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Pairing: Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo! Reader

Genre: Fluff and angst

Word count: 2.6k || masterlist

Warning: mention of blood

a/n: the pictures used does not potray the reader. the final part, annabeth was never there.

The two times you trusted him, and the one time he betrayed you.

i. Taking his hand to pull you through the protective barrier.

“Wake up, we’re almost there,”

Taking a deep breath as you regained your consciousness from a dreamless sleep, you straighten your back, arms stretching above your head as you readjust your focus to the satyr in front of you.

“What?”

“Camp Half Blood! We’re almost there!” exclaimed your friend, Caelum, excitedly pointing to the window with a wide smile adorning his face. Happy to be able to bring back a demigod safely to camp for a satyr his age. An achievement of his service.

Turning to the window yourself, the view of the forest and blue sky bordered by the sea filled your vision. The more the train moved forward, the longer the scenery in front of you unfold like a painter with a brush painting the environment for you as you go.

A soft gasp escaped your lips.

“How do you know where to go?” curious, you asked your guide as you dodge the protruding branches from scratching your skin, however when you looked in front of you, it was no problem for Caelum to navigate the forest as though he was water flowing through a river. His movement fluid, legs nimble. You watched as his little goat ears twitch as he moved.

“Trust me! I know this forest like the back of my hand!”

Feeling your movement was obstructed on your left foot, gravity pulled you down as you got caught on a root. You yelped as both of your hands braced you from the impact of the fall.

“Cael-“

“Shh!”

“Can you at least he-”

“SHH!”

Confusion and disbelief twisted your face as you looked up at him. How could he told you to shut up when you just fell? And not help you up. Wasn’t he supposed to be your protector? That was what he told you back at your mum’s house when they relayed to you the truth about your life. From wanting closure and understanding of your acentric self, you had accepted the reality of your being wholeheartedly. The least you knew you weren’t the one. It was comforting in a twisted way.

A second of you assessing his demeanor, ears flat on his head, eyes wide searching, you knew better than to make another sound. Instead, slowly you untangle your foot from the root and turned your body to look behind you.

The forest had gone deftly silent. No bird chirping, no leaves rustling. Something was definitely wrong.

A loud flap of wings could be heard, then there was a shadow moved on the ground, passing above you. What animal had that large of a wingspan? Nothing came to your mind but it filled your nerves with icy bites of fear. The hair on the back of your neck stood.

“Y/N, get up right now,” two arms hooking under your armpits, you didn’t hear Caelum ran to you as he hauled you up to your feet. Eyes looking through the trees above you, you nodded hastily and took his hand in yours as he quickly pulled you into a sprint.

“The camp is near! Once we get pass the barrier it can’t get to you!”

Failing to form any words, you only managed to squeeze his hand in confirmation that you understood him. Whatever barrier he meant and whatever was chasing you, you didn’t care. Only your life and safety mattered.

The loud screeching of the fury could be heard to anyone who was near the camp border. That anyone was none other than Luke himself. Momentarily distracted by the form of the winged monster emerging from the forest trees, the wooden sword of his sparring partner hit him on the shoulder causing his opponent to quickly apologize with concern. But it fell on deft ear as Luke held his hand up as an “Its fine” gesture, too focused on the flying monster diving back down into the thick foliage.

Gripping the wooden sword in his hand tighter as tough it was a real sharpened one, he and the other campers nearby halted their activities to stand ready too near the border. Weapons drawn in steady hands, they held their ground for a possible attack of an intruder or welcoming a demigod.

“There!” The sound of a voice shouting could be heard following the rustling of bushes as a satyr and a girl, frightened looking with their hands linked emerged into the few meters of clearing separating the camp and forest.

The winged figure rose again to the sky, Luke noticed its nose about to dive down on them again. Gasps and shouts of horror rose with the crowd.

Instinct took over his body. Turning to his right to a camper from the Apollo cabin, he snatched the bow and arrow off of his hands before running pass the protection of the barrier and into the clearing where he was joined with the pair in the middle.

“Go! Go!” encouraging them to move forward for the last few meters from the border, Luke aimed the bow upwards, landing a clumsy shot with unfocused aim to the fury. Not his best suited weapon but it was enough to direct the fury away from them as the three of them sprinted back to safety.

Sensing the fury closing in on them behind his back by the sound of its screeching loud in his ear, with less than two meters away from the border, Luke pushed his legs to run ahead of them and with a last surge of adrenaline, he pulled the girl’s arm, bodies colliding as he cushioned her fall with his figure.

A loud thud, followed by a screech echoed through the atmosphere. A second later the sound of wing flaps disappearing filled you with a sense of relief as you knew that whatever that creature was chasing you had retreated to the hell hole it came from.

Fear replaced with reality, your flight senses dissipating slowly made you aware of your surrounding again. Made you aware of the hard grip you had on the body of the person who had pulled you through the barrier.

With a jolt of surprise as if you had been shocked by an electric static, you released your grip from him, quickly standing up with an utter of Thank you for saving your life.

Turning back towards the forest, the sight of the monster was no longer there. You were only left with the many pair of eyes looking at you with interest as they welcome a new half-blood into the camp. Another pawn of the gods in their game of life. But you don’t know that yet.

“Welcome to Camp Half Blood.”

Facing the voice of your savior, it was the first time you get to appropriately assess him. His appearance of dark curly hair slightly matted on his forehead, tall stature, and kind smile as he extended his hand to you in greeting. As if what had happened moments ago was that nothing out of the ordinary.

“I’m Luke.”

ii. He taught you to sword fight.

Two summers had passed since your first day arriving at camp.

One bead of the day Apollo claimed you as his daughter a few weeks of your first stay after you had helped saved and healed a child of Demeter from a cut, he received from a river stone during capture the flag. The bright yellow glow of the sun symbol bathed the riverbank of the camp as cheers from your now half siblings roared through the air.

Another bead from your second summer at camp. The summer you had shared your confessions with Luke under the blanket of stars, illuminated by the bonfire as you both sat together with the melodious voice of your half siblings leading the song. It was a shared sentiment with each other as you both vowed to protect and be there by each other’s side through anything. A sanctuary in the form of trust bonding you to him, blinding the absurdity of your fates in the world even only for a while.

“Get up, Y/N,”

Huffing out an annoyed breath, you took his outstretched hand as he pulled you back on your feet. Being the child of Apollo, you had a natural talent with the bow and arrow. The curve of the finger pads, and the slender shape of the arrow knocked on the bow string molded so perfectly into you. It was a natural talent in your blood thanks to your father. But with a sword, it does not resonate with you. Therefore, this was the third summer that Luke, being the best swordsman in the camp offered to teach you.

So, here you are with a wooden sword, surrounded by the dense trees as the audience as the son of Hermes handed your ass to you.

“You know what, I think I’m improving enough for today don’t you think?” truthfully, you were just finding an excuse to stop the training session earlier than usual as you dusted the dead leaves off of your clothes.

“You did improve, and I’m proud of you.” Getting back to his starting stance, he aimed the point of the fake sword at you again, with a playful glint in his eyes.

In a swift movement of a trained warrior, he moved behind you with the tip of the wooden sword softly touching the back of your neck, “What if someone tries to back stab you?”

Even if he’s not in front of you, your mind’s eye can form the face he was making. Proud to have tricked his opponent in a moment of distraction. You slowly turned around, he tipped the sword to your chest.

“If someone stabs you from the back, then they’re a coward.”

Raising your own sword to push his away from your chest, you took a few steps back and continued your battle stance once more.

iii. Defending Percy from Luke.

Colourful sparkles of the fireworks filled the sky. Each boom heard comes with it a bloom of neon flower lighting up the camp’s sky as the camp went into celebration of the return of Percy from his quest. Cheers of the campers made your heart full as you made your way through the woods trying to find Luke to join you near the bonfire for the singalong.

Though the sky was lit, the ground was shrouded by the darkness of the night. The weigh of your quiver on your hip, and the golden bow, a gift from your father on your back gave you comfort as you trudge towards the place where you and Luke meet up for lessons.

After the sun sets, he vanished from your bearings which was odd since he had promised you to help with the preparation of the celebration later in the evening. Knowing him, it was one out of three places he could’ve gone to.

“Luke!” calling out to him, your voice was swallowed by the void, absorbed by nature. You didn’t get any reply back.

Venturing further, his name caught on the tip of your tongue as you heard the metal clash of swords. Stopping in your track for a moment, you heard voices mixing with the clinging.

Luke and Percy.

Worry surged you forward towards the ruckus.

Horror filled your chest as you witness Percy slashing riptide to Luke. A sound of hurt came from Luke meant Percy had hit him.

Anger took over as you danced a move you’ve practiced and even more perfected overtime, your arrow now knocked on the bow, feet sliding at the end of your halt in front of Luke, shielding him from Percy.

“Y/N?” Both of them gasping out of breath from their duel. One in disbelief and the other, confused.

“Percy, what are you doing?”

Never in your lifetime would you had imagined a day you would turn your weapon against someone who you considered as your friend despite the little amount of time you had spent together. But here you are, eyes squinting to see him better in the dark. Fingers ready to release the arrow.

“Are you with him too?” His grip on riptide loosened at his side, looking up at you with a betrayed face.

“What are you talk-”

“Are you working with Kronos too?!” Percy’s accusing tone caught you off guard, causing you to lower your bow. Tilting your head as you let out a confused huh?

“Percy, you’re not making sense here,” Luke’s name died on your lips as you felt the cold tip of backbiter against your exposed neck. Eyes wide, you captured Percy’s eyes with his reflecting the same emotion as you, alarmed.

Déjà vu.

In the same forest, in the same spot, with the same person but with a different weapon.

Coward.

What was he thinking? What was happening first and foremost. Why were they fighting? It did not look like a practice session.

“Luke, tell me what is happening. Right. Now.”

As much as you were frightened, the overwhelming feeling of betrayal weighed heavier.

You were frozen.

“He’s working with Kronos to bring him back. To start a war. He stole Zeus’ master bolt.”

In the last sentence Percy relayed to you, you could feel the shift of the sword. So, it’s true?

Percy would not lie to you. But so would Luke. Right?

“Is that true?” Broken were your voice as you muttered the question to the person you called your lover.

The grip of your bow and the arrow returned. The muscles of your body tensed, ready to resume position.

“Y/N, listen to me, go back-”

The sword tip shifted again.

Taking advantage of this, in one swift movement you positioned yourself in front of Percy, the knocked arrow now pointing towards Luke instead.

What are we now?

The fireworks continued. For the first time tonight, you could see his face, illuminated by the purple and blue hues from the sky.

Hurt was what you saw in his dark eyes. But so was yours.

“You’re trusting him more than me now?” He raised his sword, swinging it to point from you to Percy. Eyes hardened.

“Why would he lie to me?” Why would you lie to me?

A scowl graced his face as you claimed that. The scissors that cut the string from him to you passed through.

Sensing the rising tension, Percy shouted your name as he shoved you to the side.

Luke raised his sword to swing down.

As you hit the ground, your arrow flew from your fingers, grazing Luke’s shoulder.

A hiss of pain and everything paused.

With Percy by your side, you on your back on the ground, supported by your elbows, watched as Luke held his shoulder with force. Red bloomed where your arrow had hurt him, breaking his skin.

You hurt him. But he had hurt you too.

Was this fair?

“I’m sorry,” came out weak to your ear. You didn’t event know if it had reached Luke or not. But he looked at you with much hatred.

Did he betrayed you, or you betrayed him?

“I’m sorry,” lifting yourself up from the ground, “Luke, please,” Percy helped you to stand.

Shaking his head, completely at lost for word, Luke walked back a few steps away from you as though you were the villain.

Of course, you had hurt him after promising to protect each other. But he also raised his weapon at you with the intention to hurt. Or was it to daunt you? To get you to back off?

Without another word to you, Luke turned his back to the both of you and launched himself into the rip of air among the ruined stones.

Your feet didn’t move fast enough. Your instinct wasn’t fast enough to reach him.

He vanished with your voice shouting his name.

Emptiness was what you felt as your knees hit the ground.

Numbness took over when Percy called out your name repeatedly.

Was this really happening?

Will you ever see him again?

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miracle ⋆ portgas d. ace x reader

summary: ace gets another chance

♡: non-canonical marineford events. gender-neutral reader. 1,200+ words. sfw content.

your legs shake with each step you take, the thick wood creaking at the contact.

the attempt to alleviate your panicked breathing has long since failed, causing you to seek the only person who could comfort you in a time like this.

you discard the idea of marco scolding you for disturbing ace right now, knowing the desire to see him proved to be too powerful.

you don’t bother knocking on ace’s door, opting to quietly sneak your way in instead.

he doesn’t even move when the light from the hallway fills his room for the five seconds the door was open, but after the battle that had just ensued you were sure he’d be out cold for the next week or so.

making your way over to the bed, you pick up the blanket he had discarded on the floor; a habit he had after particularly tough fights.

the springs of the mattress creak as you dip onto the bed right next to ace, even when he was sleeping, he still produced heat like a sauna. you throw the blanket over the both of you, snuggling up next to him.

thankfully, just being next to him is enough to ease some of the anxiety that coursed through your veins.

you face his bare back, his tattoo barely peeking out from the top of the bandages which were covering almost the entirety of his body.

your fingertips brush ever so slightly against the imprinted skin, his toned muscles gliding beneath your fingers.

with an arm wrapping around his waist, you inch yourself closer to him regaining comfort almost instantly.

as you press your head against him, you could feel his heartbeat through the back of his rib cage, the rhythmic beat sounds so peaceful; so calm. it was as if he had not almost lost his life nearly hours prior.

the intrusive thoughts that fill your brain are dulled out my ace’s heavy snores, but you weren’t exactly complaining about that and opting for the latter.

within the next few minutes, your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, a goal you couldn’t have accomplished without ace by your side.

just as you’re about to drift into a much-needed slumber, ace begins to stir. your immediate reaction is to let go; you weren’t exactly sure how he’d react to an unexpected guest in his bed nor how you’d explain to him why you were there.

as ace flips himself over to face you, his eyes part ever so slightly as you assume he’s trying to make out who the intruder in his bed was.

“y/n?” he mumbles, his voice raspy and low.

your immediate reaction is to panic, but with the procedures marco had performed and the sedatives he had surely used, you assumed ace to be groggy.

“i’m sorry, just go back to sleep,” you assure, smiling as you sit up beside him, pushing some hair back from his face.

ace nods and does as instructed, lying back down and shutting his eyes for a couple seconds. you almost feel like you’re in the clear until ace sits back up, stretching his tired muscles and runs a hand over your cheek. “can’t get rid of me that easily,” he jokes, rubbing his thumb over your skin.

without thinking, you lean into his touch, aching for the feeling of peace you had been seeking out. it was a reaction of pure desperation and though he didn’t say it, he needed it too.

“couldn’t sleep?”

weakly nodding, you do your best to put on a smile for him, but ace sees through your facade.

he doesn’t even bother to ask what’s bothering you, it’s the same thing that was bothering everyone the second you left marineford.

he holds out his arm, motioning for you to come to him. you lean into his chest, his lips finding their way to your forehead as he gently kisses the area. your arms wrapped around his bandaged torso, gripping him with as much force as you could muster.

you can feel his lips curve into a smile against your forehead, “i actually woke up the second you opened the door. i just didn’t say anything hoping it was you.”

“ace…” you cringe, dragging out the syllable of his name. his light chuckle rumbles in his chest as you look up at him in defeat, his tired eyes still so kind as they glance back at you. 

“i couldn’t sleep,” you reiterate from earlier, “i, i needed to…i wanted to make sure you were still here.”

you can feel all the emotions from the past twelve hours beginning to bubble up all over again, your voice quivering in response. “i couldn’t lose you, ace. i, i—i need you here…with me,” you admit, holding onto his arm as you break out into a gasping sob.

ace’s hand slip underneath your shirt, bringing you closer to his body as cries of his own fall from

his lips. his other hand runs through your hair, coddling your head to him as he shakily kisses your forehead once again.

both of your bodies shudder against each other as your cries are muffled by the other’s skin. your hands run over every inch of his back both bandaged and bare, still unbelieving that the universe had granted you such a miracle.

“thank you…” he whispers in between choked sobs.

only a stifled giggle falls from your lips as it felt like such an arbitrary thing for him to say right now. “like we wouldn’t come to save you— “

he removes his hand from your hair, now cupping your cheek forcing you to look at him. more of his tears threaten to spill as if his cheeks weren’t already drenched, his bottom lip quivers as he tries his hardest to speak. “no…thank you…for loving me.”

for the first time that night, your heart felt like it was about to beat right out of your chest, but this time it wasn’t from fear.

you glance between his eyes and lips waiting for any sort of explanation, though you knew you didn’t need one. there wasn’t anything you could say in response; you weren’t going to deny it and lie, but you couldn’t muster the courage to tell him the truth either.

“ace, listen…” you try to start, but he stops you before you get the chance.

“y/n, i got a second chance at life today. i’m not afraid anymore; i know that i, i love you…and i know you love me too.” he says it so matter-of-factly, yet so nervously.

you can feel his hand pull you with the slightest of force, you inch closer and closer to him as time moves slower and slower.

“please, say you love me,” he whispers as his lips brush against yours. you can feel the heat emanating from his freckled cheeks as his gaze alone pleads with you to give him the answer, he so desperately desired.

allowing your actions to speak louder than words, you lean in further and connect your lips together.

ace parts your shaking lips with his own, kissing you so delicately, unbelieving that this was reality and not some heavenly dream.

when you finally manage to separate for air, ace rests his head on your shoulder, trembling in your arms.

“i love you too, my angel.”

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Hate Sex - Childe NSFW (Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, edging, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling.

a/n: guys i need him so bad it’s not even funny….also not proofread sorry for spelling errors and mistakes

You met him through the traveler, but once you two met you automatically hated his guts, and god did he hate you as well. It was almost every time you met you ended up fighting each other, you hated how strong he was, and he hated how you endured and kept pushing forward. You hated how he knew how to get under your skin, and how he acted so innocently with you when the traveler was around. He hated how you acted so tough and the way you did your hair, and he hated the way you acted like you needed someone to properly handle you.

But what you both hated the most was how attractive you found each other. You denied your feelings for months, telling yourself it was just your body needing something to release too. But you couldn’t help the way you clenched your thighs under the table where no one could see when Childe would enter the room with that beautiful smile of his. The way his eyes would glare at you with hatred, god it turned you on so much. You couldn’t hide it anymore, you needed him.

“Really (y/n)? You’re so desperate.” Childe teased.

“Shut the fuck up Childe, you know you feel the same way. What? You don’t think I notice any of the things you do? The times you grab my waist to push me aside, your hands brushing over my thighs under the table..”

He only laughed at your little out burst, he’d never take things seriously. Something else added to the list of why you hated him.

“So, what’re you trying to tell me (y/n)? You want me to fuck you?” Childe asked, now standing insanely close to you.

You couldn’t answer, to embarrassed to reply.

The traveler—who arranged the meal—had already left the room to head out and finish a mission they were assigned. So it was just you, and Childe.

“Hello? I’m asking you a simple question.”

You sighed, “Forget it Ajax, I’ll just go find someone else to help.”

As you pushed past him you felt his arm grip your wrist, pulling you towards him against his chest.

“No. And how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me by my real name?” Childe said, tightening the grip on your wrist, causing you to let out a small yelp.

“I don’t know, Ajax.” You smirk, knowing itd piss him off more.

“God you’re such a slut (y/n). You want me to get all riled up so I can fuck you mercilessly, don’t you?”

Once again, you didn’t reply.

He scoffed, pushing your back against the table.

“Fine, you win.”

Soft moans escaped from your lips from the sensation of Childes warm mouth latching onto your neck, scattering his markings everywhere.

“I’ll destroy you (y/n), and i’ll make sure to take my time doing so.”

His words made you shamelessly wet, you wanted him to rearrange your guts anyways.

