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Prince Sebastian 👑 [♡]
#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#mydrawings#i hate drawing lace T_T#the reference's top was a lot more lacy but i said fuck it#i rly just wanted to draw more jewelry LOL and i thought the jacket was rly cool#i was playing dragon's dogma 2 but it made me dizzy so i went back to drawing
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cw: dom!reader, fem reader, mommy kink, degrading, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), slight mind break, reader is a lil manipulative. just a bit. probably had errors
summary: you find out while on another blind date with one of mina’s friends that kirishima is just the man for you. he wants to be used, and you’re more than willing to use him.
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“fuckin’ mina. i’m gonna beat her ass.”
this wasn’t the first time your best friend has tried to set you up with one of her friends. and honestly, knowing her, it more than likely wouldn’t be the last time, either. “but he’s so nice” she’d promise, or “she’s just a little shy,” and perhaps the most common line of “you just have to be a little patient with them”
patient my ass.
your damn patience was beginning to run thinner and thinner the longer you sat waiting at the table for your date to arrive. you’re used to mina’s friends not being the most punctual, but to not show up at all? it was almost insulting. here you were, taking the time out of your busy day to spare some of your sweet time with some rando and—
“hey there, beautiful.” your eyes quickly tore away from the spot you’d been staring at for the past few minutes during your internal rant. part of you wished you hadn’t, because you damn near stopped breathing. typically, you’d never allow a man the satisfaction of hindering you speechless, but fuck. the man before you stood tall and strong, the white fabric of his dress shirt clinging onto his muscles in the most delicious way possible. his hair was slicked up in a style that you could only describe as goofy, and his smile? it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but to toss away the piping hot insults you’d been preparing to shoot his way.
“sorry i’m late. was searching all over town to find these for ya. i know mina said they were your favorite, and well—“ pulling his arms from behind his back, the red-haired man handed you a comically large bouquet of flowers. were they your favorite? no, not at all. but you couldn’t help but to be flattered anyway. “had to look all over town for them. turns out they’re actually pretty hard to find around here. can you believe that?” he chuckled to himself as he scratched at the back of his neck. an unfittingly cute gesture for a man of his build.
you grin sweetly as you grab the bouquet from his large hands, setting them down on the table in front of you and batting your lashes. “these are very beautiful! thank you so much, ...um?”
mina always purposely hid the names of her friends away before setting you up, mostly in fears that you’ll end up googling them and find some not so pretty things, just as you had that time when she tried to set you up with katsuki bakugou. (you noted to yourself that day, stay away from him at all costs.)
“ah- eijirou kirishima!” he filled in for you and held a hand out for you to shake. your eyebrows shot up in realization, leaning forward a bit on the table to shake his hand. you don’t miss the way his eyes shamelessly drift down to your cleavage when you do so. the sight made you laugh.
now you saw why he seemed so familiar at first glance. you’d heard mina talk to you about him on numerous occasions. big, handsome, and dumb. that’s how you’ve always perceived him from listening to her stories and descriptions. and if there was one thing you actually enjoyed about a man, it was how simple they could be. perfect for a woman with your desires.
you open your mouth to return his introduction, but he’s already cutting you off with perhaps a little too much eagerness. “and you’re y/n? did i say that right?” he quirks an eyebrow. “uh- i may have asked mina about you already. a lot.” he flashed you a sheepish smile.
talking to him felt like being a kid in a loaded candy shop. he’d be in the palm of your hand in no time.
the rest of dinner went on moderately better than your previous experiences with these stupid dates. kirishima was a bit of a talker, but you didn’t mind listening if it meant you got to watch the way those puppy dog eyes lit up a little more every time he’d begin telling you a story from his hero work (turns out you were just really behind on the latest hero news), only to quickly become side tracked by one details of his story and trail his way to another mini rant.
finally, you figure you’ve had enough of him rambling. it was time to cut to the point. “does it get lonely?” you asked him suddenly, trying your best to hold in a smile at the way he looked at you confusedly. “i mean- not really? i’m a hero so i’m with people all of the time-“ “that’s not what i meant, red.” hearing you refer to him by his hero name sent visible chills down his spine. just the effect you were wishing to have on him. something about your change in tone knocked him from a highly energetic and charismatic sweetheart, to a blushing and stuttering mess who suddenly couldn’t sit still in his seat. and from just one question, too?
he was almost too good to be true.
“no? i-i mean, yes but... i dunno. i’m busy a lot, a-and i don’t really have time for... yaknow.” “what kind of women do you like? in bed, i mean.” you managed to knock his brain around for a second time as he fumbled around his head for an answer.
“i-i guess it depends?” “hm? what do y’mean?” the way he continued to respond to your nasty questions had you licking your lips. you wanted him. badly. in the most selfish ways possible.
“depends on what the chick is into. i mean- they usually like when i’m on top. but..” you don’t respond this time. instead you look at him expectantly and wait for him to continue his previous statement. something about seeing such a grown man grow so embarrassed that quickly does something to you.
“i guess i wouldn’t mind... having someone take control for once?”
everything from that point felt like a blurred flash. you quickly abandoned the bouquet and called for the bill (which he so generously covered for the two of you) and were stumbling out of the door in no time, speedily walking all the way to your humble apartment. the door had just swung open when you were already shoving him inside.
kirishima spent nearly the entirety of the walk psyching himself up for this. did you know he wanted to experiment with this? had mina told you? how would mina even know? did he even really want this? because by the way he was struggling to catch his breath and connect dots in his mind, maybe he’d gotten too far ahead of himself.
but it was too late for that now. you’d already shoved him all the way down the hall, into your bedroom, and onto your bed before he knew it. you were fierce and impatient. and honestly? he found it quite intriguing.
“red...” you drew him back from falling into his thoughts once again, dragging your knuckles across the rough skin of his cheek. “i said, are you sure you want this?” and he swears he’s never nodded faster in his life, already grabbing onto your waist and hoisting you onto his lap. “yes! yes, i’m sure. please y/n?” and with that, a thread in you snapped.
you pushed him roughly until his head rested comfortably against the pillows, muttering a quick ‘stay’ as you began to fumble with his belt. you’d barely even touched him, yet he still lied staring at you with those same big adoring eyes. he was just too cute for his own good.
it made you want to wreck him.
you practically ripped away his pants and boxers before gently palming at his cock. you had expected him to be big, but not this big. he was long and thick, your hand barely managing to wrap completely around it. wordlessly you crouched down and pressed a gentle peck to his swollen tip, the precum that’d gathered there now sticking deliciously to your lips.
kirishima was getting so restless above you that you could’ve mistaken him for a virgin, hands fisting at your sheets with countless pleas tumbling from his lips. “so impatient, cutie. dont you want to be taken care of?” “i do! i do!” it seemed as if he was completely unashamed of how desperate he must’ve looked right now.
but rather than provide the sweet sweet release you knew he was craving, you tsked and backed away from his cock. much to his disappointment. “you know something, red? i didn’t take you for the selfish type. want me to make you feel good when you haven’t even touched me yet? and i thought you were a gentleman...”
kirishima thrashed below you, fingers digging hard into your hips. “i’m a gentleman! i’ll be a gentleman! i promise!” his lip wobbled cutely. you almost felt bad for having to deny such a pretty face.
almost.
he observed closely as you leaned back on your knees, sliding down the straps of your dress and tugging until your lacy bra was revealed to him. you were going to be the fucking death of him. you couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the way he eyed your chest. “i’ll tell you what.” you said as you reached out and pressed a finger under his chin, forcing him to meet your intense eyes.
“be a good boy for me and maybe, maybe, i’ll let you touch. deal?” and kirishima nodded giddily. truly an obedient little thing, he was.
you gave him a large smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before patting him on the cheek, moving up to straddle his face and... shit. you weren’t wearing any panties under your dress. the smell of your arousal right in front of his face nearly made him overload, wanting nothing more but to bury his face between your legs until you’re heaving and begging for a break. but he had to be good for you. wanted you to rake your fingers through his hair and call him your good boy while he plays with your pretty tits.
“well? dont you want a tas—” you gasp when his mouth is suddenly on you, every sense of restraint abandoned as his tongue slid across and pressed against your poor clit. it was messy, no real technique behind his frantic movements, but he still had your eyes crossing and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head as ear muffs, his fingers squeezing and prodding at the flesh to keep himself grounded.
the sounds that came from your cunt and his mouth were embarrassingly lewd, the sound of his slurping making your entire body go hot. you were so close to losing your composure and letting him have you the way he wants, but you couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. not when you’ve been craving this for this long.
“kiri..” you couldnt tell if you were whispering or yelling at this point, brain all scrambled from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. you nearly doubled over from the vibrations of the small ‘hmm’ of acknowledgment he gave you. your fingers tangle themselves in his stiff red locks, holding his face still to allow you to grind yourself on his mouth just the way you wanted.
your breath hitched in your throat each time his nose bumped against your clit, his tongue buried deep in your hole as he was desperate to taste all of your juices. you could already feel your orgasm creeping up on you..
“oh, shit! just like that. good- fuck! such a good boy” the praise sends him into a frenzy, now using the pad of his thumb to rub viciously at your clit as his tongue fucked into you so nicely.
“‘m cumming, cumming, oh my god!” you’re hunched over now, eyes screwed shut when your orgasm suddenly rips through you. kirishima’s tongue continued its assault on your spasming pussy, the overstimulation becoming almost unbearable. you tried everything to get him off of you to make it stop. tugging his hair, lifting yourself up- but nothing seemed to be able to separate him from you until you literally shouted his name.
he released you in an instant and allowed you to back away to fully take in his form. everything about the sight was downright sinful. your juices covered the entire lower half of his face, and his hair remained matted with sweat against his forehead. and most delicious of all? he still looked hungry. you nearly said ‘fuck it’ and climbed back on top of him again...
but he needed to be punished.
and it seemed that he knew this too, because the moment your eyes met he was already begging for mercy. “‘m sorry! p-“ “i thought you promised you’d be a good boy? yaknow, i’m not exactly a big fan of liars, red. how could i let you have me when you can’t even follow simple instructions?” he’s silent at this point, eyes glued to the ground with an unreadable emotion splayed across his face.
you huffed as you climbed off of the bed, standing on wobbly legs with your back turned to him. you shook your head as you quickly slid your dress back into place. you originally planned on leaving it at this and sending him home, and perhaps you’d consider giving him a second shot if he begged you pretty enough. but kiri had other plans.
he wasn’t quite sure what came over him, but when he realized that you were planning on leaving him like that he couldn’t help but to jump up, gripping onto your waist once again. “kiri! what are you doing?” “please.” he whimpered into your ear, hard chest pressing into your back and his painfully hard cock rutting against your ass.
you probably would’ve collapsed right there if it weren’t for his tight grasp. “please don’t leave! ‘m so hard for you. want you so fucking bad. i’ll do anything, just- please let me cum. mommy.” the word rolled off of his tongue so sweetly, so heavenly, you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving him back onto the bed and tearing off his shirt.
you licked your lips when he was left completely bare to you finally, hand already working at pumping his cock. “suck a dirty boy. men like you are scum, you know that? getting so upset that you didn’t get your way after being so disobedient? i should tie you up and edge you for the rest of the night just for that” he began to mindlessly shake his head, muttering quiet a ‘no, no..’
“however,” you began to drag your fingernail across his chest, playing with the hairs that rested there, “think i’m gonna let it slide this time. well, only if you thank me properly..”
“thank you mommy!” the way there wasn’t even an ounce of hesitation or shame in his voice had you clenching around nothing. denying him any longer was beginning to be just as much torture to yourself as it was to him. biting down on your lip, you grabbed his cock and started pressing the tip to your entrance.
you began to feel as though you’ve managed to completely break him, watching as he continued to sputter out ‘thank you’s even as you struggled to take his cock in your dripping cunt. the stretch was nearly unbearable at first, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.
you weren’t going to stop until you knew you’ve completely broken him down into a blubbering mess for you. until you were the only thing he could think of. until you had him quivering and begging just for you. the thought of making him into your slave had you bouncing on his dick with energetic vigor.
kirishima was a sight to behold, too. eyes crossed and occasionally fluttering shut, panting like a dog as every bit of his stamina oozed out of him and he had to hold himself back from cumming too quickly.
at one point you caught his eyes glued on to the way your covered tits bounced while you rode him, still clad in your tight dress. you smirked devilishly before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra, tugging it down with the dress once again and toying with your puffy nipples for his viewing pleasure.
that seemed to be the final straw for kiri, as he was now bucking up into you like a horny mutt. “gonna cum so hard, mommy. please let me cum in you. g’nna fill you up so good. wanna make you a mommy. i want it- i want it- i want it...” with all of his babbling you weren’t quite sure if he was aware of what he was saying right now, but the lewd words still had you spiraling closer and closer.
“cum in me, baby. be a good boy for mommy and give her your babies, okay?” you told him as you gripped his face in your hands.
and like the obedient little thing he is,, he did exactly that.
thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.
#kirishima smut#bnha smut#mommy kink#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#i’m so sleepy jesus#glad i’m finished doe#my hero academia smut#.chiyo’s works#.chiyo’s works bnha
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Other side of him
I wrote another fluff/smut for you guys. it’s nothing much but I just wanted to post something out. Hope u like it thooo. some parts were @fullweaselbandithero ‘s idea. Thank you bb! <3
19. “God, you are so fucking cute.”
32. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”
gif not mine. credits to the owner
Arón x reader
Standing in front of the mirror, your hands run from the curves of your waist to your hips, you wore a simple black strappy straight neck bodycon dress, examining yourself, quite undecided weather to wear this or the one hanging on the side of the mirror.
“Which one do you like?” you asked your boyfriend who’s about to lose his shit, growing impatient. You can tell by the way his leg bounced up and down, looking at you sternly while you get dressed. He was supposed to pick you up at 7pm to attend his friend’s party. It was now 7:15pm and you haven’t decided what to wear yet.
“Arón?” waving at him holding the spare dress on your other hand.
He hummed. Confused look plastered across his face, not a single clue on what you calling him out for.
“This one?” you pointed on the one you’re already wearing. “or this one?” you waved the dress you were holding.
He didn’t answer. He just kept on looking at you with his chin on top of his fist and his elbow rests on his knee.
You laughed a little. What is up with this idiot. “Baby, if you don’t help me choose, by the time we get to the club, all your friends would be drunk as fuck”
He then stood up and walked closer to you. his gaze never leaving you. “Try this one. Let’s see what it would look like on you” he pointed to the dress hanging on your hand.
You let out a small “okay” as you turn around to face the mirror again, hanging up the spare dress just to take off the one you’re currently wearing. Your innocence never once questioned his reasons even the looks he was giving you until you grab the hem of your dress and pull it up over your head. Exposing your black lacy underwear. You then saw Arón from the reflection on the mirror, bit his lower lip trying to stop a smile.
“You little shit!” you exclaimed as it all hit you. The silence and the looks he was giving you had a reason. You turned back around to face him and threw the dress you just took off right on his face. He wanted you to try the other dress just so he can see you naked.
He burst out laughing now. Unable to control the laughter he’s been holding the second you grabbed the hem of your dress.
“hmm. I like this better” he was still laughing but the look on his eyes gave it away. Your boy is horny. Again. He walked closer to you and pulled you to him by the waist. You were pressed against his body now. You weren’t wearing a bra and you were lying if you say the feeling of your boobs touching directly against his shirt didn’t turn you on because it definitely did specially if you can feel his cold silver chain necklace hanging around his neck against your skin.
“Umm Piper, just in case you forgot, we have a party to attend” you cleared your throat. Getting nervous as the tension built up not that you didn’t want to fuck him. You do, but you’re also dying to get some alcohol down your system. You then pushed him off of you and proceed to wear the black dress you were wearing moments ago. You liked it anyways.
“Such a tease” he murmured while smirking.
“Horny avatar!” you spat back as you finished getting dress and put on your heels. You and Aron loved teasing each other, throwing comments and insults like little kids. You didn’t mind it since you both knew your limitations when it comes to the insults.
“Take that back Y/N!” he then slapped your ass and grabbed your hand as he led you out the door. You just gasped in return at the sudden feeling of his hand colliding on your ass.
“Really? You gotta touch a fine lady on her bumbum?” giving him a sad look that’s obviously fake. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” you continued to half rant.
Arón on the other hand, being Arón, he didn’t say a word he just chuckled. He slipped his hand on your back gliding up until your neck which by the way sent you chills all over your body, and stopped when he reached the side of your head, pushing it closer to him so he could give you a kiss on the side of your head.
“That’s all I get? Really, Arón?” Now, you really are sad. Not to sound clingy but you missed your man. You both quarantined away from each other but facetime everyday and once the quarantine is lifted, he starts going to clubs and beaches. Of course, he had asked you to come but you refused saying there’s still a virus and it isn’t safe. Arón on the other hand being the stubborn ass that he is, still went and you were never the type to restrict your boyfriend on things he wanted to do but now that he’s back, all you wanted is to spend time with him.
Just before you both reached the door, he stopped, leaned his head down to your level and gave you a kiss on the lips. It was one of his passionate kisses. He was never the one who gave little pecks. The man mastered the art of kissing like he’s making up for the time you weren’t together, a reminder that you’re his home and a promise that it’s you who he loves dearly. He pulled away smiling down on you while you smile back at him with cheeks blushing. You were so happy you skipped away to the door until the parking lot like a little school girl, his hand intertwined with yours. He laughed at the sight of this and shook his head. Probably regretting the fact that he’s dating a grown ass woman with a 10 year old child inside of her.
The second he starts to drive away, you zoomed out. You always loved car rides more than the destination itself. The feeling of sitting comfortable on the passenger’s seat while your boyfriend plays his jam and softly sing along to it gives you the happiest feeling. Not to mention your amusement every time you look out the window and enjoy the view; the streets, the people walking around and the sky. The smile you had on your face slowly disappeared as you heard Arón announced that you arrived to your destination.
You frown a little, confused. It didn’t look like a bar. You turned your head around to the driver’s seat only to see it empty. He was already walking around the car to open up the car door for you. damn this boy for making your heart flutter every time he gets the chance. You happily got out of the car and he immediately took your hand in his.
“Where are we? I thought you said-?
“Shush. You’ll see” he cut you off and shoot you a wink.
He then led you inside the building into the elevator and pushed the button for the very top floor. Only to reveal this (see photo below)
photo not mine. got it from pinterest.
Your mouth hung open once you had a glimpse of it. On your mind, it was still his friend’s party you’re going to and not to this, leaving you confused. First of all, how can a fancy building have this garden set up in its rooftop, second, where is everybody? And lastly, Arón really did this for you? you love the boy dearly, and surely, he does love you as well but he was never the romantic type. Your dates are mostly just dinners or drinking at the bar or staying home for a long cozy night but never this.
“Close your mouth, baby I just saw a flying insect flew in.” he laughed while he touched your chin with his thumb. He then led you further and into one of the seat. “Sit” he demanded
“Asshole!” you muttered. Tears of joy starts to build up in your eyes. You felt like you were the luckiest woman ever. “You didn’t tell me you were setting me up with your friend for a romantic dinner” you joked.
He laughed loudly this time. “You’re crazy! Why would I give you away to somebody else. Huh?” He grabbed the remote on the nearby table and play the movie he chose the night before.
“So, no? Damn, I’ve been eyeing Marco for a while now” He quickly snapped his head back at you, glaring. The look on his face made you burst out laughing. It was a mix of shocked and jealousy. You can’t believe he bought what you said. “Gosh Arón, I was just kidding. I’m yours” And pecked him on the cheek which seemed to work since his facial expressions softened. “But really, No Marco tonight?”
He rolled his eyes at you “Not funny” and exhaled a little “hmpf” then pouted at you. Pouting men should be automatically kissed right? And so you did. He refused to return the kiss at first, cos you know people with Aries star signs are fucking stubborn but not for long as you tried to deepen the kiss by licking his lower lips and that’s when he finally gave in. He parted his lips slightly enough for you to insert your tongue in his mouth as his danced along with yours. His hand traveled down your thigh caressing it with his thumb. He was about to slide his hand inside your dress when you heard the elevator open and made you both pull away.
You watched as the waiters served your food along with your favorite wine. You both giggled at each other embarrassed that someone caught you during an intimate moment.
“Did you like it?” Arón asked you referring to his surprise.
“I loved it” you grin back at him “You rented the whole floor?”
“Yeah, so you wouldn’t whine about the virus. I can’t have you spraying alcohol at random people!” he said shaking his head before taking a bite on his food.
You spent the whole dinner talking about random stuff trying to catch up on each other’s lives these past few months. You love listening to Arón’s stories, your favorite part is when he’s telling you something funny and he couldn’t even finish the sentence ‘cos he’s laughing too much which cause you to laugh as well. The sound of his laughter completes your day, you love making him happy and he sure does make you happy as well.
“Did I tell you, you looked beautiful tonight?” he said while wiping the side of his mouth with a napkin. “god, you are so fucking cute.” He shot you a cheeky grin.
“Did I tell you, thank you for this” motioning around the place “and that I love you so much?” you challenged back.
“Yeah, you did. But I believed the word you used was ‘asshole’” He laughed to himself as he stood up and walked over to you side asking for your hand. “and I love you more”
“What, now?” you looked up at him, not sure what he wanted you to do.
He scrunched his face at you trying to suppress another laugh. “Y/N, has no one ever asked you to dance before?” this sassy ass will be the death of you. He wiggled his hand in front of you asking you to take it. you did. He led you to the middle of the floor, his hands on your hips and yours around his neck. You both swayed slowly, enjoying each other’s company while the cold air of the night softly blew into your skin. There’s no music playing, all you can hear is the sound of your breaths, your thumping hearts and the faint sound of the movie playing on the background. This was all new to you and it kept you wondering what has gotten into him to do something this special. You’ve been with Arón for more than a year now but you never seen this other side of him before.
“What’s up with you? are you breaking up with me?” you blurted out of nowhere. His gestures tonight made you overthink. Is he doing this like a goodbye thing? Just to leave a good memory?
He looked down at you with eyebrows furrowed. “No, where did that come from?”
“uhh, nothin’.. it’s just.. you’ve never done something like this before. It makes me wonder” you shrugged. Your arms tightened around his neck afraid he’ll slip away.
