#I love a man with slutty lips smoking a cigarette

[lady-phasma]

Sleeveless shirt appreciation post

#happy friday #the bikeriders #it's giving Daryl Dixon and I'm here for it #austin butler #austin butler thirst #I love a man with slutty lips smoking a cigarette

[binkszamsstuff]

Prize money

Mob/casino owner Bucky x server innocent reader

Warnings:kissing, stalking, creepy men, groping, unwanted sexual contact, minor character death, mob violence, let me know if I missed anything! 🩵 kinda safe for work? No smut

The smoke filled air with people’s slurred yells from the table games were what occupied most of the young girls nights. The 20 year old server walked up and down what felt like endless isles of slot machines, yelling over the shouts of frustration, music and much more.

“Snacks, beverages, cigarettes, anyone?” she yelled walking down an aisle.

“Yeah hey!” A man sitting at one of the many machines called her over.

“Hi sir what can I get for you?” The server asked him. The girl knew him, he frequently was seen in the Cash Pit casino.

Just as she was pulling out her notepad the man groped her bum.

“Nice outfit sweetheart”

“You need to get your hands off of me sir,” the server said sternly. Trying to mask her fear.

“What!” the man reached out to pull her closer by her waist “Common I’m a nice guy”

“I will not be serving you” Ripping herself from his grip the young woman walked straight to Sam one of the security guards.

“Sam” she weakly spoke

“Hey, I gotcha,” he said bringing her into him with one arm wrapped around her shoulder. His other reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his walkie-takie raising it to his lips he spoke into it. “Steve I need you in section five ASAP bring Barnes with ya too. Natasha pull up the tapes in section five around three minutes ago and look for y/n. Once you find the clip write a report and put the fucker on the banned list”

“What am I looking for?” Natasha another security guard spoke back through the line.

“You’ll know when you see it.” was all Sam said. y/n had been working for the cash pit casino since she turned 18, now 20. She didn’t like the crime or the sin-filled place but she needed money, after leaving her mother's house due to the dysfunction and her mother always putting her cheating boyfriend over her own children y/n fled. She looked for jobs that didn’t require her to wear slutty uniforms (like the cash pit casino) but nothing paid like the job she had now.

The casino was run by an undercover mob boss James Barnes, James’ father started the family-owned casino but once it was passed down to James he added…a little side business. The casino was the perfect cover-up, before James established his power he would watch the city's gangs pimp his father for so-called protection. James promised himself he would never let people tell him what to do with his fucking money like his father did because his father didn't believe in breaking a few laws. James’ father was murdered when the casino was being robbed by the gang Hydra. That was 15 years ago and James is still in a war against them.

James was a cruel man. He was a womanizer, he never was satiated with one woman his endless cash flow brought in many women that he loved to play with…that was until his doe-eyed cotton tailed bunny came hopping through his casino doors in need of a job. At first, James just thought his obsession would go away, no woman could hold his attention for long. But she did, yet he knew the kind of world he lived in. It was no place for an innocent little bunny like her, he knew it was better to protect her from a distance. And so protecting her from a distance meant loving her from too. James never let anything happen to his servers, dancers, or any woman who worked for him, especially be unsafe in his building. But when it came down to his bunny, his girl, his love, and his obsession, he ordered she never be out of any of his men's sight. He made his men follow her everywhere, he even had a tracking device under her car. He would burn the world down for the one girl who made him soft.

James tried to be friendly to all his employees at his casino, talk to them, and make a legitimate workplace so no one would be suspicious. James lived for his short conversations with y/n, her giggles and shy smile made him want to kiss her all over her face. So when Steve his right-hand man threw open his office door with enough force to make it smack against the wall James was immediately pissed.

“Hey! What the fuck was that for!” James yelled at his best friend.

“It's y/n come upstairs.” James flew out of his chair grabbing his gun from under his desk top he and Steve started to walk to the main floor. No questions were asked when it came to girl.

“What the fuck happened” he asked.

“I don't know, sam said something happened with y/n and that we needed to get up there fast”

“Fuck! I swear to god if she’s hurt!”

When James and Steve made it upstairs his eyes searched for Sam and y/n. Sam had pulled y/n into the private smoke lounge that was empty.

“I feel so gross” y/n cried into sams shoulder

When Steve pointed at Sam and y/n James made a b line straight to her.

“What happened?!” he asked as he and Steve stepped through the curtain, Steve closing it once both were in the lounge.

James sat on the couch next to Y/n, pulling her into his arms his eyes softened.

“I-I was in my section asking if anyone needed anything and some guy asked me to come over s-so I did and he grabbed my bum and wouldn’t listen to me when I told him to stop”

“Steve go get him out of my casino” James ordered then his voice turned soft “Bunny baby look at me. It's okay now I'm here” he rocked her slightly in his arms, sam got up to step out to give y/n and James some privacy.

“There's my girl” he cooed at her when her eyes met his “You’re safe, he won't ever touch you again, no one will for that matter”

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes” she whispered to him, their eyes locked in on each other until he slid down to her lips. Her breathing got more shallow as James moved his left hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her closer onto his lap, his lips met her softer ones. The kiss was otherworldly, she had never being kissed like that before. Yet as soon as it happened it was over, the cold look in his eyes reappeared. James was hungry for his little bunny, but importantly he was scared. He was scared because he wanted her yet keeping her at a distance protects her from his mafia world but it doesn't protect her from everyone else’s . He had to make a choice, either let her go forever because of his ruthless world, or bring her with him, risk the danger but protect her better than any other man could.

James picked her up “Wh-what are you doing?” she asked confused

“I’m taking you home” When James said that she immediately thought of her home.

Walking through the back of the casino so no eyes could pray, once outside he continued to his newest black Audi. Putting her in the passenger seat, leaning down to buckle her up. y/n sucked in a breath, being so close to him had her reeling to reality. His cologne smelled so good, her in his arms made her almost forget that he was her boss. She had always thought he was handsome a not-so-small crush on him, she was especially flustered after their kiss. Just as he was finished buckling her up his cold blue eyes met her for an intense moment before he closed the door and walked around the front of the car. Opening his door and buckling himself, he started to pull out of the parking lot that was located behind the casino which was only for employees. James made his choice.

The drive was awkward for y/n she was shaken up by the creepy man and confused because her boss had kissed her but was now acting so cold. So caught up in her thoughts she didn't realize that he wasn't driving her to her home but to his. Only when the car pulled into a private driveway did she become aware.

“This isn't my house?” she hesitated to say.

“I know it's mine” he replied shortly. “Im confused, why are we at your house?”

James parked his car he turned to look at her, his eyes besotted on her, they would never leave her. James knew his eyes would never look at someone like they do for her, that he would look for her in every room for the rest of his life even though he could be miles away. He would never twant another person, she was his love, lamb, bunny, life, and soul, his future and he would die without her.

“y/n look at me. I want you to know now that after tonight I can't hind. I can't hide my feelings for you, I love you more than I could ever express with my words so please ju-just stay with me. Come inside, come home. I’ll love you for the rest of my life with or without you, but please doll be with me” he begged, pleaded, his eyes hoping with everything in him.

y/n stared at him, her breath gone. She couldn't believe he would ever want her. Yet her heart felt the same as his did, she longed for him, to see his rare smiles more frequent. She wanted to know him, to learn, to crave him, and never be able to live without him.

“Bunny, baby you’re killin’ me, say somethin’ let me be yours” he took her hands in his

“I love you James” she whispered before she let go of his hands and reached for the sides of his face. Pulling him in for a kiss, this one even more passionate, full of words now spoken, this kiss longer. Coming up for air from her magic James smiled against her lips chuckling.

“I love you y/n,” James said before getting out of the car, once on her side of the car he opened up the door holding her hand in his, he brought her hand up to his lips kissing it. y/n blushing while they walked into his their home.

The night was spent eating takeout in PJs (James' shirt and sweatpants that were hilariously too big for her) cuddling, kissing, playing, giggling, and learning about the love they would share for the rest of their lives.

The end

I had this song of repeat while I made this because it gives off shy but scary but sweet Bucky to me

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #marvel #james bucky barnes #soft dark fic #soft!dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #yandere bucky barnes

[azrielgreen]

Rooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) Preview: CH2

Eddie wakes with a hot, wet mouth on him.

It’s this thing about Steve, he’s slutty when he’s happy. Like, it’s his natural default, it’s where he lands. Effusive and bright and openly tactile, but undeniably underlined by his tendency to slut himself around and weaponise it for fun.

No surprise whatsoever then to wake up with his pretty fucking mouth wrapped around Eddie’s dick.

OK, yes, maybe some surprise because holy fucking god, the boy’s got no gag reflex and his nose is buried in Eddie’s dense, dark curls—fuck.

Eddie’s back arches before he’s even fully awake, his body responding and he’s barely fucking conscious, but he knows he’s like ten seconds from coming, Steve’s too good, fucking hell.

‘Baby,’ Eddie utters, half slurs. ‘Stevie.’

It’s not an objection, it never would be. Steve can do whatever he wants. He just wants to say his name, just wants to speak it into existence.

Eddie’s arm stings still.

It hurts.

He loves that so much.

And when he looks over, Billy is there too.

Waiting, not like Steve who wouldn’t wait to dispense pleasure, not when he’s so happy.

But Billy waited.

Eddie kisses him.

He thinks there’s a ghost of something caught in a mirror inside him. Shattered, bright and sharp, it’s not normal, none of this is, but it’s so obvious when he’s kissing Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington is sucking his god damned soul right out his cock first thing.

Eddie thinks it’s this house.

Nebraska.

This country.

Earth and the moon, their Momma, as Steve calls her.

Only Eddie knows why.

Only Eddie knows the story of that night.

Maybe Steve will tell Billy soon, Eddie’s not sure.

Billy’s kisses are fresh and minty where Eddie’s are not, but the older boy doesn’t seem to care. He kisses warm and slow, rumbles contentedly, but he grips Eddie hard, almost painful, especially when he comes.

Comes in Steve’s mouth, all over his tongue.

Sharing, nourishing, loving.

Then Steve emerges from the covers, his hair all static-fucked, lips red and cheeks blush pink, eyes bright.

Steve crawls over, nudges against his face, closed mouth secret smile and Eddie grins indulgently, knows what he’s got.

‘You wanna give me somethin’, baby boy?’

Steve strokes his face, nods.

He is the personification of sin; angelic and so lovely it cuts all that it touches, demands nothing less than blood.

Lips touching, but not to kiss, Eddie opens up and lets Steve spit his own come into his mouth.

Eddie swallows, drags Steve against him to kiss him stupid, to fit all that love where he breathes so it’ll live inside.

They’re all cut up, the sheets are bloody and ruined.

Eddie says, ‘I love you,’ to Steve and Steve just smiles.

Then he pulls off, kisses Billy too.

Sharing.

‘Can we make waffles again?’

*

Billy makes waffles and Eddie smokes outside.

It’s cooler in the morning.

His arm hurts.

Eddie touches it, presses down on the sorest parts.

Nicotine and smoke and the low burn when he lets it get too close to his fingers, but it’s good, it helps.

Eddie thinks about the man whose throat opened up when Steve sliced it, he thinks about sharp objects and blades and the first time someone realised they could use tools to kill rather than teeth.

He’s shirtless.

Likes the bite in the air.

Clean and fresh, it runs counterpoint with the cigarette he finishes.

There’s waffles inside, he can smell them.

And he kinda wants to stay outside, look at the sky, but Steve calls him in, so that’s where he goes.

*

Steve eats waffles and drinks milk from the bottle and Billy watches him sometimes, Eddie helpless but to watch them both. This far from the gritty demands of their usual life together, this place, this house is something removed from time.

They’re wearing each other’s scars.

Shapes cut into skin.

Eddie thinks of the first time someone cut him, the shock of it, how he’d cried later, all alone. Didn’t realise he could be split, ruined, hurt in such a way.

Now, it’s just love.

The rose in his arm, the one on Billy’s chest and the newest blossom on Steve’s thighs. They’ll heal well, Eddie thinks.

Steve’s energy though, it’s a little fractured.

His knee is jogging, expression blank and calm as it so often is, but there’s just something off.

‘You OK?’ he asks Steve.

Steve smiles at him, nods and then takes his plate out to the kitchen. Eddie and Billy share a brief look.

‘He’s not OK,’ Billy tells him quietly.

And Eddie, he could be real fucking smug, he could be a bitch, say shit like, ‘Yeah, no, I think I’d know, seeing as how we’ve been together for years, thanks.’ He could say that, remind Billy whose claim to Steve is greater.

Eddie doesn’t want to, though.

What scares him is that he doesn’t even believe that.

‘I know,’ he simply says. ‘It’s the Vegas thing. Always takes a while for… well. Bad shit comes in like the flu for Steve.’

Billy nods slowly. ‘What do you wanna do?’

‘Keep him safe.’ Eddie leans forward, elbows on the table. ‘What do you wanna do?’

Billy’s eyes are blue, they’re steady.

He’s like a mountain.

He is Nebraska.

He’s this house.

‘I want whatever you want.’

*

They go shopping.

It’s a small gathering of local stores; no chains, no big brand names. Billy warns Eddie not to shoplift.

‘I wasn’t gonna,’ he chuckles, and Billy grins, seemingly charmed by the brashness of the lie.

Steve is humming to himself as he wanders through the rows, examining medicine and greeting cards. Eddie thinks he recognises the song, which brings dread to his core. He can count on two hands the number of times he’s heard Steve singing that fucking song and every single time without fail, it has preceded a breakdown.

And because sometimes, Steve would call Billy, because they would talk alone without Eddie in the space of the last (first) time they saw Billy, Eddie’s not sure.

He gets noodles for himself and Lucky Charms for Steve, dumps them in the cart and throws Billy a glance, measuring.

‘What?’ Billy asks.

‘Did he tell you about Texas?’

There’s no reaction at first.

And Billy’s the kind who thinks slow, feels slow, but Eddie’s looking for a specific reaction which, when he doesn’t find it, says all he needs to know.

‘No.’

‘OK.’

He won’t be the one to tell Billy, not in a million years, but he did wonder. They seem like they know each other, those two. Strange familiarity that Eddie sometimes feels side-lined by.

‘Is it to do with the song he’s singing?’

‘Kinda. Doesn’t matter.’

‘He was humming it in the car while you slept.’

‘It’s fine. Just.’ Eddie stops at the dog chew toy section, scans for whatever is cutest. ‘Sometimes, when he sings that song, it means he’s headed for a bad few weeks.’

He chooses a fluffy black dragon without a squeaker. Something that’s intended to be playfully torn apart and shredded, he knows Steve likes to rescue them. Never buys a toy intended for a life of love, only the rescues, the strays, whatever he can keep from the jaws of happy death.

Billy selects a plush squid.

‘I’m here,’ he says.

It’s two words.

They don’t mean much, and yet they mean everything.

Eddie might not have to face this alone.

He’s never had that before.

Risks touching Billy’s hand where anyone could see, grasping it briefly.

Billy’s thumb rubs over his knuckles and then he lets go first, pragmatic as ever.

Eddie won’t trust it¸ of course not.

Billy doesn’t know what Steve gets like sometimes. Nobody does, only Eddie. If anything in the world is gonna shake Billy Hargrove awake, make him see sense about the both of them, it’ll be the storm that’s coming.

I’m here.

Eddie doesn’t fully trust it.

But he dares take a little comfort from it all the same, and feels no guilt in spending Billy’s money at least.

He still shoplifts a beaded bracelet just for the hell of it, Steve will like that he stole it. He’ll like the way the cheap glass beads catch the light.

Old habits die hard, don’t they?

(Touched Preview coming a little later today💜💜💜)

#oonionchiver #yes i changed it back and added the extra fucking O #no i don't wanna talk about it #Brooke has already teased me till she couldn't breathe I have been suitably chastised #Rooms Fic #This story is absolutely about to go off the fucking walls I am SO EXCITED for all the beautiful pain #steddie #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

I could fix her..

AN: Idk, i saw this post, and it just came to my mind. Also watching a shitload of Shameless lately, maybe thats in it too.:D

Minors do not interact!

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GIF by killer-queen101

You tutored Billy. That was how you two became friends. Somewhat of friends at least. You weren't on the "to be bullied" list of his. That's gotta count for something.

You were a little genius, but you made him promise he wouldn't tell anybody of you tutoring him. What would being good hearted and smart do to your fame huh? You were the ice queen of Hawkin's High. Never in a relationship, but getting everyone you wanted. Playing a bit then on to the next. Sure, some would call you a whore, all the girls hated you. But you ran the place, and that was enough.

In your previous school you tried having friends and it never turned out well. With the move you finally had the chance to reinvent yourself. SO this is how you got to the slutty metalhead phase. Body to kill for, untouchable. And man.. did you love it.

There was a party at lover's lake, of course multiple guys invited you. They followed you around like lost puppies. On the other side of the fire Billy smirked watching you. When your eyes met his he lifted his beer to send you a little - cheers - winking as you smirked back to him sipping your beer.

Nancy and Steve at beside Billy so he heard Nancy say - gosh so fucking slutty. i don't know what they see in her. She wasn't always like this you know..My parent's are friends with hers, and they told us that she was mommy's angel where they lived before... - Steve just scoffed and took a sip from his beer. Of course he wanted you too. Everyone wants what they cannot have, and sure as hell nobody got you.

-I could fix her... - Billy said as he was smirking at you still. At this point you stood up kissing one of the boys next to you while you looked into your friend's eye, before you walked up to him hopping in his lap as you took his cigarette from his mouth to smoke some. His hand went to your waist supporting you. He could tell you were drunk already.

-What's up Billy boy? See something you like? - you flirted before chuckling.

-Mommy's princess is drunk ain't she? Want me to take you home?

You scoffed before you took a handful of the collar of his shirt to lift him up, noses nearly touching.

-That depends, your home or mine?

He sighed before clenching his jaw. You were playing a dangerous game, and he wasn't one to pass on it. He bearely opened his door before you stopped ridding him of his clothes. He grabbed your wrists, stopping you. As he slowly hauled you closer, as you giggled.

-What? - you asked.

He just got a hold of your face with both hands, kissing you passionately as you both devoured eachother. The next morning he woke up alone.

The day after he saw you in school flirting with the captain of the football team near the bleachers.

-Didn't really look fixed. - Steve said to Billy laughing while they smoked.

Billy clenched his jaw and powerwalked to you, taking your chin into his hand, forcing you to look at him.

