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recklesssturniolo · 4 months

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Never Really Over - C.S

soft dom!Chris, overstimulation, they’re exes

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Being dragged to a party post break-up was the last thing I wanted, but yet here I was. Chris and I had broken up due to him not being able to overcome his commitment issues. It shattered my heart but I tried to move past it.

I’m Tipsy, I was dancing with a guy I met nearly 10 minutes ago. I felt eyes on me and glanced over only to have my eyes meet. Chris’. The last thing I wanted was him to be at this party.

Making an excuse to the guy I was dancing with, I attempt to make my way back over to my friends - only for my hand to be grabbed.

“Why were you with him?” He asked. My heart dropping as my eyes connected with his.

“Because I can be? It shouldn’t bother you. You ended things” I reply.

“Yeah well it does bug me. I don’t like his hands all over you” Chris states.

“That’s not my problem” I say.

“I’m not doing this with you Chris, I’m trying to enjoy my night” I sigh.

“You’ll enjoy it a lot more if we went back to mine” He says, his voice raspy as he steps closer to me.

The thought alone of Chris touching me again created an ache between my legs. Trying to stand my ground I simply responded with just an eye roll.

“Come on, I know you miss how good I make you feel baby” He whispers in my ear.

“Don’t Chris” I mumble.

“Just think of how my fingers would feel inside of you and me fucking you senseless. You and I both know no one can make you feel as good as I do” He says.

“Fuck sakes just call the Uber” I groan, knowing regardless I was going to give into him. The wetness already forming between my legs, he was right, no one could make me feel like he does.

Getting out of the Uber and into his house, he pins me against the door the second it shuts.

His thumb pulls down my bottom lip, “So pretty” he mumbles before connecting our lips.

My soft sighs turned to as gasp as his teeth bit into my lower lip. My body temperature rising as our tongues fought against each others for dominance - his ultimately winning.

“Jump” He mumbled through the now heated make out.

Doing as he says I jump, his hand immediately wrapping around me and grabbing my ass. He brings me to the couch and gently places me down.

“I need to taste you” He says, his eyes staring directly into mine.

I nod, wanting his tongue against my heat and pull my dress up.

“Wearing my favourite panties of yours eh?” He asked.

“Fuck off just get to it” I grumble, not wanting to hear any comments from him.

His hands pull my panties away from my waist, a gasp escaping my mouth as he let go and they snapped back against my waist. He smirks before pulling them down.

“Just as pretty as I remember” He says, his lips connecting to my inner thigh and leaving light kisses as he slowly made his way towards my pussy.

My pussy dripping for him, he slides his tongue up my folds. My hand immediately making their way to his hair and tangling themselves within it. My legs widening as he flicked his tongue repeatedly over my clit.

“Fuck Chris” I moan.

“Always taste so good” He replies, his voice against my heat causing a shiver through my body.

My hips thrust upward as he circles his tongue around my entrance before pushing it into me. My grip on his hair only tightening as he did so.

As he continues pushing his tongue in and out of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, a knot begins to form in my stomach.

“I’m - close oh my god” I whimper.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and make a mess all over my face?” He asks.

“Yes I - just don’t stop please” I moan.

He listens and continues, his tongue flattening against my pussy, covering as much as possible before sucking on my clit. My legs shaking as my pleasure increases. Moans effortlessly falling from my mouth as I push his head closer to my heat, my legs wrapping around his head as I come.

“Oh my god” I moan. My body euphoric with pleasure, a high I hadn’t experienced since we broke up. A feeling I’d been craving.

“Such a good girl” He says, allowing my high to slightly die down before I feel his fingers toying with my entrance.

“Chris” I mumble, my sensitivity only increasing with his touch.

“You can take it pretty girl” He says while begging to push two fingers into me.

My back arches at the sensation. His thumb once again making contact with my clit as he watches my bodily reactions.

He quickens how fast his fingers are pumping in and out of me, my head being thrown backwards as I feel his tongue reconnect with my pussy, his named being moaned as he continued.

“Such a good girl for me” He smirks, his eyes flickering up to mine.

“Chris I can’t hold it any longer” I whimper.

“Come on then, let go for me again” He replies.

Allowing the knot in my stomach to come undone, my pussy clenches around his fingers, a groan leaving his mouth as I pulled on his hair at an attempt to control my body. My eyes clenched shut as he made me come undone for a second time.

Pulling his fingers out of me slowly, I open my eyes to see him sliding his pants and boxers down, causing my eyes to widen knowing his plan was to make me come for a third time.

“I can’t take another” I whine. My pussy beyond sensitive.

“You can baby, be good for me” He responds, flipping me over and pulling my ass higher into the air.

As if my body automatically knew, my back arched as he lined himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me.

“Fuck still so tight” He groans.

“I’m too sensitive Chris” I whimper as his thrusts become faster.

“I know you have one more in you sweetheart” He replies, his grip tightening on my waist as he began slamming himself into me, holding back nothing now.

He groans as he continues thrusting into me, tears forming in my eyes from how sensitive I was, but the pleasure mixed with it.

Whimpers slip from my mouth as I feel him hit my g-spot over and over again, knowing there was a smirk on his face regardless of not being able to see his face.

“Taking me so well baby” He grumbles. His breathing speeding up as his own high begins to form.

“I - fuck I can’t again” I whimper, his hands holding my hips up to prevent them from falling down from how much my legs were shaking.

“I know you have one more in you” He growls, his dick starting to twitch inside of me, “Let me feel you clench around me as I fill you up pretty girl”

Tears fall from my eyes as I come for a third time, the pleasure now taking over and overwhelming my entire body.

“Missed this so much my god” Chris groaned as I felt him release inside of me.

Groans and whimpers fill the room as our highs leave us unable to control our sounds. My body overpowered by the feeling of him still slamming inside of me. His grip on my waist loosening as he slowed his pace and pulled out of me.

Rolling over our eyes meet, his thumb coming up and wiping the tears that remained on my face.

“I knew you had one more for me” He smirked. Both of our breathing heavy.

“Felt so good but fuck I cant believe you manage to make me come undone three times” I reply.

“I know you, and I know your body” He says.

Not knowing what to respond with, I focus on slowing my breath.

“I missed you, not just this but everything about you” He mumbles.

“Chris this wasn’t a good idea” I tell him.

“Give me another chance. I’ll get my shit together I promise”

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bluegalaxygirl · 5 months

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New Bounties (Law X Reader)

Plot: After Wano you and the heart pirates get their new bounties some are higher than others but your shocked, you've never had a wanted poster before and now suddenly you have one.

Warning: Spoilers for Wano, bad language and Fluff.

Law X reader, established relationship, Reader is Female. Thank you to @being-worthy for the idea.

Even though you've been a member of the heart pirates for years you've never had a wanted poster but it never really bothered you, the jobs you were picked for where always behind the scenes mainly because you were good at it. Sneaking around and blending in was something that you could easily do, you need to pretend to be someone? Just give a photo, their personality and job description. You need to break into a military base? You'll be in and out within an hour depending on the size. So it wasn't hard for you to go unnoticed by the world government but Wano was a different story, you managed to blend it pretty well until the big battle started then you got found out quite quickly. Luckily your main job was over and done with so you helped Law and Kid take down big Mom, it was the hardest battle you have ever fought and you almost lost an arm to the giant woman but with your boyfriends skills your arm was almost back to normal. Parting with the straw hats was hard for everyone well except Law, the crew have grown quite close to the straw hats and now the alliance is over most of you hope you'll never see them again just so your not forced to fight them. Your strong but you know there's no way you would win against the other crew. Kids crew however, most of the crew where more than happy to get away form the hot headed captain but you became quite close with Killer who seemed more down to earth than Kid.

Some of the crew where still kinda mad at their captain after yesterday, instead of taking the route Law chose and sticking to the plan, Kid teased your Captain and Luffy to a breaking point making the three ships go down one of the worse routes and down a waterfall. You weren't the type to yell but after almost getting flung off the ship you gave Law a piece of your mind, the poor man had no idea what to do as you stood in front of him and the crew yelling at him for the first time, your face red with anger and heart pounding in your ears. The crew were kinda scared of you afterwards mainly because of Law's shocked face and head bowed in defeat after you finished yelling at him and walked away with a enraged aura. You stayed in Bepo's room last night deciding to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder for the night but now you were on the sofa drinking some hot tea with Lemon and honey for your now sore throat. All the yelling really hurt your throat but at least you could still talk normally "Y/n" Bepo calls out running into the sitting room while holding a piece of paper in his hands soon followed by most of the crew some cheering with big smiles while others sighed in defeat flopping onto the sofa next to you. The two that really caught your attention was Penguin and Shachi linking arms and dancing around with wanted posters in their hands "Oh! You guys got new bounties" With a smile you place a book mark in your book and set it on the table before standing up and being hugged by the fluffy white bear.

You pull your face out of his fur so you don't suffocate as the bear holds you tight while swaying with joy "My bounty went up" Bepo calls out letting you go, so he can hand you his wanted poster, looking it over your eyes soften at the new picture showing a fighting but very cute Bepo but you gasp slightly at the bounty seeing it went up form 500 to 2,500 berries "Wow Bepo, this is amazing" You jump a little as the bear joins you "If you like that your gonna love this, look how cool i am" Penguin runs over putting an arm around your shoulders shoving his wanted poster in your face. Handing Bepo's wanted poster back to the bear you pull Penguins poster away from your face so you can actually see it "Oh please mine is on fire" Shachi sing songs as he goes to your other side putting his arm over his friends that's still around your shoulder holding his wanted poster out to you "Please man your hat is covering your face" Penguin shoots back earning a glare for Shachi "Yea well at least my bounty is higher than yours, plus i think your picture is blurry" As the two playfully banter you take the two wanted posters and look them over, their bounties went up a lot close to going into the millions "Well done boys, i'm very proud of you" You smile at the two managing to stop their bickering as you hand the papers back to them, the two smile at you while finally letting you go "Which one do you like better?" The two yell at the same time before glaring at each other.

Deciding to tease them you pat Bepo on the head, the bear staying close to you since he doesn't really like the two men arguing with you in the middle. Bepo is very sweet, but he can get aggressive, luckily he only steps in if you try and fail to stop the two, he knows you can handle them though. "I like Bepo's" You giggle rubbing the white soft fur on the bears head making the bear smile wide "What? Not fair" The two yell behind you making some of the crew laugh at their shocked faces "I'm sorry" Bepo bows making the two yells more "What are you sorry for?" They both glare at the bear who jumps slightly but you reassure him and turn to the two boys "That's enough now" you sigh pushing them away from Bepo "I'm proud of all of you so don't fight" Your words make the two sigh and nod "yes ma'ma" Shachi sighs walking off to get a drink soon followed by Penguin. "You ok?" You ask Bepo who still has his head down, he nods though and holds his wanted poster close to his chest as you place a hand on his shoulder "You did an amazing job, go celebrate" You gesture over to some of the crew now in the kitchen having drinks and making popcorn. Bepo nods with a smile and heads off to join the crew while you turn back to the sofa seeing Ikkaku sulking. With a sad smile you place hand on her shoulder and kneel down i front of her "You did a great job even though your bounty didn't go up" You try and reassure her but her eyes don't look up from her lap "I think mine's now the lowest" She sighs, you know its hard for her being the only woman besides you on the crew.

Some times it feels like you have to prove yourself just to stay a part of it even though the crew and your captain have never made you feel that way. "Hopefully it will next time, for now i'm just glad you got a new picture" You say looking down at the dangling paper in her hand, your comment makes the girl crack a smile while bringing the paper up, so she can look it over "They got my good side at least" She laughs and you stand up and place a hand on her shoulder letting out a small laugh a long with her "Every side is your good side" You comment making her jump slightly as she looks up at you, her brows furrow trying to tell if you joking with her or not but when she realizes your being serious Ikkaku jumps up and hugs you tight "Thank you" She whispers as you hug her back with a small smile. You hold her for a while rubbing her back hoping she'll feel better soon but you break the hug when someone clears their throat behind you. Turning your head while holding Ikkaku's arms you look to see Jean Bart who has a surprisingly big smile on his face. You smile at him before turning back to Ikkaku who gives you a small smile before sitting back down now looking much happier "Thanks again Y/N" The girl relaxes into the sofa as you nod at her and walk over to the large pirate seeing him with several papers in his large hands. "Did yours go up too?" You ask stopping in front of the man but having to lift your head up in order to look at his face "Yea but i think you'll like this more" The giant man holds out two pieces of paper.

Taking them you lightly smile seeing Law's new wanted poster. You still can't get over how handsome he is but you were very surprised at the bounty, it now being 3 billion, you knew it would go up but this was insane. You shake your head trying not to get too overwhelmed by the amount of zero's as you pull out the paper form under it and gasp in surprise gripping the paper unable to believe what your seeing. Somehow Jean Bart knew exactly how you would react to this news managing to take the time you gave him while looking over Law's wanted poster to move everyone out of your direct line to the door. Some crew were confused, but they didn't argue with the the man and stayed out of the way. It took you a second but your legs moved before you could tell them to do so, running out of the room with the wanted papers in your grip you sprinted done the hall jumping over the lip of the doors connecting hallways. The crew watched you run off but Bart stopped them form following you some concerned as to why you would react like that, "Is she ok?" Bepo asks walking over to the large man but keeping his eyes on the door you ran out of but Bart smiles wide at the bear "They got their first bounty" Bepo jumped in excrement with a big smile as others laugh and cheer starting to get more drinks out to throw a party for themselves.

Running down the metal hallways of the sub you soon make it to Law's office, you didn't bother knocking just barraged in to see your captain sitting at his desk reading a book "Y/N?" Law asks about to get up when you slam the wanted posters on the desk before turning to him with a big smile. The poor captain had no idea what was going on, you've never walked into his office without knocking first, he thought maybe it was an emergency but your smile and bouncing feet told him different. "Your bounty went up, it's now 3 billion and look" You bounce on your tip toes unable to control your excitement as you grab your first ever wanted poster and show it to him "My first wanted poster" You laugh with slight tears of joy threatening to roll down your checks. You haven't spoken or even looked at Law all day, he hated the silent treatment you gave him but seeing you smile so beautifully at him and rush in to show him something made his heart melt slightly, a small smile appears on his face as he takes his eyes off you to look at your wanted poster. The picture in his opinion didn't do you justice but what really caught his eye was the bounty, his small smile drops and his eyes go wide making your heart sink. You stop bouncing and your smile fades along with your tears of joy, you didn't know what was wrong, maybe he's still upset over you being mad at him or yelling at him. "Law... I'm not mad anymore, i'm sorry" You go to put the wanted poster down but your captain grabs it staring with his breath hitched in his throat.

