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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Pity Party

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: 'I'm going to do it,' you thought triumphantly. 'I'm going to invite Malleus Draconia to the next Unbirthday Party as my date.' And naturally, the Universe in all its infinite omnipotence, went 'lol bet.'

A/N: A very fun commission for the lovely @toast-tales

“Heartslaybul is having another one of their Unbirthday Parties this Friday,” you said, a bit stilted but enthusiastic nevertheless. “And I was thinking—well, it was just a thought! But! Maybe it’d be nice if we, y’know, went together?” You finished, looking up from beneath your lashes at the looming figure before you.

The Gargoyle, naturally, did not respond. A sound rejection if ever there was one.

But! That attempt had sounded really good, hadn’t it? Totally natural and everything! Not a single stutter, fainting episode, or bought of nervous vomiting to be seen!

“Okay,” you muttered, pacing back and forth as you diligently fought the urge to ring your hands. “Okay, okay, okay. I can do this. It’s just, like, two sentences—Three? Was that three?—Doesn’t matter! Focus! It’s not that hard!”

You circled and circled around the alcove. It was a familiar little corner, for all that you’d only ever seen it in the dark of the evening. This was where you’d meet up with Malleus for your nighttime rendezvous. Normally you didn’t bother popping by for at least another hour, but you needed all the practice you could get. And while, yes, the stone carvings overhead were hardly the best conversational partners, it was easier to practice your totally smooth pickup skills on their emotionless faces than, like, Grim. Or God forbid, Ace and Deuce.

It was only Malleus, you reassured yourself yet again—your kindly, awkward, fey friend with the social awareness of a two-centuries-old potato. It was one thing to know, or at least assume, that he’d be sweet enough to take your offer in stride. It was another entirely to imagine the Briar Prince’s blank ass face saying something genuinely well-intentioned but harsh like ‘that doesn’t sound like a particularly riveting way to spend my afternoon,’ and immediately crushing your soul into itty bitty bite-sized pieces. It was an all too easy scene to picture, as you’d done at least a hundred times since your heart had set itself on its intentions.

You just—maybe just a bit more time. Yes. One more round of practice (perhaps two), and then you’d be ready. Like the Overblots, or whatever. Those hardly phased you at all anymore! It only took repetitive, mind rending, exposure therapy. That would do it. You just needed the teeniest bit more time to—

“Ah—Child of Man. I wasn’t expecting to see you here so earl—”

You jolted back with a truly heinous squawk and wheeled gracelessly into the stone pillar at your rear. You weren’t exactly a force of nature or anything, but the column hadn’t looked all that stable to begin with. So your frantic flailing took its toll, and the great, rock, beam creaked and fell. The Gargoyle perched atop it (the very one you’d been propositioning for the past half hour or so) crashed to the ground with an echoing BOOM and a cloud of debris fit to choke an elephant.

The poor thing lay in the dirt in pieces, its regal countenance split right down the middle. And Malleus Draconia, noted aficionado of all things carved from stone, looked two steps away from having an actual aneurism. So you hurriedly buried your invitation back in the depths of your brain and quickly went about carrying out the inanimate-object-equivalent of CPR.

“I think I have some super glue back in Ramshackle,” you offered. Even though you knew well enough that he could probably wave his hand and undo the entire thing. But it was the thought that counted, right?

“Supered Glue?” Malleus parroted, his neon eyes darting back and forth between you and the shattered gargoyle like you’d just offered him some mystical panacea. You nodded along and scuttled off in the direction of your dilapidated dorm.

‘Tomorrow,’ you promised yourself, as you rifled through your miscellaneous utilities drawer, tossing around rolls of tape and wads of too-thin elastic bands. ‘Tomorrow I’ll ask him.’

The next morning, you sat in Potion’s Class with the tacky remnants of last night’s nonsense dried along your fingertips. You sneezed and something ground unpleasantly behind your ear. You reached up to pluck a stray bit of gravel from your hair and flicked it aside.

Normally you tried to give Crewel’s lectures the entirety of your focus, primarily because you respected the man and wanted him to like you. And also, y’know, from the very rational standpoint of not wanting to lose your eyebrows or dignity when an incorrectly brewed potion exploded in your face. But today you were stuck in the clouds, replaying scenario after scenario and wondering what your next step in the whole ‘Ask The Crowned Prince of An Entire Nation Out to Lunch’ situation should be.

Your neck was itching again, and you scrubbed around mindlessly before pulling out another bit of gargoyle debris and tossing it. It bounced harmlessly off Jack’s shoulder.

“Did you get all that?” Your beastman friend asked, beginning the tedious process of organizing your group workstation for the day.

“Oh? Yes. Of course,” you nodded, not having heard a single word of what was going on. You grabbed your little instructions pamphlet for the day and made your way towards your own stool.

Jack turned and narrowed his yellow eyes at you in a way that clearly let you know that that superhuman schnoz of his had sniffed out your bullshit a mile away, but you generally had a better track record than the rest of the first years, so thankfully he let it slide.

Without further ado, you went about heating, and mixing, and tempering. And by the end, the pair of you had a lovely, silver, concoction that popped and fizzled like cola. Professor Crewel paused in his rounds of the rows to stare into your cauldron with an impassive sort of look that could have meant anything from ‘Content’ to ‘Outright Murder.’ Your eyes hastily flickered around the room, but everyone else’s potions looked liked Mercury Sprite too, so you couldn’t have been in too much trouble. You dipped the testing spoon into one of the bubbliest bits and brought it to your mouth to take a teeny sip. It tasted alright, and you smacked your lips as you tried to identify the flavor.

“Well?” The professor droned, crossing his arms over his chest in a fashion that looked entirely unimpressed. “How is it?”

You opened your mouth to reply and nothing came out but static. Literal static. Like you were some overloaded, old, plug—spitting sparks and whiny, high-pitched, nonsense that was most definitely an indication of some sort of fire risk.

Crewel hummed in that self-satisfied sort of way of his—the sort that was only mastered by those who were in the habit of being proven right during every, single, catastrophe.

“The Tickled Tongue recipe is fairly straightforward, you see,” he explained, stepping closer with a languid swishswish of his large overcoat. “It’s difficult to alter without any remarkable change or err. However,” he droned, “it is incredibly similar to the Stone Tongued Elixir. Do you know what the one, unique, ingredient in that brew is in comparison to our assigned project today, Prefect?”

You sighed fuzz.

“Stone,” he said, reaching out to pluck another bit of gravel from your hair.

Crewel brushed his hands against his vest and you debated if it’d be worth it to try jumping out of the window and escape while you still had at least some face.

“I’ve been kind enough to look the other way when you break curfew so that you may continue your… nightly excursions with a certain upperclassman,” he droned, and that open window was looking even more tempting. “But please at least give me the courtesy of cleaning up the evidence before attending my class in the mornings, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to say, but it just sounded like a busted landline.

“Hello, Child of Man,” Malleus beamed, his lips curling pleasantly at the corners. His usual trio were flanking his hind, all watching with varying degrees of interest that ranged from sharp curiosity (Lilia) to outright hostility (Sebek). “Would you care to accompany me for lunch?”

You opened your mouth and all that came out was the fucking AOL dial tone.

Lilia doubled over laughing and Malleus tilted his head at you like a dog listening to a whistle tone.

“Pardon?” He blinked.

“BZZZZZZ,” you said, miserable, and Lilia just laughed harder.

‘Two days left,’ you reminded yourself miserably. You had just under forty-eight wretched hours to not only complete your initial Date Objective, but also somehow do that whole thing while making up for the ego-crushing failures of your first two failures.

There was a Spelldrive match after classes today—another attempt for Leona to try and get one up on Malleus’s ‘Hall of Fame Worthy’ record before the pair of them aged out of the competition. And maybe that would be perfect! That was always sort of a Thing in teen movies, right? The big, heart wrenching, confession delivered on the field of whatever sport was in season. The fated couple lit all prettily beneath the glaring overhead lights and artfully drenched in a very timely shower of rain. This whole situation was practically writing itself.

So you tucked yourself into a warm, cozy, sweater fit for the breezy day and inevitable aesthetic downpour, and went to sit out in the stands. Which was your first mistake, because the match was being held on Savanaclaw’s practice field. So immediately you could feel sweat pooling along your lower back and along your brow as the magical, overhead, sunshine did its best to seer the flesh right off your bones. Malleus moved to step out onto the field and you went to wave at him enthusiastically, only to catch sight of the giant pit stains steeped into your stupid sweater. The dark spots opened up like the gaping maw on a beast, determined to derive its entire sustenance from your embarrassment alone. You clamped your arms back down to your sides and immediately began questioning the universe at large. Were you a murderer in a past life? Someone who scammed old ladies out of their pensions? What other reason could there be for the entire fucking cosmos to just perpetually go ‘hey, how about we make things worse.’

The game was probably going well or something, but you were swimming in so much swampy body heat at this point that you were starting to get dizzy.

With a sigh, you pulled the cute, wool, deathtrap over your head and tossed it aside—ruffling your sweat sticky hair for good measure to try and get some airflow going. It wasn’t the most dignified look or whatever, sitting there in only the thin cotton undershirt of your uniform and half drowned in your own secretions, but at least you weren’t in imminent danger of dying of heat stroke anymore. You leaned back on your elbows with another much more contented sigh and gave yourself a moment to let the last of that hot nausea settle.

“Oi! You horned bastard! Watch where you’re—”

There was a swirl of spitting green sparks and you looked back out onto the field just in time to get absolutely decimated by a Spelldrive disc to the face.

“He really didn’t mean it,” Lilia said, but he was laughing so hard into his fist that it was hard to make out anything beyond merry gurgling. “In fact, he’s really very upset about the whole thing.”

You stared blankly at the off-white walls of the infirmary, wondering how it was possible for one person’s luck to be this bad.

“Where is he?” you asked. Your tongue felt thick and sluggish.

“I don’t think he would appreciate me saying that he was off hiding—pouting, even,” the fey tutted, floating up to sit cross-legged at your eyelevel. “But I don’t believe there’s a much more accurate way of putting it.”

“Why would he be hiding?” you trudged forward again, mouth still entirely uncooperative. “I wanted to ask him something,” you admitted, chronically dejected and acutely brain damaged.

“Did you now?” Lilia grinned, something mischievous and far too knowing lighting his wine-red eyes.

You nodded. You could feel the tug of the bandages around your forehead.

“Well, I’ll ask that you be patient with him,” he sighed fondly, reaching out to pat your cheek. “For all his years, our Prince is still a bit stunted.”

“Oh, please! He’s six and a half feet tall!” you complained.

Lilia laughed again, doubling over in the air and doing a full roll about—like a pill bug.

“Oh, dear,” he snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he straightened back out to lounge upside down by one of the rafters. “You do deserve each other.”

This was it. The final countdown. Friday.

The Unbirthday Party was this afternoon, and with God and the Heavens as your witness, you would be dragging Malleus Draconia there with you if it was the last thing you did.

‘The hardest part is supposed to be the rejection,’ you thought bitterly. ‘Not that crap leading up to it. This is bullshit. I want a refund.’

But no, if the Universe was going to be so cruel to you, then you were just going to have to be needlessly paranoid and prepared in advance. You set aside two spare sets of clothing and an umbrella. You packed an entire feast’s worth of provisions in case a fucking hole decided to open up in the ground or something and trap you in a cave for a week. You scribbled a little ‘Would you please go with me to the Unbirthday Party today’ on not one, or two, but three separate notes. Each in a different pocket. And laminated. And, perhaps most daring of all, you walked up to Ace and Deuce that morning with a stiff upper lip and an even stiffer spine.

“I’m going to ask Tsunotarou to come to the Unbirthday Party today,” you told them, fighting the urge to twist your hands into your jacket sleeves.

“What?” Ace choked, just as Deuce stepped in to clobber him over the back of the head and tell you very sweetly that he was sure that the House Warden would appreciate that very much.

“You must like him a lot,” your blue haired friend said, polite but clearly also at least a little unnerved.

“Yeah,” you sighed miserably, thinking of each and every horrible failure as the world at large fought your stupid affections at every turn. “I guess I do.”

So you went about your day like a soldier trudging through a warzone—always at the ready for something unknowable to fuck you over yet again. You looked twice around every corner, always let someone else walk through a doorway first, immediately spritzed Azul in the face with a spray bottle when he tried to start a conversation. It wasn’t paranoia when you knew the universe was out to get you.

The school day was coming to an end and so far you’d managed to avoid any catastrophes. When you caught sight Malleus off in the distance, you had to fight down the sudden swell of dueling panic and hope that blocked off your throat. You made eye contact with the fey prince from across the near empty corridor and he seemed to straighten. You took a deep breath and took one step forward, then another.

“Tsunotarou!” you called cheerfully. “I was wondering if you—”

“FIRE!” Crowley wailed, careening around the corner with all the urgency of someone who very much genuinely cared about the safety of their school and all its inhabitants. Which was outright ridiculous. His glowing, golden, eyes locked on you like you’d been the target of this caterwauling all along, and you wanted to scream. “Ah! My most darling and favorite of Prefects! You have to help! There’s a fire in—”

“No,” you snarled, like some great monster of old. And you watched the Headmaster pale beneath his bird mask. You reached out to pat his shoulder with a pleasantly threatening thump. thump. thump. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to sort it out on your own, sir. Have a lovely afternoon!”

And before you could chicken out, or something else could happen—like a tornado ripping the entire school up at its base and flinging you into Oz—you rushed forward and latched onto Malleus’s sleeve with a wide, panicked, sort of look in your eyes. Hisown eyes went round and wide, but he didn’t pull away, so step one complete.

“Please come to Heartslaybul’s Unbirthday Party with me!” You entreated. “As my date! With me! Together!” you word vomited, clutching at his sleeve even tighter.

“Oh,” Malleus breathed—those sharp, reptilian, pupils of his jumping into something soft and huge that swallowed the green of his irises in a sea of black. A pale, rose, pink crept along the tips of his pointed ears and you could feel your own cheeks blazing like a bonfire.

“Yup,” you nodded lamely, realizing you were still clutching his hand like a starving leper.

“Lilia had mentioned that you might…” he trailed off, gaze sliding to your fingers tangled beside his. “I hadn’t thought that—well…” He cleared his throat and stood to his full height with a puff that almost looked prideful. “Nevertheless,” he grinned, almost shy, and offered you his arm. “Shall we?”

You were going to die. Keel over. That would be the cosmos’s final strike against you. But though your heart beat like a rapid drum in your chest, you didn’t actually collapse in cardiac arrest. Your blood felt warm, but not with fever. It was… You’d actually done it!

You fought the urge to squeal and instead ducked excitedly against Malleus’s side with a secret little fist bump. His arm wound snuggly through yours and you were still too high on the thrill of victory to even consider being embarrassed about it.

“It may surprise you to know,” he said as you walked together towards the Queen of Heart’s Dormitory. “That I actually was attempting to ask something similar of you for this past week as well.”

“Really?” you gaped.

He nodded. “But it seemed as though fate itself was conspiring against me. The first evening went poorly, and then the next day you’d been cursed into silence. And you even ended up injured during one of my attempts.”

“The Spelldrive disc?” you blinked.

“Unfortunately,” Malleus sighed, leading you towards the familiar rose gardens. Which were lovely as always, and perfectly well painted for the afternoon’s festivities, and—

And… also on fire.

“Well what do you know…” you mumbled as you watched a furious Riddle chase a screeching Ace through the flaming fields. Trey had his head in his hands. Cater was filming the whole thing with an artful smear of ash drawn across his cheek.

Malleus made a low rumble of discontentment and you immediately swung the pair of you around to start heading back towards the Mirror Chamber.

“Not to worry!” you beamed, pointedly jostling the full picnic lunch in your bag. Sure, it hadn’t ended up being a gaping hole that had dragged you straight into the bowels of the abyss, but hey. Hellfire was hellfire. “I came prepared.”

“So did I,” Malleus smirked, the points of his canines peaking out of his lower lip. He twisted his fingers and the pair of you were surrounded in puffs of floating, sparkling, green lights.

And despite the Universe technically, yet again, having come out on top and flipped you and your date the proverbial middle finger, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be too upset at all.

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buterccup · 1 year

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GEN Z READER IN TASK FORCE 141 HC + könig!! PT 2

A/N: You guys are so sweet!! Thank you for the support on the first part of Gen z! Reader series/ Daffodil series, it seriously means a lot! And since I saw someone ask for König I decided to add him too, our baby deserves some love too! And again if anyone has codename ideas please tell me because I am still considering changing Daffodil to something else!

Warnings: Dark humour, Suicide jokes, simping, swearing, mentions of parents leaving the reader, basically gen z stuff, usual CoD violence, wholesome family stuff,

Character(s): Soap, Gaz, John, Ghost, Price, könig x Gn! reader (Mention of Laswell and Graves)

Codename: Daffodil

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

It had been a couple months since you joined the task force and met your boys and they are happy you are with them, and despite being thick-skinned and having a very fucked humour you can get emotional at times.

One time you got upset over something and hugged the closes person to you.

It was Ghost.

And surprisingly he didn't mind, he understood that you were still young and needed comfort. So he gave you comfort that he never got properly when he was younger.

But once you told Ghost that you loved him which caught him off guard and made him stay away from you for a bit to process what you said.

Of course you told him you loved him through texts but hearing you say it was a whole other story.

The others get this treatment too.

Even if you're not upset you'll randomly say that you love them, which they find sweet but they all were caught off guard at first by the sudden burst of affection.

