#just sat in a corner with its thumb up its ass | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pwinkprincess · 1 day

Note

gettin high w geto :3 ( do what you will w that info hehe)

u get me so high ୨ৎ

you’ve never been a chronic smoker, unlike your boyfriend who can’t go a day without rolling up. for him, its a requirement to smoke. he can’t start his classes without hotboxing his car first, he can’t eat his lunch without taking a few hits, he can’t even have a good nights sleep without smoking.

even though he denies with every fiber in his body that he isn’t addicted to weed, and he could stop whenever he felt the need to. you knew deep down, his words were ignored.

suguru is also a hypocrite. he smokes all day but when it comes to you, he tends to be strict.

“don’t smoke. that shit fucks with your brain.” suguru told you one day when you reached for his blunt that sat in the black ashtray. you wave him off and bring it to your lips.

he observes you from his position on the bed, right beside you, his back leaning against the headboard. as you take inhales, you could feel yourself feeling lighter and lighter. "suguru teach me how to ghost." you tell him. you were trying to teach yourself, but every attempt ended with you either simply failing or you are getting choked up on the smoke. you were beginning to get dizzy from all of your failed attempts, a clear sign that you need to slow down and drink water.

"chill." he mumbles, taking the blunt from you. he sets it on the bedside table. he picks up a half full bottle of water, unscrews the cap, and hands it to you. you take quick gulps; you didn't realize how dehydrated you became until you seen him holding water.

he picks a movie for you to watch. once the movie begins, he's quick to pull you beside him. in your relationship, some might assume you're the clingy one due to how stoic suguru looks, but if only they knew he's the cuddler.

you try to tune in with the movie, you really do. but for some reason (you choose to blame it on the weed), suguru suddenly smells so good. and just his body heat has your pussy leaking. you keep throwing subtle glances in sguru's direction, only to see him intrigued with the movie he picked.

with a sigh, you lay your head on his chest and throw your leg over his. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you closer to him. you lay still for a few minutes until you calm your nerves.

slowly, you snake your hand to the band of his sweatpants. you bite down on your lip as you past through the elastic and reach for his dick. with gentle touches, you softly grope it through his boxers.

"babe." suguru sighs. a warning to stop? a confirmation to keep going? you don't exactly know. you respond with a soft hum as you grip his length, coaxing it to harden.

“you do this every time you get high.” suguru tuts.

your hum merges into a whine at his observation. “can’t help it, sugu. you’re jus’ so sexy.”

he only lets out a playful “mhm” as he lifts his hips so that he can pull his boxers and sweatpants off. once his cock is free, you’re instantly drooling. you’re quick to latch onto his cockhead, hungrily licking up at the salty beads of precum.

suguru’s low moans echo throughout the room as he looks down at your ass. you were arched so perfectly for him on all fours. unfortunately, with him laying down in front of you he couldn’t see your wet pussy dripping from how needy you are for him.

his long arms reach to your panties, he blindly thumbs your clit through your thin panties. soft little moans escape through your mouth as you bob your head around suguru’s dick. he is so thick, it’s almost a challenge for you to wrap your mouth around him fully.

“c’mere, come sit on your dick, baby.” he coos at you.

you’re quick to remove his dick from your mouth. your lower face is all messy and there’s remaining bits of drool seeping through the corner of your mouth. you scramble on top of him. you choose to do reverse cowgirl. you’re so desperate for him, you don’t even wait to take you panties off, choosing to just slide the fabric to the side.

your head feels like it’s spinning, and you cannot tell if it’s from the weed or from suguru’s thick cock stretching your pussy to the max. when your ass smacks against suguru’s pelvis you let out a hiss.

suguru bites down on his lip. he raises his hand and gives your right ass cheek a hard slap and follows up with your left cheek as well. “ride this dick, sexy.”

“mmmhmm.” you already feel yourself becoming dick-dumb. you begin bouncing yourself on his thick dick, you’re so wet your pussy is already making a mess all over him.

everything feels so hazy. you’re moaning and letting out cute mewls every time his cock brushes that spot in you that makes you see stars.

“s’ big.” you pant. you straighten your posture, your hands come up to fondle with your own nipples. you pinch and twist them, adding more to the sensation.

“fuckin’ squeezin’ me.” suguru groans. he tries to focus on lighting the blunt you had started a few minutes ago but it proves to be more than hard when a wet tight pussy is clinging onto him.

“feel good, papa?” you ask. you seek out reassurance. you want him to feel as good as you’re feeling. you tilt your head so that you could look at him to the best of your ability.

seeing suguru low lidded, and a fat cloud of smoke escaping his mouth has your pussy clenching around him even tighter. arousal drips onto his cock like an upcoming wave.

“feelin’ so good, sexy. so fuckin’ good.” he breathes out. “keep going, yeah just like that. mhm, pussy’s gushing all over me. you gonna clean your mess up when we’re done?” his mouth is sooo dirty and it has you panting out inaudible promises.

his dick and the weed mixed has you on a different high. a high a strain itself couldn’t bring you on.

270 notes · View notes

e17omm · 2 years

Text

Bloody kill me

I had a space station spawning free units and the AI let all their units sit in a corner

#star wars empire at war #ai bugged out and didnt attack my space station #just sat in a corner with its thumb up its ass #why is it allowed to have this many units?

3 notes · View notes

thisthatpinkvenom · 11 months

Text

IT'S SWEATPANTS SEASON, OH MY!

JOCK!SAN / BAND GEEK!FEM READER

⤏ Synopsis: Autumn has arrived; the season of pumpkin spice lattes, corn and—unfortunately for you—grey sweatpants. those pesky little things have attached themselves to your boyfriend's legs like glue, and you're having a hard time keeping your mind out of the gutter.

⤏ Genre(s): drabble*, fluff, humor(??), smut, smut, smut

⤏ Content: jock!San, band geek!fem reader (I know, I'm so original), you're referred to as "sweet potato" once—don't ask, just go with it, established relationship!au, college!au, non-idol!au

⤏ NSFW Warning(s): dry humping, unprotected piv (it's fiction, guysss. use your rubbers and stay safe!), creampie, just lots of build up because I'm down bad for a man in grey sweatpants 🙈

⤏ Note*: this content is completely fictional.

The mosaic of orange and yellow was striking below the dull blue clouds as the trees continued to shed their leaves. Your eyes swayed with the leaf you'd been watching descend its way patiently to the ground while you sat on the bench, shoulders jittering in the midst of the decreasing temperature. Your hands peeked out from the ends of your sleeves before rubbing together, the crisp morning air making your fingers tingle in the cold. You should've worn a thicker jacket, is what you mulled over in your head that you hadn't even noticed San until he enveloped his own padded jacket over you. The gust of warmth awoke you from your reverie and you hummed, meeting eyes with him when he lowered himself into a squat.

"You didn't have to come here," he said, a dimple indenting his cheek as he curled one corner of his mouth upward. After pulling the hood over your head, he tenderly brushed his thumb across your cheek. "I know you're not a morning person."

You struggled to fight a yawn until you decidedly gave in, white fog manifesting in your breath.

"I want to support you," you murmured. You were too busy blinking away your fatigue to notice how he looked on in nothing but fondness. Your conscience warped your thoughts when you scanned over the jacket engulfing your frame, your lips forming into a small pout. "Mm…aren't you going to be cold?"

San took a glance at his attire; he's only got a windbreaker left to keep him warm. Nonetheless, he shook his head and insisted he was used to practicing like this on the field. Despite wearing less than you and the flushed red on his nose and cheeks, you couldn't really tell if he felt the effect of the weather as much as you did. You couldn't fathom how he had the motivation to get up at the ass crack of dawn to run around with a ball, doing drills with his teammates while Coach Kim rapid-fired pointer after pointer without a stop to catch his breath. It truly was admirable how smiley he was at 7:00 a.m. without consuming any caffeine.

Coach Kim sauntered along the grass before he blew his whistle and commanded the team to group together. Your boyfriend looked over his shoulder before turning back to you, eyes squinting as the sun's orange glow began to blanket over the field.

"Well, gotta start soon," he observed. "Stay warm and if you're sleepy, just go back. I'm happy you're here but don't force yourself to stay. All right, Sweet Potato?"

You made a small noise of confirmation, unfazed by the odd affectionate nickname you had gotten used to over time. The heat of his palms skimmed over your ears as he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before standing tall. But what you didn't anticipate—whoa—had really slapped you awake right then and there. For the mere five seconds you'd managed to capture a mental image, time felt as if it'd been stretched to hell when your boyfriend's crotch had leveled with your eyes. You hadn't realized the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and now that you've gotten a face full of…that, you're acutely aware.

You're shook to the core.

Your gaze trailed after his jogging figure, following the path up his long and toned legs to his cute little bu—okay, whoa! It's only 7:15 in the morning. You had no business indulging in these thoughts right now. Get it together.

Oh, he's facing your general direction now.

Are you staring at it too much? It's starting to feel a little warm, all of a sudden; it's the jacket, isn't it? Just how long is this going to take?

You're trapped on this bench. It hadn't even been 10 minutes since practice started and Coach Kim was rambling on about the importance of warming up while you're glued to your seat, pathetically staring at your boyfriend's dickprint while he seemingly had no idea. God, you felt like a perv. Even though he assured you that it was okay, you didn't want to just up and leave. This was a relationship built on give and take, and there were one too many times when he watched your concerts while knowing little to nothing about orchestral music.

You'll just suffer, then.

"Just fuck him."

"Lisa!" you chided, pushing three fingers against your friend's arm as she rolled her eyes.

"What?" She swirled her tongue around the glob of chocolate ice cream sitting on top of her waffle cone. "He's a hot, charming guy. Your own boyfriend makes you horny and that's supposed to be a problem now?"

"Oh, my gosh, I just…" you trailed off, eyes searching elsewhere for your thoughts. "I'm not used to being all"—you waved your hands disorientedly in front of you—"dirty…minded. He's the one who usually initiates it."

"Sex?"

"Everything physical, really," you clarified. "I just feel like if I start it, it's just going to be off—and awkward."

You sighed. "How am I going to get through this season?"

"Oh, yeah, the sweatpants; that's what's been making you a sex freak," Lisa recalled with an airy laugh. "Those things are like lingerie for guys. Especially the grey ones…oomf. 'Dicktoria's Secret' is real," she snorted.

You gave her a blank stare.

"Look, just be honest," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world—which it was. "You really think any guy is gonna find it offensive that his girl's drooling over his bulge?"

"I wasn't drooling—"

"You will be."

"Oh, my gosh."

You weren't aware that having a footballer-boyfriend automatically signed you up for three months' worth of almost nothing but sweatpants. You also didn't know how many he had stashed in his wardrobe until now—it's good to know he didn't wear the same pair everyday. But this meant he had enough pairs to flaunt his dick outline in your face whenever you were together.

Not good for your cavewoman brain.

Fingers danced along your neck and you squirmed at the intrusion, meeting eyes with San's own with your face sporting a frown. The same fingers belonged to the arm lazing comfortably around your shoulders, both of you having snuggled together into mush on his couch while you binge-watched one of your favorite shows. You whined his name in annoyance when you're kicked out of your thoughts.

He chortled. "Sorry, I just—it's Buffy and you don't even seem that into it. Is everything okay?"

Let's see: it's a Friday night. His roommate, Mingi went to visit his parents for the weekend and you're all alone with your hot, charming boyfriend™ who's clearly gone commando under his sweats. And you're supposed to be watching Buffy slay vampires…how?

"Y-Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" you stammered.

He hummed in feigned ponder, and the knowing smirk surging its way onto his lips would've sent a churn in your belly if you'd actually caught sight of it.

"You know that my eyes are up here, right?"

Your eyes snapped up in panic, and silence was the only response you had sitting on your tongue. You wanted to hide in a cave, where you could wallow in embarrassment without disturbance. Your own boyfriend had just caught you ogling his crotch like a perv.

San tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing a smile at how you resembled a deer in headlights. "You thought I wouldn't notice?"

Your mouth was stuck in a battle between opening and closing as you desperately searched for the right words. With a defeated sigh, your face fell into the safety of your palms.

"This is so embarrassing," you groaned, words muffled against your hands.

"Hey," he laughed softly, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to retract your hands away from your face. "It's not a big deal"—you sighed when the light from the standing lamp washed into your eyes—"it's cute."

You gave him a funny look. "Cute," you stated, doubt laced in your tone.

"Yeah. Usually, I'm the one doing all the staring."

He scanned you up and down with a pondering pout on his lips, continuing on to ask, "It's the sweatpants, isn't it?"

"Do you have to state the obvious?" you whined.

"What? I just wanna make things clear, so I know what to wear for you," he teased. He shifted closer and smoothed a hand up your thigh. "I'll wear more for you."

If he felt the goosebumps on your skin, he didn't comment on them.

"You say it like it's lingerie," you quipped, recalling what Lisa said a few days ago. You're saying anything to distract yourself right now, but you crumbled easily whenever he touched you. And he knew it well, especially when his hand moved dangerously close to your pyjama shorts. You're not even sure if you were breathing.

"If it's gotten you like this, then I'd say it pretty much is."

He moved on to say, "I like it when you look at me like that."

Your expression was frozen. "Like what?"

San's eyes changed ever so slightly, his hand finally slipping between your squeezed thighs.

"Like you really want me."

Your thighs parted for him. "I…I do," you murmured.

"Oh, really? Where do you want me?"

"Where else?"

"I asked you first."

You made a quiet huff from your nose, looking down at his hand that's aching to pull your shorts down. "Inside"—you hesitated—"inside me. I-I would like it if we had sex…please?"

His lustful gaze turned softer, eyebrows raised high at your interesting way of words. While you, on the other hand, visibly grimaced. San found your eyes shutting tight and your nose scrunching up all too adorable, and without a doubt, he would've bitten your cheeks if he could.

With a chuffed smile, he hooked his fingers at the waistbands of your shorts and underwear, waiting for you to lift your hips. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's have the sex now."

You sulked at his incessant teasing, knowing well enough that he was purposefully expressing his words awkwardly. He laughed and assured you he would stop there, before grabbing your now half-naked body by the hips and having you straddle him. His fleece sweatpants were rough from the continuous use, giving you some nice sense of friction on your sensitive nub.

But above all that, you could feel the presence of his cock hiding beneath his pants, your pussy lips spreading the slightest on his erection. Your breath hitched as his hands made their way under your sweater, then your shirt; reposed comfortably at your hips as if they made home there. The pads of his fingers kneaded your skin as he looked up at you with expectant eyes.

"C'mon, get yourself off for me."

You waited with bated breath for nothing in particular—you'd just been momentarily distracted by his intense stare. Nodding too many times in the span of a second, you began to move your hips under the guide of his hands.

"Oh…"

There was a minor ache in your hips when he dug his fingers deeper in your skin, but you were too focused on the soft chafing of the fabric against your clit. It was getting you in the right place; so rough.

"Are you doing okay, Baby?"

You released an unstable sigh. "Y-Yeah."

He eyed the way your skin slightly folded with every move you made on his clothed cock, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. Your motions grew faster and more impatient as you yearned for his mouth against yours, falling forward before your lips touched his.

He pushed you down each time he pulled you forward, earning growingly unsteady breaths from you into his mouth. You nearly choked when he bucked his hips upward, soft moans having no chance to escape when each were engulfed by his lips. You continued to do nothing but mindlessly grind your clit on him, humping his clothed cock like you were in desperate heat.

You didn't have the mind to warn him at this moment, unable to hear anything but your own moans until you were reaching your impending climax. And soon with trembling thighs, you came. Your skin grew rampant with shivers while your mind went elsewhere for the bite of a second.

San finally spared some mercy, separating from you with a thin string of spit connecting your lips before he's splitting it with a lick from his tongue. Stealing a glance at the dark spot you left on his pants, he served you a lustful, lopsided smile.

