#cock blocked by corona

[shuichisweave]

Your Bimbo reader x Edward was just- *chef's kiss* They're so cute I love that dynamic!

i'm so delighted to see that people liked my fic so much anyways haha after i got corona i had a huge writers block anyways lol heres part two

crosswords part two

Edward Nashton x Bimbo Reader

It had been a day since Edward had seen you last. He didn’t have the heart to text you. The fact that you had been so unbearably sweet to him, and handed him your number without him even having to ask for it. He was undeniably whipped for a girl he didn’t even know. He couldn’t stand the anxious feeling he got deep inside of himself when he became nearly brave enough to make the first move. Unable to withstand it for longer he began to chastise himself for his cowardice.

“Fuck, get a hold of yourself Edward!” He spoke to himself, “You’re making yourself look like more of an ass by not texting her. Get to it already!” He swiped his phone off of his dresser and searched through his coat pocket for his crossword puzzle page that you scrawled your number onto. It was only now that he had noticed the small glittery heart you had drawn next to your number, and he began to feel soft at the sight of it. It was a weird thought, but he thought your handwriting was just like you, cute. ‘No-’ He thought, ‘It doesn’t mean anything, the girl dots her letter ‘I’s with hearts when he writes… It’s insignificant.’ Regardless of that he typed in your number into his phone and sent off a message to you, it read as

-‘Hey this is the guy from the diner the other night.’

Finally typing this down he realized the completely embarrassing fact that he hadn’t even given you his name the night previous, nor had he learnt your name. Rookie mistake when meeting hot girls in tiny dresses. God, the more he thought about that dress…He hated to say it but the night he met you he was practically undressing you with his eyes, imagining you in nothing but the baby blue chunky pumps you had been wearing. He was laser focused on the small of your back, and how badly he wanted to wrap his arms around it and pull you onto his lap. His mind swirled with lewd fantasies of you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants before he heard his notification sound go off. You had responded!

He dashed to his messages and found that you had responded with,

-‘omg! hi!! you were super cool to talk to the other night! do you want to talk on the phone together?’

Fuck fuck what had he gotten himself into? He was utter shit at talking on the phone to people let alone a grown woman he was interested in. What was he meant to do in a situation like this? This was foreign territory that he had never ventured into before, and god, now was as good a time as any to start making headway. “Man it the fuck up Nashton- get on with it!” He berated himself for his lack of courage softly under his breath. The illuminated keyboard shone back at him brightly, mocking him for not being strong enough to simply talk to a girl on the phone. He made his move and replied,

-’Sure thing, now is just fine.’

He did not know whether or not to call you first- but before he could even make that decision, he was startled by the deafening sound of his ring-tone and the drop down notification showing an incoming call from your phone number; speaking of, he should really set up your contact in his phone when he gets off the phone with you. He fumbled with his phone before clicking ‘accept’ and pushing the phone up to his ear before being met with your cheery greeting tone.

“Hey hi! It’s great to finally talk to you again- um. Wait no i've got it… give me a second. Oh gosh I’m so embarrassed… What was your name again?” You said remorsefully, clearly humbled at the fact that you believed you had lost his name. 

“No-no it’s alright, when I uh, met you the other night we never got around to exchanging names, I’m Edward by the way,” He said, slightly comforted by the fact you were almost equally as awkward as him. Key word being almost, he had the same amount of grace as a brick being thrown through a window. You chuckled lightly over the other end of the phone and replied with your name back to him. He grinned at hearing this, a soft swelling warmness in his heart began to appear. You began to speak again to him, “So um, Mister Edward… I was wondering if I could possibly see you again sometime soon? Maybe you could come over to my place, and we could … I dunno, watch a movie? Your choice of course! I’m down for anything.”

Was this a message? From God? To see that he was truly out there? Because fuck, he felt like he was in heaven currently. Before he could leave you hanging he hastily replied, “YES! I mean yes. Of course. I’m free this Wednesday if that works out for you?” He was white-knuckling the knees of his trousers so hard he was afraid he was going to burst a blood vessel in his eye. He waited with baited breath for your impending response. Finally, (thank fuck) You replied back, “Totally! You like popcorn? I’ve got a couple bags and I've been waiting for a good excuse to use them. I’ll text you my address and we’ll link up then okay? But promise me you’re not like, a totally creepy murderer got it?” He let go of the breath he had been holding in unknowingly, and answered the pressing questions you had. 

“God-I no! Of course not. But yeah that sounds good to me. I’ll be there. I guess I um…Promise not to be a psycho killer?” You squealed in excitement into the receiver on your end of the phone, “O.M.G. I’m so excited to see you again Eddie! It’ll be just me and you! It’s a date! See you then!” You half screamed before the call ended with a beep. 

It’s a date. It’s a date.   It’s a date! He could feel his face warm and his heart soaring out of his chest.

#edward nashton x reader #fanfic #riddler #the riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #riddler x reader #edward nygma #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton smut #edward nashton #bimbo reader

[trin-gvf]

J.T.K - forbidden love

1k words minors DNI

jake x fem!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, age gap

i just wanted to get something out, my writers block has been acting up </3

you stared out your window, watching jake down his 3rd beer of the day. he was your dad's best friend and he was over today, cooking for a barbecue the two men wanted to host.

you decided it was time to get dressed. you ended up getting into an ankle long skirt with a slit in it and a black cropped tank top. you pair it with a pair of regular converse. it was too hot for pants or a regular shirt. you didn't want to put too much makeup on so you decided with mascara and winged eyeliner with lip gloss.

you walked outside to see your dad and jake talking. you walked up to your dad and gave him a hug.

"look who's awake!" he said, scruffing your hair

"dad!" you complained, fixing your hair.

"leave her alone, danny, who knows how long it took her to get ready" jake said the second half of his sentence in a funny voice.

"jake you're almost as bad as him," you groaned.

"aww it's just jokes, kiddo. how've you been? haven't seen you in a while." he said, pulling you into a side hug. you hugged him back and popped a piece of chicken into your mouth that jake had just cooked.

"mmm! that's pretty good!"

jake said thank you before you asked.

"are josh and sammy here?" danny nodded and pointed passed the crowd of people to the two men.

"alright, I'll talk to you guys later" you said, walking towards your dad's friends.

"hey y/n!" josh said, hugging you. he was in his usual get up, a jacket, white shirt and khaki pants.

"how are you in that?! it's 88 degrees today" (31°c) you asked in disbelief

"it's comfortable, plus you're just dramatic." he said, taking a swig from a corona.

you gave a hug to sam next and caught up with the two.

"how's college going? you're in your first year, yeah?" sam asked as he took a bite of a vegetable kebab.

"its going good, lots of studying and loads of exams but overall it's not too bad."

—

later in the day, it had cooled off and you decided to go back into your room. you were about to do school work when you heard your phone ding.

jakey: you looked nice today. it was good to see you

y/n: thank you, jake! it was amazing seeing you.

jake: 🖤

y/n: oh! could you come up to my room? i have something for you!

he said he would and eventually heard a knock on your door. you smirked knowing what you were about to do.

"hi, jake" you smiled at him.

"hey, y/n, what ya got?"

you walked over to your desk and grabbed a guitar pick.

"i bought it because it reminded me of you." you explained, handing it to him.

"oh my god that's so cool!" he exclaimed while looking it over.

it was a black guitar pick with a red electric guitar painted onto it.

"i cant even use this, its too cool to get fucked up" he laughed, looking at you.

you smiled up at him, looking his face over. his smile disappeared when he saw you doing so.

"what's wrong? is there something on my face?" his heart started to race.

in reality, he was very aware of what was about to go down. no matter how hard either of you tried, itd happen.

"no…i just think you're handsome."

"y/n…we can't-"

you softly laid a hand on his chest.

"jake, i haven't stopped thinking about you since the last time" you said, giving him begging eyes.

"tell my dad you're in the bathroom, whatever you have to do. just…please-" your words were cut short by jakes lips. he looked back, making sure the door was locked before pushing you back onto the bed.

he left soft yet hurried kisses to your neck.

"you better be so fucking quiet." be growled in your ear. you hurriedly nodded, softly crying for his touch.

he tore your skirt off, roughly massaging your clit through your panties.

"fuck i have to be quick." he said, looking at the clock on your nightstand. he pulled his pants down along with his boxers.

he drug his cock through your wetness. as he pushed in, he softly laid his forehead on your shoulder and gasped as he started to fuck into you.

"i missed your pussy so much. fits my cock so well." he started to pick up his pace. you enjoyed the feeling of being stretched out by jakes cock.

the secret of it all made it so much better. knowing anyone could hear you if you got too loud.

"god jake your so fucking good…holy- shit!" you whisper yelled as his thumb toyed with your clit.

you both froze when you heard a knock on your door.

"y/n?!' it was your dad's voice.

"oh fuck.." jake mouthed to you.

"yeah!??" you asked him.

"have you seen jake?! i can't find him!" he said, talking through the door.

"uh- no! i haven't!"

"ughh! i'll find him, thanks!"

you heard his footsteps walk down the hallway. jake let out a breath before saying

"that was so fucking close. holy shit."

"hurry up jake" you said, needing to get off already.

he nodded and went even quicker and deeper into you.

you squeezed your eyes shut and left your mouth slightly open. jake covered your mouth with his hand, letting you bite down on it.

"finish, baby. finish for me."

as you came, your vision went blurry and all your senses went numb. when you came back down, jake was pushing your shirt up, just about to finish. he pulled out and let his cum paint your stomach.

you both quickly got your clothes back on, pulling your shirt down after cleaning the cum up.

before he left the room, he pulled you into a hug and gave you a kiss.

"i'll text you later, princess."

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka #jake #sammy #sammy kiszka smut #danny #danny wagner smut #jake kiszka smut #josh gvf #jake gvf #sammy gvf #danny gvf

[madamsnape921]

Direct Payment

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x female reader 

Warning: violence, technically a little noncon but not to Y/N 

WC: 1555

Tag List: I'm not tagging anyone because this is gross, but I want it off my WIP list

“What do you mean you used it? You used all of it? You were supposed to sell it, pendejo!” the king of the heights, Nevada Ramirez, spat out while he grabbed the man’s face and squeezed while two of his men held the man’s arms. “I want my money.”

The man looked panicked, his eyes darting around his apartment, hoping for a miracle.

“Well, pendejo? How do you propose I get what’s owed to me?” Nevada questioned.

Before the man could answer he heard a miracle arrive.                                                                  

“John? Are you here?” you called out as you walked into the room. “What the hell is going on?”

Nevada smirked at John before turning to you. “Hola, Mamí.”

You were wearing a cami and a pair of shorts and sweating from the lack of AC in this cheap apartment. “You want an autograph, pendejo?” you asked as you watched Nevada’s gaze run completely up your body. 

Nevada smiled and looked at your face. 

