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justmystyles · 10 months

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Now You're In My Life- Part 2

part 1 here

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 3.8k

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down.

warnings: some curse words, but other than that it's tame.

a/n: i definitely didn't expect to have part 2 done so quickly, but this story is just flowing out of me. thank you so much for all of the likes and comments from part 1. i honestly didn't even expect anyone to read it. 🥰

already planning on a part 3. i think after that it becomes more of a collection of one shots than a straight storyline. but you know i had to set it up all nice and cute.

i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

a quick tag for those of you that asked for part 2, so you don't miss it! @thechaoticjoy @cute-as-ducks420 @iceebabies

As the opening notes of Golden began to play, the screams from the crowd quickly came to a crescendo. Before long, Harry was being lifted up from the stage floor. As he moved around the stage, guitar strapped around him, it looked like he was searching for something… or someone.

Then his eyes landed on you, and your breath hitched. He was looking for you. His smile widened, and he shot you a wink before moving to his microphone stand. You watched with rapt attention, bobbing your head slightly and mouthing along to the words.

The show went on, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of Harry. It seemed as though he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. They would move in your direction frequently, it seemed particularly calculated during a couple of lyrics. Especially when he was singing ‘What Makes You Beautiful’. You had never listened to One Direction, so you weren’t familiar with the song. You knew you had heard it around before, but that was the extent. Even still, the butterflies that had taken up residence in your stomach tonight were going positively wild throughout that entire song, feeling as though Harry was singing directly to you.

At one point, while he was speaking to the crowd and reading signs, he turned to your direction, locking eyes with you before asking if everything was okay, and offering a questioning thumbs up. You smiled back shyly, offering a thumbs up in affirmation.

“Then why aren’t you dancing around and screaming your head off?” He asked with an arched brow.

Your eyes went wide, recognizing your comments from that morning being repeated to you.

By Harry.

Onstage.

In front of thousands of people.

Despite the house lights being down, you were certain that he could see the bright red blush that spread across your cheeks. You immediately buried your face in your hands. He laughed and frolicked away, continuing the show.

“Thank you Boston!” He shouted before placing his microphone back on the stand. He bowed and waved, blowing a few kisses along the way. As he moved up the runway in your direction, he locked eyes with you again, lifting his hand to his mouth and blowing a kiss directly at you. Your eyes dropped to your feet, feeling your cheeks heat again.

You jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you spun around wide eyed to see Jeff looking at you apologetically.

“Sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just coming over to bring you backstage.”

“Backstage?”

“Yeah, to see Harry?” He said with a question in his tone, as if you should have known this was part of the plan.

“Oh… right.” You nodded and followed behind as Jeff led you to the backstage area.

As you walked through the space, you saw the hustle and bustle that came with the post-show rush. It was fun to see, you had closed out many clubs, watching bands and roadies break down, but to see it at this extent was infinitely more fascinating.

Jeff stopped in front of a closed door, a sign with Harry’s name hanging on the front. He opened the door and signaled with his hand for you to walk in. As your eyes traveled the space, you noticed a couch, across from a mirrored counter and directors chair. A large wardrobe was set up against the wall. You were in Harry’s dressing room.

“He’s just taking care of a couple of things. Make yourself comfortable, and he’ll be right in.” Jeff said with a smile before leaving you alone.

In Harry Styles’s dressing room.

You step over to the wardrobe, looking through the outfits, admiring the sparkle and flair of his stage clothes. You realized you’d probably look creepy if he walked in and saw you going through his clothes, so you moved to the couch, taking a seat and fiddling with the feathers that adorned your shoulders, thanks to Harry.

The sound of the door opening pulled your attention, and you stood to your spot on the couch, taking a deep breath as Harry stepped over the threshold. His eyes caught yours instantly, and his smile widened.

Once the door was closed, he stepped up to you. “I knew it.” You give him a confused look. “The black definitely suits you.” He grabs the ends of the boa, wiggling them back and forth. You chuckle, and swat his hands away.

His eyes meet yours again. “So, what did you think of the show?”

You purse your lips, raising an eyebrow pretending to be deep in thought. “I definitely got my money’s worth.” You joke.

Harry furrows his brow. “But you didn’t pay any money.”

“I know,” you smirk.

“Just as cheeky as this morning.” He chuckles.

“It was an amazing show, Harry. I was truly blown away. Thank you so much for the invitation.”

“Thank you so much for coming. I wasn’t sure you would.”

There was a brief silence as you stared into each other’s eyes. You felt an electricity between you two, but you brushed it off as post-show adrenaline.

“I should probably go, I’m sure you’ve g-”

“No,” Harry interrupted you. “I’d like you to stay, if you can.” He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You had told yourself that you would need to kill time to avoid crowds on the train. “Well, I suppose sitting backstage with an international superstar beats drinking alone at Banners.” You shrug.

“Do you want a drink? I can get you a drink.” Harry offered.

You chuckled at how quickly the words spilled out of him. If it had been anyone else, you would have thought it was out of nerves, or desperation to keep you there. “I’m good. The drink was just to kill time, I can just kill time talking to you instead.”

Harry wiped an imaginary tear from his eye and pouted at you. “That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You laughed, and he smiled. “You have a lovely laugh.” He said, his expression turning more serious.

“Oh… uh thanks.” You mumble, taken off guard by the earnest comment.

“Wait right here,” he placed his hands on your shoulders as if to lock you into your spot. “I’m just going to run and change real quick.” He grabbed a pile of clothes off the counter and moved toward the bathroom. He paused in the doorway and turned back around to face you. “Seriously, I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

You dropped your hands to your side, standing perfectly straight and nodding your head solemnly. He smiled and shook his head before stepping into the bathroom.

“What do we think?” He stepped out of the bathroom with a flourish, showing off his hoodie and sweatpants. He spun around before hitting a pose, crossing his arms over his chest.

You chuckled and applauded. “Very nice. Soooo haute couture.”

Harry joined in the laughter and led you to the couch. You took a seat on one end, and Harry took a seat beside you, your thighs grazing ever so slightly. The contact sending a shiver up your spine.

“So, you enjoyed the show?”

“Ahh, that’s why you asked me to stay.” You nodded expectantly. “You needed someone to tell you how amazing you are.”

“No, no no no, I swear!” He insisted. Pausing with an arched brow. “Wait, you think I’m amazing?”

“Ugh,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized. “Honestly, I just wanted to talk. Maybe get to know you a little.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Me? But why?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know, I saw you this morning, you were dressed all proper and business-like, but then I saw that,” he tapped your lip ring. “And I just said to myself ‘I need to know her’.”

You feel that familiar heat rush your cheeks again and you drop your gaze, staring at your hands, which were sitting in your lap.

“So far, I know that you have an impeccable fashion sense, and you're quite adorable when you blush.” He leans to the side, bumping his shoulder against yours. “But I know there’s more in there, and I plan on finding it.”

Your nerves are at an all time high, you don’t understand why he’s so desperate to know you. You’re nobody. But you feel strangely at ease, like you want to open up to him. The two of you talk for hours, though it seems like no time has passed. You talk about your families, you tell him about your job, and your hobbies.

“Wait a minute,” he stops you as you’re telling him about the dance studio you’ve been attending since you were three. “You’ve been taking dance lessons for nearly thirty years and all you did out there tonight was nod your head politely?”

“I don’t dance,” you shrug.

He looked at you curiously. “So you’ve just been going to this studio for thirty years to press play on music so other people can dance?”

“No, I mean I don’t like,” you wave your hand trying to come up with the words. “When there’s choreography, I’m fine. If you just play music and tell me to dance, it’s not going to happen.”

Harry smirked. “I’m going to take that as a personal challenge.” You roll your eyes, but deep down, his words excite you. “So, if you go to a wedding or something, you don’t dance?” You shake your head. “Not even a slow dance?”

“No, I like to slow dance. My last boyfriend, whenever we went to a wedding, he would allow me one slow dance.”

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. “Only one? He didn’t want to take every possible opportunity to hold you as close as possible?” His tone had darkened, almost as if he were picturing the two of you pressed together. His words definitely made you think about it.

“Nope, guess not. Probably one of the reasons we broke up.” You shrug.

He could tell that bringing up your ex made you uncomfortable, so he quickly redirected. “So do you ever do the choreographed dancing in public?”

“Yeah, we uh… I have a dance recital every May. But my mom’s the only one that I ever let come.”

One thing Harry noticed as he got to know you was that you seemed to keep most people at a distance, you put up walls. He could see it in the way you spoke with him. You used humor and sarcasm to avoid letting people in. Harry included. But he was determined to knock that wall down.

As you two continued to talk, he would intently to everything you said, asking questions to get as much information as he possibly could.

You eventually ended up talking about music, you told him about the artists you listen to, the ones that everyone knows you listen to, you had also mentioned that you had a sizable collection of guilty pleasures that you kept to yourself.

“Okay, so tell me one artist on your guilty pleasure list.” Harry goaded.

“Yeah right!” She scoffed. “I just met you.”

“C’mon pleeeeeaaaaaasssseee,” he begged, widening his eyes and giving you a childlike grin. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his desperation.

“Fine,” you acquiesce. “But just one.”

He smirks with excitement, reaching for his water bottle and raising it to his lips as he watched you intently.

“Harry. Styles.”

Harry chokes on his sip of water, covering his mouth with his hand to stop himself from spitting all over you. Your eyes go wide, afraid you may have just killed an international pop sensation. You pat his back as he coughs more.

“Jeeze, I’m sorry,” you say in a panic. “It wasn’t even that funny!”

He waves his hand in front of his face as the coughing subsides. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting that.” He said, his voice raspy. You imagine that’s how he would sound first thing in the morning. You quickly shook off the impossible thought, and turned your attention back to him. “So, if I’m one of your guilty pleasures,” he enunciated the term and winked at you. “Does that mean you’re not going to tell anyone about tonight?”

“Like anyone would even believe me,” you scoffed.

“We can make sure they do.” He holds his hand out. “Phone, please.”

You look at him curiously, but hand over your phone as requested. He swipes up, quickly turning the screen to face you. Once your FaceID registers and the phone unlocks, he taps the camera icon and holds the phone up.

His free arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. You inhale his scent and sigh, even though he just spent an hour sweating onstage, he smelled amazing. You wanted to make that scent into a candle. He pressed his cheek against yours. “Smile!” He said, displaying that wide, childlike smile once again before snapping a picture of the two of you.

When he was done taking the picture, he pulled away. You were so disappointed in the lack of contact that you didn’t notice Harry tapping away at your phone.

“There,” Harry’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked down, and he was handing your phone back. “Not only do you now have your very own Harry selfie, but I texted it to myself, so now we have each other’s numbers.”

You smile at him, okay he’s definitely hitting on you. How did you even get here? You look down at the phone and your eyes go wide. “Shit!”

“Are you alright? If you don’t want my number you can delete it I-”

“No, sorry.” You interrupted him, you definitely wanted his number. You’d never have the guts to actually use it, but it would be nice to look at to remember tonight. “I just realized the time. I missed the last train! Shit, I’m going to have to take an Uber back to my car.”

“No you won’t,” Harry placed an arm on your shoulder to calm you down, it worked. “I have a car to take me to the hotel. We can just take a little detour and bring you to your car.”

“But it’s so out of the way for you, I don’t want to put you out.”

“Nonsense.” He stood, extending a hand to help you off the couch. When you placed your hand in his, a spark of electricity ran through you. It was as if your hands were made to fit together.

“Well, thanks.” You shrug, looking down and realizing you’re still wearing the boa. “Oh here, this is yours.” You place your hands on either side, but Harry’s hands are on yours before you can lift it off.

“Keep it,” he smiled. “It looks better on you anyway.”

Your eyes drop to the ground again, Harry places his index finger under your chin lifting your gaze to meet his. “You look down too much, Y/N. Your eyes are too beautiful to hide from the world.”

You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips briefly, causing your breath to hitch. A knock on the door startled you apart. “H, the venue is kicking us out. We’ve gotta go.”

Harry opens the door, holding it for you, he bows to you and signals out the door. “M’lady.” You step out of the dressing room and into the hallway.

You spent the thirty minute ride to your car chatting away with Harry in the back of the SVU that had been hired to chauffeur him around. It was almost three in the morning, you knew you should be tired, but you didn’t feel it at all. You were just savoring every second you got to spend with Harry.

You arrived at the parking garage that housed your car, the SUV pulled up to the gate. You took a deep breath and turned to Harry. “Well, thanks again.” You began the goodbye you had dreaded since the second he stepped into the dressing room.

“Nope, not done yet.” He shook his head. “What kind of gentleman would I be to let a lady wander a dark parking garage at all hours of the morning?” He hopped out of the car and ran around, opening your door for you.

You stepped out, and he walked with you into the payment vestibule. You pull the ticket from your wallet and hand it to the attendant. You notice Harry reaching for something out of the corner of your eye.

“Eight fifty,” the attendant announces.

You reach into your wallet, but Harry beats you to it, handing over his credit card.

“Harry, what are you-”

“I invited you out, you shouldn’t have to pay for a thing.” He said as he signed the receipt and returned the card to his wallet.

“Okay, but I did have to pay for my train ride.”

“I guess I owe you, then,” he smirked as he led you into the garage.

You lead him to your car, clicking on the key to unlock it. “That’s me.” You stand by the driver’s side door, Harry comes up beside you, placing one hand on the window and leaning down to stare into your eyes. “I had a lot of fun tonight Harry, really. Thank you so much.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he smiled. Then his face started moving closer to yours.

Your nerves got the best of you, and you pulled your head back. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stutter.

“I’m kissing you.” He responds simply.

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful, and I really enjoyed getting to know you tonight.” He studied your face. He looked so deeply into your eyes that you swore he was looking straight into your soul. “And if we’re being honest, I think you want to kiss me too.”

“But I… what… I…”

“Y/N, do you want to kiss me?” He asks.

“Yes, very much I do.” You nod.

“Then stop overthinking it, and let it happen.”

While still leaning on the car with one hand, the other reached up and cupped your cheek. You shivered slightly, you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold metal of his rings against your face, or the intensity of the moment, Maybe both.

Finally, his lips met yours. The kiss was tentative at first, but as your hands wrapped around his neck, you felt his tongue slide across the seam of your lips, pausing to play with the lip ring on your left side. You quickly granted him access. Your tongues took a moment, slowly exploring each other’s mouths.

This was something you had both thought about since you first locked eyes this morning, and you wished it would never end. Unfortunately, after a few moments, you pull apart for air. Your eyes remained closed as your foreheads pressed together, his hand still cupping your cheek.

“Wow,” you breathed out.

“Yeah, definitely wow.” He said with a chuckle.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” His thumb stroked your jawline softly. “You have my number, please use it?”

You nod, so overwhelmed by the moment that you were unable to speak. Reluctantly, he steps back. You sigh, instantly missing the warmth of his body against yours. He places his hand on the door handle, opening it for you.

You get into the car and buckle your seatbelt as he closes the door. You start the car and put it in reverse. Harry backs away, smiling at you softly. Before you can take your foot off the break, you come up with a way to spend another few moments with him. It’s not much, but you’ll take all the time you can get. You roll down the window and he looks at you curiously.

“You know, it’s late. You probably shouldn’t just be wandering around a dark parking garage by yourself.” You say, followed by the clicking of the door locks. “Get in, I’ll drive you back to your car.”

Harry smiles, that smile. At that moment you realize just how much trouble you’re in. When he smiles at you like that, you are putty in his hands. He runs around to the passengers side and hops in.

“Drive slow.” He says as he closes the door.

You chuckle and back out of your parking spot. As your car moves at a crawl through the garage, you notice out of the corner of your eye that Harry’s gaze never leaves your face,

“What are you even looking at?” You ask.

