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fillinforlater · 4 months

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Hii! Could you do a smut of Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon please? I don't really have any specific things I want in it other than scissoring and all of them just all over each other lol

Sorry im in a mood-🤪

To Glide

Minnie x Yuqi x Miyeon

Length: 2.000 words

Tags: lesbian sex, lesbian threesome, LOT'S OF LUBE, annoyed sex, fingering, clit play, scissoring, lesbian missionary, fold in half (Yuqi), pretty and submissive (Miyeon), has had fucking enough (Minnie)

(A/N: Here is a random drop to start of the new year lol. This is what happens when you send the right ideas to me. Have fun and stay healthy!)

“This is such a not-good-idea.”

Minnie sighs and pinches her forehead. To say that she has doubts about this new ‘project’ of Yuqi would be an understatement. She hates that this obnoxiously loud girl always pushes onward with her ideas without ever thinking of the consequences. Like last week, when she threw this party at Miyeon’s house—Minnie expected a handful of people—and suddenly hundreds of people turned up and trashed the whole thing. For some reason, Miyeon didn’t even care all that much.

Guess Yuqi’s tongue kept her busy all night, Minnie thinks, an envious blush on her cheeks. That’s the curse of Yuqi, she might at times be a bad friend, but in the end, she is just irresistible. In the end, Minnie can only blame herself for not rejecting Yuqi’s plans of filling a small pool with lube—in the middle of Minnie’s own living room.

Your house is the biggest, Yuqi argued, and with a few adorable blinks, she got what she wanted. And now Miyeon is already ready to dump in over ten bottles of lube into the small plastic construction, definitely not made to withstand whatever crazy games Yuqi will come up with. Minnie can still say no, still send them home, hell, they can have enough fun with each other in Yuqi’s—

“Aw, why not, Nicha?” Yuqi complains cutely and wraps a sly arm around Minnie’s waist. “It will be so much fun, don’t you think? I can’t see how it can go wrong.”

“It’ll be such a mess,” Minnie argues, but it’s fragile, because Yuqi’s magic goes beyond puppy eyes and that deadly voice: she is already fiddling with the buttons of Minnie’s jeans, easily able to pop them open and dig her hand onto Minnie’s sex. The thought alone arouses her. “I-I don’t want to clean up afterwards.”

“Then I will clean up, okay? Pinky promise?”

“O-okay.” Dammit, she couldn’t resist again. Minnie is just too weak for Yuqi.

“Perfect. Miyeon, pour in the lube! Let’s have some fun.”

“Okay, babe~” Miyeon shouts back and gleefully squeezes out bottle after bottle until the clear liquid has thoroughly covered the entire plastic surface. “Should we get our bikinis?”

“Nah, screw those. Bikinis are for public pools.” Yuqi starts to unzip her top and jumps out of her pants. “At home, with my girls, I don’t want to wear clothes!”

“Oh~” Miyeon coos and Minnie can see that horny glint in her eyes. “I love that! Let me get undressed too.”

Minnie looks at them for a second, their bodies being revealed piece by piece, bare and completely spotless. Yuqi is a perfectionist when it comes to her own nude body, but at the same time, she does not give a single fuck about other people’s short comings. She just loves nudity, and so Minnie isn’t the only one starring when Miyeon gracefully removes her tight crop-top and moves her hips in quick circles until her black shorts fall down.

“I see you came prepared,” Yuqi says in excitement, because of the lack of underwear on Miyeon’s stunning frame.

“I still have the bikini in my bag, but—

“I kinda knew you wouldn’t want to see it.”

A heat is rising up inside Minnie. No anger or annoyance can keep it down anymore; the arousal is too great, irresistible, like the sight of Miyeon and Yuqi flopping into the pool. The lube flies everywhere, most importantly on their legs, their chests, their hair, their bellies, their feet—Minnie does not notice the mess being made.

She is depraved and horny, the way she tears off her jeans and top is chaotic, unplanned. Minnie has become a mess by just looking at her friends. Luckily, Yuqi does not notice. She's too busy with Miyeon and getting her fingers all over the elder’s skin. That is until Minnie bursts in and disrupts them, putting real strain on the edges of the plastic pool.

“Hey, watch out,” both Yuqi and Miyeon laugh. “You’re about to break it.”

“I- I don’t care! You two are being too loud, I need to shut you up a bit.” Minnie’s rebuttal is weak, because Yuqi gets a hand on her hairy cunt and starts to rub all over it.

“Oh, you want to shut us up by destroying this pool? Makes sense, makes sense.” Miyeon giggles and adds. “I think our friend here is tripping a bit. Tell us, Mi~nnie~

“How do you want to make us shut up?”

Minnie has never felt this ferocious, it’s like the spirit of a savage, unchained animal has overcome her. She wraps her entire arm around Yuqi’s tiny waist and spins her around. The small woman is still laughing, but with two lube-drenched fingers straight into her tight cunt, she is now Minnie’s prisoner. A happy prisoner, who quietly moans and hums with every curl the digits in her pussy make.

“Oh my~” Miyeon gasps and intently watches on as Minnie squeezes Yuqi tightly and makes sure to never stop pumping into that wet cavern. Yuqi still thinks this is all fun and games and tries to kiss Minnie, but the Thai girl goes straight for Yuqi’s neck and marks it with a frantic bite.

“Mi-Minnie, what the—I never knew you liked—”

“How about you shut your pretty mouth up and get on all fours?

“Now.”

Yuqi twitches around Minnie’s fingers when she hears this command. After a bit of slipping and falling she finds herself in the suggested position with Minnie’s hand cupping her labia and slowly rubbing lube across it. Yuqi arches her back, eyes closed to intensely feel every touch on her folds, then inside her pussy when Minnie decides to penetrate her once more. Miyeon gasps again.

“How about you lay down too, pretty?” Minnies suggest to Miyeon who needs a few seconds to wake up from her slumber and lay down into the slippery mess. She instinctively opens up her beautiful legs when Minnie’s hand approaches her, then the girliest of moans leaves her lips when her cunt gets filled.

Minnie’s heart is pumping up to her head, knocking on her brain and she loses all her senses except for touch on her fingertips, which become drenched in arousal. Every thrust, it doesn’t matter if they are hard or soft, makes her greedy, as if this scenario wasn’t enough. She has everything a girl could ever want, but now she needs more.

Minnie needs Yuqi to ruin herself—which happens sooner than she could’ve ever dreamed of. Yuqi’s ass moves on its own, her hips slam backwards and swallow every inch of Minnie’s flicking fingers and when three of them finally pierce her pussy open, she cums. Face buried in ridiculous amounts of lube, Yuqi groans and trembles and falls over, eyes rolled into the back of her head—that’s what Minnie wanted. But her greed doesn’t stop.

She looks at Miyeon, her pout, her need for release in this slippery mess right in the middle of this living room—Yuqi will have to clean it meticulously afterwards, because Minnie plants her puffy pussy right on Miyeon’s and starts to wildly rub it over her. Minnie knows that Miyeon is quite familiar with scissoring, this is definitely no first for her, but she nonetheless reacts to it like a virgin. She desperately holds onto Minnie’s hip and through a voice broken by moans begs her to go slower.

“Should I really go slower?” Minnie teases when Miyeon starts to grab her waist and bite her lip. Her face is so eerily perfect with all the wet lube and sweat on it, the blush that isn’t faint but blunt and bright. “Don’t you want to cum with your pussy, pretty princess?”

And then Minnie just continues, her hips slam down, against those aroused folds. She also makes use of her hands, spreading lube all over Miyeon’s boobs, midriff, down to the hard nub that looks like it’s about to explode if just—

Someone would—

“Not there, not there, Mi-Minnie, I’m about to—”

Minnie plays with it, rubs the clit side to side and Miyeon bursts into a loud and wet orgasm that has the pool suddenly filled with lube and girl juice. Minnie still doesn’t stop, instead she squeezes out every last second of Miyeon’s high by squeezing her breasts and squeezing more lube over her feet, which Yuqi is already eagerly playing with, in trance at the taste of Miyeon’s soles.

“Gosh, she looks so hot,” Yuqi whispers at the sight of Miyeon, who cannot escape the overstimulation. There is just no grip on anything, it’s like the entire universe wants her to glide back to Minnie and her pervy hands. Hands that can’t stop groping her, covering her in so much lube, she feels too heavy to fight back.

“You’re one to talke,” Minnie responds and raises an eyebrow when Yuqi dares to look back at her. “She went down fairly easily, but I know I need more with you.”

Yuqi smirks and like the angelic devil on Minnie’s shoulder leans in and hums:

“Then give me more.”

It’s hard to tell if Yuqi regrets her witty remark or if this was the actual reaction she wanted. In the blink of an eye, she finds herself below Minnie, in the deepest mix of cum, sweat and lube she has ever been in. Minnie immediately goes for her limits, grabbing her ankles and folding her in half while looking absolutely unamused.

“I know you can fold like a lawn chair,” she snarks and Yuqi gasps when her heels are almost level with her eyes. “So you better keep this up, because I won’t stop.”

“Wha-what are you trying—?”

“You’ve never had it like this, huh?”

Minnie crashes her hairy cunt right on Yuqi’s perfect slit. The slap is loud, the sting is painful at first, but Yuqi gets no time to scream because Minnie just continues. She rides her fat lips all over Yuqi’s shaven crotch, spreads her arousal to add more wetness, to glide better.

Glide she does. Yuqi has to take deep breaths that quickly turn to moans every time Minnie glides over her clit. Back and forth is great, left and right is excellent, Yuqi’s mind starts to spin in the same rhythm that Minnie’s pussy spins. That is until she goes up and back down. That’s too much to handle. Yuqi’s nails dig into Minnie’s elbows and she can see the Thai girl only through tear filled orbs.

Hottest of all: Minnie shows no reaction to this athletic feat. She just leans down, lips right on Yuqi’s, but instead of kissing her, she spouts dumb, dirty bullshit that has Yuqi in an ultimate frenzy.

“You never had a girl take you missionary. I fucking know, because I always hear them moan, not you. You think you’re such a player, Yuqi, the girl that gets all the bitches—that’s over now. Now you’re my bitch and I will fuck you like it. You will cum on this hairy pussy and then I’ll make you clean it up.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yesh, Ma’am!”

Yuqi whines, Minnie smirks.

“Good. That was easy, didn’t know you could be so submissive. I think you should get an orgasm, slut.”

As predicted, the final thrust starts of Yuqi’s climax, one that lasts for a while. While not as messy as Miyeon’s, Minnie can see how intense it was for the smaller woman below her. Yuqi is a fucked mess, messy hair, messy pussy, messy face, something that can surely be a seat in the future—nah, fuck the future. Yuqi won’t always be her bitch, might as well—

“I think you’re learning your place.” Minnie gives Yuqi some time to adjust her posture, time Minnie spends on a quick look at Miyeon, who is busy stimulating her nipples to the sight of what happened in front of her. Minnie has no clue how and if to include her; an issue for later. “Now eat me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #idol x idol smut #gidle smut #minnie smut #yuqi smut #miyeon smut

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loveshotzz · 6 months

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My name’s Elvira, but you can call me tonight

steve harrington x eddie’sbestfriend!reader

Hell N Back

summary: A flash flood warning, a week of cancelled plans, and the night Steve Harrington shows up at your front door.

wc: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ mentions of weed smoking (r), thigh riding, fingering, oral (fem receiving) and you know I can’t get enough of making Steve cum in his pants.

A/N: thank you all for your patience with this one, and thank you for reading 🥹♥️

🎃<- chapter two | mini series masterlist

It felt like it had been raining for days, the downpour never ceasing until there were flash flood warnings lighting up the bottom of your TV screen by the end of the week. You hadn’t seen Steve since Tina’s party, every plan that your group had getting canceled by the clouds that never seemed to want to leave Hawkins.

Heavy droplets hit your window in the living room in sporadic patterns, the wind outside making the howling noise you’ve only ever heard on your favorite horror movies. The flicker of your candles dance along your walls, mixing with the warm glow of your string lights just like that night, and for once you don’t try and stop the thoughts of him that threaten to consume the rest of your evening.

Laying bundled up on the couch in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized sweater, the black and white sci fi movie The Empire of The Ants plays on your TV while Elvira’s bubble gum sweet voice cracks lewd jokes over the B rated film. The Halloween Macabre special was your only saving grace this week, that and the thick fuzzy Jack O Lantern socks on your feet gifted from Robin.

You giggle to yourself at a joke about her boobs in particular, the half smoked joint on your coffee table makes it easy to wonder if Steve would have thought it was funny too.

Jesus Christ.

You huff a little, pulling the throw blanket closer to your chin, eyebrows furrowing in a pout.

How did this happen? When did this happen?

Before you have time to think too hard about it, lights flash behind your blinds dancing across the exposed glass in the opening from outside. You keep your eyes trained on it until they cut and the darkness from before takes over, shrugging it off to it being your neighbor coming home from work. Shuffling your feet under your blanket, you burrow yourself further into the cushions finally getting the level of comfort you’d been searching for since the movie started, but it only lasts a couple of minutes. Three melodic knocks rattle your front door, scaring you out of your fleece cocoon and onto your carpeted floor.

“God dammit!” You grunt, pushing yourself up and tossing the blanket on the couch, “Fucking Munson.”

It’s only when you get halfway to your door that you realize it’s definitely not Eddie or he would have let himself in with the spare. Your footsteps stop as you remember that this is actually how every single horror movie starts out. It’s almost as if whoever it is can read your mind, and a familiar voice calls out from the other side.

“It’s Steve!”

Relief floods your system, and your shoulders slump as your heart rate starts to calm, but then the realization that Steve Harrington was on the other side of your door unannounced just kicks it back up again. Especially when you look down at what you’re wearing.

“If this is weird or you have someone over, I can leave!“ He talks loud enough to be heard over the rain, but it still threatens to drown him out.

“No!” You don’t mean to yell when you answer, clearing your throat, you try to play it off when you continue, “I’m coming, sorry I’m coming!”

Taking a deep breath you pad the few extra steps to your door, straightening your shoulders before your fingers wrap around the handle. There’s a silent count to three before you actually open it.

The sound of the rain you’d only heard muffled from behind your window grows tenfold, making you wince at the difference at just how hard it’s still coming down. A chilled mist hits your exposed skin from the wind, sending a shiver down your spine and you’re met face to face with a very wet version of the boy you were just thinking about.

“Jesus, Steve! Why didn’t you call?!” You scold, stepping aside to let him into the warmth of your apartment. Shutting the door quickly behind him, a flash of lighting illuminates half the night sky followed by a low roll of thunder.

“I know, I know.” He gives, running a hand through his soaked hair pushing it out of his face. His smile almost looks victorious when he shows you the whites of his teeth. “My power went out.”

His Hawkins Community College sweater clings to parts of his stomach and chest, the worn heather gray cotton turning dark. The water makes the blue denim on his legs even tighter than normal, sticking to him like a second skin and you have to actively stop your eyes from lingering as he drips a mess onto your floor. His white sneakers squish, completely drenched down to his socks and he still somehow looks handsome as ever.