“Her. You can fuck my girlfriend if you let me live, Nevada” John cried. 

“What the literal hell, John? You’re selling drugs again and now you want me to cover your debt? He’s hot, but are you really that stupid?”

Nevada smiled, “Boys, take him to the bedroom. Tie him down. Make sure he’s ready.” He turns and looks at you. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re about to kill John and I’m about to never step foot in this apartment again,” you answered.

“What about his deal? I hate him. You hate him. We could mess with his head,” Nevada smiled. 

John had always been a liar, but the sex was good enough for you to stay. You really didn’t care about John and this guy was seriously hot. You could tell he was dangerous. “So you want me to do what? Lay there and let you fuck me to… what? Hurt him?”

“Do you trust me?” Nevada asked.

“Not in the slightest,” you said coldly.

“Smart. No harm will fall to you and I’ll leave you with a little gift. No strings attached.”

You think for a second. John has been getting lazy lately, probably the drugs, and you hadn’t gotten any in a while. “Fine, but no bitch, slut, whore, or anything like that. John’s the pissant and you will fuck me with respect.”

Nevada smiled and reached into his back pocket. He placed a folded stack of hundreds into your back pocket. He pulled out and tapped your ass lightly, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Well now I feel like a whore. 

Nevada walked towards the bedroom and closed the door behind you. You see John tied to the bed, spread eagle with his head to the foot of the bed. He is naked with the exception of a piece of his kit, the rubber surgical hose, tied tightly around his thigh and around the base of his cock and balls. Clearly in pain you notice that John has a few open wounds on his body surrounded by bruising. 

“Great job, boys!” Nevada smiled. “Now, go in the living room and let me talk with him.” Nevada's men walked out to the front and closed the door behind them.

“Beer is in the fridge, guys. The Coronas are Johns, drink them first!” you yelled. The boys cheered.

“Now, puta, what have you done?” Nevada asks John.

“I used your drugs Nevada,” John replied.

“Correct. Now, if you had my money this would be no problem. However you are an insect on the shit that is this block. You could never pay me for the quarter kilo you took from me.”

“No, sir, never. That’s why you should fuck Y/N. Her pussy is cash.”

You frown and then slap John. “You’re a real piece of shit, John.”

Nevada laughs, “I spoke with Y/N and she is agreeable to finally have a man treat her with the respect and care that she deserves. You’re going to watch.”

“Hey, I never said I would wa…” Nevada slaps John hard.

“You have no power here.”

John's whine was ignored. Nevada looked at you and asked. “Please strip, Y/N.”

You began removing your clothes until you stood there completely naked. Your skin glistening in the open window light made Nevada’s eyes open wider and John’s filled with a single tear.  “Y/N, will you please hand me a pair of John’s underwear from the dirty clothes?”

Confused, you handed him a pair. Nevada folded them up and shoved them into John’s mouth. “Putas don’t talk, they watch. Y/N, would you please hop on the bed. I’d love it if that cute little pussy was held right above John’s head, please.”

You climb over John with your pussy over his nose. You suddenly feel Nevada start to eat you out from behind. 

“Fuck! Yes. Oh my god, that’s new!”

Nevada pulled out for a moment, “John, keep your eyes open. You’ll learn something.”

Picking up on Nevada’s vibe you add, “Maybe if you didn’t… didn’t use all that prod… product you’d be able to make me make these noises.” You gushed and felt Nevada’s smile on your lips as you became even more wet.

“Are you ready, Y/N?”

“I’m so close, Nevada, finish me.”

“I’m told I’m a better finisher with my cock.”

“Then give me that cock,” you looked behind you and saw Nevada opening his button down shirt and rolling up his sleeves. He removed his pants and underwear to show you his enormous dick. How am I going to fit that in me? you wondered. 

“Don’t worry I’ll go slow.” Nevada smiled and looked down at John. “Ever seen one this big before?” Nevada smacked John in the face with his cock. “I’m a little dry. I need to prepare this for Y/N.” He looked down at his cock and rested it and his balls on John’s face. He looks down and spits on his cock intentionally missing a few times. “Sorry John, I missed.” Nevada then rubs his erect cock over John’s face. “Ready, Mamí?”

Not noticing that you had been rubbing your clit furiously to prepare for that. You sigh, “Yes, but slowly, Papi.”

John’s eyes widen and Nevada chuckles, “Si mi gatita.”

Nevada put his tip into your slit and you moaned loudly, embellishing only slightly. “God that’s huge. Be careful, I’ve never had anything that wide in me.”

John began to struggle. 

Nevada slowly continued to insert himself into you. Feeling your walls trapping and wrapping his cock into you. You moaned in pain for only a moment until the endorphins kicked in and you surrendered to the pleasure. 

“Papi, please,” you begged.

As soon as Nevada heard that he stopped. Feeling the stretch on his cock and the quick breathing of John’s nose on the lowest point of his balls. Nevada then bottoms into you.

“That’s too much.”

“You can take it, gatita.”

You calmed and felt wide open, “I’m ready, Papi.”

“That’s my gatita,” Nevada slowly started to pump in and out of you. 

“Fuckfuckfuck” you yipped and he continued to piston into and out of what feels like your soul. “Papi, I’m ready for more.”

Nevada doesn’t stop and begins to more quickly fuck you until he starts feeling like a jackhammer. “John never could fuck me like this.”

Nevada laughs and grips into your hips. Held onto you as his full balls slapped and punched into John’s face. 

“You know I’ll be ruined after this, John. I can’t accept tiny cocks like yours anymore,” you inform John.

“Gatita, I am close. Dónde?”

“In me. I never let John, but I’ll let a real man mark me.”

With three more hard and deep pumps, Nevada emptied into you. 

Feeling this fullness pushed you over the edge and you came hard on his cock.

“FUCK, it was so close,” you quiver. Nevada takes this time to pull out and let his limp cock lay on John’s face. 

“Deal. Gatita, stay there for a moment. I want to watch it slide out of you.”

“Ok.” You reply as you can feel the load slide out from you. Knowing what Nevada wants you squeeze the rest of the load out onto John’s face. You then jump from the bed. 

“You’re a god. Much better than John.”

“You’re a goddess. Top 10, no questions.”

The moment was ruined as John struggled with his binding. You put your clothes back on and looked to Nevada, “So what now?”

“Well…” Nevada picks up your phone from the floor. “You dropped this,” he fiddled with the phone before handing it to you. “This is my personal number. If he contacts you again, let me know. Also, let me know if you’d ever like another round with Papi.”

“Yes, sir. Now what about him?”

“Oh yes, my mistake. Boys!” Nevada’s men walked in and picked up the mattress and carried it to the fire escape. “Should I kill him, Y/N?”

“He’s a jerk, but please don’t.”

“Puta, this lady is truly a gracious goddess. Thank her for letting you live.”

John is silent. One of Nevada’s men punches him in the stomach so hard he coughs up the underwear. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Leave him on the fire escape, boys. So, Y/N, are you hungry?”

#nevada ramirez x reader #trouble in the heights #tw: noncon

[fungaloids]

i dont really gibe a . obfuscatory editing this post sorry so nobody misunderstands me and is like tumblr thrall FUNGALOIDS wants MCDONALDS to put SPIKES THROUGH OUR BRAINS that AMPLIFY DESIRE FOR FASTFOOD. well my brain is a trained weapon i deflect marketing like photons i block ruthlessly with my wicked cruel neuronal tactics i am trained in the art of advanced adblock i can erase things you have never even heard of before they hit my screen i am a hater i am an adversary i have a fever. it is all white noise to me and in the end all will nonetheless return to dust . however if you reblog posts from advertisers like haha hoho epic pwnage from the restaurants (clapback in parlance i dont care to repeat. ethically) i am not going to cause you any harm but you are 10% more likely to be eaten by a wolf i thinkand thasts my honest warning. +btw this is my corona virus announcement #sickboss #grindset #villain #propecy #cock #killing #virus keep your eyes peeled for my horrible manuscripsts. in 10 yearrs to 20 years.

#meaw.txt

[keeping-69-secrets]

My big dicked sub. 🥰 Needy boy who craves and begs for my attention. 😘

#mistress diaries #cock blocked by corona

[killer-beans]

My aesthetic is somewhere between Dr. Harleen Quinzel, the Richie Tozier from IT, and Fraggle Rock

#dr harleen quinzel #harley quinn #wlw #harley quinn reminds me of this girl i had a crush on #we both were into nerdy shit #anyway i was very close to asking her out #and then corONA VIRUS HAPPENED #basically i got cock blocked by covid #oops #sapphic #useless lesbian #lesbians #lesbian #it #it chapter three #it chapter ii #it chapter two #beep beep richie #richie trashmouth #adult richie #richie tozier #mokey fraggle #gobo fraggle #red fraggle #boober fraggle #wembley fraggle #fragglecore #fraggle rock

[boundtobreakk]

I was supposed to see CNCO with @hoelsscruff in NYC, DC and Chicago next week. I’m so sad right now 😭 Doesn’t help that I miss traveling so much!!!

#corona really ruined my entire 2020 lmao #she said fuck your 5 harry shows too #took away sad summer fest smh #smh miss rona is cock blocking #cnco #sad summer fest #harry styles

[bonesfromyonder]

am i really getting

c o c k b l o c k e d

by a

F U C K I N G

V i R u S

#covid-19 #corona #cock block

[echo-of-sounds]

cock and ball worship

Small smut drabbles of cock and ball worship with Aizawa, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog.

Don’t like/Don’t read: ball worship (obviously), rimming, and deep throating/choking

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta’s knees settled on either side of your head, bumping his erection against your nose and chin. They spread, lowering his balls, perfectly positioning them. Hair and heat brushed your lips as you opened them. It goaded him to sink just a bit further, and you drew his left into your wet, greedy mouth, supping on his smell and taste. They shifted in their pocket with your lip’s waving.

You released with a loud slurp. Spit clung to you and him. Your tongue twirled around him before moving to his right, treating it with the same adoration: toying, pumping him between your lips and teeth, inhaling the scent, savoring the bitter flavor, indulging yourself in the feel of his hair and skin.

Then your mouth was suddenly empty. You whined and followed the sweets, but a hand pushed your chest back to the bed. He commanded in a lightly winded voice, “Open.”

You did with a smile. His glans slipped in, allowing you to drink his precum. His balls plopped on your forehead, blocking your vision as you nursed, twirling your tongue around his heated head to draft more salt.

Sho groaned his first groan. He slipped deeper, letting you delight in his taste and groans. You whimpered for more, to be loaded, stuffed, choked. Veins textured over your tongue, swabbing into the back of your mouth, trying to wedge further. His balls compressed lustfully, fully nosing you against him. Weight increased. Musk laded.

