#let e tell ya though

[inkyray]

a/n: send more requests i love doing them for yall

3k words

warnings/content ahead: bsf!chris x virgin!reader, smut, oral fem!receiving (eating out yess), suggestive, p in v, fingering, pet names (princess), Fritos, missionary, and more come find out

BANG

Your roommate had just left to see her family for the next week, which meant you had the apartment all to yourself for a full 7 days. You were ecstatic, immediately letting Chris know.

-

brobrobro

guess what rn

You type excitedly, your fingers practically shoving a hole through your phone screen. The message immediately goes to seen, and you watch bubbles pop up, indicating he was typing.

You finally came to your senses and decided to move out of that disgracefully small apartment ?

dude no

you know i can't afford that shit

im staying here until i start making the bag i deserve !!!

Right

now guess

You cut all your hair off and went bald

Please tell me you went bald

Actually no

Please tell me you didnt go bald

nah not bald 💔

I GOT THE WHOLE APARTMENT TO MYSELF;!!!! FOR A WEEK!!

Holy fuck

The caps had me go BLIND trying to read

where's the happiness and the cheer

you better start typing back in caps.

YES! 😭 YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE PLACE TO YOURSELF!!

FOR HOW LONG? A WEEK I HEAR? IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOURE AN ADULT!

THAT MUST BE WHY I'M HEARING FOLK MUSIC AND TAP DANCING OUTSIDE! 

god bless ☝️ now come over so we could politely watch a movie

hmmmm Depends

what movie is it

Ya Momma! 😂😅

sounds amazing

I'll be there in a few

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You close your phone, getting up to quickly clean the place around you.

Chris was no stranger to you, you two had known each other since the day he threw up on you in middle school. He had caught a bug and unfortunately he sat behind you. You didn't really understand how throw up could reach past a desk capacity but it had somehow made it into your hair. Disgusting, horrific week. But he made it up to you.

For him, he moved to LA for work reasons. He was famous, although he didn't like to admit it, nor did it really feel like it for him. You moved because of college, the moment you two graduated out of highschool, it was as if the universe worked hard to get you two closer. And, it worked. You guys were closer now than you were in school.

You would split the rent with your roommate, which was already an expensive bunch, considering this was LA. But Chris would constantly insist on helping you out financially, paying for most of your things when you would practically beg him not to. You had a hard time receiving stuff, but Chris had a problem with giving. You two balanced each other out in that aspect.

You hear a knock on the door, already knowing who it is. It doesn't take you long to reach it. "Why are you holding Fritos?" You ask, huffing a laugh at the weirdly large bag of chips in his hand as he enters your apartment and heads for your bedroom.

"'Cus I wanted Fritos." He answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world, flopping on your bed as you follow him to your room. You notice a few pairs of socks on the floor that you failed to pick up, doing so. "You know, I had to like, Uber here. You know how fucking crazy that is? Ubering to your place? Fucking embarassing." Chris complains, taking off his shoes and cuddling up in your bed.

"Why didn't you just ask Matt?" You wonder, folding your clothes. "Matt didn't want to. I need to get my drivers license, bro. Shit is getting ridiculous." He opens his bag of chips, and your head snaps up. "Chris." You warn as he looks you dead in the eye, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly raises a chip to his mouth. 

"Chris, I swear to God if you drop a single crumb on my bed."

"I won't." He says, before dropping the chip back in the bag.

"I'm not hungry." He folds the chip bag and places it on your nightstand beside your bed. "You get what I mean though?" He asks, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. "Like, I cant ask Matt to fucking, I dont know, drive me to a hook-up or something." He huffs, exasperated from the imaginary scenario he created.

You sit beside him, nodding like you agree, grabbing the TV remote and opening up a streaming platform for movies on your TV. "Oh fuck, imagine I like, pull up to a bad bitches house in an Uber. That's so fucking wild." This time you laugh, "Ubering to get your shit sucked is crazy." You say, scrolling through the endless options of what to watch.

"You ever done that? Ubering to a sneaky links house or something?" Chris asks you, sitting up on your bed. You take a second to answer. "Well, I have my drivers license." You don't know why that would qualify as an answer, but you say it anyway. "But you don't have a car." Chris reminds you. "Right." You confirm, looking at your TV, pretending to be really interested in finding something to watch.

"So? Have you?" He questions with a chuckle, not really sure where you were going with that. "Chris, I'm a virgin." You grin at the irony. A second passes and he realizes you were being serious, his jaw drops. "You're joking."

You shake your head, turning to look at him. "But– you're like, a whore." He says, you scoff, "I'm not a whore?"

"Yeah, you are." He shrugs.

"No, I'm not. I literally just told you I'm a virgin." You put the remote down. "That's why I'm shocked, you would tell me about a new boy every week and then forget about them." He says. You pop a shoulder. "I just never felt comfortable enough with them."

"Oh." He mutters. "So you didn't bang?" He draws out.

"So I didn't bang." You confirm.

"You're nuts, you would say the most diabolical shit about them too." He points a finger at you. "I'm most definitely not." You push his finger down. "How old are you again, 19?"

"19 and untouched." You wink, he stares at you for a moment. "What? Can't wrap your head around the fact I've never been creampied?"

You watch Chris close his eyes, wait for a moment, then open them again. "I'd like for you to wrap your head around it."

"What?"

You two burst out laughing.

-

This movie was devastatingly long and the Fritos on the bedside table were completely neglected.

You and Chris were staring at the TV, both of you pretending to be interested in what was going on. Truth was, you both were lost in your own train of thought.

Chris had resorted to an extra pillow over his lap with his mind racing in all different directions. In his defense, he was human. Once you admitted to him that you were a virgin, he could help but think of all the ways that he could strip that away from you. How easy it would be for him to just bend you over and take that purity away from you.

It wasn't the first time he'd thought of you this way, he couldn't help it. You were gorgeous, and he got lucky with the fact that you were interesting. You were probably the only girl he'd met with a soul as beautiful as her face, that's what made you so special to him.

His eyes quickly darted to yours, who were watching the movie with such intent, he saw the screen reflect in your eyes, a new scene playing. The room was dark, the only light being produced was from the illuminated TV, keeping the place a simple shade of dull blue. His sight drags down to your lips. Your full, plump lips.

Chris wonders if you've ever wrapped them around dick before, sucking just as attentively as you were watching that movie. Sliding your tongue across the tip as you slowly pushed the rest in your mouth, your eyebrows arching as you began to stroke the rest of him. Even then, you'd still be considered a virgin.

You turned to look at him, feeling his gaze on you for too long. He didn't bother looking back, holding your stare as you tried putting together what he was thinking of. "Chris?" You asked with the same lips he was just thinking of. "Hm?" He hums, his eyes lazily back on your mouth, studying every word you form. "You okay?"

He nods, you furrow your eyebrows. He was definitely lost in thought. You lower the volume of the movie and he looks back up at you. "Are you celibate?" He asks, out of nowhere. You're taken by surprise, but answer nonetheless. "Not really?"

"Not really." He repeats on his tongue, as if testing the way it would feel on there. "Okay." He says, voice as low as it could get. "You were just never comfortable?" You nod, confirming it. You watch as his eyes slowly brush over every part on your face, eventually resting on your eyes. Through the enlightenment of the TV screen, you watch his dark pupils dilate over his blue eyes. "Would you be comfortable with me?" He finally asks, voice low. You swallow.

He had multiple strands of hair fly messily in multiple directions, some over his forehead. You raise a hand to neat a messy one on his head down, using two fingers to get rid of any potential knots, soothing your hand through it as he bends his head down, letting you. "Yeah." You answer. "I would."

He lifts his head up, his grin soft but undeniable."You wanna test it out?" You felt your heart cage within itself, but as the second passed you realized you wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else. You have been waiting for this moment for a while, a really, really long and dreadful while.You stared at his fidgeting finger before looking back up at him. A simple nod does the trick, and a hand is on the side of your jaw, guiding your mouth to his. You've kissed before, he knew that, but he was still treating you like a delicate flower. His lips pressed against yours and his hand was soft against your skin. You kissed back harder, licking his lips, forcing them open, insinuating for him to let loose.

