#god i want to push the pins in so fucking BAD. christ

[hydatiid]

bald headed bitch

#god i want to push the pins in so fucking BAD. christ #dont look at them #anyway this pic was just for fun 4 a friend #pinhead #myart

[toxicanonymity]

Clock

1750 words, stepdad!Joel x f!reader

stepdad master SUMMARY: Morning after your first time, you and Joel are still in bed and don't get out during this part. PWP CAN READ ALONE. WARNINGS: I8+ stepcest, horny fluff, very connected, unsafe P in V, begging, massive creampie, swaddling, light pulling of Joel's hair, implied possible tears, avoiding real life.

A/N: yes app possibilities were limited for this one LOL also this one goes out to @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog .

Just as you're falling asleep, you hear Joel sniffling softly. "What's wrong," you whisper. You put your cheek against his and it's still damp. 

"Nothing," he says. "Just feel lucky." He kisses you on your forehead then scoots up a little on the bed to nestle your head under his and hug you tighter. You don't say anything, just drift off in his arms.

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After just a few hours of sleep, you wake up with Joel’s muscular arms shifting around you.  You’re both naked and you’re still facing each other on your sides.  It's as if you barely moved since going to sleep.  One arm is over you and the other is under your pillow, under your neck. He's holding you and hasn't let go. When you register the shape of his warm, hard cock pressed upright against your thigh, your clit twitches. 

You’re not sure he’s awake.  For a minute, you watch his face and listen to his breathing, fighting the urge to  reach down and put him back inside you. You want to see how he acts before you make a move. You're afraid he’ll freak out once he remembers what the two of you have done. 

Joel lets out a short, “Mm” and his cock jumps against you. You peek under the covers,and your breath hitches at the sight of his arousal, stiff and weeping.  You close your eyes and brush your nose against his to wake him up. He sniffs at the contact, then sighs your name. Fingers spreading out, his hand on your back begins to roam and he hums a longer, more awake “Mmm,” as his hand slides down to your ass, then pulls you close against him. “Fuck,” he whispers into your cheek and kneads the plush of your butt cheek.

He thrusts against you and breathes, “That was everything.”  He slowly grinds into you, sucking in a deep breath through his mouth. “Everything I wanted.” No regrets detected. Relief washes over you and happiness pulls at your tear ducts. Joel groans weakly as his cock ruts against you, impossibly stiff. He adds, “But now I just want more" and tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. His dick twitches against your thigh and stiffens more. 

"Me too" you sigh, and lean your forehead against his. 

He takes in a deep breath.  “Christ,” he exhales.  “You felt like heaven.” 

He shifts his hip so his hard cock unsticks from your thigh, then he pins it up against your mound and groans. Your elbow is hanging over his side and you’re tracing the muscles of his back.  

You hook your knee over his ass, tilting your hips up so your dripping seam slides along his throbbing manhood. You want him inside you even more than you wanted him last night, if that's possible. Some foolish part of you thought you wouldn't ache quite as desperately for him once you had him. 

“God damn, I want you,” he breathes, then his voice becomes more gruff. “Want you all for me.” He rubs up against you and your body needs him in you, so bad. "Need you, baby," he whispers with another thrust against you. "Need to have you." 

He shifts his hips and his cock finds your entrance.  Your cunt catches his tip with a tilt of your hips and you gasp at the first prod of his swollen tip into your ample wetness. You pull your face back just enough to look at him, with his cock-head just inside you.  His eyes are a little watery, still sleepy, a bit puffy from last night. His pupils are blown wide.  He reads your face, looks at your mouth, , then his eyelids slowly fall and his face drifts toward yours.  Your lips connect softly as he pushes his cock in your needy warmth. 

His shaft slides into you snugly, and he uses his grip on your ass to bottom out with an “Mmm” into your mouth. He stays there, all the way inside you, just like the night before. He groans like he couldn’t bear to take even an inch of himself out of you.  You would love to wake up like this every day. 

“I could just live here,” he says hoarsely, and your heart jumps. 

“Here?” you ask softly. 

“Your body,” he whispers and the words rush through your blood, puckering your nipples, wrapping your leg tighter around him, squeezing his cock with your walls. You use your leg to pull yourself tighter against him, wanting as much of him as you can have. You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He takes it hungrily, sucking it in, feeding your mouth his own tongue. He draws back his cock, then plunges to the hilt with a grunt and stays all the way inside again.  He latches onto your neck and sucks. Still sucking your neck, he moves his cock in short pulses. He wants to be all the way inside. He wants to live there. But his hips can't help but move. 

His lips release the delicate skin of your neck and he murmurs, "Nowhere I’d rather be." His cock slowly retreats then slides all the way in again with a sigh.  The next time, he doesn’t hesitate as much.  The pursuit of friction, the need to feel every ridge of your cunt massaging his shaft overtakes the need to occupy every inch of your body. The arm under you flexes as that hand comes to your hair.  He cradles your head. 

His hips settle into a slow rhythm, with his thrusts smooth and powerful.  He savors every inch of you every time, sighing as he bottoms out.  He breathes heavily and grunts. “Fuck, baby.” He feels like a dream. This perfect cock feels like a dream. All his skin against yours. For a moment you pray it's not a dream – his showing up in the middle of the night, giving you what you wanted. Doing it again in the morning with no need to discuss.

He moans as your walls hug him with his every move inside you.  "This is real, sweetheart," he musters as though reading your mind. "We're –ohhh–doin' this,” he says to himself. “Fuck, thank god,” he adds, leaving no room to wonder whether he thinks it's a good thing. His thrusts pick up power and his moans strengthen. 

He breathes vocally, slowly burying his length in you with a hand on your ass, fingers pressed into your flesh. His fingers dig into you so desperately it might bruise. The way he moves tells you he's hell bent on keeping your bodies as close as possible. Tension is coming to a boil in your gut.  He breathes louder, and his breath is hot against your cheek. He stays deep and grinds, making your clit twitch, grunting with every small push of his hips. 

"C'mon, sweetheart," he growls in your ear. "Ohh, god."

Your hips grind into his and you moan, "J-Joel–ohhh, Joel, I'm–"

 “C'mon, baby," he breathes. "need to fill you—ohhh–fill you up,” he pants. "Oh god I need to, baby—mmmgh" 

The sound of it has your climax in reach. One more grind into him and you're there. 

"Jo-ohhhh," you sigh as the tension snaps and pleasure washes over you. You spasm and jerk into him and can’t form words, you can only whine. You want it bad. You want his cum. 

He pants, “Can I–uggghhh–can I do that, sweetheart?” His cock twitches as he bottoms out again then pulls back. 

You fist his hair and moan as you pulse. “Joel,” you whine and begin to gush around his cock–"ohhh,” gently pulling his hair.

“Can,” he pants, “Can I come in-ohhhh–nngg inside,” he whines. "Please." You pull his head back and his eyes glisten. 

You’re nodding and manage to sputter out, “Y–yeah,” then a sigh, "God, do it."  You're so full of his cock already and you ache to feel him cum. You repeat, “do it, Joel,” more forcefully.

"God, yeah," he breathes, then his lips sloppily find yours.  As his tongue gently breaches your mouth, he grabs your ass and slams into you with a guttural "Mmm" into your mouth.  His other hand holds your head, pulling your face into his as his hips thrust him into you at just the right angle. 

His cock throbs massively, pushing against your walls.  In huge bursts, he releases an unfathomable load.  He continues short, slow thrusts of his cock deep inside you. With a grunt and a burst of warmth every few seconds, it seems to last forever. It must be as much as he came last night. It feels like more with it inside you. It's dripping down his cock while he's still cumming. It’s already overflowing. He sighs your name with his last pulse. 

He stays inside. He sighs your name again. "You feel like fuckin' heaven, (a pained sigh), I swear to God." You're full, you're spent. With his cum filling you all the way up and also coating your inner thighs, you fall back asleep. 

You wake up to Joel's phone ringing. You don't even remember seeing his phone last night, but apparently it's on the floor. You pull your sticky thighs apart and begin to roll over to reach for his phone on the floor and he protests, "no," as his cock slides out of you. "Ugh," he sighs. He scoots toward you and pulls you back into a spoon, stopping you from reaching it. "Not worried about it," he sighs into your neck as it stops ringing. 

He really doesn’t want this to ever end.  Neither do you, or you’d be in the shower by now.  You settle back into him spooning you, hugging you. Your skin is hot with feelings.  Eventually, you fall back asleep.  

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When you wake up again, Joel is still dead asleep, borderline snoring, but in a cute way, not obnoxious.  Your phone is on the other side of the bed, but his arms have loosened enough that you're able to roll away and reach down to check his phone for the time. As you roll over, you can feel some of his cum trickling out of you.

You pick up his phone, turn on the screen, and see It's well after noon.  The call was from Tommy.  The lock screen is a picture of you, Joel, and your mom. But the photo is positioned on the screen in a way that only you and Joel are showing. 

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[bellewintersroe]

Carlos Sainz x CelebEx! Reader 18+.

Carlos’ ex, world famous model, actress and, much loved F1 presenter, Lila Maynard bumps into him during the Italian GP and she confronts him about his hypocrisy 🙄🙄 (arguments and ensue and we see how Carlos most definitely makes it up to Lila).

what do you all think of Isa’s tik toks? I’m living for her liking all the shady comments, she’s a queen.

“Tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a te!” I winced in confusion, recognising the tune of ‘Happy birthday’ being chimed out in Italian. September 1st, there was only one person I knew celebrated on that day and that was my ex boyfriend of six months, Carlos Sainz. Fuck. “Tanti auguri a Carlos, tanti auguri a te!”

“Hip, hip hooray.” I sarcastically muttered to myself, keeping my head down and walking out of the hotel, a wall separating the Carlos frenzy crowd and I. Thank god, my stomach churned just at the thought of catching sight of my ex boyfriend. We had been separated for almost six months, and not spoken in five. Despite working on the grid, interviewing drivers I was strictly able to avoid the Ferrari garages, occasionally I’d go speak with Charles, but it was difficult seeing as Carlos was always nearby, watching me with these puppy eyes that made me want to gauge my eyes out. You see, Carlos seemed to move on pretty quickly with a beautiful model, our two year relationship clearly meaning nothing more than one month to him. Four weeks. That’s all it took, it sickened me to the core. I still had an internalised anger directed towards him, but it was squashed when I stepped out from behind the wall and was suddenly face to face with an innocent looking Carlos.

Hooray…

My breath hitched and out of pure panic, I began with a breathless; “happy-” but I was cut off when a beautiful, tall brunette appeared by Carlos’ side. Carlos looked stunned, mouth open as his eyes were wide staring at me. The girl looked me up and down before staring right back to the Spanish man. She hooked her arm around his protectively. My jaw fell slightly agape and I nudged my chin up in acknowledgement. “-Birthday.” The words fell flat, as did the harsh pounding of my heart. It dropped all the way to the bottom of my stomach as I turned away in a revolted shock.

I strode straight past him, plastering the most fake smile over my face as I waved to people yelling out my name. As soon as I climbed in the back of the car I was a trembling mess. Jesus fucking Christ, that couldn’t have been more awkward. I felt the tears well up as I stared directly down to my cream pants, the camera flashes from out the window capturing me in the most vulnerable moment as I attempted to shield my face, swiping at the tears. Hours later, the images were sprawled all across social media. Images of my head down, tears stained down my cheeks, images of me directly across from Carlos, stood face to face with him and the girl pinned as his new ‘lover’. It wasn’t the same girl as I’d seen all over tik tok, Instagram and Twitter all those months ago. Still, it bothered me. Really bad. It seemed social media was having a frenzy over the cringe worthy interaction, people were trolling Carlos saying it was his ‘birthday canon event’ to bump into me. I truly had no desire to head out that evening, but I knew wallowing in a hotel room on a Friday night would do me no good, so I was two glasses of wine down with three of my friends when I heard a very familiar tune. “Tanti auguri a te…” I groaned, dropping my head onto my arm, rested on the table below. “End my fucking life. Now.” I muttered.

“Oh, Lila.” Taylor sighed, twisting a strand of my hair. Listening to what seemed to be the whole bar singing happy birthday to my ex boyfriend was the final straw for me, I took off early. But not before I took one final trip to the toilet.

On my way out, I audibly sighed at the heavy feeling lingering over my chest. When would this ever end? I pushed my lipgloss and phone back into my bag as I stepped out from around the corner. I wasn’t looking where I was going and bumped directly into another body.

“Oh, fuck!” I blinked a few times, stepping back. “I’m so sorry-” my apology fell flat when I looked up and caught sight of the stranger- stranger.

“I- wanted to talk to you…” two pairs of familiar hands were on my shoulders, easing me as my stomach filled with nerves instantaneously. It was Carlos. He must’ve heard the way my breath hitched, his hands slowly dropping as we just stared back to one another.

“Talk to me?” I swallowed, “in the girls bathroom?”

“Actually… here is fine, Lila.” My eyes fluttered shut as I pitched the bridge of my nose momentarily. “I- look, happy birthday and well done in practice and all, but- I-I really don’t want to do this Carlos.” I admitted as he swallowed harshly. The first thing that gave away he was nervous.

