ummm excuse me but your post about teaching boy some sex stuff…….. 👀 maybe you could elaborate on that a little bit more….. it’s making me feel things 👀
Um yes hello, I want to teach him so many things I don't even know where to start🙈
Boy Van Der Koy x afab!Reader
🔞Content Warnings: no edits just horniness, inexperienced virgin!Boy Van Der Koy, having to find creative ways to make out and do oral when he doesn't have a tongue, oral (->m), snowballing, oral (->f)
Kissing would be the most logical first step. It starts off soft. Sweet. Just a peck really because you don't want to scare him off. You would know that he's mute because he never speaks, but you don't know why. So it would be a shock to the both of you the first time you swipe your tongue through the crease of his lips and press inside his mouth. Expecting to feel his tongue against yours, your brows dip as your tongue prods further and further until it grazes what remains of his.
You pull back, eyes wide and mouth agape to mirror his own. You worry that you may have offended him, crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed and suddenly filled with worry that this boy you had become so enamored with will want nothing to do with you ever again after this. But to your surprise, he palms the back of your head and presses his lips to yours again, more rough and insistent. His thumb pressing down on your bottom lip, tapping your tongue to let you know that he wants to feel it again. After that, he's obsessed with your mouth. Loves it when you bite his lips and stick your tongue inside.
Just when you think he can't possibly become more obsessed with your mouth, you blow his mind when your kisses start to wander. At first it's just a kiss to neck that sends tingles through his whole body. Then it leads to his chest and nipples where he becomes gradually more sensitive. But the moment you kiss the defined V just above his raggedy torn shorts is when he starts to get dizzy. Because you couldn't possibly keep going, right? You were surely going to stop there.
But you don't stop.
You tug down those shorts so his long pretty cock can spring free to smack against his carved abs, heavy and sticky with precum. You observe it for so long that a blush flushes across his tan cheeks and he suddenly feels self-conscious of your attention. That is until you do the unthinkable by grabbing a hold of it with a firm grip and a shy smile before sucking the tip into your mouth with a purr.
The moment your tongue grazes the slit to taste him, a sound escapes his throat-- something between a whimper and a growl. His hand palms the back of your head, fingers twitching like he can't decide whether you just hold you there and let you do that magical thing with your tongue or if he wants to press your head all the way down his length until you're choking around him.
Needless to say, it doesn't take long for his cock to start spewing into your mouth like a volcano. He didn't even think to give you the courtesy of a warning, but you don't mind. You like that he's so sensitive to your touch and that you're the only one who has ever made him feel this way. Touched him this way. Then instead of swallowing, you hold his cum in your mouth and slowly crawl up his body.
He looks at you with satisfied eyes, so beautiful and green, as you tap his lip softly with the tip of your finger. He opens wide, doesn't even hesitate for you to elaborate anymore as you slowly dribble his load into his mouth and kiss him, pressing it deeper into his throat with your tongue invading his mouth just the way he likes.
This time he does hold the back of your head in place while you explore his mouth, refusing to let you go as he savors the taste of you together. That is until he's ready to return the favor.
Before you know it, you're flipped over onto your back with a gasp and he's the one looming over you now with a mischevious smile lighting up his face. Feral as Boy is, he pushes up your dress and tears your panties to shreds without even thinking. He just knows he needs to smell you, taste you for himself.
Without half of his tongue, Boy is all nose and lips and teeth with your cunt. He's probably a little too rough in his eagerness-- pinning one of your thighs down with his long fingers leaving blooming bruises in their wake that you'll certainly feel later. Nose parting your slick folds as he inhales your salty sweetness, the scent going straight to his cock all over again. Lips soft against your clit until he starts nipping at it like a wild animal sinking teeth into it's prey with abandon.
It feels so good, but isn't quite enough so when you grab his hand, he looks up at you, confused.
Was he doing it wrong?
Did it not feel as good for you as you had made him feel?
Boy begins to deflate, disappointed in himself, but you cup his jaw, reassuring him as he nuzzles into your palm. Then you take the hand you had been holding and guide his middle finger down your slick slit, prodding at your center until he begins to sink in, making you mewl happily.
He about comes again in his shorts at the mere feel of you. You were so pretty, pussy warm and tight and smelling so fucking good it makes him dizzy.