“Robin lives like two blocks away from you.” You arch your brow, flipping your lock to stop anymore horror movie cliches from happening, only for the string lights in your living room to flicker as you do. The energy in the air is laughing at you.

Steve’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of the rosy pink they were from the cold of the storm, and that’s when you notice the shopping bag.

“Did your power actually go out?” The corners of your mouth twitch, crossing your arms across your chest. The bottom hem of your sweater lifts higher up your thighs and Steve licks his lips, following it.

“I don’t know why I said that,” he huffs out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “What a weird lie, right?”

“Kinda,” you giggle, eyes catching the colorful packaging of the popcorn and Red Vines inside the plastic in his hand, the knot in your stomach tightens knowing that he’s been thinking about you too.

“I just felt like if I had called I wouldn’t-“ he coughs looking anywhere but you, “I heard from Eddie that Elvira’s Halloween special was on tonight and I just thought, you know we had kinda talked about it before-“

“Do you want to get out of those clothes?” You cut him off, making his eyes snap up wide. “I mean, wow, that came out a little forward.”

It’s your turn to laugh awkwardly.

“Eddie just leaves stuff here all the time, I clean it obviously or it’d make my place reek.” You try to explain in an attempt to break the tension and it works when you get that lopsided grin that makes you go shy. “I’m sure I’ve got some sweats and a shirt that would fit, I can throw your wet clothes in the dryer if you want?”

Steve’s shoulders relax, nodding, pushing back that loose strand that drips falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

——

When Steve hands you his wet clothes through the crack of your bathroom door, it makes your brain stop working for a second. You catch a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror, littered with more moles and freckles that would make the sky hidden behind the clouds jealous. With thicker thighs than your best friend, it makes the cotton of the sweatpants that hang low on his hips stretch tight over his butt. The dark patch of chest hair that’s always just been teased comes into full view right in front of you and your throat goes dry. Why did it look so soft?

Steve catches you staring, the tips of his ears dusting red before mumbling a mess of sorry’s shutting the door again. You shout an awkward apology of your own, soft thumps on your carpet as you hurry the wet clothes to your dryer. Silently scolding yourself to get it together, feeling the heat rise from your neck to your face, even warming your ears. God, he looked even better without a shirt on.

“You’re good, everything’s chill, you’re totally fine it’s just Steve.” You whisper under your breath, tossing the clothes into the machine with a wet plop. The last part has you rolling your own eyes at yourself, throwing in a couple of dryer sheets for good measure.

Your nerves make you want to keep busy, so you start rummaging through the bag he brought in the kitchen. Butterflies taking flight in your rib cage when it’s everything the two of you had picked out that first night. You bite your lip to hide your smile, opening the popcorn to put in the microwave when you hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening. His feet sound heavier than yours on the carpet,and you make sure to have your back towards him when he finally enters the kitchen. Plugging in the minutes, the loud beeps of your microwave only add to the tension that hangs thick, almost suffocating you in the air.

“I mean, everything fits… I guess.”

He breaks the silence right as the low hum kicks on and you watch the small bag start to spin on the glass plate. You collect yourself quietly before turning around, not expecting the sight you’re met with to send you into a fit of giggles. Slapping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop it, you take in the faded black Iron Maiden shirt you gave him.

You realize now with him standing in front of you that it's a size too small for the King of Hawkins, probably one of Eddie’s old one’s from high school. The worn fabric fits tight over his chest, making ‘Eddie’s’ face stretch distorted over his pecs. The sleeves look ready to burst at the seams, and the bottom hem refuses to meet the top of his sweats. Revealing a little sliver of his tan skin and the beginnings of the thick happy trail you’ve shamelessly thought so much about.

It’s the cutest you think he’s ever looked, besides that one summer he worked at Scoops Ahoy.

“Hey! That doesn’t make me feel very good.” Steve chuckles, his cheeks becoming a permanent shade of red for the night.

“No, no, you look cute!” You try to get out, but the snort he gives you in response makes you giggle harder. “I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you!”

The way your lips twitch when you say it makes his eyes roll, but even with a shake of his head, the smile on his face gives him away. He can’t be mad, not when you just called him cute.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He runs a hand through his hair that’s already started to dry, curling in wisps behind his ears. The gold that kisses the tips shimmers in the low light of the kitchen.

The unexpected first loud pops of the kernels stop any other words that sit on the tips of your tongues, making you both jump at the sudden outburst.

“Why don’t you go warm up on the couch, since you decided to come over for a date during the storm of the century and I’ll bring the snacks out.” You try to keep your tone as even as possible, refusing to meet his eyes after saying the ‘D’ word, busying yourself again with grabbing cups for some hot tea.

You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat from across the room in the moment of silence that follows. Not even realizing you're holding your breath until you feel the heat of his palm against the small of your back and it exhales through nervous lips.

He smells like the rain that won’t stop pouring outside with notes of cedar from his cologne. There’s an undertone of the lilac from your dryer sheets. He’s spring in the middle of autumn, leaning in close to your ear.

“Only if I get to be the big spoon again.”

The way your cheeks push up, and your lashes flutter against the tops of them when he makes his intentions clear, he thinks he’d drive through a hurricane to get to you.

——-

When you get to the living room he’s lying where you were earlier, doing his best to get comfortable, but the size of the shirt has him pulling at the sleeves to get them to loosen up. Muttering under his breath, your giggle is what catches his attention. Big chestnut eyes look up at you, and all the annoyance on his face drains with a smile he can’t contain.

“What? It’s literally cutting off my circulation.” He laughs sitting up, his hair now completely out of control. “You sure this is Munson’s?”

“Yes, but I’m starting to think from, like, junior year.” You try to hide your grin when his jaw drops in disbelief.

“That explains a lot,” he scoffs

You watch him lean forward to grab a handful of the popcorn, the fabric restricting him again, and both of you hear the faint sounds of a tear. His eyes lock with your in a dead stare making you throw your head back in a full bellied laugh. Rib cage tightening just like your chest with the realization of how much you actually like him.

“I’m glad you’re having a good laugh, you’re lucky you’re so pretty, I’ll tell you that much.” He grumbles reaching forward for the popcorn again only this time is successful, probably due to the rip, and something shifts in the air when his words sink in.

“Sometimes it gets me out of things.” You grin, a little shy just for him.

“I’m not surprised in the slightest.” He licks the butter off of his fingers, pink lips wrapping around the tips as he leans back into the cushions. He watches how it makes your thighs press, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“Are you gonna keep hogging the couch or are you makin’ room for me?” You fake annoyance gesturing toward the way he's manspread on the cushions, doing your best to try and cover up how flustered you feel, but the way his eyes seem to light up tells you it isn’t working.

Shifting himself back to lay on his side, he lifts the covers with raised eyebrows and the kind of shit eating grin you want to kiss off of him.

“I was just waiting to see if you were gonna stand the whole movie or not.”

You make him snort when you roll your eyes, and he tries to play it cool when the smell of your apple blossom body wash fills his senses as you take the small space he’s made for you next to him. Swallowing hard, you leave a little bit of room between you, the nerves in your stomach starting to feel like an Olympic gymnast is competing for the gold. The heat of his breath fans against the back of your neck, his own insecurity making it come out a little shaky having you this close again. The tension breaks when he goes to wrap his arm around you and another sound of a rip hits both your ears.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles over your fit of giggles, his face turning a deeper shade of red that you can’t see. “I swear I’m not trying to take my clothes off but this is not working honey.”

His laugh puffs across your skin, making goosebumps rise when he shifts to sit up a little bit. Turning your head, you meet his anxious eyes over your shoulder.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you shirtless Harrington,” you tease, your own face heating up in memory of the view you got minutes ago in your bathroom.

“It’s not, like, going to make you uncomfortable or anything right? I swear this isn’t like a move - not that I don’t want to make a move -“ The boy looks panicked, his signature tell of running his hand through his hair coming into play.

“Steve, it’s fine, take it off” you giggle, “It’s clearly a size too small.”

He huffs out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, rosy cheeks deflating before a toothy grin spreads across his face.

“Okay, yeah, al-alright.”

You turn your attention back to the TV to give him some ‘privacy’, your heart going into overdrive when you see the fabric drop to the floor in front of you. The couch shifts under his weight as he lays back down, and for a second you think you can hear his heart over your own. Tentative hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging into your softness when he pulls you in, the warmth of his bare chest seeps through the thick fabric of your sweater and your body melts against it. You feel the way it makes him relax behind you, a stubble covered chin hooking over your shoulder while your feet tangle with his. A content hum, leaves from between his lips next to your ear, the tip of his nose nudging behind it as he snuggles closer and it feels like he’s breathing you in.

“Mmm, so what’d I miss?” His voice comes out a little sleepy, and you hate the way it makes your thighs press. You wonder if he could feel it.

“So basically this woman cons people to buy houses on this island,” you start, stuttering when you feel the tips of his fingers under your sweater that sits rucked up to your waist, “And when they get there someone had dumped human waste creating these giant ants that hate humans.”

“Oh that’s…interesting,” he tries, making you laugh and it has him smiling into the crook of your neck.

“It’s ridiculous, it’s okay, that’s why she’s making fun of it.” You grin, running your fingers down his forearm, finding his hand that's made a home on the curve of your tummy to give it a reassuring squeeze.

He takes the opportunity to keep you there, intertwining your fingers and pulling you even closer. The sound of the rain against your window gets heavier, and the roll of thunder gets louder. The flicker of your candles makes the storm raging outside seem relaxing from the inside, and you can’t believe he drove all the way over here in this, just to cuddle with you on the couch. Somehow trying to burrow yourself into him even deeper, the wiggle of your hips when you readjust makes the air shift.

Your sleep shorts and the cotton of his sweatpants don’t hide what his jeans did. His grip on your hand tightens, and he bites his tongue to stop the moan that's begging to slip out when you do it again. His nose nudges harder behind your ear, exhaling a huff through it that makes you shiver.

“Honey,” it comes out as more of a plea than a warning, his lips that you’ve yet to feel against your own ghosting against the sensitive spot on your neck.

The feeling of how much he wants you pressing into the small of your back is what gives you the courage to turn around in his arms, ready to finally do what you’ve wanted since the last time you found yourself here. He lets your fingers slip through his, always keeping his palm against your skin until it sits on the small of your back. Both of yours land on the dark patch of hair on his chest that's even softer than it looks, slowly sliding them up till the pads of your thumbs trace his collar bone. With your head resting on one of his arms, his other pulls your bodies flush together before his thigh finds space between your own sliding you close enough for your noses to brush.

His half lidded eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat when you see how they darken. He takes his time, letting his hand roam on its way from your back, fingers tracing up your ribs before the warmth of his big palm envelopes the already heated skin on your cheek. His gaze flicks down to your parted lips, licking his own while his thumb traces the pout begging him for a kiss.

“Please,” he whispers ,not knowing he beat you to it.

The connection is soft at first, just your top lip brushing against his bottom but it’s enough to make every inch of your skin come alive. A low groan rumbling deep from his chest, vibrating against your hands. He meets your eyes one more time down the slope of his nose before he closes the distance with nothing held back anymore, kissing you in a way that makes you feel like you’ve never been kissed the right way before. It’s like he knows just how to make your toes curl when they slot together, the tip of his tongue wasting no time when you sigh giving him the opening he needs. The blunt ends of your nails dig into the warmth of his skin, leaving half crescent moons over his pecs that’ll be hidden by the thick chestnut hair that covers them.

Your tongue meets his eagerly, cedar and rain making you dizzy when the top of his thigh adds pressure to the heat between your legs. Your noses bump, teeth scraping together while his hand leaves your cheek to squeeze at your hips encouraging the small roll they start to do on their own. The mess in your underwear only gets worse letting you move against the hard muscle with ease, your fingers weaving in the soft hair at the nape of his neck when he flexes it for you. He growls low when you give the roots a gentle pull at the same time your teeth tug at his bottom lip, his self control to try and be a gentleman slipping away.

“Jesus Christ baby,” Steve gasps, the new nickname making you smile when you give him a softer kiss loving the way it makes his skin flush.

“You started it,” you whisper, watching the way his cheeks push up before he chases you for another one, which you gladly give, letting your lips linger when he hooks your leg over his hip.

Close as close can get.

“Me?” He tuts, letting his hand slide up your thigh before squeezing at the curve of your ass, glancing down to see how you still roll against him “I don’t think so, you’ve been trying to take my clothes off since I walked through the door.”

He throws his head back with a laugh when you scoff, and you pretend to push him away only for his hold on you to tighten. His lips connect anywhere but yours as you play hard to get, trailing a wet path to your neck, teeth nipping at the spot that gets a sound from you that has him kicking up in his sweats. So he does it again, and this time he can’t stop the grind of his hips that meet yours when he gets you saying his name the same way.

“And what do you think you’re doing now?” You try to tease but it comes out too breathy to be taken seriously, especially when he starts to suck where his teeth just grazed.

He grins against your skin, nosing his way up your jaw before meeting your eyes again, something softening in the gold inside them that shines through the abyss.

“You want the truth?” He asks, bringing his hand up to cup your face, the pad of his thumb tracing the small bags under your eyes with a gentle touch and all you can do is nod.

“I just want to make you feel good, god - it’s all I’ve thought about for so long. Just wanna treat you right, take things slow,” his thumb drags across your bottom lip watching the way your eyes glaze over at his words. “Take you out to nice dinners, watch all your favorite movies, hear about your day, but really what I want to do right now is make you cum on my tongue.”

“Steve,” his name comes out broken, the roll of your hips becoming more pointed, and the swelling in your chest makes you feel like you’re ready to explode.

“You want that pretty girl?” He whispers, leaning close so his lips brush against yours, his eyebrows furrowing when you grind a certain way, your clit catching his tip.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, eyes big and pleading, turning into putty from his sweet words.

He gives you a kiss that’s more gentle than the rest, before sitting up on his haunches letting you fall into the empty space on your back. A big hand wrapping around your ankle, moving your leg out of his way so you’re spread with him in the middle. Leaning forward, his fingers curl around the elastic band of your sleep shorts, giving you one last look from under his lashes before tugging them down your thighs, throwing them on the floor with his shirt.

“Shit - baby.” He groans, running a hand through his hair when he sees the effect he really has on you. “Better than my dreams.”

All the blood rushes to your cheeks from his affection, as gentle hands run up your calves when he starts to lean forward, fingers curling under your knees to lift them over his freckled shoulders. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you start to feel shy exposed to him like this for the first time. A kaleidoscope of new feelings settles deep in your gut when his hot breath hits your core, thighs tensing that the pads of his thumbs try to soothe.

He looks up at you, from between your legs pressing a soft kiss to the place where your hip meets your thigh, making your back arch.

“You okay?” He whispers after another kiss, only this one on the inside of your thigh.

“Yeah, just nervous,” you giggle, feeling the warmth on your cheeks with your hand. If anyone would have told you that you’d have Steve Harrington between your legs begging to taste you a year ago, you’d have laughed in their face.

“Want me to stop?” He rests his cheek right where he kissed, looking content just to be doing this.

“No.” You smirk, reaching down to run a hand through his hair that was just begging for it, pushing back the stray that falls over his forehead.

