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weareapackofstrays · 3 months

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A New Kind of Love: Chapter II

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Nonconsensual touching, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Physical Violence (Minho punches a guy), Degradation, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 2,979

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: I struggled a little with this chapter compared to the others I finished. Sorry if it's not great. Also, to spare my anxiety, I’m going to refrain from creating deadlines since this story has expanded from what it was originally meant to be (a one shot lol). I will have part three out as soon as I can. Again, any feedback/thoughts are welcome!

Chapter II: Keep Your Voice Down Prev | Next

A ringtone jolts you awake. Blearily, you look around your bedroom for the source. Stumbling, you reach for the discarded purse on the floor and fish out your mobile. Squinting at the bright light, you see the name Baddest Bitch 🎀 flash across the screen. You slide to answer.

“Hello,” your voice sounds rough.

“Bitch, did you really just ditch me last night?” Your best friend, Yuqi, shouts through the phone. You move it a few inches from your face before speaking.

“What are you talking about?”

“I went to find you and you were gone.”

You take a moment to recall the party, the memories slowly coming back. “Wait, didn’t you ditch me last night for some guy?”

“I mean, yeah, but-” you cut her off.

“Look I am super hung over right now and desperately need a shower. Can you save your scolding for later?”

“Sure, I’m going to head to the diner. Meet you there?” You look at your phone to see the time.

“I can be there in like, 30 minutes?”

“See you!”

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and very slowly make your way to the shower.

The warm water feels like heaven cleansing away all sins from last night. While washing your hair, you suddenly remember meeting your neighbor, Minho. You struggle to remember the conversation. Was I that wasted? You can only recall that he was a bit of a dick. Shaking your head, you erase him from your mind.

Dressed comfortably in jeans and a black turtleneck, you grab your long coat and keys before heading out the door. You pause to take out your sunglasses as the sun hits. As you round the corner, Minho spots you from the porch and greets you.

“Good morning!” You jump out of your skin, nearly dropping your phone. You look up to see Minho leaning over the railing smiling at you.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” Minho’s cheeriness makes your brain hurt.

“Can you keep it down? It’s like 10 in the morning. Chill.” The sun shines right into Minho’s chocolatey eyes and you can see every variation of brown in his irises. They’re stunning.

“Not feeling so well, huh?” You’re completely flabbergasted by his presence.

“How long have you been waiting there for me?”

Minho doesn’t expect you to ask. “Not…long.” He looks down at his hands and picks at some invisible dirt under his nails. Jisung appears behind him and slaps Minho on the back. He falls forward with an oomph from the force.

“Hey Hyung!” Jisung looks over Minho’s shoulder and sees you.

“Oh! Morning, Y/n!” His gummy smile on full display.

“Is your whole household on uppers or something?” Placing your sunglasses on top of your head, you look around questioning if this is the twilight zone. Jisung takes in your appearance and notices how tired you look.

“Rough night?” he asks with a wince.

“Something like that,” you give Minho a pointed look.

“Where you headed?” Minho asks.

“Coffee. Meeting a friend.”

Jisung slaps Minho on the back again. “Well, that is perfect!” Minho stands up straight and looks at Jisung angrily. The younger boy ignores him and continues, “We were just about to head that way. Want some company?”

“Oh, um-,” the boys don’t give you a chance to answer, instead joining you on the sidewalk. Jisung loops his arm into yours.

“가자”

“What?”

“He means let’s go,” Minho answers for Jisung.

“Okay, then, Ka-cha, I guess,” you try to repeat back. Minho and Jisung smile at your attempt.

You arrive at the diner and see Yuqi in your usual booth. She spots you and waves. Pulling you into a hug, she notices two guys standing awkwardly behind you and releases you.

“Uh, did you adopt some strays on the way here?” Jisung takes in the sight of your best friend and stares at her with big heart eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You notice Jisung’s expression and giggle.

“Jisung, Minho, this is Yuqi. Yuqi, Jisung, Minho.” You gesture to each person to make introductions. Minho leans in to shake Yuqi’s hand, but Jisung jumps in front of him, taking hold of her instead.

“Hi, I’m Jisung,” he practically shouts.

Yuqi flashes both boys a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” She points for the two of them to sit down. Jisung eagerly takes the spot next to Yuqi leaving you and Minho on the other side of the booth.

“So how do you three know each other?” Yuqi asks.

“They live above me.”

“Do they now?” Yuqi gives you a flirty look that you refuse to entertain.

After placing your orders, conversation flows easily between the four of you.

“And what about you two? How do you know each other?” Yuqi motions between Jisung and Minho.

Jisung smiles and says, “We met in high school. He punched a guy who was bullying me. He’s basically my soulmate, isn’t that right 자기?”

“Shut up, Ji.” Minho laughs.

You look at Minho, “Ja-gi?”

“It means something like darling.”

“I see.”

“He’s just joking though,” Minho shrugs unconvincingly.

“What are you talking about, 자기? Don’t lie to them!” Jisung pouts, making Yuqi laugh.

He’s not one to go out of his way to connect with people, but he’d practically been taken hostage by Jisung and Felix. Whether it was Stockholm Syndrome or the balls of sunshine finally wearing him down, they eventually became his closest friends. Through Jisung he met Chris and Changbin. As a dance major he met Hyunjin who eventually introduced him to Jeongin and Seungmin. Minho grew up often feeling alone. His gruff personality could rub people the wrong way, but for whatever reason, his seven friends held onto him making him feel a part of something. A family.

Minho changes the subject and turns to speak to you, leaving Yuqi and Jisung to chat alone.

“Feeling any better?”

“Yeah, actually. A lot better.”

“Good.” He fiddles with his coffee cup as a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. You both smile watching your friends across the table flirt.

“Those two seem to be getting along.” Minho says quietly as he takes a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute.” Right on cue, your friends laugh at something amusing on Jisung’s phone.

“You two close?” You look away from your friend to Minho.

“We are. I guess you could say she’s my Jagi.” Minho smiles at that.

“Was she at the same party as you last night?”

You lean back into the booth and nod, “She was.”

“She seems to be in better shape than you were this morning.”

“Yuqi doesn’t drink.”

Minho nods. “So that makes you the drinker?”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I’m kidding,” he says quickly to diffuse you.

“Is this fun for you?” Too late.

“What?”

“Getting under my skin.”

“Don’t make it so easy then.” He says teasingly, but you don’t take the joke.

“Dude, I just met you like yesterday.”

“Why are you getting so mad? I was just joking. Relax.”

“Relax?”

He throws his hands in the air, defeated. “Why do you make it impossible to get to know you?”

You scoff and stand up. “Yuqi, we’re leaving.”

Yuqi looks away from Jisung, the two of them completely oblivious to your disagreement with Minho.

“Right now?”

Minho leans back into the booth and crosses his arms.

“Yes, come on.” You stand up from the booth and reach out for your friend’s hand.

She looks at Jisung before reluctantly taking your hand. “Okay.” She waves goodbye to Jisung. You give him a wave as well, but ignore Minho who looks away from you.

Jisung stands up and shouts, “I-I’ll see you around!” The door chimes as you both exit.

“Hyung, I think I’m in love.”

Minho sighs. “You just met her.”

“Did I? Or have our souls been searching for each other across centuries and have finally reunited?” Minho just groans as he picks up his coffee cup. Jisung clutches his chest looking at the glass door before turning to Minho.

“You seem to have taken a liking to, Y/n.”

Minho snorts into his coffee. “Absolutely not.”

Jisung just shakes his head. “And yet you waited on the porch for fifteen minutes until she finally left her apartment.”

“I-well, that was-” Minho stumbles over his words.

“Uh huh.” He throws the elder a satisfied smirk. Jisung could always see through Minho.

While walking back from class the next day you look up to see Minho’s window slightly ajar. A cloud of smoke forcing its way through the crack. Before you can stop yourself, you find your body standing at the threshold knocking on the front door. The door flies open and you're greeted by a beautiful blonde boy with freckles painted across his face.

“Hello!” the beautiful blonde boy speaks, but it takes a moment for his words to register.

“Uh, hi!” You finally shout out. “I’m your neighbor from downstairs.”

Recognition flashes in his eyes. “Y/n! I’m Felix. I’ve heard so much about you!” he says as he pulls you into a hug.

“You have?” Your voice muffled as you speak into his chest. He releases you and holds you by your shoulders to look you over.

“Wow, you’re beautiful.” You feel your cheeks warm at the compliment.

“Oh, thank you. You are too.” He smiles and invites you in.

