#THE STRUT 🥵

[athenepromachos]

Man strutz..... Cavill style 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

#henry cavill #doing mah strutz #good god #cavill strut #yummmmmmmy #cavill bde #bde right there #🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴 #🍌🦑🍌🦑🍌🦑🍌🦑🍌🦑🍌🦑

[cursed-herbalist]

MAKO SONG & AALIS DURAND | HP 1300S

I let the scale tip and feel all of it It’s uncomfortable but right We were born to try To see each other through To know and love ourselves and others well Is the most difficult and meaningful Work we’ll ever do

➔ Nine by Sleeping At Last

@kathrynalicemc

#Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️ Hope you like it!! #not v christmassy but hopefully still a nice surprise 🤔😂 #aako #the legend of the portkey #aalis durand #mako song #my gifs #my edits #the song family #the durand family #history of magic #hp history #aalis in the first gir be like ‘damn… he’s hot 🥵’ and she’s right #ancient day romeo and juliet? anyone? I’m way too into this #also it wasn’t the wisest decision to pick a model as a fc … now I’m struggling #and she has to strut towards her lover like she about to kill him or something 😅😅 #but let’s just say it’s them keeping up the act 🙈🤓

[childoftheriver]

The boys being…

#hot as hell #keith emerson #greg lake #carl palmer #our boys #Carl doing the talking in some of these! #keith hot and handsome as usual #and of course #Gregory #that little tuck in the corner of his mouth in the Geiger pic makes me crazy #look how badass they are in the Black Moon pic!! #keith strutting his stuff and Carl showing off his “guns #Greg SO dapper in his black suit! #whew 🥵 #if only i had a time machine #black moon #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

[kimjunnoodle]

i’m getting dressed up like a whore to go to the hardware store and refuse help bc i know exactly where everything i need is

#the duality #man brain refuses to let people help me in stores bc i’m smarted than them #but gay brain means i have to make them all hate me for my winged liner and crop top #i’m literally so excited #i have to repair my door and some missing screws on a desk #mmmm #imm walk it and just strut to the 1/2 hex top screws 🥵❤️💕💕 #no one can stop me #love being a gay it’s so fun

[arminsumi]

Can we please please please have more of bad boy Geto?? Sfw or nsfw as per your wishh

🔞 MDNI/18+

★ BAD BOY!

★ Pt. 1

★ Pairings : Geto Suguru / fem!reader

★ Synopsis : your boyfriend is a bad boy that your parents disapprove of 😈🏍️🖤

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+, smut, cunnilingus, creampies, condoms/taking off condoms (consensual), riding his motorcycle 🥵, names (princess/baby/sl*t), some cervix rubbing/big d*ck Geto, toys (G-spot vibe), bl*wjob, degradation, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of being drunk (fluffy), +++

★ Note : i wrote this in public and felt super giggly abt it lol

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who rumbles down your street on his bike, gloved hands resting on the handles, and stares at your house. He waits and quickly sees you trotting out the front door like a princess escaping her castle. He gives you a French kiss before saying "Hey princess. Hop on."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who has watched you ride his motorcycle — no no, not in the way you think. Panties soaked. Clit squished on the seat. Rutting back and forth. "That's a good little princess. Cum on it like it's my thigh."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who takes you to get your first body piercing. He leads you by the hand and his face is alight with a devilish grin. "I can't wait to buy you pretty piercings, baby. You're gonna look so good strutting around town wearing my diamonds."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who asks after suckling on your puffy clit for a whole hour; "Baby, I think you like me too much. You know I'm a bad influence, right?"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who lets you sit on his lap whenever you have to treat one of his black eyes. "Hey, you know what would make me feel better, baby? If you rode my lap like you ride on my bike 😇"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who makes it very apparent that he has a tongue piercing by rolling it over your clit and through your slit over and over. He laps up your juices after making you cum, and seductively wipes the streak of your slick off his cheek with his thumb.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who loves it when your secret kinks slip past your lips. "Did you just call me daddy?" he asks and you immediately blabber apologies, but he just silences you with a rough kiss, "I can be your daddy, baby. You just lay back and take it like a good girl, okay?"

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who grins like a devil when corrupting you with new kinks, and enjoys turning your innocent kinks into something nastier.

"You're taking me so well." he praises you in a soft voice while his cockhead rubs into your cervix, "Can't believe your pussy can take so much cock. Such a greedy little cunt..." he puts his full weight on you when he nears orgasm, trapping you with his sweaty, muscular body. "Fuck, your slutty little hole is gonna milk me dry. You ready? Yeah I'm gonna give you my babies. Can't believe you wanna get pregnant. You just need a big cock stretching you out 'n that makes you happy, yeah? Aw, cockdrunk fuckin' slut... yeah I know you like it when I call you a slut, too. Nasty little slut. Take my cock, baby. Just take it."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who is also a tattoo artist and gives you your first tattoo. You have to hide it from your parents, and something about this fact makes Suguru smirk. He's put his mark on their precious girl — their daughter.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who gets off on the fact he's the bad boy corrupting someone's innocent daughter.

"Baby, you know I'm no good." he hums against your ear in an irresistible voice. "You shouldn't be sneaking around with me." he drops his voice lower and nibbles your ear, "You're being a bad girl."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who, when drunk with you, proclaims his love for you over and over and over.

"Fuck, babyyy I love you so much. Come here 'n gimme another kiss." and then he smothers you with kisses until you're making out on his parked motorcycle in the empty parking lot at night. "God, whenever I kiss you I feel like marrying you so bad..."

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who treats you like you're a goddess. Wiping your tears when you cry about anything, murmuring "Please don't cry, princess." and also using this line on you when you cry from pleasure about how big his cock is, or when your eyes water when deepthroating him for the first time.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who, even after being kicked out of your house many times by your dad, still climbs in through your window to fuck you in your bed.

He fills condom after condom but then he checks his wallet and oops — he ran out of condoms. "I wanna take you raw, Sugu, please!" you paw at his abdomen and wiggle your pussy back down on his sensitive cock. He hisses through his teeth, "Fuck, okay... anythin' for my princess..." and plunges his big cock into you raw.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who has been shoved out of the front door by the collar of his biker's jacket by your disapproving parents. He makes a joke of it, putting his hands up as if he's being arrested and laughing naughtily.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who promises; "I'll come back for ya, princess." and he does. He whisks you away. You give him dolly eyes and beg to run away with him.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who stuffs a hot pink G-spot vibrator in your pussy before letting you straddle his motorcycle.

He smirks while riding, knowing that you're feeling the rumbling vibrations on your pussy as well as the buzzing of the toy stuffed inside you. Oh and he just loves seeing you struggle to dismount the seat once you're parked. "Bad girl, you made the seat all wet with your pussy." he scolds playfully.

— ★ Bad boy Geto Suguru who always unzips his pants tantalizingly slowly.

His heavy cock smacks against your cheek as soon as it's freed, it's always accidentally-on-purpose. "Sorry, princess, did that hurt?" he asks sarcastically while rubbing his tip across your glossy lips. "Spit on it." he commands, and you happily spit on his cock. "That's a good girl — kitten lick it. Yeah, just like that." he groans and tenses his abs. "Now open wide."

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

#🔞.smut #geto #geto suguru #geto smut #mdni #smut #geto x reader #tw: smut #geto suguru x reader smut #geto suguru smut #jjk smut #jjk geto #suguru geto

[brewed-pangolin]

Fine I'll send another. Captain MacTavish ON THE BEACH. 🥵

I love the beach. I live on it during the summer. It's my second home, I swear. And the way the sea salt air and warm waters can cure the soul is something I just can't ignore with this man. I love this ask so much!!!

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

You sat alone, comfortably in your beach chair with a cold beer in hand under a magenta colored sky as the sun set beyond the horizon of a turquoise painted surf.

The rhythmic sound of the waves synchronizing with the beat of your heart as the scent of sea salt and sunscreen etched itself into your skin.

The air was still warm, yet it carried a cool breeze off the waters edge as the slow curtain of dusk crept over the white sanded landscape.

It was perfect. A picturesque conclusion to a hot summer's day.

And off in the distance, with a Yeti tumblr of whisky in one hand and a cigar permanently clutched in his mouth, Captain MacTavish cast out his last line into the crashing surf and placed the warn grip seamlessly into its plastic holder dug into the sand.

The beach had done wonders for him since his retirement only a few years ago.

Soothed his war torn psyche with the constant ebb and flow of the tide. Molded his scars beneath a layer of sun kissed skin that further accentuated the seascape blue of his eyes and made every woman swoon with just a mere glance and a smile.

Yet it was here, under the blanket of encroaching night that you saw the man he had truly become.

A man at peace with himself. Letting the setting sun and roll of the tide absolve him of his past and breathe fresh life into his lungs at dawn's first light.

You couldn't pull your eyes off him anymore, and you were no longer ashamed about how your stare lingered on him.

The loss of sunlight elongating the shadows within the curves of his musculature. Accented by the seafoam swim trunks that hung perfectly on his hips. Creating a more defined sculpture of his frame as he effortlessly strutted along the sand to take his place beside you.

"How long you gonna fish for tonight, John?" You asked quietly, rim of the beer can caressing your bottom lip.

"As long as you'll let me, m'lass."

You smiled, watching him raise his tumbler in cheers to take a healthy swig while gently tapping the ash of his cigar into an empty can.

"Guess we'll be here all night, then."

"Aye. Looks that way."

As he relaxed back in his Tommy Bahama chair, your hand reached out to instinctually cusp the back of his head. Thumb and index finger pressing into the back off his skull, pulling a slight groan from his chest as your touch soothed his sun drenched soul.

"Careful, lass. Y'know what that skillful touch a'yers does to me."

