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b2cute · 4 months

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What’s your problem?

rough dom!matt x fem!reader

notes: this is my first smut so please lmk your thoughts!! send any requests ☁️

warnings: obv smut, degrading, pet names, fem receiving, p in v, cover it before you smother it,chocking, slapping, arguing, angst to smut to fluff, i think that’s all

enjoy 😊

word count: 2,460

*y/n’s pov*

*beep beep beep*

the loud sound coming from beside me causes me to jolt up and widen my eyes. i check the time.

3:46 a.m.

i stormed back into matt’s room after an argument we had. nick and i went out for dinner at boa and i came home to a cranky boyfriend that decided to his take anger out on me. instead of fixing the issue, we both agreed to ignore eachother for the rest of the night.

i go on my phone for about 20 minutes before my stomach growled at me. i decided to head over to the kitchen and fix up some cereal.

“look who decided to show their face to world! everyone welcome y/n to earth” matt snarks sitting at the dining table, paralleling the kitchen. i roll my eyes at the comment he made considering chris and nick went to sleepover at madi’s house leaving the house to just us.

“don’t be a brat just because you exhausted yourself in my bedroom.”

again. what is up with these rude comments?

“seriously matthew, can you act normal for 5 fucking seconds? you turned twenty months ago, act like it and quit being immature” i snap. my stomach gurgling louder as i pour cinnamon toast crunch in a bowl. i reach for the milk in the refrigerator and pour it into the bowl as i join matt across the dining room chair he’s sitting in.

silence

i bring my knees up to my chest as i eat the cereal looking up at the light flashing from my hand as i scroll endlessly on my phone. matt continues journaling and i can’t help but notice his veins appearing through his arm as he wrote quickly. his black tank top and gray sweats don’t help my imaginations, but i quickly snap out of them considering he’s being an asshole.

“hmm, so you have an attitude and staring a problem y/n?”

that’s was my final straw. i quickly slam the now empty cereal bowl into the sink and practically sprint upstairs to nicks bedroom and slam the door. i wasn’t going to spend another second with him until he sorted himself out.

i crawled into nicks silk sheets and bring the blanket up to my chest. i stayed in the bedroom with my back turned from the door. i wasn’t crying. i was frustrated. but that’s the thing with matt. he never admits he’s wrong.

*matts pov*

*slam*

she was being such a brat and i don’t even know why. it was like y/n wanted to get me worked up. i had already gotten into a shitty argument with laura and the managing team about the “lack of effort” i put into videos and her attitude made the situation way worse. i gave her a bit of time before i start to head upstairs. i knock on the door, no answer.

i slowly open the door to see y/n on her phone with her airpods in. she glances at me with an expression i cannot read.

did i seriously mess up that bad? i couldn’t have.

“cmon y/n let’s go to my room and sort this out.”

she takes her airpods out and returns them to the case. “okay.” i walk over to the side of the bed and take her forearm as i guide her downstairs, her following my steps. as i open the door to the room she enters, closing the door behind her and locking it.

*y/n’s pov*

we sit on matt’s bed, facing eachother. i could see his angry expression through his face, but he was trying to hide it.

“look y/n i don’t know what’s up with you, but you need to sort it out, okay? i’ve had a bad day already and your nitpicking isn’t making it any better.”

he’s got to be serious.

“my nitpicking?!” i say raising my voice. “from the second i walked into the door you have shown me nothing but disrespect. you’re being ignorant and selfish matt” my eyes burning from the emotions.

“im not the one who locked themselves in my room to avoid the situation now did i, y/n. now you’re going to get rid of that fucking attitude and quit raising your voice or el-“

“or else what?” i snap, raising my voice even higher.

matt lets out a sigh, almost like an “i told you so” breath. “you asked for it.”

before i could process what he meant, his tattooed covered arm reached to my throat and neck, giving it a squeeze. “you want to act like a fucking slut, then you’re going to take me like a fucking slut.” he growls pinning me to the headboard. his eyes were coated black with a small ring of blue. the hunger on his face growing by the second.

*slap*

“answer me slut, how are you going to take it?”

i was so shocked i didn’t know what to say, but i had to admit, i kinda liked it.

another slap.

“like a slut” i whimpered from the stinging on my left cheek.

“good, you’re going to listen to everything i say and don’t even think about cumming with asking me.”

i nod vigorously.

before i can speak, matt’s lip attach to mine quickly. his tounge explores my mouth as he quickly dominates me. he bites on my bottom lip as he slowly moves to my cheek. then my jaw.

soft moans are leaving my mouth as i tug on his brown locks. “fuck matt just like that” i say squeezing my eyes shut. “yea? you like it when i mark you whore?”

i nod quickly. “use your words or i’ll stop” matt growls between kissing my neck. “yes matt i love it”

i was a moaning mess. matt continued to suck, bite, and lick my neck. he left marks that were going to stay for weeks, maybe even longer.

matt quickly disregards his top and not long after comes to rip mine off. “hm, no bra tonight?” matt smirks before taking my right tit to his mouth. he swirls his tounge around and lightly nibbles it while taking the left and pinching my nipple with his long fingers.

“nnngh it feels so good but i need more matt” i whine underneath him. he pauses his movements and look back at me. “such a needy slut y/n” he replies.

before i could say anything else, he pulls me towards him using while hooking his arms underneath my thighs. matt rips my wide legged sweats off leaving me in just my panties. his face was so close to my throbbing pussy that is could feel his warm breaths on my puffy clit.

“you’re soaked y/n” matt growls.

*slap*

his hand slapped my folds. i let out a pornographic moan from the impact. “who does this pussy belong to?” “you matt, all you”

he chuckled through the whimpers i let out and finally takes my panties off. wasting no time, matt comes in contact with my clit and sucks on it so harshly. his hands came up to my tits, pinching and kneading them.

“mm-matt oh MY GOD” i screech. if he kept this up i would orgasm in no time.

matt stops sucking and lets go of my tits only to use one hand to spread my folds out more and the other hand vigorously rubs my clit.

i started to scream. it felt so good. “MATT UMPH SO GOOD” the knot in my stomach begging to release. “please let me cum” i plead getting hungrier by the second.

“go ahead let it out angel” matt says. with that i quickly release all over the sheets, but this doesn’t stop matt from continuing. “too much matt, i can’t tak-“

“whether you like it or not, you’re going to take it slut. you want to keep arguing with me, this is what you get. shouldn’t have got me so worked up y/n” matt argues. i couldn’t say anything as my swollen clit was getting thrown everywhere.

he finally lets go and i quickly close my legs together. my legs were shaking and i had tears rolling down my cheek. suddenly, i feel matt’s arms separate my legs. “did i fucking say i was done?” i nod my head no, slowly but enough to answer his question. “answer my question y/n”

“n-no you did not” i plead, my eyes and face swollen from the tears due to the overstimulation i was receiving. “yea that’s what i thought”

matt sticks his middle and ring finger into my cunt and wastes no time pumping in and out of me. he lowers his head more as he returns to my clit, nibbling and kissing it. “mmph matt” my hands tug at his messy curls. his eye brows were brushed in every direction and his cheeks were painted with a light pink. he continues pumping into me as my back arches. i was on the verge of passing out due to his movements. i felt his fingers curl up and find my sweet spot.

matt continued to hit my g-spot and i felt the familiar knot return. “C-CLOSE” i whisper being worn out. “hold it.” matt snaps. the blue in his eyes completely disappeared. i couldn’t take it anymore, but i didn’t want it to stop.

matt continues to thrust his fingers into my pussy and rub harshly on my clit as i scream. not taking it anymore, i release all over his fingers.

“didn’t i tell you that you couldn’t cum yet?” matt mumbled. “ c-can’t hold any l-longer” i say as my body is worn out. i feel my body go limp as matt removes his fingers out of my pussy. he gets up and shifts so he’s sitting on the bed. i couldn’t open my eyes but i felt his move up again, this time lifting me up. he places me on his desk chair and throws my legs over each arm chair.

“since you can’t follow simple rules like a good girl, you’re going to take it one more time, and if you don’t hold it, well… i can go all fucking night.” matt snarks. i quickly shoot my eyes open in fear. the thought of going all night sounded intriguing, but i couldn’t even handle two orgasms.

i nod slowly at matt’s remarks and feel his swollen lips come in contact with my neck. his kisses were soft, but passionate. i moan softly at the sudden sensation and my hands reach for his hair one more time. matt begins to slide is gray sweatpants off along with his dark blue boxers. his dick is swollen and his tip was a harsh pink shade, leaking with precum.

with one quick touch, matt slips right into me, considering how wet i was. without letting me adjust matt begins to pound into me. one of his hands crept to my throat giving it a light squeeze while the other hand went to my clit once again rubbing and pinching harshly. “AH i’m t-too sensitive!” i scream my hand quickly trailing to matt’s wrist in attempt to move it away from my lower half. i quickly regret the action when matt’s hand squeezes my throat tighter.

“don’t even think about doing that again” matt says as he continues to push in and out of me. “s-sorry i just can’t take a-anymore” i cry. my face was red and the tears were everywhere. “yes you can. you will.” matt says. after a couple minutes of matt’s actions he lets out a groan. “fuck y/n, i’m close” matt says. both his hands come on either side of the desk chair as he pounds into me. the brown haired boys eyes were screwed shut and his eyebrows furrowed. “m-me too” i manage to say using every last bit of energy in me. “can i please cum matt?” i beg. i’ve been holding it since he began thrusting into me. “do you think you deserve it” matt mumbles. i nod my head quickly before he says “go ahead, cum you whore.”

without waiting any further, i release for the third time that night. matt rails me through my high before he finally reaches his climax. he releases long white strings into my as he removes his cock from inside of me.

finally catching my breath, i feel matt’s present leave the room before he comes back in.

*matts pov*

i return to the room with a towel and water for y/n. she was collapsed on the chair, her legs still spread as both our cums we’re seeping out of her. i walk over and clean her up gently. she winces at the touch and grabs my biceps for support. i smirk at her struggle to open her eyes. i smirk at her struggle to open her eyes. she mumbles something but it was almost inaudible. “speak up baby” i say as i begin to change the sheets. “can’t move” is all y/n can get out of her soft lips.

i quickly finish putting the new sheets on and throw the old ones in the wash. i walk over to my drawer and take out a pair of my boxers and a ransom t-shirt for y/n. picking her up gently, i place her on the bed and lift her legs up to skips the boxers on. i lift her back up and her head quickly fad on my chest and i attempt to put the t-shirt over her head. after i dress her up i walk over and change into a new pair of boxer and blue plaid pajama pants. i grab my hair brush and walk over to y/n.

“you’re hairs a mess baby let me brush it” i chuckle. y/n lets out a soft hum as i brush her beautiful hair . once im finished, i put the hairbrush on the nightstand and lift the covers as i pick y/n up and slips her underneath them. i plant a kiss on her forehead before walking onto the other side of the bed and getting in.

after a moment of silence y/n mumbles “does this mean your not mad at me anymore?” i let out a laugh before replying to her. “of course i’m not mad at you baby i couldn’t even if i tried.” with that, i grab y/n and she throws her legs and arms over me. her head was snuggled in the crook of my neck and i leaned my face at the top of her head as i plant a kiss there.

“my sweet girl, get some rest my love”

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worldlxvlys · 3 months

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I have been ITCHING for a latina!gf x bf!matt oneshot where the readers family is having a big get together and she brings Matt to meet everyone and he’s super nervous and yadda ya dad all that jazz but when they get there either one of the tías or the readers mama basically like steals Matt and he follows her around and gets loved on by readers big huge Mexican family and all the tiny cousins tease him cause he only knows gringo Spanish and AHHHHH I’d love love love it in your writing style 🙏😭😭😭😭

btw you’re my fav and ily and feel free to do whatever you want w the request obv 🥸🤭🫶🫶

angel

bf! matt sturniolo x latina! reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: i’m SO sorry it took me so long to get to this, i hope it was worth the wait

pls cut me some slack, i don’t have a single latina bone in my body, but i did my best 🙏🏾

for @riversandwinds <33

“matt, you’re gonna be fine. they’re gonna love you, ok?” i said as i cupped his cheek.

“are you sure?” matt asked, the worry showing clearly on his face.

“would i lie to you, my love ?” i asked him.

“no”

“it’s normal to be nervous, matt. but you don’t have to be, i’ll be there the whole time” i told him, giving his hand a peck.

“thank you” he smiled at me before placing his lips on mine in a sweet kiss.

“so, remind me, why did we get here late on purpose ?” he asked when we pulled away.

“nobody comes to these on time, matt”

“ok, but, couldn’t we have at least tried ?"

“shut up and come on” i spoke, playfully rolling my eyes at him.

the second my mom saw matt, she rushed over to us.

she had met matt a few months after we started dating, and instantly loved him.

“ mateo !” she yelled as she approached us. “ ¿ cómo estás, mijo ?” she placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling him into a hug.

a smile instantly grew on matt’s face as he was squeezed by the woman.

“i’m good ! i missed you!” matt spoke, beaming at her.

“well, damn. i’m here too mom” i pointed out as she continued to sway him side to side.

“i see you all the time, mateo needs his love too” she waved him off.

“yeah, i need my love too” he agreed.

i looked around in disbelief, before she began to walk off with him.

“ vamos, i want you to meet…” her voice trailed off as they got further away.

“wait, you can’t just steal him !” i yelled, before following after her.

i followed them to a group of my tías who were talking amongst themselves.

when they saw matt, the smiles on their faces grew wider.

“ ¡ qué lindo ! this is your boyfriend ?” she asked me, her eyes wide.

“ yeah” i smiled.

“this is mateo !” my mom spoke.

“i’m mateo” he repeated with a smile on his face.

“ adorable, you did good cariña “

“ i know ” i spoke before smiling at him. he smiled back at this, his cheeks turning red.

“ay ! he’s blushingggg” the group of women gushed at our flustered states.

my mom rubbed our shoulders comfortingly, before pulling us to talk to more people.

“is he…?” matt whispered to me as we passed one of my tíos who was drunkenly dancing by himself.

“yup” i answered before waving to him. he waved back with a big smile on his face.

we continued to follow my mom, introducing matt to more and more people.

“alright, are we gonna introduce him to the entire world ? i think we’re good” i told her, watching as she continued to guide him through the house.

suddenly, a flurry of kids passed us, all running and chasing each other.

one of them, my little cousin, stopped in front of us.

“ who is that ?” she asked me, pointing to matt.

“ this is matt, my boyfriend”

“hi, matt ! wanna play with us?” she asked him with a smile on her face.

he looked at me, silently asking if he should go.

“ don’t look at me, mateo. go, have fun !” i spoke, silently thanking angel for asking him and not me.

“ come on!” she yelled before dragging him away.

“niños, the food is ready” my abuela yelled.

the kids came running into the room, going to sit at the table, before getting stopped.

“ no, lávense las manos” she spoke, being met with several sighs as they left to wash their hands.

“ ¿ dónde estás mateo ?” i asked the children, wondering where matt went.

“he’s with angel still, she was teaching him spanish. he tried to ask me what my name was and it sounded like he was asking if i was a llama instead”

my mom bursted out laughing at that.

“it’s ok though, he’s my favorite white boy ” he said before running to wash his hands.