"This is what you'll get if you're just a little more honest with me," he chuckled.

Your ears grew hot at the sight of your arousal leaving its mark, adjusting yourself with your hands on the backrest behind him. You waited a few beats to gather your words before you muttered, "Well…can I be honest with you right now?"

"Of course."

San waited with patient eyes, his stare nearly melting you into goo while he thumbed your skin again.

"I'd like to have the sex—with your penis inside me…please."

He didn't try at all to suppress amusement at how you'd poked fun at yourself, hearty laughter producing from the pit of his belly. The dimples in his cheeks emerged from hiding as he grinned and nodded while pushing his waistband down, just enough for his cock to free itself. When his laughter had settled, he pressed a peck on the tip of your nose.

"Whenever you're ready."

You grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the tip against your entrance, pausing for a moment until you began to slowly but surely, sink entirely down his length. The stretch always started as an odd pressure between your walls, but once they'd completely swallowed his dick whole, it always left you wanting more. It's a feeling you don't think you could ever give justice to, if you were ever asked to describe it. He was just so right for you.

Your body gave into him as he pulled you flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist like a tightened belt. His hushed groans were made only for you, and hearing them continuously by your ear sent shivers down your spine.

"So warm," he muttered under his breath. He slid his bum further down the couch with you in his grasp and spread his legs wider. And when he was sure of the angle, he rolled his hips to meet yours, finding a steady pace with the most agonizingly unyielding thrusts. With every slam of his hips, your moans rendered into off-key whimpers as you melted under his guidance.

It felt like you were experiencing the hottest temperatures of the summer; your cheeks were burning and at moments, you felt like pushing away just from the sheer heat of your bodies entangled together.

A cuss left your boyfriend's lips when you gnawed on his shoulder, the salty tang of sweat grazing your tongue. And as if he wasn't holding onto you tightly already, he pulled you even closer as his cock rammed relentlessly, his rhythm growing sloppy when he began reaching his peak.

Your back felt like it'd been bent beyond repair as his cum coated your walls, the familiar twitching of his cock presented inside you. But he didn't stop there, he wouldn't until you came as well. And with his jaw clenched, he fucked into you like you were his toy, white rings of his own orgasm spilling with every move and making way to stain his pants.

"C'mon, Baby," he grunted. "Cum, f-fuck—cum, fucking c-cum…"

And in a few more thrusts, all you saw were specks of white among darkness. Your pussy spared no consideration on his sensitive cock and clenched as you trembled, the string of swears leaving his lips going deaf on your ears. Your limbs fell limp to pure exhaustion, despite how much you wanted to just wrap them around him like you were a koala and he was the tree. You wanted to mark your kisses all over his face but not even your lips were functioning right now as you barely managed to muster out a "thank you".

It was clear that it took a moment for San to register what you'd said, before he let out a breathy laugh. Not because he found something funny, it was just one of those laughs you got when you felt so euphoric—like getting your balls drained until you were a moaning mess; that kind of euphoric.

He kissed the top of your head, looking ahead at the TV where Buffy was still slaying vampires as usual. His dick stayed inside you, soft and relaxed in your warmth, neither of you in any rush to clean up.

"Mm…remind me to buy more of these sweats."

#ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #choi san smut #ateez san smut #san smut #kpop smut

3K notes · View notes

dazednmatthews · 20 days

Text

(crazy how) this love thing seems unfair~ m. sturniolo

short mini fic cause i lurve this song so bad. angsty asf w a semi-happy ending. enjoy my loves <3333

“mattttttt,” her voice is coated in sleep. “come back to bed.” matt is standing at his closet door, rubbing his own tired eyes. it’s about nine in the morning, much too early to be doing anything other than laying in bed with her.

“you know that i can’t, sweetheart. i have to go work with the guys.” he finally picks a top, a soft, white sweatshirt that’s semi-cropped.

“boooooooo.” she sits up, pushing the curls that escaped her bun away from her face. the look on her face almost makes matt want to say fuck it and stay right here.

after he puts on his shoes and cologne, he walks to the side of the bed and sits. she sinks into him, body melting into his touch. they sit there for a moment, no sound in the room except their breathing. it’s peaceful.

she leans up in his arm and places a kiss at the shell of matt’s ear, making the boy groan softly. “don’t do that. it makes me want to stay.”

another kiss, this time under his jaw. “that’s the idea.”

one of matt’s hands are kneading the flesh of her thigh, pausing momentarily to rub circles with his thumb. the other hand is planted gently on her waist. he grips a little tighter when she kisses the corner of his mouth.

“stop touching me like that if you’re leaving.” she whines, pulling away slightly. “so not fair.”

he pulls her back. “give me a real kiss.”

she shakes her head. “ew, no. morning breath, hello.”

matt gives her a flat look. “i put my literal tongue inside of you twenty four seven and you think i give a fuck about morning breath?”

she shoves his shoulder with an incredulous laugh. “it is nine in the morning, matthew!” her eyes are sparkling now. “tone it down.”

matt shrugs. “i’m just saying.”

there’s a brief moment where they lock eyes, and suddenly it’s like all the air in the room has been sucked out. matt moves his hand up, feeling the thrum of her heart beating rhythmically. it’s one of his favorite sounds.

she moves into his lap, his hands coming to the swell of her ass to steady her. her arms loop around his neck, face close.

she pulls him in, gently connecting their lips. the way they interlock is something out of matt’s wildest dreams, serenity coating him from head to toe. he’s tugging and grasping with all his might, always needing her closer.

he can feel her lashes on his cheek, can feel her nails on the nape of his neck, can feel her love through every swipe of her tongue. he never wants to be anywhere but here.

there’s a knock at the door. “matt, we gotta go!” it’s chris. “y’all are too quiet in there so i’m staying my ass out here.”

she breaks the kiss with a giggle. “duty calls.”

he groans, resting his head on her shoulder. “so not fair.”

though it’s a fight, from matt mostly, she untangles herself and stands. she extends a hand to pull matt up, giving him a chaste kiss. “it’s okay, matt, go. i’ll be right here when you get back. always.”

***

turns out that always didn’t mean forever.

there’s a low static sound coming from the t.v, but matt pays it no mind. he’s been sat there for what feels like hours, staring into the distance. he has no idea where his brothers are, something about a friends house or something.

it’s been a couple months since the two split. since matt’s entire world shifted off its axis. he hasn’t seen you since you came to drop off the box of stuff that was filling your apartment. still hurts like the first day though.

matt fights with the same urge he gets every night at about this time. during the day is easier. he’s either asleep or so busy with work that he doesn’t really think about the you-shaped hole in his life. doesn’t really think about the absence of your toothbrush in his bathroom, or the lack of your perfume on his sheets. yeah, the day is infinitely easier.

it’s at night, when he cracks. when he turns in bed and there’s no one there. when he can’t hear the sink running because you’re doing your ridiculous sixteen-step skincare routine. when he walks to his bed just fine because there’s no ill placed bag in the middle of the floor to trip over. it feels like walking into a room and immediately forgetting what you were meant to be doing. he knows something is missing, but he doesn’t know how to get it back.

he wants to call you. wants to talk. to sort through all the communication that mishandled. it wasn’t a messy breakup, or even a hostile one. and somehow, matt thinks that’s worse. he’d prefer yelling and arguing and just knowing you weren’t right for each other anymore.

but it wasn’t that. instead it was distance and tears and feeling like right now there just wasn’t enough space in each others lives for one another.

he didn’t want this. at all. he wondered if you felt the same. he’d stared at the phone countless nights willing himself to dial the number. to draft a text. he’d spent just as many willing you to do the same. it never came though.

matt knows tonight is different. the hum of the ac is lulling the anxious feelings in his stomach. he knows by the way his shaky hands grab his phone that this time is going to be the one.

he doesn’t know what to say, nor how to get it out. he wants to pour his heart out, but he also can’t do that without looking at you. without seeing you and feeling the rush of unwavering love he always got whenever his eyes met yours. it wouldn’t be fair.

so he starts off light and hopes for the best. you always did used to say that he had a way of knowing you better than anyone else.

he hopes to god that’s still true.

a/n: i’m tewwwwww good to y’all fr. jus sumn lite bc i love that damn song soooo bad and it came on this morning and a giant ass cartoon lightbulb went off in my head. anyway number neighbor part five & six later today cause ik that’s what u guys really want 😭 i hope u guys like this okie bye i love you all sooooo bad!!!

TAGLIST:

@sturnioloco @peachmels @sugrhigh @tastesousweet @rootbeerworshiper @hollandsangel @sturnolio-luvs @mattsobvimyfav @misscocodiorsblog @ilovechrisssturniolo @pepsiboyy @braindead4l @mxqdii @fawnchives @hearts4chriss @certifiednatelover @nmegamett20 @imaslut4kehlani @dominicfikue @wovenribbons @streamermattsgf @pr1ncessmatt @pinksturniolo @yourfavoritefangirl @nickmillersn1gf @freshxsturniolo @sturniolobltch @mattspolitank @lookingformyromeo @alorsxsturn @imwetforyourmom @kiarastromboli @sleepysturnss @mattscoquette @sturncakez @inkyray @simply-a-simper @lanas-doll @wh0resstuff @giannasturn @iluvmattsbeard @mattsmad @bambi-slxt

(also if i add tags based on requests and on comments so if u ever want to be taken off let me know!!!! jus send me an ask or a message and it’s no problem <3333)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo texts #chris sturniolo headcanon #matt sturniolo headcanon #Spotify

426 notes · View notes

chellestrash · 3 months

Text

A long road ahead

Shane Walsh x Female!Reader

summary: bored in the car with your boyfriend you decide to make the drive a bit more fun for both of you. warnings: pet names, explicit language, explicit content, teasing, exhibitionism, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex, car sex, pure smut, not much plot to it word count: 2.2k a/n: i literally got the idea and then sat down and wrote it in like the same day? Had to get it out of the system before I work on some bigger projects, hope you'll enjoy it!

You watch the not so well, lit road from the passenger's seat of your car while Shane drives you both to a little party at one of your old friend's place, a couple of cities over. It's not a short drive, but you figured it won't be too bad on a Friday evening, and you quickly realize your assumption was correct. It's not bad, but it is boring, the road is long, and you start to get bored...quickly.

You turn to your boyfriend, watching as he skips through the radio station for a bit before setting on something that seemed semi familiar to both of you. He clears his throat, tilting his head to the side, as he goes back to watching the road in front of him. Your eyes linger on his arms for a bit, the fabric of his t-shirt tight around his bicep as he grips the steering wheel after changing the gear. You trace your eyes down his body, from his rough side profile, over that pretty neck, down to his broad shoulders, his chest and the down and down and lower until you stop right between his legs.

Your mind wanders, pretty quickly finding its way back to yours and Shane's favorite ways of passing the time together, and you suck your lower lip in between your teeth.

Watching him for another moment, with your mind occupied by the memories of his body, your hand slowly finds it way under your dress and make up your mind the second your boyfriend's voice brings you back to him.

“You okay?”

He asks, eyebrows pulled together as he turns from the road to you and back to the road again.

“Yeah.”

You answer quickly, and he glances over at you again, scrunching his nose up slightly as he does his best to figure out if you mean it or not.

“You sure?”

“I'm fine, Shane, watch the road.”

You instruct him, and he does as he's told. After turning to face the window on your side of the car, you prop your head in your palm and watch the dark buildings pass by behind the glass. It doesn't take more than a couple of minutes for your brain to wander back into the place Shane managed to, oh so effortlessly, pull you out off.

Rubbing your thumb over your thigh, you slowly move your palm higher and higher up your leg before pushing it under the fabric of your dress.

“What are-”

Shane starts, catching your hand move out the corner of his eye, but chokes on his own words once he turns his head to look at you, his eyes immediately falling between your legs. His jaw drops, eyes widen when he registers the subtle movements of your hand under the fabric, and you take this opportunity to make the ride a bit more interesting for both of you. Lifting your ass up from the seat, you quickly pull your black panties down, opening your legs slightly to allow them to fall onto the floor of the car.

“Shit-”

He curses, dropping his hand to the now, growing bulge in his jeans, doing his best to keep the car in the right lane without looking at the road too much.

“Wait- wait wait wait - fuck what-”

He tries, but you speak over him.

“I'm sooooo fucking bored, Walsh.”

You tease him with a whine, pulling the dress up just enough for him to catch the glimpse of your pussy before finally touching yourself properly.

Humming, satisfied with the sensation, you rub your fingers over your center for a moment before spreading your legs open some more to focus on the clit.

“Shane! The road!”

You point out after a moment, realizing he probably didn't look away from you since the panties brushed over your ankles. He doesn't listen, reaching his hand over to your side, trying to touch you.

“Don't-”

You push his hand away, and nod towards the road in front of the car.

“Walsh! You want me to call the cops on you? Watch the damn road!"

You warn, hand never slipping away from your center as you address him directly.

“God- fuck-, god damn it!”

He huffs, slamming his hand into the steering wheel, frustrated as he focuses back on not causing a major car wreck before reaching over and pushing your hand away from your pussy.

“Don't fucking do that then.”

He warns you, and you give him a shocked smirk.

"Or?"

You push your hips forward, the hand immediately back between your legs.

"Hey! What'd I just say, what-"

Shane glances between you and the road, trying to focus on both things at once, but you won't let him win.

"What'd i say?!"

He warns, harsh, loud voice fills the car but, you know him, it doesn't work on you.

Propping your knee on the ledge by the window, you spread your legs open even more, making sure to turn in his direction slightly, wanting him to get the best view possible.

“Oh, I don't know...didn't hear you."

You point out as you continue to rub your fingers over your clit, feeling the warmth between your legs growing more and more the more you touched yourself, but most likely the more he watched you do it. It wasn't the first time you did shit of this sort in the car, but it was the first time you decided to not let touch you, at least not yet. You wanted to tease and get to him, and that's exactly what you wear doing. Judging by the now, completely hard cock staining against the fabric of his jeans, you deserved some praise.

You moan theatrically, earning yourself another “made you look" point before, he glares into the mirror and onto the side of the road.

“I'm pulling over-.”

“Don't!”

You protest.

"Yeah, you think I'm gonna listen to you now?"

He mumbles, eyebrow raised as he glares at you and into the mirror again.

"Think I'm gonna-"

“You pull over, I'll stop. You got that?”

He turns to you quickly one more time, and you know if looks could kill, Shane Walsh would be a murdered right now.

“You're on- real thin ice right now, you know that-”

He warns you, but you manage to cut him off yet again, the wet sounds of your fingers slipping inside you cuts off any sort of communication between his brain and his lips.

You watch the way his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel as you continue to do to yourself, what he wishes he was doing right now, when the car suddenly stops.

The intersection feels like a gift from God when the red light forces him to stop the truck.

Fighting with the buckle of his belt with one hand, he undoes the seatbelt and leans over to your side of the car before ducking down, between your legs. You slip your fingers out and lift your hips up slightly to make it easier while he grunts into you. Your mouth falls open and eyes shut tight when you feel his tongue press hard against your sensitive clit.

“Oh shit- oh shit.”

You push his head harder against you, the short, buzzed hair prickling your palm while he hums loudly, licking up your slick. Digging your nails into his back, you attempt to pull him even closer, feeling the climax building up deep under your bellybutton. You don’t even dare to think about it too much, but to be completely honest, you’re pretty sure, despite the late hour, if someone looked at the car even for a moment, they’d figure out what was going on.

“Shane-”

You half gasp, half moan when the green hue of the streetlight snaps you out of the pleasant moment.

“Fuck- Shane!”

Taping the side of his head with your hand, you attempt to get his attention, but he only lifts his head up once the car behind you hooks impatient.

“Fuuu-”

He pushes his head up, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand quickly before doing his best to frantically get the car in gear before stepping on the gas. Your slick shines on his lips in the lights of the streetlamps while he speeds down the main road, pushing his hand into his boxers at the same time. You watch the fabric move as he strokes his cock again and again and again, biting into your lower lip at the site

“Pull over.”

