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kooktrash · 1 year

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OMGGG YES YES YES TO POWDER BLUE BIKINI DRABBLE!! Maybe in a rough yet intimate “I HAVE to have you right this second because if not I’ll die” quicky because they need to rush bc jieun should be coming home soon all for her to end up leaving soon after because she’s staying at Yoongi’s ?? So now they have all the time in the world🫠

GUYS MY AGE | dilf jeon jungkook drabble

literally just a little continuation and obv outside smut [unedited]

warnings: unprotected smüt. doggy. poolside sęx.

It was hot. It was so damn hot in this house and this entire city—country even! The worst part of the summer is the damn scorching Sun so yes, you will forever stay in a bikini because IT’S HOT.

“I thought you were gonna swim,” Jieun says as she sits next to your chair, “Instead you’re just sitting out here in this heat.”

“I’m trying to tan, if I can anyway,” you said with a shrug lowering your sunglasses, “And what else is there to do?”

“You can come with me and pick up Yoongi because that dumbass told me he didn’t need a ride after dropping his car off at the shop and now he does. That’s a 20 minute drive.” Jieun said with a hopeful smile but you just stared at her. “No.”

“Why!?” “Because I’m sweaty and in a bad mood!” You said jokingly and Jieun knew you were only being dramatic, “So leave me here to die of a heatstroke and go pick up your boyfriend.”

“Fine, you suck…bitch,” with that she smacked the side of your head making you whine as she left with a laugh. You turned back toward the glistening pool debating if you should just drown yourself in cold water. Jungkook had been busy all day, Namjoon was over to deal with some court case for this big company at the moment. Literally the most boring thing ever and to make things worse you’ve been sitting outside in this cute powder blue bikini that he couldn’t even properly enjoy the sight of because Jieun was home.

Don’t ask him where things stand between you and him because he does not know. You haven’t questioned him about your relationship so he assumes right now you two are just fine. That doesn’t mean he’s fine not being able to touch you whenever because he’s not. So the second Jieun came in complaining about the forty minutes drive and back it’d be to pick up Yoongi, Jungkook was already getting excited.

“Alright Namjoon, pack it up, I’ll work on this later.” “Huh?” “Yeah, safe drive.”

Jungkook had never ran to the backyard so fast in his life. You lay there with your eyes shut watching them Orange hues on your eyelids fade to dark making you open them. Jungkook stood over you making you smile, “Hi stranger.” He took a seat on the edge of your laying pool chair, “No one’s home.”

“Is that so?” You asked already sitting up for him to get close to. You wore a powder blue bikini now, small breast cups and very tiny shorts. The fabric was shimmery and the sides were tied together with flimsy strings that could easily come undone with his fingertips. Seeing you every morning lounging by his pool in his house, that he worked so hard for, sitting there looking pretty just does things to him. What’s he going to do when you and Jieun go back to school? You cleared your throat, taking your sunglasses off, “So what do you want to do with me now that we’re the only ones home? We have like thirty minutes.”

“Everything.” With that he pressed his lips against yours roughly, “I have to have you right now because if I don’t I think I’ll die.”

You giggled at that as he trailed his kisses down your neck, hands coming around your chest making you gasp. His fingers slid the small triangles of fabric off your tits, sliding them down the string to expose your nipples as he squeezed them between his fingers. Your body always reacted so quickly to his touch, so eager. He doesn’t think he’s felt this in a long time and your eagerness just makes him that much harder.

You let out a soft moan as Jungkook wrapped his arms around your lower back tightly so he could lift you and put you closer to the end of the chair while he was toward the back, “Ugh what are you going to do when I go? Are you gonna forget about me, Mr. Jeon.”

Goddamn you were so damn dirty. You never called him Mr. Jeon in front of Jieun, only when his mouth was devouring yours. Jungkook held in a breath as you began to grind your cunt against his lap. There was absolutely no concern of being seen outside at his poolside by his neighbors. All he’s thinking about is the way your bottoms worked as a very small barrier between your pushy and his shorts. You both were so eager, so ready to just get on with it—or get it on.

He licked his dry lips, “How can I forget if you send me all those pretty pictures of you?”

It’s been days since the first time and last time you slept together which happened to have all three rounds in one night. It would have been enough for him after three years but now he can’t stop thinking about you now. He came to seriously get annoyed whenever Jieun was home all day, did that make him a bad dad? That he didn’t want his 20 year old daughter home so he could fuck her best friend? And fuck you, he will.

“We haven’t done it like this yet,” you said in a sultry voice as you turned your back to him suddenly and laid down on your elbows and knees. Jungkook’s jaw slipped open at the sight of your rounded ass up for him, your spine arched and your shoulder blade protruding from the bend. Your hair was on one side of your head and you just presented yourself ready to be fucked from behind. Jungkook couldn’t help but to press his hips against yours despite still being fully dressed. He was just amazed by how he fit perfectly between your ass and you made sure to give a small wiggle making him groan.

Neither one of you had the patience to take things slow and with Jieun coming back soon with Yoongi nonetheless, you rushed through things more. Jungkook was nearly fully hard just at the sight of you and kissing so he pulled down the zipper of his pants, slipping them down with his briefs as he pulled his member out. He barely had time to look around and make sure no neighbor was by a window or anything as he pulled your bottoms to one side exposing your wet pussy. Jungkook guided his tip toward your entrance making sure to coat his head with your slick. You were already withering beneath him and he couldn’t stop the smirk on his face.

Just imagine everyone around him knowing he’s about to fuck one of the tightest pussies he’s ever had. You released an impatient sigh, “I thought you needed to have me now! I thought you would die if you weren’t in m—ngh.”

Your words caught in your throat as Jungkook pressed his cock into your folds making you try and relax your body to welcome the strength. Jungkook took pleasure in the way your back seemed to arch like a kitten’s at being touched. He pressed a hand down on your spine keeping you arched for him as his other hand was on your ass backing you into him. He gave you a breathy scoff at your submission, “Don’t raise your voice at me, baby, I don’t like that.”

You groaned in frustration and pleasure as he began to pull his cock out giving you a small thrust back in as you adjusted. Jungkook licked his lips at the sight below him and he couldn’t help but reach for your skid over bottoms, hooking a finger on it, lifting, and letting go. Your body jumped, pussy constricting around his length making him groan as he did it again. Once again you reacted the same, hands stretching out before you on the chair, “Mm, you’re so dirty Mr. Jeon.”

He released a low grunt as you began a steady pace of fucking back on his length and he brought his hands away to watch you fuck yourself using him so eagerly. He stood straighter, hands going to his hair to brush it back as you continued to shake your ass on his dick, soft little moans leaving your lips. He licked his lips as he looked down at the view, hand sneaking down your back to your hair, making only so your hips could move as he gave you a small tug. You forced yourself up as a hand came around your stomach and the other around your throat until your back was arched nearly touching his chest. He slid the hand on your stomach down to your pelvis, keeping you in place as he fucked you deeply, face in your neck as his other hand left your throat and traveled to your exposed tits. You smiled at the way he groped your body while fucking you so dirty, “Look at you, you can’t even control yourself.”

“It’s all because of you,” he growled into your throat, sucking on your neck, marking you, “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

You smiled, hand going over the one he had on your breasts forcing his fingers to grope more roughly, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he lifted your hips enough to grind you down on his member, “So you gonna cum? Jieun could get here any second.”

And you were so close. So close that when he pressed his finger against your folds, finding your clit and softly running over it, your thighs shook. And he enjoyed every second of the way your body was always so quick to react to him that he wasn’t even surprised when you released a loud whine as you came. Jungkook’s lips parted in a low groan at the way your pussy flooded his member with release and though he tried holding you through it, you pushed away from him. Jungkook’s hands tried adjusting your bathing suit back into a soft caress as you tried tearing yourself away from him. Jungkook let you go watching you turn, making him go to kiss you when you dropped down onto your stomach, hand coming around his cock and placing your lips around it.

The action alone was enough to make Jungkook drop down onto his hinds, mouth opening in a low moan as he came down your throat, watching you lick up his and your release at once.

In his back pocket, a buzz was felt and as he reached for his phone feeling you lick him clean, he checked the notification.

jieun: we’re getting dinner and going back to his place. pls let y/n know :)

He couldn’t help the small chuckle that left his lips as you finally got up, tucking him back into his jeans and just like that, his hand was holding your chin bringing your lips to his own, “We have all night now. So wash up for dinner, then we’ll see how the night goes.”

You smiled kissing him softly, “Yes, Mr. Jeon, but I’m going to need help getting clean.”

“So needy.”

“But you love it.”

“‘Maybe.” He likes feeling wanted.

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putaposyinyourhair · 10 months

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Slowly but Also Like All at Once

noah diaz x mirage (aka the literal personification of ‘wait, did you just flirt with me?’ and ‘have been for the past year but thanks for noticing’)

warnings : mirage isn't exactly himself but it's only temporary and also more f bombs dropped

oh shit here comes reek

“Could you— can you transform into, like, a Civic hatchback or somethin’?” Noah inquires quietly after having to clear his throat a bit awkwardly— probably because he’d spent pretty much the entire ride back to Brooklyn in stunned silence, still mulling over Optimus’ request. “Y’know, before we roll into the neighborhood?”

There’s a beat of silence. And Noah wonders if he’s said something wrong.

“I know you did not just ask me to do that,” Mirage snorts then, in a clearly offended tone. Because apparently, Honda Civics are beneath him.

Noah scowls heavily down at the radio.

“Oh, my bad, your highness—” he begins to apologize sarcastically, only to be cut off by the mech.

“You’re not forgiven,” Mirage points out snobbishly.

Noah lets out a frustrated groan, fingers curling inward around his box of electronics— which he’d pulled into his lap earlier amidst the silence, as something to busy himself with, checking if everything was as promised; not crushed— and one of his fingers pokes a hole straight through the worn down cardboard.

“Look,” he sighs. “It’s broad daylight out. My man, Reek, he’s always out front and he’s gonna recognize you in a second flat. Plus, everybody and they mama knows I’m way too fuckin’ broke to be crusin’ ‘round in a Porsche, bro. Come on.”

Mirage’s radio emits a droning buzz, followed by an annoyed groan just as the Porsche begins to slow and pull over.

“The things I do for you,” Mirage snaps. “They’re not natural. It should be studied.”

He pops the driver side door open.

“Out.”

Noah’s brows furrow, confused, but nevertheless he does as he’s told and climbs out with his box still in hand. He rounds the Porsche and steps onto the sidewalk, chuckling awkwardly under his breath as a few pedestrians glance his way when the silver and blue vehicle burns rubber and sends up a puff of smoke as Mirage peels away from the curb.

Noah feels kind of abandoned for a moment.

His chest does that stupid twisty thing that he’d thought it had finally decided to stop doing. He wonders for a moment if he should’ve sucked it up and just not said anything.

But then the loud sound of an engine revving calls his attention and Noah’s jaw drops when a silver Volkswagen Corrado SLC VR6 coupe with blue stripes rolls up to the curb.

It’s definitely not a Civic.

The passenger side window rolls down.

“I hope you know this is like the equivalent of me asking you to shave all your hair off for me.”

Oh.

Noah definitely should’ve just sucked it up. Maybe asked Mirage to drop him off down the block instead. There’s so many other ways he could’ve gone about this.

He feels like shit. And it shows in the way his shoulders droop and he lowers his head, looking up at the Corrado kind of sheepishly.

“I’m just yanking your chain, sweetspark,” Mirage admits casually. “I don’t give a flying frag. Hop in.”

The words are said so flippantly, Noah almost misses the new term of endearment the bot somehow manages to sneak in there— at least he thinks it’s a term of endearment anyways; the cybertronian version of sweetheart.

His cheeks flood with a swift rush of heat. And he tells himself it’s just because of the stifling heat outside. But he can’t exactly explain away that stupid hot jabbing sensation in his chest that’s also decided to make a sudden return.