As he stared down at you with his emotionless blue eyes, you started back up at him through your thick lashes. You heard him mutter something under his breath, to quiet for you to hear, before his soft lips pressed against yours. Biting your lower lip, you gasped, gaining him access to explore your mouth with his tongue. Throughout your heated make-out session you didn’t even realize Childe had already snuck his slender cold fingers through the waistband of your lacy underwear.

You immediately started to grind your hips to cause friction, your hole was begging to be fucked.

“Keep doing that and i’ll stop.” Childe threatened as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Please..” You whisper.

“Please what? Finish your sentence.”

You hated that he wanted you to use your words, he’s probably getting a kick out of how vulnerable you were being right now.

“You know what I want you to do.” You say as you place your hand above his, guiding it towards where you needed to be touched most.

Watching as he hands moved underneath your underwear was so satisfying, if only he’d just plunge his fingers into your needy hole.

“I don’t actually, why don’t you enlighten me?” Childe smirked.

Cocky bastard.

“Fuck me Ajax, I want you to fuck me.” You say bluntly.

“What’s the magic word?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Ajax, i’m not your little maid that will do anything you say.”

“Fine.”

His hand pushed your head down towards the back of the table forcefully, causing you to have a stinging pain on the back of your head.

“What the f-“

“Quiet. Since you don’t want to tell me what you want me to do, i’ll just do what I want to do.” Childe said taking off his pants, pulling his boxers down with.

Your eyes widened at the size of him, and how was he so hard already? You’d definitely have to bring that up afterwards.

His hands practically ripped off your skirt along with your panties, leaving your lower half exposed, legs dangling off the edge of the table.

In seconds he gripped your hips so tightly you were sure it’d leave marks, and dragged your body towards him just so your hips were at the edge of the table. As he hoisted your legs over his shoulders you felt his tip press against your entrance. And before you could even say anything he thrusted into you so deep it felt like he hit your cervix.

“Ah- Ajax!” You moan out, throwing your head back.

He began to thrust into at an incredibly rough and fast pace, body bobbing up and down from each contact his body made with yours.

“S-Slow down- It hurts..”

Ignoring your words he gripped your waist even tighter than before, angling his hips to hit even deeper inside of you. His cock pounded against your sweet spot deliciously, sending you over the edge. Eyes rolling back, hands clenched against the table, you were sure you’d cum soon. Childe took notice of the way your moans grew louder and the way you clamped down onto him.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t cum yet.” Childe said slowing his brutal pace.

“No! Please don’t stop, feels so good.” You say through hitched breaths.

Childe chuckled looking down at you, you looked so beautiful with your hair already messy and sweat forming on your face, the way your breast were spilling out of your top. He needed to see them without anything covering it.

Continuing his slow, but deep thrusts, his hands lifted your top off to expose your beautiful breasts. The way they bounced from each thrust he did, how perky and soft they looked.

You felt his lips latch around your sensitive nipple, back arching and letting out a soft moan. He must’ve loved the way you mewled underneath him from the way his dick twitched inside of you.

“Ajax, faster please.” You beg, hoping he’d fulfill your wishes.

This time he followed through with your request, now returning to his original rough pace, making you see stars from each time he brushed against your sweet spot.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” Childe moaned out, throwing his head back.

Moaning out his name and incoherent words, you felt a familiar feeling bubble inside of you, begging to be released.

“Please let me cum..” You breathe out.

“Not yet, don’t cum until I say so.”

Who was he to tell you when you got to cum? Plus, you wanted to see what’d he’d do to you if you disobeyed him.

Smirking, you reached your hand down to mess with your clit to help you reach your high. And god did it feel good.

Childe immediately pulled out and watched as your release dripped out of your abused cunt.

Looking at him, his expression seemed insane-like. It almost made you nervous.

“Cant fucking follow orders, but when do you ever?”

Childe roughly flipped you over, shoving your face against the table. Aligning his dick with your hole, he thrusted into you immediately, filling you up oh so sweetly.

“Don’t wanna listen to me huh? I’ll make you regret that.”

His hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back, causing you to arch your back into him to help reduce the pain.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry!” You moan out, brain to mind-fucked to even sum up a good apology.

He only responded by gripping your hair tighter as his free hand fondled with your boob, squeezing it as if it was a stress ball.

In the position you were in caused him to hit even deeper inside of you, and you thought before he reached deep, but this was a whole different level. You could feel every vein and detail of his cock as he brushed against your walls constantly.

“Say my name.” Childe said leaning his head down close to your ear, his warm breath against you making you shudder.

“Ajax.” You whine.

“Again, louder.”

“Ajax!” You yell out, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes from the pain and pleasure you felt.

“So fucking good for me, you like it like this don’t you? Your back arched so perfectly for me, my cock thrusting into you, you fuckin love it dont you.”

His words were so filthy, so attractive. You could only moan in response, mind occupied at the fact you felt another orgasm coming.

“Answer me (y/n).” Childe threatened, tugging your head back more.

“Shit, yes! Ajax, I l-love it.”

“Good…”

He placed a kiss on your cheek before letting go of your head, instant relief filling your mind.

You felt him twitch inside of you once again, this time it signaling he was close to cumming.

“Please cum in me, want you in me.” You say with a breathy

You swore you heard him slightly whimper after your words, making you clamp down around him.

“I’ll fill you up, all the way up.” Childe groaned as his hips began to stutter.

His hand traveled down towards your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles around the bud.

“Mm, yes..just like that.” You say arching your back even more.

“Cum with me, (y/n).”

His words were all you needed, you immediately came at his words, cum coating his cock as a white ring started to form at his base while he continued to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own high.

Overstimulated, your body started to twitch as you constantly moaned out his name, you felt as if you were on cloud nine from how good he felt inside of you.

And finally, you felt him shoot his load inside of you, stilling his movements as he buried himself so deep inside of you.

“God I hate you so much…”

😁.

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[animethottywithnobody]

“You Fucking Vampire!”

~ Baji x Biting kink

CW: nsfw, dom! Baji, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used, a good bit of cursing, biting (obvi) 

WC: 1.4k

Synopsis: You and Baji have been dating for seven months and having sex for four. You both started things slow in your sex life but little by little you both incorporate things that each of you likes to see if the other would as well. After Baji was gone for a few days, he decided to come back and try something he thinks you both will enjoy quite a lot. 

AN: This is yet another rewrite and I truly feel like I’ve improved a lot since last year. Sorry for missing yesterday, it was just so crazy for no reason but I hope you enjoy today’s post. Also please remember all my characters are 18+ no matter what I write. 

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Second Person Pov

Baji runs his hand through his hair as he fucks into you, moaning your name as you throw your ass back to match his thrusts. Though he may seem all tough and hard, Baji is actually a giant teddy bear who never wants any harm to come to you… unless that’s what you want. Since you both started incorporating kinks or just general sexual preferences into your sex life, you learned that though Baji can make love like an expert, he can fuck even better with a dirty mouth to match his roughness.  

“Oh fuck baby. Keep squeezin’ my cock like that.” Baji groans, tightening his grip on your hips as he fucks you from the back. 

Baji had to do work for Mikey causing him to be away from you for three days since he didn’t bring you because it would’ve been too dangerous. He insisted that since it was such a long time that he had to ‘make up for lost time’. Which is just his way of saying he missed you a lot and now he was going to show you in one of many ways just how much he missed you.  

“Deeper Kei - fuck uh harder- just more… I need all of you baby, stop holding back.” You whine as you push your ass to take more of his dick and get closer to him. He’s never let you take his full dick before because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s a thick 8.8 inches long with a fat mushroom head to top it all off. 

He smirks softly since you only beg to take all of him when you were close to cumming though he could already tell by the vice-like grip you have on his cock. Honestly, he likes hearing you whine for his cock every time, makes him feel good to know that he could please you so well. Baji pulls you up against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you hold his arms tightly. 

The new position has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel his dick hitting places he never let it hit before. Your head falls back on his shoulder, allowing him to leave kisses in the crook of your neck as he slowly starts fucking up into you. He leaves light hickeys on your beautiful brown skin as he starts thrusting into you faster. Your moans grow as you move a hand back, tugging on his hair to pull him closer to you causing him to groan into your neck. He cautiously sinks his teeth into your neck, losing himself when he hears your tiny whimpers.

“Oh, baby. Tell me to stop. Please. If you don’t tell me now, it’ll be harder for me to gain control later.” He whines in your ear with such a submissive tone that holds so much desperation that you can’t help but moan. He slows his pace but switches to deep, hard strokes in an attempt to help you think but it does the complete opposite. 

“Kei don’t stop baby please.” You whimper as you run your hand through his long locks that almost reach his ass since he hasn’t cut his hair in years. Your desperate eyes meet his hungry ones, his eyes searching yours for any doubt or uncertainty.

Baji flashes a brilliant smile, canines in perfect view when he sees how sure you are of your decision. “Remember what you asked for my love.” He mumbles as he pulls almost all the way out of you before plunging his hips up into you, letting you feel what it’s like to fully take his cock. You tug his hair harshly as you let out a scream of both pain and pleasure causing him to bite your shoulder harshly. 

A hissed moan escapes you as he hits you with another hard thrust, throbbing inside you at the grip you have on his dick and his hair. He bites, sucks, licks and kisses all over your neck and shoulders, moving your head when needed. “Fuck imma leave marks all over your perfect body so you’ll always remember your mine.” 

A giggle falls from your lips from the possessiveness he’s showing since he likes to act nonchalant though you know he cares for the people in his life deeply. You massage his scalp gently while he massages your breasts, his thrusts getting faster and the biting getting harder. “Damn Kei, you tryna eat me or something? You fucking vampire.” You mumble through moans and whimpers because though he’s rough you like it. 

He pulls away with a loud chuckle bubbling from his throat before he kisses some of his bite marks. “You know I’d never ruin your beautiful skin… permanently.” You turn your head away shyly but he’s quick to grab your chin and turn it back towards him. “I love you, pretty girl. But I’m about to fuck the shit outta you.” All you get to see is a devilish smile before he pushes you into the mattress, ass arched up and his hands holding the fat of your cheeks tightly. 

He wastes no time fucking you into the mattress when his favorite song started to play, the sounds of your whimpers, whines, and moans flooding his ears. You feel like your orgasm is going to hit you like a bus as you try moving away and pushing your boyfriend because the pleasure is so overwhelming. Baji clicks his tongue and pulls you back, maneuvering his way to rubbing your clit and slapping your ass. “Don’t run from my cock princess. Take it like a big girl.” 

The sounds of your pleasure only make a victorious smile grow on his face as he rubs your clit faster. “Ah K-keisuke, please… oh fuck- baby imma cum!” 

He leans over you, kissing your neck as he continues hitting you from the back. “So cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess.”He whispers as his thrust gets harder and sloppier. His words push you over the edge causing you to cum all over his dick. You’re squeezing him so tight that his orgasm comes faster than he expected. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out to cum on your back and ass. He’s very careful that none gets in your hair since he got into trouble about that last time. 

You both pant softly as Baji gets off the bed and kisses you gently. “Stay still princess, I’ll be right back.” He walks to the bathroom, retrieving a wet washcloth before he comes to clean your back gently. “You did so good for me pretty girl, I’m so proud of you. I’ll wipe you off and get a bath ready for us.” You give him a lazy smile as he kisses your lips a few times. 

“I love you Kei.” He smiles wickedly and laughs as he walks back to the bathroom once he’s done. 

“You won’t love me once you see what you look like.” He runs to the bathroom and closes the door when he sees you jolt up from your spot to look at the mirror across the bed. 

“Keisuke Baji! I have work tomorrow!” The sound of running water is all you hear until he opens the door with an evil smile before he starts walking over to you.

“Hey be happy that I was gently today. You won’t be so lucky next time.” He whispers as he lifts you up, walking you to the bathroom before gently putting you in the tub. You glare at him the whole way there and cross your arms once you get in the tub. “Well grumpy, do you want me to come in or wash you alone.”

“Come in.” You mumble as you grab your vanilla bubble bath and add it to the water while he comes into the tub behind you.

Baji mumbles sweet nothings in your hair as he starts washing you both, making jokes every now and then about how your male coworkers won’t flirt with you anymore after this or about how you’re overreacting because the marks look pretty on you. He washes your hair and you wash his before you both get out, drying each other off as you both sneak in kisses or snarky remarks. 

“I love you Kei.” You smile with such peace behind your eyes.

“I love you more than you can imagine.” He smiles back with so much love behind his. 

#kinktober 2022 #black reader #black writers #black coded reader #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #baji x black!reader

[yourcousininawood]

Ten times out of nine, I know you're lying

But nine times outta ten, I know you're trying

So I'm trying to be fair

And you're trying to be there and to care

And you're caught up in your permanent emotions

All the loving I've been giving goes unnoticed

It's just floating in the air, lookie there

Are you aware you're my lifeline, are you tryna kill me

If I wasn't me, would you still feel me?

Like on my worst day?

Or am I not thirsty, enough?

I don't care about the lights or the beams

Spend my life in the dark for the sake of you and me

Only way to go is up, skin thick, too tough

'Cause you, you, you, you and me could move a mountain

You, you, you, you and me could calm a war down

You, you, you, you and me could make it rain now

You, you, you, you and me could stop this love drought

Nine times out of ten, I'm in my feelings

But ten times out of nine, I'm only human

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Feel like that question has been posed

I'm movin' on

I'll always be committed, I been focused

I always paid attention, been devoted

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Oh, already asked that, my bad

But you my lifeline, think you tryna kill me?

If I wasn't me, would you still feel me?

Like on my worst day?

Or am I not thirsty, enough?

I don't care about the lights or the beams

Spend my life in the dark for the sake of you and me

Only way to go is up, them old bitches so wack

I'm so tough, wassup?

'Cause you, you, you, you and me could move a mountain

You, you, you, you and me could calm a war down

You, you, you, you and me could make it rain now

You, you, you, you and me would stop this love drought

You and me would stop this love drought

[loveazumane]

—𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠.

summary: yami knew what your weakness was. and that weakness was him

warnings: nsfw. thigh riding. fingering.

word count: 1.3k

you were always so helpless and weak for yami sukehiro, the infamous captain of the black bulls. and although he was dense and oblivious, he knew this too. as much as you were strong and held no sign of fault, when yami did something as small as tapping you on the shoulder, you’d instantly melt and fall victim of his touch.

so when a mission came up and you were told that the enemy would play at your heartstrings by using your weakness as an illusion, yami was set on helping you surpass your limits. that meant there was going to be a ton of touching. and that brings you to your current situation.

you’re sitting in front of yami, cheeks and ears hot with both nervousness and excitement as he stares you down, a cigarette nonchalantly sat between the hold of his lips.

“you know you’re weak, right?” yami says. “you easily lay your heart on a plate just for a man like me.”

your eyes twitch a little. you knew yourself already, it wasn’t necessary for him to tell you that. still, you kept your mouth sealed and let him continue.

before speaking, he blows out a puff of smoke. “sit here.”

you see him tap on his leg and your eyes blow wide open. “w-what?”

“am i not speaking loud enough? seriously. don’t tell me you’re an idiot too.” yami taps on his leg once more. “sit here.”

you hesitantly stand and approach him before perching yourself on his lap. you’re stiff as you sit on him, wondering why you had to sit on your captain in a way that seemed as though you were together. yami, on the other hand, seemed to be relaxed. you wondered how he could be so easily nonchalant while you were about to lose every ounce of insanity you had.

“why... why are we doing this?” you ask.

yami glances into your eyes and you snap away. he sighs. “training.”

“i don’t understand how this would be training,” you tell him.

“ha? you freak out whenever i touch you and you get nervous when i talk to you--just like right now. seriously, idiot, if you don’t start getting close to me and feeling calm, you’d be a dead rat on the side of the street.” you feel yami’s large hand rest on your thigh and you jolt. “see. how are you going to face the mage who shows an image of me?”

he’s right. “so,” you cough, “what do we do?”

“what we’re doing right now.” yami’s hand travels higher up your thigh, causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. you shiver and try to move, but it only gives you a strange friction between your legs. curse the tight pants you decided to wear. when you were about to get up, in fear he would sense the burning arousal, yami holds you back by twisting you around so his thigh is pressed up against your core. “where do you think you’re going?”

you gasp and a moan slips from your lips. “i--”

yami lets out a chortle. “ha... getting all sensitive again? i’m starting to think i shouldn’t send you on the mission.”

“yes! i mean… yes, you should. i’m important to the team,” you defend yourself weakly.

“then for this training, i want you to try your best and not cum.”

your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when you hear the words that come out of his mouth. “what?”

yami’s eyebrows furrow in seriousness before pushing you down against his leg which makes you twitch and whine. “what? you can’t do something as simple as that?”

simple? you beg to differ. yami was a man you’ve been pining for since the day you met him. there was no way that you could hold back the reactions he’s willing to give you. in fact, it was close to impossible to not cum by his actions. thankfully, yami seems to get the hint by the way your expression is flushed.

“fine. as long as you can hold it back for a few minutes.” yami pushes you down again and you moan. “you hear me?”

you nod. “yes, captain.”

yami smirks a little before his large hands start caressing the side of your hips. before long, he begins to move you slowly, grinding your heated core against his thigh. you can barely compose yourself, trying your best to keep your breath steady and body steady as you hold his broad shoulder for support.

the cotton material that separates you from his skin is driving you mad, but the more he lifts you up and brings you back down has your mind blanking for a good long time that you can hardly focus. when you feel him flex his thigh, your pussy clenches and you fall against him.

“now… don’t be giving in too easily,” yami mutters.

you nod feverishly before sitting straight. the pressure against your core is too much, and whenever he flexes, it only puts stimulation against your clit. within a few seconds, you could have already come undone.

“look at me.”

your breath is caught in your throat. you hadn’t realized you were avoiding yami’s gaze this whole time. it was probably because you were trying your best to please him by doing as he was told. you wanted to show him that you weren’t as weak as he said you were to be. but the second he told you to look at him, you were practically trembling.

“look at me.” his tone was more forceful and you looked at him, straight into his dark orbs and your pussy flutters once more. “good girl. i like that you’re trying to be tough.”

you try to utter a word, but a moan falls from your lips instead. your toes curl and your eyes nearly roll back. it wasn’t because of yami’s leg pressing up your core. this time, it was his large and thick fingers rubbing against your clothed clit.

“w-what are you doing? i thought we were just…” you gasp when he dips his fingers under your underwear and his warm skin makes contact with your wet folds.

“battles are unexpected. sometimes you have to work with surprises,” yami says.

you try to keep your eyes locked on him but when you feel him slip a finger, thick and hot, into your dripping core, you tremble. you can’t hold it any longer. although it was just one finger, yami’s digits were incredibly thick and girthy, enough to have you stretched wide and nice.

“you’re so warm in here. and it seems like you’re going to cum. too fast even.” yami continues to provoke you, pushing his finger deeper until the palm of his hand caresses your clit.

“i—i can’t hold myself back any longer,” you tell him honestly, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

the knot in your stomach was incredibly loose, ready to untie and fall, but your determination to receive permission before you cum was able to keep it glued together. still, you weren’t sure how long.

“please… please let me cum,” you beg.

yami sighs. “mmm, fine. cum all over my finger.”

and he lets you ride it out until you cum, your body falling slump against his as you jolt from the incredible orgasm. you’re exhausted and twitching from the climax, but that doesn’t stop yami from lifting you up so you can try and stand.

you’re shaky and your legs are weak, but you do your best. you look at yami shyly and you feel embarrassment wash over you when you see him lick his fingers—the same fingers used to touch you at your most lewd area.

“tomorrow, we’ll continue again. you’re still weak.”

you nod and scurry away. behind you, you’re unaware that yami’s “training” was purely soiled from greed. he loved seeing you groveling and weak for him. he loved the effect he had on you. and if he could, he’d have you on your knees and sucking his cock until you can’t help but rely on his touch every single day of every single second.

you were weak, yes, but yami’s fascination over you made him even much more pathetically weak than you were.

𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚: velvet kiss

#black clover smut #captain yami smut #yami smut #yami sukehiro smut #yami x reader #🍎 — sour apples

[drakenology]

𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  ♡  𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : smut!, daddy kink, violence & mentions of blood, established relationship, dumbification, face slapping (politely), dirty talk, degradation, a pinch of knife play (he just cuts your panties open), exhibitionism, breeding kink, cum, fingering, swearing and size kink if you get a magnifying glass. 

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hey sexy bitches. This one’s for my Vice City event. I scrapped so many ideas to get here which is why I extended the due date for it.. Anyways! Enjoy, sluts. Daichi supremacy. 

He sat at the bar; tall, dark and handsome. He had this roughness to him, his hands riddled with scars and his face rocking one just above his eyebrow. He was one of your most handsome regulars. He always came in around 12 am on Friday, all blooded up and battered from god knows what. Tonight was no different. You sigh, taking in his strong arm that was now covered in bandage wrapping. You strut over to him, pulling your top up a bit to push up your breasts. 

“What can I get ya, handsome?” You ask charmingly. He looks up from his empty glass, his deep brown eyes soaking in your form. 

“Whiskey, neat.” He replied, smoky tone of voice vibrating against your ears as you bit your lip. 

“Comin’ right up” as you turn and walk away, adjusting your shorts after bending down to get his drink ready. His eyes trailed to your hips where your g-string sat snugly on those hips he often watched sway as you walked by to serve your patrons. Were you always this sexy? He never stopped looking at you as you poured him a drink, leaning over the bar to ask him something. 

“I swear every time you come in here you show up with a new injury. This is a bar, not a hospital. What the hell were you doin’?” You question, reaching a soft hand up to his brow as if to try and heal it with your touch. He didn’t even flinch either, almost leaning into your hand like a touch-starved puppy. You grab some napkins and wipe some blood from his leaking nose, tsk-ing at him as he sighed. He knew you’d give him shit.

“Got into this nasty scrap with some gang. One of ‘em tried robbing me.. I showed him why he shouldn’t have. His boys came after me and they caught me off guard. One of ‘em had a knife.” He admits. You flinch, looking at him in awe. What’s this guy into? 

“Be careful, Lui Kang.” You tease, sliding a glass of ice over to him from one end of the bar while you took some orders. 

Not even a few moments later, someone came up to you at the bar. This sleazy looking man with his hair gelled back so thickly it didn’t move as he craned his head to look you up and down. 

“Hey, sweetface. Get me a drink, will ya?” His voice like a natural irritant. You turn to him and take his order, your protective regular watching him closely as he sipped his drink. He hardly knew you; just some girl who worked at the sleazy bar he always finds himself licking his wounds in after a scrap. Still, you were always so nice to him; greeting him with a pretty smile, a cold drink and a conversation. He was just so used to violence, fighting for everything he has. He was grateful to have just one ray of sunshine. Vice City, nor his life had ever granted him that luxury. 

As you serve the man his drink, he takes a sip and makes this repugnant face. 

“Women. Not even good for making a man a fuckin’ decent drink.” He snaps, tossing the drink towards your direction; the glass almost hitting you. You scream as the glass shatters against the wall, your regular standing from his stool to give him a piece of his mind. 

“Fuck’s your problem, tough guy?” He spits at him, grunting when a fist suddenly meets the bridge of his nose. The thud causes you to jump, staring at the scene with wide eyes as your heart slammed against your chest. Of course you were no stranger to bar fights, but this? How could one man make violence look so tempting. You gasp as you watch him pick that grease ball up by his shirt and practically toss him out the doors of the pub. 

“Fuck off home, before I decide to kill you.” 

 He takes his seat back at the bar to find you cleaning up the mess, noticing your startled and clumsy movements from shock. 

“You okay?” He asked, concerned. You nod. As tough as you try to front to be, you were scared shitless. Though this wouldn’t be the first nor last asshole to grace your bar. 

“I can handle myself, ya know?”, putting up a front that you didn’t need his help. You were grateful. But he doesn’t have to know that.

“Sure.” He shrugged. “Remind me not to interfere, miss independent.” You stare into his deep chocolate brown eyes and lean closer to him. 

“What, am I supposed to thank you now?” You tease, taking a cherry and sticking it in your mouth. 

“It’d be nice.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at you. You giggle, leaning over to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek as a token of gratitude. 

“Thanks.” 

After that fateful day, you and Daichi were attached at the hip. He brought you everywhere with him as if his scene was safe and tidy. Most nights consisted of dressing his wounds after watching him roughhouse at his fight club. You never minded caring for him since you know he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. 

The life he lived, the way he made his money just to get by was terrifying and... exciting. You always came with him for his matches whenever someone had bet big money on him or if some assholes wanna settle a score. You always stood in the loud crowd as they watched, beer bottles and cigarettes littering the concrete ground. Daichi told you to always wear his name chain so that the guys knew who you belonged to, those dudes can get real handsy and Daichi would hate to have to hurt a friend. God, you were such a distraction. Daichi stared at you almost too long; dodging a swing of a knife as he took his opponent down with his bare hands. The crowd smashed more glass against any nearby surface to celebrate, the other half of the crowd booing and hissing. 

After he was declared the winner, he got his cut of the bet in cold hard cash; about a nice $200,000. Boy was he frisky after that. His big hands stayed planted right on your ass as he walked you both out and onto the streets to walk home. Your walks were always so peaceful after the boisterous and rowdy night. But tonight, Daichi wanted to claim the second part of his prize. He swiftly scooped you up in his arms, sitting you atop a car parked on the side of the steady street. He pulled his knife out from his back pocket, spreading your legs with his palm. 

“Better not make a fucking sound, baby. ‘Else everyone’s gonna hear how much of a whore you are for your daddy.” He grunts, taking the blade to cut your panties apart by the crotch from under your skirt. Your pussy was now on full display for him and quite possibly the ongoing traffic driving by. You shudder as the cold breeze hits your bare skin, looking at him with doe eyes - only making him want you more. 

“What? Don’t act like you don’t want it like this, babe.” his voice thick with lust as his thick finger reach up to pinch your nipples through your thin top. “God, look at these.” as his hands grope and squeeze the softness of your breasts. You’re moaning into the air as his lips kiss your neck feverishly, taking your top and lifting it up over your breasts. 

“You want my dick don’t you, baby?” He whispers into your ear, your thighs starting to tremble just at the low, brassy tone of his voice. You nod, your cunt fluttering as it starts to drip with slick. Your obedience has him feeling firm, the brunt side of his hard cock starting to grind against you through his jeans. You gasp, Daichi’s hands still pinching and teasing your nipples as his hips grind to make you feel good. You start moving your own hips to follow his movements, Daichi groaning as he watched you try and get yourself off. 

“Look at you humpin’ me like a little bitch in heat.” He spat, a whimper leaving your mouth as you start getting desperate. His hands stop your hips in place, his eyes seemingly dilated with a dark appearance. 

“Take it out since you want it so bad.. yeah, put it in for me. Work for it, slut.” He demands, tapping your cheek to keep your eyes focused on his. He slaps the other side of your face as he snapped his hips, this chubby cock seemingly splitting you open as you cry out. He starts off brutally, as if he weren’t railing you out in public in the middle of the night on some stranger’s car. You weren’t making the scene any more discreet with all your pathetic groans, your hands pulling at his shirt to hold onto something. Your mind became cloudy, panting and sobbing like a real whore. Daichi’s just enjoying the sight of you ruined underneath him, slapping you in the face once more to snap you back from your daydream causing you to gasp. The sting faded as his hand went to stroke the blow with his thumb, the rest of his hand lifting your chin.

“Look at me. Don’t cum until I say so, got it? I feel your greedy cunt sucking me up already.” He says, thumb pressing up against your clit just to make it harder for you to contain yourself. You feel your walls squeeze him, whimpering with every vein of this cock sliding in and out of your walls so addictively. Your hands claw at his back, drooling into his shoulder as you start trying to grind your hips to change the pace. He grunts and holds you still as he slides his thick cock in and out of you slower to tease you, smirking when you start to cry. 

“Pl-Please go faster, Da-Daddy, please, I can’t-” You whine, interrupted by a harsh slap to your outer thigh causing you to yelp.

“You can and you will. Daddy’s almost there, c’mon. You don’t want me to punish you out here, do you?” He coos, opening your mouth by squishing your cheeks together, spitting on your tongue and tapping your chin. You shake your head and try your best to take him for a little while longer, your slick oozing all over the hood of the car you were pinned to. As your eyes roll back, you feel Daichi’s cock start to throb intensely, a sign he was close. Relief was soon to come. 

“G’head and cum for daddy, baby. Want you throbbing for me, c’mon, you wanted to cum so bad.” Daichi urged, swiftly flicking your clit to help you. You cum in a flash, white lights shining behind your eyes as you scream his name. Seconds later he fills you, pumping his hot seed into your pussy before pulling out to watch it spill out onto the cold metal of the car. 

“Sloppy little whore.” He spits, taking his fingers to scoop it up and shove it inside you, pumping his fingers to secure it inside. You pant, your thighs trembling as Daichi hoists you up on his back to carry you the rest of the way home. 

Your eyes close, humming as you lean into his shoulder. A silent “I love you”. The walk was silent and safe, dozing off on Daichi’s shoulder as he trudged through the mean streets of the neighborhood you both lived in. 

#haikyuu!! smut #daichi sawamura #daichi smut #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu smut #.club specials 💗💋 #.vice city 🎲

[simplysimpingsimp]

heyo!! ur writing is really cool!! i was wondering if you could do a genya x reader drabble or just hcs-or whatever you wanna do that won’t stress ya out too much-about him coming home from a hard mission and just being clingy LMFAO

Hiya anon !! Thank you so much for requesting <3 it means so much :D and thank you so much for thinking my writing is cool T^T !! I love this request, it’s so cute 0: Genya is baby I love him so much (,: Please enjoy and I’m super sorry for any mistakes ! I hope you don’t mind it being written with gender neutral pronouns 0: I wasn’t sure if you wanted it like that, but please let me know if you want me to change them out to male or female, I dont mind one bit <3

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Genya x gn! reader

Pronouns: they/them

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𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

Once he enters the door the first thing he hears is their soft voice, “Welcome home Genya.”

the first glimpse of Y/n is then with their arms extended for a hug, he pulls them into a tight bear hug

He uses a final burst of energy to embrace them before exhaustion kicks in

“I missed you so much…” his voice trails as he buries his face into their hair and nuzzled his cheek into them in order to avoid crying

“T-Too t-tight,” they wheeze out with a light laugh as he loosens his grip and they are finally able to hug him back

They send him off to take a bath while they finish making dinner

with an embarrassed blush he’ll ask them if they could help him with it because it’s increasingly more difficult to move to which they’ll nod with a light blush on their face

They’ll support him as they make their way to the warm bath tub and they’ll turn around so he can undress and get in

The soft sigh of satisfaction is their cue to get started

They’ll absolutely pamper him with gentle washes of his hair and do everything possible to make him feel more relaxed — he might even fall asleep a little but the embarrassment of their touch all over his body keeps him awake

They let him finish up with cleaning and soaking in the medicated water and they quickly go finish making dinner

Dinner is all his favorite foods in excessive portions, he looks at the meals with glittering eyes and a blushing face

“You need to eat up to recover faster,” they would say with a bright smile and hurry him along to sit and feed him everything he can handle

His adorable blushing face AHHH he’s so cute TT

Usually they would sit across from each other at the table, but he ends up sitting next to them practically touching each other’s sides — not that they minded of course, it was nice to have him close by after all

After the meal, he was beginning to get sleepy but would not go to sleep until they joined him

Genya would cuddle them, he would start tense but he would ease into it when they would start gently caressing his cheeks whispering softly about how much they missed him

He would bury his face into their neck with his arms around their body

Y/n would stroke his hair delicately and hum softly to help him fall asleep

“I love you (y/n)..” would be the last thing he says in a dreamy voice before his breathing softened and he passed out

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𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰

They held onto his hand as he guided them into their shared bedroom. He had practically been attached to their hip since he returned home from his week long mission. From the new forming scars on his body, it was certainly one of his most difficult ones. They didn’t mind at all his constant affection or clingy actions, in fact they needed it. The constant worrying and fear that something fatal would happen to him would frequently linger in their mind, so when he stepped through the door, they were more than relieved and thankful that he had come back. That they had the chance to greet him with ‘Welcome back’.

The sliding door resounded in the quiet hall as they entered the room together, only the sliding door closing could be heard.

The thick and soft futon mattress had already been laid out, all of their plushest blankets and most comfortable pillows sprawled over so that he could begin his recovery from the tough mission he’d return from.

He had kneeled down onto the futon, bringing them down with him. Genya laid down, a sigh of content relaxation escaping his lips as his body began to enter an auto pilot mode. They laid down on their side beside him, looking at his closed eyed expression that seemed calm and serene, contrasted by the scar across his face.

Y/n couldn’t help but admire his relaxed form. His expression was always so angry and furrowed around others and yet that would always change when they were present. Genya always seemed more approachable as he’d no longer have his eyebrows furrowed in a scowl rather he’d have a small smile on his face.

He opened his eyes, turning to his side, catching them staring at his face lovingly causing a warm blush to appear on his face. A blush formed on their face from the realization that they had been caught.

They looked into each other’s eyes, e/c enveloping a dark toned purple with love and sweet unspoken words.

Genya got closer to them, arms wrapping around their form as he brought his face into their neck. They giggled quietly as they felt his hair lightly tickle their skin.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke into their neck, his warm breath gently brushing against them.

“I missed you so much too,” their voice was soft as they stroked his hair delicately.

The embrace was soothing to both. Their worries regarding being away from each other melted away. Genya felt at peace being in their arms, knowing that he could now focus his attention even for a few days on them and that he knew that they would take care of him. Their warmth always calmed him down, feeding that touch he lacked as a child. A blissful feeling of both their heart’s connecting and reconciling following the lost time is what brought him the most joy. The sweet light touch from their fingers always made him smile as he felt the protection and love from them. The simple grazing of their skin against his was enough to leave him happy.

“Could you sing that lullaby for me? I’m starting to fall asleep,” his own voice was quiet and sweet, a stark difference from his former and occasional foul mouth.

They nodded as they got into a more comfortable position, Genya adjusting along with them. His head now resting on their shoulder with his arms wrapped tightly around them, while one of their hands gently stroked his hair.

Quietly they began to sing, a light smile forming on Genya’s face as he nuzzled his cheek against their shoulder one last time as he closed his eyes.

“I love you Y/n…” his voice dreamily trailed as his eyes closed and yet his grip around them didn’t loosen.

“I love you too Genya,” they smiled as they did their best to place a kiss on the top of his head.

ᴇɴᴅ

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NUISANCE | chapter 1 (or, human walls and steak fungi)

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pairing.

| lawyer! jeon jungkook x lawyer! reader (feat. ex! kim taehyung)

summary.

| all you wished for was a relaxing two weeks in a big ass boat eating some big ass shrimps, away from the real world. but instead you’re stuck with your arch rival with no means of escape — and goddamit why does the bastard smell so good

tags.

| the spice has commenced; POUTY JUNGKOOK???; hunky jungkook?; jungkook?; jungkook in a suit; a LOT of jungkook; pouty reader; stressed out reader; use of the words dick and cooch; use of the word satan (to refer to kim seokjin ofc); KIM SEOKJIN IS THE REAL MAIN CHAR; poor joon is a victim; JUNGKOOK WEARING EARRINGS AND BRACELETS; taehyung is nice (?) (¿question mark?)

a/n.

| this writing was sponsored by red bull, alcohol and fantasies of casual jungkook as well as jungkook in a suit. also, jungkook’s smile is described as tight lipped bc his signature smile appearing is important to the story. also i wanna know y’all’s thoughts on tae. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY THANK U FOR THE COTINUOUS SUPPORT AND LOVE, I WILL CONTINUE TO GIVE MY BEST AND THANK U FOR READING MY STORY <333

Having once spent a sleepless night reading Dante’s inferno, you were well aware of the fact that there are 9 layers of hell.

Though, it seemed the old man had forgotten about the tenth circle: Anywhere with Jeon Jungkook.

Since the first time you met him, you never had any reason to believe that he was a humble character. He had always looked at you from the top of his high horse and he took much pride in trotting on it.

As you, Jungkook and the receptionist wait for the elevator, the air thick with discomfort, you look at the man in front of you and remember that first time.

Your head is invaded with the memory of you in your Hello Kitty pajamas, adorned with grease and all, as you worked on a divorce case that causes you migraines to this day — love is a bitter bitch. It must’ve been past midnight when you and Jin were chewing away pizza slice after pizza slice at the office.

Then, there’s a knock at the door.

“If that’s Namjoon I’m literally going to fire you,” you bark at Jin as you hold his leftover crust on one hand and a document on the other.

And Jin, being the smart ass he is and knowing you wouldn’t survive a day without him, gets up from your leather couch without a word and opens the door, launching himself at none other than Kim Namjoon.

You roll your eyes at the love birds while wondering when the fuck their honeymoon phase was gonna end. You were so sick of them.

“Y/N,” Jin calls you from your desk, urging you to come to the door and once you’re beside him, this time with a cup of coke in your hands, “Can you keep them entertained for a bit? I just gotta grab Namjoon’s meds.”

Before you could say no, the little devil was already running off to his own cubicle, leaving you alone with the all familiar Namjoon and a very much not familiar stranger.

You lean on the doorframe without uttering a single word, sipping on your drink as well as the stranger — Sure, looking back at the moment you kinda just wanna punch yourself in the cooch and tell yourself to get a grip, but you weren’t blinded with hatred at the time, and also not blind — because it isn’t every night that a man clad in a charcoal suit and an unbuttoned shirt, comes knocking at your door; not to mention his watch dazzled under the artificial light and he held the blue tie in his hand with just the right grip.

You’re snapped out of your daze when the man goes from checking the time to whispering something in Namjoon’s ear, covering it the same way eight year olds cover their own secrets, and he laughs. This would all be good and well if he hadn’t looked at you with such appall in his eyes the moment before, the look still clear as day in your mind.

You're reminded that your makeup was probably smudged from all the times you had rubbed your eyes, your skin oily from the tiresome day and you were wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken the insult so personally, but you did.

“I’m here,” Jin is back, a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder as the other one passes him a lunchbox of cold medicines, “What did I miss?”

At this you look up from the pitiful ground, pulling Jin back to your office, and accidentally spill (or throw) your coke at the stranger. You watch in delight as he looks at his very expensive looking suit drenched in a sticky brown, utter terror in his eyes, inhaling the wonderful moment for a second before shutting the door in his face.

The consequences of your actions: an almost two-year long rivalry with the stranger, revealed to be Jeon Jungkook moments after the incident when Jin asked, “Did you just throw your drink at Namjoon’s boss, you crazy bitch?”

And that wave has rippled to this day, in the form of insults and high-school level teasing (if his brain had even evolved to that age). The words “I’ll have you all to myself’ comes to mind; it makes you puff with exasperation. Sure it comes off a little flirty to unknowing ears, but it was just another reminder of Jungkook’s dismay — and that he had an all new access to torture you.

You attempt to shake the ick from your body, but in a trice you found yourself in front of the suite, the four floors you travelled to get there seemingly a glitch in time.

Isabelle scans the room card in front of the handle, handing it over to Jungkook after the green beep. “This is your room!”

You shove Jungkook aside, pulling your trolley as you enter. You had seen the pictures before, but seeing the grand room before your eyes in all of its shades of brown and gray dispersed throughout the walls and furniture, the intricate branch of lights in the ceiling and the panoramic ocean view that gave it its name; it made you forgot who you were sharing it with for a moment.

When you turn around, Jungkook is as wide eyed as you, and it makes the corners of your mouth lift ever so slightly because he looks like a fucking dork.

“Well,” Isabelle is smiling and you could sense her relief of not having to deal with the two of you anymore, “If you need anything, me and the rest of the Royal Sunrise team are available at all times, have fun!”

