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he/him | 18 | anti-ai | proshipper

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hi!

just want to say that i only write male!reader (that includes ftm) or maybe gender neutral!reader

i also take requests but i typically write for whatever my current hyper fixation is so it might take a hot minute for me to write your request :)

all writing is done by me so do not copy, repost, translate, or feed to ai!!

i hope y’all enjoy my writing!!

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Bleeding Heart

Bastian/Muse x male!reader

Tags: Muse!POV, stalker!Muse, dark romance, Muse being a creep, obsessed!Muse, reader knows nothing about Muse or his existence, love at first sight if you can count what Muse feels as love, civilian!reader, record shop employee!reader, reader has sort of questionable friends, sort of ambiguous ending

*Doesn’t take place during a specific time

When Muse first saw you, he knew you were the one.

He watched as you locked up the record shop where you worked. You had no clue that he was watching you from the building across the street. As you started walking back to your apartment, Muse followed. He was supposed to be finding another victim as he needed more blood for his next mural but he became too fascinated by you to let you leave his sight.

Muse wasn't sure what it was about you but you were simply perfect to him. It was like you walked out of his dreams and there was no way he would forget you.

Muse watched as you entered your apartment, hung your jacket up, and threw your keys on the counter. You disappeared behind a wall before reappearing in your bedroom. With the light now on, he could see some of the band posters, family photos, and other decor in your bedroom. Your closet was wide open and wished he had binoculars or something so he could better see what was inside, besides clothes of course.

You continued on with your nightly routine, blissfully unaware of the eyes on you, and Muse mentally catalogued everything you did. He'd have to come back and see if it truly was a routine.

So Muse did came back. Every night. He followed you from the record store to your apartment, or to the local bar where you met up with your friends and then to your apartment. He had a sketchbook dedicated to you and everything about you. There drawings of you, notes about your likes and dislikes. He even wrote down information about your friends and family. Muse knew every little thing about you.

You had no idea.

Muse grew more bold as time went on and he started leaving gifts for you.

He could tell you slightly freaked out when the first gift arrived in your mailbox. It was a CD for one of your favorite band's albums. One Muse knew you didn't already own. Attached to the CD was a little note simply stating that Muse was a secret admirer. He tried not to come off as too intense and scare you into calling the police but he still did scare you a little.

Muse watched, and listened through the bug he placed in your apartment a few days ago, as you called your friends and asked for their opinions. They weren't freaked out like you were so you freaked out less. Eventually you deemed it cute, a little creepy but still cute.

Muse was ecstatic when he heard say that. His mind ran wild with your combined futures and he began planning the other gifts he would give you.

As time continued on, Muse left more little gifts. They were always in your mailbox and always signed the same. You appreciated the gifts more and more as each one arrived, no longer finding them creepy.

Muse visited your apartment more and more too. This you didn't know about but you did notice the occasional missing shirt or cologne bottle. He loved to spray the drawings of you with your cologne. You always made up some rational explanation unaware of the true reason. Your false reasoning always spurred Muse on, he wanted to see what he needed to do to make you notice.

This is when Muse decided he would make his boldest move, your meeting.

He entered your dark apartment through your bedroom window like he had many times before. He made his way to your kitchen and placed the small vase of roses he brought on the table, then he took a seat and waited for you to return from work.

It wasn't a long wait, only about five minutes. Muse knew you and your schedule so well that he knew this would be the perfect time to arrive at your apartment.

Muse could hear your footsteps getting closer to the door. You unlocked your apartment and closed the door behind you, only then did you turn on the lights.

Muse sat at your table with a smile on his face. Not that you could see the smile thanks to his mask and not that his smile would have changed anything.

You screamed.

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Seeking Advice

Jacaerys Targaryen x uncle!reader

Tags: Canon divergence, no dance of the dragons/house of the dragon AU, targcest, Aegon's twin!reader, Jace lowkey being obsessed with reader, they call each other uncle and nephew a few times, top!reader, bottom!Jace, hickeys, and pet names

*Doesn't happen at a specific time during the series

Jacaerys had followed you around like a puppy since you were kids. He always looked at you with stars in his eyes and proudly said he wanted to be just like you. Even though you were only a few years older than him, you had always been bigger and better. While that had always irritated your twin, your nephew had always been impressed.

As you both got older it got obvious how Jace's feelings had grown.

He stared unashamedly as you trained in the yard without a shirt. He flushed red when you stepped a little too close. He would take any excuse to talk to you and then hang on every word you said.

There were whispers about the two of you and you wondered if he knew about them. You knew he put up a front when it came to the whispers about his parentage, you assumed he did that same about these whispers.

But Jace never talked about it to you and you never talked about it to Jace. At least not directly.

It wasn't long until he came to you, red faced, in your chambers with questions about what it means to consummate a marriage. It was under the guise of wanting to be prepared for when he had to as his mother's heir to the Iron Throne but you knew otherwise. It was the way his flush traveled further down his neck as you talked, the nonstop shifting in his seat, and how he stared at you with his mouth slightly agape.

It wasn't long until you suggested that you simply showed Jace what to do. It wasn't surprising that he agreed, it was surprising just how well he went along with it.

"Now we can't have you doing that," You purred into his ear as you grabbed his wrists with your free hand.

He let out a small whimper as you pulled his hands away from his cock and pinned them above his head. Using your other hand, you had three fingers slowly working the younger prince open.

"Please," Jace whined softly.

He was quite the sight on his back with his flushed face, tear glazed eyes, and hickey covered chest.

"You came to me for help," You reminded him with another rough thrust from your fingers, Jace only let out another moan.

"So you're going to do as I say," You continued. "Right?"

He only nodded and you stilled your hand.

"You're going to do as I say, right nephew," You asked again.

He nodded again, "Yes, just as you say!"

You let go of his wrists and hands stayed above his hand, only gripping the sheets there.

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him as you began moving your fingers again. You trailed kisses down his neck and left even more bruises all over him. It pleased you to know that some of them may not be hidden by the collar of his clothes.

You slowly dragged your fingers out of him and used your hands to widen his legs a little more. His hole was opening and closing around nothing, it was too cute of a sight.

"Uncle," Jace pleaded.