“You have a lovely profile.” He sees your face scrunch at the compliment. “I mean it,” he laughs defensively. “You’ve got that cute little nose, and those pouty lips.”

“They’re probably extra pouty right now.” You say, alluding to the kiss you two had just shared.

“Do you regret it?”

“Not at all. You?”

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’ sound. “Thinking about how much I want to do it again, actually.”

You instinctively pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as you begin to blush again.

“Mmm,” Harry groans. “You’re not playing fair, Y/N.”

As you reach the gate at the front of the garage, you scan your payment receipt. The barricade lifts and you drive out, pulling up beside Harry’s ride.

“Well,” you sigh. “I think we’ve officially put it off as long as we can. This is where we part ways.” You turn to face him, your heart sinking at the thought of parting.

Harry leans across the console, pulling you into another kiss. You savor every second of his lips on yours, knowing that he’s off to a new city in the morning, and you likely won’t see him again for a very long time.

You separate, and he looks deeply into your eyes again. “Get home safely, yeah?”

You nod. “You too, I mean tour safely, I guess.” You shrug, silently chiding yourself for your stupid response.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says with a sad smile.

“Goodnight, Harry.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you try to control your emotions.

You watch as he gets out of your car, and opens the backseat door of his SUV. He waves one more time before getting inside. As the car drives off, you follow behind it toward the exit. His car moves to the right lane, yours to the left, preparing to go your separate ways. You notice the back window roll down, Harry waves at you one last time as his car takes the right turn. You watch it until it is out of your sight. Once your light turns green, you put your foot on the gas and head home, returning to real life.

Your life without Harry.

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beansprean · 10 months

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I mean, he is Catholic, they are nothing if not believers in rituals 😂

My Familiar’s Ghost part 50

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ID: 1a. At the house; close up of a round table ringed with half melted candles. In the center is a taxidermy beaver grinning and wearing a wig resembling Nandor’s hair, a cape and cravat, and fiddling its little clawed hands together. Offscreen, ghost Guillermo asks, ‘A beaver?’ Nadja snaps back, ‘You don’t think it fits him?’ Guillermo responds ‘No, it’s…fine.’ 1b. Reverse shot of Nadja, Dolly, and ghost Guillermo looking down at the table together with small frowns. Dolly says, ‘It should work well enough as a conduit.’ Guillermo furrows his brow and asks, ‘So…that’s it?’ His wraith cloak is nearly complete. 1c. Repeat. Dolly looks off to the side and says ‘Well…we should also get something with his essence on it.’ Nadja scowls and rolls her eyes, quipping ‘That shouldn’t be too hard.’ Guillermo perks up with an ‘Oh!’

2a. Wide shot from behind Guillermo as he voops away in a bright blue vapor, saying, ‘I’m on it!’ Nadja and Dolly watch with blank expressions, a small long handled lighter sitting on the table in front of Dolly. 2b. Close up on Nadja and Dolly. Nadja absently scratches beaver-Nandor’s head as she turns to her spirit and asks, ‘You really think this will work? I mean, you’re me, and I’ve never heard of a ritual like this.’ Dolly begins to roll up her sleeves and replies ‘It’s not up to me.’ 2c. Close up on Dolly as she picks up the lighter with one hand and lights the candle in front of her, tucking in the ends of her sleeves with her opposite hand. She explains, ‘Guillermo has the power to do this on his own; we just don’t have time for him to figure it out.’ 2d. Wide shot of both Nadjas smiling and nodding together in solidarity. Nadja: ‘Ahh, the ritual of legitimacy. Just like with uncle Yiannis’s traumatized horse.’ Dolly: ‘Exactly. He only had to believe the ragweed would wipe her memory. And then he stopped whining about us taking her out to smash hornet nests.’ 2e. Extreme close up of Dolly’s left eye flicking over as Guillermo phases through the wall in the background with a grin, announcing, ‘Got it!’ He is holding a cream-colored blouse in both hands. 2f. Close up on the blouse as Guillermo lays it out on the table. A rip is visible on the left breast; it’s the same shirt Nandor was wearing when Guillermo attacked him in a fit or wraithly rage. Blood is still stained on the fabric. Guillermo asks, ‘Um, I hope this is good enough?’ 2g. Shoulders up of Nadja and Dolly as they both hold a thumb up and reply, ‘Perfect!’ Nadja’s wide grin is uneasy and Dolly’s usually impassive porcelain face betrays a bit of the same uncertainty. /end ID

#wwdits #my familiars ghost #ghost guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #nadja of antipaxos #nadja doll #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #blood tw #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described

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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!

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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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disasterofastory · 2 years

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Boys (Stucky x Reader)

Boys students!Stucky x professor!Reader Warnings: teacher-student relationship, smut

Summary: You are their favorite professor.

A/N: The “boys” are in their early twenties. Kinktober 2022

You dimmed the lights long hours ago when you said goodbye to your students, and they left the lecture hall, letting the heavy door close behind them with a loud thud. You, on the other hand, stayed to start reading the essays and taking care of the administrations. At home, you would do anything but work. But it's okay. You like it when the large building empties and calms down after a long week of rush and ruckus. Sometimes you even forget you teach young adults, especially when Halloween comes and every one of them is excited and ready for the endless parties and fake haunted houses.

You are hunched over the desk under the lamp's light on the corner. Your hands are hoover above the keyboard of your laptop, staring at the bright screen and long sentences that blur together the more you read. The back of your head throbs with a slight pain that warns you you should stop for tonight and go home. You will have enough time to finish everything for Monday.

The two boys are known for their talent with sports, especially football, and their diligence when it comes to their other studies. All of your colleagues love them and their little group of friends. They are a loud bunch but kind and respectful at the same time. You have been teaching Steve and Bucky for years now, and you are familiar with their sweet-talking and mischievous behavior.

You are ready to close your laptop and end the day when your attention gets stolen by the opening and closing of the door. Your eyes shot up to the top of the stairs, watching the two familiar forms getting closer and closer.

"What are you doing here, boys?" You ask them and can't help but laugh when you see their costumes. "And looking like that?"

Both Steve and Bucky are in their football gear, plastered with fake blood on the worn fabrics.

"We are footballers in a zombie apocalypse," Bucky says with a cheeky grin on his face.

Seeing them up close, you notice the fake gash on their cheeks and the purple bruise under their eyes.

"I see," you reply. "You really made an effort to impress, huh?"

"Well, we had to," Steve answers this time. They stand in front of you, giddy with something you can't tell. "We want to impress our favorite professor."

"Oh, I thought I am the only one left in the building," you tease.

"I mean, we met Professor Fury when he left, but…" Bucky doesn't even finish. His face contorts into a grimace, knowing well enough the man's strict teaching techniques.

"Don't be mean, boys, Professor Fury just wants the best for his students."

"Yeah, but we like your lectures more," Steve says, smirking.

"You are just saying it because I'm not a tall, bald man who calls people motherfuckers."

"Luckily, you are not." It's Bucky's time to smirk as they watch you packing your things away, moving around the desk in your elegant pencil skirt and black shirt with scary-smiling pumpkin heads on it.

"You are our sweet teacher," Steve says. His voice deepens. "Who has pretty hair, nice dresses, and the donkey is the worst she ever called us."

"Now you are just trying to get better grades for your essays." You try to make it a joke because you know his words are over the line. They are your students, and they are much younger than you. They shouldn't tell you these things, and you shouldn't let them. The warning is at the tip of your tongue, but nothing comes out when you open your lips. Something stops you, and you are not ready to admit the reason.

"Oh, we are not worried about it, Professor," Bucky replies instead of Steve. The word professor rolls on his tongue, which makes it really unprofessional and much more exciting.

"But why should we lie about it?" Steve asks. You almost jump back when you notice him standing next to you. Your shoulder almost touches his broad chest.

"You are our prettiest Professor."

"Boys, I don't think…" You start, but Bucky cuts in before you can finish your sentence.

"But what are you thinking about us?" He asks, moving closer.

Steve's arm snakes around your waist, leaning so close to your ear that you can feel every word fanning over your ear. "What do you think about our costumes? Don't we deserve candies for it?"

"Or some other reward?" Bucky adds, leaning over the desk.

"Boys…"

"Don't you like them?" Steve is a stubborn one. He does everything to keep you away from rejecting them. And it doesn't matter how much you try, you can't be angry with them.

"They are really… creative." It's hard to find the words when Steve's body presses against yours. His hand is firm on your hips, digging his fingers into the soft fabric of your skirt.

Clearing your throat, you reach out to grab your bag from the table, but Bucky is faster. He pushes it aside and catches your hand to pull you closer to the table. Without Steve's arm around you, you are sure you would fall.

"Maybe you should show them to the others?" You ask. Your voice is high and trembling. "I'm sure the campus is full of parties now."

"Yeah," Bucky hums. "That was our first plan."

"What changed?"

"We missed you," Steve answers. "We thought we could have a small party with our favorite Prof, doesn't it right, Bucky?"

"Steve is right, Miss Y/L/N," the brunette nods. His fingers are linked with yours.

"Oh, I don't think… I'm too old for parties."

"Not for this one," Steve shakes his head. "You are just right for what we planned."

You know you shouldn't ask it, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. "And what are those plans?"

"I'm glad you asked," Bucky smirks, and with that, he pulls on your hand again until you are sitting on the desk with Steve's help. A loud gasp escapes your lips at the sudden movement. You can barely process what's happening, and the blonde man's lips are already on yours. His kiss is soft but firm and willful. His hand keeps you against himself by the back of your head.

"Wait…" you gasp out. "We can't…"

"Don't think about it," Bucky breathes behind you.

"But…"

"No buts, Miss Y/L/N," he smirks into your ear while his friend kisses down your neck. He nibbles on the soft skin, licking the burning spots he leaves behind, and your head tilts to the side on its own accord to give him more space.

"We watch you, wearing those cute dresses and tight skirts," Steve hums against your collarbone. You don't even know when he started unbuttoning your blouse. The black lace of your bra peeks out as he pushes the soft material off your shoulders.

"Always so pretty and happy to see us," Bucky coos.

"We sit in your classes almost every day, watching you walk and lean above the desk, staring at your plump ass and imagining it without the damn skirt."

"We think about what you have under these clothes."

"And we are hard, Professor," Steve groans. It fans over your skin, making you shudder in their arms. "So fucking hard."

"Boys…"

"Don't call us that," Bucky scolds you, but there is no real firmness in his velvety voice.

The blonde chuckles, lips still nibbling down on your chest. "I think we should show her, Bucky."

"That's a great idea, Steve." And with that, they move you again. They are manhandling you with ease. Steve's hands slide down under your knee, grabbing you there to push it closer to him and up in the air until you are on your back. The only thing that keeps you from the painful slamming is the brunette's hand on your shoulder blades. He makes sure you land softly on the wooden surface.

Your mouth opens again to ask them what they are doing, but the blonde footballer pushes your skirt up on your waist until your panty-covered pussy is in front of his lustful gaze.

"I knew it," he smirks, glancing up at his friend for a second. "I told you there is a reason you can't see the line of her panties, Buck."

"That's not true," the man behind you argues. "You said she doesn't wear anything."

"What?" You gasp. Even the thought of you teaching without panties makes you embarrassed and excited at the same time.

"Well, it's barely anything," Steve's stubbornness shows again. He reaches under the lace with his finger, knowing well enough that he slides through your folds in the process.

"But it's still something!"

Steve sighs. "Fine. I will pay you later."

"Did you bet on me?" You gasp.

"Oh, we have so much bet on you, Professor," Bucky replies. "And we will find everything out tonight."

"Yeah," Steve hums, kneeling down between your legs. "First, we will find out your taste. Bucky said you are sweet, but I'm sure you are even sweeter."

A straddled cry leaves your lips when he pushes your panties aside and flats his tongue against your pussy to lick you up. Your hole tightens, and you gush in his mouth, flooding his senses with your taste.

"I was right," Steve groans and dives into your count while Bucky busies himself with your shirt. He pulls it out from your skirt to unbutton it entirely. Soon, nothing hides your black bra, and he feasts on the view of your tits. His thumb ghosts over your nipple until it's hard under the pad of his fingertips.

"Boys…"

"Ah," Bucky tsks, shaking his head with feigned disappointment. "This world again." He leans above your other breast, licking the fabric and launching on your nipple. He sucks it in, soaking the lace with his saliva.

After a few flicks and licks, you are a dizzy mess, wanting to stop and begging for more. Your clit throbs between Steve's plump lips as he sucks the hard bud. The hand that doesn't hold your thigh is busy with your hole. He teases you, barely pushing his finger inside you before moving out. You know what he wants, and you are not ashamed to do it.

"Steve," you cry out his name. "Please."

"What do you want from Steve?" Bucky asks because his friend isn't willing to stop his sucking. He wants everything your pretty pussy can give.

"His fingers," you reply. "Please, Steve. Don't tease me anymore."

"Do you want to cum?" Bucky pushes your bra lower, letting your breast free to play with your nipples some more. They are so hard under his attention it almost hurts.

"Yes," you reply. "I want him to make me cum."

"You heard our sweet professor, Stevie. Make the lady cum!"

And he does. He pounds you with his fingers, focusing on your clit again until stars start to dance in front of your closed eyes. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It jerks your body, burning your veins and squirting your pussy.

You need a few moments to come up from the blissful blackness, and when you do, their words get clear in your ears.

"Did you see that?" Steve gasps in awe. "It's so sweet, Buck. She is so sweet."

"Do you think I could do it with my cock?"

They talk about you, so casually as if you aren't even under them, bare and sensitive. It surprises you how much it makes you crave more.

"Oh," Steve smirks when he feels you tightening around his finger. "I think Miss Y/L/N wants to try it."

"Then let me there, punk."

They switch places, and soon, Bucky is between your legs while Steve smirks down by your side.

"Do you want to taste yourself, Miss Y/L/N?" He asks smugly. His face glints with your juices, and his lips are red and swollen. He doesn't even wait for you to answer. Leaning down, Steve kisses you again, pushing his tongue inside your mouth so you can taste your wetness coating his face. Meanwhile, Bucky unbuckles his pants, taking out his cock to jerk off the view of you making out with his best friend, your legs still wide open. Your pussy drips with your juices.

"Do you like it, Miss?" Bucky grins when Steve straightens himself, following his friend's lead and taking out his hard erection. The tip of his cock is red and glints with precum. A vein runs at the underside of his shaft, disappearing behind the white fabric of his pants. Bucky's hands on your thighs are the only thing that keeps you from leaning close and drawing the bluish line with your tongue.

"I think our dear prof is too busy to answer," Steve chuckles, playing with his cock under your heated gaze.

"We should turn her around," Bucky hums. "I really wanna tap that ass."

You don't even react when they manhandle you again. You let them turn you on your stomach and take off your panties. It didn't hide much anyway.

You look back over your shoulder when the brunette speaks up again. "I will keep it," he says as he puts the thin lace in his pocket.

"Hey," Steve grunts. "I wanted it."

"You can have another one."

"Another?" You ask, shocked, but again, they don't answer. Bucky is too busy gliding the tip of his cock through your wet folds, and Steve positions himself in front of your face. His cock points at you so close you could lick him.

"She is so warm," Bucky groans, sliding his shaft against your slit. He coats his cock with your wetness, enjoying the softness of your pussy.

"Yeah?" Steve hums. "I bet she is warm somewhere else too." He cups your jaw, pulling on your lower lip with his thumb. "What do you say, Miss? Do I get a reward?"

Not bothering with words, you open your mouth, letting him slip inside your warm channel.

"Oh, god," Steve groans. He braces himself on the desk while his other hand takes hold of the strands of your hair.