He smiles, closing his eyes leaning into your touch for a minute before he turns his head, lips meeting your soft skin where he starts a path to where you want him most. You feel his breath and it sends a shiver down your spine, the tip of his nose spreading you apart first. He applies the kind of pressure against your bundle of nerves that makes you gasp, letting his tongue follow, collecting what you’ve already given him.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you whine, when he flattens the pink muscle doing it again, groaning loudly at the taste of you.

“So fuckin’ sweet, god, honey,” he mumbles against your cunt, replacing his nose with his lips, sucking your clit in a greedy way that makes your eyes hit the back of your head.

His fingers dig hard enough into the meat of your thighs, that you’re sure they’ll be bruises in the morning. The tip of his tongue tracing your entrance that flutters around him, threatening to suck him in and he can’t help himself, giving your body what it wants. Both your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his honey colored locks searching for purchase when he starts to taste your walls, creating a steady rhythm that has you rocking against his face for more.

“Yeah, you like that?” He grunts, extending his tongue as far as it can go, drool and slick starting to drip down your thighs as he starts to lose himself in you.

“Uh-huh,” is all you manage to get out, jaw going slack at the way he feels like he’s eating you from the inside out, like he’s thought about this longer than a few weeks.

One of his hands lets go of your thigh while he starts to focus his attention back on your clit making you gasp when you feel the thickness of his finger press itself against where his tongue just was. The stretch makes you keen when he pushes one knuckle deep with ease, distracting you when he pushes the second one in as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves.

“God - baby,” he gasps, when your walls take the third knuckle in by themselves, and it’s only then you notice the way he’s rutting against the couch in search of his own friction.

Your head pushes back into the cushions when he curves it, hitting the spot that only you’ve ever found on your own, and it has you babbling, your hips rolling up greedily for more which he gives you when he adds a second finger. He sets a pace that has your lashes fluttering against your cheeks after he lets you adjust to feeling so full.

“Come on, I can feel it, you’re close huh?” He asks against your clit, making you shudder, nodding your head when he starts flicking it with a wild tongue.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you whine, eyes closing tight, the band inside of you going taut, your hips grinding against his face without abandon as you try to take his fingers even deeper.

The sound of his name leaving your kiss bitten lips like a prayer makes a moan rumble deep from his chest, and it vibrates against your cunt, giving you just enough extra stimulation to make it snap. Vision going white behind your eyes, your body tenses while your mouth opens in a scream that falls on deaf ears when nothing actually comes out.

“Honey, honey, honey,” he babbles, his hips stuttering while his tongue refuses to stop despite the way your body shakes.

You murmur his name in a daze, trying to push his head away as you reach the verge of overstimulation and it takes him the third shove for him to finally listen, addicted to the way you taste. Feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out, your body betrays you trying to get them to stay. He kisses the inside of both of your thighs, smirking against your skin when your legs twitch because of it, slowly sliding his body up the length of yours. Skin flushed, and lips shining, you’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look like he just won the lottery.

His nose nudges yours before his lips steal a kiss that you eagerly give despite feeling so spent. Your fingers finding their way back into the hair at the nape of his neck, a smile tugging up the corners of your mouth when you feel the warmth of his own release in the cotton of the sweats.

“I hope you have another pair of pants for me.” He laughs, embarrassment making the tips of his ears turn red, the warm color only deepening when you grin and you realize you have more than just a crush on Steve Harrington.

#my writing #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington thoughts

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reidsmouthbabys48 · 10 months

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make your move baby

Summary: spencer and y/n have a complicated friendship, spencers imagination overpowers him one night and y/n teases him because what he was imagining made him hard.

Warnings: sub!spencer, virgin!spencer, nerdy!spence, sexual themes, leg humping, slight mommy kink, coming in pants, other small things.

18+ minors do not interact (unless you do I dgaf)

"hi spence" y/n says, walking up beside me. I give her a hopefully subtle once over, she's wearing tight black dress pants and a pink long-sleeved shirt the sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and her long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever layed eyes on but i can't tell her that, we're to close and the last thing I want to do is ruin what we have.

"Hi, how'd you sleep?" I ask giving her a small smile, she ruffles my hair and I blush as I move my head away, she laughs "you are adorable" she says and i blush even redder.

"Hey guys" Penelope says as we sit down at our desks, "Hello sweetheart" y/n says, quickly looking over at me then smiling at Penelope, I almost didn't see the hint of, amusement? in her eyes.

Almost.

Me and y/n are driving to my apartment to hangout and watch a movie, I want to ask why she looked at me like that but I know I shouldn't.

"Why did you uhm look at me like that when you were talking to Penelope?" I ask turning so sideways so I'm looking at her, she shoots me a questioning glance "what are you talking about spence?" She says, her tone is teasing. Maybe im just thinking to much about it.

"Actually N-never mind" I say moving to look back out the window but she puts her hand on my thigh, "what's up with you Spencer? You have been so short with me the past few weeks, did I do something?" She says looking at me, her eyes are filled with hurt and it breaks my heart because that's the last thing I want to do. I need to tell her, we've know each other too long for things to completely fall apart if I confess my feelings.

"No no, y/n you did nothing I would never be upset at you and not tell you why. you know that, it's just I've been trying to figure out my feeling for the last few weeks, I didn't think k I was being short or anything" I sigh, she squeezes my thigh tightly, i know it eas mean in a co.forting wat but its to close to whenr ive imagined her hands at, I grab her hand, "d-dont do that" I say trying to compose myself, she looks at me questoningly then looks down at her hand, removing it from my thigh.

I try my best to think about anything but her squeezing my thigh like that but my mind drifts off and I lose control of my thoughts, I imagine myself under her moaning as she kisses my neck, and rigid me. if only this shit would really happen- "spence?" I hear her voice ring through the air and I jump a bit.

"Y-yea" I mumble praying that she couldn't tell what I was just thinking, she looks at my crotch and a slight smirk appears on her face but she says nothing, I blush.

"Were here, I'll give you a bit to take care of that" the says still smirking, I let out a whine of embarrassment.

"No need to be embarrassed baby it happens to all of us it's natural to have dirty thoughts." She says winking at me, dammit.

"Unless..." she says moving her hand back to my thigh, "you want some help with it" she finishes squeezing my thigh roughly once again, I let out a whimper and bite my lip, embarrassed of the sound that came out of my mouth.

"Yes or no baby?" She asks and I nod "y-yes please, help me" I whine the end of it cutting off into a moan as she palms my bulge over my slacks .

"So responsive" she says and I whimper bucking my hips into her hand for more friction.

"No no baby, get out and go to your apartment" she says and I nod opening the door and immediately slide out of the car.

-3rd person pov-

You get out of the car a few minutes after spencer and slowly walk into the apartment complex, giving him some time to regroup.

Once you get to his apartment you knock on the door, "it's me baby open up" you say and the door immediately opens and you're being pulled inside and shoved into the now closed door, before you could protest his lips are on yours hungrily, you return the kiss, turning you both around and shoving him into the door, he moans at the roughness of your push and you grab his hair causing a low moan to rip from his throat.

You move backwards to his couch, your lips still on his, we both fall onto the couch, he moves to straddle your lap and he starts to kiss you again, "i-i uhm I haven't done anything like this before so I'm sorry if I'm not good" he says looking down at your lap, "baby it's ok" you say and he nods starting to hump your thigh, he moans loudly at the friction provided by your leg and you bounce your knee in time with him coming down on you, making the pleasure he feels almost unbearable, "f-fuck mommy I need to cum, please please I need it so bad" he moans and your eyes widen at the word 'mommy' mixed with his begging, his humping beame quick and frantic, his moans getting louder and louder, "come on be a good boy and cum for mommy baby" you whisper in his ear, moving down to kiss his neck. That's all it takes for the boy to fall over the edge, filling his boxers with his sticky release.

He leans his head into your neck, panting as you card your fingers through his soft hair "mommy?" You ask and he whines.

"Shut up" he says lightly kissing your neck.

"Hey no judgement here baby I just didn't think you were so... kinky" you say and he laughs, "you should see some of the stuff that I imagine when I'm wanking" he says, now you're the one laughing.

Ok I'm sorry this probably sucks I haven't had motivation for a long time and I wanted to write something before it left again lmao

#sub!spencer #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #sub!reid

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calicos-clones · 1 month

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why do they always give Crosshair the ugliest civies🤨

Let my man wear flowing sleeves that fall off one of his lean shoulders.

Give him pants with slits up the sides as he walks across the shore with his long sexy legs to brood with a dopey Batcher by his side.

IT IS A TROPICAL ISLAND LET THIS MAN SHOW SOME SKIN AND NOT THE CHUNKIEST ILL FITTING GARBS THEY FIND IN THE NEAREST DUMP

I want him in DEEP v-necks and high waisted pants dammit!

I want Rex, Howzer, and Echo to visit the Bad Batch on Pabu and be completely dumbstruck by the sight of Crosshair chilling in a beach chair, sipping on a Pabu classic, Batcher by his side, and watching Omega play with the rest of her brothers on the beach. The sun is peak golden hour and Crosshair looks so good—

*staring into the tbb creator’s souls* don’t be cowards— give us Crosshair’s true form,, beach wine mom.

#babygirl crosshair i gotchu #he’s def the beach wine mom #let them all have peace #Pabu is an island for fucks sakes get them out of the thick clothes :/#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #star wars tbb #bad batch season 3 #tbb crosshair #tbb meme #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb rex #tbb howzer #i’m begging #beach wine mom crosshair is my fantasy

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lovesickonmybed · 20 days

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teaching you a lesson in the worst kind of way | 18+

masterlist | info about palestine | donate to gaza

pairing | boss!ellie x reader

synopsis | you show up late for work once again and ellie decides another lecture just won’t do.

warnings | 18+ MDNI!! wedgies, degradation, humiliation, panty sniffing, cunt busting, borderline footjob kind of??, a little bit of pantyhose fetish, dom!ellie, sub!reader, unbalanced power dynamics, lots and lots of dirty talk, oral sex reader!receiving.

word count | 3354

a/n | i used this fic as an excuse to explore a new kink i’ve been into. it might be a little much for some people so if anything in the warnings sounds unappealing please keep scrolling. this was also partially inspired by an audio i found on soundgasm, which you can listen to here. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.

You didn’t mean to make a habit out of being late but your shitbox car has made a habit out of deciding not to start on your busiest work days. You try to start it up again but once again it sputters pathetically and shows no signs of starting, you scream and grasp the steering wheel in frustration. “God fucking dammit! Ellie is gonna kill me…” You groan, swinging the door open and walk to your apartment lobby to call an Uber. You’re lucky enough to get one in under 5 minutes and spend the whole ride praying there won’t be much traffic, but unfortunately for you the universe is cruel and there’s an insane amount of traffic that makes you even more late than you already would be. You make a quick call to Ellie’s secretary to let her know you’ll be late and brace yourself for how much shit you’ll be in once you arrive.

The last time you were late you got a 30 minute lecture from Ellie, a write up, and fingernail indents in your thighs thanks to your anxious habits. Ellie wasn’t a mean or a bad boss, but once you pissed her off she made it clear that you’d have to go the extra mile to get back in her good graces. Bringing Ellie her Dutch Bros order a few times a week definitely helped you out, but after your car giving out for the 3rd time in 6th months, you’re not sure if electric berry lemonades could save your ass this time.

Your Uber pulls up outside your office building and you thank your driver for the ride and head inside quickly, looking down for a second to leave 5 stars and a good tip. You make your way to Ellie’s office as quickly as you can and thank the universe that she’s speaking with her secretary when you arrive.

Ellie is looking down at her secretary's computer screen, running her finger underneath the sentence she’s reading, mumbling the words aloud to herself. Ellie’s secretary nudges her to alert her to your presence. She looks up and narrows her eyes, leaning down to whisper something to her secretary. She nods her head in the direction of her office and you follow her inside, playing with the hair tie on your wrist to calm your nerves. Ellie holds the door open for you and you take a moment to admire her outfit, a pinstripe suit with the buttons on her blazer undone to show off her silky black button down that’s tucked into the pants. This is one of the rare days where she’s chosen to wear heels instead of her usual oxfords. You sit down in the comfy chair in front of her desk as she sits in her chair behind her desk.

“Late again, I really thought our last talk would’ve gotten through to you,” Ellie says, shaking her head with disappointment. You sigh, looking down at your lap with embarrassment. You take a second to try and choose the best way to respond, you’ve already pissed her off enough by being almost 30 minutes late, you really can’t afford to push your luck any further.

“I’m so sorry, I know I’ve been late already a few times this quarter. I’ve been having a lot of car trouble, I’ve been waiting on my tax return to get it fixed, I can’t really afford it at the moment…” You explain, feeling yourself get hot with embarrassment as you start to pick at your pantyhose cover thighs.

“We can discuss your car later, we’ll help you figure something out. But for now, I want to address your outfit. That skirt you’re wearing is too short, I’m gonna give you a warning for now but if you wear it again you’re getting another write up.”

“You’re joking right? My high school had a stricter dress code than we do and I wore this all the time. There’s no way it’s too short!” You’re pissed off now, it feels like Ellie is just trying to find something to punish you for at this point.

“Well this isn’t a high school and I don’t care if you wore it then, it’s inappropriate and I need you to not wear it again. You’re lucky I’m not sending you home to change,” Ellie says, narrowing her eyes.

“I wish it was high school, at least they’d give me something else to wear!” Your frustration from how the morning has gone so far is getting to you and you snap a little bit.

“You know what? Get up,” Ellie commands, getting up out of her chair and standing over you.

“What?” You’re incredibly confused by what Ellie has planned for you for your little outburst, if you’re getting written up for insubordination you don’t know why you have to stand.

“I said get. Up.” Oh, she’s not fucking with you.

You slowly rise to your feet in confusion, furrowing your brows and looking around the room. Ellie gets out from behind her desk and steps towards you, grabbing you by your shoulders and spinning you around so that you’re facing away from her. “You know, if this was high school, I don’t think you’d like me very much. I’m sure you were a little loser, a little nerd maybe, back then. Probably got picked on and teased by girls like me, hm? Girls like me would punish girls like you for talking back with a good old fashioned wedgie.” Ellie grabs the waist of your skirt, pulling it back and reaching a hand inside your skirt. She slowly grabs the waistbands of your pantyhose and panties and yanks them up quickly, sending you stumbling forward onto your toes in an attempt to escape the searing pain she’s sent up your ass. She laughs as you reach back to try and tug them out of your hands, it just motivates her to pull harder. “Stop taking it like a little bitch, we both know you had your panties yanked every day of your miserable high school life.”

You cry out in pain as she bends you over her desk and pulls even harder. You grasp at the wood as you feel your feet lift off the ground as she pulls, it sends the fabric of your panties between your folds and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper. Oddly enough the sensation between your folds gets you wet and whiny. “Do you wish it was high school now? I could always throw in a swirly if this isn’t enough for you!”

“Let me go! This isn’t okay!” You yell, trying to force yourself up. Ellie slams you back down onto her desk with no problem and pulls even harder, your pantyhose ripping in the process. You haven’t felt this humiliated in years. Ellie pulls your skirt up for a better view of your wedgied ass.

