | friends to lovers ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

summary: your favorite metal band is in town, the same one you used to listen to with bakugo back in high school, and you decide to go to the show together! after a long week, a night out in Shibuya is exactly what you need. tags & warnings: brief violence, cursing | friends to lovers, pining, protective bakugo, fluff, first kiss a/n: bakugo would be such a fun person to go to a show with when he’s the one interested! otherwise he’d rather stay home lol ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,714 ꒱

“Yo, you ready yet, dumbass?” Bakugo shouts from your living room, impatiently tapping his foot as he’s waiting for you to finish touching up your makeup in the bathroom.

“Just a sec, Kat!” you call back as you’re leaning over the sink, cleaning up the corner of your eyeliner with a wet cloth.

“Y’don’t even need makeup, dammit!” he retorts, a backhanded compliment to get your ass moving. “Ya probably won’t even -,”

His words die in his throat as you emerge from the hallway and enter the living room.

Woah. She looks fuckin' gorgeous.

You catch him staring as you’re clipping in a pair of earrings. “What? Too much?”

He scoffs as he sneakily checks you out a second time. “Nah, you look great.”

You smile and wink at him. “Thanks, Kat. Right back at ya.”

“If some slimy fucker creeps on you, I’ll punch his lights out.”

You can’t help but snort as his comment.

The outfit you chose to wear fit the scene of the band you were seeing, one of your favorite metal bands that you two would listen to back in high school. It wasn’t too over the top, at least you didn’t think so. An all black ensemble - a thin long sleeve mesh top under your band t-shirt, tucked lazily into a pleather mini-skirt and a pair of tinted sheer tights hugging your legs. Your hair was pulled into a ponytail, a few stray pieces of hair framing your face alongside your bangs.

Bakugo wasn’t as dressed up as you were, donning a simple grey t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the thighs and black boots. A stack of his favorite bracelets hung on his wrist and a pair of black studs adorned his ears.

“Figure out where you wanna eat?” you ask as you’re looking for your boots in the hallway closet.

“The curry place by the station. We can hop on the train into the city afterwards.”

Boots in hand, you return to the living in room and plop next to him on the couch.

“Those things could squash a damn kid,” Bakugo jokes, pointing to the platforms of your boots as you’re lacing them on your feet.

“They’re literally the same kind you wear on patrol!”

“And you’re still shorter than me with those fuckers on.”

You punch him in the arm, maybe a little too hard, to be playful. “I don’t need to be your height to kick your ass!”

“Ow, shit! Watch it, those hands are fuckin’ deadly!” he scolds, rubbing the reddening mark on his bicep.

“My bad,” you chuckle, patting him on the shoulder as an apology. “Let’s get outta here.”

“Hand it over,” Bakugo orders as you pick up the check from the table, flexing his palm toward you.

“Huh? I told you -,” you start to remind him until he cuts you off mid-explanation.

“Just ‘cause I heard ya doesn’t mean shit. Give it.” He snatches the paper and booklet with one hand while fishing his wallet out of his pocket with the other. “Stop bein’ a brat and let me pay for your damn dinner.”

“I’m not being a brat! I was just trying to treat you to dinner for once,” you say defensively.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I let you buy the tickets.”

Bakugo consistently paid whenever the two of you would grab food. It didn’t matter what it was - coffee before work, snacks from the convenience store, lunch outings, dinners in the city - he’d shove you aside and take your card, or be the one to order so you don’t have the chance to hand your card over. The few times you did get to pay for him, he immediately sent you the money back. It’s been a consistent staple in your friendship since Junior year of high school.

While leaving the curry shop, you see the train approaching at the station.

“Shit, Kat. That’s the train we need to catch to make it on time!” you utter in a panic as you grab his wrist. “C’mon!”

You arrive at the venue an hour before the show starts, giving you both enough time to get inside, grab drinks and find a perfect spot as planned.

Once inside, the two of you make your way over to the bar while the crowd was light.

“Are you at least gonna let me buy you a drink?” You tease, elbowing Bakugo in the arm.

He sighs dramatically, the tell-tale sign that he’s no longer going to fight you on it. “You’re lucky I’m feelin’ generous.”

Beers in hand, you both head to the general admission area of the venue and situate yourselves near the back - not too squished between loads of people but close enough to see the stage.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” you beam, leaning against him as a token of thanks.

He throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. “Of course. Woulda been mad if ya didn’t ask me to come see the band we had on repeat together through all those study sessions and sparring matches.”

The lights begin to dim and the crowd cheers as the band takes the stage. He lets you take a step back and shift next to him, but keeps his arm around your shoulder. The two of you cheer in unison and hold up your beers for the band as they set up for their first song.

The show has been a goddamn blast! The two of you have been singing and dancing together the whole time, screaming every single lyric. Bakugo loves watching you throw your hands up and yell along with the crowd, having the time of your life and not letting anyone get in your way. It’s infectious - his grin not wavering the entire show.

“We have one more song for the night!” The lead singer announces into the mic. “It’s a special one - thanks for coming out!”

The song they begin to play is one of their slower numbers, one that you know Bakugo adored. You watched as his eyes lit up under the spotlights, taking in the moment as the band progressed through the song. You loop your arm with his, rocking back and forth in unison with the rest of the crowd.

Bakugo removes his arm from your hold to spin you around to face him, pulling you close and holding you to his chest. He gently sways with you in his arms as you embrace him, mimicking a slow dance. You can hear his heartbeat thrumming in his chest alongside the subtle vibrations of him humming to the song. Your eyes flutter closed, absorbing every ounce of love in this moment between the two of you. His hold encased you in a sense of security that you didn’t find with anyone else.

Once the song ends, the band is saying their goodbyes to the crowd as he releases his hold on you.

“I didn’t think they were gonna play that tonight,” you say, smiling up at him. “Guess we gotta buy t-shirts now!”

Bakugo laughs, shaking his head. “Matching ones?”

“It’s either that or we buy one and I constantly steal it from you.”

We?

Bakugo smirked at the suggestion.

“You steal my shit all the time, ya brat,” he teases, pinching your cheek. “I’ll buy two. Which one do y’want?”

“You pick, you have better taste than I do. I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we head out,” you say as you pat him on the shoulder before skipping off to the bathroom. He heads over to the merch table to stand in line for your t-shirts.

It’s been a good 20 minutes since you wandered off. Bakugo meanders over to the bathrooms, the t-shirts he bought for you both draped over his shoulder. He’s poking around, searching for you in the crowd as he spots your ponytail in a sea of others.

You’re talking with some guy that he doesn’t recognize. The guy slithers into your personal bubble as Bakugo stalks up behind you.

“C’mon doll, you’re fine as hell. Don't you -"

"Beat it, jackass. She's obviously not interested," Bakugo interrupts, stepping to your side.

He scoffs and takes a step back from you. "And who the hell are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now fuck off."

Your cheeks flare at his comment - did he mean that? Or was that just to get this guy off your back?

You turn to leave as the guy slaps your ass - hard. "Have fun with this loser."

Bakugo doesn't even have time to react before your fist crashes into this guy's jaw, clocking him so hard that he stumbles to the floor. The commotion causes one of the security guards to scurry in your direction, beckoning for you to come over to him.

"Shit, we gotta go!" you yell, interlocking your fingers with Bakugo's as you bolt through the crowd and away from the guard before getting caught.

The two of you manage to escape, rushing out of the venue's exit door and into the busy Shibuya streets. You don't stop running until you round a corner and duck into an alley way, hiding from any potential security that could have tailed you and letting go of his hand.

Out of breath, you lean on to the wall and wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

"S-shit, sorry Kat, didn't mean to thrash you around like that."

He takes a second before deciding to box you up against the wall with his frame, catching you off guard. "I'm not complain'."

"Boyfriend, huh? Was that your way of asking me out?" you joke, pulling at the collar of his t-shirt.

Bakugo snickers as he's shutting his eyes, lowering his face to level with your own before your lips meet. The kiss is brief, but enough to get his point across.

"I bought matching band shirts with ya, who the fuck else would I do that shit with?"

You giggle, pulling him back in for another kiss - longer and sweeter than the previous one.

This isn't where you thought the night would end, but you're over the moon.

bakugo just couldn't resist confessing after watching you beat some dude's ass in one punch ;)

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lovelybucky1 · 11 months

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Ego (rockstar!anakin x reader)

warnings: band!au, AFAB!reader, spitting, light choking, praise, degradation, (mentioned) exhibitionism, (mentioned) public sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, m!receiving oral sex, rough sex, smoking, consumption of alcohol, anakin is kind of an asshole in his, but he loves you

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The concert was explosive. Your ears still ring from the deafening bass from the speakers next to the stage and your nose is filled with the scent of smoke and sulfur from the fireworks that lit off during the last song.

You push through the flow of the bustling crowd leaving the venue, as you make your way up to the stage. You climb over the barrier and skip up the stairs. You slip behind the curtain and walk through the backstage area to the back exit.

The roadies are wheeling the band’s equipment to the bus and are packing it up to be transported to the next city overnight. You cut in front of the train of carts and equipment and run towards the bus, your stiletto heels clicking on the wet pavement.

When you reach the door, you find it already open. You walk up the few stairs and find yourself standing in a cloud of cigarette smoke. The band is lounged on the leather couches, each with a bottle and a cigarette in either hand. Everyone cheers when they notice you; they all love you.

“There they are!” Kit exclaims.

Ahsoka, the newest addition to the band and the youngest of the group at 19, giggles loudly at something on her phone, obviously a little intoxicated.

You greet them all as you walk towards the couch towards your boyfriend. Anakin is lounging lazily on the couch, his feet kicked up on the arm of the couch, with a cigarette balanced between his fingers. He looks up at you as you walk by, eyes half-lidded and a little glazed. He smiles slowly as he takes in your outfit: tight pants, his band’s shirt cut and distressed into something very revealing, and high heels.

Anakin is wearing something of similar style: a sweat-stained dark gray t-shirt, black distressed skinny jeans, and large black boots that make him even taller. His piercings glitter in the low light, and his smudged eyeliner makes your knees weak.

“Hey, baby,” he grins, reaching his hand out to grab your waist.

“Hey, Ani,” you laugh as he guides you into his lap.

He puts his cigarette in his mouth to free his other hand to touch you. With a smirk, he pulls you up his body so you’re straddling his waist.

“The show was amazing tonight,” you say.

“God, it was,” he says, closing his eyes and grinning as he reminisces on the night.

There’s nothing Anakin loves more than attention. He’s the front man of the band, always has all eyes on him. Everyone in the crowd cheers for him, is there to see him, wants him. As much as Anakin loves to play his music, he loves the ego trip even more.

“Everyone loved you.”

“It was electric. I can still feel it,” Anakin said with a groan.

Being on stage turns all of Anakin’s emotions up to eleven, and he rides that high for a long while after the concert. Like now, he’s looking up at you with lust blown eyes and you can feel his cock growing harder underneath you.

“Don’t be a diva, Ani, they loved all of us,” Ahsoka chimes in.

“Please, if Kit’s ugly ass was our front man, that venue would be empty,” Anakin huffs. “Everyone wants what they can’t have, so they’ll buy songs and tickets and all the other stupid shit we come up with just so they can get a taste of what it’d be like to have me.”

“If your head gets any bigger, it’ll pop,” Aayla rolls her eyes.

“Well,” Anakin swings his legs around so his feet are back on the floor, keeping you in his lap. “In that case, I better make good use of my time before I get my brains all over the bus.”

Anakin places his hands under your thighs and stands up. You wrap your arms and legs around him and hold on tightly, your faces just inches apart.

“Ugh,” Ahsoka groans.

With a wide grin, Anakin walks you back to the bedroom at the back of the bus. It’s a large bed that Anakin has claimed since he put them on the map, much to the other’s annoyance. Anakin kicks open the door and takes one long stride before he’s dropping you down on your back atop the bed.

He shuts the door and makes quick work of shedding his sweaty t-shirt. His abs ripple when he puts his arms down and you find yourself staring at the tattoos that litter his abdomen, chest, and arms. You reach out to trace the stars mirrored on each of his hip bones, those being your favorite tattoos of his.

He looks down at you with exhaustion-heavy eyes, the liquor he undoubtedly had, not helping. Despite how tired he is, he needs to get the leftover adrenaline out of his system.

“You’re not even gonna let me kiss you first?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow.

“You taste like cigarettes.”

“That’s how I got you addicted to me in the first place,” he smirks as he reaches up to graze his thumb over your jaw.

“Trust me, that’s not what got me addicted.”

“No? Then what was?” he smiles as he waits for an answer. “My money? My fame? My dick?”

You roll your eyes. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

Anakin grins as he bends down to kiss you. He smashes your lips together in a rough, passionate kiss. He does taste like cigarettes, as well as alcohol and something that is so distinctly Anakin.

“I’m so fucking horny for you,” he breathes against your lips when the kiss finally breaks. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting such blunt words. “I was thinking about you the whole goddamn time.”

“What were you thinking about?” you ask curiously, your face still inches away from his, looking at his stained mouth from your lipstick.

“Bringing you up on stage and taking you in front of everybody,” he confesses as his hands travel from your neck down to your torso.

“I think that’d make the fangirls jealous.”

“Good. Let them be jealous. Let them see how good I can give it.”

Anakin stands up straight and you bring your hands up to work at Anakin’s pants; unzipping the fly and pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down far enough for his cock to spring free. It almost his you in the face as the pink tip bobs tantalizingly in front of you. You look up at him, silently asking for permission to put your mouth around it.

“It’s not gonna suck itself,” he smirks as he guides your head towards his length with a hand in your hair.

Once you get your mouth on his dick, he loosens his hold on you and allows you to go at your own pace. His voice is already a little hoarse from performing tonight, and the added gravel to his moans make your head spin as you listen below him.