"Mhmm. It's a good thing we brought the boat."

Soap rolled his eyes, glancing between your smirking expression and the vessel anchored just beyond the last sandbar.

"Which one ya love more, hm? The boat, or me?"

You raised a brow at his testing inquiry, firmly pressing into the back curve of his jaw with your fingertips as a hushed murmur fell from your lips.

"Don't ask questions you know the answer to, John. Won't get you anywhere."

Soap growled in response. Placing his hand on your thigh and giving your flesh a firm yet playful grip.

"May have ta shorten th'fishing trip then. Looks like I gotta assert my claim over you again."

"Claim over me, John?"

"Aye. Ain't no way I'm losing you to a gas guzzling bàta."

-

You both lasted no more than another twenty minutes before loading everything into the skiff and jetting back to his prized vessel. Where Soap MacTavish made good to his word and staked his claim over you once again.

Spreading you over every flat surface beneath the bow and docking his thickened cock repeatedly into the deep cove of your cunt.

Master of the Swell Masterlist

This is but a taste of the new WIP I have in store for you, Soap Squad. Johnny's got the 4Runner, the Captain's got a yacht. And goddman, do I have plans to rock that boat.

Tagging those who showed interest. Let me know if you liked to be tagged for further posts. Much love 💛

@deadbranch @ohgeesoap @astraluminaaa @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @d3athtr4psworld @ghosts-goldendoodle @homicidal-slvt @shotmrmiller @glitterypirateduck @macravishedbymactavish @sofasoap @tacticalanxiety @random-thot-generator @writeforfandoms

#teaser for master of the swell #this asked warmed my sun kissed soul #love the beach so damn much #soap squad™️ #glitterypirateduck #the brainrot of Captain MacTavish #captain soap mactavish #captain mactavish #captain soap x you #captain soap x fem reader #og soap x you #og soap x fem reader #soap smut #call of duty #cod

[kittykhaos]

Day 1 of the Burlesque challenge - DM for more info... Or just enjoy my strut, pose & booty shaking 🫨🥵✨️💦

#18+ content #so yummy #burlesque #new zealand #thick babe #onlytease #sexy tease #18+ blog #hot content #ass shake #big tiddy gf #big bootie #bi girls #onlyfans subscription #onlyfans tease #onlyfans girl

[darklydeliciousdesires]

I saw your requests are open! I would LOVE to see Alfie with number 8, “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” 🥵

I’m all about dark too if you feel like it. Thank you! 😊

Can do, one order of Alfie with a large side of dark!

Warnings - Dark!Alfie & smut below the cut. Minors DNI.

The wood emits an odour of damp, the drips from the leaky pipe above it moistening the surface, adding to the overall old, musky fragrance of the cellar. Long ago, it was used for storing wines of the finest vintage, but now the space serves as something else entirely.

The leaky pipe continually drips onto the beam above, your hands and wrists wet, yet not enough for you to struggle free from your rope bindings. How many years does it take wood to rot, you wonder at times. One snapped beam would equal your freedom.

Would you truly want to leave here, though? That would of course mean leaving him.

He might be the one who keeps you in this state of torment, but imagining a life without it is perhaps bleaker than the surroundings you're held prisoner within. Who and what would you be, if not Alfie's plaything?

The sound of heavy footfalls creaking the floorboards above signals his impending appearance, the creaky cellar door opening, the lamp he carries with him finally bringing a little illumination into the darkened space.

He descends the stairs carefully, sniffing, clearing his throat, the scent of him cutting through the musk and the dust, Alfie placing the lamp down on the table.

"'Ello, poppet. Want me to let ya down for a bit, do ya?"

You nod. "Yes, sir." You used to cuss him out, spit in his face, kick him, bite him, but now you know, it all goes a lot more smoothly if you show what he demands. Obedience.

"Good. Right, come on, then. Let's get this rope undied, yeah." Reaching to the hook connected to the upright support strut, he unwinds it, the tension slowly slipping from your wrists and arms as the tightness is loosened. He only lets you go when he has use for you. Falling asleep standing up has become a talent you have mastered, although your weary bones ache for a bed.

Walking to you, he watches as you shake a little life back into your arms, your bindings still tight, the rope that once tied you to the beam above shaking gently. "Still pretty, ain't ya? Bit pale, though. Then again, I suppose ya would be for not seein' no sunshine for a couple 'a months, innit?"

His chuckle, all foreboding grit and rumbling darkness, sets your skin on edge. It's thrill laced with trepidation, an exotic, potent mix, goose pimples rising as your blood begins to run hotter, Alfie reaching for your face. His thumb skims your cupid's bow, eyes touring you as he leans in close.

He smells of rum and deviance, his breath warm where it flutters against your cheek. “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You know exactly how to oblige him, sinking to your knees, waiting patiently as he unfastens his trousers. You can already see the outline of his colossal erection through the black fabric swathing it, your captor pulling himself free, pumping his bulky shaft in a gold ring-adorned grip a few times before steering it to your mouth. "Open wide, love. Yeah, that's a good girl."

He shows no mercy, pushing forth between your lips, his hand fisting in your hair and making you take every last, fat inch of him. You choke him down, sucking gently to begin with, your tongue working the underside of his shaft as he slips back and forth.

The wet heat encasing him has him grunting deeply, cock twitching against your tongue. "Yeah, darlin'. You suck cock like a good'un, don't ya?" He moves faster, fucking your mouth with greater purpose, the need to spill into your throat consuming him.

It never takes too long, your mouth just too delicious an outlet for him, the thrill of knowing he's using you as nothing more than a mere toy adding to the ecstasy that rockets through him. He spurts thick and plentiful onto the back of your tongue, his cum dripping down your throat, his eyes two shards glittering at you through the low light.

It's the sight of him above you like that which burns itself into your brain, keeps you warm and lit up when the illumination is gone, when he's tied you up again and left you all alone in the dark once more.

Sometimes, it's in the darkness where we find the light. You understand only too well that Alfie's darkness is absolutely no exception.

#alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #peaky blinders fanfiction #peakt blinders smut #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic

[oskea93]

✶ Whiskey (2) ✶ - John “Bucky” Egan x OC - Masters of the Air fandom - Multi-chaptered story.

⚠ Warning: Rating 18+ ⚠ Chapter warning: Sexual content, period sexism, spousal belittling, cursing Words: 4353 A/N: Hello again! First off, I just want to say thank you so much for the love and support y'all have shown this story!! You guys are amazing and you have no idea how much I appreciate you guys! So, with this chapter, we get to meet Dominik and Marigold - the husband and MIL. These two will have major impacts on our OC's life and at times their treatment towards her will not be very nice. We also get to meet the most important person in our OCs life... The bright side, we will see our OC spending time with a certain Major 🥵. This story is just getting started and I promise that Mr. Egan and all the fabulous men of the 100th will come to light in the upcoming chapter. It's gonna be a wild one! If you would like to be added to the tag list, just comment your username ☺︎

“I don’t see why you need to accompany your husband to such a location – full of men waiting for their chance to die.”

Rolling my eyes, I kept my mouth shut as my mother-in-law moved around the room. She had volunteered herself to accompany Dom and I to England – stating that she needed to be here for the sake of her granddaughter.

“What’re you expected to do while he’s working? Just longue around and make eyes with all the soldiers – give them blue balls so they can go back to their barracks and dream about you?”

A smile tugged at my face, “Somebody has to get them a little excited, Marigold.”

Her brows knitting together – unsure if I was being serious of not. “That’s what those pin-up women are for – you’re a married woman, Rachel. Married to one of the top colonels in the army – you don’t need to be strutting around like some old whore.”

Sighing, I pushed myself off the chair, her eyes watching me like the hawk she is. “Are you faithful to my son?” The question causing me to stop in my tracks. “You wouldn’t think about stepping out on him, would you?”

Her dark eyes bore into my soul, their intensity like a piercing gaze from the depths of the night. With each passing moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine, as if her gaze held the power to unravel the very core of my being. In that fleeting instant, the world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only her eyes, dark and mysterious, capturing my every thought and emotion in their enigmatic depths. “No –“My tone defensive. “Why ever would you think that?”

Feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation, she shrugged her shoulders, the weight of the moment causing her lips to press tightly together in a display of silent resolve.

“What gives you the idea that I would be unfaithful to Dominik? Because of what I said – that was a joke – they’re very popular nowadays.” Her back straightening at my bitter return.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure despite Mari's biting words. Our relationship had always been strained, but her sharp remarks never failed to sting.

"I understand your concern, Mari," I replied evenly, meeting her gaze. "But I'm not going to England to flirt with soldiers. I'll be there to support Dom and assist in any way I can. It's important for us to be together during his assignment."

Mari huffed, clearly not convinced. "Just be careful, Rachel. Men in uniform can be quite charming, but they're not to be trusted. Don't forget your responsibilities as a wife and a mother."

Her words echoed in my mind, stirring up a mix of frustration and resignation. I knew Mari meant well in her own way, but her traditional views often clashed with my more independent spirit.

"Again, I appreciate your concern, Mari," I said, choosing my words carefully. "I'll always prioritize my family above all else. You can trust me on that."

In that fleeting moment of our interaction, as her captivating eyes locked onto mine, a subtle yet unmistakable expression of doubt crept into her gaze. "I hope so, Rachel. You have a good husband and a beautiful daughter. Don't take that for granted."

In the intricate web of relationships that intertwined our lives, tensions simmered just below the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment. Marigold's disapproval of me seemed to stem from a place of deep-seated insecurity and a need to control the narrative surrounding her son's marriage.