Law tried to form words but it was hard, he's never seen a first bounty this high before, yes you helped take down big mom but for a first bounty this was insane "I-I know, thats not it" The captain finally managed to say prying his eyes away from your poster to look at your sad face, he didn't mean to upset you but he couldn't help the reaction he had. "Then what? Don't you like it?" You hated the pit in your stomach, you didn't think to look at your bounty, you didn't care how low it was, you were just happy to have your name and face on a wanted poster. Law quickly stands and pulls you into a hug with a slight chuckle finally getting over his shock "I love it sweetheart, i'm sorry, i'm just shocked at such a high bounty" You sigh in relief at his words while hugging back, to be honestly the silent treatment you were giving him was torture for you since you love spending time with him, even if its just sitting in the same room as each other and not talking. "It can't be that high, i mean Bepo's is now at 2,500, mine can't be much higher" You laugh only to for Law's eyes to widen slightly and pull you away to see if your being serious, looking up at him in confusion it suddenly hits you that your bounty must be much higher than Bepo's "You didn't look?" The captain asks grabbing your wanted poster while keeping a hand on your hip as you shake your head. "No i ran straight here... i didn't think it would be much" You blush a little, its funny how your first thought when getting your wanted poster was to show Law.

The captain lets a small smile show while handing you the poster letting you look it over, your eyes scan the page until you get to the price on your head, as you count the amount of zero's your eyes widen in shock as your hand starts to shake. Law's quick to notice taking your hand to hold it still while rubbing your hip "1.5 billion?" you ask looking up at the man who nods getting closer to your face "How? Why?" You could hardly comprehend what was written on the piece of paper but Law snapped you out of your thoughts by placing a light kiss on your lips "You did great" He whispers against your lips making your heart flutter a little as a smile appears back on your face "I'm sorry for yelling" You whisper back placing the paper back on the desk so you can run your hands over his shoulder and to the back of his neck keeping him close to you "I deserved it, shouldn't have let that asshole get to me.... I-I'm proud of you y/n" Leaning in the captain lightly kisses your lips feeling you lean in while running a hand up and through his hair. He goes to pull away but you bring him back in for more placing light kisses on his lips before locking them fully and lightly biting his bottom lip. Law chuckles slightly wrapping his arms around your waist to press you closer to him as his mouth opens letting your tongues meet and lips move together. You can't help but moan slightly into it as the captain lifts you up and makes you sit on the desk pulling your legs, so they wrap around his waist, the two of you pull away for air both panting slightly from the heated make out.

Law looks down at the desk spotting his wanted poster and running his hand over it "Your so handsome" You whisper hugging the man close while kissing his neck, Law leans into you a bit before pulling over your wanted poster to get another look at it "you're beautiful" The captain whispers back making you pull away from his neck, so he can kiss you again, its light a first but soon gets heated again this time Law taking the lead and licking your lower lip getting you to open your mouth for him. The make out was long one or both of you having to pull away for air only to go back in for more, you swear his lips are addictive, he may not always show it but moment like this tell you how much he loves you and you want to give that same love back. "Sweetheart" Law stops the make out placing his hand on your neck to stop you form going back in for more, he knew if you did keep kissing him he would just cave in and let you, as much as he would love to continue the captain not only had work to do, but he also had to talk to the crew. "I'm only going to say it to you ok.... I'm sorry for how i acted yesterday, forgive me?" Law asks seeing you smile and nod with loving eyes "Forgiven, just don't do it again" You pull his hand away form your neck giving him a light kiss before getting off the desk "The others are probably throwing a party, you wanna join?" you ask fixing Law's hat and shirt that you've messed up while the captain runs a hand through your hair to fix the mess he made "Only for a little while."

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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night walks 2

1.9k | NSFW | older neighbor!Joel x fem!Reader

night walks 1 or can read alone. night walks master list

After having his way with you in his basement, your creepy neighbor is convinced you'll be back for more. When you're not back soon enough, he takes matters into his own hands. You can barely see the silhouette of Joel Miller's messy hair in the shadows. . . He gently takes the keys from your hand. "You're not gonna need these for a minute, are you now?"

content warnings: nsfw 18+, creepy!perv!dark!joel, drugs, possible dosing, dubcon/noncon, unsafe PIV sex, light dirty talk, light stalking, age gap (unspecified), semi-public, no outbreak.

Joel Miller might be a good fuck, but he's such a creep that your wits win out over your want, and you start to distance yourself from him. You wear earbuds when you walk and pretend you don’t see him.

One night, you feel the slow squeeze of his massive palm on your ass before you hear or see him. You tell him to get lost. He raises his hands in surrender and says, "alright, I won't hold it against you." You look him dead in the eye, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. He looks you up and down and adds, "now, if you want me to hold something else against you. . ." You walk away. "You know where to find me," he concludes. You quicken your pace. He stands there and watches you walk away for what feels like forever, but you never turn around to find out.

He creeps into your fantasies more often than you'd like. It shouldn't turn you on the way he tricked you into his basement then locked you in and had his way with you. But you marvel at his determination and urgency in getting into your pants. He was so sure of everything. Never hesitated. He never for a second doubted it would happen. He was always going to make it happen.

Joel keeps his distance for the next few days, but you always feel uneasy when you pass his house. Truth is, you're less concerned about what he might do and more worried about yourself. A pang of desire shoots through you whenever you see the side entrance to his basement. As the days go on, you find yourself excusing his behavior. He knew you wanted him, he could tell. You could have fought back. At this point, when you catch yourself playing Joel apologist, you stop your night walks altogether to minimize temptation.

Instead of taking a walk around the block to get high, you start lighting up in your side yard after your aunt has gone to bed. You have a camp chair outside your door to the basement.

One night, the first night your aunt is out of town, you get home late and your camp chair is gone. You stand there looking around. You hear the flick of a lighter, then smell weed. You can barely see smoke billow out from under the willow tree, and you can just barely see the silhouette of Joel Miller's messy hair in the shadows. You hit the switch by the door to turn on a dim, flickering light. He's leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. More muscular than you remember.

“Thought I might find ya here," he says.

You scoff. “Where I live?”

“Got a new strain. You gotta try it.” He stretches and relaxes back into the chair, extending one leg, rubbing his upper thigh, and letting his hand come to rest right at his package.

“Oh yeah? How many girls you buyin' weed from in your sketch-ass basement?”

“Just you, pumpkin." He looks at the joint in his hand and exhales. "This was contactless pick-up." He chuckles to himself. "C’mon, hit this. . . one time, one little puff. . . then you can tell me to leave.”

"Really?"

"Yup. . . Just wanted to say hi, make sure we’re good."

You turn and look at him skeptically as he puts his hands on his knees and stands up. He's wearing a white t-shirt that stretches over his chest and barely contains his arms. His PJ pants leave little to the imagination. You already know what's beneath them, but you don't need the reminder. The silver in his beard glistens as he smirks at you checking him out.

"Oooh, there's my bad girl." His voice is so gruff and low when he says that. You flush and swallow. Shit.

You turn away again, half facing the door, and shift your weight impatiently. You don't want to open the door while he's there. Best case scenario, he leaves. He holds the joint between two fingers and takes his time creeping up behind you. You smell his sweat and get weak in the knees. To hell with it, you were going to smoke anyway. Saves you the trouble of rolling one.

Joel hovers over your shoulder as he raises the joint to your mouth. You close your lips around it, inhale, and hold. He looks from your eyes to your mouth and back. Then, his hand directs your chin toward him, his lips lay loosely into yours, and he takes your breath as you exhale. Your nipples harden and you ache with an unwanted need. He pinches the joint out and tucks it behind his ear.

You wait a few seconds, only getting wetter as his suspicious weed takes effect. Then, you tell him, "Okay, you can leave now."

Instead, he wraps around you from behind, and it feels far too good. His large hands on your breasts and hips send butterflies to your stomach and downward.

You protest, "You said you'd-"

“Said you could tell me to leave, didn’t say I’d listen.”

“Well, listen.” You sigh. "Please."

His strong arms slowly slither around you. You stand completely still as he slips a veiny, masculine hand into the waistband of your joggers. He inhales your neck and slowly caresses your lower stomach. You squirm in discomfort and he twitches against you through his pants, sending a pang of desire through yours. Then, his hand slides further down your skin, hooking between your legs, and his other hand creeps under your shirt and bra to cup a breast. His thick cock rapidly hardens against you and he grunts softly.

You're wet and throbbing.

"I am listenin’, sugar. I'm still listenin' to those sounds you made with me inside you." Your cheeks burn as his thick digits glide along your dripping seam. "Shoot, I'm listenin' to your body right now."

He takes two shiny fingers out of your pants and holds them up in the flickering light as if you don't already know what his depravity does to you. He separates his fingers, observes the clear string between them, then sucks them, closing his eyes with an "Mmm."

He reaches around you for the door knob, but you intercept him. You're not going to unlock it.

"Alright,” he says. “You don't have to let me in." He grazes the nape of your neck with his nose, then his lips. When he plants his lips on the side of your neck, you softly gasp. He gently takes your keys out of your hand. "You're not gonna need these for a minute, are you now?" He sticks your house key into the lock and leaves them hanging there, a visual reminder that he'll do what he wants. Desire floods your body.

Your lips part but you can't form words. He crowds you up against the door and frees his hard cock from his pants then slides it under your shirt, resting warmly on your bare back while he tugs down your joggers. He flattens three fingers and glides through your folds to your clit again. You moan softly despite your best efforts.

“Damn right,” he says under his breath. He pulls your pants down a little more, then spreads your legs with his knee. He backs up a couple of inches before his torso meets yours again, and the swollen head of his cock prods between your legs. Your hips automatically tilt before you can stop them.

“Attagirl," he whispers. "I know you missed this cock.”

He bends his knees and nudges the tip inside your entrance, lining it up just right, then plunges up into you, grunting into your hair. You gasp and he moans in relief as his girth parts your core.

“Tight fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes, his rock-hard cock resting all the way inside you for a moment.

He retreats slightly. Mouth against your ear, he whispers almost angrily, “Yeah, you want this cock,” then thrusts his full length into you again, his momentum sending you to your tiptoes and flattening your tits against the door. He keeps filling you to the brim, and each time, the tension coils tighter within you. Each time, it’s harder not to moan obscenely, but you won't give him that satisfaction. Each time, the keys jingle in the door, taunting you.

A car comes down the street and slows down in front of your house. Your heart races. You quickly turn off the lightswitch, and it hits you that, Jesus, in your futile effort not to fuck him, you’re getting railed against the outside of the house. You relent. You lean back against him and he stills inside you, with his hands on your hips. You unlock and open the door. He slides out of you and you judge yourself for the emptiness you feel. The air is cold against your dripping seam. You only barely pull up your joggers.

You hardly take one step inside before he shuts the door and pins you up against it, face to face. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot,” he growls as he hikes your shirt and bra over your tits, his hard cock digging into your needy front.

He pulls down your pants again. He lifts one of your legs up and it hooks behind him as he positions himself at your warm, wet hole. Then, his stiff cock invades you. As his girth fills you up, you forget not to moan. Your face heats up and you close your eyes, unable to face him.

You have one foot planted on the ground and one leg wrapped loosely around him, held up by his hand, and he's fucking you against the door, hitting just the right spot inside you. You try not to show it, but it’s all over your face - you’re getting close.

“Yeah, come on this cock.” He plunges into you violently, then stays there, rolling his hips in short strokes, grinding into your clit, thrusting just enough to maintain friction inside and outside at the same time, driving you mad.

“Come for me, baby.”

A reluctant, ragged moan falls out of your mouth. You flatten your back and hands against the door as you come, and he thrusts into you harder with a grunt.

He breathes, “Fuck yeah, baby,” and slams into you. You feel him pulse and say, “wait, no,” not wanting his cum inside you. He pulls out just slightly then slams into you again, his cock pulsing harder, filling you with warmth, and extending your climax. You squirm and he holds you still, emptying his balls in enormous bursts that make you come harder. He pins you up against the door, cups your cheek, and kisses you as you both finish coming.

After he pulls out, he puts his dick away and reaches into your pants with two fingers, collecting his spend off your inner thigh. He looks at his cum, disappointed. “Well, there’s always more.” He slaps it up against your pussy and massages you with flattened fingers. He smirks as he draws an aftershock and a moan out of you.

“Let’s do this the easy way next time, pumpkin.” He braces his hand against the door as he leans in and kisses you with an unnerving tenderness on the mouth. He raises his eyebrows and adds, “Unless this is what gets you off.”

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msookyspooky · 7 months

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Goin' Hunting

You've been running from Bo all around Ambrose for the last hour...And he finally catches you in the woods.

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader • CNC • Dubcon • S/M • Master/Submissive • Primal Play • Outdoor Sex • Rough Penetration VP • Fingering • Humiliation • Domination • Degredation • Praise Kink • Later; Established Relationship and Brat Dynamic from Reader

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Your heart pounded as you sprinted to the woods. God damn it, you were so close! So fucking close to escaping.

Gasping for air, legs aching, knees weak and stumbling as you kept running...You heard a long...Low... Whistle...Somewhere behind you in the woods.

You froze, plastering yourself up against a tree. Sweat was dripping down your face and into your eyes as you blinked it away. It was pitch black outside except for a Quarter Moon. Bryer bushes scrapped exposed skin except for your jeans and flannel. It was October in Ambrose...Still warm for Louisiana but there was a damp heaviness in the air that made a chill ghost over your skin.

"C'mon out, darlin'....Ya ain't gettin' away. Ya know this...YER JUS' MAKIN' IT HARDER ON YERSELF!" He yelled out with both amusement and frustration lacing his thick Southern Accent. He was a predator. Through and through. He looked at you not like a human but like some scared little rabbit running from him.

You knew what he'd do if he caught you.

You covered your mouth, eyes wide to try and not say anything. Trying not to whimper as your eyes darted to the side.

He was in blue coveralls and that hat that read sweetbird 69. His tall broad shouldered frame crept past your tree and you felt your heart drop out. Trembling with anxiety as he looked around and looked the other way before huffing to himself and walking away from back where he came.

You felt your shoulders untense as you finally took a tiny, quiet breath you were holding. Slowly releasing your mouth and waiting a few moments. You snuck a peek seeing he wasn't there. He must have went back to the road or to Ambrose to hunt for you.