“Fuck, they’d be so jealous. I’d take you up there and let you suck my dick in the middle of a song, just like this.”

Anakin tilts his head back in a groan as you flick your tongue around the tip.

Your mouth waters aroud his length, and after a few bobs of your head, drool is leaking from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Anakin loves when you get messy like this, especially when your dark lipstick leaves prints at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he groans.

Anakin threads his fingers through your hair and holds you tightly, not directing you, just making sure you feel it.

You take him all the way into your throat and look up at him with glassy eyes as you gag around him. Anakin loves the feeling of your throat contracting as you struggle not to gag; it feeds his ego knowing that his dick is too big even for someone so well trained.

Anakin feels like orgasm nearing, so he pulls you off by your hair so he does not finish too quickly.

You sit back on your knees and wipe your face with the back of your hand. You look sinful underneath him like this; lipstick smudged and eye makeup running from tears.

“Come up here, baby,” he says, taking your hand and tugging you to your feet. You put your arms around his neck and look up at him, feeling small in his arms. “I want you to give me some marks. I want something to show off tomorrow,” he grins.

You lean in to latch your lips onto his pec, sucking the smooth skin that covers the hard muscle into your mouth. You suck firmly, pinching thr skin between your teeth as you do. A satisfied hum rumbles through his chest when you pull away and he sees the dark red mark you left on his pale skin.

Before long, his chest, collarbone, neck, and abdomen are littered with similar sized hickeys. After each one you left, he reached down to press his fingers into the forming bruise, just to feel the dull pain.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” Anakin says, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close so your hips are pressed flush to his.

“Then why don’t you fuck me?”

“Is that how you ask for it?” he asks with a smirk.

“No, but I have a feeling you’ll give it to me either way.”

Anakin chuckles as he slides his hands up your sides, pushing your shirt up as he does. You raise your arms above your head and he pulls it off, revealing your lace bra underneath.

Anakin’s eyes darken even more as he takes in the sight of the delicate black lace over your perfect tits. It’s beautiful, and Anakin was to destroy it. He grabs each cup firmly in his large hands and pulls, ripping the pretty bra down the center.

“What the fuck?” you gasp. “That was expensive!”

“You bought it with my money, didn’t you?”

You glare at him. “Yes, but-”

“Then I should be able to do whatever I want with it.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you huff as your shrug off the scraps of your ruined bra.

His hands move to the front of your jeans, but you swat them away before he can ruin anymore of your clothes. While you take your pants off, he does the same.

Now, you’re both standing in the tour bus bedroom, completely bare to each other’s gazes.

“Turn around,” Anakin orders.

“Make me,” you challenge.

He gives you an unimpressed stare before he grabs your hips and spins you around. He pushes you so you lay face down on the bed, but you do not stay there. You prop yourself up on your elbows and just as you look back at him, his long fingers slide through your wet folds.

“Soaked for me, huh?” Anakin chuckles.

“Don’t tease me, Ani.”

Anakin eases two fingers into you, curling them along the way to find the spot inside you that makes you clench.

“Or what? We both know you can’t resist anything I do to you.”

You hate that he’s right, but whatever annoyance that was building inside of you quickly disappated as he began to move his fingers in and out of you.

Anakin didn’t spend long opening you up before he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.

He did tease you; he slapped your pussy with it before giving you just the slightest amout, enough to stretch but not enough to fill.

“It’s not enough,” you whine.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. “You want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Anakin grips your hips firmly, then slides all the way in. That’s how Anakin goes about everything: all or nothing. You cry out as you adjust to the intrusion, but he doesn’t give you much time befote he starts to rut into you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, it’s yours,” you whimper.

With each stroke, the sound of his hips hitting your ass fill the room is sharp claps. You can feel the tip of his cock in your stomach after every thrust in, and it punches the air out of your lungs. Anakin fucks you hard and fast, his fingers digging into your hips which will surely bruise.

After a while of this position, Anakin wraps his forearm around your middle and pulls you up so you’re standing, trapped between him and the bed.

His large hand presses on your lower abdomen so he can feel each thrust of his cock inside you, and because he knows the added pressure will make it so much better for you. Anakin hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses his mouth to your ear so he can whisper.

“I fuckin’ own this pussy, got that? I own you.”

Your stomach flips at his vulgar words and you lean your head back on his shoulder and moan.

Anakin can’t help himself when he sees your mouth open wide for him. He reaches up and hooks his finger in your cheek to hold it open, then spits. Some of it lands on your cheeks and lips, but most of it lands on your tongue.

“Swallow that,” he says, his breath hot on your ear.

You do as he said, swallowing his spit obediently. It’s hot and dirty and everything you love, all at once. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, and unless Anakin physically stops you, you’re going to cum soon.

“You’re so fuckin’ good for me. Bet you’d let me fuck you like this on stage, huh? Serve me while everyone is cheering for me like I’m God.”

Anakin’s voice is low and rough, obviously growing more desperate with each stroke. He pushes you forward and you brace yourself on the bed with your arms. He leans over your back and licks a hot strike over your sweaty neck before sinking his sharp teeth into the tender skin under your ear.

You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain from Anakin’s teeth in your skin. You’re sure it will leave a crescent bruise behind, but you can’t bring yourself to mind right now.

“Let me cum inside you,” he says in your ear.

Finding your words to be lost, you nod, giving him permission to claim you. He makes a noise akin to a growl as his thrusts start to pick up in speed. They become more erratic as he nears closer to his orgasm, and yours slowly builds along with his.

He grabs your hips and thrusts deep inside you, then holds you flush to him as he pumps his load into you. The feeling of his hot cum flooding your insides makes your eyes roll back, and you lean to rest your head on his shoulder. He grabs your throat and presses his lips to your temple.

“Cum around my cock. I want to feel you.”

His other hand reaches down between your legs and begins to toy with your clit. The feeling of his fingers rubbing you in just the right way, his still-hard cock inside you, along with his cum leaking down your pussy work together to throw you over the edge.

You whimper as you begin to cum. Your knees feel weak as your lower stomach blooms with warmth and pleasure.

Anakin revels in the feeling of your walls convulsing around his sensitive dick. If he hadn’t already cum, your pussy would be milking him like this. Once you’ve finished riding out your high, Anakin pulls out of you and lays you down on the bed before joining next to you.

He turns you around so you're facing away from him and he spoons you, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whispers.

“Felt so good,” you reply quietly.

Anakin’s cum is still leaking from between your legs, but neither of you care right now. You’re both exhausted, wrung out from sex and the busy day before this.

“Hey,” Anakin says, breaking the silence in the room.

“Hey.”

“Tomorrow night after the show, I’m gonna marry you.”

“What?” you gasp, turning around in his arms.

“I want to make it official. Make sure that everyone knows I’m off the market. That you’re the only one who actually gets any real part of me.”

Anakin may have a reputation of being a diva, an egotistical superstar, which isn’t necessarily untrue, but like this, in private with you, he’s tender, loving, and real.

“So what do you say?” he asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

You smile wide and bring him in to kiss. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say against his lips.

He kisses you again, deeply, as he confesses all of his love for you with a physical act.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’ll get hate from Anakin’s fans for stealing their celebrity crush from them, but you shrug that thought off. On stage, he may belong to everyone, but here, he’s only yours.

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obsessedelusional · 1 year

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Eddie ‘The Munch’ Munson

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x reader

summary ✦ Your best friend, Chrissy, confronts you wanting to know why you’ve been so distant. When you tell her it’s because you’ve been spending all your time under Eddie Munson she’s in shock, wanting to know everything. So you do exactly that, which leads to Chrissy reevaluating her relationship with Jason. Does her big mouth get you in trouble?

authors note ✦ thanks for all the love on my most recent post omg hope y’all enjoy this one too!! appreciate feedback and reblogs <3 my fav is Eddie being obsessed with eating the reader out expecting nothing in return so that’s where this came from lol

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“I still can’t believe the reason you’ve been disappearing lately is because you’re too busy fucking Eddie Munson.” Chrissy laughs out loud which comes to an end quickly when you tell her shut up. You decided to come clean when she pulled you to side asking what was wrong and why you had been come so distant.

You two grew up together, you considered her family at this point. Chrissy and you were on total opposite sides of the social spectrum. You joined band and she became a cheerleader. That never stopped you two from being inseparable. At first you tried to hang out with her new friends but couldn’t handle it which she took no offense to. You found your own group of friends quickly but you two always found your ways back to each other. Most weekends spent at each others homes or hanging out together at the local mall. You felt like you could tell her anything and felt bad you have kept this a secret as long as you had.

“So how’d this happen?” Chrissy asks wanting to know all the details. But before you can respond the schools bell goes off signally that lunch is over. She groans annoyed, “You best believe I’ll be at your house tonight after practice and you’re going to tell me everything.” She pulls you into a hug before leaving you alone in the quiet hallway which quickly fills up with other students hurrying to their classrooms. Eddie walks by, catches you staring and shoots you a smile. You waste no time pulling out your phone to send him a text making your way to your next period.

You: my parents won’t be home tonight

Only a few moments pass before your phone dings, it’s Eddie.

Eddie: I have a drop off but as soon as I’m done I’ll be at yours

You: I’ll be waiting for you

—

You’re sat at home anticipating Eddie’s arrival. Periodically checking your phone waiting for any messages letting you know he’s on his way. Your parents would be out of town this weekend, leaving you home alone. No text from him but the music blaring out of a car stereo notifies you, he’s here. You waste no time running down stairs, to the front door to greet him. You open the door just as he’s about to knock.

“Come on, we have one hour until Chrissy’s coming over.” You grab his hand to lead him upstairs, straight to you bedroom. You push him towards your bed he stumbles backwards eventually landing on it.

“Only one hour! What ever shall we do?” He asks, putting on one of his accents, he pulls you in closer so your standing between his legs. You laugh before smashing your lips into his, he hoists you up so you can sit on his lap. His hands wander under the skirt your wearing. “No underwear?” You nod no in response, his hand grasps your ass softly before pulling away swiftly and smacking it hard enough to emit a noise out of you.

“I want to please you.” You pout, letting yourself unbutton his black skinny jeans.

“Won’t be necessary.” He lifts you up unexpectedly causing you to hold on tight before he lays you down so he could be on top. He starts peppering kisses down you neck, pulling at your t-shirt. You help him take it off, exposing your chest. “No bra either? You’re trying to kill me.” He says latching onto you nipple, sucking causing you to arch yourself forward. He let’s go and continues kissing down your body. Stopping at where you skirt starts lifting it up and using his strong hands to spread your legs. Your glistening cunt on full display for him. “One hour right?”

“Yeah,” You gulp nervously knowing what’s coming. Eddie loved nothing more then to spend an extended period of time between you legs making you finish over and over again. Half the time you’d have cum multiple times and he’d never once let you get him off. Telling you that causing you pleasure was more than enough for him.

“I wanna see how many time I can make you cum before our times up. Is that okay?” He asks, looking up from between your legs. You nod yes response but that’s not enough. “I need your words princess.”

“Yes.” Is all you can manage to get out and he doesn’t miss a beat, his tongue running up your opening landing on you clit. Your whimpers fill the silence in the room along with sounds of his fingers slipping between your folds. His middle finger enters your opening and curls it upward.

“More please.” You beg and he adds another finger, stretching you out. His tongue leaves your clit and is replaced by his other hand, running circles around your clit.

“You’re so fucking hot when you beg. So fucking needy.” His words just what you need to send you over the edge. Moans as loud as a yell leave your mouth. Eddie can feel your orgasm as your privates clench on his two fingers. He shuts you up by kissing you his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

—

You two lost track of time because before you knew it the moment is interrupted by the sound of pounding on front door, a female voice yelling for you. He pulls away from you so he can look out your bedroom window.

You rush throwing your clothes back on and finding your phone to find the time. It had been well over an hour at this point. You have several missed messages and a few missed calls from her. You shoot her a text saying you’ll be downstairs in a moment.

You look into the mirror on your vanity and quickly brush your hair and fix your makeup so it’s not as evident what she’s walking in on. In the mirror you notice Eddie sat on the bed readjusting his boner. Facing him you say, “I hate to kick you out so early but I promised her we’d hang and catch up. She’s was pretty upset because I’ve been preoccupied.”

“By what?”

“You.” He smiles and kisses you one last time before he has to go.

“Do you want me to climb out the window once you let her inside?” Eddie suggest, almost as if he’s had to do that before which makes you sad at the thought of that.

“Why would you do that?”

“In case you don’t want her to see me.”

“I don’t care if she sees you. She knows about you.”

“She does?” You nod, smile reassuringly letting know Eddie everything’s okay. Eddie follows you down stairs, watching as you open the door to let Chrissy in.

“What took you so long?” She groans annoyed throwing her backpack to the ground stopping in her tracks when she sees Eddie standing there. “Oh that’s what took you so long.” She narrows her eyes, looking between Eddie and you.

Uncomfortable by the situation Eddie excuses him self. “We’re still on for tomorrow right?” You ask before he walks out the front door.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” With that he’s gone, shutting the door behind him.

“Girl what the fuck was that?” She makes her way to your bedroom, you follow closely behind. Watching her as she sits on your bed. The bed where you just spent the last last hour being eaten out. You try to hard not to think about it. “Can’t believe you were to busy fucking Munson to let your best friend in.” She looks around your bedroom before terror strikes her, “In this bed too?” She shrieks getting up to move to the chair sat in the opposite corner.

You can’t help but laugh before apologizing, “Sorry we were—“

“Fucking.” She interrupts you.

You sigh excepting the fact that there’s no way to hide it, “Sort of.”

“Sort of? What does that mean?” She ask curiously, “and don’t spare any of the details please.”