You finally get the words out, feeling way too close to stop now, but not wanting to come without him.

“I'm fuckin- tryin-”

He almost shouts now, glancing around the car's surroundings.

“Shane…”

You warn, and he catches your hips buck up, pussy clenching around nothing, the last straw.

“Fuck- don't, wait, god fucking-”

The car jerks to the side as he cuts through the two lanes and comes to a sudden stop on a small dirt road off the side of the main one. It's, in no way, secluded, not any more than the main road, but neither of you care enough for that fact to stop you. Not at this point.

You pull your hand away from yourself and Shane yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cocks springing out, hard for you already, before he pushes his seat back enough to make room for you.

“Fuck, fuck f- c'mere darlin' c'mon-“

He grabs onto your arm desperately, helping you throw your leg over the middle of the car, and you wait exactly half a second for him to line his cock up with your entrance before taking him in at the same time as he bucks up into you.

“Oh shit- oh shit, god-fuck!”

He curses under his breath as you feel yourself stretching to accommodate to his size. His hands drop to your hips, under the dress, fingers digging into your ass when you begin to ride him, both of you working on the deep thrusts. You throw your arms over his neck, head falling back slightly, your nails on his back again as you feel his cock drag out of you before pushing in, nudging right under your stomach on the inside.

His lips find yours as the trusts speeds up and so does your breathing. You taste yourself on him and hum into the kiss before he pulls away, pushing his face into your neck with a loud grunt as he feels himself almost falling over the edge now.

“Fuck-fuck- oh shit- “

As his hips speed up even more, he pushes his hand between your bodies, and you feel his fingers on your clit.

A loud moan lets him know they're in the right place, and he scoffs loudly, smiling wide as he watches you fall apart on top of him.

Your climax hits, harder than you've anticipated, definitely harder than what you've expected when you slipped your hand under your dress a couple miles ago, and he lets you ride the high out on his cock before finally letting himself come as well.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck-”

You grip onto his torso as he fucks through your body's post orgasm clenches, listening to the wet sounds filling the car. He grunts, loud, really loud, and you know he's there.

“Ohhhh there he iiiiis. Good boy Walsh!”

You tease immediately after, not really giving him even a second to catch his breath. Resting his forehead against yours, he pants loudly, swallowing hard as he does his best to speak up now.

“Fuck you.”

He mumbles, and you laugh out loud, pressing your lips into his before dragging your hand down his face to clean him up a little bit.

“Again? You wish”

He scoffs loudly this time, rolling his eyes at your words, before wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you even closer to him.

“Think anyone saw us?”

He asks after you sit in silence for a moment, your body rising and falling with his chest, your fingers scratching the back of his neck gently, his hands on your lower back under the fabric of the dress, thumbs brushing softly over your skin.

You shrug, not really sure if it honestly matters much to you.

“The car behind us at the stop light?”

He laughs loudly, looking off to the side, out the window and back at you.

“Yeah, shit. S'what i though too.”

You breathe out a laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“Well, if they did, then…lucky them, I guess.”

Shane nods, approving of your answer with a quiet chuckle, and you smile at the sound.

“Lucky them.”

He repeats before sighing loudly.

“Christ…don't know how we didn't fucking crash.”

He mumbles, holding your hand as you stand up and pull off of his cock before falling back onto your seat before he slowly and gently tucks his cock back into him boxers then pulls his jeans up.

“Should we try the party still?”

He asks, watching you lean down to pick something up from the floor.

“Eeeh I don't know.”

You state, not even turning to face him before hanging your lacy black panties over the mirror before turning to face him again.

“Your choice Walsh. We still have a bit to go."

#shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh smut #jon bernthal #shane walsh fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #jon bernthal smut

368 notes · View notes

harmshake · 1 month

Note

I am usually shy and don't like requsting stuff but.....

Imma just leave this here....

Oh, angel. For you, it's a done deal. 😘💗

Gear

Cody Rhodes x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, fluff, and smut | 2,099 words

Happy reading! Read my other Cody stories here, if you'd like. ✨

The excitement buzzing through the bedroom could likely be felt down the hallways of the hotel, each corner, wall, and floorboard reverberating with that palpable joy for what was to come once you and Cody left it.

Only four hours to go. Four hours to get ready and head out to the Lincoln Financial Field. Fours until WrestleMania began where your husband, Cody, would grace the squared circle and become the new Undisputed WWE Universal Champion.

You could see his excitement marking his adorable cheeks a light pink as they balled up from a dazzling smile. He stood in the bathroom, half-hiding behind the door he held onto as he was getting dressed, his bare, muscular shoulders and pecs peeking at you as did he with that smile.

"You ready to see the gear of a champion?" Cody called out to you as you sat on the bed, already dressed in your turtleneck dress as you pulled on your knee-high boots to kick away the Philly chill.

"Hell yes. You've kept it a secret long enough, babe," you remarked, thinking of how he usually showed you his new gear even in its design stages on the pages of a notebook. That let you know this outfit was one he knew would surprise you with its grandeur. Cody nodded once with a cute smirk before he closed the door for a few seconds, opening it and strolling out in his jacket, tights, and boots, deep hues of red, white, and blue with luminous gold accents such as the American eagle adorning the broad shoulders. His pretty, cobalt eyes wrinkled with that handsome smile of his again as he strutted towards you with his hands out and did a quick spin that made his jacket tail flit through the air. He made you smile, too, with pride before you felt tears sting your eyes to see him so regal and opulent—and you couldn't wait to see the big gold around his waist to match.

"Let me guess. You hate it?" Cody teased before he noticed you wipe at your eyes with your sleeve. He came closer to you and slid his big hands onto your cheeks to tilt your face up at him as he gazed down at you with concern turning down his pink lips. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. These are happy tears, I swear," you piped up as his wide thumbs brushed your cheeks, his right one catching a tear as it slipped down your skin. You were telling the truth as you felt nothing but pure elation to see your husband who busted his ass for years week in and week out finally earn the opportunity to be the face of a company that he—and Roman Reigns, respectively—carried on his back already. You added with a sniffle, "Just can't wait to see you looking good like this out there tonight when you win."

"Don't think I've ever made you cry because I looked too good," Cody laughed quietly and made you giggle, too, before he bent over to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "God, you're precious. You know that?"

"If you say so," you replied with your hands covering his still holding your face as you rested your head on his warm, slightly hairy abs exposed in his open jacket.

"I do," Cody reminded you with one more kiss atop your hair before he carefully pulled away to retreat backward to the bathroom with a sneaky grin. "Ah. I forgot...there's one more part of my gear I want to show you."

One of your arched eyebrows raised at him as he disappeared into the bathroom once more with the door closed, hearing him rustle with something before seeing him emerge in a mask—a skull mask with an almost silver sheen, golden wings, and a patriotic, thorned crown.

You couldn't help the gasp that slipped out of you as it startled you, you never saw him wear something like it. But at the same time, a smile crept onto your lips when he approached you with his hands out again as his muffled voice chirped behind the mask, "Badass, right?"

"Wow, baby. Yeah, actually. Wow," you marveled as he stood between your thighs to let you run your hands up his chest until they cradled the mask. It was denser than you expected, almost like real bone, and smooth. You could see glimpses of his skin through the jaw and eye sockets, but you nearly couldn't see his eyes in the contours of it. Yet you knew Cody was looking right at you as you admired the details of his mask, your fingertips tracing along the grooves of teeth where his warm breath escaped through it to graze your skin. You shivered a bit from the feel and from his fingertips tracing along your spine.

"Wait. Is it badass or is it scary? Because you're shaking a little, sweetheart," Cody asked softly and made another shiver roll through you as he continued caressing your back.

"Um...both. In a good way..." Your voice was just as soft, threatening to taper off with a little moan when he let his other set of long fingers wrap around your nape as your head fell back to study him looming over you looking menacing, charming, and seductive all at once. If your thighs weren't spread open to let him stand before you, you would have squeezed them shut as that shiver trickled down between them and into your panties.

Cody studied you back for a moment like he felt it, too, and you heard the smirk in his voice when he said, "Yeah? Or maybe it's a third thing...maybe it's sexy."

His fingers that stroked up and down your spine began to stroke only down as he slowly made a trail from your lower back, your left hip, and to your thigh where those fingers gathered the hem of your dress to tug up. Your eyes followed his movements, watching as his fingers then traced your bare thigh, close to where his touch made you shiver and drip and mumble to him, "Maybe..."

He let out a deep yet light chuckle before you heard a sigh follow it as his fingertips followed the deep shade of magenta where your pink panties formed a damp spot. You sighed, too, as he gently pressed the pads of his pointer and middle fingers to that spot, your clit behind it that he nudged with small circles just enough to turn your sigh into an airy moan.

"I didn't anticipate you'd like my mask this much, darling," Cody moaned back to you when you couldn't resist putting your hands on him, as well. Your head was still leaning back on the palm of his hand as you gazed at one another, yet you didn't need to see his thick bulge to know where it was and feel it twitch when you ran your fingers across it.

"Hmm...you must like it, too," you goaded him with a tiny grin and another tiny moan when he slid his fingers into your panties to bury in your warm slick. The delicious way he swirled them on you with his thumb nudged back to your clit made it a bit difficult to focus your fingers on the hem of his snug pants you wanted to pull down. He moaned with you when you carefully caught and caressed his length in your hand as it bounced free after you finally rolled his pants and red boxer briefs to his thighs. Now you had to look and soak in how his pretty, brown-pink dick throbbed in your grasp, all hard, thick, and long with his round tip trying to spill his pre-cum onto your thumb.

"I like feeling how wet you get for m—unghhh, shit. Mm...I like that, too, baby," Cody grunted with a heavy breath when your tongue swiped along his slit to taste him before you pushed his length into your mouth altogether to taste all of him. You knew he could feel the moan vibrating in your throat as you suckled him into it—a moan that grew deeper as his fingers thrust deeper into your pussy—when he trembled on your tongue and tried to balance himself with his fingers entwining with the hair at the back of your head.

Cody's moans grew just as deep as you wove your tongue around his shaft that stretched your lips around it, your drool from his yummy, savory taste dribbling from the corners of your mouth and down your chin as your wet dribbled from his knuckles that tapped at your sticky pussy lips with each thrust. He was trying to make you cum, you could feel it with his thumb fondling your tender and tingling clit and his fingertips lingering with unhurried taps on your g-spot.

He would be successful and soon as you felt yourself clench around his diligent touch, heard your husky moans fill your ears, and saw a flash of his angelic eyes on you in his devilish skull mask as he encouraged you with a husky growl of his own, "You must want me to cum the way you're swallowing me...fffuck. Unhhh, I want you to cum. Please, sweetheart...I need to feel you cum on my fingers."

His grip on your hair tightened just a little to make you keep your eyes on his that leered beyond his mask as he flexed his fingers in you with sweet, short taps on your spot that began to flutter as you whined for him, from that swift and overwhelming rush of warm tingles that flooded your body. It felt damn good, just as good as it felt to feel your husband pulse in your throat a few minutes later with his hips flinching forward until his cute tuft of brown hair brushed your nose. His warm, slippery cum as it started to pump down your throat felt good, too, and his moans sounded good with your name laced throughout them as his deep voice floated from behind his mask once more.

"God, baby...look at you. Beautiful," Cody murmured with another breathy moan obscured by his mask. You wished you could see his beautiful face as he cherished yours that he messied with your saliva and his cum on his tip that smudged your lips once he pulled out. Yet you enjoyed seeing your husband look like a sexy nightmare come to life as he revered you. He took his time drawing his fingers from your wet warmth that still throbbed on them, placing his fingers on your lips to join his mess and compelling you to lick it off. You whimpered as he let you suck on his thick fingers and pouted when he pulled them away, only to whimper again at the lovely sight of him pushing his mask off to reveal his handsome face again and taste you on his fingers, too.

"Thought you would try that with that mask on," you teased and bit your lip when his gorgeous, blue eyes held yours.

"I considered it for a half second," Cody chuckled before he took a step back from you and let his eyes fall on your bosom in your dress. "Uh oh. Looks like you might need to change. I'm sorry, baby."

You glanced down to see where your combined love juices had dripped to your chest and left a nice, big, wet stain that you wouldn't attempt to dry when you both had to head out the door soon. You nonchalantly waved your hand in the air as you replied, "It's alright. I knew I was going to need to fix my makeup again, anyway, too."

"Ah. Sorry again. I hope you don't blame me, but this." Cody jiggled his mask still in his fist and you both giggled to each other. "Don't know what came over me when I put it on..."

You then rose from your seat at the edge of the bed to soothe your hands to your husband's chest, but not before skimming your fingers on his mask first, as you said, "I didn't mind...you could, um, wear it again sometime. If you wanted."

"Is that so?" Cody tossed his mask onto the bed to free his hands to wrap around your waist as he eyed you with his stunning smile. It made you want to blush, especially as he added in a low purr, "Does tonight work for you, sweetheart? I'll wear it and my championship belt just for you...and I'll take it all off for you, too."

Thanks for reading! 💙

🫶🏾 tagging: @mamirhodessxox @femdisa @crimbabyops @crxssjae @southerngirl41 @theninthwonder @alyyaanna @joannasteez @purplehairgawdess @sikoazayn @codyswhitebelt @empressdede @cyberdejos2 @iguessilikewrestlingnow @armanibook @jeysbvck @headoftheetable @alichesmi @johnnieluvr @sassginaswanmills @vintage-pvssy (if you like Cody fics, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the next one!)

#yeah...........cody got me fucked up looking all sexy like this. i blame you aly! 😭#cody rhodes #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes one shot #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes x you #wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #black writers #spilled ink

317 notes · View notes

sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

Text

𝙲/𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

Ft. Gol D. Roger, Rayleigh, Ben Beckman, Shanks (This can be when they were younger or older idc)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Cockwarming, Fingering, Kissing, Dirty Talk(?)

Roger

Gol D is such a simple man when it comes to you and your pussy.

If you offer to sit down on his cock as he drinks the night away he’ll be over the moon

“Roger, we’ll be in front of the crew though…”

“Yeah, well…we’ll also be in a corner and you’ll have this pretty dress on.”

His infamous smile showing his deep dimples behind that nose hair of his never failed to make you roll your eyes and agree to his slutty plans.

You and him now cozied up as the party goes on his ship, his tip softly hitting spots in your pussy that makes you softly whimper whenever he adjusts his hips in his seats

“You’re like my personal little heater.” He hums drunkly in your ear, nearly about to grope your breast but you slap his hand

“Shut up Roger!”

Rayleigh

Big…Big..he’s so big.

It’s not the length that Rayleigh has that gets you it’s the GIRTH.

Whenever he offers you to sit down and say still it’s purely out of punishment.

“Seems I spoiled you too much today huh?”

You squeeze down at his words, his musky natural scent and his breath hitting your ear as you sat so painfully still on his lap as he read—

“Porn. Really…you’re reading fucking porn.”

“Ssssh.” He kisses the pout you have on your lips and a firm swat landed on your butt right after making your nude body jolt against his. “‘M reading, now.”

You knew if you rocked Your hips against his you’d be in trouble. You knew, and he almost read your mind from the glint in your eyes staring down at the wet mess connecting you both.

Rayleigh knew you wouldn’t last keeping him warm. You never do, so when he felt your pathetic ruts against his body he smiled. Giving you what your pretty supple body wanted this while time.

Picking you up swiftly you hold onto his wide frame, feeling him place you on his fluffy bed to then hold your legs as far apart as they can be. He spits on your little clit, thumbing it to soothe the tense feeling of his cock still inside you.

He was right. He spoiled you too much.

Ben

You both love to do it after sex

Purely because it lead to more sex.