“So, Y/n, to what do we owe the pleasure?” You look over and notice he’s in the middle of a video game.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Felix follows your gaze to his paused game.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t really…winning.” He grumbles as he scratches the back of his head.

“Well, I was just looking for-” As if summoned by your subconscious, Minho makes his way downstairs before you can even get his name out.

“Y/n?” You turn to see Minho at the base of the stairs. He’s shirtless wearing only gym shorts. His briefs peeking through. You force yourself to not look at his chest or lower and maintain eye contact.

“Minho, hey…”

Felix watches the exchange, amused. “You came here for Minho, hyung?” People don’t usually make house calls for his grumpy resident cat.

“Yeah.” You continue staring at Minho.

“What are you doing here?” He looks at Felix. The two exchange a silent word and Felix nods.

“I am going to check and see if my brownies are done.” He gently squeezes your arm to get your attention. “You’re welcome to one, if you would like.” You smile at him. Felix disappears into the kitchen leaving the two of you alone in the entrance of the house.

Minho closes the gap between you since you seem planted in your spot. He tilts his head. “Well?” He’s standing directly in front of you now. Before you can answer you notice a scar just below his ribs. Without thinking you trace the line with your finger. Minho’s stomach tightens beneath your touch and he lets out a strained breath.

“What happened?”

“It’s from when I was a baby. I had to have a procedure done.” You look up at him concerned, your finger still lightly touching the end of the scar.

“Are you okay now?”

He affectionately laughs at your question. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Minho moves your hand away before the electrical current from your touch reaches any further south. He doesn’t let go of your hand though and instead stares at where your fingers are intertwined. The atmosphere shifts.

“Hey, hyung, can you help me with-” Jisung suddenly walks in, breaking the tension. “Y/n, hi!” You look at Jisung and shake your head ending the spell.

“Sorry, I have to go!” You push past Minho after giving Jisung a wave and head to leave.

Felix calls out to you from the kitchen, “Y/n, your brownie!”

“Next time!” You rush out and close the door behind you.

Jisung looks at Minho blinking. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea,” he says in disbelief. He walks over to the window and watches as you hurriedly walk down the street and out of view.

Minho sits at a table studying when he spots you entering the library. It had been a few days since he last saw you. Your touch now seared on his scar. He felt you every time he closed his eyes and despite himself, he craved your nearness. As if possessed, he abandons his books and follows you into the maze of the stacks.

It takes some time to find you, but when he does you’re at the end of an aisle at the very back of the library. He can feel his heart beat into his ears. Sensing a presence, you look up from your book and are surprised to meet Minho’s eyes. He stands at the opposite end of the aisle waiting for a signal. You place your book down and face him. Minho takes a tentative step in your direction, then another. You take one too until you're both rushing to close the gap. It probably doesn’t make sense to an outsider, but the two of you were drawn to each other like magnets. Maybe it didn’t make sense to you either. Did you even like Minho? Did it matter? It didn’t, not as he crashed his lips against yours and pushed you into the bookshelf. Electricity crackling between the two of you.

Minho grips the shelf behind him to steady himself. Your hands immediately begin exploring his body. You could feel every outline of his muscles beneath your palms and his skin ignites from your touch. He pushes his hard length into your center as he kisses down your neck. Minho starts sucking and you know it's going to leave a mark. You don’t care. What you didn’t expect was for him to bite you. The pain sends pleasure through your middle and a cry escapes your mouth. This elicits a growl from Minho as his hands begin to hurriedly pull up your jean skirt. You feel his Adam's apple bob as you lick up and down the length of his throat. You then graze your teeth along his jawline. It was your turn to leave marks. Your skirt now up to your hips, Minho completely exposes you to him. You lift your head and look around.

“What if someone sees?”

“Just look at me.” And you do. Everything around you, the books, the shelves disappear. It’s just the two of you alone. He can feel your arousal as he cups your sex.

“So wet for me, princess. And here I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t.”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks.

You smack his chest. "Shut up.” He lets out a husky laugh as he places his lips on your shoulder.

“Bite me again and I’ll kick your nuts.”

“Noted.” You felt him smile against your skin. Minho pushes your panties aside and slides two fingers in without hesitation. You let out a breath not realizing you had been holding one in.

“Fuck.” You clench around his fingers as you take him in.

“You’re so warm,” he moans. He starts pushing in and out of you as your wetness quickly coats his hand.

“Kiss me.” He brings his lips to yours and you bite at him needily.

“But I can’t bite you?”

“I swear to god if you ruin this right now with that mouth of yours…”

Minho removes his fingers from you and drops to his knees. “What? This mouth?”

“Minho, what are-” before you could protest, he licks up your wet folds making you shiver. The tip of his tongue pushes at your clit.

“Yes, more!” Minho slowly circles around before sucking harshly. “Ooh, baby. Like that,” you purr. That nearly sends him over his edge. He palms his bulge with his free hand to adjust himself before he slides his fingers back in. Minho now pumps relentlessly and you can hear your wetness squelch with every movement.

“Too much!” But Minho doesn’t relent.

You grip his hair pulling and pushing him further into you. He groans, sending a vibration through your pussy and you moan loudly.

“Keep your voice down,” he whispers.

“F-fuck you-u,” Minho chuckles as he resumes eating you out. He hikes your leg over his shoulder and the new angle gives his long fingers better reach. Minho can feel the ribs of your walls enclose him tightly and he knows you’re close. Your breathing becomes shallow as your orgasm rises through your body and stars dot your vision. Minho tongues your clit harder and forces a third digit inside of you. You grind against him as you finally come into his mouth. You have to use all your strength to hold in your cries and grip the shelf behind you to stay grounded. Minho doesn’t let up, letting you ride out your orgasm while he laps up your ecstasy. You whimper as you shake from overstimulation.

Minho finally releases you and stands. He puts your panties back in place and pulls your skirt down. His lips, nose, and chin are covered in your essence making your middle tighten in pleasure. Minho licks each finger individually, not letting a drop go to waste.

“So sweet.”

He wipes his face with the back of his sleeve once he finishes. Still coming down from your high, you don’t realize how closely you're leaning against the bookshelf. Your fingers gripping the shelf so hard your knuckles are white. Minho notices and takes hold of your hands to help you upright. Tension leaves your fingers as he places feather light kisses across your knuckles. All you can do is stare into Minho’s brown eyes. He smiles at your blissed out state and leans into your ear. “See you around, princess.” Minho releases your hands and disappears, leaving you absolutely stunned.

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onboardsorasora · 4 months

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My brain hurts and I'm watching Project Runway. Please do not perceive me lmao

Fashion designer Daniel who has to dress new IT model/entrepreneur Max for a big fashion event. Daniel is well known for his volume and prints and structure and Max is a minimalist who wants none of that. He would much rather wear a vneck and jeans than half the things he wears for photoshoots.

When Daniel asks him what he wants him to design, Max jokes and says just that, a vneck and jeans. Daniel is floored and thinks he’s taking the piss. Why was he hired, if Max didn’t want anything he could produce.

“Honestly, my manager chose you.” Max shrugs and leans against a bare wall. Daniel is flabbergasted maybe. “I agreed because I thought you were cute.”

“What?” Daniel didn’t think he was serious. But Max didn’t laugh.

Max spends the entire consultation time flirting with Daniel who literally couldn’t help himself. Max goes home with Daniel and they spend the two weeks leading up to the event together in a sort of whirlwind romance. He’s in Daniel’s studio and watches him work on other commissions from the bed they fuck and cuddle in. He admires how massive Daniel’s personality is and how he uses that to transform his pieces. Because Daniel– the person is smaller, lithe and compact in his body. But his smile is wide and his character is larger than life.

He tells Daniel this, wooing him with his truth and Daniel can’t help but fall in love with Max. He’s magnetic. Straightforward and kind. Daniel watches Max sleep in, watches him be confident in his skin, in his looks. His laugh and smile make him completely different from ‘model’ Max. Max is a total babe and a boy next door and Daniel thinks he’s the sexiest when his hair is messy from his hands running through it all the time. Or when he’s complaining that someone is cheating in FIFA online. Daniel loves his lisp and how his face scrunches when he’s truly happy.

Max goes on the red carpet for his event in the world's most perfect white v neck tshirt, that emphasizes his broad shoulders and perfect chest, and blue jeans that hug his thighs and ass.

Daniel’s love letter to him.