“He was going down on me.” You admit. Figuring it was your turn to share the gory details of your sex life. Have been forced on multiple occasions to hear about Jason. The man you hated but knew if you tried to say anything it’d only push Chrissy away from you.

“Must be nice.” She says flatly, distracting herself by scrolling through her phone.

“Jason doesn’t go down on you?” You ask absolutely baffled.

“No he refuses.”

“Do you go down on him?” You ask and she nods yes, likes she’s to ashamed to say it out loud. “Girl what the fuck? Is there anything favorable about him?”

“Enough about me.” She laughs uncomfortably, “How is he in bed? How big is he?

Rolling your eyes annoyed you respond, “Amazing actually. He enjoys making me finish over and over again. Half the time I don’t even have to do anything which is shame because his uhh… is huge.”

“I didn’t think men like that actually existed.” She sighs.

“They’re out there. You’ve just been stuck on the same dick for years, expand you horizons Chrissy. Have you ever even had an orgasm?”

“Ya know they have a name for men like that?” She says completely disregarding your jab at Jason and the question you asked. Her lack of answer was your answer. “He’s a munch.”

“A munch?” You ask, you’ve never heard of it before.

“A man who gets off on performing oral. Doesn’t expect anything in return. Usually because he’s obsessed with the woman who’s receiving.” You laugh because that describes Eddie to a t.

“Sounds a bout right.” You smile.

“Instead of Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson we should start calling him Eddie ‘The Munch’ Munson.” Chrissy says erupting in laughter at her own joke causing you to roll your eyes for the hundredth time since Chrissy showed up.

You two spend the next few hours catching up on town gossip and updating each other on your lives. The conversation somehow always ending back on the topic of Eddie. You didn’t mind though, it was nice finally being able to talk to someone about him. It’s getting pretty late so Chrissy decides to go home not before letting you know she’d be having a talk with Jason about how things needed to change.

—

The entirety of you weekend was spent in bed with Eddie. Waking up next to him was something you could get used to. You two would stay up supper late fucking and sleep in till the later afternoon. Sometimes being woken up in the middle of the night because Eddie couldn’t contain him self. His favorite image was you laying in bed in nothing more than underwear and oversized t-shirt. It all came an end Sunday afternoon when your mom notified you they were on your way home. Sadly you two separated making plans for Monday night at his place.

You were so exhausted from the weekend you slept through your alarm Monday morning. Waking up near noon, your parents already gone for the day. You’ve never gotten ready so fast in your life. Only time to brush your teeth and your hair before running out the door. When you arrive to school it’s lunch time, “Better late than never I guess.” You mutter your self as the lady at the front desk checks you in. Walking out the office you make your way to your locker, throwing stuff from your backpack inside.

“Where have you been?” Chrissy says as she approaches you, wearing her cheer uniform.

“I over slept.”

“So you haven’t heard anything?”

“Heard what?” You groan not in the mood for any drama right now.

“Before I tell you what happened please tell me you’re not gonna be mad at me.”

“What did you do?” Your mind racing at what Chrissy could of possibly done, shutting you locker so you can face her.

“Promise me.”

“Fine I promise I won’t be mad at you.”

“So it’s kinda your fault because you got into my head. All the talk about how good Eddie is in bed made me upset that Jason is the way he is. So after I left yours I went straight to his house and ripped into him.” She hesitates to finish her story so you tell her to skip to the part that would piss you off. “Well he wasn’t taking me seriously and I know how much he dislikes Eddie. So I told him I heard from a friend that Eddie is so good in bed, the best she’s ever had. Always going down on her.” Your eyes widen in horror, “He immediately assumed I meant one of the girls on the cheer squad. He was so mad I would even compare him with Eddie. So he went around telling his friends what I said.”

“Chrissy why would you tell him all that?”

“I’m not done yet.” Guilt spreads across her face.

“Oh my fucking god. What else could you possibly add?”

“Now all the girls on the squad are talking about Eddie and gushing over him. Talking about how who should be the one to find out if the rumors are true. I’m so so so so so sorry.” You can’t come up with a response trying to wrap your mind around all the information she just dumped on you. Out of your peripheral you can see Eddie headed you way, he looks upset.

“Please keep walking,” You mutter to yourself. Chrissy notices Eddie and apologizes again before running of leaving you alone. As you try to follow her your stopped by someone grabbing your wrist. You turn to face Eddie smile plastered on your face praying that he has no idea. Considering this is the first time he’s publicly approached you he must know.

“Care to explain why I’ve got three different cheerleaders in my DMs and Sinclair telling me that everyone on the basketball team was talking about my performance in bed?”

“Huh! That’s crazy.” You laugh awkwardly as Eddie backs you into lockers.

“Considering your the only one at this school I’ve slept with and your best friend is Chrissy Cunningham. It all leads back to you.” You quickly decide that coming clean is your only option.

“I shared details with Chrissy as you do with your closest friends.” He nods watching you attentively as you explain. He’s so much taller then you so you have to look up when you speak to him. Which doesn’t help your nerves at all, fluttering your long lashes at Eddie in the hopes that it’s enough to get you out of this situation.

“And?” Your presenting innocent didn’t work.

“Apparently Jason doesn’t go down on her. So when I told her how much you enjoy it she called you a munch.”

“A munch?” He questions, you ignore it and continue the story.

“She told Jason that he she do it because you do it and she thought because of how much he dislikes you it would make him want to do it. It didn’t. It only made him mad and he told everyone on the basketball team which obviously got passed onto the cheer squad. Now they’re all thirsting after you.” You sigh finishing your rambles.

“Could be a worst rumor going around.” He laughs, allowing you to relax knowing he’s not too upset.

“Yeah and now you can have any cheerleader you want.” You laugh back trying to make a joke of the whole situation.

“I don’t want any cheerleader.” He rejects your joke.

“Who do you want?” You grin, hoping his answer aligns with your hopes.

“Who do you think?” He playfully jokes.

“I dunno.”

“You.” He says and lowering himself to your level, can’t help yourself from blushing at how forward he’s being in such a public setting. His hand finding your face before giving you a sweet short kiss soothing any anger you had toward Chrissy for opening her big mouth. Pulling away he asks, “So are you going to explain what a munch is?” Embarrassed your hands cover your face. “Nah uh you’re gonna tell me.”

“It’s basically a man who enjoys eating pussy without getting anything in return.” You spit it out fast as humanly possible, hands still covering your face.

“Guess that makes me a munch,” he laughs, pulling your hands away from your face.

“She called you Eddie ‘The Munch’ Munson.” You can’t believe your sharing any of this.

“That’s munch better than the original version.” Eddie jokes, laughing at his own joke. When you don’t laugh he ask, “Don’t you get it? Munch instead of much?”

“Yes I understand,” You laugh burying your head into his chest, cheeks red from embarrassment. His arms wrap around you, resting his head on yours before giving the top of your head a kiss.

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natailiatulls07 · 6 months

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Princess Peach and Mario

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary - Danny Ric is hosting a hous party for Halloween and you've convinced Max to wear matching couple costumes

Warning - alcohol

A/n - It's the last halloween fic :(( I don’t feel all the best atm, it’s been a long week. I haven’t seen my bestfriend in a few months and she’s coming down next week so let’s hope that’ll help my spirits 🤞🏻

23 Halloween Season

“I look ridiculous.” I was pulling on my long white gloves when I hear my Dutch boyfriend complain. Turning to look at him, he was stood in front of our full length mirror with disgust on his face.

Unlike his usual attire of a redbull polo and dark skinny jeans, Max was dressed in a pair of Jean dungarees, red t-shirt and a red Mario hat. “You look great! Really suits you!”

My comment earned me a look of annoyance. Coming to stand next to him, I was dressed in a puffy baby pink mini dress paired with a small golden crown, matching white gloves and knee length shoes and my white air force ones.

We were Princess Peach and Mario, much to his dismay.

“Right, are you finished because we have leave now or we’ll be late” Max grabbed my hand, pulling me through the apartment making our quick exit.

Danny was hosting a big Halloween bash, and had invited us. As soon as we got the invitation, I set off to find us the perfect couple’s customer.

Of course, Max had tried to get us to go in separate costumes but failed miserably. Landing us amused stares from others in our apartment complex.

Walking into Daniels house, we both noticed that there was a bigger amount of people than expected. “It’s busy in here” I lean up to whisper in his ear over the loud music.

With a scowl on his face, Max nodded. His Mario hat moving along with the nod.

Max was about to reply when the host of the night made his way through to us. Greeting Max with a manly handshake and then giving me a small hug.

“I mean Y/n you out did yourself!” Daniel had been in on the couples costume we were wearing, and he was fully living for it. “So glad he actually agreed to it”

Whilst laughing together both me and Daniel turned to look at Max who was just stood there with the same scowl on his face. “I hate this” He grumbled childishly.

Danny’s high pitched laugh sounded over the loud music. “You’d look a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that buddy!”

“Whatever..” Max mutters under his breath as he fixes himself a drink before making my go to drink.

Danny was about to go greet other guests but not without quickly dropping one more comment to us. “Hey head up the stairs, there’s an area for close guest! Cheer up Max!” And he was gone.

Handing me my drink, Maxs hand found its place around my waist before leaning down to my ear. “Hey let’s head upstairs!” I nod in reply before he kisses my temple and leading me upstairs.

We had been the close guests area for about thirty minutes, Max was talking to Lando whilst I was making conversation with Heidi.

Daniel hadn’t considered the amount of close guests he had invited so there was limited seating, because of the limited seating I had ended up sat on Maxs lap. He had his arms secured around my waist.

“Girl I love your outfit!” She was dressed in tight brown corset over a lacey white dress paired with some knee high boats and a brown pirates hat.

Unlike me and Max, her and Daniel weren’t fond of couples costumes and everyone respected that about them. So that’s why she here dressed as a pirate whilst Daniel, who was sat beside talking to a close friend of his, was dressed like a cowboy.

“Thank you, how did you convince mister cold to wear matching costumes?” She chuckles whilst quickly sparing a glance over to Max who was getting teased by Lando.

“I seriously don’t know, fell for my charm I guess!” I joke to which I guess Max heard as he tickled my waist making me squirm slightly.

“Teach me your tricks” Heidi replies with a smirk on her face.

It was around 2am when me and Max decided to order a Uber back to our apartment. Max was more sober as he wasn’t much of a drinker and knew I wasn’t one to hold my alcohol well.

We had gotten back to our apartment, Max forced a glass of water down my throat knowing that I would thank him in the morning.

“Thank you for this evening!” I exclaimed loudly, Max quickly shushing me with a finger to my mouth.

“It’s okay schat…” He smiles softly as he starts to help me in getting ready for bed. “I love you, I swear I do but maybe no more costumes for a while”

I giggle cheekily. “We’ll see…”

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kissingghouls · 4 months

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SOFT PROMPTS ok ok...how about "you're shivering. here, take my jacket" with Mary x Reader ORRrrrr Secondo x Reader?? I can't decide

beloved anon. you were so right about this 💖✨

Winter Chill - Mary Goore x Reader

no warnings, relatively fluffy, kinda soft Mary, he/they Mary, first kiss, 2300 words

-x-

“He’s a dick,” a familiar voice states behind you. It’s followed by the tell-tale sound of spit hitting the pavement.

You’re not exactly surprised to find the silhouette of Mary Goore appearing like a ghostly apparition in the dim light of the porch. It was in their nature to just show up like that—especially when there was something to be said about your ex—but you were surprised by the lack of singsong taunting in their tone. Mary didn’t usually hold back when it came to voicing their distaste for him.

It’s obvious from their presence that they’d seen the confrontation inside—a fact that makes you feel slightly embarrassed as he shuffles around in the dark. The rotting wood of the aptly named Chaos House creaks under his boots, the thick soles landing with a thunk! thunk! thunk! as he stomps down a few steps and drops next to you. They shoot you a crooked, toothy smile and gently nudge you with an elbow. “But you knew that already.”

“You’re a little late for an ‘I told you so,’ Goore,” you warn with a sigh. The breakup between you and that asshole was well beyond old news. There was next to no way Mary hadn’t heard and probably celebrated by now. Gossip travels fast in small towns, even faster in small social circles like yours.

“Aw c’mon,” he groans, arching his back to stretch his long legs like a cat. He pats down the pockets of his tight jeans and produces a pack of smokes and an old lighter. With a cigarette tucked between his teeth, he draws his knees back up before turning to you. “I’m not here for that.”

“Why are you here, Mary?” you ask softly.

Inside, the party swells with sound. A cluster of people all shouting to be heard while a metal band starts their set in the basement. It’s a mix of rumbling bass and the crack of drums with the occasional scream. The noise is just as normal as the hint of stale beer and body odor that permeates the old house. It’s as natural as the stains and cigarette burns on the weirdly orange tinted carpet that covers the stairs. Neither of you bat an eye as cymbals crash under your feet.

Mary flicks the lighter over their thigh, sparking it to life and drawing the flame toward their lips. They breathe deep, inhaling the toxic burn before leaning back on their elbows and letting out a puff of smoke. “To offer you a ride home.”

Your eyebrows knit together as you turn to the metalhead sprawled on the porch next to you. Pale, bony knees jut out from the holes in his jeans. The trademark leather jacket covered in bright patches and studs hangs loose around his skinny frame as he reclines against the steps. Underneath their battle jacket the faded, well-loved t-shirt older than either of you is barely held together by more than a few threads. A shock of dark hair styled haphazardly hangs over those pretty green eyes that hadn’t moved from your face since he sat down.

It was a well-known fact that Mary couldn’t be trusted to operate a vehicle. Every time they’d tried had ended in varying degrees of disaster—one of which included a cliff.

