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Yunhoe : Ateez

🌙 staring. Yunho x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots.

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“You didn’t tell me there’d be people at the dorms-” you whisper as the largest member of Ateez pulls you into his bedroom and closes the door behind you.

“It’s just Mingi- and as you saw, he had headphones on- he’s not gonna interrupt us,” Yunho assures you.

“Really? You’re sure of that?” You raise an eye brow at him. “So when he gets a cam room notification, and opens it to see us fucking- Mingi’s going to just … go back to gaming?”

Yunho grins. “I didn’t think of that,” he admits. “But I guess that’s why there’s a lock on my door.”

You shake your head at him- laughing at the situation. “You idols and your relaxed morals around threesomes-”

“I mean, if it’s gonna be with anyone, might as well be Mingi- and hey! I told you, the door’s locked.” Yunho’s eyes drag up and down your figure. “I will admit- your last cam show with those two members of Seventeen was pretty hot, but I want you all to myself now.”

“You do, do you?”

You find yourself grinning as the idol approaches you, hands grabbing your waist to tug you to his chest.

“Uh huh.” His gaze shifts to your lips then back up to your eyes. “We’ve known each other a while- not just us, but you and all of Ateez. I remember the first time Seonghwa and Hongjoong told me you’d sent them a link to your cam show- Hongjoong had been certain he’d be the first of us to get a shot at you. But then you went on cam girl hiatus, and we worked with you on Legendary Kingdom and- I don’t know… I guess I had to have you… but that cam room you did last week definitely pushed me to make a move.”

“Wow Yunho, I didn’t know I’d been on your mind for so long,” you breathe, seeing him in a new light.

“Don’t be humble, gorgeous,” Yunho laughs, gently grabbing your jaw and swiping his thumb across your lower lip, “Everyone knows our little cam baby is a heart breaker.”

“Planning on getting your heart broken, are you?”

He grins, then his thumb moves down so he can grip your neck, causing you to gasp. Yunho leans in, lips brushing by your ear, when he says, “I think I plan on breaking you. But only in ways you’ll love, I promise.”

You groan at how turned on you already are- nodding in his grasp.

Yunho kisses you a moment later, releasing your neck in favour of grabbing your hips, tugging until your body is flush to his own. His tongue invades your mouth, gliding past yours and making you moan louder-

His hands slip down to your ass, and Yunho lifts you off the ground, forcing your legs around his waist. Instead of taking you to the bed, he presses you against the wall, pinning you right where he wants you while his lips move to your neck.

It feels so good to be manhandled like this- your breath knocked out of you, body easily tossed around like a ragdoll-

It feels like giving up control, and if there’s one thing you’ve needed today, it’s to let someone else be in charge.

Yunho’s given you good vibes for as long as you’ve known him, and it feels amazing to be here with him-

With you pinned between his large form and the wall, your legs wrapped securely around his waist, Yunho is able to carry you with one hand, the other goes for your tshirt.

“Off,” Yunho says against your throat, pulling away just long enough to help you tear the fabric from your form and throw it across the room.

“Yunho-” you laugh, enjoying his energy, but remembering the task at hand; “I should start a cam room-”

“Right-” his lips are on your throat again, and he doesn’t seem too intent to stop, but he allows you to manuver yourself to pull your phone from your back pocket. You adjust your grip on Yunho’s broad shoulders, a little wobbly while you begin to look for the right app.

“Yunho-” you groan, laughing again when he rolls his hips, pressing the front of his jeans against your core.

“Is the cam room open?”

“Yeah, in one sec-” you hear Yunho’s own cell ding, signifying a notification for your cam show.

“Phone?” Yunho asks, pulling away from your neck and holding out a hand expectantly.

You don’t even think twice, placing the device in his large palm. He tosses it over his shoulder and it lands on the bed.

“They can wait,” he tells you, lips returning to your own and cutting off any bratty response you’d had bubbling inside of you.

Yunho ruts his hups again, and you moan loudly at the feeling- your panties are already sticking to your core, and if Yunho doesn’t continue stripping you soon, you might just cry-

In fact, if his own shirt doesn’t come off soon you’ll probably cry-

All it takes is balling your hands in the fabric for Yunho to pull away from you and tear it off, revealing his strong torso to your greedy fingers. You immediately begin to trace the muscular lines of his shoulders, and Yunho groans when he kisses you, pressing you tighter against the wall-

“Yunho-” you moan, already used to the feeling of his name on your lips-

“Call me sir, or daddy-” he responds, mouth returning to your neck while you tangle your hands in his dark hair.

“Fuck, never saw you as the kind of guy with a sir kink-” you admit, swallowing thickly.

Although you’ve often had a preference for ‘daddy,’ you’d learned the hard way to only bestow it upon men that you truly want to baby you, and as much as you like Yunho, you’d like to be fucked by him, not treated like his little princess.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Yunho tells you. “How my tongue feels, how big my cock is, how well it’s going to stretch out that tight fucking pussy of yours-”

“Sir-” you groan, panties getting wetter by the second.

“I guess we can start now,” Yunho concedes, pulling you away from the wall to toss you onto his bed next to your phone. “Do you need to check who’s in the room so far?”

“Okay-” you nod, “yeah-”

When you pick up your phone, the camera naturally swings to reveal who you’re with, and you get to watch the chat explode.

Unlike during your last show, nct isn’t at a concert, so the room is full of Seventeen and nct members.

HeyChannie: first you cheat on us with svt and now ateez-

Tigerprince: I thought I was next > : (

KingArthurMin: yeah

KingArthurMin: I thought Hoshi was next

Hannie: kkkkkkkkkkk

Thegentleman: my money was on cheol actually

Gi: O.O uh

Joongie: i thought yunho was at home with you gi

Gi: he is….

Darkhwa: 👀

“Mingi’s in the chat,” you tell Yunho, lifting your hips to allow him to pull your pants off.

“Tell him we say hi,” Yunho responds, tongue swiping out to wet his lower lip as he looks down at you. “And give me the phone.”

You relinquish the device for the second time, blinking up at Yunho as he uses he camera to take a full body shot of you.

“Nice set, baby- do you always wear nice sets when you know you’re going to get fucked?”

“Yes, sir,” you nod, trying to hide a smile that threatens to work its way onto your face. You’re enjoying the shift in his tone, the dominant way he’s addressing you.

“Are you going to take your bra off for us? I think I can speak for everyone when I say I’ve been missing your pretty tits all week.”

The way Yunho’s eyes scan your phone make you think he’s reading the chat, and the sound of donation coins indicates that he is most definitely speaking for everyone.

“Damn baby, these guys drop big money just for you to take your bra off,” Yunho says, gaze lifting to watch you. “You’ll be good and remove it, yeah?”

“Of course, sir, if it’s what you and the chat want-” You arch your back, slipping your hands under yourself to undo the clasp.

You take your time with the straps, looking up at Yunho and the camera in an almost bashful manner as you slowly reveal your upper half.

“There you are,” Yunho breathes, reaching a large hand down to cup your breast.

“Am I pretty enough for you today?” you tease, but your words make Yunho’s eyes lift from your breasts to look at you.

“Always,” he assures you quickly. He holds your gaze for a second or two before it returns to your tits, and his thumb brushes by your nipple, making you groan and writhe against the sheets.

“Sir-”

“Yes, baby?” Yunho asks. “Gonna beg for it already?”

“Uh huh, I’m so wet-” You feel your skin flush as Yunho brings the camera down to your panty clad core, and you have no doubt that there’s an arousal spot showing through the thin material.

“You are,” he agrees, free hand reaching down so he can press his thumb to your clit, massaging the wet fabric against your entrance. A small groan escapes you, and Yunho smiles. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes, sir-” you can hardly take your eyes off his muscular torso, and you’re already imagining how big his cock must be- how big it’s going to feel inside of you-

“Can I take these off of you, baby?” Yunho asks, fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please, sir-”

He tears the fabric down your legs, and you’re left completely bare.

“I know I said I wanted to see those pretty tits of yours, but I’ve been thinking about your pussy for a while too, baby. It’s even prettier than your tits.”

His words make a rush of embarrassment flood through you, and you go to close your legs, only to have them forced open.

“Take the compliment,” he tells you, and you laugh a little at the way in which Yunho does praise.

You’re still not fully used to him, but something tells you that by the end of the night, you will be.

“Thank you, sir-” you say, “I’m glad you like my pretty pussy- it’s ready just for you.”

Yunho’s eyes lift from your core and he cocks a brow at you, grinning. “Yeah? What do you want me to do first, baby?”

“You could-” you swallow thickly, skin tingling from the way he’s making you be verbal for him. “You could kiss it a little, I guess-”

Yunho lets out a small laugh, and a moment later, he’s gently smacking the inside of your thigh. The contact is enough to make you yelp, a small sting jittering up leg and going straight to your core. Your pussy is practicly throbbing with interest, and your heart is speeding in your rib cage.

“When did you get so shy?” Yunho teases you. “I guess you’re too used to guys begging to eat you out huh? Haven’t had to ask for it in a while, have you, pretty girl?”

“No-” you admit, mind going back to Mingyu, who had literally dragged your pussy to his mouth, “I haven’t had to ask in a while.”

Another smack to the inside of your thigh has you letting out a high pitched squeal, reaching down to push at Yunho and his broad shoulders.

“That’s for not calling me sir,” he tells you, pointing your phone up at your face to capture your shocked expression.

Yunho’s grinning now, and you realize he’s the kind of guy who’s not truly aware of his own strength- your thigh is stinging slightly from the contact, but you can tell he’d meant it in a more playful way.

“Sorry sir,” you apologize quickly. “I guess- seeing as I havent had to do it in a while, do you want me to beg for your tongue?”

Yunho’s eyes darken, and he nods behind the camera.

The sound of coins is on low volume today, but cam room donations spur you on as you begin to speak. “Please- sir, I’m already so needy- didn’t expect to have my inner thighs slapped and it felt so good- I need something- I want your cock later, but I know you’re gonna be so big- gonna stretch me out so well- I need your tongue first, please, sir-”

The idol between your legs looks hungrier and hungrier as you beg for him, and finally he snaps. Yunho tosses your phone onto the bed next to you, grabbing your hips to pull you to his mouth. His hands slip to the backs of your thighs, and he presses your legs up closer to your chest, curling your body in half and making it easier for the tongue that slips into your wet hole-

A moan escapes you as you reach down to thread your fingers in Yunho’s dark curls. You don’t even care that the camroom is left to stare at the ceiling again- the sounds that are tumbling out of you already are enough to let the men watching know that you’re being perfectly eaten out.

“Fuck- sir-” you throw your head back, eyes closing as Yunho sucks his lips around your clit.

Every idol you fuck has their own pace, their own intensity when they’re eating your pussy- every single man that’s gone for your pussy like this has known what they’re doing, each in their own way.

Yunho’s good with his tongue, and he’s definitely not shy about using it. You can feel his tasting your walls, groaning against your core and rubbing his nose to your clit-

Then there’s the way he applies pressure to the back of your thighs, keeping you pretzeled and at his mercy-

You can’t find it in yourself to verbalize praise for Yunho, and something tells you he prefers your moans and whines anyways. The pitchier you are, the harder he goes on you-

It must be obvious that you’re close to cumming, because Yunho’s mouth goes to your clit again and he lets go of one of your legs, a finger sliding into your entrance-

You adjust your thigh over Yunho’s shoulder and he adds a second digit, stretching you out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot-

“Shit- sir- I’m gonna-” you can’t even finish your sentence, inhaling a sharp breath as your first orgasm is torn out of you with shocking precision.

You buck your hips towards his face, clit throbbing at the way he continues to suck on it- but the hand on your lower abdomen pins you to the bed, forcing you back down.

A strangled moan slips out of you and you grab the bedsheets, one last attempt to ground yourself while Yunho’s tongue and fingers guide you to cloud nine.

“So good-” you whimper, on the verge of tears already, “so so good, sir- oh my god-”

You can feel him smile against your pussy, and a moment later he’s letting up on your clit, fingers pumping into you slowly while he looks up at you. “Almost ready for me to fuck you, baby?”

“Uh huh-” you swallow thickly, “yes, please, sir.”

“How are your legs feeling?” Yunho asks, turning his head to press a kiss against your inner thigh.

“Good… why?”

“Cuz you’re gonna be riding me.”

“I am?” You blink at him, watching him pull away from between your legs to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Of course,” Yunho grins, taking out a small light ring and tripod that every idol you fuck just seems to have on hand- “it’s another thing you inspired me with during your last show.”

Your leg muscles are burning just thinking about it.

“I thought you said you were going to break me- how can you break me if I’m on top?”

“You’re cute, baby,” Yunho shakes his head at you while setting your phone in place. “When you get close, I’ll flip you onto your back and take over- Mingyu did the best he could under you while you sucked his friend off- but… I think I could do better- since it’s just the two of us.”

The man who you’d once thought of as the boy next door type comes to join you on the bed, sitting propped up against the headboard.

You take a moment to appreciate his physique before getting onto your knees and crawling towards him, reaching out a hand to help him with his belt and pants.

“You gonna be good and suck me off too, baby?” Yunho cocks a brow at you.

“Yes, sir,” you nod, licking your lips, “something tells me you’re really big- and I’m not usually a fan of lube so-”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” Yunho tilts his head to the side while assessing you, “you’re usually wet enough, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“Usually wet enough for guys with normal dicks, but like I said, sir,” you trail your finger over the bulge in his denim pants, “I suspect you’re big.”

“Open your present and find out,” he shrugs, almost nonchalantly, and it only makes you even more eager to get your mouth around his cock.

You’re aware of the way your phone is set up, at the foot of the bed, and you can imagine that the camroom has a great view of your ass and pussy as you lean over Yunho’s crotch. You arch your back, shaking your bum just enough to tease anyone watching.

Yunho lets out a small laugh at your behaviour, lifting his hips to allow you to pull his pants and briefs down in one rough tug. His hard cock slaps up against his lower abdomen- it’s as big and pretty as the rest of him.

“Fuck, I’m not going to be able to fit this anywhere, sir, least of all my mouth-” you tell him, wrapping your hand around the base of his length.

“You’ll do alright,” he assures you, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face. “Don’t have to suck it for long- besides, I can already see you drooling, baby.”

You are- it would be hard not to salivate at the sight of Yunho’s dick-

“Come on, my pretty little cock whore cam baby,” the idol encourages you, “it’s not gonna suck itself.”

With a small shake of your head, you lick a stripe from base to tip, and Yunho shivers beneath you as your tongue glides over the head of his cock. He’s sensitive there, and you don’t mind focusing your attention on his pretty mushroom tip- for a short while at least.

Yunho lets out a groan, large hand gently applying pressure to the back of your head, urging you to take more of him-

No matter how many dicks you suck in your life, you don’t think you’ll ever truly be used to having your mouth full in this way-

But you do your best, closing your eyes and breathing through your nose while you work Yunho over with your tongue.

“You are good at this-” Yunho tells you, voice breathy, “I don’t know why I thought the other guys might be exaggerating- but they’re really not.”

This makes you even more eager to show Yunho all you can do with your mouth, and you suck on him even harder, hollowing out your cheeks-

Yunho gasps, grip tightening in your hair, pulling you off of him. “That’s enough of that,” he tells you, assessing your puffy lips and the trail of saliva still connecting you to his cock. “Gonna ride me now, right, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, “yes, sir, gonna ride you so well-”

You go to latch onto his shoulders and Yunho’s hands find your hips, lifting you into position- he allows you to be the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his cock and adjusting it so you can slowly sink down-

“Fuck- sir, you’re so big-” you whimper, bouncing a little so you can take him easier.

“Told you I was going to stretch out this tight little pussy, didn’t I, baby?” Yunho’s head is dipped, his gaze focused on the way you’re still trying to sit completely on his cock-

One of his hands reaches up to grasp your breast, massaging you and tweaking your nipple with his thumb.

“Come on, baby, you can take it-” he encourages you, biting his lip between his teeth while his eyes scan your body. “You’re our little cam baby, right?”

“Yes-”

“So that means you can take anything,” Yunho says, leaning in so his breath can fan across your chest. “Take it, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “take my cock.”

“I’m trying- you’re so-” you groan in frustration, bobbing on his cock to take the last two inches- “fuck- so deep- sir-” you dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Just wait till I start fucking you, baby, that’s gonna be deep.” His hand slides down from your hip to grab at your ass. “Come on, ride it.”

You adjust your anchor on his shoulders, thighs already shaking as you lift your body only to sink back down on his cock. The gentle sound of skin slapping skin is something you do your best to focus on as you find a slow rhythm.

You’re nearly lost in the feeling of Yunho, of being split open on him with each movement-

But it feels so good- has anything ever felt this good?

Then the man beneath you is leaning in, wrapping his lips around your nipple- your hands go to his hair, threading through the dark locks as more moans slip out of you.

As you bounce up and down on him, rhythm increasing with help from the two large hands on your hips, you almost forget that you’re doing a cam show.

Your phone is so far away- and you’re too cock drunk to think much about donations or the chat room- but you do your best to be as vocal as possible, knowing that moans will make up for the fact that Yunho obviously could care less about good visual shots.

The idol’s teeth drag over your nipple, and then he’s pulling away from your chest to look up at you, cheeks a pretty pinkish colour. “You’re perfect,” Yunho tells you, voice low enough that the camera won’t hear him.

“Thank you, sir-”

“Enough with sir,” he cuts you off, planting one hand on the bed so he can roll his hips up to meet yours, “it’s Yunho now, call me Yunho, I want everyone to know who’s fucking you like this.”

“Fuck, Yunho-” you whine loudly, tugging gently on his curls to pull his lips to yours.

It’s an eager kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth- your nails drag by his strong shoulders, and he stifles your moans of pleasure as he continues to fuck up into you.