But they got used to it!

But there was one thing they weren't getting used to, your jokes.

Price swears he can feel himself get grey hair every time he hears one of your 'jokes'.

They even came up with a very...odd name for them: "Dil Humour"

When they first started saying the little inside joke you looked at them like they said something horrible.

"Excuse me?? Dil humour????"

"You know ill but instead of ill it's dil from Daffodil- No?.."

"Stop..."

To say the least you were not impressed and you were sure Price came up with it.

But you still loved them anyways.

Even with that ugly hat.

You swear he committed a war crime by just wearing it but he lets you wear it just to spite you. Aw.

You made a Spotify playlist for all your boys and continuously added songs to them until you're ready to share it with them.

One time Gaz caught you adding songs to Soap's playlist and tried to peek over your shoulder.

"What are you doing."

"Your mom"

"Never mind.."

And you may or may not have made one for König.

I mean who could blame you?!

When you first saw the man you were in the mess hall eating with your boys, sitting in between Ghost and Soap, minding your own business until you saw the newest love of your life.

You started to choke while slamming the table with a red ass face.

And you bet that Ghost was the first one to slam his hand onto your back while Soap sat wide-eyed at what just happened.

Before any of your boys could say anything you were looking around like a hawk and getting up to talk to König.

To say the least your boys were in shock and stayed that way until you came back minutes later with a huge smile on your face.

"I GOT A NEW BAE"

"Shh..." (🧼)

"I got a new bae!"

"Oh yeah?" (🧼)

"Fucking what." (💀)

(that one unas anus moment)

And after a while you started sending König so many heart locket gifs of him and a lot of bear memes.

You don't what it is about the guy but he is GIVING bear.

Anyways you love this man to pieces and will always try your best to control yourself and not say any suicide jokes around him.

But you can control yourself so much.

The first ever time König heard you threaten to shoot yourself his eyes widened.

The poor thing was worried for you since all he's ever seen of you was sunshine and memes.

He would just place his hands on your shoulders and make you look him in the eyes as he asks if you're okay and if you ever need to talk you can always go to him.

You sometimes go training with him too and you couldn't stop fawning over how strong he was in your head.

And speaking of training, you also go train with your boys too.

There was one time, Soap was doing push ups and he thought it would be fun to have you sit on his back.

And who were you to say no to that.

Although sometimes you go to the 141 group chat and send memes.

Gaz is always the first to respond.

Always.

Gaz: Where did you find this??

Foap: Daffo this isn't funny

Price: Kid

Gaz: Aren't you two supposed to be training

Price: Where are you both

Baby gril: Is that me?

Soap or whoever is training you always end up finding you when you send jokes like those and make you work extra hard during train with him which makes you cry internally.

Speaking AGAIN of your humour one time you were fighting off one of the enemies and he landed quite a hard punch on you, cutting your cheek in the progress, but once the boys showed up the guy was dead and most of his blood was on your hands. Literally and figuratively.

There was no way of telling which one of the boys came up to you first but they definitely kept asking about your cheek.

"Are you sure you're okay soldier?"

"Yeah I'm sure, my dad hit harder anyway-"

"Daffodil."

They weren't happy with what you said, especially Price

Your boys will never forget the day when they found out that you couldn't drive.

At first everything was a blur, it was during a mission and you all had to fall back, and you somehow got into the driver's seat while Price, Ghost and Soap were in the back while Gaz got in the passenger's seat.

Ghost would have a bullet in his arm while Price and Soap shouted at you to go.

You floored it.

The sudden action made Soap hit his head against the car wall while Gaz and Price were yelling at you to stop.

"YOU SHOULD'VE LEARNT THIS WHEN YOU WERE IN TRAINING."

" JUST GIVE ME THE WHEEL!"

"DEADASS MIGHT THROW UP"

"DAFFODIL-"

They vowed they would never let you drive again until someone teaches you.

You were just bored one day so you beelined your way to Gaz's room and slammed yourself onto his bed.

Of course Gaz was shocked once he saw you enter his room but soon got on with whatever he was doing.

And just like Price, he would never tell you to get out of his room unless it was super important and would just talk with you about random things and let you vent to him.

Somehow you always end up getting all sentimental and it's just really sweet in the end.

Soap sings in the shower.

And Lord have mercy if you hear him you will ALWAYS join in and vice versa.

You two are a power duo.

There was this one time you convinced Ghost and Price to go catfishing with you on a dating app with your phone.

Their names were Gina and Fraincesca and it was very chaotic.

One time one of the people that matched with them started texting your phone during a meeting with Laswell and Graves and since it was going nowhere you checked one of the messages to see a voice message and then-

"Hey baby gorl."

"I'm going to actually kill myself, I will shoot myself right now it's not funny, I have a letter under my bed guys Imma go-"

"Daffodil."

Soap and Gaz still won't let you live properly after that no matter how much Price and Laswell tell them to stop.

Meanwhile Ghost and Grave would just act like nothing happened.

But even after what happened and the relentless teasing Soap and Gaz would do they still cared.

Live, Love, Laugh guys.

Requests: Closed

(Part 3 coming soon and also a one-shot!)

Tag list:

@agspgrwasb

@hwrtsiren

@red-plaidedandcladed

@justmare

@bitchigoteverythingissues

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cvlutos · 1 year

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“No Nut November” Pt.1

| Repost: 01.10.23 | 1.3K | Mature |

NRC 1st Years X GN!Reader

♡ ACE TRAPPOLA ♡

LOSER #ONE

Swore he wouldn’t fail. Would not shut the fuck up. Would constantly brag about how well he did. When it’s only been a day. He’s the most likely to fail on the 1st day. Not even most likely, he does. That’s mad embarrassing but will most definitely lie for the entire month.

He 100% blames you. You just happened to wear a hot-ass outfit [very very casual relaxation clothes] when he came to Ramshackle after school, he swears you did it on purpose. When he returns to Heartslabyul, exhausted from studying but trying to hide his hard-on, he makes a beeline for the bathroom. Nearly ripping his belt off, biting his bottom lip as his hands make contact with his dick.

“This is all your fault—”

♡ DEUCE SPADE ♡

LOSER #TWO

Definitely was aware of No Nut November, but didn’t really get the hype, nor were girls really attracted to him during his delinquent days. [He’s lying. Deuce had girls flocking to him in droves. He’s just oblivious] Deuce doesn’t really view himself as a sexual person until he met you. Unlike Ace, he’s taking it seriously. He’s gonna prove he has self-restraint and is better than Ace. Fails on the 2nd day, partly because he forgot, but also because you smiled at him. He won’t lie, but at the same time will dance around the topic for the rest of November. It’s pretty obvious to everyone he failed.

He swears he isn’t some sexual deviant. You’re just so kind and sweet, and a wonderful person. He can’t help himself. The thought doesn’t cross his mind’ til he’s already close. Laying on his side, his face shoves further into the fabric of your shirt. He lets out a choked groan, desperately fucking his fist. He’s already so close, might as well finish. You won’t ever know.

“... I’m sorry, [Name]...”

♡JACK HOWL ♡

LOSER #THREE

Let’s be honest. Jack knows and finds it annoying, like what’s the purpose? Will definitely participate when Ace makes fun of him for not being able to last. He’s competitive. Will act all high and mighty and honestly does well. I give him 15 days at most before he breaks. He most likely forgot the first 10 days, but then started to notice you a lot more, like the way your eyes seem to sparkle, and your laugh is something he can’t ignore. The next 5, he’s forcing himself through and is becoming mad grumpy, cause well.

Says fuck it the moment he sees your skin that’s usually covered. [You showed him a portion of your stomach or bare legs, he’s going feral] Before you can say a thing, Jack is already gone, deciding that he’d be unable to walk into his dorm without drawing attention to himself, he’s deep in the forest. Leaning against a tree, imagining his hand is you. At Least he doesn’t have to clean up much. He’s slightly guilty for the next few days, but won’t tell you, but you will see an influx of gifts.

“This is so embarrassing…”

♡ EPEL FELMIER ♡

LOSER #FOUR

Almost as loud as Ace, with his bragging. Especially with just your friend's group, no Vil or Rook in sight. He’s letting his country accent fly, with not a damn care. It’s a little funny and cute. Don’t say that to his face. I’m gonna make an educated guess and say he definitely needs to bust it at least once a day. He gets even worse after meeting you, often disappearing into the bathroom, but who needs it for 20 minutes on average? I don’t know what’s worse, Ace bragging and losing the 1st day. Or Epel hyping himself up, only for you to mention how hot he is.

He’s already leaking. He sits on the toilet seat of your bathroom, rubbing his nose against your damp shower towel, squeezing his eyes shut, pumping his dick desperately. You name tumbles from his lips, muffled and desperate. He compares succeeding NNN to being a stronger man, and most definitely falls the 1st hour of making his bet. Will ask Jack hypotheticals, and he’s just like, ‘I don’t know, man’. Similar to Deuce, he will jump around the topic, or suddenly switch up. Saying NNN is dumb. Like bffr.

“No Nut November iz dumb! No, I didn’ fail, ya jerk”

♡ SEBEK ZIGVOLT ♡

ONLY WINNER

Now, I know what you are thinking. Ain’t no way. Sebek is loud and most likely has announced his displeasures with NNN. It’s childish. Uncouth. For the dumb and ignorant. Wait—you think it’s funny and cool? He guesses he can try, and will publicly and I mean publicly announce his plans to win. And he will. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his challenges. Sebek is a knight in training and has amazing self-control. And last half the month without trouble, the other half, he’s just missing. You see him in all his classes, but he’s avoiding you like the plagues.

He is giving his all to winning. The moment December 1st strikes, he’s acting a damn fool. Fucking his hand, bed, blankets, anything and everything, cause cumming once just isn’t enough. He’s gonna casually NOT, will do a fucking public service announcement about his winnings. Gods, he’s embarrassing. Will not shut up. Please say you’re proud of him.

“Of course I won. As Lord Malleus Knight—”

#t.manor.erotic.stories #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola smut #deuce spade smut #jack howl smut #epel felmier smut #sebek zigvolt smut

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♥️MCYT as Types of Munches♥️

Idk if some of these things need to have a warning, but better safe than sorry

Warnings: face sitting, power play kinda maybe, cum eating whoops, overstimulation, crying if you squint, body worship a lil, mention of alcohol/addiction?, sexual torture kinda?, mention of restraints, restraint if you squint

The MCYTs as different types of munches.

Dream-Torturous

Dream is an ass. He loves eating you out, he really does and he makes sure to tell you that, however its like a weapon. And don’t get me wrong there’s some days where he’s very sweet and doesn’t over do it, really just wanting to savor your taste, but most days it almost feels like a threat when he offers to eat you out (in a good way). He’s feral, once he starts it’s like he can’t stop until you physically can’t take it anymore, crying, squirting, shaking and aching. No matter how tight you squeeze his head with your thighs, he can’t help keep going, only stopping if you tap out. Literally. Like in wrestling when you’re put into a choke hold and you have to tap the ground or the persons arm, that’s exactly what you have to do with him. He refuses to have you restrained in any way when he eats you out for that very reason. But god, the orgasms and highs he pulls out of you are worth every ache and pain you wake up with the next morning.

Sapnap-Encouragement

Everyone has this idea that Sapnap is in love with face sitting, and I’m sure he is, but there’s something he loves more, which contributes to why he loves face sitting: Encouragement. He loves eating you out making you cum over and over again until you can’t handle it, just so he can tell you that “you’ve got this, just one more baby”. That’s half of why he loves face sitting, his encouragements have a bigger effect. He tells you to grind down on his tongue, and that you have all the power to make yourself cum. Because of your need, obviously you do; however once you try to pull away is when he wraps his arms around your thighs, pinning you to his mouth as he pulls a second, third and fourth orgasm out of you from his tongue.

Georgenotfound-Adoration

George doesn’t have the highest sex drive, so eating you out isn’t regular, but it is a must when you do have sex. He spends more time with his mouth between your legs than his hips, especially after making you cum. He has a thing for that- eating you out right after making you cum so he can taste all you have to offer. As much as that sounds like it’s a power thing, where he wants to overstimulate you, it’s not. It’s an adoration thing. Although he is rough at times and more dominant, his genuine emotional attraction to you over rides anything else. Wanting to taste everything you have to offer is part of him memorizing your body, worshiping it and adoring every drop of you. He wants to remember that taste forever, he wants to remember the way your legs quiver and the way your eyes gloss, he wants to know you better than anyone else, and that includes the way you taste.

Punz-Compersion

Eating you out is the equivalent to a quickie with Punz, except it’s never quick when he has time. If on the off chance either of you are needy and you don’t have the time for him to fully ruin you, he would be perfectly content with just eating you out and waiting until later to get any pleasure for himself. Eating you out brings him genuine pleasure, mostly from the sounds you make. However, if he has the time to indulge himself, you can bet your ass that he’s spending no less than an hour with his head between your legs. He’s an ass about it, teasing you and calling you filthy names all the while laughing when you whine, but you can see through it easily, seeing the ways his eyelids flutter close when he sucks on your clit and feeling the slight sigh of relief against your cunt when he finally gets to taste you after a long day. Yeah, he’ll act all tough and cocky, but you know he gets off on it just as much as you do.

Karl Jacobs-Service

I think you all have a general idea of what I’m going to say about him. Everyone has this idea that Karl is incredibly submissive, however I prefer to think the opposite, but the reasoning for that is for another time. Keeping that in mind, i imagine karl being more of a service dom, wanting to pleasure you being his main priority, his pleasure being secondary. He likes eating you out for fun, without any expectation of having sex or the favor being returned. Half the times he’s not even horny when he asks to, he just has an urge to make you feel good, and him getting turned on by your little whines is just a by-product. Absolutely walks up behind you while your cooking, kneels behind you to eat you out, makes you cum on his tongue, cleans you up, and smacks your ass on his way out of the room to handle his hard-on on his own.

Awesamdude- Sweet

Sam is a big guy, I feel like that’s a pretty well known fact. Muscular, tall, and over all just big. Despite his physically strong and hard appearance, his approach on eating you out is much softer than you’d expect- at first, anyways. He’d be extra gentle, kissing all over your thighs and going extra slow until your begging for him to go faster or do more. Of course since you asked so nicely he would, but only enough to make you stop begging. This man loves your thighs tucked tightly around his head, but he loves your sweet sounds more, wanting to draw out as many as possible, so his hands would be tucked under your knees with them pushed up to your chest so he could have full range and control. He’s absolutely in love with making you feel good, and seeing your face and chest flushed red with embarrassment as you cum would only motivate him to keep going. The sweetest guy really, just wanting you to feel good and be the reason you do.

Foolish- Pussy-Drunk

Foolish has learned that eating you out is the equivalent of having alcohol hooked to his arm via IV. The combination of seeing you completely loose yourself because of his tongue alone, and the distinct taste of your arousal that he is so fond of makes it addicting. No matter how you taste, knowing that it is you, that he’s tasting your arousal, knowing he’s tasting you is enough to make him love it. It lights a fire in him he can’t quite explain, maybe it’s a power rush for being able to do so much to you by doing so little, or it’s an urge to service you and give you exactly what you want, because who could say no to someone who looks so precious with their legs shaking around his head? He’d absolutely end up moaning on your cunt, one hand jerking himself off while the other held your hip gently. You’re addictive, that’s just all there is to it.

#dream smut #sapnap smut #georgenotfound smut #punz smut #karl jacobs smut #awesamdude smut #foolish smut #mcyt smut

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Lay All Your Love On Me Chapter 8- On the Edge

Jake Kiszka x Reader and Josh Kiszka x Reader

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AN: Hi everyone! Here is the eighth chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! This is a CRAZYYYY one. We will be compensating for everyone's therapy for this chapter and the next. Enjoy the eighth chapter, On the Edge.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT: Oral (M receiving), Sexting, Degradation, praise, SUBBBBB JAKE...., Dom reader, Cum play, Edging, Phone Sex

Vomit

Oh fuck. It felt like you couldn’t get out of your bed fast enough, you just barely got to the bathroom fast enough before releasing your regrets of last night into the toilet. Ughhh. You wipe your face with toilet paper, feeling a sudden wave of relief. Last night was something. Something you slightly forget, but also don’t. Ew. You walk over to the sink to rinse your mouth out with water and give them a quick brush before going back to bed.

When you wake up again, you roll over to your phone to check the time. 12:14pm. Not too bad for only having one class today. You saw a few messages on your phone but first a message from the GroupMe the musical uses to communicate.

9:47am Dr.Coleman: Hello everyone. Due to unforeseen events, practice will be canceled for today. Although, I can not force you to do anything I would highly recommend reading over your parts because we will be doing a full walk through sometime next week. I know it may seem early but we have to be prepared. See you All on Monday. Have a good weekend!

“Yessss.” You flop right back onto your bed and text Josh.

12:17pm y/n: I’m so happy we don’t have practice. What time did you wanna call tonight so I can make sure I’m free?

12:20pm Josh: Is 11 okay?

12:22pm y/n: Sounds good, my last class is done at 5 so I’ll get dinner with my friends and chill til then.

12:23pm Josh: I can’t wait, beautiful, I’ll be thinking about you 😘

You really liked this side of Josh, it gave you butterflies in your stomach. He was being so sweet to you, but you’d be met with completely different texts from his other half.

Holy shit. The texts that you received from Jake last night were far from being sweet and innocent.

1:37am Jake: Fuck y/n, you’re a dirty fucking slut. Grabbing yourself like that. Trying to lick yourself, I can do that for you baby. I’ll please you.

