#heated with me. like dude actually fucking grabbed me and shook me and was warning me about fucking chinese agents and some shit and i just
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Bucky x reader smut, were the reader is insecure about her looks, weight, appearence. Whatever, shes just not happy with how she looks, shes insecure. But!! 👀 hear me out. Shes got a praise kink, she loves it. But she also has a hard time accepting compliments cause, u know its hard XD so! Bucky finds out and essentially worships her relentlesly in bed, absolute best dude super sweet but isnt afraid to man handle. Like, oh u think ur too heavy? Bam im picking u up and fucking u against the wall, try me.
Im going insane. The THOTS im having 🥴 uhhhhhh ya anyway. Hed be so good and caring but relentless at the same time hed be so good i just know it broskee
Show You | Bucky x Reader
lmao broskee
warning: slight exhibitionism, praise, pet names, cream pie, 18+ to interact, smut
tag list: @potatothots @elle14-blog1 @getwellsoontana @avengetheunnatural @littlelightnings @alternativeprincess
summary: Bucky decides to show you how beautiful he thinks you are
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You did try your best to be positive, truly, you did. But when you were walking past a mirror? Or when you caught your reflection in the shopping windows? Your mind couldn’t help but whisper.
Whispering negativity in your heart and twist your confidence until the smile that was gracing your lips only moments ago was replaced with a frown. It caused you to tug your shirt down to hide and move your hair to cover anything you couldn’t stand to look at.
And Bucky just couldn’t understand it.
His eyes catching the small moments that you thought no one noticed.
So, he started off slow.
When walking by you as he headed to the training room to meet with Sam. He directed his smile at you and greeted you with a, “Hello, Beautiful.” He enjoyed the way your cheeks darkened red from his compliment but you were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand.
And you see, Bucky was a man who had been touch starved for a long time and he wasn’t used to reaching out. But meeting you, it had changed him. And to simply put it, he couldn’t get enough. Wanting to be around you, to hold you, to tell you how beautiful he really thought you were.
He didn’t understand how you couldn’t see it yourself?
So he tried again, when he saw you in the kitchen struggling to grab a snack from the pantry; he didn’t hesitate to slide over. His height towering over you as he held onto your hip with his metal hand and grabbed the snack you wanted.
“Thank you,” you mumbled softly and Bucky smiled, squeezing your hip in response as he nodded his head.
“Anything for you, Beautiful.” But like before, you shook your head in denial and left him with a frown as you went back to your room.
So, that’s when he decided, maybe you needed a different approach.
On a quiet Sunday, you were surprised to find yourself in a store with Bucky.
The handsome super hero following behind you diligently as you browsed the store slowly. You weren’t sure why he invited himself to join you but you did enjoy his company so you didn’t object.
Your fingers brushed along the clothesline, eyes roaming over various patterns and colors of dresses as you walked.
And you did your best not to pay attention to the other women who gaped and fawned over the handsome brunette behind you.
“That one looks nice,” he hummed as you lifted one dress up to look at it closer. You could feel his warmth as he stood close behind you and it burned a heat through your body. “You should try it on.”
You’re not sure if it was because of how close he was too you or because you actually agreed but you found yourself in a dressing room with Bucky right outside.
The dress was beautiful. Perfect for the summer and actually didn’t look half bad on you. You turned every which way to get different angles but we’re distracted by the shuffling outside.
“You have it on?” Bucky’s voice filtered through the door and you instantly felt nervous as you remembered the handsome man right outside. “Can I see?” Was his next question and you second guessed yourself as you stared further into the mirror.
“Uhm,” your voice went up in pitch from your anxiety and you tugged the bottom of the dress that fell just above your knees.
Your hesitation was enough for Bucky and he shocked you as he popped into the dressing room, quickly shutting the door behind him so no one else got a free show.
“Bucky!” Your alarm had him turning around and finally getting a look at you.
His eyes slowly raked over your body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Fuck, you looked good. And with his lack of response, you shuffled from one foot to the other more nervous now you were trapped in a small space with the handsome man. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he whistled and your blush darkened as you pushed on his chest lightly.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” you huffed and Bucky’s hands found your waist as he tilted his head down at you. “We could get kicked out!”
“You’re definitely buying it, right?” He completely ignored your chides and turned you around so you faced the mirror. He hugged you from behind and met your eyes in the mirror. “I’m definitely buying it for you.”
“Bucky!”
His hands ran down your sides and played with the hem at the bottom, ghosting over your thighs. You held your breath. “But you might be too irresistible wearing this around the tower.” He whispered right into your ear and your eyes widened, his words bringing a warmth between your thighs.
You tried again, weakly calling his name, “Bucky.” And his hands disappeared under your dress. His blue eyes darkening as he kept your gaze in the mirror.
“If you can’t accept my compliments, then I guess I’ll have to show you.” He murmured and your lips parted in shock, your back now pressed firmly against his chest. “But you gotta be quiet, Bunny.” He mused, a smirk dancing on his lips now. “Don’t wanna get kicked out.”
Your body froze as Bucky’s fingers danced up your leg, his eyes staring intently into yours through the mirror. “Don’t stop watching,” he whispered and you gasped as the pads of his fingers dipped and brushed along your clothed pussy.
You and him both groaned as he felt just how wet you were and he immediately used his free hand to cover your mouth as his fingers slipped under your panties and into your slicked heat. “Are you this wet for me?” He hummed lowly and your eyes clenched shut as he pumped two fingers in and out of you slowly, your moans muffled by his hand that was still over your mouth.
A jolt of pain stung through your shoulder suddenly and caused your eyes to fly open. You watched through the mirror as Bucky’s tongue swept over the bite he had placed on your shoulder as he continued to fill you with his fingers over and over. “I told you too watch,” he said and the soft noise of his digits working inside you filled the room softly. You blushed harder.
“I knew you’d be good for me,” Bucky hummed and added another finger. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” His praised enticed a whine from you and he felt your pretty pussy clench around his fingers. He smirked.
“You like it when I tell you how good you are?” He mused and his thumb connected to your clit. Your body jerked and he made sure your legs wouldn’t give as he rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as he curled his fingers just right.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his fingers brushed the gummy spot inside of you and you were thankful that his hand was over your mouth. The moan you let out was beyond sinful and had Bucky pressing his hard-on against your ass in response.
“Stay quiet,” he warned and then let go off your mouth as he slipped his fingers from between your thighs.
Bucky could see through the mirror how hazy your eyes were as you caught your breath. He gave you a wink as he licked his fingers clean, groaning softly at your taste. “C’mere,” he ordered and you instantly obeyed.
Bucky sat down on the small bench in the dressing room. He had unbuckled his belt and freed himself from his boxers. His length curving up to his abdomen as he pumped his fist over his girth, your eyes couldn’t stop watching the bit of pre-cum that leaked from his red tip. Your mouth watered at the sight.
Once you were close enough, Bucky pulled your panties down your legs and brought onto his lap. Your knees on either side of his hips as he lined his cock to your entrance.
He teased his tip up and down your folds, using your slick to coat his shaft as he pulled you into a loving kiss. “You’re going to be a good girl and stay quiet, yeah?” He hummed and you nodded your head dumbly your mind only on Bucky’s cock.
With one hand on your waist, Bucky slowly pulled you down and entered you. He eyes clenching shut as his head tipped back, he had to bite his lip from groaning loudly because you felt like heaven.
You on the other hand, clutched onto his shoulders as you felt every inch fill you slowly. He had to be the biggest you’ve ever taken and the stretch brought both pleasure and pain as you tried to contain your moans.
And once he was entirely in, his hand found the back of your head, pulling you into another kiss as you adjusted to his size. “Ride me,” he ordered and his hands grabbed your ass squeezing and earning a moan from you.
You followed his instructions and held onto his shoulder with one hand as your other hand rested on the wall behind him.
You lifted up on your knees, feeling his veiny shaft slide along your walls perfectly before going down again and stuffing yourself full once more. Your wall clenched around his girth and you began your pace. Bouncing yourself faster on his lap as each time brought you more and more pleasure.
“Looking so pretty, fucking yourself on my cock, Bunny.” He whispered the words and you felt more slick gather around his base. Bucky held onto your waist, helping your movements as he watched you. “Making a mess, you like it when I praise you, huh?” He cooed and the coil in your abdomen burned as your bounces sped up, chasing your release.
“S’big,” your eyes watered as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your thighs began to shake as your movement grew sporadic. “Feels so good, Bucky.” You whined and Bucky could have come just from that.
Your slick smeared down his balls as you continued to ride him and Bucky could hear the creaking from the bench underneath him. Fuck it.
Without hesitating, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you as he stood up, still inside you. The new angle had him sliding deeper and hitting your soft spot perfectly.
And when he moved you gasped, surprised and turned on by his strength as he fucked into you harder. “Watch,” he hummed and your eyes flickered to the mirror.
You could see your face over Bucky’s shoulder as he pressed you against the wall, bullying his cock deeper into your pussy as he brought you closer to your orgasm. “Bucky, I’m close,” you whimpered, nails digging into his back as he buried his cock into you faster.
“Cum on my cock, Baby.” He grunted and your pussy throbbed around his shaft at the thought. “Show me how good I make you feel,” his lips attached to the curve of your neck and your head tilted back, granting him more access.
It was too much, the drag of his cock hitting your gummy spot with each roll of his hips as he kissed your neck and whispered praise. It pushed you over the edge, your lips parting in a silent sob as you saw white.
You gushed around Bucky’s cock, squeezing him as he continued to rut into you, helping you through your orgasm. “That’s my girl,” he praised watching as your eyes screwed shut and your back arched in pleasure. “Fuck you look so perfect.” He cooed and his hips stuttered as you continued to clench around his shaft. “You gonna be a good girl and take my cum?” He asked you felt your head nod as you babbled a yes.
That was all Bucky needed before his cock twitched inside of you, his cum filling you up as he kept you pinned against the wall.
Once you felt your breath regulate, you felt Bucky slowly slip out of you. His head dipping down to kiss you as you felt him tug on your dress. When he pulled away, the tag for the dress was ripped and now in his hand as he fixed his slacks. He gave you another wink.
To say you hid behind Bucky as he handed the ripped tag to the cashier ten minutes later was an understatement. The cashier was probably blushing as hard as you as she rang you up, noting Bucky’s messy hair and both of your disheveled looks.
You probably won’t be able to step a foot inside that store for a while. But you can’t pay attention to that, not when Bucky leans over to you when you get in the car to head home and he tells you that if he ever catches you feeling bad about yourself again he would show you otherwise again and again and again if need be.
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A cave at the edge of a universe (Darkness pt.2)
Warnings! Flashbacks.
The day had gone by in a mixture of awkward silence and mistrustful glares, nothing you weren’t used to, of course.
Now, as the sun was setting, your bare feet dug into the still heated sand, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. The sound of silence was swirling around you, the wind carrying a salty scent.
The sea. Oh how you missed it. You remembered the days of the first sprouts of plants ever growing on the soil beneath your feet, the way Amun slipped his hand in yours, both of you running along the shore…
No. Amun was gone, he had changed, what use was to dwell in the past if it only caused you pain?
Your screwed your eyes shut, taking a deep breath and going back in the tent. You grabbed a bowl from one of the tables, pouring yourself some water for your parched throat. As you tilted the bowl, your lips pressed against the smooth ceramic carved with depictions of some pharaoh you couldn’t care less about, you felt a pair of eyes on you.
Staring at you, with a glare so sharp that it was burning the back of your head, was Seth.
“Are you just gonna keep glaring at me like that? You’ll get wrinkles.” You said, chuckling.
“You still play that game, huh?” He retorted. “Acting like you aren’t an evil god.”
You paused. Evil? Out of all the words he thought, evil was the way to describe you?
Unfair? Sure. Damned? Yeah, why not. Cursed? Go ahead! Unwanted? Unforgiven? Bring ‘em in! But evil? That didn’t sound right.
“Says the god of chaos.” You said. “At least I’m not punished to live as a demigod.”
Now it was Seth’s turn to go silent.
“You know?” He asked.
“Of course I do. I can smell it on you. Half god, half human. Such a pitiful punishment.”
“What did you just say about my punishment, you asshat?!” He snapped
“You heard me first, Weasley!” You retorted.
“…what?” He asked confused.
“Nevermind, you wouldn’t get it. What did you do to deserve that shit anyways?” You asked, putting the ceramic bowl down and tilting your hunting dog headdress back.
“I cut Osiris into pieces.” Seth said, looking away.
You paused.
One beat.
Two beats.
And then you burst out laughing.
“Fuck yeah! That green pea-looking bastard deserved it!” You managed to say between laughs.
Seth was stunned. I mean quite literally shook™️. He had no idea that someone would actually hate Osiris this much to agree with him.
“Really?” He asked.
“Of course! That dude is wayyyyy too obsessive for his own good. He didn’t do anything to you, right?” Your expression turned serious at the end. “Right?”
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“HE DID WHAT?!” You gasped. “Oh you poor thing…” you extended your hand out to Seth, wrapping it around his shoulders comfortingly.
The way his head rested against your chest, it felt just like-
“Am-heh! Wait up!” Ra called out, running after you. “Slow down, love.” He whispered, trailing kisses on your skin as soon as he reached you.
“And if I don’t?” You teased.
“Then I might just make sure you can’t run away.” He winked.
“Oh? And how is that?” You inched closer, your faces inches apart.
“We’ll find out tonight, won’t we?” He teased, before turning into his female form, guiding your hands to her waist. “You won’t run away from me, right?”
“Never.” You sealed her lips.
-no. Not again. You pulled yourself together, ignoring the throbbing pain at the back of your head. Amun-Ra was gone. She wasn’t the same anymore. Now she was just Ra, goddess of the sun. Not your dear Amun. Once the love of your life, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you created the stars, embroidering the sky with their light, or creating the fabric of the Nile from your cloak of darkness. They weren’t the same. They would never be. Never again.
“You still don’t trust me?” You teased Seth a little bit.
“Maybe a little.” He replied, snuggling against your chest, his breath so deep that you were surprised he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.
Yet one thing couldn’t escape your mind as sleep began closing in on the both of you, as you laid face-up on the bed. The familiar rocks, the darkness surrounding you, the cool breeze seeping in your bones…. Something was calling out to you. And you knew where it was hiding.
In a cave at the edge of the universe, at the end and beginning of time, somewhere where the clock is pointing at the 25th hour, and no ticking will ever be heard. Somewhere where your memories will haunt you forever.
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Hey guys! I've been sick lately so I'm back with a short part for Ghosts that We Knew. Reader gets sick and attempts to make tea. Ghost encourages reader to do it right lol
No warnings, tried to make this one a little funnier, more light hearted.
Taglist: @stargatenovus
Ghosts that We Knew 7- tea...you're doing it wrong...
You loved your little girl. You lived for her, quite literally. She was your world, your reason to keep going. And when the poor girl was sick, you made it your whole life to make sure she got better.
Even at the cost of your own health.
Kids were kids, and someone was always gonna wind up going to school sick, spreading it to everyone. But sickness travels, and just as Ellie was getting much better after a bad cold, you were knocked on your ass. Coughing, sore throat, the whole thing, you got it. Thankfully it wasn't as life threatening as it was after you had your transplant. You were paranoid about illness and the like for a year after the surgery. Thankfully you had a strong immune system and took precautions as much as you could. Nowadays you were a lot less paranoid, with the possibility of organ rejection (mostly) eliminated.
Regardless, you felt like crap now. You had the whole package, and now couldn't safely work on orders, which royally sucked. Ghost was thankful those days were behind him, the one benefit to being dead. The one thing he didn't miss.
He watched as you entered the kitchen, blanket wrapped around your shoulders and in your most comfortable pajamas. He observed only a moment as you struggled to open a nearby cabinet to grab a mug and he knew exactly what you were about to do.
And you were about to do it wrong.
Again.
You grabbed out a box of fruity tea bags, clearing your throat a bit to try and ease the scratchy feeling in it. You grabbed out a peach bag and set it in the mug. Absent-minded, you filled the cup with water most of the way and, to Ghost's dismay, put it in the microwave.
Again.
No, no, no! He was NOT going to stand for this! He understood you were sick but there was no need to ruin tea like that. The microwave stopped suddenly and you looked around.
"Ghost…I swear to God if that's you" you tried to reset the microwave but a cold blast grabbed your hand, "Dude! Seriously?! Of all things, you're gonna have a stick up your ectoplasmic ass about this?!".
No response. Then you remembered that he had used a lot of energy to interact with you a short time ago. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
"Hold on, let me go grab my phone…" you peeled off into the bedroom to go get it so you two could properly communicate.
Ghost waited for you, keeping close to the accursed microwave. You were making your tea wrong and he needed to make you see the error of your ways. Sick or not, there was no excuse in his eyes.
"Alright…what's got you in a tizzy now?".
Tea. Wrong.
"What?"
Make.
"Seriously? There's no right or wrong way to make tea! Dude cmon my throat is killing me and the heat would help".
Kettle.
"Ghost…I'm not playing this game. Stop disabling my microwave and just let me do this-"
The lights began to flicker, electronics going a bit haywire. Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose.
"Alright! I'll do it in the damn kettle…fucking Brits I swear…"
Soap.
Well that was random. It took you by surprise as you turned to your phone.
"Soap? Dude, it's clean, I promise. Or are you saying I need soap? Eh…not gonna lie a shower might actually do me some good. I'll think about that".
He still wondered about his old teammates. Did they still think of him? He hadn't seen Johnny in years, about three…maybe four at this point. He wondered how the sergeant had changed. Was he still the fun loving, carefree friend that he somewhat envied? Did he still have a heart for others? Ghost always thought that was a rare thing. He shook his head, no point in dwelling on the past or what could be. You and Ellie were his priority now. And it wasn't like anyone had made him one before everything went to hell…
"I am not about to put milk in this. It comes out clumpy if I do" your voice pulled him back like an alarm.
Cream.
"I can't add anything but sugar to this. It'll get clumpy and gross. Don't want that" you argued, "if it was a different tea then yeah definitely".
Kind?
"What kind am I making? Peach. Peach and raspberry are my favorites" you told him.
Lavender.
"Lavender tea? Are you kidding? That stuff tastes like soap…" you stuck your tongue out in disgust.
Smell.
"Eh…I guess the smell is okay. I like the smell of actual Lavender rather than the artificial crap they put out".
He couldn't argue that. In life he thought the smell of lavender was too strong. It was even worse now as a ghost, with his advanced smell and all.
You had gotten out a new cup and tea bag and waited with the blanket still wrapped around yourself as the kettle finally went off. You rolled your eyes.
"Another reason I hate doing that" you moved it to the other side of the stove, "hate loud high pitched noises".
Nonetheless, you put some sugar in the cup. Ghost counted at least five, a bit much in his opinion, but he wasn't about to judge. He had made your life difficult enough already.
"Did it your way. Are you happy now?" You asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Yes.
"Good, cause I'm never doing that again".
We'll see…
This totally means he intends to "train" you on making your tea right. This was based on a conversation I had with my sister the other day and she thought it was hysterical. Anyway, being sick sucks and I hope yall are okay.
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Chapter fifteen: Keep the Wolves Away —✧
Series masterlist
Chapter Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of suicide attempt, heavy stuff guys tread lightly
Authors note: I’m not gonna lie this chapters kinda heavy. Enjoy guys, we’re almost at the end!
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It was a lot more peaceful in the mountains at nighttime. You’d hear the occasional howl from the wolves, or the sound of running water from the river just a few yards from the cabin. But Kenny realized that the peacefulness was very soothing, like a breath of fresh air from the normally loud nature of our friend group. Not that he didn’t love our friend group, he did. He just appreciated the silence a little bit more because of it.
Kenny had wondered off late at night, or morning you could say, to go and smoke out by the bridge above the river. He wanted to be surrounded by the quiet. Instead he was met with a sight that was anything but peaceful.
“Hey! Hey! What are you doing out there!” He yelled, noticing the silohoure of a figure standing by the edge of the bridge.
“Kenny?” The voice called. Kenny rubbed his eyes, trying to determine wether he actually saw who stood infront of him or if his weed may have been laced.
“Cartman? What the fuck dude?” Kenny called out, coming closer to Cartman who stepped back at the sight of Kenny.
“Kenny go back to the cabin.” He said softly, holding his hands out in a calm manner. Kenny shook his head, his expression getting angrier and less patient.
“No, what the hell are you doing at the edge of a bridge at, 3 fucking am?!” He yelled, and Cartman shook his head, sighing.
“It’s nothing Kenny, just go back to the cabin.”
“I’m not going back.” Kenny said, crossing his arms angrily.
“Really Kenny I just..” Cartman said, stepping back slowly.
“Get away from the edge Cartman!” Kenny shouted, as Cartman’s leg slipped back. “Fuck!” Kenny shouted, running over to where he was. Eric’s hand was stuck in the fence on the bridge's edge. Kenny grabbed his arm, grunting as he attempted to pull him back up.
“Jesus, why are you so goddamn heavy!” Kenny shouted, tears now streaming down Eric’s face as he hung off the edge.
“Just let me go Kenny!” Eric shouted, making Kenny feel his heart drop.
“Stop saying that Eric, it’s not funny!” Kenny shouted back, finally pulling Cartman far enough up to keep him safe. However, in the heat of the moment, the momentum from Cartman being brought up knocked Kenny over the edge.
“Kenny!” Cartman shouted, running to the edge to see Kenny at the bottom. He struggled to pull out his phone while climbing down the side, meeting where Kenny had fallen at the bottom. He grabbed him, pulling him out onto a patch of grass as he dialed a number in the phone. “Holy shit, oh my god. Oh fuck.”
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“What do you want fatass?” Kyle asked, pulling out his phone to answer Cartman’s 8th call. He was extremely annoyed with the boys constant calls, in fear it would wake up Juno who had finally just gotten to sleep after a long night of vomiting and discomfort.
“Kyle please..” Eric sobbed, causing Kyle to sit up once noticing the urgency.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, Cartman trying to contain himself on the other end.
“Please, I’d never ask you for anything but this again.” Cartman cried. Kyle got out of bed carefully, sending me one last glance before walking out into the hall.
“Cartman what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice much more kind then when he had answered.
“It’s Kenny he, oh god, he’s still breathing just, I don’t know if he’s conscious.” He rambled, unable to catch his breath from how panicked he was.
“Cartman it’s 4 in the morning, what are you two doing?” Kyle asked, whispering to not wake anyone else up.
“Please just come here now, and call ambulance please!” Cartman yelled, hanging up the phone before sending Kyle his location.
Kyle wasn’t even entirely sure what was wrong, but the thought of Kenny being unconscious made his chest feel heavy. He threw in the first pair of slippers he found, hoping Tweek wouldn’t freak out once seeing his slippers where gone, and ran to the car. It was only a bit away from the cabin, but Kyle was to panicked to think.
“What the hell?” Kyle yelled, getting out of the car to see Cartman holding onto Kenny below the bridge. He struggled to get down over the side, running to Kenny’s side when he got there.
“Kyle, please!” Cartman shouted, making Kyle gesture urgently.
“I called the ambulance, they’re in their way. What happened?”
“I was out on the bridge and then, I slipped and he caught me but he fell..he’s been slipping in and out ever since.” Cartman explained, causing Kyle to sigh as he pulled Kenny into his lap.