“You close?” he asks, gently biting at your lower lip.

“Uh huh-”

“Your thighs are shaking, baby- should I take over?”

“Please-”

Yunho’s abdominal muscles tense as he sits up fully, and two hands brace under your ass- in a quick motion, you’re thrown onto your back at the foot of the bed, head nearly lolling off the side of the mattress-

“There we go,” Yunho says as he slots between your thighs in missionary position, his mouth coming close to your ear when he whispers, “now all your other boy toys can watch you get properly fucked.”

The camera is in the perfect spot, and when Yunho’s large hand wraps around your throat, he forces you to hang your head off the side of the bed, your back arching-

Your camroom will have a great view of you and your tits bouncing as Yunho takes lead, thrusting into you at an angle that has his cock practically rearanging your insides-

“Fuck- Yunho-” you gasp, hardly able to speak with the pressure still on your throat from his hand, “so deep-”

“Your close, right, baby?” He gently bites at your earlobe. “Why don’t you rub that pretty clit for me and cum?”

“What about you?” you ask, hand already slipping between your bodies to seak out your sensitive nub.

“I’m not done with you just yet-” Yunho chuckles, releasing your throat in favour of pressing kisses along your neck. “Just trust me- and be a good little cam baby who cums all over big dick.”

“I can do that-” you nod, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your tight hole-

“Squeezing me so good, baby,” Yunho groans against your throat, fucking into you even harder.

“Don’t stop-” you whine, hands smoothing over his strong shoulders, nails teasing skin.

“I’ve got you,” Yunho promises, pace unfaltering.

“Fuck, Yunho-” each slap of his hips against yours has you closer and closer-

“That’s it, come on-” he cups your face, thumb gliding past your lips-

It’s the perfect thing to suck on, the perfect thing to be the cherry on top that throws you over the edge.

You gasp around his digit, pussy clamping down on his cock while your own fingers rub at your clit, sending jitters of electric pleasure energy coursing through your entire body.

“There you go-” Yunho groans in your ear, fucking you through your orgasm.

He’s so big, pinning you down to the bed as easily as ever-

All you can do is claw at his back and wrap your legs tighter around his waist while he helps you ride it out-

You wish he was cumming with you, your body already tired from two orgasms, but you suppose a guy with a big dick like Yunho might need a little longer to get there-

The sounds he’s making in your ear tell you he’s close too, and you find yourself threading your fingers through his hair again. “Yunho-” you moan, “want you to cum too-”

“You done baby?”

“Yes- but I want you to cum-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Yunho’s pulling out of you and manhandling you again. This time, you find yourself on all fours, ass up-

You think he’s going to fuck you doggy, but then he pulls you onto your knees, pinning you to his chest with an arm like a safety bar across your front, large hand cupping your breast.

“Here-” Yunho fumbles with something in the back pocket of the jeans that are still haphazardly pushed down his legs. He hands you his phone. “Open your camroom and read some comments.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he insists, kissing your neck and gently nipping at your skin. His thrusts, however, are anything but gentle, as he begins rutting into you from behind. “Read.”

Joongie: this guy is crazy

Darkhwa: you say that as if it’s not OUR yunho

Joongie: that’s not our yunho

Gi: yeah he’s sir

Mountain: you’ve called him that a lot, huh gi?

Wooyoungthug: kkkkkkkkkkk

Gi: shut up san

Wooyoungthug: nice comeback

“It’s-” you begin to try to talk, but cut yourself off with a moan- Yunho feels so good like this- “it’s mostly your own members-”

“Yeah?” Yunho’s breath fans over the nape of your neck, and you feel him over your shoulder.

“San, Wooyoung and Gi are fighting-”

“Of course they are,” the man behind you sighs.

“Now Gi’s asking to come join-”

Yunho’s response is a quick “No,” and he tightens his grip on you. He brings his lips to your ear again, speaking low so only you can hear; “What about your beloved Seventeen and NCT? They’re not in the room?”

“They are-” you swallow thickly, scanning the comments.

Doie has donated $300

Tigerprince has donated $100

Doie: come on hoshi. Pay up

PuppyBoyWoo: yeah hoshi pay up

PuppyBoyWoo has donated $300

Tigerprince: settle down PUPPY

Tigerprince: rawr

Tigerprince has donated $200

“They’re bickering- as usual,” you say.

“No steady dom in the room to tell them to behave?” Yunho grins against your throat, one hand moving so his fingers can rub your clit-

“Fuck- Doie-” your breath catches, “Doyoung’s trying to keep things in line-”

“He’s not the dom I was thinking of,” the man behind you scoffs. He’s quiet when he speaks, another line meant for your ears only; “Joong and Hwa said you have a thing for Johnny keeping the peace- isn’t your favourite dom in chat?”

“I-” your heart flutters as you realize NiceGuyJohnny isn’t a name you’ve seen so far-

NiceGuyJohnny has donated $1000

“He’s in the room,” you confirm, shocked when something like relief floods over you.

“And you just love that, don’t you, baby?” Yunho whispers in your ear, chuckling. “Your pussy’s squeezing me so good now- tell me, is it from my fingers on your clit?” he rubs you harder, “or from John.”

“It’s from you-” you tell him, closing your eyes and leaning back against his shoulder. “Please- Yunho- I just wanna cum-”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh- so badly,” you whimper.

“Fine.” The arm that’s been braced across your chest is suddenly gone, and Yunho pushes you down into doggy again, his phone discarded on the mattress next to your hand. “I guess if you beg for it- we can cum.”

“Oh my god, yes!” you moan at the new position, his cock sliding into you incredibly deep- “please, please, please-”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Yunho’s fingers dig into your hips as he fucks you stupid.

“Please make me cum, please-” you’re so close- reaching a hand between your thighs to rub your clit- “Cum with me- want it so bad-”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, “almost there, baby, almost there.”

You’re not sure how Yunho has the energy to do it, but he picks up his pace, and you claw at the sheets with one hand, your sounds getting even louder as you hold off your orgasm for the perfect moment-

“That’s it- feels so fucking good, baby-” his thrusts falter momentarily- “cum with me- fuck, cum with me, princess-”

You’re his perfect little cam baby cock whore princess, and you do exactly as he said, exploding for the third time since arriving in Yunho’s room.

It’s all consuming, the type of orgasm that makes you burry your head in the sheets and want to scream, your toes curling as sensitivity courses through you-

Yunho’s groaning behind you, rutting deep into your core even as you’re both overwhelmed with your orgasms-

His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts-

“Fuck- Yunho-”

His pace starts to slow, and you hear him let out something between a moan and a sigh. He’s still burried in your pussy, but he lets go of you, and for a moment you both simply catch your breath.

“You okay?” Yunho asks, hands returning to smooth up and down your back, a finger tracing your spine.

“Uh huh,” you swallow thickly, still not ready to speak.

“Need a minute?”

“Uh huh.”

You both laugh a little, and you listen while Yunho takes another deep breath.

“Cam’s still on, so don’t say anything you don’t want them to hear,” he tells you.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like… you know, how much you love me and my massive dick-”

“Oh my god-” you groan, shaking your head and grinning. “I think maybe you should be careful- if you’re any more sweet to me, people will know I have you pussy whipped.”

“Pussy whipped?” Yunho laughs in shock, and he squeezes your ass cheek roughly. “You sure about that?”

“Don’t forget that before we turned the cam on, you admitted that-”

“Woah,” suddenly you’re being pulled up to your knees, back to his chest with his hand around your throat, “no need to spill any secrets, baby.”

You simply smile, voice teasing when you say “Sorry, sir.”

“Okay, I think it’s time to turn your phone off.” With one last sigh, Yunho pulls out of your core, and you whine at the loss, reaching down to cup your pussy so none of his cum can drip onto his bed.

With your other hand, you grab at your phone, pulling it out of the tripod and saying goodbye to whoever is still in the room. You’ve got bigger things to deal with now- like how to get to the Ateez dorm bathroom without running into Gi.

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So I saw that your inbox is open for hazbin requests

Could you do a Vox x Hellborn!Reader, like a succubus or something, so they can travel to the other rings but since hes a sinner he can't and say the reader is planning to attend a party in a different ring and just overall some fluffy clingy vox trying to convince reader to stay home and stay with him instead

If not that's okay !! Have a good day <3

((Ofc nonny! I had a lot of fun with this one! I've never seen any Hellborn!readers or even hellborn!OCs X Canon which honestly this was really refreshing!! Anyways, enjoy!!))

It didn’t look right. It didn’t feel nice… nothing felt nice. You pulled the bracelets off your wrist with a sigh and plucked the matching earring out as well. Another deep sigh, a huff, just hot air puffing from your chest in defeat. In the mirror you looked yourself over again, you couldn’t find anything to wear to the party your friends were having in the lust ring. As a hellborn you could move freely between all of hell, but you willingly choose to live in the pride ring.

Turning slightly you looked at your side profile, then your backside… “Ugh,” You groaned. Normally you’d be thrilled at the chance to travel to the Lust Ring. You kind of where… But you weren’t exactly keen on running into the recent drama your friends have been having.

While taking in your reflection you could see a spark in the corner of the mirror. Then a few more as they zigzagged to the floor. If lightning could produce people, Vox would always be at the source. He appeared behind you, a smile on his face and a clever yet sneaky twinkling shimmering in his eyes.

Hands slithered and snaked along your hips, stopping to rest on your waist. A soft buzz and hum of electricity crawled along your skin and into your ears as he spoke, “What’s with the long face, little star?” The pet name never ceased to fluster a blush on your cheeks, “Another fight with the friends?” That amused look on his face said he already knew the answers to his question.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see one of many spy cams peeking out from the dark. He was always watching, and Vox was waiting until he saw that little smidge of doubt or frustration for him to come and make his move, “You know you can always stay the night here~” He cooed while swaying you just that little bit closer to him.

You had to fight back a giggle or riggle from his grasp. His needy tendencies were honestly rather cute. Vox was confined to the Pride Ring, so he could never follow you lower into hell, and nor could he protect you, or even spy on you. His powers stopped with pride.

Which explained why he’d always glow and bicker and pull at the idea of you staying home, here. Safe. Where he can keep an eye on you. Where you wouldn’t be harmed.

Being a Hellborn, sure, you could hold your own. But you were far more at risk of permanently dying than Vox was. And that scared the living shit out of him. You could easily perish by a bullet from a regular old gun or a stab of a knife. Meanwhile, if such conventional means happened to Vox he’d just suffer through the pain until he healed or repaired the damage to his body.

Vox tugged at your side a little more, a hum in his voice as he continued to lay on the affectionation. One, two, maybe three minutes passed before you let out such a heavy sigh you fell back into Vox’s chest for support, “I really wanted to go to this party, though,” You turned your gaze just enough to meet his, “Verosika Mayday is supposed to be making an appearance, I really love her concerts,” You whined.

At the same time did you really want to spend all the time and money getting down a few rings just for a petty fight between your friends to ruin it all? You could take it or leave it at this point. And Vox with whatever sixth sense he had smelled the doubt and your unsureness.

Normally, that being 9 times out of 10, there was no way Vox was going to talk you out of anything. Perhaps that’s something he really loved about you, that you were just as stubborn and headstrong as him. And you wouldn’t let anyone, including Vox, stop you from doing or getting what you wanted.

But here he could already tell you were second guessing on even going to some stupid party you’d probably go to again next week. To be fair, he was getting a little sick and tired of you leaving every weekend and going places he couldn’t reach.

The charm was ramped up to the max. You were suddenly spun around, a gasp of surprise jumping from your chest. You came face to face with Vox, a low blue glow from off his screen. Then a sweet, nostalgic song started playing, the source simply being Vox himself.

“Who needs to see some singing bitch when you have one right here?” His tune was out of it and his hum was giggling but still, he began dancing you around, you in his arms and his hands holding tight, “I’ll take you to the moon~” The smile on his face only got bigger, and he drew you in close and tried to steal a kiss, “Get you higher than a balloon~”

Twisted little notes, electric melodies, Spanish guitars, and suave singing were this man's go-to. He controlled everything in this tower, and the lights dimmed and changed colors. Vox made his own little world for the two of you, hidden behind all the showmanship and effects, you could easily mistake yourself suddenly on a sandy pink beach.

“I can take you anywhere, my star, and we don’t even need to leave the penthouse,” Your heart started doing those silly flips and flops, battering around in your chest. You ate every bit of attention up. When Vox spoiled you like this, when he wanted something, good gods you could watch him all night.

That didn’t mean you didn’t try your best to put up a fight, teasingly you whined out and dipped yourself backward only for Vox to catch you, one hand in the small of your back while the other caught your leg, “But how else am I going to get my fix of fun?” You dramatically called out, sarcasm laced in your words.

“I’m the definition of fun, sweet cheeks,” He pulled you back to him, chest to chest, locked in a tango. Every step you took backwards he took a stronger one forward, legs getting tangled but never once did either of you trip. This playful dance was nothing new to you, so each step was gracefully placed.

You faked a yawn, fanning your hand, and tried to look bored despite the growing grin and flare of passion and fire in your eyes. You tease Vox a little more, falsely attempting to flee from him.

Only for Vox to snatch you closer with a grip twice as tight as before. A second of pleading flashed across his face only to be replaced by a sharp smirk. Where his hands made contact with you, sparks of snapping bolts shocked you lightly. Vox laughed out as you jumped in his arms, poured, and gave a mini glare, “You know you like it when I bite,” Vox’s face got closer to yours, the cheeky grin of his eating you away from the inside out.

“Hmph!” Another shock traveled from him to you, causing a gasp of air while his voice drew closer to your ear. It was barely above a whisper… a beg…. A plea. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck while the vibrations of his vocals greeted you.

“Please,” His voice was low. The two of you had stopped moving. And he clung onto you in a more desperate attempt… his walls fell and his true nature came out, “Please stay home tonight,” The cling of a desperate man who didn’t want to let you out of his sight, was enough to melt your heart, “I don’t want to be unable to see you,” Vox said, you understood what he meant even though he still added, “Or to protect you,”

With little effort and carefully, you pulled away just enough to get a good look at those sad puppy dog eyes of his. Your smile was half there, and half in a bantering smirk. You gave him that kiss he tried so hard to get earlier, a soft one. But long enough to hold you there stuck on his lips. When the two you broke, your smile was full there though your voice still was laced with teases, “Fine,” You said, “But I want to watch a movie,”

There were a few seconds of buffering while Vox took in your answer. A large grin took up his whole face as he let out a laugh and spun you around on the spot, “Thank you!” You didn’t normally hear those words coming from Vox, so it had a nice ring to hear him say it.

He set you down, planting kisses all over your face but not letting you out of his grasp just yet, “Go down stairs and pick something to watch,” He hummed with joy, “I’ll order us something to eat,” He added, still giving a plethora of kisses between words. You giggled and laughed and bubbled out chirps of joy as he spoiled you with affection. He was utterly perfect, and too lovely for you by every degree. You nodded your head and made sure to run off as fast as you could because now you didn’t want to spend another second away from him.

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hobie-enthusiast · 1 year

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RIGHT THERE !

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— hurt/comfort, emotional scare basically, injury and death, cursing (its the f word once)

— it wasn’t his canon event, but god it may as well have been

— i’ve been sitting on this idea teehee. also looking for reqs! send in requests please pls pls :) (directly reuploaded from my old acc @/hobieenthusiast)

The mission was simple.

Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were supposed to stop the anomaly along with that dimension’s Spider-man, then return back to base. Rules were same as always. Get in and out. Try not to cause too much damage.

And don’t interfere with a canon event.

This dimension’s Spider-man just happened to be another Hobie Brown. Difference? This one actually embraced the name Spider-punk.

“I think it’s cool. Why not?” Spider-punk said with a shrug, scanning around for the anomaly.

Hobie glances around as well underneath the mask. “Just don’t believe in consistency. Or labels.”

“Focus.”

The group manages to find the anomaly, but of course it would put up a fight. A city level destruction type fight. Now the Spider-people had to take the anomaly down while also saving everyone.

“Split up.” Gwen spoke, pointing downward by a bridge. “Hobie and I will take the anomaly down. Spider-punk and Pavitr, go help people evacuate.

Everyone nodded as they split, Hobie and Gwen heading towards the end of the bridge to take the anomaly down. Pavitr and Spider-punk ushered people off the bridge, quickly and effectively swinging to save any stragglers.

That’s when Spider-punk’s eyes caught sight of someone. Someone so familiar to him.

You. Stuck on the ledge of the bridge covered in stray metal and bricks. Your path was blocked.

He wasted no time swinging towards you, yelling to Pavitr what he was doing. Pavitr’s eyes widen as the Spider swung that way, but never making it. The anomaly fell back and hit him into a bus.

The anomaly stumbled backwards before falling down off the ledge, not before grasping at some held up wires and metal. All of that cam crashing down, right onto the ledge after he fell.

Right onto you.

That world’s Hobie yelled out before getting back up, getting to the debris as fast as possible. He pushed everything off of you as quickly as possible, dragging your tired and hurt body from the rubble.

“[Name], no no, ‘ey, I’m ‘ere.” He whispered, desperately taking his mask off to look down at you.

“Oh Hobie..”

Gwen and Hobie-138 swung down to the scene. Gwen’s expression turned somber at the scene, knowing exactly what was happening.

Hobie however, he just, stared. It was almost like looking at a future prediction for him.

No. It can’t be.

“Hobie..” You whisper, raising a hand to his face as you weakly cough. “I’m not.. gonna..”

Hobie shook his head, grasping your hand. “Aye, you will. Don’t say nonsense, alright?”

Except it wasn’t nonsense. The three outsiders knew the outcome of this, and they couldn’t do anything besides.. well walk away. Pavitr and Gwen kept their heads down as they snuck from the scene, getting ready to open a portal.