-If i fuck you, noone else does. -he spat at you angrily as the hold on your neck tightened a bit, making you smirk, and hot and bothered.. But he doesn't have to know that.

He let go of you only to punch the captain in the face as he tried t o be a gentleman and save you.

-You see Billy, the problem is, i don't see you fucking me. - you said in the sweetest voice. He looked at you in a way that only predators look at they prey. You ran up to him, jumping up, legs immediately around his waist as he goes under the bleacher while you two kiss.

-Gonna show you who owns this pussy. - he said between kisses as he shoved your panties to the side. It wasn't hard getting to them, you wore an impossibly short skirt today, showing off your legs.

You both moaned as he entered you in a single motion, still holding you up. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

-Nobody fucking owns this pussy Hargrove..But you knocking him out was hot as fuck.. - you say between thrusts.

When you came, you got off off him. Fixed your clothes and started to walk away before looking over your shoulder.

-If you think you can ever own me this isn't gonna work. - before you walked away without waiting for a reaction.

A few minutes later Billy joined Steve with a few drops of blood still on his lips.

-Feisty huh? - he asked Billy, and he just chuckled, lighting a cigarette.

On thursday you showed up at his house with your geometry book for the tutoring session. When he opened the door he started to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him.

-Hargrove, tutoring, now. - as you manouvered around him to get to his couch.

After an our he still wasn't getting the topic. After a bit of thinking you smirked evilly, and took out the post it's from your bag. Drawing up the stuff from your notes to each of them, putting one of every piece of clothing you had on.

-For every good answer you get to take one off. - you said.

Surprisingly enough you were down to your panties in minutes. With the right motivation he was a smart guy after all. Then there it was, the hardest equation of the topic. You were kneeling on the couch beside him, finger teasingly on your lip as you cooed.

-Oh what's up Billy boy? Not gonna take my panties off? Maybe i should just dress up and go have at it with Steve then.. i remember him being good with geometry..

He clenched his jaw as he looked you in the eyes. He got hold of the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, other hand slapping and pinching your exposed nipple, before shoving your panties to the side, already gathering sick with his finger, teasing you.

You were a soaked moaning mess in a matter of minutes, just about to reach your high when he stopped. You hit his arm when you realized what is he doing.

He brought up a finger to ever so slightly, lazily run through your soaked folds as he said affectionately.

-If you show me how to solve that, i'll give you what you want doll.. - before leaning back on the couch, showing off a tent that must be painful at this point. You scribbled on the paper, showing him how to solve it. He looked at it, solved another that needed the same formula then smirked at you. You tried to run to the bathroom, but he caught your waist before you even circled the couch, tossing you over his shoulder, hard slap stinging on your ass.

He basically tossed you to his bed and jumped in right after. Kissing your neck, your collarbones..

-How about a little reward? -he asked

-Reward for what? - you whimpered.

-Reward for me for solving that of course. - he smirked into your neck.

-Your reward was taking off my panties. - you said to him, fingers travelling through his hair making him bite your neck softly. Then you heard a click. When you lifted your head to see what it was you heard another. He had handcuffed you to his bed.

-You bastard.. - you said angrily, trying to get out. He got between your knees, gently kissing the side of your knee making your concentrate on him.

He kissed further and further... never really kissing where you wanted him to, but at this point you weren't gonna beg. He kissed your clit, before he showed two fingers inside you making you moan out. He curled them as he knew what exactly was good for you, always hitting spots nobody ever found before. Soon enough you were reaching your high, but he stopped again making you growl and huff in his bed.

-Pretty when you're angry.. - he chuckled at you, caressing your thighs.

-Quit fucking teasing Hargrove. Fuck me already. - you pouted. He leaned above you, kissing you softly, caressing your sides.

-Not gonna beg princess? I could make you cum so many time's you'd want me to stop... too bad.. no begging no cumming.. - he threatened playfully before sucking in one of your nipples as his fingers went back down to tease your pussy. Soon he lined himself up, gathering your slick with his member before slowly pushing into you making you gasp. You were so close, so fucking close. If he's not gonna move, you will, your legs were still free.

-Tsk tsk tsk.. - he snickered after he slapped the insides of your thighs hard. Hard enough so his palms would show. -Stop squeezing me so hard princess.. i'd hate to cum so soon...

-Move, please. - you whispered, nearly crying cause of all the ruined orgasms.

-What i didn't hear you. - he pecked your lips quickly still not moving inside you.

-Fucking move Hargrove.. - you nearly shouted at him and with a chuckle he started to move painfully slow, eyes watching every muscle in your face. When you were getting close again, he slowed down, kissing you passionately again.

-Close again huh? -he asked sweetly.

-Yes, please dont stop. - you whimpered.

-What was that baby?

-Billy, please don't stop, please make me cum.. - you begged. Before your brain could even register it. But he smirked into the next kiss, setting up a punishing pace, making you soak him. He helped ride out your high before he painted your velvety walls with his cum. He slowly pulled out, laying down beside you, looking at your face.

-Can i undo the cuffs, or will you sneak out after i fall asleep?

-Why do you want me to stay? - you did not look at him.

-(Y/n).. doll.. we are friends for some time now. Even if you won't admit it. I know something is wrong, and i want you to know that i'm here if you.. if you need someone to talk to..

-You don't know shit.. - you said still not looking at him, eyes glazed over, few tears already escaping. He wipes them with his thumb, undoing the cuffs before he gathers you in his arms.

Nobody ever held you this close and nobody ever made you feel this safe.

-I know im good, but you don't need to cry about that, you can get it anytime you want.. matter of fact, ready to go in a minute. - he whispered making you chuckle into his chest.

-Asshole. - was the last thing you said before falling asleep in his arms.

Next morning you were sitting on his bed, smoking quietly next to his sleeping form. He was fucking gorgeous you had to give him that. His phone woke him up on time for school. You knew he was free 1st period so he must have planned this, planned to take you this morning. It was heartwarming and terrifying at the same time. When he opened his eyes, he smiled when he found you, back up to the headboard, smoking and reading a book you found, just in his shirt. He rolled you on top of him.

-Good morning. Wanna have a shower? - he asked.

-Yea that would be great, and a shirt too. Can't have me show up in yesterdays one.

You giggled when he climbed in the shower after you, already reaching your your pussy.

-We're gonna be late... - you tried to reason with him.

-No, you're gonna be.. but you're good with history, it will be fine. - he said pushing you up on the wall, sucking, nibbling on your neck as you moaned.

-Be quick. - you whimpered.

He stopped the car at the parking lot, and you both got out. It felt like one of those movies where the two famous kids of school or the power couple walks through the yard, all eyes on them.

You were already at the etrance of the building when you realized that you wear his shirt, obviously everyone could guess it's his, you have a hickey, and he just had an arm around your shoulder all the way here. He slapped you butt, pecked your lips before turning around and joining Steve, Nancy and Eddie not too far. You went to class, while he chatted away before his.

-The fuck was that Hargrove? - asked Nancy.

-Fixing her. - he shrugged, making the guys laugh.

-That was the plan but not with your dick... what's next? She's gonna be a fixation around us?- she said before storming away. Steve srunning after her.

-What is wrong with her? - Billy asked Eddie.

-Steve told her she could be more easy going and sexy like (Y/n).. Now she's sure (Y/n) will take him from her.

-Oh cmon, when did (Y/n) ever look at Steve.. also she's pretty hooked on... - he motioned to his dick, making them both laugh and highfive.

The same day, he saw you walking towards the exit of the schoolyard. And jogged up to you.

-What Hargrove?

-Hello to you too princess. - he mocked you. - was wondering if you'd come with me to Munson's gig this friday?

-Not doing dates Billy..

-Not a date, Harrington and Wheeler will be there too.

-Oh so a double date where I get to listen to Nancy Wheeler bitch about me trying to steal his bad excuse of a man boyfriend Steve? No thanks. - you started to walk away.

-Oh cmon it will be fun, maybe we get them to break up. - he joked.

-Fine, but no lovely dovey shit, ya hear me? - you pointed a finger at him.

-Okay okay, no lovely dovey shit, can still fuck you in the backstage or the bathroom right? - he asked before kissing you.

-Fuck you Hargrove.

-You love it bitch. - he shouted after you as you walked away showing him your middle finger.

That friday night you entered the club wary. You did not want Nancy to be a bitch to your face too. You wore one of Billy's old, torn metallica shirts as he asked, with black jean shorts, stockings, and boots.

-Hey pretty girl. - Billy whistled as he waved you over to the table. Nancy immediately asking him something among the lines of what the fuck is she doing here? you were sure of it.

-Nancy, Steve.... fucker. - you greeted them all with a small nod before sliding in beside Billy.

-So um.. how was your day (Y/n) ? - Nancy tried to chat.

-Fine. Nothing mayor. Fucked some guy in the library. - you smirked.

-Gosh.. - she whispered rolling her eyes.

-Live a bit Nance, being prude will get you nowhere. - you said as you stood up, took your drink and danced into the middle of the crowd immediately getting the attention of Eddie too.

He smirked at you saying the next song they play will be for you. Ice Queen of Hawkins High.

It's a song about fake friends, heartbreak but you love it, it is your favourite anyway, so you dance, jump, create a circlepit. Billy and Steve doing the same around you somewhere while Nancy watches from the booth.

You roll your eyes and run to her with two tequila shots.

-C'mon princess, we going dancing. - you say as you make her drink one, and hold her hand as you basically drag her to the dance floor over to the boys. For some moments you feel like you have friends, as Nancy wouldn't hate you tomorrow morning again. As Billy wasn't just fucking you, and Steve and Eddie aren't some highschool boys who want to fuck you. It almost seem normal.

After the party Eddie, Nancy and You sit on the pavement while Billy helps Steve vomit behind some bush.

You take the joint from Eddie.

-I get it we aren't gonna be friends Nancy, and i get that you all think i am a whore, but i would never go for someone that's taken. Against the code. I mean.. we were friends back then... you should've known i would never do that to you... - you say before handing the joint to Nancy, standing up and walking away. By the time Steve and Billy got back you were nowhere to be seen. Nancy was crying while Eddie was soothing her.

-What happened here? What did that slut say to her? - Steve asked drunkedly, making Nancy cry ever harder. Billy let go of him immediately.

-Say that again... - he said, hands curled in fists.

Eddie jumped up standing between them.

-Stop it now. She's not a slut.. well maybe she is but like in a positive meaning, and also the only thing she said is that she would never go for someone that's taken, cause she heard how Nancy talked behind her back and like she reminded of of their past or something.. That's it. Now Nancy feels bad.

-Their past? - Billy asked.

-Yes.. our.. our parents were friends... we spent a lot of time at their house over the summers... and then we moved, they moved too, and i never bothered to call.. i.. i abandoned her just like everybody else did...

-What do you mean everybody else?

-Her.. her first boyfriend.. all of her friends.. her mom... now i heard her dad is in a coma in the hospital.. she just.. she never had anyone..

You cried all the way home. This was temporary, this friendly thing is never gonna last. You climb up to your room, sitting in the window to smoke when you hear noises.

-Psst... pstt... (Y/n).. - you hear Billy call for you.

-Not in the mood to fuck Hargrove.. go away..

-Not here to fuck.. we brought beer. - he whisper yelled and when you looked down you saw Billy and Eddie carrying beers, Steve nodding, while Nancy waves at you with a small smile.

-Don't need charity. - you say before putting out your cigarette and closing the window..

You skipped the last week of school, nobody knew where you were until on friday the principal himself entered the class, the only class you had with Billy, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie.

-I am sorry to inform the class that your classmate (Y/n), has lost his father last sunday, hence why she has not come this week, and will not be attending her classes until after the funeral. If you have any questions you may come see me in my office.

They all looked at eachother in shock.

When Billy knocked on your door that afternoon, he only heard the loud music. You probably didn't hear the knock, but the door wasn't locked so he walked in, only to find you laying in the middle of the living room on the floor, picture frames, glass, wine bottles shattered all around you, probably under you as well. You look barely alive. You definetely drank your bodyweight multiple times over the last week, the panties and top you wore was stained with drinks and blood. You were nearly unconscious. He gathered you in his arms, and brought you to the bathroom to clean you up.

-Jesus baby, why didn't you call..

-Har...har.hargrovvvve.... - you slurred pointing and smiling at him.. - you are one .... one handsome fucker ya know that? - you said as he looked you over with worry, searching for cuts, selfharm and shit...

-You hate me too don't ya? you all do.. i know. it's okay though... that why i never date, never make friends...

-We don't hate you (y/n), we're worried.. let us help.

-What, so you can get good point with the city? help the poor orphan bury her father, cook her shit, adopt her? no thanks.. i don't need your pity.

-It's not fucking pity. We are your friends, you are important to us. We love you... i... i love you. - he practically yelled with you,

-Yea.. sure.. - you chuckled to yourself.

-Listen this is not the day to talk about this. Let's get you cleaned up and to bed. I'll bring some food too. -he said.

And that was what he did. He called Nancy and Steve and Eddie over, they helped clean and cook and by the time you woke up, they were in the living room watching a movie. Billy looked at you as you entered, the rest too lost in the movie. He motioned you to go and curle to his side, which you hesitantly but did. This felt so domestic, so right. Billy kissed the top of your head as you all watched the movie.

Then the next few weeks were spent like this. Together. Someone was always with you. Then the funeral came, and they were there with you. All the fucking way.

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Half a year later your birthday was coming up, and they thought a way to spend it. Steve and Billy was smoking out on the porch, as Nancy and you raided your closet for something to wear. Corroded coffin specially for you, in your living room.

-So, did you talk since then? - Steve asked Billy.

-No, i.. i don't think she remembers that i said it. We are friends, kind of best friends, and we fuck.. man she's the best fuck of my fucking life. I.. yea.. - he smiled as he scratched the back of his neck.

-Maybe today's the day huh? - Steve winked at him.

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-Jesus Nance, am i fucking nun? - you laughed at the piece of clothing she showed you. Then she found it. A small, silk dress with a slit on ine side, emerald green, thin spaghetti straps. Perfect. Fisnets to go with it, and of course the boots.

-Billy's gonna lose his shit when he sees you. - she giggled.

-He's not gonna do shit. We're friends.. - you said as you applied a dark wine red lipstick.

-Yea.. sure.. friends.. do you not remember the... - you turned around waiting for her to finish, but she never did.

-Do i not remember what? - you said walking up to her.

-I.. i shouldn't have said anything.. forget it.. yea it was silly, you're just friends...

-Cut the shit Nance, you already started, finish it. - you shouted. The guys heard it, and ran up the stairs. Maybe it's another panic attack..

-Okay.. i .. it really shouldn't be me to say this.. but.. when Billy found you.. and cleaned your cuts and shit.. he.. he said he loved you, and you were so fucking drunk you didn't fucking remembered... - she said guiltily as the door opened behind her. shit she muttered knowing he fucked up.

-Is it true? - you asked of Billy with tears in your eyes. - I ASKED IS IT TRUE? - you yelled when he didn't answer.

-Yes it's true. - he said finally. You looked to the side, tears streaming down your face. Before anybody could say anything the door opened signaling that the band and some other people arrived to the party. You wiped off your tears and went down to greet them.

You drank a few shots, and by the time the band was on you were drunk out of your mind. Billy sulked out on the porch. After the concert some other music blasted, you all were dancing around, you particulary with Eddie. And waaaay to close. He thoght it was just you being drunk.

-You're a handsome guy Eds... I always loved your hair. - you slurred.

-Thanks hun, i really wish it was like Bi... - before he could finish his sentence you kissed him. Suddenly he was ripped from you, as Steve tried to get between him and Billy. You have never seen Billy so angry.

-What the fuck Munson?

-I did nothing for fuck sake, she kissed me.. - he held up his hands in surrender. Billy looked at you.

-I'm fucking fed up with you being scared of calling things as it is. You think i would play fucking house with my friends? If you would just be my friend, and fuck buddy, i would've gone and fucked everybody else as well. But i didn't.. and i'm fucking done with you being a coward and not saying out loud that you're mine, because you fucking are, and i am fucking yours for some time now... and i think you fucking know that... - he said, making you cry again. You ran out and locked yourself in your father's shed. Soon there was a knock.

-Princess.. i am sorry for yelling.. talk? - he asked softly. You opened the door, looking at him with tear stricken face, and smoking a cigarette. Expecting him to talk.

-Look, i do really love you. I know i was a douche, and we were just fuck buddies, but.. it grew into something more. Something that just feels right. I would not be anywhere else. Even now. Nothing has to change, i mean, we would still do the things we did until now, movies and shit, we would still fuck like bunnies.. but.. i .. i would like you to be my girlfriend. - he said stepping closer. You didn't say anything, just gave him a small nod, before jumping on him, legs around his waist as you tried to free his dick with one hand.

-You look fucking amazing by the way... - he said between kisses.

-Shut up and make me cum.. - you said biting his neck, earning a smirk as he pistoned into you mercilessly in the shed.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #steve

[loving-barnes]

Vendetta 2 - Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: Smut, angst (minors dni, only 18+)

Author’s note: Welcome to season two. I hope you will like it. Please, leave a comment. I want to know what you think.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Word count: 3100+

Vendetta 2 Masterlist | Main Masterlist 

Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Let’s make some noise for the birthday girl!

The crowd started to scream and whistle as they waved at Y/N from the dance floor. The DJ was playing all of her favourite songs, as requested. There was champagne and confetti as well as all the people she loved and cared about. All she wanted was for them to have a good time.

She was sitting in a sparkling slutty silver dress in the VIP section with the perfect view of the entire club. Yelena was smoking a second joint of the night with Sam. Y/N noticed the two of them got closer over time, but she didn’t question that or teased her about it. Maybe they were just fucking and that was it.

Warm lips pressed against her neck and she purred like a cat. “I love that sound,” Bucky said to her ear as he pressed another kiss right under her earlobe. “I want you to purr for me, pretty girl.”

She giggled and turned her head to him, smiling. “Only you can make me purr like this,” she winked at him and pressed her crimson-red lips onto his in a deep kiss.

“Let’s dance,” Yelena shouted suddenly and jumped on her feet. “I love this song, come on, Y/N,” she reached for her hand and pulled her up, making Bucky growl. “Oh, hush, she’ll be yours in a few minutes. Relax, Wolfie.”