“dios mío” i sighed out. “let me go get this man”

when i found the two of them, i stood in the doorway, watching angel talk to him.

“ mi novia es bonita” she spoke to him.

“mi novia es bonita” he repeated. “my girlfriend is pretty”

“good, mi novia es una princesa” she said.

“mi novia es una princesa” “my girlfriend is a princess” he said.

“ now if you ever get sad, you can just say that and it’ll help you feel better. she helps me feel better too”

i knocked on the door, letting them know i was there.

“ food’s ready, guys. you hungry ?” they both nodded in response.

“is any of it spicy?” matt asked, eyes widening slightly.

“oh, baby…” i spoke, pursing my lips together.

“it’s ok, mateo ! i’ll tell you what the foods are” angel perked up at the chance to teach him more.

“alright, i’ll be there in a minute” he replied.

angel went to leave, stopping to pull me down to her level.

she looked at matt, before moving her face to my ear, cupping her hands around her mouth, “i like him” she whispered before running off .

🌺🌺🌺🌺

i’m sorry if any of the spanish is off, it shouldn’t be cause i didn’t go crazy with it, but i’m just going off of what i remember from high school spanish 😭

if this isn’t good please tell me 🙏🏾

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uch3na · 2 months

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I feel like Farleigh loves to bite 🤷

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞

pairing: farleigh x afab reader

warnings: semi plot, smut, biting (obv), sub!farleigh, missionary, riding, praise (m receiving), hair pulling, begging, fucking farleigh dumb (?)

a/n: oh yeah… yeah. also for my baby @ludicdoll

not too long ago, you dragged farleigh away from the party to go to your room. he had his hands on you the whole night — kissing and gently biting at your neck and just trying to touch you everywhere. he seemed so needy. i mean, you did just come back from out of town but still; you’ve been out of town way longer before, and he’s never acted like this in public. as soon as he felt your hands wrap around his wrist and pull him out the room, he knew he was finally getting what he wanted.

soon enough he had you laying on your back in missionary. his face was buried in your neck, biting slightly. he was trying not to be too loud; scared of embarrassing himself by showing how needy he was for you. your hand moved to the back of his head, tangling in his curls. it pulled a high whine from his throat, but farleigh immediately started to kiss your neck to distract himself and shut up. but you didn’t like it. you liked hearing the little noises he made from your tight, wet cunt wrapped around his thick cock. “doing so good f’me… cmon lemme hear you…” you whisper out into his ear. the room was filled with the lewd sound of squelching and skin slapping. farleigh’s moans were getting higher in pitch, but his hips started to slow down. he whined out, like he wanted something from you. and almost immediately you knew exactly what it was he wanted. you pulled his hair back slightly, making him look at you. “is my baby tired?” you coo mockingly at him. his eyes were low, and he was already so pussy drunk that he couldn’t form his words properly.

“mmh… mhm…” he whimpers as you rub his cheek soothingly. he looks up at you with pleading eyes — his lips swollen from all the rough kisses you had given to him moments earlier. “get on your back.” you instruct. farleigh swiftly turns over, putting his hands on your waist to make sure he doesn’t pull out when doing so. you lean down to plant a kiss on his forehead and put your hands on his chest. before you do anything, farleigh sits up, resting his back on the head of the bed. he braces himself, putting one hand on the back of your neck to bring you closer to his slick lips. they instantly make contact with your skin and a few seconds later you feel his teeth sink into your skin. he didn’t bite down hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a tiny mark. you moan out at the sensation and start to rock your hips against farleigh’s. his large hands tighten on your waist and a needy whimper escapes his throat.

once you started to bounce on his cock was when he absolutely lost it. your hands went to tangle in his hair again as your hips started to move faster. he removed his mouth from your neck, sitting back all the way and letting his eyes shut instinctively — but you called out to him for him to look you in the eye as you rode him. “no no no baby, eyes up here remember?” he let out a whine in protest, eyes still closed. you stopped moving your hips, reaching up to gently grab his face.

that got his attention.

his pretty brown eyes opened up and scanned your face. he licked his swollen lips before finally breaking the silence in the bedroom. “can you please move… ill be good f’you i promise baby, cmon…” he kept the eye contact, waiting for you to start moving your hips again for him. he moved his hand from the nape of your neck and slowly dragged it down to rest on your lower back. when he noticed you shift your hips slightly he bit his lips, preparing himself. you started at a slow pace, keeping yourself steady with your hands resting on his shoulders. a low whimper escaped him since he was already overwhelmed with everything you’ve done to him within the past hour — but he still needed more. “f-faster… please i need it. i need you…” he moaned out with a slight voice crack. you obliged to his begging, moving your hips a bit faster. at this point both of his hands were on your waist and he was biting his lip to where he almost drew blood.

he kept a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your skin as his noises got higher and higher in pitch. he moved one hand from your hip to bring your neck back down to his lips again. he started to suck little bruises and marks onto your skin before he bit down. he usually only bites like this when he gets overstimulated from too many emotions at once. when he felt your tight cunt squeeze on his cock he sobbed out. “baby — d-don’t do that… don’t wanna cum yet…” he looked up at you from the crook of your neck, flashing a pussy drunk smile before he went right back to kissing and nipping at your neck.

you could tell he was getting close to cumming when he stopped biting you and just kept his lips on your skin — little moans and whines escaping his lips as he put his hand back to rest on your waist. his eyes would damn near roll to the back of his head with each movement of your hips. "you've been so good for me hm? wanna cum..?" you coo to him. he bit his lip again, nodding his head at you. one of your hands go to rub at his cheek, and he immediately leans into your touch. his jaw is slack as he looks up at you, chest rising and falling heavily as he chases his orgasm. “oh fuck, please keep going… m’so close…” he started to thrust up into you, wanting for you to cum with him. once he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach he held your hips down on his — all while still nibbling and kissing at your pulse point.

…

“is that what you wanted?” you whisper out, breaking the silence.

“mhm…”

#little blurb #farleigh catton #farleigh smut #farleigh start smut #farleigh x you #archie madekwe #save me archie madekwe…#farleigh saltburn #saltburn #farleigh x reader

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Hi, I have a request if you don't mind...

Any of the batboys [Or poly with all of them ;)] with an ultra-feminine Reader, with a filthy *wink* *wink* mouth.

She is very into dresses, makeup, dressing up and everything that is considered 'girly', and their mate just thinks she will be all soft and innocent too, how most guys think "Just how females are supposed to be" (Obv, not the bat boys cause they love their women all loud and powerful)

But she literally has the wildest, dirtiest, most unhinged thoughts and just says them without a second thought

and the first time it happens, during IC dinner, she says a string of swears or just says the most sexual thing to her mate and everyone in the IC eyes them and Nesta/Elain (who was a little cold to her for whatever reason) just goes "Ok I was wrong, I love this bitch"

Dirty mouth.

Azriel x f!Reader

Warnings; SWEARING :') , suggestive

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Hello I really hope this is what you had in mind! I had so much fun writing this! If you don't like it you can always ask me to rewrite it I won't get offended. Hope you enjoy it! <3

When you first met Azriel, and the bond snapped you felt like the luckiest female in the world. The shadowsinger was the best mate someone could wish for, he treated you like a queen and even though it had only been six months since you accepted the bond, you felt like you knew everything about him.

You couldn’t say the same for him though since you decided to keep your bolder personality hidden not wanting to scare him away. Azriel only saw a female who cared about clothes and shopping with her friends, he told you how sweet and delicate you are multiple times and always tried to be soft in bed. At first you enjoyed all the protectiveness and affection but as the months passed you decided to stop overthinking before you spoke and let Azriel see who you really are.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“You should try these cookies, I got them from the new bakery” Feyre exclaimed and placed a big box on the dining table.

You were in the dining room at the house of wind with the inner circle, Azriel was sitting next to you with one protective wing wrapped around you.

Everyone took a cookie, including your mate who took a bite and let a soft moan.

“What was that?” Cassian chuckled.

“Oh he really likes it, that's the noise he makes when I suck his cock” you giggled.

Azriel choked on the cookie, Rhysand and Cassian gaped at you and the girls burst into laughter. You quirked a brow at Nesta who always gave you a hard time and she winked.

“What did you say?” Azriel asked when he stopped choking.

“That’s how you moan when I suck your cock just before you finish in my thro…” he covered your mouth with his palm and stared at you wide-eyed.

Nesta went hysteric and shouted, “okay I love you”.

That was the first time Azriel saw your true self and as the days passed and you made more comments like that and started cursing too his whole attitude changed and he finally started treating you like he wasn’t afraid of breaking you.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

You were in a meeting with the inner circle and Eris to find a way to kill Beron, the Autumn heir though kept making offensive comments to your mate and you could feel your patience running thin.

“How does it feel to be touched by those disgusting hands?” Eris asked you and silence filled the room.

“Most of the times I squirt” you replied with a smirk. Eris frowned while Azriel’s breath hitched.

“What happened lordling? Cat got your tongue, or you just can’t process the fact that the shadowsinger fucks better than you?” you teased him and got up.

You grabbed the Truth-Teller from your mate and approached Eris.

“Do you know how many times he has fucked me with this?” you asked and touched the tip of the dagger on his cheek. Rhys tensed but Cassian grabbed his shoulder with a proud look.

Azriel’s face flushed, and he gaped at the scene in front of him.

“Do you want to have the honor to feel this inside you too?” you asked, and he shook his head, his face paled.

“Then I suggest shutting your fucking mouth before I sew it.” You growled and walked back to your mate.

The meeting finished after a while and Azriel cupped your jaw staring deep in your eyes

“You never fail to amaze me” he mumbled and kissed you “but to be honest you are scaring me a bit” he continued and smiled.

“And you haven’t seen all of me yet” you replied and pecked his nose before exiting the office, leaving a very worried shadowsinger inside.

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The next time it happened you were having a game night with your friends, you and Azriel were winning but Cassian and Nesta were close behind only two points away.

“You have 7 red” Nesta said.

“Siphons” Cassian exclaimed.

“Oh and Azriel’s siphons are..”

“Blue”

“Time!” Feyre said.

“It’s a tie” Rhysand announced.

“Oh come on those were so easy like asking him what his name is” you protested and Azriel chuckled.

“No I’m just better than you” Cassian teased you.

“Oh fuck off brute” you scoffed, Azriel spat his wine and stared at you.

“Seriously you have to warn me before you do that.” He mumbled and grabbed a napkin.

“Does it hurt to share the victory you little bitch?” Cassian smirked.

“Does it hurt to know that your mate fakes it every night?” Cassian turned to Nesta who was laughing uncontrollably.

“You’re a cocksucker” He shouted and winked to show that he was just messing with you.

“And a good one, ask Azriel” your mate shook his head and glanced at Feyre who was covering Nyx' ears.

After a small fist fight with Cassian, you both burst into laughter and hugged.

“You act like babies�� Rhysand spoke. “Shut up” you and Cassian said simultaneously making the high lord lean his head back with a desperate look on his face.

“Okay I think you had enough wine for tonight my little cocksucker” Azriel teased and grabbed your shoulders “Let’s get you in bed”.

“I will show you how good I am” you winked and let him guide you into your shared bedroom ignoring Cassian’s gags.

After a while Azriel got used to your dirty mouth and the way you threatened whoever disrespected him and actually enjoyed it. He felt good having someone to protect him for a change and fight his battles. A few months later he noticed that he started cursing more and was horrified when he realized that he was acting like you, later he started making vulgar comments too and everyone groaned “Now we have two of them”. You had never felt prouder for your mate.

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missstolensweetheart · 4 months

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Body paint ༄☆🍓

Drabble! Smut!

SoftDom!the car! Alex turner! x fem!sub! Reader

Warnings!: smut (obv)! Cursing! Mommy kink! Oral sex (M receiving)!

Summary: Alex fucks you in his dressing room after a show

A/n sorry if there’s any mistakes I was sleepy while writing this 😞

You don't really know how you got here. One second you were giving Alex a simple kiss after the show, the next he's eagerly shoving you in his dressing room.

He closed, more like slammed the door behind him not caring to take the time to lock it. He needed you and he need you now. He gently pinned you against the wall while holding onto your hips and making out with you sloppily. He pulled away with a string of spit following. His breath heavy and staggered

"Someone's needy tonight" you teased as he pulled his hands from your hips fiddling with the button of your jeans.

“You could say that” he smiled slyly.

His hand reached down between your thighs tracing the line of your lace panties before sliding under them and tracing circles around your aching clit, you pressed your head back against the wall.

"You're So wet, i barely touched you" he grinned he could feel himself getting hard just from the feeling of your wetness. His finger slipped down to the opening of your hole circling it as an act to tease you

"Please..." you beg, feeling empty without his fingers inside you.

He pushes his middle and ring finger in moving slowly curling his fingers while his palms rubs against your clit

"Such a needy girl..." his fingers move faster.

Even though his fingers are knuckle deep in you, you still feel empty

"Please..." you whimper endlessly not quite finding the words

"Please what, momma? Tell me what you want" god his words made you weak

"Y-Your cock..."

"Good girl" He cooed with a smirk before he pulled his finger out,licking off your remaining silk from his fingers while holding eye contact, which only made you want him more.

His hand slipped down to the buttons of his dress pants fiddling with it before pulling the zipper down relieving him of the tightness around his cock he shimmies his pants down.

"Underwear and pants off.” He demands needing the feeling of your wetness around him. Once you manage to shimmy your jeans down to your ankles and kicked away he grabs under your thighs lifting your leg up quickly positioning himself to pound into you.

He gave you a moment to adjust to the burn of his thick cock but the moment didn’t last very long before he thrusted slowly but roughly into you. He placed sloppy kisses on your neck occasionally nibbling at the soft skin.

His thrust got quicker you felt yourself rise to your climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you whimpered and whined like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly Alex’s hand flew over your mouth and his thrust got slower. That’s when you realized there was footsteps walking near Alex’s dressing room. “Stay quiet momma..” he whispered ,his breath ticking your ear.

There was some commotion outside somebody was talking but you couldn’t recognize the voice or at least you didn’t try to as you didn’t really care. “You’re doing so good momma… taking me so well”

Your eyes rolled back when he hit your g-spot deeply, his thrust got faster and bolder again, you tried to fight back moans but a few slipped out “shit sorry-“ “it’s okay momma, let it out”

You finally let out the moans you’ve been holding back your arms go from the wall behind you to around Alex, your nails claw at his back while the other hand gets tangled in his hair.

You feel yourself reach your climax again, “oh god, fuck” you curse at the overwhelming feeling, “I know pretty girl let go” your orgasm came hard shaking your whole body.

You took a moment to breath as Alex’s thrust slowed down. That’s when your realized something… he didn’t finish. You released your grasp from around him sliding down to your knees “what’re you doing?” He raised an eyebrow, you took his hard cock into your hand “helping you.” You looked up at him to find him with a idiotic smirk on his face.

You licked the pink tip of his cock,licking off the pre cum that was leaking out. He inhaled sharply. You licked from the base to the tip then taking it fully on your mouth. “Fuck..” one of his hands flew to your hair. He pushed your head onto him gagging you a little bit you didn’t mind, your nose shoved into his pubes smelling a mix of sweat and his body wash still lingering.