Hobie didn’t move a muscle.

“Hobie?” Pavitr whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. But nothing.

He could only stare at his counterpart began crying over you, watching as the injuries only make your body weaker and weaker.

“Do me a favour, yeah?” You call out weakly, taking a shaky breath. You didn’t have much time. “Keep saving the world. From enemies, fascists, all the evil plaguing the innocent. I know.. you can do it.”

The poor Hobie shook his head, not even trying to stop the crying. “I need ya, [Name]. Stay with me.”

“I can’t.” You respond, another cough escaping your lips. You offer your best smile, gently closing your eyes. “Keep rocking the world, my wonderful Spider-punk.”

And with that, you took your final breath.

Outsider Hobie stared as his counterpart cried out, clutching your now deceased body. His expression was.. a multitude of things. Sadness, anger, shock, nervousness.

Was this.. no. It can’t be.

“Hobie please.” Pavitr said, pulling him in his direction. “Let’s let him grieve.”

Hobie mindlessly followed his teammates into the portal, back into headquarters. Miguel was awaiting them as Gwen gave her description of how their mission went.

Hobie finally took his mask off, wiping the lone tear that managed to escape his eye. That.. wasn’t you. No, it wasn’t his [Name]. You were still with him.

“Hobie..?”

He turned to see Gwen and Pavitr with concerned expressions. Gwen was first to speak. “Are you okay..? I know that was..”

“‘m alright.” He responded quickly, shaking his head. “Wasn’t my [Name], yeah? So ‘m fine.”

He didn’t keep the conversation going any longer. Hobie quickly opened a portal back home, walking through it before any protests could be heard.

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You finally finish cleaning up your room, putting the last shirt you needed to hang on the rack. As you move your laundry basket back to its place, you hear your window open and close quickly.

Of course you knew who it was.

“Hobie?” You call out, emerging from the small closet. “Hey! How was the mission?”

He was wordless as he saw you, standing there, alive. But he needed more. Hobie continued his silence as he moved forward, pulling you tightly into a hug.

Your eyes widen as you wrap your arms around him. “My my, I missed you too.” You spoke with a small laugh.

The hug lasted for a solid two minutes. Hobie just simply relished in how warm and inviting you were. How wonderful you smelled, always like home. How you didn’t question his sudden need for touch, just embraced it.

When he finally did pull away, you smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “Everything alright?”

Hobie lets out a small smile, holding your hand and kissing you palm. “It is now.” He said in response.

No matter if what he saw was his canon event or not, he’ll be damned if he let it happen to you. His [Name]. Fuck Miguel’s rules.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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detective!eren getting a call from his subordinates that they have a suspect in custody, name dropping him to get out of being arrested. When he arrives, he’s shocked to see that the perp in question is none other than private investigator!(y/n), who’s being detained for sneaking into an prohibited area without a warrant or jurisdiction. He’s pissed but truly not surprised. It’s not the first time you’ve overstepped your bounds on your relentless crusade to justice and finding the truth. And if he were being honest, you had your work cut out for you when it came to getting clues but you did it effortlessly each time. But never had you gotten yourself in this type of hot water. Against his better judgment, he takes you off his hands. “I’ll take her, thanks guys.” Giving you his signature scowl before grasping your arm and hauling you off to his undercover service car; a grey Dodge Challenger with dark tinted windows. Lights and bars surrounding the exterior. But he had seemingly forgotten one minor detail: his incompetent officers FORGOT to put you in cuffs. Something he learns too late when he puts you in the backseat and as he’s driving along, lecturing you…(y/n) decides to have a little fun.

“You could’ve gotten yourself hurt, (y/n). That’s a gang hideout. What the hell were you thinking?” Obviously more disappointed and upset than he was angry. But you weren’t listening to a word. Rather, you were right back up to your devious antics. Giving him a pout and fluttering those big fluffy lashes. “I’m sorryyyy, muffin. But this is really important, I had to..” obviously, he’s not interested in apologies. He just wants you to be careful. To be more vigilant and safe. “Yeah, whatever. This time, it was a call about you getting arrested. I don’t wanna get one saying you’ve been hurt or worse. Got it?” Chastising you like a child..but you’re not listening. “Yes..I hear you.” Hell, you’re doing the exact opposite. He could see you shuffling around in the backseat, chewing profusely at your lower lip. Stealing occasional glances out of the rear view mirror at you. “Hey, what are you doing back there? Sit down.” “I’m not doing anything.” That stern voice ringing out, and only making you want to misbehave more. You didn’t utter a word, but rather..began feeling yourself up in the backseat. It wasn’t lost in him that you were unusually quiet. Or your choice in attire for the day. A skimpy two piece and a pair of sneakers. Not efficient for investigative work at all but it was your style and you weren’t changing for anyone. A few more minutes would past before traffic came to a halt and he glanced back up again to see your tube top ruffled around your stomach, panties shuffled to your ankles and those legs spread wide. “(Y/N)! What the fuck are you doing?! Knock it off..” but he knew better than to trust that. Deviance was your speciality and you were about to make his job..and dick much harder! “Why? You’re the one looking at me, pervert.” Taunting as you began massaging your nipples, along with rubbing that swollen clit. Fingertips spreading that pink and brown flesh open..even making smacking noises on instinct. “You’re going to pay for this shit, I swear.” And you’re hoping he makes good on that promise. Having been craving and missing him for days but your busy schedules didn’t permit it sometimes.

continuing to play with yourself in the backseat; moaning and rubbing your pussy for his viewing pleasure. Slipping a finger inside of that tightness..stretching it out as he was forced to listen and watch the little spectacle from behind the wheel. Those sweet little cries ringing out of earshot, along with pleas for him to pull over and take you right here. “Fuck…’feels so good..but I bet you’ll feel better.” Meanwhile, his cock wouldn’t stop pulsating and twitching from the confines of his slacks. “I should charge your ass with indecent exposure, (y/n). You’re pushing it..” but at that point, you could care less. So as long as he came back there and handled you. “I thought I was going to pay for it. Or are you all talk, pretty boy detective? A real man would’ve put me in my place now.” Mouthing off whilst still riding those digits, buried knuckle deep in that squelching core. Cream and juices leaking everywhere, including the leather seats. Shoving another set of fingers between your own jaws, you’d drum up a string of spit and lubricate those already soaking folds until you worked yourself into an orgasm..drenching his seat in squirt and then laughing as if it were all a big joke. He was heated!..but far more horny than anything. So it came as no surprise when he finally got a break and took a backroad to an abandoned alleyway, where he could do as he pleased. Including finally restraining you and having his way!

shuffling to the backseat to place you on all fours where he unfasten his pants and shoved your head into his lap. Sloppily fucking your mouth while letting his fingers slip into that spasming cunt. So needy and wet for him.. “..you’re such a little slut, you know that? Always getting me in fucking trouble.” Of course. That’s why you love me.” Both of you breaking into laughter before his were interrupted by heavy grunts. All due in part to you massaging his balls, and suckling his tip. But you wouldn’t get the upper hand on him as he slapped your ass and forced you on top of him, bound wrists and all. And you’d have to work for a nut if you wanted it! Letting you ride him as he sat back and let you put all that energy you had to good use. It wasn’t long before you were creaming all down his shaft..and your legs began to get tired in this position! However, he was going to make you pay for all your distractions and foolishness in some form or fashion. Why bother with all that red tape and paperwork when he could just stretch that pretty pussy instead? From heavy backshots, forcing you to clutch the door handle.. “Shit, you’re so tight. Has it really been that long, baby?” “Yes, can’t you tell I missed you?” To breeding you in a makeshift missionary that made him bury his face into your neck. “I—I need a break…you win.” whimpering as you pressed a hand to his chest, practically breathless. But he’d only stare with a smug grin and slap your backside once again. “It’s this or a holding cell, sweetheart. Your choice.”

and it was obvious which one you wanted! Pulling him back down into a kiss..

“Like you could ever get away from me that easily.”

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sunnyfucks · 2 years

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⌕... ❀⚕︎ AUDIO-ONLY SEX TAPES ー kim sunoo.

AUDIO 1 : “stop? who says?” sub to dom!sunoo x fem!listener.

cw : slight somnophilia (ksn!receiving), kissing & wet sounds, raw sex, loud moans so please do not watch without earphones.

↝ it has been a week since sunoo opened up about his new found kink, somnophilia.. but you’ve never tried it both as he became so busy at work and so are you. so when he called you one night, asking you to wake him up once you’re home cause he’d sleep while waiting for you, you clocked out as fast as you can. when you reached home, despite being so tired, you ended up pulling a sleeping sunoo’s shorts and gave him head. his shaky moans as you wakes him up using your mouth sent shiver down your spine, but little did you know.. it was enough for sunoo to finally dominate you in bed. what happened next? he has you begging to stop and well... he doesn’t.

【 listen here ! 】

AUDIO 2 : “i know you like this, you can’t lie to me. now, shut up” enha member desperate dom!sunoo x enha member fem!listener.

cw : desperate sunoo, he doesn’t care anymore, whispering, kissing & wet sounds, raw sex, moans moans moans so please do not watch without earphones.

↝ being in a relationship with sunoo while everyone in the group have no idea is one of the most hardest challenges you’ve ever felt and/or done in your life. you’re pretty sure that if it wasn’t for sunoo’s reserved personality and him being so good with secrets, you know your relationship’s long revealed.. so why is it that late at night, when everyone is asleep, sunoo can’t seem to keep his hand to himself when he knows he’s being so risky? heck, its your so so fun shoot and all the cam’s are rolling.. the members are also beside your fushion so why isn’t he stopping?!

【 listen here ! 】

AUDIO 3 : “answer me, who do you belong to?” yandere!sunoo x fem!listener.

cw : yandere!sunoo threaten!ng reader, obsess!on, mentions of k!llings, implied cheating (reader), raw sex, kissing & wet sounds, watch at your own risk, moans moans moans please do not watch without earphones!

↝ you love sunoo with all your heart, and he feels the same way. you always felt your relationship with him would never have its ugly side, but that is when sunoo wasn’t controlling you yet. that was when you can still talk to your guy friends without sunoo burning a hole on them using his fox-like eyes. that was all when sunoo wasn’t obsessed yet. you slowly tried getting out of his grasp and thanks to your work, you found a new guy. you don’t know how to ask help without sounding so insane, so the days you spent with the new guy grew as it is and somehow, it ended up on a dinner night. you went home that night without thinking much, you only want to rest because the pressure of hiding things with your workmate stressed you out so much and now it felt like you went on a new step. but like always, sunoo came rushing to you. the guilt of possibly cheating on him eating you up, but what can you do? you have to get out. but much to your dismay, sunoo found out and the only way he can think of securing you back is by stuffing you with his dick while he rams to your head how you need no one but him. why? cause if you do... he’s surely on the way to k!ll not only everyone but also you.

【 listen here ! 】

AUDIO 4 : “noona, isn’t this dangerous?” sub!sunoo x dom!fem listener.

cw : very very desperate sunoo, begging (sunoo), basically sunoo being the ultimate sub, makeup sex, creampie, raw sex, loud whiny moans so please do not watch without earphones.

↝ sunoo never felt insecure with your childhood friend, jay, that he is also friends with, ever since before. sure, you knew jay even before you get to know him but he knows you’d never leave him for no one. he knows no one compares to him. but what would he do if he sees you laughing all prettily with his jay hyung? ofcourse, mess it up and show an attitude. this didn’t go unnoticed by you and in return, you started giving him the silent treatment he oh super hate. poor baby was devastated that he ended up on your bed, shaking and begging you to stop cause he can’t afford to continue more or he’d end up creaming your insides full.

【 listen here ! 】

AUDIO 5 : “you can’t make a sound.. we’ll get caught” live streamer!sunoo x fem!listener.

cw : having sex while sunoo’s on an audio-only livestream, lots whispering and wet sounds, lots of moans so please wear headphones/earphones! a girl moaning was added, so please sorry in advance if some of yall wouldn’t like that. its part of the audio.

teaser (do not watch without headphones/earphones!)

↝ it has been a while since sunoo opened his yt, twitch, and any other streaming platform’s channel.. at first, you were not in any bit bothered by how he makes “scenarios” and posts it publicly for everyone in the world to see. until sunoo’s followers/fans have grown and you just can’t keep listening to his sweet remarks for other girls anymore. pretty petty, cause its just an audio.. its called an act for a reason, but who cares with being petty? a lot of his fans calls him their boyfriend and you can’t just stay still... so when one night, when you saw him fixing his tools and telling you before hand that he’d do a live-stream, you knew shit’s about to go down. you won’t literally claim his as yours, but you’d make sure to claim him as yours... and ofcourse, infront of everyone to hear.

【 listen here ! 】

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Ꮺ ... more to be announced !

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devilat-thedoor · 6 months

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What Is and What Should Never Be Ch. 6

A/N: i know this one took me a hot minute. but to be honest, i haven’t really been motivated to write. this story is going to have a lot of sensitive subject matter in future chapters and i will do my best to make sure all the proper warnings are in place. but if by chance i do miss something, or you’re not happy about something i write, please DM me to open a discussion about it. i appreciate any and all feedback🩵

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, No smut but suggestive language and allusions to sex, Angst, Toxic Theme(Possessiveness, Arguing, Fighting, Accusations, Cheating)

…I can’t make my own decisions or make any with precision // Well, maybe you should tie me up so I don’t go where you don’t want me…

You cautiously stepped through the front door of Highway Tunes, keeping an eye out for Josh. When you saw he was busy with a customer, you made a beeline for the bathroom, feeling the remnants of Jake between your thighs.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Josh whisper-yelled from the end of the hallway just before you could enter the restroom. You slowly turned to face him, preparing yourself to be scolded. He came closer, standing right in front of you, “I don’t appreciate being taken advantage of… If this thing with you and my brother is hindering you from doing what you were hired for, you’re gonna need to find another job. Don’t let it happen again.” He stalked out of the hallway before you could respond and you finally burst into the bathroom.

Locking the door, you turned the faucet on, letting the sound echo through the small space as you splashed water over your face. You were in shock at Josh's outburst, not that you didn’t deserve it…but the anger you felt radiating from him is what really troubled you. You wanted to rush out and apologize, plead for his forgiveness and promise that you’d never let it happen again, but when you finally went back to the front of the store and saw him, the look in his eyes made you stay far away.

The afternoon stayed busy enough that you could easily keep your distance from Josh but, every so often, you would feel him staring at you. You did everything in your power to avoid looking at him, just counting down the minutes until shift change when he would finally leave and take the suffocating tension with him. Much to your dismay, you were having an issue with the barcode scanner while ringing a young woman up and you had to swallow your pride to talk to Josh. “Excuse me for just a second, hun… I need to get my boss.” You stepped away from the counter to search for him, finding him in the corner, typing on his phone. Approaching him slowly, you tapped his shoulder, “Uhh, Josh? There’s a problem with the scanner… I don’t- can you come help me?”

He turned to face you, his expression begging to say something that his mouth wouldn’t allow. Instead, he simply nodded his head and followed you back to the counter. You stood back, watching as he flashed the customer his perfect smile. “Cam, hey!” He greeted her with a gleeful hug and you assumed she was another regular that you hadn’t met yet until she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I didn’t expect you to be here today, babe.” The woman, Cam, pulled back but her hand remained on Josh’s hip and you couldn’t help the sting of jealousy you felt at the tiny, intimate gesture. “Where have you been? I haven’t heard from you in like, a month…” Her tone was accusatory and it intrigued you; Who is she? What’s the relationship between her and Josh?

He glanced at you briefly before stepping out of her grasp and moving behind the counter. “Uh…yeah, I don’t know.” He kept his head down, fiddling with the scanner, and there was suddenly an awkward tension in the air. “I’ve just been busy, I guess. We were spread pretty thin and short staffed, but Olivia is back for good and we got a new hire… Uhh, Y/N.” Josh pointed to you with a soft smile, one you hadn’t received since Jake dropped you back off. “She’s pretty fucking great… I was lucky to find her…” His eyes drooped with a sad and silent apology before he put his attention back on the scanner.

The girl held her hand out to you with a friendly grin, “Well she’s beautiful, isn’t she?” She cut her eyes back to Josh, giving him a smirk, as you slipped your hand into hers. “Y/N, huh? I’m Cameron, preferably Cam.” Her dark, spiral curls cascaded over her shoulders and brought out the deep, olive tones of her skin. When her gaze returned to you, she released your hand and leaned her elbow on the counter as she took in your appearance. “So, how did a sweet thing like you end up here?”

You could feel your cheeks heat as your eyes fell to the floor to avoid her intense stare. “I umm… They were just the first place with a ‘Now Hiring’ sign…and Josh doesn’t make it easy to say no.” You laughed quietly before looking back up at her.

You heard your boss clear his throat to get her attention, but Cam didn’t seem bothered, almost acting as though he weren’t there. “D’you just move here? I’ve never seen you around before.” She stood up straight and stepped a little closer when you nodded your head, “Oh…Well, if you ever want a tour of the city or to just hangout…maybe you-.”

“No, Cameron.” Josh’s tone was flat and final but he forced a fake cough to clarify when she whipped around to face him, “Wrong tree, Cam. She’s…with Jake.” He turned back to the computer, clicking a few buttons, and grabbed her record to run it in front of the scanner. The beep echoed in the hanging silence and he used the opportunity to end the current topic, “Look at that. Scanner works… Your total is $34.98.” He was making it obvious that he wanted to get her out of there but she ignored him.

“No fucking way…” She turned back to you, her mouth slightly agape, “Jake? Mister ‘No Strings Attached’ Jake? He scooped you up?” Cam faced Josh again, leaving you no room to answer her question. “How the fuck… I thought he-.” She clamped her mouth shut when he pressed his lips together in a warning. Tossing her debit card on the counter, she chanced one more look at you with a half smile, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N… I’m sure you’ll see me again soon.”