“God these are practically disappearing inside you…” She mumbles to herself, fighting the urge to spread your cheeks for a better look at just how deep your wedgie really is. You manage to kick Ellie off of you and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you hit the desk and tumble to the ground. You back yourself up against the desk and catch your breath, Ellie lets you, watching you and smiling as she plans her next move. “Don’t move an inch,” she commands.

You look up at her with fearful eyes. Your black skirt is bunched up around your waist, your ripped pantyhose and pretty white panties are stuffed deep between your folds. Ellie admires the view she has of your legs spread open, she smiles and nudges your inner thigh with her foot, pointing it towards your cunt. “Do I work you so hard you don’t have time to shave? Shame that such a pretty pussy is all covered up with that hair. I wonder how that pussy wedgie would feel if you had shaved, do you think it would hurt worse?”

You gulp and nod, not sure if she really wants you to answer her. “Y-Yeah, it probably would…” You answer meekly. Your eyes follow Ellies foot as she trails it up your inner thigh. She tests the waters, pressing the sole of her shoe against your cunt. She looks down at you and carefully analyzes your expressions.

“When you go home tonight I want you to shave, I want you to really feel it when you get that pretty little cunt flossed. Got it?” Ellie’s tone is demanding, she’s not asking you to, she’s telling you to. “You wanna be a good little employee right? Wanna follow my orders? Then do it.” Who are you to disobey her?

“Yes ma’am.” Ellie smiles down at you as you agree to follow her orders. You feel her shoe press harder against your cunt and against all better judgment you lift your hips and press yourself into the sole of her shoe, wincing at the slight pain and eyes rolling back at the pleasurable feeling.

Ellies lets out a breathy laugh, “You like this? What are you, a little pain slut? God, who would’ve guessed my little glorified coffee runner gets off on getting her cunt wrecked.” Ellie draws her foot back like she’s about to kick you, leaning forward on one foot, placing her hand on her desk to stabilize herself. She looks down at you and tilts her head to the side, “Are you wet? Your panties are plugging you up, it’s hard to tell. Maybe I need to kick ‘em loose so I can see for myself, hm?” Ellie draws her leg back further, getting herself ready. She smirks down at you before delivering a light kick to your stuffed cunt. You gasp loudly, falling forward, throwing your arm forward to stop yourself from falling on your face. Your eyes well up with tears and you let out a guttural moan, this is a pain you’ve never felt before. It has you clawing at the carpet and leaking hot tears. But, your eyes aren’t the only thing leaking. Somehow, someway, the pain from the kick has quickly melted into pleasure. You can feel your clit twitch as you lay propped up on the floor, squeaking softly, your hips jumping up off the floor.

Ellie looks at you with a shit eating grin, reveling in your pathetic display. “Lay back against the desk and let me see if they got any looser,” she commands. She knows it’s impossible for her to kick them loose, she just wants a good view of your pathetic puffy cunt. You prop yourself back up against the desk and spread your legs for her, she gets down on her knees and crawls forward to you. She lays herself down on the floor and grabs your thighs, spreading them further apart. She shoves her face between your thighs, carefully inspecting your cunt. You can feel her breath on your thighs and against your clothed cunt, it makes you whine like a little bitch.

“Pretty pussy getting plugged up just like it should…” She mumbles, running her finger along your stuffed slit. You throw your head back against the wood and whine, your hips bucking slightly at the feeling. Ellie smirks, knowing she’s got you right where she wants you. “Poor baby, probably haven’t been touched in so long…bet whatever pathetic toy you’ve got in your bedside drawer gets a lot of use, hm?” She grabs the fabric of your panties, slowly pulling it out of you as you whine in pain. You didn’t think it would be possible for it to hurt worse taking your wedgie out than it did actually getting wedgied but somehow it does.

Ellie leans forward and nudges her nose against your clothed clit causing you to yelp and dig your nails into the soft meat of your thigh. “So sensitive, I’m shocked you didn’t cum from just your wedgie alone…” She stands up and motions for you to do the same, you feel a bit weak as you do, using the desk to support yourself as you stand. You lean back against the desk, your skirt still bunched up over your waist, the stiff fabric staying in place. Ellie admires the view she has of your soaked and stretched out panties, the way she looks at you makes you melt. You know you shouldn’t be so wet after what she just did but something deep down in you wants her to do it again.

“Can I…can I taste you? I know you probably taste so fucking good…please let me make you feel good,” Ellie pleads, walking closer to you before dropping to her knees in front of you. She removes her blazer quickly, tossing the pinstriped fabric behind her. You hop up on the desk, spreading your legs, as you watch her push the sleeves up on her button down shirt. “Tell me I can taste you honey, need to hear you say it…”

You look down at her, biting your lip softly. You enjoy watching her plead like that, for once you’re in control. “You can taste me, baby. Gotta make me cum, gotta make it up to my poor little cunt after what you did to her. Make it good.”

Ellie smirks up at you, looking as smug as ever with a shit eating grin. She hooks her arms under your thighs and pulls you closer to her, “I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had.” She grabs hold on your waistband and begins to pull down your underwear, stuffing them into the pocket of her pants as she removes the fabric from your body. She leans forward and you lift your legs over her arms, resting them on her shoulders. Her face is barely an inch from your cunt and you throw your head back to look at the ceiling to try and get yourself to relax. You bite your lip to hold back a whine as you feel Ellie breathing against your naked cunt, you can practically feel the smirk radiating off of her, she knows the effect she has on you and she’s proud of it. You gasp as you feel her begin to kiss your inner thighs, she moves closer and closer to your cunt before she takes your redden clit into her mouth and sucks. Your hand shoots down to her head and you grip her hair at the root as your eyes widen, you haven’t had anyone eat you out for a very long time.

She smiles and slowly pulls away from your cunt, your legs still resting over her shoulders. “You react like a fucking virgin, y’know that? I’m shocked you didn’t cum just from that,” she chuckles cockily. You roll your eyes at her and tug at her auburn locks, causing her to wince in pain. “You little bitch, I can bust that cunt of yours again y’know?” You let go of her hair and lean back on your palms. Ellie leans forward and continues, licking a stripe up your slit and using her tongue to play with your clit. This time you don’t allow yourself to hold back, you moan in pleasure. Ellie smiles and continues on, repeating the motion as you squirm beneath her, licking at your clit every now and then.

“Ellie how the fuck did you get so good at this?” You whine, your eyebrows furrowing as you start to softly grind against her face, using her hair as an anchor. You ease up on her hair so she can pull away to answer, “I was really popular in college,” she jokes, before immediately diving right back in.

Your hips buck up in pleasure as she goes back to sucking your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You grip her hair even tighter and grind your cunt against her face, borderline riding it at this point. She lets you use her as she uses her tongue to massage your clit while she sucks on it. She widens her mouth to suck your cunt as well and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. Your hips leave the table and you pull her hair with all your might as you spasm underneath her, moaning out her name, your legs tightening around her head involuntarily as you practically fold in on yourself. She lets you come down from your high, drinking you up enthusiastically, letting you make a mess all over her face. When you manage to come down you let your legs fall open and Ellie finally is able to get some air. You lay back and admire her flushed face, the lower half of it is covered in your slick and it’s a sight you’d pay to see again.

You let your legs dangle off the desk, feeling like they’re made of jelly as both you and Ellie recover. Your cheeks heat up as you watch Ellie wipe the slick from her face with your underwear, giving them a sniff before she tucks them back in her pocket. She gets up from the ground and walks around her desk, sitting down in her chair and cradling your head. “You’re so fuckin pretty, you were so good for me,” she says, smiling down at you, stroking your cheek lovingly.

“Where did you learn to eat pussy like that, I’m so serious?” You ask, giggling to yourself when her cheeks turn red and she looks up at the ceiling.

“I told you! I was very popular in college!” She laughs and brushes some of your hair out of your face. You can see a bit of slick still on her chin and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

“How am I supposed to work after that? My legs feel like jelly, my cunt is pretty sore, and you stole my panties and destroyed them.”

Ellie chuckles, “I guess I could give you the day off…or maybe just assign you to work with me all day while I help you figure out what to do about your car situation.”

You groan, you had completely forgotten about your car, “Shit. I doubt there’s anything I can do, I swear she’s done for this time!” You had a lot of memories in your car, a lot of them involved screaming to I Don’t Care by Fall Out Boy before going into work.

“I’ll help you figure it out, pretty girl. It’s the least I could do after dress coding you over some bullshit and wrecking your cunt,” Ellie says.

“Oh so you admit the dress coding was bullshit!” You exclaim, sitting up and hopping off the desk, pulling your skirt back down and smoothing it out. You sit down in the chair you had sat in earlier when she had called you in and look at Ellie with your arms crossed in annoyance.

Ellie rolls her eyes and huffs, “Of course it was bullshit, but hey I needed a reason to keep you in here longer. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you, it’s been so hard to try and be professional with you around.” You take a minute to wrap your head around what Ellie just said.

“You what?” You’re shocked she’d admit to it.

“I’m not sure why, but after we had that work event at the arcade with the karaoke room I’ve been thinking about you. Maybe it was seeing you in casual clothes or seeing you sing your heart out to Sugar, We’re Goin Down but something about you that night just awakened something in me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, it was driving me crazy,” Ellie confesses. You sit across from her and your jaw is practically on the floor.

“So you really like me? You didn’t just want to fuck me, right?” You ask once you’ve regained the ability to speak.

“Yeah, I really fucking like you,” she smirks.

“HR is gonna have a field day with us…”

#ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #bully!ellie williams #wedgie kink

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newtabfics · 1 year

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Instincts: Diluc x Cicin Mage Fem!Reader ABO

Triggers for normal Omegaverse stuff, but also for Genshin-style fighting/violence and TECHNICALLY imprisonment. Also smut lol ENJOY IT

Word count is ~1800

He snarled as the woman easily shielded against his attack, dissolving Dawn easily.

Don’t break, he reminded himself as he called upon a searing onslaught, feeling the heat of his Vision against his thigh as he watched her stagger and dodge before summoning the power of her Delusion.

He heard her shout of pain as the electro power blew them apart, disarming them with an explosion.

She snarled as she shakily moved to get up when he finally smelled it.

Heat.

“An omega…Fatui…” He panted as he got up quickly. “Isn’t that danger–” A blade pressed against his throat as he slammed back against the tree.

He finally saw her. Her eyes glowed with electric power as she glared at him. Her hand was shaking as she panted, nose twitching before the glow finally faded.

Diluc caught her, damning his instincts when she realized she was seizing. He quickly moved her to lie down as he frowned, body tensing as the helpless omega convulsed on the ground. His chest tightened as he tried to think before carefully moving his wrist near her nose.

He was surprised when she began to calm as his scent reached her, gulping thickly. He needed to hide her away.

–

Sun peeked through the curtain. Y/N stirred slowly before snapping awake and looking around. Her heat was still there, and there was the scent of alpha in the area.

Her nose twitched as she quickly looked around, sneering when she saw the bars on the windows and the lack of a doorknob.

“Dammit,” She growled before moving to her feet. She was wearing new clothing entirely, making her balk before she saw her own clothing folded up on the table with a note.

Picking it up, she scoffed at the words. “Be back by noon. Don’t escape,” She grumbled. “Who in the name of Archons is D.R.?”

She sighed and eyed her clothing, nodding approvingly when she smelled the soaps that’d been used to clean it. She blinked as she lifted the sleeve.

Patched up.

The lock turned over as she glanced over, watching the same Vision wielder she’d seen the night before. “D.R.? I’m guessing, anyway.”

He nodded. “Glad to know you’re finally awake.” She frowned at that. “You’ve been out for three days.”

“What?” She asked, staring at him before quickly looking outside and sighing. “Shit. My heat?”

“Yes. Did it spring up on you suddenly?” He asked, keeping between her and the open door.

She studied him for a moment before asking, “Did yours?” He nodded. “Shit.”

“Agreed,” He sighed, pinching his nose. “If this is true…what do you intend?”

“To kill you,” She said simply, watching him. “Not now though. You did…protect and shelter me. What I mean is, after I leave, we’d be back to enemies. The Tsaritsa has no use for weak soldiers.”

He nodded, not entirely faulting her for the mentality. “And if I don’t want that?”

“Excuse you?” She snarled, glaring at him. “How dare you–” She had stepped forward before her body buckled under the wave of heat emitting from her.

Her knees slammed into the ground as hands steadying her shoulders. “Bastard,” She snarled. “You think…fuck…You’re just as vile as the thing you fight.”

“Pardon?”

“Just because I’m your mate, now I’m your pet, too?! What more will you take fr–” His hand firmly pressed over her mouth. The calmness in his movement made her stop and glare.

“Let me finish. Not as a prisoner but…partners. I keep you safe. You don’t have to give me any new information but…You’d have to tell me what your mission was in Mondstadt at least.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed his hand down. “So that makes it better?” He watched her calmly, studying her reaction. “What do you really get out of this?”

“Knowing that my weakness is somewhere safe and can’t be used against me,” He confessed. “Not to say I think you’re of any personal value to me as of now. It was pure luck. But even you can’t deny biology. No matter how hard you try.” He held up the box and she froze, feeling the power draining from her. “This is your Delusion. I’m going to hide it away. I want to destroy it at some point but not without your permission. That said though…you’re incredibly weak. I think it is the reason I’m not mounting you like a dog right now.”

“Crude,” She spat before glancing at the box and sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

“Which is why you’ll be staying in here until you’re no longer in heat.” He smirked as he adjusted to stand. “I will admit though, I’m surprised you’re even able to focus long enough to form a sentence.”

“Why? Cuz of my heat? Fucking sexist pig.”

“Because of the Delusion. You had an omega-drop. You almost went feral the moment you went into heat. Are you stupid or just desperate?” The venom in his question silenced her.

When she didn’t answer, he sighed and helped her to the bed. He informed her some a servant of his would be by to get her measurements so that new clothing could be provided for her. She bitterly thought of how kind the Alpha was.

Maybe it was just different in Mondstadt, but in Snezhnaya, weakness meant death or enslavement. Being an omega was worse. It’s why she swallowed down pill after pill, using Delusion after Delusion. Not caring what damage it did. As long as no one knew she was omega, she was safe.

Now, an alpha, some hotshot she didn’t even know, was trapping her to ride out her heat. It didn’t take a genius to realize his instincts as her mate overrode his instincts as an alpha.

“Maybe…”

Maybe she could use that against him? Maybe she could bat her omega eyes enough that she could–

“It’s best not to think on that.”

Y/N let out a squeal of shock as she launched herself to the otherside of the bed, putting an object between herself and the maid in front of her. She blinked up at her as she smiled cooly.

“Now then, Miss Mage. I need your measurements.”

“Why the hell do you need them?! Who are you?!” She snarled.

“Adelinde, Miss,” She answered gracefully before bowing. “I am under orders from my master to get your measurements.”

That was the name D.R. told her. She sighed and stood slowly, blinking as her nose caught the scent of something with meat. Her stomach rumbled loudly, making Adelinde smile.

The maid nodded at the table, brining Y/N’s attention to the steaming bowl of soup with bread and cut-up fruit on the platter beside it. “If you’d like to eat first, that’s fine. I can show you some catalogs of local fashion to give you an idea of what you’d like to wear.”