You took the risk to make a run for it. Lester! If you could get to the road, if he saw you, he could get you out of here and you could win this.

You shoved off the tree taking off before releasing a scream when you got tackled to the ground.

"GOTCHYA!"

You struggled and he slammed you down with a grin. "Shh, shhhh." He told you as you fought him. Trying to crawl away from under him with fistfuls of leaves and soil in your fingers as he just grabbed you by your thighs and dragged you back to him.

"I don't think so, honey." He growled out and with a slight grunt flipped you onto your back where you had even less leverage.

"Get the fuck off me!" You yelled, teeth gritted as you tried shoving him off. "Motherfucker, get off!!"

He just chuckled at your attempts to shove his big self. He was well over 6'1, probably close to or was 180 lbs of muscle mostly and had an aggression in him that just spurred him on.

He grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks. "Shhh...Shh, it's okay. It's over now. Ya aint gotta fight no more."

You kept struggling, grunts and cries escaping you as you screamed.

"Go ahead! Scream all ya want, sweetheart. Yer gonna be doin' plenty of it tonight...Ain't nobody around to hear ya." He mused with a sadistic smirk.

You tried to use your hand to shove him off by his face and he just grabbed both your wrist and jerked them down. Pinning them to your sides. Your heart hammered, your body trembled, a tingling went through your whole body at realizing just how strong he was. No matter your strength, he was stronger and had the upperhand...He could do whatever he wanted and you were helpless.

He smiled down at you. A bit of sweat curling his hair near his forehead as he caught his breath a bit from chasing you. "Yer a fun one, ain't ya?" He shoved you down more as you flinched with wide eyes. "Gave me quite a workout chasin' yer fine ass all over town. But I won. And now? I think I deserve a prize for winnin'."

He came foreward and tried to kiss you and you tried to bite him. He just laughed heartily in amusement at you. "Biting are we? I didn't take you for a feral dog...More like a sweet lil toy I get to use...Is that what you are? My toy I get to use?"

"Fuck you!"

"Don't you worry bout that. Imma do plenty of it out here." He retorted with a dark chuckle.

"You'll never get away with this! You don't have to do this, I won't tell, please!" You tried to reason as you felt him switch your wrist so he had you by one hand, pinned over your head. The other large hand of his roamed with that black and silver ring reflecting off the moon every so often. You could see his veins in his hand as he jerked at your belt and you whimpered and shook your head.

"Hey." He sternly told you before his voice became sweet and mocking once more. "You're gonna be a good lil thing for me, ain't ya? It'll only hurt for a lil bit. Jus' a few minutes of pain, nothin' too bad. I'll be done before ya know it."

He unsnapped your belt with one hand and worked on the button of your jeans as you fought and struggled in a panic. "N-No! No, don't-"

He cut you off by shhing you again. His blue eyes gleaming down at you with his pupils dilated. A sick smirk on his face. He was enjoying seeing you almost in tears, seeing you scared, feeling you fight him. He was a sadist, that was for sure.

You screamed and used your last bit of strength to knee him in the lower side as hard as you could. He grunted as you got away. But just enough to get a foot away before he grabbed you while you both were still on the ground.

He shoved you into a sitting position against the base of a tree. "Now, why ya fightin' for? Yer jus' makin it worse on yerself!...That knee kinda hurt, sweetheart. " He grinned that lopsided grin of his with his brows furrowed a bit. "The more ya fight, the worse its gonna get. I was gonna go easy on ya but now? I think you need tore up a lil bit. Need those sexy thighs to have some bruises even a few welts on that nice ass too-" He smacked the side of your ass through your jeans with a smirk. "I think you can handle it."

You stared at him with wide eyes as he held you by the throat up against the tree. On his knees while you sat. Everytime you raised an arm he squeezed tight enough to make your vision blurred. Once your arms fell to your sides he loosened it just enough to let you get tiny breaths of air. "Good...tha's a good toy for me."

You had tears in your eyes, gasping for air, sweat dripping off you as you could do nothing now. He was in control and he knew it. You felt small, helpless, vulnerable.

You whimpered with a cut off cry as you felt his calloused fingers dip into your jeans and feel your pussy. Running along the outers lips and just barely dipping in.

He pulled his hand out with a giant grin and a laugh at how wet you were. Coating his fingers in long slick trails of wetness from...The excitement? Adrenaline? Your body just reacting to this situation? Either way, you jerked your head away with shame.

"Ain't that jus' beautiful... It's like you know jus' how to turn yerself on...." He ripped your jeans off and then ripped at that flannel to expose you more. "I think yer startin' to like this, baby...Do you like this? Do you like knowing I can take whatever I want from your body and you can't do nothin' to stop it? Ya like the rush of fightin' an' runnin' from me?"

You furiously shook your head and gasped when you felt his thumb make rough circles over your clit. Jolting and trying to squirm away with no where to go. He used his hand to jerk your head to look at him while he kept rubbing your now hardening clit. "Ah, ah. Yer gonna look at me and tell me how much this is turning you on."

You shook your head with his fingers still digging into your jaw. You grit your teeth trying to ignore the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. "No...No, I don't."

He smirked. "Really? That why yer pussys so wet?" He jeered. "Now...Say it."

You refused stubbornly and he pinched your clit lightly hood and all. Your back arched and jolted in pain and pleasure at the same time. But the pain was a bit more as he did it again harder this time as you forced out with shut clenched eyes. "I enjoy it!"

He chuckled and gently rubbed soothing circles over your aching clit. "There ya go...Oh sweetheart. That is so sensitive! I can't wait to make ya scream for me." He grabbed your chin roughly again and forced you to look at him while he rubbed you there.

You tried so hard not to give him the satisfaction of seeing your body betray you. But your brows rose up and your mouth parted as he smeared some wetness over your clit and used two calloused fingers to rub underneath and all around your aching bundle of nerves.

He smirked that lopsided toothy grin at you. "I don't know about you, Sweetheart, but my bodies tellin' me to take somethin' from this lil situation...What's yer body tellin' you?"

You whisper to him, face hot and tears in your lashes. "P-Please, don't."

A dark brow rose as his fingers dipped down lower. "Yer beggin'? Funny, I don't remember askin'. Ya need to realize somethin' here, darlin'...I'M in charge. Not you. And I don't remember askin' for permission or askin' if you wanted this...This is allll for me."

"P-Please-"

"Hush." He jeered, seeming to get short with you as his thick masculine digit barely went in before he took it out and did two. Your mouthed opened in a shaky gasp as he kept talking. "Now we're gonna do this my way. You just need t' shut up and let me enjoy this moment without all that bitchin'."

His fingers stretched you but there wasn't too much resistance with how wet you were. Just a short moment of discomfort with the sudden stretch before he started curling his fingers and twisting them up into that cushioned frontal wall. The man was the devil.

You couldn't even contain the whimpering moan as he kept a firm grip on your chin so he could see your face at all times.

"Oh God, don't." You softly moan out as he just picked up the pace on your already adrenaline high turned on body.

"I don't think ya get it, darlin'...This is happening one way or another. Here in Ambrose, yer gonna learn what I say goes and if I want to make yer body get an ounce of pleasure before I have my fun then that's jus' how it'll be...Just relax." He cooed the last part with an evil smirk.

This wasn't for your benefit. He just loved forcing it out of you. Loved seeing the shame on your face as your own body betrays you.

You released a sobbing sort of moan. He leaned forward. "Just...Give in Sweetheart." He chuckled and got closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yerself. Jus' let it feel good."

His fingers kept doing that upward tickling motion on your g spot as your thighs started to quiver. A gasp escaped you as he kept coaxing you with his fingers and his words to cum.

He grinned when you moaned louder, feeling your inner muscles clench his fingers a bit as that heated started pooling in you. "Oh, no more fight in ya, huh? Where did that fiesty lil fighter go?" He pulled his fingers out as you whined in protest. So close you could almost taste it. "Oh so you liked that. Well you ain't enjoying nothin' without me." He started undoing the fly on his coveralls.

You tried to have some resistance. Some form of pride left as you felt tears running down your cheeks and you numbly shook your head. In a pleading tone. "No."

He sternly told you in a half sneer half smirk. "I don't remember askin' you a damn thing about what you wanted." He pulled himself out. Hard as can be and even leaking a bit as he pumped his cock a few times "Whaddya think this dance is for? Yer in Ambrose now. This is what we do to sexy lil things like you that get in over their head."

He grabbed your arms and pushed in. Your head reeled back and...God damn...He felt...Good. He shouldn't! But his was such a perfect size and shape to you in your nervous, excited, fearful and turned on body. You could feel a second hearbeat in your clit and your inner walls ached. They ached so bad from his teasing that the stretch felt like much needed itch that had to be stratched. It hurt a little at how forceful he pushed in but it hurt so good at the same time as your head snapped back and your hips bucked at the sudden intrusion with a strangled cry from your lips.

He chuckled, not moving for only a few seconds. Grinning in pure sadistic pleasure. "Oh you like that, don't ya?" He pulled out thrust forward with a harsh grunt while gripping your hair; forcing you to look at him. "If I remember correctly, this whole thing!-" He thrust harshly again as you saw stars and felt a deep aching soreness in your lower abdomen that hurt but fuck it was a good hurt. The type of pain that was easily overlooked for the building pleasure you were feeling. "-Started from you trying to fight me so hard!" He grunted again through clenched teeth as he thrust hard into you, this time it hit deep and you cried in pain a little. "Well how you like it now, huh? Ya like it rough?"

You tried to bite your lip and shake your head and then the bastard switched it up. Pulling out halfway and doing short but fast trusts right on your g spot and you groaned low in your throat. He laughed at that.

"Oh yes you do, darlin'. All that fighting in the beginning? You just wanted me to get this out of your system." He kept thrusting grunting a bit as he leaned in and nibbled at your ear. "You like it when I'm in charge. Yer just too shy to admit it."

You gasp and tremble as that thrusting is so damn firm and hard and fast and the fucker angled his hips upward. He knew what he was doing as you felt your inner muscles involuntarily clench around him.

"There we go, beautiful. Now ya ain't thinkin' bout it s' hard." He raised your chin to look at him. "Ya don't wanna ruin this moment. Cause this might be the best moment of whatever time you got left...So just enjoy the ride." He let go of your chin and shoved your thighs upward while thrusting deeper and fadter. "Oooh fuck, baby...Shit." He grunted out with a tiny moan himself as he went hard in you.

Your eyes rolled back and a tiny grunt of 'no', 'please', 'I can't' escaped you every thrust as your inner muscles betrayed you. Starting to do a milking motion around his cock on their own as he moaned a bit.

"Oh, that's it. S' good for me...It's alright, sweetheart. Nobody has to know ya like this. This can be yer dirty lil secret."

"I d-don't." You forced out not even believing it yourself as your face screwed up in pleasure the deeper he went.

"Hah, there's that face again." He grunted out with a slight smirk. Sweating and face flushed as he drove into you. "Ya can't hide it, darlin'. I can see it in yer eyes. I know you like this. Your sweet pussy keeps suckin' me in...Sopping wet....Urgh!" He groaned when you involuntarily clenched and it made his face screw up into a sneer as he pounded you on the forest floor against the base of that tree. He jerked your head back by your hair. "You love this. It's why I can make ya do anything. You're mine in Ambrose. You do what I say and you love it or learn t' love it."

"Noo-" You moaned out feeling yourself getting closer as tears kept pricking your eyes.

"Yes!" He laughed out through a moan while his blue eyes stared into yours. "You're doin' such a good job of makin' this fun for me. What a good toy you are, fightin' me and actin' like you don't like it. Yer goddamn pathetic, darlin'. A filthy, naughty lil liar whose pussy is betrayin' em."

You trembled, high pitched cries escaping you. "Yess-" You shook yourself realizing with shame you just said that. "No." You gasped.

He grinned while he kept thrusting a spot you seemed to like. "Yeah, ya like it. I think this whole chase was jus' you puttin' up some walls so you didn't look so desperate...You're so pathetic darlin'. Don't try to fake it. You love this. Maybe I'll keep ya around a lil longer and walk ya around Ambrose on a leash? Show anyone and everyone what a good pet I can make you be...You'll get addicted to this, sweetie...Good lil whore-"

You couldn't contain it any longer as those wonderful tingles and seering heat just washed over you. You hung your head back and yelled out in orgasmic bliss as he kept fucking you. He was right, you did scream. You couldn't even hold it back and you didn't want to. This was too damn animalistic and primal and wrong not to cry out.

He stuttered his hips a bit at how hard your pussy was clenching him as your hips bucked. "Fuckin' shit, honey." He gasped out. As soon as you calmed down and your muscles where just contracting every so often he huffed with a smirk. "Ooh you are such a lil freak, darlin! I haven't had one like you in too damn long. Maybe I was wrong...You're not pathetic, yer disgusting. Yer body doesn't lie as much as yer mouth does." He leered with a sadistic grin as he panted while thrusting.

You laid there satisfied. The adrenaline gone...The game over as you gave him a lazy smirk while he kept thrusting.

He looked a bit perplexed while moving slower in you. "What's that face for? Ya finally ready to admit yer nothin' but a naughty toy for me?"

You grinned and leaned forward to kiss his nose. He completely stopped thrusting. Looking with wide eyes and a faint tinge to his face before giving you a wry smirk. "Hey, jus' cause the games over for you don't mean it is for me....Stop bein' sweet, damn it."

You chuckled, blissed out on cloud nine. God Damn that was the type of orgasm that...You need a nap, a drink, a cigarette. Fuck. All you could do was with tear streaked cheeks and watery eyes and a heated face just give him that dumb satisfied grin.

He thrust a few more times before you decided to help a bit. Tired of the game and wanting your lover to hurry up so you could go shower and cuddle in bed all night. You used those inner muscles to clench and unclench while swiveling your hips the best way you could. He gasped out. "Hey! Heey, I'm in charge!... Urgh, fuckin' damn it YN!" He screwed his face shut and groaned low in his throat as he thrusted a few more times before panting and staying in one spot. "...Shit....Uh fuck." He panted out before looking back up at you. Giving you an annoyed look.

"...We'll have to think of a better punishment for you. Yer too damn freaky and I'm gonna have to be creative. Yer such a bad lil thing." He finally cracked a smile himself.

You were out of subspace. The chase and fighting and roleplay was over as you huffed with a coy smile. "I am not."

He pulled out of you and just held you for a moment. "Oh, yes you are. It's okay to be naughty jus' don't be so stubborn bout it." He looked at you before kissing your forehead with a sigh. "But it does make it more fun. You're such a perfect toy...Still gotta make you work for it though."

