#his eyes are huge and so full of fucking grit stop putting him on the back of your SPEEDER IM STRESSED

[heetos]

plushies and headsets? ･ﾟﾟ･｡

pairing- best friend!heeseung x tiny!afab!reader

synopsis - no one expected that a mall trip with your best friend, where you spot your favorite plushy store, could end up in him making you cum all over his sheets.

tw - size kink (he's huge), tiny reader, plushy humping, masturbation, cursing, use of nicknames, best friends down bad, lmk if i missed something!!!

word count - 1.9k

a/n - stop i hate this aahhh!!! seems like u guys like huge hee n soft toys ;) i love making manly guys crazy for girly girls.. pls lmk your thoughts rahh :3

taglist - @whowantshota

as the weekends roll around, you find yourself at heeseung's house, watching him furiously click away on his keyboard.

you know he's your best friend, but he looks ethereal like this. messy hair from his headset moving around, his bangs a little sweaty from the match, his shirt sitting perfect on top of him, his thighs spread out on his chair as he cusses at his screen.

"fuck" he hisses, missing another hit as his eyes remain glued to his screen.

you know he's your best friend, but why do you clench your thighs together whenever he cusses?

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heeseung's a big guy, much much larger than you. his hands, twice the size of your small ones, his face, beyond your reach.

"hee!!" you pout and look up at him after reapplying your lip gloss, eyes twinkling, batting your pretty eyelashes up at him. "is it too much..?"

to say heeseung is in love is an understatement. he's in awe as he finds himself zoned out looking at your tiny figure under him. he just wants to put his arms around your tiny waist, pick you up and kiss the lip gloss off your lips.

"hee..?" you whisper, blinking up at him, you find him zoned out with his eyebrows raised in surprise.

"oh... y-yeah.. looks great.." he manages to say, turning his eyes away from you to look at the plushie store. "why do you even need that, just lick your lips, same effect"

"ay! stop i paid $45 for this!!" your small fists land a punch at his muscular arm. you look at where his eyes are fixated, making you gasp. "plushies! i need to buy a new one!" you grab his arm, dragging him to the store as you run towards it, your cute little skirt riding upwards at your excitement.

heeseung feels warmth rush to his cheeks as he sees your tiny fingers struggle to grip onto his arm. your giggly state slowly making him lose his character.

your eyes sparkle as you enter the store, looking around for various types of plushies. "why do you even need these??, you've got like 4 already!" he huffs biting down his smile that naturally spreads across his face looking at you. "they're just full of cotton if didn't you know"

"woahh! i didn't know, i've been buying ones full of rocks all this while" you grit your teeth at him and slap his arm as he winces in pain.

"ugh you've got way too much strength for your tiny ass" he rolls his eyes and goes back to his phone, moving his thumbs around his screen, distracting himself from getting smitten by you.

25 minutes later, and you're still picking out the perfect new plush. debating weather you should get the cute strawberry one or the panda one. "heeseungggggg!!!"

"what" his blunt tone makes you pout up at him. when he removes his eyes from his phone, he chuckles loudly as his eyes meet your figure, completely hidden by the two large plushies in your arms.

"whatt!!" your voice comes out muffled behind the toys.

"nothing you look stupid as hell, what's taking you so long?"

"help me pick!!! they're both too cute!!" you tiptoe your way out of the plushies to look up at him properly.

"i literally saw a panda with a strawberry plush on your desk the other day" he sighs "just wait outside, i'll pick one out for you yeah?"

"really?" your eyes widen as you give him the biggest smile. "you better not pick an ugly one or else i'll beat you into a plush right here"

"fine geez i'll pick something 'cute' " he says visibly cringing at himself. taking the plushies out of your arms, smiling at how they now appear normal sized in his hold, he notices you walking out and opening your phone to call someone.

"fuck she's so cute" he mutters under his breath as he scans the store. maybe he's doing this for himself, just trying to get home quicker, but deep down he knows he's fucked with the way you jump excitedly.

"cute? what's cute..." with his hands in his pockets, he looks at some of them, imagining your cunt grinding against it. lewd thoughts flood his head even when he's trying not to think about you like that. "ugh i'll just get this weird ass bear" he pays for it quickly, rushing back to you.

"here idiot, take it" he hands the normal sized bear over to you while looking away.

"oh my god!!! hee!!!" you gasp, jumping up and down smiling and hugging the bear which almost covers your face. "it's adorable! i didn't think of this!!"

oh he's gone, he's so gone, he's so in love and is so visibly blushing at you. blood rushes to his cock once you jump up and down with it, "told you you'd like it" he chuckles, holding you down. "let's get home now i'll miss my game"

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you're now sitting on his bed, with your new bear in your hand as you watch heeseung from afar. you tilt your head like a puppy, looking at heeseung grunt and cuss at his screen, the movements of his fingers on the keyboard speeding up. "goddamn he's hot.." you mutter under your breath, trying to distract yourself from the heat thats beginning to build between your legs.

"ah fuck yes" he growls and runs his hands through his hair, putting his headphones back on as he makes a headshot.

the moment he curses, you find yourself slowly bringing your bear down in between your legs, trying to relieve some tension. "oh shit.." you whisper softly as you shudder from the sudden pleasure.

subconsciously, you wrap your legs around the soft plush and push your hips into it. you gasp as you let out a sudden soft moan at the feeling. you're so lost in the pleasure the soft bear is giving to your clit that you don't notice heeseung's mouth wide open staring at you.

"you have some nerve doing that in my bed" he scoffs, removing his headset as he adjusts himself in his chair, spreading his legs. he eyes full of lust as he fixates on your tiny body squirming in his bed.

heat rushes to your cheeks when you notice him getting comfortable to watch you. you feel yourself getting embarrassingly wet as his eyes land at where your cunt meets the bear. its exactly what he imagined, his lewd thoughts are finally coming to life. you're grinding against the bear he bought for you? in his room? looking at him?

"baby...go ahead and strip for me?"

its embarrassing how fast you comply, getting up and swiftly taking your shirt off, sliding down your shorts until you're left with a pink lace bra and baby pink underwear. "hee... what do you what me to do baby..?"

its crazy how fast the tension in the room shifted. two seconds ago you were squeezing your thighs together at him and now he's commanding you to get off. heeseung mutters out a soft moan when he sees your perfect tiny body, your pretty lips pouting at him, waiting for him to corrupt you. his hands slowly reach his pants, your eagerness going straight to his cock. "show me how you get off on it doll "

your cheeks flush red at his order. you bite your bottom lip as you tug your panties off. he groans when he sees a string of your arousal sticking to it. you slowly raise your hips as you keep the plush between your legs. the soft material coming in direct contact with your clit makes you roll your eyes back as you position yourself over it, lowering yourself slowly onto the fabric. "like this hee..?"

"oh fuck yeah' just like that baby" he throws his head back at the site, his cock twitching in anticipation. "you're so fuckin' cute baby" he whispers hoarsely. the precum stain forming a patch and deepening the color of his grey sweatpants.

you begin to grind your hips against the pillow, moaning softly as you watch his huge cock become visibly hard under his pants. "a-ah f-fuck..hee.. feels s-so good.." you whimper, eyes shut as you hump your plushy, putting on a show for him.

he watches every move of yours with hooded eyes, his tongue licking his lips as he draws his hand towards his cock, growing painfully hard by second. "oh you're so so sexy" he moans out as his hand comes in contact with his dick. "you-fuck-drive me fuckin' crazy princess" he growls as he throws his head back, squeezing his aching tip.

you lean forward, supporting yourself with one hand while using the other to grip the head of the plush. "n-gh一fuck-d-does it.. does it feel g-good for you too heeseung..?" you moan out his name opening your eyes and looking directly into his hooded eyes.

"fuck baby yeah' feels so good" his name has never sounded so fucking good coming from someone. something about your tiny fucking body humping his on huge fucking bed while moaning his fucking name sends him into a frenzy. he bites his lips as he looks directly into your eyes. "oh fuck sake" he mutters quickly as he removes his sweatpants and slides his boxers down. his dick rock solid as he trails his huge palm over it. "a-h baby.. you're s-so fuckin' hot" he barely lets out, his eyes focused on every single movement of your tiny body fucking yourself on a plush.

eyes widening, you gasp as you watch heeseung take his pants off, revealing his huge. fucking. cock. with a blood red tip aching to cum. you almost fall over with the image of his cock right in front of you. "fuck一 you're s-so huge.." you whine as you regain your balance and shut your eyes, riding the plush as if your life depends on it. you rock your hips back and forth rhythmically, the material soaked with your arousal, creating friction against your clit as you feel the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten. you move your tiny hands over to your tits as you speed up your movements.

"god fuckk" heeseung moans at the site, his hard cock covered in precum as he jerks himself up and down slowly, trying to match your rhythm. "shit一ah- cum for me doll" he groans loudly as he watches you rut against the plushy desperately. he has never wanted to be a piece of cotton so bad. he wants to be under you, he wants his face to be under you. he wants you to grind yourself down on his face, suffocate him, cum all over his face. "make a -fuck- make a mess baby" he groans out loud as he watches you edge closer and closer to your orgasm.

your body jerks forward as you grope your tit harshly. "f-fuckkkk.. h-heeseung!! -ah- 'm gnna cum!" drool spilling from your mouth, you look at him and let out a loud pornographic moan as you cum undone on the plushy.

your tiny body feeling weak from the intense orgasm, you fall on his bed but he catches you before you could hit the bed. "hee..." you whine breathlessly as your chest heaves up and down. he hovers over you, his huge body towering over your smaller one. he gently places a kiss on your forehead. "you're the prettiest and sexiest girl ever i swear to god" he smiles as his eyes turn over to the cum-covered abandoned plushy.

you flash him a soft smile, batting up your eyelashes at him, before feeling his rock hard dick grazing over your thigh.

"ready to get ruined by me now?"

end.

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #heeseung #lee heeseung smut #lee heeseung #lee heeseung enhypen #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung enhypen #enhypen heeseung #heeeseung x reader #enha smut #lee heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard hours #heeseung lee #heeseung enha #heeseung smut #enha #enhypen imagines #enhablr #smut #lee heeseung ⋆

[princessbrunette]

More rafeeee please help me get through my college apps with this

you’d been so fucking hyper today. rafe was stressed, he had a billion and two things on his mind — head reeling about business or his dad or his sisters or whatever bullshit decided to fly his way— and you had the audacity to be clinging onto his arm, barely dragging your little kitten heels to walk, mouth running constantly like an engine. he didn’t like being cruel to you, mainly because he wanted you to stay — but you were pushing it. if he clenched his jaw any harder he fears it might break.

come evening, he’s holding your hips down to the bed and rocking your shit. hard. you forget how huge he is most days when you’re beside him because you’re so used to it — it’s only when you’re under him and he’s covering you like a blanket, trapping you to the mattress that you appreciate it to its full extent. he pants, squinting at you as he holds himself up with one arm, stilling for a moment to talk. “this all it takes to calm you down? some dick? jesus christ…” you’re fucked out by this point, only meeting his glare with a gooey love struck expression and a fluttering cunt.

you swear he shakes his head as he continues the rhythm of the plap plap plap. “nothing to say now. that right?” his breath is warm and comforting on your skin, you don’t care about much else. “gotta do all the thinkin’ for the both of us don’t i?” it comes out more of a statement than a question, his rough hands jiggling at the fat of your hip.

“f-fuck…me…” you try, but it’s whiny and broken and unsure like you’ve never spoken before. he ticks his jaw, yanking you closer by the waist to get a better angle, his lips pursed and irritated.

“yeah, yeah. s’all you know isn’t it. fuck me.” he scoffs, pushing your knees up and getting back into his rhythm, beating away at your cervix. you mewl and clamp down hard. “that’s it, that’s the stuff.” he purs in that cruel nasally voice of his that only people with money can imitate.

“i don’t even wanna pull out, today.” he shrugs at you, still putting on a show despite being damn near breathless. his mouth turns downward when he shrugs in that careless way and you feel fat tears at the corner of each eye. maybe it’s because he’s mean, but you know primarily it’s because it feels so good. “i don’t think you deserve that respect right now. ‘cos where was that respect for me today, sweetheart? maybe it’ll put you in your fuckin’ place, finally.” he grits his teeth and speeds up. jesus, what a psycho.

“please.” you squeak.

“‘please’ as in do it or ‘please’ as in don’t. doesn’t matter what you want, but i’m curious.” his mouth gapes a little when he waits for your answer. he’s still cute in that boyish way even when he talks to you like this. red in the cheeks, curtained hair sticking to his forehead unevenly.

“i don’t know!” you cry out, going to cover your face or wipe your tears, whatever one comes first. he bats your hands away carelessly and leans forward again over you, pinning you down with his body weight and cantering his hips to grind into you.

“course you don’t.” he whispers, and he stops being mean after that. maybe he actually felt bad, or maybe your pussy’s just that good — wiping out his attitude completely.

#rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe obx smut #angelofcigs

[hellfirexhoe]

Tuesdays? | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

summary: sort of prequel to Wednesdays, Eddie and reader are enemies who like to ruin each other on Wednesday nights, and this is how that situation first started happening (reader and Eddie are both over 18)

3,000+ words

warnings: horndog content so 18+ only please - MINORS DNI, lots of swearing, name calling, degradation, enemies to lovers fuck buddies, rough sex, p in v, protected sex, oral (m receiving), bad writing, skipped meals, little bit of gross eddie, pervy eddie, bitchy reader, v. brief dubcon, harassment, female reader

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You push your lunch away in disgust as you accidentally look over at Eddie Munson’s table, he’s talking animatedly with his friends, mouth full and spraying food everywhere, his friends are laughing at whatever he’s saying, almost deafeningly loud. It doesn’t seem to bother anyone else in the lunch room, but for you messy eating is a cardinal sin, it makes you feel physically sick. Deciding your appetite probably won’t return your bus your tray, apologize to your friends and head to the library. The rest of the hour passes without interruption and you’re in better spirits as you head to Spanish, nibbling on an energy bar. It’s the only class you have with Eddie, this year’s schedule had been kinder to you than last, last year you were in a majority of classes with him and for the first week or so you’d found him funny, charming even, but the obnoxious behavior and constant tapping on the table had soured you to him pretty badly.

Your usual desk buddy was out sick so you had the entire desk to yourself, until Eddie walked in and plopped down next to you, lunch still around his mouth. Great. You gritted your teeth and turned your whole body away, determined to block out the boy next to you, it was only an hour and then you would be on your way to an Eddie-free gym class, followed by an equally Eddie-free car ride home, to your Eddie-free house. This became a mantra in your head as the lesson started.

Eddie’s class clown routine started about 5 minutes in and by 15 minutes you were contemplating faking cramps to get out of the classroom. By some miracle you manage to stave off the urge to stab him with your pen and focus on the lesson, when the bell finally rings you unclench your jaw, gather your books and flee the room before Eddie has even stopped tapping on the desk. Chrissy is waiting for you outside and laughs at your strained expression,

“Why do you let him bother you so much? He sits way at the back, miles from you. Just ignore him.”

You shake your head, “Marsha’s out today, so he decided he’d keep me company. Fucking insufferable I tell you.”

“Maybe you need to buy some goodies from his lunch box and you’ll be able to tolerate him more.” Chrissy jokes as you groan,

“I’m not buying drugs from the town freak Chrissy, I have better plugs than that.”

“You know I heard the weirdest thing the other day,” You look at her, “Apparently the freak thing extends to the bedroom, like he’s into some kinky shit.”

“Absolutely no fucking way Chrissy. That boy is as much of a virgin as the day he was born, doubt he’d even know where to put it.”

Chrissy shakes her head “Nope, from what I’ve heard its big and he knows how to use it.” She’s whispering loudly to you, eyes flitting around to make sure no one’s listening as you walk the corridor.

“Chrissy Cunningham. Are you really trying to tell me that Eddie Munson has a huge dick?” As you speak your left shoulder is pushed by someone, your heart sinks when you realize it is a beet-red Eddie storming past you both. “Shit. Well now I feel like a total bitch.” Chrissy cringes with you and you carry on to your gym. The lesson passes quickly and the final bell rings out, announcing your freedom.

You and Chrissy link arms as you step out into the parking lot, letting each other go with over the top waves and reaching for each other. She reaches her car first, and doesn’t notice what you do when you look over at your car. Shit. Eddie’s leaning against your car, looking pissed, so he definitely heard us earlier then. You walk over, checking to see you have witnesses,

“H-hey Eddie.”

“Hey Eddie? That really all you have to say?” Eddie raises an eyebrow, “If either of you are so fucking curious about my dick that you want to be yelling about it in the corridor, please feel free to ask to see it.”

“I’m sorry we didn-”

“You didn’t know I could hear your whole conversation? So you’re not going to apologize for being a total bitch, just that I heard it? Nice. Real fuckin’ nice.” Eddie stalks off, simmering.

“Why the fuck are you so mad anyway? Not like we were yelling ‘Eddie Munson has a tiny dick’.” You call after him, taunting him, attracting a small audience. Eddie’s tall frame freezes and he rounds back on you, stepping so close you’re pressed up against your car, a wicked smile on his face as he whispers in your ear,

“Keep taunting me and you’ll find out how big it is when its down your throat.” You’re a little too stunned to come up with a snarky reply for that, and by the time you do Eddie is already across the lot, smile still on his face. You climb into your car and head home for that Eddie-free evening you had promised yourself. Except your mind wasn’t allowing you your reprieve, you kept thinking about Eddie’s words, twisted as they were.

You barely sleep that night and you curse Chrissy for the fact that you simply cannot stop wondering just how big Eddie Munson’s dick is. You were perfectly happy not thinking about that before today, if anyone had asked you to picture him naked you would have managed to imagine smooth hard plastic under his trousers, like a Ken doll, but now you’re wondering about his girth? I hate that girl. You huff as you read 3.14am on your clock.

Somewhere in the night you manage to fall asleep but it feels like minutes have passed when your alarm trills. You manage to drag yourself through the motions and pack on enough concealer to cover an entire cheer squad, hoping to disguise the bags under your eyes. After downing a scalding coffee you manage to perk yourself up enough to get to school safely. You get to Spanish and notice Marsha’s seat occupied by your new desk buddy, Eddie, who has his feet propped up on your side, you stare pointedly at them until he adjusts, tucking his feet under the desk.

“You look like you’ve slept terribly. Guilty conscience or could you not stop yourself from thinking about my dick?”

You don’t reply, which earns a snort from Eddie. “So the second one then. Like I said, if you’re curious just ask.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes.

Your brain is too tired to catch the next words before they escape your lips,

“Fine, let’s say I’m curious. Show me.”

Eddie looks at you wide-eyed, “Yeah, I’m not getting my dick out in a room which is like half full of minors.”

“Not now, you moron.”

“Also this isn’t show and fucking tell, nor is my dick my most treasured possession.” He pauses “Okay maybe only the first part of that is true.”

“You’re so disgusting.”

“Says the girl who just asked me to show her my dick to satisfy some kind of morbid curiosity. Besides, what am I getting in return? I’d hate to disappoint you or ruin my reputation as a freak but flashing you or anyone else for that matter isn’t top of my list of things to do on a Friday.”

You decide silence is your best option, your brain can’t adequately filter your words so you stay mute for the remainder of the day. Eddie, satisfied that he’s worked you up so much you can’t even speak, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his lips. Once the bell rings for the end of class Eddie is up before you, and as you stand to leave he turns around and makes an obscene gesture with his tongue at you, winks then disappears into the corridor. You become intimately familiar with the gesture throughout the day because you swear everywhere you look the metalhead is appearing from nowhere, performing.

“What is that about?” Chrissy asks after she notices Eddie’s performance,

“I asked to see his dick and now he’s harassing me I guess.”

“You did what??”

“I’m tired, my brain can’t filter.” Chrissy is creasing with laughter at you,

“Has it really been such a dry spell that you’re looking to Eddie?”

“No, its your damn fault anyway, I could have gone my whole life never wondering if Eddie Munson truly has a big dick.”

“Oh he does,” your friend Louise appears beside Chrissy and you roll your eyes,

“Fucking fantastic, where have you heard that from?”

As you walk you feel a hand slip past your ass and place something in your back pocket, Eddie walks past you quickly, making it obvious to you that it was him. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and duck into a stall, retrieving a scrap of paper from the pocket of your skirt, the scrawl is messy and barely readable but you make it out eventually, it’s an address and the words “tuesday 7pm wear your cheer uniform”.

Is he fucking with me right now? Does he really think I’m going to turn up at his trailer and worship his dick?

By the time Tuesday afternoon rolls around you estimate you have received about 17 sexual remarks from Eddie in words or gestures and are now planning on going to his trailer to yell at him for being an absolute pig, and possibly murder him. You’re not sure on the second objective, might be a bit too much work for a Tuesday, plus you’d need help to move the body and there would be all those questions.

At 6.45pm you’re getting in your car, decidedly not in your cheer uniform, because that was just too weird. The whole situation is weird, you’re driving to Eddie Munson’s trailer? That he invited you to? You pull up at 7.07pm, trying to exit your car as quietly as you can. Eddie must have heard you, or been watching at the window because he opens the door before you can knock, you step in and immediately poke him square in the chest with a pointed nail,

“What the fuck is your problem Munson?” You yell, “Quit the harassment, you’re being a fucking pervert.”

“You drove all the way out here to yell at me?” Eddie smirks, “You must really care.”

“That’s the thing, I really don’t, you’re just being an absolute pig and I’ve had enough!” You’re breathing hard and squaring your shoulders, you’re so angry with him that your hands are shaking. So Eddie’s next move of pushing you against the wall and kissing you completely throws you off guard, you grab a handful of his hair and pull forcing him to break the kiss.

“Okay. Fuck. OW. Might have misread the moment, my bad.”

“What in the fuck did you think that moment was?”

“I thought you were one of those girls who gets all horny when they’re angry. Evidently I was wrong.” He’s not wrong, you are exactly one of those girls but it’s Eddie. Gross, messy eater, desk tapping until you go insane, insufferable, rude Eddie.

“Fuck. Lets just get this over with.” You sigh as you start unbuttoning your skirt and shimmying it down your legs, Eddie is now truly bewildered,

“Get what over with? What is happening right now?”

“We’re going to fuck. We’re going to get this,” you gesture to the air around you both “out of our systems. And then I can go back to thinking you’re a disgusting pig, and you can go back to thinking I’m an uptight bitch. Sound good?”

Eddie shrugs and starts taking his shirt off, not taking his eyes off you undressing for a second, like his own personal strip tease. He smirks when he catches your jaw drop slightly at the size of his bulge. Chrissy and Louise’s intel had been correct.

“Wait. We need some ground rules,” you pause, both of you now in your underwear.

“O..kay,”

“No kissing when we get down to it.”

“Get down to it, christ you’re romantic.”

“No! That’s the point, this isn’t romance, this isn’t love, this isn’t even a fucked up friendship. This is just fucking because hormones and pheromones and all that other scienc-y crap.”

“Gotcha. Positions?”

“No missionary. Also no pet names, I’m fine with you degrading me but I don’t want none of that ‘princess’ mushyness. And you are definitely not going in me bareback.”

“Definitely not, wouldn’t want to catch whatever evil you have. Safe words?”

“You planning to get so pussy drunk I’d need a safe word to pull you out of it?”

“That’s the hope.”

“Red for stop, yellow for pause.” Eddie nods

“Bed?” You glance around the living room and nod, surely the bedroom would be a little more comfortable. Once you’re in his bedroom Eddie appears a little awkward,

“How do you want to, I mean uhh,” Eddie’s voice trails off,

“Guess I’m taking the lead tonight huh stud?” You drop to your knees and pull his boxers down, making him gasp at your forwardness. You spit in your hand and use it to pump along his length, smirking when you see his eyes roll back and his bottom lip captured by his teeth. You keep him in your hand as your tongue runs over his swollen head, lapping up the drops of precum that had formed, earning a deep primal moan from Eddie. You start to take the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking gently as you pump his length firmly, as he moans and his legs start to shake you suck harder, taking more of his length in your mouth, bobbing up and down and revelling in the noises escaping Eddie’s mouth. Ringed fingers begin to tangle in your hair, gathering it into a loose ponytail, you appreciate the somewhat chivalrous act and starting taking him deeper, lips down to the base and tip sliding down your throat

“Jesus H. Christ do you even have a gag reflex?” You shake your head, drawing back slightly only to suck him back in, earning a loud cry of pleasure from Eddie. He’s already beginning to sound so pathetic and needy. You pull back, releasing his cock from the vacuum of your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ and he almost collapses back onto his bed, panting, cock twitching as though it was searching to be back in your mouth again. While he’s temporarily stunned you unclasp your bra and drop your underwear to the floor, not paying any attention to where they fall as you climb onto the bed, pausing to grab a condom from the pack on his nightstand. You remember a trick you had learned at a sleepover and put the now unwrapped condom in your mouth, Eddie watches you curiously and then gasps as you use your mouth to sheathe his cock,

“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“You can thank Chrissy for that trick. Practiced on many a banana in the Cunningham kitchen.”

Your hovering above him, pussy just centimeters away from the tip of his cock, about to slide down when Eddie grabs you to stop you,

“I haven-haven’t warmed you up yet, that’s not very gentlemanly.”

You lean down to whisper in his ear “If I want you to be a gentleman, I’ll ask for it. Right now I want you to fuck me.” You grab his hand and place it against your clit and run it down to your soaked hole, “I’m sure I can take you, all those pathetic little mewls you did seem to have done the trick.” Eddie still insisted on sticking his fingers inside you, gathering up your wetness and using it to lube up his cock before sucking his fingers clean, as you slide down you whisper in his ear,

“Such a fucking pervert, licking me up like that.” Eddie’s cock throbs inside you and you moan, loving the pressure of him filling you up. His hands are on your hips, helping you to ride harder and faster until your bodies are slamming against each other, the headboard on the bed threatening to make a dent in the wall, you can see Eddie’s eyes becoming unfocused as he gets pussy drunk inside you,

“Eddie?”