Benny is an affectionate/touchy man when it comes to you. Your body and the softness of it always gives him a cloud 9 kinda of feeling that he refuses to let go of

“Stay.” Is all he says when he keeps you under him, his head in your breast, every once in a while licking/kissing on your bruised nipples from prior events.

As full as you already were, the way how his body caged you in, the way his hair felt in your hands, his warmth and weight. You didn’t mind it.

Sometime he will switch positions, leaving you on top and him leaning on the headboard so he can smoke, he’ll rub your nude/sweaty back to soothe you back to sleep.

However—

“Whatcha doin’?…hm?”

He felt you grind against him a little, kissing his neck, maybe it was the hint smell of your pussy in his breath, the way his fingers lingered on your ass when he rubbed you, or maybe you’re just THAT needy but—

“Wan’ more…” Your whispered, embarrassment creeped in your face realizing you both been at it since this evening and its such a late hour.

Benny smiles, bringing your chin to his mouth and shotgunning you before both of your tongues played with each other. His kisses were always so sweet, but messy.

“Use me then…” Benny laid flat on his back, one arm behind his head, “‘M all yours.”

Ben was never a man to tell you no

Shanks

You swear it’s because he is a pervert but really he loves to be close to you.

It usually never ends with sex, he can fall alseep right then and there when he plunges inside you.

It was a rough day, running around, training, stealing, you name it. It was a lot for Shanks.

You both are in your shared room, getting ready for bed after taking a quiet calm bath together, he watches you lather your body up, Damn—-you looked so good

But he was so tired, he didn’t want to ask you to ride him, it seemed selfish to use you for his own satisfaction but

He needed you.

“Sweetheart…Can…can you sleep with no panties tonight?”

Usually you would have scoffed at his offer, sounding like a pervert again but his voice was tired and his eyes were drowsy. You approach him, cupping his damp cheek and he leans in to kiss you slowly.

“Of course.”

He gave you his shirt to wear and you did, he decided to just stay in the nude.

You lay on your side, and almost immediately when shanks gets in the bed he plants his lips on yours, passionately kissing you, leaving you to moan in his mouth as he plays with your clit a little.

“So wet already…” He marvels, lifting your leg a little he shares a “fuck” with you, you’re so warm and tight, so eager to suck him inside.

You can hear his sigh of relief as he settles inside you from behind.

“Thank you baby.” He pecks your neck, you were exactly what he needed after today

He knew in the morning he’d have to thank you with his tongue.

2K notes · View notes

norizz-nation · 8 months

Note

can i request smut with celebrating carlos bday, pole, and Monza podium all at once because there was no time for individual celebrations so you do it at the end of the weekend. can there be a part where reader rides his face too if you’re comfy?

I was thinking about writing a Carlos smut and this gives me a great idea. Hope you like it ❤️

Birthday present ❤️

Summary: after his birthday, pole position and podium in monza, you wanted to give him a little surprise

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, slut shaming, daddy kink, spanking, dacryphilia, choking

Since you and carlos were apart from each other this race week in monza, you couldn’t celebrate his birthday with him. You were at home for some work and that made you so upset because you were there all the time for him. And after qualifying p1 and getting a podium on race day was everything Carlos needed. It was just a perfect week for him. But you weren’t there. That was the shit part.

After he finally came home after the race week you wanted to make it quite special for him. Since you weren’t there to celebrate with him. You and Carlos had a kinky sex life but carlos was always the dominant one so this time you wanted to handcuff him and be on top.

You wore his favorite dark red lacy lingerie that was so see through that you could practically see everything, this one’s carlos’ favorite. After getting ready you got the handcuffs out of the closet and texted carlos to come home quickly. After he came home he gave him a hug and said “I’ve got a surprise for my birthday boy” he looked at you smiling “really? what is it?” “come with me”

You sat carlos on the edge of the bed and handed him the handcuffs saying “since its your birthday, i get to be on top.” He then placed the handcuffs aside as he pulled you close to him “sit” he said. As you sat on his lap and looked at him. “Now tell me baby. Who do you belong to?” “Of course you” he then caressed your cheek and then caressing your lower lip saying “and are you my good little slut?” That question made your heart skip a beat. “Yes daddy, i am your good little slut” you could already feel so submissive in front of him, so weak for him. He then smiled and said “so i get to taste my birthday present by handcuffing you” he then told you to get on the bed as he handcuffed you to the bed. But you were facing the headboard which made you confused as you tried to look at him. You were on your knees as carlos said “spread your knees baby” you did. As he went between your knees and pushed your ass down.

“Dont fucking half sit on my face. Sit properly like a good slut you are for me” you then sat on his face as you could feel his nose brushing your clit making you move your hips up but carlos holds it down tightly spanking it hard. His breath making it much harder for you to stay strong as you could feel your whole body weakening. You tried to grab his hair but you couldn’t because you were handcuffed. You were so high right now that you couldn’t take it anymore as carlos kept on circling his tongue on your clit. You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you squirmed more and more. “Nghh daddy i-im gonna c-cum” he then pulled you away as your whole body froze, confused. He then removed your handcuffs and wiped the tear with his thumb as he said “you cant cum yet. im not done with my birthday present”

He then spread your legs apart and placed your legs on his shoulders getting a full access inside of you. He pushed inside without any warning making you scream and grabbing his arm tightly. “Oh f-fuck d-daddy” he was fucking you in such a fast pace that made your legs shake already. You could feel your orgasm coming again. “Daddy im g-gonna cum, c-can i please cum?” You pleaded sobbing because of the pleasure as his hand went around your neck saying “such a good girl asking for my permission. of course you can cum baby” you then came around his dick, legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back. After staying in that position for a while you got up and sucked his dick taking him full. As he groaned. “Such a little slut.” You looked at him still sucking on his dick as he came inside your mouth and swallowed his cum, all of it. “Happy birthday daddy” you said looking at him smiling as he kissed your forehead.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask me what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

468 notes · View notes

malliluvs · 9 months

Text

bloodied lips

rhea ripley x f!reader

After losing her fight, she seeks her girlfriend out to blow off some steam.

word count: 1.8k

(incomplete bc idk if its good)

18+!!

warnings : rhea taking her anger out on you, mean-ish rhea, cursing, smoking, mommy rhea, pure smut, oral r!recieving and r!giving, fingering r!recieving, teasing, edging, slight sadism/ masochism, thigh riding, bad girl good girl type, degredation/ praise kink, rough fucking, strap usage, cowgirl, mirror stuff, somewhat bratty reader, idk what else just really slutty

note: this is about the summer slam 2021, rhea ripley vs. nikki a.s.h vs. charlotte flair, also this is my first time writing smut that wasn't a jokey joke so erm!!! and theres barely any plot, mostly just smut bc.

if you asked me a year ago, i never would have imagined myself front row at the summer slam, but yet i was here.

i watched rhea walk into the ring, she practically demanded respect with her presence. and god knows i would give it to her. i couldn't believe i was watching my girlfriend walk into a ring.

of course, i've seen it plenty of times, but i could never get enough of it. and the best part was that she was always the most riled up after winning a good match.

but, what i didn't expect was the complete opposite. not only did she not win, she failed miserably. i winced at every blow she suffered, nikki and charlotte were not holding back.

everytime rhea looked at me in the crowd i blew her a kiss, that would usually pick her spirits up. but she was far too angry to care about me, or anyone for that matter, all she cared about was winning this fight.

after the fight, i waited back in her dressing room for rhea. i was sitting at her vanity, watching the next fight on the tv in the corner of the room. she walked in fuming.

curses spilled out of her mouth.

"that fucking bitch , using those cheesy ass moves , fucking bitch!" she yelled, her australian accent booming through the room. she kicked one of the chairs, before glaring at herself in the mirror.

i jumped as she kicked the chair, i furrowed my eyebrows. "rhea?" i said, my voice calm as i tried to hopefully calm her down.

she looked at me, but it wasn't the normal, loving look she gave me before the match, it was a death glare.

i gulped, before taking a deep breath. "lets calm down, okay? i mean... it cant be that bad." i smiled sheepishly. "there's always next ti-"

"no, there isn't a fucking next time y/n!" she yelled. " i spent fucking months training for this fight and i couldn't do shit, so don't tell me about next time, i don't need a fucking pep talk." rhea clenched her fists, running her hands over her head as she paced around the room.

i stayed quiet, looking down.

"get over here." she told me, i just looked up at her.

"i said, get the fuck over here, y/n. im not in a good mood." she said, wiping the blood off her lips as she stared at me, her voice eerily calm.

i got up from the vanity that i sat in, i looked up at rhea, she could be terrifying when she was pissed. i took small steps towards her, before she grabbed me by the back of my neck.

my eyes widened as she pulled me into a kiss. my face flushed a deep crimson as she bit my lip harshly. i was used to rhea being a bit rough, but i couldn't help but be surprised when i felt a sharp, burning pain on my lip, and blood trickled from my lip onto her own.

she pulled back, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip, smudging the blood on my lips. she licked the blood of her lips, her eyes filled with anger and lust. almost as a warning of what was to come if i didn't obey her.

"take your clothes off." rhea demanded. my eyes widened. we had never done anything like this in such a public place, nevermind outside our bedroom. even if it was her dressing room, we both knew that her coach would be in here any minute now to reprimand her.

"rhea you can't be seri-"

"off. now."

i looked down, it was clear i wasn't gonna get a word in. "but-"

she grabbed me roughly. "y/n, im not in the fucking mood right now for your bratty shit. just do as i say, now take. it. off." i knew i should be scared of her, but the wetness in my panties were telling me otherwise.

i knew i shouldn't tease her, but i couldn't help myself. i turned my head to the side and crossed my arms.

"no."

rhea's eyes turned a dark shade of red, she growled. "what the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" she yelled. my eyes widened at her tone, gosh she was such a turn on when she was angry.

"i said no! i don't wanna, i wanna finish watching the fight." i huffed, before sitting down on a nearby couch, ignoring rhea entirely. i could practically feel her staring at the back of my head, her eyes like lazers.

i heard her breathing increase, i was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears. i knew she wasn't gonna let this behavior slide, and that only excited me more.

i heard rhea walk out, slamming the door behind her. she was pissed.

by the time we got back into her car to leave, rhea couldn't keep her eyes off of me, she was practically begging for my attention, and i didn't listen to her.

"y/n. look at me." she demanded, she was still pissed about her fight, and even more pissed that i wasn't paying her any mind.

"you know what? okay." that was all rhea said. my eyes widened and i looked at her, but rhea was already pulling out of the parking space.

did i fuck up? no.

i looked at the smirk that adorned her face, she had something planned, and i was completely unprepared.

the second we got back to her apartment, she pushed me up against the wall and gripped my hair, pulling my head to look at her. she gripped me tight, i winced in pain, her large hand was a blessing and a cruse. i felt her hand unbuckle my belt and unzipping my jeans. she roughly stuck her hands into my jeans, her large, calloused fingers tracing me through my panties.

i let out a shaky breath. "rhea..." i whined, i couldn't ignore her when her hands were on me, it was impossible.

"shut the fuck up." rhea glared at me. "you wanted to be a fucking brat? i'll treat you like a brat." she scoffed, a smirk played at her lips. if i weren't so turned on i probably would have punched her.

she wrapped her large hands around my waist, and picked me up like i weighed nothing. she threw me over the shoulder and took me to our bedroom.

she pushed me into the room, standing me in front of the large closet mirror.

"look at me." her voice caught me off guard and my eyes caught hers in the mirror, i felt a shiver run down my back as she glared at me.

she smirked, and started unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down roughly. they pooled at my feet as she forced a hand in my underwear, her calloused fingers running over my slit.

"god, fucking slut..." she cooed. i closed my eyes, and she bit my ear roughly. "you've been acting like such a bitch all day, you wanted this didn't you?"

i looked at her in the mirror, pleading for her to touch me. every touch of hers felt like heaven, and i needed more.

she scoffed. "what do you want?" she raised her chin up, tilting her head. god, i loved when she did that.

my words caught in my throat, i felt her thumb slowly graze my skin, and I felt my knees become weak.

"use your words." her voice was husky and demanding.

"i... i..." my words didn't seem to want to come out of my mouth.

rhea began to get frustrated, she pulled her hand out of my underwear, and gripped my waist, pulling it towards her. she roughly pushed me against the mirror, her hands the only things holding me up as my cheek smushed against the glass.

my heavy breath fogged up the mirror, as I looked back towards rhea, whos grinded her hips against me. "tell me what you want." she repeated, her hand inching up my shirt before roughly gripping one of my breasts.

i let out a surprised yelp. "rhea... i... i want you... please..." i begged, my voice was hoarse and whiny, i wasn't proud of it but at this point i couldn't care less.

"im pissed, y/n." she growled. "i wanted you to help me, and instead you gave me back talk then completely ignored me. do you really expect me to touch you?" she said, her voice was mocking, i could practically hear her smirk.

i should be mad, but i couldn't help the wet spot that formed on my underwear.

rhea let out a groan of frustration, sitting on the bed. she was manspreading as she glared at me, leaning back on her arms.

"so do it yourself."

my breath hitched at her words. "rhea... please i can't-"

"do it. you really wanna keep pissing me off?" she threatened.

i let out a small sigh, my eyes glazed over. she pulled me down on her leg, looking up at me.

i bit my lip, looking at her. her words repeated in my head

do you really wanna keep pissing me off?

my cooter wooter ached at her words. i moved my hips, moving them back and forth on her thigh.

i bit my lip and let out a soft moan.

she sat there watching me, clearly amused by the predicament she put me in.

I held onto her shoulders, rutting my hips on her thigh, the feeling of her denim jeans drove me crazy. god, and that look in her eye. it made me feel so powerless.

i felt that familiar knot in my stomach, i hid my face in the nook of her neck. i rocked my hips, they began to ache as i tried to chase my high.

"rhea... please... im so close... im gonna-" i was suddenly knocked off balance by rhea bouncing her leg, my orgasm fading away from me.

"i don't think you deserve it." rhea said, glaring at me.

i looked up at her, my lip trembling. "rhea please... i'll do anything!" i cried into her chest.

rhea sighed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and lighting it, she took a drag and blew it in my face, her black lipstick staining the paper casing.

"go get it." she said, before taking another drag, the tip of the cigarette lighting a bright red as she did.

i felt relief at those words, was she gonna finally give me what i wanted?

i got up from her lap, my legs shaky from my previous denial, my core still aching from the loss. i opened the closet, and picked up a box. i opened it, pulling out a large, black, 7inch strap-on.

i practically drooled at the thought of rhea ruining me with it.

i walked back over to her, she snatched it out of my hand, before pulling down her jeans, she put it on and looked at me.

she grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down between her legs. she pushed it against my lips, practically growling at me.

"suck it."

i cant finish this just take this i dont know if it's good or not so erm!

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x you #wwe rhea ripley #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley fanfiction #bro its not even done #its so bad #wtf

755 notes · View notes

genacity · 1 year

Text

⌗ nsfw scaramouche wankin 2 u ft kinda long drabble

hey y’all LMAO

ignore how i been inactive, trying to enjoy the christmas break w family before i go back for second semester so sorry to the sillies who been waiting on me . . .

anyways i been thinking abt a scara / wanderer who’s been berating and swatting at you for months now — ever since you started traveling together he’s always been on your ass about everything you do!

“your defense skills are sloppy!” “you’re hopeless with your weapon!” he’d scold, whacking you upside the head with the back of his hand.

smothering you in pure dissatisfaction every single day — just to turn the corner to whimper your name to himself when you retire yourself to sleep.

snug in your teapot one night, you had finally gotten fed up with the wanderer’s pessimism. before you had the chance to blow at him, you excused yourself for the night and marched hastily up the steps of your home; accompanied by a harsh-sounding shut of a door and the subtle clatter of a lock. the wanderer stood arms crossed and brows furrowed as he huffed and retreated to his own room — not because he was angry. hell, he was far from it.

he sat slumped in his bed, hat tossed onto the floor. the only source of light being the moon flickering in from his window. the wanderer exhaled as all of his thoughts of you pooled in his brain — from mellow and sweet to frustrated and angry; to warm and sultry, making his ears go red as he huffed.

why was he like this? he didn’t know. his nimble fingers wandered — as he did — mindlessly down his body, ‘til he toyed with the band of his shorts. short puffs of air as the wanderer found himself indulging in those sultry fantasies he’d been burying himself in.

