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ourloveisforthelovely · 2 months

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Lily's Sister (Part 8)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You are Lily’s younger sister. Regulus never becomes a death eater but abandoned his family for the order. The two of you have a love/hate relationship that intensifies after you come back from a year abroad.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

Link to Part 7

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“Y/n, where are you?”

Hearing Lily call your name made Regulus break away from you quickly. The two of you quickly redressed to your formal state before going upstairs. Regulus quietly opened the door while you grabbed a photo album to stage a reason why the two of you went upstairs. The last thing that you wanted was for your mother or father to know that you dragged Regulus upstairs for a quickie in your childhood bedroom.

“Anywhere this was when I was 9.”

You said randomly earning a smirk from Regulus as Lily walked into the room.

“There you two are. You both disappeared.”

You held up the photo album.

“I was showing Regulus a picture. Bloody hell, Lily, we didn’t have time to come up here and screw each other.”

It took all Regulus had not to laugh at that. He had to hand it to you…you could be downright sneaky when you needed to be.

“I never knew that she could be such a sassy little tart.”

Regulus thought with a small smirk as he turned his attention to you. He never thought that he would go to absolute pieces over a girl but it was happening.

“Was happening” wasn’t even the proper words. Regulus “lost” it the moment that the two of you had the first intimate moment alone.

While you spoke quietly to Lily, Regulus let his mind go back to the conversation that he had with Sirius. It wasn’t long after the two of you had slept together for the first time.

Sirius was sitting on the couch and had caught Regulus looking into the other room at you. Regulus knew that Sirius had noticed the “longing” expression in his younger brother’s eyes. It had to be the first time that Regulus had probably had that expression on his face.

“She’s perfect for you. She doesn’t know you or our mum. She has nice thighs.”

Regulus had heard what Sirius said but it didn’t compute to his brain at that particular moment.

“She could strangle me with those and I would die a happy man….what did I just say?”

Sirius immediately started laughing. Regulus had completely frozen when those words left his mouth. While Regulus had slept with multiple women before…none of them had affected him as you had. One night of hot sweaty passionate lovemaking had Regulus ready to be an honest man and only want you. Granted, it would take some time before Regulus fully accepted and appreciated that thought.

“Awe, you discovered girls.”

Sirius said before laughing even harder.

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. Regulus hadn’t been listening to the conversation that you were having. The annoyed tone, however, pulled Regulus right back into it.

“Why are they here?”

Lily sighed, looking as equally as put out. She didn’t disagree with you on not wanting to see Petunia. Dealing with Petunia was about as enjoyable as getting dental surgery.

“Because Petunia is our sister and mum wanted a dinner with all of her children. Even if one of them is the most difficult woman on the planet and her husband is the human equivalent of a walrus.”

“A walrus?”

Regulus questioned. He had heard plenty of tales about Vernon and Petunia. Neither sounded the least bit delightful. If Regulus never met them, he wouldn’t have lost too much sleep about it.

Lily nodded.

“You’ll see what I mean soon enough. They are the type of muggle that hate people like us.”

Regulus immediately rolled his eyes. If he wasn’t in your parent's home and didn’t give a damn about ruining his reputation in their eyes, he would let Vernon and Petunia have it.

“Maybe I will run into them somewhere else?”

Regulus thought with a smirk.

“Lovely.”

Regulus commented. You turned your attention back to your boyfriend. There was no doubt in your mind that Regulus would absolutely hate Petunia and Vernon. If he climbed across the table and smack the shit out of both of them, you wouldn’t be at all surprised. Vernon and Petunia were the type of muggles that the Walburga and Orion warned their sons about.

“Just try to get along with them. I don’t want mum or dad to be drug along into this. They only want their family together for one night.”

Regulus and Lily reluctantly nodded. The two looked at each other slightly surprised that for once they agreed on something. Had the situation not been so serious you would have made a witty comment about Regulus and Lily actually having something in common after all.

“Fine. I won’t call them fucking morons to their face but you can’t stop me from thinking it.”

Regulus replied smugly. Lily groaned.

“I’ll give you money to say it to their faces.”

“Lily.”

You said your older sister’s name before shaking your head.

“He actually will.”

You added. Regulus only nodded in agreement. It wouldn’t take much for him to be totally okay with insulting some self-righteous asshole muggles.

“We might well get this over with. I hear the walrus.”

You mumbled. Lily turned and left the room to go in search of James. She had to warn him to be nice too.

“So, do we go after her or do we just stay here?”

Regulus questioned. You reached down for his hand.

“Get it over with.”

You murmured before going to the door. Regulus reached out and stopped you. He quickly spun you around and shoved you against the wall. You internally sighed the moment that his mouth was back on yours. Reaching up, you gently tugged on Regulus’ hair earning a groan from your boyfriend.

“Be a good girl, love, and I’ll make your evening better when we get home.”

“Yeah? I would sure hope so.”

You murmured, still not moving your mouth far away from Regulus’. He slightly chuckled before kissing you once more.

“You’re such a tart.”

Regulus said, fixing his now-destroyed hair.

“Well, you started it.”

You countered, giving him a cocky smile. Regulus shook his head before reaching down for your hand.

“We better stop or we are going to end up screwing again and will never get this dinner over with.”

Going back downstairs, you took a deep breath and silently prayed this dinner wouldn’t be as awful as the last one. You did not want to spend two hours listening to Vernon talk about how exciting his job was again. You were thankful that James and Regulus were there this time. James had no shame in making Vernon’s life miserable. He would ask annoying questions until Vernon finally got the message and shut the fuck up.

Walking into the living room, you faked a smile as Vernon and Petunia looked up.

“Y/n, it's so…nice to see you.”

Petunia said, in a forced friendly tone. Vernon, meanwhile, didn’t say anything.

“It's nice to see you too, Petunia. This is my boyfriend, Regulus.”

Petunia and Vernon were surprised to hear this news. You never brought a boy home. Now here stood what could be the best-looking boy that Petunia had ever seen in her life.

“Pleasure.”

Regulus commented, in his usual icy tone. Your mother motioned to the two empty seats.

“Sit down. It's so nice to have all three of my daughters home for an evening.”

As you sat down, you shot Lily a look that said “Kill me now.” Regulus meanwhile, was busy looking between Petunia and yourself. Nothing looked at all similar. If Regulus saw the two of you together in public, he never would have put it together that the two of you were siblings. You resembled Lily more than anyone.

“And for that I am grateful.”

Regulus thought as he frowned at how unattractive Petunia was.

The dinner was mostly an uneventful affair. Right as your mother plated dessert, Vernon turned his attention to Regulus.

“So, what is it you do, exactly? You haven’t said much of anything.”

Your mother and father’s eyes rolled up to Regulus as if silently apologizing for their rather rude son-in-law. Vernon had been talking about his wonderful job so long that no one had the chance to utter a word.

Regulus turned his attention to Vernon. So far there was absolutely nothing about the man that could be the slightest bit redeemable. If Regulus never met Vernon again, he would be totally okay with it. Vernon was nearly as vain and boring as Regulus’ uncle Cygnus. Regulus had spent half the dinner thinking about how if Cygnus would entertain the thought of having muggle friends he and Vernon would be perfect for each other.

“I’m a lawyer.”

Regulus replied. Vernon frowned.

“You look awfully young to be a lawyer.”

Regulus put his drink down.

“In our world, we don’t have to spend ages in school in order to be successful. It also doesn’t take much to prove or defend someone for a crime.”

Vernon rolled his eyes.

“I see. You are like them.”

He motioned to James, Lily, and yourself with clear distaste in his voice. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Like them? Oh, I get it. You have a problem with what we are and what you are not. Unfortunately, not everyone can be special. Some people need to be…ordinary.”

Vernon turned a shade of pink that you had never seen before. James meanwhile, grinned.

“Vernon, I would be nice to him. His family is loaded and they know all kinds of dark magic. If Y/n and Regulus get married, you may meet them at the wedding.”

You gave James a look before putting your head down to not giggle. Something told you that if you did marry Regulus, Vernon and Petunia would be no-shows. Granted, the Blacks probably wouldn’t be there either once Walburga found out that her baby boy was to be with a muggle-born.

“Regulus probably won’t want them there anyway.”

That thought alone spoke volumes. Of all the time that you had known Regulus, he never did much with his family. He would go to a family dinner when his mother pestered him enough but that was it. Regulus mostly avoided them like the plague.

You were also extremely thankful for that fact too. The last thing that you wanted was to potentially have to explain yourself to Walburga and Orion Black. Nothing that you could say would be good enough to convince them that you would be the perfect wife for their son. Walburga would probably try to attack you for “bewitching her baby boy.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to Regulus. He sat staring at Vernon with his best “lawyer scowl.” You had seen him look at many people like this. Between being in a courtroom with Mr. Crouch while Regulus defended someone or an Order meeting…this was Regulus’ perfect poker face.

Regulus focused his attention on Vernon’s face. To his pleasure, he saw fear in the man’s eyes.

“Thank you for that James. Look, Vernon, I know about you. Whether you like our kind or not, you will be showing us respect.”

Regulus focused his attention on Vernon’s surprised face before speaking directly into his mind.

“You will show me respect as you will with every other person at this table. Potter is right about one thing. I do know how to make your life miserable and I won’t hesitate to do so. I beg you to give me a reason.”

Vernon was clearly surprised by the experience. He looked around a moment or two before realizing what was actually happening.

“You’ve made your point!”

Vernon thought, nervously. Regulus leaned back in his seat with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Peachy.”

Vernon was magically silent for the remainder of the evening. You were happy with whatever it was Regulus did and didn’t plan to ask any questions. Seeing your older sister and her pig of a husband silenced made the remainder of the evening magical.

Arriving back home, James was in fits of giggles after Regulus told him exactly what he did.

“I wish that I could have heard the whole thing. I may have to upgrade you to friend.”

Regulus rolled his eyes as he took off his coat.

“Isn’t that nice? Well, that was an interesting evening.”

Lily sat down on the couch in a huff.

“That is why there aren’t many Evans family dinners. One can only take so much Vernon and Petunia Dursley before your brain goes soggy.”

Regulus shrugged.

“He made me want to punch a wall. Oh well, he’s scared of me now. You are most welcome, by the way. Y/n, sugar, are you ready to call it a night?”

You simply nodded before going to head up the stairs. James whined.

“Silencing spells are great. We all know that she calls you daddy.”

Lily shot her husband a glare while Regulus turned around and gave James a smirk.

“Now that we all know each other. Later.”

Lily waited until Regulus was out of the room before throwing a pillow at James’ head.

“Why would you do that?”

Meanwhile, you had barely gotten up the stairs when Regulus pulled you into the bathroom.

“I wanted to spend the evening in a hot steamy shower marking your pretty little neck up.”

You gave Regulus a little smirk before beginning to get undressed.

“We both can get what we want.”

You moved to turn the tap on and waited for the water to get hot and steamy. After turning the shower on, you were about to get in but stopped when Regulus wrapped his around you from behind.

“Turn your neck to the side.”

Regulus ordered. You did as you were told and waited for Regulus to bury his face in your neck. When he didn’t, you started to turn but stopped the moment Regulus lightly smacked your ass.

“Stop being impatient, I was only admiring my work from the other night.”

Regulus commented before licking a path over the love bite from the night before last.

“Now be a good girl and get in the shower.”

(The next morning)

You were thankful that the previous evening’s moodiness seemed to evaporate after returning home. After the little go in the shower, Regulus was back to himself.

“You’ll be late today?

You questioned as Regulus walked you to your office. He rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Yeah, this case I have is a real drag. How I’m supposed to defend this man properly is still a mystery on its own. I should thank your twat of a boss for sending him my way. If I wouldn’t get the book thrown at me I would kick him.“

You shook your head before fixing Regulus’ tie. It was no secret to you that there was no love lost between Barty Crouch Sr and Regulus. Regulus had no respect for the older man since he threw his own son into prison (even if there was enough evidence to do so). While Regulus had not said it, you knew that he missed Barty Crouch Jr. Regulus had lost so many friends over the years. Knowing that one of them was locked away in prison forever to rot there was a rough thought.

“I would prefer that you don’t kick him. I rather like you being home with me and not in Azkaban. Besides, you are too pretty to go to jail.”

Regulus smirked before shaking his head.

“You really are a pain in my ass.”

You gave him a smile before stepping closer to kiss him goodbye.

“That’s why you love me.”

Never in a million years did Regulus EVER think that he would be standing in the Ministry of Magic flirting with his minx of a girlfriend. Now here he was and he was starting to not give a damn. It was nice feeling wanted.

“Yeah, you keep me on my toes wondering what in the fresh hell you have done to me.”

You placed a hand on Regulus’ chest, fighting the urge to pull him into another kiss.

“Melting your heart and keeping your dick hard… it's what I do best.”

(meanwhile)

Walburga and Druella walked through the Ministry of Magic hallways. Both women had come to pick up a document that Orion had requested. Walburga was annoyed with her husband. He was perfectly capable of doing something himself but as usual, requested Walburga to do it.

“He is probably busy with his stupid mistress. The whore is nothing but trouble.”

Walburga grumbled. Druella rolled her eyes.

“The men in our family have problems with saying no to pretty young women.”

Druella was about to say more but stopped the moment that she spotted Regulus standing outside of Barty Crouch Sr’s office. Her eyes widened as she realized that Regulus was talking to a girl…a girl that the Black family had no idea about.

“Speaking of the men in our family being unable to say no to pretty young women. Look at your son.”

Walburga frowned before following Druella’s line of sight. She stopped the moment that she saw Regulus. It had been weeks since Walburga had heard a peep from her youngest son. Now here he stood standing awfully close to a girl that Walburga knew nothing about. She looked you over. Whoever you were, you were a lovely young woman.

“I wonder who she is?”

Druella questioned. Walburga shrugged.

“He hasn’t even informed me of a girlfriend.”

Druella chuckled as you reached out to fix Regulus’ tie then stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Well, she is either his lover or they are very good friends. I have never seen her before. I wonder why she is…and her blood status?”

Walburga had to fight the urge to stomp over to her son and demand answers to her questions but decided not to. Regulus had been avoiding her like the plague. Walburga wasn’t sure if it was due to his new job or some kind of “I have no parents I was hatched from an egg syndrome” that Regulus was going through. Whatever the problem was truly bothered Walburga. She had already lost Sirius and now her precious baby boy acted as if he had no time for his parents.

“Yet, he has time for this girl.”

Walburga thought coldly.

“I have no idea who she is but I will find out. I think it's time for us to have a family dinner. I want to know about who this little woman is. My son owes his mother some explanations.”

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zaceouiswriting · 10 months

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The Master of Fulfillment

Character: Jason Todd (Wayne) x male reader, Dick Grayson (Wayne) x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Smut, degrading, slurs, cuckolding, Master/Slave, choking

Read it with the thought that Dick and Jason aren't adopted brothers but blood brothers, which makes it all the more intense.

It was an odd sight. Jason and I come to this cafe almost every day as his work takes up most of his time, and it's right across the street from his workplace. My work is easy and gives me a lot of time. It mostly means that I'm constantly alone without my loving boyfriend. At this point, I can't even recall seeing him naked for more than five minutes or him bending me over for more than a moment.

The saddest part? I wasn't even mad about it. Because a quicky with him is really... quick. Not only is it dissatisfying, but it also makes me feel a kind of angry resentment. Since the first few months of our relationship, he hasn't taken the time to make me cum just by fucking me like he used to. He promised it would be a short thing, but three years have passed, and nothing has changed.