Just when the cutoff air became too much, he withdrew. Saliva and precum slopped to your face. He inched forward, not needing to tell you what to do; You lapped behind his balls, kissing and laving all along his perineum, to the ring of muscles and starting pumping him, slow and steady.

“Fuck,” he rasped, humping in sync with your hand. An exploratory lick caused a handsome groan. The low pitch told he was close.

You refocused on his balls, sucking one in by your teeth, now jerking him off hastily. Curses, degrades, and compliments flew out of his mouth about yours. You moaned and kept up with your feeding and stroking, loving the continued deepening of his sounds.

Hands fell to your hips, baring Shouta’s heft, as his own thrust into your grip. After a few more swears, his thighs went rigid, almost clamping against your temples, and he released onto your chest and stomach, grunting, cussing, violently bucking.

He moved off of you. Ragged hair stuck to his flushed cheekbones. Pink ears peeked out from under the dark strands. He scowled and raised an eyebrow, questioning your smile, “What?”

“Nothing.” You kissed his thigh and rested on it. “You’re just handsome.”

Gang Orca

“Let me do it.” You nuzzled Kugo’s thighs further apart and crawled between them. Before his nerves worked up too much or he tried to curb your enthusiasm, you hushed him, cooing, “Just let me take care of you tonight, Kugo. You deserve it.”

“You really don’t need to.”

“I want to,” you whispered against his thigh. Skin cooled your lips, ever so slightly twitching from the tender touching. You sighed, trailing your tongue along him, already worked up, “Trust me. I really, really want to.”

Kugo laid back onto the pillows and relaxed. Keeping your fingers featherlight, you cradled his fluttering, growing erection. You started with a few kisses lengthwise. Thin, smooth skin tensed under your lips. And by the time they brushed his head, he curved erect, pulsing in your soft hold.

You tilted him up and licked under his shaft. His natural salt created a fragile layer. It was lush and lovely and just as appetizing as his kisses. When it was lapped away, a heated, heavier tartness was exposed, sinking into your nose and tastebuds, practically begging to be sucked off till he laid dry.

After an adoring nip to his corona, inciting it to flare, you praised, “You taste amazing today.”

Kugo grunted, staring at the ceiling. If he could blush, you knew his face would be beet red and absolutely adorable.

You flicked his frenulum with your tongue. “How long do you think you’re gonna last?”

He opened his mouth to answer. But his words were stifled into a groan as you suckled on his glans, sipping the amassed precum out of his opening. It quickly diminished. You moved down to his balls, shamelessly sucking and biting and frisking the sleek, hairless, loose skin, prizing the feel and taste.

They rose as you pushed your tongue between them, dragging your hand up his erection, pushing, squeezing precum out, drizzling onto his stomach in beautiful, thin, pearl strings. He pulsed beneath your tongue. His thick base enlarged when you repeated the action: gripping firmly, creeping up from bottom to middle, licking along his raphe, watching how your hand milked him so perfectly.

A rumble shuddered down Kugo’s spine, acoustically stimulating you. You teased, “Do you like that?”

He nodded then inhaled sharply from your grasp turning into a vice. But it gave you another handsome groan. Keeping the tight motions up with one hand and using the other to massage his balls, you fixated on his base with your mouth, feasting on the dripping-in-salt skin.

You bit his underside. The fat vein bulged. You nipped it harder, ending in a sucking kiss to apologize. But you did it again, juggling him in your fingers, noticing how swollen they’ve become, tensing, raising closer to his body.

With a smile, you bit him one last time before his thighs went stiff, his cock dilated, and he released onto his abs, groaning and grabbing the bedsheet. You continued pumping, wanting to see all of his cum seeped out, and complimented him, “You lasted longer than I thought you would.”

“Me too,” Kugo hissed, sloppily jerking into your hand. His hips persisted in the little thrusts even when you finally let go, working through the dying aftershocks.

You patted his thigh, watching his actions. “You’re so cute.”

Hound Dog

“You know what to do.” The charge on Ryo’s voice sent you to your knees, between his legs, ready to please. He drooped flaccid, faintly twitching. You looked up. His eyes narrowed with a growl, “Start.”

You grabbed and angled him, beginning by sucking on his foreskin, stretching it in your lips. Your tongue edged in. Bitter salt laced inside, doubling when you circled his glans, mixing into acute, tangy musk. You moaned as your tongue pushed deeper and tasted greater, harsher amounts.

“Use your spit.”

Gently pulling the thin skin back to reveal the pointed-like tip of his head, you gathered saliva in your mouth, drench him in it, then recovered him, pooling the spit inside. Your tongue dipped in again, supping on the medley of bitter liquids.

His full erection caused some foreskin to retract, but you still played within it. He was thick, veiny, throbbing under your tongue and fluxing finely above, waving with your sloppy-wet movements. Spittle drooled out past your lips. Thrumming thrilled your spine.

Suddenly fingers snagged your hair, forcing and holding you down, giving no mercy. You gagged and clawed at him as he remained lodged in your throat. He gnarled, “Think you can take more?”

You gagged again, but nodded, wanting to worship him like you said you would. After a few more seconds, the grip yanked you off, granting a breath.

It didn’t last. Ryo stood and directed you, “On the bed. You know how.”

You scrambled on it, laid on your back, and hung your head off the edge. Large thighs stood on either side of your temples. Craving to be full again, your mouth opened on its own. His cock sunk into its home, grinding his balls against your lower forehead. His grunt rumbled through his entire body, straight into your mouth, “I know you can take more.”

You whined the best you could with him embedded inside your throat. Sour salt steeped into your nose and tastebuds.

“You said you wanted to worship me, so take it,” he sneered, lurching his hips. Relaxing your muscles, crushing his balls to you, he plunged past the tight barrier, pushing out a warbling gag from you. Saliva swashed out and trailed up your cheeks. A few stress-and-strain-filled tears joined it.

“Fuck. You like this, I can tell.” Ryo’s hips began humping, never leaving you empty, only moving out an inch to jerk back in, jarring your neck. Pain formed at the pressure. Wetness stuck to his balls then slapped against your forehead. You scrunched your eyes, focusing on your other overloaded sense.

Suddenly, your throat was freed, left sore, stretched. It was swiftly refilled, submerging your smell, taste, and hearing with salted bitterness, warning snarls, and hot, inflated skin.

Fingers enclosed around your throat, cutting off what little air you could get. His base inflated into a small knot-like balloon, sticking him stuck, burdening your jaw and throat more. Neither of you had a choice as cum sloshed out. You grabbed his thighs to keep him still while you gorged yourself on all the thick, pungent, acrid filth.

Ryo pulled out, dowsing your face in spittle, cum, froth, and tears. The blended liquids didn’t deter him. He kneeled and licked your cheeks. “We’re doing that again.”

“We better,” you laughed.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #gang orca #gang orca x reader #kugo sakamata #kugo x reader #hound dog #hound dog x reader #ryo inui #ryo inui x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha

[mull3ts]

Quarintine Boyz, Part One

Pairing | NCT's 00 line x Reader

⚠ Warnings! | Smut, Orgy (5some, but that comes in part 2), Swearing, is this qualified crack?, Just a bunch of flirting too, Fingering, Dirty Talk, *not proofread, Requested!

↳ Word Count: 3.1k

· Part 2

Week 1:Day 1/14, 8:43 am

"You need to stop eating my coffee, Donghyuck"

He gasped

"Um? Eating? Really? You're a bit stupid, Jaemin." Donghyuck fought back

"Think again," Jaemin hissed "I'm not the one stupid enough to drink coffee that's not theirs!"

Jeno glared at them

"Will you guys just-"

"Butt out of it, sexy guy" They both yelled

"That one's new" Jeno mumbled

"Will you bitch asses shut up, there's a pandemic for crying out loud!" Renjun yelled from the couch

"I have litterally never heard that word once in my life" You said streching as you just woke up

"Y/N" Donghyuck and Jaemin said both storming towards you

"Tell him he shouldn't drink my coffee" Jaemin said

"Nu-uh tell this hoe to back off because if it's on the counter, it's free real estate" Donghyuck said

"That's really not my problem, what's a pandemic?" You asked

"Apparently it's when we can't go outside anymore and quarantine for 2 weeks." Renjun sighed

"How am I supposed to work out!" Jeno shrieked

"How am I supposed to get laid!" Jaemin said dropping his bag of coffee grounds

"How am I supposed to leave and see Mark!"

"How am I supposed to care about that, Hyuck" You mumbled

"How am I supposed to live with all of you!" Renjun screamed grabbing his hair

"First of all," You began, "Jeno, you can do home workouts"

"But my weights..." Jeno whispered

"Jaemin, just jackoff for god's sake!"

"It's not the same...Can I use you?" Jaemin said, being absolutely serious

"That sounds horrible, no. Donghyuck, just call Mark or something!"

"But I wanna kiss him!" Donghyuck cried

"Kiss your phone! Renjun...let's go jump off of a bridge" You sighed

"Let's go!" Renjun said grabbing his car keys "We'll miss you all...not really but still!"

Jeno blocked the door

"Nope. You two aren't going anywhere" He said crossing his arms

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you two catching Corona" Jaemin pouted

You both sighed "Fine"

"So, what's for breakfast?"

"So, what's your social security number?"

"What?"

"What?"

Day 2/14, 6:23 am

"Oh, hi Jaemin"

You were taken aback, Jaemin was cooking, at 6:00 am

"What's cooking good looking?" He smirked

"Um, nothing, I'm not cooking?" You questioned

"Shit, um....y-you'reeeeeeee hot, mmhm, hot like hot, really hot." Jaemin said thinking about it as he spoke

"T-thanks?"

Jaemin got a plate for the both of you and turned around making you actually look at him

You screamed while turning red

"NA JAEMIN WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING A SHIRT?!"

"It's hot?" He stated plainly "So I'm not wearing a shirt."

"I'm fucking cold Na Jaemin, what makes you think it's hot?"

He smirked again, you'd really like to wipe that smirk off of his pretty face

"You're in the room, makes it hotter"

"I KNEW THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN. I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS TO HER NA JAEMIN!" Renjun yelled waking down the stairs

"Y-you what?"

"Shit. I've been exposed"

"And what are you gonna do about it" Jaemin said slamming his fist on the table

"Nothing, except go back to bed. Oh and by the way...the AC is broken and that's why it's so cold" Renjun said yawning and walking back up the stairs

"Yeah, aren't you cold, Jaemin?" You questioned looking at the goosebumps on his biceps

"I'm fine" He said placing your food on the plate "So, you gonna put on a shirt-" He stopped you. "Nope. I'm staying shirtless with this apron".

"You know that's a Peppa Pig apron right?"

"It was cheap! Your point is...". You shook your head "It's nothing".

