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[ 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊'𝚜 𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝
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ladies, gentlemen and everyone in-between. her.
good luck yurika. good luck yurika you'll need it this trial.
Warnings for Yurika's VD: Mentions of Yurika being stalked, mentions and descriptions of physical violence and torture
Warnings for Yurika's MV: Do you remember the flesh door. Yeah, everything takes place in uh. Uh. Some kind of flesh dimension. There's lots of descriptions of it. Also I think some parts can be counted as body horror?
(sounds of footsteps)
Eiji: ...
Eiji: .. Do you think he remembers you now?
Miki: Huh?
Miki: Oh, uh.. I'm not sure.
Miki: But he still said that me hugging him feels familiar..
Miki: And that makes me happy, hehe.
Eiji: Actually, I still don't understand why Asahi doesn't remember you. Like, you two are siblings. Sure, you had changed in some way, but it doesn't mean-
Miki: I think his case is the same as Ishizu-san's.
Eiji: ...
Miki: Oh, u-um, it doesn't mean that I'm sure he's the same as Ishizu-san, but.. 
Miki: I have a feeling that he is.
Miki: Asahi-kun's childhood was very sad and traumatic, of course, he wouldn't want to remember that.
Miki: And also, he has an "imaginary mother", so..
Miki: I'm afraid he's already prone to escapism in some way.
Miki: I don't think he even remembers his real name, it's no wonder that he doesn't remember me that well.
Eiji: Speaking of that, what's his real name?
Miki: W-why do you want to know?
Eiji: .. Just curious, I guess.
Miki: ...
Miki: To be honest, even I forget his real name sometimes. Our father never called him by his name anyway.
Miki: After our mother's death,he didn't even want to give him a name. But our mother already had some ideas and he loved her and wanted to honor her wishes..
Miki: .. And that was the beginning of Andou Marito's life.
Eiji: .. I see.
Eiji: .. It's weird.
Miki: Hm? What is?
Eiji: Your parents were horrible people, weren't they?
Miki: W-well.. Haha..
Eiji: But your father still wanted to make his wife happy and he still gave his son who "killed her" a name that she wanted him to have.
Eiji: .. How does that work?
Miki: ...
Miki: *smiles* Now you understand, don't you, Eiji-san?
Miki: Now you understand why I always want to forgive everyone no matter how cruel, selfish and violent they are?
Miki: I don't see people as someone who's always pure and free of sin, Eiji-san. But I still choose to forgive them because I know this world isn't all black and white and all people have their reasons to act the way they act.
Miki: "And also.."
Miki: "If I forgive them, that means they will finally start listening to me."
(the door opens)
Miki: H-hello, Maruyama-san..
Yurika: What took you so damn long?
Eiji: This interrogation is going to be a fun one. 
Eiji: *sits down* How are you feeling, Yurika?
Yurika: Wow, isn't it so nice of you to ask something like that?
Yurika: *stands up* Well, look at me! Do you like what you see, you sadist??
Yurika: If I could kill you right where you stand, I would do it without a second thought.
Eiji: .. I'm sitting though. Like, look at me.
Yurika: ...
Yurika: You know what, let me just choke you right now-
Miki: Maruyama-san, sit down!
Yurika: What? Weren't you going to forgive me that last time, you liar? Like hell I'm going to listen to you now-
Yurika: !
(sounds of Yurika being forced to sit down by Miki)
Yurika: D-did I give you a permission to touch me?!
Yurika: You're not any better than those men I had to deal with-
Miki: Shut your mouth already, will you?
Eiji: ".. S-she really scares me sometimes."
Eiji: "Though maybe she's just doing it because now prisoners can touch me and she doesn't want Yurika to hurt me?"
Yurika: No, but seriously, what's with voting me guilty? Weren't you going to "forgive everyone in this place"?
Yurika: I'm talking to you, uh..
Yurika: I forgot your name.
Miki: Call me by my name first then. Maybe I'll listen after that.
Yurika: You little-
Eiji: Do you think you're allowed to talk to a guard like that?
Yurika: I can do what I want, so shut up, okay?
Miki: Sorry for reminding you, Maruyama-san, but you no longer have the power that you used to have before you, uh..
Miki: Got kicked out by your parents.
Yurika: ... I'm literally going to kill you.
Miki: You're not making this situation any better, you know that, right? 
Miki: If you wanted us to forgive you, you would.. 
Miki: I don't know, maybe act like a sane person for once?
Miki: Or maybe act just a little bit nicer?
Yurika: .. Heh.
Yurika: Oh, I get it now.
Yurika: You like it when prisoners beg you to forgive them, don't you?
Yurika: You have so many lives in your hands and you can do whatever you want with them.
Yurika: This guy likes to make them suffer and torture them in any way he wants. I'm not sure if there's some deep reason for that or he's just a freak.
Eiji: "Now she's just making me sound like I'm Kei's clone or something-"
Yurika: But you, my dear, like to be subtle. You like to control everyone in a different way. Why control them with fear when you can control them with kindness and make them become addicted to your "unconditional love"?
Yurika: I never changed my opinion about you. You're as bad as him in my eyes.
Miki: .. Well, what would you do if I said that I still want to forgive you?
Yurika: .. I-I would just say that this is your another attempt to manipulate me.
Eiji: "It looks like she still wants to be forgiven though."
Miki: Sure, I still think you.. really could be nicer, but I also think there must be a reason for your actions.
Miki: So I still want to save you. I want to understand you, I want to see what kind of person you really are, Maruyama-san!
Miki: So please, tell me more about your crime, so that I can-
Yurika: You know you're kinda starting to sound like a cult leader, right?
Yurika: .. Maybe you actually already might be one.
Yurika: Like, even if we don't count other prisoners, look at your partner. This guy is suspiciously quiet.
Yurika: It's almost like he's too afraid to say anything when you're around. Or maybe he just admires you that much.
Eiji: ".. It's because I know that if I say something wrong, Yurika will try to attack me."
Eiji: "And my arm still hurts, so.."
Eiji: "Of course, I want to punish her, but I don't want to risk it right now."
Miki: Eiji-san was the one who did most of the talking during other interrogations, so he's taking a break right now.
Miki: So, let's start talking about your crime, shall we?
Eiji: "I wonder why Miki is acting so confident right now."
Eiji: "It's almost like she really does want me to take a break and she wants Yurika to get angry at her and not at me, so that Yurika would want to attack her instead."
Eiji: ".. Or maybe she's just that mad at her because of the first interrogation?"
Yurika: I have already told you everything.
Miki: Well, your video showed us that your murder was..
Miki: A little bit more brutal than we imagined.
Yurika: Are you saying stalkers don't deserve to be killed in that way?
Miki: It's not just about the murder, Maruyama-san.
Miki: Why did you have to torture them? Were you that angry at them?
Yurika: ...
Yurika: I think they deserved to be tortured.
Yurika: Wouldn't you want to do the same thing if you had people watching your every move and trying to find as much information about you as possible, not letting you leave your house, but also making you feel unsafe even when you stay at home?
Miki: .. Hm.
Miki: Maruyama-san, I have another question to ask.
Yurika: I swear, if you're going to say it was my fault-
Miki: Are you sure they were your stalkers?
Yurika: .. What does that mean?
Yurika: Are you saying I'm crazy for thinking those people were stalking me? I COULDN'T SLEEP BECAUSE I KNEW THAT THEY WERE WATCHING ME!
Yurika: I KEPT GETTING PHONE CALLS FROM THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! THEY REFUSED TO LEAVE ME ALONE EVEN FOR JUST A SECOND!
Eiji: .. I think I know what you mean, Guard 002.
Miki: You noticed it too, right, Eiji-san?
Miki: Maruyama-san, I can't help but feel like the words you use to describe your victims are.. kind of ambiguous?
Miki: "People watching your every move and trying to find as much information about you as possible".. Why would they want to do that?
Yurika: What kind of stupid question is that? Obviously, they were just that obsessed with me.
Miki: True, people like that do exist. But still.. your video had way too many inconsistencies.
Yurika: Well, let me watch it and I'll tell you what's consistent and what's not!
Yurika: Can I even trust you when you talk about that video? I haven't seen it, what if it doesn't even exist?
Miki: "Now that I think about it, can the prisoners even watch those videos?.. In theory, probably yes, if we allow them.."
Miki: Okay, I have another question.
Miki: But I'll let Eiji-san ask it instead.
Eiji: .. Are you sure you're not a professional in that field, Yurika?
Yurika: I don't even know what you're talking about-
Eiji: Oh, I'll explain it.
Eiji: Let's assume you really were stalked by two people and eventually they went too far and you had to protect yourself. That also happened while you were walking home, if we believe what we saw in your video. They attacked you and you couldn't even stand up after that.
Yurika: Huh. Well, at least the video got that part right.
Eiji: But somehow, you still had the energy to knock those people out, take them home, torture them and eventually kill them.
Eiji: That could be possible to do, however. For example, if you have already done something like that many times before, or.. 
Eiji: You had someone to help you.
Yurika: ...
Eiji: Well, which one is it?
Yurika: ...
Yurika: .. *whispers* I'm sorry.
Miki: Huh?
Yurika: Yes, I had someone to help me. So what?
Yurika: I knew I couldn't walk home alone, especially when it's late, when I have someone stalking me. Of course, I asked one person to help me.
Eiji: Was it your "boss"?
Yurika: !
Yurika: W-why do you think it was her?
Eiji: "Thankfully, my boss was always there to protect me."
Eiji: Guard 002 may not talk that much during interrogations, but she always makes a lot of notes and makes sure to remember everything the prisoners say.
Miki: Hehe..
Yurika: ...
Yurika: Fine, whatever.
Yurika: Even if it was her, what are you gonna do? She just helped me fight them and get my revenge on them.
Eiji: .. What's with the gloves then?
Yurika: ...
Eiji: The video showed you wearing gloves while torturing those people and talking to someone.
Eiji: It just sounds.. weird to me. Getting someone to help you, wearing gloves and making sure there's no fingerprints or anything, torturing your victims and killing them either in the process or after that..
Eiji: That is sure an interesting case of self-defense.
Miki: And also..
(sounds of Miki writing something down)
Miki: Didn't you just say "she just helped me fight them and get my revenge on them"?
Yurika: ...
Yurika: .. Haha..
Yurika: Hahaha..
Miki: I-is everything alright?
Yurika: Aww, you're still worried about me! That's so nice of you!
Yurika: .. I'm going to kill both of you, just like I killed those two.
Yurika: AND I'M GOING TO START WITH YOU!
(sounds of Yurika attacking Eiji and both of them falling on the floor)
Miki: EIJI-SAN!
Yurika: Huh.. That's interesting..
Yurika: Weren't you two supposed to be all powerful and impossible to touch?
Yurika: Haha.. Did those people realize just how much of a power imbalance it is?
Yurika: Hm? Why are you holding your arm like that?
Yurika: Let me see..
(a sound of Eiji's arm breaking and him screaming)
Yurika: Oops, sorry.
Yurika: Just so you know, it was already not in a good condition. I didn't even have to do much.
Yurika: I didn't even have to use my "professional skills", haha.
(sounds of Eiji crying as Yurika keeps talking)
Yurika: But it's weird, isn't it? You say that it's so bad that I have experience with torturing people and killing them or something..
Yurika: But aren't you the same as me, Guard-san?
Yurika: You know what I mean. Like, you know exactly how to break people both physically and mentally.
Yurika: I hated working as a maid, so of course, you have to make me act like everyone's maid now.
Yurika: Kei is secretly afraid of being in pain, so now his whole body is in pain 24/7.
Yurika: And Akio is obsessed with being smarter than everyone, so you literally went for his brain.
Yurika: I doubt that it's just you being so naturally creative.
Yurika: .. You have experience with this stuff, don't you, Guard-san-
(a sound of one of the chairs hitting the wall)
Yurika: !
Yurika: How-
Miki: Good, I got your attention.
Miki: "I kinda wanted to hit her with that chair though.."
Yurika: .. What is wrong with you two?
Yurika: No, seriously, what kind of people did they choose as guards?
Yurika: Why did it have to be you two??
Yurika: No, no, this doesn't make any sense..
Yurika: THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!
Yurika: HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?! WHY CAN'T YOU TWO ACT NORMAL FOR ONCE?!
Yurika: WHAT'S WITH ALL THE PUNISHMENTS? AKIO ALMOST DIED, YOU KNOW?!
Miki: Oh, so you're worried about him now?
Yurika: WHAT'S WITH THE VERDICTS? YOU FORGAVE SOMEONE LIKE SHUN, BUT DIDN'T FORGIVE ME WHO JUST WANTED TO PROTECT HERSELF, EVEN THOUGH MY METHODS WERE BRUTAL??
Yurika: IN THE END, YOU TWO WILL JUST KILL ALL OF US, DON'T YOU?!
Miki: Ah, so us killing you is messed up, but you killing us is okay?
Yurika: You two deserve it.
Miki: .. Well, maybe some prisoners deserve to be punished too.
(the bell rings, machinery sounds)
Yurika: Come on, just let me watch my video for once.
Yurika: I just want to know what is going on here.
Yurika: If you give me the answers, I promise, I won't hurt anyone here-
Miki: And if I don't?
Miki: Also, seriously, are you trying to blackmail the guard right now?
Yurika: .. Let's just say I'll start with the younger ones.
Miki: .. You make me sick.
Yurika: Haha, so you don't want to save me anymore-
Miki: PRISONER 008, YURIKA, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SING YOUR SINS!
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Her MV would have different shades of red and pink (mostly the darker ones) as its colors.
Her MV starts with weird monster-like creatures (if you need a reference, they look a little bit like INMF Muu, but without the queen bee motifs) that kind of look like Yurika and her manager, Takame, plus some other creatures standing around a red coffin with a creepy flesh or meat-like texture that keeps pulsating, almost like it's an internal organ. Everything is silent and we can only hear a heartbeat-like sound coming from it.
When the coffin finally stops moving, the manager nods and Yurika immediately stabs it with her sword, causing it to bleed, though the blood is pastel pink and even looks like some kind of cream. All other creatures cheer and the song starts.
"Ah yes, that's how we do things in this world
It may be scary, but that's just how the adults' life is
I will do anything to put food on my plate
So keep ordering me around, I'll do what you say"
The creatures reveal that they've actually been holding buckets all this time and Yurika and her manager start filling them with parts of that coffin and its "blood".
"But I'm not the only one who's like that
Everyone has their own needs and it's our job to satisfy them
Think of us as heroes, we just want to help"
When they're finally done, all creatures walk away and the manager smiles at her gently, making Yurika smile back and blush.
"I'm not a fan of relying on people like that
If I could become more independent, I would've left you a long time ago
But as long as you keep giving me everything I want
I will stay by your side, like your personal maid"
Then Takame turns around and sees a bigger monster bringing two people that look like they're statues made entirely out of chocolate. We can't see any of their features clearly, but Yurika looks excited and even proud.
"Yes, I was the one who did it! You will reward me, right?
They were standing in our way, punish them, give them what they deserve"
Takame simply thanks that monster and asks it to leave them there. She turns to Yurika and gives her a smile again, though it looks a bit more scary this time.
The scene changes and now it looks like Yurika, Takame and those people are eating together. The walls look.. weird. It's like all of them are inside some kind of creature, the walls are red and they keep pulsating and you can still hear the sound of heartbeat throughout the song. Their guests don't have any appetite at all and they're not eating anything. Both of them look extremely uncomfortable.
Suddenly, one of them turns to Yurika and Takame and starts talking to them about something and the chocolate slowly starts to melt, revealing actual human body.
"What are you trying to say? Do you really think you have any rights in this place?
"Let's think about it more", "Let's calm down", who do you think you are?
You should be begging for mercy, stop pretending that you're braver than you really are"
We still can't see that person well, because now all focus is on the other guest who decides to leave quietly while Yurika and Takame are too busy listening to the first guest. As they move, the chocolate melts as well.
Yurika seems interested in whatever the first person is saying and turns to Takame who smiles, nods and then throws her fork right into that person's heart. The chocolate melts completely and that person's human body disappears, leaving nothing but liquid. The chorus starts playing as Yurika laughs and claps her hands, but then she notices that the second guest is nowhere to be found. Yurika leaves the dining room and tries to find that other guest and as she runs, more and more holes start to appear in the walls.
"I can't disappoint you, no, no, I won't give up
I've come so far, turning back equals death in this world"
When Yurika stops for a second to look at them, it turns out that all holes have arms inside of them (that also look like they're made out of chocolate, but they move like they're completely human). The arms start trying to grab Yurika by her hair, arms, etc and she continues running after that other guest while also avoiding the arms.
"Stop saying it was my fault, you would do the same!
I'm nothing but a victim, I was just a follower, why don't you punish the leader instead?
Stop acting like you're better than me, you're just like me
You would do anything to make the stronger one like you"
When she can finally see that person, the chocolate is almost completely gone and the only body part that still has chocolate on it is their arm and it looks like that person is a young woman with light pink hair and green and purple eyes. She tries to have a conversation with Yurika and tries to calm her down and holds her hand out to her.
"What do you mean, you're forgiving me?
You understand me, you know what it's like?
Your words taste so sweet, but here's the thing
I never liked sweet things, so why don't you shut up?"
She gives her a smile, but Yurika only stands there until suddenly, she bites that woman's chocolate hand off, making her whole body turn into that pastel pink liquid from the beginning.
She turns around and sees Takame and smiles at her while still having the hanf in her mouth. The chorus plays again, but if you listen closer, you can also hear Yurika sing "I don't need your forgiveness, I will save myself" over and over. Takame smiles approvingly and shows that the creatures are back with their buckets. Yurika spits the hand out, nods and puts the hand in the first creature's bucket.
"You have to agree, there's nothing more bitter than losing all your power"
The video ends.
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Chapter 12/? - - - Read it on AO3
Word Count : 9,063
Summary: Joyce is headed back with Murray and a certain someone in tow. Which means they all just need to survive a few more hours on their own. They just need to do a few things to take care of business, and wait.
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Nancy took the boys to the police station, where an officer let them into the Winnebago. And honestly, as she was doing so, she’s never been so grateful she left something behind in the Upside Down. If she didn’t vividly remember dropping that sawed-off felony when they found the trailer empty, she would be in a whole different kind of mess. Instead, they were there for the clothes the Upside Down crew had before gearing up in Warzone attire, and a few things they hadn't wanted to bring through the gate with them. Steve told her that he’d grab Robin’s stuff and run it over to her, so Nancy just picked up her own things and the backpack they’d left behind when they ran everyone into the hospital. There were a few other small items she packed away while Lucas and Dustin got together his clothes and the other walkie.
When they left, the cop marked off the items they were taking from the inventory sheet, just in case they tried to use the opportunity to rob the Jamesons. Which… okay, maybe she could be more offended about the assumption if they hadn’t actually stolen the whole RV itself just a few days ago. So she let it slide, and they piled back into the station wagon.
Overall, it wasn’t a long visit. Nothing to write home about. They threw their stuff into the back and were planning to pick up the other kids to go by the hospital when they heard Steve’s voice come through their walkie.
“Hey guys, we have a bit of a… a thing.”
“A thing? Over.” Dustin questioned him, eyebrows high on his forehead while Nancy focused on pulling onto the street.
“Yeah… it’s not a whole situation, but, um, definitely a thing. Well, it’s two things, actually.”
“Two things? Steve, I need you to start explaining right now. And say 'over' when you’re done. Over.” Dustin said, rolling his eye at Lucas, who silently nodded in agreement.
“Over, whatever,” the voice came through muttered and annoyed.
“So, what’re the things, Steve? Over.” Lucas leaned over to ask this time.
“There's, like, a whole news station outside the hospital, so it might not be a good idea for everyone to come by. Since we planned to keep the Cali Crew’s Epic Return off the radar.”
Which made sense.
It stung that they wouldn’t be able to visit, but they really shouldn’t be seen on television if what the boys said was true. About there being some government faction that pretty much wanted to kill El. That is, if the government lady who told them that while she tried to put them on house arrest was to be trusted. And that debate was a whole other can of worms, as far as Nancy was concerned.
Ugh, just trying to sort through what they knew, what they suspected, what they feared, and what they could even do about any of it... that mental maze was going to give her a headache.
And that was only one thing. It was a big, head-aching thing, but just one. And Steve said there were two. And so, after a pause, he continued.
“And also… Max’s mom… kind of… knows… Over.”
“Excuse me,” Dustin said calmly, before exploding,” WHAT?! Over!”
“I saw her while I visited Max, and Susan said that in the letter she left, Max said she wanted to explain some stuff to her. Over.”
“Some stuff? Over.”
“About what’s been going on.”
“Specifically, Steve. Over.” Dusting urged again, clearly not loving how vague the older boy was being.
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t know what to do- so I told her I’d call her tonight and… explain? Over.”
“Shit, Steve.” the boy said, forgetting to say ‘over’ in his shock.
“Well, what would you do?!” Steve got defensive,” She was, like, crying at me, looking at her kid, and begging to know if she was a bad mom for not knowing what was going on with her daughter! I couldn’t just throw her a ‘What? You’re crazy, lady!’ and skip down the hall! Over!”
“Shit, Steve!” was still all Dustin could think to say back to him.
“Well? Game plan? You guys got one of those for me?” Steve asked.
The boys looked to Nancy, who’s been silently driving this whole time, turning over the options in her head. She’s in charge, on that they all agreed. But that was a big decision. They haven’t… told anyone, who didn’t find out themselves, except for Murray, and that was way different. She’d wanted to, for Barb, for the Hollands. But she didn’t, couldn’t. The best she could do was give them a different lie so they could move on… but what do they do here?
“Nancy?” Dustin asked her.
“I don’t know,” she answered.
He passed it along into the walkie,“ No, game plan here, dude. Over.”
“What if we ask Joyce? Over.”
With that, Nancy snapped her head back a bit and held out her hand. Silent, though her demand was clear. One that Dusting understood in just a moment before he placed the boxy device right into her grip.
“Joyce? You heard from Joyce?” she spoke into it, completely forgoing the walkie-talkie manners Dustin quietly griped about to Lucas.
“Yeah. She called me at the hospital to get in touch with the Byers kids. Said she was going to be on a plane with Murray and be back here tonight. Already sent her to my place so she could let them know.”
“Joyce is getting back to Hawkins? Tonight?” She reiterated.
“Yes. That’s what she said.”
“Okay, okay,” Nancy breathed,” Then we’ll call Susan to come by your house after we get together for the strategy session. Have her come by when Joyce lands, and she can decide what it is, exactly, that we’ll tell her. Got it?”
“Yeah, sounds good.” Steve agreed.
Nancy felt better at least having that decision off of her plate before she asked,“ You headed back there now or…?”
“I’ll stay here a bit longer.” he answered,” Talk to ‘em both like the nurse said to. I’ll drop by the station after a while, pick up my stuff and meet you guys back there later.”
“Alright. You know when Robin’ll be free from Church?”
“Should be soon. If you wanted to pick her up and wait at my place with the others, you’re welcome to.”
“Yeah, I’ll snag her with Mike and Erica, and we’ll be there when you get back.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She passed the walkie back to Dustin’s waiting hands, to which he informed her and Steve,“ Neither of you guys said ‘over’ that whole time, by the way. Over.”
“Oh my god-” the older boy bemoaned.
“Do you want to walk back to Steve’s, Dustin?” Nancy threw back at him.
“No! I’m just saying we have had a system of walkie-talkie usage for years! And, now that we need to get everyone on the frequency, you supposedly ‘mature adults’ are the ones who can't follow the rules!” he argued.
“Hey, Dustin?”
“Yeah, Steve?”
“You just forgot to say ‘over’. Twice.” He pointed out, voice full of teasing glee that he could knock him down a peg at just the right moment,” Over.”
“ASSHOLE!” Dustin all but screamed into the receiver.
“I’m turning your volume down, little man. Yell and scream all you want, I’m going to relax. Maybe even take a nap-”
Dustin cut his transmission off,“ Steve, you’re supposed to be talking to them-”
Steve cut his short in turn,“ Night night, Henderson. Over.”
Dustin sat scowling in the back seat,” He’s supposed to be talking to them.”
“You really think he won’t?” Nancy asked him, a knowing gaze that made the boy uncross his arms and admit that, yes, Steve was just messing with him because he was being a bit of a turd about the walkies.
The next stop was the Sinclair’s, where Erica climbed into the very back, pinching off her nose as she did so and kicking at Dustin’s dirty laundry while they went to grab Mike. They added him to the backseat and pulled out of the driveway before Ted Wheeler had a chance to realize Nancy wasn’t immediately giving the keys back after the allotted trip to the police station. Then the last stop to make was Robin’s place. And Mike complained the whole way over.
Complained that he and Nancy were blood, so he deserved the shotgun seat. Complained that they should just go straight to Steve’s so they can see the Byers sooner. Complained that they weren’t going to the hospital to sit with Max and Eddie anymore. Complained that Steve was going to rub off and make Eddie stupider by spending time with him. Complained that Dustin and Lucas were traitors when they told him to be nicer to Steve.
God. He was really becoming a little angsty sourpuss in his teenage years.
Eventually, they got Robin in with them, and Nancy practically sighed in relief to have an ally against all the children in the back. While the boys and Erica made some ruckus about something she didn’t even want to understand, Nancy and Robin fell into some kind of small talk.
“So, how was church?” she asked, somewhere between not knowing what else to ask, and real curiosity because it was something she’s never gone to.