Both hands go to grab each side of your face this time, kissing you hungrily as he moves himself from beside you to in front of you. Your neck is cranned up as he sits up onto his knees. You raise your hands and slip them under his shirt, feeling his bare skin as they slide down his torso. He pulls away, immediately taking his shirt off.

You looked up at him, his gaze lingering harshly on you as he stared you down. You bit your lip as he slowly grasped the bottom hem of your T-shirt. "Arms up." He orders, and you lift them. He takes the shirt off of you, bunching it up and throwing it to the side of your room. You aren't sure what to do, you hadn't exactly worn a bra under that. You cross your arms over your chest for some sort of coverage, but Chris quickly laces his fingers around your wrist. "It's okay." He tells you, slowly dragging your arms down. "Are you okay?" He asks soft enough to send a shutter down your spine. "I'm okay." You confirm, he leans down to kiss you once more, pulling away just as soon as his lips meet yours, going to take all of you in. Your body felt hot, your chest feeling as if it was steaming the way he memorized each of your curves. He looked up at you, making direct eye contact as he began to take one tit in his mouth as the other was being caressed by his hand. You throw your head back, surprising yourself with a moan as he begins to give you open-mouthed kisses, his tongue grazing over your nipple, validating its hardness.

His mouth begins to trail back up to your collarbone, leaving desperate kisses until he's reached your neck as his empty hand trailed down the side of your hips, his thumbs curling onto the elastic of your pants, pulling them down as he bit down a hickey. You gripped onto his hair, pulling onto the section that fell above the back of his neck as he distracted your mouth with tongue-filled kisses, but you were extremely aware of the hand that had slipped into your panties, two fingers suddenly pressing against you. You whimper.

"Everything okay, princess?" He breathily asks, watching your face scrunch up as he begins to rub your cunt. "So wet for me, how long have you been dreaming of this?" He tries to catch your eyes but they're sewed shut, the soft noises coming from your mouth giving him all the answers you need. His soft and lengthy fingers suddenly pump into you, and you gasp. "Chris." You utter, feeling him pump in and out of you as his thumb grazes harshly onto your clit. You flinch. "Chris." You moan louder.

"That's right, say my name." He says as he pumps you faster, his other hand grabbing the secure of your jaw. He wanted to feel your mouth back on his, he wanted to feel your moans and whines on his mouth. The clench in your stomach reaches an all time high and your hips buckle. Your stomach loosens and you feel your loud moans muffle harder by Chris's refusal to leave your lips, you feel him smirk under the kiss as you cum all over his fingers. "Feel good?" He questions, your nodding is instant and he laughs at the quickness of your answer. Your hand follows his hair as he begins to lower himself, kissing your stomach, thighs, and then your pussy. His tongue trails down your slit, his mouth collecting what had just been your orgasm. Your thighs immediately close around him, your legs going over his shoulders and crossing at your ankles. It was safe to say you've never been eaten out. Until now. And it was heavenly.

Your hands push down on his head, feeling his nose press against you and a huff of laughter giving your pussy a breathy gust of air. "So needy." He hums, licking your folds.

Embarrassingly enough, you reached your second orgasm, pulling hard onto his hair. He looked up at you, smiling with his teeth as white liquid drooped down them and off his chin. He fixes his posture, sitting up but still between your legs.

Catching your breath, you glare at him. "Still a virgin though." He sings the last word happily, memorizing the image in front of him as his hands massaged your thighs.

"You gonna change that or what?" You finally muster up a few real words, challenging him. He raises an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Take your pants off for me? Let me feel you, Chris." You tell him, sounding awfully like a whiney, desperate order. The smirk is still playing on his lips, looking at you through his messy hair. "And to think you'd had enough."

"You promised me something, remember?" You palm his dick through his sweatpants, feeling him rock hard against your hand. Instinctively, he pushes his hips into your hand, and you squeeze his large size, whimpers sneak from his mouth. "It's obvious you hadn't had enough, though."

Chris wastes no time shoving his pants off taking it right down with his boxers. His dick springs up and you need a moment to register. Okay, woah.

"Finally fuck me?" You wonder. His grip on your hips were tight, as if he was keeping himself from suddenly ramming himself into you, keeping in mind you were trusting him with your virginity. "Finally." He confirms, the idea of fucking you in his mind since the moment he was able to form a thought like that.

He slowly enters himself in you, and your hand clasps around your mouth, trying to keep yourself from screaming at the sudden stretch. He clicks his tongue, letting out a series of curse words. "Fuck, you are so tight." You answer him by pushing yourself onto his cock as he holds you down. You clench yourself around him and he audibly moans, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. Each thrust was long, slow, and wet, you soaked up each movement desperately.

With his hand still holding onto you, he drops his head to look at the sin you two were participating in, guiding your hips in and out of him. Each pull rhythmic as he pushed himself deeper into you as you clench, trying to get used to the feeling. Your whimpers got louder as he went faster, hypnotized by the scene in front of him. He wanted to keep this memory locked in his head forever, how beautiful you looked sprawled against your bed, moaning his name as he thrusted in and out of you, taking away your virginity.

For a moment it all seemed too good to be real, and he went faster, wanting to see just how the narrative in front of him would go. The thrusts harsher and quicker, you gripped the sheets hard and your moans grew louder. "Taking me so well, princess." He hit your G-spot three times too fast, and you practically blasted him with cum. You tried warning him, but he seemed lost in his own mind. As if on cue, he pulled out the moment you came all over his dick. "Fuck." He followed that up with your name, finishing as his orgasm splattered on your stomach and chest, where he'd specifically aim it there.

He flops down on the empty spot beside you, both you guys attempting to catch your breath. A few seconds of shocked but comfortable silence pass.

He turns his head to look at you. "Good or nah? Wanna try again?"

"What, like, take my virginity again?"

"Yeah."

"How about we try a nice shot at my first ever aftercare, yeah? Then I'll consider it."

"Right, of course."

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[iadoreneteyam]

e!42 miles and his girlfriend going to his family barbecue

e!42 miles who begs his girlfriend’s to match shoes with him

e!42 miles who laughs in his girlfriend’s face when she says she wants to make a good impression on his family and says “why would I give a damn if they like you, mami?”

e!42 miles who makes sure his girlfriend has everything she needs to do her makeup as she sits down at his desk and looks into the led hello kitty mirror he bought her specifically for his house.

e!42 miles with a girlfriend who allows him to do her lipliner

e!42 miles who willingly sits in the backseat with his girlfriend when heading to the barbecue even though the passenger seat nexts to his mom is open

e!42 miles who does everything to annoy his girlfriend in the car.

e!42 miles who falls asleep on his girlfriend and drools but immediately denies that he drooled on her when they arrive at the barbecue

e!42 miles who puts his arm around his girlfriend’s waist to move her away from all his family members crowding him and his mom before leaning into his girlfriend’s ear and whispering “don’t want you to be overwhelmed, mami. my family is a bit of a handful y’know.” and kisses his girlfriend behind her ear before backing off.

e!42 miles who fights the urge to punch his cousin in the face when he hears something along the lines of “yeah, I don’t know how Miles ended up with a girl like that.” Miles heard murmurs agreeing before his cousin continued “wayyyyyy out of his league, man. he doesn’t even know what to do with that.”

e!42 miles and his girlfriend who runs to be the first in line to get barbecue when his older cousin yells that the food is ready only to be pushed aside with his cousin telling them “older men eat first.”

e!42 miles and his girlfriend who finally get their food and make and effort to sit away from his family because he “rather be with you than with them, y’know that mami.”

e!42 miles who refuses to let his girlfriend get herself another drink. “Imma get for ya so tell me what ya want, mami.”

e!42 miles who also refuses to let his girlfriend throw any of her own trash away

e!42 miles who immediately brings his girlfriend inside when she claims “it’s so hot, baby.”

e!42 miles who regrets coming inside because everyone now sees it as their chance to question him about the girl he brought

e!42 miles who is so happy to get away from all the hassling and to sit on the couch with his girlfriend

e!42 miles who smiles when he sees his girlfriend with his seven year old cousin in her lap as she helps her play uno against his mom

e!42 miles who comes over to the three of them and asks “y’all got room for one more?”