We've been drifting apart for a while because he just doesn't seem to care anymore. Sometimes I think he's aware of it, but then again, he doesn't change it. That's probably what annoys me the most. For a few months now, I don't even give him a quickie without rolling my eyes in annoyance. He stopped asking about it, which obviously made him unhappy as well. Yet, still no change.

I lost my sex drive a long time ago. Or I thought so. Because the strange sight, which is completely different from any other visit we have made here, makes me feel things I haven't experienced in a long time. A tight-fitting shirt, bulging arms big enough to crush my head if they want to. An obviously well-trained chest and an eight-pack under the cloth. But the most important thing besides his perfectly square face and impeccable haircut? His damn tight pants. With a nice firm butt. But the most cloth hugs, his massive bulge. It looks at least twice as big as Jason's. I could immediately feel jealousy rising in me for the person lucky enough to be the partner of this god.

I can feel my own pants tightening. I had to take my eyes off this man made of pure sex.

Logically it shouldn't be a strange sight to see a cop, not even a handsome one, at a coffee shop, but he was strangely alone. Usually, they are never alone buying coffee or something to eat for all their colleagues.

I've tried to ignore his existence, but every now and then, my eyes would wander to him, his well-built body, and whenever he shifted his stance, I would stare straight at his massive bulge. He's been there a lot longer than he should have been. But who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

Just as I was thinking about it and staring at the back of his head, he suddenly turned around with a scowl plastered over his face, but as soon as our eyes met, his face strangely relaxed. But soon, his eyes wandered up and down my seated body. I could only feel like a piece of meat under his gaze. A grin appeared out of nowhere on his devilishly handsome face, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth and, in particular, two sharp upper teeth.

A bright red blush appeared on my face, so apparent that even Jason couldn't miss it. "Are you all right, babe? Are you sick?” he asked worriedly. He even went so far as to stand up, leaning slightly toward me, and to put his rough, warm hand on my forehead to take my temperature.

His loving touch made me sick. "Maybe you should go and splash some cold water in your face? It might help,” he told me softly but firmly. There's something strange in his eyes, but I can't quite put my finger on what. Somehow I feel compelled to do as he told me. But before I could leave - shortly after I got up - he pulled me in a quick, smooth movement, very close to him. He definitely could feel my hard cock on him. But he ignored it. Instead, he kissed me deeply. He even went so far as to stick his tongue in. His love is on full display.

For a second, he felt like old Jason, the high school football captain I fell in love with, so rough and domineering. But as soon as we parted, he shyly looked away. My stomach turns with disgust.

Without saying another word, I walk away from him without looking at him again. But the cop - I daydreamed so much - got a look from me. Why? I have no idea. Surprisingly, he already looks at me with hunger in his dark blue eyes and lets them run over my body again before I finally disappear into the bathroom.

I lean against the closed door, breathing heavily. Why does this man make my heart beat so fast? Why was my body sweating so much? And why can't I answer any of these questions?

For a moment, I was so lost in my own thoughts that I forgot this was an open toilet. Quickly, before someone tries to open it and maybe knocks me over, I move away from the door.

I'll go over to the sink, open the water, and splash it in my face as Jason told me to. But why am I doing what he told me? Maybe it was the tone of his voice… so demanding it felt like old Jason.

I shook my head, knowing better. He's gone soft. Too soft.

I remember Jason standing over me in the locker room after one of his team members fucked me for the first time. Jason was so jealous. He was so deliciously rough. He treated me brutally. He didn't care if I got bruises from his treatment. Once, he even gave me a black eye. I vividly remember cumming hard that night: no one else could make me cum like this.

A strange feeling on my face snapped me out of my head the second time. Glancing slightly up in the mirror, I discover a single frustrated tear. But at that moment, I realized something: I still love this soft idiot.

I need to talk to him to find out what's changed! Just as I turned around, the door to the restrooms suddenly opened, startling me a little. For a second, I think it might be Jason to fulfill a long-forgotten sexual fantasy of his. But when I could see the blue of a police officer's uniform, a certain sadness came over me. However, this feeling only lasted a second before a strange excitement came over me.

Confused as to what to do, I rush to the urinals. I quickly pull my pants open and get my cock out. Nervously I tried to pee, but nothing came out. Even though I could feel my bladder filling up out of nowhere, I couldn't let a drop out.

The intimidating footsteps of the cop only make it worse. I hope he would walk down as far as possible. Best at the other end of the room. I decided to keep my eyes closed and pray; until I could no longer hear his footsteps. Despite all this, he came to stand right next to me.

Suddenly my heart started beating faster again. Frightened, I open my eyes only to glance sideways and see the intimidating statue of this muscular mountain of a man. But his eyes were forward and closed just like mine a second ago.

He deftly undid his fly without looking and fished something out, seeming to have some difficulty with it, commenting with annoyed little noises. The depth of his voice shocked me to my core. I look up for just a moment at his sharp, masculine features. But even from the bottom corner of my eye, I could see beige skin sticking out of the front of his pants.

And when my eyes noticed whatever it was, my mouth went dry. "Fuck!" I exclaimed loudly. Involuntarily I would like to add! It was just a reaction.

Even after I could hear a deep laugh, I couldn't take my eyes off this huge hunk of meat. His cock is thicker than my wrist and even limp as long as Jason's hard cock. Jason isn't small by any measurement, but this cop's cock is on another level.

But nothing could intimidate me like the sudden powerful jet of water that this man let out, completely occluding my bladder. It's so aggressive that I know he's doing it to intimidate me even further. And it's an eternity before he finally shakes off with a deep, low, satisfied groan.

He pulls back his foreskin and waves it to get the last drops out. But even then, he didn't pack it up again. Instead, he stroked it lazily. It scared me. Not because it wasn't damn hot to see this man do something like that, but because he might notice me staring at him.

A quick glance upwards is enough to see that he is looking down at me. The hunger in his eyes is darker now. "So you're a fag?" he asks with a malicious grin. He seems to know exactly what he's doing. Because for some reason, I could feel some kind of lust tightening in my stomach or wherever.

He boldly steps back from the urinal and holds his semi-hard cock in his massive hand, which would take him at least two more to completely enclose his cock. My eyes widened at the realization that this man wants me, not only wants me but might even want to destroy me, considering his... question.

“I-I-“

"Don't be shy," he mused. He comes closer with his feet straight and pushes me further back. "Touch it," he commanded me. Although his voice sounded sweet, I could feel the pressure of authority pressing on me.

Before I know it, I hold out my shaking hand. Soon I'm touching the fat cock head and feeling a wetness on it. The urge to try it rose in me. But I couldn't! I have a boyfriend! That thought, thankfully, brings me back to my senses. I quickly try to withdraw my hand. But before I can do that, something inside me stops my movements for some reason. I look up anxiously and look the officer straight in the eyes. He angrily stares down at me.

"I see you want more, don't you? Greedy little fagot!” His dark, murderous eyes are now paired with an equally sinister laugh that startles me so much I stumble backward. I almost fall to my knees from sheer weakness. "Get on your knees!" he suddenly orders me.

“Wha-“

"I'm not repeating myself!" he growled right in my face.

"I-I can't! I ha-have a boy-boyfriend!” My teeth are chattering from fear.

All he does is mock me. "You mean that guy out there? The one you flinched from when he touched you? Can't he satisfy a whore like you? Is he that pathetic?”

A sudden surge of caution washes over me. Finally free of this moment, I pull my hand away, even though I mentally curse myself for it. "It's not like-"

"You already cheated on him just because I took out my obviously bigger cock. It's only a matter of time how long it will be before you're begging to take it up your little bitch hole!"

He grins down at me so arrogantly that I immediately believe he is the case and then some. I don't seem to be his first victim of lust. That much is clear. But if you look like him, are built like him, and have a cock like him? Who can blame him for using it to his advantage? I would do the same if I were in his place.

A thick, awkward silence falls over us for a long moment. He just stares, seemingly trying to understand me. But then his face suddenly twists into pure disappointment. Tightened, he clicked his tongue dismissively. Right before me, he tucks his monster cock back into his pants and pulls up his fly. He gives me one last dissatisfied look before turning around.

Suddenly a pang of disappointment comes over me. But why? Is it because a man like him wants me? Do I want to please him? Do I want to please him more than being faithful to my loving boyfriend?

Everything goes so fast, and all these thoughts shoot through my head within seconds of him turning around. He only took two heavy steps, and it is impossible not to miss him. Even his footsteps showed a tremendous amount of authority. They are so powerful that I wish he would step on me.

At that moment, my mouth opens: "Stop!" I call after him, out of breath. For a moment, I did not realize that I'd said anything.

Before I know it, my back hits a wall so hard it takes my breath away. It was hard to focus again. But when I finally managed to come back, a broken moan escaped my lips. A massive hand gripped my throat and cut off my windpipe. But I don't care. After all, it's this man. His eyes were even darker than before.

His mouth opens, and he even says something, but the only thing I can focus on is his hand which I wish would beat me red and blue. I've never seen so many veins in a hand or forearm as he does.

From one moment to the next, my ears start ringing as my head flies to the side. For a second, I feel like a star hit me - literally.

"Are you back, bitch?" he asks smugly. He seems to know that everything about him makes me lose focus.

As pathetic as I am right now, I try to talk, but all that comes out is a choked sound. At that moment, I realize that his hand is still around my neck. So I nod submissively.

"Good," he says, still as smug as before, "because now you're going to listen to me carefully, understood?" Again I nod. "We don't have time for all the fun, so I'm going to turn you around, get you ready for a moment, and then fuck you stupid, got it?"

Unable to do anything else, knowing I'll do anything to feel his hand on me and not wanting to disappoint him again, I nod. Still grinning, he takes his hand from my throat. Instead, he cups my chin between his thumb and index finger. Carefully, gently he slaps my face.

"Good boy," he whispers huskily in my ear.

Never in my life has my cock become as hard as it is at this moment. I squirm under his intense gaze. His callous hands trail down to my chest. So out of fear, I close my eyes, enjoying his full attention, only to be carelessly grabbed and thrown around. I soon find my face crushed against the disgusting white tiles of the bathroom.

He presses close to my back. I can feel his hardening cock poking against it. This man is just too big... in all regards. But he doesn't let that bother him. Instead, he uses the big body size difference to masturbate with my lower back.

His head is so close and yet, so far away that he has to bend down to let his breath tickle the hairs on the back of my neck and the fine hairs on my ears. For a second, I think he's going to kiss me. His lips are this close to my skin. "Are you clean?" he asks suddenly.

Confused by this question, I try to turn my head to look askance at him. Before I can do that, though, he pushes my head back to where he wants it. I fearfully gasp for air. "Yes," I answer him. Hoping he means if I'm healthy.

An intrusive feeling snaps me out of my thoughts as I feel a long finger poking through the crack in my ass. My eyes shoot down in shock. My pants are on the floor, around my ankles. How did he do that? I neither felt nor heard anything. I didn't even feel the cold breeze around my bare legs like I do now!

"And your hole, bitch?" His breathing gets ragged, hopefully with excitement, as mine does.

It feels so personal, too much, if I'm being honest. On the other hand, I'm standing in front of him half-naked, ready to take anything he wants to give me, just like the slut he thinks I am. And I can't even blame him for that. Then that's precisely how I'm behaving in this moment.

"I-I never ga-gave up my special diet," I choke out as his finger circles my tight hole. I realize how much I need a real man to touch me there and use my hole like it's his.

"Hmm..." he hummed contentedly. "What a good boy you are," he muses again, the smug grin evident in his voice.

As he calls me that again, my resolve shatters. My knees give out. Before I can move too much, though, his hands are on my waist. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, "you're not the first whore to go weak in the knees. Although it usually doesn't happen until they find out how long my tongue is."

I'm gasping for air, confused as to what he could mean. But suddenly, his head is gone. Even more confused, I gather all my strength and press my hands against the wall to get my head off it. I can barely move my head, but my eyes immediately take in what is happening. This god of a man crouches behind me, his head level with my butt.

"Nice ass, I'll give you that," he says absently. With his hands, he kneads my perfectly round ass cheeks. A slap ripped a big moan out of my throat. "A perfect jiggle." At this point, he's just mumbling. He smacks my ass a few more times, though.

Until his voice suddenly gets even lower, with which he says a single word after a particularly hard slap on my ass: "Fuck".

Both together lead me to the most humiliating experience that I have ever happened to me in my entire life. With no warning or ability to stop it, I groan loudly.

It would certainly have been less humiliating if it hadn't snapped the cop out of his horny trance.

"Are you really that needy, bitch? Well, then maybe we should start?”

Of course, that's not a question because only a second later, I feel his wet tongue on my hole. It's not hard for the tip to break through, considering his fingers have already made me pretty loose.

But he quickly pulls out the tip of his tongue just to lick my hole up and down, teasing it with the tip only to give it a big lick again. Honestly, he has driven me crazy within seconds. With my arms flat against the wall and my head banging against it, I let him do as he pleases.

He pays more attention to my needs than Jason has in years. For years he just fucks me until he's done and then leaves. But this cop? A man I've never met before - I might add - really knows what he's doing, like a pro.

I should soon find out what he meant by the comment about his long tongue because everything in his regard seems to be... extraordinary. I even believe that his tongue alone could get into my stomach. Of course, it can't. But he reaches in extremely far and covers my insides with his spit. He even goes as far as to spit deep inside me once or twice. Preparing me to take his monster cock without lube.

The once cool tiles no longer comfort me. The officer's hot, wet tongue gives me pleasure like no one has before. Not even Bryan, who before the officer was the best fucker I've ever had. And the officer still has to give me what I really want. What I desire, since I have noticed him.

But apparently, he won't give it to me without a fight. Because all he does is please me with his powerful tongue.

Soon, however, even the thoughts that, not so long ago, fill me with fear and disappointment in myself for giving myself to another man and the desire to please him.

All I can do now is fixate on the tongue deep in my greedy hole. The bumps on his tongue massaged my sensitive insides. But what really gets me going is the flexibility of his tongue. Suddenly, he rolls his tongue and uses it like an icebreaker to penetrate me even deeper.

For a second, my mind is blank. When I come to, I'm lying flat against the wall, a hand behind my back holding me tighter against it while an arm around my knees keeps me upright. I can feel the arrogant smirk on my butt, but at this point, I know he's right. I might not like it, but he's a sex god who can turn even something as simple as a rim job into a feast of pleasure.

The tingling sensation of his tongue going deep into areas previously reserved for cocks is just too nice. His tongue is obscene, as are the moans he can filter out of me. I'm already on cloud nine… no, wait, cloud eleven. He gets me high just through my lust.

My brain is so slow I don't feel his tongue leave my hole and gape like a fish out of water. It even takes a moment before he realizes he's spitting in, only to have his long fingers push it in deeper. And it takes even longer before I realize he's talking to me.

I slowly take in his words and somehow find the strength to turn my head slightly. I look at him with blurred eyes, the area around his lips shows a slight reddishness, but it's almost imperceptible.

"I don't think I can do it," I murmur almost silently.

"But a really good boy would do that for his man."

“You aren-“

"Do I have to punish you?" His voice suddenly drops again, and his eyes, which gleam with lust, are filled with anger and disappointment.

With new tears forming in my eyes, I shake my head. It puts back a smug smile on his full lips. "Good," he says before he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch.

Why he wants me to undo his fly again is beyond me, and with my shaking hand, it's no easy task anyway. It takes a while before I can even get my hands on it and even longer before I can open it. But the man doesn't care. He's patiently waiting for me to obey his commands like I'm his whore.

He still helps my hand reach into his pants and leans forward again before I can pull him out. So I can only jerk him off a little over his underwear. "I've never seen a fag like you, who is more like a whore than a regular fag and is falling apart so damn easily. You haven't even tasted my...dick." The last word lingered for a while, seductively.