You smirked, "Don't move okay?"

Jace nodded and kept his legs spread. You reached over to the small table beside your bed and grabbed the vile of oil. You poured more onto your hand and pumped your cock a few times. He watched with fascination as his tongue licked his lips that were bruised and bitten by you.

You lined yourself up with his entrance and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. You slowly pushed yourself inside him. Jace was hot and tight and it took all of your self control not to thrust in quickly and roughly.

You gripped his hips tightly as you continued to push inside of him and bottom out. You stayed still to give Jace some time to adjust to you. He breathed heavily and kept his eyes screwed shut.

After a few moments when Jace's breath had evened out you gave an experimental thrust. He let out a quiet moan, fingers squeezing the sheets again.

You started slow with your pace, focusing more on the little noises Jace let out with every movement. But you were only human and the feeling of Jace around you was simply too good. You started to quicken the pace and he moaned louder, back arching off the bed.

"Feels good," He cried out.

You smirked as you thrust faster into the other boy who only whimpered and writhed in pleasure. The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room and you had a fleeting thought about giving everybody something to really whisper about now.

You could feel yourself getting closer to release as you put one of his legs over your shoulder to push even deeper into him. Jace threw his head back and moaned.

"Can I- Can I touch you, please," He choked out between deep breathes, his fingers were clawing at the sheets desperately now.

Well who were you to deny him anything.

"Of course, my love," You told him.

He reached out and grabbed a shoulder, leaving crescent shaped marks from his nails. The other hand tangled in your hair, pulling you close. Your foreheads pressed together and your breathe mingled.

You knew with each thrust you were getting closer and if the precum dripping from Jace's cock was anything to go off of, you had a feeling he was close too.

"Need to cum," Jace whined as if he knew what you were thinking.

"I haven't said you could," You taunted him.

Jace let out another little whine, "Please, let- let me cum!"

You wrapped a hand around the base of Jace's cock, not slowing your pace, and he groaned.

"Not until I do," You whispered in his ear.

He whimpered and his nails dug deeper into your back, leaving long red lines. You let go of his cock to put his other leg over your shoulder as you practically folded the younger prince in half.

You were relentless with your pace and warmth continuously pooled in your stomach. It wouldn't be much longer till-

The heat snapped and you released deep inside of Jace with a groan.

"Please," He cried out again. "Please!"

"Cum for me, darling," You grunted as you kept thrusting through your orgasm.

Jace pressed his face to your shoulder to muffle his scream of pleasure as he came, white ropes covered his stomach.

The two of you breathed heavily as you came down from your highs.

"Do you think you understand how it works now," You asked cheekily.

Jace hummed, his face still flush and his curls spilling over the pillows.

"I think I might need some more instruction." His eyes were half lidded and there was a smirk on his face as he spoke.

You shook your head with a fond smile, "Ridiculous boy."

You kissed him again and he kept his arms tight around your shoulders as he kissed back. There were sure to be many more lessons in the future.

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A Better Idea

Luke Castellan x ftm!reader x Chris Rodriguez

Tags: Reader doesn't have a specified cabin, ftm!reader, Luke and Chris are schemers, forest sex, hickeys, sub!reader, dom!Luke and Chris, incest technically and Chris and Luke do kiss, cunnilingus, fingering, spit as lube, messy making out, praise kink, but a little degrading kink too, pet names, cum eating, and this is totally self indulgence so I hope you guys enjoy it too

*Takes place before lightning thief

You should have been able to tell where this was going.

It was summertime and therefore party season at Camp half blood. Once all the younger campers were all asleep in their cabins, the counselors and older campers went out to the far part of the beach. Everyone had a drink or a joint in their hand and everyone was letting lose. Nobody worried about their parents problems or generational beef between cabins at these parties. They were allowed to just be teens.

You and your best friend Luke always went to these parties together and stumbled back to the cabins together. You thought tonight would be the same.

Instead, Luke and his brother Chris said they had a better idea. You assumed they had been planning this idea all week if their shared glances and whispering were anything to go off of. Now you weren't sure what could be better than a camp party but decided to hear them out anyways. Especially since you liked Chris, he was probably the camper you spent the most time with beside Luke.

The two of them lead you into the forest, away from the beaches and cabins. More importantly, away from prying eyes. It should have been obvious and yet you're still surprised at the situation you've found yourself in, but not upset. Definitely not upset.

Your back was against Chris' chest who had one arm around your waist and the other holding up your leg. He was pressing kisses and sucking hickeys down your neck. Luke was on his knees with his lips attached to your cunt. One of his free hands was holding onto your thigh and the other was under your shirt, running up and down your abdomen.

You let out a moan as Luke's tongue flicked in and out of you. Chris let go of your leg and let it hang over Luke's shoulder. Chris used his now free hand to open your mouth and push two of his fingers in. You didn't hesitate to wrap your lips around them and begin bobbing your head.

Chris grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your jawline.

"He's so cute," Chris said to his brother. "I didn't even need to tell him to suck."

Luke pulled away for a moment and you let out a muffled whine.

"Told you, he's perfect," Luke practically purred with a grin that matched Chris'. "Tastes perfect too."

Luke’s lips were shinny with your juices, you could even see some dripping down his chin.

He started leaving little kisses on your thighs and you let out another muffled whine. There was a but of drool collecting on the corner of your mouth.

"Don't worry," Chris told you. "He's just making room for something else."

With those words, Chris pulled his fingers out of your mouth and moved downwards. Luke held your leg up and Chris slowly pushed in one of his fingers. You gasped and reached out to the two sons of Hermes. One of your hands tangled in Luke's hair while the other gripped the back of Chris' neck.

"Wow," Chris groaned. "He's so wet my finger just slid right in."

Luke, still on his knees, nodded and watched with fascination as Chris began pumping his finger in and out. The sight made your cheeks flush even redder. You bit your lip to try and stop any noises from coming out as Chris pushed in a second finger.

"Don't get quiet on us now," Chris teased, teeth gently grazing your neck.

Luke pressed a kiss just below your belly button before standing up. He pushed his thumb between your lips to open your mouth.

"You're not allowed to get quiet on us, hon," Luke spoke with smirk. "We want to hear you."