“Well, it was church,” Robin said plainly,” It’s still a place that’s mostly boring, if not a little guilt-trippy. Same stiff clothes I never wear otherwise. All the same old ladies my grandma has known since I was a little tike, each wanting to lament about how long it’s been since they last saw me on a Sunday morning.”
“Wow, so you guys really do, like, actually go to church.”
“Yeah. I’ve been in those pews ever since I can remember. Really only got out of it so much recently with how busy I’ve been with school and work. But now that those are both on pause and I went missing - and with a pair of boys, no less -” she used a haughty voice to imitate her mother,” Now it seems like the parents are less understanding of my disinterest in the institution.”
“That’s so… interesting?”
“It’s interesting?” Robin doubted.
“Well, Mike and I never really did the church thing. Our parents aren’t really… ‘devote’, I guess. I mean, our dad’s about as traditional and conservative as they make ‘em, but, eh, I guess God’s never really been our thing.” Nancy explained.
“God’s never really been my thing, either, to tell the truth.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, for the first three or four years, I would pretty much just follow my family in, take our seat, try and roll with it for a few minutes, and then end up using my jacket as a pillow and falling asleep in the pew the whole time. Then I got old enough that they said I couldn’t just keep doing that anymore. So I figured out how to follow along in the hymns, tried to pay attention. I had this aunt that would slip me mints and let me check her watch through mass to keep me contained. That's pretty much how I learned to read an analog clock face." she gave a little laugh at the fact," And I just had all these questions, and I wanted to ask these questions and understand why it is we think this is the way the world is. But then I got the impression that they didn’t really like my questions all that much, so I got quieter. And when I get quiet, I get bored. Which led to me inventing this fear that the priest had, like, ‘holy eyes’ or something. And he would see a lightbulb above my head. All lit up if I cared 'enough' and turned off if I didn’t. I literally terrified myself into thinking he knew I wasn’t really getting with the program, and that I'd be, like, outed or something as a bad Catholic. And then I got out of it well enough. I was busy, it was a good excuse. But now, poof, Robin’s back in those pews, revisiting the idea that the old man in the front of the room can see her burnt-out lightbulb.“ Robin huffed at the end, turned to Nancy, and realized she did it again,“ Sorry, that was a lot. Again. I just mean, I don’t think I ever really did a really good job at it. The whole God thing.”
Nancy looked over at her for a moment, a warm smile playing on her lips, and she shrugged,” I would never call you burnt out. Maybe you were just too smart, too young. I mean, if I had believed in God before all of this? The Upside Down would’ve turned me off of the whole theory pretty fast. You just didn’t have to lose it. Since you weren’t clinging to it in the first place.”
“Maybe. A full-on religious crisis mighta really drove me bonkers after the meat monster.” Robin let out a little chuckle before bothering to ask,“ And how was your morning? At the RV?”
“Not very interesting. It looks pretty much exactly how we left it. A mess. But I got my stuff, and the boys got theirs. And Steve said he was going to stop by after a while to get his and yours?”
“Yeah, there’s a duffle bag in his closet with my name on it. Thought it might be a good idea to add the stuff from the RV as a change of clothes and turn it into a go-bag since we’re waiting for Vecna to come back.” Robin answered simply enough.
“A duffle bag of your stuff?” Nancy asked, voice hinting at suspicion.
“Yeah. For sleepovers.”
“Remind me again,” she glanced over at her,” You’ve been trying to convince me there’s nothing going on there, right?”
“Oh my god, are you back on that again?” she asked, at the same moment that Dustin decided to ditch the others for this conversation instead,“ That’s what I’ve been saying, Nance!”
“Ugh. Can’t a girl have a best friend without everyone making their own assumptions about it!” Robin groaned, rubbing her hands down her face.
“What’s wrong with him, Rob? He’s great!” Dustin argued.
Mike cringed and turned his nose up at the idea,“ No, he’s not. Steve’s sort of the worst.”
“He is not without flaws, Michael.” Dustin drew out his name in protest,” But he’s pretty good. Definitely way above average for guys in Hawkins, right? I mean, I can run a sales pitch on him better than I could for you. Lucas, back me up.”
“You can’t deny that he’s kind of a mess,” Erica threw in.
“Strike that from the record, your honor. That was not the witness I was addressing. I asked Lucas Sinclair to back me up.”
Lucas nodded along to the idea and leaned forward to speak into his hand like it was a microphone,“ This is Lucas Sinclair, and I am willing to go on the record that I like Steve Harrington. He’s a good guy and would make a fine boyfriend to any interested party. Especially, to one who was already in with his friends. As inappropriate as they may be for a boy his age. Thank you for the time.”
“See! So, what’s wrong with him, Robin? I promise I’ll make him fix it if you guys will give it a shot!” Dustin practically begged her.
“Don’t do that to her.” Mike tried to talk him down,” Robin’s making the right decision to ice him out.”
Robin turned around in her seat to look at the boys,“ There’s nothing wrong with him, and I’m not icing him out! I am just a disinterested party. He is my friend. F-R-I-E-N-D. We have a purely Platonic, capital ‘P’ Platonic, mind you, relationship. And it’s great, I love the guy.”
Dustin’s eyes widened hopefully, and he opened his mouth to start something when Robin threw up a silencing finger,“ In a friendly way! I love the guy in a friendly way. And he knows that and feels the exact same way about me! So, if you need to have a good cry because this relationship you’re rooting for doesn’t stand a chance, go for it. But you’ll need to accept it, sooner or later, so you can move on.”
Dustin silenced for a moment, and Robin almost believed he was going to drop it until he added,“ But what if I got him to shave his gross chest wilderness? I think I’m winning him over!”
“No!” she squealed,” That’s not going to change anything about us! Let. It. Go.
“But what if-”
“Zip. It. Henderson.”
Thankfully for everyone involved, that was the end of that conversation as Nancy pulled them up to Steve’s house.
“Behave,” She told them, voice firm.
Various versions of ‘We do!’ came from the back seat as they all unbuckled and opened their doors. It wasn’t long before they were inside with the other four. Jonathan told them about their call with Joyce. She was putting together bags for each of her kids and going by Argyle’s so his mom could pass along something to bring for him.
Apparently, Joyce was about as shocked as the rest of them that Argyle was sticking around for their mess. Yeah, he kind of got roped into it, but he didn’t really have to keep fighting their fight. He could go back to Lenora. Back to his life. Try to pretend like this week never happened to him. But he didn’t. And his mom was just as surprisingly okay with it. Perfectly fine with her kid hanging out in the Midwest with nearly no explanation. Sure, California gave the kids a two-week spring break versus Indiana’s one, so he wasn’t even cutting class yet, but still… It was strange. The only answer he gave was that he’s ‘got to see it through’, and his mom just seemed to trust him.
But at the end of the day, they’d have Joyce Byers back - and Murray Bauman - so they wouldn’t just be a band of kids running around on their own anymore.
And that was good news.
Lucas had picked up Max’s letters for El, Will, and Mike before he’d left home, so he handed them over. They all accepted the envelopes, but seemed to each have a different sense of what they were going to do with them. Mike looked at it like he almost didn’t believe she’d written him one. They always pushed each other’s buttons and said they couldn't stand being in the same room, but they cared about one another at the end of the day. Will was sad to be given it. The letter just showed him how truly scared she must’ve been. She thought she had to write them goodbyes because she thought she was dying. El, on the other hand, wanted to refuse the letter. Wanted to say she didn’t need it because she was going to get Max back, and whatever she wanted to tell her, it could happen then. She didn’t need a piece of paper with goodbyes. She needed to find Vecna and end him for good this time.
Which brought up the bad news. Or news that was bad-adjacent.
El couldn’t find Vecna.
She tried. Put on a blindfold and turned the tv to static, but she couldn’t. They worried for a minute that she was still too drained, but that wasn’t it. They had her check for Steve. And, sure enough, he was found just fine in a stiff hospital chair, humming along to a movie next to Eddie. And then Will said that he could tell that Venca was still out there, somewhere. He could feel just enough to know that. To know that he was hurt and small. He didn’t feel gone, but it didn’t feel like the times when he was already coming back. It was that much less, but still there.
And that fact made a certain kind of dread fall over the room. It’s hard to just sit there while there’s some unknowable doomsday on the horizon. Looming.
But they didn’t have anything they could do about it right then. So Robin took to wrestling through some of Steve’s tapes and to find the most heartwarming one to watch while they waited for Joyce to land.
And it was after a very long voting session that they were settling onto The Sound of Music. Mostly because it was really long and El liked musicals but had never seen that one. And then Robin shared that Steve called it an “Honorary Christmas Movie” because he always watches it every December, despite there being no real Christmas themes. They actually watched it together that past year. Just a few months ago, during one of their infamous sleepovers while snow settled over Hawkins. Then she added that he also calls  Mary Poppins  one… so maybe Steve just thinks Julie Andrews' singing is the only way to enjoy the holiday.
And it was at the mention of Mary Poppins that they switched their votes.  Mary Poppins  first and then The Sound of Music later. Mike crossed his arms and asked if they’d be tired of Julie by then, to which Robin said such talk was blasphemous and he needed more respect for such staples of American film.
So, now that they had plans for their evening made, Argyle and Nancy were set on getting everything ready for the taco night the Harrington House had agreed to. While Nancy didn’t really know what she was doing in the kitchen, she knew how to get people to work, and Argyle knew what they needed to do. So they teamed up and got them all assigned to different jobs in the kitchen to start getting everything prepped.
Time passed, and Steve was sent on his way out of the hospital. He made good on his promise and got to the RV before they handed it back over, and got a hold of the clothes he and Robin left behind. And Eddie’s vest. The denim one with the big backpiece, the patches and pins of bands Steve didn’t know anything about. It had been tossed in the passenger seat after Steve changed into his Upside Down attire. It was kind of gross now, all things considered. Sweat, grime, and blood all over; from when it was thrown at Steve in the wasteland.
It would be good of him to clean it before giving it back when Eddie woke up, but he’s not sure how he should do it. Would throwing it in the wash mess with all the stuff Eddie put on it? Or would it be rude to take the add-ons off first and risk messing up trying to put them all back on? Maybe just scrubbing it by hand in the sink or something would be the best way to deal with it, because just returning dirty, worn clothes couldn't possibly be the right choice. Maybe he’d ask Robin about it later. See if she had any good ideas.
That was just about the last thought Steve really had before he got back and was met with the strangest thing. His house. Full of the sound of voices and the smell of cooking.
Mike was dicing tomatoes and cutting lettuce, Jonathan was stirring ground beef while Argyle seasoned it, Lucas was shredding chicken, Dustin and Erica were plating different toppings, Will and El were setting the dining room table, which by the look of it, they also dusted off or wiped down, and Robin was washing all the dishes that came her way.
It was a sight to see his kitchen so busy.
The first time it’s ever really looked like that. So… homey.
“Now, this can’t be my house. None of the kids I know are this helpful,” he commented, dropping keys by the phone and heading for the stairs.
“We’re goddamn saints, you know!” Dustin called after him.
“Nah, can’t be. Wrong kids,” he answered back as he went to throw his and Robin’s dirty clothes from the RV in the washer, drop off Eddie’s vest on the chair in his room, and make sure his face at least looked like he’d cried less than two and a half times that day. When he returned to the kitchen, he slipped Robin’s beret over her head while her hands were busy in the soapy water.
“Thank you very much for returning this incredibly fashion-forward piece to me, good sir.” she tutted in a hoity-toity tone.
He nodded and jumped up to sit on the counter next to her,“ ’Course I would. But, for the record, couldn’t find your shirt, Rob.”
“What?” she asked as her hands stilled, setting down the plate she’d been scrubbing.
“Your shirt. Well, not the black undershirt. Got that one. But your, like,” Steve motioned around himself as he described it,” … tan button-up - that you never actually button up - with the black leaves, that you wore over the other shirt? Couldn’t find it.”
“How could you not find it?” she questioned.
“I don’t know, dude.” he shrugged to her and leaned back on his hands,” I checked the whole thing, wasn't there.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll double-check my stuff at home, but I’m telling you I didn’t grab it before we went back into the emergency room.”
“I’m not accusing you of that. Just saying, I swear I looked under and over every inch of that thing, Rob, but it wasn’t there-”
“Hey, hey, Harrington,” Argyle quipped in from where he was preheating the oven,” No distracting my staff. Suds up with her and get those dishes clean.”
“I got to work too?”
“Unless you want to have to wash up from prep along with all the serving dishes later tonight.”
Steve hung his head with a disappointed groan.
“Ándale, ándale, ándale, man!” Argyle snapped his fingers at him until he got back on the floor.
“Alright, geez,” he mumbled, rolling up his sleeves and taking his place next to Robin,” When did he go mad with power?”
Robin dropped her voice and whispered back,“ I think it was somewhere around the time when Nancy decided she needed someone who actually knew what they were doing in here. She gave him authority, and now he’s got a wicked taste for it.”
“You two talkin’ some shmack over there?” Argyle called back over to them, squinting his eyes with mistrust.
“Absolutely not. Not us. We’d never do that.” Steve promised while Robin tried to bite back giggles.
“You’re such a liar,” she smacked his arm.
Steve smiled to himself and bumped her hip with his,“ Maybe.”
Eventually, they had a whole spread ready. Beef and chicken were in the oven at a low temp to stay hot. There were about a dozen different ingredients in the fridge. The table was set with plates, glasses, a bag of chips waiting to be opened, and even some decorative table candles they dug out of a back closet. All that was left to do, was to wait for their company to join them.
So Nancy decided it was time to get to a bit of business.
She pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag and said,“ Alright, first thing first, we need everyone’s favorite songs. Don’t want to get caught like we have before, so we’ll make sure everyone’s got their own tape with them at all times, just in case shit hits the fan suddenly.”
“What kind of favorite are we talking about here?” Argyle asked,” Like all-time favorite? Favorite right now? Favorite for a reason or favorite just because?”
Robin started to explain,“ Doesn’t really matter what kind of favorite. And it doesn’t even really need to be a favorite-favorite if you can’t pick one. The important part is that it means something to you. The music is going to reach a part of your brain that Vecna can’t block you out of. So you’ll want one that’ll put you in a good mood, make you feel better, remind you of a better time, or - if worse comes to worst - show you why you want to live even if he tries to back you into a corner.”
“I’d recommend we all have a mix with a few of our favorites, to be safe. But we also need a list of everyone’s best guesses at their ‘savior song’. Just in case something happens and someone needs to play it for you,” Nancy added.
Argyle shrugged and then answered,“ Then it's ‘Break My Stride’ for me. Can’t sing along to that song and not smile, you know?”
“Alright,” Nancy confirmed and jotted it down on the paper.
Jonathan gave his next,“ ’Should I Stay or Should I Go’. The Clash.”
But then Argyle turned to him and began to ask,” You sure, buddy? Cuz you’ve been listening to a lot of Joy Division. You know? ‘Love Will Tea-’”
“You’ve been listening to a lot of ‘Pass the Dutchie’. Don’t see me refusing your answer."
“Alright. Just checking.”
Nancy looked to the next one,“ Steve?”
There was a barely noticeable pause before he told her,“ ’Everybody Wants to Rule The World’. Tears for Fears."
But just as Nancy was starting to write it down, Robin jumped in,” No, it’s not.”
Steve looked back at her - eyes just like the ones she pointed at him when he met Vickie for the firm time - and he muttered back,” Yes. It is.”
”What is it with you boys and lying about music? This is serious.” she pushed.
”I love that song,” he argued.
”Yeah. I mean, I’d bet it’s probably in your top five,” Robin gave him,” But it is not your favorite, that one I know for sure.”
“What’s the real answer, Steve?” Nancy asked.
Steve kept his eyes locked on Robin as he claimed,“ ‘Somebody to Love’ by Queen.”
Robin narrowed hers in response,“ Also not it. But you’re getting warmer."
"Steve, what about 'friends don't lie'?" Dustin questioned him from the side.
"That's your thing with the other runts. I'm not a part of it."
Robin raised a brow and threatened," Well? You going to say what it really is, or am I?”
”Shut up, Robin.” he warned.
“I’ll say it if I have to, bud. We’re talking about saving your life here.”
“I’ll say yours.” Steve countered, using the only real leverage he could think of at the moment.
“It’s ‘Dancing Queen’ by Abba. Want me to share why, too? Sure. It's because it’s a super fun song, and I’ve been listening to it since I was like ten waiting impatiently to turn seventeen. And, now that I finally am, I’ve been playing it almost non-stop. Easy.” Robin answered without hesitation,“ So, you going to be honest or…?”
“Robin…”
”It’s ‘Holding Out for a Hero’,” she disclosed,” Bonnie Tyler.”
And all eyes were on Steve, wide in surprise as he tried to deny it,” She’s lying-”
”Am I? Because you have both the Footloose soundtrack and her single on vinyl. And, remind me again, how many times have you put it on a mixtape? Because, I know you have it on one you keep in your room and on another one in your car, but I feel like there were more, right?”
”That’s not true.”
”Steve,” Dustin cooed to him,” You have that much Bonnie in your room, right now?”
“There’s way more Bonnie than that, bud.” Robin shifted.
And Steve knew that look in Dustin’s eye, the sparkle gleaming with mischief, knew that meant the kid was going to collect the evidence of Robin’s testimony,” Henderson, I swear to God-”
”Hold him down, Lucas!” Dustin yelled as he got to his feet and started going up the stairs to Steve’s bedroom.
And Lucas did as he was asked. He lunged to tackle Steve into the couch while Mike piled on top to help him. Then there were Will and El and Erica and - seriously? How is it fair for five of these little assholes to pin him down like this when all he wants to do is protect his honor?
“Henderson, I’m going to kill you!” he called from the living room as he writhed around, trying to get out from under his captors.
And then Dustin was posed at the bottom of the stairs, the seven-inch disc displayed proudly in his hands,” Bonnie Tyler. ‘Holding Out for a Hero’. And it was the very first song on the mix I found. And I spotted her whole Faster Than the Speed of Night album. Wow, Steve.”
The man went slack under the weight of the other kids now that he’d been caught red-handed,” It’s a good song, man… Bonnie’s talented, alright…”
“Wasn’t gonna argue with you on that, Steve. You’re the one who made a big fuss about it.” Robin said, poking his burning cheek as the children started clambering off him.
“Shut up. Is it someone else’s turn yet?” he grumbled and swatted away her hand,” Why don’t you go, Dustin?”
“It's ’NeverEnding Story’. Pretty sure we all could’ve guessed that - except for the new guy - since it’s Suzie and me’s song.”
Steve rolled his eyes,“ Whatever,” while Nancy moved on.
“Mike? No, don’t tell me, it’s one of the new rock ones you’re borrowing from your nerd superstar. Right?”
Mike shot her a sharp expression, “ ‘Highway to Hell’ off of the AC/DC tape.”
“And is that actually your favorite or just the loudest, coolest sounding one you could think of right now?” she asked him, eyebrows raised like she didn’t trust him.
"It’s the truth," he asserted before looking over at Steve and practically sneering,” Because I'm actually secure in my music taste.”
“I told you to behave.” Nancy quickly scolded,” Alright, El?”
She nodded and told her,“ ‘Angel’ by Madonna.”
She didn’t say why. But it was because she could still hear Max’s voice sing alongside Madonna from their sleepover last year. And she’d needed to cling to that when she was all the way in California, feeling so alone. But she especially needed to cling to it now. It was what she was fighting for. Not just herself, or the world, she was fighting to get Max back.
“And Will?”
Will fidgeted for a second before telling her,“ ‘Boy’s Don’t Cry’ by The Cure,” really hoping nobody’s listened to it nearly as much as he had. He got why Steve had been so hesitant to admit his favorite. It felt so… exposing when the song hit emotionally close to home.
But Nancy didn’t spare another thought,“ Lucas?”
“Uh, yeah, ’Only You’ by Yazoo,” he answered quickly. He had a lot of songs he really liked. Even had more than a few that made him think about Max. But ‘Only You’ was the one he’d been caught on the most recently.
“Erica?”
“Katrina & The Waves’ ‘Walkin’ on Sunshine’.”
Her answer might’ve been a bit more surface level like Argyle’s. It was a fun, bopping song she liked to sing along to. Not everything needed to be some big piece on a person’s emotional state. Sometimes songs are just songs.
Nancy nodded and finished writing it down,“ And, I guess mine’s ‘Take My Breath Away’ by Berlin. So with that, we should all be set, just in case. Tomorrow we can start shopping for anything that we need, and we can make sure we’re ready for whatever happens from this point further.”
They all agreed on the plan and turned on the tv, popping in the Mary Poppins VHS while Steve moaned about Robin just giving away all of his carefully guarded secrets. But at the end of the day, Mary Poppins might just be his favorite movie, so he doesn’t complain much when it starts up.
Robin had asked him about it once. About why he loved this one specifically so much. In all honesty, he always kind of wished for a nanny like her. Miss Mary Poppins. 'Practically perfect in every way'. A woman who just showed up one day and never let Mr. Banks tell her off from trying to raise the kids right. Insisted on making sure they had fun and got to decide that they didn’t care about their father’s job. Fuck investments, it was better to feed the birds. And, in the end, it was because of Mary Poppins being in their lives that he looked at his kids, actually looked at them, and decided to take them kite-flying in the park.
Yeah, he used to dream about someone being able to make his dad do something like that.
And he wasn’t really mad that Robin spilled the beans on his secret Christmas tradition. He’s come to notice that Robin doesn’t just talk a lot in general, she talks a lot about stuff she likes. Steve being something she likes makes him feel like a pretty good friend. Which matters a lot to him, whether or not he’ll say so that often.
He also knows that Robin isn’t casually throwing around the real sensitive stuff. She doesn’t talk to the others about the stuff he tells her late at night when it’s like they’ve got the only light left on in the world. Doesn’t tell people why he likes Mary Poppins and hates answering the home phone. She keeps those conversations to herself. Tucked safely behind her ribs and right next to her heart.
But she’s sharing the little ones. Passing out small pieces of him. Because he needs to let people back in again, and she knows it.
He closed himself off a bit too much after Nancy. At least from people his own age. It was easier with the kids because they needed him. But Steve got beaten, burned, and left behind his senior year in a lot of different ways. He hasn’t been letting himself be vulnerable with people he used to consider his peers.
So Robin helps out. Blabs just enough that he has to be flexible. To bring everyone else just a little closer to knowing Steve Harrington.
And Steve knows she’s doing it. And he’s grateful because she makes it so much easier.
Just about an hour into the movie, though, the home phone started ringing. It was probably Joyce, but just in case it was his parents again, Steve ran to get it while the others kept watching.
Hoping it was Joyce made it easier to pick up.
“Steve Harrington,” he greeted.
“Hi, Steve! It’s Joyce,” her voice answered,” We just landed in Madison and are about to head on over to baggage claim. We’ve got quite a few suitcases, so if you kids send over our ride now, they might still get here before we’re free.”
“Sounds good. Your kids are finishing a movie, but I imagine they’ll be racing to meet you there within the minute anyway. You and Murray looking forward to being squished in the back seat around one of ‘em?” he wondered with a light chuckle.
“Yeah- about that… We will need three seats.”
“You and Murray been eating that much since last summer?” he asked.
“No, no. Just um- can’t really say why over the phone, but we’ll need plenty of room.”
Which certainly added to that suspicion Steve’s been harboring since her first call,“ Okay? I’ll let ‘em know and they’ll be on the way.”
“Alright, see you all in a bit. You kids better be excited, because we do kinda have a surprise.”
“A surprise? Don’t you think we’ve had enough of those?”
“Just trust me. It’s a good one.”
“Alright, Joyce. We’ll see about that.”
Nancy had already said she’d give Jonathan the keys to the station wagon since it’d have the most space for everything. So, by the time Steve was hanging up the phone, all three Byers kids were getting ready to put on shoes and head out the door.
“They’re all good?” Jonathan asked him.
“Yeah, yeah, they got to Madison just fine. Uh- but your mom said they’d need three seats.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. Didn’t really explain, but said there was some surprise and they’d need the room.”
“Okay? Um…” Jonathan looked between Will and El. If he could just send the two of them to see their mom first, he would. But he had to drive.
“You two go,” El said quickly.
“El-” Will tried to argue with her.
“No. It’s okay. I want to finish the movie. Go on and I’ll hug Ms. Joyce when you get back.”
“Okay. We’ll be back soon. Like, an hour, tops.” Will promised her.
“Sounds good.” she squeezed his hand and returned to the living room, jumping back into the couch right next to Robin.
Steve handed Jonathan one of the walkies and a spare house key,” Call us if you need anything.”
“Yeah. Let’s get going,” Jonathan clapped Will on the shoulders and led them through the door.
And then the brothers found themselves alone together for the first time in a while. For the first time since they talked in that pizza shop about being there for each other. And Will… ever since then, he’s started wondering if he should keep an eye out for a chance to… talk about something else. Something important.
“So, your favorite song’s still 'Should I Stay or Should I Go'?” he started, feeling like he needed to warm up the conversation somehow.
“Well,” Jonathan tossed the comment around a beat before deciding,” Not exactly ‘still’. It was my favorite a few years ago, back when I played it for you that one time. And then I liked other stuff, had other favorites. But, uh, I guess ever since - you know - everything happened, it just makes me think about you. About getting you back. So I’m pretty grateful for it.”
“Oh.” Will nodded understandingly, but his voice was a little gone. Like his head was off somewhere else as he glanced out the window to the dark city of Hawkins flying by.
“You not all that into it anymore?” the older brother guessed, sparing a glance at him.