“Fuck… Kenny can you hear me?” Kyle called, shaking him slightly.
“Kyle?”
Kyle flinched when he looked down, seeing the cuts and bruises scattered over Kenny’s body.
“Yeah Ken it’s me, can you breathe okay?” Kyle asked, but Kenny didn’t answer. He shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks.
“Please, please I don’t wanna die for real this time.” Kenny sobbed, making Kyle’s heart ache at his broken voice.
“It’s okay Kenny, you’re not gonna die..”
“I won’t wake up this time, it won’t go back to normal this time please, I’m afraid.” Kenny continued to plead, looking down at his body with fear.
“It’s okay Ken. You’re talking crazy just try to breathe.” Kyle reassured.
“I’m so scared, it hurts, I don’t want to die.” Tears were now streaming down Kenny’s face violently, as ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance.
“You hear that? That’s the sirens. You’re gonna be okay.” Kyle reassured, sending Cartman to go and wave the ambulance down.
“I’m scaredd…I..” Kenny’s eyes began to shut, open again, then shut once again. Kyle could feel tears in his eyes.
“Kenny? No, no no Kenny c’mon keep your eyes open. Come onn…no! Listen to my voice.” Kyle yelled, shaking Kenny aggressively to get him to wake up.
“They’re down here!” One of the officers called, bringing a group of men who came down and lifted Kenny up and into the stretcher.
“Please, my friends he..”
“Your friend is in good hands.” The officer annoucned.
“We need a extra hands pronto!”
“Are you alright sir are you injured?” They asked Kyle, who shakes his head in response, looking at his now bloodied pajamas.
“I’m fine, the blood isn’t mine.”
“We better take this one, his blood pressure scarily low and it seems he’s dislocated an arm.” They said, turning to Eric who shook his head.
“I’m fine.” He replied snappily, making Kyle sigh.
“Cartman don’t fight with the paramedics please, it’s not the time.” He lectured, which made Eric nod.
“Okay.”
“I’ll call your mom Cartman..”
“No! No, it’s fine, I’m fine, she doesn’t need to be worried. God knows how much trouble I be in, chicks and I right?” Eric yelled, making Kyle furrow his eyebrows confused as they all made their way to the ambulance.
“Okay..hey, wait! I want to come too.” Kyle said, moving in to where they had brought Kenny.
“Are you family?”
Kyle nodded, rubbing his forehead with frustration.
“Yeah..yeah we’re family.”
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I had quickly made my way to the hospital once Kyle had called, we had to wait until the next morning but we went nonetheless. We both stopped in Cartman’s room forst to check up on him, and now it was my turn to split and check up on Kenny.
“I’m gonna go see Kenny.” I said, kissing Kyle’s cheek as I pulled away from his grasp.
“Okay love, be careful. You know the doctor said no more stress because you could…” He said sternly, making me roll my eyes as I called back, walking to the door.
“I know, I know.” I mumbled, making myself chuckle playfully.
“I love you!” He called out, making me blow him a kiss.
“I love you too!” I yelled back, before leaving and closing the door. Kyle sighed, turning to smile slightly at Eric.
“Hey.” Kyle said quietly, making Eric smile at him.
“So with Juno, everything okay with..” Eric tried to stall, hoping he could ignore the dreaded lecture from Kyle, but the angry look on his face said otherwise.
“Cut the crap Cartman.” Kyle hissed, making Eric look down was he pressed his lips together.
“Yeah. Yeah okay.” Eric mumbled, trying his hardest to avoid Kyle’s eye contact.
“You know that was a really, awful thing you did.” Kyle said angrily, gritting his teeth as he glared at Eric.
“I know.”
“Kenny could’ve died!” He shouted, not letting Eric keep talking. The room was dead silent, the only noise being the ticking of the fan from above the bed.
“He wasn’t supposed to be there.” Eric said quietly, still not looking up at Kyle, who had let his hands fall to his sides, showing just how angry he was.
“Well thank fucking God he was huh? You could’ve died!” Kyle shouted again, and Eric sighed.
“I know.”
“What the hell would have possessed you to get that close to the edge of the bridge?” Kyle snapped, making Eric sigh, finally looking up at the flaming angry expression left on his face.
“Look, it’s really not something I need to get into okay? Kenny’s fine, I’m fine, we’re all fine.”
“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you were trying to play there Cartman! Kenny’s in the hospital, he’s in a lot of pain. He almost died, and you seem like you couldn’t care at all that it’s your fault!” Kyle continued to yell, making Eric get angry now.
“I know it’s my fault goddamn it!” Eric yelled, causing Kyle to recoil slightly, shocked Eric would get so angry. “Kenny shouldn’t even have been there! I should’ve just gone over the edge like I was supposed to but the bastard had to save me!” Eric yelled, now making Kyle go quiet.
“What?”
He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. What do you say when your friend tells you something like that?
“I don’t think I have to explain further exactly what I was doing at that bridge.” Eric said, quieter this time.
It was quiet again. Kyle stared holes into the side of Eric’s face as he looked up at the ceiling. A few tears left Eric’s cheeks. It was true that Kyle and Eric had the worst rivalry in all of South Park. They hated each other. So much so that they had to be split up in classes to prevent further outbursts. But Kyle didn’t actually hate Eric, and Eric didn’t actually hate Kyle. He didn’t know why he was admitting this to Kyle, maybe it was because he was so mad it just came out. Or maybe, after all the fighting they had, Eric realized that Kyle and him had been through the most bullshit since he was alive. Maybe he knew Kyle would understand. Or maybe he just needed to tell someone, and hoped Kyle hated him enough to let it be. Kyle wasn’t sure why either, but he did know one thing. Eric Cartman would not kill himself, Kyle wasn’t gonna let that happen.
“This is serious dude, you have to tell somebody.” Kyle said softly, his enter demeanor changing.
“I just told you, didn't I?” Eric said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Kyle sighed instead, choosing to ignore the sarcasm dripping off Eric’s tongue.
“Yeah but, I mean someone who can help. Does your mom know?”
“No. And she doesn’t need to know. She’s going through enough right now.” Eric said, shaking his head as he clutched his forehead with frustration.
“Dude, I know we get at each other's throats a lot but you know I’m always here for you.”
“Yeah, yeah I know.”
“Hey, I’m right here talking to you now, right? No yelling. Just talking.” Kyle said, smiling kindly at Eric, who smiled back.
“Yeah, talking. It’s nice.” Eric said as he nodded. Kyle sighed, shaking his head as he frowned.
“I don’t want you to die Cartman, you’re my friend.” Kyle couldn’t help but get choked up at the thought.
“I thought you hated me.” Eric said with a chuckle, making Kyle scoff.
“I never hated you, I hated the things you said. That doesn’t mean I want you to die. And I sure as hell know Juno doesn’t.” Kyle said. The mention of her name made Eric smile.
“Kyle?”
“Yeah Cartman?”
“My mom has cancer.” Eric said, so quiet he had hoped no one could hear him. But Kyle did, Eric could tell he did by the way his eyes softened. “And, well, they don’t think she’s gonna survive. And if she doesn’t, I don’t know if I will either.”
—✧
I’m not sure when it was that Kenny and I became, Kenny and Juno. It was some time around kindergarten, when I offered him some of my lunch on our second day. Ever since he had cling to me, and I to him. We partnered together for everything, so much so even Stan started to get jealous. Something to do with our friendship, something which had sealed us in time forever, must have been when we were in 4th grade. Kenny and his family had been put into foster care after their parents had been taken. It was around the time that Kenny and I first started discovering his unkillable quality. See, growing up, I was the only person who remembered Kenny dying. Every single death. For some reason, knowing that much about a person seals your friendship forever.
“Jesus…what are you still doing here June?” Kenny asked, sitting up slightly in his spot, waking me up from where I had been napping leant against his hospital bed.
“Huh?” I mummbled, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes as I sat up.
“Its fucking, 3 in the morning how have they not kicked you out yet?” He asked, making me smirk proudly.
“What, you’re not happy to see me?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.
“Do I even wanna know how you managed to stay?”
“Probably not.” He chuckled x before sighing as he gestured to me disappointedly.
“You should be at home Juno, you’re pregnant and on bed rest. This stress isn’t good for you.” Kenny said, resting a weak hand on my stomach. He smiled slightly when feeling the baby place a kick against his hand.
“Well I would be even more stressed at home and not next to you.” I said, smiling as I grabbed his hand. He smiled back, it was a weak smile but a smile nonetheless. “Besides, you’re not allowed to die before you're the godfather to my child. They’re gonna need an uncle Kenny if they’re gonna survive. I’m gonna need an uncle Kenny.” He sighed, shaking his head.
“Come on, you know I’d probably be back. I mean how much do we really trust that Katullo actually rid me of my power.” He teased, making me shake my head, my facial expression quickly dropping at the memory of the god.
“That doesn’t settle knowing you’ll be in pain. Just you wait til I give birth to this thing, you’ll be the one remembering my pain, see how I feel.” I remarked, making him chuckle.
“I don’t think that’s a very legitimate threat.”
“Totally is…they said you can come home tomorrow.”
“Sweet.” He cheered, fist bumping me.
“You managed to break your arm, fracture your shoulder and sprain an ankle. The rest of your injuries are a few bruises and some rough cuts that will heal soon enough. Got that sick new scar across the bridge of your nose though.” I explained, tracing his new scar carefully with my fingers. He nodded his head, looking at his reflection proudly.
“Cool.”
“Don’t worry though, you get to be my practice dummy for feeding this thing.” I teased, pointing to my bump, referring to the fact that I would be spoon feeding him until his arms healed.
“Ew, Juno I love you and all but I don’t know how Kyle would feel about me sucking your boobs.” He teased, earning a light shove from me as he laughed loudly.
“Not that you pervert! I mean I can help hand feed you til your arm heals.”
“How lovely.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.
“I talked to your parents about it, they’re gonna let me stay with you for a week or two to help you get back on your feet.” I explained, making Kenny shake his head defiantly.
“Juno you can’t do that.” He said, making me shake my head, letting Kenny know it’s no trouble for me to help him.
“No, it’s okay really. Kyle’s okay with it, and the doctor said I need to move around a bit more anyway. Besides, I’m bringing food from home so I can cook for you and your family.”
I could hear him sigh at the thought. I had known food and money was always rough for Kenny and his family. Anytime I would stay over I would always bring something along with me to help support them. Kenny always detested, but appreciated my care for his family nonetheless.
“What if you go into early labor at my house?” He joked, making me scoff.
“Would you chill? You’re my best friend Kenny, I’m not about to not take care of you. Besides, Karen said she’ll let me sleep in her room, so I can have sleepovers with my best girlfriend.” I said happily, smiling back at Kenny at the mention of his sister. He smiled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it as much as he could with his weak arms.
“You know, you’re gonna be a great mom Juno.” He said kindly, making me rub my thumb gently against the back of his hand.
“Thanks Ken, that means a lot.”
“Where would I be without you?” He asked, making me shrug.
“Dead probably.”
“Yup, again and again and again..” he teased, making me push him as he chuckled loudly at my aggrivation. It was true, there was something to be said between a pregnant teen and her Kenny. It’s a funny thing really, the concept of soulmates. You always think of them as someone you’re meant to love romantically for the rest of your life in every universe. But I know for a fact that Kenny McCormick is my soulmate. And it may not be romantically, but I would love him forever.
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Sweet Escape
Eddie Munson x Female Reader
While hanging out with your best friends —Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington — during their shift at Family Video, you’re good friend and local drug dealer, Eddie Munson calls the video store trying to get a hold of you to try and new strain he was looking to sell. Intoxicated thoughts lead you to make a move on Eddie and cause you to panic, scared it’ll ruin the friendship forever.
genre - eddie x female reader / friends to lovers
word count - 4913
warnings - explicit language / smut (eventually) / high talks with eddie / use of marijuana/ Angsty eddie / SLIGHT STEVE ACTION
Part One
-•-
You were at the video store, hanging out with Robin and Steve as it was a quiet Sunday shift for the both of them. There was one other customer in the store, a girl around your age, just trying to pick a movie for the night but Steve was pestering her and trying to make a move.
"I would personally go with something romantic if you're going to have a movie night with your boyfriend." Steve suggested
"Oh I don't have a boyfriend."
Steve's eyebrows raised "Oh! I'm so sorry, I mean, I just kinda figured considering there's no way a girl as beautiful as you could be single."
You rolled your eyes, looking over at Robin "Yo, I'm not even gunna talk to you right now, I'm just going to look at you because I simply cannot watch this fucking train wreck anymore."
Robin laughed at you, "This is what I have to deal with daily."
"Like do any of these pick up lines actually work? Or is he just waisting his time and embarrassing himself?"
You looked over your shoulder to see Steve still blowing it with the cute girl as Robin answered. "You would think that rejection after rejection he would get the hint."
"It's girls night, we just don't know what to watch. We all like different genres."
You look back at Robin "You're an employee here, why don't you go over and save that poor girl."
She shrugged "Steve will kill me if I ever intervene. He thinks he has it all handled."
"I would recommend footloose." Steve showed the girl the VHS tape "It's romantic, and funny, entertaining."
"Yeah it's a great movie, we watched it last week." the girl kept trying to walk away from Steve but he kept on trying to recommend different movies while throwing in an occasional pick up line here and there.
You shook your head and walked up to the girl "Hi, I’m so sorry about my friend Steve, he's not the best at movie recommendations but if you ask me, I think you should go with Carrie. I mean it's the first weekend of October, it's getting colder outside and halloween is only a couple weeks away. It's a classic too." You picked it up and handed it to her.
"Hmm, yeah, I think this would be perfect. Thank you." She smiled kindly at you, making steve scoff.
"It's no worries."
The phone in the store started ringing and Robin answered as you continued chatting with the girl. "Again, I apologize about Steve. He's usually better at the whole flirting thing but to be honest with you, I think he got a little flustered because of how beautiful you are."
Her cheeks heated up as she looked over your shoulder at Steve "Really?"
"Yeah," you smiled softly "I'll tell you what, I’ll cover the movie rental in exchange for your number for dear old Steve here." You patted his shoulder "I mean cmon, he's a good looking dude! Just look at that hair."
She debated it for a while but decided to give in "Sure, why not. You got a pen and paper?"
You nodded with a wide smile "I'll be right back." You patted Steve on the back harshly "You're welcome, Harrington."
You walked over to the checkout and grabbed a pen "Eddie the freak is on the phone." Robin smiled "He's looking for you." she slid the phone towards you.
"Sup Ed's?"
"Nothing much rockstar, what's up with you?" he asked on the other end
"Helping Harrington out." You said, looking around for paper
"Ohhhh dude, is he blowing it with another chick?"
"Bombing it. So fucking hard. I have to pay for the chicks rental movie in exchange for her number. I couldn't bear to see Harrington get rejected by the fourth girl this week."
He laughed loudly on the other end. "Wouldn't expect anything less from him honestly, considering all the stories you've told me about him."
You found a piece of paper and rushed to the girl, smiling at her as she thanked you.
You started walking back towards the counter "Yeah well, he owes me if he gets laid." you said lowly "What's up though? Why'd you call me here out of all places?"
"Well, I called your place but your parents told me you were out and I just assumed you were over there. I wanna chill with you, it's been ages."
"Eddie it's been like, three days."
"Yeah, exactly. Ages."
You couldn't help but giggle like a school girl at him "Well, what would you wanna do tonight then?"
"Sesh at my place? I got new weed I think you'd enjoy. New and hot on the market."
"Sure, you need me to bring anything?"
You watched Steve and the girl say their goodbyes as she kissed him on the cheek before walking out of the store.
"Nah, just your pretty little self."
Your cheeks became rosy as you smiled "Yeah whatever Eddie, I’ll see you later alright?"
"Okay, bye rockstar."
"Bye." you hung up the phone and handed it to Robin.
"Don't even think about it, Y/n." Robin warned, grabbing the phone from you.
"What?" You questioned
"Don't even think about getting involved with that." she motioned to the phone "I like him and all but if you get involved with him, you'll be the laughing stock of the school and I personally don't care about all that popularity bull shit but I care about you, and if you start hooking up with him and people find out, you will be severely bullied and I can't just stand back and watch." she rambled on.
"Y/n, thank you so much." Steve walked up to you, giving you a fist bump.
"My pleasure my friend."
Robins eyes widened "Hey! If you wanna get laid so bad why don't you and Steve hook up?"
"WHAT?!”
"NO FUCKING WAY!"
you both screeched in her face.
"Think about it. Steve is desperate as hell and you're hot sooooo, I don't really see the issue here."
Steve raised an eyebrow at you "I mean... she has a point."
"Ew! Steve- okay no! We're not doing this." you huffed at the both of them
Steve looked over at Robin "I'm confused, why are you trying to peer pressure us to have sex?"
"Because she's going to have sex with Eddie tonight."
Steves mouth hung open as Robin walked away from the counter to the front of the store to fix inventory. "NO FUCKING WAY ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO THE FREAKS TRAILER TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM."
"Can you shut the fuck up!" you groaned, hitting his shoulder harshly "Honestly Steve, Im gunna knock you on your ass if you don't pipe the fuck down." You grabbed your keys from behind the desk, getting ready to leave "I'm not going over to fuck Eddie, even if i was, who cares?"
"y/n... he's a freak."
"He's sweet."
"He's weird."
"He's kind. Im not having this conversation with you anymore, Steve." you huffed.
"No cause now i'm offended. You're saying ew to having sex with me? What's wrong with me?" He asked, baffled at the fact you apparently didn't find him attractive.
"Nothings wrong with you, Steve, you're a good looking guy." you scoffed "Why are you acting as if you don't think you're the hottest guy in school?"
"Do you think I’m hot?"
Your cheeks heated up instantly, not knowing how to answer truthfully without flattering him too much.
He snickered and looked at Robin "She thinks I'm hot."
You rolled your eyes "Eddie is hot, I’ll admit that to you." you gave him a new topic to focus on.
His eyes widened as you started walking towards the door "So you do wanna fuck him?"
"Peace Robin." you gave her a peace sign "Fuck you, Steve." you used the same hand and flipped off Steve behind you.
You left "Family Video" and got into your car, seeing that the sun was already setting. You always kept your bong and all the smoking essentials in your car, hidden in the trunk so your parents didn't find it in your room while you weren't home.
You pulled into the trailer parked and parked right beside Eddie's van. You grabbed you backpack that had all of the stuff you needed and headed up to the door, knocking on it softly. The door opened and Eddie smiled at you "Hey sweetheart."
"Hi." you smiled softly, cheeks starting to get rosy from the chilly night air.
Eddie smiled at you shyly before opening the door further and stepping aside to let you in "M'lady," he ushered you in.
You walked in and you looked at him as he closed the door behind you. You took off your oversized leather jacket and pointed towards his room. He nodded and you walked to his room quickly. He followed behind you and closed his bedroom door and looked at you "Here, Ill take your jacket."
You passed it over to him as he hung it up in his closet. You sat on the edge of his bed as he went over to open his little window.
"How was your day?" he asked, grabbing his grinder and grinding up his new flower for you to try.
"It was good." you nodded, opening your bag and grabbing your bong and filling it up with water you brought.
"How's Harrington and that girl? Robin?" He asked, unsure if he got it right or not. You nodded with a small smile. He snapped his fingers and smiled back "Robin. Was it fun?"
"It was. She asked me if I wanted to have sex with Steve." The room went silent as you both packed your tokes. He tried to stifle a laugh but failed to do so when he busted out into laughter.
"I CANT IMAGINE YOU HAVING VANILLA BORING SEX WITH STEVE HARRINGTON"
"Who said he's vanilla?" You asked as you bursted out into laughter as well
"He gives me the vibe, Y/n! I can just tell he only knows how to boring fuck."
"Hey," your laughter started to die down "I know I bully Harrington but it's all in good fun. He's one of my best friends, I feel like I’ve known him forever."
"I know, I know... but do you think he's kinky? Be honest."
You stared at Eddie, holding back your laughter "No. I don't."
"See!" he laughed more, causing you to burst into laughter with him. As soon as he heard your laugh, he laughed even harder. He found your laugh so contagious and he loved it.
He sat beside you on the bed, both of your laughter dying down as he passed you a lighter. You took it from him, your hands lingering more than needed. He looked down at them as you finally pulled the lighter out of his grasp. He grabbed his own lighter as he sparked it "Cheers."
You held up your lighter, only pressing down on the red button, avoiding the spark wheel. His lighter lit yours and you smoked your first bowl of the night together.
You both blew out the smoke as you coughed a little "Shit." you coughed into your elbow. Eddie rushed up to grab a glass of water from this tiny kitchen, bringing it to you once he finished grabbing water from the tap.
"Thank you." you said through tiny coughs, taking a sip of water. You already felt the high starting to hit. You relaxed your muscles as you looked down at your bong "Would it be crazy to ask you if you wanna rip another?"
He smirked at you, plopping back down on his bed, sitting beside you. "No, not crazy at all." he started packing his toke and you followed his lead, he pulled out his lighter and was about to take it when you stopped him.
"Wait, wait, wait." you rushed
he gave you a confused expression, wondering why you were stopping him. Your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment as you looked up at him and asked
"Can I light it for you?"
fuck
He felt himself get hard. So pathetic. You have literally never once gave him a signal that you liked him or wanted to fuck him or anything. He was just Eddie, your good friend Eddie. He was Eddie the freak, Eddie the drug dealer, Eddie the dude you sesh with, he wasn't anything special to you and he knew that but to be honest, he didn't even really care that much, as long as it kept you around.
"Of course you can light it for me."
You smiled wide and started lighting up his toke, he inhaled all the smoke as you pulled up the bowl piece slightly after he cleared it. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and smiled at you "I'm going to pack yours and light it if you don't mind."
He put down his bong and picked yours up instead.
You nodded as you watched him pack your bowl piece, he was packing it nice and tight. You loved smoking weed, it was no secret to the people around you. You never went to work or school high, you were more responsible then that, you only did it after school or on the weekends when you didn't work part time.
When you're alone, your head gets into a really dark place, where you can't stop thinking about your depression and anxiety, where you overthink every little thing that you did that day. Weed turned your brain into mush and you liked that, it refrained you from thinking too much, it made you laugh over the dumb shit in the world and most importantly, it made you eat and sleep.
"Eddie I can't smoke a bowl that big."
you saw him pack the bowl piece to the brim. Even though you loved weed, you couldn't smoke that much of it at once because you were scared of coughing and greening out. When a person greens out from a big toke like that, they become sick and throw up a lot. It happened to you before, you were trying to impress eddie the first time you smoked together and it back fired. You were throwing up in his toilet for a while, you were expecting him to just leave you alone to do your thing but he ran into the bathroom with you and held up your hair, rubbed your back and made sure you were.
"Yes you can, I know you can." he said softly, passing the bong over to you. "I know you can clear this, rockstar." he pulled out his lighter and grinned at you "Whenever your ready."
You inhaled and exhaled, clearing your lungs of any sort of air so you could inhale as much as possible. He started lighting it, watching the bowl piece starting to clear "Atta girl, keep going, you got this." he said lowly. You cleared it right after his reassuring words, he lifted the bowl piece as you blew out a cloud of smoke that was once in your lungs. You started coughing slightly, he took the bong from you and put it on the floor, rubbing your back.
“You killed that, I told you, you could do it.”