"Would love to hear you," Chris agreed.

As Luke held your mouth open and Chris curled his fingers just right, you let out a throaty moan.

"There we go," Luke praised and you could feel Chris' smirk against your neck.

Luke then surged forward and started kissing you. The action made you realize that none of you had kissed since this whole thing began. You kept your hand in Luke's hair and he cupped your jaw as the kiss deepened. Luke's tongue slide into your mouth as you moaned again.

Luke let go of your leg and slide his hand downwards. As he distracted you with kisses he slowly slide a finger inside you, right next to Chris'. His finger was dry but you were wet enough were it didn't hurt. Luke pulled away from your mouth —there was a string of silva connecting you two— just as you moaned loudly.

"Holy fuck," You could hear Chris say breathlessly. "That was hot."

There was no time to catch your breath before Chris was kissing you. His tongue invaded your mouth and you groaned at the feeling. He gripped your waist and held you tighter against him, you could feel his erection through his jeans.

Drool dripped from your mouth as you continued to make out with Chris. Luke and him continued to thrust their fingers in and out of you in sync. Chris' fingers were thicker while Luke's were longer and the feeling was better than any other hookup you've had. Luke used his other hand to began rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You threw your head back in ecstasy and cried out, "Fuck!"

"Feel good," Luke asked.

You nodded, "So good~"

The pair increased their pace and finger fucked you faster.

You let out a loud moan and, in the brief moment you could form a thought, you worried that someone might hear you. But then Chris curled his fingers slightly and you lost all thoughts and worries. You tightened your grip on the brothers.

"You're so good for us," Luke praised, pressing a kiss to your check. "You gonna keep being good and cum for us soon?"

You whimpered at the praise and began to regret the horny late-night talks you had with your best friend. Luke was just grinning at you, he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

"'Course he is," Chris stated. "Can't you feel how wet he is?"

It was kind of hot the way Chris talk about you like you weren't there. You let out another whimper as you realized just how close you were.

"He'll totally cum soon," Chris spurred you on, whispering in one ear.

"You're so close, right babe," Luke whispered in the other.

Chris dragged his tongue down your throat as Luke pressed kisses all over your face. You could feel how hard Luke was against your hip. You could feel how hard both of them were for you. That fact brought you even closer to release.

"Are you close," Luke repeated.

You nodded, "S-so close!"

The sounds from their fingers working your cunt were pornographic. Everything was almost becoming too much. Then Chris and Luke leaned into each other and began kissing over your shoulder. They were so close you could hear the noises from their lips moving and see the swapping of spit.

The sight pushed you over the edge. The hot coil in your stomach snapped and you orgasmed with a scream of pure pleasure. The boys separated from their kiss but continued thrusting into you through your release.

You panted as you came down from your high and let out a whine it became too much. Luke slide his finger out first and didn't hesitate to lick your cum from his finger. Chris followed suit and also licked his fingers clean.

You leaned further into Chris' embrace and Luke gently cupped your face, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone.

You could how shinny and swollen their lips were from the kissing.

"That was so amazing I think you two killed me," You sighed.

They both let out small chuckles.

"You can't die, we were planning on a second round," Chris told you.

"Second round," You asked groggily.

"In the showers," Luke supplied.

Their hard lengths were still evident and pressed against you.

You sighed again, "You guys may not have killed me yet but you definitely are going to."

They laughed again and there was a faint smile on your lips.

"You love us," Chris and Luke teased in sync.

"Yeah," You hummed in agreement, settling further into their hold.

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Fantasies

Luke Castellan x male!reader

Tags: Cabin of reader not specified, bottom!reader, top!Luke, reader and Luke are day dreaming about each other, your point of view and Luke's point of view, virgin!reader, sort of loser!reader, slow sex, rough sex, hickeys, pity sex, bruises, overstimulation, blowjobs, praising, cum swallowing, little bit of dom!reader, riding, bit of nipple play, and ass eating

*Takes place before Lighting Thief

Luke Castellan was something incredible.

You had met him during your first week. You were trying to find your weapon of choice and Luke was the best swordsman at camp so he was working with you. It was extremely difficult to pay attention to what he was saying.

His curls were perfect, his eyes were beautiful, and his muscles seemed like they were hand sculpted by Michelangelo or something. You understood then what your fellow campers had been talking about.

It was impossible to shake Luke from your thoughts. Even though you would gaze at him from a far nobody else at camp could compare. Even when you would leave for the school year none of the boys at your school could compare to him.

Summer after summer you never stopped thinking about him. You never stopped wondering about him.

You had heard rumors about the occasional fling or hook up Luke had -nothing was a secret at camp- and you really wanted to experience it yourself. You knew you never would know as the two of you were in completely different social circles, but that never stopped your thoughts.

You thought about how Luke might be gentle. Hands softly caressing your hips and thighs. Pressing kissing all over your throat and face. Slowly removing your clothes to really admire you. He would take his time making sure you were ready. Then his thrusts would be slow and deep. You beg for him to go faster only for him to keep up the steady pace. He would call you the sweetest of pet names. The two of you would finished together.

Or would Luke be rough and almost mean. His kisses would have teeth and tongue involved. He would leave a string of hickeys down your neck. Your clothes would be quickly removed in a frenzy. He would leave hand print bruises on your thighs and hips from holding you in place. There would be only a little bit of prep before he was pushing inside you. It would be about him chasing his pleasure, thrusting hard and fast. He would climax first and then maybe jerk you off.

Maybe Luke would just take pity on you. Such a shame you've never had anything in your life besides your hand. Being the gentleman he is, he would change that. He would kiss you and push his tongue down your throat making sure you remember him, it's not anyone else would want to do this with you. He would leave little love bites all down your throat and torso. He would remind you that this is him being nice, that he could be with anyone else but he's with you. He would start off slow with just his fingers but would listen each of your requests for more and for him to go faster. He would make sure you get off first but then it would be all about him. He would ignore your over stimulated cries since he deserves this for doing that favor for you.