Day 2/14, 2:55 pm

"You don't mind if I workout while your here, right?" Jeno asked holding a workout mat

"No, this is your room anyways"

"Cool" That's when Jeno started to remove his shirt

"A-aren't you gonna keep that on"

Smack

"Keep it, babe. Wear it sometime" He smirked while beginning to stretch

Then an idea popped into his head

"Why don't we stretch something else, hmm?" Jeno said playfully

"Like what"

He motioned you to come to him with is finger

He started to remove your clothes until you were bare

"J-jeno"

"Shh, keep it down babe, the others will hear you"

Jeno released his cock from his shorts and rubbed your entrance making you whimper

"Already wet, babe?" He chuckled

"J-jeno, please" You begged

"What is it you want babe, tell me"

"I want-"

It was just his imagination, and he was already doing his push-ups. He looked at you to see what you were doing

"Sniffing my shirt? Do I smell that nice?"

"Hey Jeno you-" You paused examining his body

"-you have a really big...dick"

Jeno stopped doing his push-ups looking at you like you told him something dumb

"Well geeze, babe, you don't have to remind me" He said going back to his push-ups

You heard a laughter erupt from the door

"Pft, Y/N, you haven't even seen his dick out of his pants" Donghyuck laughed leaning on Jeno's door frame

"Well is it big?" You asked innocently making Jeno's dick harden

"Are these two really having a conversation about my dick?"

"Oh my sweet Y/N, it's big, until the day Jeno decides to bed you...I'll tell you it's big"

You seemed so fascinated

"Woah, cool"

Day 3/14, 1:22 am

"Renjun?" You questioned

"Huh?" He looked at you

"Why are you painting at...1:22 am?"

"I don't know, why are you up at 1:22 am?" He questioned back

"I'm looking for Jaemin's Peppa Pig apron"

Renjun laughed

"Jaemin's sleeping in it" He responded

"Isn't that a choking hazard?" You asked, concerned

"Jaemin likes to choke people-"

Renjun's phone went off

"Hang on"

[Na Jaehoe, 1:23 am] Shut up you shorty Bob Ross don't fucking tell her that 😤😤😤

"Nevermind" Renjun chuckled "So I heard the Jeno's dick conversation"

"Gosh don't remind me, Renjun"

You looked at what he was painting

"Is that-" He cut you off "Peppa Pig, yeah. I'm gonna use it to haunt Jaemin if he gets married."

"So like as his wedding gift?"

"Exactly" Renjun looked at the clock "You should go to bed ya know"

"So should you, ya know"

"I'll go at 2:00, night Y/N"

"Night, Renjun"

Day 3/14, 12:44 pm

"Looks like sleeping beauty woke up" Donghyuck snickered from the dining table

"Oh, shut up" You said looking at all of your roommates who were eating lunch

"Here, it's uh...What's this again, Jaemin?" Jeno asked. "It's uh...Chipotlé? Wait- Yeah, Chipotlé" Jaemin said blandly

"Are you still wearing that Peppa-"

"AnD?" Jaemin clapped back, Jaemin sighed "I HAVENT BEEN LAIED IN MONTHS!"

Everyone groaned "JAEMIN! What did Y/N say?"

"She said to just jackoff...BUT ITS NOT THE SAME!"

"That's really not my problem..."

"Maybe we should sign you up for therapy-"

"No, no, I'll live like the Virgin Mary" Jaemin protested

Day 3, 12:55 am

You were all in tears (except for Jeno) and Donghyuck was already sobbing his eyes out by the time The Titanic started sinking

"Donghyuck, your eyes are so puffy!" Renjun pointed out laughing though the tears

"S-shut up you oompa loompa" Donghyuck sniffed. "You guys are babies, right babe?" Jeno said looking at you who was gripping on to him tightly. "SHUT UP LEE JENO YOU ARENT DATING" Jaemin hissed from his side of the couch bursting out in tears

"J-jaemin, is that my shirt?" You asked drying your eyes on Jeno's shirt

"It's the goddamn laundry Y/N..." He sniffed. "Hey, Y/N" Donghyuck called, still sounding stuffy "Can I draw you like one of my French Girls?"

"You can't even draw that well" You defended not wanting to be drawn nude. "Then Renjun, you do it, I'll pay you like 20 bucks" Donghyuck said nudging Renjun, "$150" Renjun responded

"Nevermind..." Donghyuck huffed

Day 4/14, 10:49 am

You didn't wanna knock, and it didn't really sound like anything was in there

But you forgot about anyone

"AH SHIT" You screamed, clearly not prepared to have seen a naked Jaemin

He scoffed, "Don't act like you don't fucking like seeing me like this, Y/N" He inched closer to you. "Don't act like I haven't noticed you checking me out when I wore that apron or when I was wearing that small ass t-shirt of yours-"

"Oh, so now you know how I feel when you're overthere at the other end of the room clearly biting your lip-" Jaemin cut you off by slamming his lips against yours

"Shut up, princess. How about I give us both what we want, how does that sound?". You noddes your head while Jaemin removed your shorts along with your underwear

"You drive me so fucking crazy walking around the house with these on. What makes you think you can just dress like a slut everyday around 4 boys hmm? Tell me" Jaemin taunted

"I like wearing them" You pouted. "Yeah? Well all of us like seeing you wear them, so why don't we put on a little show for the boys?" He reached down and entered a finger in your pussy.

He chuckled, "So wet huh?". You whimpered "Please Don't stop Jaemin"

"Na Jaemin, you're staring" You said snapping him out of his trance. You couldn't bare his gaze on you, looking at you like he was gonna eat you. "It's not my fault you're so cute." Jaemin smirked

"Well then it's my mother's?!?" You said. Jaemin was inching closer and closer to you as your back hit the wall

"Kiss me right now, Y/N"

"Oh, there you are Y/N!" Renjun chirped "What are you doing to the poor girl, you man whore" Renjun said sassily

"Why didn't I close the door"

"N-nothing...man virgin" Jaemin snickered

"I AM NOT" Renjun said tilting his head a bit, "C'mon Y/N, lets do the laundry for our resident man whore" Renjun said making you giggle "Man whore". Jaemin rolled his eyes at you

Day 5/14, 6:57 pm

"Where the HELL is Donghyuck!" You yelled

"I dunno" they all said in unison, so you decided to call Mark

"Mark?"

"What's up?" He answered, "Do you know where Hyuck is?". Mark sighed, "He's not my responsibly Y/N"

"Sure does seem like it" You said before hangging up. His room light was closed so you didn't think to check, but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Donghyuck?" You knocked as you swung the door open.

You shrieked

"Hey, baby" He cooed before he went back to jerking off "Care to watch?" he asked making it sound more like a demand

"I think I'll..."

"Stay? Yep, that's what I thought"

So you watched Donghyuck, jerking off to you, for 15 minutes

"Y-y/n ah!" He said as cum leaked out of his dick. Donghyuck got cleaned up leaving you at a loss of words

"You're welcome, sweetheart" He said grabbing your chin making you look up at him

"yA! Y/N, Jaemin needs you in the kitchen cause he burnt one of the frying pans" Jeno said opening the door

"Tell him I'll be right there"

"Bye bye, sweetheart" Donghyuck cooed causing Jeno glare at him

Day 6/14, 9:32 am

Jeno knocked on your door

"The only considerate one"

"Hey, I'm gonna go to take a shower" He held up one finger to stop you from saying anything. "I'm telling you this so you don't think you're home alone because..." Jeno was hesitant, making you realize what he knew

"LEE JENO-"

"Mmm, Jeno, Fuck! Jaemin! A-ah Renjun! S-shit, Donghyuck, M'gonna-" He moaned trying to recreate what you sounded like that one time you thought you were home alone

"JENO FORGET ABOUT THAT!" You screamed in embarrassment making him chuckle. "It's ok babe, nothing to be ashamed of all of us have done it with you in our head" He said walking off while giggling

"Shit, my face is red, hold up, where's my phone?"

You looked everywhere so you accidentally thought Jeno's phone was causing you to read the notifications displayed

[Nana Jaems]: So we're gonna ignore the fact we all jerk off to y/n?

[Injoon]: Well do you expect us to go up to her and say "You're fucking hot in thoes shorts and you're hot and nice so wanna fuck?"

[Nana Jaems]: Isn't that what we have to do tho?

[DngHyk]: Or ya know you could just hide in your room and wait for her to catch you jerking off? Thats what I did yesterday. Be jealous hoes

[Nana Jaems]: No way!

[Injoon]: Well shouldn't we wait for what Jeno has to tell us?

[Nana Jaems]: Yeah, AND WHY HAVENT YOU COME BACK WITH THE MILK YET LEE DONGHYUCK

[DngHyk]: Calm your titties, I'm going

"Whatcha' doin'?" Jeno asked, clearly fresh from the shower. "Oh, I was looking for my phone and thought this was m-mine. whydontyouhaveashirton?"

"Why don't I have a shirt on? I just came out of the shower, babe. Gimme my phone" He said as you handed it to him

He read the messages and smirked. "How long did you have my phone for?". You shrugged "I picked it up when you came out of the bathroom" You said still flustered, Jeno nodded

"M'kay" He said looking at you with a dark glint in his eye before walking to his room

"damn, he looks good with glasses"

"Y/N, stop checking me out" He smirked

"I-i am not, you stop" You defended making hin shrug "Meh, I kinda like doing it though. It's a...good view" He said with a cocky smirk you wanted to wipe right off of his face

"Whatever"

Day 7/14, 2:42 am

You attempted walking down the stairs as quietly as possible

"Y/N?" Renjun said sitting at the dining table

"Renjun? Why are you up this early in the morning?" You questioned

He shrugged "I like going to bed at like 4"

"4 hours of sleep?" You said in disbelief

"Gives me my personality" He said winking making you laugh "I guess that makes sense"

"Renjun?" you asked, "Can you tell me a day you'll never forget?"

He thought for a second

"Maybe, when I first bought this place with the rest of the guys, or when you moved in. The day me and the guys bought this house we weren't told that there was 5 bedrooms instead of 4, but we didn't know. We just thought this place was expensive for no apparent reason." He laughed, "First Jaemin and Hyuck thought it could just be a guest bedroom or something, but Jeno was like, "

"Nooo, I want it as my workout room!" Jeno cried making the others scoff. Renjun quickly stepped in before this became a fight and only Jeno and Jaemin were left fighting eachother. "Here, why don't we get a roommate? They can pay 1/5 just like the rest of us?" Renjun suggested. They all nodded, "I know who can be our roommate! Lemme call Y/N!" Jaemin said happily as the whispers about how was a girl supposed to live with 4 boys went on between them as Jaemin was on the phone with you. "Looks like we got a roommate" Jaemin said happily. "Isn't Y/N a girl though?" Jeno questioned. "Yeah, but she's willing to also cook for us, and you." Jaemin said making Jeno shrug.

"What does happen when Jeno amd Jaemin are left fighting eachother?" You questioned. Renjun laughed, "It's not very pretty, and it goes on for a while".