#all I had was fashion designer daniel and model max #lolol I hope you like it. if you don't we dont need to talk about this lool #maxiel #max/daniel

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comicarc · 21 hours

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𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Just a walk down memory lane. I just haven’t found many fics about Jason before he was killed, so I thought I’d write one.

wc: 1182

My first memory of Jason was when I first met him in the alley. I was strolling down the streets at night naive and oblivious to the dangers surrounding me. It was one of the few times I was carefree and ignorant of consequences. I felt so happy walking down a puddle-filled sidewalk. Homeless people left and right, the road lined with potholes and men running around mugging people. In this part of Gotham, this would be the best it gets.

It was drizzling and I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. It’s almost never sunny in Gotham, but I was determined that today would be different. To my surprise, the day had been cloudless, but as evening approached the clouds began rolling in. Little me, holding on to the little hope I conjured, decided not to change or even grab a jacket before heading for my stroll.

By now I had managed to walk over five blocks to an alley. I heard laughter down the way and was curious enough, against my better judgment, to follow the voice. Nearing the origin of the voice I saw a boy about my age. He looked tired and beaten up, but his voice was full of pure joy. He wore a bright red, worn out hooded jacket. His jeans were tattered and his shoes had enormous holes in them. There was a small corner next to him with stacks of blankets and used pillows. Did he live here?

I walked up to him and asked, “What’s a boy like you doing out here laughing?”

“Can’t I laugh if I want to?” He retorted as he swung his body to face me. A knife pressed against my throat.

“I guess you can.” I gulped. I was not prepared for this to happen.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Just out of habit.”

“I guess it must be a daily occurrence if you’re used to doing this by now.”

“You wouldn’t believe how many psychos run around trying to rob a child.”

“I bet.”

“You shouldn’t be here. Not unless you want to meet people like me or want to get killed.”

“Maybe I like meeting people.”

He chuckles before nudging me to the opening of the alleyway. “Go home.”

He then proceeds to hand me his jacket seeing as I was shivering from the weather. I put it on after a few protests and he pulle the hood above my head. His touch felt rough but loving.

I was enchanted for a few minutes, staring deeply into his eyes until I replied, “Alright, but before I leave I want to know what to call my new friend.”

“Name’s Jason.”

“I’m y/n.” I said as I exited the alley and ran back home.

After that incident, I hung out with him in that alley all the time before he became Bruce Wayne’s ward. He became distant soon after he found a new family, but he still tried his best to wish me on my birthdays and congratulate me whenever I won or competed in competitions at Gotham High. I never realized it then, but his presence always lifted my spirits. Made me elated beyond comprehension. Without him, I don’t know what would have happened to me.

My favorite memory of him occurred as he attended a prestigious school around the time he was 18. We’d been distant lately, but I visited him every now and then. This night I decided I would go to his dorm and treat him to a night of relaxation. It was 9:00 pm, so he would most definitely have been awake, but when I arrived he didn’t open the door. After an hour or two of waiting, he finally greeted me and let me into his humble abode. Distraught by the reason why I had to wait so long, I questioned his whereabouts until he finally gave in.

“I was showering”

Completely flabbergasted I replied, “What the actual fuck Jason. Who takes showers for two hours?”

“Me.”

I laughed before taking the food I had brought out of the grocery bag and laying it out on his living room table. His body was definitely drenched, but not in water, rather sweat. I knew he was lying, but why? He was always sweet to me ever since we were kids. There was no reason for him to lie to me, he knows I would help through anything and accept all his endeavors happily.

Still, I wasn’t going to get mad over nothing, so as he proceeded to leave the room to bring blankets for us, I sat down and put on our favorite movie, My Bloody Valentine . When he comes back and sits on the couch I let him lie his head on my lap as we watch. The blankets cover Jason’s entire body and my legs, making the couch a makeshift bed and my lap a pillow. Unconsciously I begin stroking his head, and only realize it by the end of the movie. By then Jason had also fallen asleep.

It was one of the few nights he seemed at peace. We were so close, and I gained that he truly felt the world of me by trusting me. More than anything it was the night I realized that I loved Jason.

My most recent memory of him was the day he died. I was mad. No, I was absolutley furious. He never told me he was Robin. Did he not trust me? No, maybe he did it to protect me. Still, knowing would’ve been better than nothing. I had the right to know, not interfere but to at least know. Our relationship was longer than anyone else’s, and yet, he never trusted me enough to tell me something so important. Now he’s gone forever. I’ll never be able to hear his sweet words, bathe in his warmth, or even tell him that I love him. I will never have that opportunity again, all because of his damned crime fighting persona.

Today, on his birthday, I sit on the couch, playing My Bloody Valentine , with a cake set in front of me. It reads, “Happy Birthday Jason!” with one lit candle in the dead center. I looked at the clock with puffed eyes. I had been crying the whole night, reminiscing on past memories of Jason.

Right when the clock struck twelve I heard a thud come from the balcony of my apartment. Since I was alone, I prepped myself to confront the intruder. Taking the closest weapon I could find, I begin heading to my balcony. Outside, the light breeze makes me shiver. Holding the weapon with two hands I slowly approach the shadowy figure at the corner of my balcony. As I near, I see him wearing cargo pants and a leather jacket. The figure begins walking towards me. At this point I’m scared out of my wits as he comes close.

He pulls me into a hug before saying, “I’m sorry y/n. For everything.”

Confused and comforted at the same time, I question, “Jason?”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood #dc robin #gotham #angst #cliffhanger #some fluff

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spookyserenades · 1 year

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Trouvaille - Chapter One TEASER

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 3.1k

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The place was entirely gray. The walls, the tin desk with an ancient register, the old guidebooks lining dusty shelves, all radiated a depressing emotion. Even the man behind the desk, still watching a noisy pre-season Patriots game, had dull gray hair and a sagging complexion. Stifling a smirk at how out of place ritzy Ben looked, Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth as she sifted through a rack of hybrid-specific clothes that were about as old as she was. Roy cleared his throat, standing before the desk, Ben uncharacteristically silent as the man grumbled with annoyance, peering up at the three of them.

Setting his phone down, the man stood arthritically before painting on a customer-service smile.

“And how can I help youse today?” Y/N nearly snickered at the man’s Quincey accent, alcohol making her a little giddy, until she realized this man just might be the saving grace of her Friday night. “We’re havin’ a sale on them jeans over there,” the man pointed to the rack Y/N had steadied herself on.

“Uh, okay, good to know. Actually, we’re here to potentially adopt, if you have any hybrids available, that is,” Roy took the lead, Ben’s eyes glazed over as he stared at a cobweb on the ceiling. The man made a noise of understanding in the back of his throat, grabbing a key ring from the desk drawer.

“Got just one, follow me,” the man motioned to them with a finger, unlocking the door at the back of the shop behind a shelf of books. Roy looked a bit disheartened, the chances of the lone hybrid at the shelter being a child slim to none. The trio stepped through the threshold anyways, the back room filled with what could only be compared to empty jail cells sans doors, the scent of cleaning products heavy in the air. Y/N was shocked by Ben’s continued silence, analyzing his stony expression as they reached the back of the room. There was a slim hallway to Y/N’s right, dimly lit, but they did not go down that way.

“Got this one in about two hours ago. She’s the smallest of her siblings, apparently… too hyper for them fancy shelter’s customers, or so’s I’ve been told by the person who dropped her ‘ere. Name’s Daisy, up-to-date on her doctor’s visits, guaranteed,” the shopkeeper rattled off, scratching the back of his head. He stepped to the side, allowing Ben and Roy to peer into the chamber Daisy was in.

Sat on the little bed in the corner, engrossed in a colorful picture book, was a little girl about four years old. She had beautiful white blonde hair, long white lop ears sprouting from her crown, and was wearing a sundress with strawberries on it. She looked very well taken care of, a teddy bear clamped under her arm and hair neatly brushed. One of her ears twitched at the sound of the man’s voice, large chocolate eyes darting upwards. A tiny, toothy grin stretched across her precious face as she jumped up from the bed, book clattering to the floor.

“Oh my gosh!” Ben gasped delightedly, the little bunny hybrid gathering a fistfull of his pant leg. Y/N was flabbergasted at the sight of such an angelic little girl in such a drab, depressing place. How in the hell did nobody adopt her?

“Hi! Hi, you’re here! They’re loud…” Daisy practically vibrated with energy, shaking the material of Ben’s pant leg excitedly. Her eyes darted down the narrow hallway Y/N had spotted moments before, one of Daisy’s ears lifting in that direction.

“She’s beautiful! I can’t believe it – we were looking for a child just like her! Ben, what do you think?” Roy was so happy, his face was entirely pink as he bent down to say hello. The hybrid seemed to not have an ounce of shyness in her body, thrusting her teddy bear into Roy’s hand and telling him the bear’s name.