You thought of Luke teaching you. His hands in your hair as he pushed you further down on his cock. His voice breathless as he told how good you were and how well you were following his instructions. Him gently thrusting up into your mouth. His calloused hands running down your back. His hands grasping your shoulders as he got closer and closer. Him being reduced to putty and barely being able to finish his sentences about how well you were learning. You swallowing almost all of his cum when he orgasmed. He would use his thumb to wipe the little bit of cum that dripped from the corner of your mouth.

You wanted Luke so bad you were willing to take him anyway he wanted. You so caught up in your thoughts and daydreams that you didn't even realize that Luke wanted you too.

——

Luke was always watching you from a far. Not that you ever noticed, too wrapped up in your own world. You had caught his eye the day you had walked into camp and even more so when he tried to teach you how to use a sword. It was amazing to be so close to you and have an excuse to touch you. He was so disappointed when you didn't continue training with a sword. That didn't mean he forgot about you though.

Luke would fantasize about you being on top of him. Your hands clutching his shoulders as you rode him. Or you would run your hands up and down his body, never getting enough. He would absolutely touch and grope anywhere he could reach. Hands on your thighs, or hips, or pecs, just anywhere he could reach. Your head thrown back in ecstasy as you used him like a toy.

Maybe you would come up to Luke and ask him to be your first time. Based on the rumors from camp, you had never even had a fling. You would blush a bright red as you spoke to him. He wouldn't hesitate to get you in bed and teach you all of his tricks. He would practically fold you in half as he licked at your entrance, using his tongue and fingers to make you moan. Only after you finished would he push himself inside of you. Thrusting hard and deep with your legs over his shoulders. There would be tears of pleasure in your eyes as you got closer to your second orgasm. He would try his best to ruin anyone else for you.

Luke wanted to corner you in one of the supply sheds and sink to his knees. Your shorts pooling at your feet and he would swallow you all the way down. He would bob his head and drag his tongue on the underside of your cock. He would reach under your shirt and tease your nipples, tugging and twisting. He wanted everyone to hear you yell his name and know who you belonged to. He would savor the taste of your precum and then swallow all of your cum when you finally came down his throat.

Luke wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. So sad that Luke took your awkwardness and tendencies to avoid as rejection. Maybe the two of you would figure it out one day.

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Robin Arellano Headcanons

Robin Arellano x male!reader

Tags: Totally self indulgent, kissing, fluff, no Grabber/the boys live, little little bit of time period homophobia, Robin being the best boyfriend, the boys and Gwen being good friends

*Doesn’t happen at a specific time

He is the sweetest boyfriend ever

He'd take you on surprise dates, it would normally be at the drive in movies but he's got a whole list of ideas ready

On movie dates Robin will have your favorite snacks at the ready or will buy them for you

Depending on what movie is playing he'll be paying close attention or just trying to give you affection

If you like the movie though he'll focus on it as he wants to show an interest in your interests

Speaking of your interests, Robin loves to listen to your favorite music

The two of you could spend hours in each other's room just listening to music and hanging out

You'd bandage his hands and other injuries he gets from fighting and Robin would just admire your face as you work

Considering the time period there are two thoughts, Robin is either somewhat affectionate and beats up the homophobes or is he not affectionate at all and you two choose to hide your relationship

Either way Finney is the first to know about your relationship and then Robin and you slowly tells the other boys and Gwen, they all have positive reactions

You’d go on double dates with Gwen and Ernesto, even if only the four of you know it’s a double date

Robin is the most affectionate in private

He likes to just hold onto you somehow, whether it's cuddling or just hand holding he loves it

Robin loves to kiss you not necessarily to take it to the next level or anything, he just likes kissing you, your hands, your face, anywhere

Has a bunch of nicknames in both English and Spanish he calls you (I love when Miguel talks in Spanish it makes me gayer)

In conclusion, Robin Arellano would be a fantastic boyfriend

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Pinball with Pinball

Vance Hopper x male!new kid!reader

Tags: Little bit of violence, reader is also kind of a hothead like Vance, swearing obvi, bit of kissing, fluff until the end, character death, and hurt with no comfort, sorry y’all don’t know what came over me

You were the new kid in town, like none of your boxes were unpacked type of new, when you first beat the high score on the pinball machine. There were tons of arcades in your hometown where you would constantly play pinball but here, there was only one pinball machine in a local convenience store.

You were supposed to get a few things for your family but you couldn't help yourself when you saw the machine tucked away in the corner. So, of course, you played a single round and managed the beat previous high score. Proud of yourself considering the old high score was super high, you got what you needed and headed back to your new house.

You didn't think much of it until about a week later when you stopped in the convenience store again. You noticed your score was beaten. Both impressed and irritated, you took a minute to beat the newest high score. A minute turned into five minutes which turned into ten which turned into- you guys get the point. You stayed at the machine for quite awhile before beating the score.

A smile grin on your face as you headed out of the store, completely forgetting why you were in there in first place. So when you did remember what you needed, you turned around and went back in to get it.

That's when you first saw him. Pinball Vance Hopper. You had heard a little bit about him from your short time at school and it was nothing positive.

Vance was holding some kid up by the collar of his shirt and yelling in his face.

"Do you know who fucked with my game, cunt head!?"

You rolled your eyes. Sure, you were annoyed when your score was beaten but it's game. Then again, his nickname was literally Pinball.

The kid fearfully pointed at you where you stood by the doorway.

Vance turned to look you and your voice got stuck in your throat. He was surprisingly beautiful, nothing like what you had pictured. He had a shag of blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes, and wore a denim vest that showed off his toned arms.

You swallowed thickly before approaching him.

"I didn't fuck with your game, I simply beat your score," You told him harshly.

"Same difference," He snapped.

Vance let go of the kid and the kid sprinted out the store. The other kids still in the store watched as you met Vance stood eye to eye.

Vance then grabbed you by the shirt and slammed you into the nearby coolers.

"Don't fuck with my game, new kid," He shouted.

"I didn't fuck with it," You repeated, reaching out and gripping his vest. "I just beat your score! Besides, your nickname is Pinball shouldn't you be able to beat me?"

Vance blinked at you, relaxing his grip a little.

"What the shit kind of question is that," He said. "Of course, I can beat you.”

"Then beat me.”

You two stared at each other for a few moments before Vance let go and went back to the pinball machine. You stood slightly to the side and watched.