"Are you ready, Prof?" Bucky's voice is tight and dry behind you. "Are you ready for my cock?"

You hum with Steve's length still in your mouth. You move your arm to grab the base of his cock. Your finger curls around it, and your mouth leaves the tip with a wet sound.

"Do it, Buck," Steve laughs again. "Can't you see that our favorite teacher is busy?"

You lick up on the vein, flatting your tongue on the tip, and suck it into your mouth again. You feel him jerk, and the man moans above you. You tease the soft skin with your warm tongue, soaking him in your saliva.

Meanwhile, Bucky guides his cock to your entrance, pushing against the hole, that he can't wait to feel around his aching erection.

"So tight," he rasps, forcing himself deeper. Your moan is muffled as he stretches you out. Your muscles burn, but the brunette gives you enough time to adjust around him inch by inch.

"So good," Bucky groans again. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. You are sure it will bruise, but you don't care. You are filled with Steve and Bucky on both ends, and it seems like it's enough to make you forget how to worry or even think.

Your breathing is heavy, and you can hear the beating of your heart in your ears, suppressing the filthy noises the two men make as they slide in and out of you.

"I don't know how long I can do it," Bucky warns, lifting you off the table for a second to reach his hand under you. His fingers slide to your clit, flicking and pinching the sensitive bud.

"Me neither," Steve replies. His head falls back as you suck him in more, hollowing your cheeks and gulping around his throbbing cock.

They use you and fuck you into oblivion. At some point, you don't even dare to move, afraid you would hurt Steve in the process. Your eyes roll back, and saliva drips down your cheek. The wet noise of Bucky pounding into you fills the hall, mixing with your moans and grunts. Your nerves are in flames, and the hot coil in your lower belly is almost too much to bear.

"She will cum," Steve groans. "And I will too."

The blonde wants to ask you where you want it, or he should use his own hand but hearing his words, you suck him in deeper.

"Oh, holy…" he gasps. Every word dies on his open lips.

"I feel it." There is an awe in Bucky's tone. He can barely hold himself up when he feels you tightening around him. Your walls shudder on his cock, milking him into the mess of your hot pussy.

Pleasure washes over you in waves that knock you out for a few seconds. Your body jerks, your muscles contract, and the men cum inside you with such power it almost forces them to their knees. They pump you full until their seed drips down your hole and mouth. Your lungs ache since you can't remember how to breathe anymore. They are the only thing that keeps you grounded.

"Are you okay, Miss?" Steve kneels in front of you with that sweet curve of his lips that you know well enough. He smiles at you like this every time you praise him after a good answer.

"What?" You groan out. Your throat burns, and it feels like he is still inside you.

"It's okay," he replies, caressing the side of your face. "We will help you."

And with that, the two footballers take care of you softly and carefully while you try to win back your clear mind and strength. They clean you and adjust your clothes until you are presentable again. Your insides are still quivering, but at least you can keep your weight as you stand up.

"What do you say, Prof?" Bucky speaks up when all three of you are leaving the lecture hall. The cheeky curve on his plump lips is back, but hunger still shines in his steel-blue eyes. "We could have a trick or treat at your place."

"And we sure have to do some plus work to keep our good grades," Steve adds teasingly. Both of them have a lot of plans to earn your affection and good grace, and they can't wait to show it to their favorite professor with the sweetest smile and pussy.

You should say no. You should stop this whole thing and forget what happened. It's not right.

"Alright, boys."

"Boys!" Bucky gasps, swatting your ass.

#stucky x reader #stucky x reader smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #kinktober 2022 #marvel imagine #avengers imagine

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thatblackravenclaw · 1 year

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Let’s Get Married

a/n: my lord this is shitty. in my opinion. i originally wrote it for my creative writing class but quit halfway through, so here is a half baked James fic

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

James Potter x Black!fem!reader (house neutral)

warning(s): drinking, just literal fluff

word count: 0.7k

James is absolutely zonked.

The lights in the club dazzle like the stars in the sky. My arm is wrapped around James’ shoulder as Sirius brings us another round of shots. I can barely see with my glasses on, but I would never turn down alcohol.

“To… our last year in university.” Sirius says with a content look at his toast.

We all clink our shots together in agreement and tilt our heads back, swallowing the burning liquid. I slump against James and glance at our friends with a somber smile. Remus is wiping the Tequila off of Sirius’ chin and Marlene and Dorcas are sharing whispers in the corner. Peter wandered off ages ago. Some girl gave him what he calls, “sex eyes” and went off with her about an hour ago. James’ tucks his head into my shoulder and pulls me closer. I welcome in the gesture and place a kiss on his head.

The bartender yells last call. Everyone is in a drunken stupor. I can’t even feel my face. My eye lids are heavy as I fight to keep them open. Remus is the least drunk of us all. Always taking care of everybody. Through my blurred vision I see him round everyone up.

“Y/n,” I hear James say with a rasp.

“Yes, baby?”

“We should get married.”

“We should.” No hesitation required. It’s something we’ve talked about time and time again.

“Right now.” He says and then lifts his head to look at me.

“Let’s do it.”

The wind gusts behind us as we run through the bar doors, hand in hand. I can hear Remus and Marlene shouting from behind us. The lampposts lights turn into blurs as our legs pick up speed. My laughter fills the air at the pure thought of being Mrs. James Fleamont Potter. The Chapel is now a mere two blocks away as we push through the people on the cobblestone. My blood is rushing through my ears and my heart is beating out of my chest. I look at James and have never seen him so focused. He weaves through the crowd while holding my hand tight. In this very moment it’s still surreal that I get to call him mine.

The giant bright cross comes into sight and we start to slow to a light jog. We’re actually doing this. We’re getting married.

Once we get to the building we stand in front of the doors. Our fingers intertwine and we open the doors together. For the first time in a while, there’s silence. It’s almost deafening. “Take a seat the priest will be right with you.” We jump at the sudden voice. The lady that the voice came from is sitting at a desk with what seems like a crossword puzzle. She has an undetectable emotion on her face. You can tell that she’s had to deal with one too many of these quick late night marriages.

We make haste to the bench by the double doors. The cushions are lined with pearls and is decorated with a warm ivory. The corners have peeled to the point that you can see the original cushioning underneath.

My knee bounces with anticipation. I fumble with my necklace. The touch of the butterfly calms my nerves but only a tiny bit. James’ hand reaches down and caresses my thigh to calm the shaking. I look into his eyes and see nothing but love and adoration. A lazy smile paints his face and he leans forward until our foreheads meet. I close my eyes at the feeling and soak in the moment.

The double doors open. Out comes two women, hand in hand. A group of people follow behind them. They cheer and shout with glee. Petals are being thrown over their heads. Both of the women are in off white suits. One is wearing heels while the other is wearing loafers in the same color. The looks on their faces almost brings tears to mine. I’ve never seen so much love. Not even from my own parents. Once the bridal party walks out the doors of the chapel, we hear a voice from the inside telling the next party to come in. James squeezes my hand and we stand in unison.

“Us until the end.” He says.

“Us until the end.” I confirm.

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starpearlz · 1 year

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Seven minutes -> Nikki Sixx

Summary -> 1975, you never expected to see an old classmate at a party especially be locked in a room with him for seven minutes.

Warnings -> says his old name once, making out but nothing too bad,

A/n -> I’m working on my request but I really wanted to right something for Nikki

2.0k words

Your intention was not to kiss him, but fate was chosen for you. You only live once especially just being seventeen, high school is either one of the shitiest, or the best years of your life. Your peak. No matter how bad it is, you’ll always remember those high school party.

Underage drinking, skinny dipping in the pool, people hooking up left and right, and stupid party games. You laid on your bed reading with the bright light from your new candle you had gotten earlier. You looked up to the sound of knocking, “go to sleep soon ok?” you nodded as she closed the door. No way, Linda said their was a party downtown.

You blew out your candle and climbed out your window. You would take your car, but you decided to ride your bike; just so your parents wouldn’t hear the car. You chuckled remembering the story your mom said how she got sneaking out with your grandmas car when she was in high school. Yeah, you’re not making the same mistake.

You finally pulled up to the house, wasn’t too long of a ride. But they lived on a hill, you put your bike near a bush hiding it and walking to the porch. It was a really nice house.. it was one of those houses that had big glass windows, maybe four bathrooms and a nice pool. Kids were coming in and out of the house you can tell it’s gonna be a god party by seeing red plastic cups.

You walked inside it was crowded with people you even saw two people making out on the stairs while two people were trying to get by. You walked down the hall to the kitchen and noticed Linda standing near the counter talking to someone, she may look like the sweet girl who makes cookies for a nursing home, but man she can party. “Linda!” I yelled out walking to her, she turned and started waving at you and gave a signal to go over.

You walked over too see that she was talking to some guy with a stubble who stood next to another guy with long brown hair. “Hey!” She yelled over the loud music before squeezing you into a hug. “This is Jasper, the guy I told you about! And this is his friend Nikki!” ‘Jasper’ hands were crossed as he gave a awkward wave. You looked at Nikki and pointed to him, “oh yeah I remember, we had a class together last year.. Frank!” He gave a shy smile, nodding his head looking down an the floor.

“Yeah.. I go by Nikki now.” He said looking back at you and you nodded “cool.” He nodded back as some girl grabbed Linda shoulders from behind. “Come on we’re playing spin the bottle!” You looked at Linda as she nodded grabbing your hand. You looked at Nikki, he looked back confused you shrugged following her.

You followed Linda into the living room, three guys were moving the small glass table while two girls started sitting on the floor. Linda sat down and you sat next to her. Next thing you knew their were a bunch of people that made a circle. You didn’t know the guy that sat next to you, you saw he had a letterman jacket and you could smell the alcohol on him.

You looked forward and saw Nikki in front of you as you smiled at him. “Whoever spins the bottle and whoever it’s pointed at has to go upstairs in the master bedroom for seven minutes.” People started whispering to each other until one guy got up and spun the bottle. The only bad part about this game is having too fully wait those seven minutes.

It’s already about forty minutes into the game, and the only interesting thing that’s happened is two guys getting each other. “Who’s next?” A blonde girl asked, your guessing that it’s the host. You looked forward hearing the sound of laughter, you saw Jasper laughing throwing Nikki’s hand up. He quickly shoved his hand down, “no give it a shot.” The blonde girl said getting up and passing him the bottle.

You couldn’t see his expression from the girl blocking your view, but his expression said it all s as she walked away. He crawled to the center and spun the bottle. The bottle spun slowly in suspense as it started to slowly stop.. to you. You looked up at him in shock, same as him. “Go on love birds!” The blonde girl said as Linda gave you a slight shove to go.

You two walked upstairs with the blonde girl leading the way. She pulled out a key and opened the door, when she opened the door you saw two girls making out. Making the blonde girl laugh loudly as the two ran out. She held out her hand as a motion for us to get in. The bed was huge taking up most of the room. You noticed the decorations wooden bed, a wooden desk and you even saw a deer head in the corner of the room. It would’ve creeped you out but it made you chuckle because someone threw a bra on it. You got in sitting the the corner of the bed and he sat next to you. The girl chuckled “have fun..” she said smirking closing the door and locking it.

“Seven minutes!” She yelled outside the door walking away. You sighed at the awkward tension in the room, you looked at him. “I’m sorry.. I know you didn’t want to do this…” you said maybe to relieve the tension. He shook his head “no it’s ok.. I’m happy it’s you rather than anyone else.” Your eyebrows furrowed is confusion, “why?” You said looking at him.

“Well.. you’re nice, I would’ve hated if I got someone like Michael..” he said shyly. He’s not wrong tho, Mike was a real asshole. “Well.. I’m happy I’m with you too.” You said smiling at him moving closer to where your knees were touching. “So.. why are you here?” You asked him as he took a sip out of his red cup, you didn’t even realize he brought it. “Free jack.” He said bluntly putting it on the wooden nightstand.

“Wait are you drinking straight up Jack?” He nodded as if it’s nothing making you chuckle. “That’s badass.” You said without even thinking, he shook his head “you’re pretty badass yourself.” You rolled your eyes. “Not even..” you said chuckling and he nodded “you are, like at the diner how you make those badass doodles.”

You looked at him in confusion, “how did you know that? I would’ve remembered you, I would’ve said hi!” He nodded, “I’ve only been there a couple times.. but you’ve never served me before.” You gave him a look, “that’s crazy.. I have to give you my number so I can tell you when my next shift is.” He gulped nodding, “I’ll.. I’ll definitely go then.” He said smiling.

You nodded smiling, “well, I’ll be waiting then..” you just realized how close you are too him, you can smell the booze on his lips. You bit your lip, you want to kiss him but at the same time you don’t know if he dose. He closed the gap kissing you slowly, almost like if was hesitant. You leaned more into the kiss you wrapped one of your arms around his neck and cupped his cheek.

You leaning in the kiss making him assertive, he put his hands on your hip and you slowly put your back on bed. You put your arm that was on his neck and wrapped your hand in his brown hair. He got a boost of confidence and started kissing you harder. You moaned in the kiss brushing through his soft hair, you opened your eyes and saw he was staring at you.

You freaked out and pulled away fast, making him think he messed up. “What— what’s wrong?” He asked slightly scared. As you started giggling, “nothing wrong, I wasn’t expecting you too have your eyes open..” you said still giggling. “I’m sorry..” you shook your head, “I know you have definitely kissed someone before.. just relax.” You said before kissing him again making sure his eyes closed.

Your have still tangled in his hair cupping his cheek. He moved his hands down to your ass fondling with them as you gave out a shocked moan. For him being so nervous earlier he sure is getting more confident. He pushed his tongue inside your mouth making you moan again.

He pulled away from you making you open your eyes gasping until he started kissing down your face. You picked up your head as he started sucking on your neck making you moan softly. “Nikki..” you moaned out. You can feel him marking up your neck. He moved his face and you saw his flushed face heavily breathing making you smile.

He smiled in confusion “what?” You shook your head. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize how pretty you are..” he rolled his eyes. “I should be telling you that.” He said before kissing you again. But this time it was slow and sweet. He pulled away again, “you want to know a secret?” He asked still out of breath.

“What?” You asked smirking amused. He bit his lip smiling. “I remember..” he stopped to chuckle making you scoff and gently nudged his shoulder, “what? What do you remember?” Your asked bending your elbow so you can stare at him. He sighed before staring back at you, “remember how you said that last year we had the class together?”

You nodded, you drank but you didn’t drink that much to not remember that conversation forty minutes ago. “I remember.. how much of a crush I had on you in that class.” You looked at him in shock and confusion, “really?” You asked softly making him nod. “I remember I saw you reading.. and seeing you in a ‘Black Sabbath’ shirt, and I thought you were the prettiest and sickest girl I’ve ever seen..” you two chuckled. “And then I found out you had worked at the dinner.. I only went two times, and one of them you weren’t even working.” He bit his lip debating on if he should keep going but he saw how happy you had gotten.

“And when I was there when you were working you were on break.. and I sat in the booth near the door, and I saw you sitting on the table close to the employee door. I was gonna walk up too you but, you looked so peaceful, just drawing your heart away. I felt like a creep for staring so I just left.”

You shook your head “you should’ve said hi, I would’ve been so happy.. and I don’t think you’re a creep.. the opposite even.” You said smiling at him cupping his cheek as he smiled back. You pulled him in again kissing him passionately. You giggled in the kiss going back to laying on your back.

Then the door slammed open as you gasped getting up. You saw the blonde girl again with Jasper and Linda. “It looked liked you two had fun.” Linda said it in a teasing way. Making you roll your eyes standing up, same with Nikki. “Are you two going next?” You asked to Linda and Jasper as she nodded.

