#idk man maybe after I eat I’ll like walk around or something

[netherfeildren]

Notes On a Virtuous Affair

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: One would think this road ends in something virtuous—a greenness so dazzling it hurt the eyes—and not the sort of man waiting in his far out removed solitude.

He was the experienced one, you the innocent. It should have been different. Maybe it should’ve felt different. And yet, there was something in him that made you feel very much the conquering one, you the baptizing one.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: Post outbreak; Jackson Joel Miller; Dom/sub undertones; Rough Sex; Impact Play; Face Slapping; Spanking; PIV sex; Ass Play; Oral Sex (m!receiving); Come Eating; Throat Fucking; Unprotected Sex; Potentially Toxic Dynamics? (haha?); Complicated Feelings; They Love Each Other in Their Own Weird Way, Ok?; Older Man/Younger Woman; Idk What This Is, I Don't Expect You to Either;

A/N: miss you guys, sorry for the disappearing act <3

Word Count: 3.1K

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Notes On a Virtuous Affair

Sunlight spills over everything, and the pastoral green leads you to him. 

One would think this road ends in something virtuous—a greenness so dazzling it hurt the eyes—and not the sort of man waiting in his far out removed solitude. 

But there’s an incongruity afoot here that only you appreciate.

The secret lies in that there’s a riddle woven through the three miles you pilgrim to see him weekly. The first, a boon, the green lush wasteland, if a thing that’s alive can be wasted. The second, an honesty, I’ll venture this distance for him. The third, a precursor, when your muscles start to tingle, your thighs, hot and itchy, nape, coated in a taste of salt. Your feet crunch along the gravel and dirt, protected by the soft leathered boots inherited from Lucy who’d died last Monday. A good start to the week, with new boots, and a thoughtful gift she’d left you, your friend, when your own shoes were so worn from all the walking you do for him. The end of the world changes death, finds good things within it. 

The sun warms the bridge of your nose, and you tip your face up to the too-bright light, trying your hardest to look straight at the intensity of it. He’s very much like this too. Why would you look directly at the sun if not for the hurting it brings? Your palms splayed forward at your sides, the breeze moving through your fingers, and the world is all around you alive in this apocalypse. 

Jackson is left further and further behind as you move towards him, and what no one understands, not even Joel Miller himself, is that there is something virtuous about this affair.

-

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now,” he says down at you, bare as the day you were born and kneeling before his clothed and towering height. Nothing but the heavy hanging length of his cock is naked for you, the first you’d ever seen in your whole life. If he had his way, the only one you’d ever see for the rest of it. The wide head is slick and glossy, the way it bobs obscenely from his open jeans looking like the weight of it would hurt, the way it juts from the bed of hair at this groin like a threat to you. 

You know now, after all his focused training, that it only hurts him when you don’t tend to it as he needs, that it’s only a threat when you fail to do the same. He’s shown you the rules of hurting, in all these months you’ve come your three promised miles to him time after time. Shown you how it comes easy, that of hurting someone you love. A running in place sort of thing. You know all the steps that will come, the exact spot you’ll tread in. The way to propel yourself forward to finally leave that same place, avoid it, if you want. 

“Open wider. Won’t fit like that,” he clicks his tongue, voice a burr as he grips his throbbing flesh and with the other too big hand, also like a seeming threat, but not, he gives you a quick, softly stinging slap to the high of your cheekbone. The sound, fast and snapping like his disapproving tongue. You swallow a moan, looking up at him with that look in your eyes you know disturbs him, adoration, letting the hinges of your jaw go loose, saliva pooling beneath the cover of your tongue. “Don’t you want me?” He asks. 

And you blink once, moan crossing the bridge to a laugh if your mouth wasn’t stretched wide as it’ll go. He sees it though, skipping water in your eyes and gives that half smile, the mean one, the one that says he has all the answers in the world, knows all the things there are to know, that one you like best. Good girl, and his voice makes no sound, only the shape of the words on his mouth. You haven’t been good enough yet to hear the real thing of them out loud. This tells you that you must apply yourself to the task at hand, making him come. 

One heavy tap to the flat of your tongue sticking out for him first, and then he’s slicking that fat head against the surface, giving you the first real taste, salt and musk trickle down the back of your throat and you moan again, eyes screwing shut tight, cunt aching something fierce. Leaking just like the tip of his cock leaks too. 

That’s the thing about this thing, the one you see very well and Joel still fails to. The two of you, as disparate as you might seem, are the same in all the basic but most important ways. Too much in common for him to look at in the eye comfortably and still do the things you do. 

“Open your throat. Get me hard.” In your head, he calls you baby. In reality, only sometimes, when you’re extra good, does that happen. But in your imagination, where it matters more, he doesn't ask nice, but you are his baby. 

He slides back, back, hits the end of your throat, pulls out against the wet heat of your tongue. You keep your jaw wide until you feel him harden entirely, until he stretches his neck back, tendons jumping stark, clench of his jaw fluttering with a choked groan. “Suck me,” your permission to savor him like you need to. 

Hands pressed firmly to your bare knees, not digging at your soft wet like you’d like, or pawing at him as you’d like even more, you close your lips around him, cheeks hollowed and suck hard, tonguing at his slit on the pull back so that he’s bearing his teeth at you in a growl and shoving forward again hard, a snarl as the cinch of your tight throat strangles the head of his cock on every one of your swallows. Your eyes water, but he pets softly at the same spot he’d stung earlier with his slap. 

A game you used to play with your siblings, who could slap one another harder until the other gave out. It’d taken a while for you to come to the realization, but eventually, you’d realized the memory of it in your mind as it exists now wasn’t innocent the way it should’ve been. That there had been something you’d liked about it in a strange way—that hurting. That the first time you’d asked Joel to play the same game with you, you’d wanted him to slap you other places just as hard until you gave out also. 

The games were part of the thing. His own strange rules, like the way you couldn’t touch him sometimes—you dig your bitten down nails into the soft skin of your inner thighs—only when he said it was okay was it allowed. The way you were never allowed to touch your cunt unless he said so also. He had weird things about him, turned strange by the dangerous ways of life. Like the solitude, the house out and away, the begging you had to do for him to have you. 

Sameness. 

He wraps his fist in your hair, more sting, “Gonna fill your belly with my come, yeah?” His thrusts pick up pace, pulling your head back as far as your neck allows so that he can fuck your throat in full, jaw hanging wide, and you’re just the wet and willing hole you know he sometimes wishes you could always stay as. 

The thick cock against your tongue throbs once, twice and then he’s spilling hot and heavy down your open throat, sweet salt against the back of your tongue while you try and breathe through his strangling, tears spilling.

When he pulls back, slipping wet and heavy from your mouth you fall forward onto your palms, breathing fast, almost hyperventilating, stinging with the forced will to remain obedient. Your spine burns beneath your skin and your sore jaw hangs unwillingly open, sloppy mouth dripping a string of semen between your splayed palms. 

He crouches before you, dripping cock like your mouth, milked to heavy softness hangs long and sated between his thighs. And he pets your crown, the vulnerable shell of your ear, whole body on fire so that every inch of skin hurts without his touch, hurts worse with it. 

“Good girl,” he says now with voice. 

-

The walk seems longer some days. A thousand miles plus an eon instead of merely three. Especially on the days you’re more desperate than usual. The ones when your stomach feels full of sugar for him and the memory taste of his cock is already aching in your molars. Those days your steps are hurried, look in your eyes frenzied to get to him, to escape the things you leave behind. A too full house, your sister’s squalling, teething baby, your little brothers, and too many mouths to feed and not attention to be had, not enough mother for everyone to get loved. 

There’s reasons for this game between the two of you, you’d had to come out and find your attention somewhere else. 

Your love too. 

And if it comes with a sting sometimes, well, so had your mother’s. You like it like this now. 

The first time he’d touched your cunt: show me that pretty pussy, baby, and he’d had you from that very first sweet word, you gonna let me finger it? You’d spread wide, leaked into the cup of his palm like a whore, you’d needed to make sure he was for keeping from the first try, you see. So you’d done all he’d said, taken four fingers and only cried a little bit but whined a lot. Been all, hurts, Joel, high pitched and dragging his name out on a puppy whimper. 

He’d given you that first lesson in hurt the very first time: Yeah? Supposed to. A real mean man. And then made you gush into that very cupped palm so that he could drink of your sweetness. 

He was the experienced one, you the innocent. It should have been different. Maybe it should’ve felt different. And yet, there was something in him that made you feel very much the conquering one, you the baptizing one. 

The third mile comes to an end, the precursor, over, his house in view. It’s all quiet and slumbering and the long grass pulls you forward with its wind blown sway. The wide door to his shed is propped open, half finished rocking chair up on the workbench that sways with the intruding gust. The grass whispers behind you, the dark woods across the field moan, and he’s nowhere while the Tetons loom in the distance. 

You drag your fingers along the slats of his house as you pass, everything is so quiet, like he’d never been here. Like he’d gone and left you the way he’s promised he’d never do. Your belly feels bloated with heat, heart turned into four incongruous chambers that no longer beat in tune, memories of him rioting between each thump. Your cunt goes soft and drooling in your panties as your fear beats higher and higher, and you come to the mouth of the shed, peering into the cool darkness of this little place where he makes his beautiful things. The things that go into people’s homes to be used by people’s families to be stored in people’s memories.

The gleam of the sun does not cross the threshold, and you brace your palms on either side of the wide door, the air thrums and he’s not here—yet—you slide the toe of Lucy’s old boot across the border of sunlight into sanctuary and peek your closed-eyed face into the shade right before you’re taken bodily to the ground by his heavy weight. Palms catching splinters, his strong chest heaves into the line of your spine, strong arm at your waist to pull your breath from your lungs and your legs from under you. 

He forces you belly first to the ground, other hand circling your throat in the imitation of a strangle lest you lose yourself and decide to struggle for the first time ever. But you dig your fingernails into the dirt, scratching for purchase in preparation of what’s about to come, all the fight going out of you; body, half in shadow, half in sunlight. Your bones feel salt bleached. An over abundance of sodium in the blood that renders you catatonic for him.

He nuzzles soft at your nape while his hand shoves under your dress, ripping your underwear down your legs so that the elastic cuts into your tender skin to hurt. All incongruous movement, this man is. 

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to go creepin’ ‘round strange men’s homes?” His voice is so deep, drawled, broken up into different notes of lust and anger and temerity. All the strange things that make Joel Miller up. 

Yeah, you sigh into the dirt. “Told me exactly how it’d go for me if I did.”

You hitch your rump up then, presenting your cunt for fucking. The breeze doesn’t do half to soothe the throbbing wet. The sort of ache that’ll only be fixed by something heavy inside the hurting place. The sound of his belt quiets the disparate chambers, the beat in your ears of rushing blood is uniform now, there’ll be a wet spot in the shape of you in the dirt when he’s through. You lift your hips higher, knees scraped rough as you spread wider, face pressed to the ground and your fingers are well and burrowed in their little gouges now. 

He smacks the heft of it against you asshole, spits and presses a little. He likes to scare you sometimes. Nooo, Joel, all whining stutter, but with your back arching deeper like a little babied liar; you don’t mind where he puts it, only that he puts it somewhere.

“Hush,” he soothes all nice, spanks your ass once all not— “Gonna teach you a lesson.” And shoves inside, bumping against your womb on the first try, stretching your hole too wide, too quick. And there’s no prep, no qualm. No need to hesitate when you own a thing. You swallow your animal cry, ah ah ah, you want to hear how good you’ve been out loud. He grips your hips tight enough to bruise which is what you know he wants and fucks hard and fast, each swing whistles with ownership. 

He fucks you in the dirt like an animal, and this affair is virtuous. 

He teaches you the truth about hurting, about ownership, about so many things that only a man like Joel Miller could teach a girl like you. And all the while he tells you that you’re too pretty to take such an ugly fucking. 

The way he works your cunt, hungry, balls swinging wet so that they sting like his slaps, tip battering hard so that it aches like gratitude. 

These are the things three miles give you. A whole man to teach you about the whole world. 

The slick squelch of your overwhelmed cunt sounds loud, no more disparate heartbeat, no more green grassed whispers. Only the sound of his grunting above you like an animal remains. “You’re the perfect little cunt. You know that, baby?” There it is, you sigh. Start to tremble around him like that, like his good baby that you are, desperate flutters, little gash being fucked into obedience like you need. Your overwhelmed pants make little dirt dream clouds before your eyes as you start to come for him, crying his name, crying your love, crying that you’re so, so thankful. 

“Don’t stop, Joel. Not yet.” And he loves it when you beg, loves it when your cunt pulls tight like a knot.  

“Not yet,” he promises because he might be a real mean man, but he loves you like separating salt from blood.

Complicated and precise. 

When he’s through with you, there’s sunlight spilling over everything again. It’s journey goes on and on, and his semen drips from your cunt now. He turns gentle, thrusting still, making sure it’s fucked deep, pulsing in time with your own throb. Rhythms merge between the two of you. 

