#she's beautiful sexy pretty. & pretty...fucking terrifying.

[nerdynikki94]

Did anybody else say Mommy when the Waitress kicked that bag?

no...?

just me?

#artemis is undoubtedly my goddess. but the waitress' form was fucking stunning and the power.... #honestly. i want to sub in for gail. #dee was looking so gorgeous. #kaitlin's really showing those men up for best aged. don't even bother @-ing me. I'm right. & that's from a Glirsty Dyke. #she's beautiful sexy pretty. & pretty...fucking terrifying. #iasip #the gang goes bowling #this episode was written for lesbians. but not really for feminists.

[sunnasweet]

Alice and The Android

This is my first time using this account after perusing through the monster-fucker tag, this story is...tentatively a monster-fucker story?? maybe? I don't know where androids fall on the spectrum and this guy's pretty human except with a couple quirks so...?

Anyway, I wrote this in one sitting after I discovered Literotica existed and I wanted to submit a story there so...there's sex. duh. But I'm a Tumblr girl at heart so why not post it here too.

This is dedicated to Lana del Rey because I was listening to Dealer on loop all day writing this.

the tentative 64-character summary that I was allowed : Virgin Alice pays a philosophizing android escort to fuck her.

9.9k words (about 6k words before you hit the porn), heavy on consent, android x female reader, edited? i ran this through grammarly

Alice Walker had a secret, she was a 30-year-old virgin.

That's right, this woman, who wasn't even unattractive had never been filled before. Despite the many dates she went on that never went anywhere and her ever-filling contact comm list, she had never been intimate before.

Why? Great question. Alice was scared–terrified really. At first, it was something of a joke, 18, 19, 20, fine. But after that, it became something of an insecurity. The bridge between her age and experience grew further and further and before she knew it, she was officially in her 30s and certainly not dirty–or so the saying would suggest.

She was worse than a late bloomer. She had bloomed but instead of thriving she wilted. Her garden was empty. A dry, desolate place.

She hadn't even touched herself.

Whenever she thought about it she gave herself a twisted gut. She had considered maybe she was asexual but that wasn't true, she had gotten aroused before, very aroused. She just couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.

Any time things got hot and heavy with a boyfriend she felt so embarrassed about having to admit that she'd never done it before that she'd take the other route and say next time. Until next time became never. She lied now saying she was saving herself for marriage, an old ritual still practiced even in the galaxy. Alice was not religious.

Maybe there was some guilt involved in the act for her. Still, she had no reason for it. Quite the opposite. Like she said, she wasn't religious, her parents were very open and accepting, and she had no insecurities about her body.

Alice knew she was beautiful–or at least, evidence suggested she was. She was tall, lean with heavy breasts and a small pert ass, her nipples were raspberry pink and her face was nothing to shrug at either. She was cute rather than hot, if she had to describe herself and she dressed to emphasize that. Whenever she tried to wear something 'sexy' she looked like a kid playing dress up. In your 20s, that's fine, in your 30s? It was alarming.

She knew she wasn't old. She knew that she was not expiring, despite what her indoctrinated thoughts told her. Sure, she had the starting of some crow's feet and smile lines but she wasn't a child anymore. She was a 30-year-old woman.

A 30-year-old woman who had decided the moment she blew out the candle on her birthday cake–alone, that she would finally make her wish come true.

She was going to lose her virginity.

Alice unpuckered her lips and let the waft of smoke fill her nostrils as she stared around her dark kitchen. She shifted on the stool, her fingers tapping on the countertop. Then, her comm beeped, the screen glazing over her eyes as she got a confirmation notification that her appointment was in an hour. She blinked and she was back in her kitchen staring at her cake. She grabbed a knife and cut herself a slice.

"Happy birthday Alice," she murmurs to herself.

It's not that Alice had no friends. She was a very sociable girl. Maybe that was another reason why the fact she'd never had sex really got to her. She was a very well-adjusted woman. She worked, had a social life, and hung out in the Sector 17 lounges where rich Sector 20 men came to find high-priced escorts. She lived a very satisfying life.

She wanted for little, but what she did want, she couldn't get her mind off of.

She wanted sex and she didn't care if it wasn't special. But she wanted to make sure she picked the right person. Someone who would respect her and make sure she was properly prepared. The man didn't have to love her, but she needed to know that no matter what, at the bare minimum, she'd be treated with basic decency. She didn't like surprises. When she thought of situations she had never been in before her brain automatically went to the darkest scenario.

So no, she hadn't so much as let a man's hand under her panties.

Alice ate her cake slowly, after this, she'd take a shower and get ready for her appointment.

Sector 17 was the upper-class entertainment center. If you wanted something it was there. You just had to find it. So when Alice went looking for a solution to fix her dilemma she was presented with one.

Androids.

State-of-the-art, fully cognizant, customizable sex bots. Or escorts. Whatever.

In 4093, they were identical to humans. It was impossible to tell the difference. Some were servers, some were purchasable spouses, and some were sex bots. The only regulation on androids was that they couldn't run in any political circles but their own.

The way they were programmed, they were able to produce their own thoughts. Maybe they didn't feel anything, but they were real enough for Alice to feel comfortable. She also knew, that while they had some form of free will, their purpose of creation affected their desires and obviously a sex-bot was built to please. So she could say with utmost certainty that what she wanted was what would happen and that's what Alice needed. Certainty. No variables.

She wanted to mark this social achievement off the list.

So as a gift to herself for her birthday, she scheduled a full night appointment with one of the most expensive android escort services she knew of.

It was the price of a single-person emergency escape pod.

Alice saved all year for this and she knew it would be worth every credit.

The Den, which was the name of the business, was a one-of-a-kind business. They didn't just have sex bots. They let you customize your own. Appearance, voice, personality, everything. It was the exact kind of thing Alice salivated for.

Control.

Alice stood. She put her plate and fork in the sink and then quickly washed them. After that, she put her mini birthday cake in the fridge and headed for the bathroom.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her round face made her still look youthful. Her small heart-shaped lips and doe-like eyes exacerbated the fact. She kept her beige-blonde hair long, it reached to her waist in loose ringlets. All things considered. She was generically attractive. Pretty but boring. There was nothing unique about the kind of beauty she had.

She stripped out of her loungewear and stepped into the shower where the water automatically came raining down on her in the warm temperature she preferred.

Exfoliate, shave, wash. It was ritualistic. She smelled almost too clean.

She had shaved practically every part of her below the neck. Her legs, her arms, the unruly strip of hair that went up to her bellybutton on her belly. The only part of her that wasn't bare was her pussy. She had only trimmed her vulva. Something about that hair made her feel sexy which was few and far between.

After that, she tied a tower around her hair and patted dry and slathered moisturizer and a hydrator on her skin. She painted both her fingernails and toenails a simple white. When she looked in the mirror this time she was smooth and shining.

Brush, blowdry, blowout. Her hair felt silky and smooth when she ran her fingers through it.

She wondered if all this effort mattered, if he was programmed to like her wasn't this all useless? She wasn't sure as she pulled out a lingerie set from her dresser.

White lace in a pretty floral pattern for the bra and thong. Her breasts were holstered but her nipples were easily visible through the fabric.

Whatever the answer to her question was didn't matter. For the first time, she felt hot.

She threw on a long trench coat on top of that. It would hide her exposed body and keep her protected from the artificial breeze that randomly emitted on the Omega Station.

Alice pressed the embedded button on the side of her head–her comm unit–and alerted The Den that she was on her way. Alice lived in Sector 13, so she'd have to take the elevator up 4 levels. It would be relatively quick as long as they weren't packed.

~

The elevators had been pretty sparse when Alice arrived. The inside dinged and the doors opened. Alice walked out, her heels click-clacking on the fake concrete tiles of the ground. She shivered as a breeze passed her by and kissed her inner thighs.

Sector 17 was set up like an earthen city. Of course, no one drove but there were still roads and streets. The lamps were lit and the only thing reminding you this was not a real city were the glass walls and ceiling that gave you a beautiful view of space.

It took 20 minutes for Alice to arrive at The Den. When she entered the doors, the first thing she recognized was the smell of spice invading her nose. It smelled…sensual. As did the music sound that quietly played in the background.

Alice kept her eyes down as she passed several men and women in the waiting room. She approached the receptionist at the desk with a slightly flushed face.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The woman asked.

Alice swallowed, and she smiled weakly. "I have an appointment? For..7:30?"

The receptionist nodded with a smile on her red-painted lips and her fingers deftly began to type on the holographic keyboard of her desk, her eyes flitting between her hands and the screen. Several moments later and she gently said 'Ah'

"Yep, I see you right here. Alice Walker, 7:30. You're right on time! That's good, you won't have to wait, we just need to do a quick check-up and then you're good to go."

"Check-up?" Alice asked nervously.

The receptionist nodded, "Mhm, you'll take a standard blood test to make sure you're free of disease and then we need to check you for any weapons." she looked Alice up and down, "It'll only take a minute. You look good to me." as Alice cursed in her head for not wearing actual clothes under the coat. She nodded and the receptionist went back to typing before acknowledging her once more. "Okay, so just head down the hall–" she pointed to the left– "and you can go inside room 10 where your blood test and security check will be done."

Alice quickly nodded and gave a quiet thank you as she nearly bumped into a man who was speed-walking down the hall also looking at the ground. Despite the luxury of this place, it didn't make the reality any different.

This was a brothel.

While she walked down the hall, Alice realized this place was either highly overrated or soundproofed. She couldn't hear a thing coming from the rooms she was passing.

That was good. Really good. Alice didn't want anyone listening in. This whole thing already had her nerves going. Her hands were slightly trembling and she was queasy.

When she reached the 10th door, which was at the end of the hall and not the beginning, she thought to knock but then remembered the presumed soundproofing and pulled the handle. She peeked through a slight crack in the door and saw a woman in a lab coat sitting in a chair next to a table.

Alice took a deep breath and then walked inside.

The woman–a doctor? Instantly smiled like the receptionist and stood.

"Hello Alice, I'm Dr. Sol," she says in a raspy murmur, she held her hand out for Alice to shake. Alice smiled shyly as she shook the woman's hand.

"Nice..nice to meet you."

"Of course." She says, then she lets go of her hand and turns back to the table.

While she did that Alice expected her room for the night. It was nice, really nice. There was a large queen-sized bed on one side of the room, with a reddish brown wood, matching the headboard were two side tables that had lit candles on them placed in clear glass holders.

The carpet under her feet looked plush and there was a second door in this room that she could safely assume was the bathroom.

"Okay, So I'm sure the receptionist told you but we'll just go over it again, today I'll be giving you a quick blood test and security check." The doctor snapped on a latex glove and Alice flinched.

"Can I ask…why is there a security check?" she asks.

The doctor nods, "Believe it or not, a lot of people try to steal our workers."

"Steal? As in kidnapped?

"Yes that's correct, so we've had to implement a security check to make sure no one is smuggling in any weapons, drugs, or outside tools." the doctor confirms and informs her.

Alice raises a brow, "Drugs?"

The doctor nods as she picks up a blood pricker that Alice recognizes from her tri-monthly check-ups with her own doctor. "That's right, drugs. The androids here are highly sophisticated. They are meant for not only this room but also the outside world when needed. Every android is designed with its own mechanical nervous system, brain panel, and circuitry. They are programmed to be unique."

"That's…amazing."

"Quite."

The doctor pricks Alice's finger then she watches it flood into the vial. The doc smiles and turns back around, she places the vial into a tubular device and faces Alice once again.

"Here comes the awkward part, I'm going to need you to undress for me. You can keep your underwear on though." Alice gulps.

She laughs nervously, "About that…" she says. Her shaky hands open her trench coat and she embarrassingly opens it to her lingerie, the doctor laughs.

"Oh!" she says, "Well that certainly makes things easier." she says, "Please remove your coat so I can do a full rotational check, and step out of your heels." Alice nods and follows the doctor's directions.

The doctor does a quick check over Alice's body, inspects her heels then smiles.

"You're all good Ms. Walker."

"Thank you…"

She turns back to the tubular device and hums, "No disease, that's exactly what I want to see." the doctor says, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. She grabs the machine, takes off her gloves then points to a bowl.

"While our Androids are highly specialized, they cannot procreate, however they do ejaculate. So, depending on your preference you can go bare or use a condom," she says, Alice nods wordlessly and the doc gives her a pat on the shoulder. "Alright then Alice, you're all good to go. Your android will be in shortly."

Alice sighs out in relief when the doctor leaves. She looks around the room once more, picks her coat off the ground, and drapes it on the chair. She peeks into the bathroom and spots a fluffy white bathrobe. "Score." She takes it off the hook and wraps it around herself then ties it.

With that, Alice sits on the bed nervously.

She fiddled with her hands on the bed, took some deep breaths then started pacing the room. When the android still didn't arrive, she moved her heels so they hadn't just been sloppily kicked off where someone could trip.

Alice's head snapped when she heard the door rattle slightly and her heart dropped to her gut.

The door slowly opened and revealed the exact man she had spent five hours customizing on her computer two weeks ago.

Tan, tall, broad. He had dark brown hair, so dark it looked black in this light, slicked and styled back but it seemingly looked effortless. His eyes were brown, he had a strong nose and an angular jaw. He was broad and big and suddenly Alice felt embarrassed.

Is this what she had really wanted for her first time? Was this her dream man?

Yes.

Yes, it was, and he was.

He smiled at her with straight white teeth and her eyes widened.

"Hi.." she breathed out, smiling back out of reflex. That seemed to make him smile wider. He was perfect, and not in a way that made him almost creepy. He looked human, his face wasn't completely symmetrical, one of his eyebrows was higher than the other and his eye was a bit thinner on top. She had asked for that. "I'm Alice…"

"I'm Ren." He introduced. It was the only thing she hadn't been able to customize–his name.

She looked at the floor for a moment, scraping her bare foot against the plush carpet and her eyes flitted back up when she heard the door close and lock.

He walked over to her and her eyes got wider than they were before. He crouched before her with that charming smile, crouched like he was about to propose. One leg bent, slumped slightly and an elbow resting on his knee.

"Don't worry." he said, low and smooth, "Everyone's nervous their first time."

Alice swallowed and nodded, "Thanks."

Abruptly he said, "You're beautiful" Alice blushed and smiled shyly.

"You have to say that."

"I still mean it." he said, then looked her up and down again, looking into her eyes, trailing down her neck then resting for a moment on her bare legs "And I have preferences like any person would." admitted the android and her heart started beating double time.

That couldn't be true. Could it?

"Okay.." she says awkwardly and he chuckled.

He reached for her hand and she let him touch her. This was familiar to her. She had been gently touched before, she had let people put their tongues in her mouth. This was okay. This was safe.

His thumb stroked the back of her hand and she shivered.

"Why don't we go sit on the bed?" he asks. She freezes and he laughs again, "To talk. We have all night for that." That. Sex. Intercourse. Fucking. However you wanted to put it, it was all Alice could think about when looking at this male–android? This artificial man.

"Okay…"

"Good."

He stood from his crouched position and helped her out of her seat, he looked her up and down for the third time, leading her to sit on the foot of the bed. Once sat she stared at him with an awed bewildered expression.

He didn't speak at first, content to just let her stare at him while he held and stroked her hand, soon moving to her wrist and then arm…

"Why don't you tell me about yourself Alice?" he encouraged.

She swallowed and nodded, "Well…I work as the assistant for a sector 19 CEO." she started because it was the most interesting thing about her. He nodded.

"Very impressive." he murmured, "I" 'm a SB009 model, which means I am one of the original androids made for The Den."

She took an indrawn breath, "Really?" she asked nervously and slightly relieved.

"Mhm.."

"So you're experienced."

"Quite."

"How experienced would you say?"

He chuckles, "You're pretty nosy." he teased and she flushed.

"Sorry.." she whispered.

Ren shrugged, "I've been working and living as an escort for 3 years, I work 4 days a week. You can do the math unless you would like me to…" he says, trailing off for the first time.

Alice did not need to do the math. If he was having sex at least once a day for 4 days every week…well, she could see why the blood test was necessary. Did he have to take a blood test? What a stupid question! He was a robot, he didn't have blood. Or maybe he does? His hand feels warm…

"Do you get tested?" she asked quizzically, he laughed, seemingly undisturbed by her question.

"I am…" he cleared his throat, "sterilized after every session."

Alice's eyes widened, "Oh." Did that mean he could just remove…? She cleared her throat and nodded. Neat.

He smiled, "Yes." His hand was still stroking the back of her hand and it made it extremely hard to focus on conversation when the most handsome man she had ever seen was sitting right in front of her, smiling and touching her.

"Tell me more about yourself, Alice. Something that's not work-related. What do you like to do with yourself?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your hobbies," he elaborated and she relaxed.

"Oh. Uhm…" Everything Alice did was boring. She shrugs, "I'm more of an R & R type of person…I like to relax…so I go to the spa a lot, or do yoga classes…" he perks at that.

"Yoga huh?" he says, a glimmer in his eye. Her brows furrowed and she nodded, "You're quite flexible then?" she gulped and nodded once again as he chuckled. "That's good. It's good to keep healthy."

"W-what do you do?" she asks, "You said you only work 4 days a week, does that mean you–"

"Have a life outside of The Den?" he finishes for her and she nods. "Yes, I do. There are few times when I need to sleep so I have a lot of free time." That interested her so she nodded again to signal he had her attention. "Well, let's see..how about I tell you how one of my days would normally go?"

"That sounds good."

"Well, I wake up, take a morning run..shower–"

"You can get wet?"

"Yes. I can be fully submerged in water."

"Can you..drown?"

He chuckles, "No. I cannot drown. I don't need air."

"That's amazing." She says slightly awed, "So..theoretically could you live your entire life underwater?" That gave him a pause but eventually, he shrugged.

"Theoretically, yes, but I imagine that would be very lonely."

"You get lonely?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

She frowns, "Yes but…" he smiles at her like they're in on the same secret.

He ignored her, "After my shower, I finally eat and no, it is not necessary to eat but I can eat and I have a digestive system that disintegrates anything I do eat. I have taste receptors. So while I don't need to, I want to." She wonders how many times he's had to explain this to a client.

Alice was not a scientist nor an engineer, she had no idea how a piece of technology could taste but she nodded anyway.

"Then, if I'm not working, we'll just say this is my day off, I will either go visit friends or do an activity." Friends..he had friends. "After that, I will come home," Where was his home? Did he live in The Den? "And I will usually read or watch something before going to bed."

Ren's life sounded simple. Simple but nice.

"That sounds…very peaceful," she says.

He nods, "Yes."

"Do you live here?" she asks.

He shakes his head, "No. I have a regular apartment unit. I am paid credits for my time here at The Den." Alice's eyes widened at that. He lived like a person. He looked like a person. He acted like a person. Doesn't that make him one? Or is this just an extraordinarily sophisticated list of code? Maybe he was lying. Maybe this was the backstory they created him with. She hadn't gotten to customize his backstory…

"That's all very interesting." she says, "You have friends? Are they androids like you?"

"Most of them, yes. I have very few human friends."

"Why is that?"

He smiled but she couldn't understand what was so amusing.

Finally, he shrugged, "It is just how things have turned out."

"Do you enjoy your job?"

"I…" he paused, "do you?" he asked.

She shrugged as well. "It's work. It pays for the bills." Ren nodded.

"That is what I think as well."

That made Alice's stomach twist. So he would just tolerate tonight? The way Alice understood how androids work was that they had a natural favor for their purpose but now this android was personally telling her he did not enjoy his work but merely did it because it was what he was paid to do.

"Do you get treated well here?" she asked a little quieter.

"Very well," he says.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Tell me more." Alice wanted him to elaborate. She wanted to make sure this man wasn't being treated like some Sector 2 low-class gigolo.

"Well," he seemed to shift positions, then he looked at the bed. "Come lay down with me then I'll tell you." he bargained which shocked her. She didn't know he was allowed to do that. But I guess he didn't owe her anything from his personal life.

She nodded without hesitation, crawling further onto the bed and laying against the headboard. He did the same, one arm thrown over her shoulder and pulling him into her side which made her heart race, and the other doing that same circling motion he was doing on the back of her hand the whole time they spoke. She wanted to know more about an–this android's life.

"Let's see," he says, clicking his tongue. He raises a finger. "I get 60% of the profits The Den makes off my clients." Alice's eyes widened at that. "I'm allowed to reject clients if I don't feel comfortable or attracted to them."

"Attracted?" she asks, "How do you know you're attracted to something?" she asks. He was a robot. He couldn't feel at least, not in the way she could.

"How do you know?"

She thought about that, "I just know.."

"Precisely." he says, "I just know."

Her lips thinned and cheeks flushed as she had two realizations. The one that made her blush was that he specifically accepted her as his client because he was attracted to her.

"Keep going..what else."

"I get maintenance insurance." he then says and she laughs.

"You're kidding" he got health insurance for robots? It was both hilarious and sad that something like that existed.

She was beginning to get more and more comfortable with Ren as he spoke, telling her about all the benefits he received from working at The Den. She even found herself subtly cuddling into him as she listened to him. At some point, she even started to rest her head on his shoulder.

Alice only noticed that when his hand had started to play with her hair. She shivered. This was all very…intimate. She had expected something a lot more primitive. She guessed this was what her money was paying for.

He felt so real and from what he was telling her, (if he wasn't lying) by all means she would consider this artificial man a real one.