You nodded too grabbing Nikki’s hand to walk out the door. “Oh wait,” Nikki said making you stop before your fully out the door. “Is it ok if I leave already?” Nikki asked Jasper as he nodded. “Have fun!” Linda said to you as Nikki grabbed your hand again. “You too!” You said before blondie closed the door.

“Where do you want to go?” Nikki asked making you think, “I could go for some pancakes at the diner.” Making Nikki chuckle kissing you. “You read my mind.”

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impala-dreamer · 2 years

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Showing You Off

~A casual zoom call with his buddy is the perfect place for Jeff to show you off...~

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader, Jensen Ackles

1,282 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Fingering. Masturbation. Yumminess

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Jeffrey was laughing so loudly that you couldn’t help but smile and sneak a peek. He’d been on a zoom call for over an hour, and while you weren’t sure with whom, the laughter was giving away a few clues.

The door creaked open and hazel eyes shot your way, framed by dark, thickly rimmed glasses and smile lines. He opened his hand your way, beckoning you over. “Come ‘ere, babydoll. Come say hi.”

Caught and exposed, a rush of warmth took over, flooding down through your body. Sneaking was not your strongest skill. Biting your lip, you moved to join him on the couch, but Jeff patted his knee instead. You perched and he kissed your cheek.

Jensen waved from the screen, his beard and hair a mess, eyes joyful. “Hey, Y/N/N.”

It had been forever since you’d seen him except on random social media posts. He looked good, happy. “Hey, how are ya?”

He smiled. “Can’t complain.”

“You look like a monster with that beard.”

He blushed; the apples of his cheeks turning bright pink as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He scratched at his beard and shook his head. “It sucks.”

Jeff lay a hand on your knee. “Not that bad, brother,” he told Jensen. “Come on over and I’ll take the clippers to ya. Sheer you like one of the sheep.”

Jensen’s laugh was instant and beautiful, lighting up his entire face while shaking his shoulders. You couldn’t help but join in, watching the glee on his handsome face.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, calming down a bit. “I’ll think about it.” Jensen ran a hand down over his lips, his eyes clearly dragging over your bare legs. The shorts you wore were loose and short; just something to lay around the house in. You hadn’t really expected company, online or otherwise. “But you two,” Jensen continued, tongue grazing over his bottom lip, “you two are looking good. ‘Specially you, Y/N/N.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Just lazing about today.”

Green eyes narrowed. “Well, you look great to me.”

Jeff wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulder, his big hand hovering above the hem of your tank top. “She does, doesn’t she?” He leaned in and kissed the sweet spot right behind your ear and a shiver lit your spine.

“Babe,” you laughed, looking from Jensen to Jeff, “stop it.”

Jeff licked his lips and dipped his chin, eyeing you over his glasses. Distracted by the incredible gleam in his eyes, you didn’t feel his hand snake up to cup your cheek, and suddenly he was kissing you hard, dipping his hot tongue between your lips. You melted into him, moaning deeply as he breathed into you.

Jensen sucked in a heavy breath and your heart skipped.

“Jeff!” You swatted him away, the spell broken by Jensen’s presence.

“Hey, don’t stop on my account,” Jensen teased, holding up his palms in surrender.

The devil lingered in Jeff’s eyes and he grabbed your chin between two work-hardened fingers, holding your gaze. “See? He don’t mind.” His fingers dropped down to cup your breast and your body stiffened. “Do you, Jensen?”

“Not one bit.”

Jeff squeezed your tit until your jaw dropped, silently moaning for more. You fell back against his chest, head rolling to rest on his firm shoulder. He pinched your nipple and you gasped, eyes flying to Jensen’s on screen.

“See? He likes it.” Jeff’s whisper was hot in your ear and your eyes rolled just a touch. His right hand slid slowly up your thigh and goosebumps followed. Anticipation, fear, desire, excitement, they all pulsed through your veins and as Jeffrey’s hand moved closer to your sex, you arched your back lifting yourself and rolling your hips gently.

Jensen chewed his lip. “Wow.” He watched closely, leaning in, eyes locked to your face as Jeff began to gently stroke your pussy. The pressure through your clothes was too weak and you whimpered, begging him for more.

“Please…”

Jeff smiled against your throat and looked at his friend. “Love it when she begs.”

Jensen nodded, jaw slack with wonder. “It’s… fuckin’ beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Jeff agreed proudly. “She sure is.”

Dragging his left hand upwards, Jeff tucked your tank top in on itself, exposing your tits for the camera. You heard Jensen whistle softly and your nipples tingled, hardening under such appreciative attention.

“Mmm, fuck.”

They both grinned.

You bucked your hips against his hand, needing more.

“She’s all revved up, Jay. Look at that.”

Jeff’s gruff voice, the way he spoke over you as if you weren’t listening, it was all too delicious, but one look at Jensen, his eyes wide as he watched you squirm, was enough to drive you crazy.

Jensen cleared his throat. “Bet she’s all wet,” he said, teeth digging into his plump lip. “She get nice and wet for you?”

Jeffrey chuckled. “Oh, brother, she does.” To demonstrate, he slipped his fingers into your shorts and pressed his hand firmly against your cunt. The world fell out of focus for a second as his middle finger eased into you, guided by the slick pulse of your body.

“Jesus, fuck!”

“Oh, so fucking wet,” Jeff announced, pumping his hand nice and slow. He added another finger and you gasped, pushing backwards against him, your heart racing, eyes glued to the screen.

Jensen dropped a hand below the desk and sat back a bit, never once lifting his eyes from you.

“Please, baby,” you whined, breath ragged as Jeff thumbed your clit.

He leaned forward and bit down on your collarbone, twisted your nipple hard, arched his hand to curl deep inside. “You like this?” he grit, “Showing Jensen how nice you look cumming for me?”

The idea hadn’t even really sunk in, but there it was: the building pressure, the tightness, the ache.

“Yes... fuck. Please. Please, I wanna cum.” Your head fell back and you closed your eyes, feeling the orgasm grow. You were so close. You held your breath. Your thighs shook.

“Look at him,” Jeffrey growled, pumping his hand faster and dropping the other to rub at your clit. “Look at him as you cum.”

Your chin dropped and your eyes met Jensen’s through the screen. He was red faced and huffing, arm moving rapidly, hand lost beneath the camera’s view. His lips parted, shoulders turned inwards. He pressed his tongue between his teeth and your body shook, every inch of you contracting and relaxing as the pleasure burst.

Jensen groaned loudly and shuddered, his hand slowing to a snail’s pace.

His eyes never left your face.

Your cunt dripped, warm and slick onto Jeffrey’s hand.

“There’s my girl,” he praised; his whisper hot on your cheek. He kissed you gently and pulled his hands free. “Feel good?”

You nodded breathlessly and grabbed his fingers, dragging them up to your mouth to suck clean. “Yeah…”

Jensen exhaled deeply and sat back, running his left hand back through his hair. “Well, fuck me…”

Jeff laughed and your mind swam with ideas.

“Maybe next time you’re in town,” he said, grinning like a fool. His cock was hard, pressing against your ass, throbbing more with every pass of your lips over his fingers. “For now…” He pulled his hand from your mouth and leaned over, closer to the screen. “...I’ll say goodbye. I’ve gotta finish up here.” He winked and you bit your tongue, reaching around to cup his balls.

Jensen shook his head in awe and gave a little salute to you both. “Enjoy.”

“Oh, I will,” Jeff smirked, nipping at your ear. “I will.”

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ominoose · 7 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader Prompt: Tazer & Haunted House Pizzeria Summary: Your friends dare you to investigate the old, run-down pizzeria known for the old cases of mysterious missing children and it's creepy animatronics before it closed down. WC: 1.6K

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It started with a friend’s dare. They’d seen a tiktok of an urban explorer scuffling around an abandoned pizzaria. There was dust muting the once bright colours, the red booth seats and the rotting animatronics abandoned around. Apparently to them this was the perfect opportunity to invoke a dare upon you, in front of your entire group of friends.

“Dare you to explore the abandoned pizzaria tomorrow night or I’m leaking your A03 history.”

There really wasn’t anything you could do.

When the night finally arrived you were stood outside the derelict building, regret coiling in your gut. The formerly neon sign was gone, leaving only a slightly shaded cut out on the dark, moldy walls with the ominous smile of the bear mascot left waving at nothing.

As you inched toward to the building, across the crumbling cement parking lot, a man rounds the side of the building and your heart stutters for a single beat. He’s clad in a simple suit, a thick leather jacket and leather gloves that make him seemingly indifferent to the chilly October night. At his hip, secured next to a flashlight, is a black, bulky taser.

“Lost?” The voice is deep, as if its rumbled and swirled in his chest like a malt whiskey before he speaks.

Quickly you shake your head, desperately trying not to look out of place, yet your eyes keep catching the taser at his side.

“Do you use that often?” The words shot out of you before the angel on your shoulder could warn you off, and despite his face remaining stoic, his eyebrow quirk ever so slightly in amusement.

“Only when in I’m in the mood for fun.” There was enough danger laced within that short sentence to ward off any sensible person. The guard gave you a once over, and as the breath caught in your throat you prayed he'd brush you off and go about his business. With a curt nod, he did just that.

You decided tonight you would not be a sensible person.

The moment he was out of view you bolted as quietly as you could towards the other side of the building, hauling yourself into the first broken window you could see and landing with a huff amongst broken glass and rotted wood. Thankfully you didn't make any noise, managing to suppress a cough after a plum of dust wafted around you from your landing.

Immediately you brought out your phone as a flashlight, having stepped into inky blackness. Turns out the inside of the famous pizzeria was more bland than you’d expected. It was a bare kitchen with only dust, dirty metal counter tops and scraps of tatty uniform littered around. Intent on finding something to make this little excursion worth it you wander deeper into the bowels of the restaurant, peeking into rooms that were bare, showing little evidence of its former glory.

At the end of a small hallway you stumbled into a back cupboard. Shining the light around, you gasp as your light finds the rotting, rusted bunny animatronic with matted, molding fur and exposed wires. Taking one step in for a closer look, a slow creak from behind captures your attention, but before you can turn you’re shoved to the opposite wall and the door slams shut.

The phone flies from your hand and clatters to the wooden floor, landing with the flashlight side down and leaving you trapped helplessly within the oppressive dark.

“I knew you’d be trouble, hermosa.”

A sudden hand grips your waist firmly, shoving you flush against the wall and keeping you pinned there against a hard, heaving chest.

“Saw it in your eyes the moment you looked at me. I thought to myself ‘There’s a girl that likes trouble’. And what do you know? I was right, watching you skulking around through the cameras.”

The brooding voice sends tingles of fear and excitement down your spine, your heart barrelling against your chest wondering whether you were in trouble or worse. Regardless of the outcome, as long as the rugged security guard with the deep, accented lilt kept his attention on you, you’d do whatever he said.

“Are you going to arrest me?” If you weren’t already feeling quite shameless, the openly breathless and seductive curl to your voice would’ve had you cringing, but tonight you were happy to throw caution and standards to the wind.

The guard snorts in reply.

“Do I look like a pig to you, quierdo?” He presses himself against you, earning a soft gasp in response, and you can practically feel his smirk when he next speaks.

“No, you are not under arrest, but I can’t let such a naughty girl go unpunished.”

A deep, reverberating buzzing sound cuts the air right next to you, making you jump in fright. You can feel the chuckle reverberate in his chest in response, his thumb rubbing against some exposed skin on your hip.

“Scared, cariño? I thought you were curious about my taser. Have you lost interest?”

The blood drains from your face and your heart thuds even wilder, rushing blood all throughout your body, laced with adrenaline. Despite your limbs aching, twitching to duck past him and run, you let your body speak with lust instead.

With a vague idea of where his face was next to your shoulder, you turn and capture your lips in his, an action he gladly returns. Despite taking the initiative, it is the guard that dominates the searing kiss. It’s filthy and sloppy as he bites your bottom lip and wraps your tongue in his.

You’re so wrapped up in the mind melting make out session with him that you almost don’t feel the cold metal slowly dragging up your thigh, creasing your clothes as it stops and presses firmly into the back of your hip.

The sensation tugs goosebumps across your skin and you arch into him, grinding against the hard length tenting inside his black trousers and earning a nice, low groan from him. The guard responds with a crushing thrust of his own, bunching the fabric of your jeans against your clit.

Sparks and searing pain spills across your thigh like liquid fire, the air emptying out from your lung and once again you arch into him, body instinctively trying to escape the sensation.

Before the pain of the taser could dissipate he was on your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. The switch from the hot, sharp pain and the smaller, nipping sensation at your neck was overwhelming, leaving you like putty in his hands.

With your mind still reeling and your body like jelly, the guard spun you, one arm hooked under your stomach keeping you upright against him and snug against his crotch while the other unzipped your jeans, tugging the clothing down impatiently, leaving your ass bare against the cold, stale air.

Face pressed against the cement wall, you were powerless, and happily so. Just one zap of the taser and your body was already giving itself up to him, surrendering itself to his control. It sparked excitement within you, your inner pillow princess squealed with dangerous delight now that your only task was to survive the encounter.

The taser ghosted the skin of your hips again as the sound of clothing being ruffled behind you stopped, and a warm, wet hardness prodded at your entrance.

Another quick buzz and you cried out, pushing back against him and completely sheathing him inside of you. Once again the pain of the taser was now contrasted with the sudden pain of molding around his cock, leaving you groaning and whining, but not pulling away. It was big, you could feel that much, and it filled you deliciously.

"Dios mios quierdo, maybe I should be asking you if you use tasers often. You're taking it so well." He grunts from behind you, clearly restraining himself

The praise from him does little to soothe the pain, but it does make your pussy clench around him ever so slightly as your excitement grows.

After a brief moment of mercy, you're both rutting against each other, huffing and moaning openly beside the old animatronic. The arm hooked under you squeezes against you, winding you for a second before he's snapping his hips against your bare skin, the slapping sound echoing against the walls, intertwined with your shameless noises.

He growls in your ear, whispering filth and curses, almost animalistic with how ferociously he pounds into you. Even switched off the prongs of the taser dig into you on your upper thigh and the knowledge that at any moment it could come alive and shock you makes you more of a withering mess underneath him, your pussy throbbing with excitement.

The moment you're close to climax he can feel it, the way you clench around him like a vice, arching your back desperately into him as you brace against the wall. It's so close you can taste it on your tongue, and as his clamps his jaw on your throat, the sudden flash of the taser illuminates the room briefly.

You scream. It's too much. The electricity slices through your thigh. His teeth break tender skin. An orgasm rocks through your core. It all hits at once, and your mind isn't equipped to process it.

When your mind clears after god knows how long and your clit is still reeling, overly sensitive against even the air, you realise his knee is between your legs, propping you up to stop you collapsing into a puddle.

A gentle kiss is placed on the broken skin at your throat and you can only hum in acknowledgement, your body feeling like the soul was tazed out of you then fucked back in.

You're barely aware of him putting a jacket around your shoulders, the musk of tobacco and leather surrounds you while cradled in his arms.

"Let's get you to the security office cariño. It's nearly midnight, and the animatronics won't take kindly to us fucking in front of them."

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vanseerra · 8 months

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Home - An Elucien One-Shot

The Winter Solstice should be a time for joy and celebrations, so why is Elain awake so late and why does the house feel so dark and cold? Lucien should not be awake either, and yet, there is something in his chest compelling him to listen and follow to its cause.

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Elain

The evening was finally winding down. A still air has crept over the townhouse, bringing with it the deep chill of the winter night. Gone were the comforting thrills of a room full of laughter and excitement from only hours before. The winter solstice was always a big event here. With the festivities as well as Feyre’s birthday, everyone could be assured a day filled with joy. Nyx’s arrival had added an extra layer of warmth- watching his bright eyes light at the sight of every new toy and gift didn’t fail to spread smiles across everyone’s faces.