His hand kept you in rhythm, bobbing your head. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth momma..”

His head tilted back, as he got lost in the pleasure of your warm mouth around him. “Fuck, momma” he let out a needy moan. bucking his hips , shoving his cock into the back of your throat you suppressed a gag barely. At this point he was basically just using you but you didn’t mind. He moaned “momma… I’m so close.. fuck”.

His cum shot out into the back of your throat which of course you swallowed. “You did so good momma” he pulled his now soft cock out of your mouth. You were still on your knees looking up at him, he picked up his camera off the near by table and took a photo of you in that position ”you look so pretty like that” you beamed up at him.

There was a knock at the door a familiar voice spoke. “Alex? y/n? We have to go” the voice belonged to Jamie.

“Yeah we’ll be out in a second” Alex looked a bit annoyed but also embarrassed. The two of you quickly got cleaned up and grabbed your belongings shuffling out the dressing room.

“Jesus what happened to you two?” Jamie and nick looked the two of you up and down. You guess you hadn’t really taken your appearance into consideration.

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #smut #🍓

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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hi hi love!!! congrats on 2k you deserve it and so much more! i love love love your writing!!

how about dramatic snowball fight – playing strip poker with sirius black (maybe non established relationship?)

would love to see what you come up with, obvs no problem at all if you don’t wanna write it!

xoxo <3

A/N: hehehe thank you, babe!! ♡

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“Alright, love,” Sirius squinted his eyes at you in a daring fashion, “show me what you got,” and as you turned your hand, revealing your cards with a giddy smile, he simply pursed his lips and nodded, “wow, a flush? Not bad, not bad.”

Shifting onto your knees, you joked, “so, should I put on Ginuwine now or after you show me how badly you lost?”

Rubbing his own cards between his fingers, he eyed your bare lower half, “oh, I’m not gonna stop you if that’s the kind of music you wanna put on,” as he turned his hand and revealed two queens that with the two already on the hardwood floor between you added up for him to achieve four of a kind. As your proud smile dropped from your face, Sirius leaned back against the base of the couch, resting one arm up on the cushions, “get to it then.”

What Sirius didn’t know was that after you remove your t-shirt, you wouldn’t be left in some skimpy lingerie set of his dreams, because you weren’t wearing a bra today. It was just you, your ratty t-shirt and the old black cotton underwear that somehow still fit you perfectly even though they’d been in your closet since you were who knows how young. For a moment you considered taking your panties off first and just staying seated in a way that wouldn’t reveal anything, but your t-shirt was not long enough for you to ponder that idea for too long.

“Do you need some help or are you done playing?” he teased as you didn’t make a move to remove any of your remaining clothes.

“I-…” his question caught you off guard and send a new idea soaring through your mind, one that almost instantly compelled you to raise yourself up onto your knees and slowly inch closer towards him. Crawling over his clothed legs, you stopped at his thighs, blinking down at him with big eyes as you wordlessly raised your arms above your head and waited for his aid.

The confident smirk had melted from his lips as soon as you had gotten close, leaving behind a man who was completely and totally enraptured by your every move.

Slowly, you felt his fingers find the bottom of your shirt, his nails briefly skimming over the flesh of your lower stomach before he lifted it up over your head.

You so wished that the fabric hadn’t obscured your vision the second your boobs were revealed to him, dropping from the lifted cotton right in front of his own nose.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and you finally saw how wide his eyes had grown, “… you-…” as soon as the shirt was dropped from his grasp, you felt his large palms run down your back and slowly curl around your waist. His hands were so big that when he spread out his fingers, the thumbs came up over your ribcage and tickled the lowest point of your tits.

“I-… I don’t think I wanna play poker anymore…” you spoke, the game obviously already forgotten as even the breathy sound of your voice still couldn’t disturb the staring contest he held with your pebbly nibbles.

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hrryshoney · 3 months

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gyno matty eating girlie out with ice 🫣🫣

anon me and u are intrinsically linked ok. yes in love w this

warnings: temperature play (ice obv), degradation, praise, literally just pussy eating lol, fingering, short, abrupt end! cliffhanger sorry, prob more..

It was a hot summer day. You could feel sweat droplets beading on your forehead. Even with the fan on, it didn’t deter the heat. You almost couldn’t be bothered to fuck in weather like this. Almost.

Matty comes back into the bedroom with a glass of ice. You’re spread out on the bed, trembling already from the previous orgasm he gave you with his fingers.

Now, though, he thought it was the perfect time to try something new. Temperature play. You and him had talked about it before, specifically saying it was something to bring to the forefront in the bedroom. What you didn’t expect, however, was Matty being so eager to get started.

You gasp as he drags the ice cube along your skin, the bed dipping under his weight. Matty still had all his clothes on, stark contract to you completely bare. He drags it from your neck, tracing a pattern you couldn’t make out. When he gets down to your breasts, he circles the ice directly over your nipple.

Your hips raise off the bed, but his strong hand comes to push you back down. Your thighs were shaking. “So responsive for me, princess.” The ice is basically melted at this point, the water dripping down the rest of your body. He sticks his hand in the cup to get another ice cube, starting at your stomach instead. Tracing shapes yet again.

You feel the distinct curve of a ‘M’, then an ‘A’, and you know exactly what he’s doing. “Doctor, please. Please, I need you.” You whine out, the chill on your hot skin now becoming unbearable. You were dripping wet for him, and he refused to touch where you needed him most.

When he dragged the ice further down your body, tracing your bikini line, you couldn’t stop the squirms. Matty was smirking at the tiny gasps that left your mouth in intervals. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Once the second ice cube is melted, he finally lowers himself to his knees. His palms come to lay on the insides of your thighs, making you spread your legs even wider.

He blows air onto your cunt, the coolness making you buck in his grasp. You can’t go very far under his grip, and you know he can see you dripping down your thighs. Matty licks a bold stripe up your slit, and a feeling of relief washes over you. You’re confused when he pulls off of you, but it’s satiated when he puts two fingers inside of you.

Your eyes are closed, head thrown back and hands clawing at the sheets. You hear movement at the foot of the bed, but can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Though, no sooner do you feel the icy sensation on your pussy. “Fuck, Matty!” You arch your back, not expecting the unwelcoming chill on your heat. You no longer feel his presence, and when you pry your eyes open you can see him grinning at you with the ice between his teeth.

Almost immediately, his head is back between your thighs. The way he’s eating you is sloppy, mixed with the cold melted ice and Matty’s warm spit. It’s like he’s a man starved. He focuses the ice on your clit, flicking his tongue as you moan out. He brings the last bit of the ice cube down your slit, pushing it into your hole with his tongue. He swirls his tongue inside of you, pulling up to spit on your cunt. “Messy little slut. Look how this cunt is drooling for me, princess.”

He pulls another one from the cup, placing it between his teeth again. You draw in a breath when Matty pushes the full ice cube into your hole. He laps at your cunt, hot tongue already melting it. You feel so overstimulated in the best way. Matty chuckles into you, and the vibration makes you squeeze your legs around his head.

You try to look down, but your view is obstructed from the curls atop his head. You tangle your hand into his hair, pulling him back into you. He sucks on your clit, and you can feel him rock his hips into the bed. “Shit. Please, Doctor. Need to cum so bad.” You whimper breathlessly.

“Mhm, know I always take care of my best patient. Come on, princess. Let go, let me taste you.” Matty licks another stripe up your cunt, pressing a kiss to your clit. His middle and ring finger slide inside of you, spreading your hole in a scissoring motion. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you could feel the sensation building in your stomach.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, and you get pushed over the edge when he buries his fingers all the way inside of you. He curls them, and they hit your g-spot perfectly. You tug on Matty’s hair harder, your hips coming of the bed as you finish.

You’re cumming with a scream, please’s and thank you’s falling from your lips. Something that sounds like a mix between Matty and Doctor. You see white behind your eyelids, and you hear static behind Matty’s praises of ‘Good girl’.

His fingers are still moving bringing you down from your orgasm, “S’right. Good fucking girl for me. Ride it out.” Your hips are moving on their own accord, riding Matty’s fingers through your high.

Matty stood back up to his full height, you still panting on the bed. You looked down to see the very noticeable tent in his pants, and his hands coming to undo his belt.

“Gonna be my little fucktoy now, princess? Take me in this tight cunt.”

#gyno!au #this was fun to write #i lovee gyno matty ok

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buckyshairstylist · 9 months

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Heyyy!! Could I request a Tony Stark x Reader? I was kinda Thinkin maybe she’s a little bit on the 𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘮 shorter side, obv a legal adult. Just kinda him (teasingly) poking at her for it lmao

Thank you so much for this request, anon! This is the fluffiest thing I’ve written in a while and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy it!

My Little Fairy

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are short and hate asking your boyfriend for help. Tony loves teasing you about it.

CW: not proofread. none really; lighthearted teasing, pet names (dear, baby, honey, etc.) and fluff

WC: 688

If there was one thing that you hated more than anything in the universe, it was having to ask your boyfriend for help. More specifically, you hated having to ask him for help to reach something that you couldn’t.

Tony wasn’t very tall himself, standing at around 5’8, but he was definitely taller than you, and he relished it.

So to avoid his relentless teasing, you decided to climb onto the counter. Unfortunately for you, Tony had anticipated something like this and installed a protocol requiring Friday to be a snitch. And unlike the possibility of it being Peter, who could be threatened with the classic "snitches end up in ditches," Friday was an AI and therefore could not be threatened and intimidated.

"I thought I said not to be climbing on the counters."

You yelped and nearly lost your footing, turning to face Tony, who leaned against the doorway with a smirk. You stammered for a few seconds, clearly trying to come up with some excuse as to why you had to climb onto the counter.

“Tony, you know I wouldn't be on the counter without a good reason."

"Mhm. That's why I can't wait to hear it,” he said cheerfully.

Your face flushed as you lowered your head, trying to think of some way to convince him that you just had to be on the counter.

“I needed to change the lightbulb,” you blurted.

“Oh really?” Tony raised a brow.

“Yes! Yes, and in order to change it, I had to stand on the counter.”

“Uh-huh. Come down from there, dear. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Tony crossed the room, placing his hands on your hips before helping you down. You looked up at him, finding that he was already looking at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What do you need?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t be stubborn, baby. What do you need?” Tony raised a brow.

“Tony—“

“Don’t argue with me. What do you need?” Tony repeated more firmly, earning a huff from you.

“Top shelf, on the right.”

Tony grabbed the box, handing it to you. “I don’t mean to question you, dear, but why is there an unmarked cardboard box in our cabinet?”

“It’s full of spices,” you shrugged, setting it on the counter and opening it.

Tony hummed, leaning against the counter. You glanced at him, noticing the mischievous gleam in his brown eyes.

“Tony—“

“Honey, I’ve gotta ask. I’ve put it off for over a year, but I’ve got to know the answer to this very important question.”

You leaned against the counter, staring up at him with your arms folded over your chest, waiting. Tony pecked your lips and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Was your first house a dollhouse? It had to be with as tiny as you are.”

You inhaled deeply through your nostrils, visibly trying to remain as calm as you could.

“No, my first house wasn’t a dollhouse, honey,” you responded with all the patience you could muster.

“Ah, so it was the North Pole.”

“The North Pole?” you questioned, trying to figure out where he could possibly take that.

“Yes! You’re Santa’s little elf.”

You were sure by the way Tony burst into a fit of laughter that your face had fallen comically into an unamused expression.

“Tony.”

“You know, you’re my favorite elf. Far better than the one that resembled Steven Tyler in The Polar Express.”

You groaned.

“Or would you be more like the trolls that live under bridges? Sprites?” He continued with his teasing as you glared at him.

“Tony, I swear—“

“No, no, I’ve got it — you’re my little fairy. Tiny, magical, and beautiful.”

You ducked your head to hide your blush, mumbling a barely coherent “shut up” as you did so. Tony giggled, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“You know I don’t mean anything by it when I tease you, right?”

“I know,” you smile at him. “It’s all in fun.”

“Indeed it is, my little fairy.”

“So now I’m a mythical creature?”

“Well, you’re certainly not earthly. You put up with me every day and still love me.”

#tony stark x reader #tony x reader #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #marvel fanfic #tony stark fic #tony stark fluff #tony stark fanfiction #anthony edward stark #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fic #anon request

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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crossfire

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pairings: josh x reader x jake

tags: angry twins🥰 , threesome, degradation, a lot of praise, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex,

word count: 4.6k

summary: you end up staying late in the studio with jake and josh, and things get tense

notes: no twincest obv !! but if twins x reader is not ur thing pls don’t read. i see this as sort of an extension of the malibu stuff so they’re all familiar w each other already.

also if u know me no you definitely don’t <3 this is filthy oops

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“No—fuck, Josh, no, that sounds like shit.”

He took his finger off the intercom button and slumped his shoulders forward.

Jake had spent the better half of the last hour shaking his head. Everything was no, wrong, not quite, fuck, no—

It wasn’t going well.

He was sitting in the rolling chair with his head in his hands. He rubbed his face and took a breath, some cleansing sort of motion.

Josh walked back into the control room, shutting the soundproof door behind him a little too hard. You winced.

“Fuck you, Jake. You wanna try? You wanna sing the fuckin’ song?”

He wasn’t angry—close, maybe, yes—but more frustrated than anything.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Jake held a palm up and sighed, “The whole reason we’re still here this late is to get this shit. We have to get it,”

Everyone else had left the studio hours ago, either too tired to keep going, or having already finished their work for the day. As usual, the twins were insistent upon committing to the creative process, and so they were here.

So were you, then, partly for the motivation and partly because you enjoyed just spending time with them. They were tired though, and probably hungry, and so things were feeling generally dismal.

Josh plopped himself down on the loveseat in the corner, laying on his back, and pushed his face into the corner of his elbow.

“I know we have to get it, Jake, do you think I’m just dicking around?”

Jake settled for rolling his eyes.

You sat silently in the chair beside Jake, tempted to move one or two of the sliding buttons on the panel before you. You wouldn’t dare, though, not right now, for fear that you may lose a hand.

They weren’t really like that—they probably couldn’t yell at you if they tried, not really. But they were unpleasant when they were mad. Too stubborn for their own good, too picky to settle for less than perfect, and too damn critical of themselves and the other guy.

So you sat quiet, gave small praises where you could, sipped your drink. And watched.

Because maybe they were unpleasant when they were like this, but fuck if they didn’t look a little nice with their brows furrowed down, biting a lip here and there, jaws and hands tensing.

“You wanna try your shit?” Josh murmured, sounding defeated.

“Yeah.” Jake huffed a heavy sigh out and got up from the chair in a sudden motion, also slamming the door on his way out.

You watched him take his place on the stool in the room across the plexiglass. He grabbed the Les Paul with some amount of determination and found the cord nearby on an amp. He plugged it in with little finesse, and then focused closely on the tuning pegs, twisting them so slightly you wondered how it was doing anything, or how he knew what sounded best.

He looked up briefly then, and met your eyes. He gave a curt not. You gave a meek smile back.

He softened for a second, and gave the quickest of winks. You bit back a smile as he turned his head down to the fretboard.

Unfortunately, the tender moment was brief—about ten seconds in to whatever Jake was attempting, there was an abrupt squeak of a note that clearly did not belong, and Josh stood up from the loveseat.