1:39am Jake: God you make me wanna touch myself. You bring out a different side of me. You take control of me, make me wanna do disgusting things. I bet you like that though.

1:40am Jake: I’m going to make good use of that pretty mouth tomorrow. You understand that? You're my dirty little secret, and I’m gonna get all the use out of you until this comes to an end. Just like these slutty pictures and videos you sent.

1:51am Jake: 1 Attachment: 1 Video 1:51am Jake: Fuck baby, you make me a mess. You see what you do to me, you make me cum so fucking hard. I wish your mouth was around my cock. That's what I think about, those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my fat cock. Choking and gagging you, while I’m so deep down your throat.

1:52am Jake: I wish I could see your perfect tits as much as my fucking brother. It's not fair that he gets to see them just because he’s casted as your ‘love interest.’ If I knew it would be like that, I would have tried out.

He was really going through it last night, but what did he mean by ‘using that pretty mouth tomorrow?’

12:31pm y/n: Looks like you had a pretty late night, did you miss me?

12:33pm Jake: I did, but you seemed to have an eventful night too. I saw your private story. You looked drunk off your ass, how much did you drink?

12:35pm y/n: 2 shots of vodka, Long Island iced tea, Strawberry Daiquiri, Corona, maybe something else Idk. I kinda forgot honestly.

12:39pm Jake: What the fuck, how in the hell did you not get alcohol poisoning?!

12:41pm y/n: My body is immune I guess. I’m fucking feeling it this morning though, trust me. Now let me ask you a question. When you said ‘I’m going to make good use of that pretty mouth tomorrow,’ was that an in the moment thing or…

12:43pm Jake: Wouldn’t you like to know. Just keep your phone nearby today during class. See you later darling😘.

What the fuck does that mean. You decide to try your best to ignore it, getting ready for your day as usual. Even though you were doing the utmost to shake it from your brain, Jake was still lingering in the back of it.

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You’re bored out of your mind, sitting there in your free elective, Introduction to Ethics. You completely regret taking this course, even though you heard it was an easy A. You thought about what would be happening this weekend, you were a little stressed. Hanging out with Josh and staying over at his apartment is one thing. But knowing Jake would also be there was stress inducing.

You were zoning out, only catching glimpses of the professor’s lesson. The boy next to you was very focused and interested, two things you were not. You glance over at him very unsubtly, taking a quick peek at his notes. His paper is almost completely filled up, whereas yours is still absolutely blank. His gaze catches your eye and he takes a look down at your notebook. He notices the empty page and lightly pushes his notebook over to you, allowing you to snap a quick photo.

“Thank you, I owe you one,” you send him a flirty wink.

He looks down at his paper, blush forming across his pale, freckled cheeks. “Anytime and if you need help with anything I can always be your tutor.” He pulls his notebook back and begins to scribble on it again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smirk at him. You were in fact not going to be keeping that in mind because the class was easy as fuck. You just didn’t find the subject interesting enough for you to care. You didn't care about moral relativism or utilitarianism, you just wanted to get out of the class.

You feel a vibration from under your thigh where your phone was located. You reach under and grab it, checking the notifications.

4:17pm Jake: Where are you?

4:18pm y/n: In class

4:18pm Jake: No shit, what building are you in?

4:19pm y/n: I’m in Angell, room 2224

4:20pm Jake: Okay, I’m on my way.

Why is he coming to my class? You were beyond confused, but since you were on your phone you decided to do some mindless scrolling through instagram. A few minutes later, another text comes through.

4:28pm Jake: Come outside the classroom, bring your stuff.

4:29pm y/n: Why?

4:29pm Jake: Stop fucking questioning me and get your ass outside.

You gather your things and quietly slip out the door. Your professor sends a little wave and a smile as you walk out the door, you reciprocate the gesture.

As you step out of the classroom you look left to see no one, then right to see Jake sitting on the cushioned chairs outside the classroom. When he looks up from his phone he stands and darts to the right making his way down the hall. You follow behind not knowing where he is going.

“Jake, where are you going?” Your legs pick up the pace. “If you're gonna make me leave class, at least have a reason.”

He stops suddenly, turning towards you grabbing your wrist. “I said stop asking fucking questions or else.” He throws your wrist back down and restarts his mission.

“Or what, Jake? You can’t do anything out here.” You boldly snap back at him.

“You're right, I can’t.” He grabs your wrist once more and drags you quickly to a specific classroom. When he pulls you inside you can barely see a thing. There are no windows, just a cement room, with a single skylight lighting the middle of the tiny classroom. You hear the sound of the door locking as he stands in front of it.

“Get on your knees.” You hesitate, everything happening so fast. “I said get on your fucking knees y/n, or are you deaf?” His aggressiveness takes you back a bit. You shrug your backpack off, then slowly make your way onto your knees.

“I’m gonna say it once, what you did last night was slutty. Teasing me with that fucking video knowing I couldn’t do anything about it other than touch myself. So you're gonna pay me back and use your mouth the way it should be used, sucking my cock. Not trying to suck your own tits, got it?”

“Oh! So, that’s what this is?” You push him back against the door, slowly begin to unbuckle his pants. “Poor Jakey just needs his cock sucked? You’re just so desperate for a blowjob that you use my video from last night as an excuse to get one. You know I could have been sucking some other guys dick last night.” You pull his boxers down releasing his cock, slapping against his stomach. “Does that make you mad, knowing my lips could have been wrapped around some other guy's cock, not having to keep it a secret.” You press light kisses onto his throbbing tip. “So fucking horny for me baby, so I will suck you off, but tell me why you actually want me here.”

He looks down to you, completely in awe. “I needed you baby. That video you sent me last night was so fucking hot. I just need you to suck my cock, please, I’m begging.”

You teasingly lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, not making any moves to go further.

“You're gonna have to beg a lot more Jakey, you think you’re in charge here but you’re not, and I’ll tease you as long as I want until I think you’ve earned it.” Placing a few more kisses down his cock.

“Please baby, I’m so fucking desperate for you. I cum just thinking about you at night, thats how fucking bad I need this. All I’ve ever wanted was your lips wrapped around my cock. I hear people talk about it and it makes me want it even more. Making the excuse is all I could think of to get you to suck me off because I didn’t wanna beg, but I will. Please y/n, I’m so fucking horny for you I need this.” He looks down to you with begging eyes.

“Such a good boy, Jakey.” You say as you once again take his cock into your hand. You hear him whimper slightly under his breath. “Does someone like being called that? You put up this dominant front, but you're just a little bitch who wants to be told what to do. Isn’t that right?’

Another whimper escapes his lips, solidifying the fact that yes he did enjoy being called ‘a good boy’.

“Tell me what you think about baby, tell me all the things you think about alone when you're jerking off. If you stop, I'm gonna leave you to finish it yourself.” You fire at him, you feel your own wetness beginning to pool in your panties.

Jake’s POV

Fuck. You almost came just from that alone. This is everything you’ve ever wanted. Since freshman year, you had it bad for her. Hearing what she did to all those other guys made your blood boil. But now it's your turn. You were her bitch and you couldn’t give one shit.

“Please y/n I’m so desperate I’ll tell you anything.” You can’t help but be a submissive mess for her, she just has such a fucking hold on you.

“So tell me Jakey, how long have you been thinking about me when you touch yourself, and what you think about.” She takes your cock all the way into her mouth, pulling it back out, sending your head against the door. “Oh and Jake…” You look down on her. “No cumming til I say so, got it?”

“Fuck- anything for you, darling, anything,” You whine out as she bobs her head up and down, slowly, on your throbbing cock.

She looks up to you with her big doe eyes, waiting for you to start talking.

“Oh fuck, um, the first time I saw you, you were all- all I could think about.” You struggle to get any of your sentences out, as she resumes her painfully slow bobbing on your dick.

“I would look at your insta all the time. I would think about what it would be like to get with you. I would purposefully go to the dining hall when I knew you’d be there, oh fuck, just to get a good look at you.” Your breathing picked up as soon as y/n started humming around your cock, inducing an unholy moan to release from your throat. “Once it started getting around to the school that you were just sleeping around I was pissed, not at you, but at the guys you got with. I wanted- fuck- I wanted nothing more than to be one of those guys.” She picks up the pace on your cock, making you close to losing it. “And since I couldn’t be one of those guys, I thought about what it would be like.”

You shut your mouth, trying your very best to stop your moans from slipping past your lips. You’re silent for a few minutes as she continues to work on your cock, but after noticing the silence she pulls away.

“Are you scared someones gonna hear baby, isn’t this what you wanted? You wanted to let everyone know that I sucked your thick cock. That’s all you’ve ever wanted, so enjoy it baby. Savor it. Or else you're not cumming, at least not from me, you can do it yourself. Slut.” She was spurring you on, bringing you even closer to orgasm.

You watch her intently as your hands travel to the shoulders of her shirt, balling them up in the palms of your hands. She slows down and pulls her mouth off slowly, leaving a string of saliva hanging from her lips connecting her to your dick. “You want this off Jakey?” She says grabbing at her shirt. You nod frantically, your eyes fully concentrated on her. “All you have to do is ask, tell me what you want.”

“Please y/n take off your shirt, let me see your perfect tits.” She smiles back up to you. Her hands grab at the hem of her shirt, swiftly pulling it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a little baby blue mesh bra. It wasn’t covering much, because you could fully see her nipples through it. “Please baby, can I take it off. I wanna see everything. Wanna see your pretty tits” She nods, your hand trailing behind her back, clipping it off her and letting it fall to the ground.

“Such a slutty man, I like that.” She brings her hand near her mouth before spitting into it, and pumping your cock. “Now tell me what you think about Jake, you know… when you're jerking yourself off to me like a fucking whore.” She’s gonna be the death of you.

“I think about a moment just like this, you sucking my cock. Most of the times I finish in your mouth and you swallow it, but other times I- fuck- I cum on your tits.”

She smiles up at you with a malicious look on her face. “I like that idea, wanna make that happen right now.”

“Ughhh fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum.” Your hand goes to her head, pushing her mouth back down around your cock. “Please let me cum baby I’m so close.” Her head bobs up faster and faster.

She pulls back for a moment and continues jerking you off. “Cum for me Jakey, show me how much of a good boy you are. Come on, cum all over my tits Jake, fulfill that fantasy, you dirty little slut.” With a few more pumps you're on the edge and can’t take it any longer. You release all over her tits along with screaming her name.

“Fuck y/n… Holy shit baby. You’re fucking perfect.” You say as you’re panting for air.

She looks up to you while her fingers go to her tits, gathering as much cum as she can get before sucking it off her fingers, continuing her deep eye contact.

“You’re a fucking maniac. You make me wanna tell everyone about you, I want you so bad.” She begins to stand up wrapping her bra back on her.

“You wish, Jakey.” She grabs her shirt pulling it back over her head. “Hopefully that’ll hold you over, and give you something new to think about. See you soon.” She sends a wink your way as she grabs her bag and makes her way back out the door she just came from.

Wait- what the fuck just happened?

y/n’s POV

As you make the grueling walk back to your dorm you take a moment to reflect on your actions of today. If someone had told you a month ago that you’d just finished sucking off Jake Kiszka in an empty classroom, you’d never believe them. Especially a begging submissive one, but I guess that’s just the effect you have on people.

As you open the door you’re met by Charlotte sitting on the couch staring at you like a parent waiting for their child to come home from a late party. She sat there with her arms crossed as if she was sitting there for a while just waiting for you to walk in. She glares at you as you drop your backpack off at the door.

“Where were you?” She questions beginning to cross her legs.

“In class?” You give her a weird look. Why is she interrogating you?

“Wellllll, you are late getting home. You usually get back around 5:15ish, it's 5:47, why so late.”

“Why are you acting like the police? It just took me longer to get back today, that's all.” You begin to walk back to your room, but Charlotte follows quickly behind you.

“Well that’s what I’d normally expect, but Sierra told me you left class early today, and she wondered if you went home because you were sick. So I just wanna know where you were.” She raises an eyebrow at you.

Shit.

“Well, I wasn’t feeling good so I went to the bathroom, I threw up a little.” You’re quick to defend yourself, hoping she won’t see through your lies.

“Makes sense. I know you like giving head, but I didn’t think that meant you’d start throwing up cum, you know since it’s dried up around your mouth.” You quickly look in the mirror. There it was a little patch of dried cum right in the corner of your mouth, definitely not one of your best moments.

“And not to play investigator but I went onto snap maps and saw that Josh was on the other side of campus, so who were you with y/n? Oh wait, I actually know because I saw you and another familiar bitmoji in a random classroom. So how long have you been fucking Jake Kiszka?” Charlotte shot you a knowing look, as you sigh in defeat.

“Ugh fine. We fucked ONCE, okay? Just one time. It was nothing serious.” You shrug it off as if it was nothing. Charlotte’s eyes widen, and you feel a pang of guilt sharpen in your chest. “Plus it’s not like Josh and I were a thing. That was all after he stormed off about being friendzoned.”

“Oh my fucking God. Does Josh know?” She questions you, you could tell she felt a little hurt that you’d kept such a thing from her. You usually tell each other everything.

“Umm, not really. So, you CAN NOT tell him, understand?” You were practically begging her, you couldn’t risk Josh finding out.

“You know I can’t lie.” She says with her puppy dog eyes.

You sigh, “I know Char but you need to not say anything. Okay? Don’t be around him, avoid him.”

“Okay I’ll try, so you guys just fucked in that classroom?”

Now realizing there is more to the story and you have exposed yourself you decide to come clean.

“Well not technically…”

“But you said you only did it once… OMG. y/n. It has happened more than once. When?”

I’m going to hell.

“Umm, the night I went to apologize to Josh.” You avert your eyes to the floor, avoiding eye contact. You were embarrassed and ashamed.

“HOLY SHIT y/n.”

“I know, I know it sounds bad, but when I went over he wasn’t there. But Jake was, and he comforted me. And then he fucked me, like it was crazy.” You put your forehead in the palm of your hands,realizing everything you just said. “OMG Char! Wait, never mind its TMI.”

“NOPE share you shouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t want me to know the details.” She smirks at you with her pink lips.

“I don’t know how else to say this then just say it so, he made me squirt.”

“OMG OMG WHAT. This is actually crazy y/n. You should be telling everyone this.”

“No that's the thing, this whole thing is a secret. You weren’t supposed to know. While Josh and I aren’t dating it would kill him to know I fucked his brother, you can not tell anyone. None of my friends, none of yours, don’t even think about it okay? After this conversation it never gets brought up ever again.” You stick your pinky out to her, waiting for her to reciprocate the action.

She can tell this is stressing you, so without a fight she sticks out, sealing the pinky promise. “Just one more question and then I’ll never mention it again. I promise, pinky promise.”

You roll your eyes, “What Char.”

“What did you actually do in that classroom today, then?” She was on the edge of her seat.

“I sucked him off, it was crazy Char. You're not gonna believe this when I tell you. But he was begging, and whimpering, it was insane. He was so submissive. I never pictured him to act that way”

Her jaw opens, not being able to hide her reaction. “And I found out that he 's liked me since freshman year and that he jerks off thinking about me. He spilled so much about what he was thinking about, it was foul.”

Her mouth turns into a huge open mouth smile. “OMG, Jake Kiszka being a sub is not what I had on my spring semester bingo card. Did he call you mommy?”

“OMG nooooo. N-no, he didn't.” You were a little flustered after picturing him saying it in your mind.

“Would you let him?”

“Um, I-I don't know. Need any more details about my sex life?” You joke to her.

“I just wish my life was this interesting, I’m living vicariously through my sweet y/n.” She smirks at you and playfully shoves your shoulder. You roll your eyes at her, a chuckle passing through your lips.

“I’m just saying I haven't gotten any action in a while. Whenever you and Jake are done just pass him over my way.” Charlotte winks at you and turns to exit your room. You sigh and collapse onto your bed.

Why did things have to be so complicated? Why did you have to have feelings for the Kiszka twins? You were so confused, and quite frankly didn’t know where to go from here.

You loved the thrill you got when you were with Jake, the unpredictability and excitement was all consuming in his presence. Whereas with Josh he was so sweet and a charmer, for sure. The Sun and the Moon. The light and the dark. And with each day passing by, you didn’t know if you were more eager for the light to slowly creep in or the darkness to encompass you.

The evening was boring up until dinner. You laid in bed, did some homework and watched a few episodes of Victorious with Char out in the living room. While in the middle of an episode you and Charlotte get a text from your groupchat.

7:18pm Ari: Wanna walk the track after dinner, have a little yap sesh?

Char looks to you for an answer, not wanting to make the decision herself. You nod and reply back.

7:18pm y/n: Yes def.

You make your way back to your room and grab a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. You slipped on your Hokas and pulled your hair into a slick back ponytail. It had been a while since you ran and were looking forward to it. The musical has taken up most of your time so having time for your physical health would be nice.

Making your way to dinner, you and Char meet up with Ari and Mae, spending your time like you always do, ranting about your day and anything else on your mind. But the track was for gossip. What is said on the track stays on the track.

You take the first 30 minutes to run, pacing yourself and taking your breaks as needed. It had been a while so you were a little rough around the edges. After the first thirty you catch up to the group and join in on the convo.

“He’s actually so attractive though, like in a dilf-y way.” Char says.

“How old is he Char?” Ari asks, not knowing if she really wanted to know the answer.

“I don’t know, maybe like 50 something. He’s beekeeping age. OMG he actually keeps bees, that's so funny.” Char says giggling and twirling her hair around her finger.