“Hnhmh?”

“I fucking hate you.” His eyes snap back, razor sharp focus now trained on you as he starts slamming you down on his cock harder than before, his fingers dipping between you two to start rubbing your clit, “Do you hate this too, princess.” Eddie utters a forbidden word but in such a sneering way, so laced with venom that he might have just been calling you a cum dump.

You nod, breathing faster as you feel your orgasm building, “You’re bad at this.”

Eddie laughs “Tell that to your fucking pussy that’s trying to throttle me.” Your walls are contracting around him almost painfully tight as you get to the edge of your orgasm, Eddie keeps his pressure and pattern going and within seconds you’re ruined, legs shaking, back arching, crying and cursing as your orgasm wracks through your body. Eddie finishes shortly after you, pulling you down and holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

You slide off of Eddie and catch your breath while he takes the condom off and ties it before throwing it into the bin.

“We should do this again sometime. How do Tuesdays sound?”

You laugh breathlessly, “Wednesday nights work better for me.”

“You’re still an uptight bitch who has no awareness for the people around her.”

“And you’re still a fucking pervert.”

“In that case I’m keeping your panties as a trophy.”

“So disgusting.”

The next day your hips have finger shaped bruises all over them, your lips are swollen and you can hardly sit down without wincing. As you sit at your lunch table you catch Eddie smirking at you as your wince once your body makes contact with the unforgiving plastic. You glare at him and give him the middle finger. Chrissy catches this,

“Oh so it is definitely big.”

You give her a pained nod.

“Huge.”

#eddie munson #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #munson-trashcan #days of the week fic #female reader #bitchy reader #eddie x bitchy!reader

[sim0nril3y]

Push and Pull

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Simon opens himself up to some physical intimacy, but it seems like even afterwards he still remains guarded and aloof Note: Set in 2014 Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral male receiving, mild angst, Simon being his usual guarded self, canon-typical swearing

Oh god. Fuckinghell. This was happening… Your fingers were so daintily plucking at his belt whilst soft lips pressed open-mouthed kisses against the shallow ‘V’ groves of his lower abdomen. With some assistance you tugged down his jeans and audibly gasped at the outline of his hard cock through his briefs. Simon tried to remain composed as her hot mouth skimmed over the fabric. “Fuck…” Grounding out your name between his grit teeth. Part of him wanted to beg and the other wanted to chastise for teasing him so cruelly.

A tug on his briefs allowed it to spring free causing yet another gasp to find your throat at the sight of his immense uncut cock. His glassy eyes trailed over your flushed features trying so desperately to decipher the look. “You’re huge~” Your voice was barely a whisper but it sent a deep shiver down his spine. There was this need that was building inside of him that he hadn’t felt for such a long time. Simon needed your touch. His cock cried and jumped for your attention.

“Babe, please…” Simon hiccupped out, hands gripping frantically at the material of the sofa cushions. For so long he had been so content with nothing or on the rare occasion his own touch. Simply resigning himself that was all that he was worth, but now with you knelt between his trembling knees. Fuck, he needed you on a deeper level than he had ever experienced. It was confusing, it was arousing but most of it it was fucking terrifying.

The sound of your breathy voice grounded him in that moment. “I got you.” It was sweet and intoxicating. His cock leaked unapologetically against his stomach and a moment later your soft hands wrapped around his cock making his strong hips shoot upwards from muscle memory, those same hands soothingly his hips back into a more relaxed position. “Let me take care of you…” Face beat red and knuckles pale white as his cock leaked and pulsed in the comfort of your fist.

Hardly able to make eye-contact as you worked diligently on his massaging his cock, using his own spend as some type of lube. Rolling back his skin your wet tongue wrapped and lapped at the head of his cock. A choked noise fell from his lips, heart racing in his full chest. Fuckin’ hell. It had been such a long time since he had been cared for so attentively and patiently. Don’t fucking cum right now. Don’t cry. Be a fucking man. He repeated those commands in his head. Christ, the second sunk more of his cock in your throat he practically had to scream those directions in his mind. Keep it together, solider.

“How long has it been, Simon?” His cock removed from your throat you was able to ask a question that lingered in your mind. It didn’t mean your hand stopped jerking his length playfully. “Too long.” Finally, his eyes reopened to find your own. His mouth hung open as you back onto his length. “Gonna be the death of me~” A little laugh around his cock only caused his hips to shoot up higher, maybe giving more of his cock than you were expecting as it followed by a guttural gag. Those dangerous eyes stayed focused on his face the entire time, gaging whether he was appreciating the act or not, it seemed like he was.

“B-babe… fuck… I can’t…” It was all too much. It had just been so long since he had felt this overwhelming pleasure. Typically, he wasn’t a giver or receiver. During a one-night stand Simon would just fuck them and leave, like agreed. No kissing. No head. Minimal touching. This was all entirely different and Simon was just wishing he had wanked in his bathroom before letting you put her lips on him. Rough fingers tangled in your tresses. Finally relinquishing all control over him, Simon began to bob your head up and down on his cock. Throat tight and loud, eyes watery and focused on solely him. “Won’t… last…” It was a warning, if you didn’t want a throat full of cum then back off now, but you stayed firmly between his knees, happily allowing him to use you for pleasure.

At his pinnacle you watched intently as his entirely body went rigid, pushing your head down on his cock and feeling his cum began to flood you throat. For the most part Simon was quiet whilst he climaxed, simply a few grunts and a breathy noise of relief at his end. “Good girl.” A snippet of praise that you had not been expecting. Internally preening at his words, carefully removing yourself from his rapidly deflating cock and wiping your wet mouth with the back of her hand. For a moment you knelt there, running your hands up and down his trembling thighs, rubbing small circles into his flesh hoping that you were giving him some type of comfort at his most vulnerable.

“Do you have any cloths?” The question was hushed as you pushed herself to be standing. In a sleepy drawl Simon explained where to find one. He hadn’t been expecting you to return with a glass of water and a damp cloth. Sinking back down to your knees you spent time cleaning his spent cock, removing his jeans and tugging his briefs back up. “You’re a good girl~” The praise was slurred on his sleepy tongue, eyes practically closed by this point but you accepted it all the same, beaming to yourself as you carefully folded his jeans into a neat square.

That next morning Simon came around to find out it wasn’t just some type of dream his lust-clouded him had made it. No, you were perfectly slotted into his side and his jeans were folded beside him like some present for him to find. In that late morning sunshine Simon allowed himself a few moments to just admire your seeping frame. Curled up into his side like some wonting animal craving love and attention. He took in every inch of your frame, admiring the bones of you but what amused him most of all was that you snored. “Watching me sleep?” A groggy morning voice questioned.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Observing. Assessing.” He offered instead. “You make it sound odd.” Then stroking you hair soothingly. “Want a cuppa?” The question that every Brit wanted to be asked in the morning. You nodded frantically before being moved so delicately so that he could get up and work on that for them. “Milk? Sugar?” Your response of lots of both only made him smirk in response, pulling on his jeans and entering the kitchen.

How the fuck had this all happened? This hadn’t been in is life plans… No, he had envisioned a life of service. That was it. That was all he was good for. Simon was a good solider – No, he was a fantastic solider. He followed ordered well and did what needed to be done for the good of his people. A family, or… whatever you could be considered didn’t have a space in that plan or that future. It was too dangerous. Too many people around him had been hurt or killed because of him. He couldn’t do that to you too.

Tucked up into a comfortable little bundle you sipped at your tea and hummed happily. “I, um… was that okay last night?” Usually full of an unjustified confidence you sounded worried. His brows pinched before he gifted her a small nod. “More than okay.” He assured, not wanting you to think your technique wasn’t good, because fuck it was. “That’s good.” You took another sip of her tea and glanced in his direction again. “Because I’m not sure what you want… or what we’re doing here… like, I know what we are physically doing, but is it just physical or… I don’t know.” Then shaking your head.

Ah, you were feeling a bit uncertain about where they stood. “Without trying to sound like a prick…” Simon sat forward. “I don't think I have a good answer for you...” The other night he knew he didn’t like them blokes talking so vulgarly about you and having you sleep in his arms was… maybe better than getting head from you, but… it couldn’t change his stance on wanting to keep you safe over him being selfish. He could live without a partner, but he simply couldn’t live with her getting hurt, or worse because of him.

“I get that.” The answer came too quick from her, too scared to push him. Your smile was forced and you drunk your much too hot tea way too quickly. “I should probably get going.” Standing up and placing her empty mug down on the coffee table. “You don’t have to leave-“ “I actually have plans.” The words were like you was scolding a young boy and Simon practically recoiled from your snap. “Okay…” He conceded, standing and placing down his own mug. “Do you want a lift home?”

Responding quietly as you gathered together your things you replied. "I'll be fine." And then a moment later you were gone from his door. Fuck, he really had fucked that up, but... but maybe it was for the best. It was for your safety after all. He could live with feeling like a prick if it meant that you were alive and thriving elsewhere.

Masterlist | Ask | 02-09-2023

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[iovetecchou]

pairings... Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

contains... feral!tecchou smut. consent! rough sex, oral sex (m), face fucking, degrading (slut, whore, bitch), dirty talk, creampie, spanking, manhandling, fingering (f), fluff, cuddles, shy!tecchou, ooc!tecchou cause of death: tecchou's thighs.

AFAB Reader.

2,453 words.

The second the door swung open, you knew something was wrong. Tecchou was silent, more so than usual. His head was hanging low and he didn’t even greet you upon arrival. Which he always did. “Suehiro? Is something the matter?” You stated hesitantly. Standing up from where you sat atop the couch as you slowly approached where he stood.

He was forcefully removing his gear, hat, and boots at the front door. Discarding everything hastily as he walked right past you, and towards the bedroom without another word. “I’m not in the mood right now, y/n. I’m sorry.” He said through gritted teeth. You followed him in tow as he began to strip within the confines of your shared room. He wasn’t even looking at you, and it was concerning, to say the least. “Suehiro, did something happen at work? If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to. But, if you need an outlet to take your stresses out on then… use me.”

Tecchou stopped in his tracks. He was nearly undressed now, only clad in a pair of boxers as his gaze met yours. You saw a hint of your usual, sweet Suehiro behind his irises for a glimmer of a second. “Y/n… what do you mean by that?” He spoke lowly, as he made his way over to the desk in the corner of the room. He sat down in the wooden chair just in front of the desk as he gazed up at you. Awaiting your response.

“What I mean is, fuck me however you’d like. I’m giving you permission to take your frustrations out on me.” You stated boldly, approaching where he sat cautiously as you gauged his reaction. His face still held no trace of emotion, the only difference was his eyes were now burning with desire. “Then get on your fucking knees.” He ordered, his voice slightly startling you from how powerful it was. You wasted no time, you sunk down to your knees in front of him as Tecchou removed his last article of clothing.

His cock was on full display now as you just gaped at his form. He brought one hand up to grasp the base of his dick, gritting his teeth at the sensation before he spoke up. “Are you just going to stare at me the whole time? Here, maybe you need some encouragement, slut.” Before you could even respond, Tecchou fisted your locks harshly. He pulled you down towards his half-hard cock with the grip he had on your hair. Tecchou shoved his whole length past your lips, causing you to gag around him from the sudden intrusion.

“What? Is it too much? It’s not like you never sucked my cock before. You can take it, bitch.” His voice was laced with venom as he shot you an icy glare. You could hardly breathe with Tecchou’s thick cock blocking your airway. You tried to pull back off his length to catch your breath, but that was a huge mistake. “Oh no, you don’t. If you won’t stay put, I’ll make you stay put.” Tecchou grunted out. He shoved your head down even further, the tip of his cock prodded the back of your throat roughly as he brought one of his legs up. He hooked his thigh over your shoulder, wrapping it around your head tightly to keep you in place.

Tecchou's strong muscular thigh pressed you impossibly deeper into his cock. You gagged and convulsed harshly as he began drilling into you. His hips lifted off the chair with each upward thrust he delivered into your mouth. You were breathing harshly through your nose now, throat tightening around his cock with each passing thrust. “Yeah that’s it, keep choking on my dick. Just like that. You’re such a fucking cock slut, you know that?” Tecchou voiced out between grunts. You couldn’t help but whine around his length at the filthy words slipping past his lips.

Tecchou was never rough with you, especially not like this. But you loved it, so fucking much. Seeing such a warm and gentle lover turn into someone completely unrecognizable like this was exciting, to say the least. Tecchou’s mind was completely clouded with an intense desire to ruin you. With each upward jerk of his hips, his thick thigh locked around your head would push you down to meet his thrust. You were slobbering and drooling all over his length at this point. You could hardly breathe with the way he was handling you, and you had no control over the situation whatsoever. You just continued to let Tecchou do as he pleased.

“Look, you’re making a fucking mess. You’re so filthy, you like it when I treat you like a whore, don’t you?” His voice boomed through the air as he never once let up on his movements and hold on you. You could only whine around his length in response, but Tecchou wasn’t pleased with that at all. “You’re going to have to speak up. I can't hear you when you’re babbling around my cock.” In one swift motion, he unhooked his thigh around your head. Pulling you off of his dick with the grip he still had on your hair. You gasped harshly, panting out heavily as you tried to catch your breath.