His rules are strange, his claims over you equally mysterious. He won’t say things out loud, won’t let you touch any real part of him, but his strange truths ring loud anyways, and when your heart isn’t disjointed, you hear him perfectly well. 

When he lays you out bare and trembling across his messy bed, the groaned pains of his age and rutting in the dirt like an animal sound from him as he drapes himself alongside you. Large and hairy, feet hanging off the end of the bed, entirely real with one knee propped up so that his thick cock lays heavy and soft over the swell of his belly. Your heart beats soft and overfull now. 

You watch the sun set across the planes of his chest and bask in the blue dark as the night draws breath around you. The work of meting out obedience to little girls who come searching for it is toiling, and you watch him melt into sleep, but right before he’s just gone away from you, with a single finger petting at the jut of the old broken bone in his shoulder, your whispered plea: Will you give me a falseness? You don’t call it a lie. This is a virtuous thing, after all.

Lies aren’t allowed in this house. 

He breathes a deep sigh, and you watch the fan of his long lashes sweep open, staring up at the shadowed rafters of his home. You swear you can see each and every individual whisker in his thick beard, dark and gray dispersed throughout. You see every single detail. 

He’d told you once there were ghosts here, in this house, and you’d learned later it wasn’t a lie. This became more and more obvious the more you got to know him. 

He stares up at them now. 

When he’d taken your virginity, when it’d left you the way you’d always imagined it would, covered in tears and blood and semen, you’d made that promise to each other. That you wouldn't lie, that he’d have all of you, that you’d not touch all of him. The ghost lay beside you in the damp bed of your lost innocence that day. It’d been just so ever since and over many miles of three you’d come to appreciate the realities of it. Who could be more connected than two people who always tell each other their truths exactly as they are?

“Give me a falseness,” you say again, not a lie. 

“A good kind of a bad kind?”

You flip a mind’s coin, wish you could see the exact ghosts he sees— “Bad.”

He turns to look at you, this half smile he wears is your second favorite one now, the honest one, and it’s all there for you to see. All the disparate chambers of Joel, just like your heart beating in your ears. You suppose the ghosts don’t matter then. 

“I don’t love you.”

And you nod solemn. Bad, like a whisper, like your game. 

You smile back, the one you know he likes best, the one that looks like his.

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[laomelettedufromage]

So apparently when you graduate college, you get to unlock a whole new sleuth of issues depending on what you do or happens after

#hiiiiii making tumblr my diary again<3333 #today is another bad day which I was afraid we were heading here #I think a lot of it is I just got less sleep #and it always seems to get worse on the weekends when everyone is like out partying and doing stuff yknow #anyways I used to be a very independent person who was good at keeping myself from being lonely and bored #but now I’m struggling very hard with both of those things which just feels so DUMB #but while there’s some things I can do to kinda help alleviate the boredom #there’s really nothing I can do for the loneliness at the moment which kinda sucks #and also the loneliness is definitely new #like it isn’t but me identifying it as loneliness is new #I think originally I was chalking it up to jealousy and boredom #and those two emotions are definitely still there #but I don’t think I’m giving loneliness enough credit😅 #which sucks because I’m not technically ALONE… ever #it’s just my coworker doesn’t really fill the hole yknow?? and then I also feel bad for him for that #even though I know that’s not my guilt to take on #but I know I’ve been very moody IM MOODY RIGHT NOW and it’s hard to keep that contained and so some of it gets taken out on him #which feels bad because he doesn’t deserve it AT ALL #and also I really do want to leave a good impression on these people😔 #idk man maybe after I eat I’ll like walk around or something #call one of my roommates #and then maybe start work on sewing my Jean jacket or somethin #it’s going to be a long month and my brain seems determined to make it suck😅 #personal

[trsrina]

valentine’s day with zerobaseone

gn reader, established relationship, fluff !! mentions of food, not proofread

jiwoong

- even after having been in a relationship with jiwoong for some time now, you still kick your feet and get all excited when you receive your yearly valentine’s surprise from him

- sends a box of chocolates and a bouquet of blue roses to your workplace in the middle of the day with a love letter in it (probably some cheesy love poem he racked his brain to come up with and feels very proud of)

- it will probably be something like “roses are red. my face is too. that only happens when i’m around you” written with crayons and decorated with silly childish stickers and doodles ,and you had to resist letting out the loudest laugh ever at that since you were still at work

other members under the cut!

zhanghao

- sorry but YOU have to ask him to be your valentine, not the other way around and you have to do it fast before anyone else (hanbin) snatches him away from you

- no but seriously he would’ve cleared out his entire schedule for that day just to spend it all with you going out just idk eating at some cute but overpriced café (don’t worry, he pays), shopping and just gossiping over some coffee

- ends the day with a night stroll at a park with your hands intertwined and swinging by your sides maybe feed some ducks you saw while chatting the night away and just giggling to each other about something silly. it was simple but meant so much to the both of you

hanbin

- this is so serious for him like no one takes valentine’s day as serious as him so he makes sure to give you princess treatment throughout the whole day

- you wake up to the sound of a grizzling pan and smelling the aroma of the breakfast he’s preparing for you and damn this man CAN cook. serves you a five course meal at 8 am in the morning with like heart-shaped pancakes and eggs like this man is not real (sorry i just love domestic hanbin)

- after breakfast, you two return to bed since you were still feeling sleepy. he cuddles you to sleep, your head buried in his chest and literally clinging onto him, him with his arms tightly wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, gently patting you to sleep as he leaves small pecks all around your face and he probably has even more stuff planned later in the day

matthew

- matthew biggest green flag. spent so long planning the perfect valentine’s date for you and surprised you with a romantic picnic at the beach. he even sets up a table and chairs for the both of you, made sure all the food was perfect

- i can envision him covering your eyes during the walk from the car to the beach then surprising you. pulls out your chair for you and pushes your hair behind your ear and when you ask why he’ll say, “just wanted to take a better look at your pretty face”

- makes you giggles at his jokes the whole time and at last, gives you a final surprise which was an adorable cake with ‘happy valentine’s day’ written on it with icing that he spent the majority of yesterday making for you (u have no idea how many times he had to redo it)

taerae

- he serenades you. that would be the most taerae thing to do like seriously. he would start planning since christmas, writing a whole love song for you, him writing and composing it for you all by himself

- he would be so nervous when the day arrives. he would take you out to a nice restaurant, surprising you with flowers and all, then when the both of you return home, he sits you down on the couch and takes out his guitar

- starts strumming and you’re like, “i don’t recognise this song?” and realises that he wrote it and it took everything in you to not start crying on the spot. serenades you with his honey-like sweet voice while looking into your eyes like a lovesick man, literally making heart eyes at you and smiling like an idiot

ricky

- sends you a text in the morning which reads, “morning, baby. happy valentine’s day. i reserved a table at xxx restaurant for us at 6 pm. i’ll pick you up at 5:30 pm. i love you.”

- the moment you receive that text you start giggling and kicking your feet while burying your face into your pillow, only ricky can make you feel this way.

- you dress up for him and the moment you see him, he’s leaning against his car in a button up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a huge bouquet of flowers. holds your hand the whole time, during the ride and dinner, listens intently to all of your rambling during the whole of dinner and also pays !!! (bc he’s young and rich)

gyuvin

- rings your doorbell enthusiastically with flowers and gifts dressed in his best attire, fixing his hair every few seconds to make sure he looks perfect for you. shyly hands you the bouquet he arranged himself when you open the door

- he would drag you to a dog café for your date and he’s most likely even more excited about this than you, just looking at the bright grin on his face and the giggles he lets out while he plays with the puppies makes a smile appear on your face too

- would probably point at every dog and says it looks like you because it’s cute just like you. no but imagine you guys sharing a pasta together and accidentally recreating the lady and tramp scene omg

gunwook

- bowling date with gunwook omg okay his jaw will literally drop the moment he sees you arrive all dressed up like he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous and won’t stop giggling and blushing every time he glances at you

- pays for everything and takes the chance to show up his skills in bowling. coolest guy ever just the way he confidently strikes the bowling pins with the bowling ball but gets so shy and blush when you cheer for him and compliment him

- and when you’re getting food together at a restaurant, he would not stop staring at you. his head propped up on his hand as he stares at you hopelessly, utterly lost in your eyes and down bad. type to wipe your mouth for you when you have something in the corner of your lips.

yujin

- your first valentine’s day together so he would be so anxious about it and shy. he would make sure everything goes smoothly and plans it all out like buying tickets to that movie you said you wanted to watch in advance and making reservations for a restaurant you mentioned you wanted to visit before (most likely the first time he ever made a reservation by himself in his lifetime)

- takes you to the movies and insists on paying for your popcorn and drinks. probably watching some cheesy romcom together and since it’s valentine’s day, you’re surrounded with couples which just makes him even shyer

- holds your hand and whispers silly comments about the movie in your ear throughout the movie. he couldn’t focus at all because you were right beside him

short little valentine’s headcanons that i rushed to make it on time 😓

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[elsweetheart]

Hi angel!! I’m obsessed with your writing😭 Idk if you’re doing requests (pls disregard if not!) buuut if you are how do we think Ellie would display causal dominance? Like I feel like it’s such a given with Abby but I feel like with how protective Ellie is she would 100% be the same just maybe not as “direct” as Abby? Idk the thought had me giggling and kicking my feet🫶

hi luv yes ofc <3

ellie williams + casual dominance hcs

• first of all, ellie is incredibly protective. a lot of it shows through her body language, the way she’ll immediately stand infront of you when danger presents itself, or guide you around with her hand either on your waist or your lower back. if the two of you are walking to your next location with your group she’ll keep an eye on you even if she’s discussing the plan with someone else. if you wander off, she’ll wrap her hand around your arm and gently tug her back towards her. “jheez, man am i gonna have to leash you or something? stay where i can see you.” she demands in the softest voice she has before turning away and continuing to talk to whoever she was talking to before. it seems bossy, but it always makes a warm safe feeling blossom in your chest knowing she’s always watching out for you.

• she’s always gonna put you before herself. it’s a no brainer for her, as she feels like she has taken on a role as your protector. if you’re low on food, she’ll come and sit besides you placing the tin and spoon into your hand. “c’mon, eat up. you need energy.” if she can let you sleep just a little longer in the mornings, she will. if you’re cold, she’s taking off her jacket and putting it on you, standing in front of you and doing it up for you. “warmed it up for you.” she doesn’t let you fight her on any of this, and you know you won’t win against her word.

• i’d like to think of ellie as quite a soft dom because she’s such a secret softie simp. if she’s talking to you and she doesn’t feel like you’re focusing she’ll pull you in and kiss your cheeks before rubbing her thumb along them and ensuring you look at her. “heeey, i’m talking to you pretty girl.” she’ll coo before continuing.

• she hates when other people try to boss you about because uh, that’s her job. you’d be climbing up a wall to be a look out and she’d yank you back down by the back of your jacket with a questioning look. “where are you going?”

• “jesse told me i should—” you start to explain, brows furrowed. she knows you’d listen to just about anyone but she didn’t want you putting yourself in danger. “stay back inside like i told you. y’don’t have to listen to anyone else but me okay? where is he? i wanna talk to him.” and just like that she’s already storming off to lay into him.

• will quite literally kill anyone that crosses you 😬

• she makes sure you’re looking after yourself and helps you out with the small things. ellie likes to stay up and think / plan for a while at night time, but she’ll make sure you’re going to bed at a reasonable time every night. “excuse me, you need your beauty sleep. c’mon, i’ll even tuck you in. i know, i know, i’m the best girlfriend ever.” she jokes as she nudges you towards your shared bedroom. another common occurrence would be your shoe lace coming untied whilst you’re walking somewhere, and ellie doesn’t even stop what she’s saying to drop down and pull your foot up onto her knee when she notices so she can quickly tie it back up for you. when she’s done tying she’ll always pat your foot or leg before standing back up and guiding you to continue moving.

• never lets you do any heavy lifting. her and the others will be moving boxes or planks or something and you’ll come and stand by her and hold your arms out with a polite smile, waiting to be passed something. ellie will simply glance your way and shake her head as she continues telling you “you’ll hurt yourself, baby.” casually and quietly which gives you butterflies <33

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[sorastage]

i’m not yours!

rejecting randoms that hit on you. lucifer / mammon.

leviathan / satan

lucifer ☆

while on an outing with him, you get separated for a bit. you’ve gone off to a cotton candy stand and you’re counting all the cash you have.

you realise you don’t have enough spare change…

“fuck… i don’t have enough.” you say to the vendor, but as you’re about to walk away, a random demon slams some cash down and pays for your food.

“it’s okay my dearest! i’m here to help the cutest human ever out.” he proclaims, as he flings his arm around your neck while forcing the cotton candy cloud into your hands.

“who the fuck are you? i don’t need you paying for my shit.”

“don’t get snappy with me. i could rip your heart out in a second.” he snarls, practically spitting onto your face.

“are you insane? if i called lucifer right fucking now you would die. immediately.” you spit right back at him.

his eyes look above your head and he suddenly starts sprinting in the other direction.

“what..? i’m not that scary!” you turn around, and notice that lucifer is standing right behind you.

