#first time using a strap and hes a fucking champ with it . fucked me so good . fell asleep w his dick in me

[genderwizard]

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#i can only post so much about fucking this guy and retain my dignity . but dignity is for chumps anyways. #he's sooo cute and his stubble is so scratchy and his hands are so gentle #and i feel weird about how hot i think his inexperience is but holy fuck do i think its hot . #he'd never gotten head before . i got him off like 6 times . over the course of the night he probably got me off twice that . #first time using a strap and hes a fucking champ with it . fucked me so good . fell asleep w his dick in me #woke up throughout the night to fuck me more . best way to wake up btw . #watching him have a gender euphoria moment w a strap was so so good (almost as good as getting strapped) #and watching this sweet reserved boy who does not often consider his own pleasure blissed out and overwhelmed by it ?? fucking chefs kiss #n

[bodhrancomedy]

Guess who's on TV!

(Well, iPlayer until the 15th, that's when it airs on BBC One)

Hope Street episode 3.11, let's go!

First of all, I'd say they did me dirty with this picture, but my university ID was exponentially worse.

Onto the spoilers!

Our boy Matthew has arrived in Port Devine, looking a little concerned.

For good reason when he's suddenly confronted by this lad, Dara.

Ah, a fight which Matthew escapes by slipping out of his coat. (Pretty sure this is the take where we ripped it practically in two...)

Dara's questioned, he claims he's never met Matthew in his life. Hmm.

Police do some investigating (and some character stuff) before Dara makes his way to Matthew's mother (Louise)'s house to have a wee showdown.

They both in a gang and Matthew's stolen a gun. Dara needs to get it back...

Matthew's nay having it. "This is my way out. If they want the gun back, they have to let me go."

Another fight. The gun goes off! (Poor Pete and I were convinced after take one to put some padding on. My arm looks bulky because I'm strapped up with squishy stuff and allergic to plasters so it has to be in a sock)

Thank fuck no one was hurt. Dara gets the hell out of dodge -

Leaving Matthew to contemplate his mortality. And other people's, but mostly his own.

"Oh fuck, my bosses are gonna find me and murder me, oh shit. I'm far too young and pretty to die!"

Time for Matthew and Louise to follow Dara's example and get the fuck out of here.

The police are now on the Halbridges' trail, but they discover the phone tracking them and leave it in a field.

Meanwhile, Dara's been arrested for drug dealing. He refuses to talk, clearly nervous.

Ah, what's this on Dara's phone? So Matthew and Dara have been in a relationship for over a year now.

(The poor intimacy coordinator having to walk me through my just about second kiss in my entire life. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth... Pete is a very sweet person. Made it all funny.) ("Relax your hand, Bodh. Just relax it. Open - open your fingers, just let me position your hand.")

They're both working for the same gang. Matthew was given the gun to hold onto by their bosses' and freaked out, running away with the weapon. His plan was to trade his freedom for the gun, but Dara was sent to get it back for the Brazier Brothers, notorious drug runners and gang leaders.

These guys.

Unfortunately, now Dara's had to tell the Brazier Brothers that Matthew is refusing. They're going to kill Matthew and then Dara. Oh no.

But Dara has an idea where they might be hiding.

At the caravan there's a standoff between the police and Halbridges. But when the Braizer Brothers are arrested, they're convinced to come out.

(Side note, my favourite picture of me, ever.)

Oh no, the Halbridges are going to jail and Matthew's regretting his life choices.

Matthew walked off to his new life inside a jail cell.

The end.

(This is where Niall Wright accidently sublexed my shoulder. To be fair to the man, I'd never mentioned it and he took his finger sliding in-between bone like a champ)

Look, it's me!! I was on TV! Bit sad they cut pretty much all the uses of SSE (weren't allowed BSL because we still had to speak the lines), but I got to be queer and Deaf so that's pretty nice.

#deaf #queer #funny #actor #hope street #hope street bbc #long post #spoilers

[juneknight]

A Rock and a Hard Place

kink: double penetration

about this: marc/f!reader/layla. Also includes: strap-ons, anal sex.

*

You feel her every breath where you lay plastered on top of her, your breasts pressed flush against each other. Sometimes she guides your head back and kisses you, sipping deep from your mouth, her hips growing restless. Every shift, every give-and-take also shifts the dildo deep inside your pussy, pressing its warm, smooth surface against the most tender spots of your walls. Marc and Layla had both taken turns fucking you until you were nearly raw, nerves overstimulated and oversensitive. 

“How’s she doing?” Layla murmurs—not to you, but to Marc who is between both your sets of spread legs. 

You whine as his fingers shift inside your ass, stroking the dildo through the thin wall which separates his fingers from Layla’s fake cock. 

“She’s taking it like a fucking champ,” Marc mutters.

Something about them talking about you this way—like you aren’t even here, like you are just some toy to be bent and twisted into whatever shape pleases them most—has your pussy clenching around the cock and Marc’s fingers. He has used an unnecessary amount of lube out of caution. The two of you had played with your ass before; fingers here and there, he rimmed you once, half-inadvertently during a very desperate session of oral sex. 

But never had Marc put his cock there. Not until tonight. You can feel his anticipation in the way his hands shake as they stroke over the curves of your body. Maybe it’s his upbringing or the women he’s dated in the past (except for Layla) but Marc still considers ass-play to be taboo. The first time you had mentioned it to him during sex, he had cum prematurely, face beet red where he buried it between your breasts. 

He’s been looking forward to this night for a while. And there was only really one other way to also include your lover, Layla. 

“Fuuuuck,” you whine, pussy and ass fluttering against your will around them. “So full.”

“I think she can take more, Marc,” Layla says, stroking her hands along your naked back. She laughs a little at the panicked, desperate sound you make in response to her words. With you, Layla was either so tender and soft or downright evil, pushing your boundaries almost to the brink of what you could handle. She loved to kiss and lick the tears from your cheeks. 

“I can’t give her another finger,” Marc mutters. “I’ll split her in half. Think she can take my cock though.”

“I can,” you slur, head fuzzy with desire. It feels hard to think, smoke disguising your thoughts in the burning building of your mind. “Lemme have it, Marc, please—want your cock in my ass—“

It is Marc’s turn to groan. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the bedspread, reaching for fresh lube to slick along his aching cock. Beneath you, Layla ruts her hips upwards once, twice, thrice, loving the little punched out sounds you make, like her cock is fucking the breath right out of you. 

When Marc’s head notches at your loose entrance, there is a moment of panic. It feels too big. Your limbs spasm, arms reaching frantically around Layla, looking for purchase and comfort. She hugs you tightly to her breasts, hushing you gently. With slow, rhythmic movements, she begins to work her hips up into your own, not so much fucking you as she is grinding her cock in you. 

The pleasure has you groaning, relaxing, and Marc’s head slips in without more than a slight push. Both your breaths catch. 

“Oh fuck,” Marc pants, hands gripping your hips to the point of pain. “Oh fuck me, you’re still so tight.”

You don’t breathe. You don’t move. You can’t speak. You can’t even see, your eyes open an sightless as everything narrows down to the two cocks inside you. Marc works his hips into you with soft, slow drags of his cock, and by the time his hips rest again you, you feel full to bursting. You do burst—into tears, sweet and salty that Layla wipes from your cheeks, cooing. 

“Am I hurting you?” Marc chokes out. “Fuck. I’m hurting her. I’m pulling out—” 

“You aren’t hurting her. It’s just a lot, isn’t it baby?” 

You nod frantically. You have never felt this full, this stretched thin, this splayed-open and spread-out. 

“Are you sure?” Marc asks, voice nearly a whine. “I wanna move, honey. Let me move, please.” 

They begin a slow give-and-take, two different rhythms. Layla gives those gentle rocking thrusts up into the cradle of your hips, her hands massaging your hips as she peppers kisses over the crown of your head. Marc works himself in and out of you with more intensity, single-minded purposefulness. 

“Are you going to cum on our cocks?” Layla wonders.

Marc snorts. “She can’t—she needs more than this.” 

“There is nothing more than this,” Layla laughs. “She can do it. She’s our good girl. Clench down on us, baby. Squeeze our cocks.” 

Exhausted, you do as she asks without thought, and the sensation pulls a ragged shout from your throat. Clenching down around them just seems to stimulate you more, to emphasize how full you are. It is so good, so intense that it almost hurts—and you want to do it again and again. So you begin your own rhythm, clenching your cunt and your ass as tightly as you can around them until your overworked muscles relax. Every time you tighten around them, Marc makes a sound like he’s dying. He won’t last—you never expected him to. What you also don’t expect is the feeling rising up deep in your belly, the sweetest ache, sharpening like a burner being turned on high, something inside you coming to boil. 

“Come on,” Layla whispers in your ear. “Drive him crazy.

With the timing, maybe she thinks that it was her command which pushed you over the edge—but that’s hardly true. You couldn’t have held it in for a single more moment if you tried. The ache in your belly bursts, both your holes fluttering around them. You clench so tightly that Marc feels like he can barely withdraw. He pushes in, instead, to the root, and lets your ass milk him until he finds his own pleasure bursting sweetly, filling you with his warm seed.

Minutes later, you lay pressed between them, both your holes aching, your body exhausted and eyelids drooping. 

Marc kisses the nape of your neck. “Fuck, we have to do that again. Holy shit. You were perfect, baby.” 

“I was?” you ask, throat raw, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Perfect,” Layla agrees. Both of them lean in and kiss your cheeks, and you let your eyes close in utter contentment.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly

[j6piter]

In Control

warning — pegging with a schlong strap, subby eren, slight mommy kink, dominant black fem! reader, & mild roughness/choking.

guapo's speaking — i barely see eren getting pegged in here so i hadda take he chance 🤷🏾‍♂️

‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

eren watched you take off your panties and put on the strap so you belt that around your waist as eren was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hands flat out on the sheets and his body leaned back taking in the view of you putting on the strap. "y'know this is my first time doing this so it might feel weird."

eren pressed his lips together and shifted in his bed a bit seeing how long & thick the silicone dick was. "i know but with you, i'm sure it can be less weird since you do know i'm into that dominating shit you do." eren's eyes sparkled as you swallowed hard feeling your cheeks warming up, eren bit his lip softly.

"okay then...." you walked up to him and choke him up as a gasp escape out of his lips and him smirking. "...you ready to be fucked like a bitch boy you are?" eren had tingles that went straight to his dick and he licked his lips then hummed slightly that sounded like hitched moan.

he sucked in his air. "yeah and make sure i end up being fucked good." eren's tongue curved up, covering up his front teeth with a smirk deviously as you twisted your my lip. "you got it, eren." you leaned forward and gave him a peck kiss that your lips and his left a smooch sound afterwards, you kissed his cheek then push him forward onto the bed with him all laid out.

"starting off aggressive... that's sexy." you playfully rolled your eyes as you grabbed the lube from the end table to lube up the strap so it'll be nice and slick. eren took off his shirt and his shorts then positioned himself against the headboard with his head slightly touching it and his body laid out like a starfish. after you was done lubing up the strap, eren kept staring at you like he was invested into doing this and most guys wouldn't dare to do it.

you climbed on the bed and stood up as your hands went on his waist to flipped him around so his bubbly ass was in front of you. eren arched a bit as your mouth agaped, he looked back seeing how shocked you look. "you done this shit before?" eren chuckled that turned into a giggle. "nah, i'm pretending to be you. getting all ready to be fucked."

"uh huh... well since you're being like me..." your hand swatted against his ass cheek making him yelp. you leaned forward with your lips hovering his ear as your fingers went up to the brim of his briefs to slid them off. "...don't back down now and take it like a champ."

your hand swatted his bare ass this time and groped it making him sucking in air again that it was turning him on. "oh i'll take it like a cham- hah~" eren looked back to see your hand smacked his ass again.

"oops my hand slipped." eren's eyelid twitched then has this lopsided grin that you pulled a him right now. your hands went on his waist to make him arch more then used the cockhead of the strap to pressed against his hole having him to gripped the sheets beside him. you can feel that his hole was tight and you just know it's gonna be kinda difficult to put it in. "relax, baby~" you cooed his name as you rubbed the cockhead against his hole and eren whimpered a bit feeling the friction of the tip then his head went down a bit on the pillow.

"you ready?" you slowly start having your hand on his hip so his hole and the strap can be connected watching the strap goes slowly in, eren winced and groaned breathlessly feeling his hole getting stretched. "y-yeah." eren responsed, you can hear his voice cracking up the more you go in.

eren had this feeling going through his body that his dick was getting hard while feeling your thumb caressing his waist that everything's okay and you was taking your time. your breath was getting heavily seeing eren squirming when you stopped moving the strap. you don't have a real penis but you just know the feeling of him felt nice. your eyebrows furrowed slightly that eren being in this position was so good. "i'm going to start moving now." eren hummed and he couldn't speak as his hands were still gripping the sheets.

you slowly start thrusting seeing eren's pre-cum slicking up the strap some more, eren sink his teeth into the pillow as he felt the friction between the strap going inside of him. eren muffled a groan as his hand went down to his pelvis to his dick to give himself a stroke. his eyes closed shut as you see that eren was palming himself at the same time, you smack his hand and did it for him. "mmh~ y/n, please~"

"please what? you want me to go faster?" eren nodded his head as his eyes slowly rolled back feeling you did sped up and your hand as well. eren arched more and his toes were slowly curling up, the movement of the bed starts creaking as eren gripped the sheets feeling the cockhead hitting his g-spot. "fuck~!" eren hitched a moan and you began abusing that spot you reached, your pussy was clenching that eren was getting that much pleasure you were giving to him.

"eren~ imma start going a little rough. is that okay?" eren nodded as your head tilted to the side, your hand from his dick went up to his hair and pulled it back having him to gasp sensually. "is that fucking okay, eren?"

"y-yes, please go rougher." eren eyed at you and he had this smirk so wickedly, you let go of his hair and placed both of your hands on his hips. you sped up the pace then your hand went on his head to have his face smushed in. "hah~! hah~! fuck~ give it to me, mommy~" your fingers gripped his locs as you seen the strap fully disappeared into his hole in each thrust, you start seeing clear turning into creams as eren covered mouth letting out moans that were hiccuped and incoherent.

your hand went back to his throbbing dick and gave it a stroke at the same time. "ah~!" eren's eyes shoot open feeling all type of tingles coursing through his body that the amount of anticipation was gonna make him cum hard. "mmm~ d-dont stop~!"

"you like that, you slutty boy?" eren looked back as you seen his eyes were glossy and cheeks were flushed out rosy red. "y-yes." you kept on the same pace of the thrust as his room was filled up with his moans and the lubricious sounds coming off of him and you.

"i-i'm gonna cum." eren warned you as you kept going and eren was getting all squirmy that you didn't slow down, eren held your wrist feeling the maneuver of your hand jerking his dick off and the strap thrusting in and out of him. "cum eren, cum like a bitch you are." eren mouth agaped as his moans were hiccuping and getting high, eren gripped your wrist as you felt his dick twitching and spewed out warm ooze onto your hand, you looked down and see the strap was covered up with his cream.

"fuck~ t-that was good." eren looked back at you as your eyebrows raised up that he actually enjoyed it. you pulled out as eren groan a bit feeling the size coming out of him. "yeah it was but we ain't done yet. you got me all wet and aroused." eren's eyebrow raised up as he flipped himself around and your eyes see that his dick got hard again with him stroking himself.

"ride my dick then and don't stop until i say so." you pressed my lips as eren fluttered his half lidded eyes at you which made your face all hot and you climbing over him. you choked him again to pull his head closer. "you mean until i say so, i'm still in control y'know."

eren bit his lip and peck kissed your lips. "okay mommy~" eren send you a smooth wink as your eyes rolled that this man is so damn fine.

𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬™

#IMMA NEED MORE SUB! EREN BCSSS #black reader #aot #aot x black reader #attack on titan x black!reader #shingeki no kyojin #eren <3 #eren drabble #eren headcanons #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren x black reader smut #eren x black y/n #eren x black girl #eren x black reader #eren x black!reader #eren x black!y/n #eren yeager smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x black reader #eren yeager x black y/n #sub! eren x black! reader #sub! eren

[fueledbysano]

KINKTOBER DAY 14: “SENSORY DEPRIVATION; Gojo”

summary: You let Gojo use a special blindfold exclusive for the bed. But he mistakenly wears it to work the next day.

✧ pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

✧ contains: NSFW, detailed smut, sensory deprivation, ice play, face sitting, dom reader

✧ a/n: catching up with missed kinktober now!

F/N - friend's name

@fxshigurosbae version

To [Name] and Gojo,

happy anniversary 🖤

love, F/N

The short and sweet greeting on the card tugged your lips up in a smile, carefully pulling on the ribbon that secured the box and its lid.

But your smile soon drops once you got rid of the cover, now pulling out a lacy piece of fabric.

This couldn't be underwear though, there's just one of it. You were in complete confusion in attempt to make out what the item was.

Until you fully unfold the piece, now realizing that it has been a blindfold, exactly the same size and shaped as Gojo's. Only, this one had a lacy material with floral embroidery.

You gasp in shock and embarrassment as you recalled a conversation you had with F/N. You remembered saying something in the lines of “I just want to fuck him stupid with that damn blindfold on.” Due to him taking it off during sex, as he wanted to see and appreciate all of you clearly.

“Okayyy~ I'm ready, love!” Your husband peeks through the bathroom doorframe, hair slightly damp and lower body only covered by a thin towel that started right below his chiseled v-line.

You immediately push the box off the bed, taking the blindfold with you and patiently waited for him.

“Hi sweetheart.” Gojo was quick to sneak behind you, feeling his cool lips come in contact with your shoulder that was only covered by the spaghetti straps of your bra.