“Well?” Tecchou quipped out impatiently, bending at the waist so his face was right in front of yours. His lips were drawn into a straight line and his eyebrows were quirked up in irritation. “Yes… I-I like it when you…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling too embarrassed to confess how you truly felt. This just aggravated Tecchou further. Before you knew it, you were being dragged up to your feet, Tecchou harshly turned you around in one swift motion. Shoving you down against the desk as he towered over you from behind.

“If you can't say it properly, then I guess I’m just going to have to fuck it out of you.” Tecchou spat out. He brought his hands down to your hips, harshly pulling down your pants and underwear in one rough tug. He didn’t care to remove them all the way, just far enough to expose your needy pussy. He grasped the base of his slippery cock once more, lining it up to your entrance before he plunged into you. He gave you no time to adjust, instantly fucking into you at an unwavering pace. You wailed out at the sudden intrusion, placing your hands on the desk to support yourself as your boyfriend continued to fuck you as he pleased.

“You really are enjoying this, huh? You’re so fucking wet, and you’re squeezing me so much. I didn’t know you were such a dirty cock whore.” He grunted out as his pace increased. You could feel the tip of his cock prodding up against your sweet spot with each brutal thrust. You were seeing stars, and you felt your release begin to bubble up. Tecchou’s hand found its way back into your hair. He pulled you back towards him forcefully, causing your back to arch in an uncomfortable manner. You could hear him groaning and grunting into your ear as he pulled your head up next to his.

“Now, say it.” He demanded, his hips never faltering. You could feel his balls slapping up against pussy as he continued to jackhammer up into you. “I… like it w-when you treat me like a whore-!” You babbled out, drool slipping past your lips as the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin clouded your mind. “Good slut. Now I want you to squirt all over my dick. Make a fucking mess like the filthy bitch you are.” He ordered out, slamming your head back down against the desk as his pace became rougher. You winced out at the slight pain of being shoved into the hard surface, but his words made you clench around his dick like a vise.

Tecchou’s free hand came up to smack your ass. You jolted forward from the harsh impact, letting out a loud moan in the process. “Oh? So you also like it when I do… this.” He landed another harsh slap to your ass, and the flesh began to sting as he did it again, and again. You were whining and drooling into the desk, pushing your ass back into him to meet his thrusts and his harsh lashings. You loved every second of this, and you could tell Tecchou was enjoying it just as much if not more. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Are you that desperate for me to cum inside of you? What a fucking slut you are. Well? What are you waiting for? Come on whore, gush all over my cock.”

With that, the coil within you snapped. You whined out as your orgasm crashed over you. You were pulsing and clenching around his dick so vigorously. The man above you let out a moan of his own as he felt your arousal completely coat his dick. You came all over his cock, some of it even slipped out of your used hole and down your thighs. “Good fucking whore. Take all of my cum, don’t fucking waste any of it.” Tecchou groaned out before his hips stilled.

He plunged himself all the way to the hilt inside of you. His twitching balls kissed the underside of your pussy as he emptied his load into you. You whimpered at the delicious feeling of him painting your walls white. After the last ropes of his cum dribbled out past his slit and into your messy cunt, he pulled out. His seed and your arousal slipped out the second he did so. It trickled down your thighs, and to the desk below as you struggled to catch your breath. You were so drained from everything that just transpired, but it felt so fucking good. Hopefully, this was enough to relieve your boyfriend’s frustrations. “I told you not to waste any…”

Tecchou whispered. Bringing his deft digits up to swipe his abandoned cum onto his fingers. He slowly fucked his seed back into your weeping pussy with his lithe digits. You couldn’t help the whine that slipped past your lips as he did so. His eyes were glued to the sight of his messy fingers disappearing in and out of your used hole. After a few moments more, he slowly retracted his fingers. Satisfied that not a single drop was truly wasted, thanks to him.

You must have passed out from sheer pleasure and exhaustion because the next thing you remember is waking up. You were in bed now, bare and completely entangled within Tecchou’s arms. The sun was now seeping past the curtains as your boyfriend slowly came to. “Angel, are you awake?” Ah, there’s your sweet Suehiro that you know and love. He slowly tilted his head down to get a clear view of your face, he was coyly smiling down at you. He brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek lovingly. “Hiro... what time is it? I don’t remember falling asleep last night.”

Tecchou averted his gaze from your own, his cheeks were becoming a deep shade of red as the seconds passed. “It’s ten in the morning. You passed out last night after I…” He trailed off, the feeling of you staring at his face made him feel so flustered all of the sudden. He quickly turned his head to the side burying his face into the soft pillows. You giggled at his adorable reaction, pulling your hand up to play with the messy tufts of his hair. “Suehiro, It’s okay baby. I told you to take your frustrations out on me last night, and I enjoyed it. I promise.” He slowly turned his face away from the pillow. Gazing up at you with the cutest expression imaginable.

“But… I was so mean to you, and I called you such… dirty names.” He gave you a small pout, bringing his eyes down once more. Looking at anything but your amused face. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit more to yourself. You brought both of your hands down to cup his face, pulling him out of the pillows so he had no choice but to look at you. “Hiro, It’s okay! I thought it was hot, why are you getting all shy on me baby?” You spoke between giggles as you brought your face closer to his. He puffed up his cheeks, averting his gaze once more before he spoke up. “As long as you’re okay. I love you, angel, thank you for helping me out last night.”

You pulled him in for a big kiss, tilting his head with the grip you had on his face to deepen it. You caressed the three little markings under his left eye as you pulled back to catch your breath a few minutes later. “Let me run you a bath, okay angel?” Tecchou whispered. His breath fanned over your lips as you two shared the same air for a few moments longer. “That sounds wonderful Suehiro, why don’t we bathe together?” You beamed up at him as you both rose from the plush mattress. He gave you a wide smile, showing off his gorgeous pearly whites as he nodded in response.

Tecchou crawled out of bed, waiting for you to follow in his actions. You climbed over to the edge of the bed as Tecchou now stood in front of you. Your legs buckled the second you stepped foot on the cool hardwood floor. Tecchou was on you in a second, he grasped your waist tightly. Pulling you in towards his sturdy chest for support. “I guess my legs are still sore.” You laughed out, bringing your hands up to seize his broad shoulders. Tecchou just frowned down at you. He felt so guilty, if he wasn’t so rough with you last night you wouldn’t have a problem standing right now.

“Angel… this is all my fault. Here, let me carry you.” And with that, Tecchou scooped you up into his arms. You instinctively wrapped yourself around his neck as he held you bridal style. You always loved it when he carried you around like this. “I should let you do that more often Hiro! I like it when you treat me like a princess.” You were only teasing him, but his face flushed deeper at your words. His blush spread all the way past his chest before he spoke up once more.

“I love you, y/n. Now let’s get that bath going. A certain princess needs their legs massaged.”

huge thank you to win @win-writes and that one anon for this wonderful idea. feral tecchou really does something to me idk!

(listen to 'treat me like a slut' by kim petras while reading, trust me on this)

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[the-fluff-piece]

Tropetember 1

Short ZoSan enemies to lovers

In which Sanji has some unsettling feelings as he feeds a sick Zoro

continues on tropetember day 3

And day 11

"What the fuck happened back there" Sanji repeated his question once again and Zoro got bitchy away - once again.

"Nothing, are you deaf?" His eyes became hostile slits. But he barely managed to turn his head.

Looking so broken and helpless, Sanji couldn't really drum up the anger he was used to. He had woken up after losing to Kuma on Thriller Bark. When he stumbled through the rubble of the fight, only the swordsman was left standing, insisting that nothing had happened.

"I feel...completely fine..." Zoro said through gritted teeth, clearly in pain. The bowl with food Sanji had made was untouched. No wonder, Zoro couldn't lift his arms.

"Jeez, you're really annoying" Sanji put out his cigarette and propped Zoro's mossy green head up against his lap and tried to feed him with the spoon.

Without the strength to fight back, the huge man felt frail and soft, laying limp and helpless in his arms.

"Open up, you need strength, Idiot." Sanji moved the spoon closer to Zoro's mouth and he reluctantly opened it, swallowing the warm broth Sanji had cooked.

"Mhm, good stuff" Zoro said with his mouth full and became docile as a lamb, letting Sanji slowly give him more.

The warm stew brought a light blush to Zoro's cheeks, accentuating his golden, tan skim even more. Sanji caught himself staring for a moment there.

He always liked taking care of others and wished he could help his comrade more, although the slight smile playing around Zoro's mouth was telling him that he already felt better. It was infectious, and Sanji had to smile, too.

A warm fuzzy feeling expanded in Sanji's chest, a perfect moment. Only too late did his brain inform him that there was a dude on his lap, not a pretty girl.

Sanji froze, shocked by his own reaction. The spoon in his hand stopped an inch from Zoro's mouth.

"Oi cook, I'm not done yet" Zoro stretched his tongue to get to the spoon.

A wicked, long tongue that made Sanji wonder what the swordsman could do with it - no! Sanji forced the thoughts out and realised that he was staring with an open mouth.

Once again shocked, he more than roughly shoved the spoon inside his comrade's mouth. His mind was racing with thoughts and feelings he couldn't bear.

"I...I got things to do" Sanji said as he hastily put Zoro's head back to the cushion and set the bowl down.

"Hey, what's that now?" Zoro protested, "hey, some back!"

"I'll tell Chopper to look after you" Sanji scrambled away, trying to fight the warm feeling in his chest and the dirty thoughts in his mind.

Finally for himself, Sanji clutched his chest with both hands, his heart was beating like crazy, his palms were sweaty. Thinking about green hair, blue eyes and a beautiful mouth.

"Fuck" He cursed to himself.

"This isn't happening"

But it is my sweet Sanji! It is happening, and it will continue through the month of tropetember.

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[britcision]

Happy WIP Wednesday friends! Not a huge deal for you today, but I figured I’d drop the Flashback and give you the last piece in the “Bruce Puts His Head In His Butt” for the night!

(Bruce is tranq’ed by Alfred minutes after the call ends and is put to bed. In my heart. He might actually walk himself up but we all know it’s Alfred’s glare that makes it happen)

Just a taste of chapter 14 of Dead and Loving It, you can find the fic on AO3 or from my pinned post which is the latest chapter, but links to the first and all subsequent chapters are in each post!

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence

Jason was actually on his way to bed on time for once in his life, the early end to patrol and lack of crime lord duties giving him a chance to get a full five hours sleep.

He should have known he wouldn’t get lucky two nights in a row; Constantine wasn’t around to distract Bruce anymore.

He’d contemplated not answering. Contemplated trying not to shoot Bruce in half an hour if the fucker showed up at his window.

The pit growled.

It was the worst thing he’d ever heard. The worst thing he’d ever felt. And he did feel it, vibrating in his very bones.

It sent shivers creeping up and down, muscles tensing as if to run away from something inside him.

He answered the call, hoping it wouldn’t show in his voice.

“What.” Flat, unfriendly. Not encouraging conversation.

“You didn’t come to the cave.” B’s voice was equally flat, but in his case it sounded like a condemnation. An accusation.

Jason gritted his teeth.

“I have shit to do in the morning. Make it quick,” he snapped, giving his bed a glare it definitely didn’t deserve.

His pillows had never done anything to hurt him.

There was a momentary pause before B audibly decided not to push it.

Good.

Jason was in a mood to bite.

“We have intel on the Infinite Realms. I’ve sent the report. You need to stay away from Danny Fenton, for your health,” B said, still cold, still clinical.

Like he didn’t care. Like what Jason wanted didn’t matter.

Jason’s grip tightened and the phone case cracked.

“Yeah, no. Fuck off.” He spat the words, adding “get new phone” to his list of chores for the morning.

He’d been doing so well with this one. Of course Bruce had to ruin it.

At least the old man didn’t seem surprised by his reaction.

“Jason. It… he. His abilities may affect your condition,” he said slowly, sounding tired. Old.

The pit snarled, sensing weakness, and Jason kinda wished he was still lost in its rage. Back when he was, it was easy just to hate those moments.

B showing signs of humanity fucking hurt.

“He is. He’s making it better,” he shot back, brooking no argument.

“We don’t know that, Jason. Please, just… just for a few days. Until we can talk to the League, understand what he’s doing to you.”

Was.

Was that Bruce begging?

It froze something small and soft in Jason’s chest, stuck him in place. And did nothing to stop the flood of icy rage from filling him up.

Filling his chest, crushing his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Because of course, anyone and everyone else’s judgement was worth more to the man than Jason’s.

Begging Jason to listen to him, when he would never, ever, fucking ever listen to Jason. When it didn’t fucking matter if Jason begged.

“And why the fuck would the League know better than a doctor from the Realms?” He finally snapped, ignoring the way his throat tightened.

There was a long silence.

“A doctor?” Bruce asked softly, his voice still so flat and emotionless that only his kids could have read the confusion. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Danny brought me to a doctor. I’m gonna be fine,” he ground out reluctantly, part of him resenting Bruce’s constant insistence on knowing everything.

