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buckysgrace · 7 months

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Cry Baby

Billy likes it when you cry.

Billy Hargrove x Reader smut

(dacryphilia, anal fingering, p in v)

You were so frustrated you just broke down. You felt the gates opening as fat, hot tears began to race down your cheeks. You weren’t sure why your argument had led to this. All you knew was that you had both said some unkind things.

You covered your face for a moment, trying to hide yourself away as your body shook from the frustration. You hated fighting with him, hated feeling how this relationship was pointless sometimes. You just wanted to be happy with him, but sometimes he made it so difficult.

“Hey,” Billy sighed as he gently pulled your hands down from your face. He looked at you intensely, his eyes swirling with an unknown emotion, “Look at me.” He mumbled softly, his voice raspy.

Billy stared for a moment before he was leaning forward and gripping the side of your neck. You thought that he may brush his fingertips up to wipe your tears away. You were surprised when he tilted your head back and licked them away instead. Your eyelashes fluttered in surprise, unable to speak before Billy crashed his lips down on yours.

You kissed back in a mess of confusion, your tongue swirling against his as you tasted your salty tears on his lips. His groan was strangled as he kissed you harder. You were still crying, partially out of confusion and partially out of hurt after the words the two of you had just exchanged.

Billy tugged at your shirt, breaking his lips away from yours only to tug it over your head. He crashed his mouth against yours again, stealing away your thoughts and feelings as you molded against him. His skin was hot, overly hot as you began to tug his shirt up over his head as well.

You made out messily while the two of you undressed. You eventually pulled away, letting him trail a mass of kisses down your neck while you tilted your head back to try and recollect your breath. You felt ridiculous for still crying, but your heart didn’t stop hurting just because his lips felt nice.

“You’re so hot,” Billy groaned as his warm hands traced your body, his eyes gleaming at the tears that were still in your eyes, “Need you.” He dropped to his knees, staring up at you with lust lingering in his eyes.

You parted your lips, your mind feeling hazy as he dragged you towards the floor with him. Your knees hit the floor too hard and you winced at the sharp jolt that traveled up your legs. He looked at you urgently as he gripped your hips, manhandling you until your hips were high in the air.

“Billy,” You sniffled softly, “Shouldn’t we talk about this?” You asked quickly, unsure if this was the right thing to do before you spoke about your fight. You looked over your shoulder, sniffling as hot tears dripped onto your fingertips.

“Don’t wanna,” He said gruffly, “Just wanna feel you.” He said earnestly as he pushed your face towards the floor. You whimpered, your ass high in the air as you felt fat tears continuing to pour from your eyes.

Billy squeezed at your ass, spreading your cheeks slowly before he spit roughly onto your puckered hole. You lurched at the sensation, whimpering as he began to rub his spit in with his fingertips. Shivers began to form over your body from the sensation.

“Such a cry baby,” He muttered, listening as a sob built from your chest, “Do you not want this?” He asked softly as he slowly pressed a finger inside of your now wet hole.You gaped at the sensation, slowly rolling your hips back until his knuckle was pressed deep inside of you.

“I want it,” You reassured him between sniffles, “Want it bad.” You moaned, enjoying the slow way he began to stretch you with his finger. You huffed as your eyes fell forward as the pleasure began to trickle up your spine.

“Hey,” Billy reached between your legs to deliver a swat against your wet cunt, “Don’t look away from me, don’t be a bitch.” He spit out harshly as he began to rub his fingertips against your throbbing clit. You sighed deeply.

“Sorry,” You whined as you turned towards him, “Won’t do it again.” You nodded your head eagerly, trying to convince him that you’d keep your eyes glued to him. His lips curled into a smirk as he began to twist his finger inside of your puckered hole again. A gasp left your mouth as your body began to warm.

“Good girl,” He praised softly, “Wanna see your pretty face.” He complimented as he slid another finger inside of you. He scissored them back and forth, stretching your walls as you felt your clit beginning to throb of the anticipation of feeling him.

You sighed loudly, letting your fingers curl up into fists as he pumped his fingers deep inside of your walls, coaxing your ass further into the air as the pleasure raced up your spine. You began to moan, your body curling in anticipation as he reached between his legs to stroke his hard cock.

“Billy,” You sighed in bliss as you turned to face him, sniffling as you felt his fat tip pressing against your wet cunt, “Give it to me.” You pleaded with him, blinking your eyelashes rapidly as you continued to cry.

“That wasn’t very polite;” He said as his lips grew into a smirk, “Ask again.” He told you menacingly, still smirking as he squeezed your hips tightly. You squealed softly underneath the pressure.

“Please give me your cock,” You begged softly as you began to cry again, “Wanna feel you inside of me.” You pout your lips out, doing your best to convince him as he taps the tip of his cock against your clit. You breathe out deeply, your body relaxing as he slowly slides his cock inside of your drenched cunt.

“S’good,” He hummed in response as he stretched your walls out around him. Your eyes flickered, but you made sure to keep your head pointed towards him to ensure that he wouldn’t stop his movements, “You have such a pretty pussy.” He hummed softly as he filled his cock inside of you.

“God,” You sighed out deeply as he slowly began to rock his hips in and out of your weeping pussy, “Oh my God.” You chanted again as you felt every ridge and curve of his cock pressing inside of you. Moans rolled off of your tongue, mingling with his own in a pleasant symphony.

Billy grunted loudly as he moved his fingers to the same pace as his cock. You gaped, your mouth falling forward as you licked the drool away from the corner of your lips. Your body felt as if there were sparks of pleasure traveling up your body, swirling inside of the pit of your stomach as his cock lightly brushed against your g-spot.

“Mhm,” Billy breathed in deeply as he brought his free hand upon your face. He rubbed his skin against your tears before he brought his fingertips up to his lips. You watched as he darted his tongue out and licked your salty tears away, “You’re so pretty.” He complimented between deep groans.

“Fuck,” You cursed as your eyes rolled towards the back of your head. Your mind felt full at the sensation of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves, while his fingers pumped into your other hole with the same intensity, “Oh my god.” Your knees burned from how roughly

“Hey, hey,” Billy used his free hand to swat at the side of your ass, making a shrill squeal fall from your lips, “Look at me.” He cooed, seeming desperate to see the look on your face. You turned towards him again, stifling your moans as you watched the way his eyebrows knitted together tightly in pleasure.

You sniffled again, your cheeks feeling raw and red from how much you’d been crying. You were sure that your mascara had run by the semi sticky feeling that was left underneath your eyelashes. Billy groaned, his hips snapping forward even harder if possible as he continued to drag your pussy back and forth along his cock.

“Feels good,” You were overwhelmed with the pulsing pleasure that was shooting up your spine and down your legs. Everything felt like it was on fire, burning where he touched you, “More, please.” You whimpered as you felt a fresh wave of tears hit you. It wasn’t from anger or sadness this time. You just felt so good.

“You’re such a good little slut,” He praised as he twisted his fingers roughly inside of you, curling them as his cock continued to rub against your bundle of nerves. You whimpered again at the sensation, sure that you’d never felt so filled before, “Taking my cock and fingers so well.” He praised sweetly as his lips rolled up into a lazy smile.