“I just wanted to say sorry from earlier.” The Spanish man muttered. I avoided looking at him, if I stared for too long I’d fall in love or a deep hatred all over again for him. Maybe both. I didn’t want to know how his hair was longer, or his smile didn’t blossom so big anymore- the small details like scars, freckles, things that would all come back to me if I looked at him a little too long.

“Why? What-what about earlier?” I stammered.

“I saw you upset. I don’t want to make you upset.” My jaw tensed as I stared down to the floor below. “I- can you look at me?” He attempted to reach forwards, but I took a whole step back.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, Carlos. I can’t.” I responded firmly. “You can’t look at me?” He sounded hurt now, exactly how I’d been feeling all day. For the past six months in fact. Maybe I was being irrational, but it didn’t bother me to care, I felt so humiliated and betrayed by this man, worst of all I still loved him. If I looked back at him I know I’d break down.

“Please.” He lowered his voice, stepping ever so slightly forwards as I felt my eyes prick, my teeth grinding down on a certain point of my cheek to prevent any from falling. “Let me explain, Lila, everything.” His voice was on edge, cracking with each word. There went the tears. I blinked up, rolling my eyes at my pathetic ability to hold any tears away. I wiped at the one that fell quickly. He looked taken back, saddened, just as he was about to reach forwards to console me, I thought, fuck it, what’s the point in holding back now? “Explain what? How you moved on after four fucking weeks Carlos? Or-or why you’re talking to me when your fucking girlfriend is sat in there.” My hand gestured as I spoke harshly. I stared directly back to him, he was shaking his head in rejection of my words and it fired me up almost instantly. “No-”

“Oh, don’t even try to deny it. I saw everything, all the models, all the yachts, were you spiteful of me?? For making the decision to end something that wasn’t fucking leading anywhere?” Maybe that wasn’t so correct, but in my blinded rage I didn’t care, I wanted my words to be as harsh as possible. I wanted to cause maximum disruption the way he’d caused me. Maybe that was the wine talking… or maybe it wasn’t… “No, no.” He shook his head, the frustration growing on his face. “We are not doing this here, bebé.” The accidental pet name flew a dagger directly into my chest, twisting and snagging on my heart the longer I stared back to him.

“I’m not your-” I cut myself off seeing another, oddly familiar face walking around the corner. I was sure she was extremely familiar to Carlos too.

“Carlos… what’s going on?” The English girl questioned, she eyed back to me and in that moment I felt uncomfortably sorrowful for her. She hadn’t exactly done anything wrong.

“I’m just… sorting some things out, I’m sorry, you should go.” He muttered as I cringed for the girl, my stomach churning at the rejection. Although it was deep down what I wanted, that was an extremely spiteful thought of me.

“Okay.” She awkwardly spoke, eyeing me up once more. “I am sorry.” Carlos muttered. “Um… it’s fine.” The poor girl paused for a couple more seconds, obviously contemplating what the hell had just happened. I could only stare at the wall in complete awkwardness, questioning how this could possibly get any worse? Part of me just wanted to walk away, the other part of me physically and emotionally couldn’t. Carlos let out a deep sigh once she’s headed around the corner, away from the two of us. “I had only met her twice.” He spoke, much calmer now. “That was mean.” “I know..” he quietly spoke as a silence took over us when a few more people walked past to go into the toilets.

“Was that who I thought it was?” One girl muttered to her friend, her voice echoing down the hallway. “Should we ask for a picture?”

“Lila, please. Can we go somewhere quieter.” Carlos asked at the perfect time. Hearing the girls turning around I or back up to him, desperate to avoid the eyes of onlooker that could spread dreaded tales around social media. Carlos took me to an empty room upstairs, nobody was there, no staff, nothing. He locked the huge wooden door behind us both as I awkwardly lingered by a table. It must’ve been some kind of function room, a small one that wasn’t in use. I was positive we weren’t allowed up here, but from the looks of things, nobody noticed, and the cameras were all pulled from their hinges, hanging off wires sadly. “I had only met her twice.” Carlos repeated his words from downstairs. I leant back on a table as he stood in front of me, pacing slightly. “And your girlfriend on the yacht?” I stared to the ground below. You could feel the vibrations from the music, and as the clock was striking 9 I slowly lost any desire to be in here.

“Not my girlfriend.” He shook his head. “I needed a- distraction.” He fumbled over his English slightly as my heart swelled. I dragged my nails slightly over the skin in a bid to rid the warm feeling.

“Estaba enojado.” (I was angry). His voice sounded more deflated as he stood still, picking the wood of the table below. “Why?” My voice borderline whispered. “Because…” he began in English again but his voice came to an abrupt stop. “Porque pensé que ya no me amabas.” (Because I thought you did not love me anymore).

It took me a couple seconds to piece the Spanish together. “What does that-” I froze, head tilting up to him. “You didn’t think I loved you anymore?”

Carlos shook his head, tensing his jaw as he stared down to the table below. “So-so you wanted to back at me?” My voice lowered, the anger sizzling out of my body. The thought of him believing I didn’t love him hurt. It made me feel sorrowful, remorseful, and for the first time, understanding of why he did what he did.

Carlos now nodded with a yes and I pushed myself to stand up straighter, so we were a little closer. “I always loved you. I still do.” I watched his movements stop at my admission.

“That’s why it just hurt so bad to- to see them in my place after four weeks.”

“It was 3.” He then commented as I froze again. “3 weeks. If we are being honest.”

A dizziness ran through me, a sickness like no other as I stared back to him now, bottom lip trembling.

“Me convierte en una mala persona.” “Stop with the Spanish, I don’t understand.” My voice trembled as his head snapped up. He always spoke Spanish as a safety barrier, so I couldn’t exactly always tell what he was opening up about, especially when he was nervous. “It makes me a bad person, Lila.” He reached out, smoothing a hand over my cheek. I shook my head as a ‘no’ but he had already began nodding. “Yes.”

I nudged his hand away, my head dropping as I let out as light sob. “No, no, no.” He panicked, “ven aquí.” (Come here). Carlos pulled me into his chest as I attempted to hold back the cries I wanted so desperately to let out.

“No, no, no.” He muttered again, rubbing up and down my bare arm as I took a deep breath, wiping under my eyes carefully. “They didn’t come close.” Carlos then spoke. “They didn’t come close to you. I love you, and always you.” His words festered something deep inside of me, a feeling that I couldn’t control. It was the exact same warmth and comfort I felt around him, the way our soul’s felt connected- it was an irreplaceable feeling to say the least.

“Carlos.” I whispered, turning up as he began using his thumbs to swipe away my tears. “I hate you.” I whispered, the words lacking any sense or meaning as he sadly smiled, running a hand down my hair. “I know.”

“I really hate you.” I pathetically spoke, both his hands holding either side of my face. He looked mesmerised, strands of hair was brushed over my face, his mouth was agape as we both stepped closer.

“I know.” Carlos muttered even quieter, his head dropping as my eyes fell onto his lips. On my toes, I met him half way. I love you… I didn’t know what was happening in that moment, but it was like we automatically met half way, our lips landing on one another’s in a hungry kiss. Our teeth clashed dramatically, body’s bouncing against the tables and chairs behind us, all without breaking apart the kiss.

My hands pulled him closer, desperate to feel him, all of him. One of his hands firmly held the back of my head, the other pulled my waist into his, forcing our bodies tightly together. A desperation inside me mixed with how heated the kiss was had my hands flying towards his belt. “Please. Carlos, please.” I whispered, giving into all attempts of putting a barrier up. I needed him, and he needed me. He let out a slight moan of agreement, refusing to the break the kiss.

I began undoing his belt swiftly, feeling his hands tug up on the short dress I wore as he fell to his knees. My hands disconnected from his belt and held onto the table behind me for stability. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I couldn’t even think straight as he yanked my underwear down, not even getting them fully off my legs before his mouth attached to my pussy.

“Oh- fuck.” I gasped, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable sensation. His tongue was warm and wet against my core, his fingers tightened around my hips, yanking them up onto the table once he’d freed me from my underwear. I didn’t bother being quiet, the music downstairs would drown out my moans, and I was pretty sure nobody would venture up here anyway.

“Carlos.” I gasped, my fingers tugging on the ends of his long hair, the familiarity driving me insane as I dropped my head back, riding his mouth as he slurped and licked, groaning against my pussy as he pushed his mouth deeper, sucking and nipping.

I let out a cry of pleasure, tugging harshly at his locks until he let out a moan at the pain, breaking apart. He stared at me for a second, a look of complete shock in his eyes. There was a second just of our heavy breathing before he moved back in, pushing my thighs further apart, biting at my flesh, kissing and licking.

“Please.” I begged for nothing in particular. “Please, please.” My head fell up to the wooden roof, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt him move up, the sound of his belt fully unbuckling stirred me again, Carlos tucked his hand, engulfing the back of my head and pushing his forehead against my own.

“Nadie comparado contigo.” (Nobody compared to you). I moaned at the familiarity of his words, feeling the tip of his cock push against my entrance.

“Te amo. te amo.” (I love you. I love you). Carlos filled me up, wiping at the tear stains on my cheeks, lips pressed against to my forehead as his hot breath fanned against my skin. I shuddered at the fullness he made me feel, fingers snatching at the smooth of his shirt, bunching it up as it untucked from his pants below. I kissed him tenderly, feeling the thrusts of his hips begin. Carlos moved closer, nudging his face up against the side of mine, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. With each moan and breath he took, it heightened my own pleasure.

Our breaths and pants mixed together, the table squeaked and scraped on the floor below, Carlos slammed a hand down, groaning as he bit into my shoulder, pushing down the spaghetti straps as I freed my breasts, allowing him to grab a handful. His eyes roamed over my face, my eyes, lips, breasts, where he fucked into me, he was beginning to sweat, moving constantly between kissing me and pulling back to thrust into me faster, harder. I was in intense bliss, my pussy tightened and clenched constantly, with each tension Carlos would groan, gripping onto my arm tighter as he fucked harder into me.

“Fuck me, Carlos- oh my- god!” I whined, hearing him moan properly, his legs hitting against the table causing it to screech harder against the floor. We were loud, animalistic, soon enough, Carlos had spun me around and fucked into me from behind as I grasped onto the table for support.

The press of his cock constantly slamming against my g spot made me yell out in pleasure, breathing harshly. “Quiero que te corras para mi.” He dirty talked, arching over my body to press against my own. His fingers slotted under me, rubbing over my aching clit as I bucked my hips wildly back into his.

“Please, please, Lila.” He begged as I choked out a moan, my eyes screwing tightly shut. He was fucking harshly into me, skin slapping against my own as one of his hand trembled against my shoulder, gripping my harshly. Something about his begs and groans had the knot in my stomach tightening harsher than ever. His fingers worked against my clit, faster and faster as I gasped out loud.

“Oh fuck- Carlos-” I borderline slurred, crying out as I dropped a hand over his fingers, feeling one of his curling over mine. My legs were shaking and I felt paralysed with tension as it took one more thrust before I was tipping over the edge, crying and moaning out, gasping and pleading his name as I came undone, my orgasm paralysing my whole body. My pussy throbbed, his thrusts continuing as Carlos’ groaned became louder. “Cum inside me, I want you inside of me.” I choked out, coming down from my overwhelming orgasm. Carlos’ hand slapped against my ass, gripping me closer as he slammed his hips into mine before letting out a loud growl and unloading his seed inside of me. High on his orgasm, Carlos fell on top of me, panting and moaning as he slowly bucked his hips through the pleasure. I was a gasping, sweating mess, my eyes closed as I rested on my hand which was flat to the table, letting out one last coo of a moan feeling Carlos’ lips press to my upper back.

We remained in that position for a few more moments before my legs began to tremble with the ache of half kneeling on the table, the other supporting me with the tip of my toe touching the floor. My heel had falling off during the love making, so when I stepped down I fell straight onto the cold of my feet. Carlos shifted, lifting his body off me as I turned around, standing up as I brushed my hair down. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, there was an element of shock to the whole situation, it all happened so fast. I bit down on my lip, watching him tug his boxers back over himself and his jeans back up, zipping and doing the button. He paused before he did his belt, glancing back up to me. Carlos reached out, smoothing my hair down on one side with a soft smile. I offered one back, pulling my dress straps back over my shoulders.

Carlos’s eyes dropped to my ribcage before I covered myself with my dress. “New tattoo?” He poked at the skin, “Mmmh. A couple months ago.” I shyly spoke, giggling when he eyed up my breasts slightly.

“Don’t.” I quietly spoke, but it didn’t have much authority behind it. “I have seen it all before.” He turned his head away when I asked him to, fastening his belt.

“Still.” My lips were crooked as I awkwardly searched for my underwear, feeling his seed spill out of me as I grimaced. “Here.” Carlos smiled, handed me the black fabric over, holding it out on his palm when he retrieved it from the floor. Embarrassed, I swiped it from his hold, pulling them on quickly as they caught the liquid that was beginning to seep out of me. I cringed, uncomfortable with the sensation as Carlos let out a small laugh, tucking his shirt back into his pants.

I glanced up, smiling shyly before looking around the room a little awkwardly. “¿Estás bien?” (Are you okay?). “Sí.” I giggled as he let out a closed mouth exhale of laughter, buttoning up his shirt which had popped open previously.