But… well. If it got the guy off his fucking back.

There was a long silence, one that Jason was fully aware B was likely spending working this new information into his latest paranoid fantasy.

Jason seriously considered just hanging up and going to bed. He was about to do it when Bruce spoke again.

“Would this doctor be willing to speak to the League?” And there it was again, Batman voice, clinical and distant and always, always fucking suspicious.

Jason rolled his eyes harder. With emphasis. Willing to be interrogated by first the Justice League and then separately also goddamn Batman.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure B wouldn’t get anywhere with Frostbite. Frostbite took his work seriously and was, yeah, king of a full realm of yetis.

None of Bruce’s pointed silences, menacing looming, or vague growls would bug the guy who got Danny through Fucked Up Ghost Puberty.

(And would probably be helping Jason through his own Fucked Up Ghost Puberty… joy of joys.)

It might actually be fun to see him try. If just being here wouldn’t put Frostbite in danger, because hell fucking no that wasn’t happening. The guy may not be his king but Jason would still die first.

But of course, in all his paranoid bullshit about the Realms influencing Gotham, B had somehow conveniently missed what America was doing to the Realms.

Like Jason hadn’t even done the full write up.

“Not while the fucking League are required to hand him right to the US government for torture and experimentation. Which, by the way, did you read my report on the Anti Ecto Acts?” Jason asked sarcastically, doing his very worst fake concern.

And again he was met with silence. Fuck, maybe Bruce hadn’t read it. Jason had dropped it in the day before all this gala bullshit had started, and it had been a busy two days since.

Maybe B deadass hadn’t put the pieces together. Might as well hammer it home for him.

“You know, the one that says you, me, Cass, and Damian are all non-sentient because we’ve been exposed to the pits?” Jason added, eyes narrowing.

Which wasn’t technically true, since it was the resulting liminality and ability to process ectoplasm that made them count, but Bruce didn’t need to know that yet.

Finally he spoke again, voice gruff and clipped.

“I’m looking into it. But for now, Jason, please-” he said again, the cover of Batman beginning to slip.

But Jason was done. No fucking chance Bruce was giving him orders when he hadn’t even bothered asking for Jason’s opinion.

He wanted to spout off about dangers of the Infinite Realms after talking to some wet paper bag of a man who hawked his soul like it was a pokemon card. Hard pass.

And even after hearing that Jason knew what was going on a damn sight better than Bruce did, he still wanted to push him around?

Fuck that.

“Sorry B, legally non-sentient, guess I can’t be blamed for my actions,” he drawled, then turned his phone off and dropped into bed.

He had a lot of shit to do before picking Danny up in the morning.

——————-

Jason will be using “legally non-sentient” as an excuse long after the laws themselves are repealed, and just you fucking wait until Damian hears he can try it too 😏

Sorry Bruce, Damian can’t socialize today, he’s legally non-sentient and can’t be blamed if he bites someone

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#danny fenton dead and loving it #dp x dc #wip wednesday #chapter 14 for sure this time #probably #tentative title: a good excuse to be a bad influence #just a lil snack of angst from jason and bruce #the thing about requests is that sometimes the answer is ‘no’ #and you have to just accept that #bruce may have forgotten harley is still in town but I HAVE NOT 😈😈😈 #harley ain’t vlad we remember she exists

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober #13: Size Kink

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aurora/Mountain

Summary: Aurora knows what she wants, and what she wants is Mountain.

Contains: Riding, Aurora and Mountain both being super into the other's size, and a stomach bulge

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Rory, princess, fuck, slow down," Mountain wheezes, unable to tear his eyes away from where her cunt is swallowing him whole. "You are going to hurt yourself, shit."

Aurora pauses, tilting her head at him. She leans forward to brace herself on him, a tiny hand on each pec. "I appreciate the concern, Mounty," she hums, and he can tell she means it. "But I know what I can take."

Mountain throws his head back into the pillows, chewing hard at his lower lip as she continues to take him. He can't look at her or this will be over way too soon; the littlest member of his pack taking his cock while hardly breaking a sweat is affecting him way more than he thought it would. Her brow is furrowed, face focused as she wills her body to relax and accept the intrusion.

Aurora freezes, her breath hitching as she sits down fully on Mountain's hips. "You're huge," she pants, pushing her bubblegum pink hair off of her damp forehead. "Fuck, Mounty, I can feel your fucking pulse."

Mountain grunts, feeling his dick kick against her inner walls. "You can't just say that," he says through gritted teeth. His claws are snagged in the sheets as he tries to hold on to something, to focus on something that isn't how tight Aurora is around his cock.

Aurora throws her head back, breathing deeply through her nose. "Well, it's true," she moans, slipping a dainty hand down to where they meet, rubbing soft circles on her clit. "You're stretching me out so good, shit."

"So fucking little, princess, how do I even fit?" Mountain says. "Tell me when you're ready to move, alright?"

Aurora laughs, a breathless little chuckle that makes Mountain's heart sing as she shakes her head. She wipes the sweat from her brow. "Do you wanna plant your feet?" She asks, leaning down to press her forehead to Mountain's sternum, listening to his racing pulse. "Wanna lean back while I ride you, gimme something to brace myself on."

Mountain groans, the sound rumbling through her like a rockslide. He plants his feet, doing as his princess asked, and Aurora pushes herself up, resting her back against Mountain's thighs as she begins to grind her hips.

"Fuck," she breathes, eyes squeezed shut as her clit brushes against his pubic bone. "Fuck, so full of you."

Mountain can't stop his hips from bucking up, and she squeals as he hits something absolutely devastating deep inside of her. His hand flies up to his mouth, biting down hard on it. The sharp pain and the bright iron taste that floods his senses is enough to distract him from the tight squeeze of her cunt around him.

She goes to rise up on her knees, to start riding him properly, but her thighs shake like branches in a windstorm, and she sinks back down. Aurora whines, throwing her head back. "Mount, please help," she whispers. "I may or may not have bitten off a little more than I can chew."

Mountain swallows his growing desperation, reaching up to cup her face, ignoring the traitorous twitch his cock gives when he sees just how big his hand looks against her head. "You okay, princess?" he asks, smoothing his thumb over her flushed cheek.

She swallows and nods, leaning into his hand and kissing his palm. "I'm good, I am really enjoying this," Aurora whispers, eyes fluttering shut. "Just need a little help. I mean it, Mounty, you're fucking huge."

Mountain chuckles, scooting them up further up the bed so he can prop himself a little more upright. "I'm glad you're still alright. I need you to tell me the moment that changes, okay, princess?"

She nods, moaning softly as the angle changes. Mountain caresses her cheek one more time before bringing both of his hands down to hold her waist gently. "Gonna help you ride me now, princess," he warns, stroking his thumbs against her stomach. He tries to ignore the way his fingers touch against the small of her back.

Aurora whines, hair falling into her face. "Yes, Mounty, please," she says, bracing herself on his knees.

Mountain smiles warmly at her, dragging her slowly up and down his cock. "Shit," he growls, watching her pretty eyes roll back into her skull at the drag. "I've got you, Rory, just enjoy it. You're so small, princess. My hands wrap all the way around your tiny little waist."

She keens, hips jolting as he pushes and pulls her at his whim. It's an easy, gentle pace, but his cock hits every sensitive spot inside of her. "Mounty," she whines, scrabbling at his knees to try and hold on.

"You're okay, sweetheart," Mountain coos, watching her face intently, ready to stop the moment she even begins to look uncomfortable. "Nice and slow. I've got you, just feel good for me. You're so tight, princess."

Aurora's head droops, and she makes a noise like she's been shot as she touches her stomach. Mountain doesn't know what she sees, but feels lightening race up his spine as her cunt clenches hard. "Princess?" he asks, pausing the manhandling, afraid more than anything that he's hurt her. "Princess, what's wrong?"

She looks up at him, eyes wild and lip bitten. "Mounty, I can feel you," she whines.

He grins fondly. "Yeah, I can feel you too," he says, thumb smoothing over her hipbone. "So tight around me."

"No, Mountain," she says, eye contact intense. "I can feel you." She grabs one of his hands, moving it so the flat of his palm rests against her stomach, just above her pubic mound.

Mountain feels the world spin. There's a bulge in her stomach, and when his cock twitches at the thought, he can feel it kick through her skin. "Fuck," he groans, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood. "Rory, please tell me you're close, fuck. That is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen, princess."

She nods, whining in agreement. "Very close, just need a little-" she cuts herself off with a moan, high and reedy.

"Can I fuck up into you?" Mountain asks, voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt you, Rory."

"Fuck me," she nearly growls. "Want it so bad, Mountain, fuck me."

"As you wish, princess," Mountain groans, pistoning his hips up into her. She wails, reaching down to play with her clit again.

"Mounty, gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck," she cries, slumping back against his thighs as he fucks up into her, his dick hitting every sensitive spot inside of her as she frantically rubs her clit.

"Do it, princess, cum with me," he groans, watching her lose her mind on top of him.

Aurora nods, mouth falling open in a silent scream as she cums, needing nothing more than his permission. She spasms, thrashing against his hands as her cunt squeezes down almost painfully around his cock.

It's enough to send Mountain over his own peak, biting his lip so hard his fangs nearly pierce through it as he cums deep inside of her, his vision whiting out for a solid five seconds. "Fuck, Aurora," he moans, licking his bleeding lip. The ghoulette pants on top of him, head tilted back to bare the column of her throat. He reaches up and smooths her hair out of her face. "Are you alright, princess?"

She nods, laughing. "Unholy shit," she giggles. "Don't think I've ever cum that hard before."

"Neither do I," Mountain smiles fondly, running his fingers through her sweaty hair. "You want off? Assuming your thighs still aren't cooperating."

"That'd be nice," she sighs. Mountain nods, pulling her slowly off of his cock, both ghouls groaning at the oversensitivity. He cradles her to his chest, still running his fingers through her hair. "Thank you, Mounty," she whispers, staring up at him with wide green blue eyes. "Can't wait to do it again. How long until you can go again?"

Mountain lets his head fall back against the pillows, laughing incredulously. "I've created a monster," he teases. "You're worse than Dew, I swear."

"You love it," Aurora croons, nudging her opalescent horns against Mountain's curled ram horns.

He sighs, looking at her like she hung the moon. "Yeah, I do."

#man every time i remember aurora is my height my brain shuts down #ghostober #the band ghost #kinktober 2023 #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #dot's writing #the band ghost fanfiction

[saninthebuilding]

"i got you" - bakugou

summary: life is shit. but there's bakugou

word count: 1k

warnings: swearing, emotions (ew), angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, self-deprecating thoughts, rough head-space, mental health issues (?), pre-established relationship

a/n: self-indulgent late night drabble bc i am so tired. in need of editing, which will be done later. i just needed this right now.

a/n 2.0: edited!

hope you enjoy it <3

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i could feel it getting worse again.

the slow pull of life weighing me down as the days went by. it started with not feeling as hungry as i normally would- and i was a foodie, so that was a huge red flag. of course, me being me, i ignored it, excusing that feeling for feeling full from previous meals. then it progressed into me not enjoying my everyday hobbies, like drawing and reading. and now it has gotten really bad, because i was unable to summon the energy to do simple daily tasks, like getting out of bed.

i was slipping.

lying down with my head on my pillow, i stared up at the ceiling, my mind blank.

why did i come up here again?

i didn't know.

i didn't know anything anymore.

what the hell was i doing?

shaking my head, trying to get my thoughts in order, i forced myself to focus. to pay attention to the colour of the ceiling. to acknowledge how soft my bed was beneath me. to breathe.

since when was that so hard?

my phone rang from somewhere beside me, but i ignored it. i had no wish to reach over to grab it, just to entertain whoever was on the other end of the line.

hell, i couldn't even entertain myself anymore.

but it rang again.

and then again.

and again.

groaning, i rolled over and snatched it up from the folds in my sheets, only to put it on silent and shove it away from me.

finally.

falling back onto my pillow, i let out a heavy exhale, feeling my back press into the mattress beneath me. my chest rose and fell in time with my deep breaths, and i closed my eyes.

oh right. i was trying to go to sleep.

letting out a harsh laugh that lacked true amusement to an empty room, i turned onto my side, placing my hand under my cheek

this week had been hell.

my parents had been chewing me out for something stupid that i'd done a week ago. i had no clue what it was, probably something i said when i wasn't paying attention.

you never pay attention.

my teacher was on my ass about getting an oral presentation done, even though she knew i had some form of anxiety when it came to public speaking.

you can't even talk to people properly? pathetic.

and worst of all, i had been slacking in hero training these few days. it was clear the lack of food, sleep and overall energy was catching up to me.

useless.

gritting my teeth, i closed my eyes in an attempt to get rid of the constant stream of self-deprecating thoughts in my head.

if i really tried, maybe i could get better.

if i wanted it bad enough, i could be happy again.

could i?

because i was just so tired.

so fucking tired.

of everything.

sleeping for the rest of my life sounds nice.

a knock at my window jolted me upright, my vision blurring for a split second due to the sudden movement. i spun toward the noise, only to see a spiky-haired blonde crouched on my windowsill, glaring at me through the glass with angry red eyes.

shit. what's he doing here?

bakugou kept glaring at me, his gaze practically screaming all the things he would do to me if i didn't open the fucking window. reluctantly, i forced myself to my feet, swaying a little as i walked over to open the window.