He gave her the card back and passed her the bagged vinyl, “I’ll call you. We can meet for drinks this weekend.” She nodded before heading for the door and you waved a quiet goodbye to her as she left and disappeared down the sidewalk. You chanced a quick look back at Josh and turned away to find something to occupy yourself. “Y/N, wait…” His hand was on your shoulder, stopping you from walking away from him, “I- The way I lashed out earlier…I’m sorry.”

“Josh, you don’t owe me an apology. I fucked up and I can promise that it…won’t happen again.” You faced him fully, but kept your eyes on the floor. “We- I lost track of time and I feel awful. I don’t want you to think that I’m not serious about my job just because-... This is my top priority and I’ll make sure Jake knows that too.” You fought to keep your hands from fidgeting by folding them together behind your back.

Josh hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your gaze from the floor to meet his face. “I know you weren’t late on purpose, Y/N. I just-.” He dropped his hand, drawing in a deep inhale when you locked eyes with him. “You make me fucking crazy in a way that i’ve never felt before and… You know what, it doesn’t matter.” He was shaking his head back and forth, waving his hands as though he wanted to shoo his thoughts away. “Just know that I wouldn’t fire you. It was an empty threat from the beginning.” His voice trailed off and now he was avoiding your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say; part of you wanted him to elaborate on how you made him crazy, but the other part knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the answer appropriately. “Josh…” Your breath caught in your throat when he looked at you, his large brown eyes, soft and bright. You lifted a hand to his face, mindlessly sweeping a stray eyelash from his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, his lips just barely grazing your palm. You both froze, eyes locked, for several moments, and if it weren’t for the door chime ringing out, causing you to jump and retract your hand, you weren’t sure what may have transpired. “Uhh. I’ll…get that.”

“Y/N.” He glanced at the customer, who had their back to you as they perused the rack of new release albums, before grabbing your wrist. “I- I’m sorry. I have to stop doing this shit…” He released his grip and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I know that you’re with Jake and I don’t want you to think that I don’t respect that, but I really fucking like you.” Josh paused when you began chewing on your lip, all of his focus going to your mouth before he stuttered through the rest of his thought. “You’re so- I mean, I- Shit…”

“Excuse me?” You both turned in unison to the customer, an older gentleman, as he interrupted Josh. “I’m looking for something for my granddaughter, might one of you be able to help me?”

You gave him a polite smile, “Of course, sir. You tell me what you need and I will be more than happy to assist.” You listened to the man explain what he was looking for as you led him to the tables, only stealing one glance over your shoulder to find your boss watching you.

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“Hey, you alright?” Josh asked, a tinge of concern in his tone, when he found you leaning on the counter with your head in your hands.

You rubbed your palms over your face and looked up at him. “Yeah. I just have a headache…waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in.” You forced a quiet chuckle as you stood up straight, “I guess I should’ve actually eaten on my lunch break.”

His brows pinched together as he glanced at the clock on the wall. “You haven’t ate anything today?” When you meekly shook your head, he let out a frustrated huff and stalked into the office. You heard some things shuffling around before he reemerged a moment later holding something out to you. “Why the hell would he take you out on your lunch break and not fucking feed you?” He wasn’t asking you directly, more so thinking out loud. “Eat these… Please.”

You took the package from his hand, a little bag of pretzels, “Thank you…” You murmured it quietly and ripped the bag open to pop a pretzel into your mouth. “It wasn’t his fault. I just…got distracted.” Slipping into the office, you took a seat in one of the chairs to finish the small snack.

Josh followed you in and leaned back on the edge of the desk, looking down at you. “Why didn’t you just order something for delivery when you got back here?”

“I don’t know…” You pulled your phone from your pocket to check the time; it was almost 4 o’clock, which meant Jake would be in for the closing shift any minute, but also that Olivia would be in too, and you weren’t in the mood. “I’m not gonna lie, Josh… You kind of scared me when I got back. Food was the last thing on my mind and even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have ordered out of fear that it would piss you off even more.” You gave him an honest answer as you finished the last pretzel and dropped the bag into the trash can.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” Josh crouched down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees, and waited for you to obey. “I don’t want you to ever think there’s a reason to be scared of me. I lost my temper and I’m sorry.” He stared into your eyes and you nodded, fully conscious of the way his thumbs rubbed circles over your leggings. “If you miss lunch again, or you’re hungry at all, I keep the bottom left drawer stocked full of snacks. You can help yourself whenever, okay?”

“Ummm. Am I interrupting something?” Olivia was standing in the office doorway, her eyes darting between you and Josh. “I just wanted to clock in… Is Jake here yet?”

He stood up with his ever-gleaming smile. “Hello, Olivia. It’s so very pleasant to see you too.” His tone dripped with sarcasm as he slithered around her to exit the office and you followed suit, holding a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

Just as you stepped out from behind the counter, an arm wrapped your waist and pulled you around the corner towards the back of the store. “Miss me, peach?”

You yelped and spun in his hold, lightly slapping his chest. “Don’t do that, Jake! I almost pissed myself.”

“Too bad I’m not into golden showers…” He joked with a playful smirk and you shoved out of his grasp.

“God, you’re disgusting.” You giggled and made a move to walk past him, but he grabbed you again and pulled you close to kiss you. You stopped him, holding a finger over his lips before prying his hands from your hips, “Not at work, Jake. Respect the rules.” You broke away from him to do a quick clean up and return any discarded products to where they belong.

“Rules?” He was trailing behind you, close enough that you could feel his body heat. “What the fuck do you mean rules? I can’t touch you? Is that a rule, because I-.”

You cut him off as you stopped walking and turned back to him, grabbing his face, “Work is my main priority, babe. I get paid to do a specific job and that job isn’t being your girlfriend… So at work, we keep it professional.” Dropping your hands, you went back to your task, but he was still lingering.

“Does that mean I can’t take my girlfriend in the storage room for a quick fuck on our shifts?” He reached out, cupping your asscheek before giving it a sharp tap.

“Jake, I’m serious…” You took a few steps away, facing him with a scowl. “Josh wasn’t happy about lunch and I don’t want my boss to think that I’m just gonna blow my responsibilities off because I’m fucking my other boss…who happens to be his brother, might I add.”

His face twisted into a frown as he looked around the store. “Did he say something to you? Where is he?”

You caught his arm before he could stomp away and placed a hand over his chest. “Hey, relax. I talked to him and it’s fine, but I just need to set boundaries. For myself. Okay?” Leaning in, you pecked his lips, allowing your mouth to linger on his for a few seconds in the hopes it would calm him down.

“Okay.” His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. “We’ll keep it…professional.”

You pulled your hands from his body, but not before Olivia had seen you touching him. “You’re just suckering up to both of them today, aren’t you, peach.” She popped the ‘p’ with a venomous smile, flashing her gaze to Jake.

“Both of us?” He looked at you, studying your expression for a moment as his eyes narrowed. He huffed a short laugh through his nose and shook his head. “Nah, Liv… She was just begging for forgiveness after exceeding her lunch break…came back almost a half hour late, didn’t you?” His lip curled at one corner when your mouth dropped open, “Don’t let it happen again or I’m gonna have to write you up, peach.” Jake turned on his heel, stalking to the office, and left you speechless, gawking at his back as he disappeared through the doorway.

After a few minutes, Josh appeared at your side as you were straightening a shelf of CDs. “Hey, I’m heading out. Just wanted to say bye.” He pressed his palm to your back with a warm smile and you weren’t oblivious to the amount of touches he’d indulged in throughout the day…but you weren’t complaining either.

“Oh. Well I guess I’ll see you Sunday?” Your attention was torn away from him when you caught Olivia out of your peripheral vision, staring daggers at you before slipping behind the counter to poke her head into the office. You released a sigh and returned Josh’s smile. “I hope you have a better Friday night than I’m about to have.” Your eyes rolled on their own as her giggle echoed through the store.

He glanced toward the counter for a brief second, “It won’t be that bad. Jake and Olivia have done the flirting thing since she started here almost two years ago.” Josh patted your shoulder with a sympathetic expression. “I know how annoying they get but I guess I can’t really imagine how you feel about it… Just- It’s never been more than just flirting, y’know? If he wanted Liv, he’d have her…but he wants you.” His hand slid down your arm, holding onto your fingers for a moment before he flashed his signature smile and went on his way.

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Time felt like it was moving in slow motion. It was surprisingly slow for a Friday night and closing couldn’t come fast enough. Jake had been in the office since his twin left, going over payroll and catching up on paperwork, while Olivia would pop her head in every few minutes, or call his name from across the store in her loud, grating voice. You’d tried to ignore it, busy yourself with senseless tasks that didn’t even need done, but your patience was wearing thinner by the second. When he had finally decided to come out of his cave, he found you wiping down the glass display of limited editions for the third time and purposely placed his palm flat against the glass. You straightened up with an angry sigh, “Are you serious, Jake? Grow up.” You knew he was doing it to get a rise out of you, and normally you may have laughed or at least indulged in the playful banter that would’ve resulted, but you slammed the bottle of cleaner down on the counter and tossed the rag before walking away from him.

His brows raised in confusion, “Woah…Y/N, hey.” He was jogging to catch up with your long strides, reaching out to grab your hips. You couldn’t deny that you were growing irritable and Jake had definitely taken notice by the way you pushed his hands from you and glared at him, “Let’s take a walk, peach.” He carefully placed a hand on your shoulder as he led you towards the back hallway before calling out to Olivia, “Liv, we’re gonna grab some shit to restock…We’ll be right back.” He ignored whatever response she tried to give as he pushed you into the storage room and closed the door behind him. “What’s your goddamn problem?” His voice was stern, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

“I don’t have a problem, can I get back to work?” You kept your tone short and clipped as you rolled your eyes and reached past him for the doorknob.

He leaned back against the door, putting his body weight on it so you couldn’t pull it open. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Why are you in a pissy mood?” He released a sigh and softened his voice, trying his best to tread lightly and keep you calm, “Peach, did I do something wrong?”

You watched his shoulders slump a bit and took a deep breath to center yourself. “No, Jake, you- It’s just been a long day and time is dragging…I’m exhausted, hun.” You grabbed his wrists, pulling him away from the door and towards you. “Sorry for being cranky…”

“Why are your hands shaking?” He stared at your grip on his arms before looking at your face, waiting for an answer.

Releasing him, you studied your hands for a moment and shook them out. The nausea rolling through your stomach made it obvious that you needed to eat, but you wouldn’t tell Jake that you’d skipped an actual lunch because of him. “Probably just too much caffeine today…I’m fine, babe, really.” You could tell that he wasn’t quite buying it, but you didn’t have the energy to argue with him. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his midsection and flashed him a sweet smile, “Tell you what… Drop it and… I will give you a pass for one storage room quickie, available to you at a later date of your choosing.”

His lips stretched into a grin as he returned your embrace with a genuine laugh, his hands sneaking down to squeeze your ass. “Why can’t I have it today?” He began kissing along your jaw, trailing down your throat.

You giggled at the way his lips tickled your skin. “Haven’t you had enough of me today?” You pulled at his shirt as his lips continued their exploration, sucking at your neck. “Jake…” You gasped when he bared his teeth to softly bite your skin.

He spoke between kisses, slowly chipping away at your resolve. “Never enough, peach… C’mon. It’s slow… We got fifteen minutes to spare.” His rasped voice was enticing and you allowed him to draw you in as his hands slid beneath your shirt to cup your bare breasts.

“You think fifteen minutes is enough time to-.” A loud knocking on the door cut you off, making you jump.

Even muffled through the door, Olivia’s annoying voice still wiggled its way under your skin as she twisted at the doorknob. “Jake? Why is the door locked? I need help out here!” Jake dropped his hands with a sharp huff when you broke away from him to grab a stack of CDs from a shelf, as to not look suspicious. He ripped the door open and glared at her, waiting for an explanation. “I need- or I can’t find…umm…” She was flustered by the way he was staring at her, obviously never having been on the receiving end of your boss’s bad attitude.

He wasn’t playing into her usual ruse this time, clearly displeased with being interrupted. “I told you we’d be back in a minute, what was so important that it couldn’t wait, Olivia?” He watched her repeatedly open and close her mouth, searching for any kind of excuse she could conjure, but she remained silent, staring at him like a lost child. “Right… Excuse me.” He moved by her to exit the storage room without another word.

She gazed after him in shock before turning her attention on you. “What the hell… What did you say to him?” Shaking your head with a scoff, you pushed past her to exit the room with the stack of albums, but she followed closely behind you as her tone grew more accusatory. “You’ve been jealous of the relationship Jake and I have since you started here, Y/N. So what? You sneak him away to bribe him with sex or something? God…you’re such a desperate-.”

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to face her as you dropped the CDs to the front counter. “Olivia, you better fucking watch what you say next…” You’re sure there was steam coming out of your ears because you could feel your face getting hot with anger. “I don’t need to throw myself at Jake for attention, honey… So who’s really the desperate one?” You stepped closer to her, silently challenging her to finish her thought.

Jake was inserting himself between the two of you before she could reply. “Both of you cut it the fuck out… Y/N, go sit in the office until you’ve calmed down.” He gave you a pointed look and nodded toward the office door while Olivia smiled smugly from behind him.

You could feel your blood begin to boil. “Are you joking? No. You’re not sending me off for a timeout, I haven’t fucking done anything wrong!” Picking up the stack of CDs, you spun around to walk away and stock them but Jake caught your arm. You ripped out of his grasp and met him with a threatening scowl.

“What…is going on?” Josh walked out of the back hallway and right into the building tension between his twin, you and Olivia. “It’s been two hours… What happened between when I left and now?”

Jake broke the staredown first, his eyes leaving yours to look at his brother. “I’ve got it handled, don’t worry about it. What are you doing here?”

Josh’s eyes flicked between you and Jake, trying to decipher what was going on, as he held up a takeout box. “I, uhhh. I went to Slice House to grab dinner and wanted to drop something off for-.”

“I’m not hungry right now, just put it in the fridge.” Jake’s words were rushed as he cut his twin off to watch you turn around and walk away from him. “We’re not fucking done.” He started after you, the aggravation radiating off of him.

“Oh… No, this is for Y/N.”

He froze in place to turn and face Josh, “Why are you bringing her dinner?” His possessive nature was coming out full force as he clenched his jaw and waited for an answer. You were standing a few feet away, half turned to them as you placed the albums on a shelf, but you were listening to their exchange.

“Why are you being a dickhead, dude?” Josh shook his head with a laugh, rubbing his hand down his face. “She hasn’t eaten anything all day and if she starves to death, there goes our best employee.” He looked at you with a smile when Olivia scoffed and opened his mouth to speak, but Jake beat him to it.

“What do you mean she hasn’t eaten anything?” He turned back to you, his frustration slowly dissipating and replaced by something else. “Why haven’t you ate?” He took a few strides to close the distance between you and grabbed your wrists, holding them up in his hands. “That’s why you’re shaking… Are you fucking- Why didn’t you eat a lunch?”

You almost melted at his concern, but the accusatory tone in his inquiry made you pull your arms from his grasp. “God, Jake. I don’t know… Can’t really remember what I was doing on my lunch break. Must not have been too important for me to have forgotten so soon.” You knew you were being harsh, but you weren’t in the mood to deal with anything anymore. Especially not his attitude.

His nostrils flared as he glared angrily at you, his expression was dark but he almost looked hurt. Jake bit his lips together, closing his eyes for a moment, and drew in a deep breath through his nose. When he opened his eyes again, his voice was quiet, soft even. “Take your food and go home, peach.” He held his hand up, shaking his head slightly, when you tried to argue. “Don’t. Clock out and go.” And with that, he walked away, trucking down the back hallway and slinking into the bathroom to slam the door shut.

Josh and Olivia were both staring at you, shocked expressions painting their faces, but you ignored them as you stomped to the office to clock out and grab your things. When you came out, moving straight for the front door to walk home, Josh caught up to you and caught your arm. “Y/N, wait… Your food.” He held the box up to you and you offered a soft smile and a mumbled ‘thanks’ as you took it pushed through the front door.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding…” A groan of frustration left your chest at the downpour you’d stepped into. It was like the sky opened up and dumped out every ounce of water the clouds held. What a day to walk. Taking a deep breath, you took a step out from the ripped and disheveled awning above the record store door, but a pair of arms were reaching out to yank you back into Highway Tunes. Turning in his hold, you were met by the fluff of curls and big brown eyes. “Josh, what are-.”

“I’m not letting you walk home in the rain. My car is out back, I’ll drop you off.” He was already walking away, not even stopping to check that you were following. Crossing through the backdoor, Josh placed a hand on your back and led you to his car, ushering you into the passenger seat, before rushing to climb into his own side. “Hasn’t rained like this in months…” He was shaking his hair out as he started the engine and put the car in reverse to back out of the space, gripping your headrest to look out the rear window, “Where do you live, sweetheart?” He pulled out of the small parking lot and drove towards the main road as he waited for you to give him directions.

You were staring out the window, watching the rain patter into puddles along the street, entirely oblivious to Josh’s voice. It wasn’t until he stretched his arm across the center console to carefully squeeze your thigh and give it a shake to get your attention that you finally looked at him. “Huh? I’m sorry… Did you say something?”

His hand lingered on your leg for a few moments before he pulled away and rested it on the shifter. “You gotta tell me where you live or you’re coming back to my place, YN.” He joked with a gentle chuckle as he glanced at you.

His laugh made you smile, instantly lifting your foul mood. “Oh. Uhh, if you make a left up here, on 16th, and go for about four blocks, I’ll let you know when we get to my building.” The drive was mostly quiet, save for the music playing on the radio, until he pulled the car up to your apartment building. You dug your keys from your bag as he put the car in park. “Thanks for the ride, Josh…and for the food. You really didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.”