“Are you?”

“Sí.” He nodded, sighing and glancing back to me. “I don’t really hate you.” I muttered after glancing over his face. Carlos hummed in laughter in response, reaching out and swiping his thumbs under my eye. The gentle movement made my heart flutter as I couldn’t help but properly gaze over his face, disbelief setting in as I watched back to my ex boyfriend.

“I don’t.” I shrugged, feeling swipe what must’ve been fallen mascara. His hand rested on my cheek, moving in to kiss me softly as I felt myself swooning even harder. “Will you come with me tomorrow- ah with me to qualifying?” The Spanish man asked.

I felt my chest tighten, I reached out to soften the crease in his white shirt. “You want me to?”

“I want you to.” Carlos seriously nodded as I nodded. “Okay.” I whispered. He smiled again, taking me by the hand and easing me forwards, unlocking the door we locked. We didn’t really acknowledge the fact we’d just fucked like rabbits in such a public area, the two of us escaped the bar, giggling and ignoring the paparazzi. “You come out here with one girl and leave with another.” I kicked his foot, resting my hand over his thigh.

“Don’t say that.” He very quickly spoke, clearly looking a little awkward as we shared a laugh. I leant forwards, kissing his cheek. “Happy birthday, Carlos….”

The whole ‘ex boyfriend’ didn’t last too much longer after that, it was clear to say hooking up in a run down, attic bar magically solved something between Carlos and I…

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[judeswhore]

Steve and reader having a tickle match or play fighting and the reader gets hurt (play fighting)

i think steve wld be so excessively apologetic and wld go out of his way to make up for this

"say you're sorry," steve had you pinned to the bed, thighs straddling your hips, fingers of one hand wrapped around both of your wrists in order to keep your hands pressed into the pillows above your head. his other hand was at your side, your shirt pulled up so he could dance his fingers over your ribs, tickling over the sensitive skin as you squirmed, bucked against him and shook your head. "say you're sorry and i'll stop."

"steve!" it was a gasped giggle, tears already brimming in your eyes as you struggled beneath him, almost shrieking when his fingers dug into the dip of your waist. he was grinning devilishly down at you, his hair falling messily across his forehead, eyes glinting with amusement the more you fought against him.

"that doesn't sound like a sorry to me." his fingers were relentless, finding all your weak spots until you were kicking out beneath him, trying to twist your body out from between his legs. you were weak, limbs a little like jelly from your boyfriend's relentless tickling and steve was a lot stronger than you were so you were almost certain your attempts to wiggle free were fruitless. you couldn't stop laughing, breathless hiccuping laughs that had him laughing too, fingers concentrating on the places he knew you were most ticklish.

"stevie, please."

"c'mon, sweetheart, i just want a sorry." once again you shook your head and gave an extra harsh yank of your hands, tugging free of steve's fingers with a triumphant sound. you were quick to push up on your elbows, trying to scramble backwards and away, one hand attempting to bat his from your skin. but steve was quicker and in a tangle of limbs and a quick fight to pin you back down as you squirmed, you ended up whacking your nose against his forehead, your surprised yelp of pain startling steve. "shit-"

"jesus christ." your hands flew to your nose, head tilting back as tears pricked your eyes, face scrunching in pain. you could feel it throbbing, could feel a sudden gush of wetness over your fingers and steve started to panic, worry and guilt clouding his features as he cupped one of your hands with his own.

"fuck, i'm sorry, baby. shit, i'm so sorry, let me-" he babbled over multiple apologies, reaching over to his nightstand for the box of tissues before bundling them beneath your nose to stop the blood. he carefully cupped your jaw to tilt your head back, was gentle in holding the tissues for you. "god, i'm such a fucking idiot, i wasn’t thinking, i didn’t mean to be so rough.”

through the dull pain and stream of blood you shook your head, wrapped your fingers around steve’s wrist, brushed your thumb over his pulse. he was staring at your nose with frantic eyes, pupils blown wide, features etched with a clear apology and your tummy gave an odd flip at how worried he was for you. he tried to apologise again.

“steve, baby, it’s fine.”

“you’re bleeding.”

“s’just a little bit,” you met his gaze, brushed his hair back off his forehead before carefully prying his hand from your nose, not even bothering to look at the tissue. steve however paled, winced a little as his brows drew in close, his fingers carefully tilting your head a little further back to inspect the damage. “i’m okay, it was just a little knock.” you let him swap the tissues for clean ones, pressing the soft material back to your nose, soothing his thumb across your cheek.

“how bad does it hurt?”

“it doesn’t, not really. steve, i’m fine.”

“i really am sorry.”

“i know, hey, it was an accident, i shouldn’t have such a big nose, right?” you laughed and steve cracked a tiny smile, used another tissue to swipe some of the blood off your cheek from where it had smudged. “or maybe you shouldn’t have such a big head.” you pulled his hand away again, the flow of blood having stopped and took the tissues from his fingers, dropped them into the bin beside his nightstand.

steve shuffled forward, sat beside you and turned your face to his, once again inspecting your nose. you were aware there were probably streaks of dried blood across your skin and it was making his eyes glaze with concern again. he stroked his finger gently over the bridge of your nose, searched your face for any signs of pain.

“m’okay.”

“i’m just checking. you’re sure it doesn’t hurt? it doesn’t look broken or anything but it was a lot of blood and y’know i’m not-” you cut him off with a kiss, a hard pressed of your lips to his, both hands cupping his cheeks to hold him still. your nose did hurt, but it was more a sting, a dull throb, nothing too drastic which was why you brushed it carefully over his.

“it’s fine, just a little nosebleed. five minutes and i won’t feel anything anymore.”

“i’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“you know what i mean, stop worrying.” you swiped beneath your nose with your wrist, grimacing just slightly at the small leftover streak of blood. “i do need to wash my face though, can you get those wipes i left in your bathroom?” steve was quick in finding the little green packet, flopped down on the bed next to you with them in hand, his back against the headboard.

he patted his lap. “c’mere and let me do it.” in silence you settled where he wanted you, legs on either side of his thighs, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as he carefully worked the wipe over your skin. he was gentle, eyes full of unfiltered love, each soft swipe over your face sending a shock of butterflies through you. he wiped beneath your nose, over your cheeks and chin, the little smudge that had somehow gotten on to your jaw. he met your eyes, another apology on the tip of his tongue but you were quick to silence him, mouth chasing his, body pushing him down in to the pillows.

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[stevenose]

Wanna get spanked and finger fucked by mean! Steve so bad 🤤 imagine getting pulled over his lap and having him spank your skin raw and just when you think it might be over you feel him push his fingers into you, fucking you with them relentlessly while you cry and moan and of course he makes fun of you the entire time telling you what a slut you are for enjoying this

reader with a vagina + spanking + finger fucking + car sex + mean!steve + gender unspecified reader + talks of aftercare! + dirty talk!!!! + a little bit of exhibitionism? not really they just talk abt it

anon oh my god.

“what’re you crying for?” he asks, exasperated, two fingers knuckle-deep inside of you while his other travels across the fat of your ass. he spanks you and tsks when you cry out, wiggling in his lap, trying to get away from the sting but further down onto his thick fingers. “you wanted this, honey, you’re dripping down onto the leather. gonna make you clean that up, y’know. you’re such a messy little slut, jesus christ.”

he crooks his fingers and it hits your sweet spot. you cry out again and he spanks you again, right where your ass meets your thigh. “you hear that? such a gross sound, you’re so wet. it’s pathetic, really,” he says, voice soft, contemplative. “you like when i’m big and strong, don’t you? when i pin you down like this? tell me,” he sings, hand coming down hard on you again.

“y-yes,” you choke out, keening when he starts fucking you harshly with his fingers, your wetness filling the car with the lewdest noise.

“good,” he breathes, his hand soothing your skin. “love watching you fall apart like this. it’s so easy. all i’ve gotta do is touch you and you’re a pathetic, desperate slut. bet you’d let me do this in front of people, huh? guess you sort of are,” he says, looking out of the windshield. “cops could come see what we’re doing and they’d find you and your crying cunt leaking all over me and my car. ass all raw - think they’d give us a ticket or just watch?”

“steve!”

“i know,” he coos, mocking. “don’t know what you’re waiting for, pretty. just cum already. or are you embarrassed? you don’t wanna get off on me bein’ all big and mean, huh?”

“steve!” you wail again, pushing your ass back, his fingers once again swiping against the spot that makes your vision go fuzzy.

“oh, i know,” he says, slipping his fingers out of you and trailing down to your sore, aching, begging clit. “you want me here, huh?”

it only takes a few circles for you to cum, writhing around on his legs, jerking away from overstimulation. you have to rest and catch your breath while steve licks his fingers clean, then moves his hand back to your ass, rubbing it. “took that like a champ,” he says, prideful. “gonna run you a nice warm bath, make you a nice little drink. get you all cleaned up then hold you - how’s that sound?”

“can i have the fluffy pillow tonight?” you ask, smiling a little, beginning to slowly move back upright and into the passenger seat.

“oh, honey, you can have all the pillows you want,” he says, kissing your tear stained cheeks.

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #mean!steve #im weak. on the floor

[lovelybucky1]

Kinktober Day 28-Sex Pollen

warnings: gender neutral!reader, dubcon, sex pollen, TGM spoilers, mentions of injury, mentions of semi-public sex, 18+ minors dni

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When you heard the news that Bradley and Maverick went down behind enemy lines, you were devastated. Your heart sank and you felt sick to your stomach, like your whole life was just ripped away from you and left you standing there, cold and empty.

When you heard the news that they were flying back to the carrier in an old F-14 after Jake saved them, you and your fellow pilots celebrated. Jumping, cheering, high fives, a few chest bumps here and there. A seemingly impossible mission completed with some difficulty, but no casualties.

The boys landed and you tried to push your way through the crowd to get to Rooster, but you couldn’t make it through the dense swarm. You watched from a distance as Bradley and Maverick hugged, and Jake and Bradley shook hands and shared a warm smile. It warmed your heart to see the connection your boyfriend has built with both men in these last few weeks.

Bradley finally makes it out of the crowd and spots you. As he’s walking over, his smile seems to fade and it’s like someone has dropped an elephant on his back.

“Baby,” he groans as he throws himself into your arms.

You hug him tightly, but he doesn’t hug you back. He’s limp in your hold, dead weight threatening to topple you over.

“What’s the matter?” you ask, figuring it’s a dumb question but you might as well ask.

Bradley pulls back from the hug and you see his eyes, droopy and rimmed with red. His lips are parted just slightly and he seems to be breathless.

“Need you,” he whispers.

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“Need you so bad. It fucking burns, honey. Please… we gotta find somewhere soon because I can’t take it anymore.” His voice has a desperate edge to it, like he really is in pain, so you grab his hand and lead him away from the crowd.

After a short walk, you find a secluded closet and you pull Bradley into it. You shut the door and almost instantly, your back is being pressed firmly into it.

“What happened?” you ask.

“Mav and I… we got into somethin’. Don’t know what it was but it made me feel awful. I felt so sick and then…”

“Then what?”

“God, I got so hard,” he groans.

Your eyes widen and you look down to see the sizable bulge in your boyfriend’s pants. You trail your fingertips over it and his hips buck, desperate searching for more friction.

“Oh, Bradley… how long have you been like this?”

“Feels like days. Mav and I were trying to start up the F-14 and there was some power that blew into my face and Jesus Christ I think I’m gonna die.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close in what was meant to be a hug, but he took it as an opportunity to rub himself against your hip.

“Everything hurts so bad. My throat itches, my head is pounding, and I’m so fuckin’ hot.”

You manage to unzip his flight suit a little to find his black t-shirt underneath soaked through with sweat. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and holds you as close as he possibly can.

“Didn’t realize how bad it was until we landed. Saw you and it got even worse. Fuck, baby, I need to fuck you. Need to feel you around my cock or I swear to god I’m gonna lose my mind.”

You nod quickly and scramble to think about how you can help him. You’re not really one to have sex in public, but if it’s between your modesty and your boyfriend’s life…

“Fuck me, Bradley.”

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[yellowjackets101]

Silence- Dom!Nat x Sub!Lottie

Warnings- SMUT, dom sub dynamics, degration, gagging with panties, spanking (like once)

Nat had played shitty. She knew she had played shitty. She just needed to get home smoke some pot and listen to some music, what she didn’t need was taissa berating her infront of the whole team for the past half an hour.

“I mean come on Nat how hard is it to pass the ball to the right fucking player especially when the players are wearing different colour shirts” tai shouted banging her fist against a locker

“For fuck sakes tai it was a friendly and we still won your over reacting I didn’t even play that bad” Nat shouted back as the rest of the team watched on

“Oh really okay then, if anyone here thinks Nat ‘didn’t even play that bad’ speak up” tai said looking around the room as Nat copied suit looking around for support only for her eyes to land on Lottie’s

Lottie was her best friend, Lottie was the person she went to with all her problems, Lottie was the one who got Nat drunk the night before a game claiming she would be fine, Lottie was the reason she played bad and yet Lottie’s eyes remained trained on the floor as she didn’t say a word.