He did manage to beat your score even if it took a hot minute.

"See, ass hat, told you I'd beat you," Vance gloated, smirking smugly.

It was kind of hot. You shook your head.

"And I'll probably beat that score too," You stated.

"Then go ahead and fucking do it!"

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, I don't want to be here all night. Listen, we'll meet again tomorrow after school and keep doing this alright?"

You held your hand out to shake and hoped Vance would be cool with this. He looked you up and down then took your hand.

"Fine."

You grinned.

——

You and Vance ended up playing together practically everyday after school. It was aggressive and competitive at first but it mellowed out after a few weeks, eventually it become a friendly meet up. If you were asked, you would say that Vance was your best friend since moving here. You honestly didn't think Vance could mellow out but here you were, laughing with him as the two of you walked home.

He had started walking you home a few weeks ago. It nice, spending time with him and getting to see what was under the rough exterior. Not that it had any less swears or a softer tone but it was still nice.

It was also great because no one gave you a hard time anymore, too scared of what Pinball Vance might do.

"See you at the store tomorrow," You asked as the two of you arrived at your house.

"Shit, yeah man," Vance replied. "Tomorrow."

You grinned and waved, turning to head into your house when he grabbed your wrist.

"Wait, one more thing," Vance started and for once he sounded nervous.

You turned to face him, waiting patiently.

"Wanna like meet up before school tomorrow," He asked and it made you realize you've only ever hung out at the convenience store.

You grinned again, "'Course dude.”

Vance nodded, the smallest smile on his face, "Tomorrow then."

He didn't let go of your wrist or make an effort to walk away, if anything it seemed like he inched closer to you.

Then Vance kissed you. It was the quickest peck known to man before he turned around.

"See ya, asshole," He called as he walked away.

You blinked. There was no way in hell that just happened.

"Hey wait," You yelled, running after him.

He cautiously turned around when you caught up with him.

You grabbed Vance's vest and pulled him in for a real kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed back enthusiastically. The two of you probably shouldn't be doing this for all your neighbors to see but neither of you cared.

"Think you could just do that and run away, pretty boy," You teased. "I had to one up you."

Vance grinned at that, a real genuine grin. The sight made your heart race. He tried to hide the smile after a few seconds.

"I already saw the smile."

There was red dusting his cheeks as he continued to try and fight the smile.

"Whatever, fuckhead," When Vance spoke there was no real venom in his voice. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You didn't bother to hide your grin, "Yeah."

The grin stayed there as you walked back and into your house. You knew you would cherish this moment forever.

And you did. As Vance wouldn't meet up with you at school tomorrow or at the store by the pinball machine or ever again. You wouldn't be able to laugh with him again or feel his lips against yours. That memory would be the last thing you had of Pinball Vance Hopper.

It would be the last thing anyone had of Pinball Vance Hopper.

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The Local Pothead

Finney Blake x male!pothead!reader

TW: Mentions of smoking, light angst/nightmares, comfort, cuddling, realization of feelings but no actual getting together, hopeful ending

*Happens in between the first and second movie

You knew of Finney Blake. Everyone did. Finney Blake killed the Grabber and ended the nightmare that was over taking your town.

But you had never really talked to him. The two of you never having classes together and then being in different social circles once high school started. If you could really say that Finney Blake had a social circle, he became more of a loner.

It wasn't til a random Tuesday that you had actually had a conversation with Finney Blake.

You were skipping class to go smoke behind the bleachers, being the resident pothead this was not out of the ordinary.

What was out of the ordinary was when Finney Blake approached you. He looked nervous and a bit out of place with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hey man," He said causally, taking a spot next to you.

"Hi," You replied easily.

There was silence after that. You continued smoking your joint and he just continued to stand next to you.

"So… how much for a few joints?"

You turned to look at him, your mouth slightly agape.

"What?"

——

You had been selling to Finney for a few months now. You weren't just selling to him though, Finney had started to stick around. Sometimes you two would smoke in silence, not as awkwardly as the first time, and sometimes you two would talk about random bullshit.

It almost felt like you two where friends. Almost.

It wasn't until Finney invited you over his house that you realized you were actually friends. He even invited you to stay the night. It was a chance in pace compared to the quick smoke sessions you had but hey, who were you to complain. You enjoyed Finney's presence.

Currently, the two of you were laid out on his bedroom floor. It was late and you were trying to fall asleep after sharing a single joint with Finney. The two of you seemed to have the same routine of smoking before bed.

Finney was already fast asleep next to you, his soft breathing was the only sound in the room. For an unknown reason he choose the floor next to you instead of his bed. You didn't think too much about it.

You were looking around at the posters in his room as you willed sleep to take over. You noticed there were an assortment of space posters and a few newer band posters. You guessed the space posters were from when he was younger. It was sort of cute that Finney kept them up.

You ended up falling asleep to thoughts of what might have happened if you had met Finney earlier and had become friends when you were younger.

——

You were woken up by the sound of muttering. It was constant, annoying, and super close to your ear.

You blinked a few times before looking around the room. The little alarm clock on Finney's nightstand read that it was only four in the morning. You'd only been asleep for a few hours then.

You sighed and laid back down, facing Finney. He was the source of the muttering. Finney had curled in on himself and his brows were furrowed. It was clear he was having a nightmare of sorts.

You blinked. Finney probably came to you for weed to drowned out the nightmares and memories of his time with the Grabber. You weren't sure how you didn't think about this before. It was so obvious, he needed an escape.

You reached out and gently shook Finney's shoulders.

"Finney," You spoke quietly. "Finney!"

His eyes snapped open and he flinched away from you, sitting up. He breathed heavily, putting his head in his hands.

You sat up, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It was just a nightmare," You told him softly.

"It wasn't though," Finney's voice was rough as he spoke.

He leaned closer to you and you fully wrapped your arm around him. You hesitantly laid your head on top of his.

"He's gone is really what I meant," You replied.

"I know," Finney muttered.

"I'll remind you if you forget," You whispered without thinking.

Finney took his head out of his hands and buried his face in your chest. You wrapped your other arm around him. The two of you stayed there for a few minutes.

"Thank you," Finney said so quietly you almost thought you imagined it.