She glared at it, wondering if it’d been poisoned in some way, but her stomach was winning in the argument with her mind as she sat down and began to eat.

Radish. Mint. A little tomato? Chicken!

“What is this?” She asked with a moan.

“A staple of Mondstadt called Radish Veggie Soup. I added some cooked chicken myself after asking my master. He agreed it’d be good for your weakened body,” She said, smiling softly. “Eat slowly. Don’t upset your stomach.”

The days following were a blur as Y/N paced in the room she was locked in. It was mostly spent talking with Adelinde when she would come in to bring clothing or any food or drink. She even brought books when Y/N asked.

With that in mind, Adelinde set the book on the tray, handing them to Diluc. “Boar Princess?” He asked, glancing at the title as he shifted to make sure the drink wouldn’t spill onto it.

“She’s surprisingly a fan,” She chuckled. “I just gave her the second volume yesterday but I think she might’ve had the time to finish it.”

Diluc nodded, sighing as he walked to the room. He had kept away for as long as he did to let her heal…and yet it was agony.

Mate…MATE.

Omega in danger.

Hold Omega. Protect Omega.

Claim Omega.

He silently cursed his instincts wanting only to take a hold of the woman but damn it all if he didn’t think about once or twice or five times.

It’s why he froze when he picked up her scent. She was nearing the end of her heat but her scent was strong and felt only stronger as he approached. He came in and saw something only from his fantasies.

The woman was splayed out and naked on the bed with her fingers pumping into her sopping hole as she whined and pinched her own nipple for pleasure. She didn’t even stop when he closed the door and set the tray on the table.

Only when it clattered against the wood did her eyes snap to him. “Fuck,” She whimpered, looking to him pleadingly.

It was perfect. Perfect timing. She only needed to take control of the man.

“Alpha.”

If only she knew how strong his resolve was as he approached. He smirked down at her. He could see it in her face that yes she was like this but she was using it to her advantage.

“Omega,” He offered, watching her as he stopped beside the bed. He could feel his cock throbbing under his pants even as he said that, and yet, he couldn’t give in yet.

Y/N gasped when he moved too quickly and dove his face between her legs. “Wai–Ah!” She moaned as he began to lick and suck eagerly.

Moaning. He was moaning as he ate her out, she realized! And fuck everything he was good at it!

“Fuck, Alpha!” She moaned, gripping his long hair.

Her hips bucked and twitched, making him snarl before he pinned her legs back.

Flexible. His Alpha was practically singing when she easily accepted the way her knees were pushed against her chest, pushing her breasts together. Perfect mate. Claim. CLAIM.

He moaned as he sucked on her clit, watching her reactions as she threw her head back, losing herself in the pleasure.

“Alpha, fucking, alpha, please!” She begged, unable to take much more.

“Say my name. Say it.”

“I-I–” She stammered before biting her lip. She didn’t know his name.

His mouth left her, leaving her whining before she moaned as two fingers plunged into her easily before lips found her ear. “Diluc Ragnvindr,” He snarled.

She moaned out his name as he curled his fingers, her juices squirting out with reckless abandon before a white-hot pain from her neck melted into pleasure.

He was claiming her while fingering her through her climax and she couldn’t care what the consequences were now. She only wanted his knot now.

Tsaritsa be damned if she didn’t get his knot.

#genshin smut #diluc smut #diluc ragnivindr smut #smut #one shot #female reader #diluc x fem!reader #electro delusion #pyro vision #diluc x fatui #omegaverse #alpha!diluc #omega!reader #alpha x omega #omega heat

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hunnidmilly · 1 year

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crushin’ on you. |s.s|

(a/n) omg. im kinda nervous here. i wanted to try my luck at writing for solo sikoa. aye it’s wild asl when the whole damn family fine asl. im also cooking up something for jey usoooo :))). this is also inspired by @msbigredmachine ‘I still heart you’ oneshot featuring solo and nadine. complete credit to you <3. enjoy.

“it’s cool, not tryin’ to put the rush on you. i had to let you know that i got a crush on you…”

warnings: none.

parings: fluff!solo sikoa x black!reader

tagged: @cyberdejos2

“Shit!” You let out a painful groan as you almost twisted your ankle while wearing your 6 inch heels.

“You’re so damn childish.” Your best friend, Leilani, mumbled with a roll of her eyes trailing behind you as you rushed towards catering, “You a little too old for this shit, no?”

“Instead of running your motormouth, you need to be making sure he’s not near me.” You pant, nearly out of breath from your speed walking.

“Bitch, we just speedwalked all the way to the other side of the damn building away from him! He can’t fucking teleport, dammit.” Leilani responds pulling out a chair to sit down lowering her head to the table, “Why won’t you jus—“

“You think he saw me? What if he thinks I’m crazy? All he did was wave. Fuck man. Fuck!” You whine as you throw your head into your hands in embarrassment

“I hope the motherfucker does, then you can stop running away like a 6 year old child.”

“Your mother.” You mumbled out

Currently, you found yourself in a sticky situation. You were always told before you got into this business, “Don’t fall in love with your coworkers.” And here you were. Head over heels for a certain younger Samoan. Solo was practically your husband in your head at this point. You've had a crush on him since meeting him in developmental. With a handful of conversations, hanging out with your friend group, and even going out to eat, how could you not develop even the slightest of feelings for him?

While many saw him as the silent enforcer to his older cousin, Roman, he often showed you a different side when you were alone with him. When you allowed yourself to be. You could barely contain yourself around him. If it’s from falling over the damn air, to stuttering over your words, or saying the most random shit ever…you were crushin’ on him. and you had it bad.

Safe to say, you spent your nights in your hotel room with only a box of your favorite 10 piece hot wing combo, lurking on his socials, and his friends and family’s socials from a separate account than your company one.

You found it easier to just avoid him all together, to keep your little schoolgirl feelings safe. You’ve had way too many experiences of admitting your feelings for others and it went completely left. Rejection is a part of life, but that doesn’t mean it doesn't hurt. And a man like him? coming from one of the biggest wrestling families? You were nowhere near comparable. Deciding to save yourself from the embarrassment, you’d admire the Samoan from a distance…all while creating it.

Leilani and you were walking down a hall when you spotted him talking to his brother. He through a wave in your direction with a dazzling smile, expecting you to return it. Yeah, you didn’t. Quite the opposite, in fact.

You pretend as if you didn’t see him. And spun on your heel and speed walked down the opposite direction you were intending.

Even though Solo clearly saw you, see him, see you, see him.

“Stupid, you do know you’re 31 years old, right? Not 13. Just tell him you like him. What’s the worst he can do?” Leilani explains with a agitated expression coating her face

“He could say, ‘Hey, I’m not interested.’ and there goes my fuckin

dignity. Right down the drain.” You answer

“Then onto the next, girl! He’s not the only guy you’re ever going to like. He’s not the only guy who’ll rejec—“

“Reject me. I know. Save the speech, Joel Olsten. I don’t need the embarrassment that comes from that. We work together, Lei. Do you understand how awkward that would be?” You screech out slamming your hands in the table

“You knew it was going to be awkward when you started liking him. You and him have gone out before. You’re literally friends.”

“We’re friends through friends, Lei. It’s different. We’ve never gone out alone. It’s always been with other people. But he’s not the ‘enforcer’ around me. He’s just Joseph.” You sighed, beginning to feel sorry for yourself.

Leilani was right. You were a grown woman. He’s not the only guy in the world. But somehow, in front of other people, he always had a way of doing so.

One time you went out bowling with your friends a few months back, and he opened the door for you, placing his hand on your lower back, letting you enter the building before him. That entire night, he paid more than enough attention to you. Asking you about your life outside of wrestling, laughing at your jokes, and poking fun at your lack of ability to bowl. He even ordered your food for you. He ended that night by giving you a small hug.

You could still smell his cologne if you closed your eyes tightly enough.

But what if you were reading into this all wrong? He could’ve done that as a way to show he was sincerely interested in being your friend.

Late at night you always dreamed, he was crushin’ just as hard on you as you were to him. But he’s a grown man too. He would’ve said something by now if he was genuinely interested. Right?

Right?

“You need to put on your granny panties and go up to him and ask him to hang out. Bitch, you’re old. Get your ass up. Oop, just in time.” Lei suddenly smirks, her eyes moving past your head

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned in your chair to see Solo entering the catering area, his face in his phone. You admittedly felt yourself begin to shake and start to sweat. Your chest getting heavy.

“Girl, get the fuck up. You know what, actually. Solo!” Lei suddenly shouts getting his attention

“What the fuck are you doing?” You snap into her direction

“I’m deflowering your pussy ass. Either take the chance, or shut up! Hey, Solo!”

You turned around to see him making his way to your table with a smile on his face. ‘I’m going to bitch slap her so hard’ you thought in your head, glaring at Leilani.

“Wassup y’all?” Solo says as he sits in a metal chair next to you

“Hey! We’re just talking about this one’s match tonight. I was just saying we need new gear. Here, let me sho—Dammit. My phone died. I’m gonna go get my iPad; I'll be back in a jiffy.”

Your eyes nearly popped from your skull at Leilani’s words, “I’ll be back, you two. Don’t go anywhere, yeah?” She snickers at the inside joke before standing up and walking off

You bit down on your tongue as you watched her saunter off, down the hallway of the arena. opposite of her locker room, where her iPad would be.

little lying ass bitch.

“So y’all thinking about new gear? Whatchall’ thinking about?” Solo asks, moving his arm to lay against the back of your chair.

Fuck me now, “Um…y-yeah. We are. Y’know? We needa stay up to par as tag team champions.” You stutter, silently curing yourself in your head.

“Hell yea! Yall have been killing it lately out there. I remember in developmental, you’d always say how one day you were going to dominate the women's tag team division. If only little you could see yourself right now. Right?” He grins showing his teeth

He remembered that? That was a while ago.

“Yeah. She’d probably be shitting herself.” Fuck.

He chuckles to himself before facing you again, “You guys ready for backlash? I see Natalya is gearing up. Ion know. You might got some serious competition there, baby girl.”

Was that a pet name? Why’d he call you that? Where did he get that? How many other girls does he call that?

“W-w-well she better bring her ass then to be geared the fuck down!” You respond, slightly cursing yourself.

Solo laughs at your bashfulness and you grab a mini water bottle from the center of the table. You quickly opened it and attempted to drown it in its entirety before you began coughing.

Who swallows water the wrong way? Seriously?

“Yo! Yo! You good?” Solo perches upwards with a concern look on his face actively patting your back

Does it look like i’m fucking good? What do you think?

“Y-yeah!” You cough out still hacking your lungs

“Lemme getchu som—Hey, wait a minute.“ Solo's words were cut off as you waved your hand off and stood up to leave. Still coughing, you walked toward the exit with a frown on your face.

Once again, you fucked it up and embarrassed yourself. This time by choking on your water.

“Hey, wait. It’s oka—“ Solo's words were cut off once again as you leaned too close to the door, yanking it open resulting in hitting your head with it.

Before anyone else could see your multiple fuckups, you quickly exited the catering area. You walked as fast as you could to your locker room, clutching your head. You felt the tears in your eyes begin to form at your embarrassment. You felt sorry for yourself. A 31 year old grown ass woman, couldn’t admit to a dude that you were feeling him. The shit was pitiful to say the least.

You clutched your jacket closer to your body as you waited for your Uber Eats delivery to arrive. After a long night, you made the ‘expected’ decision to just head back to the hotel for the night. Avoiding Solo for the duration of the show. Wherever you spotted him, you made sure you weren’t. or at least well hidden. You lowered your gaze down to your phone, eyeing the unread message from Leilani.

Lei: Soooooo. You 2 lovebirds bond?

You didn’t have it in your heart to tell her the truth. Once again, you messed up. If he didn’t think you were weird before, he certainly does now.

Shaming yourself for wearing shorts, while it was chilly outside, you saw the car of your Uber Eats driver pull up. You stayed near the hotel entrance and prepared to greet him to receive your order. As the man gets out with a bag, from the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but notice Solo beginning to walk towards you, his suitcase in tow. You quickly retrieved your bag, and headed back inside.

Not again. No, never again.

Just as you pressed the elevator button, you heard the creaking of wheels.

“Wassup?” He greets with a smile

“Hey.” You smile back up at the man

Solo's face gains a confused look. You were being short with him. while he knew you were shy. You at least attempted more of a conversation with him.

As the elevator opened, you both entered. You kept your head hung low, as you both waited to reach the floor. When the doors opened, you stepped out and quickly walked towards your room door, accepting your defeat.

“Hey, wait a second.” Solo starts, following behind you.

You were prepared to keep the conversation short and simple. Do not allow yourself to be swept away into another series of painful and embarrassing events.

“Why are you always so…different? Around me. I see you with everyone else. Leilani. The other ladies and guys. You’re yourself. But when it comes to me? You’re different. Wassup? Did I do something?”

You let out a breath as you stared up at the man. You had one shot. And here it was, right here. He was right. You weren’t normally the shy type. But dammit, you could barely form a sentence near him. Leilani was right. There were more fish in the sea. Even if this was the fish you wanted.

“Solo listen. I…I have feelings for you. Bad. I try to save my own feelings by pushing them to the side, but instead I end up looking like a fucking dumbass, every-single-time. I know what you’re going to say. And it’s cool. I’m not tryna put the rush on you. So just sav—“

You were ready to continue your ramble. Ready to explain and accept your rejection. You felt yourself being pressed against the door of your hotel room as Solo's lips combined with yours.

You dropped your bag of food onto the ground, and your arms slid around his neck. You felt yourself moan into his mouth as his tongue snaked into yours, welcoming. His arms slid around your waist, pressing your body against his. As you both tasted each other and fought for dominance, you thought back to what Leilani said. Ole ass was right.

You pulled away from Solo, keeping your arms locked around his neck. “And what if I said I was feeling you too? Then what?” He responded

“I’d be speechless.”

“Good. Save yourself from saying something crazy again.” He chuckles before diving in again for another taste of your lips against his.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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“𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖”

𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝙻𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚡 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝙱𝚕𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 Part 2 of 2

Part 1 Here | @euphofic hope you enjoy! :) | Also slightly inspired by this artwork of virgin Luffy

WC:

Bad Summary: You lose your virginity to Luffy and he to you.

CW: Smut, Sloppy kissing, Kinda Clumsy Sex, Luffy is surprisingly caring and soft, Mutual Masturbating, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, There MAY be a form of continuation of this.

You must have been hearing things, maybe he meant something else,

but it was like he read your mind when he grinned at you so warmly.

"I want us to do the stuff we see on the magazine." He reached for the pages again pointing at more sexual positions, "Like this, or this, I think we would like this--"

"Lu!" Your face heated up making him giggle, "You got a black girl blushing here calm down. We can't...do all of these today, but...let's start here."

Luffy looked at the picture, almost studying it to mimic the position and nodded, "This too! I think you'll like it like this girl did. See her face?"

It was something, seeing Luffy so eager to do this, with you, but before you could give him another kiss and confirm he already was resting his back on your headboard, quickly removing his pants, but his impatience got the best of him and he just couldn't--

"This!---Ugh! Stupid button!"