From the very beginning of Dom and I’s relationship, Marigold had made it clear that she held certain expectations for the woman who would become her daughter-in-law. My lack of pedigree, my fiery red hair, and perceived lack of refinement were all points of contention for Marigold. In her eyes, I was an outsider, unworthy of her son's prestigious lineage.

The constant barrage of criticism and belittling remarks from Marigold had taken its toll on me, chipping away at my confidence and sense of self-worth. Despite my best efforts to prove her loyalty and devotion to Dominik, I found herself caught in a never-ending cycle of scrutiny and judgment.

As Marigold insinuated doubts about my fidelity and questioned my motives, I felt a surge of indignation rise within myself. The implication that I would betray Dominik, the man I loved, cut deep, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet, I understood that Marigold's insecurities and fears were driving her behavior, fueling her need to assert control over the situation.

The dynamics between myself and Marigold were fraught with unspoken tensions and power struggles, each woman vying for dominance in their own way. My defiance in the face of Marigold's criticisms and barbs hinted at an underlying strength and resilience that belied my outward appearance.

She lightly cleared her throat, the sound echoing in the opulent room. "Darling," she began, her voice smooth but with an underlying tension. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes. "I know you would never hurt my son in such a fashion."

With deliberate grace, she slowly rose from her seat, her elegant movements betraying the subtle power she held. Her hand smoothed down the expensive fabric of her dress, erasing any hint of imperfection. "You're a very beautiful girl - woman," she remarked, her words laced with a mixture of compliment and observation.

Turning to face me fully, she continued, her gaze piercing yet enigmatic. "Those men at Thorpe Abbots haven't seen or been around a real woman in who knows how long - only the women that are working or the local townies." Her voice trailed off momentarily, her hands coming to rest gently on my arms. "It's going to be hard for them to resist you."

I regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as she pivoted back towards the chair, as if the weight of her words had dissipated as quickly as they had been spoken. I felt the urge to respond rising within me, but something in her demeanor made me hesitate, my words left unspoken.

As she settled back into her seat, a subtle yet unmistakable smugness crept into her expression, adding a layer of complexity to her otherwise composed facade. Her eyes met mine once more, a silent challenge lingering in their depths.

"Better get packing, darling," she remarked casually, the nonchalance in her tone belying the undercurrent of tension that hung in the air…

We lay in silence, the distant sounds of the bustling streets below providing a gentle background melody that filled the room. His touch, feather-light against the curve of my ribcage, sent a shiver of electricity racing through my body.

"Someone walking over your grave?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he traced patterns on my skin with his fingertips.

Resting my chin on his chest, our gazes locked in a shared moment of intimacy. "Excuse me?" I replied, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

He chuckled softly, the sound like music in the quiet room, as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face. "My pops used to say that when you get a cold chill, it means someone is walking on your grave." His words carried a touch of nostalgia and folklore.

Raising my eyebrows in amusement, I shook my head. "Can't say I've heard that one before."

As my left hand trailed down his chest, I noticed the cross necklace he wore, a simple yet meaningful charm that he kept close for protection. Taking the pendant between my thumb and index finger, I studied it briefly before placing it gently in the center of his chest, my fingers lingering over the cool metal.

"My mom gave it to me before I left," he explained, his voice tinged with emotion. "I'm not really a believer, but you need something to protect you out there."

Moved by his vulnerability, I began to share a piece of my own family history. "My grandmother was a God-fearing woman," I started, the memories of her devout faith flooding back. "She would attend church on Sundays and Wednesdays, unwavering in her devotion even in the face of adversity." A pang of sorrow touched my heart as tears threatened to well up in my eyes. "But when my Grandad fell ill, her faith wavered. She prayed for miracles as he lay dying, his lungs ravaged by years spent in the mines."

The weight of past grief hung heavy in the air between us, the shared stories weaving a bond of understanding and empathy that transcended words.

John's arm tightened around my waist; his unwavering attention focused on every word I spoke.

"After he passed away, she changed," I continued, a wistful smile playing on my lips as I reminisced. "She stopped praying, stopped going to church as often, stopped believing. My grandad was her entire world, her reason for everything. She used to tell my brother and me that God had led Grandad into her life." The warmth of nostalgia colored my voice as I shared the cherished memories.

"She would say that she prayed for God to send her a hard-working farm boy - one with dark hair and skilled hands." John's chest rumbled with laughter; his amusement palpable in the air between us. "And one day, it was as if he appeared out of the heavens, right at Sampson's Feed store across the street from her daddy's farm."

As I slowly rose from the bed, the sheet draped around my waist, I pulled my legs up to my chest, lost in the recollection. "She loved that man more than anything - perhaps even more than she loved God, I think."

The bed shifted as John pressed his chest against my back, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Have you ever felt that kind of love?" His whisper tickled my ear, his words laden with a depth of emotion.

Turning my head, our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, an unspoken connection weaving between us in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Does right now count?" I murmured between kisses, the warmth of our closeness enveloping us.

A smile played on John's lips as he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well," he teased, gently guiding me into a lying position on the mattress, "you were certainly calling for him earlier."

We both laughed, the shared moment of levity breaking through any lingering tension. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our gazes meeting with a mix of affection and sincerity.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered, his words carrying a depth of feeling that stirred my heart.

My fingers tangled in his brown locks, finding their place at the nape of his neck. "As are you, John Egan." I replied, the unspoken bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

His lips met mine in a gentle manner, each light peck carrying a world of unspoken emotions, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek with a touch that spoke volumes. We lingered in that moment of quiet intimacy, the outside world fading into insignificance as we shared a silent connection that transcended words.

After a moment, he lifted himself up from the bed, leaving the sheet behind as he made his way to the curtained window. I watched as his back muscles moved beneath his skin, a silent display of tension and contemplation as he gazed out at the streets below. The sun had hidden behind the thickening clouds, casting the room into a dim twilight as the impending rain approached.

Quietly, I crawled out of the bed, the sheet slipping off my body as I closed the distance between us.

Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his mid-section, offering a comforting embrace. "Are you okay?" I whispered, pressing my lips against his back, seeking to convey my support through the simple contact of our bodies.

He let out a deep sigh, his body relaxing into my touch as his hands found their place atop mine. "You ever wonder if all of this is really worth it?" His voice held a weight of solemn reflection as he voiced the doubts that lingered in his mind. "All this killing and bombing - innocent lives lost every day, many of them unaware until it's too late." The heaviness of his words echoed the burdens he carried, the moral complexities of his actions weighing heavily on his conscience.

Listening to his inner turmoil, I felt a surge of empathy and understanding for the struggles he faced. "You can't beat yourself up about that, John," I spoke softly, offering reassurance in the face of his inner turmoil. "The choices you've made, the actions you've taken - they may be part of a larger conflict, but you have to remember the good you're fighting for, the lives you're trying to protect."

John and I barely knew one another, but even in the brief moments we shared, it was evident that the weight of war was bearing down heavily on him. His eyes, once bright with youthful vigor, now held a weariness that seemed to go beyond mere physical exhaustion. It was a weariness of the soul, a deep-seated fatigue born from the harrowing experiences he had endured on the battlefield.

"My pal Buck says the same thing," He remarked, a faint smile edging on his face as memories of their conversations flooded back. "He always told me to just worry about getting back home to Wisconsin – making sure our country and those helping us fight those German pricks win the battle – big or small."

As the rain began to drum against the windowpanes, a sense of shared vulnerability enveloped us, binding us together in a moment of shared empathy and support amidst the storm of uncertainty and doubt.

His hands fell from mine as he turned towards me, his eyes falling on my naked frame. The slightest hint of sadness could be seen in his irises. Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us, his callused hands reaching my thighs, bending down slightly as he hoisted me onto his hips. Our lips never separating, a muffled moan purred through my body as my back hit the wall next to the window. The cooling fall air that drifted in from the draft window was no match for the heat that coursed through my body as John’s touch lit a fire in and outside my body.

As our embrace deepened, the weight of the war seemed to momentarily fade away, replaced by a sense of raw connection and passion. In that fleeting moment, there was only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and longing.

The world outside may have been engulfed in chaos and uncertainty, but within the walls of that room, time seemed to stand still. Each touch, each kiss, spoke volumes of unspoken emotions and desires. It was a moment of respite, a brief escape from the harsh realities of the outside world.

With the leverage from the wall, his hand made quick work as it moved between our bodies, his large fingers finding my clit, my hips responding as they moved against his touch.

“John, please.” My mouth latching onto his neck, an animalistic growl releasing from his body.

His paced quickened, “Tell me what you want.” His breath hot against my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

My teeth biting down harder on his neck as my walls began to clench around his touch. “Goddammit, Rachel –“His words full of lust. “Tell me what you fucking want.”

The pleasure causing tears to form in my eyes, “Fuck me, John.” Out of breath. “Please just fuck me, please!” Without warning, his cock slammed into me. His lips harshly meeting mine, stifling the gasp that fell between our kiss.

The pace was fast – hard as our hips slapped against one another. His fingers digging into my sides as my nails dragged down his back, hard enough to pull away the first layer of skin.

“Harder.” I begged. “Oh God, please go harder!”

I cried out in pain as my back repeatedly hit the wall behind me – his cock swelling inside of me as we started to reach our climax.

The warm sensation soon flooded my core, the liquid rolling down my leg as his cock stayed buried inside of me. His lips peppering kisses along my collarbone as my fingers floated through his hair as we both regained our breath.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it back to the base.”

“And why’s that?” His hips slowly moving again.

“Because-“The friction between our hips causing us both to groan. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

As the soft glow of the vanity lights illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance over the space, Dominik's footsteps echoed against the wooden floors, the sound a rhythmic accompaniment to the weight of the impending departure. His words lingered in the air, carrying with them a mixture of anticipation and melancholy.