“so, you’re using my name to scare off demons. you’re lucky i was here before anything really bad happened.” lucifer smiles while looking at your shocked face.

“i was handling it fine by myself! i didn’t need your help!” you start to protest.

“yeah. sure. whatever.” he grabs your free hand and starts to pull you away from the stand, where a crowd of demons have gathered.

“you should hold my hand so you don’t get hurt. and eat your cotton candy before it melts.”

mammon $

after him relentlessly bothering you to come and spend time with him at the casino, he ignores you to play infinite a few rounds of blackjack.

bored of watching him go on a losing streak, you take off to the bar.

as you state your order, someone suddenly puts their arm around you and says, “it’s okay babe, don’t get your purse out, it’s all on me.”

you turn round and see a demon waving his card around while grinning at you.

“no, that’s fine. i’m here with my boyfriend, i don’t want to give you any ideas…” you try to reject him nicely, as he doesn’t seem like that bad of a demon.

“well my darling, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know…”

what?

“do you know who my boyfriend is?” you ask, trying to save this man the embarrassment.

“probably no one worth worrying about. definitely broke too. just take the drink and come with me sexy.”

ughhh, what a disgusting creep!

“this is your last chance. i’m being nice. go home.” you warn him. whatever happens next, is not your problem.

the demon’s face twists into one of rage. he grabs your arm and tries to drag you out of the casino.

you lean forward and bite his arm as hard as you fucking can.

“get off me!” you shriek.

he screams in pain and yells obscenities at you.

he lurches towards you and there’s a loud bang.

“mc?? are you okay? i heard you screaming and- i saw this guy- i’m so sorry for leaving you alone-” mammon starts to freak out as he checks your body for injuries.

“i’m fine. just a bit shaken up… he tried to get me to cheat on you with him! he’s crazy!”

hearing this nearly drives mammon off the edge of the world, but he tries to stay calm in front of you.

“yeah. he’s fucking insane if he thinks you would ever leave me for him. you know what? let’s take his cards and get out of here? how about that swanky restaurant that opened near here?” mammon shakes the beaten demon down for his cards.

he kneels down and asks the near-unconscious demon, “what’s your pin?”

he takes the credit cards with the highest limit then announces,

“this guy’s pin is 8463!”

as a flock of demons start to crowd the man, mammon takes your hand.

“just stay close to me next time. i don’t want this happening again, you hear me?”

“wait. i have to do something very important.”

you take the drink the freak bought you off the counter and dump it onto him.

yes. maturity at its finest.

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idk, maybe i’ll do this for the others too.

i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

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[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

So idk if you write for Pope (but he’s very underrated and my fav, if you don’t then could you do this for rafe?)

A Pope fic where you and Pope haven’t had sex for a while for some reason (like maybe one of you were sick or on vacation or just busy) and when you guys finally have alone time together and you guys are making out and he goes to undress you, you remember that you haven’t shaved/waxed recently and you’re like “wait no stop” and of course he gets worried he did something wrong and you were uncomfortable with something and you’re like “no nothing like that I just haven’t had time to shave” and he’s just like “🤨 okay?” And you’re like “so we should probably stop, I can still help you out though” and he’s just like “why does that matter” cause he’s just dumbfounded that you would think that is important to him

i'm grown | pope heyward x reader

Summary: Pope is highly offended that you think he would care about something so trivial.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, fingering, missionary, eating out, insecure!reader, light spanking, doggystyle

A/N: Pope is most definitely underrated so this was fun to write cause I do have a special place in my heart for that man💕

You moan into Pope’s mouth as you walk him back into the bed. He grabs your waist to pull you down with him as he falls clumsily, causing the two of you to laugh. You move to straddle his hips, leaning over him with a smile.

Pope grins back as he brings his fingers to push your hair out of your face, meeting you halfway to push his lips against yours in a less rushed manner. You had to remind yourselves that you had time; something you haven’t had a lot of lately. In fact, it’s been almost a month since you’ve had any quality time.

If Pope wasn’t working, you were; and with the free time you two did have it was spent around the Pogues where there isn’t really much privacy or lack of interruptions. The two of you were going insane.

Not even due to just a lack of sex, but the quality time you were missing out on. Being able to talk for hours about the most random, bizarre topics. Binge watching movie series over and over to catch the things you missed. You’d been dating for over a year, so it’s not far off to say you guys like being around each other.

The sex was just a really, really good bonus.

When you snuck over to see him after a late shift, falling asleep almost instantly, Pope woke up this morning with one saying on his mind. Desperate times call for desperate measures. So, he called in sick for you, told the Pogues not to call unless it was an absolute emergency, and sent his parents off to an early brunch with only minor setbacks. No one would be within a ten mile radius, which was perfect for him.

The two of you continue to make out slowly, pulling away so he can sit up to take his shirt off. Pope talks as he does so, something he does often that you find cute. It’s always a small conversation, even between rounds of sex he just wants to ask you how your day was.

“Did you sleep well?”

You giggle as he lays back down, hands grasping the sides of your neck lightly to bring you down with him into a soft kiss. Running your hands down his chest to his stomach, Pope shivering against your fingertips, you begin to lightly grind onto him.

“Yeah,” You hum against his lips. “You kept taking the blanket though.”

“I’ll get two for tonight.”

He grabs your ass in his hands, guiding your movements against him as he starts to harden in his boxers. You palm his bulge, causing Pope to groan as his hips raise. He asks you between small pecks, “‘Move to the top of the bed?”

You nod, moving to the top of the bed and laying down. Pope follows, hovering over you with his hands on either side of your head. Your hands come out to touch his waist as he presses himself against you, wrapping your legs loosely around his.

Pope’s phone rings, making him groan as he sits up straight, reaching over to the nightstand to grab it. answering it with a huff. Your legs are still loosely wrapped around him when he sits back up straight above you, bringing one hand to rub at your thigh.

Your jaw clenches in annoyance, halfway ready to throw his phone across the room if he didn’t hang up in thirty seconds.

“JJ I’m busy-” Pope says between clenched teeth, the blonde interrupting him. Pope furrows his eyebrows as he scoffs. “Wh- No I haven’t seen your weed.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes screwed shut in annoyance. “Why would I hide it? That makes..”

“Pope,” You glare at him, Pope’s hand movements stopping as he looks down at you. “Hang up the phone.”

Pope’s eyes widen as they meet yours, cursing when he sees the look of lust blown out on your face. He fumbles to hang up, tossing it on the floor as he forgets all about it. You take your shirt off, flinging it across the room just in time for him to catch your lips in a heated kiss. You moan against his full lips when Pope’s hand runs along the lining of your underwear, and you run the usual through your head.

Everything was good down there, nice and smooth, ready for ac-

Your eyes pop open as you realize everything was not ready for action. You’d been so wrapped up in horniness you didn’t even think about it. With everything going on and you two never having time for sex, you haven’t really shaved in a few weeks. And with Pope being impulsive for the first time in his life, you didn’t have time to prepare yourself. You thought you’d be taking orders and bussing tables right about now.

You moved your lips distractedly against his, thinking to yourself how maybe you can just slip to the bathroom. But he would get suspicious if you took too long. You could always tell him, it’s not like he’s never seen hair before but normally you keep it clean shaven before you have sex just as a personal preference.

Pope notices your distraction, pulling away with knitted eyebrows, “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?”

“No, you’re great. I, um, I just.. remembered I haven’t really shaved in a little while.”

Pope pauses in his movements, head tilting slightly. You mistake his reaction for distaste, quickly sitting up and shaking your head. “We don’t have to do anything! I can just do something for you.. I still missed you.”

Pope still wears the same expression, and you bite your lip, “I’m sorry for not being ready, babe, you just surprised me-”

“What- I’m not mad,” Pope shakes his head with a confused smile, bringing your hands up to his lips to kiss them. “I’m just a little lost. Do you not want to have sex?”

“Of course I do,” You reply, shrugging awkwardly as your face flushes. “I’m saying that if you don’t want to-“

“Why wouldn’t I want to?”

“Because I’m not..” You motion your head to between your legs, Pope following your line of vision. You watch the moment  it clicks as he nods with pursed lips.

“Y/N.. I’m gonna say this is in the nicest way possible,” He starts, kissing your knuckles one more time before settling over you. “I don’t give a single fuck.”

You laugh, Pope smiling in return as you look up at him,“Really?”

He nods slightly, eyes darkening as he gazes down at you. He presses himself back against you, “Come ‘ere.”

You lean up to meet his lips, Pope returning his hand to the top of your underwear.  You spread your legs more to give him room as he slides his hands into your panties, moaning as he rubbed up and down your folds. It took you a second to get over the insecurity of not being shaved, but Pope’s groan against your lips when he felt your slickness helped.

He circled his fingers on your clit, your head leaning back to rest on the pillow. Pope places kisses on your neck as he moves his fingers to your entrance, gathering the wetness before sliding them both in. Your mouth falls open as he pumps his fingers slowly inside your heat, hand coming to grasp the back of his neck.

You roll your hips to meet his fingers, Pope pulling away to watch his hands move in your underwear. He curses to himself as he sees your wetness through your underwear, your juices practically soaking his hand at this point. He moves his head back to yours to give you a soft kiss.

“I’m gonna take your underwear off now, okay?”

You nod, biting your lip as Pope pulls away fully to slide your underwear down your legs. You keep your thighs together at first, Pope kissing both of your knees before grabbing them both in his hands, spreading your legs out so he can see your folds.

He moves further down the bed, placing kisses from your knees down the middle of your thighs as he settles his head over your heat. He blows on your folds, making you giggle and buck your hips slightly at the cold air hitting your warm center. He gives you a slanted smile, wrapping his arms around your thighs and using his fingers to spread your lips.

Your breathing picks up as he runs his tongue up your folds before enveloping your entire pussy in his mouth. His arms tighten around your thighs when you start to squirm, his head moving up and down as he sucks your folds. As much as you wanted to and could come from this alone, it’s been too long since you’ve felt him.

“Pope,” You whine, hitting his shoulder to catch his attention. He hums against you, licking you a couple more times before pulling off, “Yeah?”

“I want you inside of me,” You start pulling at his arms, Pope nodding quickly as he kisses your pussy one last time. He removes his arms from around your thighs, sitting up and grunting as you immediately pull him over you. Your hand lightly cups his jaw as he leans in to give you a heated kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the taste of him, hands moving to his waist as he starts to grind on you. Hard as ever, Pope groans become more frequent as he presses himself harder against you. You move your hands to his hips, pulling at his boxers and sliding them down. He finishes the job, pulling at them until they are down his legs and throwing them.

Moving back over you, he hovers over you as he takes your breast in his hands, kissing and sucking at them like he’s never gonna see them again. You whine his name again, making him smile into your chest as he pulls off to kiss you, “So needy.”

You lift an eyebrow, cupping his dick in your hand and stroking it. He shudders, hips bucking into your hands as he moans your name. You give him an amused look, “So needy.”

“Shut up,” He jokes back, slapping your hand away and sitting up. He lines his cock with your folds, pushing in slowly. He slides in embarrassingly easy, your eyes closing at the feeling of him inside of you after so long. He places his elbows next to your head as he leans over you, not moving his hips as he leans down to kiss you.

“You okay?” He asks, kissing your jaw.

You nod your head, eyes still closed but relaxing your muscles. He places soft kisses on your jaw and neck as he waits for you to give him the go, and when your legs wrap around his waist as you pull him deeper inside of you, he takes that as the cue.

He starts to move inside of you, pulling all the way out to push back in with hard, slow thrusts. Your head throws back at the feeling of his cock stretching you out as he kisses anywhere he can get lips on, moving faster.

The sound of skin slapping together rings throughout the room, Pope taking your legs from around his waist to fold them as he sits up and presses himself deeper inside of you. He’s trying to hold back his moans, biting his lip as his eyes close in pleasure. You on the other hand are a moaning mess.

Your eyes trace his face, head tilted back as he groans softly at the feeling of you. Your hand comes to his stomach, touching the muscle as he moves his hips harder to slam into you. Your moans are tumbling from your lips, your pussy soaking his cock as he moves inside of you.

After a little bit, knowing neither of you were gonna last that long, you grew needier the more he was quiet. You want to hear him moan, knowing the exact position to get what you want.

“Hold on,” You breathe out, Pope slowing down as he looks down at you. You push him away so he can pull out, making room so you can flip over. “I wanna..”

You flip over and get on your knees, moving the pillows from the bed and throwing them. Leaning on your forearms, you arch your back and push your ass back onto him. Your breasts are pressed against the sheets, offering some friction for your hard, sensitive nipples.

“Fucking hell.”

Pope curses, instantly getting on his knees and pressing himself against you. He slaps his dick on your ass, breathing hard as he pulls away a little to lean down to kiss both of the cheeks of your ass softly. You giggle at the feeling, shaking your ass playfully.