And just like that, she made her escape, leaving you and Jungkook standing in the middle of the room, alone.

For a moment you shut your eyes as hard as you can, scrunching your face with your fists up, in hopes that a miracle happens and Jungkook disappears. You have been having some odd dreams lately, maybe this was just—

Nope. He’s still there.

Since his eyes seem to have wandered too far, you call out his name to bring him back to earth, crossing your arms when his gaze lands on you, “We should probably talk about a few things.”

He drops the backpack from his back as he nods.

“First of all, the sleeping situation—“

“Yeah, I already thought of that,” he walks to the (very cramped) couch on the other side of the room and pats the armrest, “I’ll take this wonderful bed.”

You look at him with quizzical eyes, wondering how the hell was he of all people going to fit there. But it wasn’t really of your concern if he wanted to get scoliosis, he had made his decision.

“Plus, you need beauty sleep much more than me.”

What a waste of oxygen.

You shrug off his words, immune to his childish remarks at this point, “Okay, then. Next on the list, eating arrangements.”

At this point he’s picking up his things and placing them in his territory, “Why is that on the list?”

You move closer to the windows, a little excited when you see the balcony — you would use it to either push your roommate into the cold ocean or catch up on a few books, tough choice. “Because the tables are arranged by rooms.”

You felt the confusion in his eyes poking at your back, so you turn, “That means that we need to share a table for the next few days, dipshit.”

Jungkook shakes his body in agony, throwing a tiny tantrum, “Why is that even a thing?” He whined.

When you feel a headache coming, you grab your own luggage and place it on top of the bed, opening it up and digging in the pockets for a little bit of liquid luck. God knew you needed it.

You down the sample of Jack Daniels in one go with a bitter face and a blow of air.

“Really?”

You start picking out your pajamas for the night, “I was saving it for when I’d find a hot stranger by the pool but—,” when you look up and see the mess on Jungkook’s couch, you’re taken aback, “What in the world is that?”

Jungkook’s hands are rummaging through the jungle that were his things, and it’s obvious that he just shoved as many clothes as he could find lying around the house. He grabs hold of a white tee, “What?”

Again, a waste of—

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH.”

In the roll of an eye Jungkook’s torso is fully exposed, his back turned towards you with all of its bumps and mumps looking right at you. And you only become aware that you are staring when Jungkook notices the lack of a comeback, pointing it out with a smug tone.

“Y/N,” he doesn’t turn but he snaps you out of your stunned state all the same, “I can practically hear you drooling.”

At the very next instant you cover your eyes, just as little kids do when an inappropriate scene comes on the TV. “You wish, jackass,” and it comes off a little shoutier than you expected, as if the lack of visual correlated with the volume of your voice. Blindly, you grab your shirt and shorts from the bed and run to the bathroom, which just had to be on Jungkook’s side of the room.

And things take a turn for the worse when you run into something, and that something is warm and firm and breathing.

“Uh—.”

Pain.

You convince yourself it was just an invisible, Jungkook shaped wall they failed to mention on the website and fling yourself to the bathroom door, finding the handle rather quickly from all the adrenaline.

Once you’ve slammed the door shut, you let your back slide against the wooden slab and your ass hit the marble floor.

The clothes are still in your grip, your left hand feeling your overheating cheeks and for a tick you think that maybe, just maybe, you should throw yourself into the water and let the sharks take you so you could be buried at the very depths of the ocean. It seemed like a better fate than whatever the fuck was awaiting you the next two weeks.

You take a deep breath in, letting your mind focus on something else.

You look around and, oh, wow. Even the bathroom was charming — if you could ignore the absurd amount of windows, any sea creature passing by would surely see more than they should — glass making up all of the walls, including the shower’s.

The exposure that surrounds you, in its own weird way, cleared up your head the tiniest bit and for the first time since you’ve arrived, you were able to think, only the ocean and its blue around you now.

And what would be your first course of action after a glimpse of clarity?

Calling that rat bastard assistant of yours, of course.

You stand up and place your phone atop the hazel counter after clicking contact name ‘Twinky’, out of fear you’d smash the damn thing when you hear his voice, smoke was bursting at the seams of your chest. Prepare to meet your end, Kim Seokjin—

“Good evening, Ms. Y/N. For what reason are you contacting me in the midst of your vacation?”

Breathe in, breathe out. “Don’t get all formal with me, Kim,” you’re wagging your finger to no one, “I know you did something. Confess.”

The obnoxious twirling of Jin’s chair could be heard through the speaker, “I’ve no idea of what you could possibly be talking about, Madam—“

“Confess.”

“Fine, fine,” you could picture Jin putting his hands up at your murderous tone, “Me and Joon just thought it was about time you two kids got together.”

You take a pause from your pacing around. Motherfucker.

“Okay! I thought it was time and convinced Namjoon to go along with it,” your fist meets the counter with an audible thump, and you were seethed at the probability of Jin smiling at your behaviour. “Speaking of it, how’s it going?”

“Well, Jin,” you place the microphone as near to your mouth as possible, “JEON JUNGKOOK IS TAKING OFF HIS CLOTHES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROOM,” you put on a docile face and naturally assume that Jin could see you telepathically, “So you tell me how it’s going.”

For the first time since you hired him, you had left Jin speechless. Or so you thought.

“I didn’t know you would move this fast—“

“Jin.”

“I apologise, I apologise,” the witch cackles, “But you didn’t give me any context, I only assumed the best.”

“Spare me from your taunts, you hag,” you huff and roll your eyes, “And, as I’ve told you many times before, Jeon Jungkook is literally the worst. I hate—.”

“—him. Yes, Y/N, I’ve been hearing the same speech every single day for two years,” you could hear Jin walking back and forth before an abrupt pause, “Listen to yourself, Y/N, you brought this upon yourself. Whenever you saw or just remembered Jungkook existed you wouldn’t stop talking about him. So, being the good friend I am, I handed you his—,” you rush in a failed attempt to muffle his next words with your hand, “—dick on a silver platter.”

Oh, dear lord.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I wanna be anywhere near Jungkook’s—,” you speak in a hushed tone, “—thing.”

“See, you can’t even say it,” and you give up, because no matter how many times you denied it, Jin never let up. “Anyway, I gotta go and… take a call. Have fun!”

And he hangs up.

All you can do is groan, making a mental note that you oughta kick Jin in the balls one of these days, and you look at yourself in the mirror — you couldn’t even enjoy your tacky shirt because of him. Was a normal vacation really too much to ask for?

You remember that the universe had already answered your question with a big yes, and you can’t help but pout.

Still, ever the changing mind, were you really going to let the universe win?

Your pout turns into a smirk. Of course, you weren’t. All you needed to do was avoid Jungkook as much as possible, that would be easy for sure, you were on a gigantic cruise ship after all.

Yeah, this can still be great.

And so, quick to think as always, you grab your phone and scroll through the Royal Sunrise website.

To your luck, the cruise offered classes and activities of all types with a different theme each day — tomorrow is cooking. Not only was it going to be actually entertaining, you could avoid Jungkook without having to look behind you every other minute.

Genius.

With this new mindset and plan, you change into your oversized navy shirt and banana-printed shorts, a newfound excitement in your step. You even bang your chest with each of your fists, a gorilla-esque fighting technique if you shall, as a way to pump you up.

The door doesn’t seem as intimidating when you push it open, your arms swinging at your side as if you were one of the seven dwarves. This was good.

Immediately you're met with the vexing view of Jungkook, and you quirk your eyes when you notice that all he was wearing was a pair of gray shorts and that white tee, the oddity of it all iffy in your head since you’ve only ever seen him in suits and shirts. There’s a familiar tingling of (what you always assumed was) contempt in your fingertips and toes, one that would only ever occur with Jungkook. Hatred finds a way, huh.

He looks at you, back to his phone and back to you all in one second, and once his brain processes that you’re back and present, he ditches his phone and props himself up on one elbow. “You know the walls aren’t that thick, right?”

The tingle turns into a twitch and you almost hit yourself. Breathe, Y/N.

Jungkook sits up, crossing his arms, his eyes wandering once again, “I knew that Namjoon was planning something. He was sweating so much, I thought it was just the heat,” and they land back on you, “Turns out, it was betrayal.”

You head to your own king-sized resting place and a chuckle slips out of you at Jungkook’s little remark. “You did hear that Jin was the one who dragged him into this, right?”

You’re both pulling your covers over your bodies with silent grins due to the dumbassery of your assistants, “I assumed as much.” At this, your smiles become full-out laughs and your heads must have been too exhausted to dwell on the out of character situation.

It fades after a few seconds and you take one final look at Jungkook before turning off the lights, only to make sure he was already laid down.

Your anxiety comes back to the surface, your eyes staring blankly ahead at the ceiling.

“What a mess,” you don’t even notice you had blurted it out loud.

The rustling of sheets sounds through the otherwise cricket-silent room, “Tell me about it.”

Another chuckle.

“Jungkook,” you call him, the words coming out with no warning, “Can we just promise, no monkey business? I just really wanna relax and—.”

“Y/N,” he stops you before you could yap any further, “No monkey business.”

His interruption makes you sheepish, that tingle coming back as you fiddle with the sheets.

All of the sudden, “Good night, Y/N.”

Silence.

“Don’t be a killjoy.”

Groan. There really isn’t any reason for you to answer the prick. Still, you roll your eyes, “Good night, you troll.”

You hear his pleased sigh.

“Kinda bummed you don’t want my thing, though.”

Damn you, Kim Seokjin.

Your eyes flutter open, not with the calming sound of the dancing waves or the rustling of the sheets beside you from a happy hour mistake, no. You wake up with the sound of the shower running, the drip drop of the water meeting the glass floor of the bathroom.

The walls are very thin.

The image of a very naked Jungkook just next door is forced into your head, and you try to get rid of it by putting a pillow over your face, in hopes that it would put an end to your misery, but the world only gives a hundred problems and zero solutions.

Sat up, you remind yourself of the fresh-new mindset you had implemented yesterday, and this motivates you to restart your morning right and get dressed for the busy day ahead.

You squat down to your bag, grabbing the first jumpsuit and shoes in front of you, surprisingly not too shabby. The black off-shoulder fabric was adorned with pale pink flowers and your basic white sneakers didn’t add much but they were still a welcome fit — you’d only brought three pairs of shoes, so you didn’t really have much of a choice.

The background noise of the shower running disappears.

Shit.

You stumble around the room, trying to switch out of your clothes as fast as you possibly could to avoid any of yesterday’s incidents repeating, the need of any sort of grooming forgotten along the way. Still, you succeeded, and just as Jungkook unlocked the bathroom door, you were out of the room.

The joy in your step was back as you took the few steps needed to the elevators, pressing that little button of victory. Though you’ve been to countless luxury premises, the details of each place still managed to leave you awestruck, and the black railing and golden walls of the ship with decoration clearly inspired by the Romans, weren’t an exception.

The elevator was going from the sixth floor to the fifth when you heard a door open, the hairs of your back standing up out of instinct.

“Wait up!”

Fuck me.

You turn to the left, met with the, once again, odd view of Jeon Jungkook wearing casual clothes, this time in a charcoal shirt a few sizes too big, black cargo pants and signature chunky shoes. But, there’s something even more strange and you can’t quite put a finger to it, it isn’t the fact his lavish watch was replaced with leather braids on his wrist or that his hairs strayed a bit more wildly, it’s—

“Holy shit,” your eyes shoot wide open, “Are those hoops?”

Your hands almost go to touch the silver in his ears, but you remind yourself you’d probably turn to stone.

An unfamiliar red paints Jungkook’s face as his own fingers prod at the earrings, his eyes not meeting yours, “Maybe.”

A gasp. “How did I never notice,” you state more than ask, but Jungkook answers all the same.

“I mean, I never wear them to anything work-related because keeping a professional image and all of that,” he looks at you, his bashfulness fading into an all-knowing smile, “And those are the only times I see your bitter face.”

You scoff, “Wow, actually we talked like normal people for a whole thirty seconds.”

The imp has the audacity to laugh at your face, the way he stops to scan you up and down going unnoticed by your sight. “I gotta say, Y/N, you actually know how to dress—“

Ding.

The black tinted doors open to the glass elevator, a panorama of all the ship’s floors in full display, blue and purple lights reflecting on the gilded ornaments. Your hands rest on the black railing and you don’t even notice there’s another person in the elevator.

“Y/N?” The deep timbre of the voice is all too easy on your ears.

A slight turn to the right is all it takes to see him, fluffy ash hair (that was rough between your fingers from all the times he had dyed it), a shirt that flowed like the clouds and beige slacks that matched with the sepia of his sandals (an ensemble that contrasted the vibrant version of him in your memory). But that square grin was still the same.

“Tae?” You laugh in utter disbelief, “Kim Taehyung?”

“Come here!” His long arms bring you into a hug and with your head nuzzled against his chest, his heartbeat echoed good times, easier times that weren’t filled with paperwork and suits.

It’s interrupted by your forgotten acquaintance clearing his throat.

You pull away, recomposing yourself as you stand beside Taehyung, “Jungkook, this is Kim Taehyung,” you feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, “He was kind of my college boyfriend.”

They shake hands and look back at you, as if waiting for something.

“Uh— Right. Tae, this is Jungkook, my—,” you glance at the brunet to find the right words, “—co-worker, of sorts.”

Your embarrassment only deepens when you remember that the Jeon Jungkook was a first-hand witness to the mess you were melting into in front of your ex-boyfriend.

Who needed caffeine when shit like this kept happening to you.

“Oh,” Taehyung’s voice drops an octave as he shoves his hands in his pockets, “So you two came together?”

And you wave your arms around to signal a ‘no’, but it comes off as ‘that-one-crackhead-at-the-corner-of-the-street-ish” instead. “God, no,” you snort, much to your chagrin.

Taehyung sticks his tongue between his teeth, staring down at Jungkook who was chewing on his own bottom lip, “That’s good to hear.”

It seems you’ve regressed to your college-self, tucking your hair behind your ear with blushed cheeks at your senior.

Ding.

The elevator had arrived at the first floor, Jungkook’s cue to leave.

But he doesn’t make a straight itinerary, instead standing in front of the elevator, “Aren’t you gonna catch breakfast, chump?”

Ah, right. Your genius plan could finally come out in the open, “No, actually. I have an all-day cooking class on the 5th floor.”

“No kidding,” Taehyung turns to you and places a hand on your bare shoulder with a wide smile, “Me too!”

At this, Jungkook’s shoulders slump and his expression falls flat, but you couldn’t get a word in as the elevator doors closed and he swiveled away to his own day.

Eh, it’s not like it was your affair anyways. Plus, 9AM wasn’t the hour to deal with his bullshit.

You and Taehyung made your way up, speaking of all the things you’ve been up to for the past three years.

“So, Jimin’s dancing in Europe,” you gasp, a swell of pride in your chest, your old friend would talk about it every free night he spent in yours and Taehyung’s flat.

“Yeah, now I don’t know who’s keeping an eye on all the dumb shit he does.”

The weight on your shoulders only got lighter with every laugh you shared with Taehyung, sweet nostalgia.

“We’re here,” you point at the chalk sign, the words ‘Bon Appetit’ scribbled on it.

Out of sheer intuition, you pull Taehyung by the wrist until you reach the entrance, a Royal Sunrise worker awaiting with a list of, what could only be, the names of the participants.

You let go of Taehyung when the man’s eyes travel to your holding hands. Oh, God.

He smiles, “Good morning, Mr. and Ms. What would your names be?”

“Good morning, I’m Y/N Y/LN,” your smile hadn’t left your face, “I signed up yesterday.”

He nods and you walk inside, Taehyung following you before the worker puts up a hand to stop him.

“Your name, sir,” his tone changes..

You look back, wondering what the fuss was about.

“Uh— Kim Taehyung.”

The man reads over the clipboard, even flipping to the previous pages. “Excuse me, Mr. Kim. But your name doesn’t seem to be in the—.”

Taehyung’s calm demeanour becomes a bitter scowl as he pats a fifty dollar note down the man’s pocket before he could continue his speech. “Just let this one slide, buddy.”

The sight is a bit rough on the eyes and the corners of your lips turn downwards, something itching at your throat, but you hadn’t seen him in a long time and he most likely had good intentions with the man, you could let it slide, right?

“So,” Taehyung rubs his hands with a smile that reaches the pillows of his eyes, a 360° from the him you saw a few seconds ago, “Where were we?”

The blue of the sky had faded into a deep lilac once you and Taehyung were finished with your last batch of food.

You stood outside with smiles plastered on your faces and flour sprinkled on your hair, reminders of a day well-spent.

“This was great,” you held boxes of chocolate crepes and mushroom pasta, “Except for the fact I was forced to eat and deal with mushrooms.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows pull together, “So many years together, and I didn’t know you hated mushrooms,” you remember telling him countless times, but he never had the best memory — you don’t bother to bring up your hatred for crepes. “But, yeah… I think it was the company that sealed the deal, though.”

A beat of silence. The boy was smooth as ever.

You’re the first to break it. “I guess I’ll go get dinner then.”

“Right, right,” he purses his lips, “I’m gonna catch a nightcap, too full for food anyways. See you, Y/N.”

And you only mumble a small goodbye before you and Taehyung are going different directions.

A day well spent indeed.

Grumble.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Holy Moses, were you hungry as shit. Who knew that barely eating breakfast and lunch could do this to a person.

Once the coast is clear, you run to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly because why is this thing so fucking slow.

The time taken to go down to the first floor is even more agonising, but you just imagined the wonderful meals that actually tasted like food waiting for you downstairs. You could feel the pork melting in your mouth already.

Ding.

Since the first floor is more packed, you pace yourself as you power-walk to the dining area but you arrive in no time, walking through the tables and scanning each marker for the number 83, until you finally find your salvation — and the mop of brown hair sitting there with its unmistakable silver.

You park your ass on the wooden chair and place the white boxes of gag-worthy food on the table.

“Fancy meeting you here, Y/N,” Jungkook shoves a fork of rare steak and potatoes in his big mouth.

“Don’t antagonise me, Jungkook,” you leap to grab his wrist before he can get another scoop, “Where’s the food?”

You feel him tense under your grip, “Okay, let go of me, hungry hungry hippo,” you loosen your fist and lean back on your chair with crossed arms, “And the restaurant is out of steaks for the night, your only other option is some fried fish or something,” he continues munching.

“No—,” your head meets the table with a bang, “—I’ve been dreaming of red meat all day.”

“Didn’t you cook at— you know, cooking class?”

“Yes, we did,” you sit up and shove the boxes of trash to Jungkook as he examines them.

“But, you hate mushrooms and crepes,” he turns his head in a robotic motion when he opens the lids.

Your hunger fades for a bit as that tingle in your fingertips pushes you to sit straight, leaning your head like a curious puppy.

“How do you know that?”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he seems to think of a response. “Well, you mentioned it at the Law & Practice Awards a few months ago,” he rubs his fingers on his chin with a feign look of concentration, “I believe your exact words were: ‘Why does the stake have fungus on it’ and ‘Everybody knows that crepes are just a—.”

“—a cheap version of pancakes,” you finish his sentence with surprise painted on your face. Still, you question him, “But, how do you even remember that?”

Jungkook’s flush is back on his cheeks, “As they say, keep your friends close,” he flashes that tight lipped smile of his, “And your enemies closer.”

Just as you were about to flip the fucker off, your stomach grumbles. Out of all of the moments it could’ve complained, it decided to do so in the only second of silence.

Jungkook mumbled something along the lines of “That’s it,” under his breath and let out a sharp exhale, cutting up his steak and taters and pushing them into a smaller plate, adding a few greens in the mix. He snaps his fingers at the nearest waiter and grabs a glass of wine from his tray. The act finishes off with him pushing the food in your direction.

You stare at the food, at Jungkook and back at the plate again. Dumbfounded, once again.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Eat,” he continues on with his dinner as if he hadn’t just done— Well, what he just did.

You bite your lip and bow your head slightly, though you’re sure he doesn’t see it, before vacuuming the food directly into your belly.