"I spoke with Colonel Huglin over the phone today," His voice tinged with a hint of tension that belied the calm facade he tried to maintain. "It seems like everything is ready for our arrival in the morning."

I turned to face him, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. His hair, usually meticulously styled, now bore the tousled look of a man consumed by nerves and the weight of responsibility.

"My mother is going to take Charlotte back to the States once we get on the plane," Dominik continued, his words hanging between us with unspoken emotions. "I told her to stay here for a while, but she's insistent on getting out of England."

I couldn't help but inwardly roll my eyes at Marigold's insistence on whisking Charlotte away to New York. The prospect of being separated from my daughter for an unknown stretch of time tugged at my heart, the idea of her absence leaving an ache in its wake. While Dominik and Marigold argued that the military base was no place for a young girl, I couldn't shake the feeling that there were other children in the town who could keep her company.

“What time do we leave?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Dominik checked his watch, furrowing his brow. “Huglin mentioned the plane will be ready at nine sharp. We need to be at the airfield no later than 8:30.”

I bit my lip, a pang of sadness washing over me. “Charlotte will still be sleeping when we leave. I can’t bear not saying goodbye to her. We don’t know how long we’ll be a part. Your mother isn’t gonna let me wake her that early.”

“Maybe it’s best we leave without saying goodbye.” Dominik suggested, his tone matter of fact.

I stood up from the vanity, feeling a surge of frustration. “You can’t be serious, Dom?”

He shrugged, his expression impassive. “You know how my mother is. She doesn’t want Charlotte upset. She’ll have to deal with a crying child when we leave.”

Dominik’s dismissal of my feelings stung. “I’ll have Mother call the base when they land in New York and you can talk to Charlotte then,” he continued, his hands moving down my arms.

Tensions crackled in the air as he towered over me. His words, though well-intentioned, felt like a cage closing in around me. “I know it’s hard to be away from the baby, but I need you with me. You’re my rock, sweetheart,” he murmured, planting a gentle kiss on my neck. “I can’t go anywhere without my special little rock.”

I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside of me – love, frustration, and a hint of resignation. Dominik’s ability to use intimacy to end arguments was both comforting and manipulative. I knew that arguing further would only lead to more tension. So, with a heavy heart, I relented, letting the moment of peace wash over us…

As I stood by Charlotte's bedside, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a warm aura over the room, memories flooded her mind. Remembering the first time I held Charlotte in her arms, the overwhelming rush of love and protectiveness that consumed my heart. It was a feeling unlike any other, a bond that transcended words and explanations.

Gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from Charlotte's face, I whispered, "Sweetheart, it's time for me to go now. But remember, mommy loves you more than anything in this world." My voice cracked with emotion as I fought back tears, hand trembling slightly as I traced the curve of her cheek.

She stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal sleepy, drowsy eyes. "Mama?" she murmured, her voice soft and filled with innocence.

My heart ached at the sight of my precious daughter looking up at me, so small and vulnerable in the dim light. "Hi, baby girl," my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I go."

She reached out a tiny hand, her fingers seeking the comfort of her mother's touch. "Don't go, Mama," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Tears welled up in my eyes, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Charlotte's forehead. "I have to go, darling, but I'll be back before you know it. Grandmother will take good care of you while I'm away, okay?" I reassured her, my voice filled with love and tenderness.

With a heavy heart, I tucked the covers snugly around Charlotte, tucking her in with care. Lingering for a moment, savoring the quiet peace of the room before I reluctantly turned to leave.

As I stepped out into the hallway, a familiar voice made me jump in surprise. "A little early for tears, Rachel," Mari's voice floated towards her, her figure blending into the shadows of the room.

Startled, I clutched my chest, heart racing from the unexpected encounter. "Marigold, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I gasped, trying to steady my breathing.

Mari's gaze flickered towards Charlotte's room, her expression unreadable. "Dominik told you not to wake her," she reminded in a low tone. "You know how she gets when you leave her. It wasn't a wise choice, Rachel."

Feeling a pang of guilt, I nodded silently, realizing the impact of my actions. With a heavy sigh, I prepared myself for the difficult task ahead, knowing that leaving Charlotte behind was a sacrifice I had to make for now.

I watched as she retreated into Charlotte's room, glaring daggers as she closed the door behind her, the tension between us palpable in the air. I stood there for a moment, the silence of the house buzzing in my ears like a persistent drone, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within me. With a heavy exhale, I gathered my resolve and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. The faint sound of a car engine humming in the distance pulled me back to the present, prompting me to make my way towards the awaiting vehicle, each step feeling heavier than the last as I left the turbulent scene behind me.

The weather once again mimicked the mood, a common occurrence for England, with dark clouds looming overhead and a chilly wind cutting through the air. Despite the dreariness of the day, there was a certain familiarity in the gray skies and mist that enveloped the surroundings, as if nature itself was reflecting the emotional turmoil within.

My eyes met the driver's, a silent exchange of gratitude passing between us as he held the car door open, a small gesture that spoke volumes amidst the unspoken tension that lingered in the air. Dominik's body stiff beside me, his presence a palpable force in the confined space of the car.

"I told you to leave her alone, Rachel. I told you not to wake her, and of course, you never listen." Dominik's voice was low, the words carrying a weight of frustration and disappointment.

He stared out the window, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside, the rigid set of his jaw betraying his inner turmoil.

"After your little emotional moment," Dominik's voice cut through the tense silence in the car, his words laced with a hint of frustration. He paused; the weight of his gaze heavy as he turned to look at me briefly before returning his attention to the road ahead. "You better hope we're not late getting to the airfield."

His words stung, a stark reminder of the consequences of my actions and the impact they had on our plans. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing that my emotional outburst had potentially jeopardized Dominik's mission and the success of the operation ahead. The weight of his disapproval bore down on me, adding to the already heavy atmosphere in the car.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to form a coherent response. The reality of the situation sank in, the urgency of our mission overshadowing any personal grievances or misunderstandings between us. With a deep breath, I nodded silently, understanding the gravity of the situation and the need to focus on the task at hand.

As the car started to move away, my thoughts were consumed by Charlotte. I had envisioned our trip to Thorpe Abbots with Dominik as a special event, a chance for us to bond and create lasting memories together. Dominik, poised to become the 2nd colonel in command, was about to embark on a crucial mission to take down the German forces, and I had hoped to support him in this pivotal moment of his career.

However, as the weight of our unspoken tensions and misunderstandings hung heavy in the air, I couldn't shake the feeling of missed opportunities and shattered expectations. What was meant to be a moment of triumph and unity now seemed clouded by discord and distance.

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Cruel Little Vixen 2

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Chapter Summary: After your time with Eddie, you figured the two of you grew a mutual understanding of one another. Except you discover some things about him that you’re determined to confront him about. During an album signing event, Eddie, gives you the cold shoulder. Two can play that game.

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A/N: This is was so fun to write! I did a rendition of the scene between Eddie and Chrissy in the woods where instead it’s the reader and Eddie reminiscing. Also the guy at the bar that reader meets is modeled to look like Fabien Frankel or Ser Criston from House of Dragons because that man is fine and reader gets all the hot boys 🥵 periodt. Next chapter will be spicy 🌶

Word Count: 6.5k+

Warnings: graphic language, humor, lots and lots of fluffy moments, bit of angst, sexual tension, suggestive language, mean!eddie, mean!reader, marijuana consumption, brief moment of female masturbation, alcohol consumption, vomiting

“Will you come out already?” Eddie groans, knocking on the closet door to pass you a joint. “It’s lonely out here.”

“No! You’ll laugh at me.” You called out from the other side. Sliding the white wooden door a crack, you poke your hand through the space to retrieve the joint. You take a drag and immediately go into a coughing fit.

“You okay in there? You sound like my Aunt Helen on her 3rd pack of cigarettes for the day.”

“I’m good.”

“I can make you some tea to relieve that cough. All ya gotta do is come out.”

You’re not sure how Eddie talked you into it but somehow you were partaking in a smoke session with him. It was the very first time you’d ever tried marijuana. You figured, ‘Why the hell not?’, believing the THC would eventually calm your nerves after the pool incident.

Currently, you’re in his bedroom. More specifically, in his closet and you were given some clothes to try on. Only Eddie being high meant that he wanted to have some fun.

“No thanks! Cough’s all gone so I won’t be falling for your tricks to get me out there. I know exactly how you’ll react.”

“Trust me, little vixen. I won’t laugh.”

“We’re nowhere near the trusting stage. You yanked me into a pool.”

“I thought we agreed to keep that in the past.”

“Your definition of ‘past’ is a fairly short time frame.”

“There’s no specific amount of time passed to be defined as the ‘past’. So, yeah, any time from now is in the past. Much like this conversation. Now can you please come out?”

“You…won’t laugh?” You whispered, standing directly in front of the door so that he’d hear you.

“You have my word.” Eddie singsongs.

You sighed, carefully sliding the closet door to the side. Eddie takes a step back waiting for you to step out fully. The moment you do, his eyes twinkled and he began to stifle his snickering.

“I feel ridiculous,” You looked ridiculous. You were wearing his tiger striped coat you’d seen him wore one time in a Heartthrob Magazine’s photoshoot, a wide brim hat with a large feather on the side, purple bellbottom pants that barely fit, a satin floral shirt, giant platform shoes, and green tinted shades. Eddie bursts into laughter, no longer able to contain it. “I knew you’d laugh.”

“I-I’m s-sorry b-but you…” He attempts speaking between fits of laughter. “You just look so adorable. Like a little rockstar.”

“Rockstar? I look like a pimp.” You say, gesturing up and down your body.

“Gah, wish I had a cane for you. It’d complete the look,” He chuckles. “Do a little walk for me.”

“If I do, will you give me something to actually wear?”