One moment he's praising me, and the next, he's demeaning me, but unfortunately, both kind of turn me on. I've never bothered with either of them before have only done them to my partners, but now with him? With this man? I want to hear it from him, over and over again, both. Maybe it's his soothing, authoritative voice or his body and what he represents.

“I-I-“

"Try not to think too much," he says, still smugly. "I'm going to fuck you now whether you like it... or not. You asked me to do it, so I'll do it, and if I like your sweet little hole, I might make it mine."

A thousand things go through my mind, but mostly Jason, my faithful, loving boyfriend, who's still at the cafe...alone...waiting for me, and I'm here, with another man, no. .. a real man, someone who can give me what I need. "I can-"

Just as I begin to speak, a sudden pressure is applied to my not yet opened wide enough hole. The pain races through my body, but my mind is too busy to react immediately. On the other hand, the man behind me is more than ready. Before I know it, a hand blocks my mouth, and another arm pulls both of my hands behind my back and holds them there, just to be safe, I suppose.

"Now be a good little boy and scream!"

Without a second thought, the officer rammed into me. It overwhelms me. It feels like he's splitting me in half. While at the same time not giving me much time to understand what he's doing. Then, just a moment after ramming as much as he could into me, he pulled back completely. Every sound I want to make gets stuck in my throat. I just couldn't get it out.

I can feel an intense gaze on the back of my head. With his head far away from mine, his deep voice suddenly roared, "I told you to yell for me, you stupid fag!" After saying this, the officer, annoyed at my uncooperative, aims and rams his massive dick back into my hole.

Finally, muffled screams echo through the room, and tears run down the officer's rough, large hand. Almost as soon as those painful screams come from me, I hear a loud moan of satisfaction behind me.

"You're a lot tighter than I thought...Your boyfriend is even more pathetic than I thought...Shit, so fucking tight!"

Even though he's using me like a fucking toy and doesn't seem to care how much pain he's causing me, I admit it's exactly what I need. I might not be able to walk for a few days and perhaps even bleed because the cop suddenly opens my tight hole so wide. But I already know I'll be needing something like this more often. I would prefer it if he never pulled his cock out again.

I'm so far gone after he pushes himself back inside me that my screams soon become bubbling noises.

Almost as if he's waiting for something like this to happen, he removes his hand from my mouth without breaking his rhythmic movements. "Did you try to say something?" he asks smugly. His breathing is even as if this is something normal to him. Remembering his massive, muscular physique and thinking that he's not just a gym rat but an athlete through and through gives me my answer to my unasked question. Somehow it made this situation even more erotic.

"Roem, a ened erom," I tell him. Everything is right in my head, and I tell him I need more. But when I hear my own words, I am deeply embarrassed.

He chuckles darkly, knowing as well as I do that he's already broken me after just a few moments of him fucking me. Suddenly, a strange, unfamiliar glow appears in his eyes. Just as it appears, he forcibly turns my head and pulls it back, arching my back. As he smiles down at me, terror courses through my veins. Whatever's going on in his head, it can't be good.

Suddenly something wet hits my face. Barely able to open one of my eyes, I see that his smile has grown, and a string of spit is hanging out of his mouth. Shocked and disgusted, all I could do was gape at him.

But he seems to take this as an invitation, so he quickly slaps his hand on my cheek and massages his spit into my skin, two fingers even wiping a bit into my mouth.

Unable to comprehend what is happening, I close my mouth around his fingers and lick them like an obedient whore.

“Fuck!“

His hand on my face suddenly pushes my head down while his other arm pulls me back. Thinking he wants to bend me over and press me against the wall, I move as much as possible to help him with my aching body.

But to my utmost shock, he goes even further. Instead of against the wall, he presses my head close to the bottom of the toilet, into which he has just urinated without flushing. I can smell the strong smell. He almost pushed me in. But I can barely get my hands on the toilet to prevent that.

I choke on the disgusting stench and almost throw up. The officer keeps me there even after hearing about it. "You'd do anything to get that cock back, wouldn't you?" he asks menacingly. Even without hearing anything else, I'm split: on the one hand, I would do anything to feel him again. On the other hand, I have my own pride. And I don't like that shit.

So I gather all my strength to draw a line. I cling to the toilet with an effort, undeterred by his powerful attempts to push me back down.

It takes a while, but once I move away from that smell, I grab onto the top of the toilet and turn my head. "Fuck you!" I tell him in a moment of clarity.

"Feisty." He's not even confused by my sudden action, which confuses me more than anything else. "I like it. A tight fucking hole, handsome, and not easy to bend." After that, there's a long pause, but I can see he's about to say something else. "Then come here and see how much punishment you can endure!"

It's the only form of warning before he pulls me flat against his massive chest, lifts me in the air, grabs me in odd places, and twists me with his monster cock inside me. When I finally get a close look at him, he's pinning us against the wall, with both of my legs resting on his left shoulder because of my pants binding them together and staring down into my eyes.

Not long after, I realize that his warning is no idle threat. He starts pounding me like a beast without breaking eye contact. Even though he's the most handsome man I've ever seen, I didn't feel like kissing him like Jason... Jason does. Shit, I'm cheating on my loving boyfriend.

When the man sees something is wrong, he pushes me harder against the wall. "Don't think about that loser. I'm fucking you, not him! Remember this!"

With that, he goes all in and even starts to sweat a bit. But that doesn't last long as all the pressure of the moment finally takes hold of me. My sensitive cock starts moving, and the officer has to hit me only one more time to make me cum again. This time, however, I scream Jason's name loudly.

But deep anger comes over him when he hears Jason's name slip from my lips. He starts to brutally fuck my hole, which makes my head go blank.

When I come to, the officer slumps on top of me, my hole drenched with his cum.

"You c-came inside me?" I ask him, my fear evident in my voice.

"Of course," he says smugly, "your hole is mine now!"

As if to make his point even clearer, he quickly pulls himself out of my sore hole, sets me down on the floor, and kicks me in the back of my knees, causing me to fall on top of her. I look up at him in confusion in my delirium. Before I could ask what he's doing, he opened my mouth slightly with his thumb. Still confused, I just let him do what he wants. But as the saying goes, if you give some people a hand, they take your entire arm.

Before I know it, he's cramming his first five or six inches down my throat, not without my teeth scraping his skin because of the surprise.

Thankfully, when I look up at him in shock, he doesn't look unhappy. More smug than anything. "Yeaaaah...uhh...oh damn! This hole is mine too!” he says firmly, not caring if I want it... or not. He simply decides for me.

At this point, I don't want to mention Jason anymore or think of him for fear of being punished again. "Clean that damn cock up, fagot!" He grins down at me. It makes me weak enough to see past what he just did. So push him back slightly to get a little control. With both hands, I lightly jerk his semi-hard cock, sucking his cock head clean and licking the rest of his monster clean as well.

When I look up again after cleaning him fully and dropping his cock, I see a happy glow in his eyes.

“Put it back in!“

Without further inquiry, I did as I was told, taking his now limp cock - still massive - and shoving it back into his pants, pulling his underwear over them, and pulling his fly back up. I place my hands on his large thighs for a second longer to catch my breath.

As I breathe, one of his large hands caresses me almost lovingly. His smugness is now completely gone. "Don't cry. Isn't it as bad as you might think," he told me cryptically. "Open your mouth."

This time I'm more reserved and only stare at him. He quickly realizes I won't do what he told me to do. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my hair. For a second, it hurt so bad that I opened my mouth involuntarily. He quickly stuck two fingers in and put something in my mouth.

I try to bite him, but he pulls his fingers out fast enough. As I glare at him, his smug smile is back. "Don't worry," he waved dismissively, "It's just a peppermint." Still, after telling me that, he gets dangerously close to me again. His smug grin turns predatory again. "You don't want your useless little friend smelling a real man on your breath, do you?"

His words hit all the right spots. He knows my guilt and bathes in it like a psychopath.

I push myself away from him, and instead, I crash into the tiled wall, not hard enough to hurt myself, but my dignity was injured nonetheless.

"Next time, I don't want to feel teeth on my cock, got it... bitch?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before going to the sink, washing his hands, and exiting the toilet without a backward glance.

He left me here...alone, with my face in my hands. Finally, the realization of what I've done comes into its own. How could I do that? Jason loves me, and I-I love him too. This will destroy him!

Though sadness overwhelms me, I somehow stand up. To do this, though, I put my hands on the side of the urinal to use as leverage, as my legs were more jelly than anything. Standing isn't any better, my whole back hurts like hell, and my ass is on fire. Somehow, however, I manage to get back to the sink.

When I see my reflection in the mirror, I'm not shocked to see myself completely disheveled. After all, my whole body just got destroyed by this arrogant fucking cop so annoyingly smug... I want to... fucking punch him in the face!

As my anger mounts, I realize it's my fault. A desperate sigh escapes my lips. I activated the water, splashed more water on my face, and cleaned up as best I could in a cafe toilet.

I could remove almost all the accumulated visible sweat and even save my hair to a certain extent. Only the redness on my face and slightly swollen eyes still told me something had happened.

I wait another minute, just hoping I don't seem too suspicious. When I'm happy enough with how I look, I walk to the toilet door and open it with a trembling hand to confront the man I love and just betrayed.

Extra:

Jason is happily sitting at our table while doing something on his phone. When I walk towards him or limp, he thankfully doesn't sense my presence until I've reached him and already sat down again.

"Are you all right again?"

Why is he ignoring my obviously different appearance? I look all messed up, and he doesn't react at all! Somehow it makes me angry. Is he even looking at me?

Suddenly he focuses on one point. As my gaze wanders to this point, terror fills my veins; A fucking semen stain, already crusted. But Jason just pulls out a tissue, looks around, and pulls my shirt up slightly to carefully clean my stomach. I can only sit there in horror.

“I-I can ex-explain I-„

Jason gives me a bright smile and just shakes his head. Which immediately silences me.

I can only wait until he's ready to talk and embarrassedly enjoy the attention he's giving me. I haven't felt this good in years! Even if the overshadowing feelings of guilt are getting stronger.

Even after he let my shirt drop, he's still smiling.

“I really need to tell-“

"Jason!" a sudden voice calls out to my boyfriend. One that I know only too well because a few minutes ago, the voice humiliated me and, at the same time, made me feel like a worthy sexual partner.

As I feel the blood drain from my face, I can only watch in horror as the same cop comes to our table, ruffles Jason's hair like he's done it a million times, and sits beside me, putting his arm too close for comfort.

He grins at me, making it painfully clear that something has happened between us.

"How do you know each other?"

With his still smug smirk, the cop switched between Jason and me before focusing on my boyfriend. "He's my little brother. I still can't believe he never told you about me. After all, we hang out together all the time!”

As soon as the words that his dirty mouth uttered registered in my brain, I almost fainted.

“Bro-Brother?“ I ask both men for clarification.

“Yeah,“ Jason admitted in a lowered voice.

Again the cop looks back and forth between Jason and me and can obviously sense the awkward atmosphere around us increasing as best I can feel it.

"Well, nice to finally meet the 'perfect guy' as Jason always flaunts you to me. But I have to go,” he tells us loudly, only for him to lean against me. "Remember, I like you tight," he whispers in my ear while his hand presses softly against my throat again.

But the moment breaks just as quickly as it has come. Jason's brother gets up and walks away, leaving me speechless.

"We can talk about this in the car," Jason says suddenly.

Tears well up in my eyes in a whirlwind of emotions. I don't want to let them fall in public, so I plainly nod. Oddly enough, Jason takes my hand and lovingly draws circles on the back.

But I'm far gone in my head. I now fully realize the gravity of what I've done. Maybe he could have forgiven me for cheating on him if it was some random guy, but his brother?

With a heavy stomach - that almost makes me throw up at our favorite coffee shop - Jason leads me straight to his car. He carefully helps me into the passenger seat and brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. Out of nowhere, he plants a nice, long kiss on my forehead.

I know, Jason! He's not so stupid that he didn't recognize the situation. So why is he still so loving?

It doesn't look like I'll be getting an answer to my silent question any time soon. Because as he gets into the car, he starts it and drives off. I have never experienced such silence, heavy and suffocating.

“I met Bryan again over two years ago.“

When he suddenly starts speaking, I jump a little. Maybe even a high-pitched squeak came out of my throat.

Jason doesn't even give me a sideways glance. He just starts talking again. "By that point, I could already sense that you were no longer sexually happy with me. I asked him if we could have a beer in the evening, and when we met, I asked him how he could keep you happy for so long. He was uncomfortable talking about it because he is actually married now after getting his girlfriend pregnant. But I got it out of him, and...let's just say it wasn't what I wanted to hear."

If someone had told me that my first ex could tear my whole world apart, even if we parted on good terms or as I thought it was on good terms, I wouldn't have believed it. But here I am, fighting against the only guy stupid enough to tell anyone's boyfriend stuff like that.

I gently place my hand on Jason's leg and try to get him to look at me so I can explain, but he doesn't react.

"I always thought I could be the guy you want and need. Maybe I'm the guy you want but not the guy you need. I felt insecure before speaking to Bryan because our sex life had already dwindled, but from what he told me, I felt... inadequate. And how could I not? His cock is huge... he showed me a picture. But the worst? That he could be something I can never be. A master."

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. Jason and I, of course, talked about our preferences. But I never mentioned my greatest. Yes, in the beginning, Jason was a dominant male, but around the same time, I realized it was just a facade. But I was willing to do anything to be happy with him.

“But Jason, I love you and what I did is not-“

"For once in your life, can you shut up?" He yells, gazing into my eyes angrily. I wanted to say something, and he could see that. "I set you up!"

“W-What?“

"I set you up with my brother," he finally admits. "He stopped by two weeks ago when you weren't there. I've been thinking about breaking up with you to give you a chance to find someone you need. All my ex-boyfriends have cheated on me with my brother at some point. He always told me beforehand. But this time? After he reminded me of the love you and I share? I-I asked him to be the one to give you what you need.”

"I don't understand." I'm breathless. I couldn't breathe! What's wrong with me?"

Jason doesn't seem to be doing any better, however. "I asked him to wear the most tight-fitting uniform he has, knowing he would draw your attention. Afterward, he told me that if we both had healthy sex lives, you would never have considered his advances. But he could tell you were starving for brutal sex.”

It must be difficult for him to admit his deepest worries. Because now I'm just someone who chose his brother over him.

“He's actually in to make this into something regular. And I have already agreed.”

"W-What? Don't I have a say in that too?” I ask him perplexed.

"I'm your boyfriend! That is never going to change! But I can't dominate you as much as you need to. It's the other way around... actually. I want you..."

His last words hang in the air like a lifeline. Yet I cannot really comprehend what he is revealing. A plot to cheat on him, but not to cheat him, but what for? Strengthen our relationship? Or getting me also into a relationship with his brother?

“What does all of this mean, Jason?“

He took a deep breath and took my hand into his again. He looks straight into my confused eyes. "My brother will be your only lover. And I want you to be dominant in bed with me."

I'm stunned, and it will probably take me a moment to really understand what he's saying. This is why we continue driving in silence until we arrive in the underground car park of our apartment building and come to a stop. Where everything suddenly hits me like a rock.

“Jason?“

“Yes, my love?“

“Are you a cuckold?“

It seems I hit the hammer on the head because his frozen reaction, unable to meet my gaze, speaks volumes.

"So you want to watch me get utterly destroyed by your own brother?" The question hangs heavily in the air.

“I-I don’t-I-“

"It sounds really... hot. I can imagine him fucking me silly while you stare at me with jealousy, and my face is contorted with ecstasy... I can imagine us doing that.”