“Exactly. That’s why I’m doing this” He gave you a reassuring smile. “’’cos I’ve never done it before.” He caress your cheek with the back of his fingers, staring deep into your eyes. “I feel like I haven’t done enough for you yet.” He brushed the tip of his nose on your forehead first before placing a kiss on it.
Your heart was beating so fast and hard you feel like Arón can feel it through his chest too. Butterflies in your stomach are too much for you to handle. This man makes you feel so much emotions to the point that your knees get so weak and you suddenly forgot how to breathe. You stared into each other’s eyes for a while before you tip toed and reach for his lips, giving his pouty ones a kiss it deserved.
Arón pulled away after a while just to press his face at the side of your head and whispered “Let me show you how much I love you” before kissing your exposed neck, his fingers played with the strap of your dress while waiting for your answer. This simple gesture was enough to make you wet.
It took him a soft nod from you to pull down the strap from your shoulders and kissed the skin below it. your hand gripped tightly at the back of his neck as he lightly sucked the skin on your shoulder and giving it a kiss before moving to another spot and repeat the same step, earning soft moans from you.
His huge hands traveled from your hips to your ass and taps it lightly. It was a signal for you to jump onto him. You obeyed. He walked toward the nearest couch and laid you there. He kissed you in every part of your skin that’s exposed; your face, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands up to your legs. Arón lifted your dress up but you stopped him once the cloth reached your stomach.
“Someone might walk in on us, baby.” He nodded in understanding and let the dress sit up to your stomach before discarding your panties. Revealing your already dripping pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me” Arón muttered at the sight. The feeling of his hand touching your thighs is enough for you to moan out his name. you reached for his shirt’s button one by one opening it. your hand automatically went to touch his chest, your fingers tracing his sun and moon tattoo.
“Arón, baby please” he smirked knowing you’re just eager as him. Reaching for his pants button, he quickly opened it and pull his trousers down along with his boxers. He went back to hover over you pressing his lips on yours leaving wet and hard kisses.
“Arón, please.. please..” he always make you beg when making love. Fucking Aries. Always the dominant one. You tried to thrust upward to meet his rock hard dick but he moved slightly away from you.
“Not yet baby” he said in between kisses. You of course didn’t like this and whined. Once he heard this. He covered your mouth and quickly slammed into you making you scream. Thankfully, Arón’s hand was on your mouth making the sounds muffled. He didn’t move an inch until you moaned. It was his way of knowing that you had adjusted on his size already.
He started slow movements, pushing in and out of you gently making you both moan in unison. Arón was now thrusting at a steady pace. You loved it. it’s been a while since he fucked you like this. It was always hard sex or the needy sex. Soft Arón turned you even more than the wild version of him. He thrusts into you a few more times before sitting up. He was still inside you when he snuck his arms under your back pulling you into sitting position in a swift. The sudden movements made you moan out loud as he shot a cocky smile towards you.
His smile was replaced with an O shape and pulled his head back, grunting as he felt you clenched around him. “Ride me Y/N”
You did as you were told. You moved up and down on him slowly like he did to you. his name rolled out of your tongue over and over again getting louder in every thrust. He pulled down your dress a bit further to reveal your right boob. He then wasted no time and put it in his mouth. Nipping and sucking on it. while his other hand reached to grab your left boob. You felt your orgasm building up. Arón must’ve felt it too ‘cos your thrust are getting sloppy.
He stopped what he was doing and left you a wet kiss on your lips. “I’ve got you baby” he then lied you back down on the couch again. He positioned himself and pushed your legs wider apart before gripping on your waist and start pounding into you. hard and fast. You held tightly on his forearms like your life depended on it. your moans turned into screams not once caring if someone heard you.
“I’m so close, Arón” you reached for your clit and starts rubbing it in circles. Arón saw this and slaps your hand away, taking over for you so you can go back to gripping on his arm.
“That’s it baby, come for me” Arón grunts and pursed his lips together. Quickening his pace. The sight of him with little beads of sweat forming in his forehead, grunting and moaning your name drove you straight to orgasm. You came. Arón not long after you. screaming each other’s name.
He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His head laid on your chest as you both catch breaths. Both of your chest heaving. You rest your chin on top of his head, your hand running softly against his hair just above his neck. Enjoying the view. It was nice to make love under the night sky with the boy you love with all your heart.
“Let’s go home, princesa. Let me fuck you properly.”
Ohhh and the night is not yet over.
“so, more surprises for me huh?”
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The Second Incident (Kids, Monsters, D&D and Adults, Part 2.) (Part 27.)
Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.
Part Summary: As October came by again, your traditional family vacation did as well. And just like the last year, the things were about to go downhill. Yet that year, Hopper wanted to make sure you’re completely out of the game.
A/N: So, season 2 is here! We’re getting extremely close to bad Russians of 1985 and I’m getting more and more anxious about this fic.
Word count: 4.2 K
Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove @missdictatorme (CHECK HER OUT, SHE’S SO LOVELY)
Master list: H E R E
The fourth of July at your parents’ was exquisite - you always had the greatest view from your garden and that year was no exception. The most exciting part was to shoot the fireworks on your own - which was your dad’s and Jim’s job. Eleven was sitting on your brother’s shoulders while you were snuggling to Hopper in the back as you watched the colors on the sky, drinking a beer. And it was the first evening your mother wasn’t looking at you with worries. Jim and your dad made the best burgers waiting for the fireworks to start blasting, you were preparing sweets with your mom, Aiden spent his time with his newfound niece, drawing with her.
You made a pact including you, Jim and partially your mom, who, of course, didn’t have to know everything - you needed to leave Eleven at that household way more often to have some time for kinky fucking. And you definitely felt more than ready to try out new things and to deepen your horizons.
From your thoughts about all of that kinky fucking Eleven woke you up. She was standing in front of you with a drawing, looking you in the eyes.
“For you from me.” - She peeped and you patted Hopper’s ass, sending him off to the garden and you walked with Eleven to the kitchen to have some more burgers. You were hungry as hell - but suddenly, you stopped as you watched that drawing.
It was you, Hopper, her, Aiden and your parents, all holding hands. It was a drawing looking a lot like stickmen, but with some nice details - there was that big red waistband you always wore on your wrist, Aiden had Go-Hawkins-Go! t-shirt and your mom had a big smile on her lips. And on top of that, there was written 'famili’ with a sweet grammar error. This one made you smile.
“Is this for me, baby?” - You whispered, looking at her with actual tears in your eyes. She smiled, nodding at you, stealing yet another cookie from the plate on the counter.
“This masterpiece will hang on my fridge until the day I die, I swear.” - You mumbled happily, kissing her forehead and bringing her for a hug. At that moment, you got why Joyce was showing Will’s rainbow spaceship to everyone who visited Melvald’s. You were extremely proud as you watched the drawing.
You and Joyce got pretty friendly since Hopper proposed to you, honestly. You went to Melvald’s for every small thing or when you just felt the need to talk with her, sometimes even going as far to visit her place to learn to cook something really good for Hopper and Eleven.
Since the Byers disappearance incident, as everyone in Hawkins called the event, you knew that her younger son, Will, had some problems - you knew that every first day in every month, Joyce, Will, and Hopper left somewhere for the whole afternoon, but you never asked about any details. You were sure that Hopper wouldn’t tell you - he was one sly motherfucker, he would find his way to throw you off the rails.
But when you were in their house, Will was always glad to try what you’ve cooked. You talked with that boy a lot, to be honest, and you needed to say… That the boy was pretty cool, telling you all about Dungeons and Dragons campaigns, having these pop-cultural references and he liked some cool music. He was looking weird, yeah, but he sure as hell was cool. And he always said you’re a great cook, so you liked him even more.
You hadn’t got too close to Jonathan, though. Not that you were trying too hard. He wasn’t too much of a social person, so you only greeted each other when you came and never talked until you said goodbye.
“You’re leaving for a vacation? Leaving Hopper all alone here? Are you sure that he won’t starve to death or something like that?” - Joyce smiled, making the mashed potatoes while you checked on the meat put in the oven. That day, you were showing her how to make your famous meatloaf Hopper talked about all the fucking time.
“I do so every year since I was born. Plus, I think Jim can take care of himself for two weeks… Not even that long.” - You rolled your eyes, grinning ironically. - “I noticed that Will has gone to the… Somewhere you’re taking him two times since October had started. Is everything alright?” - You asked and closed the oven once again.
“He’s… Having some episodes. The doctor is saying that it’s because it’s been a year since he disappeared, something like PTSD. I’m just trying to make everything easier for him now.” - Joyce hugged herself, lighting up a cigarette, offering you one as well. You wanted to say that you know what she had on her mind, but she didn’t know about Eleven. And you couldn’t tell her no matter what. And to say that you know how does she feel because you have a child as well… That would be extremely weird.
“It will get better, Joyce. Just… Don’t lose hope. Will’s a smart kid and a fighter.” - You said and hugged her, looking at your watch, sighing dramatically. - “Holy crap, it’s this late? I need to go. The meatloaf only needs ten more minutes and it’s done. Say the boys that I hope it would taste them.”
“You better go.” - Joyce agreed and made sure that she’d at least walk you out of the door.
“I’m going to North Dakota soon, to see my grandma and family and I almost forgot about it. I haven’t even packed yet! Cooking with you always makes me forget stuff. And say hi to Bob from me!” - You giggled and ran to your car, waving at her with your purse.
“Sure. Have a lovely holiday!” - Joyce watched as you slowly left her driveway in your old car.
Cheri Cheri Lady was playing all over the forest as you pulled off in the driveway, turning the engine off. Eleven was peeking at you through one of the curtains while Jim was opening the door for you already. they knew that every time a loud car pulls off in front of the cabin, it’s you. No-one from the lab was that stupid to let the radio playing as loud as you did.
“You once forget your head somewhere, have I told you that?” - He grinned at you, kissing the back of your head as you hugged him, storming inside the cabin.
“My meatloaf is a fricking masterpiece and it needs time and patience. And patience is a virtue.” - You answered a bit ironically, throwing your stuff on the kitchen table, saying hi to Eleven with a tight hug. - “How were you, sweetheart?” - You asked with a small smile, looking her in the eyes. You did exactly as you told her - the drawing was on your fridge and you refused to take it off, having a furious motherly expression on your face when one of them touched it.
The drawing wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and these two needed to accept that as a matter of fact. You weren’t playing any games.
“Fine. I’ve helped with packing.” - Eleven smiled at Hopper, making you furrow at him. You knew she had packing all of your stuff for the vacation on her mind, but a bit of fun never hurt anyone.
“I’m taken away, Mr. Hopper. You really want me out of the house in no time, huh?” - You mumbled with faked drama, making Eleven giggle. If you had to be honest, it was extremely sweet of them to pack your stuff - Hopper knew that you’d lose the track of time as you always did, making sure that you won’t be panicking and that you would make it on time.
“And we made tuna sandwiches. For you, grandma, grandpa, and uncle.” - Eleven said seriously, taking four small bags out of the fridge. These she loved to make the most, so you just accepted it with grace, learning how to love them.
“I will all of them on my own because I’m sure they’re the best in the entire world.” - You said playfully, making Eleven furrow at you.
“You should go. You have barely twenty minutes to ride to the house even if you ride like a madman.” - Jim said, making you realize that you’re leaving again. For the last time for the next twelve days, you hugged Eleven, kissing her all over her face, making her giggle.
“You need to promise that you won’t let him starve. And to eat also normal food, not just Eggos. Make him clean up the place and you two won’t have any bad blood once I’m gone, is that clear? Or I will make a long psychological sitting at the dinner table and you both know how annoying and uncomfortable these are.” - You pointed your finger at both of them, really kissing the temple of El’s head for the last time before you left the cabin. Hopper, as usual, came out just a second after you.
“You have everything there, alrite? I packed the damn bag with the best intentions.” - Hopper leaned into the top of your car and with that, you exactly knew what did that old douchebag had on his mind.
“You packed me only the lacy underwear you like, didn’t you?” - You mumbled and looked him in the eyes, seeing his face growing into the annoying grin he used to have every time he did some random bullshit like this was.
“Maybe I did.” - Jim laughed into your lips when you stole a big, fat kiss from her.
“Joyce told me it’s getting worse with Will now. Just… Promise me that you’d call me when something fishy would happen and that you keep them safe. And that you keep yourself safe in the first place, okay?” - You hugged him, closing your eyes, thinking about all of the stuff that happened last time you left Hawkins for a vacation.
“Gonna do it, mum. Can you go already? I am a grown man, I can do it on my own.” - Jim hugged you with one hand, but he took a deep breath in and tried to relax as well. He wasn’t sure about the last thing he told you. But he needed to look brave. For real, the Byers boy was making him worried.
“Be safe. And call me.” - You said definitely, stealing one last kiss before basically jumping into the car and stormed off. Just as last year, you drove to Dakota with having Aiden in the car, taking turns after four hours of driving, having a lot of fun on the road.
For the first few days, everything was extremely hectic at Dakota, but you had fun - just as he promised, Jim called you every day around afternoon to tell you how they are doing, everyone was extremely curious about him since now, he was not only your boyfriend but your fiancé as well.
Anyone could prepare themselves for what was about to hit Hawkins that time - and it all started with Eleven and Jim having a huge argument only two days after you’ve been gone from the cabin. Since you and your family weren’t around to make her occupied, the air between them got heavier and heavier. She was pissed about Mike, about Hopper keeping her under a constant lockdown, she was just mad and alone.
So the whole cabin just seemed to explode when the rage got on a level so high that she couldn’t contain it anymore. Eleven manifested her powers since you weren’t around. Normally, when it came to Hopper and her arguing, you were the neutral one, making them sit down and talk about everything - but without you there, oh Lord. Eleven was a protesting teenage girl and Hopper had a bad temper. And the situation got worse and worse - with Hopper not making it on time on the Halloween night.
You could say that some shit went down there when Hopper called you the day after, but you didn’t make too much out of that, because you knew that no matter their natures, they could make it work again. They manage to get through more than three months without you, they could do twelve days, for fuck’s sake.
The red flag came when Hopper hadn’t called you the other day… And the day after that. And the third as well. Only if you knew… Only if you knew what was going on there. There were monsters called Demodogs running around Hawkins, set loose, Hopper had fainted in one of the Mind Flayer’s veins, the rift in the lab needed to be closed as soon as possible and little Will who you liked so much was now controlled by the Mind Flayer.
But you didn’t know that, so naturally, when Hopper hadn’t picked the damn phone up the first three days, you tried to call Joyce. But boy, oh boy, you didn’t know that fucked them up in Hawkins, having the spy inside Will realizing where they were keeping him. When you heard the line ringing, you were excited and when someone picked up, you almost started talking - just to hear some muted voices and breathing before someone put the phone down.
You tried to call the phone again - only to hear as the phone line went dead and unreachable in the next second. You almost panicked, packed all the lacy stuff Hopper had packed you and went to Hawkins to yell his bitch ass down. But then you stopped yourself.
Maybe he got too caught up in a case? Maybe something was going on and Hopper just needed to focus on his damn work for once? Maybe he was off in the cabin with Eleven? That could be true…
But you would kill Hopper first and yell at Eleven seconds if you would know that the girl left the cabin twice actually while Jim wasn’t there - first, she took a fucking hike to Hawkins Middle to see Mike Wheeler with her own damn eyes and then, she went to search for her actual mother, Terry, and a weekend trip to Indianapolis. Your little, fucking fourteen-year-old girl, went to visit Indianapolis on her own while Jim’s ass was locked up in Hawkins Lab. He knew that he would be so dead if you knew.
So that was why he called you back as soon as he got the chance, in the hospital gown with his naked ass showing its glory to everyone in the Lab. It was just about to go down - and he needed to hear your voice before everything turns to shit and before he might… No. He couldn’t tell himself bullshit like that.
“Y/N Y/L/N at the phone, may I help you?” - You asked sweetly, smiling at Aiden who was just calling you a dumb frick because you accidentally did the laundry on a bad temperature, making everything have a bad color - all of his white t-shirts were pink now, thanks to you.
“Hey, baby, it’s me. I know I haven’t called you in the last few days, but I can explain everythin’.” - The known raspy voice told you from the other end of the line and you just grinned, walking into the next room, closing yourself in there.
“James Hopper! Do you even realize how fucking worried I was? Blablabla, I will call you every day, I swear, stop behaving like my mom, blablabla. Bullshit!” - You yelled on the whole room furiously, not giving him space to talk actually.
“Hope you aren’t in Hawkins.” - He said quietly and you could hear other voices in the background. This wasn’t the office mess, as you called it - he was not in the office.
“To your luck, I am still in Dakota. Give me those reasons and maybe, maybe I won’t kick your ass when I get home. But I get to know that something’s wrong with her… God help me, James.” - You hissed when Aiden stuck his damn face into your door and you shoved him back to the hall. That conversation was very private.
“I got too caught up in a case, but I’m fine now. Will is havin’ worse and worse PTSD episodes, so that was why I was off the phone too. And she… She’s doin’ fine, okay? We’re fine. Don’t be worried and stay in Dakota.” - Jim said tiredly and you exhaled out loud. Just as always, you overreacted. They were doing good without you and they were alive and well… Only if you’d know the truth.
“I’m sorry. I just jumped to conclusions too fast. Are you sure that you’re fine?” - You whispered, being relieved. Jim hummed into the phone. This was the last shot to tell you, after all.
“I’ve missed you here, you know? And I love you.” - Jim told you with his eyes shut closed. You closed your eyes as well, nodding even if he couldn’t see you.
“I know that, douchebag. And I love you too. I can’t wait to be back home.” - You said honestly, looking at the calendar on the wall. Only two more days to go and you would be home with them again.
“Need to go now. Keep your goddamn ass safe.” - He said silently and you laughed, telling him something nasty as well before hanging the phone.
In the end, everything played out - the Mind Flayer seemed to be gone, the gate was closed, everyone was alive - and Bob Newby, the superhero, was maybe gone, but not forgotten at all. Everything went seemingly back to normal before the due of your arrival came.
Now, Jim needed to accept the fact that Mike Wheeler and the whole child gang knew that Eleven was alive the whole time and that he couldn’t tear them apart anymore. He didn’t wish her to be locked at the cabin the whole time - but at the same time, the thoughts about Brenner were on the back of his head the whole time.
Just the evening before you were supposed to come, Hopper made every member of the child gang come to the cabin. He sucked with boys at Mike’s age, but there were safety steps that needed to be taken to keep you safe. That was how he interpreted it to them once they were done with fixing the cabin up. He told them that when you were around, Eleven hadn’t got any superpowers, there weren’t and Mind Flayers, Demogorgons, and Demodogs, there was no Upside Down, there was nothing.
He sure did know that he will need to make up some other silver lining for you, but the kids seemed to respond pretty good - and they were all thrilled that every once in a while, Hopper was agreeing with them seeing El at the cabin. Well, if you’d agree with that. And, naturally, there was the whole Snow Ball thing.
When you pulled off at the driveway, you could immediately tell that something had changed about the cabin. First things first, there was no tripwire around the estate. It looked almost polished - and the curtains weren’t drawn. In fact, you could see what’s going on inside.
And even more surprised you were, when you found out that the door was unlocked - and that even if Hopper was at work, Eleven wasn’t home alone at all. In fact, you could count six children sitting around the living room, learning some English with her.
“Oh my God.” - You whispered only once you saw them, immediately thinking about Hopper just being set off if he gets to know. But the kids only looked at you and as Eleven went for a hug, you were terrified of a boy who had a baseball cap on his curls.
“Eleven, baby, I’m really glad that you have friends, but Jim is going to flip out.” - You mumbled into the temple of her head when you hugged her back, watching the rest of the gang just… Existing in your cabin.
“He knows. I asked him and he told yes.” - Eleven told you a smile, taking another tuna sandwich out of the fridge, giving it to you. - “You have to be hungry. I made.” - She smiled and went back to sit next to the Wheeler boy again. Will was sitting in your damn couch next to a girl and the Sinclair boy as you were freaking out, sitting at the table, eating the sandwich.
“Yeah, sure, he will murder us both.” - You mumbled and stood up to catch the attention of the kids. - “Are you guys hungry? I was thinking about making some pancakes, how does that sound?” - You offered a tight voice and most of them were hesitant, but WIll smiled at them.
“Y/N is the best cook. I swear.” - He got up, putting the book down. - “Do you need any help?” - He smiled, pulling his sleeves up. Well, damn you, this was a nightmare and you didn’t want to wake up.
And like that, you made pancakes for the whole party, even pulling off some of Hopper’s triple extravaganza style with Hershey’s kisses and jellybeans. And when Hopper made it home, damn, wasn’t that a funny situation? You were staring at him, getting ready for his temper just going off and he was looking at every move you made, gulping, preparing himself for a long-ass class about being secretive and how having six teenagers isn’t fucking secretive at all.
“Um… Can we for a… Will you guys mind…?” - You spoke nervously to the kids and each of them just nodded smiling at you. You dragged Hopper out and made sure the door and the window is closed before you freaked out. - “Jim, I am sorry, but these kids somehow appeared at our cabin and I didn’t have the heart to tell them to frick off. Just don’t yell, please.”
“I don’t want to yell at you at all. I knew they planned to study here today, I just totally forgot to tell you.” - Jim answered, being as freaked out as you. You motioned on the cabin, raising your eyebrows.
“So you knew about them, okay. Okay? I just need to get my head together, Jesus. So, Eleven isn’t a secret anymore? She’s allowed to have friends now? I just want to know where we’re at these days because it fucking freaked me out to see not one kid, but six of them in my living room.” - You mumbled, leaning your back into the wall behind your back. - “Also, is it me, or does the cabin look… Different? Did you finally repaired the door?”
“More or less. She still can’t go to Hawkins, but… I couldn’t just look at her bein’ all alone in here. We have a lot to talk about, I know, I know, just… Be cool for now, yeah?” - Jim took your shoulder to his palm and held you for a long time, finally realizing you’re back there, with him, alive and well. You smiled and leaned into his touch, feeling safe as well.
“Hey, I’ve missed you there, have I told you that?” - You asked quietly, making sure that the kids can’t see you before you leaned to steal a kiss.
“Hold your damn horses, that’s my catchphrase, miss. But yeah, I know.” - Jim answered your typical answer and you laughed, listening to his heartbeat. So… Your baby wasn’t a secret anymore. She was allowed to see her friends, which was about to put you through the hell and back, especially before you knew that Steve Harrington had broken up with Nancy and he is their babysitter basically, but at that moment, you felt good.