You looked over at him and he started busting out into fits of laugher "Whaaaaat?" you whined, hitting him "Shut up what's so funny?"
"BRO YOU'RE SO HIGH! THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!"
You were too stoned to even care, you started laughing with him, holding your stomachs as you laughed loudly. "Fuck." he wiped his tears away "Let's listen to some music." he walked over to his turntable, grabbing different records, "Any requests, M'lady?"
"Dynasty by Kiss." you answered.
When you said you wanted to listen to Kiss, he wanted to fuck you right then and there. How were you so perfect?
"I was made for lovin' you" starts playing from the speakers. He walked back to his bed to lay down, the song playing lowly in the background "Do you need to lay down?" He asked you as you were spaced out "Y/n?"
You didn't even blink when he was talking to you. "Y/n?" he shook you, causing your full attention to be back on him
"What? I'm so sorry I was just zoned the fuck out." you apologized
He laughed softly "It's okay, you were probably just daydreaming about Harrington."
"That's not true." you huffed, laying beside him in bed "Not true at all."
"Okay so you're saying you've never once thought about fucking Harrington?" he teased you "For some reason I think you're lying."
You stared at him and huffed "If I just admit it to you, will you leave me be?" You asked and he nodded "I thought about it a lot in freshman year, I mean, we've been friends for a long time, I always thought I was going to lose my virginity to him. I think I was just horny and hormonal because I would rather die then have sex with Steve."
"Who'd you lose it to?"
"You don't want to know."
His eyes lit up like a christmas tree "Ohhh its bad then if you wont tell me. Cmon, who'd you fuck?"
"It's really not important."
"Y/n I wont tell anyone, I'm just dying to know now."
You took a deep breath and looked over at him, ashamed to say the truth. "Jason Carver."
His eyes went so wide you thought they were going to pop out of his head "WHAT THE FUCK." he shot up and started pacing around the room "NO FUCKING WAY! Y/n you're straight up lying."
"I swear I’m not."
He rubbed his temples with a goofy smile on his face "I cannot believe this. So all of those rumours he started about you... you giving him head and fucking you in the movie theatre bathroom-"
"True."
"Bro, what the fuck."
You sighed and sat up, facing him "Yeah it was before he was a dickhead. It's not like anyone really believed him anyway, except for the cheerleaders and the rest of the basketball weirdos, which i'll take any day over the whole entire school thinking it's true."
"Was it bad?" he says next to you on the bed again
"Horrible. He said he was a pro and honestly I believed it because of how many chicks he slept with before Chrissy. But oh my god Eddie it was terrible, he didn't know the spots, he didn't know where the clit was for fuck sake and he later about 3 minutes tops."
"My mind is fucking blown." he said, chuckling to himself. The two of you sat in silence for a minute before you spoke up.
"Are you going to look at me differently now because you know the truth?"
You sounded so scared, and upset, like you were about to burst into tears "The only people that know the truth are Chrissy and Robin. That's why Chrissy broke up with him. Please don't tell a soul Eddie, I mean it."
"I promise I won't tell anyone, Y/n." he said sadly, wrapping his arm around you and moving closer. You laid your head on his shoulder, his arm moved down from around your shoulder to down to your waist, bringing your body closer to his.
"I know I’m only in high school, but, there's not one person in this shitty town that could make me happy in a relationship with them. It's not like I'm in any rush to be dating someone but, no one gives me a second glance."
"Y/n that's fucking bull shit. Do you know how many guys I know who would jump off the face of the earth just to kiss you?" You sat back up straight, looking into his big brown eyes.
"Really?" You asked
"Yeah..." he whispered, noticing how close you were. He looked down at your lips for a second just to look back into your glossy eyes. "I mean cmon, rockstar. You know you're hot as fuck." he kept his arm around your waist, wanting to bring your body even closer to his. He saw your cheeks become red, along with your ears heating up in embarrassment. "Y/n, look at yourself. You're so fucking perfect it drives me fucking insane, it drives everyone insane. Not only are you attractive you're just so sweet, and fucking funny, and so selfless. How could anyone not look at you?"
You didn't know why you did it... maybe it was his sweet words or that you were too intoxicated to think, but you pressed his lips onto his, cupping his face to deepen the kiss. He brought both of his hands to your waist, pulling you even closer to him, to the point where you were basically straddling him.
You quickly pulled away before the kiss got more intense. "I-I... fuck sake." you mumbled and got up, grabbing your things quickly, not bothering to poor your bong either, you were too scared that eddie would hate you for what you just did that you didn't care that the neighbours would see. "I'm sorry, Eddie."
You say as you rushed out of the trailer. He sat on his bed, absolutely dumbfounded at the fact that a) you kissed him, b) you just straight up left his place and c) that he didn't run after you until he realized you were long gone.
"Holy shit."
-•-
You sat in the cafeteria during lunch with Robin, avoiding Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club like the plague. "I still can't believe that happened last night and I still can't believe you walked from his trailer to my house." Robin spoke up
"I was way too high to drive so it's either walk or car accident."
The rest of the Hellfire Club already sat at their usual table, Eddie joining them with his lunch. They boys were wondering why you weren't at the lunch table with them today, pressing Eddie with a bunch of questions.
"I don't know." Eddie shrugged, the truth is, he knew why but didn't at the same time. Yes you kissed him but why were you avoiding him?
"Well you two hung out yesterday, was she acting weird at all?" Gareth asked
Eddie stayed quiet as the boys all stared at him "What the fuck happened between the two of you?" Gareth cracked a smile.
"Nothing happened." Eddie said, opening a bag of chips.
Gareth scoffed, "Nothing happened? Okay, go walk up to her and Robin and see what she says."
Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up "Fine, I will."
Robin looked up from her lunch to see Eddie walking over to your table "Well he's coming over so you better think of what to say to him and not make it awkward for me because you know how i am when..."
Robin started rambling as you looked back to see if what she said was true, and when you saw Eddie walking towards your table, you didn't know what else to do so you grabbed all of your things and quickly stood up to leave. You walked out of the cafeteria doors leaving Robin staring at Eddie, in shock of what you just did.
Eddie looked over at robin who slowly started to get up and back away "Yeah- I um, I'm heading out too." she said slowly, becoming more uncomfortable by the millisecond. As soon as Robin walked out of the cafeteria, the Hellfire Club started laughing in unison.
"Dude," Dustin said in between laughs "What the shit did or didn't you do?"
-•-
Its been two weeks since you kissed Eddie, two weeks since you've hung out with him, two weeks since you have even spoken to him. You've been hanging around Steve more often, he'd drive you and Robin home from school everyday. You two caught up on all the shit you missed out on and you told him how you felt about Eddie.
He made fun of you for it at first, but when he saw your eyes fill up with tears he took you more seriously and tried to take your mind off of it.
You were taking a late night walk down to the corner store to get yourself a cherry slushy, when you saw Eddie in the alleyway beside the corner store with a cheerleader from Hawkins High. He had her pinned against the brick wall, his hands gripping her waist as he kissed her, moaning against her lips as she begged for him to take her home.
"You're so hot." he moaned against her "Ill take you home if you promise not to tell anyone, sweetheart."
"I promise." she whimpered
You ran all the way home to call Steve in tears, begging him to go on a drive with you. Within a matter of minutes, he was at your place, picking you up and driving you around.
"I shouldn't have just walked away when I did that. He was kissing me back! I'm so stupid." you huffed "But just because he kissed me back doesn't mean anything like, he's going out with that cheerleader it's clear he doesn't like me like that, what if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore?" you ranted as he pulled into the movie theatre parking lot
"What if every time he tried to talk to me, he wanted to end our friendship? I don't think I could handle that Steve."
He turned off his car and looked over at you "Y/n, you're being a Robin, you're rambling. Calm down." he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair "Y/n, listen, I don't know what the fuck is going on with Eddie but I really think he likes you... I mean, I’m not an expert in the Eddie department but he calls you up all the time, is constantly giving you free weed, always drives you home, is always by your side and sticks up for you whenever someone tries to give you a hard time."
"Thanks Steve," you grabbed his hand to hold it "But I really don't think so, I just- God I just need to get over it. I need to just have meaningless sex, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I went through that phase after Nancy." he laughed at you.
"Yes! So you know what I mean! Just sex with someone I trust, someone i'm close with, someone who I find attractive, someone i consider a friend..." you trailed off as you looked down at your intertwined fingers and slowly looked up at Steve with a smirk.
"Y/n, no." he pulled his hand away from yours
"OH CMON STEVE!"
"NO, Y/N IM SAYING NO! BAD IDEA! SUCH A BAD IDEA!"
You huffed and crossed your arms "Y/n I’m sorry. I want you, I really, really want you. I had a crush on you when we were younger and I can admit that I’ve thought about it but, I don't want this to change anything between us."
"It won't. I promise." you said softly, inching closer to him
"Y/n-"
"Steve..." you whispered, your lips almost touching his. He scoffed as he blushed.
"Fine. One time thing." he gave in, sticking out his pinky "Promise me."
"Fine, one time thing." you smirked, intertwining your pinky with his. You leaned in and kissed him softly, pulling him in closer to you. His hands started roam your body, going up your shirt and he unclips your bra.
Oh shit okay
"Get in the back seat, now." He instructed.
You nodded quickly and got into the back, starting to undress yourself as he joined you.
At the same time, Gareth and Jeff were walking out of their late night movie together, walking down the parking lot to walk home together. "No man I’m telling you, I think he's finally getting over her, he was telling me about this cheerleader he's hooking up with tonight." Gareth was updating Jeff about all the drama that was going on lately
"Fuck man, work has been ruining my life. I had no idea any of this shit was going on."
They continued walking down the parking lot when they slowly approached Steve's car rocking back and forth. "Oh shit, that's Harringtons car." Jeff pointed out as they started walking past it.
"Imagine if Y/n was the one in the car." Gareth laughed, as he was laughing to himself, he looked into the car from the windshield and saw you on top of Steve. He gasped and started hitting Jeff "That IS Y/n!”
"Oh fuck." Jeff's eyes went wide "Well I guess she's moving on from Eddie too."
"Eddie cannot fucking find out about this" Gareth rushed, pushing Jeff away from the car to continue to walk home "Yeah he's fucking that cheerleader but if he finds out about this, his entire world will come crashing down."
You had no idea that Gareth and Jeff saw you, you were enjoying your time with Steve too much to notice anyone seeing you, and you were too hurt from Eddie to even care.
The only thing you cared about in that moment was you and Steve in your own little world, about to be woken up by reality in the week to come.
-•-
To be continued…
PART 2
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Yoü & I [1.8]
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A/N: woohoo! Two chapters in one day! 🤙
Warnings: mentions of drug use
The food was beyond delicious. Maria and her cousin, Andrea, had spent the day cooking up all these little finger foods for the guests to snack on. They were the cutest things the girls had ever laid eyes on and Maria was pretty proud of herself.
Charlotte had a little paper plate in her lap with three little sandwiches of smoked salmon and cream cheese and sausage pastry puffs. She was listening to another guests recent travels through South Africa, not paying attention when Luke would reach over now and again and try to steal some food off of her, just to annoy her. Grabbing a sausage puff with a toothpick, waiting for Charlotte to glare at him and grinning like a little shit as he quickly shoved the piece into his mouth. Charlotte glared at him every time.
"Piss off, dude!" she laughed, much to everyone's amusement, "Go get your own!"
"But Michael took the last sausage puff!" he whined, goading her with puppy-dog eyes.
"Well, that's not my fucking problem," she pouted back, "Eat the salmon ones,"
"Ew, no," he shook his head.
"What if I put vegemite on it for you?"
"... We can discuss it,"
Soon after the party quieted down long enough so they could all sing Happy Birthday to Maria. Afterwards, they cut into the cake and dipped into the freshly-heated bougatsa. Luke and Calum were immediately transported to heaven at the first bite.
"Holy fuck, I missed this stuff," Calum said, powdered sugar staining his lips.
"It's fucking good, yeah?" Luke hummed.
"This ain't nothing," Chloe told them, "When Charlotte's grandma used to make it fresh -- I swear, that shit was better than sex,"
"Do you know how to make this, Charlotte?" another guest asked. The mousy brunette shrugged shyly.
"I've attempted it once or twice, but I always fuck it up," she replied.
"We got to get your mom to show us how to make this," Kimberly nodded.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, "My mom? Teach us how to bake?"
Kimberly shook her head, "I didn't believe me, either,"
"Hey, we're not complaining over here," Luke piped in, grinning at Charlotte. Some cake icing dotted the corner of her lip, "Hold still, babe,"
He brushed his thumb at the corner of her lip and wiped off the icing. Charlotte hoped he didn't hear the thunk of the lump she'd swallowed the moment he touched her.
The others ate their dessert and consumed an assortment of drinks. Ashton and Michael got into a thumb wrestle over who would get the last bougatsa; Kimberly claimed victory while they were distracted.
"Ya thumb wrestle like children? Ya lose regardless!" she told the sulking boys.
Maria excused herself from her friends for a bathroom break. Ducking out from the party she trotted down the hall and turned into the bathroom doorway. However, she stopped dead in her tracks. Melody was rooting around in her bathroom drawers, seemingly looking for something.
Maria thought she must've been hammered and she was seeing things, but Melody was none the wiser. She kept rummaging around through her toiletry drawer, what the actual fuck?
The older latina crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, "What're you doing?" she asked.
Melody's head shot up faster than a crack of lightning, her face paling when she'd been caught, "Hm?" was her only response.
"... What are you doing?" Maria asked again, her patience already on a thin line with this girl.
Melody slowly closed the drawer, "I was just looking for some aspirin. I got a bit of a headache," she said, trying to play it off cooly. Maria was unsure as to whether or not she was telling the truth. If she wanted aspirin, she could've just asked.
"One drawer over with the first aid kit," she instructed slowly. Melody opened the next drawer and gasped in triumph when her eyes landed on the little red bottle.
"Oh, here it is!" she grinned at Maria, "Thanks,"
"Sure," Maria nodded, "... Just ask me next time instead of going through my shit,"
Melody shrugged, "Well, you were having too good a time it was kinda' hard getting your attention. Figured you'd keep it in the bathroom anyway; but you're right. Total invasion of privacy. I'm sorry,"
"It's fine," Maria lied, "Come on. I'll get you some water,"
She had Melody slink out first and she watched the young influencer disperse into the crowd. Maria took one last glance at her bathroom, an eerie chill crawling up her spine. Something wasn't right, here. She shut the door behind her and made good to lock it this time.
♛♛♛
The next afternoon, the girls were sat in the airport's lounge as they awaited their flight's departure. They were all giddy -- albeit a bit hungover -- for this next leg of the tour. That is, they were... until Maria told them about last night's run-in with Melody.
"What the fuck is she doing going through your bathroom drawers?" Kimberly scowled.
"That's just downright fucking creepy, even for Melody," Charlotte said.
"Yeah. What -- she wanna' know what scent of Vagisil you use or something?" Chloe remarked, earning some seedy stares from strangers sharing the space.
Kimberly grimaced, "Lower your voice, for God sakes. Everybody's a prude these days,"
Maria slumped down in the arm chair she was sat in, "Girl looked me dead in the eye and told me she needed some aspirin. Bitch, if you need aspirin, you come and ask the host who's bathroom the aspirin is in. You don't just invite yourself to look through the drawers; that's like inviting a total stranger to go through my underwear drawer!"
"I had a date try that with me once," Kimberly said suddenly.
Chloe's eyebrows furrowed, "... And did he violate your underwear drawer?"
"No, but I violated his eyeballs with my hairspray," Kimberly said.
Charlotte cringed, "Get your ass off Bumble,"
"That's really creepy though, Maria," Chloe continued.
"You wanna' know something creepier?" Maria said, "I don't think she was after the aspirin,"
"Why? What do you think she wanted?" Charlotte asked.
Maria shrugged, "Something she clearly couldn't ask me for, probably for fear of judgement,"
"Like what?" Kimberly asked.
"Name it. I got cough syrup in there, bath salts, a couple different painkillers. And if that wouldn't do the trick, she'd probably raid my spice rack for the nutmeg," Maria said.
"Nutmeg? What're you talking about?" Kimberly asked again.
Charlotte shook her head with discontent, "She thinks Melody was looking for drugs," she kept her voice low so other passengers wouldn't hear them.
Chloe's eyes went wide, "Drugs? What kind of drugs would we have? We smoke weed, drink illegally, and the main food group in our diet is McDonald's,"
"Announce it to the world, why don't you," Charlotte grimaced, "Not like we're famous or anything,"
"Sorta famous," Chloe pointed out, "We on a B level,"
Kimberly was in dismay, "Wait, hold up -- you can get high off nutmeg?" she asked in disbelief.
"Apparently, too much of the stuff is like an amphetamine overdose," Maria replied.
"So... say if one were to eat a whole pumpkin pie..."
"You eat a whole ass pumpkin pie, you'll def get sick, just not from the nutmeg," Charlotte said.
"Why would you wanna' eat a whole pie, anyways?" Maria asked.
Kimberly shrugged sheepishly, "Sometimes, post-breakup ice cream just isn't good enough,"
"Yeah, we can't all have a big Australian pretty boy coming over to wipe our tears away like you, babydoll," Maria said to Charlotte. Charlotte stuck her tongue out.
"Jealousy is unbecoming, Maria,"
A look of horror suddenly overcame Chloe's face, the mention of Luke triggering a harrowing thought, "What are the odds do you think Melody does use something? 'Cause if she's using, there's a good to fair chance she'd get Luke involved. And I don't know how I feel about that,"
"Luke Hemmings and drugs?" Kimberly scoffed, "That's like giving double espresso to a puppy,"
Charlotte shook her head confidently, "Luke doesn't use drugs. I mean -- I would know," she said, trying sound certain, "You guys said it yourself, we're practically together all the time. The guys too -- if he was on something but... he's -- he's just -- he's not!"
"No one's saying he is," Maria placed a hand on her knee to calm her down, "Okay? We're not saying he's on anything. We're not even certain Mel is on anything,"
"Yeah," Chloe nodded to Charlotte, "Maybe she's just a creep who likes to go through other people's privacy? Maria caught her doing it last night,"
"And you're right, Lottie," Kimberly added, "We've all known Luke for years. If he was on something -- I mean, I'm pretty sure we'd pick it off,"
Maria brought her hand to her forehead, "I don't even wanna' imagine what Ashton would do if he caught Luke snorting shit,"
"Forget Ashton. What about Liz?" Kimberly said, "Finding out her baby is a junkie? She'd kill Mel first, and then Luke,"
"Why kill Melody first?" Chloe asked.
"You think Luke would get into that shit on his own? Yeah, right. Momma Hemmings' coming at that bitch with a fucking two-by-four and knock those duck lips off her face," the bassist scoffed.
Charlotte then interjected, "Could we talk about something else, please?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. The girls couldn't blame her, how terrifying would it be to find out one of your closest friends, someone you practically share every aspect of your life with, abuses pills?
"Sure," Maria nodded, just as eager to steer off topic. Besides, Luke didn't fit the mold anyway. He'd smoke weed, sure, but they all did, "What're we gonna' do first when we get to England?"
"Sleep off this hangover for one," Chloe replied.
The conversation changed and soon enough, the girls were being called to board their plane. And yet, for the majority of the flight Charlotte had a sinking feeling in her gut. Even when Luke and Calum popped by her seat for a chat, she couldn't help but look at the 6'2 blonde a little differently. Her mind was wandering, looking for anything that indicated to her that Luke's behaviour was off. But he was normal, as normal and goofy as the day they'd met.
You're being ridiculous, she thought to herself, he's not on anything. He never would... right?
♛♛♛
The moment they stepped off the plane, Charlotte took her phone off airplane mode and regretted it immediately when she saw she had a few missed calls from her mom. Eight, to be precise, and a flurry of text messages.
"For fuck sakes..." she fell into step with Maria as they made their way to exit Heathrow, "Look at this,"
The bleary-eyed latina took a glance at the phone screen and shook her head. Penelope was at it again with her overbearing and over-worrying.
"Jesus, eight calls? Seriously?" she asked.
"One for nearly every hour of the flight. And like, twelve messages," Charlotte replied, she scrolled through the messages, "Your brother is still seeing that whore. I know he's lying to me. What did you say to him before you left? Why aren't you answering my calls?"
"Didn't you tell her you were travelling today?" she asked.
"Oh, of course," she nodded back, "When she gets hysterical though, all rational thought flies out the window," she started to dial her mom's number.
Maria's eyebrows furrowed, "It's 11pm over there right now, isn't it?"
"Well clearly, it's an emergency. So I think she'd appreciate the call back, regardless" Charlotte smirked, knowing fully well her mother was already fast asleep.
Maria shook his head, "You're bad, Char,"
"I know," she put the phone to her ear, "But I look damn good while doing it,"
A few feet behind the girls, Luke fell into step with Ashton. Charlotte wasn't the only one to note Bryana's lack of presence at the party, and Melody's words echoed in his head on repeat. Ashton didn't often let it show when he was down, he was supposed to be the happy-go-lucky git of the group. Always laughing and joking around, so it was rare when Luke would truly see Ashton upset.
"Hey,"
"Hey," Ashton yawned into his fist.
Luke licked his lips nervously, "Listen, I don't want to get into anything but... are you and Bri okay?" he asked.
The curly-haired drummer seemed to go a shade paler at the mention, but his face gave nothing away, "Whatcha' mean?"
The blonde shrugged sheepishly, "I mean -- she wasn't at Maria's party last night --"
"I told you: she had a thing," Ashton replied, staring at the younger lad quizzically.
"What kind of a thing?" Luke asked. Ashton neglected to respond, instead focusing on pushing through the crowds of travelers, "I'm not trying to pry or anything, mate. I just -- if something's going on, we're here for you. All of us," he nodded in the direction of the girls.
Ashton feigned a smile, "I know. And I'm good, we're all good. I promise ya,"
If there was one thing Luke would change about Ashton, he'd get him to be a little more truthful with his emotions. For as long as he could remember, Ashton would bottle up his feelings on the inside and slap a smile on his face, and on more than one occasion he'd crash and burn at the end of misery lane.
"Alright,"
An hour and some later the bands arrived at their hotel. Charlotte had called her mom, hearing the same grating annoyance in Penelope's voice as she bitched about how it was the middle of the night, but afterwards proceeded to complain to her daughter about how sure she was Troy was keeping things from her. Charlotte did what any burnt out daughter would do with their paranoid, overbearing mother: tune her out and simply agree with everything she was saying so she'd settle down.
"That's the problem with your generation; you all romanticize drugs and unwrapped sex until you end up pregnant and have to live with your overworked parents for the rest of your lives -- rent free!"
"I know mom, I know," Charlotte sighed, slumped over the couch of her hotel room.
Across from her sat Chloe on the bed, sprawled out and trying to doze off. But Penelope was so loud she could hear her from the speaker. She kept her eyes trained on the singer, and when Charlotte caught her gaze she made a gun sign with her hand and motioned to blow her brains out. Chloe simpered.
"Are you even listening to me?" Penelope snapped.
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "Yeah mom, I've been listening for --" she glanced at the bedside clock, "Forty-eight minutes exactly,"
Penelope huffed, "Alright, alright. I know when you're sick of me, sweetheart. Just try not to cry too much when I finally kick the bucket," and here came the guilt.