I must have shocked Jason to the core because he fell silent. But he still holds my hand tightly in his. However, that didn't stand with me. I aggressively pull my hand out, stunning him even more.

Without saying a word, I get out of the car, walk around it and yank open his car door. He looks at me so perplexed that I want to cuddle with him and apologize.

“Get out!“ I order him.

He looks at me with wide eyes, a kind of pleasure in them, still trying to understand what I'm doing.

"Eyes down and follow me. You don't touch or look at me, understand?” Jason nods submissively. Grinning, I cup his face in my hands and give him a small kiss on his lips. Only to slap him in the face the next second with a cold expression on his face. He shudders under my gaze and quickly lowers his eyes.

I have a sinking feeling that this agreement will not go as planned. But for now, I'll try to make Jason happy.

[Masterlist]

#dick grayson #dick grayson x male reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x male reader #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #dc #dc imagine #dc x male reader #x male reader #x male reader imagines #x male reader imagine #Smut

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solomons-poison · 1 year

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can you do solomon x reader from the prompt 27?

First Time with Solomon

A/N: I sure can, anon! Since it's not specified in the prompt list, this'll be written as Solomon and reader's first time together, rather than just one or the other's. But if you'd prefer that, I can also write that too. But I just love the thought of, no matter how experienced either one is, the first time together feeling like a whole new experience. I also definitely didn't forget this in my drafts....

Featuring: GN reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: NSFW of course, minors and ageless blogs DNI; bottom!reader, soft Solomon supremacy 💜

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The first time with Solomon is nerve-wracking, for both of you. Despite his usual confidence in most situations, you always seem to have the ability of catching him off-guard and making him feel young and almost inexperienced, regardless of how seasoned either of you are.

That's why, when you two do decide to take things to the next level and sleep together, Solomon can't believe how nervous he is. But its exactly that nervousness that shows you he cares and wants to make sure you want this as much as he does.

He's a very caring partner, whether or not you're romantically together doesn't matter; even if you'd just decided on a friends-with-benefits type situation, he still prioritizes your comfort and wants to make sure you want this.

He's not typically one for quickies, he's instead very thorough with you, mapping out all your sensitive spots and exploring you, to see what reaction you make when he makes a move. Squeezing your waist, gripping your hips and thighs, running his hand along the curve of your ass and across your bare shoulders.

He'll make use of his mouth as well, if you want, using his lips and tip of his tongue to trace along the shapes of your body, kitten licking the tip of your arousal and sucking lightly at your nipples, leaving hickeys on the side of your neck. He knows his erogenous zones well, he's had quite a lot of time to study them, so you're in for a full experience.

If there's anything in particular you want to try out, he's very receptive to it. As mentioned in a prior post, Solomon is open to experimentation; he's willing to try most things once, and as long as you're willing to try it too, he will do his utmost to make sure you feel comfortable and safe while doing it.

And once he's sunk into you the first time, he's a lost man. Perhaps it's because of your close relationship through the magic arts, or simply excellent chemistry, but everything about you makes him practically drunk and he just can't get enough of you. If this was intended as a one-time deal, he may have a hard time staying away. All in all, the first time with this wizard is a magical experience, pun intended.

#solomon x reader #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #the minx can write ✍️#nsft warning #spicy minx 🔥#obey me smut #this got buried in my drafts and i completely forgot im so sorry

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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Can I order an old fashioned for Joel Miller, pretty please? I NEED to know your thots!

i'm not sure if you wanted thots on something in particular or just on joel himself so-

i'm just gonna slut this man out below the cut, cheers 🥂

this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)

thots below the cut

austin's favorite dilf: joel miller

joel is a very busy guy. we see that from the very beginning that he's constantly working, is never home on time, and then when the world goes to shit, there's not a whole lot of time for romance when you're trying to survive

that being said: joel miller is a fan of quickies (this goes for pre & post apocalyptic joel)

he's taking you ANY chance he gets

he just got home and found you still up waiting for him? he's making you ride his cock on the couch with his hand clamped over your mouth so you don't wake up sarah

he woke up before his alarm for once and you're in the kitchen making breakfast? he's fucking you from behind over the kitchen counter, furiously rubbing at your clit to get you to come because he hears tommy's heavy footsteps coming downstairs

he doesn't even always need to fuck you, sometimes he just needs to feel you

you've got fifteen minutes before you need to leave for work? he's got you captive in the closet, slipping his hand up your skirt and between your thighs to make you come all over his fingers, whispering apologies and promises into your ear

"I know, baby. I know. just let me take care of you right quick. i'll take you out soon, I promise. I know I said we'd have a night just us last weekend, i'll make it happen this week. now c'mon, let me have it."

he loves when you join him in the shower, because it usually results in you ending up on your knees, and the flow of the water from the shower head dulls his moans that echo off the tile

"fuck, babygirl. keep goin'...please. almost there...just-shit. like that...yeah, fuck just like that. shit, baby...i'm gonna come."

but movie nights are his favorite, because tommy and sarah always fall asleep on the floor twenty minutes in, and underneath the blanket draped over your laps, your hand inevitably ends up down joel's jeans, and he has to bite his knuckles to keep himself quiet, subtly shifting his hips upward with every lazy tug of your hand on his hard cock

but when the two of you do finally have time to spare?

oh he is using every second to his full advantage

he spends over half an hour with his head between your thighs, using his tongue to wordlessly thank you for every rushed handjob and blowjob you treated him to this week

he pins you to the mattress beneath his body, one hand cradling your face so that he can look into your eyes, slowly moving his hips against yours, allowing you both to feel everything

quickies with joel are usually rough and hurried, and he's usually having to take you from behind, so when he does get to take his time with you, he likes to fuck you sweetly and slowly, showing you with his body just how much he loves you

#joel miller #joel miller headcannon #joel miller thots #joel miller request #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #court's 2k friends celebration #court's 2k follower celebration

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delopsia · 10 months

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are we allowed to send in whore-flavored prompts? 👀 if not please ignore thiiis ✨💐💃🏽💐✨

what exactly drew these three to one another physically? especially reader, since rhett and robby look alike buuut at the same time they don’t? lmao do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others learn or find out about? are they surprised or endeared? do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get? are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex? what about favorite positions? do rhett or robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming for either reader or each other? does robby have a thing about watching reader

lay rhett all the way down? does robby ever get laid down? would reader ever admit who gives better head? omg would rhett or robby admit who gives better head? do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

and we know rhett’s sensitive, thick as all get-out, and drips like a honeycomb in july, while robby’s a “show-er” who needs a little bit to get goin’... i just lost my train of thought... 😭

are they ever into quickies / just hands and mouths or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds? do they ever have sex two at a time or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present? was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio? *whispers* even though rhett lived with his family in a ranch house that you could probably definitely hear every-fucking-thing in... who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? or even initiate sex even as a whole? do they ever role play? who’s the biggest tease out of them all? i would have said rhett before, but as the story and lore goes on, i really feel like all three have their moments—but you tell me as the mastermind behind it all🌷 i’m gonna be honest i’m low-key running out of ways to ask for sexy-slutty-whoretown, usa headcanons for these three... so, if you feel so inclined, just throw everything you’ve got at the fictional wall (i know it’ll stick) 💖

If I ever turn down whore-flavored prompts, then something is seriously wrong 💃these are all so much fun, omg. I answered this in a more...interview (?) style because I have a lot of thoughts, and it will get chaotic very fast if I don't split them up.

The way in which I've added these asks to my masterlist, so that I can use them as a reference when I write this trio...💃💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿

What drew them to one another physically?

Rhett's general scruffy appearance really truly drew both Reader and Robby in. Scars, calloused hands, unshaven jaw, unkempt hair, and yet somehow so damn clean? Like his hair is always a mess, but you'll never catch him with it greasy. Cleans under his nails and never lets his facial hair get too wild; Cecilia may not be an award-winning mom, but she raised her boys with standards.

Bobby, on the other hand, drew the reader in with his big, clumsy, gentle-giant aura and a sweet, endearing smile that was handcrafted by the angels above. He'll trip over his own feet when the Reader smiles at him and apologize to the snail he nearly landed on.

Rhett was simply drawn in by Bob's voice. He's heard a lot of voices, but there's something so soothing about how Bob's tone and how he slips in and out of a Southern accent when he's stressed or tired.

Both Rhett and Bobby were immediately attracted to the Reader's eyes. It's hard for either of them to describe, but Bobby often says the Reader hides entire galaxies within their eyes. But aside from that, Rhett loves their hands. How soft they are, and how perfectly they fit in his. Bobby's more in love with their nose; something about the shape of it has him wanting to press little kisses to it.

Do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others find out about? Are they surprised or endeared? Do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get?

They learn pretty quickly that Rhett loves being called cowboy, sweet/good boy. Reader and Robby have to be careful with using the term because he's not above jumping their bones in public...they learned the hard way.

Bobby is so into having things whispered into his ear. Reader can be whispering the entire F18 manual into his ear, and he'll be getting hot and bothered. Because it's their voice and little breaths are tickling his ear and all the way down his spine...and maybe that's why they're always whispering something to him...

For the reader, something about Rhett and/or Robby touching their knee really just...does it for them. Bob is shameless about exploiting that, too, because it's such an innocent thing that nobody realizes what he's on about.

Are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex?

Bobby is so good at being dominant in bed? He's known exactly how hard he can push them from the start, and it's such a shocking change coming from him. And who would have ever thought that Rhett could deep throat without breaking a damn sweat...and who could have anticipated that the reader was serious about pegging both of them...

What about favorite positions? Do Rhett or Robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming?

When giving, Bobby loves having legs around him in some way or fashion. Squeezing around his hips, over his shoulders, he loves feeling them start to quiver and react to what he's doing. Receiving, though, he's more of a missionary person; it's intimate and lets him be as clingy as he wants to be. He's got a preference for topping, for the most part.

Rhett's very fond of bending someone over something (Ex. the kitchen table, the couch, the hood of his truck, the damn staircase). He's also very fond of it receiving-wise. But his favorite receiving position is the simple face down, ass up, with a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. Something that really puts him at their mercy. Rhett's truly 50/50 preference-wise, but a lot of days, he's stressed from work and would really love it if someone took control and fucked the stress out of him... *cough* where was I?

The Reader is more of a riding kind of fella. There is nothing more lovely than watching those two fall apart, and both Rhett and Robby are absolutely strong enough to meet the Reader in the middle if their thighs start hurting. I shall leave it up to the reader if they prefer topping or bottoming...

Does Robby have a thing about watching the reader lay Rhett all the way down? Does Robby ever get laid down?

Robby absolutely has a thing for watching Rhett getting laid down 😩 there's just something about watching that cowboy get taken apart just GETS HIM. Whether it be him fucking Rhett into the mattress or laying back and watching the Reader bend Rhett over, he loves it.

But Robby's a little...hesitant? To get laid down by one of them? Not because he doesn't like it, he loves it, but it's so intimate that he gets a little stuck(?) in this soft, clingy headspace that can take him a good day or two to come out of. So it usually only happens when they've got a couple of days with no work or plans made.

Would they ever admit who gives better head?

They're all more or less better suited to certain styles and pacings. Rhett's the perfect pick if you want to go for multiple, very quick rounds because his mouth. Does. Not. Get. Tired. Deep throating? He's your guy.

Bobby's the slower pace. He'll work you up bit by bit, really makes you anticipate it. Who would have thought Bob was good at tongue-fucking...

The Reader is more dynamic. Rhett and Bobby are sort of stuck in their patterns, but the reader fits the mood so damn well. Rushing off for a quickie? A lazy morning with nowhere to be? They adapt to every situation.

But there is a (loving) inside joke that Bobby's terrible at sucking dick because the first time he sucked Rhett off, he gagged and nearly bit him...oops 💃

Do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

Bob had a dream once that he fucked Rhett up against a wall while he (Rhett) was wearing nothing but a short red skirt, and he...has been thinking about that for a long damn time. Reader has had this fantasy card game hidden under the bed for months and isn't sure how to bring it up.

Meanwhile, Rhett can hardly keep his mouth shut when he comes up with a new fantasy.

Are they into quickies / just hands and mouths, or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds?

Quickies are usually the norm around this house. With three of them, there's almost always something going on, so there's a general love for the longer sessions since they tend to be few and far between.

Poor Bobby gets so stressed during quickies because he keeps looking at the clock to make sure they aren't late getting back to where they need to be.

Do they ever have sex two at a time, or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present?

Sex two at a time is pretty common, especially considering Robby can be gone for weeks at a time. It's certainly more fun with all three present, but sometimes someone is just too tired, or they're stuck off at work. Robby being off to war on a deployment can sometimes be fun in the bedroom because Rhett and Reader love to plan entire welcome home nights for Bobby with new and different things.

"Are we sure this strap isn't too big?"

"Well, try and fuck me with it, and we'll find out."

Bobby has yet to find out about the time a weary attempt at wax play led to the sheets being burnt...and that secret will be taken to the grave.

Was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio?

Video chat sex was definitely something that was tried, but it could be a little chaotic with schedules and general life stuff. Rhett was very well known for sneaking off into his truck and parking down in the pasture, where nobody would find him. He's just as traumatized from Cecelia walking in without knocking, as she is.

Bobby had to get very crafty with it when he was on deployments, and a lot of the time, he couldn't talk without risking being overheard. So he was stuck listening to Rhett and Reader whispering dirty things to him and couldn't say a damn thing in return. And boy, did they take advantage of that.

Who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? Or even initiate sex even as a whole?

Rhett. Always Rhett. The man isn't good with tech, but he's a damn menace behind a screen. Rhett once sent an innocent photo from where he was sitting in his truck, and Bob jokingly asked if he was hard or if it was just his jeans sitting strangely. And when Rhett straight up said he was hard, Bob, not thinking, went right to the ol, "prove it." text.

And that's the story of the time Bobby got a surprise video of Rhett's dick while he was sitting at a Wendy's with the rest of the Dagger squad.

"You could have warned me!"

"YOU ASKED!"

They're all equally likely to initiate sex/sexting over the phone, but they have different styles. The reader is subtle, usually using photos or compliments to get the ball rolling. Bobby tends to send offhanded thoughts, like, "All I can think about right now is how you looked in those shorts the other day," and Rhett's just...bad jokes.

Rhett: How is life like a penis? Bob: ...How? Rhett: It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it. Reader: Is this your way of asking for sex again? Rhett: 👍

Do they ever role-play?

They've...tried. A lot.

From cliche doctor roleplays to going out to a bar and pretending to be strangers, they've tried. But someone always winds up laughing and breaking character...usually Robby 😭the poor guy tries so hard to get into it, but the moment things get serious, he's struggling not to crack at the seams, and the other two fall apart right along with him.

Who’s the biggest tease out of them all?

Bobby. You wouldn't think it, but he's figured out all the ins and outs of Rhett and Reader, and he has some damn good willpower. He knows exactly what he's doing, and when he gets called out on it, he bats those big blue eyes and innocently asks what they mean. And nobody can argue? Because he plays it? So well?

Do not let that goody-two-shoes attitude fool you; Bob's a damn menace.

#robert bob floyd #rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #x reader #Bob x Reader x Rhett Headcanons #self insert #rhett abbott headcanons #reader self insert #robert bob floyd headcanons #💐#milesmillergf #delgato's asks

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year

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Shouta Aizawa Relationship Headcanons

18+! Fluff and NSFW below. Minors do NOT interact

This is meant for fem readers mostly, especially in the nsfw catergory

Affectionate in private, but usually comes up to you when you're not paying attention to him. He's like a cat.