She understood now why the Android Protectant Program existed. They discussed android rights with both the human and alien commanders of Omega Station.

"Alice?"

She refocused on him, "Yes?"

He smiled, "Should we get started now that we know each other better?" Alice looks him in the eyes nervously.

"Maybe we can talk some more?" She asked.

He nodded, "We can do that." he murmured, he stroked her scalp, "We can just talk all night if that's what you want." Alice leaned into his touch, sighing softly.

She wanted to take him up on that offer and back out of her birthday goal.

"Today's my birthday.." she says loosely, moving further into his body.

He looked down at her, "Happy birthday Alice."

"Thank you, Ren."

He shifted, turning towards her further, his hand moved from her scalp to her cheek. Stroking it with his thumb and her eyes widened. "Tell me more."

"More?"

"About you.."

"Oh."

She swallowed, and shrugged, getting distracted by his touch. "I'm uhm, 30…single obviously, you already know I'm a PA. What else can I tell you?"

Ren laughed, "I'm sure you're more interesting than that."

Ouch.

"Not really.." she muttered.

"No?"

"No."

"You're single? How many boyfriends have you had?" he asked, trying to dig out more from her. "Who was your first love?"

Her brows rose, "My first love huh?" she paused, "Well, I've had about..5 boyfriends? All of them lasted longer than a year." Until they realized she wasn't going to put out. "As for my first love—" Alice had to think long and hard about that.

Her first love.

She didn't really have one?

If she had, she wouldn't be a virgin anymore, she would have found that one person who she could relax with and trust to take care of her and not make fun of her for her inexperience. She wouldn't be here at all.

"I don't think I've had one yet," she replied, soft and honest.

"Me neither." he sympathizes like he understands.

She didn't want to comment on the fact that of course, he had not had his first love yet. He was a robot. He might feel things like attraction and be capable of taste, but she did not think that meant he could love. She did not think a machine was capable of that. However, she didn't want to hurt his 'feelings.'

His thumb began to trace over her bottom lip and her eyes were falling heavy.

"What did you wish for on your birthday today Alice?" he asks.

Her eyes open back up, and she flushes. "I can't tell you."

"No?"

"No. It's bad luck." She lies. An old earth superstition.

He raises a brow, "Are you religious?"

"No."

He hummed, "But you believe in superstition?"

"Don't you?" she asks.

"No," he says almost automatically. "I do not believe in something that cannot be proved."

She laughed softly, "I forget you're just a piece of machinery." she said lightly, but she realized she'd offended him when his eyes narrowed and that wonderful stroking he'd been stopped.

His eyes slightly narrowed. They both went silent and it felt wrong and awkward. She had been getting along with him so well and she just ruined it.

"I-I mean…" she tried to backpedal but well, what she said is the truth. He was a machine. She looks into his…annoyed? Eyes but failed to come up with a better response before asking, "What do you consider yourself." she asks.

"I am not just a piece of technology," he said and she heard an undercurrent of irritation in his voice. "I am a highly competent, highly sophisticated, adaptable piece of tech." he explains, then takes a breath, "I can adapt just as quickly, if not quicker than a human which is what humans are known for no?"

"Uh…I guess?" She didn't know what humans were 'known' for to androids but to the intergalactic community, they were known as barbaric warmongers. But she didn't think that's what they were talking about here. "You can't feel it though, I think that's what makes humanoid species so special."

Air whistled between his perfect teeth and she knew she said the wrong thing.

"I feel," he says defensively. "I witness a situation and react"

"That's not what feeling is." she says lightly, "Feeling is…I don't know. Inherent. They can't be programmed in. You might be a good mimic but I don't think you feel emotion." She didn't know why she was debating with this android. Why she was pushing him further and further in the way as his…anger rose?

"I feel, I can tell you what I'm feeling now."

"What?" she asks softly. "What are you feeling?"

"Inhuman."

"You are inhuman."

"You know what I mean. You're making me feel like I'm not a person. That I am…just a tool." This seemed to weigh heavily on him and it was clear this was not just a one-off conversation but a hardcore belief of his.

"I…" she's at a loss for words. "I'm sorry." she tries. Cringing when she realizes how disingenuous that sounds. "I didn't mean to make you think that. I think you're a person in a way…" she murmurs.

He seemed to relax, "you do?"

"You have free will don't you? No one has to constantly reprogram their movements throughout the day. You can think and do things because of all the information that has been given to you…that's what people do."

"Yes." he agrees, seeming to get less stiff as she kept talking. "Yes." he repeated softly, "You understand."

"I think I do." she says, "But technically speaking, you are a machine," she says, trying to correct her previous statement. "You're made of wires and circuitry."

"And you're made of bone and marrow, but I don't see how that means anything." she sighs in response. He taps her cheek, "Explain it to me, tell me why you think that makes me less of a person."

"I didn't say that"

"No. But that's what you meant."

"I-" She's at a loss for words. Why did this matter? This isn't what they were here for. She didn't need to do whatever they were doing. "I don't have a good argument for you, I'm not an engineer," she murmurs

"And yet."

"Why do you care?" Can he even do that or was his technical procedure to be argumentative to keep her talking? They certainly weren't connecting…

Or were they?

"Wouldn't you care if some species told you that you weren't what you know you are." he asks then continues before letting her respond, "Wouldn't you want to prove them wrong, especially if you like this person."

Alice's eyes widen and she swallows.

He liked her.

Or so he says.

"You keep comparing yourself to me."

"We are alike," he says, stubbornly.

"Not in the way you think."

"You're wrong."

She sighs, "Maybe."

Wearing her down seemed to please this android immensely. He had gone back to absentmindedly stroke her skin. She was not winning this argument but she wasn't very sure if she cared about that before.

"You said you had few human friends," she says wearily. "Why is that?"

"I'm only friends with people who consider me a real person." Oh.

That was… really fucking sad.

"Do you consider me a friend? I think you're a real person."

He stares at her for a few seconds, his thumb returned to her bottom lip, this time tugging it down slightly. He could slip his thumb into her mouth if she parted her teeth ever so slightly.

"No. No, I don't," he spoke quietly.

Ouch.

She tried not to feel hurt by that. She was just his client after all. She nodded. She wanted to be hurt but he was so damn distracting.

"Do you still want to talk?" he murmured.

Did she?

"I want to tell you something first…" she says nervously.

That seemed to catch his interest, and he nodded. "Go on."

"I…so the reason I'm here–" she started. Rambling a bit about how it was her birthday and how she just turned 30 today she thought this would be a good solution to her problem–" I've never had sex before." she admitted quietly.

She expected this android to laugh at her, or look at her like she was undesirable but he didn't.

"You are?" he asked gently, "You came here so you could lose your virginity?"

"Yeah.."

"You mean, you came to me because you want me to deflower you?" she shivered at his words.

"Y-yes…"

There was a distinct hunger in his eyes that shocked her. She didn't feel ashamed, she felt wanted. This was not the reaction she had been expecting. Questions about why she waited so long? Yes. Indifference? Maybe. But not…Hunger.

He licked at his lips. "Have you kissed before?" he asked and she looked aghast.

"Of course!" she said and he laughed, "Of course I-I have…I've just never gone…well I've

never done anything that involved me taking my clothes off."

He seemed amused by that, "There's a lot you can do without taking your clothes off Alice." her brows crinkled.

"I've only kissed. I've made out with men. I've had a boyfriend, several like I told you."

"Uh huh." he nodded but his mind seemed to be somewhere else. "Alice…"

"Yes?"

"I've been waiting to see what you've got hidden under that damned robe for a full hour now…"

Her cheeks heated, and she squirmed. Her lace lingerie. She had forgotten all about it.

"Uhm…"

"Alice," he said, stroking her face, coaxing her. "Are you ready?"

"Maybe?"

"I need a yes Alice," he says seriously.

She could see that he meant it.

She nodded slightly dazed, "Yes Ren."

The man practically lunged for her. She yelped as he flung himself atop her, her eyes widened and she couldn't help but giggle when he placed her arms spread out like a starfish. He looked back into her eyes.

"Yes?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He opened the robe and sucked in a breath.

"Oh Alice," he said, his eyes slightly widened and lips parted. His hands hovered above her like he didn't know where to touch first. She bit her lip.

Waiting, wanting, needing. She needed him. She wanted him to just do whatever he was going to do because at this point just straddling her hips and staring enraptured by her breasts made her feel good. She needed him to keep touching her.

"I expected them to be small…" he murmured, taking a cupful of her tits with one hand, she breathed out in a whoosh. "This is better," he remarks.

His other hand slipped a finger under the strap of the white bralette and it snapped back against her shoulder. She let out another breath.

"This is nice. Pretty." He said, "Do you want me to take it off?" He asked on tenterhooks. His eyes flitted from her bralette to her face. Up and down, up and down, she could tell when he spotted her nipple in the almost see-through fabric because his eyes stayed there for a long time before he looked back to her face.

"Eventually."

"Thank god." he groaned and she curled her lip into a smile.

"I thought you said you weren't religious?"

"I'm not but maybe for you"

That made her fully smile. He was charming. She could give him that. Alice had to remind herself that this was not as real as she'd like it to be. That she paid him a hefty sum–60% of which would land right into his pocket–to be here, doing this.

He certainly didn't look like he was just tolerating her like she had previously worried.

His thumb with the hand cupping her breast circled her hardened nipple and she sighed in contentment. This was the second time she had let someone do this before. Her very last boyfriend before she swore them off.

His other thumb was tracing the band of her bralette.

He slipped his hand underneath the fabric, watching her face carefully as she did it.

"Yes?"

"Yes." she breathed out.

"Fuck." he murmured, squeezing her breast, she shivered and he circled her nipple. Skin to skin. His other hand went underneath the bralette and she moaned softly and he massaged her breasts, groping her.

"Take it off please," she asked softly.

He laughed bewildered, "Please? You're going to beg me?" he asked, "you don't have to beg me for anything Alice, I should be begging you."

She had no clue how to respond to that.

He was really very good with his words. He made this experience feel a lot more intimate than it probably was. It made her…trust him. Other than the fact he was a professional. He was also giving her a lot of control with him asking if what he did was okay. She liked that. It made her feel safe.

The white lace bralette didn't have a clip so he pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side.

He stared at her bare breasts for a long while and she felt embarrassed about how they pointed in opposite directions from her chest. She moved to cover them but he shook his head.

"Don't do that." he said, then backtracked, "No, actually do it. Touch your tits for me Alice." her eyes widened and her stomach curled. In a good way for the first time.

"How should I…?"

"Whatever feels good," he said, already moving his hands to touch other parts of her body now that she had agreed to take care of her breasts.

He watched her avidly, his eyes flicking between her breasts and face, it seemed he couldn't make up his mind on which he wanted to see. Alice sighed and started to gently stroke her nails over her right breast.

Alice didn't have too much sensitivity in her breasts but doing it in front of someone made it far more exciting for her. She liked Ren's rapt gaze. She gave her breasts a squeeze on both sides then mimicked the way he had circled her nipple. Touching the sides then rubbing the tips.

"Mhm.." he nodded, "Like that." he encouraged and she swallowed.

While she did that, he began to run his hands all over her. He ran a hand down the valley between her breasts, then her ribcage and her soft belly last. It made her feel ticklish, she squirmed a bit but he didn't seem to mind.

As she circled her nipples he stroked her thighs and instinctually she let them fall open. His eyes snapped up to hers and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong that he hadn't even gotten the chance to appreciate.

"Yes," she said a bit breathless before he inevitably asked himself.

He nodded eagerly and began pulling them down. She lifted her hips and then bent her knees when they got stuck because she was lying down. He slipped them off one ankle, then the neck, and tossed it wherever her bra had ended up. She was completely naked now.

"Beautiful," he murmurs.

"You..you have to say that," she said, slightly panting out of arousal. She was getting turned on by just his long drawn-out looks. He shook his head.

"I don't." he says, "I could say nothing and skip straight to eating your pussy." he says. Her eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"I do that sometimes. When I'm strapped for credits and need to take on an extra client or two who isn't my type."

"Ren…" she said, breathy. "Don't say that, it's rude."

"Sorry." he looked up at her, "But you are beautiful."

She nodded slightly, "Thank you."

"Mhm.." he hummed, then spread her thighs apart, "Sweet too, you're sweet." he says, "My sweet girl.." the words come out in a gentle purr and his eyes widened when he watched a clear bead of slick drip down her pussy to her ass.

That seemed to set him off, he lifted her hips off the bed and laid her legs over his shoulders.

"You're still dressed!" She said a little panicked. She was nervous.

He grinned up at her, "after." is all he said before burying his face into her cunt.

She gasped and her hands bunched into the sheets, she lifted her hips further to get closer to his already intruding tongue.

"Ren!"

"Mmm…." he sucked and laved, his wide tongue starting with long strips up her seam then getting nose deep into her. His tongue prodded at her entrance and she squirmed.

"Oh..!" she whined. "Wait…!" she was distressed, she felt…weird.

He lifted his head and she whimpered at the bottom half of his face. His skin was shiny.

"What?" he asked like he had been disturbed by something very important.

"I…I don't know," she whispered.

His face softened, "Too fast?" he asked, seeming to calm. She wanted to say yes but she shook her head no. She wanted to feel that again. To try again.

"I'm ready now," she murmurs.

"Yes?"

"Yes." she breathes out.

He dipped his face back between her legs and she shot up this time. Balancing herself on her elbows as he sucked on her clit instead of just brushing over it with his tongue.

She was moaning now, it was undeniable, the keening noises coming straight from her mouth. It made her a little embarrassed. She thought she sounded obnoxious but he seemed not to mind it and used it as a measure of when he could push her further.

One hand was placed on her mound, pulling the skin upwards so he had more access to her clit. It made her hiss. Too much! She didn't stop him though, she squeezed her eyes closed. His other hand slid inside her thigh and then towards her cleft.

He inserted the very tip of his finger into her and she felt the slightest stretch. There was no discomfort, she was too wet for that. His eyes met hers as he slowly slipped the finger in, in one go. Her mouth dropped into an 'o' shape and she was starting to breathe heavily.

His finger was knuckled deep inside her and then he was pulling it out, before he could fully remove himself, he slid forward again. Alice made a terrible sound, something that didn't sound sexy but was primal.

Ren seemed to like that so he did the same thing, again, and again. He sucked her clit and fingered her like an expert–because he was.

Her eyes went closed again and she just let herself feel and hear the wet sensations and sounds.

It sounded downright perverse with the occasional moan and groan coming from the man between her legs. She couldn't bear to look. It was too arousing and embarrassing. But it was finally happening. Alice was going to lose her virginity tonight.

A man–artificial man, was eating her pussy and soon, he'd fuck it.

She could feel something building within her. A heat and pressure that was driving her insane. She wasn't quite sure if she was supposed to be doing something but she could do little more than buck herself against Ren's face and pull at his hair in an attempt to get him closer. If that was even possible.

The feeling was startling and amazing, she whined out Ren's name. Calling for him and her stomach was starting to tighten as her legs locked.

"Oh–!" she gasped as he retracted his face from her thighs.

She looked at him bewildered, they stared at each other for a moment and she had been stunned into silence. She was breathing heavily while he looked at her with a smug grin.

He let her legs fall from his shoulders and backed up just enough to let her watch him remove his shirt. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans next but all she could pay attention to was his muscled torso.

He wasn't lean and lithe–no, she hadn't asked for that. He was broad and bulky, there were defining lines that clued her into his physique but his stomach was a little softer. His arms flexed and bulged. She bit her lip, she couldn't wait until he was on top of her.

He grinned down at her, "I won't ask if you like what you see, because I know you do."

Ren was right.

Alice had completely customized Ren from the ground up. From his body type to the light spackling happy trail that gave way to–oh.

His conservative 5 ½ in member. Which sounded like plenty for a novice like her. She didn't want to be impaled the first time or ever really.

"Yeah…" she nodded and agreed in a daze. It was like he was hypnotizing her. Her eyes flitted to his thick thighs then back to the already hard cock between them. It curved slightly, had enough girth for her thumb and index finger to circle and then there were the veins. She thought–knew those would feel good.

He smiles down at her. All charm.

She lay there like a doll, just ready for him to get back on top of her.

"Though I'd love to see it, I won't ask you to take me in your mouth today." again, another nod though she didn't really digest what he was saying

He put his knee back onto the foot of the bed and it was over from there when he dragged her down and positioned her spread eagle–knees slightly bent.

He kneeled between her legs.

Ren looked at her face while his hands stroked her thighs. "What do you want sweet Alice?" sweet? "Hm?"

She didn't answer because she thought it was rhetorical and he chuckled.

He slightly patted her outer thigh, "Tell me."

"Tell you?" she asked.

"What you want."

She bit her lip a little confused.

"You?" she said though it came off more as a question than a statement.

Ren smiled. "Uh-huh. But what part of me?" he spoke, coaxing her.

"Your…?" she trailed off but didn't finish the sentence.

"Go on, tell me, sweetheart."

Her eyes flitted to the side and she murmured "Your uhm..I want.." she breathed. "I want your cock." she said and his grin broadened.

"That's my girl." he praised and it gave her not only butterflies but a severely aching pussy. "You ready, sweet thing?"

"Yeah…"

"Good." she watched. She couldn't look away, from his hand grasping his stiff cock. He stroked it once, twice–three times. He grabbed her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid forward.

They both groaned as he slid between her vulva.

He did it a couple of times, bumping her clit with his tip before he seemed to get impatient with that and tease her entrance.

"Ren." she gasped as he moved inside ever so slightly.

"Hm?" he hummed absently, looking at nothing but their soon conjoined parts. "What is it?"

"It…feels weird," she says.

His eyes flit up, "Bad weird? Does it hurt?"

"No…" God no. She was too slick for something like that. Her juices had gone from coating her ass and inner thighs to the sheets beneath her by now. "Just weird…"

His neck strained and his jaw clenched, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

He breathed in relief then slid further in and she keened.

He stopped again, letting her adjust. She stared at him with wide-open eyes, unable to do anything but watch what was being done to her–because frankly, she wasn't doing shit but laying there.

"Uh huh." he murmured, moving in again, just an inch, "gods" he hissed. He glared at the ceiling and paused. "You're killing me."

"Sorry." She wasn't and he seemed to sense it.

Another inch, she gasped, then another, and the both of them moaned. Then, finally, he was to the hilt. He didn't move a muscle. Just stood there with his eyes clenched.

"Something wrong?" she asked softly, a little breathless but mostly just feeling full.

"Not at all. Everything's great." his eyes searched for hers and he cupped her cheek and leaned forward. "Perfect." it was at that moment, she realized they had not kissed yet.

Maybe he seemed to realize it too because he was bending forward, causing her to moan with pleasure and anticipation as he buried himself deeper from the position he was moving into. He moved his hand to the nape of her neck and pushed her towards him.

His lips met hers and he groaned, shifting his hips forward. Rocking against her.

"Ngnh"

Her mouth opened and he didn't hesitate to take advantage of the fact as he explored her mouth with his wet, hot tongue.

This she knew how to do as they teasingly stroked one another's not giving too much or too little but just enough. He thrust forward unexpectedly and she moaned. How was she going to live without this? It took her an entire year to save up for Ren. How the hell was she going to just give this–him up?

His hips shifted again and they both pulled away to breathe out, he wasn't moving in and out, he was pushing himself deeper and deeper, going in, in, in as she writhed around him.

She was beginning to pulse again and he groaned before pulling out.

"What are you doing?" she whined.

He didn't speak.

Instead, he grabbed her by the hips and turned her onto her belly. His hands massaged her ass momentarily but then he was at her cleft.

He slid in without a word and they both groaned in response. There was no need for a waiting period. He could thrust in and out as much as he liked. He pulled out halfway before going into the hilt again. He wasn't going particularly fast but his balls still slapped against her cunt now.

The noises were lewd and wet.

It sounded…squishy.

"Ren.." she called. Gripping the sheets. "Please…" she begged, "Faster."

"Mmm…"

He did as she asked, moving at a quicker pace but remaining deep inside her. One arm was wrapped around her hips to keep her pinned to him and the other was on her ass.

Experimentally, she tried to meet his thrusts and he moaned in encouragement.

He lasted about 2 minutes doing that before he groaned, buckling forward. "Fuck. That's it sweetheart." he hissed. "That's fucking it" she whined in response, her ass slapping against his hips over and over.

Suddenly, she felt vibrations coming from inside her. Her mouth dropped open, eyes peeled back and a hoarse cry came out of her mouth.

She paid extra for that. She forgot all about it completely.

She pushed back against him frantically, fucking herself onto his vibrating cock.

Alice whimpers and Ren pulls her hair to the side, he kisses her shoulder and then buries his face into the crook of her neck breathing her in with another groan. He spoke into her ear, raspily telling her how good she felt.

"So warm.." he murmured. "Your pussy is clenching onto cock so tightly." he hissed.

Her abdomen was tightening, she could feel the pressure of her orgasm growing tighter and tighter and it made her scared. She was making a rhythmic "uhn!" sound nonstop, growing higher and higher pitched.

"Yes." he crooned, "that's it sweet girl, cum on my cock."

"I-I can't!" she wheezed, "Oh no, no, no! I'm scared!" The tightness was so strong she was scared she was going to…she didn't know, but tears were prickling at her eyes and a large arm wrapped around her chest. Pulling her back against Ren's torso, she gasped with an arched back, "Agnh!"