"Mom, I'm not sick of you," Charlotte reasoned, "But I just got off a nine-hour flight and I'm exhausted,"
"So, why did you call me?" Penelope asked.
"Because I feared you'd harass the phone company again if I didn't," she replied, "Now, just calm down. Troy's an adult and he can do what he wants,"
"But what if he gets her pregnant or she gets him into LSD? I don't want no helter skelter hipsters coming around my house and blowing their sage around!" Chloe heard that and nearly busted out laughing.
Charlotte rolled her eyes, bleary and fatigued, "Mom, he's not going to get anybody pregnant. I mean -- look at him. The kid's swimmers probably can't even make it past the cervix," Chloe grimaced.
"Charlotte, don't be so crass," Penelope chided.
"Well, stop being so paranoid! And lay off the kid! You can't be helicoptering over his shoulder all the damn time," Charlotte replied.
"It's not paranoia, but a mother knows when a girl isn't right for her son!" she replied, "If you ask me, the Martinellis should've sent that girl to reform school long ago,"
"I know, mom," Charlotte huffed, "Look, I got to go but just take it easy for God sakes. Give Troy a little room to breathe,"
"He's not like you, Charlotte," Penelope stated, "I never have to worry about you, you're independant. It's your brother the world is going to eat alive. Goodnight, Charlotte," and with that, the older woman hung up. Charlotte wanted nothing more than to toss her phone out the window.
Chloe grinned at her friend, "... So, how's Penelope?" she asked.
Charlotte glared back at her, "Why is talking to my mother for forty minutes more exhausting than a transatlantic flight?"
"Because she's crazy," Chloe stated simply, "No offense -- but I mean, helter skelter hippies? What does she think this is? The Manson Murders?"
"I don't even know anymore," Charlotte peeled herself off the couch and went to collapse on the twin bed, "The woman is like a damn gas leak. I don't see her or hear her for a multitude of time, but she's slowly trying to kill me,"
"Maybe you ought to get her Xanax for Christmas," Chloe smirked.
Charlotte crawled under the blankets, fully prepared for a twelve-hour nap, "Xanax wouldn't be strong enough. I need some elephant tranquilizers,"
"Isn't that shit toxic for humans?"
"I don't know. But we'll find out,"
Chloe huffed and grabbed the chord to draw the curtains closed, crawling back into her own bed for a nap, "Get some rest Charlie, you'll feel better,"
"Mmhm," Charlotte already had her eyes closed and was willing herself to sink into some sleep. However, her phone buzzed with another text and she swore she was going to hit the ceiling.
"Oh my God! This woman!" she grabbed the phone to turn it off, but her blood ran cold when she saw it wasn't her mom who had sent her a text.
"Hewy Char"
"II miss yo,"
"I'm sdtill down if yaou arey?
"Jus forq a night?"
"It's Ben, by the wak,"
Clearly he was drunk, so it gave Charlotte no satisfaction that he was only texting her because he was inebriated. She could've sworn she blocked his number, anyways. But how disrespectful could a person be? Not only to their ex, but to themselves as well?
"What is it?" Chloe asked, noting Charlotte's despondent silence, "Is it your mom?"
Charlotte felt a cold shiver ripple down her spine. Apart from anger, the only thing that pumped through her blood was fear. The thought of him coming anywhere near her again nearly had her on the brink of tears. Years of forgotten manipulation and abuse came flooding back in the blink of an eye and Charlotte felt she was back in her apartment, cold, alone and shattered.
So she immediately blocked his number and deleted the texts.
"No, it's just data warnings," Charlotte replied, swallowing the dense lump in her throat, "Nothing important,"
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perfect strangers
MINORS DNI // 18+
part one; part two; part three
genre: nsfw
pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader
word count: 2.4k
tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.
synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?
a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!
update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!
Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.
Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.
"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.
Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.
"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.
"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.
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"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.
"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.
"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.
We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.
“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.
“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.
“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.
He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.
He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”
“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.
“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.
“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.
From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.
At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.
I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.
Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.
“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.
“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”
She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.
To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.
“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.
“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.
I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.
It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.
I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.
“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.
Great.
“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.
“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.
“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”
“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.
“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.
“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.
We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.
“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”
I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.
I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.
I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.
“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”
I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”
“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.
“Y/n.”
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It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.
“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.
His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.
He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.
“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.
He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.
He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.
I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.
“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.
I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.
“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.
“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.
He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.
“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.
Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.
“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.
He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.
Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.
His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.
My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.
I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.
“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.
“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.
“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.
I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.
Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.
“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.
We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.
He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.
“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.
“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.
“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.
“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.
He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.
“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.
“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.
“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.
I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.
“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.
Well, that’s extremely awkward.
#aot fandom#aot x reader#jean kirschtein imagine#jean kirschtein scenarios#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirschtein x you#jean kirstein#jean x reader#aot smut#jean kirschtein fanfiction#jean x reader smut#jean x you#jean kirschtein smut#jean smut#jean kirschtien
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THE FEAR OF GOD
shikamaru nara x fem!reader
prompt; when his girlfriend is kidnapped, all of his composure goes out the window. angry, concerned, and determined, he’s going to save her- and make her captors pay.
warnings; 18+, blood,gore, abduction, creepy dudes/inappropriate touching. pain. illusions of sa PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE ANY OF THESE TRIGGERS.
This morning, the two of of you had gotten into an argument. It was about something trivial, such as you wanting the bed to be made in the morning or him wanting you to save some of the hot water. He didn’t entirely listen. Things that usually actually happened but the wrong side of the bed brought out the worst in the both of you.
But he didn’t think it was so bad that you wouldn’t be home when he was. It was late in the evening, not midnight but the sun had set for a bit now. Yet, when he opened the door, the house was far too quiet.
You weren’t on a mission. He would of seen you out. And, even upset, you would of said something. The morning kept creeping into his head.
“Can you stop nagging? It’s too early for this, woman.” Shikamaru groaned, covering his face with his pillow. You let out an exasperated sigh. “Shika, I need you to listen. Last night the backdoor was left open.”
“Well it wasn’t me! It was probably you and you forgot! Please, I am trying to sleep!” He harshly croaked out in a morning voice, from underneath his pillow. You only shook your head and left the room for your morning shower.
Now, in the present, Shika paused. The back door was unlocked last night? It was as if he went back and actually listened this time. He palmed his pants for his key ring and checked it- his key to the back door was missing. Heart sinking, he called out.
“(Y/N)?” He beckoned, but there was no answer. “Baby, don’t do this silent treatment thing right now. I want to apologize. Where are you?”
He made his way to the bedroom only to stop in the doorway as if he was frozen, like someone had beat him at his own game, but the only thing stopping him was the sight laying on the made bed that the two of you shared. Your headband was tied around a picture of you, and written on it were the words ‘pretty penny’. The sting of Asuma’s death and Kakuzu’s philosophy brought his mouth agape.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck. No!” He grabbed the frame and turned it over, and on it was a note. “You have three days. Bring as many of the Hokage’s scrolls you can. Or we finish her off.” At the bottom was an address in the town over.
Finish you off? What had they done to you already? Shikamaru, with no intention of giving them any of that important information, grabbed a quick and convincing decoy. Though he didn’t really feel like he had time to waste, Shikamaru knew that he didn’t have the Chakra to do this alone.
His heart was racing, the palpitations turning his face red as his blood boiled. Those who killed his Sensei weren’t here anymore, he had seen to it, but who would be willing to go to these lengths? Who could do this to you? Really, it didn’t matter, because whoever it was going to pay for it.
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When you woke up, you were cuffed and bound to a table. Tape covered your mouth, and a blindfold covered your eyes, so now you were blind and could only manage incoherent mumbles. You could feel. You could feel hands on your body, snaking their fingers around your legs and arms, pressing onto your stomach and chest. Harsh hands, with ill intent, and the heat of selfish desires radiating from their flesh.
Not like the soft, loving warmth of your boyfriend, his aimless and half-awake gestures toward your body as you lay next to him in bed, not like his carefully tangled fingers in your hair, not like the safety of his fingers intertwined in yours. But by the Gods, all you could do was try and focus on those memories. It was everything you do to get past this.
“Are you sure we gotta sell this one?” A male voice questioned. You became somehow more stiff. “We deserve a treat after all the work we’ve been doing. Our very own, pretty little kuniochi.” His sentences ended with a satisfied mmm. Your stomach was sick.
“Depends on if she’s a virgin or not. She’s not worth selling if she isn’t.” Another chimed. The nausea took home in your throat, you were certain you were going to vomit.
“You got the key, you should be the one to check.” The first told the other, though you could not tell where they were. Senses jumbled, all you could hear was the sound of a zipper. You grit yourself teeth, and hoped that whatever happened would be over soon. “I love you, Shikamaru.” You thought to yourself.
Suddenly, everything stopped. No footsteps, no movement, just the sound of confused grunting. “What the hell? I can’t move!” A vagrant shouted. You heard the other holler out in pain.
“You want to explain what the hell you were doing, just now?” A familiar voice chimed in. Shikamaru. You began to mumble-shout underneath the tape. You attempted to slam your fist onto the table.
“Obviously, you didn’t even think to figure out who you were messing with.” All reason, all calculation, all planning was out the window. He was only driven by rage and fear right now. He stepped the guy right into the arms of someone else. They didn’t speak. Shikamaru released his jutsu, removing the blindfold from your eyes and pulling the tape from your mouth. You moaned out in pain. Covered in cuts, scrapes, an bruises, his face fell at the sight of you now.
“(Y/n), baby.” His hand graced your forehead and wiped away your sweat. You were crying now. Sobbing. Covering you with his jacket, he gave you a soft, quick kiss before turning his attention to the culprit. One was in a pool of blood on the floor, the other in someone’s arms. You looked up and saw Naruto. He wasn’t focusing on you, respectfully looking away and keeping his own rage intact.
“Take her out of here, please.” He told him, to which Naruto instantly came over to you with his concerned blue eyes twinkling. Freeing you of your bondage, he picked you up bridal style by the top of your shoulders and bend of your knees, running you out of the room.
Now alone, Shikamaru faced the man with a smile on his face. “You’re lucky you weren’t already doing what you wanted to do, man” He chuckled. “You stupid, fucking idiot.” Kunai in his hand, Shika held it to his neck and traced it along it, like he had done to you with his fingers.
“Guys like you deserve more than death.” Shikamaru told him, with a laugh. “But I don’t have a way to blow your ass up here. You were gonna say fuck the scrolls and sell her to a market then, huh?” He didn’t give him a chance to speak before socking him right in the nose. Trickles of blood streamed down from it an into his mouth. He grabbed the man by his throat and kicked him in the balls, holding him up as he bellowed in agony.
Shikamaru, still running on adrenaline and rage, slammed him on the table and bound him just like he done to you. Staring at the culprit with a hard, furious stare, he stabbed him right through his chest. He laid there can dying, and the clarity took over him when he realized what he had done.
He didn’t regret it, but the gravity of another life taken made him shiver. He couldn’t think about that now, he had to get back to you.
And he was going to listen better.
And love even harder.
#shikamaru nara#shikamaru x reader#naruto shikamaru#shikamaru imagines#Shikamaru imagine#naruto x reader#Shikamaru#Shikamaru x reader angst#naruto
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the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us
Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia
Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns
Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat)
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Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”
Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”
“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”
“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.
“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”
Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”
“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.
“Yep.”
“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”
“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”
“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”
“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”
“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.
“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”
“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.
“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”
“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.
Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”
Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.
“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.
“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.
“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”
“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”
“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”
Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.
“Roll up the window.”
“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”
“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”
“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”
“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Stop calling me doll.”
“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”
“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”
“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”
(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”
“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”
“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”
“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”
“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”
Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”
(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”
Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”
“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”
“What? What do you swear?”
“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”
“Dabi started it!”
“I’m ending it!”
“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”
None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.
Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.
“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”
“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”
“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.
(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.
Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”
Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”
“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”
“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”
“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.
“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”
“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”
“Is Twice playing?”
The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.
“Are Quirks allowed?”
Another nod.
(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”
Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”
He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”
Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.
Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.
“Want company, misery?”
“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.
“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”
“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.
“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”
“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”
“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”
“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "
“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”
Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”
“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”
“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”
“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”
“Exactly!”
“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”
Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”
#lov x reader#lov x you#bnha x reader#bnha x reader platonic#lov x reader platonic#shigaraki x reader#dabi x you#dabi x reader#twice x reader#jin bubaigawara x reader#himiko toga x you#himiko toga x reader#spinner x reader#tomura x reader#touya x reader
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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs.
Summary: How would Hybrid!Bakugou would react to being adopted by the reader and their domestic life together. Headcanons and believe me, it's a long one... [2k WORDS OF HCS psjxksdj stop me pls] PLATONIC/ROOMMATES HCS, will do a part two later on with continuation and romance cuz 2kwordsbro...
Notes: I love Hybrid AU!s and I want to indulge myself with this. I barely see these in the fandom, so maybe you guys will like it! Also, depending on how it goes, I'm gonna consider making more for other characters, whachu say? Tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoy!~ ♥
Part 2 here!
× he's a wolf hybrid, and the workers at the shelter warn you that he's feral as you pass by where he was locked
× it seems he was in an illegal fighting ring and nobody could get close to him even if his living conditions now were much better than the hell hole he lived in before
× he growled, scratched, yelled, overall he needed so much help
× normally that would've been very intimidating to you but while the workers tried to push you towards some bunny or dog hybrids they had around, you just froze because the mf said they were considering sacrificing him
× like wHat the fuck?? he's a human being?????? sure he has a tail but what????????
× and you just foken went crazy for a moment cuz you didn't even see him in his cage, he was hiding somewhere under the bundle of blankets he had, probably asleep
× so you just went mental, demanding an explanation because hybrid shelters do not and should not sacrifice a person
× and your increasing yelling just made all the hybrids anxious
× and Bakugou heard everything [who wouldn't]
× i shit you not, the employee tried to explain why
× legit said cuz he's aggressive
× Bitch I'd be aggressive too! I'd bite your jugular off
× course, security was called but you already prepared to call the police, Hybrid Protection Services, your lawyer, your friends, the president, you name it
× and that's when you said you're adopting whoever was under the blankets. NOW.
× always hated the word adopting, but you were looking to give a hybrid a chance since you finally had a spare bedroom in your new apartment
× so like security and the worker just look at each other cuz who tf is gonna be the brave soul to go inside the cage to retrieve Bakugou Katsuki and get rid of you both already
× you're just staring at them like u srs bro? so you just send them to do the paperwork while you decide to go in yourself because you needed to get out of that place ASAP to still contact HPS on this shelter
× security stayed by the door while you hesitantly walked towards the blanket bundle [not so brave anymore] cuz why did that dude have his gun out??????
× but when you approached the bundle and kneeled in front of it you noticed movement
× a fluffy sand yellow tail suddenly came to view and it was big, slowly moving from side to side
× so with the gentlest voice you could muster [after screaming your lungs out moments ago] you tried to talk to whoever was underneath
× you introduced yourself and said you're here to take them home but got nothing, just casual tail movement
× Big Hunkus Brutus Security Guardus™ was getting impatient so he told you to just "fuckin put the collar and leash on the stupid beast" and you just 🙃 fucking excuse u?? while turning towards him
× it was a delicate time and you needed to take it slow, and anyway you knew you'd get that crap off your [hopefully] new friend as soon as possible
× what you didn't expect was the guard to freeze and raise his gun again, but was pointing above your head, not even looking in your eyes
× so you turn and meet a naked chest, scarred, with recent bruising on and big
× looking up you see Bakugou Katsuki, ruffled blonde hair, wild in all directions, red eyes harsh and staring at the guy behind you, only some pants on his form and tail still waving very slowly behind him
× while Chunkus Brutus trembled in place, gun shaking in hands, you were in the fuckin middle of it all
× what you didn't expect is the hybrid to take the collar in your hands and wrap it around his neck, now looking at you, expression still harsh but this time it didn't scream murder [and then grabbed a shirt, thank the heavens]
× progress? making friends? good first impressions?
× na lol you wish but that's spoilers 👀
× the process of adoption went smoothly, and when I say smoothly I mean Robustus Dumbus Brutus behind both of you with his hand still on his gun while all the workers gathered around to see the crazy insane person that adopted The Devil™, the guy that told you about the sacrificing was actually filing the paperwork as fast as possible under the intense gaze of the wolf
× and Bakugou was standing very close to you, btw, like i can feel your body heat close
× he was compliant at first, when you got in the car you started rambling about your house and how he has a room while trying to take the collar off him but he grabbed your hands
× like insanely fast, one blink and firm grip on your hands
× "i ain't gon be your fuckin pet, understood?" he growled at you but made no movement to bolt and run away
× and you just wanted to roll your eyes cuz ok he can kill you anytime but like didn't he get the message when you screamed back there? [also there was this sense of security you had around him or maybe you were just really dumb]
× so when you said you weren't looking for a pet but to help someone and maybe a friend and roommate, he just narrowed his eyes at you
× suspish human, wild doggo no trust
× anywho he took the collar off himself [like extra fast] but you explained that you are going to get him a bracelet or something less degrading since he still needed something with the information tag to have on himself so police will know he's no stray and he wouldn't end in the same craphole again
× journey home was silent, like eery silent
× he just looked out the window intensely, you noticed how he focused on every sign and turn
× you considered asking him questions but honestly with his past you doubted he would even answer so you just started to ramble about your home, stuff you could do around the city [which caught his attention], items you'd have to go buy for him, like clothes, shampoo, any special food, the bracelet
× he stopped looking out the window and just looked at you
× ok he was intensely staring at your side, basically drilling a hole in your cheek with those crimson eyes and it was making you N e r v o u s because making new friends is hard when you're just vomiting monologs, all while driving
× buying things was awkward to say at least, special hybrid stores were rare and for a guy his size it was even more difficult to find anything, which ended up in getting normal clothes and deciding to adjust them for his tail
× while grocery shopping you discovered he actually knew very well what he wanted after a lot of questioning from you
× he finally sighed at your persistent act and just threw stuff in the shopping cart, a surprising amount of spices too
× now for the bracelet part... you decided to spend more on a code that could be scanned to identify him rather than the distasteful ones with name and who owns him
× good thing you planned ahead a long time ago and saved money but you did notice his sharp eyes on you whenever you paid
× and his grunts and judgemental looks at other people with hybrids
× it's as if he wanted to say something, anything, but was stopping himself, which lowkey worried you because from what you heard Bakugou's supposed to be very vocal
× maybe he was glad to be out of the shelter, you know you'd be
× you get home and he follows you to your house, again giving him another chance to bolt somewhere away from you but c'mon both of you knew he'd outrun you so why force him, just let him take his time
× "So this is your room" shook him to the core, legit he just stood silent in the hallway as you presented your house calmly
× sniffing around
× so much sniffing around, tail low while he checked every corner
× once he did decide to check his bedroom, he closed the door leaving you to set everything up
× what you didn't know is that he looked around, shaking with anger
× this is what normal people have?
× sat on the edge of the most confortable bed he's ever had and hoped the idiots of his friends managed to get something like this too
× and the shitshow began when you called him for dinner
× not enough salt, not enough spices
× he was a pain in the ass and as he let go, little by little you started to see him for who he was
× this, this was Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that started to scold you because of the seasoning of the food
× it formed a bond between you, the start of you seeing his real personality
× a Mom™
× slowly started owning the house, although you found it hilarious
× next day you found him cooking breakfast with such an ease it shocked you to the core
× "The fuck you lookin' at?" as he puts a plate of pancakes in front of your
× you just lowkey uwu when you realize he's waiting for your approval as you ate and I swear to you, best pancakes ever
× chest puffed when you complimented his food and this was the first time he mentioned something about his past; seems he had to cook for everyone at the fighting ring he was at, but he didn't mention more
× talking about his past took forever, putting together bits and pieces he mentioned, yet they were so little
× he'd go silent after mentioning his [what you assumed] friends
× if you asked or pressed too much he'd click his tongue or snap at you
× not everything was dandy though; yes, he was a good roommate, but he did have THE attitude
× but not as the people at the shelter made it to be, like he'd snap at you from time to time but it would get better as he'd start to trust you
× ok, ok, hear me out,,,,
× play with his hair
× it happened by accident; you started to have this tradition after a couple of months of living together: movie nights
× he really liked action stuff but both your dirty secret was watching those shitty horror movies and make fun of everyone in them, so every Friday Night was Movie Night
× he just threw himself on the couch and his hair looked puffy and those adorable wolf ears were twitching, you straightforwardly asked him if you could play with it
× [ask if you don't want your hand bit off]
× he scoffed
× silence
× when he nodded and looked away, you squealed and started scratching, just playing with his hair, mindlessly doing so while snickering at the TV when movement caught your attention
× he was wiggling his tail softly
× you guys never mentioned it but now he sits down on the sofa head close to you on a pillow and wait for them god sent scratches; will 100% roll his eyes and scoff at you when you start, acting like YOU want this
× TERRITORIAL AS FUCK
× seriously glares at whoever comes inside the house
× has a problem with every single soul since they dirty his home
× you don't notice it first but he finally starts calling your house home and that's the ultimate progress
× boy had a lot of hardships in his life so he appreciates what he has
× yet it is very, very hard to gain his trust at first
× when you finally do though? he's a loyal friend forever
× he's thankful to have you
× will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever tell you
× his actions speak for him
× you're part of his pack now
× but seriously wash the dishes or you'll die.
#bakugou katsuki x reader#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#noire writes#hybrid!au#hybrid!bakugou#bakugou x reader
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No Overnight Stays (m)
Summary: you’re an escort assigned to a different man for each day of the week. The rules are simple and strict, the money is grand, and simply put, you enjoy your job. But what happens when you start to develop feelings for one—or maybe two—of your clients?
Pairing: Female reader x Mark (x Jaehyun)
Genre: sugar baby!reader, smuttttt, a little fluff and a dash of angst :/ sorry, love triangle
Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, descriptive smut (breast fondling, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, slight somnophilia, facial, threesome, cream pie, impregnation kink, dirty talk, sir kink, hair pulling and spanking, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), rough sex) I hope that’s it lmaooo
Word Count: 5.5K
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A man for every day of the week. That was your agreement with your escort agency. They’d set up your schedule so that you’d “belong” to one man for a specific day of the week.
Some days you’d have sex with them, some days you were just their company or a place for them to go when they got tired of their spouses.
But either way, you were paid very handsomely for your services. All you had to do was have your phone on and make sure you were available to provide the services asked of you within the hour. They all had keys to your apartment, so they could let themselves in and wait if you weren’t there.
It was easy and luckily for you, the men you dealt with were all young business men that respected you. Some were rough and demanding, some were soft and shy, but they all made sure you were comfortable with their requests and granted you a safe word. Furthermore, the agency provided you with emergency buttons for you to place in every room, just in case one of your clients got out of hand.
Tonight, you had just finished up with Yuta, an incredibly handsome man that was away from his wife back home in Japan for a 6 month job venture. A pal of his suggested the agency to him so that his needs would be satisfied while he was away from home and based on his preferences and desires, you were his top choice.
He was kind and careful, whispering sweet words into your ear as he fingered you and got you ready. He treated you like you were his wife, and you often felt your face become warm. But when he was inside you, he pushed deep and hard, making sure his hips met with your ass as he bent you over the table.