“I think that this place was harboring a miracle after all,” Ben said in a disbelieving tone, simply glowing at Roy and Daisy’s interactions. She was chattering on about her morning, what she wanted to eat for dinner, and her new book.

“I don’ think she’ll be here for very long,” the shopkeeper called from next to Y/N. He looked like he was aching to get back to his Patriots game. “If you wanna adopt, I suggest you do it tonight.”

“What breed is she? How old, and how much, and where do we sign?” Ben asked rapidly, blushing furiously as Roy picked Daisy up when she stretched her arms out to be held. Y/N could hardly believe the events unfolding in front of her; she knew that the couple was prepared to adopt that very night, but she was sure they wouldn’t be able to find what they were looking for right away. Suddenly, she felt like she was intruding on a private moment, no matter how close she was to Ben and Roy.

“Uh…” the man pulled his eyebrows together, checking a clipboard velcroed to the wall. “She just turned four. Lionhead rabbit, the fancy Latin name ‘ere too if you want it. Adoption fee for her…” looking thoughtfully at Ben’s Gucci loafers, the man smirked. Y/N turned away, feeling ill from her martini, stalking off slightly down the mysterious hallway. “... $2,500. I’ll print up them papers in the office.”

Slinking down the short hallway, Y/N took a deep breath. Daisy was like a gift from some cosmic entity, and it almost seemed too good to be true. She felt warmth spread through her chest as she thought about the spare room in Ben’s townhouse, already decked to the nines with children’s toys and furniture. Daisy would want for nothing, and it was as if Ben and Roy had already fallen in love with her. Dragging her fingertips along the cinder block walls, she made a surprised sound at the heavy metal door a few feet away from her. Further down the hall, there was a normal wooden door left ajar, an office, from the looks of it. Humming, she turned her attention to the safe-like door, a big red sign nailed to the left of it. The sign read: Exotics and Aggressives - Do Not Enter.

Now that sign certainly caught her attention – all she had to read was Exotics before a happy sensation flooded through her. Giddy, she began to rise on her tiptoes to peek through the small square window of the door, when she heard a throat clear behind her. Startled, she whipped around, guilt painting her features as the shopkeeper eyed her suspiciously.

“I wouldn’ get too close to them, if I were you, young lady,” the man said, hands on his hips. “They’ll take off your arm in a second.”

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N’s curiosity was piqued even more with this statement. The man sighed, pointing at the window.

“Go ahead, take a look. They’re all vicious, the jaguar bastard bit me yesterday,” he muttered, tenderly rubbing a bandage on his left forearm. Staring at the man, as if to decipher if he was egging her on or not, Y/N turned back to the window, finally peering in.

The room was large, but all divided by iron bars, like giant cages they would keep big animals in at the clinic. At first, she had to squint to see anything other than iron, but then she let out a startled gasp as her eyes focused.

She counted four hybrids, fully shifted into their animal forms. First, her sight landed on a gorgeous, albeit underweight, leopard, laying on its side, asleep. In the cell next to it was what appeared to be a coyote, turned away from the door and shaking like a leaf in the corner.

“My God,” Y/N whispered, taking in the third animal, a black jaguar, most likely the one that had bitten the shopkeeper. It was asleep, breathing labored, as blood oozed from a jagged cut on his side.

Anger welled up inside of her, beginning to turn to the shopkeeper in wrath, before her breath was cut off by the sight of the final animal she could see: the biggest Northwestern wolf she had ever seen, and it was staring right back at her. Undoubtedly a male, the wolf’s amber eyes bored into hers, ears swiveling forward in alert and teeth baring immediately. The creature’s expression sent shivers down her spine, even as he was laying down in his cell separated by the heavy door Y/N was pressed against. Unable to tear her gaze away from the wolf, she forgot all about her bed calling her name, about Ben and Roy, and about Daisy.

“Who are they?” Y/N asked, eventually breaking eye contact with the wolf. Looking at the shopkeeper, who had pulled out his phone to check on the Patriots, didn’t even spare the door a glance.

“Bunch o’ bastards. We get the unadopted hybrids that are found wandering the streets, the ones that are rejected by other shelters, sometimes from circuses or zoos if they stop doin’ what they’re supposed to,” he replied, sounding bored. He began to walk away, heading towards the office, when Y/N pulled herself away from the door to urgently grab his wrist.

“Wait! I– oh,” she let go of his wrist, blushing in embarrassment. “What’s going to happen to them?” Y/N asked, fearing the worst. The man scoffed, beginning to get annoyed with her questions.

“Listen, lady, I’ve got a guy from Manhattan coming in tomorrow morning to pick up them animals. He’s offering seven G’s for all seven of em’... for hunting or something, I don’ really care what for. It’s payday tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to send that rabbit on her way with your buddies so I can finish the game in peace,” with that, the man stalked to the office, muttering something about “women”, the sound of a stuttering printer filling the hallway.

Affronted, Y/N felt her heart begin to race, thinking about the beautiful leopard being hunted down, and the chances of the injured jaguar living past tomorrow evening. Feeling more ill than ever, the disgust for the world she lived in infiltrated every cell of her body. She peeked back into the room once more, immediately searching for the other three animals, but could not strain her eyesight into the far hidden corners of the room. A pained wheeze came from the jaguar, tail limply beating the floor. She looked at the wolf again, but to her surprise, he had turned around from her view and curled himself into a ball. Her heart sank, palms sliding down the door. If she didn’t feel powerless to help animals before, she certainly did at that moment.

“Y/N? Where did you go?” Roy inquired, voice raised. She blinked rapidly, ears picking up Daisy’s childish giggle, and huffed sadly for the seven hybrids behind the locked door. While her heart was breaking for them, she wouldn’t allow herself to dampen her friend’s spirits on such a wonderful night for the two of them.

She stiffened as the shopkeeper brushed past her, a packet in hand, grumbling in her direction. Curling her lip up in a snarl of disgust, she begrudgingly followed him, glancing at the metal door once more.

“The papers. Let’s sign em’ up front, come on, now,” the shopkeeper grunted, stepping into the light of the main hybrid holding room. Roy still had Daisy on his hip, his face confused as it landed on Y/N. She brightened up in the best way that she could, smiling sweetly at Daisy, who had begun to sleepily nod her head against Roy’s shoulder. Ben held her teddy bear and picture book, pacing around the space she was in as if to check for any other of her belongings.

“Sorry, guys! I had to run to the bathroom in the back,” Y/N lied, watching the shopkeeper carefully to see if he would rat her out. He rolled his eyes disinterestedly, already making his way to the storefront. Roy easily bought the lie, trusting and easygoing, face dissolving into understanding. She felt rotten about the deception, but she would feel even worse if she robbed her friends of the happy glow around them with the news of the exotic hybrids only feet away.

Ben straightened up from where he was crouched over by the bed Daisy had been sitting on, face a touch melancholy.

“Honey, is this all that you brought with you?” Ben asked Daisy, brushing a strand of hair away from her cherubic face. She cracked an eye open, peering at Ben’s outstretched hands holding her teddy bear and book. Nodding twice, she buried her face into Roy’s neck, sleep threatening to pull her under. Ben tutted, a look of adoration on his face.

“I think she likes you, Roy,” Ben whispered with glee. “Let’s go sign the papers and get her home,” Ben took Roy’s free hand, flashing a brilliant smile towards Y/N, face clear of all stress from earlier. She trailed after the new family, no longer filled with exhaustion from her eventful day, but instead was consumed with cyclical thoughts.

She felt dazed as she watched Ben smoothly sign his name on the papers, eagerly pushing them towards Roy once he finished, nearly tossing the packet off of the tin desk. The shopkeeper went back to his game on his phone, yawning, as Ben excitedly joined Y/N at the front of the store.

“Can you believe it? Y/N, what are the chances?” Ben gushed, fingers fumbling along the bookshelf stocked with the hybrid guidebooks. Digits dancing along the spines, he carefully selected one while scratching his close-cut beard thoughtfully. The book was specific to hybrid children.

“I can’t believe it. I also can’t believe it’s this easy to adopt – I mean, there’s no interview? Or background check?” With this statement, Ben turned to look at her curiously.

“Well, I know that the other shelters have at least one quick interview, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,” Ben said slowly, sensing something off about Y/N’s countenance. “Besides, look at this place. Sadly, I don’t think Belichick over there is very concerned with who walks out of here with a hybrid. What’s up? Why do you look so upset?”