He huffs and rounds the car once more, Mirage opening and closing the door for him as he climbs inside.

“You’re a dick,” Noah grumbles beneath his breath as he sets his box down on the passenger seat then fastens his seatbelt, his face still flushed.

“Yeah, but it’s not like you didn’t already know that.”

God damn him, he’s right too.

Noah decides to ignore him for the next few minutes it takes for them to roll up outside his apartment building— evading the bot’s comments and questions with a few spaced-out hums. Instead, he keeps watch out the window for anyone who knows him too well and might think it’s weird for him to be pulling up in a strange car. A car that Noah still— despite the change into a Volkswagen— could never be able to afford.

Mirage’s engine cuts off as soon as he pulls over, after expertly parallel parking between a Mazda 626 and an old Lincoln town car Noah recognizes as Mr. Delano’s, a senile old man that lives a few doors down from him and sometimes gets into shouting matches with the ghost of his ex-wife, Shirley.

“Ladies and gents, we have arrived at our destination,” Mirage announces through the radio with a crackle of static— and Noah thinks he does it on purpose, to make the dumb joke sound more authentic. “974 Wilson Avenue. You may now unfasten your seatbelts.”

It’s adorable, unfortunately, and Noah can’t help the smirk it pulls out of him.

“Got ‘em.”

Noah shakes his head and turns to look out the window— hoping that it somehow hides the quickly-growing full blown smile on his face from Mirage.

Across the street, Mrs. Moreno’s triplets are playing double dutch with a long jump rope that obviously used to be a few smaller jump ropes, which have now been tied together.

“So, I’m picking you up later tonight, right?” Mirage inquires after a moment, his playful tone falling into a far more somber one— like he’s kind of scared Noah’s going to say no. “After you talk to your family and pack?”

The smile on Noah’s face drops.

He’s had a long ride back to Bushwick to think about the answer to that question. A long time to think on Optimus’ offer. And he still doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

Or maybe some part of him does but he’s torn between his options.

On one hand, he has to face his ma— who’s already gonna tear him a new one for missing dinner and not checking in— and tell her he’s leaving again, with barely an explanation as to why. And on top of that, he has to explain it to Kris too. At least when it comes to his little brother, he can give the kid a version that’s closer to the truth.

On the other hand, he has to do something that he’s pretty sure is gonna break his heart; say goodbye. Might break Mirage’s heart too— or rather, his spark.

A few buildings down, Noah can see Mr. Jackson’s son— Noah thinks his name is Paulie— feeding the neighborhood stray cats, something that usually brings his neighbor, Mrs. Vargas, out with a broom in her hand, yelling at him in Spanish because she hates that the ‘pequeños demonios’ keep eating the plants she has on her windowsills.

Except Paulie doesn’t speak Spanish and usually just waves obliviously.

Noah glances down at the radio and heaves a soft sigh.

“Mirage,” he begins to say. “Look, dude, I don’t know if—”

Mirage’s radio releases a garbled, high-pitched whine that makes Noah wince a bit.

“Aw, come on,” the bot moans— and Noah imagines that if the mech were in his rootmode, he’d be kicking his legs in a fuss. “You can’t leave me with those tightasses, man!”

Noah huffs softly beneath his breath, digging his teeth into the smooth skin on the inside of his bottom lip.

“I’ll beg if I have to, gorgeous.”

Motherfucker…

Noah’s just about had it with him.

Mostly just because he thinks his heart might give out with the way it keeps tripping over a beat every time the mech uses one of those goddamn pet names.

Is it flirting? It feels like flirting. But Noah’s not sure. Because he’s a loser and he doesn’t actually know the first thing about flirting. He’s never had time for that before.

He’d always been too busy serving in the army and then running around, worrying about Kris, to even let himself stop and think about something as frivolous as trying to get his flirt on.

Plus, Noah doesn’t know if cybertronians even know what flirting is.

Sure, it feels deliberate. But it’s totally possible Mirage is just repeating shit he’s heard on the streets, or on TV. Right?

Noah’s eyes widen.

What the hell is he even thinking?

He shakes his head.

“Look, Noah. I know this is… a big decision,” Mirage comments softly. “I really want you to come with me. I mean, come on, man. We’re partners. But… I’ll understand if you don’t.”

Why does the mech have to be so freaking sweet about it too?

Noah wants to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes and push until he starts seeing stars.

“How about I give you some time to think about it?” the bot suggests. “I’ll drop by later tonight. That sound like a plan?”

Noah just nods. Because he doesn’t trust his voice not to betray him in that moment and drop like he’s some kind of pre-pubescent teenager.

The Corrado’s driver side door clicks open.

Noah unfastens his seatbelt.

“Don’t forget your gizmos,” Mirage reminds him pointedly. “I know how important they are to you.”

A sharp squawk from a few feet away has Noah’s head snapping up to see a wide-eyed Reek— who’d clearly crossed the street, headed in Noah’s direction— trip over nothing but air and go down hard on the pavement.

“Oh, shit,” Noah exclaims, jumping out of the Corrado. “You aight, man?” He zips over to his fallen friend’s side and reaches down to help the man up.

Reek, with the help of Noah who’s got ahold of one of the other man’s shoulders, stands on shaky feet. His nose is busted and a small rivulet of blood is running over his lip and down his chin.

“Shit, bro, you’re bleedin’,” Noah tells him.

But Reek doesn’t seem to be paying Noah or the blood on his face any mind. No, instead he’s gawking at the Corrado behind Noah.

Noah feels his muscles tense.

“Noah…” Reek begins slowly. “Did that motherfuckin’ car just talk?”

Noah thinks he should be commended for the way he immediately snaps into action, releasing his friend and taking a step back, forcing out a chuckle that’s only kind of awkward.

“A talking car?” he snorts, reaching back to shut the Corrado’s driver side door in a way he really hopes looks chill and unbothered. “Man, you trippin’. You been smokin’ way too much of that chronic shit.”

He hears the window make a whirring noise that clearly means Mirage is rolling it down and he steps back again— his backside coming into contact with the driver side door— in an attempt to shield it from Reek’s view.

“Don’t play with me, man!” Reek cries out, pointing at him. “I ain’t crazy. I know what I just seen with my own two eyes!”

Noah’s eyes widen and he takes a moment to glance around the street, hoping their little spat isn’t drawing any unwanted attention.

“So, I’ma ask you again, dawg,” Reek snaps. “Did that motherfuckin’ car just talk?”

“No?” Noah tries again.

“Yes.”

The admission comes from over Noah’s shoulder and Noah absolutely freezes.

“What the fuck…” Reek breathes out, utterly stunned. “It just talked again. The fuckin’ car just talked.”

Noah turns his head to the side for a second and narrows his eyes down at the silver and blue Corrado.

“Shut up,” he whispers, both hands fisted at his sides, before he whirls back around to face Reek. He stubbornly ignores the way the metal at his rear warms up and seems to tremble.

“It just talked again,” Reek is babbling away, his wild gaze jumping between the car and Noah. “It talks. It’s a talking car. The fuckin’ car just talked again, Noah.”

“No, it didn’t!” Noah denies immediately— unable to control the way his voice rises in pitch in his panic.

Mrs. Moreno’s kids pause their game of double dutch for a second to glance across the street at them.

Noah reaches up and waves at them dumbly until they return to their game.

“Yes, I did,” Mirage’s voice contradicts— and Noah’s gonna kill him, strip him for parts, something, because the asshole sounds proud of it too.

He snaps and whirls back around.

“God damn it, Mirage,” he stresses, forcing his voice to stay low and ignoring Reek’s ravings behind him. “So much for being a master spy. Announce it to the whole world while you’re at it, why don’t you? Way to be slick, dude.”

“Oh, I can show you slick,” Mirage’s sly voice drawls. “All you gotta do is ask nicely, baby. I’ll put on a real good show for you.”

Okaaaay.

Noah thinks it’s finally safe to assume that Mirage isn’t just repeating shit he’s heard on the streets or on TV. This is definitely deliberate.

Noah thinks even the back of his neck flushes this time around.

He bites out an exasperated groan and bends down to lean into the Corrado’s cabin as Mirage rolls his engine over, reaching out for his box. He steadfastly ignores the way the metal digging into his stomach vibrates just a little more than strictly necessary.

“We’re gonna have a serious conversation about this later,” he points out, glaring at the radio as he pulls the box into the driver’s seat so he can get a better grip on it. “Now get outta here before you give my friend a heart attack.”

“Yes, sir,” Mirage taunts immaturely— and Noah’s sure that had the bot been in his rootmode, he would’ve stuck his tongue out at Noah. If that’s even what it’s called. Noah knows he has one, he’s noticed it before.

Noah yanks his box out of the car and, reaching out to grab ahold of Reek’s arm, moves them both over to the sidewalk where he can do nothing but sigh as Mirage once more peels away from the curb with a shriek of screeching tires— damn near scratching the faded paint on Mr. Delano’s Lincoln.

“Noah…”

Noah turns to face Reek, his freckled cheeks absolutely still blazing away.

The man’s got one brow firmly arched. And he still looks kind of blanched, something Noah’s never seen from him before, but he’s also got this wary look on his face

“Look, man, I can explain—”

“Noah,” Reek begins again, tentatively— like he’s about to ask something that even he can’t quite believe he’s going to ask. “Did you fuck that car?”

Noah damn nearly chokes on his own tongue.

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whimsical-roasting · 11 months

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I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt smut #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #sub!jamie #he's so cute #i hope this is alright!#if it sucks don't tell me #if its good then tell me #much like jamie #i too have a praise kink

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faegoddessog · 3 months

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Not 'till Monday

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, clit play, fellatio, cum swallowing, cunnilingus, snowballing (male to female), Austin taking SUCH good care of you is SO many ways.

Summary: Recovering from surgery is tough. Doing it with Austin at your side is amazing with one exception-no orgasms allowed. I mean how did the doctor expect you to NOT be turned on when Austin is caring for you? It was fine for the first bit, but as you near the end of your blackout period it gets harder and harder, especially when he's vowed to abstain as well. Monday morning could not come soon enough and that goes for the both of you.

A/N: This little one shot was inspired by a convo with @purejasmine. I basically vomited it up in 24 hours. There are wee references to my other works and yeah, I have completely self serving fantasy that he'd read my work and go... 'damn... that's hot'. LOL! Let a girl dream!!!

Enjoy! let know if you'd like to be added to my tags list!

@purejasmine @slowsweetlove @richardslady121 @austinbutlerslovers

You weren’t gonna read it, your T-besties new dirty smut, but the line just jumped out at you and now you couldn’t stop reading and re-reading just that one line.

“Is this what you want? For me to fill you with my cock?”

Holy. Fuck. You shouldn’t be, but you are so fucking turned on right now. The fucking buzzing and throbbing of your pussy is out of control! Fuck! It is so intense, it's no joke. You give in and read on. When you get to the mutual orgasm part, you squirm in your seat feeling your wetness literally bubbling out. What the actual fuck!

“I can control myself” you think, literally shaking.

Your throat vibrates with a needy groan as you toss your head back. ”Stop triggering me, bro!” you assert to the ceiling.

“Are you ok, Princess?” his concerned voice calls down the hall from your bedroom.

“Yes, I’m fine.. Well not fine.. But I’m ok” you shake your head, sighing, texting your t-bestie to fucking stop, tongue in cheek of course. You never want her to stop.

“What’s wrong, what’d I do Baby,” his voice is hot in your ear, just moments before his hand crosses your upper chest.

“Nothing you did Austin, my love. She’s just at it again,” you hold up your phone to show him the latest smut.

“Princess, you should not tempt yourself. You know the doctor said no orgasms, not until Monday. You can hold out a couple more days,” he lightly kisses your cheek and walks around to sit on the couch with you.

“I know, I know and I’ve been really good and you’ve been amazing. But she writes you so well… plus just having you around keeps me wet all the time.”