“Ahh fuck..” he curses while releasing himself into you and tugging on your hair harshly.
He pants and pulls himself out, watching as his cum mixed with yours leaks down your shaking legs.
“Did you eat?” He asks, zipping his pants as he watches you pull your panties back up.
“No not yet, but I have some leftover spaghetti that is calling my name.”
You move your hair out of your face.
“I can grab something for you before I leave..what would you like?” Yuta shimmies his jacket onto his toned body.
He was always sweet like this, unlike some men that just left.
“Ohh—Hmm...there’s a place—“ you started but his phone interrupted you.
“Oh..I’m sorry..it’s her..” He looks up at you slowly and you can see the regret fall on his face. He really loved his wife, he couldn’t help but feel guilty sometimes.
“I-I have to go.”
He turns to leave and you walk behind him to lock the door.
“Hey hun! I just left work!” His voice echoes in the hallway.
You sigh and walk to your bathroom with a slight limp. Yuta always stretched you out and left you aching slightly, but you knew it was something a little warm water would fix.
While you stood under the hot water like a sinner bathing in hell, you thought about your life. Were you really happy? Sure, the easy money you made and the “free” upscale apartment you lived in were amazing. How could you ask for more?
Well that’s just the thing, your heart didn’t care about these material things sometimes, it wanted a person. Someone that would love you, really love you. However, with a lifestyle like this, how could you expect to find a partner that would be okay with it? How could you devote time to them?
You shook your head and stepped out of the grand shower.
You poured yourself some wine and sat by yourself on the couch. It was a typical night for you. When all the fun was over, you were alone.
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[The Next Day]
You went grocery shopping when Mark dinged you on the agency’s app. He’d be at your apartment soon so you needed to wrap things up and get back.
Mark was possibly your favorite client. The young single man was very gentle and always asked what you wanted to do. Of course, he knew that he wanted to have sex and that’s what he paid for, but he didn’t feel comfortable with handling your arranged situation that way.
Some days you’d just watch a few movies or go for coffee together. Some days he’d show you new restaurants or museums while you hung onto his arm like an actual girlfriend. He wasn’t afraid to bring you with him anywhere because the truth was that he wanted you to be his...and not just in the sexual or physical way. He wanted to date you.
Having been so consumed with work all the time, he found that you were one of the few things that made him relax and be happy, he could experience life with you and he was incredibly thankful for that.
“Hey Mark!” You struggle to get into your apartment with both arms filled with bags.
“Oh, let me get that for you.” He rushes over from the dining table and to the door to help you in.
After settling all of the bags onto the table, he chuckles. “So I take it you don’t like making two trips?”
You giggle and shake your head. “No..absolutely not. I don’t wanna waste precious time that I could be spending with you.” You teased him and stepped closer.
You held out your arm and flexed it, embarrassingly enough, no muscles showed through. “Plus, can’t you see how strong I am?”
Mark laughs out and leans forward to kiss you.
He holds your face in his hands like you were made of glass, gently caressing your cheeks as your tongue dances with his.
Your arms wrap around his waist so you feel his warm chest on yours. Your eyes shut immediately and you smelled his fresh cologne, like cotton.
He pulls away, kissing your forehead as you regain your steady breathing.
“What do you want to do today?”
Your heart races at his question. You wanted to cuddle, to just be with someone and feel loved. But that would be pushing the terms and conditions.
You search your apartment to avoid his gaze, but he knew you were deep in thought, his kiss had sent your mind into a wild frenzy. What did it mean when an escort was affected by such measly things?
“Come on..don’t think too hard now, tell me what’s the first thing that came into your mind?” Mark leans forward to whisper low into your ear. His voice, deep and husky, makes you even more confused.
You finally look up at him and sigh. “Ahh Mark, you make me feel..” You shake your head.
Were you about to be honest with him and tell him about your growing crush?
His eyes grow and a smile creeps across his face.
“Like sleeping..” You look down again, never seeing his face fall.
“Oh, dude..am I that boring?”
You chuckle and look back up at him to see the genuine hurt in his eyes.
You shake your head and press your hand onto his chest. “No-No, you’re not..it’s just..”
“Y/n...why do you keep looking at me like that?” Mark knew there was something else you wanted, he could see the doubt in your eyes, the internal struggle you faced was coming to the surface. He also knew you drank the night before based on the empty bottle of wine in the living room.
“I-I don’t know,” You chuckle and step away from him. “Maybe I’m still a little hungover. I’m sorry.”
You start to take your things out of your bags. “Help me out, will you?” You pout.
Mark chuckles and takes the bread out of the bag. “I can’t believe I’m paying for this.”
You shrug your shoulders. “You’re the one that asked me what I want to do.”
He sighs. “Okay, touché. But after this, we’ll cuddle and sleep since you’re tired and/or hungover.”
Yeah, it was 6 in the evening, but Mark was just happy to be with you.
“Sounds good.”
After you put everything away, you took Mark to your room and sat him down on the bed.
You took his hoodie off over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. You ran your fingers through it, watching as his wide eyes gazed up at you like you were an angel.
He places both hands on either side of your waist, watching as you unbutton your cardigan in front of him slowly. Mark grows hotter and hotter with each button coming undone, a slight sliver of your beautiful, soft skin growing into your naked chest drives him crazy.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
He licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist as he brings you down onto his lap. He wastes no time, latching into your nipple and sucking it. His tongue flicks across the nub while your hands run through his scalp, causing a low groan to escape his body.
He aches for you, his member strains against his sweatpants. You feel it press onto your jeans as you also get hot. With the way Mark’s spit coats your breasts, you’re sure you’d be showing through your jeans how aroused you are soon enough.
Your room becomes steamy suddenly, the two of you filling it with moans and whimpers as he massages your breasts.
“B-baby..I want you..” You whine and grind down onto him.
Mark loves when you call him that while begging for more.
He places you down onto the bed, helping you take your jeans off as your mouth falls open.
He drags your panties down your legs slowly, teasingly.
“Baby..please..”
“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He raises an eyebrow as he pries your legs open and moves his face to the space created.
He focuses on your heat, licking his lips when he sees how wet you are already.
“Yeah..but..” your sentence is cut short when he licks a long stripe along your entrance.
“Mark!” You yelp as his tongue surprises you.
He kisses the inner skin of your thigh while still gripping the crooks of your knees. “Yes, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop? Does the little baby want to sleep?”
He asks with a mocking tone, but not without brushing two digits over your clit. You gasp and flinch under him.
“You’re so cruel..”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll just fuck you to sleep if that’s what you want.”
He says before pushing his fingers in harder, finding that fleshy spot instantly as your legs widen more. He kisses your bud while looking up at you through dark eyes.
“Am I the best one?” He asks innocently, fingers still pumping in and out of your soaking entrance.
“Y-yes..” you immediately answer without thinking, your mind solely focused on the building tension in your stomach.
He moves his head up and down as he licks your clit. He just needs to apply a bit more pressure and you’ll be in the clouds.
You intertwine your fingers with locks of his luscious brown hair and arch your back.
“More baby, please.”
“Oh look at you begging..” he breathes against your aching pussy.
He fingers pump harder and caress that one spot that he knows will have you reeling in just a few minutes.
“You know..I think you should just be mine..will you be mine?”
He says in between kisses on your clit.
And you’re so close, all you can do is nod and whimper.
You lick your lips while looking at the gorgeous man in between your legs. He locks eyes with you as his tongue works wonders on your core when combined with his fingers.
You clench around him from the sight. He chuckles and cracks a smile at how easily you fall apart. But he doesn’t let you experience the so desperately needed orgasm you need. He withdraws his fingers, a pop echoes into the room.
“Mark?!” You cry out at the sudden emptiness.
Mark mimics your pout and hovers over you.
“Why don’t you answer my question first?”
You caress his face and lick your lips. “Can we talk about this later?”
He shakes his head. “It’s a simple question, y/n. I know you feel it too.”
He was right, you did feel a connection with him, but you couldn’t let him know that. You could lose your job.
“Mark..” you whisper low as you bring his face closer to yours. You lock eyes with him, your gaze shifting from an innocent one to one that is filled with lust and fire.
“The only thing I want to feel right now is your cock..I just want to feel it so deep in my silky, wet pussy.”
He swallows hard as you push your body up slightly to rub your entrance against his crotch.
“Come on, baby..fill me up...I won’t let a single drop escape”
Mark can’t take your lustful words any longer. He pushes his prior thoughts to the side and focuses on easing his painfully hard cock.
He immediately pushes his waistband down and looks into your eyes as he pushes into you. You moan as you feel completely satisfied by his long and girthy cock filling you up and touching all parts of your velvety walls instantly.
He watches your head fall into the pillow behind you and kisses your neck.
“God..I hate the way you make me so fucking horny that I forget what I was even asking..”
It was a lie, Mark knew exactly what he was asking, but decided to push it away since you wouldn’t give in to him.
He rarely cursed when he was with you, a part of you felt that you had awoken something deep within him so you decided to push him along further. He thrusts into you slowly and gently like he usually did. Mark was your typical vanilla sex partner and it made for a great balance to the opposite partners you had. But you wanted to see just how riled up he could get.
“Oh, Mark, just yesterday another man fucked me until I couldn’t walk..how can I be yours if you can’t compete with men like that?”
You hold his face in your hand and look into his eyes.
He chuckles and pushes into you hard and sudden.
“If that’s what you want, Princess, that’s all you have to say..you know I can do whatever you ask.”
“Be rough with me, make me yours..baby.”
He presses your knees far apart and lifts himself up from your chest.
He slides in and out of you hard, watching as your breasts move up and down from his thrusts.
“You’re the perfect fit for me."
He tilts his head to the side and goes deeper.
His cock curves into you at the perfect angle, making you clench and arch your back more.
You’re sprawled out under him, your knees to your chest as you bite your bottom lip and feel that tension build again.
He runs a hand down your warm chest and stomach, his fingers draw circles onto your skin, causing small fires to dance across it. The pads of his fingertips then lift the skin above your pussy, exposing your clit to him.
He taps it gently and hums to himself. “So pretty..”
He thrusts into you hard as you squeal.
His other hand finds your throat and grips it.
“Gonna fuck you to sleep just like you asked..but then..I won’t leave..I’ll stay inside your pretty pussy since it’s mine..and I’ll fuck it again in the morning...since it’s mine.”
Mark wasn’t asking anymore. He was going to make you his. And as much as you wanted that to happen, you were nervous as you had a job to fulfill. If he stayed over and into the next morning, he’d be cutting into your other client’s day. You could be caught with him and receive a complaint for breaking the “no overnight stays” rule.
“I’m so close..” You run your hands down his abs and watch as he pounds into you from above. He pants heavily, his palm feels sweaty around your throat.
“Can’t wait to cum deep inside you..nothing will leak out..Isn’t that right, baby?” His fingertips move faster into your clit. Mark was always great at finding your sweet spots and it was because he truly cared about your pleasure.
You nod and clench around him again, feeling the head of his cock twitch.
His movement stutters from the action, he falls forward as his grip on your neck tightens.
He cums into your body, filling you to the brim with everything he has.
You climax as well, scratching into his back as you arch into him more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you curse.
That was the first of many climaxes for that night. You’d take breaks in between, but soon Mark was eating you out or fingering you until your nails dug into his back and you cried out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
He wasn’t letting up on his promise to make you his, as each orgasm was intense and left you feeling dizzy. He was unlike any partner you had, making sure to care for your needs more than he did for his. He never even asked that you kiss him anywhere else but his mouth.
Mark releases your throat and lays on top of your sweaty body as you both climax one last time.
“You really aren’t leaving, are you?”
“I meant what I said. You’re mine.”
A brief moment of silence rests between the two of you as you massage his scalp.
“I mean, I can leave if you want me to..”
He looks up at you with round, doe eyes and your heart breaks.
“No—no..stay..” Sleep takes you over suddenly.
He watches your cute face and smiles. “Mind if I wake you up in the best way possible?”
You chuckle with your eyes closed.
“And how will you do that?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see..”
He lays back down and falls asleep on your chest.
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[The Next Morning]
It’s the afternoon of the next day when Mark wakes up before you do and finds his cock engulfed in your pussy still.
He swallows hard, immediately feeling himself grow when he sees your eyes closed as you pout your lips and breathe heavily.
“Y/n..” He whispers, but your eyes don’t open yet.
“Y/n..” He says once more, this time he picks himself up and cages you in between his arms as he holds himself up above your head.
He kisses your forehead. “Wake up, Princess.”
He then buries his head into the crook of your neck and fondles your breast.
He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be awake first. He lays sloppy kisses onto your shoulder before biting it.
“Mmm..Mark..” You say drowsily.
And with the sound of your soft voice and the feeling of your delicate fingers on his waist, Mark begins to thrust into you.
Your eyes are still closed as he fucks you into consciousness, the post-dream haze combined with his kisses and long thrusts makes you feel light headed.
“How does it feel, baby?”
He moves in and out of you while panting.
You mumble something while enjoying the warmth of his pulsing body on yours. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles.
“Mm..faster, baby.” you mumble as your heat grows, your eyes closed while you enjoy your realistic dream.
He then intertwines his fingers with yours, and moves into you faster. Within just a few minutes he cums hard as you shake around him.
And it’s not until he pulls out of you and flips onto his back that he realizes there’s another man in the room.
At the edge of the bed stands a tall handsome man with black hair. He stares sternly onto your body with his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket.
“Oh shit!” Mark is frightened and quickly drapes the blanket over you.
“Who the hell are you?” He asks.
You finally pry your eyes open and scratch your head.
“It’s me...y/n.”
“N-no no I mean..who is that and why is he just staring? Dude.. what the hell?!”
“What?” You rub your eyes and look up. And as your eyes focus you see that sure enough it was your Tuesday client, Jaehyun, staring intensely at you.
“Oh fuck..” You struggle to sit up straight in the bed. “Jaehyun..I’m so sorry, I overslept and-and..”
“Shhh..it’s okay, y/n..” His voice is sweet, but his face says the opposite.
“I see someone has gotten quite greedy with you..”
You turn to Mark, and it all comes back to you. He said he would stay over and you knew the risk you were taking, but you allowed him to anyway.
“Do you want me to push the emergency button?” Jaehyun asks smoothly.
“N-no! That won’t be necessary, I let him stay over actually..”
Your face becomes warm, it feels like you were caught by a parent with your boyfriend.
“I didn’t hear my phone go off with the alert saying you’d be coming over, I’m so sorry but he can leave and I’ll get cleaned up and we can start, just give me a few minutes—“
You start to get off the bed, but Jaehyun raises his hand.
“It’s okay, y/n..I know you see other men, that’s your job, isn’t it?” Jaehyun smirks.
He was one of those clients whose calm demeanor was difficult to read. He was intimidating and made you feel like you were up for terrible punishment at any moment. You never seemed to answer his questions to his satisfaction. In part to his recent divorce, he was rough, unforgiving, a stark contrast to Mark who just sat there awkwardly on the bed.
You nod slowly.
His gaze turns to Mark, his hands still in his pockets. “Was my slut good for you?”
“My?” Hold on..she doesn’t belong to you and no, she’s not a slut..”
Without moving his eyes, Jaehyun calls out to you. “Y/n...remove the blanket and open your legs for me..”
You immediately do as he says, but Mark stops you by holding your wrist. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay, Mark. This is what I do, please don’t forget that.” You give him a small smile as you lift the blanket.
You bend your knees while widening your legs.
You can feel the cool air hit your moist entrance.
“Now look at her, Mark...look at how much cum is in her beautiful pussy..only a slut can look like that..”
“Oh fuck off..”
“No, YOU fuck off, you’re cutting into my time..or don’t..”
Jaehyun loosens his tie and takes his jacket off.
“As a matter of fact, let’s see how much prettier she looks when she’s filled up with both of us, what do you say Mark?”
Mark begins to panic and turns to you.
“What..“
“Stay...I want to make you feel good too..” you say, knowing that Jaehyun’s proposal wasn’t really a question. He was going to find some way to make Mark stay, it was his way of punishing both him and you.
“Good girl..” Jaehyun zips his pants down, revealing his already hard member. He grew when he watched Mark fuck you out of your sleep. He wanted to do that badly, but understood long ago the rules for this agreement. One of them being “no overnight stays.” But Mark clearly didn’t respect this. Maybe he thought you were his, but surely he was wrong.
Jaehyun wanted you just as badly as he did, and he wouldn’t stop until you were his.
“On your stomach, sweetheart, show him what your mouth can do..”
“Yes, sir.” You’re still weak from the night before but do as you’re told.
“Y/n..you don’t have to..” Mark caresses your face with his thumb.
“I know..but I want to..”
“She wants to please us..isn’t that right, slut?” Jaehyun brings an arm under your stomach to bring your ass up towards him.
“Y-yes, sir.” You struggle to get out once you feel his cock rub against your thigh.
You start by wrapping your hand around Mark’s semi-flaccid length, you pump it up and down while twisting. He groans and sits up straight.
Jaehyun enters you from behind, gripping your hip tightly as he pushes into you hard.
You moan loudly as his long cock stretches you out without warning.
“Ahh..fuck.” You gasp.
He slaps your ass hard, you stumble slightly on your knees but Mark helps you stay up.
“Don't be like that, sweetheart, I see how wet you are. Now, open your fucking mouth.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimper then lick Mark’s tip.
“You’re just a slut with cum leaking out of you all the time, you’re always ready, aren’t you?”
You kiss Mark’s tip then answer Jaehyun. “Yes, sir.”
He hums and slaps your ass again.
He rubs his hand over the area to feel it become warm.
He then pulls back and watches his veiny cock glisten with cum.
Meanwhile, you take half of Mark’s length into your mouth and begin to suck, rubbing the tip on the inside of your cheek as you listen to him groan.
Jaehyun buries himself deep inside you again, pushing past your vibrating entrance and deep into your walls where he feels his cock be greeted with that ticklish spot.
You move your head lower and allow spit to coat Mark’s entire length.
“God..that feels good.” He moans as his head falls back.
You suck harder and continue to twist your hand around his base.
You hum to push him along with vibrations.
The sounds of Jaehyun’s hips slapping against your ass gets louder as he glides in faster.
“Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, tsk tsk what a slut.”
He pushes harder, bending over your back so his abs rest against it. He grabs your hair and pushes your head down onto Mark faster.
You gag and tears escape your eyes as Mark’s length hits the back of your throat repeatedly.
You gag over and over, causing the two men to become even hotter than they were before.
“That’s it, sweetheart, cry for me..”
And you did cry as your throat became irritated and your pussy was being destroyed from the back, Jaehyun stretched it out more than he ever did, but you didn’t want to stop.
You felt like you were being undone, like you wouldn’t be able to talk or walk after, but it didn’t matter, just as long as you pleased these two men.
Jaehyun’s hand finds your clit, slapping against it before rubbing circles onto it.
You moan loudly, sending a delicious vibration onto Mark. He whimpers and pulls out of your mouth, before watching spurts of white leave his tip and decorate your mouth and tongue.
Your mouth stays open as Jaehyun pulls your head back towards him now. Your breasts jump forward and back as Mark pants and watches you be brought to paradise by another man.
“Sir..I’m going to..”
Jaehyun grunts. “You don’t deserve to cum, but I’ll let you because you’re a needy slut.”
And with that, you quiver around Jaehyun, gripping the pillows and shaking uncontrollably.
Mark feels himself becomes aroused yet again from the sight.
Jaehyun pulls out quickly and sits against the headboard. He picks your body up and puts you over his lap, but doesn’t push his cock into you yet.
“Mark..I think you should return the favor.” Jaehyun says as he grabs the crook of your knees with each hand opens you up.
Mark gladly agrees and puts his head in between your legs once more. He licks up your essence and begins to eat you out, nuzzling his nose against your clit as you cry out.
Jaehyun takes your chin and turns your fucked out face towards his while you struggle to close your legs.
“S-sir..please, it’s too much.”
Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nothing is too much for a whore like you..Mark loves your pussy, and so do I.”
He kisses your shoulder as a strand of hair dangles in his forehead.
He flicks your nipples with his fingers, watching as you fall apart in his arms.
Mark’s head moves from side to side as he licks your bud and pushes as hard as he can.
“Look at you..open wide for two men.”
Jaehyun whispers into your ear as you tremble. “We won’t stop until we’ve both put a baby in you...but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes..fuck..yes..sir.”
Soon, you’re cumming again and seeing stars.
Mark pulls away and wipes his mouth, watching as your wetness ruins the sheets below you.
“Do you think she can take us both?” Jaehyun still plays with your hard nipples.
Mark chuckles. “I’m not really into sharing..but we should find out.” He caresses your face again as your mouth falls open.
He puts his thumb into it, watching as you suck it hard with your teary eyes wide.
Jaehyun lifts you up slightly so he can enter you again.
You fall onto him easily but whimper as you try to overcome your sensitivity.
Jaehyun forces you open wide with his hands on your knees, your feet dig into the bed as you bounce up and down on him. His touch sends electricity through your veins.
Mark holds his cock in his own hand, stroking it while watching you fall onto Jaehyun’s length.
Your beautiful entrance is soaked and he just wants to feel it too.
Jaehyun looks into Mark’s hungry eyes and lets out a low growl.
“Go on, Mark. Fuck her like the needy whore she is.”
Jaehyun scoots down on the bed more so he is laying under you. Mark lays down over you and guides his tip along your slit.
“Mark..” you cry out while Jaehyun thrusts into you from below.
“Are you sure?” He licks his lips.
You nod and take his length into your own hand. “Yes..”
You push him into you slowly as Jaehyun pauses his movement. Your head falls back as your pussy is stretched out once more. You’d never done this before, but then again, you’d never been with two men.
“Shit...” you close your eyes tightly as both men fill you up.
Jaehyun sits up, holding you in his arms as he guides you up and down both his and Mark’s cocks now.
You’re so right and Mark is embarrassed to admit that he is just moments from climaxing already, the friction of two cocks against your tight silky walls driving all of you crazy.
“Mmm..sweetheart, you’re doing so well..”
Jaehyun whispers. His tone is gravelly and he is just moments away also, sweat pricking at his forehead as you glide onto him.
The sound of skin against skin and loud moans and groans fills the room, you wonder if your neighbors will make a complaint. But right now, in this moment of complete ecstasy, you could care less.
Jaehyun’s tip twitches, vibrating against Mark’s and hitting your g-spot. You all come undone within seconds and experience an orgasm that lasts for what feels like an eternity.
All three of you collapse onto the bed, and you and Jaehyun fall asleep soon after. You should’ve cleaned yourself up, but your body aches and feels weak after orgasming so many times.
After 20 minutes of just watching you sleep, Mark gets up from the bed and goes to your bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans you up gently while watching you snore lightly.
Jaehyun’s back is turned to you so he can’t see Mark taking care of you by cleaning your exhausted body.
Before he leaves, he drapes your blanket over you and kisses your forehead. He also leaves a bouquet of flowers that he bought from someone selling them just outside of your apartment building. He went back to your apartment just to leave them there for you when you woke up. But really, he just wanted one last chance to see your beautiful face as you slept peacefully.
You wake up hours later to find yourself alone once again. You hop out of bed but soon remember what happened based on the aching feeling in your legs.
You’re happy to see that you're clean however, the sticky feeling of cum no longer being all over you. Someone must’ve cleaned you up, you thought to yourself.