Y/N laughed at that. Before Yelena could take her to the dance floor, she leaned forward to Bucky. She put a bright smile on her face and suddenly pulled down the front of the dress and flashed him. Her breasts were right in front of his face. “Fuck,” he bit his lower lip. He wanted to put them into his mouth.

“These are all yours later tonight, but now, I want to be with my girl,” and she fixed the fabric, covering herself up. The way he was looking at her made her laugh. She even had to close his mouth because something would fly right into it.

As both women walked away from the VIP zone, Steve returned with another bottle of champagne and poured all the glasses full. “What did I miss?” he asked when he saw Bucky’s fucked face.

“I have the best wife,” Bucky commented and took the glass, drinking the liquid in one go. “I have the best wife with the perfect set of boobs.”

Steve raised a brow, confused. “Okay,” he said and sat down next to his best friend. “I don’t get it but fine.”

“She just flashed me,” Bucky laughed and wiped the corner of his mouth. He could feel a drop of saliva there. “Damn, I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

His eyes were locked on Y/N’s dancing body. Both Yelena and she were enjoying the music, singing and dancing their troubles away – no wonder. The last few months were difficult for everyone. Three warehouses, which belonged to Foxes, exploded and no one knew who was behind them.

Bucky took out a cigarette and lit it up. He relaxed on the couch and kept his eyes on his woman – the perfect woman on the entire planet. He had to admit, the way she was dancing with Yelena, made his pants too tight. They were touching and rubbing against one another making his dick twitch. He wasn’t jealous. It was hot.

His eyes lingered on her body as he kept checking out every move she made. Her hips were swaying, her breasts were bouncing and she kept touching her body. The colours reflected on her dress. She was like a dream – a wet one.

That was until he noticed two men approaching them. Under any other circumstances, Y/N would already punch them or put a knife under their necks. To his surprise, she hugged the blond, muscular one with a wide smile and then the man next to him. He had longish black hair and wore a dark green suit.

Suddenly, the group was coming to the VIP section. Steve looked at his boss, trying to find some answers. As he found out, Bucky knew nothing about them.

“Hey,” Y/N waved at Bucky and his men. “Look who came to visit New York on my birthday,” she pointed at the two men. “These are the Odinsons from the Asgardian clan. They rule the whole west coast.”

Bucky stood up with a stern face and shook hands with both of them. “Of course, Thor and Loki,” he said their names with a deeper voice. I’ve heard about you. Impressive work, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Thor smiled and took a seat at the end of the couch. “I can say the same about you. Your father was a legend but you will beat him soon.”

Y/N took a seat next to Bucky and crossed her legs. Immediately, Bucky’s hand was on top of her thigh, holding it firmly. He had to send them a message that she was his. Yelena took a seat by her best friend and Sam, pouring everyone drinks.

“Cheers to the birthday girl,” Sam shouted as he raised the glass and everyone followed.

“Y/N,” Loki said her name and pointed at the glass she was holding. “Come on, that is not how we drink together,” and he pulled out a lighter, lighting up his shot.

She laughed and let him light her drink. “You are right. Cheers, Loki,” they clank their glasses and drank the fire-y liquid in one go.” Sam whistled, Yelena clapped her hands and Bucky was not impressed at all.

In the past, she mentioned something about them. She knew them and had a fine relationship with them. But the way Loki was staring at her, made Bucky want to throw a punch into his pale face. He knew hungry eyes when he saw one.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asked them.

“Business and vacation,” Thor answered.

“What kind of business?” Bucky had to ask.

“We have a guy here who own us a lot of money,” Loki explained. “And because he doesn’t want to pay, we are here for his wife – you know, to give him a push to do something about it before she loses all of her beautiful fingers.”

Yelena’s body violently shivered. “I always said you two are twisted – especially you, Loki.”

“Guilty,” he laughed at it. “And while we take our time with this person, we will enjoy New York.”

“And because it is your birthday,” Thor pointed at Y/N, “we wanted to see you.”

The conversation was interrupted by a waiter holding a big chocolate cake with many candles and singing Happy Birthday to Y/N. The whole club chanted together, and even the music stopped. The cake was put on the table, right in the middle of it. Happy Birthday Y/N was written with white chocolate and it was surrounded by candles. It was adorable.

The whistling and shouting started again once the singing was over and she blow off the candles. People kept clapping their hands for her. Yelena pulled Y/N into a tight hug and give her kisses all over her face. Then, it was Bucky’s turn to kiss her – and he did, passionately for everyone to see. He pulled her onto his lap and smacked his lips against hers. His tongue kept battling with hers, tasting every corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” he said when their lips disconnected. “Happy birthday my beautiful girl.”

. . .

She was clutching the sheets tightly in her hands. Her mouth was wide open as moans of pleasure kept escaping her throat. Bucky was between her legs, licking and nibbling on her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs just to keep her down and enjoy the feast.

“James, fuck,” she called his name. “I’m going to cum. Please, please, keep going.”

He listened to her plea, working even harder to bring her to her peak. He found a perfect spot on her clit that made her go feral. He focused on that particular spot, sucking until he could hear her cry. Y/N’s body was shaking from the orgasm. One of her hands found his hair and tugged on it.

“Fuck, yes,” she kept breathing loudly. “Holy shit, that was so good.”

“You taste so good, baby,” he kissed her navel and pulled himself up so he could reach her lips. When he started to kiss her, something awakened inside her and she kept grinding against his hard length that was pressed between her legs. “Does my princess need more?” he asked and moved to her neck where he left a fresh hickey. “I believe I wore you out pretty good after we came home from the party.”

“I think I need more,” she whined. “I want your cock again, Bucky.”

“Such a dirty, horny little girl,” he smiled at her.

As he was about to bury himself deep inside her wet pussy, the knocking on the bedroom door interrupted them. “Boss?” it was Barton. “We have a situation.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “I am in a middle of a situation so fuck off.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important,” Clint sighed. “Y/N, the meth lab you had on the east border, was destroyed this morning.”

“What?!” she almost jumped out of the bed, ready to get out of the room naked. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was,” said Clint. “Nick Fury is also looking for you. He’s fed up with the mess that’s been happening. He needs to talk to you.”

The news sucked. They both had to get up and start working whether they liked it or not. “Such a cockblocker,” said Bucky, annoyed by the whole situation. “I was about to fuck you real good, baby. I wanted to fill you up and watch as it leaks from your hole.”

“I know,” she stroked his cheek lovingly. “Unfortunately, I have another emergency and I honestly don’t know what I’m about to do. That meth lab was such a good business. The money was beautiful.”

She went into the walk-in wardrobe and took out clothes for both of them – something casual and comfortable. While she was dressing up, Bucky kept eyeing her, enjoying the view. “I love when I undress you, but this is also sexy,” he chuckled.

“Enjoy the view while you can,” she said with a smirk on her face.

As if the morning couldn’t get any more hectic, Y/N’s phone started to ring. When she looked at the name, she smacked her forehead with her hand. “Oh, no,” she sighed and picked up the phone. “Darcy, I am so sorry, I totally forgot,” she apologized.

Darcy was an architect and an interior designer. She was working on the reconstruction of Y/N’s home for some months. The last person that worked on the project sucked and Y/N managed to find someone with good taste.

Darcy: That’s all right, Miss Fox. I want you to come down to the house for the check-up before we move further with the reconstruction.

“Can you please hold on the line? I’ll be right back,” and she muted the call. Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s. “I already hate this day. What more can happen today? I totally forgot.”

“Hey,” he approached her and stroked her shoulders reassuringly. “If you want, I can drive to the house and meet with Darcy,” he offered. “I think, you need to see Fury as soon as possible and deal with that. He can be a son of a bitch if people are not following his requests.”

She smiled at him. “You would do that for me?” she tilted her head, looking at him like a puppy. “You’d go to the house and deal with Darcy?”

“Of course, anything for you, doll,” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “Once I’m done at the house, I’ll call you and we can meet later… finish what we started,” he winked at her.

With a quick peck on his lips, she went back to the phone call. “Darcy, we’ll be there in an hour, if that’s all right.”

Darcy: All right, I will see you in an hour.

Once they finished dressing up and cleaned their teeth in the bathroom, they ran into the kitchen where they were met with sleeping Yelena. She was thrown on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, snoring.

“Lenka,” Bucky patted her shoulder. “Wake up, Lenka.”

She almost fell off the barstool when she discovered Barnes standing above her. “Holy shit, what time is it?” she rubbed her eyes and face.

“It’s almost lunchtime and we have a big problem,” Y/N grabbed Yelena’s coffee and drank half of it. It was already cold.

“The only problem I have is that you have taken my coffee,” the blonde frowned at her boss and yanked the cup from her hands. “What a night,” she mumbled under her nose.

“Woman, wake up,” Y/N nudged her shoulder. “The meth lab is gone and I need to talk to Fury.”

“What?” she gasped. “What do you mean it is gone? What happened?”

“Explosion,” said Y/N. “And Fury is fed up. I need you to go with Wade to the lab and check it out – secure the perimeter and try to find anything that would help us solve this mystery,” she reached into the cabinet and took out a clean glass. She poured cold water into it and drank it in one go. Bucky then took the glass and did the same.

“Can I take Scott? I can’t drive. I’m too fucked out,” she sighed and massaged her nape.

“I wanted to take him, but, sure, he’s all yours.”

“Take Clint,” Bucky patted Y/N’s shoulder. “I can drive since I didn’t drink as much as you did. You were the birthday girl after all,” he kissed her cheek. “Once I’m at your house, I’ll call you if anything.”

When they said their goodbyes, Clint drove Y/N to see Fury, Yelena and Scott went to the destroyed meth lab and Bucky drove to Y/N’s house which was under reconstruction.

The ride to Y/N’s house took some time due to heavy traffic. Bucky kept checking his watch, annoyed that drivers kept honking at each other as someone in the very front kept them waiting. He was listening to the radio, humming the tunes of the song that was on.

Here and there, his phone would light up and before he could notice the notification, his eyes locked on the picture where his beloved girlfriend, well, wife, was. A smile appeared on his lips. Somehow, he still couldn’t believe that things were working out between them. He was madly in love and his men could tell.

There was a simple text from Y/N: Lunch with everyone back in the apartment? How about Chinese take-out? <3

She knew him well. They both loved Chinese food and truth be told, he was craving some. The convoy of cars started to move. Quickly, he sent her a red heart and locked the phone. His ride could continue again.

As he was approaching her house, he felt some sort of heaviness inside his body. He didn’t know why, all of a sudden, this unpleasant feeling came and it got worse once he stepped out of the car. Bucky frowned and turned around. He couldn’t see anyone there – no cars, trucks, or people in general, working there.

He checked his watch. It was two in the afternoon. Was it possible they all were taking a lunch break?

His intuition made him take out the gun and slowly walked to the front door. They were unlocked. Swiftly, he opened the door and pointed the gun inside. Then, when he checked the perimeter and found out no one was present, he lowered the gun a little. And yet, that feeling never went away.

“Miss Lewis?” he called the woman’s name. “Darcy? Are you here?” There was no answer. It seemed that the house was empty.

Again, the feeling never went away.

Bucky took out his phone with his free hand and called Steve. Slowly, step by step, he walked through the hallway. Everything was a mess. The stairs were half done; the entrance to the dining room didn’t exist anymore. The place was covered in dust and smelled like concrete and alcohol.

Steve: What’s up?

“I don’t know,” he replied, still walking around the place carefully. “Something’s not right.”

Steve: Should we come over?

Bucky approached the kitchen. All the counters and equipment were gone and the walls were stripped of their painting. “Yeah. Take Sam and come here as soon as possible. No one is here. Lunch break was over an hour ago.”

Steve: We are on our way. We should be there in twenty-five minutes. Shall I call a backup? I believe some of the boys are closer to you. Maybe even Scott.

That’s when he heard it. The tiny sound that was coming from the walls. His heart started to beat fast and the adrenaline that was already running through his body heightened. “Uh,” he couldn’t muster a word.

Steve: Buck?

He came closer to the nearest wall that divided the kitchen and a newly made pantry. This time, the sound was louder and it was a ticking sound. Once he realized what was happening, the sound accelerated. “Shit!” and he was already on the run. “There’s a bomb! It’s about to-“

It went off. The whole place exploded, throwing him somewhere into the wall and then on the ground. He was too close to the explosion. One by one, the rooms were damaged and under fire. The entire place was covered in smoke and ashes.

In one second everything changed.

When Bucky’s eyes opened slightly, he noticed a tall person in a mask walking away from him. He didn’t know who it was. He wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman. But they were holding something that he couldn’t recognize. What grabbed his attention was a weird sensation coming from the left side of his body. But he didn’t have the energy to turn and look. His body was in shock that he didn’t feel any pain.

Bucky closed his eyes and let it all consume him. Somewhere in the back, he could hear screams coming his way. People would say, that life would flash before their eyes before they die. In his case, the last thing he saw was Y/N’s smiling face.

Chapter two

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkcufkcufckfuckfuckfuckfuc

Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

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[seita]

— mood consequence | m.

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 2.127

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : mean!iwa, daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, degredation, size kink, no prep, clit spanking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, a bit of aftercare.

note : this is my part of the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab!

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+ summary : your boyfriend is in a bad mood and decides to use you as a source of release.

To the untrained eye, Iwaizumi looked unbothered. But after years of dating him, you could tell something was bothering him. His shoulders were tense and he was sitting straight up in his seat with his hands fisted against his thighs. He kept his gaze trained outside, watching the people pass by on the street with his jaw tense and set. The muscles in his face twitched every once in a while as he listened to the conversation floating back and forth over the table.

You made it a point to ignore him and his bad mood. But you weren’t sure if Oikawa, Matsukawa, or Hanamaki even noticed it.

Prior to leaving for dinner, he had come home in a terrible mood. You reminded him that the two of you promised to have dinner with your friends.

“Why couldn’t you have reminded me yesterday?!” he had snapped, tossing his jacket haphazardly onto the bed, leaving you to quickly pick it up and hang it properly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, “I really don’t want to go.”

You told him that there were reservations and that it was Hanamaki’s birthday dinner. He continued to complain the entire time you were getting ready, snapping at you when you were a few minutes late to putting on your shoes -- leaving him waiting by the door until you came running down the stairs mumbling apologies.

The entire drive to the restaurant was tense and uncomfortable, leaving him in an even worse mood and only serving to tick you off.

As you sat down in your chair, pulled out by Matsukawa, you decided to make a point of ignoring your boyfriend as much as you could without ruining the dinner for the others.

A few drinks were down and you found yourself laughing and talking excitedly with Hanamaki who was telling you about some job interviews he had lined up.

Iwaizumi watches out of the corner of his eye as you and his friend have a nice time. Matsukawa and Oikawa are lost in their own conversation, leaving Iwaizumi quietly sitting beside the window. For a moment, you forget about the fact he’s angry and on edge - instead listening to Makki talk about his goals.

You completely miss the dark look in your boyfriend's eye as he downs over half of his beer in one sitting.

The ride back home is just as tense as it was there. His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, jaw still set hard as he stares ahead at the road. You choose to ignore it, gazing out the window at the passing scenery.

He doesn’t let you ignore it for long, however. You step into your apartment, shutting the door while he lingers on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

He bounces on his heels at the cold, free hand shoved into his jeans pockets as he sees you flick on the lights inside. The nicotine does nothing to settle his bad mood.

In fact, the time alone allows him to replay the entire dinner over in his head. From the way you had leaned in to let Makki whisper something in your ear that, for some reason, had you near tears from laughing to the seemingly innocent hand that rested on the pink haired man’s shoulder as you spoke to him. Logically, he knew that you knew nothing by it -- you weren’t attracted to Hanamaki. However, the already bad mood that festered for far too long threw all logical reasoning out the window and he settled on punishing his little brat.

You hear the apartment door open and close, followed by his huffing and muttering as he kicks his shoes off and hangs his coat up properly before making his way to the bedroom.

You hummed innocently, slipping a soft, worn t-shirt of his over your head. you quickly caught him standing in the doorway and you gave him a little smile.

“Are you ready for bed?” you ask, frowning when he didn't respond.

Instead, he worked on stripping himself of his jeans and button-down. His back was to you and he could see the way you watched him in the mirror, eyeing the flex of the muscles in his back as he moved.

“You seemed awfully close with Hanamaki tonight,” he muttered, internally cringing at the words.

You immediately met his gaze in the glass, frowning. The confusion and innocence in your gaze was genuine but it still ticked him off. It wasn't your fault that he was in a rotten mood and looking for a fight.

“Well, I mean,” you shrug, keeping your voice calm in hopes of settling him down, “We’re all friends. It was his birthday, should I have ignored him all evening?”

You giggle, the teasing lilt in your tone finally breaking him. He spun around, taking two long strides towards you before his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The fiery behind his gaze had your own body heating up and you immediately knew that it was going to be a long night.

“I want you naked with your legs open for me,” he hissed, “right now.”

You nodded, quickly yanking your shirt over your head, flushing as you felt the heated gaze on your breasts. You let yourself fall back on the bed, hooking your thumbs into the band of your panties to push them off of your thighs.

As soon as you were naked, you let your legs fall open. He hums, staring at your folds before licking his lips.

You really were so pretty. So soft looking. Already your little cunt was getting wet for him, your folds parting to give him a teasing glimpse of the sensitive little clit and pretty hole he loved to torment.

“Open yourself for me, show me that slutty cunt,” he orders, grinning when you immediately do as you're told.

You lift your thighs, knees pressed to your chest so you could reach beneath them and part your folds with two fingers. Being exposed under his intense gaze had you trembling, but he could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing, drooling slick.

“I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were here with me right now…” he crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees between your spread legs, “spread out like this for me, looking like a little whore. Hm? Do you think he’d like that?”

You whine, watching as he tugs the band of his boxers down to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, making his body shudder at the feeling. The veins in his arm and hand bulge as he wraps his fist around his cock, languidly stroking himself to the sight of you holding your cunt open for him.

“D-Don’t want to think about him, Daddy,” you whisper, biting your lip, “Only want you.”

He groans at the way the name slides off of your tongue, so sweet and pretty. Your words have him grinning, pride and possessiveness intermingling to drive him forward. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you gasp at the feeling.

“Is that so?” he asks, teasing. His gaze is glued to your pussy, watching as he drags the head of his cock through your folds - from your entrance up to your clit.

“Oh, Daddy…” you coo, growing lax against the bed as he plays with the little bud like that - stroking it back and forth with the smooth skin of his cock.