I scoffed. "Why?"

He smirked down at you. "Cause you'll be the most spoiled brat if I let you get whatever you want whenever you want. You're insatiable. I'll never get anything done around here!"

"Oh no, spoiling me? How awful." You chuckled and he smiled fondly down at you in return.

He stared down at you, using his thumb to caress your cheek. This was...It was interesting. You WERE a victim...You and him bonded during your time in that room. What started out as a supposed Master/Slave dynamic quickly became something more the more he got to know you. He fought it hard but after a while he couldn't deny his caring for you. You were that missing piece. It helped your inner freak matched his. You brought out his sadism to the point he rarely got other victims. You were too fun. And he brought out that side of you that wanted to be dominated and taken care of. This chade thing was your idea after you taunted him he was gonna get too tired to chase victims eventually anyways. All it took was a 'wanna bet?' and that predatory sadistic look in his eyes and you took off in both fear and glee making him work for it the last hour. You playing like you hated it and fighting him was all part of the game.

"What?" You asked as he gazed down at you.

"...Thinking how much I hate you. How damn soft you've made me." He had his hand around your throat. "Should've killed ya months ago. Ain't never let a toy get this comfortable."

You knew he was bluffing as you gazed up at him with soft eyes. You quickly found a look that made him weak and you pulled it out when you really needed it. His eye twitched in irritation as he kissed you. "Damn you..."

You kissed him chaste and sweet before telling him pleasantly. "You love me."

I tiny smile tried tugging his lips. "I tolerate you." He lost the smile, sighed, then just let it come back again. "...I do care for ya quite a bit though, honey. I ain't felt like this in too damn long."

"Sounds like love but you're too stubborn. C'mon, say it. 'I love you'."

"Glad to hear you admit it, brat." He huffed in bemusement while giving mock anger. "You ain't in charge here."

"Come oonnn, it's just us in the woods! Ain't like you haven't said it before. " You teased softly.

He groaned, rolling his eyes and acting more annoyed then you knew he was. "Fine. I love ya, ya fuckin' pain in the ass....Should've left the glue on yer mouth when I had you tied to that chair." He sighed with a slight smirk. "Come on. Let's go home." He helped you up. His body language of steadying you and his eyes roaming over you to make sure he didn't hurt you as much as normal victims; betrayed him. You were so tempted to retort 'something something...Body's not lying as much as your mouth does-" But you relented. Getting your pants back on.

You flinched when moving.

He looked pleased with himself. "Sore?" All before looking at you tenderly. That look reserved only on rare occasions for you. "C'mon, baby. Let's get you home...This was fun."

You let him lead you, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

You finally said once you got out of the woods. "I almost made it to the road. You know the rules...If Lester or some car picks me up to lead me back to Ambrose? I'm in charge. You will be MY toy for a change."

He let out a hearty laugh. "That ain't happened yet and it ain't gonna."

You gave him a determined smirk. "Wanna bet?"

"Are you challenging me? Yer gonna lose, darlin'. Remember your place...But fine. Jus' cause I know I'll win. How bout we do this again tomorrow night if you can walk properly."

You chuckled. A bit sore but too satisfied to care. "You're on, Bo...What collar do you wanna wear when I win?"

He smacked your ass while walking with an amused chuckle. Clearly not thinking you could win. "Oh shut up. I'm just gonna make that punishment even worse next time, smart ass." But he pulled you close and bent down to kiss your forehead as you both walked the empty Ambrose streets back to the house.

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theemporium · 10 months

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hiii cece, i was wondering if your still doing formula one, charles leclerc losing to reader and having a heated sex session (idk if that makes sense, but i hope you get it ig)

thank you xx

thank you for requesting! i do kinda wanna write for my boys (and maybe some others, who knows) again so here we are :)

He was pissed.

You knew he was pissed the second you got out of your car, parked right behind the number one sign, and saw him just glaring at you from his spot behind number two. You knew he was pissed when you went to the cooldown room and he had walked right past you. You knew he was pissed in the post-race conference when he made a snarky comment about your win.

He had spent the majority of the race leading. It was meant to be an easy win to secure. And then a safety car deployed and suddenly you were on his ass, and one risky move caused him to pull back and you to move ahead and you took his win.

Charles knew how racing worked. He knew this was just one of those things that happened. But after weeks of bad luck and bad strategies, this just so happened to be the thing that tipped him over the edge and there was only one way he knew how to settle his feelings when it came to you.

“Fuck!”

Charles groaned as he threw his head back, the thump against the wall was a dull pain that he didn’t care about at that moment. Instead, he was focused on you. One look and you knew exactly what he needed. It was easy enough to sneak into his driver room after the conference, but you had barely stepped through the door before he was on you.

Now, here he was, race suit pooled at his knees and fireproof abandoned somewhere in the room. His chest was heaving with soft pants, his hands were wrapped around your ponytail and his cock was hitting the back of your throat as you took it all like the good girl you were.

“That’s it, cherie,” he groaned, tugging you closer by your hair until your nose was brushing against his pelvis. He looked down at you, the way your wide, glossy eyes were staring up at him and the way his cock bulged against your cheek. “This is where you belong, hm? Look so pretty down there.”

You whined around his cock, the sound only muffled as you squirmed under his intense gaze. Your hands were pressed against his thighs, your nails digging into his skin but he revelled in the pain.

“So fucking desperate for my cock,” he mused as he tugged you away, watching as you gasped for air. His eyes darkened at the line of spit connecting to the tip of his dick, the way your eyes fell to watch it like you wanted to destroy the distance between you and him. “Maybe I gotta fuck you before the race, leave you all dumb and fucked out. Maybe then you won’t pull stupid moves.”

“It was a good move,” you defended weakly, your voice a little raspy as you looked up at him.

But he just chuckled darkly as he fisted your hair, tugging your head back so you were looking up at him. His other hand wrapped around his cock in a tight first, stroking as he watched you watch him longingly.

“Still a brat, I see,” he grumbled, hissing through clenched teeth as his thumb swiped over his sensitive tip. “A shame. I was gonna take it out on you, watch you cry for my cock. But I don’t think you deserve it.”

Your eyes widened a little. “Charles—”

“Shh, baby,” he groaned as he fought to keep his eyes open, to keep them on your face as he felt his orgasm approaching. He took a step closer, his cock just inches away from your face. “This is all you’re getting until you stop being a brat. Only good girls get to come.”

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personne-reblogs · 1 year

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AUTISTIC SWEEP

The shouts of the crowd are fading into white noise.

The curtains are closing.

The lights are dimming.

The air still feels filled with static, though.

This is a fight Donatello had known he couldn’t win, logically. The competition had been all fun and games, but this challenger was another story. No amount of support or hype could make up for such a gap; the bone deep certainty didn’t leave room for hard feelings.

Struggling to catch his breath, battle shell against the wall, Donatello looks up from where he’s been getting some rest - not passed out rest, mind you. More like a beauty nap.

He lets out a genuine chuckle.

Shigeo Kageyama is simply standing there, as he has been for most of the fight.

“Sweet Marie Curie,” he puffs, keeping his voice level. The roar of the crowd hasn’t entirely died down, but he knows he is heard. “You don’t even have a scratch.”

The one they call Mob is giving him a stare. He still seems a little out of it.

“You fought well,” he states calmly, and Donnie giggles.

“Oh, please. I’ve been losing tournaments at home for as long as I can remember. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”

At that, Mob flashes a grin. “I’m not sorry,” he says bluntly, coming over in lazy steps. “But it hasn’t been easy, either.”

He sits down, legs stretched out in front of him, and Donnie can now see that his breathing is a little heavy. He feels himself get cocky.

“Well, I wasn’t about to just let you win. If I had to go down, might as well give ‘em a show, right?”

Mob sends him a sideway glance. “You really are all about dramatics.”

“What can I say?” Donnie sighs theatrically, proving his point. “This whole competition is about being swag. I could hardly disappoint.”

“I don’t think you could," his opponent utters. “You’re very expressive.”

Donnie raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow. This is something he hasn’t often been told. He looks over to Mob, and the tension in the boy’s shoulders makes him hum in thought.

“I don’t know who’s next, but you are going to crush them,” he provides. When Mob gives him a nonplussed glance, he goes on. “And even if you don’t, it’s still the last one. How good does that sound?”

“... it has been getting a bit much, to be honest.”

“Yeah, this is wild,” Donnie agrees. “Anyway, what are you gonna do with your trophy once you get it?”

Mob’s smile is a little shy, but he seems happy with the distraction. “I don’t know, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one. What would you do?”

“Well, you see, there was this one time I won the Lair Games…”

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In the next room, a very proud sensei and three worried brothers are getting impatient.

The student and the sibling don’t seem to care at the moment.

The crowd is gone.

The curtains are closed.

The lights are off.

For now, making small talk with a former rival is just enough.

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EDIT: there is now a sequel!

YOOO IT'S BEEN SUCH A WILD RIDE

Disclaimer: I have never read/watched mp100 and I deeply apologize for making him probably very ooc. Just wanted to celebrate this beast of a match in my own way, which is wishing I could draw and deciding to heave words on a doc instead lol

CONGRATS ON MOB!! The final match between mp100 and undertale is gonna be soooo funny but I think Mob's gonna win this thing like it's nothing tbh (he has my vote at least)

@autismswagsummit thank you for reblogging all that Donnie propaganda, I genuinely think he never would've made it this far without the signal boost!

All my thanks to the Rise fandom for these past few days! You guys have made such powerful content and there's been so much hype I'm shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU

#donnie sweep #mob sweep #autismswagsummit #donatello #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #mp100 #mob #writing #my writing #original content #i dunno how i tag these anymore

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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Hi, i saw your request with Jason Grace, so can you do another one about how Jason would react to reader being flirty with him while they are in a relationship?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x flirty! reader hcs

content: jason grace x flirty! reader hcs warning: language, sexual innuendos and references galore, def aged-up author's note: it's giving olivia rodrigo in all the best ways. i just know this boy would be more of a flustered mess but i also like a little banter so this is what we got. i feel like it was a pretty equal balance. anyways, enjoy!!

"maybe if it was two on one but even then i don't think so," leo argued as y/n walked up to him and piper, her eyes flirting to the arena where she could see jason warming up.

"what's up?" y/n asked, drawing both of their attention

"we've placed bets that we could find someone to beat jason in a swordfight before the end of the day but so far everyone we've sent in there has lost," piper explained and a smirk grew onto y/n's lips

"and you didn't just call me?"

"y/n, i love you, but i wouldn't say your the best swordfighter in the world," explained leo, gently and y/n rolled her eyes.

"no, duh! but, i've got a super secret weapon that will win you those bets and me, my fight," she mused, beginning to walk towards the arena and adjusting her shirt and pants.

"oh yeah? what's that?" leo questioned

"the fact that hes in love with me...oh and my tits," she winked at them before spinning around and walking into the arena, jason's eyes following her as she went to pick up a sword.

he squinted at her suspiciously, but figured there was no way she was involved with leo and pipers little bet.

"hey, there's my boy! i was hoping to find you here. i totally got my ass handed to me last week during capture the flag and was hoping you could teach me some things," the girl spoke as she walked up to jason, blinking innocently and tilting her head, a sweet smile on her glossy lips.

jason was already fighting for his life and she had just walked in

firstly, she only every called him 'her boy' during intense make-outs, bringing all of those memories to the front of his mind.

secondly, she was wearing that square neck top he loved so much. due to his height advantage over her, no matter where he looked her could see down her shirt and see her baby blue bra, the lace taunting him.

"yeah, of course," jason managed to get out, looking away as she beamed a smile at him, already having more than enough reasons to just drag her to the zeus cabin and never let her leave again.

"okay, so we're gonna start with blocks and feints and all that," started jason, demonstrating with his own sword before gesturing for her to do the same.

pitifully, the girl attempted to copy his actions but it came out a sloppy mess of sword and girl.

jason came up behind her, resting a hand on her hip and the other on her wrist, forcing her body to do the correct movements.

she leaned her body back against his, feeling him instantly still behind her.

"You're so sweet, jase, helping me with all this. best boyfriend ever. do you think we could try a swordfight?" she prompted, looking up at him and bashing her pretty eyelids. jason flushed but nodded his head, sure his words would fail him if he tried.

"don't go easy on me, pretty boy," the girl stated before she swung, jason just barely registering to avoid the blade, his mind still caught up on 'pretty boy.'

the two fought back and forth for a bit, both of them developing a sweat. and y/n was constantly pulling out moves that jason didn't teach, the boy quickly catching on that this had been a trap and he fell straight for it.

damn that girl and her tits

"you look good covered in sweat, grace. wonder what you'd look like under me. ever think about me like that?" questioned y/n, her lips pulled into a smirk and jason stumbled over his own feet, thoughts of the girl sweaty and bare under him flashing through his mind.

y/n took this opportunity, hooking his sword with her own and flicking it away before holding the tip of her sword to the poor flustered son of jupiter's throat.

"looks like I won. sorry, handsome, maybe next time," the girl purred, pulling her sword back away from him.

jason's blush somehow got worse, all the flirting and names hitting him like a brick as he was no longer distracted by the training.

y/n went and picked up jason's sword, holding it out for him.

as he took it into his hand, his pulled on y/n too, purposefully causing the girl to unexpectantly spin and her back to slam into jason's chest

"well, you weren't exactly playing fair today, we're you, sweetheart?" jason whispered near her ear, the girl's wiggles stopping and she swallowed thickly.

"all is fair in love and war, right?"

"hmm. good point. then this..." jason murmured before pressing his lips to her pulse point, causing a breath to tumble from her lips, "...feels pretty fair to me."

"i- i feel the need to point out, this wasn't all my idea," y/n desperately tried to argue but logic was slowly leaving her.

"well, then i guess we can consider you my war spoils. and how lucky i am," mused jason, clearly thinking himself clever, which he must've been as he made his girl laugh.

"come on, pretty boy, cabin one is calling my name. you can celebrate your victory there."

and celebrate they did

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo fandom #jason grace #jason grace x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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zbis · 2 months

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☆.｡.:*summary : your boyfriend comes home bruised and bloody yet again

☆.｡.:*pairing : boxer!gunwook x reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : blood, mentions of fighting, a bit of angst if you squint(?), fluff, not revised

☆.｡.:*w/c : ~1k

“stupid fucking-” gunwook groans out loud. “such a lucky hit, i swear...” he taps his finger on the marble surface of the kitchen island contemplatively. “i was just distracted,” he tells himself.

he places his head on the counter, mulling over the loss of the night. god, if only he did a left hook instead of the right.