“Your little slut,” You felt your fingertips curling up into a fist as you began to grind your hips back against him, needing so much more than what he was giving you, “Fuck, fuck.” You moaned loudly as your stomach began to tighten in pleasure. Your mind was beginning to feel fuzzy from how overstimulated you suddenly felt.

“Greedy slut,” He corrected himself quickly, groaning as he glanced back down at you. The sight of your face must’ve added fuel to the fire because his hips began to slam forward harder again as he dragged you back against him. Your pussy was squeezing tightly around him, squelching from how wet you currently were, “Does the poor baby wanna cum?” He teased, pouting his lips out in a fake pout. You nodded your head quickly, fearing that he may not let you if you didn’t respond well.

“Please let me cum,” You begged as your lips began to tremble again, making him groan even louder, “Please, Billy, please.” You were almost in hysterics, threatening to break down at the possibility of not reaching your release. Billy’s lips parted in bliss, his thrusts becoming more stalled as redness crept across his cheeks and cum.

“S’alright,” He reassured as he pressed down on your spine harder with one hand as he angled his cock roughly against your g-spot this time. Your eyes began to roll back again, but you quickly caught yourself before he could smack your butt again, “Cum for me, baby.” He grunted out, his own words becoming heavy.

You felt a sigh of relief hitting your chest, but was unable to fully enjoy it as the bridge came crashing down around you. You felt yourself wiggling and squirming, your body alight with fire as you came down around his cock. Your feet hit the floor roughly, your toes curling as you cried out. You were sure you were chanting his name, begging for whatever he’d give you.

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy’s rough curses hit your static ears as he snapped his hips forward one last time, his body pressing against yours roughly as he came, “Oh fuck.” He repeated as he painted your walls white. You whimpered at the sensation, enjoying the warm fluid that filled your fluttering walls.

You were no longer able to look at him as you rested your cheek on the floor, your neck strained from how your body had awkwardly been turned. Your face felt red and a soft whimper of protest left your lips as Billy began to slowly remove his fingers and cock from your sensitive holes.

He joined you on the floor a second later, laying on his back and panting while you felt yourself sprawling out on your stomach. His spunk was slowly dripping out of your cunt, surely making a mess on the floor while you tried to recollect yourself.

“Are we good?” Billy asked, turning to face you suddenly. His eyebrows were relaxed, but you could see a hint of concern in his eyes. You felt your lips pulling together into a lazy smile as you nodded.

“Yeah,” You confirmed as you leaned over to press a gentle kiss against the corner of his lips, “We’re so good.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #Billy Hargrove x reader #Billy hargrove x yn #Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader #Mini Kinktober #Kinktober 2023

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mini-ism · 7 months

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courtship— 07 KINKTOBER ‘23

words: 815

synopsis: zhongli accepts your proposal, your innocence for a chance to be his spouse.

warnings: mdni!! virginity (reader), taking of virginity, monsterfucking, dragon form, courting, porn with some plot, mentions of marriage, gender neutral reader

zhongli loomed over you menacingly. his shoulders squared and broad, his eyes focused, glowing with sheer strength. you could hear his tail smack the floor a couple times.

your proposal was hard to deny, especially when you were in front of him, your most tender form of all— stripped bare and belly exposed. it was difficult not to think of you as prey, ready and eager to be consumed.

you begged and you pleaded for this chance, you knew the man would soon be courted once more, perhaps by a person lovelier than yourself. you merrily offered zhongli your innocence for a chance to become his spouse, nodding your head along joyfully, willfully dismissing his warnings.

yet there he stood, his gaze focused on you, your legs brought up to your chest, knees bent. you anticipated the answer of his body, the response to your bare form. it tingled and brewed within you, every second heightening your senses, the feeling of eagerness lingering in the air.

with a quick, experienced movement, zhongli pushed himself against you, his thick, large cock pressing against your entrance. awkwardly, you craned your neck to look at his body. his cock was unlike anything you could have imagined. it was big and lengthy, with a knot at the base, and his tip was an inhuman blackish color.

you watched as he tentatively moved his hips to yours, his cock poking and prodding at your hole, eliciting a whine from your lips.

you could feel the round, yet pointed, tip gain entry within you, stretching your hole ever so slightly to allow zhongli inside of you. a loud, breathy mewl left you, the stretching of your entrance and now your walls causing you to whine in pain.

“i warned you.” he said, your mind blurring while he moved in and out of you slowly, losing more of his length inside of you. he put his hands on your hips, thrusting inwards sharply, then pulling out almost all the way, only to fuck into you harder again. he continued this until most of his cock was in you, which took longer than we would have liked.

moans spilled from your mouth, feeling the girth of his dick stretch you out to your limits. the pain slowly ebbed into deep pleasure. you reached for his horns, which he allowed you to hold onto. zhongli kept his slow, yet agonizing pace, his cock dragging in and out of your tight hole. he knew he was in control.

tightening your grip, zhongli drew in a sharp inhale, your thumbs riding on the ridges of the sharp dragon horns atop his head, nestled in his dark brown hair. zhongli’s pace quickened drastically without warning, his hands still planted on your hips. his determined eyes were squinted, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

“do you like it? do you like this?” you asked.

“do not ask me such… dumb questions,” he replied, remaining silent for a while, “…yes, i enjoy this.”

you half giggled and half moaned in response. pleasure was building within both of you, and moans were slipping from both of you. mostly you, really. zhongli’s darkened hands moved from your hips to the underside of your thighs. your body was continuously and relentlessly bullied by zhongli’s fat cock, your tight hole straining from his size.

heat pooled in your gut, the sense of trust relaxing your muscles as he carefully, yet ruthlessly, fucked you. zhongli’s tail continued to swish and smack against the floor, nearly wagging uncontrollably as he chased his own high.

“are you close?” he panted.

you nodded, tears stinging your eyes, you could hear skin against skin, and the smell of sex hung in the air. he looked so handsome on top of you, drilling you full of his cock, his hair messier than usual, and his clothes slightly undone. you hoped he’d pick you after this, how he’d pick you to fuck again. to marry. to make you submit to him.

“good.”

the intensity of his thrusts jumped, your hands grabbing at his horns tightly, your hole clenching with his every movement. his grip tightened on your plush, warm thighs, ramming into you as fast as he fucking could.

“ah, ah, i’ll come soon. mmh,” zhongli could only muster as much of a warning as that before you came. your body tightened and you moaned loudly, your hips bucking wildly, hole tight as a vice around his cock. a sense of heavy relief and intense pleasure washed over you, your brain foggy and thoughts awry.

“zhongli, i- mmgh! oh, oh, fuck… fuuuuck…”

you watched as zhongli fucked into you one last time, pulling out as seed spilled onto your tummy, thick white globs leaking from his pointed tip. he looked at you determinedly, ready to pursue you deeper than this fuck.

and when the day came, the dragon approached you.

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oxalees · 7 months

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And then they went to look at the stars 🥰

#fanart #art #artists on tumblr #illustration #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanart #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #nandor x guillermo #mini comic #my comic #ukrainian tumblr #ukrart #on the eve of kinktober

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Mini Masterlist

Note: All of these drabbles are under the premise that all parties involved are consenting to the actions held within them unless otherwise stated (mainly: voyerism).