“fuck,” he gasped. left hand working its way beyond his pants as he worked his cock sheepishly beneath the stubborn fabric. soft whimpers formed raspy from his lips as the wanderer teased the head of his dick with his thumb, working his slick along as lubricant. he whined to himself, chest heaving with soft pleas and apologies of his awful behavior; how he wished you would snap one day and bend him over simply to break him in half.

lips parted in a rush of feelings and saliva dribbling from his chin, he pleaded to open air — “‘m sorry for being so mean to you,” “jus’ want your attention, i swear!” “i wanna cum for you, all for you, i do — ”

and so he does. but you don’t know.

#@ genacity ☆#@ scaramouche ☆#dom reader #sub character #sub scaramouche #sub wanderer #sub kunikuzushi #hope this makes sense #have fun sillies

1K notes · View notes

tojigasm · 1 year

Text

Cat And Mouse

Authors note: another Sam fic!! I'm hoping to finish all of my requested Jake fics by this next week and have another Sam fic posted! I hope you all enjoy! <33

Warnings: 18+ nsfw, fem!reader, smut, petnames, daddy kink, swearing, reader is tied up for sexual reasons (only her hands), creampie, reader is a naughty and gets punished, public sexual stuff (just kissing and groping)

Sam, who keeps you, sat in his lap at the bar he frequents. The two of you tucked into a tight corner under amber lights, watching the room of men and women flounder amongst themselves.

You're not a regular of the small cantina, and more often than not you'd be at home working or out shopping with your friends when the opportunity arose for you to travel alongside Sam and his friends.

The short of your mini skirt rides up against the rough of Sam's jeans and your cunt is suddenly exposed to his thick thigh.

The fabric below you dampens with your heat, and Sam adjusts gently, tucking the two of you deeper into the booth.

"Daddy's not happy with you, missy." He comments, shaking his head before taking a sip of his beer. The hand that had been resting on your thigh slips around the front of your skirt to cup your heat in his palm.

You gasp before mumbling a stuffy apology.

"And I don't wanna hear it." Sam pulls his hand away from your cunt to wipe the evidence of your slick onto his jeans.

There's a teasing game of cat and mouse that rustled the two of you throughout the night as the bar floods and waiters and waitresses make their rounds to other booths.

Who could get a reaction out of the other without it being too obvious? Who could get fingered like the naughty girl they are? Who could get threatened with punishment ti'll they're flustered and stumbling over their words?

It seemed that no matter what, you would always be mouse.

Sams lips are to yours, your thigh linked over his own. One of his hands cups at your jaw, keeping you still as his other gently scissors your pussy open.

"You're in fr'a world of hurt when you get home, little girl."

There's absolutely no faux heat in his words as he threatens your punishment, laying out the details of how he plans to punish you once the two of you get home.

"I know." You speak softly, pulling at his bottom lip.

Mistake.

He pulls away, a hand solid to the soft of your neck. He gently holds you there, reminding you of the status between you two in a flashing moment.

"Don't be a smart ass," his fingers curl against your soft walls, and you moan softly.

And just as quickly as his digits were past your velvet folds, massaging your sensitive walls, they were gone, and he was wiping them off on the sides of his jeans.

"Finish your dinner." He points to your plate.

You don't argue.

—

"You're naughty. You're a naughty girl." Sam holds your chin between his fingers, knee pushed against your heat.

"I am." You peer, "i thought you liked your girls naughty." You crawl further over him, mini skirt stroking your soft thighs,

He doesn't say anything. Yet the tender and fond look that softens his features stays and its not as though he's watching you, but rather, the expression itself and its own through his cool blues.

Like it's judging your immodest tongue.

"Do you wish I was behaved? Do you wish I was a good girl?"

"Sometimes." He nods softly, thumbing his hand over your chin, holding you still. There's no spite in his tone.

You smile at the heating tease that strokes over his voice.

Sam shakes his head, holding you under his eyes. "Sometimes I think you need to get punished. Punished bad, tied up and teased ti'll your beggin' fr'me to even get near me." He turns your head from side to side gently, "Think you need to be broke."

"That's not very kind." You fall back to your hip, tilting your chin over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Life's not kind." Is all he adds before he's dragging you by your ankle to lie flat against the duvet.

It all happens so quickly that you don't feel the gentle curl of his tie around either one of your wrists while his hands dress you with themselves, painting gentle poetry over your soft skin.

Only noticing your aliment when he pulls back to rest on his haunches. His tongue rolls over his swollen lips in a sickly smirk.

"Sam–"

He tsks.

"Daddy..." you try, correcting yourself. "Daddy, can you please untie me?" Your knees knock together.

Sam ignores your pits of cry and stuffs a pillow beneath your head before wrapping his hands around your calf, massaging and needing your soft skin.

"Please," you try again, "Please, I'll be good."

He scoffs.

"Wanna touch you," you mumble.

Sams brows raise in amusement, stilfing a chuckle. His hand links around your throat and holds you – as if your escape was threatened, as if the idea had occurred to you to at least try.

He straddles your hips and leans down to lick a stripe up the colloum of your neck and onto your jaw.

You gasp beneath him, shivering some when his free hand slinks between the two of you to lightly tap your cunt.

"Who's is this?" He speaks against your lips

"'S yours, daddy." Voice low.

Sam nods and sticks a finger past your folds, the flat of his palm presses into your swollen clit.

"Tell me you want me," Sam kisses the dimple of your cheek, pulling his hand away from your clit to unbuckle his belt and pants.

You watch him, eyes falling from his own to his hand, working quickly to stroke over his thick length.

"Don't make daddy tell you again." He corrects you.

"I want you." You whisper, breath catching when his cock rests up against your folds, slipping up to run along your clit and down to tease your entrance.

"I want you so bad, Daddy, please!" You sob, voice broken and eyes watery.

There's little warning in the way the fat tip of his cock presses against you, gently sinking into your heat.

He doesn't move any further. Pumping only some of his length in your cunt.

You whine, trying to reach him futility.

Sam chuckles at your attempt, sinking all the way to hilt, and you moan when his balls press up against your sopping folds.

"Oh...!" You sob, head falling back against your pillow.

Sam plants his hands onto the headboard of the foot of the bed, pumping into you, hips rolling thickly against your own.

The achey stretch is delicious as he fills you, veiny cock massaging your gummy walls and fucking you open.

"Christ," he pants, "always forget how fuckin' tight you are."

Sam groans, dropping his weight onto you, thrusting into your cunt at a leisure pace.

"M'gonna cum," you whimper, trying to reach for him again.

Sams eyes soften, and he runs his hands along your arms to untie your wrists, letting you wrap your arms around him.

"You're not cumming until I say so."

It's cruel — the punishment paired with the way his cock stretches you so good it's a miracle you haven't already cum.

You sob, dipping your head into the crook of his neck as he grunts from above you, heat spilling into you.

His hips jolt into you as he cums, hands squeezing the plush of your waist.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck m'still cumming," he groans into the soft of your neck, pushing himself to hilt before resting theere for a moment.

The two of you take in the cool of the room and shiver as he pulls himself from your heat to watch his cum dribble out of your folds and onto the sheets below you.

Sam scoops his cum back into you before kissing your clit.

"I didn't get to cum," you whine, still restless from your lack of release.

Sam falls back on his hip, trailing his fingers over your hips.

"Did you think you were going to?"

You're foolish to think you would. Foolish to think cat would take mercy on the mouse and let it free. And you'd always be mouse.

#sam worthington #dilf sam worthington #avatar #sam worthington x reader #sam worthington smut #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut

566 notes · View notes

christinarowie332 · 7 months

Text

i am his .

matt sturniolo x reader

pt 3 of “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that” and “i win” .

warnings - suggestive ? no droogs (boring ik)

y/n and reader realise maybe it ain’t just tension.

—————-

“matt your not even looking”

i say turning my head to look at him giggling , as i’m sat on his lap sideways at his desk .

“i am looking” he whispers lowly , still not looking away from me .

“oh i know your looking , your just not looking at this!!!” i say tapping the paper infront of us .

it’s been around two or three weeks since i hung out with them all and smoked together for the first time . since then i have barley left their apartment . nick and i have gotten so close , chris too .

turns out me and nick had more in common then i initially thought . we both loved melanie martinez , him ,her new stuff and me her old bangers . we also bonded over more personal things and silly things but it’s fair to say we are now attached at the hip . sleepovers . meeting my girl friends . added to group chats and staying up all night talking absolute nonsense and getting deep out of no where.

chris’s issues with him and his girlfriend were worse then we thought . his ramblings from the other night followed into the morning and ended up with us all realising she maybe isn’t the nicest girl . they broke up. this is one of the things that brought us closer . late night seshes talking and listening to music . walks when everyone else falls asleep . him annoying me for half the day .he’s turned into my little brother and i love tm the kid .

matt .

although there are no labels . i am his . not in a toxic way . i am just trilly enamoured with everything this man does . waking up to him smiling down at me . late night drives ending with not so pg moments . his light touches , speaking more then words . the only other language i would ever want to understand . his smile when he sees me and his brothers getting along well . and it’s the same for me . everytime i see his cold mask and attitude drop , everytime i catch him smiling while his brothers talk , everytime a song plays that he likes , watching his shoulders relax and the corner of his mouth twitch , it seems i can physically feel my heart swelling .

so here we are now , in his bedroom after hanging out all day , trying to get him to learn cursive . a silly thing i realised this man could not grasp for the life of him .

“MATT ITS NOT THAT HARD YOU JUST LINK THE LETTERS TOGETHER!!” i jokingly shout through chuckles . grabbing his hand from my thigh and putting the pen in his hand.

“ugh i dont get it !!! it looks stupid bro” he whines out putting his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his free arm around my torso .

“here” i say wrapping my hand around his and moving the pen for him .

Love.

i write it subconsciously and i feel him take his head off my shoulder . i turn my head at the loss of heat to find him staring at me with relaxed and warm features , his eye brows curled upwards and a smile lazily plastered on his face .

“what?” i say tilting my head slightly and shifting my body towards him .

he doesn’t respond and just placed a hand on the side of my face . moving his thumb up and down my cheek looking between my eyes and my lips before leaning in .

we kiss constantly. not being able to stay away from each other . each kiss saying a different thing . “you look good” , “i like your makeup today” “i missed you” “that was really cute” “i need you” . never has it ever said this . the kiss screamed many things . the loudest being “i think im in love with you”

he pulls away first . we both stay silent as turn on his lap and put both my legs over his , sitting face to face . his hands trail down my back to my ass , pushing me forward so our chests are all most touching . i move his hair from his face , admiring the boy in front of me .

i arch my back slightly as i lean in to kiss him again . hands in his hair and on the back of his neck . his hands are on the underside of my thighs lifting up and down at the movement of our make out . his cold fingers getting warmed by my body every time i move downwards on his lap .

he moved his mouth down to my ear , my neck , my collarbones. anything he can reach from this angle . leaving bruises and pink marks in his wake . making my head throw back at the sensation and stealing soft noises from me .

my hand trails underneath his shirt. fingers running down his chest , rising and falling with his deep breaths . he takes his top off with my help before lifting me and not breaking the kiss as he carries me to his bed . holding me up with both arms under my thighs before dropping me down on his bed and kissing down my chest. before making his way back up to my lips and placing a slow peck on them .

“ i want you all the time . i want to be yours and only yours y/n please” he whispers ,leaning on top of me , holding himself up by outstretched arms

“you have me matt .”

he has me.

_______________

i hate this sm . i’ll give em a spliff ext time i swear guys i just need a spliff myself first !!!

taglst 🤍

@mangosrar @sturnphilia @urmyslxt @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @sssturniolofart @deatthmatch @martyniukpl @parkerssecrets @lividnity @littlebookworm803 @daddyslilchickenfingers

love u all :) -millz / milkie 🤍

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #milkietalks #milkie is down bad #matt sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x reader

297 notes · View notes

toppersbitch · 1 year

Text

Good Boy // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: you treat Joe after his long practice, taking control of him

Word Count: 900

Warnings: dom! Reader x sub! Joe, riding, overstimulation, cockwarming, reader praises joe, unedited work

-----------------------------

Joe returns home from practice, his first for the spring. He was an athletic weapon, rarely ever ached or pained, and when he did it wasn’t ever anything a nice day in couldn't fix. And that’s just what he needed today.

He sat on the couch awaiting your arrival for the movie. You brought a bowl of popcorn and a pack of M&M's. You plopped down on the couch, resting against Joe’s body. His hand grabbed yours, resting them on your lap. Throughout the movie his hands would wander, making you wait in anticipation, his hands never neared your heat. He knew his effect, but you knew yours more.

His hand found its way to your thigh, squeezing and kneading it. His hand moved further, your breath hitched, waiting for his next move. He didn’t move, you decided to take things into your own hands.

You sighed loudly, watching out of the corner of your vision. He smirked, his hand thumb pressed against your clit through the fabric of your pants. You pretended to be flustered, grabbing his wrist and bucking your hips. You moved to straddle him, your quick movements taken Joe by surprise. His hand held onto your waist, the other squeezing your ass.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered in his ear, moving to kiss his jawline. Your sucked, knowing you’d leave a mark that all the guys would tease him for tomorrow, “you poor boy.”

You patronized him, pull your shirt over your head, his eyes watched you intently. You lifted his shirt off.

“You must be so sore,” you kissed his chest, his hands stayed squeezing your ass. Lifting your head you kissed his lips again, moving your hips in the slightest manner. He was already hard, you felt it between your legs, “Are you too sore to move baby?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, his eyes looking at yours eagerly.

You stood, removing both of your pants and underwear. He sat in front of you waiting, you walked towards him, climbing to straddle him again. He looked down to your heat, it was so close to meeting his cock. You smirked knowing you had to tease him.

You lowered yourself, just touching the tip and again.

“Please?” He asked, his voice was whiny. Like music to your ears.

“Please what?” You said, your hands clasping around the back of his neck.

“Please let me fuck you?” You obliged, lowering yourself, he groaned. You slid up and down, his head throwing itself back against the headrest. You took the chance, once again placing your lips to his neck, leaving another purple and red mark. The thought of Joe being picked on in the locker room made you hot.

You sped up your pace, Joe's hand gripping for supper rather than to feel. You took one of his hands and placed it to your breast, helping him knead it. You moaned out his name, his eyes opening to watch you.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, he was close.

“What baby?” You wanted him to ask, “what do you need?”

“Please can I cum?” His words were whiney, in need of release. You didn’t answer, watching him writhe to hold in his cum, “please?”

He was so whiny, a whimpering mess beneath your body. His hands gripped your skin tight as he tried to hold back.

“Cum for me,” you said, you pushed your hips down farther, letting his dick reach deep inside you. You felt as he tended inside you, cumming. His whines turned to heavy breathes, hands loosening their grip.

“Fuck,” he said, his heavy breathes hitting your neck. He moved his hand, holding your neck and pulling you into his body.

“I didn’t cum yet Joe,” you said, taunting him. Your voice teased him, his dick still so sensitive inside you. You moved your hips once, he let out a whimper. You moved again slowly, his body seemed to shake from the stimulation.

“I can’t,” he begged for you to stop, his hands pressing themselves to your thighs in desperation for you to hold still.

“Please Joe for me?” You batted your eyes down at him. He closed his eyes, nodding, you lifted yourself and down again. You did it again, and again, your hand moving down to rub your clit. Joe was whimpering beneath you, begging you to hurry. His hand held your arm tight, his touches were sure to leave bruises today.