"Here.."You chuckle at his frustration, crawling in between his legs to take off his pants and vest he places his hat on your nightstand.

Your heart was beating as Luffy peered at you, not knowing what to expect form seeing him completely naked, as he was watching your every move as you slide down his pants, not so shocked he doesn't wear underwear, but slightly at the small stain he made in his crotch.

"Did you like the kiss?" You ask referring to the small mess he made, and to your delight he was scratching the back of his head, tanned cheeks with small blush painted on them.

"Yeah, we should do it some more if you want."

The room was so quiet, nothing but small breathing, the sounds of the ocean and the ruffling of his clothing hitting the floor, you see him, legs spread and his privates out for you to see,

"You'reVeryPrettyY/N."

Lussy says in one breath, it was so quick you had to snap your eyes at him, trying to register what he said, he nods his head up, eyes looking at your now nude figure as well, you didnt even notice your towel fell off your body while getting him undressed too and you panic holding your breast.

"Thank..you."

"Don't be shy now we're ganna be naked for a while here!" Luffy did a loud chuckle, making you do a small huff, your gaze follow down to his half hard dick and you smirk for the naughty idea you have as he laughs away.

"AAHAHAHAAA-!"

His voice slightly cracks into a loud moan, and dammit if that wasn't the prettiest noise you ever heard come out of your captain's mouth--

"You're sensitive." Amazed at his cock already twitching under your palm you try to mentally prepare yourself, sure you've thought about giving head to him, Sanji, and sometimes even Zoro, but that's because you're a honry virgin little shit, but to have his tip so close to your mouth you gave his length a long lick up to his tip, giving it a small peck of the lips not realizing that move alone brought a chill down the rubber boy’s spine.

“W-wow this!—-ah! This feels good!”

Luffy’s moans were a mixture of giggles and whimpers, so uncontrollable and actually filled the room and bounced off the walls with every lick and stroke you gave on his cock.

He didn’t have a distinct taste, granted you held your breath without much thought before taking half of him down your mouth, the most you were vaguely able to get was saltiness.

Luffy wasn’t that big naturally either. 5 and a half inches, but to you it was big enough since you never really had much training of giving a man oral, however you still wanted to try,

“OO-OH!” His hands gripping your sheets tightly, gritting his teeth he exhaled a cry of your name, his scared chest already glistening of sweat and blushing, “Y/N!”

You popped your head up, the sensation of his shaft sliding out of your throat felt so good you licked your pre cum stain lips, “Hm?” Your head tilts to the side, curious as to why he sounded like he wanted you to stop.

Woth harsh breathing he takes the hair tie he keeps from his wrist, and delicately puts your locs in a loose ponytail behind your back, “I wanted…to see you.” Luffy strains, a small grin arises as he pats you on the head before leaning back, “Sorry. You can keep going.”

You nod but your heart was so warmed by the gesture you lean in to kiss him, you just couldnt help yourself, Luffy’s eyes open in shock, just for a moment until his eyes rest calmly cupping your cheeks, sort whimpers finally escape his mouth again as you lightly stroke his cock.

You continue the task at hand. You knew he was going to cum soon so your get bolder with your movements, your mouth vibrates against his sensitive skin, Luffy rolled his hips tongue sticking out meticulously while looking down at you, and that's when he got an idea,

"Can I..make it bigger?"

You look up at him, so whiny in the back of his throat, practically sounding as if he'll cry your name if you tell him no, "Sure, but just a little please..."

"Oh! O-okay!" Without a moment to lose you felt him grow inside your mouth not only in length but in width, at least 2 more inches already stuffing you, causing drool to seep from the side, you tapped his thigh for him to stop, nodding you continued to suck him off.

"You're so good at this!" Throwing his head back, feeling a funny knot in his tummy he begins to feel knotted, despite him masturbating in the past he never actually came to orgasm, for him it took too long or he got bored, but this felt different. This was something overwhelming, he couldn't contain himself under you, his legs moving up and down, back bouncing back and fourth on the headboard, "I--Y/N!"

Before you knew it your eyes widened your mouth being filled to the brim of cum and saliva, you felt a bit dirty, especially since you took a moment to force yourself to swallow most of the sticky liquid.

You sit up, straddling him, brushing back his hair admiring his fucked out face, eyes closed, breathing so unsteadily out of his mouth, and that's when he pulls you close to kiss you, you felt his fingers trail down to your wet cunt, you jumped a little at the contact, breaking the kiss, "You okay?" He asked, you shook your head looking down at his fingers inching closer to your clit, as he gently rubs he gets a little too excited of your moans and rubs harsher making you hiss.

"S-sorry."

"No, it's okay...just..follow my hand."

"So wet..." He marvels at your arousal just from giving him oral, you would feel embarrassed but why should you? Luffy sure wasn't.

You take his limp cock, rubbing up and down the shaft, twisting your wrist a little, feeling him harden at your touch again, you hear a small whine from the boy and rubbing smaller circles on you sensitive bud.

Sharing a small sound of sexual noises, Luffy whispers, "Can you kiss me please?"

And of course you did, you really couldn't help yourself latching your lips onto his smaller ones, giving small nips and licks to one another, to laugh together touching foreheads briefly,

"Yeah, like that Lu...faster..."

He swirled his fingers around, not knowing which direction to choose from up and down to circles, but the sexual wet noises you made from just his fingers still made you cum.

"Luffy..." Your voice now a pitch higher, as his name ooses out of your mouth, your eyes were closed, but your knew, you just knew he was looking right at your face while riding off your orgasm.

Luffy's lids were lowered, astonished and dazed from how beautiful you looked, mouth a gape, head downwards grinding on his fingers, you felt so warm, so wet, it was almost going to drive him crazy on the possibility of what you felt like with him fully inside you.

He wasn't too far behind, you wanted him to have a second orgasm on your hand, but instead he grabbed your wrist, "Can we do it now?" He looks over and shyly puts his hand on another sex position, "This one....and then this one..."

"And this one." You pointed at another pose to try, you could fellt him twitch on your thigh, he agrees and helps you up on your knees.

"Hold my....my um..my hand."

as you intertwine both your hands into his clammy ones, you sunk yourself down, it was a bit scary, and your captain knew when you were afraid,

“Look at me.”

When you meet eyes, he had a soft gaze at you, his smile was faint but warm. His assists you down his length, and you both share a whine and a hiss together.

Still holding his hand you begin to move up and down and immediately Luffy is giggling and moaning again.

“W-what’s—ah funny?”

“Your boobies are in my face!” He leans his head forward smothering himself in your breasts, his hair tickled your nipples as he litterally rubbed his face in between the warm crevasse eventually letting go of your hands and using his powers to wrap his arms twice around your waist almost as if giving you a bear hug.

You were too busy laughing at his antics to even feel the typical sting of your hymen getting torn, now turning into pleasure almost immediately after getting the pace right. The pressure of Luffy’s hug around you plus bottoming out on his cock felt so good, you both felt a familiar stomach knot forming.

“S-so close! Y/n! It’s happening again!”

His rasped voice vibrated on your skin, he pulled away , a spit line disconnecting from the drool he left on you and went to look at your contorted face focusing on your next orgasm. Luffy held your hair back as you started to pick up the pace of bouncing. He wanted to see you cum again.

“So pretty.”

You both held each other close, both clashing each other body against another as you rode out yet another blissful high, your face in his neck, legs around his hot waist as he sat crisscross in the middle of the now creaky bed it, you both got restless. The air in the room so stuffy, and hot but yet you both couldn’t back away from each other.

You felt his cum spray your insides leaving a mess both on and in you, the tingly feeling made a shiver run down both your spines.

As you both slowed down, moaning subsiding from you both down to faint breaths you look at Luffy, grabbing his tired dazed face with a pussy drunk smile, you giggle.

“Hey…” You look down at your breast to see a small heart shaped hickey on it. “How the hell you leave this shape on my tiddy?”

“I seen the trick be taught in Dressrosa.”

You blink at him, “What the hell did you see in that city we was there for like 3 days.”

He giggles, pulling you to his ear to whisper and your eyes grow about 3 times the size.

“NO WAY?! AND ZORO HE WAS IN ON IT TOO?”

“Mmhm!”

“What else? How’d you two even find a—“

Luffy then fake yawns, “Oh wow i am so tireeddddd.”

You toll your eyes. You knew he would be a little shit trying to spill,

“You still wanna do the other positions?”

He laughs, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t winded, but you felt so addicting, “After a nap…and food….need meat.”

You both burst out laughing, “Okay…but um….thank you Luffy….for trusting me….to do this.”

“Ah no worries!” Luffy beams at you with tiny beads of sweat falling down his face, laying back on your headboard with his arms behind his head, “That actually feels way better than I thought….Next time though we have to do ALLLL the positions! IN ONE GO TOO!…..also….”

…..

“Was i good? You’re —you’re bleeding! I didn’t hurt you did i?!”

“No! no! that’s normal! You…it means you took my virginity, Lu….and yes you were amazing.”

You knew giving him the real medical answer would make him kore confused and he already looked so tired. As much as you both needed another bath you decided to let him stay inside you. sure you felt full but the comfort of his scared chest and one of his hands tracing over your bare back as he was dozing off made you sleepy as well.

Luffy was more than content right now with you in his arms as you both sleep off your exhausted afternoon. It was a strange feeling for him but holding you, kissing you, being so intimate with you made his heart bloom. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was he had towards you, but he didn’t want them to go away.

Not when you were his first and hopefully to be his only.

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

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

(My Masterlist)

Technically Too Late to be Kinktober 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom-mo? Er, a-ah… Jihyo?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-who?” Tzuyu stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

“I would like that.”

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

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

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

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

“WHO?!” Tzuyu screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure is," Nayeon confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's a surprise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ha, okay, but if—"

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

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

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

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

"It's Dahyun's turn."

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

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

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

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

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

"Gahyeooon!" Jihyo shouted across the room.

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

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

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

“It’s a crying kink.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Chaeyoung,” Gahyeon said simply.

“Sup?” Chaeyoung responded quietly.

“Still want what you asked for?”

“Fuck yeah.”

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

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

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

“Technically, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Longer or wider?"

"Bit of both."

Gahyeon smirked. "Another time then?"

"Mhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mina?"

Mina sighed, "Present."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Momo groaned loudly, "Fun suckerrr."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Scary?"

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

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

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

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

Mina just shrugged.

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

"People really like fucking my thighs."

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

"What's that?"

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

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

"Uh… we can… yeah, try that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want to swap?"

Chaeyoung blinked. "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuckin OUCH!" Momo yelled.

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

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

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

Instead, she decided to fuck Momo's pussy.

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

"I've trained…"

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

"What?" Gahyeon squinted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And that is?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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babygirl-diaz · 13 days

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I wrote this on my phone at 5 in the morning so bear with me.

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The Intrusion

Buck heard the noise when he got close to the door and immediately became alert. “Did you hear that?” He asked Tommy

“Heard wha-“

“Shh!” Buck hushed his boyfriend and focused on the sound coming from the other side of the door. “I think someone is in Eddie’s apartment.”

“Uhhh… Evan I think we should go,” Tommy suggested, the unease obvious in his voice.

“Are you shitting me? Someone could be hurting my best friend and you want me to just leave?” Buck hastily looked for Eddie’s house key on his key ring.

“Evan, I don’t think this is what you think it-“ Tommy groaned. “-Ev, are you even listening to me?”

But Buck wasn’t listening. Eddie could be in pain. Sounded like it from the moans and groans coming from the other side. There were all sorts of horror shows going on in Buck’s head. Eddie was hurting and he needed to get to him ASAP.

The stupid door wouldn’t open when he needed it to and then Buck realized that he was using the wrong key. “Dammit!” He growled as he searched for the correct key. He could just break the door down and he was about to in the next 10 seconds when he finally found the key.

“Evan! Wait!” Tommy grabbed Buck’s arm and tried pulling him back. “You don’t wanna do this.”

“Tommy, if you’re scared then go wait in the Jeep,” Buck huffed and pulled his arm away.

He entered the house in time to hear Eddie scream, “Buck! Tommy!”

That was all it took for Buck to go running through the hallway and into the living room but the scene in front of him stopped him in his tracks. Now he got why Tommy was stopping him.

Eddie was lying on the couch with one of his legs resting on the couch and the other on the floor. He was panting and sweating and when Buck’s eyes traveled further down, he noticed there was a purple toy inside him. It was big enough to split him open. There was practically nothing left to imagination.

Buck didn’t know how long he was standing there just staring at his best friend.

“BUCK! TOMMY! What the hell?!”

Eddie’s voice brought Buck out of his thoughts and he shook his head. Eddie pulled the toy out of him and tried pulling on the blanket he was lying on top of.

But the blankets wouldn’t move out from under him and he was getting increasingly flustered and like he was on the verge of tears.

“Eddie, we are so sorry,” Tommy spoke first. He brought his jacket over to Eddie and put it on top of him.

“What are you guys even doing here?” Eddie asked in a desperate voice and wouldn’t even meet their eyes.

“We came to ask if you wanted to go to a wrestling game. Tommy managed to get us last minute tickets to RAW,” Buck explained lamely.

“And you couldn’t call first?” Eddie’s voice was accusatory which was fair as Buck had just walked in on him… fucking himself?

Eddie got up and turned away from them to wear Tommy’s jacket and Buck tried not stare at his bare ass.

Tommy smacked Buck’s arm and shook his head when Buck looked at him.

Tommy’s jacket was big enough on Eddie that it came down to his crotch. Eddie shifted from foot to foot when he turned around to face them. He still looked embarrassed and distraught. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“We’re the ones who should be sorry, Eddie. This is your house. You are free to do whatever you want,” Tommy assured him.

“It was hot,” Buck’s mouth ran ahead of his brain as always.

There was sudden silence and tension in the room. “Wh- What?” Eddie stuttered.

“It was hot?” Buck repeated himself. Again letting his mouth run ahead.

“What Evan means to say is that it was-“ Tommy looked like was trying to find the right words. “-I got nothing.”

That brought a small smile to Eddie’s face but he was still clutching to the jacket around him like some Victorian dame, trying to save her dignity.

“We should go,” Tommy said pulling on Buck’s arm.

“Why did you say our names?” Buck remained unmoving when he recalled that Eddie had called out their names earlier.

“I was shocked to see you?” Eddie replied defensively.

“No, before that,” Tommy chimed in. “You said our names when we were in the hallway.”

“Oh,” Eddie mumbled and looked down, biting his lips. He was blushing profusely once again and digging his toes into the carpet.

“Eddie?” Buck called out softly and took a step towards him but Eddie stepped back.

“Please leave,” he told them in a small voice.

“Not until you tell us why you said our names,” Buck told him adamantly.

“Buck-“

“Eddie, tell us, dammit!” Buck demanded this time.

“Because I was imagining you two passing me around and fucking me! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” Eddie blurted out and then looked up at them horrified. “Shit..” He seemed like was ready to run when Tommy caught his wrist.

“Eddie, come on, it’s us,” Tommy told him and tilted Eddie’s chin up to make him look at him. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Buck went over to his side and stroked his cheek. “Yeah, Eds, you have nothing to be ashamed of. We’d be lying if we said we hadn’t thought of this before.”

