#i’m really just exposing myself with these tags huh

[fairlyang]

Easy money I 🕷️

in which your roomie needs your help for a shoot

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. tension, recording, groping, fingering, squirting

notes: all my readers loved this series and might’ve been peer pressured for a part 3 but I’m kinda excited to write it :D gonna post this rn and maybe part 2 tmrw, finish up all my part 3’s soon hopefully

part two — part three

I heard a knock on my door so I lowered my music from my airpods. "Come in!" I yell and turn to look at my laptop.

I hear the door open and Miguel clears his throat, I turn around to look at him and raise an eyebrow, "what's up?"

"I need something from you...." He says and takes a step inside.

"Like what?" I ask and he takes another step forward.

"You're gonna have to hear me out alright?" He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay..." I say and take my airpods off leaving them on my desk before turning back to look at him, giving him my full attention.

"I need you to step in for tonight's shoot..." he says and I burst out laughing.

"Are you fucking joking?" I say and shake my head. Is this man serious?

"I need your help Y/n..." he says nearing the edge of my bed and I groan.

"Why me?"

"The girl I was gonna shoot with canceled on me last minute and all the girls I usually shoot with are unavailable." He explains and I blink.

"Andddd you are already here...." He adds and i scoff.

"Not really sure I'd wanna expose myself like that Miguel." I say and stand up, walking over to my bed and plop down on it.

He sighs and sits on the edge of it and looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please? For me?"

"And the camera would hide your face, so unless you have any noticeable tattoos on your lower body then I think you'd be in the clear." He says and I bite my lip. Well there lies the problem...

I blink looking at him in silence making him scoff as he widens his eyes slightly then his lips tug into a smirk. "Where do you have it?" he asks and I feel my face heat up.

"Uh that one spot that's like lower, inner hip..." I say quietly and turn my gaze to my window.

There was really no reason for me to be acting like this- but that tattoo wasn't exactly somewhere that most people in my life know.... So maybe... just maybe...

"No face?" I ask and he nods.

"You know I don't even show my face-" he says with a small smile.

"I know but I don't know if it's different for the girls you record with." I say and shrug.

"It depends on them mainly, I'm not gonna force anyone I work with to show their face if they don't want to." He says softly and I nod slowly.

"And you wanna do this like right now?" I ask and he nods again.

"Jesus-" I mutter and run a hand over my hair.

"Up to you but you know I have a lot of loyal subscribers and make decent money off this..." he says and I chuckle.

"Because the girls love your voice and body." I say and he smirks making me regret my choice of words. And queue to him being obnoxious about it...

"I-"

"Think so huh?" he teases in a cocky tone making me groan.

"Fuck off." I say and grab a random stuffed animal from my bed and throw it at his face.

He laughs and holds it, it was so small compared to his hands. Oh god-

I mean of fucking course I've noticed how fine he is- it was the first thing I noticed when I was interviewing people to be my roommate, he was the hottest man that came in needing a place to stay.

I didn't just decide on him because he was hot but because he seemed chill and not like someone that would murder me in my sleep.

But I never made a move on him, neither did he. We've just always had some type of tension that neither of us ever paid attention to... I guess until now..

"So what exactly did you plan to shoot?" I ask and let out a sigh.

He grins and scoots closer now sitting by my legs as they were stretched out. "I was thinking fingering."

I nod and bite my lip, "hmm.."

"Up to you I won't force you but just think of the fact that you'd be getting paid to get fingered." He says and I snicker.

Sounds like easy money...

And I'd get an orgasm out of it...

"50% of whatever the video makes will go to you." He says and I bite my lip.

"You're really laying it on thick there Miguel... you that desperate?" I tease and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Yeah actually, so just let me know within the next hour before I just decide to do a solo vid." He says and stands up.

I sigh and nod, "I'll... think about it...." He smirks and gives me a wink before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him.

I sigh and lay down on my bed, should I?

I mean there's no denying the fact that I always listen in when he has someone over to record... or even checked out a few of his videos on pornhub...

maybe even possibly masturbated to a few of his audios... or the ones where he fucks himself with a fleshlight...

Letting out those incredible moans for everyone's very own pleasure, how selfless.

But he wanted to record for onlyfans which was for the ones who specifically pay to view his content, which apparently was a lot and the thought alone was a little nerve wrecking.

What if someone I've been with before recognized my tattoo and tells people I know? I'd be fucking done for and I'd just die on the spot of pure embarrassment.

But the money- how could I say no to that kind of money? Especially when seeing the views just his previews on pornhub get-

I'd be so fucking stupid to pass this opportunity...

Fuck it.

I get up from my bed and walk to my door quickly opening it before stepping out onto the hallway. I then do the walk of shame and walk to Miguel's room.

I made my mind up a little too fast god I'm not gonna hear the end of this from him-

I step in front of his door and knock twice before hearing a laugh. I groan and cross my arms across my chest, patiently waiting for him.

He opens the door with a wide smile but before I could even say a word my eyes trailed down his chest then to his abdomen. A small happy trail going down caught my eye as a pair of grey sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly.

God he looked so good...

Wait- how the fuck did he change so fast?

"Did you just assume I was going to say yes?" I ask, quickly looking up at him.

He shrugs and opens his door wide, motioning for me to step inside. I roll my eyes but walk in nonetheless, seeing that he was indeed very desperate for this. And apparently eager.

"I knew it'd be something hard for you to say no to." He says and shrugs, closing the door behind him.

"And I had an idea for more anonymity..." he says and walks past me.

He walks over to his desk and picks up two masks, robber masks. "We could put these on." He says and throws me a pink one.

I catch it and look down at it, cute.

"Just casually had these huh?" I mutter and play with it between my fingertips.

It only had three holes, obviously for the eyes and mouth. It honestly didn't shock me too much that he had these especially considering he didn't make content showing his face at all.

"Alright ready?"

"Where are we doing this? Should I change? Should I put makeup on-"

"Calm down-" he says and laughs, shaking his head at my sudden worries.

"We're doing this in my bathroom, I already set the camera and lights up." He explains and I nod.

"As for your clothes if you want I can give you one of my shirts and you can just leave your panties on." He says looking me up and down.

I wearing a SZA shirt with Cookie Monster pajama pants.... Yeah I definitely could've changed but maybe got a tiny bit excited..

He walked over to his dresser and picked the first one of top and then tossed it over to me. I caught it and unfold it to reveal a Nirvana tee. I shrug and walk over to his bathroom with him right on my tail.

I walk in then stop and quickly turn around to point a finger at him, "you're waiting- you can wait a few more minutes there O'Hara." He chuckles and backs up letting me close the door.

I quickly take off my tee shirt and put the one he gave me on. I leave my shirt on the sink then I slip out of my pj pants and realize it wasn't a big deal if he watched because he was going to see it all right now anyway.....

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath, I was really going to do this.... We were really going to do this...

I then take notice of the ring light and tripod that were right in front me. This was getting so real so fast and it was making me more nervous than I expected.

I breathe in then breathe out. I do it a couple more times and feel some nerves leave my body but some still lingering around.

I turn around and walk towards the door, I open it wide and Miguel stands up from his bed and walks over. "Finally." He teased and I chuckle.

"My bad." I mutter, turning back around and walk to the sink, leaning against it as Miguel walks in.

"You're good, don't worry it'll be fine." He reassured and gives me a small smile.

He walks over to his tripod and sets his phone on it and goes to the camera. He turns to me and motions for me to stand in front of the camera. I nod and do so, leaning against the seat with my nerves growing every second.

"Alright we're gonna start, if you need me to stop at any given moment just tap my thigh or anywhere twice okay?" He says and I nod.

"Audibly please?" He says and I chuckle.

"Yes I understand."

"Okay good." He says and throws me the pink robber mask.

I move all my hair to my back then slip it on. I fix the holes to align to my mouth and eyes then see Miguel doing the same. "This'll be fun." He mutters with a slight smirk on his face then he presses the button to record.

He walks over to me and gently puts his hands on my cheeks then leans in. I lean up and he leans down removing the last amount of space between us and crashes his lips onto mine. I kiss back and put a hand to his jaw and the other on his neck.

I then feel his hands slide down my body, at first staying at my waist, gripping my skin softly through the shirt until his hands go lower and his fingertips are playing with the hem of his shirt, near my ass.

He slid his tongue in my mouth and continues toying w his shirt, bringing it up slowly as our tongues fight for dominance but I stood no chance. Suddenly I feel a hard smack against my ass making me moan in his mouth.

He smiles and pulls away just to go down and start leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck. I sigh and tilt my head to the side as he slightly moves the mask to leave a mark where he wanted. He sucked on my skin then licked it softly before leaving a kiss on it.

I smile and grab his head, making sure he stayed in place as he kept playing with the skirt. He pulls away again and this time bringing the hem of the shirt up, slowly. He turns me around slowly so my behind is what the camera will see and lifts the shirt completely over my ass.

Another smack.

Then to the other cheek.

Another smack on each one, definitely already making them red and it seemed like he wanted to keep going because of the noises that were leaving his mouth. Such delicious groans.

He keeps pulling it up, exposing my entire bare back to the camera but my tits to him. He quickly brings it up and over my head, throwing it on the floor then quickly cups my tits and squeezes.

I gasp when he pinches both nipples then quickly turns me around so my ass was on his already hard bulge. His hands continue squeezing and I felt purely at bliss, heaven on earth even.

I lay my head back against his chest which makes him lean down and leave a kiss on my neck then suck gently on the skin as his hands continued kneading my tits.

His right hand then lets go of my boob and slowly trails down my stomach, as if easing me in, making me feel comfortable first. I grab on to his left arm and try to stand still, I already felt like I was going to go crazy and maybe fall over.

My fucking roommate was doing this- and he had such a good hand for these things so this was gonna be perfect.

His hand goes between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy through my panties. I spread my legs to help him out when he starts rubbing circles on my clit. I moan and buck my hips forward, already wanting more.

And he gives me just that, he starts going faster and I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric of my little panties. "Miguel-"

He hums then rubs along my slit, my arousal already able to soak his fingers. How embarrassing.

He then removed his fingers making me whine until he pulls my panties down and lets them slide off my legs. I step out of them and kick them farther out, out of shot.

I spread my legs again and he doesn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing my clit again, not caring to ease me in anymore. He moans into my ear and dips his fingers on to my folds, my wetness enveloping them as he teases my hole making me grip harder onto his arm.

He moved that arm to grip on to my waist while I still held on to it for dear life. I couldn't trust myself to stand I knew I'd just end up falling and he was a big boy, he could handle me.

He then slid a finger in, slow at first until he slammed it in without warning. I gasped and clung on to his arm. He then started pumping in and out, deep and slow.

He started going faster, hitting deeper now until he fully stopped and added a second finger in. He started moving again, going faster and harder, making me a moaning mess as I looked down to watch in awe.

"Look how easy you're taking me baby." He murmurs in my ear and I couldn't help the whimper that came out of me.

"Feels so good-" I moan and he hums, pumping them even faster.

I felt myself clench against his fingers and listen to how fucking soaked I am, he barely even touched me..

"Rub your clit for me." He whispers and I nod, immediately bringing my right hand down to rub my clit in fast circles.

I moan out for him and he coos dirty little nothings into my ear as he starts curling his fingers up and hitting that sweet spot every time.

I was starting to feel my orgasm creep in already which had me shocked but then realized who was the one doing this to me...

"Fuck- Miguel-" I moan and lay my head back against him, he leans down to kiss my cheek oh so sweetly.

He then brings his open hand and starts pinching my left nipple, I felt my legs shake as he continued and I was slowly down because I was feeling so fucking close.

"Don't stop baby, be a good girl and keep rubbing that clit until you cum for me sweet girl." He murmurs and I whimper, clenching against his fingers as I rub my clit faster feeling that knot in my stomach about to burst.

"Miguel please- so cl-"

I dig my nails into his arms making him groan but he didn't say to stop. I felt my eyes growing hazier by the second and my thighs were trembling more and more by the second.

Suddenly I see white, I cry out and feel my climax crash and take over my body. I closed my eyes and almost fell to my knees, had Miguel strong arm not held me. My legs were trembling and Miguel's fingers were still inside, slowly fucking me through my orgasm.

I held onto him for dear life and start to calm my breathing down as I open my eyes, then quickly widening in pure shock, I had squirted all over the place.

I gasp and move my hand away from my clit, I stood silent, still in Miguel's arms in pure embarrassment. Squirting always felt so embarrassing, especially now because I didn't even mean to-

"That was probably the most perfect shoot I've done thus far." Miguel says making me scoff.

"I'm being so serious." He says finally taking his fingers out of me slowly and brings it up to his lips.

I tilt my head and look up, watching as he sucks on his fingers covered in my juices. Holy fuck.

I blink watching him as if in a trance, then he looks me directly in my eyes making me subconsciously squeeze my thighs together.

He takes them out with a plop and gives me a wide grin, "sorry but we have to do that again in the future...."

I laugh and look down embarrassed, I shrug and straighten up, "I guess we'll have to see if the people liked it..."

"I'm sure they will." He says and laughs.

"Let's get ya cleaned up then maybe we can watch a movie, if you'd like." He suggests and I look up at him and nod.

"That'd be perfect."

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[zumistew]

holding their hand

Tokyo revengers boys holding your hand for the first time Pt.2

Includes: Kakucho, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

tags: fluff, flirting, confession, protectiveness??

A/N: I didn’t expect my first story to get many likes so thank you for everyone who interacted ♡♡♡

Kakucho

Kakucho is always kind to you constantly providing you with nice gestures, so when he invited you to get some coffee you didn’t think anything of it.

Since it was nearing Valentine’s Day, the coffee shop had a discount for couples. Kakucho asked if you wanted to put on an act for some discounted food, and of course you agreed because who doesn’t like free food.

The waiter came to the table complementing you with a smile “your girlfriend is extremely beautiful.” “I know she is” he says with a sweet yet cocky smile on his face. You decide to ignore it telling the waiter thankyou and flashing Kakucho a smile because maybe it was just to keep the act up.

After paying the check Kakucho gets up from his side of the booth walking over to your side holding his hand out, you take his hand as he helps you out the booth. “Wow your really putting your all into this act” You say as yall walk out of the shop hand in hand. “It’s not an act stupid” he responds with a slight smile as he opens the shop door for you to exit. “What” you respond as you exit the shop. “I said it’s not an act Y/N” he says before he grabs you by the waist to move you to the side of the sidewalk opposite from the cars.

Hanma

Hanma was a wild card and everyone knew it. He was constantly taunting you and mocking you any chance he got. It was so much to the point that you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking.

Although he was crazy you could see he had a heart making himself vulnerable sometimes, you don’t even think he was aware when he was even exposing his true self sometimes.

As you two were walking you end up tripping over your shoes causing you to stumble. “Next time I’ll push you down myself” he say’s chuckling as he looks down at you. “If you push me you’ll regret it…trust me” you say jokingly knowing in the event that he actually pushed you that you would be defenseless.

He shoves you jokingly “now do something” he says smiling.

As you go to shove him back he grabs your wrist while smiling down at you. “Your weak” he says laughing as you give him a slight pout. “You’re not as funny as you think you are” you say with furrowed brows. “You know you enjoy my antics” he says moving his grip down from your wrist to your hand relaxing it in the middle of the two of y’all. “I don’t” you reply monotone but it was obvious you weren’t mad.

Ran

Ran was a lady’s man nobody could deny that. So you never took it seriously whenever he tried to flirt or compliment you.

But this time you were a little unsure. Here he was giving you a bag with a gift. “Open it” he says nonchalantly holding it out for you to grab. “Huh, what’s this?” you ask grabbing it from him taking out the crinkle paper inside. “Thought of you when I saw it” he says with a small smile as his low eyes look down at you with anticipation for your reaction.

You pull out a pearl necklace and a bracelet with the initial “R” dangling from it. “It’s very pretty” you say staring at it with admiration “but I think you left a bracelet for someone else in here stupid” you say thinking he was trying to buy gifts for multiple girls at once. “No I didn’t, it’s yours stupid* he says monotone looking at you with slight amusement. “I’m not stupid, my name doesn’t start with R, you messed up” you say smirking thinking you caught him holding the jewelry out for him to grab. “I know your name doesn’t start with R it’s because mine does” he says taking the jewelry, grabbing your wrist clipping the piece of delicate jewelry onto your wrist.

“Why did you get me this…don’t get me wrong I’m appreciative but why” you say looking up at him as he focuses on the jewelry he’s putting on your wrist. “Because you’re mine Y/N and I want everyone to know it” He smiles at you cockily after he finishes putting the jewelry on your wrist. You look at him a little surprised and suspicious. “Do you have an issue with that” he ask smirking down at you. “No…thanks for the jewelry it’s pretty, I like it” you say with a shy smile. “I know…pretty just like you” he says grabbing your hand.