Y/N shook her head, spotting a rabbit hybrid booklet and pulling it off the shelf for Ben. Her fingers paused, noticing a thicker book for wolf hybrids a couple of spines over. She snapped out of it, sensing Ben’s probing gaze, and handed him the booklet with a grin.

“I’m not upset, that martini just made me feel a little sick. I think today has just been a little crazy,” Y/N explained. Ben softened at her response and her offering of the booklet, pulling her into his side tightly.

“I haven’t thanked you yet for coming along with us today. It means more than you know, having you be here for this,” Ben confessed, squeezing her once.

“Always,” Y/N replied, tears threatening to fall for the second time that day. He let her go, lifting the books in the air, heading to the register to pay the final fee before they could leave with Daisy.

“That’ll be $3,000 even – with the tax an’ the books,” The shopkeeper punched numbers into the noisy cash register, cursing as the sport’s broadcaster announced a foul from his phone. Ben handed him his thick black credit card easily, and with the flimsy bag for the books in hand and credit card securely back in his wallet, the four left the dreary shelter without any complications.

Unlike when Y/N left the clinic earlier in the evening, exiting the shelter and breathing in the nighttime air offered no relief to her current anxiety. Roy was busy ordering a cab for their ride back to their townhouse, carefully shifting the sleeping bunny hybrid on his hip. Ben was busy blathering on about what he should whip up for Daisy’s dinner, or if he should call in some takeout. Y/N tried to steady her breathing, checking her slim wristwatch for the time. It was only 9 PM, but it felt like midnight. She considered leaving her car in the spot seven blocks away in favor of jumping on the Red Line, but wasn’t thrilled about a ticket likely being tucked under her windshield wiper come morning.

“Guys, I’m gonna get going. My car’s a little ways away, so I should start walking now,” Y/N piped up through Ben’s cooing at sleeping Daisy, both men turning to face her.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car? I can order another cab for myself after,” Ben offered, ever protective and concerned for her walking alone at night. She shook her head lightly, reaching out to stroke the back of Daisy’s head. She was irresistible and her hair was impossibly soft, and Daisy leaned into the touch even in her sleep.

“No, no, don’t worry about me. I have a taser and a knife. And my clogs are heavier than they look, for kicking some nuts. You guys should get home as soon as you can, settle her in,” Y/N said slowly, trying her best not to wake the child. Ben looked like he wanted to protest, but was cut off by the pulling up of the cab Roy ordered. Y/N pushed him towards the passenger side door, eager to spend some time thinking on the walk to her car.

“I’ll call you in the morning to check in, and I’ll even come and stop by tomorrow if you want, and ask my dad to schedule a check-up for Daisy,” Y/N offered, opening the doors for both of them. Roy gave her a swift kiss on the cheek, mouthing a thank you sincerely, carefully maneuvering his way into the backseat.

“Thank you, Y/N. Text me when you get home,” Ben hugged her once more, folding himself into the passenger seat and closing the door softly. Y/N waved as the cab drove away, waiting until it turned the corner before sparing another glance at the shelter behind her. Brushing a sticky piece of hair from her forehead, humidity pressing down on her, she set off down the street to her car.

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ask-impatient-samurott · 5 months

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[Kappa]

"So... Who is this friend of yours, Jean?"

[Jean]

"Ahhh, just someone I've known for a very long time. They're very important to me." Jean tried to wrack her brain for ways to explain this to Kappa without revealing too much. But, then again, was this really worth concealing? She'll know who it is after the 10 minutes it takes to cross the chasm.

"It's crucial that I try to relocate them somewhere so they aren't caught in the wishing star's blast. They won't move on their own, so I gotta be the one to grab them."

Kappa nodded. When she asked, she honestly just wanted a kind of background noise. It was way too quiet in here, and Kappa didn't want to start getting cold feet just because of a slightly spooky night.

Kappa couldn't stop thinking about why she was here.

What was the Accident? Who killed her teammates? What happened to her?

She had come this far, she was so close to possibly finding out. Kyurem was within this very chasm, and they would be able to give her answers. Not only that, but she met Jean, who admitted to knowing her in the past, and knew where specifically where the chasm was.

Kappa was again struck with the feeling of this being too easy. With every step she took, more and more dread wormed its way into her chest.

She needed a drink.

Kappa had bent down to drink from one of the rain-filled impressions in the ground. Her throat felt dry.

[Jean]

"Heeeyyy, Kappa..." Jean started slowly, as if she was uncertain about her words.

[Kappa]

"Hmm?"

[Jean]

"Maybe, after we're done here sometime..." She said. "Would you like to, like, go out?"

Kappa coughed for a good minute or two before finally regaining her brain functions. Had Jean? Just?? Asked her out??? On a DATE????

[Kappa]

"U-uhhhh-"

Kappa was dumbfounded. Completely flabbergasted. Absolutely gobsmacked.

[Jean]

"Sorry, sorry. Let me explain." Jean said with a laugh stuck in her throat.

"I've been wanting to ask for a while, but I thought that every other time ever was inappropriate. Heck, I think it's kinda inappropriate to ask now, even. But, I'm... so not good at keeping things in. Ha."

Kappa had to take a moment to process her words.

Jean was very pretty. And kind. And sweet...

But, Kappa, for all her love for women, couldn't find it in her heart to say yes. She wanted to! God, she wanted to. But, her feelings about Jean were complicated. It wouldn't be fair for Kappa to date Jean the way she was now.

Kappa knew she was a complete emotional wreck. She has been for the past few years. Jean didn't deserve to deal with that. Hell, Kappa was surprised Jean even asked considering how she saw her nearly take Marigold's antennae off a few hours prior.

And then there was the fact that Jean reminded Kappa of a past lover. A lover she couldn't even remember. But, Jean so violently reminded her of them that Kappa found it uncanny.

And Jean knew her in the past.

Of course, Kappa had many questions. Was Jean a part of her team? Did she witness the Accident? How did she know about it? And the most damning of all:

Was Jean Kappa's past lover?

[Kappa]

"...How about this?" Kappa said finally.

"We get through this whole thing with Kyurem first... and then I think about it. Is that... okay?"

[Jean]

"Of course!" Jean smiled. So there was a chance!

#kappa samurott #pokeask #pokeask blog #ask-impatient-samurott #arc3 #jean sealeo #nema pikachu #trying to gather all loose ends is oddly difficult #but we do be getting there

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our-chaos · 2 years

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Ok but I’m a firm believer Eddie is a pervy virgin boy and I want to ruin him with his first orgasm and make him cry, yes I have talked to my therapist and yes Ik I have issues

sigh, this one right here.

I just like to think about you being absolutely flabbergasted when you find out. Either he flat out tells you or you pick up the possibility from the way he just gawks at your naked form for the first time. It’s something… Strange. I mean, this boy puts on the persona that his sex life is at least one of experience. Nope. Your perception of that completely changes when he’s standing there in front of you with a mortifyingly prominent bulge in his black jeans and cheeks so red he looks like he’s ran the length of his trailer 6 times. I feel like he’d be taken back if you asked, thinking as if the way he was reacting was (shamefully) enough to answer your question.

“Eddie?” You would definitely have to snap him out of a trance, poor thing was staring at your perky nipples and soft skin like he had never seen anything like that before.

“Uh- yeah, yeah?” He felt awful for not hearing you, not wanting you to think he wasn’t paying attention. He definitely was. You’d smile, smirk even at his wide eyes looking back at you.

“Something wrong?”

“Fuck, absolutely not. No. No way.” He almost exploded with his own response, knowing damn well he sounded winded just from looking at you. Now, if you’re anything like me, you’d probably laugh at that. Eddie fucking Munson was speechless because of a naked body. Your naked body. What power you’d hold over him now that you knew what you did to him.

When you’re finally fucking him, he looks damn near close to possessed. His eyes are rolled back, skin flushed and tinted with sweat, lips swollen and made out with while he cries from how intense the pleasure is. I’d like to think he’s slack jawed, hammering into you missionary style because he just has to watch the way he plummets himself inside you over and over again.

“Jesus fucking Christ it feels so good, feels so so fucking good-“ he’d babble, hands placed on each side of your head while he practically used you as a human fuck-toy. He’d try to be slow, poor baby would try so hard to contain himself, but as soon as you wrap your legs around his hips he’s drilling you.

“N-Never felt so good I-I.. I’m not gonna last long.” He’d warn you, guilty eyes looking down at you while they shined with tears. You better be praying that nobody else is home because the noises Eddie would make. Lord. He wouldn’t be able to shut up, honestly. He wouldn’t be able to stop telling you how nice you feel wrapped so tightly around him, how you’re milking him for what he’s worth and don’t get me started on the praise.