“ow..” he lifts head up and looks down, noticing his forehead wound has opened back up and has left a blood stain on the counter. “shit,” he mumbles. just as he’s about to go grab a towel to clean it up, you emerge from your room.

“you’re back?” you yawn, your hair looking just a dishealved as his.

he clears his throat, diverting his gaze awkwardly from your exposed torso when you stretch. “yeah..” he mumbles. you laugh at how red his ears get until you notice the forehead wound among many others. you see his blood stained cheeks and eye that's just asking to get swollen if untreated. “gunwook what the fuck?” you scold him. “i-” you cut him off when you notice the stain he left on the counter. “and you’re leaving your blood everywhere!”

he scoffs, “ i was just about to clean that up..” he sighs, “im not really in the mood for this right now..” just then do you notice the way his eyes are downturned and his usual bubbly self is nowhere to be found.

“did you-”

you dont finish your sentence because the way hes carrying himself tells you everything already. “oh wook..” you walk up to him and cup his face gently, although he still winces at the touch. “it’s just one loss you know?” he sighs, “i was gonna use the money to take you out or something, we haven't done anything fun in months.”

“i dont care about that, you’ve done alot for me already plus i dont want you to die while making me happy.”

you dont even need to ask questions to know. gunwook typically never fought past his range. he would only go against people whom he knew he had a good chance against. however, every saturday there was an event where the fighters of the area could go against one of the strongest fighters in the city. the cash prize was good but what was even better was the reputation that came with it and your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to have it.

you were supportive but for the past 4 months, every Saturday without fail, gunwook would come home beat to a pulp. you tried to get him to give up but he was determined to win one day, he just had to get stronger.

you sigh, looking over his face. his lips were more swollen than normal and some strands of his dark hair were crisp with blood. “can you just-” “of course.” you cut him off. you place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he hisses in pain at and you laugh.

you silently lead him to the bathrooom where you keep a first aid kit on deck. you grunt as you pick up the heavy box, refusing to let gunwook help you. “just sit your ass down.” when he does you give him a once over.

he looks like a stray puppy who’d just been abandoned at the side of the road. you let out an exasperated sigh at his appearance, “you know, im not a licensed nurse. you need to go to the hospital one of these days.” he plays with his fingers while you get the kit ready for use.

“why would i do that when i have my own personal fixer upper right here?” he jabs at your side playfully. “ow, it hurts when you do it.” you glare at him with an annoyed but light smile.

“too strong.”

“not strong enough apparently,” he mumbles, once again reminded of yet another saturday loss. “well,” you take place on his lap with a cotton pad wet with alcohol in hand. instinctively he moves his hand to your waist to keep you steady. “you’re strong enough to keep me safe,” you whisper.

before he can protest or say anything demeaning about himself you place the cotton on the cut closest to his eye. he hisses in pain and glares at you. “be gentler,” he mumbles. you hum, moving the piece of cotton across whatever cut or gash you came across, making sure to change it whenever it got too saturated with blood.

“seriously though...you need to be more careful wook,” you place a kiss on the cut you just cleaned and place a bandaid over that. “my biggest fear is getting a call about a wound I won’t be able to fix.”

he nods solemnly, placing his patched up face on your shoulder. you sigh, choosing to play with his hair to soothe his stress and sadness.

after a couple beats of silence, he suddenly pips up.

"but next saturday i've definitely got it in the bag!"

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 reactions #drabble #gunwook imagines #zb1 headcanons #gunwook headcanons #gunwook fluff #mtl zb1 #zb1 fluff #gunwook x reader #send asks im new im excited to write for zb1!

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i-cant-sing · 9 months

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oh my god, platonic brother Gojo is delicious, what is Toji’s reaction to reader being taken from him???

Obv he is maaaadddd. I mean its clear Gojo took u, the bodies of his clan members are all proof.

Toji will find you, way sooner than Gojo could because he's an excellent bounty hunter and he's gonna be using all contacts and resources to find your whereabouts. And maybe a week later, he finds you but he doesn't attack right then. No, no. He waits, bides his time to strike at the right opportunity.

Meanwhile, you're having the worst time of your life because you just overheard Gojo discussing with Mei Mei about a spell/talisman to terminate your pregnancy, which as much as you hate Toji now, the baby was a product of consensual love (or so u thought. You didn't know Naoya and the clan had used a spell to remove your IUD), and you wanted to have this baby. You confronted your brother about this, thinking that he must have the notion that you want an abortion, but Saturo simply smiled and patted your cheek patronisingly, telling you not to worry your head about this because you don't know what's better for you (which isn't your fault. You've been brainwashed by Toji) and your brother is here to take care of all your problems now.

You found this incredibly insulting and told Gojo off, but he simply grabbed you and began dragging you towards a room where he was going to use the spell to "rid of the monster in you", and youvjust began struggling against him, wailing and crying for help.

That's when Toji strikes, using his cursed weapons to pull Gojo away from you, but of course Gojo has his infinity on, not only on himself, but on you too.

"Let. Her. Go." Toji grunts, whipping those iron chains out.

"I'm glad you came. I can finally kill you." Gojo smiled before pushing you into a room and locking the doors, while you banged against it.

The two men fought, with Gojo clearly having the upper hand and he was getting close to winning when suddenly- he felt a major drop in your cursed energy, followed by a blood curdling scream.

Knocking Toji out, Gojo teleported into the room he had locked you in, and to his horror-

You were in labour.

All the stress had caused you to go into labour prematurely, and you were screaming as you began pushing the baby. Gojo scrambled towards you, eyes widening as he tried to figure out how to help you. You tried to push him away, yelling him to get away from you, but then you started screaming again, your face scrunching up and Gojo immediately knew you needed assistance right now or you would die.

"I'm taking you to Shoko! Stay still-" but you shook your head when he put his hands under your knees to pick you up. "I- I cant move! Get Shoko here! NOW!" You yelled, and Gojo was forced to listen as he saw the blood on his hands. He teleported out of the room, going directly to the infirmary to drag Shoko out and back to you.

A few minutes later and Shoko told that she needed to cut you open now to get the fetus out or you would both die. Gojo couldn't give two shits about the baby, he just wanted you to be safe and so, like a DIY project, Shoko told you to take a deep breath as she began cutting you open, all while Gojo held you down.

It was like a scene from a gorey movie: blood everywhere, your screams echoing the room, while two people who have clearly no experience in gynaecology pulled your baby out.

"Its a-" Shoko was cut off by Gojo. "Dont care! Help Y/n! She's bleeding out! Drop the fucking child!"

Shoko placed the baby to the side and began using her cursed energy to heal you, but by this time you had already lost too much blood and went into shock.

Shoko instantly took you to the infirmary while Gojo remained behind, holding your baby in his hands. Shaking his head, he brought it along with hin to the infirmary, handing it to a nurse.

He can worry about killing child later. For now, he needs to focus on you.

Days went by and you finally woke up, waves of pain hitting you from all directions. Just then, Shoko walked in, smiling as she asked how you were feeling.

"We almost lost you there. Who knows what gojo would've done if I couldn't stitch you up in time, hm?" She joked, neither of you laughing as you both knew the horrific truth behind those words.

"Sho- shoko, where's my baby?"

When she didn't reply, you repeated your question, this time begging her to tell you.

She looked towards your window, a grim look on her face.

"Saturo is in the garden. He took the baby from the nursery this morning-" you didn't need to be told twice as you began pushing yourself off the bed, your body screaming in pain as you staggered towards the garden, not caring about your stitches opening.

That's when your spotted Gojo, holding your baby over the edge of the mountain, ready to drop-

"SATURO, DONT!" You begged, stumbling towards him.

He turned towards, tutting at the bood stain from your abdomen. "Y/n, you should be resting. Now Shoko will have to redo your stitches." He chided, as if he wasn't just about to kill your baby.

"Saturo, please. He's my baby, let him go-"

"No." But you clung on to his arms.

"Please, I will do anything! I'll do whatever you say, Saturo. You want me by your side? I'll stay. You want me to stay in my room? I won't take a step outside! Whatever you say, I'll do it! I'll be good, Saturo, please! Just spare his life!" You cried and he patted your head, before gently lifting your head.

"Aww, its okay. You'll obey what I say either way! It's cute how you thought you had a choice, though!" He said before throwing your baby over the edge, holding you back from following it.

You screamed in horror as Gojo began dragging you back before eventually picking you up and taking you back to the infirmary.

"I know it seems like I'm the bad guy here, but in time, you'll understand that this was for the best" Gojo said as you began hurling insults and curses at him until Shoko finally sedated you and took you back in for surgery.

"Oh and Shoko?" She turned towards him, only to find him grinning manically. "Dont ever try to interfere in my family matters again." The "or else..." didn't need to be said. The threat was clear.

At the bottom of the mountain, your infant cried softly in his arms.

Toji Fushiguro may have caught his baby, but he didn't know how to comfort his newborn son when all of his focus was on freeing you from Gojo.

He swayed the baby gently.

"Shh, I know you want your mama, but you'll have to wait. Don't worry though, I'm gonna bring mama back soon, okay?"

#yandere gojo saturo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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succubusmunson · 11 months

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Let’s Play

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous game of who can make the other break first.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi toxic relationship, exhibitionism kink, teasing, begging, praise, oral (m and f receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), choking, spanking, slapping, breeding kink, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 4.8K

(this was kinda rushed in the end, but i hope y’all enjoy!)

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You looked in the rear view mirror one last time before taking a breath and stepping out of your car.

Corroded Coffin was playing a show (if you could call a small crowd of local drunks and cougars a show), and while you were still mad over the stupid argument you had with Eddie earlier in the day, you still wanted to show up and support him.

You walked into the bar, a small group of patrons scattered around it. Your eyes scanned the bar looking for your boyfriend and of course, he was talking up some women with big tits. You knew exactly where tonight was headed just by looking at him. This is the game he really wanted to play? You were here to be nice, but seeing him talking to the bartenders had smoke blowing out your ears.

Eddie saw you by the front door and immediately pushed the girls aside, striding over to you. “I’m glad you came, sweetheart.” His smile was big and bright, but he had that mischievous look in his eyes.

“Oh, are you?” You pushed your sunglasses to rest on your head, your arms coming to cross against your chest.

You made sure to wear Eddie’s favorite outfits. It always left him drooling after you, staring at you like a starved man. Two can play this game, it was all about who would break first.

It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. You and Eddie always did this, fought, had mind blowing make up sex, and did it all over again. It was a never ending cycle. The two of you loved each other, were in love with each other, but that didn’t stop the fights you had.

You heard it before, from your friends and family, that you fought this way to keep each other close, to have that spark always lit. No matter how many fights or nights where you almost went to bed angry, the spark was always there, always fully lit between the two of you. The two of you just couldn’t resist each other

“You gonna do this,” he looked around the bar, showing how now wasn’t the time to bring any of this up, “now?”

Your eyes rolled at him being a tad bit over dramatic. He was acting all innocent, but that glint in his eyes told another story.

You placed a freshly manicured hand on Eddie’s hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under it. It sped up when you touched him, sending shockwaves throughout his body, and all the blood straight to his cock.

“I see that look, Eddie.” You stood up on your tippy toes, your lipstick stained lips pressed against his ear. “You wanna play just as much as I do.”

Eddie had to bite back a groan. Feeling you this close to him, touching him, always sent him into a daze. You had this hold over him, and he didn’t want you to let go.

He tried to compose himself, cleaning his throat. “Maybe I do,” he pulled your body flush against his, his arms snaking around your waist. “You better watch yourself tonight, sweetheart.”

You pulled away from him, slowly walking backwards to the bar. “It’s you who should watch yourself.” You winked at him, licking your lips. “I always win.”

Soon enough, Eddie and the band took the stage. They looked comfortable up there, and as they should. Corroded Coffin have been playing at The Hideout for years, always hoping for the day that some huge record label person would walk in and sign them.

The bass quickly slithered its way into your body, making your heart beat out of your chest. It felt like you were vibrating, but you loved it.

Many songs were played as Eddie kept flirting with the cougars by the stage. Getting on his knees in front of them, slowly licking his lips, practically humping the mic stand. He did all this knowing that you were watching, hoping the jealousy was bubbling up inside you.

You couldn’t deny the need you had for him as you watched him, though. He was sweaty, beads dripping from his hair to his forehead. The bulge in his tight fitted pants was big enough for you to see where you stood, and the winks he kept sending your way had you weak in the knees. He was making it hard to focus, to breathe.

You two had the other wrapped around your fingers.

The set ended and just as Eddie jumped down, you turned your back to him. You were putting on a front and flirting with the bartender that had been making your drinks. Batting your eyelashes, letting your fingers linger over his when he handed you your drink. You even let out a few giggles, tossing your head back. You made sure that you were being loud enough for Eddie to hear.

And Eddie definitely heard, he walked up to you and pressed his sweaty chest into your back. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, but you weren’t sure if it was from just playing his heart out or the sight of you flirting with some stupid bartender.

Eddie didn’t say anything to you as he stood behind you, he just grabbed your ass and walked away. He had something up his sleeve, you knew it.

You watched him go over to a girl who was leaning up against the wall, smoking. Even though you couldn’t hear what was being said, you know he was asking to bum a cigarette. Eddie was always losing his somewhere.

What took you by surprise was when the girl popped it into his mouth, slowly running her fingers down his neck and chest.

Your fists balled at your sides as your eyes shot daggers at them.

The girl leaned forward, her forehead almost touching Eddie’s. She was smiling in his face and you swear you heard her ask, “do you have one brand of cigarettes you love… or are you open to other options?” Her hand went lower, almost reaching the top of his belt.

You couldn’t take it any fucking longer.

She popped open her lighter and went to light the cigarette dangling from Eddie’s lips.

Seeing red, you pulled him away, straight to the bar's nasty bathroom. At this point, you didn’t care where the two of you fucked, you just wanted him.

Eddie lost it the second you pushed the door close, pulling your body closer to his, and grabbing you by the back of the neck. “Who’s the winner now?”

You rolled your eyes, already working on undoing his belt. “You’re joking right? She was almost kissing you!” Your voice was raised, sure to be heard over the music playing outside the bathroom.

Eddie chuckled darkly, his grip getting tighter on you. “How about we talk about all that giggling you were doing with the bartender?” He leaned down and caught you in a feverish kiss, his teeth biting down in your bottom lip, and making you gasp. “Fucking pathetic to see you throw yourself at him like that.”