“Hi.” You greet back now pulling him closer to feel your touch.

Gojo doesn’t usually mind letting you control the pace in bed, loving how eager and excited you get when the both of you play. But sometimes you’re too rambunctious for his taste and he needs to take back the reigns from you.

Today is one of those days; and he smiles at how easily you push him down the sheets, trapping his body in between your legs.

“I have something for you...” You tease, lower lip tucked in between your teeth from anticipation. “Oh yea? Wanna show me?” Gojo's large hands slide up your back before sinfully kneading your breasts.

You finally took out the item, revealing the unique blindfold for him. “Oh? You could've just asked for the blindfold to stay on in the bed...” He teased, another hand now clasped over your neck.

“Shh...” You giggled, now placing the clothing over his eyes, pushing his hair off the way, looking his usual appearance.

He lie, bound and blindfolded, waiting for your actions.

The slow, sensual sounds playing through the nearby speakers set his whole body on edge. The buzz felt like a live wire hissing. And oh, how long you've waited for this moment.

After what felt like forever, Gojo's body sat at a near constant level of arousal in need of your touch. Every soft breeze sent a pulse through both your bodies.

You first graze your fingers over his nipples, first one, then the other. He softly whines, voice echoing in your head repeatedly.

“Keep being a good boy like this and I'll suck you off.” You demand, lips making contact with his. “You drive me fucking crazy, [Name].” He praised. “Shh, shh, what did I just say?”

You tug harder on the ties of his blindfold, tightening its hold before moving your hands over his shoulders, gently pushing him back down. He moans from the impact, before moving your hips over his growing bulge for friction.

He jerk so violently in your bonds that his body wrenches. He started to wish he could see you, but your soothing whines and sounds was all he had right now.

You remove his hands and it’s a long time before you feel anything other than the uncomfortable damp of your panties. Your skin prickled with urgency.

It was until you spot the long-forgotten bucket of ice on the nightstand along with a bottle of champagne. You quickly gaze down at Gojo who was now growing impatient, quietly taking one ice cube in your mouth and lowering your face to his.

Cold wet touches his mouth. Straight away he knew it’s ice and you part your lips letting the cold water trickle down hus throat as it melts. He didn’t realize how raw his throat was. He must have cried out much more loudly than you’d thought.

You move the ice, trailing down over his chin. Over his neck, between his chest, and down his toned stomach. You swirl it around and let the ice water pool in his belly button. He shivers, the cold feels extreme on hus already frayed nerves. You slide it back up this time over his chest, circling it on his nipples. They harden to the point it’s painful. He whimper and arch up off the bed. “[Name], please.” He cried, smiling at how only you can see and hear him like this.

You finally take the ice away and he feels the hot moist sensation of his breath on his chest. It relaxes and you moveys to the other. He sigh and right away, the ice returns, body jerking from the sudden contact.

You placed the rest of the cube on his v-line and he feels the hot, wet touch of your tongue on his abs. He moans and he sucks air into his mouth, sending a jolt right through hus body. His scruff scratches on your sensitive skin heightening your arousal.

Finally, your lips dip down to his length, taking him all once and for all. His abdominals contract and release. He start to pant and moan and fight against his bonds. His orgasm builds, and you keep working your mouth, reaching the back of your throat, bringing him right to the edge and you stop. You whine and tears actually slip from his eyes, soaking the blindfold.

You touched his stomach and Gojo feels you move between his legs. You lift your hips a little before slamming down onto his dick. With his sight dulled, it’s like he can feel every single vein, every ridge and every spot of your insides as you ride him.

Gojo was surprised that you had it in you tonight, he knew what you were capable of when dominating him like this, but tonight, he felt like having the best orgasm of his life. He starts railing into you from below, fingers digging bruises into our hips. Each thrust making your jerk in your bonds.

Your orgasm comes quickly, and so was his, tearing through you. You have barely settled when you’re hit with a second. Exhaustion starts to set in, the whole experience being amazing yet tiring. Your orgasms feel like they’re tearing you in two, while Gojo started to question if it’s possible to die from coming too hard.

You pull out and he feels the press of the mattress at either side of him, as you now hover over his mouth. He feels your wet opening over his lips, immediately taking your thighs in his strong grip and forced you to sit on his mouh. He opens his mouth and pushed his tongue inside, swirling and sucking in a a fast pace.

The taste of your arousal filled his mouth, loving every moment and taste of it. He continues his fast movements, tongue exploring every inch and folds. Until your hips stills, shaking and writhing from your second release tonight.

You pant, climbing off of Gojo before settling by his side. You finally take the blindfold off of his eyes, and he blinks, letting his eyes adjust.

You see him, hsi bright, blue, gorgeous eyes. Strong jaw covered in scruff. You smile down at him, “Hi.” You giggled.

He hum in contentment and he brings his lips to yours, kissing you slowly and deeply. You feel warmth and contentment fill you. As good as that was, you knew you had to try that blindfold out for yourself next time...

“I need to go!” It was barely six in the morning when Gojo yells, pushing the sheets off his body and hopping to the floor.

“What?” You mumbled through the pillow, still half asleep.

“I just remembered the kids asked for my help today for training.” He quickly explained, searching for his uniform in the dresser and quickly slipping them on while you comfortably fell back into slumber.

“Oh, yeah go on.” You spoke.

“See ya later. Mwa!” Once fully dressed, Gojo made sure to kiss you goodbye, taking his signature black blindfold and headed to the doors.

“Take care.” You mumble.

“Oh, there he is!” Gojo enters the room, seeing the first years enjoying some food on the table.

“Oi! Eating without me?” He remarked.

“You're late, sensei!” Itadori remarked, looking up from his bowl.

“Is it just me or Gojo sensei's blindfold looks different today?” Megumi asks Nobara.

“Oh, yeah it definitely looks different. Maybe he finally bought a new one that isn't boring.” She agreed before taking a good look at it for a moment, now that the boy pointed it out.

“Okay, feast time!” Gojo hops on the floor with them.

“What about the training?”

“Right after this, Yuuji. Let me help you finish this first!” Gojo insisted, wanted to eat anyways.

“Wow! You made this, Megumi?” Gojo smiles, looking over at the dark-haired boy.

“Uh, yes sir.” He nodded, now able to get a good look of his blindfold. It's lace, why would he– oh...

“Is there something on my face?” Gojo continued to feast on the food, noticing that Megumi still hasn't took his eyes off of him.

“Your blindfold just looks funny today, sir, that's all!” Nobara spoke for him, and Megumi immediately shot a glare in her way.

“What?” Gojo's hands reached for the piece of fabric over his eyes, immediately feeling the lacy fabric. “Oh.” He didn't just wear the sex blindfold to work, did he?

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[pinkteapotwriting]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wolfstar x reader. Where they find out the reader has a daddy kink, but she’s too shy to tell them? Also Remus and Sirius are a little older than her so she was worried that they’d assume she was only in a relationship with them due to the kink? I love your writing ♥️

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Daddy kink, pet names, super sub fem reader, slight degradation, cream pie, male and female receiving. So yeah porn with no plot enjoy

Word count : 2365

I worked really hard on this and I hope you like it darling <3

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You had always been attracted to older men. You were more likely to develop a crush on a professor rather than one of the boys in your class. It’s just how it has always been, and that’s why you were so happy with your relationship with Remus and Sirius. They were your dream partners, and although you were young, it felt like you had waited forever for people as kind, attentive, and uhhh dedicated to your pleasure. Everything about them just screamed dominance, perfectly suited to your daddy kink.

That’s why it was so frustrating you couldn’t get rid of that fear. That fear that you could scare them away. Of course they cared about you, but Remus was especially adamant that he would never want to hold you back. You adored them, loved them with all your heart. Everything with them was so incredibly satisfying, but to be able to go that extra step into submissiveness, for them to take control the way you desired them to, would make everything that much better. You didn’t want to risk losing them, and even if you didn’t, it’s hard being vulnerable in that way. Taking that first step would be hard, but you knew you would want the same from them. Even though this was somewhat embarrassing. 

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“Sirius you shouldn’t have, really you don’t have to spend money on me. What did you get anyway?”

“Don’t worry love, it’s more for my benefit than anything.”

“Remus, do you know what it is.”

“Apparently it will be better for me if I’m surprised just the same.”

Sirius handed you a small black bag, with pink tissue paper blocking the top, hindering you from peeking inside.

“Remus and I will meet you upstairs in the bed room, we’ll leave you to appreciate your gift.”

“Pads that’s weird.”

“Moony I promise you’ll appreciate it, trust me.” 

They parted from you, Sirius with a peck to the cheek, and Remus with a lingering forehead kiss. Once you heard them trudge up the stairs of Sirius’s childhood home, you peaked into the bag and raised your eyebrows at the white lace hidden inside.

More for his benefit huh?

---

“Sirius, Remus, I’m ready. Can I come in now?”

They both sat leaning against the headboard. Remus’s right arm across Sirius’s shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair absentmindedly. Sirius was absolutely giddy, so giddy in fact Remus answered for him.

“Come on in Love.”

The floral lace bra supported you in all the best ways, two little pink bows adorned where the straps and the cups met. The white thong hugged your hips, complimenting your thighs and waist. It also had one small pink bow centered in the front of the waistband. Angelic is the way Remus would describe you, while Sirius would describe you as sexy as fuck. Not quite as eloquent, but it gets the job done.

“Siri, you didn’t have to but-”

“But?”

“I feel pretty.”

“You’re much more than pretty Y/N” Remus scolded.

“Does this mean you’ll let me spoil you more often, don’t mind having a sugar daddy so much huh?”

Your face immediately fell as you contemplated the effects his words had on you. Not that you needed him to spend money on you, but the idea of being good for him, of him spoiling his perfect Y/N, Daddy’s girl,  had even more wetness pooling in between your legs. Sirius mistook it for concern though, not the combination of horniness and embarrassment that it was.

“Hey Y/N, I was just kidding, you know I love you right? You’re much more than this thing that we fuck. We want you safe, and we like getting you these things because it’s kind of fun spoiling you. I’d do it much more if you’d let me. And I’m sorry, I was just making a joke with the whole sugar daddy thing.

Remus zoned in on your thighs rubbing together at the word Daddy.

“Sirius wait, Y/N, is there something you’re not telling us?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Sirius joking about being a sugar daddy didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

He smirked as you rubbed your thighs together at the word daddy, pleased that his little test worked. Sirius seemed to be catching on too.

“You know Y/N, we’re not that much older than you. Didn’t cross my mind we’d fit into that category. 

“I don’t understand Sirius.”

“You know perfectly well what I mean. Why don’t you tell us what’s going on and maybe it’ll turn out the way you like.”

“Well…”

You could not make yourself look away from your hands; watching them fiddle around anxiously. Remus’s voice soothed you though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. We want you to feel safe and comfortable telling us anything.”

You took a deep breath.

“I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want you to think that I was in the relationship for this reason. I love you both so much and would hate to make you guys feel insecure about it. I kind of have a Daddy kink.”

Remus kept his poker face, but if you looked close enough there was a hint of a smirk there. Sirius had the biggest shit eating grin there ever was, because he knew he was going to be having the best sex of his life tonight.

Their silence terrified you.

“I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t of said anyth-”

Remus held up a hand to halt your apology, then patted his thigh.

“Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap, angel?”

A shot of pleasure went straight from your spine directly to your aching cunt. You didn’t even know how to respond. So you figured it was best to obey. You crawled up from the end of the bed and straddled his right thigh, the one that was closest to Sirius. Sirius reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged upwards so they could rubbed deliciously across your clit. Remus had to grip your hips and stop you from grinding.

“You know moony, I bought these because she’s supposed to be our innocent little Y/N. Had no idea she was so dirty. Kind of ironic isn’t it.”

“Oh totally and completely ironic. She may not be a pure as we thought, but she’s still a good girl. Isn’t that right Bunny? You like being a good girl for your Daddies.”

When you whimpered instead of answering Remus tightened his grip on your hips and started helping you grind up and down his thigh. Sirius smacked your ass, which had you jolt forward, colliding with Remus’s chest and burrowing your face in his neck.

“Answer his question pup.

“Yes, I like being good for my daddies.”

You whined when Remus halted your movements once again. He raised a questioning eyebrow which had you bite your tongue instantly. You had just said you wanted to be good for them. 

“Aw, I think our desperate baby wants to cum moony.”

“Looks like it. Do you want Siri to eat you out bunny? You want your daddy to make you cum?”

You turned to look at Sirius’s smug expression.

“Yes please, want it so bad.”

“We can tell.”

Sirius’s comment had your expression turning bashful again. He gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefingers before you could turn away though. 

“That doesn’t mean hide it. I like it when you’re openly needy for us. Makes me want to fuck you hard and satiate every little desire of yours. Now climb off Remus’s lap puppy. Gonna make you  cum on my face.” 

You were almost disappointed when he let go of your face, until you remembered what he was about to do. You all too happily turned around and wiggled in as you sat between Remus’s thighs. 

“Not like that pup, ass up for me okay? I think it’s only fair if you take care of Remus while I take care of you. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” you hesitated for a moment, confused by Remus still fully clothed. You wanted to see him. You traced the top of his pants lightly with your forefinger. 

“Daddy can I take these off?”

“Please do.”

He pulled off his shirt as you undid his belt buckle and he watched you kiss below his belly button, and lower and lower as you pulled his pants off. Once you had them halfway off Sirius pulled them the rest of the way. You rubbed his prominent bulge through and nuzzled your cheek against his thigh before pressing a kiss against his clothed dick. He laced his fingers through your hair and you would have leaned into the touch, but instead he pulled your head to make eye contact with him.

“No teasing puppy, get right down to it.”

“Sorry daddy.”

“It’s okay love.”

You pulled his cock out from his underwear and were thoroughly impressed by how hard it was considering you barely touched him. You spat onto your hand and jerked his cock for a few strokes, but not wanting to get reprimanded for teasing you licked from the base to the tip then let the head of his cock slip past your lips. That’s when Sirius quickly discarded your panties and slid underneath your parted legs. 

“So wet baby, is this all just from calling us Daddy hmm? Should have told us sooner.”

You continued to bob up and down on Remus’s cock, wanting to earn his satisfaction. Sirius licked a bold stripe across your pussy.

“Such a good girl, fuck.”

Then he properly dove in, flicking his tongue against your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

“Fuck, thinks she likes that pads. You like it when Daddy eats you out?”

You let out a muffled mm hmm against his cock, the vibrations had him throwing his head back and groaning. Sirius didn’t want to waste time talking though, his mouth and now his fingers were occupied, thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt. Bringing you that much closer to your release, while you brought Remus to his. 

“Fuck bunny, m’gonna come down your pretty little throat shit-”

He was now prodding the back of your throat, and you were completely relaxed and taking him like a champ. You felt him twitch so you pulled off just a little bit as his seed painted the inside of your mouth. He stared with lust blown eyes as you showed him your now clean tongue. He cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

“So good for me baby, such a good girl. You wanna ride Sirius? I think you’re ready now.”

Sirius placed one last gentle kiss to your clit before parting from you and allowing you to shimmy down and straddle his lap.

“Sorry pup, know that feels good but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“S’okay daddy, whatever you want.”

“Mmm, that’s right baby. Why don’t you put it in now and bounce like a good bunny? You wanna be a good bunny?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Wait.” Remus interjected.

He gripped your wrist before you could grab his dick.

“What?” Sirius sounded quite annoyed.

“Make her say it. I wanna hear her say it.”

“Well bunny, hop to it.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the pun but quickly fixed his eyes back on to you.

“Wanna, Wanna bounce on your cock daddy.”

“Like a what?”

You put your head down in embarrassment.

“Like a good bunny.”

Sirius gripped his cock, placed the tip in your entrance, and slammed up in one foul swoop. You clasped your hand over your mouth, maybe to keep some of the breath in your lungs or maybe because you didn’t want to moan so loud. You really weren’t sure. All you knew was that Sirius was going absolutely feral.

Remus moved behind you and unclasped your bra, finally freeing your boobs from their constraints. He grasped one with his left hand, while the other reached down to rub your clit.

“D-daddy, gonna cum. Can I cum?”

Remus rubbed your clit faster.

“Ask Siri love.”

“Sir, can I cum please.”

“No, Hold it.”

“But da-”

“Hold it.”

Remus was now kissing the expanse of your neck and shoulders, while rolling your nipple between his two fingers. Tears were rolling down your face at the effort it took in holding back your orgasm. All while Sirius was keeping a brutal steady pace from underneath.

“Daddy Please.”

“Go on them cum. Make a mess on my cock.”

You swear you lost your vision for a second. All the sensitivity, all of the built up pleasure finally erupted all at once and if Remus wasn’t holding you you would have collapsed. 

“Atta girl- Fuck”

You hissed in overstimulation as you felt his warmth spread and drip out of your cunt. Remus finally did let you collapse once Sirius had pulled out. 

“Alright love, lets get cleaned up.”

“I don’t think I can walk quite yet Remus.”

Sirius only smiled with a smugness that made Draco Malfoy look humble.

That stupid grin could always get you in trouble.

Especially now that he knows you have a daddy kink.

---

Bonus

The warm bath water soothed your aching muscles almost as much as Sirius scrubbing shampoo into your scalp did.

“Y/N..”

You peaked one eye open at the lanky man in front of you.

“Yes Remus?”

“So obviously Sirius and I have a daddy kink too. The funny thing is we didn’t want to tell you because we didn’t want you to think we were dating you for your age.”

“That is funny, wish one of us would of said something sooner.”

Sirius pecked your cheek.

“Me too love.”