You moved in all directions, rubbing quick circles. You felt your stomach tighten, your pussy tensing. Joe moaned loudly, his hips bucking widely. You let go, moaning out his name, you felt him cum again. His moaning slowed again, you fell against him.

“Good boy,” you said, playing with the hair at the back of his head. You stayed on his dick, the two of your bodies tensing and relaxing. You could feel him breathing against your neck, his hands fell beside his body, limp from exertion.

You stayed sitting on his dick, not moving. You both came down from your climaxes, the only sound being your heavy breaths, someone’s accompanied by an accidental whimper. Joe slowly becomes soft inside you. You pulled yourself off, letting your hand drag across his chest as you sat beside him.

“I like when you take control,” he turned his head to smirk at you. He grabbed your hand, holding it, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

-----------------------------

Ugh this was IT! I decided to combine the two requests. I hope that the swarm of people requesting the two enjoy this!

Find my other stuff HERE

674 notes · View notes

taehyungsgrowl · 1 year

Text

roses - ksj x reader

valentine's day w jin

pairing: kim seokjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

rating: 18+ // minors dni

word count: 2k

warnings: seokjin is a tease, hickies, oral (fem. receiving), p in v penetration, cream pie, slight choking, overall valentines day fluff, mostly pwp

A/N: hello! i was originally going to try and post a tae x reader fic i've been working on but its february and i think a lot of us associate jin w roses and i associate roses w valentines day and so... here we are! a short and cute little drabble! hope you enjoy! sending you all lots of love!

before the soft morning sun had the chance to wake you, soft fingers gently trailed up your shirt, raising goosebumps along your skin. his plush lips leaving chaste little kisses on your exposed shoulder until your eyes fluttered open.

"good morning, honey," you knew he hadn't been awake long due to the low rasp of his voice.

"mhmm," you pouted at him, "'it's too early," you whined, cuddling up closer to him to feel the warmth radiating from his body as you laid your head on his chest, your eyes shutting as you inhale his scent.

feeling his chest shake with his low chuckle immediately sent butterflies to your stomach - you don't know how you lucked out getting to spend the rest of your life with seokjin. he was full of light and love to give - how could he not have swept you off your feet?

"just wanted to wish you a happy valentine's day, baby." he pulled your waist closer to him to press a kiss on top of your head.

"oh my god," your eyes opened wide realizing it was february 14th. "baby," you sat up and finally looked around the room. the playful scold you had for seokjin for beating you to say it first was caught in your throat as you took in your bedroom.

roses.

roses - everywhere.

the soft glow of the sunrise coming in through the window made the white roses look ivory and the red roses even more crimson.

dozens and dozens of roses in clear glass vases filled your room. all over the floor, and more vases filled with them on the nightstand tables by your bed. it looked like a literal flower shop.

"wh-" you weren't even sure what to ask or what to say. when did he have time to do this?

"jin..." he laughed at your speechless expression, "that’s more roses than i’ve seen in my life." you laughed, adjusting yourself on the bed to pull him in for a kiss. your small hands cupping either side his face to kiss him. you felt him smiling against your kiss, his own hand finding a home firmly placed on your lower back.

"when did you even have time to do this?" you mumble in between kisses.

"you're a heavier sleeper than you think you are," he bit down on your lower lip playfully.

"well," you rolled your eyes, "i love it!" you lightly pushed on his chest until he was laying back on his back, head propped up by his pillows.

"i hope you like your present as much as i loved mine," you swung one of your legs over his waist to straddle him.

"who said i'm done giving you my present?" the corner of his lips twitched as he fought a smile. "got a lot more in store for you, honey." the hand that rested on your back moved lower to lightly smack your ass.

"jin..." you whined, but really loving just how much of a romantic your husband was. even after years of being together, he still made you feel special every day - valentines day or not.

before you had the chance to bend down and kiss him, he grabbed your thighs and flipped you both around until you were flat on your back, his broad body hovering above you.

he noticed the little crease between your brows as you frowned at him but quickly kissed it away, making you giggle as he continued to pepper your face with kisses.

"love you so much," he mumbled against your face.

jin took your chin between his thumb and index finger to tilt your head up enough to kiss you deeply. you felt the plush of his tongue swiping along your lip, pleading for you to part them. you sighed into the kiss, letting his tongue lead your kiss.

too distracted by his pillowy lips against yours, you didn't feel him shift until he could reach one of the nearby roses on the nightstand.

you looked up at him in awe as he pulled away. messy black hair in disarray from sleeping, pink swollen lips, lust filled eyes blown wide. it amazed you how little he had to try to look so breathtaking.

jin brought the rose up to your nose for you smell it before he slowly dragged it down your neck. the soft petals tickled your skin as he dragged it softly along your cleavage. his eyes shifted from yours to wherever the rose drew patterns along your body.

he noticed your hands wander down to the hem of your silk nightgown, in an attempt to take it off. his free hand caught your wrist, stopping you.

"keep it on. you look so pretty in silk," he leaned down again and placed a sweet kiss along your collarbone before sinking his teeth into your skin.

he felt his cock twitch in his pants as he heard you whine for his love bite.

he continued to drag the rose down your body. you sighed, feeling the petals run across your thighs. jin slowly pushed your night gown up, bunching it around your hips to reveal your panties.

the dark, wet spot forming at the center of your pink panties gave you away. you squirmed on the bed, wanting - needing jin to touch you.

"please?" you batted your lashes at him, giving him the sweetest look.

jin's deep and sleepy laugh rumbled in the little space between you two. he wanted to give you everything you wanted - wanted to give in to your each and every demand as soon as it fell from your lips - but there was something so intoxicating about having you beg for him that always made him drag it out.

his free hand reached down between your legs, taking the waistband of your panties between his fingers and pulling it - only to make it snap back against your skin.

"i got you, baby," he continued to toy with you - dragging his large hand to grip your hip and trailing it down until he reached your thigh to make you spread them further for him. touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to.

"jin..." you sighed, your hips slightly raising off the bed in a poor attempt of getting any friction.

there could not be a more ideal way of waking up. you thanked your lucky stars for every day you got to wake up besides the love of your life.

jin continued to use the rose to tease you. the light petals raised goosebumps along your inner thighs as he dragged it up to your core. feather light strokes against your panties weren't enough. you needed his fingers. his tongue. his cock. you needed more.

yet still, the soft brush of the rose against your clothed pussy made you gasp. immediately, his eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"hey," he paused to press a quick kiss to your parted lips, "i love you."

"i love you more," your eyes met his and you could swear you saw your entire world in them.

jin's cock strained in his pajama pants - he was just as needy as you were. he finally dropped the rose, letting it fall against the stark white bedding.

he settled in between your legs, holding them apart with his hands. you felt his warmth breath hit against your dampened panties, making you shiver.

"baby," you hummed.

soon enough, his warm, wet tongue was laid flat against your panties, sloppily kissing your clad cunt.

“mhmm,” he sighed into your pussy. the sight of seokjin’s bare shoulders nestled between your thighs, his dark hair falling on to his face, tip of his nose bumping against your covered clit was almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

“always so sweet,” he peeled your panties down in one swift motion, “so sweet for me.”

once again, his tongue was on your pussy, licking up the arousal that had pooled in your core. his pouty lips kissed and sucked at your most sensitive parts, making you melt on his tongue. he kept his hands on your thighs, keeping your spread open for him - even as your legs threatened to close around him.

your hands found his hair and fingers were tangled in his dark locks. you gripped his hair for support, your back arching off the bed. it felt as if the harder your tugged the more feverishly jin sucked on your clit.

"oh god," you moaned out his name, your heartbeat racing faster and faster against your chest. the room was filled with obscene wet sounds as he devoured and worshipped you.

as you reached your climax, jin lapped up your cum, licking you clean. soft and gentle kisses were placed on your pussy as you spasmed beneath him.

"oh my god," you repeated again, completely out of breath.

you reached down and tugged him up towards you, ardently kissing him, tasting yourself off his tongue.

jin's cock was throbbing to the point that he couldn't wait any longer to sink himself into your wet walls. he reached his own waistband and clumsily hurried to pull himself free from the tight constraints of his underwear.

"fuck, baby," he hissed, dragging his tip along your wet slit, slowly pumping himself in his fist.

you took in a sharp breath as he stretched you open. jin grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around him to bring himself closer to him. your feet dug into his lower back as you moaned out his name.

you couldn't help but have your eyes roll back feeling him go deeper and deeper.

“fuck,” he cursed under his breath as you took his length. he stayed there for a second, feeling the way your walls pulsed around his length. jin started to move his hips, his cock easily sliding in and partially out of your pussy.

"open your eyes for me," he asked, his voice hoarse as he held back another moan.

you opened your eyes to meet the depths of his dark eyes. jin felt himself throb inside of you just from that look in your eyes. you searched for his hand and brought it up to you neck, nodding slightly, granting him permission.

“god,” he choked out, wrapping his hand around your neck. A loud moan left your pretty lips traveling like music to his ears. jin tapped his thumb on your lips, letting you take it in your mouth as he applied pressure to your neck.

you swiped your tongue over the pad of his finger and he felt himself about to burst. “so close, baby,” he rutted his hips into yours. you moved in perfect synchronization, becoming one.

you both came hard as your sweaty bodies pressed together, lost in a sea of blankets and kisses.

jin let his body collapse on yours, letting the comfort of his body weight lay on yours, his head resting perfectly on your chest. you softly traced little patterns against his bare back as your breathing slowed.

"still mad i woke you up so early?" he teased tickling your side to make you squirm underneath him.

"i wasn't mad!" you squealed, wiggling under him.

"good," he kissed your neck - neither one of you having any plans to get out of bed anytime soon. just simply existing in each others arms.

"happy valentine's day," he whispered against your skin.

---

ah! i didn't think i was gonna finish this before the 14th, but i'm glad i did! tysm for reading! lmk what you think!

tagging: @desertsunflower00 @gimmethatagustd @wonhosmistress

517 notes · View notes

givemequeen · 11 months

Text

First Time; Paul McCartney fanfic

request; hI it’s the one that wants the fluffy virgin Paul smut lmaoo forgot to say it’s like teddy boy Paul ‼️ Could you please please please do a Paul and virgin reader fic? a/n; hi pairing; Paul x reader summary; first time w/ teddy boy paulwarnings; mentions of abuse year; late 50s/early 60s word count; 2838

"I got the new Elvis album, is it alright?" asked Paul over his shoulder.

You nodded and quickly realised he couldn't see you. "Yes," you said, clearing your throat.

Your eyes roamed the room, it was small with just his bed, desk, a bookshelf and a guitar on the corner. The bookshelf had a couple of records, you could spot some of your favourite albums.

Paul carefully pulled the vinyl out of its sleeve and placed it on the turntable. He leaned over and placed the needle on the record with extreme concentration and delicacy. After a few crackles, Elvis' smooth voice filled the small room.

"You alright?" Paul asked as he sat down next to you. The side of his thigh touch yours, and you felt a tickling sensation in your heart.

"Yes Paulie, thank you." you said, not meeting his eyes.

He cupped your face, slowly moving you to face him. He scanned your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek. You swallowed, eyes moving between his. Paul slowly leaned towards you, your lips met and you sighed, moving your lips against his.

His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him. You moved, your leg swinging over his. You slid against his body and gasped when you felt his boner against yourself.

You felt him smile against the kiss and smiled back. His hands went to your hips, guiding them forwards and backwards against him. You quietly moaned into the kiss and tugged on the hairs at the back of his head.

“Paul...” you moaned, pulling back and moving your hips faster, the friction making you groan.

He kissed your exposed neck, you titled your head sideways to give him more room. One of his hands went to your breasts, he squeezed them once and moved his hand under your shirt. You allowed him to cup your bare breast over your bra and moved faster. Paul reached behind you, one hand on your ass, and tugged on the bottom of your shirt.

“Can this come off?” he asked, pulling away from your neck to look up at you. You looked into his eyes and nodded. He briefly kissed you and pulled himself away from you. You lifted your arms above your head and helped Paul as he took your top off.

His eyes went to your breasts, he kissed the top of a breast and squeezed the other. You sighed, melting against him, your hands tugging on his hair, pulling him closer to your breasts.

Pauls hands slid back to your waist, he squeezed it and once more guided you forwards and backwards, pleasuring both you and himself.

“Paulie.” your murmured, Paul continued sucking on the skin not covered by the bra. “Paulie.” you repeated.

He pulled away and looked up to you, his hair a mess.

“Yes, love?” he said, his hands still guiding you.

“Only fair if yours comes off too.” you said, a grin on your face, tugging on his shirt.

“Cheeky.” he chuckled, letting you take his top off.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. Your hands went up and down his chest, your eyes taking all of him in. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his collarbone, then on his chest and then lower on his stomach. You glanced down at his happy trail, grinned, and looked up to meet his eyes.

“Hi.” he smirked.

“Hi.” you stepped off his lap and knelt on the ground in front of him. You fumbled with his belt while staring up at him.

“Hi.” he said again, lifting his hips so you could slide his pants down. Once they were around his ankles, you could see his boner through his boxers. You placed your hand on top of him, gasping at how hard it was.

“Fuck.” he said, moaning your name. He closed his eyes, his mouth gaping. “Please...”

You pulled the boxers down and let his cock spring out. Your eyes went wide as you wrapped your hands around it. Slowly, you pumped it up and down. You went on your knees, pulled your hair to the side, and kissed his stomach. You placed a kiss near, but not quite, the base of his cock.

His hand went to your hair, gathering it with his hand to form a ponytail. You looked up as your kisses neared his cock, your hand still around him, pumping it slowly.

You pulled away and stared at the pink tip. There was some pre-cum leaking from his rock hard cock. You licked your lip and stared up at him as you kissed the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head and slowly took as much as you could into your mouth.

“Fuck...” Paul moaned, pushing your head further down.

You shut your eyes and breathed through your nose. Gagging, you pulled away and wiped the tears that had formed in your eyes.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked, his other hand flying to your cheek. He sat up as you coughed.

“Yes, I’m good. Lay back down.” you said. When he didn’t, you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

You took his cock into your mouth again and began bobbing your head up and down, letting the head hit the back of your throat every now and again. You looked up and saw Paul looking back down at you, his mouth slightly open. He gulped and nodded, placing his hand back on your head and pushing you down slightly.

You took more of him into your mouth and let your tongue slide up and down the side of his cock. Your left hand went to his thigh, gripping it when his cock when too far, while your right went to the base of his cock, pumping him as you sucked his dick.

“I’m close.” he groaned, “Faster, please.” he pleaded, staring back down at you. He collected your hair and urged you to go faster. You complied, moving your hand and head faster.

You felt his dick slightly twitch inside your mouth, his breathing became faster and faster until you felt cum hit the back of your throat. His hips jolted forward, making his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued sucking but slowed down.

Once he finished, you stopped moving your head. He stroked your hair and you pulled away from his cock. You looked into his eyes and swallowed, his eyebrow shot up and a grin formed in his face.

You smiled and picked up the glass of water on his bedside table. Paul sat up, pulling his boxers back on, and you sat down next to him, gulping. He hugged you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” he laughed.

You smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Love, can you open the drawer for me?” he said, you turned to look at him, suspicious of his tone. He smiled, something danced behind his eyes. “Please?” he turned his head to the side.

You narrowed your eyes and cautiously open the draw on his beside table. There, you found a packet of condoms. You eyebrows shot up and you gasped. You plucked one up and turned to face him.

“I got them yesterday.” he said sheepishly.

“Oh.” you said, your eyes glued on the condom.

You had talked about it with him and knew you wanted to do it sometime soon. The fact he had gone ahead and bought them excited you. You flipped the little square around and felt a grin tug at your lips.

Paul placed his hand on your lower back, it felt warm against your bare skin. His other hand went to your thigh, he squeezed and looked up at you.