“You're so wet, do you hear that?” he asks, humming when he prods your entrance again just to hear the lewd, slick sounds.

“'S all for you, Daddy,” you pant, biting your lip.

He nods, “That’s right, baby. But,” he sighs and begins to prod the little hole, slowly pushing inside.

Your eyes grow wide and you squeal, “Wait! Daddy! ‘S too big!”

He grins, watching your eyes grow glassy with unshed tears at the burning pain of being stretched by a nice, far cock with no prep.

“You pissed me off, baby,” he sighs, “And only good girls get prepped, you know?”

You whine, shuddering as you nod, “‘M sorry, Daddy. But I’m all y-yours. Don’t want Makki.”

He growls, rolling his hips forward to suddenly sink the entirety of his length inside you. You sob, back arching as you reach out and press your hands against his stomach - hoping to keep him from prodding painfully at your cervix.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m stuffing your little whore cunt nice and full,” he spits, making you whine out soft apologies.

He thinks you're so cute like this. So submissive, doing anything to make your Daddy happy - even letting him stretch your cunt past its limit. Still, he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he sits still, feeling your walls flutter as you slowly adjust.

His thumb finds its way to your clit and you whine, eyes rolling back as he circles the bud. Your thighs tremble and twitch at the feeling, body slowly relaxing against the bed - letting him know you're okay to take him.

He knows you'll say that little word if it's too much - he trusts you to tell him if you can't do it anymore. So he starts with a rough pace, harshly slamming his hips into yours - pummeling your cervix and making your body lock up in pain but the way he drags against your g-spot has you creaming beautifully.

There's a white ring at the base of his cock, a mess being made from the way your boyfriend expertly works your cunt. It leaves his cock throbbing painfully against your walls.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, feeling the way you squeeze around him, crying out and sobbing his name.

“Yes, Daddy, please make me cum!” you immediately beg, eyes glossy and teary as you stare up at him.

“Tell Daddy what you need then,” he says, eyeing the way your breasts bounce. He can't resist reaching up to palm one, squeezing the soft flesh in his hand.

“M-My clit, Daddy, please!” you cry, grinding your hips down in fruitless frustration to get what you want.

“This?” he softly brushes the pad of his thumb over the hard, swollen little bud between your folds, “What about it? Want Daddy to spank it?”

Before you answer, he lays a mean little slap against the bud and you sob, the tears finally falling down your cheeks, “Daddy! Please t-touch my clit, make me cum!”

“Aw,” he coos, “Such a polite little girl.”

He takes mercy on you, rolling his thumb over the bud. A quick few circles has you going still. He watches with a lidded gaze, your body going lax while your thighs tremble erratically. Your mouth is open, chest heaving with the breathless little gasps you let out.

After a moment, and a few well-aimed thrusts of his cock, you seem to flicker back to life. Your back arches off of the bed and you squeal, legs kicking as pleasure floods through you.

He’s cruel, almost sadistic, in the way he forces you to ride out the orgasm. He doesn't slow or take his thumb off of your clit, sending you ever higher into euphoria.

You squirt, gushing cum all over his abs and thighs - soaking his cock as you squeal and cry out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Ah, pl-please! Please! Daddy!” he can listen to you scream for him all day but eventually, the messy, slick sounds of him stuffing your cunt and the deadly hold your cunt has on his cock has him cumming.

His hips stutter before he sinks completely inside, prodding your cervix and making you cry even harder before he releases - pumping his load as deep as he possibly can.

You’re still trembling and crying as everything comes to a slow end and he sighs, scooping you up into his arms to cradle you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, letting out all the intense emotions that overflowed at the end.

“Shh, my good girl,” he coos, “Daddy is so proud of you, took it so well.”

“I-I don't like Makki, you know that right, Daddy?” you ask, sniffling without bringing your head from the safety of his chest.

He nods and kisses the top of your head, “I know, Daddy is sorry, he was just in a bad mood.”

You’re quiet for a second before asking, “Do you feel better now?”

He can’t help but smile, hugging you tight as he assures you that you made it all better, loving the way you brighten up and beam happily at the admission.

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For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

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im so obsessed w dads friend bo this got out of hand and is way too long lmao 🥴 thank u @slasherrabbitmadness for letting me dabble w dilf bo 😭🖤🙏🏻

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It was the first time you’d visited the shitty little bar in the town where your dad lived, some back end swamp that gave you chills and you were both wondered and disgusted how people could live with so much heat and humidity. You’d been home on summer break from college, staying with your father rather than your mother and while you loved him more than anything, the mosquitoes and constant sweat on your brow was beginning to make you regret your stay.

That was until you found yourself at the only bar in your father’s town, dark and dusty and full of mean looking strangers and you’re sure you’re in a movie. The bartender does’t check your ID when you order yourself a vodka cranberry, but he tilts his head and stares at you long and hard enough that you blush. You’re tucked into the corner of the bar, silently watching its inhabitants while you drank iced vodka over iced vodka - your phone had no service here.

You’re three drinks deep when you buy a pack of cigarettes from the bartender and when you fish your wallet out to pay the rest of your tab to leave, there’s a smooth voice at your side and you give the speaker weary eyes - until you see him, that is. Taller than you, and clearly muscular under his clothes. He’s got a thick neck and a strong jaw and a dirty baseball cap over dark curls - his fingers are dark and covered in what you assume to be old, built up engine grease. A mechanic. He’s got a brow raised at you and you blink up dumbly at him, face heating.

“What?”

The older man’s lips curl into a grin that’s all teeth and your heart skips a beat as he dips down ever so slightly, just right into your personal space.

“Real loud in here, huh? Sorry, was askin if you’d mind if I bum one - left my wallet back in the truck.” He motions over his shoulder and you see his truck outside before giving a nod, offering the tall stranger the pack of cigarettes. His toothy grin shrinks into a side smile and you feel your knees go weak - his deft fingers quickly pack the cartridge before opening the plastic and tossing the garbage onto the bar. He takes a cigarette from your pack and lights it with a match from his pocket before offering it to you - you take it with a slow blink and watch as he lights his own before sliding you back the pack.

“Bo Sinclair. Mechanic for a couple towns over - I own a specialty shop so i’m here pretty often.” He’s got a thick southern drawl that makes your stomach clench and you have to tell yourself to breathe - why the fuck were you going nuts over some backwoods hillbilly? You blamed the vodka, though you knew that it wasn’t the case. Instead, you squeeze your legs together to quench the throb of your clit while you smoke. You offer your name quietly and he repeats it with a satisfied hum before motioning the bartender over. “Double whatever she was havin, and give me a couple of whiskeys too.” The bartender is friendlier with him - /BO/ - than he was with you and your drinks are served promptly and when you take the shot glass and the cool vodka cranberry, you glance up at Bo with drawn brows. “Owner and I know each other. My brother does some work for him now and then.” He finishes his sentence with a wink before tapping his shot glass against yours, urging you in.

It’s a few hours later when you’re thoroughly buzzed and gone through over a pack of cigarettes and your eyes are red and puffy from the weed offered to you and Bo just outside the bar that you find yourself giggling along side of the main road in town, fingers laced loosely with Bo’s as he lets out soft chuckles behind you, eyes dark as he takes in your form. You had every intention of leading Bo back to anywhere you could and fucking the brains out of him, but hesitated when you thought of your father’s small home.

“Hey. Wait. This is, uh. Weird.” Your voice is breathy and you have to stop to laugh, but then you steady yourself as Bo comes close to you, dropping his forehead down against yours and pushing you gently into the shadows of the buildings along the street. You swallow and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and he’s there, hand instantly wrapped around you and lifting you and you’re being pressed against some sort of brick wall with Bo’s hands at your ass. He kisses you harshly and you moan against him, all teeth and tongue while your fingers wrap into the dark curls of his hair and Bo grinds up against you, already hard behind his pants. “Can’t, uh. Go back to mine. My house. It ain’t mine. My uh, my dad is there.” You’re breathy against him as he sucks harsh bruises into your neck and collar while you pant and whine against him. He bites down and you let out a cry, Bo’s hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He sucks in a harsh bruise that you’d have no possibility of hiding and you wonder for a moment if he was a high schooler in a man’s body because who else would leave this many hickies?

He lets you down after a long while and pulls you from the wall and Bo ducks for a moment and you only have a second to catch your breath before he’s lifting you and you’re slung over his shoulder, hands at his ass with your ass at the side of his face. He presses a harsh, bruising nip against your thigh that you’re sure would bruised and you’re being carried away through the dark streets. There’s a noise and Bo grunts and you’re being gently slung into the passenger seat of his truck, old leather still hot from the day earlier.

Bo slides into the seat next to you and while he’s sitting, you can see how hard and thick he is behind his jeans. He shifts his truck into gear and you jump and bounce and you’re on your belly against the bar seat of the truck, face against the rough fabric of Bo’s pants while you whine and groan around him, soaking the front of his pants as much as you could. He’s got a hand in your hair and he occasionally lifts it to shift gears - the ride is smooth and you can feel his eyes on the back of your head and you pant against his fabric hidden cock. You weren’t sure where you were going and the thought crosses your mind that you were totally about to be brutally murdered somewhere and when Bo’s hand tightens in your hair, you groan around him as your clit throbs between your legs and then you don’t care where you’re going, as long as Bo fucks you.

The drive feels like forever but it couldn’t be more than 15 minutes and suddenly the truck stops and Bo pulls you up for a harsh kiss before shoving you back to your side of the truck - you’re out of the door and Bo is at your side in seconds, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you up into his house. It’s big, two story, and there are multiple vehicles outside which leads you to believe that there are others than Bo staying at the house. You wonder briefly if he’s married with children and a sinful shiver runs down your spine. There’s no lock on the door and you follow Bo in quietly. The house is dark and you trip over the edge of a carpet, but Bo is there and he leads you upstairs with his fingers tight around your wrist.

As soon as his bedroom door is closed behind you, Bo’s attitude changes. He’s slower, calmer, a cheshire grin across his face. You’re panting, clit throbbing between your legs, limbs trembling as you sink to the floor and drop to your knees, staring up at Bo. “Wanna suck your cock. Please.” Your voice is low and Bo’s grin only widens at your words - he’s quick with his jeans, popping the button and flicking down his fly to shimmy them down his legs. He’s thick behind his underwear and you watch him rub over himself with dark eyes staring down at you, panting against the warm bedroom air. You reach up and tug Bo’s underwear down his thighs, letting out a slutty little moan as his cock comes free - he’s thick, thicker than anything you’ve had before, and he’s got enough length that you have to use two hands to jerk him off. Bo hisses above you as you press sloppy wet kisses along his shaft, lubing him up while you tug and massage at his balls with one hand, the other balled into a fist at your lap.

He doesn’t give you long to get used to him, not before he’s got his hands at the sides of your head with his own slammed back behind him into the door, hips tilted forward as he fucks your throat. You’re doing what you can to take it, both hands at his thighs while you choke and gag around him, drool and spit and pre puddling under the two of you. He’s fucking loud above you, airy chuckles and panting your name and you’re so surprised that he’s so expressive and it only turns you on, humming around Bo as he assaults your throat. That makes him stutter and you can see his thighs clench around you and his fingers tighten painfully in your hair as he chokes. He stays like this for only a few seconds before yanking your head back with a growl. You pop off of him as you choke, coughing painfully and spitting against his carpet. You’re given only a moment before Bo’s hands are under your arms and he’s lifting you like you’re a fucking child - you’re tossed back onto his bed and he lifts his hand to circle his finger, indicating for you to flip. You comply immediately, hands under you to open your own pants and you’re shimmying out of them when Bo is there behind you, face pressed into the ass of your underwear as he licks and nips at you from beneath the fabric. You whine and push back against him, using the leverage to get your knees under you and you find yourself face down in a stranger’s pillows that smelled like way too much Old Spice and there was so much warmth between your legs that you thought you might drown and die.

Bo’s fingers are there along with his tongue and he works your wet cunt open from behind, humming against you as you moan and writhe and pant into his bed, a hand behind you in his hair while the other grips the blankets desperately for something, anything. The thick fingers inside of you speed up and you press back against him and he sucks and licks at your clit and you cum harder than you remember ever having in your life, knees shaking as Bo fucks you through it, lapping your orgasm soaking around his fingers. He doesn’t break, only shifts his hand so he can slip a third finger inside of you and you stretch around him, delirious with sex as you push back against him with your sluttiest of moans. You can hear him behind you, panting and letting out small whispers of ‘fuck’ and ‘god damn’ and then suddenly it’s not enough as you clench and whine hard at Bo, shaming your hips and ass, inviting, begging him to fuck you.

He pulls back and is gone for a moment and you try to catch your breath, repositioning yourself on your knees with your ass up and hips spread, how you to like to be fucked deep and harsh. You hear plastic and he’s putting on a condom thankfully, though with this much heat in your belly it was hard to care if he had one or not.

“Look at you, just beggin for it. Fancy little city slut desperate to get fucked in my bed.” Bo’s tone is harsh and you moan loud at his words, his accent thicker in his lust and when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, you let out a small yelp in surprise. You’re expecting Bo to plunge into you, to be taken brutal and harsh but the head of his cock is at your cunt and you hold your breath as he slowly, slowly sinks in. He’s fucking thick and you gasp at the burn and stretch, eyes wide against the bed. He feels like he could split you in two on his cock alone and you press back into him suddenly, fulling seating yourself against his hips with his thick length buried deep in your pussy, deep enough to feel his throbbing head against your cervix. You moan, low and long around Bo and he picks up his pace then, drawing back with his cock nearly spilling out of you and then he’s back with a sharp snap of his hips - you cry out at the second assault in your belly and then he sets his rhythm, rolling his hips to snap harshly into you and pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust.

You don’t know how long you’re bent over and fucked like this, Bo groaning and brutal behind you, hips already marked with countless bruises in the shape of his fingers and you’re so sweaty, a pool under you where Bo fucks into you and you leak around him. You’re sobbing into his sheets, bouncing your hips back to meet him with each thrust and Bo gets louder as he spanks you harshly - on his fourth slap, he grabs your cheeks in a hard knead before picking up his pace, bucking into you and chasing his own pleasure, using your cunt like a fleshlight as he chases his own pleasure with your body. Onetwothree pumps and he pulls out of you with a slick sound and your knees collapse under you, a cry passed your lips from the sudden loss of contact and then Bo’s fingers are under your shoulder and you’re being flipped. You obediently sit up on your elbows and open your mouth with your tongue out, eyes locked on Bo’s and he yanks off the condom just in time to finish against your face - thick, warm ropes of cum that splash into your mouth, over your lips, across your neck and into your hair. You moan and lick him cum from your lips, hiding the wince at his bitter taste.

Bo falls asleep quickly afterwards, snoring and with an arm slung over your back. You lie awake and watch him in awe - he’s the first older man you’d ever slept with, and he fucked you better than boys your age did. You sigh and crawl out from under him, pulling your pants back up. The walk back to town and to your own car is long, a good hour, and you’re so sore when you get back to the bar that you slump against your car for a moment before settling in. You flip down your mirror and take a look at yourself and blush at the dark teeth marks and bruises littering high on your neck and down your collar. There’s no chance you’d be able to cover them and you sigh to your fate of having to explain to your father why you have hickies in your 20s.

The next morning you’re sore in places you didn’t know you could be sore - you rubbed your clit in the shower and came to the thought of an old hillbilly who probably wasn’t even that cute, you were only wearing beer goggles. Your dad doesn’t say anything about the bruises on your neck, but you see him shake his head out of the corner of your eyes. You’re red in embarrassment throughout the morning and when your dad suggests you get out of town rather than staying cooped up in the house, you gladly take his keys and drive the two of you to town, old truck chugging along. Your father didn’t like your car, said it was too small and hard for him to get in and out of, so you learned stick so you could drive him comfortably in his own truck.

The two of you eat at a diner that serves you greasy biscuits and gravy but their coffee is halfway decent so you sit with your father and enjoy a companionable silence. It’s broken by a loud, familiar voice and you furrow your brow as it comes closer and then he’s speaking your father’s name and his voice lights up as he stands.

“Well, Bo god damned Sinclair! I thought that was you, what other bastard is crazy enough to go muckin about dressed like that?” Your father’s voice is all smiles and he pulls Bo into a hug - he was dressed in all black as it he were coming from a funeral. “Hey, sorry, ain’t meanin to be rude. This here’s my daughter, come home from college for the summer.” You close your eyes and sigh through your nose because you’re surely in some kind of shitty romcom. Bo looks down at you and blinks, eyes widening only momentarily before his lips curl into the same cheshire grin he had when you fucked him. “Well how about that.” Bo reaches down and you shake his hand, his fingers squeezing yours tightly, and you see his eyes raking over your body, over his bruises and teeth marks left on your neck and collar and shoulders.

Your dad invites Bo to sit and he does so, eyes locked on yours with this big shit eating grin. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and when you come back, Bo’s made himself comfortable at your table with his own cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes. You wipe the sweat from your hands on your pants and return to the table and the mess you’d gotten yourself into.

#WHew #this is so long im so sorry #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #afab reader #dads friend bo

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Looking For A Place to Happen 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats, drunkenness, some content not warned.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: The second last chapter of Sam for y’all! 

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 6: Making stops along the way

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You laid on your side and hugged the covers as the bed shifted beside you. Sweaty, sore, exhausted, and the sun was only just dimming beyond the window. Sam’s broad back tensed as he sat up and stretched his arms above him. You could still feel him inside you, not that any reprise lasted long.

He said nothing as you heard the knock again. You barely noticed before but the pounding got louder as Sam pulled on grey jogging pants and chuckled. You groaned and hid your face against the duvet. Every move sent a thrumming pain through you, and agonized emptiness you resented.

Your knee hit the toy as it rolled against you and you flinched. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if it was him or the silicone stretching you. How had it only been a few hours? It felt like you’d been there for days.

“Damn it,” the voice grumbled from the other room, low and muffled by the wall, “I told you I was coming by.”

You recognized it from that fateful night at The Asp; deep and sinister. As brief as your encounter with the man, you could guess he was rarely anything but irritable.

“Calm down,” Sam replied lightly, “I got other things to do…”

“You got business,” Bucky retorted.

“Money’s in the bag,” you heard a soft rustle and a harrumph.

“Should’ve brought it direct,” Bucky complained.

“I’ve been taking care of your other problem,” Sam countered smoothly as you heard heavy footsteps move around the front room.

“I see that,” Bucky mused, his voice clearer, closer.