“Char, have you ever heard of the term bimbo?” Mae asks sweetly.

“Um I don’t think so, what does it mean?” Char innocently questions.

“Doesn’t matter, just know you are one in the best way possible. You’re just so cute.” Mae replies.

Char smiles and keeps on walking with pep in her step. She's adorable.

“So y/n, are you gonna see Josh soon?”

“I am actually. I’m going to be calling him tonight to work on some musical stuff and tomorrow he’s taking me out somewhere.” You state.

“So a date? I thought you guys were just friends.” Char probes. You’re hoping and praying she does not bring up the things that went down between you and his twin.

“We are just friends.” You say sternly. “I’m sure it’ll be something casual, but I’m also hoping it’s somewhere nice. You know they have money to spend.”

“Maybe you’ll stay the night at his place. You’ll be able to see Josh and Jake.” She sends you a devious wink.

Are you serious Char? You shoot her a glare, telling her to knock it off. She catches your drift.

“But I’m sure you don’t wanna see Jake, I would want to though.” Char says with a smirk.

“Well you can have him Char. Maybe I’ll ask if he is looking for a cute ginger girl.” You joke around with her.

Deep down, you wanted Jake all to yourself and you couldn’t help but think he'd want the same. You know how bad he wants you, and knowing that makes you want him more. But there’s Josh. You couldn’t ruin your friendship with him, or did you want something more than just that too? It was all very confusing. But you knew at some point a decision would have to be made, but now was not the time for that.

“Omg I would be perfect for that position.” She says all giddy. Everyone rolls her eyes and laughs about her comments, she truly is a bimbo.

After walking for an hour, Mae somehow convinces everyone to hit legs. You didn’t mind though, you liked the way it made your body feel. How strong you felt after. At around 10:05 you all begin to make your way back to your dorms, saying goodnight to Ari and Mae for the night.

When you're turning the corner to go past the dining hall you run into some familiar faces, the Kiszkas. Along with them their third brother and dad. Your eyes shoot open and smile at them. You and Char slow up to say hi to everyone.

“Hi Josh.” You smile at him and then turn to Mr.Kiszka. “Hi Mr. Kiszka, I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” You reach your hand out to shake his. He grips your hand in his, giving it a firm shake.

“I know exactly who you are, y/n, I noticed you during last year's play. You did very well with your role, a very underrated character.” You thank him for noticing your talent. “My son has told me a lot about you.”

Oh shit. “Um, which son?” You giggle jokingly, but you're not joking at all. You look at Josh who is giving you a strange look, while Jake has a proud look across his face.

“Well Josh, unless you also know my son Jake.” He grabs Jake by the shoulder and shakes him a little, teasingly.

“I know Jake through Josh, never really got to know him though.” You look at Jake, who is shaking his head with a giant smirk plastered on his beautiful face. You turn your attention to the youngest of brothers, who was sporting a t-shirt and short shorts. He has gorgeous long hair that framed his face perfectly, it made you jealous. “I don’t think I’ve ever met you though?”

The youngest brother reaches out his hand for a shake. “My name is Sam, I might be coming here next year.” He smiles holding your hand a little longer than the average handshake, and with a little too much eye contact. You smile at him not wanting to be rude.

“That’s awesome, are you guys all taking a look around campus now?”

“No, no.” Mr. Kiszka butts in. “He has been here enough times to know the layout, we just came to visit these two, and go out for a quick dinner and go to see an old buddy who was in a band when I went here. I don’t know if you have plans, would you like to join us?”

You look at Charlotte who has a grin on her face. “No thank you sir, I hope you all have a great time tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow Josh. Goodbye Mr. Kiszka, it was nice to meet you.” You grin at him “It was also nice to meet you Sam, hopefully I’ll see you around next semester.” You say innocently, knowing that his intentions were to not come at all to college. Do you say bye to him? If you don’t it's even weirder.

“Nice to see you Jake. I hope you all have a good night.” You give a final wave before heading back to the dorm.

“That was awkward.”

“Oh shush it Char.”

As soon as you make your way into the dorm and the door clicks shut, you turn to Char.

“Char, did the convo we had earlier mean nothing, I said that information about Jake can not get out.” You widen your eyes at her, and you can tell she feels bad about it.

“I know I’m sorry. I wasn't even trying to bring it up, it just happened. I promise I won’t bring it up again.” She says with her big green eyes staring at you. You can’t stay mad at her. She has such a forgivable face. Which is probably why she’s able to get out of a lot of trouble when she is caught doing something she's not supposed to.

Like how Freshman year she was able to convince the police officer to not breathalyze her because she had asthma and didn’t want to start having a coughing fit. Somehow he believed her. Which you still don’t see how because she was absolutely obliterated and looked a complete mess.

“I’m gonna head out for a bit, Jonathan asked me if I wanted to stay the night at his place. So if you wanna have Josh over…”

“He will not be over, have a good night. Be safe.” You smile at her as she heads right back out the door.

After Char leaves, you shower and relax for a while until you receive a text from Josh.

12:23pm Josh: Hey I know it’s a little later now, if you don’t want to call I understand.

12:24pm y/n: I’d love to still call you Josh. Do you wanna facetime or call?

12:26pm Josh: Facetime, I miss your pretty face.

Oh jeez.

As your phone begins to dial, you do a quick check to see if you look okay. Your hair was beginning to dry and slight curls were beginning to form. You click the green button at the top of the screen and are met with a white ceiling.

“Josh?”

“Hey, sorry I was just getting in some pants, not that me being pantless would bother you.” He says as he drags a towel over his wet hair.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah Josh I definitely wanna be staring at your dick all night, sounds like a blast.” You say dryly, but knew that it wouldn’t be an awful way to spend the night. “So how was your evening with your family?”

“It was alright. My dad’s friend isn’t as good as he said he was, but what else is new. My dad seemed to really like you though, and my horny brother.”

You laugh at his statement. “What is that supposed to mean Josh.”

“Well as soon as we left and my dad was out of earshot he was saying some… things about you. So if he adds you on anything, don't add him back.” You check your insta and long and behold you had a new follower, @samfkiszka.

“Don’t worry I won’t, I don’t go for polite men anyways, that's why I got with you.” You say in a snarky tone.

“I was very kind to you.” A moment of silence. “Okay I wasn’t in the beginning but I am now, plus what he was saying when you were not there was far from polite.”

“Like what Josh, It can’t be any worse than what a normal highschool senior says.”

“Well if I remember correctly, and I have a fantastic memory, it was along the lines of, ‘well I normally wouldn’t go after older women but I wouldn’t mind a little cougar action. I mean her ass was pouring out of those tight, little shorts. I wouldn’t mind hitting it from the back, you wouldn’t know of any tattoos she would have on her back would you Josh?’”

Your jaw drops, “Um, well that wasn’t what I was expecting. I’ll make sure to steer clear from him.”

“Yeah he also said ‘that's another perk of coming to Michigan, the hot chicks, like Miss. y/n over there.’ It made me jealous.”

Jealous. Hmmmm.

“Really, Josh Kiszka is getting jealous, I would have never thought you’d admit it.” You say cocking your head to the side.

“Well, I don’t think anyone would be fond of hearing their younger sibling say that type of shit. Jake is different because we're like the same person. But my younger brother, um no.” He giggles.

Him and Jake were very much, not the same person. In more aspects than one. “So why didn’t your mom come up?”

“She was busy with my sister tonight. I don’t know if I ever mentioned her. She’s the middle child of all of us. But she doesn’t go here, she goes to a smaller college up north.” ‘

“Makes sense. Maybe I’ll meet her at some point. “ You hint to him. He smiles, but then goes quiet.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, and you don’t have to answer. We have been getting closer as friends and I just wanna know you and everything but dont feel the need…”

“Josh, please just spit it out. I promise I won’t get offended. You called me a slut like every single day so it probably won’t be that bad.”

“Yeah sorry about that. I just wanted to know about your mom. Like I know your parents are divorced but like do you still see her? I couldn’t imagine not seeing my mom.”

You sit there pondering on how to respond. You don't want him to feel sorry for you like how everyone else does, but you wanted to be honest with him.

“No, we don’t talk. We haven’t talked since I was maybe… what, like 10 years old? I have kinda lost track over the years.” You prepare yourself for the pity and sappy sympathy.

“Man, that must suck. And if you don’t mind me asking, why did they divorce?” You’re taken back by his bluntness, but it's also a little refreshing.

“I mean, yeah, at first it did suck but I’m used to it now. My mom was an addict. My dad tried to get her help, but she just refused. She stopped taking care of herself, then me. It wasn’t good. My dad had to divorce her and then he took her to a facility. She was there for a while and then I heard from family that she was out but relapsed right away. So I don’t know the current situation.” It was silent for a little, which is the normal reaction to everything. “Sorry if you didn’t want to know all of that, I just felt comfortable telling you. I haven't really told anyone else other than my close friends, but telling you felt right. I'm sorry.”

“y/n stop, you should not be sorry. I’m glad you opened up to me, I feel closer to you, in a different way than I ever have.” It was cute watching him get like this. He was very empathetic, in the best way he could. You could tell that he was not the type of person to be open with his feelings, or discuss others. You see him open his mouth to say something else but decide not to.

“I don’t expect you to make a whole speech about how it was wrong and that you feel bad. I’ve heard it all my life from whoever found out, well about the divorce part, not the drug part. That's a whole different thing. But just don’t see me differently. I just wanted to share because you asked and I felt comfortable telling you.”

He nods to you, still with a concerned look on his face. “Thank you for sharing, I promise I will never tell anyone. It sounds like a lot, but you turned out to be a really good person. Your dad must have done a good job raising you.” You smile thinking about your dad.

He was a tall skinny guy, similar to the statue of Coraline's dad. He wore his rectangle framed glasses and had a really good personality despite working in the office everyday. He always told you that you are his whole world, and that no matter what happened in his life, it would always get better when he remembered you and how proud he is of his daughter. He is dating Celia, his girlfriend, who you grew fond of over the years. She acted as the mom you never had growing up later in life. When your dad found out that you were going to Michigan he was upset that he wouldn’t be able to see his ‘little girl’ everyday, but he was so proud of you for getting into an amazing school. He is your biggest supporter, and you truly wouldn’t be who you are today without him.

“He did an amazing job raising me. I miss him so much.” The conversation made you realize you haven’t called your dad in a week or two, you were definitely going to have to call him soon.

“I know I always made fun of you for your, um, sexual history and other things, but I truly always saw you as perfect. With singing, acting, your personality, everything. I’ve never met a person who was as perfect as you in any aspect.”

“Josh, that was really kind of you. Like seriously it’s nice being told I’m more than just a slut for once. Like I’m aware I’m not the most prude person, but I don’t really care that I sleep around either. Being called a slut is whatever from random people but it hurts when you would do it. Especially because I wanted you to like me.” You shyly look at your comforter and play with the fabric.

“Well knowing that now I won’t call you that anymore. I promise, other than if the moment calls for it.” You scrunch your eyebrows.

“What type of moment?”

“You knowing when we are fucking and your doing something whoreish. But I don’t actually mean that you're a slut, just an in the moment type thing.”

“I get it. It’s bold of you to say that we’ll be fucking in the future.” You give him a smirk

He tilts his head to the side, giving you a ‘are you serious’ type look.

“What?” You question louder to him.

“We’ve been horned up for each other the past couple weeks and we're finally hanging out tomorrow night. I mean I don’t wanna predict anything but…”

“Well personally I was just thinking about the amazing night we had planned. I never even considered it.” Giving him a sarcastic look and a grin looking at his perfect face. “Your eyes look really pretty right now Josh.”

His cheeks begin to turn pink. “Are you trying to butter me up or something?”

“No. What, I can't just compliment you?”

“No you can. I love when you compliment me mama, it makes me feel good.” He smiles at you. “And when you give me other types of compliments, well those make me feel really good.”

“Like what Josh?” You giggle at him, prodding for more information.

“I really love when you call me names, and talk me through everything. Just thinking about it makes me horny. I wish you were here right now. I’d make you feel so good.”

“You can make me feel good tomorrow.” You say what you were both thinking about, knowing it was inevitable for it to happen.

“Or we help each other out right now?” He says with a devious grin on his face.

“I can’t really suck you off through the phone Josh.”

“Just talk to me mama, tell me all the things you would do to me if I was there.” You watch as his grin widens, his sparkling straight teeth shining through his pouty lips.

“What are you gonna do Joshy?”

“Well I’m gonna jerk myself off, and you can touch yourself, if you want. I wanna hear your pretty moans, don’t hold back for me, yeah? I want you to talk me through it, can you do that for me mama?”

You were taken aback. You never really did this with anyone, but you were an adventurous person and would try everything at least once.

“I can do that for you Joshy. I wanna see your body though. Can you tilt it down so I can see that perfect body of yours.”

He smirks at the camera before tilting the camera down, showing his bare abs and pants.

“I know you like my body mama. I love the way you feel me up and down during practice. Gets me going so much. Wanna take you right there on stage, so everyone can see.” Josh says as he begins to palm himself through his pajama pants. “Are you home alone?”

“I am, so I can be as loud as I want. Am I gonna be able to hear you Joshy?”

“Not as much as you. Jake is home in the living room.” Throwing his head back, moaning from the friction.

“Are you gonna be quiet for me, be a good boy and moan so just I can hear you.” You say in a low tone.

“I’ll be quiet for you mama. Just loud enough for your ears to hear, they're only meant for you.”

“Pull your pants down Josh. I wanna see that beautiful cock of yours, I know it's already hard as a rock and I haven’t even said much of anything yet.” You say licking your lips slightly.

“Just because we haven’t done anything doesn’t mean I wasn't thinking about it. Although I didn’t like Sam saying it, I couldn’t help but keep myself distracted during that show.” He pulls his pants down, releasing his cock. “I wanna fuck you so hard from the back, right in front of the mirror in my room. So I can see how good you look taking my cock.”

“Fuck, Josh. C-can I touch myself? You’re in charge, baby. What do you want me to do, daddy?” You grab your tit through your shirt, supplying yourself with the smallest amount of pleasure to at least get some relief.

“Well I didn’t tell you to start grabbing your tits, are you gonna listen to me or do your own fucking thing you brat.” He says sternly, obviously taking the more dominant role and you were thoroughly enjoying it.

“I’m sorry baby, what do you want me to do, I’m your puppet.” You let go of your tit, and give him your biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Well first I want your phone propped up so I can see your whole body, then I want you stripped on the bed, nothing on. Once you're done, lean yourself against your headboard and spread your legs.”

You follow his directions, putting your phone against the blankets at the end of your bed and spreading your legs, being completely vulnerable to him.

He bites his tongue, smiling. “What a pretty pussy. Such a shame I’m going to destroy it tomorrow.”

Your mouth opens and eyebrows raise in shock.

“Better keep that mouth shut y/n, or else I’m gonna have to come over and skull fuck you.”

Your lips slowly morph into a smile, as your hand begins to slowly start sliding down your stomach.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself yet?” You shake your head ‘no’ at him. “That’s what I fucking thought.” You remove your hand from your stomach, and give him a little pout. “Such a sad little baby, can’t even keep her pretty little hands off her wet cunt.”

He loves the power he has over you, polar opposite of the demeanor his brother had earlier today.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and listen, because if you keep doing your own thing I’ll just jerk myself off, looking at that perfect body of yours.” He begins to work on himself after spitting in his hand.

“Can I touch myself now, I promise I’ll listen to you.” You sit there leaning against the headboard. Arms by your side.

“I want you to play with your tits first, spit on your hand and massage them, and pinch your nipples nice and hard. I’ll tell you when I’ve seen enough.”

You bring your hand up to your mouth, spitting into it. You stare at Josh, fondling them softly. “I wish these were your hands Josh. Yours are so big, and soft, god I wish they were in me.” You whimper letting your head push against the headboard exposing your neck.

“Oh I’ve missed that beautiful neck of yours, it's so perfect. Such a shame it’s going to be all bruised after tomorrow.”

Your open mouth turned into a smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll never say no. Oh god Josh can I please touch my pussy, it’s aching for touch.”

He smirks before giving you an answer. “One finger, that's it. Your gonna finger fuck yourself until I say you can do anything else.”

You begin to slide your hand down your stomach again, leading all the way down to your slick entrance. As you slip your middle finger in you moan, probably a little more than you had to, but you wanted to play it up for Josh. Give him something to remember.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I love hearing your little noises. Let them all out for me mama, don’t hold back.” You watch as he begins stroking himself faster and harder. The slapping noises drifting through the screen.

“Let me see that throbbing tip Joshy, rub it for me.” You curl your finger up trying to hit your sensitive spot, letting out a very real moan.

“You’re such a dirty girl baby. You should just come over and suck my cock. I don’t care that Jake is here, he can be jealous knowing he’ll never get that from you.”

That's awkward.

“I wish I could come over too, maybe you should come here.” You wink. He stops for a moment.

“Really? Because I will, don’t test me.”

“I’m just joking, I wanna do this with you. Try something new.” You pump your fingers into yourself even quicker, trying to get yourself there.

“You’re a fucking tease, you bitch. I can’t wait to have you all to myself tomorrow. You won’t be able to tease me, unless you wanna get punished. You don’t want that to happen do you.” He says in a sultry tone.

“Like I said I’ll never say no, you can punish me if you want, I’ll enjoy it.” Continuing to finger yourself, but needed more friction.

You let the palm of your hand grind against your clit, not worrying about your finger inside of you.