“For fucks’s sake,” he breathed. He moved to the rolling chair Jake had been in and held down the intercom button, talking into the mic. He leaned forward, bracing his elbow on the panel board.

“I thought you said we have to get it, Jake,” he bit out, and you held back a gasp.

Your eyes flitted to Jake, trying to be subtle.

You couldn’t hear Jake, but you could see him spit out a “Fuck you,”

He didn’t look like he was teasing—his brows stayed furrowed, and he shook his head, seemingly at himself.

Josh slumped back in his chair and rubbed his face.

Softly, you spoke up, “You okay?”

Josh sighed, drawing his hand from his face gradually, before landing it in his lap. He was wearing these pants you loved—patchwork cotton. Very peace, love, and unity. His shirt was plain black, but it still hugged him nicely.

“Somethin’ like that,” Josh answered you, gruff.

You spun in your chair a bit, trying to move the air in the stiff room.

“You know you’ll get it,” you encouraged, “You know he’ll get it.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” you murmured, a little hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, I know. Just doesn’t feel that way til it actually happens,”

You nodded.

Jake started again, smooth and easy. You smiled at the wonderous way he had with the instrument—it sounded fucking great, which checked out with him being a grammy-winning artist and all, but still, it was different to hear it so raw. No matter how many times he played in front of you, it was hypnotizing.

He got into it, then, closing his eyes and scrunching up his face how he did, tapping his foot, and—

The string snapped with a startling twang, coiling up to lash at his hand before flopping lifeless in the air. You tensed.

“Fuck!” You could see him yell, and in a swift motion he was up, kicking the stool, ripping the cord out of the cable jack, shoving the guitar into its stand, and—

“Gotta be fucking joking, gotta be fucking joking,” Josh smacked his hand down on his knee, “That’s great—“

Jake yanked opened the booth door, not bothering to shut it behind him,

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he stared, sitting on the loveseat, “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I don’t wanna deal with it, I—“

“It’s a fucking string, Jake, just go change it—“

“No,” Jake pointed a finger at him, “No, Josh, you’re not gonna tell me what to do when you can’t sing the goddamn lyrics that are written on a piece of paper—“

“Are you serious?” Josh stood with his hands up at his sides, “Are you fucking serious, Jake? You know I have to focus on what the hell I sound like while I’m reading these fucking lyrics we wrote only four hours—“

“That’s your fucking job!”

“Hey!” You snapped, and their eyes bolted to you in a panic, like they forgot you were there. “What the hell? Are you two professional muscians or not? What the hell is this?“ You waved your hands in the air as to demonstrate your point.

They looked stunned, blinking at you. Josh stayed quiet. You looked at Jake, then, who was grinning slowly.

There was a long beat of silence.

“Well,” Jake said, letting his palms fall down against his lap, “Angel has something to say, huh?”

You swallowed, gauging his tone. You hadn’t heard it before. Then again, you can’t remember ever seeing him this irritated before, much less while you were involved.

“You wanna help, huh, sweetheart?” Jake grinned. He sounded on edge, with a high pitch in his voice that you identified to be suppressed frustration.

“I…” you didn’t know where you were going with your response.

“Come here, then,” he patted his thigh, motioning you over to him with his other hand. He rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek: something that made your stomach turn with equal parts nervousness and intrigue.

“What…” you cursed yourself for all the half-assed sentences. This was new territory, though..

“You heard me,” he nodded, “Come sit,”

He slid down a bit, spreading his legs in a display of masculine possessiveness. You would have thought it was slightly humorous any other time, but now it was just hot.

Your eyes flitted over to a silent Josh, hoping to find some sort of clue to understand what was unfolding.

“Don’t look at him,” Jake interrupted your thought. Your head snapped back to him. His eyes were dark. “Don’t look at him,” he repeated. His voice was low, and it was apparent, now, his intentions, “Be good and come here.”

Partly because you didn’t want him to have to repeat himself, and partly because you were suddenly very turned on, you made your way to him and straddled his lap.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jake smirked, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. A gesture so gentle, it contradicted his predatory stare, “You want us to ease up, angel?” He traced his finger along your jaw.

You nodded softly, opting for silence given that you weren’t sure what exactly to say.

“Mm,” Jake nodded, “Wanna help?” He tilted his chin down and looked up at you through his lashes, but you were sure this wasn’t real submission—he was nearly vibrating under your skin with something tense and pent up. “Wanna let me get some frustration out?”

Jesus. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Yeah?” Jake murmured, leaning forward to kiss your jaw, “Always so eager to help, aren’t you?”

“Jake…” you let out a shaky breath, intending to finish the thought when Josh interrupted.

“Oh, sure, just go at it like I’m not right here,” He huffed.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, trying to silently let him know you wouldn’t be opposed to his joining.

“No one asked you to just sit over there, Josh,” Jake said, biting a kiss to your neck, “Stop pouting,”

“Yeah, her sitting on your lap is a real clear invitation,”

Jake chuckled against your skin. He licked your collarbone and you bit your lip, leaving them to bicker, letting yourself get caught in the crossfire.

“Jealous, huh?” Jake murmured.

“No,” you heard Josh stand up.

Jake pulled you down against his mouth as you heard Josh walk away. You panicked momentarily that you had scared him off, but then, a sweet little sound: the studio door locking. Then, the soundproof door latching shut.

You opened your eyes, and the lights were dimmed. There was an orange glow from the control panel.

Jake watched your face and traced a finger over your cheek.

“No, I’m not jealous,” Josh was close behind you, “‘Cause she’ll be sweet to me too. Won’t you, mama?”

Josh’s hand was around your neck, tipping your head back with a light force. He was there, then, enveloping you in a kiss.

You sighed into it, your legs tightening around Jake’s torso. After a moment, there was some territorial noise from Jake, and his fingers were on your jaw.

You pulled your head down from Josh to look at his twin. Jake smirked, and like that, you were putty between them.

Josh removed his hand and let Jake pull you in by the back of your head, crashing your lips together.

He let out a soft mmmf, and you were eager to do whatever you had to do to hear it again.

Experimentally, you slid your hips forward so you were sitting pressed closed against him, then ground yourself down. He hummed again, his hand in your hair tightening down. His other planted itself over your thigh, pressing firmly.

As Jake licked into your mouth, you found yourself wanting to be fair.

“Josh, c’mere,” you murmured between kisses. You beckoned with your hand to the empty part of the loveseat; not a large space, but it would work.

“Don’t say his name while my tongue is in your mouth,” Jake muttered, biting your bottom lip.

You whined and nodded; this was so new; they weren’t like this when you were together. They butted heads in a playful way often, but possessive was not a word you’d have used to describe your interactions so far.

After a minute more of kissing Jake, you pulled away abruptly to look at Josh. Josh was flushed, an odd expression on his face—maybe desperation, and jealousy, despite his previous defense.

Reading something on your face, Josh leaned forward and met you in a needy kiss.

Jake’s hands tightened on your thighs, but he leaned back, allowing the kiss to proceed.

You cupped Josh’s face in your hands, and he reached a hand out to rest on your shoulder.

He was kissing you hard, teeth bumping together occasionally, hot breath exchanged between your lips, lips slick and swollen.

It only went on for a minute or so before Jake grew impatient. He touched the bottom of your chin, asking you to come back to him. You listened, pulling away to settle back against his lips.

After kissing him for another moment, you pulled back to catch your breath. Both of them watched you.

Jake’s hand moved up to touch your face and as it did, you caught a glimpse of dark red

“Jake,” you murmured, grabbing the hand. You quietly gasped at the lash against his skin. It wasn’t bleeding, but the flesh was raw in a line across his palm.

“When the string broke?” You asked.

He nodded curtly.

Gently, you unfurled his fingers and pressed a kiss to it. He sighed, shoulders dropping in relaxation.

His demeanor softened for just a moment, a quiet curse slipping from his mouth, before he growled low and lifted you to your feet by your waist:

“On your knees,” he gritted out, standing in front of you.

Josh looked as though he was just along for the ride at this point, following his twin’s lead, as he watched you react to Jake’s command.

“C’mon, pretty girl, help us out, huh?,” Jake was saying, undoing his belt and jean zipper.

You sunk to your knees upon instinct, bound by the warm depth of his voice. You were thankful the room was carpeted, though you probably would have done it regardless.

“Um,” you murmured, looking around the room, suddenly coming to your senses, “Are there cameras?”

Josh was standing then, coming to cup your cheek in his hand, “Only out by the gear,” he motioned his head to the room next door, “And it’s dark, we’re fine, mama.”

You nodded as Jake was shoving the front of his jeans down a bit, leaving you to look at the shadow of him straining under his boxers.

Carefully, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes were dark.

“S’yours,” he huffed out, nodding down at himself, “Take it,”

You nodded, reaching for the hem of his boxers, tugging them down to let his cock spring free.

He looked as if he was studying you, his head tilted just to the side, his hands tracing along your jaw as you reached for him. You touched him gingerly, wrapping your fingers over him.

You licked at the head, sucking it languidly into your mouth. His stomach tensed but his teeth were gritted, and he kept his composure.

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed himself into your mouth, tentatively, testing the waters. You whimpered and relaxed your throat, resting a hand at the base of him to help guide him.

“Let me fuck your pretty mouth” He breathed, “Tap my leg if you want me to stop,”

He gave a slight pause to allow you an out, and then when you didn’t take it, his head was falling back as he started slow thrusts against your tongue.

“Good fucking girl,” he was panting, “That’s a good girl, angel, letting me use you,”

“Jake…,” Josh gave the warning in a soft tone.

“Oh, shut up,” Jake groaned, still focused on you, “She likes it. Get with the program or get out.”

Josh made a strangled sort of grunting noise and then he was pulling his pants down just so, taking himself into his palm. Suddenly, he was fisting your hair and yanking your face towards him. Jake let go, allowing the switch.

You moaned too loud, taken aback by the possessive display.

“Yeah, mama,” Josh was murmuring as your mouth closed around him, “Thank you, sweet girl, just like that,”

He was thrusting slower than Jake, possibly scared he may hurt you, or scared he may not be able to stop if he did any more.

“You’re so slutty,” Jake murmured in the background, “Makes me so fuckin’ hard,”

You spared a quick glance to him and realized he was stroking himself slowly. He looked at you with his eyes full of desire, his jaw tensing and forearm fluttering.

“Come back, pretty slut,” Jake growled, doing as Josh had and bringing you back to him. You caught a deep breath and then let yourself be led, taking whatever he wanted to give you.

The underlying care they were taking; the soft cradles to your jaw, the way they were grabbing your hair at the roots so as to not sting so bad, the way the first thrust into your mouth was softer, was melting you.

After no longer than another minute, Jake was pulling you off of him with his fist in your hair. He tilted your head back just to look at your lips shine.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “Look so pretty when you’re ruined, angel,”

You whimpered, waiting for his next move. Your knees felt sore, and the ache between your thighs was nearing unbearable.

“Let her up, Jake,” Josh murmured.

Jake nodded, helping you to your feet. He backed you up against the desk with the controls, biting at your jaw, holding your cheek firm in his hand.

“I’ll go down on you later, angel. Just be a good girl and let me have you right now, yeah?,” he breathed into your ear.

You nodded and whimpered, unable to do much else with the way he was speaking clouding your mind.

“Bend over,” he rasped, turning you and pushing you over the desk. He yanked your pants down to just below your ass.

For a moment you were concerned about all the keys and buttons being dislodged, but as soon as the slick head of him pressed against you, all other thoughts vacated your mind.

“So sweet, angel,” he whispered, “Such a willing little thing, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, bracing yourself for the stretch of him, as he continued to nudge against you.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Whatever you need, both of you,”

You caught the noise that Josh made at that. You could see him through the blurred edges of your vision, a few feet from Jake, watching, not even touching himself, just raking his hands through his hair.

“Good girl,” Jake hummed, pushing into you all at once, shoving the front of your thighs into the edge of the desk. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, “Needed you,”

He wasted no time, settling into a harsh pace, one of his hands at your hip gripping hard, the other wringing through your hair.

“Jake,” you whimpered out, “Oh—god—“

“Yeah, angel? That feel good?” He teased, snapping his hips.

You nodded and whined, hands grasping for purchase on the desk, thighs beginning to shake.

“I know, angel,” hs gripped at the flesh of your ass, groaning as he did, “Take it just like that, sweetheart, so good for me,”

You let yourself submit to it, mind blanking at his forceful thrusting, his need making your stomach burn warm.

Suddenly, there was another hand on your lower back. After a set of low, unintelligible grunts, Jake was pulling out swiftly. Before you could process anything, Josh was buried to the hilt inside you, hips pressed to your ass.

“Oh my god,” you cried out, “Oh, fuck, Josh—I—“

“Mm, mama,” he breathed, “I know, sweet girl,”

He gave a slow thrust in and out.

“Let me know if it’s too rough,” he breathed, “Okay?”

You nodded, reaching a hand back to grab his. He took it, steadying himself with another hand on your waist, and with that he was gone, fucking hard and deep into you, making you throb around him.

He was choking out soft cries, letting the tension melt from him. He was also gifting you soft praises, muffled and intertwined with his curses, eager, “good girl”s, and “so sweet”s.

Between the way he was hitting the perfect angle inside you and his general demeanor that was so much more urgent than normal, you were hurtling towards your end quickly.

You grew more vocal, and Josh as always, was paying attention.

“You need to cum?” He muttered, “I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Fuck, please,”

“C’mon then, do it, sweetheart, let me have it,”

You gasped and let your cheek press to the cold desk as it slammed into you, him fucking you through it, not relenting for a moment.

After you had caught your breath, he was pulling out, smoothing his hand over your hip.

“Come here,” he murmured. You stood, legs shaking, turning to face him. His cheeks had red, flushed stripes, and his chest had a slight sheen of sweat. Jake had reclined on the loveseat again, working his hand slowly over himself.

Josh pulled you into a fervent kiss, backing you against the desk as he licked into your mouth.

When he parted, he smoothed your hair, tucked it behind your ear. He helped you step out of your pants the rest of the way and tossed them on the rolling chair.

“Jake, gimme one of our shirts,” he said, watching your face.

Jake tossed him the clothing, and he set it on the flat part of the desk behind you.

“Can you lay back for me, mama? Wanna watch your face when I cum,” He nipped at your cheek and you nodded, doing as he asked. It was only slightly uncomfortable, but as he sank into you, pulling your thighs flush to his hips, you felt nothing but bliss.

“That’s it,” he reached up to hold your chin, “Look at me while I fuck you,”

Your eyes rolled back for a moment but then you forced yourself to focus on him, his dark eyes, his flushed face.

He fucked you just as hard, gripping the fronts of your thighs, biting his bottom lip as he came apart.

For a moment, he slowed way down, eyes falling to watch himself push into you. He dragged out slow, then eased in slow, sending his eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering, head falling back.

“Fucking—oh,” the breath shuddered from his chest, “Gonna cum,” he admitted, resuming the harsh pace.

“Yeah, Josh,” you groaned, breathless, “Fuck, please,”

He nodded, head shaking slightly as he lost his composure, and then his head snapped down, eyes glued to yours, as his lips parted in a soft groan and he spilled over.