Nat sighed throwing her arms in the air “fuck this” she said before grabbing her towel and storming into the showers.

Nat waited until she heard everyone leave before she came out of the showers. She was pissed, not one person stuck up for her including Lottie when this was all her fault. Nat there open her locker still wrapped in a towel when she heard a voice behind her.

“Nat hey are you okay?” Lottie asked looking at the girl worried when she ignored her “Nat” Lottie said again her voice louder as she grew impatient “Natalie!” Lottie shouted grabbing nats shoulder before Nat spun her around pinning her against the locked door.

“What the fuck do you want Lottie” nat panted eyes glaring straight into Lottie’s “I wanted to see if you were okay” Lottie asked tentatively her eyes trailing down nats half exposed body “well to you didn’t want to fucking say anything when tai was having a go at me” Nat said face moving ever closer to the other girls. Lottie just looked at nat no words leaving her mouth.

“Still can’t fucking talk” Nat laughed her eyes trailing down Lottie’s body before she looked up and straight into the other girls eyes “bend over the kit table” the words were barley audible but Lottie heard them and without a second thought she complied. as Nat followed behind her roughly gripping her ass and massaging “so fucking obedient when no one’s around” she muttered to herself before yanking Lottie’s shorts down and running her index finger over her damp panties causing Lottie to whimper pathetically.

“God your such a messy girl lot” Nat spoke a hint of amusement in her voice as she ran her hands over Lottie’s inner thighs leaning forward so her mouth was next to Lottie’s ear “don’t you dare make a fucking noise you hear me” Nat spoke yanking Lottie’s hair back forcing her to look Nat in the eyes “promise” Lottie said before she was quickly met with a spank to the ass “I said no fucking noises Christ your dumb” Nat spoke pushing Lottie’s head onto the desk as she ripped the girls panties off shoving them in her pocket before she roughly thrust her fingers into the girls wet hole causing Lottie to moan.

“Fucking hell it seems my pretty girl can’t keep her ducking mouth shut now” Nat spoke speeding up her already rough movements causing Lottie to let out a string of almost pornographic moans which Nat mimicked while laughing “what am I going to do with you” Nat spoke almost to herself as she continued to plow into Lottie before immediately stopping and pulling out causing Lottie to let out a loud while

“Aw baby don’t be sad I’ve just had an idea” Nat speaks cheerfully pulling Lottie around to be sat on the table back against the wall. “Open” Nat spoke tapping Lottie’s cheek. With in a second of her mouth being open Lottie felt Nat shove her damp panties into her mouth effectively chocking her. “Well well well isn’t this a pretty sight” Nat smiled a glint of evil behind her eyes “but does it work” Nat questioned only to quickly pinch Lottie’s puffy clit causing the girl to groan quietly due to the fabric in her mouth “perfect” Nat smirked before giving Lottie a kiss on the forehead and dropping to her knees

Nats lips immediately wrapped around Lottie’s clit causing the girl to throw her head back as Nat began licking up and down her slit toungue fucking the girl as she played with her clit. In only a minute lottie was coming undone the mix of the pleasure, nats words and the taste of her own cum on her lips was too much as she squirted straight into nats mouth. Nat didn’t swallow keeping the cum on her toungue before ripping the panties out of Lottie’s mouth and spitting into it a mix of nats drool and Lottie’s cum counting both of their mouths as the both moaned.

A sudden noise from outside startled the two girls as someone opened the door shouting in “um hi guys it’s me misty misty Quigley you know the equipment manager I’m anyway I need to clean so can you like go please thank you” the girl rambled quickly before slamming the door causing Nat to laugh hysterically “well I think that’s our cue” she said helping Lottie off the table “but u didn’t-” Nat cut her off quickly “oh don’t worry you cumming in my mouth was enough” nat smirked before gripping Lottie’s chin right and pulling her close

“But lot if you do what you did today again I won’t be so nice” she breathed out before tightly squeezing Lottie’s ass “oh and I’m keeping these” Nat smiled placing Lottie’s wrecked panties in her pocket before walking out leaving the Matthew’s girl half naked without underwear and in shock

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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 4 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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A/n: Hi, this is my second story ever and I wrote it like 5 years ago but was too scared to post it lol so if you could give any feedback that would be much appreciated! I have more chapters to this so if you want ‘em ya gotta let me know! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut dn interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, domestic violence mention (not caused by Negan), fat shaming of Fat Joey

Summary: Y/N and Negan settle into Negan's bed. Confessions are made and they end the night together.

When we arrive at the sanctuary, Negan takes me straight to the doctor. He asks for something while I wait outside the closed door of the makeshift clinic. I’m still kind of dazed that this is actually happening —that I’m willingly back at the Sanctuary when only a few days ago I would have been lucky to make it out with my life. 

He emerges and flashes me a grin, holding a bottle that looks like maybe it’s a type of lotion and then he leads me to his bedroom. I trail behind him curiously.

“We missed dinner,” he grumbles when we enter, dropping Lucille on his bed. He steps back and looks me over, taking off his leather jacket to reveal his tight white t-shirt. God, he looks good. I feel my neck go hot. I want to feel him so badly. “Aren’t you just a time-consuming endeavor?” he smirks. “Hey, you hungry, Y/N?” He asks as he looks me over from head to toe. “Shit, I mean, when was the last time you even ate, kid?”

“Gee, I dunno, Mr.Give-me-half-I-mean-all-of-your-fucking-food-and-shit.” I tease, thinking it over, trying not to stare at him too much. “This morning maybe...Yeah, I had a piece of toast for breakfast, I think. I’m okay though.”

I force a smile.

He surprises me by reaching out and lifting up one of my arms by the wrist so he can really get a good look at me.

“Okay?” He snaps, cocking his head.“Y/N, you’re way too fucking skinny! Don’t lie to me. You gotta eat.” He insists like I’m a naive kid or something. “You must be starving. You’re practically a motherfucking beanpole for Christ's sake.”

“Am not!” I insist back, trying to pull my arm away from how he’s still holding it up in the air. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. “Maybe you should lay off of Alexandria then if you’re so worried about my health.” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. “We’re practically starving, asshole.”

I figure it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but instead, he tightens his grip around my wrist and pushes me back against the wall roughly with very little effort. I stumble backward.

“Oh, is that what you fucking call me?” He growls down at me cockily and licks his bottom lip, taking a step closer. 

And shit, I like that. 

“Hmmm,” he teases. “That’s just too fucking bad...Thought you had a different name for me…”

He grins wide like a shark at the look on my face like he fucking knows it, and just for the hell of it, takes my other smaller hand in his own and crosses my wrists above my head, pinning them and holding me down with the weight of his body. He stares at me in a way that makes my legs weak and I gasp softly. I’m vaguely aware that he’s literally so much stronger than me he could snap my neck in half like a twig if he wanted to. He leans a little closer to me, as I struggle half-heartedly, and puts his lips to my ear.

“Nah, you’ll take what I goddamn give you, you little fucking tease,” he breathes, his voice deadly and low. I shiver, my pussy throbbing. He groans softly at the sound I make. “Your skinny little ass doesn’t get to tell me what to do.”

“ Shit ,” I whimper frantically at how he’s touching me, trying to squirm away, exposing my neck to him. The way he sounds makes me so hot. I feel warm and damp between my legs.

He gives me an even cockier amused look and lets me wriggle out of his grasp for about a half a second. And then, just when I think I’m free, he slams my hands back down, this time with only one of his own. He grins. I whimper softly in pain and fear and frustration. I can’t help it. He looks like he’s gonna fucking eat me.

My heart pounds.

“In case you haven’t fucking noticed, I’m the boss around here, babydoll,” he tells me against my throat. I can feel the ghost of his lips smiling against me, sounding very satisfied, his hard-on pressing against me.

I whine in eager surprise as he trails his free hand down the length of my stomach. It tickles and I try not to squirm into the traces of his touch needily as we wrestle.

“Admit it,” he insists, his voice smooth as silk, knowing he owns me right now. He rubs lower, making me buck up against him ever so slightly and let out another desperate whimpering sound. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Or call uncle. Or Daddy.” He smirks. “Your choice, princess...God, you make such pretty noises for me. I goddamn love getting you worked up like this. Gets me so fucking hard, baby girl...”

His voice is straight baritone as his fingers trail even lower, making my stomach flutter. His lips are pressing against my neck, his teeth threatening to bite down, his breath hot. I can feel something big and half-hard poking into my waist. I’m so wet and he hasn’t even really touched me yet! But I can’t let him win this easily — even though every part of my body is telling me to surrender. He’s been holding out on me all day so I figure he should get a taste of his own medicine. I don’t have any free hands, but I do have my feet. So I kick off one of my boots and push my foot up to his cock teasingly. He lets out a soft, surprised, vulnerable moan against me that makes my pussy clench and my heart pound. Jesus.

“How about you call uncle,” I propose, my breath heavy. “Or I’ll kick you in the fucking baby-maker.”

Negan looks down at how I have him stuck and bursts out laughing which starts from a deep rumble in his chest.

“Shit! Well, they can’t say you’re not resourceful,” he smirks, impressed. “You got me by the motherfucking balls, honey. Literally. But you know fucking what? I think I can arrange a compromise.”

And suddenly, he’s smiling like the devil and lifting me up by the underarms in a blur of his muscular limbs and body and throwing me backward onto the bed. I cry out in pleasant surprise as I’m hurled through the air and land on the soft mattress. Shit, he’s strong...

“Asshole!” I grin, looking up at him, not having expected that, propping myself up with my elbows. 

"That’s not what you’re going to be calling me when I have my way with you, little lady.” He smiles, pulling off his black leather belt, which makes me very wet and I kick off my other boot in anticipation, as he moves Lucille out of the way and parts my legs.

Negan leans over on the bed and straddles me, a knee trapping each of my sides, and he’s so much bigger and stronger than I am it would be almost scary if I wasn’t so fucking worked up. The bed dips with his added weight. He wastes no time and bends down, going right for my neck and he starts sucking and biting kisses onto my sensitive skin like he’s hungry for me, holding on lightly to the bottom of my throat like a threat. I can’t help but start whimpering a little. My neck is like my weak spot or something and his mouth and teeth and fingers feel so good against my throat I shiver. Instinctively, I reach up and latch my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he growls softly as I feel his hardening cock brushing up against my belly. His warm body moves against mine in a rhythm that has me quaking and moaning.

He reaches to pull off my shirt so I’m just in my bra and I try to help him pull off his white undershirt, but Negan won’t let me and slaps my hand away.

“How do you ask me?” he snarls, pinning me down just below my shoulders as I try to help him, but he doesn’t accept my assistance and forces me down flat onto the mattress.

“Please, Daddy,” I try breathlessly, struggling against him, so wet, grinding my front against his knee that’s holding me down, my eyes big. His dick feels rock solid and twitches. Fuck, that’s hot. The friction feels so good.

“ Fuck,” he whispers hungrily, licking his lips, but he regains his composure. “Nice try, but wrong .” He growls, pushing me down harder, throwing his shirt to the side, his eyes smiling and hungry. “Not when you fucking threaten me, you little goddamn harlot. You earn ‘Daddy.’ For now, you call me ‘sir.’ Is that understood?”

I whimper and nod as his hand slips beneath my pants, way too eager to submit to him.

“Is that understood, Y/N ?”

“Yes, sir.” I whine.

“Good,” he sneers in his deep voice. “Shit, you really fucking like that, don’t you?” He grins, my wetness coating his fingers as he strokes me.

I breathe in deeply and I’m about to reply that ‘yes sir I fucking do’ when suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Negan snaps in annoyance, breaking away from me and I whine softly in disappointment. I want him to fuck me so bad. I wanna kiss him again too. “No fucking way. Now what!? Who the fuck is there!?” He shouts toward the hall, making a move for the door, reaching down to adjust himself, and sucking his fingers that are still wet from me. He sighs in a very satisfied manner, and I’m sure I’m even wetter than before. He smiles at my big-eyed expression, my own mouth open in awe, and pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a small pop. That turns me on so much I can only just stare at him. He smirks proudly, winks, and turns to the door. “This had better be good!” he shouts to whoever is outside.

I pull up the covers to my chest, suddenly remembering my nakedness.

“Sorry, boss,” says a nervous, muffled voice from behind the door, redirecting my thoughts. “I just h-have dinner for you and the girl. Dwight said—“

Negan heaves open the door and Fat Joey is standing in the doorway looking pretty terrified, holding a tray of food. Joey is a big guy, yeah, but Negan is pretty tall too and can be terrifying as all hell when he wants to be even if he’s not wearing a shirt. Maybe especially because he’s not wearing a shirt...He’s panting a little and his muscles are flexing as he breathes. Goddamn.

“Ah! Thank you, Fat Joseph,” Negan grins turning to wink at me, his voice a little raspy, his hair sort of pushed floppily to the side. My eyes get stuck on the dusting of dark hair across the planes of his chest and his badass tattoos. Fuck, he looks good. He grabs the tray from Joey’s large hands. “Don’t mind if I fucking do. You know, you sure as hell do have a gift with fucking timing, don’t you, buddy?” he begins intimidatingly, giving him a look up and down and Fat Joey nods a little stupidly, clearly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Negan leans in toward Joey like he’s gonna tell him a secret. “I mean, I got my girl here, lying down right where I want her and then you come along and spoil all the fun. Now, I know it’s not easy for you to get laid with all this, ” Negan says motioning to Joey’s body. “But Christ, man, that doesn’t mean you have to keep other people from getting laid too. I mean, shit, at this rate I’m gonna have to set you up with fuckin’ Lucille!” He smirks sinisterly like a threat. 