“Also, these kids loved my damn pancakes, so I think I’m good with them.” - You giggled with less panic in your voice.
“And… I need to talk to you about somethin’.” - Hopper mumbled and that caught your attention again, so you rose your chin to look at him. - “We need to get El dress for Snow Ball and I don’t know how the hell are we gonna do that.”
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PENUMBRA LIVE
I just got home from seeing Juno Steel and the Train From Nowhere Live, and I have SO MANY EMOTIONS AND THOUGHTS AND THINGS I WANT TO TELL YOU GUYS
so full reaction under the cut. Obviously, massive spoilers for the live show, so don’t read if you plan on buying the recording and want to experience it for the first time that way.
Something you guys should know: AS I WROTE THIS, Alice Chuang (whom I met at the show) DM’ed me on Twitter and we have been chatting back and forth for a while now, I am LITERALLY TEXTING ALICE CHUANG AS I WRITE THIS.
Okay. Holy cow. First of all, the obvious: the show was amazing, the actors were all crazy talented, the energy of the crowd was great, I had a fantastic time and am so happy I went. The music, sound, and lights were really cool, minimalist, but conveyed the show tone beautifully.
And THE COSTUMES!! Not sure who picked them, but they were perfect. Joshua had the same trench coat/white shirt/jeans combo from the last liveshow, but for Dahlia Rose he wore a lacy white blazer that also had pink flowers on it. It looked very good on him and his face when Juno says “You bought me clothes?!” was hysterical. Engstrom and Valencia were elegant and totally creepy. M Sutherland had a red and grey suit and waistcoat; he also had eye makeup but it was a little more subtle. Valencia was in a gorgeous shiny red dress and lounge singer black gloves up to her elbows. Those were all cool, but nothing is EVER gonna top Noah’s Nureyev outfit, which was a pair of black pants, white shirt, black tie, and a black and white striped corset with the tie tucked into it. You may be thinking, “oh, HG, that just sounds like a waistcoat” nope!!!! It was like actually a corset! He also had killer eyeliner. For most of the show he wore a black blazer, but as Duke Rose he wore this crazy glittery golden blazer covered in sequins. It was gaudy and he rocked it, it suited Duke so perfectly!
Those four made up the main cast, but there were two other actors - first of all, Kate Jones, obviously, as Miasma. She had ghostly white makeup and covered her face and head with a white shawl. That, plus the fact that the lights turned red whenever she stepped on stage, made the perfect creepy vibe. She had a lot more lines in this than the original - Juno would refer to her voice in his head a lot, and every time, she came out and said something creepy. She was on a little raised stage behind the rest of the cast so she was glaring down at him and it was just asdggkfj;fldj a it was so cool.
Then there was another cast member I totally did not anticipate - Melissa DeJesus (Quanyii) played the Ruby7! She also worked props, so when Juno was talking about Nureyev’s coat, she held it up, when the bell rang during the card game she rang it, and she also played Miasma’s assistant pointing the gun at Nureyev (it was a cardboard rifle, they also used it when Juno had to shoot out of the car). For the Ruby7 she held a steering wheel and stood in front of Joshua and Noah making the car noises into a microphone or with a whistle. Also she had a necklace shaped like a license place that said “Ruby7″. It was such a cute way to show the car, which some of you may remember was something I was speculating wildly about when I first bought the ticket. Every time Nureyev mentioned how great the Ruby7 was she would vamp and at one point she blew him a kiss and he blew one back it was so adorable.
i’ve been typing for a half hour and I haven’t even gotten into the actual show yet
Before the show even started, there was amazing energy. I bought two posters from Kat Buckingham, who was working the merch stand, found a great seat, chatted with the people sitting near me, and just felt the excitement. There were so many amazing costumes, and like a third of people were wearing ear cuffs with chains in honor of Peter (I was among this number). Kevin Vibert made some announcements about emergency exits and whatnot, and then the lights dimmed. There were two curtains on opposite sides of the performance area, Joshua and Noah FLIPPED OPEN the curtains on different sides and just did this power walk to the mics in the middle while all of us audience members screamed and cheered for a solid minute, it was glorious.
Almost immediately I noticed a change to the script - they added a subplot about an additional Martian artifact Miasma had stolen, called the Key of something I don’t know how to spell, which apparently locks away any concept, like locking away sound around a person (this was revisited during the assassin bit). When Nureyev mentioned the key Juno said something like, “Wait, I don’t think that’s how this is supposed to happen” which was a cute way to acknowledge the changes they were making. Then he started mentioning some Season 2 stuff (”I dreamed I only had one -” “We all only have one life, detective!”) and Nureyev cut him off and then launched into a recap of the events of 2Murderous2Mask. He brought up audience members to reenact it, and it was really funny and I loved it a lot.
One of my favorite changes was that a couple of times when Juno was internally monologuing, Nureyev would be there too. At one point Juno acknowledged it like, “I do this thing where I just talk, and usually it’s just me.” Nureyev was really energetic, Noah got super into those parts and would take the mic down from the stand and be gesturing and hopping around while Juno watched. They also went into a lot more detail about the Throne of Arkuthusis (I probably spelled that wrong) and Samantha Carthwright (now called Sammy), who was played by an audience member. Juno explained that anyone who sat in the chair could have infinite knowledge and people would ask them questions. Nureyev then asked the audience member a bunch of questions in different accents which A.) was really funny B.) was crazy because apparently Noah can do an insane range of accents C.) cute because Juno just let him do it for a while before cutting him off. It had a very “petulant married life” vibe when Nureyev shared Juno’s monologues, and I’m not sure if it was supposed to be some significant commentary that Nureyev was “in Juno’s head” or just fun staging. Either way, I loved it.
For the card game, there were a few changes. Engstrom asked Juno if he knew how to play Rangian Street Poker and Nureyev-as-Duke said “Don’t say no!” through his teeth right as Juno said “nope.” and then an explanation followed. After a while Juno lost track and got annoyed and before Engstrom could get mad back or explain the whole thing again Nureyev-as-Duke covered Juno’s mouth with his hand and then when he pulled his hand away he fucking caressed Juno’s cheek with his knuckles while Juno glared at him and the audience went feral.
Hey by the way Noah Simes? Is just fucking incredible like his mannerisms as Duke were so over-the-top but amazing, when he reverted back to Nureyev there was an IMMEDIATE shift just in the way he talked and the way he stood, like with Duke everything was all exaggerated and he drew out all the “you’s” (So in the phone call he basically went “See youuu SooooOOOOnN!!! :D”) but then for Nureyev he was a lot more reserved, and he had this smug little half smirk for most of it. Just like, what does it feel like to be that talented, wish I could relate.
They didn’t actually play cards, but Noah did rip a piece of paper to be the dueling wargoats card. Even so, the tension was strong and you could feel the suspense even if (like me) you knew exactly what was coming next. Also, I forgot to mention, there were a lot of sound effects! When Juno heard someone’s thoughts (he heard Valencia’s and Nureyev’s a few times) that would be a voiceover, the train noises were all played, gunshots, etc. The assassin wasn’t actually shown, but you could hear the voiceover for that as well.
You’re all probably wondering: THE DOODLES. They were actual crumpled balls of paper that Juno pulled out of Nureyev’s coat; later when they were back in the hotel room, Nureyev took off his jacket and said he was going to bed (Noah just kinda stood there with his eyes closed) and Juno threw one of the notes at his head and literally went “Nyeh” as he threw it. We all laughed for quite a while.
Jupeter jumping through garbage chutes was great, Noah sort of pushed Joshua and then they pantomimed jumping down - but apparently I’m supposed to believe that Peter backflipped into the garbage chute, from the way Noah gestured, and I’m HERE FOR THAT, he’s just that much of an extra bitch. (Nureyev was very much an extra bitch throughout this entire show, as you know if you have ever listened to The Penumbra Podcast).
The whole getaway chase was awesome. Not sure if I mentioned this yet, but they had one mic that could be taken away from the stand and walked around, which is how they did the phone calls, the person on the other end of the line would stand off to the side with the wireless mic and perform like that. Once Juno, Nureyev, Valencia, and Engstrom got on the train they did all of those lines, but a nice new addition to the script was Valencia threatened Juno with a gun and Nureyev pushed Juno slightly behind him with a hand on his chest (actually I can’t remember if this scene happened here or in the casino, suffice it to say it happened and it was gay and wonderful) and said basically “if you even so much as warm his skin” and followed that up with a threat, I forget exactly what. Then when Nureyev pumped the brakes of the train he grabbed Juno and pulled him to one side, and Valencia and Engstrom’s actors left.
For the tight room they ducked into to hide, Noah and Joshua sort of pressed together back to back and tilted the mic stands so they were still able to talk into the mic. There was a great line where Juno said something like, “Is there a reason why you keep shoving us into tight spaces together?” and then they got out and Noah took the wireless mic and went up to one of the curtains on the side of the stage, then he sort of fell through with a shout and Juno was locked in the room with Valencia. She took the other wireless mic and circled him, which was soooo creepy and really cool, especially with the moody lighting they had over the whole scene. When Juno pretended to faint Joshua just like,,,, threw up his arms and dropped to the floor in the most dramatic swoon possible it was great, and when Valencia died she fell through the curtain on the side of the stage and someone caught her.
The showdown with Engstrom was tense and great. M Sutherland has a great presence and because he’s really fucking tall he seemed very menacing next to Jupeter (especially earlier when they were in their crazy suits and he was just all polished). With his suit and beard and eyeliner he sort of looked like a younger president Snow ala The Hunger Games, perfect villain vibes. Nureyev did the whole pin-him-by-the-arms thing as Juno described it in his monologue and oh god Noah did the most PERFECT fox smile throughout the whole thing, but what’s weird is I can’t actually remember how Engstrom’s death went?? I assume he fell through the curtain but I just,,, genuinely can’t remember?
Right after that they seemed to have a technical issue with the train sound effects so Joshua and Noah adlibbed it for a few seconds, then it started working again and they grabbed each other’s arms and did the whole jump-off-the-train thing. When Juno asked where the Ruby7 was, Melissa DeJesus came out with her arms tied in ropes, I guess to show the car had been captured and then BOOM KATE JONES AS MIASMA. She’s so scary and intimidating, and her voice sounds even cooler live than on the show.
Then!!! The gun is pointed at Nureyev!!! and oh god Noah’s face in this scene first he looked a little panicked, but then resigned, and the lights went BACK AND FORTH BACK AND FORTH from regular to Juno’s monologue, and this super scary layered clip of Miasma saying “I will have what I want” played and oh god it was just so totally incredible and I loved it and by that point I was aware the show was about to end but I never wanted it to, I wanted to sit there and watch this forever, and I knew I couldn’t which made me a little sad.
and oh wow wow wow...
then we got to the part where they got in the car, and Juno had his monologue, and Nureyev was watching him for the whole thing with the sweetest loving smile on his face, and then he told Juno not to give up on him yet and then Noah and Joshua reached into the space between the microphones and took each other’s hands, so they were holding hands and the crowd went WILD. Obviously this episode didn’t have a kiss, but the ROMANCE of that moment was just PEAK it was so freaking phenomenal, and when Miasma said the whole “There it is, your final resting place,” they didn’t even look at it, for a while they were just looking at each other for a few long seconds, and then they both turned to look at the tomb and they just stood there holding hands looking ahead all resigned and determined, and then the lights went down and it was over.
(the cutest thing about the whole hand holding though was Noah kept glancing over like either he was trying to show Peter’s intense desire to hold Juno’s hand or else he wasn’t sure when he was supposed to grab Joshua’s hand and he was trying to make sure they did it at the same time. Either way it was sweet and looked really good.)
They did the curtain call, I screamed so loudly for each actor, and then anyone who wanted to meet the cast went and lined up in the hallway outside the theater. The staircase by this hallway was also the staircase into the bar, so all the bar and restaurant, so all the restaurant patrons were very baffled to see the Penumbra-goers in our cosplays, (and me wearing the pride flag around my shoulders.) While I waited to meet with the cast I got to chat with Kat Buckingham! I also talked to her when I bought merch, and I told her I thought she was talented - she said “I bet YOU’RE really talented!” and I almost cried, then she told me I was free to DM her, also encouraged me when I told her about my podcast, and was all around just the sweetest.
The cast were at a table, sort of like a convention, and we just went down the line and got our stuff signed. I got to talk to all of the actors and they were SO! VERY! SWEET! I hadn’t thought at all about what I was gonna say, so I just kind of mentioned whatever. I told Noah that I write Jupeter fanfiction and said, “So that means I have your voice in my head a lot”, and he said like “That’s... somewhat unusual to hear, as I’m sure you can imagine.” I told him he was really talented and he signed my poster and was very friendly, thanked me for coming even though literally I was thanking him because HOLY FUCK HE WAS SO AMAZING. Also, Kate Jones asked me what my shirt said (it said “I am too emotionally attached to fictional characters” and thought that was cool.
I told Joshua, Sophie, and Kevin that this podcast inspired me to start my own podcast, and they were so incredibly encouraging and supportive about that! Joshua asked if I had fun (as if I could have not had fun!) and thanked me for coming - like both of these amazingly talented stars of this hit show are thanking me for coming to see them, that’s so humble and kind and ugh I just stan this cast so much. @rudzik-art made some amazing artwork, which I turned into prints to give to Sophie and Kevin, and they really loved it! Sophie even signed both my poster and the one I got for Robin, even though their rule said only one item per person. Then they both thanked me for coming, and I headed out to catch my train home.
Overall, this show was phenomenal. There was only one thing in the whole production that I disliked: they took out the “It’s not polite to tell someone his gift means nothing to you” line, and I’m not really sure why, because that line forms a lot about the characters? But artists’ choice, of course. Personally, I would have loved to see it, but the pacing was just as good without it.
I’ve been looking forward to this for so long, and now that’s it’s over I’m experiencing some pretty strong post-show depression, not gonna lie. I just want to come back and see it again every night for the rest of my life, even though that would not be good for the cast. I want to go out and make art and share my work and maybe someday inspire someone anywhere near as much as this inspired me.
TL;DR THE LIVE SHOW WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE.
If you weren’t able to make it to either live show and you have some questions about it, feel free to send them to my inbox!
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Black Panties and An Angel's Face Pt 1 (Sanny Christmas Fic)
** A Continuation of Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace, but there's no actual sex in this part (sorry horny friends, sorry) **
Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan Sanny shipping Tumblr
Fandom: Greta Van Fleet
Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny
Length: about 3k
Warnings/tags: lingerie, cross dressing, no smut yet, established relationship, gift giving, Christmas
Summary: Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him.... would he, really? Fuck, if not them this was about to he a sucky Christmas for the both of them.
Author's notes: I've been busting my ass all morning and last night trying it finish this, because honestly a Christmas fic after Christmas is just kinda... meh. But, alas, I only got the first half, the sort of build up, done. Well, something is better than nothing, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
From @therealswanqueen 's request for me (:
"Oh if you're going to write a continuation of the lingerie fic it would be nice if Danny buys it for Sam ♡♡♡ like if he's out shopping and sees something pretty and thinks 'Sammy would look gorgeous in this' ♡"
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Danny mentally went over the list in his head, arms too full of stuff to actually pull it out of his pocket at the moment. He had gotten the regular shopping out of the way, and was now working his way though the upper level of the mall, searching for Christmas gifts the one day he could get away from those sneaky brothers.
He had already gotten a variety of gag gifts and weird oddities the twins were sure to enjoy at Spencer's, and a new Christmas sweater for Sam; after some deliberation, a matching one for himself, as well. Their mothers were sure to enjoy it.
It was hard to know what exactly to give when they already had most things they could want, but Danny still tried to be thoughtful and give nice things to the people that meant the most to him.
New boots, a watch, and an engraved harmonica for Jake? Check.
A vintage fur coat for Josh? Yep, and surprisingly cheap.
Books for all three Kiszka's? Yes, as well as some parchment, ink, and quills for Joshie - it was one of those random finds that hadn't been on his radar of gift ideas, but as soon as he saw them he knew Josh would love them.
All that was left was Sammy. His best friend (now lover, too) always seemed to be both the easiest and worst to shop for. He was picky, so picky that, even after all these years, Danny could rarely be 100% sure that he'd like his gift.
He went in and out of every store, desperately searching for *something* that Sam didn't already have, and that he would appreciate receiving.
Nothing.
Not a single item that would be a good fit to give his new-ish boyfriend, not even a cool pair of sunglasses to just fill put some space in his gift bag.
Danny sighed, deciding to fuck the mall and go Amazon it in the comfort of their bed. But, just as he was heading towards the exit, something caught his eye.
A blue something - pale, like a robin's egg, but speckled with small, shimmering beads instead of brown splattered spots. It was a lacy bra, hanging several racks in inside of a Victoria's Secret.
Danny stopped and stared at it, considering. Sam had said.... Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him. It had been nearly two months, and, while they had definitely had sex many, many times since then, none of the lingerie items had made another appearance. Sam hadn't even mentioned it again after that day, instead only shooting Danny the occasional meaningful look that he interpreted as "Well? I'm waiting, it's on you to continue this."
He took two steps forward, but stopped just before entering onto the lighter tiles of the store's entrance. Would Sam actually like this as his Christmas present, instead of other stuff - namely, things he could actually tell their family he got?
Danny turned and was about to walk away, but then spun around for just one last look at the bra. It was so, so pretty, and would look so, so good against Sam's tanned skin; he could envision his lover perfectly in that little blue piece, coyly teasing Danny as he ran his hands over his lacy chest.
He took in a sharp breath and marched into the store, bags of presents banging against his thighs as he rushed over to the rack to closer inspect the bra. Danny set his purchases down on the ground so he could touch it, tentatively reaching out a finger to run over the scalloped trim along one of the cups.
Danny realized that the one he was looking at would never fit Sam, but, luckily, there was a whole row of blue items in different sizes behind it. He flicked through the hangers, eyebrows knitting together at all of the different numbers, letters, prices, and, he realized, slightly different styles and designs.
Which one should he choose - what would look best on Sam, and what would fit him? Danny was at a loss. The first bra he had seen and fallen in love with appeared to be the only one of its kind, which was highly disappointing but he knew that often happened when shopping - if you fall in love with something, chances are it's not going to work out. Such was life.
The other bras, though: all were the same pale blue, but some had no beading, some possessed a ridiculous amount of straps, and one was also covered in purple, trailing vines embroidered over the lace, curling over the soft fabric.
"Sir, do you need any help?"
Danny startled, looking over his shoulder at a friendly, understanding looking employee. He nodded sheepishly, nudging aside some of his bags with his foot so he wasn't barricaded in a circle of paper bags.
"Yeah, I'm... I don't know what size to get- yeah," he cut himself off, nearly saying "to get my boyfriend" but realizing that maybe he shouldn't.
It wasn't like Danny was ashamed of being bisexual, but he figured that revealing he was dating a guy and buying him lingerie was not a good idea - not only because she could react weird, but because who knew who could recognize him. He decided it was safest to just pretend to be buying a present for his girlfriend, it was close enough and completely plausible, if only requiring more thought before he spoke.
"Of course! Do you know what size she is?"
He shook his head, looking back at all of the tags. Like every guy, he knew, roughly, that A was small and D was big - stereotypically perfect, though Danny disagreed - but there were also double letters and numbers that were confusing him. He had no frame of reference to know what size the numbers indicated, nor the scope of the sizes. 28 was the smallest he saw, but it still seemed like an awfully big number for Sam's tiny ribcage, and many of the other girls he'd met, too.
"That's all right, this is probably a surprise, huh?" The employee, he saw her name was Stephi, gave him a knowing look and a grin, and Danny nodded again, smiling back.
"Yeah, she... she's been kind of hinting, but this is totally going to be a surprise and I didn't really think to check sizes before I came. She's really small though, very skinny and uh, an A cup, I think. What are the numbers?"
"Oh, the numbers are for band size, it's like the circumference of the of the ribcage. She'd probably be a 28A, that's the smallest we have," Stephi said, sorting through the rack methodically and picking out several of the blue bras as well as a few others from a lower rung. "Do these look like they would fit?"
Danny squinted at them, trying to imagine if they would hang slack on Sam's body or sit snug like they were supposed to.
"I guess, yeah, those look like they'd fit. Though, I've never really seen her wear the shaped ones, she likes softer things. They're called, uh, it has 'bra' in it..."
Really, Danny didn't want to get the shaped ones because he thought they would pop off of Sam's body weird with nothing to fill them, and that looked both unsexy and uncomfortable. He'd heard one of his past girlfriends talk about some bra thing before; it had sounded like a lighter fabric or something, but he just couldn't remember what it was called.
"A brallette? Yes, we have those, here's a few."
She took the shaped bras and set them aside, holding out a few that looked like lacy, cut off tank tops or teddys, soft and thin fabric that would most likely lay flat if nothing was underneath.
Ah, a brallette! Danny swore he was going to pay more attention to what his partner was talking about when it came to stuff like this, be it Sam or another girlfriend - though, he hoped it would only ever be Sam from now on.
Danny looked at the bras she was holding, trying to decide. There was the soft blue one with purple vines crawling up from the band at the bottom, little flowers budding up high over the mesh and lace top and then continuing over the straps. He really liked that one, so he gently took it from her and kind of tucked it under his arm, then continued surveying.
Another was completely pale pink lace, "Millenial Pink" he was pretty sure. His eyes passed over it, going instead for one of similar design but of a rich, deep green color. He grabbed that one too, and decided not to get any of the others Stephi was holding.
He thanked her for her help, figuring he had a good grasp of what bras to get, now.
"No problem! I'm sure she'll love these, let me know if you need anything else, I'll be at the counter."
Stephi turned and started walking away, then came back to him. "Hey, you have a lot of bags, do you want to put them next to the counter while you shop, if you think it'll be awhile? It might make it easier."
Danny grinned at her. "Oh, yes, please, and thank you."
He appreciated how nice she was being to him, even though that was technically her job and she'd probably seen many hapless boyfriends in the store before. Still, it was the busy week before Christmas, and she had taken the time to patiently help him while people were rushing and yelling and making a mess of things all around them. Danny carried his bags over to where she directed and took the metal basket she gave him, turning back to survey the store for anything else that caught his eye.