Rindou

Rindou was your boy best friend. You two had the same humor and often laughed a lot with each other. And you two were now walking home from school together.

As you were walking home from school you looked down at your shoes to notice there untied. “Ugh my shoes keep coming untied” you groan starting to bend down. “Stop” he says lightly grabbing your arm lightly pulling you up. “Let me do it” he says smiling at you as he gets down on one knee. “Put your foot up Y/N” he says patting his thigh. “Oh ok” you say putting your foot on his thigh.

He starts focusing on tying your shoe for you. “You know I could tie it myself” you say looking down at him. “I know but I can’t let you tie your own shoes” he says taking your foot off his thigh as he finishes tying it.

You look at him confused as he stands up. “Why?” You ask him confused. “Because that’s not very gentlemanly” he says smirking at you. “If you say so” you shrug as you continue to walk.

He stops walking and you notice, so you turn around to see why he stopped. “You know Y/N, you’d never have to do anything for yourself if you were with me” he say hands in pockets. “Huh? What are you talking about” you say walking towards him.

“I’m saying that you would never have to lift a finger if you were with me” he says smirking grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him to get his point across. “Are you going to take me up on my offer” he say smirking looking over at you as he continues walking still holding your hand.

Part 1 down here ⇩

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Suds (Negan Drabble)

Negan x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: You invite Negan to come shower with you.

CW: implied smut, groping, vague angst, fluff this is really mostly soft

TWD tag list: @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It’s days like this, where Negan is tired and exhausted and just so very drained that you fall in love that much more with him. He puts on that facade all day every day. It only makes sense that eventually, he’s going to burn himself out and when he does, you’re there. Always.

Usually, when he’s like this, he can let you take control and just sit back and relax for you. Whether that be sexually, or just in terms of what the two of you planned to do that night. But tonight none of your usual tactics were working overly efficiently today.

“Come on,” you say, standing up from the sofa and holding your hand out for the man to take. He looks between your hand and your face, arching a brow in interest. You chuckle, and swat at his shoulder. “Maybe later. Come have a shower with me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows and stands, reaching for your sides to tickle you. You shriek and jump out of the way, darting for the bathroom. Negan stretches with a chuckle before retrieving some clean comfortable clothes for the both of you and following in your footsteps.

By the time he emerges in the doorway of the bathroom, you have the water on. It’s practically scalding- just the way you like it. He wrinkles his nose and tosses the clean clothes onto the closed toilet lid. 

“So, let me get this straight,” Negan says, stripping his shirt off over the top of his head. “You’re inviting me to shower with you- but we’re not fucking?” 

You roll your eyes and pull the last of your undergarments off, testing the water temperature before stepping inside. 

“Because looking like that? Damn, babydoll- I’m just not sure if I can keep my hands to myself.” 

Negan pulls his pants down off his legs and groans when the warm water hits his skin when he hops in behind you. It must be instant relief for him after the week he’s had. 

“I’m not saying I’m not interested,” you say, kissing his shoulder as you encourage him to spin around to face away from you. “Just maybe a bit later. We’re both tired, love.” 

Negan hums, not able to fight with you on that. 

You squeeze a dollop of shampoo into your hands and lather it up before asking him to lean down for you. He chuckles but does as he’s asked for once, and you lather the shampoo into his hair. Negan groans as you massage his scalp and wash the oils and dirt away.

When you’re done and he’s washed the shampoo away, he turns around and captures you in a deep kiss. The water washes over you as he pushes you into the wall. Negan crowds into your space, running his hands over your hips, squeezing at your arse and groping at you, causing heat to flare in your gut.

You gasp into the kiss and Negan pulls away, grinning that predatory smile. 

“See, that’s better,” he drawls, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Not so tired after all, huh? Pass me that soap, would you?” 

You reach for the shower gel and hand it to the forbearing man in front of you. Negan pops the lid and squeezes some into his hand. This is one of his favourite things, you’ve noticed. Getting to wash you, soap you up and get you all sudsy like someone in those old magazines that used to hang up in mechanics' offices all over the world. 

He’s surprisingly methodical about it, making sure to get at every exposed bit of your skin. He enjoys washing away the muck and the dirt, leaving you pristine and shiny clean. 

And when he gets to the apex of your thighs and finds himself paying much closer attention to the area than strictly necessary to simply wash you, well, who are you to complain? 

Especially when it leads to having him inside you, as it always does. Negan’s right. 

He just can’t help himself when it comes to you.

#one shot #the walking dead #negan #negan smut #negan smith #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #negans thirst squad #the walking dead fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan #negan x you #negan x y/n #the walking dead fic #jdm fic #jdm fanfiction #fluff #comfort #twd fluff #twd comfort #negan comfort #negan fluff #negan smith fic #negan smith fanfic #negan smith drabble #negan smith imagine #negan imagine #negan fic #negan fanfiction

[undercovergamer]

✨ Sunshine and Giggles ✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

cw: brief moment of arms being held at some point!

Based on a dream I had once where I tickled Gorou :)

For this fic, I rewrote my dream notes and replaced myself with Itto. I also turned it into a more silly and romantic setting. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1994

Today was a special day. Gorou and Itto finally had enough time to spend a whole day together, which they wanted to do for quite a while now. After plenty of planning, they decided to run a few errands together in the name of adventure, before playing games and relaxing near a large tree. I mean, you’re never too old to play tag, right? After running around in the grass for quite a while, they were both pretty tired so they decided to just lie down and look at the clouds.

“Ahh… doesn’t it feel nice to just relax and bask in the sun?” Gorou said, letting out a content sigh as he laid in the grass like a starfish.

“Hmm… you’re right, it feels great! The sun is so warm~ and nice~…” Itto replied, stretching out to relax his muscles.

“Yeah, it’s very relaxing! But… let’s be careful not to get sunburnt.” Gorou said, glancing over at his buddy.

“Eh, we don’t have to worry about that, right? It’s not that hot.” Itto replied, chilling with his hands behind his head.

“Let’s just be careful not to fall asleep. We should probably get some shade soon…” Gorou looked up at the big tree, which wasn’t too far away.

“No problem, it’s too bright out to sleep anyway, haha! At least for me.” Itto chuckled to himself, smiling as usual.

They spent the next few minutes viewing the scenery, feeling the soft breeze blowing through the grass. It felt so nice and relaxing to spend time together like this… but eventually, Itto started to feel a little bored. He looked over at Gorou who was laying next to him, about a meter or two away. Just curious, y’know. But then, the oni suddenly felt a wave of mischief come over him…

“Hey, I’m getting kinda bored… you wanna play some more?” he asked, sitting up with a “subtle” smirk on his face.

“Again..? I’m a bit tired right now…” Gorou replied. He didn’t really feel like running around at the moment. At least not yet.

“Oh, don’t worry! You don’t have to get up for this one… heheheh…” He felt playful seemingly out of nowhere, getting a silly idea to bully the general just a little bit.

“Hm? What do you mean…?” Gorou asked, looking up at him with curiosity.

Itto scooted closer with a mischievous look, giving him a slight poke to his tum, resulting in a surprised jolt as Gorou covered the spot.

“H-Hey!” Gorou’s ears twitched and he became nervous seeing the look on his friend’s face. Itto chuckled and poked him again, resulting in a squeak. “Eek! D-Don’t!”

“Heheheh! Ooh, what’s that? Is someone ticklish?” Itto asked, grinning with mischief. Oh dear…

“Uh… I-… um…” Gorou’s eyes widened, realizing his fate might be sealed. However, before he could make his grand escape, Itto playfully wrestled him down.

“Hehehehe! Imma getcha!” Itto teased, grinning at his newest catch and wiggling his fingers above him.

“W-Wait! Wahait! L-Let’s not get too hasty here! Heh! Uhm-!” Gorou said, nervously looking around and already losing his so-called composure, giggling in advance and wagging his tail.

“Are you ticklish here~?” Itto teased as he started tickling the general’s exposed sides. Wrong day to wear such an outfit, huh?

“EEP! Ahahe! Nohoho!” He immediately burst into a flustered giggling fit, trying to protect his sides while pushing Itto away, which didn’t work.

“Aw! You little liar, you ARE ticklish! That’s so cute~” Itto teased playfully as he gently squeezed his sides and waist, making him arch his back and yelp, laughing louder. His smile was adorable and Itto loved seeing him so silly. He kept his tickles soft and playful so that his little buddy wouldn’t freak out too much.

“Ack-!! Ahahahahahaha!! Stahahap ihihihit!!” Gorou laughed, squirming and bucking his hips, trying to roll away. Gods, what had he gotten himself into?

“Hehe! You’ve gotta let loose every once in a while, y’know! You can’t be serious all the time, right? Even war generals have to laugh~” Itto teased affectionately, switching spots as Gorou rolled to his side, scribbling his nails all over the general’s tummy.

“AAEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His laughter rose an octave and immediately became more hysterical. “NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” He squealed, throwing his head back and frantically kicking his legs, successfully covering his sensitive tummy with his arms. He was more determined to crawl away this time, but Itto pinned him onto his back.

“Aww, who’s a good boy? Hehe! Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto teased, scribbling around randomly at any exposed area he could get as the ticklish general scrambled to protect himself, laughing his adorable little head off. It was obvious Gorou was having tons of fun, because his tail was wagging like crazy. Upon being called a good boy, his face flushed red from embarrassment.

“Ehehahaha! Wahahahait!! Dohohon’t!! Ahahahaha!” Gorou squirmed as Itto tried to move his arms away from his tummy, which earned him a lot of giggly protesting.

“Are you too ticklish? Hm??” Itto said, gently tugging at his arms to drive up the playful tension.

“WahahahAHAIT!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Too late~ Itto lifted the little man’s arms up with ease, holding them above his head with one hand and using the other one to tickle all over his ribs and tum, even adding silly sound effects for extra crit damage.

Gorou was promptly sent into another fit of loud, high pitched laughter, once again frantically kicking his legs and wagging his tail at the speed of sound. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His heels dug into the ground in desparate attempts to escape.

“Tickle tickle~ hehe! You’re so cute!” Itto said, teasingly scribbling around his bellybutton.

“AAEEHEHEHEHehehe!! Plehehehehease!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! Stahahahap ihihihit!!” He pleaded through his adorable laughter.

“Aw~ is someone getting tired? Heheh… what a shame~” Itto teased, stopping his attack and letting go of the lil’ guy, leaving him a giggly, panting mess.

“Ahaha… ehe… hehehe…!” Gorou rolled onto his side and curled up, still wagging his tail as he caught his breath.

“Hahaha! Wasn’t that fun? You’ve got such a cute laugh!” Itto said, petting his head softly.

“Uh- I- eh… d-don’t say that…” Gorou whined, covering his blushing face.

“Why not? It’s true! Didn’t you have fun~?” Itto asked, still petting his head.

After a bit of hesitation, he sighed and admitted, “Y-Yes… I- uh… Th-that was a-actually kinda fun, heh…”

“I knew it! Your tail was wagging the whole time, y’know…” Itto said, chuckling to himself.

Gorou sat up and hugged his tail to keep it still, feeling embarrassed. “N-No it wasn’t!”

“Aww, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Everyone is ticklish, right? It’s normal.” Itto pulled him into a big ol’ hug from the side.

“Huh… I guess you’re right, but…” he looked at the ground, still blushing from embarrassment, but be leaned against Itto anyway, feeling cozy near him and letting his tail wag freely.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far, lil’ guy…?” Itto asked, feeling a little guilty seeing him so nervous like this. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that…

“Ah, uh, I- I’m alright! It’s just… I don’t get… t-tic-… er… p-played with like that very often. I… feel embarrassed about it, that’s all…” Gorou admitted with a slight sigh, his ears dropping down.

“Are you sure? I feel a little mean now that I’ve teased you so much.” Itto just hoped he didn’t remind him of that weird lady with the fox ears… whatever her name was. He could tell Gorou felt nervous.

“Eheh… i-it’s fine, really! Don’t worry, I’m just.. not used to that much playfulness, I guess…” He stuttered, blushing again.

“Hey, didn’t mean to embarrass ya too badly, y’know. D’you wanna talk about it?” Itto asked reassuringly, hoping to ease his worries.

Gorou hesitated for a moment before replying. “It’s just… I’m a strong general of the Watatsumi Army, and yet I-… I’m just-… uh…” He felt embarrassed opening up like this.

“Adorable? Ticklish?” Itto grinned at him.

“Y-Yeah… that. Ugh…” He felt insecure about being so vulnerable, but struggled to express it properly due to that dreadful word…

“Aw, c’mon… it’s perfectly normal to be ticklish! Doesn’t mean you can’t be an awesome general, y’know.” Itto said, smiling at him.

Gorou sighed and said “I know, but… how would anyone take me seriously if they knew? They’ll just see me as an adorable puppy…” His ears dropped down, showing he felt upset.

Itto wasn’t gonna let him feel bad like this. “Nah, you’re so much more than an adorable puppy, haha! Seriously though, give yourself some credit! I mean, you’re a mighty warrior, right? With your speed, strength, and intuition, you’re basically unstoppable!”

“Huh??” Gorou wasn’t expecting such a speech, that’s for sure. Even his ears were surprised!

“I mean it, man! Just cus you’re a cutie doesn’t mean you’re not tough and cool at the same time, y’know. You’re really awesome!” He continued with confidence, giving Gorou a bigger hug than before.

“W-Wow, haha… you… you really think I’m cool?” Hearing that made his heart flutter.

“Dude, of course! I mean, you’ve got a bow on the front line, man! I could never!” Itto chuckled and patted his head. “… you’re still adorable though. Heheheheh!” he had to tease just a wee bit.

“Shut up…” Gorou avoided eye contact, hiding his face in his hands.

“Hahaha! Sorry, I had to… but like, honestly, you being cute actually gives you the upper hand!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well think about it. If an enemy thinks you’re just a cute doggy, they’ll underestimate your true power… and then, BAM! You STRIKE ‘em down!!” Itto made his point clear by playfully, but carefully, pushing Gorou to the ground again, which made him laugh with surprise.

“Hey! Hahahaha!” The pupper squirmed in a playful attempt to escape.

“And besides, it’s not like someone’s gonna tickle ya’ in combat… unless I’M someone!!” Itto said, tickling Gorou again to prove his point. “Mwahahahaha!” he teased.

“AEEEEHAHAHAHA!! Ittohohoho!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” His poor tum got attacked again, making him squeal and squirm.

“Hahahaha! See? That’d be too silly, wouldn’t it?” Itto said, before stopping his attack and helping Gorou sit back up.

“Haha… ha… y-you didn’t have to do that…” Gorou said, catching his breath.

“Hey I’m just tryina help you out! Nobody would DARE to tickle their opponent in a life or death battle, you know.” Itto said, poking his side.

“Eep! Ok, ok! I get it!” Gorou said, giggling and pushing Itto away. “Stop tickling me!”

“Haha! Alright! You’re safe, I won’t tickle ya anymore… honest.” Itto laughed and hugged him with one arm, giving him headpats with his other hand. The two of them resumed their chill, with Gorou wagging his tail.

“Sooo, uh… is it ok if I call you cute and all that?” Itto asked, smiling at him.

Gorou was surprised, but nodded at the question. “Uh... Y-Yeah, I guess… j-just not in public! I’d get so embarrassed…”

Itto hugged him again. “OK! I shall respect your boundaries, cutie. Cus I got UNLIMITED affection for ya’! Hahaha!”

“H-Hey!” Gorou giggled a little bit, hiding his blushing face again.

“You wanna play tag again? Bet it’ll be lots of fun~!” Itto asked, grinning playfully and ruffling Gorou’s hair.

“Hahaha! Sure!” He replied, smiling at the silly oni.

“However! New rule! I’m it, but if I catch you, I tickle you! Hehe!” Itto said, wiggling his fingers towards him.

“Eep! N-No way! Ehehe! Y-You’ll have to catch me first!” He giggled, quickly getting up and dashing away.

“Rawr! I’m the tickle monster!” Itto exclaimed, getting up as well and chasing after him.

“EEK! Nooohoho! Stay back!!”

“Grrrr! Imma getcha~!”

“Hahahahaha!”

It may be rather childish, but their bond grew exponentially that day, with lots of laughter and smiling from both of them as they played around. But oh, if only Gorou was brave enough to tickle him back…

Surely one day… right?

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[iceman-maverick]

Huddling for warmth + "I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities."

“I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities,” Ice says, twirling the phone cord as he waits for the tone to go through. 

He’s a vision in his briefs, sprawled out all sunkissed across Maverick’s baby blue sheets. The sun is just beginning to set, casting the room in a light orange glow- a picture perfect ending to a deliciously relaxing day by the pool. Mav was drawn to this rental mostly because of the price and proximity to Carol's house - the pool was just a bonus that left Ice hellbent on getting as much return on investment as their instructor schedules would permit.