“Besides, you two couldn’t get rid of me that easy. I kind of love you.”

“Only kind of?” Remus teased.

“Kind of love you sounded better than completely obsessed.”

“Well then,” Remus cupped both your cheeks “I kind of love you too.”

“Me too.” Sirius promised. 

The words were casual, but the tone was so intense. It reassured you that they wouldn’t be so easily scared off either.

And there were some things you had much more confidence to tell them now.

---

@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @accioweaslcy @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @side-blog-shit @agalandhermarvelobsession 

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[4dtk]

a sweet bet (jaehyun)

anon: “Hey can I request innocent school boy Jaehyun with freaky bad girl y/n smut?:)” thx for requesting anon! both jae and y/n are the same age, although are around university ages. you can take it in a way that y/n takes up the dom (altho… she’s not so mean) role in this!

fem pronouns. thank u for the challenge! i don’t write fem doms that often so this was interesting to try out :)

content warnings: a bit of fem dom, sub!jaehyun, vaginal penetration, breeding (I'll never let this damn kink go), implications of pegging/strap-on, praise, like one mention of "brat"

NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI!

“aw, aren’t you such a darling?” you cooed, backing jaehyun up against the door of the classroom as his head covers most of the window on the door. you peak just over his locks to look at the dwindling number of students, most of them heading to class.

“(y/n)-ssi, i-i don’t think we should be doing this-“ jaehyun gasps when you invade his space, nose an inch from the other as his eyes struggle to focus on something.

“so now you’re backing down?” you tilt your head, challenging him. “not when your friends were betting on whether you could even get within a metre of me?”

“y’know… i don’t mind being used for bets or anything, but when someone accepts it like a champ, i expect them to carry it out like one.”

jaehyun sucks in a breath when your arm snakes around his waist, pulling his hips off the comfort of the door. you can tell he’s enjoying it even if his words say otherwise, hips pushing up to get any form of friction for his growing erection.

“proximity wasn’t your bet, right? you just wanted a piece of this pussy, huh?” jaehyun reacts strongly to your use of such a lewd word, swallowing on nothing and making the mistake of dropping his eyes to your lower half.

he timidly nods, breaths coming out short that all he can focus on is your body heat and the words of his friends resonating in his mind. he was happy to take a chance with the popular chick he shared the english literature major with, already envisioning good money that one of his richer friends promised.

why’d they pick you of all people? he wondered why he even said yes when you so clearly had no problem pinning him down. at least the other chick would take her time and beg to be fucked, presenting him with no problem since he’s had a bit of… knowledge from porn.

now, all jaehyun could compare himself to was prey caught in an unfortunate position by its predator. hell, forget about fucking anyone dumb, if anything, he was the one at your mercy.

“you want this, jeong jaehyun?” you ask nonchalantly, eyes already filled with lust at how easily he obeyed to your movements. a widen of his eyes, a bite of his underlip and a curt nod.

you smiled, “good.”

the next minutes were blurry, clouded by hot breaths and wandering hands. your lips moved against jaehyun’s like a sin, tongue slipping into the others’ mouth while he deepens the kiss as much as he can. you can feel his dick on your thighs; he’s rutting against it like a bitch, hesitant hands travelling over your body as it settles over your breasts.

“you’re a good boy, aren’t you? you don’t need to ask for permission.”

with your arms, you’re flipping the two of you over so you’re concealed from the prying eyes of curious students while jaehyun adapts to the new position. he wastes no time to draw your shirt up and bra down, latching his mouth onto your nipples and swirls them around his tongue.

you hum, palming his hardening cock that has his efforts interrupted by the needy moans he lets out. you struggle to hold your own too, his tongue sucking effortlessly while bucking into your hand. it makes you wet, soaking your underwear that you have such a cute boy at your disposal.

you waste no time to push him down to his knees once he’s done, his big doe eyes staring up at you as his hands linger at the waistband of your pants.

“go on,” you mumble breathlessly, sighing in relief when your underwear separates itself from your leaking cunt in a string of arousal, not missing the surprised noise that the other makes. it’s adorable, the way he experimentally places a finger against your slit, rubbing at it like it’s his first time. you shiver when he slips a finger in, holding onto his shoulders while you lean forward at the immense pleasure.

he could call it his first time, although i’ve definitely done it before, god! i’ve practiced making love to my pillow before finding out who was in it for the bet, he thinks. the ‘done it before’ in question only involved pillows and fleshlights, however, but god, nothing compares to the real thing. nothing compares when he can feel you react to his ministrations, thighs shaking at the way your pussy sucks in his slender finger.

“such a g..good boy- ah! can you go faster for me, jaehyun?” you cover your mouth as fast as you can to muffle your moans, grinding down on a single finger that has your face scrunched up in pleasure. he obeys immediately with a flush to his cheeks, pumping his digit at a speed even you couldn’t go at yourself. you let out a gasp when he inserts a second one without warning.

“shit- fuck!” you mewl when his fingers brush up against your clit, observing that his fingers disappearing and reappearing into you makes for an extremely appealing sight. it seems that jaehyun has the same thought, using his free hand to rub his cock that’s forming a tent in his pants. it’s painful, you can tell by the furrow of his brows, but it only fuels the knot in your stomach further.

it’s so appealing that you cum on the spot in a silent scream. your hips have a mind of their own, riding out the orgasm with quickness as your mouth spews profanities and murmurs of jaehyun’s name.

your head hits the wall in a loud thunk, breath heavy from the satisfying climax.

“you did so well, baby. need my help?”

the other’s frantic nods only makes your smile widen, gesturing for him to stand up before your hands reach forward to peel off his pants and soaked briefs. you turn him around, back against your chest when your hand reaches round to wrap around his shaft.

the immediate obscene sounds fill the room, cock hard and wet with pre-cum that jaehyun quivers at the cold air on his dick and your hasty hand that’s stroking him.

jaehyun is thrashing around in your arms, tears threatening to leak from his eyes when you swipe your thumb over his tip. his cries fill your ears like music and you can feel the crystal clear sensation of his hair digging into neck as well as the juices seeping from your pussy.

“(y/n)-ssi- hah… faster please! faster, faster!” he whimpers, head thrown back onto your shoulder. he’s moving against your hand, desperate to chase his high with mouth parted open and eyes closed, he’s there, he’s there, he feels it.

and then you stop. he whines, hips moving on their own accord to feel everything, anything.

“ah, ah, no- stop that.”

you’re turning jaehyun over again, revelling in his full length that you don’t notice his crimson cheeks and messy hair. his forehead is dotted with sweat and he manages out a cute little plea that has you humming.

“are you gonna fuck me good, now, baby?” you pout, drawing a finger down his neck, to his torso and finally resting on his cock.

the shaky breath that jaehyun releases makes you smirk, twitching from the minimal pressure you’ve used. he nods a second later, licking his lips at the dryness that’s taken over them.

“hah… t-that’s it, baby. oh my god, you’re so big…” you moan when he enters you slowly, relishing in the way your soaked cunt provides some lube as the other groans into your shoulder. your bodies are pressed up together with no space in between, the heat of your pussy already causing him to move his hips needily.

“fuck me with all you got, brat,” you spit out, prompting a particularly harsh thrust that has you jerking forward with eyes shut tight.

for someone so shy, jaehyun’s thrusts hit the spot just right, reaching so deep inside of you that you’re hunched over his person. the groans he’s making out only increases your arousal, and combined with the rush of getting caught, it was almost divine how good he’s fucking you.

it’s so divine that you forget that jaehyun was freezing up under your touch earlier, that you forget you’re supposed to be edging him with your words and hands.

“am i doing good, (y/n)-ssi?” the innocence laced within his voice ignites something inside of you, nodding incoherently that you have to give a few seconds before getting your words out.

“mhm- hm- you’re fucking me so good that i can’t even talk, baby. i think that’s- f..fuck- enough proof for you- ah!”

jaehyun basically preens at the praise, burying his face into your neck with the gentleness of a feather while his hips piston in and out of you contrastingly. the squelching noises fill the room like no other, echoing in the classroom that stretches at least two stories, and you’re so tempted to let your whimpers break free, wanting to hear it in the same space that jaehyun’s fucking you in.

“(y/n)-ssi! (y/n)-ssi, oh fuck, baby-“ the pet name slips from his mouth, his movements consisted more of chasing his orgasm rather than pleasing you, but you don’t mind with the way his breaths hit your neck and your sweat mingles with his. you’re grasping onto his shoulders you hard you’re convinced you’re going to dislocate them.

“more, more, more- i want more, (y/n)-ssi,” jaehyun choked out, fisting at your nipples in between his index and thumb. you tremble at the contact, but your hands don’t show it when you brush away the hair that’s stuck to his forehead. his eyes and nose are red, drool falling from the corners of his mouth.

“you’re doing so good, angel.” he moans with the compliment, tears now fully falling as his eyes screw shut at the way you’re clenching around his cock and the way that his balls slap against your cunt lewdly.

“‘m close, (y/n)! mmhhn-!” he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before he’s cumming deep in you, filling you up with his seed. you don’t miss the way his cock throbs inside of you as his cum continues to leak from his cock. in a second, jaehyun fucks the cum back into you, knowing you haven’t came for the second time.

“make me cum like a good boy, jaehyun,” you pant out, playing with your clit as his thrusts become sloppy yet again. he’s cumming again?

you get your answer when you feel another rush of white hot cum stuffed deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim while you reach your own orgasm. your lips let out little pants, while your eyes are fixated on the way jaehyun’s pupils dilate. it’s not long before he pulls out, your juices mixing with his seed which spills out like a bottle without a lid.

it flows down your thighs uncomfortably, but you swipe it up with a finger lingering at the edge of his lips. the other takes your digit with compliance, making a mess and slurping and slobbering all over. it sparks endless ideas in your mind.

“mhm… maybe next time i’ll let you suck on my cock, huh? then i’d fuck you dumb like what you just did to me. whatd’ya say?” the sheepish smile jaehyun gives is all the confirmation you need, even more determined to ruin him silly when he takes two more fingers into his mouth.

he would just have to collect that bet money a hundred times over, because you’d definitely fuck him that many times.

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[thatdeaniegirlsworld]

500 Days-Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns is the most dominant Universal Champion of all time. He got his shit done in the ring, and could get his point across on the mic. The one thing he couldn't do, however, was have the girl of his dreams.

Y/N was 26 years old, and currently the Smackdown Women's Champion. At a record setting 376 days as champion, she had it all. She was beautiful, smart, and Roman had been hooked since the day they first met.

The only problem was, she had a boyfriend. No one liked him. He was possessive, and controlling of her. Roman saw it, and so did everyone else.

She was never allowed to hang out with any of the male superstars unless they were with their partner. Roman was single, and so he rarely got the chance to see her.

What Roman doesn't know though, is that Y/N looks at him the same way he does her. Roman was built by the gods, she assumes. With his long black hair, muscles for days, that smile. Good lord did she love that smile.

She also admired his work ethic. The way he carried himself was something she had hoped she could he one day. The confidence he oozed was something she had been working on herself.

Today, marked Roman's 500th day as champion, and she wanted to celebrate with him. Tonight would be the perfect night considering her boyfriend was out of state for some work related thing which she knew was cover for him fucking someone else. She didn't care though. She's wanted out of the relationship for a good while now.

She had just entered the arena for Smackdown when she saw him. He was in his classic joggers with his Jordan's strapped to his feet, and his "Needle Mover" shirt on. His hair was thrown up in a bun, and he was talking with Jimmy and Jey.

As if he knew she had entered the room, his head turns in her direction. He smiles at her, giving her a small wave before entering his locker room, alone.

She knocks on the door, and enters once he stated a simple "Come in." He seemed shocked to see her, but then a smirk is placed on his face. "Y/N, this is a surprise."

"I wanted to come congratulate you on your 500th day as champ." She smiles innocently, but her eyes raked him up and down.

"Thank you." He smiles at her, and she steps forward.

"Are you celebrating tonight?" She asks him, and again, he looks surprised.

"Yeah, a few of us are going to my place tonight for drinks. I'd love for you to come, if you can."

"I'll be there." She says, and he doesn't want to get his hopes up. Her boyfriend always managed a way to keep her from her friends.

"It's at 8, but you can show up whenever."

"Great. Should I bring anything?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

"Just yourself. Maybe an overnight bag in case we all get too drunk." He says, and she feels herself blush.

"I'll do that then."

And so she did. She got there about thirty minutes early, and Roman showed her to the guest room. "I'm really glad you're here." He grabs her hand, and she blushes. "I may not let you go."

"I may just let you keep me." She whispers, and he smirks at her.

They move to the living room as everyone starts right get there, and she sits down next to Roman. He hands her another drink, and she could feel herself start to relax. "I think you should stay the night." Roman whispers in her ear.

"Okay." She whispers back, and he smirks at her. Her heart was beating fast because she knew what was coming. After a long time, it would be happening.

Her phone begins to buzz, and she looks down to see it's him. Shit. You know what? No. He isn't going to ruin her night. Sure, she would pay for it later but who the fuck cares? "You alright?" Roman asks her, rubbing her thigh.

"All good." She looks at him, and downs the rest of her drink. She turns her phone off, and sticks it in her pocket.

She doesn't remember the last time she's had this much fun between being able to be as close to Roman as she wants to laughing at stories everyone was telling. She really missed all of this.

She helped Roman clean up, and when he started to shut off all the lights and lock the doors, she knew it was time.

They make it upstairs, and she grabs her bag and changes in the bathroom before joining Roman in his room. He had dimmed the lights, and he had changed I to just a pair of Grey joggers.

He shuts the door behind her, and turns the TV on. Her anxiety growing stronger as he turns to look at her. "You don't want him. Do you?" He asks her, and she shakes her head. "Who do you want?"

"You." She whispers, and he smirks at her. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long." He pulls her towards him and he brings his face down to hers.

"You're here now." He whispers, and tucks her hair behind her ear. Her eyes look up at his, and he runs his thumb over her bottom lip. "Once I do what I'm about to do to you, there's no turning back. You'll be mine."

"I want to be yours." She whispers at him, and he closes the distance between them. His lips finally on hers, and she quickly responds. He backs her up, until her the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He pulls at her shorts, and she steps out of them before he moves her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

He drops down to his knees while she sat there, and his lips attack her neck, and she throws her head back. Again he breaks the kiss to remove her shirt which displayed no bra. "I've never been on my knees for a woman before." He grunts into her neck. "But for you, I'd do anything."

He rips her panties in half before removing them completely. "You're going to forget everything about him." He dips down, and presses his lips to each of her thighs, and her hand already goes into his hair. His eyes don't leave hers when he finally makes contact where she needed him the most.

His tongue felt good down there. She had dreamed this so many times and now she had this man on his knees for her. He dipped down to tease her hole before dragging his tongue back up to her clit. He slides his finger inside of her, and then another. He hums against her, making shivers go down her body. She yanks on his hair which made him grunt against her pussy and she began to squirm.

"Roman." She gasped, and his eyes flick up to her face, watching her as she spasms, the orgasm taking over her entire body.

He licks her clean before bringing her mouth to his. "That's ny fucking girl." He groans into her mouth. He stands up to discard his pants, and underwear. She goes to move when he stops her. "I need to feel you around me."

He wraps her legs around him, and brings one of his thighs up onto the corner of the bed. He thrusts into her, and she gasps with how big he is. She whines, and he nods at her. "I know baby. I'm gunna make that ache go away."

He wraps one hand around her throat and begins to thrust in and out of her relentlessly. Her moans were cut off do to him choking her, but fuck did it feel good.

He removes his hand to grab onto her hips, slamming into her repeatedly. "Daddy." She moans, and he fucking loses it. He wraps both hands around her throat this time, and fucks into her.

He watches as her tits bounce up, and down while his cock is driving in and out of her. "Fucking good girl." He groans, and let's go to let her breathe again. He takes his hand and slaps her tits causing her to squeeze him. "You like that? Hmm?"

"I want it to hurt." She confesses, and he scoots them further onto the bed.

"Open your mouth." He pants, and she obliges. He spits into her mouth, and shuts her mouth. "Swallow."

She brings his mouth to hers again. "Can I ride your cock, daddy?" She asks him, and he nods at her.

He pulls out, and lays down on his back. She hovers over him before sinking down. Her hands come down to his chest, and she begins to maneuver herself up, and down. "God it feels good to finally do this." She groans.

"Been thinking about it for a while, baby?" He asks her, and she nods.

"Dreampt about it."

"Yeah? Thought about my cock inside of you while you laid down next to him?"

"Yes daddy."

"Good fucking girl." He begins to thrust up into her. She pulls herself off, and he moves behind her. Her face down into the mattress while her ass was in the air.

He slides back into her, and pulls her up by her hair. She looks in front of them at the mirror, and she smirks at him. "Such a filthy girl. Aren't you, baby?"

"Your filthy girl." She responds, and he breathes a laugh in her ear.

"Damn right you are." He wraps his bicep around her throat, and pounds relentlessly until she is shaking from Cumming so hard. "Want daddy to fill you up?"

"Please." She begs, and he let's her go before pumping her full of his cum. He finally pulls out, and watches as his cum falls out of her.

"Stay there. I'm getting a cloth to clean you up." He does, and does it so delicately before giving her clothes to change in, and she lays down next to him.

He pulls the blanket up over the two of them, and she lays her head on his chest. "He came home early. That's why I turned my phone off."

"Is he going to hurt you?" Roman asks her, and he took her silence as a yes.

"The only reason I never came around before is because I didn't want you to get hurt." She finally confesses to him.

"Well, we will take care of it. You can stay here."