“Do you want to?” he said softly. “We don’t have to, just in case.” he placed a kiss on your cheek, you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled.

“I...” you looked up at him, his eyes wide in anticipation. “I do want to, do you?”

A grin lit his whole face up. “Yes!” he exclaimed. “Yes, of course.” he cleared his throat and smiled. “If you want to, that is.”

“I do.”

He nodded and you awkwardly stared at each other, the condom in your hand.

“So...” you said after a long silent moment of just staring at each other.

Grinning, he leaned in and kissed you by surprise. His hands went to the back of your bra, his fingers on the clasp of it. “This alright?” he asked, fumbling with the bra and moving to kiss your collarbone.

“Mmhm.” you nodded, missing his wet kisses on your collarbone.

He single-handedly unclasped your bra. You giggled and let him push you back so you laid flat against his bed. He climbed on top of you, his hands on either side of your head, and slightly rested his body weight on you.

He continued kissing you, your hands went to his hair and his back. You felt his boner through his boxers pressing against you, right were you wanted him the most. Your skirt had rolled up to your waist, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you.

Paul swore against your lips and rolled his hips. You gasped, and nudged him with the heel of your foot, urging him to continue. You moved your own hips against his, enjoying how he moaned against your lips.

His hand travelled from the side of your head downwards, he squeezed your hip and moved his weight to the side of the bed. He rolled your skirt all the way up, revealing your underwear. He glanced up at you, looking into your eyes through his eyelashes.

You gasped, sucking a breath in, as he lifted the band of your underwear and slipped his hand in. You pressed your lips shut and he slowly slid down to where you needed him the most. His hand finally reached you and you let out the breath, squeezing his shoulder.

“Is it okay?” he asked as he slipped a finger in. You nodded, biting your lower lip. “I want to hear you say it, love.”

“Yes.” you said. “It’s more than okay.” you added.

Paul curled his finger and smiled as you lifted your hips, silently begging for more. While maintaining eye contact, he slipped another finger in. Your hand shot the one between your legs, you grabbed his wrist and gasped. Holding his hand, you rolled your hips and sighed.

“You’re so wet and tight for me.” he whispered against your ear.

You shivered, the hairs in your arm standing up. You moaned and nodded, rolling your hips again.

“Let me.” he kissed the spot behind your ear and you nodded again, relaxing against the bed.

He curled his finger, sliding them in and out. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You moaned, holding onto his hair. You pulled his hair back and kissed his exposed neck. You spread your legs further for him and moaned his name.

“That’s it, love.” he kissed your neck and quickened his pace, sliding the finger in and out over and over again. Your breathing quickened and you smiled in delight, your eyes squeezing shut.

“I want...” you moaned.

“Want what? Use your words.” he said, a cheeky grin playing on his lips.

“I want this.” You placed your hand over his erection.

He didn’t need to be told twice, he slipped his fingers out of you and reached over you to the bedside table where you had previously placed the condom. You laid on your back, smiling. He rested his weight on his heels, ripped the condom and slipped it on.

He stroked himself and climbed on top of you again. He aligned himself and looked up at you. “Ready?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You looked back at him and nodded. He pushed himself into you and you gasped. Paul stopped and waited.

“Okay, continue.” you said. “Slowly, please.” you added, gripping his shoulder.

“Of course, love. We can go as slow or fast as you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead again and moved a little further in. You sucked your breath in as he pushed further in, you moaned his name, loving how good and big he felt inside of you.

“Oh, Paul...” you softly moaned, your fingers went to his hair. You gently tugged on his hair as he slid all the way in.

“Fuck.” he moaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. He stayed still, allowing you to catch your breath. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your heel against him, urging him to bottom out. He rested his weight on top of you and you sighed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it feels good.” you said, your eyes tightly shut.

“Open your eyes, I want to look you in the eye when I cum in you.” your eyes flew open, cheeks burning up. Paul chuckled at your reaction and kissed your forehead. “Can I start moving?”

You nodded and Paul started to slowly move his hips, sliding in and out of you. You bit your lower lip, attempting to maintain eye contact with him. He pushed inside of you and you grunted.

“Let me hear those moans, love.” he whispered, his head falling on your shoulder as she slowly sped up.

Obediently, you moaned his name. “Oh fuck Paul, please, please.”

“Yes, keep going.” he moaned, moving his hips faster.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and squeezed, loving how hard he was fucking you. “Harder.” your hand slid to the back of his neck and holding it tightly.

Paul complied and fucked you harder, causing the bed to start moving. You squeezed yourself around him and arched your back, pressing your body against his.

“I felt that.” he chuckled, gently biting your shoulder.

“Fuck, Paul. It feels so good.” you moaned, pulling on the hairs at the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planing on stopping.” he turned to look at you and smiled. He held your gaze, those deep brown eyes staring deep into you. You felt a warm sensation in your heat, like somebody had cracked a warm egg on your chest. The feeling spread across your heart and down to your stomach, where pressure was building.

“Are you close?” Paul whispered, almost as if he had just read your mind.

“Yes, I think so.” you squeezed your legs. “Faster.” you begged, staring right back at him.

Paul quickened his pace and let his fingers slip between your bodies. Instinctively, they immediately found the spot where you needed them most. He drew circles with his fingers, drawing out your moans.

“Paul, please, please.” you begged.

“Please what? Use your words.” he said, whispering your name.

“Please let me cum.” you gasped. He smiled, spreading your legs further. His pace changed, slowly sliding in and out of you. He pulled his body away and looked between you.

“You look so good, taking my cock so well.” he said. “So fucking good, you do it so well, love.”

His words reached deep within you and, almost like a needle, popped the balloon of pressure that he been building up. You arched your back, moving your hips against his cock, riding him. The feeling was almost too much, your hands flew to his hair where you pulled on it. Paul pushed inside of you, his fingers quickening.

“Just like that, yes.” he encouraged, kissing your neck and cheek softly. “Good girl.”

“Paul-” you moaned, his words, fingers, and cock doing wonders. “Fuck.” you collapsed on the bed but Paul didn’t stop. His hips pushed against yours, speeding up.

“I’m gonna cum.” he said, his head dropping to your shoulder. You cried out his name, tugging his hair harder. “Yes, fuck, that’s driving me crazy, don’t stop.”

“Paulie, please.” you moaned, his cock relentlessly fucking you. “Please cum in me, I want you to cum in me.” you managed to say.

Paul looked up at you. “Look at me, this is what you do to me.” He pushed his hips against you, going as deep as he possibly could. You gasped, not knowing that was possible. Paul slammed into you three more times, each time harder.

Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, his cock still nuzzled inside of you and head against your chest. You let go of his hair and gently ran your fingers through it, your nails tracing patterns on his scalp. He hummed against you and start to move to get out of you.

“Don’t.” you stopped him. “Just a little longer.” you pleaded.

“Okay, my love, whatever you want.” he kissed you. “Did you enjoy it?” he murmured.

“Yes.” you said, letting a breath out. “A lot, we should’ve done it earlier.”

He chuckled, you felt it deep in your soul.

221 notes · View notes

chervbs · 1 year

Text

i was made for loving you — e. munson

pairings: eddie munson x jade west!reader

word count: 5k

synopsis: you’re the new kid at hawkins high-goth, intimidating;a true femme fatale incarnate. and eddie munson is undoubtedly smitten.

warnings: fem!reader, jade west is not meant to be an oc/faceclaim just inspiration for the readers personality therefore reader is kind of rude to all characters including eddie, you probably won’t understand this as well if you haven’t watched victorious, kind of love at first sight but its really just eddie being dramatic, reader is hot and she knows it, slight sexual implications (blink and you’ll miss it), mediocre writing, fluff!

a/n: jade west was one of my many bisexual awakenings and i’ve always wanted to write something with a character inspired by her. like I said in the warnings, this may not make as much sense if you haven’t seen victorious but its still readable! also pls pls pls send requests/concepts about jade west!reader because I wanna write more of her so badly! as always, feedback is treating appreciated <3

navigation

Eddie had noticed the murmurs as soon as he stepped into the school, just in time for his third period.

He was trying to be better this year, he really was, but his late night smoke session the night before had relaxed a little too much, and he’d slept right through his alarm clock. Eddie only woke up once Wayne got home at around 8, yelling at his nephew to get his ass up and to school unless he wanted to go through a fourth senior year. The threat was enough to get him out of bed, stumbling as he attempted to put his white reeboks on while simultaneously hopping into his van.

Now, strolling down the hallway to his locker, trusty black “lunch” tin in his hands, he realized he forgot to grab his denim vest from the backseat where he’d haphazardly thrown it the day before. He groaned and glanced at his watch-9:27, three minutes before he had to be in English. He could risk being a couple minutes late.

Eddie, ignoring the usual dirty looks he received from his peers by just existing, pivoted on his heels, making his way back out to the parking lot. It was then that he initially noticed the whispers as people emerged from the front doors of the school.

Now, Eddie was very much used to such things in his wake, however, these weren’t for him. As he neared the exit, he noticed all of the students that were whispering were also pointing outside. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Eddie sped up his steps, eyes squinting as he adjusting to the sunlight and looking around for the source of the gossip.

It didn’t take long to find you–you stuck out like a sore thumb.

In your hair were streaks of blue and purple jewel tones, a tight fitting black top that did wonders for your chest, a black skirt that Eddie was sure was far too short for school. Your shapely legs were encased with black fishnets and as his eyes traveled further down your figure, knee high black boots that had silver buckles running down the length of them and a platform that added a good couple of inches to your height sat on your feet.

Murmurs of gossip followed you as you weaved through the parking lot, but Eddie was frozen in his place, certain he’d just seen an angel. An angel clad in all black–a demon, maybe? Either way, he was entranced.

It wasn’t until he realized that you were heading straight towards him that he snapped out of his stupor. He had to say something–introduce himself, right? Eddie could feel his heart racing as you came closer to reaching him. What should he say? And–oh god, you were even prettier close up–

“Hi!” He didn’t even realize he blurted the word out until his ears picked up on it a few seconds too late.

Your steps never faltered as you passed him, but he did see your eyes rake over his figure, the corner of your lips lifting into a smirk. “Interesting.” You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

By then, Eddie’s mission to retrieve his vest had long since been forgotten. It wasn’t until the bell rang that the metal head realized he was stood frozen at the entrance, the other kids around him sending him weird looks. He practically floated to his next two classes, little images of you occupying his every thought.

Eddie didn’t even realize he’d left his class until he landed on the hard plastic of the cafeteria seats. The rest of the Hellfire Club was already seated, heads snapping to attention at their dungeon masters abrupt appearance. They were all quick to notice his dazed expression, Gareth taking the initiative to snap his fingers in front of his face.

“Yo, Eddie? You okay, man?”.

He did seem to return back to reality, but the dopey smile on his face stayed put. “Gentlemen,” He spoke indirectly. “I’m in love.”

The boys perked up in interest. “In love? With who?” Dustin asked, nearly pushing his lunch tray aside.

Eddie didn’t get the chance to answer before a hush fell over the hoard of students in the cafeteria. They didn’t know why until Eddie heard the tell tale sound of your boots hitting the floor, the whispers as murmurs picking back up as you passed by.

He could see the moments his friends also laid eyes on you, jaws falling slack as the girl of all of their little metal head dreams walked in. Eddie couldn’t help but smirk.

“With her.” He grinned. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you walked right up to the lunch line, the queue of teenagers parting for you like the Red Sea. Not a single person protested as you skipped in front of all of them, paying for your lunch without a care in the world.

They watched you make your way down the middle of the rows of tables, only stopping once a letterman clad arm flung itself across your shoulders.

You tensed, eyes narrowing in anger. Jason Carver gave you what you assumed he thought was a charming smirk, jerking his head in greeting. “Hi, there. You’re new, right?”

You glared at arm and then moved your gaze to his. “Hand. Off.”

Jason’s grin faltered, but he was quick to recover. “Oh, c’mon, new girl. Don’t be like that. Why don’t you come sit with me and my buddies, huh?” He spoke while bring his free hand to your other shoulder, attempting to steer you towards his table.

“I would rather slam my tongue in a car door.” You replied monotonously. “And if you don’t get your hands off me in the next two seconds, you won’t have hands.”

The jock seemed to finally realize that you were not going to be relenting anytime soon and scoffed. “Whatever. You don’t have to be such a–“

Jason cut himself off, realizing your glare on him had become deadly and you were practically white knuckling the tray of food in your hands. You tilted your head challengingly. “A what? Do you wanna finish that sentence?”

He clenched his jaw, the only thing keeping the blonde teen from cowering in front of his peers being his pride. Clearly his throat, he stepped away, hands raising in surrender and returning to his table with his tail between his legs.

You hummed in satisfaction, resuming your search for a table to sit at. Most new kids would probably find an empty table or maybe even a group of friendly enough looking kids to sit with. You, however, refused to let anyone think you were some kind of loser.

Finally your eyes landed on a table full of boys. They all wore variations of black clothing, save for the three younger looking ones who had a bit more color on them. Each had on matching white shirts with words you couldn’t read from your spot and a cartoon demon on them. You grew curious, especially after you realized the boy at the head of the table was the one you’d seen this morning.

You remember him standing at the entrance of the school, looking at you like a kid in a candy store. He was quite cute, clad in leather with an attractively disheveled look to him.

Making your decision, you changed course to the group of boys who’d all been previously looking at your until they realized you were staring back, wide eyes shifting to their food.

It’s clear they were a tad bit frightened, none of them looking up to acknowledge your presence when you stopped behind them. Rolling your eyes, you loudly cleared your throat, making them jump in their seats.

“H-hi.” The supposed leader of them spoke, looking just as flustered as his did that morning. “What, um–what can we do for you?”

“I’m gonna sit here.” You announced, glancing down at the blonde boy with curly hair in front of you. “Move over.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He squeaked, shoving at the boy next to him until they had both scooted over a seat.

The spot allowed you to sit next to the long haired boy from that morning. He kept stealing quick glances at you, the skin on his cheeks shifting from ivory to red at your burning gaze.

“Um…m-miss?” Your head snapped to the boy in front of you, curly brunette hair and slightly tan skin clad in a colorful cap and the same shirt as his friends, which you could now see read Hellfire Club.

“It’s Y/N.” You corrected.

The boy visibly gulped. “Right. Y/N. Its um-it’s great to meet you, really. And not that we mind you sitting with us–we really don’t!” He almost yelled, startling when you narrowed your eyes at him. “But, w-why…are you sitting with us?” He asked in a high voice.

You popped one of the french fries from your plate into your mouth. “You losers seem like the coolest people here.”

The oxymoron wasn’t lost on them, but they were admittedly too frightened to point it out.

“What’s hellfire club?” You asked, pointing your black painted fingernail at their shirts.

“It’s a DnD club.” The long haired boy spoke up. There was a tremble in his voice. “Dungeons and Dragons? Ever h-heard of it?”

The beginnings of your eyebrows moved closer together, the fire in your gaze making Eddie feel simultaneously afraid and a little turned on. “Do I look like a nerd to you?”

His eyes widened a bit, the depth of his brown eyes making him resembled a baby cow. “No, of course not! You look like the exact opposite of a nerd, in fact! You’re like the coolest person i’ve ever seen!”

The other boys had never seen Eddie act so flustered, yet they couldn’t blame him. Your presence alone was enough to bring a grown man to his knees, that much was evident. Eddie looked about three seconds away from passing out and they were sure he was already willing to bend to your will.

You only tilted your head curiously at the boy. There was no one at your old school that seemed to be as affected as this guy was. Even your ex boyfriend, who swore up and down that he was in love with you, never had the same twinkle in his eye as the cute metal head in front of you.

“What’s you’re name?”

If you gave credit where credit was due, the boy never broke his stare from yours. That also never happened. You were surprised at how much you enjoyed it.