Maverick tries not to think so hard about how sweetly the sheets bring out the color in Ice’s eyes. Tries to forget Carol's gleeful teasing from back when he bought the damn things on a Target run.

Seriously Pete? She had squealed, Look at the tag! They're called Pradise Ice for Heaven's sake.

He pushes her laughter from his mind - or at least he tries to.But then Ice rolls his shoulder, stretches like a sunbathing cat and exposes his neck for all the world to see. Peppered along the tanned skin is a constellation of angry red and purple bite marks, evidence of a night well spent.

Maverick smirks and turns to open his drawers. He’s drenched to the bone, shirt clinging uncomfortably to his chest and making all sorts of strange and off putting squishing sounds as Maverick tries to wrestle himself free. He nearly loses his footing and doesn't even wait for the cackling to start before he raises a middle finger up to Ice who is far too pleased about Maverick's spectacle. 

“I couldn’t let it die,” Maverick whines, putting as much elbow grease into peeling his jeans off as his still aching back is willing to allow. 

A night well spent, indeed. 

“Mother nature can be cruel,” Ice drones. Even with his back turned, Maverick can hear the frown in his voice. The line’s engaged, Mav figures, just as he hears the testy click of Ice dropping the phone back to the receiver. “We’re going to starve because you had to go all Baywatch on a frog,” 

"It was a nice frog," Mav shrugs, tossing his wet clothes to the side of the room and happily ignoring Ice's pointed frown.

Mav forgoes fresh clothes and instead opts to crawl up the bed and flop down squarely across Ice’s chest. He brings his arms up to wrap around Ice’s shoulders, basking in his radiating body heat. Maverick swears that Ice is some sort of lizard what with his uncanny ability to soak up the sun. Ice always tends to run hot - the irony is not lost on either of them - and Maverick is more than happy to help himself to his wingman’s warm embrace. 

“Baywatch, huh?” Mav smiles into Ice’s neck, trailing his fingers lightly along the trail of hickies. He pokes at a particularly angry mark and delights in Ice’s squirming. “Didn’t peg you for a Hasselhoff kinda guy,” 

“Oh shut up,” Ice pushes away Mav’s proding fingers, and then starts to buck until Mav slides off besides him. Mav makes a noise not unlike a dying animal before flailing his arms back towards Ice.

“Oof- Mav let go, it’s fucking hot,” 

“Yeah, well I’m fucking cold,”

Mav successfully gets an arm back around Ice’s shoulder and uses it to propel himself back into the warm cocoon of Ice’s chest. Ice begins to worm his way out again but then Mav quickly shoves a thigh firmly between Ice’s legs and well, looky here, doesn’t that do that trick nicely?

“Now, are you going to help or am I stuck warming myself up all by myself?” Mav says, leaving a fresh trail of kisses along a suddenly much more cooperative Ice.

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I was going to go in a completely angsty direction with this prompt - I'm talking chemo angsty - but then I opened up pinterest and the monstrosity above was suddenly thrusted upon me. Val Kilmer's body is obsecene, I want to feed him grapes and fawn him with various large leaves.

We're playing an IceMav askbox fic game. Send me a trope and a first sentence and I'll write at least one paragraph!

#once again pushing the pillow princess ice agenda #this was SO close from turning into omega ice which i mean can you blame me he looks like he's in HEAT in the pic #top gun #top gun maverick #tgm #tg86 #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #icemav #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #ask game #tg fic ask game #val kilmer

[faegoddessog]

Do me Sweet, do me Dirty- Stress Relief

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Hair Grabbing, Deep Throating, Unprotected PiV (please play safe ya'll), him calling me a cock whore/slut (but like lovingly? is there a name for that?)

Summary: I'm almost shocked to see Austin as he walks into the house, my stress through the roof. I try to cover it up, but he sees right through me and knows just what I need to let that shit go. A wildly aroused Austin edges up on aggressive to satisfy us both.

A/N: A big Thank You! to @austinbutlerslovers for this request and collab. I love the peek into your dirty mind! Thank you for sharing with me! This was super fun to write.

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My hand is on the door to my office when I hear the front door chime.  I quickly pull the door shut and walk down the hallway to find Austin tossing his keys into the bowl by the door. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, turning  around so his back is to the hallway. 

“I just missed you,” his eyes are soft. His fingers trace lightly on the skin of my arm, “hope it’s ok that I’m here all unannounced, just for a little while.”

“Yeah, of course,” I nod. 

“You ok? You seem a little nervous,” he brushes a stray strand of hair from my face and looks down at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. He is so good at reading me. 

I just nod, biting my lip.  He pulls me in close for a hug. He feels so solid, so comforting. God I love him. 

"I know baby, tomorrow is a big day," he murmurs in my ear, "and you probably have stuff to do," his breath is hot across my neck, “and I should probably go.” His full, soft lips tease the soft spot just behind my ear. “But you are just so..... I  don't even have the words, I just need you.” 

He knows all my little spots, does my Austin. I take in a shuddering breath. 

“I need you too, it’s just…,” my voice fades, I’m having a hard time keeping my thoughts straight. We’ve not really seen each other much this week, what with everything going on. 

“Just what, my angel,” he prods. 

“Just stress and nerves and I don’t want anything to go wrong,” I shake my head.

“It’ll all turn out perfectly and it’s not tomorrow yet,” he turns me around wrapping me in his arms and  pressing my back to him,  ”and let's see what we can do about maybe relaxing, huh?”

I breathe out a sigh and nod, leaning back into him. 

He reaches over and turns the deadbolt.

He pulls my hair over one shoulder, before his hands slide under my t-shirt to my stomach. His lips nibble down the exposed side to the spot where my shoulder and neck join. I shiver. Goosebumps race down my arm when his teeth lightly sink onto my skin for just a moment.

My eyes are closed, enjoying the feel of his lips and hands on my skin. My worries about tomorrow start to melt away. He is so amazing at making everything better. 

His hands gather the hem of my shirt at my sides. It catches briefly on my breasts as he pulls it over my head. I have on a simple white bra. Austin slips one strap over my shoulder, fingertips drawing a line over my deltoid. 

I feel his exhale on my skin. More shivers travel up my spine and goosebumps trail under his fingers as he bites the other side of my neck. I raise my arm and cradle his head, my fingertips meandering through his hair. 

He presses his hips forward, into my ass. I feel his bulge through the layers of fabric. I find myself involuntarily moaning at the hardness. I reach behind me, to his ass, his phenomenal ass and pull him against me. I’ve not had him in too long. 

His dragging finger slips the other strap of my bra down. My tiny hairs stand on end as he perfectly sucks the skin of my sweet-spot into his mouth. He is sure to leave a mark for tomorrow. Right now, I don’t care, let them all see that I’m his and he is mine.

“Do you know how much I love these goosebumps, Princess?” His question is clearly rhetorical as he runs his fingers over the bumps on my skin to my back. 

In one deft flick and my bra is unhooked. His hands slide around my ribcage up under my bra, cupping my breasts. His sharp intake of breath mirrors my own. His whole leg shakes, heel thumping the ground as he revels in the feel of my tits in his hands.  My nipples are pressed between his fore and middle finger then rolling in his palm. 

His lips, tongue and teeth play deliciously over my skin. My eyes flutter in pleasure.  My insides tingle, blood swelling my capillaries, bringing my vagina to life. 

His one hand plays with my nipple, massaging my breast. His other slips down to the button of my jeans. Then his hand is in my pants.  The pads of his fingers pressing against my covered mons, rubbing slightly back and forth. 

A shaky moan comes from my throat as my fists tighten on his hair and wrist.  

His long, clever fIngers spread wide on either side of my lips just past my clit. He pushes deep, I can feel my lips pooching against the soft cotton of my panties. He moves his hand up and down, indirectly massaging my clit. My legs shake under me.

He turns me around to face him again. My fingers drag on his abs as I catch his shirt and peel it off him. It’s only fair that we are both shirtless. I press my skin to his muscular chest as our mouths finally meet.  The kiss quickly deepens, breath blowing from our nostrils. 

Lips suck, teeth nibble, tongues dance. Lord, I will never tire of how he kisses.  

I hear the jangle of the keys in the catchall bowl as he pushes me against the foyer table.  He captures my hands behind my back, holding both my wrists in his one big hand. He taps my legs, wanting me to spread them. I do. 

His hard cock is pressed to my crotch. His other hand slips under my panties to the bare skin of my ass.  My hips strain forward to get a little taste of that sweet pressure as he dry humps my covered pussy.  He feels so fucking good already and I know the best is yet to come. I moan a soft ‘oh’ into his mouth. 

He lets go of my wrists and goes to take my hand but I reach to his belt buckle instead. I take step after step backwards towards the bedroom, dragging him with me. Slowly, I unbuckle his belt, then his button, then his zipper. All the while, my tongue plays thirstily on my lips.  I reach down and cup him in his underwear, rubbing up and down gently. 

He moans and suddenly I am pushed up against the wall at the end of the hallway between the doors to my closed-up office and the bedroom. I squeal, the wall cold on my back.  He is all kisses and hands and pressing his warm body against mine. 

My shoes kick off and I slide my pants off and leave them in a puddle in the hallway. In my white cotton underwear and cute knee-high socks, I grab him by the dick and lead him through the door of the bedroom, away from my office.

His shoes, socks, and pants make a similar pool of clothing on the bedroom floor. His hand rakes through my hair and he pulls me in for a deep kiss, skin to skin. 

I feel the bench at the end of the bed as my legs bump into it.  

He drops to his knees in front of me. His fingers hook onto the waistband of my panties.  They stick a little to the wetness of my labia in testament to just how well he knows my body and how to get my juices flowing. 

He looks up at me through those long lashes and licks his lips. 

“What do you need, baby,” he whispers, “to relax?” 

In truth, I am already halfway there, a state I am in anytime Austin puts his hands on me.

I cup his cheek in my hands, softly rubbing my thumb along his bottom lip. 

“Would you be willing to put these lips around my clit?” I ask, always a little shy about asking for what I want in bed. 

The devil's own smile spreads on his face. 

“Of course, you know I love the taste of your pussy,” he licks his lips and pushes me gently to sit. His hands run up my calves, around my knees to my inner thighs. Looking me right in the eye, he slowly pushes my legs wide, making me lean back on the bed before he looks down at my bare pussy. 

“Oh… fuck…. You are all…. smooth,” the look he gives me is one of barely contained lust. 

I bite my lip and nod. 

“Oh I’m going to really enjoy this,” he whispers to himself as his finger barely grazes the wet line where my lips meet. He draws away a string of moisture. 

“Oh, hoh hoh,” he chuckles. 

His tongue draws along my soft lips slowly and deliberately. Then again pressing in just enough that it separates me. Then again, deeper into my wet furrow. On the fourth pass he grazes my clit,  moaning into me.

I watch him lick me, revel in me. I’m so fucking lucky. 

With two fingers he pulls me apart exposing my wet clit to the air. He looks up at me with those sky-colored fuck-me eyes. I suck in a breath through my teeth as he blows lightly, making my pussy clench from the coolness. 

A finger slips just between my sweet little pink lips. Pulling more moisture up and over my nub. 

“Oh!” I gasp. 

“God, you turn me on with how reactive you are,” he murmurs. 

Then I am covered by his hot mouth and I’m groaning.  His tongue is dipping inside me, his nose teasing me. 

His tongue feels like velvet on my labia. His soft lips close around my clit as he pets my entrance with his fingertip. Just how I like it. 

He gently pushes inside me, wiggling that finger as he mouths my clit. 

“Oh that’s good baby,” I moan, hands on my tits. 

He takes his time, savoring every crevice, every fold with kisses, sucking, stroking. Warmth builds in me.

I start panting, clenching rhythmically on his fingers. He pulls away, a devilish smile on his lips, just before I cum. He loves to play this game, getting me close then stopping, building me up. 

“Take your time baby, we are in no rush,” he says, low voice controlled and soothing.

He waits for me to take a couple deeper breaths before he dips his head back, sucking me into his mouth, working two fingers into my pussy now. His tongue flickering back and forth over my clit. 

It doesn’t take long before he pulls away again, chuckling low. Leaving me moaning with want.

“God you are sexy when you are close. Fists clenching on whatever is near, your beautiful pussy all wet and open and ready for me,” he says.

“Always for you Austin,” I find myself saying.

The third time he dives into my pussy with a growl. Pulling my lips apart with one hand, sucking in my clit as he works his fingers slowly but relentlessly, curling in and out of my wet cunt. I can feel his hips moving back and forth, dry humping the air. 

Fuck he is sexy, especially between my legs. 

When I cum, it’s a sweet release, bubbling up from my core. It’s gentle and soft and relaxing. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, kissing my clit, making me shiver.  “You are so beautiful when you cum, angel.”

I shoot him a bashful smile as I let out a big sigh. 

He gently pulls his fingers out and stands. I smile a dopey, content smile as I look up at him. 

“That was yummy, thank you.” 

The swell of his cock is nearly eye level, and what a swell it is. 

“But what about you?” 

I run my hand up his leg and through the leg of his underwear to his cock. He is stiff  and upright, a little bead of moisture darkening the spot where it has been pushed against the fabric. 

“That is an awfully hard cock, sir,”  my fore and middle finger spreading the precum that is welling at his tip,  gliding up and down. He moans involuntarily and his hips strain forward. I love making him want so badly.

“Sir… hmmm, I like that. You want me to cum?” he says, leg shaking in that tell tale hornyness. 

“Mmm hmmm, you are so hot when you do,” looking him in the eyes and standing up.

“Oh fuck… “ his eyes narrow, pure lust glinting, darkening the blue to nearly black. 

“Is it like that then?” my eyebrow lifts in inquiry. 

“Uh huh” he is barely restrained, fists in balls at his sides.

I back away slowly, tongue tracing my lips temptingly.  Step by step until the dresser stops me. I spread my arms just a little and tilt my head. My whole body is saying ‘come and get me then.’

“Oh hoh,” he breathes out. 

In one stride of his long legs he is on me, kissing deep and fierce. His hand snakes up the back of my head, gripping my hair. He pulls my head back to look up at him. He is hunched over my naked body. I am instantly wet again.

“Do you want my cock” he growls low.

I would nod, but I can’t with the grip he has on my hair. “Yes” I breathe. 

“Will you take it anyway I give it to you?” his other hand slides down my belly to my pussy, rubbing rough circles. 

“Oh yeah” I moan. 

“I’m sorry, what?” he growls. 

“Yes please…Sir,” I add the honorific with a naughty smile.

“Good girl,” he croons, “get on your knees.” 

I am immediately eye level again with his bulge. 

“Take them off,” he commands. 

Before I can even think, I am pulling the waistband over his cock and down around his ankles. 

Jesus, everytime I see him hard, I am in awe, no matter how many times. Today is no exception as I bite my lip. He is so substantial, not so big I can’t get him in my mouth, but it’s definitely my limit. More than once I have marveled at the fact that my pussy isn’t mangled by his size when he fucks me hard, a testament to the general resilience of vanginas. But oh lord, I love it when he fills me with it. 

He seems bigger than usual, more red, more swollen. Clearly it has been a while for him. 

“Open up my sweet little cock slut,” his  pet name for me when I’m on my knees in front of him.

I open wide with my tongue out, expecting him to lay his tip on my tongue. Instead, he pinches the end of his dick, just at the hole. A large drip of clear pre-cum falls on a tight string from his cock onto my bottom lip and into my mouth. 

It’s salty and fucking delicious. I rub it to coat my tongue and the roof of my mouth. It glistens on my lip, threatening to run down my chin.  I lick it off, moaning,  and I open up again. 

“Oh holy fuck,” Austin is beyond turned on as he slides the head of his cock onto my tongue, “suck it like a good cock whore.”

I bring my hand up to hold his shaft as I close around him. Fuck me, he is hard today. My tongue spreads my spit as I move up and down him. I push him farther and farther back, warming up my throat. His moans above me urge me on, my hand gliding up and down his shaft in time with my mouth. I fucking love sucking his cock and he knows it. 

He brings both hands to my head and pulls my hair deliberately into a ponytail. A sure sign he is about to get insistent. It’s so hot.

His fist tightens in my hair, controlling my head as he pushes himself deep into my throat.

My pussy is buzzing with desire.

“Take it, sweetheart,” his voice is gravely with desire. 

He pulls out and listens to me gag up a viscous spit. 

“Again,” is all he says before he is my mouth again, thick with lube.

He pushes to the back and groans. He blocks my airway for a moment before pulling back. I gag less, getting used to it.

“I’m gonna fuck that throat now,” he says in an intense whisper, like if he speaks too loud he may lose all semblance of control. He wraps my ponytail around his fist as I nod slightly. 

He goes deep, thrusting against my soft palate. My fingers wrap around his glutes.

“That’s it,” he praises, “swallow that dick.”

He pulls out and I gasp for air, chin dripping.