“You can’t drive,” you remind him through a laugh.

“No, but I got you to smile.” He sounds triumphant, proud almost. “You got a good one, you know?”

“What?”

“Your smile. It’s…I dunno.” He shrugs and waves his hand through the air. “It’s…nice.”

“Goore,” you level. “Are you drunk?”

They shake their head and take a long drag. The orange glow of the embers hits just right, illuminating the places on his face painted white. The shadows are darker, the blurry edges of makeup smeared into the hollow of his cheeks look more intense in the dark like this. It’s a look you’ve appreciated once or twice before at other house parties or in the dim light of the local dive bar while you pretend not to notice how they only charge you for every other drink they slide your way.

Your heart skips as he grins up at you, dried fake blood cracking on his face.

“I’m sober as a judge, sweetheart,” they tell you as they sit up, a well-practiced smirk playing on their lips.

There’s a tightness in your chest again, a feeling so familiar around Mary. While this thing between you started a long time ago, you never took it too seriously. After all, you couldn’t take Mary seriously half the time. So, the teasing and light flirting never really meant anything and that was how the two of you had operated for as long as you could remember. It never went further than that because neither of you ever seemed to be single at the same time.

But that didn’t mean you hadn’t found yourself a little curious from time to time.

The rumor mill spun both ways when it came to Mary Goore. Some days the story was they were some delinquent hellbent on burning the entire town to the ground. Other days there were tales of kindness that extended as far as feeding the feral street cats that lived in the alley behind their apartment. He was a loyal friend to the point of violence on more than one occasion, but everyone who dated them considered them a caring partner despite their apparent fear of commitment.

In your estimation, Mary was no different than anyone else—not all good or all bad, just another human trying to get by. When it came down to it, you’d rather have Mary in your corner than not. The fact that they were out here with you now, well, that just meant they already were.

“As a judge, huh?” you ask and lean forward to pluck the burning cigarette from his fingers. His eyes follow your movements as you set the filter between your lips and take an easy drag before offering the thing right back to him.

“Careful darlin’,” he warns, fingers brushing yours as he accepts. “These things are worse for you than I am.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

They raise an eyebrow, half-expecting you to follow up with a “just kidding” or a “not like that.” When you don’t their composure slips, and they struggle to hide a look of surprise mixed with a little bit of excitement. It’s fleeting, but it’s there, soft as the stubble poking through his makeup.

Those green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, watching as you stand and stretch your arms over your head. The wind picks up, carrying the undercurrent of much colder weather slowly moving in. It should be snowing by now, but the air is just a mist of wet fog soaking into everything without the beauty or smell of rain. The lawn is soft under your feet, little more than an oversaturated lump of clover and weeds that fails to connect the muddy patches from one end of the yard to the other. It’s all still as green as Mary’s eyes somehow, still thriving and you’re standing outside in a t-shirt next to Mary Goore in December.

The end of the cigarette whips past you and lands in a shower of orange sparks near the driveway. Mary leans up, the last little bit of smoke curling from their lips as the hole in the left knee of their jeans rips loudly.

“Aw, fuck,” Mary whines helplessly, leg now exposed halfway to the calf.

“C’mon,” you offer with a soft smile and hold your hand out to a guy who might or might not be trouble.

“Where are we going?” they ask, wiping their hands on their jeans as they stand.

“No idea,” you admit with a shrug. “Somewhere else.”

“Alright then,” Mary agrees with a grin and takes your hand.

You make it to the end of the block before you realize neither of you have let go. Their hand is warm and much larger than yours, their palm an odd mix of soft in places and calloused in others. For every step he takes, you take two to keep up though there’s no real destination in sight. Maybe you should have thought it through a little better, but being around Mary always made your brain a little fuzzy. And maybe that was why you’d avoided situations like this before—because the fear of something was too great. The risk of Mary was like jumping into a body of water completely blind. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Thrilling. Incredible.

The two of you walk east toward the river, passing patrons on the main drag crawling from one bar to another. A few toss looks your way, judgements whispered under their breath as they hurry by. If Mary notices, they hide it well. Their shoulders never seem to sag with the weight of what everyone else thinks you and him should be.

At the crosswalk you wait to pass and he rather impressively digs out another cigarette, lighting it one-handed. You’re unsure of how many cars pass under the stoplight or how many times the two of you miss your chance to cross, but you’re acutely aware of the way Mary looks wrapped in a haze of smoke and the city lights.

It’s not bad.

“Do I have something on my face?” they ask with an eyebrow raised, using the hand holding yours to pull you closer.

“Yeah, actually,” you respond playfully.

He frowns and pretends to swipe at his face. “Better?”

“Eh, your face is still there,” you tease with a shrug.

He tugs you even closer. “Don’t act like you don’t like my face, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok. I guess.”

“Just ok?”

It’s a question you barely hear. It’s not the rush of traffic or the random people walking past, but your heart hammering away in your ears that nearly deafens you. Warmth radiates off Mary like he’s the fucking sun. You know because he’s so close, close enough that you catch a hint of cologne under the nicotine and leather. And god those eyes, with them fixed on you like this you spot the soft flecks of gold they hide from everyone else.

You nod carefully. “It’s a good face. Ten out of ten. Would look again.”

He breaks first, averting his eyes as he struggles not to laugh. “I guess I better stick around so you can keep looking.”

“I appreciate the effort, Goore.”

“Anything for you, darlin’.”

You shake your head and let the moment fade as you pull them across the street.

Mary leads now, their other hand placed carefully at your hip as they guide you down the wet stairs. It’s dead quiet by the water. There’s never much of a crowd on the riverfront but this time of night it’s completely deserted. Traffic roars across the bridge overhead, a stream of bright red brake lights stretching across the river. You feel like you’re in another world entirely, tucked against Mary Goore of all people. You stand still, watching the gentle current roll over the rocky shore and pretend not to notice the way he moves closer and closer.

Winter arrives and surrounds the two of you within seconds as the wind picks up again. A blast of frigid, arctic air that smells like snow bites at the exposed skin of your arms. It’s cliche but as tears sting your eyes, you can’t help the chill that seeps into your bones.

“Huh. I think it’s gonna snow.”

Mary’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, barely more than a whisper. It’s a sharp contrast to all those times you’d seen them growl their way through songs about blood and corpses, but it makes the butterflies stir in your stomach all the same. Maybe there was something behind all those free drinks and flirty words. Something different.

The thought sends a shock through your body, the electric hum of realization. You like Mary.

He shifts slightly, turning his body toward yours. “Shit, you’re shivering. Here, take my jacket.”

Before you can say anything, they’ve shrugged out of the thing and wrapped you in soft, worn leather. You hide your hands in the sleeves, but they itch to reach out, to pull him in. The lining is still warm and it’s heavier than you expect, but none of it matters as Mary’s gaze falls to your lips.

But they don’t kiss you. At least, not in the way you thought they might.

“Goore?” you ask as they pull away slightly.

“Uh-huh?”

“Did…did you just…kiss my forehead?”

“Yep.”

“Instead of like…actually kissing me. You kissed my forehead?”

“Well, I don’t know what kind of person you think I am, but I’m not just gonna put out for you because you expect me to.”

“Oh my god,” you huff with an annoyed roll of your eyes. “You—hmph!”

Mary cuts off your complaints by grabbing the lapels of the jacket and smashing his lips against yours. Your arms loop around their neck, pulling them as close as you can. There’s a warm hand pressed to the small of your back, under the jacket and under your t-shirt. Mary’s other hand tangles in your hair as they break the kiss to speak.

“Sorry darlin’,” they whisper. “You’re just so fuckin’ cute when you’re annoyed. I can’t help it.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Goore.”

It’s rough and brash when his mouth claims yours, and you think Mary kisses like he plays guitar—aggressive with a practiced ease. He nips at your bottom lip, practically melting against you when you let out a little whine in response. His tongue brushes yours and he tastes of smoke and something sugary you can’t quite place. It doesn’t matter anyway because your senses are filled with all things Mary and you’re content to keep them that way.

“Mm, I always knew you’d be trouble, sweetheart,” they groan as you press your body against theirs.

“Aw Goore, do you have a crush on me?”

“Yeah, actually. For so fucking long,” he admits freely.

You grin and lean up to kiss him again as tiny snowflakes begin to collect in his hair.

#anon prompt #my writing #mary goore x reader #mary goore fanfic #reader insert #x reader #repugnant fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction

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octuscle · 4 months

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i'm a skinny nerd from the northeast who goes to college in Kansas i'm about 5 foot 7 tall who was on my way to the Chemistry Lab when a pair of big burly hands grabbed me , punched me in the gut. When i came to ,i was tied to a bench with rope in the male locker room. my legs were tied to a bar below the bench and my hands two the pegs above. my mouth was coved with duct tape with a mouthguard inside my mouth. i look down to see all my clothes were gone i was wearing only a jock strap . i have never worn a jockstrap before it was so uncomfortable .i look to see my red star trek t-shirt , my jeans, my sneakers and socks & my "geeky" white briefs were are cut up on the floor. i look up to see that i was surrounded by the hairiest, most manly, most self-centered, most muscled guys on campus : The college football team. the football team was wearing gray tank tops & crimson basketball shorts. the football players were who look like normal corn fed Kansas farm boys. they were at least 6 feet 3 inches tall in height and is broad-shouldered and muscular in build .they took off their tank tops i saw they all have 6 pack abs , substantial pecs and arms are also are broad-shouldered . they pull out a gym bag with my name on it with other pairs of boxers& jockstraps& clothes such as gym shorts, tank top including a red star trek tank top , sweats, and a table right in front of me on that table was a football uniform, The helmet, cleats, jersey, and gear .they show me the jersey with my last name. they told me i was going to become a corn fed Kansas farm boy like them i will still be a geek. they told me all the guys on campus in town even the nerds on this small Kansas college campus has a 6 pack, substantial pecs and arms& are also broad-shouldered cause even the nerds work on farms & have to join the football team & get modeling gigs so they pay for college. when they put the football uniform on me turning from a skinny geek into a geeky Kansas farm boy.

Dude, I'm sorry, but sometimes it really pays to read the fine print. Your college has a partnership with us. When you enroll, you agree to undergo a Chronivac transformation if needed. And there is no need to justify the need. The mere fact that your upper arms are too small is sufficient. So welcome to Kansas, farm boy, I'm activating your jockstraps now, let the transformation begin!

Your body starts to tremble. Your hips shake. And your cock gets rock hard. The jockstrap fits your narrow hips and tight ass like a glove. A glove that is quickly soaked in precum while the twitches spread from your cock in all directions. Your thighs become powerful and hard as boards, your belly flattens and with every twitch your six pack becomes more and more prominent. At first you react in horror. But you enjoy it more and more. You would love to jerk off. But you have no control over your arms. Instead, your growing pecs start to dance. Your calves turn into real diamonds. And then the twitches reach your neck. It quickly becomes wider than your head. Your Adam's apple protrudes prominently, your moans become deeper and deeper. And as your facial features become more and more angular and masculine, your bulging muscles spread across your shoulders towards your hands.

Bruh, that was two weeks ago now. You have quickly become accustomed to your body. The only thing that bothers you is your smooth skin. But your body hair is already starting to grow. Soon you will be in no way inferior to your bruhs. Your brain and your cock are in a constant battle to see who controls you. But you are and always will be a geek. Your brain usually wins. But mercy on the ass you fuck if your cock wins.

You're still the same in your mind. Okay, you don't remember going to the philharmonic or art museums in your youth. You played football with your buddies and cleaned your old man's stable. But you're a geek and your goal is to get a good college degree. Even without a football scholarship. Although I'm sure you'd get it. Enjoy it, geek! There are worse things than growing up to be a really big boy in Kansas.

Pic found @backwardsnapback

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #redneck tf #jock tf #football jock #backwards cap #tank top

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spechblend · 11 months

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My Guide to Patch/Crust DIY Pants That No One Asked For:

(If you see this guide go through changes, you’re not crazy, I update it all the time)

I’ve noticed that my DIY pants had been noticed on here, so I’d thought I make a guide for new punks getting into the scene 💖

I’ve been in the punk scene for a little over two years now, so don’t take everything I say to heart, I’ve got lots to learn.

Typically, you want to start out with a good base. For instance, the pants you choose can make or break your project. I don’t suggest buying super expensive pants, but don’t buy them super low quality either. You want something that lasts, as crust or patch pants are meant to be your only pair.

EDIT: Before I start any new project, I look around my stuff to see if I can repurpose anything. Old T shirts, bed sheets, bags, you name it. It’s so much easier to repurpose your stuff before buying new things, and you save money doing it. Before you buy pants, see if you can find a pair you already own! I had to buy new ones because I only had one other pair of jeans that I wear to work.

I’ve seen some tutorials floating around for DIY can spikes. Please be very careful doing this. If you’re moshing in a vest made with cut up aluminum, you can seriously hurt someone if you’re not careful. Be on the safe side and either borrow/buy pre made studs and spikes or save the DIY can spikes for non-moshing vests/pants/cuffs.

If you’re moshing with any studs or spikes at ALL, they should be blunt!!!

Good places to buy pants

Thrift (it’s a bit of a crapshoot if you have a hard time finding sizes, but if they’ve lasted long enough to end up in a thrift store, then it means they’re more likely good quality. Check the tags!!)

Edited above, been informed of how Goodwill treats disabled employees

ASOS (I recommend if you have a hard time finding your size. I can’t guarantee the sustainability of this site though.)

Mercari (Like an online goodwill. I find a lot of awesome clothes on here. You can download the app.)

Depop (I seldom shop on here, but similar to Mercari with a wider range of brands.)