“Yes.”

“Ughh. Fine,” You rolled your eyes. Your feigned frustration quickly turning into amusement as you gave your best ‘man’ strut. He beams with joy. His toothy smile is absolutely breathtaking. “This is so stupid.” You say, throwing the hat on the bed.

“How about entertaining?”

“Oh, so I’m here to ‘entertain’ you?”

“Hey, if I have to bare my heart and soul into this whole fiasco so that you can get some brownie points with your company, I should be allowed to have some fun with it.”

“This is for your reputation, too, ya know. You’re not doing me any favors. I could’ve done an exposé on literally any other rockstar.”

“Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of half-witted musicians to choose from. Yet, you’re here…with me. Seems like I must’ve made a good impression,” He smirks, taking the joint from you. In exchange, you received a normal set of clothes. “See? I can be a gentleman of my word.”

“Thank you.” You say, giving your best ‘manly’ wink to stay in character with your current fit.

“W-what…are you doing?” He says a facial expression mixed with curiosity, horror, and amusement.

“I’m trying to shoot you a cute, boyish wink.”

“It looks like you’re having a stroke,” He laughs. “Stop now or you give yourself an aneurysm.”

Heading back into the closet, you removed all the funny looking clothes then unfolded the new shirt given to you. When you laid eyes on it, you smiled brightly.

The famous Hellfire Club T-shirt. He kept it even after 3 years. Maybe there was still that awkward high school outcast in him. It was comforting in a way you couldn’t understand.

Throwing on the shirt, you look at yourself in the full body mirror. It fit you like a mini dress, the hemline covering only half your ass. You looked down for the bottoms he’d given you only to realize he hadn’t given any at all.

“Think you might’ve forgotten some bottoms for me to wear, rockstar?”

“Nah, didn’t forget. Just didn’t give ‘em.”

You let out air through your nose. “Why not?”

“Come and get it.”

You growled. The door slides open again and Eddie’s in front of it with a goofy smile, gym shorts in hand.

“Does being high make you act like a child?” You hissed.

He doesn’t say a word, dangling the shorts in front of you. You leap forward, attempting to grab them with one hand while your other hand tugs at the front hem of the shirt to cover up as much as possible. Eddie’s quick, immediately dodging your hands then he’s a few feet away. You glare at him, wishing you could wipe the smug look on his face.

Closing the gap between you, you launch forward once again. Eddie raises the arm carrying the shorts, hovering it over his head and forcing you to jump to reach them. Then, he suddenly lowers his hand, offering up the shorts. You tried taking it but his grip was so damn tight around them.

“Give it to me.” You say, tugging the fabric over and over.

“Okay, okay.” He lets go and you unceremoniously fall back against his mattress.

Your eyes are to the ceiling, a large mirror above the bed. You felt the mattress sink beside you. Eddie’s lying beside you also looking up at the mirror as if the two of you were stargazing.

“A mirror over your bed? Why? You wanna make your hair’s perfect even when you sleep?” Soon as you finished this point, the revelation hits you like a ton of bricks. The raised eyebrow Eddie shot you only furthered your understanding. “It’s a sex thing…isn’t it?”

“It’s more than ‘a sex thing’. It’s like art to me.”

“Oh god. Could you be real for like 5 seconds?” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“I’m being real. You know how sexy it is to watch yourself going through the motions of pleasure. You look through that mirror and it captures everything like a picture. It’s Life imitating art. Tell me when you look in that mirror, how do you feel?”

You stared up at your reflection for a few seconds in silence. “I feel indifferent.”

“The way you look at your reflection says it all but we can change that. Stick with me, little vixen, and by the end of this month, you’ll view yourself differently.”

“Why do you call me that? Little Vixen. Like the name of your song.”

“Because Vixens are usually hot-headed shrews.”

“Wow, thanks.” You say sarcastically.

“But…” He turns to his side and you turn on yours, too, your faces inches apart. “…when if you tame a shrew the meaning of a vixen shifts. Now she’s a sexy, flirtatious, badass.”

“You think I’m sexy?” You’re emotions betray you and you blush profusely.

“I also called you a hot-headed but if you’d like to focus on the positives I don’t blame you.”

“Shut up.” You giggled.

“Make me.”

You laughter dies out. You stare at him hard then smiled again. Your heart beating and despite your nerves, You were bold enough to ask, “What’d you suggest I do?”

Eddie doesn’t speak. Instead, he simply bites his lip and proceeds to move closer and…closer. If he didn’t hear your heart attempting to jump out of your chest, then he’d for sure hear your breathing pick up.

He gets on top of you. You can feel him poking your inner thigh. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel it. It’s hard. It’s huge. You’re eyes are big and wide, an innocence in them. His eyes looked so pretty it made you jealous. And his lips looked so soft and full. If you’d lift your head just enough, you could feel them on yours. He’s not going to make the move. You had to.

Swallowing hard, you worked up the courage to lift your head off the mattress. Your noses bump against one another, foreheads pressed together. Just a few centimeters more and it’ll happen. Your eyes flutter shut and nails sunken into the small of his back, when you feel him grinding himself against your core as if to encourage you further.

The sensations were incredible and your high only added to the lightheaded fuzziness you felt. You move your head up further.

5 centimeters. 4. 3. 2—

“Shit, Fire!” Eddie yanks himself up from your body, leaving you dazed. The two of you had forgotten the joint you’d been sharing back in forth was now resting on the hat you’d thrown on the bed, burning it.

He quickly throws the hat to the ground, stomping it until the little flame extinguishes. Meanwhile, you were trying to gather your composure slipping on the shorts you’d intended to wear in the first place. You almost kissed him! Which possibly would have led to…no! Nothing’s going to happen. Not today. Not ever. He may have gotten away with it with the girl before you but you meant serious business. This was your career on the line.

You cursed in your head for allowing yourself to be so vulnerable. You’ve always prided yourself for not falling for the charms of promiscuous musicians and actors you’ve encountered in the past. Yet, why did it feel so right with Eddie? You hardly knew him.

You jump out of bed, making sure there was no chance of that scenario repeating itself.

He lets out a small, laugh. “Sorry about that. I must’ve been so distracted. Didn’t realize I’d thrown the damn thing just anywhere.”

“At least, you caught it.” You crossed your arms over your chest almost like you were naked trying to cover yourself from him.

He notices your discomfort. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. All good. We should go downstairs, though. My clothes must be dried by now and I have a few more questions to ask you before I head out.”

“So soon?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I have to meet with my boss about…my font size.”

“Your…font size?”

“Mhm. He thinks it’s obnoxious and that I should try something more eye catching. I was thinking Comic Sans.”

“Fucking Comic Sans? I thought we were friends. Anything but that or else I’ll never forgive you.”

“Noted.”

————

“Do you write your own songs?” You were back in track. The two of you in the living room as you wrote more information in the notebook he lended you.

“Of course do. I don’t trust anyone other than my band to write our songs. Our songs are usually based of our experiences.”

“Death Cunt?”

“That’s Mel’s song,” Eddie laughs. “It’s about this time Mel gave one of our groupie girls a chance to rock his world. The guy’s going at it and she tells him that while he’s inside her, she can do this crazy trick with her—”

“I think I’m good! No need to be traumatized here.”

“You’re lost,” He shrugs. “It’s an hilarious story. Very engaging for readers.”

“What about ‘Cruel Little Vixen’? You wrote that song?”

“Yes.”

“Was it based off any particular woman?”

“My 12th grade English teacher. She was 32 at the time. I was 19.”

“Mrs. Wheeler?! But I liked her. Sucks that she’s a groomer.”

“Wait…how’d you know her name?”

“Uhhh, well, I…um,” You sighed. “Okay. I’ll come clean I guess. I know you from high school. We’ve spoken a handful of times. Nothing revolutionary, moving, or anything.”

“Really? How come I don’t remember you?”

“Because I was always in the background. People hardly noticed me. Crazy thing is…I like it that way. But I’ll jog you memory. I was the girl in the school newspaper club.”

“Oh yeahh,” He nods, smilely brightly. “You were the only girl in the newspaper club. Your hair was shorter. You used to wear that really neat mushroom-patterned sweater. I complimented you about it once and you told me you had a boyfriend and walked off.”

“You remembered that?”

“Course I did. Think that’s the first time I ever heard a girl utter that phrase to me so I’d leave them alone. Ya know, because I was ‘the freak’.”

“That day…I actually wanted to compliment you back. I really liked your Hellfire Club shirts. I wanted to say it but my mouth moved quicker than my mind. It happens a lot actually. Even in adulthood. I’d gotten so used to being dismissive of everyone because I’d been disregarded by them first. So, it wasn’t that I thought you were a freak, I just thought you’d be…”

“Mean and scary.” He finishes.

“Yeah,” You give a dry laugh. “I’m not used to people being nice to me. You seemed really kind with others but I didn’t think it could extend towards me.”

“Can I be honest?”

“Mhm.”

“I used to think you were mean and scary, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I still mean and scary?”

“When you first walked into that dressing room and read every part of me…yeah I did.” He chuckles.

“And now?”

“Now I think you’re pretty okay.”

“You’re pretty okay, too. Maybe a little bit pervy and rude at times but…you’re okay.”

“I’m glad that I’ve changed your impression of me,” He smiles. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve known me, though?”

“Because I wanted to leave a little mystery, ya know. Clock your every thought and surprise you with the things I knew about you so you’d like me enough as your interviewer.”

“Ah, so that’s how you called me out so well the other day.”

“Nah, I’m just that good.” You say, patting yourself on the back.

“Would you like to borrow it?”

“What?”

“The Hell Fire Club shirt.”

“You’d lend it to me?”

“Course. You like it, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then, take it as long as you’d like. Maybe in return, you’d let me try on your mushroom sweater.”