“MMM I know, that’s one of a long list of my favorite things about you,” he purrs at you.

Austin has been a freaking angel sent from the beyond since your surgery. Well, longer than that. He’s cooked for you, made sure you’ve stayed on top of your pain meds, stayed up at night to hold you in his arms until you fall asleep. He’s never missed a chance to take your walks with you. Even though they’ve had to be a little slower than usual. He holds your hand and points out animals and trees and the beauty of nature. You are so in love with him, he is the best thing that ever happened in your life. He even declined a project that was supposed to be starting this month because he knew you’d need him.

“Bah, there will be others,” he’d said when you had protested, “I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it anyway. And I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you after surgery.”

The flip side is that everything he does just turns you on, he is like your own personal interactive pornography. You have excellent self control, something you’d had to cultivate in your previous, toxic relationship. But this was testing your limits, you were starting to have a hard time concentrating on anything.

“I love that you don’t get weirded out by reading her smut that is about you.” You nestle into his arms. You two frequently read her stories together, getting so turned on that you fucked like bunnies. She absolutely loved the idea that her mind fuckery got the two of you off.

“Heck no, not when she’s given us some of the best fucking ideas… like that one about cockwarming…or the one where I dominate you and call you Pet… damn that was one hot time.” He reaches down and adjusts himself. It’s been a while for him too, he vowed no orgasms for himself in solidarity.

“Sweetheart,” you cover his hand with your own, your pinky brushing his burgeoning bulge, “if you want to you can jerk off. You want to cum in my mouth?” You feel bad for him, and you fucking love the taste of his cum. The idea of it makes your pussy throb.

“No, no my Princess. I made a vow and I’m sticking to it. Besides, I was once a teenaged boy, I’ve had plenty of hard-ons that I’ve not played with, and I KNOW how hot that makes you. No way.”

He stands up and offers both hands to help you stand up.

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.”

He leads you down the hallway, through your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. The tub is filled with steaming water, the scent of lavender and chamomile drift in the air. Two glasses of sparkling water and a plate of your favorite foods sit by the side. You two bought this house in part because of the huge tub. Both of you love baths and wanted something big enough that you could share.

Austin helps you strip naked, put your hair up, and get into the bath before stripping off his clothes. If this was supposed to help you calm down, it’s a disaster. You fucking love the sight of him. He has been working out especially hard and he is fucking ripped right now. His lats pop and the ripples of his torso are fucking gorgeous as he bends to pull his joggers off. He doesn't quite get the first leg off and hops a little, giggling. He is so adorable and sexy at the same time, quite the enigma.

You lean forward as he slides in behind you. You feel the hardness of his cock slide down your back and nestle at the base of your spine. He wraps you in his kind, gentle, strong arms. You melt.

“Fuck Austin, I know you meant this to help… but it’s fucking hot,” you are struggling to keep your hips still.

“You want me to run some cold water?” he says helpfully.

You purse your lips and twist to look at him. He is smiling ear to ear, chuckling. He knows what you meant.

“Just wait love,” he whispers in your ear, “wait and I'll give you the most mind-blowing orgasm with my mouth in a couple days. Then I’ll cum on your tongue, but you have to promise to swallow.” As though you’d ever do anything else but swallow his seed. His cock twitches against your back, his teasing of you is turning him on too.

“Austin, you are not actually helping.” you giggle. Giggling is the only recourse you have right now. You fucking love this teasing, love this mind fuckery. At least you know you’ll get it eventually. Get his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his body, his cock, his cum. FUCK now YOU are not helping.

“I’m sorry my love, here let me feed you. At least we can appease your slutty tastebuds if not your slutty pussy,” he kisses your cheek and grabs the plate.

“My pussy isn’t slutty!” you say with mock indignation, “it’s only for you Austin. How can it be slutty?”

“Mmm, you are right,” he reaches down to cup your pussy in his hand, but stops himself just before plunging into the water. making a fist instead

“Your wickedly wonton pussy, then” he breathes into your ear. Dear goddess in heaven, he is not making this easy.

He proceeds to give you little tidbits of perfectly cooked bacon, rare steak with goats cheese, roasted root veggies, fruit and yogurt, perfectly ripe avacados. You suck the bits off his fingers as he feeds you.

“My Princess needs her protein for healing,” he kept saying every time he cooked for you inthe past two weeks. He did, indeed, treat you like a princess.

The next two days pass without incident. There are no new story updates, and Austin keeps it surprisingly G rated. Though there is an undercurrent of sexual tension throughout the house. Sunday night is like fucking Chistmas eve, the anticipation is driving you mad in the best kind of way. As you cuddle on the couch watching a film, a standard Sunday night in your joint home, his arm is draped over your shoulder. His fingers lightly stroke your collarbone. You think they are shaking slightly, as though he is a nervous teenager hoping for a gratuitous movie theater-like grope session. Is your mind playing fuckery tricks with you?

You hear him sigh. It’s nothing to do with the movie on the screen. You thread your fingers through his, rubbing your thumb on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you. You tilt your head up to look at his perfect face. His little dimple appears, the one that you can’t help but kiss. Now is no different. You lean up and press your lips to his. His fingers curl around yours as he deepens the kiss almost instantly. You are instantly wet, well, more so than you always are with him. Your tongues touch then caress lips. Lips are momentarily trapped by teeth, before opening to be sucked and stroked by tongues ones again. God his kisses are like fuel to your fire. Your hand drops to his chest, and you turn towards him, fully engaging in the act of kissing this perfectly amazing man. Kissing that quickly ripens into full on making out, including his hand sliding up your shirt to fondle your breasts. Movie theater grope session indeed.

The blaze of passion that ignites in your belly is ridiculous. This is the first time you’ve really kissed like this since the surgery. The forbidden fruit effect is full on. The fact that you can't have it, makes you want it all the more.

‘Fuck it’, you think, your mind clouded with lust, ’what is a few less hours.’

You move to straddle him and at the same time your hand reaches to undo the button on your jeans.

“Whoa, Princess,” his deep voice husky with desire, “not below the waist, not until tomorrow.”

“But…” your face is a mask of petulance, forehead crinkled down and lip stuck out. Your frustration is evident.

“No, my Love, I promised I’d take care of you and that means following doctors orders. No orgasms until Monday, and four weeks still until I get to sink into your tightness,” he reaches out to pet your protruding lip with one long finger. The finger that you want rubbing your clit right now. “I’m sorry I gave in to temptation, Baby.” With both hands he tilts your head down and kisses your forehead.

You close your eyes, breathing deep. He is right, dammit.

Later that night, he is propped up against the headboard. You curl up in his arms, grateful for his love of a good snuggle. He opens the book he is reading out loud to you. His gorgeous baritone lulls you to sleep.

You must be in an orchard, you have to be. What else smells like vanilla and citrus? The tall grass you are walking through brushes against your naked butt. The grass reaches and gropes along your thighs, trying to get to your pussy. It feels good, the grass caresses your ass. You realize it’s not the grass but a shining ethereal being standing next to you, hands cupping your genitals front and back. Warmth radiates from its hands and soaks into your skin. You feel an intrusion inside you, malleable and warm. A sense of peace glows in you, from the inside out and the light erupts from your sacral chakra, like water over pouring from a vase. It feels divine, like an orgasm of light. Then you feel a concentrated rubbing against your mons. You hear a moaning and realize it’s your voice.

You come to full waking consciousness and feel Austin next to you, on his side. The palm of his hand rubbing circles on your vulva. You realize you have been moaning and just came in your dream, or maybe here in waking life too.

“Yeah,” you hear in your ear, “that’s it, cum for me.” You can smell the orange and vanilla on his wrist as he brushes hair away from your face.

You eyes flutter open so see Austin staring at you, biting his bottom lip, nostrils flaring. When he sees your eyes open, his mouth curves just enough to expose the dimple at the corner of his lip. That fucking dimple, it melts you. Then his mouth is on yours hard and fast, the clean taste indicating that he brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash.

His finger dips inbetween your labia, you are so fucking wet, he doens’t even need to pull wetness over your clit. It’s already bathed in your juices. You are pretty sure that you already came once, which is fantastic as you were nervous that something inside might hurt when you finally got to orgasm.

His fingers start working their magic, circling the hood of your clit, over and over. Then switching side to side. His mouth is constantly on yours. You want to stop him and tell him you want his beautiful mouth on your pussy, but it all feels so good. Usually he would gradually get faster, but he keeps a steady pace. It’s mere minutes and your orgasm washes over you. Your body freezes, spine jerking and your little grunts are swallowed by Ausitn’s mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he gently pets your vulva, “How was that my love?”

“Please, please keep going,” you pant, eyes pleading for the overstimulation that he is so freaking good at. You can’t stop your hips from pushing forward and back against his hand.

“No babe, we are gonna take it slow at first,” he smiles, eyes full of love, “don’t want anything to… burst or whatever with a crazy hard orgasm.”

“Hmmmmm” your voice whines, “can I at least have your cum, baby. I need it.”

“That I can do,” he nods imperceptibly, “C’mere sugar.”

You help him pull back the covers as you sit up, unwrapping his gorgeously perfect naked form next to you. His cockstand is a fucking dream, thick and long lying on his chiseled stomach. Your pussy practically drips at the sight of it. You snag the bottle of water from the bedside table and quickly drain it.

“Get that mouth down there, I need to be wet,” his voice is grizzly with need.

You could live off Austin’s cum. In fact you usually get it almost every day. The past two weeks have been torture, not having his milky seed in your mouth.

Eagerly you straddle his leg, bending down. He pulls your hair, still in its sleepy bunny ears, away from your face. He fucking loves watching your mouth on him. You lick your lips, looking at his eyes as he tucks one hand behind his head for a better view. He knows you struggle with your gag reflex and he has never asked you to go beyond your comfort zone.

Tongue out, you lick his soft tip. He releases a shaky sigh. He has missed this too. You bring your lips together pushing saliva out between the seam with your tongue, letting it run down his cock. You push your closed mouth down, tongue flicking his tiny hole. You seal your lips over his red tip, chasing the rivulets and sucking them back up as you pull back. You dive down again, only taking his tip. Your cheeks hollow and the sound of wet suction follows.

“Oh my god, Princess” he breathes.

You rub your smiling lips along his tip in a figure eight, like lip balm. You love hearing his sounds of pleasure. You engulf his head again, just a little farther this time. Your tongue rubs side to side along his frenulum. You bob up and down, up and down, tongue working him, slurping on the end of his cock.

He moans, his hand rubbing down his stomach to the inside curve of his pelvis. His thumb and forefinger catching up the root of his cock. His long middle and ring fingers falling in the crevice next to his balls.

“Yeah, that’s it gorgeous. Get me all wet with that pretty mouth,” he croons at you. His glutes start flexing slightly, pushing his cock up. He’s trying for all he’s worth not to fuck your mouth.

“Princess, I gotta… I’m… I need…oh god” he moans, not able to finish any sentence. You pull back as he holds his hand out, you drip spit into his hand and he wraps that big fist around that big cock. His hips thrusting up into his hand almost violently. He is so considerate and didn't want to do that into your mouth and make you choke. Clearly the last two weeks have taken their toll on his self control.

You love seeing him play with himself. Last summer, you ‘caught’ him jerking off. He had thought you had left. You’d ran back inside to get something you forgot when you heard his moan. Peeking through the door, your pussy had gotten so wet when you saw him sitting at his desk, laptop open. You had almost slipped into his office to help, but when you realized what he was watching, you were too beguiled to interrupt. It was a video you two had made. A close up of your lips around his cock, both oral and vaginal. You didn’t let him know you were there, but you watched through the sliver of the door as he stroked himself to climax. Your hand was down your pants and your finger on your wet, wet clit. It was so fucking hot. You loved the idea of being his porn.