Eddie visibly gulped and looked between them. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” Buck confirmed.

#let your imagination run wild as to what happens next 😉#eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #bucktommyeddie #911 abc #fanfic #drabble

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alittlebitofeverythingtbh · 2 years

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Keep Your Eyes On The Screen

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, threatening, cursing, etc

Halloween night was pretty much the same every year. You invited your friend now boyfriend Corey over to watch some scary movies and eat far too much candy. You were throwing various mini chocolate bars into a bowl as well as lollipops and Smarties when you heard your doorbell ring. You set the bowl onto the table and went across the house to open the door. You were shocked to see that there was no one there. Feeling a bit creeped out you called, “hello? Anyone there?”

“Boo!” Corey yelled as he jumped from the bushes onto your doorstep. You couldn’t help but jump a bit, “dammit Corey!” He grinned, “sorry baby, I had to.” He was wearing a casual outfit that looked really nice on him, his glasses notably missing. You rolled your eyes playfully, “in this town? Thank god it was you and not Michael Myers or something.”

Something flashed in his eyes as you said that, but you didn’t notice. Instead you moved aside and let him in, locking the door behind you two. Corey went over to the tv stand that had a pile of movies on it, looking through it before picking up the original Scream, holding it up to you with an eyebrow raised. You nodded, “yeah that’s a good pick.” You walked back into the kitchen and brought out the giant candy bowl. Corey laughed, “holy crap, that’s even more than last year.” “Yeah and last year we ate the whole bowl, thought I’d stock up in case.” Corey grinned at that as he unwrapped a Hershey bar, “it’s gonna be gone, I can promise you that.” You slapped his arm playfully as you took his coat to hang up, “Corey Cunningham you better not eat it all!” You heard him laugh again as you hung his coat on the rack behind you, as well as the distinct sound of another candy wrapper being opened.

You two were settled on the couch not long after, you pressed up against his chest as you watched the horror film you both had seen multiple times. You had gotten to the bathroom scene in the film when you felt Corey’s hand move slightly. You thought nothing of it until you felt your waistband get pulled. You turned to look at Corey, who had a dark look as he continued watching the film, acting as if he wasn’t about to put a hand into your pants. “What are you…” you started. “Shhh, just watch the movie,” he whispered, his fingers now teasing the front of your underwear. You shivered, “Corey how am I supposed to do that?” He turned to you, looking at you seriously, “keep your eyes on the screen, baby.” Already feeling yourself get excited, you listened to him. You went back to watching the movie as his fingers pushed past your underwear, slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a small whimper, making Corey grin again. “Poor thing, all needy for me,” he whispered, “already so wet, too.” Not a moment later, the first finger slipped into you. You let out a shaky moan as he began to slowly pump it into you. “So tight….” he whispered, “you’re so tight.” Your attempt to focus on the movie was already getting so hard, but you wanted to do it for him. That would get harder when you felt a second finger slip in beside the first. You moaned out his name as he chuckled, “good girl. Being so good for me…”

Corey’s fingers began to speed up a bit, and you bucked up against them. You were now at the part of the movie where Ghostface attacks Sidney at her house, and that gave Corey an idea. “I wonder what would happen if I had a knife to your throat. Would you squirm for me? Beg for mercy?” “Oh fuck…Corey,” you whimpered as you turned to face him. His free hand shot up and grabbed your jaw, “did I say you could look away baby? I don’t wanna have to punish you.” His fingers stopped moving inside you, causing you to look back at the screen with a whimper. “Good girl, keep watching the movie while I take care of you,” Corey whispered.

He kept fingering you while the movie played, voicing all of his fantasies to you for the first time. “Maybe I should wait until you’re asleep, break through your window, and hold a knife to that pretty little throat. I can just imagine how confused and scared you’d be, at my complete mercy. You’d like that baby? For me to take what I wanted?” His fingers sped up, causing you to moan even louder. “Maybe I should tie your hands together,” he continued, “and just use you over and over again. That knife still against your throat, and my cock deep inside you. Or maybe I’d stalk you around town, following you home. Sneaking inside and waiting for my chance to pound you into your mattress.” You whined his name as his fingers sped up again, “fuck…Corey…” He grinned, his eyes darkening as he felt you get wetter as he described these scenarios. “Sounds like my baby wants that, huh? Sounds like she wants to be afraid as I fuck her. Maybe I’ll wear a mask, and you won’t be able to see my face. You can pretend it’s a real intruder taking what he wants. What he needs,” Corey said as he finally added a third finger, growling as he felt you tighten up around them.

“Corey…” you whined, “I’m gonna cum.” “Yeah? Is my baby gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers thinking about how I can take advantage of her? And use her over and over again?” he leaned in closer to your ear, “then do it. Cum all over my fingers like the little slut you are.” Not a second later and you came around his fingers with a sob, bucking wildly on them as he continued to push them into you. Even after you came, Corey kept pushing them in and out of you, overstimulating you with a grin. Finally, he stopped. You laid back against the couch trying to catch your breath when you felt the couch move beside you. Corey moved to the floor and took your pants and underwear all the way off, spreading your shaky legs apart. He looked up at you with another grin, “keep your eyes on the movie, darling.” You went back to watching Scream as you felt his mouth on you, starting again.

You were gonna be there for a while.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends

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wr1t3w1tm3 · 4 months

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I wanted to add another little bit about clothing and characters of PotC.

I don't think it's a coincidence that of all the characters, only Jack Sparrows costume has remained relatively unchanged. Of all the characters, he's changed the least.

But looking at Elizabeth in the picture above, on the right, we see that her outfit has changed quiet a lot from her first (adult) appearance in CotBP (below).

In CotBP, she is obviously wearing a dress with a corset, but we see she is wearing a white dress with yellow accents. Her final outfit from At World's End (outside of the end credit scene, which doesn't count) is black with gold/yellow accents. Earlier in AWE, we see her in all black, and even briefly in the scene where Soa Feng puts her in the more ornamental robes, those are dark colors. My point here is that as Elizabeth's story progresses, she dresses in darker colors. It happens in every movie.

In CotBP she goes from the white with gold to a sort of mauve-y red (IDK I don't know my colors that well) to that bright red coat on Isla De Muerta. And at the end, during the execution sequence, she's in that other yellow dress (see below). And even when she's in her underthings, they're white. Which we only see her in when she's surrounded by Norrington and his soldiers. When she's back where society would deem her "place". When she's aboard a pirate vessel, where she can be truer to herself, she's in darker colors. Around society, she has an image to upkeep, so she wears the lighter colors, using them as a shield.

And I can't forget pants. Elizabeth wearing pants near the end of the movie really drives home just how much she's changed in these movies. Here she's wearing arguably the least amount of clothes she's worn during the entire movie (even her underclothes are several layers of full-length dress like stuff). Even Anamaria, the only other significant female character in CotBP wears pants. They show the freedom these women have as pirates. This same point can be made when she eventually ends up in soley pants through the mid part of DMC to the end of AWE, except for the brief moment she's in a dress while imprisoned by Soa Feng, which I feel only strengthens my point.

Now, let's look at Will in the above (left) picture. He's in what I like to call his "Muskateer Get Up" - he's wearing the more billowy, formal shirt, a brown vest with double crossed belts, a red cape, brown pants and that garish hat. Will's outfits in CotBP are much less about color and more about appearance. In the picture above from Will's first adult appearance, he is pictured wearing a full, formal suit with tie, coat, and everything. As the movie progresses and he gets closer and closer to Elizabeth, he loses more pieces of that suit.

By the end of CotBP, Will is left with just his vest, trousers, and undershirt from the original ensemble.

Him putting on the more colorful ensemble at the end to free Jack is symbolic of him accepting his true identity (son of a pirate) and allow his experiences to change him.

I wanna talk about hair here for a second. Elizabeth and Will both get hair used as a symbol as well. For Will, his is kept up until approx. his capture in CotBP by Barbossa. Once he's finally in the thick of it, and once again when he's accepted the results of his actions, it's down (in the opening shot with Governor Swann we can see his hair is kept back in a ponytail). The same can be said for Elizabeth: during the scenes where she is wearing her lighter clothes, where society is expecting something of her, her hair is kept up. When she goes out to Barbossa's ship, and basically up until she's back in her stuffy societal position, her hair is down. Now, it's not practical, but it is symbolic (I still don't give it a pass. That is a crime honey. I have to put my hair back to walk to class when it's windy, put your damn hair up on the high seas dammit!).

Back to clothes: we really get to see this change in Elizabeth and Will's characters and their clothing best in DMC and AWE.

We can see here that Elizabeth is once again in yellow, and her hair is done in a half up, half down style. Her yellow is once again a symbol of her being in a societally "acceptable" position (the same can be said for Will, more on that in a moment), however her hair can be seen as a sort of "sticking it to the man", since, as we've established, Elizabeth's hair is down when she is getting a taste of freedom. Marrying Will is an act of freedom for her, since she's not been forced to marry Norrington. With Will, we get a special blend of symbolism. He too is wearing yellow, which can be seen as symbolic of him doing a "societally deemed chill" thing: getting married. However, his is surrounded by the much darker blue, which as I will establish momentarily, is a symbol of him straying further towards piracy and away from society. This is also the fanciest get up we see him in: he looks like a soldier and has the same tricorn hat we know Jack wears. As far as his hair, it's up in a ponytail. So, we know that Will is in a societally acceptable position, but just like Elizabeth, his scuffle with pirates previously has changed him. However, unlike Elizabeth, he's not really acknowledging that in public, hence the ponytail.

Just like with CotBP, DMC gives us similar outfit evolutions with Will and Elizabeth, but with some minor changes. Will still ends up stripping down to the most basic components of his suit by the end (though this time he doesn't get a final outfit change, though it appears he gets it at the beginning as he doesn't seem to be in the full wedding suit when he leaves Port Royal) and Elizabeth ends up in pants and a red shirt once more. Both have their hair down as they return to piracy, again a symbol of their freedom or even just comfort level away from society. Elizabeth is back in pants again, relatively free (despite the whole Davy Jones situation). The only major hair change to note is that when she's on Tortuga, Elizabeth keeps her hair up and very short looking. Even if this is a temporary change, it's the first time we really see her acting like a pirate. Even stowing over to Tortuga she'd kept to the shadows and been witty about her interactions with the crew. This shorter hair can be taken to symbolize a new start (even if, again, it's only temporary).

What I want to note here is the colors used. Both end up wearing significantly darker colors by the end of the film. Even their yellow and blue at the beginning of the film are the darkest we've seen outside of the blue navy coats, but I'd personally argue that Will's coat is darker than the EICo's blue. Elizabeth's dress is a darker yellow, and as the movie progresses, they end up in darker and darker colors. Both end in grungy, dirty clothes too, in contrast with the previous film. Will is in greyer tinted, dingy stuff, and Elizabeth is wearing maroon and a brown darker than Will's from CotBP.

Also, I'm putting a quick pin in Elizabeth's maroon from DMC for Will's fit in AWE. We already saw Will wearing yellow for the first time in DMC when Elizabeth so prominently wore the color in CotBP, so him wearing maroon in AWE after Elizabeth wore it prominently in DMC cannot be a coincidence. I think it's probably a very literal symbol, in that she is really starting to rub off on Will.

Now let's jump to AWE. Elizabeth is featured initially in all black (minus the hat and poncho which are quickly discarded). Will's outfit also appears this way due to the water he's been soaked in, although we soon learn that it's black with the maroon shirt. Everyone's in mostly dark clothes, as this is a dark hour for pirates. Also here, Will's hair is undone, and Elizabeth's is in a tight braid. Again, Elizabeth is in a more "acceptable" position, but this doesn't last long. It's down again once they hit Davy Jones locker. Will's hair, however, stays back almost the entire movie, beginning with their search for the locker (See below).

As I mentioned before, the dark clothes are a pretty standard symbol for dark times. Just about everyone in this movie is wearing dark clothes. The maroon on Will still shows how Elizabeth has rubbed off on him, but his hair back shows us he isn't as free as he could be, how he's trying to hide the effect of his experiences on the Flying Dutchman from everyone. He's weighed down between his options: Elizabeth and his father. We learn pretty quickly into the movie that he's gonna have to choose, and he doesn't want too.

Once again, as mentioned above, Elizabeth is the one who gets an outfit change for this movie. First, she ends up in the red and blue ensemble from Soa Feng. Red is a color we've seen her in before, one we know she's comfortable in. Blue is one we haven't seen her in, so we can see how she sort of feels during this scene through these colors. At first, she's ill at ease, but once Soa Feng reveals his cards, she gets him hook, line, and sinker. She's in control. She's cool, she knows what she's doing.

When Elizabeth rolls up to the pirate council in the black and gold threads from Soa Feng, she also has her hair up (not many pictures of that, unfortunately). And while, yes, that does mean she's in an "acceptable position", I think here its more that she's in a position she's prepared for. She's the governor's daughter, so a position of power is something she theoretically should have in the bag. And we see she does because she becomes Pirate King pretty quick. Again, it's a dark hour, but that gold really ties her character back to when she was firmly the governor's daughter: when she only wore yellow. Something I didn't mention above is that Elizabeth really only wears yellow in the presence of her father, the governor. And again, really only while he's the real power. By the time he loses that to Cutler Beckett, she's in maroon and brown. The colors symbolize that while this is the pirate's darkest hour, Elizabeth is prepared for this. She can lead them. And her hair, once again down, represents that she is free here, even in the face of impending doom (same with her pants). She is a real pirate, and she's ready to fight for their freedom (even if I would HIGHLY recommend tying your damn hair back, girl!).

Let's look at Will now. In AWE, he's got some pretty static character stuff, but that's okay, because he got a lot of that in DMC. His most major outfit is the switch from a black vest during the locker sequences to a black coat when Jack throws him overboard and lets him get captured. He's still got a crossed belt, which has become a staple, and we get a little pop of color from his sash/gun belt thing. Which, funnily enough, looks to be predominantly brown, red, and gold.

So as far as colors, we again get the darkest hour bit, although for Will his is more of a darkest hour because he's going to soon be forced to choose between his dad and his (I'm assuming) fiancé. The maroon shows that Will and Elizabeth are still connected, she's still rubbing off on him despite their coolness during this movie. The steaks of color in his belt help us really see where he came from too, red from AWE, the gold again from Elizabeth, and the brown calling all the way back to CotBP.

Will's final costume change comes once he's sort of forced into the captainship of the Flying Dutchman. He's still wearing the black coat and maroon shirt, with the black crossed belt, but there's two major changes: the bandanna and his hair. The hair I'll harp on real quick because it's down. And as far as we've discussed, that mean he's more himself, that he's allowing the world to see just how much he's been changed by the circumstances around him. Like Calypso says, Will has a "touch 'a destiny", and as far as we can tell, this is quite literally where he is meant to be (for the 2007 crowd this was assumed to be in perpetuity as well). This is like, literally the 2nd or 2 times his hair is down in this movie. Do I like that all the symbols are pointing to him being here on purpose? fuck no. But it gives me that kind-of-icky-kind-of-not pit on my stomach that tells me this is a narratively satisfying conclusion.