To be posted in order starting October 1st:

Day 1

Yandere!Wolf!Bang Chan + Marking & Possession

Tentacle Monster!Baekhyun + Size

Day 2

Witch Hunter!Yunho X Witch!Reader + Masturbation & Bondage

Goddess!Seulgi + Exhibition & Praise

Day 3

Yandere!Prince!Jongin + Mistress & Orgasm Denial

Yandere!Demon!Felix + Body Worship & Face Sitting

Day 4

Yandere!Gang Leader!Yuta + Knife & Body Worship

Yandere!Dragon!Hakyeon + Size & Praise

Day 5

Yandere!Seonghwa X Hybrid!Reader + Breeding & Edging

Prince!Dino + Cockwarming & Praise

Day 6

Kitsune!Jaemin + Mistress & Bondage

Yandere!Vampire!Hyunjin + Size & Asphyxiation

Day 7

Ghost!Wooyoung + JOI & Praise

Yandere!Prince!Sehun + Overstimulation & Possession

Day 8

Yandere!Bang Chan + Daddy & Breeding

Choi Minho X Succubus!Reader + Body Worship & Praise

Day 9

God!Kyungsoo + Oral Fixation & Masturbation

Demon!Seulgi + Blood & Mistress

Day 10

Yandere!Tentacle Monster!Shotaro + Overstimulation & Body Worship

Yandere!Wolf!Jongho + Marking & Size

Day 11

Shapeshifting Knight!Mingyu X Princess!Reader + Cockwarming & Praise

Han Jisung + Masturbation & Exhibition

Day 12

Alien!Baekhyun + Oral Fixation & Body Worship

Yandere!Incubus!San + Bondage & Breeding

Day 13

Yandere!Changbin + Size & Mistress

Yandere!King!Hongjoong + Cockwarming & Exhibition

Day 14

Kitsune!Chanyeol + Breeding & Possession

Demon!Taeyong + Bondage & Asphyxiation

Day 15

Royal Guard!Bang Chan X Princess!Reader + Voyerism & Edging

Yandere!Jeno + Bondage & Sensory Depravation

Day 16

Incubus!Wonwoo + Cockwarming

Yandere!Wolf!Wooyoung + Breeding & Exhibition

Day 17

Yandere!Hybrid!Sehun + Marking & Possession

Servant!Hyunjin X Princess!Reader + Praise & Edging

Day 18

Tentacle Monster!Xiaojun + Asphyxiation & Overstimulation

Yandere!Prince!Seonghwa + Masturbation & Voyerism

Day 19

Yandere!Demon!Taeyong + Possession & Body Worship

Demon!Sehun X Angel!Reader + JOI & Praise

Day 20

Necromancer!Taemin X Princess!Reader + Knife & Blood

Yandere!Demon!Yuta + Marking & Breeding

Day 21

Yandere!Vampire!Yunho + Daddy & Possession

Tentacle Monster!Seulgi + Oral Fixation & Orgasm Denial

Day 22

Angel!Jihoon X Demon!Reader + Size

Prince!Haechan + Praise & Cockwarming

Day 23

Fae!Minseok X Queen!Reader + Biting & Body Worship

Yandere!Vampire!Seonghwa + Blood & Edging

Day 24

Wolf!Bang Chan + Mistress & Cockwarming

Symbiote!Jungwoo + Edging & Sensory Depravation

Day 25

Yandere!Prince!Yeosang + Face Sitting & Orgasm Denial

Yandere!Jeno + Voyerism & Masturbation

Day 26

Siren!Renjun + Mommy & Face Sitting

Yandere!King!Yunho + Body Worship & Overstimulation

Day 27

Wolf!Minseok + Bondage & Asphyxiation

Demon Prince!Wooyoung X Angel!Reader + Sensory Depravation & Orgasm Denial

Day 28

Alien!Jungwoo + Breeding

Siren!Hyunjin + Oral Fixation + Queen

Day 29

Yandere!Mingi + Overstimulation & Bondage

King!Johnny X Peasant!Reader + Oral Fixation & Sensory Depravation

Day 30

Yandere!Vampire Prince!Taemin + Marking & Blood

Snake Hybrid!Jongin + Sensory Depravation & Asphyxiation

Day 31

Yandere!Trickster!Hongjoong + Overstimulation & Face Sitting

Yandere!Ghoul!Jaehyun + Blood & Possession

#kinktober #kinktober mini masterlist #mini masterlist #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #coming soon

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swampstew · 8 months

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Stories on the horizon - sin is back on the menu

Monday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Diez Drake Smut - 8 PM EST

Tuesday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Monkey D. Luffy Smut - 8 PM EST

Thursday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Red Hair Shanks Angst - 8 PM EST

Friday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Trafalgar Law Smut - 8 PM EST

Finally finished ~ sorry for the wait! Starting the week strong by bringing this fun little event to an end. Fear not, October is gonna be a busy month for Raven.

But wait there's more!

What's the Magic Word? double chapter updates coming out September 18th and 25th - Wattpad - AO3

Turn Back Time double chapter updates coming out September 21st and 28th 29th - Wattpad - AO3

Then back on break with updates TBD and preferably after a hibernation.

BONUS!

Friday the 15th - Kintober 2023 Announcement and Bingo Board Reveal - 8 PM EST

Friday the 22nd - Super Secret Halloween Project Reveal - 8 PM EST

Keeping a lid on all of this has been so hard. Truly. Bringing some fun and spoopy stories to celebrate my favorite season and holiday😈

October is gonna be Scary and Skanky

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valitino · 7 months

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vashwood with some aftercare

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overseermartin · 3 months

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dissonance

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Dishonored (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daud/Teague Martin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Psychological Torture, Dehumanization, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Collars, Dom/sub, Unhealthy Relationships, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Praise Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent Summary:

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” “Stars, no, that would be a waste,” Martin shook his head, disgusted at the idea. He unbolted the cage door and stepped within, his eyes fixed on Daud. “I’m going to break you.” Or, the taming of the wolf.

Written for kinktober.

Week two: uniform kink

[Read it here]

#mae's #daud/martin #daud #teague martin #dishonored #dhkinktober2023 #look i'm sorry i know its not kinktober anymore #i had such bad writers block #then for some reason today i had the energy to finish this #despite having a mini breakdown like two days ago #anyway #ooops my smut now has a plot

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝?

thought of a mini event -a lot shorter and relaxed than kinktober- for november. I want to incorporate some JJK fics too, as well as celebrate a new milestone; 7k followers! (7085 already, but I just noticed XD) Thank u so much for your support, even though Tumblr had turned my blog almost invisible because of the repeated reports from people who don't seem to like me :P. But anyways! For the mini event I already have an idea that it has to do with my new theme. So...