“You won't be enjoying it when I do it sweetheart. You’ll be moaning in pain, I won't hold back. Who knew Miss y/n liked a little pain with her pleasure?” He says with heavy breathing. He looks at you and his demeanor changes. “Hey, did I say you can rub your clit yet. I can see you grinding against it. Do you think I’m a dumbass?”

“Yeah.” You say under your breath hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“That’s one for tomorrow, keep it up and you’ll get more strikes added.”

“Added to what.” You ask, your heart thumping with anticipation.

“You’ll see, keep questioning and it’ll be two. Now be a good girl and lick yourself off your finger, then you can start rubbing your clit.”

You pull your finger up to your mouth making sure he sees you suck hard on it.

“So she can listen to directions, that's my good girl. Now go ahead and rub that throbbing clit for me baby. I know you want it so badly.” He smirks, picking up the pace on his cock again, moaning very quietly to not disturb Jake.

It didn’t take long to feel close to your climax after all that dirty talk and fingering. You began to moan louder letting him know you were close.

“Don’t you dare cum y/n. I told you I would tell you when to cum, if you want to you have to beg baby.” His voice was shaky, you knew he wasn’t too far behind you.

“Please Joshy, I need this, I wanna cum to you. I wanna see your perfect face while I finish. And I wanna see you cum all over yourself like a little slut. Please Ja-osh just let me.” You almost slipped, but you knew he didn’t catch it. He was too busy jerking off to everything you just said.

“God you make me go crazy, cum with me baby I’m so close. Oh fuck..mmm.” With that Josh came all over his perfectly sculpted abs, making your stomach flip. With a few more circles you were done. The wave of pleasure washed over your body.

“Oh fuck Josh. God, I feel so fucking good.” You say catching your breath. You grab your phone from the end of the bed. Throwing your blanket over your body. “Are you gonna make me feel like that tomorrow?”

“Way better than that baby I promise.” He says while he gets up to clean himself off.

“Okay well I’ll see you tomorrow then, just let me know when you're gonna come get me.”

“Wait.. I was actually thinking. Could you just stay on call tonight? I haven’t been sleeping the best and ever since that night at my house I’ve been thinking about how easy it was to fall asleep. If you don’t want to I get it but…”

“Of course Josh, anything for you.” You turn off your light and crawl into bed, seeing him mimic your moves.

“Goodnight mama.”

“Goodnight Joshy.”

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chaotic-mystery · 10 months

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hey girl!!! again, congrats on 2k, u deserve it!!! 💗🫶

for ur sleepover !!!! i was wondering if you could list some nsfw (and sfw if u wanna!) headcanons you have for joel? 👀🩷

Becca my sweet angel ily <3

NSFW HEADCANONS

That man is so into spanking and more specifically into using the belt on you, jesus christ. He'd make you count how many he's done so far and when you lose count he'd start over. He bites during sex idc idc idc. Whether it's your ear or your shoulder or your nipples, he bites. He loves leaving bite marks all over you to see what he's done. If you ask him nicely he'll let you be the one in charge. He'll let you be on top and ride him, choke him, make him whimper and beg you to slow down riding him because he doesn't want to cum yet but you don't slow down at all, making him stuff you full of his cum and you get yourself off while he's still half hard inside you. (This one is no outbreak AU!) His phone would be fiiiiiiiiiilled with dirty sexting messages you send back and forth to each other, especially if he's out of town doing work in the next town over or gone for a few days somewhere. We all know Joel Miller is a man of his word, so whatever he texts that he's gonna do to you, you can trust and believe he means it. He's a sucker for eating pussy. His face would be shoved into it as he's pulling you down on his face, moving you back and forth to ride his tongue. His mouth would suck on your clit so good you're stomach would feel like there's a fire growing inside. His morning routine is exactly this: sex, shower, coffee, off to work. Whenever morning sex occurred, he was guaranteed an even better day than he normally would have, because the slow and sloppy and such intimate moment with you drives him crazy, he fiends for morning sex. Joel miller is a boob guy. Nipples in his mouth and getting you to almost cum from just sucking and licking your nipples? Yes fucking please.

SFW HEADCANONS

He'd always come out in the room you were in at the moment and ask you if his outfit matches, what shoes should he wear, etc. Not because he was insecure, he just wanted to look good for you and himself. Always taking the same shifts with you in Jackson so you can be with him and he can keep an eye on you? Yes, absolutely. He would teach you how to play darts at the bar so everyone there knew how cool you were, of course it'd be a makeshift dart board but nonetheless everyone in Jackson thought you were a badass. You can count on Joel to always be staring at you. If you're in a group setting and you're talking about something you're super passionate about, you can bet your ass he's staring at you with a grin plastered on his face. Nose kissies as you drift off to sleep and he'd tell you how he wished on stars like a fool for you. SHUT UP TAKE MY PHONE-

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #the last of us #dbf!joel #joel miller headcanon #joel miller hbo #mail ♡ ྀ received #chaotic mystery 2k celebration ! ❥#joel miller fluff

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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oh sweet jesus 😍 i cannot wait for this

okay wait; but also, imagine vampire eddie just FUCKING the daylights out of you, all day and all night because well, he’s a vampire, he can’t make you do wtv tf he wants. and tbh if he okay with it 🤷🏻‍♀️

but anyway, and then you say something like “oh my god” and he’s just like “not even god can save you now” 😍😍😻🦇🦇🦇😻😻🦇

OH HE TOTALLY WOULD TOO

sex with eddie was always incredible and just mindblowing as hell when he was human, but now???? goddamn, that man is a fucking machine. super speed? yep. stamina out the ass? you bet! the ability to make you cum so much harder than before? oh yes!

like let’s go back to the “eddie develops telepathy as part of his new vampire abilities” thing for a second, because i feel it would serve so well here. you’re fooling around, right? your thoughts are just a jumbled mess of lust, desire, the most filthy things imaginable—and eddie is seeing all of it and just eating that shit up. the smell of your arousal, the vulgar film in your head in which you both are the stars, the scent of your blood getting sweeter & thicker the more turned on you get? fucking god. he is going to rail the everloving shit out of you, exactly as he’s seeing it in your mind. he’s going to hold you tightly against him, maybe choke you carefully, cover your skin in bites wherever he can reach from whatever position you’re in, he’s going to say the most disgusting, toe curling, hottest shit to you, and you’re both going to love every goddamn minute of it. this goes on for hours, with few breaks in between for you to rest, hydrate, nap, whatever you have to do. then you’re going right back at it, immediately upon your consent. good luck walking for the next two fucking weeks after all of that.

and the god thing, oof. imagine that he’s got his fingers in your mouth as he’s absolutely destroying your cunt, standing at the edge of the bed as you lie on it, your legs thrown on his shoulders as he fucks you deeply. that big, throbbing cock, hitting all the perfect places as you claw at him, at the bed, anything in reach. he leans down at one point to put the fingers in your mouth, mimicking his cock with them, and when he grabs your throat with that same hand, that’s when the “oh my god” slips from your lips.

and i see this fucker just stopping, hand still around your throat and dick still stretching your sopping pussy. the room seems quieter now, without the obscene sounds of sex echoing off the walls. you’re whining, trying to get him to thrust again, but he’s smirking with a look of arrogance in those lust-blown eyes. you know that he can tell what you’re thinking, that he can see the neediness and sheer desperation in your head, and you hate it so much in that moment. he leans down, running his fangs along your pulse point before licking his way to your lips.

“there is no god,” he whispers, kissing you hotly and drawing some blood from your lips with his fangs. he licks it up seductively, grinning smugly as he looks down at you. “there’s only me. i’m your god, y/n. i want to hear you say it.”

he nearly pulls out, and you just whine the words out. you want him to move, fuck, you need him to pound you again like before. you cling to him, practically sobbing the words in desperation when he withdraws completely. goddamn him. and he just grins smugly, holding your throat as he kisses you deeply. he drinks up your filthy moans as he slams inside again, and begins railing into you at his usual fast, otherworldly pace.

“that’s better,” he murmurs against your lips, drawing back to sink his teeth into your neck. you cry out in pure ecstasy, and he is chuckling as he begins sucking the blood from your neck. “besides, even if god did exist, there’s no way in hell he’s going to save you now.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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sl-ut · 1 year

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college!abby has a polaroid of reader in lingerie in her wallet ? ❤️‍🩹

more college!abby

this goes without question

i feel like she would love taking photos of y/n at all times. she would be taking candids of her while she was doing literally anything, screenshotting ugly snaps that she would get throughout the day, and you better bet your sweet asses she's gonna love taking pictures of her girl every time she breaks out the lace. with consent, of course.

she can also appreciate the time, effort, and art that y/n will put into the photos that she sends. they're always lit perfectly, and she poses to accentuate her best assets beneath the lace. when abby's had a particularly long day of practices and training or both of them were simply too busy to spend much time together, y/n will pull one out of the vault and send it to abby totally unprompted, adding a sweet little miss you xx.

while she loves these photos digitally, she would definitely find some kind of sentiment in the idea of having one of them as an actual photograph. the rich bitch literally just walks into walmart one day and buys a polaroid printer as if she has no student debt (which, in comparison to others, she really doesn't) and immediately prints out her favourite of the pictures.

the picture is one that she had received while she was at practice; y/n was practically nude, only covered by the thin, lacy panties that truly exposed everything underneath, while her top half was covered by abby's prized jersey, the hem tucked underneath the underwire of her bra to expose the pudge of her belly. y/n's body had been perched on top of abby's bed while she took the photo through the large mirror directly across from her. abby literally choked upon seeing it, and rushed home to see what would be waiting for her.

she prints it out and eagerly stuffs it into her wallet alongside another more appropriate one, and likes to take it out for a quick glance whenever she missed her girl too much. of course, she could always just look at her phone, but abby always likes how old fashioned it feels to keep a physical photo of y/n on her at all times, and she would guard it with her life.

though, she did love the opportunity to brag that one time when she asked manny to grab her license for her out of her wallet and he ended up finding it. he whistled at the sight, mumbling something in spanish that she didn't quite understand, and winced at she punched him square in the shoulder. she had scowled at him, taking the picture and stuffing it back inside, and smirking to herself as she taunted him for never having a chance with a girl like hers.

#abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fic #college!abby anderson x reader #college!abby anderson

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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years

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Don't Ruin the Couch

request: Elvis and the reader are getting freaky on the couch and Elvis tries to pull out, but the reader says, “Don’t ruin the couch.” so, with a smirk, Elvis says “I guess I’ll just have to cum inside you then" -🍁

warnings: smut 18 +, MDNI, degrading, slight choking (hand on throat), fingering, begging, oral (m receiving), Elvis just being rough in general, slight dumbification?

summary: After teasing Elvis at one of his shows, he gets back at you in the dressing room, oh but don't ruin the couch... it's expensive.

word count: 2,514

“You looked real pretty out there tonight, y’know? I will have to start buying you some more y/f/c things.” He had dipped his head into the crook of your neck, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin as he whispered into your ear. Elvis ran one hand up your side, soon resting it on your right hip. “Looked real nice, getting me all worked up on that stage.” His hand trailed lower now residing on the curve of your ass. “That does not bother you though, does it? Bet you like seeing me all worked up for you.” He moved his other hand to replicate his actions, “You always look so good.”

“Are you going to compliment me all night long or are we going to do something?” You quipped. Elvis flashed you a look you bit down on your lip and looked away from him, “Well?”

Elvis pushed you up against the door of the dressing room, “You are acting real feisty tonight, what’s gotten into you?” His eyes ran up and down your body, you would not let him win this one. He lifted his hand to tilt your chin up in his direction, forcing you to look at him.

“What’s it to you?” You mumbled. He gripped your chin tighter, rubbing a thumb over your bottom lip, you opened your mouth and took it in. Swirling your tongue around his tongue, you watched as his eyes darkened.

“I just hate to ruin such a beautiful dress,” Elvis mumbled, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and pulled your dress off, you could hear the fabric ripping as he tugged the zipper down rather harshly. Pulling you away from the door he pushed you onto the couch, “Take them off now.” He growled, you pulled your panties off and tossed them in his direction. “Oh you are just asking for it tonight, aren’t you, doll?”

Offering nothing but a coy smile on your lips for a response Elvis’s hands pulled his suit off of him, biting down on your lip as you watched him. Basking in the light of the fluorescent vanity lights, the way it cast him in an almost angelic light. A warm hand with ring-clad fingers wrapped around your throat, snapping you back to attention. Elvis ran his free hand across the scape of your body, the chill from his rings running across your breasts elicited a small moan from your lips. “Elvis.” His name fell from your lips with such ease, slipping off of your tongue like sweet nectar.

For a moment he held eye contact with you, no words were said, only silence lingered between the two of you. The moment was almost sweet, until he opened his mouth, “Moaning my name like that, must need me real bad.” His hand trailed down to your awaiting heat, he dragged his pointer finger through your folds and smirked as you squirmed. “Look at you, making such a mess on my couch.” He scolded you gently.

“Elvis, please enough with the teasing.” You begged, your head leaning back against the armrest of the couch. Elvis ignored your nonsensical begging and pushed two fingers into your cunt, “F-Fuck.” You mumbled out, he had honestly caught you off guard.

“Such a nasty word.” He mumbled out whilst curling his fingers deep inside of you, “So needy tonight.”

You rocked your hips against his fingers, “Elvis-” You mumbled out, he pushed deeper, “ELVIS!” You screamed out. With your eyes screwed shut and your mouth agape, you writhed against the plush couch. “Please I need your cock, Elvis!”

Elvis pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt and shoved them into your open mouth, you wrapped your lips around his two digits and sucked. A deep groan left his lips at the obscene sight, “You taste yourself? I bet you taste really good.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop sounded from your lips. He rubbed your cheek softly, “Look so pretty like this, all spread out for me.” He ran his free hand back down to your clit, he spread his hand over the lower part of your stomach with his thumb teasing your clit. You pushed your hips upwards, and he moved his hand which had been previously wrapped around your throat down to your hips. “Needy little thing.” He mumbled out, pushing your hips down into the cushions.

“Baby please, please I need to feel you inside of me.” You rain your nails down his back, his eyes shifted down to your lips. “Please?” The words slipped out of your mouth, an innocent plea.

“Move.” You quickly listened and moved off of the couch, your legs felt like Jell-O as you awaited his next command. He positioned himself on his back, you watched intently as tossed the few pillows to the side and placed two behind his head. “Do not just stand there looking dumb, c’mere.” You made your way over to him, lifting your leg to straddle his waist. “Uh-Uh, other way.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, you see that mirror?” He gestured to the mirror, “I want you to watch yourself, I want you to see how good MY cock makes you feel, you understand?” Nodding your head you shifted to straddle him, this time with your face away from him. He held your hips and gently guided you down onto his cock, “Fucking Christ.” Turning back to look at him you saw that his eyes were closed and his head was lolled back against the pillows. His eyes snapped open and he saw what you were doing, “Uh-Uh, look at the mirror, do not fucking pout- you better put that bottom lip back right now.” He gripped your hips tightly and slowly started to rock you back and forth, “Doing so good, taking my cock so fucking well.” The words left his mouth with a throaty groan, sounding as though it came from deep in his chest.

You locked eyes with your reflection, your hand trailed down your body and you allowed your fingertips to tease your nipples. “Elvis” You moaned out, with one hand you continued to tease your clit. Pressing ever so slightly on the small bud of nerves, your hips jolted forward. “Mm, fuck.” Elvis’s hands snaked around and soon were pressing your fingers down on your clit, forcing you to rub small circles around it. All the while you watched yourself ride his cock, you watched as he reached over and circled your clit with his fingers. Pushing your hips forward in a desperate attempt to feel more of his calloused fingers. With your head lolled back in pure bliss, Elvis’s name being moaned out into the air, you felt the all too familiar coil in your stomach soon tighten. “Fuck, Elvis please!” You cried out, the coil finally snapped inside of you. Gripping onto his thighs you rode out your orgasm, Elvis moved his hands to the tops of your shoulders pinning you down. “Elvis ELVIS!” He pushed his hips up into you, you felt yourself clench around him.

“Did you see yourself? See how fucking good you made yourself feel?” He helped you off of his cock, you settled with your legs tucked under you facing him. His legs were still spread open, his eyes seemingly glossed over in a sex-induced haze, you nodded your head up and down in response. “Made a mess on my cock, good girls clean up their messes.” You looked at him with those big doe eyes, “Oh don’t look at me like that, you look pathetic. Clean it up, I am not telling you again.” You leaned over his cock with an open mouth, realizing quickly that you would have to adjust yourself. Untucking your legs and adjusting your legs so that you would be more comfortable, you lowered your head down and wrapped your lips around his cock. You lowered your head, allowing all most of him into your mouth, the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat made you gag at first but you soon learned to relax your throat. Slowly pulling him out of your mouth you stopped when you got to the tip, taking a moment to swirl your tongue around it. Running your thumb over the slit, you felt your skin tingle at the sound of his gasp. “Damn it you tease.” He grabbed your hair and forced you to take every inch of him. “When I tell you to do something you better fucking listen.” He thrusted up into your mouth, tears pricked at the sides of your eyes. You wrapped your lips around him and bobbed your head up and down, taking just about every inch you could fit into your mouth. “Fuck Fuck” You looked up at him through your lashes, “Doing such a good job, baby.” He groaned out, “Y/N, holy shit.” He laced his fingers through your hair and pulled your mouth away. “Go clear off the vanity, now.” He growled out, you swung your legs over the couch and moved to the vanity. You carefully placed the array of miscellaneous objects to the side, suddenly you felt a pair of all too familiar hands resting on your hips. “I said clear the vanity off, not organize. With a wide arm, he cleared off the remaining objects, which landed with a small clatter as they met the floor. He bent you over the vanity counter, your ribs hurting slightly at the newfound pressure. He lined himself up and slammed himself into you at a merciless pace. You leaned your head downwards in an attempt to rest your head on the counter. Elvis laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you back up, “Watch yourself.” He demanded, you nodded your head in response. Elvis’s hand snaked around to your front cupping your right breast, “Look so fucking hot like this.”