“Oh, so drunk girls can throw themselves at you all the time but the second I talk to some cute guy you have to act like this?” Your hands dropped from his belt and came up to rest confidently on your hips.

“Cute?” Eddie cocks his head to the side, his teeth gritting, and his jaw clenched. “You wanna find another choice of words?”

“No, I don't.”

“You’re really digging yourself a hole?” He walks you backwards, pinning you between him and the wall, your back hitting the tiled, cold wall with a slight thud. “Are you really sure you want to go down this route?”

Deciding to push Eddie’s limits further, you shrugged. “What are you gonna do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he ripped your shirt right down the middle, the ripping off the fabric echoing in your eyes. “I’m gonna make sure you know that you can’t have anyone but me.”

He took you by surprise, the cold air surrounding your body and making your nipples immediately harden.

Eddie looked up at you. His big, brown eyes are filled not with innocence, but lust, jealousy, and need.

You couldn’t deny how wet you were at this moment. Your thighs were sticky as you clenched them together, and your skin felt hot. All you wanted was Eddie, all you needed was him.

“Please…” Eddie knew what you wanted by your tone of voice, but he was going to make you work for it.

“On your knees, pretty girl.” He undid his belt quickly, letting it clank as he pulled down his jeans and boxers just under his ass.

His cock was already hard, leaking with precum, and his balls heavy with the need to be drained.

Slowly, you dropped to your knees, your eyes still looking up at him. His cock right in front of your face, just waiting for you to put that mouth to good use.

“Open,” you quickly obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

Eddie grabbed the base of his cock and slapped the leaky tip against your tongue. The salty precum flooded your tastebuds and you closed your eyes to try and savor the flavor longer.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue licking over the slit before taking more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck- it’s always so easy to shut you up like this.” Eddie’s hand rested on the back of your neck, holding your head still so he could fuck his cock into your throat. “Just fucking take it.”

You gagged and your eyes started to tear up, but that didn’t stop you from opening your mouth more.

Eddie’s balls slapped wetly with each thrust of his hips against your chin, drool dripping down it. You were sure your throat was going to be raw after him fucking your face, but it was all worth it. “Doing such a good job for me, baby.”

You tried to speak, tried to thank him but your voice came out muffled. His cock was stuffed fully in your mouth.

“Shhh, don’t try to talk.” Eddie ran a thumb over your cheek soothingly, wiping your tears away before gently slapping you. “Just let me fuck your pretty face.”

His hips thrusted, the tip of his cock nudging at your throat. Your lungs burned from lack of air, but you could stay on your knees for him forever.

Your nose was pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of Eddie’s cock, his balls wetly pressed against your chin. His cock throbbed in your mouth and against your tongue. You swallowed around his cock, gagging each time it hit the back of your throat.

Eddie wrapped a hand around your throat, feeling his cock bulge in it. He couldn’t help but groan, knowing you took all his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are.

“God damn it,” he pulled you away, your spit webbing between your lips and his cock.

He didn’t stop there. Instead, he pulled your head closer to his balls, dragging them across your waiting lips. His cock was pressed against your face, precum smearing across your forehead.

You did want you know he wanted, you opened your mouth and sucked the heavy sack in. Your tongue rolled against the velvety skin, your teeth nibbling here and there.

“S-shit,” Eddie’s blunt nails dug into your skin, creating crescent moon shapes in their wake.

You kept sucking, pulling on them. Having them in your mouth was enough to have your hips rolling against the air, looking for any type of friction against your clit. He knew what a slut you were for his balls.

“Yeah? You like having my balls in your mouth?” He smirked down at you as you tried to nod your head with your mouth full of him.

You grabbed his cock and moved your hand up and down in a twisting motion. More precum bubbled out of the slit and over your knuckles. Your spit and all the precum made it easy for your hand to move in swift motions.

While moving your hand up and down, squeezing at the tip, you gargled around his balls. Each lick and nibble making Eddie shake with pleasure.

“Shit-shit,” Eddie’s stomach muscles tightened and he was close to cumming.

You could feel his cock twitch and throb in your hand, the precum dripping continuously down your knuckles.

As much as Eddie wanted to cum on your face right now, he couldn’t couldn’t let that happen yet. He had to cum in your pussy tonight. He wanted to fill you up until he had nothing left to give, breed you nice and full.

Eddie pulled his balls from your mouth and looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, looking perfect, had him in awe.

Your lipstick was smeared across your chin, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks with tears. You looked pretty like this. A pretty mess that he had made.

Eddie helped you stand up, and turned you around. His chest was pressed up against your back as his hands roamed over your body. “Let’s get you out of this pants.”

His fingers made quick work, unbuttoning your jeans, and sliding his cold fingers inside your panties. “Who’s got you all wet? I know it isn’t that bartender.”

“Y-you.” Your voice was quiet and shaky, his fingers barely brushing against your clit.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?” Oh, he heard you alright, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Eddie always wanted to hear how he was the only one who could get you soaked. No one else held such power over you.

“You, Eddie.” You wiggled your hips, his fingers pinching at your clit. “I’m wet for you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Just as quickly as he slid his fingers into your panties, he slid them back out.

Eddie helped you shimmy down your jeans and panties off in one go, pooling around your ankles before you stepped out of them.

His rough hands grabbed at your supple skin. Digging into the flesh of your ass, feeling your body mold into his hands. He had you just where he wanted you.

“I don’t know whether to tease you,” he trailed a blunt fingernail up your back, goosebumps forming over your hot skin. “Or give you so many orgasms that you’re crying by the time I’m done with you.”

You shook your head rapidly, breath hitching each time he touched you. “Please don’t tease me, I can’t handle it.”

Eddie chuckled darkly in your ear, his teeth grazing against your earlobe. Every part of your body felt hot, the need for him almost becoming too much. “You think you have a say in this? You don’t, sweetheart. Remember, I won.”

“I make the rules,” his hand came down with a hard spank! across your ass cheek, causing you to let out a high pitched, breathy moan. The crack of his hand against your ass was loud enough to echo against the dirty walls. “You just sit there, look pretty, and take what I give you.”

Spank! Spank! Spank! His hand came down hard against your ass, over and over again. Your head was reeling, and you knew Eddie was enjoying it by all the chuckling he was doing.

The stings of the initial spanks and Eddie's rings made you hiss in pain and pleasure. If you weren’t wet before, you’re certainly dripping now.

Eddie walked you until your stomach was pressed against the sink, trapping you in. Both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing you.

God, you had the most perfect cunt. It was the prettiest color he had ever seen, was always so fucking wet, and it fit his cock perfectly. Each part of you, no matter the part, was made for him.

He groaned from behind you, licking his lips. “You’re fucking dripping.” His finger ran up the back of your thigh until it ghosted over your cunt, collecting some of your slick.

You gripped the edge of the sink, trying to compose yourself.

Eddie’s dark eyes looked at you through the mirror, smirking at you. He popped a finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making sure it was nice and clean. “God, I can’t get enough of how you taste.”

Behind you, he got down on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower back, bending you over the sink.

You let out a shocked moan the second you felt Eddie lick up from your sopping wet cunt all the way up to your puckered, pink hole. If this sink wasn’t made out of porcelain, it might have been broken with the tight grip you had on it.

“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head just as Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit. “Yes- Eddie!”

You reached a hand around and held into the back of his head, grinding your hips back against his exploring tongue.

“Mmm, mhm.” He couldn’t say much, but Eddie was showing just how much he loved the taste of you. Letting his tongue dip into your cunt for a moment before licking up towards your ass, getting it all nice and wet with his spit.

Eddie was slurping, licking, and sucking. He was doing everything he could with his skilled mouth and tongue to pull those pretty, pornographic moans that he loved so much coming from you.

Each moan sounded like an angel singing in his ears to him. If he could have your moans on repeat forever, he would.

The hand you had in Eddie’s hair pulled at his curls, his own moans sending vibrations through your body. “So good, Eddie, so fucking good!”

It was hard to keep your balance and not fall straight to your knees. The pleasure was growing and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your toes curl in your shoes.

Eddie knew you were close too, and he wanted to feel you cum all over his face. He pulled your pussy lips apart and suckled your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head side to side, letting his teeth barely graze it.

Your clit throbbed in his mouth as your orgasm kept building and building until you finally let go.

“I-I’m cumming!” You were afraid that Eddie would stop, edge you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But he let you cum, kept sucking at your clit like his life depended on it, making obscene slurping noises.

You squeezed your eyes shut and slammed your hand on the sink as your orgasm ripped through your body. It was taking its time running through you, letting you feel every bit of pleasure it had to give. “Fuck, fuck!”

It’s safe to say that no one could eat pussy like Eddie. He was a god at it. You knew it, he knew it, and so did all those girls that could hear you screaming in the bar.

Eddie pulled away just as you finished cumming, standing back up, and looking at you through the mirror. His lips were swollen, covered in the mess you had made on him, practically dripping in your cum. “You wanna taste?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, just grabbed you, and forced your head to turn. His lips felt sticky, hot, and wet. His tongue danced around yours, both of you moaning into the kiss. You both lingered in the kiss for a moment, melting into each other.

You pulled away, letting nothing but strings of salvia connect the two of you together. “Jesus Christ, Eddie.” Your breath was still labored from before, never fully catching it.

“I’m just getting started,” he grabbed the back of your thighs and sat you on the surprisingly sturdy sink. Your legs dangled above the floor and your ass barely hung off the sink.

“You look so pretty all fucked out.” Eddie didn’t let you argue with him, shoving two of his thick fingers in your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down them, letting your tongue lick between them. Eddie and you held eye contact the whole time his fingers were in your mouth, you getting them all nice and wet.

He kicked your legs apart and took his spit wet fingers from your mouth.

“Eddie,” you bucked your hips into the air, already needing something touching you again.

“Hmm?” He trailed his fingers up your thigh, licking his lips. “You want something?”

“You know I do.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your cunt. “Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Look at you begging,” two fingers slowly slid into your cunt, your mouth falling agape. “What? nothing to say now?”

Eddie held his fingers still, watching as you became greedy and fucked yourself against them. Your hips lifted off the sink a little each time you bucked your hips, trying to get Eddie to fuck you with his fingers.

“Fucking move.”

He grabbed you by the throat, squeezing it, and cutting off a small amount of your air supply. “Ask nicely and I’ll think about it.”

Your chest heaved as you tried to take in deep breaths, your heart starting to beat rapidly. “Shit- Eddie… please fuck me with your fingers, I need it.”

Eddie smirked at you, resting his forehead against yours. “C’mon, that was nothing. I know you can do a lot better than that.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, please! You’re the only one who knows what I love, how to make me cum.” Your eyes welled, tears threatening to spill over. One orgasm wasn’t enough, your body craved more.

He curled his fingers inside your cunt, pumping them in and out. His eyes never left yours, watching as they filled with pleasure. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

“Y-yes,” your breath came out hitched as his thumb started to toy with your clit. “I’m your good girl.”

“Yeah?” His fingers fucked you harder, your body shaking each time he fucked them into you. “Just my good girl, right?”

“Yes! Just- holy fucking shit!”

Eddie caught you off guard, wrapping his lips around one of your swollen nipples. He pulled at it with his teeth before moving to the other way, doing the exact same thing. He hummed against your skin.

Your head fell back against the mirror as your cunt squelched around his fingers, gushing as his fingers grazed against your g-spot. Your head spun as you let out silent screams, your body shaking the more you came.

The breath felt like it was punched from your lungs, your throat raw. You didn’t want this feeling to ever stop. You felt purely euphoric, everything tingled in the most perfect way.

“Holy fuck, baby.” Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away you, his fingers still fucking into you harder and harder. He was in complete awe at the way you squirted from his fingers. “Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of you, watching the way they were dripping in your cum. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie helped you off the sink, holding you steady as your legs wobbled. “You get to cum on my cock this time.”

You bent over the sink, pushing your ass out, and wiggling it in the air. As sensitive as you were, you craved his cock. “God, please. I need it.”

Eddie slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, letting them pool. “I can see how badly you do, sweetheart.” He rubbed the throbbing top of his cock around your clit, slapping it a few times. “Want me to fill you up nice and full of my cum? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you turned your head to the side, making eye contact with him. “Please fill me up.”

He barely let you finish talking before he slid his cock inside your soaked cunt, balls pressing right against your clit. Your body fell forward against the sink, your hand resting against the mirror. You were so full of cock that you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“I- Eddie- oh my,” your brain was shut off and the only thing it could focus on was the throbbing of Eddie’s cock stuffed tightly in your cunt.

“God dammit, baby,” Eddie pressed his body over yours, engulfing you in him. He dropped his head against your shoulder blade, his breath coming out in short pants. “Your cunt was made for my cock.”

You reached behind you, digging your nails into whatever part of him you could grab. “You feel so fucking good!”

Eddie chuckled, “bet that bartender, or anyone else, couldn’t fuck tou like this huh? He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing until you opened your mouth to catch your breath. “No, no… only I can fuck you this good.”

Your lungs burned for hair, but Eddie kept adding pressure. He smirked each time he squeezed your throat, making you whine.

“O-only you can!” His cock felt so good, sliding in and out of you, making you gasp and writhe against him.

Eddie pulled all the way out, leaving just the top of his cock inside you. You tried to grind your hips against him, but he let go of your throat to hold your hips still, keeping you in place.

“Say you’re mine,” his fingers on one hand dug into your flesh while the other cupped your jaw, forcing you to look into the mirror. “Fucking say it.”

You were a wreck, but you’ve never looked better.

“I-I’m yours!” Eddie slammed back into you, his hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace. “I’m all fucking yours!”

“That’s right,” Eddie could feel you getting closer, your cunt tightening around his cock. “You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”

“Please, please, please.”

He wrapped a hand around your body, finding your clit, and rubbing fast, harsh circles. Your body collapsed against the sink as your toes curled and thighs shook. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, fully letting go and cumming around Eddie’s cock.

You saw stars as you squeezed your eyes shut and screamed Eddie’s name at the top of your lungs.

“Yes, Eddie, yes!” You tried to stop shaking, to calm down but you couldn’t, not when Eddie didn’t stop fucking you.

“Give me one more, I know you can.” He grabbed your shoulder and pressed his chest against your back. “Can you do it? You gonna cum with me?”

You weakly nodded your head, letting Eddie do whatever he wanted to you.