e!42 miles who groans after he loses to them twice before rushing his cousin off his girlfriend’s lap so he can pull her closer

e!42 miles who swings his girlfriend’s leg in his lap and asks her if she’s having fun

e!42 miles who silently begs his mom to go home once they hit the five hour mark to which his mom keeps waving him off saying “yeah sweetie let me just finish this conversation.” (they did not leave after that conversation)

e!42 miles and his girlfriend who don’t get to leave the party until it’s dark outside

e!42 miles who sits his girlfriend at his desk chair and grabs makeup wipes to help her take off her makeup

e!42 miles who lets his girlfriend take a shower first when they make it to his house so she can get more rest

e!42 miles who gets out the shower only to see his girlfriend still awake waiting for him

e!42 miles who gets in bed with his girlfriend, kisses her on the lips, and says “what I say about staying awake for me, mami ?”

e!42 miles who fights the pout on his face when his girlfriend tells him that her parents said she has to come home tomorrow

e!42 miles who just can’t sleep knowing his girlfriend is leaving in the morning

e!42 miles who wakes his girlfriend up and says “ya think ya parents will let me stay a couple days?”

e!42 miles who breaks out into a grin when his girlfriend tells him “ if you go get me breakfast in the morning I’ll ask, how’s that sound, baby?”

e!42 miles who kisses his girlfriend goodnight

#spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 9

part 1 | part 8 | ao3

cw: medical emergency

He ditches his car at the top of the street, runs the rest of the way because there are too many people standing around — a small crowd of onlookers clustered at the bottom of the lane, gawking in their sleep shirts and flannels like the world isn’t trying to end for a fourth time. Fifth? He can’t keep track. He can’t even think, numb to everything but the pounding of his shoes against the pavement, the sirens wailing in his ears, the steady prayer in his pulse not her not now not both—

“Mom?” he shouts, voice cracking and raw. “Mom!!”

“It’s not for her.”

There’s a hand against his chest then, heel of a palm pressed to his sternum, and he slams into it like a brick wall. The air burns in his lungs; he can’t focus his eyes. “Wh-what?” he gets out, voice shaking, throat thick. Cold terror drools down his sweaty neck like the breath of a hungry monster. He’s a little kid again, swept up in the mayhem of a crowded mall. Where’s his mom; where’s his mom?

“Your mom’s in my house.” The voice is deep and slow, the hand flexing against his shirt. Fingers splayed. Heavy rings.

“…E-Eddie?” Steve’s vision swims, going yellow and purple then tunneling down to black, deep water filling his ears. Nothing makes any sense. “Munson, what—?”

“Your mom’s in my house,” he repeats like a mantra. Like a lighthouse in the fog, voice rumbling and sure. “She’s safe. She’s fine. You’re hyperventilating; take a breath.”

His breath is still catching quick and high in his throat, little puffs of cold mist. Can you drown in cold air? Can it condense inside your chest?

Eddie grips his shoulder, snaps his fingers in Steve’s face. “Hey. Hey, Steve? Come on, man, look at me. Steve. Look at me.”

Steve meets his gaze like the tide drawn to the moon.

“Deep breath,” he demonstrates, sucking air through an invisible straw, letting his chest and belly swell. Steve copies him until his vision starts to clear, until his heartbeat starts to calm. "That's it," Eddie tells him. "Good. Yeah, there we go."

Some hysterical part in the back of his brain wants to laugh. To start and never stop, just laugh and laugh and laugh until his fucking head explodes.

When he can breathe again, he pants weakly, “What is going on?”

Eddie guides him to a picnic table on the outskirts of the crowd, and they perch on top of it with their feet planted on the bench. The air feels calmer here.

Steve takes another breath.

Eddie points to the single-wide right next to Steve’s. “The wagon’s for your neighbor,” he grimaces in sympathy, one eye squinting shut as he cocks his head at Steve. “Ernie. You know him?”

“Mm.” Ernie Gerwitz. Late 60s, a widower with liver spots and arthritis in both hands. Bad heart, worse drinking habit. Fucking hates Steve’s mom because she backed over his begonias. “Not well.”

They didn’t interact much beyond an occasional neighborly nod, although Steve did once earn the guy’s good graces by yelling at Misty while shooing her off with a rake. (‘Little bitch left me a whole damn weasel last year,’ he’d grumbled as he stooped to pick up the newspaper. ‘Can't shoot her, though, 'cause she scares away the possums.’) And now…

Steve can’t make out much from here, just the shape of a four-man stretcher being carried out the door, strobe light streaks in his vision as the EMTs load up the van.

“Is he…” Steve gulps, clasping his hands between his knees. He doesn’t want to ask this question. The words taste moldy in his mouth. “Is he dead?”

Eddie’s hand shakes a little when he drags it down his cheek. His answer comes on a wobbly sigh, an almost melodic quality to the tension in his voice. “No-o idea, man. Your, uh, your mom, ya know, she— She found him. In, um. In the yard." "Jesus." "Said he was just, like... lying there. In the grass.” Eddie stares off into the distance like he’s seeing it right now; makes a wet clucking sound as his bottom lip quivers. “Thinks it was, a- a heart thing, or something? Shit, I don’t know. She was pretty freaked out when she knocked on my door.”

Steve can't picture it. He hasn’t seen her express a single true emotion since July.

A hesitant hitch of breath, and Eddie chews on his next words, tapping a hand against his thigh. “She’s, uh... she’s… calmer now. Or. At least-”

Steve rolls his eyes, knows exactly where this is going. Eddie tries again: “I mean, she seemed like-”

“Like a fucking zombie?” Steve supplies.

“Yeah,” Eddie huffs, a nervous laugh of relief. You said it, man, not me. There’s something serious in his gaze, something curious and searching.

Something almost kind. Steve shrinks away from it like a vampire in the sun. Go on, he wants to say, ask about the fucking pills. Wants to goad him into a fight, some mean, sharp thing inside him itching to see someone else bleed.

Steve bites his tongue until he tastes metallic tang. Copper covering mildew; fresh bloom coating decay. He swallows hard, lets them both slide down his throat — blood and ghosts, life and death. The River Styx must taste like pennies.

The siren starts again, and Eddie groans and hangs his head. “Christ," he murmurs to the dirt, “Wayne’s gonna be so bummed.”

They both watch in silence as the ambulance goes by.

—

part 10

okay same deal tagging whoever commented yesterday (if your settings will let me) you’re all delightful tysm 😘 @paintsplatteredandimperfect @thefreakandthehair @slutforcoffein @manda-panda-monium @munsonfamilybandalso @aliea82 @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple @lololol-1234 @hotluncheddie @pennyplainknits @disrespectedgoatman @carolinachickadee @insideiscold @acedorerryn @anne-bennett-cosplayer @violetsteve my actual wife blessings upon your house @lighthousebeams @steves-strapcollection @sirsnacksalot @stevesbipanic @slowandsteddie @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @so-get-this-sammy @annabanannabeth @runninriot @cuips-not-cute @a-little-unsteddie @envyadams-vs-me @ppunkpuppyy if i forgot anyone i’m sorry i am very sleep deprived

#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #st fic #my writing #my fic

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Just Friends, Chapter One:

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, mutual pining, age gap (joel is 56, reader is 34), angst??, masturbation (m))

wc: 2k

joel masterlist | series masterlist

Joel feels weak when he sees you.

That’s the best word for it. Weak. A complete lack of control—of power. Logic and reason are nothing but incoherent mumbles in the background every time you’re in the same room as him, even worse when you look into his eyes and speak his name.

He hadn’t felt this sort of tug towards someone in years, and the unfamiliar sensation of needing to simply see you at least once a day in order to function properly was beginning to consume him. He didn’t know what to do to rid himself of this infatuation, avoiding you was impossible and so was getting closer thanks to that 30-something year old patrol ranger you called your boyfriend.

He watched the two of you together as though it was his job. He watched the way you seemed to keep him at an arm’s length when the two of you were out together, always sandwiching yourself between your friends rather than beside the man you were supposed to love.

He couldn’t help but wonder what the two of you were like in private.