How the Pants Should Fit

The fit of your pants can also affect how they lay on you. I suggest buying pants slightly larger on you, if you’re covering them in patches. When you start sewing, you’re going to find that they’re going to shrink a little bit. So please avoid tight fitting jeans if you can! Straight or relaxed fit are the best.

EDIT: If skinny/fitting pants are all you got, sometimes making relief cuts at the knees help when you try to bend down.

Patches

Patches are going to be what makes your pants unique! There’s quite a few you can choose from: plain patches, band patches, politics patches, etcetera. If you’re going to cover the entirety of your pants, I suggest going to Joann’s or Michaels (fuck Hobby Lobby) for fabric. Buy a yard or two canvas or pleather (or both). Otherwise, I usually cut up old T-shirts for my fabric.

How to Make Your Own Patches

Stencil (very straightforward, here’s a guide) (please check out Anarchostensilism on insta/Tiktok/Deviantart)

Paint (Buy white/black stencil fabric paint. I don’t suggest acrylic, since it’s not made to move with fabric)

Where to Buy Pre Printed Patches

crustpunks.com (Hella good, fast shipping, affordable!! Made by punks for punks)

nuclearwasteunderground.com (I found this one randomly)

Etsy (While I hate them for the way they treat their sellers, unfortunately this can be a main source of income for some.)

Shows, punk meets, friends

If you’re going to make crust pants, it’s imperative that you have crust bands on your patches, that’s what makes them crust! (Apart from never washing them)

Edit: I would do your own research on the crust punk subculture, there’s a lot of discourse out there on what makes punks crust punks and so on.

Washing your pants is not a black and white rule, but you can ruin the integrity of your work if you carelessly throw them in the washer. Like if you were to throw a suede jacket into the washer, there’s certain steps to take!

Here’s an enlightening guide on crust.

Here’s some crust band recs!

Nausea

Anti Cimex

Dystopia (my favorite)

disrupt

Doom

Heresy

Discharge

Amebix

Things to Add to Your Pants

Buttons (you can buy or make your own. Here’s a guide for DIY bottle cap buttons)

Pockets (easy to monkey wrench with a few spare patches, but here’s a pattern)

Handkerchiefs (the hankey code, much like the lace code, is pretty much dead. But it’s up to you if you want to signal something with it.)

Wallet chains (here’s a cool guide to making your own!)

Bum flap (by far the coolest thing on this list. Makes your ass not hurt when you sit on the sidewalk. Here’s a video)

Make them convertible (I made mine into zip off shorts. Here’s a video)

I made this up, but I added removable knee pads to mine.

Pant Inspiration

Have no shame in taking reference! Here’s are some cool accounts with awesome pants!

carnifexofhate

dontditchitstitchit

no_name_no_reason

okshrimpet

annals_of_the_crustwar

a_lifeisabuse_e

That’s all I got! Remember to never wash your pants ✨

#diy punk #punk fashion #punk style #crust punk #crust punx #crustpants #punk aesthetic #punk #diy fashion #diy or die #guide #punk rock #patches #punx #crust pants #crustcore #spechpunkshit

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existslikepristin · 6 months

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

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

(My Masterlist)

Technically Too Late to be Kinktober 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom-mo? Er, a-ah… Jihyo?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-who?” Tzuyu stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

“I would like that.”

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

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

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

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

“WHO?!” Tzuyu screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure is," Nayeon confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's a surprise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ha, okay, but if—"

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

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

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

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

"It's Dahyun's turn."

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

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

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

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

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

"Gahyeooon!" Jihyo shouted across the room.

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

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

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

“It’s a crying kink.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Chaeyoung,” Gahyeon said simply.

“Sup?” Chaeyoung responded quietly.

“Still want what you asked for?”

“Fuck yeah.”

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

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

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

“Technically, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Longer or wider?"

"Bit of both."

Gahyeon smirked. "Another time then?"

"Mhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mina?"

Mina sighed, "Present."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Momo groaned loudly, "Fun suckerrr."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Scary?"

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

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

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

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

Mina just shrugged.

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

"People really like fucking my thighs."

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

"What's that?"

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

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

"Uh… we can… yeah, try that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want to swap?"

Chaeyoung blinked. "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuckin OUCH!" Momo yelled.

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

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

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

Instead, she decided to fuck Momo's pussy.

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

"I've trained…"

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

"What?" Gahyeon squinted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And that is?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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miasmaghoul · 9 months

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Trans dew starts leaking milk and Swiss is like, very very happy about it for completely holy reasons and not cause he wants to lick it all up and tell see how amazing is and dew is just gone, subspace, as high as he can be without the help of drugs

gjhfjd okay yeah sure. maybe not exactly what you requested, but this is the way the ghouls demanded this happen. 🙏

(what is a ficlet this is so long)

(also warning for potential body dysmorphia/dysphoria. dew is fine with all this, but I am not trans and would not want to presume that things like unexpected breast growth would be easy for everyone. please proceed with caution ♡)

Swiss cannot stop staring.

"I swear they're bigger than usual," he mutters, squinting across the common room. On the next couch over, Mountain looks up from his book.

"Huh? What are?"

He follows Swiss's suspicious gaze to where it rests on Dew in the kitchen. The little ghoul is busy putting away dishes, bobbing his head and humming along to whatever is pumping though his headphones. He's in his standard skinny jeans and tight black t-shirt, golden hair pulled into a tight knot at the base of his skull. To Mountain, he looks the same as ever.

To Swiss, though,

"His fuckin' tits."

The ghoul spits the word like it stings, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The thought has been on his mind all week, and every time Swiss focuses on it his cock throbs. He holds up both hands.

"I swear to Satan they're like," he makes a honking motion with his hands, one that Dew would whack him for,"...puffier than usual."

Mountain makes a rather undignified sound in response, shooting Swiss a raised eyebrow. Swiss doesn't so much as glance back. Mountain clears his throat, looking back at Dew with pinking cheeks.

"I, uh...I guess? Maybe?" Mountain tilts his head, adjusts his glasses. "I think you'd know better than I would, I'm more familiar with Rain's than Dew's."

Normally he would be correct, but -

"He won't let me see 'em!" Swiss whines - whines - pressing an unsubtle hand to his tingling dick. "All week, no matter how much I ask, he just -" Swiss waves at the air in lieu of finishing his sentence, eyes fixed solidly on Dew's chest. Mountain gives him a curious look.

"Is he okay?"

"He says he is," Swiss shrugs. He trusts Dew to say otherwise. "Ate him out for two hours last night, he sure as shit wasn't shy about that." Swiss gives himself another squeeze at the memory, sniffing his mustache on the off chance it still held Dew's musk. "He just won't take his fuckin' shirt off!" Mountain gives him a derisive chuff, settling back in with his book.

"What a tragedy," he murmurs, crossing his legs. Swiss pays his sarcasm no mind.

"C'mon Mount, you know how weak he is to nipple play." Dew folds like a house of cards at the slightest brush, and Swiss has spent many an evening wringing pleasured noises from the little ghoul's throat using nothing but those sensitive buds. And yet, "He won't let me near 'em. Won't even touch 'em for me!"

"Sound the alarms," Mountain deadpans, turning his page, "call the police, please, won't someone help us."

Swiss hurls a pillow at his crotch and Mountain catches it easily, tucking it under his neck. Swiss grumbles at him and slumps back into his seat, refocusing on the little ghoul. Watching him put away silverware.

He knows he's right. He knows Dew's chest is obvious now, has been getting more and more so over the course of the last week. Maybe longer, but he can only really think about the days that have become Dew's perma-shirt era. He can see that slight swell, made all the more noticable by Dew's stiff nipples. They poke out through his shirt constantly now, and it makes Dew's denial of access so much worse.

Swiss sighs and shoves himself from his seat, sauntering over under the guise of rummaging through the fridge for a drink. But then Dew stands on his tiptoes to put away a glass, exposes a stripe of his midriff, and Swiss is forced to divert. He slips warm fingers around Dew's skinny hips and the little ghoul jumps, nearly dropping his next glass.

"What the - fucker, warn a guy!" Dew sets the glass down and pulls out his earbuds, leaning away to fix Swiss with a scowl.

"Sorry," Swiss lies, "your hips looked like they missed me."

He hooks his chin over the little ghoul's shoulder and glances down while Dew snorts out a disbelieving laugh. The sound makes his chest jiggle the tiniest, most insignificant amount, and Swiss can't believe the things that movement does to the warmth in his belly.

"Sure they did," Dew murmurs, resting his own hands over Swiss's. He hums, nosing at the little ghoul's warm throat. He smells like whiskey and dishsoap for the most part, but he's carried a new scent for a short while now. Like...maple syrup, Swiss thinks.

"Not the only thing that misses me," he tries, brushing his thumbs under Dew's shirt, just along the bottom of his ribcage. Dew goes still, and Swiss steels himself to edge higher. Just enough to barely graze the skin he misses so much. The little ghoul gasps.

Then, as he's done every day for the last week, Dew stops his hands.

"Swiss," he warns, low. Swiss whines. He can't help it.

"Sorry, Sparky," he sighs, wrapping both arms around Dew's little waist instead. He knows when not to push. "I just -"

"Not here," Dew adds suddenly, and Swiss blinks.

"Huh?"

"My room," Dew mutters, shrugging off Swiss's grip and picking his headphones up. "Wait for me."

Swiss doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He really doesn't have much of a choice but to listen, Dew already going back to his task. Mountain catches his eye as he heads to he door and Swiss can only shrug.

Dew doesn't make him wait long, slipping through the door while Swiss sits at his fireplace, bouncing an anxious knee. The door is barely shut when Swiss looks up, and before he knows what's happening he has a lap full of Dewdrop.

Swiss groans when the little ghoul shoves his tongue in his mouth, kissing hard and deep, starved. Spidery fingers thread though his tight curls and Swiss's hands fly to Dew's waist, gripping tight.

"Dew," he manages to gasp between strokes of Dew's tongue, "fuck, what's - mmph - what're-"

"They miss you too," Dew blurts out, kissing a messy path down Swiss's throat. "Fuck, they miss you too."

Swiss groans deep in his chest, loud enough to nearly rattle the windows, and his bruising grip on Dew's waist loosens. He means to slide warm hands up his slender sides, to cup the little mounds he adores so much. Means to feel how hard those peaked nipples of his are beneath his palms.

Before he can, Dew catches him again. Grabs both of his wrists in his surprisingly strong grip.

Swiss doesn't mean the growl he looses, but it earns an eye roll from Dew just the same.

"Shush," he nips at Swiss's neck with chastising fangs. "Just...just gimme a second."

"For what?" Swiss adjusts the little ghoul, gets him in a proper straddle. He can feel the familiar warmth of Dew's cunt right through both of their jeans. "You finally gonna tell me what's been up your ass all week?"

"Rain, mostly," Dew says without missing a beat, and Swiss can't help but laugh. The corners of Dew's eyes crinkle, but there's something lining his face that Swiss can't quite place. He tips his head, leans in to press a kiss to the tip of Dew's nose.

"Seriously, what's up with you? You said nothing was wrong, but -"

"Promise you won't laugh," Dew interrupts softly, and Swiss cuts himself off with a confused sound. "I'll - I'll show you," Dew mumbles, fiddling with the buttons on Swiss's shirt, "if you promise not to laugh."

Swiss blinks up at him, and it hits him all at once how...vulnerable Dew looks. His proud features clouded with apprehension, kiss-reddened lips caught between his fangs, slight shoulders drawn tight. He tries very hard not to look at the way Dew's posture makes his tits that much more obvious.

"Oh, Dew," he says gently, resting a hand on his flushed cheek, "I only laugh at you when you want me to, you know that."

"I mean it," Dew insists, eyes hard. "It's...it's weird, and if you fuckin' laugh -"

Swiss cuts him off with a gentle kiss, and Dew relaxes just enough for Swiss to pull him closer.

"I promise, spitfire," he assures the little ghoul, pressing warm lips to the hollow of his throat. "I promise."

After a moment, Dew sighs. Nods. He pats Swiss's hands again and Swiss reluctantly lets go, silently mourning the loss of Dew's unnatural heat. But he lets Dew stand, lets him step back so Swiss can watch him pluck at the hem of his t-shirt. Swiss squeezes at himself though his jeans, cock fat and warm against his thigh. Dew watches him like a hawk, and after a beat takes a deep breath.

In one quick, smooth motion Dew strips off his shirt, and Swiss's dick twitches so hard he grunts, mouth watering at the beautiful sight before him.

The barely-there bumps Dew usually carried were a distant memory, his tits swollen into luscious, perky mounds that sit perfectly on his chest. His nipples are more pronounced too, stiff and flushed darker than their usual sweet pink. The rings threaded through them sparkle in the lamplight. Swiss can't help the way he gawps at them, and to his credit Dew doesn't try to hide. Hell, he's staring too. Frowning down at his chest.

"I knew they got bigger," Swiss mumbles without really meaning too, but it pulls a chuckle from Dew regardless.

"You've been staring enough to know," he grumbles, but there's something nervy threaded through the words. Takes away the acerbic edge they're meant to carry.

"Why?"

Not that it matters, but he can't help be curious. He's not even sure which 'why' he's asking - why they'd grown? Or why Dew had kept them hidden? Both, he supposes. He can't imagine why Dew thought he would actually laugh at this - all he wants is to bury his face in Dew's perfect little tits and never come up for air again.

"Dunno," Dew says with a shrug, and they bounce. Swiss starts to sweat. Dew brings those elegant hands of his up to cup his little tits and Swiss's eyes nearly bug out of his head. "They started swelling last week, I don't -" Dew gives them the lightest squeeze and it pulls a hiss from him. "They're so -"

"If you say 'sensitive' I'm gonna cum in my pants," Swiss announces, perhaps a touch dramatic, but it pulls a sound he really likes from Dew anyway. Honestly, it doesn't feel all that dramatic to Swiss. His balls hurt more and more the longer he ogles Dew's chest.