“It’s not a big deal,” He waved you off, turning his body to face you, as he pointed to his own food in the backseat. “I was picking something up for myself and wondered if you ever got the chance to try the Drunken Italian… So I grabbed you a slice.” When you looked down at the takeout box in your lap, too large to hold just one slice of pizza, you raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I got you a classic pepperoni and a plain slice too. Wasn’t sure what you liked.” He shrugged sheepishly, his cheeks growing red.

You grasped the door handle and paused before you opened it. “Hey… You wanna come up and hangout for a bit? Eat, watch a movie or something? Bell’s at work until eight and I kind of just don’t wanna be alone.” He bit down on his lip for a moment and you expected him to decline at that point, but to your surprise, he asked where he should park his car. “Oh, just go down that side street and there’s parking right on the side of the building.” Once he had the car tucked into a spot, you both hopped out and headed inside. Josh kicked his shoes off beside yours and followed you into the kitchen as you flicked the light on. “I’m gonna go change real quick, make yourself at home, boss… Sam surely does.” Stalking into your bedroom, you grabbed some comfy clothes and slipped into the bathroom for a speedy body shower.

Josh was still in the kitchen when you came back, leaning against the countertop while he scrolled on his phone. He looked up when he heard you, his gaze lingering on your smooth legs, clad in a pair of old boxers, for a bit before they traveled up to see the faded Highway Tunes t-shirt that you took from his twin’s closet. “Where’d you get that? I haven’t seen that design in like…seven years.” He came closer, pinching the fabric between his fingers to examine the logo.

“Uhh. It’s actually Jake’s.” You looked down at the shirt back at him, “He let me borrow it and I just haven’t given it back yet… It’s- I don’t know. I just like it, I guess.” You watched as he dropped his hand and took a couple steps back and opted for a subject change. “You want something to drink? Bellamy keeps beer. Or we have water or probably some coke or-.”

“Water is fine, sweetheart.” He picked the boxes up from the counter after you grabbed a couple bottles from the fridge and followed you into the living room.

You sat down on the couch and gestured for him to sit as well, leaving a decent bit of distance between the two of you, as you lifted the remote to turn the tv on. “What do you wanna watch?” You turned to look at him after opening netflix.

He was already digging into his pizza, eyes wide and mouth full as he looked back at you, “Sorry…” He held a hand over his mouth as he finished chewing, “Whatever you want, Y/N. I’ll watch anything.”

You giggled at him, beginning to love the way his cheeks flushed when he got a little embarrassed. Shaking your head softly, your focus went back to the tv as you scrolled through the options. After a minute or so, your attention caught on a title, “Oh my god! They have Pretty In Pink on here!” You didn’t wait for Josh to react before you were clicking on the movie to start it. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s one of my favorites…” You were poking your lip out at him and pairing it with pleading eyes.

“No. No, go ahead. I’ve never seen it.” He was grinning with amusement at your excitement. “This is the one that you said had the record store in it, right?” Josh took another bite of his pizza, studying your face, as you sat back on the couch and opened your own box.

“Yeah. Trax! I swear, you’ll know exactly what I mean when you see it.” You settled in as the movie began and it wasn’t long before the takeout boxes were empty, discarded to the coffee table, and you were tucked under the throw blanket, quoting the scenes and offering unnecessary explanations to Josh. “Hey, Benny… I hope they shrivel up and fall off…” You glanced at him as you finished the quote and found his soft eyes already on you, a warm smile on his lips. “Sorry. God, I’m sorry.” You could feel the blush covering your cheeks as you buried your head in your hands. “It’s a bad habit… Bellamy always yells at me for quoting through movies.”

His hand curled gently around your wrist to pull one of your hands away so he could see your face. “Don’t apologize. I think it might be one of my new favorite things about you.” A quiet laugh escaped him as he released your arm. “I don’t think you realize that you’re doing it. It- it’s like a subconscious thing.” When you tilted your head, pinching your brows in question, he elaborated on his thought. “You don’t always say the lines out loud. Most of the time, you just mouth them to yourself…but every so often, it’ll slip out and you kind of giggle through it, so I’d assume those are your favorite parts.” He leaned forward to grab his water from the table, turning his attention back to the movie.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering if he’d been watching you the whole time. “Josh, did you-.” Your phone began to ring from where it sat on the coffee table, cutting you off. You stared at the illuminated screen, Jake’s name in bold letters at the top, and allowed it to go to voicemail.

“You gonna pick it up?” Josh asked when a second call came in and you shook your head, waiting for the screen to go black again. “He’s gonna be pissed if you don’t answer him, Y/N.” You remained silent as the phone lit up once more, with a text message this time. “Look… I know he can be a little hotheaded, but-.”

Leaning forward, you flipped the phone face down and sat back again before pointing to the television. “Wait! This is my favorite part!” Iona cranks the volume on the stereo as Try a Little Tenderness begins to play. “Watch, hun! It’s the best, I promise.” Your face lifted into a grin as you reached over and grabbed Josh’s arm to make sure he was paying attention.

He placed his hand over yours, sending a flare of warmth through your body. “I’m watching, sweetheart…” And he was. But his eyes weren’t on the TV.

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Josh POV

It was like her smile grew tenfold when the scene started. You couldn’t look at the TV, despite her request. All of your focus was on the white hot feeling of her skin on yours, unlike anything you’d ever felt from a single touch. She sang through the scene, bouncing about from where she sat, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of her; her hair was bundled into a bun at the base of her neck. Loose tendrils, damp from her shower, had fallen free and hung around her face. She smelled like jasmine and…vanilla? No. Jasmine and coconuts. You wondered if the boxers she was wearing were from an old boyfriend or maybe they were her dad’s? The faded logo on her t-shirt caught your attention. Did she know that shirt belonged to Ivy? Did Jake tell her that when he gave it to her?

She snapped her head towards you, her eyes shining as she crooned, “…Squeeze her…don’t tease her…never leave her…” She was laughing wildly, her grasp on your arm tightening the harder she sang and you started laughing with her. When the song finally ended, she was breathless, her body slumping back against the couch and falling towards you.

You gave her a few moments to catch her breath, looking down at where her head just barely laid on your shoulder. “Y’know…this might be my favorite movie too, Y/N.” Your heart felt like it stopped when she looked up at you with a shy smile, her cheeks the sweetest shade of pink, and let out a childlike giggle. “God, you’re beautiful…” The thought slipped out before you could stop it and you worried that maybe you’d ruined the moment.

Her grin stretched as she relaxed into you, “I think you’re more beautiful, boss.” The sound of the front door opening stole her attention. “Bellamy’s home. She’s gonna be excited to meet you…” Her voice oozed with sarcasm, causing you to raise your eyebrow in question, and she sat up straight just as her friend was coming in, whispering quietly, “Jake made…quite the first impression. Umm…just don’t take it personally, okay?” You gave a short nod before she greeted the other girl. “Hey, Bell. How was work, babe?”

She ignored Y/N’s question and looked directly at you, her lips pursed, “Are you the other one?” Her arms were crossed over her chest as she waited for an answer and you took a moment to study her. She was exactly how you’d pictured, given how much your little brother raved about her.

“I’m assuming you mean Jake’s counterpart? The handsome twin? The smart one?” You joked, hoping to earn a laugh or at least a smile from her. “I’m Josh.” You held a hand out to her for a friendly shake, but she shook her head. Sammy did say she was a spitfire.

Y/N spoke up from beside you, “Don’t be a dick, B. Give him a chance… it’s not fair to lump him with Jake.” She leaned over, bumping you with her shoulder, “Josh is an angel.”

“An angel, huh? So…what does that make Jake, sweet pea?” Before she could answer her friend, there was a knock on the door that caused the two girls to share a questioning look. Bellamy turned on her heel to stalk to the door and pull it open. “Speak of the devil…”

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You watched in slow motion as he pushed through the door and past Bellamy, despite her protests. “What? You can’t answer a fucking text? A phone call?” He was mad, that much was clear, and the store shouldn’t have been closed for another half hour, so you were sure the shock on your face was evident.

“What the hell are you doing here, Jake?” You tossed the blanket from your legs and stood up from the couch to face him. Bellamy was behind him, waiting for a sign to toss him out of the apartment, while Josh remained silent in his seat, watching the scene unfold.

“Do you see how it’s fucking storming out there?” He pointed towards the balcony where the pounding rain was only visible between flashes of lightning, “I didn’t know if you made it home and you wouldn’t pick up the goddamn phone! I was worried, Y/N…” He looked at his twin then, anger radiating off of him, “No surprise…you’re cuddled up with my fucking brother.”

Josh stood up then, placing himself between you and Jake, “We watched a movie and ate pizza, Jake. As friends.” He gestured between the two of you to get his point across, “That’s all we are, man. We’re just…friends.” He gave you a small, sympathetic smile before turning back to his twin, “If you don’t start treating her differently, you’ll end up a lot less than that.” Scooping up his keys and phone from the coffee table, he offered you a soft goodbye and pushed past his brother, only stopping to look at your best friend, “It was nice to meet you, Bellamy.” He paused as he was stepping through the front door and you could tell that he was fighting on whether to say what he wanted to or keep it to himself. The moment stretched on for an eternity before he finally spoke, avoiding your eyes entirely, as he looked at Jake, “She chose you, Jake… Try being fucking grateful.”

You watched him go, closing the door behind him, and began cleaning up the mess from the table after shutting the TV off. When you started towards the kitchen, Jake stepped in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders, “Can you talk to me for a minute, please?” He followed you as you moved around him and threw the empty boxes into the garbage can. “Peach, please…” He gently grabbed your arm as you tried to silently exit the kitchen.

Calmly peeling yourself from his hold, you kept your head down. “I don’t have the energy to fight with you, Jake. I’m going to bed.” You could feel his presence behind you as he followed you into your room and closed the door. Finally turning to face him, you caught the flash of guilt in his eyes as he stood silently and waited for you to kick him out or tell him to stay. “He was right, yanno?.... I chose you, Jake.” He opened his mouth but you held your hand up to stop him, “If you don’t have trust in me, this won’t work. If I can’t have friends without you accusing me of something, this won’t work. Do you get that?” You plopped down on your bed with a sigh, “I’m not gonna keep having the same fights with you… I can’t.”

“I’m fucking trying, peach.” He came across the room to sit beside you, taking your hand in his. “Trust is hard for me. I told you-.”

“But you won’t tell me why!” You pulled your hand away and dragged them both down your face, “Help me understand, Jake! Let me see your point of view, because I won’t keep fucking doing this shit!” You breathed out a steady sigh and stood up to pull the duvet back and climb into bed.

You assumed he would leave when he stood up from the bed, but you were surprised when he stripped down to his boxers and flipped the light off before crawling in beside you and pulling the blanket over the both of you. He didn’t attempt to cuddle up to you, just laid on his back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. You laid on your side, facing him, just barely able to make out his features through the flashes of lightning that would illuminate the room every few moments. The silence was growing and taking all the air in the room, it was becoming suffocating, you felt like you were losing your mind. Then came Jake’s voice; soft, sad, barely a whisper, “I was gonna give up everything for her… I really loved her, Y/N.” The tone of his voice broke your heart and you reached out carefully, placing your hand on the center of his chest to encourage him to continue. His body tensed beneath your touch, but he took a deep breath and slowly began to relax, “She loved me too. For a while, at least… I think deep down, I knew that she was checked out towards the end, but I was in denial.” He paused when his voice started to shake and you rolled closer to him.

“Take your time, baby. I’m here.” You held him close, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “Do you wanna start from the beginning?”

He shook his head, chewing at the skin on his lip. “The beginning isn’t important… We were together for two years before she wanted to move to New York. I was gonna do it. Drop my life, my family, everything, just to fucking follow her.”

“What made you stay?”

“When Josh and I decided that we weren’t going to college, mom and dad chose to pass the store to us. They loved the business, but after 20 years of running it and raising a family, they wanted a break.” A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips, “Josh didn’t wanna do it by himself, Sam was still in high school and had his mind set on CCA after graduation… I wanted to go with Ivy, but Highway Tunes was- is my life. It meant everything to my parents but it meant just as much to me. It’s where we grew up… Spent more time there than at our house. I guess my mistake was thinking that she would understand.”

You sat up in the bed, crossing your legs beneath you and looking down at him, “So, she left for New York without you?” You were trying to put the pieces together.

Jake placed his hand on your thigh, his thumb mindlessly grazing over your skin. “She stayed here with me. But she didn’t stay for me… She stayed for herself. She didn’t have to work, didn’t have to pay bills. I took care of her, I took care of everything… I gave her a life that most people would be grateful to have. And I thought she was.”

“What did she do, Jake?” You pulled your knees up, hugging them to your chest as a wave of sickness rolled through your body at the thought of what she could’ve done to hurt him.

He sat up as well and, despite the dark room, you could feel his eyes on you as he reached out and took your hand in one of his. “Peach, you…make me happy in a way that I haven’t felt…in a really long time.” He brought your hand to his mouth, holding your knuckles against his lips for a moment and you felt your stomach flip as tears began to sting your eyes. “I’m really fucked up, Y/N.” His voice cracked but you let him continue, “That last year was when things started to get bad…I uhhh- I started to notice a change when she would ask me for money to get groceries for the apartment and I’d come home to find the cabinets empty. When I would ask her about it, she would make me feel fucking crazy…Tell me that she never said she was getting groceries or that I was working too much, so the exhaustion must have confused me.”

“Jake…” You wanted to tell him to stop, that he didn’t have to talk about it anymore, but he didn’t give you the opportunity.

“That shirt you’re wearing right now- do you remember when I told you she was wearing it the last morning I woke up with her?” You nodded your head and, even though he couldn’t see your face, he kept talking, “I was supposed to work the double that day but I got hit with a bad cold, had Josh come in and close for me… When I got home, Ivy was in the shower and I thought it would be nice to join her. We hadn’t really had time for intimacy, I guess. But she wasn’t alone in there.” Jake released a humorless laugh, “She wasn’t even remorseful…I think that’s what hurt the most. Hurt more than her telling me I was nothing, that I didn’t deserve her. I asked her, What did I do wrong? I love you, I gave you everything… and she laughed in my face and said, ‘You gave me everything. Why would I leave?’” He was holding your hand, tracing his fingers over your palm as his voice grew quieter, “After she admitted that she hadn’t loved me in a while, she was using me, I left. Flew to Michigan to stay with my parents for a few days and clear my head. When I came back, she was gone… Cleaned most of the apartment out, left a note. I didn’t read it, I couldn’t. I just threw it in the trash and moved on.” He fell silent after concluding, his index finger still traveling over your hand.

You sat, unmoving, unsure of what to say or if you should even say anything, until a wet drop landed on your palm and you felt your heart stop. “Baby, no…” You sat up on your knees and flung your arms around him, holding him tight to your chest. “Jake, I’m so sorry. I-.” His body shook in your hold and your own tears started to fall. Seeing his vulnerability, under the circumstances, filled you with sorrow.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, clinging to your body as he moved to lay down, pulling you with him. “It fucking hurt, Y/N… It hurt for so long…”

You held his face, swiping at his wet cheeks as you sniffled, “She’ll never hurt you again, Jake. I promise. Nobody will…”

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anamenooneowns · 10 months

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AN: just so ppl know. my works are almost always going to be with black, chubby women in mind (and if not chubby they will still 100% be black). also, i have not seen EITHER of the spiderverse movies, i'm just a hoe who thirsts over any fictional man so i just kinda made an amalgamation of hobie's personality from the fanfics i've read and viola. i just free-flowed this to procrastinate from doing my anatomy and physiology homework. enjoy.

warnings: shibari, cam-girl, face hidden, voyeurism (hobie is watching behind the cam), masturbating, bar-spreader, fem!reader, afab (and i think thats all, lemme know if i missed sum)

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

Just Enough

You shrieked, legs trembling but unmoving. The intricately knotted ropes where your knees met your thighs were kept open with a spreader bar at your ankles. All from the diligent hands of your lovely boyfriend - watching from behind the camera as you squirted - stroking his cock as the steady hum of your wand echoed in the room.

Your head rolled back between your shoulders, a sob of - "Fuck!" - pouring out of your lips as you clit throbbed and ached. The pearl was shiny and round as it stuck out from under it's hood.

The gentle chime of a noise akin to coins dropping on the sidewalk were like adlibs to the symphony of your moans, his slick strokes, and the vibrator. Your body - lovely in all of it's curves and planes - open for the eyes of ten-thousand horny, voyeuristic people around the world.

But Hobie? Oh, Hobie got all of this for free. He was an artist - obviously. A connoisseur of music... in his own way, of course. But there was no denying that the moment you handed your time over to him, your emotions, your love - your very heart. He knew you were something special.

Your voice was dulcet. A sound that talking-wise he would never be able to get enough of. Hell, talk to him about the Big Bang Theory and he'd be sleeping like a baby from your voice. So when you gave him the grace to make you feel good, and bestowed your sounds of pleasure in his ears? Hobie knew he had to make you a star.

In your own right, of course. With the mutual condition that it was anonymous. Now, Hobie was a man who liked to show off, but your face was his. He can imagine it right now, even with your head pushed into the pillows and your back bowed from the overstimulation of six - going on seven - orgasms. Hobart Brown was a very imaginative man. And he could see how your eyes smoothly looked inward before rolling back, your bottom teeth tucked between your lips before releasing when a moan bubbled out, and those pretty tears rolling down the sides of your face.

He growled when the rise of his orgasm nearly came and firmly grasped himself just under the head of his cock. It hurt more psychologically than it did physically to stave off his climax, saving it for the clenching hold between her chubby, brown folds.

'How much fuckin' longer?' Hobie thought to himself, looking at his phone. The timer of three minutes looked back at him, and his thick lips pulled into a smirk as he ended the livestream and slammed the laptop shut.