You lifted your head and quickly hid your bare leg and ass under the blanket. He chuckled as Sam neared and crossed his arms over his thick chest.

“She knows the rules now,” Sam said, “got it all under control.”

“Mmm,” Bucky lifted his chin and turned to Sam, “yeah, yeah, well… my girl…”

“Nice woman… stubborn like you,” Sam remarked.

“Stubborn’s a word for it. She’s, uh, concerned,” he said carefully, “about the girl. Says she’s young--”

“Not deaf either,” you sat up as you clung to the duvet.

He squinted at you and you flinched. Sam glanced at you and tapped a finger against his lips for you to be quiet.

“You know Steve’s girl is having that little thing at the bar. Her birthday or some shit.”

“Steve won’t shut up about it,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“He’s sweet on her. Too sweet.” Bucky sniffed, “Anyway, bring the girl, need mine to stop worrying.”

“Ah, sure, when was it again?”

“Tomorrow,” Bucky jutted his jaw out, “actually…” he peeked over at you as he thought, “take her by my lady’s place. The girls will be there getting all dolled up.”

“I’m busy--” you began and Bucky snapped his fingers at you.

“You said she knew the rules,” he pointed at Sam, “maybe you should remind her before I have to see her again.”

He turned and you saw his leather jacket as he stomped away, seizing a leather bag from the coffee table as he passed. The door slammed in his stead and Sam leaned against the wooden frame to look at you. He shook his head and sighed.

“Don’t know what it is about that man and women,” he gave a smirk, “but y’all sure do like to take the piss out of him.”

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It was easy enough to find any house in Birch, there were only so many. As you were realising too late, this was detrimental, not just to you but many in the thrall of the club’s clutches. There was no place to hide from those men and their cruelty.

He handed you your phone back before he let you go. He warned that you better use it wisely. He would meet you at the bar later; you were to make your way over with the group of women you didn’t know.

You neared the front door of the yellow house and knocked. You waited nervously, the cold air slipping in under your long jacket. A woman opened the door and you wondered if you were at the wrong place. Typical. You could even get lost in Birch.

“Oh, you must be the last,” she chimed, “I’m Mel.”

You smiled and awkwardly gave your name. She beckoned you inside and you added your boots and coat to those already by the door. You dressed for the occasion, Sam approved of the outfit with a growl after advising you to wear something slutty. You hadn’t worn the tight leather leggings and the strappy crop top since your club days in your two years of community college.

Mel looked you over but made no remark on your attire as she pointed up the stairs, “to the left, you’ll hear them.”

You ascended and the low hum of 90s music and female voices reached you from the slightly open door just down the hall. You neared and knocked as you waited tentatively. You knew Bucky’s girl from the bar but never had the chance to talk to her. You never did well with strangers, always the weird one, the funny one.

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl swung open the door, “just in time.”

“Um, hi,” you stepped into the small bedroom, “I brought tequila.”

You held up the bottle as you peered around. The mechanic was on the bed, her brows arched sardonically as she watched the quiet baker girl that sat at the slim desk and checked her appearance in a hand mirror. She hovered a stick of eyeliner in front of her face but never made contact with her skin as she bared her teeth. You put the bottle down on the corner of the dresser.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she wisped but quieted at her name as Bucky’s girl introduced them, “oh, hi.”

You smiled and stared quietly. You chuckled nervously and rung your hands. “Did you need help? I’ve watched some, um, Youtube stuff on it--”

“Sure,” she lowered the mirror in defeat, “I just don’t wanna mess it up.”

“That’s a lame present,” the mechanic said, “make-up? When you don’t even use it? I always knew Steve was a bitch--”

“At least he got me something,” she handed over the stick of liner as you neared and Bucky’s girl pushed a cushioned chest up from the corner for you to sit, “my pa never did.”

“Just because he’s less of an ass than your pa doesn’t mean he’s not an ass,” the mechanic spat as she pulled at the front of her stiff dress, black with little gems set into the fabric.

“Oh, and look at you, wearing that clown suit,” Bucky’s girl intoned, “we’re all in the same boat.”

“What kinda look you going for?” you asked as you cleared your throat.

“I… don’t know, something pretty,” she smiled meekly.

You nodded and looked over your shoulder at the bottle of tequila. You peeked back at the girl as she squirmed nervously.

“We should do some shots,” you said, “it’s your birthday, right? You should have fun… try to relax.”

“Her, relax?” The mechanic scoffed.

“Shots sound good, I’ll get some glasses,” Bucky’s girl said from behind you.

She left and you asked the baker to close her eyes. You held her head carefully as you stretched her eyelid and traced it carefully. It was much easier to do on someone else. You added a little wing and balanced out her other eye before you sat back.

Bucky’s girl plunked four short amber shot glasses on the dresser and poured as you went over the gift bag full of make-up with Steve’s girl. She chose a rosy shade of pink that you gently applied to her lips.

Bucky’s girl handed out the glasses. The mechanic didn’t flinch or wait before she downed hers. Steve’s girl frowned as she took hers and you gave a thank you as you accepted a glass. 

“I can already feel the burn,” the baker girl bemoaned.

“Come on, loosen up,” you raised your shot and downed it, “jeez, how old are y’all?”

“Old enough to know better,” Bucky’s girl said, “you know, you really got yourself in the shit but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you.”

“Oh you mean the local den of assholes,” you snorted, “shot, shot, shot.”

You encouraged Steve’s girl until she reluctantly knocked back the tequila. You took her glass and your own and went to the dresser. You refilled them and offered her the second.

“You really don’t learn,” the mechanic blinked.

“No, I do but I’d rather be drunk and miserable than sober and miserable,” you raised your shot, “and you guys, this,” you pointed to them, “the look, sure you got some years but you’re still young enough. You needa show some skin.”

“It’s below zero,” Bucky’s girl narrowed her eyes.

“The tequila will keep you warm,” you nudged Steve’s girl and mirrored her as you drained your shot.

“She’s gonna get us all killed,” the mechanic muttered.

“No, I’m gonna get you lit,” you grabbed the bottle and turned up the little speaker in the corner before shimmying over to her. You filled her glass and took a swig directly from the bottle, “also, I can hardly feel anything anymore.”

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“I’m telling you,” you slurred, “you can’t wear that! We stop by my place and I’ll get you the look.”

“The look?” Bucky’s girl interjected, “you mean the hypothermic style?”

“My nan has more style than all of you,” you stumbled off the main road away from the bar, “come on!”

“We’re gonna be late,” Steve’s girl squeaked.

“For what? It’s your birthday,” you grabbed her hand and ran ahead.

The other two followed a few feet back as you led them down to your nan’s house. You dragged her up the steps and leaned heavily on the door as you burst through. The smell of cigarette smoke met your nostrils as your grandmother appeared in the door of the front room and puffed as she watched you sway.

“Nan!” you dropped the baker girl’s hand and outstretched your arms as you grandmother swiftly sidestepped you and sucked on her cigarette.

“I see you’ve made friends,” she tutted, “try not to make a mess of my house or you’ll be cleaning it up, drunk or not.”

“We won’t be here long, we just need clothes… you got any of that wine left?”

“No more for you, girly,” she chided.

“Girls, girls, girls,” you turned back, “this is my nan. She kills bikers.”

“Shut your mouth, girly,” your grandma snarled, “you might be three sheets to the wind but words carry.”

“Do you?” the mechanic spoke up, more and more quiet as she imbibed.

Your nan gave her a long look. There was a moment of silence, understanding, commiseration. The old lady shrugged and tilted her head.

“I haven’t messed with bikers since 1978 and I don’t plan on starting again,” she butted out the cigarette in the empty coin tray on the console table, “go on, get what you need and get out.”

“Ugh, fine,” you moped away and waved the girls up the stairs behind you. 

You leaned heavily on the railing as you ascended and they followed behind you in disorder, several times supporting each other in the climb. Inside your room, you pulled open your closet and looked at the impulse purchases you never had a chance to wear. You don’t know why you bought them, they were all cheap and generic, but you were always a sucker for a sale.

“Here,” you handed the mechanic as shiny silver top with straps, “I should have something to go with it.”

You handed out clothes like candy, some of the tags still attached so you ripped them off clumsily. The mechanic ended up in the silver top and black pleather leggings, Bucky’s girl in dark blue dress with cutouts that you ordered in the wrong size, and Steve’s girl in no more than bright red bra and some high rise jeans.

“We’re gonna freeze,” Bucky’s girl whined.

“Suck it up and put your coat on,” you snapped, “now, we’re ready for fun!”

“Steve’s not gonna like this,” the baker moaned.

“You need more alcohol! Who gives a shit what he thinks?” The mechanic nudged her, “he’s a prick.”

“They’re all pricks,” Bucky’s girl giggled, “what’s this?”

You turned as she pulled out the bottle of Smirnoff hidden in your top drawer. It was still sealed because you didn’t like the grape flavour but she quickly broke the plastic. She took a gulp and scrunched her face as she held it out to Steve’s girl.

“No more, it’s too much!”

“If only Thor hadn’t dragged his girl off,” Bucky’s girl pushed the bottle to Steve’s girl’s lips, “but we gotta make up for her, don’t we?”

“Shit, shit,” the mechanic chuckled and grabbed the bottle as the baker struggled to swallow, “we’re gonna get in some shit, girls.”

“Is that idiot ever happy? Loki? What a dumb name?” Bucky’s girl snarled.

“They all suck,” you added.

“Ugh, don’t get me started on Sam,” the mechanic wiped her glistening lips, “preying on a kid.”

“I’m not… not a kid,” you hiccuped.

“You didn’t know who Aaran Carter is,” Bucky’s girl said, “you’re a kid.”

You laughed and took a swig and cringed at the burn of the vodka, “I’m an adult.”

“Sure don’t act like it,” the mechanic said loudly.

“Who gives a fuck? Tonight, we don’t,” Bucky’s girl said, “come on, let’s go see those bastards and show ‘em we don’t fuckin’ care.”

You snickered as you found your coat where you left it on the bed and the lot of you staggered down the back steps and around the house. The winter air crawled over you and sent a shiver up your spine. You hardly felt it in the warm glow of the alcohol; not the cold, not the dread that had lingered for days, not even the regret. You were completely and pleasantly drunk out of your mind.

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His Time

A/N: Here’s some jealous Jax smut based on a steamy request that I got! I had thought this would be 99% smut, but there’s also angst/fluff, as I wanted to set the stage more and explore their love. (Fellow Jax sluts, fear not – the sex is still filthy and hot!)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, reader as a risque performer, recent breakup, jealous Jax, intense makeup sex when he comes back for her Request: Based on a scene from the movie Burlesque – Y/N is performing “Guy What Takes His Time” when Jax arrives with his friends; she doesn’t know he’s in the audience. Smut, jealous and a little fluff? – @rochyu (Note: I know that the movie is set in LA, but I wanted this fic to be set someplace farther from Charming, so I chose Chicago)

Word Count: ~2.9k

The lights are too bright. Always are, every night. You had come here to hide, from the girl you once were, with delusions of decency. Dignity. Pride. 

It all happened so recently. Weeks ago you were still in the same town where you’d lived all your life—that town equal parts charming and shitty—with dreams of becoming the king’s wedded wife, his beloved old lady. Until you escaped to this faraway city. 

You will always remember that night. One last screaming fuck, after your first screaming match of a fight. How you’d managed to keep love afloat, for so long on the rocks, without killing each other, you don’t even know. But the issues that you had both smothered in silence eventually had to explode. You will always remember just how hard you tried, to heal wounds that would never recover, to stay by his side. With no luck. You had hit the road, that very night, and the girl you once were—the fiercely faithful lover, future wife and mother... had faded and died.

Standing here now, about to perform without shame for the same nameless crowd, you tell yourself that you love Chicago. There is only one thing that you honestly love, though: the king of Charming, the impossible dream of blonde hair and black leather. Jackson Fucking Teller. And now that you’ve left him, you’ve lost him forever. Already it feels like forever ago.

You prepare for the spotlight, all ready to put on a show. The same show. Ever since you left home, this is what your whole life has become. At random, you lock eyes with the goodlooking guy who plays drums; once the show is done, maybe you’ll take him backstage for a fuck. Just to take your mind off of Jax’s unforgettable cock. You shudder to think of how many skanks Jax must’ve banged since you left him alone in his kingdom—a hundred? A thousand and one...?

The answer is none, though you don’t know it yet. In the time since you left, Jackson has barely slept. He has been on a hunt, for the only queen he’ll ever want; you had left him no clue as to where you had gone...

But he’s hunted you down. Like a damn bloodhound, tracked you from miles away, and he’s here in the crowd, as you take to the stage and the song starts to play. Determined not to lose what he’s finally found.

The song tonight is “Guy What Takes His Time.” His time is now.

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Fucking lights. They’re too bright.

He hates every damned inch of this place from the second he sets foot inside. Sources close to SAMCRO had advised this is where Jackson Teller’s old lady had run off to hide. And apparently sources were right.

How the hell did it come to this? Never in Jax’s life has he been so fucking pissed. He stands frozen in place between Opie and Chibs, the two Sons that he wanted to be by his side, as he crossed the whole country in search of the love that had vanished. The love of his life. Now that he has arrived, seeing you up on stage underneath these damn lights, he can’t handle the sight. The blood in his veins all at once turns to fire and ice.

Every gaze in this place is on you, as you come into view, barely wearing a thing as you start to sing under the spotlight. As if you have nothing to hide. As if every last inch of your skin was fashioned for the pleasure of strangers, to satisfy their prying eyes.

The sergeant-at-arms can’t believe what he sees, muttering quietly, looking over Jax’s shoulder where he’s standing close behind. No one thought this was what they would find. “Jesus Christ...”

“Do you mind? Look away,” the king snaps, quickly realizing that the men by his side deserve better. But the alpha male pride that he harbors inside feels about to collapse; in the moment, that’s all he could manage to say. “Listen, I—I can’t thank you enough that you both rode with me all this way, but it’s just... Jesus, everyone here’s looking up at her...”

Opie knows all too well just what Jax must be feeling tonight. Firsthand, he understands, just what it’s like to love a woman who is always on display for others. Lays a calm and steady palm on Jax’s shoulder, as the king shudders and smolders. “Sure thing, brother. We’ll wait up for you right outside.”

They step out, leaving Jax all alone in the crowd, where the lights are too bright and the music too loud. The whole room—no one more so than him—hanging on every word of the song, every line that feels so fucking wrong coming out of your mouth. The king’s entire world is crashing down on him tonight. Nothing has ever felt so wrong to him in his entire life of crime.

Oblivious to where he is, though on some level you can feel him, watching you from somewhere in the room... you tell yourself that can’t be right. It’s not the first truth you’ve denied. All through the night, lyrics fall from your brightly glossed lips like false promises, all meaning lost in the rhythm and rhyme.

I’d be satisfied... electrified... to know a guy what takes his time...

***************

Once you’d wrapped up the performance, you had whispered to the dashing boy who plays the drums to meet you in your dressing room. Sitting here alone, you wonder what is taking him so long. The two of you were flirting up a storm throughout the song—surely there’s no way that he doesn’t plan to come...?

One thing’s for certain: you for one intend to come, before the night is done. After the curtains fell, you’d had to take a moment just to catch your breath and calm yourself. Recover from the random wave of heat you felt. For some unfathomable reason, you had sensed some sort of energy from somewhere in the room, thrumming intensely in a way that made you desperate for an orgasm.

You don’t know where it came from, have no clue how to explain... so you try to convince yourself, in vain, that it was pure sexual tension with the guy who played the drums. Any second now, he’s bound to come and dick you the fuck down.

When at last someone enters your dressing room, you leap excitedly out of your seat like a damn clown in heat.

Heartbeat racing as you turn around, full of more than just lust as it pounds... Jesus Christ—you’ve been found. Those were not the blue eyes you expected to meet.

Your breath escapes you in a gasp. “Jax...!” your big fat mouth blurts out the question that you shouldn’t have to ask. “How did you find—”

He cuts you off. And fuck—that voice of his you’d missed so much, laden with sex and cigarette smoke, hits you now all kinds of ravenous and rough, and it’s just honestly divine. Already has you soaked. “You know I always find what’s mine.”

It isn’t fair, the way the dim light glimmers off his golden hair. The way that Jax Teller just standing there completely blows your mind. You curse the hell he never fails to put you through. “I don’t belong to...”

Cuts you off again. Because he can. “Does he fuck you like I do?”

Did he honestly just ask you that? Of course he did. The stupid piece of shit. Even if you had been with anybody else, no man on earth could ever fuck you half as well, and you both know it’s fucking true. “What? Who?”

Jax takes a deep drag of his cigarette. Shaking his head, like he’s disgusted. As if he has any right to be. “That many? Now you can’t even keep count? I guess you like slutting around, this brand new fucking freedom that you’ve found?”

He can’t be serious? He can’t really be here at all, ruining you like this? You cross the room toward the farthest wall, hoping that he won’t see the tears that fall, the way you fear your self-respect and self-resolve are crashing down.

“How many. Tell me,” he demands. “What—you thought running off to some other city, you could just flirt your way into some other man’s pants, right up on stage flaunting your slutty ass in front of everybody, and I wouldn’t see?”

Well, shit—apparently he’s serious. But so are you. If he came here to play dirty, then that’s a game for two. And you’ll defend your dignity if it’s the last damn thing you do. “That’s not your business.”

Jax has now crossed the room toward you after putting out his cigarette; he grabs a firm hold of your wrist, his grip somehow soft yet insistent. “Like hell it isn’t.”

“Jackson, I am not your goddamn possession,” you tell him, wrenching yourself free from his fist, almost wishing that you’d fucked somebody if only to teach him a lesson. Almost. Tonight you had come awfully close. “Get your hands off me. You can’t—can’t just come here and claim me as if I’m a piece of lost property.”

The sound of that is more than he can stand; he slams you up against the wall, hard. Has you seeing fucking stars. Frames your face in his hands, as his gaze pierces straight to your heart. “You think that’s what you are to me? Honestly?”

“I don’t know what I am!” you scream back at him, matching his roar, your own voice raw and hoarse. “Who I am... I just... Jax, I don’t know—I don’t know a damn thing anymore.”

“Let me remind you, then. So you don’t ever forget again.” His mouth is fire as it suddenly descends, claiming your lips with more dominance and desire than you’ve ever felt before. There was no point ever pretending this was war. The fire that burns between the both of you is love and nothing more—so bright it strikes you blind, so dirty that it’s pure. “You’re fucking mine. And I am yours.”