Over in the left corner, he spotted a table full of colorful pieces of cloth - panties, he realized, looking at the mannequins modeling a few pairs. Danny wandered over to them, stopping briefly to run his hands over another bra but moving on when he realized it wasn't something Sam was likely to wear.
There were so many options! Danny knew that there were many, many styles of women's underwear; he was proud to say that he had seen quite a few of them first hand. Still, the colorful piles were almost making his head hurt, though his heart was beating faster with something that felt like excitement.
He picked up pair after pair, settling on the 10 for $100 deal he saw advertised. It seemed ridiculously expensive for tiny, flimsy pieces of fabric, but it would be so, so worth it when he got to see Sam's sinful hips in these cheeky little triangles.
Danny grabbed one more pair of panties and another bra - a matching, strappy set - and brought everything over to the front of the store, waiting in line with all the other ladies and boyfriends to purchase his secret gifts. He grinned at Stephi as she rung him up, thanking her profusely for the help and adding the pink striped bag to his cache of others.
He made his way past the giggling groups of teenage girls out of the store, pausing to give a few of them a smile when they blushed and pointed at him. He would stop and take pictures if they asked, but otherwise, he was a man on a mission.
Danny couldn't get the image of Sam all dressed up for him those two months ago out of his head; his stockings and garter, the corset, his sweet smile. He wasn't likely to find a corset like that at a commercial mall, but the other stuff - he wanted, he needed, to get the complete outfit.
His next stop, after dropping all the other gifts at the car like he had originally intended, was a high-end 'bohemian' boutique right next to Macy's. Danny pushed open the door, quirking his lips at some indie cover of Jingle Bells playing over the store's speaker.
Danny smiled widely, looking over the store. Florals, paisley, glitter, lace and satin and taffeta, all hung like shimmering, rainbow banners on the walls. He knew what Sam's style was, the only thing he had to do was build the bridge between the lingerie he had gotten and what Sam would wear, normally, and it was - hopefully - going to be an unforgettable gift. He decided to start at the hair clips and work his way around to the mini skirts on the other side.
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Two hours and nearly two thousand dollars later, he had three full-to-bursting bags of clothing and accessories for Sam. Danny knew he had gone over board, and over budget, but every time he thought he had found the last item he turned around and another was screaming at him, sometimes from an entirely different store, how good it would look on Sam's lithe body. This new idea had shone a new light on the mall where he had previously found nothing of interest to get his lover; now, it was like he couldn't stop the floor of gifts.
He sighed, hands straining to grasp all of the bag handles as he made his way to the parking lot, trying not to knock anyone over with his haul. Now all that was left was wrapping everything up and placing it under the tree, where Sam could receive it in a few days time.
Danny worried his lip in between his teeth as he loaded up the trunk of the car. He was happy with his purchases, but that didn't mean Sammy would like them. He tried to quell any doubt in his head, though; Sam had asked for Danny to buy him more stuff, so he had. Simple.
The only thing he had to worry about was the wrong person opening the presents - which, shit, maybe they shouldn't go under the tree.
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Jake was smirking, looking back and forth between Danny's red face and his little brother's more self satisfied, but also blushing one.
"So, Sammy, what did you get? Let us see."
Sam shook his head at first, looking like he was being asked to feed his arm to a lion, but then slowly raised his gift out of the mess of tissue paper. It was a top, silver and covered in shimmering fringe all the way down its torso and in lines along the sleeves. Some of the things Danny had gifted Sam toed the line - lacy shirts, crop tops, one skirt, booty shorts (though he already wore those) with the hope that Sam would actually like them, as in making them a part if his every day wardrobe. Dressing up for sex was fun, but Sam's androgyny, even when not sexual, was still incredibly attractive and Danny wanted to encourage it.
Jake whistled. "Dang, Sammy, I might have to "borrow" that from you. But that's not what made you blush, now let us see it. "
"Nuh-uh, no can do Jack-o. Do I demand to see everything your girlfriend gives you?"
"Ooh, so it's that kind of gift!" Josh laughed. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by shining bits of metallic paper and rainbow wrapping, swaddled in a plush red robe and grinning like the little Christmas elf he was; he had demanded they each open one gift before they did Christmas with the entire Kiszka-Wagner clan like usual.
Danny squirmed in his seat, his face getting even darker. He had gotten Sam some regular things so as not to arouse suspicion, and then saved most of the special items for later that night, privately hoping Sam would try them on and give him a little show. But, he had slipped in one pair of frilly white and black panties to let Sam know what was to come.
Sam adamantly refused to show his brothers anything else in the bag, setting it aside behind his chair and shooting Danny a look that could only be described as sultry. Danny swallowed, dry, and opened his own gift from Sam.
It was a gorgeous silk robe, starting at a light lavender and melting into a deep, inky black at the bottom. There was embroidery along the edges, little flowers and curls trimming the sweeping bell sleeves. Black lace formed a belt along the gathered waist, little silver buttons shining against the darkness.
Danny gasped, softly running his fingers over the fabric, feeling the cool softness and already imagining it against his skin.
Sam leaned over and whispered in his ear, one hand curled around Danny's bicep. "I'll wear anything you get me, but I want you to do the same, at least try it. What do you think?"
Danny turned to Sam, almost at a loss for words. "It's... it's beautiful, Sammy, of course I'll wear it. We'll be matching."
It was incredible how fast Sam was able to take the reins of a situation and flip it - here, Danny had thought that he was indulging his lover's interest, but, apparently, Sam had realized that Danny was just as into it and brought the control back to himself. Danny was putty in his hands, buying what he wanted and following every order, and he always would be, with joy.
"Woah, that's cool. But why'd you get Danny a lacy robe?"
Danny looked up, startled, to see both of the twins leaning over and staring into the box on his lap. He quickly put the top back on and shrugged, not sure how he had forgotten they were there. It was the excitement, he supposed, and the sentimentality of the gift, too, that had distracted him.
Jake shook his head, mumbling "Weirdos," under his breath and going to start gathering up the wrapping paper strewn all over the floor. There was a weird air in the room, one Danny couldn't quite shake. Sam was still sitting way too close to him and giving him looks, not at all helping him get his head back on straight.
"So, anyways, did I mention that I got us matching sweaters? Mom will love them!"
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To Be Continued
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New Kids on the Block
A/N: This got sexual real quick. Rated M
Chapter 2 of What Happens Next?
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She takes a deep breath, looking around the room, she observes every little detail and person that goes in and out of the room.
“Agent Deeks?”
The brunette agent turns and looks to see a short red headed woman call after her, motioning her to join her.
Said agent offers her hand for the younger agent to take in greeting. “Agent Mills.” Mills ushers the brunette as they begin to walk down the corridor towards a set of elevators. “I gotta say, when Hetty showed me your resume I was in awe. What made you decide to leave D.C.?”
Hubby. Kensi smiles as she thinks about the talk they had before they moved. The fight they had and then the very steamy make up that followed. “Personal reasons.” She and Marty decided that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if they kept their relationship close to the vest…..at work anyway. Given they’re both in what can be dangerous jobs at times they wouldn’t want the other to be used as leverage.
The older agent nods in understanding. “I get that.”
As the small boxed room that’s carrying the two agents slowly moves from floor to floor it stops once they reach level 4 and into a large open space with cubicle type desk all around.
Kensi scans the room, noting anything and everything that could be useful information for her in the future. Her eyes run across the open floor plan and come to a stop when they land on a tall brunette much like herself that’s turned away from them.
“Agent Deeks, I’d like you to meet your new partner. This is Talia Del Campo.”
Kensi sends the other brunette a warm smile, offering her hand out in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
Talia sends her partner a smile, as she takes her hand. “You, too, Agent Deeks.”
“Please, call me Kensi.”
The newly acquainted partners start to chat while their boss? assistant boss? takes a phone call.
Mills ends the call and points each of the women towards their teams area, their names displayed on their new desks. “So, ladies, you’re probably wondering why there are only two of you.”
“It’s because I haven’t found the other pair to complete our team yet.” A familiar yet unrecognizable voice flows into the room.
“So it’s just gonna be the two of us?” Kensi questions.
The team leader readily answers the brunette’s question. “No and yes. No, it’s not just going to be the two of you because two floating agents will be coming in and out quite frequently to fill the void until we find the perfect fit.”
“Can I ask if you have anyone in mind?” This time it’s Talia’s turn to ask.
“I have my eyes on a couple of people, but if any agents come in that you’d think would be a good fit, please let me know. Until then we have a minor case of a flash drive being stolen and we need to recover it ASAP.”
They watch as both Hetty and Mills walk towards the other end of the room and turn to look at one another, both of their brows furrowed.
Talia points towards the computers on their desk. “Do we just-“
Kensi shrugs. This is gonna be interesting. “I guess so.”
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The now not so shaggy blonde, walks through the corridor of the D.A.’s office. He’s really in awe of everything that goes on behind these doors, because whatever’s going on in those rooms it effects the people on the other side of the glass doors that he walked through this morning.
“Mr. Deeks, it’s so great to have you a part of our team.” The short brunette woman sends him a friendly smile as she gives him a tour of the facilities.
“Thank you, Mrs. Baird. I’m ready to make a difference that’s for sure.”
“That’s good to hear. So what made you decide to come to LA?”
“It’s home and I have some personal reasons to go along with that.” He doesn’t have to tell her that home and the personal reason is one and the same. Wifey. A goofy grin spreads to his lips at the thought of his beautiful bride.
“I see. Well, as Dorothy once said, “There’s no place like home.”
He smiles at her musical reference. “That she did.”
“Tell me what your vision is.”
“I’d like to help people who haven’t had easy lives like I once did. Some of them just need to be looked out for. I want to be that person and help others want to become that type of person too.”
“I gotta tell you, Marty, there’s a lot of big wigs in this town and it’s not going to be easy.”
He nods, knowing from experience just how privileged this city can be. “I know. I’m use to things not being easy, it’s actually a good thing for me. It drives me to give it my all; to fight for something bigger than myself.”
“Okay then. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, I want to help you take charge of this and see to it that we get the result that we both came here for. Change.”
“Lets do it!”
XXXX
He walks into the kitchen, sitting his briefcase on the counter as he makes his way over to her. “You look incredible in that.”
She relaxes against his chest as he wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. A shiver runs through her body as his teeth begin their assault on her earlobe. “It’s just one of your t-shirts and panties.”
Just hearing her say the words makes a bolt of electricity run through his body. The surge gathering in one specific area. “So sexy.”
Heat begins to pool in her belly at his movements and the deep octave of his voice. That and his hard on that’s pressed right against her ass. “Mmmm. You think so?”
“I know so.”
She turns around in her husband’s arms, crashing her lips to his after seeing him for the first time since this morning. “How was your first day?”
“Pretty good. You?” He does his best to catch his breath to answer her before slamming his lips back against hers.
He pulls her leg up to wrap around his waist bringing his pant covered member closer to her heat. “Same.”
“Talk about it later?”
“God, yes!” She screams as his lips find their way to her cloth covered nipple, his teeth latching on as he sits her up on the counter top of the island.
She starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, but god is it taking forever. Something comes over her, she begins pulling the unbuttoned parts in opposite directions and then yanks it, making the buttons fly across the kitchen.
He wants to be mad at her for ruining one of his favorite shirts but the way she’s biting his lip and rubbing his hard cock with her delicate fingers makes the shirt seem not so much of a big deal. “Baaaaby, god, yes.”
Kensi pushes his pants and boxers down his legs with her feet, her lips never leaving his.
Once he steps out of his pants, Marty grasps the hem of her lacy panties that he loves so much and pulls them off her legs. As he gets rid of the offending object, he grabs one of her long tan legs and trails kisses up her calf to her thigh.
She whimpers when his lips find her already soaking wet pussy. “Fuck.”
Marty spreads her legs further apart, giving him more room to work. He darts his tongue out, coming in contact with her little pink nub. His hands rub up and down her thighs as his lips and tongue assault her folds, earning him deep moans from his lady bird.
“Do-don’t stop, baby.”
He smiles when he start to feel her tremble beneath his touch, knowing that she’s about to come undone. He works extra hard, moving his tongue in and out of her hole, nipping at her nub with his teeth and to send her completely over the edge he slips two fingers inside her.
‘MAAAARTY.”
She threads her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back and leans down, placing a kiss to his lips.
He stands back up and finally removes her t-shirt, make that his t-shirt from her body. “God, I love you, baby.” His lips latch onto her nipple as he massages her other breast with his free hand.
Tilting her head back, she lets out another breathy moan before demanding what she really want from him right now. “I love you, too. Now fuck me.”
Kensi scoots herself back further on the island as he hoist himself up on to the counter. She smiles when his hard throbbing cock comes into full view and he begins pumping himself as he watches her lay down.
He begins to follow her down, bringing his lips to hers as his chest presses against hers.
They let out a unified moan when he finally slips his throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy.
At first their kisses and rhythm are frenzied as they can’t seem to touch each other enough, but soon their bodies are syncopated. He thrust into her over and over again as she thrust her hips up into him. It’s not long before they both come over the edge and send each other into a star filled haze.
He collapses on top of her, doing his best not to crush her. “Did I mention how good your pussy taste because…Oh. My. God.”
She reaches over to grab a roll of paper towels, laying them under her head to prop it up. Looking down at her husband, her love, the feeling of contentment that always washes over her when she sees him makes its way through her body. “I love you so much.”
His body now half on top of her, he places a kiss to her bare chest and wraps his arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. “I love you more, Dirty Deeks.”
“What the hell?”
“What?”
“Dirty Deeks? Really?”
“Okay. Kinky Kens then.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“So you keep saying.” He looks up at her with that grin that is specifically reserved for her.
She tries not to smile, but with him being all cute and adorable, she really has no will power. Her lips land on his and it seems as though round two is about to begin, because she can feel her husband’s excitement pressed against her thigh. “We’re not gonna talk about our first days tonight, are we.”
His teeth nip at her nipple, earning him a soft moan. “I’ll send you an email at work tomorrow.”
Kensi huffs a laugh that quickly turns to a moan. Yeah, emails are good.
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I Think I Made You Up Inside My Head - Pt. 5
“I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)” - Sylvia Plath, Mad Girls Love Song
You set the mail down and step back slowly. This has to be an elaborate joke. Yes, the Joker impersonator that toyed with you and then leaped out your patio door planted these pieces of “Gotham mail.” He must be really eager to make you think you live in Gotham City. This has to be part of the “arrangement” he was referring to. Fucking nutcase.
But why can’t I remember anything except my name?
You start to scroll through your phone for familiar names.
Vern. Nope. Harvey. Not ringing any bells. Janice. Nothing. Hunan Wok. Really? I have the local Chinese food spot saved in here? HQ. WTF is this? Headquarters? Headquarters to what? No clue. Mom. Yes mom!
You realize that you can’t recall what she looks like, but have a good feeling about calling her anyway. By now it’s about 4:30 in the morning but you call anyway. She’ll get it. An icy sensation creeps down the back of your neck as you realize that you can’t remember much at all about yourself. As you dial, you rummage through your living room for anything that will tell you more about your life, holding the phone in place between your right ear and shoulder, while frantically looking for items that will revive your memory. There is barely anything in your apartment. In fact, it’s a minimalist’s dream, right out of an interior design magazine. Everything is metal, glass and leather. You do find a half empty Starbucks cup on your coffee table and give it a sniff. It’s pumpkin spice.
So, it’s between September and December. It’s not cold so September or early October sounds about right. You check the date in your phone and its September 18th.
After about four rings, a sleepy voice answers. “Hello? Are you ok? ” “No…no mom, something’s wrong,” you choke out. You recognize the sound of her voice and are grateful for it. A number of mother-daughter memories flood back to you: Cleaning your childhood house together while playing music and dancing. Arguments over an old boyfriend – hers not yours. Midnight pancakes and gossip at the dining room table.
“What is it, hun?” Your mother is fully awake now. “Mom, someone broke in and tried to…he threatened me and told me not to leave.” You leave the whole sexual element out. It feels too embarrassing to mention. “What? Oh my God, did you call the police? Is he still there? Do you know him? Oh my god I’m flying out to you.”
Flying out?
“Mom wait…I…I’m having a hard time understanding…you don’t live…nearby?” There is a long silence. “You know I live in Sacramento.” Her voice is slow and sing-songy like she’s explaining it to a baby. Your mom’s voice shifts and you hear frustration and what sounds like disappointment. “Christ, it’s been five years since I sold the Gotham place.” “Go..Gotham place?” You are stuttering now.
“Have you been drinking again? Please don’t tell me you are back off the meds. Sweetie, we talked about this!”
Meds? “I can’t keep doing this with you. It’s 1:45 in the morning over here! I have work in the morning. Please tell me that you are going to take the Haldol. Go to sleep and call me a little later. It’s going to be ok. Call Dr. Leland when you wake up and schedule a session.”
The phone is dead now. You run to the bathroom and check the medicine cabinet. Sure enough, there is a bottle of Haldol in there. A quick google search on your phone reveals that Haldol is used to treat Schizophrenia, amongst other things. I need to sit down. You stumble back into your bedroom and sit on the bed noticing the pictures on the walls. There is a picture of you smiling broadly in a skirt suit and briefcase. You are standing in front of a courthouse. Another frame holds a diploma…from Gotham City University.
Gotham! This is a comic book world. Why am I in it? Oh my God, is he the real Joker? Fuck!
Another frame holds a certificate that reads “Certified Court Reporter.” You throw open your closet and discover that it is split down the middle as if two different people live with you.
On the right side of the closet: Pencil skirts in black, blue, nude and oxblood. Secretary blouses. Pearls. Monogram chains. Numerous pairs of pumps in black and tan. Briefcases made of good, smooth leather. You notice a case holding a kind of weird typewriter in it. You open it up fully and read the words “steno-graph”. I really am a court reporter? Huh. I guess that’s pretty cool. I can’t be that nuts if I’m a Court Reporter, right?
On the left side of your closet: Bodycon dresses and miniskirts. Short, strappy and lacy dresses. Lots of sparkly dresses in gold, silver and glittery fabric. Short shorts, crop tops and tons of knee-high socks. Thigh high boots and stilettos. Quilted mini backpacks. Big, gold chains. You realize that you are smiling broadly as you finger through the gold chains. A memory of you laughing madly, covered in gold chains and diamonds rushes back to you. You can hear other laughter in the memory but you can’t pinpoint who it comes from. You close your eyes and let yourself become immersed in another recollection that rapidly comes to you.
The memory unfolds before you like a dream and then you’re there, witnessing when you jogged into the same courthouse from the picture in your bedroom, dressed in one of your pencil skirt/secretary blouse ensembles. Your hair was pinned up in a loose chignon and you were carrying your steno-graph. The plaque on the side of the courthouse read “The Solomon Wayne Courthouse.”
“Your late. The trial is about to start. You better get in there before the judge gets in there.” A sharply dressed man called out to you while standing under a metal detector. He was getting scanned with a hand-wand by a security guard. You called out loudly and out of breath, “Thanks Harvey! Janice, can I cut in front of you?” An older blonde turned to you and sighed while shaking her head. “This is becoming a habit. Just go.” You rushed past gratefully. “Thank you! My Uber was late again. Here – take my coffee, I don’t have time to drink it,” you said as you shoved your coffee into her hand. You put your arms up and ran through the scanner as the security guard shook her head. “I don’t drink coffee!” Janice yelled out to you as you ran into the court room.
You had just enough time to set up the steno-graph as they were letting in the defendant. He walked in an orange jumpsuit. You remember his snowy skin. It was so pale against the bright green hair. His lips were crimson with a mouth full of metal. This was the first time that you laid eyes on the Joker in the flesh. You had followed his petty crimes before but this was the first time you shared the same air in the same room.
You couldn’t help but stare as he was seated on the bench handcuffed. He looked all around the courtroom and laughed as his lawyer tried to consult him. His lawyer seemed nervous as Joker lunged forward making a biting motion with his mouth. As he looked around the room again, Joker locked eyes with you and smirked and a vicious grin spread across his face. You blushed brightly and crossed your legs. It felt as if the room was on fire as he began to cackle, the sound of the “HA HA HA HA HA,” filling your ears.
You were embarrassed by your arousal, but you grinned back, your hand raising your pencil skirt and rubbing the outside of your panties under the wooden desk. Your purse sat underneath your chair, a red fabric peeking out of it.
Your cell phone buzzes, snapping you out of the memory. It reads:
[Here’s Frost’s number xxx-xxxx. Stay put. I’ve got eyes on you. Don’t you dare move.]
You look around panicked.
He has eyes on me. What does that mean? Oh my God what have I done.
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This ask is about porn. What kind of porn do LGBT like, especially since a lot of mainstream porn tend to be fetishing gays, lesbians, and transgender, and so on...Also,what would you say are the most offensive or homophobic or even transphobic porn out there?
NSFW topic
(This will be assumed to be a writing question but please, in future, use wording that clearly indicates that. There was some talk between the mods as to whether or not this ask was okay to answer. We don’t answer questions unrelated to writing as a rule, but it was brought up that this question probably should be answered - and we do get a lot of asks like this which dance around the topic without asking it anyway.) (Just word it to do with writing in the future is all I’m getting at.)
Pretty much everyone out there likes something slightly different, and there are some LGBT+ folks who do lean on mainstream porn for whatever reason. Whether they find a specific actor attractive, like the angles, sounds, whatever. Generally, there are also subtle differences in what porn is popular with who based on who the target audience is. What kinds of sex acts are spent more time on, whose pleasure is focused on and what aspects of that pleasure? How things are communicated and what kinds of settings things take place in? What kinds of titles are used and who they are meant to appeal to?
As a general thing, most folks with super long nails don’t fingerblast people on the regular without some kind of barrier to ensure nobody gets cut. I mean, that’s some delicate skin.
With non-mainsteam porn, I’d say a lot of people also aren’t necessarily in the know about the other options out there, or the accessibility of them. Or they might not be able to safely interact with some kinds of porn in comparison to others due to discriminatory laws (or whatever) where they live. Maybe they are closeted and just want some extra security.
And on top of that, I think far too many people think there’s something bad about paying sex workers for their labour. I’d say what’s offensive is not paying sex workers for their labour, or otherwise using venues where sex workers get to release their content on their own terms.
I’ll elaborate.