He was close, his hips stuttering as he kept fucking you. His fingers never left your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, making you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“My pretty fucking girl,” Eddie gritted his teeth. “Gonna fill you up and let my cum drip down your thighs so everyone can see.”

You focused on him in the mirror. His eyes were shut, mouth opened as he groaned, and his chest flushed a bright red. “Do it, please fucking do it!”

Eddie’s hips stilled as the both of you finally came together, your cum dripping down his cock as he kept his promise, pumping you full of his cum.

“T-take it all,” Eddie opened his eyes and looked between your bodies where he could see his cock twitch, cumming inside you. “Just like that, baby.”

Deep pants quickly filled up the now quiet bathroom, neither of you able to find your voice after cumming. The two of you stayed in the same position for awhile, savoring in the blissful moment of a jealous fuck.

It wasn’t until someone was banging on the bathroom door that Eddie finally pulled out of you, both of you wincing from the sensation.

You still had a tight grip on the sink, not trusting your wobbly legs to hold you up. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Behind you, Eddie was pulling up his pants, a smirk plastered on his face. “What can I say? I always know how to make you feel good.”

You quickly flipped him off before finally getting dressed yourself. Your panties were nowhere to be found, but you just shrugged it off, someone would find them later. Only then did you remember that your shirt was ripped down the middle. “I need your shirt.”

“Why?”

“Unless you want everyone to see my tits-“

Eddie tossed you his shirt, his jaw clenched just from the thought of someone seeing you in such an intimate way. “Put it on.”

You opened the bathroom door after getting dressed, noticing all the people staring at you. “Do you think they heard?”

Eddie found your panties under the sink, shoving them in his back pocket, making sure it was noticeable that he had them. “With the way you scream for my cock? They definitely heard.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #eddie musnon fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic

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callmelyc · 4 months

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Twitter loves hockey Keith soooo

Au where Lance is dating the captain of Keiths hockey team so he's around a lot

He'll bring snacks, be at any hangouts, help host cookouts and celebrations when they win games. He's the teams biggest fan with the biggest heart and most fiery passion.

Lance has been around for years now, he's a team staple. Even the press knows who Lance is, their fans, their families.

So it's only fair that the entire team loves having Lance around even if Keith was initially reluctant....

Here's the thing. Keith likes lance alot actually, probably too much. He isn't blind to Lances beauty or how kind the man is or how smart, funny, ever so slightly annoying he is.

But he also isn't blind to the annoyed sighs their captain gives when lance texts him sometimes. He isn't blind to how little free time Lance has because the captain always wants lance around as a little trophy bf.

So when lance excitedly announced to everyone he's going on a half year, once in a lifetime, research trip stationed at sea? The first person Keith looks at is their captain.

The man has his press face on. It's thoroughly painted with fake joy for Lance and the news he'd be out of his sight for a long period.

It irks Keith enough that he asks Lance genuine questions about his trip he was clearly so excited for. The other team members follow suit best they can since most don't fully understand what exactly it is Lance does.

And look, Keith knows Lance isn't stupid. He knows Lance can see his long-term boyfriends distaste at the idea. He still finds himself worrying about the man when he sees them leave together, a clearly purposeful space between them as they go.

On the day Lance leaves he finds out the couple had had an argument about the entire thing that day Lance told them about it. Against his wishes Keith feels his blood boil on Lances behalf. It's that moment Keith decides. When Lance gets back he could use a genuine friend on his side of the ice and Keith is gonna make sure that's him.

So when Lance returns a week early after many long months away Keith jumps at the opportunity to help him.

Lance,like the sweet saint he is, said he'd wanted to surprise his bf so he hadn't told the captain he was back yet. Though Keith is bitter at the thought of the two reuniting he tells Lance they have a big team party tonight to celebrate their path into finals. He also tells Lance he can help sneak him right up to the captain.

Lance is understandably excited. The entire way there he's telling Keith how thrilled the captain will be since he'd never wanted Lance to go to begin with.

Despite it all Keith can't help but smile at Lances excitement. They're close to the back halls by then so Keith tells Lance to stick close and follow his lead.

Which he does.

Which he also regrets.

There's no romantic welcome home or happy surprise waiting for Lance. Instead, Keith leads him right up to the captain that's actively cheating on him with a woman in public.

Keith sneaks Lance right back out after he takes photos for evidence in what Keith can only assume is for a future fight. He takes a horribly silent Lance right back to the couples shared apartment. He guards the door as Lance packs and goes through their security system only finding more evidence of & confirmation of the cheating.

Keith escorts Lance to a trusted friends place and listens as Lance breaks down into sobs behind the front door as he leaves.

Their team doesn't see Lance again for a long time after that.

Their press team fought to keep the cheating scandal under wraps, claimed the breakup was due to mutual decisions. But Keith knows, the team knows.

They no longer trust their captain.

And as things continue through a rough patch of plays it turns out the cheating wasn't the only thing the man had lied about. Gambling, things that could be considered sabotage, outright lying to all their faces. Word was kept under lock and key least they be disqualified and have all their reputations destroyed. They had one final game to play.

So they do.

Winning doesn't feel the same without Lance watching the ice they skate on. It doesn't feel the same without his loud cheers and insistence on celebrating afterwards.

The only one happy with it is their captain who sits gleefully at the bar with his newest girl.

The rest of the team doesn't know how to feel. It doesn't feel like a win at all.

~•~

The next time Keith sees Lance is during his standard practice between seasons. He's alone on the ice today and is surprised to see those blue eyes looking at him through the glass.

Keith comes to a stop right Infront of him.

"Can I talk to you?" Lance blurts before Keith can even say a word.

Lance doesn't know this yet, but Keith could never deny him anything "yeah sure, I was done anyways"

He finds Lance waiting patiently in the locker room once he's done putting everything away.

"What's up?" He asks, watching lance look at him in question "You haven't been around. So I guess you have a good reason to be here now."

"I was looking for you actually."

"Me?"

"Yeah, I never got to thank you with all that happened....it-" Lance pauses looking down at his hands "it meant a lot to have a friend like you in the moment. I'm sorry for cutting contact."

Keith sits next to him bumping his shoulder playfully "you don't have to apologize for that, I get it. We all do."

"All....?"

"Yeah. The rest of the team, we all miss you but we get it."

Lance looks at Keith like he's surprised to hear such a thing "really?"

"of course? Lance- you do realize how often we hung out right? We all consider you a close friend and we were all furious with the captain for what he did to you."

"I-" Lance finally smiles, small but none the less genuine "and here I thought I'd be unwelcome."

Keith stands, holding out his hand to pull him up "your never unwelcomed Lance, not here, not around me. Why don't we grab some lunch and you can tell me about that trip you went on."

He pretends he doesn't see the tears filling Lances eyes as the man takes his hand and instead Keith focused on the joy radiating off him in waves

For the first time in almost a year Keith finally feels like he's feeling the sun again.

~•~

Keith sits through days and multiple lunch and dinner tales of Lances incredible research trip. It's thrilling to watch the man's eyes glitter in genuine happiness as he does so.

Keith realizes he's the first to genuinely ask after these details since everyone else simply wanted him distracted from the cheating fiasco. So Keith soaks up every detail, every stray insignificant video and piece of data lance is willing to give.

He's so greedy with it Lance laughs, thrilled someone was willing to finally listen. He actually sends Keith the initial drafts for the research (the non nda ones) along with the short writings that followed.

Keith is blown away by how hard Lance had worked. He's so incredibly proud of him, so thoroughly impressed by his intelligence and made Lance promise he'd send the published pieces once they're publicly available.

In return Lance starts attending Keith's hockey practices.

It starts with any that the ex isn't there and eventually spirals to any at all as the season grows nearer.

Lance diligently sits in the stands watching and critiquing the plays just how he used to if with a little more care.

The guys are thrilled to see Lance around again even if he's still reluctant to hang in the locker rooms and after.

Their captain ignores him in full and Lance does the same in return.

Once the games pick back up Lance slowly becomes Keith's personal cheerleader from the stands. It never fails to send a sharp spike of adrenaline through Keiths spine when he hears lance scream his name in support.

He roots for the entire team, minus one man, of course. But the team notes with amusement how Keith seems to be his favorite now.

And, well....Keith can't help but smile at that.

Lance is seen around almost all the time again with his focus mostly on Keith and Keith is smug the more it infuriates their captain as time passes.

He's enraged his ex is around again, he's enraged Lance had taken interest in someone else, he's enraged that that someone isn't him.

What the man doesn't know is Lance and Keith see way more of eachother that anyone knows.

Their captain doesn't know how Lance sometimes spends the night as his place and vice versa. How Lance text him everyday now and how Keith doesn't find it one bit annoying like he had.

He doesn't know how hard they'd fallen for eachother.

And when Keith wins their final game of the season he publicly dedicated it to Lance in their interviews afterwards.

Everyone but their captain follows in his steps saying that Lances support has been monumental to their moral as a team.

And Keith knows he's truly won when Lance pushes through the crowd and gives him a big kiss the moment he reaches him.

Lance smiles into that kiss with all the joy a ray of sunshine can provide and Keith makes sure to smile back just as big.

They go on their very first date the next day.

#voltron #lance vld #vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #keith x lance #keith voltron

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriends dad!andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, slight breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex (well readers on the pill), you fucking use protection in real life

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — please I hate this, I wanted to make a hot boyfriends dad!Andy fic where i cab make more parts and add characters and they have a gangbang and now look what came the fuck out. like, reblog and comment if you like!

A hand was clamped over your mouth to keep your moans from escaping as his hips thrusted inside you. Moving your body and causing that desk under you to shake.

Light creaks could be heard from the maple wood. The sound made you feel anxious that your boyfriend could hear the sins you did with his father. As if Andy could feel what went through your body his hand let go of your mouth and grazed your cheek.

"shh darling, don't worry he won't hear a thing. He's too busy playing that video game," his words were meant to smooth you.

However, knowing how Jake played his video game. First it all went normal, then he shouted into the headset, then got angry and then threw the headset on the ground.

In one of the last moments he could hear you.

"Andy what if he's searching for me after ending the game? What if he lost, got angry, stopped and put the headset away?"

"Darling I'm balls deep in you and while I enjoy the thought of getting caught, I'd appreciate if you stop talking about my son." your cheeks heated up and you were about to apologise when Andy thrusted full force inside you.

A high pitched moan flied your mouth, but in the last second Andy stuffed his fingers into your mouth.

"Just can't keep quite can you little girl?" Andy murmured against your ear. He loved the noises you made but it was dangerous when his son was in the house.

His hand pressed sharp circles on your clit. You could burning pleasure flood the pit of your lower stomache.

Andy felt you tighten your walls around his cock, he retrieved his fingers from your mouth. "you're gonna cum baby? Cum for your daddy like he asked you."

The wave of pleasure consumed you, stars forming in front of your eyes. Andy always had a way with words.

"Now, baby...mouth or pussy?" Andy asked as he slowed his movements, "pussy please...." With a smirk Andy picked up his movements. Knowing it was wrong to get off on the thought of seeing your round and swollen with his baby he couldn't help himself.

With a held back grunt Andy released his white seed inside you. "going to look so beautiful round and swollen with my baby."

"Yes, please fuck a baby into me daddy." You were going to kill him someday with this filthy mouth.

Andy came to a stop, his hands rested on either side next to your head. Supporting his weight above you, his lips capturing yours in bruising kiss. Your hands cradled his face keeping him close. His tongue darted between your lips, your tongues fought over dominance. You knew Andy would always win, he made you weak in so many ways.

A knock interrupted the intimate moment followed by Jake's voice cutting through. "Dad? Have you seen y/n, she said she would go to the kitchen but I checked there and she wasn't in."

You let go of Andy, eyes growing wide. The feeling of pleasure left and was replaced with panic.

"She went out to buy a few grocery, should be back soon!" Jake accepted Andy’s answer and went back to his video game.

Andy turned his face to you, instantly he wrapped his arms around you to help you calm down. "He almost caught us! Oh my god, how can you be so calm Andy?" You went to get of the desk but realised Andy’s dick was still in your cunt.

Without hesitation he pulled out knowing it would be better and help calming your nerves.

"Hey, hey its okay. Jake thinks you're not here...we're gonna take a bath now and then I will make up a lie about going to a friend while we're actually getting groceries!"

You looked at him, asking yourself if he was serious. This could have all been avoided. Yes you shouldn't have gotten involved with your boyfriend's dad but that man was sex on legs.

#andy barber imagine #andy barber x reader #andy barber #andy barber smut #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fic #andy barber fluff #andy barber one shot #my husband andy barber🫂💍

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thatrandomwriter · 1 year

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Alibi

Stu Macher x Reader

warnings: cursing, making out, suggestive language

summary: Stu visits reader after the deaths of Casey and Steve so that, unbeknownst to her she can be his alibi. ((in this story, Stu is not dating Tatum))

I flipped off the bathroom light after brushing my teeth, sending the house into darkness, the only light coming from the crack under my bedroom door. Once inside, I shut the door behind me, moving to flop down onto my bed, more than ready to curl up with a book before going to sleep. But I never made it that far.

Arms grabbed me from behind - someone had sprung from my closet. I struggled, doing my best to wriggle free, but to no avail. Whoever it was was strong; they had me pinned tightly against their chest, despite my squirming. It was only when they let out a laugh that I realised that I knew exactly who the perpetrator was.

“Fuck me, Stu,” My hand was clutched over my chest as I fought to catch my breath, adrenaline still surging through me. In my panic, I had somehow failed to immediately recognise that it was my idiot boyfriend’s idea of a joke.

“Gladly,” he was still laughing, arms not leaving my body as he yanked me onto the bed, flipping me so that we were face to face.

“The fuck was that for?” I demanded. He was grinning down at me, the intensity of his gaze making my face feel hot.

“Thought it would be fun - I was right, you’re sexy when you’re scared,” he licked his lips. I felt like a deer caught in headlights - or in front of a hunting rifle. Prey, that he had caught, and was now deciding what to do with.

“You’re such an ass,” I replied, covering my vulnerability with an insult. It only made him grin wider as he leaned towards me, face centimetres away from mine before he stopped. His nose dipped further to brush mine. He was waiting for me to abandon my annoyance and kiss him, tempting me with soft lips that hovered just above mine. Normally, Stu did not possess the patience to be a tease. As soon as he got the chance, he was all over me, hands never leaving my body, kissing every inch that he could reach. My breath hitched as I thought about it, and I knew that this stand-off would not last long.