Likes celery, popcorn, and black licorice (actually Canon)

If you go out in public with him, he'll stand 4 feet away from you to avoid someone assuming you guys are in a relationship (not that he doesn't love you, he just doesn't think it's anyone's business)

Does NOT Like PDA whatsoever

Won't say I love you often, but will show it in numerous ways. Soft looks at you, low hums when he thinks something you do is cute, nuzzling in the crook of your neck, acts of service such as washing your hair in the shower, giving you advice

*for me in particular cuz I'm insecure* won't ever point it out but really enjoys your plush features. They make good pillows. He finds you warm and perfect cuddle material

If you get insecure about your body image he'll have a quick conversation with you. He's not exactly the most sympathetic about it, he simply tells you that doubting yourself isn't rational and you shouldn't think so shallow

Bring him food or coffee while he's working, he'll love you forever

WILL fall asleep in the bath

Enjoys taking naps with you, he's very sleeby

He's not bad at reassurance, but he's not going to coddle you

He does expect you to be mature but isn't against you being a little light hearted and silly (just, don't get unbearably annoying. He'll tell you if you are)

As stern and strict as he is with his students, he's pretty gentle towards you

Is honest with you and expects you to be as well

Can read your emotions very good and will probably ask you what's wrong, but he won't pry if you're not up to talking about it. He respects your boundaries

His kisses go one of two ways; gentle and quick or deep and passionate

His scruff tickles haha

Isn't exactly insecure about his leg, missing eye, or scars, but feels very loved when you kiss him all over and reassure him that he's handsome

He's very busy so sometimes he can't pay attention to you, but he makes up for it. He tries his best to make time for you

As much as he's the king of logic and rationality, he lets you slide with some things

Again, he doesn't say it a lot, but he loves you so much!!!!!

NSFW!! MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

Won't have sex with you until he absolutely trusts you and feels comfortable

For the first couple of tries he's a little hesitant and shy

Doesn't have a ton of experience, but he's a fast learner

Very skilled with his hands

Likes pinning you down from behind (like he did to Dabi haha). It gives him a great view of your ass

His favorite position is missionary because it's convenient

Unless aftercare is absolutely necessary, will fall asleep immediately after climax

Isn't a big fan of quickies and likes taking his time

Pretty vanilla but can get a bit rough

Doesn't have a very high libido, sorry

Is he an ass or a boobs man?? Well, he truly likes both, but if he had to pick probably boobs cuz they're soft and cute and he likes to use them as pillows.

Don't worry if you don't like to shave down there, he doesn't care one bit. I mean uhhh, have you seen him?

Is about 6 inches, maybe a tiny bit more. Good girth too.

Does not and will not shave. He doesn't have the time, energy, or will to do so.

Pretty dominant but he does appreciate it when you give him a turn to be spoiled. He likes to lean back and relax while you give him head or ride him

Despite popular belief, he does NOT like to be called Daddy or Sensei. He thinks it's weird and makes him uncomfortable

HOWEVER, he won't mind I little "yes sir" here and there.

Wants so badly to cum inside you but he knows it's not very rational if you guys aren't looking to have kids anytime soon

Thinks you're absolutely gorgeous, but doesn't tell you. Instead he'll gently grope all the places he loves and kiss you all over your body

Feels so lucky to be intimate with you

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x fem reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa headcanons #aizawa smut

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raisin-shell · 2 years

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Ohhhh mamacita, I NEED your headcanons for Raph’s masturbation habits! Please and thank you!! Give me that big brute’s dirtiest. 😈

Thanks babe 😘

Yeeeee!!! I was wondering when I’d get the big brute! Low and behold the request is from one of my bestest friends which makes it even spicier! Let’s get into it!

Mister hothead is much like Leo in the sense that his favorite form of porn is through books

Okay well not actually books, more like magazines

Has a stash of old “girlie mags”

Has a separate collection of vintage Playboy magazines that he treats like a dragon hoarding gold

This big guy is definitely more into the visual aspect of his fantasies

Loves curvy, voluptuous women on the larger scale (he’s a large guy)

Also loves muscular males when his mood calls for it (it’s more about muscles than anything)

Fascinated by the naked human form

Being as he’s so visual, he has not only watched but saved various videos and also gifs to his phone

He and Mikey have a never ending scroll of texts filled with nothing but bouncing boobie gifs

For a quick and easy pop off he’s got all of his favorite porn spots saved in a zip file (thanks to Donnie for showing him the ways of technological secrecy)

Pornhub, redtube, hamsterx, youporn… you name it this man has seen it (also thanks to Donnie)

His go to for a quickie is literally his porno mags OR one of his filthy videos

His top searches are naughty strippers, daddy’s girl or daddy issues, BBW, titty fucking, doggy style, threesomes (two girls one guy OR the devils knot), deep throating or hard core fucking

He has literally jacked off in every room in the lair (he and Mikey have a competition going on)

Mikey is winning easily so far

That doesn’t stop the brute from using things to his advantage

Has stuck his cock into a doughnut, loaf of bread, a pie…. A rolled up pizza (again this is another Mikey challenge he’s accepted and he enjoys it)

Raph also has ordered or had Donnie make him his own toys to play with

LOVES flesh lights

Has used vibrators on his perineum, tail and back door like a pro

Has also stuck his tail inside a flesh light just to see what it feels like

This guy is extremely experimental but he’s extremely quick about his method being as he’s surrounded by his brothers and most importantly living with his father

When the big brute does have time to kick back and relax, only soft core porn will do for him

He likes watching a woman not only entertain him but pleasure herself in front of him

The big guy usually waits until his younger brother is fast asleep so he can have some quality alone time

Once Mikey is knocked out, he plugs his headphones into his phone for extra privacy

Raphael has a group of his favorite videos saved for rare moments like this and he will watch the same ones that he likes over and over

This particular video is of a curvaceous red head adorned in Lacey red lingerie

He prefers lace for these types of videos because of the simple fact that he could easily tear the garment from the woman

However he’s giving her the opportunity to take it off FOR HIM if you catch my drift

The burly brute buries himself beneath the covers as he hits play on the video

He tugs his shorts all the way down as he likes how it feels to be totally naked beneath his bed spread

The woman on the screen is dead center of her own bed, straddling a pillow in an upright seated position as her fingers begin to softly feather along her collar bone tracing slowly downward between the valley of her breasts where the clasp of her bra lays still attached

His breath hitches as his huge mitt grips and palms at his thickening cock, twitching upward towards the much needed attention

He suppresses his churr, swallowing hard as his grip wraps around the swell of his member and he begins to slowly stroke himself, biting his lip in silence

“That’s right baby girl, take it off fer daddy” his thoughts betray him as he mouths the words, careful not to speak and wake his younger brother whom he shares a room with

The woman on the screen obeys his command, unclasping her bra and letting her full breasts bounce freely

Her nipples harden instantly to the touch of the surrounding air as soft sultry moans escape her lungs and her hands rise to cup each bare orb neatly and presses them together with a sultry pout to her lips and a daring glare from beneath thick eyelashes

The brute’s grip intensifies, lapping his lips as his strokes increase in speed and his eyes are both fixed on her body in its entirety and her hands trailing down the center of her torso

“Don’t stop there tiger. Ya got more ta show me. C’mon please? Show me that pretty little pussy”

He’s both thinking and mouthing this, panting softly and hissing through his teeth as the woman on his screen begins slipping her hand beneath the thin fabric, teasing her swollen folds with her fingers before slipping one out and tugging the small strip to the side

The brutes mouth begins to water at the sight of her lush pink petals, swollen, wet and dangling between the apex of her thighs

He begins lapping his lips with fervor, his strokes now twisting and hurried as he pants silently

“Show me how you touch yerself. Spread that little pussy open fer me, I wanna watch ya play with her”

He actually says this breathlessly as his thumb strikes the sensitive head of his cock

He lifts his knees to prevent himself from making a mess of his comforter knowing he’s close to blowing his load

The woman on the scream lets out a sultry, throaty moan as her fingers glide easily between the soaked flesh of her juicy folds, spreading them apart just as he commanded and slipping to the edge of the bed

She spreads her legs further allowing him to see even more of her femininity as her manicured nails begin to circle around her clit and more blissful moans began to pour from her throat

“Yeah, that feels good huh? C’mon baby I wanna watch ya cum all over tha bed. Ya gonna cum fer me? Cum fer daddy”

He’s now whispering through clenched teeth, panting through his nostrils and drool is now dangling from the corner of his mouth as his fist begins to pound up and down his thick steeled rod

The woman on the screen begins to insert her fingers deep into her tight hole pulling more of her glossy wetness to her flesh, her smooth circles turning more into a flicking motion as her head lulled back, red hair cascading down her back and breasts rising and falling madly as she desperately gaspes for air in between her moans

The brutes brow furrows and for the first time during the entire encounter he let his eyes snap shut

He felt the band in his groin snap instantly as he repressed another churr and beads of sweat began to roll off his brow

His body tensed and muscles clenched as rope after rope of creamy thick seed pulsed from his cock still held tightly within his grip

Only his thumb trailed along the massive girth as if to help push the cum forward like squeezing the last of the toothpaste from the tube

“Mmm fuck yeah” he hums in satisfaction, sinking his head down into his pillow as he continues to pant

He untucks his head and leans over the side of his bunk to make sure Mikey is still asleep

Once he’s in the clear he grabs whatever article of clothing is closest to him and cleans himself off

He then tosses the garment to the floor landing only god knows where

The brute finishes watching the video with a sly grin on his face (yes, he will finish every video even if he’s already gotten off)

He then wishes his “lady” a soft goodnight and sets the alarm on his phone, places his headphones where they go and rolls over to fall asleep completely bare assed naked

He’s done this thousands of times without Mikey ever having one single clue

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt raphael #tmnt 2016 #tmnt #answered asks #bayverse

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inchigo · 3 years

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Good day/night. I would like to order a set of jjk sub Gojo headcanons with sfw and nsfw on the side please. I can’t wait to see how your blog evolves

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Sub Gojo HC

Female+Male inclusive

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SFW

Physical touch is one of his love languages. When you both aren’t getting hot and sweaty he is sure to lay on you or sit between your legs with his head on your lap then demand head rubs. The gentle pull of your fingers running through his hair puts him in a docile submissive state instantly without fail. During which you give sweet praise accompanied by a kiss or two to his head.

Aftercare is very important to him. Due to his cocky attitude and knack for getting on your nerves, rough sex is almost always unavoidable. That’s why he needs to be taken care of. Sitting between your legs in a bath silently letting you clean him up with praise and affection. Laying together in bed talking about random things and reassuring him. During those intimate moments is where he is the most vulnerable with you.

Kisses are a favorite way for him to show his favor. Gojo will start by kissing your fingers, each one individually then your palm, beginning to travel up your arm until he finally reaches your lips. Thus, resulting in a very slow make out session that never really leads to anything in particular. He rather likes the way your body melts against his, your shortened breath after pulling away and the dazed expression rendering him flushed

NSFW

Gojo has an extremely sensitive body that betrays him whenever you start touching and teasing

Unlike Choso, Gojo isn’t a crybaby, but he will occasionally cry from overstimulation

Hair pulling and groping turns him on instantly

Public indecency gives him such a thrill. Gojo will purposefully be loud during quickies in a bathroom, moaning at the top of his lungs even with your hand over his mouth.

He begs you to buy a remote control vibe for him to wear in public, completely at your mercy.

He loves pleasuring you, eating you out or taking your entire length down his throat, Gojo gets off on the sounds you make because of him

Overstimulation is a big yes. Use and push him until he’s twitching, unable to do much else besides hang onto you with a blank mind.

He’s a mouthy sub that likes getting on your nerves, crossing boundaries and talking back all for the reward of getting punished because of it. Taking your anger out on him and pushing his body to the limits are the only ways to satisfy him.

Will frequently request for you to suffocate him between your breast and thighs

Gojo loves to be filled to the brim then plugged up for the day just to be filled up even more later on.

Fem doms are his weakness. Gojo falls to his knees at the slightest command from them.

notes: I apologize for such short sfw and messy format at that. I wrote this last minute and accumulated hcs I had ready available

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet

A/N: That’s right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, he’s a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: Obviously nsfw

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like he’ll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaru’s help, help which he is more than happy to give.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didn’t properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that you’re gonna have to be prepared to deal with.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows he’s going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that he’ll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, he’s trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. He’s not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

A bit cliché, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, you’re the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, he’ll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. He’s not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isn’t unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and it’s hard to see sometimes.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether it’s brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and he’s going to show it in the most obvious way.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesn’t see the need to masturbate. The only time he’ll do so is if you’re gonna be away from him for a while and he’s really horny.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you can’t get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that you’re his.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Sesshomaru’s not picky about location. He’s of the opinion that, as long as you’re comfy, he’s ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall aren’t really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesn’t mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, he’s pulling out of you faster than you can even realize what’s going on. With sharing, just don’t ask. He won’t show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, he’s going to be very hurt for some time.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sesshomaru probably didn’t even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isn’t exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, he’s getting on his knees, laying you back like, “say less”.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when there’s a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didn’t like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that you’d rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaru’s not all that open to it. He’ll try if you insist but he’s definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as he’s far enough from others, he doesn’t really care where y’all fuck or how loud you are.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment. He’s more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, Sesshomaru doesn’t see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he won’t be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if he’s feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he can’t quite murder) he’ll take it all out on you. While he won’t tease you in public, in private, he’ll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once he’s about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. It’s not obvious and you haven’t noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when you’re distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, he’ll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, he’s easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaru’s dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that it’s kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, he’s immediately down regardless of what he’s doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Sesshomaru doesn’t really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when you’re kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.

#sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru imagines #sesshomaru imagine #x reader #inuyasha x reader #inuyasha imagines #black reader #x black reader #idontblushsrry

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Hi! Love your writing my dear ❤️ I was wondering if I can request head cannons with Marco, thatch, crocodile and Rayleigh with fem readers (separate) . They are having sexy time and then there crew mates walk in during the sexy time and fem reader is in a certain positions (any positions ) reaction from both parties.. thank you so much ! ☺️

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! This was a very interesting request and I enjoyed writing for them. I'm also a huge Rayleigh fan so glad to get a request for him this time!! I have no idea what Thatch was like since I never really cared for him (sorry) so I hope it somewhat fits what I wrote.

Warning: 18+, nsfw

Characters: Marco, Thatch, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh

Marco

Marco usually has not that much free time to fool around with you but when he does it’s always quick but intense. He loves to make love to you even when it’s just a quicky and he is usually pretty careful as to not get caught. But even he can be forgetful, especially when your legs are wrapped around his waist so perfectly, giving him the perfect angle to drive his dick into you.

Neither of you hears how the door to the small room opens, too occupied with panting and quiet moaning. Your forehead rests against his strong shoulder and his hands are gripping your thighs tightly, pushing his member inside of you over and over again, the dirty sound of skin on skin filling the room.

It takes you two to realize your new audience simply because he is just standing there in shock, not knowing what to do. Ace always has something to say – just not right now. It doesn’t happen often that he catches the two of you in a compromising position; to be exact, it’s the first time!

But as much as he is in shock, you are terrified. I mean, it’s a pretty intimate position and most people like to keep this part of their life private. Marco is also shocked but it doesn’t take long for him to get his composure back. Good thing is, he is covering your body with his, so Ace doesn’t really see your naked form and he doesn’t really care that Ace sees him naked.

“When you’re done staring would you please leave yoi?” he’d ask, voice even and with no embarrassment. Is it awkward to face Ace after this again? Yes. Does Marco really care about it? Probably not and neither should you. Ace, however, will probably avoid the two of your for the next couple of days but it’ll go away.