Some sex workers do release teaser clips and various free stuff in advertisement of their regular paid work. (People who are verified on PornHub are people releasing their own content and there is the paperwork to back that up.) Some people use live camming sites like Chaturbate and MyFreeCams so on. There are trans categories on these sites and workers might use derogatory terms to market their work, but that is different from when other people use those terms to refer to people in these groups.
There are also studios that someone might be signed to depending on where they are based (like if the worker is based in the same city as a specific studio). Four Chambers is one, Crash Pad Studios is another (and if you review their content you can get free content) is another. They might release their content differently based on contracts and when people are paid and whether it’s been agreed upon that the content can be free at some point.
Copyright is a very big deal with porn, because when someone breaks copyright or watches porn where the worker isn’t paid... it becomes non-consensual. The payment transaction is what consent is reliant on (at minimum) in the sex work industry. It is work, and people not treating it like real work is a human rights issue.
In virtually all cases that I’ve heard of, people who do cam work online through cam sites need to be able to take photographs with current government-issued photo ID to prove they are of age. There is another element where they have to prove their usernames. An example of this would be writing it down on a paper, taking a picture of that, crumpling the paper and showing the words on the crumpled paper. (Making these selfies is frequently a thing.) Rules and requirements on that vary. Names listed on the sites are almost always pseudonyms.
There are a number of sites out there that automatically record live cammers and then make fake profiles on their websites, and demand that people pay subscription fees to watch the content. This is exploitation.
You can file a DMCA complaint if the site runs through the USA (which most do). That said, these sites (the kinds with the bots who automatically record) are really horrifically difficult at getting to take down content. Some make it out like you are required to give a phone number, legal name, address in order to have your content taken down. That is not true. But the forms on their sites claim this, and sometimes don’t give you an email or anywhere else to make your complaints. I don’t even think DMCA complaints work like they say they do. Sites which steal the works of trans cammers are infamous for this, and usually, are huge perpetrators as labelling trans cammers with slurs as well.
A significant amount of sex workers have a presence on Twitter and Switter (which is a different site). I think a number have moved to Mastodon and other sites from Tumblr when that hell broke loose.
In general, I would be mindful of these things with porn in general.
As for the specific kinds of sex acts, kinks, etc, (which influence porn tastes) there’s a lot to cover.
There are literally entire subcultures dedicated to different kinks, and are predominantly filled with LGBT+ folks who were rebelling against the sterilization of our identities during the AIDS crisis. (See: leather pride.) I would also say in general LGBT+ people are way more educated on sex-related topics (including kink) compared to our cis straight counterparts. The notions of what sex is for cis straight folks have been permeated throughout our society as a default, whereas we have had to actively look for our knowledge. It doesn’t mean everyone who is LGBT+ is kinkier - it just means that our knowledge of LGBT+ sex, of any kind, has been something we haven’t been able to find out about in conventional resources. And unconventional resources have more information about other things related to sex that people don’t really talk about in mainstream cisheterosexist sex ed.
Resources to learn about sex with trans people (specifically but also general resources which are inclusive), in general, I’d recommend:
Fucking Trans Women by Mira Bellwether (HUGE zine)
Girl Sex 101 (I’d say this is between a textbook and a magazine?)
Trans Bodies, Trans Selves (pretty much a textbook - not sex-focused per se but it is an incredible resource for talk about trans bodies, medical stuff, and it’s all trans written as far as I’m aware)
@sapphic-sex-ed (Tumblr blog)
I’ve also heard people recommending Stevie Boebi for lesbian sex ed videos (YouTube) but I honestly haven’t seen her videos (other than in collabs) so I cannot verify to the trans inclusiveness factor
There also used to be a blog called pervocracy which was run by a nurse, who ALSO ran a blog called “can I fuck the thing” - unfortunately Tumblr has since deleted these. (The person who ran these has other work elsewhere but I really don’t know what the main resources are anymore since then. I also feel uncomf wholly endorsing them due to some stuff they said while I followed them back in the day. Obviously I can’t source that to check what it was and tell you, and it’s also been some time. Google them if you want to, and go at their content with an open and critical mind.)
If followers want to add recommendations in the replies feel free to add!
(But please for the love of consent and respect for marginalized peoples, do Not recommend Laci Green or Erica Moen. Google can tell you more about their literal exploits if you need.)
See also
Chelsea Poe: “I’m a porn star asking the industry to stop using the term ‘sh*m*le’” (The Daily Dot)
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winsome*
- harry is an annoyed paperboy -
Harry fucking hated his job. In fact, the word “hate” probably couldn’t even begin to describe the disdain he felt towards it. He was a paperboy and he was 25, for God’s sake, he should be done with college college (he’d dropped out last year and his mom’s friend offered him this job- there wasn’t anything else and he was honestly too lazy to find something different so he just accepted) and getting his life together, but instead he was throwing paper into rich people’s yards like he was 13. The people were annoying, the sun was hot, and, honestly, he just wanted to go home and play video games instead of waking up at the asscrack of dawn to deliver cheap newspapers to people who don’t even read them. The only decent part of it all was this one girl who always seemed to wake up just as early as he did. She’d wait on the steps for him with an extra £20 and a ridiculous smile on her face. Her name was Y/N, as she’d told him the first time he’d delivered papers to that neighborhood. She was outside laying in the grass and he went up to her to make sure he wasn’t delivering to a dead girl. She was fine, though- just weird.
Her eyes had snapped open as soon as he came within a few feet of her, excitedly dashing to her feet to greet him with her outstretched hand. Adorning her fingers were rings made out of diamonds and gold, glimmering in the rising sunlight. Those rings led to perfectly manicured nails that were just long enough to get his attention. On her body was a silky blue robe that ended mid-thigh, tied loosely around her waist. She introduced herself, taking the time to pull out way more money than he deserved… right out of her bra. It seemed to be a set that went along with her robe, lacy and delicate, and Y/N apparently didn’t care that he saw it at all. In fact, it seemed like she wanted him to. That was when Harry knew he’d have to deliver to that neighborhood again. Honestly, she was a pest most of the time but it was nice to have the company when all he ever really heard was the chirping of birds and water fountains.
Every single morning she had on a different robe, the same length and the same style, and, Harry assumed, the same type of lingerie. It irked him, a lot, actually. He knew she was rich- it was fine, whatever, but the fact that she knew she was going to be around him every morning and still wore something like that made him think she was doing it on purpose. Harry thought he was a pretty decent looking guy, especially compared to what other 225-year-old college dropouts probably looked like, but there was no way she was that into him. Harry concluded that she was most likely insane because she woke up so early and had a crush on a paperboy who probably made what he made in a month in an entire year (plus, she somehow knew he had a thing for lingerie sets… witchcraft was another theory).
Don’t get him wrong, he was a feminist and believed that women should be able to do whatever they want, wear whatever they want, and be whoever they wanted to be, but it was just too much sometimes. Branching off of the witchcraft theory, it seemed like Y/N was always on his mind. Whether it be when he’s shopping for groceries and sees her favorite fruit or when he’s laying in bed with his hand on his cock. The image of her smooth, silky legs gracefully moving in time with his own was enough to get him worked up, but his mind always managed to drift back to the gorgeous blue, lacy bra he’d seen the first day he met her. It was imprinted into his mind like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He could describe the way her breasts curved out of them to someone before he could tell them his middle name. He thought about her a freaky amount, in his opinion (once again, he’d like to argue that it was witchcraft), and every time he was with her, he found himself wanting more. More of her soft skin, more of her gentle voice, preferably in a bed without a bag full of newspapers.
Today the robe was a baby pink color, slippers with a fuzzy little ball on top adorning her feet that never seemed to be dirty despite her always running around in the grass. She was sitting criss-cross on the ground with her dog, not noticing Harry yet. He began to walk closer, thinking she’d look up at him, but all she did was spread her legs in an attempt to get away from Doodle, her Jack Russell Terrier, who was nipping at her cute slippers. Here’s the thing, Harry was a gentleman. He swore he was. His mother had raised him to be, but holy shit, he wasn’t blind. Underneath her silk robe lied a place that he’d definitely thought of multiple times within the past few months, a place that he didn’t ever expect to actually see, though. Apparently, the lingerie set included slitless panties that showed off almost everything he ever could have dreamt of. He didn't even know where you could get that kind of shit, probably on some crazy expensive website that only women like Y/N knew about.
“Harry!” she gasped. His head snapped up, leaving a crick in it. He was fucking sure she’d noticed him staring, expecting her to yell at him and to never come back to this side of town ever again or she’d sue him for all he was worth (which probably wouldn’t be too difficult) but all he got was her familiar gleaming smile. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in years!” she got up, looping her arm with his, purposefully feeling his muscles with her other hand.
“It’s only been a day,” he said quietly. His mind was still reeling over the thought of her wearing slitless panties. Slitless! As if he didn’t have enough trouble with the robes and the bra and the legs, now he knew that she was wearing underwear that didn’t even cover her all the way, probably every single day that he’s known her! He felt like he was invading her privacy, obviously she hadn’t meant to flash him like that… right?
“Still! I have so much to tell you about! I had to fire this girl at work because she messed up a shipment and you know how much I hate firing people, it’s the worst. All of the paperwork and the crying, but my assistant said I couldn’t make her fire people anymore, so, of course, I had to fire her, too,” she rambled. He didn’t really know what she did, but he knew that she made a lot, especially considering that she was his age, she was probably some sort of CEO after taking over the family business. She was very smart, he knew that, and apparently fired people a lot.
“But anyways, what’s been up with you? Did you ever apply at that one place?” she asked, referring to McDonald's. Harry would be annoyed with her if he didn’t know that she wasn’t coming from a malicious or mocking place. She was just so sweet to him, treating him like he wasn’t some boy who delivered newspapers to her mansion, just like they were both average people. But, realistically, she didn’t even know what McDonald's was and things like that diminished his hope of ever being more than… whatever they were.
“No, but I think I might go back to school. I still want to write songs or something like that, just have to get my degree and I might be able to,” he spoke, throwing another newspaper to the next yard.
“Oh, that’s great!” she gasped. “You know, you could work as my assistant in the meantime if you wanted to. I obviously need a new one and I trust you not to fuck up anything.”
“I- that’s a lot to ask of you, Y/N, I’m not sure I’d be a great fit for… what is it you do? Sorry, it’s never really come up before,” he asked, slowly unraveling their arms in order to get a better angle on tossing the next paper. His eyes drifted to her legs when she kicked a stray stone back into the person’s front lawn, the femininity of how her foot curved made him want to run his mouth up her legs, kissing until he reached the pretty, glossy sight that he stumbled upon earlier that day.
“Oh, woah, you’re totally right, sorry I spaced that,” she laughed. Harry mumbled an “it’s fine” and cleared his throat.
“Have you ever heard of a company called ‘Ravish’?” she asked. He shook his head, trying to jog his memory for any type of companies that could be called that. A shoe company? Maybe something like Amazon?
“Well… I could show you, if you like,” she offered, wrapping her hands around his bicep again and pulling him to a stop. His eyes followed her tongue, peeking out and running across her bottom lip, painting it with a light, wet sheen. He could feel himself plumping up even more in his boring, and, in his opinion, disgustingly ugly trousers. Getting on her toes so she could lean into his ear, she whispered, “I promise it’ll be worth your while, Harry.” Breath caught in his throat, he nodded apprehensively.
Y/N’s house was bigger than anything he’d ever seen, probably more than 20x bigger than the space he and Mitch lived in. There was a beautiful marble staircase that was surrounded by plants and vases that he tried his hardest to steer clear of in order to avoid breaking them. That staircase led to a large master bedroom that had a four-post bed with curtains around the sides, giving it an elegant, almost royal feel.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are we in here?” he asked, avoiding thoughts of her bent over the silk sheets. She ignored him.
“What do you like to listen to?” she asked, walking over to a record player. It seemed to be the only technology in the room, actually, and it made Harry feel kind of fuzzy-headed. She was honestly his dream girl and he had no idea what made her want to invite a paperboy into her home.
“Whatever you do,” he mumbled, wanting to see if that was true. Y/N hummed, picking up a vinyl that was sitting next to the record player, one that didn’t look to be in spotless condition like the others in what seemed like a vast collection. It was something he’d never heard before, which was surprising, but he liked it.
“Now, I need you to tell me something, okay? And be honest,” she said, gesturing for Harry to sit on her bed. “Are you interested in me?” He sputtered, unsure of what was going to be happening while he was there with her and felt his ears getting red.
“I-I mean, yeah, I think, but I get it if you d-” he said, shakily.
“Harry,” she spoke, sternly. He looked up. “Tell me honestly, are you interested in me?”
“Yes, I’m interested in you,” he said. Y/N smiled, kissing his cheek.
“Okay, I’m interested in you, too,” she said. He broke out into a grin.
“Oh, thank God, I thought you were going to kill me or something,” he joked. She hummed, a knowing smile on her face.
“Well, you never know,” she said. Harry was about to make a quip back at her but quickly shut his mouth, watching her slide her robe off of her shoulders. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, sitting nicely in the cups of her bra, confirming all his suspicions of it being a matching set. Her left leg slid in between his, resting nicely against his growing bulge. She lifted one of her perfectly manicured hands and ran it across his jaw, slowly sliding it into his messy hair. Her other leg went over his own so she was straddling his thigh, Harry’s hands grasping her hips to make sure the moment was actually happening, hoping it would keep her there if it wasn’t.
“You’re so good for me, Harry,” she whispered. She expected him to lean into her hand or moan, something like that, but all she got was a suddenly dark look in his eyes. The next thing she knew, she was being pinned to her own bed, both of her wrists fitting into his hand. Her chest was heaving, her pussy throbbing at how his broad body completely covered her own and made her feel smaller than she actually was.
“Nuh-uh, that’s not how this is going to work, Y/N,” he growled. “I’ve been good for the past three months, now it’s your turn.” She moaned, mouth agape slightly at his unusual but very anticipated show of dominance. He took the chance to place his lips on hers. The kiss was wet and sloppy but so nice and neither of them could really believe it was happening. He was surrounded with the soft scent of her skin and the silk sheets against his hand, deciding that he wanted to feel a different kind of silk. Without her really expecting it, his hand drifted to her slit, already coated in her arousal. They simultaneously groaned against each other’s lips at how wet and ready she was for him. He rubbed her clit lightly, not enough to provide the stimulation she wanted but enough to make her crave more.
The air in the room was quickly becoming heated, the rock ballad that Harry didn’t know but was really beginning to like playing in the background. Harry pulled away from her, ignoring her fingers making grabby motions and the pout that adorned her lips. It was crazy to him how fast she could switch between being an absolute sex kitten to being this goofy, childlike girl. He liked it, a lot. He brought his hard cock out of his trousers, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it somewhere across the room. He did the same with his underwear and her bra, placing himself at her entrance but making no move to actually enter.
“Do you have any condoms, love?” he asked, pinching her nipple over her pretty bra until she arched into his hand with fervor. He placed himself between her legs again, lifting one of them so it was bent, her foot against the bed and her knee towards the air.
“I’m on birth control, please, just hurry up,” she said, exasperated at his teasing and just wanting to feel him. He laughed through his nose a little, deciding to drag it on even longer because of how bratty he thought she was being. Throbbing waves of pleasure entered them both when Harry glided his tip over her clit, painting it with his precum and letting her try and buck her hips. Hair was sprawled across the bed, Y/N’s eyes blown with lust, lips swollen from his bruising kiss. He thought she looked angelic, ironically.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Is that what you want? You want me to stuff you full of my cock? Feel me inside of you for weeks, sweetheart?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes, please, j-just put your cock in me,” she moaned. Signs of her desperation leaked from her pussy, Harry dipping his head into her slightly and rubbing back towards her clit, teasing her. He placed his hands on her lower lips, spreading them so she could feel him better.
“I don’t know if you deserve my cock, you’ve been a bad girl. I don’t think you’re sorry for teasing me like that…” he scolded. “”Every single day, you wear your naughty sets, pretending that you’re innocent. You make me go home hard and alone, imagining your pretty mouth wrapped around me. No, little girl, I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”
“I am!” she gasped. “I am sorry, please, I promise!” Her body writhed against the expensive silk sheets and Harry made a note to himself that he should buy silk sheets.
“No, you’re not, but you will be,” he said. He slammed into her, jerking the headboard into the wall, setting a ruthless pace that he’d been waiting to give her for far too long. Y/N’s jaw went slack, letting his movements bring shocks across her body and light it on fire with his eyes. Her underwear was absolutely drenched in her arousal, any semblance of cleaning it shot out the window almost as soon as he agreed to come over. A groan flew from his mouth at the sound his thrusts were making, his thumb rubbing her clit harshly.
“Listen to how messy you are, baby, just for me, huh?” he huffed.
“Yes! Yes, just for you, please!” she yelped, trying to grasp onto anything to hold back. He felt so big inside of her, hitting deep and not allowing her to form a coherent thought.
“Please, what?” he asked, thrusting even more intensely.
“Please let me cum!” she shouted, thrashing around on the bed and holding onto his neck to gain some kind of resistance against her orgasm.
“Hmm, already? Are you sure you’ve earned that? I don’t know, I think seeing you hold it back would make me believe you’re finally a good girl,” he spoke, flicking her clit even harder to see if she could actually do it.
“I-I can’t, please!” she sobbed. She tightened around his cock, causing him to hiss and continue rubbing her clit out of spite.
“Just a little longer, sweetheart, then you can cum all over my cock, yeah? Drench me in your sweet juices even more, let me feel how much you mean it,” he breathed, his own orgasm just around the corner. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she clenched her teeth, legs twitching around his nimble hips when he pinched her clit.
“Okay, cum, baby, cum on my cock, milk me for all I’ve got,” he moaned. Earth-shattering waves crashed over her, all she could feel and all that she wanted to feel was Harry against her, the sugary sweet feeling of ecstasy dripping over her. It felt like Y/N was burning up and in a bath full of ice at the same time and she craved for more of it. His own orgasm pulsed through him, the wet stickiness painted her walls and caused an even smoother glide of his cock, breathless gasps exchanged through yet another bruising kiss. Harry was still thrusting, prolonging her orgasm longer than she’d experienced with anyone else, hitting all of her sensitive spots. Her teeth felt fuzzy from how hard she’d been clenching them and there was no way she wasn’t falling in love with this man.
“Fuck, yes, baby, just like that, so good, so good for me, letting me fill you up,” he groaned, causing the final and hardest wave to hit her. One of her arms fell from his neck to feel his biceps straining to hold himself above her body while still thrusting fairly intensely.
“I love your arms,” she mumbled, dazed and fucked out. He laughed, lying down beside her and letting her squeeze him.
“Really? Couldn’t tell,” he mumbled, completely relaxed.
“Yeah? Me constantly touching them didn’t give it away?” she joked.
“Not at all. I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked gently.
“No, it was really, really good,” she giggled, tracing his tattoos, familiarizing herself with them. They were quiet for a while until Harry realized something.
“Hey, you never told me what you do. Was that just a ploy to get me to come over?” he teased, poking her side.
“No! Well, maybe,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I own my own lingerie company. It’s called Ravish and I was hoping that if I wore it long enough you’d Google it. Plus, I wanted to turn you on enough to make a move on me or something.” It was silent for a moment again, Y/N growing anxious that he wouldn’t like her anymore because she owned a company basically designed for sex.
“Well, you’ve clearly learned nothing from a few minutes ago. Guess we have to try again until you do,” he said. She perked up quickly.
“I guess we do.”
hiii omg omg it’s been a year since i wrote my first story on here!! it’s also been a year since harry performed medicine live for the first time! i just wrote this as a lil anniversary thing bc i wanted to say thank you for reading the stuff on my account! i love writing (esp about harry) and seeing positive feedback from people is always so comforting and nice. so, once again, thank you if you've ever read anything i’ve written, if you’ve liked it, or even if you like me xxx
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Playthings - Part Two (Michael Langdon x Dark!Witch reader x Duncan Shepherd)
Read part one here!
Plot: you and Michael arrive at Outpost 3 and have the pleasure of getting to know the infamous Duncan Shepherd.
Warnings: choking kink, fingers sucking, dirty talk, penetration
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You are doing your last interview of the day when Michael decides to come into your office and interrupt the lovely conversation you were having with Ms. Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt.
You smile warmly at him, not missing the lustful look the blonde woman gives to Michael as he just ignoring her. You can’t really blame her though; Michael is undeniably gorgeous. His crystal blue eyes, strawberry blonde locks and his angel-like features make everyone drool over him. He’s absolutely the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and you often think about how lucky you are when you come to the realization that you are the one he decided to get close to.
Michael returns your silent greeting, his sweet gaze he reserves to you only turning stern back again as soon as he focuses at Coco.
“Ms. Vanderbilt, thank you for your time. The interview is over, you can go back to your room.” He says, making you raise an eyebrow at him.
“Actually, the interview’s not over. We still have a lot to talk about.” You fire back, him looking at you again. You notice how his eyes are basically speaking to you; that stare you know like the back of your hand. He wants you.
“So? Who do I have to listen to?” Coco interrupts your silent conversation with her squeaky voice. Michael opens his mouth to reply but you’re fast enough to be the one who gets to speak first.
“You have to listen to me. I’m the one interviewing you, and I’m telling you that our interview is not over yet.” You explain, facing the rich woman.
“Excuse us for a few seconds, Ms. Vanderbilt.” You add, standing up and exiting the room; Michael following you swiftly behind. As soon as you find a corner that can hide you both from the curious, prying eyes of the inhabitants of Outpost 3, you turn to face him, annoyance clear on your face.
“What the fuck are yo-“ you start, but he doesn’t give you any time to finish the sentence: his hand instantly wraps around your throat while his plump, sinful lips press against yours. He pins your body with his own to the wall behind and you feel your initial anger slowly fading away as his tongue darts inside, searching for your own.
It takes everything in you to break away from his hot kisses — but you still do, earning a disappointed groan from him.
“I don’t want to make a show for the useless humans populating this place.” You explain, referring to the fact that you are basically making out in the hallway of the underground building and anyone could pass by and see you.
He hums, smirking and slightly tilting his head to the side; his thumb now caressing the curve of your neck, the gesture making you close your eyes just for a moment.
“Then end that fucking interview so I can have you all to myself.” He purrs inside your ear, making you bit your bottom lip.