"So is it like a physical fight?" You asked still confued, Renjun nodded. "Geeze"

"What about you Y/N, a day you'll never forget"

"Y/N HIIIIII! COME HERE!" Jaemin shouted from the door step, "I'll get your bag, go meet the rest of them!" Jaemin said already picking up a luggage. You looked in the direction of the house. There was a boy leaning against the doorframe, another one standing on the other side, and one who was in the back. Jaemin yelled at them making them walk over to you. First it was the one with his arms crossed leaning against the doorframe

"Hi, I'm Jeno"

"That one looks intimidating"

"Hi, I'm Renjun"

"He's kinda short compared to the rest of them"

"Did you really think that I was short?" Renjun questioned, interrupting your story. "Yes, and I still think you are"

"Hello, I'm a 10, I'm Donghyuck"

"Thank you for shoving that fact in my face, he seems full of himself"

"Go show Y/N her room" Jaemin said exitedly. While you were getting sitiuated in your room you overheard their conversation in the kitchen downstairs. "So..." Jeno started, "Can we fuck her?". Jaemin choked on his water only to find his roommates all staring at him seriously. "W-what, I mean- S-sure, ask her?"

"Did you really hear that?" Renjun asked, shoked. You nodded your head, "Every word" you smiled.

Jaemin was trying to tip-toe to the fridge while the both of you were staring at him

"Oh, hi"

Day 8/14, 9:15 am

"Y/N, would you let any of us fuck you?" Jeno asked while the both of you were eating breakfast. You thought for a second.

"Sure" You shrugged, "Maybe you though". Jeno's eyes lit up, "Me?".

You nodded, "Why not? You seem like the only responsibe one along with Renjun"

"What about me?" Renjun questioned. "She'd let you fuck her"

"But I wanna fuck her!" Donghyuck and Jaemin said in unison. "There's only 1 of me and 4 you, and I'm trying to eat or god's sake" You said glaring at the two boys infront of you.

Day 8/14, 9:22 pm

It was Monday movie night with Jeno and Jaemin as per usual, despite the fact of Jeno's hand in your shorts. "You make a sound, and I'll take this blanket off of you letting everyone see what a dirty girl you are. Understand me?" Jeno whispered. You nodded, "But I guess it wouldn't really matter since they already know you're such a dirty girl". Jeno chuckled, "Only for us though, right?". You nodded your head again, your breathing quickening as Jeno's fingers curled inside of you. "Good". His fingers worked their way in and out of you eventually leading you to start to clench on them. "You gonna cum? You're clearly clenching around them, am I that good, babe?" Jeno taunted. "Y-yeah, J-jeno, please let me cum" you plead. He nodded his head causing you to make a mess on his fingers. "Such a good girl for me" Jeno said licking his fingers clean.

Jaemin cleared his throat, "You two are quite the shamelss people" he said causing you and Jeno to look at him.

"Don't act like I didn't know what you two were doing. How dare you not let me have some fun too?" Jaemin said in utter disbelief.

"Here," Jeno said picking you up and placing you on his bed, "Let's have some fun with her then"

Jaemin let out a dark chuckle, "C'mon princess, let us play with you". They both started removing the very little clothing you had on along with theirs. "Open up, babe" Jeno said with his fingers held out infront of you. "Spread your legs, princess" Jaemin instruced behind you.

Spank

"Wider" He demanded

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #jeno #renjun #jaemin #chenle #jisung #haechan #donghyuck #jeno smut #na jaemin smut #na jaemin #renjun smut #haechan smut

[spunkpunx]

Are Friends Electric? (Alex Turner)

Multi Part Series

Part 1: Dreamy Days

Sheffield 2002

"Is that a fookin' United shirt?"

"Yeah, so what? It's not mine, you know I support Owls."

"Am honestly disappointed in you, consortin' with the enemy an' that," Alex shook his head, refusing to look at the offending football shirt that I'd been forced into wearing.

"It was in lost property, an' you know what the PE teachers are like, they threatened to suspend me, Mam would kill me if they did," I replied, rubbing her legs in an attempt to warm them.

"Only 'cause you've been suspended before."

"Yeah well I don't want to do it again, she'd have me bloody guts for garters," I told him. He rolled his eyes. We were sat on an old bench around the back of the school, dressed in PE kits and smoking B&H cigarettes I had stolen off my mother. My football shorts were no match for the harsh January weather, but I was wearing a parka, hence why Alex had only just noticed the Sheffield United t-shirt. We couldn't leave school grounds yet, because in order to get out from behind we'd would have to go past the French classroom, and as the bell hadn't yet gone, there would still be Miss Kelly and a class of year 7s ready to catch us out.

"I'm fookin' freezing," Alex whined, putting out his fag on the wall and dropping it onto the floor. "At least you've got that bloody big coat."

I sighed and flicked my cigarette butt onto the floor, stomping it out with the toe of my trainer. "If we go over the wall you know you have to give me a leg up," I explained bluntly. He nodded along almost eagerly, likely desperate to get out the cold and home as soon as possible.

"I don't mind Jack, I just wanna leave."

"Right then," I replied, standing up, picking up my bag and putting a foot into a crack in the stone, grabbing the top edge where my fingers could just about catch grip on the rough stone. Alex came up behind me and put his hands on my shin, and using his hands to push against, I pulled herself up. Unfortunately, my foot slipped, and I began to fall back down, but my fall was stopped by the feeling of hands holding me up. Alex's hands, on my bum.

I felt my ears burning red, but not willing to have to try again, I pulled herself up using my arms and jumped down the other side. As soon as my feet touched the ground I climbed on top of the large wheelie bin that sat against the wall and grabbed Alex's arm as he clambered over as well. He was a lot taller than me now, he'd grown in a way only 15 year old boys do, all long limbs and clumsiness. I'd barely even noticed him shoot up. I helped him over and we jumped into the street below.

"Um... I'm sorry that I touched your..." Alex stuttered slightly, his cheeks going uncharacteristically red. I cut him off.

"Al, it's fine."

"I mean I-"

"It's fine," I repeated, more firmly. He shrugged and pushed his hands into his pockets, beginning to walk down the alley toward the road. I followed him, jogging slightly to catch up with his long strides.

"Am gonna join a band you know," he told me as we turned the corner onto the street. I looked at him in surprise.

"A band? Who wiv?" I questioned, confused.

"Matt."

"Matt Helders or Matt Sheppard?"

"Matt Helders of course! Av'e never even spoke to Matt Sheppard why on earth would I be talking about 'im?"

"Well I dunno do I? I didn't even know Matt Helders played an instrument, he's not singing is he?" I queried, scuffing my shoes along the floor.

Alex shook his head slightly. "He plays drums, I'm the singer."

"But you play guitar?" I could sense my brain was really struggling to keep up.

"I can do both, like Bowie."

"Don't compare yourself t'Bowie unless you go to your gigs dressed in a catsuit an' heels an' bat away crowds of lads and lasses who want to sleep with ya."

"I'm not against the crowds of lasses, but I don't think I could commit to the rest," he laughed cheekily. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"You're full of shit, you are," I grinned, as he rubbed his arm over-dramatically. Cars whizzed past as we reached the main road. Cars that caused slight rushes of air as the pair of us continued to walk, that's how close they drove past the pavement.  "Mine or yours?" I asked him.

"Yours, yer mam won't be back from work yet."

"Fairs."

A silence lulled in the conversation as we continued to walk down the street, Alex was scuffing his trainers along the floor. It was annoying as fuck but I didn't say owt.

"Did you hear what Rory Pike did today at lunch?"

"No?"

"He got his cock out on the school field," Alex divulged me, a laugh spread across his face. I couldn't help but join in the joke.

"Rory Pike is a world class minger," I told him, and soon we were both in stitches, adding extra gross details to the story to the amusement of each other.

"Did Cook finally ask tha' girl out then?" I changed the subject, catching my breath back from my laughing fit.

"'Course not, he jibbed again, then Simmo asked her instead," Alex explained.

"Simmo? Did she say yes?"

"Why would she? She clearly fancies Jamie."

"He needs to get his act together and ask her."

Alex nodded, momentarily in thought. He then very suddenly turned around and gave me a playful shove.

"First one to yours!" he exclaimed, quickly speeding off around the corner.

"Bastard," I muttered, beginning to run after him. I sprinted to catch up, but the awkward coat prevented me from getting anywhere near the speed his long limbs could get him. He legged it off and I was forced to slow my pace back down to a walk. The boy was clearly going to win and I had the house key so he'd have to wait outside for me anyway. I decided to take me time knowing I'd probably bump into Alex around the corner when he came back to see where I was. He'd probably be a bit moody about it, telling me off for being a fun sponge, and I'd apologise insincerely and then he'd give me an awkward side hug and tell me he couldn't stay angry at me, there's no way I'd let him. Then we would probably walk back to mine and be done with the matter.

This wasn't the case. I got round the corner, then the one after that, and didn't see any sign of Alex. There was no way he would still be running, he was too lazy and he would look like an idiot, racing against no one. He was a dafty but not that much of one. I began to get confused after I rounded the third corner and there was still not a sign of him.

"Oi Jackie!" Alex exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders from behind. I yelped in surprise and he burst out laughing.

"Fook you Alex Turner," I scolded him. "How did ya even get behind me?" He said nothing, and just tapped his nose conspiratorially.

Sheffield 2003

He knew everything there was to know about Jackie. He knew her favourite colour (red),her middle name (Arabella), her handwriting and everything else in between. Alex had known this for ages, but it had never weighed on his mind as much as it had recently.

It was the way he'd seen her the other night. There was a small gaff at someone or another's and Alex had gone with the boys. Jackie had showed up a bit later, dressed very differently to how he normally saw her. She had a leopard print mini skirt on and a tight, cropped t-shirt, along with her trainers and Adidas jacket. Of course he noticed her, lighting one of her L&B blues and trying to smoke it subtly; she was the only one smoking.

He had gone over and said hello, and she'd grinned when she saw him, glad of some company, he expected. Some 90s rave hit was playing, and cheesy lights flashed across the room. Trying too hard, he thought. She picked a beer off the counter she was leaning on and gave it to him. A Corona, lukewarm but still alcohol.

"D'ya wanna come for a spliff?" she asked him, patting her pocket, and he said yes. Her top was very tight, although he tried not to look, but he saw her bra, visible through the fabric. They went outside onto some kind of shitty balcony. She got what looked to be a large gram of weed and some Rizlas out, making an L and then ripping open a cigarette to get the tobacco out, she carefully sprinkled in some of the spliff and rolled. Alex didn't say anything, he just watched as she deftly rolled the joint. She lit the end and took her time, sitting down on a breeze block. He found himself a seat on the step.

"So how's t'band going, Arctic Monkeys i'nt it?"