"That's the one," the little ghoul mumbles, weighing them in his palms. Swiss leaks copiously against his thigh. He's losing his mind, he's certain of it. It's spilling right out of his dick. He watches Dew give them a fondle, watches the way supple flesh gives under his fingertips. It's stunning.

He may just spill in his pants after all.

"Sore, too," the little ghoul adds, but he doesn't frame it like a complaint. "But, uh," Dew swallows, scratching at the back of his neck. "That's...that's not the weird part."

Swiss forces himself to look up at Dew's face, then. Drawn by the hesitance in the words. Swiss comes back to himself some at the sight, the hand on his clothed cock going still.

Dew looks terrified. Bright red and breathing faster, eyes blown so dark. Swiss pushes himself from his chair without a thought, settling himself on his knees before the little ghoul and holding his slender waist.

"Dew, baby, what is it?" He strokes rough thumbs over soft skin, watching Dew take careful breaths through his nose. "Are you sure -"

"It's weird," Dew insists, and oh, maybe that isn't terror Swiss sees on his face. "Swiss, I - fuck, just look."

Dew grabs hold of his hair, forces Swiss to look square at his puffy chest. His other hand curls around one of those firm mounds, squeezes, and -

"Oh Lucifer."

All the air rushes from Swiss's lungs when the first drips spill from Dew's nipple, flowing over pale skin. It's barely anything, no more than a few drops, but it forces palpable silence into the air. Swiss stares at Dew's tit while Dew stares down at him. Time probably doesn't freeze, but it sure feels like it does.

"I told you it was weird," Dew blurts, suddenly jerking away. Trying to step back, to cross his arms.

"Dew," he manages a hundred years later, voice thick, "was...did...are..." Swiss forces himself to look up, jaw slack. "...milk?"

Swiss pulls him close before he can, burying his face in Dew's neck and holding him so tight Dew yelps.

"Not weird," Swiss promises, kissing the words into overheated skin. "Not...not weird, firecracker, unholy shit."

Dew makes a hurt sound, but wraps his arms around Swiss's shoulders anyway. Holds him tight, tight as he can manage. Swiss can hear him sniffling, just a little, but it's nearly impossible for him to focus on anything but the press of Dew's chest against his own. He's really trying, he swears, but fuck is it hard.

"Dew, please," he pants, hips rolling into nothing and drooling against the little ghoul's throat. He knows how desperate he sounds and Swiss could not possibly care less. Not with how hard his cock throbs, how quick Dew's breathing has gotten. "Please, can I...you gotta lemme touch 'em, baby boy, please -"

"Shut the fuck up and do it," Dew demands, and Swiss needs no other encouragement.

The feel of them is exquisite, firm with just enough give. They still don't quite fill his palms, but it's close. Dew's jaw hangs lax while Swiss explores, his touch soft and reverent. His gaze remains firmly on Dew's dusky nipples, on the quick rise and fall of his narrow chest, but he remains hyper aware of Dew's mannerisms. His little gasps and grunts. Keeps himself on high alert for the first sign of any undue shame or discomfort.

"Did you really think I'd laugh at you?" Swiss traces the edges of his areolas with his thumbs and Dew's breath catches, muscles in his stomach fluttering.

"Dunno," Dew sighs, hands stroking Swiss's forearms. Grounding himself. "I don't...I thought -"

"Can I kiss them?"

Dew sways like he's dizzy, makes a gurgling sound, and then he's grabbing at Swiss's hair to drag him in. He wants to chuckle, but it's easy to groan instead.

Dew moans long and low when his Swiss's lips meet his heated flesh, when he kisses along the slope of that sweet little handful. His nails rake over Swiss's scalp when he presses a wet, sucking kiss to its underside, just where those stunning droplets fell earlier.

Swiss drops a little baby kiss onto the very tip of his nipple, and Dew makes a truly pathetic sound. Swiss licks his lips when he pulls back, cupping both of those little tits like they're precious. He gazes up at the little ghoul, drunk on the very idea of what he's about to do.

He gives them a firm squeeze, Dew chokes on his inhale, and the sound that escapes Swiss when those gorgeous nipples leak is pure sin.

A few pale drops flow over smooth skin, and Swiss is powerless but to lick after them. Every slide of his tongue is an offering at Dew's altar, worshipful and deeply needy. It tastes like mana from the heavens, like sweet sap from the tree of life itself. Swiss can't believe he gets to taste it, that Dew almost kept this hidden from him. It's sensational. Life-altering.

"Oh," Dew gasps when he squeezes again, milks out a little more, and Swiss stares up at him with blown-out adoration. "S-Swiss, will...fuck, will you suck on them?"

He doesn't have to ask twice.

Swiss doesn't know which of them it louder when he wraps his lips around a firm nub and begins to suckle, massaging it with his tongue. Dew gasps, covering Swiss's hand on his chest with his own. Encouraging him to massage there too.

Swiss's eyes roll back in his head when Dew starts to let down, sweet warmth coating his tongue.

He doesn't know when it happens, but at some point Swiss collapses. Slides from his knees and ends up sitting on the floor with his legs spread. Dew's straddling his lap again, hands in his hair while Swiss drinks him down, his slight body twitchy and coated in a fine film of sweat.

He doesn't know when it happens, but at some point Dew fumbles with both of their flys. Swiss can hear the rasp of zippers in the distance, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way Dew fills his mouth, the way he gasps and keens when Swiss gives him a firm suck. He pays attention to little else, hardly recognizes that the little ghoul is trying to shift.

Then searing heat envelopes his cock, and Swiss jerks so hard he pops off Dew's nipple. Drools a mouthful of milk down the little ghoul's belly, watching in a daze as it gathers in his barely-there happy trail. Dew's clit pokes stiff and red from his folds, and as Swiss watches his length disappear into Dew's cunt he swears everything else fades away.

"Why'd you stop?" Dewdrop whimpers, gasping as he takes Swiss to the hilt. They both moan, Swiss throbs, and when the little ghoul rubs his little tits in his face it takes everything Swiss has not to pin him to the floor and fuck him brainless. "C'mon," Dew goads, breaths uneven and so shaky, "let...let me feed you."