#mini event #already sashi?#yes!#kinktober trains you to write daily so I want more :3

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meownotgood · 7 months

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do you have a upload schedule? i just read all ur thingys i can’t wait for the next one

my upload schedule... it's a mystery... no-one knows... I don't know... not even the spirits know... if I happen to upload on my journey, then so be it... yeah... I just go where the wind takes me, anon...... 🐎

#no but really thank you so much #I appreciate you enjoying and reading my works!!!#I actually will be uploading a spicy mini fic every week for ktober #you can check my kinktober 2023 masterlist if you'd like to see #but otherwise I normally don't have a set schedule for uploading or writing #I'm often busy with life stuff or work #so I write when I have the time and energy #thanks for reading and I hope you might be able to enjoy my writings in the future 💞#ask mags

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mini-ism · 6 months

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Marking :,) for Genshin pls hehe

hello honey!! its always so lovely to see you!! .3.

i match you with…

zhongli!! zhongli would definitely mark you on your neck as often as possible. he would kiss and suckle on the skin gently, leaving apparent bite marks on your flesh. he may also claw at you while being intimate with you, leaving marks where his nails or talons would dig into you if you’re okay with that. if not, he would stick to nibbling at your shoulders, neck, and lower jawline.

#minis kinktober #minis matchups #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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doubtingthomasin · 2 years

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kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 2: forced orgasm

word count: 2.5k

MINORS DNI

(this is a continuation of yesterday's. it's a bit shorter but i hope y'all enjoy!)

@viharker

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Chrissy swears the walk outside to Eddie’s van is the longest walk of her life. But as soon as they see the vehicle he starts running, making her laugh and shout as she speeds to catch up. He turns to her with a blinding smile as she keeps running to the passenger side, opening the door to climb in. The familiar aroma of cigarette smoke and weed greets her instantly. As soon as her seatbelt’s on, he’s peeling out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

“Where are we going?” she asks, unphased by his driving. If anything, it makes her feel even more alive.

“Well, my uncle would still be at home right now,” he deliberated, “so I guess it’s the woods for us.” She’s listening, but she’s also caught up in the way the late-day sun is shining through the window on him, outlining his face and hair in orange light. He glances over at her, noticing her soft smile and giving one in return. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she assures him, shaking herself from her daze. She’s still aching between her legs from the pleasure he’d denied, her panties now soaked from where she had to put them back on. That’s when she gets a possibly dangerous but devilish idea.

His eyes are trained on the road when something silky suddenly hits him on the cheek, falling down into his lap. It only takes one glance to recognize her underwear, and his laughter echoes through the van the moment he does. “Chrissy, you’re not helping my, uh…situation over here.”

She looks where he motioned to, down at his crotch, and she can see him straining against his already tight pants. “Good.”

He shakes his head, biting his lower lip before releasing it with a tsk. “You’re a little minx, you know that?”

Her only response is a musical, lilting laugh, and he swears he’s never been happier than in this moment.

They finally find a place to pull off, an overgrown gravel driveway that used to lead somewhere. It’s just far enough off the road that the trees fully cover them from view. They’re both out of the car like lightning, and he swings the back doors open for her to climb in. Thankfully, the gig they’d had a few nights before means that the back is still fairly cleaned out, save a few fast food wrappers. He’s about to apologize for them when she grabs the moving blanket he uses to cover the amps and spreads it out, impressed at her apparent ability to read his mind.

Chrissy has her back turned to him, flattening the last corner of the blanket when he climbs in after her, growling as he catches her around the waist. She yells in delight, laughing as he rolls her onto her back, and she yanks him down by his jacket collar to pull him into a breath-stealing kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck as his hands spread fire up her thighs, but he suddenly pulls away. She whines before she realizes he’s just pulling the doors shut to give them full privacy.

Then he’s back, shedding his vest and jacket again, and she pulls at his shirt with a pout. He pulls it off too, revealing his chest and the tattoos decorating his skin. How had it taken her until senior year to realize how beautiful he was?

She’s already laying back on the blanket as he crawls over to her on hands and knees. “Now…where were we?”

“Eddie,” she groans, knowing there’s no way he’s forgotten.

“Right, right, right,” he says dramatically, resting over her on his forearms as he brushes a strand of hair off her forehead. His face breaks into a wicked grin before he continues. “I was about to make the Queen of Hawkins High come on my face.”

She groans again from the picture he’s painted as his lips close over hers, her hands carding through his hair again. He kissed her deeply as if he’s really trying to take the air from her lungs, one hand pressing through her curls and caressing her. She whimpers against his lips as two fingers press inside, the palm of his hand rubbing at her clit. He breaks the kiss so her sounds can fill the van, one of her sweet little hands falling to his arm.

“Another finger, baby?” he asks, trying to catch her eye, but she’s already hazed over again as the pads of his fingers find the spot inside. She nods vigorously, looking up at him as her pussy takes a third digit, her mouth forming a pretty circle as he stretches her. Her head falls back onto the blanket, eyes closed as he fingers her, pressing and curling and making her moan.

“Feels so good.” She slurs it out, her hips bucking against his hand, and he knows he’s running out of time. They pulls her shirt up and over her head, her thin bra next, and she’s bare before him for the first time. He lets slip a choked sigh before bending down to worship her chest, sucking her nipples to hard points as she wails.

“Isn’t that better?” he groans, backing off lest he make her come sooner than he wants. “You can be as loud as you want in here.” She’s mewling and nodding as he plays her nipple between his calloused fingers.

“Eddie, please.” Fuck, he’ll never get tired of hearing her beg. “Need more.”

“More, princess?” He places his thumb over her clit, stilling all his movement. “What do you say?”

“Pleas, master, please!” she yells desperately, the hand still in his hair tightening just how he likes. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment, that urge to just thoroughly fuck her into oblivion returning. He uses that moment to remove her skirt, amazed that none of her arousal seeped into the crisp white fabric.

It occurs to her, like some far distant warning siren, that she’s completely naked in the back of Eddie Munson’s van, willingly at his mercy as he trails his hot mouth down her chest. And it occurs to him that he’s about to eat out cute little head cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham, which could somehow get out and cause her very-much-jock boyfriend and his cronies to murder him.

He already knows it’d be worth it.

He continues kissing down her stomach, tickling the taut skin over her hipbone with his lips. Her sighs are so breathy, so shaky that she’s sure he knows just how close she already is. But he keeps moving lazily, the kisses getting slower the closer he inches towards his destination. Then he sits up, staring her in the eye as he gently takes her ankle and kisses.

She’s almost impatient, but also entranced by the way he touches her, the calluses on his fingers catching the sensitive skin behind her knee. She shivers at the unexpected sensation as he continues kissing his way down. He mouths at the juncture of her pelvis and thigh, his stubble scratching pleasantly at her soft flesh. She starts muttering his name as if it’s a prayer, as if he were holy or deserving, and he rests her legs on either side of his face as he places a soft kiss to her opening.

The sudden, loud whimper that elicits almost makes him laugh, but her heady scent filling his nostrils keeps him quiet. He places one of her hands in his hair before curling his around her thighs, licking a long strip from her pussy to her clit.

He doesn’t stop for the shrill cry she emits in response, already lost in the taste of her. She’s sweet–he fucking knew she’d be–and salty, a little bit earthy. He idly wonders whether or not he can get addicted as she tugs at his hair, keeping him where they both want him to be. He moans into her, sending it straight up into her chest. He flicks his tongue at her opening, then further up, then further, until his lips close around her clit.

“Fuck!” She draws the word out, its pitch climbing higher the harder he sucks. He lets go wetly, lapping at her again to catch a good amount before swallowing.

“You’re so good, Chrissy, so fucking good,” he babbles before continuing, sucking on the tender skin by her entrance, circling her clit with his tongue.

And she’s slowly falling apart, screaming and crying for more as he gently tortures her.