“P-Please!” You babbled out incoherently, Elvis smiled and sped up his pace.

“You fucking need it, taking it so well.” The power behind his thrusts was going to cause bruises in the morning, but neither of you about that. Elvis’s eyes were locked on your breasts, he watched with intent. He watched as they moved with each thrust he took, “Jesus.” Elvis thrusted into your tight cunt, the way your pussy felt wrapped around his cock, the way it clenched around him, all of it seemed to push him even further. All of it seemed to make him want to go harder and faster. His movements became more animalistic, his demeanor less dominant and needier, he needed to cum, this was not about the sex anymore. No, this was about his release. His eyes moved from your breasts to your face, which was now contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His legs felt tired, “Couch, now.” He pulled you away from the vanity and all but slung you onto the couch. Pushing himself back into you he now gripped either side of the plush fabric.

“Elvis, oh fuck- ha me!” You babbled out, you had not one fucking clue what you were saying the only thing you knew was that you were in a pure state of ecstasy.

“Do not ruin the couch, it’s ‘spensive.” You mumbled out, you arched your back as he thrusted deeply.

Elvis let out a chuckle, “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.” Elvis thrusted into you one last time before bottoming out in you, “Jesus fucking Christ, shit!” He groaned out, his hot cum painting your inner walls.

“Oh my God, Oh my God” You muttered, you rested your hand over your eyes, Elvis reached up to move it away. “Felt good, E.”

Elvis smirked knowingly, he slowly pulled out of you. He stood himself up and grabbed a water bottle and a rag and handed it to you. “I’ve got some business to take care of, you clean yourself up. I expect that water bottle to be empty by the time I come back, you understand? I brought you a change of clothes, they are sitting in the dresser drawer.”

“Thank you, Elvis.” You mumbled softly, you watched as he grabbed his robe and pulled it on, then tied it around his waist. He walked over to you and grabbed the bottle from you, “Drink it.” He unscrewed the cap and handed it back to you, you brought the bottle to your lips and drank the cool liquid. You silently thanked yourself for tossing a few bottles in the ice box before this whole rendezvous. He slipped out of the room and you slowly started to clean yourself. You tossed the rag into the trash and made your way over to the dresser. Pulling on the clean clothes, you glanced back at the mirror that hung over the back of the door. You admired your figure. Snapping out of your thoughts you began to pick up the room.

“Look at you, just a proper little housewife.” He smirked, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Hows about you take a pause on your chores and come let me hold you for a bit?” You happily set the brush down and rushed to sit in his lap, your legs dangling over the side. “Pretty as a picture, ain’t you doll?” You nodded your head, a small yawn escaped your lips. “Did I tire you out?” He asked a soft smile playing on his lips. Nodding your head softly, you rubbed your eyes.

“I'm sleepy” You mumbled softly, Elvis shifted below you and laid on his back bringing you down to his chest. You rested your head on his chest and he played with your hair, occasionally moving a hand down to trace small patterns and shapes onto your back.

Pressing small kisses to your hair he would occasionally mumble, “You look so peaceful, so cute.” He would cradle your face and rub his thumb across your cheek, you would press a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. “Always such a sweetheart, go on to sleep, pretty girl.” When you opened your mouth to protest he would simply close it for you, “Yes you are tired, yes I am going to stay right here, no I will not roll us off the couch. Now close your eyes and rest, you have had a long night.”

“How did you know I was goin-”

“Y/N, sleep.” You closed your eyes and snuggled into his chest, the smell of his cologne filled your senses. Elvis hummed softly as he ran his hand through your hair, you let yourself fall deeper into the spell of sleep.

Minutes soon turned into hours and Elvis found himself waking up with you gripping at his robe and a God-awful crick in his neck, deciding not to disturb you, seeing as though you were in such a peaceful state, he gently adjusted himself and drifted back off to sleep.

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obsessedwithfictionalmen01 · 1 year

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Hey!! I would love it so so so much if you could do a imagine with Hangman where him asking you out was like a bet with the other pilots and you find out. Also if you possibly could put in the line “You said you loved me, I guess you lied”. Xx

DAMN

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

A/N: Hi! It's been such a LONG time since I've written something but here it is! Thank you for the request, I love writing for the Dagger Squad! Please keep in mind that English is not my first language and I hope you enjoy it! And feel free to send more requests!

Warnings: curse words (maybe like 2), angst, Jake being kind of an ass, a little bit of smut (not much) and I think that’s it

You walked into the Hard Deck ready for your shift, it was going to be a long night since the Top gun aviators came back and the fact that it was Friday night, so you put on your uniform and greeted Penny on your way in.

“Hey, Pen. Ready for tonight?” you asked jokingly knowing she was going to be very stressed with so many people at the bar. “Yeah keep that joyful attitude because it is aviator's night and the entire squad is going to be here so better prepare, especially if you want that cute blonde noticing you” she joked back winking at you.

Your face dropped. Of course she knew about your little crush over a certain blue-eyed blonde aviator, but she didn’t have to rub it in that much! Besides, it was foolish of you, how could he notice you? He was always surrounded by gorgeous girls, and you couldn’t blame them, but you also couldn't deny how it bothered you. But Jake always seemed so sweet with you, constantly treating you with respect and kindness, it almost looked like he… no. You immediately pushed those thoughts aside and started helping Penny out with the bar, basic chores such as washing the glasses, organizing pool tables and cleaning the bar and before you could notice it was already time to open.

“Hey, sweetheart we are going to open now, ok? Make sure everyone follows the three holy rules and if anyone bothers you let me know” Penny said with a stern voice, obviously she knew how this job worked and she wanted you to feel comfortable “Yes, mom” You joked standing behind the bar waiting for the clients to come in.

A few hours passed and you didn’t catch a break, always busy serving drinks and closing tabs, so busy you didn’t notice Jake entering the bar until one of his friends yelled his call sign “Hangman! Over here man” it was Coyote’s voice, you lifted up your head and instantly regretted it because he was already looking your way “I’m going to grab a drink!” he yelled back walking towards the bar “How are you doing sunshine? Busy day?” he asked with his signature smirk. You felt the heat rising up to your cheeks and tried to play it off laughing “Yeah, pretty busy actually. The usual?” you asked while grabbing a bottle of his favorite beer offering it to him “And also maybe your phone number?” You almost choked on your own saliva when he said those words “I’m sorry what?”

“You heard me, sweetheart. I was going to wait till you asked me but I can be a little impatient, so here I am” He looked so confident it was almost annoying, but you were too surprised to even notice it, only being able to nod while opening his bottle of beer “Yeah, yeah sure uhm give me a minute” you said reaching for a piece of paper “You know, on second thought… why don't you take 5 and play pool with me?” he asked with that smirk again. You looked over to Penny who was taking people's orders. “I don’t know Jake, Penny is pretty busy, i don’t want to…” he cut you off “Hey Pen, darling! Could this beautiful bartender take five minutes?” he shouted across the bar which made Penny laugh and shook her hand telling you to go. You laughed nervously about this, of course Jake had flirted with you other days but you thought he was just playing around, like always. and now he wants to spend time with you? It sure felt like a dream.

You left the bar when he grabbed your hand and led you to the pool table next to his aviator friends, you smiled at them, after all they were regulars and some of them were specially friendly with you, like pornstache and cute glasses. They all smiled at you, some more than others which seemed kind of odd, but that thought was pushed aside when Jake brushed your hip offering you a cue stick “Know how to play, sweetheart?” you smirked and approached the table placing the balls and starting the game “I don’t know, lieutenant, do I?”

He smirked and watched every movement of your body during the game, especially when you bent down on it.

Short time later Jake and you were left even, only the black 8 ball missing “Let’s make this interesting, if I win you go out with me on a date and…” you cut him off “If I win you must pay a round for the whole bar” Jake looked around and saw all the people that were that night at the bar, you could hear Phoenix laughing wishing you luck “Ok darling, let’s see what you can do”. With a small smile you bent over and hitted the ball making it fall on the hole but… also the white ball, you lose. Phoenix and Rooster groaned, they would have loved seeing Jake bankrupt because of a pretty girl. Coyote was the only one that cheered for Hangman and they both high fived like a couple of teenagers. You could only stare at the pool table almost angry at the loss but also remembering what the price was, was Jake taking you out? Seriously?

“Well now you and I will have a date. How does dinner and a walk on the beach sound to you?” he said in a charming tone of voice making you blush “Sounds good” You replied walking back to the bar leaving Hangman behind while you were trying to process everything. Finally, it felt so unreal, you were almost floating, so happy that the next three hours of working went flying for you, but not for Penny, she was exhausted and asked you to close the squad’s tab. Happily you went over to their table and told them it was closing time, they booed jokingly grabbing their things and paying Penny on their way out, only Jake was left “Hey sweet cheeks, what about our date? Want to take a walk on the beach?” you immediately grabbed your things and walked out of the bar saying bye to Penny.

It’s safe to say that the date was amazing, you both talked for hours and when you were too tired to walk you just stayed in his car chatting more and more. He told you everything about the mission he had with Maverick where he saved his and Rooster’s lifes, obviously showing off, he talked about his family, about his friends, everything. So you opened up too, reciprocating every chat with another. The only thing you could think about was how lucky you were.

“I had an amazing time with you, doll”

“Yeah, me too” you said looking at those baby blue eyes that had you on your feet the whole night “This is going to sound weird, we don’t know each other that much but, I have never met someone like you and… I think I’m falling in love with you”.

You froze. What? Love? No it couldn’t be. This was Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Why? How? Is he for real? You honestly didn’t know what to say, of course you had a huge crush on him but something felt weird “Jake… I don’t know what to say”

“Just let me kiss you” he asked. HE ASKED. HANGMAN ASKING? You shook your head but when your eyes locked with his you were long gone. You pushed your lips against his while he wrapped his hands around your waist pulling the pilot seat backwards so you could seat on top of him. And without noticing, the kiss got deep and messy, filled with need, his hands never leaving your waist. He then moved his lips over your neck, that’s when you knew you had to stop “Hey, Jake. I’m really enjoying this but…” he immediately stopped, almost worried about you “Everything ok?” he rubbed your back while kissing your cheek “I think we should take things slow” you started getting off his lap falling into the copilot seat “Yeah, yes agreed” he said with a small smile “See you tomorrow?” you asked, opening the car’s door “Of course” he waited for you to get off before driving away. You couldn’t figure out why but you had a bad feeling about this.

A couple of days later you still haven’t heard from Jake, you texted him but he never answered. It was kind of weird, he tells you that he’s falling in love and then ignores you? Your thoughts were interrupted with the sound of a familiar voice “Hey, sugar how are you doing?” it was Rooster, taking off his sunglasses and sitting down on the bar “I had better days” you sighed “Oof what happened?” you opened him a beer “Your friend, that’s what happened! First he wants to take me on a date, then he tells me he is falling in love with me and THEN he ghosts me, what kind of sociopath does that?” you scoff cleaning the bar aggressively “Wait what?” he almost sounded angry “He told you what?” he repeated gripping the bottle he had on his hand “He told me that he loved me!” you almost yelled closing your mouth as soon as you saw him entering the bar without even looking your way.

And with that you saw Rooster walking towards Jake fuming “What the fuck is your problem Seresin?” he yelled, making everyone look in their direction “Whoa calm down, what did I do this time?” he asked, lifting his hands up laughing at him “What did you do?! Why don’t you tell her, huh?” he pointed in your direction, you were so confused about the situation and not wanting any more problems you left the bar and stood between them “Rooster come on, is nothing stop it” Bradley shook his head in disbelief “Either you tell her or I will” he yelled walking away and sitting on the table with the rest of the squad who were as confused as you “What is he talking about?” you asked Jake “I don’t know! Maybe he’s jealous” he said not even looking at you walking towards the pool table leaving you speechless. You knew that wasn’t jealousy, that was pure frustration. But seeing how things were going you decided to return to the bar.

Rooster wasn’t jealous. He has never shown any kind of interest, has he? No, he was respectful and friendly. It had to be something else.

“It was a bet” someone said interrupting your thoughts “i hate to be the one telling you this, but Coyote made a bet where Jake had to ask you out and tell you he loved you, in return Coyote would become Jake’s wingman” you stood in your places shocked “I am so sorry, Rooster and Fanboy heard them the other day and warned him not to do it but… we all know how he is. An asshole” you finally had the courage to look up for you to realize it was Maverick, with tears in your eyes you shook your head not wanting to hear anymore information “I’m sorry, kid” and like that he left.

You looked over to where Jake was and dropped on the floor slowly so no one could watch you, except for Penny, the moment she realized she lifted you up and told you to go home. She hugged you and kissed your forehead “I’m so sorry sweetie, men are assholes”. And she was right, blinded with anger and resentment you waited for him outside leaned over his car. When he finally came out and saw you he approached you trying to kiss you but all that he received was a hard smack on his cheek. He was left with his head turned to the side and a shocked expression. The smack was so loud the whole Dagger Squad came out and when they saw what was going on they decided to stay at a safe distance.

“You selfish, idiotic, narcissistic prick!” you yelled “Yesterday meant nothing? Was it just a bet? Are you that disrespectful towards the rest of the humans, huh? Or do you simply like playing with people’s feelings because it makes you feel powerful?” you stopped briefly to catch your breath, tears threatening to come out “You told me that you loved me! You said you were falling in love with me! How could…” you stopped wiping your tears away “How could you?” crying, you left your spot and got into your car driving away “You are an asshole, Seresin” Fanboy said “We told you not to do it” Rooster added.

Jake could only look at you feeling all kinds of emotions: shame, pity, sadness, frustration because, in reality, he did enjoy the time he spent with you, he did love kissing you, when you both went for a walk he did love how the sound of your voice sounded like, how sweet you smelled, how he could talk to you so carelessly, not worrying about his image or about what you would think of him, he loved how you held onto him while he kissed you and how he felt something he has never felt before. But it was all a bet right? “Damn”.

THE END

#top gun maverick #top gun imagine #jake seresin #hangman #hangman smut #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #top gun maverick imagine #glen powell #glen powell imagine #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #fanboy top gun

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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Non-sexual possessiveness is icky but in the bedroom 👀

just like… what would each member be like with it? What would they do to show you belong to them?

➵ Pairing : OT8 X Gn!Reader

➵ Genre : Smut

➵ W.C : 700

➵ Warnings : Breeding kink, Body painting, Edging, Dumbification, Praise, Begging, Manhandling, Fingering, Cockwarming, Degradation, Marking, Grinding, Rough sex, Choking.

➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚: Breeding

“Shit.. gonna breed you like the bitch you are. Pump you full of my kids.”

He’ll pump you full of his cum and finger it into you, saying he’s gonna breed you since you’re his and his only. Kinda seems like someone who’d make you cockwarm him all night just to make sure hardly any of his cum drips outta you. Depending on your mood it’ll either be hard degradation or the most heartwarming praise.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠: Drawing

“Unless you want people to know who your body belongs to, I suggest you don’t wear that crop top love.”

Since we already know Joong is the artsy type, I could see him getting a fat black pen and drawing all over your body. Cumdump, insert here, master’s plaything, etc etc. He’ll put you infront of the mirror as he works, colouring you carefully like the piece of art you are.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨: Making out

“Look how swollen your lips look babe… bet they’d look even better around my cock.”

Yunho seems like a guy who’d have the wildest fascination with your body, and especially your lips. He’s spent hours at a time kissing you, biting your lips, sucking them gently. He just loves seeing you get all worked up about something as small as kissing. He just absolutely loves pinning you down and holding you in place as he grinds onto you as he kisses you roughly.

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠: Edging

“Just say it baby. Give in and tell Daddy what you want, you know you want to.”

This man craves to see you whimpering on the bed, clenching uselessly around air as he steals yet another orgasm from you. He wants to see you beg for release, thank him for the pleasure, promise to never leave him. Yeosang will stuff you with his fingers again and again until you finally suck it up and tell him what you want. He’ll give you the world, as long as he’s the center of your universe.

𝐒𝐚𝐧: Dumbification

“Tied up all pretty for Daddy, you’re just my dumb little slut aren’t you? Can’t even deny it you’re so fucked out.”

San’s only goal in life is to fuck you so hard all you can think of is him. He’ll pour a truckload of whispers into your ears, filling your mind with only him and his cock. He doesn’t want a single other thing to be up there. Just him, only him.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢: Praise

“Such a good doll, can you come for Daddy my love? Cum over him and mark him as yours? Cause you know damn straight I’ll be doing it to you.”

Mingi just wants you to know you’re his pretty little doll, so beautiful and so fucking tight. He’ll run his hands over your ass, squeezing and moulding your cheeks as he fucks you slow and deep, hips rocking into you precisely every single time. He wanted it to be perfect, especially since he was gonna be the only one you fuck for the rest of your life.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠: Begging

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𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨: Manhandling

“Beautiful. You look so fucking hot covered in my marks cub. Now hold still, let me taste that sweet nectar of yours.”