Swiss thinks he may not survive this night.

~~~~~~~

"You really don't know why?"

Dew shakes his head, humming when Swiss works out a knot in his shoulder. They've been in the tub for ages now, the little ghoul floaty and absent after taking Swiss's knot twice over. He's mostly back now, and it seems like as good a time as any to ask.

"Nope," Dew says, voice worn. "Asked Aeth too, he couldn't figure it out either."

Swiss wants to ask more questions, wants to help, but the Dew yawns. Snuggles himself back into Swiss's broad chest with a soft sigh.

"Can we sleep now?" He presses a kiss to Swiss's pec. "'m tired." Swiss drops a kiss into his squeaky-clean hair.

"'Course," he says, patting Dew's shoulder. "Can you stand, fireball?"

"Dunno," Dew murmurs, shrugging. "Carry me anyway."

"Swiss?"

Swiss snorts, but he's still too blissed out to argue. It's easy to slide himself from the steaming water, hoisting Dew over the side and sitting him on the vanity for drying purposes. Easy to towel the both of them off while Dew magickally blows out his hair. Easy to dress Dew in an oversized tee, one that won't chafe his tender nipples, and soft boxers. Easy to carry him around the mess they left on the floor and deposit Dew's spent body onto the sheets and get him tucked in. The little ghoul purrs up a storm through it all, sweet and sleepy as he is.

Swiss moves to climb in after him, but Dew perks up before he can.

"Yeah?"

"Tea?"

"Can I have some tea?"

Swiss raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Dew replies with a nod, snuggling back into the pillows. "There's a new one Mount made, has a purple tag. It's nice. Please?"

Swiss chuffs. The little guy really is sweet like this. He ruffles Dew's hair and smiles.

"Whatever you want, princess."

Dew chirrups and Swiss pads his way to the kitchen in search of tea. It's late, he can hear snoring from behind most of the doors in the hall, and when Swiss strolls into the common room he's surprised to find Mountain still on the couch. His book lies abandoned on the floor, glasses askew, and Swiss rolls his eyes with a smirk.

"Wake up, grasshopper," he lilts, patting the other ghoul on the chest. Mountain jolts awake with a gasp, blinking as he gets his bearings.

"Ugh," he groans, back cracking audibly when he pushes himself up. "What time is it?"

"Late," Swiss replies, covering up a yawn as he gathers a mug and their electric kettle. "Where's your purple tea?"

"My huh?"

"Teabags," Swiss clarifies, filling the kettle.

"Oh, uh," Mountain shoves himself from the couch on autopilot, easier for him to show than to tell.

He digs through the cabinet over the stove, pulling down a silver box with eight internal dividers. He groans at the state of its contents, what was undoubtedly once organized now in a messy pile.

"Purple is all I know," Swiss says, yawning again. "Dew said it was new one you made, I got nothin' else."

"What kind did you want?"

"Purple, huh?" Mountain sorts through the bags while the kettle heats, and as he does Swiss watches his brow slowly furrow. "Wait..." Mountain starts smelling the little bundles, huffs out a dammit, Sunshine, and Swiss raises an eyebrow.

"Something wrong?"

"Did you say Dew's been drinking this?" Now it's Swiss's turn to frown.

"I guess? He just asked me to make him the purple tea. I didn't ask questions. Why?" It takes him a second to notice Mountain's cheeks going pink. "Why?"

"These...shouldn't be here," he says quietly, making a pile of all the bags with purple tags. "I told Sunshine when she was helping me, violet and pink to the infirmary, lilac and peach to the kitchen. She said she...she said -"

Swiss gives him a look, and Mountain hangs his head.

"These are ones Aether requested," he explains, "for maternity. They're...they're to help with lactation."

The last word is said on a sigh, Mountain rubbing at his eyes as the realization hits. The kettle starts to whistle, and Swiss doesn't acknowledge it. Lets the thing shut itself off while the wheels turn in his head.

He should certainly tell Dew about this. Let him know what was happening, why his body had so suddenly begun to betray him. While the thoughts churn he can hear Mountain yammering on - he's sorry, it's his fault, any effects should fade in a couple of weeks without continued exposure. Swiss smiles to himself, turning to gather the kettle and Dew's chipped old Looney Tunes mug.

He grabs a purple labeled bag from the pile, and Mountain stares at him like he has three heads. Swiss shrugs as he sets it in the mug, pouring water over it and noticing with some amusement that the same maple syrupy scent Dew's been soaked in recently floats up on the steam.

"Take the rest to Aether," Swiss says, smirking while he dunks the teabag, watching it stain the water, "I'll tell him this is the last one." Mountain frowns.

"Swiss -"

"He's could add his own milk to this mug, Mount. One more round won't hurt him."

"Enjoy it," Swiss murmurs, pressing a kiss to Dew's temple. "That was the last purple one."

Swiss clicks his tongue, winks, and wanders back to Dew's room without another word.

He finds Dew half asleep and purring. Swiss pushes the mug into his bony hands while he curls in beside the little ghoul, basking in the soft, happy sound he makes at the first sip.

"Mmm, I'll get Mount to make more," Dew hums, drinking down the boiling hot tea as though it were tap water. "'S good shit."

He drains the mug quickly, yawning and shoving it back into Swiss's hands before hunkering down again. Swiss rolls his eyes, setting the thing to the side and switching off the bedside lamp. Swiss molds himself to Dew's back, wraps an arm around his waist.

Dew guides Swiss's hand up his shirt instead, settles it on one of his pert little tits, and Swiss selfishly hopes the swelling lasts a while longer.

He won't let Dew waste a drop.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #this is once again just a full fic omg #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss x dew #transmasc dewdrop #my first foray into lactation! huzzah!#transghoul Tuesday

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starbandit · 8 months

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Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview: Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor.

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school.

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship.

You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her.

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!”

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know.

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining.

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories.

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?”

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible.

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture.

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted.

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly.

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right?

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors.

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin.

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready.

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight.

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out.

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.”

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan.

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached.

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed.

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!”

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other.

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids.

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.”

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.”

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already.

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening?

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows.

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers.

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out.

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you.

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick.

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet.

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you.

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered.

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over.

“Is this okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly.

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?”

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?”

“I asked first.”

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.”

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip.

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked.

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together.

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered.

“I’d be stupid to say no.”

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simplydannie · 29 days

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Inspired by and written for @gabykatttt !! Hope you like it!

Based on the Branch HC here

@jules0511

This story is separate from the other AU stories going on, but highlights the relationship that will develop between Branch and the twins as time goes on.

Velvet and Veneer are in recovery and looking to to redeem themselves after the events of Trolls 3. They come back and forth between Rageous and Bergentown as the Trolls have adopted them in.

Velvet is looking to better herself to also be a better sister to Veneer. But now she has a very small competition going on with none other than Branch… who has claimed himself Veneers older brother.

“He’s going to love this!” Her smile seemed almost malicious, but Velvet was actually happy. Finally, after all this time, after all these years, she had found some! In her hand was a small box, within the box was the rare, but delicious, Tiff Toff Chocolate. She didn’t know where it came from, but she happened to find some here at there stay in Bergentown. Velvet made sure to get enough for the trip back home in a couple days.

She quickly made her way into the Bergen Castle to look for her brother. Today, she sported her back to normal attire. A magenta over sized sweeter that hung loosely on her torso, over a black tight mini dress’s. For shoes, she began to sport her combat boots again, this time black. Her hair was still styled up in her usual ponytail; on her wrist, the pink crystal bracelet Veneer once gave her long ago.

Velvet hasn’t felt happy like this in a long time.

“Ven!” She cried out as she made her ways through the hallways of the castle.

“Veneer!”

She peeked behind door to door. He wasn’t in town, so he had to be around here somewhere…

“Thank you Branch!” She distinctively heard her brother’s voice. She followed it. Velvet opened one door to find Veneer sitting cross legged on a chair, the small little Troll named Branch standing next to him in the table.

Veneer began dressing a little more himself. Today was a red poofy, sleeveless vest that stopped at his waist, collar turned up. Underneath a skin tight black t shirt with sleeves. He wore black skinny jeans with his brown combat boots… he was always one for boots… and his purple beanie…. God what was it with him and that beanie!

Veneer turned to find Velvet standing at the door.

“Vels look! Look what Branch got me!” He ran to his sister to show her a handful of Tiff Toff Chocolates…. Wait, Tiff Toff Chocolates!?

“You’re kidding…” Was all that escaped her lips. She eyed the little Troll with dagger eyes. Branch arched an eyebrow… what he do now?

“Oh! What’s that?” Veneer exclaimed as he saw the box within Velvets hand.

“Oh, um…” Before she could come up with any explanation, Veneer snatched the box out of her hand and opened it up.

“MORE TIFF TOFFS!!!” He exclaimed as he began bouncing up and down like an excited child.

“Ya. Surprise.” Her tone was sarcastic.

“Eeehhh!! I’m going to give one to Floyd!” He ran out like a happy kid at Christmas. Velvet waited till he was out of ear shots way.

“What the hell Branch!” Velvet turned furiously at the little Troll who still stood on the table.

“What I do now?” Branch retorted crossing his arms.

“Im the one who told you he LOVES Tiff Toff Chocolate! That I’ve been trying to find some for him, and you go and pull this crap!” She exclaimed. Branch stared at her wide eyed and open mouthed.

“Seriously! You’re seriously going to come at me for that?”

“Yes!”

“I just happened to see them and thought of what you said! I even told him you mentioned it! So I’m not taking full credit. I wanted to do something nice for him for a change.” Branch said. “I haven’t been the best brother figure to Veneer, so I’m trying to make it up. I want to be better now that I’m not the baby brother anymore.”

“Excuse me? Brother? Last time I remember DNA states that Veneer and ME are siblings. Not some raunchy Troll.”

“Watch it girly! Yeah, I grew to see Veneer as a little brother… he followed me around everywhere it’s hard not to. I mean he does need to have a stable sibling to look up to.” Branch spat back.

“Stable? I am stable!” Velvet said.

“Oh no. You have mood swings like no tomorrow. You leave whenever you so please whether you’re here in Bergentown or back at Rageous! Veneer doesn’t need that right now.”

“Oh and you know exactly what he needs?” Velvet crossed her arms.

“Why yes I do!” Branch mirrored her stance.

“What Vennie needs right now is his family… and that’s me! Not some grudge Troll who ignores him half the time because he’s annoyed with him. I NEVER ignored Veneer!” Velvet said.

“Well I NEVER treated him like garbage! I admit how I treated him was wrong, but I never once manipulated or treated him the way you have! I am willing to make it up to him.” Branch replied.

“Well so am I! That’s what I am trying do! Be a good sister! So stop interfering! And stop self-proclaiming yourself as his brother!”

“It’s a role I so happened to take! Proudly I might add! Someone had to be there for him when you decide to go on your mood swings and ignore everyone! And run off every now and then to god knows where! I know what it’s like to be abandoned.”

“I DO NOT abandon my brother! I’m trying to work on myself too you know! I’m trying to be a better person for myself and MY brother.”

“Well that makes two of us! I’m trying to better myself for my brothers too… and that includes Veneer now!”

“So what makes you think you a good brother to Veneer? He’s been MY brother since birth! So I know him the best and the longest. We’ve been by each other’s side since, we have been through hell and back! We’re inseparable! And that doesn’t plan to change.”

“We’ll make room “sister” cause now you have an older brother in the mix.”

“Big brother? Please! I could squash you like a bug!”

“Try it! I dare you!”

Velvet and Branch were staring down each other… the door opened. They turned to find Veneer walking in already finishing the chocolate Tiff Toffs he had just gotten from both of them. He stared at them, cheeks puffed up from stuffing his face with chocolates.

“What did I walk into?” He said with a stuffed mouth full of Tiff Toffs.

“Just having a casual conversation with my favorite little Troll.” Velvet used her finger to tap Branch on the head a little too hard.

“Oh yeah. Super casual.” Branch retorted swiping her finger away…. Unfortunately, sarcasm was not Veneers first language. He smiled oblivious to the argument Velvet and Branch just had.

“Really? See Vels! You’re making progress already.” Veneer smiled at his sister.

“Why thank you. Oh! Let’s go to the roller rink? Today is disco night.” Velvet chimed turning her brother to head towards the door.

“Oh!” He exclaimed with a smile on his face, “I’ll so totally own that!”

“Make room for a tag along!” Branch whipped his hair to pull himself into Veneer’s shoulder. “Being a Pop Troll and member of Brozone, dancing is my specialty. I can show you some moves you can use on the dance floor.”

“Me and Vennie already had some choreography of our own.” Velvet replied.

“Well I can improve on that 100%.”

“I highly doubt it. Ven has it in the bag already, and I’ll be there with him.” Velvet added.

“He does have it in the bag, but it will be with MY help.” Branch replied.

“No, me.”

“Me.”

“Me!”

“ME!”

Veneer twist his head back and forth between Velvet and Branch, growing dizzy as he did so.

“Guys! You can both help me!” He exclaimed, “What I could actually go for is their pizza! Oh and their smoothie! Think they have the strawberry flavor now!…”

Veneer kept yapping away, oblivious at the daggers Velvet and Branch were staring at each other…. All Veneer knew right now, and all he cared about… was having his sister and new big brother.

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silwermoon-sims · 7 months

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junetuesday · 2 years

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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 1

Summary: 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s next to no plot.

Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: this is my first time writing since April 2020, and my first Harry fic so be nice to me :) this all escalated from an anonymous ask that wasn’t even sent to me lol but yeah. I hope you enjoy and please please let me know if you did!! Also this is set in like 2015 on OTRA but that’s not really important. Warnings are for both parts. PART 2 here!

10:48pm

Toying with the strap of your backpack, you made your way down the hotel corridor, dragging your suitcase behind you. A step ahead of you walked a security guard, having been handed over to him at the back door to the hotel by the driver who picked you up at the airport. He was part of the regular tour crew, so you’d met him a couple of times before and were able to make polite conversation with him in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.

You fell quiet once the doors opened, anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The security guard looked down at his phone for a third time as you stepped onto the plush carpet, checking the room allocations for each of the boys.

“H - 426…” he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you as you passed room 422. “42…6 - here we are.”

Stopping in front of a door on your right, he raised a fist to knock - three quick raps, then two more after a beat.

“Special delivery,” he spoke drolly as the door swung open - but you hardly heard him.

You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips when you saw Harry. Dressed in a thin white t shirt, black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee, and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Loose strands curled around his temples, a few longer ones tucked behind his ears.

“Hey,” he greeted you both, one corner of his lips hitched up higher in a lopsided smile.

“Hi,” you caught his eye for a moment before turning to the man beside you. “Thanks.”

Harry stepped back, holding the door open to let you and your bags into the room while he said his own thank yous to the security guard. Dropping your bags on the corner of the entryway, you turned around as he shut the door. You didn’t even get a chance to look at him properly before he was pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You felt his hands splayed across your back, pressing your bodies together so your face was smushed against his chest. Breathing in deeply, you immersed yourself in the scent of him. He’d been travelling all day too, yet he smelled as fresh and comforting as ever.

You pulled apart slightly when his hands moved across your shoulders to come to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head to bring his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, instantly sucking your bottom lip between his own - and you kissed him back, because how could you not? Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist.

“You not even going to ask how my flight was?”

“How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear.

You chuckled, but tilted your head to let him suck harsh kisses to your neck. “Yeah it was fine –”

“Good.”

You’d barely got the words out before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his own and starting to walk you back towards the bed. The sudden movement startled you, making you squeak involuntarily into the kiss, your hands grasping at his t-shirt. You took a few shuffled steps back with him, but stopped when you felt the bed hit the backs of your legs. You tried to pull back from the kiss but his mouth remained attached to yours, not letting you get away. His body curved forward, yours bending backwards as you tried to create some distance between you.

“Babe,” you managed to get out against his lips.

“Mmh?” he hummed, in between hungry kisses.

“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.”

He tilted his head to separate your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah?”

“Can I at least go to the loo first? I’m all plane-y.”

Harry huffed, and you felt his brow furrow against yours, but he straightened up.

“Fine,” he sighed, stealing one more peck on your cheek before he released you, watching you shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes before disappearing into the ensuite.

11:00pm

Opening the bathroom door with your jeans in hand, you were about to explain that you figured there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up just to come out and take them off again.

“I realised – what are you doing?”

You cut yourself off, laughing when you saw Harry. He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked.

“Saving time,” he shrugged, locking his phone and setting it on the bedside table. His brow quirked and the corner of his mouth hitched up into a smirk when he looked up at you, standing in the doorway in just your top and underwear. “What are you doing?”

“Saving time.”

Dropping your jeans on top of your bag, you pulled your top and bralette off and tossed them to the floor as you climbed onto the bed. Harry’s hands found your waist as you straddled his thighs, your hands clasping his shoulders for support. Once you were settled you adjusted the chain around his neck, the fine metal gliding through your fingers as you twisted it so the clasp was in its proper place at the back of his neck, the cross sitting in the centre of his chest. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, taking in every inch of your face.

“How was your flight and everything - genuinely?”

You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, finally meeting his gaze before you answered.

“Yeah, it was fine. Long.”

He had, of course, already asked you this. You’d texted when you landed, and as he was already at the hotel he’d had nothing else to do than send you a barrage of messages the whole drive from the airport. Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss you. Can’t wait to fuck you. A picture of the bed with This is where I’m gonna keep you.

“What about you?”

“Same,” he shrugged. “Slept most of the flight but I’m still exhausted.”

He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. You took comfort in knowing he had the whole day off tomorrow to do absolutely nothing.

“Best you get to bed then.”

“Yeah I just have to do something first.”

“What’s that then?” you feigned innocence as his hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer. His nose nudged against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you. “Oh right yeah, that.”

As if you’d forgotten. As if his half hard cock hadn’t been sat between you the whole time.