"There's a gig coming up, at The Grapes," Alex told her, proudly. In fact, he puffed up slightly with pride. Jackie had never really got involved with the band, she said it weren't her business, but Alex still felt remarkably pleased whenever she showed an interest, especially if they were doing well.

"D'ya want me to come?"

"'Course! I thought you already were."

"Yeah I just... weren't sure, that's all," Jackie responded, unusually quiet. She was acting off with him.

"Is summit up?" Alex asked. She shrugged, taking another drag on her spliff and then handing it to him. "Jack?" he prompted further.

"It's nothing Al, jus' summit stupid," she replied. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. He decided to leave it, pushing her wouldn't make her tell him, it would just annoy her. He took a toke of the joint and they sat in silence for a moment.

"Wanna find some White Lightning and get hammered?" she asked and Alex grinned.

"Are you sure? That stuffs pretty lethal."

"Well fook it all we're not going home tonight," she replied, laughing slightly. Alex nodded, smiling, then passed her the spliff back. It was a still and cold night. Jackie let the smoke seep out her mouth and inhaled it through her nose.

They finished the spliff and went back inside. Alex found the rest of his mates and together they all got steaming. Simmo was acting strangely all night. Then Jackie started acting strange too. She was all quiet and snappy.

"Why were you being such a mardy bum yesterday," he asked her the next day. They were lounging about on the sofa at his, nursing two horrible headaches. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Not now Alex, I'm too hungover for this," she answered, misery clear in her voice.

"Just tell me and I'll stop naggin'" he told her, shuffling a bit closer so she couldn't turn over and ignore him.

"Your mate Simmo," she replied simply.

"What'dya mean? Look, I know the joke was a bit insensitive but tha's just what 'e's like," Alex began to explain, for some reason unknown to him, in Simmo's defence.

"It's not tha' you bloody great nit, he kissed me."

Alex couldn't explain why that came like a twist in the gut, but it did nonetheless. It made him stumble for his words for a moment.

"Oh," was all he managed to get out. "Did you kiss him back?"

"Of course not, he's funny, but a bit gross," Jackie replied, pulling a face, and Alex laughed. A strange sense of relief was felt somewhere in his system, although nowhere near enough to dull the queasy thud of his hangover. "'Sides, Chris asked me out the other day."

"Who the fook is Chris?"

"Chris Maher, from the garage."

"Him? You've lost your mind Jackie, he works at fookin' MotorWorld."

"He's funny! And he knows loads about cars, plus he can drive," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"Why does it matter 'e can drive?"

"So I can get places, obviously," she responded dryly.

"I've almost passed me test!"

"Al, you're not even close to passing, I spoke to yer Dad an' he says you drive like you're drunk. 'Sides, I wouldn't want to get on your nerves, always cadgin' a lift." she explained, to Alex's disappointment.

"I didn't expect your type to be a guy who walks around in trackies, how desperate are ya?" Alex jabbed, a little cruelly. Jackie shot him a scathing look.

"Alexander, what is up with you? You were fine last night, an' now you're acting like I'm makin' you suck bloody lemons," she reprimanded him. She was trying to draw him into an argument, he could tell. He wasn't about to start a fight.

"Oh, it duen't matter," he said offhandedly, hoping to diffuse the issue, which seemed to work.

"He's actually a really lovely guy," Jackie added after a long pause.

"Ay, I'm sure he is," Alex replied halfheartedly.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner one shot #multi part fic #early 2000s #alex turner x oc

[impala-dreamer]

Two Weeks Notice - Day Eight

~With the world practicing self-isolation, Y/N and Dean break all the rules of social distancing and common decency as they explore an empty bunker and use the time alone to their playful advantage…~

Dean x Reader

3,575 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Toy Play. Edging. Remote Control Vibe. Dom!Dean. Sir!Kink. Sex in an uncomfortable place (not the back of a volkswagen).

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Y/N stood at the side of the bed and checked the time on her phone again, deciding enough was enough.

Very slowly, she slid into bed beside Dean and curled up next to him, tucking her knees and hands against her chest. She was careful not to touch him, not wanting him to wake just yet. She stared for a while, like she loved to do, attempting for the thousandth time to count every freckle on his sleeping face. She never made it past thirty before he either woke to disrupt her or she got so distracted by his beauty that she lay into kissing him instead.

She interrupted herself this time, too excited not to rouse him. With the tip of her index finger, Y/N softly traced the line of his nose from bridge to tip and then again as she whispered his name.

“Dean…”

He wriggled his nose and huffed. “I’m asleep.”

She laughed under her breath and ran her finger over his nose again. “Time to get up.”

He groaned and jerked his head to the side, trying to swat her away. “You promised me a nap.”

“And nap you did. It’s nearly three. Get up.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. She meant to hop out of bed immediately after, but Dean’s reflexes were quick, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her down for a proper kiss.

His arm locked her to him, clamping down and around the small of her back like a gate closing. He moaned into her mouth, leisurely licking at her gasping lips, and Y/N felt the stir of desire ready to distract her fully.

“Nope!” She pushed him back and sat up, quickly shaking off the shiver of need.

Dean popped up as well. “Excuse me?” His forehead creased adorably as he questioned her departure.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I have plans for today.”

Dean groaned and fell back against his pillow. “You always have plans.”

Offended, Y/N pushed at his nearest shoulder and damn near rolled him out of bed. “We can stop anytime you want. Just sit here and stare at the walls for another week.”

Dean sighed. “Fine.”

“Don’t fucking sigh at fucking. What’s wrong with you, old man?”

He half turned, glaring over his shoulder at her.

“Stop being grumpy and go get the blue box from under my bed.”

“You get it.”

Y/N swiftly removed her shirt and tossed it in his face. “You get it.”

Dean rubbed a tired hand down his face and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. “Why do you need your photos now?”  

“Photos are in the green box,” she corrected. “I want the blue box. It’s towards the headboard next to the hatchet.”

He paused, hand on the doorknob. “Why do you have a hatchet under your bed?”

Y/N shrugged and settled into the pillows. “Grimes Protocol.”

Dean laughed and shook his head as he stepped into the hallway. “The Walking Dead isn’t real, Y/N!”

Grinning, she shimmied out of her panties. “You don’t know what this Corona-thing is gonna do! I’d rather be safe than dead!”

Her room wasn’t very far and even if it was, with the empty hallway, it was easy enough to talk through the space between. His voice was a little muffled by the distance, but Y/N could just picture his face.

“Holy crap!”

“Pick one!”

“What do you mean pick one?”

Y/N sat up and pushed her voice towards the open door. “I mean, pick one and get back here with it!”

“Can I pick two?”

She chewed her lip for a moment. She knew what was in the box and would not be opposed to him using more than one at a time. Not at all.

Before she could reply, Dean yelled, “Hey, what’s this pink squiggly thing?”

Her eyes lit up and her nipples hardened with excitement. “Bring it!”

The ‘pink squiggly thing’ was an internal, remote controlled vibrator, and one of Y/N’s favorite toys. Dean was a little annoyed that she had never shared the contents of her toy box with him, and thus decided to use the remote control app to his advantage, in a little game that he was making up as he was going along.

For the rest of the day, Y/N was to wear the toy, and only the toy, as she went about her usual routine. There were plenty of chores to be done around the Bunker, and Y/N was going to do them all while Dean did whatever he wanted. The catch was simple: whenever she got buzzed, she would fall to her knees and crawl to wherever Dean was and service him in any way he chose. It was only fair.

After all, she had disturbed his nap.

There was something intensely erotic about walking around the Bunker naked. Dean had been nice enough to let her wear socks, as the floors were always cold, but the rest of her was completely bare, on display for the ghosts that haunted the tiles.

Of course, there weren’t really any ghosts, but as she walked down the halls, she imagined the Men of Letters of old gasping and clutching their hearts as they saw her defiling their sacred underground lair. Oh, how they’d lose their minds.

With a proud smile, she shook her hips a little more as she carried the laundry basket to the machine. Even under quarantine, socks must be washed.

As she set the basket down in front of the washer, she felt a wave of vibration deep inside her cunt. Her body stiffened and her muscles squeezed against it, momentarily blocking any brain function as the pleasure took her by surprise. When she could think, she immediately dropped to her knees on the cold tile and turned, ready to crawl to her newly appointed master.

Dean wasn’t far, leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his lips and his phone in hand. He swiped his finger across the app and the vibration intensified, making Y/N shiver as she crossed the room to sit at his feet.

“Very good!” he praised, resisting the urge to reach down and pat her head like a dog. He knew she liked to be degraded, but that would probably have earned him a hard flick in the nuts.

Y/N licked her lips and sat back on her heels, clenching her thighs as the buzzer kept doing its job. She looked up and smiled, waiting. “How may I service you, Dean?”

He hummed and dropped the intensity. “Dean,” he echoed. “Sounds so... informal.”

She bit back a smirk. “I’m sorry.” Clearing her throat and squeezing her tits together, she tried again. How may I service you, Mr. Winchester?”

“Better,” he said with a shrug, tapping his screen to make the buzzing pulse at a steady pace. “But...let’s try… Sir. I think I’d like to hear that.”

Y/N closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure overtook her momentarily. She’d been wanting to call him that forever, that and more, but it was an awkward conversation. However, if they were already playing, and he was offering…

“Yes, Sir,” she cooed, looking up at him and batting her eyes. “How may I service you?”

A smile broke out across his face. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” He cocked his head and looked her over, deciding where to start. “Why don’t you rub those pretty tits for me? I want to see how hard your nipples can get.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Both hands cupped her breasts and she bounced them for him, watching as his eyes widened with delight. A few twists and tugs on her nipples had them standing tall and each tweak made her shoulders twitch.

When her breath began to get heavy and her eyes refused to open, Dean turned off the app and her vibrator and shoved his phone in his back pocket. “That’s all for now. Get back to work.”

Y/N’s eyes were huge as he spun on his heel and walked away, shocked that he was actually leaving her like that. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she climbed to her feet. “It’s gonna be a long day.”

Dean was in the Library when Y/N walked in with her duster. She and Sam had a routine worked out where she knocked the dust onto the floor and he mopped it up. Seemed sort of silly for her to be reaching up so high when he was so tall already, but she figured the boys liked watching her climb and stretch and bend.

Dean was certainly appreciating it now. He pretended to read a book, something he had grabbed from the shelf without looking at the spine as he jumped into the armchair to beat her into the room, but his eyes were glued to Y/N’s bare ass as she fluttered around the room, cleaning.

As she dusted, she hummed to herself. It was a sweet familiar melody, something that Dean felt had a Disney ring to it. He smiled and gave up the ruse, closing the book in his lap and resting his chin in his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

Her nakedness stood out starkly against the stacks of books; she looked like a faerie floating about, whipping away dust with her feathery wings.