Seeing her sisters, Nesta especially, leaning into the celebrations and letting go of that past that seemed oh so close was a sense of peace for Elain. A bud of light was ripe in her chest as she played her role as a quiet and respectful observer with pride. It was in those moments that the newly turned fae believed she could adjust to this life, where she could hope for the ease that her family bore these days. That optimism clung to her with desperation but as the night inevitably drew nearer, when the sun began to descend behind its sunken veil, she fell with it.

The fire before her hummed with life. With drifting eyes, she stared into the flames. They bounced and danced around each other, their flicks of yellows darting skywards. To watch so closely caused her lids to sting but there was little she could do to look away. How could she deny this final chance of warmth? How could she turn from this tiny kindle of comfort while her siblings lay sleeping, huddled against their partners, their families.

With a sorrowful dip, the well in her chest widened, its darkness wrapping her ribs with weights. It was not an unusual feeling to her now and had stopped being a stranger to her a long time ago- before this house, this place, these lands. She wondered when they had become so acquainted but to bring up these memories now… she could not bear it.

Elain sighed, deeply and purposefully, arms curling around her knees on the sofa as she held the flames gaze. In her transfixed state, she did not hear the small creak of the oak door, nor heard the two hesitant footsteps that entered the main sitting room. The visitor paused, seemingly awaiting a moment to speak when she groaned loudly in pure frustration, flailing her head backwards. Deep golden eyes met her upside ones. With a gasp, she straightened her body back up.

“Gosh Lucien, don’t you know how to knock?” She exclaimed, a small pink tinting her cheeks.

“…To enter the living room?”

Elain was stunted. Truly, she hasn’t known why his sudden appearance had shaken her so visciously. She turned her body to face him, noting instantly the casualness of his attire: the way his linen shirt hung from his body, showing the slightest hint of muscle and the loose red braid that hung over his shoulder. She swallowed. No words could rise to her lips.

“I…”

“It’s late, I’m surprised to see you up.” Lucien's voice was crisp, warm and smooth, a delicate ember. His brows were knitted together in concern, the gentle pupils of his eyes examining her carefully as she sat before him. “Is something wrong?”

“I was just about to retire.” She answered simply.

It wasn’t a lie per-say, more of a non-truth. How could she explain what had been going through her mind moments before? Would she even want to? Seeing Lucien before her like this though, without all of the awkward formalities she swore to upkeep around her family and friends, was new but not unwelcome. She wondered what was going through his mind.

“May I sit for a moment?” He gestured to the couch she was perched upon. “I couldn’t sleep.” He grimaced.

She gave a gentle nod. He made his way over and slowly sat himself beside her, their bodies angled slightly away from each other. Her heart lurched in her chest. Had she ever been this close to him before? She’d certainly never picked up on his scent, the woody depth of cedarwood mixed in with something of slight sweetness. Cinnamon. Her instincts cried to her, begging for her to indulge, to sweep her arms around him and breathe in that cosy warmth. She dug her nails into her legs.

Lucien

Lucien's day had never really ended. He’d excused himself from the festivities relatively early, hoping to get a long rest before his return the following day. However, tucked up in the sheets of the guest room, his mind turned and turned. A pressure sat on his chest, similar to the shame he held some days but was somehow different.

The feeling was an ache. It dug deep into his chest and seemed to pull at his lungs, at his heart, searching for a response. It was a hollowed darkness. The weight called to him, echoed a sense of loneliness, of emptiness, of pain. A pang of recognition hit him suddenly, causing him to bolt upright. The pain was not his.

He had found her huddled on a couch before the fireplace. Even with her body turned from him, his breath paused at her beauty. The dim light of the lit fire flowed around her, illuminating the delicate outline of her pink dress. Sat there like that, she looked like a goddess. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be struck by her presence- sometimes just being in the same room as her would render him frozen. Never before though had he witnessed this side of her, performing no acts of properness, no walls guarding her. A need to protect her rung through his bones.

Beside her, he carefully examined the delicacies of her face. The softness of her features, the light rosiness that brushed her cheeks, the subtle curve of her long lashes. Breathtaking yet… her eyes ached, her jaw tightened, her brows twitched. It was clear how many words were turning in her head, how many thoughts she wanted to spill and clear from her.

“You can talk to me, you know…” His invitation was weak and he silently cursed himself for it. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

His attempt at humour had not struck true. Elains brows further burrowed, a finger gently rubbing her knee. Self-soothing.

“I barely know you.” Her voice was but a whisper.

He supposed she was right. The two of them were barely more than strangers. For a couple of years now, he had done all he could to respect her and her boundaries. He kept his visits brief, words short, only coming and going when he was needed. There was nothing that caused him greater pain, but he had done it and done it well. The fact that the two of them were talking, albeit awkwardly and with tension, was more than could be said about the last few years. He was eternally grateful regardless.

“You could know me.” His offer was bold yet sincere. Gently, his heart thumped behind his ribs and he knew she could hear it. Elain turned to face him and he almost cried. The softness of her brown hair fell over her shoulder as she moved her head. It was angelic. He watched with eagerness as her eyes flickered through many thoughts and he silently prayed for an invitation. Please his mind willed. Her eyes turned back to the flames as she spoke.

“This house is so quiet at night…” She started.

“When the sun sets its like… it becomes a new place. The silence is so loud, it’s weird. With so many people here you’d never think it could be like this. To be awake at this time of night it…”

Hesitantly, she held a hand before the flame, letting it heat her palm. He noted the soft curves of her nails, the blushed skin of her fingers, and wondered how it would feel on his own.

“I know I should be grateful. Feyre has been so good to me, too good to me. She’s done everything she can to help me adjust, despite everything. But still…”

A small tear bubbled at the corner of her eye and he could not resist the hand that leaned to wipe it. She did not resist.

Elain

She was speaking before she could even comprehend what was happening. Somehow and for some reason, the words fell from her with ease, her heart opening in a way it hadn’t for so long. Perhaps it was because he was an outsider? Not a part of Rhys and his Inner Circle who had tried so insistently to ease her into their group. No it wasn’t that, it was… When she turned to look at him, she saw herself in the reflection of those gentle eyes and wanted to weep instantly. His gaze held such care, a sense of longing bubbling beneath its surface.

The matter of the mating bond had been so tricky for her for so long, and for good reason. Everything had been taken from her against her will and she was expected to just accept it? After everything she had lost? After every sacrifice she had made? Here was a man, handed to her and expected to be a companion to her. How could she ever be okay with that?

Lucien was not the fae she thought he would be, however. The fact she had little to do with him was proof of that. Where she had expected him to be forthcoming and insistent on their bond, he has been the opposite- out of the picture and respectfully so. Their distance had been a physical strain, one she knew to be purely biological but he had listened and demanded nothing from her.

Gazing at him now, she could see him for who he was. Feyre’s friend. Loyal, caring, dependable. Before her like this, he asked nothing of her, only offered an open ear, one she needed so desperately. Maybe it was because of that, because of his quiet acceptance and patience that she continued speaking, honestly and with a heavy heart.

“This isn’t my home. I don’t know if it can ever be. I don’t even think I know what the word means anymore.” Gods did that truth ache.

A flash of understanding passed through Lucien's expression and he appeared to think over his response for a second before speaking.

“What do you want home to mean?”

Elain was struck. What did she want home to mean? The heaviness of the question was unexpected and yet, it pulled on a cord so deep she couldn’t help but tug, searching for her answer. Home. Home should mean a place, should mean family, friends. The words that came up surprised her.

“Warmth.”

Now that she thought about it, when was the last time she had felt it authentically? Sitting here, before this fire, was different. Her chest didn’t hold the heat like it used to, surrounded by her two sisters and her Father, back before everything here. That was a past she could never return, no matter how much it ached; perhaps that’s why it had all been… so hard.

Lucien

Lucien held his breath as she spoke, every word quaint yet charged, filled with feelings so deeply personal he wondered why he had been privy to hear them. Not that he was complaining about it. The truth of it was, everything she was saying resonated so strongly with his own beliefs- the conflicts he had faced and continued to each day.

He should be satisfied with his life. He was safe, protected, surrounded by people who accepted him for who he was and yet… There was always that final piece missing, that yearning he felt to live rather than just exist. As a little boy, he had felt that same gap, even more so in his family home. His brothers were in name only, the weight of his outcast nature isolating him from the warmth he saw between his Father and siblings. Why was he so different? Why did they not love him in the same way? These questions had plagued him for a lifetime.

Feyre had been good to him also. His role in the Night Court was not something he turned his nose up at. It was a stable job that allowed him to do what he did best. He also took deep joy in celebrating with them all over the holidays, laughing alongside new friends and old but, it was never the sense of completeness that he was constantly longing for.

Warmth. There was a great irony in how deeply he related to her truth. Lucien was warmth personified. His upbringing had been surrounded by ‘warmth’ in the Autumn Court and yet, it was more like fire- something that burnt and stung those that fell victim to it. He supposed ‘warmth’ was nothing like that at all. His powers were different, they were innately him, his nature. At times, he felt shame at his abilities: they reflected his heritage in ways he never wanted to be entangled with. But, at its core, there was no element he knew better.

He could provide Elain with what she wanted. He could warm her with his powers, with his words, with his affection. What a painful thing it was to be on the brink of something so great and to withhold it like a forbidden truth. Clenching his teeth to stop the words from dropping from his throat, he watched her carefully. What would Elain want to hear right now?

“I think that’s beautiful…” He started, watching Elains interest slip with slow disappointment. She faced the dwindling flame, her head resting upon her knees.

“Yes…”

It struck him. She did not need to hear approving words, didn’t need someone to be agreeable and offer her no solutions. She had probably had a lifetime of it. He straightened his back, glancing to the ceiling as he recalled a memory.

“When I was a boy, we had this massive oak tree in our back garden.” He started and noted her eyes sliding to watch him.

“Its leaves were every hue of orange and red you could imagine. And its canopy looked like the tip of a mushroom. When I’d hold my hand up towards the sky…” he demonstrated for her, raising her palm upwards as he spoke.

“It wouldn’t even cover half of it- it was that large. It was my favourite tree by far, so grand and majestic and I would spend hours and hours in its shade.”

“What would you do beneath it?” She asked inquisitively.

“Oh, everything. Some days I would draw, read, sometimes even sleep under its cover. The best day I had was when I owned this little paper sword. I would swing it back and forth around it, pretending to fend off monsters from its trunk.” He scoffed at the memory, shaking his head.

“Did they win?”

“Did they win!” He chuckled, eyebrow raising at her sly sense of humour. “Now that is just cruel Elain. I think even I could fend off pretend monsters.”

The small painted smile on her face was all he could ever wish for.

“Anyhow, the tree was planted beside a big window into our home. It was always wide open to allow in the breeze and so, when I was beneath it, I could often… hear the comings and goings of the house.” His grin slipped.

“It was from that place, resting against that great oak that I overheard many things. Hushed talks of diplomacies, debates and arguments, dinner conversation and most poignantly…. celebrations.”

Elains brows sunk at this revelation, the confusion and hurt on her face evident. She went to speak but he continued.

“I was never not invited to those moments but… to say that things were different when I was around would be an understatement. I was just a kid and still, my family, my brothers especially resented me so strongly. It made me so confused.” The tears were caught at the back of his throat and he fought his resolve, trying to keep them from falling. He could not look towards her, in fear of his restraint slipping and the pain becoming too evident.

Elain

Elain could not believe what she was hearing. To know Lucien had suffered so much in his earlier life, had been so alone… her heart sunk for all that he had endured at such a young age. Her own life had not been so perfect as a child, but to be so isolated, in a family that large, she could not imagine the toll it would’ve taken. It was clear from the pained expression that overtook his features just how low the memory was.

A part of her had been relieved when he’d first started the story, grateful that he wasn’t just going to nod and move on from the openness of her confession. Gods knew she was sick to death of being coddled and agreed to. “Yes Elain.” “That sounds nice Elain” “What a good idea Elain”- she was sick of it. However, this was a different type of pain, one she felt within her own bones and chest. She could not help the hand that reached over to grasp his, tentatively and sheepishly.

His eyes were instantly upon hers, his body going deathly still. He did not move away however, only considered her in his gaze. A grateful smile tugged on his lips and it was so bright and warm that Elain was equally as frozen. How could such a small movement have such an effect on her?

“That means to say…” he carried on, “that on some levels and in some ways, I believe I understand. To be without warmth in your home, that is a scar that does not so easily heal and admittedly, makes it hard to find the right, true step forwards.”

“Yes.” Her reply was a little breathless, hardly believing someone else understood it as she did. The words were direct echoes of her own thoughts.

“Where do you go when you don’t know where to look or what to do?” It was a question she aimed less at him and more at herself. A question she had spent the last few years turning and turning in her mind.

“I’ll admit, I don’t have the answer for myself but I think you have to start somewhere.” He gestured to the room before them with his spare hand, signalling to the space.

“If this isn’t making you happy then, despite what feels right, what feels like the acceptable thing to do” he clarified, “then you should explore the alternatives. This world is a lot bigger than the Night Court, regardless of what your sister and the others like to believe.”

“I can’t just… up and leave.” There was a deep sadness to her tone.

“Says who?“

“Says… everyone. I think Nesta would have a heart attack.”

“This is your life Elain, not hers.”

“Then how do you suggest I go… where do I even start?”

Lucien

Lucien was determined. Elains true thoughts and feelings had been blown open wide to him and the doubt that plagued her so closely was fuelled by so many things that he knew to be untrue. She was not stuck here in the Night Court. Not on the level she thought to be. There would be some resistance from others, of course, but when wasn’t there in life? And if it was making her so unwell to be in this place…

A thought hit him. It was wild and childish and completely nonsensical, especially considering this was the most the both of them had spoken in all of those years but, when if not now would be the perfect chance to try? With a newfound determination, the red haired fae placed his free hand upon their joined ones, leaning towards her slightly.

“Come with me.”

“Lucien…”

“Not for long, for a single trip if that’s what you wish. I’m leaving in the morning for another court, relaying some messages and that is all. I could have you back here within the day.”

A small ember of light shone behind the woman’s pupils, it was hopeful and sparked with a sense of hope that he had not seen from her before. It was a stunning sight.

“But Feyre… Nesta…”

“Will be fine. I will even get on my knees and beg before Rhysand if you’ll accept.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at his playful nature but the small tug on her lips told him what she would say before she spoke.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” He had to be sure.

“Yes. Yes I will go with you. One trip.” She emphasised, holding her finger up with importance.

“You’d better pack your bags then, lady.”

Lucien grinned, ear to ear, the song in his chest ringing and ringing and ringing.

A/N: I wanted to say thank you for my support on my other fics and to ask for your patience while I figure out Tumblrs formatting- things like this really make me feel my age haha. AO3 will be my next big hurdle. Elucien is a ship I hold so dear and getting to write for them brings me a lot of joy. In the future, I hope to continue pre-existing fics and perhaps open to suggestions for one-shots! All the best :)

#elucien #pro elucien #acotar #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #fanfic

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thekinkyleopard · 6 months

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Hallowsneeze

A Sven and Elex Non-Canon One-Shot

Halloween Fic

⚠️content warning⚠️

Domestic Bullying, Aggressive behavior, Snz Fic,

Degradation, Smut

Description: Sven and Elex are celebrating their first Halloween in the new home! Sven is so excited to hand out candy for the trick or treaters and put on a light show. Although, Elex has come down with something foul. Hoping it’s enough to get him out of holiday festivities, he may not need to try so hard when he realizes Sven’s naughty secret.