"to what do i owe the pleasure?" i asked, putting on a teasing tone.

bakugou saw right through it.

"cut it out and let me in," he grumbled as he jumped down from the ledge and into my room. "you let yourself in" i muttered, but shut the window behind him nonetheless.

"why did you ignore my calls?" he asked, the irritation he was feeling making itself known through his voice.

"i was sleeping" i said, the lie coming easily. or trying to.

he rolled his eyes, turning away from me, but stopped short. he took one look around my room, assessing the messy bed, my training clothes dumped unceremoniously on the floor, and my homework spread out haphazardly on my desk, and before turning to me.

surprisingly, his gaze was soft, prior annoyance forgotten.

"what the fuck is going on?" he asked quietly.

and it was those words that undid me.

i felt everything i'd been pushing down come rushing up, and i only managed to take two steps towards my bed before collapsing to the floor.

bakugou caught me before i hit the ground.

"oi, oi" he breathed, his arms wrapped around my upper body in an attempt to keep me upright- "what the fuck happened?"

i buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling the scent of slightly burned caramel that seemed to follow him wherever he went, and felt tears beginning to stream down my face.

i was crying. great.

he guided me to sit on the bed, before leaning back against the headboard with me. without question, he pulled the covers over the both of us, before holding me close, and letting me cry.

the silence in my room was almost deafening, save for my muffled sniffling due to his black tank top. i could feel his biceps under my arms, and his chest firm against my hands.

screw him for having his muscles out at this ungodly hour.

"you know," he said after a while, "you could have told me. i would have come here long before it got like this."

trying hard not to hiccup, i shook my head from where i lay on his chest. "no, i-"

"don't be stubborn with me" bakugou groused, before shifting so he could look down at me, "you wouldn't be bothering me or some shit."

i stared up at him, before turning away.

"i'm sorry."

"shut it. the fuck you sorry for? i got you, alright."

and despite everything, i let myself smile just a little.

"i love you" i whispered.

there was a moment of silence, before he hugged me to his chest and placed a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"i love you too, y/n."

#bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha #mha #fanfiction #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo katuski #bakugou x you #bnha bakugo katsuki #hurt/comfort #i hate it here #i love him so much #bakugou over everything #finally took the time to edit it

[blueicequeen19]

Are you currently talking requests?? I love your work and I was planning to write a fic where Rafe and Y/n are best friends having a small get together/bon fire on the beach with a couple of their friends (more his than hers) and somewhere throughout the booze they start playing truth or dare. It ends up that y/n and Rafe are dared to go skinny dipping in the ocean together and once they get out there they end up fucking and he's like huge on the dirty talk 🙈 lol idk the idea is all over the place and I royally fucked it up when I tried to write it. If you don't mind, just do with it what you can. Thank you!! ❤️

I hope you like this!!!! I was nervous writing it for you lol you’re like my idol! 💛💛💛

Night Swim

“Come on, it’ll be fine. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times!” Rafe taunts as he shimmies out of his polo and swim shorts. It’s true. We’d been best friends since diapers but doesn’t mean I want to get naked with him now—and on the beach.

I swat his arm as he laughs but I reluctantly pull my sundress over my head, the alcohol in my blood giving me a little extra courage. Stupid people and their stupid party games. I could do this. It’s Rafe. He’s the last person I should be embarrassed with.

Rafe slips his boxers off and makes a mad dash for the water. I quickly take off my panties and bra to follow before he gets a chance to turn around and see my nakedness. Just as he’s waist deep in the warm water and turns, I dive under. It’s too dark to see, thank God, so I pop up close to where he was.

“Cheater.” Rafe says, moving towards me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I squeal as his arms wrap around me. I gasp when his erection presses against my leg. “Rafe.” I breathe, letting him pull me into his arms, our bodies pressed tightly together. I’ve never seen him look at me like this before.

“I have to confess something.” Rafe starts, cupping the back of my neck, his pupils blown to the point there’s no blue left in his eyes. “I told Topper to use that dare. It’s the only way I could think to break the ice. To get you like this.”

“Naked and alone?” I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“And wet.” His voice seems to lower and the fire in my belly blazes like no other. I feel his hands slide down my back and he cups my ass, picking me up so I can wrap my legs around him.

“Rafe. Someone could see.” I whisper as his lips hover over mine.

“I don’t care. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I don’t care if everyone in the Outer Banks knows it.” His declaration sparks something inside me and I smash my lips to his, kissing him like he’ll disappear if I don’t. His hand disappears between us and I feel his dick at my entrance. I suck in a breath. I’ve never been with someone this size and I was a little intimidated.

“God, I can feel how wet you are for me.” Rafe groans, rubbing the head against my opening.

“Rafe, I don’t think—.”

“Shh, take a deep breath and relax. You have to let me in.” He kisses me as he works his way inside and I whine against his lips. The burn and stretch is like nothing I’ve ever experienced and I didn’t want it to stop.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Am I the biggest guy you’ve been with?” Rafe grits his teeth and I nod, pinching my eyes shut as he keeps working his way in. Holy shit. Rafe Cameron is inside me.

“I’m gonna wreck your poor pussy.” Rafe states. His dirty talk causing me to clench around him and he groans, fingers digging into my ass as he finally bottoms out.

“Is it in yet?” I blurt and he chuckles, kissing my neck as he rolls his hips.

“Does it feel in?”

“It’s so deep. So.. thick.” I pant, meeting his hips as I roll my own. I desperately needed to move too. “Fuck me, Rafe. Please.”

“Fuck, don’t do that. This will be over before I’ve even started.” Rafe grips my hips, helping me ride him and heat soars through my body. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I’m so full. Rafe turns, putting his back to the beach to shield me from anyone view.

“Jesus, Rafe. You’re fucking me. I can’t believe this.” I rasp, kissing his lips over and over again even as he smiles.

“Does it feel good? Do you like having me inside you?” Rafe gasps when I roll my hips into him, feeling him even deeper than before.

“Yes. Oh, God, I’m close.” My head tips back as he helps bounce me harder, his teeth nibbling on my chin.

“Don’t cum yet. Wait for me.” Rafe pleads and I blink up at the stars as my body erupts with tingles from my spine down to my toes. I couldn’t hold off. It was too much. “Rafeeeeeeeee.” My body tightened around him, my arms around his neck were probably cutting off his air but I couldn’t stop. He seemed to swell inside me, causing a domino effect. I cried out just as he yelled like he was in pain, our bodies working with each other to chase the amazing feeling of our climax.

We slowed to a stop and I was still wrapped around him like a hug, trying to catch my breath as his hands caressed my back. I pulled back to look at him, watching the sweat drip down his brow, his swollen lips parted and so welcoming.

“Well, this changes things.”

#rafecameron #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #outer banks x reader #outer banks fanfiction #obx smut

[kiss-seokjin]

My Time, Our Time

Synopsis: Your V-card will be lost one way or another, why not lose it together with your boyfriend of two years?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre/ au: smut, fluff, established relationship, university au, pwp

Rating: 18+

Word count: 656

Warnings: Loss of virginity

Smut warnings: Missionary, protected sex, grinding, making out, groping, aftercare, big dick Jungkook

Ty @mimikookie for beta-ing for me!

You eagerly push Jungkook onto the mattress. He smiles as you climb on top of him. Straddling Jungkook, you grind into him. Your lips press against one another as your hands roam each other’s bodies. While he is some months younger than you, you’re still both the same age – twenty. For a split second you get a flashback of when you first met: two years ago in one of your gen ed classes. His bright doe eyes and bunny smile lighting up when you both realized you shared multiple classes together.

The feeling of his growing member pressing against your core makes you feel more needy. As your hips sway into his, your lips pry each other open, tongues meeting. You eagerly unbutton his shirt, yanking it off as quickly as you can and throwing it aside. You slide off your shirt and hastily undo your bra. Throwing them aside, Jungkook sees your bare chest for the first time. His hands grope your breasts, his eyes open in an odd fascination.

Soon his member bulges in his pants and Jungkook groans.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he mutters.

“Ready?” you ask and he eagerly nods. You roll off him, allowing him to get up. As you remove your pants and panties, Jungkook finishes undressing and grabs a condom. He removes the package and puts it on. When he looks up, he sees you on the bed, legs spread, your pussy open in full glory. He groans at the sight as you eye his girth. It’s huge, you think to yourself.

Jungkook walks over and climbs onto the bed. Crawling between your legs, he positions himself above you. You wrap your arms around his back as he holds your hips, placing his cock at your entrance.

He looks at you with his doe eyes, now dark from desire, asking one last time for permission. You softly nod and he presses into you. You grit your teeth as you feel your walls expand for the first time. Jungkook coos at you, kissing your lips as he stops part way in, allowing you to adjust. It’s all so much.

Your walls slowly loosen up as you relax, so Jungkook pushes deeper gradually. Inch by inch, he slides into you - slowly filling you up. Finally, he’s fully inside you, letting you adjust once again. 

You sigh, easing into his touch. It’s not like what you expected at all.

Once you're ready, you nod at him again. Jungkook pulls out halfway before thrusting back into you. His thrusts are soft and gentle, slowly making the bed bounce. Jungkook whimpers as he thrusts, feeling your walls suck his cock as he goes back into you.

His balls graze you, catching you off guard as the bed creaks. You moan, your pleasure slowly building. You softly smile while Jungkook glides into you, gasping when he grazes your cervix.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you mutter without thinking. His face lights up a bit at that and he slightly picks up pace.

He continues to thrust at this speed, but not for long as his hips shake and buckle. He gives one final deep thrust before cumming. He groans in pleasure and you wrap your legs around his waist. You grind against him to ride him through it.

When he’s done, you let go of him as he slides out, plopping next to you. You cuddle up next to him, mostly satisfied but wishing you could have come too.

“Can I top next time?” you ask.

“Sure,” Jungkook replies, a soft smile coming across his face. He gently kisses you, lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Aish!”

Jungkook smothers your faces and neck with kisses as you squirm in delight. You love him so much.

As he pulls away, he flashes his bunny grin. 

“Want to wash off together?” Jungkook asks.

“I’d love to koo,” you reply, smiling back.

#micdropnet #bangtantheatrenet #kbookshelf #52hertz #btswritersclub #bts #fanfic #jungkook #smut #fluff #established relationship

[akiyamanemu]

🍼.Gun & Goo on a nanny day:

As those huge, bright eyes glared at JongGun, he reflected on the decisions he had made during his life that had led him to this point, babysitting the daughter of his once favorite Jang Hyun, but the worst part of it was that JoonGoo was there to help. It looked like a comedy scene, two gangsters and a baby.

-Gun you don't think she shit herself? Goo was sitting in the living room peeling some potatoes for dinner, he was talking nonstop.

-Uh? Gun lifted Yenna with one hand sniffing all over the baby like a bloodhound. -Don't say "she shit herself", and she's fresh!

-Then maybe you should feed her! Goo went into the kitchen to get the bottle, he seemed to be putting a little too much effort into taking care of Yenna.

In a second Gun's sunglasses were in Yenna's hands, she smeared the glasses with saliva and shook them in the air, Gun looked around looking for something for the little girl to play with but he didn't see anything that could serve as a toy for a child , Gun cursed wondering why the hell Jang Hyun hadn't prepared a bag with Yenna's things before sending her there.

-Your dad is being very negligent little princess, it looks like uncle is going to have to take you shopping...

-Are you going out with the baby? Goo asked, heading out of the kitchen.

-We're going out with the baby! Gun smiled at Yenna, settling her in his arms as he grabbed his wallet and keys to leave.

-Why do I have to go?! Goo grumbled taking off his apron.

-You live in these housewife stores, you're going to help me buy things for Yenna! Gun shrugged putting the frilly sunglasses on his face.

-But my soup is boiling... Goo was muttering at the kitchen door, he wasn't in the mood to leave.

-Fuck your soup... I mean, leave the soup for later... Gun clears his throat looking at Yenna, the baby didn't care about their fights, she seemed more interested in chewing Jong Gun's expensive coat.

The three drove to an expensive mall in the area. Out of nowhere Gun had become a mother ready to spend every last penny on her baby, he went to brand stores buying expensive dresses, shoes, he had gone to the mall to buy a bottle and some toys.

-I think it's good, right Yenna?! Goo said as he adjusted the bags in his arms.

-Not! Gun smiled at Yenna as he pushed the baby stroller he had just bought, extremely expensive.-I want to buy her some hairpins!

-But didn't you buy some at Dior? Goo snorted, he could feel his arms surrounded by bag straps burning.

-Yes, so what? Gun lowered his sunglasses, frowning.

-Your favoritism over Jang Hyun is no joke. Goo mocked being ignored by Gun who used some teddy bears to entertain Yenna, her laughter echoed around while she had fun with her new uncle.