“You like that my beautiful cock slut,” I can only nod,  and I’m sure my pussy is dripping on the hardwood of the floor. 

He gives me barely any reprieve as he forces my mouth down on his cock with my ponytail. 

My mouth is stretched around him, saliva dripping down my chin. He is pumping against my tongue as I moan around him.

“Look here,” he says, trying to tilt my head back with his hand. I open my eyes and do my best to look up at him. 

“God you are hot taking me like this. Fuck,” and he pushes in deep, both of us holding our breath. My hips are shaking as he pulls back. 

I am panting and drooling.

“Good girl, one more time,” he warns me. His hands smoothing my hair, re-positioning his hold. 

I take a deep breath. He is more forceful this time, knowing that I can take it now. I gag on the end of his hard cock. He is deep, hips moving roughly.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah.” he thrusts each word, “such a good cock slut for me.” 

His breath is seething through his teeth. His eyes are wild. 

My fingers dig into his tight thighs. Tears spring to my eyes as he continues to fuck my mouth. Just as my brain starts to yelp for oxygen and the edges of my vision start to go dark,  he pulls out. I am gasping for air, gagging on my own spit, coughing. 

“That’s my good girl, fucking amazing, you are,” he releases my pony tail, and pulls me gently  to standing.

“God, I love your talented mouth, I nearly came down your pretty throat,” his thumb wipes the spit from my chin. 

“I love it too,” I can finally say, pushing his hand to my dripping pussy. 

“Fuck me,”  Austin whispsers, his mouth dropping open when he feels how wet I am.

“No, Fuck me,” I tell him, my eyes full of desire for him.

Then his mouth is on mine hard and intense and careless of the spit left on my chin. He is frantically pushing me backwards. 

Breath rushes in through my nose as I kiss him fiercely in return. I am suddenly thrown on my ass on the bed. I bounce, eagerly spreading my legs. 

I get a second to take him in. He is breathtaking, standing over me naked, panting with lust. He is sporting the biggest hard on I’ve ever seen him have. I’m not sure if it’s his precum or my spit dripping off his red tip. 

“My god you are sexy as hell Austin,” the words are a prayer from my lips.  

“Princess, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t know what hit you,” he growls, then he is on me. 

He seems taken over with lust. A lust that I welcome with open arms, legs and a needy pussy. 

He kisses me fiercely. His tip bumps against me over and over, urgently trying to find its way inside me. I am just as desperate to engulf him.  

My lips separate around his swollen head. 

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I am screaming into his neck.  My cunt stretches, burns, distorts around his huge, beautiful cock. It hurts so fucking good. His plunge is incessant, stopping for nothing.

Catching my hands in his, he arches above me in pleasure and adds a little thrust at the end. Moaning loudly, eyes rolling back as he seats himself fully and deeply inside me. 

He becomes a god between my legs. 

It is euphoria, for us both. 

His hips start to roll back and forth, the juices of my cunt covering him. 

His eyes are closed and he is lost. Reveling in the use of my tight, wet, pussy. 

Each in-thrust I moan. Each out-thrust I draw in a shaky breath. His pace increases as he chases his own pleasure, oblivious, for the moment, to my slowly mounting orgasm. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so…,” he finally opens his eyes to see me. 

My mouth hangs open, my eyelids spasming, head jerking back and forth as he works me. My mind is completely gone, lost in the pleasure of his dick sliding in and out of me. 

Then, it’s as if suddenly my god hears my supplication, sees my prayer. My face is cradled in his hands.

“Oh, Angel, you are so amazing,” he kisses my forehead. 

“How well you are taking my cock,” his lips touch my eyelid.

“How good you are at letting me fuck that wet pussy,” he kisses my cheek.

“How beautiful you are under me, writhing in pleasure,” he brushes his lips to mine. 

My arms cling to his body, pressing his ass, getting him deeper into me. He feels so divine. 

“You want to cum again, sugar?” he says low in my ear. 

“Yes!” I nod, my voice barely a whisper.

“MMMM, that’s my good girl, you know how much I love it.” he nips at my earlobe. 

“But, don’t you cum yet baby, not ‘till I say,” he warns. His little kisses keep peppering my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks and lips.

I fucking love this and hate it. It’s so hard to hold on when I have him above me, diving into me over and over, stretching me to the hilt. 

He pulls back, grabbing my legs and bending them into my armpits. He is impossibly deep inside me, filling me. I can only take him like this when I am so fucking wet, so undeniable horny for him. Like right now.  

He uses my legs for leverage and he begins thrusting rhythmically  into me. His balls slap wetly on my asshole.  

OH. MY. GOD.

I am about to lose what is left of my mind. 

“Not yet Princess,”  he moans above me. 

I am getting absurdly wet, sloppy squashy sounds fill the room, along with his heaving breath and my throat-arrested moans. 

“I’m about to paint that pretty pussy,” he warns, pounding into me. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream. It’s all I can do to not jettison him across the room with an orgasm.

“Ready?... Wait…wait…” he says through clenched teeth

I can’t. I just can’t, it won’t wait or hold or stop. 

“Now, fuck fuck fuck! Squeeze that big cock. I want your juicy cum all over it, ” he is frenzied now, hips pumping hard as he rides me to his climax.  

The orgasm that screams from me is on another level, I feel nearly out of my body as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. My pussy clenches  hard on him with each thrust of his hips. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he thrusts, hands clenching in my hair. “Fucking good, so good,” the words fall from his mouth with a groan.

Finally, with a huge push that I feel in my gut, he freezes and spills into me, his ass clenching hard. 

He gives one, two little extra thrusts as he groans in the back of his throat. 

I am a wet shivery mess under the heaving, shaky form of Austin. 

We stay that way for a while, both of us winded, each clinging to the other. His weight comfortably grounds me as I re-enter my body.

Finally he lifts back, smiling a goofy smile. 

“Hey sweetheart, are you ok, I wasn’t too rough with you?” his eyes are soft and sweet. He always checks in, makes sure he didn’t push me too far, especially when he gets so lustful. 

“Yeah,” I nod, “I’m still not sure which end is up, but it was amazing.”

“Well, this is up,” he kisses my lips gently, “and this is down.” His hips press into mine, his still hard cock moving deliciously in me. 

“Oh” I breathe out, closing my eyes, my body tensing under him. I’m so sensitive after I cum that hard. 

Autstn chuckles low as he pulls out gently, making me gasp just a bit. He rolls to the side and collects me in his arms. Holding me sweetly, he kisses my forehead.  

“You are a fucking deity Austin, I’m so lucky to have you.” I say, snuggling into his chest.

“Oh no baby, it’s all you,” he counters, ��I love you.” 

“I love you too,” I say with a huge sigh. 

“You seem more relaxed now, yeah?” He hugs me tight.

“Uh huh, thank you,” I nod.

He just smiles and sighs to himself. 

We both drift into a cat nap.

He wakes me with a caress on my arm. He is next to the bed and I hear the shower running. 

“Come on, let's clean you up,” he pulls me to sit. 

He picks me up in his arms and takes me to the bathroom. Fuck he is strong. He sets me down in the shower and gently washes me all over. When he gets to my poor pussy, he comes close to fucking me again in the shower. 

“No,” he says as I am pressed up against the shower wall, legs spread for him, ”gotta save something for later.” 

My lips pops out in a pout. 

“Oh they’ll be plenty of time after tomorrow, baby,” he pushes wet hair away from my face and neck. 

He dries me in a huge warm towel and wraps me in my fluffy bathrobe. 

“You need your rest Princess,” he says as he collects his clothes and puts them on. 

I walk him to the door where he kisses me deeply. 

“See you there tomorrow,” he says, forehead pressed to my mine. 

“I can’t wait,” I say.

I watch him walk to his car in the driveway. I love watching his ass and the movement of his back muscles under his shirt.

I close the door as he drives away.  I sigh as I open the door to my office. 

“Tomorrow, my love,” I say, running my fingers over the pressed white satin and lace wedding dress hanging on the closet door, “then forever.”  

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

[chvoswxtch]

knight in black leather & denim

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you get into a little trouble walking home drunk from a party, but lucky for you, a handsome stranger saves the day.

warnings: cursing, drinking, weed use, mentions of sexual harassment (if this makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip!)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: thank you so much to the lovely @boeutiful for the idea for this fic, & letting me run with it! as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

I shouldn’t be here. I never should’ve come. Why did I come? I could barely hear my own thoughts over the music that was blasting throughout the entire house. I could practically feel the vibrations of the heavy bass thudding against the floor through the stems of my heels. The entire house was packed with faces I didn’t recognize, I wasn’t even sure if everyone here actually even went to Hawkins High. I’d had two cups of god knows what from that punch bowl, and I was starting to feel dizzy.

I could feel a light layer of sweat starting to form on my forehead due to the overwhelming heat in the living room. There were so many bodies packed in together, it felt like I couldn’t breathe properly. I somehow managed to force myself through the crowd towards the front door, silently escaping into the cooled haven of the night. As soon as I stepped outside, I eagerly greeted the autumn chill that nipped at the exposed skin of my shoulders and continued its relentless path down my naked legs. Didn’t I bring a jacket? I groaned as I glanced at the heavy wooden door behind me, contemplating how much I actually loved the jacket I had brought. 

I rubbed at my temples as I tried to will away the haze and focus on what I was doing. The front lawn was littered with even more people and discarded cups. I don’t belong here. I was not a party girl. I was not a social butterfly. In fact, this was the first non-birthday party I had ever gone to in my entire high school career. And why did I choose tonight of all nights and this party of all parties? Jason Carver. He had invited me, and I stupidly thought the invite was genuine. Of course I realized it wasn’t by the look of surprise on his face that I had actually shown up. I had tried to play off my hurt feelings, grabbed a cup and attempted to try and at least have a good time, but it was hopeless. This simply wasn’t my scene.

I wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm as I started walking, or more like stumbling, down the sidewalk. I’m pretty sure my house is this way? Wait, how did I get here? I groaned internally at my drunken state. Pathetic. Two drinks. That’s all it took. This is why you don’t go to a party alone, idiot. 

“Stupid Jason. Stupid party. Stupid dress. Stupid heels. Stupid Y/N.”

In the midst of my drunken rambling, I hadn’t noticed the house and the blaring music fading in the distance behind me. I also apparently hadn’t noticed the cop car on the opposite side of the street that I had just stupidly stumbled by.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

I froze when I heard a gruff voice calling out to me. I slowly turned around to see two police officers leaning against their squad car, arms crossed over their chests as they stared at me. My heart started to thud in my chest as one of them waved me over with two fingers. Oh shit.

“You coming from that noisy house a few blocks away? There’s a party going on, isn’t that right?”

“I-um..yes s-sir. I..I was just going home.”

“Bet there’s some underage drinking going on over there, huh? You been drinking ma’am?”

“I..um..I-please. I really don’t want to get in trouble. I don’t normally go to those things. I..this is my first time. I swear. I-I’m a straight A student. I’m not a partier.”

“Yet you’re stumbling home drunk from a party?”

My heart was pounding against my chest and anxiety flooded my entire system. I glanced frantically between the two officers. One of them looked to be in his late twenties, while the other had to be closer to late thirties. They both wore stern expressions that made me shiver. I tried to appear as sober as I could, racking my brain for anything I could possibly say or do to get out of this without being arrested. 

“How old are you?”

“E-eighteen, sir.”

The younger cop’s mouth suddenly curled into a sinister smile that had me completely unsettled. There was a wicked glint in his gaze as he turned to face his partner whose lips morphed into a crooked smile of his own.

“Hear that? At least she’s legal.”

The suggestive tone of the man’s voice coupled with the predatory gaze in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of me. Neither of them even tried to hide the shameless wandering of their eyes. I instantly regretted wearing such a short and revealing simple black dress to get Jason’s attention. I regretted even more not bothering to go inside for my jacket. I had nothing to shield myself with. Think. Think. Think.

“I..I think I should call my parents, s-so they can come get me. I know you have to tell them that I was drinking..so..we should p-probably call them.”

“Didn’t you hear me, princess? You’re a legal adult. No reason to get your parents involved when you’re a grown woman.”

There were goosebumps covering my entire body, but it wasn’t due to the cold. I glanced between the two men, uneasiness burning through my veins as I tried to assess the situation. I could run, but that would probably make it worse. They were most likely faster than me, and had a car. There was no way I could outrun them, even if I wasn’t buzzed and in heels. I also was not the kind of girl that ran from the police. I wasn’t a rule breaker. Hell, I’d never even had detention. I was obedient to a fault, a good girl. 

“Come here. Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs.”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the younger man’s words and I felt my mouth go dry.

“W-what? Am I being arrested?”

“Well, that depends on you princess. But, we do need to search you.”

“Search me?”

“For drugs. Sure you look all sweet and innocent, but how can we be sure?”

The older man shot me a wink and I felt bile rise in my throat. The sound of my heels clacking slowly against the cement was the only noise on the otherwise empty street. I glanced around at my surroundings as I approached the car. There were a few dark houses on the street. I could scream, but would anyone hear me? They’d probably slap their hand over my mouth and shove me into the back of the car before I even had a chance to.

I rose my shaky hands up to place on the hood of the car, spreading my feet apart just the slightest. I swallowed thickly as I tried to glance at them over my shoulder.

“Officers, please. I..I don’t do drugs. I swear. You can drug test me if you want. But..I..I did see drugs at the party, I think. I..I’m honestly not sure what they look like. But at the party-”

The younger cop let out a low whistle as he shoved his knee between my thighs, spreading my legs apart even further. I grabbed onto the hood of the car tighter and felt panic begin to rise in my chest.

“I can’t believe your parents let you out of the house looking like this. This little dress leaves nothing to the imagination, you know that princess? I’m not sure where the hell you would even hide drugs under this. But, I gotta do my duty.”

I could hear the pretentious grin in his words. My entire body tensed when I felt his fingertips brush against my thigh just under the hem of my dress. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and I squeezed them tightly shut. 

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

“Evening officers. Having a nice night?”

My head whipped in the direction of the voice that had halted the cop’s movements. My lips parted in surprise to see a boy around my age standing in front of the cop car with his hands crossed over his chest. He was tall, and had long brunette curly hair that perfectly framed his face and settled at his shoulders. He wore black ripped jeans, what looked to be some kind of band shirt, and a black leather jacket with a denim vest over it. My eyes were drawn to the belt that was secured with a pair of handcuffs and the numerous rings lined on his fingers that gleamed underneath the streetlight. Even though his words had been directed towards them, his large brown eyes were focused solely on me. I found myself shivering under the intensity of his gaze.

“Get the hell out of here, Munson. Unless you want us to search you, and we all know you’re holding. So unless you wanna spend the night in jail, fuck off.”

The corners of the boy’s full lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, showcasing a perfect set of dimples as he raised his hands up in surrender and took a step towards the older cop.

“No need. I don’t sell anymore, scout’s honor. Just gonna have a smoke break. Don’t mind me.”

I gasped in surprise when he pulled a joint out of his pocket to place between his lips. He quickly retrieved a lighter from his other pocket, bringing the flickering flame to the tip of the stark white paper, and inhaling until a fourth of it had been burned. As he leaned against the hood of the car, he blew a thick cloud of smoke in the direction of the two men, the undeniable scent of weed lingering in the air. 

The younger man that was standing behind me quickly rushed to stand in front of the boy, clearly enraged by his antics.

“What the hell is the matter with you, Munson? Smoking a joint in front of two cops? Are you a fucking idiot?”

The brunette’s dark browns knit together as he grinned playfully, holding up the rolled piece of paper between his index finger and thumb as he pretended to survey it carefully.

“Oh shit, you’re right. My bad. I thought it was a cigarette. Must have gotten my products mixed up. That’s bad for business, those jocks are gonna be pissed.”

The grin on the boy’s face stretched even wider at the furious looks on the two men’s faces. I was absolutely dumbfounded by the stranger’s boldness. The longer I stared at him, the more familiar he seemed. Do I know him from somewhere? I clamped my hand over my mouth in shock when he stretched his hand out to offer the joint to the two officers.

“What do you say boys, wanna hit? Take the edge off?”

The older man snatched the joint from his hand and threw it onto the ground, grabbing his shoulder and dragging him up to his feet. The younger cop had already pulled his handcuffs out, shoving the stranger’s front against the car as he began to clasp the metal restraints around his wrists one by one.

“That’s it, Munson. You’re under arrest. Don’t think you’re only getting one night in jail after this shit you just pulled.”

The grin on his face never faltered, even as the handcuffs were secured around his wrists. I was completely frozen in place. My buzzed brain was still trying to process what was happening. Did he..do that on purpose? For me?

The boy turned his head to look at me over his shoulder, flashing me a wink and a charming smile. 

“Looks like you boys got your hands full tonight.”