"Roman-"

"Nope. I don't want to hear it." She sighs against him, and he pulls her in for a delicate kiss. "I've been in love with you for years. I'll be damned if I let him hurt you again."

"I love you, too." Her tears begin to fall, and he wipes them away. "So fucking much. It's been so hard."

"I know, baby. But it's almost over. I'll make sure of it." He presses a kiss to her forehead, and they both slowly fall asleep.

Tags: @eddie-kingstons-wifey

@wickedsunfire

@galens-mistress

@omg-im-such-a-masochist

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[hotchseyebrows]

bathed in moonlight

a penelope garcia x spencer reid fic

a/n: hi 😎 this is literally just sex. 4k of sex. premise is spencer has a very big dick and it's utterly useless, but penelope very much so is not and also they are in love

dedicated to the wonderful @t4tmoreid because this is directly inspired by them and thank you to @blkantigone for being the first eyes other than mine once again, ily both

rating/warnings: explicit!! 100 percent explicit!! minors dni, please and thank you (pwp, teasing and praise, light d/s play (dom pen and sub spence), face sitting, riding, multiple orgasms, hair tugging, and oh my god they are so in love they have to say it constantly)

read it here on ao3!

She cups his cheeks, tilting his head back to look at her. “Hi, Pen,” he says. He always looks at her with such love in his eyes, but when he’s starting to get subby like this, it becomes unfettered adoration.

“Hi, Spence,” she says, kissing his nose. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”

He smiles, cheeks turning a happy shade of pink. “I know.”

-

Spencer has a big dick and someone who loves him very much, not necessarily in that order.

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“Seems like such a waste, baby boy. You’ve got such a big cock-” Penelope tightens her grip at the base of his cock and Spencer whimpers- “and all you’re good for is getting needy the second my hand brushes against the front of your pants.”

Spencer blushes. Naked and sitting on the edge of their bed, the blush spreads over his chest. Penelope is on her knees in front of him in a dark blue lingerie set. He keeps staring at the straps of lace holding her tits up. “Penny,” he whines. “Need you.”

“You’re such a cutie when you get whiny though. What do you want, baby? You want me to stroke you like this?” She slides her hand up the length of his cock, twisting on the head. He moans, falling back on his elbows. “ Or do you want me to take my time and make you feel good with my mouth?” She leans in and licks the slit of the tip. Spencer’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Penny, please-” His hips buck up, chasing the heat of her mouth. She tuts her lips before leaning back.

“Such a brat when you’re needy, pretty baby.” Penelope moves her hands away from his dick to trace her fingers along his thighs. “Or do you want me to climb up there and sit on your big useless cock and fuck myself?”

His hips jump again and he groans. The tip of his cock brushes against her cheek. She laughs. “Okay, baby boy, I think we have a winner.” He nods, hands already gripping the sheets.

She stands slowly, leaving a line of kisses up his stomach and his chest until she’s on her feet. She cups his cheeks, tilting his head back to look at her. “Hi, Pen,” he says. He always looks at her with such love in his eyes, but when he’s starting to get subby like this, it becomes unfettered adoration.

“Hi, Spence,” she says, kissing his nose. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”

He smiles, cheeks turning a happy shade of pink. “I know.” He kisses the skin in between her breasts, just above where the lace ends. “I love you too.”

She threads her hands into his hair and leans down for a kiss. His arms wrap around her waist. For a moment, they stay like that, lips pressed together sweetly. But it doesn’t take long for Penelope to nip Spencer’s bottom lip and make him gasp. She slides her tongue into his mouth, gently pushing him back on the bed to make more room from her legs on either side of him. He whimpers as she sucks on his tongue and straddles him in one motion.

As soon as her hips are hovering over him, his hips twitch. She breaks away from the kiss, tugging on his hair. “Patience, my dove, let me take my time with you.” Spencer moans as she punctuates her words with a grind of her hips.

“Penny,” he whispers. She grins, grinding her hips again with another tug of his hair. 

“So pretty when you beg. Do it some more.”

His flush deepens, pink down further on his chest. “Please, Pen, I need it-”

“Need what, baby boy? You gotta use your words, or I don’t know what you need,” she teases in a sing-song voice.

“Need to be inside you, please, need you to fuck me-” The muscles in his stomach jump under her hand as she runs her fingers across his skin. She lightly scratches up his side.

“What was that, my love?” She leaves a trail of kisses along his jaw back to his ear. He lets out a whiny sigh as she nibbles on his ear.

“Please fuck me,” he whimpers. “Need you so bad, so so bad, I’ll do anything please- oh!”

While he begged, she slid her underwear out of the way so she could grind directly against his cock. “That’s more like it, baby.” 

His hands tighten on her sides. “Thank you,” he says, eyelids fluttering.

“This is what this big cock was made for, made me for me to use like a dildo, to fuck myself whenever I want, isn’t that right?” Spencer nods, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her chest.

She leans forward to press his face closer. He slides a hand up her back. “Can I unhook this? Please?” he asks with a hand on the back of her bra.

“Since you asked so nicely, you can, baby boy.” He grins and unhooks it after only 2 tries. “You’ve gotten a lot better at that.”

He blushes. “I think it’s all the practice.” She laughs, shimmying her bra off.

Spencer leans forward, wanting his mouth on her. She puts her hands back in his hair, guiding him to her right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, looking up at her with her favorite doe eyed look. She scratches his scalp. “So pretty,” she says. He palms the other, his big hand the perfect size to hold and squeeze. Penelope rocks her hips against him again, shivering from the vibration of his moan against her.

Taking both hands and placing them on his shoulders, she pushes him onto his back. He goes easily, even as he pouts from the loss of her in his mouth. 

She giggles. “If you want me to fuck you, then you gotta get me ready first angel.” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna sit on your face, baby, and you can earn getting fucked.”

He smiles up at her. His hair is splayed out around his head, looking like he’s floating in water. “Yes, Penny.”

“Good boy.” She stands, sliding her underwear off. Tossing them to the floor, she crawls back onto the bed. Spencer tentatively reaches up a hand to touch her face. Normally, she would tease him for being so sweet, but today, she just wants to kiss him. So, she does, hovering above him on the way to sit on his face. They kiss for a minute or two before his hips start jerking towards her and she pulls away from him. "Baby boy, are you getting desperate again?"

Spencer turns his face into the sheets, nodding. She kisses the apple of his cheek, right where his blush is the strongest.

"Okay, sugar plum, I won't make you wait much more. But you still gotta earn being fucked." She grabs his chin to tilt his face back up. “Watch, Spencer. Don’t shut your eyes.” She gives him one more peck.

With that, she’s slowly standing on the bed, wobbling a little. They both laugh as she regains her balance. “You okay?” Spencer asks, a hand curling around her ankle for a moment. 

Penelope smiles down at him. “All good.” She steps forward before dropping to her knees on either side of his face. She hears his hands twitch on the bed, watches his eyes fixate where she’s wet and throbbing right above his face now. “Ready, baby?” He nods, mouth dropping open and tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

She puts a hand in his hair before slowly lowering herself onto his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he licks a long line against her. Her hips jump a little this time as he barely ghosts her clit. 

“Fuck, baby- not wasting any time huh?”

He blinks his eyes open to stare into hers as he does it again, a slow line before flicking her clit twice.

“Oh, good boy, I love you so much- fuck-” Her hands tighten in his hair as he focuses his attention on her clit, keeping the slow pace. His hands come up to wrap around her thighs. “That cock may be useless, but your mouth definitely isn’t.” He whimpers, head spinning at the dual degradation and praise.

She rocks her hips, wanting more. Spencer whimpers louder. It’s his favorite part, when it really starts to feel like he’s a vessel for Penelope’s pleasure and that alone. 

“God, I love fucking your tongue like this, pretty boy.” Penelope throws her head back as she picks up the pace. “Feel how wet you’re making me?” 

He hums against her in acknowledgment. The sound reverberates through her and she moans.

He squeezes her thighs as he sucks on her clit. Penelope takes a deep breath, rocking her hips in a short rhythm as he flicks his tongue against her and pairs it with pulsing sucks. “Oh, baby boy, you eat pussy like a champ, you know that?” He goes faster, eyes sparkling from her praise. “My sweet boy, doing so good for me,” she whispers as she slides her hands up over her stomach to palm her own tits.

Spencer moans at the sight, speeding up again. All he can think about is making her feel good, how much he loves her.

Her hips start stuttering against his mouth. Knowing she’s close, he moves a hand to slide a finger inside of her, and then two once he realizes just how wet and ready she is.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, just like that-” The sounds of her moans and his mouth fill the room. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop,” she begs, hips moving faster. He keeps a consistent rhythm, curling his fingers and sucking harder until she’s crying out and cumming on his face. 

“Jesus,” Penelope whispers as he licks her through it. “Good job, baby boy.” She goes to move off of him, but his hands tighten on her thighs. His tongue laps at her, cleaning her up and making her shiver. The fingers that were just inside of her are wet on her skin as he holds her in place. She raises her eyebrows. “You wanna eat me out some more?”

He nods, the movement brushing against her. It makes her hips buck, still so sensitive from orgasming just a moment ago. 

“Okay, baby boy,” she says with a smile. “How about you let me go for just a second?” He frowns; she feels it more than sees it. “You gotta breathe for a second, angel face, and you’ve got me all sensitive, I need a little break too.” His hands loosen, letting her move. She puts her hands on their headboard, leaning on it so she can lift from Spencer’s mouth.

“Hi,” he croaks. She giggles as he clears his throat.

“How is your voice all scratchy, gorgeous? The strap is in the closet today, not your throat.” 

He turns his head to hide his face against her knee. 

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed sweetie, it’s so cute, I love it,” she says. He kisses her leg softly.

“I love you,” he says, muffled by her skin.

“I love you too.” She strokes his hair. Her thighs start to tremble from holding herself up and steady. Spencer kisses her left thigh. 

“My breath is caught.”

Penelope giggles. “Is that so, sugar?”

Spencer nods, already looking at her pussy again.

“Well, alright then.” Penelope has been a fan of overstimulation, for herself and others, so she happily moves herself back onto Spencer’s mouth. Spencer kisses her softly. It makes her giggle, even as she jerks against his face. “You’re so sweet to me. That’s why you’re my baby, right Spence?”

“Sweet to me too,” he mumbles against her, the sound muffled. She shivers.

“My baby boy,” she says, sinking her fingers back into his hair. “My perfect angel, perfect for making me feel good and being my pretty dildo.”

Spencer works his jaw slowly, running his tongue in light patterns. He laps her clit, gentle at first but she presses down. Getting the memo, he digs his face in more. Penelope moans happily. 

She settles into a grinding when he slips his tongue inside of her. The rotation of her hips makes her clit rub against his nose. He pulls her closer, hands moving to her ass. “Fuck, Spencer! I can never get over how much you love this.” She tugs on his hair, grinding faster. He groans, eyes rolling back in his head. 

The vibration makes her moan too, so Spencer does it again, groaning as she essentially rides his tongue. It’s harder to get full breaths like this, but Spencer doesn’t care. Being slightly lightheaded only makes it feel better for him. Besides, he knows he can tap out at any time, and that safety makes him pull her closer.

Penelope is still tingling from her last orgasm, so she’s already climbing to the peak again. A litany of sounds fall from her lips as Spencer starts curling his tongue inside of her in time with her grinds. Her hands tug hard on his hair. She collapses into him, holding his face against her. What a sight they must make, she thinks, clutching each other like this with his face buried in her pussy. Spencer whines, eyes staring up at her with pupils blown wide.

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna-”

Spencer curls his tongue inside of her harder and shakes his head a little to push his nose against her clit. 

“Fuck!” Penelope shouts, thighs trembling. “That’s it baby boy, that’s it- oh love, I’m gonna-” He moans, the sight of her coming apart above him almost as good as having her pussy on his mouth. That’s all it takes before she’s gushing on his tongue with an unintelligible shout. He slows down, bringing her down gently. Penelope takes a hand out of his hair to brace herself on the headboard. She looks down at him, chest heaving. “Fuck, Spencer. You’re such a good boy, did so well for me.” 

She lifts her hips off his face, smiling as he whines from the loss. His cheeks are ruddy and his chin is wet. He’s blinking slowly, a good mark that he’s a little fucked out and very subby. “I did good?” 

Penelope cups his cheek with her free hand. “So good, my beautiful boy. You earned getting fucked and then some.” 

Spencer flushes. He blinks up at her before smiling. She turns and sits on the bed next to him, still breathing hard.

“Sit up, baby, I need another break, but I want to kiss you while I’m still all over your face.” Spencer pops up, leaning back on the headboard. Penelope leans back next to him, their chests angled towards each other. They smile at each other for a moment.

She reaches her right hand behind his head and pulls him in for a kiss. Slowly, she licks her way into his mouth. Spencer’s stomach swoops like they’ve gone down the far side of a roller coaster. When she pulls away, he whines.

“You taste like me,” she says before kissing him again. He puts a hand on the side of her stomach, tilting his head to let her kiss him as deeply as she wants. A new warmth spreads through him- kissing like this, with the remnants of making her feel good all over his face, feels dirty and intimate in the best way. Penelope takes her time, holding him just where she wants him as he starts trembling. She kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Such a good boy, my favorite fuck toy, right baby?” She punctuates each word with a little kiss. Spencer whimpers, hips twitching.

The hand in his hair scratches the nape of his neck. She leans forward to put her lips right under his ear, sucking and nipping at his skin. “I love you so much,” she says. The sound vibrates through him.

“I love you,” he says, his hand trailing around to her back to pull her closer. Spencer marvels every time at how soft and warm she is. Her hand in his hair, the other tracing his side, her lips gently insistent wherever she kisses him, and her warmth- it all engulfs him until the world melts away. 

Penelope climbs onto her knees, tilting Spencer’s head back with a tug of his hair. She kisses him as she swings a leg, straddling him. His hands cling to her without thought.

Her hair falls like a curtain around their faces at this angle, her looking down and him looking up. Penelope rubs their noses together. “Hi, my love.”

Spencer huffs a laugh. “Hello, Penelope.” He kisses the corner of her mouth.

“You ready to put that big cock to use?” She traces a lazy circle with her thumb on the back of his neck. Spencer squeaks. “I wanna hear you say it, sweet boy.”

“I’m ready. Please fuck me.” 

Penelope grins. “Again, Spencer.”

Spencer pouts. “Please, please, fuck me, use my cock however you want, I’m yours-”

Penelope reaches in between them to line his cock up where she wants it. He cuts himself off with a gasp. “Good boy,” she says, rubbing the head of his cock against her in a slow barely there tease. He whimpers when he brushes against her without her taking him inside. “I thought you said however I want Spence? What if I just want to do this for the rest of the night?”

Spencer whimpers again, louder this time. He tucks his face into her neck. He mumbles something, but Penelope can’t hear.

“What was that, baby boy?” She makes sure to linger when the head of his cock is poised at the perfect angle for her to sit on. Spencer keens, tensing to stop himself from bucking his hips.

“You can do whatever you want, I wanna be good,” he repeats. She tugs his hair to put his face back in front of hers.

“Good boy. My sweetie, always wanting to be good for me.” She nuzzles their noses, the sweet gesture paired with more teasing of his cock. “I know you’d let me play with you all night, without ever giving you quite what you need, but I’m not that mean, am I?” Spencer shakes his head, fingers digging in on her shoulders. Penelope kisses him slowly, sliding their tongues together until he relaxes. “You’re right,” she whispers, only a breath away from his lips. “I wouldn’t pass up sitting on my favorite cock, anyway.” 

She smiles before lining him up and sinking onto him. He throws his head back with a loud groan. Penelope’s hand on his neck stops his head from clunking against their headboard.

“God, this stretch never gets old,” Penelope says, breathless. She slides down slowly, even though she’s been ready and wanting to do this for the last 30 minutes. “You’re so big, baby boy. Longer than most, yes, but shit, Spence, you get girthy when you’re hard- oh, fuck.” 

Spencer takes long, slow breaths, trying to keep his cool. “Unh, Penny, I love you-”

Penelope laughs, a happy, airy sound. “Already with the I love yous, and I’m only halfway there?” Spencer blushes. Penelope kisses him sweetly and pauses her slide down. She rocks her hips and then back down, and he keens. “Oh, I love you too,” she says as she does it again. 

Spencer whines as she establishes a rhythm, taking more of him with each bounce. “Fuck,” he whimpers, hands clutching her back.

“That’s the idea, baby,” she says with a smirk. It takes a moment (he is thoroughly distracted after all) but he laughs when he understands her meaning. The laughter turns into another moan when she sinks down around almost all of him and grinds her hips, and then starts gently bouncing again. 

It doesn’t take much more of that before Penelope is sitting on all of his cock. Spencer slumps back against the headboard. He runs a hand along the side of her breasts and stomach.  “Oh, fuck, fuck, Pen-” She clenches around him. 

“Doing okay, baby boy?” Penelope asks, nonchalantly as if she isn’t grinding slowly, hips moving in a circle. Spencer nods, hands grabbing the sides of her stomach.

“Yes- unh- I’m okay,” he says, voice barely a whisper. “More than okay.”

Penelope smiles softly at him. “Good boy. You fill me up so nicely. The perfect fit.” His fingers press into her soft flesh. 

Grinding like this keeps him pressed against her g spot. Spencer keens, eyes half lidded as he watches her move. “God, Penelope,” he moans.

She pulls him in for a kiss, gentle and open mouthed. Spencer runs his hands along her back. “There’s my baby boy,” she mutters against his lips. “Being so good for me.”

Spencer whimpers as she rocks her hips faster and clenches around him. “Penny!” He tugs her closer, pressing them skin to skin across their torsos.