Not long ago today, you had felt sure that ever since you ran away, Jax must have fucked a hundred thousand other whores.

Now this... from just one kiss, you know the opposite is true. You’ve never felt more sure that Jackson Fucking Teller only ever wanted you.

He tells you nonetheless, because words matter. Even though the way he shows it is a million times better. “Y/N. I can’t stand ever losing you again. When you were gone, nothing made sense,” he murmurs as you melt into his hands, the only thing holding your heart together as it shatters. “I know I don’t deserve you, but I want to spend my whole life trying to. You’re more than just my girl. You are my whole entire fucking world.”

His words are giving you a goddamn heart attack. “Jax...”

“Christ, I’m so sorry. Anything I ever did, to push you far from me... all the shit I said—that fucking fight...” he shudders at the thought of it, hands cradling your face so close and tight. “But baby, please—can you be mine, just for tonight? I know I have no right to take you back. No fucking right. But damn I tried...”

You cannot handle just how much he hates himself. You feel his pain just as you always do, slaying you through and through; it hurts like fucking hell. It kills. The most that you can do is love him till he feels that he deserves it, just to hope someday he will. 

“Jax, stop,” you beg him as he stifles back a sob. “Don’t even... God, do you have any fucking clue how much I love you? I have never wanted anybody else. I ran away because the pain became too much to take—but babe, my heart is always yours to break. I was just... stupid and scared, and thought that I didn’t belong there. But if you’ll take me—if you want me, love me, honestly... then I promise you, baby: I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s breathing ragged, shaky sighs and gasps. His forehead pressed to yours, beaded with sweat, cheeks red and wet with all the tears you both have shed. “You mean that?”

Ugh, as if he has to ask. But then of course he does. He’s always doubted that he’s worthy of your love... but thankfully, Jax Teller never doubted whether he is worthy of your lust. You rake your fingers through the smooth strands of his hair, meeting his deep blue stare, then drop one hand to wrap your arm around his back. “Yes. I do. I love you, and I want you—only ever you. Don’t ever doubt it’s true. Now just shut up and fuck me, Jax.”

He doesn’t need anything more than that. Now that you’ve said the word, the animal inside of him attacks. The way this sweet angelic savage sex god of a man can go from soft to rough, in just a fraction of a second, is just... damn. One of the million things you’ll always love about him.

Jax lifts you off the wall and slams you down over the table as your moans resound throughout the room. “This how you want it? Hard and fast?”

“Fuck, yes...!” you gasp.

“Mmm, thought you like a man who takes his time...?” he teases, ripping at your slutty little outfit till it’s torn to shreds. Until he has you naked, dripping wet and aching for him, just the way he pleases. The savage darkness in his eyes should be a crime.

You wish you could sass back at him for being a smug son of a bitch, making you eat your own burlesque lyrics. But then he reaches down to grab one of your tits and fucking squeezes, and your brain is blown to bits. “Oh, shit—Jesus...”

“That ain’t my name, you little slut,” he scolds you as he strips out of his kutte.

“Jax...” you watch as he flings off his flannel, reaches for his belt, taking his time with the damn buckle. From the bulge in his crotch, you can tell that he’s already hard as a rock. “Fuck...”

“Bet you’ve been spending every day without me dreaming of this big hard fucking cock.”

You nod, too turned on to respond. Of fucking course.

“Then say it, whore.”

You force yourself to form the words. “I’ve never wanted any cock but yours. You own me, sir.”

“That’s better,” he mutters, reaching down to flip you over. With your tits pressed against the surface underneath, he spanks your ass so hard you bite your tongue and grind your teeth. Then he dips two of his fingers into your core, feeling your soaking wet heat. “Now, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll always remember. This tight little pussy exists for my pleasure.”

In actions and words, you completely surrender to Jax Fucking Teller. “Yes, sir!”

“Mmm, is that what you want?” he taunts, rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen, slick pussy lips with a fierce, feral grunt. “Dirty slut. Want me to fucking destroy your cunt?”

You have now lost the power to respond. But he won’t fuck you till you do. Even when it’s so obviously true.

Jax pulls your hair back, deals your ass another smack. “Who do you belong to? Better answer if you want this dick, you filthy little bitch.”

“I belong to you, sir!”

“That’s a good whore. Now what do you want me to do to this dripping wet pussy of yours?”

“Oh God, I want you to destroy it, sir! I want your cock inside me, please, I’ve never wanted anything more...”

“That’s right. I fucking own you, and I’m gonna show you how,” he growls, and seems to mean it as sincerely as a goddamn wedding vow. “You want a ‘guy what takes his time’ and all that shit... well, slut, it’s my fucking time now.”

Hell yes it fucking is. Jax fucks you like nobody’s business, rough and fast and hardcore, and you hope that he made sure to lock the door when he walked in because you’re screaming like a whore. It’s not like it’s a problem, if your boss and all your coworkers can hear what’s happening in your dressing room; after tonight, you most definitely won’t be needing this job anymore. You’ll be on the back of Jax Teller’s bike, holding him tight, as the two of you ride toward the rest of your life. Toward your future. Together.

You don’t know it yet, but Jax wants to make damn sure, this time, that you’ll stay by his side forever. Once he’s finally done fucking you dead, straight up ripping your pussy apart, like you wanted, he glances over toward the kutte that he’d thrown on the floor. Eyes the pocket that rests on his chest, right above his heart... and softly smiles at the thought, the hope, of claiming his most precious treasure. The diamond shines so bright that he could swear he sees the light, right through the leather.

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Poker Face || K.Y

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

⚠ gambling, spanking, degrading ⚠

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ x ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || ᴘ2

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  Everything was a game to him.

  Every hand of cards, every dollar, every touch, every kiss.

  Everything meant the same.

  You watched from the corner of the club as the round, green piece danced between Yeosang’s fingers.

  His tie was undone, hair messy from the number of times he’d run his hand through it and he most probably smelled like smoke, from the way he was puffing out cigarette after cigarette.

  All the men continuously bet chips. Poor men… They didn’t know what they were getting into…

   Yeosang didn’t just play with anybody. When he was starting to struggle with money, he would scan the clubs and bars for a couple of days, taking mental notes of the most flawed players, so he could make sure that he would win. Yeosang was a smart man, he exploited these games (in which he was proficient) for his own gain.

   You rolled your eyes as the slutty, barely-dressed waitress bat her eyelashes at him while asking if he wanted a refill. Too focused on his game, Yeosang just waved her off, making you grin.

   Yeosang barely ever had a poker face, he always had a smug grin plastered on during the whole game, no matter what he was playing. Maybe that was his poker face… 

   Some of the older players around the table scoffed at the young man, thinking that he knew nothing about the game, that he was a poor player for pulling off that expression and not taking the endeavour seriously.

   You started to get bored of looking at the walls, and you started wondering how much longer you’d have to be there for, but then he did it, he did the grin. A completely different grin, that always announced his victory.

   The whole table watched as the final two players bet all in. 

   “Sorry kid,” the old male, with a long, grey bear said as he exposed his cards on the table “maybe you should play some more amateur games before playing the big games.”

   The five cards rested on the green, carpeted table showing a Straight Flush.

    Yeosang’s eyes were glued to his cards, while his tongue played with his top teeth. His head rested on his fist. He chuckled, earning a weird, confused look from his opponent.

   He said nothing, he simply displayed his Royal Flush on the table and collected all of his chips. 

  Yeosang always walked out victorious, no matter what. If the opponents cheated, he cheated back. He yearned for cheating opponents ‘cause it was just so much more fun to cheat.

   He was banned from some casinos, mainly for counting cards, but not only. 

   The man looked at you, signaling with his head that it was time to leave. You followed after him, but not before shooting the skimpy waitress a nasty look. 

   Yeosang was never an apologist of public displays of affection, so you were left to watch cuddly couples holding hands and walking close to each other while you and Yeosang maintained your distance. Sometimes you’d brush your hand past his, in an attempt of initiating some sort of contact, but he would always pull back or shove his hand in the pockets of his suit pants.

   You lowered your head as you two walked in silence towards his apartment, however you didn’t miss the way he looked a girl from her head to her toes after she winked at him. Your face fell and you sighed… It wasn’t outside of his character to do this, he loved power. He loved to feel like he had control over everything.

    He felt your mood shift the second you two stepped into the living room of his home.

   Yeosang walked behind you, until his chest was pressed against your back. His large hands caressed your arms.

    “Baby, what’s wrong?”

    His deep voice by your ear made you shiver slightly, and the small hairs on the back of your neck all stood. 

    You wriggled yourself away from his hold and turned around to face him.

    “What am I to you?”

    The question had come out more blunt and emotionless than you had intended. Yeosang furrowed his brows.

    “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

   You didn’t move, but your eyes didn’t become less threatening either.

   “Exactly what I said. Kang Yeosang, what is this!?” You questioned again, motioning between the two of you with your index finger.

    Yeosang had insisted on not labeling whatever the two of you had, ‘for the sake of the relationship’, he claimed. In the first year it was fun, you didn’t mind. You had the company of the man you loved, he was MIA a lot of the time, and sometimes the collars of his shirts would have pink lipstick stains, but you overlooked that as he handed you all types of gifts and apologized for his distance.

    However, the beauty of the relationship washed away not long after, when your friends started to have kids, when your friends started to get married, and yet Yeosanng wouldn’t even allow himself to be your plus one for the weddings, claiming that it would ‘subconsciously plant an unnecessary label that you two had already waived’.

    “Y/N we have already discussed this we-”

    “No, you discussed it. You had in mind your best interest when you told me what we were. We didn’t discuss shit.”

    “So what? What has been wrong? Haven’t we been alright? Are you missing something!?”

    You looked at him, incredulous at how he couldn’t see the issue.

    “A boyfriend is what I’m missing. If I wanted a friend with benefits I would have told you so. But I made it clear from day one that I had feelings for you.”

    “I still don’t understand the issue Y/N. I treat you to dinner, I buy you gifts, I fuck you. Isn’t that what couples do?”

   The fact that a man this smart was somehow missing the whole point you were trying to make was driving you mad. You gripped him by his collar and pushed him against the wall violently. His back collided against the concrete, making a loud ‘thud’ noise.

    “Couples don’t fucking flirt with other people, couples don’t cheat, couples don’t make their significant other stand away from them on the street, couples make each other feel loved you huge sack of shit!”

    It pissed you off. The way you were breaking down in distress in front of him yet the calmness never left his face pissed you off.

   He sighed, slowly removed your hands from his collar, and pet your head. He kissed away the salty tears flowing down your cheeks.

    “Y/N, you know I’m yours, you know what I feel for you…”

   His voice was soft and mellow as he spoke to you.

   “Do I?”

   He hummed positively as he started kissing down your neck. Suddenly you became very aware of the situation. You pushed him away once more.

   “You manipulative cunt. You’re trying to put out the fire by fucking me! I can’t believe you! What am I!? A fucking pawn in your game? Is this what it is!? Another game for you!?” You yelled so loudly that you were sure the neighbours could hear every single word perfectly. 

    “I don’t love you! I want to fuck you! I don’t want a fucking girlfriend, I want to fuck and gamble and I don’t have time to take anyone else’s interest in mind! Is that what you fucking wanted to hear!?”

    The room was dead silent for the first time tonight. An uncomfortable silence that neither of you knew how to break. You were a little scared, more than disappointed. Yeosang had never lost his cool like that…

    A couple of seconds after, heavying in both of you as if they were hours, you picked up your bag from the couch and made your way towards the door, without saying another word.

    Yeosang gripped your wrist before you could reach the door handle.

    “Fucking let go or I swear to God…”

    The male didn’t move, neither did his grip falter. 

     “You already know what I feel, I’ve been honest. You have one of two options: you accept it or you leave for good.” 

     You stupidly gave it a second thought. 

     “Fuck it.” 

    It was the last thing you said before you dropped everything in your hands and pushed your lips against his. 

   There was no trace of love, romance or softness anymore. It was pure lust that controlled both of your bodies. 

   Hands rummaging each other’s bodies, teeth clashing, and heavy breathing echoing between the four walls. 

   You hurriedly stripped him from his dress shirt and threw it on the ground, as he pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you bare-chested.

   Yeosang gripped your waist and pushed you against the counter of the island in the middle of his kitchen. His teeth mercilessly bit down on the soft skin of your neck as his fingers played with your nipples. A whimper escaped past your lips and you threw your head back, giving him all the access he wanted.

    You rolled your hips consistently against his growing hard-on, causing him to groan against your neck. 

    Finally, he lost his patience and turned you around. Yeosang placed one of his hands on your back to press your body against the cold marble, as the other one worked on getting his pants undone. 

    “So fucking needy baby, you can’t wait to have my cock, can you?” 

   He roughly pulled down your jeans and your panties, slapping your ass as soon as it became exposed.

    “Answer me.”

    “I can’t Yeosang, please fuck me…”

    “Such a desperate slut.” He said through gritted teeth, as he grabbed a handful of your ass.

    Yeosang decided you needed no preparation, and immediately bottomed inside of you, giving you only a couple of seconds to adjust to the feeling. 

     He gripped your sides harshly as he thrust into you, the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing in his apartment.

    Your nails scratched at the polished marble counter, desperately trying to grasp onto something. 

    Yeosang hated your silence, so he’d spank your ass occasionally to hear your pretty voice whimper and beg. 

    “How the fuck are you so tight, my G-God.”

    His hips jerked deeper and harsher into you as he followed after his release. You moaned and you felt your knees get weaker by the second as you felt the familiar ‘good feeling’ bottling up inside you.

    Yeosang noticed the way you almost faltered and gripped your hips tighter, to support you.

    “Yeosang harder p-please, I’m almost…”

    He clenched his jaw and thrust faster into you, causing your hip bones to clash against the counter, but you didn’t care, you were too focused in the amazing way he was making you feel.

     “Come on Y/N, be a good girl and cum on my cock for me.”

    The way he gripped your ass after demanding you do cum had your legs shaking as you climaxed. Your eyes shut tightly and you moaned his name repeatedly as your walls tightened around his cock.

    Yeosang couldn’t handle the feeling of how tight you were and so he came inside you unexpectedly, with a deep groan.

    He caressed your ass as you tried to regain your breaths. 

    You stood back up and got dressed quickly. You grabbed all of your items and headed towards the door and you chimed a small ‘bye’.

    Yeosang was visibly confused.

    “What do you mean bye? You’re not staying?”

    You grabbed the doorknob and looked over your shoulder, with a smug expression.

    “We play the game my way now.”

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[staruplatinum]

finally got around to finishing this commission for @kiiroitori-ya !! I hope ya enjoy darling, and thank you for commissioning me! ♥️

Playing Dangerous

Prosciutto x F!Reader x Bruno

Word count: 3,024

warnings: afab reader, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, creampies, multiple creampies, blowjobs, rough sex, slight dub-con.

It was your fault really, that two opposite gang members of Passione fell for you. Your looks were practically irresistible to both Bruno Bucciarati and Prosciutto. If there was one thing you should never do though; it was to fuck with both men at the same time. Passione was not an organization to take lightly, especially when it came to the infamous assassination squad and Bruno’s gang  - both were equally as dangerous.

It was almost comedic how you found yourself in-between two dangerous men from two notorious gangs.

You could feel Prosciutto behind you, and were cut off by his big hand snaking across your mouth. “Don’t speak unless we tell you to, slut.” He said, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. You couldn’t really see it though, considering the hotel-lighting was dark and the fact that he was being you. Bucciarati, however, was right in front of you - a soft smirk appearing on his face. It was then, that you knew what kind of night you were in for. It all made sense now. Bruno lured you here so that both him and Prosciutto could punish you sexually for leading them both on. While you were slightly excited, you were more scared than anything. Taking both men at once was a dangerous game. You stopped yourself from thinking too much about the subject though - you had already been walking a fine line by seeing them both behind each other’s backs. Would this really change anything if you already knew your fate?

Turning to face you, both Prosciutto and Bruno’s eyes watched you as they gestured for you to sit down on the luxurious hotel bed. Hesitantly, you walked over, Your black heels digging into the carpeted floor as you made your way over. Upon sitting down on it you felt the softness is the pure silk sheets. Frankly you didn’t expect the men to go through this much trouble just to teach you a lesson, but you weren't going to complain. 

The silence of the room began to loom over you, and the cold chill in the air caused goosebumps to prickle up on your arms and exposed legs. You cleared your throat, trying to get any one of their attention ; the silence was killing you. It was immensely awkward. Eventually, Prosciutto butted-out his cigarette, pulling the black chair over and sitting down in front of the bed. It was then that you noticed Bruno’s hands were all over your body, caressing all of your curves and insecurities, they could all be seen and felt in the slutty black dress you were wearing. Bruno took full advantage of that.

“Undress her.” Prosciutto said, pulling another cigarette out and lighting it. He wanted to have his fun with you, but for now he was content with watching. Bruno didn’t consider Prosciutto his superior in any sense either, however, this was a paid deal between the two of them and he was happy to oblige. Amidst all your thoughts, you suddenly heard the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down. You realized that Bruno was zipping right through your dress. It was not very expensive, but it still cost a good amount of money, something you didn’t have much of. Bruno continued; until you were left in nothing but your lacy underwear and bra. White, in appearance. It symbolizes “purity & innocence” but you were far from that. Bruno knew this, and the thought caused him to smirk, just a little. He brought his fingers to the hem of your panties, pulling them aside.

“My my, Bella.” Bruno said as his fingers traced over your folds. “You’re already so wet.” You hummed in response, tilting your head to look away from him in embarrassment .“It’s almost as if you want this.. hmmm? to be fucked by two men at once?” His words were punctuated with a tight pull of your hair, making your neck fall backwards. Bruno seized this opportunity to kiss up your neck, sucking at biting at your most sensitive spots. He wanted to make you feel like a whore for this, and he was doing a very good job.

“Ugh. Enough.” Prosciutto taunted, butting his cigarette out once more before standing up. Bucciarati did what he said, sure, but now he was bored. They were here to fuck you - not make love. He wanted to see you bent over on all fours, struggling to take them both at once. He wanted to see your pussy oozing with their cum, not Bucciarati leaving love bites on your neck.