"B-baby?" you whimpered, picking up on the familiar sound.

Hobie hushed you gently, removing the bar and your blindfold to see bloodshot, baby browns staring back at him.

"S'alright love. Looked all gorgeous 'nd that tonight."

You smiled, laughing lightly. "You always say that."

"Cause you do," he insisted. Then his hand grasped your face, fingertips digging into your soft cheeks. "You'd look even prettier with my cum on your face though."

Your eyes flitted down to his bobbing length - black with a purple-pink head and soft, trimmed curls at the base - it made your mouth water.

"Got enough in you for another round? Saved everything just for that snatch," he murmured against your lips.

It was comical. The way your eyes glazed over and he felt the air around you bend and shift to the taking girl you were. "Yeah... just enough."

#astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie x black!reader #x black reader #x black plus size reader #x black fem reader #x black!reader #x black!fem!reader #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #literally know nothing about these fucking movies #i enjoy attempting to write british accents though #i wrote this instead of doing my college homework #black fanfiction

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kteezy997 · 7 months

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6 Months- Part Nine//t.c.

Warnings: smut, oral sex F receiving, fingering, oral sex M receiving, intense sex, tit slapping, mention of violence, Timmy with a black eye, possessive Timmy, degradation, cursing

A/N: This one is long, but I love how it’s turned out. You won’t regret reading until the end💞

"I'm not saying 'I love you' to try to get you to say it back, I just feel it. And I don't want to waste this moment, Cam. Don't feel pressured by me. It's not my intention."

Cam nodded at him, then she stepped forward, taking him by the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss.

Timmy was ready for that kiss, he pulled her in just as she did him. He bit her lip, making her moan. They pulled away, both with swollen lips and ragged breaths. Looking in each other's eyes, they knew that they weren't going to bed to sleep, not for a while anyway.

He pulled off the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, leaving her completely nude and he shoved her onto the bed.

Cam lay there on her back watching him undress. She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together.

Timmy got naked as well and pushed her upward on the bed so he could climb on top. He spread her legs, then used his fingers to spread her folds. He touched her clit with the pads of his fingers, slowly at first, achingly slow.

She started to whimper, the anticipation was making her more needy. She moved her hips in sync with the movement of his fingers.

He lowered himself, placing his face between her legs.

She gasped softly as she felt his breath on her pussy.

He kept his eyes on her face and stuck his tongue out, lapping on her clit.

Cam threaded her hand into his hair as she took a sharp breath.

Timmy gave her tender clit a long suck, then wiggled his tongue against it, back and forth at a rapid pace.

She felt twinge after twinge of pleasure. She found it hard to keep still, but he held her down.

He licked and nibbled at her clit and dragged his tongue between her folds. He spit on her pussy, then inserted his fingers inside her.

Cam threw her head to the side. She grasped the comforter on either side of her. She whimpered like a little bitch, but she didn't care.

Timmy pumped his fingers in and out of her. Already, she was so wet that he could hear the sinful noise of his fingers working her. "You're so fucking wet, baby."

"Ahh!" she cried, writhing on the bed as his fingers went deeper.

He stopped fingering her abruptly and flipped her over on all fours. He slid his cock into her slick opening instantly, bucking his hips.

Cam moaned and pressed her face into the pillows.

Timmy leaned down and pushed her down by placing hand between her shoulder blades.

She arched her back, with her ass upwards. As he started to fuck her harder, she gripped the sheets. She brought her hand up to her clit, rubbing herself.

After a while, Timmy stopped, just looking at her: bent over and horny as hell, at his mercy. He bent down to lap at her dripping pussy again, this time from behind.

"AH, mmm." she cooed, shaking a little and breathing hard. Her moan, fueled by her first orgasm, was muffled by the plushness of the pillow.

"Good girl." he praised, letting her fall over onto her back. He cupped her cheek, kissed her on the lips and he felt her hand on his cock.

She was able to use her own wetness that was still on him to stroke his cock.

Timmy moaned, and started to softly move his hips, fucking himself in Cam's hand.

She moaned as she took him in her mouth, lathering him up with her saliva as she sucked.

He grabbed her by the hair, and he threw his head back, licking his lips.

Cam fondled his balls gently as she pumped him in and out of her mouth.

"Fuck." he muttered, combing back his falling curls.

She took his cock out of her mouth, spitting on it and molding her hand around the tip, stroking him again as she grinned up at him. She then teased his slit with the tip of her tongue.

He couldn't take anymore. He shoved her away from his cock, on her back. He took ahold of her left leg, propping it up against him and he straddled her other leg and entered her once more. He held onto her thigh and fucked her hard and fast.

"Mmm, fuck! Timmy!" she yelled as she was being rocked by him.

It was a wet sticky mess between them, he slipped in and out of her effortlessly. He slapped her on the right tit, making her yelp softly. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." he huffed, putting a hand on her ribcage for leverage and he drilled into her with deep, fast strokes.

Cam panted, put her hand to her clit and rubbed out her orgasm as Timmy shoved his cock all the way inside of her and came himself. She let her head crash back against the pillows, riding out her second orgasm, feeling his cum filling her up.

He leaned over her kissing her passionately, laying his hand on her neck. He tried to steady his breathing for a moment.

Cam relaxed, stretching out her whole body and getting comfy.

Timmy put his hand on her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, moaning idly as it hardened against his tongue. He then popped off of her tit, then slapped her on the nipple.

"Ah!" she whined, "Timmy." she said looking at him with a frown.

"Hurt?" he asked, smirking as he lay down with her.

"No." she shook her head, letting him pull her close.

They lay there silently for a little bit, he gave her some forehead kisses and she ran her hand mindlessly over his abs.

"I'll get something to clean you up with." he said, pecking her lips.

“Why thank you.” she said with a giggle.

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Cam invited Nova over to hang out at the mansion while Timmy took Hayden to a Knicks game. She was extremely nervous to hear from Timmy how the evening went with her ex boyfriend. But she was glad to have her best friend over to her new home for the first time.

“AHHHH! This place is insane!” Nova cheered upon entering the Chalamet house.

“I know.” Cameron said hugging her.

“Where is he? I want to meet him, the man that stole you away from me.” Nova said lightheartedly.

“Oh, he’s getting ready to leave. We can go say hi real quick.” Cam led the way to Timmy’s room.

“Only if master says it’s okay.” Nova teased.

“That’s not how I meant it, he’s not like that.”

Timmy was pulling a shirt on when they approached the threshold of his bedroom.

Nova nudged her friend and smirked at her upon seeing his bare back.

“Stop it!” Cam whisper screamed at her, tapping her arm. “Hey, Timmy, Nova’s here.”

He turned and looked over at them, “Oh, hey. I’m glad to meet you.” he came over and offered his hand to her.

Nova took his hand, “Is this how you introduced yourself to Cameron?”

Timmy’s smile faded, he cleared his throat, “Not exactly.” He took his hand away from Nova, saying, “Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to be late.” He kissed Cam chastely on the lips.

“Bye, good luck babe. Enjoy the game, at least.”

"Yeah, I'll try." Timmy said, sarcastically. "You ladies have a great night, I'll see you later."

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Later, Cam and Nova were watching a guilty pleasure type of romantic comedy when Timmy came home. Cam looked up at him, and she saw reddish-purple marks on his eye.

"Oh shit, Timmy what happened?!" she asked, worried that he was seriously hurt. She got up from the couch and went over to him, cupping his face in her hands.

"It's fine, I'm fine." his insisted, "Hayden punched me. But that was it, he was fine after that. He was cool throughout the whole game."

Cam sighed in relief, "I guess he just had to get it out of his system. Still though, I'm sorry, baby." she delicately ran her thumb over the bruise under his eye.

"Nah, I had it comin' anyway." Timmy admitted.

"You're not wrong." Nova chimed in.

Timmy and Cam both shot their gaze over at her.

"Thank you, Nova." Cam said, rolling her eyes at the obvious, but unnecessary comment from her friend.

"Sorry. I'll leave now. Give you two some alone time." she said, gathering up her things.

"Oh, you don't have to go just because I'm here. I can leave you guys alone." Timmy insisted, making a move to leave the room instead.

"No, I'll go. I'm tired anyway. Have a good night." Nova smiled, gave Cameron a little kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Once Nova was gone, Cam placed a kiss on his cheekbone where the bruise had started to form.

Timmy kissed her lips, sliding his arms around her waist. He groaned tiredly into her mouth.

"Mm," she pulled away, pecked his lips lightly, then put her forehead on his. Her hands on his shoulders, she said, "Come on the couch with me."

She took his jacket off, tossing it onto an accent chair before taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch. She sat down and let Timmy lay his head in her lap. She ran her hand slowly through his hair and massaged his scalp with her fingertips.

Timmy hummed softly in response and closed his eyes.

She spoiled him for a little while, massaging his head, drawing her fingers along his facial features, and playing with his hair.

He kept his eyes closed, nearly falling asleep on her.

Cam stopped what she was doing and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Timmy opened his eyes and caressed Cam's face lovingly. "You kill me." he whispered.

She smiled at his little remark. "I'm proud of you for tonight."

"Yeah, you were right. He deserved an apology."

"Did he seem okay? Like is he still pretty angry?" she inquired.

Timmy got up and sat next to her on the couch, "I mean, he seemed fine, after hitting me of course. I don't know the dude, so I don't know what he's like normally or when he's pissed off."

"Hmm, I find it hard to believe that you couldn't read him, I mean, you're an actor. Don't you know how to read people to determine their mood?" she pondered, condescendingly.

"What do you want me to say, Cam?" he snapped, "He wasn't exactly thrilled to be around me. I stole his girlfriend for God's sake."

She sighed, "I don't know. I just feel bad for him."

"I did what we thought was best, I don't know what else I can do."

"I know, I know. It's just that Nova and I talked about it tonight and I think that I should talk to Hayden."

Timmy frowned, "What? Why?"

"Well, because, Timmy, we were together for two years. Hayden and I went through a lot together, we know each other's families." she turned to look at him, "That history doesn't just go away because you want it to."

"I don't think you should see him." he shook his head, getting up from the couch and walking away.

"Timmy," she followed him, "I don't care what you think. If I wanna see him, I'm going to see him."

He turned toward her in the hallway, "I just don't like the idea of my girlfriend having a little get together with her ex, that's all. Call me crazy." he huffed, going to his bedroom.

"Why, you think I'm gonna fuck him or something?" she egged him on with some vulgarity as she entered his room.

He scoffed, "I don't know this guy, Cam. I don't trust him."

"I want closure with Hayden, I don't care what you say." she said defiantly, crossing her arms. It was true that she wanted to close the Hayden chapter of her life, but more so, she wanted to force Timmy to tap into the jealousy that was flowing through him.

"Whatever, babe." he said, sitting on the bed facing her with a tired sigh. He clearly was still not approving of the situation.

"And anyway, if I want one last fuck from Hayden, then so be it. You don't own me, Timothee." she dared. She really didn't mean a word, she wanted to ruffle her man's feathers.

He shot daggers at her, his lips pursed up and he stood at once, making his way to her in a flash. He pushed her up against the wall, his forehead firmly against hers. "Oh yeah? You want to fuck him?"

Cam smirked, "Maybe." she shrugged. What a lovely game.

Timmy grabbed her hair harshly, getting in her face as he spoke, "I would never tell you what to do, Cameron Reese, but that is a big. Fucking. No." He put his hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt, "These," then he moved a hand down to her crotch, running his fingers along her clothed pussy, "and this, are now only for my eyes." He put a hand around her throat, "And my hands. Got it?"

He was fuming, and Cam was so hot. "Oh yeah? You think so?" she bit her lip. Her pussy was throbbing.

"Yes." his green eyes were burning into her. He was riled up too. All they needed was a certain look between them, and they both silently knew that this was just dirty foreplay.

"Can you prove it?" she chirped.

With that, he grabbed her, taking her to the bed and stripping her naked. He fucked her from behind, making her grip his bedsheets for dear life. "You're all mine, you fucking whore."

"Ah!" she cried, moaning uncontrollably into the mattress as he drilled her.

"No man will ever feel this pussy but me." he growled, grabbing her ass firmly with one hand and spanking her hard with the other.

"Ow, fuck!" she whimpered, biting her lip. She moved her hips back at him.

"Yes, just fuck yourself on my cock, filthy bitch." Timmy stopped moving, letting her throw her ass back on him. After a moment, he pushed down on her back, shoving her onto the mattress. He kept his hands on her lower back for anchorage, eventually grabbing her wrists, bounding them behind her and fucking her harder.

.........

"That was fun." she said with a giggle as they had settled in for bedtime, "You can be so mean, love it." They were still naked, but exhausted. He put his arm around her and she cuddled up to his chest.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that." he laughed as well and kissed her forehead. "I'd do anything when it comes to you."

She kissed him, sliding her hand up his chest, and placing it on his jaw. "You're my special guy." she cooed.

He smiled softly, "And I trust you, Cam. I know you don't need my permission to see Hayden, but I want you to know that I trust you."

Cam wasn't ready for certain words just yet. She couldn't put a permanence where she wasn't ready to. But she hummed a sweet little note in response. She was happy to hear his words. Closing her eyes and laying on his chest, she fell asleep listening to his heart beating.

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your eyes on me (i think i'll cause a scene) | 1,658 | BackyardOwl

Summary: Chrissy drags Eddie to a basketball game, where they end up seated next to a hottie and his bored girlfriend. Then the kiss cam settles on them, and things get interesting.

feel the beat within my heart | 1,859 | wearing_tearing / @wearing-tearing

Summary: “You’re wearing leather pants,” Steve says, feeling like he’s having a stroke. Eddie drops his arms to his sides and frowns at him. “Are you having a stroke?” “No,” Steve replies and then corrects himself. “Maybe?”

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me | 1,915 | indelicate / @steddielations

Summary: “Is everything okay?” Steve offers gently, “If you need to borrow some money or use my washer or something then—” “No, no that’s not it,” Eddie shakes his head, “I don’t need anything like that, I swear.” “So then… Why do you keep taking my clothes, Eddie?” Eddie lets out a small laugh, almost sad, a little bitter, “You’re really gonna make me say it, Harrington?”

Rental Return | 2,087 | zade / @racetrackthehiggins

Summary: Two hours. Two entire hours Eddie had been sitting outside Family Video with his hand caught in the video return slot, waiting for anyone to show up and open the fucking store. His fingers felt swollen and were throbbing but his rings were caught on the slot and his fingers were trapped clutching the copy of This Is Spinal Tap he had been hoping to return on his way to school. And now it had been two hours, Eddie was late for class, and he had to fucking piss.

Deaf to the Dead Man's March | 2,685 | Carerra_os / @jellyfishloveletterghosts

Summary: Eddie uses his song to bring the crew of a passing ship to their end, his song doesn't reach them all and he goes to investigate.

devil made me do it (gotta admit i had fun) | 2,847 | grumpyhedgehogs

Summary: Eddie returns as Kas the Betrayer, fully under Vecna’s control and hellbent on destroying Hawkins. Unfortunately for Vecna, Steve Harrington intervenes.

APPLEJACK | 2,979 | kocasoda / @kocasoda

Summary: “Alright, Harrington,” Eddie says appreciatively. "But I still don't believe this vampire thing. Robin,” he calls to the comedy section, “I’m calling your bluff." "How much?" "Five bucks." "Deal. Show him your teeth, Steve." “Hey,” Steve objects, “I'm worth way more than five dollars.” "Sure you are." Eddie reaches out and grasps Steve’s jaw. “Now let's see those pearls."

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i'm feeling devious (you're looking glamorous) | 3,127 | fivecenturiesverse

Summary: Steve Harrington is secretly a nerd. He's also, in Eddie's opinion, a massive dick. (Or: five times nobody but Eddie believes that Steve is a giant nerd, and one time he tells everyone else.)

Four Seasons In One Day | 3,452 | beetlesandstars / @beetlesandstarss

Summary: Christmas, Steve decided a long time ago, sucks. Being the only one in Hawkins without a family to celebrate with sucks. So, box of cookies in hand, Steve knocks on Eddie Munson's door.

Hey Santa | 3,598 | ThirdEye1234 / @thirdeye1234

Summary: “So if you’re feeling generous . . .” Eddie leans in closer, one hand coming up so his fingers are brushing the bare skin of Steve’s neck and his lips are grazing Steve’s ear—or they would be, if the stupid Santa hat wasn’t in the way. Steve can’t decide if he’s relieved or disappointed about that. “ . . . I wouldn’t be opposed to finding a gift-wrapped Steve Harrington under my tree come Christmas morning.”

your flames are flames that kiss me dead | 4,156 | fivecenturiesverse

Summary: Five times someone (mostly Eddie) kisses Steve and one time Steve kisses Eddie.

Shovel Talks | 4,397 | unkreativstermensch / @unkreativstermensch

Summary: “Oh,” Steve says. Then again, “oh,” a little quieter. His expression changes; from confusion to something pained almost. “Mr Munson, I don’t…” he takes a deep breath, his voice a little shaky as he continues. “I don’t think he…I don’t think he likes me like that.” He doesn’t say “it’s not like that.” Neither does he say “I’m not like that.” That’s the first thing Wayne notices.

if i was brave (i'd climb up to you on the mountain) | 4,485 | hexiewrites / @hexiewrites

Summary: Eddie Munson just wants to go for a walk with his daughter. That shouldn't be too much to ask. Unfortunately, Eddie Munson is a klutz. Luckily, park ranger Steve Harrington is nearby to help out.

always ten feet below (and just out of reach) | 4,954 | stellarpoint (pettifogger) / @heybluechild

Summary: Steve’s door is still cracked open, but he opens the window anyway. Cool air rushes into the room, along with the general smell of Eddie: cigarette smoke, cheap body spray, and maybe just a little bit of weed. If Steve gets butterflies just from that, he’ll never admit to it. “What the hell are you doing?” he whispers. “What do you think? Rescuing the princess from her tower.” Steve stares. Eddie grins. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.” Steve’s stare moves into glaring territory. “Okay, seriously, you gotta let me in. My hands are going numb, man. If I fall through this window, someone is going to call the police and I’m for sure gonna get arrested.”