He occupies his lips by gliding them on your cheek, then on your jawline, leaving hot trails of kisses behind and going further down; the hand wrapped around your neck slides down to make enough space for his mouth to keep its work. Instead of replying, you take his face in both of your hands, leveling it up with yours, and without hesitation you press your lips back on his. You feel Michael smiling into the kiss, him already knowing that he has won. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and pull hard enough to draw blood and you don’t waste any time sucking the red liquid off of his delicious lips.
An animalistic groan leaves his mouth, making him press his hips into yours and letting you feel how hard he is.
His hand gives a hard squeeze to your neck, “If you don’t stop, I’ll just have to take you right here”, he states with a raspy tone.
“Oh no, we wouldn’t want Ms. Venable to punish us for breaking one of her sacred rules.” You reply sarcastically, making him chuckle under his breath.
“Do I need to remind you that we already did?”
You lick your lips as your tongue presses against your front teeth.
“Yes. You probably should remind me that.”
“Good girl.” He praises, dragging a hand down the small of your back to grab your ass.
You exchange another short kiss before going back to your office with the intent of dismissing Ms. Vanderbilt.
You enter the room with Michael by your side, Coco standing up and turning around as soon as she hears the doorknob clicking.
“Ms. Vanderbilt, you can leave.” You blurt out before she can say anything.
The blonde looks at you with a confused expression, “But you said…”
“I know what I said.” You harshly interrupt, Michael lowly sneering beside you.
“I changed my mind. Now, leave.” You demand again.
You can see how Coco’s trying hard to keep all the snarky comments she has for you to herself. She wants with every cell of her being to get out of that Outpost and start to live again — just like anyone here — and she knows she wouldn’t get far if she tried to fight you. So, she remains silent, making you grow a satisfied smirk on your face. She would do anything to secure her place into the Sanctuary, even if that means sacrificing some of her humour. Too bad she’s not going anywhere either way.
Michael waits for Coco to exit the room before grabbing your arm and drawing you towards him.
“You’re so fucking rude.” He whispers with a smirk, his free hand now yanking your hair back in order to expose your neck. He wastes no time and immediately attaches his lips to your pulse point, sucking harshly.
“Says the Antichrist.”
And he pulls your hair harder.
He moves away from your neck, his face now mere centimeters away from you.
“Get on the fucking bed. Now.”
“No.” You calmly breathe your answer to him, your index finger absentmindedly playing with the gold locks sitting on his shoulder.
He inhales deeply; the hand that’s gripping your hair goes straight to your throat instead, his fingers clutching tightly around it.
“What the fuck did you say?” He’s angry, and impatient.
“I said, no. I don’t want to go on the bed. I wanna get on my knees for you.” You say, though you find it hard to form a sentence when his hand is squeezing the air out of your lungs.
His face relaxes a little at your confession.
“What makes you think that you are worthy to have my cock down your throat?”
Michael asks smirking. You look down to his bulge and then back up.
“What makes you think that you are worthy to have your way with me on the bed of my fucking office?”
It’s in moments like this that Michael thinks that he will never get tired of her playful, little, wicked girl. You always had to have the last word on everything and sometimes even he was at a loss of words when it came to you.
“I’ll show you worthy.”
And with that, he throws you on the bed.
“You never know when to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, do you?”
He continues, lying on top of you; his hand grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.
You smugly look at him, “Never.”
He devilishly chuckles, his thumb traces your pouted lips until he forces it inside your mouth.
You suck it, hollowing your cheeks while looking at him with the most innocent gaze you can pull off.
He groans at the sight, letting his thumb slip out of your lips and then replacing it with his index and middle fingers, pushing them down your throat.
“So fucking pretty.” He comments, drawing out his fingers only to drag them on your chin and neck to make your features glisten with saliva. He inserts his digits back into your mouth, adding another one this time, as you savour the cold metal of his rings against your tongue. Michael bites his bottom lip while pushing his long fingers down your throat as deep as he can, completely entranced by the sight under him.
You take advantage of his temporary moment of weakness and push him down on the bed, climbing on his waist instead.
You give his fingers one last flick of your tongue and then pin both of his hands above his head. You start slowly grinding on his prominent length, the action earning a few throaty groans from the both of you.
“I need you so fucking bad.” You weakly admit while your hands undress him as quick as possible.
He pushes your dress up and you help him take it off by sliding it up your head, his warm hands wandering on your stomach and thighs until he unclasps your black lacy bra. He pushes you down on him, your breasts now on his face. He squeezes them together and wrap his lips on one of your hardened nipples, sucking, licking and biting. His other hand still harshly massaging the other and you just can’t contain the moans that leave your mouth. He gives you one particular hard bite and you start grinding on him again, making him whimper on your skin.
“Such a fucking tease.” Michael says with a low tone.
You straighten your back as your hands go straight to his expensive trousers - the only piece of clothing left on his body.
You expertly unbuckle his pants and he rises his hips, letting you take the offending item off.
You palm him through his boxers, earning a low hiss from you.
“I’m tired of your fucking game.” He says gripping your wrist and sitting up. He pushes you down on the bed once again, him taking full control from there, and you let him.
His hand presses completely to your core and you arch your back, desperate for some more friction.
He hums smugly, his long fingers grasping the waistband of your matching black lacy underwear and almost ripping it off in the process.
Usually, you two would take things slow and just savour each other. But other times, just like tonight, you both couldn’t wait to feel yourselves become one.
And that’s why Michael wastes no time into spreading your legs wide for him and lining up his cock at your entrance, moaning at your wetness.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me.” He says, gliding his member through your folds and spreading your slickness on it.
You groan at the feeling, digging your nails on his shoulder. One of your hands slides up to grip his hair in order to move his head back. You hungrily kiss his neck, licking and biting on his Adam’s Apple.
That’s when Michael decides he’s had enough and thrusts ruthlessly inside of you, making you gasp.
“Fuck.” You loudly hiss, throwing your head back.
One of Michael’s hands is pressing harshly into your right hip, making you still; the other grips your left tigh and spreads you even wider.
“I’m gonna fucking ravage you.” He declares.
You tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, revealing his 666 scar. You pull his face down onto as you slowly lick his birth mark. The gesture alone increases his thrusts, making him go deeper and harder. You hear him groaning in your neck as the hold on your body parts gets stronger, surely leaving bruises.
“You’re always so good to me.” He pants, and you silently thank him by biting on his lobe.
Michael slowly slides out of your cunt only to thrust back inside, the roughness of his sudden movement making you scream. You are sure that anyone passing by can perfectly hear you.
“D-Don’t stop, fuck.” You stutter your words out.
Your flushed cheeks and trembling lips only making Michael feel so satisfied with himself. He loves nothing more than to ruin his usually emotionless, well-composed, witty girl. He gets off to the thought of you being a complete mess under him, your whimpers begging him to keep going.
It’s after one particularly strong thrust that you feel yourself clenching around him, eyes rolling in the back of your head; his massive length filling you up completely and leaving you in a daze.
“Fuck. Do that shit again. I wanna feel your pussy clenching around me, my pretty witch.” He says while groping one of your breasts and squeezing tight.
You open your eyes and you swear you can reach your high just by looking at the beautiful man above you.
It’s not long after that your release hits you like a trainwreck, earning another loud scream from you. Michael‘s orgasm follows soon behind and you can feel him spilling his hot load inside of you. He groans and looks down where you’re still connected, watching how his cum spills out of your cunt, making him lick his lips.
You follow his gaze and smile wickedly at the view.
“You’ve made a fucking mess, Langdon.”
“I like you more when you’re like this.” He says as he kisses you slowly, biting your bottom lip; you feel him pulling out before laying on his back right beside you.
You turn on your side as you watch him running a hand through his sweat hair, thinking about how beautiful he is.
“You know I can hear your thoughts, honey.” He speaks again, smiling sweetly at you.
“I know.” You answer, getting close enough to rest your head on his chest. His arm instantly wraps around the small of your back to hold you against him.
“The fact that Venable assigned us two separate rooms is completely bullshit.” He comments, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“That still doesn’t stop us to have amazing sex, does it?”
He softly giggles before wrapping you both in the satin covers of your bed, “You’re right.”
“As always.”
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Feelings - Fangs Fogarty x Reader
Request: Can I have a request with Fangs. You moved to Riverdale and end up at Southside High and the Ghoulies surround you a your locker trying to get a rise out of you. Fangs catches up with you after and it leads to you dating him and you also becoming a serpent. Sorry for the long request. Thanks love
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(A/N): I’m back! So, just so y’all know, I’m trying my best to get back into this… I’m an engineering major, and I’m in many difficult courses at the moment. (My university is a HUGE engineering school…) Hopefully I’ll be coming out with everything else within the next few weeks, but I can’t promise wonderful stuff… I’m so sorry, yet again. I hope this is what you wanted, lmao
Southside High, your new high school for the next two years. The old, beat-up building intimidated you as you approached the entrance. Gripping the strap of your backpack, you walked in, your stress increasing as you were instructed to place your bag down and walk through the metal detector. After being cleared, you were met with a pink haired girl. “(y/n) (y/l/n)?”
“That’s me,” You said with an uncomfortable smile. Your hands made their way to your jacket pockets, shrugging your shoulders up shyly. Although you didn’t stand out amongst the students, you didn’t appear to fit in either.
The girl, who you learned was Toni, showed you around the school and told you little facts here and there until it was time for your first class where she dropped you off. “Try to lay low for now, you’re fresh meat, and they’ll know that,” She whispered, referring to the ‘ghoulies’ she had told you about earlier. You nodded and bit your lip before going into the classroom. The class was slow since no one cared to participate in class, but you knew you had to do the same to remain hidden, as Toni advised you to do. When the bell rang, you decided to test out your locker so you could set aside your books. As you reached the metal locker, you checked the paper that had your combination and attempted to unlock it. While you tried to unlock the stubborn locker, a boy with long, straight blonde hair approached you. You ignored the boy, continuing to yank at your locker.
“Hey, newbie, look at me, will ya?” He spat and you clenched your jaw, turning so you were facing him. “What’re you doing in a place like this, sweet cheeks?” He asked, placing his hand on the side of your face, making sure you continued to look at him. You remained silent, deciding not to provoke him further by saying something stupid. His hand retracted and then smacked your cheek and you winced. “Say something, bitch!”
Feeling spiteful, you kept your mouth shut and maneuvered your way out of his presence. “Fuck off,” You called out as you made your way to class. As you turned back to watch where you were walking, you nearly ran into a boy with a jacket that was the same as Toni’s. “Sorry,” you apologized quickly, rushing to your next class.
Thinking you were off free, you relaxed in your seat until the boy you nearly ran into entered the room. He was hot, honestly, a strong jawline, a built stature, and tan. You could smell his cologne as he moved past you and took his place in the seat beside you. “Good job out there with that Ghoulie,” He said casually, leaning back into his seat.
“Um, thanks?” You said awkwardly, turning so you were able to face him.
“I’m Fangs,” He introduced himself, his eyes scanning your body.
“(y/n),” You replied, deciding to ignore his not-so-subtle method of checking you out.
“I guess I should give a bit of context, this school is pretty divided. There’s the ghoulies, like the one out there, and there’s the Southside Serpents. Serpents are better, but maybe that’s my bias,” he chuckled and shifted his body to flash the jacket that sported a Southside Serpent logo.
“Oh, leather jackets with a logo embroidered, scary. I’m quaking in fear,” You joked and bit your lip flirtatiously. “I’m only kidding,” you added since his shoulder tensed for a brief second. “It’s stylish.”
Fangs chuckled and you jumped as the bell rang, the sound was ear piercing, and also a clear reminder of where you were. You turned to face the teacher, and once no one else did the same, you decided to follow the majority.
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Once lunch rolled around, there was a hand that gripped your arm, dragging you in a different direction. Yanking your arm back, you prepared to swing at the perpetrator. When you were met with the same handsome face from this morning, you relaxed.
“Yo, what’s up, Fangsy?” You joked, watching him guide you toward a table in the back of the lunch room. The students who were already occupying the table all wore jackets similar to his.
“Just keeping you safe from the Ghoulies,” He stated simply, sitting at the table quickly. You stood awkwardly, scanning the tables nervously. “Take a seat, (y/l/n), we don’t bite.” Chuckling nervously, you sat down across from him, slowly sliding your bag off of your back.
“Hey, aren’t you the chick that fought with the Ghoulie?” A tall boy with slick black hair asked you, leaning into the table a bit as he spoke.
A blush crept on your cheeks and you nodded shyly. “Is this my reputation?” You giggled and bit your lip. The boy who asked you the question put his fist out and you fist bumped him, hoping that’s what he was aiming for.
“That’s sick, even newbies are kicking Ghoulie ass.” You chuckled awkwardly and bit your lip nervously.
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Months passed, and you found yourself with Fangs more than without him. He picked you up before school- probably because you make him breakfast-, the majority of your classes were together, and after school you either spent time at his place or with his serpent friends.
This night would have been like any like any other night as of recent, except you had a plan. In a few hours, Fangs, Toni, Sweet Pea and you would be going to the Wyrm for some Friday night drinks. As you thought about your risky plan, you slipped on a lacy black bodysuit and shorts over top. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you smiled, and then slipped on your black heels. Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you checked your phone and noticed Fangs texted you he would be there in a few minutes.
He had sent that five minutes prior.
“Shiiiiiiit!” You shouted as you grabbed your purse and shoved your phone in there as you rushed out of your house. Locking the door behind you, you turned to see Fangs standing next to his motorcycle while on his phone. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see your text until just now.” You sputtered, walking over to his bike.
“(Y/N/N), you’re fine, don’t worry about it.” Fangs put his phone away and looked at you, his eyes scanning your body. He coughed, and grabbed his helmet, handing it over to you,”hop on, don’t wanna be more late.” He joked, winking at you.
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When the two of entered the bar, you beelined to your friends, pulling Fangs with you. As you joined the group, you received many looks of confusion at your outfit, and then an expression you couldn’t read when they looked down at you holding onto Fangs’ hand. “Is there any reason the two of you showed up late together?” Sweet Pea questioned, winking at the two of you.
“What?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips, looking up at Sweet Pea with an attitude. “Are you implying something?” Sweet Pea started to speak but decided to let it go. He knew better than to upset you, especially if you were planning on drinking.
About an hour passed and you had drank quite a bit, which was out of character. “(Y/N/N), are you sure you need another drink? You’ve had a lot.” Fangs asked, resting his hand on your back as he spoke to you.
You nodded, chugging your new drink. “That was the last one, needed some liquid confidence before I did this.” You slammed your cup down and made your way to the stage.
The next few minutes passed in a blur. As you stumbled back to your friends, they all stared at you dumbfoundedly. “I don’t feel so good…”
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As you woke up, your head was pounding. Slowly opening your eyes, you searched the room you were in. “Where am I?”
“My place. Take this for the hangover, I think you need it.” Fangs walked up to you and handed you medicine and a glass of water. Smiling as a thanks, you sat up and accepted the medicine and quickly swallowed the pills.
“What happened?” You questioned, watching Fangs as he sat down next to you.
“Well, you were hammered, possibly black out drunk, and then you did the serpent dance. Hence, the jacket.” He gestured to the serpent jacket that was covering your body.
You ran your fingers over the leather and smiled to yourself. “Cool.” you whispered to yourself.
“But when you came back to us, you passed out. So, I took you back here since I knew it wouldn’t be cool to bring you to your house and have your parents see you passed out.”
“Thanks, Fangsy…” You murmured, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Y’know, I don’t remember much about last night, but I do remember watching you while I was up there…”
“Yeah? Why’d you watch me?” He questioned, tilting his head to rest it on yours.
You shrugged, “I’m not sure, you just make me feel safe, and happy,” you felt your face heat up as you admitted those feelings to him. “I-I’m sorry, that was kinda weird.”
Fangs shook his head and moved his arm so it was wrapped around you. “Might’ve been cheesy, but not weird.” He chuckled, “plus, I like it, it’s cute… feelings, and all.”
“Feelings are for pussies,” You joked, giggling as you said it. “I’m still sleepy.” You admitted.
“Get up.” Fangs suddenly instructed. Furrowing your brows, you complied, getting off of the couch. He followed suit and grabbed your hand, guiding you to his bedroom. “You can lay down in here. There’s less light and it’s more comfortable.”
You smiled and walked over to his bed, sliding in under the covers. “Well?” You looked at him expectantly. Fangs shot you a confused look. You just smiled and patted the spot next to you. “Unless I’m reading this whole situation wrong, I’m assuming this is okay.”
Fangs chuckled and walked toward the bed, laying down next to you. “Unless I’m reading this wrong, this--we’re a thing?” You just nodded in reply and closed your eyes, shifting into a comfortable position before drifting off.
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The next time you saw your whole group of friends was that Monday morning, where Fangs took you to school as usual. As the two of you approached the group, their conversation stopped. “Hey! What’s up?” You asked them, your hand gripping Fangs’ nervously.
“Are you okay? You passed out after the dance and-”
“Toni, I’m fine. I was so nervous that I over drank. But it’s okay, I’m all good!” You assured your friend and smiled. “Plus, I’m a serpent now!”
Toni chuckled and nodded, looking down at your hands. “Wait-- are you two..?” You just nodded and smiled, looking at Fangs happily.
“Finally! We’ve been trying to set you guys up for ages.”
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(Since there wasn’t much romance bc my writing has gone to shit, I’ve decided to include a few random scenes I would imagine happening.)
With everyone going to Riverdale High, there was a lot of stress being put on the serpents. You had one of the hardest times adjusting, since for the first time in a long time, you felt as though you belonged, and that was being torn away from you. All you had left was the serpents, and that wasn’t easy when the school banned all paraphernalia.
“Fangs... “
Tap, tap.
“Fangs,”
Tap, top.
“Baby,” you dragged out, continuing to tap his shoulder to try and get his attention.
“What’s up, babe?” He turned around from his conversation with Sweet Pea and Jughead to look at you.
Looking around, you blushed and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Can I stay over tonight?”
Fangs chuckled, “again?” He whispered back.
You shifted uncomfortably at the question, “I miss you, and you make me feel safe and stuff…” Fangs nodded in understanding and gently grabbed your hand.
“Alright, if you want to stay here with us until we leave, you can.”
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Laughter. The room was filled with laughter, specifically coming from your boyfriend, Fangs. “What is so funny? I’m a weak person, I need to be able to defend myself!” You explained, holding up the pink ‘brass knuckles’ style, cat shaped weapon. The two of you were sitting on the couch, just relaxing after school.
“It’s pink, and shaped like a cat!” His laughter continued as he looked at your ‘claw’, as you called it.
“Stop laughing!” You shoved his shoulder and rolled your eyes at him. You then slipped the claw onto your fingers and gently jabbed him in the side.
“Ow!”
“That’s what you get!” You giggled and moved them so the claw was only on one finger, and you spun it around.
“Hey! Be careful! You’ll hurt yourself.” He reached over and gently held your hand so stop you from spinning the weapon around.
Feeling playful, you used your freehand and grabbed the claw and put it on your other hand. “You can’t stop me!” You teased, messing with the claw.
“Stop,” He whined, grabbing the claw and gently removing it from your hand. His hand remained on yours, partially to keep himself safe, and partially because he just liked holding your hand.
Smirking, you decided to give it one last shot, and took the claw into your other hand and held it far away from him over the edge of the couch. “You’re ridiculous! Someone will get hurt!” Fangs laughed and reached over you, grabbing your hand that had the claw in it. He stayed there for a second and just looked at you.
At the moment, he was practically laying across you, his chest nearly against yours as you looked at one another. Next thing you know, his lips were on yours, and then the claw fell to the ground.
(Okay, so this one was loosely based off of a date I went on… We didn’t kiss, but it was a moment that I really enjoyed, and I felt that writing it in a way that it could have went is kind of therapeutic.)
#riverdale#riverdale imagines#riverdale imagine#riverdale fic#riverdale one shot#fangs fogarty#fangs fogarty x reader#fangs fogarty one shot#fangs fogarty imagine#sweet pea#toni topaz#riverdale x reader
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tension-ben hardy as roger taylor and douglas booth as nikki sixx x reader ✨
a/n: LOTS OF SMUT, definitely language, breeding kink, rough sex, female receiving oral, male receiving oral, messy sex, slapping kink, a bit of a daddy kink, same sex kissing, reference to abuse, public display of a woman, dirty talk, drugs, basically anything you can think of!
another a/n: Finally saw The Dirt last night and I can officially claim that I am a whore for both of these men so enjoy this my fellow sinners!
another other a/n: It was a special night. The local pub was hosting a few very popular bands, but the two that stood out to you the most was Mötley Crüe and Queen, mainly for the Crue’s freaking hot bassist and Queen’s freaking hot drummer. Before the show you hit it off with Roger but later on Nikki comes into the picture. Roger doesn’t take too kindly to that. At all. You’ll see were it goes ;)
“We’re finally going out, Y/n! Finally getting away from that shithole we call a job!” Your best friend, Kayla, says.
“I know right! I hate it there, tonight is very much needed.” You say as you’re putting in a stud earring. “Who are you most excited to see?”
“Mötley Crüe because Vince can get it from me anyday.” She giggles.
“Wow, I had no clue.” You roll your eyes and then laugh.
You both finished getting ready. You decided you wouldn’t mind wearing something a bit more revealing than normal. You decided on an off the shoulder red dress with a black lacy bra and some black heels to go with it.
A few other bands were supposed to go first, so you just settled on drinking with Kayla at the bar.
“I’ll have a beer, please.” You heard a somewhat familiar voice say behind you.
“Wait..” You say, turning around to see HIM. Roger fucking Taylor.
“Hi, darling. Can I interest you in a drink?” He said, looking you deep in the eyes with his piercing ones.
“Yes please.” You say, completely forgetting you had just gotten your first beer.
“Make that 2.” He told the bartender.
“How-“
“We don’t go on for another hour, so that gives us time to roam the bar as we please.”
Kayla looked over and finally recognized that you were talking to THE Roger Taylor but she didn’t want to step on your moment, so she turns away.
Roger situates himself in the seat next to you. “So, Who are you most excited to see tonight?”
“Well you of course and Mötley Crüe.” You smile at him innocently.
He scoffs and takes a sip of his beer. “Mötley Crüe.” He rolls his eyes.
“Is there something wrong?” You ask, looking at him.
“Nothing, just those boys are so crazy. With some of the things that they do, I’m surprised they aren’t dead.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Wow.”
“Yeah, but enough about them. What are you doing later?”
“Are you implying you want to have sex with me, Roger?” You raise your eyebrows.