You whimpered, watching him, taking the throbbing feeling of him in. Slowly, his eyelids fell shut. He took a deep breath, and then opened them to look at you. He grinned.

“Well,” he chuckled, “that helped,”

He leaned forward to kiss you. You grinned into it, sucking softly on his bottom lip as he pulled away.

Jake was behind him before you knew it, and your cheeks were heating all over again at the realization that he still looked so tense.

He grabbed Josh’s shoulder with a small squeeze, and Josh stroked his hand over your thigh as he pulled out.

He pressed a kiss to your leg before he backed away, going to lay back on the loveseat.

Jake slid between your legs, eyes dark and focused. His hands traced over the insides of your thighs. He circled your clit with a gentle finger, and flashed a grin as you jolted at the touch.

“Mm,” he hummed, “I’ll do more of that for you later, angel. Just gonna fuck your right now, cause I need it.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He sank into you, eyes shutting briefly as he rolled his hips, “You can come back to my place, mm? I can take care of you?”

As he had before, he began fucking into you at a rough pace, slamming your skin to his, hitting somewhere perfectly deep in you.

“What if she wants to go back to my place?” Josh spoke up from the other side of the room.

Jake looked annoyed, and he let loose, gripping your hips and fucking into you with reckless abandon, “Then I guess she can fucking choose, can’t she?” he gritted.

“Watch your tone” Josh warned.

“Oh, please, she likes it,” Jake grinned down at you, “Don’t you, angel? Hmm? You like when we’re just a little mean? Does it get your panties all wet?”

“Fuck, Jake,” you breathed, clenching around him as your eyes squeezed shut.

“Yeah, you do,” he grinned, voice low, cracking here and there, “I see how it makes you blush, y’know. How your pretty eyes go back and forth, watching us.”

Somehow through the incredible force of him fucking you, you were able to conjur a thought about how hot it was that he was so perceptive.

“Answer the question, angel,” Jake reminded, “Wanna come home with me, let me take care of you?”

You didn’t want that, though, not with Josh in the room especially. You hated the feeling of being unfair to them, choosing just one.

“Maybe I’ll go back to his place and you can come along,” you grinned at Jake.

He slowed the pace of his hips, moving with punctuated thrusts.

“Yeah?” His eyes were wild as he smirked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get us both all over again?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Mm,” he licked over his lip, “See, you’re so fucking slutty, angel,” He was smiling wide now, “You want us both to take care of this sweet little clit?” he drug a finger over it softly, “Want both of us touching you?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, vision beginning to blur.

“Yeah, you do. You greedy thing,” it was unclear at this point if he was talking in such a vulgar way for your pleasure or his, “Want me to eat you out til you cry, hmm? Bet you’d love that,”

“M’gonna cum, Jake,” you breathed, overwhelmed by the things he was saying.

“Oh, you do love that, huh?” He grinned. He grabbed your cheeks and held your face, locking eyes with you, “Cum, angel, with me, do it.”

Your head fell back and you nearly screamed as it ripped through you, hot and wonderful. Jake was groaning and whimpering, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

He slowed as he came down, finally settling with hips against yours, tracing gentle lines up and down your belly with his pointer finger.

“You’re so sweet, angel,” he was smiling gently, “Thank you.”

This was your Jake. Regular, sweet Jake. You smiled back at him.

“I really will take you home, baby,” he murmured, pulling out gently and leaning in for a soft kiss, “Clean you up and make a mess of you all over again, mm?”

He helped you off the desk slowly.

“And I really meant what I said,” you looked to Josh, “I want you both.”

They both were grinning at you, and Jake nodded softly.

You grabbed your pants and tugged them back on, groaning at the feeling of them leaking out of you. It wasn’t all bad, but with you far from any kind of shower, it was a little unpleasant.

“Wanna come to my place so we can all fit in the shower?” Josh murmured, tugging his clothes back on, “I can order some take out.”

You nodded. pulling your shirt over your head, and Jake hummed in agreement.

After he was dressed, Jake pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you, angel,” he murmured into you hair, rubbing your back.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Of course. You’re right, you know,”

His eyes flitted over your face, trying to understand. He raised a brow.

“S’kinda hot when you’re both angry,”

Him and Josh gave short laughs, and he kissed you hard.

“Glad it’s fun for you, at least, angel,” he grinned, letting you loose so that you could help try and tidy up the studio before making your way out.

“Gonna have to bring you here more, mama,” Josh grinned, giving you a playful smack on the ass.

“You might not get asked to come back if we do this again,” you laughed, “Maybe I can find ways to annoy you both at home,”

Josh laughed, “You know what,” he grabbed his keys and wallet and took your hand as you walked to the door, “I’m not entirely opposed to that, sweetheart. Do your worst.”

fin.

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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dilf oikawa <3

! age gap[legal,obv], single dad oikawa, lots of praise,not proofread, SUGGESTIVE HEHDHSHHES!

your parents wanted to introduce you to your new neighbor, as they were always super friendly. your neighborhood was pretty close knit, everyone knew everyone and there was always a support structure- even if you were new. the night after he moved in, your parents shooed you out with a cake your mother made to welcome him. you questioned why they refused to come with you, but they didn’t do much to answer you; only saying that they already knew him.

you were a bit nervous, and even slightly annoyed. you were in college and definitely had better things to be doing other than welcoming your neighbours. alas, you knew being annoyed would do nothing but put you in a bad mood. as nerves flushed your face, you felt butterflies at the very pit of your stomach. you knocked on the oak of the door- and a small ,” one moment!” was heard.

nervously fiddling with the edge of the cake tray, you take note of the smooth, deep voice that hollered to you. your parents only mentioned that this person was an athlete, but over all were very vague. the door opened before you, your jaw nearly falling onto the ground once you laid eyes on who was behind it.

he looked familiar. you remember seeing him on tv once, but nothing could’ve done justice to the sight before you. tall, built and handsome in a blue button up and brown dress pants. his brown hair with grey scattered among it, eyes brown and kind. the man smiled at you, eyes crinkling slightly as his tongue slicked his pretty lips with saliva.you take notice of his eyes, raking over you and searching your face in an almost predatory manner. he speaks after a few seconds.

“hey there, sweetheart,” he hummed, leaning against the door frame. you felt small, under this huge man’s gaze and intimidating size. he seems to take notice of your anxiety, “my name’s tooru, are you one of my neighbors?” he questions. you realise how long you’ve been staring, and you blink yourself back into reality.

“my parents and i live next door, they said they’ve already met you so,” you pause, trying to rip your eyes away from his, “ mum sent me over here to give you this. and say ‘hello’” tooru swears he could burst, your voice small and sweet; so much so that he would invite you in just to fluster you. “oh! yes, your parents and i are friends. they told me that they had a kid,you’re in college aren’t you?” his hands come closer to you, taking the cake tray. “i am, yeah,” you mumble, face hot. you couldn’t understand why you felt so flustered, but you know it got so much worse when tooru spoke again.

“why don’t you come in, sweetheart? it’s cold out, and i just brewed some tea,” he holds the tray with one hand, his other finding home on your lower back. you follow him in, the woody aroma of his home dizzying you further. he smiles at you once more, setting down the cake and brewing what you gather is another cup of tea. you find your eyes caught on his calloused hands enveloping the cup, strong and big- experienced, you think. the older man notices your gaze, smiling to himself mischievously he allows it. once the tea is brewed, he sets it on the coffee table near the couch and sits. he pats a space next to him, to which you shyly nod.

“y/n, right ? i completely forgot to ask,” he chuckles, taking his cup in his hands. you nod with a smile, trying desperately to keep your eyes on his face as he spreads out to get comfy. “very pretty name for a pretty little thing,” he mumbles into his cup, “thank you, mr tooru,” you reply. he laughs, his hand on your back once more. “please, call me tooru. there’s no need for any formalities,” tooru says, thumb rubbing heat into your skin. you laugh nervously,looking down into your lap- tooru realised that he’s growing restless.

“what’s the matter, pretty?” he asks softly, index finger lifting your chin. your eyes glitter in the low light of the room, his actions doing nothing to take away from the tension in the room. “n-nothing,i-”you try, but his face seems to only lean into yours. “you seem so nervous, poor baby,” he coos, tucking hair from your face behind your ear. your breath is heavy and you feel suffocated in your jersey- the chilly evening air long forgotten in the midst of this older man.

“i am, a little,” you reply. tooru tilts his head, his lips almost brushing yours. “ don’t be, baby. ‘m real nice, you’ll see,” he runs his fingers over your thigh, and you can smell the musk of his cologne so clearly you’d think it’s the oxygen you need to breathe. tooru’s fingers catch the first button of your jersey. “ maybe you’ll be a little less warm if we get this off, huh?” he offers. you nod profusely, allowing him to take it off and never ignoring the way his hands linger on your lap at the last button. “see? better isn’t it?” he almost whispers. “it is, but,” your stomach does backflips just thinking of what you’re about to say. it’s wrong, he’s an adult man who has a child, but the way he’s looking at you, his scent invading your senses and the hungry aura of the room does nothing but encourage you. “ it isn’t fair that you don’t have to take something off, too,” you whine. tooru’s pretty lips spread into another smile, his hands now finding his own buttons,

at least you know your new neighbour does like you, yeah?

@rintarousprincess

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 27: Survival

You and the Mandalorian track a quarry through some difficult and dangerous terrain. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-26 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut because it's been 5 minutes since they last fucked so... obvs. Animal attack, near drowning. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 4.7K

“Put the kid in his pod,” Din gently slid the backpack off, handing it to you while the quarry’s eyes darted toward the raising ramp. “Then, cockpit. Want to get going.”

You nodded once and turned to go before you paused and turned around.

“My hunt, my bounty,” you said, holding the bag with the child inside to your chest. “You’re not allowed to kill him before you put in him carbonite.”

He sighed.

“I’m not going to kill him, Doll.”

You nodded again and went to do as Din had asked. For once in your life.

“I’m sorry,” the quarry said quickly, his eyes wide as he looked in Din’s visor. Unlike you, he wasn’t able to find his eyes beneath the metal. “Really, I didn’t know she was with you, I won’t hurt her again or anyone again, please don’t…”

“She said I couldn’t kill you before I put you in carbonite,” Din said. “She didn’t say a thing about after.”

The quarry shut up then, the Mandalorian all but throwing him into the freezing chamber before heading to the cockpit.

Din had ulterior motives for wanting to get off world quick. First, being on Hosnian Prime with you again made him… uncomfortable. Deeply uncomfortable. He couldn’t shake the feeling that, the second you were out of sight, you’d be hurt. He’d seen you cut open to the bone twice now, he wasn’t about to let it happen a third time. This world seemed too dangerous, the specter of your pain hanging over every inch of the place.

Second… well, second was the fact that he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last without taking you again and, when he did, he didn’t want the fact that you had another job to get to hanging over him. Watching you hunt had been scary at first. He knew what could happen on a hunt - even though this one was pretty safe, all things considered. If it weren’t for your history with the planet, he would have picked a quarry like this as your first time out. But things could go wrong. And you were the one out front. Out of his control. But the second he could see past the fear of it, the beauty of it was almost overwhelming. You were smart, confident, collected. And fuck did that make him want you, so much it almost hurt.

You were waiting in the cockpit for him, your head leaned back against the chair, eyes closed. He took a moment, looking over your body. The swell of your breasts above your crossed arms, your legs long as they stretched out toward the dash, your lips full and soft. He remembered how soft, how good they’d felt against his own…

“Might have been my hunt, Mando, but it’s your ship,” your eyes were still closed, those lips of yours curved into a small smile. “You’ve got to get us out of here.”

He shook his head but obliged, you still stretched out as much as you could be in the small cockpit as he guided the ship off world and set the jump. The stars streaked by outside and Din set the cockpit to low power mode, turning off the controls for everything but the most necessary systems, in case of emergency. He turned his seat to look at you, your eyes still closed, quiet contentment and starlight painted on your face.

“Tired, Doll?” He asked, half to tease you, half to ask.

“Mmm,” you smiled a bit broader. “I need to get better at staying up all night. Not sure how you do it, you said you’re older than me, right?”

“I am,” he said. “It’s just practice.”

“Practice, eh?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes ranging over your body, remembering how you felt wrapped around him. “I could help you practice.”

You opened your eyes at that, just slits at first before you recognized the light of hyperspace outside the cockpit. You watched the stars for a moment, something oddly enchanting about your obsession with space for someone who wanted nothing to do with flying a ship, before looking back at Din.

“You offering to keep me up all night, Mando?” You asked. He shrugged a shoulder at you, still watching you. Unable to look away from you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Try me.” He nodded to his lap. You smiled a little, shaking your head once - almost like you were trying to talk yourself out of it - before obeying, standing between his spread legs. He leaned forward, his gloved hands slipping up your thighs to your hips, your waist. He tugged you forward and put his knee between your legs, nudging them apart, before pulling you down on his thigh with a small gasp. His hands latched onto your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh. He slowly guided you over his leg, grinding you down against the metal armor on his thigh. You tilted your hips slightly, adjusting the angle so your clit was pressed down against him.

“Good girl,” he said, voice low. You moaned and he smiled a little. You liked when he praised you, when he took control and made you let go. He increased the pace, working you over him. Your back arched, breaths coming faster. “Keep riding my leg, Doll. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

You swallowed and nodded, your fingers clenching against your own thighs. The Mandalorian ran his hands up your body to where your shirt opened near your breasts, unbuttoning it down to your navel. He pulled off his gloves, casting them aside, putting his bare hands against the soft skin of your waist, sliding up your ribs before freeing your breasts. Damn, you were beautiful, riding his leg, skin bared, eyes closed in ecstasy and concentration. He took your breasts in his hands, cupping them gently at first, your skin so fucking soft it almost hurt to touch you. The rocking of your hips stuttered.

“Did I say stop?” He asked, getting a firmer grip on your breasts.

“No,” you whimpered.

“Then don’t stop.” His thumbs brushed, in unison, over your peaked nipples, the pebbled flesh firm in stark contrast to the rest of you he held. You obediently started riding him again, your hips working over his leg.

“Din,” you groaned, your head falling forward, your hair slipping over your shoulders when you did and brushing against his hands. “I need…”

Your voice cracked into a whimper.

“What do you need, Doll?” He asked softly.

“You inside,” you managed after a moment, your hips moving faster over him now. “Need something to grip, so… fuck… so empty…”

It took everything he had to not groan, your words going straight to his cock, the burning need he had for you building.

“Haven’t had you in a few days,” his voice was strained. “Need you to cum first, not going to hurt you.”

“Don’t care,” your hips increased their pace. “Please…”

“Cum for me and I’ll give you what you want,” he growled. His hands slid back down your body and you whimpered in protest until they unbuttoned your pants and one slid inside, finding your swollen clit and pressing into it. You gasped, grinding down on him harder. “Cum for me, Doll. I know you can, don’t hold back, stop holding back with me. Give me everything, let me take everything for you. Cum for me.”

You all but exploded then, whimpering and slumping forward into him, your body slack.

“That’s my girl,” he said softly, the hand that wasn’t gently working your clit slipping around to your back. “You did so well.”