Penelope tilts his head down to rest their foreheads together. She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love sitting on your cock like this, pretty boy. Where’d you get such a big dick?” 

Spencer stammers, drifting happily as her grinding and rocking makes him mindless.

Penelope giggles. “Shh, baby, let me fuck you,” she says before kissing him again. Spencer tangles a hand in her hair. They settle into this happy intimacy, kissing as she grinds in his lap. Spencer keeps whimpering as her tongue explores his mouth. His right hand palms her ass, squeezing as she rolls her hips. “You sound so pretty,” she says, breathless.

“I love you,” Spencer whimpers. “I love you, I love you- oh, fuck!”

Penelope tugs on his hair again. “You gonna cum pretty boy?” Spencer nods, eyes glassy. “Good. Cum inside of me, baby.”

Spencer whines, fingers digging into her skin. “Oh-”

“Go ahead Spence, let go, I want you to.” Penelope rocks with fast short bursts, squeezing around him and pulling his hair to push him over the edge.

“Fuck!” He sobs out, tensing and clinging to her tighter than he has all night as his orgasm hits him like a truck.

“There you go, baby boy, just like that,” she says. She slips a hand in between them to rub her clit. Spencer moans as she follows him over the edge, fluttering around his sensitive cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck-” Penelope slumps against him, both of them panting.

Spencer drops his head forward into the crook of her neck. He kisses her skin lightly. "Fuck, Pen."

Penelope rests her cheek on his head. "Yeah?"

Spencer nods, lips brushing her skin again. She lifts herself off of his softening dick. His arms tighten around her, not wanting to ruin their closeness.

"Spencer, sugar, I gotta go get two washcloths." Spencer whines, nuzzling her chest. Penelope strokes his hair fondly. "Okay, my love, more snuggling first." She gently lowers them both backwards onto the bed, letting Spencer keep his head on her chest.

"We're on the wrong side," Spencer mumbles, but not unhappily. Penelope curls his long hair around her fingers. 

"When I get up, we can switch to the right side." Spencer hums in acknowledgment. He wiggles closer, hooking a long leg over hers. "You did so good, baby. I mean it."

Spencer smiles against her skin. "I always wanna be good for you Penelope. I love you."

Penelope tugs him closer, grabbing his left hand with her right. "I love you too. So much." She scratches his scalp, feels his eyes flutter shut. 

They lay there for 5 minutes more, before Penelope knows he needs the rest of their routine. He whines marginally when she wiggles out of bed, but he's dozing now and she makes sure to brush a kiss against his shoulder before she leaves the room.

Armed with two washcloths and a refill on Spencer’s water, Penelope pads back into the room. She sets the glass down on Spencer’s bedside table. “Spencer,” she says, brushing his hair off of his forehead. He leans into her touch. “Come lay on the right side of the bed and drink a little water.” He grumbles, but lets her hands maneuver him onto the pillows. Penelope sits next to him and gently wipes his face. 

“Thank you,” Spencer whispers. She kisses his forehead. “Love you.”

Penelope hands him the water glass, making sure he drinks some. “I love you more.”

Spencer huffs a laugh out of his nose. “Not possible.” Penelope uses the other washcloth on herself before tossing them both in the laundry basket.

Climbing into bed, she wraps her arms around Spencer. “Let’s argue about it tomorrow.” He hums in acknowledgment, but he’s already snuggling into her embrace, tossing his arm over her side and putting his face into her shoulder. Penelope traces little figure eights along Spencer’s spine. “But I’m gonna win,” she whispers. She tucks her face into his hair and shuts her eyes. 

Spencer is already asleep, but the arm around her tightens. The familiar motion makes her heart swell. A deep breath or two, and she’s slipping into sleep, the kind of peaceful rest she always gets wrapped up with her love. She squeezes him, tugs him closer. He sighs- the warmth of his breath ghosts across her skin. The shiver is the last thing she feels in her half awake state, and then she’s drifting.

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[marvelous-imagines]

Please

Eli "hawk" moskowitz x reader

Request: ok! if you get too busy or don’t like the idea you don’t have to do it...but would it be possible for you to do a Miguel or Hawk imagine where the reader and him (either boy is either) get into a fight and they accidentally hit the reader cause of ✨karate✨and then they have to apologize and stuff and maybe it’s like...fluffy idk...if you don’t want to do it that’s fine! No pressure! <3

Warnings: language. Angst. And fluff at the end because I'm all soft for eli🥺

Tag: @klt123456

You stormed into your boyfriends bedroom slamming the door, face flushed with anger while you pace the room. Eli watched you with a cold hard stare, arms crossed as he huffs out a un-amused chuckle.

"shouldn't I be the one pissed? Considering you're the one who was hanging around that jerk!?" hawk growls, causing you to scoff and shake your head. "you was flirting with that - that asshole! All night!" he yells, walking closer to you.

You only roll your eyes and glare at him. Thankful his mother wasn't home to hear his loud yelling, "I wasn't flirting with him! I was hardly even talking to the guy!" you retort, voice raised as you stare at him, watching his anger grow. "and what words I did say to was about me and you Eli!" you tell the truth, for you told the random guy about eli and your relationship.

But the man who your boyfriend claimed you to be flirting with was insistent with his flirting toward you, one of the reasons you waved Eli over in the first place. But he was a stubborn hard headed hot head after he joined that karate class he always tells you about.

"then why the hell did he have his hands all over you? Why did you let him do that!?" eli yells stalking closer to you, his eye's alight with anger, rage rolling off him in burning waves. You actually felt a little intimidated by him and let your anger soften a little, trying to calm down.

"I didn't. That's what you're not understanding!" you spoke through gritted teeth. The man just slung a arm over your shoulder and started getting a little too friendly for your liking. Why you waved your boyfriend over.

"what you're not understanding is that you shouldn't have even talked to the asshole in the first place!" he exclaimed, clearly getting even angrier. You sigh deeply and shake your head.

"I'm going home until you calm down..." you say calmy, heading for the door until he graps your wrist and spins you around, hard blue eye's glaring down at you.

"you're not leaving until this is settled!" you huff out a frustrated breath, fed up with his attitude.

"there's nothing to settle Eli, not until you stop being a childish asshole" you said, venom dripping from your voice as you angrily pry his fingers from your wrist, in a attempt to leave. But when you done so he done some sort of move making you flip and land on his floor hard on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. You stare up at your boyfriend with a frightened, betrayed look. This was not your Eli... Eli would never do something like this to you, at least you thought.

When you met his gaze, his blue eye's was wide with a horrified expression. He was quick to crouch down beside you, reaching for you. But you backed away, standing up and running out fthe door. You heard Eli yelling for you, pleading for you to talk... But you left his house. Tears swelling in your eye's.

You wasn't hurt, you pissed he'd do that, you was pissed at cobra Kai for corrupting your sweet shy Eli into an ignorant asshole who thought karate was the key to fixing everything. Like tonight at that stupid party he dragged you to, if your shy sweet Eli saw a man flirting with you, he'd take you home and calmy tell you what he was feeling, taking care of the situation calmy, he'd see you push the jerk away and cling to his side as you reassure him he was the only man for you.... But the new Eli... Hawk, he saw everything different, he saw the man wrap a arm around you and assumed you was madly in love with the stranger, he saw the chance to use his flashy new fighting skills and took it. Showing off his new self. You hated it.

A solid week went by with you ignoring Eli, not answering his calls or texts, distancing yourself from him at school or anywhere you saw him actually. You even had to ignore poor Miguel because he tried getting you to talk to Eli. But you didn't want to, not after what he done.

That's how you ended up walking home alone from school, bag slung over your shoulder as you kept your eyes glued to the sidewalk. But the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention, you look behind you to see aisha. She walks beside you steadily. You sigh and already know what she's hear for....

"look, I have no idea what happened between you and hawk... But maybe you should try talking to him? He's really upset, he's even missing karate class" you look over at her as you stopped walking. That was a bit of shock, Eli skipping lessons like that.

"he's not been showing up for his lessons?" you ask, a curious brow lifted at her.

She nods, "he hasn't showed up for a week now, even sensei Lawrence is concerned about him, maybe you should call hawk, try working things out?" aisha told you. But you wasn't gonna forgive Eli that easily, just because he was skipping karate doesn't mean you'd forgotten what he done to you.

"maybe sensei Lawrence should give him a call, because I'm not letting Eli forget his mistake that easily" you grumbled, aisha sighs and follows you to your house.

"what did he even do? It can't be that bad!?" she said a little loudly as you got ahead of her. You stopped walking again, nearly home as you grip your backpack strap hard.

"he freaking body slammed me aisha! It's pretty bad" you state with frustration. Aisha's eyes widen as she catches up with you.

"why the hell did he do that?" she asks, starting to side with you on this one. You opened your mouth to answer her but no noise came out, you stared at your porch steps at where the familier man sat, his head resting in his hands as he bounced his knee, his anxiety getting the best of him.

You groan and March over to him, trying to ignore him as you head for the steps, but he stood up fastly and looks at you with big pleading eye's, his expression one of pain and regret. You felt your heart ache for him, for you remember this look on him all to well, the nights you spent holding him in your arms as kids words from school about the scar on his lip got to him...

You push those thoughts away and try to pass him, but he stops you gently, his shaky hand softly grasping your hand. You yank your hand from his grasp causing his heart to break right there, his eye's showing the defeated pained look that action caused.

"get out of my way hawk... Go home or whatever" you grumbled quietly while staring at him with a look over anger.

He sighs, a little frown on his face. He knew he messed up big time when you called him hawk, something you never called him, ever. "I'm sorry y/n, I'm so sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to do that... It was a reflex -

"don't go making excuses for practically body slamming me hawk, now move and get lost" you try and make him leave by putting up a angery facade. But it obviously wasn't working.

"please y/n! I'm sorry, what I did was stupid, how I was acting that night was stupid and nothing will ever make up for what I did, I know that but..." he sighs, looking down as his lip trembles. Pain embracing your heart at the sight, you hated seeing Eli cry...

"I can't leave without you y/n, I know that sounds cliché... But it's true, I didn't realize how enjoyable life was when you were in it... But when you left? When you're gone... It's miserable, a living hell because I can't stand not hearing you're voice or seeing you're face - I miss you y/n, so fucking much it's killing me not being near you... Please just give me a another chance " he spoke with tears slowly falling from his blue eye's. This was Eli, not hawk the big badass karate champ, but sweet, sympathetic, vulnerable Eli moskowitz. "please" he muttered.

You stare at him, eye's roaming his face. You look into his blue eye's, the eye's you've gazed in for nearly 3 years. You look over his adorable nose you've made a habit of kissing whenever he'd get stressed or frustrated over anything the action always melting his heart. Then lastly you look over the scar on his lip, the scar he hated with a passion. You've placed many kisses on that scar, telling him it wasn't seen as a flaw in your eye's, but a beauty mark, something that made him characteristic. All of that took place in the years before he went to Cobra Kai. The years you both was madly in love...

"eli... I'll never forget what happened that night, you acted like a total asshole, you overreacted over something stupid because you let anger and jealousy get the best of you, and you hurt me. Not only emotionally, but physically and that's something I'll never forget" you said with a through growing frustration. Eli's eye's already showing the way his heart was shattering at what he thought was you breaking up with him.

"but... That doesn't mean I'm just going to leave you, sure I may be angry but I'll never stop loving you Eli....but if you ever pull a stunt like that one more time... I won't be as forgiving." you say while giving him a serious look.

Hope fulls his eye's while he gives you a ghost of a smile. "it will never happen again, I swear y/n I'll never let no one hurt you, not even myself" he muttered. You sigh and walk closer to him. Delicately cupping his cheeks as you look up into his eyes, you then lean in and kiss his nose. His eyes fluttering closed as he let's a breath escape his lips.

"I love you Eli, I'll always love you and only you" you murmur as a smile tugs at your lips. His eye's open again as he smiles down at you.

"I'll always love you too babe, I'm sorry for being such an asshole...." he looks down as his smile turns to a frown. You make him look up at you by tilting his head up.

"let's put it behind us Eli, there's no point on dwelling in the past when there's a future ahead of us" you say, knowing guilt was eating away at him for what he done. And sure, you was still bothered by what he done... You knew he had alcohol in his system and wasn't thinking straight. And like he said, you knew it was a reflex.... Why hold one mistake on the man?

"okay..." he muttered with a smile, you smiled back and kissed the scar on his lip. He melts in your touch, while you both just stood there.

And as months went by, Eli stayed True to his word. He didn't let anyone hurt you, not even himself. He showed others hawk when you wasn't around, but when you was by his side. He was the shy sweet Eli you had fallen in love with.

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[clonewarslover55]

Sev’s first time being pegged //NSFW//

Sev X Fem!Reader 

I’m planning on writing all of the Delta’s first times being pegged!! So stay tuned!

Notes: My friend @kyzyner and I had a wonderful idea!! They drew this since I wrote it!! Seeing Sev getting dominated gave me some wonderful inspiration lol. Here’s the sexy art they drew, I based the fic off of this pose. 

Warnings: anal fingering, eating out Sev’s ass, slightly submissive Sev, slightly dominate reader, first time at getting pegged, pegging, Sev being stubborn, some fluffy aftercare, Sev growls like a wild animal btw, this is long like Sev’s cock, reblog or I’ll cry, 

Sev had just gotten home from a long mission, and he was currently in the shower. You decided to surprise him, so you two could shower together. You were more than surprised when you opened the curtain. 

Sev had his forehead resting against the shower wall, one hand wrapped tight around his cock and the other knuckle deep in his tight hole. The sight made your cunt clench tightly, wetness coating your folds quickly. 

“Need some help big guy?” You spoke, your voice sensual. Sev looked at you, too focused on pleasure to be embarrassed. He let go of his cock to steady himself under the shower spray, “Yes.” He whispered, a predatory look in his dark eyes. 

You stepped in behind him, your cunt fluttering at the sight of him removing two fingers from his hole. Sev steadied himself on the wall with both hands now. You grabbed the bottle of lube, quickly spreading some on your fingers. 

Sev gasped when you pushed a finger in, his walls tight. “Why didn’t you tell me you were into this?” You nearly purred, pressing hot open mouthed kisses along his scarred shoulders. It was rare for Sev to be so submissive, but he was clearly too tired and horny to care who was in charge. 

“I-I” He couldn’t even get the words out, your finger thrusting into him slowly. You added another, Sev taking you perfectly. He had clearly fucked himself a few times in the past. He moaned loudly, his jaw clenched. You hummed a bit at his moans, your tongue tracing a scar on his right shoulder.

He never liked being vocal, but clearly with anal he was in too much pleasure to care. Sev moved a hand to his cock again, pumping it in time with your fingers. “Fuck.” He muttered as you scissored your fingers. 

“You like this a lot, don’t you baby?” You leaned forward, licking the shell of his ear. Sev sneered a little, letting out a breathy growl. “Yes.” You smirked, “After I stretch your ass good and tight why don’t we try some pegging?” Sev clenched around your fingers, he obviously liked that idea. 

You smirked and went back to marking up his shoulders. He had to move his hands away from his cock so he could balance on the wall with both hands. His thighs were very shaky, so he needed the extra balance. You leaned forward and turned off the shower, Sev not questioning it. 

You picked up the pace with your fingers, dipping your head so you could kiss lower on his back. Suddenly you got an idea. How would Sev react to being eaten out? You smirked to yourself as you kneeled. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned, his voice cracking slightly. “You’ll see. Just relax.” Sev had eaten you out multiple times, so he should connect the dots pretty soon. 

A beautiful whimper you had never heard from him ripped from his throat when you removed your fingers. You ran your hands along his hip bones to his perfect ass, spreading his cheeks a little. Sev shivered at your touch, his hole fluttering. 

Sev cussed in about four different languages when you ran your tongue along his hole. You smirked, your tongue tracing him slowly. Sev made fists against the wall, his breathing aggressive. 

You couldn’t see the look on his handsome face, but his breathing and noises said enough. He had clearly never been eaten out before, flinching every now and then from pure surprise. You rested your hands on his muscular ass, squeezing it as your mouth worked. 

Sev panted out your name, his head resting against the cool shower wall. His hole clenched around your tongue as he came hard, his legs shaking. You steadied him, small curse words leaving his lips. You stood up and hugged him from behind, reaching around to turn the shower back on. 

Sev turned around, pulling you into a fierce kiss. Both of you knew this night would be long and very eventful. 

~More fucking and some time later~

Now you were both on the bed, Sev below you on his back, his legs spread wide. You sat between his legs, mesmerized by how hot Sev looked like this. There was a pleased smirk on his face, his tongue licking his teeth like a predator.

He was all spread out, his body twitchy and his hair still wet. His muscular thighs twitched along with his strong stomach muscles. He was obviously sensitive and still worked up, his cock hard. The scars that littered his muscular body made you nearly drool. Later you’d have to trace them all with your tongue. 

You stroked some scars on his thighs, “Sev baby you need to relax.” You whisper in a sensual voice. He was stretched out nicely from the shower, but he’d have to relax more to take the strap you owned. It wasn’t as big as his cock, so it wasn’t huge. He could take it. 

If he relaxed, that is. 

He sneered a little. He did not like being the submissive one. You put on the strap, Sev watching you. “Bright pink?” He cocked an eyebrow, his voice breathy. “Oh hush. If you like this i’ll buy you a red one to match your armor.” Sev smirked, leaning up some so you could press a kiss to his lips. 

You pushed him back down after the kiss, your heart rate picking up a lot as well. Once you rubbed lube onto the toy you spread his thighs some more, one hand settling on his hip. You used the other to guide the head of the toy into him. 