Thatch

He’s a very open man when it comes to most aspects of his life and if both you and him would be okay with it he would have no problem someone watching (no sharing though!!). He likes to show you off to his crew mates, not in a tasteless way like “oh, look at how hot my partner is!” but rather in s more subtle way like moving his hands along your curves while he is talking to someone, diverting their attention to your body (you probably wouldn’t even notice he dies this on purpose sometimes).

I can also see him being the kind of lover to give oral rather than receive it. So, when the two of you are alone in a room, he probably coaxes you into allowing him to give you head, telling you that he wants to spoil you for no reason. In reality, it’s all just self-serving since he loves your taste and especially the sounds you make while he tongue-fucks you.

He likes to tease you a little while giving head and one of the things he does is have you stand on one leg, the other one is draped over his shoulder and you have to keep balance and not collapse onto the ground. He just loves to see your thigh quiver right next to his face.

This is also the position you two get caught in; him on his knees in front of you, his tongue eagerly fucking your core, one of your hands tangled in his locks and your mouth biting down on your other one to muffle your moans. So, given your position, you’re the one to see the intruder first and you’re horrified, to say the least. A loud squeak that sound unnatural coming from you in this position has Thatch alarmed and one quick look over his shoulder has him cover your body immediately.

“Don’t you ever knock before entering a room, Marco?” he asks, a small scowl on his face. Marco is not as shocked as Ace in this situation and he finds his composure rather quickly. “Sorry. Didn’t know this room was already occupied yoi.” He says with a grin before he leaves the room, not looking at you to save you from more embarrassment.

“Did it just turn you on when he saw us like this?” he asks, of course noticed you clenching around his tongue. This doesn’t deserve an answer and you push him down between your legs again, wanting him to finish what he’s started. You wouldn’t tell him weather you liked it or not – at least not yet.

Sir Crocodile

It would be very difficult to actually catch the two of you in a compromising position. Sir Crocodile is a man who likes to keep most of his live to himself, even Nico Robin doesn’t know half of it! So, naturally, he also only has sexy times with you in his private chambers. But there are times which are rare and far in between, where he lets you seduce him in a more ‘public’ area (still inside his private domain!).

In the contrary to Thatch, he likes to receive oral rather than give it and every time you seduce him in starts with you between his legs while he sits in a chair, smoking a cigar. He makes sure not to drop any of the ashes onto your head though. It’s dirty and nothing else. Plus, he doesn’t want you complain to him about it.

He loves hearing the lewd slurping sounds you make when you take him between your lips, the small choking sounds when you try and take him in even deeper and your small, muffled moans while you do. He can’t help but get turned on by it even more.

He probably knows that someone is approaching the door way before it actually opens – and he does nothing to stop you. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like being walked in while you deep throat him but you just had to seduce him so you had to live with the consequences.

“Nico Robin. Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he asks in his usual dragged tone, a small simile on his lips. When you hear her name you instinctively try to get off of him but the hook on the back if your head doesn’t let you. He is not too keen on Nico Robin seeing his dick so naturally, he has you cover it with your mouth. You feel the heat come up in your face and you want nothing more than to just disappear but you have to sit through.

“Oh my, you should’ve told me that in advance. Now I’ve caught you two in a quite compromising position. I apologize.” You hear her say but you know she doesn’t feel one bit remorseful and neither does Crocodile. They have just a way higher tolerance for embarrassment than you do. When the door clicks, indicating she’s left the room, the man lets you come up again, letting you take in a deep breath. “Next time, maybe you should think twice about wanting to fuck you anywhere else but the bedroom.”

Silvers Rayleigh

Rayleigh is an open man and he rarely, if never, feels shame when it comes to his personal life. He doesn’t go around telling everyone about him and his sex life but if someone (he knows) asks or more likely wants to have some tips or advise he is glad to give it to them. When it comes to details about his sex life he is like a book with seven seals. He can talk about his experience in general but not what he does with you in the bedroom. It’s just common decency.

He loves to flirt with you on deck in front of the crew and he also kisses you from time to time but anything more intimate is reserved for the bedroom (or anywhere else, really). He’s quite some experience, even during his younger days. He doesn’t sleep around a lot but if he wanted someone, he usually got them. Because of this, he got to explore some kinks and his most favorite is you in blindfolds. It’s nothing special but it really does it for him.

He also likes the reverse cowgirl when you’re wearing the blindfolds. Given, he doesn’t see you wearing them but the knowledge that you’re completely relying on him turns him on. When he can hold your hips while you move on top of him, your ass always in sight; that’s just the best.

Just like Crocodile, he knows when someone is approaching the room but in this particular moment he wasn’t fast enough to bring you underneath him to cover you with his body and Roger just marches in, wanting to tell Rayleigh something. When he sees you two in this position, he’s already out of the room, not uttering a single word and Rayleigh has never been so glad that you were wearing blindfolds.

You’re confused as to why he stopped thrusting up into you. “Why did you stop?” you pant and he just chuckles a little. “No reason. Just appreciating the view.” He lies, not wanting to bother you with the thought of your captain not only seeing you naked but also you fucking yourself on Rayleigh’s dick. He knows Roger will never mention it and like hell he would bring it up. It will cause nothing but trouble

#one piece #op #op headcanons #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #marco headcanons #op thatch #op thatch x reader #sir crocodile #sir crocodile headcanons #sir crocodile x reader #silvers rayleigh #Silvers Rayleigh x reader #silvers rayleigh headcanons #ns.fw #getting caught

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pitaparka · 3 years

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sex headcanons

note — NSFW. whelp. if anyone wanted proof of me being clinically insane, this is what you could show them. not only has all of my free time been devoted to watching anything with pedro pascal in it, this is also what i think about while watching these anythings. i know there are people out there who have loved him for longer and are even more obsessed than i, so i figured i would share my personal headcanons for the PPCU (pedro pascal cinematic universe, duh). big love for any fans of pedrito - nat

MANDO

- VIRGIN with a capital V

- did you see how he reacted when grogu touched his face? this man has not been touched since he was a child

- he grew up with the mandalorians but he was exposed to suggestive behaviors because, helloooo, bounty hunter

- you have to coax him into it, but it doesn't take much, since he plans on keeping you around long term

- plus, you're so good with the kid

- you provide him a safe space to explore both himself and also your body and he has no idea how lucky he is for it

- doesn't make very much noise, but loves to listen to you

- he won't last long, he’s so sensitive from years of going untouched, but this man's recovery time???

- unparalleled

- he also has the dick of a space porn star and doesn't know it

- but seriously, rice purity score is NOT lower than 90, and most of the boxes he checks are "running-from-the-police" related

- he really wants to be held and have someone run their hands through his hair and kiss his neck and hold his hands is that too much to ask???

EZRA

- his words are where he gets you

- who knew dirty talk could sound so elegant??? and poetic??

- what a tease he is, too

- he pants so heavily right in your ear holy sweet lord

- and loves to laugh during sex

- he doesn't take himself super seriously unless he gets super into it, which has been known to happen from time to time

- safe words have been used between you two, which there's no shame in, but he's so good to you afterward

- he loves aftercare, and being gentle and sweet after a rough session

- asks you what you want and makes you beg for it

- makes you feel like you're in control but really, he's the one in control

- will make you cum before he does

- kinky kinky boy, almost always willing to try what you want him to

- loves to pin you down, but after he loses his arm it becomes a bit harder, so he settles for holding you flush against his chest as you squirm in his strong grip

FRANKIE

- a little soft spoken, but will whisper in your ear in public because he knows it gets you riled up

- will stare you down from across the room with bedroom eyes

- he's got that pilot's precision if you know what i mean aha

- he's honest with you about what he likes and has no qualms about telling you up front

- gives off switch energy, but you're gonna have to really make it worth his while if you want to fuck him

- a very gentle touch, which he would love to be reciprocated

- he aches from years in the service, his back, his knees, his shoulders

- would probably drop dead if you gave him a massage as foreplay

WHISKEY

- what an arrogant piece of shit

- "gorgeous, darlin', sweetheart, sugar"

- he will butter you up like a roll on thanksgiving goddamn

- so straightforward, and very up in your face, but it got you to sleep with him the first time you met him, so you can't say it doesn't work

- not the best with his fingers, but dear lord that tongue does wonders when he's not talking

- is a man on a mission to please you

- will spend an absurd amount of time between your thighs, and loves to feel you try to push him away when you get oversensitive

- loves it when you get feisty

- pull his hair, bite down a little harder than usual, push him down onto the bed or forcefully unbuckle his pants and this man will be putty in your hands

- is SO LOUD, and expects the same from you

- doesn't understand that because you're not screaming to the heavens doesn't mean he's doing a bad job

- associates volume with pleasure which isn't always the case

- that's something you'll have to work on with him, but he's a patient man

JAVIER PEÑA

- keeps condoms and lube on hand at almost all times

- ohhhh boy is this man willing to go at it wherever, whenever, you name it

- will fuck you until he sweats, and keeps going afterward

- and will definitely do you right

- he fucks to feel in control, so good luck trying to take control with this one

- almost tries to distance himself from you at first, but really it scares him that he cares so much

- there's just something about orgasming at the same time as you that just makes his whole week, and your hole weak (ahaha)

- likes to fuck you from behind and fuck you roughly, hands both occupied at the same time, mouth on you, and dick inside you

- very hands on, but can be sweet afterward

- this man kisses like no other you've ever kissed before, he leaves you breathless

MARCUS MORENO

- leads by example wink wink

- will show you what he wants done to him, and is pretty vanilla, but in a good way

- is big on foreplay and also aftercare, probably one of the sweeter ones on the list

- he's almost methodical in his sex, very routine, but willing to deviate for you

- gentle, but deep, languid strokes

- thinks he's quieter than he actually is

- always has a lot on his mind, so he really appreciates it when you can ease some of his tension

- secretly was really experimental in college

- very attentive to your needs and likes to tease

- morning sex is his thing. when he gets home from a long day, he wants to eat and relax and sleep. but in the morning? before anyone is up and before breakfast is even being considered, he likes to wake you up with sweet bruises and roaming hands

MARCUS PIKE

- marcus is the type of man to respect your boundaries fully, keep copies of toys he knows you like at his house, and surprise you at work with flowers and a dirty quickie in the bathroom because you've wanted to try it so badly

- a more traditional way of thinking on sex, and semi-reluctant to do anything involving his ass, but will try it for you if you really want him to

- a very quick learner, this one, and incredibly intuitive

- what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm

- it's almost like he can read your mind, when he uses just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right motion to make you cum for him

- you have no idea how anyone could give this up, let alone break his heart

- his favorite thing is having you ride him, your face buried in his neck as you grind your hips down as he whispers praise in your ear

- marcus isn't super kinky, but i'm sure you can convince him to try something new every once in a while

MAX PHILLIPS

- OFFICE. DESK. SEX.

- "a private word with you in my office, please."

- so very seductive. the hand on the small of your back gets you going and he knows it, but he'll have to be more subtle if he wants to keep you

- another one who will butter you up to get you to sleep with him. he's very obvious about it, so it may or may not work first time. regardless he's up for a challenge

- pays so much attention to your neck. you will have to invest in many turtlenecks if you want to be with max

- big on eye contact, except for the exception of fucking you senseless over his desk

- obviously, a vampire, so he's absolutely magic between your thighs

- is very personable with everyone else, mainly because he's a business major, but he LOVES to make you jealous, this man LIVES off of it

- will one hundred percent expect you to be putty in his arms immediately, and treats it as a competition if you aren't

- he WILL take it personally and will make it a personal goal of his to get you to like him and want to fuck him without using his powers

- a game of cat and mouse

- does not care at all about being loud in the workplace, but he likes to see you struggle to keep quiet, even if everyone else can hear you anyway

MAXWELL LORD

- has suCH a praise kink wow

- his favorite thing is to hear you moan and tell him he’s doing a good job

- a little more vanilla than his counterparts but does like to take control and be a little rough

- a switch sometimes, falls into ruts where he just wants someone to take care of him

- but he WILL NOT ASK FOR IT. his pride won't let him

- at first, he’s not as mindful of you as you’d like him to be

- his sex is fast and unpleasant with hands everywhere and mouths and teeth and touch

- so you sit him down, and show him what you like. very slow and sensual

- you take your time with him, and he eventually starts to do the same with you

OBERYN MARTELL

- remember din's rice purity score? yeah, oberyn's is maybe ten. which is pushing it

- when you meet him, he knows what he likes, and is very particular about it

- he's done his fair share of experimenting, but he's willing to try new things, if there's anything new to be tried

- takes control inside and outside the bedroom

- not afraid to show you your place

- he's the kinky one in the relationship, and he will let you explore his body all you want

- if he doesn't like it he will kindly redirect you, his hands on yours, stroking and tugging and redirecting pressure and placement so that you learn his body in and out

- loves to watch you with his girls and boys. what an exhibitionist this man is

- for most people, they have to choose between quantity or quality in their sex lives. oberyn martell is not most people

- he is a prince, and will not let you forget it, but likes it when you talk back and he has to punish you

PERO TOVAR

- the roughest one on the list, but not the kinkiest

- sex to him when he's at his worst is just a way for him to feel good and relieve stress

- when he's at his best, it's a way for him to make you scream his name

- very possessive about what's his, and if he has to show it in front of everyone else for them to know that he will do it

- this man fucks like a rabbit. how does he find the time??? nobody knows

- his libido is so high. you have no idea how he isn't absolutely spent at the end of a long day of fighting and training and wandering, but he'll fuck you where you lay if you let him and you're too tired to move

- once you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself, and the AUDACITY OF HIM

- he smirked, groaned, and asked you to help him out

- who could resist a man like that

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chapter two | fuck buddies.

title | dazed and confused

summary | the boys are finally done with tour! however, they still had some work to do. on a two week getaway to a cabin in northern wisconsin, the boys were writing music for the new album. to keep them company, they invite you, along with joy and mackenzi. the first week is an interesting one.

warnings | 18+, lots of teasing, mentions of sex, sex flashbacks, drugs, alcohol.

word count | 7.7k

author’s note | GOD i had so much fun writing this chapter. it was a fucking blast. and i kept getting giddy about parts i was writing. i’m actually super duper proud of this one. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it :) also i didn’t edit it at all, but trust that it’s a goodie

thank you @garbagevanfleet for being the coolest and reading it and leaving the sweetest comments before i published this. i love u longtime bestie <3

song of the chapter | dazed and confused, led zeppelin

❝sweet little baby, i want you again / been dazed and confused for so long, it’s not true / wanted a woman, never bargained for you❞

Thank God for some fucking time off.” Jake’s voice rang through your apartment as he sat himself down on your couch. Body sprawled out and propped up against the throw pillows, left foot hanging off the arm, right foot on the ground. “I love touring, don’t get me wrong, but holy hell it’s nice to have to do absolutely nothing.”

“I bet!” You yelled from inside your bedroom, suitcase on the bed as you finished packing. You heard his footsteps tread their way into your room before he landed on your bed. “Anything in particular you’re most excited for?”

“Going hiking around the cabin we’re staying at. And swimming too.” He shoved a piece of his hair behind his ear before chuckling lightly. You turned around, facing him instead of your dresser. He held up a pair of your underwear, “Packing these for me?”

“No,” you ripped them from his hand and put them back into your suitcase. “I don’t pick what I wear based on whether or not you’ll like it, Kiszka. You’ll like anything I put on because you get to take it off of me.”

“You’re not wrong.” He spoke after a moment, he was stunned by how cocky you had gotten. Since the last time Jake was in your bed, you had hooked up with Jake a couple more times. The bathroom in a bar you two had gone to, the backseat of your car after going hiking, a quickie before one of their last shows in Michigan.