He considers getting his fingers involved again, deciding instead to spear her on his tongue. She gasps so loud he almost stops, but she’s pulling at his hair harder and it actually makes him whine. His fingers dig into her thighs to hold her still as he licks inside her. Spears her again. Fucks her with it. Curls it inside her. She’s still screaming so he does it all again.

“Eddie, please, I’m fucking begging you, let me come. I’ll do whatever you want, please just let me come!” The urgency in her voice actually makes him stop, and he crawls up her body to find that there really are tears in her eyes. “Eddie, please.” She’s quieter under his gaze, and he wonders if he’s pushed her too far.

“Is it too much, gorgeous?” He asks it earnestly, the backs of his fingers warm against her cheek.

“N-No, I just…I just need…”

He places his lips on hers and she leans up into the kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, making her groan. “You taste so good, I got carried away.”

She has nothing to say to that, but her head falls back again with a relieved sigh as he strokes her again. He’ll have to remember how sensitive she is from now on, and he catalogs it in his mind as he sinks back between her legs. “Let me make it up to you.”

His lips close around her clit again, his hands massaging her thighs as her chest heaves. He rolls the nub with his tongue, feels her legs jerking with the effort not to squeeze around his ears. Except that’s exactly what he wants.

His eyes rake up her body to see that hers are still closed. “Chrissy, look at me.” Her eyes open slowly, taking in the sight of him between her legs, and she finally realizes.

In this moment, in this scenario, he’s completely at her mercy.

She leans up on her forearms to watch as he starts sucking her clit again, and her legs clench as she whimpers. He encourages it, pressing her thighs into his face as he keeps eye contact. But as she gets closer to the edge, it gets harder to keep her eyes open, and her eyelashes flutter beautifully against her cheeks as he alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue at her. Her breathing gets heavier and he knows she’s close, almost there, just a little bit more, God, right there–

Her hips buck into him suddenly as she gasps, his fingernails digging into her skin, the pressure of her orgasm so intense that she’s almost soundless at first. But once she catches her breath, his tongue and fingers working her through to the end, she cries out his name in a tone he knows he’ll never forget. She falls back on the blanket, a quivering, moaning mess. He watches her for a moment as his breathing evens out, one hand smoothing over the trembling skin of her waist.

She thinks he’s just cleaning her up when he spreads her legs once more, until his tongue is inside her again.

“Oh, Eddie,” she pants, close to overstimulation as he growls into her. “Eddie, I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can, baby,” he says quickly, “One more, okay?”

She groans at the feeling of his lips on her clit, sucking almost painfully now. But then he stops and she’s almost relieved, except she wishes he’d just find another place to touch her instead of stopping completely.

And then a surge of panic strikes her as he starts undoing his belt. “I-I don’t think I’m ready.” For half a second, she’s terrified he’ll be angry.

Eddie looks at her, confused for a moment before his eyes lighten. “Oh, no, no. I’m just getting these jeans off, promise.”

“Oh.” She breathes easier as he continues, removing only his jeans, though she thinks it’s a bit late in the game to take off more clothing. “Why?”

“I think I know how to make this easier on you,” he explains, settling between her legs again. This time, though, he presses his groin into hers, making them both moan. She lays back, bringing him with her as he kisses her, nibbling at her lip. His hands slide into hers, their fingers clasped as he starts moving in earnest, grinding into her.

Their lips aren’t an inch apart as he slides his clothed length against her, his tip catching on her clit. And it’s still intense, but there’s no edge of pain or overstimulation like there was before. Even if there was, she thinks it might be worth it just to hear the sounds currently falling from his lips, to see the pained and blissful expression on his soft face.

If she’s absolutely wrecked, he’s following close behind, his thrusts getting harsher the closer he gets to completion. He rolls his hips, and she gasps at the feeling of his tip pushing at her opening. He lays down closer to being flat without crushing her, groaning into the crook of her neck. She holds him close as he moves faster, one leg wrapping around his waist to give him a better angle as one hand slides down the back of his boxers.

“Fuck, Chrissy.” They whine and moan loudly, falling into a rhythm as the friction brings them both closer to the end. He’s thrusting hard enough to shake the van and she falls over the edge first, her body arching fully into his as his hips jut once, twice–and he grabs his shirt, pulling out his cock just in time to spill into the black fabric, biting back his louder cries as Chrissy keeps shaking under him.

He throws his shirt to the side, resting his forehead against her collarbone as he wraps his arms around her.

Their bodies finally grow still after several minutes, their breathing back to a normal rate. She feels loose and relaxed for maybe the first time in years, content even, and the happiness he felt earlier endures as he shifts to pull her into his side. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes it out, thinking she might have fallen asleep until–

“Let’s just stick with Chrissy for now.”

Their eyes meet, and his face slowly breaks out in a smile as she laughs, both of them chuckling at their own humor as he kisses her once more.

And as he rests his chin against her forehead, he knows he’d die a hundred deaths by her boyfriend’s hand just to have her again.

#i apologize in advance for tomorrow's...i got carried away #it has a mini plot and everything jfc #also these will be on tumblr only until the end of the month #after october i fully plan on posting them to ao3 too!#eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer kinktober #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #evan's writing

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wildbornsiren · 1 year

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Triple Frontier Masterlist

Kinktober 2022 Day 7: Public -- Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Female-AFAB Reader Kinktober 2022 Day 18: Shotgunning -- Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Female-AFAB Reader Banner credit: @writercole Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#Triple Frontier #fanfiction #headcanons #drabbles #one shots #mini series #series #challenge #kinktober 2022 #shelly writes

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garoujo · 2 years

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i’ve put down the layout for ghost face shuji and omgosh guys . i’m so super excited >//<

#ֹ ۪ ಮ — em rambles #like rly rly excited ! this is the most excited i’ve been 4 a fic ever !#i’m probs gonna take a mini posting break 4 a few days before october so i can get a few things done in advance 4 kinktober but AAAAA !#this is exciting >.<

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fyodorloveclub · 2 years

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i really want to write a public sex fic w fedya but i cant think of a good setting does anyone have an idea🫶🫶

#like where/why this would happen #this may or may not be related to my mini kinktober #shut up flora ☆

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thecandywrites · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 23- Hair Pulling

Yeah, I had to go all the way back to my very first orc x human pairing reader insert story, the one that's been on hiatus for...way too long. To get these two. But TOTALLY WORTH IT.

Meet Bronson- who goes by Bro and Darcy. And yeah, I know it's Kinktober and this is pure fluff with very little kink but there's plenty of literal hair pulling. So it counts. Right? And it's that - been friends since elementary school- trope. But they're *" technically"* cousins, only because Bronson's mother's brother is Darcy's step dad. But not related by blood, just circumstances. Which is both a blessing and a curse. But back to the trope- so because of this- you secretly pine for each other and love each other but don't want to fuck it up by admitting you have feelings so you try to act normal and you fail because your actions still prove how you feel' trope/cliche that you shall pull from my cold dead hands.

A millenia's worth of thanks to @starsandskies for providing these kinktober prompts. Yes I know it's November. I got behind. But I only have a handful left to do and I wanted to make sure I got to do all of them even though my personal life has been a dumpsterfire.

But this was just so fun. I couldn't resist.