Author’s Notes: AHHHH IM SO BEHIND AND HAVE STILL 3 MORE??? I THINK??? Send help. I have goofed. LOL I hope you guys enjoy this next Halloween installment! @aller-geez Owns Sven and did the beautiful cover~

Sven was practically floating around the house with a dreamy look on his animatedly excited face. He had decided to go as a lion this year, his current therapist suggested steering into the whole circus trauma, thing. Though he had been trying to run from it, she suggested it would be therapeutic for him to just do it HIS way. Be appreciated through himself and his partner instead of hoping for his father’s approval. She wasn’t entirely wrong, it was giving him a new sense of power. HE was in charge of this show. He hopped around setting last minute decor up, and fiddling with some of the outdoor lighting for tonight’s show. “It’s gotta be perfect,” his furrowed brows and pursed lips pulling on his facial structure.

"SNNNNNDDFFFFFF... FUCK!" The teal and orange haired male looked up suddenly hearing a distress signal, his cheeks bright red as it almost startled him completely out of his skin.

"Elly?" Sven called out curiously, swallowing the lump in his throat before he came to a stand and began to walk his way over to the source of the sound.

"H'uSSHiew! Unngg..." a loud series of thuds suddenly emanating from the room as Sven got closer and closer. What was happening to his boyfriend in there? Eventually he stepped within the frame of the door and took a good look at his lover inside. Elex was slamming his head loosely against the closet door, costume pieces in his hands as he snuffled and groaned.

"El, what the fuck are you doing?" Now suddenly irritated the other man was harming himself, the cheshire walked closer and put his hands on each side of the other's shoulders. "Come on now, what's gotten into you?"

"That god damn dog, he gave me his fucking disease," The dark skinned man turned around now to face his mate with his swollen nostrils, chapped and desperate for moisture that wasn't just, more snot. His whole body felt like a pressurized jar, the moment someone would twist him, POP. There he would go.

"Okay, well, I'm sure it's nothing a little uh..." trying his best to not get distracted by the way his lover's dual colored eyes looked as they swelled and glassed over.

"H'utTSSCHH'iew!" Elex’s mouth expelled a cloud of mistral spit and ick downward toward the floor from where he was hunched helplessly. Lazily, he brought his arm across his nose wiping it.

"Medicine can't cure..." swallowing nervously as his gaze looked the other up and down, almost...hungrily? What's that about? Elex only noticed as he slowly came to a stand, looking over and able to make note of it for a few seconds before he was trying his best to stop the leaking mess escaping his raw nose. Sven quickly reached over for a tissue and brought it up to his boyfriend’s face. “I’ll get you some tea, and soup made up…can you at least though, still dress up? It’s part of the gig….” He asked with a slightly sheepish grin trying not to be too persistent, trying to keep an aura of concern. However, secretly, hoping to see that same prideful man try to manage through and wiggle into the outfit after all.

Sven could only imagine the Badger in his costume, suffering with his reddening, itchy nose…blowing loudly out in front of him, not even bothering to cover... No! He had to shove those thoughts down. He couldn’t make himself obvious, or known. The embarrassment…he shook his head. “SnDdfF… I am dressed ub…ma’ car theef,” almost incomprehensible in speech, Elex turned to slide his arm across his leaking and sore nose once more as his leaking and irritated eyes looked through the other’s orange ones.

“No…in the costume I picked for us, in your hand,” rolling his eyes impatiently while taking mental notes of how cute, and delicious the other looked while melting into a metaphysical puddle.

“Ugh bud…Ion wanna..” the green haired grump practically stomped and threw a tantrum, something he truly didn’t do often but was hoping could pull the other into submission.

“Baby…please? For the children?” Sven pleaded with his boyfriend, trying his best to get him into any sort of holiday spirit.

“Maaaann…fugg dem kigs…sndfF..” Elex grumbled with a scoff, rolling his own orbs into his skull, the audacity. Why should he care about some snot nosed brats who feel entitled to his candy? Screw em.

“For me, then?” The Cheshire trying a different angle looked at his boyfriend with softer eyes, bringing a hand up to cup his clenching jaw.

“Hnnn…….” Wanting desperately to say no, but they both knew where this was going to land with the look in each other’s eyes. Elex folding like a lawn chair and Sven coming out victorious per usual.

“I’ll see ya out there,” ruffling the other’s dampened green locks. Elex did his best to try and scrap himself up off the wall he was using as support but it was proving to be quite difficult. He turned into an puddle as he lay on his back against it, staring over at the opposite wall with a leaking nose and boiling point flesh. This wasn’t a good look…but he did promise. He groaned loudly, lazily throwing himself off the wall, kicking a foot back to give himself extra leverage.

“Whyyyyy….” He grumbled again, before finally managing to shove himself back to his feet and gripping the costume in his hand he turned to look in the mirror. “Dumb…” he snuffled and shook his head at himself in the reflection. As if he was being held at gun point, Elex began to strip his clothes off and slowly, reluctantly, slide on the ones he was being forced into. “HUH’SHIEW!” It slipped out of him as the shirt he was pulling over his head came off. He wiped it across his face before tossing it to the floor and grabbing the costume.

The material slightly itchy, uncomfortable but, he couldn’t say he didn’t look delicious in it as he slowly peeled it onto his body, and tightened it where it needed to be. He looked divine. Well, if he wasn’t practically on death’s door. He sighed, snagged his previous shirt off the ground once more feeling another oncoming tickle run up his throat and down the bridge of his nose, “HDGXNT!” He used the shirt as a tissue, his fevering head aching while he began to wipe his nostrils against it aggressively. The joints clacking loudly while he did so. He was doing everything in his power to drain himself of any residual leakage.

Almost never ending but eventually he threw the shirt back down onto the floor and looked up at himself in the long length mirror behind their bedroom door. “Oh…” he muttered looking at himself again. From the rubbing, his nose was chafed, starting to peel on the outter ridges. The sparse spaces of white skin reddened in the area around, his multicolored eyes sunken in. He looked tragically ill and he couldn’t figure if that was good for the particular day it was, or just bad. Would kids be able to even tell the difference? Or care? Fixing his hair, to the best of his ability, finally, he slid on the Ring master hat that went with his lion cladded partner. “Thid id cheegy,” his sinuses so plugged he still couldn’t speak clearly without a hindering muffle.

Shaking the messy green locks he couldn’t seem to get right, despite being primped, he stormed his way out of the room. He was never going to feel satisfied with what he saw so he figured he wouldn’t waste anymore time crying about it in the mirror. “Habby?” The badger stood amongst the living space that Sven was going back and forth fixing the decor to. The cat turned on his heels, looking slightly up at his partner then down. Fuck. He wasn’t exactly prepared for just how much it would turn him on to see Elex dressed as a dying ring master. Was it the daddy issues? Circus traumas? The messy hair and eye bags with a leaky nose? Who knows. All he knew was he stepped forward and continued to openly ogle his partner like he was stuck in a vicious trance.

“Very….you look hot,” looking back up again he smirked, Elex could only meet the interaction with a blush so deeply red it couldn’t be missed, and an eyeroll so incredibly dramatic one might be offended. Yet, Sven knew better. He knew that despite Elex’s rough exterior, he was incredibly submissive.

“Ok perv…whad you wand me do do…snDdf,” crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest with a crook of his hip.

“Hmm…Uhh,” Trying his best to rack his brain of the things he needed to get done or let alone just would need help with tonight, finding static. No data. Head empty.

“Well? Spid id oud!! Damb!!” Elex getting impatient threw his hands up now trying to wave them back and forth to bring Sven back into reality from whatever frozen land he’d stumbled into.

“I’m sorry, Els, you just look so damn cute right now,” shaking his head and putting his chin in the crook of his thumb and index. The forest haired male rolled his eyes yet again, putting his hands at his hips now.

“And IB the unwell one…” almost sneering over at his partner, he couldn’t help but tease him and shake his hips back and forth. “Ya like dat? Hm?” Sven could only respond in a laugh as his own cheeks flushed brightly.

“You’re being silly, come on now, we gotta pass out …uhm,” distracted as he watched the badger’s nose suddenly twist, and twitch. Crinkling in tight circles, round and round.

“Hnn..huh..” shaking his head back and forth trying to fight it off to let his boyfriend speak. Useless. “hIH’IKTSHhh’uuh!” Elex tried to cover his mouth but didn’t work fast enough as it came flying out of him. A puft of saliva floating amongst the halloween lights of their living room. Sven’s face heated further, he cleared his throat.

“Bless…you…I’m gonna, grab the uh…candy,” he blinked a few times trying to physically push away his growing thoughts as he watched his partner explode out right in front of him. Elex looked up, and he saw it, though a glimpse, that familiar sparkle of hunger behind the Cheshire’s eyes was unmistakable to the badger. Could it be? He wondered as he cleaned himself up the best he could.

Sven left the space and walked into the kitchen, trying his best to get himself under control. “Fuck…what’s wrong with me?” Not completely aware that it was the other’s explosive yet sweet sneezes that was bringing him to his knees. Trying his best to focus on ripping the giant bags of miscellaneous candies, and dumping them into a bowl. Yet, it was following him like a cold, fast traveling ghost.

“HeH’eHDtsh! hIH’IKTSH!…Sev….” He heard the echoing sounds of his boyfriend sneezing as he came down the hall, the sounds only getting louder as the delinquent audibly slucked up the wet filling threatening to spill from his sinuses. Sven swallowed deeply. The badger stumbled into the kitchen and slammed his hands on the counter at the opposite side of his smaller mate. “SVEN!” He furrowed his brows and slurped a pool of spit gathering from under his tongue, down his throat.

“Yes, El?” Trying to keep his composure as calm as he could he also attempted to splash an air of annoyance around it while fumbling with the bags of treat.

“Cad….cad you helb me?” He whimpered rather quite pathetically, catching the Cheshire almost completely off guard.

“Help you with what, Elly?” Now softening his demeanor to consider his boyfriend was actually in fact possibly suffering at this current moment. He stepped closer he reached out to brush a few strands from the other’s deepened features.

“Helb?” He asked almost uncharacteristically gently, his hand reaching up to give the cat a tissue. Sven took one look at the other’s offering and realized just what his partner was asking now. Oh no. There’s no way he could get through something so intimate without revealing a secret. Was nothing sacred??

“Oh…uh…I don’t know about that El….” Hesitating as he stepped back with that same, embarrassed look on his face he usually made whenever Elex was pressingly flirtatious. Ah, so it was true. The badger thought to himself as he watched the other play coy. He’d get it out of him one way or another.

“Pleade? For me? I can’d do id…the germbs…I promide to hand oud candy afder…if you helb~” he sniveled and pouted while glassy brown and mint eyes stared down at the weakening Cheshire. With a hesitant grunt and a shaking hand, the cat took hold of the mulched paper and half crumbling it in his palm brought it up to the other’s nose, loosely at first. Averting his orange orbs away from the other’s, his face practically lit a flame. “Don’d loog away…” the badger grumbled furrowing his eyebrows downward.

“I can’t look at you…” Sven practically whispered, afraid of what might happen if he didn’t use every last strain of his energy to hold himself back. Between the tissue weakly tickling his nostrils, instead of holding them tightly, the taller began to hitch again. Finding this to be less helpful if the cat couldn’t face him.

“B-huh…ut…h’uhTSSCH! God damnb id…LIGE YOU MEAND ID!” He swiftly grabbed Sven’s hand around his own nose and forcibly squeezed, rubbing in circles as the mess leaked onto the softening, now moistened piece of mulch. Relieved he wouldn’t have to touch it himself.

“E-Elex!” The Cheshire suddenly snapped, moving his gaze quickly over to look at the other, immediately frustrated by the badger’s outburst and overstepping their dynamic. “Don’t just take over like that,” he almost growled, as much as he could trying to remain stoic with his bratty boyfriend. He couldn’t deny it was working for him though, between the attitude, the vulnerability and the raging cold there was no way he could hide the obvious.

“Yeah? Mage me stob den..Aren’d you in chaaaaardge? Hm? Probe it,” The Badger now smirked with confidence, oozing with a new found cockiness that threw off the Cheshire, if only a few moments before he was starting to realize that the previous masking had been pointless.

“W-what?” Almost thrown off by the other’s challenging behavior. Oh so he wanted him to assert his authority did he? Cheeky fucking street rat.

“Probe Your— H’TSCHH! —in chardge …-say you, Cold fugger?” The badger repeated himself trying not to let the sneeze detract from the current aura of control he held. He knew Sven’s secret. It was obvious to them both now. Yet, any fantasy of being in charge of this situation was taken back as the cat angrily shot a hand up to grip the other tightly by his thin, darkened throat.

“You’re so fucking smug…this is why I didn’t wanna say anything…you think you can just use it against me,” pushing the other up now against the kitchen counter, his leg between Elex’s. There were random rings at the doorbell, and the chime of small children in unison, but neither could be bothered to attend the trick or treating station. Leaving them open to neighborhood criticism later, but who the fuck cares?

“Yeah? Too fuggin’ bad, huh? You gotta stop keeping secrets,” Elex smirked licking his moistened lips, his elongated teeth sparkling under the kitchen lighting.

“I’m going to punish that putrid fucking mouth of yours,” the badger fully under his skin now, just like he always managed to do. Sven’s gaze unable to be taken off the other’s swollen, glazy features. They were almost too delicious as he could only hope to see him get worse.

“Mm don’d threaden me with a good dime,” pushing his hips down into the cat, body desperate for any sort of friction as the grip on his throat tightened and his cock responded appropriately.

“Oh, never a threat my sweet boy…I only make you promises,” throwing his tented front into the other, grinding themselves together in a slow fashion. “But since you know my secret…I guess I can stop being subtle about it,” bringing his free hand up, his index finger came around to tickle the other’s twitching nostrils.

“Bu-d…you-r hand…” the forest haired male struggled and strained against the prickling that germinated through out the inner nerves of his nose.

“Sneeze through it…I know you can,” Sven replied coldly, his gaze locked on the ever so slight twitch of Elex’s upper lip and corner nostril. The involuntarily way it jumped…the cat swallowed deeply.

“Hu’—H’IKTDXT!” Tossing his head forward as the mess hit the other’s palm, the flesh of it now wet with Elex’s sick as it glistened under the kitchen lights.

“You can do better than that,” barely giving the badger any room to actually release, tormenting him. Sven’s body just pressed closer into the male as his index wiggled rapidly.

“H’DGNXT!! I—“ interrupted quickly by another loud hitch, like a small goblin stealing his sound as he tried to sneeze through being choked. Truthfully though, unable to retaliate due to the current circumstances of his situation.

“Tsk tsk, I thought you were stronger than that, huh?” The Cheshire’s lips pulled up into a confident, side smirk, realizing that even if the bully knew his secret, he was currently in the position of control here.

“Fu—k…y..H’GXT! H'utTSSCHH’iew” Despite his best efforts his body betrayed him through his spiteful comeback of trying to let the other know just how he felt about his inability to defend his reputation and honor. A sniveling, leaking, swelling mess under his partner’s hands instead.

“My pleasure to,” twisting the other around rapidly in one swift motion and quickly flinging him over the counter his hand finally releasing the other’s neck but now gripping a full hold onto green locks while his free hand worked to aggressively pull down Elex’s pants.

“Hey! H’uSSH’hhiew!” Unable to get a full thought out before his sinuses were working aggressively against him, pushing a gust of salivic dust across his own chin and hands, he grumbled weakly after. His fingers tightened against the counter grout while his partner violated him.

“What? Why protest now? You pushed me to get us here, did you not?” He purred seductively into the badger’s sensitive ear, causing the other to shudder and let out an involuntary whimper.