“You should know by now, I’m never wrong, Jakey.” You pushed his head and he overdramatically fell back onto your bed. You rolled your eyes and threw a pair of sandals on top of all of your clothes. You zipped up your suitcase and put it on the ground before joining him on the bed. Your bodies weren’t touching, but the comfort of knowing he was there kept you complacent.

While the boys had time off, they still technically needed to work. The next two weeks would be spent at a cabin in northern Wisconsin writing music for the new album. The boys would go, bringing Danny’s girlfriend, Mackenzi, as well as Joy, who was Sam’s girlfriend. The drive there would be split between two cars, Danny and Sam and their girlfriends in one car. You, Jake and Josh in the other.

You loaded up the car, throwing the three of your suitcases into the trunk before you noticed neither of them bothered to buy snacks. “Are you two just stupid or absent-minded?”

“We can stop and get them quick. We have like… 20 minutes before Danny and Mackenzi wanted to leave.” Josh spoke, scratching the back of his head. Jake just stood there like you had no idea what you were talking about.

“I’ll call them, let them know we’re gonna be a tad late.” You sighed, pulling up Joy’s contact. The phone rang, her voice came through, laughing slightly. “Hey, Joy, the twins and I are gonna be a tad late to the meeting spot. Somebody forgot to buy snacks and drinks for the ride.”

“Don’t look at me!” Josh spoke, throwing his hands in the air.

“You’re fine! Don’t worry about it. Just let us know when you guys are on the way to the spot.” She spoke, you could hear Sam and Danny in the background, Danny getting money from Sam.

“Did they seriously bet on us being late?” You asked, not entirely surprised, they were always late. Always.

“They definitely did, and Danny definitely made $20 just now.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling slightly at their boyish antics. The next two weeks were definitely going to be filled with lots of them.

You drove to the closest grocery store, letting the twins go inside to get food and drinks. Within ten minutes, you figured that might not have been the best idea. While the boys were 24, they still acted and ate as if they were 17. The only difference was the legal ability to drink alcohol in public areas, otherwise not much about them had entirely changed in that nature.

You had already guessed that the drive there was going to be interesting considering Jake and Josh’s ADHD. What you had never bargained for was being the only one who had any sense of being there in a timely fashion. The twins were so “go with the flow” it almost made you angry. You wished for even a taste of that. In some ways, you had that taste without even realizing it.

Josh laid down in the backseat, slightly curled in the fetal position. You had all decided when you would be driving, Josh driving after Jake, which is why he decided on sleeping until then. You were sitting passenger and in charge of the music as Jake drove behind Danny. The ride was filled with the sweet serene voices of Stevie Nicks, Janis Joplin and you even sprinkled in some of Mama Cass.

When their rotation of songs ended, you switched to Hozier. It always calmed you, Hozier’s voice filling the car. His voice was so gentle, yet so powerful. It was the opposite of Josh’s in the gentle sense. His voice was always filled with so much power, it dripped with so much purpose. “Do you have any Muddy Waters in that playlist of yours?”

“Get an attitude with me and I’ll play bubblegum pop the rest of the way there, Kiszka.” You quipped back, smirking as you read through the pages of the book you brought with. “I’m kidding, give it some time. I had to cultivate music for all three of us, not just you.”

“You’d think I’d get special treatment.” Jake half pouted, brows furrowed, taking a drink out of his cup of water.

“And what makes you think that?” You looked over at him, leaving your index finger in your book, fixing yourself in the passenger seat.

“I mean, I should get special treatment because we’re fucking. I can easily pull out of this and you’ll no longer have the best sex of your life.” You let out a loud laugh, instantly throwing a hand over your mouth. You looked to the backseat to see Josh stir slightly, but never fully waking up. “Why’re you laughing?”

“You think that you’re the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s cute.” You were totally sporting a shit-eating grin. You were completely joking, you knew he was the best you had ever had, as did he.

“I’d put money on that, Y/N. I know sure as shit I’m the best that you’ve had.” You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t even think of a smartass answer to that, until you actually thought of something. It wasn’t smart-assy, but it was definitely bold.

You reached over the center console of the car, and the book fell onto the floor. Your hand found its way onto his jeans, right over where his cock was sitting. His breath caught in his throat, your lips found their way to his ear, chuckling very lightly, sending shivers down his spine. With every word, your lips brushed against the cartilage of his ear, “I may not be your best, but I’m definitely your favorite.”

When she regained her place in the passenger’s seat, the rest of the car ride held a similar tone. The vibe turned into something heavy, every stolen glance dripped in temptation and tease. You had gone into the backseat, hands tucked underneath your head as you drifted off to sleep. You never did well in the backseat, motion sickness bothered you unless you were unconscious or in the front seat. Jake and Josh would be switching positions soon, as would Danny and Sam.

You stopped at a rest stop somewhere in southern Wisconsin, the restroom was absolutely needed. Jake woke you up, shaking you slightly as he told you where you were. “You don’t have to get out if you don’t need to, but the boys and I needed to stretch our legs. Mackenzi and Joy, too.”

“No,” you said, sleep laced your voice. “I wanna stretch my legs. And I should probably pee.”

Jake helped you out of the car, your body still slightly asleep. You walked over towards the women’s restroom, seeing the girls there already. “How’s the ride in your car?”

“Fine. Josh slept most of the way here, we switched like an hour ago maybe? Hour and a half? They were talking about the new album when I fell asleep.” You walked into one of the available stalls, using the bathroom as quickly as you possibly could. “What about you guys?”

“It’s Danny and Sam, they talk about the most random shit. We kinda just talked about where we’ll be for the next couple months in terms of work.” You washed your hands before leaving the stalls, you and the girls talking about how excited you were to be able to go with them to Wisconsin.

“There’s not really much of anything out here except a fuck ton of lakes. It can be pretty sometimes, but when you’re from here, it’s not really much of anything.”

“You’re from here?” Sam asked, overhearing your conversation. The other boys joined around.

“Yeah. My mom and I moved when we got sick of everybody talking about her divorce from my dad. We went from one small ass town, to a slightly bigger small town in a different state.” You made it sound like a joke, but it wasn’t. The small town you were from had barely any population whatsoever. It was a small, quiet, Midwest town. They all looked the same, except drama traveled faster the smaller the town. Nobody had let your family live down the divorce, they brought it up almost any chance they really could get. They blamed your poor grades on not having the attention and love of two parents in the household. That wasn’t the case, you just didn’t like doing your homework at that point.

A few more minutes of being on your two feet and you were back in the car with the twins. You tried your hardest to keep awake, seeing if your motion sickness would miraculously decide to dispel for the rest of the trip, but it didn’t. For the remaining three and a half hours, you napped on and off. Anytime you woke up, you checked what time it was on your phone and went right back to sleep.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were driving down a gravel road, dust following behind the car. You looked around, seeing all the trees that (you assumed) lined the property line. Your breath was taken aback. You were shocked. Sure, Wisconsin could be beautiful, but being able to actually witness the beauty with your own eyes? Another level of appreciation. Plus, you hadn’t been back to Wisconsin since you were 12, everything looked a tad different, at the same time it looked and felt the same. Josh’s voice was the first thing to be heard since the engine of the car turned off. “Here we are.”

“Holy shit.” Jake spoke up, looking around and noticing all the land they really had at their fingertips. You could tell he was excited, there was a sort of childish excitement glow about him. The last time you had really seen it in person was when you, the twins and Sam had found a lake just outside Frankenmuth, on the other side of town. “So, we’re definitely going to have a fire tonight and I’m fuckin’ building it.”

“Guys, the bags!” You yelled, but Jake and Josh were already heading towards the forest, talk of the fire being discussed. Jake and Josh had always fought over who was going to make the fires, it was a given. Josh was a little pyromaniac, and Jake just liked showing off his Boy Scout skills. Sure, Josh had also been in Boy Scouts, but Jake actually took away most of the learning. Josh had quite honestly forgotten most of it. He just liked lighting shit on fire.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed both Josh and Jake’s suitcases out of the car, attempting to roll all three of them towards the cabin. After realizing it wasn’t going to work, you decided to abandon yours and take the twins’ inside first. They still weren’t back after you came to grab yours. You didn’t ever assume they were dead when it had been a while since you’d seen them, but you always did assume they were getting into some sort of trouble. “There’s only four rooms, so unless you want to sleep on the couch, you better take one of those rooms. Or share it with one of them, I don’t really care.”

“I’ll just share it with Jake. He’s more clean than Josh.” You took your bag into the room you had set Jake’s suitcase in. You began to slightly unpack, putting most of your belongings into the top two drawers in the bedroom. You didn’t bother with Jake’s stuff. You figure if he really cared he’d do it himself eventually.

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When the sun had finally settled below the horizon, Danny and Sam had already gone to the store to buy food to make for the evening. You, Joy and Mackenzi had already found a lake a few minutes walk from the cabin. “We should go swimming tonight.”

“We definitely should. How about after the fire tonight?” You offered, slipping off your shoes and putting your feet in the water. It was nice and warm, as to be expected during the hot weeks of August in Wisconsin. “The water will still be warm enough.”

“Great idea. Food, fire, lakeside fun.” Mackenzi spoke, following behind you in the water.

“That’s a lot of ‘F’s,” Joy joked, “But I think we should add ‘fucking’ in there.”

“Goddamnit it, Joy. Just cause you and Sam are horn dogs doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” The three of you erupted into laughter, you sent a splash of water Joy’s way.

“Speak for yourself, Y/N. Danny has a very… high sex drive.” You figured that the thoughts that went through Mackenzi’s mind were just as Rated R as yours were.

“Stoooooop. Don’t put those images inside my head, Mack. I don’t need to be thinking about you and Danny having sex.” You shook your head, trying to fill your mind with different images. You had known Danny since middle school, you didn’t need to think of him and his girlfriend having sex.

“Then tell us about your sex life, get revenge on us.” Joy spoke, the three of you standing in the water.

“You just wanna hear about me naked. It’s okay, Joy, Sam will understand if you leave him for me.” You wrapped your arms around Joy and pretended to lean in for a kiss, but she actually kissed you. It was quick, but out of the blue and made you squeal and the three of you erupt into laughter yet again.

After deciding on going back to wherever the boys were, you and Joy didn’t stop making jokes about it all night. Sam was heavily confused, Danny didn’t really care, Josh poked his own amount of fun and Jake kept his comments to himself, but thought it was funny. Joy stood in between Sam’s legs where he sat on the bar stool in the kitchen, “What did you boys make us for dinner, Chef Danny and Chef Sam?”

“Danny cooked some steaks up on the grill outside, I made a beautiful loaded potato soup, if I do say so myself.” She kissed him on the nose, Mackenzi settling down by Dan, the twins sitting down as you stood. There weren't any other stools, but you didn’t mind. After the long car ride, standing felt good to your legs.

“We wanted to go swimming after the fire tonight, that sound good to you boys?” Mackenzi asked, slipping a strand of hair behind Danny’s ear. They all nodded, everybody diving into their food.

Danny and Sam were excellent cooks, both of their dishes tasted absolutely amazing. While eating, you looked over towards Jake, who was deep in conversation with Sam and Joy, you weren’t really aware of what they were saying. You just watched the way Jake’s lips moved, mind wandering to the distant memories of them placed over various parts of your body.

“You really just had to fucking dress like that tonight, huh?” He asked, your ass propped up on the bathroom sink, underwear ripped, yet somehow still wrapped around your ankle by the tops of your boot. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your grip wasn’t as good as you would have preferred it, his shirt getting in the way of leaving crescent shaped marks. His grip on your hips was so tight, not even your skirt could protect them from the bruises his fingertips would leave. “God, it’s like you wanted me to fuck you hard in this bathroom.”

“Mhm,” you spoke, barely able to formulate words with how rough he was surprisingly being. “Even wore this tiny skirt just so you could fuck me easier.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, slamming into you even harder if that was possible. You were thankful at that moment that the door was locked. Or at least you hoped it was. But if you were being honest with yourself, you truly did not give a single shit about who would walk into that bathroom and see the two of you like that. All the pleasure you were feeling had made you absolutely shameless.

You got goosebumps, shivering slightly from the memory. “You cold, Y/N? We can turn down the AC.”

“Thanks, Josh, but I’m alright.” You smiled up at him, you figured he must have caught you staring, so you engaged in conversation with Danny, Mack, and Josh. You really couldn’t even focus then. You put down your plate and excused yourself. Once safely into the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face, looking into the mirror. You heard a soft knock on the door, “Just a minute.”

“What were you thinking about during dinner, Y/N?” You opened the door to find Jake standing there. He leaned against the frame as he spoke.

“Nothing.” You pushed past him, but you didn’t get very far. His hand wrapped around your wrist and you somehow spun into him. This wasn’t a fucking movie, but holy shit that was smooth.

“You were thinking about something.. About someone. Were you thinking about me?” Was it really that easy, or was he just being a cocky asshole? That question would go unanswered in your mind. It disappeared the second Jake had you pinned against the wall in the hallway. “You can just tell me, Y/N, and I’ll take you anywhere in this house.”

“Jake,” you spoke, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His familiar, sly smirk rose to his face. He thought you were going to say something sexy back, and honestly? You were going to at first, but it would be a lot more fun if you just didn’t answer. You dropped to your knees, still looking up at him, his eyes growing wide. Were you seriously about to suck him off in the hallway, where anyone could walk down it and see the two of you? The thought got Jake hot, blood rushing to his dick instantly. You fixed the anklet you had on and got back up. “I’ll see you outside.”

“You’re gonna fucking pay for this.” You heard him murmur under his breath. You walked away with a sense of accomplishment, a newfound spring in your step. There was something about knowing you had Jake wrapped around your little finger that gave you an influx of power. You joined everyone else outside, everybody gathered around the fire. You sat next to Josh, smirking to yourself about what just happened inside.

Nobody knew but you and Jake. That’s what thrilled you the most about your friends with benefits with Jake. Sure, you didn’t really care if anyone found out about you two. But the anonymity of it made it ten times more dirty when you did fuck. The time in the bathroom in the bar, you were drinking with the boys and their girlfriends. You had slipped into the bathroom when nobody was really looking, knowing damn well Jake was going to follow you. When you had that quickie at the Detroit show, none of the boys found out. How they didn’t was beyond you. You weren’t exactly the quietest, but with a hand pressed against your mouth, your sounds were definitely muffled.

Jake sat across from you, coming out behind you a few minutes later. His spot was next to Sam, who had Joy on his lap. Stolen glances were shared the entire time everybody sat around the fire. Tour stories were shared, drunk twin shenanigans were a constant topic of conversation under the tour stories category. It was no shock to you the amount of trouble they would’ve gotten into if Sam and Danny had both also been drunk with them. “They almost fucking went onto a private property with no clothes on, except for their shoes.”

“We did not!” Josh yelled, talking over Danny. Everybody else laughed, knowing full well that Danny’s side of the story was the truth.

“Josh, I’ve seen your dick more times than I’d like to have in my short, yet somehow long, 22 years of life.” You almost fell over from laughing, but Josh caught you before you could. His right hand was steady on your right hip, his left hand grabbing yours. You looked over to Jake after regaining your balance, noticing a glint of… what was that… jealousy?.. in his eye. You paid no attention to it, Josh was like a brother to you, it meant nothing more than an act of help.

Time passed by way too quickly because all of a sudden everybody was migrating towards the lake the three of you girls had found earlier. Everybody stripped of their clothes, keeping their underwear on, trodding into the lake. The moonlight danced over the waves, them crashing against the shore was the only thing you could hear aside from the laughter that came from everyone.