Now, your pussy is again activated watching him pump himself. You realize you have lowered down to his knee and are rubbing your wet pussy on his thigh, riding him.

“Fuck, Princess. That is so hot, you are dripping down my leg,” he seethes through his clenched jaw. “GAH!” he tosses his head back, a sure sign that he is close. His hand speeds up, and stops, speeds up and stops, edging himself just a bit. His forehead is pulled down in concentration, his plush lips form a little ‘o’ as he pants.

Holy fuck, he could not be hotter in this moment. His bicep bulging, his pecs popped, abs contracted and tight, forearm veiny with effort, thigh flexed and wet with your juices. Your mouth is open, tongue flicking.nYour pussy lips dragging back and forth over his skin. Fuck, it feels so good. So much deprivation has made you ultra sensitive.

“Get that greedy tongue down there, so I can cum all over it,” he puffs out.

You tip your head down. His legs are long enough that you can still rub against him and reach his cock with your mouth. Your tongue is out ready to catch.

“Yesssss, here it comes,” he moans.

The warm milky cum spatters your tongue, you know how much he likes to see it hit your mouth. He groans in appreciation. Then you are down on him, sucking lightly, not wasting a single drop. It’s so fucking hot, such an activation for you to have his cum in your mouth. You sit up and grind into his tight quads just at the insertion on the patellar tendon. It's the perfect dune of muscle to rub your clit on. You moan around your mouthful of cum, your tongue rubbing it along the roof of your mouth.

“That’s it Princess, get it,” his hand is still on his cock, lightly stroking himself. He is so fucking turned on with your wanton display. His other hand is on your knee, somehow wanting to help, but not wanting to interrupt your flow.

Your pussy tightens, good lord the friction feels good. Just as you can feel yourself tipping over that brink, you let his cum slide down your throat. Your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy gushes as your hips freeze forward. Your hips and head jerk in unison, grinding your pussy down on him with each jerk. It’s nearly overstimulating… nearly.

You fall forward onto him, ass in the air, panting, shaking. He catches you with waiting arms.

Cradling your head on his chest.

“You good, Princess?” there is just a touch of concern in his voice. You love how he loves you.

You nod, slowly getting your breath under control.

“Could be better,” you look up at him with a glint in your eye.

“Oh yeah,” he gently swipes at a creamy drop on the corner of your mouth, offering the drop to your mouth. You greedily lick it from his finger.

“Yeah,” you say after rolling the salty tang around your mouth, “I, uh, I seem to remember a promise a certain hot fucking man made me. One of a mindblowing orgasm with his talented mouth.” You smile at him, running a finger along the border of his lips. Those perfect fucking lips.

“Oh yeah, when is he getting here?” he jests, chuckling.

You purse your lips and shake your head, you love his silly goofy side.

“Austin,” you kiss his mouth then roll off him, legs wide,”get down there and make good.”

His eyes smolder at you, he loves it when you have just a touch of command in your voice. It usually doesn't last long, as he likes being in control in the bedroom, but it turns him on nonetheless.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nods. Catlike he flips on top of you and slides down your body. In supporting his upper body weight, his shoulders bulge and ripple. That and his ocean blue eyes never leaving yours is enough to set you off.

He wraps his arms under your upper thighs.

He inhales the smell of you.

His eyes close and he moans in pleasure.

His mouth opens and he drags his tongue along your lips.

“Just nothing in, not yet” you remind him.

The apples of his cheeks pop as he smiles up at you, “I know darling.”

His tongue rolls around under your clit, pushing between your labia. He laps your little lips into his mouth, sucking them gently.

You moan at the sensations, god you’ve missed his mouth.

He nestles down at the bottom of your entrance and with a flickering tongue licks your wetness up, sucking your clit lightly into his mouth at the top.

It’s fucking amazing.

He licks again, his bottom lip dragging after his tongue, over and over. Until he settles on top of your clit. One hand slips from your leg and you feel two fingers press, not into your vagina, but in the crevices on either side of your lips. He licks your nub with the tip of his tongue and presses rhythmically on the legs of your clitoris from the outside, milking your pussy. It feels incredible, you had no idea that was a thing, at least not for your body.

Your juices start to flow freely, dribbling down. He greedily licks as much of it up as he can, sucking hard on your labia. Then his mouth closes wholly over your clit and the top bits of your lips. He sucks, the tip of his tongue flickering over the hard little button.

Oh fuck it’s good. He is good. Better than good, with his fingers working their magic. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangled in his unruly locks. Breath flutters out his nostrils and onto your pubis. Your hips start pumping against his pretty face. You know he loves it when you just let go and let your body react. He starts groaning, his hips mimic yours, driving against the folds of the sheets under him. The fact that he is so turned on by eating your pussy is exhilarating. The vibrations of his moans send your pussy into overdrive. All of a sudden you are there; screaming, grunting, shaking under the magnificence that is Austin’s mouth. Pleasure floods your body. You writhe. He shifts, letting go the suction and licks long, sensuous strokes along your quivering cunt. He flicks your clit at the top each time, making you shake in aftershocks, making you drip that much more. He closes his mouth wide over your pussy, sucking hard. Then, with a closed mouth he pushes up to his knees over you. His cock is rock hard and jutting out from his lean form. He is a fucking dream. He leans his head forward and dribbles a mixture of your juices and his spit onto his cock and into his hand.

“God I miss doing that to you,” he moans.

You are panting, watching the sex god Austin stroke himself. His hooded eyes are brimming with desire and lust.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, “I want to watch.”

You immediately obey, your finger rubbing back and forth on your swollen clit.

“Yes, finger that clit, Princess,” it’s taking all he has not to slide into you, but he would never endanger your health like that.

Your finger runs in circles around your clit.

“Pull your lips apart, I want to see it all,” his tone is intense, brooking no argument.

You spread yourself for him and continue to circle your clit. Anything for Austin. He spits into his hand again, and continues to pump fiercely on his cock.

“Pull up, I want that little hood pulled back,” he is huffing, his face contorted and serious, “I want you to feel my hot cum as it hits your naked clit.”

Oh. My. God. He has never said that, never done that. Your finger stops rubbing and pulls back your clitoral hood. The cooler air hits your exposed clit. You moan and clench. He watches as your pussy contracts, his breath hissing between his teeth. He glides hard on his cock.

“Keep it up, don’t touch it.” His chest expands in a deep, deep breath. His orgasmic groan begins as a rumble in his chest and blasts out his mouth in unrequited vowel sounds. Hot semen hits your vulnerable clit, it’s like fucking lightning. Your back arches and your hips shake, your orgasm is inches away. All you have to do is rub… but he told you not to.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, his mouth is sucking on you and hard. His tongue rubbing in his cum, back and forth over your clit. Your climax explodes over you like fireworks. You are so fucking lit. Your spine and hips jerk, bouncing you on the bed. He rides you down, lapping up his cum from you. Then he is over you, kissing you deeply with a mouthful of his own, sweet cum. It’s intoxicating, mind blowing, hallucinatory and nearly makes you orgasm again. You swallow every drop, curling your tongue into his mouth, desperate to get it all into you.

He pulls away shaking, having given you the same cum a second time. Clearly he found it just as electrifying.

“Fuck that was unbearably hot, Princess,” he pants.

Your head shakes as you nod up and down, still completely aroused. You pull his fingers between your legs.

“Rub Austin, please,” you beg.

Austin can’t resist it when you beg like that.

You spend the rest of the day either in bed, in the bath or in the kitchen. Austin made you cum in all of them. Orgasm Day, you’d come to call it, your own personal annual holiday. Now, only 4 more weeks and the medical ‘ok’ until you get to feel his thick cock stretching your tight little pussy. Until then, well it’s Austin’s cum for breakfast, Austin’s cum for dinner and Austin’s cum for a midnight snack.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler/reader

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strxngerbxtches · 2 years

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people who hate on grace van dien are so wild dude.

they’re literally making her out to be this evil creep with a victim complex and it’s getting so out of hand.

grace is one of the sweetest celebrities we’ve encountered in recent years, she clearly has a good heart and it shows in everything she does.

furthermore, she’s a grownup, and it’s so unlikely that she has a crush on joseph. she may think he’s attractive but honestly, who tf doesn’t? and if endorsing eddissy has anything to do with attraction to the other’s actor, joe has the hots for her too (not shipping just following their logic).

the two of them are clearly good friends who agree on this aspect of their characters. (remember grace and joseph have known each other for upwards of 2 years now, they aren’t new friends by any means)

grace also never bashes on other eddie ships, never comments on steddie or anything, she’s literally just enjoying her content and defending herself from people who are being shit to her.

she actively condemned doxxing from anyone who calls themselves a fan of hers and literally begged for people to just chill and be nice to each other, i honestly admire her for not snapping on these people because i would’ve by now.

she’s genuinely scared to go to a con with joe now because she’s been getting death threats over a fictional ship!!! that’s some fuckin 2014 ass outdated shit dude.

i’ve already written my eddissy defense posts, this is fully defending grace, who i’ve honestly come to look up to a lot these past couple months, and who i may have like a teeny tiny crush on? (look she’s pretty and sweet and generally really lovable it was bound to happen)

also also she stated she was picked to play chrissy because she was the only person who characterized CHRISSY as sweet and kind, but people twisted it to sound like she said she was chosen because SHE was sweet, which she is, but that isn’t what was said.

also any talk about her being a nepo baby should also be extended to maya hawke (who i adore) if you’re gonna talk about it at all, maya’s parents are insanely famous, and i honestly didn’t know who grace’s dad was until i looked it up, so if anything maya’s higher on the ‘nepotism baby’ list than grace.

(side note this is not something they should get hate for, they are both talented actresses in their own right and deserve to be treated as such)

on the topic of her twitch, THATS HER JOB!

her taking donations and having subgoals is what makes her twitch a job!!

she does act, but that isn’t all she does, and since she clearly isn’t living off her parents, she does need money to live on, meaning that twitch is currently her main source of income, bashing her for receiving money thru twitch because “she just got a big paycheck from stranger things and it just doesn’t sit right with me that she’s asking for donos’ is such a teenager mentality. adults need money to live, and adults need continuous income to continue supporting themselves.

she’s clearly not getting promo from her dad or anything either, girl was promoting HIM. she’s talented of her own accord and it annoys the hell out of me that people insist she’s only successful because of her dad.

she’s charismatic, sweet, clearly a very talented actress, and in the words of joseph quinn himself, brilliant!!

joe clearly likes and respects grace, and he would be disgusted at the way people are treating his friend over a ship he also supports!

y’all going ‘this isn’t you babe 🥺’ whenever joe says eddissy would be cute but then viciously attacking grace for the same damn thing REEKS of misogyny.

i’m sticking with grace here and i’m also sticking to my guns that eddissy is a perfectly fine ship unless the duffer brothers create a show bible that states it isn’t, as far as we know the duffers and netflix itself is in full support of the ship, meaning it’s most likely not illegal or creepy as that would not be good for their brand.

anyway stan @quirly and be quiet thanx babes

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #grace van dien #chreddie #edssy #hellcheer

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daryldixonsdoormat · 2 years

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Writing about the wolf pack because I re-read New moon and I’m also stuck at a car dealership!!!!!

Ok let’s be honest here 😔I’m writing about two of them. WHY?! because I lack creatively and I’m bad at observing character traits.

Pt2:Paul Lahote

Jacob Black~

I’m not gonna lie to any of y’all. When I re-read this book I truly seen how Jacob loves Bella and I needed that in my life.

Protective asf. We already know that’s like something natural that comes to them. But this man is always keeping a watchful eye on you or asks his “brothers” (the pack) to watch over you. He even protects you from himself, his temper, words, actions anything that may hurt you.

His mindset and personality altered when joined the pack. But when he’s super vulnerable his facade will crack. Jacob tries so hard to be strong for you and be that support system that you both are bonded by. But his past with Bella and the things he told himself before meeting you makes him feel like he doesn’t deserve something like your love and comfort.