You giggled. “How do you know if I still have it?”

“No way would you get rid of a sweater that cool.”

“You’re right. It is a really neat sweater,” You hold out your hand for him to shake. “It’s a deal?”

He looks down at your hand and you were were sure he’d leave you hanging like the first day. However, he puts his hand in yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Deal.” He smiles.

—————

You’d gotten home, flurry of butterflies in your stomach. You actually had a decent evening with Eddie. You couldn’t wait to write about it. Although, you’d be leaving out some of the very unprofessional moments you had shared together.

“You’re home early.” Chrissy says, calling out from the kitchen. You enter, leaning on the counter as she prepared a meal.

“I know. I decided to call it. I think I got most of what I needed for my second day article. The fans will love this one.”

“Ooh, I take it that you had a fun time.” She says looking at your outfit. You’d decided to keep Eddie’s clothes instead of switching back to yours.

“No. It wasn’t like that. It was a good wholesome time,” Aside from the weed smoking and near kiss incident. “He almost drowned me in a pool along with my writing notebook. So, he offered some clothes. We did an interview and bonded about school…”

“He knows you went to high school together?”

“Yeah, I confessed. He didn’t seem to care that I held that back from him. Just wanted to know why. He’s actually an okay guy. You were right all along, pom-poms.”

“I’m always right, babes,” She winks.

“So wanna watch a movie? I’m in the mood for something scary. Like Carrie.”

“Sorry, love, I thought you’d be coming home super late. I invited Billy over for dinner.”

“Billy Hargrove?! The guy’s a major asshole. Thought he was only a one time fling?”

“He can be really cute once you get to know him.”

“I’ve know him enough, poms.”

“Surface level, isn’t enough. Remember with Eddie? Billy’s just the same. Jason was, too. They’ve got layers. Like walls waiting to be broken down.”

“Or onions when peeled, they make you cry,” You retort. “All this tells me is that you have awful taste in men.”

Chrissy shrugs. “I’ll own up to it. After all, a good girl can’t resist bad boy.”

“Good thing, I’m celibate.”

Chrissy groans. “Sweetheart, you’re young and you need to catch a dick,” The doorbell rings. “Oh! That’s him.”

She adjusts her hair and dress, then answers the door. There’s Billy arm up, leaning against the door from with flowers in the other hand like some casanova.

“For me!” Chrissy says in high-pitched tone, smiling brightly.

“Anything for a girl as sweet as you.” Billy says, licking his lips.

You put a finger to your mouth, pretending to gag then immediately stopping when you notice him look in your direction.

“Hey, You.” He waves.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Ain’t that what I said?” He says nonchalantly, pushing passed you.

You glare at Chrissy who shoots you a forced, awkward smile.

“I seen your article on Francis the Freak. It was some funny shit.” Billy says.

“You read?”

“Y/N!” Chrissy chastises.

“Sorry. What I meant to say was ‘You read my article’?”

“Oh, yeah. Everyone’s reading it. It’s the talk of the town. My employees at the bar won’t stop talking about it” He explains.

“You should visit Billy’s bar sometime, Y/N. It’s really fun. In fact, we can go tomorrow night if you’re free.” Chrissy says.

You contemplated a little. Why not? Some fun in your life will do you good. You’re always looking for a way out of things. And if you learned anything from your talk with Eddie, you’ve learned that your always pushing others away. “Okay. I’ll go.”

“Really? Oh, that’s great,” Chrissy hugs you. “So, tomorrow after your time with Francis, we’ll do a little shopping and be the hottest girls in the club.”

“You’ll be number one, of course, babe.” Billy says, pulling Chrissy to him flushed against him; his hand on her butt.

“Billy. Not in front of my best friend.” She giggles, kissing his cheek

“Oookay,” You gathered your things and some snacks since you had a real bad case of the munchies. “I’m going to leave you crazy kids alone. Please keep the noise down to a minimum. My walkman’s broken and these walls are thin.”

You head head up to your room. Laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling. You can still smell Eddie’s cologne on you. You were still in his clothes and it only reminded you of the warmth you felt when he laid on top of you.

His lips just looked so, so kissable. You bet if you’d kissed him you would’ve melted for sure. Forfeit any kind of thoughts of celibacy. How could you not? When he’s the embodiment of sex itself. Without thinking, your hand slowly travels down to your underwear at the thought of him onto of you. You rub slowly circles trying to remember and match the tempo of his thrusts.

What am I doing? This is a client that I’m fantasizing about, God’s sakes! If I touch myself thinking of him, then how would I have the gall to face him after that? You need to channel this energy somewhere else. Like writing. You’re good at that.

Sometimes, you had hated how much of a stickler you were. Pulling your hand away from your pants, you began took the notebook that Eddie had given you, flipping through it to collect your notes when you spotted some pages were already filled in. Some filled with half written songs. Some poetry. But a page in particular stopped you dead in your tracks. It was a bulleted list. Each point listed relating to how to charm journalists for a positive article.

You felt almost betrayed. His kindness had only been a ploy? And to think you were starting to think he was a decent guy. He tried to seducing you when all else failed, believing you would be just another dickmatized fan. You could just scream. He’ll be hearing from you tomorrow.

——————

The next day you were assigned to attend the Corroded Coffin album signing. Long, long lines of excited fans waiting to have their records and cassettes signed by the members.

Eddie was in the wardrobe trailers. This time you knew better. You knocked first. He calls out for you to come in and you immediately put on your best angry face.

He looks you up and down and instead of saying ‘hi’—of smiling…he blinks, bored. He’s a complete parallel of himself and obviously it made you question if he was replaced by some alien.

“Can I help you?” He asks.

You scoffed. “Yes, you can actually. Please explain this.” You throw the balled up paper at his chest and he catches it, unfolding the paper to view.

“It’s nothing. This is just my manager’s tips to make me nicer to interviewers because I couldn’t care less.”

“Oh, so you were just faking all that nice things you said.”

“Obviously not. I’m a nice person but I’m also made to follow rules that just the way show business goes.”

“I also found some other really damning things in your notebook. Like this page of you and your bandmates tallying up your sexual partners like some kind of competition,” You held the notebook up, shaking it around in the sir. “Is that what I was supposed to be last night? One of your conquests.”

He rolls his eyes, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. “Don’t flatter yourself, little vixen.”

“I wouldn’t call it flattery to be treated like an object. At least if you wanted to keep up with this whole facade, look through your notebooks before handing it to the girl that can make your life a social pariah.”

“What are you so mad about? That I was trying to act like I care for any of this interview crap. I really don’t. I care for my music and that only. I appreciate the exposure, though,” He tries to flick the lighter then lights his cigarette. You pull the stick from his mouth, stomping on it. “Oh, real mature.” He says, sarcastically.

“Says the guy who makes bets about the amount of sexual partners with their bandmates.”

“That was when we were horny losers just starting out our careers as rockstars. I couldn’t give a shit about it now.”

“Regardless, I know exactly who you are.”

“You know nothing. Even if we went to school together.”

“I know enough. And ya know what, I’m keeping the Hellfire Club shirt as compensation for the night you’ve put me through.”

“You mean, the night you probably went back home to touch yourself to memories of me all over you?”

Your eyes are the size of saucers. How did he know that? Is he some kind of wizard?

“I-I can’t believe your insinuating that I’d do that?”

“Not insinuating. I know it. The moment I said it you were so flustered. It’s too easy,” He walks passed you, walking out but not before turning around to say, “And you can go on and keep the shirt. It’s nothing special anyway. I have more like it.”

You let out air through your nose. You were a raging bull. A fire-breathing dragon. You were fucking livid. If he wanted to play games, then you were more than willing to be player two.

At the signing table, Eddie ignored you the entire way through, especially the moment where you needed to ask him some questions in between signings. Instead, he focused more on flirting with the women who approached him,

A pretty woman in particular approached his table, making suggestive comments. “I’ve been a huge fan ever since you first began. Practically followed you guys cross country wherever you played. I’d always had this fantasy I’d get to meet you backstage and you’d see me—”

“Quick question, Francis,” You say, interrupting the story. Eddie slowly turns his head to you, clearly annoyed. “Do you usually have to explain to your sexual partners about the various ointments you own as a means to not to scare them away from whatever issues you may have?”

The girl blinks at you then Eddie.

“Oops, did I say that out loud?” Your voice saccharine in its deceit.

Eddie growls. If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. But you were living. Living for this moment to be exact. He turns his attention to the girl and laughs. “Sorry about my…eccentric interviewer. She’s clearly not telling the truth.”

She laughs nervously. “Um, I’ll see you maybe the next show you play. It was nice meeting you, though.” She leaves.

“Way to go, cockblock.” Eddie snaps at you and his bandmates beside him began chuckling.

“She got you there, mate.” Judas Argo says, fist bumping you.

“You’re as petty as the last interviewer. Gonna write an article about how I’m the scum that broke your heart?” Eddie teases.

“Please. I couldn’t waste good ink writing such a bore of an article. This isn’t pettiness. If I’m going to pour my heart and soul into this ‘whole fiasco’, I should be allowed to have some fun.” You smirked, parroting the words he’d said to you last night.

He fumes and you do as well. Oh, this is war.

The rest of the album signing event, the two of you tried to one up each other on the ‘piss each other off’ antics. You’d open up a chip bag really loud as he spoke, he’d answer your questions with gibberish circling answers that led nowhere and meant nothing, you’d stare hard at him, he’d invade your personal space moving his chair as closer to yours as possible. You were like 4 year olds. A part of you felt bad because it was really all about the fans experience yet at the same time you couldn’t help how angry you felt. You hated that he’d gotten to you so easily.