“No.” Will answered honestly, before realizing that was kind of harsh to say about his brother’s favorite song, and backtracked to explain,“ I mean, I liked it too. For a while. Made me think about you, too. But, uh, can’t really listen to it much now without thinking about… almost not coming back. Being trapped under him and barely able to move my fingers, hearing the phone ring, and knowing I put you in danger by being… so… yeah, it's not really my favorite anymore. Sorry.”
“Hey, that’s okay,” Jonathan corrected,” You’re growing up. Your tastes would change even without something like that happening. And I’m not gonna hold a grudge over a song just cause I assumed you liked it still. It’s all good.”
“Yeah. Of course.” he gave a weak laugh to himself and looked down at his hands in his lap.
A silence came up between them while Cyndi Lauper sang through the radio. 'Time After Time'. The song that was playing at the Snow Dance while Will danced with a girl for the first time. When he started becoming sure about something. He picked at the skin around his nails. Worrying himself tense about how exactly he was supposed to go about… what he wanted to go about.
“Jonathan?” he finally asked.
“Yeah?”
“What if…” he bit his lip for a second,” you assumed other things wrong about me?”
And Jonathan could hear the tone in it. Knew that he needed to be serious and careful with exactly what he said. Because he didn’t want to scare Will off. Never wanted Will to be scared to tell him anything, especially the kind of thing he was expecting.
He needed to make sure his little brother knew that Jonathan would be on his side no matter what.
“Then, I guess, I’d just need to figure out I was wrong. And after I knew better, I’d just be happy you shared the news with me.”
“Even if it was something really big. Even if it was bad or- or wrong?” his voice cracked while he kept his vision trained on his fingers. Squeezing them together and doing everything in his power to not look at Jonathan. Because he was terrified… just in case. And then Jonathan’s hand snuck into his gaze anyway. Letting go of the wheel to reach over and wrap his hand around Will’s.
“There could never be anything wrong with you.”
And Jonathan said it like it was the only thing he’d ever been so sure about in his life.
"You’re my brother. No matter what, I’m going to be right here for you. Even if it’s something big. Even if… if it’s something that some people might think is wrong. I wouldn’t think that,” and then Jonathan turned to look at Will for a moment, his brother already glimpsing at him with misty eyes,” And the two of us? We’d be okay.”
Will dared to put Jonathan’s hand between his. He was so scared to believe it. Scared to break Jonathan’s love for him. Scared to tell him something that would make him recoil in disgust and never look at him the same way.
“We would?” he asked, begging for a sign to stop if he was going to ruin them.
Jonathan had to return his eyes to the road, but he said, just as surely,“ Yeah, we would. I promise.”
And, as scared as he was to trust him, Will found it in himself to ask it anyway,” Even if- even if I…” the tear fell before he finished,”… liked boys?”
But Jonathan didn’t pull his hand away. Didn’t recoil from him. Didn’t even hesitate as he looked back over - with the same loving eyes he always held for his brother - and he simply swore to him,“ Absolutely.”
And a shaking smile opened up across Will’s face, his eyebrows creasing together with hope as more tears began to trail down his cheek, and he squeaked out,“ Yeah?”
“Yes.” Jonathan turned back to look at him and squeezed his hand,” I love you, Will. And if you’re gay, then I love that about you.”
“Okay,” Will nodded, seemly to finally really believe that it was happening. He told someone, and it didn’t break everything. He wiped at his eyes as Jonathan continued.
“And if anything ever happens. If someone ever gives you shit about it, or even if you want to talk about guys or something, you can always come to me about it. You don’t have to keep me out of this part of your life because some idiots are assholes about this kind of stuff.”
“Okay,” he said again, laughing a little at the thought of running to his brother about crushes on boys. But he could really see it. His amazing brother, who just kept lifting all this weight off his shoulders, wanted to hear about his little love life. Assuring him over and over again with every word that it was real.
“You know I’m going to hug you ridiculously tight when I park this car, right?”
Will shook his head out, hoping all his crying was over with,“ Was kinda hoping you would.”
“Good.” he smiled, regretfully having to take his hand back for the big turn on the highway.
Then Will added,“ Can we not… tell anyone else, though? Not yet?”
“Of course. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. And I won’t, for that matter. But, for the record, I’m pretty sure everyone would be cool with it if you did. I think you picked a pretty good batch of friends.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Thank you. For telling me. I really am glad I get to know you a little better now. You know you’re my favorite person.”
“Stooop,” Will groaned and turned over in the seat to look back out the window with a weak laugh, wiping furiously at his eyes again,” I don’t want mom to ask why I’m crying. She’s gonna have a heart attack.”
“Fine. I’m still going to give you that hug, though. If you end up a snotty mess, that’s on you.”
Will huffed and rolled his eyes,“ Deal.”
Will changed the radio station and turned up the music, now with that heavy secret no longer his alone to carry, and ‘Don’t You (Forget About Me)’ was playing at just that moment. So they let the Simple Minds take them away as they continued toward Madison. Where Jonathan indeed pulled his younger brother into his arms and held him there with everything he had until Will reminded them that they should probably head in to help the grown-ups load up the car.
And when they found their mom at the baggage claim... When they saw her with not only Murray at her side but Jim Hopper on the other… it was beyond anything they could’ve possibly expected to see.
Joyce ran over to them and wrapped her boys in an embrace while Will commented over her shoulder,” Some trip to Alaska.”
“Yeah. It really was. That’s the surprise, which we can explain more about later, but are you both alright? Is El?” she worried over her boys, just as anyone could’ve guessed she’d do. Wiping hair out of their faces so she could look them over herself.
“We’re okay.” Jonathan excused,” But how- how is he-?”
“It’s a long story. One we couldn’t say over the phone given how many times they’ve been bugged, and since- well, Doctor Owens is... who even knows anymore. We wanted to tell you, but-”
“It’s okay. And we have a walkie in the car, so we can let them know on the way back. I mean- El’s going to be- This is just… a really good surprise for her right now.” Will smiled just imagining giving El her dad back.
“Is that everything?” Jonathan asked, eyes wide at the six bags piled up beside Jim, impatiently tapping his foot.
“There’s one more.” Murray answered,” And since we’re all waiting, would anyone care to explain why there was an emergency while we ran to pick up a lost American hero?”
“That’s also a long story.”
“Great. Just love those. Don’t you just love long, complicated stories about life-or-death emergencies, Jim?” Murray asked him as he propped an elbow on Hop’s shoulder and leaned over on him. The man looked tired, annoyed, just overall pretty bothered by all the time he’s spent cramped between Murray and Yuri in the helicopter flight over. And all the hours since when they've been so busy he hasn’t gotten any real peace.
He was irritated and ready to be somewhere with a bed that he can call home for the night, and Murray’s attitude wasn’t helping,” What I would love, would be a nap, a pair of earplugs, or to get going. So can we please get going?”
“Patience. We’re waiting on your daughter’s bag, after all. Honestly, if I knew you’d be this crabby when we brought you back home, I wouldn’t have gone with Joyce to get you.” Murray shook his head next to him.
“I’m loading the car,” he grumbled as he picked up his and Joyce’s bags from the mound.
“So, he hasn’t changed much,” Jonathan commented, stepping forward to grab the handle of his suitcase while Will did the same.
“No, he hasn’t,” his mother agreed with him.
“But he does look weird now,” Will mentioned,” What’s up with that?”
“It’s ‘cause he’s all skinny.” the other brother quipped.
“Okay, be nice. Things were a little crazy in ‘Alaska’, but-” Joyce’s eyes widened and she pointed at the conveyor belt,” Oh! Murray! There’s her suitcase!”
He quickly grabbed it and handed it over to her.
“Okay, now we can go,” she said as she took the bag and they all started heading out the doors,” Anyway, you think it’s not a good look for him?”
“No. It’s weird. Hop isn’t supposed to be skinny.” Will insisted.
“Well, I imagine we can fatten him back up now that we have him home again. Speaking of, none of us have eaten much all day. What’re the plans for dinner?”
“There’s a make-your-own-taco buffet thing waiting at Steve’s house,” Jonathan answered as they all passed their bags to Jim to pack in the back.
“Oh, thank god,” Hopper commented as he slammed the rear door of the station wagon. It might not be Enzo’s, but it was going to be the best meal he’s had in nearly a year. He started rounding for the driver’s seat and clapped his hands to get everyone to hurry up,“ Come on people, let’s go!”
“Hop. Breathe a second, we’ll be there in like thirty minutes.” Joyce tried to assure him, taking to the passenger seat herself while Murray and the boys tucked themselves in the back.
“Not even. I’m driving, and I’m speeding, and if anyone has a problem with it, or wants to pull me over, they’ll have to t-bone me,” he said as he turned the key.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what Nancy would like to hear you say while we borrow her car. Everyone’s buckled in, right?” she turned around to check.
“They better be.” He shot back as he peeled out of the airport parking lot,” And Nancy doesn’t have to know what I say about the only set of wheels I have to get me to my kid.”
They bickered a little bit more as the car sped down the road back home. But there was a certain… air about the way they were doing it. There was an unspoken fondness in it.
Will leaned over to Jonathan and whispered,“ Am I crazy, or is there something going on there?”
“I think there might be,” he answered.
“Oh, there absolutely is,” Murray added with a sure nod.
“Some business conference.” Will muttered to himself, impressed,” Go, Mom.”
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decennia ¡ 2 years
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Yo, it sucks that you're getting nonny hate I'm sorry that's happening. If a message like this is not alright please delete, but I am someone who has been friends with Maddie in the past and also defended them. I have experienced this kind of thing, with similarities between characters, but always believed them when reasons were given. I don't know really what to do, because I have enjoyed this friendship with them for so long I feel like a betrayer if I speak out or confront them about it.
kinda sus how after i do a mass culling of certain people during my blocking spree that all the hate anons stopped 🤔 yet my friends who just rbed my post and didn't block those people are receiving tons of anons. just seems a little ✨️weird✨️ if you ask me
listen, bby, if the explanations maddie gave you were anything like the ones they gave me? i'm sorry to say but you did this to yourself 😭💔 they were complete and utter bullshit (receipts privately available upon dm if you're interested). genuinely. and that was my final straw. i wasn't about to be lied to about this. i tried hearing them out, but it all sounded hella suspicious.
i also really enjoyed the friendship, always had fun with the crossovers. YOU are not the one in the wrong. plagiarism is very serious in a community based on creative works. YOU are not the betrayer, you were betrayed. you trusted that, as a friend, they would not steal from you, or lie to you. they betrayed that trust. they betrayed mine. and then had the sheer audacity to lie about it, too.
this isn't what icks me out the most, though. what really got under my skin and made my stomach roil was the fact that, under a completely different blog and alias, they contacted me as if they were a stranger, asking for potential crossovers; all while i was speaking to them on their main blog. i have received criticism for essentially "doxxing" them on a blog they supposedly "made to shelter themselves from the hate they get on their main."
i believe that was the reason for the creation of ocfanhub & codenamekryptonite at first. genuinely, i do. but why interact with your main blog then? why engage in the blog that you received all this supposed hate on? why interact with yourself as if you are completely different people, asking yourself questions, making yourself crossovers and edits? interact with your already established friends as if they were strangers? it doesn't make any fucking sense:
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and the fact that, during a giveaway, when given the opportunity to nominate another blog for a gift, they nominated themselves under the guise of "sending good vibes to another creator." especially since the giveaway has a request limit? they literally lied to receive more gifts, and it's not okay.
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not to mention having their friends gaslight people or other creators into thinking someone is insane for even entertaining the idea that maddie and veronica were the same person. i have trust issues to begin with. this? is a total violation of the trust i gave them and their friend, and i don't think i am in the correct capacity to trust so freely again on this site. which is sad, because i love meeting new people and cultivating creative based friendships.
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Okay but perv Geto is so fucking good and so fucking accurate what if he caught reader using the shower head on herself and decided he would do her one better 👀
perv geto<3 my luv
contains: fem reader, voyerism, perv!geto masturbation(r!&geto), so much dirty talk, sexual tension, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, shower sex, whipped!geto, softer ending, implied aftercare
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“Fuuuu-mmm” you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your wines as the strong stream of water from the shower head hit your clit perfectly— the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure.
You had started out standing but quickly decided to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the smooth tile of the shower floor when you realized how intense the stimulation was.
Your legs were spread while you bucked your hips against the stream or water. Your body was jerking and jolting at the sensation of the water caressing just right under the hood of your clit.
You held your breath as the warm water brought you closer and closer to your high, jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching together as you were pushed off the edge.
“Haaaa-aaah fuck-“ you whined a little too loudly. You felt your walls clench around nothing as your orgasm washed through your body, the warm steady pressure of water was working you over so well, prolonging the intense feeling as you jerked and gasped into the small room of the bathroom.
shlick shlick shlick
“Fuuuuck… cmon go again, do it again..” Geto whispered under his breath from the other side of the door.
You knew you weren’t being relatively as quiet as you know you should’ve been; having a roomate in the house; but you figured the water would drown out most of your noises.
You could not have been more wrong.
For the past five or so minutes that you had been getting up to your antics in the shower, Geto’s ear was pressed against the door, warm hand wrapped around his fist and pumping steadily while listening to your wines and curses as you got yourself off.
He heard you and Shoko talking about this new method to masturbate over the phone the other day, he didn’t mean to ease drop but.. yes he did.
The second he walked by your room and heard you repeat back to shoko, “A shower head? down there? really?” He froze in his tracks, listening to the short conversation after your question that followed.
Ever since that day, whenever you got in the shower he would follow right behind you. The moment he heard the shower come to life, his head was pressed against the thick wood door, listening for any telling signs that you were trying out this new trick you had learned.
And he is so glad he didn’t give up, night after night he spent standing at that door, shuffling his body weight between both of his feet as he waited so patiently to hear something, anything that sounded like you touching yourself, and he finally did.
He wanted to feel guilty he really did, but the vivid image he had painted of you, standing with the shower head you body used, against your clit, moaning and whining as you made yourself cum with it.. the guilt in his body was nowhere to be found.
You panted hard on the floor, squeezing your legs shut in comfort when your orgasm subsided, “holy shit,” you breathlessly whispered, amazed at how good that had felt.
You pulled your lip between your teeth, thinking. The water was still warm, so you couldn’t have been in there for too long.. a second round wouldn’t hurt.. right?
You spread your legs once more, wincing when you brought the shower head back to your clit, face scrunching as you tried to overcome the overstimulation you felt as trying to go again so soon.
You managed to push through it—though you realized you felt ten times more sensitive than before, it was proving to be harder to hold back your noises as you alternated between letting the water spray against your tight hole, and your sensitive little bud.
“Yesyesyes” Geto smiled triumphantly when he heard your noises start up again on the other side of the door after a brief pause. He started up his own hand again, stroking himself faster at the sound of your needier wines this time around.
He was picturing himself standing behind you, his cock fucking in and out of your tight hole while he held the shower head against your clit. He imagined you would protest at how it was too much, too good, to please give you a break— and of course he wouldn’t.
He would fuck into you harder, faster, he would manipulate the shower head in a way so the water was caressing your clit in circles, he pictured you curling in on yourself while you came all over him, he tried desperately to squeeze his hand in a pulsing motion to mimic what he thought your pussy would feel like when your high arrived.
He slowed down his strokes when an idea popped into his head. You could practically see a lightbulb form over him as he completely paused the strokes on his angry dick, quickly pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping them back up.
It was not unusual for the two of you to use the bathroom while the other was in the shower. The sliding shower door was one of those cloudy ones, so you could see nothing but the persons silhouette ďżźas they used the shower. The bathroom also had no lock, which Geto thought was absolutely perfect.
He rapped a quick knock onto the wood, “Coming in, gotta brush my teeth” he said as nonchalantly as he could, giving you a could seconds before he cracked the door open.
You were shocked out of your daze, slapping your legs together as the door opened, you prayed he would get his toothbrush and leave, like he usually did, but he had other plan.
“Oh- o-ok-“ You stuttered out when you saw his frame come through the door. You held your breath as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs, crying for you to continue the simulation before he interrupted you.
You watched his blurry frame grab his toothbrush, squeezing on the toothpaste and that’s when you froze. You watched as his head turned towards the shower, holding your breath before his deep voice spoke through the room.
“Why are you on the ground?” he questioned, making you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you tried hard enough, you might disappear. “Didn’t hear you fall, you okay?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t on the floor because you fell.
He wasn’t expecting to see you like this, but he couldn’t deny that the thought of you having to sit down from how weak your legs were from just putting a shower head to your clit was making him dizzy.
“I-i’m okay,” you answered, praying that would be the end of his interrogation— it wasn’t.
“Didn’t answer my question.” He repeated, a smirk you couldn’t see, spreading itself across his handsome face, “Why are you on the ground if you didn’t fall?” He spoke.
You stayed silent, looking around the four walls of the small shower box you were in, trying and failing to come up with some excuse, instead feeling your mouth flap open and closed like a fish while little ‘uhh’ and ‘umms’ fell from your lips.
You watched his figure sit down on the closed toilet seat. The silence in the room was making your heart race, had he heard you moaning?
“Where’s the shower head?” he asked. You pulled your lip into your mouth and closed your eyes, forgetting that you can see the shower head peak out from the top of the shower door.
“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, at this point, you knew he knew— and you knew he was teasing you about it.
“Just wanna know where my shower head went, I spent a lot of money for that attachment you know~” He cooed, making you sigh.
“I..” you started, opening your eyes and peeking at his blurry frame through your peripheral vision, “I have it.” You finished.
“Where?” he quickly responded, smile still plastered on his face, his hand coming down slowly to subtly rub himself over his pants, using the obstruction of the blurry shower door to conceal his antics.
“Down here, with me.” You answered. “What’s it doing down there? hmm?” His deep voice resonated.
You started to feel yourself grow hot, and it wasn’t because of the temperature of the water. “I needed it.” you answered vaguely, feeling yourself throb between your legs at this interaction.
“You needed it?” he repeated, rubbing himself harder over his pants, letting out a short laugh when all you responded with was a short ‘mhm’
He watched your form move behind the glass, guessing your legs had spread open again, watching your arm move to place the shower head back between your legs.
He heard your breath hitch quietly when the water made contact with your little bud once more, “Needed it bad, huh?” he spoke again.
You tipped your head back against the shower wall, ignoring the blaring signals of what the hell are you doing this is your roomate, going off in your head. Instead you opted to move the shower head in circles, letting the water caress your pussy in the way you needed.
“Who taught you that huh?” he asked, knowing full well who the culprit was, and internally thanking her. “A-a friend.” you responded, your breath picking up as you spoke.
“Yeah? Did your friend also say it was okay to use my shower head to play with your pussy?” he asked. His vulgar and more direct words made you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he continued.
“Y-you like it,” you responded, rolling your hips up into the stream of water.
This caught him off gaurd.
“Don’t t-think I haven’t noticed you outside the door whenever I s-shower ngh-“ you whine, wanting your voice to sound more like you were scolding him, but your words came out rushed and needy instead.
“You wanted m-e to do this,” you finished with a whine when the stream hit your clit a little too intensely.
“Fuck,” he laughed, reaching his hand into his pants once more to pull out his cock and stroke himself properly, “Why didn’t you say anything huh?” he asked.
“Didnt w-wanna ruin your fantasy, p-pervert.” you responded, the name making his cock twitch. “Oh I’m the pervert?” he responded, “Who was the one letting me listen to her shower? the one using my shower head to make herself cum?”
“L-listen to yourself, your just a nasty v-voyeur,” you wined, moans freely falling from your lips now at how worked up this conversation was getting you.
He felt his balls clench at your degrading words, cock still in his hand as he stood to his feet, sliding the slower door open in one swift movement and entering the shower, soaking his clothes as he dropped to his knees, gripping your chin in his free hand as he pressed your lips to his.
“Mmm! Mph-“ You whined into his mouth, feeling his arm rapidly move back and forth between you, his heavy breathing giving away his antics.
You kept the shower head on your clit as the two of you made out. He kissed you like he had been wanting to do this for years, bulling his tongue into your mouth and groaning into your cavern, the two of you swallowing each others noises.
“Sugu- Suguru, fuck-“ you moaned his name needing in between kisses, feeling yourself get pushed to the edge for the second time.
He sucked your lip into his mouth before pulling away and gripping your wrist that was controlling the shower head. “Let me fuck you,” he begged against your lips, “Let me fuck you please.” You were astonished at how quickly he was switching gears. He was so dominant just seconds ago and now he was on his knees in front of you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you.
“I’ll make you cum so much harder than this fucking thing please, let me prove it,” he rushed, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock as he sucked his lip into his mouth.
“Okay, okay ye-“ you answer, soul leaving your body when he wrapped his arms around you, yanking the both of you to your feet, he pulled you up by the underside of your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the shower wall.
You were getting whiplash as how quickly this was progressing, you gasped in anticipation as his hand grabbed ahold of his cock underneath you, you gasped when you felt it rub against your entrance.
“You can’t take it, Look at me, you can take it.” He spoke, pressing his his forehead to yours and making you keep eyes contact with him, distracting you from the sheer size of his cock that looked like it threatened to split you in half.
The two of you stared at each other with bated breathe, waiting for geto to slip his cock into your hole. The two of you gasped in tandem when he slid inside, the slide eased by the water.
“Oh fuck,” The dark haired man rolled his eyes back in his head, “So fucking tight oh my-“ He cut himself off when he bottomed out, gasping against your mouth as you wined at the stretch.
You’ve never taken anything inside you even remotely close to the girth and length of Geto’s massive cock. You were glad you came once before and your walls were more pliant, otherwise you would’ve been actually worried that he might’ve split you in two.
“Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you praised, looking down between the two of you and seeing your cunt fully pressed against his abdomen. “S-should’ve stopped being a fucking pervert and g-grew the balls to come in here and f-fuck me week ago,” you giggled.
Geto had no idea why when you spoke down to him it made his cock twitch, his balls would clench and threaten to spill his seed without even moving. Even before he got inside you when he heard the name leave your lips he had to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming prematurely.
“I know, you’re right,” he agreed, before he started a rough pace with his hips, fucking meanly into your cunt.
You bounced forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as high pitch “ah! ah! ah’s” we’re fucked out of your lungs.
“This perv fucking you better than that shower head?” he asked, smiling into the crook of your neck as his cocky pistoned in and out of your hole, his fat tip fucking straight into your gspot.
“D-ont kno-w” your words came out choppy and high pitched thanks to his rough thrusts. “You don’t know?” He repeated, his lip jutting out in a frown as he bounced your body up and down his cock with ease. “Let’s find out then,” he added.
He gripped the sides of your body, pulling you up off his cock with ease and flipping your body around, so you were back to chest with him, just like in his fantasy.
He slipped his cock back inside you, making you whine, your legs shaking and trembling under your own weight, small hands reaching out to grip onto the shower door handle to keep yourself steady.
Geto reached over and grabbed the shower head, picking it up off the ground from the tube part and pulling it up into his hands, he quickly checked the pressure and temperature against his fingers before he wrapped one large arm against your tummy, pulling you back against his chest.
He maneuvered his other hand in front of you, teasing the spray of the water against your pelvis before he spoke, “Don’t pass out on me.”
Geto placed the stream of water against your clit before resuming his brutal pace inside your pussy once more. If it wasn’t for his strong grip against your stomach, you were sure your legs would’ve given out on you.
“Fffuuuuuck-“ You wined, eyes rolling back in your head at the intense pleasure. “Fuck- You’re so much tighter when your little clit gets some attention-“ he choked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your pussy walls constricting around his cock.
He tipped his head back, jaw dropping as he tried not to lose his own balance, he understood now why you ended up on the floor.
“Not gonna last with your squeezing me this fucking tight.” he warned, his lips coming down to suckle against your neck as the both of you were spiraling closer and closer to your impending orgasms.
“Fuck it’s you- you shi-t,” you tried to tell him, making him grin against your neck, “You fuck me better ha-aaah!” you wined, your arms leaving the shower door to dig your nails into his arm that was wrapped around your torso.
“Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” He bated, needing to hear you praise him. “So ahhn! So good Sugu! So fucking good, love your cock-“ you got cut off by the first wave of your orgasm, catching you off gaurd suddenly.
“Yeahhh cum all over my fucking cock- good fucking girl-“ your roomate praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fought to milk him for all he was worth,
“Gonna make me cum,” he warned, gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes back when you dug your nails into his arms harder than before.
Unbeknownst to him, he was fucking you straight into overstimulation, you had just come in inch from your life and the stream of water was still steadily massaging your clit, and his mushroom tip was absolutely abusing your gspot.
“Su-“ you tried to speak, to tell him to at least move the shower head but he was out of it himself. The man was fucking you with reckless abandon, humping his dick into your tight walls on instinct, moans freely falling from his lips, his heavy balls making loud vulgar slaps against your ass-
He pulled out just before he came, making him drop the shower head and simultaneously releasing his hold on you, making you drop to your knees.
You looked up at him just in time when he came, his large hand caressed your face while his other stroked him through his orgasm, abs and balls clenching alike while warm spurts of cum covered your pretty face.
“Thank you- Thank you-“ He choked out between the waves of his orgasm, his head was tilted back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut at the intensity, you and never seen a more beautiful sight.
His legs were visibly shaking, fighting to keep himself standing as his fist squeezed out the remaining drops of his cum onto your face.
When he started to come down his next dropped to look at you, gasping, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the art he created on your beautiful face.
When the fuzziness started to fade out of his head he realized how uncomfortable he was, his slacks and button up shirt was half drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably from the water. His big hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he squatted in front of you, before bringing both hands down to your face using his large thumbs to rub his cum into your cheeks.