"Anytime," You promised.

You leaned backwards, pulling Finney with you to lay down. He stayed laying on top of you and you kept your arms around him.

You meant what you said to Finney. You would do anything to help him and take care of him because you cared for him, cared for him more than a friend did.

Before you could dwell on that fact you felt Finney's arms slowly wrap around your torso. The two of you laid tangled in each other's arms.

For once, Finney slept without any nightmares.

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Dreams

Vargas x male!daywalker!reader

TW: Nothing I’m pretty sure, it’s just Vargas being a little confused but very into reader

*Takes place before the fourth movie as Vargas is only dreaming about reader

He was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

The golden streaks in his hair glistened in the light and his eyes shined just as bright as the sun itself. His smile was wide and radiant and made others want to smile too.

Then, of course, there was the way he looked at Vargas. So full of love and adoration it was unlike how anyone else had ever looked at Vargas.

In this dream it looked like the two boys were on the beach together. It was all from Vargas' point of view like the other dreams. And like the other dreams the daywalker was the only thing in focus. The background being blurry and unimportant.

Not like Vargas wanted to look at the background anyways. He was the only thing that mattered to Vargas.

He was laying next to Vargas, propped up on one elbow and the other hand outstretched. It was intertwined with Vargas' hand. Vargas swore he could feel the warmth from the other boy's hand despite it being a dream.

It was odd. Vargas didn't understand why he was dreaming of a daywalker or why, despite never meeting him, Vargas was so enamored by the daywalker. Or how lifelike the dreams always felt. It almost was like Vargas was actually living them.

It didn't make sense at all.

But, Vargas wasn't too worried about that. Especially not when these dreams filled him with peace and joy. Vargas was more worried about if the daywalker boy was real or not. If he was real, was Vargas supposed to find him? How would Vargas even find him?

A group of vampires were supposed to leave Shadyside with the Eldress and go to an orchard that had more blood fruit for them. Vargas had a feeling this trip would answer at least of a few questions about the dream boy.

At least Vargas hoped it would. He needed to learn more about the boy from his dreams.

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Bad Habit

Victor x male!vampire!boyfriend!reader

TW: It's fluff, making out, Victor is obsessed with his boyfriend and is a bit cheesy

*Takes place before Zombies 4 but it's not really relevant so you could picture it at anytime

It was a widely known fact in Shadyside that Victor was never on time. Despite being the next in line leader, he often slacked on duties and showed up late to important events. It was a bad habit of his. His aunt, the current leader, was often irritated by his behavior and gave him several lectures.

Victor was never bothered by her lectures though, he had a great reason to be so late all the time. His boyfriend. Seriously, who on earth could be bothered to be on time when you existed?

Victor believed you to be perfect in every way. You were the most attractive vampire in Shadyside and definitely the most well liked. Everybody loved you but he loved you the most.

Currently the two of you were laying together on the highest cliff in Shadyside. Victor hovered over you and cupped your face with his hands as you kissed. You leaned back on your elbow and wrapped an arm around his torso. Victor's rings were cold against your skin but you couldn't be bothered as he pressed even closer to you.

You ran your hand through his hair and he smiled, leaning into your touch. Victor smiled lovingly at you as your kissing paused.

He couldn't believe how beautiful you looked under the moonlight. He couldn't believe how beautiful you looked all the time.

"Don't you have a meeting," You spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Not like Victor was going to be on time for it, you knew he'd much rather stay with you. It really was adorable.

"Oh, that. That can wait," Victor shrugged.

He moved to kiss you again and you only pulled away with a light smile on your face.

"I don't think it can," You replied, continuing to play with his hair.

He moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"It can when I'm with you," Victor flirted. "I'd pause the world to spend just another minute with you.

You rolled your eyes fondly, "Your aunt is going to be so angry with you."

"Probably," Victor shrugged, smile not leaving his face.

He leaned down to kiss you again and you let him. His lips were soft and tasted like your chapstick that he always stole from you. You smiled into the kiss.

Victor might be more openly obsessed with you but you loved him just as much. His current and future meetings could go to hell, the both of you wouldn't let this quiet moment on the cliff ever end.

Unfortunately, it would have to end but Victor would just slack off later to meet back up with you. Just like he always did and always will.

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Bite Part Two

Ajax Petropolus x male!best friend!vampire!reader

TW: Blood and biting kink, top!Ajax, bottom!reader, riding, little bit of nipple play, Ajax is a rambler during sex, hickeys, and a special shout out to Georgie Farmer's abs

*This doesn't happen at a specific time in the series

Ajax had been ignoring you up until this moment. Ever since you took him up on the offer to feed off him, he had been ignoring you. Spending little to no time in the dorm, eating meals with other people, and always making lame excuses when you asked to hang out. It was seriously becoming ridiculous and you were fed up.

So when Ajax came back to the dorm, only to drop his books off before going back out, you blocked the dorm door with your body.

"So… are you gonna let me out," Ajax asked, not able to meet your eyes.

"No." You stated harshly. "Not until you tell me why you're ignoring me."

"I'm not ignoring you," Ajax tried. "I've just been… I've been… busy!"

You just stared at him frowning. Not that he would notice since Ajax couldn't seem to look at you for longer than five seconds.

"Whatever," You huffed, moving away from the door. "Just remember, you're the one who offered to let me bite you."

That was the only reason you could think of on why Ajax was being so weird. Nothing else out of the ordinary had happened.

"What no," Ajax exclaimed, grabbing your arm. "That's not why I'm ignoring you!"

He held you by the shoulders in front of him.

"So you are ignoring me, great!"

"No, no, I mean," Ajax sighed. "Okay yeah, I am but definitely not because of the feeding thing."

"Okay then why," You asked.

Ajax just opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to say anything. He was such a terrible liar.

You sigh again and went to walk away. That's when Ajax pushed you against the wall and before you could speak, he kissed you.

Then he immediately pulled back, "Oh fuck. I'm so sorry-"

You grabbed the tie of his uniform and pulled him back in for another kiss. Ajax responded eagerly, moving his hands to your waist and kissing you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand on the back of his head.