With a limp, you walk out to your kitchen and see take-out food on your counter with a note attached, beside it you also see a bouquet of flowers.
“Thanks for today, see you next week. Love, J.”
Jaehyun left you food, flowers, and cleaned you up before he left. Maybe he did care for you after all. This is what you thought as you smiled to yourself.
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Worst Firsts
You and Colson go on Worst First with Brittany Furlan and Tommy Lee.
Request: “Have Colson(mgk) and reader (who are dating) go on worst first with brittany furlan(lee).LOVE YOUR WORK!!!❤❤”
Colson X Reader
Warnings: Cursing, talk of sex (no actual smut)
Word Count: 1684
“Hello all you fine folks out there and welcome back to Worst Firsts. Boy oh boy do we have the show for you today. First off, we have my husband, Tommy Lee, with us here.” Colson banged on the table as you gave out a small cheer. Brittany continued, a small laugh sent in your direction, “We brought our favorite Tommy Lee two-point-O Machine Gun Kelly back on the show today!” You cheered for your boyfriend as Tommy banged on the table. “And for her first time on the show, we have the wonderful Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!” Colson shouted for you as Tommy continued banging on the table. “Thank you guys so much for coming, thank you for coming back Colson. I am so excited you guys are here today.”
“I love bein’ here.” Colson said into the mic, shooting Brittany a smile.
“When you asked us to come on, I was so fucking excited.” You said, Colson nodding with you.
“For real, bro. She was off the walls.”
Brittany continued, speaking to her audience, “If you guys didn’t know, Gunner here played Tommy in The Dirt way back in 2019, which released right before you two met, am I right?”
You smiled lightly, a slight heat rushing to your cheeks as the focus turned to you and Colson. Luckily, he answered for you, “yeah, we met literally like maybe 3 days after the premiere. That was such a sick time in my life.”
“Dude, I bet. You release a kick ass movie and then turn around and meet-“ Tommy started, Colson cutting him off to finish his sentence.
“The love of my life, yeah.” You smiled bashfully, Colson’s arm finding its way around you and pulling you into his side.
Brittany smiled at you two, Tommy’s hand reaching over to grab hers under the table. “So, this show is all about first times and, while normally we would talk about worst firsts, I gotta know how you two met.”
“It’s honestly not much of a story,” you began, “Netflix had this party and we were both invited because we both had movies out on Netflix. I went up to him at the bar because I thought he was hot and we started talking and now, uh, we’re here.” Colson nodded as you recounted the memory.
“I was trying so hard not to fuck anything up though, because literally the entire night before she came up to me, I was trying to figure out how to talk to her.” Your boyfriend said, red on his cheeks.
Brittany sent you a mischievous smile, “so what happened after that? Did you give him your number, did he ask you out, something else?” The inflection in her voice and the wiggle of her eyebrows let you in on exactly what else she thought you might have done.
“Something along the lines of something else.” You said, a smile playing on your lips. Colson threw his head back in laughter. Tommy nodded with pride at you two.
‘Speaking of something else.” Colson began, making you look up to him in both confusion and panic, “This is all about worst firsts, right?”
“What are you about to say?” You asked him, a warning in your voice.
He giggled, “remember the first time we had sex in public?”
Brittany’s eyes went wide, “you two did what?”
Tommy asked, “first time?”
You leaned into Colson’s side, a blush rising to your face. “That was literally the most awkward experience of my entire life.”
Colson laughed at the expressions of the older couple, “okay, basically we were on tour in the middle of butt fuck nowhere and there was nothing in this town. No bars, no clubs, nothing.”
You continued his story, “but there was this tiny carnival. So, after the show we went in hope of something fun happening.”
Tommy laughed, “well something fun certainly happened.”
“After about an hour in we were bored and she was only gonna be on tour for a few more days.” Colson said, “so we figured we should make the most out of the lame ass carnival. And then we found it.”
“the photobooth.” You said, watching Brittany’s jaw drop.
“Him, I expect this from.” She pointed at Colson, “but you?”
You giggled, nodding your head, “It was her idea!” Colson exclaimed over your laughs.
“I hadn’t seen him in almost two months and was only on tour for two weeks, I had to make up for lost time and this was the only place that we could get any semblance of privacy.” You said, shoving Colson lightly as he grinned proudly at you.
“Wait so did you two get caught?” Tommy asked, intrigued.
Colson answered, “we didn’t get caught, per say, but as we were leaving this family came up to the booth. And I mean, there’s not a great way to hide that you’ve just had sex. We tried, but people still know.”
Brittany and Tommy laughed, the latter banging his hand on the table as he did so. “The look on that mother’s face. I thought she was gonna call the cops or something.” You said.
“Was it at least good?” Brittany asked to which Colson replied,
“we were in a photobooth, Brittany. No.”
Tommy chuckled, “I’m sure it was better than doing it on the tour bus.”
Your eyes went wide and a laugh tumbled from your mouth as you recalled the first time you and Kells had had sex on the tour bus. “We do not need to talk about that.” He looked down at you as he spoke, a look of warning in his eyes.
“Oh yes we do.” Brittany said, looking at you to speak.
“There’s not much to it, but as I’m sure you can imagine, the bunks are not the most spacious of beds. And Colson here is a six-foot-four giant who barely fits in the bunk as it is.” You began, giggling as Colson’s glare hardened on you. “Let’s just say Kells almost got a concussion because he hit his head so hard.”
Brittany laughed as Tommy spoke, “sex in the bus is difficult, dude. I get it.”
“Why didn’t you just go on top?” Brittany asked you.
Colson grumbled, “because she was “tired from her flight” and “didn’t want to get hurt.”” He used air quotes as he mimicked your words from the night, making Brittany and Tommy laugh.
“I sat on a plane for 9 hours to see you, the least you can do is top.” You said, shrugging as Colson let out a silent chuckle. “But yeah, it was not good.”
You continued to talk about other first times you’d had. You told the couple about your first kisses when you were younger, retelling the story of your first kiss in middle school when your braces got stuck on the poor kid’s lip.
Then Colson recounted the story of the first time you both went out on a boat together. “For context,” you started, “I am terrified of the ocean. I can swim but I refuse to go into any water that isn’t a pool.”
“We were out there with a couple of our friends and she was staying as far away from the edge of the boat as possible. And then some of our homies tried to pull her towards the edge and she freaked the fuck out.”
You pouted, “you fucking laughed the entire time it was not funny.”
“It was!” He exclaimed, “you were pulling away like a little kid.” You glared at him, “but, for the record because people are gonna think I’m a bad boyfriend, I made them stop. And then I dragged her towards the edge myself and made her sit with me.”
You then told the story of the first time you’d gotten a call from the hospital to come get Kells. “I was unaware that this was a normal thing. So, when I get a call at 4 am that he’s in the ER I was kind of freaking out. And then I get there and him and Rook are just sitting there messing around like two little kids.”
Colson chuckled, rubbing his face with his hands, “you were so worried when you first came in and then as soon as you saw us you got so annoyed.”
“What did you guys do that got you in the ER?” Brittany asked.
You deadpanned, “they were throwing knives around and Colson nearly cut off his finger.”
Tommy nodded, “nice.”
After a few more firsts, Brittany asked the final first worst, “what was the first or worst fight you guys got in?”
You looked at your boyfriend, trying to figure out what fight he’d pick. “The first big fight we got into was that night at the hospital that we mentioned earlier.” He said and you nodded in agreement. “Which I was totally in the wrong about.”
“Yeah. We got home and I literally couldn’t talk to him without wanting to scream.” You said.
Tommy tilted his head, “were you mad that he had gotten hurt or that he called you so late?”
You shook your head, “I was more frustrated than anything. Like I was fucking panicking because I thought something really bad had happened and he was treating it like a joke. But we talked about it and obviously we’re fine now.” You said smiling up at your boyfriend.
He grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing gently. “Yeah. That was also the first night I told you I loved you.” He said, nudging your shoulder with his own.
You rolled your eyes, nudging him back, “yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sentimental on me now.” You said, giggling silently.
Brittany and Tommy watched you, smiling like proud parents. “Alright folks, we’re gonna end this podcast here. Thank you guys so much for tuning in, thank you guys for coming.” She motioned to you two, “It’s always so nice to see you guys, love catching up with you. If you’re not already subscribed, you should do that. Leave a like, a comment, whatever you want.”
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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 2.
Part 1- Here
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Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate
Where we left off-
You twisted the hem of your shirt, silence growing as you thought. Your mother wasn’t saying anything new. On your lonelier days, like today, the words sounded eerily similar to your own thoughts. If this conversation had happened on any other day, you knew how forceful your ‘No!’ would be. But today was today.
“Okay.” Your whisper seemed more like a shout into the quiet. “I’ll do it. I’ll go.”
“You will? Oh Y/N! How wonderful! Since I already said yes, of course. You’ll need to come home right away, the omiai is the day after tomorrow, and we need to get you a proper outfit!”
“So soon?” Your mind raced. Bakugou was still in heat. What would you do? There was no way… Your thoughts slowed. But there was a way. Plenty of ways. Katsuki had many friends that could look after him. Friends he was actually comfortable letting into his apartment. You knew he’d let Kirishima take care of him. Mina absolutely could convince him to eat and drink, no matter how grumpy he was. There was a pain in your chest as a familiar thought wound through your brain. Katsuki didn’t need you. He never had. As if in a fog, you heard yourself saying, “I’ll need a little bit to take care of some things here; but I can be home tonight. See you soon.”
You heard your mother happily continue rambling even as you hung up. You stared at the wall for a few minutes, unseeing. You were really doing this, huh? Pushing yourself up, you rummaged around your kitchen; finding bags and filling them with snacks and drinks. Before you could think better of it, you dialed Kirishima. He answered on the fourth ring.
“Hey dude! What’s up?”
“Kiri, I need your help. Can you come over now? I’ll explain when you get here.”
“Yeah man, I’ll be right over. Hang tight.”
A few short minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to see a tall, concerned looking redhead. You ushered him inside as you went back to the kitchen, continuing to make up care packs.
“Hey, now what is it, Y/n? It sounded serious.”
“It is and it isn’t,” you say; looking over at him as you shove gatorade into bags. “There’s a… family emergency. I need to go home right away for a few days.”
“Ouch, that’s rough man! It’s Bakubro having his heat right now?”
“Exactly. That’s why I need your help. Can you bring one of these bags to him each day? Make sure he eats and drinks at least? I know he trusts you.”
Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. “Of course man! Anything to help!” He looked over the supplies, inconspicuously checking what you’d already packed. “You want to scent some stuff for him before you go too?”
You shook your head, forcing yourself not to wince as you lied to your friend yet again. “I’d better not. I don’t want to give him a bag of stuff soaked in distressed alpha scent. Besides, I scented some stuff for him this morning; that should be enough.”
Kirishima frowned but nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Have you told him yet?”
You shake your head. “No. No reason to stress him out until I know for sure what I’m dealing with, and call when I have a better idea. Might not even take a full day if I’m lucky.”
“Yeah, hopefully. It’s really shit timing, isn’t it.”
You nod as you place the last of the bags on the counter, satisfied with your work.
“It is. But I trust you to take care of him. You’re a great alpha like that.”
Kirishima chuckled and preened at the praise. “I am great, aren’t I? I’ll do my best, but I’m no match for you.”
You give a small, tight smile as you walk to your junk drawer, rummaging until you find one of your spare keys. You chuck it at your friend, who catches it easily. “Here. This way you can let yourself in and just grab a bag each day.”
“Can do, Dudette! Anything else?”
You considered as you retrieved a duffle bag, making a mental list of what you’d need to pack. “Not really? I haven’t told anybody else that I’m going yet. Wasn’t sure if I should ask Mina or some of the others to check in too. You know how Bakugou can be with his heats, and I want to make sure he’s comfortable.”
“Oh yeah, that makes sense. I’ll probably wait til tomorrow and see what he wants to do.” Kiri watched you as you paced around. “Need any help packing?”
You nodded with half a smile. “Yeah. Thanks, Kiri.”
In a few short hours you were packed with enough supplies for a few days, and on a train headed home. Your mother had agreed to meet you at the station. The scenery rushed by a window in a blur. Your eyes were unfocused as you watched the view whip by. You were really doing this. For the first time in years, you were leaving your omega… No. You were leaving Katsuki alone for his heat. You were leaving him alone so you could go to a marriage date. To meet an omega theoretically with the intention of bonding. Guilt weighed heavily on you as you exited the train hours later. You saw your mother waving to you from across the station. This was it. No turning back now.
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Bakugou growled as the morning light streamed in his window, smacking him across the eyes. He wished he could just sleep until the whole fucking heat was over. He hated everything about it. He hated the itching of his skin, the hazy fog affecting his brain, the slimy slick that oozed out of him steadily. He hated the burning need to fuck and breed and to have his alpha close. Bakugou snarled to himself. He refused to be a slave to his weak ass biology. He wasn’t some weak, pitiful, flower. He was a top ten hero! He was going to be number one! And the next bastard who told him he should be home tending to his pups and letting an alpha take care of him was going to get an explosion up the ass. As if he needed some knotted headed alpha. Bakugou glanced at his clock, frowning when he saw the time. Usually his alpha would be here by now to drop off his care bag. He scratched at the swollen, irritated scent glands on his neck. It’s not like he fucking cared if Y/N was late. Just, he couldn’t remember the last time she had been. And maybe he was getting antsy because the strength of his heat scent was already starting to overpower the scented blanket he had woven into his nest, close to his pillows.
A knock sounded from the door, and with a relieved huff Bakugou rushed to answer it. He took a deep breath in to calm himself, before flinging the door open.
“About fucking time you showed up, shitty…” He trailed off as his brain registered the tall, red-headed man standing in front of him was very much not his alpha. “What the fuck are you doing here, shitty hair?”
Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Hey man, sorry not to call beforehand, but I told Y/N I wouldn’t.”
Confused, Bakugou looks Kirishima up and down again, this time spotting the familiar bag the redhead was holding. “What the fuck are you doing with my stuff? Where’s my shitty alpha?”
Kiri frowned and held up the bag. “Don’t call Y/N shitty. She asked me to bring this over. Look, man, can I just come in and explain what’s going on?”
Reluctantly, Bakugou stood aside holding the door open as his friend came in. The blond stuck his head into the hallway, half looking for his alpha. His inner omega growing restless when there was no sign of you. With a grumble, he slammed the door, turning to where his friend had thrown himself onto the sofa. “So what the fuck, Kirishima? Where’s Y/N? Why didn’t she come here herself?”
Kiri tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. “She had some sort of family emergency and had to go home for a bit. She didn’t want to worry you because she didn’t know how serious it was or how long it would take. She said she’d call and update us when she’s able to.”
Bakugou’s omega whimpered in his chest. His alpha was gone? His alpha had left him alone when he couldn’t follow to make sure they were alright? He knew how much your family stressed you out normally, let alone in an emergency. A traitorous part of his brain whispered to him, asking if this wasn’t exactly what he had wanted? Hadn’t he growled at his mate, wanting to be left alone? Bakugou hadn’t realized there was a plaintive whine escaping his throat until Kirishima wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“Hey, bro, it’s okay. I know it’s rough, but I’m here. And I can call Mina and Sero if you want company. Been a while since we’ve had a pack get together. Y/N might not be here right now, but she wanted to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”
Bakugou nodded stiffly as he went to go paw through the bag Kirishima had brought.
Jerky, drinks, chocolate- Bakugou frowned. “Was this the only bag?”
“I mean, there’s a bag for each day for about a week’s worth; so I just grabbed one. Why man, something missing? Need me to go get you something?”
Katsuki shook his head. He wasn’t going to ask Kirishima of all people where his usual bag of scented items was. If Y/N was in a rush, that would explain it. Bakugou hoped that was the case, and he wouldn’t have to actually ask you to scent things for him again. He’d rather be kidnapped by villains again than admit to how much your rich chocolate scent soothed him and helped him sleep peacefully. There was no way the items you had left yesterday would last him through the rest of his heat.
“Actually, shitty hair, could you go get me some Yakult? Been craving it this heat.”
Kiri jumped up with a grin. “Sure, bro! No problem! Be right back!”
The omega gave a lazy wave as Kiri jogged out the door. As soon as the door shut, he bolted to the bathroom and applied as much scent blocker as he could stand. It wouldn’t hold up long against his heat pheromones, but should work for what he intended to do. Bakugou grabbed his keyring from the hook by the door, rushed down the hallway to the stairway, and started climbing upward; taking the stairs three at a time. In less than a minute, he was standing outside the door to your apartment.
It felt strange, Katsuki thought as he flipped through his keys until he found yours. It was strange that in all your years of dating he had only been inside your apartment a handful of times. He unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. As the wall of scent that was uniquely you smacked him in the face, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease. Maybe the strangest thing was that you lived three floors apart instead of sharing a space together. Because then he wouldn’t be here, doing this; he thought as he made a beeline to your bedroom. He knew exactly what he was after. Recently scented items lost their smell fairly quickly. But something you used daily, with your scent glands brushing against it every time? That would last him a month, if not longer. Besides. You were his alpha. He wouldn’t have to come in and steal your pillow if you had just scented more stuff for him in the first place. He buried his face in your pillow and inhaled deeply. He whimpered as your rich scent filled his nose, causing his slick to increase. Reluctantly he made his way to the door with his prize, even as every instinct told him to build a nest on the soft bed and wait for his mate to come home to him.
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You sighed, adjusting the cuffs of the outfit your mother had picked and shoved you into. Today was the day. The day you met your perspective “bride.” You snorted at the old fashioned ideology. At times like these you felt like you understood Bakugou better. Omegas deserved to be treated as more than just their dynamic. Luckily, most of society agreed nowadays; with omegas able to hold any job and no one being forced to marry. Unluckily, the omiai remained one of the last extremely traditional accepted ceremonies. Your parents were in another room, exchanging your scented handkerchief with one from whoever the poor omega was. According to tradition, if you both went into heat and rut upon scenting each other; you would both be married and mated that same day. What happened more often, you thought cynically, is as long as you didn’t gag at each other’s scent, you’d meet in person to see if you found each other compatible.
You were broken out of your ruminations by the sound of a door opening. Your mother practically skipped toward you, holding out the paper wrapped package with the hanky inside. You tuned out her nattering about how good this match could be as you unwrapped the paper and brought the cloth to your nose. Your brow furrowed. You inhaled deeply, just to make sure. The sharp tang of citrus hit your nose. You knew this scent from somewhere. “Hey mom,” you spoke softly. “I think I’d like to see them now.”
“Oh!” Your mother blinked in surprise. “Of course, of course! This way!”
Your mother led you into an elegant private room. You settled onto a cushion as your parents went to see if the omega had agreed to meet. Glancing about the room, you wondered exactly how many times you’d see the inside of this teahouse if you kept agreeing to these meetings. It didn’t feel right, you thought with a frown. But if you gave up on Bakugou, this was your destiny. Awkward meeting after awkward meeting until you clicked enough with someone to risk settling down.
You glanced up at the sound of the door. In came your parents, then the Yokomadas. You did a double take as the final person, the omega you were here to meet, entered the room. They looked equally as startled as your eyes locked.
“Y/N?”
“Denki?!”
That's it for part 2! Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for part 3! If anyone has any questions regarding the fic or how this particular omegaverse operates, please feel free to shoot me an ask.
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New Partners
Erik Stevens x Black!Reader
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(Y/N) and Erik are partnered up on a mission. After getting stuck together, things get a little heated between the two.
Warning: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content, Semi Fight Scene, mention of infertility, self harm
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(Y/N) looked around the table with men as she rolled her eyes. So many men sitting here with their pride so far up their ass, it was showing in their face. She knew they had a problem with her being here, but it was more that just that. She was one of the best assassins this organization had to offer. They were intimidated by that. Who wouldn’t be.
You were on of the girls that escaped the Red Room. That’s right. You were a black widow, trained along side the infamous Natalia Romanova. Better known as Natasha Romanoff. After loosing you’re home from S.H.I.E.L.D, you joined this organization. Just one thing threw it off. You were the only women here. Even though you irked something in their head, they couldn’t help but find you sexy. The only person in here who’s never given her a hard time was Erik.
Erik was to himself. He didn’t speak to no one unless it was call for for a mission. He was just to himself.
“Good morning everyone.” Your boss Ricky came in as you put your phone away. “I’m going to keep this meeting short and simple. We heard a big deal going around the streets that some of the alien space craft parts from the attack on New York in 2012 is floating around the black market. We will be attending a bidding so that we can get those parts in our hands. Each of you guys here have been handpicked by me because you are one of the best that we have here.” he said.
After going her case file, she saw that was playing the role of Isabella Hardaway. The wife of Simone Hardaway. She looked at all the information that was given to her.
After the meeting, she was walking to her office when she felt someone tap her shoulders. She turned around seeing Erik standing there with his arms cross. It looked as if she just came back from a mission considering he had all of his tactical gear on.
“I am going under as Simone Hardaway. Meet me at my office to discuss details before you go on lunch..” Was all he said before stepping away. She turned around walking back to her office and shutting the door.
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Before her lunch break, she walked to Erik's office knocking on the door. She heard a come in before walking into his office. The first thing she noticed was the interior of it. Everything was black and gold. It smelled good in her, kind of like Pine Cone. And he had a lot of Wakandian artifacts. The only reason she knew about it was because back in the red room she would read all types of articles and books about Wakanda.
“You have a very nice office..” she trailed off.
“Let’s just talk about the mission, yeah?” he said. She nodded.
“Sure.”
Erik was a cutie. She was always attracted to the guys who didn't say much. Due to some research, she knew it was always the niggas that didn't talk a lot knew had to handle business.
And there was nothing more than she wanted for him to handle her...
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(Y/N) rode the elevator back to the quarters that same night. It was time for them to start the plan and she was only a couple of minutes late. As the doors opened, she walked into the building and instantly everyone's eyes were on her.
She ignored their stares as she went to the tactic room grabbing the gear that she needed. As she was signing out her equipment, Erik came beside her leaning against the wall.
“You’re late.” he simply said as she looked up at him giving him a fake smile. She closed booklet before looking at him standing up fully.
“Sorry but I have to look the part of a billionaire.” she said then looked at herself. “It just doesn’t happen sweet heart.” she finished before walking out the room. Erik turned around as she walked past him, looking at her backside as she walked outside the door.
There was no hesitation that Erik wanted to have his way with her. She was fine, smart and witty. She’s been working here a little over two years now and this was the first time he could actually talk to her. Even the first time on a mission.
They received their instructions sitting in the back of the limo, riding to the place where they were doing the bidding at. (Y/N) was looking over the notes she had tucked into her clutch before Erik spoke up.
“You shouldn’t hide the notes in your hand bag.” he said in a suggestive tone as she looked at him.
“I’m not. I just bring it with me so that I could go over everything before the mission.” she said folding it and tucking it under the seat. He shook his head chuckling. She looked at him raising an eyebrow. “Oh wow.. he actually laughs. Someone record this.” she said shaking her head.
“Anyways...” he trailed off turning around and looking at him. “There are somethings that you need to know about this place. It’s heavenly guarded. Metal detectors everywhere. So.. those weapons you have is useless.” he said.