“I-“ He stopped himself, clearing his throat before leaving a soft peck on your lips, “Legs get you cleaned up,” he smiled, scooping you up and letting you wrap your limbs around him like a koala as he carried your wet bodies out of the shower.
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ardentlylesbian ¡ 2 months
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Butch sex ed class (Femme x Butch, Butch, Butch…. Etc 👀)
Contains: Public sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, strapons, size kink, fingering, group sex, overstimulation, explicit consent, facefucking, orgasm denial, edging, dumbification
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When I responded to the ad I found online, I definitely thought it was a bit bizarre.
“Butch sex ed class seeking willing femme participant” Isn’t exactly the combination of words one would expect, but curiosity gripped me for days after seeing it. I turned the idea over in my mind, would this be an insane thing to do? Who knows what they even mean by “willing participant”. I had some ideas of course, who wouldn’t… but there was no further details, just a number and instructions to text “Yes” for the address.
I finally decided fuck it. Whatever happens, happens. At least I’d probably meet at least one hot Butch in my area through the process, and that would honestly be reward enough. Even if I just have to sit there and genuinely talk about how to use a dental dam or something for an hour.
Nervously, I texted the number and within moments got a response to meet at a local highschool at 9pm the next day. “Come prepared” was all the text said beyond the meetup info. Super helpful.
With no real concept of what “prepared” might be, I shaved nearly every inch I could reach, exfoliated, moisturized, you name it. Until I was able to run my hands over my entire body and only feel soft supple skin, ready for hands that were not my own.
And prepared some flash cards on LGBTQIA terms and sex Ed info, just in case.
The next day, wearing a skirt that accentuated my ass but was still somewhat professional, a button-up blouse, and the sluttiest lingerie I owned, I stood at the front doors of the high school nearly trembling with nerves. Maybe this really was an absolutely insane thing to agree to. Before I could raise my hand to knock, the door was opened by somebody a bit shorter than me (I was wearing heels of course) with a buzzed classic butch haircut and a name tag that read “Sam, She/Her”.
“So nice to meet you!” Sam said warmly, shaking my hand and using it to draw me inside. “We’re so happy you responded to our ad. It’s always a bit tricky finding femmes for these things you understand.”
She placed a hand on my waist and led me down the hallway, as we walked I tried to steady my breathing but it was difficult between the nerves and how incredibly aware I was of Sam’s palm on my lower back.
Stopping just before a door halfway down the hall Sam put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be nervous, I’m the TA and we run a tight ship. Nothing will happen that you aren’t okay with. Consent is our number one teaching here.”
A rush of relief and arousal flood my body at the same time, with the confirmation that I am definitely going to be fucked in some way in front of a class full of butches, but also that I’ll be able to stop it at any time. I feel myself blushing deeply as I nod at Sam. “Thank you.” I whisper, too shy to say more.
She grins again and brushes a thumb over my cheek, “A blusher, they’ll like that.”
I feel the warmth in my cheeks increase at her touch, It’s damn good that they’ll like it because I certainly can’t control it. Sam pushes open the door to the classroom and the chatter immediately fades to silence. Inside, seated at desks and each with a notebook and pencil, are at least 15 or 20 butches. Of every possible size and style, tall, short, some flaunting top surgery scars through unbuttoned shirts, some with stubble, some with hair longer than I’d ever been able to grow mine.
They all turn to look at me, eyes raking down my body and taking in every curve with a hunger that sends another rush of arousal through my body. My thong is soaked through now. I can feel the damp fabric clinging to me as I nervously walk further into the classroom at Sam’s encouragement. Over by the teacher’s desk in the corner, an incredibly handsome stud leans casually against the table. Their name tag reads “Teacher, They/Them” placed on their navy button up that bulges slightly around their biceps. I can’t help but notice their fingers… incredibly thick and long.
“Class, meet our femme for the evening.” Teacher says casually, coming over to me and placing a hand on my back, just as Sam did earlier. “She’s very generous to donate her time and body for this class, so let’s all remember the three C’s yes?”
“Consent, communication, and make her cum.” The class reply in unison, clearly very well trained already. I wonder how long they’ve been in this classroom, learning about how to pleasure a femme, and I realize fully in that moment that I am in for the fucking of a lifetime.
“That’s right. Now, if our volunteer would be so kind, we’ll start with how to arouse a femme before undressing her.” Teacher gently leads me to a table that faces the rest of the class, and effortlessly lifts me by the hips so I’m sitting on top of the table. “Do you consent to this next activity? You can withdraw or take a break at any point, just say stop, and we’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?” They ask gently, their hands still on my hips.
“I understand and I consent.” I say softly, my voice trembling just a little bit.
“Okay class, consent has been given, but she’s clearly nervous. See how her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow?” A chorus of agreement murmurs through the crowd. “That’s a good cue to go slow, let the femme adjust to her situation. Even if she wants it like this one does, taking it slower will let her mind slip away so she can truly enjoy the experience.”
The butches nod and take notes as Teacher speaks, then they turn their attention back to me. Teacher steps between my legs, and slides their hands from my hips down to the inside of me knee. My breath hitches when they graze the soft skin on the inside of my thigh.
“See the way her breath catches when I touch her inner thigh? It’s a very sensitive area, we’ll return there later.” Teacher explains, and they drag their hands up over my waist, avoiding my breasts and instead pushing one hand into my hair. They tug gently to pull my head back and a small whimper escapes me. “Tugging the hair close to the root allows you control of the femme’s head without pulling hair from the scalp. The neck is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones, kisses and bites here will illicit considerable response in most femmes. Observe.”
Their hot breath drags over my skin as they tease me, then they press a kiss to my neck directly below my jaw. The sensation of their lips on my neck, while I can see through half lidded eyes the entire class of butches watching me with perverted interest has me feeling like I might cum just from a kiss. Teacher’s kisses turn into licks and bites and hickeys, and soon enough I’m clinging to their shirt and writhing on the table. Trying to get more contact, or some kind of blessed pressure against my aching clit.
Teacher withdraws and smirks at the class. “See how quickly her reservations have melted away? Does anyone want a turn?”
Many hands shoot up, Teacher chooses a younger fat Butch from the second row, who introduces themselves as Rach. They tentatively slide their hand into my hair, copying the way Teacher demonstrated, and tug shyly until the other side of my neck is exposed to them. They are much more gentle than Teacher, licking and nipping at my skin in a way that has long needy sighs slipping from my lips. They’re so warm, radiating heat that feels like it’s penetrating my skin. Eventually Teacher taps them out, and they sheepishly thank me and return to their seat. I sit on the table, my skirt half way up my thighs and my neck certainly bruising already, and I look at Teacher for guidance. What next?
Teacher laughs “So obedient already, and certainly wet and desperate. We have a good girl on our hands today, don’t we?”
I bite my lip when they call me a good girl, which I know everyone sees. All of them watching me be so affected by a pet name, now knowing exactly what to call me.
“Next I’ll demonstrate how to undress a femme. Do you consent, love?” Teacher asks me, and I nod, maybe a bit too enthusiastically because the class laugh at me mockingly.
Teacher steps behind me, behind the table, and leans over to slide their hands around my waist. Luckily their arms are long so they can reach me easily. With deft movements they untuck my shirt from my skirt, and from behind unbutton it from the bottom until it falls open. There’s a scattered groan from the class as they see my black lace bra, pushing up my tits so they sit at their roundest form. I’m sure my blush reaches to my chest, but I can barely manage a clear thought as Teacher slips my shirt off my shoulders and steps aside to tuck it somewhere.
They return in front of me, enjoying an eyeful for a moment before grasping my hips and pulling me off the table onto my feet. They guide me to take a few steps down towards the class, until I’m standing directly in front of the first row. A blonde butch with piercing blue eyes stares at me like she wants to bend me over her lap and see what sounds she can coax out of me. Teacher turns me around so I face the whiteboard instead of the class, and I catch Sam’s gaze as she stands next to the door. Her face is just as flushed as mine, and for the first time I realize that she’s hard packing. I quickly withdraw my gaze as Teacher speaks again.
“Next we have to remove her bra and her skirt. Who has experience with a one-handed unclasping?” A pause as I hear arms raise. “Excellent, please come demonstrate for the class.”
A Butch exactly my height steps in front of me, I can see him flush despite their deep skin tone, they’re confident as he grasps my hip with one hand and with the other has my bra unclasped before I even realize. The class claps a bit, and the Butch before me takes my bra straps and pulls the garment from my body. Holding it with both hands as he stares at my hard nipples and soft skin. They look to Teacher for guidance, and Teacher gives a “go on” sort of nod. The Butch places my bra in their back pocket and steps closer to me, his breath brushing my lips as he reaches around my back and unzips my skirt. Slowly, he pushes the skirt down and off my hips, revealing to the class behind me my ass and the lacy black thong that matches my bra. I hear more groans from the class, and some distinctive sounds of fly’s unzipping. The thought of all these butches looking at me and needing to jack off sends my brain into even more of a mindless spiral of arousal.
The Butch drags their hands over my hips and grabs two handfuls of my ass, pulling me against them while I clutch his shoulders and moan. I hear a sudden smack sound and the Butch lets go of me immediately, stepping back with a sheepish expression. Teacher takes them by the collar and pushes him into the hallway, closing the door behind them.
“Now class, what have we talked about before we brought the femme in?”
“No touching unless cleared by Teacher.” The class replies, again in unison.
“That’s right. A single spank and some time in the hall is really a warning. The next one to pull anything like that will be removed from the course.” Teacher’s voice is so stern and forceful that I feel myself drip, and I squeeze my thighs together absentmindedly.
“Now, we still have one garment left, I will do the honours myself.” With that Teacher steps over to me, and with one hand on my back presses me down until I’m bent over the table, my ass presented to the class.
“May I? Touch you I mean.” Teacher asks.
“Yes. Yes please please.” I whimper, not caring when the class chuckle at my desperation.
“Good girl.” Teacher croons, making me twitch as they slide their big hands over my ass. Then trailing into my inner thigh, then finally I feel their thick fingers brush over my pussy. I know the fabric is absolutely drenched, and they let out a small groan when they feel it, the first time I’ve heard any indication of Teacher being affected by this since we started.
“She’s drenched. So incredibly wet for us. That’s a good thing, boys.” Teacher explains, then hooks their fingers around the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs. Cool air hits the wetness dripping from me and I shiver, completely bare before this crowd. Reality seeps in for a moment and I feel a twinge of embarrassment and stage fright. I usually don’t even like having the lights turned on during sex but here I am under fluorescents being displayed to over a dozen strangers. It should turn me off, but instead I shudder and clench around nothing.
I can hear movement and soft groans from the classroom, and I’m certain some of the butches are touching themselves. Teacher slips a finger through my wetness and hums in approval, then I feel them spread my ass cheeks so the class can get a better view, and I moan like a whore, pressing my cheek against the cool wood of the table. Directly in my line of sight is Sam, her hand in her pants as she slowly strokes a strap, something I can see is distinctly purple.
“Look at this beautiful specimen of a femme,” Teacher croons, “Wet, needy, and aching for a butch inside her. This is what effective teasing can bring you boys, never skip those steps.”
Teacher’s hand slides into my hair again, using the leverage to pull me back up to standing. They turn me and kiss me hard and I melt into them, clutching at their biceps and moaning into the kiss as their tongue slips into my mouth for a tantalizing moment. They pull back and place me back on the table, pushing my legs apart so I am on full display.
“A femme who’s ready to be fucked will often be just as pliable as this one, melting into kisses and letting herself be placed wherever her butch puts her, in whatever position.” Teacher lectures as they walk around the back of the table, I hear them climb on behind me and I am suddenly enveloped by their body heat, leaning back against them for support. “I will now demonstrate how to play with a femme’s nipples and clit. Watch carefully, these techniques will come in handy.”
I whine just from hearing those words, “Yes please Teacher. Please.” I beg without even realizing it, loving the growl that rumbles low in Teacher’s chest in response.
Their hands snake around my body and find my nipples instantly, twisting and pinching with an efficiency that I’ve never experienced before in my life. I arch my back and clutch at their thigh as they continue their ministrations and describe each action to the class. Through half-lidded eyes I see some butches still taking notes, but some are half bent over their desks, viciously getting themselves off as their gaze devours me.
After a few minutes of nipple play that I could only describe as mind-melting, Teacher’s large hand slides down my navel until their bare fingers graze my clit and I jolt from the contact. Being neglected and teased for who knows how long has reduced me to a ridiculously sensitive mess. With only the gentlest touches I’m quickly writhing and bucking my hips against their fingers, begging them for more and not caring that the entire class is watching. They latch their mouth to the base of my neck as they finally sink a thick finger inside and the entire class groans as one entity.
“Watch how easily my finger slides inside, absolutely no resistance due to how wet and relaxed she is. That’s how you know it’s time for a second finger.” Teacher explains, as they push deeper inside me, two fingers finally giving me a bit of the stretch and fullness I’ve been craving. I dig my fingers into their hair with one hand as I clench and grind down into their palm, getting some friction on my clit finally. “You’ll see that she instinctively grinds her clit on my hand, she’s searching for any kind of pressure to help her get off. Needy femmes like her will do it without even thinking, especially once they’re this soaked and horny.”
I nod, completely accepting my role as a slutty needy femme on display if only they keep their fingers exactly where they are.
As if to torture me specially for having that thought, they pull their fingers out abruptly. I whine in complaint but am quickly shut up as they slide the fingers soaked in my arousal into my mouth. I suck on them automatically, blushing again as I realize how dumb they’ve made me with so little effort. My tongue swirls around their digits as they place a light kiss on my temple.
“Now class, the truly interactive portion begins. One by one, you will each line up and practice three fingering maneuvers on the femme. It doesn’t matter if she cums or how many times for this exercise. It’s simply about you applying the techniques we talked about earlier. Once the femme consents you may begin.”
Teacher’s fingers slide out of my mouth and I ignore the drool that coats my lips as I consent eagerly and enthusiastically. The butches line up before me, stuffing straps back into their pants and zipping up flies. The first one, the Butch with those piercing blue eyes, steps between my legs and looks to Teacher for permission. They nod, their hands gripping my thighs to keep me from closing my legs, and the butch slides two fingers into me easily. I groan and let my head fall back against Teacher’s shoulder, closing my eyes and letting Teacher talk the Butch through the movements. Each one sends shockwaves and sparks shooting through my body, but Teacher doesn’t allow her to finger me long enough to cum. She moves back to her desk far too quickly and lets the next Butch take her place between my legs.
This goes on for what feels like a lifetime. Fingers of all lengths and sizes being pushed into me, and I’m coaxed with come hithers and thrusts to the brink of orgasm again and again, never being allowed to fall over the edge. I’m trembling and sweaty and begging and begging as the last butch rhythmically thrusts their fingers inside me, I’m so incredibly close I can feel my legs starting to shake.
Unfortunately so can Teacher, since they’re still holding my thighs open. They quickly tell the Butch to stop and I nearly start crying as the long fingers slip out of me with ease. Teacher’s hands leave my thighs and caress my entire body, tweaking my nipples again, and for just a fleeting wonderful second, squeezing my throat. “Care to finish her off for this portion of the class?” They ask, I can’t see who they’re speaking to because I can barely lift my head, but I feel a body settle between my legs.
“That’s a good girl, I’ll make you cum don’t you worry.” Sam’s purrs in my ear, so low and raspy, a world of difference from the woman who met me at the door. Her fingers slide inside me and immediately start doing something indescribable, completely unlike the rest of the butches, Sam’s technique is undeniable. With her other hand she circles my clit and within seconds an orgasm hits me so hard that I convulse uncontrollably as I’m pinned between the stud and their assistant.
Sam’s fingers keep moving as I ride the orgasm, only slipping out after my shaking turns to twitches. She steps back and I force my eyes open so I can watch her lick her fingers clean.
“Very well done class, we’ll take a quick 15 now so the femme can recover before we move on to the strap usage portion on the course.” Teacher says, in that professional voice that sounds so unaffected despite the fact that I can hear and feel their heart pounding against my back.
The class reluctantly shuffle around the room, grabbing snacks from their bags or popping out to use the washroom presumably. Sam comes back to me with a blanket and a open water bottle, working with Teacher to wrap me up and get me to drink. I easily down the whole bottle, not having realized how much of a workout this experience has been already. Sam kneels before me to unstrap my heels which I had forgotten I was wearing, but the relief once they’re off is instant. I sigh and let myself relax back against Teacher, while they run their fingers through my hair.
“You’re being so good for us, isn’t that right, Sam?” Teacher says. Sam nods up at me, taking one foot into her hands and rubbing it. “Do you think you can handle the next portion of the class? There are some pretty big cocks in here, everyone brought their own from home. Do you have a maximum that you don’t want to go any bigger than?”
I blush deeply as I consider that question. I’ve never taken a strap bigger than 6”, but I’ve always wanted to try. Always thought I was secretly a bit of a size queen but have never had the opportunity to really test it out. Shyly, I shake my head. “No, I’m okay to try anything. As long as I can say stop if it’s too much.”
Teacher smiles at me and nods “Of course, you can always stop at any time. If anyone in this class tries anything, myself and Sam are very efficient at removing the problem.”
I smile back, my gaze dropping to their mouth as I remember the way they kissed me earlier. They didn’t let anyone else kiss me while I was fingerfucked out of my mind, and my lips were aching for any kind of action. Teacher must have noticed my look, because they captured my lips in a kiss that stole my breath away.
“Sam, get a taste of her.” They said, turning my head so Sam’s mouth could cover mine instead. Her lips were smaller than Teacher’s but she was more courageous with her tongue, sliding it along mine and leaving my mouth hanging open when she withdrew.
“Incredible, we really hit the jackpot with this one.” She said, grinning at me.
Teacher gently helped me to my feet, escorting me to and from the bathroom and making sure my wobbly legs didn’t give out beneath me. When we returned to the classroom the gaggle of butches had all returned to their seats, sitting with flushed cheeks and bouncing legs as they waited for their instructor to return. On the table Sam had set up a sort of soft mat that was strapped to the legs and hung over one edge a bit. The implication was clear, I would be fucked on that table, by each of the butches sitting in this room. Possibly from the back based on how the mat softened the edge of the table, clearly so as to help prevent bruising. Wetness gushed between my legs at the sight and I blushed again. How could I still feel so shy after I had already had each of their fingers inside me? I clutched the blanket closer around my body, the turmoil of shyness and embarrassment and arousal swirling in my stomach.
Teacher noticed my hesitation and hooked a finger under my chin so I met their deep brown eyes, “Are you still okay? Do you need a longer break?”
I glanced at the mat again, then took note of how my pussy was throbbing and aching to be filled. One orgasm was not nearly enough after being teased and withheld for however long.
I looked back to Teacher and shook my head, “No I’m ready. I want butch cock please.”
Every butch in the room growled at those words, a few swore, one let out a muttered “Jesus fucking Christ”. Teacher and Sam just smiled at me, and guided me to the table.
“On your back first, lovely.” Teacher crooned.
I nod and drop the blanket to the floor, knowing that if it needs to move Sam will clear it away. With Teacher’s help I lay myself back on the table, my knees bent so my feet don’t dangle over the edge. The mat is cold and smooth against my skin and I feel goosebumps cover my body, my nipples hardening. I nervously turn my head to look at the class, they all have a view of me from the side, presumably the best angle to observe the techniques that will be used on me. Whatever those techniques may be.
“Now class,” Teacher paces in front of me, and I see some of the butches leaning so they can continue to stare past Teacher’s sturdy body. “As discussed earlier, strap skills are very important to hone. It’s vital to learn exactly how to use whatever size feels most comfortable for you, so it hardly matters for the femme how big it is. Technique is key. For the purposes of this class, and acknowledging how overwhelming this next portion is going to be for our femme, we will progress from smaller strap sizes to the largest. It will also serve as a demonstration for everyone here how to properly stretch out a slut. Please organize amongst yourselves appropriately as I prep our femme.”
The class all stand and I watch in a dazed horny awe as the butches pull straps from their bags and pants and pockets and start to compare sizes. Never in my life could I have imagined seeing such a variety, some were ridged, some shaped in unmistakably fantasy configurations, even a couple with knots. One was undeniably the largest, 8 or 9 inches certainly, and heart-stopingly thick. The Butch who wore that one had longer hair and wore an open button up, one of the ones I had noticed from the beginning as flaunting their top surgery scars. I wondered as I took note of all the cocks in the room if there was any way I would even make it to the biggest. Teacher had been right to describe me as a slut.
Just as that thought passed through my mind, I felt something wet and cold slide inside me. With a gasp I turned my attention to between my legs and moaned when I saw Teacher’s thick fingers delving into me. They had poured lube onto their hand and was expertly spreading it inside me, mixing it with my already ample wetness. The sounds were beyond pornographic.
After a moment they slipped out of me, and checked the room to see that the butches had all lined up very nicely. All of them harnessed up and most slowly stroking their cocks. I twitched and whimpered.
Teacher took a step back and leaned against the wall while the first Butch took her place between my legs, gently grasping my thighs and wrapping them around her waist. She lubed up her cock, only a 5’ standard, and slid it into me with ease. I moaned, even being the smallest strap in the room there was still a small stretch as I adjusted to the size, and it filled me so much better than fingers. Teacher talked her through fucking me, pointing out how I reacted to certain moves and occasionally grasping the butch’s hips to help them find a specific pattern or speed. It was too soon before their turn was over and my pussy was empty and clenching around nothing again. But I thankfully wouldn’t need to wait long, the next Butch stepped up and pushed into me, just a bit thicker and longer than the last, but feeling just that little bit better too. Again and again I get fucked by butch after Butch. Some getting to kiss me sloppily, some grabbing or biting my breasts. Some make love to me slowly and so incredibly deep I feel it in my chest, and some throw my legs over their shoulders and pound into me until there are tears of pleasure running down my face. Through it all Teacher speaks smoothly and gives guidance, checking in with me between each person, making sure I can still speak and consent despite my mind slipping away into what I can only be sure is what people mean when they talk about subspace.
A Butch with soft red curls sucks a nipple into their mouth as they fuck me, their strap curved and dragging along my insides in a way that has me honest to god mewling. For the second time of the evening I cum, clutching the Butch who continues to thrust into me as my body shakes beneath him. The waves of pleasure feel like they’re tearing me apart molecule by molecule.
But that’s not the end, no I’m only halfway through the class. As the red haired Butch slides out of me I whine and open my arms for the next, Teacher laughing sadistically at how much of a slut I’ve become over just a few short hours, practically begging to be filled at all times with Butch cock. Teacher brushes my sweat-damp hair from my face as another strap sinks home, this one ridged and knotted, and I reach up to grab a handful of Teacher’s shirt, pulling them down to kiss me while I’m getting fucked. They seem surprised but don’t resist, kissing me back passionately as my body jolts in time with the other butch’s thrusts.
Teacher pulls back and places their mouth by my ear, “Do you want to be even more helpful, doll?”
“Yes yes yes anything!” I gasp, the knot of the strap inside me bumping against my clit and making me squirm.
Teacher grins and straightens up. “Alright class, our lovely femme has agreed to help with an additional demonstration. Luce, would you come join me please?”
The first Butch with the smallest strap comes to teacher’s side and smiles at me, their eyes dropping to my tits which are bouncing with each thrust.
“Now Luce, you’re going to fuck our dear femme’s face. I’ll talk you through it so we don’t overwhelm her, but for simplicity’s sake let’s flip her over first. Luce, you sit on the table by her head.” Teacher continues, stopping the Butch rutting away at me. I’m empty again and I whimper, but my heart also skips a beat knowing I’m about to be spitroasted. I’ve never tried the position before, never even been with more than one person at a time, but the thought is so incredibly sexy I can feel my pulse everywhere. I want to flip over for them, be a good girl, but I can’t gather the strength to lift my own body weight. Teacher notices my struggle and easily lifts and maneuvers me so I’m bent over the edge of the table, propped up on my elbows so my cheek rests against Luce’s thigh, her strap looking intimidatingly large from this new perspective. I feel a new strap line up with my dripping pussy and push deep inside. The lube and my wetness let the sizeable number slide into me with ease, but the slight stretch again makes me moan against Luce.
I feel fingers slide into my hair again and I realize it’s Teacher’s strong hand, they pull my head up so Luce’s strap is aligned with my mouth, which I let hang open in anticipation.
“See how her mouth opens? She’s been trained so well by us, what a good girl.” I squirm and clench around the strap inside me at the praise from Teacher. “Now Luce, I’ll hold her head still, and you follow my instructions for how to fuck her mouth.”
Teacher guides Luce’s strap into my mouth and my eyes roll back as she begins to thrust into my throat in tandem to the Butch thrusting deep in my pussy from behind. My eyes water as she hits the back and roof of my throat repeatedly, my scalp starting to ache from my hair being pulled. Tears slip down my cheeks, what’s left of my mascara surely running with it, but I’m certain my slutty moans make it abundantly clear how much I’m enjoying being stuffed full of Butch cock.
A few more butches take their turns with my pussy while Luce uses my mouth, until I feel her hips start to stutter and her breath catch unevenly. She’s about to cum, certainly. The butches which have circled around the table to watch closer stare at her with unabashed jealousy.
Teacher notices her coming close to her climax as well, “If you’re going to cum, thrust as deep inside her mouth as you can and cum there.”
Luce follows instructions to the letter, thrusting so deep inside my mouth that my lips touch the base of her strap and my eyes roll back as I gag around her. She cums with a string of curses and slowly slips her strap from my mouth, drool splattering along the mat between us and my jaw aching. She climbs off the table and Teacher pulls harder on my hair to make me look them in the eye.
“Do you want another or are you done?” They ask.