The stranger tilted his head to the side, motioning for me to make a run for it. I glanced around at my surroundings momentarily, but found my eyes drawn to him once again. I was completely entranced by him. Why would he do that for me? I furrowed my brows as I stared at him, opening my mouth to say something, but he simply motioned for me to leave again. I turned around and began to speed walk in the other direction, but stopped when I reached the stop sign. I turned back around to see the two cops trying to shove him into the back of the cop car.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

All three heads turned in my direction. The two cops looked stunned, seemingly having forgotten that I had been there in the first place. The stranger on the other hand was grinning madly.

“Eddie Munson, angel. Although you probably know me as the ‘freak of Hawkins’.”

My eyes widened once realization hit me. My knight in black leather and denim was big bad Eddie “the freak” Munson. The notorious drug dealer and alleged cult leader of Hawkins High. I had heard stories about Eddie, but I had never actually seen Eddie. How come no one ever mentioned how hot he was? I bit down on my bottom lip and giggled at the situation I was in, smiling as I waved over at my savior.

“See you later, Eddie.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, and an overwhelming sense of guilt. I had thought about Eddie my entire walk home. I still couldn’t believe he purposefully got arrested just to get those creeps away from me. I wrestled with my guilt all morning as I thought about marching down to the police station and telling the chief everything. But, that also meant confessing my own sins. After another hour of torturing myself with endless worst case scenarios, I grabbed my keys and headed straight for the Hawkins Police station. I tried my best to remain nonchalant, but truth be told I was critically on the verge of having a panic attack as I smiled at the receptionist.

“I need to see Chief Hopper please.”

Half an hour later, I was taking my first breath after a very long winded explanation of the events of the previous night and was nervously fiddling with my fingers as I waited for the brooding chief to speak. The silence that filled the office was suffocating, and I grew even more anxious at the sound of seconds ticking by on the clock. Chief Hopper stared at me with a hardened gaze, his jaw set in a harsh line. After what felt like forever, he let out a deep breath and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk.

“Let me get this straight. You went to a party, alone, and got drunk. And not only did you break the law by drinking underage, you didn’t even check or ask what it was you were drinking.”

“I..yes.”

“And then you walked home. Alone. Drunk.”

My heart was thudding against my ribcage as I stared into the chief’s steel blue gaze. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment as I processed his words.

“I..um..yes. It was stupid, I know that.”

“Yeah, not to mention dangerous.”

“Look, I’m really sorry Chief Hopper. I should never have gone to that party. It was the first party I’ve ever been to, and I swear it’s my last. I’ve learned my lesson, okay? If you have to arrest me or..whatever, fine. But please don’t punish Eddie. He was just trying to protect me from those creeps. If he hadn’t shown up..”

I trailed off towards the end of my sentence. I hadn’t really thought about that part of last night. I tried to block it out. I didn’t want to say it out loud. It just made it feel too..real. Chief Hopper tensed in his chair and sat up a little straighter. His fists had been balled so tight as I told him about everything those cops had said, and the way that the one had touched me, that his knuckles had turned white. I was shocked he hadn’t broken the poor mug in his large hand. He let out another deep sigh and ran his hand over his face.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“You’re a good kid, Y/N. You’ve never been in trouble before. I have no reason not to believe you. Eddie can go. But I want you to fill out an official complaint for those two fuckers so I can get them the hell off my force. Deal?”

My entire body felt lighter as relief washed over me. I squealed as I jumped up from my chair and rushed around to envelop Chief Hopper in a tight hug, feeling immensely grateful for him in that moment.

“Deal! Thank you so much, Chief. Really. Thank you um..for..believing me.”

Chief Hopper chuckled lowly as he pulled back and rose to his full height above me. There was a gentleness in his eyes I had never seen before. It was the first time I had ever seen him not so broody.

“Hey, I have a daughter you know? I worry about shit like that happening to her. I mean, I’ve taught her to look out for herself, and she can hit as hard as her old man, but it could still happen. Anything I can do to prevent that, I will.”

“She’s lucky to have you.”

“Do me a favor, kid. If you’re gonna go out and ya’know, let loose, be smart. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t drink with people you don’t know. And for the love of God, do not walk home alone, especially in that state. Alright? If you feel like you don’t have anyone to call, call me. I’ll come get you.”

“You keep being nice to me, I’m gonna keep hugging you.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side as the door to his cell slid open. He narrowed his eyes as he glanced between me and Chief Hopper, clearly confused about what was going on.

“It’s your lucky day, Munson. Y/N/N here just saved your ass. You can go home as long as you back up her story about those two shitheads from last night.”

“They getting fired?”

“Along with their asses beat in the parking lot, yeah.”

“Just tell me where to sign.”

Chief Hopper grunted in response, taking off down the hallway. I looked up at Eddie with a grin, only to find him staring down incredulously.

“You know, me getting arrested was to keep you out of trouble, right? You weren’t supposed to turn yourself in.”

“I couldn’t handle the guilt.”

Eddie laughed as he straightened out his jacket, leaning against the door of the cell as he eyed me up and down. I felt that familiar gravitational pull from last night as we stared at each other. He’s much more attractive up close.

“Thank you, Eddie. Really. I..I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up.”

“Hey, don’t go there. And don’t worry about it, really. Anything to help a pretty girl.”

Eddie’s wink coupled with that dazzling smile had butterflies erupting in my stomach, and I found myself grinning like an idiot right back at him.

“Um..can I..treat you to breakfast? Just..to say thanks..um..for everything you did for me last night.”

The grin on Eddie’s mouth only stretched even wider, showcasing those gorgeous dimples again that made me weak in the knees. 

“Now Y/N, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were asking me on a date.”

He remembered my name. God, did it sound so good coming from his mouth.

“Well, no other guy has ever gotten arrested for me before so, I would say you’ve earned yourself a date. If that’s alright with you?”

I had no idea where this sudden boldness was coming from. Something about Eddie made me feel like I could throw caution to the wind, be a little reckless for once. My breath hitched in my throat as Eddie stepped closer, reaching one of his large hands out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Tell you what. We’ll go to breakfast, angel. But I am taking you out tonight. That is, if you’re brave enough to go on a date with the ‘freak of Hawkins’.”

“I think you’re forgetting I asked you out first. But yes, I will happily go on a date with my savior.”

The corners of Eddie’s mouth ticked up into devilish smirk and I felt a knot form in my stomach as he leaned in closer so that our faces were mere inches apart, his voice dropping dangerously low.

“Savior hm? I like the sound of that. So, seven-thirty tonight?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #jason carver #jim hopper #chief hopper

[galactic-feelins]

It Was The Night Of The Meteor Shower

Inspired loosely by a prompt, Danny’s friends and family did not survive the events of The Ultimate Enemy. Knowing what he could’ve been, he decides to find his own way through his grief. Although the ghosts of future are dealt with, he now uncovers ghosts of past, and it seems he misunderstood the ghosts in the present.

Pov: Danny going through quite possibly the worst week of his life whilst reliving the worst days of his life.

Link to prompt!

I’ve been thinking back on life lately. Like, was any of that a dream, or was it too real?

- - -

The lab in the basement was always a little unnerving to be in. Exposed wires on unfinished projects, cables running haphazardly across the ground, loose tools scattered everywhere, honestly it’s always been a mess at best. If this were a well known work place, our house would’ve definitely been condemned by now! Walking in now, I immediately regret my decisions up till now. Mom and dad’s latest project may be a bust, but they clearly haven’t cleaned up after they were done!

“Woah! Watch your step there!” Tucker jokes, but this isn’t the first time the floor has been covered in some mysterious substance, let alone a step on the stairs. At least Tucker and Sam seem to be enjoying themselves while I’m stuck with keeping them safe, but what are friends for? “Promise you won’t touch anything in here?” It may be obvious, but I have to ask!

Sam tisked at me sarcastically. “Psh, yeah, I was planning on drinking from mysterious flasks myself. Maybe chew on some cables or steal something radioactive.”

“Sam, I don’t think there would be anything radioactive in here! Danny lives just upstairs from here, wouldn’t he get poisoned if there was?”

“Cable,” I pointed out, just as Tucker was about to trip right over an extension cord, pulling him back for good measure. “Look, I know! Technology, cryptozoology, general weird cyber-goth stuff; I get it! But this stuff is dangerous! You’ve gotta trust me here!”

Sure, they understood of course, but it’s not like they were as serious about it. I’ve lived with this, I know how dangerous the equipment here can be, and I know you need to approach everything here with extreme caution. Maybe that’s why they figured they are safe here with me. Maybe they think I can protect them. I honestly have no idea where they got the idea I could protect anyone.

I could see Tucker shaking, trying so very hard not to pick up the gizmos and gadgets littering the lab to look at closer, but it’s for his safety he doesn’t touch them. I keep an eye on him the most, since Sam is only taking pictures with the camera she brought. I think she brought it so we could work on some project for school, but honestly making memories is more fun. Well, more fun when it’s not in your parents’ ghost hunting lab, anyway. I was watching Tucker lean to look at another side of some kind of circuit board when I heard from Sam again.

“Hey wait! Danny, you have a suit?”

“Ah- maybe? Huh?” Startled, I shot to attention to find Sam picking up a black and white jumpsuit. “Wh- hey!” 

I rush over to snatch it from her hand. It’s safe, clean in fact, and mostly unworn. The jumpsuit itself may not be dangerous, but it’s definitely a blow to an already fragile ego. I hold it out to try and fold it back up properly, but then I hear a click-snap. The camera shutter makes me flinch and I can’t help but glare at Sam.

“Oops?” Sam grins mischievously, brightly, and knowingly. “Hey! Maybe you can try it on!” I really didn’t want to, and she could see it. Sam followed up her request. “Please? I just wanna see it! I’m sure it looks good on you!”

I sigh, knowing defeat and knowing it’s a fairly innocent request. I can wear a jumpsuit fine, and I know it’s tailored to fit me. Heck, maybe it’ll be easier to prevent disasters if I’m protected too! So I step away to put it on over my clothes, listening in on their conversation about the portal itself. Ugh, the portal.

“So they really made a portal?”

“Supposedly, yeah! His parents really seem to believe it could work!”

“But why? We don’t even know if ghosts are real!”

I zip up the front and walk back over to rejoin the conversation, only to find Tucker leaning in closer. He seems to be listening to the hum of machinery. To be honest, it is a nice sound, pretty calming at times, but it can get annoying and usually indicates something live and active. I pull him away by the shoulder as I chime in.

“Well, I think they tried this in college too. Whatever results they found must’ve proven it in their heads that this could work.”

Sam starts snickering, but I can tell by the look she’s giving me that it’s not something I said. In fact, I know exactly what it is. Without saying anything, she walks over and rips off a huge decal of dad’s face from my chest. Honestly, good riddance. I’m sure dad wouldn’t mind a little defacing, as a treat.

“Oh! Idea!” Tucker snaps and points to me as he continues. “We should get a picture of you in the portal like that!”

“Oh yeah!” Sam chimes in. “Yeah in the hollow space there! With you in the suit, standing in front of all of this machinery here, it would look so cool and, maybe even professional!”

Well, it is an interesting idea, and it would look pretty cool. I agree! The jumpsuit has a hood and goggles to protect your scalp and eyes respectively, but we’re not doing anything except posing for a picture. It would look better without the hood anyway, so I leave it down. With that, Sam and Tucker get in position further away while I step inside.

I’ve never been so close, let alone inside of one of my parents’ inventions. Walking in feels surreal. The lights, dots, and lines running across the walls and ceiling are vast and interwoven, and yet so organized and strategically oriented. It’s like one massive circuit board with so many mechanical bits exposed. Clearly this part of the portal wasn’t meant to be seen. As I’m looking around, I feel something hit my foot as I try to take another step, sending a jolt up my spine in a panic. I feel myself lose balance and instinctively I stumble to catch myself. My hand lands on something, usually it would be fine to hold the wall, but in this case I feel something give under my palm. The hum of the portal grows louder, something whirs to life around me, and taking my hand off the wall reveals a button that reads “on” just below it. Realization hits, and I look to Sam and Tucker, but it’s too late. The last thing I see is their panic reflecting mine, before a sharp pain in the back of my neck introduces itself.

- - -

I woke up on the floor. Reality spun for a bit, and I wasn’t sure where I was. I could feel I was laying on some kind of concrete, and I almost thought I was in the lab again. It would’ve been an easy mistake, but I remember now.

I’m in a warehouse, in some city I’ve never known, and I am alone. Sitting up, I rub my hand through my hair, taking a moment to remember where I am and why. I am here because I, Daniel Fenton, am running for my life. Some strange ghosts have been popping up more and more frequently lately, and they’ve been chasing me far more aggressively than any ghost I’ve ever met. Not even Skulker is as bad as these guys! 

In the beginning, there weren’t that many, so they were easy to handle. It was always so strange that they made sounds but never spoke, and they seem to follow pure instinct and emotions. These ghosts don’t banter, have no obvious obsessions, and sometimes I see weird tattoos on them. In fact, there seems to be multiples of them, like blob ghosts. I could fight them off for a while, and I could stop them from attacking random people. A lot of ghost hunters got their infamy and fame for getting rid of these guys too, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Now, however, it feels like swarms of them are tracking me down at all times. 

Just as I was thinking I could never get a rest from them, I feel a chill and see an icy trail of smoke leave my mouth. It seems it’s time to get moving again. I stand and slap myself in the face for a quick burst of energy before transforming. Almost as if on queue, the shadows cast on the ground rise into solid shapes, puffs of black smoke appear and strange knight looking guys drop in the smoke’s place, and all of their beady yellow eyes stare back at me with what I’ve come to understand is killing intent.

Knowing where they are now, I bolt in the opposite direction, flying straight through walls and ceilings, getting as far from my assailants as possible. These guys are persistent, but it seems most of them don’t know how to fly. Problem is, some do. Once I’m outside, I catch sight of some more of the strange ghosts, these ones winged and colorful. “Are the wings really necessary?” No response, as always. It seems there’s only about, say, 7 total? At least 3 different shapes at a glance. Since they’re in the air, it’s probably safe to say a few ecto-blasts should take care of them no harm done!

A bit of blasting, a bit of punching, a few scratches here and there, and the numbers start dwindling! Sometimes after hitting them enough, they’ll poof and turn into weird heart shaped cores, so I stuff them in the thermos! I can’t exactly dispose of them anywhere, not anymore especially, so this thing is getting a bit crowded. The good news is I don’t try to stuff every ghost I see in there. In fact, the number of flying guys has increased dramatically over time already, so I figured I gotta leave again. 

Of course they followed me. I tried to stop somewhere for a moment when I thought I got enough distance, but there they are! In the distance! Flying towards me! From this vantage point, it’s easy to see just how many of them there are total. I see the ones from inside the building scrambling out, and I can see many more from the shadows and side streets all skittering out as a crowd. “Oh boy,” here we go again.

- - -

Back then, I woke up to a weird feeling that has since become normal. Everything was light and tingly, and yet so, so weak. I could hear shouting, though too muffled to understand right away. When I finally tried to open my eyes, there was a red flashing, giving way to a green glowing light occasionally. When I came to, I saw Tucker and Sam’s faces, panicked and every crying, yelling and begging for me to say something or give a sign that I was ok. I didn’t feel ok, but I tried at least sitting up at the time.

White hair, white gloves, black suit. There might have been a decal, something tells me there wasn’t, but the decal looks cool enough it might as well have always been there. With help I stood up, and we found our way to a mirror so I could see the damage for myself. I was glowing, but not in a figurative way, but more in the way a hot iron will glow white with heat, or maybe how some toxic goo would glow like a vat of glow-sticks. There were my eyes, staring back like green neon signs on a horribly scratched up sign. As I began to panic, I watched my face twist in the mirror into something else, which only made me panic more. The more I panicked the less human I looked, and the less human I looked the more I panicked, but Tucker helped ground me again. Sam comforted me and had me take deep breaths. Before I knew it, I was myself again, black hair and all. Life had never been the same since that day. The way everyone else in Amity Park know it, that was the night of the meteor shower.

- - -

I finally found another moment’s rest. Ironically, it was the presence of another ghost that calmed my nerves. Unfortunately it was Skulker that decided to stop by.

“Well, you sure are far from home, aren’t you?”

“Can you really say I have a home anymore? You know what happened.”

Of course Skulker knew. He smiled knowingly before thankfully changing the subject. “Those shadow ghosts really have it out for you huh? They should really know their place!”

“Heh, yeah, I wonder what I did to piss so many off them off like this!”

“Oh, what didn’t you do!”

Admittedly, he got a laugh out of me. Feeling a bit more at ease, I sit down on a dumpster nearby. Skulker can make himself comfy on his own. I can’t help finding it strange that Skulker is the only other ghost I know that’s approached me so far. I have been running for a few weeks now, so I have gotten pretty far from the ghost portal, but even then there are other ghosts out there! And yet, it almost feels like everyone’s avoiding me. Skulker is the only one that I’ve been able to confide in lately.