“Yeah I figured that out. But that’s why I have this.” she pulled her dress up to see a knife strapped to her thigh. Erik wasn’t really focused on the knife, more of how full her thighs looked. Damn, he wouldn’t mind being in between those thighs and getting lost. She pulled it back down, Erik not making it noticeable that he wasn’t paying attention at all.
“A knife. You are going up against a bunch of men with guns... and your defense is a knife?” he asked pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Oh.. you have a lot to learn my friend.”
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They inserted the hall, their arms linked with each other. “Their holding the parts on the 5th floor but it’s heavily guarded.” They heard in their coms.
“We need to make our presence known a little bit, then we can sneak off.” she told him as he nodded.
“Ah, you must be Simone and Isabella, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” An Italian man walked up to them. Erik reached his hand out for him to shake.
"Ah, you must be Giovanni." Erik said to him as (Y/N) shook his hand.
"Oh wow, you're even beautiful in person." he winked at her. Deep inside, she was disgusted. But she had to play along with the roll.
"Oh stop, you're making me blush." she playfully said as he smirked at her.
"Well the bidding is going to start an hour so make yourselves comfortable." he said. They were left alone as Erik whispered in her ear.
"We need to get back there before they start bidding." he said as she nodded.
"I memorized the floor plan of the place. There is a hallway on the left side of the building behind the bar. It should direct us back there." she said. They saw the entrance was blocked by two guards standing there with AK-47s.
"Yeah, but those big ass niggas standing in the way." he said as she smirked at him.
"Well, all we need is a distraction." she said to him as he leaned back in the chair. "What do you mean you have a plan?"
"Just follow my lead..."
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She walked to Fabian tapping his shoulder. He turned around about to snap until he saw who it was. "Oh, Mrs. Hardaway. Is everything alright?" he asked placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Actually, one of your guests here have been incredibly rude to me. A-And it's just making me and my husband a bit uncomfortable and I really just don't appreciate it." she said shaking her head.
"Who!?"
She pointed in the direction where a man by the name of Rodney stood. She knew who he was. Rodney was one of the dudes that ran a drug ring on the West Coast near Compton. He was a hot head that didn't mind popping off on anyone at any minute.
Mixed with Giovanni, who didn't think with his head but his fist. If this was going to be a distraction, she didn't know what was.
"Aye, what the fuck Rodney!" Giovanni yelled walking over to him. "Why the fuck you're being a bitch!?" he exclaimed as Rodney eyes went wide with pure anger.
"Nigga who the fuck are you calling a bitch, bitch."
And they fell right into place. The two guards standing at the door ran to the commotion as Erik walked calmly to the back door. She followed as they ran down the hallway.
"See, easy work." she said to him as he shook his head.
"No you're just lucky that the two of them don't know how to control their emotions." she responded as she shrugged.
"Same thing." He followed her as the posted behind a wall. She turned her head to see more guards standing at the entrances. She turned to look at Erik putting up five fingers to tell him that there were five guards.
She dug into her purse grabbing the penny electricity lock before turning around smirking at Erik. She flipped it around the corner before she heard the groans.
"Yo.. you're fucking crazy." he shook his head as she smirked.
"Okay, well look where it got us." she said walking down the hall. She picked up the guns only to see that they were digitally activated. "What kind of..." she whispered looking at this.
"Yeah we can't use these." Erik said looking over her shoulder.
"Whelp the only form of weaponry is my knife so let's get this thing rolling." They grabbed the key card opening the door letting themselves inside. Erik shut the metal door before he walked in shutting the metal doors.
"I have a feeling that Ricky only sent me on this mission for the if it goes wrong because it seems like you got this figured out." Erik said leaning against the table. She dug into her purse grabbing a pair of tweezers before she chuckled. "
"I've seen you're record file, you have some pretty impressive stunt work under your feet." she said as he tilted his head to the side.
"So you stalked me?"
"No, I was just making sure that Ricky didn't put me with an idiot. And he has not." she said cutting the wires to the safe. She heard the air exit the safe before Erik opened the safe. He grabbed the piece as (Y/N) looked at it.
"That's it? It literally just looks like scrap metal." she said as he nodded.
"Well, this is what we need so-"
"Hands up!" Both of them turned around to see a guard standing at the door. "Put it down and step away from the safe." he said as she looked at Erik. He placed it on the ground before the guard walked further inside.
"Alright, lift your dress up."
"Nigga what the fuck?'
"Excuse me?"
"I'm the one with gun here, lift it up." he said as she nodded.
"You don't have to do this? I mean-"
"Shut up! Lift it." she nodded, faking pouting. She lifted up her dress before grabbing the knife aiming it at his arm than throwing it making him drop the gun.
"What the-" Erik punched him the nose the nose before flipping him on his back, grabbing his arm and bending it before she heard a crack. Before he could scream, Erik punched him again in the face as his eyes went shut and he laid limped on the floor. She grabbed the wreckage before smiling at him.
"A bunch of men with guns.. and you bring a knife?" she mocked him as he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah.. okay. You can handle yourself. I like that." he said licking his lips as she raised her eyebrows.
"Don't look at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like that. You lookin at me with some, 'I wanna fuck you' eyes." she said as he smirked.
"Maybe I do."
"Boy bye. You wouldn't know what to do with all this even if it came with instructions. Now come on." she said walking out with a sway in her hips.
"Damn..."
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They were outside walking to the limo when the agent on the phone started talking. "Change of plans you guys. They found that there has been a breach with the stuff. So you guys have to stay in character. We guys got you a hotel downtown." they heard as Erik mumbled a 'shit'.
"Well let's get out of here before they think of something?" he said, she agreeing. They got into the car before the limo driver pulled off.
They made it to the five star hotel and settled into their rooms before she sighed. "We don't even have clothes." she groaned as he shrugged.
"I sleep naked anyways." he said walking into the bathroom.
“By the way, they have the room wired just in case something goes left!” she yelled out for him but he didn’t hear her. She smacked her teeth before taking off her shoes. I mean she did too, but sleeping next to him. She wasn't going to lie, she was a bit intimidated by him. But oh well.
As she waited for him to get out the shower, she went through some paperwork she bought with her before she stripped from her gown laying it on the sofa that was in the living room. She grabbed a whiskey glass from the bar before pouring herself a glass of crown royal that Erik purchased. She drink a little more before she felt herself have a little buzz.
She had a wet rag wiping the make up off when he stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t even notice the shower stopped running. He had the tower wrapped around his waist before looking her up and down. She noticed the scars that sat over his body.
Damn that shit looked sexy...
He wasn’t hiding that he was checking her out. His eyes traced over her frame. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he looked up at her. He looked further down noticing the scar above her abdomen.
“What happened to you?” They both said at the same time.
“I said it first.” she said quickly, as he rolled his eyes.
“Do you want the simple version or the extended version.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “Extended version?”
“It’s just something that I did to myself to remind me how many people I killed. You know, never make me loose sight of who I really am. Also to remind myself of what I can become.” he responded honestly.
“You did that to yourself?” she asked, shocked. He nodded. “And you call me crazy...” she said as he chuckled.
“And you?”
“Do you want the simple version or the extended version?” she asked him.
“Extended.”
“So, I grew up in the program called the red room.” she started.
“Oh yeah. I heard about that shit. That’s why you’re so good at what you do.. huh?” he said as she nodded.
“Yeah, well anyways. At your graduation ceremony, we had this procedure done. They told us it was just tying tubes so you don’t mess up and get pregnant. But turns out, they took... everything.”
“Ohh...” he trailed off. “That’s-”
“Yeah, It sucks. I want my life to be more than just this. I want to have a kid one day but that’s never going to happen so.. yeah.” she responded.
“Damn, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t want to end so awkwardly, so she used a little bit of her dark humor. Something she did to avoid having to dig into her feelings.
“But on the bright side, I don’t have periods. The sex is amazing, well depending on the person I’m fucking.” she responded as he squinted his eyes.
“Why you say that?”
“Well, if their clean, I don’t need protection. And sex is best when it’s raw.” she winked at him. His eyebrows raised with a sense of caution. He didn’t know if that was a sign or something, but he took it as one.
“Well, I need to get going into the shower.” she walked passed him, walking into the bathroom before turning around and shutting the door. Apart of her wished that he would turn around and follow her inside but she knew he would never do that.
She stripped naked before turning the water to a comfortable temperature. After that, she stepped in letting the water drip down her skin. The water pressure in the shower was no joke.
While she was in her own little world, lathering her body up, she didn’t even notice that Erik came into the bathroom with her. He took the towel off placing it on the sink before putting his hands on the glass. She still didn’t notice that he was in the bathroom with her. Erik wanted that.
He slid the door open, (Y/N) turning around in shock to see him standing there. Dick standing tall and him breathing hard. (Y/N) was stuck. Here he is, one of the sexiest man she has ever laid eyes on, is butt naked in the shower with her. Something took over her as she wrapped her tiny hands around his dick slowly stroking it up and down.
“You want this dick, (Y/N)?” Oh his voice was deep deep. “Once I start I ain’t going back. I plan on ruin your little ass.” he said as she looked up at him.
“That’s what I want..” she whispered to him. She leaned forward placing a kiss in his chest before making her way down, placing kisses all the way until she was face to face with the monster.
His dick was just as beautiful as him. Long and thick, a vein very noticeable and his tip leaking out with ore cum. “You want this pussy?” she asked him, putting her hand down there rubbing her clit in a circular motion. “She stay wet and ready to take some big dick like this..” she whispered kissing along his dick. He clenched his jaw as he leaned against the shower wall.
“Keep talking like that. Watch me fuck that mouth of yours.” he warned her as she smirked. She wrapped lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around it collect all of the syrup he had to offer. Sweet but tangy. She liked it.
She slowly made her way down his dick as he closed his eyes throwing his head back. “Yeah... you know what you doin. Show me what ya little freaky ass got.” he said to her. She wrapped her other hand around the base stroke it as she sucked him properly. It was nice and slow. For her sake, this man was big. Way too big to fit in her mouth. She don’t even know how she managed to get this much of him.
“You’re so big Erik.. you sure it’s gonna fit in this tight ass pussy?” she asked him as he chuckled.
“You should be asking yourself that question. I’m digging in that shit no matter-ooh.” his sentence was cut short when she started to stroke him faster while sucking his dick. “Show off then. Little nasty bitch, I love me a nasty bitch. Play with that pussy. I want the shit dripping down my chin when I eat that shit you hear me?” he said as she nodded.
“Yes sir.” Oh that made his dick jump. She noticed the little peak of excitement before smirking to herself. She focused her attention on his dick before letting him fuck her mouth. Her hands were on the floor as he grabbed her hair keeping her still as he attacked her throat.
“Fuck! Your shit is dangerous ma!” With a final thrust, he came all down her throat. It came out of no where and she coughed. She wasn’t no bitch though and swallows it.
“Swallow all that shit.” he directed her. He saw her swallow it before smirking. “Stick ya tongue out.” she stuck her tongue out before he grabbed her by the throat pulling her to her foot. Within a split second, he had his tongue down her throat. He sucked on her tongue, tongue gliding along each other as she moaned.
“I know, I’m finna play in that pussy right now. I know she’s wet.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out once more as he looked at her confused until it finally hit him.
This is just one nasty bitch... yeah he definitely keeping up with this one.
He spat in her mouth as she smiled bringing him into a soul crushing kiss. “Go put your leg on the counter, I’m hungry and I want some of that pussy.” he told her as she smiled in content. She opened the glass door before stepping out. He followed her to the counter as she placed her leg on the counter stretching out. He walked behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his hard dick rubbing against her thighs as she leaned back against him. With his other hand, he rubbed her ass then giving it a slap.
She gasped then moaned as he smirked at you. "You like that, don't you?" he said as she nodded. His fingers traced around further before he was rubbing her clit from the back.
"You got this wet just by sucking my dick?" he asked her a she nodded.
"Yes.. I love sucking dick." she told him as he smirked.
"Yeah, slutty ass." Unexpectedly, he dipped his finger in her pussy as she gasped. Damn this nigga have some thick ass fingers.
"Shit you tight.. you sure she can take all this dick." he said rubbing his dick against her ass as she nodded.
"Yes I can take it- ooh." she moaned closing her eyes throwing her head back. He curved his finger hitting her G-Spot as she moaned.
"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" she gasped out as he kissed her shoulder. His pace went faster as she felt a pressure in her abdomen. "I'm going to cum.." she whispered.
"Yeah, let me get that." he said as she smirked. A couple of seconds later, she came all over his fingers. He kept going like nothing ever happened. She was overly sensitive, and he could tell bu the slight shake she had.
"Fuck... Erik wait." she gasped as he shook his head laughing.
"Nah, all that fucking teasing you did. Keep your leg up. Don't fucking move." He bent down gliding his tongue along her folds as she fluttered her eyes shut.
Erik moaned as her wetness dripped down to his tongue. He thought it was damn near impossible for someone to be this wet but here she is like a faucet. He stood up as she placed her foot on the ground. He turned her around lifting her up and sitting her on the counter. She bit her lip looking at him as he shook his head.
"It doesn't make any fucking sense how wet this pussy is.." he said to her. He grabbed his dick rubbing his tip along the fold as he sighed in pleasure.
"Stop teasing me.."
"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." he grunted at her. He teased her a bit more before entering his slowly.
"Fuck..." she whispered out as he stretched her out. "Fuck you're filling me up."
Erik on the other hand went silent. He was in complete shock about this. He slowly started to thrust as she gripped the counter top for support.
"Good ass pussy, this my shit here. You understand?" he said as she nodded.
"Yes.. oh my god." she groaned. She put her hands between their bodies, rubbing her clit in circular motions. "Faster please." she moaned a nodded. He started to fuck her faster, the sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls.
"Fuck..."he groaned picking her up. He walked out into the room, pushing her against the wall, thrusting faster into her. She let out a loud scream before he kissed her to muffle the noise.
"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."
"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise." he said a she nodded.
"Talk to me."
"Yes, I hear her!" she moaned.
"Yeah, she like that shit. Slutty ass pussy.." he grunted. She bit his shoulder in attempt to keep her from screaming.
"I-I think I'm about to cum." she whispered as he smiled. "Let me feel that shit." With a tight squeeze, she released all on him as she hit her head against the wall.
"FUCK!" she groaned. Her body shook once more as he carried her to the bed. He flipped her on her stomach before arching her back.
"We not done.. far from it." he said. Without warning, he thrusted fully into her, thrusting into her at a fast pace. She bit the sheet as she moaned. Tears rolled down her eyes as she let the pleasure overwhelm her.
"What happened to me not being able to handle yo ass? What was that shit you was talking?" he taunted her. Now it was her turn to be stuck. He grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her back to his chest. He laid his chin on her shoulder whispering in her ear. "Answer me when I'm talking to you? You got some good dick and now you can't talk?"
"Baby.. please." she whispered as he smiled at her. Oh that shit was wicked.
"Baby please what? I can already feel that pussy tugging on my shit. You about to cum again?"
"YES!" she screamed as he smacked her ass. "Stay just like that while I bust this nut all in your guts bitch." he grunted letting go of her hair. The pressure came quick again, and within a couple of seconds she squirting all over him and the bed. She lost balance falling into the bed with him following her.
It triggered his own orgasm as he let his cum drip deep inside of her. "Fuck!" he grunted out as she spasmed a bit feeling it.
"We ain't done..." he whispered to her as she groaned.
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Meanwhile, in the control room, the entire team was in shock. At first they were confused.
"It's silent, why can't we hear them?" Ricky said as one of the tech geeks, James, started typing away.
"Everything seem to be connected. We don't know. We can hear the shower running..." he said as Ricky stood up biting his nail.
"Maybe we should-"
"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" They heard that shit loud and clear.
"Uhhh...." James awkwardly said. It was silent for a few moments before the heard smacking noises. That's when they heard a loud scream.
"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."
"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise."
"Should we turn it off?" James said about to push the mute button.
"Just put them on low. We can't risk not hearing anything if something happens." Ricky said, his face in utter disgust. "Jesus Christ..." he said walking away shaking his head.
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The next morning, they woke up to a loud banging on the door. (Y/N) shot up looking around to see Erik laying next to her snoring." She grabbed the robe that the hotel provided wrapping it around her body. She ran to the door to see guards standing outside of her door. She opened it.
"Oh well how can I help you gentlemen?" she asked smiling at them.
"We are reporting to all the guests that was at the bid last night. Some artifacts was stolen from us." she said as she gasped.
"What? Oh my goodness, who would do such a thing?" she asked.
"Well we suspect you two. You guys aren't really together are-"
"Everything alright baby?" Erik came into view as they looked at him in shock. Not because of his scars but because all of the hickies and scratch marks that was over his body. They took notice of the ones that you had on your neck.
"No, they are accusing of us of not being together! They think we stole some artifacts from that place. Well I tell-"
"So why were you the first ones to leave?" he asked as she scoffed.
"After that fight, we decided that it was out of control and unprofessional. We can take our business else where." she said rolling her eyes. "Y'all don't have any cameras or security. Just ghetto if you ask me."
"We did have cameras, they were all out."
"So you're accusing us of stealing? We don't need to steal."
"Do you want us to show our wedding pictures? Because we-"
"Actually Mrs. Hardaway, we don't have any more questions. We are sorry for bothering you." he said. She slammed the door in their face before turning around.
"I'm surprise you can even walk."
"Shut the hell up."
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They made it back to the quarters for the briefing. After the briefing Ricky went to your office to talk to you and Erik. "First I would like to say congratulations. You guys did an excellent job." he smiled at the two.
"Well you know I always try my best." (Y/N) said smiling back to him.
"And another thing. If you know the room is wired, please be a little more quiet when you guys do the do. It's very uncomfortable." he said before walking out. (Y/N) eyes went wide as Erik chuckled shaking his head.
"I totally forgot that it was wired..." she said putting her hands in her face.
"To be honest... I realized half way through but I was like fuck it." he laughed as she threw a pen at him but he caught it. "While we're on topic, I need to finish up my report. But meet me in the quiet room in an hour. I want some more." he told her and with that he left.
Damn...
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"You Wanna Come In?"
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Author's note:
This is my thought when I woke up this morning. It's kinda suggestive(?) or nearly a smut. I thought that I should share it so you guys (who read this) can also imagine this🤤
Reminder: Sorry for my English lol my grammar sucks cause English is not my first language. Hope you can understand<3. Also this is my very very first smut/suggestive thing that I write so yeah it's basically sucks lol and yes, the title is based on Back Door by SKZ (I'mma stayzen yay)
Pairing : switch!hendery x switch!(f)reader x sub!xiaojun
Genre : smut (Lord pls have mercy on me)
Warning : bad english, threesome, mxm a little bit (only kissing), oral (giving/receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, Xiaojun's first time, slightly mommy kink, cum eating, kinda rough, basically pure filth, I think that's it (?)
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What if your boyfriend's best friend interrupted your hot session with your boyfriend at the hotel room? Why don't you just let him in and enjoy it together?
You, you're boyfriend:Hendery, and your boyfriend's best friend that become yours too: Xiaojun were in a 5 star hotel room in Seoul. Actually you guys planned for a staycation for 2 days. You want to spend your weekend with your boyfriend, Hendery. However, Xiaojun also want to kinda ruin your date with Hendery so you decided to ask him but sleep in the separate room. Your plan for tomorrow is just swimming in the hotel and have a fine dining.
Hendery chose the right room: executive suite room with 1 king size bed, an opened bathroom where you could see someone's taking a bath with a bathup in the center, mini bar, kitchen, living room, basically like an apartment with a nice view to the city. The most expensive room in that 5 star hotel.
Your hotel room is the only room at 25th floor so no need to be worry. Meanwhile Xiaojun sleep at the 24th floor. You and Hendery had waited for this moment. With no interruption, no one could see, you could do as much as you want, screaming and moaning as loud as you can while having sex without afraid that anyone could hear it. It's just the two of you. You can imagine, having sex with your boyfriend on the couch, on the kitchen pantry, or on the king size bed freely with no one can see. You already put your things in the bedroom with a smily face. Hendery too. Suddenly, he pinned you against the wall.
"I'm waiting for this moment, baby" he said near to your neck and his hot breath tickles. Kissing down to your neck, sucking and leaving spot that you're sure will stay there for the next week. He keeps kissing, sucking, licking your neck and up to your earlobe. "Should I fuck you on the couch hm, baby? No one can see us. I'm getting bored fucking you on the bed" he said. You just nod and he started to kiss your lips. Basically a french kiss. Tongue fighting against each other finding for dominance. Hendery is really good at it so you let his tongue dominate yours.
You know this will happen so you already wearing your lingerie that he gave you at your birthday. A pink lacy lingerie which shows a bit of your nipple. You know his favorite color is pink. He removed your shirt and start kneading on your covered breast, playing with your perked nipples with his thumb and index finger. His lips still kissed you and he carried you onto the couch with lips still connected to each other. He removed his shirt showing the abs that he had been working recently. You smiled. It's been a long time since you guys had sex. cause he's really busy as an idol, while you're busy on you work too.
He noticed your smile and smirked. "Only for you, baby". You nodded. "Only for me" you said, tracing your hands up and down his abs. He removed your lacy bra, revealing your soft breast. He started licking your left nipple like a cat while his right hand playing with the other. He sucked your nipple with no mercy, he pretends that your nipple is your mouth, making out with it. He did the same with the other one. "F-feels so fucking good. I love your mouth, baby. Playing with my nipples. You like it, huh?" you moaned while your hand grabbed his hair in a fistful making him groan and giving the vibration.
His mouth going down to kiss your inner thighs near your entrance. Slapping your thigh, he asked while playing with the waistband of your underware "Can I take this off? Want to play with your beautiful pussy". You nodded and he removed your lacy panties. "So fucking wet. I make you this wet, huh?" he slapped your pussy making you jolted. "This wet pussy is mine" he said proudly. Hendery wanted to kiss your clit but suddenly the bell rang, making both of you groan.
"Room service?" you asked and Hendery shook his head. "Nope, I bet it's Xiaojun. As always, he ruin the moment. Wait" he went to open the door. Xiaojun stood in front of the door and rubbed his stomach. "Dude I'm hungry. Wanna go dinner? And where's your shirt?" Xiaojun asked but he nodded a few seconds later. "Ahhh, sorry to ruin your moment again. I'll go by myself" Xiaojun said while he wanted to leave but Hendery held his hand to stopped him. "You're not disturbing us. You wanna come in?" Hendery asked. Xiaojun raised his eyebrow. "Wait, are you like.. Having sex with Y/n right now? Dude I don't want to disturb you freakin nuts" Xiaojun said and wanted to leave again but Hendery stopped him again. "Hmm, that's okay if you want to.. Maybe.. Join us? Do something crazy together? You know, threesome Haha" Hendery asked and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Xiaojun shook a bit and start thinking. He smiled and said "If it's okay for you two. I'm getting tired pleasuring myself and wanna try somthing new". Hendery let Xiaojun in.