It couldn’t be a very passionate affair, that much he knew. Real passion wasn’t so easily concealed. It was consuming, drawing you like a magnet to your partner, burrowing beneath your skin, creating an itch to be near them—to be touching them. It couldn’t be an affair of passion.

Just now, he’s sat in his usual seat in the corner of the bar, his back pressing to the padded walls of the booth, his hand holding a crystal glass filled with whiskey, his brows drawn together, his eyes locked on the back of your head as you ordered a drink, your friend next to you. Joel wants to stand up, walk over, and offer to buy your drink right in front of him just to see the look on your face.

Would you tell him to fuck off? Or would you say yes?

The laugh you let out in response to something your boyfriend whispers into your ear stops Joel from finding out.

“God, I need a drink,” Ellie sighs as she emerges from nowhere, her backpack being shrugged onto the floor as she sits down across from Joel.

“Tough day learnin’ your ABC’s?” he quips, his tone still flat from the war jealousy was waging inside of his head.

“Ha-ha,” she replies, just as dry. She knocks her knuckles on the wooden table as she watches his eyes drift back to you, now seated at a table just five or so feet away from him—too close for his comfort. Downing his drink, he shifts his eyes back to Ellie in time to catch her chuckling at him.

“What?” he asks, tilting his head at her as though he were begging her not to read him as easily as she does.

“Nothing,” she shakes her head and laughs again before reaching over the table to swig the finger of whiskey left inside Joel’s glass.

“Hey,” he calls as he catches her mid sip, stealing the glass back. “They got rules about kids drinkin’, you know that. You itchin’ for another lecture from Maria about followin’ the rules?”

“No,” she replies. “It’s a bullshit rule anyway.”

“No, it ain’t,” he sighs as your laughter fills the room again, his chest panging causing him to physically wince. “I’m ready to go home. You comin’ or you stayin’?”

“Staying,” she says, grabbing her backpack and setting it on the table. “Have homework to finish and your sad country music being blared through the house isn’t going to help keep me focused.”

“Don’t disrespect my sad country music,” he warned playfully as he stood up with a grunt, finishing the little whiskey left in his glass in one gulp. “I’ll see ya back at home by curfew.”

“About that…” Ellie looked up at Joel with a hopeful smile. “Dina invited me over to spend the night—“

“Dina can spend the night at ours,” he argued, that protective streak of his making it’s usual appearance.

“Dina and I don’t wanna watch you drink and sing along to George Jones, dude,” she replied, frowning up at him until he broke.

“Fine. But you’re back in time for breakfast tomorrow.” Ellie grinned as she nodded at him, his eyes rolling and a chuckle escaping his chest. “Spoiled.”

As Joel starts to make his exit, he stops at the bar to deliver his empty glass and pay off his bill. That’s where you find him.

“Hey,” you start, hoping to conceal your deeply hidden crush on the older man with friendliness. Joel’s head turns to you so quickly you swear you hear his neck crack, his unreadable eyes locking on yours as though you were some sort of apparition he was almost certain wasn’t actually there. “I just wanted to come over. Say hi.”

“Hi,” he replies, choked and unprepared. Clearing his throat, he tips his head towards your table. “I saw you were with your friends, otherwise I would’a came over and said somethin’.”

“You can always come over and say something,” you assure, fighting the urge to bat your eyes at him as you give him a smile. The man whose coat you’re wearing lingers in the back of your mind as you stare at the man you’ve wanted since he arrived.

“How’s the new fence treatin’ ya?” he asks, a smile creeping onto his face as he leans a shoulder onto the bar and faces you. You think back to the weekend he spent building your white picket fence last month, free of charge. The way his arms looked in a t-shirt as he sawed away at the wood still makes you dizzy.

“Well, it’s still upright so…you must’ve done a good enough job on it,” you offer with a smirk, earning the slightest of chuckles. You always wondered why everyone seemed to think he didn’t have a sense of humor, he seemed to find you funny enough. “I, uh, also came over to invite you over to my place tomorrow evening.”

You watch as Joel’s brow lifts with interest.

“Oh yeah? You throwin’ a party or somethin’?” he asks.

“My birthday,” you shrug. “Figured I’ve gone twenty years without celebrating it, might as well.”

“That’s what this place is supposed to be about,” he says. “Doin’ normal things again.”

“Exactly,” you smile, ignoring the butterflies that flutter in your stomach when he mimicks it. “So, can I count you in?”

“Long as you got somethin’ to drink.” You laugh and nod in reassurance. “Well, I’m in, then.”

“Alright, I’ll let you escape before someone else comes up and tries to talk to you,” you offer, reaching your hand over to touch his arm. Joel looks down at the contact before meeting your eyes again, something unreadable lingering in his dark irises that makes you flustered enough to pull your hand away. “I’ll see you.”

“See ya,” he replies, quiet as he taps the counter with his knuckles before turning and walking off. Your eyes couldn’t help but lower to his fist as it hung by his side, clenching and unclenching. With a subtle but deep breath, you turn around and walk back to your table—back to your boyfriend and all of his perfection that bores you beyond belief.

“Why did you go up to him?” Josie, a friend of yours, asks as you return to your spot at the table and reach for your beer to wash down the lingering desire.

“I invited him to my party,” you replied, shrugging as you gave her a confused look. “What?”

“Babe,” your boyfriend, Will, chuckles. “He’s…old.”

“And an ass,” Josie adds. You roll your eyes at them, knowing that neither of them ever had a real conversation with Joel, making their opinion of him mute. “Did he say yes?”

“Yes,” you chuckle, amused by the shock on their faces. “We’re friends!”

“Since when?” Josie asks with a hearty laugh.

“Since always,” you reply with a shrug before continuing, “I helped show him around when he got here since I’m right across the street.” Josie looks to Will and then Will looks to you, a look of amused confusion on his handsome face. “He’s a nice guy when you get to know him.”

“Maybe, but he’s also old enough to be our father,” Will argues. You roll your eyes at the reality of the age gap between you and your secret crush, twenty-two years to be exact.

“There are only so many people our age in Jackson, honey,” you say, irritation thick in your tone. “And besides, just because he’s older means I shouldn’t be friendly to him? We’re just gonna start shunning every person in Jackson above what, fifty?”

“You know what,” Will starts, reaching his hand over to rub your back, his warm touch only making you feel colder. “You’re right. We’ll be friendly to him too. Okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, lifting your beer up to your lips, wishing more than anything that the man touching you was someone else.

Joel’s in bed, his drunk thoughts centering around you. Around the way you smiled up at him as though you had no clue that his heart was beating out of his chest. Maybe you didn’t, but how could you not notice his sweaty palms, the nervous twitch of his lips when you forced a smile onto his face?

He was sure he was going to lose it completely when your hand came to rest on his arm. He wanted to run and at the same time wanted to get closer, to feel you too. But, the falter in your smile once his eyes met yours and your hand leaving his arm so abruptly it hurt grounded him back to reality. The one in which you were a taken woman and he was a man twenty years older.

It makes him feel sick when he tries not to think about you, so he doesn’t bother as he reaches his hand over his briefs and grips his swelling girth in an attempt to soothe the throbbing ache there. He grunts as he strokes himself through the fabric, just enough to build himself up slowly.

He thinks of you. He thinks of that weekend he built your fence. He thinks about the way you looked in the sun, the green grass beneath you as you sat out on the lawn and kept him company. He thinks about your legs, bare in the summer heat, your denim shorts cut short enough to make him turn red when you rolled over to lay on your stomach.

As he rubbed his thumb over the now weeping head of his cock, he imagined what it would be like to take those shorts off of you. To lay claim to what lies underneath. He moans as he imagines the sounds he’d pull from you.

Pulling his briefs down enough that his cock was springing free, he licks his hand and grips himself at the base, another choked moan slipping free as his fist glides up and then down again, over and over.

He wonders what you’re like in bed, how you like it, if you’d let him take control or demand it for yourself. It didn’t really matter, he remembers, not when he’d never have the chance of finding out.

When he cums, he groans, his fist stroking up and down, gathering his spend to help ease the glide of his hand until he’s finally had his fill. With a sigh, he lets his head fall back against his pillow, his eyes on the ceiling fan spinning above him.