When he had enough, when it was close to painful from holding off for so long, he’d bury his face in your neck as he shot his load inside you. (Because of course you wanna be the first person he fills up) (Not to mention, can you imagine how he’d react when you told him he could??) The whimpers that erupted from his throat would be almost unintelligible as he sobbed out your name, shuddering above you and clutching you oh so desperately.

After all was said and done he’d be laying inside you, body comfortingly crushing you as you both regained consciousness. I have a feeling it might be silent for a bit, both of you too fucked out of your minds to come up with something to say. Eddie would be the one to break the quiet, face still tucked away sweetly into the crook of your neck.

“So.. How’d you know?”

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keanureevesisbae · 1 year

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endeavors #6 - a challenge

Summary: Grace is still looking for a job, but August is right there to make time go by faster.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warning: Usage of sex toys (vibrators, dildo's), female orgasms, overstimulation.

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

It’s been two weeks and I still haven’t found a job. August tells me that I will find a job eventually. Parts of me believes him, but that is mostly wishful thinking. Sometimes I fear I’m never gonna find one.

However, being out of a job, means more time at home and August knows exactly how to get my mind off things. We’ve fallen into a habit of morning sex, every single time we wake up. Depending on who’s awake first, they walk into the other person’s room, gets rid of their clothes and within ten minutes, we’re already a sweaty and moaning mess.

I can safely say that during the time August and I have been doing this, I’ve been feeling more confident about my body than ever before. Before I would feel this tendency to cover up, to hide myself, but August never lets me. He holds my wrists in hands, pushes them in the mattress and sternly tells me I do not have to hide for him.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not there is more growing between us, because sex can either be tender or rough. Either way I trust him completely. However I am always quick to push those thoughts aside. August and I are just fuck buddies.

It’s his day off and August wouldn’t be August if he didn’t have something planned. The planning is totally none of my business, but that doesn’t really matter to me. Instead, I always allow him everything. The word ‘pigeon’ is never used, mostly because he takes his time and it appears he knows my limits better than I know myself.

Never had I expected August to have taken this so seriously.

As I’m preparing coffee, I hear August walk in the kitchen and before I can even say good morning to him, I feel his hand patting my behind. ‘Morning,’ he says. When he senses my lack of reaction because I’m utterly shocked and flabbergasted, he smirks. ‘What? I told you I’m an ass man.’

That’s not why I’m surprised. It’s the whole idea of his hands on my ass and the smacks accompanied by it, that make my feel very giddy inside.

‘I know,’ I say and while I try to act all coy about it and slightly flirtatious, I know he caught up straight away, making a mental note of it and will use this against me for when the time is near.

‘I’ve got a plan for you today,’ he says.

While every cell in my body is trying to fight against it, I can’t and it shows. My entire body is tense and ready for whatever he got planned for me. He must have had a lot of experience with women who are just at the ready for him.

And that realization always makes me remember the fact that we are just experimenting. Nothing more, nothing less.

‘Okay,’ I say.

‘So, at around three in the afternoon, I want you out of your clothes on my bed, okay?’

I nod. ‘Okay.’

He walks up to me, smiling and as he kisses my forehead, I feel his hand on my ass and before I can say anything about it, he gives it a firm smack. ‘I can’t wait, Grace.’

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Because I am an overachiever and a chronic people pleaser, I’m on the bed at three o’clock sharp, totally naked. He only leaves me waiting for less than a minute, still wearing the outfit for today. The jeans that hug his thighs perfectly, the grey t-shirt. I bite my lip, my core burning with anticipation. He places two dildos on the bed, one a little larger than the other.

I know he bought those by himself, knowing way too well that while I’m becoming more comfortable with my sexuality, sex stores still freak me out.

His name is already at the tip of my tongue, but I quickly manage to keep it in. August knows I’m desperate for him, needy for him, no need to give him more confirmation this soon.

There are times where he tells me what to do, using his words, sometimes only his hands and sometimes a combination of both. Not today. He grabs my ankles, spreads apart my legs and without saying a word, he kneels in between them, his lips starts kissing the insides of my thighs.

His tongue slides through my slit, my fingers gently tugging his hair. ‘You taste magnificent,’ he whispers.

Time goes by and during the entire build up, he has yet to let me cum. Instead, he withdraws his fingers each time I’m even remotely close and kisses my inner thigh, instead of circling his tongue around my clit.

‘August,’ I whine, ‘please, let me cum.’

He looks up, a smirk ever so wicked on his lips. ‘Be careful what you wish for, Grace,’ he warns me.

August is never too embarrassed to use lube in the bedroom. I once asked someone for a bit of lube and that same guy told me I was broken. The first time August grabbed it, I wanted to say something about how that wasn’t necessary and he sighed, telling me that you can never have too much lube.

And after his preparations, he slides the dildo inside, welcomed a little too eagerly. August once more checks in with me, but when I buck up my hips to him, he chuckles. ‘Eager little slut, aren’t you?’

It’s the first time he said anything like that and I let out a breathy chuckle. ‘Well,’ I whisper, ‘I thought you liked me like that?’

August and I look at each other and when I smile, he lets out a soft little ‘tsk’ before he says: ‘You won’t be such a smiley lady after I’m done with you,’ he says.

And I just know he’s right.

﹌﹌

Instead of smiling, I’m on the brink of crying of pleasure. Shivering, moaning and withering on the sheets. I’ve reached my high once, twice, thrice. Solely because August drilled that dildo in me and I can say: while I am used to his cock, I will use that thing for masturbational purposes when August isn’t home.

The dildo exits my cunt, dropped somewhere on his bed and he cages me underneath his frame. I’m trying to catch my breath, my legs clenching together.

‘Have I told you you’re a good girl?’

‘No,’ I manage to choke out. ‘You called me a slut.’

His lips are so close and I want to kiss him, however he doesn’t budge and I can barely move in the aftermath of what we did just now.

‘You kinda are,’ he chuckles. ‘You’re my slut though. And… You’re my good girl.’ His tone is low and brass and it sends the necessary shivers down my spice. I involuntarily let out a moan, because that’s what his words do to me. ‘And we’re no where near from done, Grace.’

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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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『 Heartstrings 』

♪ Pairing: Eddie Munson x (Fem)Reader

♪ Summary: Watching Eddie play guitar has always gotten a rise out of you. Today, it drives you crazy enough to show just what you've been imagining.

♪ Word Count: 1.8k

♪ CW: Smut, hand kink, oral (m receiving), cockworship, Eddie worship, BALLS, sub!Reader, soft dom!Eddie, musician kink?, lots of dirty talk, praise kink, very soft degradation

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

♪ A/N: This was definitely inspired by a fantasy I had after watching the video of Joseph Quinn playing guitar. (And a mixture of experiences from dating guitarists in the past). I hope you enjoy ♡

I have to be the luckiest bitch in the world.

You had to chuckle to yourself as you thought it. Eddie would scold you for calling yourself that. Even with all the things he'd call you during the heat of passion. My little slut, whore, fucktoy… But bitch was something he'd never allow himself to call you. It actually made you smile.

The metalhead in question was in a world of his own. Standing across the room from where you sat on a rickety hand-me-down lawn chair. His fingers working their way up and down the neck of his guitar, warming up. Something you could watch him do for hours.

You couldn't pass up the opportunity, when he complained about having nowhere to practice when his uncle was home. Although his uncle never complained about the noise. When it came to him, Eddie tried to be considerate. So you provided a solution. "You can use my basement." From then on he would come over whenever he wanted to play, glad to have the bonus of a one-person audience.

You were becoming his number one fan.

It almost made you feel guilty for having an ulterior motive. One you were surprised he hasn't caught on to yet. Eddie strummed the rhythm to a song you didn't recognize, pinching his guitar pick between his fingers. The movements really brought out his rings. How they caught the light's reflection, turning and twisting. Those hands.

Something about watching him play always got you hot and bothered. Maybe it was his big hands, and the way he played with so much intensity you could see his veins. Fingers moving with so much speed and precision, you could only imagine what they'd do buried inside your pussy. Plus, talent and dedication is always attractive. He put so much heart into it. Making music that had you flabbergasted when he mentioned how little recognition it got.

Like right now. The tune he played sounded original. Heavy, and fast paced. Something you could never see yourself gaining enough skill to replicate. This golden man made it seem light work. He pulled back on one of the strings with a grunt, propping his foot up on the amp so he could easily scale the frets. His eyes weren't even focused on his hand's movements. They were directed at the ceiling, letting his head comfortably lean backwards while he chewed a piece of gum. God, it had you shifting in your seat.