Joey is pale as a sheet, but Negan just cracks up, and punches Joey in the shoulder making him flinch.

“Relax, man. Lighten up!” Negan snorts, turning in a lean to give me an exasperated look. “Jesus. I’m just fucking with ya.” Fat Joey forces a weak smile. “Now scram,” Negan says more forcefully.

And with a stammered,

“Y-yes, sir,”  Joey high-tails it out as quickly as possible without needing to be told twice.

Negan chuckles pleasantly as he shuts the door, rolling his eyes. 

“Dumbass.” He mumbles, shaking his head fondly. “But a loyal dumbass. Oh, shit! Pork chops and mashed potatoes.” He grins, as he looks down to examine the tray. “You like that stuff, baby?”

“Who cares?” I whine a little needily although my stomach growls. “That was mean to scare him anyways. You shoulda just told him to go away. Now, how about you come back over here and fucking finish what you started...”

Negan smiles, his eyebrows going up.

"Needy little thing,” he smirks in approval, licking his lips. “Mean? Trust me when I fucking tell you you ain’t seen nothing yet. And I’m flattered, kid, truly I am that you want me so fucking bad, and you know I get all hot and bothered when you get all assertive like that, it’s goddamn adorable, but you gotta fucking eat first.”

“C-can’t we eat later?” I try a little desperately, still wet between my thighs. “I just want you is all.” But Negan smiles down at me and shakes his head like a pissed-off dad (believe me I know the look), and sets the tray down on the coffee table. “I’m not cute.” I grumble defeatedly. “I’m a badass.”

“It’ll get cold ,” he insists, his eyes narrowing. But then he chuckles. “And you are so fucking cute and a badass. The cutest fucking badass. With a great ass! But don’t make me fucking count. I don’t waste food around here no matter how fucking delicious you end up tasting. And plus, who the fuck am I gonna mess around with if you go wasting away on me? I can count your ribs, baby. Get your fucking priorities straight, will ya?”

He looks down at my bare chest, actually sounding a little concerned.

“I can count your ribs too,” I insist a little petulantly myself, crossing my arms over my chest. “Everyone has twelve on each side. Duh.” But I do like knowing he cares and that he thinks I’m cute so I smile a little.

“Oh really, you little brat?” He smirks a little distractedly, his eyes hovering over my tits. He wets and bites his bottom lip. “And who taught you that?”

I think back.

“A guy named Herschel,” I shrug, getting a little sad. Negan looks up at me curiously and comes to sit next to me. “He was this old dude. The...the widow’s Dad,” I say to clarify. 

Negan nods fixedly, not exactly looking me in the eyes. He bites his bottom lip.

“He was a doctor and all,” I continue quietly, letting myself get lost in the memory. “He...he saved Carl when he got shot by accident when Carl was barely twelve. We all thought he was a goner. My dad picked him up off the forest floor and ran damn near a mile to find someone to help. Probably saved his life... ” I trail off. “And that’s how we met the Widow and her family.”

“ Shit . That how Carl lost his eye?” Negan asks quietly, intrigued. 

“Nope,” I answer. “If you can believe it. He got away with just a scar from that one. Everyone thought he was dead, but Herschel saved him. Stitched him up real good. That’s when my dad gave him that hat though and he’s worn that every day since,” I try to say as casually as possible like it doesn’t bother me.

“Kid’s a certified badass,” Negan nods, grinning a little, squeezing my arm. “I’ve always said so.”

“I got shot once too, you know,” I tell him quickly, suddenly feeling kind of jealous and a little inadequate. I puff out my chest a little. “On my forearm. See?”

“No shit?” Negan asks in amusement, sounding impressed as I move to show him, his eyebrows going up on his forehead as I show him the circular scar on my left arm. 

 “That’s fucking gnarly!” Negan says enthusiastically. “That’s cool as shit! Knew I couldn’t be the only one to leave a permanent mark on you.” He says like he’s almost proud of me or something. “Can I touch it?” he asks excitedly, his eyes getting wide.

“Knock yourself out,” I snort as he reaches out to poke the uneven skin interestedly. He looks like an excited little kid. “I used to be ashamed of it, but now I think it’s cool. I’m lucky though. Rick almost made me amputate my whole goddamn arm. Glad I fought with him on that one…” I trail off.

I’m pretty good at killing the mood, I know. I’d almost forgotten about that fight with Rick though...Negan looks concerned now. 

“Your dad wanted to chop off your arm?” he asks, sounding genuinely shocked. “Damn. Was it infected or some shit?”

“No,” I shrug.  “We were gonna be attacked again any day and I think he thought it would save time to just cut it all off instead of operating haphazardly on my arm back at this prison we were hauled up in at the time. All the other grown-ups were fighting with him about it, saying it was a bad call, and Herschel, who was a doctor, told him that was a stupid idea. But he was pretty out of it. My mom had just died and Judith was just born and he was pissed off as all hell. Especially at me. Luckily, people backed me up and I got operated on and not amputated. I was awake when they did it too and all, but I guess I’d take that over being minus one arm.” 

“Shiiit. That’s fucked up, baby girl,” Negan says quietly, his brow furrowed. I think I see anger flash across his features and he looks concerned as he strokes some fingers over my arm distractedly in reassurance. “No wonder you fuckin’ freaked when I threatened to cut off Carl’s…” he mumbles, thinking back. 

I lean against him and realize he’s probably right. 

“You’re a good big sister,” he tells me, looking me straight in the eye. “Standing up for him like that.”

“Thanks…” I say hesitantly because I’m not sure I agree.

For a minute, it’s quiet between us.

“You really fucking hate him, huh?” Negan asks into the silence. “Rick, I mean?”

“Yeah.” I nod because it’s true. 

I don’t even have to think about the answer. Somehow, I feel safer with Negan —fucking Negan — than I do in my own home. And if that’s not fucked up, I don’t know what is. But I still love Rick in some weird, detached, scraping-against-the-inside-of-the-bottom-of-your-stomach kind of way. He is family after all and we’ve been through so much together.

"I understand. I hated my old man too, the prick,” Negan admits, frowning. “That may or may not be why I have a soft spot for badass kids with shitty fathers.” He nudges me with his elbow. “I’ll kill Rick for ya some day if you want,” he nods thoughtfully, elbowing me gently in the ribs. I can’t tell if he’s joking. “Just say the fucking word and I’m on it. That would be the punishment for Rick’s dick behavior if he lived here.”

“He’s my dad,” I snort, turning to stare at Negan incredulously. “Who says I want him dead? And he doesn’t live here.”

“Fine, fine. In a cell, then,” he proposes, waving his hand dismissively like that’s just a minor setback.

“Whatever,” I shrug. “As long as he’s away from me. And for the record,” I tell him, looking up into his light brown eyes, holding onto his hairy forearm so he knows I mean business. “He’s my dad.”

“Yeah, so?” Negan asks curiously, snorting a little in amusement. 

“ So,” I continue. “ I would be the one to kill him. Not you. Duh.” 

Negan cracks a toothy grin and throws back his head and laughs. 

“Of course. I shoulda fucking known. Obviously, ” he snickers. “You are too fucking funny, kid. You little goddamn serial killer.”

I smile.

“What...what did your dad do?” I ask gently, suddenly fascinated.

“Oh, he was a no good, bastard drunk,” Negan grumbles, his jaw clenching, getting quieter. He takes back his hand and his body gets more still. “Knocked around my mom and I. Talk about a fucking low-life son of a bitch with no balls — beating up a lady and a kid. I fucking wish I killed him. Dumbass fucking coward drank himself to death so I never got the fucking chance...” he trails off.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him, snuggling closer to him, breathing in his scent. “I’d kill him with you if he were still around.”

“Sorry, kid,” Negan smirks a little bitterly. “But that is a job reserved for me and my lady Lucille. But hey, let’s eat.” He finally says as my stomach growls, cracking a small grin. “Here. No one's gonna fucking try to cut off any appendages while you're here with me.” He smirks. “Not tonight. I fucking promise.”

 ***         

About an hour later, we’ve both finished eating and the empty plates are stacked on the nightstand. I’m enjoying the movie, but what I’m enjoying more is how fucking safe I feel here with Negan...and a proper meal in my belly. 

At home in Alexandria, I never really feel safe. Of course there’s always the looming threat of walkers, but it’s more than that when I’m there. It’s more about my dad being around that always occupies my mind. I’m always waiting for the next landmine to blow and for him to snap on me. Or worrying about Judith and Carl. It feels nice to just chill here, lying against Negan’s broad chest, feeling the rising and falling of his steady breathing. And just doing something as simple as watching a movie. I don’t feel scared at all. How fucking nice and completely absurd. 

Suddenly, Negan shifts his position ever so slightly to wrap his big arm around me and hold me closer, but in doing so, he shifts some weight against my stomach where a purple bruise has formed. It catches me off guard so I hiss softly in pain.

“What’s the matter?” Negan stammers softly in alarm, rubbing one of his eyes. “Did I hurt you, angel?”

Angel . What a fucking sap. He’ll kill me if he keeps talking to me like that. My heart can hardly take it.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. I’m just sore is all. I just have a bruise. It’s fine.” I grimace and shift my weight to a more comfortable position, trying to reassure him and snuggle myself against him a little more, hoping he doesn’t move away.

“I got you this if you want it,” he says, grabbing the mysterious bottle from the doctor off the nightstand. “It’s for bruises and shit. To make ‘em hurt less and heal quicker…” He trails off, opening the bottle. He squirts some of the cream into his big hand and begins rubbing it and applying it to my arm where Rick grabbed me. “Figured you might need it…”

“Oh,” I say quietly, genuinely surprised, looking up at him. “Oh, shit. Thanks, Negan.”

“Don’t fucking mention it, kid. I don’t like seeing you all...raw and sore like that,” he says quietly, shrugging, not quite making eye contact with me, anger flashing across his features, his jaw clenching, but he calms it away. “Tell me to fuck off if I’m going too hard, alright?”

I nod. But he’s not at all. He’s being so fucking gentle. His hands feel so good moving against my skin. It’s like the exact opposite of how the bruise got there in the first place and how I’ve seen Negan bash people’s brains in...Something about that makes my skin tingle. He moves to my stomach.

“If I’m ever going too hard,” he tells me quietly, massaging my tummy. “In anything we’re doing, you’d fucking tell me wouldn’t you, sweetheart? You know I’d never fucking try to hurt you in a way you didn’t want...”

“Yeah, of fucking course,” I tell him in a lazy kind of awe at how good he feels touching me. “I believe you. Negan,” I say after a moment, sitting up a little. “But you know I’m not a pussy, right?”

Negan snorts and bursts out laughing, eyeing me like I am too funny.

“Do you really think I think that about you?” he snickers, looking genuinely surprised and curious. “Why? Cause you’re letting me put lotion on you? ‘Cause I asked you if you were okay? Cause we had a little goddamn heart-to-heart?”

I shrug. I guess I’m just used to constantly having to prove myself to get taken seriously and, to be fair, Negan does seem like the kinda guy who would make fun of doing lovey-dovey things like we’re doing now. 

“Shit, if it makes anyone seem like a pussy it’s probably me,” he chuckles, shaking his head a little. “Don’t you know that? I put this shit on too sometimes, you know...Here, help me.” He says, his eyes lighting up like he’s gotten a good idea. “Put some on my back. I got hit with a two-by-four the other day, the fucking prick. There. That make you feel any better?”

I shrug again and nod a little and he smiles. I take the lotion from him and squirt some on my hands. It smells like vanilla. He’s being so nice and gentle with me I don’t wanna ruin it, so I start rubbing it into a brown bruise on the left side of his back. He leans against me and breathes out deep and slow.

“Ahhh. That’s it, baby,” He tells me, relaxing. “Shit, right there! How did ya get so good at this? You could have been a goddamn massage therapist!”

“Shut up,” I snort.

***

Another hour goes by and I feel myself nodding off in the crook of Negan’s arm against his warm body as the glare from the TV bathes us in flickering light. I don’t mean to fall asleep, it just happens. It feels so nice to be comfortable and cozy and full...I think I feel someone kiss the top of my head and stroke my hair gingerly, but I can’t be sure...if it’s really happening though, it feels so goddamn nice...

***

 The next thing I know I hear the T.V. click off and Negan come and sit back against me and shift us both into a lying down position. I can feel his dick getting hard against the curve of my ass so instinctively I roll over and reach down to stroke it over the fabric of his boxers enthusiastically, yawning sleepily. He groans against my ear, but then he shifts his body into my palm and realizes what I’m doing and he moves my hand away.

“Nah, go to sleep, kid,” he says softly, fondly in his deep, gravelly voice, rough from sleepiness. I can hear the smile in his words that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. “‘M tired as hell. Go back to bed. Go on…”

“But I wanna make you feel good,” I mumble sleepily, rubbing my eyes. “Wanna see your cock, Daddy,” I whisper.