Turning to the bandana, this is something we've never seen his character wear, ever, in the entire franchise. The only other prominent characters we see wear bandannas are those who do so under hats: Jack and Barbossa. And both of them are captains. So, the bandana not only signifies the magic-girl-transformation(TM)that Will undergoes after getting his heart carved out by (assumedly) his own father; but it also symbolizes his new role in life: captain of the Flying Dutchman. Its color tells us something too, the same as his clothes. The maroon symbolizes how Elizabeth has worn off on him, and the black shows us that when he became captain, it was a dark time. But the bandanna, that baby is green. What can that symbolize? Well, do me a favor and scroll back up to Will and Elizabeth's wedding outfits from DMC. What colors are they wearing? Yellow and Blue? I sure hope so. What color does yellow + blue = ? Green. Will's bandana symbolizes not only his new station in life, but also the entwinement of his and Elizabeths' destinies, now for all eternity. That's why even though Norrington ended up in gold and blue, like Will, he never got any green, he says it himself: "Our destinies were entwined, but never joined" (I paraphrase).

So, in conclusion, the wardrobe department for this trilogy slaps, the writers were great, Gore Verbisnky is a legend, and I just spent over a literal hour over analyzing the clothing on two fictional pirates in a Disney movie franchise based on a ride.

I love how I said this was gonna be little. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk ya'll. Felt like pictures might do us some good this time and break up the giant walls of text. This has been fun to put together, and I may do an analysis of other characters later, but IDK. I'm trying to outline a new WIP so... we'll see how long that one lasts. I may do an analysis of the costumes from five as they pertain to the original trilogy, but I don't know yet (for reference, I personally don't consider 4 as a main line story. It's like Rogue One is to the Original Star Wars trilogy, it explains a couple plot points for the next movie, but it's not a necessary watch).

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songbird-oracle · 3 months

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Live thoughts watching Fantasy High Junior Year episode 5

Spoilers ahead

Im so nervous already about Cassandra

These dudes getting swole

It IS spicy tonight in the dome

Screaming

I WANT A BOGGY KISS

OH FUCK SHES HOLD MONSTERING KRISTEN

THE SECURITY COMING THROUGH OH SHIT

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you 👀” vibes

OH NO PLEASE NO NIGHTMARE KING OH NO OH NO

I’m Shittering my pants rn

No not the girlies!

Located in the astral mall, This place has *everything*. Ripped valley girls, a goddess and prophet and familiar going through a very tumultuous time in their relationship, a frog wearing a paper hat, and a weird ass clock

I live for the hangman banter

Oml I love the Yarrbucks coffee art

LOU HOLY SHIT

BOX OF DOOM DC5!? The stakes are seriously so high though

Okaaaaaaaay 13 works ig

“Does she need scratchies?”

Wooo Murph!!

THE STAR TALKS!?

I love Emily’s reaction to “banging out a 1st level spell”

Riz sadly flossing

Oh no Kristen oh no Cassandra!

No stop attacking Cassandra!!!!

🎶non-a-crits🎶

Thank goodness no failures

Break it up guys come ooooooooon

Damn, man needs strudel with sauce at a time like this

Profiling the minis 🤣

NOT THE TAP DANCING

“I don’t think you’re scared, I think you’re mad. And that’s okay” I’m sobbing

YES THE FUCKING SECURITY DETAIL

Kristen is so low, oh no

A 0 initiative 🥲

FUCK THIS IS WHAT RAGHS MOM ABSORBED!?!? Gorgug is the greatest wizard of our time

Abjurative grammar is prescriptive. Iykyk.

I knew the DC would be high

NAT 20 BEARDSLEY IN THE FUCKING HOUUUUUUUSE

YESSSSS HEALED CASSANDRA 😭

Oh fuck oh fuck bad stars

Let it out Cassandra, feel your feelings

Oh my goodness, philosophers scone

OOP PAUL BLART INTERGALACTIC MALL COP

It’s not the nightmare king??????

41 damage each, damn Adaine

We aren’t even half way through guys

BAHAHAHAHAHHA playful picking on Riz

Mass dispelling?? Damn

????? TUMMY ACHE SURVIVOR????

THE SHRIMP!!!!!!

Why is Fig a walking embodiment of Murphy’s law rn???

WHAT THE FUCK

NO NO NO DID GILEAR STEAL HER LUCK??????

IS THIS QUADRANGLE FUCKERY??????

Okay it’s just a curse

WAIT WHAT???

Cloaca why 😂

Whoopsies, shattered the shatter star

Oh fuck, rage Adaine is scary dude

Is this some rage and revenge deity??

Anyone but Conor

BAHAHAHAHAHA “no no, this is gonna happen”

“Stay hot Conor”

NOT KALINA NO

RAGH??????

Not the shimmy

WHAT IS KALINAS AC

44 DAMAGE??

Old Fabian

Legend has it the wizard is still waiting for his strudel with sauce

WHAT THE FUCK NO NOT CASSANDRA NO NO NO

“Unfortunately stop flossing”

COMPELLED DUEL ON KALINA OH FUCK

3!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!

Worst mall cop ever, Paul Blart would never

🤣 “is that not property damage??”

I’m so scared for Cassandra guys

Kristen and Cassandra are down oh no 🥲

BARDIC SHRIMPSPIRATION

NO NAT ONE NO NOOOOOOOO

Somewhere Katja Cleaver is raging because Conor Counterspell said he hates horses

A ball. Not *the* ball

ARMOR ZOMBIE AND LICH IM LIVING FIR THESE NAMES

Bards and Noble 🤣

Kristen coming in with the hugs

Box of doom has been working hard this episode

Shake out the bad ones

Screaming crying throwing up

I can’t look

Dammit Murph

Ecaf again

“What are you talking about girlieeeee?”

Brendan’s stare scares me

FUCK

Strudel for the win Girlie!!!

“One more roll girlie 🤪”

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no circle of death oh no

COUNTERSPELL MY BELOVED

“How old are you” “45” “gross”

WAIT WHAT TIME REVERSE TO- TEN SECONDS

Conor, you’re the best secret service agent ever

WHAT????? WHERES CASSANDRA??????

WHAT????????

I’m so fucking scared right now

Wait is Cassandra a triple goddess? Like how Hekate is a triple goddess, is Cassandra one? Cause Cassandra, Nightmare king, and a divine thing that isn’t a different divinity?

I want to enjoy “we got that bad boy buttered” but I can’t 🥲

Dead stare 🥲

I love Hangman 🥹

Feral Murph

NAT 20 SHRIMP JUMP

Thousand yard stare

Best shrimp jump ever

Maximum legend

That’s right, kick flip the system

Fuck KandyKorn Lullaby

See you at Basrars, I’ll be sobbing into my ice cream

#d20 fhjy #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 fhjy #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #fig faeth #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring #Cassandra #d20 fantasy high #d20 #fantasy high

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shadowofroses · 1 year

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Rejected idea

Trigun

Reader x Vash

Warning: afab reader, itsekai, Vash is a flirt, mechanical worker Reader, reader has some scars and high pain tolerance.

Summery: I wanted to do a Itsekai Trigun wise, and I realized there was a better way to go about it, and now have a hard time working with this idea. Currently, but will be carrying the Reader idea over to the new one etc, but I wanted to share what I did cause I did like it.

Story idea:

You lifted yourself from the vehicle’s engine as oil decided to squirt out onto your face causing you to twitch. “Dammit Sam, why is it every time something fucked up happens to your vehicle I can’t understand how it got fucked up?!” you lifted a rag from the side and wiped the oil off of your face while the man busted up laughing.

“You got me!”

You sighed at that. Looking down at your tank top and scarred up skin from fights you had to break up. “No way in hell I’mma find myself a partner…” You muttered to yourself.

“What was that Scrappy?”

You rolled your eyes, “How the heck did your wife put up with you? You must’ve broke everything.”

“Har har. I have you know I am heavily packin’ Lil’lady.” The slightly balding gray man said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows causing you to deadpan.

“Ew. Did not need to know that.”

“WELL YOU ASKED!” Sam snickered, placing a pipe back into his mouth and puffing it.

You scoffed, throwing a wrench into his general direction as a cloud of sand picked up in the distance. “Yeah, I regret it!”

“Incoming!”

You turned your head just in time for a vehicle to stop, putting on its brakes hard and someone in red flew off the top of the jeep and past your right ear.

“I’M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!~” you heard before you and Sam heard a thud, turning to the noise, you saw what seemed to be a man in the sand, luckily not hitting Sam’s house. He was wearing what looked to be a red duster jacket coat, his butt and black pants clearly visible as his head was buried in the sand.

You quickly jumped off the engine and ran over grabbing the man by the waist and tugging at him, “Ah! Sir, are you okay?!” You called out just as you tugged hard enough to pull his head out of the sand, causing you to fall backwards and him landing backside on top of you causing your soul to leave your body.

The man coughed up sand, turning around, seeing you, his eyes widened, and seemed watery, and sparkly? He grabbed your hands in his, helping you up, “You saved my life! Thank you! You must be an angel! How about I treat you to a drink~”

Your eyes nearly crossed in confusion, “HAH?!”

Sam however was bent over howling, as the man’s friends came barreling out of the jeep. “I’m so sorry Vash!” came a feminine voice.

“You know damn well she did it on purpose!” came a rougher voice.

“I DID NOT!”

A man in a darker suit rolled his eyes, moving to light a cigarette. “Princess here was directed here for brake work.”

“MY NAME IS MERYL!”

You felt your chest tighten as you realized who all surrounded you. Sam had called this planet No Mans Land at times. But it never clicked that this was Trigun that you were itsekaied into.

Nicholas noticed your recognition of them which made him pause to stare at you this time. However Sam slapped your back, “Just brake work? No problem Scrappy here will take care of it.” You blushed at the name but only nodded, at least before you realized Vash was still holding your hands, causing your face to go darker.

You pulled away from his hands reluctantly as you turned back to the group, not catching Vash’s pout. “I don’t suppose you can pull it into the shop here or will the brakes make it difficult?” you tried to distract yourself, walking over to their vehicle.

Meryl nodded giving a glance, “as long as I give it a small nudge…”

Roberto gave you a look, “Do not let her, give the keys Newbie.”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

You gave a chuckle, “That is fine, just take it out of park and turn the wheel. I’ll hook it up and pull it into the shop.” you jogged off into the machine shop, grabbing a heavy hook and running off back to their vehicle hooking the underside. “Sam, hit the…”

“Yeah yeah, yer not my wife, stop bossin’ me around!” the man slurred his words speaking fast, as the chain tugged and started to pull it in as Meryl quickly hopped in to steer it into the shop. “Ya folks hungry?” the man questioned as you went into the shop.

You shot him a quick glance, “Also, you fucking had that wrench I threw at you stuck in the belt. I’m not fixing your shit anymore.” before you went to crank their vehicle up, causing the older man to bark out laughing.

“Starting to think she’s catching on that I’m doing it on purpose.” he said with a grin causing Roberto to smirk and shake his head.

Meryl hopped out of the vehicle as the three guys followed Sam into the main house, “So, what do you think?”

You dodged under the vehicle. “I don’t know, Meryl is it?”

You couldn’t see it but her eyes brightened at finally being called by her name. “Yeah, and they call you Scrappy?”

You reached for some tools, and loosened some bolts. “Oh yeah, these brakes are stripped, and actually the name’s (First name) (Last Name). The old man found me not long ago, and gave me the nickname since I haven’t died yet.” you grunted, “Luckily just the back breaks, should be an easy fix. You want me to look at the engine too?”

Meryl’s eyes widened, “OH GOSH PLEASE DO! I just remembered that I forgot to charge it!”

You lightly smiled, at least this wasn’t far off from what you recalled of the anime. “We don’t have a plant here, but I can steal Sam’s charge from his vehicle. Run inside and get some food while you can.” you told her, as you got to work on replacing the breaks. You heard her walk off and you sighed in relief. It was a good hour before you managed to attach the new ones. Hooking up the jumpers between Sam’s and theirs you easily charged it.

It was nightfall before you finally got finished. You yawned, wiping some grease off of your face again. The old man talked them into staying the night, as the next city was within a couple hours drive. Roberto stayed with Sam, Vash and Nicholas stayed in the extra spare room where Sam’s kid used to stay in, and Meryl stayed in your room.

Middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep. You left the room, and moved outside and climbed on top of the roof. You were concerned. Looking up, you stared at the stars, and worms floating around the sky.

You breathed in the fresh air, taking a deep breath smiling, regardless of being concerned. You knew this was No Man’s Land. You’ve seen Vash’s Wanted posters around. For some reason you never thought you’d run into the Man in question.

As much as you were thrilled to meet him, and the main crew, you were also anxious. You were wondering if trouble would follow him here. You didn’t want to think of that. But you couldn’t blame Vash, not one bit if something happened.

You refused to. The third city July was still standing.

Still, you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful the sky was. You didn’t look up when you heard a noise. But where exactly in the timeline you were…

“Couldn’t sleep?” You felt your breath hitch, you glanced up, your eyes locking onto green-blue eyes, full of trust. Your heart skipped a beat, causing you to look away as you felt your face warm. There was nothing preparing you for how handsome he was.

You smiled softly looking back up at the sky. “You could say that, how about you?”

“The gorgeous woman that saved me earlier is being melancholy on the roof in the middle of the night!” that threw you off for a moment causing your eyes to widen, Vash seemed to grin in response knowing he caught you off guard. “What’s on your mind?”

“Gorgeous? Too generous.” You visibly winced for some reason.

Vash frowned, kneeling down sitting beside you. “Not generous enough. Will you please tell me?” he asked softly.

You hummed, “I think I have intruded on Sam’s hospitality too long.” you glanced back up as Vash glanced back at you. “I should leave…but…I’m scared to be on my own. Partially why I’ve stayed this long…”

Vash lifted his hand and held it against his chin in thought. “Oh? I assumed you were his daughter or something.”

You shook your head, “Nah, Sam found me about five months ago. All I had was a few pieces of jewelry, which I sold for a gun and Canteen but…couldn’t bring myself to leave at the time.”

Vash’s eyes widened in realization. “Ooooh, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” you knew he was mentally preparing himself to hear that he was behind how you were homeless, without family.

“I…it’s complicated. I’m not even sure I can properly explain it.” you shook your head with a chuckle. “Honestly if feels as if I’m within a dream…”

Vash smiled, “You know…” he trailed off, an explosion sounded, causing the both of you to jump up, “WHAT WAS THAT?!”

“SHIT!” you glanced over the roof spotting bright lights.

“Bad Lads!” both you and Vash exclaimed. Vash started patting his jacket. “I left my gun in the room!”

The both of you jumped off the roof to run back into the house. You ran to your room where Meryl was startled awake. “What’s going on?!”

You grabbed your gun, and quickly loaded it. “Get your friends, get in your vehicle and get out of here. Bad Lads are here!”

Why you thought out of everything that you could stand tall against the group, telling the more experienced group to get the hell out of dodge. You shoved the gun into your holster and rushed outside where the Bad Lads surrounded the home.

#Trigun #Tristamp #Trigun stampede #Vash the Stampede #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede x reader #X reader

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