Kinktober Day 23- Hair Pulling

Bro sat in geometry class and was feeling particularly possessive and angry as the class clown- Daren this time- yanked on Darcy’s braid for the second time in a row as he had noticed Daren’s antics and was recording it. It didn’t matter how Darcy wore her hair, but especially when she wore it in the more “traditional” orc styles that she had worn to school that day and any other day that this tended to happen to her. And while Darcy had some of the most beautiful hair. Bro was getting sick and tired of others touching it without Darcy’s permission.

Bro and Darcy had been friends since elementary school. And Darcy was human, who had a human mother Richelle, but had remarried Bro’s uncle Pierce about 9 years prior. Darcy still wore the necklace he first got her, still wore his first bead he had commissioned for her on it, along with all the others he had ever given her ever since and the necklace, had to be on a very robust gold chain now. But still sat very prettily around her neck as she still used that first bead he commissioned for her as her personal worry stone to touch during class and coursework or especially during tests.

Darcy- even nine years later- was still the prettiest girl in class. She was still the most eligible bachelorette. Mostly because her mother forbade her from dating while in school, because Richelle wanted Darcy to focus on school while in school and for the most part, Darcy was happy to use it as an excuse to thwart the hordes of interested parties.

So while she practically had to take a vow of singleness and celibacy. The older she got, the more she grew and developed, it seemed every year, every guy completely forgot about all of that previous year and so far, sophomore year was turning out just like freshman year. But instead of just everyone in her grade. Now it seemed to consume the entire highschool, and this punk was a freshman from a different middle school who hadn’t gone through the same elementary or middle school she did. So now she had to contend with every boy from Freshman to Senior year.

But Bro was still her closest friend in the world. And he never stopped crushing on her or loving her from the moment he met her for his 7th birthday party where she and her mom ended up being his last minute guests to because they just happened to be at the same recreation center his mother hosted his birthday party at. Where coincidentally, his uncle met Darcy's mother, and promptely fell in love with her that day too and several months later, got married, built a farmhouse in the country and had their own homestead farm on.

Bro had helped name every chicken she ever got. He helped build the damn coop. He had a horse, at her farm that they rode together with. He still spent most of his weekends with her, riding horses and caring for them, helping her taking care of the chickens, planting gardens in the spring, harvesting during the summer and fall. Since they first met at his 7th birthday party the two were practically insperable after that.

And during school- doing homework, doing big assignments together too when they could team up. He tried to make sure every class he took, he could be in the same classes with her, or at least, his friends could when he couldn’t because Darcy depended on Bro’s protection and the protection of his other friends since she was 7 and started to go to elementary school with him and was always in the same elementary classes, the same middle school classes and now- same high school classes.

Because when Darcy was not with one of them, she was always targeted and practically had to sit next to the teacher and be the teacher’s pet just to keep safe from hormonal crazed boys. And while she had tried to keep a few friends, mostly the girlfriends of Bro’s friends, they were always jealous of the unwanted attention and admiration that Darcy got. So she still had to endure everyone's infatuation, yet ultimately- isolation and alienation from everyone else because of it.

Darcy now had two little siblings, a little brother and a little sister now, who were half human and half orc, who she felt she needed to protect too.

But after 9 years of this and a potential two more of it, Darcy was beyond fed up with it. And while she did her best to dress down, never wear makeup, never wear anything even remotely revealing. She even tried to go for- full ‘cowgirl’ aesthetic with steel toed cowboy boots, jeans, a belt with a belt buckle she had won at her last barrel racing tournament. And a simple t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it. It didn’t matter how loose her jeans were, or how much she covered up, she still turned heads just walking to class, from student and teacher alike.

Bro had gotten into more than his fair share of fights to keep Darcy safe from boys who had a hard time taking “no” for an answer. And his friends, thankfully never wavered from being his friends and helping him take on other boys who could be heads and shoulders taller or twice as broad and strong as himself.

Technically he could- at this point- graduate. He had a job at his dad's and uncle’s video game development company lined up that he did part time on the side. He even had an office that was practically waiting for him. He could rent an apartment and strike out on his own. But he would not do it. Because if he did, that would leave Darcy alone because humans didn’t consider their teenagers “adults” till they were 18. And Bro did not want Darcy to endure the last two and probably the hardest two years of school that she had left, especially without him to be there and watching her back and still being her shield between her and everyone else.

And honestly hair pulling? Really? Did Daren have the maturity of a toddler?

“Stop it.” Darcy growled at Daren behind her when she felt it a second time. When he did it the first time and she was quick to snatch her hair out of Daren’s grasp and ask him to stop which he played dumb to which irritated her to no end.

“Stop what? I wasn’t doing anything.” Daren tried to play dumb again.

“I felt you grab my braid and pull it for the second time now. Stop pulling my hair. What are you two?” She accused.

“It wasn’t me, sorry, but since I have your attention, did you want to go out on Friday? Go to Dave and Busters or something?” Daren offered.

“No thank you. I have plans. I have asked you to stop touching me twice now. But if you ever think about pulling my hair a third time or touching me or anything that belongs to me, you will regret it. Now- if you’ll excuse me I have classwork to do and since your papers are still clearly blank- you should try to do the same.” Darcy curtly dismissed before she turned around to try to refocus on her class work.

But just as Daren was about to reach out to pull her braid again- Bro loudly got out of his desk and grabbed Daren by the shoulder and slammed him back into his seat as he set his phone with the camera facing them down on Daren’s desk to focus on himself and Daren having this exchange.

“She said she didn’t want to be touched. When a lady says she doesn't want to be touched, she means it. I saw you pull her braid and she asked you to stop. Try again and you and I will have problems.” Bro growled dangerously into Daren’s ear as Darcy simply smiled proudly while she continued to solve the math problems laid out for her in the geometry worksheet.

“Gods it’s right what they say about the two of you.” Daren laughed before Darcy’s heckles went back up as she glared at him over her shoulder and slowly turned in her seat but kept her glare fixed with Daren and kept his gaze as she lowkey pulled the brass knuckles she kept in her pockets that had been wrapped in a pretty piece of cloth to make it look like just a normal scarf tied around her knuckles, but could also be hid in the secret compartment of her belt buckle too.

“And what would that be?” Darcy asked as Bro now recognized her temper flare in the fire of her eyes as her gaze bored into Daren as her jaw clenched and her chest start to heave in preparations for another fight.

“That Bro is always the Bro in the friendzone and that you’re Darcy Dick-tease.” Daren practically cooed and before Bro could do anything, Darcy, with lightning fast speed struck first and punched him right in the nose.

And the sound of the crunch of bones and the sudden yell in pain from Daren was enough to draw the entire class’ attention as Darcy just as easily slipped the brass knuckles back into her pocket as she leaned over, grabbed Daren by the hair and slammed his face down into the desk as hard as she could.

Which for the last 9 years of having a farm and taking care of horses and riding them, Darcy was always an active child. But she was also very strong for her size which her clothes did a good job of hiding pretty well.

“Insult me and my honor again motherfucker!” Darcy seethed ragefully towards him as she had her fists up to her face and was already in a fighting pose in case he tried to sneak a hit in himself.

“Darcy!” The teacher- Mrs. Robbie gasped in astonishment.