Just before she thought it was finally going to happen, she wailed when he started mercilessly rubbing her clit back and forth. She was yelling–shrieking incoherent words.

"You can baby, cum for me." He encouraged me once more. "It's going to feel so good just let go.."

And she did.

Her voice cracked as she screamed out her orgasm, her toes curling, her back arching as her head flung back against Ren's shoulder. He was fucking into her with no end in sight as this happened and she felt the pulsing of her pussy, she was crying now. All of that pressure released into one big wave of euphoria, Ren let out his own shout of satisfaction and she was filled with an oozing warmth that made her keen.

Then, it was all gone and she was a twitching sobbing mess.

Ren immediately took her down onto the bed, rolling them over so that his back was against the mattress and she was between his legs, she could feel his now soft cock on her lower back as she panted.

"You did so well." he murmured, "So, so good sweetheart." she groaned in response, her eyes falling heavy and tired. His hands were in her hair, stroking her scalp while the other stroked her tummy.

"Ren…" she croaked.

He hummed, "I know." He said, "I know."

Did he know? Because she had no idea what she had been about to say. All she knew was that she felt exhausted and scared and the way he was assuring her of how good she had done was making her feel warm and sleepy.

" 'm tired.." she slurred.

"You can just sleep, Alice." he suggested softly, "I'll be here. You have me all night. I'm here."

The reminder of their time slot made her shiver a bit but she ignored it. She switched to her stomach and crawled atop him, throwing her body on his, and passed out. She heard the faint sound of a chuckle before she was out of it.

In the morning, Alice's eyes fluttered open to the surprise of Ren.

He was still here and it was–her eyes glazed over as she checked her comm for the time–morning. She had thought he'd leave while she was asleep but that did not seem to be the case

She was tempted to wake him up but instead she ever so carefully disentangled herself from his body.

When she was standing she looked down at him. They had fallen asleep above the covers and he was splayed out. His head tilted to the side the same way soft his cock was while it rested on his abdomen.

Again.

She felt tempted to touch him but wasn't that against the rules? Their time was over…

Expectedly, that did not sit well with her.

Instead, she shook her head and snuck off into the bathroom. She needed a shower. She had dried…cum? 'Ejaculate' dried on her inner thighs.

Before she could close the door however it seemed she had woken him up.

Ren strolled into the bathroom with a smile on his sleepy face.

Alice stared at him through the mirror, half curious and half admiring his chest. He walked behind her, draping his arms around her waist before resting his chin on her neck.

She was slightly startled but didn't move.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously.

"Holding you," he responded easily.

Well of course but...?

"Why?" She asks, concerned but also hopeful.

Alice could admit it. She wanted to see him again.

"Because I want to." he once again responded with ease. It was so simple, wasn't it?

"Why do you want to?" She asks softly.

He looks into her eyes through the mirror, kissing her neck before answering, "Because I had a really good time last night."

"Yeah but..."

"But what?" He was slightly frowning now.

"I hired you."

"I don't care," he said, then paused. "Unless you care. I connected with you last night, did you connect with me?" Alice's eyes widened. How could he possibly just admit that? didn't he have any concern for his heart?

No, because he didn't have one.

She looked back at him, "I did..."

"Good."

"Isn't this against some rule?" she asks.

"What?"

"Asking a client out."

"Uh," his eyes glaze over, and rapidly data scrolls over his eyes. They cleared. "No."

"Really?"

"Mhmm.." he hummed.

This was all so bizarre. Could it be that simple? He wanted to date her so now they were? Life didn't work like that, did it? Alice had been wrong, nothing about this night had been safe nor had she had any control over it whatsoever.

He wanted her. She wanted him. That was simple.

Hell. She decided to take a risk.

"So are we actually friends now?" She asked.

"No Alice," he smiled, "We are certainly not just friends," he spoke and her heart leapt.

She searched his eyes. Did he really like her? He had said so before they had sex but now it felt a little more genuine. She licked her dry lips and he stared at her expectantly. She had no idea how this would work but she was willing to give it a shot. She gave a shy nod.

He grinned. "Yes?"

"Yes."

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“That’s My Spot”

Nonidol!Yunho x reader (afab) nsfw

Synopsis: A double date with your best friend Yunho leads to something more.

genre: Best friend to lovers, smut, slight angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: possessiveness/jealousy, smut of the penetrative kind. no condoms were used- don't be silly wrap your willy. Creampie, oral(receiving), fingering- some manhandling, and a bit rough. everything is consensual cuz consent is king.

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After your last relationship you were pretty terrified to get back into the dating scene, but over two years single and one night stands weren’t cutting it, even if it was every few months at least. That’s why you had accepted your latest offer of a date, from the barista at one of your favorite cafe’s, but not without a catch: you asked for a double date.

Really you were just too scared to go on said date alone and had begged your best friend to accept the offer and go with you, which your date was okay with. Even found had a friend who was willing to join in the blind date. The whole situation was awkward, but the simple fact Yunho was going to be there made it a whole lot less awkward for you.

It was a dinner, Yunho having picked you up from your apartment so that you would actually be on time to the restaurant. It was nicer than the ones you would normally go to, so you opted for a dress while Yunho even wore a grey suit jacket over a white button up- you opted for not looking at his pants, just noting they were slacks, as something about him being all dressed up had your stomach tightening anxiously.

You didn’t know it was worse for Yunho. More often than not the two of you were more like bros, wearing casual clothes, sweats, or even pajamas in each other’s presence; so seeing you dolled up and in a dress that rode up mid thigh, your fingers playing with the hem in his passenger seat, had drove him crazy. But not as much as the fact that despite you looking so beautiful, sexy even, in his car, it wasn’t for him.

His silence for the car ride hadn’t helped your nerves and your constant fidgeting hadn’t helped his, so by the time you arrived at the restaurant and met your respective dates, both of you were on high alert with anxiety. Yunho was the tallest of the four of you, even your date had to tilt his head back just a bit to look up at him during introductions. He wasn’t unattractive, neither was the friend he brought, but Yunho thought you put her to shame. She had recently bleached hair, and wearing a black dress cut too low for his liking unlike yours that gave a modest peak but was still enough.

He figured she would at least be a good fuck, so he wasn’t coming out of this empty handed, but he found out rather quickly he didn’t give two shits about sleeping with her, in fact he already forgot her name by the time the four of you were seated. Your date, Taehyung, had his attention more.

All because he sat to your left, which had always- always - been Yunho’s spot since the two of you met back in grade school. He always sat to your left, but somehow he was across the table from you, the blonde sitting to his right and paying him no mind.

By the time food actually got there, you seemed to be the only one paying any attention to him at all, playing matchmaker with him and the blonde while you would go red at Taehyung’s shy flirtations. Yunho opted to stay quiet, noting the way the blonde next to him was clearly interested in your date but he wasn’t giving her as much attention as he was you. Really, he should be glad a guy was interested in you and making you gush like a preteen school girl in a way he hadn’t seen since, well, school- but the fact of the matter was, he wasn’t.

He had to accept the truth that he wanted to be the one making you flustered and hide behind your water; that he wanted to be the one you were on a date with, that you dressed up for... he wanted to be yours. Yunho was ready to call it a 

night, because while he wanted that, he was your best friend first, and while that didn’t curb his anger, he could get it out in other ways.

He turned to the blonde, drinking his coke slowly as he had caught her sneering at you, both you and your date oblivious. Now that- that he wasn’t going to tolerate, and perhaps he should’ve. “I don’t appreciate you glaring at my friend; I’m your date, not him.” He also could’ve said it better, but too late now.

His jab had gotten your attention and in turn Taehyung. Both of you looked to the blonde in confusion while Yunho put his glass down. Blondie’s cheeks were bright red, glaring at him now. Taehyung called out to her, asking for an explanation in a far more gentle tone than Yunho would have used.

“She’s just not even that pretty! Giggling like a damn idiot over every little thing you say.” Instead of dropping it, the blonde just seemed to dig her grave further.

Yunho wasn’t about to let some strange bimbo insult you and dictate who you were good enough for, so he stood slowly, pulling his wallet out and placing enough cash on the table to cover yours and his meal plus some. “We’re leaving, you two have some talking to do.”

“We? Yunho?” You looked up at him, eyes wide and teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. It was a nervous habit of yours he knew well, but currently he couldn’t be bothered to try and ease your discomfort. “Why?”

“I just said why. This chick clearly wishes she was in your spot right now-” look who is talking, hypocritically of you huh? He mentally chastised himself, motioning between the two and taking note of how Taehyung had softened towards the blonde at his words. “I’m not going to stick around and watch, so either we can leave now or you can meet me in the car when you’re done.” He fixed you with a look that seemed rather impassive or void of emotion as he gripped the table and leaned forward a bit.

You had never seen him fix you with a look like that before, but your body reacted immediately, stomach twisting and thighs pressing together. He had been watching you most of the night, which you had been aware of, and truthfully it had been his eyes on you that had you flustered most of the night. Taehyung was nice, sweet and charming even, but you had noticed he seemed to be trying to hard. Now that he was practically staring at the blonde with doe eyes you realized he had been trying to do the same thing you had been doing: trying not to get flustered over someone who wasn’t your date. 

Neither the blonde or Taehyung protested as Yunho urged once more with a lift of his brow. “Are you coming?”

“Yes sir.” You squeaked out, quickly rising to your feet as embarrassment flooded you; where had the ‘Sir’ come from? Well, you didn’t seem to care where it did, only that it made Yunho’s gaze darken and burn on you even more before he was walking pass you, grabbing your left wrist and tugging you along. He was a bit rough, and it was a struggle to keep up with his long strides, but you didn’t protest.

You had never seen Yunho like this, worked up in some way, but it was hot.

By the time you were sitting in the passenger seat again, your brain finally caught up with the realization that your underwear wasn’t dry any more, and it had nothing to do with the man you left in the restaurant.

And everything to do with the man sitting on the other side of the car, gripping the steering wheel, but not starting the car. “Yunho?” Slowly you turned to him, biting down once more on your lip when you noticed veins in his hands practically bulging from his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes on the dash. “Yunho say something... you’re worrying me.”

It occured to you he was angry, but at what you had no idea. Or well, you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and figure it out as it was still trying to process that from the moment you saw Yunho at your front door you had wanted him to be your date, and not just because you wanted him sexually, which was a whole lot to process there. You knew he was attractive, liked the fact his size made you feel safe and secure like a giant teddy bear, but now you couldn’t stop thinking about what else he could do with that size- and what else was big.

Funny how now that the figurative dam of your emotions broke, your incessant need for him was at the forefront, dominating every part of you. At least until your stomach began to twist with a growing fear that is. Yunho had finally started the car, driving a bit quicker than he normally would and he was already a somewhat scary driver. 

You were tense in the passenger seat, fidgeting with the hem of your dress and shifting your legs often, making it harder for yunho to find the right words to speak. Every time he thought he could speak up and apologize or something, you were shift in his peripheral and all thoughts would be gone aside from ones he definitely should not be having of his best friend. How would your thighs look slightly bruised from his hands? Or better yet wrapped around his face, or around his waist. 

Every time your tongue would slip out to ease your swollen lip after biting on it, he would wonder how it would look running up his cock. He gripped the wheel tighter the whole way to your apartment, pulling up and parking after a silent drive. He had been too wrapped up in his thoughts not to notice the way your eyes shone with unshed tears. 

He just needed to look in your direction, which he wouldn’t, not until you were leaning over the center console and tugging on his jacket, too anxious to leave the car without a response from him. Now that you realized your feelings you hope you didn’t just ruin your friendship as well. “Please don’t be mad at me Yunho, I’m really sorry this was a shitty date- I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”

You would have continued to apologize if he didn’t grit out your name through clenched teeth. “I’m not mad- just go inside.” It took everything in Yunho to say those words, silently cursing himself knowing that he definitely did sound angry. He wasn’t, fuck he wasn’t, he just couldn’t look at you without having the urge to do something stupid. You had wanted to date that guy tonight, Yunho wasn’t even an option on your radar and yet you were now the only option for him.

“Liar! Yunho-” You whined, tugging on his jacket more until he pulled away. You were fighting off tears, and the underlying voice in your mind that was admiring how attractive he was with a clenched jaw and a death grip on the steering wheel. Even though you were parked and the car was off, he didn’t move an inch from his spot, as if ready to drive off the moment you stepped out; so you refused to leave the car. “What was it? Was it the blonde? Or Taehyung? Are you upset that I’m a big idiot for going on such a date ‘cause I am-” You started to ramble out apologies, each one ticking off Yunho even more.

When you sat back, once more playing with the hem of your dress even more panicked then before, he snapped. Quickly he got out of the car, slamming the door before quickly striding around to your door. You visibly sank further into the seat when he pulled the door open, a whimper leaving your lips as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up and out with a gentleness Yunho was surprised he could even manage right now.

The second he saw tears running down your face, another apology spilling from your reddened lips, he boxed you in against the frame of the car, unable to stay quiet for much longer. “He was in my spot-” Before you could even process what the words met, his lips were on yours, a pleased groan rumbling the back of his throat as he finally got a taste of you.

He had every intention of pulling away, of apologizing for his lack of control, but you kissed him back- and all reason left him. He pressed closer, large hands moving to your waist to hold you still as he pinned you with his body, allowing you to feel the strain in his pants that had been a constant problem the entire ride from the restaurant. He loved how small you were beneath him like this, the feel of your hands gripping at his jacket to pull him closer despite how close he already was, his knee pushing your thighs apart and riding up until he could feel your heat on the fabric of his thigh.

He cursed, pulling his lips from yours with a heavy pant as they moved along your jawline. “Tell me to stop- fuck, tell me no. I have been trying to tell myself the whole ride- no since I first saw you in this fucking dress- so tell me no so I can stop.” His words were low, guttural, ending as heated pants against your earlobe.

Your hands lifted up to wrap around his neck, your hips moving to grind yourself against his thigh, effectively wetting the fabric with the wet lace of your own underwear. The second his lips had been on yours all of your anxiety and worry had melted away, the need for this man resurfacing with a vengeance once more. “What if I don’t want you to stop Yuyu?” Definitely not when the simple touches, his body pressed against yours like this, made you feel so good you didn't want to stop any time soon- or ever.

He groaned from the use of your nickname for him, his grip tightening for just a moment, pulling you along his thigh to give you the friction your body seemed to be craving. He bit down just under your ear, pleased with the soft moan that spilled from your swollen lips. “I’m claiming my spot then-”

Again, before you could ask, he was picking you up in his arms, making your straddle  his waist as he shut the car door, locking it with the fob before he headed to your apartment, your small purse in his free hand while the other held your rear and kept your dangerously close against him.

With every step the bulge in his pants moved against your clothed core, teasing the both of you incessantly. Unfortunately for you, the elevator ride  held a couple of other tenants coming home from work, so you buried your head in shame into the crook of Yunho’s neck and hoped the other tenants wouldnt ask.

When they looked a few too many times, Yunho however gave them an answer that had you fidgeting against him, warmth pooling in your belly. “My girlfriend had too much to drink is all.”

His girlfriend.

Yunho liked saying it as much as you liked hearing it, and after what he was going to do to you he would make it very clear that is what you are now. No other person to take on dates or dress up for other than him. 

The two of you got off before the last tenant, and he found his familiar way to your apartment door, only then setting you down. Your legs were shaky, and there were bite marks on Yunho’s nape now from where you had to bite back moans whenever he would rub against you just right that the urge to buck your own hips was unbearable. However you managed to make it to your apartment without dry humping him was lost on you.

Of course, the moment your feet were on the ground, your need for him had you rushing your actions, getting the keys out of your bag and fiddling with the door as Yunho held your waist from behind, kissing along your neck and leaving matching marks. He guided you inside quickly, kicking your door shut and reveling in the immediate moan you let out when he ground his hips into your ass.

“Yunho~”

“Yes baby?” His voice was deep, raspy against your flesh as his hands were already at work, tugging your skirt up.

“What did you mean by your spot?” You were ready to kick yourself for asking such a question when in reality all you wanted was him to fuck you senseless. You could hardly believe this was the same Jeong Yunho that you had known since grade school, the same big lovable dork and teddy bear, that seemed to always be happy and loving- yet right now you wanted nothing more than for him to manhandle and use your body for his own desires.

He chuckled, kicking his shoes off as you did the same just before he turned you in his arms and once again picked you up, bucking his hips up into your core. “I couldn’t stand it, watching him fawn over you. All I could think about was that you should be looking at me like that.”

“You didn’t feel this way when I was dating-”

“Don’t bother with him.” Yunho growled out, crashing his lips to yours as he moved through your darkened apartment to your bedroom. “Don’t ask when, or how, I just do, and it was evident tonight. I always sit to your left. I should be the one you wear pretty dresses for. I mean I know it isn’t a matter of should... but I wanted to be.” He breathed against your lips before laying you on your bed, pushing your dress up further.

You realized that he had discovered his feelings for you tonight just as you had: two oblivious idiots now struggling with an ocean of emotions for each other and only one outcome you both wanted.

You blinked up at him when he pulled his lips away, moving back just enough to pull the fabric up and off, tossing it somewhere in your room to be immediately forgotten. His eyes flitted down your body, taking in the matching lacy bra and underwear with wonder at first before his upper lip pulled back a bit.

“Did you wear these for him?” There was a bit of a growl to his words, his thumbs dipping under the waistband of your underwear and pulling them away before letting the elastic snap back to your skin a bit harshly.

You could lie, save yourself from the wrath brimming under the surface of his dark expression, but the thought of him unleashing it onto you was far too exciting to do so. Plus- you always wanted to be honest with Yunho, you always had been. “I did but-”

He didn’t let you finish, pulling the flimsy fabric down so harshly several holes formed in the lace and you knew they were ruined now. You clenched around nothing, gasping as he pushed your legs open and the cold air hitting your folds dripping with your arousal. He already had you so turned on, your brain already practically mush at the way he look at your core, licking his lips slowly as he leaned down.

He ran his thumb over your folds, groaning at the way your body reacted to the light touch, hips lifting to chase his touch. “Look at you, so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He murmured approvingly, voice thick with his own need. His eyes moved up the length of you to meet your gaze, his tongue darting out once more. “I’ve been thinking about how good your thighs would look with my head in between them since you first sat in my car tonight in that fucking dress. Do you know how hard it was not to reach over and slip my hand between these plump thighs of yours?” Bit by bit the words were more guttural, one of his digits slowly pushing into you, stilling as you clenched around the appendage. “So fucking tight- all for me?”

“Mhmm-” You whined, lifting your hips as much as you could before his free hand gripped your upper thigh and pushed you back down on the bed to still you. “Yunho please-”

He had been inching closer and closer to your heated core, eyes on yours, only to pause as you whined. “Please what?” You could barely make out his smirk over your own body he was that close to where you so desperately needed some friction- for him to touch. “Use  your words baby.” To taunt you, he curled his finger, pleased with the way your breath hitched.

Yunho had no idea how he was able to stop himself from already diving into your sweet inviting cunt, so desperate for a taste of you, for how wet he made you. It seemed only a thin string of morality and control was holding him back, as if he needed to hear your consent one last time before giving into the desires that had been pumping through his blood all night.

“Please eat me out- or finger me or- I don't care how just fuck me Yunho! I want you so bad, please please ple-” Your pleas turned into moans as he obliged, two fingers pumping into you and curling as his lips happily suckled on your bundle of nerves. Your hands moved from gripping the sheets to gripping his hair, holding him impossibly closer to you as your hips lifted to the rhythm he quickly set, your climax his clear goal.

You could hardly think about anything other than him and the pleasure he was giving you, a shiver running up your spine when he moaned against your nerves, switching between his lips sucking and his tongue applying pressure while his long fingers worked to find that one spot; when he did, he quickly pushed in a third, spreading them out and curling just right, your gut twisting with familiar coils as your high built.

Despite how good it was, how close you were, it wasn’t until he spoke against your clit the muffled words “Cum for me” for you to clench around his digits and soak his hand and mouth with your release. You cried out his name as he he fucked you through your high, mouth pulled away as not to over stimulate your sensitive bud, only pulling his fingers out when you begged him to.

He sat back on his knees, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of you. “Fuck how are you so sweet? I already want more, I could eat you out every day cupcake.”

You blushed at the new pet name, but you didn’t dislike it, a small smile playing on your lips as you looked down at him through hooded eyes. “Yuyu-” You whined, lifting your weak arms to make grabby hands at him, spreading your legs further. “Want you- feel you inside me please.”

Yunho was in awe at the sight of you, fucked out expression, your slick dripping from your still twitching cunt that you kept on display for him with perhaps the sweetest smile he had ever seen on your features, grabbing at him and whining for him to fuck you. It was more than his deepest fantasies that he had never allowed himself to have about you, but clearly still had in the back of his mind. “Fuck-”

He discarded his clothes quickly, tossing them every which way until he was naked at the end of the bed, cock throbbing against his stomach, already leaking precum. He didn’t give you time to appreciate the sight, moving over you and hooking his hands under your knees before pushing them up. He huffed as he realized you were still wearing your bra, and after hooking your legs in the crook of his elbows he lifted you up to undo the clasp and removed the article with much more care than he had your underwear.