“I-I didn’d expeg you to ged so…persisdand…snnddff…” Elex smirked behind him, pushing his now exposed bare bottom against Sven’s growing and still clothed bulge. The cat’s head fell back for a few seconds, orange orbs rolling into the back of his skull as he enjoyed the slice of pleasure. He didn’t mean to give into his innate desires but god damn did the other bring it out of him.

“Me ??? You’re the one throwing that slutty dripping nose around and openly sneezing into our shared space…in costume no less,” grunting almost angrily, as if they both somehow didn’t contain any ounce of self control in this household.

The Cheshire was past his point, the cat was out of the bag, would Elex possibly use this against him in the future? Absolutely. To get a head of it, he had to make sure he reminded the Badger who’s really in charge here. “If you had,” thrusting his bulge in between El’s cheeks, attempting to rub and tease his mate’s hole. “Any idea what you were doing….”

“I mighd…snDf…h’hih…SShhiew! If I could ged dhis cold under condrol…” he snarfled loudly trying to clear his sinuses but they were just overflowing. His head ached, pounded, body on fire for more than one reason. His thoughts didn’t make any sense and all he could focus on was the pleasure to hurl him away from the throbbing in his head.

Normally he was much quicker with come backs, light on his feet, sassy. Yet between the constant burning in his throat and build up wishing to be loosened, and Sven teasing him, he was completely losing his sense of self.

“Look at you…a mindless moldable pile of goo…you can’t even be a pain in my ass in this state,” he almost snickered maliciously, yet left it at a sneer, and instead started undoing the buttons on his pants.

“Ye-yeah? Wh-whadd’you know? Hm? SNdfff..” the beat red badger retorted back looking behind his shoulder to watch Sven’s hands work quickly at the cloth keeping them apart.

“Oh? I know enough that you’re willingly bent over this counter practically in heat waiting for this dick to be inside you,” licking his teeth as his orange eyes hungrily consumed Elex’s vulnerable position, trembling legs spread with pants halfway down them.

“Well…I mean…I didn’t hab mugh a choide…” the taller smirked at his lover, managing to maintain an energy of seductive mischief while he was still being a smart ass, despite that his body felt like it really could give way any moment. His flesh hot, and his nostrils delicately twitching through each passing second. Yet his body betrayed the words he spoke and Sven could only shake his head with a chuckle.

“Oh? So you won’t beg for it then?” He raised a curious brow, considering the nature of his cock hungry boyfriend, he doubted it. He was willing to put his whole soul on it, fishing his length out of it’s containment.

“No…?” The brown and green eyed male avoided looking back at the other’s skeptical gaze, trying to prove a point, Sven wasn’t sure even Elex knew the point was trying to make. He just knew he was trying to fight off the intrusive need to desperately bounce himself against the other’s now exposed length and also, not pass out. Between adrenaline and fever, everything felt very fast around him. His blood felt like it was gushing through him at 60 mph.

“I think I can get you there,” Sven noticed how quickly and suddenly Elex tried to reserve himself, as if that would give him any sort of leg up in this. Sven gently pressed himself between the crack of his lover’s cheeks.

“Yeah? Bet,” the dark skinned man shuddered weakly, biting his lower lip but still challenging himself to stay clean from begging any further.

“If I win, I not only get to cum deep inside your ass, but you have to wait to cum until after handing out candy, and the light show,” now giving out his side of the ultimatum. They made bets like these all the time. Sven was usually much better at finding out which bets were worth his while enough to participate. AKA which ones were easier to come out victorious.

“If I win, you make ME cumb and cader do my deeds, and I ged do ditshh the kids,” as Elex looked behind him, the two made eye contact and this act alone seemed to solidify their deal. Neither of them ever capable of having any moment that wasn’t a competition between each other.

“You’re an absolute pill, but you’re on, because I already know what needs to be done,” Sven starved off a serious chuckle, but he was incredibly confident he was going to get the other cracked like an egg in no time. It was already in his grasp.

“Whad do yo—“ the dark skinned mate cut off by Sven who leaned in and latched his mouth onto the space just under the badger’s ear, causing the man to freeze completely, his body turning rigid. “W-wa-i….” His legs trembling before the cat took a deep and painful bite into the side of his boyfriend’s soft tender flesh, gripping it, small lines of crimson spilling down his skin. Elex cried out, digging at the stone material under his chipping nails. Subconsciously his hips rolled into the shorter who could only smirk behind the grip his fangs had on the badger. Slowly his hands traveled down the other’s dark and spotted skin.

“See?” Though slightly muffled behind the grip his mouth had on the other, his hands had dipped below the delinquent’s waist to feel Elex’s twitching length, teasing it with feather light touches before ripping away. “Loog ah tha, so needy..” he muttered behind the badger’s bleeding flesh, who could only tremble in response. His arms finally came up, like a backpack almost, he gripped the badger’s shoulders. Using the new leverage to pull him down onto his own rock solid length, grinding the two of them together, there was a collected moan.

Sven slowly increased his speed inch by inch, just sliding his hardened cock across the other over and over as his teeth continued to pressurize, and depressurize. Elex already in a weakened state of being snuffled while whimpering loosely and despite wanting to let this all be over with, and give in, he found himself fighting against two forces of pressure.

If he wasn’t being squashed under the weight of this inconsistent cold, he was wishing Sven was full length deep inside him. Yet he didn’t want to look weak for begging. Although as every second passed it sounded less and less emasculating. “Hnn…Hh’Uh’kSshiW!” He spat again as the sneeze rolled over his wet, plumped lips. He wanted to give in, but caving under the bet within 40 seconds of making it, just felt so fucking pathetic he almost found it paralyzing.

“I love that sound…you’re so sexy when you’re all stuffy, and sneezy…I just want to fill you up and take good care of you,” the cat purred into Elex’s bruising, bleeding flesh, still leaving large, painful nips all across his shoulder there.

“Perv…ert” Elex could only gasp as his body continue to rock involuntarily against his stubborn wishes. He wanted to be petty, pull away, fight the other off, but he was so weak, so easily manipulated in this current state of being. Sven began to up the ante and slid the tip of his length just past his cheeks to rub tenderly at his mate’s puckered entrance. “Oh fuck—ing shit…” hoping if he could just push back enough…

“Aht, cheater,” Sven smirked calling the badger out on his sneaky behavior before yanking him back by his hair, one hand still gripping an ass cheek to keep it spread apart. “Go on, I know you want to, let’s stop playing these games…beg for it,” hissing low from within his throat. Idk new the other was just being stubborn. He loved that only he knew what buttons to press.

“N-n…” already starting his protest..but being interrupted by something much darker than that. As he wanted to push his luck essentially, he suddenly found another sneeze brewing under the surface of his tickling throat. Bubbling up like a fish unwanted in his esophagus.

“Elex Parker,” the Cheshire commanded at first with a very serious, flattened tone. However, when he didn’t receive anything back he looked over to see his boyfriend struggling with a forcible hitch. Jaw slacked open, tongue pulsating in and out of his mouth before soon, he couldn’t contain it.

“H’H'utTSSCHH’iew!” Elex snuffled loudly afterwards, scooping up as much snot and sick back into his body as he could to avoid it making a mess upon the counter. Despite the fact there was a patchwork of spittal spots about.

“Absolutely delightful….but still not what I want…come on, baby, let’s hear it,” the cat leaned in closer to speak the words directly into the other’s ear drum. Elex, despite his protests, couldn’t hold back as he lightly shuddered against the hot air hitting sensitive flesh.

“No..” he sucked in the word, along with his lower lip while he felt his wavering strength slowly give way. He wasn’t going to be able to resist, was he? No…because the more Sven worked to tease him, the more Elex’s imagination ran wild. Knowing full well they were in this particular situation because he had picked on the fact, that he wasn’t the only one attracted to a sick partner. The badger was aware of the slippery slope he was standing on when he made the bet, but didn’t realize how weak he would look..so rapidly.

“Don’t be be like that…” the Cheshire purred mischievously, teeth nipping and grazing across the softened flesh of the green haired man’s flushing ear.

“Hnn..f-fuc…k…okay…pleade…,” he couldn’t withstand it any longer. Seriously? His ears were one of his biggest targets, his Achilles heel…Sven knew it and used it to his advantage every single time, it was almost a curse for the taller bottom.

“Please, what?” Just barely gusting the words above the other’s ear canal, feeling the badger’s body twitch under him.

“Fuc….k…me..” he was almost exhausted, the words came out like broken up static, like he’d ran a full mile within a second and didn’t have time to register. Panting, vigorously, unstoppable as his half lidded eyes slid to the side, trying to get a look at his sadistic partner.

“I can’t hear you, so sorry, what was that?” Trying to play off the role that he was not aware nor capable of tormenting anyone, let alone the love of his life.

“God damb it, Sben FUCG ME!” The impatience that started to bubble up and over take the man pressed against the counter was leaking out into their conversation. This caused the sadist cat to chuckle just barely before his next turn of phrase came out as cold as icicles.

“Why should I?” The silence that filled the room afterwards was thick, one was going to need the sharpest knife to cut through it.

“Pleeeeeade…” it came out in a high pitched whine, almost out of character as Elex could hardly contain himself any longer, tossing the winnings out the window. He backed into the other just hoping to feel anything besides miserable, knowing full well that once he had Sven’s length massaging his walls, there would be some sort of silver lining.

“I don’t know….” The shorter boyfriend chewed on his lip while his orange gaze ran up and down his counterpart’s perfectly spread body, hands exploring, clawing and sliding over it. “I’m not convinced…” clicking his tongue before his hands became nothing but a whisper, and his cock a memory pressed against him. Sven’s body just standing a heated inch away from Elex’s flesh.

“SBEN…I need you…” feeling empty suddenly as the other stood back and away. This was mean. Cruel. Crueler than he had ever been to the cat. “Baby…I’b begging you…” it truly almost sounded like the badge might actually cry, finally, his defeated, lidded and glassy eyes looked behind him to meet with Sven’s triumphant gaze.

“That’s my good boy…assert your feelings, and toss the competition,” the streamer snickered as his hands roughly clawed down the other’s sides to his rear end now, pushing his cheeks apart. The badger could only roll his eyes back while he turned into a puddle upon Sven touching his body once more. Like being splashed with cold water on a scorching hot day. Relief. The cat looked downward long enough to spit a large amount of saliva down against the top of his cock that dripped onto the badger’s hole.

“Ahh~ hnn…~” Elex twitched and whimpered, and before long Sven was able to shove his waiting, wanting cock inside of Elex’s tightened entrance, both of them grunting through clenched jaws as he was filled.

“Never get tired of being inside you….” The aqua and ginger haired male grunted through his tightened teeth.

“I god-…da…sn-Ee…” Elex hesitated and panted through each snap of Sven’s taut and energetic hips. Trying to warn as his body spasmed and stuttered to hold the dribbling snot from his nose and the prickle of release threatening him.

“Please do, I wanna feel you tighten around me…” sliding his palms up and under Elex’s ring master shirt that was still on his body, to tickle the badger’s delicate spine, flattened hands slipping up and down goosebumped flesh. Whilst he continued to push and shove his way through the delinquent’s ass.

“H’…” trying to focus on giving them both what they wanted, but he was so relaxed by the cat’s fingers and palms that the feeling almost subsided away. Spoiler alert, he wouldn’t be so lucky to be cured by gamer cock. No. Instead his body lurched forward violently against the counter, his palms skidding against rough grout and shredding the first layer of flesh. “Heh’EhDTSHhiew!!” It sprung him forth, another layer of spit could be seen in the thin shred of light above them, a line of snot trickling down Elex’s face. He quickly nudged his nose against the fabric of clothing against his shoulder successfully smudging it off his face before his forehead fell against the counter.

Sven watching it all unfold, couldn’t help but fight off a large shit eating grin. It felt so good around his aching dick, the way Elex’s ass tightened quickly and released during the sneeze. He wanted to throw his head back with the largest smile. But he swallowed it. He had to. A grin that big could cause him to disappear and he wasn’t trying to ruin the moment. His lips fell, and his brows furrowed, he snapped forward like all reserve was missing and there was nothing, or no one holding him back. Cause there wasn’t. His cock snapping in and outward, hands keeping him steady with each palm gripping tightly to Elex’s tanned cheeks. “You-…would find a way….to distract me this holiday….” Clenching his jaw, chastising the male below as those tightening walls kept driving him further into insanity.

“I—…” normally he wasn’t so stumped but the badger was so hot for his feline mate that he found himself speechless to retort. “Oops…” was all he managed, causing the cat to hiss almost soundlessly. Bringing one hand up and cracking it back down against Elex’s tight cheek, the male yelped.

“Oops is right….just you wait…” licking his teeth he released the badger’s ass cheeks only to slink his hands up and around Elex’s neck, both palms interlocking together around the taller’s throat. Now using this, as a form of leverage while the green haired male gasped between thrusts. “Fuuuck..that’s gonna make me cum,” grunting past his foul response, the other eagerly shoved his ass backward into Sven’s lustfilled pounds. “Look at you go baby…even when you can’t breathe you still want it…” breathlessly chuckling as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Elex was fully drooling down the right side of his mouth, cold? Fever? Sneezing? Who? Gone. Illness was misplaced in another dimension because all the badger could focus on was the way his face felt like it might pop if he didn’t get air soon, and also, how badly he wanted to feel Sven’s hot seed overfill him. His nose and mouth leaking fluids while his hips worked to match each stuttering thrust the closer Sven got to the edge.

“Are you ready? Hm, my degenerate little slut? I’m going to fill your hole…” it was almost a miracle either of them could get any coherent thoughts out, let alone sentences but Sven managed as his orgasm built up through him, causing his legs to tremble as he inched closer.

“I—“ The badger stammered weakly, his vision blackened on the edges with Sven’s hands still tight around his neck.

“Hm? Are you?” Knowing full well it was almost impossible for the other to speak but, he’d seen him escape worse scenarios. Plus the cat loved pushing him past his normal limits. How far could he stretch his favorite toy?

“Ye—s…” The dark skinned male choked as his duo colored eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Yes what?” Sven practically spat through a tightened jaw, fingers squeezing impatiently as he drove himself inward to assault and pound at Elex’s prostate.

“Yes…..Sir…!” Whimpering behind the lack of oxygen, his words still escaped and it was enough to send shivers down the cat’s entire nervous system.

“That’s right…” blowing his load inside the badger, but as quickly as he did, he couldn’t relish in it for too long, couldn’t give in. They had made a deal. A bet, and Sven had won. Quickly he pulled his spent length from the other’s puckering, and leaking entrance, the cat yawned and while tucking himself away, stepped back. “Man, that was fucking awesome…ready to hand out candy?” Clapping his hands together loudly once he was all put together again.

“Wh-what?!” Elex shot a look behind himself, legs still spread apart with his pants around his ankles.

“Did you…forget the bet we made? You begged me for cock…ergo , handing out candy,” his hands flattened and moved about in a display from between the two of them and toward the bowl of candy on the counter.

“You’re not even going to—“ quickly cut off as Elex was starting to slowly turn around and come to the realization that, Sven was dead serious in his convictions.

“Sometimes I think we should get you checked for memory loss,” shaking his head back and forth, the cat now crossed his arms over his chest to get a good look at the mess that was his sniveling, wet boyfriend.

“Mem— YOU ASS! I didn’t think you were serious!” Quickly, his cheeks flushed in a brightly embarrassed blush, snatching his pants and pulling them back up over his waist, almost with complete offense.

“Oh so if you had won, would you still be thinking I wasn’t serious??” Sven tilted his head, raising a brow, did the Badger really play him for a fool? So bets only count if he were to have won? Not in this household.

“How was I EVER going to win in that position!?” Elex tossed his free hand up with exasperation as his other made quick work to button and re-zip his pants again.