“So what do you think their deal is?” I don’t wanna change the subject yet. I have had plenty of time with these guys and I wish I knew what they’re doing.

“You think I would know? You think I would send them after you like that?”

“What? Nah! You hunt alone don’t you?”

“Exactly that, welp! I don’t need any hounds chasing you and herding you to me! I can and will catch you on my own terms!”

“Oh goodie. Always wanted to be mounted on a wall.” The sarcasm might’ve been lost on Skulker, but it helps me stay calm.

“Maybe some day, but today is not that day! I need you in top performance before I can hunt you down proper! For now, I will help you in your time of need. Hunter’s honor.”

“Hunter’s honor…” I respond a little quieter, honestly not sure if that’s a thing. Something about it feels less like a promise, and more like camaraderie. I suppose I could have been considered a hunter, but, “I can’t be a hunter. I’m not hunting anything.”

“Oh, aren’t you? I believe I remember you were hunting for a solution to your uh… situation…”

My situation is not the same! I can’t say that, I couldn’t even bring myself to answer. My situation… it’s hard to explain, it was a stupid spur of the moment decision. Meeting clockwork, seeing Amity Park’s future, knowing what I could become, it’s all a mess I wish I could forget. I stare at a nearby wall, holding my chest, and feeling not only my pulse but a soft drumming of something foreign and new.

I failed to save them. I failed to save my friends from disaster. I don’t know what gave them the impression I could save them, especially if I was the one that put them in danger. After that explosion, there were no survivors of that accident. I saw some kind of light leaving their bodies, I could hear a soft hum from each of the lights. The hum was familiar, but much quieter than the one I’m familiar with. I was scared, and I didn’t want to lose what little what left of my friends and family. So I grabbed on. I rushed to scoop up those little lights before they flew away or shattered with how young and fragile they were. I held them close in grief, and then, they were gone. I could still feel them now, but they weren’t in my arms anymore. What’s left of everyone is right here, with what’s left of me.

“I can’t find a solution if I’m dead.” I realize my poor choice in wording immediately. “Gone. Turned to dust. Reduced to atoms. Nothing could save them then.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have to worry about your grief anymore if, you know, you weren’t conscious anymore? I could put your cores in a jar and put it up on my mantle!”

“Oh what are you, a heartless?”

A beat. A… Heartless?

“Oh, so the welp doesn’t know grammar either, it seems!”

I don’t respond, and he seems to catch on. Why did I say that? Why is it getting to me? What is a heartless and why does it feel familiar? I try to stand again, but my legs start feeling a bit wobbly, and my head gets fuzzy. A heartless. What is a heartless? Why do I know this? My energy is spent, and as the world goes dark I hear a vague shout, and I hit the ground.

#Danny Phantom #Kingdom Hearts #Dp #Kh #DPxKH #KHxDP #not sure what order you’re supposed to put those crossover tags let alone if those tags exist yet #Danny Fenton #Sora kh #kh Sora #Written #Usually I like making comics for the stories I come up with so I can practice my drawing skills #but in this case I guess I wanted to write it out as a fic proper #I hope this is alright- I put way too much effort into the first 2 paragraphs and I’m still not sure it’s good

[ponymations]

Ayano dialogue: Doki Doki Literature club

Sayori:

“Sayori is such a sweet girl, pity she uses drugs in her off time.”

“I saw Sayori skipping school to tag buildings. You never really know someone huh?”

“Sayori should be careful, her clumsiness might lead to her fall off a building.”

"Sayori looks like a great friend, I would like to hang with her sometime."

“I pop off her scalp like the lid of a cookie jar, her mind melting on my fingers.”

Natsuki:

“I just realized you were talking to Natsuki. Took a minute since she’s SO unremarkable.”

“I cooked something for Natsuki to help her grow! It has a…special ingredient.”

“Natsuki is so cute. I just want to squeeze her until her neck snaps!”

"Natsuki's such a child, reading all of that silly manga. I bet you'd prefer a girl who reads books in the proper age range."

“You know what I heard about Natsuki? Natsuki likes maggots. And I’m gonna tell everyone.”

Yuri:

“So Yuri likes knives? Me too! I’m looking forward to showing her mine.”

“Careful with Yuri, Senpai. I tried talking to her and she cut me. So rude.”

“Did you hear about Yuri’s corpse fetish? It’s probably just a silly rumor.”

"Yuri's sophisticated act doesn't fool me, because I know what's she's hiding. Want me to tell you senpai?"

“I brandish my cutting knife, the raccoon flees in fear. A rush of blood. I slice it’s flesh. And I feed my love again.”

Monika:

“It looks like I have a tough opponent…for martial arts! Definitely that.”

“That Monika girl is weird, she told me I don’t belong in this game. What does that mean?”

"Do you know where Monika went? I could have sworn she was just here. I wanted to…tell her something."

"Dammit, where is she? I'll find her. Oh senpai! Didn't see you there. Just talking to myself."

"In your reality, if she doesn't love you, then I will."

Responses:

Sayori:

"Someone left a creepy poem about death in my locker today. I asked the other members and it wasn't any of theirs. Weird."

"Last night, I heard a strange voice while trying to sleep. It said awful things but I'm pretty sure it was just my inner voice."

"Oh my gosh! I found a noose hung outside my door! Who would do that?"

"Someone pushed me down the stairs today. Luckily I'm fine but the person left before I could see them."

"There's a girl hanging around school I've never met before. Maybe I can show her around sometime!"

Natsuki:

"I baked cupcakes this morning, but after a few minutes away I found they were all smashed! Whoever did this will regret messing with me!"

"I got a nasty email today. It said to watch my back or I'll die. Can I stay at your place tonight?"

"I found a dead mouse at my door. It was really gross. Did a cat leave it there?"

"I saw a girl staring at me at the store. They were holding a knife and it gave me chills. I told someone but she disappeared. Hope I never see her again."

"Help me! My manga showed up at my house. I don't know how they got there but we need to take them back before dad sees them!"

Yuri:

"Ever since I started reading the new horror novel, I've been feeling chills, like I've become part of one. Maybe I'm more invested than I thought."

"I found all my knives on the floor today. One of them wasn't mine and was covered in blood. I washed and kept it but it's still concerning."

"Someone sent me a gravestone with my name on it. It's actually really cool! I'll use it for this year's Halloween."

"I almost stepped on an exposed wire. It was outside my house like someone left it there. But why would someone do that?"

"OH! Someone tried choking me today with my scarf. Luckily, I had a knife and scared them away. I'm still shaken though, so can you walk home with me?

Monika:

"Ayano Aishi from Yandere simulator. Never had another game character visit my game before."

"Ayano's love for you is so strong she's crashing other games now. My love is stronger though, she won't stand a chance."

"I keep trying to delete her file, but it keeps coming back. She's really determined to kill us."

"Ayano doesn't scare me. She's such a stereotype that I can predict what she's going to do. The threatening letters, the watching through the windows, the gifts. Called them every time."

"It's actually becoming funny to watch her fail to kill me. I might keep her around a little longer before banning her file."

#crush crush #crush crush ayano #ayano aishi #doki doki literature club #doki doki monika #doki doki sayori #doki doki literature girls #ddlc monika #ddlc yuri #yuri ddlc #natsuki #sayori #crossover

[charlotterhea]

I love reading SSHG and think the two work so well together, but honestly seeing the amount of hate not just for snape but for people who ship this is makes feel almost guilty or like I’m wrong for liking this ship. Even tho I only ship them when Hermione is of age and in like AU situations where Severus survives the war and everyone’s of age. Sorry to dump this on you but I’m curious if you have any advice on how not to care about people being shitty about the ship? Like it’s all fiction so idk why people get so heated about it lol

Hey Anon!

Don't be sorry, it's absolutely fine. :) I'm sorry that the hate the ship gets makes you feel guilty. I'd like to say 'you don't have to' but that's usually not the way it works (although it's true, there are zero reasons to feel guilty for liking a fictional pair of people and even less for hating on people who do). It makes me sad that fandom can get so railed up about some characters that are not even real. Being intrigued by a dynamic doesn't make you a bad person, reading stories about dynamics that are considered problematic in rl doesn't make you a bad person. In rl, nobody would consider someone liking the book 'Lolita' a bad person, and most of the Snamione fics out there are not even remotely close to what happens in that book, not even when they begin with an underage Hermione. That's uniquely a fandom thing, one of the negatives. Since I ended up first and foremost in the Snapedom part of Tumblr (and a little bit more in the Snarry corner of it at that - though I don't know how I got here, I don't even really ship them 😂) I didn't get or witness hate towards Snamione shippers so far. But if that changes I'm pretty sure I will make extensive use of the block button. ^^ I'm too tired to let myself be dragged into some misguided purity bullshit and since I don't want to interact with people that spread hate because of two fictional characters anyway, I would just yeet them out of my field of vision and go on shipping whatever makes me happy.

So that would be my advice for you: Enjoy the things that make you happy and block everybody that wants to spoil them for you. Life's too short to feel guilty over some harmless shipping that doesn't mean anything anymore as soon as you go offline. Look out for people that ship Snamione as well and enjoy the ship with them (me for example, I need more Snamione on my feed 😁). And if you found some Snamione blogs that you like and love to follow - stop looking into the ship tag. It seems like a lot of hate is there, spread by blogs that hate the ship and use the general ship tag instead of the anti tag. I almost exclusively consume the posts on my dashboard and find new blogs through the ones I already follow (which might be the reason for all the Snarry blogs... huh! 😆). So far, that seems to work fine to avoid hate. You are not obliged to read the hate or to expose yourself to it. Use the tools the sites give you to block and/or delete what makes you feel bad. Find your cosy corner and enjoy it. :)

I hope I could help you. And don't hesitate to leave a message! I'm here for the community. 😊

#anon ask #snamione #antis #hate

[palukoo]

assigning boygenius songs to greys scenes with a friend is actually something that can be so personal

#im supposed to be writing an essay but instead im like salt in the wound plays at the end of the meredith appy ep. #addictions? merder prom scene. relative fiction? derek throwing addisons things into the rain. thumbs? idk something with thatcher. #you get the point. anyways i just texted my friend this as a question basically and she immediately started giving answers #the secret good greys has christine playing during the owen/cristina wedding but someone actually objects thanks #(i mean like for christine specifically its probably meredith. you time it really specifically so that the you always wanted kids line is #on owen but you can honestly keep 'and wonder if he'll make you a mother' on cristina) #im really exposing myself in the tags for listening primarily to lucy huh? #i listen to julien too its just that i think hardline would play in private practice actually bc most of amelias addiction/relapse stuff #is in pp i think (i am NOT a greys expert) #appointments plays during cristinas ptsd arc (which one?)/marital issues with owen (which doesnt clarify) #the point of this tho is that the women of greys are exactly fucked up enough to get access to boygenius emotions #but they should really be gayer to more fully apply :) #ANYWAYS this has been in my drafts for weeks but in light of Spotify wrapped having barely any Lucy/Julien for me bc I’ve mostly been #listening to them This month I have decided to post this #I feel like I should clarify that addictions makes the merder prom scene So tonally different but I still kinda like it #oh also ringside could play during any number of things but I am literal so at some point during the Meredith drowning arc #I had originally assigned night shift to merder also but my friend was like night shift should be Addison and Derek and I don’t disagree #bc like that’s just so much better. don’t deserve what you say you love and then neglect #god now I’m thinking about this too much!! anyways this is a kind of niche post and I will not tag it and I hope to god it does not come up #in searches. but if you have thoughts on this pls feel free to send them they will make me and my friend happy #my post

[ziee]

Yb(TeddyBear) x Reader

"Before I go, I wanted to get you something special." Your dad says, turning around to rummage in his bag. You watched his back in curiosity, wondering what he would have gotten his 22-year-old daughter. He was going on a business trip for about 2 weeks, but every time spent away from you, your dad always got you something. Mostly plushies, or some childish stickers. It started as a kid, your dad would always have to leave due to business trips, so it's kind of sweet he still does it.

"Tada!" He excitedly says, turning around while holding a large plush in his hands. In his hands, he held a rather large stuffed bear. It wore a black vest with a blue shirt, housing a rather cute black and white heart. It's fur was grey, with large blue eyes.

You smiled at him, thinking that the bear was incredibly cute for just being a stuffed bear. "Aw dad, he's so adorable!" You squealed, taking the bear from your dad's hands. He puffed out his chest in pride due to your reaction.

"I bought him in the cafe next to your work, they said he was one of a kind. I'm pretty sure he has a name too, check the tag." You rolled the tag on the bear's back around and looked at the tiny words. Your boyfriend- Peter!

"So your names Peter huh?" You smile and hold the bear to your chest. "Thank you dad, this is much better than those paw patrol stickers from last time." You playfully roll your eyes as your dad clutches his chest in a playful manner.

"You hurt me Y/n, I thought that was your favorite show." He fakes his painful expression as you laugh.

"Yeah, from like when I was 5!" You shout at your dramatic dad. Once the giggling fades, you move in to hug him. "Stay safe, ok?" You mumble into his chest. Your dad wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter in.

"I'll be back before you know it." He kisses the top of your head and lets you go, moving to enter his car. As he drives off, you wave goodbye. Returning your focus on the bear in your arms, you smile as you run your fingers through his soft fur. Entering the house, you make your way towards your bedroom.

Placing the bear on your bed, you settle him between your pillows before leaving the room. "What to do now.." You mumble just as your stomach growls. Food, of course. You hadn't even eaten breakfast. It was just 5 minutes past 9 AM. Your dad usually leaves early on business trips, so you wake up to say goodbye.

Entering the kitchen, you go to prepare some food. The day moves on as you do your usual activities on your off days. Clean the house, get some groceries, dread going to work the next day. You decided to try and relax, preparing a hot enough to melt your bones bath. Perfect.

You stripped in the bathroom, setting your clothes on the counter before realizing you forgot one thing. Wrapping a towel around your nude body, you enter your room for a candle to light. You then notice how your bear was suddenly not on your bed. Your brows furrow as you stepped closer to your bed before feeling a soft plush under your foot. You yelp and scramble backward, tripping on your own feet before falling on your ass.

You moan in pain as your rub your pained butt, looking forwards at the monster that tripped you. It was.. Peter? "Peter? How did you get on the floor?" The window wasn't open, preventing the breeze from coming in. Even though you don't think a little breeze would knock over a plush bear. Your exposed legs closed as you move to crawl towards your bear.

In doing so, your towel got caught under your knee, pulling it down from your chest. There you sat, crawling towards your bear in the nude. You didn't really care, there was no one else but you home and besides, you walked around this house naked before. You got to your bear, taking hold of its.. Hot body?

Was it in the sun or something? His fur felt warm as well a pink tint on its cheeks. Maybe you just didn't see the pink outside. You stood up, holding the bear to your chest before placing it back on your bed. "Now you stay there, alright?" You say, pointing a finger at the grey bear before grabbing the items you need, making your way back to the bathroom.

The day went on with no more predicaments. You relaxed in your bath, ate as much as you wanted without annoying comments.. And soon enough the day was coming to an end. Changing into your pj's, you stripped once more in your room and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts.

Washing your face, you hopped back into your room and jumped onto the bed. Bouncing up and down with your new teddy, you smiled before pulling out your phone. You brought the bear under your arms, looking as though you're cuddling it as you scroll through social media.

Eventually, you got tired and put away your phone on the nightstand. Turning off your light, you rolled over, away from the plush before falling asleep. As the clock reached 12, your bed suddenly bore new weight.

Your bear disappeared from view, instead, a man took its place. Beside you, the man silently watched as you slept. He wore the same as his stuffy counterpart, but with the addition of black pants. Blue eyes, almost suffocating, stared at your unconscious body.

Feeling his grin widen, so did his boxers. "Oh darling, I almost couldn't control myself after that show you pulled earlier.." He whispered as his hand ghosted your cheek, almost touching your warm skin before stopping himself. He got off the bed, making his way to the other side, towards where you've turned.

Leaning down, his face stood in front of yours. His breathing turned heavy as he stared at your face. Cheeks dusted with red blush, a large tent formed in his pants. Soon, the pounding of his cock beneath his clothes became too much for him. Growing annoyed, he figured he can just relieve himself while watching you..

The next day was busy. Having to get up early, get ready for work, and whatnot. Thankfully, the shift seemed to end quickly. Although you hate it when it gets super busy, it does make the time fly by. When you got home, you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the shower.

Walking in your room to grab your pj's, you smile as you spot Peter on the bed. "Hi Peter, did you get lonely when I was gone." You asked the stuffed animal.

...

Why are you talking to a plushie.

After your shower, you flopped down on your bed. Grabbing the bear, you set him on your chest as you stared into your phone. Peter couldn't see your face but did feel your breasts underneath him. Rising up and down from your breathing, he watched you as scrolled endlessly.