The rest of the evening is spent in comfortable silence, no daggers threatened to be thrown or scorn weighing in the air. This lasts all the way to the door of the room; you were fine with communicating with only ‘hums’ and nods but Jungkook, as always, had to ruin things.

He leans his back against the white door, arms crossed and a smirk as he looks down at you. “How lucky of you to have your mortal enemy and—,” he puts up air quotes, “‘kind of college boyfriend’ in the same boat as you, huh?”

You palm your face and hide a sheepish smile, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

“How could I when I was your special guest to first hand embarrassment in the elevator,” he waves the white flag of peace as he puts his hands up, “But, hey—“

“Hi, Jungkook,” someone behind you purrs, heels clacking.

You turn around and see a woman of jet-black hair in a stunning red silk dress, the pony-tail on her head swinging a delicate left to right as she waved her manicured hand at none other than Jungkook — who brushes a hand through his hair before complimenting her greeting.

It takes you by surprise, though you laughed at Jungkook’s gnarly stance at the beautiful woman, the tingle comes back, this time prickling at the pit of your stomach.

As soon as she had walked away, you rubbed your hands at the sides of your arms, “Wow, Jungkook. Moving fast are we?” you squint your eyes, “I think it’s the earring.”

“First of all, screw you,” he unlocks the door, “Second, that’s nothing, trust me.”

He holds the door open for you and you catch a whiff of his black vanilla scent. You stop in your tracks and place a hand on his shoulder with a grimace on your face, “Just don’t do anything on my bed, okay?”

You don’t bother to wait for an answer as you head to the bathroom with your comfy tee in your hands.

This time, the counter was embellished with skincare and cologne galore, all thanks to your dear roommate.

“He wouldn’t notice if I used some of this, right?” You say to Jungkook’s bottle of cleanser, too lazy to go back and grab your own toiletries.

“If you use that I’m drowning myself,” you hear him shout from the other room.

Sorry, face. You’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

Once you were snug in your tee, you were off to bed — Jungkook in the same attire as yesterday as well.

You leave the lamp on as you checked your phone for the first time since yesterday. Of course, Jin was your only notification, a plethora of obscenities and questions that would, unfortunately, be permanently ingrained in your mind forever. You turn off your phone and throw it on top of the night stand.

Not today, satan.

“You mind?” You ask Jungkook who seemed to be scrolling away, too engrossed in his phone to look at your finger pointing at the light, only a grunt on his behalf.

You turn it off and shut your eyes, your body tense, not that you weren’t used to it, the decaying muscles of your back have been like that since you graduated high-school. And, it was a bit more intense from all the mixing and pot handling — thank the heavens that tomorrow’s activities involved massaging. Though, today was a win.

Jungkook’s phone turns off and his body sloshes around, the sounds he makes the only ones reverberating in the room.

“Good night, Y/N,” you try to ignore him, but he comes forward with a good case, “Come on, I gave you my food.”

Guilt tripper.

“Fine, but only because you’re annoying as shit,” he lets out a satisfied breath, “Good night, Jungkook.”

You arrive at dreamland in no time.

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daddy dom pt.2

Headcanons on the types of Daddy Dom Toshinori, Hizashi, and Fatgum are. 

All three of these men are underappreciated. 

Warnings: Daddy Dom relationship, (the rest is only mentioned, there’s no real detail) punishments, slapping, spanking (with and without a paddle), anal play, ball gags, handcuffs, and rough sex

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori’s been exposed to dominant play in sex, but it’s never captured his interest. Sex to him is sensitive, sensual, and intimate. The harsher side, slapping, choking, and anything close to rough, he is more than unenthusiastic towards. He can’t find pleasure in pain, even if the pain gives you pleasure. It’s caused so much heartache in his life, and he truly can’t bring himself to incorporate it during a time that’s supposed to be passionate and loving.

However, he isn’t opposed to being a Daddy. When you bring it up, he reads about and talks to you about it in detail before making a decision. He doesn’t mind being dominant. In fact, he quite enjoys being your protector, someone who you can confide in, who you can snuggle up against, sheltered in his arms while he pets and kneads your body. He’s your number one supporter and shields you from the stress of the world.

Toshi is the sweetest Daddy. You’re his sweetie, his sweetheart, and his sweet girl. Whatever catches your eye, he keeps in mind to buy for a present because he overindulges your every whim. He has money. He has the necessities. He rarely buys himself expensive, lavish things, which means he has plenty of money to spoil you with: books and movies you’re interested in, new clothing and jewelry, that adorable stuffed animal you reluctantly walked past, board, card, and video games, lotion, blankets, etc… 

He dislikes punishment and so very rarely uses it. It’s at most a light spanking to get your attention. Daddy prefers positive reinforcement and talking to you about your misbehavior. That way, you can understand who important listening is, especially when it comes to his rules. You shouldn’t eat too many cookies because it’ll upset your stomach. You shouldn’t leave clothes and books strewn across the floor because someone could slip and fall. You shouldn’t cum before he permits because he is your Daddy and listening to him is important. The second you apologize, he’s back to caressing and kissing you.

You should always try to wear Daddy’s favorite colors. It gets you more cuddles and compliments. Anything in lilac, baby pink, and soft cream draws his hands towards you like a magnet. Panties with cute, little bows are a cherry on top. Wear a cream dress at home. Your lavender panties can be seen through the thin material. From across the room, you can feel his eyes. He’ll eventually tell you to come and sit on his lap. He massages your sides as you rest on his shoulder. If you want, start grinding. Your gradually wetting underwear informs him of your arousal. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of it for you.

For bedtime, he has a soft spot for cock warming. He absolutely loves falling asleep when you’re connected. He’ll lay down. You just have to straddle him and slip him inside. Don’t move. Simply lay on his chest, kissing his collarbones and neck, drowsily mumbling how and why you love him. His hums of love warm your body. His breath warms your skin. As you start to drift off, his arms cushion you safe and sound- your own little safe haven. 

Soft sex is the norm. Daddy’s respectful, attentive, devoted, and eager to feel the heat of your body. Each easy thrust pushes deep, stretching you to fit him perfectly. Don’t hide your face or moans. They urge his hips to forage for more. When you’re fussing because you’re right there, he speeds up, kissing you profoundly, fiercely, whispering in his amorous, baritone voice, “It’s okay, Sweetie. Let yourself cum. Daddy’s right here. Daddy’s right here.”

Because of Toshi’s physical health, he isn’t able to have sex as frequently as the other guys. But he still pampers you plenty. He’ll buy you a pink vibrator to circle your clit with. You can ride his bare thigh, spreading your wetness over him as he guides your hips. He’ll watch you hump a pillow and cry out for your Daddy. He’ll finger you till you’re satisfied. He just wishes you to be pleased however, and whenever you need it. 

Rough sex isn’t exactly rough sex. But you do get to ride Daddy however you want. You can bounce excitedly or grind hastily or buck in sheer, vulgar heat. His compliments mix into groans the more you ride. He sucks your breasts. He spanks your ass. He grips your thighs until his nails nearly cut skin. It’s the time for you to have your fun and make Daddy feel pleasured like he always does for you.

Yamada Hizashi

Straightaway, Hizashi knew dominance was something he wanted. He likes leading and commanding someone under him, probing, inspecting, and licking every part of them. When you start a relationship, he opens up to you, wanting to know what you do and don’t like, and his interests are shared back.

You’re his one and only baby girl. No one else gets that name but you. You’re his teddy bear, snuggling you at bedtime. He shows you new places, feeds you new foods, and gives you new experiences you’ve never had before. Your joy and delight is the epitome of beauty. He strives to see it in your eyes and smile as much as possible.

On top of being his baby, you’re also his little experiment. He does everything to you, in whatever way he wants: fingering your ass, slowly spreading you wider and wider, praising your patience; having you ride two dildos at once as he watches your breasts and expressions; forcing you to stand still with a vibrator deep within you, unable to cum or whine or even move until he’s completely and utterly satisfied. No matter what it is, he just likes having fun and thinking of new ways to make you squirm.

When he’s out and about, go onto his laptop and search for whatever you want. Do those panties look incredibly comfortable? Add it to his cart. Is that necklace calling your name? Add it to his cart. Is that cute glass wand something you want to play with? Add it to his cart. He’ll buy them all. And the second they arrive, you better use them. Wear only the panties and necklace. Lick and rub yourself with the dildo. Show him just how much you enjoy the presents.

One thing you can do to help your Daddy relax is to let him suck your breasts. Hizashi hides his stress well. When he’s abnormally snugly, burrowing his head into your chest, hibernating under the blankets with you, it’s stress. Take off your shirt, and he’ll attach to your nipple. It’s not sexual. Something to nurse on is soothing for him. Daddies need comfort too!

Hizashi is super playful when he’s in his Daddy mode (not that different from his usual self, but he’s more hyperfocused on you). Keep in mind that that doesn’t mean he won’t discipline you after any mischief. If you don’t follow the list of rules on the fridge, fun Daddy goes away and it’s punishment time. His go-tos are timeouts, no phone, no Tv, early bedtime and, as much as it pains him, no cuddling.

When you’re being really disobedient, his voice lowers, grating his throat, vibrating his chest. It’s definitely provoking. His spankings even more so. As he stuffs you full of anal beads, you begin to think it isn’t even a punishment. But then he blindfolds and ties you up. You’re left all alone in the bedroom, in the cold air, can’t see, can’t move, only able to feel the toys gorged deep inside you for hours. If you fuss, he comes and puts a ball gag in your mouth. It’s best to wait it out until he’s convinced you’ve been appropriately disciplined.

Punishments often transition into rough, fast, dominating sex. You’re still bound and gagged and stuffed as his thrusts start. Let him hear your helpless whimpers. Let him listen to your drenched, lewd sex every time he sinks deep. He spreads you wide open and fondles you however he wants. Don’t be a bad girl. Grant him ownership of your body. It frequently ends with him cumming in your ass and plugging it with a butt plug. Keep it inside because the punishment isn’t over.

While he does enjoy the rough and tough, Daddy also values slowing down, kissing your body, and gifting you with plenty of loyal, loving rapture. You can choose the position: do you want to ride him as he kisses you? Or do you want Daddy to draw out his time on top of you, thrusting deep and intensely, giving you all the pleasure in the world? Either way, he makes do, nuzzling your neck, squeezing your thighs, praising his baby girl for everything she is.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Taishiro is naturally so playful and so willing to experiment. The way he unconsciously praises his partner is a hint to his inner Daddy just waiting to come out. He sighs, ‘that’s a good girl’ as you blow him. He groans, ‘good job, baby’ as you cum. He grunts, ‘you’re taking me perfectly’ as he releases, thick and heavy, inside you. All you have to do is whimper for your Daddy and from then on out, that’s exactly who he is.

Baby, baby girl, little girl, good girl, Daddy uses them all. You’re his major weakness. He’s your biggest cheerleader, your safest space, your confidant, the one you can run to when you’re upset, overwhelmed, excited, and scared. He never wants you to feel alone. It’s a Daddy’s responsibility to ensure his little girl feels respected and heard, and he always assures you’re loved.

Daddy loves bathing you. He sits beside the tub and washes your back. He’ll coo loving praises as he cleans your body thoroughly. The plush washcloth and soothing soap brushes feather-light across your shoulders, down your back, and between your legs, making sure you’re neat (and cute) as a button. After you’re wrapped in a huge, fluffy towel and carried to bed where you’re slowly patted dry. Then he bundles you to his chest for sleep.

Compliments your ‘pretty pussy’ all the time. It’s Daddy’s and it’s beautiful. When he’s watching TV and the mood strikes, he slowly lays you down, lifts your dress, takes off your panties, and fingers and stretches and strokes you to his heart’s content. But he won’t let you orgasm. And you can’t complain or touch yourself. You can only lay open for his pleasure. He delights in your tongue sticking out, searching for something to suck on, and your glazed-over eyes silently begging for him to give you so much more.

Tai is definitely the type of Daddy who likes to be comforted now and then. He tries to hide his insecurities so you don’t worry. But he deserves the care and attention he’s always showing you. When he’s fidgeting with his clothes, ask him for some skin-to-skin cuddling. Kiss his stretch marks. Sigh or sing for him. Just woo his beautiful, handsome heart.

Cock warming is one of his favorites. It can be a punishment when you’re back talking or not listening. He makes you sit there for hours, your wet, swollen lips around his cock as you squirm, trying not to touch yourself. Then when he finally finishes, that’s it. You don’t get any gratification for misbehaving. It pleases the dom part of Daddy Dom. He also uses it whenever he misses you and your body. You sit on him and relax against his tummy, softly kissing, gently stroking him as both your arousals drip and mix together.

Rough sex means you’re going to get controlled. Cute, pink nipple clamps go on, handcuffs restrain your wrists behind your back, and a paddle will spank your ass raw. The paddle has little hearts in it, imprinting the designs onto your sore skin. Every thrust jerks your body, bearing his weight brutally into you. Every clit slap arches your back, harsher and higher. Every little sound you make will be praised, earning you more and more spankings. As you cum, the thrusts keep on coming, fully intent on making you orgasm until the sheets are soaked.

But when you finally collapse, Daddy tenderly releases your hands, gently lifts you, then carries you off for a warm bubble bath. If you ask, he’ll most certainly join. Arms will cradle you perfectly to his chest. Lips kiss all over your shoulders and chest, cherishing your scars, idolizing blemishes, worshiping every inch. He wants you to know and feel how much he treasures you, especially after particularly rough sex.

To start soft sex, Daddy expects you to sit on his face. Grind as his tongue tastes all of you. You have to cum on his face at least once before proceeding. That’s his one rule during lovemaking. Other than that, you can ask for anything, and he’ll oblige. Holding you close, he walks you through every orgasm, asking, ‘how much do you love Daddy?’ With how highly he coddles and comforts you, it’s indescribable. 

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Wet Dreams - George Weasley 18+

18+ 

Hi <3 

Hope everyone is okay :)

This was requested so I hope you enjoy it! (I’ve deleted the inbox with the request cause I messed up the post, praying you got a notification for it before I lost it 😩)

Please let me know what you think, requests are open <3

Female Reader 

Warnings: unprotected sex, daddy kink, orgasm denial, spanking

Minors DNI

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George and Y/N were tucked up in bed at the flat, Y/N had her left leg over his hips whilst her arm draped over his chest with her hand on his shoulder, her head was tucked away in his neck. His left arm was wrapped around her waist, hand spreading over her hip. 

George was sleeping soundly until he felt Y/N move her hips against his thigh, he kept his eyes shut and pulled her closer, thinking she was just uncomfortable. He was close to falling back asleep when he felt her hips move against him again, this time a small whimper left her mouth at the contact. 

“So big Georgie” she mumbled into his neck, her hand starting to grasp at his shoulder. George opened his eyes and looked down at her, her hips moved slowly against him, he couldn’t help but smirk down at her. He could feel the damp patch on her panties against his thigh. God the feeling alone and the sound of her moans had his cock hardening in his boxers. He lifted his hand to tilt her chin towards him, he placed a soft his to her lips, quickly grabbing his wand and flicking it to turn the bedside lamp on.

“Wakey wakey angel” he mumbled against her lips, her eyes fluttered open and a light shade of pink painted her skin. 

“W..what time is it?” she stuttered, still flustered from her dream, she tilted her chin up at him and pouted her lips. 

“It’s early angel, you woke me up” he leaned down to kiss her, “you were moving a lot baby, were you having a dream?”, Y/N got redder, her eyes shifting from his down to his chest. She nodded her head and traced circles on his chest. 

“Oh yeah?” he questioned and sat up against the headboard. “C’mere and tell me what you were dreaming about” he patted his hand on his thigh, right where she had been grinding against him. 

She scrambled to straddle his waist “was just dreaming about you daddy, s’all” she started to leave little kisses down his jaw and neck. His hands gave her hips a quick squeeze before he rested his hands on her arse. 

“Oh yeah, what was I doing?” 

“Just giving me kisses” she mumbled against his neck. George ran his hand up her back, down her arm and back up over her stomach and chest. His hand wrapped around her throat and pushed her back slightly. 

“Are you lying to me angel?”, Y/N tried to shake her head no, her eyes wide as he glared at her, jaw clenched. 

“‘M gonna ask you one more time, are you lying to me” this time she tried to nod her head against his hand. “Next time tell me the truth pretty girl, can you do that? That way I won't have to give you in trouble.”

His hand that wasn’t around her throat lay a harsh smack on her arse “now tell me about your dream”, his tone sent a shiver down her spine, “cause I know my kisses get you wet angle, but never this wet” his hand moved from her arse to rub her softly over her underwear, “so tell me what happened and we can make your naughty little dream come true”. George felt his cock harden even more at the feel of her wet pussy all for him.

“Mmm… well you were fucking me daddy” a little whine left her lips when George pulled his hand away. 

“Oh yeah, what position baby? Show me how I had you whilst I fucked your tight little pussy” Y/N moved off of his lap and got on all fours, her feet resting at the end of the bed whilst her back arched.

“Like this daddy” she looked over at George, a cheeky smile on her face “and then, you flipped me over like this” she turned onto her back “you held my hands up here” she placed them both above her head “nd your other hand played with my pussy, daddy” 

George couldn’t help but grin at his perfect little angel. He stood up at the edge of the bed and ran his hand over her thighs, “can I take these off?” Y/N nodded eagerly at her boyfriend. He pulled the sunshine yellow lace down her legs and placed soft kisses to her calves. “Top off and then I want you on all fours”. Y/N got onto her knees in front of George and slid his shirt off of her body while he took off his boxers. 

Y/N grinned as she lifted her hips into the air, a loud yelp leaving her mouth when a hard smack met her backside. “Fuck daddy, ow” she pouted back at him and he did it again. 

“You gonna lie to me again angel?” his tone was full of authority, a third smack hit her arse “You know I’m not very patient baby”. 

Smack.

Smack. 

The fifth made her cry out “no daddy...won't lie again, promise daddy only the truth”. Five more quick fire smacks hit her arse before he kneaded at the bright red flesh. 

“Good girl” George crouched down behind her and ran his finger along her slit and down to her clit, rubbing soft circles on the delicate bud. “How did I fuck you in the dream baby? Rough or soft?” his finger teased his entrance. 

“hard and deep but also quite gentle” she looked at him over her shoulder, pushing her hips back to try and create some friction, her cunt aching for his attention now. His finger teased her before he brought his finger to his mouth. 

“Mhmm so sweet, always taste so good, don’t you” 

“Yes da...oh fuck” Y/Ns moans filled the room as George thrusted two fingers into her dripping cunt. His fingers moved perfectly inside of her, each and every time, grazing the sweet spot that makes her see stars. 

George kissed the back of her thighs, the feeling of her walls clenching around his fingers made him want to cum there and then. 

“You getting close angel?” he questioned 

“Yes daddy, feels soo good” her legs started to shake so George stood up to wrap his arm around her waist. 

George pulled his fingers away, “tough”, Y/Ns whiney begs filled the room. 

“Please daddy”

“Promise I won’t lie again”

“Please let me cum”

“I need you daddy”

“Only you can make me feel good” 

George gripped his cock, spitting on the tip, running his saliva over his cock before spitting on his fingers, running them over her entrance. 

“Please daddy, promise i’ll be...fuck” George slammed is cock inside her and pounded into her, hands gripping her hips so tight that he would definitely leave bruises. 

“Fuck daddy youre so big” she moaned into the mattress. George smirked, the sentence feeling very familiar. 

“So big and you take it so well don't you baby” George tugged her hair and pulled her up so her back was against his chest, “fit around me like you were made for me...fuck” he groaned and kissed her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. 

His arm moved from her hair to her waist, keeping her still against him. 

“m’close” George watched her carefully, her eyes heavy as she bit her lip. “Gonna cum” he smirked to himself before pulling out and letting her go, her knees buckled below her. She dropped to the mattress, chest heaving as she was flipped onto her back. George stood above her with his arms folded. 