“Relax big guy.” You mumbled, slowly pushing in. Sev bared his teeth, the stretch burning a little. He snarled, the toy not even halfway in. “I’ll touch your big cock once you take all of this.” Sev growled at you. He played the same teasing games with you. You could be just as cruel as him. 

It took a lot of cussing from him, but eventually he took all of it. You looked at the stretch, your cunt clenching. Fuck it was hot. You wrapped your free hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly in time with your thrusts. 

Sev threw his head back, his thighs quaking. Sev opened his eyes that were squeezed shut, looking at you with that sexy predatory look again. You smirked, picking up the pace some. His jaw was clenched tightly, watching as you fucked into him. 

He had never looked hotter than he did right then, his arms behind his head. His left arm was supporting his head so he could watch you, his right gripping the bed sheets in a tight fist above his head. His muscles bulged as his body strained, his scars pulled taut along his dark skin. His cock was hard against his stomach, the head leaking some. His ass was stretched, taking the bright pink toy like a champ. You could nearly cum from the sight alone. 

You gripped his hip tighter so you could hit deeper into him. When you to first had sex it didn’t take Sev long to find that special spot deep inside of you. You wanted to do the same for him. You angled your hips a different way, watching his handsome face and sexy body for reactions. 

He nearly cried out at a certain angle, you had found it! You smirked at him, Sev still looking at you like a predator. He was going to teach you a lesson about not letting him be in charge later, the thought making you even wetter. 

You moved quicker, Sev’s cock twitching in your hand. He was approaching his peak rather quickly, still sensitive from earlier. “That’s it big guy.” You ran the pad of your thumb along his sensitive head, a loud moan ripping from his throat. 

A few more hard and deep thrusts brought him to his peak. He bit his fist to keep from crying out.  He coated his stomach and chest in his load, the sight making you shiver. You helped him ride out his orgasm, only stopping when he let out a soft whimper from overstimulation. 

You pulled out, removing the strap on from yourself. You went to get up but Sev stopped you with a hand on your arm. He sat up, blinking rapidly. He was clearly seeing stars from his amazing orgasm. 

“I’ll get the damp rag.” You snorted, “Sev honey, you need to lay down and relax. Your legs probably won’t work.” He shook his head, “No no….I’m fine.” You raised your eyebrows, watching the stubborn commando stand up.

He gripped the bed to support his shaking legs, “S-see?” You shook your head, letting him take the toy to the bathroom so you could clean it later. He walked slowly, his legs making him look like a newborn animal trying to walk. 

He came back a bit later, handing you the damp and warm towel. “Stubborn ass.” Sev only yawned in reply, collapsing onto the bed. He laid against the pillows, watching you shake your head smiling. 

You cleaned the cum off of him, his cock twitching when you cleaned it up. When you gently cleaned his hole he whined, flinching a little. “Easy...I got you, big guy.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to a scar on his stomach. 

“I’m going to get you back for this.” He mumbled drowsily. You tossed the rag off the bed and crawled up beside him. “And I can’t wait.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, Sev already half asleep. 

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[luvsicksubs]

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open mouth - kozume kenma 

warnings: facefucking (m recieving), strap-ons, femdom, vibrators, cumming untouched. 

a/n: i dont even have shit to say i hope someone likes this nonsense.

plot summary: kenma looks pretty w the strap in his mouth  

It’s awkward, the gesture of having a cock in his mouth isn’t exactly what he imagined it to be. He never really imagines ending up in situations like this one though. 

He watches you through lidded eyes as he lays between your legs, on all fours using his elbows to prop himself up while he wraps a hand around the plastic dick. He stares at it at first, easing himself off the tip before looking dumbfounded. It’s so fucking big, he can’t imagine how something of this size has ever fit inside of him before. He finds himself wanting to do a good job, though he knows it doesn’t matter. 

It doesn’t matter of course, because this is solely for your entertainment. Watching Kenma choke on your cock had been a relatively vested interest of yours ever since you regularly started fucking him with one. There was something terribly blissful about it, the kind of lust driven emotions that fueled you when you watch his tight hole stretch around something that would later end up in his belly. The same kind of filthy thoughts that entered your mind when you pressed on his stomach and you felt it. 

Your clit twitches, swollen against the leather of the strap as you watch Kenma toy at it. Drunk off power, you thread your finger through his faux blonde locks, using your other hand to hit the tip of it the strap against his mouth. He lets you do as you please, obediently sticking his tongue out while he adjust the vibrator that was currently doing what you couldn’t. Your eyes roll black in pleasure, too turned on too think. 

“So fucking pretty like this, baby,” your voice is lower than normally, not saccharine sweet like Kenma is used to. It leave his own cock to twitch between his thighs, feeling helpless “Can you open your mouth for me angel?,” 

He does, like the good, and curious boy that he is. He sticks his tongue out far and relaxes his jaw and lets you slide the plastic head all over his mouth and tongue. It doesn’t feel bad but he isn’t used to the labor yet. He wonder how you do this for him. He finds your hand steadying the back of his head, slowly sinking the strap into his mouth. 

Eventually, it leads into the back of his throat. You can’t take your eyes off of the visual of him like this. It’shumiliating, but you can see Kenmas body shiver as you do. You grip his hair, slowly easing your way into fucking his mouth. Each time you force yourself a little deeper, wondering if he’ll eventually end up tapping. 

But he doesn’t. The sigh is pornographic, truly - watching Kenma choke on your plastic cock periodically looking at you through tear-stained lashes. He looks a fucking mess, thick lines of drool cover his mouth and chin. The sound of it hitting the back of his throat echoes through the whole room, and he moans through it. Each gasp for air is followed by a whimper, as he uses a freehand to fuck you with the vibrator that let out a gentle buzz. 

He’s shivering. He’s so turned on by the situation and his eyes keeping seeking yours with approval. Seeing his slim face anc cheeks hollowed out like that is genuinely too fucking much. 

Your thighs are sticky, and so is Kenmas cheeks throat. Slick glistens down the column of his neck while he bobs his head. 

It’s overwhelming, watching him cry and choke on your cock. He does it with such enthusiasm, his face and tips of his ears burning with arousal. He is all nerves and sensitivity. 

“Look so pretty choking on my dick like that baby,” you say with a breathy laugh, truthfully nearing your own orgasm. “You take it in your throat like a champ you know? Maybe your Miss should throat train you for fun,” 

What even you can’t predict is the moan that’s proceeded with Kenma cumming untouched on the linen bedsheets. Your eyes widen as your own orgasm crashes into you, preventing you form thinking clearly as you pull Kenma off and quickly reach to turn the vibrator off and pull it out. He immediately falls forward, crashing his face in your thigh before twitching. 

“My god,” you breath out, reaching a hand to card through his hair as you watch his petite body tremble “Glad you liked it so much,” 

Kenma whines at that, hiccuping a few times at the intense rush of pleasure that was now giving him a litle too much clarity. He grumbles, and in true Kenma fashion only clings closer to you. 

“Shuddup,” is all he can manage out, stretching his arms out and silently telling you to carry him. You chuckle but oblige, wrapping him up in your arms before softly massaging his jaw. 

He flinches at that and you laugh, reminding yourself to be more careful next time. 

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[malethirsty]

The Master Of The Claymore - Drew McIntyre

Summary: Following his success in recapturing the WWE Championship on RAW, Drew has some debts to pay and learns never to cross a swordmaster, especially one who knows how to handle a strong Scottish blade.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

1, 2 & 3! You lept up and down in the Guerrilla cheering & clapping with other members of the roster whom had come to watch as the sound of Bagpipes filled the ThunderDome, Drew McIntyre had just won back the WWE Championship, the Scotsman ascending once again back to the pinnacle of the Men’s division. As Drew walked up the ramp, issuing a warning to Roman, his opponent for Survivor Series, you used the cover of the swarm of fellow wrestlers to retreat back to his dressing room, there you sat down on the sofa and waited for his arrival. It took a while for him to arrive, but sure enough he turned up, sweated out but still in high spirits, seeing you on the couch he smirked down at you “Well hello there pretty boy, I bet you’ve come to congratulate the champ in person.” You rolled your eyes “Yes of course, all hail the great Scottish stud of a champion.” You sardonically responded and Drew grinned at you “Later I’ll get you to say it like you mean it” he promised, a glint of mischief and eroticism in his eyes.

Ever since you first met him, Drew had been cockily arrogant and at first you’d hated it, your tempering flaring whenever Vince’s ‘Chosen One’ tried to flex his strength towards you and the rest of the roster. However when he won the intercontinental title, that was when your rage boiled over and you had confronted him about his arrogant nature, by the end of the night, you realised his cocky attitude could be backed up with his skills... and wrestling was only the tip of what he could do with his body. Ever since then, you’d engaged in this relationship where you’d show up to wherever he was, he’d drop what he was doing and fuck you, your submissive nature in the bedroom paired perfectly with his cocky demeanour. However as of recently, you’d been in a draught, twenty two long days of no Scottish stud, as insensed by losing the title, he threw himself into training, completely neglecting you. You’d acted fine to his face, but tonight you were going to remind him that you were the only gold he needed to cherish, not some fucking leather strap.

Deciding to keep the nature of the conversation sweet for now, you turned the conversation to a fact you’d discovered on the show that night “I never knew Claymore was a type of sword till Sheamus gave you it in the box.” Drew, whom had been bothering with packing up his stuff to head back to his hotel room, looked across the room at you, rather surprised “Really? It’s quite well known in Scotland.” “Yes, well some of us haven’t lived in Scotland for out entire lives Drew.” “Sheamus is Irish and he knew, maybe your just uneducated about your knowledge of combat weaponry. So Y/N, I think I better teach you about it.” He abandoned what he was doing and crossed the room and sat next to you, his cocky nature out in full force “So the Claymore is quite an old yet strong weapon, known in my homeland for being a symbol of pride and strength. Only the strongest of men can wield it, it needs two hands to cover it” He stopped and leaned in to whisper in your ear “a lot like me.” He nipped at your ear lightly and drew back, which let you know that you had him where you wanted him, so you flirted back “Impressive, I’d like to get my hands around one sometime, wouldn’t that be a sight, little old me handling something so big, heavy and strong? You’d probably have to hold me up so I can keep balance” You moved onto his lap and sensing his hardness, trailed your hand down his hairy chest, above where his title was positioned. Drew groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, as he minicked your ministrations onto your own bare chest, including tweaking your nipples as his cock got harder as you continued. He looked deep into your eyes and said “Why wait? Reach down into my kilt and handle it yourself.”

You didn’t wait to be asked twice and slid down onto the floor pulling off his kilt as you went, his cock flying up, very erect, hitting your face for your trouble. Not wasting anymore time, you slipped your lips over it and began to suck, “Oh yes, suck it down deep Y/N.” Drew groaned, throwing his head back as he got used to your wet, hot mouth around his member, his cock got even harder than before in your mouth, so you had to be careful not to take too much or risk choking, so you lathered it a little before pulling out, taking it in your hand and slapping it on your face “Nah-uh Y/N, remember you handle Daddy’s Claymore with two hands.” Drew chided, grinning at the dirty show he was watching below him, and so you grabbed onto his cock with both hands, fully covering the length of his dick, and pulled down, exposing the head. You trailed your tongue around it, eliciting soft growls from the champion, which soon turned to full out moans as you licked across his slit. “Yeah, you like that Daddy?” You asked, sweetly with a hint of cheekiness, as you knew what licking his slit did to Drew “Fuck yeah I do pretty boy”, motivated by his praise, you moved back onto Drew’s slit, this time giving it kitten licks while looking up into his eyes “Jesus Christ, your tongue’s incredible Y/N. Get back onto my cock before I cum on your face, I wanna bust in your mouth.”

Finally poised to strike, you moved away from him, leaving Drew panting “Wh-wha?” He looked up at you confused “Y/N, I said to get back on my dick.” “No Drew. See this is what’s been going on for the entire time Randy’s been reigning as champion, you’ve been fixated on training and your desire to hold that belt, while ignoring the fact that I’ve been needing you, having to wait for you to come to bef and fuck me has been fucking painful. Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull up the dick pics you’ve sent me and wanked to them cause you won’t man up when you finally stop training and fuck me?” Drew was looking taken aback, a mix of something that looked like anger on his face, but you were past the point of caring about hurting him and carried on. It was as if a faucet had been turned on in your brain, and everything you’d been wanting to say was spilling out of your mouth “I guess you haven’t thought at all, because you’ve been fucking piss weak after losing the championship to get up and keep moving forward, you’ve been so fixated that your forgetting about the one person that has needed you that entire reign. Goddamn it Drew, I WANT YOU TO BE A FUCKING MAN!” You yelled the last part out, all composure gone. You turned around to leave, expecting him to be too stunned to do anything, wanting him instead to think about how he’d left you so lonely and return to your hotel room with an apology with chocolates or some shit like that. Blood was pumping loudly in your ears from the shouting you had done, that you didn’t notice the thud of leather meeting the floor.

You had almost crossed the room before a hand grasped your head and you were slammed into the door, the hand protecting your head from bouncing off it, turning around, you saw Drew, a dangerous alit look in his eyes, dark and determined. With a gruff growl, he moved his hand from your head down to your pants, ripping the fabric clean in two and tossing it away. He then aimed his cock at your entrance and thrusted upwards, your cry of shocked pleasure drowned out by Drew’s bellow. You stayed like that for a while, Drew grunting as he took deep breaths to speak “That man enough for you Y/N? Huh? That enough to sate your slutty fucking ass?!” Drew yelled out and too shocked to form words, you nodded instead. Satisfied, he began to piston forwards, slamming into your ass so hard, the door began to shake. As you cried out from his ministrations you stared at him, the light hearted cocky man he was in the ring now gone, now he looked determined, powerful, dominant. “You want to be treated like a little fucking slut Y/N, is that what you want to be? Daddy’s fucking cock sleeve?” You tried to respond but stunbled over your words, only Y sounds coming from your mouth as you tried to say ‘Yes’. Suddenly he stopped moving and grabbed your face “Nah-uh pretty, you’re gonna use your voice and tell Daddy how much you love his dick fucking your ass, otherwise I can stop right now and leave you desperate to cum.” Drew was meeting you halfway, the fucking bastard.. the fucking hot bastard, so you responded “Yes Daddy, fuck I’ve needed this for so long!” Drew grinned “Good little slut, wrap your legs round Daddy’s waist.”

Obeying him, you wrapped your legs around his strong waist and with no effort at all he lifted you off the ground and trapped your lips in a kiss so hot, it felt like steam was coming off the both of you. After a while like this, he began to buck into you again “Fucking love how your tight little ass clenching round my thick hard dick. God damn Y/N, you know how to take Daddy’s cock just right.” You couldn’t respond, he was hitting your prostate so perfectly it felt as if shots of electricity were surging through you, the most you could do was hold onto the hunks back as hard as you could to prevent yourself from falling over from how ferociously he was pounding you. The sound of Drew’s balls slapping against you was joined by the sounds of his moaning and feral growling, which only increased as you raked your fingernails across his back, a thin trail of blood starting to form “Fucking hell babe, two can play at that game!” Drew lowered you to the ground and lifted your legs onto his shoulders, and began to fuck you at a different angle as he began to travel down your neck, kissing and nipping at it, intending to leave hickeys all down it, a mark of the Scot to show the world you belonged to him and him alone. You made soft mewling sounds as he did so, and trailed your left hand through his raven dark hair and your right through his chest hair “You like that?” Drew withdrew from his ministrations to ask “Yeah, I don’t know what about your head and chest hair really gets me going, but it does.” “It’s the sign of a fucking man, a fucking warrior. My raven hair on my head and my chest hair looks like I’ve come from a hard fought battle against a giant or soldier or some shit and I’m ready to claim your arse as a reward.” He punctuated this with a harsh thrust forwards, and you turned into a moaning mess all over again.

Drew moved away from your body now, looking up you saw him standing on his knees, his hips lazily pistoning forward, you began to push up to meet him halfway, his dick now seemingly coated in sweat as Drew pulled it out. He brushed the tip of it with his thumb and saw the sweat was actually precum, catching sight of you looking he grinned down “Want to taste my precum Y/N?” You moved up to him, only to be stopped by a rough hand covering your chest “Manners baby, what do you say to Daddy if you want to taste him?” “Drew, please I-“ “What do you say?” His voice grew seductively dark as he asked twice, so you swallowed deeply and said “Please Daddy, may I taste you?” Satisfied Drew moved his thumb to your mouth and you lapped your tongue out to taste his salty precum, eventually taking his thumb into your mouth “How is it that you look as hot taking my cock balls deep into your mouth as you do my fingers?” Drew pondered looking down at the sweaty mess he made of you, you moaned around his thumb before Drew pulled it out and thrusted his cock back inside you.