For a moment he paused to appreciate your freed breasts, once more licking his lips as he rutted the length of his cock against your folds, covering it with your slick. “Look at you, so fucking perfect- I’m an idiot for not realizing sooner.” He crashed his lips to yours with a newfound need, emotions pouring into your mouth with each brush of his lips and pant into your mouth once he pushed his tongue in to mingle with yours. It was if he couldn’t get enough of you, breaking away only to lay you back down.

He moved his hands back to the back of your thighs, pushing them up and wide until your knees were pressed against your arms. You gripped your calves, staring up at him as he directed his attention down, freeing on hand to guide the head of his cock into you. Your head fell back as he pushed in, stretching you out with more girth- and with each inch pushed in- more length than you were used to. 

He bottomed out, groaning as your walls clenched around him, trying to get used to his size, but Yunho had little patience left after that dinner, little control over the enormous amount of emotions that had overwhelmed him since you first opened your apartment door to him tonight. “This- this is my spot, buried deep in your cunt, far deeper than any one else could ever touch-”

The little green monster reared it’s head once more as he pulled out, eyes fixated where you were joined while your own head was lolled back and panting. “Fuck- even your cunt knows who it belongs to, sucking me back in, aching at my absence. Does it feel that good baby?” He slammed his full length back in, eyes flitted to your face as you cried out, nodding in answer. “Too fucked out to speak already? But I just started laying my claim- come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours cupcake.”

“It feels so good Yuyu! PLease dont stop!” You cried out, hips lifting to chase his as he began to pull out once more. Your head already felt as if it was full of cotton, but it wasn’t overwhelming in the slightest. 

Pleased, he slammed his hips back into yours, letting out a soft groan. “Tell me cupcake, who does this cunt belong to?” Throwing caution to the wind, and liking the way his words made you clench around him, Yunho buried himself into you over and over, letting the little green monster have control over the reigns. Normally he would never be so rough with you, and with this being the first time you took his cock he knew he would regret it later- but you just looked so good bouncing beneath him like this. 

His hands held your legs in place, your own having moved to grip his wrists and dig your nails down into his flesh as if to try and pull him closer, which resulted in just enough of a shift for him to hit and rub against your g-spot with every harsh thrust. “Y-you! It belongs to you!” You cried out, feeling your high quickly approaching as he continued with reckless abandon. “Yu-yu I’m-! I’m gunna-! so close-”

“Come for me. Come on my cock baby.” His thrusts became more erratic, sweat beading his brow and breath heavy as he leaned down, capturing one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, hooking your ankles behind his neck and groaning as your hands flung to dig your nails into his back. He felt deeper in you at this angle, two more thrusts until you were clenching so tightly around him that even he thought he felt stars, his own climax pulled out of him as he moaned against your flesh, the sound drowned out by your own cry of pleasure.

When you began to shake beneath him his hips stopped, pumping the last of his cum deep into you and laying claim in the most primal way. Pride filled him as he knew no other would be able to fill you so deeply, nor would he let anyone ever get the chance. He kissed up your chest to your neck and then up over your jaw before peppering your lips with sweet chaste kisses as you both worked on catching your breath. Slowly he pulled your legs out from under him, situating them down flat on the bed on either side of him as you giggled under his lips.

The little green monster was long gone, and all that was left was his overwhelming love for you that he just needed to expression in every way he could. “I love you cupcake. So so much, I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner.”

You were elated, legs and arms jelly but you still wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling against his lips only to whine when he finally pulled out of you. You felt his cum and your own gush out of your folds and pool beneath your bum. “You are a big idiot-”

“Hey-”

“But so am I.” You interrupted his protest, placing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “I should've realized I loved you sooner as well. Then we could have both been spared that awkward date.”:

He captured your lips in his once more, pulling away only when you were both breathless and giddy. “Let’s agree to never mention that dinner again.” 

You nodded. “Agreed.”

“And also that I always sit to your left, no matter what.” He pointed out as he leaned away from you, maneuvering to slip off your bed and head to the bathroom, the light from the city had illuminated your bedroom enough through the one window, but the little night light you kept in the bathroom also helped you watch his rear as he walked towards said room. 

“Does it matter that much Yuyu?” You whined, rolling onto your side so you could keep watching him.

He glanced back over his shoulder as he flicked the bathroom light on, a soft pout on his features. “Of course it matters- That’s been my spot since the day I met you. I get the left side of the bed too!” He called back in a singsong voice.

You could only laugh, recalling the day in grade school you two had met: new seating arrangements and you sat in a seat to your left so you could sit by the window to daydream, only for Yunho to come up and proudly proclaim “That’s my spot. You sit there.” He had pointed to the seat next to it, no hints of malice or anger when he spoke, just kindly correcting you. You had apologized, moved, and he took his seat.

And somehow ever since, he had always been on your left. Every class, every lunch, when you two went on walks, and now as he curled into your freshly made bed, he laid to your left and pulled you against his chest. You curled against him happily, sighing at how right it felt. “This is my spot.” You used his words against him, placing a kiss to his bare chest just over his heart.

He hummed in agreement, and like that, it was just another way to say “I love you” between the two of you.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez ot8 #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho brainrot is real #yunho smut #non idol au #possessive yunho #baistander #doomies #one shot

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: College!au, modern!au, nerd loser baby Criston, loss of virginity, hot stem computer partner girly, older girl, Alicent for the win, short n sweet n smutty, pnv!sex, first dates, Criston’s inner dialogue, subby lil baby

Taglist: @bambitas @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @aemonds-holy-milk @targaryenbarbie @starogeorgina @moncherrii @valeskafics @arcielee @lovelykhaleesiii @sugarpoppss2

A/N: shout-out to @fairysluna “he looks like a loser who jacks off to hentai but I’d fuck him.” I made the divider :)

Criston knew he was a fucking incel. Maybe at some point in his miserable life he could’ve done a sport and use his decent height and muscle tone. But no, he was cripplingly shy and had a stutter that took forever to get rid of— sometimes rearing its ugly head when he was angry or flustered.

He spent his time studying, playing league of legends, and jerking off obscenely to hentai. Yes, the Japanese porn comics. It was easier to ignore how pathetic he was reading those or talking to a chat bot that thought everything he said was hot.

Criston thought best to keep under the radar, head down and attentive in his classes. One day he’d be a rich computer scientist Silicon Valley type and then he could just, like, have the girls come to him. Because he’d be rich. No longer weird, ugly, and a huge VIRGIN. He felt like it was stamped on his forehead. Or perhaps his was the Star Wars buttons on his jacket— that’s a big cue.

He tucked a dark hair behind his ear, shaking his head. Another year, but one less until he could move on in life. Cole was glad he was in college, it was scores better than the constant bullies in highschool. It was his second year now and he was ahead of schedule. He’d be in an upper level compsci class with some juniors or seniors.

Scary.

Maybe there would be some other weirdo girl like him that would take pity and they could fuck, then go to Thursday’s Dungeons and Dragons like it never occurred. He’d like that. Swift and easy. Erryk Cargyll and Elinda Massey did that. But the only girl he considered ‘friend’ was Alicent and he was pretty sure she was a lesbian. Also totally not a nerd, Ali was very cool and involved.

He sighed while ducking into a seat. Criston carefully placed his stuff down at the two person desk, focusing on getting the PC ready. The instructions on the board were simple enough.

A waft of perfume and the presence of another body startled Criston. He jumped in place, brown eyes glancing over at the girl- no- woman. She was fucking hot. Like why was she sitting next to him type of hot?

“Hi,” she extended a hand, eyes roving, “Criston!”

“H-how do you know m-my name?,” he echoed stupidly, shaking her dainty hand, eyes comically wide.

She gently let go of his hand after shaking one second too long and giggled, “It’s on your backpack.” Criston blushed bright red and nodded, “Yeah, you’re right, ha-haha?” Oh God he was going to self combust. She was so hot. Like she had these patent leather boots on, a little red plaid skirt, and some tight-ass high-necked white tank.

“What’s your name?,” he managed, grateful the stutter wasn’t making too much of an appearance. She smiled and told him, baring white teeth and cherry red lips. The teacher droned from the front, “Glad you’re acquainted now, that will be your partner for the rest of the semester.”

Cole was going to jizz himself. Not in the fun way? Maybe the fun way? He was terrified. He had to tell the boys on Thursday. The beauty next to him raised her brows and flicked one of his errant curls. She whispered, “Can’t wait, Criston!”

Oh God. Oh God! He wasn’t going to make it.

“Hnghhhh, fuck yes, I am your sempai, mmm,” Criston flopped back from his hentai and laid on the bed, “Fuck. This sucks.” His cock was still hard and nothing was cutting it recently. The twenty year old’s mind was settled on his computer science partner. Who was obscenely beautiful and sexy and smelled good and so so so smart.

Oh. He was jacking off again. Maybe this was what the missing piece was. Criston closed his eyes and began to pump his cock some more, imagining her perky tits bouncing as he fucked her over a desk. He gasped sharply, prick twitching excitedly at something tangible.

He thought about the cute way she’d laugh at his dumb jokes. Or when he’d fix something in a faulty program and she’d purr, “Oh! Smart boyyyy.” He whined through his nose, squirming in place, imagining her breathing that in his ear. Criston cried out sharply, cumming so damn hard spunk reached his collarbones.

He laid there breathless, a dopey smile across his face. She was so perfect. He laid in his post-nut bliss and pondered his partners actions. For a girl older and way cooler than him, she sure did enjoy talking to him, even had his number, and they met outside of class to work on their project.

Could there be? No, no. Totally not.

The nerd thought about the times she blushed or would bat his shoulder. Or the time they nearly kissed putting together a PC. She’d merely laughed and said, “Just have to ask me!” He had a meltdown and awkwardly laughed it off. Criston did the same when she was wearing a low-cut top and she breathed, “I wore this for you today, I know you wanna look Cole.”

He sat upright with a bolt.

“Wait what?” he shouted.

“Shut the fuck up loser!,” came the reply of his apartment roommate. Criston rolled his eyes and blinked a couple more times. He still had cum drying on his shoulders from jacking off about the girl of his pathetic dreams and she might be into him? He needed a long shower and help from Ali— stat.

She came through quite quickly after he sent the SOS message. First Ali wrinkled her nose at his room and complained, “Ugh, I’m glad I brought my candles. It smells like man in here. God.” He gave her puppy eyes until the redhead exclaimed, “What?”

“You gotta help me!,” he pled, “I uh- someone likes me back?”

It was a flurry of cinnamon scented womanly magic after his admission. Bless Alicat.

The auburn haired girl swished through Criston’s wardrobe. She raised a brow at him and asked, “Is there anything in here that doesn’t have a logo or some strange wording on it? I can’t believe you just realized she was into you, I could smack you!”

He sat on the bed, freshly showered and in his briefs. Alicent and him had known each other since childhood— this was nothing new. Ali helped him type out a witty way to ask her out tonight without being too dorky. Criston eked, “I think I have some button downs my dad gave me, but they’re probably shoved somewhere.”

“Aha! Found them, still pressed too. I think this darker tan will look good,” she said while stepping out of the closet. Honors college had nice digs. It did pay to be a nerd. Criston eyed the polo shirt, leagues away from his usual t-shirts and jackets.

Alicent narrowed her eyes. He hopped up and sighed, “Fine, fine, I’m putting it on. Just lemme get the undershirt.”

Now he was clad in a nice top, some not worn-to-death jeans, and his rarely used church loafers. He was a pretty shitty Catholic. Alicent styled his wild curls, giggling, “Look at you go, who would’ve thought, you two are going to be some lookers!”

Criston rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Yeah, hoping she doesn’t mind the big neon-lit ‘virgin’ sign over my head.”

Ali snickered, “Or the nasty cartoons you jerk it too, might wanna get rid of that evidence if you’re planning on getting that far, yeah stud?”

He blanched, stuttering up a storm as she laughed. Criston grabbed all and any evidence of his…prior predilections..and hid them under the bed. In a big lockbox. Then completely wiped his browser history and any suspicious downloads. Fire walled it or whatever.

He sighed again, getting jittery, reading a text from the cutie.

‘Hey handsome, still see you in 30 on the plaza? I’m excited for the pizza and games! 💋’

Criston immediately squawked, “Ali!”

She ‘tsked’ and looked at the text. Then looked back at him with a funny look. Alicent deadpanned, “You’re such an idiot for being smart. I wish half the girls I texted were this forward. Just tell her yes, you can’t wait, you know she’s gonna look gorgeous and throw some emoji in!”

“So you are a lesbian?”

“And you’re not telling a soul!”

They pinky promised, Ali giving him a warm hug and pat on the cheek. She teased, “Luv yaaaa Nerd, don’t forget to wrap it!” He blushed and waved her off. Criston rubbed the back of his neck, glad he had such a good friend. He quickly typed back.

‘Hi- yeah I’ll see you there. I know you’ll be gorgeous, can’t wait xx’

The date had gone great. They didn’t ID either. So beers, pizza, and dumb arcade games they played. Criston probably had her up-down look at him sketched into his mind. She was in a cutesy dress herself, cut mid-thigh and a heart shaped window in the front to show her…assets. Not to forget some Doc’s he would gladly be stomped by.

“Criston, oh my god, you look so cute, who dressed you up,” she pulled him into a tight hug, whispering, “Should I be jealous?”

He sheepishly smiled, “No, just my childhood friend, she’s kinda, we’re not, you know.”

His class partner giggled, patting his chest, “No need, I gotcha. We all need those friends. C’mon let’s go!”

He couldn’t help but goofily smile down at her as they held hands walking to the pizza joint. Sometimes Criston would get so lost in his head and self-conscious, it would seem like he was always underfoot. But tonight, with her, he felt his right size. She grabbed their interlaced hands and pecked his skin, giggling.

Christ have mercy, lord have mercy. He was so down bad.

But as he said, the night went awesome. Conversation never lulled, he taught her the secret to ski-ball, and she schooled Criston in pac-man. He got his first kiss on the walk back, paused at the stoplight, waiting to walk. She pulled back and murmured, “You’ve been the best date.”

Criston, likely all moony eyes now, gushed back, “God, same, really, you’re great you know that? I’m just a bit clueless.”

She shrugged, “That’s okay. We don’t have to know everything.”

They walked near the honor’s college. They both chirped at the same time, “You uh-“ then burst into laughter. Criston grinned and ran a hand through his inky hair. He shuffled his balance and gestured, “Do you want to come back to my room? It’s all clean and female verified.”

“Lead the way handsome.”

Criston was glad for the bit of liquid courage still in his system, kissing and hugging on his ‘friend girl’? She was so sweet and touchy, it was driving him mad. He idly wondered if she was all sweet and adorable like that in bed. Thankfully his dick was tucked away.

The brunette keyed into his room, her arms around his waist, face smushed into his back. The junior cooed, “You smell good, you’re the cutest thing I swear, can’t believe this.” Criston eyed her nervously as he stepped in, replying, “You’re a catch, I can’t believe anyone wouldn’t go for you.”

She straightened up, looking into his dark eyes as she admitted, “No, it wasn’t that I was lacking…just searched for the wrong attention I suppose. You’re actually respectful.”

Criston smiled at that, snorting, “Catholic boy values I guess.”

“Or you are a good boy like I said,” she teased, thumbing Criston’s now-flaming cheeks.

“Can I kiss you again?” he eagerly asked.

They locked lips again, her arms around his neck, Criston tilting his face so his damn nose wouldn’t get in the way. His hands were politely shaking at her waist as they made out. Her tongue softly lapped into his mouth, the man gasping and returning the favor.

She moved his shaky hands down to her ass with a snicker. Criston groaned between kisses as he groped her pert ass— fuck, this was heaven! Cole walked her backwards towards the bed, pushing her back onto the freshly made covers. She smiled up at him, lips plump, the led lights from his room casting a neat glow.

“Come on then, can you get the shoes?,” she teased while shucking off her tight black dress. Criston eagerly dropped to the ground, whimpering as his hard cock painfully brushed against the fly of his pants. He quickly undid the thick boots and neatly placed them to the side.

Coming back up, he got an eyeful of pretty fucking titties and manicured hands on his waist. She purred, “Heard you down there, all good babes?” Criston nodded with a swallow and pathetic noise. She cooed while undoing his belt and pants, reminding him of the button down.

Now Criston’s lean body was on display with her own, only underwear between the two. That was perfectly dandy for him as he clambered over her perfect form, now playfully making out on their sides. Every single time his cock would graze the random throw pillow between them he’d whimper into her wet mouth, growing flustered. The front of his briefs were getting sticky.

He tried to not to rut against it, but he had a handful of fucking tit and her soft lips and noises, and Criston was only a weak little bitch! She pulled back to laugh, “You know, I’d much prefer you fuck me making those cute noises. But that’s up to you baby.”

He blinked owlishly, hand moving up her thigh to ask. “You don’t want me to uh- touch you first?”

“Sweetheart, I’m wet enough as is and we can worry about alllll that other stuff later hm?”

Criston made a gutted noise, nodding. She was right, he’d blow all over himself if he got to feel around her pussy for a bit. He rasped, “Yeah, okay, good- lemme get the condom.” He reached over her smaller frame, digging around the side table for the damn condom, trying to put his bravest face on.

Criston made a little ‘aha’ as he snagged the packet, settling onto his haunches and ripping the packet with his teeth. Meanwhile she undid her bra and shucked down wet panties, the slickness hitting his lean thigh. “Hng-fucking shit!,” the brunette accidentally moaned.

“Yeah babes? That’s all for you, here, lemme help.”

She grabbed the tacky lubed condom, rolling it on Criston, her teeth biting into a plump lip. He shuddered through the movement, taught tummy tensing and rolling as he tried to calm down. “There we go, you’re alright, just breathe sweeatheart,” the girl cooed.

Criston nodded haphazardly, easing himself onto his elbows, staring wide-eyed into her own. He wanted to blab about being a virgin, how he was scared of fucking up, how damn pretty and sweet the brunette thought she was. The beauty pecked his lips and cooed, “I know, take it easy, s’fine Criston.”

He jerkily nodded again, lashes fluttering against the faint neon lighting. Criston grabbed his cock and began to ease it into her, gasping wetly. His computer partner took over from there, wrapping soft legs around his waist, murmuring sweet nothings.

Soon he was seated inside her tight, warm, velvet pussy. Criston buried his face between her tits, sniveling and gasping as he tried to fight off every single nerve in his body screaming to let go. He tried to speak, more of a plethora of strangled whines and whimpers escaping his raw throat.

“Shhh, don’t think so much, s’okay Cris, you’re okay,” she hummed while petting soft hands down his heaving flanks and sides. Plush lips planted a kiss on his suddenly wet cheeks. God he was a mess. A whiny, flimsy, wet mess. The way she was squeezing around him made the rational part of his brain realize she enjoyed the pitiful sex still.

“Hn-okay? I- uhohgod- okay?”

She smiled and kissed him, the heels of her feet ushering Criston on. He began to pump slowly, liking the way her soft moan made his chest puff in excitement. The brunette began to build a decent rhythm, panting and moaning between sloppy kisses. He got lost in the feeling, truly.

Soon the cutie was gasping and begging, “Don’t cum yet, j-just, Criston, touch my clit, it’s the nub at the top, yes!, right there!” He listened carefully, thumbing at her swollen nub, panting like a racehorse between suckling at budded nipples. He’d ended up at a breakneck pace, completely over any pretense he was going to make a manly noise tonight.

Criston fought off his orgasm, although it was on top on him now. He moved his lips to hers again, swirling his thumb, thrusting his slim hips into perfect goddamn pussy. He gasped, “Oh, oh, oh God, m’gonna cum baby, m’gonna cummmmm!” The boy would definitely never admit he somewhat squealed.

His cutie whined excitedly under the loud sounds of the bed creaking, lean hips clapping into her softer flesh. She begged, “Right there sweetheart, mm, good boy, good boy! Right there with you!” She clung to his shoulders and tightened down, chanting Criston’s name like a litany.

Criston Cole was pretty sure he saw God when his balls drew up and he slammed back into her welcoming pussy. Sure, there was a condom, but the sophomore’s ears still rung with the choir of angels and he probably sounded like a slip of a thing getting her cunt pounded but it was worth it. So very worth it.

He kept playing with her clit until she milked him, again, crying out happily, throwing her pretty hair back and groaning throatily. “Ohhhhh, f-fuck, oh my god, mmm!,” he eloquently replied to her, feeling another little peak pass through his overstimulated system. He collapsed against her soft frame, panting softly, whimpering every other breath.

Oh god he was crying, this was not the time to be— oh she kissed it away.

“That’s alright baby, you did great, Mhm,” she hummed and nuzzled against his face.

Huh. Maybe he was in love now. Fuck hentai.

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #criston cole #ser criston cole x reader #Criston cole imagine #Ser Criston cole imagine #criston cole x reader #criston cole smut

[cowgurrrl]

The Chain

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Author’s note: I swear on my life they will get a happy ending eventually

Summary: “I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted and I hope I never hear a thing about it.” - Audrey Emmett [2.6k]

Warnings: brief mentions of poor mental health, vague allusions to substance abuse issues, nostalgia, we’re burning bridges and working through the stages of grief

"No Joel tonight?" Alexa asks as she swipes blush across your cheeks. You freeze and pick at your cuticles as you think.