At the end of the day Gun and Yenna ate ice cream while Goo struggled to find a taxi or something to take them home with so many bags. Gun acted like the perfect uncle, or rather he was ready to spoil that child by spoiling her with all the good and the best whenever she smiled or laughed, Gun didn't understand what he felt when he saw those huge eyes shining when they looked at him, because he was always scary and intimidating to everyone, in his mind maybe Yenna was strong and brave enough to be his successor.

-Hey, you crazy man, stop raving, this child will still take a long time to be old enough to start illegal businesses! He said through gritted teeth drawing Gun's attention to the taxi that was waiting for them.

So they went back to Gun's house where Jang Hyun was waiting anxiously at the door wondering what had happened to his daughter, only to see her covered in extremely expensive and luxurious things with her face full of ice cream.

[I hope you like it, someone asked in the comments, I wrote it and forgot to post it lol]

[For me Gun must be really good with kids, even with his bad personality, so I couldn't pass it up]

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[lemidnightlitterareur]

“I suppose you’re wondering why I invited you here,” Gortash said as he poured the wine, offering a glass to his guest.

“ Well, yes. Of course I'm curious ” Leah replied, taking the drink and crossing her legs, “If it was Guild business it would have been my mother you had bundled into a carriage in the middle of the night and by now you would not be breathing and Nine Fingers Keene would be walking out of here with wet blades.” She took a breath and a sip of the fine red she had been served before she continued. “You want something done off the books. Don’t you, Enver?”

Gortash held out his arms wide, “You have me!” He smiled, “ But I very much doubt you can guess the topic of our conversation.” He pulled up a chair opposite Leah and made himself comfortable.

“No. Because I'm not a mind reader, mate.” She sat back in her chair, levelling her gaze at the man in front of her. Her face was carefully blank as she waited for the negotiations to begin.

“I want to have your mother assassinated and install you as the new Underduke.” He stated, plainly as if it were nothing. His eyes narrowed behind steepled fingers as he waited for her reaction.

“I’m sorry, what?” She placed her glass down on the side table carefully. “What the fuck - did you just say?”

“I have big plans for Baldur’s Gate. Huge. And I need someone I can rely on at the helm of the Thieves Guild. I think that someone is, you”

Leah's mind was in full on flight mode. Working out her exit strategy as she stalled for time. “Me? Why me? And why do you think I'd let you kill my mother?”

“Several reasons actually. Chiefly - this: She had that masked bean counter Uktar break your poor little heart. Even made him choose. Between you his “love” and his position in the Guild. Didn’t even have to threaten to break his legs. She showed you his true colours and you hated her for it. So why continue to do her bidding? Take away the only thing she truly cares about, the Guild. An eye for an eye, Leah.”

“What’s the point if she's dead?” Leah tapped her nails on the carved arm of the chair, “If - and only IF mind you, id want her alive to see me take it apart bit by bit, everything she's built, crumbling into dust.” She spoke through gritted teeth, her mind racing. There was no way she was leaving this room alive if she refused. No guarantee if she agreed either. She knew the bastard fancied her. The few times that they had met he had made it more than obvious. Even now he undressed her with his eyes.

“I'm sure if we put our heads together we can come up with something that will benefit us both,” he sat forward on his chair, leaning towards her.

So she mirrored his movements, held his eye contact. Flirted a little. If there was one thing men like him were willing to believe it was what they wished to be true.

Sometimes when you want to get out of a room in one piece you have to use what you’ve got and of course there is no harm in enjoying it - once you get past the ick.

Leah's cheek pressed into the polished gloss of the solid wooden desktop. Grunting through gritted teeth as Enver Gortash roughly pulled down her leathers, revealing her bare skin. She felt his gloved hands caressing her, parting her. Gasping quietly as he stared at his prize. His thumb brushed over her tight little arsehole with reverence, down past her wet, waiting core and rubbed her clit until she began to mewl and shiver. Leah groaned with disappointment when he stopped and received a hearty chuckle in response.

“Patience, darling.” He cautioned, smugly. “All good things come to those who wait.”

Gortash folded her arms behind her back and held her wrists together tightly. The thrill of seeing her like this was almost enough to end him right there. To empty himself in his trousers like an excitable young boy. He took a deep breath, centering himself. Controlling himself.

He slowly entered her with a long groan, savouring her tight heat when he bottomed out inside her. “My darling, you are exquisite.” He breathed, tightening his grip on her small wrists. When he started to move he made long, slow thrusts. Taking his sweet time now he finally had her. Exalting on each stroke when he filled her completely. Her moans of pleasure filled his chest with pride, that his cock could move her so.

“Please,” she begged, unable to stand such a slow pace, “I need…” she cried out sharply as Envers hand connected with her ass, shocked into silence by the full-on slap she had just received. Her eyes wide as he continued on without missing a beat.

“Be good and you will receive everything you desire,” his voice was husky with arousal. “Misbehave and you will receive another one.” The longer Leah stayed silent the harder he drilled into her. Accepting only her moans and wails to spur him on.

Leah's eyes rolled and her mouth hung open, a small puddle of drool gathering on the desk beneath her cheek. An aching storm gathered between her legs as Gortash savagely rearranged her insides. Leah felt his weight shift when her moans intensified. Her wrists were freed and his thick body covered hers pressing her leather wrapped breasts into the desk beneath. His hand snaked beneath her armpit to grip her throat as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, loud wet slaps echoing through the halls of his house.

“You will not come until I tell you to. Is that understood?” He ordered, his mouth on her ear as he pulled back on her neck.

Leah groaned, her face red with effort. Eyes bloodshot. “Mmhhmmm” was all she could manage. His fingers dug into her throat leaving her struggling for breath. Her vision began to narrow, still he pummelled her cunt. Suddenly she was released just when she thought she would die.

“Come for me” he whispered and that's all it took. The dam broke and Leah's body betrayed her. She came - hard. Wave after aching wave radiated from her clit. Surging through her body making her grunt and groan animalistically. Gortash followed her pulling out his cock and shooting his thick load all over her ass with a shuddering groan. Gasping as his come splattered over her.

Leah's emotions almost got the better of her but she managed to hold off her burgeoning tears. The relief of the orgasm coupled with the shame of letting it happen made her feel dirty. The kind that would never wash off. It was almost over. All she had to do now was make it out of the door. Easier said than done.

Leah stayed face down on the desk when she felt Gortash move away. He returned with a warm wet cloth and began to clean up his mess. “You learn quickly,” he praised, “Clever Girl. You can get up now, you're all clean.”

Leah stood, stiff and sore. She pulled up her pants and buckled up her belt. Careful to keep a satisfied smile painted on her face. Relaxed and happy. Appearing in no rush to leave. She walked around the desk casually and picked up her wine glass from the side table, draining it dry and pouring herself another. “Well,” she smiled, “I did not expect that when I accepted your invitation,” she kept up the eye contact as she walked towards him - painfully uncomfortable as it was. “I’ll have to think about your offer, it’s a big decision.”

“Straight back to business,” he said, obviously impressed, “this is why I need you, Leah. Together we can bring Baldur’s Gate to heel. I need you on my side - at my side.” He stepped closer, closing the gap between them. “Join me.”

Leah smiled and placed her hands on his chest, “You know, Enver? I just might. If tonight’s been anything to go by. I think I may just be coming back for more and sooner than you think.” Leah's hand slid down to grab his cock, massaging it gently. She wanted to vomit.

“See?” He breathed, “ You can be such a good girl. You just need a firm hand, Leah.” He stroked her cheek lovingly with the back of his hand, his eyes gazing softly into hers. Gortashs lips parted as he leaned in for a kiss, claiming hers in a passionate embrace. His eyes opened and he stared into a shadowy alcove, a figure waited patiently in the darkness. The gloom only just camouflaged its bright, white scales. How long had they been there?

“Take my carriage,” he said, as he broke the kiss suddenly. “I have something important that needs my urgent attention.”

Leah held his gaze in silence, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise. There was someone behind her. Someone he did not want her to meet. “Good night, then,” she conceded, pointedly giving a little sideways glance in the direction of the interloper.

Gortash tilted his head and smiled indulgently. He took her small hand in his and brushed a soft kiss across her knuckles “Good night.” He watched her intently as she walked away, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Leah!” He called out just before she disappeared out of sight. He waited for her to turn before he spoke again. “I will need to see you again…very soon. I have something very important for us to discuss.”

Leah rounded a corner and left through the kitchens. Her poker face collapsed into a grimace. Sometimes she was disgusted with herself. Why didn’t she just stab him? Instead she let Enver Gortash use her in the worst way possible and practically thanked him for it afterwards. Never had she felt so dirty and embarrassed. Angry and used. “No. I did what I had to do,” she reasoned, tears forming in her eyes, “I had to get out of there alive. Warn everyone what that Son of a Bitch is up to.”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #baldurs gate gortash #enver gortash #gortash smut #smut #fanfiction

[onggi]

Punchdrunk

Lazarus, Arizona. It’s a ruddy red and yellow dustbowl of a town, always full of people coming in and out. It’s less of a home base and more of a stopover, although the same could be said for any of these western nowheres. There’s the saloon, more of a bar for brawling than an upstanding establishment, and there are the townspeople, always slinking around with a chip on their shoulders. No one ever stays for long.

Gerald’s meant to be fast asleep, tucked into a rickety bed frame and pretending he can’t hear the way Morgan thrashes around in the throes of his nightmares. The mattress always squeaks like some dying little creature — a rabbit caught in a trap, maybe. Tonight, though, he’s drunker than a man on the last night of his life, and he’s in the stables with Dogtooth.

God, Dogtooth. His pretty girl. His dark bay beauty with perfectly even white socks like she was born to be a looker. And she rides smooth as anything, the rhythm of her hoofbeats pounding into the dry ground only matched by the racing of Gerald’s heartbeat as he leans forward, reins clutched like the hand of an old friend. She snuffles at his hand softly, lipping at his fingers in search of treats, but he’s got none. Saliva coats his roughened fingers in a thin film.

“Sorry, girl. Ain’t got nothin’ for you tonight,” he murmurs, hand coming up to reach around her thick, muscled neck and delivering two solid pats. He’s not sure if he’s comforting her or if she’s comforting him; he leans his weight on her a little, eyes fluttering shut as he rubs his nose into her mane.

He gets the feeling that Morgan hates it when he drinks. Or not when he drinks, but when he gets drunk, which is a different beast altogether. But sometimes he needs to chase that numb feeling at the bottom of a bottle because it’s the only thing that can set him straight, especially when he’s having thoughts he shouldn’t even be able to imagine. Thoughts that he ought to bury deep down, never to see the light of day.

A joke is one thing. When it stops being a joke — when he starts wanting to act on it — it’s something else. Something not acceptable. And when Gerald had sat at the bar, pink cheeked on whiskey and rum and anything else he could afford to get his hands on, he had looked at Morgan with fuzzy soft eyes and said, “Call me Gerry.”

Morgan had frozen, glass halfway to his lips. His scarred side was hidden in shadow, but his other eye was sharp in the amber light. “C’mon, Fitz. Thought that was only for the ladies?”

Yeah, God. What an embarrassment. Gerald had flushed then, not from the alcohol but from how soft he’d been on Morgan. And the ladies? What fucking ladies, Schmidt? It just felt like one huge joke, is all. The one thing he wanted was right in front of him, and yet he couldn’t just reach out and take it — no, it would have to be stolen moments in the back of the stables, gasping over secret pleasure, or the quiet companionship of a shared room on the road. Never a bed. Never holding hands or, God forbid, kissing in public. Never getting married. Never having a family.

And that’s only if Morgan is interested in picking up what Gerald is foolishly, stupidly putting down, which he isn’t. This shit isn’t the kind of stuff you advertise, but even if it were, there’s no way someone with the easy stoicism and roughened, hardy grit of every cowboy’s wet dream would ever be interested in scrappy, messy Gerald. Besides, he’s been found out before, and it never goes well. Always ends with a beating, if he’s lucky. If he’s not, it’s the shame and the jokes and the demeaning little jabs, the slurs and the propositions because if he’ll do one, he’ll do them all, surely. And it’s not worth messing up what they’ve got, because they’re good now. Schmidt and Fitzpatrick, Fitzpatrick and Schmidt. Partners.

So he’d drunk more than maybe he should’ve and he’d come running to the one place where he feels at home. Not really at home, but the closest thing to it. Dogtooth and the stables and cleaning tack and brushing out her mane and rubbing that white diamond between her eyes.

“Fitz, you gotta get to bed. It’s late.”

Morgan, always being a good partner even when Gerald’s slacking. His gruff voice is more of a monotone than anything else, but Gerald knows him well enough to hear the worry creeping beneath his neutral façade, and damn if that doesn’t piss him off. He doesn’t want to be pitied. He doesn’t even want to be seen right now, not in this fragile moment.

“You gotta stay the fuck outta my business, Schmidt,” he mumbles into Dogtooth’s neck.

Heavy footsteps behind him. Those big, worn boots of his always have such a distinctive sound to them. Heel to toe, tap tap. Morgan gets so close to him that Gerald thinks he can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“You wanna say that again, Fitz? Is that what we’re doin’?” It’s a low rumble, maybe even a little dangerous, and they’re back on even turf now. Gerald knows what he’s doing here.