He’s so guilt ridden when you cry, especially if it’s because he did something. He can’t decide on what to do for you. He’ll walk up to you arms open to hug you and then he will also back away and turn to the nearest exit. Thinking it’s what’s best for you. Jake can’t even think of what to say to you, ultimately he gets frustrated with himself and steps outside first. I can see his putting his palms over his eyes and ‘growling’ (in a groan type way) and his ‘stupidity’.

He doesn’t use many pet names for his significant other. But this man loves nicknames. Nearly everyone he knows has gotten a nickname from him easily. It’s canon that he would call you ‘honey’ in light hearted or heart wrenching situations. *why is my heart hurting thinking out it.* ANYWAYS.

I see Jacob asking stupid questions regarding you and your life style. Especially if your a woman with a menstrual cycle. Shit like, “ weird question. but… do you think I should keep you away from the Cullen’s when it’s… yk? that time of the month?”. He’s being dead-ass but when you laugh at the insane question, he grins largely and laughs a little too. Jake is still calling the Cullen’s about it though… just in case

I know everything I’m saying is directly related to wolf instinct and loving their imprint no matter what. But Jacob thinks you look hot in every-fucking-thing. He does not care a single bit what you wear in public. He knows he can handle any situation calmly considering he has the best phasing control out of the group.

His main problem is how argumentative he is. Jacob is always challenging yours and other sides of peoples arguments just for his own entertainment. Surely this causes fights between you both occasionally but nothing that can’t be fixed.

I want someone to jump infront of a moving van for me no questions asked. And Jacob would do that. But he also wouldn’t? Motherfuvker probably asks questions all the damn time.

Likes to sleep when it’s cold af. Fan on 3 (all the way up). Keeps it at 66 in the house.

#jacob black #Jacob black x reader #Jacob black x you #jacob black x y/n #jacob black x female reader #twilight #twilight new moon

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Into the Lions Den

immortal-velociraptor asked:

I’m curious, could you do something where Paul has a younger sibling he’s protective over. They aren’t as open about being a vampire as him. But instead of David choosing Micheal, the reader does and he hates Micheal for this. Like Paul just rags on Micheal for looking at his sweet little sibling in the first place.

<3333 im kissing ur 4head can u feel it

"Why do they even like him anyway?!"

Dwayne and Marko shared a look, their eyes staring off into space as Paul ran around the walls of the cave, hair going wild as he picked up speed.

"I mean, he's still new in town and we only know him because Max wanted to-"

"How long?" Dwayne turned to Marko confused, "how long until he gives up?"

The brunette shrugged, reaching for a book he had brought with him, finding where he was last reading, "until Michaels dead I guess."

They shared a laugh before zoning back out and watching their friend go by in short flashes of blonde and black.

"-they could have anyone else, and I mean ANYONE else, BUT HIM!?-"

Paul hated this.

He hated every damn second of it.

And he hated even more how David had forced him to tolerate it. I mean David, the guy spent the first week of knowing Michael trying to get him killed in some weird hazing ritual.

Now here he was, slouched on his bike as he glared at Michael who was doing nothing more than treating you to some ice cream like any good friend would do on a hot summer's day.

And while he couldn't say anything to Michael, or hurt him as per David's many warnings, he could do everything in his power to make the dumb half as uncomfortable as possible.

And Michael could feel it.

The two murderous eyes burning into the side of his head weren't subtle, and he was sure Paul had some secret mind powers like David that he was using to make it feel like the world was closing in on him.

But it all washed away when he looked into your eyes.

Your sweet bright eyes, always watching him so adoringly. If you let him he would spend all day getting lost in them.

"You're sweet-" Michael flushed, choking on the ice cream sitting on his tongue, "I-I mean, the-" taking a deep breath he covered his embarrassment with a smile, eyes flicking to your brother followed with a slight wince at how dark the blonde's eyes had become, "the ice cream, the- yeah strawberry's my favorite-"

You laughed, a sweet breathy sound that made his chest feel warm.

Smiling at him you reached towards his cheek, thumb rubbing away a small bit of ice cream near the corner of his mouth, bringing it back to lick it away.

Paul might have shown mercy when killing Michael before, but now he was going to make it hurt.

Even David was glancing at him warily as small rumbled left the taller man's chest, sending Dwayne a nod as an indication to use any means necessary to prevent Paul from ripping apart Michael in front of hundreds of civilians.

"I'm gonna kill him-"

"No you're not," Star cut him off, leaning beside Dwayne and rolling her eyes, "they don't belong to you Paul, they can date who they want."

Paul merely shook his head, "not Michael, I draw the line at Michael fucking Emerson."

"He's not even that bad," all eyes shot to Marko who was currently buttering up some redhead called Suzie, sending the rest of his pack a blank stare as Paul seethed beside him, betrayal shining in his eyes, "I mean, he's awkward, can't dress for shit, doesn't know how to make someone cu-"

"Stop." Paul shuddered at the thought, his sweet sweet sibling doing that with Michael? No, definitely not.

Brushing him off Marko continued, "but he's nice, and remember how respectful he was with Star, and he's never judged us even when we tried to ki-scare him."

Marko smiled down at Suzie, fortunately, the poor girl was too busy picking at her nails, evidently bored with their friendly-ish banter.

The group turned back to look at the pair of you, instead finding that you both had disappeared.

And when they turned to look at Paul he was gone too.

"Having fun?"

Michael froze, the hand he had so comfortably placed on your back flinching away from you, trying his best not to look scared as he turned to see your brother.

"Paul!" He gave his usual smile, hoping his puppy-dog charms would work as well on Paul as they did on you.

"Mike." The brunette found himself, being yanked away from you as you inspected some rings, barely noticing as he was dragged towards a darker part of the market.

Never mind, Michael thought, death is just a short moment away.

"Can I help-"

Paul cut him off, "let's cut to the chase," he stepped closer to the brunette, making him inch back into the dark alley between the stalls, cornering him, "what are your intentions with my sibling."

Michael spluttered, trying to figure out what to say that wouldn't end up with his face on a missing poster, "I-I, well I- we-"

"We?" Paul's face grew darker as he moved them both further into the alley, the shadows on his face making his eyes look darker than ever.

"N-no not we, I mean I just-"

"Paul?" Your voice piping up behind the blonde made him freeze, his body no longer hunching over Michael as he relaxed his face, his usual dopey grin meeting your eyes as he spun to face you.

"Hey, bubba!"

Your brother's arms wrapped you up in a tight hug, his legs moving you backward and away from the alley he had been looming in.

You had assumed it was a meal, someone who had annoyed him, but when you caught sight of your boyfriend looking scared shitless you damn near shredded your brother's back with your claws.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!- Paul-" shoving him back you sped towards Michael, taking his face in your hands and inspecting him carefully, "are you okay, did he hurt you?"

He shook his head, glancing behind you warily to where your brother stood glaring at him.

"Bub-"

"Fuck off Paul," grabbing your boyfriend you brought him back to the crowded central walkway, ignoring your brother's pleas as you continued on until you were a good ways away.

Michael was watching you, skin still flushed and hand clinging tightly to yours, his hand brushing against your shoulder was the only thing to begin calming you down, "you okay?"

You laughed, leaning forward to press your face to his collar.

"I should be asking you that."

"Hey," his hand met your hair, smoothing down the long fraying locks softly as he encouraged you to meet his eyes, when you did he pressed a kiss to your hairline, "I don't mind it, it's probably one of the most normal things he does."

And it was, between Paul's tendency to walk around the cave upside down and play soccer with human heads being overprotective wasn't the worst thing he could spend his time with.

Still, it was annoying. And you were an adult, you could do what you want.

"I guess it's better than him eating you."

Michael laughed, but his slight discomfort at the fact that he was friends with people who would have eaten him under other circumstances wasn't particularly reassuring.

"True, nice to know I won't end up on a missing poster in the morning."

You scoffed, pinching his cheek teasingly, "don't be silly, if anyone's gonna eat you it'll be me, you're too tasty to pass up."

Michael watched slack-jawed as you sent him a wink, disappearing into the crowd ahead and leaving him behind.

"Did they just-" following after you he shouted your name, hearing your laughter scattered across the crowd, "babe!-"

#tlb #paul tlb #michael emerson x reader #tlb x reader #the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys fic #marko tlb #the lost boys imagines #david tlb #paul the lost boys

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joshscurlyhair · 2 years

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☽ 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 - 𝕛𝕒𝕜𝕖 ☽ [𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥]

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral, dirty talk

Word count: 1k

"Did you see the new professor? He's hot"

I heard a girl walking past me whisper to her friend

New professor? Hmm wonder who it is

The halls started to fill with others as a class was dismissed. I got my earbuds and set them in my ears blasting some rock music to get me through til class

Once I reached to my classroom I found the usual seat I sat in and set my stuff down. I sat down while scrolling on my phone not really paying attention to what was going on

I scroll through some TikToks chuckling a bit at the content

"Alright it seems to be that time-"

I heard a unfamiliar voice say abruptly

I look up and give a confused look

Damn he's hot

"I know I don't look like your professor. Unfortunately Mrs. Schultz had to take the semester off and left everything to me- You can call me Jake.. Anyways we're gonna get straight into our lecture"

Jake.. that's a nice name and damn he looks fine

I say in my head looking at him up and down

He was wearing blue denim jeans, a nice black top and some boots

He then turns his head towards me and briefly smirks noticing

I turned red and moved my eyes around the room like I wasn't looking when really I was. He chuckles at my reaction then continues to teach explaining each slide on the whiteboard

I then began to write each slide as I try to catch up but found it hard because Jake looked so damn good

Throughout the lecture Jake and I made a couple more glances making me turn bright red each time. Gosh it was so hard to focus with him there

"- Alright pop quiz now everyone"

He abruptly says as he turns to the class then slightly smirking at you, side eyeing you

WHAT?!

"Get out a piece of paper and I'll pull up some questions from the board. It's your job to put A, B, C or D"

I then let a groan escape from my mouth. It came out a little louder than excepted causing heads to turn to me as well as Jake

"What was that?-"

Jake says looking at me as the class goes completely silent

My heart goes to my stomach as I side eye everyone seeing everyone is already looking. I feel my cheeks suddenly get hot from the embarrassment

"Let's see your name is... Y/N. Something you'd like to share?"

I shake my head not saying a word

"Looks like you should've been paying attention"

He says then chuckling then a few other laughs from the class followed

That ass- Relax Y/N, relax

"You may begin"

Jake says stepping back from the board then leaning against the desk with both of his hands gripping on the sides exposing his hand veins

I scan my eyes on the board searching for answers but I start blanking out

Shit shit shit

I begin to list my paper 1 - 5 and just answered to the best of my ability

Once I was done I set my pencil down showing I was done

I flunked that dammit

"Just set them in front of you and I'll come get them"

Jake says and I put my small piece of paper in front of me slowly regretting every answer within that slip of paper

Jake walks closer to me and begins to lean in

"See me after class"

He says as he picks up my slip of paper then smirking

Um what does he want to see me for

"Looks like everyone has their quiz done. You may be dismissed, grades will be put in this week"

Jake says as everyone starts immediately packing up and leaving the classroom as I stay put

Once everyone leaves Jake closes the door

"Ah, Y/N do you know why I told you to stay after?"

"U-Um no?"

I say fidgeting

"Seems like something is distracting you"

He says taking a chair and sitting next to me making my heart flutter

"U-um no their i-isnt.."