“He pulled my hair twice, I asked him to stop twice. I warned him if he put his hands either on me or my hair again, that he and I would have problems. He asked me out, I told him no. And when he insulted me after I turned him down, I fought back. He put his hands on me first. So if you feel I stepped out of line- go ahead, send me to the principal’s office again for defending myself to keep myself out of harms way and from being sexually assaulted in your classroom- again. Which you have already witnessed all the other boys do since the start of class this semester and you have done nothing to protect me except give them a stern talking to.” Darcy justified, granted, just a bit disrespectfully, resentfully and spitefully to Mrs. Robbie.

“And I watched him do that and asked him to stop since Darcy already asked him not to touch her. And he denied it.” Bro gestured to Daren whose face was bleeding profusely as he was coughing and splurting blood to try to argue. But instead was using his own hoodie to soak it all up.

Bro held up his hands showing how- for once, he wasn’t the first one to start or finish it, Darcy was. As Bro felt particularly proud for giving her those. He always gave her a pair of brass knuckles at the start of a new school year since middle school. He had already stopped the recording and slyly put his phone into his own backpocket.

“Fine, all three of you, principles office.” She said as she pointed to the door while Darcy gladly packed up her stuff as did Bro.

While Daren’s friends tried to help him and clean up all the blood before Daren went to the school nurse who was a real nurse and EMT and called for an ambulance for Daren to go to the ER to get his nose fixed.

But Darcy didn't feel the least bit of sadness or remourse for the damage she inflicted because she was sick and tired of being the whole "damsel in distress" but also knew she was up against boys who were literally two to three times her size and strength. So she had to have something to keep herself safe. Even at this relatively "safe" space that was school.

So she and Bro sat together in the office with their backpacks between their feet and waited for the principle to see them as Darcy had her arms crossed over her chest but was still leaning into Bro’s side and letting her head rest on his shoulder- which he didn’t mind one bit.

“So. Who was it this time?” Principal Walters asked as she saw Darcy and Bro sitting there together, again, as she sighed tiredly. But this time, neither of them seemed to have a scratch on them.

“Daren Drake. He pulled my hair twice. I asked him to stop- twice. I warned him that if he did it again and put his hands on me or anything that belongs to me that we were going to have problems but he did not heed my warning. Instead, he asked me out, and when I turned him down, he insulted me by calling me “Darcy Dick-tease”. So I punched him in the face and slammed his head onto the desk. He’s just here because he witnessed it all go down and was recording it happen and was asking Daren to stop after he caught Daren pulling on my braid both the first and second times.” Darcy repeated before she nodded over to Bro who happily pulled his phone out and played what he had captured. And thankfully had the camera pointed away from Darcy and trained on himself and Daren to record their own conversation and conceal the fact that she punched Daren with brass knuckles on.

“Oh by all the gods.” Principal Walters sighed tiredly again as she watched the scene on the camera unfold. So she had them come into the office while she wrote up the report and an excuse for both of them to not get detention. She had a rule for her school, if you instigated a fight, would you get in trouble or get detention for it. While the person who simply was defending themselves after giving a warning didn’t get punished. And ever since Darcy came into her high school, after getting the heads up from the Principal for the elementary school and the middle school. She had seen how almost every boy in every grade above and below Darcy’s grade but especially all the boys in Darcy’s grade, with Bro and his friends being the only ones who had not pulled something like this on Darcy. And so far, no one was stupid enough to press charges especially when their sons were guilty of sexual harrassment as Darcy and Bro were both texting their parents about it.

“My parents want to know if they should come to the school or if you want to have a sit down meeting with Daren’s parents so Bro can show him the footage of their son harassing me?” Darcy asked the Principal.

“Well, hang on, let me ask.” She said as she finished with the report and called Daren’s parents.

“What happened to my boy?” Daren’s father Grug demanded angrily as he got a call to come from work to go to the hospital where his son was getting his nose fixed and realigned.

“Sir, your son Daren was caught on video by another student harassing a sophomore girl in their geometry class. She asked him twice to keep his hands to himself and off of her and he denied touching her even though the video clearly proves otherwise. He then asked her out, she denied his request and his insult to both her person and her honor in response to being turned down for a date- instigated a fight. She warned him, he didn’t listen and so she punched him.” She repeated matter of factly, just like she had for countless times both freshman and now for Sophmore year.

“I see. Well then I would like to thank her for reminding my son to mind his manners, especially when it comes to girls, and please assure her that this behavior will never be repeated.” Grug grinned rather proudly.

“Thank you very much for understanding. Sorry to pull you from work or give you any worry.” She offered.

“No need, these things happen, especially at this age.” He reassured her before they said their goodbyes.

“There, all done, you two can go back to class.” She excused as she handed both of them their excuses to get back to class.

“Thank you again for having my back and understanding the situation and handling it Principal Walters. If you could please remind Mrs. Robbie of my history, especially when it comes to my safety on school grounds, I would really appreciate it because sadly this isn’t the first time this has happened in her class. This was just the first time it went from being purely verbal and threatening to go physical into actually being physical this time.” Darcy replied graciously as she took the note.

“I’m sorry. I’ll remind all the teachers and give your future ones a head’s up.” She nodded in understanding.

“Thank you. And if it isn’t too much to ask. My cousin Bronson has always been my shield for this kind of thing since the fourth grade. And I feel bad that he’s had to spend his entire school career watching over me and protecting me over his own school work. Can we try to do what we did second semester of freshman year and just have us in all the same classes again? I don’t care what class it is- I just don’t trust anyone who isn’t already a friend or family not to pull this kind of thing on me again.” Darcy requested.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure from here on out, that if your cousin Bronson wants to stay in school for Junior and Senior years, to stay with you.” She readily agreed.

“Thank you.” Darcy and Bro thanked her before they got out of there.

“Well at least you got to finish it this time.” Bro murmured to her as they walked together back to class with the excuse notes in their hands to keep any hall monitors from giving them any trouble either.

“Hey I have a favor to ask.” Darcy murmured as her steps slowed before they would both approach the classroom.

“Shoot.” Bro invited.

“Afterschool, could you take me to that feedstore that’s next to the drive through liquor store?” She asked hopefully.

“And get you hard cider?” He guessed with a knowing grin because the legal drinking age for orcs was 16. As was full driving privileges and Bro had been picking her up and dropping her off for school so she didn’t have to deal with the other idiots on the bus.

“Please?” She pleaded.

“A horse of course.” Bro readily answered with a charming smile that got Darcy to snort a laugh.

“One of these days that joke is gonna fall flat.” Bro shrugged as he reached for the door to the classroom so she could go in first.

“Not today.” Darcy reassured him as they both happily gave their notes to the teacher.

“Bronson, if you could please change seats so that you now sit behind Miss Darcy so that no further incident can happen, that would be much appreciated.” Mrs. Robbie requested as it seemed she had already gotten a call from the Principal and was trying to correct the issue as Bro glady used more wipes to disinfect the desk from the presence of the previous occupant.

After school Darcy practically hopped out of the truck at the feed store to order more horse feed and supplements for the horses and the chickens and even got the chickens a snack block.

She waited for Bro to go through the liquor store’s drive through before she noticed he was back and he came inside just as she was making a show of perusing the other things in the store. But once Bro reappeared, he happily got the heavy bags of feed for her to load them up in the truck. While she got the snack block and containers of supplements and treats and loaded them into the back of his pickup truck.