He sways back, turning to face Morgan with a wild glint in his eye, and there’s good old Schmidt in all his glory, looking for all the world like he’d rather punch Gerald in the eye than deal with his mouthiness for one more second. His eyes are burning, searing into Gerald. Maybe his gaze flickers down for a moment, or maybe it’s just the lighting. If it does, it’s only to size up just how drunk his opponent is.

Gerald swings the first punch. It’s messy and off centre, skittering harmlessly off Morgan’s jaw, but it does have the satisfying side effect of clicking his jaw closed with a clattering of teeth, effectively shutting up whatever he was about to say. Gerald’s done talking, anyway. He’s overshot it, though, and he goes stumbling forwards into Morgan’s chest — or, more accurately, his shoulder, checking him hard.

Morgan snaps out, quick like a rattlesnake striking, and pulls Gerald back by the scruff of his neck. Like some mutt he picked up off the street. And Gerald’s waiting for the retaliation, but it doesn’t come; instead, Morgan’s dragging him out of the stable by the back of his shirt, marching the two of them to their room with a single minded focus that pisses Gerald off like nothing else, because now he wants a fight. The cold night air is like a shock to his system, clearing his head, though he can still feel the fuzzy edges of drunkenness at the edges of his brain. He has to act now. He can’t just let this go.

Gerald’s a scrappy fighter. He’s experienced, mostly with losing rather than winning, but experienced all the same, so he sees the weak spot in Morgan’s stiff gait and lashes out with a sharp kick to the back of his knee. The reaction is instantaneous: Morgan topples like a stack of bricks, swearing as he tumbles forward, and then Gerald is on top of him and throwing punches like he needs them to breathe.

Of course, it’s Morgan, so it only takes a moment for him to recover and rear upwards like a whale breaching the surface, bucking until Gerald is thrown off in a tumble of lanky limbs. The tide changes then, because now it’s Morgan on top. Morgan isn’t the type to just rain down punches. Each one is purposeful. It’s targeted, and it has the force of his whole arm and his shoulder muscles bunched into it. Gerald knows this, so it shouldn’t be surprising when Morgan lands one clean to his nose and there’s a loud crunching noise and then hot and heavy blood leaking down to his lip. His tongue darts out seemingly of his own accord. Bitter.

But then the fight visibly seeps out of Morgan, soapsuds swilling down the grimy sinkhole, and he sags. Fingers twitch like maybe he wants to reach out and touch, whether it’s to see if Gerald’s okay or to push deeper into the places where it hurts.

And Gerald? He barely notices it at first, but he’s fucking laughing.

“Stop that,” comes the quiet sigh.

Gerald smiles, blood swimming in the cracks between his teeth. “What? Too pussy to finish the job, Schmidt? Bet that’s gonna bruise,” he croons, reaching up with one hand to smack at the place where he’d caught Morgan on his cheekbone earlier. “Not as pretty as mine’s gonna be, but a bruise nonetheless.”

He seems to shut down at that. His eyes go cold, any trace of warmth that once lived in them long gone. Morgan gets to his feet and doesn’t bother offering Gerald a hand up, the set of his mouth harsh and angry, but not in the way Gerald wants. Not in the way that rares for a fight, but the way that says he’s tired of Gerald’s shit in a way that he’s not used to.

He’s too drunk to take any of it seriously. He’s still laughing, mania crawling in until he’s practically gasping for air as he stumbles to his feet after Morgan.

“I’m done with this, Gerald,” Morgan says, cold as the barrel of a gun pressed to Gerald’s forehead. “Done with the fights. Done with your fuckin’ games.” He doesn’t move any closer, but he also doesn’t walk away.

Gerald’s still wheezing for breath, blood streaming down his face, but he stills. Somewhere in his booze-addled mind, he realises that it’s serious this time. “What,” he breathes, “what fuckin’ games?”

Morgan runs one hand through his hair, thick strands catching on sticky split knuckles. “You know what I’m talkin’ about. This back an’ forth, like you’re playin’ with me. Like you think I’m some sorta joke.” He spits blood into the ground. Gerald didn’t even notice Morgan had a split lip.

The stars wink down at Gerald like they’re mocking him. “You? You’re the joke?” He can’t help it — he laughs incredulously in that sharp, mean way he saves for when he wants to make someone feel like absolute scum of the earth.

“Yeah, me,” Morgan growls back, and now he’s gripping Gerald by the front of the collar, eyebrows pulled down into an angry v. “You’re all— all sweet one moment, and then you’re rarin’ for a fight, and then we punch and punch and all that happens is we both get hurt. It’s not funny, Gerald.” Then, after a moment’s pause: “Gerry.”

And then he’s gone, stalking off towards the cheap shithole of a boarding house they’ve got for the next two nights, and Gerald suddenly feels so very cold. Things aren’t funny anymore, he’s right; Gerald’s alone now and slightly confused, because everything was normal and under control and then it wasn’t. And he doesn’t know what to do about it and he’s too goddamn drunk for this shit right now, too drunk for Morgan’s words to be clear in his mind the next day, but in that moment he thinks, oh. He’s fucked up.

#oc #writing #gerald fitzpatrick © azurriwaters #morgan schmidt © azurriwaters #cowboy #western #ub #txt

[vixenpuffle-blog]

Rivals

He despised him, the self righteous vigilante that called him out every chance they got.

Snide comments echoing in his mind of judgement and persecution.

Caerus what a strange hero name based off of some God from what he could recall very humble for someone who claims to be a fighter for justice.

What his powers were exactly Homelander couldn't put his finger on but he was somehow resistant to being avisorated by his layers which was new most powerful supes could only handle the heat for so long.

Skip

Homelander grits his teeth as he pumps his hard cock making him whimper in spite of everything, loving the possibility of being seen as equally impossible as it was for anyone to see at this height who wasn't a supe at least.

He runs a hand over his drenched slit moaning softly as dark golden eyes flash into his mind sending a jolt of pleasure straight through him as precum leaks from his red swollen head down onto the floor below.

Caerus's golden eyes continue to haunt him, before he imagines their disgust at finding him like this the thought sending pleasure straight through him as his cock dribbles more precum, "fuck." Homelander utters at the sight of his cock never having seen it being so wet and eager.

His mind continues imagining Caerus pulling back his hair roughly whilst he says how much of a deprived slut he is, "Ahh Mmm" Homelander moans out wantonly throwing his head back in pure bliss as precum squirts from his tip splattering across the rooftop.

Soon he hears something just barely there as he opens his eyes looking around and sees Caerus watching him intensely, his golden eyes ablaze like fire, his pupils blown so wide that the gold is just barely discernible in the darkness. Homelander shudders a huge shot of precum squirting out causing him to quake as his legs begin to buckle this never having happened before.

Caerus shifts looking over Homelanders body before Homelander notices Caerus's hand rub at his pants, something twitches up from beneath making Homelander licks his lips, "hnnngggeee" Homelander whines pitifully pumping his cock faster.

"Do this often, pretty boy." Caerus asks, his voice coming out deeper than normal almost huskier. Homelander eyes roll back at the term and the mere sound he could cum from his voice alone the mere tone causing his cock to jolt upwards which Caerus follows the movement with his eyes.

"Wh-when I can…ahhh." Homelander responds as his cock grows sensitive, the coil inside him refusing to snap.

Caerus thinks this over for a moment, "Do you like me watching you?" Caerus utters as he leans back on his elbows giving Homelander a full view of his straining cock causing a broken whine to get trapped in his throat, "Yesss." he hisses as Caerus looks to the side almost in deliberation before looking homelander in the eyes, "Cum for me." Caerus growls, this causes Homelander to see white as static fills his vision, a high pitched moan coming out as Caerus watches his cock explode with cum.

Long spurts of cum rip out of his aching head, Caerus sees he's about to fall face first and catches him holding him through the rest of his orgasm.

Homelander feels strong safe arms around him as he barely registers what is going on as his orgasm continues to spasm throughout his body. Caerus takes Homelanders cock in his soft hand gently stroking out more shots of cum causing Homelander to cry out at the touch as he leans fully into Caerus.

"Good boy, I've got you let go." Caerus soothes, causing Homelander to unconsciously nuzzle against his neck as one last load splatters across the rooftop which is now covered in his cum. It takes him ten minutes to come down from his high, his ears stop ringing as he blocks his eyes, finally able to see again after the intense orgasm, he feels Caerus holding him, abruptly getting up, nearly falling over as he drags himself away from the inviting touch.

Homelander looks down at Caerus his eyes as fathomless as earlier, his spent cock hanging loosely, a dribble of cum hanging off Caerus's eyes flit to the sight before going back up to Homelanders eyes, he leans forward and licks the underside of Homelanders cock cleaning him of his cum.

Caerus groans at the taste working all of Homelanders flaccid cock into his mouth as he thoroughly cleans it before sliding off a string of saliva still connecting his lips to Homelanders cock, Homelander seems unable to process what just happens as his heavy balls squeeze wanting to release again after having Caerus's soft lips wrapped around his cock.

The air grows warm around them cushioning them from the usually brisk chill of the howling wind, almost invitingly as Homelander bends down hungry eyes locking onto its target. Caerus notices his goal and stops him by softly touching his jaw, "You don't have to…" he utters his voice feather light giving Homelander all the control in the situation which always seems out of reach in his day to day life.

Whilst he'd never thought he was gay, he had never really been given the chance to experiment past what vought thought he should be, white American, blonde and heterosexual but he never really cared for doing what he was told and right now all he wanted to do was devour Caerus's cock.

"Please let me taste you." Homelander begs as he kneels between Caerus's legs, "Taste me as much as you want." Caerus growls as his hand slides into Homelanders perfectly slicked back hair pulling him toward his crotch slightly.

Homelander hurriedly unzips his pants watching as Caerus's cock springs out, it was thick with the veins popping showing just how hard his blood was pumping and his smell was divine. Licking from the base to the tip homelander feels his cock twitch back to life as he starts to suckle eagerly on the swollen head, "Good boy~" Caerus purrs making Homelander whine around his cock.

The hand in his hair start gently massaging his scalp almost lovingly a juxtaposition compared to how Caerus normally touches him in their rivalry battles.

It was to much the affection pouring into him and Caerus's soft gaze, "Your mouths so warm, am I your first cock?" He asks softly as Homelander deep throats him nodding in affirmative.

"I'm going to ruin you so you'll only want mine." Caerus promises darkly, making Homelander whimper as he begins to bob up and down on his cock faster reaching the back of his throat as he does, causing tears to spring to his eyes from both the sensation and the affectionate touches. Homelander continues his cock now fully erect as he begins to hump Caerus's leg needily, "So eager, bet you'd love me to pound your virgin hole." Caerus groans as he slowly thrusts up into Homelanders mouth hitting the back of his throat making him gag.

Nodding his head he whines as he rutts against his leg harder his cock leaking onto Caerus's black cargo pants, "I'm going to cum down your throat." Caerus moans as his head falls back making Homelander watch in awe his black locks shimmering in the morning sun as his flushed face is illuminated by it light making Homelander unable to tear his eyes away from his beauty as his tongue swirls around the tip of his cock rubbing over his slit.

"I'm cumming!" Caerus gasps as he stuffs his cock deep into Homelanders throat making tears fall down his face as drool leaks out from the sides of his mouth as he gulps down Caerus's sweet cum moaning as it fills his belly with warmth.

Caerus gently pets Homelanders head before leaning down and placing a kiss to his forehead further shocking the supe as he continues by wiping away his tears.

Homelander continues to suckle wanting more of Caerus's cum, "Greedy but I suppose I can spare a little more." Caerus moans as more cum shoots out making him moan loudly in ecstasy as Homelander suckles hungrily some cum sliding down his chin.

Caerus gently pulls out marvelling at how debauched Homelander looks on his knees, his cock weeping needily, "Gorgeous…" Caerus utters a soft smile pulling at his lips almost as radiant as the sun morning glow making Homelander stare in starstruck wonder.

"I have to go cya around wonder boy." Caerus sighs as he stands noticing the precum stain on his trouser leg from Homelanders humping before grinning as he jumps off the edge of the building.

"Fuck.." Homelander utters completely at a loss as he kneels on the roof wanting nothing more than to feel Caerus's affectionate touch again.

Skip the public conference

Homelander watches as Vought rips Caerus's character to shreds, never in all of Caerus's speeches had they personally attack Homelander they condemned his actions sure but they never judged him not did they use what happened on the rooftop as blackmail. Their morals tended to stay out of personally attacking a person's traits, insecurities, appearance and now kinks.

Vought on the other hand had no such moral issues, Homelander didn't want them to rip into Caerus and leave him bleeding out but he couldn't help but be stunned by learning Caerus was trans. He didn't even notice or realise, not that it would matter the fact Vought brought it up to use as a weapon against him made Homelander bristle with what he couldn't put his finger on it but he wanted to rip whoever decided to put hims head off for thinking such an idea was okay.z

A scowl forms on his face, "Fuck this is going to be messy." Homelander groans as he gets up striding out of the room.

Notes:

Hope y'all like my hyper fixation dabbles. 😭❤️🥺🙏

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