He sits up, hands coming to your ass and gripping the flesh. He spreads them as he moves closer to you, tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. He pushes himself in all the way to the hilt as you rest your forehead against your forearms, moaning loudly.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Mhm..” You nod, eyes fluttering as he starts to move inside of you, cock reaching deeper inside of you in this position.  “So deep like this.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” He groans, hands gripping your ass harder now. “I’m gonna fuck you harder now, alright?”

“Please,” You whine, a broken gasp leaving you as he starts to pound his cock inside of you. Your ass moves at the force he’s fucking you with, you moaning loudly as you push back to meet his thrusts. Pope watches you as you do so, a combination of your name and loud groans coming from him as he continues to pump himself inside of you.

He leans down, leaving wet kisses down the middle of your back as your legs begin to vibrate, head thrown back as your eyes close in ecstasy. Pope slaps your ass, making your pussy clench as you move back faster against him.

“You getting close?” He mumbles into your back, kissing a couple more times as you nod your head before sitting back up on his knees. “Me too. Come whenever you want, baby.”

He grabs your hips, stopping your own movements as he fucks himself harder into you. He’s moving faster now, cock hitting the perfect spot.

“Right there,” You squeak out, head pushing into the sheets as your hand grips the sheets, bringing your other hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You’re moaning loudly as he makes sure he continues to hit that spot inside of you, deep moans falling from his lips.

“There? I got you, baby, let go for me.”

From his words and the way he’s massaging your hips now, your eyes roll as your orgasm washes over you. Pope moves faster, mumbling incoherently as he lets himself get louder, thrusts growing slow and he’s again when he reaches his own climax. His orgasm magnifies yours, you nodding into the sheets as you bite down.

He slams his hips into yours, holding himself there for a couple of seconds before pulling back and continuing the same motion as he comes inside of you. He falls into your back as his orgasm begins to make his legs shake, kissing your upper back as he continues to come.

“So good… Missed you so much .. You’re so perfect,” He mumbles in between kisses as he rides out both of your highs. As they subsides, he rests against your for a little while longer before pulling out. He helps you flip back over, laying next to you as he pulls you into his side. You look up at him, adoration laced in your expression.

Moving your hair from your face, a ghost of a smile is on his lips as he peers down at you, "You good?"

"Yeah, you?"

"More than good," He kissed you, the two of you smiling into the kiss. Pulling back, he leans his head back on the bed as the two of you lay there in the comfortable silence.

"Okay," You mutter, kissing his chest before sitting up. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You pick the pillows up off the ground and get your computer. Time for us.."

You lean back over him to peck his lips, "..To have some quality time."

"Sounds great," He responds, watching you as you get off the bed. You reach down to grab his discarded shirt, Pope catching your attention. "Uh, don't put any pants on."

You smirk over at him, shaking your head amusedly as you throw his shirt over you. He gets off the bed, walking over to you and holding your waist as he pulls you into him, "I kind of like the thought of you walking around with just my shirt on."

"Is that so?" You mutter, Pope nodding and kissing you. 

Pope moves his lips to your forehead as he lands a small slap on your ass, “And don’t ever worry about that shit again.” 

Knowing what he was talking about, your face flushes again as you gaze up at him. His eyes are serious as he looks down at you, “I mean it.” 

Biting your lip at his tone, you lean up to kiss his lips, “Yes, sir.” 

He slaps your ass again at that, pushing you away while mumbling about you starting something, making you laugh. You pull back, heading to the door as he goes to pick up the discard pillow from across the room.

#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #outer banks #pope heyward smut #pope smut #obx pope smut #pope heyward imagine

[missuswalker]

DUDE I requested the volleyball reader one and oh my god I’m so fed it’s so good got me kicking my feet giggling cackling sweating bro (thank u cat emoji anon for requesting a part 2 ily) idk how u have such good brain thoughts to write allat

Would u be opposed to a fic of mysterion x f!reader who’s kinda like spiderman 🤔🤔🤔 omg what if it was similar to miraculous ladybug where they’re friends irl and Kenny’s all flirty then but when they’re in their superhero roles it flips n the reader is the flirty one instead?? And maybe they fight against Leslie or something sending a robot army man idk u can literally write whatever and I’ll eat it up fr fr THANK UUUUU

MEOWWW MEOW MEOW NEVER OPPOSED TO MYSTERION (and ikr, cat emoji anon is so scrumptious 😻) (i love frequent anons, they're like my best pookies) (also i love all of your ideas 🤭🤭)

don't know her // mysterion x fem reader

✮ summary: being the walmart spidergirl of south park has it's perks, especially when you get to hang around mysterion all night (pt two here) ✮ warnings: mentions of blood, kind of short (read a/n)

"Hey, I'll call you back later, sweetheart, I've got some shit to do," Kenny interrupts, giving me a 'bye'. I knew exactly what that shit was too. I've known Kenny for years and I had kind of caught on to the fact that he was Mysterion.

I take this as my opportunity to slip into my suit, pulling my mask over my head as I slide my window open, climbing onto my roof. This was just about my nightly routine at this point. Talking with Kenny on the phone until midnight, then meeting up with him as Seven.

The backstory of the name name originally came from Kenny himself. Well, came from Mysterion. Kenny had no idea that I was Seven. Basically, Mysterion asked for my superhero name, though I didn't exactly have one. After telling him that, he named me after the building we were behind which happened to be a 7-Eleven, and it kind of just stuck.

Walking down the alley Mysterion and I usually met in, I see that he's already there. "Seven, you've gotta stop coming out here, I've told you too many times that it's way too dangerous for a rookie to be out at night."

I put my hands on my hips, looking around. "You say that and then still wait for me at the same spot every night. You'd miss me too much if I stopped showing up," I tease. "Don't flatter yourself. I come here because I know you'll show up and get yourself into trouble. Don't start thinking I have a crush on you or something."

"Then who do you have a crush on? Must be a real treat, huh?" I snort, taking a seat on an empty crate. "I don't see how that's any of your business. It's just a girl from my school anyways, you don't know her," he sighs, kicking at the dirt. "I'm just curious," I defend, throwing my hands up in mock surrender.

I felt a little upset, though, that the girl has a good chance of not being me. "If I tell you about her, will you stop coming out here at night so I don't have to babysit you anymore?" I think for a moment, trying to figure out if I even really wanted to know.

"Sure," I answer, deciding I might as well. He sighs, obviously not thinking I was actually going to agree to it. "Okay, well, uhh... her name is Y/n. I've been friends with her for a really long time, and she's hot. That good enough for you?"

Well, damn.

"Nah, I'm still gonna come out here." Mysterion groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, nothing is happening tonight, just go home." I shrug, beginning to walk away. "Fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No you won't. You're gonna stay home."

"Keep telling yourself that."

a/n: GUYS IT'S SHORT BECAUSE THERE'S GOING TO BE A PART 2 🤯🤯

you have to remind me, though, bc i'll forget 😻

next one will have the fight scene and seven's mask gets pulled off + romance idk

not proofread (ill do it later i swear)

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #mysterion #mysterion x reader #south park #x reader #south park fanfiction #south park imagines #south park x reader #remind me im so serious

[babyjakes]

a real man.

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summary | andy shows you the kind of pleasure jacob will never be able to give you.

pairing | dark!andy barber x jacob’s girlfriend!reader

warnings | DARK!andy!, NON-con, age gap, andy has a big daddy kink (andy referring to himself as ‘daddy’ - andy is daddy af), restraints, crying, fingering, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, squirt!ing, overstim, andy being DARK but like? soft dark :’-), lil bit of mocking, threats, abuse of power/authority, ANDY BARBER IN A WHITE BUTTON DOWN, jacob being a pos bf (and andy rubbing it in reader’s face), a lot of “shhh”’s (idk i just find them hot)

word count | 2,745

requested by anon | CAN YOU IMAGINE dark!dilf!andy taking advantage of jacob’s college gf while she’s trapped alone at home with him?? showing her HOW A REAL MAN eats pussy 😩😱🥵

an | HOLY SHIT I CAN DO MORE THAN IMAGINE D-’: god something about andy barber and an age gap with a lil innocent college girl (like me!!) just makes me feral- thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!!!

The sight of kitchen lights on through the windows of the Barber household fills you with relief as you pull your car up onto the empty driveway, shifting into park and yanking out your keys. Jacob stopped responding to you around noon after the two of you had talked about making plans for the evening, and by the time dinner had rolled around you had begun to get a little worked up.

If he’s home and just ignoring me, at least I’ll be able to confront him face to face, you tell yourself as you open the car door, stepping outside before slamming it shut and hitting the fob to lock it once more. Not that you need to, necessarily; you know the chances of anyone coming along and trying to steal your car are low. The Barbers live in a nice suburban neighborhood; there’s little risk of anything like that happening here.

Walking up the drive and onto the pathway to the front door, you check your phone once more, sighing. Nothing. Honestly, it’s not too surprising, though it frustrates you. Jacob’s not the most… consistent boyfriend. Swallowing down a lump of anxiety formed in your throat, you reach out, pressing the button for the doorbell. Hearing it chime softly inside, only a few moments pass before you see the door handle twisting, opening up to reveal Jacob’s dad, Andy.

“Y/n? Hey, good to see you,” he greets warmly, stepping back and gesturing you inside. Fumbling with your phone in your hands nervously, you nod politely at him. “You looking for Jacob? He’s not around- he should be back soon, though.”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter as you step into the house, slipping off your shoes onto the welcome mat below. “Actually, uh- Jake hasn’t been responding to me all day. Was kind of getting worried, just figured I’d pop over and see if everything’s alright.”

“Oh, he did tell me there was something wrong with his phone battery,” Andy says casually, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dark grey work pants. “He actually just went to the tech store to hopefully get it figured out, shouldn’t be too long at all before he’s back. You’re welcome to stay until then.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Okay,” you say, feeling slightly relieved at the fact that he probably wasn’t ignoring you on purpose all day. “I-I don’t have to stay, I can always-”

“No, no, that’s just fine,” Andy waves you off with a smile. You offer him a small smile back, relaxing slightly at his gentle demeanor. For the several months that you’ve been dating Jacob, you’ve really enjoyed getting to be around Mr. Barber; you just find him to be such a pleasant and mild man and father. “Actually, maybe you can help me. I dropped something down behind the vanity in the master bath; my hands are too big to reach back there and grab it. Think you could give it a go?” he asks hopefully.

“Sure!” you agree, not thinking anything of the request. Nodding thankfully, Andy smiles as he begins leading you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Really need to put some tape down or something so things quit falling back there,” he shakes his head with a chuckle as he leads you down the hallway and into the large room, pausing to make sure you’re still behind him. Holding the door open for you, he smiles. Nodding politely back at him, you step inside, looking around for the door to the bathroom. Finding it, you begin to step towards it, but you instantly stop when you hear a lock clicking behind you.

Turning back to look at Andy, you see that he’s closed the door to the bedroom behind you two, twisting the lock securely on it before turning back to face you. An immediate sense of dread falls over you as you stare at him, standing there silently in his white button-down and work pants. “M-Mr. Barber?” you ask quietly.

“You can call me Andy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, the pet name causing shivers to run down your spine. Taking a shaky step back, you run into the bed, a faint whimper rising in your throat. “Oh honey, look at those big frightened eyes; it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he coos, taking a step towards you while beginning to roll up his sleeves.

“I-I thought you-… I-… th-the sink?” you stutter, nausea building in your gut as Andy chuckles softly at you. “I- what are you doing?” you ask softly as he takes another step in your direction, hating how small and weak your voice sounds as it gets lost in the empty air of the room.

“I’ve been waiting quite some time to get you alone, sweet girl,” the tall man hums, dragging his eyes up and down your quivering form as you press your thighs back further against the edge of the mattress behind you. “And now here you are, right in front of me, looking so innocent and terrified… makes me feel bad, honey… though I will admit, part of me just loves the way you look when you’re on the verge of tears.”

“M-Mr.-… A-Andy…” you stumble over your words, blinking quickly to try to clear your eyes of any evidence that you might be on the verge of collapsing into a puddle of sobs.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he says softly, taking the last few steps to bridge the gap between the two of you. Cowering down, you let out a whimper when his hands push against your shoulders, throwing you onto your back against the white duvet. Jolting slightly to the left and then the right, you squirm underneath Andy’s gaze, eyes widening in horror as he reaches down to begin undoing his belt.

“Please, Andy- I-I- please, please don’t do this,” you beg, unable to hold back your tears any longer as they begin rolling freely down your flushed cheeks. Frowning in mock sympathy, Andy furrows his brow at you, almost appearing as if he could be worried about how upset you’re growing.

“Shhh, baby, nothing’s gonna hurt,” he soothes as he leans down over you, grabbing each of your wrists in his large hands and bring them together above your head. You begin to plead in protest, but he quickly speaks over you, cooing, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just restraining you so you don’t hurt anybody. You’re getting awful worked up, now aren’t you?” You try to struggle against him but it’s no use; you’re clearly no match for him as he binds your wrists together with his belt, placing them firmly above you when he’s finished.