“You didn’t ask me angel” George climbed on the mattress and wrapped both of her legs around his waist “you need my permission kitten, remember?”. Y/N nodded as she pulled him down for a kiss, George ran his cock up and down her entrance, teasing her by pushing the tip in before quickly pulling it out. 

“Please” she mumbled into the kiss “I need you”. George pushed fully into her, both of them moaning into the kiss. George built up a steady rhythm as his hips met hers. He was much more gentle this time, kissing her sweetly whilst he fucked her. 

“So tight” he rested her forehead on hers “I love you” he groaned out quietly before kissing her again. 

“I love you too” her walls clenched around him, bringing George closer to his own release. He laced his fingers with hers and brought it above her head whilst his other was brought down to play with her clit. 

“You always fuck me so good” Y/N’s back arched at the contact, “can I cum please?” her nails scratched down his  back. 

“Of course you can, cum all over my cock baby” he kissed her again, their lips parting as her mouth hung open, loud moans leaving her mouth along with George's name. Her legs shook around him, whilst her head fell back against the pillows.

“Gonna cum baby, where do you want it?” his hips stuttered slightly.

“Fill me up daddy, fill me with your cum” after hearing that George filled her up, thick white cum coating her walls.

The two stayed together for a few minutes before George stood up, “wait here, don't move”. Y/N did as she was told, looking over at the clock 6.03am, it really was early. 

George came back through and lifted her up bridal style, he walked over to his drawers and grabbed a pair of sweats for him, a pair of her shorts and two of his tops. He walked them through to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet seat. He shut off the tap to the bath and checked the temperature of the water, “perfect”. 

He grinned at her cheekily before lifting her into the bath, sliding in behind her. “Thought we could go for breakfast after this? Then a movie day?” he asked as he used a cup on the side to run water through her hair. 

“Sounds perfect” she hummed as she leaned into his touch. 

“I think we should recreate your dreams more”, Y/N didn't have to see him to know that a shit eating grin covered his face as a soft giggle left her lips.

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johnny silverhand x fem! V [reader]. 

summary : johnny and you both want this, a physical exchange to feel relief. 

warnings : smut, nsfw. rough unprotected sex. swearing. 2.5k words. no spoilers other than johnny’s status.

notes : something new! next to zero plot, just some good ol fucking each other’s brains out smut. I had a lot of fun writing this, might write some more fics for him if readers are interested. enjoy! feedback appreciated as always. also! i’d love to read some johnny fics if you have recommendations :)

She’s slipping away, day by day by day.

Exhilarating, exhausting. The steps under her feet hurt, they mock. With each dragged, littered breath trudged out her lips, she crumbles. Crumbles in what feels as if the boneyard of a dream; the debris of a reverie.

She hurts, she needs relief. Something temporary to match what swills inside.

Relief that would come in something more than amber kissed crystal glasses, something stronger than the wash of bitter liquor searing down her throat. Alcohol feats in her head- but so does he.

He feats in her head, he’s taking over. Day by day, by day.

“Hey highness, why don’t you make yourself useful and get more smokes.”

His voice comes in loud barrels, thuds of lightening that crash in her veins. It’s sharp, pronounced. Gravelly, a contrast, disparity to her quieter, mellower one- one that caused a ruckus to be heard for the entirety of her being, to be remembered.

Yet, it hadn’t gotten her far. She’d been far from what she’d dreamt.

       Her voice, her quiet, broken voice that plead to be heard.

He stands crisp, muscled back brave against the cold metallic wall. Broken drags and hostile exhales haste out his throat, the tared smoke serving as a dire remembrance of what he used to be.

Real.

“Gonna move or what?” Strong, cynical. The tone he spits is rough, pessimistic. He’d come as a parasite, something humane no more, driven by a dream, a delusion. His delusion, he’d use her for. There’s no affliction in his voice, no compassion. His voice registers dimly through the rumble of her own agony.

Somewhere along blurred lines, parasitic growls became usual; anticipated.

It’s tough being angry at someone who hears you.

And somewhere along the dreary lines, he’d felt it too.

It’s tough being angry at someone who sees you. Sees someone, the world had long forgotten.

Her voice comes in sharp daggers, strident. “Shut up.” Long for relief brews in her nerves, threatens to overtake. Threatens to destruct. “Shut the fuck up for one second” She growls, a low huff under her breath. The burn is breaking her, the yearn scorches inside long empty walls.

He knows too, he senses the deliberation inside her. He feels it in cold, chilled ghastly bones. He could help her, and she could help him, with something more than the mission at stake. Something sinfully bigger than the dream.

Something to feel human, again. He walks, a hologram that leaves louder, heavier steps than anyone she’d known prior. She feels a tingle; a twitch in her skin ignites, she feels a dark warmth.

It comes from him; it calls from his body.

“You’re an asshole. Nothing more.” She pierces, the toxins fall her lips, a desperate attempt to keep him away. Keep him out.

The drags of his steps thud louder in her head, the shift of his holographic form closer. There’s a hoarse gravel in his throat, something so negative, yet so familiar. So painfully familiar. He lives inside her, he’s all she’s began to remember. “Cigarettes make me feel something.” The cool air that stings the nape of her neck sends a shiver down her spine. “Something fucking real for once.”

“Fuck off.” She spits, avoiding a sworn intense gaze. Her stare in the abyss out the distant paned windows causes a churn in her mid, something sickening. A quiet realization falls, creeping.

“You’re taking over me.”

A chuckle off his mouth, a smirk curled to his thin taut lips. “We are bound.” He growls. “And I am owed.”

Chained; she reminds herself. You are chained, shackled to him.

“You’re owned nothing.” She grits. He watches the way she tenses, visibly burning.

In his hallow shell of a mind long forgotten, he’d undressed her a thousand times; watched the way she slept so vulnerably, thought of the way the threads that hug her body like a lover could peel off so easily. So sinfully. “Can’t help but wonder what this pretty pussy of yours could make me feel instead.” A growl emits his throat, stocked fingers finding their way palming thin fabric shielding her cunt from prying gaze.

And the touch that registered leaves her panting. His touch, something she’d never felt before, was real. He was real. This ghost that drowns in her every thought was existent as day, dark as night.

“You want me, as much as I want you.” His voice comes in drowned out waves; the long inside her body for something physical slowly enveloping. “Fucking say it.”

She dreams of relief, of release. She dreams of good, pleasure that could wash her lungs; quench the burn. She dreams of something more than the familiar scald of liquor sent in cascades down her throat. She dreams of something physical, something filthy to satiate relief.

Sex starved, she succumbs. Sex longing, he smirks, and smirks,

       and smirks.

Stop, says her mind.

Go, haunts her body. Let him use you the way you’ve always wanted.

“Fuck me.” She mutters, breath rugged, crisp desperation rung on shade stained lips. “Fuck me. Now.”  The words rip, long pent frustrations urge. He’s far too appealing, perfectly groomed beard and lengthy locks raven on his mane; toned muscles, cryptic bolded ink litter his skin. Deep-rooted ink bedecks his un robotic arm, and she sighs at the way his smirk induced lips crawl at her neck. Lingering kisses, gentle bites leaving faint purple bruises to her delicate skin;

Something about the way he speaks, the way his touch held the power of a million fucking bullets.

Unmatched, unprecedented.

Cold and stoic, his bionic hand plants to her chest, above the valley of perfectly plump breasts. Slowly, he guides, her body finding refuge on her bed covered in a sea of soft sheets and cottoned pillows. The same bed, where she knew he’d fuck her into oblivion, now that she’d asked.

A fire burns in his belly, a smoke that matches lustrous eyes roving and bulging pants. Through brown leather, the outline of his impressive cock causes a gulp in her throat, the anticipation tightening in her ached cunt, long yearned for the fruit of any friction. “Take everything off.” His shallow voice demands, and she watches the way he palms a throbbing cock shielded from her gaze.

Johnny was equipped, experienced; expert to say the least. He knew well how to please a woman, how to mix the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. If there’s one thing groupie affairs taught;

all pussy is good, but only few, came heavenly.

He’d known since he’d saw her, since their first encounter. There’d been no place he’d wanted to be buried guts deep, no place as tight, warm, inviting than her cunt. Her movements follow obliged, skimpy cloth and thin bottoms tugged off for his view. Amatory lace bottoms and a matching bra unhook through the brittle fingers of her hands; her eyes never leave him. The way his prying eyes dig into hers, piercing. He palms, and strokes, cold hands moving to unbuckle a heavy belt that falls to the floor with a dense thud.

In the chilled air of the futuristic room, a cold shiver pecks at her skin; inch by inch a warmth blazes inside. The anticipation of what Johnny would, could do to her. He could destroy her.

He could ruin her, with every thrust.

Much to his splendour, her bare breasts sit perfectly swollen on her chest, pert, hardened nipples vibrant with tint. Silky skin, perfectly dewy. She was a fucking goddess in her own right; a sex siren his cock pulses for, in dire need. A flush to her skin ignites, visibly frustrated. “Haven’t been fucked in a while, have you.” He states firmly, less of a question than proclamation. A cold, robotic finger grazes her bottom lip, stony, iced, a snicker loiters. “Or haven’t been fucked well?” His finger trails down, gently, sub-zero, feather light as it glosses her skin, brushed against the petals, the slippery folds of her tender womanhood; two digits enter, curling inside her beautifully slick, warm walls.

“You’re gonna remember me for days, princess. Gonna wreck this pretty pussy of yours, show you what it means to be alive.”

In this moment, she’d swore she belongs to him. She’d permit his pessimistic soul to do whatever he sought, with her frail body.

“Gonna pull it out or what, coward.” She allows, that familiar confidence she’d so desperately tried to hold true finding light once again.

She tries, she pleads to be strong. Yet she knows, she’d be sure. She’d crumble under him; she’d fall mercy to his mechanical touch.

“Patience.” He sneers, motorized hands unzipping. “Patience is virtue, darling.”

Somewhere along the way, she’d gotten accustomed to snarky remarks, egotistical transcriptions.

His cock falls out of his pants, heavy, thick, big, beautiful. She swallows, intrigued by the grandeur, a rosy tip swells with beads of wet pre cum, seeps. A thunderous vein runs down a curved shaft, copious balls surrounded by a jungle of dark hair.

She swallows at the sight; his words stay true. Intimidated, she’d for sure remember him, for days. The ache he’d leave would triumph for days to come.

“On your back.” He demands, pants long forgotten to the flat below, a few meagre tugs jerked to his raw, throbbing member.

Johnny Silverhand had fucked countless women, yet none made his cock as painfully erect, tender as she did. In the most sinful of ways, his cock would become her prisoner, and they hadn’t even started yet. With a rock hard cock digging into the skin of her stomach, he takes positon above her, towering. The scent of need fills the air as silky legs spread for his taking,

She spreads for his taking. A gasp dies in her throat as his cock springs, the deep baritone moan in his chest grumbling as his erection dips forcefully into her tiny mouth, impeding down her throat with a sole thrust. His hips buck forcefully in her wet, tight mouth, lingering as his jaw tightens, before plummeting out.

He’d primed himself in her throat, preparing to be buried between feeble legs, drowned inside her tender cunt.

Glancing between sweat stippled bodies, she stares and stares when his hands line a pulsating cock up with her entrance, firm hands planting to her hips, his massive member sinks inside her, rough, robust. A heavy thrust implores, big, warm, beautiful. One deep, harsh thrust was all it took. All it took for her to ascend, a loud moan of pure pleasure let off her lips at the sheer weight of him inside.

The bass of his voice moans harsh, sucking in a sharp breath to the feel of her wrapped, glistening his cock with her creamy, wet releases. His pace proves animalistic, hard off the get go, minimal time for her to adjust before he pounds her hastily, laboured breaths and quickened heavy exhales channelling out both their bodies. Delicate, weak arms desperately hold his broad shoulders as he drills into her needily, sloppily, the sound of thick balls slamming her core echo grey walls, dark eyes and enticingly deep grunts kissing her ears as he takes her body whole. “Fuck…you’re...” He breathes, rugged, harsh. “You’re…so fucking tight. So fucking wet.” Growling, he watches her become a whimpering, disorderly mess under his weight as beautifully plump breasts jerk hastily to his hostile pace. Her eyes flutter closed, lips slightly agape as she breathes tiny, gasped moans, fingernails clawing into his fleshy shoulders.

His hips rock expertly, so rough, so quick she feels warm tears singe in he corners of her eyes at how well he fucks her, how guttural his moans fall. Praises for her pussy dawdle his lips in hasty exhales, chasing his orgasm as her cunt cocoons, moulds to his cock so perfectly; as if a glove, as if she’d been made just for him. Solely for him to use, for him to fuck. His hold on her tightens, hands kneading tantalising hips as one moves to squeeze her breast, tough. The stretch he leaves proves incomparable, eyes widening when the curve of his cock hits her G spot repeatedly, hisses of her name and rapt desire overtaking. A selfish pace conjures, her body jerks, stifling moans with each imperative thrust.

The pain, the pleasure. The unholy pleasure of this parasite splitting her inch by inch. His cock glides easily, slips in and out gratifyingly; whimpers and yelps brew her voice, a chant of his name desperately recited as if a prayer she’d held, punctuated by growls and throaty gruffs of his. With her tits bouncing vigorously to his pace, Johnny’s need only cultivates further, and he drowns in the feel of her heavenly cunt.

His, all, and only, his.

Her legs tremble, a bite sinks into her arm covering her mouth to cage particularly gruesome moans. The violent labour of his hips, over and over, and over leave every vein inside her snapping, every nerve ending sparking with lust, she feels him all. His entire cock barely fitting; she squirms under him, his buttery voice filtered with demand. “Tighten up for me. Milk this cock like it’s the last thing you’ll do.” His moans fall heavier, as his thrusts; sultry, stiff voice surging her ears as he shudders, shivering, buried deep, deep inside. A cocktail of glossy, creamed releases they’d create together drip to the sheets below, although neither cease to care.

A joint euphoria builds, something they’d needed dire. Her limbs wrap his frame, his muscles cage her tight. He pounds, he thrusts, he jolts, he relishes in the tender haven she’d given him to spoil in; the sound of his cock slicking in her wetness through unaltered thrusts proves far too much, she feels each ridge, each inch of his godly cock assaulting her core.

“Gonna cum,” Johnny asserts, pace never faltering. She jolts, and jolts, and cries, and whines to his speed, to his feel. Within a few particularly intense thrusts, lewd moans drive out her lips in frantic succumb, her pussy throbs for him, skin colliding, arousing him further. Holding dearly, she practically melts into him, hips bucking to meet his as a blissful, earthshattering orgasm washes over her in currents; in oceanic waves, a tsunami of all things good, all things filthy.

Her pussy falls sore, aching, delicate from the action when he grunts imperatively, the sound of hammering hips into her heat dying down when his cock twitches within her, slipping through silky arousal easily, slamming relentlessly when his high comes. It comes, he cums, deep, deep inside her trifling cunt, swollen thick and jerked as spurts of hot, scotching cum coat the insides of her pussy. The groans he lets out prove impatient, hoarse, coursing, currenting through her ears. She beats with his succulent release inside, a cocktail her juices and what he’d left behind coating the insides of her thighs.

In sex gratified bliss, her eyes widen when he collapses on top, thunderous arms holding her still, cock excruciating felt within. Tonight, she’d been told. She’d been shown,

Johnny likes it

Sloppy. Vulgar. Tight.

pornographic.

       Johnny likes it rough, hard.

Ruthless, and she’d crumbled in each inch of it. Addicted, long gone. He’d sworn the same, intoxicated by her unrivalled cunt, those soft, whingeing moans that flee her lips;

With their skin sticking together through beads of peppered exertion, laboured puffs and heavy huffs pound in their chests, bodied still fitted together as if a puzzle piece, cock still sheathed inside. Simpering, smirking, his cold, contemporary finger lifts the faint of her chin,

the world seemed to have ended in this moment.

her world had ended, shaken.

But time still passed, it passed, it tightened, clawed in her chest.

Nothing compared to him, nothing tasted as sweet.

“We are bound, kitten. This pussy is mine, and mine alone.”

       A declaration, a fate written.

He’d taken over another part of her; and this time, she let him.

Her body belongs to him, in all forms.

His fuck doll, she’d be.

And she knows, she feels it in her bones. He’ll be the death of her through what comes;

       he’ll love to ruin her.

 and she’ll love, to be his.

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Small Victories ➤ Levi Ackerman

Summary: The special training course you opted into was fast paced, exhausting, and downright brutal. Even so, you were determined to become a sorely needed field medic for the Survey Corps, knowing it would most likely lead to your demise.

You couldn’t lie, a part of you also just wanted to prove to Captain Levi that you were far more than just Titan bait…

You knew, going into this, you’d be on the front lines. Commander Erwin had informed you the day he went over your file that you would be stationed close to the Special Ops squad; where you were needed most.

You knew that, and yet, as you watched a soldier’s flailing legs disappear into the 10 meter’s mouth, heard his deafening screams piercing the humid air, smelled the irony scent of blood, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d been in over your head.

Perhaps Captain Levi had been right about you.

“All you medic types are the same,” he’d told you the first time he’d ever met you. “Self sacrificial, stubborn, and fucking stupid”

It was then that you decided you would prove him wrong.

You leaned over a fallen comrade, clinging to life despite the gaping chunk taken out of his thigh. He couldn’t have been older than seventeen, openly weeping for his mother as his body trembled.

I can’t leave him, I can’t leave him, I can’t leave him.

The rumbling of titan footsteps shook the ground beneath you, but you knew you’d lose your nerve if you turned to look at them ambling towards you. So, you opted to keep your face set as your hands worked on instinct.

His eyes were wide and pleading as he searched your immediate surroundings for any sign of the Special Ops Squad. You’d been separated from them when you saw the kid, amidst all the chaos, nearly lose his entire leg to a four meter titan.

You were grateful they’d taught you how to slay the ugly bastards, but you could hardly perform your medical duties while killing the titans that were heading straight for you.

And if you didn’t stop the bleeding soon….

“You’re alright, you’re gonna be fine,” your assurances left your lips like a mantra while you wound thick, cotton bandages over his thigh.

“They’re coming…they’re coming straight for us,” he wailed.

“Let them come, but I’ll be damned if you’re gonna give up when we’ve still got a fighting chance” you snapped, tying the bandage as tight as you could. “You’re gonna have to lean on me and use your other leg. I can’t carry you to the cart like this” you informed him.

By now, both of your clothes were soaked in his blood. As he hobbled to the abandoned cart, where your horse was waiting to pull it, you could practically feel the titans on top of you.

You could picture their smiling faces, eager to devour you.

The boy, who’s name you learned to be Asmund, scooted as far back onto the cart as he could with his busted leg. Hope bloomed in your chest as you tossed your supply bag beside him.

You were going to make it.

He was screaming again, but not for the sorry state of his leg. He was screaming your name, urging you to hurry because there was a titan directly behind you and if you didn’t get your ass onto the horse it was going to-

You felt its fingers wind themselves around your shoulders, upper arms and torso. It squeezed you in its palm, causing your eyes to bulge and silencing the scream that sat poised on your tongue.

You were done for, you knew that much. All that was left to do was close your eyes and think of him, the man who would, no doubt, blame himself for the loss of your life.

The first time you’d offered to help the Captain with his paperwork, he’d scoffed at the notion and told you to leave him alone.

You brought tea the next time, and he finally allowed you the allotted space in his office, giving you your own personal stack of papers to date and check.

“Your lack of sleep is going to catch up with you, Captain” you’d told him as you dipped your pen in the ink well. “You’re pushing your body too far when you only allow it a few hours’ rest. I’m surprised you’ve made it this long without fainting, truthfully”

You worried for him the way a spouse would worry after their partner, but you never wanted to admit that to yourself.

“Yeah? So what?” he paused his furious pen strokes to level you with a glare.

“You should take better care of yourself,” you murmured gently.

“You should mind your own damn business” was his curt reply.

You weren’t certain if it was the reflection of the candle flame or the shadows on his face playing tricks, but you could have sworn you saw a blush rise to his cheeks.