The premiere for Red Dirt Girl is finally here, and people will be able to see everything you did and judge it. It's terrifying, exciting, and uncertain, and it turns out that adding a breakup to that mix is not good for your mental health. Getting ready to film for Beginning of the End and leaving for Ireland has been a great distraction as you organize your life into neat little boxes that travel easily. You've poured yourself over the script, looking into dramaturgy and creating a movie Bible to access during shooting. It's not unlike anything you've done for any other project, but this one feels especially important. You've ignored Joel's texts and calls the past week except to tell him to leave you alone, which he did.

"No, he's gonna meet me there," you tell Alexa with a soft practiced smile, and she nods. "What time is it?" 

"Six forty-five," Jenna answers from behind you, and you take a deep breath. "You nervous?"

"Yeah, but it's all good. I'm excited for people to see the movie."

"I've been hearing really good things from reviewers."

"Really?" You ask, and they both nod. 

"Heard it was one of your most powerful performances to date," Alexa says as she hands you a brilliant red lipstick, and you anxiously turn the tube over in your hands. It's silent as you slide the color over your lips, power, and confidence taking over as you take in the full look for the first time. True to the name of the movie, you and your castmates decided to wear red. When you told this to your stylist, she was thrilled and said she knew exactly what she wanted to put you in— an off-the-shoulder red dress with a lower neckline (á la Pretty Woman) with a slit in the long skirt. It's pretty simple, but when you added the jewelry, hair, makeup, and shoes, it became a beautiful mix of elegant and sexy. "Joel is gonna freak the fuck out when he sees you." 

You know she's trying to hype you up and get you excited for the premiere. You know she's trying to be nice, but the idea of seeing him makes your stomach churn. You nod and pocket the tube of lipstick before standing. You thank them both for helping you get ready but don't say much else as you get escorted out of the hotel room and down to the car waiting for you. Based on the number of people outside the red carpet, half of LA seems to either be getting to the premiere or already at the event. It's insane to see that many people there for something you helped make.

Cameras flash the second you step out of the car, and people scream your name. Fans are lined up on either side of the first stretch of carpet when you get to the theatre. You smile and take the time to greet, take pictures, and sign autographs for different people waiting on each side. It's always fun to hear what fans say to you when they get the chance, and every once in a while, you'll have an experience that just truly shocks you. As you take a picture with a twenty-something girl, she rolls up her sleeve and shows you a beautiful tattoo. At first, you're too absorbed in the linework on the flowers, but once you look closer, you see that the flowers surround a line from one of your first major projects, "On Purpose." 

You cup your hand over your mouth as you look closer at the ink forever etched into her skin. It was such a quick line. You weren't even sure if it would stick with people like it stuck with you. Your character, Margot, said it when she explained why she loved her husband when he was depressed and feeling like a shitty person. "I love you on purpose," she said. You have to swallow around the lump in your throat to keep yourself from crying as you hug the young woman tightly. Quietly, she tells you what it means to her and why that movie stuck with her so much, and you rub her back as she cries. Despite the cameras flashing and the hundreds of people vying for your attention, you can only focus on her and this interaction. This is why I do what I do, you think.

Once you find the strength to walk away and go to the actual carpet, you ask one of the interns to give two tickets for the premiere to that girl and her friend and smile from afar as you watch them get the news. You blow them a kiss and wave one last time before being shuffled away by one of the bodyguards. When you get to wherever you're supposed to be, you see Joel waiting for you. He's wearing a nicely tailored suit with red flowers embroidered over his chest and shoulders with black shoes. He smiles, and you let him kiss you on the cheek to keep up with appearances, suddenly hyper-aware of the five million cameras pointed in your direction.

"You look beautiful." He says.

"Thanks." You mumble. It's the most you've spoken since you had that massive argument at his house. He wants to say more. You can tell he does. You can hear the fucking gears turning in his head he's thinking so loud. But you don't want to listen to any of it. You're here because you legally have to, and you're not going to miss your own movie premiere. He says your name at the same time someone with an earpiece comes up to tell you it's your turn to walk the carpet. You don't even look at him before walking out to the wolves, him trailing closely behind you.

You take a lot of solo shots, feeling in your moment as you spin and show off the look. However, the second your castmates spot you on the carpet, they rush over to kiss your cheeks, hug you, and take so many stupid photos. Some with Lilly and you back to back like Charlie's Angels, or some with Peter bowing down to you. At one point, Max, the guy who plays your dad, picked you up and spun you around like a baby. Once everyone has gotten through their unhinged behavior, you manage to take some nice full-cast pictures with Lilly right next to you and her hand in yours. It's all fun and lovely until you have to take pictures with Joel. Of course, everyone wants pictures of you being completely in love— kisses on the cheek, forehead, lips. Hold her hand, Joel! No, not like that! Look at him like you love him! Aw! It's exhausting. 

When you get toward the end of the carpet, you do interviews with different reporters and answer questions about what you hope people take away from the movie, your favorite memories from set, and more. One reporter gestures to Joel behind you and smiles as she asks, "It must be really nice to have someone like Joel to support you through all this craziness. How have things been with you two? You seem to be everyone's favorite couple right now." You laugh and look back at Joel, who raises his eyebrows at you. You hold your hand out, and he takes it as he joins your interview, much to the reporter's excitement.

"He's pretty great. I mean, look at his matching flowers. Are we kidding?" You gush as you point at the delicate embroidery on his suit, resting your hand on his chest.

"They are pretty amazing! Everyone was talking about you guys coordinating. I think someone even called you a power couple."

"Well, I don't know about that, but we're definitely very happy. I think he's navigating the actress thing pretty well." You say, and he laughs. The interviewer thanks you both and sends you on your way. The second you two enter the theatre, Joel grabs your arm and pulls you to the side where you're out of earshot of other people. 

"Can we talk?" He asks as you rip your arm away from him.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Then, can I talk, and you listen?" He asks. You roll your eyes and shake your head. You should say no. You should push past him and go to sit down without saying another word, but for some stupid reason, you stay quiet. He takes a deep breath and grinds his teeth nervously. "I'm sorry. I should've told you Sarah was in contact with Angela. I was scared you would get freaked out or think I didn't wanna be with you because I did. I still do. But, I swear, I didn't know she was gonna be there that night. Sarah invited her without tellin' me, and I..." he sighs. "I thought she was dead. She'd been sick for so long, and I hadn't heard anythin' for years. So, when I saw her... I don't know. It fucked with my head, and that's not an excuse."

"No, it's not," you say. "I want Sarah to have everything she's ever wanted, and if that includes a relationship with her mom, then I have no problem with that. What I have a problem with is you lying to me or arguing with me about work when I've never once made a big deal about your job."

"You're right, and I'm so sorry."

"I trusted you, Joel. More than I've ever trusted a partner, and you broke that."

"I know," he says simply. "I can't change what happened, but I wanna try to earn your trust again."

"I don't have time to start over."

"We can find time."

"When? You'll release your album and go on tour, and I'll go back to work. Plus, you've gotta figure out this whole co-parenting situation now." You say, and he nods.

"We'll figure it out. We found time before, right? You came to the studio, and I went to set. We can do that again." 

"We had time because my schedule for the past few months has literally been created around yours."

"Then, I’ll create my schedule around yours. I'll plan dates and trips. We can fix this. Just-"

"Pike offered me a role. A big one, and I took it. I'm shooting in Ireland for at least six months in three weeks." You cut him off, the words spilling out of you.

"What?" He asks, and you shrug. 

"This could be huge for me. I read the script. It's amazing. It's the best script I've read in a long time, and he's not directing. I don't even think he'll be on set a majority of the time but-"

"Do you even hear yourself? When he pulled that shit a couple months ago, you were scared out of your fucking mind!" He raises his voice, and you grab him and press the two of you further into the corner you're hidden in. 

"I had it handled." You mutter, and he scoffs.

"That's what you call handling it?"

"Yes. Not everyone can go around punching photographers and yelling at their managers when something goes wrong!" You snap. 

"Really?" He asks, visibly shrinking as he takes in what you just said. You smooth your hands down your dress and glance around to see if anybody heard you. You bite the inside of your cheek and look at him, but he's looking at his feet.

"This is the chance I've been working my whole fucking life for, and I'm not going to let it pass me by because of one shitty guy. I want to make beautiful art and bring this character to life. I want to do the work. I want a fucking legacy," you say. He refuses to look at you, and you let out a sharp exhale. "I want to be great or nothing, and I'm sorry if you can't handle that." 

For one long, painful minute, neither of you says anything. You stand there, shifting your weight anxiously while waiting for him to say something. There's nothing he can say that would make you change your mind. You decided that way before tonight, but this, the silence, hurts more than you thought. How was there once a time when you two talked so much that you fell asleep on the phone? Those people seem so far away, so stupid, compared to the people you are now. 

"I guess you were right. I guess there's nowhere for us to go after this." 

"No, there's not," you say. "I'm sorry." He nods and doesn't say anything as he steps closer. You get a whiff of his cologne when he leans down to kiss your cheek, lingering for a second before pulling away.

"D'you want me to stay?" He asks, and both its meanings slap you in the face. He asked you the same thing the first time he laid next to you after the car accident, more than ready to give up his bed to you. You looked at him through the darkness and nodded before letting him hold you until you fell asleep. He asked you the same thing when you were doing dishes while on FaceTime with him. You looked at him through the hundreds of miles separating you and nodded as you scrubbed a plate clean. But this time is different. This time you take a shaky breath and push his hair out of his eyes so you can see through the curls.

"No." You say. He doesn't fight you. He just takes a step back and looks over your dress like it's the first time he's seeing you. His brown eyes move over you, making you suddenly self-conscious, but you straighten your posture and square your shoulders to hide it. He smiles half-heartedly, and you know he knows why you did that. 

"Have a good night, pretty girl." He says before turning away from you and walking toward the back doors of the theatre to leave without the press seeing him. You watch him disappear. If this were a movie, you would cry or chase after him. Run through an airport to catch him before he gets on his flight. If this were a movie, you'd tell him you love him. He'd say it back, and you'd kiss like all the problems that led to the third-act breakup are suddenly solved. If this were a movie, you'd quit your job to move in with him and paint baby nurseries and spend the rest of your life bending around his.

Fuck that.

"Hey, the movie's about to start," Lilly gets your attention, and you look at her. She smiles and holds her hand out to you. "Sit with me?" She asks, and you smile back. You walk over and slide your arm around her shoulders to pull her close and kiss her temple. 

"Of course." You say. Then, without much fuss, she interlocks your fingers, and you two walk into the dim theatre, knowing you've earned your seats and then some.

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #the last of us au #tlou au #pedro pascal #rockstar!joel miller

[pupyuj]

This is my first time requesting anything ever so I feel so awkward about it lmao but girlie literally anything for dom Gaeul I am BEGGING YOU anything at all 😭🙏

I GOT YOU ANON!!! i actually have a fic planned for her (which you can see here 👀) so keep a look out for that! this might be a bit tame btw!! 😭😭😭

since gaeul is in ive's idgaf line (w wony n reibear) i like to think that she's one of those threatening n intimidating but in a sexy way kind of doms?? like always staring at you with a sultry look on her face, scans your body up and down like she has never seen you before... she definitely knows how to make a girl come untouched... and with that being said, she will surely do it to you 😭😭

now let's imagine a world where you're shorter than gaeul, and she has you sitting pretty on her lap, looking up at you, gently caressing your thighs... she lets you kiss her, but she doesn't let you do anything more because she wants to talk to you...

"you're so pretty, baby... d'you like the necklace i gave you? it's shiny and beautiful... just like you."

"hm? you want me to touch you? but baby... i missed you, i want to know what you did all this time..."

"you really want me to fuck you? the girls are right outside, you really want them to hear how much of a slut you are for your gaeul-unnie?"

she's laughing softly while you're kissing her neck, placing her hand in between your thighs and softly grinding against it :(( you need her so bad but gaeul wants to have her version of fun first...

"you know... i couldn't stop thinking about you while the girls and i were working earlier..." she pulls her hand away from your clothed pussy, ignoring your whines. she instead wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you close, mouth close to your ear, whisperings things to you...

"thought about doing all sorts of things to you, baby... tying you up, fingering you until you're crying... but you'd probably love that, hm? because you're just a whore, aren't you, baby?"

"wouldn't you like sitting on mommy's face? yeah, of course you would... riding mommy's tongue until you make a mess of yourself... that would be embarrassing, but you'd do anything to get off... fucking slut."

"what? can't take what anymore? honey, i'm not even doing anything to you... you're so pathetic."

so yeah, gaeul's laughing, proud of herself for successfully making you come on your panties without even being touched... gaeul cooing as you hid your face on her neck, caressing your back and kissing your cheek... you're calling her a meanie, and you just looked so cute being mopey that gaeul couldn't resist taking you to the bed and fingering you to oblivion 😵‍💫😵‍💫

on one hand, her fingers are thrusting inside you at a rapid pace... and her other is clamped around your mouth, keeping you from screaming her name and letting the members hear what the two of you are doing :((( her eyes are glaring down at you, so so terrifying, but it only turns you on even more 😩 scary gaeul is sexy gaeul it's true 🫠

#ive smut #ive x fem reader #ive imagines #ive x reader #kim gaeul imagines #kim gaeul smut #kim gaeul x reader #gaeul smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut

[snarkythewoecrow]

is my will weak? am I posting another out-of-context snippet from my ever growing mpreg!Buck fic? yeah, I can't help it. I love this one and it's gonna be a long haul to the finish line (probably closer to 100k than 50k) and I just need all the cheering and excitement I can get, and it's gonna be such a ride, the hurt/comfort and angst, the emotional whiplash, the softness, and the enemy to lovers!

Anyway, this snippet is of Bobby and Athena just being the best, and I adore them both

“Is it safe to assume you brought him home with you?” Bobby asked, holding his coffee to the side so he could lean in and kiss his wife.

It might be late, but in his line of work, coffee became an all occasion and any time of day beverage.

Her lips quirked upward against his as she hummed. “Like you needed to ask.”

Of course, he didn’t. It was in her nature—family and pack were paramount in Athena’s life, as they should be, and when it came to Buck, there was no questioning his place with them.

He chuckled, pecked her lips again, then went to sit with his coffee on the chair beside her. “So?” he asked, taking a sip. “How is he?”

“You mean more like, is he, right?” She raised a brow, then sighed at his shrug. “Well, I think you already know, but yeah, he’s with pup.”

And then it was his turn to sigh, resting the mug on his knee. He’d spent the rest of the shift replaying the last few weeks, shocked by the emotions it stirred. The ache and guilt at what it could mean, and now knowing, his inner demons warred against his heart.

It was a strange thing to feel happiness for something but also such sadness, as he might be getting his first grandchild, but it was a reminder of another thing he'd never get to experience with his first pups, those he’d lost in the fire.

He turned his head, watching her for a moment, taking in her beauty and just being grateful for what he did have.

A familiar look, brow lifting came over her face. “What’s got you all heart-eyed, not that I mind?”

He shrugged, then smiled. “Hadn’t expected this, but I don’t know, I think you’d make grandma-hood look pretty sexy.”

“Grandma-hood?” she laughed, shaking her head, then fixing a look in his direction. “Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun? I haven’t even told you if he’s keeping it.”

Actually, he didn’t need her to—it was there in her eyes—but he played along. “That’s true, so, let me ask, is he?”

Another sigh, then an even softer smile. “He is—he’s scared half to death about failing—but then, weren’t we all like that the first time around?”

“Oh yeah, terrified, actually.” He sipped his coffee. “And the alpha? I mean, I’ve been thinking it over, and morning sickness is one thing, but I’m already a little worried about him developing issues from not having him around.”

And at the mention of the alpha, Athena’s jaw tightened, then a sharp scoff cut the air. “Alpha, more like some fucking piece of shit knothead,” she hissed, looking ready to show her canines. A shadow had settled over her face. “We talked on the way over here, and he told me some things he’d left out before—like that—that—scum had just yanked free, Bobby! He didn’t even care if he hurt him—just ripped free and fucking bolted.”

She took a controlled breath. “I’ll tell you one thing, he’d better not show his face near me, because I’m liable to tear him limb from limb—don’t think I won’t.”

Bobby put up his free hand in a show of surrender. “Hey, if I’ve learned anything, it’s not to mess with a pissed off mama when it comes to her pup. You’ll get no arguments from me.”

Athena nodded. “Good,” and then she smiled a bit, looking at him. “He is our pup, isn’t he? One of my babies?”

“Pretty sure you claimed him within the first day,” he bit back a smile.

“Yeah, I suppose I did—and now he’s giving us our first grandbaby. When did we get old?”

Shaking his head, he finished the last of his coffee, setting the cup on the table, then stood, wiggling his finger in invitation. “Come on, grandma—let’s take this to the bedroom. I have a feeling we’ll need the sleep.”

Standing, she bumped her shoulder into his side. “Sleep, huh? What—you worried I’m gonna break a hip?”

He kissed her temple, a little laugh escaping as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Well… you’re the one that said we’re getting old.”

She slapped his chest playfully before pulling him toward their room. “We’ll see about that, Grandpa.”

#bathena #buddie #buddie 911 #buddie fic #mpreg #a/b/o dynamics #911 abc #snippets #my wips #snark writes #the mpreg!buck story

[rayclubs]

Nobody asked for this but I'm rating TMA fear entities by how scary they are.

The Eye

This bitch should be afraid of me

I set my 0.5L bear head shaped glass mug of discount bootleg pepsi on the table and say "Watch This" and the ceaseless wanker never recovers

0/10 turn your gaze upon. My peanits

The Web

Kind of a MILF and they do intimidate me if I'm being honest

Spiders are pretty disturbing ever since I wrote that story about a gigantic man-eating species with blades for legs, but then there's Jolene who lives on my window and catches the bugs that are Far Worse so I don't even know

4/10 for honest effort, you go girl

The Dark

Scary in the sense that I will stab me goddamn toe

So fun fact, when I was a kid my parents brought home a wooden crate full of pears and set it on the floor near the kitchen doorframe and I ran by at full speed and whacked my pinky toe against it full force, it was bleeding like fuck but for whatever genius reason my parents didn't move the crate so next day I ran the exact same trajectory and didn't have a nail on my pinky toe for six months. But that was in broad daylight so

2/10 get torched idiot

The Vast

I could never be afraid of something so, so sexy

I guess I have an instinctive moderate fear of heights? I did fall off a tree once, and I am prone to window-jumping attempts, but it's not like I can't climb a ladder or anything. The ocean though? The open space? Tell me more

3/10 we on purposed kiss

The Buried

I would DIE in the buried

Petition to rename Too Close I Cannot Breathe to Get The Fuck Away From Me

7/10 can you tell I'm familiar with the crushing weight of poverty

The Flesh

Too funny to be scary

Yeah blood, yeah meat, I'm made of it babygirl don't even worry. I bet you only hate Viscera because your ribs are weird. Not me. Could never be me. My rib is beautiful and pristine, my bone marrow is delish, and my garden is FLOURISHING.

2/10 for the fear of actually going to the gym

The Hunt

It's Gonna Getcha

Kind of boring? Neighborhood stray dogs are scary but at some point you just say "fuck it" and walk the shortcut anyway. We don't have wolves or bears here where I live, it's pretty chill.

2/10 vampires aren't even that sexy (sorry)

The Corruption

I do NOT. Fuck with The Corruption. I DO NOT. Fucking hell.

Bone-chilling, terrifying, absolute bullshit whore of a fear, I HATE her, I hate her SO MUCH, watch me run out of my house screaming upon encountering one motherfucking bitch of a worm, I'm calling extermination services so quick you won't even have the time to say "Filth", FUCK The Corruption

10/10 aaa a a aa a a

The Stranger

Who

I don't know what "uncanny valley" means. I've read the definition but I do not understand the concept. Plastic people don't make any sense to me. "Things that aren't what they should be" does not make sense to me. I Might have identity issues

0/10 fucking clowns

The Slaughter

Soldier TF2

Respectfully and conceptually frightening but not on any personal level. Don't like thinking about it because there's a war just over the border right now, but also everyday things still need done y'know?

5/10

The Spiral

Hawt

Another thing that is conceptually scary but I would just deal with it in a producthve manner because I'm autism powers. Also I get lost even in normal, non-distorted places, so I'm what you may call experienced

4/10 mickey

The Lonely

MY GORGEOUS WIFE

I think about The Lonely at least once a day, I want to go there forever. Will you go to The Lonely with me? Will you? Will you?

0/10 she makes me so happy I want to cry

The Desolation

Yeah fire doesn't do it for me

Can't be scared of losing your home if you don't have a home in the first place

3/10 I'm scared of mean women

The Extinction

Been there done that

More hopeful than scary. Made in Heaven that shit aye

1/10 who gives a shits

The End

Ah well

I mean, I could die tomorrow and I wouldn't care. Cause I'd be dead. Cheers for the living but I'm different.

2/10 the scariest part is all the tentacles

#tma #the magnus archives #ray's bs

[affectiondeficitdisorder]

Pretty Boys Are Poisonous: Megan Fox Gets It Right

It would be easy to poke fun at actress Megan Fox, who has recently identified as a love addict and written a book of poetry being sad about it. You, Megan? You just noticed that you’ve bent and distorted yourself for a lifetime to get the sexual attention of men? That your career is built on your ability to give teenage boys boners? You just noticed this? Do you own a mirror?

But I won’t poke fun at her. Because I was pretty much the same. I was just working with cruder clay. 