The floor was cold, even through your tight black jeans, but you endured it to get on all fours. Quietly as you could, you crawled toward your boyfriend, careful not to grab his attention just yet. The music had him in a trance. Shaking out his long chestnut locks. You were love-struck in his presence every time.

"I can see you." He said, probably catching you in his peripheral vision. "What'cha doin' down there, princess?" Those fingers kept working their magic, egging you on. Seducing you into mischief like a devil on your shoulder.

"I wanted to get a closer look." Not a complete lie. You sat on your heels, right at his feet and it felt so right. Being so far beneath him that he'd have to look down to see you. Casting his shadow over you.

Content with your answer, he just shrugged and continued. You noticed a little extra flair in the way he handled his precious guitar. Stroking the neck in a way reminiscent of how he'd pump his fist around his cock. Cotton-mouthed, you swallowed looking to relieve your dry throat - no dice. It felt like forcing sandpaper down a tube.

The intrusive thoughts told you to open your mouth wide, and tell Eddie to spit in it. You weren't that bold yet. Just bold enough to reach out with both hands and start caressing his leg through his jeans (the leg that wasn't bent and supporting his weight on the amp). There was a nice little space behind his guitar, right over his crotch. The best seat in the house. He had to be on to you now, judging by the way his cock twitched when you ran your hands over it.

"Princess?" Finally his eyes were on you. Center stage, front row seat. A grin pulled at the corner of his lips. "I can stop playing if you need a little attention."

He was all wrong about what you needed. It didn't matter to you if he gave you attention in this moment. You preferred it when he didn't. When he gave himself over fully to his music. What you wanted was to please him. To act on your idolatry. "No, keep going." You said, snaking your hands behind his guitar to unbuckle his belt. "Don't mind me."

A few seconds went by before he resumed his strumming, probably connecting the dots in his head. An off-key note came through the amp as his body jerked. Your fingertips grazed against his happy trail. Oops. The tune changed to something more familiar. A song he could play simply by muscle memory.

Usually you were the kind to tease. Edging and testing the waters to see how far you could go before he snapped and set you straight. Today just wasn't a day for bratty behavior. So you wasted no time, tugging his pants and boxers down until he had to kick them off his ankles. His cock sprang free, making a soft thump against the back of his guitar. He was already halfway hard from you palming him and playing with his happy trail. It made your mouth water, finally bringing back some moisture. You'll need it for what's coming.

Eddie's breath hitched, feeling your fingers wrap around him. Stroking his cock until it stood at full attention. He had to adjust the position of his guitar, making room for you as you ducked your head under and behind the guitar. Almost immediately you began licking up the full length of him. From the balls, up to the leaky tip. Your tongue circled the head of his cock, spreading his precum around before taking it (just the tip) between your lips in a sloppy kiss.

"Fucking Christ, Y/n-" Eddie gasped above you, knees buckling. You took a firm hold of his thighs, trying to help steady him. Ohhh the sounds! Between his soft groaning and the sloppy wet sounds of you making out with his tip, you were in heaven. Savoring the taste of him. You let the weight of his guitar push the back of your head, as if it were his hand in your hair. Guiding him further into the warm wet heat of your mouth.

Pure bliss. The feeling of his cock twitching at the back of your throat before you pulled back. A string of saliva hanging from your lip. It looked so pretty. Worthy of a man as beautiful as Eddie. You hummed, dipping down nuzzle those spit coated lips into his sack.

He was missing enough notes to give up on the action altogether. Lifting the guitar strap over his head and carefully placing the instrument to the side. It made you whine in protest - the sound vibrating against his balls. "Ohh shit, shit shit-" Cursing under his breath. "You like that? You like the taste of my balls?" His hips stirred and pushed forward, rubbing his balls (and your saliva) all over your face. His cock resting on your forehead. "You're so fucking dirty."

For him, of course you were. Nodding your head obediently. "Please, Eddie." You begged, kissing the soft creased skin. "Fuck my mouth."

The man was used to being dominant when it came to you, but he's never seen you this submissive before. Although he honestly loved eating you out - and would do it for hours if you let him - he never expected the same enthusiasm for sucking him off. He was under the impression that you only did it to be fair to him, so he never really pushed for it. Now here you were. Worshiping him in ways that had him ready to burst. "Sweet girl… What did I do to deserve this?" He said it with a chuckle, but he was genuinely curious. Whatever he did, he wanted to remember so he could keep doing it.

"Breathe." You responded without a second thought. Smiling as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling with adoration. Borderline obsession. Since you were being so good for him, he decided to give you what you want. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing his cock between your plump lips. You tucked your lips, careful not to graze him with your teeth, as he started thrusting. Slowly at first. Testing the limits of your gag reflex.

So far so good. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you let your tongue rub the underside of his shaft. "Good girl. Just like that." He moaned, clenching his fist in your hair. The pace of his hips increased. Good girl. Those words of praise had you swooning. Drool spilling from the corner of your mouth while he used you. Chasing that release. "You're being sooo good for me, baby. I'm so proud."

To be his anything was all you ever wanted. From the moment you first saw him with his band Corroded Coffin. Flipping his tousled hair over his shoulder while he ripped into a guitar solo. You approached him after their set and the rest was history. The two of you have been inseparable.

Your lips were meeting the base of him, taking him completely. His eyes rolled back as he kept fucking into your mouth. Hips stuttering when he felt himself getting closer and closer. He was gonna blow his load any second now, and you could feel it too. Lifting a hand to cup and massage his balls.

"I'm cumming, Y/n! Fuck, I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat!" The words barely finished leaving his lips when he erupted. Spasming and grabbing both sides of your head so he could mindless stuff himself into your face. The tangy, thick substance filled your mouth so much you were worried you might choke. Eddie felt the resistance and released you, letting you swallow and catch your breath.

A comfortable silence hung in the air, giving you both time to regain your composure. It took him a bit longer to recover. The amp, left on in the heat of the moment, came in handy as a spot for him to sit. His legs weren't stable enough to keep standing.

As much as you loved having him loom over you, it made you happy to be close to him again. To see his eyes light up when he looked at you. Noticing the post-orgasm flush in his cheeks. He leaned forward, kissing your forehead and then your lips. "Goddamn, princess. All that, just from watching me play guitar?"

"What do you think started my crush on you in the first place?" Now it was your turn to blush.

Eddie chuckled, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. "So I guess I shouldn't show you the trick where I play it with my tongue, huh?"

Holy mother of God. This man was going to be the death of you.

♪ A/N: When I tell you, writing this fic had me asking my roommate at 3am (he plays guitar) about the physics of being able to suck dick while someone is playing guitar 🤣🤣. Yall can't say I'm not dedicated.

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Teaching him a lesson.

Summary: Trevor was being disrespectful and dangerous on your behalf... So why not show him the consequences and make him suffer! The humiliation left him completely aroused.

Word count: 619

Pairings: Neutral!reader/ Trevor Philips

TW: -Smut

He struggles before you with fury in his brown eyes. The sweat dripped continuously from his hair as he grunts, grumble, mewls, moan. Trevor was hunched onto your thigh like a good boy… He was misbehaving, talking back, threatening your life despite being ridden and edged by you and your damn smirk. He felt humiliated! He tried to curse you but every time he opened his devilish mouth, your thigh pressed against his tight erection that was bulged in his tight trousers. He’d whimper, pleading for some respect.

“You fuckin’- AH!” His voice combusted into short cracks and pants. Trevor’s hands were gripped around your wrists yet all his strength was gone. You had the power to take away his right of speech as well as rightful power. This’ll be your go-to coping mechanism when Trevor gets overboard with his emotions, being classified as a “stupid brat” under the words of your insults.

“When are you gonna learn?” You pondered when drilling your thigh into his bulge again. How calm you were… Sitting back onto the sofa while this man child rides himself onto your knee. If anything, you found it entertaining and amusing!

Trevor inhaled sharply, maintaining glares as he spoke, “Mhm- You’ll regret this.” He weakly hissed. Charming, you thought.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

He nodded his head frantically.

“Then you learn from your mistakes or I won’t help you cum.”

He whined at the lecture, turning into a bubble of inferiority, “Don’t! Please, I’m so- AH! I’m so… Fuckin’ clos- SORRY!” Trevor mixed up his words while experiencing the heat between his legs.

“Louder.” You demanded.

Trevor threw his head back with anticipation. The adrenaline spiking his blood, he was in ecstasy while also in Hell. He still felt burning anger from being humiliated by you and he used this to engage in his internal desires. Trevor thrusted his crotch across your thigh like a wet dog and carried on moaning.