You met up with some of the fans who’d you’d interrupted their time from Eddie and his bandmates, apologizing for your inappropriate behavior. One thing about Eddie’s fans, they were all really cool and understanding and after a while you’d even made some friends.

In the corner of your eye, Eddie was watching you from afar, a small smile on his face.

————

When the event had ended, you didn’t wait to say goodbye to Eddie. You’d said your goodbyes to his bandmates and manager, then you were gone with the wind.

You met up with Chrissy at the mall. Her words were very clear. You were going to shop til you drop.

“What do you think of this dress?” You held up a long yellow dress with a slit on the side.

“Maybe if you were trying out as a game show hostess for the Wheel of Fortune.” Chrissy comments. “I have terrible taste in men, you have terrible taste in fashion. We’re a match made in heaven.”

“Or hell.”

“Oooo, you’ve gotta wear this.” Chrissy pulls out a little black dress from the rack.

It was simple yet effective, made to hug your curves. But could you pull it off?

“Ooo, that’s hot,” You say, eyeing the dress. “It’ll look more amazing on you though. I don’t think I’d look right in it.”

“Be forreal, babes. This will make your ass and tits look fantastico.” She says, giving a chef’s kiss.

“You really think so?” You smiled, looking back at your butt.

“Yes, now try it on before I do steal it for myself.”

You smiled, brightly, then took the dress to the dressing room. A few minutes later, you come out and Chrissy’s eyes are wide and a big smile is plastered on her face.

“Yess. This is the one.”

You turned around to look in the mirror behind you. You’d never worn something with this much cleavage but it made you feel so…powerful.

“I love it.” You let out a laugh of relief.

Chrissy comes up behind you staring at your eyes through the reflection. “See that girl right there?” She points at your reflection. “That’s the hottest bitch in the room.”

��———

The two of you were hot for sure. Chrissy had even done your makeup and you didn’t even recognize yourself. You’d even let you hair down for once both literally and figuratively. You made the call to take a cab so that neither of you needed to be the designated driver. You’re goal was to get fucked up and wash your worries away.

When you’d made to the bar, Billy greeted you both at the door. His jaw drops seeing you. Chrissy puts a finger under his chin, snapping it shut.

“Y/N?” He asks.

“Look who finally remembers my name. Looks like you’ve got him well-trained, Chrissy.”

“You open your mouth and the appeal just plummets to hell.” He insults.

“Will you both quit your bickering and get along for me?” Chrissy pleads.

“Fine.” You both grumbled, throwing a small tantrum.

“Good. Now Billy, dear, you promised us the best drinks.”

“Coming right up, sugar lips.” He smirks, turning over to make them.

“Sugar lips?” You groaned.

She blushes. “He says my kisses are sweet. Okay. It’s a cute nickname and he appreciates my special lipgloss concoction. Some honey mixed with brown sugar.” She puts a finger to her lips, winking.

“I’ve used the same lipgloss since 5th grade. I’ve really got to step up my game.”

Billy sets the drinks in front of you and Chrissy. “Enjoy. This one’s called ‘sex on the beach’.”

The two of you smiled at one another taking a sip of your drinks. It was actually really good. You found yourself, sipping endlessly.

“Hey, slow down. These drinks may taste nice and sweet but they’ll have you on your ass.” Billy cautions.

“Yeah, remember that night I came home and I was super wasted. It was all thanks to Billy’s drinks.”

“I think I can handle a little liquor, guys. My family’s trees lined with heavy drinkers. I think I’ve got down.

…….

…….

You were so very wrong. To say you were tipsy was an understanding. To say you were drunk was child’s play. No. This was ‘bold you’ type drunk. You were the life of the party.

One moment, you were downing drinks with Chrissy; the next, you were challenging some group of guys for a game of beer pong…and you were winning.

The crowd cheered you on anticipating for your last shot into the cup. You throw it and the guy refuses to take the shot claiming to be to drunk.

“Take. The. Shot.” The crowd chants over and over. The poor man continues to refuse. You step up, taking his cup and taking it to the head.

The crowd goes insane, cheering you on as if you’d just done the most badass thing ever. You got a few clap ups and fist bumps from the crowd when you headed over to the telephone’s hung up on the wall near the bathroom.

You dialed a number and the phone rings a few times before a groggy ‘hello’ comes through.

“E-eddie, is that you?” You slurred. “I though I was calling Chrissy.”

“I’m right behind you, silly.” Chrissy says, also drunk as hell.

“Oh yeah.” The two of you giggled, you nearly forgot you had someone on the line.

“Chrissy? What’s going on why do you both sound like that?”

“We’re drunk, duh.”

“Duhh.” Chrissy chimes in.

You were both acting like idiot. Giggling and fumbling over your words.

“Oh god,” He groans. “Where are you?”

“At Bully’s bar—”

“Billy!” Chrissy corrects, giggling harder.

“Right. Slip of the tongue. Anyway, I found Chrissy so I don’t really need you anymore. Byeee.” You hung up.

“You were so mean.” Chrissy laughs.

You shrugged. “He started it.”

“I’m gonna hang around Billy for a bit. Any guy you don’t want bothering you, I’ll come at ‘em with bottle of wine.”

“Why a bottle of wine?”

“To smash over their head, babes.” Chrissy heads to the bar, flirting with Billy.

The moment she does, a man approaches you. He’s handsome. Dark, hair sleeked nicely. Nice, structure jawline. Tan skin. He looked slightly older. Mid 30s possibly. He’s built, too. The definition of a dilf.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You say, hoping you were standing like a normal person.

“My name’s Cole. I saw your gameplay. It was pretty entertaining.”

“Thanks, I’m Y/N.”

“I knew I’ve known you from somewhere. You right for Tone Magazine. I was a collaborating photographer with your magazine last year.”

“Oh wow! Small world.”

“Your article on Francis was great by the way. Funny and with lots of nuance about celebrity culture.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the compliment from a fellow creative arts enthusiast.”

“I was thinking, maybe, we could play a friendly game of pool.”

“Friendly’s not a word in my vocabulary when it comes to games. I’m very competitive.”

“I like a challenge.” He laughs.

“Okay, then let the games begin.”

————

Eddie’s eyes must’ve been playing tricks on him. He’s looking through the bars glass double doors and your in the arms of some random man. Could he be any more cliche? Coming up behind you to teach you how to hold the billiard stick, it was such sleazy move.

Throwing his hoodie over his head to disguise himself as much as he could, he walks into the bar. He spots Chrissy, staring back at him. Her eyes widened quickly walking over to him.

“What are you doing here?! I mean, it’s great seeing you after so long but if anyone sees you, it’ll be crazy.”

“You two called me drunk as shit. I figured you needed some help.”

“We’re fine. It’s all good fun.”

Eddie sighs. “I should still escort you two home.”

“I have my boyfriend to taking care of that.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Mhmm,” Chrissy points in Billy’s direction. “That’s Billy.”

“Oh. So, he owns this bar?”

“Yep. We’re in good hands, Eds. Again, it’s really great seeing you again.”

“Yeah, I agree,” He says then leans in. “You ever think about…” His words are interrupted when he hears your laughter across the room. His eyes falling on you once again. You were flirting and giggling like a schoolgirl. “Uh, will you excuse me for a moment, Chris?”

“No problem.”

Eddie strides over to you. Your eyes lifting from where your hands met with Cole’s to Eddie’s pissed face. “Eddie?”

“Y/N, you rang?”

“I’m sorry are you two…” Cole says, pointing between you both.

“No, course not,” You turned your attention to Eddie. “Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? You called me.”

“I didn’t ask you to come though.”

“Good thing I did anyway. You’re drunk enough not to be trusted with your own decisions.”

“I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”

“I’m taking you home,” He takes your hand before calling over his shoulder at the guy. “Thanks for chaperoning her til I got here, man.”

You struggled to release your wrist from his grip as he led you towards the door, looking over a Chrissy for help only for her to simply waved goodbye. Just as you two nearly made it out the door, his hoodie falls off his head showing of his signature dark brown curls for the whole bar to see.

“Ohhh, crap.” Eddie mutters

“Everyone! It’s Francis The Freak!” A someone yells at the top of their lungs and soon a bunch of people began to call it.

“Run!” Chrissy yells.

You remain still but Eddie takes the initiative, throwing you over his shoulder and beelines for the door. You were beating at his back with your fists, Chrissy’s screaming at the top of her lungs encouraging Eddie to run as fast as he could, the crowd’s chasing him. It was utter madness.

“Let me go.” You hiccuped.

“Ow! Will you stop hitting me?”

He’d reached his car, ungracefully tossing you into the passenger’s seat then quickly slides over the hood to enter the passenger’s side. He revs the engine a few time and bolts. The crowd chasing the car but he’s much too fast.

Eddie takes a deep breath, looking through the rearview mirror. “I think we lost em.”

“I’m about to lose something else.”

“What?”

“My lunch.” You retched. Opening the car door, while he’s still driving, you vomit your guts out.

“At least, you’ve waited until I pulled over, moron.” He pulls over to the side of an empty road.

“Oh yes, I can easily command my stomach from expelling contents from my mouth.”

“Gross. Also, you’re still this sarcastic even when you’re throwing up.”

You wiped at you mouth and he hands you a water bottle. “It’s cold.” He says.

You nod; taking a sip, swishing the liquid in your mouth then spit out on the dirt road.

“Better?” He asks.

“Yeah, sssorta.” Your speech still very slurred.

Eddie exhales deeply, resting his head against the headrest. His eyes shut for a moment then he flops his head to the side to look at you the way with a disappointed look on his face.

“What?” You asked, slightly annoyed.

“You’re trouble.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“You shouldn’t have come. Had a fantastic night. Got a guy’s number and everything.”