“Nice work!” Petra commended you with a slap on the back and a grin on her face. Out of Levi’s Squad, she was by far the most welcoming.

“Yeah, you almost beat my time. Too bad I’m far more skilled than anyone here” Oluo smirked from his seat against a tree trunk.

You’d done well for yourself in training, only having two years to complete your cadet training rather than the usual four granted to everyone else. You were much older than them, as well, and stuck out like a sore thumb. So, admiring your handy work in the form of slain titan dummies, you were rather proud.

“You used too much gas,” Levi drawled, coming up to kick at one of your near empty canisters.

His eyes were narrowed as he glared at you, waiting for a proper response.

“I’m sorry Captain, I..I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d been using” you winced as his glare sharpened.

“You didn’t realize, huh,” he circled you like a predator, eyeing your taut form as he did so. “Perhaps you’ll realize it when you’re halfway down a disgusting titan’s gullet. Perhaps you’ll realize when you’re stranded in the middle of an open plain and crushed under one of their feet”

He stopped, suddenly, directly in front of you. He was so close you could make out the dark circles under his eyes and the lines at his brow.

“A stupid mistake, I can always count on that from you” he spoke your name as if it were an insult. All the while, his face showed no sign of anything but irritation.

You hated that you cared so much about what he thought of you.

“I’ll do better next time” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Outside the walls, there won’t be a next time!” his volume had grown steadily, as he was all but shouting now. “You get careless and then you’re dead. You get yourself killed out there, and we lose you, and then that’s another fucking life…wasted”

The others had enough sense to ditch this situation when it first began, which had left you and Levi by yourselves between the trees.

He quickly turned away, crossing the grounds swiftly enough that you barely had time to analyze what the hell he’d just come out with.

The Captain cared about all his soldiers, you assured yourself to quell the pounding in your chest.

It probably meant nothing.

You heard your name again, this time from a completely different direction.

.. The titan’s jaws were just below you as you dangled from its grasp. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t even think of anything besides the smell of the gaping mouth you were about to be shoved into.

And Levi, your Captain, a man who was so gentle if you could just break through the tough outer shell he hid behind.

He was calling out to you, desperation you’d never heard from him before apparent in his shouts.

You caught a glimpse of him, swords drawn and determination set in his grey eyes. He was fast, but you knew he wouldn’t be fast enough.

You accepted this as the hot tears fell slowly down your cheeks.

.. “I enjoy your company, Captain Levi” you confessed to him from your seat at the other side of his desk. The paperwork lay abandoned in front of you, as you had far better things to look at than the ink on those pages.

Levi coughed and nearly dropped his pen at your sudden proclamation. His eyes had grown wider than usual, and he outright refused to look at you, acknowledge what you’d said.

“You don’t have to say anything, I understand” you spoke slowly, solemnly. “It’s just..you aren’t like anyone I’ve met before. You try so hard to shut people out with your harsh words and constant glaring, but you care far more than you let on. I think, I think you’re the first person in this damn regiment that actually gave a shit about me”

You noticed his knuckles had turned white with the force that he was gripping his pen.

The expedition was tomorrow; you might never get a chance to tell him this.

“Maybe in another life, maybe if we had more time, maybe….we could have loved each other” you pushed the seat out from under you, standing straight as a pin.

Once the words had left your lips to hang tensely in the air between you two, you were unable to gather enough nerve to look at him.

“I just wanted you to know that, in case something happens to me when we-“

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you” he rasped, head bowed over the page, pen still gripped in his hand.

“How can you be so sure?” you smiled sadly.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you, because I….because I won’t let it”

The conviction laced in his words left no room for you to doubt him.

You’d done your duty, left with no regret about stopping to help that young cadet that had an entire life ahead of him.

But you did regret leaving behind the Captain, leaving him with your awkward confession and never, ever getting to find out what his lips tasted like.

As you fell into the titan’s mouth, you thought Levi probably tasted like the tea he drank.

Everything ached and burned when you came to. Your eyes blinked heavily at a dark ceiling, your lips parting slightly as the warmth from the sunlight streaming in soaked into your cold skin.

You must have been back home, back inside the walls. The thin, white sheets and itchy cot you were laying on was enough to know that. How could you have possibly made it back?

The titan ate you, didn’t it?

“I told you,” you jumped at the figure beside you, groaning as your body protested the sudden movement.

You turned your head slowly, shocked and incredibly relieved to see none other than the Captain himself sitting on a wooden chair beside your bed.

His body was hunched forward, arms folded over his knees and shoulders pulled forward. His eyes immediately softened when you smiled at him, and he let out a ragged breath.

“How?” was all you could manage to choke out. The familiar stirring in your chest had become an erratic rhythm of pounding and fluttering.

“I almost didn’t make it in time,” his gaze fell to his lap. “You were in its mouth by the time I made it to you. If I’d sliced its jaw open a moment later, you would have been down its throat” he squeezed his eyes shut, as if the memory was replaying before him.

You sucked in a breath, wondering just how far he’d gone to ensure your safety.

“You saved me….when anyone else would have thought it to be a lost cause. You didn’t give up on me..” you trailed off as your vision began to blur with unshed tears.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Just when you thought he’d take his leave, he spoke again.

“I don’t know what love feels like, but I know that I don’t want to fucking lose you”

All that brutal training, all those insults when you’d made careless mistakes, all those nights spent filling out paperwork at the same desk, they all finally had meaning.

How could you not have read the signs before? How could you have not noticed the subtle way he cared for you?

You reached a shaky hand forward, grasping his calloused one in a gentle caress.

“You don’t have to,” the promise in your eyes when he finally spared you a glance grounded him.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he stuttered, a fierce blush over his pale face. “I’ve never been good at this bullshit” he muttered.

“We can learn together..if you’d like to move forward with this” you bit at your lower lip, face hot and heart lodged in your throat.

Levi’s lips curved up into the tiniest smile you’d ever seen, but it was a smile nonetheless. A small victory.

“Fine, just…don’t tell Hange. They placed a bet with Erwin, and I don’t wanna give them the satisfaction of winning….”

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Killer- Harry Styles x fem!reader

hii everyone!!! it feels like ive been gone for so long. I have so many wips but no motivation to finish them lol. new harry photos inspired me today bc i absolutely want harry to rail me while covered in blood,,, anywhoooo please reblog!!!!! it motivates me so much when i get love on my writing!!!

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warnings: daddy kink, sub y/n, dom harry, fake blood, throat fucking and covid doesn’t exist bc fuck that <3

word count: 2.5k

“Cut!” Olivia yells ending the intense scene Harry was filming. “Take a little break H, then we’ll do the next scene with the blood”. Harry sighs wiping his forehead while trying not to mess up the carefully placed fake blood. He walks to the snack table, picking up a tiny water bottle and drinking it quickly.

“Hey killer,” he hears from beside him, looking to see his girlfriend of two years. She’s looking up at him with a soft smirk on her pretty face. She was bored at home, and she thought that Harry would appreciate her company at work for a little bit. What she wasn’t expecting was Harry to be covered in blood, wielding a knife and shouting like Billy from Scream, her first celebrity crush. Call her sadistic, but there was just something about scary hot men, covered in blood that just riled her up. 

“Baby! What are yeh doin’ here?” he gasps.

“Oh you know, just came to visit my favorite movie star,” y/n murmurs leaning up to kiss his cheek before looking behind him, “ooh here she is now! Hi Florence!” Harry groans, pouting down at the girl as she pulls his co-star into a big hug. 

“Why yeh gotta steal my girl every time she comes to set Flo,” he asks rhetorically, making a large mistake in the process. y/n and Florence share a mischievous look before bursting out into song.

“Everybody wanna steal my girl! Everybody wanna take her heart away! Couple people in the whole wide world! Find another cuz’ she belongs to me!” Harry groans again, before covering her mouth with his hand. y/n licks his palm and he pulls away quickly. Florence starts up a conversation with an extra, leaving the couple to themselves.

“You’re gross,” he says pointedly before grabbing her and wrapping his arms around his girl.

“And you’re hot.” y/n returns with the same tone. Harry pulls away from the hug, raising his eyebrows at the girl. “How do you look so good covered in fake blood?”

“Only you would think I look good covered in fake blood, my love,” he humours. y/n pouts shaking her head softly.

“No, no I think your fans would agree with me on this one. How much longer do you have before you need to be out there again? Wanna take me to your trailer?” she speaks smiling up at him. y/n knows how to get Harry riled up, batting her eyelashes always works when she wants him, and pretending to be innocent despite how much of a little tease she is. y/n was now grateful for the pretty floral dress she chose today, which was one that Harry, on many occasions, told her drove him crazy. The combination of his messy hair, the fake blood splattered across his body and watching him act scary and tough during the scene when she first arrived made her want him even more than she already did. y/n wanted him rough and mean. She wanted her daddy. 

“You little minx,” Harry smiles down at her, pulling her hips towards him.

“I have no idea what you mean by that H,” she giggles wrapping her arms around his neck.

“C’mon bunny, let's see how long I have to take care of my girl,” he pulls her along by her hand, finding the assistant director, and asking her how long until they start filming again.

“We’re having a few technical difficulties, so you’ll have about an hour,” she pauses, looking at the girl partially hidden behind Harry, “but if your hair and makeup gets messed up, you need to come back thirty minutes earlier so that it can get fixed”. Harry chuckles while y/n hides behind him more. Shy little thing she is, always gets embarrassed when people know things about their sex life. He turns them around and begins to walk to his trailer, pulling open the door, he leads her into the small area. Once the door is closed, y/n immediately drops to her knees tugging on his trousers. Harry quickly grabs a hold of her wrists.

“Wanna suck me off angel? What about you?” he questions. She whines, pulling her wrists out of his grip and unzipping his pants. She nods murmuring a small “you first” before taking his length out, pushing his pants down his legs. Harry’s already hard. How could he not be when his love wore his favorite dress and teased him just the way she knows drives him wild.

“S’pretty” y/n giggles up at him, and that’s how he can tell she’s feeling very submissive today.

“Yeah bunny? Like daddy’s cock?” Harry questions again, gathering her hair in his hands. y/n nods in response, leaning forward to lick the tip. Harry tuts softly, tugging her head away from him. “Use your words, I won’t repeat myself.” he growls, his accent thick and voice stern. 

“Sorry daddy, love your cock,” y/n hums. Harry allows her mouth to get close to him once again, not releasing his grip on her hair completely. She presses a few soft kisses to the vein running up his length before taking it in his mouth. The sweet little thing bobs her head up and down, using her hand to stroke the part she can't reach. Harry’s body is instantly wracked in pleasure, his stomach tensing up and his head thrown back as y/n sucks him exactly how he likes it. 

“Pretty girl,” he moans, “doin’ so good for me, always so fuckin’ good for me darling”. y/n knew she was dripping, his dominant persona never failed to get her going. She pressed her thighs together and wiggled her hips slightly, thanking whoever was up there that Harry was feeling too good to notice because she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to pull her over his lap and spank her till she was crying and her bum was sore for getting off without permission. Pulling off his cock and beginning to stroke it with both her hands is what causes Harry to look back down at the girl. “s’wrong ?” he speaks.

“Fuck my throat please?” her voice is quiet and her eyes are glossy.

“Yeh lost your voice last time baby, were sore f’days. Don’t wanna hurt you again,” Harry reasons. The pout on her spit covered lips grows, looking up at him with her glistening eyes.

“but I liked it last time, daddy. Pleaaaase?” she begs. She was being a brat, but he didn’t wanna punish her for lack of time. Harry’s mind was racing. 

“God you’re so fucking cute. If it gets to be too much you tap my thigh three times? Okay bunny? You gotta Promise me,” he gives in. y/n bounces a little on her knees excitedly.

“Promise daddy, we’ll stop if it's too much,” she agrees, shifting forward on her knees greedily opening her mouth. Harry couldn't help himself, moving forward himself he grips her hair, tilting her head back at the same time.

“Such a greedy little girl aren’t yeh?” he hums, “would let me do anything to you”. y/n nods as much as she can with his tight grip in her hair. Harry opens his mouth again, spitting directly onto her tongue. “Swallow.” he watches y/n’s throat bob and then reopens her mouth, showing him that she did in fact swallow it all. “Good girl,” he praises, “ready?”

She nods excitedly. Harry uses his grip on her hair to guide his cock into her mouth. As he pushes himself further into her throat he hears her gag, he pulls out, letting her breath for a moment. y/n breathes deeply a few times before opening her mouth again, letting him re-enter. Harry begins to thrust his hips, a shallow pattern interrupted by the wet sounds of y/n’s throat. He doesn’t take his eyes off her this time, wanting to watch her for two reasons: it was so fucking hot, and to make sure she’s okay. Sometimes his angel had the habit of pushing herself too far when it comes to Harry’s pleasure. He needed to make sure she wasn’t in any unbearable pain because of how big he was. As Harry’s thrusts became quicker, y/n let out some whimpers of her own, telling Harry that she was pressing her thighs together, hoping to relieve some pressure. 

“Fuck, bunny, m’so close,” he groans. y/n moves her hand to cup his balls, fondling them how she knows he likes. With one last thrust, Harry pulls out, jerking himself over y/n’s tongue, cumming in thick ropes. y/n envelopes his head in her mouth again, draining him completely. When she pulls away a string of spit connects her lips to the tip of Harry’s cock, making it twitch again. He moves his hand to her face to break the string, rubbing his thumb over her wet lips as he once again watches her swallow. Harry pulls his pants up his thighs, buttoning them and redoing the belt given to him by the costume specialist on set. He took a seat on the couch, adjusting himself before patting his thigh to signal to the dazed out girl that he wanted her near.

“C’mon baby,” he ordered. y/n stands on shaky legs, wobbling over to her boyfriend, sitting back on the couch, arms spread over the back. God her daddy is so hot. She takes a seat on his lap, placing her hands onto his shoulders. The white button down he was wearing had red blood spatter, just like his face. The thought of Harry making someone bleed, made her even more wet, holy, she’s gross. Why does this turn her on?

“Daddy,” she whimpers, grinding her clothed center against his crotch. Harry almost allows her to continue her endeavor before he remembers his probably expensive costume trousers. 

“Can’t make a mess of daddy’s clothes angel,” he moves his hand to her panties, feeling that she soaked through the undergarment, “soakin’ wet f’me aren’t yeh sweetheart?” 

“All f’you daddy,” y/n moans. Harry moves y/n so she’s laying down on the couch. Pushing her dress over her hips and he feels himself get slightly hard again when he sees the pink, cherry covered panties that y/n chose for today. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he hisses, pulling them down her thighs, leaving a seductive kiss to the smooth skin of her knee. 

“Please,” she keens, desperately bucking her hips as Harry’s hands move over her hips. 

“Please what angel? Gotta ask for it bunny,” he speaks lowly, making sure she hangs onto every word.

“Please, want your fingers H,” y/n begs. Harry smirks at the girl. Pulling off the fake wedding band that was used for filming. Something felt wrong about fucking the girl he was one day going to marry with a wedding ring on his hand. He placed the ring in his pocket before rubbing his fingers over her sopping wet cunt. Her hips bucked into his hand. After playing with her swollen clit for a moment he slipped a finger into her tight hole. 

“Always so tight sweet girl,” he growled. Pumping his long finger in and out of her, after he felt that she was loose enough he slipped another one inside her. Hearing her whines get louder, leaned close, pressing his lips to hers. When he began to rub his thumb over her clit along with fucking her with his fingers, she let out a sound that was between a scream and a squeal. Covering her mouth with his other hand he spoke into her ear gruffly, “shh bunny, just take it. Be a good girl for me”. He feels her hips buck suddenly, feeling her clench around him. “Cum f’me pet, soak my hand,” he grunted. y/n tried to close her legs but Harry was having none of it, he pried her legs open as she reached her high.

“Feels so good daddy, please don’t stop. Please please please ngh!” she rambled, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Harry smiled, continuing to work y/n through her orgasm. He only removed his thumb from her clit when she started writhing away from him. Harry lifted her onto his chest, laying down on the couch. He lifted the patterned blanket off the back of the couch, placing it over the pair. 

“Thank you,” she hummed softly into his neck. Harry ran his hand up her back, pressing a few kisses to her forehead. Her favorite form of aftercare has always been a good cuddle. Sometimes she likes a bath and then for Harry to brush her hair, but that was only when they had a very rough session where Harry threw a little bit of name calling in there. She liked when he was rough with her but sometimes her dazed out brain would really think that daddy thought she was just a slut. Harry always worked quickly to reassure his pretty girl that she was absolutely everything to him and help draw her out of her subspace.

“Have to go back soon,” he sighs

“Mmm don’t goooooo,” she groaned, trying to wiggle closer to him.

“Can come back with me baby,” he responds.

“I look like a mess H,” she complains. She sat up taking the small compact mirror of her bag on the floor, pulling out a makeup wipe as well. y/n wiped the mascara stains on her cheeks.

“You look like a goddess,” he says.

“Sure killer,” she hums. y/n picks her panties off the floor, sliding them back up her legs. Harry stands as well, moving to look in the mirror and see if he messed anything else.

“What’re yeh doin for the rest of the day angel?” he speaks softly, watching his girlfriend put herself together again. Her legs were still a bit shaky so Harry walked to the small fridge in the corner, pulling out a small bottle of iced tea. He pops the bottle open before handing it to her.

“Thanks bub, uh, I think I might go home and have a nap, miss you a bunch, take naughty photos and send them to you, you know. The usual,” she hums, taking a sip of the sugary drink.

“My little minx hmm?” he asks, placing his hands on her face. y/n threw arms around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the mole beside his mouth. She brushes her thumb over the blood on his cheek. 

“My scary man. I love you,” she muses.

“Love yeh too, bunny”.

#harry styles #one direction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #smut #dom harry styles #daddy harry styles

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Deeds For The Big Screen

I see writing as a form of creative artwork with everyone having its own liking or preference to it.

Do not interact if you are uncomfortable with any of the given warnings or if you are a minor. 

Your media consumption is your own responsibility, proceed to read with care. Warnings have been up and mentioned, if I missed any please feel free to let me know. 

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, explicit language, sexwork, porn industry, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral receiving (f), swearing

Rating: explicit

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You’re taking power into your hands when your actors don’t seem to do their job and are wasting expensive production time.

Word count: 3006

 A/N: This might be a little rusty, I haven’t done this in a while, but some creators have inspired me to pick up writing again! Fairly new to Tumblr, despite having an account for years and having done zero with it. Apparently me dreaming about different story ideas has become a thing now. So bear with me here. As said; if I missed any warnings please feel free to let me know.

@punani​ ’s ‘The Fluffer’ was inspiration for the chosen work field. So thank you for writing that magnificent piece.

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Deeds For The Big Screen

Irritation bubbling underneath your annoyed expression, your lips tightly pressed together. Fingernails tapping aggressively on the armrests of your director’s chair. Your legs crossed, bouncing with frustration at the sight in front of you. It seemed liked the actors onsite were on a mission to make everyone’s life on set hell. Your hands grabbing the armrests your knuckles white from the intense grip of the edges of your chair.

You were a visionaire, adultery was your passion, you had been in the business for year before starting your own company. Focusing on the female friendlier porn demand had paid of well for you, your company was your pride and you thrived on the success. You ran a tight ship, time was money and currently both actors were wasting every second of it. The current creative project was not being envisioned at all. It had been meticulously drawn out on a storyboard, it seemed like everything that had been discussed and rehearsed was thrown out the window.

You let out an annoyed huff, it had been hours on end anything between action and cut. Your million-dollar superstar was propped on his elbows towering over the fragile body underneath him. His hips franticly pumping in and out of the actress underneath him, who was clawing her nails into his skin desperately. Was he really the problem or was it the useless woman caged underneath him. Her super loud moans that probably could be heard at the other side of the world and the quantity of clawing at his skin.

 “CUT!!!” you yelled and everyone in the production stopped, heavy sighs heard across the studio. Your hands rubbed your face slightly not wanting to yell or lose control of the raging thoughts running through your mind.