“There,” he beams, trailing his eyes from your head down to your kicking feet with a satisfied smile. “Oh, look at you, sweetheart,” he hums, “so pretty when you cry for me. It’s okay darlin’, know you must’ve been wanting this for so long. S’that right, pretty girl? You been waiting for me to finally make my move on you?” Bringing a hand up to your cheek, Andy brushes his fingers over your tear-soaked skin, causing you to shiver at his nauseating touch.

“N-no,” you state adamantly, “why would I-”

“Shhh, it’s okay, babydoll. I know you could never admit that to me, no. You’re just too sweet and innocent for your own good, aren’t you, honey? Such a good girl, though I’m not so sure you’ll still be once I’m through with you.”

“A-Andy- Mr. B-Barber, I- please, what about Jacob?”

Andy scoffs your question, bringing his thumb up to trail over your wobbling lower lip. “Jacob? You wanna know where Jacob is, honey? He’s out with friends. Has been all day. Nothing’s wrong with his phone; he just doesn’t have the brains to respond to such a deserving girl like you. Always a perfect girl for him, aren’t you? And yet he never seems to give a shit about you in return.”

Whimpering, you lower your eyes, more tears of betrayal stinging in them as you learn the truth about your so-called boyfriend. “But that’s okay baby, y’know why? ‘Cause I’m here to show you how a real man treats such a perfect little thing like you. Starting,” he says, trailing his hand from your mouth down over your neck, “with how good I can make you feel. Even when you’re begging for me to stop.”

With the close of his sentence, Andy’s hand shifts down to cup one of your breasts through your shirt. Wincing, you squirm under his touch, only for him to bring his other hand up to begin untucking the fabric from under your jeans. “Andy, n-no, don’t,” you beg through tears, trying to sound strong, yet failing quite miserably.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” he croons, the title he uses for himself making your gut twist in humiliation. “Look at this, already responding so well for me,” he smiles, reaching under your shirt and pinching one of your beaded nipples. Whimpering softly, your cheeks feel like they’ve been set on fire. “Getting all flushed for me now, are you?” he hums. “That’s okay, baby; Daddy knows you can’t help but love it when he touches you like this.”

As Andy’s hands find their way to the clasp on your jeans, a pitiful sob rises up in your throat. “Shhh, sweet girl,” the man soothes as he undoes your button and zipper, gently tugging on the fabric until it falls to the floor beneath the two of you in a useless heap. Gonna make you feel so good. Daddy’s not gonna hurt you baby, just gonna show you what a real man can do to this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Taking you by the waist, Andy scoots you back on the mattress, hands finding your hips and hooking under the elastic band of your panties. “Look at the lace on these, honey,” the sick man says with a smile, admiring the simple look of your white cotton underwear. “Look more like they’re made for a little girl than a beautiful young lady like yourself, though you’ve always been such an innocent little thing, haven’t you?” he smirks before grabbing the fabric over the center of your belly, surprising you by tearing the garment completely in half. A terrified whine escapes your lips as Andy grins down at your thighs as they rub shamefully together, trying to keep him from getting any closer to your most intimate places.

“Now, now, sweetheart, none of that,” Andy shakes his head, grabbing a leg in each hand and shoving them back to bend your knees widely, completely exposing you to his hungry gaze. Choking down a sob, your knees tremble as Andy positions himself down between your wide-spread legs, holding a thigh in each hand to keep you still. “Oh honey,” Andy breathes, his face coming unbearably close to your glistening folds. “Look how wet you are for me,” he coos, the gentleness of his tone only causing you to cry harder.

“Oh, I know,” he fusses, loving the way his mind games have affected you so. “I know it’s so hard, sweetheart, but there’s no need to be embarrassed. Daddy loves how needy you are for him, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he mocks, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes soak up the view of your beautiful sex.

“N-n-no,” you heave, “n-not that, a-anything but that.”

“What, you don’t wanna give Daddy a taste of this pretty little cunt?” Andy croons with a frown. Using his forearm to still hold your thigh in place, he brings his hand in to gently run a finger through your folds, smiling as you squirm and whimper in panic from his actions. “Bet you taste so sweet, babydoll. Come on now, let Daddy take care of you. Gonna show you how a real man eats pussy.”

And with that, Andy’s returned his hands to your thighs, clasping down hard enough to bruise the tender skin as he buries his face in your aching heat. His lips close around your clit, causing you to squeal as your pussy clenches, overwhelmed by the new sensation. His tongue works wildly over your swollen nub, mouth slurping up your juices as you cry out weakly for him. “No! Andy, please!” you sob, unable to do anything but writhe and wail as he slowly brings you closer and closer to an unwanted precipice.

“What,” he spats harshly against your throbbing flesh, “you don’t wanna cum for Daddy? Well that’s just too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I’ve been waiting way too fucking long for this to let you go without seeing this cunt explode.” Without warning, Andy shoves two thick fingers inside you, twisting them upward and curling them against your weakest spot. “That’s it,” he grins as he grinds his lips against your burning clit, working his digits faster and faster within you as a terrifyingly familiar pressure begins building in your belly. “Now you’re gonna cum for me sweetheart; cum for Daddy. There you go; there it is, good,” he groans roughly.

And at his words, you have no choice but to obey him, heavy sobs wracking through your body as you squirt out against Andy’s awaiting hand and mouth. He’s sure to continue right on through it, keeping his steady pace of pumping and sucking as you clamp down almost painfully against his dripping fingers. “That’s it,” he praises as your spasms begin to settle, his beard drenched as he pulls away to eye the sight of your over-sensitive pussy.

“P-please, jus’ let me go,” you beg, your voice pitifully weak as you strain your arms against the strong leather of the belt.

Chuckling softly, Andy shakes his head. “Let you go? Why would I do that, pretty girl? Such a mess and we’ve only gotten started, hmm?” he hums as he slowly pulls his fingers out from your folds, bringing them up to circle over your throbbing button. You heave once more at the terrible sensation, your gut still burning from your excruciating orgasm. ���Look at you now, so puffy and sore,” Andy coos as he rubs the nub in careful circles, smiling as your body writhes in discomfort. “So sensitive now, bet I could make you cum just by rubbing you like this, huh?” Frantically, you shake your head, but in the end you know that if it’s what Andy wants, at this point it’s probably what he’ll get.

A startled whimper rises out of you as he brings one of his strong hands up to slip behind your head, tilting it forward to make you look down over your quivering tummy at him. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart,” Andy begins evenly, continuing to stroke gently over your bead as it slowly fills with that warm, fuzzy feeling once more. “I am gonna keep rubbing your sensitive little clit until you cum again. And you,” he smiles, “you are gonna sit there and watch me do it.”

Glaring at him through your tears, a complete sense of helplessness washes over you as you gradually feel your body beginning to betray you once more. “Oh, look at that,” Andy muses, delighted at how well you’re responding to his torment. “So close again, already? Wonder what’ll happen if we just-” Carefully, he uses the palm of his hand to tug back on your mound, completely exposing your clit to his tactics as he picks up the pace of his fingers over the slippery bud. “There it is, there’s the spot,” he grins proudly, marveling in the sight of your desperate body attempting to fight off the inevitable. “You can squirm all you want, babydoll, but Daddy’s not stopping ‘til you cum for me again. Come on, sweetheart. Quit fighting it. There you go,” he hums triumphantly as you whine in distress, once again falling over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.

By the time your body has ceased its writhing and spasming, Andy’s pulled away, now standing off to the side of the bed as you attempt to recover your breathing. As soon as you see his hands undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. “Oh, what?” he asks with a chuckle at your terrified expression. “You really didn’t think I was gonna do all that only to leave you un-fucked, now did you?”

#eun's writing #a real man #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber smut #defending jacob #defending jacob fanfiction #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber blurb #andy barber drabble #andy barber headcanon #andy barber imagine #andy barber one shot #dark!andy barber

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Through the Grapevine P.2

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Part 1 here

Author's Note: Sorry for the long hiatus, I had like no motivation and so many ideas. Idk if I'm back but enjoy this mini-fic 😊

Summary: After meeting Frankie you can't stop thinking about him, so you drive by his shop for an oil change of course. 18+ minors dni

Warnings: oral (m. receiving), slight stalkery behavior, age gap (dealer's choice how big), unabashed debauchery.

Word Count: 1.7k

You were waiting for something to go wrong in your car and for once it’s fine. You can’t just show up to the shop with a perfectly fine car. And asking for Frankie like you’re friends, he could turn you away and the potential embarrassment is enough to stop that plan.

Did he even want to see you again? He did say that you were more than a little young for him, not to mention the fact that your parents are dating. But he did eat you out like a man that just got out of prison. Before you could stop yourself you look up the address of the auto shop, you could drive by to see if they’re busy. 

Before you know it you’re pulling into the lot, you decide to use the excuse of needing an oil change. Which turns out to be a good one because you can’t remember the last time it was done. Walking into the lobby you see a vacant front desk, after looking around you deduce that everyone must be busy already. Although tempted to walk right back out, you take a seat on one of the lounge chairs and scroll through your phone.

“Sorry for the wait, we're a little backed up today. How can I help ya?” A blonde man with a buzzcut asks you while using a cloth to wipe his hands. You look at the name stitched onto his uniform ‘Will’. Will’s blue eyes both unnerve and amaze you.

“It’s fine um, Frankie said he could change my oil today?” You move to meet him as he goes behind the counter to check their schedule. Although he nods he looks a little confused since you're not in the line up. 

With furrowed brows Will excuses himself, and leaves you at the counter to go through the back doors towards Frankie’s office. He knocks before he enters seeing Fish doing paperwork. “Hey man there’s a girl out there sayin’ you said you’d squeeze her in for an oil change today.” 

Frankie looks up at Will with a scrunched face, confusion clear on his face. “Who?”

“I didn’t get a name Fish. I thought I’d check in with you first cause she called you by name.”

“What does she look like?” Frankie couldn’t recall personally telling anyone he’d do their oil change. Ever. As Will begins describing you to Frankie, he puts his head in his hands and laughs but it’s devoid of humor. 

Will halts his sentence to ask, “So you do know her?” 

Frankie gets up from his chair fixing Will’s confused stare with a self assured smile. “Yeah. I’ll take care of her.” 

When Will comes back with Frankie, he looks just as good as the first time you saw him. Maybe even better. His uniform was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving his white shirt underneath riddled with stains. His arms had oil marks on them as well bringing attention to his softened muscles. His staple hat was backwards, matting his chocolate curls to his forehead. 

You see the recognition in Frankie's crinkled eyes. His eyes narrow intently staring at you, probably wondering why you’re at his job. His eyes travel down your body while his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about you these past couple weeks, he almost caved first and asked his dad about you. 

“Good news, Frankie said he could squeeze you in but I gotta get back.” Will smiles before heading back over to the garage. 

“You’re just insatiable aren’t you?” Frankie looks at you knowing exactly why you’re here but he’s just as excited as you are. He sees you lean forward against the counter giving him a nice view down your v-neck. 

“How could I not be?” You question with hooded eyes. Frankie has to admit that your persistence is both sexy and annoying. 

As much as he loves the back and forth banter with you, it could continue back in his office. When he grabs your hand to guide you through the back you can’t stop the cheesy smile taking over your face. His office is about as messy as you expect it to be with a comfy couch in the corner stocked with blankets. 

“Don’t tell me you sleep here.” You turn to chastise Frankie as he leans against his desk.

“Sometimes I do but it’s mostly for my daughter.” His response has you snaking your arms around his neck. “You wanna tell me why you’re here? I know it’s not for a fucking oil change.” His hands glide over your body until he rested them on your hips, squeezing.

“Actually I could use one since I can’t remember the last time it was done.” You sheepishly admit. The searing gaze he puts you under should intimidate you, yet you can’t help but clench your thighs together. 

Thinking that he’s moved on you feel him rub his hands all over your jean clad ass bringing you closer than before. You slowly bring your lips closer to his intending to close the last bit of distance between you. That is until you feel a burning sensation on your right cheek, quickly realizing that he just fucking spanked you. You rear back from him giving him an incredulous stare unable to believe he actually spanked you. His proud smirk makes you even more angry.

“Frank-” your soon to be tirade was cut off by Frankie lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. You instantly melt into it, craving everything he can give you. Neither of you waste time, his hands pull your hips flush against his. You feel his tongue push roughly into your mouth, the feeling sending a jolt to your stomach. You don’t know if the throbbing you feel is from your core or his. Your hands comb down his torso while his hands find their way into your jean skirt. You break the kiss first aiming your hand for the double knot in front of his uniform. There is no resistance from Francisco as you lower your knees to the carpet. 

Frankie is aching at the thought of what you're about to do, he can feel the wet spot of his pre-cum growing. His hands grip the edge of the desk while you run your hands up and down his thighs. When you finally hook your fingers into his boxers, you kiss his very hard cock through the fabric before pulling them down. The sensation has his hips involuntarily jerk toward you. With you smiling through your lashes at him Frankie knew he wasn’t lasting long. 

With his boxers gone you see him thick, veiny, and curved. You lick up the pre-cum spreading on his tip before enveloping him fully in your mouth. Frankie’s hands transition from gripping the desk to grabbing a fistfull of your hair. He lets out a slew of hushed profanities while you bob your head up and down his length. 