I whimper as the Butch fucking me from behind hits a particularly sensitive spot, “Not in my mouth anymore.” I request hoarsely.
Teacher nods and lowers my head back down to the mat, finally releasing my hair. My cheek rests in a puddle of my own drool but the relief in my arms and neck from getting to lay flat is so sweet that I barely notice.
The thick strap inside me thrusts twice, hard, then stills as I hear the Butch let out a long and low moan. They came quickly, whoever they are, lucky for them. They remove themselves from me and I open my eyes to see Teacher smiling down at me, “Last one, pretty girl. But the biggest by far. Can you take it?”
I nod, my eyelids fluttering with exhaustion but my pussy aching to be filled again. The last Butch, the one with the surgery scars and longer hair, stands from their desk and approaches behind me. I feel their strong hands caressing my ass, then the unmistakable sound of lube being applied to a strap. The head soon presses against my entrance, and I can feel how insanely large it is as they tease me by pushing it over my neglected clit a few times. I moan and wiggle my hips for more friction, but Teacher intervenes.
“No clit action for her yet, we wouldn’t want her to cum before we’ve finished. She clearly only has one more left in her before it becomes irresponsible to keep fucking her. She’s already so dumb, you can see in the way she agrees to everything we say. Isn’t that right, doll?” Teacher asks, laughter in their voice.
The huge head of the strap starts to slide into me and I moan and nod, “Yes yes Teacher yes”
The class laughs at me but I don’t care because this strap is so big it almost burns as it goes into me. I whimper and grab the sides of the table, the stretch so delicious and so painful at the same time. The butch leans so far over me as they push in that I feel their hair drag along my back, sending shivers down my spine. It feels like it takes forever before the base of the strap hits my clit and a tremor goes through my body. I reach one hand behind me and touch the butch’s thigh, “So big, a second please, ah fuck” I gasp.
“I think we should flip her over so we can see the bulge in her stomach.” Suggests a butch who’s voice I don’t recognize. “It’s so big there just has to be one.”
“Excellent idea!” Teacher responds, “Would you mind flipping her over? Just pull out first, turning her on you at this point would be ill advised.”
The massive strap slides out of me with the most disgustingly lewd sound I’ve ever heard, I can’t even whine at the loss, I just twitch. The butch’s strong hands grasp my legs and use them to flip me onto my back, the bright florescent lights making me wince. They hook my legs over their shoulders and re-align themselves, sinking into me again. This time it goes in much easier, but a chorus of moans come from the butches watching. I look down to see what all the fuss is, and realize that I can see the bulge of the strap in my stomach incredibly clearly. It pushes deeper and deeper until the tip is just below my belly button, I don’t even understand how that’s physically possible but I moan alongside the other butches at the sight.
The thrusts start shallow and slow but quickly pick up the pace until they’re fucking me fast and hard, whimpering just as much as I am. They clutch my hips to pull me down on their cock and I cling to their arms, my head lolling backward as waves of pleasure rip through my body.
“Now class, take turns placing a hand on her stomach. Feel how deep she’s taking it. You can even add a little pressure and watch how she reacts, it’ll help to stimulate her clitoral nerves from the inside.” Teacher explains, and the butches one by one place their hands on my lower abdomen. Sure enough, each time the pressure makes my nerves sing. I let out the most pathetic ah ah ah gasps as the pleasure increases each time. I’m getting so close to another orgasm, one I’ve been waiting for since the red-haired Butch brought me over the edge. I’m certain that the Butch fucking me and their thick strap will be able to get me there, I can feel that familiar sensation building.
I feel hot breath on my ear and Teacher whispers to me, “If you want to cum, call them a good boy. Tell them they’re fucking you so good and you want them to make you cum.”
I use the last of my strength to grab the Butch fucking me by the lapels and force them to meet my eyes. “G-good boy oh fuck, you’re doing so good for m-me baby please make me cum.” I stammer out stuttering with each thrust.
The look of pure lust on their face sends a shiver down my spine as they look to Teacher for approval. Teacher must have nodded because the Butch quickly slipped a hand between our bodies and started to rub circles over my clit. The contact after so long being neglected sends bolts of pleasure shooting through my body, and I writhe under their fingers.
“Oh f-fuck I’m gonna- ah!” I can’t even complete my sentence before I cum so hard my vision blacks out for a few seconds, finally understanding what people mean when they describe an orgasm as earth shattering. I float in a space of pleasure and stars for what feels like an eternity, aware of the huge cock still drilling into me but somehow also on an entirely different plane of existence. When I come back to earth I feel the Butch thrust so deep inside me that my whole body jolts, and they whimper and cry out as they cum inside me, one hand still rubbing me through my own orgasm as if by muscle memory.
Both of us panting, they pull out and I clench and twitch around nothing. The feeling of being empty now so foreign. The Butch lowers my legs down but they are quickly grabbed by a new pair of strong hands. I force my eyes open to see Teacher standing between my thighs, their eyes hungrily observing my ruined pussy.
“Finally class, it’s important to clean up your femme after you’re done using her. This helps to prevent infection or other discomfort. The most efficient way to do this is with your mouth, followed by a damp cloth. If you want more instruction on how to eat pussy effectively, please join us next week.” Teacher says, not looking away from my dripping core, and smoothly kneels before licking a long slow stroke between my legs.
I’m so overstimulated and fucked out that I nearly scream from the contact, immediately writhing from the shocks of pleasure-pain that zap through me. My hands find Teacher’s short tight curls and I just hold them, unable to decide if I want to push their mouth away or pull them deeper in. My head falls to the side and I watch as half the class passionately jerk themselves off, the other half sitting in chairs or leaning against tables and catching their breath from the orgasms they’ve had while fucking me or watching me get fucked.
Teacher sucks on my clit and I fall apart again, another orgasm washing over me with such intensity that I genuinely start to softly cry, the emotions and sensations too much to handle. Aftershocks shake my entire body at random intervals, my muscles so taxed they don’t know what to do. Teacher gently kisses their way up my body until they capture my mouth with theirs, tasting like my wetness and lube and sweat, gently pushing their tongue past my lips. I kiss them back with what little energy I have left, small moans leaving my throat. When they pull away they turn to the class.
“This has been our masterclass on strapon usage. If you enjoyed this class please join us again next week for our extended pussyeating seminar, or the following week for introduction to toys, bondage, and impact play. Thank you all for coming, pun intended.” The class chuckle and the room is filled with the sounds of flys zipping up, notebooks closing, and the butches murmuring amongst themselves and exchanging phone numbers.
I can barely keep my eyes open, an exhaustion that I didn’t know existed settling over me. Teacher stands between my legs and shakes hands with the students as they leave the classroom, their other hand on my face gently brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. The students thank me politely for a good time, telling me I’m a good girl and I did such a good job being used by everyone. I want to blush and smile under the praise but it’s all I can do to nod blearily in acknowledgement.
Once the last class member walks out the door, Sam pops up beside me. “I have a damp cloth here, I’m going to clean you up and then I’m going to rub some lotion into your skin okay? You did such a good job being used like a slut so we’re going to take care of you.”
I nod at her and manage a weak “thank you” before she gets to work, Teacher stepping out of the way and walking out of my line of sight. Sam works with gentle precision, careful not to be too rough with my overly sensitive pussy. I barely notice when I start to doze, drifting in and out of consciousness as she massages lotion all over my body, working into my exhausted muscles.
Eventually I feel a warm blanket settle over me, and I’m scooped up bridal style into arms that could only belong to Teacher. I rest my head against their firm shoulder and finally drift into a deep sleep, knowing undoubtedly that I was safe in the hands of this stud and their quick-fingered assistant.
The next morning I woke alone in my bed, and for a moment I convinced myself that the previous night must have been an elaborate sex dream. There’s no way that a shy femme like me would let herself be fucked by over a dozen butches in one night, let alone while letting them all watch?? As if.
That was, until I noticed the dull throbbing between my legs. And the finger sized bruises on my arms and legs and hips. And the hickeys leaving a glorious trail down my breasts and up to my neck. And the all encompassing ache that ripples through every muscle in my body.
No, it was real. Most definitely real and most definitely the most spectacular night of pleasure I had ever experienced in my life.
I glanced around for any sign that Teacher or Sam had been in my apartment. They must have used the key in my purse to get inside, did they also drive my car back here??
I finally notice the piece of paper laying on my bedside table, and with aching arms reach over to pick it up. It’s one of my flash cards that I had made just in case, and beneath it lay my car and house keys. In slanted printing the note only reads “Text yes if you want to join us for another class. Well done last night, XX”
I stare at the paper for a moment, contemplating what kind of life I would be living if I let myself be regularly group-fucked by butches, if I allowed Teacher to toy with my body as an example of the power that a butch could hold over a femme.
Ten minutes later I was rolled back over in bed, sleeping deeply with one text outgoing on my phone.
Yes 💕
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a-hazbin-reader ¡ 1 month
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I've seen you mention that alastor would make little deer bleats in a few fics, do you have anything for the reader hearing him bleat for the first time, like reader said something flirty that caught him off guard or while petting his ears, alastor would definitely be the time to be like "what ever are you talking about dear, you're hearing things" and try to change the subject out of embarrassment
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I LOVE IT
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
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TW: Suggestive, Explicit s e x towards the end
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Alastor makes deer noises, usually when he's pissed off or exerting some of his power
It's a very emotional and unintentional thing, something he normally can't help or hide
Usually, you can hear buck grunts, warning calls, though elk bugle sounds dominate most of the other noises he makes
You didn't even know he was capable of making softer sounds until you found out by accident
The two of you were alone, sharing a romantic moment with you in his lap and his hands caressing your body
You had pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath when his twitching ears suddenly got your attention
Not that Alastor minded, keeping his mouth busy with your neck and shoulder instead
As if you could ever pass up the opportunity to touch those fluffy ears...
You couldn't help but scratch and rub his furry ears, leaning into kiss one while giving it a playful nip
Only to be surprised by the soft bleat that escapes from Alastor and the way his entire body goes stiff out of embarrassment
"Alastor, did you just-"
"Would you look at the time?! I must go, darling! Things to do, people to see!"
Leaves you on the floor, on your back, and in shock
You try to bring it up to him later but that doesn't work-
"Alastor, about that sound you made..."
"Hm? Oh! I merely had to clear my throat! Not to worry, darling! It won't happen again."
"But I want it to."
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It becomes a game between you two, well...more of a game for you, Alastor has never been so nervous in his fucking life
You're on a mission to hear that adorable noise again by any means possible
He's eating breakfast?? You're leaning over him and kissing along his neck while pouring him tea
Which doesn't work, he just tilts his head and gives you a contented growl before continuing with his meal
He's taking a small break? Eyes closed and relaxed? You try going for his ears again, massaging them
That doesn't work either, instead he gives you a warm smile and pulls you down to lay with him
You try flirting with him, maybe you can say something sultry and catch him so off guard he makes that sound again?
Instead, you just get yourself into trouble because instead of something small and subtle you just drop a fucking bomb instead
You corner him and pin him to the wall, mustering up every bit of courage and control to push forward
"Do you believe dreams can come true? Because I dream of you cumming inside me."
WHAT THE FUCK Y/N WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT PICK UP LINE
Angel
Oh that makes sense
It doesn't work, instead Alastor gets a predatory look on his face and he's pulling you closer to him
"Luckily for you, my dear~ I happen to have a soft spot for dreamers such as yourself~"
Oh fuck
It actually does end up working in your favor, just not the way you thought it would
You don't even remember how you end up naked on your back, legs spread to accommodate Alastor between them
Both of you are close, having been at it for hours at this point, desperate ragged sounds coming from the two of you
Your nails are digging into his back, no doubt leaving nasty marks that he'll later tease you for
He has one clawed hand on your hip while the other grips and makes deep grooves into the headboard
You're nearly out of it, mind fizzy and hot with the feeling of being so full of Alastor's cock that you almost miss your chance
You know exactly how to get that sound out of him
Suddenly, your legs lock around him and you're tugging him down to you to give him a desperate steamy kiss
He's caught off guard and startled but eagerly reciprocates your actions, chasing a building orgasm between you both
He pulls away to growl and pant, head rolling back as his thrusts become sharp and erratic
You tug him back to you by his hair and suddenly give him a watery smile, barely able to hold on because you're so close
"A-Alastor...haa...I love you...~"
And that's what does it, his eyes widen in surprise as he suddenly releases inside you, letting out a pathetic sounding bleat
He's so mortified afterwards, burying his face in your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair. Both of you shuddering and trying to catch your breaths
"You...you are an evil evil person..."
You can't help but laugh and kiss his head, scratching around his antlers affectionately
"I love you too, Alastor~ Every part of you~"
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This one got away from me...it's probably not what you asked for but... I hope you like it!!
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okok hear me out idk if you would want to write something for this but it’s all i can think about since i got my nipples pierced,,
you work as a medic or something for the 141 and you look so pure and innocent and undamaged,, simon is completely taken a back by you. you all go out for drinks one day and you’re wearing a tight shirt, no bra and si has to do a double take when he sees you sitting at the table across from soap because are those nipple piercings ?? and you get up to buy another round and he sees a belly button piercing and at this point he can’t breathe because he never thought you’d have any piercings,, he looks back over to you at the bar, you’re sitting slightly bent over flirting with the bartender, and he see’s something on your lower back, right above the belt on your shorts…
a slutty little tramp stamp.
pls forgive me i am feral 😅☝🏻
omg yummy 🤭 how badly do nipple piercings hurt? asking for myself 👀
slutty little tramp stamp.
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quiet little thing, you are. stay to yourself, keep your head down. up for a laugh when the timing’s appropriate. but the reason price specifically requested that you join his task force, was thanks to your admirable reputation. you’re no-nonsense, deferential, attentive, and damn good at your job. you put his boys to shame at sparring practice every time.
but you’re also modest and reserved. you keep the lads in check, and always succeed in sedating a frantic soap mid-zoomie. and your captain isn’t the only person who appreciates your composure. simon riley, your lieutenant, is fond of you and your calm manner, also. it’s why he favours your company on two-man missions.
so when you slid into your usual spot beside his sergeant upon your arrival at the pub, it’s no wonder his eyes bugged from his head like golf balls. spaghetti straps hold a skimpy, open-backed vest to your frame, your cleavage plunging from the v-neck cut of it. you don’t notice his roaming eye, too engrossed in small talk with gaz.
and it whilst your lieutenant’s gaze dips beyond the spill of your supple breasts — which he’ll later claim started the staring contest — that he notices two beads poking through the thin cotton that conceals either pebble bud of your nipples — hardened against the chill.
no fuckin way, you’ve got your sodding nipps pierced.
“what?” your voice suddenly snaps his attention from your tits to your oblivious face, and for a second ensuing his discovery, he’d forgotten how innocent you are, despite his observation. you peer down to where he’d previously been rubber-necking, wiping a hand over your chest. “did i dribble over myself?” you pull the hem of your tank top from your braless chest, searching for crumbs or spilt beer.
now that you’ve drawn attention to it, the boys have spotted the nipple bars that peep at them through the flimsy material. price flushes a deep maroon and clears his gravelly throat, bowing his head. gaz does the same, looking aimlessly around at anywhere but you as a faint blush taints the tips of his ears. soap, on the other hand, lets out a breathless laugh of pleasant surprise, going as far as to elbow simon in the side.
you glare, reaching over the table to smack his arm. “that’s enough out of you.” you grumble, standing straight. it’s then that the pair clock the rose gold charm that dangles from your belly button, a blingy ring hanging from the short chain. the scotsman’s jaw drops, whilst the brown eyes of the latter widen even more. you roll your eyes at their schoolboy expressions, before turning to the more mature of the group with a sweet smile. “same again on me?”
they both nod, attempting to be as polite as possible about avoiding meeting your eyes. you think nothing of it, brushing your hand against simon as you saunter to the bar. once you’re out of earshot, soap takes the opportunity to make sure everyone else saw what he did. “bonny lass has ‘er fuckin’ tits pierced!” he whisper-yells, to which price immediately snaps at him to shut his stinkin’ cakehole.
“i like her belly piercing.” gaz chimes, finger tracing the watery ring of condensation that his pint glass left behind on the table’s sticky surface. “nice colour — very refined taste.” soap scoffs at the compliment, necking back the dregs of his lager. “tell ya’s somethin’, if it weren’t against cap’s entente, i’d be skirt-chasin’ that ta high heav—”
“not another word, mactavish.” simon silences him, twisting in his chair to glance back at you. you’ve propped your elbows atop the bar, chin in your palm as you flirt with the fella manning the taps. it’s thanks to the way you lean that your back subtly hunches, shorts clinging to your arse whilst the small of your back elongates beyond the waistband. the perfectly thumb-sized dimples that embed your skin aren’t the only things he finds himself sporting a semi over, but the black tatt that sits inked between them.
he can’t decipher the design from his seat, but a classic tramp stamp is what he’s so far identified it to be. said choice of tattoo is known for its erotic appeal, and suddenly your virtue appears to be nothing but a little act.
he’ll ask you about it later. maybe even ask for a closer look.
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Okay, okay this: https://twitter.com/_itsselene/status/1674342250934071296?t=z0-dDpfZTnWteHqfwEdvhg&s=19
But its Dom nerdy! Abby👀
18+ past this, minors DNI
yeah, this post? butterflies. just imagining this with abby in general, but then NERDY abby on top of that? well, yes!
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you’ve been bad. giving abby those fuck me eyes during your class that day, whispering all the shit you want her to do to you when you get back to your dorm, when no one’s looking, lifting your tank top up to expose your belly and part of your bra, just because you were “hot” during the day.
well, she wasn’t having any of that shit.
“hold still,” abby barked as she held you in place. you’re sitting on the couch in the living room of you and abby’s dorm, abby on her knees before you. your legs are spread out for her, her in the middle of them, face buried deep into your pussy.
you’re crying, abby having made you cum way too many times by now as punishment for your behavior. squirming, you manage broken whimpers, moaning, “p- please, abby, fuck. m’sorry. i know i was bad, fuck—just, please.”
“no,” abby said firmly as she pressed her lips to your folds once more, lapping at you shamelessly. “you want to act like a brat, m’gna fuck you like one.”
her glasses are fogged up as she fully reattaches her lips to your aching cunt, licking you in a way that should be criminal for how good it feels. you’re whining and whimpering above her, doing your best to squirm out of her grasp.
it doesn’t go well.
“stop crying,” she demands, her large hands gripping at your thighs so that you’ve got nowhere to go. she buries her face back into you, yanking you closer for her own access. and then, she pushes her tongue inside you, fingernails pressed into your thighs all the while.
you arch your back off the couch, and abby’s relentless. if you think she’s going to stop just because you’re moving away from her, you’re dead wrong. to her, it only emphasizes how much a brat you really are.
she’s lapping at your clit like she’ll lose oxygen if she doesn’t, her face red as her glasses become so foggy you can barely see her eyes. your whining and whimpering loudly, body aching.
and you can’t even tell if it’s for abby, or for abby to stop.
likely the former.
wherever your body moves, abby follows closely behind it, chasing you like you’ll get away if she doesn’t. it’s a skill, really, how easily her lips remain on your pussy even when you squirm to the point where she shouldn’t be able to manage it.
but that was abby for you.
“giving me those fucking eyes all day. you wanted me to do to this to you, begging me like the little slut you are,” she growls into your cunt, using one of her hands to push a finger inside of you rough as she speaks. you whine, and shake your head.
“f- fuck! please, m’sorry. i didn’t mean it!” you cry out, but you know it’s no use: feigning innocence you damn well don’t have is an act that abby has seen through time and time again.
it’s abby’s turn to shake her own head as she removes her finger from your cunt as quickly as she had put it in. then, she grabs your thighs once more, forcing her face back into your pussy. “don’t you fucking lie to me,” she says, letting your name fall off her lips at the end in the meanest way she could have said it.
you move your body from side to side, but abby follows you wherever you go, sucking, licking, and fucking your pussy as forcefully as she possibly can, lips and tongue working their magic. your naked body shakes as you gaze at her from above, one more orgasm bubbling up inside you.
your back is pressed into the couch as abby suddenly pulls her head back and away from your cunt. the fog in her glasses fades away as she uses one second, one second to breathe, her face arguably hotter than yours considering how red it is. and just when you think she’s done. . .
this time, she pushes her hands under your knees, and yanks you closer that way, your body sat on the edge of the couch as she buries her face into your pussy once more. the word for it is manhandling, and she doesn’t give a fuck that she’s doing it.
“f- fuck, abby!” it’s all you can do to not scream, burying your face in one of the pillows on the couch, doing your best to muffle every noise leaving your lips. abby kisses your cunt with an aggressive hunger that you know will fuel this session for at least an hour more.
“shut the fuck up,” she mumbles, lips too full of your pussy to get any coherent words out. “saw you rubbing your thighs during class,” she says to you sporadically, lips sucking your clit as she does.
“you’re just too fucking needy. want me so bad you can’t even wait to get back to the dorm. eager slut,” abby barks, using her hands to grab you by the ass this time, pulling you back to where she needs you to be for her own access.
“please, f- fuck! please, abby, m’so sorry, i am, fuck,” you can barely get your words out as she pushes her hands under your knees again, spreading your legs wide as she eats your pussy as aggressively as she can go.
“don’t care,” abby murmurs, tongue circling your clit as her glasses quickly fog up again. you can see evidence of your arousal on the rims of them, and it’s only then that you see how wet you really are. “i’m not gonna stop till you’ve learned your lesson.”
she pushes herself into you more, and you know there’s no escaping the hold she has on your legs. as much as you squirm and scream and cry, wriggling in response to her lips on your cunt, abby pulls you in just as much, not giving a care to how much you move away.
you feel your release approaching rapidly when abby’s aggression forces you to lay flat on the couch, making it way too easy for her this time. her eyes are closed as she focuses on fucking you with her tongue, hands pushing your legs apart, fingernails gripped under your knees.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, please,” you whine, nipples bouncing up and down as abby rams her lips into your pussy. your whimpers only encourage her to go faster, eager to get you off.
you let out a loud moan as you finally climax, your release spilling all over abby’s face, and glasses, for the millionth time that day. abby forces you to ride it out, tongue on your clit until you’ve fully finished.
abby pulls away from you wordlessly, and casually does what you’ve seen her do time and time again today: use her tank top to wipe your cum off her glasses, making one more note to clean them properly later on, just to add to the hundreds that she’s already made. and as soon as she’s done. . .
abby dives back down, and grabs both your thighs aggressively, forcing you to spread your legs wide again, which you had done your best to close as she was cleaning her glasses.
looks like that didn’t work.
“abby, c’mon, please,” you whimper out in the neediest voice you can manage. “i- i’ve learned my lesson already.”
“i already said what i said, didn’t i? m’not gonna quit until i fuck this bratty attitude right out of you. so give me a word,” abby commands.
you sigh. “green.”
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thanks for the clarification ♡
so here is the thought I had
hyunjin and reader being each other's crush but absolutely idiotic about it so they don't know the other's feelings
they have common friends that are sick of the tension between the two. one decides to tell hyunjin, the other suggests the reader to do something to make hyunjin jealous so she can find out if he likes her. (boring I know)
one time when everyone's around, she flirts with jisung or something idk and she gets too touchy so hyunjin is annoyed af. pulls her away to somewhere private and voila, they've confessed in the best way possible 😌🌸
Crush - smut w/Hyunjin. 18+ only mdni.
{Mina’s notes: Anon also wanted to throw ‘kitten’ in it (my fav pet name 👀) Also I really enjoyed writing this & love how much details you put on the request!! My box is open for feedback 💓}
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You don’t know how you got in this situation but here you are; staring at your friend who is currently playing basketball, topless. Well, you’re more like drooling over him.
He just looked so good, so hot. His tall, lean, milky body just running around on the court covered in a thin layer of sweat. Normally you hate the thought of sweat, but it works for him. It works well for Hwang Hyunjin, actually. He even looks like he smells nice too. You watch as he laughs at the other players, hogging the ball like the main character in some high school drama. Your eyes waver from his pretty smile to his muscular arms to his piercing, which is sitting so perfectly under his eyebrow, then to his burgundy hair.
You pay attention the beads of sweat that trickles from his hair to his chest, dripping down his body. You gulped when you see them land on the area just underneath his belly button. You completely loss your sanity as your eyes covered that area. His treasure trail? Happy trail? Whatever people called it. Why was it so sexy on Hyunjin?
You quickly look away before anyone catches you; you shouldn’t be looking at him like that. Hyunjin is your friend.
When you meet him two years ago in your first year of college, he was just some guy in class you become friends with. He is good looking, but you didn’t find him attractive. There was no chemistry, no tension, no feelings. You don’t know how it started but you find yourself thinking about him every other hour of the day now. You would freeze when someone else mentions his name, blush when he was in close proximity of you and even stutter when he speaks to you.
“Hey.. Hey Y/N,” a voice snapping you out of your thoughts, followed by a nudge on your shoulder.
“Hm?” You answered, unaware of who was even calling out to you. You turn your head and there he was, your crush Hwang Hyunjin crouching down next to you, smiling at your blank reaction. You’re used to him towering over you since he was way taller than you but to have him crouched down like this looking at you makes you feel a bit.. timid.
“I’m going to borrow this,” he says dangling your fresh hand towel in-front of you. Oh yeah, the hand towel you carry around in your bag just in case your physical education professor makes you participate in class. The one you won’t let anyone use or even touch.
When they say having a crush makes you do crazy stuff, they do mean it. You were quick to lean him it.
“Huh.. uhh yeah, sure,” you answered, eyes travelling from your towel to his face again.