" Shit ,” He breathes, sounding more awake. I can feel him get harder against me. “Somebody’s eager. And that’s sweet. I appreciate it, darlin’, I do, but tomorrow,” he decides. He shakes his head and chuckles. “God aren’t you a freak? Trust me when I tell you you’ll wanna see what I’m packing in the light of day.”

“Please, Daddy?” I ask softly, barely able to keep my eyes open, moving my body against him ever so slightly, folding myself further into his grasp. I don’t doubt him, but his cock feels good pressed up against me. He feels so big and warm. “Want you.”

“ Fuck ,” he curses softly, his fat dick prodding my ass now fully and I can tell it’s taking some self-control to keep on resisting. “N-No. Not tonight, baby. Don’t be a fucking brat. We gotta get some shut-eye. You’re practically dead.” I can hear him trying to reason with himself, yawning. “I got a goddamn empire to run in the morning. You’re not that special” he smirks.

“O-Oh, okay. It’s just… I want you is all,” I repeat pathetically, basically back asleep, turning to bury my face in his chest. For a little while it’s quiet as he strokes my hair. “You’re so hot…” I mumble. 

He snorts.

“You make me feel safe…”

Just as I start to lose consciousness I hear him say in a sleepy voice:

“Want you too, Y/N...” he says so quietly I almost miss it. He chuckles softly. “But we have all the time in the world, kiddo. Want you to be awake ‘n all…” He pauses and shakes his head. He yawns again. “You need some fucking rest. Want me ? You already have me. Wrapped. Don’t you get it, you little shit?” He murmurs fondly into my hair.

“A’right,” I give in, exhaustedly, fading, reaching for his muscular arm that’s already cradled around me with how he’s holding me —even though I’m not sure I do get it. He grins; I feel it against my forehead. So I snuggle in closer, tighter, feeling so fucking safe and protected I hardly care. “O-okay, asshole. Good night, Negan.”

A/n: Feedback please or just leave a kudos if you enjoyed!!!!!! Chapter 5 will be coming soon but I have to finish writing it and know that people actually want me to post it.

Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

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For the DVD commentary game!! :^)

“How’s this for passion?” John growled, pushing Paul up against the wall, pinning his arms to his side with two firm hands on his biceps and aggressively forcing his mouth on to Paul’s.

Paul had seen this side to John enough times. It was a regular occurrence in the Hamburg days, although it had happened at other times too. John would get so drunk or so angry (normally both) that he’d punch, yes, but also wrestle, and occasionally kiss. Paul knew there was nothing sexual in it – it was just another way for John to assert his dominance over the group, like a dog humping or pissing over the rest of the pack. Come to think of it, he’d almost certainly seen John pissing on someone at least once.

Paul had witnessed this many times, and pulled John away from these situations more times than he could count. But he’d never been the victim of it before. He struggled against John’s arms, against John’s lips, for Christ’s sake, before eventually managing to push him off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Paul said angrily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, even though he knew exactly what John’s motivations were. It was the same story it had been for over ten years – Paul was perfectly welcome as his sidekick, his partner in crime, but don’t you dare forget who was the boss around here.

Well, Paul had had enough of it. He’d suffered a host of indignities over the last few months: having to ask Yoko not to sit on his fucking amp, listening to their godawful sex tape, slowly watching JohnandPaul being replaced with JohnandYoko. And he’d put up with it all with a ‘sure, John’, and a ‘whatever you say, John’, and ‘would Yoko like a mic, John?’ But this… the knowledge that John - his John - now saw him as nothing more than just another kid to push around – this was the final straw. Paul suddenly felt hot tears spring to his eyes, and then he got angry. Really angry.

He pushed John again, and then just started thumping his chest with closed fists.

“Fuck you, John,” he muttered as he pounded his hands against him. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

You know, I’ve realised that this dvd commentary thing is a bad idea because I literally have no memory of writing something once it’s out there, so god knows what my thought process was here. I know (and you know) I love an angry kiss, but I think I wanted to steer away from too much of a cliche ‘angry kiss that turns into a passionate kiss’ (in this fic at least), and so that’s why Paul is actually angry. And I think I’d read some stuff about John wrestling/kissing people in a jokey/aggressive way during the ‘lost weekend’, so all those behaviours that Paul remembers just became canon in my head.

As for Paul, we’ve all seen what he was like during Get Back, how he was clinging on to everything by his fingernails, so I saw this as being the straw that broke the camel’s back, the one bit of bullshit that he couldn’t ignore. It’s basically 18 months worth of pent-up anger and frustration bursting out. But also, he’s clinging on to that anger because he definitely doesn’t want to feel or think anything else about John kissing him. Because he knows there’s nothing sexual in it… right?

Of course, it’s then followed up by John’s apology and the tender neck-kissing, which Paul finds harder to forget…

Thank you! I now have sympathy for anyone who’s ever had to do a dvd commentary for real.

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[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ "O"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: It was my birthday yesterday so I may not have Sunday's ready for you but I will do my best!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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O - Orgasm Denial

From Nick’s POV 

My girl is up to something.  

I’m not worried, per say, but I am hella curious.  She bought some stuff and hid it in her closet.  It’s taking everything not to go snooping around. She said it was for her, from the list. What the fuck it could be was a mystery because we were still halfway through it.  

As I reclined in my chair, watching the game, I heard her moving around our bedroom.  We had been finalizing plans for the wedding and I just wanted to relax.  

“Nicky! Can you come help me with something?” 

Christ. It's like she knew I just wanted to have a beer and watch the game. “Yeah, I’m coming,” I called back to her.  I got up and she wasn’t in the room. “YN?” 

Her muffled voice came from the bathroom. “I dropped my face roller behind the bed and I can’t reach.”  

“Ok.” I shake my head. My girl is clumsy.  I bend over the side of the bed and reach down when I feel her move right next to me and then something furry.  “What the...” 

Click. 

I look down to see a furry black handcuff on my wrist. And I’m connected to the bed. I look up to see a little devious smile on my girl’s beautiful face. “Got you,” she whispered.  She pushed me down onto my back with one arm shackled to the bed above my head. She straddles me and pins me fast on my other arm and with another click, I’m handcuffed to the bed.  

“Baby, what are you doing?” I track her as she walks around the bed as I try to pull my arms free but the handcuffs bite. “Let me go sweetheart.”  

She looks away and taps her chin.  “No,” she replies like the brat she is. “I want to play with you.”  

“Ok, well, I can’t play with you if I’m tied up.”  

“I know.”  She pouts. “This is for all those times you teased Nicky.” She straddles over my legs, and I realize she’s bare under her dress. My stomach clenches and my cock jumps. “I’m gonna tease you so much baby but you’re not allowed to cum.”  

Oh. Fuck. 

She starts soft, kissing the inside of my thighs like to do to her before I feast on her.  But she doesn’t touch my cock or balls and its frustrating as hell. “Babe, please,” I whine.  

“No.”  

She’s mean. She’s rubbing her pretty pussy up and down my thigh as she kisses my abs and chest.  I shudder. She’s driving me crazy.  Her moans from the friction on her pussy make me pull on my arms again.  I need to touch her.  

“Fuck, sweetheart, please, let me help you.”  

“I’ve got it,” she moans as she tugs on my nipple with her teeth. I flex my thigh a little and it earns me a louder moan. “Oh Nicky!” 

I watch as she speeds up the rocking of her hips on my leg, sitting up and removing her little dress.  She’s not wearing a bra, so her tits are now just bouncing in front of me. Oh god, I might die right here. She grabs her breasts, squeezing them, moaning and I’m fucking losing it.  

I can see it in her eyes; she’s about to come. “No, baby, please come on my cock. Let me feel my pussy on my cock, please, princess, please!” 

She stops. “This is MY cock,” she snarls. “And you’ve been a bad boy so I will do what I want, when I want.” She moves down, my thigh shiny with her wetness. I swallow, unsure of what she is about to do when she bends down and licks a stripe from my balls to my tip.  

“Ah FUCK!” I’m so fucking close to cumming but she moves away. “No! Baby, fuck please!” 

“I’m so close, Nicky,” she moans as she climbs right over my length. I can feel how hot she is, how wet, but she just rubs herself on me. I try desperately to lift my hips so I can get inside her but without my arms to lift her up, she just uses me like a toy. I watch as her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she screams as her orgasm washes over her and I’m drenched in her sweetness. I sob in pain, my balls feel like they are going to explode as she collapses over me.  

She's catching her breath and I'm desperate to get loose and relieve myself. “Baby, please let me go,” I plead.  

She undoes the handcuffs and I immediately lift her hips and slip my cock into her. I thrust hard up, reaching over and rubbing her clit. She’s oversensitive and cries as her second orgasm fast approaches. “Let go baby,” I grunt as I feel my own release approaching. “Fucking cum!” She screeches as she comes again, and I roar as I pump her full of my cum.  

I slow as we pant from the fucking amaz-balls session we just had. I pepper her head with kisses as I stroke my fingers across her back. “Next time you want control just tell me, princess.”  

“Not a fan of the cuffs?” 

“Oh, I’m a fan, but on you.”  

She pouted. “You didn’t like it?” 

“I didn’t say that.” I can feel her smiling against my skin. “Fucking minx,” I mumble.  

“Karma’s a bitch Nicky. Maybe you should be nicer to me.” She wiggles on me and I groan. “But I do love using you.” She grinds down as I’m still in her.  

Round two it is.  

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Hey Lover: Eddie Munson x F! Original Character

Author’s Note: FINALLY GOT THIS OUT HOLY SHIT

Summary: After teasing each other, Sylvia and Eddie finally confess their long standing feelings for one another

Warnings: language, some sexual references, Eddie and Sylvia are certified stupid pining dumbasses, really poorly written fluff lol

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“Eddie! Give it back!”

“We’re supposed to be hanging out, princess! Not me watching you read your stupid book for english class!”

“This isn’t even for class! Some people actually read for fun, you know?”

Sylvia lunged across Eddie’s lap, trying to grab her book out of his greedy hands. Ever since they were little kids, Eddie loved to grab whatever thing she was using at the current moment, and make her fight to get it back. It started off innocent, but once they got older, it became a little more…weird. Especially recently. Sylvia would feel a flush across her face when he eventually won the little wrestling match, pinning her to the bed by her shoulders, his weight on top of her. Her face would turn bright red, he’d tease her, they’d realize how…compromising the positions was, and they’d sit back up, going back to just being friends.

“You’re only getting this back if you promise not to read the rest of tonight,” Eddie said. “And I get to pick the movie.”

“Not fair!”

“Do you want this back or not, princess?”

“Fine, gimme it.”

Sylvia made another grab for the book, but Eddie, the sneaky little shit he was, pulled it right out of her reach again. She let out an annoyed whine, half tackling him, her fingers digging into his sides.

“Fuck, princess, you know I’m ticklish there!” Eddie yelped, grabbing her wrists and pulling them off with a huff.

“You started it!” she shot back, kicking him.

“Ow!”

Eddie grabbed Sylvia’s ankle with the other hand, pulling her down. She let out a shriek, as he climbed on top of her, his rings fingers digging into her sides this time. He furiously tickled her, laughing along at how squirmy she was.

“E-Eddie, oh my god!” she yelled, tears of laughter rolling down her face. “Fuck!”

Then, it happened.

Their eyes caught one another’s, in the glassy way they usually did when they got like this. Eddie’s big brown doe eyes looked at her like she was Christ Almighty, her’s with smudged liner from her laughing tears.

“Sylvia?” Eddie asked, his voice shaky, like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how or even what he was saying.

“Eds…”

Before either of them could react, Eddie’s hands cupped her face, pulling her lips into his for a kiss. Sylvia’s eyes widened, before they relaxed gently into the kiss with Eddie. His lips were soft, gentle as they pressed into her’s. He pulled away after a moment, horrified at realizing what he had just done.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he said, pushing himself off of her. “Oh, shit. God, I-“

To shut Eddie up, Sylvia sat up, grabbing a fistful of his Metallica t-shirt and kissing him, hard. She didn’t even need to think about it, just do. Never in her life had she ever been so bold, but something about Eddie made her want to be, want to be the person to throw caution to the wind and just kiss him.

“I’ve wanted that for so long,” Sylvia said as she pulled away. “Ever since I knew what love was, Eddie.”

“Princess…”

“Eddie, please tell me you feel the same.”

“I kissed you first, didn’t I?”

“Well, I guess…fair point?”

Eddie chuckled, pinching her cheeks lightly. Sylvia shrieked, swatting his hands away.

“You’re so adorable when you’re being dumb,” Eddie said, laying back against his pillows.

To stunned at his use of adorable to even be mad about the dumb part, Eddie used that moment to gently pull her down with him, letting her head rest on his shoulder, his arms wrapped her tightly.

“I think we need to talk about this,” Eddie said softly. “Shit, wait. That sounded bad. I meant about what this means.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious. I don’t think much is going to change. We’ll be the same-“

“-Just with a lot more kissing and cuddling.”

“Pretty much.”