Roll for Initiative | 5,081 | alchemystique / @alchemistc

Summary: He nearly gets away with it, is the thing. Three sessions in and the kids haven’t realized the BBEG isn’t the tarnished knight with the swooping hair and the stupid dad jokes they groan at every time. They still think the wizard leading them towards imminent destruction is on their side, and as his reluctant hero of an NPC warns them to be wary even Will the Wise rolls his eyes and misses the opportunity for a perception check that barring a Nat 1 would have, at the very least, told them that one of them wasn’t to be trusted. He’s not even trying that hard to hide the incredibly obvious parallels – the courtship the knight had once had with the sister of Wheeler’s paladin, the reluctant way he continuously steps in when the party gets themselves into a hairy situation, the incredibly obvious boner Eddie has for this stupid character he’s created solely for the purpose of a reveal he both does and does not want them to discover early on.

a cinematic vision ensued (like the holiest dream) | 5,226 | fivecenturiesverse

Summary: Eddie and Steve have been spending a lot of time together since Vecna. They're co-parenting kids, getting high every night, and sleeping in the same bed. They basically share a wardrobe too. He thinks this is dangerous, its like they’re married, the casual sharing of intimacy, this space between them which feels like something and nothing all at the same time. He thinks it’s dangerous for him to pretend Steve sees it the same way, that one day Steve’s droopy, kind eyes are going to see right through him and he’ll lose this. This being a side of Steve’s bed that is his, a nightstand where his rings always pile, a draw of shirts in Steve’s bedroom that only Steve uses. He can’t lose it, so he shuts his mouth, turns out the light, and watches the slow breathing of sleep fill Steve’s chest.

i saw you coming and i heard not a thing | 5,815 | ships_to_sail

Summary: For the first two-thirds of his life, Steve Harrington has perfect hearing, even if no one around him would believe it. And then Steve Harrington starts getting hit in the head. A lot.

Home Economics | 6,177 | peaktotheocean / @peaktotheocean

Summary: The girls of Hawkins High thought it was cute that Steve Harrington took Home Ec. All the guys thought he did it just to get the girls. Steve Harrington signed up for Home Ec because he hadn't seen his parents in a few weeks and he was getting pretty tired of Pop-Tarts.

Invitations | 6,902 | nbfutureboy / @futureboy-ao3

Summary: “Uh, Steve? How do you know my Dungeon Master?” “Uh, Dustin? How do you know my radio room janitor?” Eddie retorts, pointing at him with an accusatory fry.

the beginning of a bad joke | 7,083 | alligator_writes / @riality-check

Summary: At the beginning of his rant, lecture, whatever, Hottie stares right at him. He has a really intense stare. Pretty brown eyes set in a prettier face with even prettier hair on top of his head. Eddie gets distracted by all that pretty and by trying to make his point. And he doesn’t notice until halfway through that Hottie isn’t looking at him anymore. He’s looking at his friend. Eddie looks at her, too. Looks at her confused and focused expression. Looks at her hands moving rapidly. Oh. G-d. Hottie’s deaf, isn’t he?

You know you're just my type | 7,287 | liionne / @liionne

Summary: "It’s like he can’t help himself.” She says around a scoop of Double Bubblegum. Eddie always chooses the worst flavours, but that still isn’t going to stop Robin from nibbling away at his complementary banana split. “He’s a compulsive flirter. It’s weird. I’m worried for him.” “I’m not.” Eddie sighs softly, kind of dreamily, propping his elbow on table and resting his chin on top of his open palm. “It’s special when he flirts with me, though, right?” “Don’t flatter yourself.” Robin snorts.

everybody else (everybody else looks like they’ve figured it out) | 7,570 |stellarpoint (pettifogger) / @heybluechild

Summary: Eddie knows he’s rambling, but once it’s out there, he can’t take it back. He’s freaking out about Steve, but it’s about everyone who came before him, too—about Maggy McInnis and her friends laughing at him in the hallway, every teacher who wrote him off for not being able to sit still and turn in his homework, and every friend who got sick of him for not listening and showing up late. Steve hasn’t had a chance to get close to Eddie, and Eddie doesn’t want to run that risk. If Steve gets too close to him, he’ll see that Eddie’s brain is all scrambled up, and he won’t want him anymore. Eddie likes Steve right where he is, and he doesn’t want to lose that by being too much. And Eddie is always too much.

i'll kiss your mouth, and you'll be better for it | 8,520 | cpressmn / @shesapeachsconebob

Summary: “Why didn’t either of you tell us you were dating?” He looks so hurt and indignant in the way only Dustin can, and maybe it’s not too late to run out after Steve and make their case for the beers again if it means the kid’ll stop frowning and looking at Eddie like that. It takes a minute for his words to sink in. Eddie blinks. “What.” “What do you mean, what? You kissed!” “No, we didn’t,” Eddie scoffs. Except, yes, they did. Realization crashes over him, the force of it stunning him into silence. Steve kissed him. On the lips. Like it was nothing, like it was something they did every day. And Eddie hadn’t even blinked or shoved him away or registered it at all, just returned the kiss and went right back to bossing Steve around, as if the whole fucking thing was the most natural thing in the world. Fuck.

Bracing For Impact | 9,195 | writersagainstwritersblock

Summary: Wayne watches as Eddie falls hopelessly in love, with of all people, goddamn Steve Harrington.

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Summary: Book recommendations are Steve's least favorite part of the job, until he starts getting recommendations back from a mysterious guest. Their notes back and forth quickly become Steve's favorite part of the month, if only he could meet the guy he kept confiding in.

‘cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run | 9,308 | stellarpoint (pettifogger) / @heybluechild

Summary: Realization #1: Steve is wearing a costume. He’s dressed as Springsteen on the cover of Born In The U.S.A. The album cover is staring at Eddie from the stack of records by the speakers, and he flicks his eyes between the cover and Steve, almost laughing at how obvious the resemblance is. Immediately after that, revelations two and three slam into him like an eighteen-wheeler. #2: Bruce Springsteen is kind of hot. #3: Steve Harrington is really hot. A fourth and much louder thought echoes through Eddie’s brain: oh, shit.

chat with you, baby (flirt a little, maybe) | 11,706 | desiccatedwithering (acornsofthemind) / @acornsofthemind

Summary: “Hey, shitheads!” Steve “the hair” Harrington barks, looming in the doorway like a monster from the Abyss. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Get your asses down to the gym right fucking now.” Eddie gapes. First of all, the audacity— Second, he’s never been much for physical fights, but if this douchebag thinks he can bully any of Eddie’s kids, he’ll have to go through Eddie first. “Let’s go! Move it!” Harrington snaps, making an impatient gesture down the hall.

Blooms of the Darkest Garden | 12,711 | tminuseternity

Summary: Steve is going to die. And because this is Hawkins, a town with an alternate dimension right up its asscrack, he isn't going to die in a normal way. No, instead he's going to die because he can't stop coughing up the most disgusting combination of Upside Down gunk and...flower petals? What the fuck is happening to him?

Operation: M.O.F.F.S | 16,843 | morna_mena

Summary: “Our friends are being mean.” Will jumps as El lets herself into his room and drops onto his bed. She doesn't look at him, arms crossed and frowning up at the ceiling. “Umm. Hello. I see you are upset so I won’t complain about the not knocking thing. Again.” She blinks and finally looks over at him with a small pout. “Sorry.” He shakes his head, smiling fondly, “It’s fine. Why are our friends being mean? What did they do?” El lets out a puff of air and returns to the staring contest she had been having with the ceiling. “They are being rude to Steve.”

The World's Most Metal Soulmate Tattoo | 17,272 | A_Pirates_Love_For_Me

Summary: After everything is over with Vecna, Eddie Munson notices the experience left him with an unexpected mark. A soulmate tattoo. Something about the experience had changed him enough that he now has a perfect match. And well, whoever the universe decided was best represented by a baseball bat filled with nails was probably a good guy to have around in a world where the things that go bump in the night turn out to be real.

In Your Peripheral | 17,788 | dynamitekid

Summary: Look, Eddie was a simple man. He wanted simple things. And if a simple man glances up while making his way back along a tabletop after he gave a —quite frankly, riveting— monologue against compulsory sports, and see's the sight that is Steve Harrington wide eyed, mouth parted, with a strong blush spread over his face… then the simple man is falling right back under the spell. Luckily, he doesn't actually fall. Mostly just stumbles a little while getting back to his chair.

it's his party (and i'll fall if i want to) | 25,411 | formosus_iniquis / @formosusiniquis

Summary: “Who invited us to this party anyway?” "Well I invited you," the ‘you should know this already dingus’ hangs in the air, not needing to even be said, "and Steve invited me." "Steve?" She nods, but even death couldn't stop him now, "Harrington? Steve Harrington? King Steve? Steve "the Hair" Harrington? Steve "Big House, No Parents" Harrington? Steve "Sex God" Harrington?" "I am certain you made at least those last two up. Yes, Steve "Lady Killer" Harrington invited me to his party." "Are we about to be Carrie'd?"

Down in a Dead Man's Town | 27,853 | holyfudgemonkeys (erraticallyinspired)

Summary: When Steve nearly runs over Will Byers on that fateful night in 1983, he doesn’t expect offering him a ride home would result in both of them being hunted into another dimension. Surviving there is hard. Adapting to normal life again is even harder. His old self settles like an ill-fitting suit, and there’s no room for nightmares and fear and his new bond with Will in it. As he struggles to find a new normal he can live with, Steve finds himself befriending a bunch of kids and maybe (definitely) falling in love with a local weed dealer.

I've been trying to figure you out, tell me then would you lend a hand? | 31,268 | eloquent_fairy

Summary: “So, tell me what’s so great about Harrington, then.” He doesn’t really know why he says it, it’s not like Eddie cares about the old King of Hawkins High; Steve Harrington is an asshole. That’s just a fact of life. The sky is blue, high school is pointless, Steve Harrington is a dickhead. But Eddie likes this kid, likes all of them actually. Dustin turns to look at him, a small smile on his lips, his eyes softening, and bingo.

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tomatoswup · 1 year

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Hello, cam I ask for something small for Vash and a reader who's a bit of a good marksman and knows their way around distance weapons? Theyre nothing crazy like his abilities, but they can make those trick shots of paper balls into garbage cans from across the room (and often do to impress him). Hope I'm not being too vague! Thank you!

A/N: shooting bullets??nahhh we shootin baskets☝️☝️☝️,,,somethin light-hearted for the faint of hearts hehehe thank you for the request anon😌 and i hope you enjoy!

"Are they gonna shoot?"

"Oh my god-"

"Please don't..."

"DON'T DO IT!"

A force of nature. You never really got use to being called that, after all you weren't really as good like him.

But with all the trouble that came along, what else could you do but keep shooting?

Keep yourself alive. After all, that rifle on your back carried you a long way, alongside the deserts that surrounded you, your grip on its trigger had practically etched itself into the wooden build of its own existence and with many other weapons you’ve held out in these plains.

Just one target.

And all you needed was accuracy, and a bulls-eye.

Breathe.

You kept your hand up, holding a careful stare on your target as the hot sun shined down on your head. The pocket watch hanging from your jacket sounded out its clicks at every second as you felt your feet slowly sink into the sand.

All you had to do was keep it steady...Steady now..

Unwavering from the whispers around you, you didn't dare move an inch until the wind stopped blowing. If you did, everything would've been for nothing.

And as if the world had heard, pleaded with you one more time, the wind died down to a stop, for just a moment,

Everything went still.

"Now." And with a flick of a hand, you felt the object fly from your grasp and right into the small bin that stood a bit away.

"AWWWW!!!" Groaned out a small fraction of the kids that were around you, the rest of them cheering at the perfect shot you made into the public garbage can.

"LOOKS LIKE CHAOS STRIKES AGAIN!" You comically laughed out, kids squealing around you as a little brown-haired boy jumped out infront of you "WE WON! NOW YOU NEED TO GIVE US BACK THE BALL OF JULAI!!"

You couldn't help but stifle your chuckles at the little feud of roleplaying the kids were doing. It's been a while since you've had some fun away from any trouble.

To be honest, it actually felt..refreshing!

"ENTERING THE ROBOT!!" The crowd of kids screamed as you glanced to the side when they scattered, eyes meeting orange sunglasses and ridiculous spiked hair.

Decided to join in on the shenanigans too huh?

Maybe the paper ball trick worked...

Oh get real, something like that would never work.

You let out a big sigh as Vash ridiculously made his way to your side, exaggeratedly stomping down on the ground "HERE TO SERVE!"

With a kid hanging off his shoulders, the group of older kids continued to taunt the younger ones with a red ball in hand.

"Ain't that something." You chuckled, watching on as Vash playfully saluted out right next to you before the kids detached themselves from him and ran around. Giving him a moment to drop the facade, Vash leaned down to your ear, shooting you a cheeky smile, different from the serious face he had on just a second ago.

"Nice shot!" He whispered to you, a hand cupping the side of his mouth.

Oh! He saw that?

You mimicked Vash's movement and also leaned over to whisper along "Oh pfftt that's nothing~" You waved shyly, letting out small laughs as you tried to ignore the setting blush of red on your face "It's just some paper that's all!"

"Well for just a piece of paper that bin was pretty far away!"

"Beginners luck I say...But.." You leaned in closer into Vash's face as you put gentle hand on his shoulder, making him wonder what else you were going to say, what you wanted to say.

"I can make two paper balls go in at the same time-"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" He whisper-yelled excitingly, momentarily looking back at the bin that you made your shot in.

"YES! TWO HANDS AND ALL!"

Okay maybe you were going a little overboard...Nahh~

"AHEM!" Coughed out a small voice, making the both of you turn dramatically to see a small girl with braids looking up at the both of you.

"Which one of you knows how to breath fire?"

...

"Uhhhhh..." The two of you stared at her dumbfounded at the question before simultaneously pointing at each other at the first thought.

"They do." "He does."

Maybe you should try shooting more paper balls from now on...

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danosrosegarden · 1 year

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helloooo!!!! :3

so i had this idea pop in my head and i would love to see what you do with it!

So basically edward most certainly has an account on onlyfans to see women on there i just feel it in my bones, but anyway his favorite account on there is the reader’s….and let’s say one day she just randomly moves in next to him? he’s freaking. the. FUCK. OUT. i mean his favorite onlyfans model moving next to HIM?? oh he’s creaming his pants forrr sureee, anyway she’s just the sweetest person ever and interact with him (and he’s just there profusely sweating like “she’s talking to me???”) whenever she’s lucky to get to see him come out of his apartment like for example he’s leaving for work and she’s making her way outside aswell to run some errands, and the more they’re getting close and being friends she invites him to her apartment for food or drinks and he’s just flipping the fuck out because he loves her (and her OF content) so much, and that leads to smut 🤭

and i dont know maybe…. one day he could appear in some of her OF content….. if he wanted to of course

anyway have an amazing and lovely day/night!

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Girl Next Door - Edward Nashton x Camgirl!Reader Headcannons (NSFW)

Contains: descriptions of masturbation and camming. Also, a jealous and somewhat delusional Eddie.

Note: return of the camgirl! I truly love this dynamic. I know this concept has been done before with Eddie, so I tried to be original as could be.

♡ "Excuse me, sir? Could you lend a hand for a moment?" Edward's blood runs frosty, his limbs frozen solid as he watches you struggle with your boxes in front of your apartment door. The contents inside clatter about in loud cymbal crashes. There's no fucking way.

♡ The shine coating your hair is the same shine he's seen late at night on his laptop. The curves of your hips are the same curves he's got his eye on as he pumps his cock with a tight grip. The curl of your pouted lips, the bat of your long lashes, hell, the sparkling color of your nails...it's really you, isn't it?

♡ It takes every fluid ounce of strength flowing through his body for him to not jump for joy. He was on his way to the store, but groceries could wait. "Uh, yes, of course," he coughs, scrambling to help hold the boxes.

♡ "Thank you," you say. "I'm new to Gotham. You're actually the first person I've really interacted with." Oh, how heartbreaking. A sugar-sweet angel like you shouldn't have to have her blood pumped and tainted with the filth of this city. If only I could find a way to protect her...to hold her close to me, then nothing bad could happen...

♡ As it turns out, you live two doors away from Edward. You offer a warm smile as you enter your apartment and close the door. Edward nods and rushes back to his own place, instantly peeling his pants away and frantically pulling out his cock. He's grasping at the faint notes of your perfume still swimming around in his nostrils.

♡ Regular porn didn't do it for him. Everything was so...stiff. The moans pouring from the women's mouths reeked of plastic. Fake. That's what it all was. The concept of paying for what he liked seemed more appealing. After all, these were real girls in the comfort of their own homes. Real pleasure. He liked seeing that.

♡ It didn't take long to find you...and he was smitten. You were a real life doll, overflowing with enchanting beauty, soft skin dripping with grace. Your moans were luscious and candy-coated. And besides all that, he could tell you were really enjoying yourself each time you appeared on camera. Oh, how he wished he could hear those groans in person and feel them dissolve on his tongue. How he wished he could just reach out and touch that smooth skin, tug on that soft hair...and now you were here. It felt like a fluffy-clouded dream.

♡ He imagined it with his eyes squeezed shut and his fist gliding up and down, his cock throbbing and glossy with precum. You would invite him over for dinner one night. After all, he was the only person you knew in Gotham. Something about that excited him. You would open the door and Edward's breath would snake out of him, floored by your bewitching allure.