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His Biggest Fan

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+

Word Count: 7.2k

summary: Peter Parker was your best friend while Spider-Man was your crush. Little did you know, they were the same person, and you were about to find out.

a/n: sorry for the hiatus! i’ve been tired lately, which makes it harder for me to use my brain and write lol. but thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy it!

[ask is posted below]

“Can you believe this?” You almost laughed at your iPhone. You and Peter were sat in your small, off campus apartment.

“What?” He questioned, looking up from his laptop for a moment. Knowing Peter, he was probably doing homework or something.

“Spider-Man- The Daily Bugle,” You informed, “They want to unmask him, know who he is because they think he’s not a hero,”

“Yeahhh,” Peter drew out, “Bad idea really, like who even cares who the guy is,”

“What?” You spoke, talking with your hands. You thew your hands towards Peter, watching him stiffen, “Who cares?” Your voice drew out, “He’s like, really fit and amazing at his job,” You rambled, stirring creamer in a cup of black coffee, “He does all that shit for free. Right? Like he doesn’t get paid- that’s sweet of him. I sure as hell wouldn’t bust my ass for free,”

“Yeah,” Peter spoke, “He definitely doesn’t get paid,” He laughed, thinking about his current student debt, “Also, first thing you think of is how good he looks?”

“I’m just being honest,” You spoke, “I’m sure he knows that and I bet that suit helps,”

“Helps?” Peter questioned with a small laugh, “With what?”

“Girls,” You answered, watching your friend’s head whip towards you, “What? He has to be getting laid,”

“No-” Peter began to admit, forgetting for a moment that you did not know his secret, “I mean, what? Why? Like you’d-” His words fell short as he heard you choke on your coffee at his claim, “Wait-”

“I never said-” It was too late to cover your ass. You just basically confessed that you had some sort of feelings for Spider-Man, “I mean- I’m sure everyone thought about it at least once,”

Peter no longer looked your way, “How many times have you thought about it?”

“Peter-” You groaned.

“What? We’re friends, if you like Spider-Man you should tell me,” Peter tested the water, “Friends tell their friends stuff like that, right?” He would be lying if he said he did not have a crush on you. Like, a huge crush on you. The two of you were close, having met freshman year of college. Over a year of knowing each other, it felt like a lifetime. You were comfortable around Peter, the two of you sharing affectionate, yet friendly, touches.

You would tell Peter about your crush on Spider-Man, but Peter had never shared his feelings about other girls before, so why should you? Little did you know, the reason why was because Peter did not have feelings for other girls, but for you, “A few times, I guess,” You shrugged, “but I mean, only because you saying that is making me think about it right now,”

Now, Peter was thinking about it too. He never really thought about fucking you in his suit before, but he sure as hell daydreamed about doing so many other things to you. Did that make him gross? You were his best friend and, not to mention, way out of his league, “So you’d sleep with him?”

Peter watched as you stared at him, eyebrows furrowed, “I like him a lot more than just wanting to fuck him,” You almost seemed offended by your tone of voice, “but I mean, sure. Not that it’ll ever happen but sure, yeah,” You watched Peter slip away into his thoughts. Studying his face, your eyes fell to every freckle that peppered his soft skin.

Sure, you were infatuated with Spider-Man, like you said, a lot of people probably are. But you saw the same qualities in Peter. He was like a hero without a suit, and you witnessed it first hand. You had a crush on Peter from the moment you met him on campus, but the closer the two of you had gotten, the sooner you realized that Peter did not see you in the same light. So, you fell for Spider-Man, someone who shared the same qualities and who could never reject you. Spider-Man had no idea you existed, something about that brought comfort and safety to your harmless crush.

Peter stared back at you, almost in a trance. Walking towards him, it did not faze him, his eyes studied you almost lovingly, “Hello?” You questioned, leaning into Peter’s face, “What are you thinking about? Fucking Spider-Man?” You joked.

No. He was thinking about fucking you. But he could never admit that. Could he? He watched as your hand closed his laptop, the screen his eyes were fixed on disappearing. That is when he turned his head towards you, realizing how close you truly were. At that point, even you were taken back by your close proximity. You felt Peter’s breath on your skin, his lips inches from your own.

“You’re not denying it,” You continued to speak, playfully. You wanted to kiss him. Every inch of you was begging to lean into him. He smelled of fresh laundry and the coffee you had just made for him, he probably tasted like the hazelnut creamer he put in his cup.

You were almost frozen in front of him as he stared at you. His gaze took in every inch of your face as you stared back. However, your gaze was distant, lost in thought. Little did Peter know, you were thinking about him. Your eyes fell to his lips and he wondered if that was some kind of signal, begging him to make the first move.

Leaning in, Peter’s mind wandered. He could just tell you right? You liked Spider-Man so maybe you could like him too. With each thought, he was closer and closer to your lips. Before either of you could process what was going on between the two of you, a loud crash was heard from outside your open window.

“Pete-” You spoke, eyes darting between his brown gaze. He pulled back, heard turning towards the window.

Peter sat still, studying his surroundings with his spider-sense, “Y/N,” Your name left his lips as he rose to his feet, “We need to go,”

“What? It could have just been a car crash or something,” You spoke, “Peterrrr,” You stepped closer to him. Your eyes studied the skin of his turned neck, eyes traveling to each of his brown freckles, “Hey,” You reached out, attempting to grab his attention. In doing so, your fingers fell against his hand. You watched as his head turned towards you, his gaze locking with you, “It’s fine-” Your words were drowned by another loud blast, however, this time your apartment shook around you.

“Y/N go-” Peter spoke, feeling your fingers wrap around his hand. You squeezed his sweaty palm, unable to move. Your eyes were screaming at him, feet plastered beneath you, “Y/N-” Another blast let Peter know that he needed to act fast, he just hoped that his actions would not reveal his secret. Pulling you towards him, he wrapped his hold around you. Pulling you off of your feet, his strength allowing him to carry you.

You stared at Peter, amazed by his strength but also his quick reflex. Your gaze was stolen by the sight of the building outside your window crumbling. Your eyes were fixed on the window as it grew farther and farther away as Peter rushed out of your apartment. Looking back at him, you met Peter’s eyes as he set you down in front of the staircase door.

“Go- down to the street,” He instructed as he propped open the door with its doorstop, “I’m going to make sure everyone on the floor knows what’s going on,”

“What?” You questioned, feeling the building shake again, “But what about-“ You were cut off by the sound of screams and apartment doors slamming, “Pete-“ You watched him disappear around the corner. You froze for a moment before turning the corner yourself. However, you were met with bodies running towards you, a few knocking into your shoulders, sending you stumbling back, “Peter,” He was nowhere to be seen and you wondered how he disappeared so quickly.

Peter hoped you would not return back to your apartment to find him digging his mask out of his beat-up backpack. Finding the fabric, he slipped it over his head before opening your window. Webbing the crumbling building, he swung out of your window and into the part of the building that still stood.

“Hey- Hey! Is anyone in here?” Peter questioned loudly. He scanned the collapsed room, unsure if anyone would have survived the collapse to begin with. Moving cautiously, he navigated through a doorway that still stood, making his way throughout the wreckage. Suddenly, he heard a shift coming from another collapsed apartment, “Hey- Hello?” He called out, “Does anyone need help?” Rushing into the room, he noticed movement under a. Pile of fallen bricks, “Hey-“ Beginning to dig through the collapse he slowly was able to make out two bodies. Under his mask, he locked eyes with a small child whose mother laid on top of, “Ma’am?” Peter questioned, placing a hand on the woman’s back lightly.

“My- my mom,” The young child spoke, out of breath. The weight of their mother pushed the words straight out of their lungs.

“It’s okay,” Peter spoke, “She’s just tired, you must be tired too,” He watched the child nod as he continued to remove the collapse that engulfed them, “You’ll be okay,” The child attempted to move but failed, “Hey- hey, it’s okay,”

“I can’t move my legs,” They cried, “Mom, mom! Mommy,” The building shook violently around them as Peter swore under his breath.

“Peter,” You called out, eyes searching the crowd that still gathered around the fully collapsed building. You were unsure why you did not realize it sooner, but you still checked for Peter on the street. The police cleared your building as safe to return to, you just wondered if Peter would have retired to your apartment.

You climbed the stairs since the elevators were turned off until they could be inspected. With each passing floor you added up the instances in your head. You were almost certain, Peter was Spider-Man.

Opening your door, your eyes instantly found your open window. Trailing your gaze, you turned your apartment’s short corner, eyes finding Peter reclined on your bed. His eyes were covered by a bag of frozen strawberries, “I was looking for you everywhere,” You spoke, watching Peter jump off the mattress slightly before landing back against the bed.

“You scared the shit out of me,” He spoke with a groan.

“I can never scare you,” You spoke slyly as you locked the door behind you, “Couldn’t sense me this time?”

“What?” Peter questioned.

“Next time, shut the window behind you. AC’s not cheap,” You added.

Peter was silent. However, his ears filled with the sound of his pounding heart.

“Friends tell each other stuff,” You paraphrased Peter’s previous claim, “You can tell me shit, Peter. You know?”

“I-I don’t know-“ Peter almost stuttered.

“How’d you get all those bruises?” You questioned, walking towards him. You felt your heart racing as he grew closer and closer. Your eyes scanned every inch of him, taking advantage of his obscured eyes.

“I fell down the stairs helping people out,” He lied. Realizing that was barely an excuse he continued, “and then I went into that building to help. But then the police showed up and dragged me out. Then May called and I couldn’t hear over all the noise so I came back up here. And then you showed up,”

“I showed up as soon as they cleared the building,” You spoke, “No one was allowed up here until like five minutes ago,”

“Yeah? Well,” Peter spoke, picking up the corner of the bag that sat on his, probably broken, nose, “Maybe they had to clear it again- cause they let me in here,”

“Yeah? Through my window?” You asked, “Funny how Spider-Man swung right out of it earlier,” You heard Peter groan, “Don’t lie to me, because I swear to god,”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” He spoke, basically confessing.

“You’re my friend,” You laughed almost sarcastically, “I worry about you no matter what. The fact that at some point I stopped asking about the cuts and bruises- You convinced me that you get bullied in college? Like- I’m an idiot! Because I bought it- I thought ‘yeah that makes sense’ like we’re in fucking high school,”

“I hate lying to you,” Peter spoke, attempting to sit up. But he did not make it too far, pain from his ribs running through his body. He would not be surprised if his ribs were broken, “But I just didn’t want you to worry or for someone to find out you knew my identity-“ His words fell short as the pain made him groan.

“Let me see,” You spoke.

“What?” Peter questioned, slightly moving the, now thawed, bag of strawberries.

“Let me see how bad it is,” You specified, “Where?”

“Where?” He smiled, feeling defeated. He watched you study his curled lips, “Okay but,” He paused, “I can’t really move. It’s my ribs, and my arms,” He tried pinpointing his pain but it came from everywhere, “and my legs… just everywhere I guess,”

Reaching out, your fingers pushed underneath the bottom hem of his shirt. His skin was softer than you imagined it would be. You had to mentally stop yourself from flattening your palm and trailing it across his toned body, “I thought you could take stuff like this?” You questioned, slowly pulling his shirt up his body, not wanting to cause him anymore pain, “Because of your powers or whatever,”

“Yeah but not when the whole building falls on me,” Peter laughed, however his smile faded when he felt your movement freeze.

“The what?” You questioned, concern lacing your tone, “Peter-” Pushing up the remainder of his shirt’s thin fabric, you studied the bruises that kissed his skin, “You- You need to be more careful! What do you mean? The whole building?”

“There was a kid in there- his mom was unconscious on top of him,” Peter spoke, “I had to go back in there and bring her out,” He informed, “And this is exactly why I didn’t tell you-” He felt you snatch the bag off of his face, allowing him to meet your stern gaze.

“Don’t do shit like that again,” You spoke, “I can’t even begin to think about what I’d do if you didn’t make it out of there,”

“Well I did,” Peter replied, “Okay, you don’t have to worry about me. The kid’s okay, his legs were crushed- he couldn’t get out of there himself,”

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, tossing the bag to your floor. Walking towards your bathroom, you heard Peter groan from the other room. You guessed he was attempting to follow you but failed to even raise himself off of the bed. You searched through your bathroom’s small closet, pulling out whatever you had to tend to Peter’s injuries.

“Y/N,” Peter spoke, his voice cracking mid syllable. His ribs burned around his lungs, making him burst into a fit of coughs. He felt himself healing, he just wished his accelerated healing would work faster. Opening his eyes, he realized you had returned to his side, “What’s that?” He asked, seeing you bringing wet gauze towards his face.

“Just close your eyes,” You spoke, watching him move away from you.

“What?” Peter queried, “No- no I’ll be healed by the morning-” He swallowed his words as you pressed the gauze against one of his open cuts, “s-shit- Y/N,” He groaned in pain. Little did Peter know how his pain affected you. You felt your stomach flutter, the sound that left his lips traveled straight between your legs, “What?” He questioned, feeling you freeze. Hitting your hand away, he stared at you.

“N-Nothing-” You stuttered, placing a new gauze against the opened bottle of peroxide. You shook your head, almost as if you were trying to shake the dirty thoughts away that began to pile up. You just found out that your two crushes were the same person, but because of Peter’s current state, you have not fully taken the information in.

“I can hear your heart racing,” Peter spoke again.

“So-” You mumbled.

“So why?” He inquired, “Are you disappointed? Shocked that Spider-Man’s not some fit and amazing guy- that it’s just me,”

“What?” This was all so sudden. You wondered why Peter was suddenly throwing all these questions at you. He was no longer looking at you, just staring at your apartment’s old ceiling, “What? Where- where’s this even coming from?” You studied his bruised chest, eyes trailing to his ribs and further down to the elastic of his boxers that peaked above his jeans.

Peter felt the words crawling out of his chest and up his throat. He was never this bold, so why did he want to ask you, “You still want to fuck Spider-Man?” His eyes widened, still fixed on the ceiling. He could only hope you saw him half as amazing as you found Spider-Man. You felt your entire body freeze in response to Peter’s question, “Sorry- I don’t know why I,” Peter’s voice trailed off, eyes finally opening to stare up at the ceiling, “God- I’m- I’m sorry,” He wanted to run, embarrassed at his sudden forwardness. He sat up slightly, putting his weight on his elbows. Reaching out, you grabbed his bruised face. Your fingertips dug into his cheeks, turning his face towards your own, “O-Ow! Ah! Y/N, s-shit,” Peter met your eyes. Your gaze was serious, yet somehow weak, “Okay- okay! Sor-” His rambling apology was cut off by your lips pressing against his own. The kiss was awkward as he attempted to move towards you. A pained hiss passed through Peter’s teeth as he fell back on his elbows.

“Sorry,” You spoke, pulling away from the forceful kiss, “I shouldn’t have-” This time you found Peter pulling you down towards him, lips locking once more. The kiss was heated and hungry, both of you making up for lost time. There were endless signs, now that you thought about it; but the both of you thought there was no way the other could ever reciprocate.

You pulled away, picking yourself off of Peter’s chest, “Where did that come from?” Peter questioned with a smile.

“Me?” You responded, “You pulled me back in and I felt tongue,” You watched his eyes squint as he smiled up at you. His smile was pure and genuine, yet pain shone through his expression.

Peter knew the pain was from his cuts and bruises, yet it also stemmed from keeping you in the dark, “You’re just,” Peter spoke, “You’re totally out of my league,”

“You’re Spider-Man,” You shot back, “What do you mean I’m out of your league,”

Peter stared back up at you as you rambled about Spider-Man. He took a deep breath, the sight above him warming his heart. His nostrils filled with the scent of you, something he had always loved. He could not really pinpoint what it was. Maybe some faded perfume, but it was mostly just you.

“Pete,” Your voice brought him back to reality, “What?” You questioned, his soft brown eyes stared back at you.

“You’re really my biggest fan, huh?” Peter laughed, there was a slight cockiness to his tone. He watched as you sat back on your heels silently. Your face hinted at embarrassment, making him laugh a little more, “No- no,” He smiled, “It’s cute,” He followed you, sitting up again, “It’s endearing,” His hand reached towards you, fingertips falling against the side of your neck. He felt you jump in his hold as you visibly crumbled from his touch. Peter felt himself grow hard at the sight of your timid state. His touch trailed to the base of your neck, fingers tangling in your y/h/c locks. Curling his fingers, he pulled you back towards him, eyes studying your lips.

Your head was spinning, tangled thoughts playing loudly in your head as you grew closer and closer to Peter. Your palms fell flat against the mattress, mirroring at his sides as your lips clashed with his.

This was not new to Peter, despite what people think, he is not a virgin. However, he is not that experienced either. Every move he made was calculated, trying to figure out the outcome and how far he should take this.

How far did you want him to take it?

“Y/N,” Peter muttered your name in between kisses. You hummed against his lips in response. God he wanted you. He guided you to bend your knees, sitting lightly on his lap; only hoping you did not feel just how hard he was.

You found your hands tracing each bruise you studied on Peter’s sides. He withered at the pain, but continued to deepen the kiss.

“Tell me to stop,” Peter spoke, tongue swiping your bottom lip slightly.

“What?” You questioned, lips parting. You felt Peter’s tongue against your own, making you crumble above him.

“Want you so bad, Y/N,” Peter admitted, “Tell me to stop,” A whole year of tension built within him and he did not know if he would be able to contain it.

“Don’t stop,” Your words came out in an embarrassed mutter. You felt Peter pull away, meeting your gaze as soon as your eyes fluttered open. You could barely look at him now that your feelings were known.