The first week went by quickly, your routine being work, shower, lounge around. Maybe do some chores here and there, obviously you had a little more control when your dad was out, and do some snack trips.

All the while, every night when the clock hits 12, your little bear would turn into a 6'5 man. Who is awfully obsessed with you. He wishes you would take him everywhere, feeling anger every time you leave him on the bed. But it's to be expected, you still only know of his toy form. That would change this week.

Only having a week until your father gets home, he doesn't want to miss his chance to introduce himself. He doesn't know why he waited this long anyway, I guess it's just so fun to watch your sleeping face as he.. Uh, does his 'activities'.

As of right now, it was about 11:50. Just 10 more minutes. He could wait that long. You had already gone to bed, sleeping like an angel, but facing away from him. He grumbled as the clock took its time ticking.

But alas, it struck midnight. He stretched his stiff body, staying in the same position every day unless you readjusted him. He moved his weight off the bed, walking over to the side where you lay before kneeling down.

He smiled as he leaned in close, feeling your soft breaths through your nose on his. Watching you sleep was a ritual, but recording every detail of you was a way of art. The way your nostrils flared slightly as you breathed out, your lips growing dryer throughout the night, and your beautiful open eyes..

Opened eyes?

The first thing you usually woke up to was either your nightstand or the ceiling. Not a pair of large, blue eyes. Wait, blue eyes? You shot up, away from the strange man as you scooted to the other side of your bed.

"Who are you." You shakily spoke, feeling around the bed for anything you could use as a weapon. In doing so, you realize your bear is now missing. Your eyes now pierce the stranger on the other side of the bed, not daring to move as he stares at you. Wait a minute..

He looks familiar. His clothing reminds you of your bear. As well as his eyes.. And skin too?? "Peter..?" You whisper, furrowing your brows. His eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yes! I'm your boyfriend." He comes up on the bed, sitting in front of you as confusion racks your brain.

"Wait- Are you really my stuffed bear?" He nods. "But how? You're a stuffed BEAR! Not a human? Are you a cursed bear or something?" You look at his skin, trying to find any markings of curses or what not when he grabs your hands softly.

"I'm not cursed. I turn into a human at midnight each night." He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "You're really cute when you sleep." Bringing your hand up, he rubs his cheek against your palm, all the while as he stares at you.

Your mouth opens, flabbergasted at what you've just been told. Your bear can turn into a human. Each night. And he's been staring at you while you sleep?? "How come you didn't tell me before? You could have just woken me up."

"You're always so busy in the mornings, and I want you to get your beauty rest.~" He mumbles, rubbing his face into your hand. You let it happen, a bit weirded out but I mean, it is your bear. Your bear.. That saw you naked... MULTIPLE TIMES.

OH MY GOD.

Your cheeks suddenly flush, remembering all the times you've been naked in your room the past week. The first day burns into your mind. He takes notice of your blush, grinning as he guesses what you're thinking about.

"You know, I've seen your body so many times yet you have never seen mine." Great observation dude, this is the first time I'm learning about it too.

"What are you saying?" His rubbing stopped, seeing him lick his lips before bringing his head up. My hand falls onto my lap as he grins.

"If you want.. I could show you." He's offering to show you his body? Actually, you've never seen a man's body. In-person, of course. It's not like you haven't had boyfriends, but you never got close enough for 3rd base. This- your teddy bear is now offering to show you his junk.

...

You were a little curious.

"I've listened to the videos you watched, and albeit I'm still furious that you would look at other bodies while pleasuring yourself but, I've only ever heard male voices." Your face burned in shame. Completely forgetting most of the time that your bear was right beside you as you touched yourself, he was right.

Your history consisted of mostly guys jerking off. You just found it fascinating and fucking hot, how they came. The different ways they would touch themselves too, and their small groans of pleasure.. Thinking about this is getting you a little wet..

"Oh um well.." You didn't know what to say. 'Yes, I wanna see your dick.' ?? God you were such a virgin. He watched you with a smirk, watching as your eyes zoomed everywhere but his eyes. He could tell you wanted to say yes, but you were just too embarrassed. Cute.

Slowly, he grabbed hold of your hands and placed them on his chest. You let out a quick 'eep' as you felt his hard chest. Looking up towards him, his encouraging smile allowed you to run your hands over his shirt. Your hands were a bit shaky at first, but you kept telling yourself this was alright. It was your stuffed bear anyways.

Moving one hand down, you poked his belly button, making him laugh a bit. That seemed to ease you, moving your hands more freely around his chest. You got curious, wanting to see under the vest and shirt.

You inched your hands down, looking up at him as you do so. You flick your fingers under his shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stared at you and grinned, allowing you to do so. "My, so eager.."  

"Shh!" You blushed as you lifted his shirt up. He took off his vest as you placed your hand just below his collar bone, holding up the shirt as your other hand cautiously touches his free skin.

His skin was cold, and grey. Flinching at your first touch, you watch in awe as his stomach clenches before relaxing. His belly button was small, a cute innie. Your hand moved up from his hips towards his nipples. They were a darker shade of grey than him, small as well.

You ran your fingers over his right one, instantly becoming hard from your touch. Your cheeks flushed with heat and color as he arched his back, pushing his chest out towards you. You softly pinched one, making him let out a soft moan. You immediately release his nipple and throw your hands up, shocked. His shirt fell after your hand left, as his eyes stared at you in confusion. "Did I do something wrong, darling?" His whispered voice made you want to writhe in excitement. You made a guy feel good! Even moan! Your fantasies were coming true, and oh boy were you gonna milk this.

"N-no.. I just got a little excited." You mumble, fanning yourself with your hands. His face morphed into one of pure delight, his cheeks dusted with the same pink as you. Lifting his hand up, he pulled his shirt up and grabbed one of your hands, placing your palm against his chest once more.

"Then by all means.. Continue to explore." You felt your legs twitch as you got even more aroused. Now with another free hand, you used both to play with his nipples. Twisting, flicking, pulling, all the while a large tent was forming under his pants. You wondered what it would feel like licking his nipples.. Should you- ask?

...

"Can I.. Can I lick them?" Peter almost creamed in his pants. Figuring you were too far though, he grabbed your waist and pulled you upon his lap.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours." He answered, begging in his head that you would do much more than lick his nips. You licked your lips as you stared at his swollen nipples, moving your head closer towards his chest before your mouth was almost touching one of them.

You opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue before giving a quick flick onto one of them. Peter's body flinched at the cold contact, creating a jolt of pleasure straight to his pelvis. You pulled his nipple into your mouth, twirling it around your tongue. He let out more moans, encouraging you to do more.

Softly biting into his skin, he continued to be at your mercy. You released him from your mouth, looking at the bite marks encased into his skin. You grinned, staring at his flushed face. "I didn't know you were so sensitive." You teased, trailing a finger around his abused nipple.

He smirked, deciding to say nothing but look down. Following his gaze, you suddenly realized that you were subconsciously grinding against his knee. You opened your mouth but closed it after not knowing what to say. God, how desperate were you?

"Didn't know you were so horny y/n." He let his shirt fall and grabbed your waist, moving you back and forth faster on his knee. You jolted and moaned, the feeling of someone else pleasuring you was far better than you expected.

"Mmm.. Oh god.." You clutched onto his shoulders as he swayed you, your shorts doing little to nothing in resistance, which you thanked. You jolted every time you moved, your breathing heavy as you felt nothing which you've felt before. You wanted more.

"Peter.. Do you wanna do it?" You moaned into his ear, still clutching onto his shoulders. He stopped moving you, softly pushing you off his knee and onto your back. Leaning over you, his wide blue eyes stared into yours. Rose dusted his cheeks as his tongue licked his lips.

"I've been waiting since day 1 to do this to you, darling." He leaned down, rubbing his head against your breasts. You bit your lip as your thighs trembled in anticipation. You could see his cock against his pants, trying to escape.

This would be your first time seeing a real cock. In person. Up close. And very, very, personal. He removed his head, touching his fingers against your shirt before pulling it off you. He stopped to admire, watching as your chest rises and falls, remembering the time he had sat there. God, you were so warm.

He moved down, pulling down your shorts. Easy enough, but he stopped at your underwear. Dragging his fingers over your clothed slit, you whined at the consistent pounding of your clit. "Patient love, like I have been.." He growled as he continued pushing into your clit. Due to how wet you were, your underwear soon became drenched at the constant pushing. He soon takes off your underwear, coming over you once more as he leaned down.

With the underwear in his hands, he takes a long lick up the cloth, sapping up all your juices. You watch, mouth agape. That was fucking hot. He smirked at your blinded reaction, too red to move. Throwing the panties on the ground, he pushed your legs up before spreading them apart.

Resting in front of you, it was now time for the grand show. "Are you ready to take me all dear?" He purred, reaching for his zipper.

"Yes! I want your cock inside me, please!" You cry, all the teasing from him was too much for your virgin self. He chuckled as he unzipped his pants, his cock almost protruding from his boxers. You breathed heavily as you stared at his erection. Such a pervert.

He brought down his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. There, his cock stood at full attention. "Is it- uh, always this big?" You gulped, seeing the size. He laughed, bringing a hand to your cheek, swiping his thumb against your skin.

"Only when I see you, darling."

"Will it fit?" You question.

Like an idiot.

"Of course it will. Don't worry, you'll only feel a little bit of pain. If it hurts, I'll take it out, alright?" He promised, giving you an oscar worthy smile. You relaxed a bit, trusting him enough to stick it in you. Just like your doctor.

You breathed out and nodded, confirming you still wanted to do it. He positioned himself over you, his tip touching your entrance. "Just relax, alright?" He leaned down, giving you the first kiss of the evening. Your lips mushed together, you being a bit less experienced but still, it was romantic.

Pulling away left a string of saliva, turning you on even more. He stroked himself over your slit before slowly pushing himself inside. The tip was alright, but past that it started to hurt. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed, stopping him immediately. He nuzzled into your neck as you breathed, trying to relax.

As soon as you were ready, you nodded against his head. He kissed your shoulder before pushing himself further in. You breathed in and out, trying to relax. "I'm- in." He panted, resisting the urge to destroy you.

"Your so- b..big." You moan, clenching his arms. He chuckled, sweat growing on his forehead.

"Thank you dear, you're the perfect fit for me." He waited until you were alright, slowly pulling out as you gave him a nod. Pushing himself back in, you gasped. Continuing to do so slowly, pain turned into less pain before it turned into pleasure.

"F-faster." You moan into his ear. He complied happily, turning up the heat with his hips. The slapping of skin commenced in the room, panting and moans swirled around the 4 walls as sweat dripped.

His thrusts were hard, pushing himself in and out of your wet hole. His cock shone from your juices as he panted in your ear. Him being inside you excited you, but hearing his groans and pants? You thought you were already close to cumming.

His hands suddenly went to your hips, gripping into your skin as he pounded harder into you. Was he already close? His thrusts suddenly went wild, pounding into you harder and harder. You saw his thighs start to shake before he lets out a long, low groan.

Hot liquid shoots into you, leaving him blinded with pleasure. His hips go into auto as he pumps his seed into you, filling you up before he stops. Pulling out of you, a trail of liquids follows him out. Great, now you'll have to wash your sheets, but to be honest, that was far from your worries.

You hadn't even cum yet! You felt him all up, let him in and you don't even get to cum?? He lays next to you, panting. You watch as his breathing slows from hurried gasps. "Had fun?" You mumble, staring into his eyes.

"Yes, you felt amazing darling." He lifts himself up, before rolling to hover over you. You're trapped under his arms, smiling at what's about to happen. "Don't think I haven't felt your glares at me, I'll get you to cum too, dear~"  He smirks as he leans down, head before your entrence.

Is he gonna..? After he put it in?!

That's hot.

You grin as you felt his hands trailing your thighs before clutching onto them. You start to feel his breath on your clit, waiting in anticipation for what's to come. You squeal as you felt the first lick. His long tongue spreading along your whole slit. It's so wet and warm, mixing with his own cum. He doesn't seem to mind though, lapping it all up along with your juices.

You moan as he gets into it, taking your clit into his mouth as he sucks. Placing a hand on his head, you softly urge him into you further, making him suck harder. Biting your lip, you muffle your moans as he twirls your clit along his tongue.

You buck your hips into his mouth, your breasts bouncing along with your body. You place your other hand onto your tit, rubbing and squeezing your nipple. It seems to boost your arousal, suddenly getting more and more sensitive.

You jolt and tremble under his tongue, squealing as the pleasure overwhelms you. You squeeze your tit hard, pushing his head into you as you buck widely into his mouth. Crying out as you cum, you see white. When that fades, you're left dazed. Your hands move back beside your hips, sprawling out onto the bed as Peter holds his head up from his job well done.

Licking his lips, he smiles as he sees you passed out from pleasure. He cleans you up, putting yours and his own clothes back on before tucking you under the bedsheets. Just as the sun rose, he gets back into his usual position, beside you.

Your dad comes back after a week since the incident. Well, the 'first' one at least. "Y/n! I'm home!" You run downstairs to greet your dad, pulling him into a hug. "Welcome back dad." You smile.

"So, did you like the bear?" He asks as he sets his coat on the rack. You grin, nodding.

"He was great companionship!"

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[theunquenchablethirst]

Hooked (Jerome X Reader)

Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx

Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man

The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.

Tag list of lovelies: @gabile18 @valeskaduh @fangirl--writes @persephoneblck

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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.

He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.

He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.

The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.

Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.

We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.

I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.

Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.

"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?

The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.

"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.

Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.

"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.

I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.

After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.

"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.

"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.

"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.

"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.

"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.

After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.

"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.

Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.

Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.

"We're here!" Jerome grinned.

The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.

"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.

"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.

"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.

"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.

"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.

He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.

"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.

"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"

I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.

"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."

I still couldn't find any words.

"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.

He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.

"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.

"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.

My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.

“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”

"Please let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."

I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.

"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.

"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."

I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?

"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."

I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.

"What was it like?" I asked.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.

“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”

I nodded shakily.

“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.

“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.

It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”

The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.

He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.

His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.

He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”

I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.

“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”

My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.

“So, let’s make this... delicious.”

A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.

“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.

He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.

He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.

“Please!” I begged.

I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...

But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.

“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”

His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.

“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”

He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.

“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”

It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.

“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”

Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.

My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.

“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.

His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.

“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”

“What? You just what?”

Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.

“What? What do you want, whore?”

“Please...”

“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”

“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.

“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.

“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes...”

“Are you gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Exactly as I say?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.

“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.

Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.

Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.

He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.

I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.

Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.

“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.

He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.

He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.

“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.

I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.

“Yes.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.

He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.

He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.

He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?

He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.

“You like that?”

I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.

“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.

He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.

He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.

“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.

“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.

All I could do was whimper and moan in response.

“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”

Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.

I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.

“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”

I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.

He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.

I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.

“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.

He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...

I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.

We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.

He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.

“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.

There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.

“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”

When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.

“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”

I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.

“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.

I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.

“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.

“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”

He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.

And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?

All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.

#gotham #jerome valeska #jerome x reader #fanfic #smut

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

“Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round… and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.

#Daniel Ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fanfic #formula one #formula one fanfiction

[legends-of-apex]

The Jacket Thief

Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider x Reader (18+)

Word Count: 1,700

Rating: 18+ (smut, car sex)

Summary: Having been craving him all day you decide that it's a good idea to steal Robbie's jacket when you meet him at the garage after work one day, knowing it's the very best way to push his proverbial buttons. It is. So is wearing very little other than said jacket whilst lounging on top of his precious car. Reader is presented as female.

A/N: If you’d like to be tagged in future Ghost Rider stuff (as I’m sure there will be more where this came from 💀) please feel free to let me know!

“Cariña, have you seen….” He trailed off when he saw you sprawled out on the hood of the charger wearing none other than,”… my jacket.”

He cursed under his breath at how good you looked. You were just sitting there waiting for him, his jacket wrapped around you as though you were a present with his name on it. Your legs were spread wide so he could see you only wore panties. You sat back on your elbows, your chest covered only by his jacket and nothing more. It hung open slightly, leaving the valley of your breasts exposed and he swore that was the best that jacket had ever looked. 

He wasn’t expecting such a lovely surprise to be waiting for him, least of all after hours in the dimly lit garage where he worked. 

You looked up at him beneath your lashes, relishing in how he couldn’t get enough of the sight of you like this, “Come and get it if you want it, baby.” You knew he’d be the one to lock up that night and that he’d have the place to himself. The perfect time for you to set your plan in motion once he went to get changed. 

He swallowed. Hard.

With wide eyes, he took in your appearance and silently thanked whatever god was listening for letting you walk into his life. “You really want to do it here? It’s not exactly the cleanest, chica.” He was looking at you over his nose as he slowly walked towards you, trying to seem casual and like he wasn’t at all imploding at the sight of you and the prospect of what came next. Seeing you in his jacket did something to him. It always had done. But seeing you wearing it in just your panties whilst you sat on top of his car? He would have toppled Rome if you’d asked.