You were still trembling as he leveraged you off him just enough to slip your pants to the floor, leaving you naked from the waist down. He freed his hard cock from his flight suit, gently rubbing your wet slit before bringing his fingers to his length, mixing your wetness with his, making him slick. You were almost dazed, your body soft and pliant, hardly able to stay standing.

“What do you want, Doll?” He asked, rubbing himself with one hand and holding you up with the other.

“You,” your eyes were closed and you swayed where you stood but you smiled. “Always you.”

He gently pulled you against him, spreading your legs before pulling you down onto him. There was the moment of resistance at your pussy, your tightness holding firm against him before he slipped into your warm, soft heat. You moaned, back arching as you sank further onto him. He guided you down, his hands slipping up your back, pulling you gradually closer and closer until he was fully sheathed within you, your body holding space for him like he belonged there. You whimpered again, slumping forward, limbs limp and weak, head on his shoulder.

“Taking me so well,” his hands slipped below your thighs, lifting you up from him before dropping you back onto him. “Feel so good…”

He drove up into you, stretching you over him as your body clenched around him, your arms drifting around his neck, your bare chest pressed against the cool metal of his armor. This was almost enough for him, your quiet moans in his ear. But he wanted more of you. He leaned forward, guiding your legs around his waist while buried inside you before cupping your ass and standing up, carrying you to the console you always climbed into when tucking yourself away in the cockpit. He set you down gently, you seeming hardly aware that you moved, your eyes narrowed in confusion. He softly pushed you back so you were laid out before him, the stars swirling over your head and his cock deep inside your body. He could see you this way, his hands tugging you tighter to him before running up your body as he fucked into you.

Every stroke, he felt you stretch and open more, his thumb finding your clit and working you in small circles. Your back arched.

“Din,” you breathed his name, like it was the only thing worth saying. He groaned. Fuck, he liked you needy. Loved you needy. He needed you to need him like this because anything less was dangerous. Anything less might destroy him. He’d just let you devour him.

“Cyare,” he managed, his hips slamming into yours, watching your breasts move with the force of it. Your back arched and your eyes suddenly opened wide, panting for breath as the starlight pooled over your skin. You were swimming in it, one with it, one with him. You reached for him, your fingers stretching and groping. He lifted a hand and laced his fingers with your own.

“Need…” you keened, your hips working on him.

“Need what.”

“You…” you groaned as he pressed into you harder mid stroke, holding himself against the spot inside you he knew you loved. “Fuck… Cum. Need you to cum inside… Need to feel you, please…”

He groaned, fucking into you harder, faster. There was a part of him - one he hadn’t known existed until you - that needed to finish inside. He needed to leave himself inside of you and hearing you beg for it….

The hand that wasn’t holding yours ground into your clit and you whimpered, your body tightening around him. He was relentless, your moans almost becoming sobs as he pulled another orgasm from your body, able to hold his own off just long enough to press into you as you came undone, emptying himself into you. You went limp, eyes closed, content. His hand roved over your stomach, his softening cock still inside of you. He ran his fingers over your body. He remembered a time before he touched you, how soft he’d imagined you to be. How much softer you actually were when laid bare before him.

He pulled himself from you slowly before gently picking you up, wrapping you around him so he could carry you down the ladder, delicately tucking you into the bunk before removing all his beskar but his helmet and climbing in beside you. You sighed and pressed yourself into him, Din catching a glimpse of a smile tugging at your lips before you buried your face in his chest. His hand went to your hair, tangling himself in you. You burrowed closer, breathing steady. Asleep. He realized he was a comfort to you. You always seemed to try to be closer to him, like he was safe - something he’d never considered being for anyone. He’d unconsciously fallen into it with the kid. It had been automatic with him, looking after a child who needed care and protection. You he’d fallen into without thinking or fully realizing. You mumbled something he didn’t understand in your sleep and he held you tighter. He wasn’t going to let you go. He couldn’t. Not now.

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“You’re distracting me.” You scowled a little. Din laughed.

“How, you can’t even see me.”

“You’re staring.”

“I’m not.”

You opened an eye. The Mandalorian was leaning, arms folded, against the wall of the hold, eyes on you as you sat on your favorite crate. You smirked, closing your eyes again.

“Liar,” You sat up a little straighter. “Now quit it.”

“What if I don’t want to,” he replied, voice dark. The sound of it settled low in your stomach.

“Unless you want the kid to possibly get a glimpse of what you’re making me think about right now,” you said. “Cool it.”

You felt his eyes run over you again before pulling away and you fought the urge to smile as you tried to focus again.

The kid was sitting in front of you, you could feel him trying to prod into your mind. You weren’t getting anything from him but he was trying - very hard - to get something from you. You were doing your best to let him, trying to relax your mind and extend your thoughts so he could see them.

Din was making it hard to keep those thoughts child-appropriate, though. You’d been so exhausted by the time you made it back to the Razor Crest, everything that happened after was more a haze than a real memory. But there was pleasure, the sensation of being overwhelmingly stretched and filled, feeling safer than you’d ever remembered feeling before.

You tried to focus on something nice - and something that you wouldn’t blush if the kid picked up on. You thought about the snow on the mountain. How much you’d come to love the small, green creature sitting just feet away from you. The way you loved the beskar covered man doing his best not to watch you from the corner. That you’d found something that felt like home with them - something you never thought you’d have again after you left Naboo.

You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there, concentrating, when it was like there was a crack in your thoughts - as though the glass containing your consciousness sprung a leak and you felt it start to flow from you into the kid.

There was an excited squeal and an abrupt end to the leak and you opened your eyes. The kid was toddling for you, moving as fast as his little legs would let him go. He met your eyes and you felt just how excited and overwhelmed with love he was. You laughed, leaning forward and scooping him up as his tiny hands reached for your face. His eyes held yours, all but throwing his feelings at you.

“I love you too,” you smiled wider before pulling him against you, his head notched against your neck and shoulder. “So much, kiddo.”

He cooed and babbled happily.

“What just happened?” The Mandalorian asked. You looked over at him.

“He was able to actually access some of my thoughts,” you said. “It felt different this time, I’m not entirely sure what he saw but I think he got more than a general vibe which is I think all he was able to get out of me in the past…”

Din just watched the two of you for a moment, the kid pulling back to look at your face again, touching your cheeks and your lips and your nose.

“What were you thinking about?”

You hesitated.

“A few things,” you shrugged, trying to think of a way to answer honestly without including just how hopelessly attached you’d become to the Mandalorian. No need to put THAT out there for public consumption. “I think he picked up on how much I love him since that’s what he’s feeling back toward me. But I’m not sure.”

The kid pushed back on you before he looked at Din and then at you. You smiled and laughed a little.

“What?”

“He loves you, too,” you said. “He really wants to make sure you know that he really loves you.”

Din shook his head a bit and pushed away from the wall with his shoulder before coming and taking the kid from you.

“Love you too, kid,” he said, his voice gentle. The kid reached out and touched his helmet, just like he’d done with your face. “…a lot.”

The baby cooed and the Mandalorian tucked him against his side.

“Think I’ll take him to the cockpit,” he said. “We’ll be on approach soon…”

“I’ll get packed and meet you up there,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around your knees and pulling the to your chest. He gave you a stiff nod and left you there, alone.

You gave it a minute to see if he was coming back before you sprawled out on top of the crate, staring up at the ceiling.

This was getting out of control. It seemed like you’d get an idea of what you wanted from the Mandalorian and then discover that wasn’t enough. You wanted him to not be a threat, then to not be cold, then to be a friend, then to be a lover. You’d thought all of that would be enough, that him finally touching you without running away immediately after would have been enough but no. You were greedy. Greedy and in love with him and ready to cling to any indication that he felt that way for you, too. You couldn’t trust it. You couldn’t trust anything you got from him that he didn’t explicitly say, you were too close to the situation. You couldn’t accurately read anyone you wanted that much from.

Eventually, he’d have to leave you somewhere. He was a man of his word, he said he’d take you anywhere and you knew he would. You couldn’t break, not this time. There wouldn’t be anyone to stay with for a month while you got your shit together. You’d need to be on guard immediately, not distracted. You had to get this under control… Without stopping the sex. You were smart enough to know you weren’t going to cut that off.

“You’re a fucking moron,” you muttered to yourself, taking a deep breath before sitting up and packing your things for the hunt.

Din put the Crest down on the only chunk of solid ground you could see, the area around you nothing but swamp. The air was wet and thick, almost as soupy as the water.

“Not going to be a fun one, Doll,” Din said, striding ever confidently down the ramp. “Last chance to stick with the ship.”

You glared at him. Always so eager to ditch you.

“Alright,” he said, leading the way into the sludge. You followed, the kid strapped to your chest. “We’re looking for a Mon Calamari. He’s been hiding here for a bit.”

“Mon Calamari?” You asked. He glanced your way and nodded once. “Oh we’re fucked, how are we supposed to find a Mon Calamari in this much water?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

It was slow going. It wasn’t long before everything from your thighs down were soaked. You’d have to watch for trench foot - and make sure Mando checks, too. You knew his flight suit was water resistant but weren’t sure how well it’d hold up to being submerged like this for long periods.

The kid, however, was in his glory. He was fascinated by the swarms of life, cooing and babbling and reaching for everything he could see, his eyes wide. You just kept up a stream of information for him, telling him what little you knew of the things you saw. How the different plants and animals had different parts to play in the swamp, everything a small piece of a much bigger whole.

Every few hours, you slowed down and pulled him out of the bag, putting him close enough to the water to use his little Jedi powers to grab something out to snack on before putting him back, his wide eyes reflected on the muddy surface.

You kept going for a full 20 hours before there was a patch of dry land to climb onto, the kid passed out in his bag. You groaned happily, peeling off your wet boots and stretching your toes out on the ground.

“Would it be weird if I took off my pants, too?” You asked, not bothering to wait for a response, just tugging the soaked fabric down your body. The Mandalorian looked out toward the swamp. “You should check your feet, too, Mando. Wet feet can be a bad time.”

“I’m fine.”

You stretched out on the ground as he set up the small stove, feeling oddly exposed considering the Mandalorian had been inside you not that long ago.

“We’re only stopping for a few hours,” he warned. “We have to keep moving.”

“Need to set watches?” You asked. He sighed.

“No, Doll. Just get some rest.”

The next day was more of the same. And the day after that. By halfway through the fourth day, you were having a hard time making your legs keep going, not that you were going to say anything to the Mandalorian about it. You were determined to keep up, even if it killed you.

Besides, the tracker said you were getting close. Din thought you’d reach the quarry that day, if not then the next.

That thought was keeping you going when suddenly - while your eyes were closed in a particularly long blink - the Mandalorian disappeared from in front of you.

“Din?” You asked, looking around. There was no sign of him. Your heart rate picked up. “Din? This isn’t funny, Din, where the fuck are you?”

There was a slight disturbance in the water in front of you, a flash of beskar.

“Din!” You rushed him, clumsily moving the kid onto your back to try to protect him from whatever the threat was. You fished around in the muddy water until your fingers found metal. You latched onto him and pulled, but something held him under. “Fuck!”

You pulled out your blaster and aimed vaguely where Din was.

“Sorry if this hits something that isn’t covered in armor,” you muttered, pulling the trigger a few times, changing where you were aiming slightly with each shot. He broke through the surface, something green and muscled wrapped around him.

“Run!” He yelled. “Take the kid!”

You ignored him, shooting the thing wrapped around him again, but it just tightened and pulled him under again.

“Dank ferrik!” You yanked your vibroknife free of its holster and fumbled in the water until you found Mando’s body, feeling along the metal and flight suit until you found the meaty texture of whatever was wrapped around him. You stabbed into it, cutting it open. You felt it relax but not unwind from him. You pulled the knife free and stabbed it again.

The thing shot out of the water and grabbed your arm, pulling you under. You fought to keep your back above water, keep the kid from drowning. The tentacle went around your neck, trying to pull you under. You locked your knees, refusing to allow your legs to buckle. With your free hand, you fumbled in the water until your fingers closed around the vibroknife. You stabbed the tentacle around your throat viciously, ripping and pulling until it released you entirely and you shot out of the water, gulping for air, before going back in after the Mandalorian.

You found the tentacle around him and stabbed, pulling through the muscle and sinew as much as you could. That time, it worked, Mando’s body releasing. You hauled him to the surface, quickly finding his head below the water to drag him up for air.

“Din?” You said, panting for breath. No response. “Fuck…”

You looked around quickly, finding a tree with roots that came above the surface. You dragged him to it, leaning him over a root, yanking off the jetpack and smacking him in the middle of the back until you heard him cough and sputter.

“Thank fuck,” you sighed. You slung the kid back around to the front of you and turned around. “Take your helmet off, it’s OK.”

His coughing continued but changed to being unmodulated.

“Why didn’t you listen?” He managed once he had enough air to talk. “I told you to take the kid and run!”

“You know, a thank you for saving your life would be nice,” you rolled your eyes, still breathing hard.

“Not when you did the opposite of what I told you to do,” he snapped, panting for breath. “You could have gotten yourself and the kid killed!”

“You were almost killed so you took priority!” You snapped back.

Now that the danger had passed, the horror of what had nearly happened took hold. You'd almost lost him. He'd almost died, right in front of you. Just like Dagres. There was that feeling again, like someone had cut your body open and started removing parts of you, essential pieces you couldn't survive without and pulling them into the open air. He'd vanished beneath the water, almost drowned, almost gone forever. You'd never be able to touch him again, never laugh while the kid toddled between you again, never hear him sigh your name in exasperation when you did something that drove him crazy again. You couldn't live without that.

“No, I don’t take priority,” he growled, helmet on again. He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you around so you were facing him. He towered over you like this, broad and intimidating. You stood your ground. “You and him are more important and I won’t accept you taking risks with what’s mine!”

You just stood there for a moment, dripping wet, blinking at him, trying to process what he said. He stopped towering over you quite as much, still catching his breath.

“We keep moving,” he commanded. “Unless you want to disobey that order, too.”

“No,” you muttered, following behind him through the swamp.

You trudged along behind him in silence for a few minutes before you got up the courage to talk again, walking along side him.

“So you really expect me to just let you die?” You asked, a hint of anger still on your voice.

“If it’s down to me or you?” He asked, glancing down at you. “Yes. If it’s between me and the kid you’d better not even hesitate.”

“What if it’s me and you have the kid?” You asked. “You going to just leave me? Because you weren’t going along with that on Jakku.”

“I’d do everything I could to keep the kid safe,” he said after a moment.

“And yourself?”

“Doll…”

“Din.”

He sighed.

“I don’t know when you decided you didn’t matter in this equation, Mando, but I have news for you,” you snapped, turning to face him and planting your feet. “You’re that kid’s dad. You’re the most important person in the universe as far as he’s concerned. Fucking act like it.”

“You’re not my bodyguard, Doll.” His voice was calm, steady. But there was anger below the surface. “I know that’s what you’re used to but that’s not what you are anymore. Accept that your life matters to me.”

He looked at you for another moment before continuing on through the swamp.