“Well no.” He says, tilting his head. “I’m lying yes I would like that very much, but I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner or something after the show?”
“Oh, well I’d like that. And we’ll see how lucky you can get.” You wink, leaning your mouth closer to his ear. “Which I would say you’re gonna get pretty damn lucky tonight.”
He leans back to look at you and smiles. “I like the sound of that. Can’t wait.” He picks up his beer. “I’ve got to go get ready but I’ll see you afterwards, uh, what’s yours name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n.” He smiles. “See you later.”
You smile back and then he’s gone.
As Queen was prepping to go on soon, a man with long black hair takes a seat next to you.
He glances over at you and bites his lip and when you turn to see him too, your jaw drops a little bit.
Nikki fucking Sixx
“Don’t look so shocked.” He says, doing a shot of whiskey but then he smiles and licks his lips.
“I-I’m sorry.” You say shyly, still in awe.
“Don’t apologize, I’m messing with you.” He says in that deep, sexy voice he has.
You nod and he winks at you.
“I’d offer to buy you a drink but it looks like you have more than you can swallow.”
“I can swallow plenty, thank you.” You get witty with him.
“Good to know.” He says and you feel a bit of heat between your legs. “What are you doing after the show?”
“Well Roger Taylor invited me out.” You say, feeling a bit in between. It seems as if they are both interested in you.
“Queen’s drummer? That dude’s an asshole.”
“He pretty much said the same thing about you and your band.”
“Well it’s up to you. I’d like to take you out too, but if you want to go with Roger, it’s fine.” He folds his arms.
“What if I want both?” You ask, getting an idea.
“Are you implying a-“
Before he could finish the sentence, Freddie walks out on-stage. Roger gets behind his drum set. He’s smiling but when he sees you with Nikki, he frowns immediately. Obviously these two had some bad blood.
“We’re Queen!” Freddie says enthusiastically before he begins the set. Roger doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You did your best to keep your eyes on him but whenever Nikki looked over at you, you couldn’t help but look back.
“Let me know your decision, because I have to get ready to go on.” Nikki says, patting your thigh before walking backstage.
Shit.
“Dude!” Kayla says, slapping your arm a bit hard. “Nikki Sixx AND Roger Taylor have the hots for you and you’re just gonna sit there?”
“Well, I’m gonna wait until after the show.” You say nervously.
“Who do you think you’re gonna choose?”
“Well, I want to fuck both of them.” You tuck your hair behind your hair nervously.
“Is my best friend in there?” She says, shaking you roughly. “You’re never down for crazy shit like that.”
“Well for these two, I’ll do anything.”
“Suit yourself.” She laughs, doing a shot. “I’m gonna go look for Vince after the show.”
Queen finished their set. The Crue was next.
Nikki comes out and looks immediately at you. As he plays, he throws his head back and spreads his legs. He was teasing you and he knew it. He wanted you so bad. And you wanted him.
Roger’s coming back out now and he doesn’t look happy.
“Nikki? Really?” He says, sitting next to you, picking up your unfinished beer and drinking it fast.
“He sat next to me and was flirty with me. I really like you both.”
“You realize he’s an asshole right?”
“He said the same about you.”
You look to see that Nikki was now watching you without taking his eyes off of you.
“Roger, maybe the three of us can hangout. I know you two don’t get along but not everyday do I have the opportunity to hangout with two of my favorite rockers.”
He scoffs and finishes the beer. “We’ll see.” Is all he says.
After the show, Kayla leaves to go find Vince, which you assume she’s successful in her finding because she doesn’t come back.
“What the hell man?” Roger says, standing up now that Nikki is back.
“What the hell what, Taylor?” He folds his arms and glares at him.
“I asked her out first.” He says, getting in Nikki’s face.
“If you asked her out, why was she so excited to see me too then?” He says, coming over to lift up your skirt a bit to see your panties wet.
“Oh fuck.” You say, looking up at them and furrowing your eyebrows.
“I could make you scream that later if it weren’t for this asshole.” Nikki says, looking back at Roger.
“Put her skirt back down she’s not a piece of fucking meat Nikki!” Roger groans and pulls your skirt back to where it should be.
Little did they know, you loved it.
“Guys please stop being mean to each other, can’t we have a nice night with all three of us!” You say, standing up now and coming between them.
“How’d you know her panties were wet for you?” Roger folds his arms.
“I could smell the sweet scent of her excitement from here.” He says, making a dramatic noise that he was sniffing.
“You asshole.” He says, trying to pounce on him but you push them both back.
“As fucking hot it would be to see you both go at it, can I suggest something?” You ask, pushing your hands on both of their chests.
“Fine.” Roger says.
“What if I can give the both of you what you want. I can make you both feel good at the same time.”
“A threesome?” Roger asks, raising his eyebrows. “No way, not with this dipshit.”
“How about if I let you fuck me in the ass, hm?”
Roger bites his lip. “I’d like that.”
“And what about you Nikki? If I let you do that to me, do you agree to a threesome with Roger?”
He nods, not taking his eyes off of Roger.
“If you remotely hurt her, I swear I’m gonna kick your ass.” Roger says.
“Roger it’s okay, I like it rough.” You wink.
“Oh.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Good to know.” His accent was so sexy.
“Now lets get out of here.” You say.
Your apartment was across the street so the walk was very quiet.
Once you get inside, you shut the door behind you and Roger sits on the sofa while Nikki folds his arms and stands in the corner.
“Can I offer you guys a drink or something to eat?”
“I’d like a beer please.” Roger says.
“So would I.” Nikki says.
“Alright.” You say, getting up to go get them from the fridge. When you come back with them, Roger and Nikki are making out on the couch.
“W-What the fuck?” You raise your eyebrows.
Nikki was on top of Roger, shoving his tongue in his mouth. They both seemed to be into it.
“We’re trying to turn you on, is it working?” Roger asks, both of them looking at you now.
You feel that heat between your legs again. “Y-yeah but I thought you two hated each other.”
“Oh, we do! But if this means turning you on, we’re all for it.” Nikki laughs as you hand them the beers. You sit on the couch between them.
Nikki places his hand on your thigh while Roger’s fingers trace the lines in your neck.
“Yeah, fuck the beer. I need you.” Nikki says and sets it down on the table. Roger does it too.
Roger crashes his lips on yours as Nikki’s hands travel up and down your body. They settle on your breasts, squeezing them for a moment before kneeling in front of you.
He pulls the skirt down slowly before kissing your inner thighs. Then he slides down your panties as Roger is shoving his tongue inside your mouth.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to eat this pretty pussy all night.” Nikki bites his lip, before licking between your folds.
“N-Nikki fuck!” You moan, tangling your fingers in his long black locks as he starts sucking on your dripping clit.
“So wet for me.” He moans into it.
“And me too.” Roger says and Nikki rolls his eyes as he continues.
Roger decides he wants some action too and he takes off your shirt and bra too.
“Perfect.” He says, eyeing your breasts before going down to lick your hard nipples.
“Guys f-fuck I need you inside me.” You throw your head back on the sofa.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Nikki says, stopping his tongue work on your pussy. He stands up now, taking his shirt off along with his leather pants and his boxers, leaving him naked.
“S-So big.” You bite your lip at the sight of his cock.
But then you realize, you want to taste him, really badly so you kneel on the floor in front of it.
“Let me suck it, please.” You beg, looking up at him.
Nikki looks down at you and tilts your head to look up at him more. “Suck it then you little slut.” He says, before spitting on your face and slapping you across the cheek roughly. This only made you wetter for him.
“Nikki I swear to god!” Roger says angrily, getting up before he pins him against the wall. “Don’t slap her like that!”
“Roger it’s okay! I loved it.” You say from the floor. “Really I did!”
“Are you sure?” He asks, looking back at you.
You nod and smile. “You wanna do what I told you could do to me? Maybe that will help calm you down?”
“Yeah.” He says, taking his shirt off and pants along with his boxers before kneeling behind you. He rubbed his big hardened cock along your ass before shoving slowly into you. Nikki came back over before rubbing his dick on your lips.
“Suck it babygirl, come on.”
You do as he says and go down on his length. You choke a bit due to the size but you bob your head up and down on it.
“You’re so tight!” Roger groans out as he’s shoving into you senselessly.
Nikki pulls your hair roughly, making you go down on him more.
“I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth if you keep doing it like that.” He groans.
You take his dick out of your mouth for a second. “Nikki, I want you to come inside me, please?” You beg again.
“Since you asked so kindly.” He says, going over to get his beer before pouring some on you, letting the cold liquid trickle on your breasts, making them harden again.
He kneels down in front of you to lick the liquid off your breasts before he sucks them.
“Oh fuck.” You moan, pulling his hair. Roger is moving fast behind you, causing you to fall forward on Nikki’s shoulder. Without hesistation, he shoves his dick inside you.
“Nikki! Roger! Oh my god!” You arch your back at the feeling of the hot rocker guys inside of you at the same time.
Nikki is pounding inside you, no sign of slowing down and so was Roger. You couldn’t help but cry out their names from your lips.
Nikki crashes his lips on yours as he fucks you, moaning profanities and their names over and over again into his mouth.
“You’re amazing.” Roger says as his thrusts are getting sloppy. His orgasm is approaching. “I’m gonna come!”
“Do it Roger, come in my ass!” You shout out.
When you say that, that’s enough to push him off the edge, releasing his hot cum inside of you. “Fuck!”
“Oh god Roger, you’re filling me so good!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Nikki is still pounding inside of you.
“N-Nikki, I’m gonna come.” You say, looking him in the eyes.
“Not yet.” He says, placing a hand around your throat to squeeze it hard. “Do it when I tell you.”
His thrusts get harder and deeper inside of you as he feels his orgasm approaching. He pins you down on the floor, now that Roger had finished, as he kisses you again, a bit more passionately this time.
“Now you can come.” He says, knowing that he’s about to as well.
“Fuck!” You arch your back as your ride out your orgasm, releasing all over Nikki.
“You feel so fucking good.” He moans as he comes inside of you.
“S-So do you.” You manage to say, your legs twitching from the feeling of your orgasm and his along with Roger’s.
“Turn around.” He says when he pulls out.
“What?” You ask.
“I said turn around.” He commands and you do. Roger stands up and slaps your ass hard. Nikki follows with another hard slap and you bite your lip from moaning.
Nikki takes some cocaine out of his pocket and pours it on your ass.
“What-“ You begin to ask before he snorts some. Roger kneels down next to Nikki and joins in. Then they lick the rest of it off of your ass as you moan.
When they finish, Roger flips you over to where they both hover over you now.
“Well Nikki, I suppose we can get along, mainly when we’re fucking the brain out of hot girls.” Roger laughs.
“I suppose so, Rog.” Nikki laughs softly.
“I’m glad I could be the one to help you two with this little feud.” You laugh.
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With the amount of adult references in the last of us I’d be surprised if theres been no scene of someone trying to outrun something and they end up in an adult store lmao bc I would totally see Dina smuggling stuff in her bag and being like “ hey ellie ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” and Ellie being so flustered
A/N okay, this got smutty…
The swarm took them both completely by surprise.
They had managed to take out a few of the walkers but there was too many so they ducked into the first open store they could and locked the door.
Ellie stood with her back against the door, panting, while Dina wandered off, Ellie should have known she was being too quiet.
“Hey, Ellie,” There was a mirthful tone to Dina’s voice that made Ellie almost not want to open her eyes.
When she did open her eyes, and they adjusted to the dark, she definitely wished she hadn’t.
Dina was peeking around the end of one of the isles, a smirk on her red, sweaty face, and a large, purple dildo in her hand.
“Guess where we ended up?” She said, waving the object before disappearing again.
Ellie’s face was on fire, her heart hammering against her chest, and it certainly wasn’t due to the running.
“Dina, be careful,” Ellie said, rushing to catch up with Dina.
She wasn’t down the first two isles, surprising Ellie at the third isle, causing her to startle.
“This place isn’t safe, D-“
“Open up,”
“What?”
“Open up,” Dina repeated and, against her better judgement, Ellie opened her mouth.
Dina smirked, taking the ball-gag from behind her back and placing it in between Ellie’s teeth.
Ellie stared down at her girlfriend, her cheeks tinted red and her eyes hooded.
Dina stared right back, gauging her reaction. “You’re into this,” Dina whispered and Ellie felt her ears burn. “Good to know.”
Dina removed the gag and disappeared again, leaving Ellie behind to try and catch her breathe.
“I’ve read about shops like this before,” Dina called from somewhere at the back of the shop. Ellie made her way along the stacks, finding Dina at the end of one, holding a strap on harness against her hips, and Ellie felt like she might just faint at the sight. “People used these?” Dina glanced up at Ellie quickly. “I can get behind that.”
Ellie’s mouth was dry and she was flustered like a stupid teenager.
Dina dropped the strap on back onto the shelf and picked up vibrator and eyeing it curiously, pressing one of the buttons and startling when it began buzzing and vibrating in her hand. “Wow,” she murmured, pressing the button a few more times, making the intensity of the vibration increase. “Shit, this would be a lot of fun.” She said, smirking at Ellie.
“You are not putting anything you find in here inside me.” Ellie said. “That ball was enough.”
Dina huffed playfully. “You’re no fun.”
Dina made her way through the store, picking up and playing with a few of the toys around the store, squirting out some of the lubes, and feeling all of the lingerie.
She tried a pair of handcuffs, a velvet cuff, and leather cuffs on Ellie, smirking when Ellie groaned a little when she gave the restraints a little tug.
Ellie broke completely when Dina appeared with a black, lacy mask on and that gleeful smile on her lips.
Ellie’s hands found Dina’s face and she backed her up against the front desk, kissing her for a few seconds before easily picking her up and sitting her on the counter. “You are a goddamn tease, Dina Grover.”
“I think you like it,” Dina shot back, smirking against Ellie’s lips, hooking her heels behind her ass and pulling her in. “I think, had it been back before all this started, you would have let me use anything in here on you.”
“I think you’re right,” Ellie breathed, her eyes training on Dina’s lips.
“We need to head back, or Joel’ll be out here looking for you.” Dina brought her lips closer to Ellie’s, but not quite touching. “And I don’t think you would want Joel walking in on all the things I wanna do to you.”
A little groan escaped Ellie’s lips at those words, and she tried to kiss Dina but Dina easily kept an inch or so between them.
“Let’s get back,”
Ellie groaned when Dina pushed her back, attempting to move toward her again but Dina stopped her with the toe of her shoe against her chest. “Easy, tiger,” Dina smirked, sliding off the counter and pressing herself against Ellie, kissing her cheek before whispering. “Save it for tonight.”
Dina walked away and Ellie groaned to herself, staring up at the ceiling. “Holy shit,” she whispered before taking off after her girlfriend.
Ellie was called away less than five minutes after arriving back to help strengthen a part of the wall that had taken a beating a few days prior.
Dina kissed her on the lips, telling her she would have something on the table for her to eat when she got in. The mirth in her eyes telling Ellie that there was more to it than that.
Ellie spent the next four hours helping out with the wall before telling Tommy she was done for the night and heading.
She opened the door, her mouth open to tell Dina she was back, but the words died in her throat at the sight before her.
Dina, perched on the kitchen table, was dressed in lingerie (Part of Ellie wondered how long she was waiting, but a bigger part of her didn’t give a shit).
It was a lacy ocean blue-green colour, complete with thigh high socks and suspenders.
Ellie stumbled over her own feet as she dropped her bag haphazardly on the floor and made her way to her girlfriend, eyeing her hungrily.
“Welcome home, baby.” Dina purred and Ellie found herself stopping a few feet from Dina and just staring.
Dina smirked at that, repositioning herself, her legs spread as she faced Ellie completely.
“Holy fuck,” Ellie groaned. “Where did you even-“
“Took them from that shop, but who cares?” Dina crooked her finger at Ellie. “Here, now.”
Ellie nodded, sharp and fast, and rushed over to Dina, her hands finding her cheeks as she crashed their lips together.
Dina let it happen, for a few seconds before she pushed Ellie away, her thumb tracing over Ellie’s lip, and down her chin, wrapping her fingers around Ellie’s throat, causing a little gasp to escape Ellie’s lips, her mouth parting slightly.
“What did I say to you when I left you in the yard earlier?”
Ellie frowned, trying her best to think back to what was said, wracking her brain for a few seconds before it dawned on her. “Something to eat on the table,” Ellie whispered, arousal pooling in the pit of her stomach.
“Exactly, good girl.” Dina licks her lips, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “Well, make yourself useful, girl.”
Ellie nodded obediently, pecking Dina on the lips before kissing down her neck and chest, using her strong hands, wrapped around Dina’s thighs, to pull the girl to the edge of the table as she dropped to her knees with a soft thud.
Her eyes didn’t leave Dina’s as she traced her fingers up her inner thigh, and Dina stared right back, her fingers finding their way into Ellie’s hair.
“You’re just- you’re so beautiful.”
“Yeah? Prove it,” Dina challenged.
Ellie swallowed, her palms running up Dina’s thighs, her thumb brushing against the girls clit through the lacy underwear, causing her to gasp sharply.
Ellie licked her lips, using her fingertips to press against Dina’s dampening underwear, softly at first, her eyes not leaving Dina’s.
Dina didn’t react to the soft pressure, so Ellie pressed harder, in small circles over Dina’s clit until the woman reacted, first sinking her teeth into her bottom lip then her eyes fluttering closed, her fingers tightening in Ellie’s hair.
Ellie pulling the fabric aside, her fingers sliding down Dina’s glistening center before dipping inside, grinning when Dina’s fingers flexed in her hair.
“Ellie,”
“Mm?” Ellie hummed with a little smirk.
“Don’t,” Dina growled, her heel pressing against the top of Ellie’s back, pulling her in a few inches. “Make me wait, Williams.”
“So demanding.” Ellie murmured but done as she was told, giving a few tentative kitten licks before going in with broad strokes of her tongue, causing Dina to moan softly.
Ellie shuffled herself closer, one arm curling around Dina’s strong thigh to rub at her clit.
Dina’s hips raised from the table, her hand planting behind her and her back arching.
Ellie sucked and flicked her tongue against Dina’s clit as she slid two fingers into the girl and curved her fingers, causing Dina to gasp and buck her hips.
Dina didn’t last long, she never did when Ellie went down on her, and within ten minute she gasped sharply, her fingers tightening painfully in Ellie’s hair as her body went ridged.
Ellie wiped her mouth of Dina’s thigh before kissing her way up the girls body until she was standing.
“Seriously,” Ellie whispered, her hands pressing against Dina’s taut stomach, her forehead falling against hers as she stared down at her girlfriend’s body. “You are incredible.”
“Me?” Dina was still breathing heavily. “That was incredible.”
Ellie merely shrugged, her fingertips ghosting up Dina’s stomach, the valley between her breast, to curl around the back of her neck.
Dina smiled softly, her fingertips dipping into the waistband of Ellie’s jeans. “Take me upstairs, I may have grabbed this nice cuffs you liked.”
Ellie grinned, one arm hooking around Dina’s lower back as she lifted her, her other hand grabbing onto her thighs when they wrapped around her waist. “Yes, ma’am.”
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Give me bottom!steve fics my lord. Please. If you have any.
I’m gonna assume you’re asking for fic recs and if you are YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT PLACE BECAUSE BOTTOM!STEVE IS MY EXACT JAM.
This post is gonna be long because I have a lot of fics to rec so to avoid clogging anyones time line its all under the cut. If you thought I might only have a few recs for this you are deadass wrong, this is exactly the thing I will go all out on.
Some of these may contain switching but for the most part they will be entirely Bottom!steve. Because I’m picky.
All the works are sorted by word count. *’d works are some of my particular return-to-favourites, though i’ll say I have read and adore every single work on this list. Theres also a whole mishmash of tropes from A/B/O to crossdressing so remember to check the tags.
Untitled - by @iwritestony (772 words, Ambiguous Universe)
Tony fucks Steve in front of the other Avengers
Again and Again - by Mabonwitch (808 words, MCU)
Tony rims Steve until Steve cries.
Satiety - by Sinope (956 words, MCU)
From a kinkmeme prompt: Tony builds a fucking machine designed specifically for Steve. It fucks him for hours, through multiple orgasms until he’s sore to the point of crying and begs for it to stop. Once Steve can’t come anymore, Tony unties him and plays with his sore hole. Then he fucks him. Afterwards, he licks his cum out of Steve.
Contains exactly what it says on the box.
Take - by anonymous (1k words, Ambiguous Universe)
For the cap kink prompt: Tony has been having a lot of fantasies of topping Steve, but is kind of a jerk about it. He thinks the man would never accept another man near his ass and makes a lot of jokes at Steve’s expense. Finally, after a long song and dance, the truth comes out. Steve is a virgin, has never been with anyone, and is more than happy to let Tony top in bed. Gentle sex ensues
Playing nice - by Sharkie335 (1k words, MCU)
Tony’s been trying to be a gentleman. Apparently Steve’s tired of it.
Die Easy - by schmevil (1k words, Comic’s Ambiguous Universe)
Steve gives it up. Also, there’s a blindfold. Shameless PWP.
Merit Badges - by myadamantiumheart (1k words, Ambiguous Universe)
Tony Stark never thought he’d have a thing for boy scouts- but then he met Steve Rogers. (Steve-is-a-boy-scout-troop-leader-AU)
Beg - by captain_americano (1k words, MCU)
Tony picks up a tasty little piece, and can’t really help but go all-out.
Last Night I Dreamt I Was In The Labyrinth - by valtyr (1k words, Ults)
“For my next trick: Ultimate fic with Steve bottoming. YOU WAIT.” - valtyr, 7th April 2009. I deliver.
Mutually Beneficial - by @cptxrogers (2k words, Ults)*
An ode to how much Ults Steve likes getting fucked.
Minor Inconvenience - by Tony (2k words, Ambiguous A/B/O)*
written for a SteveTonyFest prompter who wanted Omega!Steve in heat
Talk Filthy to Me - by starsandstark (2k words, MCU)
A fic in which Steve loves for Tony to say all the filthy, degrading things he’s going to do to him in bed. PWP, extremely explicit and graphic Stony sex with bottom!Steve and a sweet ending.
The Libertines - by Anonymous (2k words, MCU AU)
The Darker side of the earth’s mightiest heroes.