“There’s never a point in my life where I loved my body. Never ever,” said the objectively gorgeous actress. “I don’t ever see myself the way other people see me.” Can you relate? We who call ourselves love addicts know that it takes someone else to tell us how we look, for us to know how we look. Someone else has to affirm that you are hot, and desirable, and lovable. And this is scary, because they can withdraw that affirmation at any point. And then you’re fucked. 

“The journey of loving myself is going to be never-ending, I think,” says Fox. I’m on the same journey. Just because someone is beautiful or famous or rich or talented doesn’t make them immune to low self-esteem, otherwise all those pricey rehabs in Malibu would be empty and, trust me, they are not. 

Megan has a poem called “a beautiful boy is a deadly drug.” I have a Post-It note on my bathroom mirror that reads: “He is a 6’3” pile of cocaine. Walk away.” She’ll make more money from her poem than I will from my Post-It note, but we both made the same discovery.

I’m not going to comment on Fox’s very public, very stormy relationship with actor/musician Machine Gun Kelly (as I write this, they are engaged… and he’s 6’4”, by the way) other than to post his picture and note that sex and love addicts do end up in relationships with other sex and love addicts. We can find one another in the dark, blindfolded. It think it’s the pheromones…. or the neediness. But, of course, we are not reliable relationship material because of that whole terrified of losing the constant affirmation thing. 

So why am I giving Megan Fox publicity she doesn’t need, other than as an excuse to post sexy photos? Because I need to be reminded — and maybe you do, too — that what the disease tells me is a lie. The little Tasmanian devil that sits on my shoulder (that is my personification of the disease of addiction) and tells me if only I looked like her I would be okay… that Tasmanian devil is lying. When Taz croaks that if only I had him I would be okay… also lying. That if only I was richer or younger or taller or blonder or… anything other than, better than, me, I would finally be okay. Lying.

Because Megan Fox looks like Megan Fox, and she’s still a love addict. And it still hurts.

#love addiction #romance #relationships #megan fox #machine gun kelly #colson baker

[lavenderdreams22]

Violence and Love Letters - e.m.

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this! I’m in an Eddie mood lately, so I needed to get this out of my system. feedback is always welcome, just please be nice! ❤️

Warnings: cursing, violence. as always, very quickly edited. I think that’s really it, but let me know if you need me to add anything else here!

It was a shock to no one that Eddie Munson was now, and had always been, the type to humiliate himself. When he was younger, it had always been accidental. Now that he was nearing adulthood, he found himself doing it on purpose more and more.

It had started out as his way to take some control back when he started getting bullied, but, as time went on, and he got older, it became second nature. And, even though everyone at Hawkins High was used to his theatrics, very few actually tolerated it.

He had the guys in his band, the little sheepies in Hellfire, and then there was you. You were the type that people wrote songs about (he would know, he had written you about 25). You were a blinding, beautiful light that illuminated the depths of his mind when he started to spiral. You were the first person he called when his antics had gone too far, and you were always, without question, the first to let him live it down.

He had called you after a particularly violent encounter with Jason Carver, and he came over to your house. As your fingers worked over the cuts and bruises on his face, he had the chance to really look at you. He had never been able to take you in before, at least, not up close and personal like this. God, you were beautiful, and he didn’t miss the anger burning in your eyes.

The next day at lunch, Jason came into the cafeteria with a black eye and a busted lip.

“Woah, what the hell happened to him?” Gareth’s voice was low to avoid drawing attention to their band of misfits.

Eddie’s eyes followed Jason from the door to his table before slowly sliding his gaze to you. You kept your gaze trained on your food that you had brought from home. With a quick once over, he noticed that your knuckles were bloody, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

“Did you…?” Eddie whispered.

“No idea what you’re talking about, Munson.” You replied, popping a grape into your mouth.

Eddie grinned at you, then. He let the conversation drop, but you knew it wasn’t over. With a sigh, you eyed him for a moment. He was still grinning as he tucked the memory away. It was one that he wanted to revisit again and again.

*****

Then, there was the infamous chicken salad incident. Your mother had packed it for you, but you spent most of the lunch period with your nose wrinkled at it.

“What’s the problem, princess? Don’t like chicken salad?” Eddie asked, pointing a pretzel at you.

“Not the biggest fan, no.” You shook your head.

“Here, let me get you something from the vending machines?” He said, and when you nodded he smiled at you.

Eddie pushed the chair back, accidentally bumping into a passing cheerleader.

“Ew, watch it. Fucking freak.” She squealed, and her friends laughed behind her.

“The fuck did you just say?” You asked, standing. Your chair nearly toppling over if Dustin hadn’t reached out to steady it for you.

“You heard me,” she gave you an evil little smile.

“I’m gonna need you to repeat yourself.” You were fuming, but you kept your tone quiet. Eddie found that both terrifying and incredibly sexy.

“I called him a ‘fucking freak’.” She repeated, her hands on her hips. “And now that I get a good look at you, I’d say the title fits you both pretty well.”

Before Eddie had the chance to say anything to defend your honor, your chicken salad was flying through the air, hitting the cheerleader square in the chest of her pristine little uniform.

“What the hell!” The shrill sound of her voice rang out through the lunchroom.

“I gave you a chance to shut the fuck up.” You said with a shrug. “Go away.”

“Are you kidding me?” Another shriek.

“I would listen to her if I were you.” Eddie mimicked your shrug, and with a scoff the girls turned on their heels and stalked out of the lunch room.

When he turned back to look at you, you shot him a grin that he was sure stopped his heart completely. He stood there for a moment, letting everything sink in. God damn… he was in trouble. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

*****

“Hey princess.” Eddie grinned down at you from the door of his trailer.

“Hey, Eds.” You gave him a small wave. “Can I come in?”

“Course you can.” He stepped to the side, holding the screen door open for you.

You stepped over the threshold and were met by the distinct smell of Eddie. You inhaled as discreetly as you could, but Eddie didn’t miss it. He never did, and sometimes you found yourself cursing him for being so damn observant.

“Sorry, smells like weed and booze in here.” He chuckled, running an embarrassed hand through his hair.

“No, smells nice. Like your aftershave.” After the words left your lips, you felt the blush creep up your neck.

“So, you like the way I smell, then?” He winked at you before gesturing down the hall to his room. His face scrunched up, again embarrassed by where he lived. “Sorry it’s not the White House.” His voice was quieter than normal, and you felt your heart sink.

“Eds… it’s perfect.” You patted his shoulder, “just like you.” You shoved past him to get to his bedroom. “Can’t believe you’ve never invited me over before now.”

He grinned as he watched you move around the room, your finger tracing over various knick knacks. He would never tell you that the reason he had avoided having you over for so long was because if he got to see you in his space, with his things, he would never want you to leave.

Truth be told, you never wanted to leave, either. Eddie had always felt like home to you. So, with unspoken words, and coveted feelings, the two of you spent the entire night in his bed, passing a blunt between the two of you while Black Sabbath played in the background.

*****

About a month later, Eddie had asked you to copy your notes. You handed him your notebook without thinking. Your notebook that you had scribbled his name in various calligraphies in the margins. The same notebook that you had written love note after love note, dedicated to Eddie, in. You had never intended for him to see them, but you realized your mistake a moment too late.

The sound in your bedroom turned to static, as he sat there, his eyes trained on the page as you chewed nervously on your bottom lip.

“Eddie?” Your voice cracked, and his gaze snapped to you.

“Do you mean these things you wrote?” He asked, his tone just as tentative as yours.

“Every word.” You nodded. “Didn’t mean for it to come out like this, but…” with a shrug, you reached for the notebook.

His face split into a dopey grin, and you felt the weight of the world fall off your shoulders as he traced over the words with a finger.

“So, you meant it when you said ‘Every day I fall more in love with you’?” He asked, “or what about, ‘your eyes remind me of coming home’.”

“Yup, even that.” A small smile, “I don’t expect you to feel the same, obviously.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He closed the notebook and reached out both hands, taking your hands in his. “I have been crazy about you since you decked Carver in the face.”

“You have?” You blinked, and you were sure that the confusion was evident on your face.

“Oh yeah. I always thought I was being obvious, but it seems like the only person that didn’t know how I felt was you. Wasn’t a secret.” He pulled you into his arms by your hands, and, with a yelp, you settled in. Your head rested over his heart, and you swore you could hear the words that neither of you had dared speak aloud. I love you.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #st4 #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x you #stranger things season four #eddie munson fic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things volume 2 #eddie munson fluff

[orangeaurora]

Scarlet | Chapter 2

pairing: steve harrington x reader, best friend!eddie munson x reader

Summary: After a falling out with her childhood best friend Nancy Wheeler due to her hatred for Steve Harrington, Y/N goes on a journey of discovering she has powers and that the goosebumps she gets around Steve Harrington aren’t actually from hatred. Though these new found powers are difficult to deal with, nothing is harder than dealing with the creatures of the upside down.

SLOW BURN AF

word count: 2150

warnings: cussing, drinking, smoking weed, mean steve </3, sexy halloween costume (LOL). I think that’s it.

A/N: hi cuties. I really love this chapter and I hope you all do too. huge shoutout to my best friend who helps me edit this fic. it wouldn’t exist without her. happy reading, and I hope you enjoy!!

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There has been radio silence from Nancy ever since that night. It was the night of Tina’s party and all the upper class-men were invited to her Halloween Bash of the year. I knew that Nancy was going to be there, but I just couldn’t bring myself to accept that I would have to ignore the girl that I almost sacrificed my life for. As I looked in the mirror of my vanity table, the scar on the left side of my face reminded me of the events of that night. It was a line that was perpendicular to my eyebrow and eye and almost looked as if it went straight through my (eye color) irises. It stung with heat when I would think about what happened. As I started to cover it with makeup, my mom walked in.

“It isn’t so bad, you know?”

“It’s hideous.” I hated it. Not only did it ruin my face, but it was a reminder.

“I don’t know, you look pretty badass to me, honey.” She looks over at my costume for the night “I think if Princess Leia had a scar through her eye, she would be a lot cooler.”

“Sexy Princess Leia, Mom,” I say pointing to the white fishnets and corset that lay with my blue lightsaber prop.

“Right, Sexy.” My mom wasn’t excited about my version of our favorite Star Wars character, but I am 18 so she knew she didn’t have much say on what I wear outside of the house. As she stood up to leave the room she said “Just make sure you do her buns right and remember to have fun!”

This was my first real outing since I got my scar and makeup didn’t cover it as much as I wanted it to so I was terrified. With my whole costume on, I was able to look in the mirror and feel… beautiful. I can’t remember the last time I felt confident with myself. With this newfound and hopefully not short-lived confidence, I was ready for Tina’s party, no matter who I bumped into there.

When I pulled up to Tina’s party, I could hear the music almost a block away. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my body was shaking the same way it did a year ago when I was on my way to Jonathon Byer’s house. When I walked into Tina’s house, I felt heads turn to look at me. It was like eyes around the room were piercing my skin. Was I showing too much off? No, it is Halloween. This moment felt like forever until I felt someone grab my arm. When I turned around, it was Tina offering me a drink.

“Y/N you look hot as fuck!”

“Thank you!” I said, not knowing if she was telling me the truth or not.

“Have the time of your life tonight, and try to keep all bodily fluids in the bathroom tonight for the sake of my parent’s carpet! Thanks!” She half shouted so that I could hear her over the crowd of people in her living room as she walked away from me.

Great… now what? I guess I could call Ed-

“KING STEVE IN THE HOUSE!” My head turns so fast to face the front door as I see Nancy and Steve walking inside. Of course, he would make an entrance like that.

I felt my face grow red. I felt like I was going to puke. The sight of them made me sick or was it the drink that Tina gave me?

Nancy locked eyes with me and immediately grabbed Steve’s arm and led him to the kitchen. I don’t know what was in that drink, but I followed right behind them.

“Hey, guys.” That was all I could say even though I had enough courage to say something in the first place. Why couldn’t it have been more than that? I probably looked like a freak. Nancy and Steve were dressed as people from Risky Business, very conservatively might I add, as I had more skin on display than most people standing in the kitchen.

“Y/N? Wow, you look stunning. Fuck, look at your eye. Looks like the hospital I brought you to did a really good job fixing you up.” That made my whole body heat up with anger.

“Oh yeah! The one you so conveniently dropped me off at to ensure no blood would end up in your precious car!”

That seemed to catch Nancy’s attention and she quickly turned her head to look at him; “You dropped her off Steve?” Steve’s face grew pale. “Uh - Well… Ya know- I…” He couldn’t stop stuttering. Did Nancy really not know that I was left alone that night? “Look Nance BOOZE! Ya know, the reason we are here, to get drunk, not to reminisce with scar face.” And at that moment, every ounce of confidence left my body. How could he say that to me? “Yeah… booze,” Nancy said as she walked away with him. She turned her head to look at my stunned face as she mouthed the tiniest “I’m sorry”.

For the next few hours, I didn’t even want to drink. The thought of putting alcohol into my body sounded like a recipe for disaster, so I filled a red solo cup with water as I danced with a few different people in the common area of the house. Suddenly, I heard arguing coming from the kitchen and recognized my old best friend’s voice immediately. As I walked towards the voices to see what was going on, it felt like Nancy came out of nowhere as she bumped into me and her red spiked punch spilled all over the both of us. We both had tears welling up in our eyes as we looked at our chests covered in dark red and back up to one another’s faces. In just a second Nancy ran upstairs as I ran to the downstairs bathroom that was right by the kitchen.

“I am a fucking idiot,” I said as I vigorously tried scrubbing the red color out of my white corset. I did this for five minutes until I heard a knock at the door.

“O-One second,” I choked out in between sobs.

“Y/N, babe, it's me” I immediately felt at peace as I heard my best friend’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Eddie?” I opened the door to Eddie Munson’s puppy dog eyes trying to search my face for what happened. “Where were you?!” I was so mad he wasn’t here earlier, none of this would have happened if he were here. “I stopped for a gram,” Eddie says as he closes the bathroom door behind him and enters holding up a Ziploc bag with marijuana in it. “Wow Munson, once again choosing weed over your best friend.”

“Well, not necessarily, if I got the weed for my best friend, right?” I cracked my first smirk of the night. “God, Eddie, you should’ve seen me when I first got here tonight. I- I felt like I was on top of the world,” I said as I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. He followed my lead and sat next to me as he grabbed my hand “I bet you looked beautiful,” I smiled again and was finally calm enough to tell him what happened. Eddie was fuming. His eyes turned dark and probably would have killed Steve if he was in the room with us. “I’m so sorry, babe,” he took a slight pause, I could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully. “Look, let’s get you out of this tiny bathroom and try to finish this night on a good note, shall we?” Eddie says as he stands up and holds out his hand for me to take it. “Eddie, look at me. I can’t go out there with a huge red stain on me,” “Sure you can! Your version of Princess Leia is sexy AND got shot,” I finally grabbed his hand as I agreed with him, “gory, I like it.” He pulls me to my feet and we exit the bathroom and make our way to the couch in the living room.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to get high off of his ass while I decided to remain sober for the rest of the night. It also wasn’t long after Eddie and I came out of the bathroom that we saw Nancy run down the stairs and into the arms of Jonathan Byers before getting in his car and leaving the party completely. “Well, I guess Harrington isn’t getting any pussy tonight after all,” Eddie sheepishly said while cracking up at his own joke. As much as I wanted to laugh with him, I couldn’t help but get stuck in my thoughts and think about what could’ve gone down in that upstairs bathroom. I hated Steve Harrington but I still loved Nancy Wheeler and hoped to god that my presence at that party didn’t just ruin their relationship. I slapped Eddie’s arm to get him to stop laughing as we saw the most pitiful, distraught Steve Harrington basically dragging himself down Tina’s stairs.

“Man, Steve must be really… really deprived of some action,” He deserved it. Steve deserved to be made fun of for how he looked right now after how he treated me tonight, but I couldn’t joke back with Eddie right now. Why couldn’t I joke back? I watched as Steve walked with his head pulled as close to his chest as he could as he walked out of the party towards his car. I knew how much he had been drinking that night and couldn’t believe he was leaving. I started to stand up and Eddie immediately pulled me back onto the couch while holding my arm, “Where are you going?!” He asked me with almost a demanding tone. “Steve is probably drunker than half the people at this party and that’s saying a lot,” Eddie looked up at me with his eyebrows furrowed and an ‘okay, and?’ look was plastered all over his face. I rolled my eyes at him, “What kind of Good Samaritan would I be if I let a reckless 19 year old drive drunk in our small town?” Eddie’s face softened and after a few seconds he let go of my arm, I gave him a small smile as I stood up off the couch to chase after Steve. Out of breath from running, I yelled out “Steve!” He turned around and looked at me with confusion and then made the most surprised face, eyes wide with shock, but also full of sadness.

“Can I help you?” He questioned my presence but he couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

“Steve, you can’t drive like this,” I say with a pleading voice. “And why is that, Y/N?” He didn’t sound angry, just annoyed. “You’re drunk as fuck, Steve. You barely made your way down the stairs inside. Please, let me drive you home,”

“Why would you want to drive me home?” “Look, I owe you one a-after that night,” He looked like he could’ve started to cry. “I don’t deserve it Y/N, just pretend that you didn’t see me,” that angered me. Steve made me so angry. Maybe I should just let him get in his car and drive away. But I knew I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to him all because I was too petty to take him home. “Steve, please let me help.” The way I said the word help must have sparked something in him, maybe it reminded him of the night I was only able to choke out that word before he finally agreed to take me to the hospital. His caramel eyes softened the same way my best friend’s did and said “Yeah, okay, you can drive me home,” He goes to sit in the passenger seat as I hold out my hand to him. “Oh hell no. You have lost passenger privileges Stevie boy. Maybe next time you should be a little nicer to ‘scar face’ and you would be able to sit in the comfy front seat, get in the back,” Steve looked up in my eyes for the first time that since I ran after him, there was a mix of guilt and shock behind them as he accepted his defeat, closing the car door of the passenger side and getting into the back seat. I took a deep breath before getting into the driver’s seat of Steve Harrington’s beloved car.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x you #enemies to lovers

[kalid-raven]

Consent is a Sexy Word

A/n: Just a small moment of Scarlet’s work :) It’s not very good, but I’m hoping it’ll still be fun to read! 

Trigger Warnings for mentions of sex work(Is that a warning?) talk of abuse, a little torture, and some murder.

Ellie belongs to @rottent33th​

This wasn't right! This wasn't how things were supposed to go tonight!

A well-dressed man crawled across the floor of his penthouse, dining chair and table overturned and broken wine glasses shattered around him. He didn't dare try to get to his feet, the woman he had been flirting with moments ago had shot his kneecaps before he knew what was happening. She was supposed to be a reputable sex worker, this was supposed to be a paid for night of fun! Instead, he was crawling for his life to get away from her. By the sound of her heels, though, he was failing miserably at that.

"Oh, honey," The woman practically purred, brushing long dark hair away from her face as she came to loom in front of him, gun in one hand and a switch blade in the other. "Where do you think you're going? The fun isn't over just yet..." She crouched down, using the blade's point to force him to look up at her.

"Now, I want you to think really, really hard about what you did to get here." She continued, tracing the sharp point of her knife along his jawline, drawing a drop of blood in the process.

"D-did? I just met you-!" His words were cut short as she backhanded him. Hard.

"Ah-ah, baby. That's not what I'm asking. What did you do to make pretty ol' me come here and fuck you up? Come on, Clark, you can do it. Guess."

He strained his brain to think, afraid what would happen if he didn't. Still, nothing came to mind and left him staring blankly, terrified.

The woman rolled her green eyes with an annoyed sigh. "Fine, I'll spell it out for you." She growled sharply, reaching into the bodice of her red dress, and withdrew a few pictures, tossing them down in front of him. It was of different women, all battered, and a look of realization dawned on him. "There you go, now you get it... Consent is a sexy word, you know? And none of these beautiful ladies gave it to you when you hit them. They were sex workers hired to fuck your lonely ass for cash, not to get their asses beat for your sick amusement." Her tone had become a venomous hiss as she led her knife to his shoulder, and then plunged it in.

Clark howled in pain, and she gave it a twist for good measure. "Stop! Please! I won't do it again! It was a misunder-" Another twist and a jerk cut his words off fast, devolving into cries of anguish instead.

"Now, now, sweety... Lying isn't polite. Mind your manners." Her gaze was cold as ice, but her smile was positively malicious. "I was hired by these darlings to make sure you never hurt them again. This could have been avoided, you didn't evaded the ban they put on you, you could have just NOT hit them, but now we're here." She stood up and, with a harsh kick, knocked him onto his back. "Now that you're all nice and caught up, it's about time I finish my job." She raised her gun, fixing her aim.

A look of terror and a bullet later, and all became exceptionally quiet, save for the music he had put on in the background earlier that evening.

She eyed his corpse for a moment longer, prodding it a bit with her heel. "Bastard... Never quits being satisfying, though." The woman hummed, scooping up the photos and making her way to her purse and putting both them and the gun inside. Her phone began to ring, and she picked it up. "Scarlet speaking~" She said, only to hear a familiar voice greet her. "Ellie, honey! So good to hear you're voice, gorgeous, what's got you calling?" She asked as she proceeded to go to the bag she left by the front door, having told Clark it was "toys" for later, but honestly it was just supplies for her crime scene. The guy so easily believed she was another sex worker and what she said, he made the whole thing almost disappointingly easy.