Peter groaned, of course the moment he could finally have you a building fell on him. He wished he could give you everything he had to offer. So, he would fight through the pain in order to pleasure you. His hands wandered, fingertips snaking underneath your shirt’s fabric, “What would you think about?” Peter questioned, touch grazing your skin. He traced over your ribs, resting his fingers against the band of your bra.

“W-Wh-what?” You stuttered, eyes still shut from his kiss, “About what?”

“Fucking Spider-Man,” He specified, studying your face. You would not look at him, eyes closed out of embarrassment, “How did he do it? What did I do to you?”

“Peter- please-,” You opened your eyes slightly. However, that did not last long. As soon as you felt his touch push up the elastic band of your bra, your eyes screwed shut.

“Tell me,” He spoke, lips nearing your neck. Pressing a wet his onto your skin, his body grew closer to yours, “Since you want this so bad,”

“Y-You- you were the one who wanted,” You were melting in his hold. His touch was somehow still gentle despite his hunger, “You want this too. R-Right?”

Peter nodded against your skin, lips peppering you with affection, “Want to make you feel good,” He breathed you in, “I’ve thought about doing so much to you,”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his claim. Little did Peter know you shared similar thoughts about him. Ever since you met him, he would fill your thoughts on sleepless nights.

“But what do you want me to do?” Peter questioned, sitting back for a moment. He studied you, “Spider-Man to do,”

You felt your face begin to heat up, “Anything,” You admitted.

“Anything?” Peter questioned, eyes studying your breasts. His gaze traced your curves until he focused on the button of your jeans. Reaching out, he paused for a moment as his body reminded him of his pain, “I need you to tell me sweetheart,” Unbuttoning your jeans, he pulled down on your zipper. His right hand slipped underneath the soft fabric of your underwear. You waited for him to make his move, his fingers hovered underneath your wetness, “Tell me or I won’t touch you,”

You took in a sharp breath, “I-I-,” You started to speak, “Y-You usually use webs,” You felt a wave of embarrassment crash through you, “I usually think about you using your webs,”

“Yeah?” Peter questioned, a stupid grin crossed his handsome face, “How?” He heard you whine in response, “Tell me. I want to know exactly what you want,”

“My wrists,” You uttered quietly. As quickly as his hand fell underneath the fabric, it left. Your eyes were still shut as you felt Peter take hold of your wrists. He shifted on the bed as he began to dig through his bag that he tossed underneath your bed. Suddenly, you fell back onto your mattress. You felt air leave your lungs as Peter brought your hands above your head. You felt the cold metal of your bed frame against your wrists, “Wait-“ You breathed out, “I-I want to be able to touch you,”

You heard Peter laugh quietly, the noise making your heart flutter, “Alright,” He webbed your wrists together before moving back down to your legs, “Are you going to look at me?”

Glancing up at him, you raised your bound hands off of your stomach. Turning your hands slightly, you allowed your fingertips to find the skin of Peter’s toned body.

“Good,” Peter spoke, holding onto your nervous glance. He brought a hand to the fabric of your shirt, slowly pulling it off of you. However, he realized he should have removed your shirt beforehand.

Raising your wrists to his eyes, he caught a fake pout forming on your lips. Your plump bottom lip slowly curled into a small smile, almost taunting him.

Peter expected nothing more from you, if he was being honest. He knew you better than anyone and he knew just how much of a brat you were, “Fine,” Peter spoke, the fabric of your thin shirt bunching in his grasp. Sitting back slightly, he tore at the fabric.

“Peter” You whined, hearing the fabric tear and feeling the room air hit your skin, “What the fuc-” Your claim was cut short by Peter bringing his lips to yours, roughly. His hands found the fabric of your jeans. With each passing thought, the fabric rolled further down your legs until it collected against your apartment’s hardwood floor.

Peter’s hands worked quickly at unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down his legs. He struggled to pull them off of his ankles as the fabric of his socks bunched. However, his lips never left yours, clouding his mind. He felt your fingers trace each of his, probably broken, ribs. They then trailed further and further down his body, tracing his toned v-line until they found exactly what they were searching for.

Your eyes fluttered open slightly, surprised to feel the size of Peter through his boxer briefs. You felt your head begin to spin, you were not sure if it was from the lack of oxygen or from feeling Peter’s precum that leaked through the thin fabric. Peter shifted above you, removing his jeans. His movement allowed you to steal a breath of stuffy air.

“You still want this?” Peter questioned from his spot above you. You nodded, “Tell me. Use your words,”

“Yes,” You responded, “I want you,”

“Want Spider-Man?” Peter questioned, still wondering if you were disappointed it was him.

“Want you,” You repeated. Your eyes followed Peter’s as he studied you. His gaze bouncing between your y/e/c irises. Nerves turned your stomach as you watched his eyes shift, something about them grew darker, hungrier. You watched him reach out, taking hold of your wrists. With a swift tug, he easily picked you up off of the bed.

You sat in front of him once more, legs straddling his hips as he kneeled under you. His hands fell against the bare skin of your legs. Peter’s touch was hesitant but it still coaxed a sigh of pleasure out of you. You could not imagine how you would feel in a matter of minutes.

Peter’s hands flattened against your skin, traveling up. His eyes fluttered shut as his heightened senses began to overwhelm him. He could feel you jump with every inch he explored of your soft skin as he listened to your staggered breathing. Your thighs were soft as he dug his fingers into you, “So pretty,” He whispered, attempting to calm you somehow. He looked up at you from under his lashes, catching your wandering eyes. You could not look at him, you were too nervous, “Look at me,” Peter instructed.

“Pete,” You responded, voice somewhat trembling. His right hand left your skin, falling onto the webbing. He gave it a slight tug.

“I can stop,” Peter reminded you, “If you want me to stop-” He watched as you shook your head almost violently, “Well, just remember,” He spoke, “I’ll stop. No matter when you say it,” His hand returned to your thigh, “I’ll stop,” His hands reached your hips, palms kneading them. You squirmed in his hold, the advancement striking something within you. The pressure on your hips turned you on and you hated that it did. A moan began to crawl its way up your throat but before it could pass through your lips, Peter caught you in a kiss, “Mm,” He hummed, continuing to explore your skin. With closed eyes, it was as if he could see you from his touch alone. His fingers traced your curves until it met the band of your bra, the fabric still pushed up allowing part of your nipple to peak out. Pushing the bra over your breasts completely, his thumbs found your nipples, beginning to play with them.

You whined against his lips, making them curl into a smile, “n-not funny,” You whimpered, pulling away from his kiss, “You’re teasing,”

“I could be doing so much worse,” Peter admitted, unsure where the claim came from. His eyes left you to locate his bag that he tossed near the bed when he swung back in through the window, “But, I’ll stop teasing,” Reaching over the edge of the bed, he attempted to grab his backpack that hid underneath.

As Peter’s gaze was turned away, you studied the skin of his neck. Your eyes found the prominent freckle that sat on his neck. The freckle you always found you staring at, wishing to place your lips against it. So you did, and you felt Peter freeze.

Peter’s left hand wrapped around the fabric of his bag as he melted into your kiss. His free hand fell against the back of your head, fingers falling between your locks, “Y/N,” Your name fell from his lips, almost sounding like a punishment. He was losing himself to you as he blindly dug through his beat up bag. When his fingers fell around the square foil, he pulled on your hair. Pulling you off of his skin, he studied you in his hold. His eyes left yours and onto your breasts. Taking a deep breath he attempted to collect himself. He planted a soft kiss on your lips before his hands fell to your thighs, pushing on them slightly, “Sit back,”

You did as Peter told you, watching his hands leave your skin to fall against the band of his underwear. You held your breath, unprepared to see Peter this way. Even though you have dreamt of it so many times, you always knew what would happen in the end. Your daydreaming was safe because you were able to manipulate every single outcome. But now, Peter could find himself completely disgusted with you. He could realize you were not as amazing and pretty as he once thought you were.

You must have been visibly panicking because your racing thoughts were interrupted by Peter’s hand cupping your cheek, “Hey! Hey- Y/N,” Peter spoke, “I’ll stop,”

“No, no sorry,” You spoke, coming back to reality, “I just,” You almost laughed, “I don’t want to disappoint you,”

“What?” Peter questioned, “I’m lucky you even like me,” Through your worries, Peter had rolled the condom in his hand down his length. Unknown to you, Peter sat before you exposed. You stared at him, realizing his words were genuine; then, your eyes found his dick. Your gaze snapped to the right, out of embarrassment. You felt your face grow warm as Peter chuckled at your reaction, “C’mere,” Peter coaxed.

He moved towards your bed’s headboard, removing his underwear in the process. Peter watched you follow him, hands bound, attempting to navigate the lumpy mattress. Sitting, back flush, he reached out for you. Helping you straddle his hips, he moved the fabric of your underwear aside. His eyes watched as your wetness stretched across, an attached string following the cast aside fabric, “You’re so wet,”

“S-shut up,” You spoke, watching a stupid smile cross Peter’s face before you buried your face into his neck. You felt him line his tip up to your entrance.

“There you go,” Peter spoke, feeling the pressure as you attempted to sit on his dick, “Fuck,” He groaned. You were tight, “Relax,”

You could not help your nerves, like you said: what if he does not like you after this? You winced at Peter’s size, every inch growing more uncomfortable, “shit,” You muttered in the crook of his neck as you forced yourself down, taking him completely.

“F-fuck,” Peter threw his head back, hitting it slightly against the wall, “you’re tight,” His hands fell to your hips as the two of you paused for a moment. You felt him attempt to look at you, making you pick your head up from his neck, “You okay?”

“Yea-yeah,” You stuttered, “You’re,” You stared at him, trying to process that Peter, your best friend, was inches deep inside you, “you’re just, bigger than I imagined,”

“Imagined?” Peter questioned, a subtle smile sat on his lips. You must have noticed, because he could feel you tighten around him, making him suppress a groan.

“Please-” You stuttered, attempting to escape his hold.

“I’m flattered you thought about me fucking you,” He stated, “but, you thought my dick would be smaller?”

“It’s-It’s a compliment,” You attempted to defend.

“Uhuhhh,” Peter toyed, fingers digging into your hips, coaxing out a moan, “Ohh,” His tone was degrading as he physically rolled your hips. A hum passed through his lips that was drowned out by your moans. Taking hold of your bound wrists, he moved them, slipping your arms over his shoulders. Your wrists sat, bound behind his head, “Are you going to move?” He questioned, “or do you need help?”

You shook your head, denying his help. You were lost for words at Peter’s sudden dominance.

Even though Peter tried to convince you his bruises were from getting bullied on campus, he was a victim of some verbal bullying. A rumor circulated in his major that he was a virgin after denying the two of you were dating and part of you believed it. The sudden dominance was unexpected and you wondered if it had always been there and you were just unaware.

You felt Peter’s hands fall to the underside of your legs, pulling you out of your daydreaming and off of his dick. Your gaze shot up, locking onto him just in time for him to pull you back down his length, “F-Fu-” You began to swear, however the word was lost in your stream of moans.

“Gotta help me out here,” Peter spoke, still producing your movements, “shit,” He groaned as you started to bounce on him. Your rhythm was sloppy and self-doubting, “good- good job,” he attempted to praise.

“Mmmm,” You hummed, focusing on your movements. You did not pay attention to your close proximity to Peter, the two of you have been closer moments earlier. However, something about this was far more intimate. Peter’s hands were not the only thing exploring your exposed skin, his eyes were wandering. His gaze turned your stomach from equal excitement and nerves. Leaning down, you attracted Peter’s gaze, allowing him to look up in time for you to catch his lips in a deep kiss. He groaned, his hunger growing harder and harder to contain.

Peter’s hands fell to the underside of your legs, raising you off of him slightly. He began to thrust up into you, his pace and rhythm quickening as he continued to lose himself to the feeling of you. Your moans filled his ears, drowning out his groans of pain. The room echoed with skin against skin as your face buried into his neck, “Pe-Peter-” You moaned.

“Yeah?” Peter questioned, “You feel so good baby,” The pet name fell past his lips making you freeze in response. You tightened around his dick, making him hum, thrusting harder up into you, “so good,”

“You- you’re gonna make me-” You moaned, voice trembling from the force of Peter’s powerful thrusts, “gonna make me cum,”

“Already?” He questioned, “Good, want you to,” Peter’s voice came in waves, equally from pain and pleasure, “Want you to cum,” He felt you nod, face still buried close to him, “You going to cum like this?”

“Y-Yes,” You moaned, nodding, “so close,”

“Good,” Peter smiled, “I want to feel you cum on my dick,” He heard you whimper at his words, feeling you clench around him, “Can you do that for me? Can you cum on my dick?”

“Gonna cum,” You moaned, “I’m gonna cum,” You focused on chasing your high, lashes fluttering against the skin of Peter’s neck, “shi-shit-” Your voice almost sang, earning a chuckle from Peter.

“That feel good?” Peter asked, “You’re doing so good. Need you to cum for- fuck-” He moaned, feeling you come undone, “Good- good job,” Your moans filled his ear as he felt your heavy breaths. It took everything in him to give you a moment to collect yourself, “You okay?” Peter questioned after a moment of silence.

“Mhmm,” You hummed against his damp skin, the open window allowed the room to fill with the city’s humid air.

“Good,” Peter spoke, pulling your arms over his head before throwing you back onto your mattress. The air knocked out of your lungs for the sudden throw. As you attempted to catch your breath, it escaped your lungs once more as Peter suddenly entered you, “fuck,” His voice was low as you looked up at him. His thrusts grew harder and faster, “god Y/N,” With a roll of his hips, Peter’s head fell heavy. He needed more of you, he needed to be deeper inside of you. Reaching out, he grabbed your hips, pulling you flush to his nude skin. His thrusts continued, filling you fully.

“MMmm shittt,” You moaned, feeling yourself grow light headed, “fuck Pete-“ Locking eyes with him quieted your claim. He stared back at you, head slightly tilted back. His mouth hung open slightly before his lips pressed into a tight line. You raised your hips, searching for another angle.

”Shi- shit,” Peter groaned, his hand blindly searching for a pillow. As his fingers found the plush fabric, he held it in a tight grasp. Thrusts slowing, he studied you: your bound wrists covered your eyes slightly, moaning lips pressed against the bare skin of your arm. Adjusting his grasp on your hip, he slid his hand to the small of your back. Arching your back, Peter placed the plush pillow below you.

Bringing his closed fists to the mattress, he balanced himself as the pace of his thrusts growing faster. A groan passed through his clenched teeth as he took in the feeling of you. You were soft and he felt as if he was about to melt, “I-I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” He almost laughed at the effect you had on him.

“Wa-want you to cum,” You moaned. You truly did not want this to end, but if you were being honest, you were starting to get sore from Peter’s strength. You would not be surprised if you woke up in the morning with just as many bruises as Peter had.

“Yeah?” Peter questioned, rolling his hips. He watched you struggle to answer, lips parted but only moans could fall from them. With a nod of your head, he picked up the pace once again, beginning to focus on his orgasm that was not too far out of reach. The pain of Peter’s bruised ribs traveled through his body as his thrusts kept getting harder and faster. In this moment he forgot about his strength, mind only occupied by you and how you felt around him. Your screams were muffled by the sound of his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he reached the edge of his climax, “I’m gonna cum. Fuck Y/N- mm, baby I’m cumming,” His words weaved together as his head fell back, lips parted in pleasure.

You studied him as best as you could through your fluttering lashes. The skin of Peter’s chest was flushed, covered in a layer of sweat. Extending your arms, you rotated your wrists, bringing the pads of your fingers to the skin of his toned abdomen, traveling down to the base of his dick. Peter’s thrusts were sloppy as his hips jolted to a stop, filling the condom that sat deep inside of you.

His breaths were heavy as his heart rattled in his chest. That is when he realized just how rough he could have been. With a sudden shift in demeanor, he pulled out of you, “Shit,” You basically gasped, not ready for Peter’s quick exit.

“Are you okay?” He asked, bringing his hand to your damp skin. Peter’s touch was gentle as he traced almost every inch of you, waiting for any pained reaction.

“Just a little sore,” You smiled softly, “but I should have known. You know, the whole super strength thing,” You watched as Peter stood up, removing the used condom from himself. He left your side, beginning to pull his boxers up his legs. Was he leaving? Every negative thought once again filled your mind. Throwing your head back down onto the mattress, you closed your eyes, covering them with your bound wrists.

Moments passed of silence until you were surprised by the feeling of a warm towel against your skin. Raising your arms, you looked down to find Peter gently cleaning you, “Is that too hot?” You heard him question.

Bringing your wrists back over your face, you attempted to hide the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, “N-no,” You replied, voice cracking slightly.

“Oh- sorry! Here let me-” Peter’s voice trailed off as he took hold of your hand, his dominant hand beginning to rip the webbing, “There,” He smiled, freeing you.

“Thanks,” You replied, taking a deep breath in an attempt to collect yourself. You did not want to cry in front of Peter, especially after sex. Afterall, it was Peter and he would overthink it, when in reality you were just being overemotional.

“Soo,” Peter’s voice drew out as he removed the pillow from your arched back, “How was that?” He watched you laugh slightly.

“Good,” You smiled, “Really good. It was great,”

“Because if Peter wasn’t that good, Spider-Man could give it a try next time,” Peter somewhat teased.

“Don’t tempt me with that suit,” You smiled, watching Peter lean over you. He caught you in a kiss, however both of you could not help but smile.

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