Your tongue licks over his vein and he lets out a loud moan. Frankie can feel his load building and he gently rocks his hips in tandem with your mouth. Your warmth surrounds him, taking him eagerly making it harder for him to keep quiet. You can tell he’s close when he pulses in your mouth and his hips stutter in their steady rhythm. Frankie cums in spurts down your throat, seemingly deflating into the desk. 

Detaching your mouth from his member with a ‘pop’ you sit back on your heels readying yourself to get up. Frankie grabs your arms, carefully standing you back up before fixing his uniform bottom. 

“That was-” Frankie’s would be praise gets cut off by you.

“The best head I’ve ever given, you should count yourself lucky.” Frankie chuckles at your disheveled appearance. Thanks to him your hair was noticeably unruly, knees aching, and a tender jaw. Frankie slinks his way up to you rubbing your jaw with his thumb before giving you a kiss. 

“I do. Wait here I’ll get you a gatorade and start working on your car.” He motions for you to sit on the couch and get comfortable. He keeps his promise giving you cool blue which you gratefully accept. You don’t mean to but the couch is so comfortable you doze off after you’ve chugged your drink. 

Meanwhile Frankie tends to your car, more than he should. Although you asked for an oil change he also added wiper fluid to your windshield wipers and checked your brake pads. He feels the weight of Will’s questions, even if he’ll never ask them. 

“Thought she only needed an oil change.” Will breaks the silence as he watches Frank replace your brake pads.

“Look at her old brake pad,” Frankie let out before muttering “thing’s a fuckin’ death trap.”

Will walks to where your old brake pads in disbelief, there was barely anything left of the padding. “When was the last time she got maintenance?”

“Probably when she bought this thing.” Frankie grunts out.

……………..

You feel yourself being gently shaken awake, you quickly register where you are when making eye contact with the pink unicorn blanket on your body. Frankie’s already removed the empty gatorade bottle from your hand. You sit up to check your phone only to find you’ve been asleep for 4 hours. As if on cue, your stomach lets its disapproval show. 

“C’mon we’re gonna get something to eat and then I’ll drop you home.” Frankie’s declaration only leaves you more puzzled.

“But I only needed an oil change.” You remind him.

“Baby your brake pads were almost non-existent and your engine light is on. Do you know how long it’s been on?” He gently scolds you for 

“I don’t know like a couple of months, it runs just fine.” That was the worst possible answer you could have given him. 

Frankie collects himself before blandly telling you “I’m keeping it overnight to make sure, I don’t even think it’s up to state code.”

You roll your eyes at his insistence and slowly get up from the couch as he guides you to his pick-up. His hands manage to stay on some part of your body for the remainder of the night. 

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#frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #frankie morales x reader #stepbro!frankie #frankie morales #frankie morales smut

[khazadspoon]

WMM here, seeing as ur taking prompts again uhhhh How about Gil/Jesus, maybe something to do with loyalty we've talked about this before but umm... After that episode of Jesus willing to die for a mistake that wasn't even his fault, Gil maybe takes that into a account Jesus' loyalty.... ummm idk *sweats*

This isn’t exactly what I was imagining but it wasn’t coming out so have this 😭 but thank you as always for the prompt my friend 🙏

———

“Jesús.”

The name was called from across the camp, a voice that inspired a myriad of emotions in almost everyone who heard it. Apprehension, joy, concern, fondness and uncertainty alike. It was a voice that had quickly become a part of daily life for Jesús, and he swung between emotions each time he heard it.

He put the saddle he was examining down carefully and dusted his jeans with sweaty palms. There was trepidation in his gut as he walked over to the owner of that voice.

“Yes, Señor Favor?” His voice was calm, thankfully, not betraying the sudden fear he was about to lose his job.

“C’mere, take a seat.”

Gil Favor was sat on a fallen tree, there was a small notebook on one knee, a pencil in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other. He stared down at the open notebook, occasionally tapping the pencil on it.

Jesús sat. He kept a foot of space between them.

“Have I… done something wrong?” He asked. Silently he sent a prayer to the Blessed Mother for strength.

Señor Favor flicked his eyes up, the action only visible because his hat was by his feet, and frowned. “Wrong? No! No, not at all. I’m not tryin’ to tell you off, boy, far from it.”

“…oh.” Jesús swallowed and took his hat off. His heart started to beat wildly in his chest.

“Listen. I know I ain’t the most complimentary of men. I’m a bad tempered fool and I know it. But I like to think I’m fair.” He paused, turned his head and smiled at Jesús. His lips, though thin, curved pleasantly in the wide and generous smile. It was a handsome smile, one Jesús had often admired from afar. “Wanted to tell you you’re the best damn wrangler I’ve ever worked with.”

Jesús found himself grinning as well. “I am?”

The trail boss nodded and tucked his notebook back in his breast pocket. “You are. I know it’s been a hard drive, and I don’t want you thinkin’ you’re not appreciated. Or that you need to go kicking yourself for something that ain’t your fault.”

A hand, warm and large and firm, clasped his shoulder. The thumb rubbed across the tendon joining his shoulder to his neck, and Jesús nearly shivered.

“You’ve got a place here, for as long as you want it.” The taller man squeezed his shoulder again. “If you want it, that is.”

Jesús nodded. “I do want it,” he breathed, “to- to stay, I mean, Señor Favor.”

He saw the man’s eyes flick down and heat bloomed cautiously in his chest. Gil blinked and licked his lips. Jesús watched the movement. He saw the softening of his boss’ eyes, the way his jaw tightened as he swallowed. The hand on his shoulder loosened its grip and shifted. It drifted up, the thumb grazing the skin of Jesús neck. The breath caught in his chest and Jesús held himself still even as anticipation coiled around him, tight and warm and exciting.

Señor Favor blinked and drew away. He cleared his throat and dropped his hand, the warmth lingering on Jesús’ shoulder.

“Well. That- that’s all I wanted to say, really. Just… don’t go trying to throw your life away over a mistake that weren’t yours next time, got it?” He looked up as he spoke, his voice firm and just a little stern.

Jesús looked down at his hat and nodded. “Of course, Señor Favor.”

“Good,” he slapped his thigh and stood up, stretched his back with an audible pop. “I better get back to the herd, see how Quince is handling things.”

“I’ll saddle your horse-”

“No, no, its alright,” Gil held out a hand to stop him. “I got it. Get yourself something to eat, could be a long night. I think there’s some bad weather coming our way.”

Jesús watched him go, kept his eyes up instead of watching the sway of his hips, and let out a long sigh. On one hand, he was appreciated and valued by the one man it mattered most from. On the other, he knew that the attraction he felt went both ways. A dangerous situation to be in, indeed.

#rawhide #gil favor #jesus patines #Gil/Jesús #I’m captain of this little paddle board now

[googleitlol]

Okok idk when this flashback will be published in the fic officially and I rlly wanna share it so ima leave it here for now.

This is for my ao3 fic from my masterpost, the idea for it came suddenly and I needed to get it written out before I forgot abt it

Monkey See, Monkey Do

The boy sat there, face blank.

“There wasn’t anyone else around?” I looked back over the counter to Pigsy, who was in the midst of shrugging on his coat.

It felt like only a moment ago, I was flipping through channels on the tv upstairs, struggling to find something I actually wanted to watch when the man who ran the shop below me sent me a text asking if I had any stuffed toys. Now, here I was, watching a strange little boy while that same man was preparing to go out into the rain.

Pigsy huffed, peeking out to gauge the weather. “Didn’t see anyone. I tried asking him if his parents were around but he hasn’t said a word.” He was already tired enough from a long day of work, and it was evident that he didn’t want to go out in the rain.

Swiftly, he turned to grab an umbrella. “Keep an eye on him, will ya, Lian? I’ll see if I can find anyone looking for him.”

I nodded, turning my attention back to the little boy. His hair was a tangled mess, either jutting out in every direction or being caked down by layers of dust and dirt. His face and arms (from what I could see under Pigsy’s work jacket) were greasy, as though he had spent an hour shovelling unholy amounts of fried food into his mouth. But he looked much too thin for that to be the case.

As if that sight alone wasn’t enough to break my heart, the blank expression that remained on his face did. Shouldn’t he be concerned? Scared? Upset without the presence of whatever guardians he had looking after him?

…Did he have anyone looking after him?

He showed no signs of being interested in the bowl of noodles in front of him, so with a sigh, I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a clean cloth. Wetting it over the sink, I moved around the counter to take a seat next to the boy. He followed me with his eyes, a silent observer that left me slightly unnerved. How old was this kid? Three? Maybe four? Shouldn’t he be, y’know, loud?

“Hey, there, bud. I’m just gonna clean you up a little, okay?” I hummed, holding up the cloth before moving closer. With caution, I began to wipe away the grease and dirt that stuck to his face. The boy hardly moved, allowing me to clean off the grime before moving to his arms. He was just so… quiet.

Once I was finished with the cloth, I threw it into the sink and took back my seat next to the kid. His noodles were getting cold, but he was still staring at me.

He blinked.

I blinked.

He blinked again.

And slowly… so did I.

There was a shift, a hint of understanding. He blinked again. I copied, slowly and overly-exaggerated.

Now recognizing the game, his head tilted slowly to the left. So did mine. His head slowly tilted to the right. So did mine. He blinks twice, I blink twice. He blinks faster, and so do I. His expression turned quizzical, as though he was working out a math problem, deep in thought. It was pretty cute, the confusion on his face, better than that blank look from before.

I cleared my throat. Slowly… he does the same, his little voice soft and kind of squeaky. With a smile, I blink quickly, three times. He copies without hesitation. The little boy was good at our game of monkey see, monkey do. Hmm…

Pigsy’s pot of noodles was still on one of the counters in the kitchen. Swiftly, I jump up to grab myself a bowl. Sitting next to the boy again, I slowly began to eat. When I glance back at him, I see his eyes still on me, though the thought behind them was now much more clear.

He looked to his own bowl, then back to mine. I blow on the noodles before eating a little more, letting out a slightly exaggerated sigh of content as I did.

And as the little monkey saw, he did.

The boy pulled the bowl closer to himself, taking his first bite of the noodles. His eyes widened ever so slightly when he did, sighing with content just as I had done before taking another bite. And then another. And another. I rubbed my belly over-dramatically, the boy following my movements. In the blink of an eye, his bowl had not a smidge of food left in it.

He was a mini-vacuum. “You must’ve been hungry, huh?” I hummed to myself before pushing my bowl over to him, it still had some more in it. “Go ahead, I already had dinner.”

The boy looked up at me again before his gaze fell on his own empty bowl. Only a second passed before he pushed the empty dish over to me as I had done to him. The gesture made a soft laugh bubble from my chest.

“No, I’m not… nevermind.” I gently shook my head, amused by the little smile of pride that began to show past the child’s surprisingly stoic face. It didn’t take long after that to get him to eat more of Pigsy’s food. Those noodles were heavenly, the kid learned that pretty quickly.

Once he had finished my bowl, I took the dishes back into the kitchen and began to wash them. Occasionally, I glanced back at the kid to see he was still watching, following my movements. When he saw that I was looking at him again, he started blinking.

I laughed at his silent question to continue our game and blinked back at him. His gaze scanned the counter, searching for something he could use next for the game while I went back to washing the bowls.

It wasn’t long before I was able to put the dishes onto the drying rack next to the sink. Unfortunately, it was more than enough time for the boy.

By the time I turned around and saw the blue crayon in his hand, the counter was too far gone.

I scrambled around the counter to the boy. “No, no, nonononono! Aagh— Pigsy’s gonna ki—“

My thoughts were put on pause as the kid stood on his stool, holding out another crayon.

I blinked, struggling to process my thoughts for a moment. Only a few seconds passed before I slowly accepted the orange crayon. Content, the child sat on the stool and turned to continue his art. Before he could, I quickly held up his hand. “Ah, let’s use some paper.” I sighed, looking around the counter before my eyes landed on the paper I assumed the boy had found the crayons with.

Placing a sheet in front of the kid and one in front of myself, I pointed to the paper with my crayon. His eyes went to the paper, and then back to me. Hoping he understood what I meant, I began to sketch the little boy— as well as I could. I hadn’t really done any sort of art recently, not in the last few decades anyway. I was a little rusty.

The boy watched with wide eyes before taking the crayon in his own hands and began scribbling down my own features. Occasionally, I glanced over to see my wobbly eyes looking back at me from his page, or my elongated smile as thin as a noodle.

By the time Pigsy returned, he was welcomed to the sight of a child’s small smile and several pages of drawings littered around his shop.

#omg baby mk baby mk #i’ve never ran to write smt this fast in my life #is this baby fever? #maybe? #idc this is the first interaction between mk and lian #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #my beloved #lmk oc #lmk mk #lmk fic #lmk pigsy

[chocolatechimsugakookie2]

Z messing around gone wrong

Based on one of my headcanons for Z requested by @call1me2awesome3

As 1:00pm came around Aaron Z finally woke up after sleeping in for their day off.