What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in eagerness as he sucks you between his lips again, fucking you on his fingers as he ruts into the mattress on the floor while you fall apart on his mouth this time.
OKAY BUT thinking about how Zayne will react to Caleb's return???
MC had a crush on Zayne when they were kids, but it was implied he had to leave because he went all Elsa and accidentally hurt MC with his Evol. MC didn't remember so in her mind, he just... left. And I know she was devastated by it. But Caleb was there to help put her pieces back together and the two of them got even closer.
Fast forward years later. MC is a hunter now and Caleb is a pilot, so they don't see one another much. Zayne surprisingly reappears in her life as her's and Gran's doctor. They start to get close again by interacting through regular doctor appointments and running into one another in Linkon City.
Then Caleb and Gran die in the explosion and Zayne is the one to pick MC up this time and help her put all her pieces back together. Just as she is getting back into a normal routine and has found happiness through not one, but four amazing men who adore her, Caleb comes back from the dead to take her and turn her life upside down again.
I can honestly see Zayne wanting to kill him, childhood friend or not.
I'm kicking screaming frothing at the thought of Caleb and Zayne interacting again. I know it would be so tense and Zayne's fist would be a ball of ice with the effort it takes to reign in his Evol. Meanwhile Caleb is grinning like a villain, his own cyborg arm fisted and ready to fight his childhood best friend over her.
Author's Note: Fluffy unedited little post-season 4 one-shot I just wrote inspired by this post. I yearn for this sweet playful little freak.
Content Warnings: implied difficult home life, weed ~1200 words
The trailer park is silent, save for the soft crunch of fresh snow beneath my boots as I trudge toward the busted up playground equipment. Forrest Hills hasn’t bothered replacing any of the equipment, probably since the park was initially built. The rusty swing chains look unreliable at best so you opt for the squeaking merry-go-round, brushing off a layer of snow to clear a spot.
You hiss when the cold metal seeps right through my jeans, sending a shiver up you spine. Pulling your threadbare coat tighter, you hug your body, huddling into yourself to produce warmth. It doesn’t do much, but it’s better than being stuck alone in the trailer with your dad. It was hard enough living with him on a normal day, let alone being snowed in with him and a bottle of whiskey.
Just as your eyes find the moon, blurry from the stormy sky but still shining brightly through the haze, movement catches the corner of your eye. The figure is in black head to toe from the halo of dark wavy hair down to the dark jeans stuffed into worn leather boots. The black beanie on his head is folded over his forehead, shortening the length and revealing a small tear near the crease. His clothing was just as worn as your own, something a lot of the folks around here had in common.
“Busted,” he says an unlit joint hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“Mind if I join you?”
“I don’t know,” you frown, eying him wearily. Your finger swirls through the layer of snow to your right, finishing the design off with a curling flourish. “That sign says ‘Freaks Only’.”
“Don’t you know that I’m the King of Freaks in this town, sweetheart?”
Eddie’s lip twitches as he tries to keep a straight face before the infectious smile breaks free, dimple creasing his cheek in a way that always made your heart patter against your ribcage. He closes the distance between the two of you, careful to pick the side to your left so as not to disturb your sign. After dusting off a spot, you watch him drop to sit next to you, hissing the same way you did when his ass makes contact with the freezing cold metal. You resist the urge to laugh as he adjusts to the cold.
“What are you doing out here so late, Munson? Don’t you know there’s a snow storm tonight?”
“Do you?” he challenges with a lift of his dark eyebrow, lighting up the joint and passing it to you.
You accept, taking a long inhale. Ignoring his retort, not wanting to delve into why you’re sitting alone in a snowstorm in the middle of the night, you blow it out in his direction, creating a dramatic steaming cloud against the blistering cold that swirls around him.
“When I was a kid, I loved going out when it was cold and seeing my breath on the cold wind. It made me feel like a mighty dragon. I used to wish for it so hard that sometimes I was convinced I would sprout wings at any moment and fly away from home.”
Pinching the joint between his fingers, he takes a hit of his own.
“Understandable as that may be, I’m glad you didn’t fly off without me. This place is more bearable with you around. Plus, what’s a dragon without a prince to kidnap and whisk off to her lair?”
“Aren’t princesses the ones who usually get kidnapped in these scenarios?”