“That guy? He could be your teacher.”

You snort. “Funny you’d say that.”

“Whatever,” Silence. Then, it’s broken. “So Chrissy…she’s with that bar owner guy.”

“Yep, Bully (hiccup)—Billy.”

“Seems like a douche.”

“I thought so, too. But he’s actually not so so bad. Don’t tell Chrissy I said that though. She’ll never let me live it down.”

“She could do better.”

“Ooo, you’re jealous,” You begin to sing. “Eddie likes Chrissy. Eddie likes Chrissy.”

“Please shut the hell up.”

“Eddie and Chrissy sittin’ in a tree ‘K-I-S-S-S-S-I-N-G.”

“No, That’s not right. That’s way too many ‘s’s’.” He laughs.

“I think I’m right.”

“You’re not but nice try. Now close my door, will ya? We need to hit the road again before some persistent fans come looking for us.”

“Fine. But my place is back the opposite way.” You say, slamming the car door shut.

“We’re not going to your place.”

“Where are we going?”

“My place, duh-doy. I’m not leaving you home alone.”

“I wouldn’t be alone. Chrissy’ll be back.”

“You really think she’d be coming tonight? You really are too cute for your own good.” He says, attempting to pinch your cheeks but you slapped his hand away.

“Just drive already.” You crossed your arms, looking out the window and secretly smiled to yourself. Damn, he sure had a way about him that would always leave you smiling even when you couldn’t stand him.

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[shesmysterious]

request from @keerygal: gator with a breeding and pregnancy kink and he refers to reader as momma when she actually is pregnant

"god, will you let me cum inside baby?" gator says, thrusting into you at an insane speed. you don't know how he keeps it up, but he's been begging you for awhile to fuck you raw so he can cum inside you, and you'd be lying if you hadn't thought about it either. there's something so beautifully intimate about sharing that intimate moment, feeling your significant others cum be pumped deep inside you.. you'd never been so grateful to not be on birth control.

so when you became pregnant weeks later, you weren’t surprised at all.

you never thought gator would be so obsessed with you being pregnant..

he always had his hands on your tummy, a nightly ritual of rubbing oil into your supple skin became one of his favorite things to do after a long day at work. he got pleasure out of hearing your signs of content as he glided his fingers against your stretching skin, it was a great feeling.

he was constantly offering to rub your feet after you were standing for any amount of time, delicately touching your ankles and giving you light kisses before he’d work the knots out of the pads of your feet. he wanted to be the one to take care of you.

one day, you were minding your business in a cute little maternity floral dress you’d picked up from the local store, when he yelled out to you to get your attention. you didn’t turn your head at first, until he said, “hey, momma, could you bring me a muffin?

he’d never called you that before, and it went straight to your cunt. that’s one thing you liked about being pregnant, how you could get wet at the drop of the hat. it came in handy for moments like these.

you strut over to him, gave him the muffin and sat next to him on the outside swing-set. “thanks, honey.” he said, taking a small bite. I think he secretly knew that it had an effect on you.

“call me it again.” you say, turning to him and looking at him with pleading eyes.

“you like it when I call you momma, huh?” he smirks back, knowing you’re already dripping through your underwear.

you moan in return and jump on him, knocking the muffin out of his hand onto the deck. you didn’t care, and neither did he. you kissed him feverishly, immediately grabbing the back of his head with your hands to smash your faces together. you were already rubbing yourself against his crotch, he was grabbing at the top of your plush thighs, you were like two dry-humping teenagers.

you didn’t have time to get prepared. he unzipped his cargo pants to free his aching cock as you sit on his lap and slide your underwear to the side. he moves you forward so you’re sinking on his cock, moaning in sweet agony as he stretches you, a feeling you crave everyday since being pregnant. he fucking loves how needy you’ve gotten, how your pussy just envelops him any chance he gets to be near it, how you’re more sensitive to every single touch. if he could, he’d keep you pregnant forever.

you’re bouncing on him hard, your tits jiggling beneath your dress and he’s bruising your hips with his grip. your belly looks so round and full, and you know how much he loves it. he’s gonna pump you full even more, the thought makes you flutter around him and he groans loudly.

“shit, momma, gonna make me cum so hard,” he rasps as he’s grabbing your hips and fucking up into you, you’re rubbing your hips against his like a little fucking bunny rabbit.

that word again, momma, just does it for you this time. you’re twitching violently on top of his lap, not moving, but still feeling his cock piston in and out of you before he slams into you hard, letting his hot cum shoot deep into you. his eyes a screwed shut, he’s flushed and struggling to breathe, your sweet little knocked up pussy will be the death of him.

“g-god damn, thank you, momma. always treating daddy so well.”

––––

idk what came over me for this one 🥵🫠

with love, lacey.

#lacey answers! #gator tillman smut #gator tillman x fem

[ineveryspaceandtime]

not a day passes by without me thinking about miles during tlsp's rock en seine show performing the extended outro to in my room. and not just for that mind-numbingly hot moment when he folds himself and ends up lying on the stage while playing the guitar (although that's a bonus bc 🥵🥵🥵), but just. his energy, his passion, the confidence emanating from him, the way he struts down the steps with his kimono flowing behind him like yas bitch!! miles fucking kane indeed! a lot has been said about alex, his antics and the way he commands the crowd, but miles is such a captivating frontman, i could watch him for hours actually

#Miles Kane #Alex Turner #The Last Shadow Puppets #i will post the video at some point!! i've been trying but tumblr refuses to let me do so. sobs #lux.txt

[fandomfluffandfuck]

SUDDENLY I AM IN GREAT NEED TO SHOUT YES DADDY?! AT MY F*CKING SCREEN SEBASTIAN YOU 🤬🤬🤬🥵

Okay okay okay-

I completely agree. This?

THIS Sebastian?

Complete Daddy.

(Do I feel like he'd still probably melt under Chris like a good, distinguished baby though? Yes. But. Alone he is a DILF. A fucking DADDY.)

This Sebastian looks like he would sigh and shut his eyes for a little too long for it to just be a regular blink when you act up... that is, if you can think enough to act up when he goes strutting around, looking like that-

Hair smoothed back, bearded, covered in that slick suit, and sporting not just a watch but a watch, a ring, and a bracelet... 😮‍💨

It makes your brain turn off.

Maybe then you could argue that that's why you act up. You didn't think it through. Even if, you know, it doesn't take much thought to be good. To thoughtlessly obey.

Although, it's so much more delicious this way. When you do what you're not supposed to and he turns, looking at you with his eyes darkening, warning. He'll wait until he can steal you away, in private, to slip his hand under your chin, tilt your face up, and whisper, "you're giving me more gray hairs, I swear to god."

The gravel in his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

But, apparently you aren't distracted enough to not talk back. Your heart races in your chest. "You look good with them. The gray. It's making you look-" your brain finally catches up to your mouth. You stop.

Sebastian raises his eyebrows, daring you to keep going.

His fingers tighten on your chin.

"Making me look like what, darling?"

You swallow. Your mouth is still dry though. You can't look away from his eyes, blue and grey and commanding.

"Is it making me look too old for you? Stressin' me out, giving me gray hairs." He whispers, half teasing, half serious.

You whimper before you can reel in the noise and you shake your head embarrassingly fast like you're trying to shake the noise away.

"What's it making me look like?" He reiterates as he lets go of your chin. But... he doesn't quit touching you.

Touching you intentionally.

His hands straighten the necklace you're wearing. Cream pearls. They match the bracelet on Sebastian’s wrist.

His fingertips barely skim your skin. Brushing past it in favor of your jewelry. You ache for more of a touch. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you feel like he must be able to see it, beating against your ribs and pulsing in your neck as your blood heats.

You cannot hold it behind your teeth anymore--it jumps out when he pulls softly on the string of pearls, "Daddy-"

He chuckles softly, pulling away from you. Sizing you up and down with his eyes. There's an attractive, cocky grin on his lips. "I thought so," he says before turning on his heel and walking back out to the carpet. The flashing cameras. Public.

It's all you can do to grab for him. His wrist.

His wrist with the matching bracelet.

Fuck.

Sebastian entangles your fingers. Holding your hand. Tugging you out onto the carpet once again no matter if your knees suddenly feel weak or if your face is hot. He's pulling you along. You're going. You have to. Daddy is making you and you want to go. To obey.

#note: I'm pretty sure that bracelet is actually braided leather or something that isn’t pearls but... it does kinda look like that #so i just went with it haha #sebastian stan #asks #fandomfluffandfuck #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #x reader

[ozarkthedog]

He's looking like hot neighbour dilf who tans almost naked 😭😭

DBF!Chris sluts struts around in tiny boxer briefs that barely pass as swim trunks.

That golden chain bounces against his hairy, tattooed chest and his intimidating package bulges with every step as he makes his way around the pool.

You try to distract yourself as you sit on the pool edge and stare at your reflection before kicking it away in frustration.

He’d only been in your eye line for 5 seconds and already you can’t stop yourself from being pulled in his direction.

He makes sure to catch your eye when he slathers his muscles in tanning oil. Slowly rubbing his hands over every inch of his expansive chest and rippling torso. Putting on a show that would be illegal if he wasn’t in the comfort of his own backyard.

You squirm against the heated concrete as he holds your gaze with a smirk. You core clenches hard when he slides his slippery fingers down the v cut of his hips and pushes the thin briefs down a bit further.

He’s got a small tattoo at the base of his hips and thick auburn hair that circles the beginning of his well endowed girth.

You feel faint.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he calls out, grinning when you jolt from your horny stupor. “Help me get my back?”

…yeah, I’m definitely continuing this. 🥵

(I turned this into a fic- a generous layer)

#chris evans #ozzie responds #asks are always open #dbf!chris