*groaning and stretching*

Z: Damn… it’s one already? *he says while looking at the clock*

Z gets out of bed and makes his way downstairs. As he makes it to the kitchen to get juice he notices Jesse prepping to make something.

Jesse: Sup Z, you look tired bro

Z: yeahhh not gon lie to you I just woke up *he says while yawning a little*

Jess: Seriously dude? It’s literally 1:23pm *laughing*

Z: Ha I know! the moment management said 2 days off, all I thought about was my bed, shooting hoops, and my bed.

Jesse: You said “my bed” twice?🤨

Z: oh trust me I know🙂

Jesse: *chuckles* you and Tae both… just look at him

They both turn their heads towards a sprawled out Tae knocked out and slightly hanging off the couch with a bit of drool

Z: sheesh, he needs to tell me what brand of melatonin he got

Jesse: puh-lease, the brand is called ‘OverWatch’ because he was on the game all night fucking long😒

Z: sounds about right. Anyways whatchu making?

Jesse: oh just cookies since my kids are coming over

Z: nice, I’ve been wanting to see them, they play ball better than y’all 😂

Jesse: oh shut up you literally shoot for them🙄, have you seen the chocolate chips by any chance?

Z gets up to help look

Z: umm I don’t think so but I’ll help

Jesse: thanks, I could’ve sworn they were up here

As Jesse opens one of the top cabinets and starts to reach and move other ingredients out the way, Z stands there with a shit eating grin on his face.

Z: hmm idk Jess… maybe they’re right here

*pokes Jesse in the pit of the stretched out arm*

Jesse: AH! *he quickly pulls his arm down and playfully pushes Z away laughing*

Z: *slightly chuckling* okay okay go ahead I’m done🙂

Jess goes to reach for the back of the cabinet again for the chocolate chips but Z ends up quickly tickling Jesse’s rib

Jess: AHAHA! *he laughs and covers his side with the opposite hand* Bruh don’t start something you can’t finish I’m serious *he says smiling*

Z: Alright, Alright I’m done this time for real bro🙂

Jesse: you swear?

Z: On my momma 🙂

Jesse goes to reach again but quickly retracts his arm as Z pokes him again

Jess: OKAY THATS IT!

Z: wait WAIT CHILL CHILL

With wide eyes Z turns to run but was quickly grabbed by Jess who then started to attack Z’s sides

Z: AHH-AHAHAHAHAH STOPPPAHA *basically laughing like a mad man*

Jess: Didn’t I tell you not to start something you can’t finish hmmmm? *he says with a smirk*

Z was laughing so hard he couldn’t even get an answer out! He ended losing balance and falling to the kitchen floor, but that didn’t stop Jesse oh no no no he wanted sweet revenge

2 minutes had went by and Jess was still  taunting and tickling the crap out of Z when finally someone walked in.

Ro: ummm🤨?

Like deers caught in headlights Jesse stops his torturing and Z stops his dying animal noises

Ro: What. Is. Happening?

They both speak at the same time

Z: THE OLD MAN IS TRYING TO KILL ME! *he says sort of out of breath*

Jess: Z WAS BEING ANNOYING

Ro:………Z? Annoying? That don’t sound right, you sure you got the right Aaron?

Z: EXACTLY! He trippin! now get his ass off me!

Jess:……He was being rude

Ro: Now that sounds like Z…… keep going😈

Z: WHAT?!?! NO! HELP!

Ro: No fool you were an ass yesterday AND seeing you weak brings me joy 🥱

Z: I WILL KICK YO AS—AHAHAHAHAHAHA

He gets interrupted by Jesse attacking him for the second time

While Ro smiles from satisfaction T shows up out of no where with a half sleep Tae beside him

T: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT😃

Tae: 😪 is it dinner yet?

This was fun to write! Thanks for the request I hope it’s great 😊

#4town aaron z #4town jesse #4town #4 town #4townie #4*town #4 townie #4town headcanons #4 town headcanons #4town robaire #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town imagines #turning red 4town

[hardestgrove]

i know you are one of few who ship billy/chrissy and i was wondering if you have any hc's of billy helping chrissy through her eating disorder? part of me also believes that billy has issues with his body and possibly has an eating disorder himself to some degree.

meant to reply to this last night but i went insane and detoured sorry my bad

it's my sacred duty to champion the cunningrove agenda so happy to get into this shit! I’ll also preface this with saying I don’t really have personal experience with these topics, I’m working off of knowledge from osmosis and research so if anything feels incorrect, off or bullshity that would be why and I apologize for that rip.

first off I think Billy is skirting what would be considered a more clinical issue. He engages in problematic eating habits but ones that are more "acceptable" like strict dieting (as much as he can with Neil dictating the menu and pantry), fasting for weight loss, ignoring certain foods in favor of others because they're better for bulking up regardless of his nutritional needs etc. I think you're right that Billy has body issues. I think there's room on how you want to interpret them though and I pick whichever I think makes the most sense for what I'm working on at the moment. I think the two main options are:

Billy has been put down so much, including comments about his appearance growing up, that he struggles to see himself as attractive as he is and works on himself as a means of gaining control somewhere in his life and making himself feel better.

Billy knows he looks good and is confident in his looks. He is obsessive about his appearance and maintaining it because it's something he can control and it's something that cannot be easily taken from him that he can take pride in. It's a way to both express himself and make himself feel better. His body is the only thing he really has that’s undeniably his.

I think it's also very important to note that with the escalation of the AIDS crisis there were shifts in the queer and straight communities about what was the most attractive look for a man (the shift was more notable in the queer community tho). In the 70s men like Bowie who were thinner and androgynous had much more sway on the mass concept of sex appeal but with AIDS being a wasting disease there was reignited interest in the whole virile macho man look. I see Billy very much as bisexual which would make him sadly one of the most vulnerable groups to hate on all sides. Billy’s father already has a very stunted, toxic and traditional view on masculinity which already emphasizes a malformed version of the virile masculine man. Not to mention the desire to bulk up and get strong so no one else can make him feel weak or helpless ever again.

So it’s all just this big cocktail of shit on his end, a lot of it just simmering there likely never to be directly confronted due to the differences in how these issues are treated between men and women.

I think walking into Hawkins Billy has more aware of eating disorders than most guys his age (or maybe even people in town idk) because he’s from a bigger city and knew more girls. I wrote elsewhere in one cunningrove that one girl at his school got taken away in an ambulance because she’d passed out from starvation at school. Billy used to be more keyed into girl world than the other guys back in San Diego (for dating/sex reasons let’s not give him TOO much credit lol) so it’s something he has this kind of vague passing understanding of eating disorders as it is.

Her eating disorder is frankly one of the reasons he probably started seriously paying attention to her/spending time with her. At first he paid attention to her because she was hot and he was planning out his socio-political moves to cement his place as the new king around town. But then he noticed how she’d bail mysteriously after she had a big/decent sized lunch but didn’t after tiny/nonexistent ones and how when not in her cheer uniform all her clothes are on the baggy and covering end-- as much as she can get away with at least.

Billy has no faith in others. He firmly believes that no one will ever come and help you, that you have to do it yourself if you want it done. So he knows that even if someone other than him has noticed she’s probably got a problem here they’re not gonna do shit to help. It doesn’t sit well with him, she’s probably one of the nicest people in town it shouldn’t take her needing to be hospitalized for people to realize she needs help. So he takes it on himself. Because fuck that shit. Billy doesn’t know how to be just friends with girls though, this is literally isn’t a skill or mentality he allowed to develop growing up so he dates her. He woos and seduces her and officially gets her under his wing of protection and into the space he’s socially allowed to like... Feel Anything In.

One of the first things he does (with out her knowledge ofc) is go at look up books on eating disorders. Billy’s smart and knows he’s out of his depth and not interested in talking out his ass and making it worse. There’s likely not a lot on how to like, help your loved ones in those books though, just the technical jargon. So he tries to put himself in her shoes and figure out what he/Chrissy would want-- which ofc seeing has he does in fact have a certain amount of body issues himself is uh, easier than anticipated lol.

One of the things he does is just tell her often how pretty she is, in different ways and phrasings so if one doesn’t land the next will. He picks out all her flaws with the seasoned eye of a man with a mean streak and then comments on them positively-- how it’s cute that her teeth aren’t perfect etc. He also makes her to comment positively on her other traits like kindness and intelligence and her skills. He works his ASS off to be a safe space for her, to keep his temper at bay and be as gentle as he can physically manage. To you know, not be Billy the Asshole with her at least. It gets easier with time as it becomes more natural for him to allow himself to be open and gentle.

Eventually she feels safe to really open up to him and he shares his own home issues with her so she doesn’t feel alone, so she knows that he gets it. He’s very gentle about urging her to eat just a little more (he kisses her hair and murmurs “just one more carrot for me baby”) but doesn’t get on her case if she can’t manage it. He distracts her from the need to purge or works her through talking about it or helps her find healthy things to do when it hits her. Whatever he can. He lets her know he’s here for her, that he’s not judging, that he gets it and that if she needs him he’s here.

He becomes her backbone until she can finally let herself use her own. Contradicting her mother every time she makes a comment about Chrissy’s looks/weight (because you know she can’t keep her mouth shut even in public/in front of a “guest”). And he does it with the “no nonsense I’m a hardass” tone he has. That’s his fucking girlfriend you’re talking about bitch, no one talks bad about his fucking girlfriend (Billy’s possessive to the point he puts himself higher on the list than his partner’s mother? it’s more likely than you think!). He includes Chrissy in his calculations on what he’s gonna need when he moves out because the second she’s 18 he’s getting her the fuck out of there and he doesn’t take no for an answer on it. Momentarily taking advantage of her doormat nature and his own naturally intimidating vibes? Sure. But even Chrissy admits later she needed the kick in the ass. Her mother was abusive but a known element, leaving home is new and scary and unknown and Chrissy had so little faith in herself she didn’t think she could survive leaving until she was forced to. Then she realized how much better life was.

That’s likely when she really starts to make the most progress because she’s so much freer to make choices and already feels much braver having made such a big step. Plus she has Billy at her back as a safety net, she can take risks and be brave because she knows he’s there to catch her and her increasing confidence helps her believe that she really is good enough as is. If at all possible she’d ideally get professional help as well and he’d help her with that too but that’s all very determined by like, finances and shit.

I could probably go on more but this is already Very Long soooo

#answered #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #cunningrove #eating disorders tw #ed mention #AIDS mention #billy seeing an opening for a protector and slamming himself into it is my kink #he just loves to make people feel safe #he just wants people to be SAFE

[goldenshoyo]

Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

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Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

--

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

--

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”

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[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 4

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky gives you a promotion celebration you’ll never forget.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: FINGERING 💦, not wearing a seatbelt oopsies

A/N: The celebration is here! So obviously, this series will be non-linear with your office escapades with Bucky thrown in every once in a while 😏 Anywayyyy, I hope you guys will enjoy this part! I wanted to make it even filthier but idk, it ended up being like this lol. I don’t even know what my standard for filthy is anymore looool. Thank you as always for the amazing feedback! I appreciate you all 🥺

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You consciously got up from your cubicle, straightening up your skirt and letting out a deep sigh as you gathered your things.

No one will know, you reminded yourself as you slung your bag onto your shoulder.

“This is so weird...” you whined to yourself when you stepped out, unable to ignore how bare you were underneath your skirt.

Bucky’s stern command rang in your ears as you slowly walked along the corridor, remembering the conversation that took place before you left his office earlier.

“I’ll meet you at the basement parking at exactly 6:15pm.” Bucky said after informing you that he wanted to “celebrate” your promotion.

The only celebration you could think of was having his cock inside your mouth, honestly. And the thought of feeling its weight against your tongue was making you wet again.

“Okay.” You responded before turning around to leave.

“And oh, I want your panties off by then. Don’t be late.”

Walking around the office without any underwear on felt like the tenth circle of hell, especially with your co-workers stopping you every once in a while for a short conversation about your promotion.

“Girl! I saw the e-mail! Congratulations!” Martha squealed when you came across her.

You forced a smile and thanked her, trying to hurry your way out of the office because having your pussy out felt horrifying. It’s not like anyone would know but goddamn Bucky and his request, this was the most uncomfortable you’ve ever been.

Martha bid goodbye thank fuck, but just as you were about to press the button of the elevator, Mark saw you and called for your attention.

“So, department head huh?” He said as he approached you.

You forced out a chuckle, “That’s me alright. Look I hav—“

“You deserved that promotion. I mean, it was surprising but well-deserved. Hey, do you want to grab a drink later tonight?” He asked with interest.

You made a face, “Oh sorry, I’m going out with...a friend...to celebrate. Maybe next time?” You said and quickly pressed on the button.

Time was ticking and you were sure that Bucky’s probably on his way down to the basement. You started tapping your foot on the ground when Mark continued to tell you about this new bar a few blocks away and how he would love to take you there sometime. All you could do was nod enthusiastically, hoping for the elevator to reach your floor.

Your phone dinged and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you saw that Bucky had sent you a text. And that the time was now 6:15pm. Shit.

I’m waiting.