“If you’re the dragon kidnapping me, you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart. Dragons don’t discriminate. Trust me."
“You play too much D&D,” you snort at his comment, swiping out to grab the joint.
Eddie pulls it just out of reach with a pout pulling down his lips before you can snatch it. You know the frown isn’t sincere, Eddie just likes to play around.
“No such thing and you would know that if you accepted my offer to play.”
“No way. There’s way too much of a learning curve, Eddie, and it’s intimidating as fuck.”
You make another lunge for the joint but he rises it high above his head with a gleeful smile as you crash into his chest. His arm snakes around your waist, holding you close while still keeping the weed out of reach.
“I’ll give it to you if you agree to play. Just one night. I promise I can change your mind with a single one-shot adventure. What do you say, pretty girl?”
Big brown eyes sparkle down at you with mirth. Another shiver wracks down your body, but you tell yourself it’s from the cold despite the sudden heat climbing up your neck toward your cheeks. This is not the first time Eddie has crossed into flirtatious banter with you— flirting was practically a second language for him. With all of his natural charm, it baffled you that he had been labeled the freak of Hawkins, even long before the incident in the woods where he was attacked by wild animals and left scarred.
The two of you had never spoken about it, but this was a small town and word got around. From what you’ve heard, he was lucky to have survived. You would think after an incident like that, people would be more compassionate but everyone mostly still eyed him with uncertainty. The only ones who didn’t seem to be afraid of him were a few students still attending Hawkins High and a few who already graduated but moved away for college. He was just as much of an outcast as you, maybe more, though you didn’t understand it.
“I’ll think about it.”
You reach for the joint again, letting out a frustrated steaming sigh when he jerks the glowing paper away once more. He lifts an expectant eyebrow, waiting.
“Fine,” you hiss, “I’ll play some freaking D&D now will you please give it to me, Eddie?”
He hums with a triumphant grin, “Such a polite girl, too. I’ll give you anything you want if you keep asking like that, baby.”
Eddie laughs when you swat playfully at him, but he finally passes the joint back to you, though he doesn’t release you from his hold. His arm circles around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side as you take another hit to try to warm yourself up. The heat radiating from his side helps as you pass the joint back and forth a few times. By the time Eddie carefully stubs out what remains on the merry-go-round handle and tucks it away in his jacket, you feel much warmer and lighter than you did when you first came out here.
Even the moon looks brighter.
Warm lips press against your cold cheek, pulling your attention from the sky and back to the prettiest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, more glassy and shiny than they usually are due to the weed.
“What was that for?” you whisper, not wanting to break the fragile peace of the quiet snowy night.
“Just felt like it,” he whispers back, his voice low and warm. “Are you still thinking about flying away?”
You shake your head, eyes flicking down to his lips, all pink and dusty from the cold.
“Good. You’re not allowed to go without me.”
“Deal,” you agree, something cementing between the two of you like an oath.
With a soft smile, he leans forward to capture your lips, sealing it with a kiss as cold snowflakes blanket the two of you in.
Meg, Meg, Meg... you know I'm going to give you some of my filthy Sylus as a lil treat😏 Here's a snippet from the WIP inspired by the Melodic Weave tender moment.
“Now what?”
Sylus calmly rounds the kitchen island, leaning against the counter with his hands in his pockets as his eyes take their sweet time perusing your figure. The leisurely appraisal of your body has your thighs trembling and clenching in anticipation, making warmth bubble under your skin.
“Now,” he rumbles, voice low and steady-- commanding without raising in volume. “Now you’re going to slide down your panties and lay on the couch for me like a good little kitten so I can pet you the way you deserve." His teasing smile ticks at at the corner. "You can even scratch me all you like and pretend you don't want it."
Transferring all of my files from Google to Ellipsus is sending me down memory lane with some projects I forgot about. I really need to finish this Ghostface duo x Victim!reader wip 😮💨 It's just a snippet.
🔞Content Warnings; Dead Dove, Do Not Eat: she/her fem!reader, noncon, slasher/serial killer, stalker, knife, blood, name calling, misogyny, it's a Scream fic so just about every kind of assault that canonically takes place in this world
I have no problem writing Caleb smut and even some Zayne smut. But every time I sit down to write Sylus smut, my brain just goes no freaky deaky, only flirty banter.