“Come on, baby, don’t be mad at me,” his voice was pleading, he almost whined, “I was just playing a game with you, I wanted to make you jump, is all,”

He couldn’t resist making the first move entirely, planting an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. It sent tingles through my body. He was winning and we both knew it - I couldn’t even pretend to stay mad at him for much longer.

“Do you promise you aren’t gonna do it again?” I at least had to put on a show of disapproval before caving in.

“I’ll cross my heart and hope to die, if that’s what it takes. Or scouts honour. Or pinkie swear!” He shifted his weight to lean only on one arm, grabbing my hand with his free one to link our pinkies, “I hereby swear never to scare you again,” he kissed my hand, locking in the promise.

“I guess that’ll do,” I said, allowing myself to smile at him. It was sweet, even if he was joking. He opened his mouth to reply, but I didn’t let him speak, leaning up to close the distance between us with a kiss. He hummed in delight, kissing me back deeply, tongue sliding against my bottom lip in a way that made me gasp. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, grazing it against my own. I reached up to grip his short hair in my hand, tugging on it in the way I knew he liked, communicating to him exactly how good he was making me feel. My legs hooked around his waist, pulling his body flush against mine, so that I could feel every inch of him pressing against me, his clothes and my thin pyjamas the only barrier between us.

“You feel so good, baby,” Stu groaned, right next to my ear. He kissed his way down to the base of my neck, where his teeth found traction, biting down hard and pulling soft skin between them. I inhaled sharply, my body unsure whether to wince or to moan. He bit down harder, and I let out a yelp.

“Careful - my parents are gonna hear us,” I said. Stu grinned, entirely unbothered by the notion.

“Maybe you should try and be a bit quieter then, sweetheart. Cuz you know I can’t help myself, not when I know you’ll make noises like that,” He nipped at my neck again, as if to prove his point, slightly gentler this time. I knew that a bruise would bloom there tomorrow. It would likely be dark enough for my skills at using concealer to be bested, even though I had a lot of practise with Stu around. I wouldn’t have been surprised if that was his goal, marking me in a way that was sure to be seen by everybody. As if the fact that we were glued at the hip was not sign enough that we belonged to each-other.

“Just try and be careful, please?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically as if this was a great personal inconvenience. “Fine, but only if you come over to mine this Saturday - my parents are out again, so we’ll be nice and alone, and you can make as much noise as you need to,” He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated, suggestive manner at me, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You have a deal,” I said.

“Yes!” He replied, triumphant. I was sure that, had he not been suspending his weight above me with his arms, he would have pumped his fist in the air. Probably more than once. He was still grinning as he leant back down to resume kissing me. I reached up a hand to cup his face, feeling the dimple of his cheek and the line of his jaw as his lips slid against mine in lingering kisses that made me desperate for more. I caught my hand in his sweater, making a fist in the fabric as one of his hands traced a line from my chest to my waist, before settling on the small of my back to press my torso against his, pulling us somehow closer together, our bodies aligned. He was warm, and I could smell his soap, fresh and aromatic. My sheets still smelt like him from his previous visit. Our tongues met as we kissed, making him shudder against me. I was breathless when he pulled away to kiss along my jaw, chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn’t take the separation, directing his face back to mine so that I could kiss him again and again and again.

Fun as this surprise visit was, Saturday could not come soon enough.

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Sex Wrestling with Sub Shigaraki

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The habit first started when Kurogiri interupted one of your sex sessions.

He insisted that you two had too much of it, and that the time you both spent pleasuring each other would be much better spent training. You were annoyed at first, but you had to admit, Shigaraki had a good way of finding middle ground.

Every night available, you two would gather on an old wrestling mat in his room and try to pin eachother down and pleasure them. Whether with your mouth or fingers, the goal is to make your opponent cum first. The winner dominated and humiliated the other in the rough sex that followed.

You were currently pinned under Shigarakis strong arms, thighs pressed against your stomach with one hand while the other fingered you deeply. His dry fingers massaged and rubbed your sensitive walls as you wailed out in pleasure, shaking limbs finding no reprieve in his strong hold.

He cackled as you moaned out, bending down just enough for the tip of his tongue to tickle your clit. It was too much. He was superhuman when it came to pleasuring you, worming his tongue and fingers through your tight defenses and into the soft, hidden g-spots inside you didn’t even know existed. He was good. Too good.

“Looks like I’m gonna win y/n” he boasted, arms flexing with your derperate attempts to rip them off of you. It was no use, he was stronger than you and you knew it, no matter how much you writhed and squirmed. You felt your climax approaching and you wailed out. You couldn’t let him win. Not when you just got a new strap-on just for him. No, that ass is going to be filled tonight, you’re sure of it. You can do this.

While he was preoccupied, one leg freed itself from his hold, lowering down his chest until your toes felt across his flush red tip. His cock bounced in surprise, him letting out a choked gasp as your toes danced along his tip. He twitched and throbbed but you managed to stay on his cock, your foot making its way down his shaft as he whined.

“Wait… no… stop!” He pleaded, his eyes burning with desperation as his fingers moved faster, harder, bludgeoning themselves against your walls.

“C’mon Tomura, I know you’re aching for me. I know you want me to fill your desperate, greedy little hole and make you cry out.”

He moaned out at the thoughts being forcefully planted in his mind, beginning to panic a little as you turned the tables. He worked even harder, determined to finish this.

You squealed, legs shaking and eyes crossing but you wouldn’t give up. You kept moving your foot along his dick until you saw his eyebrows scrunch together in pleasure.

You kept giving him dirty talk too, knowing he couldn’t handle it when you told him all the things you wanted to do. His hips buckled with every suggestive purr, a sight that gave you hope as you pushed your foot against him more firmly.

You were both embarrassingly close, but just as you were about to give in, you used your finishing move. You slammed your foot down, your heel crushing his balls into the mat as he screamed out in pleasure filled agony. White ropes of victory spilled out over you as you finally allowed yourself to let go over his fingers. A cacophony of wails and moans left both of your mouths, the pleasure exploding inside you both and sending electricity wracking through your bodies. Then, as quickly as it came, it ended. You both finally fell back against the cushions, submerged in satisfied exhaustion.

He panted heavily, arm rising to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he fought to catch his breath. “Damn….. it…”

You chuckled, finally finding the strength to crawl back over to him, climbing onto his chest and resting your hand over his neck. His eyes gleamed as your fingers squeezed against his windpipes, a choked whimper leaving his pleased smirk. You chuckled.

“You lose, baby boy. Time to get punished~”

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pupkashi · 1 year

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arcades

arcades are scams, he knows, but dammit gojo will win you that prize

a/n: hi hi !! inspired after an arcade date so here u guys go !! let me know what u all think and any requests u have :3

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Your eyes lit up as you took in all the arcade games around you, smiling as you saw the amount of Mario kart, dance games, and so many others. Your eyes jumped from game to game, realizing that the further part of the arcade was purely a maze of claw games.

“where’d ya wanna go first angel face?” gojo asked, holding your hand and guiding you through the arcade.

“claw games?” you smiled, gojo nodded, he would never deny you anything even if he should.

“let’s fill up our card with points first, sweets” he spoke, letting go of your hand as he grabbed his wallet, heading to the kiosk and swiping his game card.

“how much should we put in?” you asked, looking at the prices, “like $50? seems good right?” gojo would usually agree with you, seeing as though you hated when he spent too much money, but not today.

Without hesitation he pressed the most expensive option, filling up the card with a hefty 777 points, tapping his phone against the reader before you could argue.

“toru!” you whisper yelled, swatting his arm as he giggled at you, grabbing your wrist and smoothly intertwining your fingers.

“let’s go play some games shall we?” He wiggled his brows and you fought your smile, rolling your eyes and heading to the claw games together.

Gojo didn’t pay much attention to the prizes, too busy smiling at how pretty you looked with colorful lights flashing against your skin, lighting up your eyes. God, you were so beautiful. He didn’t bother hiding the fact that his eyes were practically hearts, cheeks pink as you dragged him down the aisles of games.

“this one’s cute! let’s try it” you smiled up at him, taking the card from his hands and swiping it, aligning the claw before pressing down. The plush just barely slipped out of grasp, causing you to groan.

“you gotta like, double tap it,” he explained, taking the card and swiping it. He aligned the claw with the plush, pressing to drop the claw and then pressing just as it surrounded the plush, causing the claw to firmly grasp the plush, easily carrying it to the opening and dropping it.

“oh my god!” You exclaimed, bending down and grabbing the plushy, holding it up in the air.

Gojo grinned, petting the plushy before deciding he was gonna win you every single prize you wanted tonight.

“you’re so good!” You smiled, adoring the small cat plush in your arms.

“I’ll win ya anything you want angel” he smiled, loving the way you held onto his arm as the two of you walked.

“let’s try this one!” gojo stared at the overly round dark brown platypus plush. This would be tough.

He swiped the card quickly, getting to work, only for the plush to just barely slip out of the claws grasp. Gojo groaned, trying once more and failing.

“watch this” you smirked, handing the cat plush to your boyfriend and stretching, gojo just rolled his eyes and smiled.

On your very first try, the platypus was on its way to your arms, landing softly into the opening. You smiled widely, jumping as you held the plushy up the gojos face.

“I’m so good!” You cheered, gojo jumped in excitement with you, cuddling the plush as you moved onto the next game.

You stared at the fuzzy hello Kitty, pointing at it and looking at gojo, “i need it,” you stated. Gojo smiled, swiping the card confidently.

By the fourth try you had tried to pry gojo from the machine, but the 6’3 sorcerer was not budging until the small hello kitty plush was in your arms, and you were jumping with joy.

The plush just barely slipped out of the claw again, “fucks sake!” He grumbled, swiping the card immediately and aligning it again.

“sweets we can go get a different one” you laughed, admiring how concentrated your lover looked. His eyes were furrowed, tongue just barely sticking out from his glossy lips, the shades on barely balancing on the bridge of his nose and his snowy bangs falling across his forehead.

While you were busy falling deeper in love, gojo pulled you out of your daydream with a loud cheer, smiling widely at you and bending over ungracefully, shoving the fuzzy plush in your face.

“thank you toru” you giggled, adding the plush to the ones already in your arms, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “you’re so talented.”

The compliment made him blush, his grin growing wider. He followed you to the next game, watching as the flashing colorful lights painted your skin, your eyes narrowed as you tried to get the otter within grasp.

If gojo was stubborn, there was no word to describe you. Who after the 7th attempt and failure snatched the card out of gojo’s hand and swiped it again, a slightly adorable crazed look in your eye as you mumbled to yourself to adjust the claw for the fuzzy otter.

“sweets, i don’t even want it that badly” he began, you turned to look at him after yet another failure, the machine making a small sad noise as the plush fell back into the pile.

“that badly? so you do want it?” You pushed, swiping the card again and adjusting your position to try again. Gojo smiled at you, he could very easily pull you away, but your determination held him back. He watched you with his hands in his pockets, a small smirk on his lips as you continued.

After a couple more rounds both you and gojo yelled in triumph, high fiving each other before you proudly presented the soft otter to your lover.

“for you, baby girl” you teased, gojo hugged the plush, closing his eyes and sighing dreamily.

“thanks so much babe” he replied, voice a higher pitch than usual.

The two of you made your rounds down the aisle, hyper fixating on certain items the other had said were cute.

It was probably your 12th attempt at the round cat plush holding a fish when you realized you had no credits left. You pouted, grabbing the card and sighing.

“what’s wrong, sweets?” Gojo asked, as the two of you walked away from the machine.

“out of credits, gonna go out some more in” you spoke, gojo looked at you in disbelief. Who did you think he was?

“you are not spending a single cent” he spoke sternly, stopping you in your tracks. “I, however, will spend whatever necessary to win every single thing you want.”

“I can't allow myself to stand here and watch you spend another hundred dollars on points,” you began, “no toru.”

“you can’t stop me,” he quipped.

“okay, can’t say i didn’t try” you replied, barely fighting as you wanted so badly to win your lover another prize.

The next hour or so passed quickly, and the two of you were beginning to grow exhausted, and you began to fear for gojos wallet by the third recharge.

“I’m getting tired, you ready to go?” You asked, watching as he managed to win the colorful bunny plushie you asked for. Gojo looked over at you, barely visible over the mountain of plushies you held in your arms.

He bent over and grabbed the bunny plush, along with the other five he had set in the floor.

“let’s get a bag before we head out okay?” He spoke, you nodded, following him as he asked for a bag, the cashier, shooting him a smile, blushing as she held the bags out.

“thanks” gojo spoke, already turning before the cashier called out, causing him to turn around.

“here’s my number” she smiled, holding the paper out, gojo only stared blankly at her, putting the bunny into the bag, leaving one hand free to push his sunglasses up a bit.

“sorry, hands are full” he shrugged, walking away and finding you struggling to balance the 12 plushies in your arms, two of them already fallen over by your feet.

“need help sweetheart?” he smiled and you began pouring the plushies into the bag, your arms finally getting relief as you finished filling the fourth bag up and handing it to gojo.

The two of you walked out with bright smiles on your face. You snapped a quick picture of gojo holding up the bags with a giant grin on his face, setting it as your lock screen before putting your phone away.

“i learned something today” you spoke, putting the bags in by your feet as gojo turned the car on.

“what’s that?” he asked, the LED lights from the dashboard just barely outlining the shape of his nose and the jaw, his bright blue eyes still standing out.

“if i stepped foot in a casino, I’d walk out with a gambling addiction” you stated, gojo smiling as he kissed your cheek.

“I’d fund every last penny baby” he laughed, you rolled your eyes.

The two of you headed back to your shared apartment, setting all the plushies on your bed, gojo immediately cuddling the otter you had won him, laying on a macron plush you’d also won him, claiming it was as sweet as him so he had to have it.

“did you like your prizes toru?” You asked, arms wrapped firmly around the colorful bunny, your lover smiled up at you, a boyish grin that was full of love.

“course i do, ‘specially cause the best person in the world got em for me” he smiled, letting go of the otter and wrapping his arms around you, placing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then your nose. You craned your neck slightly, kissing his lips and smiling.

The two of you changed into your pajamas, gojo holding his arms out for you to cuddle into his chest. You smiled and jumped into bed, grabbing the bunny plush and hugging it while resting your head on gojo’s chest.

“i had so much fun today” gojo mumbled, kissing the top of your head and running his fingertips gently up and down your arms.

“I did too, thank you for everything” gojo smiled, watching as you wiggled a bit to reach his face and peppering kisses everywhere.

“now let’s go to sleep before the reality of how much you spent dawns on me.”

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