When you realised you’ve been staring at him longer than you should have, you cough and drop eye contact, making Hyunjin gulped a little bit too loud. “I don’t need it anyways you can keep—”
“—I’ll return it,” he says with a smile. “I’ll wash it first of-course.” You nod your head quietly as you gather up your belongings, getting ready to go to your next class.
“Come on Hyunjin, we are going to be late for class!” Chan, the oldest out of the friend group, calls out to him.
“So.. I’ll see you at lunch then?” Hyunjin says after noticing your quietness.
“Yeah, I’ll see you at lunch,” you mumbled, shooting him a quick glance.
“Bye bro,” Hyunjin says to Minho, giving him a handshake before collecting his bag and going off with Chan.
Minho chuckles at the scene that just unfolded in-front of him; two of his best friends obviously crushing on one another but no one is making a move. Well, it’s not really you and Hyunjin’s fault since you guys don’t know about the other person’s feelings.
“You know he likes you right?” Minho blurted out and you turn your head to his direction.
“Who?” You answered nervously. Did Minho just witness everything?
“Hyunjin,” Minho replies with raised eyebrows, his smug a little bit too cocky for your liking today. You rolled your eyes at him but underneath your skin, you are hot, flustered, embarrassed.
“No way!” you denied. Hyunjin could never like you, he only saw you as a friend.
“He does—”
You scoffed a little bit too fast.
“Do you not see the way he looks at you Y/N?” You can’t tell if Minho was being serious or not.
Minho does have a history of being a joker which makes you think he’s just pranking you. But he also is a very honest friend, he would never joke around with stuff that could potentially hurt you.
“Uhhhh—” you hesitantly reply.
Minho takes in a loud breath, “—I don’t know if you’re genuinely dense or you just don’t want to admit it.”
“He doesn’t like me,” you answered.
“He does,” Minho turns his head behind to look at Hyunjin and you followed. You watch as the two made their way across the field, Chan wrapping his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulder trying to snatch your towel away from him.
“Oh, you don’t want to give it to me because that’s your girl’s towel?” Chan laughs, basically choking Hyunjin at this point.
“She’s.. she’s not.. my girl..” Hyunjin softly replies in a cough, not sure if he was actually being choked by Chan’s big arms or by choking up at you being called his girl.
“She’s not your girl.. yet?” The older boy teased.
“What do you mean?” Hyunjin questioned, hoping Chan didn’t see through him.
Chan looked back at you and Minho who was still sitting by the basketball court. You swiftly turn back to Minho, hoping Chan didn’t catch you starring at Hyunjin.
“Trust me,” Minho said with his smug face, raising his brow to the older boy across the field. “You know how to tell if he likes you?”
You stay quiet. You were curious but didn’t want to seem like it, so you just raised your eyebrow. Tell me, tell me Lee Minho!
“Make him jealous,” Minho says lifting his chin to Jisung who was currently surrounded by a group of girls shoving their gym towel into his face.
You know what Minho was referring to; that’s how Felix ended up with Nayeon. Minho suggested to Nayeon to make Felix jealous by sitting next to Jisung at some dinner since he was such a girl magnet. Next thing you know she was pulled away from the table by Felix and they have been together ever since.
You scoffed. It sure worked for them, but you weren’t going to use Jisung like that; he was your friend.
“I’m not going to use Han-Ji like that,” you replied.
“Okay look..” he blinks a little too hard at you. “Just use Han-Ji.. He is also as tired as we all are of you and Hyunjin’s….” He pauses. “..tension..”
“Who is we?” You asked confused.
Who else has been noticing your little crush on Hyunjin? Is what you really wanted to ask your best friend, but you don’t.
“..And there’s no tension between me and Hyunjin.. I don’t know what you talking about,” deny deny deny.
“Everyone in the friend group can feel the tension, you idiot,” the nickname causing you to pout. “Felix, Bin, Min, Lia—”
“—Hyunjin doesn’t like me.”
“Bet?” He was too quick with this. “I’ll let you have bragging rights if he doesn’t like you. But I get the bragging rights if he does,” he suggested.
“Huh, what?” Both of them sound bad to you. Why would you be happy with bragging rights if Hyunjin doesn’t like you back? It would sting you! And if by chance Hyunjin likes you back, you would hate to deal with Minho’s telling the whole campus he was cupid. What the hell was Minho on?
“What?” He laughed after noticing your face, full of displeasure. “I mean, the worst that could happen is he doesn’t like you back.. But then that means you get bragging rights?” Minho laughs tilting his head to the side. He can read you well.
“Dude you’re insufferable!” You rolled your eyes. He was still looking at you with his smirk.. Oh wait. “What do you mean like me back? I don’t like him,” you denied, it but wasn’t fast enough, he had caught you.
“Sure.. I know everything. Come on, trust me. I’m your best friend,” Minho nudges your shoulders. “Remember the party this weekend? How you rather sit at home and do nothing. Well maybe you should just come. We haven’t seen you out in a while.. Come, and be prettier than this..” he says looking down at your gym wear. You were in baggy sweat shorts and an even baggier t-shirt. “And I’ll help you get with him-”
“—Hey!” you shove his shoulder back. “What’s wrong with me now?!” You look down at your attire. It was gym class anyways of course you would be in this, even if you don’t participate.
“What? Nothing,” he answers playfully. “Come on, we going to be late to our next class!” Minho gets up before opening up his hand to help you up.  “Han-ji, we’re late!”
It was lunch time and you and Han-Ji ditched Minho to go down to the college’s local bakery to get some lunch.
“You’re totally not coming to the party?” Minho asked Hyunjin who was sat at the lunch table, eating his huge burrito. Seungmin, Felix and Chan were also there chiming into the conversation.
“Who’s going?” Hyunjin asked, a mouth full.
“Just the usual.. us. So, Chris, Bin, Jeongin, Yeji.. and then half of the third years are invited,” Hyunjin doesn’t look too interested. Don’t get the wrong idea, he loves his friends and parties, but he had also seen them every single day on campus, so he had no fear of missing out.
“…oh and Y/N says she’s going to come too,” Minho blurted, playing full attention to his friends reaction.
Hyunjin’s ears perks up at your name, his cheeks suddenly growing pink as he looks back at Minho.
“Actually.. I’ll come. Haven’t been had fun in a while,” Hyunjin drops the eye contact when he notices Minho’s sneer. “You want me to bring anything?” Hyunjin continues a little twitchy, playing with his food.
Minho just laughs. This was getting too exciting for him. “Bring your courage!” The rest of the boys laughed.
“What?” Hyunjin asked, narrowing his eyes at the crowd.
“You like Y/N, don’t you?” Seungmin exclaimed catching Hyunjin by surprised.
“Umm...” Hyunjin freezes. He doesn’t know how to answer. Of course, he likes you, but he didn’t want to admit knowing the boys were definitely going to tease him even more for it. But he didn’t want to say no just in case they spin it around to say he doesn’t like you at all as a friend.  
“Don’t worry bro, she likes you too,” Minho break the silence. Hyunjin’s heart stop at his best friend’s words. He didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t that.
“Really? She likes me back?” Hyunjin replies promptly, a sheer smile pulling on his face. He was definitely blushing.  
“Back.. So you do like her?” Chan torments Hyunjin again and Hyunjin’s smile slowly faded form his face. They had caught him too.   
“Hey Y/N!” Felix calls out and the rest of the boys look over Hyunjin’s shoulder. He wanted to spin back to check but he didn’t want the boys to play more into his eagerness, so he just freezes looking straight at them.
“Hi Lix!” Your voice calls from behind him.
“Come here! Hurry!” Felix continues to make conversation with you.
“Bro just ask her out already, we’re all tired of the tension,” Chan quickly expresses.
“What tension?” Hyunjin was desperate to see what they had to say before you got to the table.
“Sexual tension,” Seungmin whispers and everyone goes silence, pressing their lips trying to hold back their smile.
“There’s no tension between me and—”
“—Okay you say there’s so tension? I guess Han-Ji can make his move then,” Minho interrupted, surprising Hyunjin again.
“Does Han-Ji likes Y/N—"
“—Shh she’s behind you,” Chan shushes the younger boy up before he could finish his sentence.
“Hey..” Hyunjin says timidly before you could even sit down.
“Hey..” you replied back, climbing over the bench so you can sit next to him. The whole group watches as Hyunjin blushed at your proximity. “Sit here,” you pat the area on the other side of you for Jisung to sit.
“Coffee and pastries for lunch? That place is like a 10 minute walk,” Chan askes from across the table.
“It’s okay, Han-ji keeps me company,” you say as you nudge Jisung a little bit and you both open up your pastry bag.
Hyunjin glances at you from aside, he stays quiet.
Hyunjin doesn’t know how to feel. He didn’t expect his boys to catch on about his feelings for you and he didn’t expect Minho to blurt out that you like him back. Hyunjin is also confused after seeing how close Han-Ji is to you too, he never really questions your close relationship until now. Does Han-Ji actually like you? Thoughts flood his brain as he continues to eat his burrito.  
You rushed home from your last Friday class to get ready for the party. You threw on one of your mini sun dress, pairing it up with some sandals and a cross body bag before collecting your black cardigan and rushing out to Yeji who was ready in the living room waiting to do some pre-party shots with you.
You and Yeji tipsy-ly made it to the loudest house on the street. Lee Minho’s residency. It was only 8pm and it was already crowded. She held your hand and clumsy pulls you through dim-lit hallways packed with people before reaching the living room. There they were, all of your friends in the living room with a drink in their hand, conversing with one another.  
“There they are!” Seungmin yells as he sees you and his girlfriend. He quickly makes his way to rip Yeji off you, pulling her into the kitchen to get a drink.
“Wow, my best friend finally came to one of my parties!” Minho appears out of no where handing you a beer.
“I was here two months ago Min..” You playfully rolled your eyes. “When you and Nayeon vomited everywhere and me and Felix had to bathe you guys.. naked,” you refreshed his memory.
“I remember.. Crazy night..” Minho laughs. He stops to look you up and down before grabbing your shoulders. “Very pretty Y/N. You planning to make someone jealous?” He complimented before getting back to his little mischiefs.
“Maybe,” you answered looking around the room. You hadn’t seen Hyunjin yet and Minho notices.
“Your boy is hella tipsy by the way, he keeps telling me he’s nervous but won’t tell me why,” Minho informs you.
“He’s not my boy.”
“Sure.. okay, anyways so not your boy is currently staring at you from behind,” Minho also announced as he stares at Hyunjin from over your shoulder.
Hyunjin’s heart stops at your presence. He has always found you pretty but tonight, he found you extremely gorgeous. Maybe because tonight was the night, he was going to let you know about his feelings. He takes another sip of his drink, pondering how he’s going to pull you away. He wanted to find the perfect timing, he didn’t want to do it too early just in case you reject him, and he has to go home early.
He watches you as you make your way to Jisung who was currently sat on the tiniest fucking armchair he had ever seen.
“Han-Ji!” You were going to follow Minho’s instructions; you either leave tonight with Hyunjin or rejected by Hyunjin but with bragging rights.
“Hey Y/N, you look like you had a couple of drinks already,” Jisung says as he touches his owns cheeks to indicate where your pink complexion was. You nodded bashfully to your friend before getting up on the arm of the chair to sit.
“It’s wet there, I just spilled my drink there. Come here,” Jisung stops you before you could sit. He pulled your arm so you can squeeze next to him on the tiny fucking armchair. You hope Hyunjin was watching.
“You okay?” Jisung asks cupping your face to lean your head against his shoulder - he knows how tired you get when you drink.
“Mhmm,” you closed your eyes as you continue to converse with your friend.
Hyunjin was still watching everything from the other side of the room. His hand was wrapped around his drink tightly, expressing his annoyance at the skin-ship and at himself for not pulling you away the second you got here, like he wasn’t waiting all night just for you to arrive. He starts to feel a little jealous now that your attention is on Han-Ji. And maybe Minho was right, and Han-Ji does have feelings for you.
He had to do it. He had to pull you away and ask why you hadn’t noticed his feelings for you all this time. He feels himself grow hot, he was feeling tense.
Hyunjin takes in a deep breath before downing the drink, squeezing his cup on the process. The plastic from the red cup causes disturbance making the boys turn their head at their friend.
“You good, pretty boy?” Changbin asks noticing the change in Hyunjin’s demeanour, taking the red cup out of his hand.
“Yeah, just need some air,” Hyunjin says running a hand through his fluffy red hair as he makes his way to you.
“Can we talk?” Someone askes from above you and you instantly open your eyes, locking eyes with them.
You feel your heart skip a beat as you finally see him. He had on some baggy jeans with a black t-shirt, one sleeved rolled up complementing his muscular arm. God, he looked so hot; you feel yourself drooling over him again.
“Okay.” You answered softly.
“Come,” he says, grabbing a hold of your hand making you get up from the chair. You heart start to flutter at his brace. Was it happening now? Is Hyunjin jealous?
He guides you through the crowd of people in the living room before dragging you up the stairs and towards Minho’s bedroom. He lets you enter first before locking the door behind him.
Your eyes wonder around Minho’s bedroom - his room was dark, quite clean, quite quiet for such a loud guy. You scoff to yourself quietly at the contrast. As you spin around the room, Hyunjin watches you and smiles at your cuteness before getting back to his senses of why he pulled you here in the first place.
“Are you drunk?” He asked suddenly.
“Hmm? Not quite yet,” you answered, making your way into Minho’s ensuite. “Why?” You asked so he can follow you, just testing the waters.
You placed your bag on the counter before digging through it trying to find your lipstick.
“What are you doing then?” Hyunjin asked towering behind you looking at you through the mirror.
“What do you mean?” You glance up at him to ask before going through your bag again, acting like you had no idea what was going on, even though your heart was beating just as fast as his.
“What were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?” Yep, he saw everything.
“I wasn’t on him?” You lied.
“Y/N.” He was getting a little be frustrated at your replies, you were obviously up to something.
“Why does it matter to you anyways—”
“—It’s making me jealous.” Hyunjin interrupted you making you glance up at him again. Minho’s plan was working. Minho was right.
You spin around to face him and finally, you can feel the tension everyone was talking about. He likes you. You feel your heart beating rapidly as he stares into your eyes. Your breathing becomes heavier as he takes another step towards you. You try to keep eye contact just to see if he drops it first, but he doesn’t. Your eyes drop first, to his lips then up to his eyes then back to his lips. They looked so full, so soft. Wouldn’t be crazy if you guys just kissed?
“Hyunjin?” You say above a whisper, lips forming into a pout right after. Hyunjin found you so precious looking up at him like this.
His resting face rapidly turns into a smirks now as he watches your eyes flicker to his lips. He knew what you wanted; he knows how you feel now. “Hmm?” He questioned, just to tease you a little bit.
“Can you just kiss me already?” You say, not begging but with a hint of desperation. You like him and you just confirmed he likes you, what were you guys waiting for?
He chuckles before his hand comes up to your face, cupping it for a second then he leans and kisses you. His lips felt so soft, so warm just like how you imagined them felt. You couldn’t explain the feeling, it was like you were in dream, it’s incredible.
Soon Hyunjin deepens the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth as one of his hand keeps your face in place, the other snaked down your body to your waist. Your tongue swiped against his lips, and you tasted a bit of lemonade and tequila. If this was a way to drink tequila, then you were all for it.
“Up,” he pulls away to say and you listen jumping onto the counter with the help of his grip. You spread your legs so he can stand in between them. He looks at you in awe, he couldn’t control his smile.
“You didn’t answer me..” he says as his hands find their way under your dress just resting on your thighs.
“Hm?” You whimpered, wanting his lips back on yours.
“What were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?” Hyunjin asked again, a little lower, a little more raspier now that he’s more confident to dominate you.
“To make you jealous,” you whisper back to him, admitting to all your little shenanigans.
“Why?” He couldn’t hold back his smile.
“To see if you like me back.” You say, and his ears perked up at your words.
“You got your answer?”
“Mhmm..” you admit.
“Good.”
“But.. want to hear you say it,” you reply cheekily, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders to pull him close to you so your lips are barely touching.
He lets out an airy breath before pressing a kiss to your lips, letting it linger on for a little bit just to make your heart flutter once more for him. “I like you,” he says, and you try to conceal the smile pulling up on your face. “Happy?”
“Yes.”
“Where were we?” Hyunjin says and you pull him back onto you.
Maybe it was the pent up sexual tension you both had been holding in as, as soon as your lips were connected again, it became again heated. His hands are fondling with your thighs, and his tongue is slipped back down your mouth. You feel a hot sensation making its way to your core, a moan slipping from your lips. He smirked in between the kisses, his hands inching up higher now hiking you dress up.
Hyunjin continues his kisses down your neck, and you tilt your head back, letting him cover more area with his lips.
As he harshly sucks on your neck, your hands start to explore his body, caressing up and down his chest, down his covered stomach. You slowly creep them lower to his hard on that was pressing against the counter, begging to be touch. He lets out a groan at the contact.
“Hyunjin?” you whimpered at how stiff he was. You both wanted more but not on this cold bathroom counter. “Are we actually doing this here?” You ask.
“Where else would you do it?” Hyunjin looks down at you his a raised eyebrow, his hands stopping at your hips.
You look around before cheekily suggesting, “Minho’s bed,” and he cracks up.
“Come,” he takes a step back to hold your hand as you jump off the counter.
Hyunjin pulls you back onto him as he sat back on Minho’s bed - it was comfier than he expected, it was actually quite comfy to fuck on actually.
“You’re such a good kisser, it making me so horny,” He says, gripping your thighs so you’re straddling him. You feel his hard-on abusing your core and you become like jelly, draping yourself onto him. God, it was also making you so horny.
Are you both really gonna fuck in your best friend’s bed? Probably.
“Hyunjin?” You start to suck on his neck, returning the marks he gave you. “Wanna blow you… can I?” You asked, rolling your hips onto his.
He sucks in a sharp breath at the pleasure, halting your hips. “Fuck— kitten..” The pet name slipping from his lips, making you stop whatever you were doing to look him in the eyes. Did he just call you kitten? And did you like it?
“Yeah? Wanna be a good kitten? And suck me off right here in your best-friend room?” He teased after seeing your eyes lit up at the name.
“Yes.. wanna be a good kitten,” you replied, lifting his shirt to slowly to expose his abs, your hand lazily runs across his milky body.
You shuffled back, kneeling down by the bed before peeking at his happy trail. You finally got to see it up close, and you didn’t waste anytime before attaching your lips to it. Hyunjin’s hand flung to hold onto your hair and he lets out a groan as you suck the skin around his navel.
“You’re just like a kitten, nipping into me like that,” he moans.
“You love it,” you teased him.
“Yeah I do..” he confesses breathlessly. “Couldn’t stop thinking back to gym class yesterday.. how you eyed it all lesson..” Oh, so he caught you staring but didn’t say anything?
“Was it driving you insane?” He torments and you murmured nodding your head.
“God, kitten… need your mouth now, I’m might cum untouched,” he begs and you chuckle, blowing hot air from your mouth at his skin causing him to flinch.
You give him what he wants. You undo his jeans, shimmering it down his thighs before palming him through his boxer.
“Y/N, please..” he begs again, closing his eyes to hold in his release.
“You’re so big,” you say the second you pull down his boxer letting his red rock solid dick slap across his stomach. You didn’t expect him to be him to be this big, this thick. You gulp at it before wrapping your hands around him. “Wanna taste..” you blabbered as you brought his tip to your lips.
Hyunjin’s head kick back as you wrap your lips around his head. His hands gripped your hair tightly as he starts to set the pace, and you let him. He pushes you down taking half his length into your mouth before guiding you back up. You moan as he slides down your mouth, unable to control the pleasure you were having from just giving him head. Once you go match his pace, Hyunjin lets go of his grip and runs his through your hair, endlessly praising you as he tries to keeps himself together.
“You’re so good—” he sucks in another breath.
You take him fully into your mouth and gagged once he hits the back of your throat. “Ahh, cuming- cuming—” he lets out a low grunt as he paints your throat white. You swallow the warm thick liquid before letting go of him with a pop.
“Kitten, you’re so perfect. Such a good mouth,” he says finding your arm and pulling up to sit on his lap.
“Can I return the favour?” His hand wrapped around your hips, his finger carefully gathering the fabric of your skirt so he can expose your panties.
“I don’t know if I can keep quiet Hyunjin,” you admitted. You can still hear the loud music outside, even if it was muffled by the walls but a part of you’re still afraid someone might hear you. You couldn’t even keep it in while making out, nor sucking him off, you don’t know how you’ll be if you guys actually have sex.
“But I can’t leave you high like this,” Hyunjin replies, his two fingers just touching the fabric of your panties that was getting soaked by your wetness. You kick your head back at the pleasures “I just know you’re wet from sucking me off.. Let me, let me just eat you out..” he begged, his eyes turned dark full of lust.
“Please,” you gave in, out of breath.
Hyunjin plants a kiss to your neck before laying you down on the bed.
“Fuck, you are soaked,” Hyunjin says the second he lifts up your dress and sees the huge wet patch on your underwear. He kneels down and peels it off, watching a thin line of your wetness pulls off with it. Hyunjin spreads your legs wider and his eyes rolls to the back of his head as exposes you. You were wet, glistening, it was so hot to him.
You let out a moan as the cold from Minho’s room brushed against your core. “Please, need your mouth,” it was your turn to beg.
Hyunjin complies and attached his lips to your pussy. “Ahh! Mhmm.. More..” you weren’t kidding when you said you don’t know if you can keep quiet.
Hyunjin buries his face deeper as he contents to lick all over you, his nose rubbing against your clit. He was basically pussy drunk at his stage, gripping and pulling your hip closer to his faces. Your head falls back as you feel the pleasure building up in your core, your thighs volunteering closing around his head to add more pressure.
“I’m going cum, please.. Hyunjin— gonna cum..” you whine as he harshly sucks on your clit now, it was basically the cheat code in making you cum and he was able to get it the first time.
You moaned as you feel a glush of wetness explode from your core, you had cum. Hyunjin can tell you’re orgasming but he didn’t want to stop, you were too addicting.
You had to rip him off of you before you were overstimulated. “Hyunjin, too much,” you whined and he finally lifts his head.
“You taste too good kitten, sorry couldn’t stop,” he says and he wipes your wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it.
“Come here,” he jumps on the bed, pulling you into his arms. He runs his finger through your hair as you recover. You both stare at each other for a while before falling into a fit of giggles. How crazy is it that you were each other’s crush and not realising it.
“Should we go back out?” He asked smoothing down your hair.
“I have to touch up my lipstick first,” you say, pecking his nose.
“Let me help you,” he pulls you up from the bed before back hugging you to the bathroom where your bag was.
“Back to mine tonight, okay?” He reminded you softly as he wipes your lipstick in your lips - a hint of innocence radiating from him like he didn’t just lap up all your juices like a greedy animal.
“Of course, I have no where else I rather be tonight,” you answered, grinning from ear to ear at your pretty boy.
“Can’t believe it took you to squeeze into that tiny chair with Han-Ji for me to tell you,” Hyunjin beats himself up.
“It’s okay Hyunjin, I reckon the timing was perfect,” you reassured.
The house was packed now than before, it took you and Hyunjin a while to squeeze through all the people. Minho watch as you both hold hands, happily, making your way down the stairs, his smug pulling back on his face.
“Who got the bragging rights?” Minho asks cheekily as you both walk past him.
“You.” You answered rolling your eyes and Hyunjin laughs.
“You also got a messy bed too, bro,” Hyunjin taps Minho by the shoulders before following you.
Minho was left mouth agape as he stares up at the stairs. “Did they just…”
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Hello Yoru!!<3 I wanted to ask you about your opinion about which Genshin men could eat the reader out the best 👀
~ dresvi.🚀 (Too shy to ask this off anon kdbdskkana)
including. neuvillette, alhaitham
cw. oral (fem! receiving), fem! reader
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— ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱
neuvillette was far too close to make this easy for you, reaching right in between your folds so he could nudge and play with the sensitive bolts of your pussy, leaning in to lick roughly at a searing spot that made you wince out in ecstasy, trembling underneath him.
your breathes and moans are much heavier than before, signalizing to neuvillette that he's doing everything right, however, the man believes that he had to do more, add something, before leaving a glimmering tumble of spit on your pussy as he spits on your cunt, a shimmering thread connecting you both from his lips to your folds.
you were moving together like water, your bodies complimenting each other as he gasps and grunts when trapping a bundle of flesh in between his lips before hollowing his cheeks, driving his whole body into making you cum as hard as possible and somehow managing to get better each time, his fingers clutching around your thighs at once so you'd never close them for him.
the friction of his wet muscle was near unbearable but then neuvillette flicks his tongue and digs it past your folds, your hands instantly taking a hold of his hair and messily grinding your cunt all over his lower face.
fuck, oh fuck, you moan and lose control of your body, twitch underneath his bigger one— too far gone to worry about any pathetic sounds keening from the back of your throat.
like a rasping, bottomless gasp, he answers your anticipation to do it again, neuvillette wants to feel you become so addictive to him until you simply cannot go a day without him closed off in between your legs, like neuvillette was damn near dying as he lays into you harder— tongue stroking faster, attacking your gaping hole again and again and again with his mouth, hoping that your smooth skin burned because it feels so good as you spasm against his face with a rough cry of his name, your hand clutching at his hair hard enough to damage the strands.