“So this is love...do do do do... so this is love…” Y/N made her way through the Library, flicking away every drop of dust and totally ignoring Dean. She could feel his eyes on her body, following wherever she went, but she kept her mind on her task. When she felt that she’d done enough, she looked around, hands on her naked hips, and nodded. “Very nice.”

Another swoosh of feathers against the nearest shelf and she took off, heading into the next room. As her foot hit the bottom stop, her vibrating bat signal went off.

Taken so by surprise, the feather duster fell from her hand like an angel falling from heaven. “Oh my…” She moaned at the violent pulsing against her g-spot and sank to her knees, slowly turning towards Dean.

His eyes were dark and mischievous as he controlled the toy, thumb sliding back and forth across the screen, mucking with the intensity and speed of the vibrations. With his free hand, he crooked a finger at her and puckered his lips, calling to her with two quick air kisses. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

Y/N crawled to him, hands and knees flat on the polished floor, bare ass high and open for any eyes that would have a week ago been passing by. She shivered at the thought and bit her lip, holding in a tiny moan of weakness as Dean drove the toy to its highest setting.

As she grew closer, he let her stimulation ebb, slowly subsiding to a light and steady wave. She sank down further, laying on her forearms, panting slightly as she looked up at him.

Dean set the book down on the end table next to him and leaned forward, clasping his hands, elbows on his knees. “Hey there,” he grinned, body tingling with the power he held over her. “How ya feelin’?”

Almost out of breath, Y/N looked up, stretching her neck awkwardly to meet his gaze. “I’m pretty fucking horny, actually.”

Dean laughed and licked his lips. He scooted to the edge of the chair so he was even closer to her and whispered, “Is your pussy nice and wet?”

His voice ran down her spine like fire, and she nodded. “Very wet, Sir.”

He tapped his upper lip with one finger and then sat back, getting comfortable. “So play with it,” he ordered casually, resting one hand on his right thigh, watching.

Y/N swallowed hard and sat up, spreading her knees wide as she rested on her heels. One hand fell behind her, palm flat on the cold floor as the other slid down her belly and tapped gently on her clit. She bit her lip as the pleasure rolled through her; the vibe inside, her hand on her clit, it was all breathtaking and delicious.

Dean watched on as she rubbed, fiddling now and then with the controls. He loved the tremble in the soft flesh of her thighs; the way she began to bounce as if on his cock as she got closer to cumming. He kept a closer eye on that edge, making sure she rode it as long as possible without tipping over. When her stomach tightened too much, he eased up on the vibrations. When her panting ceased, he turned it up. When her eyes began to roll and her jaw hung slack, letting out heated moans, he cut the power, turning the toy off completely.

“Wha-hey!” Y/N’s eyes popped open and she pouted, near to tears as she was denied once more.

“Hands off, Princess,” he told her, clearing his throat and picking up his book. Dean crossed one leg and turned to a random page, tearing his eyes from Y/N’s shivering body. “Get back to work.”  

She grumbled to herself as she struggled to her feet, using a nearby chair for help. “You suck.”

Dean lifted a brow, but not his head. “What’s that?”

“Nothing…”

Dinner came and went with Y/N still naked, sitting at the table on a dishcloth. Dean let her be for a while, keeping his phone and the app safely tucked in his pocket. She had even gotten used to being naked in the open. It felt sexy, freeing, if not a little chilly now and then.

Somehow, Dean managed to keep his hands off of her the entire day, not even accidentally brushing against her or playing footsie under the table. Nothing stopped him from looking, however, and he spent his quiet time memorizing the curves and movements that he never got to see in the dark. She was perfectly imperfect, just like him.

After dinner, Dean disappeared, leaving Y/N alone to do the dishes and clean up. She’d just about finished putting the utensils away when her page went off, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck.” She turned around, but Dean wasn’t in the room with her. “Dean?”

There was no answer, but the buzzing increased. Y/N dropped to her knees and crawled quickly from the kitchen, wondering where he’d gotten to and hoping the remote didn’t have too long of a range.

“Dean?” she called again to no response, growing more aroused and annoyed as the stunt went on. She’d have to crawl the entire Bunker looking for him if he didn’t answer. Her knees were starting to protest as she toddled up the steps into the War Room, but the pulsing in her cunt took some of the edge off.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Tisk. Tisk.” His voice boomed through the giant room, her toy speeding up as he scolded her. “Mind your manners, missy.”

Still on her hands and knees, Y/N looked around the War Room, unable to find him anywhere. He was a disembodied voice teasing her from another world.

“Dean, come on…”

“You need to crawl to me,” he said loudly, “that was the deal.”

She gasped as he pushed the toy to its limit. “Yeah but...where- fuck- are you?”

Y/N teetered on her knees as Dean laughed at her predicament. She crawled on, moving towards the table.

“Warmer.”

Biting her lip, she listened to his echoing directions, crawling closer to the table. When she reached it, the buzzing subsided enough to catch her breath, and she turned towards the Library archway.

“Colder!”

Y/N spun back and continued through the room. As she neared the stairs, the vibrations increased and Dean guided her home.

“Hot.”

Slowly, she sat back on her feet and looked up the long metal staircase.

Dean waved and grinned smugly from his seat at the chess set on the balcony. “Boiling.”

Y/N’s hands instinctively flew to her hips. “Are you kidding me?”

With a swipe of his finger, Dean upped the pleasure and Y/N fell back down into crawling position.

“Imma kill you.”

Dean laughed. “I don’t think that’s likely.”  

One step at a time, Y/N climbed, fingers curling into the ornate grates, knees pushing into the smooth metal. It was cold and hard but she managed, keeping her mind in the gutter, comforted and fueled by the intimate pleasure of her favorite toy, controlled by her favorite asshat.

Dean hid his surprise well when she reached him, figuring Y/N would have given up halfway up the winding staircase. “Welcome,” he teased, lowering the speed. “Nice of you to join me.”

She was panting already, out of breath from her climb. “Nice of you to pick such an easily accessible location.”

Her sass was vibrant and Dean bit his lip, grinning.

“How’s your sweet little cunt doing?” he asked, tip of his tongue pressing between his teeth.

Y/N shivered. “It’s...good.”

“Just good?” His thumb waved over the controls, brushing the toggle back and forth.

“V-very good.”

Dean let her linger in that moment of fluctuating pleasure and sat back, opening his jeans while he watched her twitch. He set the control to a setting called “fireworks” and lay his phone down, taking his cock in his hands instead. He stroked it slowly while the explosions went off inside her pussy.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, lips puckering as he jerked his cock.

Eyes closed and lips shaking, Y/N shook her head, unable to find an answer. “Like...like you’re drumming inside me. Like lightning… like… fuck- I don’t know.” Her eyes popped open and locked on his erection, mouth flooding at the sight.

Dean smirked. “Do you want it?”

She nodded.

“Tell me where.”

She chewed her lip hard, brows furrowing tight, chest heaving. “I…”

Dean fisted his cock, squeezing at the base. “Tell me where you want it.”

“In my pussy,” she begged, chin quivering, near to tears. “Please, Dean. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Please!”

“Get up here.”

Moaning with relief, Y/N jumped up into his lap, kissing him wildly as his hands locked around her back. She licked into his mouth, bit at his ear, sucked his lip between her teeth. She’d been too crazed all day, too desperate to hold back any longer. She felt his cock against her belly and bounced, rubbing her throbbing clit against his veiny underside.

Dean grunted. His blunt nails dug into her ass.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

Her whisper floated through him and he grabbed her tight, standing up and spinning, dropping her onto the empty chess set. She gasped but settled quickly, wiggling into place on the oversized antique gameboard. He dropped his jeans, letting them collect around the tops of his boots and then reached down to yank the still vibrating toy from her cunt.

Y/N cried out as the toy dislodged, a flood of hot built-up slick running down her ass as it went. “Fuck!”

“I’m getting to it!” Dean huffed back, tossing the toy over his shoulder. It hit the railing and disappeared down below, to be remembered only by a faint buzzing as it danced across the glowing table.

Y/N grabbed hold of the back of his neck and scooted down to the edge of the board, wrapping her legs tight around him. He sank inside without hesitation or restriction, covering himself in her wet flesh, hiding deep inside.

It was fast and hard, the way she came on his cock; her pussy clamping down on him as he thrust in and out. Hours of torture, being played with and edged had left her a sloppy mess, and Dean savored every second. He kissed her breathless, keeping his eyes open so he could watch hers roll. He nipped at her collarbone and rubbed at her clit.

She had been waiting all day, but so had he.

The pawns and bishops rolled inside the table, safe in their velvet cubbies. The pink toy died a slow death, battery draining somewhere around South America.

Above the empty Bunker, not far from the big steel door,  Dean made her cum again, rolling her first orgasm into another, his thumb winding around her clit until she screamed at the soreness, slapping him away.

He set his hands beside her head, fingers curling around the edges of the old wood, pulling it close as his hips pushed forward. The thick muscles of his arms strained against his shortsleeves and Y/N pressed her nails deep into his biceps, clawing at him, her teeth grit, eyes dark and exhausted.

“Come on, Dean,” she urged, voice deep and cracking. “Give it to me, please.”

His jaw clenched, sweat beading on his upper lip and brow.

“Cum inside me, Dean. Please.”

Another rough jerk of his hips sent him over. Dean trembled over her, phantom thrusts pushing him even deeper as he emptied into her.

When the best had passed, he looked down with a goofy smile. Green eyes glazed, freckled cheeks bright, lips swollen and red as he laughed, “Checkmate.”

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[yikesharringrove]

drummer!billy fucks steve after robin drags him to billy’s band’s concert at the gay bar and he swears he hates the band until he sees billy... please :)

I’m so hot for drummers I became one. That’s TRUE.

This is some modern lovin’.

Also I have a friend in a vegan eco-punk folk band and they fucking suck.

Pansy Division is a real queercore band they are AMAZING super recommend they have a song called Fem in a Black Leather Jacket that I can SO see Billy singing to femme!Steve to be teasing one day.

Queer Bar is the name of a REAL BAR my friends and I (used to, thanks Miss Corona) go to to watch drag performers and queer punk bands.

Ayoo3

Porn Porn.

Steve didn’t go to a lot of concerts.

He didn’t do great in sweaty crowds, and the loud music would leave his ears ringing for days. But Robin would still drag him out to see her friends’ shitty bands play at shitty dive bars.

“You have to come. It’ll be fun. They’re actually, like good.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“That’s what you said about the last two bands, Rob. And they fucking sucked.”She had dragged him to some house show for her friend in a vegan eco-punk folk band which is apparently a thing that exists in this world, and they sucked. It was like someone screaming about global warming over a Bon Iver song. It made Steve want to actively go out and litter.

“What’s the genre?”