Turning around, Bruno’s hand gently caressed the soft skin of your face, his thumb dragging down to your bottom lip before separating it. “On your knees, Bella.” His tone was soft, a much nicer contrast to Prosciutto’s harsh words; constantly demeaning you and making you feel like a whore. Still, both men could be equally as degrading as the other, and as pleasant as Bruno’s tone was, you knew it was just a cover-up.

Obeying his orders, you slipped down from the mattress and got on your knees, the rough texture of the carpet burning your soft flesh. You looked up at the raven-haired man who was now unzipping his pants. From this angle, everything seemed darker, even the shadows on his face appeared to be sinister. Yet, you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on. You almost liked being in this position - useless and depraved, used only for his pleasure.

“Tch. Look at this puttana. Less than ten minutes here and she’s already on the floor for you. Pathetic.” Prosciutto sneered from the corner of the room, putting out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. The smell of smoke filled your senses as he came closer to you, fumbling with the zipper of his pants as well. Prosciutto grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back harshly to get a better look at your face. You gasped, swallowing hard as you looked into his icy eyes. “A good whore like you can surely take both of us, yes?” The question was rhetorical, and before you could even answer them, both men had their cocks out.

Prosciutto let go of your hair and gulping heavily, you slowly inched up your hands in an attempt to grab each of their cocks. Both were reddened and leaking with need. If there was one thing you learned from previous encounters with both of these men though, it was that neither liked to be kept waiting. Sure, Bruno was a bit more patient and level-headed, but he had his needs as well.

“Ah-ah.” Prosciutto teased, slapping your hands away. He ripped off his ascott, leaning down to tie your hands together in a tight knot. “A real whore doesn’t need to use her hands. It's called a blowjob for a reason, bitch.” 

You barely had time to nod before you felt Prosciutto’s cock tapping the corner of your mouth, desperately trying to inch his way in. This proved to be hard to do, considering Bruno was doing the same on the other-side of your face.

With your hands tied and flushed a bright red from the lack of circulation, you slowly opened your mouth, using your tongue to lick a trail up Prosciutto’s hardened shaft. His salty taste lingered in your mouth, but it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. You had fucked him before, so you were used to it. Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, expertly placing pressure just underneath his head (where you knew he liked it best). He let out a deep hiss when he felt you work your magic, but not long after he was interrupted by Bucciarati.

“- Bella, did you forget I was still here?” Bruno asked, his hand pulling back his foreskin as he tapped your cheek.  Of course you didn’t forget. How could you? The smell of smoke, cologne and their musk was flooding your senses. Even if you were blindfolded you would have known they were here. No matter, you pulled your mouth back from Prosciutto and began to lick Bruno's shaft, evidently engulfing his head with your mouth and repeating the same action.

This went on for a few minutes, until Prosciutto was unsatisfied. He wanted to chase his release - but that would be hard considering the situation. Both men were well endowed, and even if someone had a huge mouth - it would be hard to take them both. 

“Bucciarati, fuck her cunt. I have other ideas for this whore..” Prosciutto chuckled, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you over to the bed. You laid down on your back, confused for a moment before Prosciutto pulled his pants all the way down and angled his cock in your mouth. He started slow for a moment, since he knew it would be hard to take him like this. But after a few slow thrusts he didn’t hold back. All seven inches of his cock rammed down your throat, causing saliva to spill out the sides of your mouth and tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. It was too good, especially because Bruno began to lick up your slit, ghosting his breath over you and smirking everytime you flinched. He liked being slow and sensual, while Prosciutto preferred to fuck you hard. It was funny to Bruno almost - how sensitive you were. Everytime Prosciutto jerked himself into your throat, you gagged and squirmed, causing Bruno’s tongue to plunge into you further. He didn’t want to tease you too long, though. So he sucked on your clit and placed two of his thick fingers inside of you, curling them as he felt your wet walls gladly take him in.

Bruno was skilled with his tongue (for various reasons). However, he never let down when it came to eating you out. Every time you finished it almost felt like a life-changing orgasm. You never wanted it to end. Prosciutto pulled away for a moment, enjoying your mouth way too much. Fuck, if you continued he would have busted right then and there - but he didn’t want to. His mind was on something else entirely and he couldn’t wait to see how it would play out.

Bruno was almost almost about to bring you to orgasm when he pulled out, watching you writhe and moan from both the lack of content and the edging. 

Both men removed the rest of their clothes now, tossing you around like some ragdoll. Bruno laid down on the bed first, before Prosciutto shoved you down onto him. “Come, bella.” He said, helping you straddle yourself on his cock. He didn’t particularly like to be ridden, but in this situation? It was definitely a turn on. Once he felt you sink down onto his cock, he pulled you forward, kissing you passionately, though this was a means to distract you.

Prosciutto huffed as he gave his cock a few long strokes, bringing himself closer to you and Bruno before spitting on the head of is cock. You could feel his weight on the hotel mattress as He spread his saliva around the head, before ultimately pressing against your entrance. 

“Tight fit.” He scoffed as he forced himself inside of you. The head of his cock was pressing Bruno’s shaft downwards as Prosciutto tried to find a way in. Admittedly, it felt rather uncomfortable at first, the tight burning sensation you felt around your folds as you tried to take both very well endowed men at once. However, that’s what turned you on more. The unpleasant feeling of being stretched was enough for your body to produce more lubrication while you moaned out - and before you knew it, - Prosciutto slid all the way in, to the hilt. Until his cock was snug against Bucciarati’s..

Instinctively you moaned as you leaned on Bruno for support. Bruno was far more willing to let you adjust - but, Prosciutto had little patience for arbitrary things like this. In his eyes, if you were willing to fuck them both on the side, then surely, you could take them both no problem. 

Prosciutto pulled you by your hair, forcing you to sit up and “ride” both of their cocks.

“Tch. Already making slutty sounds and we’ve only just started? I can't believe you.” Prosciutto hissed, his breath hot against your ear as he nibbled on your cartilage playfully. You moaned in ecstasy as you felt both men thrusting. Bruno opted for a slower pace, because admittedly - it was hard to move or go ‘fast’ when he had both your weight and Prosciutto's on top of him. Both men were very thick in their own way as well, and with how tight you were - it was next to impossible to establish a proper rhythm between the two. Prosciutto however, was thrusting into you with pure vigor. It was easier for him, since he was taking you from behind anyways. He had more control this way, and he couldn’t deny the rush it gave him knowing that he was orchestrating all of this. 

Good. Fuck Bucciarati. He definitely had the upper hand against him for this one!

“P-prosci- p- please…” You wailed, closing your eyes in pain from the stinging sensation you had on your scalp. Prosciutto hadn’t let your hair go from his fist, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

Bruno took advantage of this, snaking his hands up your soft skin and curves until he reached your breasts. It was hard for him to sit upright - given his position - but he still managed to cup your breasts. Playfully squeezing them and pinching your nipples until they were rock hard. 

“Oh my, Topolina. These are so nice..” Bruno huffed, biting his lip in the process as he looked up at you. Fuck, he was so close to cumming! The feeling of Prosciutto;’s cock rubbing against his, plus the feeling of your tight walls practically sucking him in, he couldn’t resist. 

“What’s the matter, Bucciarati? You going to spill?” Prosciutto taunted. “I thought you had the resolve to last longer than that.” In all honesty, Prosciutto needed to shut his mouth. Like Bucciarati, he was dangerously close to cumming too. The entire sensation was far too much for him to handle. 

Between your moans and sweet cries, and the combined thrusting of both men - you came. Screaming out incoherent words, you were about to lean forward until Prosciutto pulled you back by your hair once again. “I’m not finished.” He hissed, giving your ass a playful slap. Bruno still fondled your breasts, enjoying the soft gasps that left your mouth as your legs shook from the intense orgasm you just had.

Bruno couldn’t handle it anymore,the feeling of your walls spasming around him felt too good. His hands traveled down to your hips, holding them tightly as he shot his load inside of you. He swore he saw white as he came - the orgasm was far too intense.

“Oh, madonna.” Bruno groaned. He was slowing his thrusts now, trying to recover from his orgasm - but much like you he was starting to get overly sensitive from prosciutto’s thrusts. Almost uncomfortably so. 

“Fuck, Prosciutto - hurry the hell up.” Bruno hissed, biting his lip and squeezing his ocean eyes shut to try and ‘cancel out’ any sensations he had. 

“Shut up.” Prosciutto hissed. He let go of your hair, tossing you forward onto Bruno again. His hands squeezed your hips tightly and he looked away from Bruno as he huffed heavily. 

Shortly after, Prosciutto couldn’t contain himself any longer. Thank God for the dull lighting, because he had the reddest blush on his face as he came. “Hnnng - fucking puttana.” he scoffed, adding his cum to Bruno’s inside of you. 

 After finally stopping his thrusts, Prosciutto cupped his hand around your ass. He gave it a rough squeeze and a smack, and then slipped his thumb between your cheeks. Your body tensed as he rubbed circles against your asshole, at least showing enough mercy to not penetrate. “Maybe next time…” he teased longingly.  “I wonder how tight you’d get, with a cock in your ass and one in that pretty pussy of yours”

His words were piercing as he pulled out of you, watching as Bruno’s cock slipped out of you as well. Both of their cum oozed out of your pussy in clumps while you all took deep breaths - trying to calm down from such an intense orgasm.

Prosciutto wasted no time in pulling his slacks back on and lighting another cigarette, all while looking down at you with disgust. Bruno followed suit after, checking his rolex watch when he realized the time. He enjoyed “fooling” around but he had another mission he had to prepare for shortly.

“I hope you realize you’re playing a dangerous game with us, dolcezza.” Prosciutto taunted, plowing the smoke from his cigarette into your direction. 

Bruno got into his clothes again, zipping up his slacks. “Ciao, bella. Until next time.” Bruno said, blowing you a kiss before heading out. Prosciutto followed suit after, but not before leaving you with a haunting comment.

“If you don’t choose one of us - and stick to that person - there won’t be a next time, bella.” 

#prosciutto #prosciutto x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #not sfw #commission #my writing #la squadra di esecuzione #vento aureo #golden wind

[writing-gifts]

prosciutto x camgirl!reader

A/N: WHEW okay here’s one of the 100+ followers milestone stories!

reader’s kinda a little shit in this ngl but i had fun writing her lol

So imma preface with some warnings:

this is fem!reader, obviously 18+, there’s also degrading dirty talk but nothing too intense, and then theres a hint of cuckery in here lmaoo

okay thats all, hope you enjoy

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“Hello, hello Prosci. How’s your day going? You look handsome as always.”

Prosciutto opens his pack of cigarettes to grab one. "You're still calling me that nickname?" 

"Yea and I think it’s pretty fitting actually."

You lay in front of your laptop watching the man through the screen. He places the cigarette between his lips, choosing not to acknowledge your statement. "You're more energetic than usual."

"Well, I'm always happy to see you, but it's been awhile since you’ve done a private session with me..."

"Your time isn't exactly cheap."

But Prosciutto always found himself coming back no matter how much he told himself it was the last time.

“Doesn’t mean I didn't miss you.”

And even though you were being slightly heavy handed with the sweet talk, there was no doubt that Prosciutto was among your top favorite fans. He was part of the reason why you actually considered and started offering video calling along with your regular streaming. 

The first time you saw his actual face, you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive. (You particularly loved when he let his hair down, but you pretty much had to beg for that to happen.) 

Unfortunately, these private sessions always seemed to fly by with him. 

A slight, smug smile appears on his lips as he lights his cigarette. "You like me that much gattina?"

"Lets just say I wouldn't mind actually having you here--in my bed--Prosciutto." You cross your legs behind you.

He hums, taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling. "Show me how much you want me then."

Typical, but you liked that about him. “Of course.”

You move from your comfortable spot to place your laptop on the table at the end of your bed, then switch your webcam input to the camera set up next to it, in front of your bed--it was much better quality than your laptop’s. The red light on the camera signals that it's on.

You plop back on your bed and turn towards the camera “Can you see me?”

“Perfectly.” 

“So do you want the usual? Or something related to a weird new kink you discovered?”

Sitting on your knees, you begin to strip the lingerie from yourself, doing your best to make a show of it. The lace brushing against your skin feels much more noticeable while you slowly remove the sheer clothing.

You look at the camera with half lidded eyes. “Hmm? I’m taking your silence as the usual.”

Once you're completely bare except for your stockings and garter belt, you see Prosciutto looking at you with a calm but focused expression, and you can’t help smiling to yourself. Performing for the man was always fun. He was so committed to staying cool so it was thoroughly enjoyable to unravel him. It wasn't easy but it was very worth it.

You lay on your back, relaxed, and let your legs hang off the side of the bed, as you wait for Prosciutto's orders.

He takes in your lovely body. What he would give to run his hands over your thighs, over your chest. Between your legs. 

He wanted to feel you against him while he thrust his throbbing cock into you.

But he simply says," Spread your legs for me.”

You move to lay back, propping against the multiple pillows on your bed and look into the camera lens to make “direct” eye contact with Prosciutto. You open your legs and slowly move your hands down your stomach until your fingers are brushing against your sensitive slit.

You then spread yourself, softly circling your clit for the camera.

“Good gattina, just like that,” Prosciutto’s low voice sends a rush of arousal through you. 

He smokes as he watches you pleasure yourself, enjoying the increasing excitement that clearly shows itself between your legs. 

Your arousal sets to a low but persistent feeling. Small pleased hums escape you periodically as Prosciutto continues to watch you like any regular broadcast on TV. Minutes pass before he finally puts his cigarette out.

Then he starts to slowly palm himself, his hardening cock pushing against the expensive cloth of his trousers.

When you notice this, you press down and rub your fingers slightly harder against your clit. Your other hand slides to your chest and begins to massage the soft flesh while squeezing your nipple between your fingers.

“I see your arm moving behind the desk. Are you touching yourself to me? That's so sexy.”

Even though you weren’t able to see everything, it excited you. Maybe you could convince him to show himself fully one day. In fact, a small part of you that you weren’t ready to fully acknowledge wanted to actually meet with him.

“You’re so wet for me and we only just started,” Prosciutto says.

"Only for you babe."

You continue to touch yourself, your noises growing more frequent. 

Prosciutto leans back and the sound of him unbuckling his belt sounds through the speakers. You imagine him freeing his stiff cock and gently stroking himself while watching your every move.

Pleasant warmth continues to spread throughout your body, however you can’t help messing with Prosciutto.

“But it's kinda funny how your girl shows her wet pussy to all sorts of men. Isn't that terrible?” 

You barely catch the hitch in his breath.

Oh?

“Unless...you like it?” A small smirk covers your face while you continue to finger yourself. One point for you. 

You curl your finger, feeling against your soft walls.

Prosciutto scoffs. “Why don't you put that smart mouth of yours to use since you have so much to say?”

You pull your fingers out of your entrance, albeit a little reluctantly. “Whatever you want Prosci.”

You lean over the side of your bed to open the bottom drawer of your night stand and pull out your new toy. 

You show it off to the camera. "Do you like it? I haven't used it with anyone else yet."

It was a glass dildo with a cute pink heart as the handle.

“Flashy as always but as long as it gets the job done.”

You sigh. “You’re so boring! You should pick something out better for me that you like then.”

He doesn’t react like you hope but you're pretty confident he will.

Pleased with the idea of a gift, you crawl towards the camera. And once you're close enough, you lean forward, giving a little grin as you bring the dildo towards your mouth. The cool glass of the dildo presses against your lips. 

"It’s pretty but definitely couldn’t beat you..." And you think part of you really meant that. 

You wrap your lips around the dildo and your tongue slides against the underside as you push it further into your mouth. 

You start off slow, but get comfortable enough to push farther until you feel it touch the back of your mouth. Then you press a bit more until it slowly enters your throat. Furrowing your brows slightly, you rub your thighs together ready to touch yourself again. You begin to thrust the dildo, hoping that Prosciutto lets you soon.

"You look like you're waiting for something," Prosciutto says.

You hum but he takes his time enjoying your current state before he finally says something. 

"Get on your back."

You pull the dildo out of your mouth--almost too quickly. Wiping away the drool at the corner of your mouth, you move to lay on your back but purposely in a way to hide your lower half from the camera. 

Then with slow and deliberate movements, you drag the tip of the dildo along your pussy before using it to massage your clit. Prosciutto’s name slips from your mouth as you finally start pressing the dildo into your waiting entrance.

Prosciutto watches you, his hand stroking himself slightly faster as he hears his name leave your lips. 

"Your cock feels so good. Am I taking you the way you like, Prosciutto? Do you want to come deep inside my slutty pussy?"

Prosciutto wanted to do that and more. “I'll fill that filthy hole once you’re begging for my cock like the whore you are.”

You clench around the dildo, which you were doing your best to imagine was actually Prosciutto thrusting into you.

“Now properly show off how slutty your pussy is gattina.”

You move without question and turn yourself properly towards the camera, laying on your side, so nothing is hidden from him.

Prosciutto couldn't turn away if he wanted. The desperation to feel you against him as you begged for his cum was starting to get to him.

With your head resting against one of your pillows, Prosciutto closely watches your entrance stretch around the hard intrusion as you press the dildo back in.

You increase your pace until you’re pushing the dildo the deepest it can go. “You treat me so well Prosciutto,” you moan. You could feel yourself getting close and you didn’t want to slow down. 

Reaching under yourself with your free hand, you begin to rub at your clit.

"I hope you're not trying to come without permission."

You do your best to make sure not to come before a fan’s satisfied but nonetheless, you force yourself to slow down for him. 

"P-Prosciutto please."

He tsks. “You'll come when I'm ready." 

Even though that's what he says you can also hear the strain in his voice.

But you on the other hand are tired of holding back. The way Prosciutto's calm facade was starting to slip because of you was making it very tempting to break fan-satisfaction rule.

Luckily for you, barely a moment passes before he comes, groaning your name as he strokes himself through the rest of his orgasm. 

You look over at your laptop to see him finishing--from what you see--and that breaks the last restraint you have. You rub yourself fingers against yourself faster, thrusting the dildo faster into your pussy until you come. You close your eyes as you tighten repeatedly on the toy.

After a minute passes and you catch your breath, you prop your head up on your hand and look over at Prosciutto.

You smile, “Had fun?”

“Do you need to ask that?”

You can’t help giggling.

He stays for a short while to chat and after a quick goodbye, Prosciutto exits the call. 

After closing your video calling app, you decide to take a quick picture of yourself to post to your twitter. Hopefully it would convince certain fans you had in mind to try to join you for a private session too.

