Actually I'm gonna expand on my last post: I wanna read a fic where Shane meets another athlete at Sochi after the humiliation of the "No I did not answer your boring text / we are nothing" disaster. Like, his figure skating friend - I'm calling him Chris because that feels true to me and 'Shane's figure skating friend' is too much of a mouthful - messages him after his free skate like "Hey!! We didn't get to catch up, let's hang!!" and Shane's still smarting from his conversation with Ilya so he feels obligated to put on a front of normalcy so he's like "Sure let's do it." And when they meet up what do ya know, there's another guy there, one of the other male figure skaters and he's all lithe and slender and "Oh hey Shane, this is my friend Mikhail but everybody calls him Misha ha ha he's competing for Russia in the men's singles!" and Shane's like are you fucking kidding me right now except Misha is so totally different from Ilya. Well actually Misha is kind of a frigid bitch. He gives Shane a very cool once over when he introduces himself and his accent is even harsher than Ilya's when he says "I thought hockey player would be taller" and Shane is kind of always a little endeared by assholes so he just laughs and Misha clearly approves of this reaction because the two of them keep talking and walking around the Olympic village even after Chris peels off to chat with other athletes and Shane is maybe actually having a good time, it's nice talking about their respective sports, how they're different, how they're similar and Misha is still a little acerbic and keeps landing little digs but it's nothing Shane can't brush off (it doesn't hurt like "you're boring" / "we're nothing") and Shane thinks he really might be making a friend here and then they're talking about injuries and Shane's like "Yeah it's pretty much just a guaranteed part of the sport, you gotta be able to take a hit" and Misha's like "You get hit often?" And Shane kinda shrugs like "Yeah pretty much" and Misha's like "Is that not dangerous?" And Shane's like "Well kind of, but my team looks out for me and I'm pretty sturdy" and then he grins and adds "even if I am small for a hockey player" and Misha hums and says "Well you're not that small" and Shane kinda laughs "Oh yeah?" And Misha nods again and says "You've got big hands" and huh well that's true even if Shane thinks it's an odd thing to notice and then Misha's saying "No really they are, look" and then he's tugging Shane's hands by both wrists and guiding them around his own waist and huh what huh. "They go almost all the way around" Misha says and he's looking up at Shane through his lashes sort of expectant and wow he does have to look up to do it, their size difference is kind of noticeable except suddenly Shane's noticing a lot of things and oh my god is he being hit on?? By a GUY???
And THAT is how Shane Hollander has a crisis about being clocked by another queer and has to figure out how to tell a mean bossy bottom that he is in fact NOT a gentle dom top who can reign in a brat but is instead a super sub who likes getting ordered around while also not actually disclosing that he is in fact gay.
a/n: can't wait for act 4 to drop next week don't worry they just took a week's break guys. pitfighter vi changed my life i had to keep pausing the episodes to scream into my hands baby girl come home.
ever since vi had met you, she had been discovering quite a few new things about herself.
she is apparently an active sleeptalker, has a habit of biting her lips when thinking, and once she gets you in bed she needs to keep going until she passes out.
she’d always known she had a soft spot for pretty girls, constantly flirting with and taking home the girls who showed up to her matches with her face plastered on their shirts and phone cases. but eventually, she started to grow a bit bored with the routine of a night of rough sex with a stranger before parting ways, never to meet again. well, hopefully. unfortunately, some of the girls could get a bit obsessed. one of the cons of being too good with a strap.
but like a deity above heard her secret prayers she spots you in the crowd at one of her shows, oh-so-pretty face stuck staring down at your phone as a girl she assumes is your friend looks on to the match with glee. as cliche as it was, she was instantly intrigued.
she had no choice but to come up to you after the show, black leather jacket slung over her shoulders as she greets you with a flirty smile and one of her most trusty pick up lines to make you laugh.
you aren't impressed. you do call her cute, which is a win in her book. luckily your friend is a huge fan, and manages to persuade you into giving her your number for an autograph. she swears she hears the girl call her hot when your friend drags you away, and she doesn’t hear you disagree.
you make it very clear at the start of the relationship that you know about her reputation with other women, and that you don't want to have sex until you are sure she is committed to you. and while she obviously respects your boundaries, taking the care to make she never goes too far whenever things do start to get a little more intimate, she has to admit it’s a bit of a struggle to keep it in her pants. she swears after a few weeks you start teasing her, hugging her from behind when you're in a towel fresh out of the shower and wearing tops with lower and lower necklines.
and once you finally do tell her you're ready to go all the way? the girl is stuck on you from sunset to sundown, wringing countless orgasms from you until you have to use the last of your energy to tap out.
she adores how you can keep up with her, especially after she successfully wins a match. the adrenaline from the fight is still pumping through her veins, sweat and bruises dotted over her skin as she rushes over to you once she’s cleared of injuries and lifts you up in her arms, twirling you around until she starts to get dizzy. the sound of your squeals and giggles as she bites and kisses at your neck one of her favorite sounds in the world.
it can only be paralleled by the noises you’re making now, desperate and pitched-up whines and gasps as you sit across from her, eyes drooping and head falling back as you grind your hips into hers. she had been so desperate to get her hands on you that she couldn’t be bothered to pull down either of your underwear, the friction from her boxers and your panties making her eyes roll into the back of her head. she’s sure the grip her hand has on your leg propped up next to her is too tight and sure to leave a slight bruise, but you only subtly push it closer to her grip, biting your lip when her nails dig into your skin.