“Queercore. You can listen to them! They have an album on Spotify that’s done pretty okay. They’re called Pansy Division.” Steve gave her a cold look as he pulled them up. He listen to their three most popular songs, That’s So Gay was a pissed off track about people using the word gay as a derogatory. Fem in a Black Leather Jacket was self explanatory, and Luv Luv Luv was a more chilled out song, but the lyrics were all about how love isn’t real and “we’re all just animals at the core”. Steve was sold.

“Where are they playing.” Robin grinned at him.

“Queer Bar.” Steve groaned. Queer Bar was small. A divey place that got hot and sticky. Steve didn’t like going as he always left covered in spilled drinks, and other people’s sweat, and had hooked up with three of the bartenders and just didn’t really wanna deal with all that.

“I don’t know, Robin. You know I don’t like Queer Bar.”

“You like it just fine. You’re just a slut. You do realize that if we could only go to bars where you haven’t fucked one of the employees, we would have like, five bars to choose from.”

“Don’t slut shame me. I am a young flower, who must dance on the wind and take a dip in every pond.” Robin stared at him.

“Steve that makes no fucking sense. Just admit you’re a sloppy whore and let’s move on.”

“Fine. I’m a sloppy whore. So when is this terrible night scheduled?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Robin!”

“Dingus!”

“You couldn’t’ve given me some notice?”

“You’re getting like, thirty hours of notice right now.” She rolled her eyes. Steve always told her one of these days they were gonna fall right outta her head.

“You are a nightmare and the bane of my existence and I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you.” Steve deadpanned. She leaned over on the couch to smack a wet kiss to his cheek.

“And you should probably bring condoms. These guys are just your type.”

-

“So, that’s what you’re wearing?” Steve just glared at her.

“If you’re dragging me to this thing, I at least want to be comfortable.” He was wearing short denim cutoffs, ones she had cutoff for him. They were high-waisted, and he tucked a baggy Jane’s Addiction t-shirt he had stolen from his ex-boyfriend into them. He had just done a little eye shadow and smoked liner.

Robin was in a black body-con dress, her old brown leather jacket over her shoulder, but her arms were not in the sleeves. It was very fashiony of her. Steve tugged on a red bomber jacket.

They would be meeting Robin;s girlfriend, Heather, at the bar. Apparently she was friends with someone in the band.

“Let’s go, Dingus.” Robin was holding The front door to Steve’s apartment, swinging it between both hands. He pinched her side as he walked past.

They had to take a Lyft to Queer Bar, another reason it was the worst. It wasn’t in walking distance. Their driver was this quiet guy who wouldn’t stop staring at Robin, even when she loudly started talking about her girlfriend. Steve only gave him four stars, a serious deal for Steve, who would probably give five stars even if the driver fucking murdered him.

Steve had met Heather quite a few times, and he liked her. She was cute, and easy to talk to, and made Robin so happy, but she also kept talking about Billy and how he was going to come out with them later, and kept winking at Robin.

They traipsed into the bar, Steve ducking to avoid one of the bartenders he had slept with. The guy had been real clingy after and asked Steve to get breakfast while Steve was trying to get dressed and get outta there.

So, they’re in the club, and it’s about time for the band, well, it’s twenty minutes after time for the band, and Steve is tired and is nursing a vodka cranberry and has been hit on more than he wanted tonight.

But then the band is taking the stage, and Steve is ready to lose his mind at this perfect specimen taking his place behind the drums.

He had tattoos on nearly every inch of skin Steve could see, his arms, his legs, his neck. He was putting his long hair into a ponytail, a few curls escaping and settling around his face. He was laughing at something the bassist was saying to him, twirling his stick in one hand.

“Heather’s friends with the drummer. His name is Billy.” Robin was giving him a knowing look.

The band was pretty good. Played a lot of loud songs. People were slam dancing around the front, far from where Steve was standing, watching the drummer. He really fucking whacked the drums, broke about three sticks during the hour set. He was all sweaty. Would play with a big grin on his face, blue eyes crinkled, tongue between his face.

By the time they finished their set, Steve was sporting a half-chub in his shorts, was rearing to get fucked by this gorgeous drummer.

“What did you think!” Heather was beaming at him.

“Yeah, they’re okay.” Robin rolled her eyes.

“So, we’re just waiting for Billy, then we can get outta here.” Steve’s heart stopped. He had fucking forgotten they would be hanging out with this perfect Billy.

He came up behind Heather, picking her up from behind, laughing loud and beautiful.

“Stop, Billy! You smell like shit!” He rubbed his head onto her neck, making her slap at him. He released her, turning those eyes on Steve. He put out a hand.

“Billy Hargrove.” He took both of Steve’s hands in his, made him blush.

“Steve Harrington. I’m a friend of Robin’s.” Billy ran his tongue along his teeth, looking Steve up and down.

They ended up going to a club and getting hammered. Steve danced pressed against Billy, ended up laying on the bar while Billy led a few random guys in taking body shots off of Steve.  He ended up making out with Billy in a dark corner, hands roaming until

“My place is close by. You wanna get outta here?” Steve shivered as Billy rasped in his ear.

“Yeah, let’s go.” They found Robin, who slapped Steve on the ass as he left, tucked under Billy’s arm. They walked a few blocks to Billy’s place, a little apartment over a Thai restaurant. It was cozy, had posters all over the walls, and lots of plants. He had a fat little cat he introduced as my chonker, Diablo.

They made out on the couch for a while, but then Diablo started yowling at Billy, so Billy hefted Steve up, and tossed him on the bed, refilling the cat’s water. Steve wrestled out of his clothes as he could hear Billy cooing to his cat in the kitchen.

“Holy shit you’re hot.” Billy shut the door behind him, staring at Steve, spread out and naked on his bed. “Heather said you were just my type.” Billy came to the bed, crawled over Steve, settling his wight over him. Steve reached up, tugging his hair out of the ponytail.

Billy ducked to kiss him, nudging his thighs open. He leaned to dig through the night table, brought out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Tattooed fingers nudged at his hole, rubbed lube around the rim. Steve started tugging at his shirt, making Billy laugh while he had to tangle it off of himself.

“Relax, Pretty Boy.” Steve whined as Billy went back to circling his hole, so he pressed in. He pressed up to the knuckle, curling his finger. He fucked it in and out of him slowly for a while, pumping his finger in and out.

He pressed another in, curling and spreading his fingers, stretching Steve out.

Steve took hold of his wrist, angling his hand.

“Curl you fingers.” Billy smirked at him, curling his fingers. Steve jolted as they shoved into his sensitive little nerves.

“You know just what you want, don’t you?” Billy was mouthing at his chest, sucked a dark mark on his left pec. “Not afraid to ask for it, either.”

He was drilling into Steve with his fingers, fucking him roughly with his hand, bending his fingers, opening them up. Steve was gasped, his legs opening even wider. He added another finger, pouring more lube over his hand, over Steve’s hole.

“I’m ready, just fuck me.” Steve’s eyes were wide, being sure to pout just the way he knew guys liked, voice all perfect and whiny.

“You’re bossy is what you are.” Billy added another finger, making Steve cry out at the stretch. “Think you can cum on just my fingers? I think I’d like that.” He bite gently at Steve’s nipple, making him arch into his chest, pushing his hips down onto Billy’s fingers.

“I want you cock. Please, just fuck me. Please, please.” Billy grinned, resting his chin on Steve’s chest, speeding his hand up, jack hammering it into Steve. “Holy fu-uck.” Steve came all over himself, choking around a few breathy moans.

“That was hot. You’re gorgeous.” Billy pulled his fingers out gently, letting Steve catch his breath while he took off his jeans, tossing them on the floor. Steve took extra notice of the lack of any underwear.

Billy was hard, his cock flushed red against his stomach. He rolled on a condom, settling himself between Steve’s legs, spread wide.

“You ready for me?” Billy was stroking Steve’s cock, smirking as Steve whined, oversensitive. Steve modded, wiggling his hips, whimpering for Billy to fuck him.

Billy pressed himself against Steve, holding his hips down as he gentled himself in, going slowly, inch by inch.

“You’re so tight Baby.” He was pressed flush to Steve, grinding his cock deeper, making Steve choke. He pulled out, immediately setting a brutal pace, sitting on his knees, one hand holding onto Steve’s upper thing, the other gripping his hip.

Steve was fisting the sheets under his head, clawing at them to try and hold on.

Billy was gorgeous above him, hair messy and wild, skin glistening, his muscles moving so beautifully under his tattooed skin.

Steve was hard again, trailed on hand down his body to wrap his fingers around his cock, jerking to the speed of Billy’s thrusts. He was getting close again, Billy was expertly hitting that sensitive little spot inside him, was panting and muttering about how hot Steve is, was making him whine and flush and fly closer to orgasm.

It hit him like a fucking train, making him cry out, adding to the mess on his stomach, tightening around Billy.

Billy gave one final grunt, slamming into Steve, emptying inside the condom. He caught his breath, staring down at Steve, running a finger through the spunk on his stomach, pressing it into Steve’s mouth, his eyes going dark as Steve moaned around his finger, eating his cum off it.

“You’re ridiculously fucking hot.” He huffed a laugh, pulling out of Steve to ditch the condom. “Now I actually owe Heather. That sucks.”

Steve laughed, slapping Billy’s chest.

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[keeping-69-secrets]

What I want....right now:

A sub kneeling in front of me naked

A no limits, no safe word masochist

Someone to objectify and humiliate

A fuck boy to destroy

An object I can slap, spit on, pinch, punch, twist and whip into a frothy submission

A loud moaner who will beg willingly and gasp heavily when hurt

A sex toy sissy that I can peg while he wears long stockings, pretty panties for me to rip and his tiny cock caged.

A soft boy who will take all my pain and then cuddle with me after he makes me cum till I'm done.

😈 I'm so fucking cock starved rn. All my favorite subs live so far away. UK, Australia, Netherlands, Scotland, east coast of US. Even the close ones are still too far. 😭

#i need dick #cock blocked by corona #needy af

[hoshiwhxre]

you’re doing a wonderful job! yes i also have a praise and degradation kink, is it too much to ask for both? to be a good girl but also a little slut, it’s not too much to ask for to be a good little slut you know, im so needy and horny ALL the time yet im so lonely i hate it here - 😇

You're too sweet!🥺💖

It's just necessary for different times you know, one day I wanna be your whore, the next you can feed my god complex and call me your pretty little princess😌

I feel you, oh my, my hypersexuality says I am horny 247. I see some sexc, manly hands and I'm instantly wet xoxo

The last time I had sex? Was like a year ago? Pls, corona, college etc has been getting in the way. I've been cock blocked so many times because of lockdown, and then when restrictions were lifted I lost all interest in any of the guys, tell me why I had to go and do that😔

#eve.talks♡;😇anon

[ancientgaypower]

why the hell did i find porn of corona-chan fucking italy-chan lol i died when hand sanitizer-chan cock blocked them though