“Get a fuckin’ grip,” he curses himself.

It doesn’t work.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal smut #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller reader insert #joel miller tlou #just friends

[bunnys-kisses]

it came to me on a sunny day - dad!simon - inspired by the song 'my girl' by the temptations

maybe i'll make this a whole fic? idk... lemme know <3

telling simon you were pregnant was nothing but a shock. but it was inevitable. you two weren't the best when it came to protection, so one night of passion led to the conception of your daughter.

you mostly wore simon's jacket due to you being pregnant most of the winter. you kept telling yourself that you'd get a jacket to accommodate the growing bump, but by the time you got around to it, simon's sweatshirts kept you warm enough. even though simon still put a hat on you every time you left the flat.

simon just loved the swell of your belly, he always smiled when he felt the movement of your daughter. he would lie on the couch, legs dangled off the edge in an uncomfortable manner to be closer to your belly.

if you both weren't so worried about protecting simon's identity, you would've put him online to tout him as 'father of the year'. in your second trimester you did get married at the court house. it was an informal affair, something to put on paper. he promised that the two of you could have the whole celebration after the baby was born.

"simon." you said, "watching johnny choke on a fry that kyle threw into his mouth after the ceremony is worth more than some stupid party." you then leaned over to kiss him, your ring felt comfortable on your finger.

however as you entered your third trimester and your fingers became swollen, you had you wear your ring around your neck on a chain. when you felt about it, simon simply said, "chain's closer to your heart."

when summer came your little rosemary was born. she was born in the end of june, your friend remarked that she was a cancer sign. simon was there the whole way, even when you punched him when a particular hard contraction hit.

"i'm gonna kill you, simon." while that wasn't the first time he ever heard that phrase, it was the only time it ever made a shiver run down his spine. but he was your rock the entire way, the full ten hours it took to delivery rosemary riley.

she came out screamin' though, a far cry from the silent nature of her father. you had never seen simon cry too many times, but the first time he held the pudgy newborn, you could see him hold back the tears.

"simon."

"yeah?" his gaze didn't leave his daughter.

you patted him on the arm, "you can cry, no one's going to judge you." you knew he always felt like he had to be the protector of his little family. but when you leaned over, exhausted yourself, and kissed him on the cheek. the emotion flooded out of him.

you were parents now.

simon took to being a father really well, despite his nervousness (that he never showed on his face) to end up like his own father. he realized that it was a lot easier to be good parent than he thought.

"i love you both." he often said to you, "thank you."

he said that you gave him a second chance at life. after everything, the pain that caused him to shut down and become a killer for the military. you and rosemary allowed the coldness to turn warm. while he still was intimidating outside the home, in the safety of where you lived, he was able to be the caring parent he was denied growing up.

"rose." he said in his low voice, "where are ya goin'." then picked up the toddler with ease so she didn't topple the television on top of her, "you can see it just fine over here." then carried her back to the couch.

you both did your best to not raise an ipad baby, rather you made good use of the second hand printer you had and let you colour and draw to her hearts content. and books. so many books.

"that's a bear, rose." you said as you pointed to the drawing in the book you were reading to her before bed, "b-e-a-r."

"B!Ear!" she chirped as she kicked out her little legs under the covers. she was a very smart girl.

she gets it from me, simon said jokingly.

of course he often let his little rosemary colour in his tattoos with washable markers while they're sitting outside on a nice summer's day a year or two down the line. the little girl is still getting used to holding markers and colours outside the lines of the tattoos. but simon finds it endearing.

nothin' is gonna hurt his girls.

"honey." you said.

"yes?"

"i think we're giving rose a sibling a lot sooner than we expected." <3

(i wanted to write something tender on this beautiful spring day. if it's sunny where you are today soak in the rays!)

#bunny speaks #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #reader insert #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost fluff #dad!ghost #dad!simon riley #dad!simon ghost riley

[spid3namy]

— COMFORT

pairing : e!42 miles x mixed!female reader

summary : miles had a bad day so you comfort him in the best ways you know how

contains : angst , fluff , cussing , head kisses

word count : 867

notes : i was just like bored and just thinking cus ya know, why not? i thought of this and felt like it was good so then this was made 😍 

Miles wasn’t one to make a big deal out of something that was so small.

He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings. And he definitely is not the type to cry in front of anyone. So why did he break so easily around you? Why was it that every time you asked him something, he would tell you? Maybe it was because he knew how worried you got. 

Either way, he hated the power you held over him. He hated how easy it was for you to see past his tough exterior. 

He was so hard to read in the eyes of everyone else. But not you. You always knew how to tell if he was upset over something. It made him feel weak. He was your boyfriend, he was so supposed to be strong for you. Yet, he was weak and he knew you knew it. It sucked.

~

“Hey, boo. Snap out of it”

Your fingers snapping in front of his face is what caused Miles to pull himself out of his thoughts. He blinked and looked over at you, a faint smile on his face as he looked at you. He didn’t know what happened. All he knew is that he was apparently crying. 

“What’s wrong, Miles?”

Miles shook his head and wiped at his eyes, feeling that crushing feeling in his chest again. This happened a lot. That vulnerable feeling caused this weird crushing feeling to fill up his chest. 

He hated it.

You give him a look. One he knew very well. Miles merely shrugged and moved his attention away from you. Miles stared at everything but you. He knew you were gonna get the truth eventually. You always did.

“Miles, love.. Look at me”

You gently grab his chin and turn his head towards you, pretty much forcing him to look at you. Miles looked at you with sad eyes, there was clearly something wrong.

“Bad day?”

Miles merely nodded and averted his eyes away from yours. You hum and soon let go of his chin before you move closer to him on the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. 

“That’s okay..”

Miles allowed his shoulders to slump and his eyes to stay away from you. He was less tense than earlier. That was a good sign at least. He still wasn’t talking though but you already knew he just needed some time before he spoke to you. 

“It hurts, ma..”

Miles’ voice is low and soft, the sound causing your heart to ache. You nod your head and hum lightly, your fingers playing with the ends of his braids gently. You two sit in silence for what seems like forever. And it did feel like forever. 

“You put too much pressure on yourself, boo.”

Miles shook his head at your words and let out a sigh, his eyes staring down at his hands. And before he knew it, his eyes were welling up with tears and he was crying. Why was he crying? He had no idea. All he knew was that the tears were running down his face and he couldn’t stop them.

You pulled him closer and allowed your arms to wrap around his frame, rubbing his back gently as he sobbed onto your shoulder. You didn’t care how wet your shirt was getting or all the snot that was definitely gonna be on your shirt, you were too focused on him. And how much you wanted Miles to be okay. 

“I ... I fuckin’ hate how you make me feel, ma.”

“How do I make you feel?”

“You make me feel so fuckin’ weak all the damn time.”

You merely hum in response, not even fazed by his words. It wasn’t like you really could change that. It was just impossible for you to change how he felt so you would just have to deal with it. Not that you really thought it was a bad thing. 

Miles continued to cry on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist and holding you tightly. It was almost like he was scared that you were gonna disappear if he let go of you. And he didn’t want that to happen. 

“Shh.. it’s okay, my love. You’re okay..”

Miles broke at the sound of your voice, a choked out sob coming from him and his gripping tightening on your slightly. He could feel his body shake when you pressed a kiss onto his forehead. 

He didn’t understand why he was crying so hard but he did know that he was happy that you were allowing him to cry on your shoulder like this. His tears and snot were soaking your shirt but you didn’t seem to care, something he found very sweet. 

He knew being vulnerable with you wasn’t really a bad thing. He hated being weak in front of you though. Hated how it made him feel. Hated how he thought that you would hate him when you see him being vulnerable. 

But now, in this moment, he didn’t care. He felt safe enough with you to cry all his stress out in front of you and he was thankful that you made him feel so damn safe.