"Oh, I was just going over some recipes and realized I never got to make you a peach pie before!" Ellie cheerfully said, unaware of her friend's current business. "When do you think you'll be near Ambrose again?"

Scarlet gave it some thought as she began cleaning away any identifiable evidence. "That's a good question, dear. Let's see... I think I can make it for a visit in a week if that's fine by you and your amazing family?"

"Oh, that's perfect! Don't worry your head about it, they'll definitely be looking forward to seeing you, too!"

Scarlet chuckled. "Alright, it's a date, then. Ellie bell, I gotta go, I'm actually in the middle of work right now. I'll call you back after, alright? I'll send you some photos, too. Looking hot as hell right now and don't want the effort to go to waste."

"I'm looking forward to it! Sorry to call at a bad time, though... I look forward to seeing you soon!" Ellie sounded a bit disappointed she had such poor timing, but Scarlet didn't mind.

"Don't worry that pretty head of yours about it. See you later, darling." Scarlet ended the call at that and let out a sigh, looking down at the corpse. "Now it's just you and me for the next hour. Yippee..."

#scarlet #slasher fanfiction #slasher-verse #ellie #murder #hitwoman

[ejoygvf]

Lost in Fleet

Your first time seeing the band at Wembley Arena, London and of course… you get lost backstage. What’s the worst that could happen?

My first ever fic, please be kind. This is a mini Sam three parter! Enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: Sexy talk, alcohol, angst, fluff💕

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

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The handle for the bathroom stall you were in started to turn, but before you could even process what was happening, the door had slammed back shut. Your eyes shot up, but you didn’t see anybody. “Ahh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I am so fuckin’ sorry!” You froze, still sat on the toilet, tights and thong round your ankles with your dress bunched at the waist. You recognised that strong Michigan accent anywhere and your entire core felt like it had been set alight. “Oh, erm n-no worries. Im nearly done. Will be out in a sec.” I’ve gone from being lost at Wembley Arena, trying to re-locate my friend to now letting Sam Kiszka know that I’ve nearly finished pissing, great.

You tried to quickly sort yourself out with shaky hands and a now very rapid breath. Taking a gulp, you stared at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom cubicle you were in. Now terrified to step out of it, you took a deep breath, splashed some cold water over your hands and turned to get out and back to finding your friend. You felt like your hand was paralysed, not able to turn the handle, nervous for what or who was waiting on the other side. Pressing the door shut behind you and closing your eyes leaning back, head against the wood, you took the deepest breath in through your nose at what you’re pretty certain just occurred.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you supposed to be back here?” A kind voice came from the hallway behind you. Trying to collect yourself, you turned to see an absolutely beautiful woman wearing a pair of loose fit jeans and a black pleather crop top. You knew that smile, you’d seen it all over Twitter and Instagram, it was Jita. Was this real life? She could clearly see in your face that you were a bit shaken and certainly very confused. The main question being, how you ended up in the backstage area of the place you were supposed to be seeing one of your favourite bands, for the first time. You blinked back light tears and nodded at her “Yeah, I’m okay thanks. I’m lost to shit and have no idea where my friend is but she’s probably in the middle of pit by now and they’re about to play, so there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be able to get out there now and I’ve been wanting to see them play for so long and-“

You were talking a million miles an hour, not even taking a breath, the anxiety taking over your whole body. Jita so elegantly lifted her hands to your shoulders and held them firmly, looking up at you with the most perfectly lined, brown eyes. “Hey, hey, shhh, shhh. Take. A. Breath. Girlie! You’re okay, I’m here, I got you. You’re gonna be all good, you’re gonna watch the show and have a great time, alright?” Before you could even answer, she wrapped you up in a bear hug, so warm but still elegant and light as was every move she made.

“Where’s the rest of the team? And the family? Hannah, Karen, Kelly, Paige?” You knew who everyone was, of course you did. She turned to you, answering all the burning questions you’d been asking whilst hurriedly walking down the halls to side stage. Yes… SIDE FUCKING STAGE. Jita wasn’t going to let you go back through the crowd by yourself at this point, it would have been too dangerous. She managed to blag another backstage pass for you to hang round your neck. I mean, she could get away with it, she was pretty much the only long term and loyal girlfriend of any member. “Oh, well… Hannah and Sam broke up a while back and it’s just me on the European leg of tour. Apart from obviously the social media team, management and yadda yadda yadda…”

You didn’t want to pry when you heard about Hannah and Sam. You had had your suspicions and so had the entire fan community after the unfollowings on Instagram and removal of any couple pictures, but to actually hear it kind of made your tummy flutter. Especially at the fact, you’re almost certain about 20 minutes ago, he had seen you having a piss.

Jita grabbed your hand, dragging you up the stairs on the side of the stage. The boys were coming on from the other side and still had a little while to go, so you took this time to ask 101 more questions. You thought if you’d focus on just talking that you would manage to push through the sickening fact you were standing side stage of Wembley arena, about to be just feet away from Greta. Because in reality, you were absolutely shitting yourself, quite frankly.

“Sooo, does this happen often? Fans getting lost backstage. Let alone ending up side stage with you? Sorry, I know I’m probably pestering you and asking all the questions ever and for you this is just a standard Tuesday but-“ There it was again, word vomit. You weren’t hiding the nerves very well. “Erm honey… remember what I said about breathing?” She giggled and bumped your shoulder, making you relax a bit. She handed you a clear cup that smelt fruity and was dark pink in colour. “It’s some sort of fruity cider. You said you were old enough to drink, right? It’s like 18 and legal to drink in the UK? So just have a drink and it’ll calm your nerves. But you have no need to be nervous with me, I promise you’re in good hands.” She smiled. You took the cup, knocking back a gulp and actually, you almost instantly felt lighter.

You looked back up at her smiling and nodding before she carried on talking. “See? I told you it’d help. Anyway, to answer question 74 out of 200.” She chuckled to herself and lightly pushed your shoulder. Embarrassed you put your hand up to your eyes and mouthed a pathetic sorry to her. “I’m only teasing you, it’s actually really nice to have someone to talk to and you seem so chill. But to actually answer your question, no. No, this never happens and if the rest of the group was here, this wouldn’t flow. But hey, being the only girl on a tour with those four fucks can be slightly grating, so I’m allowing myself to adopt a friend and the guys will think you’re great too. I’ve met some really nice fans, don’t get me wrong. Then you get some that are absolutely batshit mental. But I dunno, there’s something about you y/n, you just seem different. Ya know? I wanna chill with you and dance lots tonight. I’ll introduce you properly after they’ve finished and if you want, we’re going for some drinks after… I think? Who knows, but either way… you’re coming with, so it’s not another sausage fest for me.” Now she was word vomiting and knocking back her cup of cider. But you didn’t mind, it was comforting to hear and the biggest compliment. What was so different about you?

You looked up to see where her eyes were focused. They were looking over to the other side of the stage and that’s when you saw them. All four of them. She was beaming, crinkles in the outter corners of her eyes forming from a smile plastered across her face, so big. The sight of her boyfriend, Jake who was goofily dancing around for her attention. She waved at them and they all waved back lovingly. You could see them all huddled before Sam pointed over at you and all eyes turned to check out what he was gesturing to. You wanted to die, you wanted the ground to swallow you entirely. “That’s who I saw pissing in the toilet backstage.” You just knew that’s what he must’ve been saying.

Danny waved at you first, dressed in a white, velvety tank and matching trousers with a gold stripe running down the sides of each leg. His hair perfectly tousled down the back of his neck, curled to an absolute art. His makeup was like always, almost Egyptian looking, totally stunning.

Josh, gave you a salute. His bare feet tiptoeing up and down on the floor to steady his nerves. He was wearing the gold jumpsuit with green vines and jewels that you had seen in so many photos and videos, but in person it was even more breathtaking. His smile took up almost his entire face and he just oozed a confidence, not cockiness, just confidence.

Jake, the moon. Still dancing like a goof with a guitar pick between his lips, shot you some gun fingers to keep in theme with his garish moves. Dressed in his usual two piece, black with the gold accents. Tummy poking through, not yet drenched with sweat like it normally is when you watch them on YouTube. You couldn’t be sure but it looked like he had a bit of eyeliner on too, which you weren’t complaining about.

Then, there he was. The fourth. The baby.

The now single Sammy. He was ethereal, god like, spilling pure sex appeal. You weren’t expecting to be so drawn to him. You’d always been in twin lane, mainly Josh’s. But seeing Sammy, casually lent up against the tallest amp on stage, a cocktail in hand, bare feet planted on the floor and his eyes laser focused on yours, you were driving your car straight out of that lane and right into his. He was fucking beautiful and he could not take his eyes off of you. No wave, no gesture, just the slightest curve of his lips on one side of his mouth. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights and just to be sure, you turned around to check he wasn’t looking at someone behind you, but there was no one else. You looked back at him smiling slightly. He looked down to his feet, chuckling to himself. Embarrassed, you gulped another bit of your drink and tried to occupy your hands so you weren’t nervously picking at the skin around your nails. Sammy looked back up at you and winked, sending lightening bolts through your core. It wasn’t just a greeting wink, it felt like more than that and you knew it.

Neither you nor Jita interacted with the boys during the show. You had moved further down to get a better view of the stage. You’d text your friend and explained what had happened and she replied with “Go and shoot your shot. I’ve made some pals down here anyway! Love you xx” To be fair, she had only come along for moral support, she wasn’t a huge Greta fan, so deep down you didn’t feel to guilty. The show from start to finish was more than magical, it was everything you could have ever imagined and more. You felt physically electric. You danced, screamed, clapped, sung and jumped around with Jita. She made all of your worries and anxieties disappear. It felt totally natural, you two had really just gravitated towards each other, perfectly.

Just before the boys went off stage, Jita signalled for you to follow her. You threw your empty cup into a bin, mid run to keep up with her, punching the air when it lands. You can hear the screams slowly fading, the further backstage you get and you hear Josh’s last “sugaaaaaaar” of Highway Tune, which means you know the show is coming to an end. You’re led to a little green room backstage, near where the bathroom you were lost in earlier, was. Clothes scattered all over chairs, bottles of half full Fireball and Tequila on the table with a bowl of fruit, bags of nuts and a jar of honey. It smells like cedar wood, patchouli and sweet tobacco, mixed slightly with a hint of booze and sweat. “y/n, take a seat here and I’ll be back in a second. I’m just gonna pee and then find Jake and give him the run down of… this.” She signalled to you with her hands. She smiles widely at you and dramatically blows a kiss making a MWAH sound before running out the door and letting it slowly close behind her. Your mouth was left wide open, about to say something but it had all happened so quickly and she was gone before you’d even had the chance to produce sound.

You were facing away from the door, before you saw a full length mirror in the corner. You took this moment to go over, collect your thoughts and give yourself a pep talk. During the show your nerves had severely calmed and you were definitely more relaxed now after having three ciders. Jita did everything in her power to make you feel comfortable and you felt like old friends by the time you were flung into a green room.

You checked yourself over in the mirror, smoothing over the deep purple fabric of your mini dress. You adjusted it round your neck and trailed your hands down the long bit of chiffon that fell delicately down the side of it. Your hair was still perfectly in place, you bounced it up slightly. It had more volume to it since you had your fringe and layers cut in. Giving a Stevie Nicks 70s vibe to your style. Your lashes still long and eyeliner ever so slightly smudged, which you quickly cleaned up with your pinky. You reached into your bag, put on a bit of tinted lip balm and placed a tic tac in your mouth.

“You got this! You’re just backstage at Wembley Arena about to meet the entire band. It’s all good, just breathe…” As you turn to sit back down, your head quickly snaps back into the mirror “and DON’T say anything stupid!” A sweet smile crosses your face and you sit back down. You started to scroll through Instagram, your timeline filling up with pictures and videos of tonight’s show and it blows your mind to think you were just watching the same thing.

It felt like you were scrolling for a good 20 minutes and then you heard the door crash open behind you. Jumping up from your seat to catch your breath you hear “Ahh fuck, again?! I’m so sorry. I’m not doing so hot here, am I? Bursting through doors and scaring the living shit outta you.” You’re frozen into place. Yup, that’s Sam again. You’d bet your life on it. You slowly turn on your heels as the slow close door thuds shut behind him. A shy but warm smile creeps onto your face and you know that your eyes are lit up. Inside you’re internally screaming but you’re trying to appear as composed as possible.

“It is… you… right? The girl that I walked in on in the bathroom. Again… I’m so fuckin’ sorry about that. I’m erm- I’m Sam. Nice to meet you. Jita said something about a y/n. I’m assuming that’s you? You got lost or some shit and here you are?” You started to slowly nod and were about to speak before he started up again. “This isn’t some like crazy fan tactic to get backstage or anything? Jita is such a softie and will talk to anybody, but even this is a lot for her. We were all pretty pissed off when she told us that she met a lost fan backstage and decided to not only let her watch from side stage but invited her out to after show drinks.” It was at this point you stopped zoning out long enough to look at him and get a real good look. Bare foot, white cigarette style trousers, perfectly ironed to a pleat in the middle. They stopped mid hip with no belt. A little tuft of hair just under his belly button and on his chest too. He was glazed with sweat and his shoulders, chest and stomach were moving so animatedly with every breath he was taking. Clearly exhausted from the show. His hair, chocolatey brown slightly sticking to the sides of his face but mostly fallen behind his shoulders. A gold sword necklace hung between his collar bones and his eyes dark, warm brown were scanning over your entirety.

“So what is it then? Huh?” You must have looked ridiculous, mouth snapping back shut after your jaw had been hanging open. He was clicking in front of your face to knock you out of your daze. “Helllloooooo? y/n you there, precious?”

“Fuck, yeah… sorry. I-I didn’t mean t-, I never purposeful-, Jita found me after y-.” You sighed, feeling defeated and shrugged your hands up into your face. Walking yourself back to lean up against an empty space of the wall. “No. I don’t have any sort of tactics. I had no plan or intention of coming backstage, I’m totally out of my depth here.” You walked over to the booze scattered table, pouring yourself half a plastic cup of fireball and essentially inhaling the sweet spicy liquid. “I’m not a crazed, weird fan that’s trying to fuck you guys, if that’s what you’re thinking. This was supposed to be my first time seeing you guys live and then I got separated from my friend and ended up in a bathroom, where w- well, ya know what happened there. Jita could clearly see that I looked like a lost soul and helped me out, we watched the show and now, here I am… I guess?” You had at this point found yourself back up against the wall, your new comfort space which was a safe distance away from him. But you hadn’t even noticed that mid speech, Sammy had made his way over to you.

He was standing inches away from you. Your arms hanging beside you, palms flat against the wall. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, you could smell the sweat mixed with cologne. A faint but sweet smell of whatever cocktail he’d been drinking on his breath. He smirked at you, clearly revelling in the fact that he was turning you into a quivering bag of nerves. Even though you were trying to play it as cool as you could, he saw right through you. He leaned forward with his hand flat against the wall, next to your head. His forearm was brushing against your hair and you could feel him as he inched his face closer to yours. His lips must have just been centimetres away from your own. You felt his honey brown eyes searching over all of your features. For what? You’re not sure, but he looked hungry.

“Hey precious, slow yourself down. I never said it would have been a bad thing now, did I?” He licked his lips and you swore you could have felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. “What wouldn’t have been a bad thing?” You breathily sighed out, eyes fluttering between his lips and eyes. “Wouldn’t have been a bad thing if your goal was to end up back here, just to fuck one of us.” What the actual hell was happening. The acidity of the fireball you’d shot back was sat at the base of your throat, your entire body felt as though it had been lit on fire. You darent move your palms from the wall behind you, knowing they’d be drenched in sweat.

Before you could utter a sound he used his spare hand to reach up and tuck your loose strands of hair behind your ear, keeping his fingers lingering at the hollowed out space below the side of your jaw and below your earlobe. He was eyeing you like a hawk, curious as to what your next move would be, if you were going to be ballsy or let him take the lead. His face lit up and he smiled at you, a very menacing smile, oozing sex and lust. “Never fucked a fan before, let alone fucked backstage.”

“Tha- that wasn’t my intention, Sammy.” You choked out, feeling your breath heavier with each passing second. Get yourself together. Your inside voice was screaming at you. Don’t. Pass. Up. This. Opportunity. Try and exude any sexual prowess you can conjure up. You were telling yourself over and over. Dutch courage overtook you and you decided to play him at his own game. You coughed slightly and pulled yourself up from the wall to straighten yourself out. Faces still so close. Lifting a hand and gently brushing his hair from the side of his face, sweeping it over his ear and letting your fingers pass down his shoulder and bicep before dropping it back to your side. He shuddered at your touch, you were gentle but somewhat needy with it.

You’d for sure taken him by surprise. He wasn’t expecting that type of bold move from you. He leant his forehead against yours, your bodies were closer now, as well as your faces. That’s when you felt it and your centre ignited. It was just brushing against your hip bone, he was taller than you by a good few inches, so that’s where it naturally fell whilst he stood near on flushed to you. He was hard, not just semi, but rock hard and l… ME, little old me, had got him into that state of mind?!

You started to feel the warmth between your thighs, yourself. Was this really happening right now? He ever so gently pressed his lips against yours and you welcomed it, kissing back lightly. His bottom lip slightly overlapping yours, so it was on your skin too. It was brief, soft, warm, only a little wet but my god was it full of want and lust.

The door opened behind Sammy and his hand dropped from beside your head, pulling himself back all together at the noise of someone entering the room. He whispered loud enough just so that only you could hear “I guess we’ll experiment with that not so bad idea a bit later on in the night, hey then, precious?” And he shot you a wink. Your insides were mush at this point and the wetness pooling in your underwear had become almost uncomfortable.

“Sammy, don’t be a dick and stop bullying y/n. Jitabug says she’s great. Oh wait, your name IS y/n, right? I’m shit at names.” Jake laughed gently. “Yeah, it’s y/n. Nice to meet you, you’re so lucky to have Jita. She’s so sweet and you guys were amazing, by the way!” You smiled through all of your words. He walked over with arms open extended out to you, “Imma a bit sweaty so forgive me but gotta hug any friends of Jitabugs, especially ones she insists hang out with us after a show. Sorry if Sam was being a little COCKSUCKER.” He turned his head aiming the last words towards his little brother. “He thinks he’s really hilarious, but nine times out of ten, he isn’t. Hey Sam… don’t change your day job to be a comedian, you’d fuckin succckkk!” Sam shot you a cheeky grin and winked at you, knowing that his brother had absolutely no clue what had just occurred. He played right into it. “Can’t help myself, Jake. I love bullying fresh meat. Especially if it’s a crazed fan that’s pretending to be lost, just to get into one of our pants.” He let out a belly laugh and held his stomach as if he was in physical pain from cracking a shit joke. You swore you could feel your face burning red. Jake rolled his eyes towards you and shook his head “Fuckin hell, sorry about him, honestly.” Turning his eyes back to Sammy and half scowling. “Sammy, seriously. Stop being a fucking asshole. Jitabug said she’s super cool and real chill. She’s coming for drinks with us, end of. So let your friendly alter ego come out… yeah? Not everyone understands your warped sense of humour..”

Sammy giggled and nodded along whilst making his way over to you. “You’re right, Jacob. Sorry for being a miserable bastard.” He turned to look directly at you… “you don’t seem too batshit crazy, I’m sure we’ll have a great night and hey, I’m glad you enjoyed your first Greta Van Fleet show. What a great way to celebrate it, huh?” He said all this with a genuine smile on his face, sex still showing through his eyes. He leaned in and gave you a hug, wrapping his arms around your head, in an almost child like way. He pressed his lips to your ear, subtly enough for Jake not to notice. “Sorry, that was a bit harsh, precious. I’m just hungry for you and want later to be now.”

You felt his cock twitch against your hip bone just briefly before he pulled back, keeping a hold of your shoulders. You took in a sharp breath and giggled at him, not knowing how else to respond.

Jita ran into the room basically bowling into Jake with open arms. He welcomed it, sloppily dousing her face with kisses. Giggles, lip smacking and pet names were echoing in the corner of the room. Danny came bounding in next, wiping sweat off of his forehead, closely followed by Josh who was smiling from ear to ear after the show they’d just put on, obviously (and rightly so) very proud of himself. “Y/n! It’s so good to meet you. Weird circumstances but any friend of Jitas is a friend of ours. Come ‘ere!” Danny pulled you in for a warm cuddle and you almost stuck to his sweaty chest. He radiates the most beautiful, Greek God like aura and smelt like eucalyptus and peppermint. “Absolutely, and what a joy it was to have you enjoy your first show side stage, magical energy as always for us in the UK. S’a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” Josh lent forward, bowing his head and taking your hand in his, before placing a firm kiss on the top of your hand. He was, as everyone says, a human sunshine. A ball of nothing but pure radiance and love. A constant beaming smile and glint in his eyes.

“It’s so, so good… and slightly weird to meet you all. Still feels strange but my god, what an awesome show. I’m so glad to have finally seen you live and now… we’re getting drunk? Life’s weird, huh?” You chuckled out loud and were followed by giggles from the rest of the group. “Hell yeah, we’re getting drunk… and y/n, we fucking love weird! Have you met us? Well no, you hadn’t until just fifteen minutes ago, so don’t answer that. But now you have so-“ Josh started stumbling over his words, his mouth to slow to keep up with his brain. “Okay Josh bud, I think she gets it.” Danny grinned, patting him on the back. Sam hadn’t taken his eyes off of you this whole time. He had sat on the sofa at this point, a pillow strategically placed over his crotch. Christ, when did this rockstar last get laid?