His cock began to pulse inside you, the veins bulging as he neared his end. Knowing he was close, Drew grasped onto your cock and began to stroke violently. Already sensitive, this only made you cry out loudly “OH FUCK DREW! YES DADDY, STROKE MY COCK!” You yelled, not caring if Adam Pierce, Randy, Charley or anyone else heard you, you were too intoxicated from Drew fucking you at last to care. Drew got right down to your face, noses touching, his eyes baring down into you so hard, it was as if he was looking into your soul “Tell me who you belong to Y/N, submit and tell me, and I’ll let you cum all you want. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” Each word was accompanied by a hard thrust into your ass, your muscles clenching softer than before, that it was amazing they hadn’t lost their grip from how hard Drew was railing you “You Daddy Drew! I belong to you!” You wailed out, utterly blissed out on Drew’s cock. He smirked, leaning down to your ear to whisper “Now Y/N, cum for me.” You cried out in relief and pleasure as load upon load shot out over Drew’s chest, spattering onto his chest hair, he waited until you stopped before pulling you up onto his lap and bucked wildly “Fucking hell Y/N, your ass feels so good when you cum that I’m gonna shoot my load, all deep into that slutty ass of yours, your fucking craving it yeah? Craving Daddy’s load up your ass. Well Daddy’s gonna give it all to you my twenty two day load, and you better take every last drop!” Utterly blown out by lust, you kissed Drew deeply, him returning with equal passion until he reached the edge and withdrew from your lips “Yeah, fuck Y/N, I’m cuming, I’m gonna cum deep inside you!” The air was wrent with a crying growl from the WWE Champion as he came, his release shooting inside you, thick and hot. Drew’s eyes were wound shut, his body thrown back so far, it was as if his orgasm was stretching him out. You didn’t think his cock would stop shooting forth his load, but eventually it stopped and Drew collapsed onto you, kissing you all over the face.

It was a while before either of you spoke “Holy fucking shit” you huffed out, Drew releasing a guttural laugh “That’s damn right, fuck Y/N, you’re like a fucking vice when I cum, you milk it all out, bet it’ll drip out of your hole by the time we get back to the hotel.” As your senses restored, you realised that you were still in his dressing room, you’d been caught up in how well Drew fucked you, you forgot you weren’t in privacy, you were in public and likely the whole roster had heard you turn into a desperate needy whore for the Scotsman on top of you. Catchhing your eye and seemingly understanding, Drew lifted you up “Own it, at least your getting dicked down by a fucking man.” A smile forming, you nodded “Now, I’m gonna get my kilt back on and get you some pants so we can head home and get you showered up before round two.” “R-round two?” You questioned “Yeah, you said I left you without sex for the entirety of Randy’s reign, so over the next week I’ll fuck you all over the hotel room that it’ll more than make up for it.” He said, as a matterafactly as talking about the next day’s weather. “Now look who’s the needy slut.” You sardonically responded to a grin from Drew, whom having just fastened his kilt back up, crossed over to you and cupped your face “Now don’t start with me Y/N, you were complaining about me not manning up for you. I’ll tell you what, if you’re good for me then when I win Survivor Series, I’ll make you the Prince of Claymore Country, make you a crown out of my seed, would you like that Y/N.” ‘Damn this man was something else’ you thought, but contented Drew with a nod of your head “Good man, now wait here while I get some new pants for you, and then we can leave and fuck in our own bed.” With that, he left his dressing room and you sat back onto the sofa, getting a little excited about the many more times you’d be getting to handle Drew’s Claymore in the future.

#Drew McIntyre #Male Reader #Drew McIntyre x Male Reader #Drew McIntyre Smut #Fanfic #Smut #WWE #WWE Smut

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

The second and third obstacles! And Mei’s first big showing, because of course. 

[No. 25 - In Their Own Quirky Ways]

Ochako, Tsuyu, and Mina are all standing still, staring at the next obstacle as Present Mic announces it. He calls the first barrier ‘a piece of cake,’ the notes that for the second, you fall and you’re out, so you have to crawl across if you want to make it. The obstacle, oh, nothing big, just the fucking Grand Canyon with the bottom encased in the goddamn void:

Despite all reasonable reservations about crossing, Tsuyu takes the leap (metaphorically) and starts creeping along one of the ropes, calling it a giant tightrope. She giggles to herself, saying this is her chance to make a splash. (God, a girl after my heart, I love her sense of humor between this and the USJ.)

Next we are introduced to our resident spark - I mean support course student, Hatsume Mei (abet we don’t get her name yet here, but she’s emphasized enough that it’s obvious she’s gonna be important soon.) He’s cackling a bit maniacally, talking about how it’s time for her support items to get the spotlight, calling out to the national support companies to look at her wire arrow and hover soles - the items she just so happens to be wearing, along with a few other gadgets.

Ochako realizes Mei is in the support course, while Mina is shocked that she’s allowed to have her gear. Mei points out to them that the hero course students get practical battle training, right? So in the interest of fairness, as long as they developed the gear themselves, using equipment’s just fine! In fact, for the support course students, it’s the greatest opportunity to show off their inventiveness and craftmanship to the industry! 

Mei cackles some more as she shoots off her hookshot - I mean wire arrow, the end impacting and catching on one of the pillars with a klang. Mei leaps off of the side of the canyon, again calling out to all the corporations to check out her ‘adorable babies’ while clicking on a button on her devise that starts reeling her in, as well as activates the hover function of her boots. Ochako and Mina are fired up, Ochako rushing to chase after while Mina continues to complain about it being unfair. 

Shinsou, meanwhile, is being a little bit creepy, just watching on with a slight leer as he just says ‘cool.’ Wonder what he’s doing here… hmm…

Up in the announcers’ booth, Mic states how they have all types trying to make it big in the sports festival. Aizawa, meanwhile, is just annoyed ay why ‘those idiots’ (re: the students probably) stopped moving. We then shift over to Shouto just reaching the other end of the canyon, with Mic announcing as such to the crowds.

Of course, it’s not so easy as that. Even as SHouto starts building up more ice to start pushing ahead, Katsuki is blasting in from above. Katsuki calls out, refusing to stay behind any longer, while Shouto just thinks that with how fired up Katsuki is now, he must be a slow starter. Which, man, I don’t even know if that’s just an observation about the quirk or if that was intended as a savage shot, but either way, I’m cackling.

We see Tenya somewhere behind Katsuki, watching the explosions as he pushes on. He says it’s very likely his brother is also watching, so he musn’t show an unsightly performance… 

he says as he does a T-pose to skid across the ropes with his quirk. Mic calls it unsightly, which like, dude, rude. Also, how did he know what Tenya even said there? I guess it’s just a little thing for the sake of humor, like the ‘drawn differently’ jokes for All Might. 

The crowds watching on are impressed with the performance of Shouto, talkin about how he just can’t be stopped. How quirk is awesome, but it’s not just that - he’s also incredibly athletic and perceptive. Someone else agrees, then points out how he’s the son of the flame hero, Endeavor. The first person(?) says that makes sense, the kid’s got the blood of the number two hero out there, after All Might. The pros are gonna be scrambling to get him as their sidekick.

Can I just say this is a very interesting panel here. Like there’s no reason we immediately know about to have it divided in two like this, but any amount of retrospect with what we learn later this arc makes it obvious: this is representing the internal divide Shouto places on his two sides, separating his fire from his ice. I also like how the mention of Endeavor here also happens to be on the fire side, further drawing attention to it and, subsequently, the scar there.

The scar that, incidentally, can be considered Endeavor’s fault.

I’m sure there’s a whole lot more Shouto and Todoroki family meta that can be shoved in here when analysing this panel, but we have things to do, events to see, arcs to get through! 

Present Mic announces how the leads keep breaking ahead, while the rest of the pack is bunched up. Since the racers don’t know how many will get to move on, all they can do is aim for first place! And the leader has just reached the final barrier - that is to say… the minefield.

...wait a second, ‘a deadly Afghan carpet’? Uhm, is that a translation thing, or… what a strange reference to make here. While it’s hard to make out the locations of mines from this page (at least to me), Present Mic confirms in his announcements that a quick glance should be enough to reveal it to the students, so they need to keep both eyes open and watch their steps. By the way, the mines don’t pack a deadly punch, but they’re loud and flashy enough that the kids might need a change of underwear when it’s over. Aizawa adds on that it depends on the individual, of course.

Meanwhile, back on the ropes, we see Izuku crawling along almost like a chameleon, the armor plating strapped to his back with some of the loose wire. In the background we see Shouji gliding from one of the pillars with his arms out wide, and another student  Naruto running across the wire like a champ.

You go, Naruto runner guy. 

Back with the landmines, we see Shouto realize that the positioning of the landmines puts whoever is in the lead at a disadvantage, since none of the mines have gone off yet, ergo meaning the highest chance of setting one off and losing time to the distraction. It’s all a big show, which I mean, you’re only just realizing this? Meanwhile, in the background, we see another student get blown into the air from one of the mines, and yet another (I think Ojiro???) struggling to follow. 

Katsuki, of course, decides to show up then, finally blowing past Shouto while stating how ‘this crap’ can’t slow him down. Which I mean, makes sense when his whole thing is explosions, these landmines really can’t be all that impressive to him. Katsuki declares that Shouto’s declaration of war was to the wrong person.

Present Mic gleefully announces the new leader, telling the mass media to get excited, since they love this kind of turn-around. (Definitely not a subtle dig at them, no sir.) He then announces how the rest are catching up while Katsuki seems determined to fight Shouto right where they are - Tenya has blasted himself forward with one of the mines, looking very silly, while Ibara is using her vines to test the ground around her (I think?) to allow safe passage. 

Gotta go fast (do do do do do do do…)

While Present Mic wonders if the two grappling for first can hold onto their lead, we see Izuku standing at the start of the field, watching the other students rush ahead. Tokoyami is again launching himself into the air with his quirk, Kirishima is just carefully picking his way through, and I can’t tell enough about the other students to see if they’re 1a or not, so… 

Izuku worries about how wide the field is, while we get to see just how many people are ahead of him on the field. However, Izuku seems to have a plan, looking around him. As the others rush onwards, and as Shouto and Katsuki fight with each other, we see Izuku hard at work doing something he says is taking a page from Kacchan’s book. He thinks about how he can still catch up as he throws himself forward onto a bunch of unearthed landmines, the plate under him and between him and the inevitable explosion. 

Nice. 

Izuku is sent flying over everyone’s heads from the force of it, much to everyone’s shock. Shouto and Katsuki both look back to see what caused it, while Mic wonders what could have caused such a blast, and whether it was accidental or intentional. As Toshinori throws his arms up in the air (panic or excitement?), we get one last look at Izuku, wearing a very determined expression as Present Mic announces his riding the wave in hot pursuit.

And with that, chapter 25 is done! What a point to leave off at. Next time, we finish the race, get to see placements, and (I think) we get the announcement for the second event. See y’all then!

#sports festival arc #chapter 25 #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #readthrough #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #asui tsuyu #uraraka ochako #Ashido Mina #hatsume mei #iida tenya #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #god izuku is a champ #i just love how fast he was to come up with that plan like #talk about taking advantage of your resources

[echo-hiraeth]

Newlyweds - Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader [NSFW]

Summary: When Jack and y/n are assigned a mission that requires a cover, they are assigned the role of husband and wife. But the suave agent can’t contain himself any longer and doesn’t want to play pretend anymore.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, spice, NSFW 18+ only

Masterlist 

This mission wasn’t at all what you’d expected it to be. Some crazed millionaire seeking world domination and infinite power wasn’t all that unusual to you, but the way you had to go about stopping him was different. So here you were, standing in the five-star-hotel’s lobby, dressed in clothes more expensive than your fucking car, your fellow agent’s arm slung across you waist. Champ had paired you together with agent Whiskey, his boosted ego already getting on your nerves.

“Ready doll?”, he whispered in your ear as you approached the counter.

“Just get it over with”, you mumbled, faking a smile as the woman behind the counter greeted you.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you today?”, she asked excitedly, tilting her head at the two of you.

Jack placed a hand on the counter, leaning against it. “My wife and I have a reservation, the name’s Brandy.”

The lady typed away on her keyboard. In the meantime Jack pressed a peck to your forehead, making you have to fight the urge to kick him in the nuts. “Ah yes, the honeymoon suite, ninth floor. Congratulations Mister and Missus Brandy! Here’s your key, your bags will be brought up shortly, please do feel free to call us if you need anything.”

“Thank you so much”, you cooed as you took the key from her hand.

The two of you headed towards the elevator, Jack’s hand comfortably resting on your lower back as you did so. As soon as the metal doors slipped closed you swatted his hand off of you. “No need to take advantage of the situation, Daniels”, you huffed.

“Oh come on sugar, we need to make it somewhat believable. We’ve been trying to get this guy for weeks and this is the closest we’ve gotten.”

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your mouth shut when the doors suddenly slipped open. He took your hand as he walked you down the hallway, nodding his head at a maid along the way.

When you reached the dark double doors to your sweet the two of you came to a halt. You slowly slipped the key into the lock, sucking in a breath when the doors opened to reveal a gorgeous and luxurious loft. Jack slowly closed the door while you had a look for yourself.

There was a small dining area connected to a tiny kitchen with a see-through fridge filled with alcoholic beverages. To your left you found a bathroom consisting of a lavish walk-in shower and the other facilities you’d expect to find there. The bedroom was gorgeous, the huge bed stood in the middle, directly under the mirrors that found themselves on the ceiling. You ran your hand over the silky bedsheets, the sheer softness of them sending a shiver throughout your being. In the corner of a room stood a luxurious hot tub, the windows behind it looking out over the city. On the other side of the bedroom you spotted a lounging area and huge television. This place was fancy as fuck.

A knock at the door startled you as you were drawn from you inner thoughts. You watched as your pretend-husband opened it, helping the staff member haul your bags inside.

“Mister Brandy, if you’d let me”, he spoke, rolling a tray filled with desserts and champagne into the room. “It is our great pleasure to have you and your wife with us to celebrate something so special.”

“Pleasure’s all ours, thank you”, he ensured the man, smiling as he slipped him a hundred dollar bill.

The member of staff left without another words, leaving the two of you alone once again. “Well dearest wife, care for a toast?”, Jack taunted as he winked at you.

“I could do with a glass”, you chuckled as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

He popped the cork off, elegantly pouring two glasses before walking over to you. A smirk set on his lips as he handed you the glass, softly skimming his fingers across yours. The two of you clinked your glasses together before each taking a sip, his eyes focused on you the entire time.

You’d worked some cases with him before and were not to keen on working with him again. He always drove you crazy, the flirting and small touches made your mind wander to places really not appropriate for work. Jack was known to be flirtatious, you were well aware, but it was getting harder and harder for you to resist his attempts and caring gestures. Having to play his wife for the week surely wasn’t helping. The continuous strokes and embraces drove you more insane than he ever had.

“You need to get changed, event starts in less than an hour.” You looked up at him to find him already staring back at you, tilting his head in confusion. “You okay, doll?”

“Uh – yeah, was just thinking about how I’m going to get to him later”, you lied, getting up off the bed and carrying one of your suitcases to the bed.

“Intel is not sure he’ll be there tonight, but some of his people should. Just try to get around and talk to as many people as you need. It is absolutely crucial we find out his location tonight, Tequila will be on stake-out outside”, he informed while you slowly pulled a black bag out of your suitcase.

When you zipped it open it revealed a long, revealing, satin, maroon dress. You chuckled nervously upon seeing the thigh-slit. “I thought we were supposed to blend in.”

“You take the bathroom first, I’ll freshen up after you”, he instructed, handing you a small bag filled with toiletries.

The moment you left that bathroom all dressed up, was the moment Jack’s heart stopped. He felt the palpitations with every step you took, your heels clicking in time with the thumps in his chest. He cleared his throat, quickly disappearing into the bathroom to finish up as well. It wasn’t like him to lose his composure like that, he just didn’t expect you to look that sexy. The agent splashed some cold water on his face, patting it dry with a hand towel right after, not wanting to get his suit wet. He’d had his eye on you for quite a while now but had tried to keep things professional. The risks that came with being a Statesman weren’t minimal and even though you were a strong woman, he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. He decided to make the most of your fake marriage, seeing how he thought you had no interest in him like that whatsoever.

He calmy left the bathroom, telling you that it was time to go. You’d just finished strapping your gun to your upper right thigh, asking him if it was hidden alright. He nodded, urging you to follow him. The elevator ride was silent, awkwardly silent.

“You’re looking really dapper tonight, Daniels”, you started.

He scoffed, looking at you. “I look like a glorified hillbilly next to you… You look stunning, doll.”

You blushed a bit at that, taking his hand in your as you reached you designated floor. When you entered the banquet hall you felt overwhelmed by all the people and flashing lights, the jazz music a pleasant mitigator as Jack leaned over to you.

“See that lounge up the stairs, they’re with him, that’s where we need to go”, his breath was hot against your neck as he spoke, trying to avoid any further suspicion by kissing you there. “Our informant will introduce us to them and then it’s all us from there.” He pressed a peck to your cheek before breaking apart, dragging you through the crowd.

“Ah! The newlyweds!”, you informant laughed, engulfing the both of you in a hug. “If I may say”, he continued, grabbing a hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips and swiping his tongue across the wedding band, “you look amazing Miss.”

“Missus”, Jack corrected him, wrapping a protective arm around you.

The informant smirked, encouraging you to follow him. You got into the small lounging space without a problem, a waiter offering the three of you a drink, which Jack gratefully accepted.

“Emilio! Come meet my friends!”, your informant yelled, a scrawny-looking man walking over to the three of you. “These are the Brandy’s, the banker and his wife I told you about.”

“Ah yes, I remember you telling me about them. Forgive me, but your names seem to have slipped my mind”, Emilio smirked, shaking hands with the two of you.

“John Brandy, and this is my wife Leah, pleasure to meet you”, Jack grinned, his grip around your waist tightening ever so slightly.

“Leah, let me introduce you to my wives, by all means, join them for some games. I think me and your husband have some business to attend to”, the man suggested, though it sounded more like an order.

“Gladly, I’ll let the big boys get to work”, you taunted, not feeling to happy with the man’s derogatory attitude.

Jack smiled at you, proud at your daring character. He pressed a tender kiss to your lips before winking and walking away with the man, leaving you breathless. What. The. Fuck.