#☆ namy writes #e42 miles #miles morales x you #miles morales prowler #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #angst #miles x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles angst

[elsweetheart]

texts with dealer!ellie part 2

🎀 makin these r so fun i had to do another <33 mentions of weed, mentions of death (in a jokey way) sexual flirting ,, ya thts it enjoy

e: Babe, you gotta come quick it’s an emergency

e: Babe

r: wh at???? what i just woke up from a nap what happened??

e: I think I’m dying.

r: ellie???? what’s wrong?????

e: I’m gonna die and the only thing that will save me is a pretty girl on my lap smoking my weed with me

e: Come quick… I can see the light

r: r u fucking serious ellie ?? u scared me !!!!

e: I’ll have you know it’s a very serious situation.

r: just for that i’m not coming over >:((

r: suffer the consequences!!!!!

e: Come on it was a little funny

r: no. mad at u.

e: 📞 I’m calling the waa-mbulance

e: 👶 <- You

r: you’re not helping yourself. now i’m even more mad

e: I’m sorry! Just wanna see my girl

e: Can you blame me

r: yes

e: I know you wanna smoke a little weed

e: You’re like

e: A little bunny… and the weed is your lettuce

r: ok… true …..

r: why can’t u come here i just woke up :(

e: Because I don’t wanna have to bring aaalll my stuff to create the most perfect roll you’ve ever laid eyes on

e: I’d like to do it from the privacy of my own desk thank you.

r: so pre roll it and bring it to me loser :(

r: you owe me for scaring me :(

e: Good point

e: Alright I’ll come

e: And then you’ll come… if you know what I mean

r: get ur mind out of the gutter williams

e: You know me baby, always thinking with my dick

r: well bring ur dick with u. u need to make it up to me 🙄

e: When bae wants to fuck but you left your dick at home…

r: are you coming or not

e: Yes ma’am just let me roll

e: Leavimg now do you want me to pick up some food

e: Leavinf

e: FUCKING LEAVING

r: no need to yell ……

r: can u plsss bring me coffee i’m a sleepy girl :(

e: I like you being a sleepy girl. I’ll bring you breakfast. Coffee’s bad for you

r: so weed is good coffee is bad? got it

e: Hey. I don’t let you smoke that much weed either. Sassy pants

e: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed huh

r: yeah it might have something to do with my girlfriend texting me and telling me she’s dying. not sure though

e: Alright brat 🙄

e: Ok I’m on my way. You can go back to sleep I’ll let myself in

r: mmkay ellie

e: Good girl

r: 🤭

#ellie williams x reader #dealer!ellie #ellie williams prompt #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fluff

[thesapphictimelady]

Ad Astra Per Aspera

Word Count: 2.6K

TW: Implied previous domestic abuse, references to alcohol

A/N: Been working on this for like 2 months lol. Not proofread at all, but I had fun with it. Comments are appreciated :) Hope you enjoy!

“Hi, I’m looking for principal Coleman?”

The red head leaning against the desk turned, “Yeah, she’s not here today.”

“That can’t be right. I’m supposed to be meeting with her today. It is Thursday, right? I know my head isn’t always screwed on right but I was sure it’s Thursday.”

“Yeah, it is. Wait, are you the one with the dumb name?”

“E-excuse me?”

The red head tossed her hair, “Ava told me there was someone coming in with a stupid name and I should welcome her and “show her the ropes” and that she’d be helping in my classroom.”

“My name’s Cassiopeia,” she said, shuffling her things around to shake the older woman’s hand.

The older woman scoffed, ignoring her hand, “The hell kind of name is that? Nah, I’m calling you Cassie. And that’s how you should introduce yourself. The kids’ll end up calling you Pee or something. Come on, I’ll take you to the break room.”

“I don’t think I caught your name,” Cassie said, trying to keep up with her long strides.

“Yeah, that’s cause I didn’t give it to ya,” she swung open the door to the break room, “I found fresh meat looking for Ava,”

“Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know we don’t speak about our colleagues like that!”

Melissa shrugged and took a seat next to the other teacher, “Sorry Barb, just callin’ it like I see it,”

Barb swatted Melissa’s arm and turned to face Cassiopeia, “It’s nice to meet you dear, I’m Barbara Howard, I teach Kindergarten”

“My name’s Cassiopeia. It’s nice to meet you.”

Melissa groaned and pointed at the young woman, “Didn’t I say to introduce yourself as Cassie? I wasn’t kiddin’.”

“Jacob Hill!” another teacher blurted from by the fridge, “I’m Jacob Hill. I teach history. I like your name. Cassiopeia, She was the queen of Ethiopia according to Greek Mythology. Her daughter Andromeda was saved from a sea monster by the hero Perseus. Did you know-”

“Jacob that’s enough,” Barbara said, gesturing towards a chair for Cassiopeia, “I’m sure she knows the history of her own name.”

Cassie sat and smiled gratefully at Barbara before she reached into her bag to retrieve her notebook and a pair of earbuds, deciding it was best to just sit quietly until the kids arrived.

“Pineapple absolutely goes on pizza,” Jacob said, picking up the conversation they had been having before her arrival.

“Not this again,” Melissa groaned, “It does not go on pizza!”

“It does! It’s been put on pizza since 1962! Contrary to the term that’s frequently used, it actually isn’t from Hawaii though. It was created in Ontario, Canada. The man who made it was actually Greek and-“

“Hey, new kid,” Melissa interrupted, “What kind of pizza do you like”

“I actually haven’t had pizza in a long time,” Cassie said, pulling her earbuds out.

“Oh don’t tell me you don’t like pizza!”

“No, I do! My…my ex used to make homemade pizza for date night. She was not a good person. Which is why I’m here. Miles away from anyone I know.” Cassie shifted and tugged at her sleeves, making sure the yellowing bruises from the night she had left were still covered.

The room stayed quiet for a few minutes before Barbara finally said, “Well now you know us!”

“Yeah,” Melissa said, her emerald eyes trained on Cassie, “You know us. And based on what Ava told me, you’re in my room for now,” she glanced down at her watch, “So grab a cup of coffee and let’s head over there now so ya know where stuff is. We’ll see youse at lunch.”

Melissa patted Barbs hand as she stood and grabbed her coffee mug, holding the door open for Cassie.

“Good luck, Cassiopeia!” Jacob called

Cassie waved at the other teachers, hastily gathering her things and following the redhead out the door.

“So you don’t got anybody out here?” Melissa asked as she flipped the classroom light on.

“No ma’am. I don’t know anyone here.”

“Why Philly? I mean, other than the obvious.”

Cassiopeia laughed softly, setting her things down on a desk, “I saw a job posting for Abbott and just…packed up my life and came here. I needed a change.”

Melissa nodded slowly, setting her mug down and looking the new teacher up and down, “Well listen kid, we got recess duty this week. I don’t know where you’re from but it gets hot. You might wanna reevaluate that grandma sweater.”

Cassie flushed and tugged the sleeves down over her hands, “Thanks but I’ll be fine.”

Melissa hummed thoughtfully before shrugging, “Suit yourself. You can put your stuff back here. How do you feel about science?”

The morning went smoothly and before she knew it, she and Melissa were standing outside watching the kids recess. The older woman had abandoned her leather jacket in her classroom and tied her hair up in a ponytail.

“Aren’t you hot?” Melissa asked, fanning herself with one hand.

“I’m fine,” Cassiopeia lied, pulling her hair off her neck in an effort to cool down.

“At least let me cuff your sleeves!” Melissa said, reaching for Cassie.

“No! No, I’m fine.”

“Kid, it’s a million degrees and you’re wearing a Mr. Rogers sweater!”

“I’m fine,” Cassie insisted.

Melissa sighed, before turning back to the kids “5 more minutes my little eagles! Ms. Schemmenti is too hot so we’re going to go inside.”

“Yes Ms. Schemmenti!” the kids called back to her.

“They really like you,” Cassie said.

“Yeah, well, the older ones had me when they were in second grade so they know the drill. We’ll take them to the gym and then head to the break room for lunch. By the way, you can eat the school lunch, but I do NOT recommend doing that.”

Cassiopeia laughed, “Thanks for the heads up, but I don’t usually eat lunch”

“Whadya mean you don’t eat lunch. You gotta eat”

“I eat breakfast and dinner! I’m just never hungry at lunch”

Melissa shook her head, “You can have something from my lunch”

Cassie opened her mouth to argue but the redhead was quick to cut her off, “It’s not up for debate kid. Alright my little eagles it’s time to line up!”