“What’s wrong this time?” your most prized possession asked, the annoyance clearly dripping of his tone. He stood up facing you, his hands falling to his hips, sticking out his chest while his thick muscle stood proud against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but take in the sight, his cock was red and he was painfully hard. You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, trying to refocus on your thoughts.

“Alright let me make myself very clear here. The crew is TIRED and I am tired of fucking repeating myself” you took another deep breath as you felt anger rising “was I not clear enough when we had a table read yesterday and when we rehearsed this morning?” your eyes switching between the actors. No response “An answer would be nice, because that storyboard on the wall contains every movement of where body parts go during every fucking scene”

“Get the fuck out Y/N, you know storyboards only contains the major outlines of a grand story being told, it is different when you are pumping in and out of a body you know. You don’t always get to choose where a hand, leg or cock lands”

“Ari, we are in the god forsaken porn industry, that thick throbbing dick better end up in the fucking dripping vagina, between her lips or even in that nice and tight puckered hole” you could hear a few supressed snickers from the crew. Ari just kept staring you down “Right now all I see is stiffness, no passion, no fire and absolutely nothing that was on the fucking board or script”

“Whatever Y/N” Ari huffed, you rolled your eyes breaking the tension that was clearly building between you and Ari. You turned your gaze to Edie, who just sat there uncomfortably.

“Edie, can you just tone down on the moans, I know this is your first gig and a step up from the amateur adultery films you have done, but we are not in the cheap kind of porn. This is exclusive, sensual and soft sex. We make porn for the ladies and if it happens that men love it too so be it-” you clapped your hands together trying to get through to the actors in front of you “Also ease up on your facial expressions too they are just too much and stop clawing at Ari, we are not feral wolves in the outskirts of woodsy valley…” you pointed at her, the hostility evident in your voice, she just nodded your way she almost looked too scared to speak. Your attention turned to Ari, just by looking at him you knew he wouldn’t be able to take a lot more of your antics “-And for you mister, I need more open posture. We want to see those muscles work underneath that toned skin of yours. Flex them a little, you want the person watching this to drool from their mouths while their vaginas or arseholes are begging for your majestic cock. Yes, we can do this all rough and tough, but with this project we want fire, passion and mind-blowing sex. Understood?”

Both pornstars nodded your way and you sat back down in your chair. The actors taking their spots again, you raised your hand, cues being called across the room.

“ACTION!” Edie tried her utter best to contain her excessive sounds, but she looked like she was about to take a dump “CUT!”

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ari yelled, jumping of the small platform, grabbing his robe from the floor, storming your way while putting on his robe, you got off your chair.

“Is it really that hard to do what I am asking? Edie you look like you are about to take a dump right in front of the camera” you lost control of the anger that had been boiling inside of you. Ari bumped into you, almost knocking you down, it must have been on purpose as you could sense his anger “where the fuck do you think you are going?” he spun on his heels

“I have been edged for hours on end, I need some form of release and it looks like our director is not going to let us get any release for a few more hours” Ari spat your way

“GET BACK HERE!!” you definitely lost control, watching Ari on a mission to march out of the studio “ARI I SAID GET BACK HERE”

“I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING A DOG!!!”

“YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOP DOLLAR DOG, SO YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK BACK BEFORE I FIRE YOU MYSELF” it was true, Ari was your million-dollar star, your company couldn’t have grown without him. He had been there from the beginning, you had him to thank for the success of your company and in return he had you to thank for his stardom.

Your words had made Ari stop in his tracks and turn around, the temperature in the room increasing quickly. You had started to doubt if the room had been that hot the entire time or if it was the arousal creeping through your veins caused by Ari’s deep angered gaze.

He charged your way his finger pointing at you and his mouth was moving, but your hearing seemed to have vanished. You contemplated if you should just show them what you meant or just call it a day. Things were getting heated and the crew was already exhausted enough. Your thoughts interrupted as your mouth started to speak.

“Do I really have to do everything around here?” you muttered under your breath “Edie get off the sunbed and put your robe on” she complied to your order, getting of the stage and putting on her silk robe. You took a moment to analyse your thought, to see if the voice inside your head would protest of what you were contemplating. Nothing came to mind, so instead you unbuttoned your sundress quickly before regretting your decision “Last attempt to film this guys, start rolling. Ari off with the robe, we start from the beginning. Edie take notes” you ordered around the room. Your sundress and underwear falling off your frame piling up next to your director’s chair.

“What are you doing baby girl?” Ari whispered in your ear as you walked backwards his hands holding your hips guiding you towards the double sunbed. His anger seemed to have disappeared and replaced with intrigue.

“Showing you what I want, but mostly taking what I need right now” you replied, he quirked an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face in approval “Let’s give them the show they want”

“The show you want” Ari chuckled as he corrected you, before narrowing his eyes a little “The big boss in action, I like it…” Ari whispered as he took in your naked body “I like it a lit” His confident spoken words made you a little insecure, but you hid it well trying to hold your nerves together.

You climbed on the sunbed laying back, your eyes wandered over Ari’s toned chest, his cock aching, your pussy throbbing. You licked your lips and the muscles in your core tightened with the exciting thought of him filling you up to the brim in a matter of minutes, you being at his complete mercy.

“ACTION!” you yelled

Ari crawled on top of you, your hands roamed freely over his arms and chest, his lips crashing on yours briefly before moving on to your neck and your upper torso. Your hands finding their way onto his shoulders, caressing the bare skin. You arched your back at the delight feeling when he sucked on your nipples, a low moan left your lips. Ari’s hands cradling your frame as he peppered kisses further south.

Your eyes following him, he looked back at you through his long lashes as two of his fingers tease your entrance, running gently through your folds. One thing was for sure, you were hot and bothered, all because of the eye candy encaging you in his porn play. He dipped two fingers in your aching core and pumped three times before they stilled inside you. His face coming up to meet yours, his eyes darkened and stole another passionate driven kiss.

His fingers starting pumping you faster earning a few unexpected deep moans. Your lips parting, your lust blown eyes were completely taken by the current moment. Your mind completely forgetting everything was being recorded. Ari’s fingers left your soaking cunt as he lowered his head and settled himself between your legs.

His mouth sucked your clit, you took in a sharp breath. His tongue firmly stroked downward on your slit, enough pressure for a controlled yet obscene moan to escape you. His tongue entered your dripping hole before returning his attention back to your clit. Ari’s fingers rejected as your vaginal muscle had tightened from the attention your clit was receiving. His mouth eased off and he pushed his fingers inside you, your cunt accepting, sucking them in.

The pleasure was almost too much, your hands caressing your upper body finding your breasts. With a feathered touch you rubbed your index fingers over your nipples, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure. Your touch made your nipples erect, the sensation spreading like wildfire through your entire body. Ari increased his pace and your moans and whimpers became more frequent, but in a more wanting and loving way.

Your back started to arch up and you were about to cum, when Ari stopped all his actions. Your eyes shot fully open to protest, but he shushed you by placing two of his fingers in your mouth allowing you a moment to taste yourself before retracting them. You watched him pump his hard cock with his hand, before he gripped your hips as his member slowly pushes down in your sopping cunt.

“Big enough for you princess” Ari grunted as he pushed fully into you.

“Y-Yes” the response was short and simple, your brain not functioning anymore when the pleasure had taken over from the thoughts. His tempo made your eyes roll backwards, your hips meeting his rhythm as he held a firm grasp on your hips helping and guiding you up and down on him. Without warning Ari stopped and flipped you over. A fistful of hair grabbed pulling you back, his grasp wasn’t harsh and only intensified your lustful awakening.

His left arm snaking around your waist finding your right boob, giving it a sinful squeeze, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He held your back close to his chest while his lips sucked pleasure marks on your neck and breathing heavily into your ear, whispering nothing but obscenities to you. Your arms lifted up and your hands fisted his hair, your fingernails scraping his scalp a little. He growled in your ear, you repeated your actions and he gave your hip a single firm squeeze.

His cock slowly being dragged in and out of you, your walls coating his thick veined cock. The squelching noises pulled from the juices being pulled from between your legs. Ari’s hands running freely over your skin setting it on fire. You felt fucked out and your orgasm was building rapidly. 

Ari must have felt it as his hips started bucking up into you even faster, making is his mission to finish you. Your moans of sin becoming frequent again, Ari’s wandering hand slid in between your folds, rubbing your clit gently, pushing you even closer to the edge. One of your hands held onto his wrist holding it in the pleasurable place whilst the other placed on the nape of his neck, fingers gripping the hairs at the bottom.

Your orgasm washed over you as Ari let you ride out your high before pulling you off, laying you flat on the double sunbed. As you tried to calm your breathing he straddled you underneath him, pumping his member faster. The white strings of sin faltering out of his cock, you leaned up on your elbows and opened your mouth while he decorated your face and chest. 

Licking your lips with his salty cum, you swallowed and stared back at Ari who seemed to enjoy the fucked out sight in front of him. When he had finished squirting his load on you, he cradled your head in his large hands, his thumbs running over your lips before leaning in to steal one last fiery kiss. You separated from the kiss and kept staring each other in the eyes for what felt like hours.

“Happy boss?” Ari questioned still holding your head gently as you nodded your head

“CUT!” you yelled, Ari climbed off of you and helped you up.

“WOW, that was amazing” Edie clapped being stunned by the scene that just had taken place.

“Thanks, hopefully a great lesson for you on what to do next time” you spoke, she smiled widely back at you when you walked towards your chair, picking up your clothes from the floor “Well done everyone, I think we all need a break and we’ll continue with fresh eyes tomorrow” a relieved cheer was heard “I’m off to have a shower, since I have become a Picasso art piece” you started walking towards the dressing room

“Worth millions” Ari spoke after you, you raised your middle finger at him without looking back at him. His loud laughter filled the room.

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You walked out of the building, rolling your eyes at Ari as he leaned against your car, one leg propped up on the tire, his arms folded and a cocky grin beaming back at you.

“There she is, my million dollar star” Ari clapped his hands before raising up his arms slightly and bowing down “I bless the ground you walk on peaches”

“Oh shut it Ari” you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassment bubbling underneath your skin. It was ridiculous, but you felt a little insecure “Hopefully good enough for what I want to get done” you continued walking towards the car, halting in front of Ari. 

“Hopefully?” Ari raised an eyebrow “Peaches you were wonderful, you are in my top 3 ‘the best fucking sex I ever had’ so I guess for a retired pornstar you still possess your magic” you shoved him a little and his head fell back letting out a laugh “Don’t be embarrassed, I liked it a lot” his hands found their way on your waist pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you Ari, but can you move out of the way, I want to go home, I am little worn out” “Must be because of my majestic cock” he laughed

“Don’t flatter yourself, it doesn’t suit you” you giggled “Why are you still here, I thought you left a while ago”

“Couldn’t stay away from you peaches, since you performed so well today” Ari wiggled his eyebrows

“Had to show you guys somehow, you were costing me a fortune” you pointed out, opening the car door, tossing your bag on the backseat.

“Would it make a difference if it was done on purpose?” Ari questioned, climbing into the driver’s seat. Your mouth had fallen open from the shock and your brain scrambled for words and phrases to throw Ari’s way. You opened the door on the passenger’s side and got into the seat.

“Are you telling me you put on an entire show so you could get your dick wet on the clock?”

“Had to fuck the brat right out of you somehow” his cocky grin beamed back at you. You knew he was taunting you if it wasn’t for his sunglasses shielding his eyes “You have always been such a perfectionist, so I knew you would fall for my well thought out trap”

“Well next time ask me to eat a snickers instead” you rolled your eyes as Ari started the car.

“Might need another round of fucking the brat out of you peaches” Ari grabbed your hand, pulling the intertwined hold to his lips and placing a kiss on top. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of how intense your fuck session had been and what kind of ways you both would fuck one another later.

YIKES, that was a true adventure!!!

#ari levinson #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fic #chris evans smut

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Dinner With The Law

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, kind of ooc!Billy?, bit o fluff

Words: 1,566

Summary: Billy’s dating Hopper’s other daughter, Y/n, and when Eleven accidentally reveals Y/n is spoken for, Hopper demands to meet the “lucky guy”. Billy Hargrove wasn’t exactly who he had in mind.

Taglist: @urie-bowie-mercury​, @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​, @thewarriorprincessxo​

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“Are you sure?” Billy was usually the tough guy, but now he was a nervous senior with sweaty palms and pale skin. He looked like he’d seen a ghost or like he was about to faint. And it was all because he was having dinner with Jim Hopper. “I mean, what if he bans me from seeing you?”

“Billy, when have you ever listened to my dad? You’ve got a few speeding tickets here and there yet you do it again and again anyways.”

“That’s exactly why he’d tell me to break up with you!”

“Just because he says something doesn’t mean he can actually do it.” She rolled her eyes and waited for Billy’s response. His silence drew out a reaction of offence from his girlfriend, a scoff leaving her mouth. “You dick!”

“What?!”

“You’d let him make you do that?! Grow a fucking pair!” Y/n sat up from her leaning position, her head turning and arm sliding off the car door. She didn’t think before she swatted Billy up the back of his head.

“Jesus woman! What was that for?” He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, the other on the wheel. Billy grumbled under his breath as he drove, the air growing thick with tension. “Alright. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t let him take you from me-”

“If you broke up with me because he told you too, that’d be letting him take you away from me. Either way, he shouldn’t get away with it, and he won’t.”

“You’re right...” Billy sighed, “I’m sorry baby.” He glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road, sincere regret knitted in his scrunched brows.

“I- ...I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have hit you.” Wordlessly accepting each other’s apologies, their hands met on the console, fingers intertwining tightly. His thumb occasionally rubbed her hand softly, bringing a smile to her face every time.

“They’re here.” Eleven watched the window until Hop walked by, telling her to sit correctly and fix the curtains. She’d adjusted her position multiple times, finding loopholes in the “how to sit on furniture correctly” reprimands Hopper had given her.

“El! For the last time, that’s not-”

“Not how we sit.” She turned back around and got off her knees, standing and walking away from the table. “I know. But, they’re here.”

“And? We can just wait like normal people! Stalking your sister and her boyfriend from the window isn’t what I-” He went to fix the curtains but upon doing so, he got a view of what awaited his dinner table. “Is that-” Jim squinted, eyes suddenly doubling inside. “No. No. No! Noo!”

“What’s wrong?” Y/n frowned as she pushed the door open. “Dad?”

Hopper turned, facing his daughter and her boyfriend with a distressed face. “No! Not you!” His tone was slightly whiney, causing a concerned yet slightly amused expression to slide onto Eleven’s face.

“Excuse me? Dad, are you alright?” Y/n turned to Eleven, who shrugged in return.

“Nope. No. Nada. Dinner’s cancelled.”

It hit her quicker than Billy’s car’s top speed. “Dad. He’s having dinner with us. You wanted to meet him, you deal with it.” Hopper clenched his jaw, staring at the couple before walking outside. Billy began looking for words, suggesting they just go back, but Y/n cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. “Wait here. I’ll go talk to him.”

“No, it’s fine-”

“Wait here.” He nodded, planting his feet without another word. His eyes followed Y/n until she was out of the cabin. Billy popped his knuckles out of nervous habit, turning his head and giving a nod of acknowledgement to Eleven. She stared for a second then got up and went to her room, leaving Billy standing alone awkwardly.

“Dad. Give him a chance.”

“But- That’s Billy Hargrove, Y/n.”

She nodded, lips pressed together tightly as she lifted her brows. “Yep. I can see that. I am dating him after all.”

“He’s bad news.”

“So was Eleven before you took her in! Taking her in could’ve gotten us killed but you did it anyway! Billy dating me won’t get us killed or put in any danger in the slightest, but you decide he’s too much of ‘bad news’?”

Hopper shook his head. “Leave El out of this.”

“Then let Billy have a chance!”

“No. End of story.” He paced in front of her, back and forth with his arms crossed.

“Dad.”

“No.”

“Dad.”

“No.”

She inhaled sharply and shut her eyes. Some tears threatened to spill but were denied by her lack of will to show weakness to her father. “Please. Just... He’s not as bad as you think he is. Sure, he’s got some factors you aren’t particularly fond of, but he’s a teen for Pete’s sake! I’m a teen! We’re going to be a little rebellious whether you like it or not!”

Hopper couldn’t deny a word she said, his own rebellious-phase in his teen years full of teen-angst going against anything and everything he could think to say. He stopped pacing, facing his oldest daughter with a sigh of surrender. “One chance. He fucks it up-”

“Thank you!” Y/n bounded forward and wrapped her arms around her father, the smile on her face bigger than any other he’d seen. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, he won’t let you down!” She pulled away and raced into the house.

For the second time, he couldn’t speak. His brows and eyes held surprise, arms in the air- resting in hug position. As he blinked, the world returned to him. Jim processed the events; they happened so quick, it felt like one fluid motion, before walking back to the house without hurry.

Dinner was...alright. Billy kept his eyes trained on his plate as he tried his hardest to ignore the burning glare of Hopper that never left his form. Hopper ate slowly, both exhaling and stabbing his food dramatically as well as increasing the tension that thickened throughout the cabin. Y/n eventually grew tired of it.

“Dad!” Hopper blinked for what felt like the first time since they’d sat together. “Do you have anything you wanna ask Billy?”

“Yes, actually. How many girls have you been with?”

Eleven dropped her fork on the ground with a loud clatter and Billy practically choked on his food, coughing as Y/n patted his back. She glared at her father and shook her head. “Besides questions like that.”

“Fine. What’re your plans after high school?”

“Well um...” He recovered from his cough attack, fist hitting his chest a couple times while he cleared his throat. “I’m thinking about moving back to California.” 

“What would you do in California?” He said the state syllable by syllable, as if he were a kindergartner just learning to say the word, eliciting a criticizing furrow of Y/n’s brows.

“Teaching Y/n how to surf and showing her around. Probably applying for some collages...I’m not sure, sir.”

“Sir?” Hopper laughed. His chuckles died out when he noticed the three staring oddly, feeling awkward and clearing his throat to brush it off. “So uh- Y/n? You’re moving to California? When did you plan on telling me?”

“I dunno. After graduation? The same time I planned on telling you I was dating Billy.”

“Sorry.” Eleven felt a twinge of guilt after her sister spoke, eyes moving down in shame.

“Don’t worry, El. I’m not mad at you.” She reached for her sister’s hand, giving her a small smile when her eyes lifted back up to hers. Eleven mirrored her as a small bit of confidence entered her body.

Hopper brought his eyes back to Billy as his daughters brought theirs to him. Each question he asked made Billy’s leg bonce under the more and more, an anxious habit he’d picked up over time. “You get good grades, Hargrove?”

“Yes sir.”

“Pay for your own stuff?”

“Yes sir.”

“Staying out of too much trouble?”

“Er- Yes sir.”

“Plan on tying the knot, staying loyal to my daughter?”

Y/n’s water made a noise as she choked mid sip. “Dad! Don’t put him on the spot like that-”

“It’s okay.” Billy rubbed her back and nodded reassuringly. “If we decide we want to go all the way, then yes sir. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, I do, but we still have to make it through high school.”

“Break her heart, Hargrove, and I’ll break you. Don’t care if you’re in California, Hawkins, Mars- I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

“I know sir. I’ll take care of her, I promise.”

He leaned back, sliding into his seat more as he nodded slowly. “Good. You better.”

Billy waited for more questions, but Hopper went back to his dinner. He exchanged confused glances with Y/n. The air was still holding a bit of tension, the only sound being forks scraping against plates, making it feel a bit awkward. “Is that all, sir?”

Hopper lifted his brows. “Do you want there to be more? By all means, I’ve got many questions and opinions I can expand on. Like, your-”

“No- no sir.”

“Then stop being a little sissy and eat your food.”

Billy nodded quickly, however, his hands remained on his lap. “Thank you sir!” Hopper’s arm rose from beside his plate and supported his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Eat the damn food, suck up!”

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