He perked up, a little grin forming. “Eddie.” You raised your eyebrows. “Munson! Eddie Munson.” He added breathlessly.

The deep berry shade painted on your lips was so alluring that Eddie was practically leaning forward. The younger boys in Hellfire were half surprised he wasn’t drooling.

“I like you, Eddie Munson.” You nodded at your own words, going back to eating your lunch nonchalantly.

Oh yeah. Eddie thought. In love was an understatement.

“You’re in a band?”

Eddie jumped, startled by your voice. He’d made an offhand comment at lunch that Hellfire was held in the Drama Club room, but he hadn’t actually expected you to show up.

You weren’t even sure why you had, truthfully. Maybe it was the his big, chocolate doe eyes, or the way he looked at you like you were sent from heaven, despite the fact that not only had you only had a couple of conversations, but also that you were as far from an angel as anyone could possibly be.

And, maybe, because you had no friends.

Getting ripped from your old school where you were comfortable with your group of friends was difficult, not that you’d ever let it be known. This little group of misfit kids already looked at you like you were their savior, so you feel it’s justified to claim them as your new friends. And you weren’t too concerned about their low position in the social hierarchy of Hawkins–you had enough of a social standing to keep their heads above the water.

You were facing the wall adjacent to the door, staring at one of the many handmade posters throughout the school that read CORRODED COFFIN. There was a picture of Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Kevin, all posed with their respective instruments and smaller letters at the bottom saying to go see them Tuesdays at The Hideout.

“Uh-yeah. Me and some of the guys from Hellfire you met the other day. Jeff, Gareth and Kev.” He explained, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie couldn’t fathom why he was feeling embarrassed right now-as if your approval of his band would make or break anything.

You let your lips form a tiny smirk, looking over your shoulder at him. “Sick name.”

Eddie could feel his heart skip, heat rushing back to his cheeks. “T-thanks. Came up with it myself.” He chuckled. “We actually play at the Hideout on Tuesdays.”

He noticed your eyebrow raised expectantly. “The Hideout! It’s a bar just outside of town. The crowds not that big, but you gotta start somewhere, right?”

You hummed in agreement, strolling over to where he was setting up the table. Eddie’s breath hitched as you stopped next to him, standing so close that he could smell your vanilla perfume, almost making him lightheaded. Did you even have a clue of what you were doing to him?

Of course, you did. You’d been trying to get Eddie to take the hint that you were into him for the past week. Five whole days of lingering touches, sultry stares and being extra pleasant just to see his cheeks and the tips of his ears turn red.

You bent over the table to pluck one of the little figures from the game board, ensuring that you back was perfectly straight to feed fuel to Eddie’s fantasies.

Judging by the nearly inaudible groan that escaped him, you’d say you were successful.

“What are these?” You allow the tone of your voice to drop an octave, the sound more alluring than Eddie could handle.

His brain seems to short circuit for a second, glazed over eyes staring back at you blankly, jaw hanging open slightly. Smirking, your lift a finger, pushing up the bottom of his chin until his lips met. The action seemed to pull him back into reality, clearing his throat once he realized what he opened.

“Tho-those? Those are-um…figurines! I made them for my campaign.” He choked out, backing up a little. “Helps the players feel more immersed into the story.”

You held the little figure out for him to grab, making sure to graze your fingers against his palm as you gave it to him. A shiver visibly went down his spine.

“I gotta get going.” You inform, already making your way to the door.

Eddie chased you a few steps. “Wait! Are you sure you have to go? You can always stay and watch us play. Or we can teach you and you can join our next campaign.”

You’d never admit how much the offer warmed your heart. The boys were sweet-Eddie even sweeter. It’s like you could feel them slowly taking an ice pick to your frozen heart.

“No can do.” You tsked. “I have an audition to get to.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed under his curly fringe. “Audition? For what?”

“Spring musical.” You shrugged.

You could almost feel the surprised wafting off of Eddie. “Really?” He asked incredulously. “Didn’t really peg you for a theatre type.”

A chuckle left your lips. “Well, I’m a woman of many talents, Eddie. And you don’t know me.” You reminded him, trying not to let the assumption upset you.

The culture shock of moving from a performing arts high school in Los Angeles to a normal high school in the middle of nowhere Indiana was truly jarring. Not only were peoples differences accepted back home, but they were encouraged. It didn’t matter what you looked like or what your interests were as long as you weren’t hurting anyone.

You’d possessed a gift for the performing arts since you were a kid, so it was a no brainer for your parents to enroll you into a performing arts high school, despite it being an hour drive. Your mother just wanted was your best for you and your father wanted what was best for your families reputation.

They’d split up halfway through your sophomore year, and while your father still sent monthly checks to help pay for school fees, your mother was struggling to pay the rent for your new two bedroom house.

She’d always wanted you to be successful when you got older especially after the divorce. Having to depend on someone else just to live was fine and dandy until you were kicked to the curb, left to fend for yourself with only a couple thousand dollars to your name.

Your incident at school only gave your mother a reason to leave California, choosing instead to move to Hawkins which had both a few family members and a lower cost of living.

Eddie’s chin dropped as he grinned at the floor. “Guess you’re right about that one. We could change that?”

Both of you seemed equally surprised at the suaveness of his offer and the fact that he got through it without stuttering.

You smirked. “We could. Not tonight.”

The heavy steps of your boots echoed as you made your way out of the room, Eddie left to watch your hips sway with flushed cheeks and a racing heart.

You were becoming impatient.

Two weeks had gone by and yet Eddie still hadn’t made a move. It was a bit infuriating, to say the least. You were practically always all over him, and while it was obvious he welcomed the attention, he still hadn’t gotten passed being flustered.

You really didn’t know what else to do, never having been in this situation before.

You didn’t ask people out, people asked you. With past boyfriends, they’d ask you out within a couple of days if you showing interest. But you’d met Eddie’s friends, you’d attended both Hellfire meetings and Corroded Coffin shows, he practically melted into the floor anytime you said his name. What was holding him back?

These questions were constantly on your mind, especially during times like these, when you walked through the school hallways together, so close that your knuckles grazed his as you walked.

Eddie and you share a fifth period, as you discovered on that fateful first day. You’re nearly to the classroom when you both spot a crowd forming in the middle of the hallway, murmurs of ‘cheerleaders’ and ‘hellfire freaks’. It’s enough to send you stomping towards them.

Sure enough, once you’ve shoved your way past the crowd, you spot a trio of cheerleaders cornering Dustin and Mike against the row of lockers. There’s a singular jock standing a few feet away and it takes you a second to realize he’s holding back Lucas by his biceps.

You don’t bother to listen to what the main cheerleader is cackling about before you slide yourself in between her and the freshman.

“Hello.” You interject. Her face calls for a second and you detect a bit of fear before she sticks up her chin with feigned indifference.

“Hi!” She grins back, like she hadn’t just been terrorizing a couple of fourteen year olds. “You’re the new girl, right? I’m Victoria.”

You smirk back and introduce yourself, reveling in the way her cronies seem to tremble in your presence. Even the jock had let go of Lucas, though neither of them moved.

“What seems to be the problem here?” You asked politely. You heard Eddie snicker.

“Oh, nothing really.” She replied, waving her hand dismissively. “Just had to remind the freshman of their place. You get it, right?”

You had no doubt that the confrontation stemmed from a smart remark by Dustin, maybe even Mike. But you’d taken Eddie and his band of losers under your wing, and you were nothing if not loyal.

“Can I just say,” You ignore her question. “You’re really pretty.”

She seemed surprised, but still held a hand to her heart like it was the sweetest compliment she’d ever received. “Oh, my gosh, really? Thanks.”

It didn’t escape you that she hadn’t bothered to return the compliment, not that you needed it. “Totally. And your hair is just so nice.” You say, gesturing to her long, clearly unnatural, blonde ponytail. “It would really be a shame if something happened to it, huh?”

Her face fell. “What?”

“Yeah. Like if someone, I don’t know, took a pair of scissors and just-“ You made a cutting motion with your fingers. “Chopped it all off.”

Victoria scowled, suddenly realizing the insincerity of your kindness. “Are you threatening me?”

You tilted your head to the side, shrugging. “Do I need to be?”

The cheerleader huffed. “Look. I don’t know what your problem is-“

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re getting there.” You assure. “You’re gonna leave these boys alone. Do you understand me?“

Victoria scoffed, looking back to her friends for help. One of them had witnessed your collection of scissors after asking you for a pencil. She rapidly shook her head at her friend.

“And what’s gonna happen if I don’t?” She challenged. The roll of your eyes was almost involuntary.

“Oh, my god.” You groaned. “Did you not just hear me? Did all that bleach in your hair burn the little brain cells you had?” Your face neared hers threateningly. Her eyes widened in fear and you could hear her breathing pick up. “Leave these kids alone, or I will be forced to make good on my promise. Do you understand me?”

She hesitantly nodded. “Good. Now get out of my face.” She seemed frozen in her spot. “Now!” Your voice boomed, startling everyone in the crowd that had gathered around you. Christina sprinted away, her friends not far behind her.

You sighed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom before class.” You turn to Eddie, amusingly aware of the dazed look in his eyes as he stared at you. “I’ll meet you in there?”

You were walking away before Eddie could respond.

Eddie, along with Dustin, Lucas and Mike watched as you glided away, mouths hung open and hearts in their eyes.

“Eddie?” The metal head responded with a half-assed noise of acknowledgment. “If you don’t make a move, I will.” Dustin said.

“Not a chance, Henderson.”

Eddie didn’t think his day could get any worse.

He’d already bombed his history test, forgotten his money for lunch, had chocolate milk spilled on his shirt, and now his piece of shit van wasn’t starting.

Wayne had been telling him for days to go to the garage to get it looked at after Eddie told him it had been taking a few seconds too long to start up. His uncle had worked there before leaving to work at the plant, but they still gave the Munson’s discounts whenever they came in.

But Eddie had been swamped with homework and his new campaign for Hellfire, and it had just slipped his mind.

Unfortunately, there would be no time for another reminder as his engine pitifully sputtered before eventually shutting down.

“Shit!” Eddie cursed, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel angrily.

He would call the garage to come tow the van, but he didn’t know the number by heart. He’d stayed after school for mandatory tutoring forced upon him by the counselor, so it was well passed 6.

Wayne had probably already left for work, which left Eddie to try and think of literally anyone’s number until he found someone who could pick him up.

Eddie begrudgingly left the van, dragging his feet to the schools outside phone. He only made it about halfway when he heard the double doors open. He was surprised to see you walk out, and he made his surprise known by calling out your name.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up, eyebrows furrowing when you realized it was him. “Eddie? What are still doing here?”

“Uh,” He chuckled a little, kicking a bit of gravel. “I had to stay after for tutoring, and now my van won’t start, so…” He glanced up, clearing his throat. You were gazing at him with an unreadable look in your eyes, and it was difficult for him not to squirm. “What-um…what are you doing here so late?”

You pointed your thumb behind you, gesturing to the doors that a few other students were now exiting. “Callbacks.”

“Oh, yeah! You had auditions the other day.” He grinned, snapping his fingers in recognition.

You couldn’t help the way your lips turned up, not in a smirk, but a genuine show of bashfulness. You’d be lying if you said Eddie’s presence was beginning to have an affect on you as well. At first it was just nice to have someone so blatantly infatuated with you, but it wasn’t long before you realized just how easy it was to enjoy everything about Eddie.

He was sweet, even when you couldn’t help but snap and say something rude or defensive. Old habits die hard and your abandonment issues made some of them even harder to shake. Still, Eddie never even flinched, and in just a few weeks of knowing each other, he’d easily figured out exactly what to say to calm you down.

Eddie was also deeply misunderstood, which you connected with on a deeper level that most even knew. When you claimed the Hellfire boys as your new friends, you were none the wiser of the rumors of them being a satanic cult. It wasn’t until later that same day that you heard it for the first time and you almost laughed out loud. None of those boys had the capability to hurt even a fly, much less perform a human sacrifice.

“What was the musical again?” He asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You chuckled, “Grease.” Neither of you realized that you had both subconsciously moved closer to each other.

“Right! You make it in?” Eddie had yet to hear you sing, but he had a feeling you were most likely extremely talented. You just had that air about you-something he could recognize as a musician himself.

He was slightly surprised to see a genuine smile appear on your face. “Yeah,” You replied, your heeled left foot crossing over your right to hold your weight. “Rizzo.”

Eddie nodded but you could see the bit of confusion swimming in his eyes. Not shocking–Eddie didn’t really seem like the type to enjoy musical theater.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about.” The words came out more like a statement than a question and the two of you laughed a little. The sound that you made nearly made his knees buckle.

“Honestly, no.” Eddie grinned. The little scrunch of his nose and the flush across his cheeks sent a funny feeling floating through your tummy. “But I have no doubt you deserve the role more than anyone. And I can’t wait to watch.”

The amused expression hadn’t left your face and you lowered your chin, eyes slightly narrowed. “You would willingly go watch a school musical?”

Eddie shrugged nonchalantly. “If you’re in it? ‘Course. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

In that moment, it was like a switch flipped in your brain. From the outside, Eddie couldn’t tell that there were a million thoughts swarming around in your brain. Suddenly, any morsel of patience you had left waiting for Eddie to make a move vanished.

“You said your van won’t start?” He looked a little confused at the subject change, but nodded regardless.

“Yeah, that’s what I came over here for.” Eddie told you, pointing back at the schools phone. “Was gonna call someone to come get me.”

You silently weighed your options, before making a decision.

“I could give you a ride.” You said, eyes peering at Eddie with thinly veiled mischief.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised and he smiled in surprise. “Really? Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” He hoped he didn’t look as nervous to be in a small, enclosed space alone with you, even for just the few minutes it would take to get to the trailer park.

He followed you to your car, hesitating a bit to climb into the passenger seat. The first couple minutes of the ride were silent, but not uncomfortable, until he spoke up. “I can get you some gas money. Just need to do a few more sales.”

You frowned and shook your head, waving a dismissive hand at him. “You don’t need to do that. I offered to give you a ride, I don’t need gas money.”

Eddie opened his mouth to respond when you suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. “What are you doing?”

“Speaking of gas.” You say, calm as ever. “Looks like we’re out.”

Eddie looked a little panicked and instinctively glanced at the dashboard. His eyebrows furrowed. “The gauge says you have a full tank.”

“Yeah, try not to talk.”

He didn’t have time to even be confused before he felt your hand grasp his chin, pulling his face towards you and pressing your lips to his. A moan of surprise came from the back of his throat, but his lips were quick to move against yours.

Eddie reluctantly pried himself away, breathing heavily. “I-I’m sorry. Not that I’m like, complaining-because I’m not at all, trust me-but wha-what is happening right now?”

Your thumb softly stroked against where it rested on his cheek. “I’m kissing you, Eddie.”

The metal head nodded rapidly in agreement. “Yeah, yeah, no, I get that.” His hand raised to wind around your wrist. “I’m just-uh…” His chest still raised and fell, lips swollen and tinted with your burgundy lipstick. “Just a little confused, I guess.”

You pressed another searing kiss to his lips before you answered. “I like you Eddie. And know you like me too. I was just tired of waiting for you to make a move.”

Eddie was the one to initiate the next kiss, scooting as close as possible to the center console to lean into you.

You let him pul away briefly, “I’m really sorry about that-“ Kiss. He whimpered. “-I gotta say, though-“ Kiss. “-I’m kinda glad-“ Kiss. “You had to make the first move.”

A content hum left your throat. “Me too.”

general taglist: @teenwolfbitches28 | @thethreeheadeddragon | @Cerbythepuppy

stranger things taglist: @m-rae23 | @mulletmcghee | @wh0reforbucknasty | @tatestripedsweater | @steveslittlefreak

strike throughs means tumblr won't let me tag you :(

add yourself to my taglist!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #jade west!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #stranger things

561 notes · View notes