It was truly magical - that moment in time. Everyone was smiling, laughing. Joy was thrown over Sam’s shoulders, Mackenzi’s legs were wrapped around Danny’s waist as he gave her a piggyback ride. But over time, people filtered out. The water either got too cold for them, or they got too wrinkled, or were simply just too tired. The last two in the lake were you and Jake.

It was silent between the two of you as you floated in the water, belly up. Your arms and legs kept moving, eyes looking towards the moon. He swam by you, grabbing you out of the water, bridal style. You laughed, covering your mouth with how loud you accidentally yelped. You both chuckled as he spun you around. He let go of your legs, but you wrapped them around his waist. You nudge your nose with his. “You looked a little jealous during the fire, Jakey.”

“Why’s that? ‘Cause Josh touched you? Doesn’t bother me.”

“You sure?” You asked, raking your nails down his chest lightly, a soft hum emitting from the back of his throat. “Seemed like you were mad that another guy was touching me.”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

“Okay. I’ll just go makeout with Josh, then.” Just as he did before, he grabbed your wrist when you began to walk away. But instead of just pulling you into him, he planted his lips on yours in a feverous manner. Your lips molded with his, your hands in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. His hands were firm, one at your waist, the other against the small of your back.

He kept pulling you closer, as if you could possibly get any physically closer than you already were. The space between you had already been closed, your chest flush against his. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ on making out with Josh.”

“A hard no.”

“What? Don’t wanna share me with your brother?” You hadn’t fully entertained the idea, mostly because you had known them since childhood, but drunkenly? Oh, fuck yeah. The thought of being wedged between the twins had crossed your mind many times while under the influence, particularly wine-induced.

“No, I don’t wanna share you with Josh,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re my fuck buddy, not his.”

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The next morning came, and you still couldn’t shake the slight ownership Jake had claimed on you last night. His arm dangled over your waist, hand steady on your thigh. You could feel his breath, hot on your neck. The sun beamed lightly into your guys’ room, falling right in front of your bodies. It was so quiet, the only thing you could hear was the birds chirping and Jake’s voice ringing in your mind. You’re my fuck buddy, not his.

Surely, it wasn’t supposed to be taken in the way that you were thinking. But you were surely thinking about it. Once you had woken up, it was all you could think about. He sounded so possessive, it honestly turned you on a tad bit. And by a tad bit, you mean a whole fucking lot. The thought made you shift in your spot in the bed, thighs rubbing together to create at least some semblance of friction. Your body stilled as Jake’s moved, his hand coming up to grip your hip. “Mhm, as much as I love morning sex, I’d like to be a little more awake first.”

“Oh, fuck you.” You threw his arm off you jokingly. “I was just trying to get comfy.”

“You sure? ‘Cause to me, it felt like you were trying to grind your ass onto my dick.” His morning voice was fucking sexy, goddamn. “You can lie to yourself, Y/N, but you can’t lie to me.”

His hand had regained its spot on your leg, moving inwards towards your center. A breath caught in your throat, your eyes never leaving his hand. You could feel his eyes on your face, watching the effect his hands had on you. His touch was feather light, just barely grazing over the waistband of your underwear. You were interrupted to your dismay by a loud knock on the door. “Guys, there’s breakfast downstairs whenever you’re ready to eat. Danny and Mackenzi made eggs, toast, sausage, you know. Regular breakfast shit.”

“To be continued.” Jake whispered in your ear, a blush rising to the surface of your cheeks. You let it die down before you threw on clothes, a pair of shorts and an old high school track t-shirt. It wasn’t yours by any means. You had stolen it from an ex boyfriend you had dated after Jake had left for tour.

Everybody’s face in the morning looked the exact same. Reluctance to wake up in the morning. The coffee was still being made, the noise of the coffee maker filled the kitchen. Joy looked half asleep, slightly disheveled. Her hair was knotted in random places, as was Sam’s. His hair was particularly curly this morning, giving away their evening activities.

Lucky bitch, you thought to yourself. The fire Jake started earlier that morning hadn’t dulled, the flames didn’t burn out. The entire time you sat and ate breakfast all you could think about was the ache you felt between your legs. You kept occasionally staring over towards Jake, watching his mouth move, watching his jaw clench as he chewed. You sat with one leg over the other, a sad excuse of an attempt to rub your thighs together was made, but to no avail. No semblance of pleasure came from said attempt. Danny spoke after a good half an hour of silence. “The boys and I are probably gonna spend some time writing a bit this afternoon if you girls want to do something. There’s kayak’s in the shed in the backyard.”

“Yeah, we could do that. Sunbathe and shit.” You spoke, getting up from your spot in the kitchen and putting your dishes in the sink. “I might do dishes later on or something. Clean up everything from last night and today.”

“Leave those for later! The sun’s calling your name, Y/N, can’t you hear it?” Mackenzi spoke, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You smiled, Mackenzi had the kind of happiness that was infectious, smile too. It lit up a room whenever anyone was sad. That was one of the many things you loved about her.

When Danny had introduced you to Mack, you were so unbelievably happy for him. She was the ray of sunshine that he needed. As soon as you two exchanged numbers, she was a go-to person for you. Anytime she needed someone, you were there and vice versa. She knew a lot of your damage, you knew almost all of hers.

The same could be said for Joy as well. Within the years, the three of you became inseparable. Whenever the three of you got together, trouble always ensued. It was never the type you couldn’t come back from, but it was the type that was almost too raunchy to tell stories about. Your trio would be talked about for years to come, not by the boys that accompanied you to the cabin, but other groups who had witnessed the trio’s troublesome nature.

The sun was absolutely relentless on your back as you kayaked around the lake. Every so often, you’d lean back ever so slightly, closing your eyes as you tilted your head back towards the sun. Your body felt on fire underneath it’s blaze, “I could use a drink, God, this sun is killer.”

“You and me both.” Joy joked, attempting to fan herself with her hands. Mackenzi agreed. You looked over at the two of them before you tipped your kayak over, ending with you submerged under the water. “Does it feel as good as I think it does?”

“Mhm,” you pushed your hair back with both hands, kicking your legs to stay afloat. You could barely graze the sand with your toes. “A little deep, but nothing too terribly bad. I was gonna swim back to the dock and get us some beers from the fridge. Wanna drink on the dock and pretend we're all 17 and going to get caught by someone’s dad?”

“I’d absolutely love to.” You left Mackenzi and Joy to their own devices, swimming towards the shore. You pulled yourself up onto the dock, not realizing the boys had migrated their writing session outdoors. You walked towards them, soaking wet, swimsuit clinging to your body. You glanced at all of them, eyes catching Jake’s. Nobody else had really paid any attention to you.

Before completely going inside, though, you dried off with a towel that was leftover from last night, still catching Jake’s gaze. You turned away from him, a gentle smirk plastered on your face. You didn’t entirely know the game you two were playing, but you sure as hell were enjoying it.

The fridge’s cool breeze once you had opened the door felt nice on your skin. You reveled in it for a moment before you were stolen away. It all happened so fast, one second you’re in front of the fridge and the next you’re pressed up against the counter, Jake’s body as tightly against yours as he could possibly get you two. “You know how I said you’d pay for your little stunt yesterday?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was a fraction above a whisper, eyes wildly flickering between his lips and his eyes. You couldn’t pick one of them to focus on, his pupils were dilated and his tongue brushed over his lips before he spoke again.

“Looks like you’re gonna pay for it right now.” Jake’s lips attached themselves to your neck, making a home for themselves in every inch of skin that he could get his lips on. His hands were tight against your hips, pinning you to the counter. It’s when he started to get on his knees did your eyes slightly widen.

It sent shivers down your entire body, when he kissed a line from your breastbone to the top of your swimsuit bottoms. He didn’t give any warning, within the next split second, your bottoms were yanked down your legs, wrapping around your calves as Jake attacked your core with his mouth.

Instinctively, as it had done so many times, your hand found its way into his hair, pushing his face into you. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, assuredly placing new bruises in placement of the old ones that had been lost to the testament of time. He fucking ate you out like it was his last meal, as if he was a starving man who had not been fed in thousands of years.

The knot in your stomach was growing bigger by the second, pressure building between your hips, your jaw going slack, eyes twisted shut in rushes of pleasure. You were absolute mush in his hands, in his mouth. And then nothing.

You opened your eyes, finding Jake’s face hovering slightly above yours, lips wet with your juices. “You psyched me out,” he brought his lips to yours, melting his tongue with yours. As you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, you could taste yourself. “The taste of your own medicine isn’t as sweet, is it, love?”

He walked outside without another word. Your mouth was left slightly open, but you forced it close and pulled your bottoms up before grabbing three beers and a bottle of vodka you found in one of the cabinets and heading back out towards the dock, Mackenzi and Joy already laying down, belly up. “What took you so long?”

“Uh, nothing. There was beer in the fridge and whiskey in the cabinet. I was debating for a while on which one to bring out. I brought beer.” You handed each of them a beer, as they glanced at the bottle of vodka. “I also brought vodka.”

You opened the bottle, your hand wrapped around the neck, taking a big swig before offering it to Joy. “I would, but last time I drank that shit, I threw up out the window of a taxi in New York. I blame Sam.”

“That’s fair. I would blame him, too.” You tried your hardest to pretend that what just happened in the kitchen didn’t happen, and some part of you honestly believed it was a fever dream. Jake was sitting back by the boys in the backyard, guitar slung over his lap, staring up at Danny who’s guitar sat on his thigh while his foot occupied the chair.

You really had to get him back.

The sun had dipped below the lake before you had even realized it was getting to be that late. You and Mack had been decently buzzed for a while now, the vodka carrying more of your buzz than the beer. Joy was mostly sober, her only having a few beers. A loud gasp came from Mack’s mouth, “We should scare the boys!”

“Oh my God yes, Mack, what do we do though?” You giggled, holding a hand in front of your mouth.

“We could tiptoe into the house and scare them.”

“Mack, Y/N, you’re so buzzed you’ll trip over their shoes and make a mess.” The look shared between you and Mack, it was already decided that that is exactly what you were going to scare them with. She laughed, arms wrapped around her knees, they weren’t fully against her chest, but damn near close enough. “You go right ahead, let me know how that goes. Send Sam out here when you’re done giving them a ‘heart attack’.”

The fact that the two of you tiptoed the entire way to the cabin was sad. The giggles fought so hard to slip past, making an appearance, but you forced them down as best you could. Mack opened the door ever so quietly, going through the door first. You scanned the living room quickly, no sight of Jake. Sam’s voice carried through the living room, him finally coming in from the kitchen, “You looking for Danny?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna scare him.”

“He’s in the basement recording some drums. He’s by himself though.”

“Thanks!” Mack’s feet somehow carried her quietly all the way to the basement door, down the stairs. You were still in the living room, Sam taking a drink from the cup he had in his hand.

“Joy wants you outside by her. Where are the twins?”

“Jake said he was getting in the shower and Josh went to the store to buy more beer.” You said thank you before Sam headed off to find Joy. You walked up the stairs towards your and Jake’s room. You figured if he wasn’t in the shower, he was going to be in the bedroom. Hearing the water run, though, you allowed yourself into the bathroom, noticing he had already taken his place in the shower.

You undressed as quietly as you could, the fact that you were still wearing your swimsuit from earlier made the effort a lot easier and quicker. It fell to the floor with a light thud before you pulled back the curtain ever so slightly to see what way Jake was facing. His eyes were closed, head tilted back as he rinsed shampoo from his hair. You quietly hopped in, leaning against the wall as you watched him.

Jake had always been pretty. Everybody in school knew that. There were some days all you could do was sit and stare at Jake. He had an effortless beauty about him and watching him grow into the man he is today filled your body with a different type of appreciation and fondness for him. The man standing in the shower before you, water dripping down his skin, was the most ethereal human being you had ever seen. You allowed yourself to think this way, mostly because the vodka still tumbled through your veins. “Have you always been this pretty?”

“What the — Y/N? What are you doing in here?”

“I was gonna scare you but you look too pretty.” You pushed yourself off the wall and wrapped your arms around him. Your eyes steadied themselves on his lips, a hum coming from your lips. “You’re so pretty, Jakey.”

“Wanna let me condition my hair and wash my body and then we can go to bed?”

“Can I condition your hair? You can still wash your body.” You squirted conditioner onto your hand when Jake gave you the good to go. You smiled to yourself, lathering his ends with conditioner, watching him run body wash over every part of his body he could reach. You finally looked up at him, eyes slightly lidded due to intoxication. “I can get your back.”

While washing his back you could see where you had left marks earlier, barely there, but still slightly visible. The scratch mark was probably two centimeters long. You shocked yourself with that one when you saw it the next morning, still red. You had apologized to him, never really knowing what was okay and what wasn’t. He didn’t mind, though. He liked it more rough, never complaining once when you’d pull his hair a bit too hard, scratching him a bit too much, biting him harder than you expected to.

You stepped out of the shower to allow him to continue rinsing his hair and body, putting his discarded t-shirt on. You handed him a towel as he stepped out. You slipped your swimsuit bottoms back on, just to have the comfort of wearing something that covers you up enough until you would at least get to your room to change into actual clothes.

It wasn’t silent between the two of you, but there wasn’t any talking. Jake looked over to you, seeing you in his shirt. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t place, mostly due to the vodka but also because you weren’t too worried about it. You watched him so intently, the way you did when you had first joined him in the shower.

You weren’t exactly shocked when Jake threw you over his shoulder and carried you back to your room, but you certainly weren’t ready for that. He pushed the door open with his foot and shut it the same way, hearing it shut. He put you down on the floor carefully, right in front of the bed. “You… drive me insane.”

You giggled, playing with the hem of the t-shirt you stole. “Do I? How do I drive you insane?”

He got closer, chest against yours, pulling your chin upwards with the tip of his pointer finger. His eyes raked over every inch of your face, a rose colored blush appearing on your cheeks. You weren’t sure if that was from the vodka or if it was the feeling you got knowing that Jake was drinking you in. “You always look way too good to not be touched.”

You hummed, a light smile appearing on your face, hand running up Jake’s arm, ghosting past his shoulder to trace a line down the middle of his face, your finger pulling lightly on his bottom lip before you finally stopped. You smirked, bringing your lips right to Jake’s, but leaving enough space to finally speak, “You’re addicted to me.”

This part could have been falsified in your mind, the dizziness you were feeling absolutely clouding your mind and memories. The kiss was soft, but somehow had so much more behind it. Your hands cupped Jake’s face, holding him there for as long as you possibly could. His hands were on your back, pulling his shirt up slightly with the higher he moved up your back. It was by accident, but his hand grazed your bare skin and sent goosebumps rising all over your body. That’s when he finally took his shirt off your frame, parting your lips only to reconnect them again once the shirt landed on the floor.

You pulled your bottoms down next, now completely naked, standing in front of the boy with the most stunning brown eyes. He backed the two of you up, your knees hitting the edge of the bed making you fall onto it with a giggle. His demeanor didn’t change. He still stood, looking down at you reclining on the bed. “I think you owe me an orgasm, Mr. Kiszka.”

“I’m pretty sure you owe me one, too, love.” You smiled wide as you pulled him down on top of you. While connecting your lips once again, you both smiled into the kiss. That kiss led to so much more. Touching, sucking, biting. Your bodies tangled together, legs hitched over hips, back arching, head pushed into the mattress. All that could be heard was soft sounds of pleasure, not wanting to be too loud in case one of the boys had come back inside to head to bed.

Both of you looked positively fucked out, laying next to one another slightly out of breath. He turned to face you, pulling your body closer to his as you began to drift off to sleep. The last thing you heard was Jake’s voice in your ear, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

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