Your lips moved in sync and soon enough you could feel his tongue slip into your mouth. You let his tongue caress your fangs and then tangle with your own tongue. Your sunglasses were uncomfortably crooked from the close proximity.

You pulled away from the kiss for a second to remove your glasses, tossing them onto the floor. Ajax was smirking at you as he pressed your hips together and it became obvious you both were enjoying the make out session.

"So you were ignoring me because you were horny," You asked, breathless from the kiss.

Ajax shrugged, still smirking, "Yeah but, like, specifically horny for you."

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to respond but Ajax grabbed the back of your thighs and picked you up. You yelped as you tighten your arms and legs around the gorgon.

"What the hell," You blurted out.

"I figured you'd want to continue on the bed, not the wall," Ajax stated simply.

You glared at him, he was right but picking you up was unnecessary.

Ajax laid you down on his bed and crawled on top of you but before he could do anything, you pushed him and flipped your positions. You straddled him with your hands on his torso, smirking down at him. Ajax just grinned.

You leaned down to kiss him again.

As you two kissed, you started to undone his tie and unbutton his shirt. Ajax only slipped his hands under your shirt and ran his hands up and down, feeling your entire torso.

When he gently pinched one of your nipples, you couldn't help but gasp.

"Sensitive," Ajax teased.

"Shut up," You growled, your cheeks red.

You pulled back to slip your shirt over your head and Ajax took the time to take his shirt off as well. Both of the clothing articles thrown carelessly on the floor.

You stared at the expanse of skin. You knew Ajax was in good shape, you had changed in front of each other a few times, but not in this good of shape. His abs were defined and gorgeous.

You ran your hands across them before leaning down and licking a stride up them.

"Holy shit," You heard Ajax muttered.

You grinned at him and leaned back down to continue kissing and licking his torso.

Ajax tangled a hand in your hair and pulled you back into another kiss. This one was a bit more aggressive, there was more teeth and tongue. His other hand smoothed down your back and slid into your pants, giving your ass a small squeeze.

"Not without lube, you eager little shit," You said against Ajax's lips, fully knowing what he wanted.

Ajax grinned and continued kissing you as he reached for the lube in his nightstand. You unbuttoned your pants and struggled a bit to kick them and your underwear off. Ajax had to give you a little help.

Once off, Ajax pulled you back into his lap. The two of you were chest to chest. One of Ajax's hands rested on your back while you wrapped one arm around his neck and the other clutched his bicep.

Ajax started kissing your neck as a finger gently prodded at your hole. You noticed Ajax had taken the time to warm up the lube. Ajax sucked a hickey onto your neck as his first finger slipped inside you.

You let out a soft moan and Ajax immediately became addicted to the sound.

Ajax worked his finger in and out as he left hickey after hickey on your neck, trying to get you to continue making those beautiful sounds. You moaned again and tightened your hold on his bicep, leaving little red crescents.

There was a slight burn from a second finger being added. Your sanity slowly leaving you only to be replaced with the pleasure Ajax made you feel. He switched his attention from your neck to your nipples, kissing and gently biting at both of them.

Your moans got higher and breathier as Ajax continued to thrust his fingers in and out, you rolled your hips in sync with his movements.

Not too long after, a third finger was inserted. Your eyes rolled back slightly. You never thought you'd be this affected by someone's fingers but here you were, becoming more and more of a mess as Ajax got you closer to sweet release.

"Ajax," You gasped. "Please!"

"Please what," Ajax taunted you.

"You know what," You mumbled in response, your face flushing a deeper red.

"Gotta be specific, hun," Ajax told you with a shit eating grin on his face.

You let out another moan, "Please!”

Ajax quickly pulled out all of his fingers and you let out a whine at the lose.

"Be specific," He repeated.

You stared at him for a moment, the gorgon was still wearing a smug smile.

You pressed a soft kiss to Ajax's ear and whispered, "Please, Ajax, fuck me with your huge cock."

The smug smile was gone, Ajax was bright red and his mouth was opening and closing without a sound. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"You told me to be specific," You reminded him.

Ajax pouted as he reached for his nightstand, "Whatever."

He grabbed a condom and you moved to the side so he could shove off his pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor.

You watched with slight fascination as Ajax rolled on the condom and poured on some lube. He wasn't insanely huge but he was definitely bigger than average. He stroked himself a few times before you straddled him again.

You two shared a few quick kisses as you slowly worked yourself down on Ajax's cock. You hissed a bit at the stretch. Once he was fully inside, you buried your face in his neck and paused your movements.

"Bite me," Ajax breathed.

"What," You exclaimed, pulling back to look him in the eye.

Based on the wide eyes and open mouth, Ajax did not mean to say that out loud. He looked away from you.

"Ajax, did you just say 'bite me'," You asked carefully.

He looked at you only for a second before looking away again, "…Yeah."

You blinked at him.

"Oh," You stated, putting it together.

When you feed off Ajax it turned him on and that's why he's been ignoring you. He was horny but also totally into biting.

You pressed a few kisses to his neck and licked the prominent vein. You gently scraped your fangs against his neck and Ajax shuddered, titling his head to the side for easier access.

You kissed his neck again and then bite down. His sweetly metallic blood filled your mouth and you didn't bother to be a clean eater for once.

Ajax moaned and bucked his hips up, you let out a muffled moan at the action. You didn't detach from Ajax's neck as you began moving up and down. He gripped one of your hips while his other hand held the back of your head. You just held onto his arms as you both moved.

It was better than anything you could ever imagine. The wonderful taste of blood in your mouth as you rode Ajax and he matched your rhythm with his thrusts. Everyone else was officially ruined for you.

"Oh fuck," Ajax moaned. "Fuck- you're so- you're so good!"

The hold he had on your hip was bound to leave a bruise and the scabs from your fangs were going to be there for days.

"So, so, so good," Ajax continued to ramble. "Feels so good-“

He let out a groan of pleasure as you slammed your hips down again.

You knew there was blood smeared around your lips and even more dripping down your neck as you finished feeding. You began licking at the wound from your fangs, nervous Ajax was going to pass out if you took anymore.

You pulled back to look at Ajax who's eye were half lidded. He surged forward and kissed you, his tongue running over your lips to lap up his own blood. You kissed back just as hard and fastened your pace.