“come on, come on pretty girl, keep giving it to me.”
her hoarse voice pants, tilting her hips just the slightest to the side so that her clit rubs even harder on the wet fabric below, brushing against yours the slightest bit to make you let out a needy moan. normally her dirty words are enough to send you into overdrive but she can tell that tonight the euphoria is getting to you, too deep in the experience to register what she’s saying. her other hand that's not gripping onto you for dear life reaches over, her breath hitching when her cunt presses even harder into yours, and gently but firmly grabs you by the back of the head so your head is upright again.
“vi, ‘h my god-” your moan is cut off by her plush lips harshly pressing into yours and sticking her tongue in your mouth, muscles massaging each other before she pulls away and watches the string of spit that connects you to each other. a dopey grin grows on her face before she ever so slightly tilts your head down, laughing at the strained gasp that leaves your throat.
even with fabric there you’re obviously both soaked, dark and light materials stained by yourselves and each other and only growing more intense by the second. it creates a perfect blend of embarrassment but arousal in you that forces you to grind yourself into her harder, chasing that high for the both of you as you hear the audible noises of your bodies meeting.
as you both get closer you start to get clingier, your trembling hands resting on vi’s shoulders as a subtle hint that she picks up on immediately. she helps you to wrap your arms around her shoulders as hers moves to your back, squeezing your sides and rubbing over the skin when your teary exhausted voice calls her name over and over as you get closer and closer to the edge.
“vi, vi, ‘m so close, please, oh shit harder-”
“i know, i know, baby. just a little more, fuck you feel so good, prettiest girl, god prettiest pus-”
she smiles and bites into your shoulder when your orgasm finally hits you, the desperate grinding of your hips paired with the breathy whining from your throat right next to her ear sending her to nirvana right after you, broad hands pulling your overstimulated into hers so she can keep using your pliant body to carry her through her orgasm.
you sit in each other's arms for a minute, hands softly brushing through each other's hands and pressing kisses to each other shoulders. she loves these little moments with you where she can just bask in the fuzzy post-sex bliss with you. she loves it even more when she delicately rubs herself into you to test the waters, always met by your lovesick giggle as you hold onto her tighter and return the movement, ready to go as soon as she gives you a sign.
After a long night of deals, Matt crashes on the couch, unzipping his pants with a lazy grin. ❝Come here, princess—time to thank Daddy for keeping you supplied.❞ You crawled to him, heart pounding, your pretty mouth watering at the sight of his hard erection springing free. ❝Suck it like you mean it; show me how grateful that pretty throat is.❞ He guides your head down, fingers tangled in your hair as you swirl your tongue around the aching head, taking him deeper with each bob.
Gags escaped as he hit the back of your throat, but he didn't let up, fucking your face steadily. ❝That's it, choke on daddy's dick and swallow every inch.❞ Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his precum, until he pulled out and sprayed thick hot ropes of his cum across your tongue. ❝Good girl; now lick it clean.❞
Something something you meet Robin at Smith College in an art program, and decide to come to Hawkins with her over spring break. You finally get to meet her best friend she hasn’t stopped talking about, and much to your surprise he’s a middle school little league coach. You don’t have anything in common with him, and he’s the opposite of your type, but the chemistry between you is so palpable, you’re tempted to make a big mistake and act on it. :)
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 about pretending to drop your lipbalm right in front of bf!rafe so you bend down, making sure your ass is almost flush against his hips and then walking off. doing this all day before finally in the evening, you're in the living room watching tv when you decide to accidentally drop your lipbalm right in front of where he's sitting 'on your way to the bathroom'. rafe has had absolutely enough and pulls you backwards by your hips onto his lap, "you think i don't know you're teasin' me? baby i created teasing." now his hands are down your pyjama shorts and he's slowly toying with your clit as you twitch and attempt to hide your whimpering. his grip is iron, digging into your waist because you keep trying to slide off his lap, "uh uh. i'll show you real teasing, then maybe you'll quit torturing me, hmm?"
𝜗᭪ rhea speaks .ᐟ idek i think i repeated myself 100x but i hope you like this nonetheless ᰔ