Sylvia snuggled her head closer into his shoulder. She’d been dreaming of this day for years, yearning for him. Countless hours spent, praying and wishing and hoping that one day he would fall as deeply in love with as she was him. She still remembered how hard she cried in her bedroom after Eddie said he was seeing some girl he’d met at the Hideout, and when he said he’d lost his virginity, and the girls he hooked up with at drug deals. She wanted so desperately to be them.

“How long have you known?” Eddie suddenly asked.

“I guess…God, this is embarrassing.”

“No, tell me.”

“Remember the talent show? Your 8th grade and mine 6th?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I remember before you went on, seeing you looking at Chrissy. I felt sick to my stomach, and I realized I wanted you to look at me like that. Like I was the prettiest girl in the room. I turned around to see your eyes on her and it was like somehow had sucker punched me. That’s why I ran to the bathroom, the story about it being my period was a lie. I just knew you were too grossed out by it back then to question it.”

“Sylvia, I’m going to tell you something that’s going to make me sound like the world’s biggest liar, but it’s true.”

“Huh?”

“You said you turned around, right?”

“Yeah.”

“My eyes weren’t on Chrissy the whole time. They were on you.”

“But when I turned-“

“I looked away because I was scared you would think I was weird. I looked at what was onstage and it just happened to be Chrissy. I was still thinking of you.”

Her body began to betray her, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie soothed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“N-no!” She cried. “You said everything right! Eddie, I spent y-years wishing I was her! Only to find out you really wanted me to the w-whole time?”

“I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“But Michelle, and all t-those girls you hooked up with?”

“Distractions. I never thought you would want me back.”

“We are s-such idiots.”

“I’m the idiot. I should have never looked away from you that day.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to her forehead gently, pulling her into him even tighter, nestling his head on top of her’s, rubbing up and down her arm gently. Her tears subsided into small whimpers before disappearing completely. Eddie watched as her eyes began to flutter shut, her eyelids heavy with sleep. Sylvia yawned, knowing that Eddie’s warm embrace always made her so tired.

“G’night, Eddie,” Sylvia said softly as she began to slip into sleep, nuzzling her face into his chest.

He stroked her hair with a lazy smile, kissing the top of her head.

“Goodnight, princess,” he said, before adding one more thing before Sylvia fully fell asleep. “I love you.”

#stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader

[thestalkerbunny]

TSB plays Legends Arceus Part 36

The power of QR codes, bitch. I hate ‘em but damn are they USEFUL.

Arc Phone13X. Got a great battery but it’s slightly too big for my hand so it’s a bother really.

Volo, please stop talking so I can do this with a level head, you make my blood pressure go up with your VOICE.

Moist. It’s very MOIST.

CHRIST ON A CAMEL OKAY ADAMAN, WE GOTTA LEAVE. THIS IS TERRIBLE. THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. A SHIT IDEA IF YOU WILL. I will live contentedly in exile forever, I’ve always wanted to be a feral hermit.

Adaman, please deliver my corpse to my next of kin. Which is probably Beni. I literally have NO family in this era.

You and fucking Leafeon watched me STRUGGLE for 30 minutes. Thanks for the HELP.....No, it’s fine, I can’t be mad at such a pretty face.

I’ve got the baby leash ready.

ITS THE BABY.

The baby GLOWS.....

Oh no baby girl, that’s a TERRIBLE idea.

Adaman, it is TOUCHING my brain and I can FEEL it-which is WEIRD because brains don’t feel PAIN.

Uh, mainly the adrenaline from landing straight into ocean water after a 400ft fall and pretty much my shattered ankles. But also the Cyndaquil that stuck his SNIFFER RIGHT IN MY EAR.

Pretty good. I mean. I always love hanging out with pokemon. They make me very happy. I don’t get excited about a lot of things because being interested in things makes me anxious because I feel like someone will inevitably ruin something about it for me and Pokemon seems like it’s the only stable constant I can rely on without people ruining it.

They’re both idiots, but they’re all nice idiots.

I FELT BITTER AS ALL HELL, MESSI. LEMME TELL YOU.

Oh shit GORILLA GLUE.

Kinda tingly. Like. The sensation of an on coming migraine? But not as hurty.

You would love ‘Mysterious Mysteries’-they explore all weird pokemon mysteries.

Oh god I forgot YOU were here.....

It’s cause he’s a nosy fucking gossip.

Curosity killed the Meowth and I hope it kills you TOO.

God you are SUCH Cynthia’s fucking child no wonder I hate you SO SO MUCH.

You’re heading right into that lake once I push you into it. I wonder if it’s still full of sulphuric acids....

Oh are we having the come to GOD moment, Adaman? We’re having the question of ‘WHY’ are we doing this?

COGITA! COGITA!!!!

COGITA! I GOT YOU A FEATHER DO YOU LIKE IT???

Wait hold on you sent me out on the quest based on a HUNCH?

Crazy Glue for the Galaxy.

This is really philosophical and that’s not a class I passed in collage. I slept thru most of it. Or was it my Ethics class. .....Some class told me to buy a book and then I didn’t.... Hmn.

It’s actually used in the future to fucking pin GOD into the ground, which was pretty dope, I will admit.

ME AND YOU BOTH ADAMAN!

My brain hurts, Cogita, can I please go sit down on the ground for a bit?

Call him out Cogita. PLEASE. CALL HIM OUT and maybe keep him here I’m very tired of him and I have the sense two more floaty pokemon are gonna probe my BRAIN.

#TSB talks #Pokemon #PLA #Pokemon Legend Arceus #Cogita #Adaman #Volo #Stalky Plays #TSB Plays

[bookofc2]

J Lo started sucking Lady Gaga’s pussy while Barbara Streisand, the obvious tranny, I mean look at her skinny hips, those are man hips, was masturbating on the side. Shakira started sucking off Putin and Putin let off a massive load of cum in her mouth. Like when girls give blowjobs to horses in bestiality pornos, the cum started to overflow out of her mouth and onto the floor. Justin Bieber jumped on the floor and started licking it up. Don’t be fooled. Bieber is not a real Christian. He is illuminati. Jennifer Lopez pushed Bieber out of the way and started rubbing her vagina on the sperm like dogs when they are trying to wipe their butts on the floor.

Drake started doing a slip and slide through the blood and guts all over the floor. Ellen Degeneres was sucking a massive reptilian dick even though she's a lesbian.

Shya Lebeof was randomly and hilariously getting in a Goku flexed like stance and yelling "JUST DO IT".

The queen of England was making out with Zuckerberg. Anderson Cooper is a homosexual and he was ramming from behind Conan Obrian. Stephen Colbert was laying down in the center of it all, arms outstretched smiling, gazing towards the ceiling, entranced by it all.

As everybody was participating in the orgy a shout came from the back of the room. "STOP!" Everybody turned around and looked. It was Kanye West.

"This is disgusting yall!" Yelled West. He was holding a granade in his hand.

His finger was on the pin of the granade. "I can't let yall do this. I can't let yall get away with this" said West. "I'm a believer in my Lord Jesus Christ and God is my witness I will put an end to this. God is in control of all things and he put me here to stop this, to stop this insanity and destroy this plague on the world. When I destroy you all, the whole world will be saved because we all will start believing in Jesus again and everybody will go to heaven. But with all of you sick fucks here, you are all sending this world to hell! I was once sick like yall" said Kanye "but I've changed, recently I've been coming closer to Jesus. I know Rothschild and Neil Degrasse Tyson and all of yall atheists don't believe in God, but I do".

Kanye West had been so suspect the whole party because he had come into the party with the granade in his gucci back pack. He knew the whole time he was going to do this.

"And the Lord is my witness I'm going to put an end to this right now." Kanye pulled out the pin.

Kanye West pulled the pin. The Granade didn't explode.

All of the reptilians were frozen in their blood orgy staring at Kanye West. Kanye liked the attention, like the time when he said that it was racist that Beyonce didn't beat Taylor Swift at the award show, in front of everybody, even though Black guys like Kanye really love Beyonce because she is a light skinned Black woman who is almost White and a lot of Black guys hate Black people and love White people so they put on pedastals any Black woman who embibes white characteristics like Beyonce.This is why you see a lot of colored women dye their hair blonde, trying to emulate German women. It's kind of like how White people love Stef Curry because he has greenish eyes and probably has a good amount of White DNA, and it makes White people think they might be able to play basketball too when for the most part they can't unless they have a decent amount of African admixture in their DNA like Merk Diezle has most likely, and that's why Merk Diezle will probably violently take you out and not feel bad about it afterwards if you fuck with him, and trust me on that, I put that on my Momma. A lot of people want to act tough then are surprised when things get tough. You can take Merk Diezle out the hood but you can't take the hood out of Merk Diezle, even though he grew up in a mansion in the suburbs in the valley of Los Angeles with no minorities in sight, and his Dad is in the top 2 percent financially last he heard. Kind of like 21 Savage whos Dad's a doctor, my Dad's a doctor, but I'm still a gangster. But it's always been that way. I think I was a gangster in my past life.

(Footnote- It is interesting how rappers like 21 Savage almost intentionally try to fulfill White men’s fears of the hyperviolent, hypersexual Black man that needs to be controlled and enslaved. This is especially interesting since 21 Savage’s Dad is a doctor. 21 Savage also dated Amber Rose, a White woman Black men love because she is White, and Black guys act like they love White women, and she has a fat ass, and Black guys act like they love fat asses. If you go on FaceBook and scroll through and find a picture of a woman showing off a fat ass, minorities will like it like crazy and post how enthralled they are by the post. Evolutionary biologists say that fat asses, or a good hip to waist ratio, signals that the woman can bear children well. This is why, they argue, many men like a nice hip to waist ratio. Also evolutionary biologists have suggested that women with bigger butts are smarter. Evolutionary biologists argue that intelligence of the child is passed more from the Mom to the child than from the Dad. This might be why women tend to just like big dumb guys. It doesn’t matter as much how smart the guy is. I used to think that maybe 21 Savage and other Blacks who try to fulfill negative Black stereotypes really liked White people, and they wanted to try to justify Whites enslaving them by expressing qualities that suggested they ought to be controlled and enslaved. I thought they were really White supremacists. I thought maybe they didn’t care about fellow Black people since Black is a social construction and really Blacks don’t share that much genes with each other, since Africans are so diverse. But my Grandpa said that if it is true that 21 Savage expresses Black stereotypes because he really likes White people, that is just Savages dualsitic ego consciousness. He has superior inferior dualtici ego software and is focused on the ego self. He wants Whites to be superior, so he acts inferior. If he was in the flow and oneness consciosuenss, he would focus more on inquiry and expansion of the self beyond the self, and not focus on the ego self. Even rappers who act like they ‘hate the white man’ like Ice Cube used to do, end up selling out like Ice Cube did. But acting like you hate something is the same as acting like you like it. Ice Cube used to say the White men were devils. He said white men were bad. That is good guy bad guy dualsitic ego software. He had superior inferior ego software, trying to say Black men were superior. He was still focused on the ego self and not focused on inquiry and self expansion and growth and evolution and moving beyond dualsitic ego software. The dualsitic ego software that Ice Cube expressed if anything would help White people because they would say ‘see they are hateful and angry and ungrateful and they deserve slavery because they hate us and want to killl us and rape our women’. Was Ice Cube secretely a White supremacist since he has light skin? My Grandpa would say no. Even if Ice Cube was trying to help White people by hating them, that would still be dualsitic ego software. He would still be focused on the ego self, and would be trying to make the White man superior by making himself angry and inferior. My Grandpa says there is no such thing as White supremacist or Black supremacist or any of that, there is just dualsitic ego software and its consequences. Ice Cube made a song against Dr. Dre and them, saying that they were ran by a “White Jew”. Ice Cube had dualsitic ego software top dog underdog software, and wanted to make Dr. Dre the underdog. When a Black man starts to feel bad for White men, they start to try to blame Jews for problems. That is still dualsitic ego software. Its true there are people who call themselves Jews with duasltic ego software. There are all types of people with dualsitic ego sfotware, and there is the consequencs of that software. The flow is when soembody is no longer focused on his ego self and how he compares with others/superior inferior ego software, but he loses himself. In the flow somebody tries to reach his highest potential and

[modern-vellichor]

On My Nerves

summary: Frank is really getting on your nerves. warnings: gun violence, threats, canon typical violence, explicit, language. a/n: send requests? please? ok thank u <3

You sped down the highway towards the trailer that Frank had gotten you. The radio was as loud as it could be. There were three coffees balanced dangerously on the passenger seat. You missed this life. Simple. Too bad you were friends with Frank.

"You feel that? You know how close I am to killing you?"

Amy sobbed while Frank screamed at her. She felt the barrel of the gun pressing against her ear, Frank pinning her to the floor.

You heard the gun shot as you put the car into park. You had never run faster in your life. You were unarmed, running blindly into the trailer. You pushed past Curtis, jaw dropping as you froze.

"That's your head all over that wall just like that!" Frank screamed.

You jumped into action. It's days like this where you wish you had taken Madani's offer. A nice coastal house in Hawai'i. Sounds good. But no. You had to fight to stay with Frank and you ended up a Castiglione.