No Other Explanation - by attice (2k words, MCU)
Tony Stark is always onstage. He plays different parts. Even in his mind, Steve knows—because there is no other explanation for the differences in his kisses.
Taking what you want - Telaryn (2k words, MCU)
Cap struggles to reconcile his complicated attraction to Tony Stark with the simpler sexual morality of his youth. First time fic.
Your Kind of Love - by Blue_jack (2k words, MCU)
The first time they have sex, Tony isn’t really hoping for much.
Paint Job - by @cptxrogers (3k words, MCU)*
“You want me to what?” Steve looked incredulous.“I want you to detail my car,” Tony said with a smirk.
Loosening the Reins - by @ashes0909 (3k words, MCU A/B/O)*
Everything was hazing all over now. All Steve knew was that Tony smelled so good, like mate and alpha, and his neck ached for his mark and they’d talked about this, about becoming each other’s this way, but nothing could prepare him for the need that coursed through him.
Sir, Yes Sir - by someidiothasice (3k words, MCU)
Exasperated as he was, Steve couldn’t hold back a breathless laugh even as he rolled his hips into Tony’s hand. He just wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong.Steve had spent the better part of the night bending over in front of Tony, taking every opportunity to pick things up off the floor in the hopes of Tony getting an eyeful of his ass and ending up with ideas. But it seemed the only ideas in Tony’s mind had to do with getting himself a piece of what was down the front of Steve’s pants.
Breathe - by Robin_tCJ (3k words, MCU)
Bingo square prompt is ‘breathplay’.Right now, Tony’s most favourite thing about Steve is his ass.Specifically, the way it’s currently peeking out of the bottom of a pair of white, lacy panties.The thing most people don’t know about Steve is how … adventurous he can be.
Gold “Member” - by Amuly (3k words, 616)
Tony realizes one night that the golden under-armor he pulls out of his skin with Extremis can be pulled out to cover only very specific parts of his anatomy. Namely, his penis.
He decides he really needs to share this with Steve.
How to Top a Supersoldier - by @festiveferret (4k words, MCU)*
Steve was causing the problem in the first place. Steve who had turned bright red and bitten his lip when he’d found out that Tony had been “cursed” with temporary super strength. Steve who had been vibrating in the seat next to Tony throughout this entire meeting.
Steve who was currently 100% rock hard, Tony had no doubt, and hiding it masterfully by clutching the shield over his lap.
What Are Friends For? - by woad (4k words, 616)
A combination of the serum and an alien virus leaves Steve in an embarrassing predicament. Luckily, Tony is there to help. AKA, the one where Tony compares Steve to a salmon.
One Last Time - by @festiveferret (4k words, MCU)
Tony is getting married tomorrow, but tonight…
Come on Closer - by Epiphanyx7 (4k words, MCU)
[[… porn.]]
Or, the one where Steve wants to talk to Tony about something important
Distractions - by blathering_kat, Etharei, fiarra (4k words, Ambiguous Universe)
Steve should really think before he plays with Tony’s toys..
Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me - by blue_jack (4k words, MCU AU A/B/O)*
Steve hates his bi-annual checkup.
“Mr. Rogers?” Nurse Grace calls, and he inhales sharply before standing up to follow her into the back.
He answers the standard “how are you doing today?” and “is there anything you want to mention to the doctor?” questions, and he tries not to fidget, but it’s hard to keep still.
He’s just getting so wet.
just a taste - by Mabonwitch (5k, MCU)
Steve’s not sure what he is, but he knows what he wants.
Heat (series) - by gracerene (5k words, MCU)*
Steve and Tony share a bed and end up getting more than they’d bargained for.
Bright As You Can - by @sineala (6k words, Ults and Noir)*
When Steve shows up at Tony’s penthouse for one of their usual no-strings-attached dalliances, he’s sure as hell not expecting to find a second Tony waiting for him. And they’re both interested in keeping him company.
Some Kind of Madness - by Blue_Jack (6k words, MCU)
“Mmm, Steve, I love your tits.”
Open for Christmas - by @festiveferret (9k words, MCU AU)
It was Christmas fucking Eve, in the middle of fucking nowhere, and his car was completely fucking dead.
Fuck.
Just for the Conversation - by @msermesth (9k words, Ults and 616)*
Tony’s fine. He’s back on the Avengers, Steve seems to have forgiven him, and he’s building Resilient to change the world.
Then why is he so jealous of Steve’s new boyfriend?
(Or: that awkward moment when you realize you are in love with your old best friend while having a three-way with him and his boyfriend, who just happens to be your counterpart from another universe.)
Unfurl Your Gown - by theladyingrey42 (8k words, MCU)*
“I feel ridiculous.” Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he’s not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.
Come on and Get Your Kicks - by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (8k words, MCU)
“At the end of the day, you just want to be my pretty little girl, is that it?”
Steve surged up to wrap his arms around Tony, kissing him with the kind of filthy fervor that Steve usually reserved for you could have died or I haven’t had an orgasm in 36 hours.
So, all right then. Hypothesis confirmed.
Never is a Promise - by Manic_intent (9k words, MCU A/B/O)*
Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.
Prima Nocta - by @sabrecmc (10k words, MCU AU)
This was a Thank You Fic request for Anon, who wanted to incorporate Tony’s reference in AoU to prima nocta and bottom!Steve.
A Proportional Response - by @msermesth (11k words, Ults)
Steve doesn’t have a reason for cock-blocking Tony.
No reason, whatsoever.
Saddle up, buttercup - by fakesheep-luna (octavaluna) (12k words, MCU AU, WIP)*
“Are you really a mechanic or have I accidentally walked into a porno?”
As far as first meetings go, theirs is pretty damn awesome. Steve is a kinky slut, Tony may be more than a little bit of a sadist and a good fuck is a perfectly fine form of payment for emergency car repairs.
And that should be the end of it, but then again, Steve turned himself into a human guinea pig once just for the sake of getting the fuck away from his hometown. The memory of Tony’s hands on his ass is more than enough to make him ignore all the offhanded mentions of the man’s criminal record and focus on new and creative ways to wreck that old pile of junk that is supposed to be his car.
The sex is worth it. The sex is worth everything.
I won’t leave you falling - by @blossomsinthemist (14k words, 616)*
Tony doms for Steve, which involves some specially enhanced red rope, cock rings, two vibrators, and a lot of orgasm control. It works out. Bottom Steve, trembling and desperate to come, loving dom Tony, plenty of aftercare.
I’m going to detour for a slight second here to say just read all of blossom’s works because if I rec them all we’ll be here all day. They are stunning, by far some of the best porn I’ve ever read. I’d also recommend reading her bottom/sub tony works, because even I, a notoriously picky bottom steve only reader, loved them. Especially 20 Crazy-Romantic Creative Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ a stand out favourite fic of mine. If she ever ends up writing bottom dom steve it’ll probably kill me.
Hands All Over (The Happy Ending Remix) - by @festiveferret (16k words, MCU AU)
Tony is a mobile massage therapist, and Captain America needs to relax. What could go wrong?
Rock Splits, Records Fall Down - by Valtyr (18k words, ults)
AU at the end of Ultimates 2. Time passes. The Ultimates try to work out where they’re going and what they’re doing, with a moderate level of success
Crash Love - by @s-hylor (21k words, Ults)*
It’s just sex. Just sex between two consenting adults who don’t have feelings for each other beyond the camaraderie that comes from being on the same team.
It’s just sex. Until it isn’t. It’s not love. Until it is.
It’s because I Need to, Not because I Want to - by Anon1Adult (24k words, 616, WIP)*
“So I’m learning forty-five minutes is about my max.” Tony said casually.
Steve smirked, “Is this you asking to hold my hand?”
“No this is me admitting I have a medical condition.” Tony replied reclined on the couch, kicking his now bare feet up on the coffee table. “Now get over here so I can hold your hand.”- - -Or the one where the Avengers are going to leave street crime to Spider-Man because rolling around in the mud apparently makes you dirty.
The Emperor’s Fury - by Valtyr (39k words, Ults AU) ** one of my two all time favourite Fics
Steve is an ex-gladiator. Tony wears a toga. Together, they litigate civil cases. Also a surprising amount of boating.
How We Met - by @festiveferret (41k words, MCU AU)*
Life was pretty simple for Tony - work on his graduate thesis, hang out with his robotics projects in his unusual apartment, and fuck people for money. At least, it was simple until he met Steve Rogers.
Gift With Purchase Remix - by @sabrecmc (43k words, MCU AU)
Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.
Poster Child (series) - by @sabrecmc (45k words, MCU)
Tony likes the new poster of Captain America. A LOT.
To Liars and Saving the World - by Magicasen (45k words, Ults)
When Tony’s life is in danger, Steve does the only thing he can do to save his teammate: he makes an honest man out of him. Steve and Tony’s sham marriage is only supposed to be a blip in their history that no one has to know about. But when they’re outed to the press, and with ghosts from his past coming to haunt him, Steve must come to terms with the idea that his own feelings for Tony might not be a lie.
This Is Not A Drill (series) - by @sabrecmc (51k words, MCU A/B/O)*
“Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.
“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.
“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.
“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”
“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”
Sweet Skin and Delicate Fabric (series) - by within_a_rustic_cafe (53k words, MCU, still adding works)
Steve and Tony embracing Steve’s love for lingerie!
Tiny Spy Assassin Steve (series) - by @copperbadge (89k words, MCU AU)*
An AU in which Steve Rogers was born into the modern day and never received the Serum, but managed to make it into SHIELD as a handpicked protege of senior field agent Abraham Erskine. Along with Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter, and eventually Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, Steve still tries to make a difference. Particularly in the life of Tony Stark, who picked up what he thought was an art student in a bar, and ended up dating one of SHIELD’s top agents…
Held (series) - by @ashes0909 and @festiveferret (95k words, MCU, still adding works)*
After the ice one thing remained the same: Captain America gave the orders. In the middle of battle his world narrowed to a calm and controllable moment. When they fought the super-villain of the week, he knew what to do. He knew how to get his men in and out, how to minimize the damage. On the battlefield he gave the orders.
People always assumed that would transfer to the bedroom, as well.
Never Too Late for Love - by @sineala (98k words, Ults)*
Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing – a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he’s not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn’t his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they’re not soulmates, and he’s going to do right by her. After the war’s over, he’s going to marry her, and they’re going to settle down. They’ll buy a house. They’ll have children. He’ll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It’s going to be a good life. He doesn’t need a soulbond. He’ll be fine without one.
Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future – but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.
And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.
The Prize - by @sabrecmc (108k words, MCU AU, WIP)*
Steve ends up as a concubine in the royal harem.
I also left a pair of prompts on the CAP-IM kink meme that got some glorious bottom Steve fills:
For (Ults) Aliens make them do it/ Fuck or Die (Dub-con/Non-con):
Untitled - by anonymous (5k words, ults)*
For Size Queen Steve:
Larger Than Life - by @festiveferret (3k words, MCU )*
Steve wants that in him. Right now.
Size Me Up - by enkiduu (1k words, MCU)*
The thing is, nobody ever mentions how good Tony is for others. They always talk about greed and pride and how the billionaire always gets the world he wants (does he?), but nobody ever talks about how Tony always does his best to please the world (doesn’t he?).
Un(underneath, unveiled, undone) - by @salablemystic (8k words, MCU)*
The internet … knows things. Private things. Things that it has no business knowing. Things like … the (very impressive) size of one Anthony Edward Stark’s cock. Steve … can’t unlearn that knowledge.And, oh, he wants… .
I also have a few bottom Steve work’s I co wrote worth putting here:
Exposed - by @festiveferret and Myself (5k words, Ults)
Art is Long and Life is Short (series) - by @festiveferret and Myself (122k words, MCU AU, WIP)
There are SO many more gorgeous Bottom Steve works out there that I have no doubt missed, I would have put every single bottom steve story i’ve ever read on here if i could but sadly Im limited to my bookmarks and prior knowledge. As I stated above I have read every single one of these works, they are all amazing. Also if anyone has a bottom steve work not on here, please put it in the replies I’d love to read more.
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A/N: In honor of Victoria Secret fashion show, I decided to write one based around it with Steve. Thank you all for the support 💕
Warnings: Smut
“Hey, Nancy! Wait up!” I shouted at Nancy as we were leaving the classroom. Nancy turns around and waits for me to catch up with her.
“What’d you need?” She asks me while smiling.
“Well um.. Steve has been going through some shit right now and I want to do something that’ll cheer him up, but I don’t know what? What do you do with Jonathan when he’s upset?”
“Usually we talk about what we’re going through and jam to some music or watch a movie. Maybe try talking to him about it?”
“Yeah we have talked about it already, I just want to cheer him up. I think I know what I’m going to do.”
A large figure separates us and wraps its arms around Nancy and I’s shoulders. “Hello ladies.” It was Billy. I should’ve been able to tell since all we could smell was cigarette smoke and cheap cologne.
“Billy.” I say as I push his arm off of me. Nancy does the same and mouthed ‘see you later’ before she continued walking off. Great now I’m alone with Billy.
“Oh come on, Darling. You don’t have to be so mean.” He says as he leans on the wall behind him.
I roll my eyes. “Is there something you want? Because if not, I’m gonna leave.”
He does his signature smile and licks his lips before talking. “Heard you and Harrington are having some problems.”
“No we aren’t and it’s none of your business.” I attempt to walk away from him, only to have my arm grabbed.
“If he isn’t satisfying your needs,Y/n, you know I could help you with that.”
Pulling my arm away from him. “One, Steve is more than satisfying me. Two, why would I want to be with the piece of trash that sleeps with a different girl every night. And three, don’t ever -”
“- Touch a girl without her permission. Let alone touch my girl again.” Steve cuts me off and wraps an arm around my waist. “Come on beautiful.” He guides me away from Billy.
“You’re going to get it Harrington! You better watch your back!” Billy shouts down the hall causing everyone to be quiet and whisper amongst their friends.
Eventually we get to Steve’s car. I love his car because it has everything that resembles him in it - jackets, the smell of his cologne, his favorite cassette tapes, stuff from my neighbor Dustin and his friend’s in the back seat. Gosh don’t get me started on how cute he is with those kids. “Sorry about him back there.” Steve says while igniting the engine.
“It’s okay. I was just talking to Nancy about stuff and he came and interrupted us. Sorry if it’s weird to mention Nancy.”
He laughs, “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s okay? She’s happy with Jonathan and I’m beyond happy with you.” He says as he places a hand on my thigh and leans over to kiss me on the cheek, causing me to blush. Even though we’ve been dating for 8 months, I still blush over every little thing he does. “You’re so cute.” he says.
“Can we stop by the mall? I have to pick something up.”
“Yeah sure.” He pulls out of the school parking lot and starts heading to the mall. Since the mall is only about 15 minutes away from our school, I put in one of Steve’s favorite cassette tapes. “This song is the shit!!” The song he was referring to was Girls On Film by Duran Duran.
“See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out
Are so bright” Steve sings along with the stereo while drumming the beat on the steering wheel. I swear there’s nothing this kid could do that I wouldn’t love.
After minutes of singing along to the blaring music in the car, we arrive to the mall. Steve pulls his keys out of the ignition and starts to get out of the car. “I just have to run in and pick something up, so you can just stay in the car.”
“No, it’s okay I can -”
“Steve, just stay in the car.”
He puts his hands up in defense, ”Okay but give me a kiss before you leave.”
I lean across to kiss him. “You’re going to see it later anyways.” replying as I smile into the kiss. I quickly close the door and run inside the mall to the Victoria Secret store. Last night I drove out here to try on this really sexy black lacy bra, but I didn’t buy it because I knew my mom would have a fit if she saw me walking in the house with a Victoria Secret bag. This morning my mom flew out for one of her job’s events, so I wouldn’t have to worry about her seeing it for the whole weekend. And as for my dad, I didn’t really have one. He left when I was really little, so I don’t really remember much about him.
“Hi, welcome to Victoria Secret are you looking for anything specific?”
“Hi. I have three items on hold here and I’d like to buy them.”
“Okay, follow me.” We walk over to the check out area. “What’s the name?”
“Y/n.”
“And the last name?”
“Y/l/n.”
“Great! These are the three items, correct?” She says while showing me the bra, garter belt, and nylons. I already had the matching underwear at home.
“Yeah.” I reply back smiling.
“Is there anything else I can help you find today?”
“No, just these three items is all.”
“Alright, your total is $49.04″
I hand her the cash, “You keep the change.”
She hands me the bag. “Have a great day!” She says with a big smile across her face. Walking out to the car, all I was picturing was how Steve would react to me in this outfit. He’s never seen me in something like this and that made me very excited. I sit down in the passenger seat and close the door only to turn around and see a smug look on Steve’s face.
“What’d you get?” He says while attempting to reach for the bag, but I pull it away.
“I told you that you’d see it later.” I place a hand behind his ear and play with his hair a bit, which I saw create goosebumps on his arms. “And guess what... My mom is gone all weekend.”
Steve bites his lip, “Off to your house it is.” And he turned on his car so quick and sped to my house. I’ve never seen him drive that fast before...well...that’s a lie, but I could tell he was very eager to get to my house. He pulls up in my drive way the same time Dustin walks out of his house. “No no no, I love this kid but no I don’t want to talk right now. We have stuff to do.” Which causes me to laugh. We get out of the car and grab our stuff from the back seat.
“Hey, Steve! And hey Y/n!” I wave to Dustin.
“Um hey Dustin. I can’t really talk right now, y/n and I are sort of busy.” Steve said as I picked up my book bag and slid it on my shoulder and head towards my front door to unlock it.
“Geez, okay.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just.. remember when I told you about electricity?”
“Electricity.. electricity.. oh. OH. Ew you guys are fucking disgusting.”
“You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“I don’t want to. Disgusting.” He said shaking his head in disapproval.
“Good. Stay little. You’re growing up to fast already anyways.” Steve ruffles his hat.
“Well have fun. Don’t become a dad tonight.” Dustin says catching both Steve and I off guard and causes me to laugh.
“I won’t. Wait what?” Dustin runs away before Steve could do something to him. Steve finally grabs his stuff and meets me by the door. “Little shithead.”
I open up the door to set down my bags and take off my shoes. Steve does the same fairly fast and shuts the door behind him. “Is there anything you want to eat?” Next thing I know, I’m pushed up against the wall with Steve’s aggressive lips making contact with mine. I kiss back immediately since I was craving this as much as Steve.
He then moves down and kisses my neck. “You.” he says between kisses. I let a moan escape which causes Steve to smile against my skin. He puts his hands on the back of my thighs signaling me to jump up. I jump up and he brings us to the couch. He sits down with me on top of his lap, grinding slowly as we make out. His warm finger tips make contact with the skin under my shirt. “Come on baby.” he says as he tries to take off my shirt.
I put my hands on top of his and slowly peel them away. Shaking my head, “tonight I’m treating you.” I get off of his lap while still holding his hand. “Follow me.” I take his hand and guide him upstairs to my room, grabbing the Victoria Secret bag on the way. We get to my room and I push him down on the bed. “Stay here and don’t move.” I go to my drawers and grab the panties then take the bag and go to the bathroom that’s connected to my room. After shutting the door, I take off all of my clothes and undergarments I had on previously. I slide on the lacy black thong and put on the see-through black bra. Then I put on the lacy garter belt around my waist, roll up the black nylons up to my mid thighs, and clasp them into the hooks. Once I finish getting ready, I step back and take a look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, I look pretty damn hot. I open up the door and see Steve sitting on my bed in just his boxers. As I step out I feel his eyes take in all of me from head to toe. I walk over to him and stand between his legs. “I’ve heard that someone’s been a bad boy and hasn’t taken time for himself lately.” He reach up and touches my waist and starts to drag it down my side, but I stop him. “This is all about you baby. Lay back and relax.” Steve was already rock hard; you could tell by the tent in his boxers. He lays back on my pillow after I said so. I slowly crawl up onto the bed and on top of him. I lean down and kiss his soft lips. He places his hands on my hips and guides me to grind on him. Again I take his away and pin them next to his head. “No touching.” I say pulling back from the kiss. I continue to grind on his hard cock. I then move down to kiss his neck causing Steve to release a low groan from his throat. I kiss down his his neck to his torso and then ending with a kiss at the top of his boxers. As I pull down his boxers slightly and his cock springs up and slaps his toned stomach. I take him into my hands and slowly stroke up and down. Steve lifts up his hips some telling me he wants me to go faster, but I don’t abide. I lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, then take all of him into my mouth. I make eye contact with him as I bob up and down which makes Steve lose it. He immediately sits up and pulls me down on the bed.
Steve crashes his lips into mine. “I fucking love you so much.” He says between kisses. He then rips my thong off of me and I whimper because that was my absolute favorite pair. “I’ll by you a new one.” He says before rubbing my clit. “Look how wet you are for me.” Steve slides two fingers in and out of me slowly. I grip the sheets and arch my back with how good his fingers feel inside of me. He picks up the pace and curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot immediately.
“Fuck Steve!” I moan loudly. He continues at that pace and goes down and starts sucking on my clit, pushing me over the edge. “I’m...I’m gonna cum.”
All at once he stops what he’s doing. “No you’re not. Not without me inside you.” He slides himself in achingly slow, filling me slowly so he can feel all of me and I can feel all of him. I run my hands up his back from his waist as he thrusts back and fourth. My hands eventually end up at the back of his neck so I can pull his head down to kiss me. Our lips were eager for each other’s. I wanted to be close to Steve as much as I could, so I wrapped my legs around his waist which allowed Steve to go even deeper. I didn’t even know that was possible. Doing so, he reached a new spot that sent chills throughout my body. I tug at the bottom of his hair and Steve let out a loud moan.
Our faces were only centimeters away and the heat between us only grew. “I’m going to cum” I whispered since we were so close. Steve’s pace started to become uneven. He hits the spot that leaves me numb.
“N-now.” He says letting me know that it’s okay. I lean my head against the pillow and close my eyes in ecstasy. As I cum, I tighten my grip around his length. I feel Steve release inside me as he continues to go in and out of me slowly. Once he’s done, he pulls out and falls on the pillow beside me. I turn on my side to face him. He places a hand on my hip. “I love these lacy details on you.” he says out of breath with a cheeky smile.
I lay on his shoulder and trace patterns on his chest. “You still owe me a pair of underwear. That was my favorite pair.”
“Well next time, don’t wear any.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “You’re lucky I love you, dumbass.”
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