#mandalorian fanfic #fanfic #smut fic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x female reader

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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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this isn’t based on any texts with dwb!chris but i was wondering if u could write a fic abt dwb!chris teaching the reader how to juggle cause she doesn’t know how. maybe make it rly fluffy nd shit, like maybe she cries cause she’s frustrated she can’t do it (i would sob i literally can’t juggle) and chris comforts her and maybe cuddles at the end?

obv it’s ok if not <3 xx

never change

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: none. enjoy <333

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i watched as Chris skillfully passed the oranges from one hand to the other, while one was thrown in the air and he caught it without effort. he does it so seamlessly, as though it’s a skill that everyone is born knowing how to do.

“can you show me how?” i asked, a sweet smile forming on my face.

“i can try, i’ve never really had to teach anyone”

he stopped juggling and stood behind me, putting his arms around mine. this man is going to be the death of me.

“relax baby” he whispered into my ear, running his hands along my shoulders.

he helped me position my arms properly, pushing my elbows in.

“let’s just start with two oranges” he said as placed the third one down.

“just focus on passing them back and forth” following his instructions, i threw the round objects back and forth between my two hands.

right, left, catch, catch.

i continued to go through the motions a few more times, waiting for the next step.

“good, keep your elbows tucked in” i moved my elbows in.

“ok, now we can try adding the other in”

“now do the same thing, but before the second orange comes down you add in an extra throw “ i watched as he demonstrated again.

right, left, right, catch.

i watched him do it, but my brain couldn’t process it.

“wait, what? ” i asked, now confused.

he then demonstrated again, but i was still lost.

“here, just try it” he said as handed me the oranges.

i attempted to do exactly as he said, but could never get it right.

“this is so fucking stupid, why is this so complicated” i said, starting to get annoyed.

“hey it’s alright ma, no one gets it on their first try, just give it some time” he said as he rubbed my shoulders.

i tried, and tried but i couldn’t get the rhythm down.

“fuck! this shouldn’t be so god damn hard!” i exclaimed, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

“baby, it’s ok. we can try again another time” chris said, picking up on how upset i was getting.

“i feel so fucking stupid, this should be simple” i said as i looked up at him, tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“and i don’t know why i’m crying! i’m not upset, i’m pissed!” i said, getting frustrated.

he took the oranges from me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine.

“it’s ok baby, i got you. you’re not stupid, there are plenty of people who can’t even do the first step of juggling and you aced it”

“that’s a damn lie chris, anyone could toss oranges back and forth” i looked up at him, laughing through the tears.

“hmm maybe, but it cheered you up!” he said with a growing smile, wiping my tears away.

“i guess”

“listen, if you never want to juggle again you don’t have to. i doubt anyone will hold you at gunpoint and tell you to juggle for your life” this sent us both into fits of giggles, making us both laugh even harder at the sound of the other’s laughter.

“you probably just jinxed me”

“i don’t think so ma”

we both stopped laughing, staring at each other with wide grins. i gave him a quick peck, making his smile even wider.

“ok forget the juggling, can we just cuddle? ”

“always ma” he said as he led me to the couch. we both flopped down onto it, and he wrapped his arms around me sticking his nose into the crook of my neck.

“you’re perfect, baby. never change.”

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hope y’all like <333

i never realized how hard it is to describe juggling, especially when you don’t know how lmaooo

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mickeym4ndy · 1 month

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talk more about mickey and svetlana and everyone in season 6 PLEASE i love it

Ah I love this topic thank you so much for this! Season 6 with Mickey, Yevgeny, & Svetlana is my Roman Empire.

Ok so I actually have so much to say that it would be too long for one ask so I decided to kinda focus on Mickey & Svetlana’s dynamic in the alternate s6 (how it should’ve been) & how it would’ve been for them when Ian & Mickey got back together, but it also sorta turned into a Svetlana character analysis and is really long so under it’s under the cut🩵

Ok so I think Svetlana would be happy to have Mickey & Ian back together and to have Ian in Yev’s life. She wants the best for her son and the more people that love him the better. I think she’d be very understanding about his illness and wouldn’t blame him for taking Yevgeny or anything.

However, I do think she’d be a little wary of Mickey & Ian getting back together initially. Like on one hand she’d be like stop moping and get back together, u idiots. But on the other hand - she’d be a little wary. What I mean by this is:

Svetlana really values family. And she wants a family for Yevgeny (and herself). She wanted Mickey in Yev’s life no matter how much he pushed them away in seasons 3-5 because she wanted Yev to have a present dad.

When Ian comes back in s4, she realises that while he’s around, her & Yev will never be his priority (at that point). That’s what I’ve always interpreted this scene as:

She’s scared. Part of that is because at this point^ she does rely on Mickey for money & a place to live so she’s scared her & her baby will end up with nowhere to go (that’s why she wants Terry back from prison at the baptism imo, she knows he’s what’s keeping Mickey from kicking her out). But it’s also because she genuinely wants the best for her baby and to have a dad in his life.

And then, throughout the following seasons, Mickey repeatedly put Ian before Yev - not calling the cops when Ian took him, moving to the Gallagher’s etc. And yea it was fair of Mickey to be there for his bf obviously, Ian needed him. But it was v hard for Svet.

So then onto season 6: My idea for season 6 with Mickey would be that him & Svet & Yev become a little family. I’ve explained some about it here. They’d be all Mickey had left so it would kind of happen accidentally/naturally. Imo it would start with them just both being there for Yev, then they end up supporting each other and being there for each other.

With Mickey & Ian broken up, Mickey’s focus would shift to being a good dad and being there for his son (after a while mind - I do think initially he’d probably be all about Ian). And I think Mickey & Svet would form a good friendship. I could go into detail into all the things that might lead to this and all the things they do together, but that would be so long. Maybe I’ll do it in another post, but u get the gist. They’re family. It’s unspoken but they are.

So she’s got what she wanted for herself and Yev - a family and a dad who puts them first (to an extent, obvs there’s more she’d want out of life but again you get the gist).

Then fast forward to when Ian & Mickey are getting back together after a while apart. She’d be happy they’re back together yea. But, with Ian back, I think Svetlana’s fears about Yev always coming second to Ian for Mickey would reappear. And it wouldn’t really be spoken, but Mickey would have to prove to her (and she’d want Mickey to prove to her) that that won’t always be the case anymore.

Obviously Ian & Mickey are partners and will often drop everything for each other, but it couldn’t be like that alll the time anymore. He’s a father now. Ultimately, Svetlana would want Mickey to be there for Yev (and - she wouldn’t say it because she’s so independent - also for her) when they need him, like the previous few months had been. And she’d be worried that would stop after he’s back with Ian.

I like the idea that it’s sorted like this: While Ian & Mickey are at the beginning of getting back together, Mickey & Svet have a plan to do something together w Yev, but Svetlana’s heard that the Gallagher’s are having some drama (nothing major) so she assumes Mickey will go be with Ian and won’t show up. But he does. And it’s like

“Thought you’d be with orange boy.”

“Said I’d be here, didn’t I?”

“Usually if orange boy has problem u drop everything.”

And Mickey knows what she really means so he says

“Hey. It’s not gonna be like that this time ok? I’m gonna be there for my kid.”

“Good. Yevgeny needs father.”

And then it’s quiet for a while and Mickey says “…and you, too.”

“What?”

“I’m uh… I’m gonna be there when you need me too, you know. You’ve… you’ve been there for me a lot over the last couple months and we’re… idk we’re fuckin’ family I guess.”

And neither of them are great at talking about feelings but Svet appreciates it and needed to hear it, and Mickey knows that.

So yea after that I feel like it’d be great. Things would be different for everyone this time around and obvs there would be some growing pains. A loooot has changed and likelihood is is that Yev wouldn’t recognize Ian anymore by the time he sees him again, so that would be v tough for Ian I imagine.

But yea in general - some growing pains initially but then big happy families. I’d acc love to hear what other people think about this! Also any and all season 6 Mickey thoughts.

(Side note: To get the vibe I’m going for here with Svet & Mickey’s relationship, I’d recommend reading “The New Year” and the sequel “Bird Set Free” by LanJevinson on ao3. Mickey & Svet struggle with the same thing of Mickey putting family first vs Ian, and it’s so so good. It’s a post prison instead fic instead of s6 fic, but it’s the same idea. And it’s also 1 of my fav Gallavich fics ever).

#asks #Mickey Milkovich #svetlana yevgenivna #yevgeny milkovich #shameless s6 #shameless season 6 #shameless #mickey milkovich meta #s6 #shameless meta #Ian Gallagher #gallavich #would love to hear other thoughts on this #UGH I’m acc so sad Mickey left and we had to deal w what happened

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thebardisabird · 1 year

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This came entirely at the inspiration of @trashmansketches so thank them for this! Tit for tat baby, we’re clearly horrible influences to each other lmao

Here are some headcanon-y, scenario-y things for how the brothers would react if you shaved the side(s) of your head! No gender specifics here, because obvs anyone can shave their head! 😊 Under the cut:

Osomatsu

With Osomatsu you felt like things were so simple. So why did you feel so nervous?! You’d been planning to do this for months now, so when the buzzer finally took off the last of the hair you lined it up to, your nerves started to get the better of you. Unluckily for you, you didn’t have much time to think about it. “Baaaabe, where are youuu, let’s go get fried ri-” He stops short as soon as he sees you. Your blood runs cold. Turning around you stutter out, “O-Osomatsu, well, you see-” “Woahhh you look cool!” This surprises you for a second. He liked it? “You...you think so?” He sports a reassuring grin, “Hell yeah! I mean you were always hot - but this makes you look super hot!” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, though you had to admit, it made you feel so much better.

Karamatsu

“Okay...” you breathed, checking both sides of your head in the mirror, “Looks about right.” You felt tremendously good about this. Almost like a weight was off you. The apprehension you felt in your chest was from whether or not Karamatsu would feel the same. You tie your hair back for the moment, still deciding what you want to do with the rest of your locks. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to quickly grab a drink, “Ah, my heart, I was hoping to catch you, I-” he blinks at he stops to take in your appearance; his stare beelining for your new haircut. His eyes become a bit too much for you and you snap your own shut, stumbling on an apology for not telling him what your plans were, but he shushes you with a quiet gentleness. “Can I touch it?” asks your boyfriend. You peek open your eyes and give him a slight nod. His fingertips connect with your jaw, sliding up your cheek and carefully graze over the freshly buzzed area. His sigh is soft, and when you open your eyes his face spells out a look of sheer adoration. You feel his thumb stroke just behind your ear before he delicately croons, “You look wonderful, my love.”

Choromatsu

You had to keep telling yourself it would be fine. He’d understand right? It’s just hair! It’ll grow back! Oh god, what if he hates it? The nervous chatter in your mind had you digging your nails into your leg. Choromatsu would be home any moment now and you had made quite the impulse decision with the way you’d cleanly shaved the hair off of the side of your head. However, you didn’t expect to love it the way you did. Yet...you couldn’t deny how much it worried you what your significant other would think. Choromatsu ran it pretty straight laced - and impulse decisions got him bullied by his brothers often. Would he truly dislike what you’ve done? Snapping you out of your thoughts, the lock turned, one green plaid matsu shuffling himself into your shared home. “Ah, the line at the store was long, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting!” When he saw, your appearance had him stunned. The bags in his hands fell with a heavy thud. A response that made sadness start to rise in your belly. To your surprise, he hollered your name with a high pitch keen - suddenly on his knees in front of you. Hearts swirled in his eyes, his hands clasped in lovesick delight. “So cute! So cute! So cuuuuute!” he screamed, wiggling in boyish admiration. It finally hit you that he was fawning over you - clearly being quite the fan of your new look.

Ichimatsu

There was pride on your face after the first few swipes. It was something completely different for you, but something you've been wanting to try for a while now. You were right to do so too, it felt great to have the sides of your head on the lighter side. The buzz of the clipper hid the sounds of feet that had made their way inside the house. You blew on the appliance, loosening a few stuck on hairs before flipping your stance to start on the other side. "Ha...? You didn't tell me you were changing your hair," came a tired voice. The yelp you let out was indicative of how easily he snuck up you. Ichimatsu leaned on the doorframe, his eyes wandering over the side of your head that was untouched, and the side that was already long gone. Drifting downward, he took in the lost tendrils of hair on the ground, separated from you. You bit your lip in apprehension, did he not like it?He hummed to himself, approaching you slowly. His fingers gently took the end of a lock of hair that sat on your shoulder, twirling it in his fingers. A small smile crossed his lips, "It looks good...think you could do mine when you're done?" The feeling of your heart soaring was indescribable.

Jyushimatsu

"Helloooooo in there!" came a sudden shout at the bathroom door. You heart was sent into your throat, you hadn't expected your boyfriend home so soon. The soft buzzing at your head had only completed half of your task at hand. "J-Jyushi! I'll be out in a minute!" you called back. He jovially replied with a quick affirmative and bounced away from the door. A sigh escaped you, and you carefully went back to work - making sure both sides were even. It took a few more moments before you were completely satisfied, and a few minutes after to clean up the remnants.

When you opened the door you were met with a wide smile and two very curious eyes. Jyushimatsu tilted his head, giving you a good once over before exclaiming, "Oh!" With his curiosity building, the yellow matsu bounced around you, his sounds of "Oh!" "Ohhh!" "Oooooooh!" chiming away. His arms shot up, sleeves moving in a wavelike pattern, "I LIKE IT!" You smiled instantly, "You do, Jyushi?! Does it look okay?" He nodded furiously at your question, "I like it a lot! Good for wind resistance!" It was your turn to shake your head, "Jyushi..." He laughs softly, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I really do it like it though!" The warmth in the way he beamed at you reassured you he was being nothing but genuine.

Todomatsu

If there's anything you felt you'd made a great decision on, it was this. With some bravery and a really good buzzer, you finally managed to shave the side of your head. You took a good long look at the lost hair on the ground, nodding as you mentally doubled down with how pleased you were. Your boyfriend was waiting in the living room idly scrolling on his phone. Initially you told you were just going to the bathroom before you would sit down and catch up on your shows together, but this was actually your plan. He heard you step out of the bathroom, "Finallyyy" whined Todomatsu, "I thought you'd never get out of..." You had swept what length of your hair remained to one side, the neat shave of the buzzed side out on display. Todomatsu's expressions started at shock, slipped into an open mouthed grin, and ended with a delighted smirk. "Wowwww" he purred playfully, "The edgy look suits you perfectly, gorgeous." You flushed at his words, "Todomatsu..." He sat up, his laugh light at heart, "I'm serious! You look really good like that. Did you do that by yourself?" He was impressed when you said yes, leaning in close to inspect your work. His nod was one of approval, "And here I thought you couldn't get any cuter." "Todomatsu!" "Ow! Don't smack my arm!"

The both of you would talk about the possibility of giving him an undercut after that.

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Not The Same Little Kid PT.3 -Carl Grimes x Reader

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Prompt: Nothing was just feeling it 🤣

Warning: Slight smutty I guess but I’d just say heavy make out, flirty thoughts and foul language 😅 cos it’s me obvs

P.S. My old beta and I are still friends, however she is currently in universaty and also working so I unfortunately can not have her using her only spare time on correcting my shitty spelling and ability to remember commas so excuse the spelling errors etc.😅

Enjoy!!!

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Previously on Not the same little kid...

“ Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?” Carl asked, his voice sounded so confident you were actually a little shocked.