Then they drove back to her house and backed his truck into the back of the barn so they could unload what they needed to in the barn. Then she got up into the hay loft and pulled down a bale of hay and distributed it among the stalls once the horses would come in from the pasture. Bronson put the bags of feed into the feed containers for her and went ahead and fed the chickens for her too.

And once all of that was done, they retreated to the bed of the truck to drink the six pack of hard cider together. Which hardly had any alcohol but was something that Darcy’s parents let her have at home anyway.

“Maybe I should just shave all my hair off, so no one can pull it anymore or think I’m that pretty anymore.” Darcy suggested as she finished off the first bottle as they sat in companionable silence off of the edge of the truck tailgate. Bro nearly snorted out his mouthful of hard cider through his nose. Because of all the things she could say- he had not been expecting her to say that.

“Then you’d get even more attention from guys thinking you have “the canca”, and try to make sure you don’t leave this world without getting off first.” Bro answered once he stopped choking on his drink but couldn’t stop himself from laughing as he mimicked Forrest Gump when he had said ‘the cancer’. Which got Darcy to giggle and laugh in response.

“Yeah, that’d be the last thing I would want either.” Darcy sucked her teeth and shook her head before she opened the second and took a very long pull before she laid back into the bed of the truck and not caring if she got filthy dirty or not as she just stared up into the clouds overhead as Bro mirrored her and did the same.

“Besides, even without hair, you’d still be beautiful, at least to me anyway.” Bro offered which got Darcy to smile.

She hated it when everyone always praised how pretty or beautiful she was. But never did mind when Bro said so himself and never argued with him over it.

“Do you regret inviting me to your seventh birthday party yet?” Darcy asked.

“Nope, never have and never will. Haven’t regretted inviting you to anything and everything since either.” Bro answered as he at least put an arm behind his head while the beads on the single braid that hung down from the back corner of his neck slid from his chest to the bed of the truck before Darcy turned onto her side to face him.

“You sure? You really, really sure? Because you’ve had to give up a lot. New friends, a girlfriend, a normal school life, actually paying attention in class and getting better grades because you’re always taking care of me instead.” Darcy pointed out as she pouted into the mouth of the bottle in her hand.

“Darcy Lillian, when have I ever complained?” Bro asked which got her to finally look up at him as he turned to face her.

“And when has your safety ever been less important than my mediocre grades?” He asked before she just rolled over onto her stomach and groaned as she buried her face into her folded arms as she set her beer aside.

“Just because you don’t complain, doesn’t mean you can’t start to feel resentment.” Darcy murmured, her words muffled by her flannel overshirt.

“Well I don’t resent it or you. Being your shield has always been the biggest and best thing I’ve ever done with my life.” Bro reassured her as he couldn’t resist but reach over and rub soothing circles into her back after brushing all the dirt and fall leaves that had fallen into the bed of the truck. He still smiled when she seemed to sigh contentedly as she peeked out and looked at him as she took a breath and was about to say something but decided against it and just turned back to hide her now blushing cheeks while also really enjoying the back rub nonetheless.

“What?” Bro asked her when he saw her withdraw from him and practically turn into a hedgehog trying to hide away.

“What were you gonna say?” He asked as he paused in rubbing her back and leaned down to where her head was to hear her answer.

“What if it’s not enough?” Darcy asked as she fought not to cry.

“What’s not enough?” Bro asked in confusion.

“This, us. What we have now, what if it’s not enough?” Darcy enunciated a little louder.

“Well what else do you need me to be?” Bro asked and all Darcy could do was laugh through her tears as she tried to rub them off on her sleeves.

“Only you would ask that. With everything that you’ve done and everything that you do. You already do and give so much. But yet when I say ‘what if it’s not enough’ you ask how you can make it enough. You have never once asked for any other reward for all that you’ve done and continue to do- other than my friendship which I’m happy to give you. And we’ve used the ‘he’s my cousin’ excuse in elementary school and middle school and now it seems that we’re both in high school, that isn’t working anymore. Because I’m not- by blood- your cousin which everyone seems to constantly remind both of us as if we don’t already know. And as much as I love being part of your family and you being a part of mine and being your friend and you being my best friend in the whole wide world. It’s not enough…” Darcy began to rant before Bro finally realized what she was referring to and after 9 years of hoping, praying, planning, yearning and wanting, he finally had his chance.

So he slid his fingers into her hair and used his purchase on her hair to pull her head up to kiss her. And really kiss her, the way he had always fantasized about. And like two magnets always coming back together she was practically gravitating her body to be flush with his as she kissed back as her tears finally ceased as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to partially lay down over her, with his hand still cushioning her between her precious head and the bed of his truck as he was happy to do so and so happy that this wasn’t blowing up in his face.

But the fact that she finally allowed herself to show at least what and how she felt, made those 9 long years barely feel like minutes or even seconds worth of waiting. Because she was running her hands through his hair and scratching at his scalp while they continued to kiss and make out in the back of his truck before the need for air arose and he finally had to pull back so that both of them could catch their breath.

“So what else do you need from me? What else can I be for you?” Bro asked as he pillowed her head with one arm but stroked down down her side with the other affectionately.

“I just need you to keep loving me and not give up.” Darcy answered.

“At this point, it’s going to take an act of the gods to get me to stop.” Bro confessed which got her to smile.

“Shh, don’t tempt them.” She whispered before she kissed him sweetly as kissing him felt like the most natural thing in the world to her.

“Well, I have a way of making it unofficially official.” Bro offered.

“You give me one of your beads like all the other couples?” Darcy guessed as Bro nodded as she fingered the very first one she had got him that he still refused to take out of his hair except to clean and wash his hair only to put it right back in once it was rebraided.

“Well we can always ask my parents - to simply “pretend” to date while in school. And once they catch on that it’s not pretending. I think the sleepovers aren’t really going to be allowed or be a thing anymore. But we might get the same excuse that we’re technically cousins used against us.” Darcy noted.

“When have I ever cared about any of that? Well, the sleepvers are really nice. Any chance I can get to be with you, you know I always take.” Bro shrugged.

“Likewise.” Darcy smiled as she buried her face into the crux of his neck and shoulder and sighed happily when he just laid with her and hugged.

“Just for future reference. You’re the only one allowed to pull on my hair, especially like that.” Darcy giggled.

“Oh you mean like this?” Bro asked as he did it again only to bring her face back up to kiss her again.

“Uh huh.” Darcy hummed as she smiled into the kiss.

“We’ll figure it out.” Bro reassured her.

“I know. We always do.” Darcy smiled.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober Day 23 #starsandskieskinktober #starsandskies #Pierce and I #god it has been so god damn long since I did anything with that story because in my brain #they got married and had kids and built a gorgeous modern hobby/homestead farm #And then if you go back and read the very last part that I have for this story you'll see how I planted this little mini romance in them #when they were kids #and Bro immediately stepped up the to plate and was Darcy's sword and shield #And yes they have the whole princess and her knight dynamic #and I love it #Now if I had married the guy I crushed on super hard when I was 16? I would be miserable as an adult now #But there is are other examples of this having a happy ending #it's rare but it's there

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