Xiaojun stopped in front of your naked body on the couch while you panicked and tried to cover your body. "WHAT THE HELL??! XIAOJUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??!" you shouting but didn't find a thing to cover your body so you just let Xiaojun saw your naked body with mouth wide opened. "I asked him to come in" Hendery said with a smirk on his face. He came to you and rub your cheeks. "Why don't we try something new, Y/n? I know that you've been fantasizing this before. Getting 2 cocks to fuck your pussy?" he said while looking at Xiaojun who was kinda terrified right now. Hendery was really different here. He's a cheerful guy outside, but when it comes to sex, he's freaking wild. It's like seeing a different person which made Xiaojun shock. You looked at Hendery with the 'how did you know' sight. "How about you? Do you want to?" you asked Xiaojun and he nodded vigorously. "I-I mean.. There's nothing wrong since your boyfriend agree with it. I also want to.. You know.. Pleasuring myself with real pussy? " Xiaojun said. You nodded your head slowly. "Well.. If both of you agree, okay then" you answered while Hendery and Xiaojun looked at each other with a smirk on their face. "But, with one condition" then they looked at you, curious about your next words. "I want to be the dom. You have to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. If you don't, you'll get a punishment. Do you understand?" you asked them. At first, they actually kinda didn't agree but since Xiaojun didn't have experience and Hendery wanted to try something new so both of them agreed.
You started to kiss your boyfriend. He kissed you back while grabbing and squeezing your ass, slapping it playfully. Xiaojun started to undress himself, only his boxer left. You rubbed your boyfriend's clothed boner, he's already that hard. Hendery groaned, biting your lips to giving his tongue the access to your mouth. You gave the 'come here' gesture to Xiaojun with you still kissed your boyfriend. He hesitated at first. You released the kiss. "Come here, don't be shy" you said. Xiaojun approached you two. You kissed Xiaojun until it turns into a heated makeout session. Your grabbed his hair to deepen the kiss. Hendery stood behind you, kissing and sucking the back of your neck, down to your shoulder while kneading your breast from behind. You released the kiss, finding air to breath. "You're such a good kisser" you praised Xiaojun and he's getting shy. "Better than me?" Hendery asked suddenly, stopping his act. You smirked, getting new idea. "Why don't you try it by yourself?" you asked him innocently. "I want to see you two kiss each other" you told them. At first, they looked disgust and hesitated to do it. "You're not obeying my words? Do you want punishment, hm babyboys?" you raised your eyebrow to look intimidating. Hendery shook his head. "No, mommy. I'll kiss him" he said. You actually kinda shocked cause it's the first time he called you that name. Hendery started to kiss Xiaojun. It was really awkward at first and turned into a messy kiss. But finally they found the rythm and going into a hot make out session. You sat on the couch, seeing your boyfriend make out with his best friend satisfied you a lot with a smirk on your face. Hendery's hand started to rub Xiaojun's clothed cock, with a moan came from his mouth. "A-ah.." he moaned into the kiss. Things getting really heated then you decided to touch yourself and playing with your clit a little bit to stimulate it.
After they released the kiss, you told them to undress themselves. Both of them were fully naked now. "Lay on the bed" you said and both of them were laying on the king size bed. "Hendery, can you eat me out? Xiaojun, I'm gonna suck your dick. Am I making myself clear?" you asked. "B-but I want you to suck my dick" Hendery protested. You smiled. "I can't even count how much I suck your dick. It's Xiaojun's first time though" you answered. Xiaojun got shy. "Ah.. Thanks Y/n" he said.
Hendery laid while you sit on his face. Xiaojun stood up beside the bed. Hendery started to playing with your clit with his tongue. "I-it's so fucking good, oh God" you moaned while looking at Xiaojun. You pumped his cock with your hand, precum leaking from the tip. Xiaojun groaned. "Do you like it -ah baby?" you asked and he nodded vigorously. "I like it. It feels so good" he moaned. You pumped it really slowly to stress him out. "I need your mouth, mommy. Fuck! I fucking need your mouth" Xiaojun said while throwing his head back. Oh, this guy also had mommy kink. You slapped his ass. He screamed. "That's not what I want, baby. Use your word" you said, still rubbing his cock slowly. "Mommy, I-I need your mouth, please? I want to feel your warm mouth. Pretty please?". You smiled and started to suck his cock, bobbing your head until his cock touch the back of your throat. You suck him at the same pace as Hendery's mouth at your clit. You moaned, causing the vibration to Xiaojun. "So f-fucking good. Holy shit!" Xiaojun moaned so hard. Hendery groaned. You moved your head faster. You felt him twitching in your mouth which means he's close. "I'm close. Shit! So fucking good. Please, don't stop" Xiaojun grabbing your hair, started to facefucking you but you decided to stop. "Do not touching!" you said and he groaned. "I won't let you cum if you do it again" you continued. "Y-yes. I'm sorry" he said. You slapped his cock a little making him hissed at the feeling. While Hendery's tongue playing your bundle of nerves faster then before. You curled your toes as he found the spot. "A-ah Yes! Right there! Don't stop" you grabbed Hendery's hair making him groan. He's tonguefucking you right now. You had cum few minutes ago if Xiaojun didn't come. But it's okay cause you had two beautiful men pleasuring you right now. Hendery kept abusing your sensitive spot. "I'm close! Wanna cum on your pretty face. Can I, prince?" you asked. He answered with a long whiny moan and finally you have your orgasm. Hendery's face was wet because of your juices. He laughed.
"You wanna try real pussy, huh? Why don't you fuck me? I wanna feel your cock wrap in my tight cunt. Can Xiaojun fuck me, prince?" you asked Xiaojun and Hendery's agreement. "Xiaojun, you really ruin the moment. I can't even feel my girlfriend's tight cunt first" Hendery said and you know he's jealous. You smiled. "Relax, prince. You're gonna receive a reward from me later" you rubbed his soft cheek. Hendery nodded. You were in position with knees and hands on the king size bed. Xiaojun positioning himself and entered you slowly. Both of you moaned while Hendery sat on the couch inside your bedroom, jerking himself off slowly cause he didn't want to cum yet. "You're so fucking big" you moaned and Xiaojun start off slowly, wanna make sure his cock fully inside you. "So tight. Is you're girlfriend suppose to be this tight?" Xiaojun asked Hendery with a smirk while the other just shook his head. "She's always tight for me. That pussy is mine by the way" he answered, still rubbing his own cock. Xiaojun started to go faster, jerking himself inside your cunt. "Shit! This is why you like to fuck her, yeah? So good!" Xiaojun teased Hendery again. Hendery got jealous and approaching you two. He stood in front of you, putting his dick inside your mouth and start facefucking you. You moaned and start to bobbing your head. You already forgot that he's breaking the rules but you want to pleasuring yourself. Being fucked by a dick in your cunt and mouth stuffed with a dick is the first time for you. Saliva and Hendery's precum mixture started to running down your chin, neck, and breast. While your juice and Xiaojun's precum leaking down from your cunt. "I-I wanna.. I wanna cum!! Can I cum inside you, mommy? Want to fill you so fucking bad" Xiaojun said while still pounding into you. Hendery sent a death glare to him. "What the fuck? She's my-" you cut him "Yes, baby. Cum inside me. Wanna feel your warm cum inside my pussy. I'm on pills" you said. Hendery rolled his eyes. Few thrusts later, Xiaojun finally released his cum. "I'm cumming! Mommy, I'm cumming. A-ahhh" he let out his dick. His cum leaking from your pussy, and he decided to eat you out. "Oh my God!! Xiaojun! S-so good! Fuckkk!" you moaned, your hands jerking Hendery off. "I'm close! C'mon baby. Eat that pussy. Yes like that! Yes!!" you screamed. Xiaojun kept his tongue exploring your cunt, sucking his own cum. Hendery shocked that a virgin boy could actually pleasured his girlfriend. "I'm cuming!!!" your whole body shaking and falling on the bed, basically Xiaojun made your body weak. You released your hand from Hendery's dick, edging him. He groaned.
"It's not fair! I haven't cum yet" he protested. You laughed. "Xiaojun, sit on the couch. You're good for a virgin. But you have to learn more on how to fuck from me" he continued, flip your body so you back lay on the bed. He inserted his cock into your pussy fully in without any warning making you jolt. "Fuck! I'm still sensitive!" you groaned and he smirked. "I don't fucking care" he let out his dick and fully fuck you again. He repeated many times before he started to pounding you with fast pace. You put your right leg on his shoulder, so he could go deeper. "Hnghh, deeper! I love you, I love your cock!" you moaned and he pounded you faster. "You love my cock that much, huh? Better than Xiaojun?" he asked, kneading your breast. You nodded. He then rubbed your clit to give more stimulation. You grabbed his hair roughly as he started kissing your neck. Xiaojun wanted to try something more. So he approching you two and sit on the bed. He started to suck your nipple while Hendery kept pounding inside and out of you. Xiaojun gave you more pleasure and you moaned. "Mmmm so good! Being my pussy fucked and nipple sucked" you grabbed Hendery's hair who now hiding in the crook of your neck sending hot air while your left hand grabbed Xiaojun's hair. Hendery's right hand jerking Xiaojun's dick making him moan. Xiaojun left your nipple from his mouth, instead he's using his fingers to play with your left nipple, Hendery's fingers playing with your right one, while his other hand still pumping Xiaojun. For the reward, Xiaojun kissed Hendery and their tongue fighting against each other. Xiaojun's left hand grabbed Hendery's hair to deepen the kiss. You were really satisfied for the view in front lf you. Xiaojun moaned into the kiss because the pressure that he got from his dick. Xiaojun's hand moved from your nipple to your clit. He rubbed it so fast, as fast as Hendery's pace in fucking you. "Shit! I'm close! Don't stop please, hngg yes! I love the way your cock fucking my pussy. I love you I love you! Xiaojun you're hand's so good playing with my clit. You like it, huh?" you moaned in pleasure. Both of them nodded. Hendery's hand moved faster in rubbing Xiaojun's dick making him moan too." I'm close too, baby. Let's cum together" Hendery asked. Xiaojun couldn't say anything, only throwing back his head. After few more thrust, three of you cum together. Loud moans from you three started to filled the bedroom. "Shit, I'm cumming, baby!" Hendery shouted. Xiaojun let a loud whine "A-ahhhh oh my God, hmmm" Xiaojun whined. Hendery cum inside of you, while Xiaojun's cum on your face, putting it inside your mouth. You swallowed his seed and open your mouth again and let out your tongue to show that you already swallow his cum.
Three of you laid on the bed, fully tired. "Fuck, that was hot" you said. Three of you laughed, actually didn't believe what just happen. "We should try it again sometimes. You have three holes right? We only use two" Xiaojun said. "No! I want to have sex with her, just the two of us. No more threesome. This is the last" Hendery protested. "You're the one who asked for a threesome, dumbass" Xiaojun answered, making you laugh. "Hahaha, maybe we should try next time? I haven't tried anal before" you said making your boyfriend's eyes glared to yours. "Anyways, you're still hungry right? Why don't you go to mcdonalds?" Hendery asked Xiaojun. "Because I still want to continue our time. I only cum once" He continued. Xiaojun laughed. "Okay, okay. Let me wear my clothes first. What do you guys want?" he asked. "2 big macs. And also, can you leave us longer? I mean, I want to fuck her until she passed out" Hendery answered while looking at you. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. I'll go. Thanks Y/n. Can wait to fuck your ass" Xiaojun said leaving both of you.
"So, why don't we continue our session just the two of us?" Hendery asked you, rubbing his own cock that get's hard again. "But now, you have to obeying my word. Do you understand, princess?" he reached your hair, grabbing it roughly. You gulped.
Here we go, guess you couldn't walk and doing your plans tomorrow.
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How To Court A Cryptid: 101 Chapter 3
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Content warning: Cursing, threats of violence, minor violence, transphobia and homophobia, leftist/anarchist views (Not really a warning, but for those who don’t agree with those views), smoking
“Hello chat! How are we doing today!?” Tommy yelled into his mic, talking to chat as he started his stream.
I sat on the side watching him talk to the chat, I couldn’t see chat but I could tell they were questioning why the lights were off, since Tommy kept smiling and trying not to giggle.
“Why are the lights off?” Tommy asked squinting at chat, I then rolled into the camera’s view.
“Well, typically cryptids like dark places where they can’t be seen” I said rolling in and leaning so I could see chat.
Chat then went 1 million miles per second they were all spamming cryptid and being amazed that I was real. I started to laugh really hard because some of the chats messages.
“Well, chat this is the Dream SMP discord cryptid; also known as- Can I say your name?” Tommy asked looking over at me. I smiled,
“Uh, I prefer Bas or bastard here on the innerwebs, but if you want sure you can say my name. Just don’t give like my home address or whatever” I said looking at chat smiling.
“what? Why would I- never mind. Okay chat this is Bastard.” Tommy said smiling looking over chats messages “Hey, can we turn on the lights?”
“UGGGHHHH, I guess” I said getting up and walking over to the light switch. I turned it on and saw Tommy walk over to see and stand next to me. I gave him a confused facial expression.
“Chat wants to see the height difference, you goblin” He said smiling looking down at me. I quickly stood my tippy toes, easy with the boots
“Okay, fit check, as you can see I have the superiors fashion sense chat. Tommy here has none, write that down” I said walking back to my chair.
“I do not! I have a great fashion sense!” Tommy said looking at me offended I started to cackle like a hyena
“Yeah, to be fair though, you are a teenager who live that streamer life style so I understand” I said after catching my breathe from laughing, Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah” He said crossing his arms, I looked over at chat
‘Gamer Bf and Alt s/o goals’
‘Are you a boy or a girl? I really can’t tell’
“Ew, I will punt you straight into the sun you heathens” I said with a face
“HEY! Don’t threaten my chat!” Tommy yelled at me
“They were shipping us. Ew, he is like my little brother. This isn’t sweet home Alabama people” I replied
“Okay fair enough, also chat they use they/them pronouns, respect that please” Tommy said looking at the monitor
“Thank you, so what are we gonna do?” I asked leaning back on my chair and grabbing the container of brownies.
“We could go on the SMP and mess with people” Tommy said grabbing a brownie and popping it into his mouth.
“Cool, give me the grand tour” I said popping a brownie into my mouth
Tommy then booted up Minecraft and got onto the SMP server, he made sure to show on stream
“Okay, lets show the cryptid how to be cool” Tommy said moving his character around
I looked over at the camera unamused, I looked at the stream and saw my face. I started to get uncomfortable and looked down.
“I am being perceived and I don’t think I like it...” I said picking at my nails
“You okay?” Tommy said looking over at me, I smiled and shook my head yes
“It’s okay, I’m just use to being blurry not in 4k resolution” I said chuckling
“Oh hey Dream is on” Tommy said looking on the list,
“He’s the sever owner right?” I asked looking on scream
“yes” Tommy said
“So, he’s like a goverment?” I asked smirking
“what are you thinkin?” Tommy asked looking over at me
I smiled before shrugging and setting down the container
“Well, as an anarchist, I don’t really like the government. So, maybe I could attack him while screaming ‘ACAB’ or ‘Down with the government bitches’ idk. Wait- will that get you in trouble. My bad” I said cutting myself off worried I said something that will get Tommy in trouble. He started laughing, more wheezing
“Omg, yes! Let’s do it!!” He yelled moving towards Dream and others of the server. I smiled,
‘Cryptid says ACAB?’
‘Anarchist? Technoblade might like this!’
Some of the chat said amazed I said something like that,
“Yes, chat ACAB all the way, demolish the government! Consume the rich people!!” I yelled excitedly
“Okay, how do you wanna do this?” Tommy asked
“Okay, I’ll attack while you get us into VC and you scream then I yell ‘ACAB bitches’“ I said scooting him over so I can take control of his character
“Okay good” Tommy said getting into the VC “Here we go!”
“By the way, I’m bad at Minecraft” I yelled before we joined and attacked Dream.
“AHHHHH” Tommy yelled
“ACAB BITCHES” I yelled after him attacking Dream
“Huh? Tommy! What the Fuck?” Dream yelled before he pulled out his own sword and started swinging
“Oh fuck!!” I yelled trying to get away
“Move!!” Tommy yelled before he died
“Uhhh, my bad” I said smiling at him, Tommy rolled his eyes
“Tommy what the hell man? Why did you attack me?” Dream asked
We both looked at each other before I smirked and leaned into the mic
“Tommy is no longer with us” I said deepening my voice
“What!? Tommy did you get hacked? I’ll open your stream” Sapnap said with Dream and George agreeing.
Tommy muted himself, turned off the music, then got up and moved the camera zooming in my face and then ran and turned off the lights. My face was only illuminated my the screen light, Tommy then hid, I was confused before he looked at me and winked. I turned and stared into the camera with a dead look.
“AHHHHHH!? WHAT THE FUCK!???” Was all we heard from the others, as we both started laughing
“The cryptid is real!?” George yelled
“Y’all have Discord Admin energy bitches” I said before we quit the VC and started wheezing. I started coughing and grabbed out my drink from my bag. I opened my Monster and chugged. Tommy kept wheezing so hard,
“Omg, did you guys hear them!? Omg that was so funny!” Tommy yelled, I chuckled
‘Dream: What the fuck!?’
‘Sapnap: GOT EM!’
“Dream is actually our Discord admin” Tommy said between laughing
“Ah, cool. He doesn’t have it actually, but now knowing. HMMMM” I said looking at the camera smirking
“Yeah, and Gogy is his discord kitten” Tommy said putting everything back to normal
“An I oop- Wait, that’s georgenotfound right?” I asked
Tommy leaned back into his chair giggling “yup, he’s the bestest man ever” he said smiling
“I thought that was Philza Minecraft?” I asked having a confused face
“Wait! Phil is on! Do you wanna meet the biggest man? Philza Minecraft” Tommy asked
“I thought you were the biggest man?” I asked smirking
“I am, well- we share the title anyways” Tommy said as he joined the VC
“Tommy, we just had your stream open!” we were met with,
Tommy started wheezing again, I smiled ‘Brothers’ I thought
“You’re going to get banned” A voice said; ‘Technoblade’ I thought remembering his voice from some of Tommy’s streams.
“Chaotic little shit” Philza said laughing
“The cryptid is real! Oh my god I have to tell Quackity, he thought you were using photoshop or whatever!” Wilbur yelled laughing
“God has let me live another day, so, I’m gonna make it everyone's problem” I said snickering, while I felt my face heat up. ‘God I feel like a zoo animal’ I thought smiling awkwardly
I don’t know any of Tommy’s friends really, and they don’t know much about me. Only that I’m Tommy’s scary friend and what they’ve seen from pictures and probably dumb stories he told them.
Tommy took control of the game, making sure the stream was entertained. He answered with giggles.
“Did you really bite a kid in school for picking on Tommy?”
‘FUCK’ I thought, making a surprised face
“Well you see there! Uhh-” I tried to say
“They also threatened a dude with a Selenite knife once!” Tommy chimed in
“Yeah, that’s true, but both fuckers deserved it okay!” I said as I felt my face get hotter from embarrassment
“God your both equally feral” Phil said laughing, Wilbur giggled and Techno stayed mostly silent besides a small laugh. Tommy explained he was ‘awkward around new people’. ‘Social anxiety. MOOD’ I thought smiling.
“I personally prefer ‘unhinged’ but pop off I guess” I said shrugging
“Feral cryptid! Feral Cryptid” Wilbur chanted, soon the chat also spammed it
“So, this is THE Philza Minecraft” Tommy said as if he didn’t just say I bit a person and threatened another with a knife. “An honor right?”
“Hello, pleasure to meet you” I said smiling awkwardly
Phil laughed, Tommy looked offended “This is Philza Minecraft! Creator of Minecraft! Show some respect!” Tommy yelled
“Didn’t that other dude make the game?” I asked confused
“Yeah, but he was a wrongen. So, we joke that Philza made it instead” Wilbur explained
“Oh, yeah he was a fucking bigot right?” I asked, everyone went quiet “Should I have not said that? My ba-”
“no, no” Wilbur said giggling “No, that was perfect. I wouldn’t have said it but you hit the nail on the head”
“Ah okay” I said with a small smile
“They are very radical” Tommy said smiling, I laughed awkwardly
“We heard” Techno said when amusement
I ended up taking off my jacket, revealing all my tattoos on my arms
‘WOAH!’
‘Are those real?’
“Yes, chat they are real, some are done professionally, others are stick and pokes. Don’t do it unless you know what your doing” I said raising my arms to show off my art
“Yeah, they piercing their own nose though!” Tommy yelled
“Oh, my god, that is dangerous.” Phil said worried
“Yeah, most I did myself or my sister did. She wanted to be a tattoo artist at one point so I just let her do whatever on me. Don’t worry they were done safely, mostly” I said laughing
“what does the skull say?” Techno piped up, I smiled, showing the camera my tattoo on my right fore arm. It was a leopard skull with grapes running out of the left eye socket dripping liquid. Under was a chalice, the piece was surrounded by a diamond.
“It’s a piece dedicated to the god Dionysus. One of the first I ever got done professionally. And yes chat it hurt like a bitch” I said showing the tattoo
“Hello!” two voices popped into the call
“TUBBO!” Tommy yelled, I snapped my head towards the screen
“Tubbo? Isn’t that the guy you were calling when you broke your wrist?” I asked, Tommy wheezed
“Oh is that (y/n)?” Tubbo asked, I smiled
“Hey bubbs, how are you?” I asked
“Wait you both know each other?” Ranboo piped in
“Yes, you see some time ago, we were at the skate park. I was skate boarding and Tommy was on the phone with Tubbo. Tommy then wanted to do a trick. So, I take the phone and Tommy then fails miserly and breaks his fucking wrist! We were on call the whole time to and at the hospital” I said laughing
“Ah, sounds about right” Ranboo said
“What does that mean!?” Tommy yelled, Tubbo was laughing
“I’m good (y/n), thank you for reminding me of that” Tubbo said between laughs
“wait your name is (y/n)?” Wilbur pipes in, Tommy looked scared for a second
“Yeah, that is my name. I go by Bas or Bastard on social media though” I said shrugging.
“Bastard?” Phil asked confused
“Can I promote myself?” I asked looking over at Tommy, he nodded smiling
“Yeah, I go by Cryptid_Bastard. I post art or whatever” I said relaxed
“That fits you” Tubbo said, I smiled
“Thanks bubbs” I said smiling
After a few hours we ended the stream and said goodbye to everyone. Me and Tommy leaned back in our chairs and sighed.
“Well, that was fun. I like your friends” I said smiling,
“Yeah, you can come on another stream another time if you want” Tommy said smiling, I nodded my head
“Yeah, well I need a break. I’m gonna go on a walk if you don’t mind. You wanna come?” I asked as I stood up and stretched
“Nah, I’m gonna chat with Tubbo for a bit” He said, I nodded before grabbing my bag and leaving the room. I walked out and said hi to his parents and informed them I was going on a walk. I walked out the door and towards the street. After getting to the sidewalk I grabbed out a cigarette and my lighter. I lit up, and took a deep draw. I ended walking towards the park while smoking,
*VRR VRR* I heard as my phone started vibrating in my bag. I dug around a pulled it out, it was notifications from twitter. I unlocked my phone and opened twitter, I had a whole wave of people following me and commenting on my art. I smiled before getting ready to tweet. I opened the camera and angled it to show me, I had my cigarette in my other hand making sure not to show it. I smiled taking the picture before typing and posting.
Cryptid_Bastard
*insert picture of you*
Welcome everyone, welcome to my corner of the internet! (:
I turned off my phone before walking towards the park.
‘Chaos isn’t so bad’
A/N: I hope y’all liked this. I’ve introduced SOME of the romantic interests! LET’S GO!! I’m gonna go hibernate for like a million years now. Stay hydrated! :P
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