You quickly waved the thought and lingering burn of it away and you joined the women on the leather couches. While Jack was off talking with the righthand of your culprit, you worked on getting some information out of the girls. Your newly assigned mission become more and more successful with every drink the girls downed, their integrity and sworn secrecy decreasing with every sweet drop of liquor. Not to come off as suspicious, you drank along with them as well, or so it seemed, you kept dumping your glass into another girl’s, which went by unnoticed every time. You pretended to be just as drunk as them, giggling and flailing your arms as you spoke.

When Jack came back he wore a proud smile on his face until he spotted you. An adoring smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, okay, looks like someone’s done drinking for the night”, he chuckled as he took the glass from your hands.

You whined in response, making a bit of a fuss, as a drunk person might. He supported your weight as you slumped against him, Emilio and the informant giving Jack a knowing grin. “Take care of that one, Brandy. You’re lucky you found her before I did.”

He balled his hand in a fast, forcing a smile and nodding his head at them as he helped you to the exit. You were giggling and telling the wildest story as he pressed the elevator button. As soon as you stepped inside and the doors closed you stood up straight, sighing to yourself.

“Quite the performance y/l/n”, Jack joked.

“Why thank you agent Whiskey.”

Jack filled you and Tequila (over the earpiece) in about his newly acquired information, as did you.

“So he’s on the same floor? Just untouchable?”, Tequila questioned.

“Until tomorrow. I scored a meeting with him, though I doubt it’ll be any good, the guy’s got a whole army up there”, Jack replied, loosening up his tie.

“We’ll go from there, we did the best we could for tonight”, you said, bent down to take your heels off.

“She’s right, talk tomorrow Tequila”, Jack mumbled as the elevator dinged, signalling you’d reached your desired floor.

Another loaded silence filled the room as the two of you sat down on the couches. Jack was trying to keep himself from jumping you, your dress making it nearly impossible for him to think.

“You’re thinking too loud”, you joked, lifting up your dress to unstrap your gun from your thigh.

His eyes followed your every movement and lingered on the exposed flesh, his hardening length pressing against the fabric of his pants. “Sugar, I’m gonna need you to get changed.”

You raised your brow in confusion until you laid eyes on him. His hands were balled into fists on the armrests, eyes screwed shot, chest raising and falling with laboured breaths. A devilish smirk appeared on your face as you went to stand. “What’s wrong cowboy, thought you could deal with some heat?”

“Stop”, he warned, lustful eyes burning into yours.

“I don’t know, I quite enjoy seeing you so… desperate.”

And there it was, with a swift tug on your lower arm he pulled you on top of him. Faces only inches apart. His hand hovered over your exposed back, suddenly pushing you into him, hungry lips devouring yours. You let out a moan as his tongue swiped across your plump lips, keenly allowing him entrance. His tongue stroked yours lovingly, his hands wandering over your body through your dress.

He picked you up, bringing you over to the bed and dragged the zipper on your side down as he gently laid you flat on your back. “As much as I love this little number on you, I’d much prefer to have it on the ground right about now.”

“By all means Mister Brandy, do what you must”, you purred as you pushed his jacket over his broad shoulders. A grunt sounded form his chest as he lifted the satin fabric over your head, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lacey thongs.

“Fuck doll, you look amazing. I’ve been dreaming of this”, he mused, hurriedly opening the buttons of his dress shirt, letting it cascade onto the hardwood floors.

You tugged on his belt as he kissed along your collarbones, hands cupping your naked breasts ever so gently. When the buckle gave way you opened the button, pushing his pants down his ass, further sliding them down with your feet, until they also hit the floor.

He softly caressed your cheekbone as he hummed: “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You smirked before rolling him over, smoothly climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. “What’s wrong Jack? Nervous?”, you taunted, softly sucking on the skin of his neck.

The man groaned, roughly grabbing your ass with one hand while the other brought your face back up to his. “I’m not sure I can keep things professional if we do this.”

Your lips slowly covered his again, as you started slowly moving back and forth against his crotch. His tongue became more needy and fervent, his body aching with anticipation. “As if they every were in the first place. I can’t stop thinking about you either”, you uttered, cupping his bulge through his boxers while leaning down to catch his lips in another searing kiss.

He grabbed onto your hips as you dragged his underwear down, encouraging you to just get on with it already. With his boxers halfway down his thighs and your thongs hastily shoved to the side, you slowly sunk down on his erection. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you slowly took in every inch of him. He grunted from the sensation and divine sight in front of him, his hands coming up the squeeze your breasts, making you gasp. You slowly started moving your hips when suddenly you heard a familiar voice coming from the hallway. Jack was groaning beneath you, eyes closed and blissfully unaware. You quickly covered his mouth with your hand, stilling your movements as you focused on the noises outside.

“Fuck, that’s him”, you cursed as you got off of him, slipping his shirt on before grabbing your gun.

Jack watched you, visibly confused. “Darlin’, I’m gonna need an explanation here”, he chuckled as he watched you, putting his boxers back on.

You quietly opened the door, motioning for him to shut up as well. Your suspicions were confirmed as you saw your target right down the hallway. Without a doubt, you screwed the silencer onto the barrel of your fun. Jack promptly came up behind you, electric lasso in hand. The two of you shared a knowing look before you stepped out into the hallway, barely covered up.

With two shots his bodyguards were taken care of and within seconds your target was trapped within the grip of Jack’s lasso. You walked up to him, expertly catching the cuffs Jack tossed over to you before fastening them around the man’s wrists.

“Did I interrupt something important here?”, the culprit joked, eyes locked on your barely covered form.

“Where the hell are your manners?”, Jack let out, carelessly knocking the man out. “Don’t you ever disrespect a lady like that.”

You wore a confident smile, hands on your hips as you locked eyes with him. “Tequila will be up in a second, how about you and I get back to that suite?”

“Who am I to deny my wife on the night of her honeymoon.”

He swept you off your feet, carrying you back into the room and kicking the door shut.

“You wish cowboy”, you laughed, slipping off the wedding band.

“Keep that on doll, it suits you”, he uttered, pressing a fiery kiss to your mouth.

“Maybe one day when you give me one yourself.”

#pedro pascal #agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman #statesman #imagine

[baku-no-alt]

last call

mugen x reader

for my darling leese, who holds a special place in my heart. the mugen to my jin, the prawns to my shrimp, the weese to my gorge, the cornerstone of the ot3 - happy birthday. you deserve everything in the world and more. 

p.s. pls watch sam champ if you haven’t already 

for weese’s birthday bash discord collab: masterlist here!

cw: this fic is 18+, smut, swearing, violence, drinking

tagging: @rat-suki, @bakatenshii, @mindninjax, @yukiimanic, @theygottheircages, @blahkugo, @sanguinekeigo

He’s come through your village twice now, actually. 

He always brings pointless violence. And his barbaric personality.

And his unending stupidity. 

He’s never been here this late, though. You were about to close up when he came through the door - with a slight limp, maybe? 

“Can I get a drink?” he asks you, sitting in the same barstool he always does, stretching over the back of the chair lazily. You hear his spine pop - once, twice. 

You suck at your teeth, roll your eyes. “Pay me for the last time you were here and maybe I’ll pour you some sake.” 

He brings his body forward again, slams his hands down on the bartop. His head and neck follow last and he faces you, eyes dark under his thick mane of hair, chin jutted out in almost child-like defiance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he coos, but the toothy grin plastered on his face says otherwise. 

You groan, gripping the wood on your side of the bar, knuckles white with frustration. Your eyes flick over to the sword strapped across his back. He’s watching you, watching your movements, tracing the path of your gaze. When you settle back on his face, you notice the cuts and bruises.

You admit to yourself that perhaps his violence wasn’t actually pointless, and perhaps he wasn’t so barbaric. This tornado of a man only comes through your village when he’s needed - when violent crimes are on the rise and he can make some quick money by snuffing out the perpetrators.

Maybe he doesn’t live a completely moral life, but you can’t deny that you feel like you owe him some gratitude for the ways in which he’s helped your people. 

You know that he knows he’s already won, and you let out a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fine, Mugen, but just one or two drinks and then I’m closing up.”

“Hey, that’s my girl.” He winks, and you don’t know if it’s the flirting or the deep rasp of his voice that sets your cheeks on fire. 

You pour two glasses of sake and hold yours up to him. “Cheers,” you mumble. He clinks his glass with your and you both sip in silence. You run a cleaning rag over the bartop and count the day’s profits.

He finishes his first drink and you pour him another. “That’s the last one,” you tell him. “I have to wake up early tomorrow so I need you to get out.” 

“You can just lock me in here for the night, baby.” He holds his arms out, eyebrows raised.

You scoff, shaking your head, but you smile. “No, Mugen.” You jut your chin out at him, just the way he’d done to you before. “Finish up. I wanna go home.” 

“I wanna go home,” he mocks your tone, sticks out his tongue, but reaches into his pocket to pull out a few silver pieces. He holds them in the palm of his hand, open for you to take. 

You eye him suspiciously, and then take the pieces out of his hand. Your fingers graze against his palm. It’s warm, calloused. You pause when you see the blue tattoos lining his wrists. You want to reach out with your fingers and trace the lines, wondering if the inked skin feels different.  

But you don’t; instead, you take the money and put it away with the rest of the day’s cash.

Mugen downs the rest of his drink in one go, and when you’re finished cleaning the glass, he stands up and yawns, scratching at his neck. You grab your bag and shawl and you walk out of the bar together. 

“Let me walk you home,” Mugen mumbles as you’re locking the door. 

You shake your head, wave him off. “It’s a short walk, I’ll be fine.”

Despite your protests, he follows you anyways, and you eventually (begrudgingly) allow him to walk alongside you. 

“Where are you going to go next?” you ask, glancing up at him. He towers over you, at least a foot and half taller. You feel small next to him, and for some reason that pleases you. 

Mugen shrugs. “Heard there’s some pirates a few towns over. Might go check that out.”

“Don’t you ever get scared?” You know you’re just inflating his ego now, but you like to see him smile. 

“‘Course not, babe.” He grins, drapes an arm around your shoulder. “I’m the best there is.” Then he stops walking.

Abruptly, he swings you into a nearby alley. Your back hits the wall and you’re about to scream in alarm when his large hand comes to cover your mouth, the other cradling the back of your head so it doesn’t slam against the wood behind you. 

You should be scared, but being so close to him sends a wave of heat rippling through your body. Your back arches away from the wall and you grip his arms, digging your fingernails into his skin and groaning. 

“Shut up,” he whispers in your ear, which earns him a look of incredulity from you. “We’re being followed,” he continues, and you stop moving immediately. “Looks like I missed one of those bastards.” He finally removes his hands from your face. “Stay here,” he instructs you, “and don’t make a sound.” 

He reaches behind him, gripping the hilt of his sword, and runs back into the street, silent as the night. You clap your hands over your mouth and screw your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. Your heart thunders in your chest and you try to listen for any sign of Mugen or the man who was following you.

When your breathing slows, you brush your fingertips against your lips, where his hands had just been. Thinking about the pressure of his hand on your mouth makes you squirm, rubbing your legs together and you don’t know why, this is ridiculous, you’re literally being followed by a psychopath and all you can think about is wanting to-

Footsteps come closer and you recognize the sound of wooden sandals on dirt. You breathe a sigh of relief and crane your head towards the street, waiting for Mugen to give you an all clear. 

But it’s not Mugen who rounds the corner - it’s a man you don’t recognize. Your blood runs cold and you back up a few steps, looking around frantically for an out, but the alley is a dead end and oh fuck he’s got a knife. 

“Don’t come closer,” you stammer, hands balling into fists. 

The man doesn’t reply, just continues advancing, and you keep backing up until you hit the back wall of the alley. He grins and you whimper, shutting your eyes, and wait for the blade to come down.

The sound of the blade moving through skin makes you grit your teeth, but you don’t feel any pain. Am I dying? You carefully open one eye and the man is still standing before you, arm raised. 

His knife falls out of his hand and clatters on the ground. Only then do you see the end of Mugen’s sword sticking through his chest. You let out a sound that’s something between a laugh and a groan, and the man finally falls over.

“My bad, didn’t mean for you to have to see that,” Mugen says nonchalantly, pulling his sword ungracefully out of the man’s body. “So, where’s your-” 

“You shut up.” You grab him by his shirt and pull him towards you, your lips crashing clumsily on his. 

He’s struck dumb for a moment, and then remembers himself and kisses you back earnestly, hands roaming over your body and coming to rest at the small of your back. You reach up, weaving your fingers through his hair, and then you give a light tug. 

Mugen breaks away from away, letting out a small moan. “Took you long enough to-” 

“I said shut up,” you cut him off, annoyed, “don’t ruin it.”

He smirks, and then his hands ghost over your ass before picking you up by your thighs and lifting you up, resting your back against the wall. Your legs wrap around his torso, and he pushes himself against you. You can feel the bulge in his pants brushing against your core. 

“You liked this earlier, didn’t you?” he whispers devilishly in your ear. You swallow hard and let out a shaky breath, eyes rolling back. “You like it when I’m rough with you?” he leaves sloppy kisses and bites on your throat. 

You focus your vision again, see the dead man in the corner of your eye, and it jolts you back to your senses. Something dark in you takes over and you pull Mugen away from your neck by his hair. 

“I like it when you kill for me.” you purr. 

And then something comes alive in both of you, like a switch had been flipped. 

His hand grips your throat and he thrusts against you again and you whine. “I would kill anyone for you,” he says gruffly, almost feral. 

You grab the fabric of his shirt and ball it in your fists as he pulls down your shirt to expose your breasts and then buries his face in them, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin near your nipples. 

Slowly you lower your feet to the ground and regain your balance. Then your hand reaches down to cup his dick, now straining against the fabric of his pants. He groans into your chest. 

You bite your lip. “Let me repay you,” you whisper, words coated with lust, “for saving my life.” You run your fingers along his arms, his chest, as you bring yourself down to your knees. You pull down his pants enough just to expose his cock, and lick one long stripe from the base all the way up to his head. 

“Shit.” Mugen inhales sharply and uses one hand to brace himself against the wall. The other is tangled in your hair. 

You look up at him through your lashes before taking as much of him as you can into your mouth. Your head bobs along his length rhythmically and every now and then he thrusts into you, causing you to gag. 

You can tell he likes that part the best. 

When he’s near his limit, he pulls himself out of your mouth and hoists you up. “Wanna cum inside you,” he mumbles. 

“My house is only a few doors down,” you reply, adjusting your kimono. 

You leave the dead man lying in the alley.

-

You’re already halfway undressed when Mugen throws you down on your bed and crawls over you, trapping your head between his arms. The bright blue tattoos on his wrists catch your eye again, and this time you do trace the ink on his skin. With your tongue. He watches you carefully, then dips one, two fingers in your mouth and you suck obediently. He tastes salty and earthy, not as bad as you would have thought. 

"Little whore," he mumbles, and you bite down on his fingers in retaliation, which makes him laugh. 

Mugen undresses himself and then helps you take off the rest of your clothing, exposing your entire body to him. He kisses your lips, your breasts, before moving down your stomach and settling between your thighs. Heat rises to your cheeks at the thought of yourself spread out before him. 

“You seem like you’ve had some experience,” he jokes, and your cheeks burn hotter. “I have, too.” 

You bite on the fleshy part of your palm to muffle yourself when he lays his tongue flat against your cunt, and then starts lapping against your clit. You can feel the mixture of your wetness and his juices running down your slit before he gathers some up and adds a few fingers pumping in and out of your hole.

Your hand does little to quiet your moans as you get closer to your climax, and Mugen can tell - his finger fucking gets faster and he groans against your cunt.  “Gonna cum for me?” he takes his mouth of your pussy for a moment to ask you the question. 

“Don’t stop-” you nearly shriek, crying out in frustration. You’re so close; Mugen grins and finally continues to lap at your clit, and you pull at your own hair, run your hands over your body, ghost your fingers over your nipples and pinch -

In seconds, your orgasm crashes over you, and you’re delirious, mumbling yes, Mugen, yesyesyes, Mugen, incoherently. He takes such delight in the way your legs shake, and he laughs while he overstimulates your clit, watching you squirm to get away from the intense sensation.

“Did that feel good?” he teases you as he crawls on top of you again, pumping himself a few times. You nod weakly and then he’s at your entrance, gently gliding his dick along your slick folds.

Then he sheathes himself inside you. 

The stretching pain subsides and then he’s ramming into you while you desperately try to regain your senses. You feel like an animal, pinned underneath him, and yet you want to get closer, you want him to consume you completely.

“More,” you choke out, “harder.” 

He flips you over and  fucks you from behind, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours is absolutely delicious. He grabs your hair and pulls, and the pain makes your eyes roll into the back of your skull in ecstasy. He hits your sweet spot over and over, and your legs start to shake again as you get close to your second orgasm. Mugen holds on tightly to your hips, using them as leverage to bury himself deeper inside you.

"You gonna cum on my cock, baby?"

You whimper and reach your hand back, finding his wrist and grasping it tightly in response. 

"Good girl.” His voice is dark, laced with lust, and you think about how strong he is, how many people he’s killed, that he could end you in a second if he wanted to.

And that's it for you. 

You shove your face into your pillow and grip at your sheets when you cum, Mugen’s pace unrelenting throughout your high. When you come down, the emotions of the night hit you and suddenly you’re crying and it bewilders you.

Mugen pulls you all the way up so that your back is flush against his chest, and he catches a glimpse of your tear-stained face in a mirror placed in the corner of your room. “Fuck,” he hisses; the sight of your perfect face ruined by him is going straight to his dick. 

He sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck and you feel him shudder. He thrusts into you a few more times before he finishes inside you, and you both collapse on the bed.

“So,” he says while you both lay there panting, “I don't really have anywhere to go… can I stay here for the night?”

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