I stutter looking at him then looking away turning red

He chuckles then traces his finger along my thigh

"I saw how you were staring at me.. I’m not that dumb princess”

"Um what do you mea-"

I was about to say but was cut off by Jake going up my skirt now completely

He traces his finger above my panties lining

I bit my lip from a moan escaping

"Well maybe I can fix that"

Jake says leaning now a little closer as I felt his hot breath in my ear sending me chills

"Stand up"

He says as I do, he then lifts me up and puts me on his desk. He then takes off my panties completely now

"Oh my god Jake-"

"This is between me and you baby"

He says as he buries his face deep in between my thighs

I tilt my head back in pleasure feeling how good his warm tongue feels in between my folds

"You taste so good baby"

He says swirling his tongue around my folds

I put my hand on top of his head pushing him in more

"I'm gonna-"

"Oh not yet babe"

He says standing up

"Get on ur knees"

I get on my knees and unbuckle his belt then slowly pulled his pants down

I then pull off his boxers slowly and his cock sprung out hitting me in the face

My eyes grew wide from his size

"You know what to do baby"

I put my hand on his girthy length and started to slowly swirl my tongue around his tip

He releases a moan and hisses

"Put it all down your throat baby"

I then let myself go all the way down making myself gag at his size hitting the back of my throat

"Fuckk"

He moans as he thrusts in my mouth now making myself salivate more and more until it was dripping on the floor

He grips his hand on my hair and pulls me up

"Lay down and be a good girl"

He says as I lay down on the wooden desk now fully exposed

Jake slaps his member on my clit as I moan

"You want me huh?"

"Yes Jake"

I whisper while biting my lip

Jake then puts his tip in first slowly as I whimper

He then thrusts in and puts all his length in

I moan loudly as he puts a hand over my mouth for me to be quiet

Jake goes faster thrusting as he hisses and moans

"Fuck Y/N you feel so good"

He then thrusts faster pounding in me as our breathing gets faster and faster

"J-Jake"

"Yes darling?"

"I'm gonna cum.."

"Mmm me too baby let's cum together"

He says then pounding into my clit until he eventually pulls out and cums in my mouth

"Oh my god Y/N"

He says out of breath then handing me a paper towel to clean myself

"Maybe we should do this more darling"

Jake says in front of me looking in my eyes

“Also don’t think I’m gonna change your grade after this”

Jake says putting his pants back on slightly chuckling

#josh kiszka smut #greta van smut #greta van fleet smut #gvf smut #gvf fanfiction #sammy kiszka #daniel wagner #sam gvf #josh gvf #jmk #jake kiszka x reader

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cherrycolanpoprocks · 11 months

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It’s been a minute

Hello everyone. I was going to abandon this account all together because I’m traveling a lot more and overall happier not being fully involved in the GDC. HOWEVER, someone felt the need to speak on me AGAIN and not include the full story on what happened. If you were here last year, then you know. So lets address what happened last year shall we? On Instagram, I called out a group of people who were writing RAPE fanfiction about Billie Joe. For many reasons, this made me and others in the fandom uncomfortable, as those aren’t things you should even be writing about. So, I called them out. Others confided in me their issues with those people, I provided a safe place for them to rant to me and share with me more problematic things they’ve done. That made it to tumblr, this beautiful space where some people get praise where they don’t deserve it. Which leads me to Green Gay. They decided to DOXX ME. Which, someone today said they get their info from Indeed so they don’t view that as doxxing, but the info released about me wasn’t available on Indeed because I didn’t have an Indeed until later in 2022. I was doxxed and harassed for simply stating that RAPE FANFICS shouldn’t exist. They took that as “attacking” their friends. Which, I talked with one of them and we squashed the beef UNTIL i was doxxed. Consider the beef reheated. Let me address their post, step by step, shall we? This was posted on June 8, 2023 btw. A full year AFTER everything happened. The ask read as follows; “craziest moment in gd fandom was when someone got so mad at people writing gd rpf that they sent a link to one to billie (that he never would have seen otherwise) so he would like personally get offended about it but instead he just watched both accounts stories arguing back and forth with each other and didn’t respond in any way” Now lets address the didn’t respond, because he was hearting my stories and continued watching them (i will make a post with these screenshots and time stamps lmao) Now below is Green Gay’s response, lets debunk this because they weren’t even involved and got majority of it wrong since she wants to be a one-sided ass bitch and i’m tired of my mouth being in their fucking mouths.

I don’t care and never cared that Billie was looking through anyone’s stories, what he does is his business. However, I cared that they were writing rape fanfiction about Billie Joe and trying to play it off as he found them attractive, when he was just looking through stories of fans lol. Idk how self-absorded you have to be to think that Billie Joe, a 51 year old man (at the time 50) would be obsessed with you and find you hot when you’re likely the age of his son. (Idk their ages, dont care to know.) ANYWAYS, as we know Billie had deleted his Instagram later on in the year, but my main concern was with yall’s need to sexualize him. Like he isn’t a humanbeing. He see��s alot more than you think (WHICH WAS CONFIRMED TO ME BY HIM IN FEB OF 2023) Billie DID look through my stories then and even way after, hearting one where I talked about how gross it was to sexualize them. Seen below because I come with screenshots.

As seen above, you can see my original story, which had nothing to do with y’alls selfie or him scrolling through your stories. But you can see that’s his account and he heart reacted the message lmao. I did show this proof, which you wouldn’t know because you literally said at the end you only watched 15 seconds of my story. I never said rpf was the devil???? I said writing rape fanfiction and assuming peoples sexualities is weird. YOU have got to be the dumbest motherfucker on this app. I will drag the fuck out of you again, even if you doxx me again or send your damn minions after me. It’s gonna piss you off to know Billie had zero issues with me and literally made his way over to me in Feb to talk with me. Get fucked bro, honestly. I’ll be posting my experience meeting Billie Joe in due time, I just had to let y’all know that these bitches are calling me a lunatic when they’re still foaming at the mouth over something that happened over a year ago and was done and over with. Lets not forget Green Gay’s past with transphobia.

#green gay stop what the actual fuck Kev i'm so sorry leave Prima Donna's name out of your fucking mouth.#green gay #greengay is transphobic

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sribbles-drabbles · 2 years

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Can you please do fluff prompt-Arima Kishou -no.19

Hi!! Thanks so much for the request!! Not me dropping EVREYTHING (even though it’s finals week in my college) for this man 👀.

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Cicada’s hiss and chirp outside as the blindingly hot sun beats down on Japan. It’s June, and any one of the locals could tell you, how hot it is and how most are dying for any way to relive the heat.

This of course, includes you and the other members of your squad who while in the chateau have all the fans and air conditioners blaring, but it does nothing to help the heat. Mutski is fanning himself as Saiko lies on the floor appearing almost to melt like an ice cream on the side walk with each passing second.

You think to yourself…“Man ice cream sounds good” and thus it begins….

First person POV

“Haiseeeee” I groan, making my squad leader lethargically glance at me and lift the book he was failing to read off his face. He looks like he’s about to fall asleep but I continue anyways.

“I want something cold….like ice cream…” I complain. Saiko makes an interested sound, of course ice cream caught her interest. Haise looks between the two of us and places the book back on his face.

“Sorry, but it’s too hot for me…why not ask Yonebayashi, Shirazu, or Mutsuki to go with you…” he says, sounding fainter and more tired by the second.

I look to the others and they all avoid my gaze, especially Saiko who despite her interest in ice cream, realizes that would mean she would have to move, and activity that she doesn’t enjoy even without this heat, let alone with it.

I then sigh and stand up from my place where I was sitting on the couch, skin sticking to the leather as I do, making me wince. I then pad over to the kitchen and grab my phone. No new messages, or updates, I’m on a mission.

I open my messenger and go to the one name surrounded by hearts in my phone:

🤍Arima🤍

“Although he’s probably busy…” I reason with myself, and even if he’s not, I can’t quite argue with the desire to avoid this god forsaken heat at all costs. However, it’s still worth a shot, and I’m bound and determined to get some damn ice cream!!

After a little moment of contemplation I shoot him a text:

……

There’s no response for a minute. I even text a quick “Hey, is everything ok?” But there’s no response. Knowing him he got pulled into some urgent meeting even though it’s a Saturday, and he told me he had this day off.

We were planning on going on a date anyways, however the heat wave had other plans, and it was a seemingly unspoken understanding that we would not be going out on a date today.

However, much like how mother nature had other plans for the world, so did Kishou Arima.

About a hour after I messaged my partner in a desperate plead to get ice cream there’s a knock at the door. I ignore it, deciding that remaining stationary on the semi-cool floor and melting much like Saiko next to you, is the preferable option.

The knock comes again.

Shirazu groans and stands grumbling as he does. “I swear if this is Urie, I’m gonna give him an earful, I told him goin out an’ runnin’ was a bad idea in this damn heat!!” He huffs, while opening the door.

Shirazu then immediately falls silent. He goes from looking annoyed to looking as if he just shit his pants before turning his head to your squad leader. “Uh…Sas…? Kishou Arima’s here…” he announces, letting the special investigator in.

For the first time all day, Sasaki jumps to his feet, skin peeling harshly as he does and making him yelp and wince, he turns away from me and towards Arima, allowing for me to see the red marks on his exposed limbs.

“I-Investigator Arima!! W-what are you doing here??” Haise asks sheepishly. I too jump to mu feet and dust myself off. Looking at Arima in anticipation. He then looks at Haise then at me.

“Relax Haise, I’m only here to pick up investigator (L/N). There’s a matter in which I need to discuss with them personally.” He states, ever the professional one. Who can blame him for covering up his relationship with you even from his closest subordinate? As the CCG’s “Grim Reaper” he’s bound to have powerful ghoul enemies. Thus, if you’re associated with him in such an emotional and intimate way, you’re walking with an even bigger target on your back.

I then act surprised and flustered, which honestly is’nt hard when I stand and finally see my partner. He’s standing there in a black and white Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts that go to the knee. He looks like a dad and it’s really hard not to burst out laughing right now.

Still, I manage and walk up to Arima, bowing as I would to any other superior. I then walk over and open the door for him, he nods and steps out, causing me to subsequently follow him. Looking back at my squad with a smile as they all look worried. Well all aside from Haise, who I’m almost positive has put two and two together by this point in our relationship that has been going on for about a year. Still, he hasn’t said anything which both myself and Arima are grateful for.

We walk out of the château into the smoldering heat, as my love guides me to his car and opens the door for me. I plop down in the well air conditioned car with a relived sigh before I feel a twinge of heat again when Arima opens the driver’s door and enter himself.

I look over at him as he puts the car in drive and pulls out of the Château’s driveway. Gaze steely and unreadable as always, but he glances my way as well, only sighing when he realizes that I’m on his bad side. Honestly it’s a wonder how he can still drive while being half blind. I notice his slight frustration and place my hand on his thigh making him smile lightly.

He then interlaces his fingers with mine and rests out hands on the center consul. I look at his callused and beautiful hand then at my own and wonder what it would be like to have a ring on them…to be…married to Kishou Arima….to be the reaper’s love…Persephone.

Arima catches my daydreaming, squeezing my hand lightly. “Are you too warm?” He hums.

“Hmm?…oh…no… I’m fine…just thinking.” I reply dreamily. The heat must be getting to me, my face feels hot and I’m thinking about marrying this man ALREADY….

Still, he’s so sweet. Dropping what probably was a lot of work, to come spend time with me and bring me to get ice cream…I’m so lucky to have him.

“Hey, what flavor are you going to get?” I ask him with a smile.

He’s silent for a moment before replying. “I’ve been wanting to try that orange pineapple that you’ve been telling me about. Investigator Hairu also highly recommended that I try it. How about you?” He questions.

“Classic chocolate vanilla swirl baby!! Can’t go wrong with that!!” I exclaim.

Arima huffs a light laugh and strokes my hand with his thumb before raising it to his lips and kissing the back. A very intimate expression from the usually stoic investigator that makes me twitch and blush.

He lowers our hands as we pull up to the ice cream place before turning off the car. He steps out and heads over to my side, opening the door and offering me his hand with a sweet smile.

I take it and step out into the beating sun, all thoughts of the dreaded heat forgotten by the cool feeling and sweetness, not ice cream but instead:

My beloved king.