#writing this reader was fun tbh #she's just trying to get a reaction out of pro #and pro is just so used to the nonsense #prosciutto x reader #JJBA #reader insert #fem!reader #my writing #gift's writing #n$fw #not sfw

[anteroom-of-death]

Daddy Davos

a/n: i regret nothing, except not having access to a sense of dignity. not even g-d can judge me, i am beyond shame.

It was a simple night of cocktails with your friends, most had been separated by finding people to either dance with or were dogging in the bathroom. You needed a smoke break and scurried out of the club. The air was crisp. It was starting to look a lot like winter. It smelled like snow, all glittery and sparkly. The scent made you giddy. 

You inhaled and caught your breath. In contrast to the pulsing heat of the night club, the coolness was liberating. You shivered and grinned manically. It was one of those moments that seemed surreal. 

“Decadence, why must you pollute your lungs in an already filthy world?” A leering figure in the shadows spoke in a husky tone.

You laughed and took another drag. “Fuck off, none of your damn business.” The seven shots of tequila replied for you. 

The shadow moved forward and it was quite cute, if you did say so yourself. A scruffy sort in a nice blazer, shaved head and beautiful eyes. He was a cocky looking fuck. Something about him made you a little weak in the knees, or it was the tequila again. You couldn’t decide.

“What a dirty mouth on an angelic face.”

You keeled over laughing. The way he spoke seemed out of place. Very Dickensian. 

“Are you going to give me a bible and try to save my fucking soul?” Maybe it was some new method of Mormons to ensnare you to ‘save’ you…

“If you obey me, you might be saved in my new world.”

You put out your cigarette with the tip of your shoe. You took a step back. The man was obviously a crazy fundementalist of some sort or gunning to be the next Charles Manson or Jim Jones. Hot or not, you had to make a choice, “Listen, don’t want anything your selling, just fuck off!” You cockily came up with the thrilling conclusion of, “I have mace and a set of car keys if you want to push it, hun.” You felt yourself quake a bit. You hoped the threatening fist up motion came off as truly a threat. 

He slammed you into the wall and squeezed a starting to glow red, you felt your throat being slowly asphyxiated. Something clicked in your tequila addled, nicotine flooded brain and you rasped out, “Harder, Daddy!” You moaned, despite the red hand low-key crushing you. 

It was beyond hot, and a little depraved. You knew the news of supers and people with powers existed, this was New York after all. They all converged around here like Doctor Who’s obsession with London. 

This was your grand encounter? Not Tony Stark or that big green guy? Some fundie?

“What?” He stopped and dropped you back onto the ground. 

His strength and the fact that he pinned you on the wall, despite his smaller frame was enough to make you bold and a little slutty. Your princess parts were moist and warmth flooded your pelvis. The sudden breath of cold air gave you a serious head rush and made your scalp tingle. You shook yourself like a dog and got up, body trembling, “You heard me!” You croaked out.

“Choke me.” You offered out your neck up to him. “Please Daddy.” You congenitally smiled, a little coy, a little drunk, a little winded, and a lot horny.

“I am not your father!” He confusedly barked. “Are you into this sexually?” He pressed your throat slightly. 

“Big time.” You twisted a bit of your hair and pressed it up against your lips. You batted your eyes and stepped forward.

He obliged. He dragged you down onto the ground and ripped off your clothing. 

“I will purify you before your final hour…” He gave you a disgusted look that was both angry and seemingly aroused. The conflicted look was muddled as he quickly rid himself of the clothes he wore. His clothes looked like a mix of monk and Wall Street.

He entered you without any regards. You were just a hole for him to use, and you knew it, you loved it, and you were totally into him pounding you as he slowly closed his large hand around your throat. 

Every thrust into you, he degraded you and told you that you were filth and he couldn’t believe he was doing this. “I must grant you this then.” You smiled defiantly. 

He released you from his hand and slapped your face harshly, you felt yourself well up a tear. It stung and you pondered how visible the bruising would be. You briefly thought of how wild this tale would be to tell for years to come at parties. 

“Who’s your Daddy now?”

You rolled your eyes back and choked out, “You, you’re Daddy!” You gave a shit eating grin. Maybe you’d ask for his digits and make him into a hard dom with a slight daddy edge. That would be nice.

He hit you again then made his way to your throat again. “Good girl…” He purred, dripping venom. “Now, I can grant you your final end…” He amped up his thrusting, you could feel his cock twitching inside you, ready to blow. You felt the red hand heat up slowly and start to glow, you were close too! 

Cumming in unison, he cleanly snapped your neck, killing you seconds after you released your pleasure. It felt great for a second, you needed an adjustment anyhow. But now you were dead. 

“Hand whore.” He muttered, getting off you. 

He tossed your body into the Hudson River, weighted down by bricks in a bag. 

The End. 

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Show Them I’m Yours

A/N: Everyone knows there ain’t no party like a SAMCRO party. Imagine you’re Jax Teller’s girl and you want everyone to know, so he savagely takes you at one of those parties and puts on a hell of a show. (@itsme-autumn suggested that I write this and I was like um hell fucking yes)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, sex with an audience (Jax owning your ass and showing off that fact in front of all the Sons – they all get to watch but ONLY JAX can touch), featuring gifs of pretty much everyone

Word Count: ~2.9k

“Excuse me, sir?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. Appalled at the audacity of what this stupidly attractive bastard just dared to suggest. “No, I did not fuck up my car on purpose.”

The Prince of Charming smirks at that, hands on his hips, tongue flicking out between his suckable pink lips. “You sure about that, princess? Third time in a week that you’ve come by to get it serviced...”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping track?” you sass back at him, flattered as fuck that he has, though your pride demands hiding that fact. Of course you’ve been screwing around with your engine all week just to have an excuse to hit up Teller-Morrow and check out his ass, to be honest. But fuck him for calling you out on it. “You’re not even the one who fixes shit. My visits here are not your business, and I’m not your fucking princess.”

His leather-clad shoulders lift up in a shrug, like he couldn’t care less. “Suit yourself. Name’s Jax,” he says with another long drag of his cigarette. “Jax Teller. Knew a stuck-up little bitch like you would be too proud to ask.”

Fucking shit. He knows you well. And hearing him call you a bitch just got you wetter than you would like to admit; you hope to hell that he can’t tell. “Maybe this stuck-up bitch just isn’t fucking interested.”

You flip him off and drive away—your car is really functioning just fine, needless to say—but you’re inevitably back by sex-o’-clock the very next day.

It’s been barely a month since you first moved to Charming, and you’re still not really used to feeling so damn new. It’s honestly alarming, just how shamelessly the men around town gawk at you. Don’t even seem to realize that it’s rude. You’re well aware you’re super cute, but till you moved here, you had never felt so... coveted. So viewed.

Nowhere more so than right here at Teller-Morrow. Home of the infamous biker club known as SAMCRO. The way the crew here always ogles you like heaven’s gift to men is quite a big boost to your ego.

“Know what I think, darlin’?” Jax taunts, sauntering toward your car as you pull in. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing. Know that every man in Charming wants a piece of that sweet ass.”

“Well, Mr. Teller...” you step out of the driver’s seat, standing to face him, close enough to feel his heat. “This ass ain’t up for grabs.”

Jax takes that as a challenge: as an open invitation, as he should. Slowly moves closer, feeding all your deepest hungers—God, he smells so fucking good—then wraps one hand around your back, the other sliding toward your ass... to show you just how wrong you were. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Jesus Christ—you want this man to fuck you up against your car, savage and hard, right fucking now... but he has something else in mind. Invites you to a party tonight, at the SAMCRO clubhouse. Who are you to deny?

He approaches his crew, as you drive away, fading from view. All the Sons stand in awe of their President—stunned that he just fucking conquered you.

“Dude, you gonna hit that?” Juice effuses, unable to hide his excitement. “Hot damn...”

Jax Fucking Teller stands tall like the king that he is and has always been, flashing his signature cocky grin. “Hell yeah I am.”

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You have no clue what you are about to walk into. Of course you were shameless enough to choose your most provocative outfit: a skimpy excuse for a dress that covers very little of you, paired with your favorite fuck-me-now shoes. Jax had offered to pick you up from where you live, the Prince Charming he is—but as much as you’d kill for a ride on his Harley, you wanted to ride on your own dime, show up at your own time, keep up the illusion that you’re in control of your shit. You’re all decked out and ready to go nice and early, but hold off on heading out yet—figure you should play hard to get, keep the guy waiting a bit.

Your self-restraint lasts for a solid two minutes. 

There’s no hope of fighting how desperate you are for his dick. The thong that you’re wearing is made of some thin flimsy lace, so your pussy is leaking all over the place, and the seat of your car is all sticky and slick. That’s real fucking classy, Y/N, you think, quite ashamed of the nasty-ass slut you’re becoming.

By the time you arrive, every cell in your barely-dressed body feels so damn alive at the thought of Jax taking you home once the party is over and railing you all fucking night...

You don’t yet know it then, but waiting till the party is over is not what Jax Teller intends. No, you’re gonna get fucked good and hard long before it all ends.

Parking your car outside, you try and fail to steady your nerves with a long horny sigh as you shut off your engine. Preparing yourself for whatever is coming tonight. Finally stepping out, struggling to pull off a smooth sexy strut as you head toward the clubhouse. All right. Let the party begin.

From the second you walk in, you feel downright soaked in pure sin. All you can see are half-naked strangers slobbering all over each other, bodies pressed together, a blur of sweat-slick skin and old worn-out leather. The place stinks of sex, smoke and liquor, and you couldn’t possibly feel any sicker. Oh God, this is straight up disgusting—fuck this shit, you think, regretting having ever decided to come...

But before you can turn and head straight out the door, you lay eyes on the king, and remember exactly why you had accepted the invitation into his fucking kingdom. And all of a sudden your senses go numb and your slutty ass feels... right at home.

“There you are,” he greets you with a ravenous growl in his voice that resounds over all of the noise. “Now the party’s about to start. Glad that I got you to come, sweetheart.”

The gorgeous motherfucker’s lips curve up into a smirk, as he utters that sinful little word, and it has got to be the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.

“Don’t get too cocky, Jax,” you tease him back, as his piercing blue eyes devour your entire figure, clearly pleased to see that you’re practically naked. “Still gonna have to work at that... I haven’t come just yet.”

He snickers, lustfully biting his lip as he reaches around you to grab at your ass through your dress, rendering you a dripping mess just at the touch of his fingers. “No, but already soaking wet, I bet.”

Oh God, yes... those are the only words that come into your head, a silent gasp for air, as his big strong frame slams you up against the nearest wall and holds you there, one hand upon your ass now as the other tangles roughly in your hair.

“Darlin’, you got any clue just how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck you?” he snarls, breathing heated against your skin, making your pussy clench and your toes curl. “You know, ever since this fine ass came to town... all those times you would come around... Christ, all I’ve wanted to do... is just pin you the fuck down... and show the whole fucking world who you belong to. Claim you as my dirty girl.”

Every word from his mouth has you spiraling down into some sort of sex-drunk submissive daze. Lost in a haze, everything else around you fades... until you realize, in a split second, that you and Jax are the focus of literally everybody’s gaze. Looking over his shoulder at the whole rest of the room, you are beyond surprised to find all fucking eyes on you and him. You feel the blood drain from your face. This seems like honestly too much to take—and yet you can’t deny, something about the spectacle of all of this has got you feeling... well, some kind of way...

“Yeah, they’re all watching, babe,” Jax devilishly taunts, reading your mind, lips on your neck and hands groping your tits and God that feels fucking divine. “Like the attention? Kinky little thing, I know it turns you on. What’d’ya say we fuck in front of them and give ‘em what they want?”

It’s not as if you have a choice, when Jax Teller is talking in that motherfucking mouthwatering voice. At this point you are nothing but his filthy fucking toy.

Now that your fate has been sealed as exactly that, he’s gonna give you the most epic sex you’ve ever fucking had.

Handling you like a damn rag doll, Jax swiftly shifts off of the wall, then throws you down over a pool table conveniently nearby, with your back pressed against the surface as he stands between your open thighs and effortlessly rips your dress to shreds. Strips off your thong next, tattered lace lost in a heap down on the floor between your legs. The look on his breathtakingly beautiful face with every move he makes is just pure fucking sex. 

And just like that, here in a room packed full of people most of whom you’ve never met, you are stark fucking naked, legs spread, soaking wet and loving every goddamn minute since apparently you’re seriously fucked up in the head.

Staring straight up into his blazing bright blue eyes, as he so proudly claims you as his prize, you’ve never felt so damn alive. But also dead.

“Mmm, look at that...” he hums, teasing your wet cunt with a cruel flick of his thumb. “Who fucking owns this pretty pussy, hmm? This nice tight ass you got?”

Oh, God—how is it even possible for everything he says and does to be so fucking hot...? Though you can barely speak, needy and weak, you know this bastard has demanded that you answer. So you tell him what is so painfully true. “You do, Jax. All you.”

He growls in pleasure, and you couldn’t possibly get any wetter. You’re officially the property of Jackson Fucking Teller. And he wants to hear you say it, which is just about the hottest fucking thing ever. “Tell ‘em, whore. Tell the whole room who fucking owns you. Wanna hear you tell ‘em who.”

And so you do. The words fall freely from your open mouth. You say it loud and proud. “Jax Fucking Teller owns my ass.”

The room responds with raucous shouts and cheers, resounding in your ears. You barely even notice, though, because now Jax has started stripping off his clothes—everything’s happening so fast—and as you lay eyes on his downright godlike body you are not sure just how much longer your slipping grip on sanity can last. He hasn’t even taken out his cock yet, but the moment that he does... you’re pretty sure you won’t even be conscious anymore.

So you form words, while you still can, beholding this god of a man. “Want you to show ‘em, Jax. Please. Show off how you own me. Fuck me like just what I am, your dirty little whore. Show them I’m yours.”

Jax doesn’t need to be asked twice. Next thing you know his massive cock is finally free, the fucking perfect piece of meat standing so tall and proud and hard between his strong muscular thighs, and he wastes no damn time at all giving exactly what you need. He takes a firm hold of your knees to spread your legs out even wider to receive everything that he has to give... and then he drives his cock inside you in one swift soul-crushing thrust and Jesus Christ, as every fiber of your being dies, you realize that until this moment you had never truly lived.

You barely register anything else that’s happening around you, but on some level you do. It’s even hotter knowing just how much the whole crew is enjoying this amazing fucking view.

“God, that’s so fucking hot...” Juice mutters from his front row spot, stupidly hoping no one else will notice as he scrapes your tattered thong off of the floor and stuffs it quickly in his pocket.

Tig snickers loudly from where he’s standing nearby. “You little pervert. We all saw that.”

Juice points his finger at the guy. “Pervert? Seriously? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black...”

In the meantime, none of that got past the king. Jax doesn’t miss a thing, and he’s possessive of his property, beyond belief. He promptly shoots a sharp glare at the thong thief. “Think you can try and take what’s mine? I’m gonna be needing that back.”

The look on Juice’s face, at that... you cannot help but laugh, and have a little pity. Something about this whole dynamic with the audience around you has restored a little sanity and dignity, and you’re able to string words together, even while you’re still getting completely fucked to pieces by Jax Teller. 

“Aw, let him have it, Jax. Poor guy’s just picking up scraps. You’re the one who still owns my whole ass.”

Chiming in with his distinctive accent, Chibs echoes your laugh with an approving clap. “Now would ya look at that. So generous! Jackie Boy, you got yourself there one hell of a lass.”

You smile at him with a playful wink as Jax keeps pushing deeper in, his cock seemingly harder with every thrust, bigger the farther it sinks. “Fuck yeah, he does. You jealous?”

“Aye, as if you have to ask...”

Jax doesn’t like it when you spend more than two seconds with your eyes on anybody else. Although he knows no one’s an actual threat, that fact still doesn’t change how possessive he gets. He takes his hands off of your legs now to powerfully grab your head, keeping your face in place just where he wants it, your gaze fixed on him alone as he keeps fucking you dead.

You can still hear the chorus of indistinct voices:

“Fuck her up!”

“Own that slut!”

“Pound that pussy, Pres!”

And so he does, making you moan and beg him for more, spouting out filth like a two-dollar whore, as his huge monster cock brings you closer and closer to climax. “Fuck yes—Jesus Christ, holy fucking shit—destroy me with that dick—God, you’re so big—fuck, Jax...!”

It feels like you’re about to burst. Happy, for one, seems to want that to happen. He’s more into the action than the words. “Just shut her up and fuck her harder. Till it hurts.”

You didn’t think that it would be humanly possible for Jax to fuck you any harder than he has been, in these past however many fucking minutes... but apparently it is. And the mind-blowing pain that it causes is pure fucking bliss. All of a sudden he picks up the pace, hips ramming into you so hard the table seems about to break, grunting and groaning out with every move he makes and leaning down to suck the screams out of your mouth, drilling deeper into every inch of your body and drowning you in his delicious taste as he devours your face.

Fuck if that’s not a one-way ticket straight to subspace.

Although your consciousness is all but gone, you try to stay afloat now as Jax pulls back from the kiss to ask one last question. “Who owns this fucking cunt?”

You couldn’t give less of a shit just how insane you sound right now. You’re honestly just proud that you can speak English somehow. “You own this cunt! You own my whole entire ass! You fucking own me, Jax! You... fucking... unghhhh...”

The whole entire room knows what’s about to happen. And as you come undone, some part of you can hear them jeering, cheering, every one of them so damn proud and supportive of their king... 

But for the most part you can only hear and see and feel one thing: Jax Fucking Teller all around you, deep inside you, splitting you right fucking open, filling you up with his white hot cum until it feels as if your whole goddamn existence served the sole purpose of leading up to this one perfect moment, to this epically earth-shattering explosion...

There is no better feeling in the world than being owned by him. You know it now, and so does everybody in this room. Damn did he show them. Just as you had asked. Jax Fucking Teller went off and did that. Showed off ow utterly and undeniably he owns your whole entire fucking ass.

You end up spending just a few more lazy minutes making out, tongues halfway down each other’s throats. “Mmmm, glad that I got you to come, Y/N,” he gloats, again, smirking in smug satisfaction now that the task is finally done.

But the night is still young. So you tell him. “Well, Teller—you should know that your dirty girl has three fuckable holes... and you’ve only fucked one.”

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Thank you for reading!!! Writing this was TOO MUCH FUN. Hope you enjoyed it and would love to hear if you did! 🤗❤️

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