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— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱
by alhaitham's sixth movement, you notice how cold and ruthless it feels whenever he gets down on you, how rough and almost detached he shoves his head in between your thighs and how unmerciful— cruel, in order to have you experience something no one else was able to inflict on you.
it's like he knew your body better than you did, and was aware what spots he had to target to make you cum on his face.
and oh, quite certainly did he know that you're a total mess by now, his hands sweeping across your chest as they're preoccupied by your tits being sensitive underneath his palms.
you moan his name when he flicks his tongue over the hidden pearl and suckles on the flesh as his precise licks shoot a vibration buzzing on your cunt, the faintest trace of his wet muscle touching the edge of your body until you're like putty because of him.
now, you shove yourself up with one arm in order to get a better view on the mess happening in between your legs— tugging on his disheveled hair to roughly press him in your cunt, your ministration strong enough to make the scribe shamelessly groan into your pussy, the underlying burn of your fingers scratching at his scalp making him moan once more.
alhaitham's way of pleasuring you was so indifferent that you're wondering if he's the same boyfriend who'd read to you if you're having trouble sleeping or engages in deep talks in order to understand you better. alas currently, alhaitham has no need for this, because with his fat and heavy cock leaking through the fabric of his pants, he aches to be inside of you.
his hips stuttering into the mattress as he craves for more, more of your scent and more of your arousal slicking up his cheeks and chin— he looks beyond ruined and dirty, capturing your taunting pussy in a filthy-wet kiss as you arch your body off the bed and ride his face, bucking hard beneath two hands keeping you still, inviting anything and everything he did to you with an excited smirk on your mouth.
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Not Just A Pillow Princess - LN
Request: hi! if your reqs are open (if not just ignore this!), could i request this with lando please? 👀 love your works !!!!!! (also if i could stay anon, that would be really cool) thanks!!!
Love this inspo, and idk if you guys are just like me or whether you get the right vibes. But this is...very much me so again, you guys are delivering on requests for fics I love writing for. I do think this is a little short but I think it covers the request (I hope).
Also tell me I'm wrong but we're all obsessed with this picture yeah?
Themes: Smut
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Y/n and Lando approach their Christmas time offer very differently. She turns into a hermit, only leaving when to see family who would otherwise start hounding her about not having visited.
Lando, on the other hand, keeps up social appearances with friends, family and just enjoying his time off. But he appreciates that y/n working a 9 to 5 and having prolonged time off, so she wants to spend it resting a recouping. Plus she doesn't completely hide away, if he asks if she will come with him to somewhere, then she'll jump at the opportunity to spend time with him.
Today he went to a football game with none other than Romeo Beckham. Y/n doesn't exactly have much interest in football so Lando didn't bug her into joining him.
However, when he comes home to find y/n pulling some banana bread out the oven, something she said she might do if she wasn't feeling like rotting in bed.
"Hello, beautiful." Lando greets as she turns around, hearing him enter.
"Hey, how was the game?" Y/n asks feeling his lips pressing to her neck.
"You don't care about the game." Lando chuckles making her smile a little since they both know he's right. "I've missed you."
"You missed me." She echoes knowing what that means, but a conversation she was having with one of her friends sparks up.
Her friend had been talking about how she managed to get injured during sex while riding the guy in his car. She's hit her head and actually got a concussion. A "sex sent me to the ER" moment where she managed to split her head open. When y/n made a comment about never having had such an experience, her friend immediately shot back with
"Baby...I'm not a pillow princess, am I?" Y/n asks turning around and making him look at her nearly wide eyes. "What? I'm not a pillow princess."
Lando is definitely deciding whether the risk of telling her that she is indeed a pillow princess is worth the possible sex strike. He actually loves that she is a pillow princess, he's a bit of a control freak so her being on top doesn't bring him the type of pleasure other guys might enjoy.
"You are a pillow princess." Lando confirms in a bold moment of confidence that it won't backfire.
"I am not a pillow princess!" Y/n gasps looking genuinely offended. "I...I am not."
Lando can't help but laugh a little since she is definitely in a bit of denial.
"How about we put that to the test?" Lando offers making her swallow thickly before she looks at him for a moment. This is definitely pushing his luck.
"Fine...but only because you look so good in that stupid suit."
Win.
Y/n takes his hand pulling him to the bedroom, yanking off his jacket which will get in the way later before pushing him down on the bed with his back pressing against the headboard, her doing it in a way that maybe does turn him on a little more than just the idea of getting to have sex.
She gets his half buttoned shirt completely undone, kissing down his body while he groans feeling her hands work at the button and fly of his trousers.
Lando is loving the attention along with the prep blow job but it still doesn't feel right. This whole thing is feeling unusual to what he's used to.
"Baby, as good as this feels you're going to have to move if you want to ride on top." Lando states almost desperate for her to be on top of him. Even if he's going to be fighting the urge to flip them over and take back every ounce of control.
She does climb up on top of him and smiles when he feels her slide down on him, he has to move his hands to her hips so he can somewhat control the pace and speed. He also wants to ease what is definitely going to tire her out quickly, and he knows that for a fact.
"See would a pillow princess be doing this?" Y/n questions already sounding breathless and if Lando wasn't feeling so amazing then he might smirk and comment back but he's letting her have her moment of superiority.
Admittedly y/n manages longer than Lando expected, but it's about 6 minutes later that she stops, shaking her head suddenly before she nearly body slams him with her upper body flopping forward.
"Jesus, Y/n." Lando laughs, jumping slightly before he gives her some time to just recover. "Are you ok?"
"I don't have the stamina for that shit."
"Are you admitting defeat?"
The silence is all the answer he needs but he doesn't move from his spot. Her face is nuzzled into his neck and she lets out a whine which he is assuming her choice of answer to his question.
"Can I get on top?"
There's a mumbled whine of a yes making him smile before he shifts slightly so he can roll them over. Her dropping down under his body once he's rolled them over, the new position letting him see her face. She's pouting.
"You know I prefer you under me right?" Lando states pulling out of her purely so he can really get out these clothes. "Let's me being in control."
He's sure she mumbles an "of course" under her breath before he's back on top of her, pushing her legs up to fold them with his hands holding her thighs to keep her in this position.
"Comfortable?" He asks purposely dragging out before he's back inside her, which he is growing impatient for but it'll pay off when she...
"Lando...stop making me wait. Please..."
Perfect.
Thrusting back inside of her, she tightens around him thanks to the more familiar angle that Lando is more than happy to make use of it to the point of her trembling, when one hand moves to cup her boob while he latches his mouth onto her nipple. Her back arches at the addition stimulation and she's pulsing around him nearly pulling him further in.
He groans before cumming himself, just holding himself off of her. Then only dropping on her so he can roll her back on top. Hugging her tightly to himself.
"So you'll be sticking it out as a pillow princess?" Lando asks making her groan.
"Yes...but if you tell anyone else I'll never forgive you." Y/n pouts as she looks up at him only to be kissed. "We both need to shower."
"That's true. And you can tell me all about your day while we do." Lando smiles while she sighs and hums nodding at him.
"I need just a bit more recovery time though."
"That's fine. I like your cuddles, especially since you're a pillow princess. You were made for keeping in bed for as long as humanly possible."
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Baby
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: Bucky sees how you are around kids. 👀👀
Content Warning: NSFW; sexy themes; marking/biting/hickeys; mentions of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); mentions of masturbation; breeding kink; established relationship; fantasies; language; bad ending!!; whatever else I failed to mention.
Word Count: ~540
Note: Was this requested? No! Sorry if it's not that good. The brain rot was real, though. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.
This is my first time writing smut in any capacity, so please be kind! 😅
Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕
MNDI (18+)!!
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You were terrific with babies and kids; Bucky realized that early in the relationship. The first time he noticed it was when the two of you first started dating. Your sister had recently given birth, and you practically dragged Bucky to visit her. Bucky saw you coo and 'awe' over the newborn, but when you agreed to hold the baby, Bucky nearly short-circuited. He had to quickly excuse himself to a bathroom, a desperate attempt to relieve the growing problem between his legs. You were quick to brush it off, though a trace of confusion lingered within you.
After that day, Bucky couldn't help but notice how you acted around babies and children. You'd smile and wave if a baby was looking at you. You looked distressed and heartbroken if you heard a baby or child crying. You didn't even seem a little annoyed! Seeing that always did something for Bucky. Most of the time, he'd take care of it himself once they got home. He'd lock himself in the bathroom and fist himself to the thought of you pregnant with his child. Other times, he'd fuck you so hard into the mattress he swore the bed frame would break.
This became a common occurrence. After a while, he stopped fucking himself and started solely fucking you. Your moans and cries, feeling you cum, and you'd cum hard—it only turned him on more. He was insatiable.
"What's gotten into you recently?" you asked. You were breathing heavily, your body coated in a layer of sweat. Bucky lay on top of you, his head nestled in your neck as you felt him soften inside you. He did that a lot, keep that connection with you long after you'd both finish. You felt his release trickling out of you.
Bucky grunted. You felt him huff against your collarbone.
You chuckled. "I didn't think it was possible to fuck this much," you remarked offhandedly. One of your hands started running through his hair. He melted.
After a moment, your boyfriend lifted his head and looked you over. Your cheeks were bright red. He saw the marks he left across your collarbone and chest. Your eyes still had that post-sex haze. You looked glowing. Bucky felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him.
"You don't make it easy," he mumbled.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Bucky nuzzled his head back into your neck. He grunted when you playfully tugged at his hair.
"What does that mean?" you asked again.
"Babies," he muttered.
Your brows pinched together in confusion. "What about babies?"
"You're good with them."
It took you a moment to understand what he meant. You always had a soft spot for children. That was just how you were. You giggled at that.
"Do you want kids?" you asked.
Bucky didn't answer right away. He had never considered it before. But seeing you with kids was such a turn on. So he must want them deep down, right?
"I think so," he said. "As long as it's with you."
You felt him harden a bit and you clenched around him. Bucky let out a soft groan. "Well," you started, a mischievous smirk on your face, "I'm sure we could get some more practice in."
Masterlist
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Phobia
idea : your phobia relates to your boyfriend's gifted godly abilities.
word count : 0.8k
type : headcanons
pairing/s involved : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Leo Valdez / Frank Zhang / Nico Di Angelo x Reader
warning/s : phobia speaks for itself. personally, it's thalassophobia for me. 😓
here is my masterlist!
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Jason Grace | Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)
Due to having the same fear as his sister, Jason is completely aware of the dos and dont's when you're an acrophobic.
If you two are forced in situations where you need to be in high places, he always attempts to distract you with anything he can think of.
He prefers embarrassing stories over jokes. His delivery is too deadass and his 'i'm-trying-hard-here-it's-not-funny' look makes you laugh before the punchline.
Knowing that it can be associated with the fear of falling, Jason will reassure you every time that he's going to catch you.
If you did fall, during some battle for example, he will asks you to close your eyes and hold you tighter before slowly bringing you down.
He really lives up to that Superman nickname so much, the others started calling you Lois Lane.
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Percy Jackson | Thalassophobia (Fear of Deep Bodies of Water)
Percy would be bummed out. Being the son of Poseidon, he loves to be in the water.
Everything about him— from his favorite hobbies to his happiest of memories, revolves around it and he wants to share that with you.
He plans on taking you on trips underwater; introduce you to the majestic marine creatures nobody else has seen before, unravel mysteries the sea has to offer, and form a big bubble where you can do whatever you want without being interrupted (ehem👀).
But how can he make all of it possible when your fear is literally all of those?
Percy would want to help you get over it. He wouldn't force you but he will at least try convince you.
If you refuse, he will respect that.
But if you accept his help, he'll try to take it one step at a time. Probably by starting to show you how the sea, no matter terrifying it is, is also beautiful place.
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Leo Valdez | Pyrophobia (Fear of Fire)
Initially, Leo will laugh. I mean, who wouldn't?
You're a pyrophobic yet you're dating someone who is actually made out of fire?
After he notices that you're not joking, he will begin to be terrified for you. Expect that Leo will be extra careful when you are with him, especially when he is working on something.
His contraptions deemed too dangerous like explosives, will be kept somewhere far away.
As much as he thinks your presence will make Bunker 9 a lovelier workspace, he will understand if you don't want to go there. The essense of it is from the god of fire himself— I mean you need a blast of fire to enter.
He also will refrain himself from using his fire abilities in a fight, making do with his inventions instead.
While pyrophobia doesn't have specific causes, it may be possible that you had some traumatic experience relating to fire. Leo doesn't want to hurt you or make you feel worse.
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Frank Zhang | Zoophobia (Fear of Animals)
Frank is confused. He doesn't know that the fear of animals is a thing and would wonder why you agreed on dating him in the first place.
He will ask you tons of questions; what caused your phobia? Are you afraid of all animals, a few, or just one? What can I do? After your conversation, he's going to search more information.
If you're afraid of one animal only, Frank will forget it ever existed. He will never talk of that animal again even when you're not around.
The others will joke about it. Example, if you're scared of snakes—
"What is a snake, Frank?"
"What's that, Leo? I have no idea, so let's never speak of it again."
In the case that you're afraid of all animals (this is a rare condition), he will not use his abilities and will train harder in combat.
When he really doesn't have a choice but to shapeshift in a fight, you two will separate with your friends' assurance that they got your back.
Frank is a nice guy but if someone made an offensive comment about your phobia or hardcore pranks involving that animal? Expect the wrath and rage of Mars.
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Nico Di Angelo | Phasmophobia (Fear of Ghosts)
I'm sorry but Nico will slightly judge you. Really, a ghost? What are you, five?
Like Frank, he will ask you what caused your phobia.
He will feel terrible and comfort you if you have the same experience as Reina and Jason, who's loved ones turned into a mania. If it's because of horror movies, he will awkwardly pet your head.
You may think the subject is dropped but Nico will make sure that no ghost will ever come near you.
Having the infamous title 'Ghost King', he will not hesitate to torment and threaten the spirits who try to approach, scare, or talk to you.
He will take you on dates to McDonalds but he will not bring you to any 'ghost business'.
If you want to get rid of your phobia, Nico will summon ghosts who can entertain you; like singers, dancers, those that can do tricks, and stand up comedians.
He will also show you how easily he can bend any ghost to his will, proving to you that there's nothing to be afraid of.
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sweet-as-an-angel ¡ 1 year
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MW2 Reaction to You Having an OnlyFans
Warnings: 18+, Non-Explicit Implied Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Imagery, Territorial MW2 👀, Possessive MW2  👀👀, MW2 having a Crush on Reader, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.
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Ghost
Initially, he was in disbelief.
Denial, even.
But when you accidentally sent him a link to your OnlyFans instead of a link to the website of the restaurant you were visiting, Simon’s heart almost stopped.
You deleted the link immediately after, but it was too late.
The tab was already open on his browser.
Despite his agility and lightning reflexes, this situation is not one he’s going to be able to bounce back from quickly.
Will just stare at his phone for a minute or so before eventually starting to understand that yes, you did just send him evidence of your goings-on online.
And yes, you had just confirmed that you made intimate images of yourself accessible to whoever wanted them, though for a hefty fee.
You know your worth; you charge above average.
For days afterwards, the idea of you compromising yourself haunts him.
He doesn’t condemn you for your actions. Far from it !
He’s just surprised he hadn’t found out sooner. That he’d failed to read you well enough to know that this is what you did for work.
And, trying to justify to himself that it’s ‘just out of curiosity’ and ‘a need to confirm that it is actually you’ who is featured on the account, Simon buys a subscription.
He’s glad he waited a while since the appearance of a new subscription days after the incident is much less suspicious than receiving one right after.
Let’s just say, whatever morbid fancy Simon had before seeing your work transformed into a ravenous appetite after he’d seen what you had to offer.
Can’t see you the same way afterwards. But in the best way possible.
When he looks at you, he feels like he knows a secret.
Sure, he does feel creepy when you look at him, not knowing that he’s beaten himself off to videos and pictures of you approximately eight times that week.
But he tries to justify it. Again.
He’s supporting your business, he’s being a good friend (he winces when the word passes him by like a phantom), he’s…
He’s absolutely eneamoured with the way you look.
And the fact that he knows you personally – that he can (and has) heard you call his name – makes whatever little fantasy you’re acting out feel that much more real.
His favourite image of you is one where you have your arms bound above your head.
He always finds himself coming back to it.
Until one day he realises…How are you tying those ropes by yourself ?!
It’s impossible. Simon knows because he’s tried it on himself (don’t ask). So now he’s faced with the burning question of: Who is helping you with these shoots ?
And why isn’t it him ?!
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KĂśnig
Didn’t realise what he’d stumbled upon at first.
One minute, he was checking your socials to see how you were doing while he was away.
The next, he was at a sign-up page for something he’d never heard about.
The fact that it asked for his bank details left him somewhat suspicious, but your endorsement of the site – your claim of it being ‘The best investment of your life &lt;3’ eased him into a false sense of security.
Oh, how KĂśnig condemned his trusting nature.
Past the paywall, König didn’t know what to expect.
Whatever he could have dreamt of, he never expected it to be…this.
You in the most indecent images he’d ever seen.
Yes, KĂśnig did scream when he realised what he was seeing. Yes, he did close the tab out of sheer panic.
After a minute, then two, he found the ability to breathe again.
His phone quivered in his hand, his grip a python about its glass neck.
Sighing shakily, KĂśnig dared to unlock his phone.
Swallowing thickly, he approached the OnlyFans tab.
Opening it, he gasped, your likeness filling his screen and his mind once again.
“Oh, (Y/N),” he said, nobody else about to hear him save for himself. “What have you done ?”
After the aftershock fizzled out, König’s cheeks warmed.
Though, whether of anger, disappointment, or something else, he could not be sure.
He’d enjoyed thinking of the two of you as more than friends. For a while now, too.
And you hadn’t helped: not with how you took to his lap as if it were your throne, how you’d bend and hit him at just the right angle when he was behind you, reaching up for something.
Not with how you clung to him and whined his name at night when you slept over, always a doe-eyed look accompanying whatever minimal favour you were about to ask of him.
So to see you capitalise on yourself like this before he’d ever even seen your bare torso made him…
Territorial.
“I can’t let you get away with this, Engel,” he promised. Your smiling face was oblivious to his threat.
He palmed the bulge in his pants, his grip on his phone tightening.
“One way or another,” he found himself smiling. “You will be mine.”
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Soap
Buys a subscription immediately.
He genuinely only did it as a joke to embarrass you. At first.
A rather expensive joke, mind you.
He almost choked on his energy drink when he saw your lowest monthly rate.
Whatever.
He bought it.
And his mind promptly went blank.
When seeing a friend in a compromising position, one typically tends to look away, either out of respect or embarrassment.
Soap didn’t.
He couldn’t.
He just stared at the image of you with your legs spread and your face the image of viscous lust.
Only after every pixel of that image was burned into his memory could Johnny look down.
And there, between his legs, sat a growing, pulsing, aching problem.
One which he had been vaguely aware of yet entirely unwilling to accept.
Every time your likeness throbbed in his mind, he felt himself twitch.
He sighed, his hand a resting place for his face as a dark dawn of realisation washed over him.
For what was unlikely the first time, Soap dealt with himself to the image of you, a euphoria he’d never known before shooting through him now he had you to look upon in such delicious detail.
At first, guilt impeded him, strangled his chest, propelling the likelihood of you walking through his door at any minute and catching him like this.
But all caution threw itself to the wind as the promise of release clouded his judgement.
“Besides,” he told himself. “You let other guys do this. So why not me ?”
After he finished, post-nut clarity settling over him, Johnny couldn’t help but feel dirty.
Getting off to the image of his best friend in such gruesome detail while they were completely unaware…
Sure, he’d done it before, but the fantasies had been vague enough for Soap to evade guilt.
Until now.
But, even so, with the weight of his actions on his shoulders, Johnny couldn’t bring himself to loathe his actions.
Not when you made yourself up so pretty for him.
Something tells him that this won’t be the last time he visits your page.
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Valeria
This woman is already possessive to the max, so to see you posting content of yourself at your most intimate angles is nothing short of infuriating.
Regardless of whether you’re hers yet or not (you already belong to her, Valeria just doesn’t have the official title of ‘girlfriend’ yet), she will have something to say about your page.
Of course, she’s upset. Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it.
But more than anything, she’s…
Hurt.
Hurt that you never told her about your little account. Hurt that you didn’t trust her enough to let her know that this is what you did for work.
You weren’t obligated to, but where Valeria is concerned, there is no excuse.
Will drive up to your house in the dead of night and interrogate you.
And when she’s got you crying and shaking and apologising for having a career, she consoles you.
“I’m not angry,” she says, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes are hard; black pearls. “Just disappointed.”
Female manipulator 100%.
She’ll tease you every now and then because of your account, nothing but playful banter (as she calls it). But you can tell there’s venom to her words.
Especially when she refuses to let you pursue it as a career anymore.
“Your body is for me to see alone, Mi Amor.”
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Price
This DILF may not know how technology works, but he does know that he likes what he sees when a grotesque little picture of you floods his screen.
Don’t ask how he got here; that’s not important.
What is important is how full of you his mind is both during and after the initial discovery of your OnlyFans.
All he can think about as he’s scrolling through your portfolio is how devilishly sly you’ve been as to keep such an impressive career a secret from him of all people.
Like some kind of secret.
He’ll definitely tease you about it – drop eerily familiar turns of phrase into conversation with you, ones which you’d used on the captions of your pictures.
Calls you things which you refer to yourself as online: “Prince/Princess”, “Puppy/Kitty”, an extremely specific nickname that you’re certain you’ve never mentioned around him before.
He just loves watching you squirm under the false scrutiny in his eyes as you question yourself as to whether he’s found you out.
Little do you know that he’s your most generous benefactor, tipping you most ardently on your posts where the angle of the camera gives him a glimpse of what lays beneath the thin layers of your robe.
Comments something like ‘Fucking beautiful, Love. Keep up the good work for Daddy x’
And, when he’s ready to let you know that, yes, he has been following you for months, he’ll repeat that same sentence as his mouth is to your ear, his head just over your shoulder, as he guides your hands as he teaches you how to defend yourself.
And the feeling of your body stiffening, stepping back into him in disbelief and rubbing him just right is enough to send him over the edge, his breath shuttering, his hips pressing into yours.
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Horangi
Despite the disciplinary values the military taught Horangi, nothing can restrain the sheer carnality brewing in his lower half as the video of you bent over a desk, an unknown antagonist taking you from behind filled his computer screen.
If it weren’t for your breathy, whining moans, your glassy eyes and the overwhelming fact that the person I like most is literally on full display in front of me, Horangi may have been mad enough to question who was railing you right now.
That, and why did one of his associates have a subscription to your OnlyFans ?
Better yet – since when did you have an OnlyFans ???
So many questions, and Horangi can’t focus on any of them.
His first instinct is to close the tab – to preserve your privacy, your dignity
But…something stops him.
Call it logic. Call it a sick need to fulfil his own desires, but Horangi stops just short of exiting the tab.
You’re putting this online with only a paywall to separate you from the common man. So why should he feel guilty for seeing it ?
Long story short, Horangi’s shame dies, and there is little that can resurrect it or stop what’s coming next.
For the rest of his mission, his mind drifts back to you – in that position – more often than he’d like it to.
Granted, his mind had wandered to such places long before now, but he’d never had anything so visual to fuel his fantasies save for a time or two when you bent over and your underwear peeked out from beneath your shirt whenever you slept over.
When he gets home – his long-awaited reprieve – he purchases his very own subscription to this newly-found slice of Heaven.
And he gives no indication that he knows of your activities, instead waiting for the day that you ask him for his help in filming your latest masterpiece.
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Alejandro
He may not look like it, but Alejandro is lowkey an internet sleuth.
I’m talking, you mention a YouTube video you watched once when you were younger that’s since been removed, based off a blurry thumbnail and Alejandro will finish your sentence like: “Oh, the one with that cat who steps on that leaf and jumps up its owner’s leg,”
So, finding your OnlyFans account isn’t exactly detective work for him when, after an outing with the boys™, he sees you get particularly jumpy when you pull out your phone.
Through the process of elimination, Alejandro concludes that you’re pursuing a more adult career.
And since he follows all your socials, he knows what your handle is likely to be.
And when he finds you in some rather compromising positions on your beloved little app, he can’t help but crack a smile.
“My, my, mi Corazon…What have you been up to ?”
He takes a leisurely stroll through your portfolio, makes a note of some noteworthy posts. Then, he makes a decision. An investment.
He purchases a subscription.
Sure, he could feel guilty about doing so – feel ashamed of his deep-rooted desire to see someone he’s seen as more than a friend exposed in ways he’s only dreamed of so far.
But he takes comfort in the fact that he’s admiring your artistry for what it is; hard work, dedication, and beauty.
Yeah, he still gets off to the stuff you post, but unlike the basement-dwellers who’ll pop a shot to a lewd picture of you and then go upstairs for their dino nuggies and their off-brand energy drink, Alejandro takes time, care, to really analyse your work – to see the colours you’ve used, the camera angles.
And to try and capture even a reflection of the guy who seems to “help” you in your productions.
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Rodolfo
Screamed out loud the first time he caught sight of your page, which was open on Alejandro’s phone.
To be honest, he was too dazed by the risque picture of you in a very frail-looking swimsuit to consider the implications of Alejandro having access to your OnlyFans.
At first, he did the only thing he could think of – the gentlemanly thing to do.
Which was to look away; to grant you your privacy and pretend he’d seen nothing.
At first.
Rudy managed to make it a whole 24 hours before, after fighting a losing battle of wills with himself (one which he put little fight into the longer that image of you stewed in his mind), he found himself on your page. Again.
Shamefully, one might add.
And, much to his chagrin, he didn’t hate it.