#arima kishou #arimaxreader #fanfic #writing #headcannons #anime writing blog #requests #taking commisions #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul x reader #kishou arima x reader #arima kishou x reader #fluff #fluffy prompts #funny prompt #ice cream

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mccarthawrites · 1 year

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Caliente en el Barrio

Relationship: Vanessa/Usnavi de la Vega, Benny/Nina Rosario

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: On an extremely hot day, Vanessa convinces Usnavi to close the store early and take her to the carnival.

Words: 816

In the Heights Masterlist

Usanavi sat on a pink milk crate outside the store. The day was slow and it was hot as hell inside. Almost no one had shown up in the past hour so he was considering closing early.

“Babe!” Vanessa called him from down the block. He looked at her, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Working. Still.” He patted the side of the building, which was moist from the humidity. “Why? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Daniela closed the salon early. It’s too damn hot.” She sat on the black milk crate next to him, not bothering to ask where Sonny was. “They’re closed down the whole block over on west 56th. They set up a carnival. We should go.”

“In this heat? Are you crazy?” Usnavi asked. “Besides I’m still working.

“Come on Navi.” She whined. “You never have any fun. You’re always working. Can’t Sonny take care of the store for the rest of the day? I bet it’s slow anyway.”

“You can go. Have fun.”

“I am not going without you.” She told him, folding her arms across her chest. “You’re either going to have to deal with me harassing your life until you close or you can give in and come with me to the carnival.” Shaking his head, Usnavi laughed at her. He lifted his cap to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the used Bounty in his hand. “Please!” She grabbed his arm and started shaking it like a child.

“Come on, man!” Sonny walked outside. “Like nobody's gonna be coming to buy shit. Everyone is at the carnival. Let’s close early and join them.” He stood in front of Usnaiv and Vanessa. “Oh, hi, Vanessa. Look, you can win her a cute little stuffed animal or something. Make it a romantic date at the carnival.”

“Let me guess: you got plans?” Usnavi asked.

“Ooh. You got a hot date?” Vanessa asked, teasing Sonny.

“Something like that.”

“What’s her name?” Vanessa’s nosiness wasn’t a secret, but was something she was working on.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What have you and Pete have planned tonight?” Usnavi asked. Sonny didn’t know he knew everything about him and Grafiti Pete.

“Wha- we-” Knowing he couldn’t keep things from Usnavi for long, he fessed up. Damn Daniela and Carla’s big mouths. “There’s a place in Brooklyn that wants him to do an art show. This could be good for us- I mean his art.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Usnavi took a deep breath. “Fine. You guys win. I’ll close early.” Usnavi got up. “But it’s too hot to do anything. Why the hell do you want to go to the carnival?”

“Because it’s only here for like a week.” Vanessa stood up and handed Usnavi her crate. He looked at her.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. I'll close down shop.” He walked inside with the two crates, leaving Vanessa and Sonny outside.

“So you and Pete, huh?” She asked, smiling. “I thought the rumors were just rumors.”

“What rumors? I’m his manager. I take care of his career. When it takes off I’m quitting the store and dedicating all my time to him- and the art. Of course the art.” Sonny told her, making her laugh. “What?’

“Does Pete know you like him?”

“What? I don’t- I mean we’re friends, but- I- no.”

“Okay. Whatever you say, Sonny.” Vanessa bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to smile.

“Hey!” Benny and Nina crossed the street and stopped outside the store, joining Vanessa and Sonnt. “Are you guys going to the carnival? Benny promised to win me one of those giant stuffed animals.”

“Navi and me are going, but this one’s got a hot date.” Vanessa teasingly nudged Sonny.

“Really? What are you and Graffiti Pete up to tonight?” Benny asked.

“I don’t like him!” Sonny groaned. “Why does everyone- you know what? Forget it. Tell Navi I’ll see him tomorrow.” Sonny left them annoyed.

“I hope he knows we’re just kidding.” Nina laughed. “Usnavi’s closing up?”

“Yup. I convinced him to close early. I can’t wait. I can’t even remember the last time we had a street carnival.”

“It’s been at least a few years.” Benny wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. Usnavi walked outside, making sure the door was locked. Reaching up, he pulled the grate down. Pete’s portrait of Abuela Claudia brought color to the storefront.

“Are you ready to go?” Vanessa watched as Usnavi locked the grate.

“Yeah, where’s Sonny?” Usnavi asked, not noticing Benny and Nina.

“He left.” Benny explained. “Didn’t like us teasing him.”

“Oh, hey. I didn’t see you guys. You’re going to the carnival too?”

“Yeah. Nina’s dragging me along.”

“Shut up. You were just as excited as I was about the carnival.” Nina looked at Benny, making him laugh and kiss her temple. Usnavi grabbed Vanessa’s hand and the four of them made their way to the carnival.

#In the Heights #Usnavi de la Vega #Sonny de la Vega #Vanessa #Nina Rosario #Benny

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welcome-to-the-drive-in · 2 years

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Aw fuck no

“Hey!i think she told you to stop” I heard a voice

“This don’t concern you shithead” the guy said

I saw it was Jack

“Well I think it does because she’s my friend and this is my house…so I think you need to get the fuck up out of my house and leave”

“Aw my bad playboy…it won’t happen again”

“Damn straight” Jack said

The guy and his friends left.

“Tank you suu mus ack” I said about to fall

“Ok let’s get you laid down”

He took me up to his room and got me a cup of water too.

“Here drink this” he said

As i started sobering up I laid on my back on his bed

He laid next to me

“Hey thank you Jack I don’t know what’s like have happened if you wouldn’t have came”

“It’s no problem we’re friends now aren’t we”

“Yeah…he’s not the one I want to lose my virginity to anyways”

“You’re a Virgin” he asked

“Yeah you” I asked

“Yeah” he said

“I really want to get mine over with but I just don’t want it to be forced”

“Exactly how I feel” he said

Did I wanna fuck Jack. I mean he’s nice and he saved me. He’s super fuckin hot too.

Before I could think I said it

“Wanna do it with each other” I said

“Wait for real”

No turning back now

“I mean yeah we both wanna lose it and I trust you.you trust me?”

“I mean so far yeah”

I turned on our sides and started kissing. He got on top and slipped his tongue in my mouth. And uh I think you know what else happened.

Timeskip (to Sunday)

Here I am knocking on jasmines door frantically. She finally opens the door whipping her eyes.

“Girls It’s Eleven in the morning this better be goo-“ she started to say

I flashed her a positive pregnancy test.

We’re now in her room me leaning against her dresser and her walking back and fourth in her room

“Girl what the fuck” she said

“I know my parents are gonna kill me”

“Girl have you told Jack”

“I mean no I needed a second opinion”

“Well my opinion is you should tell Jack”

“I know I know I’m just scared”

“What if he hates me”

“He would never”

“ I mean we’re only 15”

“Yeah that’s pretty young most teen pregnancies happen at 16”

“Girl I know I didnt think we needed a condom I thought his pull out game was strong”

“Well this was a bad time to test that theory”

“I know I fucked up”

At School

The next day I school i wore something less showy because even though I was than a week pregnant I still felt tired I mean I am 15 my body is getting used to something different.

As I was walking around a corner I got pulled I to an empty class. Someone’s started kissing me against the wall.

I pulled away

“Mph Jack stop”

“What,what’s wrong”

After me and Jack had sex he asked me to be his girlfriend.

“Ok I have to show you something but don’t freak out ok”

I pulled the pregnancy test out of my backpack and handed it to him.

“Ma what is this”

“It’s a uh- it’s my positive pregnancy test”

“The fuck do you mean”

“Boy the fuck do you mean what do I mean”

“Ok chill sorry I’m just in shock i don’t know how to feel”

“Look i know you’re already got a lot going on with your rapping stuff I just thought it would be right to tell you”I said looking down “I’m sorry I’ll leave you and your friends alone”

I started to walk out the door

“Hold up now girl” he stopped me grabbing my wrist. “That’s my baby you’re carrying and I want everything to do with and you and our baby”

“You sure I know yo-“

“Girl hush”

He grabbed my waist and kissed me.

“You’re cute ma”

“Shut up and let’s get to our friends”

Me and jack walked over to our friends at the cafeteria table.

“Oh my god girl we heard the news”Arianna said

“Oh…yeah”

“Girl…we fully support you and we can’t wait to be aunties” she said

“What did your parents say”Carmen asked

“About that…”

Me and Jack sat in front of my parents waiting for their response to what we had just told them.

“Y/n how could you” my mom said “we let you branch out and go to a party and you go a get pregnant”

“I’m sorry mama…I just…I really like him and I just wanted to do it so I did it I didn’t mean to get pregnant but me and Jack talked and we wanna keep the baby”

“Baby she wants to keep it so we have to accept that” my dad said “we support you and we’ll help you through the way but don’t think we aren’t a little disappointed”

“Thanks dad…mom please”

“Ok what your I’ll go with what your dad said but you’re responsible for taking care of sleeping arrangements and custody shit”

After we talked to my parents we talked to jacks surprisingly they were more excited than mad. They even tried to pick baby names.

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nocturnalazura · 2 years

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What am I supposed to do? | Dabi x Reader

Dabi x Reader

This is my submission for @kingkatsuki & @bakuroo-writings' Frozen Hearts Collab A huge thank you to Onyx for beta reading and helping me name this! Like everything else in my life, we're just gonna pretend this isn't late. This may or may not get a second part. We'll see how I feel.

Warnings: Unstable relationships, injury (reader gets burned), minor mention of blood.

Summary: You never thought Dabi would actually hurt you, he never thought he would hurt you either. Now what does he do?

Wc: 1632

Soft clouds of smoke dance and swirl around the shitty living room the two of you stand in. The tension in the room feels like it’s suffocating you as you stare at him. Small blue flames lick across his arms as he clenches his hands repeatedly. Neither one of you wants to make the first move here, you both know that this moment is verging on explosive. You’ve been arguing for what feels like hours, an empty bottle of whiskey sits on the floor, long forgotten as the liquor courses through his veins.

“You can’t treat me like this, Dabi.” You start, trying to stay as calm as possible. “I’m not your doormat and you know it.”

“If I treat you like such fucking shit, then why the fuck do you stick around? You act like you’re not to blame for all the shit here.”

“Don’t you dare fucking try and blame me for anything! I have stood by your side through everything. You’re the one that pushes me to the side all the damn time!”

“I wouldn’t have to fucking push you if you would just get the fuck away from me every once in a while! I don’t need your clingy, bitchy ass hanging off of me all the damn time!”

“At least, I’m not an emotionally distant psychopath!”

“Don’t act like you’re not as fucked up as I am because we both fucking know that you’re a fucking train wreck.”

“Fuck you! Fuck everything about you. Why are you such a piece of shit all the time?!” You shout, walking towards him. Stepping into his space, you raise a hand and press your pointer finger into the middle of his chest before letting your anger take over. “One day, I’m gonna walk out of that door and I’m gonna leave your sorry fucked up ass here to die alone.”

“Go right ahead. I don’t need a sorry little bitch like you around anyway.” Dabi growls, leaning down to get in your face. One of his hands grabs your wrist holding onto it tightly, you flinch slightly at the tight grip only for him to yank you closer and the scent of whiskey on his breath is almost unbearable. His voice drips with venom and the hand on your wrist slowly starts to heat up. “You act like you’re so much better than I am, but you’re fucking nothing. Just a sad, little gutter rat who wants to act like she’s something more, like she’s better than all of us, but you’re not shit.”

You try to free yourself from his grasp, but he holds firm while he speaks. Tears burn your eyes as the heat steadily increases burning your flesh until little blue flames flicker around his hand. Your other hand slaps at his chest as you try and wiggle yourself free.

“Dabi! Stop it! You’re hurting me!” You shriek, trying to plead with him to let you go. Suddenly, his flames extinguish and he’s shooting away from you. Clutching your arm to your chest, you stumble away from him, falling backwards as you trip on something. Looking up at him, you notice the look of pure shock written across his face as he stares at the fear written on yours.