“Are you asking me on a date Carl Grimes?” You giggled nervously. Should you say yes? Maybe you should ask Rick for permission? Was that a thing? What the hell could you say? There were too many questions in your head you had no idea what to do.

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“Can you give me like two minutes!? Okay! stay right there.” You almost slapped your own forehead. Jesus what were you thinking? Go to Ricks room at 10pm and possibly wake him up to ask if you could go on a date with his son? But yet that was the only option.

Carl stared at you with a wide eye but nodded for you to go. You smiled sweetly at him before literally running, you flew up the stairs, straight down the hall to Ricks door and knocked on it with slight urgency. He was going to kick you out.

“Y/N what’s up?” Rick asked shocked to see you outside his door.

“Oh my god I woke you up I’m sorry!” You mumbled quietly, you felt your face getting hot.

“No I wasn’t sleeping yet it’s fine. Come in, is anything wrong?” Rick asked with concern as he put a comforting hand on your shoulder. As soon as he dragged you into the room Michonne, put her book down stood up in concern.

“N-No nothings wrong but well…C-Carl just a-asked me out and I-” You started but as soon as left your mouth Rick was on your side. It was sweet but unnecessary.

“Did he make you feel uncomfortable I can talk to him if yo-”

“No! I wanted to k-know if I was okay to say y-yes?” You stuttered, your face growing more hot by the second. God this was mortifying.

“O-Oh! Sorry Y/N. I appreciate you coming to me it shows you respect me, however you didn’t have to. Carl’s an adult and what you and he have is between you too. All I ask is don’t hurt him.” He finished his sentence with a fathers plea and you looked at him seriously.

“I would never.” You gave him a nod before jumping in your spot.

“Oh shut I left Carl waiting in the kitchen! Gotta go love you guys!” You shouted as you exited their bedroom hearing them chuckle as you did.

You ran down the stairs, flying into the kitchen scaring Carl slightly. He looked at you with a serious face but you could see his mouth twitching behind his glass like was trying to not laugh at you.

“Y-Yes I would like go have dinner with you.” You wheezed as you tried to catch your breath.

“Okay. I’ll swing by your room at 7 to get you.” Carl muttered happily as he finished his drink and put his glass down in the sink.

He walked towards you and stopped by the side of you. He lent down, pressing his lips to you temple. You breath got stuck in your throat for a second, almost like you’d forgotten how to breathe. His lips felt so gentle and soft you couldn’t believe how much something so small effected you like this.

“Goodnight beautiful.” He muttered into you hair before leaving you stood there. You couldn’t move you were scared your legs would give out. He was a man sweeter than sugar, a man that is more loyal than most and also has a side to him that no one knows about. You wanted to know that side of him.

You eventually dragged yourself upstairs with a fluttering stomach and a racing heart as you thought about your date tomorrow. You got to your bedroom and just collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. You honestly thought you wouldn’t sleep for the night, because of everything on your mind but for some reason you drifted off quite quickly as you thought about the kiss he’d placed on your head so sweetly.

When you woke up you were shocked you’d slept so long. 9am wasn’t too late but for you it was. You sat up before looking outside to see it was sunny again. You decided since you’d be inside the gates all day you’d wear something a little more revealing.

You grabbed your camo sports bra that had a cris cross of elastic across your ribcage, your black denim high waist short shorts and your long black cardigan incase there was a breeze.

You put some socks on before putting on your black rose embodied, leather doc martins.

You loosely curled your hair before putting it into a messy ponytail after that you did your make up, doing a decent sized wing on your eyelid and then paring it with a blood red lipstick, even filling in your eyebrows slight so they stand out more.

You popped on your aviators on before strolling out your room straight down the stairs to the kitchen. As usual a few people were at the table. Rick was sat drinking coffee while reading over some documents, Michonne was helping Judith with her food, Daryl was no where to be seen so you figured he must’ve still been at his house. You noticed Carl wasn’t here.

You poured yourself a coffee before moving to grab a bowl of oatmeal. You sat down and started eating your food, giving Rick a shy smile which he returned softly. You made light conversation with Michonne as she started eating her food.

You finished your breakfast slowly and by the time you finished Daryl had finally made his way round to the house. You teased him about his frequency here again as you went to wash you bowl, knocking your hip to his nudging him out the way.

He huffed at you but nudged you back making your cardigan fall down you shoulder. You huffed slightly at this, you like baggy cardigans but they could be annoying when they fall off your shoulder all the time. Usually you just left it if it ended up like that.

You spun round when you heard Carl’s voice saying morning. You looked at him with a shy smile but his smile sunk when he looked at your outfit, his eye widening comically.

“Hey darlin’ you loose something?” He asked as his lip started twitching up.

“No why?” You asked with a frown.

“The rest of your pants.” Carl snorted at he let his eye roam all over your bare legs.

“Very funny Grimes.” You rolled your eyes and pulled up your cardigan shoulder up.

“I’m just joking.” He chuckled as he passed by you, his hand touching your lower back discreetly as he grabbed a clean bowl off the draining are. You leaned into his side slightly with a smile as I finished washing my bowl. Your eyes flicked to his shyly earning a beautiful smile from him.

“Mornin’.” He whispered sweetly as his hand moved from your back, much to your dislike.

“Morning.” You giggled quietly as you placed your bowl in the draining area.

He brushed his hand against yours before walking off with a smile that he was trying to hide, but failing miserably. Not that it mattered to you, you thought it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen, even if the sound of Rick snorting softly across the room made you blush knowing people had noticed you two flirting.

You spent the day looking after Judith who was as always an angel. By 6pm you were getting worried Michonne wouldn’t get back in time for you to get ready so you decided to have Judith help you as something fun for you both to do. Thankfully you knew she was safe because she was working inside the walls today so it must just be because of business she’s probably be dealing with.

You let Judith waddle around looking through your clothes as you sat in the bed with a smile. Honestly you didn’t think you’d ever see a baby again until Judith showed up. You’d seen her grow so much over two years.

“This!” Judith squeaked pulling out a satin slip on style dress. You laughed but nodded at her choice. After that you picked your shoes, deciding on your black pointed ballet style flats. Once you’d gotten dressed Judith started cheering.

You just touched up you makeup from earlier and let down your hair, running you hand through you curls and you were done. You walked with Judith to her room and helped her get into her pyjamas.

“Right bedtime little miss.” You giggled as you finished brushing her curls through gently.

She got into her small bed with a smile as you sat in the edge. She grabbed your hand before asking you to tell her a story. You gave her a nod and picked one of her books up.

You started reading, changing your voices for different characters, acting shocked when something happened she giggled and poured and by the end of it she was fast asleep. You chuckled quietly before putting the book down and tucking her in.

You went to creep out her bedroom but when you did you saw Carl leaning against the door with an unfamiliar look in his eye. You put your index finger to your lips before sneaking out at dragging him with you.

“Hi.” You giggled as you let go of his hand.

“Hi.” He laughed breathlessly as he looked you up and down.

“You ready to go?” He asked as you both hovered at the top of the stairs. You figured his dad must be home for Judith so you nodded slowly.

“Mhmm where are we going?” You asked with a grin.

“To the gazebo.” He answered before holding out his hand.

You looked down at it with a blush but you put your hand in his and laced your fingers together. He led you down the stairs and straight out the front door. He didn’t say anything just occasionally looked at you with the sweetest little smile or squeeze your hand softly to let you know he’s there.

You arrived at the gazebo and let out a chuckle as you observed everything in front of you. There we candles all around the gazebo, a large picnic basket on a blanket and two glasses sat next to the basket. You smiled at him with admiration before he dragged you over to the sweet date he’d set up.

“I hope I did okay this is my first time doing something like this.” Carl laughed awkwardly as he sat down on the blanket letting go of your hand as he did.

“It’s perfect.” You whispered sweetly as you sat at the other side of the basket.

He gave you a satisfied nod before he took out the food from the basket. You smiled at his cute shy movements realising he must be nervous as he almost dropped the wine from the basket. You grabbed his hand suddenly making him look at you with an innocent wide eye.

“You don’t have to be nervous I’m here because I want to try with you baby.” You muttered softly as you caressed the back of his hand. He looked at you in shock because of the pet name you just used.

“I’m not shaking because I’m nervous. I’m shaking because you look gorgeous and I’m trying to stop myself from kissing you Darlin’.” He chuckled as he reached over and brushed his fingers across your cheek. You flushed softly but you took the initiative and leaned forward, holding his hand to you cheek.

Your lips met his softly in a brief kiss but when you felt your stomach clench and your heart start racing you let out a gasp that sounded a little like a whimper. The basket was moved and Carl pulled you to his side as he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You gave him access, your hands could only clutch to his shirt as you let him take control.

His lips were surprisingly soft but that wasn’t what made this kiss different from any kiss you’d ever had. His lips felt like they were made for you. Everything just felt right. This wasn’t how you expected your first kiss with Carl, it was better.

Finally he broke away, both your cheeks were flushed but he had a happily smile on his face. You’d smile but you were too busy looking at him like he was the most desirable man in this world. You lips were parted slightly as you stared into his eye. God you wanted to jump him but you held back.

“Yep don’t do that again.” You muttered shyly as you moved back a little.

“Was it bad?” Carl suddenly asked the smile vanishing from his face.

“You wouldn’t be asking that if you knew what I know.” You mumbled to yourself , clenching you thoughts together but Carl must’ve heard you or at least seen you clench your thighs because he moved closer to you and cupped your face making you look at him before leaning in again. You thought he was coming to kiss you but when is lips hovered over your lips he spoke.

“If I knew what baby?” He whispered, his voice was deeper than a minute ago sending a shiver through you entire body straight to your panties.

“Shit…” You whimpered against his lips before you were on him.

You don’t even know how it happened but you climbed onto him you lips ravishingly his and if you thought you couldn’t be any more desperate he let out a sweet little moan and you were gone. You hands were in his hair, your tongue battling his as his hands gripped onto your hips roughly. You ground against his very stiff member earning a groan from Carl but he pulled back to try and talk.

“I never thought I’d say this but we…kiss…need…kiss…to….kiss…stop.” You pulled back despite wanting to just kiss him and quickly climbed off him with an awkward nod.

“S-Sorry.” You felt easy now and you didn’t want him to see you that way. Your face was flushed from embarrassment but you tried to hide it worth your hair.

“Don’t apologise darlin’. I only stopped you because were in the street and I’m trying to control myself.” He chuckled softly, gripping your chin and lifting your head to look at him.

“I’m not sorry.” He whispered before kissing you again but with a little more restraint with made you smile.

“Okay so what’s for food?” You giggled as you pulled away from his lips. He laughed in response and gave you a nod.

Everything went smoothly for the rest of the date. You both spoke about things that happened before and after the outbreak just anything. It felt like you could do this for hours with him you’d never felt this comfortable yet turned on by a guy before.

Of course you’ve had male friends you could take to like this but that was friends with Carl it was different because every touch he brushed across your skin sent chills down your spine.

He stood up after packing the basket and held out his hand for you to take, which you did happily standing up. When you’d completely stood up instead of letting go of your hand he laced your finger together before he started walking silently with a smile.

You smiled to yourself before wrapping your other arm around the arm that was attached to you. Cuddling into his arm as you walked as you approached the house you saw Daryl smoking outside and Carl went to let go of your hand but you held onto him

He looked down at you with a shocked face before it turned into a grin as he leant down and placed a sweet chaste kiss on your lips before pulling away. You gave him a girlish giggle before you continued walking towards Daryl.

“Hello love birds.” Daryl snorted smugly as he casual took a drag of his cigarette.

“Goodbye ol’ man.” You huffed sassily flipping you hair over your shoulder as you dragged Carl into the house.

You heard Daryl grumbling as you shut the door but you turned to Carl with a playful smile and he just shook his head at you. You shrugged your shoulders before letting go of his hand.

“You love to wind him up, don’t you?” Carl laughed as he pulled you by your dress towards him.

“He’s grumpy it’s too easy.” You snickered and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you stared up at him mischievously.

“Hmm let’s get your tipsy ass to bed baby.” He chuckled as he started removing your arms from him before spinning you round slowly and pushing you towards the stairs.

“Already?” You pouted as you started walking up the stairs, Carl following you closely behind.

“Yep it’s late and your tipsy.” Carl laughed quietly as he grabbed you by the hips towards your door. You felt like a teenager because every ounce of you wanted to try an make a run for Carl’s room but you decided against it.

You leant your back against your bedroom door as you shot Carl a flirty smile which earned you an amused chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his neck again swinging from side to side playfully.

“I enjoyed tonight.” You giggled softly, as you looked into his bright blue eye.

“As did I Miss Y/L/N.” Carl answered exaggerating his southern accent before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours firmly before pulling back slowly looking down at you with a lust filled look before pinning you against the door.

“Oh Mr Grimes what if someone sees?” You gasped jokingly before bringing him down for a more passionate kiss. His right arm came down resting his forearm against the door above your head and his other hand was thread through your hair.

You clung to his neck even as he let you go staring down at you. If this wasn’t the hottest goodnight kiss ever you didn’t know what was. Your only thought was ‘How does someone younger than you make you feel like you’re the younger one?’

“So how does this dating thing work anyway? Cos’ kids are a little different they just approach a girl and ask them to be your girlfriend and that’s it, but with adults we date and then keep doing so but when does it become a I’m yours and your mine situation?” Carl grumbled and it reminded you of Daryl a little which made you laugh before nodding to him.

“Well I’d like to class this as a relationship since I don’t wanna share you with Enid.” You grumbled remembering they dated for a while.

“Jealous?” He chuckled as he dropped a kiss on your head casually.

“Territorial.” You huffed childishly before spinning you both so he was now pinned against the door.

“I want to be your girlfriend.” You whispered as you pushed up on your toes so you were face to face.

“Well then what kind of man would I be if I decline a lady of her wishes.” He whispered back before kissing you again. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of him kissing you. Before you could deepen the kiss Carl pulled away abs pushed you back so he could turn you back around.

“Bed time darlin’.” He laughed as he opened your bedroom door and pushed you in softly.

“Fine but now your my boyfriend can’t I sleep in your room.” You sassed back as you tried to walk back out your room.

“Hmm you are gonna get me in trouble my little siren. No you are not sleeping in my room tonight because I will not keep my hands to myself and my dad is down the hall.” Carl snorted before pushing you gently backs into the bedroom.

“Aww no fun!” You pouted jokingly before giving him a smile.

“I’m kidding baby your right I wouldn’t be able to help myself either.” You said rather seductively.

“Mmm wow yeah you’re gonna be the death of me baby girl.” He probably didn’t even mean to use the name but before you could think about you reaction you let out a little needy moan.

Carl’s eyes shot to you so fast your surprised he didn’t get dizzy. The look he gave you wasn’t a look you’d ever seen on him but it’s one your recognised. You were so turned on, if you were wearing jeans your not sure if it would’ve soaked through your underwear and jeans or not, thankfully you are wearing a dress.

You knew that nickname was a turn on in your teens but you out grew it. Because whenever Will called you it you’d cringe but as soon as Carl said it you were dripping.

“I’m gonna go to my room before I do something I shouldn’t.” Carl groaned as he clutched your door frame to restrain himself. You just nodded your head as he closed your bedroom door.

You we’re screwed in the magnificent way.

Part 2 <- -> Part 4

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