♡ The night would wax and wane to the tune of wine-soaked laughter and stolen glances. "You're so cute, Eddie!" you'd say. "I just want to eat you up!"

♡ A breathy whimper slid from his mouth as he pumped faster, thinking of how small brushes of the hand would turn into grazing up and down his sensitive sides. How that would morph to the shedding of clothes, the soft click of kisses, the candied sound of your moans as you slid down onto him.

♡ He was always jealous of the comments you'd respond to while playing with yourself. Every "you're so pretty" turned his blood a deeper shade of furious red. Each "I want to fuck you" made his heart race with rage. You were supposed to be just for him. His little secret.

♡ "Mine," he growled lowly, tugging desperately, feeling his high draw closer. "Mine." Maybe one day you'd let him come on camera with you...then he'd really show those pigs what they could never have.

♡ Hot cum wept from his tip as his breath hitched in his knotted throat. He did feel a twinge of guilt rip through his organs for a split second afterwards...you had barely spoken two words to him, and here he was, leaking all over his clenched fist from the thought of you.

♡ He couldn't afford to wallow in his pathetic disgrace for too long, though...he had a mission now. It was time to make his dream girl his reality.

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friendamedes · 8 months

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locked tomb fic, to be updated whenever possible.

ao3. alt.

RATED T:

the same mistake: campal slice of life, 2k.

drama in the library consumes palamedes, and camilla gives him a manicure to make up for it.

my love, i am the speed of sound: campal relationship study, 15k.

In which Camilla is upsettingly prone to injury; Palamedes experiences his first fictional crush; wounds are tended; childhood honor is defended; research is conducted; and baths are taken. (Or: a 5+1 exploration of Camilla's various scars, from Palamedes' perspective).

leftovers: corona pov campal, 4k.

Coronabeth Tridentarius observes, waits, and wants what she can't have.

hold close & snug: campal fluff, 1k.

Unfortunately, Camilla has morning plans.

intricate rituals: campal slice of life, 5.7k.

Palamedes attempts to convince Cam to pierce his ears.

the hands that beckon: cam-centric campal, 3k.

Camilla Hect takes a bath, thinks about the Warden, and has an awkward conversation with Nona.

some moments last forever: pyrrha pov musing on cam's suicidality, background campal, 3k. part one of a series.

A post-Nona no-Paul AU.

a white and soundless place: nona pov campal fluff, 2k. part two of a series.

Nona has a nightmare and seeks Camilla and Palamedes' comfort.

as in a mirror, dimly: campal, 2.5k. part three of a series.

Some time after his resurrection, Cam wakes Palamedes in the middle of the night.

grasping organ: griddlehark post-canon AU, 3.7k.

Gideon and Harrow discuss her newfound state of being (dead), the weather (rainy), and their relationship to each other (honestly, who knows).

something about mouths: campal pre-canon fluff, 2.6k.

An attempt is made.

snip snip: gideon/cam university AU, 2k.

“Uh,” she says. She traces her fingers down the curve of her own skull, brushing through her neglected undercut. It's getting way too long. “If you have time this afternoon.” “I do.” “Could you—if you’re down—” Cam quirks a single impatient eyebrow. “Shave my head?” finishes Gideon, her words running into each other anxiously. “Please?”

RATED M:

not quantum physics: campal demi4demi headcanon, 4.6k.

It becomes obvious to Palamedes that he approaches relationships differently than his cavalier. Cam entertains a lady friend. Juno hosts office hours. Internal Affairs does not yet secure their comeuppance.

introductions: reader/abigail/magnus with a healthy helping of worldbuilding, 4.8k.

Your relationship with Abigail changes. You can't help but get a little nervous.

kissing lessons: campalnona That NTN Hand Kiss But On The Mouth, 16k.

PALAMEDES SAYS A BAD WORD - NONA VISITS THE LAUNDROMAT - CAM DOES A CROSSWORD - EXPERIMENTING WITH BRAIDS - SOME KISSING - PYRRHA FINDS OUT - THE JOYS OF ICE WATER

Consensual Workplace Relationship: campal pre-canon fluff, 2.8k.

Tipsy closet makeouts. That's it. That's the fic.

put your sweet lips (on my lips): jodybeth pre-canon practice kissing, 4k.

Judith attends Coronabeth's eighteenth birthday party. Coronabeth tells her a secret, and together, they do their best to remedy her problem. Judith is repressed. Coronabeth is not.

Curtain Call: whumptober campal & campyrrha, 2k.

The Sixth's Grand Lysis goes wrong. Pyrrha Dve is left to pick up the pieces.

RATED E:

move (like grey skies): campal dom/sub, 10k.

“I have been,” says Palamedes crisply, the minute Camilla enters the apartment, “a very bad boy.” Cam spares him a side-glance, a flick of brown eyes toward him as she sets down her bag on the kitchen chair. She looks unimpressed. Her bangs are glued to her forehead with sweat; her tank top clings to her skin, soaked through the back. The line of her sports bra is clearly visible through the fabric. “All right,” she says.

taste your beating heart: campal somnophilia, 5k.

Cam is still asleep when Palamedes wakes up. He takes the opportunity to adore her.

A Titty Nature: camgideon, 1k.

Kissing, et cetera.

Standard Procedure: campal medical kink, 3k.

In the end, Cam doesn’t wear a nurse’s outfit: she borrows a white lab coat from some unspecified department, ties up her hair into a short, bobbing ponytail, and clips a pen to her breast pocket. She is wearing a pair of reading glasses that sit low on her nose—Kiana’s, Palamedes thinks, but he’s not certain. The whole of this does more to him, vis-a-vis the situation in his trousers, than he’s willing to admit.

Look At This Photograph: camgideon, 10k.

Cam's other girlfriend, a hobbyist photographer, enjoys taking erotic photos of her when she gets the chance. Gideon wants in.

C. familiaris: harrow/alecto petplay, 4k.

“Yes,” says Alecto. She speaks with a strange cadence, a sort of half-nervousness that sparks somewhere beneath Harrow’s sternum. “I have been an abomination, and I have been a human girl—I would like to be a dog.”

fearful passage: kiriona/ianthe necrophilia roleplay, drabble.

Ianthe and Kiriona play a game.

What the Doctor Ordered: campal genderfuckery, feat. transmasc pal in a femme nurse's outfit, 5k.

Palamedes gets a package.

Good Girl: tridentariicest petplay, 1k.

Coronabeth is Ianthe's big dicked bimbo puppy. Ianthe's into it.

the soft animal of your body: camnona omegaverse, 3k.

Nona goes into heat.

#i didn't like how the old one was formatted so i redid it - apologies if i'm clogging anyone's dash #quinn txt #the locked tomb #my fic #pinned

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And now, an initial scattering of thoughts on the following topics. Spoilers all the way through:

On Alecto, John, Humanity, and Love

On Pyrrha’s parental instincts and Nona’s honesty impulse

On Kiriona’s body and the Corpse Prince

On Lyctorhood, Paul, and Kiriona

And also on Lyctoral research and duties

But actually they’re almost all love.

Also, look, I’m just riffing. These thoughts are in no way tidy, but maybe they are fun, especially as jumping off points for later. On Alecto, John, Humanity, and Love

“John loved her. She was John’s cavalier. She loved John. For she so loved the world that she had given them John. For the world so loved John that she had been given. For John had so loved her that he had made her she. For John had loved the world.” (471)

“all the ones I touched, all the ones I loved… they stayed [incorruptible]” (76)

“I needed my loved ones to be something I could touch… needed them to be my hands… my fingers…” (435)

“And she’s scared to die. You’re afraid of so many things, but she’s only afraid to die.” (434)

“Pyrrha, he laid me down as an appeasement to them; he fed me as an appeasement to them; but he has never appeased me, and now all he has done was teach me how to die” (476)

Love! It’s all about love! It’s all, all, all about love. Before John grasped the soul, there’s a degree to which love is what powered his abilities. The Earth/Alecto loved John and he loved her and thus he was chosen. John’s love for “the only people he [needed]” preserves them. Love is a core ingredient to the magic happening in these books (see Paul in subsequent sections), and the element that gets misshapen in John’s pace of vengeance, in the lyctoral process. The Earth taught John how to love and John taught the Earth how to love in turn. (The trillionaires did not.) John loved and was loved by his friends. Somewhere in the multi-millennium quest for revenge, John has forgotten. Love has become warped. (See my post on violence and imperialism from a hundred years ago; it was also about love.) I think you have to thread this together with Mercymorn’s assertion that Alecto could never pretend to be human. (Curious still on Augustine’s claim that John made her worse!!) And contrast that against how, as Nona, Alecto very much did learn how to be human. Down to the minutiae. & that she was retaught love from Pyrrha and Cam and Palamedes and Hot Sauce. Which perhaps speaks to Mercymorn’s own awful personality, but also to whatever happened in those intervening years. How John forgot how to love, and his lyctors forgot how to love, and that changed Alecto in turn. Put that too, with John has only taught her how to die, has removed her last fear. Look, I’m just riffing here, I have no conclusion, but hey. Terrified for you Mr. Gaius. Terrified for the ways love mutates and permutates in these novels.

Pyrrha’s parental instincts / Nona’s honesty impulse

“a soft, guarded want; a hunger – a living desire to take the corpse [Kiriona] in her arms… To own, to squeeze, to cosset and destroy.”

“Did you think this was fun Pyrrha Dve? Did you this was lovely? Family. Blood. Together. Kiss, kiss. A Child’s game. You say nice words and everyone pretends they are the words you say. Here is a house. We ‘live in it. Worms slithering over each other… Did you like playing pretend? Did you like being mother and father? You should have given into your desires and eaten us. Chew and swallow. More Natural. Would have respected you for it…” (413)

“But I’ve loved you—in a better world I’d be able to say, ‘Like you were my own,’ but I don’t know what that would even mean anymore.” (420, Blaze it)

“If Wake had just asked me, I might’ve done it in the first place—died here, with her, for this…” (471)

If we were keeping a tally of how many times Pyrrha speaks in a parental or domestic register around Cam, Palamedes, and Nona, it would decimate her ass jokes counter. It really would. Pyrrha Dve wants to be a parent so bad. (“Why did you bring the [baby]?” @ Wake) It is wonderful and tragic. It also sets up that incredible moment in the end, where Alecto/Nona’s inclination to see and speak the truth becomes something nasty (something we might understand Augustine and Mercymorn, duplicitous sluts, fearing). Alecto unmasks something true and awful about Pyrrha, the brokenness, the remnants of lyctorhood, the way that process, and being an agent of the empire have warped her. Even her love for Wake is laced with violence, is entangled with mutual theft, destruction, and harm. (Is Alecto speaking a truth or simply a truth Pyrrha believes/fears about herself?) Pyrrha knows enough to know lyctorhood is not love, but she is embedded in its patterns, she is or fears herself to inextricable from its impulses. And yet when she dreams of an end, a happy ending, the fulfillment of the love that left her brokenhearted, she dreams of suicide, mutually assured destruction, martyrdom – it’s still a sort of lyctorhood, by another name. Is this compatible with something generative and regenerative? How does this live alongside the deep desire to foster something new? How does it consume it? It's also such a delicious twist in the “found family” trope, I wrote, and then Tamsyn went and said it explicitly: “they are a found family, but I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that in the last movement of the book Nona questions what that even means—their motives, what they all truly wanted out of each other, their pretenses: are they a family, or are they all just a psychosexual mess of roleplaying and bad meals?” Well, exactly. How much can Pyrrha change? How much do Nona and Cam and Palamedes change her, really? Tamsyn Interlude It was exactly here that I looked up and saw the TorDotCom interview and particular where Tamsyn Muir says: “That’s the part I had fun with—what love, in its purest and most messed-up forms, looks like between these people. In a way Camilla, Palamedes, Pyrrha and Nona are love’s dress rehearsal for the last book. You have not begun to see the horrors of love.” God. (Whose love will be the most horrible? John’s? Alecto’s? Harrow’s? Cassiopeia’s?? As always, I want to eat it.) On Kiriona’s body and the Corpse Prince

“He’s made a revenant out of you.” (369)

“My father has made my body’s bones denser than titanium plex… My father has made my skin turn away bullets. I am the perfect sword hand and the final expression of the art of the Nine Houses. Don’t you get it? I am the Emperor’s construct.” (373)

“It was in Kiriona’s every movement—the bright, swift flexions of her arms, and the way she swung her legs, big and brash, and the weirdly easy, light grace which she moved her dead body. / Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole life. It made her nearly afraid to die.”

“I’ll be his cavalier. I’m the First. Hell, I’m his child and heir… [John] said me with my blood could do it [kill Alecto] – said me with my blood, I was the only one…” (468-9)

“It didn’t feel good… Fuck… Why didn’t it feel good?” (473)

God. Obsessed with this. Obsessed with John inadvertently bringing new life into the world in the most literal way (procreation), if via the most unique procreative attempts perhaps ever conceived, but then fixing it immediately to a perfect/dead (synonyms here, within John’s empire) body. If it feels like a riff on lyctorhood, well of course it is: “The final expression of the art of the Nine Houses” is not in fact lyctorhood, a living soldier, but a dead and sentient weapon. Gideon! Every step of her life has brought her deeper and deeper into the logics of the empire. She has been promoted at the cost of her life, two times over. I’m intrigued by the joining, here, of Gideon’s sadness and deadness with a lightness of being, a weightlessness. I am sympathetic and enamoured with Tamsyn Muir for fulfilling Gideon’s own desires for love, parental love in particular, self-knowledge, and revenge and how it isn’t fulfilling, how it’s used to turn her into a very literal tool, yet another sacrifice. (Love, here, is still warped.) The pivot towards a blood-right, a birthright, the idea that somehow Gideon’s blood gives her power and purpose is such a chef’s kiss rendering of some of the unpleasant logics John is using to mobilize Gideon, and the ways those promises are empty, deceitful, and isolating.

On Lyctorhood, Paul, and Kiriona

“I think a true Lyctorhood is a mutual death… A true Grand Lysis, rather than the Petty Lysis of the megatheorem” (291)

“… but the soul longs for the body, Nona. Even a fucked-up soul…. even a soul that’s been changed forever. It takes a lot to acclimate a soul to a body it wasn’t born in, if that original body’s around for it to miss.” (355)

“It’s not love, what you’re about to do. It’s not beautiful and it’s not powerful. It’s a mistake. We didn’t even do it right… we were children—playing with the reflections of stars in a pool of water… thinking it was space.” (420) Possibly one of the most beautiful lines in this whole book.

“So there was another way, Sextus, after all,” [Ianthe-in-Naberius] murmured… “But there are more worlds than this. Come with us. We are the love that is perfected by death—but even death will be no more; death can also die.” (424)

In my liveblogging, I almost completely bypassed Paul, because I don’t know how to talk about them without the aforementioned context. I’m not sure how I feel about Paul! How I feel about a mutual death being an answer, a better if imperfect method of lyctorhood. There’s something very compelling about trying to trace a distinction, if any, between martyrdom and sacrifice and not stopping (Pyrrha, Camilla) and choosing to stop, to let go, and if that choice to stop facilitates a different kind of rebirth or the production of new life. (See earlier liveblogged comments of Camilla-in-happiness and Camilla-in-grief.) Is there something to Camilla’s moment of finally letting go? Of losing herself alongside instead of on behalf of Palamedes and fostering, together, something new. Obviously, I’m cribbing language that encompasses biological reproduction, but this motion is hardly exclusively biological. Tamsyn’s TorDotCom interview frames this as rebirth. I think the Locked Tomb shows us a whole host of ways we can or cannot care for each other, in different generative way, and a real host of parents who try to abort, weaponize, or destroy new life at any terms, all in service of loftier goals. Paul reframes this. It seems, I admit, a little neat, a little vague, but I’ve perked up at the idea of it. (And if/how Paul is sustained?) And the way Paul begins to shift us from consumptive traditional lyctorhood (Ianthe, etc.) or the further weaponization (awful word I know but) of younger generations (Gideon, by way of all her parents). And in a dead kingdom, new life – free, new life, life acted in service to mutual love – is so scarce, the shift is one to keep an eye on. edit: See Tamsyn explicitly calling John’s empire a deliberate, static society focused on a singular purpose! (I know, I’m redundant here!)

Lyctoral Research and Duties This is me simply collecting the quotes of what each lyctor did in terms of research and combat because… I love these terrible war criminals, I suppose.

“It’s a shit version of Mercymorn’s old entropy trap,” said Pyrrha. “Not half as good.” (356) Mercymorn stays winning. I remain obsessed with the that Pyrrha “trepanned Cris, who loved it” Dve and Mercymorn “yelling, screaming, throwing up” Nolastname were apparently very close collaborators

“Anastasia’s tripod principle. Body plus thalergy, but no soul, is basically a very weird vegetable.” (362)

“… would’ve taken Cassiopeia and Cyrus and Ulysses and Cytherea just to keep [Ianthe] in hand…” Notably, all of the lyctors who were not even on the board to begin with, when Ianthe ascended. (362) Obsessed, of course, with Cytherea mentoring Ianthe though.

“We’d need a Lyctor to lead it away…preferably with two other Lyctors to engage it in the River… You want Cyrus, Augustine, Cassiopeia… You want Gideon the First and Gideon the First is dead.” We are inclined to believe Cyrus is the bait and Cyrus and Augustine are the ones engaging in the river, based on speciality.

“You can’t spoof this. Cass and Mercy and I worked on cell thanergy.” Girlpower. Girlbosses. Girls-I-Love. You co-publish that ethically dubious paper, I love you.

#nona the ninth #ntnspoilers #nona spoilers #the locked tomb #alecto the first #m: tlt meta #m: nona liveblogging

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