-B

You were just about to type a reply when three dots suddenly appeared, followed by another message.

I said don’t be late. I’m giving you another 3 minutes and if you aren’t here by then, I won’t let you cum.

Just like that, your phone slipped from your hands and fell to the ground much to your horror. Because how the fuck were you going to bend down to pick it up without exposing your pussy?!

“No worries, I got it.” Mark said about to pick up your phone when you yelled for him to stop.

Either you’ll let him pick it up and have Bucky’s message be seen or bend down and have your womanly part be seen instead. Mark looked up at you suspiciously.

“It’s okay, I got it.” You awkwardly smiled and slowly tried to bend down, struggling with your knees to make sure no one would see that you’d forgone your underwear.

Mark chuckled at your strange behavior but decided to let it go and bid goodbye, repeating that you owed him a night at the bar. You merely offered a smile before hopping into the elevator as soon as the doors slid open.

-

Bucky had an entire parking basement reserved for him, obviously it was one of the perks of being the CEO. You didn’t have to worry about being seen down there either so that was a relief.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you immediately caught sight of Bucky right across, leaning against his black Jaguar XF. Even from afar, you could see that he was glaring at you for being late.

You squeaked to yourself and hurriedly approached him, ignoring how your bare cunt was slightly getting damp just from seeing Bucky gazing at you like that.

He watched you with a stoic expression as you jogged towards him. You swallowed hard because you couldn’t read your face but you were sure that you were in for something.

“I said don’t be late.” He gruffly said.

“Sorry, I got caught up on my way here. And it’s not that easy to walk around commando.” You snapped.

Bucky lifted his eyebrow at you, his eyes moving lower to stare at your skirt as if he was trying to see through the fabric. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks.

The way Bucky looked at you made you feel exposed and vulnerable, even with clothes on.

Bucky held out his hand, “You’re really an obedient one, aren’t you?” He asked with amusement.

You heaved out a deep breath before fishing your black underwear out from your bag, handing over at Bucky who smirked at you as he placed it inside his back pocket.

“You better be ready, ‘cause you’re in for a celebration.” He whispered.

-

Who would have thought that Bucky was so damn good at multitasking? He already proved it earlier when he took a phone call while he was fucking you. But now, he took the skill to a whole another level.

The man was driving along the highway while his hand was rubbing the shit out of your cunt while you were on the front seat with your legs wide open.

You could hear your mother’s voice in your ears reminding you to use a seatbelt. God forbid that Bucky crashes the car, you weren’t ready for rescuers to discover your body in such a state.

What would they even tell your mother? Ma’am, your daughter was being fingered in the car when they crashed. What a way to go, huh?

“Bucky...” you moaned, your hand coming up to claw at his forearm when he sped up with his assault on your sex.

“Fuck, look at you. So fuckin’ wet, dripping down on my seat cover, huh?” Bucky grunted as his fingers continued to rub across your pussy.

How the hell was he even driving properly?! Not once did he swerve nor missed a turn. Does this man even have a weakness?

Meanwhile, you looked wrecked and used as you squirmed in your seat with your skirt bunched up to your waist. You could hear your wetness as Bucky continued to play with your folds, opening them up until he was able to insert his middle finger into your hole.

The sound you made was borderline pornographic, and you couldn’t bring your eyes away from how Bucky’s hand stayed in between your legs. The seat cover was made out of leather and thank goodness for that because the mess you were making was just too much.

“Shit...you’re gonna make me cum.” You moaned out loud, your hips rolling on its own accord when Bucky slipped another finger in.

“Oh baby,” Bucky chuckled, “You know you can’t. You were late, remember?” He teased, stealing a quick glance at you before returning his attention back on the road.

You whimpered, “I’m sorry...please...god I’m so close.”

Bucky licked his lips and pumped his fingers into you faster. Your toes curled inside your pumps, thighs quaking and hips violently grinding against his hand; but just as when you were about to snap, Bucky withdrew his fingers and made a sharp turn on the road.

“Bucky, please!” You begged.

He tutted, “No cumming. At least, not now.” He smirked.

Your hand was about to replace Bucky’s but he quickly noticed what you were trying to do and warned you.

“Touch yourself and I’ll fuck you on the hood of my car while everyone watches.”

Hearing that from Bucky made your eyes roll. You seriously got it bad for your boss, and he only fucked you once!

Bless Tinder for helping you land one Bucky Barnes.

The car slowed down and you noticed that Bucky was parking right in front of a fancy restaurant. Was he seriously going to leave you high and dry and then take you out to dinner?

Your eyes landed on Bucky’s hand, still glistening with your wetness, as he maneuvered the wheel. He doesn’t even care about smearing your juices on his steering wheel and you found it so hot that the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable.

You closed your legs and pulled down your skirt, adjusting your position on the front seat. You groaned when you felt your wetness seep into your skirt, forming wet patches all over the fabric. You blushed upon realizing that you were sitting on a puddle of your own juices.

“I’m wet, Bucky.” You told him matter-of-factly.

He turned to you, “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”

You deadpanned, “Not that! I mean...” you said and motioned to your skirt.

“Don’t worry, I bought you a dress.” He said and reached for a paper bag sitting on the backseat.

You made a face, “You have everything planned out, don’t you?” You asked.

Bucky’s shit-eating grin gave away the answer. He wanted you to make a mess in his car and he knew he could do that to you. What a smug bastard, but hot nonetheless.

“Go change in the backseat while I clean up your mess.” He said with a smirk.

“But I want to—“

“I’ll make you cum before dessert arrives, I promise.” Bucky cut you off with a sweet kiss on your lips, much to your surprise.

The kiss was simple, no tongue or whatsoever. It was just that, a kiss. So why were you having butterflies in your stomach?

“Now go and change, I made a reservation and we can’t miss it.”

Shit, shit, shit.

You may have realized that Bucky doesn’t seem to have a weakness (provided that he multitasked like a god), but you sure as hell discovered yours when Bucky kissed you like that.

-

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[ameliora-j]

show me // rw x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: smut, innocence kink, corruption kink, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering (f receiving)

a/n: maybe multi part if it doesn’t flop idk

to ron you were perfect. the picture of innocence. and everytime he looked at you… all he wanted was to have you on your knees for him, choking around his cock as he filled your throat and painted your body with his seed.

he felt bad for these thoughts, of course. you were innocent. you stopped in the middle of hogsmeade to look at the flowers. you helped people with their homework. the entire school had deigned you ‘the y/h princess’ for how perfectly innocent you were. wide, doe-like eyes, a pretty smile, and a seemingly permanent blush painted across your cheeks.

ron was your potions partner—and your crush for three years—and when you came to potions in the tight shirt and short skirt, he snapped. the skirt fell just below the curve of your bum, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and the shirt showed just enough cleavage. you didn’t do it on purpose, of course… you hadn’t had anymore clean uniforms, forcing you to pull on your one from fifth year. it still fit, but your body had grown and curves accentuated since two years ago. when ron laid his eyes upon you, his pants tightened considerably around his crotch.

“hi ronnie,” you smiled as you sat beside him.

“hi dove,” you blushed at the nickname, a swarm of butterflies erupting in your tummy. he’d called you dove for as long as you can remember, but it never failed to make you swoon.

“hey ln! i dropped something, could you pick it up for me?” draco snarked behind you. ron turned to glare at the two slytherin boys as you reached for the book draco had dropped.

“he can get it himself dovey, he’s got hands,” ron snarled as he fixed the smirking boys with a hard glare. you just shrugged and returned to taking your notes.

all day continued on like this. boys throwing remarks at you and you were clueless as to what they meant. as you were walking by ron’s side out to the courtyard, mclaggen called “hey ln, mind if i take a turn after weasley there? i’ll let you tickle my pickle for a nickel!” teasingly across the hall.

you looked up at ron with slightly furrowed brows. “wha’s he talkin about ronnie?” you asked innocently.

“you really don’t know, do you dovey?” ron asked as he looked down at you, sympathetically. you shook your head as a pout crossed your features. ron offered you a small smile as he pushed your hair away from your face. “your skirts really short today, dove. he’s asking you to do something sexual for him,” ron informed you.

your eyes practically tripled in size. “didn’t know! promise i didn’t. didn’t have any clean uniforms. had to use one from fifth year,” your pout deepened.

“i know you didn’t, dove,” ron kissed your head gently. “mclaggen’s a jerk.”

“is that what everyone’s meant today? they want to do something sexual to me?” you asked and he nodded. “do… do you?” you asked shyly.

ron blushed slightly at the question. “do i want to do something sexual to you?” he asked and you nodded. “i respect you enough to not do anything, dove.” he kissed your nose.

“but have you ever… thought about it?” you asked.

“once or twice,” he answered casually.

“show me…” you whispered so lowly that ron almost didn’t hear you.

“what?” he gulped.

“show me… what you thought about doing,” as you looked up for him, asking him to do something dirty so casually, you were still the perfect picture of innocence. ron closed his eyes tightly and inwardly groaned as he thought about all the things he could do to you.

“are you sure dove?” he asked.

“positive ronnie. want it. please,” you told him. he took your hand gently and lead you up to his dorm. once he closed the door, he kissed you softly.

“gonna go slow, dove. don’t wanna do too much for your first time, okay?” you hummed softly as he returned his lips to your’s and kissed you dumb. “lay on the bed f’me,” you did as you were told and stared up at him.

he pulled the rings off his fingers and set them in your hand. “hold these f’me, yeah dove? keep ‘em safe.” you nodded and closed your hand around the silver circles in your palm as he kissed down your neck. he slowly unbuttoned your shirt as he continued to kiss down your body gently.

“gonna eat your pretty pussy, that okay dove?” he checked for your consent and you nodded. “words please,” he spoke gently.

“yes ron,” you murmured softly. “that’s okay,” you whispered softly.

he smirked as he pulled your panties up and found your cunt already slick with arousal. he left open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. you let soft moans escape your mouth as you closed your eyes. “has anyone ever touched you here, dove?” he asked, breath fanning over your clit.

“no,” you shook your head, whimpering softly as he left a small, open-mouthed kiss on your clit.

“have you ever touched yourself?” just the question made you blush and he smirked. chest swelling with pride at the fact that he got to be the first person to make you feel good. he reached up his hand and intertwined your fingers. “hold my hand, dove. gonna make you feel so good.” you nodded and squeezed his hand gently, moaning softly as you felt his tongue lick a stripe over your cunt.

once ron got his first taste, he ate you like a starved man. he moaned at the taste as he licked fervently at your cunt, reducing you to a moaning mess above him. you gasped and shuddered as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently. “please…” you whimpered. “p-please,” you repeated, not even sure what you were begging for at this point.

but somehow, ron knew exactly what you needed. he reached his free hand up and slowly circled your opening with his middle finger. you moaned loudly as he pushed his finger through the ring of muscles and began thrusting slowly. “more… please more,” you whimpered. he pushed in a second finger and curved them, causing you to moan again and buck your hips.

“gotta stay still for me dove,” ron whispered softly, before returning to eating your cunt like a wild animal.

“ronnie… ronnie my tummy feels weird,” you whimpered softly.

“gonna cum dovey. let it go,” he whispered. “cum on my tongue dove, wanna taste you.” you did as he said, feeling all of your muscles relax as your back careened off the mattress and you repeated please and whimpers mixed in with his name.

ron pulled his mouth away from your clit, using his fingers to fuck you through your first ever orgasm as his eyes locked on you. somehow, even stuffed full with his fingers you looked so… innocent. he pulled his fingers from you and sucked them clean before diving back in, cleaning you up.

you shrieked at the overstimulation as you squeezed his hand and bucked into his mouth. he fucked you with his tongue and circled your clit, latching his mouth to your cunt and sucking softly. ron was a god with his mouth, there was no denying that. it was mere minutes before he felt you cumming in his mouth again. you whimpered softly as he continued his soft licks up your slit to bring you down.

he placed one last open-mouthed kiss to your clit before kneeling up on the bed. “precious,” he whispered as he stared down at you. eyes blown, lips bitten red and swollen, cunt still slick with your own cum and arousal, chest rapidly rising and falling, and hair a mess. you smiled dazedly up at him as you squeezed his hand again.

“thank you ronnie,” you murmured softly.

“of course, dovie,” he smiled.

“wha’s that?” you asked as you pointed to the tent in his pants.

“i’ll teach you another time, yeah dove? let’s get you in the bath, okay?” you nodded, too tired to argue as he lifted your limp body in his arms and walked you into the bathroom. he set you on the porcelain bowl and allowed you to go as he readied your bath.

he was gently in cleaning you up, mindful of all your sensitive spots. once he was all done, he put you in a pair of his boxers and his quidditch sweatshirt, allowing you to curl into his chest and play with his fingers as you came down. “ronnie?” you asked softly.

“yes dove?” he asked.

“does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” you asked him.

“if you want me to be,” he smiled at you. you nodded with a small smiled as you looked up at him. he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against your’s. “go to sleep dove, i’ll be right here, okay?”

“okay,” you whispered, allowing your exhaustion to overcome you.

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