As you two got closer to your orgasms the kissing turned into sharing each other's air. Your foreheads pressed together leaving almost no room between you two. The fabric of Ajax's beanie was itchy but you were too busy chasing your pleasure to notice.

"I'm so close," Ajax gasped. "So close."

"Me too," You spoke breathily.

Your thighs quivered with effort as you kept up your pace, Ajax's thrusts became frantic, the only sounds being Ajax's rambling and the slap of skin on skin.

The warmth in your stomach continued the curl as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

"I'm gonna- gonna cum," Ajax stuttered through broken moans.

With a final thrust of his hips, Ajax let out a loud moan and came into the condom. You came seconds later, shooting hot ropes of cum over both of your stomachs. You and Ajax breathed heavily as you rode out your highs.

"Fuck," You gasped, finally getting a look at Ajax.

There was a bit of blood trickling down his neck and there was even more smudged around his lips. It was shockingly hot.

"We definitely did," Ajax joked.

You two couldn't help but fall into a fit of giggles.

"So…" Ajax started once you both had calmed down.

"So," You repeated.

"What does… what does this mean for us," He asked.

You blinked at him, mouth cover in his own blood and your cum drying on his torso.

"I think we should shower," You stated and there was a sadness to Ajax's eyes. "And then go on a proper date."

Ajax light up and kissed you again. You could feel the smile on Ajax's lips as you kissed and Ajax could feel yours.

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Bite

Ajax Petropolus x male!best friend!vampire!reader

TW: Blood in general but also lowkey blood kink, Ajax gives reader consent to feed off him, sexual thoughts but no actual actions, realization of feelings

*This doesn't happen at a specific time in the series and part two is out now

It wasn't like Ajax had never seen you feed, you guys were best friends and roommates. The only difference was that you normally drank the blood from some sort of package or bottle. It was just like watching somebody drink from their water bottle in class. It was never odd or awkward for either of you.

But this, this was completely different.

Ajax had offered to let you feed off him after you revealed you forgotten to do so all day. It had been a busy day and it was late, going to a teacher to get some seemed ridiculous to Ajax when he had plenty of blood.

Of course, you didn't agree immediately not wanting to hurt your best friend but Ajax insisted that it would be fine.

So here you are with your fangs in Ajax's wrists drinking your fill.

Ajax pressed his lips together to stop any noises from escaping as he watched blood trickle down from the corner of your lips. His blood specifically. It was a bright red contrast to your skin tone. The sight was strangely arousing to the gorgon.

The sensation of you biting him didn't hurt at all. There was a little prick to it but then his arm felt tingly and pleasant. It made him wonder how it would feel for you to bite his neck.

Ajax could only imagine it.

You straddling him on one of your beds with your fangs in the side of his neck. One your hands cradling his head while the other held onto his arm. Ajax tangling a hand in your hair and using the other hand to squeeze your hip. The two of you rolling your hips together.

Ajax was brought out of his daydream by the feeling of you licking his arm. He swallowed thickly as your tongue dragged up the inside of his foreman and he picture you licking somewhere else.

The blood around your lips had smeared and Ajax wanted to lean forward and kiss you. Get a taste of his own blood while the red covered both your mouths.

Ajax swallowed again as you looked up at him.

"You okay," You asked him, stilling gently holding his arm.

Ajax could only nod in response, not trusting his voice to speak.

"You sure?" Your eyes were filled with concern as you stared at your friend.

You let go of his arm and wiped the blood off your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Yeah," Ajax spoke in a rough tone. "Totally."

Ajax was definitely not okay. Not because he was in pain or hurt but because he realized that he needs to fuck you like he needs air to live.

This school year was about to get a whole lot harder to deal with.

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Curiosity

Issac Night x male!nevermore student!reader

TW: Pathetic!Issac, sorta sub and dom vibes, sub!Issac, heart kink, grinding, hair pulling, use of the pet name baby, cumming in pants

*Doesn't take place during any specific part of the show and the type of outcast isn't mentioned

This had started through pure curiosity. All you wanted was to get a closer look at Issac's mechanical heart, to try and understand how it worked. Issac didn't mind at all, he even allowed you to touch it.

Which is what led to the current situation.

You had Issac pressed against the table in his lab. Both of you wrapped up in each others arms with barely any space between you two.

Your fingers pressed gently against the gears of Issac's heart and moved them manually, he released another gasp at the feeling. Your other hand gripped Issac's hair and pulled, making sure you had a clear view of the zombie's face.

Issac pressed his crotch harsher against your thigh, grinding and rubbing as he chased his own pleasure. His mouth open wide as he let out little gasps and moans with each movement.

You watched with fascination as the gears moved under your fingers and Issac's sweaty chest rose with each deep breath. It was such a stunning sight. The mad scientist falling apart under your hands.

Issac clutched your arm as he got closer to sweet release. His other hand moved, with the few coherent thoughts he had left, down your torso. Issac started messily palming you over your slacks. You responded by grinding into his hand.

The two of you rubbed against each other as you both felt your orgasms get closer and closer.

Drool had started to fall from Issac's mouth, you leaned forward and licked it up before kissing him. You nipped and bit at his lips before plunging your tongue into his mouth. More drool trailed from Issac's mouth but no one would be able to tell if it was his or yours.

"So close," Issac slurred against your lips.

You only responded by continuing to move the gears in his heart and trailing kisses down his neck.

Issac's moans turned to breathless pants, his hips moved more franticly, and his hand moved less rhythmical against your groin as he got closer.

You pulled away from his neck and smirked as you took in the sight before you.

Issac Night, the undead genius, rapidly thrusting his hips against you with drool smeared over his face and eyes half lidded.

You gave a tug to his hair and leaned closer to his ear, "Come for me, baby."

Issac let out a high pitched moan as he came in his pants, hips stuttering. You couldn't help but release at the sight of him falling apart because of you. A groan left your lips as you pressed closer to Issac, warm cum filling your pants.

"Fuck," You muttered.

Issac panted and pushed his face into your shoulder.

"Not quite," Issac spoke breathily. "But maybe next time."

You rolled your eyes fondly before really comprending his words.

"Next time?!"

Issac only let out a small chuckle.