Nor did it satiate his growing hunger for you.
And, considering how he already liked you well before making this discovery, Rudy is…conflicted, to say the least.
On one hand, you’re letting whoever has an internet connection and a bank card see you in ways that, even in his wildest imagination, Rudy never had.
Conversely, you’re letting whoever has an internet connection and a bank card see you in ways that, until now, Rudy never had.
Two sides of the same coin. Identical outcomes. It just all rested on how Rudy wanted to view the situation; as a hurdle, or an advantage.
A loyal follower of two months now, his evenings spent worshipping the visage of you in what one could barely consider clothing, Rodolfo chose the latter.
And you have no idea. And Rudy is going to keep it that way until he feels you’re ready to learn that your top contributor is the man who’s sat beside you right this second as you stay at his house for a sleepover; one upon which you rest your head and listen to the deceptively steady beating of his heart.
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Graves
Not that he would admit it, but he felt somewhat offended the first time he found out about your OnlyFans account.
Bruised his ego considerably ☹️
He took your self-sufficiency personally.
Did you not believe he could provide for you ? Is that why you turned to…adult practices ?
He sulked about it for a little while – about a day or two – before the fact that the person he’d been – dare he say it – crushing on for the last few months had an ONLYFANS ACCOUNT.
Needless to say, he hopped right back on his computer and got to buying your most elite subscription available.
Yeah, perhaps the idea that a couple thousand or so other weirdos were ooglign your body aside from himself bothered him. But he wasn’t exactly whiter than white himself, so he dropped the subject (with himself).
However, his jealous tendencies do lead him to some rather unorthodox places.
Has genuinely, seriously considered acquiring OnlyFans to try and get you scrubbed off the platform.
His accountant managed to (eventually) convince him otherwise after drilling it through his skull “How questionable this would look on your company record, Sir.”
And then, obviously, Graves decided to just try and buy the internet.
Bless him, he may be a CEO, but he isn’t a boyboss. Or tech-savvy.
Regardless, he eventually cools off and actually sees this situation as playing to his advantage.
He could already feel the cogs in his turning as he realised that you didn’t know he’d seen your account, nevermind contributed to it.
And thus began Philly’s plan to make you so financially dependent on him through anonymous donations and financial contributions. A hostile takeover, as it’s known in the trade.
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Gaz
Since he is both the youngest and the most tech-savvy of the 141, he knows what he’s doing.
He’d heard a whisper while traversing your socials that you owned a fabled OnlyFans account.
And, like the good friend he was, instead of embarrassing you and asking you directly, he went on the hunt for it himself.
Okay, maybe he didn’t do this without your knowledge out of pure chivalry – rather a need to see if there was a possibility that, yes, you posted yourself online for money.
And, perhaps, a need to see if he can get his hands on some of those images himself…
Eventually, ever the internet sleuth he is, Gaz found your account.
And boy, did he underestimate what he thought he’d find.
“Jesus, (Y/N)...What have you been doing ?”
But that isn’t to say he didn’t like it.
On the contrary; he couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
Especially when, in one of the pictures, he saw you drenched in a shirt of his he’d lent to you months ago. One which he still hadn’t gotten back.
He doesn’t pester you about it anymore. Even jokingly.
Though, he is somewhat envious that his shirt gets to be that close to you, especially in those conditions.
That, and…
Wait, who’s taking these pictures ?!
Not that you’d know this, but, his chest alight with the need to identify this mystery victor, those dark rings under Gaz’s eyes when you meet for lunch the next day are for you.
“Gaz, Sweetie, did you get into a fight or something ?”
And Gaz can’t bear to tell you how much an effect the jealousy you’d inadvertently inflicted on him has had on his psyche – had on his sleep schedule as he burnt through the night trawling every image and video of you for any identifying feature of your work partner.
As evidenced by the crusted tissues piling up in the bin beside his desk, to dry his tears and…other fluids.
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I loved Blurred Lines!! Do you think you’d ever want to do a part 2 for when Rhys shows up? 👀 👀🔥
[ part one ]
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Rhysand hears you before he see’s you.
Unhinged shouts and the rhythmic smacking of skin on skin pulling him closer, beckoning him inside. The concealed safe house reeks of sex, clothes scattered around the floor from the moment he walks in; chairs are tipped over, rugs askew and there’s a dent on the hallway wall.
He doesn’t bother calling out for you, certain that you probably wouldn’t hear him anyway through the drug-induced haze. The traces of it lingers in your scent, spiking sweet honey and brown sugar with strong notes of spicy cinnamon that settles thick in his throat. “Swear, I can take it, Az.” Desperate whines and choppy breaths coupled with deep grunts and a husky swear at the sound of your plea. “Just a little harder.”
Rhys knew it shouldn’t have affected him the way it did. The blood that rushed between his legs at the sound of Azriel complying, doing everything you’d asked for and more. Neither of you even notice him, shadows too distracted in squeezing at heaving breasts and gliding up the length of your neck. A soothing cool to combat the overwhelming heat that Azriel had spent hours trying to quench.
It would work for a little while before the need grew again, demanding more tongue and teeth biting into your shoulders. Blazing for the harsh grip of Azriel’s hands on your hips as his cock nudged in as far as your body allowed. “Rhys will be here soon,” He’d mutter into the shell of your ear when you’d clench around him, hips stuttering and tears streaming down your cheeks from the sensitivity of yet another orgasm.
And yet, still your body commanded more.
“It won’t stop,” Sweat beads at your hairline, hair tangled and lips swollen as your body holds onto Azriel like a lifeline. Filthy sounds squelch between where you begin and he ends, arousal dripping like a leaky faucet. “Why won’t it stop?”
“Rhys,” Azriel sighs in relief when the High Lord comes into view, exhaustion evident in tousled inky hair and droopy lids but he’s too lost in the feeling to stop. The spymasters wings are splayed out behind him as your hands wander freely along the leathery texture, hips rocking and tongue dragging along the side of his neck. “You’re here.”
Rhysand nods once, easing you off and into his arms. You find instant relief with his touch, face buried in his neck as he guides you into the bathroom. The water in the tub had long since ran cold and yet it’s perfectly warm when he rests you inside. “Took you long enough,” You whisper weakly, voice raspy from overuse. “I nearly broke him.”
His jaw clenched, unreasonable jealously tickling at the edge of his mind at the sight of Azriel’s marks on you. “I can see that,” Rhys pushes damp hair from your face, cupping at flushed cheeks to stare into your eyes. At the bright specks the shade of lavender dotting the iris, a stark contrast from pupils blown with lust. “Amren said it sounds like you were drugged with a strong mix of herbs; mostly meant to disorient but a natural side-affect is debilitating arousal.”
“She say how long it’ll last?”
Rhys grimaces slightly, hesitating before answering. “Depending on how much you ingested? Roughly a few hours, possibly less.”
Your heart plummets. So much time had already passed. How much more could you possibly endure?
More. More. More.
Every bone in your body screams as you watch the High Lord undress, exposing sun-kissed skin and mouth-watering tattoos. The water trickles when your thighs shift, searching for friction as a fresh wave of need rises. “In that case,” Your hand trails down beneath the water, hyperaware of the violet stare tracking every move. “I hope you brought your stamina.”
He’s quick to join you in the tub—even quicker when he tugs you on top of him, pressing claiming kisses to your mouth and he slides in with ease, hushed curses falling from full lips from the near unbearable heat of your cunt. “It’s not my stamina you should be worried about,” Rhysand’s deliberate in the way he slowly lifts you off him, watching more of his length come into view until only the fat tip of his cock is inside. “I’ll spend all night fucking the smell of him off you if I must.”
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Ok 1 I love your Halloween theme, and 2 can I request a delightfully unhinged threesome between estranged twins, jackson and Dr. Crane 👀
oh my i wonder who could've given you such a ridiculously thirsty idea!!! definitely wasn't me ummm anyways this turned out to be another full length fic, so. yeah.
𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎 | jonathan crane x reader x jackson rippner
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warnings: NONCON SMUT (dark as fuck, 18+ only, read the warnings), kidnapping, implied stalking, yandere!jonathan, threesome with oral m receiving and breeding kink, housewife kink, slight corruption kink, possibly inexperienced jonathan??
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It was eerie, seeing his twin on the other side of the doorway; it wasn’t quite like looking in a mirror, but it was closer than anything else was.
The differences were obvious, and had only become stronger over time: the hair, the glasses, even the way they dressed. But the biggest difference between the brothers was their smiles… in fact, Jackson was wearing that tilted, toothy grin already. “Well, look at you,” he greeted smugly, “Doctor Crane.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d really come,” Jonathan admitted quietly.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d ever call me again,” Jackson laughed as he stepped inside, despite never actually having been invited in. “Nice place, Doc— guess they pay you pretty good at the looney bin.”
“We, uh, try not to use that term,” Jonathan mumbled as he watched Jackson roam the apartment, getting a little nervous that he might break one of the more expensive decorations or artifacts.
“So, what’s this problem you needed my help with?” Jackson wondered as he spun on his heel to face his brother. “Must be a pretty sticky situation you’ve got yourself in if you have to ring up your big brother.”
“You’re only four—"
“Four minutes older, yeah, I know,” he rolled his eyes, “but somebody had to be first.”
“I need… advice,” Jonathan finally answered, “regarding a sort of… sensitive situation.”
“You can spare the foreplay, Jonny, this isn’t my first time,” Jackson smirked. “Just tell me what happened.”
“Nothing… happened, really,” he sighed, “I just… there’s someone that needs to be… dealt with.”
“If you want a hit, I don’t actually do that,” Jackson explained, “but I can call somebody for you—“
“Not a hit, no,” Jonathan shook his head, “the opposite, really… I need her kept alive.”
Jackson raised an eyebrow. “Oh? A ladyfriend you want protected?”
“Uh, sure,” Jonathan mumbled awkwardly, “but I’ll take care of that. It’s her, um, footprint, if you will. Her old identity, and all that— I need her to disappear, so to speak. W-well, she already disappeared… I just need people to stop looking for her.”
“You know, you’re always full of surprises, Jonny,” Jackson laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have this woman in your basement.”
“I don’t have a basement,” Jackson replied.
“That’s… not the part I was expecting you to deny…”
Soon enough, Jonathan escorted Jackson to his bedroom, where you were tied to one of the bedposts by your wrists, curled up in a shaking little ball, watching with wide eyes as the two men entered the room. Jackson realized you probably hadn't seen anyone other than Jonathan since getting here-- that, or you were just thinking oh fuck, there's two of them?!
“Why’d you dress her up like that?” Jackson snorted, admiring the vintage-style dress and heels, with a matching set of pearl earrings and necklace. “I didn’t know you were so… traditional.”
Jonathan cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting a bit pink. “Can we just focus on the present issue, please?”
"And what a lovely issue it is," Jackson cooed as he stepped closer to you, admiring you with a tilted head.
You watched him approach with wide eyes, finally speaking in a broken whisper. “Please,” you choked out, “help me— he’s keeping me here, I think he’s gonna kill me—“
“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” Jackson smiled, “he’s real sweet on you. I’d just be worried about whatever freaky shit he’s into.”
“Well, as you can see, she’s not adjusting very well,” Jonathan sighed. “I thought my drugs would help— and she’s pretty obedient when she’s been given a large dose, so I was sort of right— but I can’t keep her high all day, she’ll build a tolerance. And I know her case is going to get a little too much attention, if there isn’t some kind of closure for the police or the family sometime soon. I mean, a beautiful, promising young medical student? Gone without a trace? It’s cable news catnip.”
“You’re right about that,” Jackson agreed. “There’s a pretty face perfect for the papers.”
As Jackson reached to tilt your chin, petting the line of your jaw, Jonathan slapped his hand away. “Hey, hands to yourself,” Crane warned, “she’s mine.”
“Okay, Mr. Defensive,” Jackson widened his eyes, raising his hands like he was perfectly innocent. “How sloppy were you? Are they gonna find any evidence that brings them here?”
“I don’t think so,” Jonathan sighed, “but you can’t be too sure. Even without evidence, she took one of my classes, so if they get desperate enough they can certainly trace her to me.”
Jackson sighed. “That’s tricky,” he nodded. “And it gives us two options.”
“Which are?”
“The happy ending, and the sad ending,” Jackson explained. “Happy ending: I get one of my little computer nerd friends to fake a plane ticket to somewhere exotic. Send a postcard to a friend. Just like that, she’s absconded from her old life, escaped the pressure of med school, and everyone thinks she’s off somewhere getting her groove back or whatever.”
“And the sad ending?”
“Bloody clothing planted by the woods, with a tip that somebody saw her hiking,” he shrugged. “Big bad wolf got to her. Simple as that. That one’s handy because no one’s gonna expect her to come back… and you can have her all to yourself, forever.”
Jonathan bit his lip, obviously excited by the idea. “I'm guessing that will require taking a sample from her?"
"Not too much," Jackson promised, "you're a doctor, you can do it safely."
"She's scared enough of me as it is," Jonathan sighed. "I thought she would... take to it a little faster."
"What, you thought she would like getting kidnapped?"
"I thought she would appreciate how well I can take care of her," Jonathan clarified.
"Oh, Jonny," Jackson laughed, "you haven't learned a thing about women since the last time I saw you, huh?"
Jonathan didn't even have the heart to deny it.
"When they ask if they look fat in something-- you just say no, don't even look, okay? It's like DARE: Just. Say. No." Jackson informed his brother sternly. "And when they say they're not hungry and don't want anything, just order some fries anyway or she's gonna end up with half your entrĂŠe. And most of all-- you can't forget this one-- they really dislike being kidnapped and held in captivity."
Jonathan crossed his arms. "I knew that," he announced defensively.
"Let me ask you this," Jackson began with a twinkle in his eye. "Have you used her yet?"
Jonathan shuddered a little, looking embarrassed as he looked at you and then to the floor. "J-just once..." he admitted. "That was... a lapse in restraint. I had wanted to wait until she was more comfortable, but..."
"But you just couldn't help yourself with a sweet little thing like this in your bed, huh?" Jackson finished. "I get it. And she looks cute when she's scared."
You shuddered under Jackson's hungry stare, and he winked at you. "So, you'll take care of it?" Jonathan reminded him. "Happy ending or sad ending, whatever you think is best."
"Well, I'm always a fan of a happy ending," Jackson smirked. "You know speaking of: I figure I can give you a good deal on this whole thing... you know, since you're family."
"Alright," Jonathan nodded.
“I’ll make sure her case is closed… if you let me take her for a spin.”
It seemed to take Jonathan a moment to realize what that meant, before he laughed incredulously. “No,” he asserted, “absolutely not.”
“Oh, don’t be so insecure,” Jackson pouted, “she’ll still be yours when I’m done with her. You can keep her for the rest of your life— I’m just asking for one night.”
"I can pay you very well for your time, Jackson," Jonathan promised.
"Eh, money's boring," Jackson shrugged.
"If I recall correctly, women tend to bore you pretty easily as well," Jonathan accused with a frown.
"Sheesh, you kidnap one woman and you start getting all judgmental that I haven't settled down," Jackson rolled his eyes. "I don't have a lot of time for anything serious, that's all. In fact, I barely have time for anything these days. That's why I figure I can help you break in Mrs. Crane over there."
"I don't need any help," Jonathan promised.
"Except for the part where, if I don't help you, you're probably gonna get caught with a missing woman tied to your bed," Jackson reminded him.
Jonathan sighed, clearly realizing the choice he had to make.
“C'mon, just a little favor for your favorite twin brother? You can stay and make sure I don’t do anything you wouldn’t… approve of,” Jackson rolled his eyes, “you prude.”
"She's innocent," Jonathan breathed, "that's what I liked about her-- it's why I had to bring her here. You'll... you'll ruin her. I can't let you do that."
“Seems like you don’t really have a choice,” Jackson noticed, lowering his voice and leaning in closer to Jonathan.
There was a pause, and finally Jackson turned to leave the room as he patted Jonathan on the back.
"Get a good lawyer, buddy," he offered as his final piece of advice.
But before he could take another step, Jonathan relented with a sigh: “Make it quick.”
“Hey,” Jackson shrugged with a grin as he shed his jacket and tossed it aside, “no promises.”
He all but leapt onto the bed, crawling up to you as you whined and shrunk away.
“Did y’hear that, babydoll? Jonny said it’s my turn to play with you,” he purred.
As you tried to shrink away, he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down, forcing you onto your back and keeping your tied wrists above your head as the rope when taut.
He growled as he laid on top of you, leaning in to kiss your neck. “I can make it good for you,” he breathed, “if you behave. It’ll be so much better than whatever my idiot baby brother does to you— promise.”
Jackson's hands crawled up your skirt, and he bit his lip as you kicked your legs in protest.
"Be good, baby," he warned you sharply. "Good girls get a treat... you know what bad girls get?"
You didn't seem that invested in an answer, but he continued anyways as he lowered his voice and spoke by your ear.
"Bad girls get fucked up the ass," he whispered, giving a quick little kiss to the side of your face; suddenly, you relaxed a bit under him and stopped resisting so much. "That's a good girl," he praised, spreading your legs a bit and petting them until he reached higher and found you totally bare under the dress. "Oh my, Jonny didn't even give you panties to wear? Poor baby..."
Jonathan shuddered and crossed his arms, looking away with his head and yet unable to actually look anywhere else but the bed. He was trying to figure out how his brother had gotten you to behave so quickly... when Jonathan had given in to temptation and forced himself on you, it was a constant battle to keep you down as you kicked and screamed and begged him to stop. Whether it was the sight before him now, or the memory of that night, Jonathan felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
Jackson sat up a bit, opening his own pants and sighing as he wrapped his hand around himself. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he purred as he held your legs open wide with his other hand. "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together, sweetheart."
He spit straight down onto you, smearing it around your opening with his tip, before pressing right up to your hole. He groaned loudly as he slid inside-- one long, slow stroke as he filled you. You whined and shut your eyes tight, but otherwise resisted the urge to struggle.
"Fuuuuck," Jackson purred, holding on tight to your hips as he simply buried himself inside you for a moment. "So tight, honey, Jesus."
Beginning to move, he laid himself down over you and kissed your neck again, moaning against your skin. You whimpered, back arching slightly under him, and he smiled when he felt you tense up as he thrusted into you just a little harder.
"Oh, baby, feel how deep I am?" he grunted. "Feel how good I'm stretching out that little hole? Fuck, keep squeezin' me like that and maybe I will make this quick..."
He grabbed your hips and yanked them up a bit, holding you right where he wanted you-- and sitting up again, so he could get just the perfect angle as he started fucking into you again. Normally he would build up a little more naturally before being so rough but, well, you weren't going anywhere... he could just use you and chase his own pleasure. That said, he still grinned proudly when you moaned suddenly, your head falling back and your back arching. That was when he decided that, even though he had no real obligation to make you come, he was going to anyways-- if for no other reason than to know that he could take total control of your body, and force you to an orgasm even unwillingly.
"Right there?" he taunted as you whined, giving you fast and hard thrusts right into the place that made you bite down on your lip. "Yeah, that's it-- you're getting so wet, honey, you feel that? Gonna soak my fucking cock, aren't you?"
He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, letting himself bask in the feeling for a moment. You made little sounds, obviously trying to hold yourself back, but the longer it went on the less you were able to fight it-- soon you were properly moaning, arching your back deeper, your walls clenching on him rhythmically as you came.
"Fuck, just like that," Jackson praised as he watched you give into it. "Just like that, baby, fucking cream all over me-- good girl."
Jonathan watched in astonishment as you quivered all over, nervously clearing his throat as he tried to conceal the throbbing erection in his pants-- and it seemed to remind Jackson that his brother was still standing nearby.
"What was that about your girl being innocent, Crane?" Jackson laughed. "'Cause she seems like a desperate fucking whore to me."
“H-how’d you make her do that?” Jonathan asked with a shaky whisper, licking his lips a bit as he watched you writhe against the mattress.
“Nothing to it, really,” Jackson smiled, “just gotta find that spot and beat the hell out of it. Here, I’ll show you.”
You whimpered as Jackson pulled out and slid his fingers inside you, curling them against the place that had become more sensitive than ever.
“Right here,” he explained, “you try it.”
He took his fingers out as Jonathan approached the bed— and you felt Jonathan’s fingers slide in a second later, a bit more hesitance to his movements. He let out a wavering sigh, and Jackson smiled.
“Feel the swollen part? Rub her there— hard.”
He curled his fingers slightly and you bit your lip.
“Harder,” Jackson instructed.
“I-I don’t want to hurt her…”
“Well, she needs it rough,” Jackson laughed, “so man up and make her come!”
You yelped when Jonathan harshly pressed into the spot, making your whole body shake as he started to thrust the digits in and out of you. “Wow,” Jonathan breathed as he watched you, his brother smiling proudly next to him.
"She can probably come again pretty fast," Jackson assumed, "you should try. See how fast you can make her scream again."
Jackson, meanwhile, moved to kneel by your head, slapping your face a little to cue you to open your mouth. He groaned as he rubbed his tip over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself alongside his salty precum.
You unintentionally clench on Jonathan's fingers, and he smiled wide. "Like that?" he asked eagerly. "Are you gonna come again?"
"Just keep doing it," Jackson urged his brother before speaking to you again. "C'mon baby, you can take a little more."
Holding your hair, Jackson started to fuck your mouth a bit more earnestly, making Jonathan frown at him after you gagged a few times. "Be careful," he warned him, "don't hurt her."
"I know, I know," Jackson rolled his eyes. "But look at that mouth, Crane, don't you think it's just made to take cock?"
Jonathan couldn't exactly disagree, he'd fantasized about your mouth plenty of times. But now, he was much more focused on your pussy-- he was watching it closely, enraptured by the way his fingers moved in and out of it... and the way it responded, gripping him tighter and tighter.
"Go on, suck it," Jackson ordered you impatiently, smacking you on the cheek again to try to encourage you. You whimpered and hollowed your cheeks, blinking up at him as he grinned down at you. "Oh, pretty eyes-- I can tell why Jonny couldn't resist you..."
You moaned again, and Jackson raised an eyebrow as he looked down for a moment at what Jonathan was doing-- which was moving his fingers faster inside you, watching you whimper and writhe as you reached the edge again.
"Show me," Jonathan begged, "come for me-- come on my fingers."
It happened pretty quickly, and Jackson let you take a break from sucking him for a second so they could both enjoy your pretty moans as you creamed around Jonathan's fingers.
"O-oh, fuck," Jonathan gasped, "I can feel her... pulsing."
"Yeah," Jackson grinned, "really something, isn't it?"
"Fuck," Jonathan said again, taking his fingers out and suddenly climbing onto the bed. "Need to feel that on my cock."
"Atta boy," Jackson praised with a laugh.
Jonathan moaned loudly as he pushed inside you, your own reaction a muffled groan around Jackson's cock which he shoved between your lips again. "Oh, god," Jonathan whined, "you feel even better than I remember, angel-- fuck, I missed you so much."
He was even more desperate and impatient than before, fucking you quickly and eagerly even though you were far too sensitive for it after coming twice in a row.
Jackson pulled back out of your mouth, but held your head steady as he stroked himself rapidly. “Gonna coat that pretty face,” he growled, “keep your mouth open, baby, I’m close…”
You whimpered and tried to keep your throat shut, afraid to choke on his come while laying back like this, and after a few more moments he groaned loudly as ropes of come fell over your face and onto your waiting tongue. You grunted a little in surprise but just tried to squint your eyes in case some got too close, but the vast majority went into your mouth or over your cheek.
"Fuck," Jackson purred, milking his cock for every drop before finally taking his hand away and sinking back, looking down at you with a new redness and sheen of sweat to his face. "Good girl. You can swallow now baby-- oh, wait, let's make sure you get it all first."
He swiped up the come on your cheek with his thumb, feeding it to you as you closed your lips and swallowed his salty spend.
"I told you good girls get a treat," he grinned.
Jonathan, meanwhile, was panting and whimpering and clearly trying to hold himself back-- but the way he held you tight enough to bruise gave away how close to the edge he really was. "I can't wait," he finally admitted with a groan. "I need to come, angel-- I need to come inside, get you pregnant. Then we can be happy together."
Suddenly, he started to rub your sore clit with his thumb; and you jolted again, pulsing around him as he sighed and dropped his head onto your shoulder.
"Fuck, beautiful-- just like that, let me feel you come again, please. Then I can fill you so deep..."
"You can make her come one more time," Jackson assured, "she's so sensitive-- go on and come for him, baby, let him feel how hard you come..."
Though Jonathan was a little irritated by the way Jackson made it seem like a favor you were doing on his behalf, he couldn't complain when he felt you coming around him, slick walls pulsing so perfectly around him that he had to come with a loud, broken moan. He kept moving until he was sure he'd given you everything, heart racing as he imagined and hoped that he'd properly bred you this time.
Then, there was a silence. Not very long, but plenty nervous as the three of you caught your breath.
"Well... mazel tov," Jackson offered with an awkward laugh, getting up off the bed and getting himself back in order. "I'll call you when it's all taken care of, Jonny. You, uh... you have fun with her, alright? Call if you need anything or, you know... feel like sharing again..."
"I wouldn't hold my breath for that, Jackson," Jonathan sighed.
"Don't miss me too much, honey," Jackson winked at you as he slipped his jacket back on. "But feel free to think about me so you can get off while this guy's fucking you," he joked, motioning to his brother with a tilt of his head.
"Don't listen to him, angel," Jonathan cooed at you as Jackson finally left the room. You shivered a little as he trailed kisses all over your face and neck, holding you a little tighter. "You're all mine-- you finally know that now, don't you?
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