The kiss deepened, your tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as you trailed one hand down his chest to take his length into your hand. He grunted into the kiss at the contact, biting your bottom lip when you started to pump firmly. Pulling your lip free, you scattered kisses along the edge of his jaw, prompting him to tilt his head back. You felt his pulse steadily beating under your lips when you kissed a particular spot beneath his ear, a groan emitting from his throat when you sucked on the warm skin.

“Careful.”

The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you.

“Yeah, I know.” You switched to nibbling on his ear lobe instead, not trusting yourself to be able to avoid marking his skin.

Your hand continued to work his length, your thumb brushing along the edge of the head occasionally, as you shifted on his lap, looking for some sort of friction against your core. Luckily some was soon given to you, Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back. Attaching his lips to your neck, he pressed one of his thighs between yours. You sighed in relief, rolling your hips to grind your pussy along the firm surface.

You, thankfully, didn’t have thousands of eyes on you every night, so he was free to bite and suck marks onto your skin as much as he pleased. Which was quite a lot, apparently. You were managing to keep pumping his cock while he assaulted your neck, but it was very distracting, and then he was moving down your body and kissing your chest and it slipped out of your hand and out of reach. You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - by now you were so wet and so desperate to feel him on you. His hands, his mouth, his anything. Sometimes he’d take his time with this journey, scattering kisses all across your skin before he even got to the waistband of your underwear, and you didn’t think you’d be able to take it.

It appeared he was taking the express route this time, though, just four firm kisses in a messy line down your abdomen before he was tugging your pants down. You wiggled out of them with his help, kicking them off to the end of the bed. Harry’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and holding them there. You whimpered in anticipation, the sound morphing into a moan when he licked a long stripe the whole length of your pussy, his wide tongue spreading you open. He repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, your fingers weaving into his hair as he did so. He pointed his tongue, using the very tip to encircle your clit, teasing it torturously. You whined, pushing his head deeper between your thighs - and thankfully, he took the hint.

“Oh please-” you moaned as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking hard.

Please what, you weren’t sure. Please don’t stop, please do this forever.

He added his tongue, flicking it across the bundle of nerves, and it would be almost embarrassing how fast he was going to make you come if it didn’t feel so unbelievably good. He kept going, sucking and licking you, as he let go of one of your thighs to push two fingers inside you. Flipping his hand palm up, he brushed his fingers against your g spot, rubbing it in quick, short strokes, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

It had to hurt, how tight you were gripping his hair, curls coming free from his hair tie, but you could feel him grunt in pleasure against your pussy and he was rutting his hips against the bed, so it seemed he didn’t mind at all. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - you were so so close, could feel it in the pit of your stomach that you were about to come.

Harry released your clit for a second to breathe, and you were about to whimper at the loss of contact, but before you got the chance he was back on you with renewed vigour and you were coming. Your thighs clamped around his head, your back arching, a loud moan slipping past your lips. His fingers worked inside you mercilessly despite how tight you were clenching around his digits, and his mouth didn’t let up either, not until you tugged on his hair to pull him away. He complied, turning his head and kissing the very top of your inner thigh while his fingers switched to a slow pumping motion.

“I missed you,” you said breathlessly.

He kissed his way back up your body, “missed you too” murmured against your skin along the way. You draped your arms around his shoulders once he was finally face to face with you again, one of his arms resting beside your head to prop himself up and the other still between your legs. You shared a messy kiss, his mouth wet with your arousal as it moved with yours. He finally pulled his fingers out of you then, wrapping them around his cock instead, spreading your wetness across the tip.

You both looked down between your bodies as he lined himself up, both of you groaning when the head nudged past your folds. There was a heavy crease between his brows, his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration as he willed himself to go slow.

He eased into you gradually, his hand around the base of his shaft, and you shifted beneath him. It had been weeks since you did this, so despite how ready you were mentally, you still needed a moment to adjust physically. He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, tightening your arms around his neck to urge him down to kiss you again. He dipped his head to bring his lips to yours, pushing further into you in the process. It wasn’t really a kiss at all, your mouths both falling open as you breathed heavily. You forced your eyes open, looking up at him.

“I love yo-oh!”

Harry pulled out and pushed back in fully as you spoke, his cock hitting deep inside you as you tried to say you. He brushed the side of his nose against yours, pressing your foreheads together.

“Love you.”

He began to thrust into you at a slow, steady pace, your hips lifting to meet his each time. Your body was becoming used to him again, your muscles relaxing with each jolt of his hips and squeeze of your thigh where it sat hitched up around his waist.

This was your favourite kind of reunion sex - a gradual reacquaintance, the weight of his body on top of you, his eyes locked on yours with a particularly deep thrust, sweet words whispered in ears and murmured against lips. You were glad you’d managed to pause to go to the bathroom when you arrived, or things would likely have gone differently. Sometimes your reunions would be quick and rough, his kisses all tongue and teeth and his fingers pulling your underwear aside to have you from behind, bent over the nearest available surface. And that was fun, of course - you wouldn’t have had any complaints. But it wasn’t quite the same, didn’t give you quite the same feeling of reconnecting like this did.

And, of course, this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, pushing him deeper inside you as you kneaded the firm muscle - which was one of your favourite things to do.

His movements were beginning to get sloppier and faster then, a sure sign he was close. You were too, your walls clenching around him more and more, and he knew it.

“You gonna come for me, baby?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love, and nodded.

“Fuck- come on–”

He buried his face in your neck with a grunt, muttering encouragement against your skin. You slid a hand between your bodies, your finger rubbing tight circles over your slick clit to give you the extra push you needed. In seconds you were coming hard, whining into Harry’s ear and digging your nails into his back as pleasure exploded through you.

He groaned loudly, sucking a harsh kiss to your neck as he came undone too, his hips slamming into yours roughly as he released inside you. Moving your hand away from your clit, you let the friction of his pelvis rubbing against you as he ground out his orgasm carry you through yours.

“Shit,” he breathed once he was finally done, his body collapsing onto yours.

You lay like that for a while, him occasionally kissing your shoulder or your neck while one of your hands rubbed his lower back, the other playing with the curls at the back of his neck as he softened inside you.

“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet.

“Mmmh,” he hummed, pushing himself up and rolling off you. You missed him already. “Did you?”

“Yeah, on the plane. Wasn’t bad actually.” You curled into his side, your head on his shoulder and arm across his middle. His arm wrapped around your back, keeping you close, the other laying on top of yours on his tummy. “What d’you want to do tomorrow?”

He sighed, puffing air past his lips harshly.

“I really wanted to take you out for dinner, but…”

He trailed off, and you remembered the amount of people that were gathered outside the front of the hotel when you drove past. You shook your head.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Yeah… sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you lifted yourself up slightly, craning your neck to peck his lips. “I literally don’t care what we do.” You settled yourself back down, nuzzling your face into his neck. “We can just do this all day.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm around your shoulders squeezing you tighter.

“Sounds perfect.”

08:04am

The first thing you saw when you woke up was the back of Harry’s head. His hair tie was just about keeping his hair together, all the shorter hairs at the back of his neck having come free in his sleep. He was laying on his front with his head turned to the side, facing away from you. Your gaze travelled down the expanse of his back, to where the sheets were just covering his bare bum. You briefly debated giving the firm muscle a squeeze but ultimately decided against it - you weren’t ready for the consequences of that action just yet. You needed more sleep, so you just scooted closer to him instead, draping your arm across his lower back. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you felt his chest rumble beneath your lips as he grunted in his sleep.

“Sorry,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.

He twisted onto his side, still facing away from you, but didn’t speak. It seemed he was still mostly asleep, just pulling your arm from around his waist and clutching your hand to his chest. You held your breath, waiting for a sign he was awake, but none came. So, you relaxed against him, slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under.

10:26am

Without even opening your eyes you could tell you’d switched positions in your sleep. You knew, because you could feel Harry’s lips on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you sighed, letting the oxygen flood through your system as you woke up.

“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable.

“Good morning.” You hummed happily, giggling when he pressed a noisy kiss to your neck.

He chuckled softly in reply, placing more gentle kisses along the curve of your shoulder. As the rest of your body slowly came to life, you took in more of your surroundings - the daylight streaming in between the gap in the curtains, the warm smell of sleep and sex that eminated from the sheets, and, most notably, Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass.

“You alright there?”

“Yep,” he chirped, his hand inching lower on your stomach. Past your belly button and still going, his fingers crawling their way along your skin. Instead of dipping between your legs, though, his hand moved up to your hip, trailing up and down your thigh softly.

You turned over onto your back after a moment, his upper body coming up hover over yours as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Are you ever not horny?”

He paused for a moment, nudging your nose with his before responding. “Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckled, snaking one arm around his body.

Your other hand reached up to hold the side of his face, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss - all soft moans and even softer movements. No more words passed between you - they weren’t necessary. You were just enjoying being close to each other, enjoying the novelty of waking up together.

His hands explored your body, still bare from the night before - squeezing your breasts, your waist, your thigh. You were enjoying the slowness of it all, you really were, but you could feel his dick pressed up against your leg, begging for attention. So, you let your hand trail down from his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until you could take him into your hand. He grunted into your mouth at the contact, and you felt him twitch against your palm.

You pumped his length slowly, spreading your legs for him when you felt his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. His finger dipped deftly between your folds, gathering your growing wetness and spreading it over your clit. You both moved at the same unhurried pace, relishing the warm tingles that spread through your half asleep bodies.

When he finally pushed one finger inside you, your hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers stretched you open slowly, adding a second when he could feel you were ready for it. Scissoring and pumping his fingers languidly, he moaned into the kiss when you tightened your grip on his cock. You hadn’t meant to, but his fingertips had grazed over that spot inside you, and your body reacted. He repeated his movements, making you whine.

“Go back on your side,” he all but whispered against your lips, giving one last curl of his fingers before pulling his hand from between your thighs.

You kissed him once more before you obliged, turning to lie on your left side with your back to him. Feeling him shift behind you, you bent your right leg up slightly to give him access to line himself up with your entrance. You took a deep breath, letting it out in a whine as he pushed inside you. It wasn’t quite as much of an adjustment as last night, but there was still a pleasant stretch as he filled you.

You could feel the length of his body pressed against yours, as close to you as possible as he ground into you, searching for the right angle before he began to move. When the head of his cock nudged over that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, your nerves already sensitive from his fingers.

Turning your head, you reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching gently at the back of his head. Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting to thrust into you, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you close. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the grunts and half-words he was moaning into your ear. His hips slamming against your ass firmly with each thrust, pleasure coursed through you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging at the roots when you felt him hit a particularly deep spot inside you. His hand gripped your right breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to elicit a deep moan from the back of your throat.

It wasn’t much longer before his movements began to speed up, the precision of his thrusts faltering. His hand left your breast, instead moving to pull at your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours, he slotted his fingers between yours and brought them down to the bed in front of you.

“Lay on your front.” His voice was strained, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear when he spoke, pressing his body against yours and pushing your chest against the mattress.

His cock slipped out of you as you moved your lower body, but he was quick to fix that once you were in position, your hips raised off the bed slightly.

“Oh fuck-” “Shit-”

You both moaned at the new angle, a few more slipping past your lips when you rolled his hips against you, dragging his cock across your g spot. His right hand still held yours, pressing your hands to the bed as he began to thrust into you once more. Faster and harder than before, each snap of his hips made the bed creak. The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, but he didn’t seem at all bothered by the sound. You weren’t sure how you got there from the leisurely touches you’d shared when you first awoke, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel yourself getting close already, your walls beginning to spasm around him.

“I’m gonna come,” you panted, your eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure with the side of your face pressed into the pillow.

Harry groaned behind you at your words, his pace and precision never faltering. It only took a few more strokes before you were moaning out your orgasm, your whole body tensing from the inside out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles began to relax - and then he pulled out and tucked his hand between your legs in one smooth movement, rubbing your clit hard and fast.

“Holy sh–”

Your mouth hung open, unable to finish forming the words you’d started. Your back arched at the sudden contact, lifting your hips further off the bed as the second wave of your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, soft in comparison to the way his fingers were working you through your high. You bit down on your pillow, just because it was half in your mouth already and you didn’t know what else to do as each pass of his fingers over your clit kept you coming, drawing out your orgasm, keeping you at the top of that wave. He didn’t stop even when you felt yourself finally topple over the edge, your body slumping against the mattress. You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away.

“Please.”

Your plea was barely audible, but he heard you, his hand moving to knead your ass cheek instead.

“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder.

“S’okay,” You shook your head as much as you could, with your face smushed to the pillow. “Feels good, I just - I need a sec.”

Harry waited while you caught your breath, his right hand squeezing yours periodically while his left caressed your waist, fingers dancing over your hip and down your thigh. After a minute, you puffed out a deep breath.

“Okay, I’m good.”

“You sure?” His hand gripped your hip, poised.

“Mmhm.”

“Excellent.”

He tugged at your hip, and you followed his wordless instruction, tilting your pelvis to allow him to slide back inside you. Immediately setting a brutal pace, he slammed into you hard and fast - a stark contrast to his gentle touches only moments before. He found your left hand in the sheets, engulfing it with his own the same as your right, your palms pressed to the bed and his fingers gripping yours. All you could do was lie there and moan breathlessly, letting him use your body to chase his high. Without even trying to he was hitting your g spot every time, and you were just starting to think you could come again if you really tried, despite how your muscles were screaming at you to let them rest, when you heard a deep “fuck fuck fuck” from somewhere behind you, and suddenly he was coming inside you, his movements slowing to deep, heavy thrusts. You clenched your walls around him over and over, biting your lip when you heard him moan gutturally as you drew out every last bit of his orgasm.

His weight pressed your body into the mattress when he collapsed onto you, spent. He moved after a second, allowing you to breathe again as he let go of your hands and rolled off of you. You didn’t move yet though, just bending one knee to get a bit more comfortable and turning your head to look at him. Your lids were heavy and his were the same, lazy smiles on both your faces. His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck. The action made you yawn too - only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth.

You scowled, and he laughed.

“God you’re so annoying.”

He kissed your forehead in reply, and you tried to keep your frown in place but your mouth was betraying you, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Okay,” Harry spoke decisively, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “Shower first or food first?”

With great effort, you flipped onto your back and sat up, feeling his cum start to drip out of you as you considered his question.

“Food first.”

12:15pm

Ordering food was definitely the right call - by the time it arrived you were positively weak with hunger. You answered the door in a baggy t shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling underdressed while you stood awkwardly by as the hotel staff set plates and glasses down on the table. Not as underdressed as Harry, of course, who was hiding in the bathroom in his underwear.

The second you turned the lock on the door after thanking the servers, you heard the door to the ensuite open and Harry’s voice shortly after.

“I’m fucking starving.”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him move as fast as he did then, closing the distance from the bathroom to the table in two quick strides and taking lids from plates with both hands. Your stomach growled as you joined him at the table, signalling your agreement with his statement.

You were both so hungry you barely even spoke until you were halfway through your breakfast. Once you were sated, though, conversation flowed easily between you, like it always did, and you were soon leaning back in your seats, clutching glasses of orange juice and talking through future plans.

Eventually you moved over to the sofa that sat under the window, perpendicular to the wall mounted TV. You were going through your calendars, figuring out when you’d see each other next and doing general life admin - like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday.

“What date’s that again?” he asked as he got to his feet. “I’m gonna have another coffee, d’you want one?”

“It’s on the 20th but the party’s on the 22nd. I - uhhh–”

You’d started to reply, but when you glanced up from your phone your brain short circuited for a second. He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and smooth expanse of skin, some areas littered with blank ink, until you reached the laurels just above his waistband, almost level with the edge of the table.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyes shot up to his face, realising he was looking at you expectantly with the cafetiere poised over your empty mug.

“Coffee?”

“Oh yeah, uhm, yes please.”

He poured you a cup, smirking to himself as he did so. “What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” you muttered nonchalantly, scratching the back of your neck.

Harry snorted a laugh, spilling a few drops of milk as he poured it into your cup. “I was thinking that earlier, actually.”

Switching his smirk for an innocent-looking smile, he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you.

“Did you say the 22nd?”

2:36pm

“So I was thinking,” Harry started, stepping around you to let you stand under the shower head while he shampooed his hair, “we could still go for dinner, but like, in the room.”

“So… room service?”

He rolled his eyes as you lathered shower gel over your body.

“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.”

“Ohh, like still get dressed up and stuff?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I mean, I, for one, would hate for that dress to go to waste.”

You’d bought a new dress for the trip and sent him a picture from the dressing room when you’d tried it on, and judging by the speed with which he called you after he got it, he seemed to like it.

“Of course,” you laughed, tilting your head to meet his lips in a wet kiss.

It only lasted a moment though, your face scrunching up in disgust.

“Phlegh - shampoo in my mouth - bleugh - but yes that sounds cute, let’s do that.”

Harry snorted, apologising as he switched places with you again to rinse his hair before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple.

Read part 2 here!

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