All the kids came running over to the door, lining up single file to follow Melissa inside and to the gym. Cassie stayed at the back of the line, closing the door behind them. Once the kids were inside the gym with the other recess duty teachers, Melissa dragged Cassie to the break room.

“Cassiopeia! You’re still here!” Jacob cheered.

“Where else would I be?” Cassie laughed.

“Melissa has a habit of running people off,” Mrs. Howard said, smiling fondly at the redhead who had sat down next to her.

“I do not!” Melissa said, pulling food out of her lunchbox, “Only the incompetent ones. New kid is smart.”

Cassie flushed and went to go perch on one of the windowsills but Melissa stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re goin? I told you it’s not up for debate.”

“Ms. Schemmenti, really, I’m fine!”

“Sit.” Melissa said sternly, grabbing a paper plate from the cabinet and putting some ziti on it.

“I wouldn’t try to argue dear,” Mrs. Howard warned when Cassie opened her mouth, “It’s better to just do what she tells you.”

Cassiopeia sighed and sat in the seat the older woman had indicated, taking the plate of ziti, “Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti.”

“Don’ worry about it kid.”

“So, Cassiopeia,” Barbara said, “How was your morning? Was Melissa nice to you?”

“Ms. Schemmenti was very kind to me. And the kids are wonderful! I don’t know how she manages to have such a well behaved class when she’s juggling two different grades!”

“The kids know better than to mess with me,” the redhead said, glancing up from her phone.

Cassie smiled and took a bite of the ziti, “Holy shit this is amazing!”

“It’s my nana’s recipe,” Melissa said, “She used to…” She trailed off, brow furrowed, “Did youse hear that?”

The room went silent as all the teachers listened to a timid knock at the door. Melissa jumped up to open the door. One of the older girls was standing on the other side, sniffling.

“What’s wrong hon?” Melissa asked her, bending down slightly so she could whisper in the redheads ear, “Gotcha. Let’s go to my classroom, okay? Hey, new kid, I might need you and your huge bag. Follow us.”

Cassiopeia grabbed her purse and was quick to catch up with them.

“What’s going on?” she asked once inside the classroom.

The younger girl looked nervously at Melissa.

“It’s okay hon, Miss Cassie is gonna be more help than me. She started her period. Nurse isn’t here and I don’t need the products anymore. Got anything in that bag of yours?”

“Oh! Oh of course, give me a second,” Cassie dug through her purse, producing pads and a small heating pack, “Do you need anything else? Tylenol?”

“I need new pants,” the student whispered.

“I’m afraid that’s the one thing I don’t carry with me,” Cassie said apologetically, “Is there somewhere we can get those?”

Melissa sighed, “Yeah, Ava’s office. But she has that place booby trapped since the last time I- actually I think that’s not important right now.” Melissa said, throwing a look towards the cameraman right outside the door who quickly ducked out of sight.

“That’s okay,” Cassie said, “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Kya,”

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do Kya. We’re gonna tie my sweater around your waist to hide the stain and then Ms. Schemmenti is gonna give your mom a call to bring you some new pants, okay?”

“Okay,” Kya whispered.

“We can use Barb’s bathroom,” Melissa said, “She won’t mind.”

Cassie nodded and unbuttoned her sweater, folding it and gently tying it around Kya’s waist, “There. Now go with Ms. Schemmenti and she’ll get you taken care of.”

Kya took the pads out of her hand and followed Melissa out of the room. Cassie busied herself putting things back into her bag, completely missing the look the other teacher had given her. A breeze came through the open window and she shivered, rubbing at her arms before she froze.

“Fuck,” she whispered, “Please tell me I have a back up sweater somewhere in my bag!”

Cassie turned her bag over on the desk, searching the contents for something, anything she could use to keep the bruises on her arms covered.

“So, new kid,”

Cassie jumped, whirling around to see Melissa leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

“Hi, Ms. Schemmenti! I-I didn’t hear you coming!” Cassie quickly tucked her arms behind her.

“Uh huh.” Melissa said, walking into the classroom, “Thanks for your help with Kya. You sure were protective of that sweater all morning but you didn’t hesitate to give it to her.”

“I remember middle school. She didn’t need anyone teasing her for the stain”

Melissa nodded thoughtfully, “Whatcha got behind your back?”

“Nothing!”

“So if I walked behind you, there wouldn’t be anything to see?”

“No, there’s nothing back there!”

“And there’s nothing, say, on your wrists?”

“No ma’am.”

“Well then I’m sure you have no issue going back to the break room with me.”

“Actually I think I’ll stay here and…start grading the science tests!”

The redhead frowned and shook her head, “What’re you hiding kid. Just show me. You’ve been hiding something all day.”

Cassiopeia swallowed the lump in her throat and brought her arms back to the front, looking anywhere but Melissa’s face.

“Kid,” the older teacher whispered.

“I don’t want your pity. That’s why I kept them covered. I’m completely fine.”

“Hon…”

Cassie looked up in surprise at the gentleness of the teachers words. Melissa’s emerald eyes were soft and she gently took Cassie’s arm in her hand.

“Hon, this isn’t nothing,”

“I don’t want anyone’s pity, Ms. Schemmenti. I’m going to go home. I don’t have a back up sweater and it’s bad enough that you’ve seen them.”

“What-?”

“What happened?” Cassie cut her off, not wanting to hear her ask, “My ex. I told you this morning she wasn’t a good person. She wasn’t too pleased with the news that I wanted to break up. Now please, let go,”

Melissa let go of Cassie’s arms, backing up so the teacher had space to grab her things, too stunned to stop her as she quickly left the classroom.

When Cassiopeia got home, she threw everything onto the couch before going to the small kitchen to retrieve a bottle of wine and a plastic cup. This was supposed to be a new beginning and already she had someone pitying her.

“I knew I should’ve pushed off my start date,” she muttered to the small apartment as she filled her cup and collapsed on the couch. It didn’t take long after draining the bottle that she fell into a fitful sleep, using her bag as a pillow

It was her phone ringing that woke her. She glanced at the screen and was immediately filled with dread when she saw the “Unknown number” on the caller ID. Hesitantly she accepted the call, sitting in silence while she waited for the caller to speak.

“Hello? New kid? You there?”

“Ms. Schemmenti? How did you get my phone number?”

“I know a guy. Listen, what do you like on your pizza?”

“What? Ms. Schemmenti it’s…it’s 3 in the morning! Why are you calling?”

The line was quiet for a moment before the redhead sighed, “Listen, I’m real sorry for pushin’ you today. I shouldn’t have made you tell me what the bruises were from. Let me make you a pizza to make up for it.”

Cassiopeia laughed softly, “This is a dream. A weird, alcohol induced dream.”

“No it’s not. Kid you can either tell me or I’ll show up with something random.”

“Show up? Are you driving right now?”

“Yeah, I had a late night. Are you decent? I’m almost at your place.”

“How do you know where I live??”

“Again, I know a guy. Are ya decent?”

“Yeah, I-I’m decent. Should I unlock the door or do you know a guy for that too?”

“Ha ha very funny kid.”

The call dropped, leaving Cassie alone in the dark again. She jumped up and started throwing things into the small closet, trying to make the tiny space look halfway decent, before giving up and instead throwing on an oversized sweater and unlocking the door.

Melissa had her arms completely full of grocery bags when she got to the door.

“Ms. Schemmenti what-”

Melissa pushed past her into the apartment, “I told ya, I had a long night. Where can I put this?”

Cassiopeia led her to the tiny kitchen, still not quite sure if she was awake or not. Melissa dropped her bags on the narrow counter and started pulling things out.

“Okay, what is going on? You don’t need to do all this, you apologized on the phone.”

“Trust me kid, that wasn’t enough. And your secret is safe with me. I told the others you were sick and I sent you home.”

“School starts in 4 hours.”

“Actually, the kids are off tomorrow so no one will care that you’re hungover and I haven’t slept. Trust me, Ava will be hungover as hell.”

Cassie sat down on one of the wobbly stools, “So you’re making me a pizza…as an apology?”