You wrestled the gun off of Frank, nearly knocking one of his teeth out in the process. Amy was still sobbing. You forced Frank up against the wall, pressing his own gun into his jaw.

It was days like this where Frank couldn't deny how much he loved you. He often regrets not making you a Castle, too. He had fought to get you a new identity, and Madani just had to spite him. She laughed at him as he flicked through the false documents she had provided, two new birth certificates, two new passports, two new rings and a marriage certificate. You laughed too, but it was out of shock.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Frank snapped out of his daze as he felt the butt of his gun being smashed against the side of his skull. This time you pressed it right between his eyes. Frank tried to fight back, but you had the upper hand. You usually did.

"She's a kid, Frank. And you're threatening to kill her?"

"She did it to herself," he grunted.

"Christ, Frank, you're so fucking full of it. If you ever do that to her again, I swear to god I'll spray your brains all over the wall, huh?"

Frank gave you no response. he just stared at you, he was so utterly in love with you. That only made you angrier.

"Everyday I wish I had picked Hawai'i over being a Castiglione, you know that, asshole?" You spat.

"Me too."

You pushed off of him. You turned the safety on and tucked the gun into the waist of your jeans. Your expression softened as you kneeled next Amy. You helped her up and wrapped your arms around her as she cried. You cooed softly until her sobs had died down. You ignored Frank as he dismissed himself. Curtis didn't stick around for long, either, running after Frank.

You wanted to cry. Frank made you want to cry more often then not. Frank didn't cry. When you made a harsh dig at him, he liked to brood. He'd tower over you, silently threatening you. Before the tears could roll down your cheeks, Amy was collapsing into your arms and sobbing. So you held yourself together. You stuck your chin up and forced the tears back.

You stared at your laptop. You weren't looking for anything. You were mindlessly scrolling. Trying to keep occupied. Amy was pottering around the trailer. You paid her no mind.

"I didn't know you and Frank were married."

"We're not," you scoffed. "Thank God."

Amy nodded wordlessly. She didn't understand what went on between you and Frank. If she was an outsider looking in, she would swear you two were in love. All the times you smiled softly at each other, or when he kissed you goodnight, or every bone crushing hug after a close call. But she wasn't an outsider. She wasn't a passerby. She had to witness every time you and Frank fought tooth and nail in this weird power play. She watched every screaming match, every slap in the face, every beer bottle smashed. She heard every violent threat, every dig, every malicious joke that you two threw at each other. And that's how she knew you were in love. Because after everything, after all the bloodshed and murder attempts, you were still together. You were still a Castiglione. You still wore the rings.

When Curtis returned, alone, Amy watched as worry etched its way onto your face. You didn't join Amy as she ate. You just sat in the corner, staring at the screen. Amy watched as you grew restless when Madani joined the pity party.

"What's the deal with those two?" Amy whispered, gesturing towards you.

Madani and Curtis shrugged.

"I think they're in love."

"They get on each other's nerves," Madani explained. "People like that, they'll only ever but heads. They don't like to give up their power. They'll always be fighting for the upper hand. I'm just surprised they haven't killed each other yet."

Madani and Curtis laughed. They humoured Amy for a while, but they didn't believe it. You and Frank were at each other's throats almost constantly. Their laughter died down when you stood up very suddenly. You loaded your gun silently and threw on your jacket.

"Where are you going?" Amy whimpered.

"Stay put."

Those were the only words you could muster as you walked out the door. You searched high and low for Frank. You walked the city all night, and you couldn't find him. You began to give up as the sun rose. You cried silently as you trudged back to the trailer. You called out for Amy. She opened the door for you. Suspicion grew heavy in your gut when the three of them stared at you from the couch. Someone coughed behind you and you reached for your gun. You turned around, and flew off the handle.

Frank stood and you flung yourself at him. You screamed at him and berated him for leaving. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you and Frank argued. It didn't take long for his patience to run out and he began to fight back. Amy watched in mild horror. Your open hands slapped against the kevlar vest as you cried.

"You just fucking left me in this shithole to worry about you, Frank!"

He pinned your arms to your sides and pulled you into his chest. You gave up the fight and went limp in his hold. Madani and Curtis awkwardly stared out the window. Amy was enthralled. Frank kissed your head and you caught your breath. You snaked your arms up and around his neck. You just held each other.

In another life, you and Pete Castiglione were happily married. You lived a black and white life in the suburbs. But here and now, you and Frank Castle were seeped in blood. You were in too far. You can't turn back now. And so you'll shoot your way to paradise, as long as Frank is by your side. Frank led you out of the trailer, shutting the door behind himself. He just wanted some privacy.

He cupped your face in his hands. Your eyes met his. He looked sorry. It was almost pathetic. You felt the false wedding band against your cheek. You dug your heels into the dirt to ground yourself. The tension was almost tangible. It was suffocating. He brought your lips to his. It was sickly sweet. This whole thing was wrong. He was being soft. You missed the Frank that was nothing but jagged edges. You nipped at his lip and he swore. Jagged edges were still lurking. You smiled.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want to leave you, either."

"Do me a favour, Castle," you grinned. "Don't tell the kid we kissed."

Frank nodded. He chuckled as he pressed a final, chaste kiss against your lips. Your expressions returned to their naturally solemn frowns as you reentered the trailer. Amy looked worried. You winked at her, offering her an apologetic smile.

"I think you were right," she whispered to Curt. "Maybe they're not in love."

Curt laughed. He shook his head and laughed. He nudged Amy and pointed towards the two of you. You shared a soft look, a sweet look.

"Nah, kid," he muttered. "Those two are fucked."

#frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle fic #frank castle angst #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fluff #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle drabble #frank castle oneshot #frank castle punisher #punisher imagine #punisher x you #punisher x reader #the punisher fluff #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction

[mypoisonedvine]

awestruck || lee bodecker x modern!reader

based on a request for how lee would react to today's women.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut (including oral, m and f receiving, and anal... lots of anal), degradation/praise, reader being a complete hoe for lee bodecker because I know y'all bitches and I know what you're up to, essentially pwp because I refuse to explain how/why lee is in the modern era

You were very, very different than the women Lee was used to.

With them it had been months of courting and flowers and seduction to get a few minutes of kissing, maybe even some over-the-clothes touching, but if he went too far he got slapped and dumped.

With you it was a swipe right and half an episode of something called "net flicks" and you were straddling him and grinding on him and kissing him like you had never wanted anything so much.

With them, sex was missionary only, every other week only, in bed only, and even when he made them feel good they didn't like to show too much enthusiasm because it was unladylike, apparently.

With you it was things he hadn't even realized were options-- like the very first time, when you were holding onto his knees for balance as you bounced your ass on him, moaning loudly, your pussy gripping him for dear life.

With women back then, sex was a thing women let men have as a begrudging favor, but you begged him for it, sobbed and shook and shivered beneath him, opened your legs for him constantly... he could barely keep up, honestly, but he was more than happy to try. When he couldn't come any more at least he could get you off with his fingers or devour your cunt, and you loved it.

Almost as much, you loved doing things women absolutely did not do in 1966. Only hookers gave blowjobs then, but you got on your knees and sucked him off gladly, getting wet just from his cock down your throat. You even swallowed his come; you even let him paint your face with it and it genuinely blew his mind.

He was totally in awe of you. You weren't just the woman of his dreams, you were beyond that: never in a million years could he have dreamed up a girl like you. Even further, he never would've thought he'd actually get to call you his girl.

"Yours, yours, all yours," you chanted as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Yeah you are," he agreed, "my fuckin whore, huh? My pretty fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sobbed, and he loved how much you loved being called rude things like that. "Whatever you want..."

"But it's not about what I want, is it?" he grinned. "It's about how you want to be used, all the filthy things you want me to do to you, ain't that right?"

You whined a little but nodded.

"So tell me what you want," he prompted.

"I want... I want you to take my ass," you admitted suddenly, biting your lip a bit as he stopped moving to stare down at you in shock.

"You— I— what?" he stammered.

"You... you don't have to, if you don't want—“

"Oh, I want," he cut you off to assure, "I wanna give you anything you ask for. I just... I didn't even know... How long have you been thinkin' about this?"

"Ever since the first time you fucked me," you admitted, making him choke on his gasp. "Remember, how I rode you and you kept staring at my ass? I kept hoping you'd hold me down and put your thumb in it while you fucked me..."

"Oh Christ," he groaned, "so that's how it is then? You're tryna kill me?"

You giggled, and he pulled out to roll you onto your back, kissing you suddenly.

"You're too fuckin good to be true," he sighed against your lips. You laughed and hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm really nothing special," you denied with a smirk as he kissed his way to your neck, "a lot of girls will do that nowadays."

"It's not that you're willing to do it, honey, it's that you want it so bad," he explained in a whisper right against your ear. "I don't need half the stuff you do, I'd be happy with wholesome lovemaking three times a week. What's so amazing is that you want more... and for some goddamn reason you want it from me."

He kissed you again, a little slower but a lot harder, until he pulled back just enough to growl: "Turn over."

You happily flipped onto your stomach, arching your back to wiggle your butt out towards him.

"Quit actin' so desperate," he scolded with a hard spank that made you groan. "You're a hell of a woman but you sure as hell ain't no lady."

"You like it," you pointed out with a grin.

"Well, that's beside the point," he smirked back as he reached down to circle your tight rim with his finger. You reached up to your bedside drawer, from which a bottle of lube appeared in your hand that you passed back to him. "Now what's a sweet girl like you doing with this in her bedside drawer, huh?" he mocked, popping the cap to apply some to his fingers. "I see, you've got all sorts of guys coming over to fuck you in the ass, I'm just one of your hookups."

"No, just you," you sighed as he started to slide his lubed up finger over your hole. "I just want you, Lee, I swear."

"Hey, you're a modern woman, it would be too much to expect you to be a devil in the sheets and strictly monogamous..."

"Lee, baby, it's just you, haven't even thought about anybody else since I met you— fuck!" you gasped, interrupting yourself as he pushed one finger in.

"Just relax honey," he instructed, "if you can't take a finger I won't put my cock in you."

"No, please, need it," you whined. "I'll be good, please..."

He smiled and pushed the second finger in, slowly twisting within you and starting to stretch you out.

"More," you whispered, almost too quiet to hear but he heard you and quickly added a third finger which made you tense up at first before relaxing again.

He was entranced by watching your body open up for him, amazed at how well you were adjusting and how clearly your noises indicated enjoyment. He wouldn't have agreed to this if he didn't think you'd like it, and he had fully prepared himself for you to change your mind, but here you were... looking like you were having an even better time than he was.

"Please, I'm ready, I want it," you begged.

"No, baby, you need a little more," he assured, pushing his fingers deeper to be sure you'd be able to take him.

"Please please pleeeaaasse, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck my ass—!"

He cut you off with another spank, pulling his fingers out of you to slather his cock with some lube and line it up with your hole. "You're sure?" he hissed.

You nodded eagerly and he barely moved his hips forward, just enough to start to slide his head into you, and you both let out a deep noise of pleasure together. But he didn't slow down until he met the end of you, one long smooth stroke into your waiting body until his hips met yours and he thought he might lose it right then and there.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "your ass is... so fuckin' tight..."

He started to move a little faster, pinning you down as you gasped and moaned so beautifully.

"Won't be by the time I'm done with it," he promised through his teeth, picking up his pace once again as you clutched at the sheets beneath you— yet your back arched to push your hips up towards him, so it was obvious you loved it. "That's whatcha want, sweetheart? For me to stretch out your ass?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"God, you're good, you're so good," he hissed, his hips slapping into your soft flesh loudly now, his rough hands pinning your shoulders down. “Too fuckin’ good…”

Your moans sounded different than usual— deeper, needier, desperate in a way he very much understood as he tried to hold himself back from fucking you too hard. It was difficult to pick where to look since every part of you looked so beautiful like this but he went ahead and settled his gaze on your face, the breathless moan you were perpetually caught in as your eyes fell shut and your mouth was open slack.

You chanted his name in a hoarse whisper as he fucked you harder, one more reminder to both of you that it was his body filling yours, his cock penetrating you in such a taboo way.

"I'm— I'm gonna come," you stammered, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.

"You... you're gonna come, from this? Just this?" he realized.

You nodded, and he really had to hold back to not fill you instantly at the thought of you coming from anal alone. He understood now how he had suddenly appeared in this strange time, with no idea how or why; he must have died and gone to a very fucked up heaven.

“Go ahead and come then,” he instructed darkly. “Wanna see you come for me.”

He could all but see the shiver run up your spine, your upper teeth digging into your lip as you whimpered louder and louder— and it was a bit harder than normal to tell by the feel of you that you were coming, but the noises you made were incontrovertibly those of a woman thrown into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your moans exhausted and weak, and he couldn’t take it anymore: with a grunt of his own, he filled your insides with his spend, barely managing to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t crush you.

You hummed, wiggling a little under him as you caught your breath, and it was almost too much on his sensitive, softening cock.

“That was… you are…” he started over a few times, not even sure what to say.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announced as you sat up and gave him a quick kiss. “Join me later?”

“O-okay,” he mumbled, watching you dash to the bathroom as he fell back onto the bed and contemplated the wonderful insanity his life had become with you in it. Maybe the future really is bright after all...

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

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