“Y/n.” He tries slowly, taking a small step towards you.

“G-get out.” You whisper.

“Y/n.”

“I said get out! Get the fuck out!” You scream, scooting farther back until your back hits a wall. “Go.”

Cradling your arm, you watch him swallow roughly before finally turning and grabbing his jacket, heading out of the door with one last look at you. The burned skin is raw and red. You know this could have been worse - this was unusual, even for Dabi. He’d always done little things like heat a fingertip up and press it against you, but it was never hot enough to leave this kind of damage. It had always been done as a joke, you’d whine and swat at him, but this? This was different. This was fear inducing; you had never looked at him that way before. You had never actually been afraid of him before.

It’s a grueling week of not seeing you. He does everything to avoid you and let you work through what happened that night; he stays away but always keeps a close eye on you. He knows he fucked up - he’s well aware of that fact. It’s not like he can change it now; he hurt you. He did the one thing that he promised he would never do. It eats away at him slowly, replays in his mind constantly as he walks around the city. In all honesty, he never imagined he’d care enough about someone to feel actual regret for hurting them. Then he saw your face, the never ending fear and heartbreak swimming in your eyes.

You spend the week away from Dabi taking care of the burn on your arm and attempting to rid yourself of the fear you now had from the incident. Every time you leave your home, you can feel eyes on you. You know they’re his, you know it’s him, it’s always been him who watched you. Walking along the streets, you do your best not to think about him, not to think about the way you loved him, and the way you thought he had loved you.

After a week passes, you open your front door one morning to find a little stuffed bear on your doormat. Staring down at it questioningly, you step outside and look around for the person who set it there, but the moment you pick it up you know. The scent of cigarette smoke and cologne wraps around you as soon as you pick it up and you know. The scent sends an oddly comforting feeling throughout your body, the subtle sob of your forearm reminds you why he isn’t around. Reminds you that this isn’t his normal disappearing act. You asked him to leave. You needed him to leave. Looking at the little bear, you set it back down and go back inside, pretending you never saw it. Dabi watches from the shadows and lets out an annoyed little huff. It becomes a thing between the two of you. He leaves a gift on your doorstep, you find it, look it over and set it off to the side, so it’s easier to step around. This goes on for almost another week before he can’t take it anymore.

Almost two weeks after he burned you, Dabi finally walks up to your door and knocks, which on its own feels totally foreign. He stands there, fists clenched, teeth grinding until you finally pull open the door.

“When is this going to be over? When can I come home?” He grunts out. “I gave you space. I let your arm heal.”

“That’s what you have to say to me? You burned me, told me you didn’t need me and that I was just a sad little gutter rat looking for love, and you ask when you can come home?”

“What else am I supposed to do, y/n?”

“You’re supposed to not be an ass. You’re supposed to apologize for hurting me and make me believe that you actually care about me, but you don’t. Clearly, you don’t and you never did.”

“Look, I'm sorry. I fucked up and burned you. Just let me come home so we can fucking move on already.”

“I shouldn’t have to prompt you to apologize to me, Dabi. Move on? You want me just to move on from you burning me? How do I move on, Dabi?” You yank up the loose sleeve of your sweater and hold your burned arm up. “How do I move on when every time I see this or it hurts, all I see is your hand wrapped around me? How do I move on when I can still hear the way you talked to me and the way you looked at me while you did it? How the fuck do I move on when I know you care so little about me that you left burns that will probably leave permanent scars?”

Dabi looks over your arm, face pinching up as regret tugs at his heart. The movement of a soft sting tugging under his eye has him wince slightly before he feels the warm trickle of blood. “I said I fucked up and didn’t mean to do it, ok? Just let me come home.”

“No. No, it’s not ok and I don’t know if it’ll ever be ok!” You shout as tears start to burn your eyes.

“Doll. . .”

“Don’t doll me, Dabi. This was more than you just fucking up. I can’t look at you the same way. Right now, I actually find it really hard to look at you at all. So, if you care about me at all, do me a huge favor and just stay the fuck away from me. You’ve done your damage now just leave me alone.”

You don’t give him a chance to reply before you step back inside and slam the door shut in his face. Leaning back against the door you fight the urge to open it and let him in. Locking the door, you move through the apartment and curl up on your bed as tears stream down your face. On the other side of the door, Dabi stares at the spot you had just occupied before swallowing roughly and stumbling backwards. His heart beats out of control as he processes what just happened. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen; you were supposed to let him in so he could fix this. He was supposed to be able to fix this.

#dabi angst #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha angst #bnha angst #touya todoroki x reader

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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and the winner is... ~ eminem

word count: 1784

request?: yes!

“hey, love your writing sm ❤️ I really like the concept where the reader is a young actress with Eminem, so can I request one where they go to Marshall’s award show for the first time publicly, they try to keep it low key but the reader presents an award and when Em wins they share a warm moment on stage and the media loses it? thanks in advance”

description: in which they say they’re going to be lowkey for their first public appearance as a couple, and then he wins the award she’s presenting

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was hard to keep my hands off of Marshall as we walked down the red carpet. It was our first public outing as a couple, but Marshall wasn’t very into PDA so we had decided to keep it somewhat lowkey. It seemed like a good idea in theory, until Marshall did the unthinkable and showed up dressed in a suit. How am I supposed to not jump his bones when he looks damn fine in a suit?

Every time I so much as glanced at him the paparazzi would go crazy. So many flashing lights that eventually I was seeing spots. It was hard to keep smiling when I couldn’t even see ahead of me.

Marshall put an arm around my waist - which of course led to more flashing lights - and walked me off the red carpet into the venue. The minute I walked through the doors into the dimly lit room, it really was like I couldn’t see. I had to take a minute to let my eyes adjust to the sudden light change.

“Weird how quickly I go from basically a nobody on a red carpet to a hot commodity just because I have attractive arm candy,” I joked.

A half smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. “You were never a nobody. Not to me anyways.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet it’s kind of gross,” I teased.

This earned me an actual laugh as Marshall pulled me in for a kiss. Without any prying eyes around, we felt free to actually be a couple.

We engaged with some others in the industry, including those Marshall considered to be close friends of his. I felt out of place at this music award show as an actress who was still trying to become more than just a side character in the movies she starred in. I was grateful to have Marshall there to help me through it.

When we took our seats as the show was starting, Marshall reached over to take my hand. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Nervous I think. Which I shouldn’t be because it’s just me announcing an award, but it’s my first time on an award show stage for any reason, and it’s a pretty big award.”

“And it’s one I’m nominated for.”

I looked over at Marshall with wide eyes. “What?!”

“You didn’t know?”

I shook my head. Now I felt so much more nervous. What if I pulled a Steve Harvey and said the wrong name because I wanted Marshall to win? Or what if he actually did win but everyone thought I said he did because we were dating? I tried to focus on the stage ahead of me but my heart was beating so fast that my vision was starting to get blurry. I felt warm, like I was sweating, which made me worry that my makeup was starting to run. I was going to look disgusting with my makeup running on live television.

Sensing my new found nervousness, Marshall gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, look at me.” I glanced over to meet his gaze. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve rehearsed this speech so much that you can say it without the teleprompter. It’s not going to be any different just because I’m nominated. If I win, you give me the award and I do a speech. If I don’t win, you give the award to whoever does and they make a speech. It’s not a big deal, (Y/N), don’t worry too much about it.”

I wished I could’ve just let my fear rush from my body, but it was still there. Before I could say anything else, the lights went down and the show officially started.

I tried to just sit and enjoy the show but it was hard when I had my upcoming presenter role looming over me. Of course, it was one of the last awards of the show, so I had to sit there and let my nerves build as the suspense for the winner of the award grew as well.

Every now and then Marshall would give my hand another squeeze and I would calm down for that split second. Having him by my side helped a lot, but every time I remembered that he might be the recipient of the award I became nervous again.

Finally, it was my time to take the stage. They passed me the envelope with the name of the winner and motioned for me to take the stage. I plastered a smile on my face as my name was called and I walked onto the stage. I hoped the cameras couldn’t pick up my shaking, and I really hoped my shaking wouldn’t make my voice sound as bad as I feared it would.

“This award can only go to the best of the best,” I started, glancing at the prompter in front of me to make sure I was saying the words correctly. “The person who worked the hardest and had the best payoff with their release. The competition this year is fierce, and it was hard to narrow it down to just these five artists, as there have been so many amazing works of art released this past year. It has been an even harder choice to pick who of them all is the best, although I might be bias in saying I’ve already chosen my favorite.”

The audience chuckled at my improved addition to the speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your nominees.”

I watched the video that played of the nominated artists. My heart skipped a beat when Marshall came up, a few clips from the music videos he had filmed playing in a short montage. He had worked so hard on his latest album, every part of me hoped that he would be the winner I was announcing.

As the video came to an end, I turned back to face the audience (and the cameras) to announce the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

I tried not to let my slight fear show as I fumbled with the envelope for a moment. I started to worry that I wouldn’t even be able to open it and completely embarrass myself on live TV. I tried not to sigh with relief when the seal perfectly popped open and I was able to pull the card out. The smile on my face had to have given away the winner before the words were even out of my mouth.

“Eminem!”

The crowd cheered and stood from their seats. A camera found Marshall, who was standing from his seat and hugging Paul and Denaun before making his way to the stage. I couldn’t help but smile proudly at him as I extended the award I was holding - his award - to him.

I was taken by surprise when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was brief since he had an award to accept, but it was enough to make my head spin, the way his kisses usually did.

When he pulled away I was still so stunned that I almost forgot to give him his award. I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as he took it from my hands and turned to the microphone.

“Thank you,” he said to the still cheering audience. For a minute I forgot there was anyone else in the room, and realizing so many people had watched that kiss made my cheeks heat up. “I’d like to thank my manager, Paul, who for some reason still backs me with everything I do and produce even when it pushes the boundaries a little too much. I also want to thank the good Doctor, who has been supporting me since day one and who has always believed in me and gave me this platform to make music and to push the boundaries that Paul has to deal with. My daughters, my biggest inspirations. And of course, I’d like to thank the beautiful lady who presented this award to me tonight. I may not show it publicly but I am my happiest when I’m with you and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes as I clapped along with the audience. The music started playing as Marshall offered me his arm to walk me off the stage. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as we walked down the stairs and backstage, away from the cameras and the thousands of people watching us, both in person and on TV.

We were greeted backstage by other presenters and winners who were still mingling and celebrating their wins. Marshall was congratulated and a few of the other presenters told me how well I did with my presentation. I was proud of myself for getting through it, but I was more proud that I didn’t go completely airheaded after Marshall kissed me.

When we finally got away from the large amount of people, Marshall pulled me in for another kiss.

“So much for keeping it lowkey, huh?” I teased when I pulled away.

“I was caught up in the moment,” he said with a shrug, but I wasn’t completely convinced.

“That speech was uncharacteristically sweet,” I said. “For your public persona anyways. I figured you’d keep it short and sweet and maybe get the show into a little bit of trouble with an unplanned curse word.”

He chuckled. “Well normally that would be how things go. But I meant what I said during my speech: you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. When you said my name I just couldn’t help but feel this unfamiliar surge of happiness and excitement at winning. You know I don’t care about these types of award shows, but the fact that you presented this award to me made me care for just a second. I know I’ll be the talking point for the next few days because of this, but right now I don’t care all that much.”

Tears were welling in my eyes again as I pulled him back to me. “Shut up, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

His laugh filled my ears as he pulled me for another kiss. The happiness he said he felt coursed through my veins too. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in a moment like this.

When he pulled away he put his arm around me again and started to walk towards the door. “Let’s get out of here. I think I wanna celebrate my win with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I smiled brightly at him. “I like the sound of that.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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queen-haq · 3 years

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn. He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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