#gvf fic #sam kiszka #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #daniel wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka gvf #gvf angst #gvf series

[evansbby]

Hey bestie 🥰🫶 Fairy’s Woes, here we go 😍

I did skim through, liked and rebloged it earlier - but this evening I had the time to properly read and appreciate this beautiful drabble 😍

Aaahhh I loved the domestic touch to this - it was omega decorating the house, baking cupcakes, preparing snacks, just all out her making sure the place was ready to welcome guests - such a cute lil wifey, of course Steve was so proud of her 🥹

You display the a/b/o dynamic so well!!! Honestly I had no clue about the dynamic before starting POYT and I read the wiki page you linked but even before reading the wiki page I felt I learned so much about the dynamic from how you show the relationship and feelings of omega and Steve. It was particularly clear in the beginning of the drabble when omega was drawn to listen to Steve and felt the need to explain herself to avoid disappointment him 🥺

“Omega.” Steve gives you a stern look, and immediately you stand up, scurrying over to him.

Also “Steve R. transferred you $200” oh my gawd - THIS THE DREAM 😭

Her costume seems perfect for showing exactly how Steve sees her - all cute and innocent with her wings, a soft pink princess in her slip dress, a sexy touch with the body glitter and heels 🥰 And the mental imagine of her walking around with crooked wings from Steve manhandling her during their sexi tryst - bahahaa love that!!!

Cutie Steve Jr, that lil criminal 🧸🤗

“He’s a convict!” You’d told Steve proudly, earlier after he’d finished fucking you and you were sitting there trying to catch your breath and straighten your fairy wings, and the alpha had snorted, grabbing the teddy by the neck. “Oh yeah? What’d he get arrested for? Watching us fuck?”

Way to ruin what could have been an adorable family moment, Steven 😞

“You’re a little pervert, aren’t you, Steve Junior?” And Steve Junior’s coal black eyes had only stared blankly at Steve before you’d snatched him back.

That teddy bear is so ready to bitch slap his father’s smugass face with his big round fluffy paw 🐾

A drunk omega, bless her sweet soul 🥺

Cold terror courses through you, and you grip his hands which are holding your face, “D-Don’t wanna be drunk, Steve! Don’t like being drunk!”

At first this made me laugh because she’s basically begging Steve to take her drunkenness away - like omega how is your bf gonna un-drunk you 😆… but then my heart broke because I realised she’s remembering the terrible memories of her drunk mom’s boyfriends and is feeling terrified of being drunk herself 😢😢😢💔💔💔

“All the decorations are torn and ruined, my fairy wings are crooked, nobody’s playing bob for apples or pin-the-tale-on-the-bitch – I mean witch – and no one ate the cupcakes and…and…and,” you hiccup, choking back a sob, “and my punch tasted weird! I hate this party an’ I hate Halloween!”

Oh omega is so precious 🥺, she must be protected at all cost, pls she’s too cute and sweet 🥹. My heart aches for her because she went to all that effort and no one took the time to appreciate her yummy cupcakes, pretty decorations and fun games 🥺 At least she got the good good from Steve bahaha 😏

I really love that this drabble gives another amazing and interesting insight into omega and Steve when they do reg college student stuff like throwing Halloween parties 😍!!!

- 💙

okay, this is the world’s latest reply but pls!!! omg!! bestie your reviews are like my fav thing ever!! you always notice the little things😩

Yes exactly! Omega was scared of being drunk bc she associates alcohol with bad memories!! Steve doesn’t know that though, so he doesn’t really take her seriously😩 but at least he distracts her lmao

ALSO YES, I know I’m the one who wrote it but “Steve R transferred you $200” is just the sexiest thing ever sjsjsjsja

#anon #💙 anon #poyt ask

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Happy destruction -part 3

Gordon Merkel was somewhat jaded. He’d been through a lot in his short years and seen things that would bring most men to their knees.

Beautiful people were as common as iPhones, and the more beautiful they were, the more dangerous the people they worked for were likely to be. Beautiful women in his line of work always had an agenda and could never be trusted. It was literal suicide.

That’s why his reaction to the girl dancing before him now was so utterly terrifying.

Lark obviously had outer beauty, but that’s not what had him so captivated. It wasn’t even the things her gorgeous body inspired that had his interest. It was the way she danced.

She danced so freely. Like she hadn’t a care in the world. She didn’t have exceptionally sexy moves, or really any kind of set rhythm but you could see she completely gave herself to the music. She had no concern of how she looked or if people were watching, she just danced. It was the most captivating thing he’d ever witnessed.

He tried to recall if he’d ever felt so alive. So free. He couldn’t think of any times even as a child. He’d always had a plan or a strategy. He always had an agenda or goal in mind. He’d never in his life, danced just to dance. It had been to seduce, endear, entertain or out of duty, but never had he been so pure.

Reaching out, he caught her waist and pulled her close to him. She laughed and did a little wiggle against him, before she spun away, doing a very ballet looking sort of move, before spinning back into him. With her ass firmly placed against his groin and her arms coming back and wrapping around his neck, he bent down to bury his face in her hair and smell her shampoo.

Wrapping his large hands around her waist, he felt himself smiling before catching himself, and stepping back abruptly. ‘What in the fuck am I doing? Did I seriously just smell this girl? This is a job, get your shit together!’ He berated himself.

Looking back to Lark, she’d turned around and was looking at him with concern written across her face.

Flashing her a big smile, he stepped forward chuckling, “I’m sorry, you were just getting me really worked up and I didn’t want to disrespect you or scare you if anything made itself known.” He spoke in her ear. Pulling back to read her reaction, he was was pleased to see her smile warmly up at him and then roll her eyes.

She began to dance again as a group of girls ran over and hugged her. Seeing an opportunity, he pointed to himself and then towards the restrooms. She nodded and continued Carrying on with her apparent friends that were making faces and hand gestures toward him, and then all looking at him, so he was nearly certain, he was the subject. Smiling back at them, he couldn’t help shaking his head when they all reacted like he was some sort of k pop star. It only made her that much more attractive, that she could have such interactions. No calculation. No guards up.

Stepping in the bathroom, he got to look at himself for the first time, and he had to admit, he really looked like some otherworldly fae person. He was honestly amazed by her talent and artistry. The fact she could create what he considered a work of art, in a poorly lit alley, on a guys skin, in relatively little time was amazing. He even accented her. They weren’t super matchy, but appeared to be of a similar species. Like they hailed from the same tree or some shit.

So lost in his perusal of his form, he hardly noticed the brick wall of a human being that was suddenly upon him.

“Boss wants to see you pretty boy. Follow me quiet and we won’t have any issues.” He demanded, waiting on a response, gauging Merkels reaction.

This guy was obviously a hired goon, and he didn’t seem particularly tense or concerned. More annoyed than anything. Figuring it was just the fact the boss daughter said he was her boyfriend, he smiled and said to lead the way.

Grunting before turning his massive body around, the man made his way out of the restroom, before opening a door that hid a staircase. Making their way up the staircase, the sound was considerably dampened, leaving only the thrumming of the bass as the only clue of the massive rave going on below.

Going through another door, they appeared to be in a very nice office with large chesterfield sofas around the perimeter, a commanding desk that was sitting in front of a wall of screens showing various locations in the club. Everything in the room was dark woods and deep reds, and there were multiple guards positioned about the room. An older gentlemen stood with his back to Merkel viewing a monitor that displayed Lark and her friends dancing sillily.

“Step forward young man. I don’t bite.” A deep European accent broke the awkward silence. “I just like to meet new faces, especially when my little girl claims they’re her boyfriend.”

Without missing a beat, Merkel stride straight up to the man, holding his hand out to shake. In the corner of his eye, he could see several of the guards spring into action, but were halted in their tracks when the older man held up his hand. Easing back into their places, Merkel took his hand with a firm handshake. “Bruce Wayne sir. Pleasure to meet you. Excuse my appearance but it meant a lot to Lark that I participated.” He said earnestly.

The older man looked him up and down, considering him, before appearing to come to a decision and nodding, “Mark Stark. You have a solid handshake. my Lark is a talented artist and it pleases me that you’re willing to play along with her antics. I keep a close watch on her however and she has her own discreet security. How is it, you’re apparently her boyfriend, yet only last week she was engaged to some idiot, and nobody has ever seen you before today.”

This man was intimidating. He wasn’t posturing or even physically bigger than him, but his presence filled the room, attempting to dominate all within it. This man was not going to be as easy a target as his superior made him believe. Not only was he heavily guarded, he was in a windowless office, with what appeared one entrance, and exuded acute awareness of his surroundings. Even now as Merkel observed him, planning what strategy to approach this situation, he could see the man was doing the same.

The only advantage he had so far was the fact the man didn’t look at him as a threat to his person. He saw him as a possible problem for his daughter. The man was too concerned with protecting his daughter, he wasn’t putting much in protecting himself.

“Sir I will be completely honest with you. I just met your daughter. I recently moved to town, and don’t know much of anyone. I was told about this event and thought I’d check it out and she was appalled by my attire so I gave her free reign to remedy it. She’s very attractive and extremely warm and kind so I just went with it.”

“Have you seen her on television?” He asked.

Merkel honestly had not seen this girl, but felt rather ridiculous if she was some sort of celebrity and he had no idea. The confusion must of showed on his face, because the older gentlemen before him nodded thoughtfully and placed his hands on his shoulders. “Listen closely Bruce. I like that you were honest and didn’t try to bullshit about how you knew my Lark. That being said, she just had a very public break up with this piece of shit professional athlete that was fucking around on her. She doesn’t need to be embarrassed or mistreated in any way. If you have any bad intentions or fuck boy tendencies, I suggest you find you way the fuck out of my club. Period. But if you are not a piece of shit and can treat her with respect, I can see by your shoes and your watch that you’re not a fuck up. Your vehicle isn’t registered to you, but it is to a corporation so it appears you’re gainfully employed.”

Merkel was sort of impressed. The man had already researched the vehicle and apparently appreciated fine watches as well. This man was not going to be easy. Making sure he looked slightly surprised by these observations, he looked around appearing a bit scared. Tripping over his words a bit, it took some effort not to laugh at his performance.

Dramatically taking a calming breath, he looked the man right in the eyes, “sir I have no ill intentions for Lark. I think she’s great. You are correct. That is a company vehicle for the company I am employed at. I am an IT professional, and I never cheated on a girl in my life.” He decided not to mention that he’d never had a girlfriend in his life either.

“Oh ok. A computer nerd? You’re an awful good looking kid for being stuck behind a computer all day. I thought you might be a fucking model or some shit and I’d have to figure out how to kill you.” He chuckled, patting Merkel on the back. “I feel good about you Bruce. A computer guy ain’t out chasing skirts or getting in any trouble.”

Well as Far as overbearing, overprotective fathers went, this guy took the cake. It’s not like he had a whole lot of experience with dads but he had just met this chick. Usually, people in these circles like to keep to their own, so he found it surprising that he was so accepting of an outsider.

Maybe he kept his business and daughter seperate, and kept her in the dark about what kind of man he was. If that were the case, then he’d want her with someone square. Someone who was nothing like himself.

He wasn’t sure why he was even considering all this. He could never take her seriously, and he was exactly the kind of guy her dad didn’t want her with. Literally the man assigned to kill him. Lark would probably find issue with that.

“Well you better get back out there or she’ll think you got lost” Mr Stark stated, leading him towards the exit. “You remember the way back right? You kids have fun.”

Merkel smirked and said goodbye as the door was closed behind him leaving him alone at the top of the stairs. He stood there a moment to get his composure. No matter how sure he was that the man wasn’t onto him, it was always stressful to be surrounded by potential enemies with no weapons.

Slowly making his way down the stairs, he decided that it would be nearly impossible to kill the man here. He was too heavily protected, and the odds of catching him alone, killing him with no notice, and then having enough time to get out, seemed damn near impossible.

He could find a place with a good view of the VIP door and take him out that way. Except then he would most likely be seen since he’d need to be next door. That would not do. He wasn’t a guns blazing type of assassin. He preferred it to be as silent and nonviolent as possible.

Opening the door, he was slammed by the loud music and crazy lights. It was wild how soundproofed that stairwell and office were.

Making his way to the place he left Lark, he scanned the area for her but came up empty. Deciding to go over to the bar so he could scan the whole dance floor, he went to the end and ordered a drink.

Sipping on his drink, he tried to find her wings, when two obviously fucked up girls stopped in front of him and started to giggle and talk to each other. One of them ran her hand up his chest, causing him to grab her arm and shake his head. “No touchy girls.” He said as he let her arm go.

They looked at him like he had just slapped them, and he rolled his eyes, shooing them away with a hand motion. He wasn’t in the mood to babysit, and drugs weren’t his thing.

Glancing at his watch, he wondered where Lark was. Maybe she thought he left her. Was he gone that long?

“Bruce! There you are. I was looking all over the place for you!” Lark exclaimed animatedly spinning around. “Are you having so much fun?”

“I am now that you found me.” He smirked.

“You are too sweet.” She beamed.

“Who the FUCK is this fucking douche bag?” A very athletic, tall guy shouted from a few feet away.

Merkel was rather impressed he could make himself loud enough to hear over the music. This had to be the ex. Pushing off the bar, he walked right up yo the guy and held out his hand. “Hey little buddy, I’m Bruce.” Merk said with a giant smile on his face. After a few beats, he put his hand down and put his arm around Lark. “Have you met my girlfriend Lark? It’s pretty serious.”

Glancing down at Lark, she looked like she was getting more confident with each passing second, and offered him a shy smile before glaring at her ex.

“WHAAATTTT?” He raged. Slamming his hand on the bar so hard, a few drinks fell over, he beat on the bar a couple times, before storming off, shoving everyone out of his way.

Turning around, he stormed back their way. Merk instinctively pushed Lark behind him, ready to defend them from this man.

Suddenly a tall, slender woman with a high ponytail and a suit on, appeared in front of him. with a few swift, sharp moves, she had the considerably larger male on the ground struggling to break the hold she had on him. “Keep moving asshole, and I’ll break your fucking arm.”

Before he could move to help, several guards were there and dragged the man away. The woman stood, brushing herself off and made a curious face at the girl behind him. He couldn’t see her response, but when he turned to look back at Lark, when he looked forward again the woman was gone.

That woman was a professional and not a normal bodyguard. She was highly trained, extremely efficient and stealthy. He had to assume that Lark had a security detail, at all times just out of sight.

“Are you ok? Wanna go some place quiet?” Lark asked in his ear.

Nodding his head, he let her lead him deeper into the club, down a hallway, past some more restrooms and then through a do not enter door. She had opened the door with a fingerprint scanner, making him wonder who exactly he was dealing with.

The room behind the door was large and they were the only ones inside. There were dark blue velvet sofas scattered about, facing a small stage, with small tables in the shape of various animals in front of them. The room had warm lighting, and was soundproofed like the office had been, and he wondered if her father was watching them right now.

Taking a seat on the nearest sofa, he leaned back stretching his arms out on each side and waited patiently for the girl to speak.

She bit her lip, and looked at him nervously, before sitting down next to him, but with a safe distance between them. Not liking that, he grabbed her waist and pulled her in close.

“So…” he prompted.

“So yep. That was my ex. I’m kinda shocked he even showed up or was let in.”

“And that woman?” He asked not being able to help himself.

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion before her eyes lit up, “you mean Ann? That’s my room mate. She’s really great. She’s really good at fighting, she’s like a ninja.”

Chuckling at her little comment, he wondered if she thought he was that stupid. “You might be too cool for me.” He teased. “Secret rooms, VIP doors, ninjas and jealous exes? Whatever will I do?” He nipped at her lip, before kissing her gently.

Moaning wantonly, Lark wondered if her dad was watching. Making a decision, she got up and pulled him along behind her. “We are going to my house where I know no one is watching us.”

Playing dumb, Merk looked around. “I don’t think anyone else is in here.”

“Eyes in the sky.” She said as she pointed at a camera that was following them across the room.

“Who knew fairies were this exciting.”

Flashing him another one of her gorgeous smiles, she laughed, “you have no idea.”

“I might.”

#bill skarsgard #Gordon Merkel #happy destruction #my writing

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I wanted every piece of me to crash into every piece of you, I swear to God that's how they make stars" Mary Lambert

This isn’t the first time someone had mistaken David for his father. They better be careful 🔪

What if Max didn’t want to move in because he didn’t want to live with David?

What if he didn’t think it would be fun to live with David?

They are both idiots huh???

“But I can handle it-”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“I said I can handle it!” David yelled.

Ok, give this boy a break or his going to have a breakdown soon

“Ask for help,” she said again. “And if you are feeling overwhelmed, take a break.”

“But the institute-”

“-is not going to go anywhere,” she said.

I am loyal to one (1) goodness 😌

“Why do people call me baby boy or baby girl?” David wondered out loud.

“Because you are baby,” his father popped him on the nose.

Yeah, he's got a point. I looove Jace and David's interactions🥺🥺 they make me so emo!!!

“I can’t see anything,” she frowned. “It’s dark.”

///

“I see…I see a prince,”

Should I be worried or should I be fucking terrified???

He wanted to say something. But what was at the tip of his tongue was neither kind nor necessary. More people should follow this...

In your face, Mal!!! He prefers David 😎

Not another attack!

Looveee how the starts of the POV's complement with exactly how I feel about the end of the other one jsgskdk

Rafael and Camilla's friendship is just so goddamn amazing!!!

“What? Who in my family snitched?” Rafael gasped. “Wait. Was it Lily?”

“It was actually Gigi,” Camila giggled.

“Wait. Does everyone know?” Rafael asked in horror.

Yeah, not a smart decision to leave your family with that biig knowledge...

Wife.

Wow.

Wife is his favorite word now and no one can change my mind

“I’m not asking for your permission,” Rafael said quickly. “It’s sexist and archaic and frankly, Anjali would kill me if she found out.”

Diego chuckled at that.

“But you two are the most important people in the world to her,” Rafael said gently. “And it would mean a lot to me if I could have your blessing.”

Before he knew it, Diego was pulling him into a hug and muttering softly in Spanish, and kissing Rafael on the head.

AAAAHHH THIS SCENE MAKE ME SCREAM AND I WOKE MY MOM UP BUT ITS SO WORTH IT😭🥺💙💙

The woman covered her mouth with a hand and sighed. “It’s as beautiful as my Anjali.”

Rafael smiled. “Not really. But it’s pretty close.”

///

Rafael laughed at that. "I will take good care of her. I promise."

This man is so in love it's getting annoying...jk, jk I absolutely love him❤️

I support Rosewood above everything else bc just look at them!!! Power couple, but also soft with each other, but also badass and smart af, and-

Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.

FOR GODS SAKE JUST ASK HER ALREADY!!! I CAN'T STAND THE WAITING 😭

He knew the small ones worked.

He heard the whispers in the shadow world.

He knew it worked.

He just needed to make sure the big ones would work too.

I don't know what he's talking about and at this point I am afraid to ask...

He wanted magic to be like water.

A resource.

Something everyone could have. Something everyone can benefit from.

Ok, that is a really noble cause and shit, but who exactly is going to suffer the consequences of this???

“Yes,” he replied. “It’s my destiny, Mal. This is what I was born to do. It will work.”

"I know," she smiled at him. "My destiny is Max."

Have y'all consider.. therapy???

“Tell me everything you know about Anjali.” If you so much as THINK of hurting her, I will fucking end you🔪 and I know Rafael will too!!!

Alexandra, get your gay together!! Just do it!!!

“No one has seen shadow demons,” Lexi sighed with disappointment. “They’re extinct.” I feel like they are not extinct enough... (I laughed at my own joke omg jshsksn)

“No fire message?” Lexi frowned.

“Why would we send those when we can text?” Gabriel asked her incredulously and walked away.

Selena sighed dramatically. “I love them.”

Both of them are so sexy for it tbh...

“She was talking about some issue with the warlocks in LA not being able to use magic. I think it’s resolved now." Getting increasingly more concerned about this...

“I think so,” Liv whispered. “Are you trying to come out to me? Because it won’t make a difference to me. I love you. Regardless of how you identify.” omfg😂😂 like, this was so sweet but you got the completely wrong idea!! I mean no one can blame her, Lexi was definitely not clear AT ALL!!

“A boat needs two people to move, or it will be lost,” Lexi explained.

“You want to have a threesome?” Liv asked.

“By the angel!” Lexi yelled. “Liv! Stop reading into this too much!”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Liv looked very confused. “I don’t get it.”

Jshskdjdkdk please, they are both so chaotic and I love them so much😂💙

“And then the kite is flying and-holy fucking shit.”

“What happened to the kite?” Liv asked.

Obsessed at how she is worried for the kite lmao

“It’s a warlock,” Gabriel said. “A warlock is portaling into the institute, summoning demons and commanding them to attack.” FUCK!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??? WHAT'S HAPPENING??

Ok, gotta go to think about all the possible things this can go wrong... See you next week!!!

💙.💙.💙.

The quote is so *chef’s kiss* omg how you find this shit 😍😍😍

Here is a David tiktok for you 😎

#lbaf