As much as you knew this was a fantasy of his, you also knew he’d literally just finished work and was probably more tired than he’d ever admit, “If you don’t wanna, it’s cool. I can just take care of it myself.” By ‘it’ you of course meant your absolutely insatiable lust that day and as much as he would have loved to watch you deal with the issue yourself, there was a problem already growing in the confines of his jeans. 

When he finally reached you, placing a hand on the car’s hood on either side of you, you knew he was game and willing to do whatever the hell you wanted him to, “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” You asked, but already knew the answer. 

You had him wrapped around your finger, tighter than a glove.

“You know I have,” he’d told you about it once and you’d listened, listened to every little detail he let out about his fantasy of fucking you in his jacket, “Gotta admit, it suits you.” He opened the jacket wide so your bare chest was exposed to him, the cool leather teasing your skin. A flash of orange made its way across his eyes as he looked at you before bringing his mouth down to your breasts. That meant he liked it too. You tried not to think about the demon being a passive on-looker to all this, to everything in Robbie’s life.

“Shit-“ you gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth and palmed the other. The harsh leather of his driving gloves was a sharp contrast to the softness of his warm tongue. He pulled back with a satisfied chuckle when you were getting really into it, his inclinations that you were strung about as high as a harp right now were correct. You must have really needed a good fuck to go to all this effort. He probably should have guessed based on the text you’d sent him earlier.

“You want it here?” He asked when he pulled away from your chest and let you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, bringing him as close to you as the car beneath would allow. You nodded once in affirmation, and he tugged your hips closer to his and brought you in for a kiss that left you breathless. Robbie’s kisses left you breathless more often than not with how passionate he was. With the way he poured his soul into you every time. But today he was especially fervent, it probably had something to do with the jacket.

“Baby, please…” you huffed as you both caught your breath, “I need you.” The desperation for his touch rippled throughout your body and straight to your pulsing core. And here was nothing in this world that got Robbie off more than knowing you were needy for him.

He loved to see you like this, to hear the desperation in your voice. Knowing he was the only one who could help ease your frustrations made his insides coil. “You want me that bad, huh?” He asked, and you didn’t miss the smile on his lips as he said it. He was proud that he’d gotten you in such a state. All it took was a lingering kiss to your neck before he left to take Gabe to school that morning and you’d been craving him ever since.

You released a quiet affirmation, your eyes pleading with him to take you, to give you what you desperately craved.

With a reassuring kiss to your forehead, he started undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. That was his way of telling him he had you, that he was going to take care of you and give you precisely what you craved.

“Come on baby, spread 'em wide for me.” 

It was a good thing you were already soaked through your panties. Robbie of course made sure you were ready for him, fingers delicately working through your folds once he’d torn the fabric from your hips. He was so turned on by your little display that he was much quicker to enter you than usual. Normally he’d take the time to caress every inch of your precious skin, to taste and savour you. He liked to take his time. But today you were both so needy and the garage didn’t exactly make for an intimate setting that something far quicker was called for.

Once you were comfortably wrapped around him, the pace he set was immediately relentless, working you open so you had to brace one hand around him and another on the car for balance. 

“God, you take me so good.” He groaned, running his fingers over your thighs.

You gasped, begging for more and he obliged you to the point where he grabbed handfuls of your hips as he slammed into you repeatedly, pointedly. Relishing the moans falling from your lips at finally getting what you’d been craving all day. 

Each groan that left him fell so close to your ear that you couldn’t help but shiver at the sound. He pressed kisses to the side of your head when he wasn’t praising you. His words got lost in a sea of obscene sounds.

“Lie back,” his voice was rough and strained, and it sounded so good you probably could’ve come just listening to it when it sounded like that. 

You obliged him, detangling yourself from him in favour of laying back on his car. You were grateful for the new position as it meant you could get a good look at him and he at you. He looked strained, he always did when he was inside you and you knew it was because he was holding back. If he didn’t hold back he’d likely split you in half with how strong he was with the demon inside him. And you caught glimpses of that strength sometimes, although only when you asked and even then he was so careful with you. You placed your hand on the base of his stomach, diving beneath his shirt just so you could feel the muscle that tensed and released as he rolled his hips forward.

The new angle gave him perfect access to your clit and he made sure to take advantage of that, tugging off one glove so he could tease your dewy folds with precision. 

“Shit- Robbie, I’m close” You reached forward to cling to him, face tucked right into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. 

“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice was low, teasing the shell of your ear, “That’s it… just like that-“ he cut himself off with a groan as your walls clenched around him.

He pulled back away from you a little just to get a look at your face. Your eyes caught his, still glowing slightly orange, and you met together in a kiss. It wasn’t long before you were both finished and heaving, willing air to fill your desperate lungs. 

He kissed your face all over as you laughed until you caught his lips with yours once more. Then you just sat there for a moment, your foreheads resting against one another’s until you had to move. It was time to go home.

“Maybe I should steal your jacket more often?”  you suggested, looking over at him as he drove. His jacket still hung firmly around your shoulders, zipped up to cover your chest. He let you keep it for the drive home and he was going to have to pin you down to get it back later.

He laughed, a rare sound from him these days, “I wouldn’t make it a habit…” As he said it he took your hand in his before delicately bringing it to his lips, all whilst keeping his eyes on the road. With a gentle squeeze, he let your hand fall back to your lap but kept his there firmly at the curve of your thigh. The weight was comforting, a reminder of his affection and appreciation of you. Not that he’d ever let you forget it.

You covered his hand with your own and interlocked your fingers whilst his thumb continued to knead the softest of circles into your thigh. It was moments like these that made you fall in love with Robbie. His overwhelming gentleness despite the anguish he endured.

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[dottiechan]

ICEBREAKER Pt. 1

Read on AO3 (link in bio)

Part 1 | Part 2&3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader x Hunter; Tech x Reader (platonic)

Wordcount: 2389

Summary: Tech watches on helplessly as his brothers' affection for you threaten to ruin the squad.

Warnings: cursing, yearning

You’re just as cold on the inside as the ice is under your boots. It crunches with every step you take, and your heart seems to beat along with the fall of your boots, aching. You feel unsteady, almost enough to miss the tracks running in the snow right in front of you. You pause and crutch down, gloved fingers dipping into the indentations as you grumble to yourself. It’s not even your turn to scope out the area where you’re setting up camp, and besides, there is a literal tracking genius in your squad - it really shouldn’t be you who’s out here in the snow and ice, eyes straining against the blinding white of the planet, fingers freezing off as you set up perimeter alarms. And yet you just volunteered for the less than ideal task without explanation, not understanding your own decision either.

At least Tech offered to tag along, but you suspect he’s simply had enough of his brothers for a while. Not that you can blame him.

“Fascinating.”

You sigh, internally begging him to stop talking as you stand, abandoning the tracks after deciding they most likely belong to a lone whitefang. You have enough on your plate right now, with Hunter still being pissy and Crosshair avoiding you like the plague, and silence would be much more preferable right now to listening to one of Tech’s rambles.

“Did you know that this moon’s surface is almost entirely composed of water?”

“No.”

“Despite the subzero surface temperature, there are subsurface oceans underneath the ice that are warmed by the moon’s internal heat.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wish we could stay long enough for me to study the subsurface flora and fauna. There might be plants underneath the ice that-”

“Tech.”

“-that use chemosynthesis-”

“Tech!”

“What?”

He has the decency to look flustered, one hand gripping the datapad tightly, the other flying up to adjust his goggles as he peers up at you. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but sometimes you just can’t help it. Sometimes, the confinement of the Marauder is enough to turn you into a ticking time bomb, irritated by the slightest seemingly innocent things. And you’ve had more than just mere sparks to flare your temper as of late.

...

His rifle is spotless, and yet he’s still scrubbing it as if his life depended on it.

Maybe it does, because if he jumps up and lowers his guard for a second, he’s out the ship and off to find you and Tech. Maybe you’re a fool sometimes, a god damn nuisance, a person he still couldn’t grow used to, but you belong with them now, you’re theirs, you’re his, and that means something to him. You frustrate him beyond reason, and he often grows callous and agitated because he refuses to allow himself to feel the emotions you elicit from him whenever you’re near him.

Even now, on an ice planet, the mere thought of you infects him with a sweet, sweet jungle fever that knocks him off his feet.

And he’s supposed to be angry now, Crosshair reminds himself. After all, you almost gotten yourself killed on Bracca, and almost broke him in the process.

“They’ve been gone for too long,” Hunter grumbles as he paces up and down like a caged nexu craving to run free. But lately Crosshair began to suspect that he craves something else, someone else, and the thought has his throat tightening in jealousy. He’s been watching, and he convinced himself that he’d misread the signs until he saw the same agitation reflect in his brother’s eyes that he himself has to wrestle with every day.

If it ever came down to your choice, he knows he wouldn’t be it, and he hates living with this knowledge.

Hunter has all the things you seem to like - unlimited kindness, longing looks, smirks that turn a little too soft when directed at you, broad shoulders he caught you staring at more times than he can count. Deep down, he’s still hoping it will never come to you having to choose, but it’s impossible not to wish to be in the centre of your attention. You drive him insane, but you also make him want to commit and stop fighting and lay down his weapons for once in his god damn life.

“Relax. They’re probably fine.”

The screen to their left lights up, and Hunter rushes across the ship in long strides before exhaling in relief. “The proximity alarms are online. They should be heading back soon.”

Crosshair sucks in a breath, worried about seeing his own emotions sitting behind Hunter’s eyes as well.

...

You were assigned to assist the Bad Batch for an unspecified period of time some months ago. You’re a versatile field agent, specialising in both stealth and combat casualty care, one of the few volunteers who were qualified enough to join the GAR. Oh, and you’re also clearly mistrusted by your new squad as they flip out the very moment you risk yourself in the line of duty. You’re not stupid, you weighed the risks carefully, and you trusted your abilities to see you through the job unharmed.

But ever since the incident on Bracca, you’re given the cold shoulder by most on the squad, and for once, the scenery matches your mood.

And yet Tech deserves better than to be cut off like that. He deserves to be listened to, and appreciated as the good man he is. You’re friends, but in moments like these, you think you don’t deserve his friendship.

“Look, I’m... I’m sorry, okay? But right now, I have too much on my mind to think about, umm, chemo...”

“Chemosynthesis?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I think I understand,” he nods, satisfied with your half-assed apology for the time being as he goes back to scanning the vast icy desert stretching as far as the eye can see. The Marauder’s lights blink in the background, orange against the dark blue of the growing darkness that surrounds you. It’s like a beacon, a sign that promises warmth, and you gaze at it longingly until you remember that you’ll have to go back to Crosshair’s scowl and Hunter’s disapproving frown and Wrecker’s awkward little smiles. Somehow, the ice is preferable once more, and the snow that just began to fall in soft flakes is little more than a mild annoyance.

“Well, aside from a few distant life forms-”

“Whitefangs.”

“Yes, most likely whitefangs - aside from those, we should be quite safe inside the ship for tonight.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “You might be. I’m not the most popular with the squad right now, remember?”

“You are a valued addition,” Tech declares, and the certainty in his voice releases inside you the emotional equivalent of a sucker punch. All you can do is stand, and fight the sting of tears in your eyes. You’re confident, but you never in your wildest dreams imagined how difficult it would be to live up to the expectations of a special unit. You also know your worth, but it’s hard to keep on believing in yourself steadfastly when the rest of your squad doubts your every move. “Which is why the prospect of losing you elicits a rather severe emotional reaction in us. It is rare for regs to warm up to us as well as you have, let alone volunteers. Aside from the obvious tactical disadvantage losing you would mean, I believe it is a little more personal than that.”

...

Hunter knows something is off even before one of the alarms is triggered - whatever it is, it is within five clicks of the ship, making you and Tech plenty exposed before he could do anything. He was straining his ear simply to keep you all safe - so what if he accidentally heard your muffled voice, or the soft crunch of snow underneath your boots?

But now is not the time to be idle, and he knows it. He would never forgive himself if something happened to his squad. And to you, he corrects himself almost softly as he grabs his helmet and checks his weapons quickly. Despite the fact that he’s still angry about your previous carelessness, he cannot deny the forbidden yearning coiling in his stomach whenever you’re on his mind, making him just as nervous as hopeful. And to be fair, it happens more and more often as of late, which is both alarming and exciting as he never thought he’d ever have the luxury to feel this way about someone else. Sure, he knows love, he loves his brothers with all his heart even if he isn’t very vocal about it, but this is different. New, scary, exciting different, an effervescent and persevering tingling blinding all his senses.

Crosshair is beside him in less than a second, rifle in hand, silent, and they share a nod before lowering the ramp and rushing out into the freezing dusk.

When he picks up on your muffled voice, he seems to ignore everything as he breaks into a sprint towards you, hoping to reach you in time before you’re in danger. He almost misses the way Crosshair’s heartbeat picks up, the usually stoic man reeking with genuine worry as he looks through the scope of his rifle.

He can deal with this later, Hunter promises himself as he pushes down this uncomfortable feeling. But then he sees you and Tech, and he seems to forget about anything and everything - you have that unfortunate and awfully distracting effect on him.

...

“But Hunter yelled at me for being reckless for a solid hour. And Crosshair said he didn’t care if I wanted to get myself killed, but I should do it in a way that didn’t interfere with the mission. Seriously, what an asshole.”

“Nevermind what they actually say,” Tech waves his hand in mild annoyance. “Hunter was worried sick. Crosshair almost went after you. And they’re both too pigheaded to admit the real reason why they’re so worked up.”

“Which is?”

“Obviously they both view you as a potential romantic partner.”

There’s a moment of pause as you two stare back at one another before you snort and chuckle, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest as a futile attempt at staying warm. “Tech, you need to work on your sense of humour.”

“And you need to work on your observational skills and situational awareness.”

“My observational skills are exceptional,” you defend yourself, a finger held up in the air defiantly. “And my situational awareness is-”

“Lacking, as you didn’t seem to notice the whitefang return. I suggest we head back to the safety of the Marauder.”

Sure enough, the wild cat is there lurking amongst the ice dunes, its eyes glowing in the dark as they reflect the light of the ship. It shouldn’t pose a threat to you as it is alone, and relatively small, but you still consider wrestling with it instead of returning to the ship and facing the rest of the squad - somehow, even that feels like a fight more fair than the ones that await you upon your return. So you hold its gaze as it curiously inspects you, wishing to swap bodies and run away and avoid any more conflict. Before you can even think of returning to the ship, you hear quiet footsteps catching up to you.

“I thought I heard something.”

“It’s probably more curious than anything.”

Hunter unsheaths his vibroblade and twirls it in his hand so theatrically it makes you roll your eyes. He glances at you, shoulders all tense, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger, and even though his face is obscured by his helmet, you can almost see the disappointed frown sitting on his features. “You want to test that theory?”

“My money would be on the whitefang winning.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tech.”

“Any time.”

“Relax.” The distorted rasp of your commlink is not enough to drown out the smugness of the sniper. The stand-off ends when a single well-placed shot right before the big cat sends it sprinting away into the darkness. You all turn to find Crosshair standing by the ship, his rifle still aimed at the retreating form of the whitefang.

“Well, there goes my opportunity to finally have an interesting patrol,” you mutter to yourself as you all make it back to the Marauder.

“Do all of your patrols end in you staring down carnivores?” Crosshair snorts, clearly unamused.

“Only the good ones,” you fire back, deciding not to wait for any of them as you head inside. Crosshair is hot on your heels, another string of mockery sitting on the tip of his tongue, because fuck, you’re stubborn, but he’s not going to cave in and tell you how it makes him feel to see you in danger. He can’t, however, put up with being away from you either.

Hunter lingers a little outside. He has to set himself straight, to contain all the things he wants to say you that have nothing to do with scolding you about Bracca, to kill all the feelings that suddenly demand to be felt so desperately. He clenches and unclenches his fists by his side, pretending to survey the surroundings of the Marauder. Tech moves in the periphery of his vision, but instead of following you and Crosshair, he steps closer to Hunter.

“I believe the threat’s been averted.”

“Yeah. Good job on setting up those alarms, Tech.”

“No problem. Is there anything else you need?”

“No. You should head back inside. The last thing I want is for you to keel over with hypothermia.”

“That’s not how hypothermia works,” Tech mutters, his voice trailing off, eyes uncertain behind his goggles. He suddenly places a gentle hand on Hunter’s shoulder, making the sergeant glance at him.

“Hunter, I’m only asking this because I care about you all, but... how long do you think this can go on before one of you gets hurt?”

Tech’s words echo in his mind long after he’s rejoined the squad on the ship. And Hunter just stands outside in the snowfall, watching the last rays of light disappear on the horizon, wondering which one of you he’ll have to hurt when the push comes to shove.

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