“Trevor,” He dropped his head down and looked at you with lust, “Apologise louder or I’ll leave you here to jerk off.”

He nodded, “I’m sorr- ohh…” You rammed your thigh into him again, teasing, tormenting, killing him. “Stop… Fuckin’ stop… Cut this shit out! I’ll kill you!” Trevor roared in agony.

You chuckled and shook your head. The simple gesture was enough to make him reach the climax and one more friction between his boner and your thigh, he was set off. You watched your jeans grow damp as Trevor cried through his orgasm, holding your hand like a pathetic little boy. His eyes were tightly closed and his mouth hung open. You reached forward and shoved two fingers down his throat, causing him to gag and fall off your lap. This earned a proud smirk from you… Not from Trevor though.

“Fuck, you fucking BITCH!” He coughed.

Leaning your head back, you hummed, “I thought I helped you cum?”

Trevor’s boots thumped against the floor as he towered over you. The cum stain between his legs remained visible and fresh. Hell! He still had tears streaming down his red face. You smiled up at him, challenging more behaviour to punish. And Trevor took a step back at your confidence.

“Fuck you.” He muttered, “Fuck you and your… Fuck… You’re so hot…” He eyed you with admiration, “Do that again… Soon. Please?”

“Change of heart?” You grinned.

Trevor scoffed, “Don’t push it. Only because you’re so fuckin’ sexy and high and mighty! Shit. Maybe. Fuck! Don’t tell anyone about this… I’m getting changed. Fuck you.” His mood switched due to his mixture of feelings with this new experience. How could you be so sure against him! He’s flabbergasted! But… Very aroused.

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Spooky, Scary - (Ghost) Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Title: Spooky, Scary

(Ghost) Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Vecna (Mentioned), and Steve and the gang (Mentioned very briefly)

WC: 1,315

Warnings: Mention of Eddie's death, slight angst, Eddie's sad, some references, confessions, and fluff

It was Halloween night and the air was crisp. The moon was full and littered with stars. The streets were lit by the light of streetlamps. There weren't many people out at this hour, but those who were walking down the sidewalks wore costumes. Some of them looked like they'd been put together quickly in a moment of inspiration while others seemed to be carefully planned. You, yourself, were dressed up for the holiday. For the third year in a row, you were going as Princess Leia from Star Wars: A New Hope. You had your hair in two buns on the side of your head, a white dress with a silver and white belt. Your brown boots completed the outfit nicely. Having been thrifted from Goodwill.

Heading home from trick-or-treating, you hurried home to get away from the cold chill of the air. Kicking off your shoes, you headed to your room. Dumping your bag on the bed, you started sorting your candy before dumping it back into your bed, you plopped down onto your bed, sighing with content. After eating some candy and watching an episode or two of your favorite show, you decided to practice on your electric keyboard for a bit before bed.

Sitting down on your small bench, you turned on the keyboard and started playing the Halloween theme song, just because. After finishing the song without many mistakes, you paused. Hearing clapping. Now, you'd usually welcome applause, if you weren't home alone.

Turning around, you were face to face with a young man. He was tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes. He was wearing black jeans and a leather jacket. His whole style screamed 80s. He was pretty cute, you had to say as well. But that all was normal except for the boy before you was floating off the ground.

"Um... Hello?" You said, trying to keep any tremor out of your voice.

He smiled at you warmly "Hello there! I'm Eddie." he said with a wave.

"Um... Hi, Eddie. What are you doing in my room?" You asked nervously.

"I'm kind of stuck here. If you haven't noticed..." He paused, looking down at himself. "I'm not really alive anymore. My old home used to be here until your house was built."

"Oh. Um.. I'm sorry. Um... I'm Y/N." You said, standing from your piano.

Eddie smiled sadly, "Nice to meet ya."

"Soooo..." You trailed off, sitting down on the edge of your bed. "You're a real ghost?"

Eddie nodded "Yup. And I've been haunting these halls since 1986."

Your eyes widened at the year, your jaw dropping slightly. "1986?"

Eddie nodded, floating over to float-sit on the bed beside you. "Yeah. What year is it? I haven't spoken to anyone in a while."

"2022." You exclaimed, flabbergasted.

Eddie's own eyes widened. "Wow. Okay."

"Well, Eddie. If I may ask... How did you die?"

Eddie smirked slightly, hiding the pain he was feeling, "Uh... You wouldn't believe me."

"If you don't want to tell me, that's alright. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." You muttered, wishing you could reach out and place your hand on his arm.

Eddie shook his head "No, it's fine. I just haven't told anyone before. Ummm... I was killed in a place dimension thing called the Upside Down by Demobats." He explained, making your furrow your eyebrows.

"What?"

"Demobats. They're sorta like creepy bat things with sharp claws and teeth. Totally not metal at all,” Eddie explained, waving his hands around briefly. "But Vecna is gone now, so they're gone. I think." He muttered, eyes wandering around your room.

"Wait, so you were killed by weird bats and you're telling me that this Upside Down is like some creepy another dimension?" You questioned, confused.

"Yes. Yes. It's like a parallel universe where everything goes wrong. All the time." Eddie explained.

You stared at Eddie, mouth agape before laughing nervously. "That's pretty weird. I'm sorry you died like that."

Eddie chuckled "It's okay. Well... I do miss being alive. I miss being able to eat things, smell things, and touch things. I miss my friends. But I don't regret dying." He said with a shrug.

"Mmm." You replied, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a bit before Eddie spoke up.

"Well!" He exclaimed, a smile on his face, which you had to admit to yourself, was quite adorable. "You asked me a question, so now it's my turn."

You fidgeted in your seat, turning slightly to the ghost boy, "Alright, what do you want to know?" You asked and Eddie hummed, pretending to think.

"Well..." He trailed off, "I want to know why you weren't scared of me. The last person I saw screamed and ran away." Eddie asked, looking at you curiously.

You chuckled, shaking your head "I don't really get scared easily And I consider myself strange and unusual."

Eddie huffed, flopping down onto your bed, "But I'm a ghost. That’s scary."

You shrugged, laughing lightly, "You’re not scary. And, well, before meeting you, I didn't know if I believed in ghosts actually." You admitted quietly.

Eddie's eyes widened, "Really? Then how did you explain how your brush moved from your desk to the bathroom?" He asked, surprised.

You looked over at him with wide eyes, slapping your hand on the bed with a soft thump, "That was you!? I knew I wasn't going crazy!"

Eddie grinned, nodding, "Yep! That was me." He said proudly.

You laughed, shaking your head "Well, thank you for letting me live my life normally." You said sarcastically, before speaking again. "So... Have you been haunting me this entire time I've lived here?"

Eddie huffed, sitting up, "Not entirely. I was mostly in the attic. But I come down here every once in a while. But, I didn't talk to you until now cause I thought you'd be scared of me." He muttered sheepishly. "I didn't want you to be scared of me."

"Oh..." You said softly.

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, and I'll be honest with you here... This may sound stupid, but I really like you." He said with a shy smile.

Your heart skipped a beat and you blushed, you weren't sure what to say in response.

"It must be weird hearing that. From a ghost." Eddie spoke, frowning slightly and looking down at your carpeted floor. "I mean... I've been here for sixty-four years, and I've never seen anyone as pretty as you. I only wish that I lived in this time. So I could talk to you. Gain the courage to ask you out or something."

You continued to stay silent, and Eddie continued, "I'm sorry I dumped all that on you. I'll go-"

"Eddie! Wait..." You called before he could disappear.

Eddie froze, and he glanced back at you, "Yeah?" He asked, nervous.

You smiled at him, feeling your face flush, "It's okay. It's a bit weird, sure, but I think you're adorable." You said softly, smiling at the ghost boy.

Eddie smiled happily, shocked by your response, "Adorable? Thanks." He said with a chuckle.

"And... I don't care if you're dead... We could just go on dates in my room or something, watch tv or play board games. People who are alive suck anyway." You laughed, placing your hand on his ghostly one on the bed.

Eddie's eyes widened, as did his smile before he took your hand in his. His smiling turned into shock as he held your hand in his.

"I can feel you..." He mumbled, eyes staring down at your hands.

You shuddered, nodding, "Yeah. You're cold."

Eddie gasped, "Oh! Sorry!" He said, dropping your hand, but you stopped him, taking his hand back in yours.

"It's fine, Eddie. The cold didn't bother me anyway." You chuckled, looking up at him as he smiled, confused.

"What?"

You shook your head, "Nothing..."

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