“You’ve managed you’re way out of prison twice, I would assume…” lifting an index finger to interrupt the excuse but finding himself shortly cut off in the heat of it.

“Different situations, COMPLETELY!” Narrowing his different colored eyes toward the stubborn cat he was suddenly extremely irritated with. How dare he! He was supposed to be at HIS finger tips! How’d it get turned around? This wasn’t the original plan!

“Oh stop your whining and come be apart of the holiday fun,” Sven tried to lighten the mood with a wink, stepping closer to wrap his arm around the other’s thin waist, reaching up to kiss under the heated badger’s jaw. “I’ll nurse you back to health after, ok?” Pulling away slowly, he now took both his hands and scooped them under the candy bowl. He began crossing his way out of the kitchen to open the front door as the bell chimed throughout the house.

“This is bullshit….” Elex grumbled now to himself, this was complete and utter stupidity because he..thought he had a sure fire way out. If not just being sick in general, but having seduced the other….man…this was worse than the American justice system. Somehow he went in fully confident and fucked worse than any state, county or country could.

“Trick or treat!!!” The children echoed from the hall as Sven opened the front door to be greeted with many different masked faces.

“Happy Halloween!” The cat cheered at them, leaning forward to give them free range of the bowl, some taking one, a few taking handfuls or even just a couple a time. The badger sighed, realizing that maybe, he didn’t have to hate Halloween this year. Sure, he felt like garbage now that the ecstasy and adrenaline had worn off, but truthfully, he needed to make new memories over the old ones. So he dusted himself off, cleaned himself up, blew his nose, took a shot of Dayquil and managed to put his best foot forward at having a better holiday spent, with his best friend and soul mate.

The End

Author’s Notes: Beep Boop I’m unmedicated so it’s taking a while to be motivated to write but ayooo I’m here! I did it! 3rd Halloween fic for the month! Unclear if I’ll be able to do every couple this month before it’s November but imma still try! I hope you guys are enjoying them 🥺 written feedback means the world to me and motivates me to write more/faster. Appreciate you guys and your patience 🫶🏻🥰

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Ughh!! Please make something with this prompt,I found: "Those nights when you both party hard and now you have to take them back to their house and they say, no insist, that you stay."

I would give you my heart and kidney if you could just make a fic for Venus Van Dam. Something super suggestive and borderline illegal if you can??!!

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Venus Van Dam x reader

Warning: Smut (Finally!!!)

(Lord, it's me again....)

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The night felt as though it would never end. You knew damn well that the night would eventually end with either you or your plus one, Venus passed out at your respective homes with absolutely no recollection. It was always one of you who never remembered and the other always did. This time though you had a feeling you would be the one to remember it this time.

You were stumbling through a crowd of drunk and confused bodies, trying your damnedest to find Venus. The night was coming to an end for you and you wanted to find her before just leaving. Sure enough your search only lasted a few moment before you spotted her at the bar taking yet another shot of an unknown liquid. Walking up behind her you tap her on the shoulder and she whips her head around quickly. Instantly her calm face turns into excitement when she lays her eyes on you. The biggest smile is planted on her face.

"Oh darling! I am happy to see you. I'm afraid, I'm getting quite tired hun. This mess of a woman, needs to go home for the night."

She says as she gestures to herself. You smile at this, almost as if you both were on the same wavelength at that exact moment. Wrapping a hand around her wrist you lean forward as the music in the club gets significantly louder.

"I completely agree. Let's get ourselves home."

You both pay your tabs and move toward the door. It was getting so hot inside the club and before you knew it you were outside. The temperature difference was refreshing. You found yourself gasping at the change. Almost moaning from relief. You decided to call an uber, or the closest thing you could find to an uber. In which it was a very sketchy man who kept looking at you and Venus in his rearview mirror almost every minute. By the time you arrived at Venus's home you instantly threw him some cash and hopped out with Venus herself. Not wanting to stay in his presence any longer. Venus took her sweet time getting her home key out from her bag before shakily slotting it into the key hole. She smiles at her achievement which makes you shake your head. You walk in with her and you turn the lights on. Instantly the bright lights make your eyes burn from the intrusion. You watch as she navigates herself to her bedroom and you wait. Walking toward her kitchen you go to get a water. Hoping that it would get sober you up, at least the cold refreshing water would maybe help your senses get corrected. Just as you are about to place your hand on the fridge handle you hear your name come from Venus's room. You turn on your heels and walk around the corner to a door wide open. Venus stands in the middle facing you. Her dress still on.

"Please help me. I cannot get this damn zipper on my own."

You walk forward as she turns around. You notice that she's not wearing her shoes anymore and yet she is so, so much taller than you. Of course you new that she was taller anyway genetically speaking but it never helped the fact that you were constantly turned on by her. Especially now. Her back to your front, her perfume invading your senses as you approach closer. You can see her muscles in her arms slightly flex. Shaking your head at the thoughts. By god, she's drunk, get a hold of yourself. Reaching up you grab the zipper and pull it all the way down to her tailbone. When her dress parts and you see her skin, you instantly want to touch her. The muscles in her back makes you want to audibly groan. You step back and go to leave.

"Well, hold your horses darling. I want you to stay."

This confuses you.

"You want me to stay?"

She looks over her shoulder as she drops the dress to the ground. Her purple lacy underwear makes your knees weak. That and the fact she's not wearing a bra. She turns around. Her arms are crossed her her chest, concealing her breasts from your view. Your mouth waters at the sight.

"Oh, I want you to do more than just stay. Why don't we lay down. You must be exhausted darlin'."

Your mouth is slightly agape. She smiles as she drops her arms to her sides as she backs up slowly. Her breasts are perfect. God, all you want is to touch her, anything just to get closer. Moving backward to her bed. She gets to it and sits down. Her legs spread open, her bulge is prominent and you almost resort to dropping to your knees right then and there. Shaking your head you take a deep breath.

"Venus, we both are very drunk right now. Chances are we'll not even remember this in the morning. I'd prefer to remember all of this."

You say gesturing to her position on the bed. She chuckles at you.

"Baby, all I've wanted to do for the past month is have you all to myself for a night, just like this. Stay. Please stay. I insist."

She says as she extends her hand to you and tilts her head to side.

You sigh. Fuck it!

You grab her hand and she pulls you closer and you bend down. Capturing her lips in yours. Pushing further you make her lay back against the bed and you lay your top half on hers. She gasps as your crotch rubs up against her cock. You slowly grind your hips and you notice the fluttering of her eyelashes. Smiling you kiss down her neck. Biting and sucking marks all over until you reach her collarbone, giving it the same treatment. When you find your lips on the swell of her breasts you look up to her and notice her looking you. Without missing a beat you stick your tongue out licking her nipple and she gasps again. You suck one into your mouth and swirl your tongue. You move to the other breasts and give it the same attention. All the while you do this your grinding against her cock and she is visibly shaking at the stimulation. Her hands are tangled in your hair as she feels the knot in her stomach begin to build. She lets out a whimper and you groan at the noise.

"Oh baby. Please don't stop, you're getting me so close baby. Ple-fuck, please!"

You double your efforts against her breasts and grind harder into her solid cock. Finally with a skilled roll of your hips you find her one hand tangling tighter in your hair while the other hand is grips your shirt collar. She pulls you close and smashes her lips against yours. Moaning into your mouth and you watch as she rides out her orgasm. When she comes all the way down, she lets your go. You lean up. Noticing a very evident wet spot in her purple lace. With a curious mind you reach a hand out and touch the spot. Her hand immediately reaches out and grips your wrist. She's overstimulated. You touch her sensitive head and slowly rub your palm against her. She whimpers at the contact.

"Please. It's too much baby."

You shush her and retract your hand. You stand and finally take a seat next to her laying form. She looks at you and is silent for what feels like forever till she finally pipes up.

"I know for a fact I'm gonna remember this in the morning."

Smiling you look at her and lean over to her. Pecking her lips.

"Oh I will too. We might even do it again. But first order of business. Time for bed. Let's get you cleaned up and let's go to bed huh?"

She smiles as you stand and take her hand. Helping her stand at her full height. Smiling back at her, you watch her as she walks past you and to her connected bathroom. Her hips swaying side to side. Yeah, you will definitely remember this in the morning.

(I've become a monster. Anon me and you are depraved souls and to be honest.....I'm quite alright with that!)

#venus van dam x reader #venus van dam #sons of anarchy #walton goggins

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let there be light: an analysis of some of the shot choices during nancy’s creel murders sequence and the lamps that randomly turn off

I have so, SO much to say about nancy’s pov/the shot choices in the creel house/which scenes are missing from henry’s memories/what nancy is Actually Seeing, but for now, here’s something that makes me insane every day.

Take a look at screen right in this shot, and how dark it is. There’s no lamps on in that part of the room. It’s completely dark. The camera is also behind Nancy in this scene, almost an over the shoulder shot.

Okay, now take a look at the immediate next shot:

Where the fuck did all that light come from? That couch would have been on screen right in the first screenshot. And yet, the first screenshot has that area completely dark. This is quite awhile before the lights start flickering, so it’s not the result of that. I'm a big fan of the LOTR approach to lighting (ie, making sure we can see everything and "the light comes from the same place as the music"), but this is a little different because they intentionally went from SUPER dark/low visibility to showing the same area, suddenly bright AFTER we get a POV swap (going from Nancy OTS shot to a non Nancy POV shot showing her face). So why are the lighting changes coinciding with shot/POV swap changes?

Like, one of the big things here (and one of the repeated shot choices that constantly haunts me about this whole sequence) is that we are now seeing Nancy’s face. We aren’t getting that almost-over-the-shoulder shot anymore. And we definitely aren’t seeing what Nancy’s seeing anymore. Because Nancy isn’t looking at her own face. So not only do we have that bizarre, unexplained change in lighting, but we also are no longer seeing through nancy’s eyes- the change in lighting and camera swap/not seeing through nancy’s eyes anymore coincide perfectly.

But then, we seemingly go back into Nancy’s eyes via an OTS shot.

But what’s really interesting to me about this part is the way that the camera moves forward and cuts Nancy’s shoulder out of the frame, almost like we aren’t in her POV anymore.

And what really makes me insane is that even though Nancy’s shoulder is gone, a new shoulder has appeared- Virginia’s shoulder. Is this supposed to swap into a Virginia POV???

And then, after zooming in on Henward slightly, the camera moveds towards Victor- that’s not through Henward's eyes, though, because Henward is seated in front of where Victor is standing/even Henward turning his head like he does in the above image won't produce this angle- this is like the POV of somebody short standing beside the end of the table (near virginia's lefthand side), which is weird, because that's the exact area where the mystery drawing and crayon just SHOWS UP on the table after Virginia dies.

And then the shot is no longer on Victor, but on Nancy:

Whose eyes are we looking through when we see Nancy? This is a question that Haunts Me Every day. We then get this closeup on Henward:

And then we go to this shot from behind Henward's chair- which is a very interesting shot to me for a few reasons.

1.) The camera is in the same general place/POV as when it was filming that closeup shot of Victor trying to fix the radio. Like, if someone was standing there filming that shot of Victor and then turned around, we would basically have this next behind-Henward-chair shot. 2.) The choice to shoot it so low- Why not give us a Victor OTS shot? Why not put us into his head a little bit more? Why give us this random POV that isn't quite a Henward OTS shot, and isn't a Victor OTS shot, but IS from the same area as the POV of that closeup shot of Victor from earlier.

3.) The way the camera zooms up as if somebody is looking up- AGAIN, we know Victor looks up because we get shots of his face looking up during his retelling (which, interestingly enough, are shots that don't appear in this sequence), so why not just give us Victor's POV of looking up?? Why are they making shot choices that seemingly don't give us the actual POV of anybody there, not even Nancy??

Like. we see Virginia zoom upwards:

But then this shot of Victor looking up does not appear during this sequence at all, it's only there in Victor's retelling (which, again, stranger, because his memories wouldn't be memories of his own face).

And then after that shot of Virginia zooming up, we get we get another shot of Nancy's face. Again, the constant Nancy face shots are such an odd choice.

And then even though we just saw Nancy's face, we STILL aren't in her POV. This shot of Virginia dangling in the air is not through Nancy's eyes!!! What is Nancy seeing?? Why aren't they showing us what she's seeing??

And then this is a shot I’ve talked about before, but we get this top-down view of Virginia and there’s no Nancy behind her.

As well, this shot is impossible through anyone’s eyes- and yes, I am well aware that shows and movies arent always directly shot through someone’s eyes, but my point is that this scene should not be in ANYONE’S memories. Alice, Henry, and Victor did not see this unless somehow one of them magically splayed themselves out on the ceiling to stare down at Virginia. This scene is only being shown to the audience. Nancy, from where she’s standing, cannot see this. She isn't even THERE, she magically disappeared.

And what fascinates me even more about this shot is that we’ve seen it before. In Victor’s retelling- Victor’s retelling, which, has so many bizarre shots, but the main thing is that his retelling was only shown to the audience, like there’s scenes through the Creel family’s eyes, but Nancy wasnt witnessing his memories. In fact, the scenes that play during Victor’s retelling likely aren’t all his memories at all. Why give us two sequences, one that is supposedly Vecna's memories, and one that is supposedly Victor's memories, and have the SAME exact shot in both of them from a POV that's impossible in both of them? Like sure artistic license etc etc but at the end of the day, even with that in mind, this literally is not Victor or Vecna's memories. Like literally that shot is NOT what they would have remembered.

So that closeup shot of Virginia, once again, is only shown to the audience.

And then we go to this shot of Virginia’s body falling, and this seems to be shot through Henward's eyes sitting at the table:

But then it cuts to Nancy again. Nancy, shot from an angle as if the camera is on the table. And this shot is particularly interesting to me because it parallels a shot from Victor's retelling- the shot of him standing underneath a chandelier, with his arms out, just like Nancy is, with fire on both sides of him vs the orange lamps on either side of Nancy:

And then we go to this shot that I never shut up about- the shot through Virginia’s eyes.

Like. This is just the tip of the iceberg, one of these days I have to go through and compare all the shot choices in Victor' retelling of the Creel murders vs the shot choices in the sequence with Nancy, but it's a total mindmelt and I'll get to it eventually.

Obviously, Nancy is like a ghost in this scene and the Creels didn’t actually see her in 1959- but that just makes these shot choices even more bizarre. Why continue to focus on Nancy’s face? And why not give us Nancy's POV even when we AREN'T focusing on Nancy's face? It's one thing to show us Nancy's reaction, but to KEEP showing it to us while ALSO keeping her POV away from us?? It's such an odd choice to add Nancy as another element of this sequence but then also play keepaway with her POV 80% of the time.

And we have shots that aren't shown in Victor's retelling (such as Victor picking Henward up and pulling him away from the table and a bunch of other shots), and shots that aren't shown in the Nancy sequence (such as the closeup on Victor's face screaming and a ton of other shots). And that weird mysterious drawing that I mentioned only shows up in Victor's retelling, but the shots for it are shot through Henry's eyes. It's one thing to make some odd shot choices & maybe brush them away as artistic license- it's another to make odd shot choices in scenes/sequences that end up getting repeated (the creel murders) and then also have things like lighting changes when weird shot/POV changes occur, and to also insert a whole other viewer character (Nancy) and yet rarely give us her POV.

I've mentioned this before (here, here, and here), but I won't be surprised at ALL if some of those weird shot choices were Edward's POV, peeking in from another timeline or something, the same way that Will was somehow able to see the letters that Joyce wrote on the wall in S1- especially since we don't know what (or who) Alice was looking at. Maybe she saw Edward.

#stranger things #edward creel #henry creel #creel family #creel murders #st cinematography

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