Melissa finally glanced over her shoulder at the younger woman, “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

“No…I don’t think so.” Cassie put her head in her hands, “I think I’m too hungover for this,”

Melissa laughed and tossed her a bottle of aspirin, “Picked this up at the store. You probably need it more than I do”

Cassie took it gratefully, “Thank you, Ms. Schemmenti.”

“You’re welcome kid. Go lay down. I’ll take care of this and I’ll wake you when it’s time to head to school.”

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[be-my-ally]

Let Yourself Go

Overstimulated Reader! Request.

my darling, what a dream request - thank you anon! for both your very kind words + excellent request!!! this has consumed my brain for the past week; I originally intended it to be short like 2.5-3k, and then it turned into 4k and then I realised that in all of those words elvis had only been treated once so it turned into 6k. so this is 6.7k of pure, absolute, filthy smut just for you that i really hope lives up your expectations!

summary: slightly innocent!reader is convinced girls can't really orgasm - elvis sets out to teach her how wrong she is.

pairing: afab!reader/elvis (big daddy e)

warnings: 18+, 18+, 18+, tiny bit of daddy kink, implied age difference, oral (p+v receiving), p in v sex, fingering, mirror sex, overstimulation, very brief spanking. I think that's it? Reader does attempt to stop the proceedings a couple of times and elvis doesn't stop but it is all consensual.

wc: 6.7k

suggested listening: the end of such a night + of course, let yourself go.

You’ve not been together very long and you were still learning about each other in many ways. It confused you a little that he, who you knew had girls throwing themselves at him, would take the time to bother to get to know you better. He’d picked you out of the crowd and put you on his lap in his dressing room before he’d even learnt your name. When you’d told him, earnestly, that you didn’t expect to be married or anything but you were a good girl, who wouldn’t sleep around, you’d expected him to tell you that he wasn’t going to see you again. But no, he’d put in the effort and here you were, a few weeks later, at Graceland of all places. You’d been brought back with him after his engagement at the International ended for this year, allowing him a short break before he resumed touring. 

He’d taken you out on his bike earlier, showing you the sights of Memphis and you’d loved the rush, so unlike anything you’d experienced before. Despite the fact that you dreaded the call from your parents at the photos that would inevitably be published of the two of you - you hadn’t really been dressed to go out (the outing unexpected), nor had you been able to help snuggling into his back, your hand resting on his solid thigh at the lights. When you’d gotten back to the estate you’d expected a party - a celebration of his homecoming, and you’d been bracing to have to deal with losing him for the evening, but you’d been pleasantly shocked when he’d kicked everyone out after dinner, announcing that he wanted a night just the two of you. 

You wanted to tell him that his expectations were a bit forward, to not get his hopes and that you still weren’t sure you were quite ready to have actual sex with him but in all honesty, you were ready and only your (perhaps misguided) morals had prevented you thus far. You had been slightly surprised at how unbothered he had seemed at the concept of sex - he’d laughed you off when you’d told him you didn’t want to sleep with him on the first night; telling you that was all very well but would you sleep with him because he couldn’t “bear the long nights all on my lonesome”. He hadn’t pressured you at all, less than your last boyfriend for sure, and seemed to genuinely enjoy your makeout sessions as much as you do. To tell the truth, you weren’t really sure why anyone was that bothered by sex - it felt fine sure, but it didn’t blow your world apart, was mostly very awkward, and you couldn’t understand what the fuss was in general. 

You’d followed him into the bedroom, into his room, and while part of you wanted to inspect every little detail of this hidden, protected space, the other part of you could feel his impatience from the bed and when he smiles at you - all cheeks and teeth, asking; 

“Wanna have some fun tonight darlin’? Cleared the place out for ya, didn’t want you to go all shy on me…some girls get nervy at the number of people in the place. Get real quiet and the like, even though I tell ‘em I got the sound locked down.” You forget any desire to rifle through his drawers and instead stare at him, slightly confused - just hoping he’s not going to be disappointed; 

“Uh, oh, well, I can’t say I’m that loud anyways, always, I always thought that was just a thing girls, uh, exaggerated?” You look down, embarrassed that you may be having to burst his bubble - you don’t want to be the first to tell him that from what you know there’s nothing to be shouting about. But he doesn’t react in the way you expect - blinking at you from under his glasses and patting the bed next to him. 

“C’mere doll, tell daddy what you mean.” You sit where he tells you to, tiny shorts hiking even further, and you curl your legs up underneath yourself. 

“I don’t, sorry, I don’t understand what you’re asking? I’m just, just, saying that I never understood what those girls on the … on the … the stuff you like to watch, what they’re shouting about is all. Never seemed like anything worth carrying on like that is all.” He’s a little shocked but not altogether surprised - you’re young and a little sheltered, perhaps more than he thought at your reluctance to even said the word ‘pornography’ and he knows your only other relationships have been serious with boys from home, less about fun and more about futures, and he knows that they don’t always put the effort in they should. Still, he needs clarification - his eyes burning with curiosity; 

“You mean you ain’t ever .. got your rocks off? Never creamed those lil’ shorts of yours?” His thick hand finds its way onto your thigh and he flicks the hem of your shorts, practically between your legs. You giggle, pushing his hand off.

“Elvis. Don’t be silly, unless you’ve been with some funny sorta people - girls can’t do that! That’s… I might not know much but I do know that.” He looks back at you, utterly stunned, before smiling like all his Christmases have come at once, a full cheshire cat grin. 

“You - you ain’t never?” He’s shocked, but desperate to know your answer, taking his glasses off, leaning closer and waiting with practically bated breath in excitement, clenching his hands on his thighs. 

“I just told you E, that’s not something girls can actually do. Don’t you think I’d know! If you’re just gonna tease me I swear I’m gonna walk right out of here!” He laughs again at your indignation, shaking his head, 

“Naw little one, don’t do that, don’t do that - I just uh, I think I might be able to teach you a few things tonight is all. Just, ah, need to re-evaluate some things’all.” He frowns, “You know the other day, baby, when I stroked your little pussy and you pushed me off - told me you were all done?” 

You remember the incident he was talking about, He’d had his fingers up you, rubbing you exactly how you needed and you’d crunched with an involuntary shudder, couldn’t quite catch your breath properly and had told him to stop. You’d pushed him away in a panic that you didn’t know what was coming, but that that was certainly enough. He’d been a little worried then, worried that he’d pushed you into something you hadn’t wanted to do. But, he’d relaxed when you’d relaxed on the bed - he wasn’t happy with leaving you like that, on the edge, but he’d figured you were just shy, nervous that his entourage was a mere wall away. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him that you genuinely believed that was you finished. 

“Yeah, but what about it? We were done - I was done, it was starting to make me feel weird. I actually think we went too far.” He lets out a pure incredulous laugh, shaking his head. 

“Oh baby, baby. I’m gonna, I’ll teach you baby, it’ll be ok.” You nod, but you’re honestly a bit confused about what he’s even planning on teaching you, but you don’t want to tell him he’s wrong again. You suppose he does have quite the reputation, so maybe he does have some things to show you, you doubt it somewhat but keep that to yourself. 

“Right, yittle, need these all off of ya,” He tugs at your shirt, starting to unbutton it. “and these, these slutty little shorts need to come off, lemme see what I’m working with.” He’s practically crooning at you, slipping your shirt off gently, divesting you off your shorts - undressing you as if you were a babe. He strips you of your bra, leaving you in little white panties, before pushing you back onto the bed to lie flat. He doesn’t give you time to worry about your nudity, cupping your cheek with one thick hand, leaning over you to kiss you. 

His tongue slips in, it’s like he’s mapping your mouth and you don’t bother to fight for dominance, letting him in, submissively brushing your tongue against his. He pulls away slightly, grabbing a breath and you can’t help it, his pouty perfect lips too tempting, you surge forward to softly suck on his bottom lip, nibbling gently. He responds in kind, pulling your head back, baring your neck - he tugs your lip between his teeth pulling as he pulls away. You moan at the little sting, and he presses a soothing peck against it. Before trailing down and pressing little open-mouthed kisses at your cheek, mouthing at your neck - tiny little suctioning touches until his hand, which he’s not resting on, is trailing further down. His fingers spread across a breast, fingertips playing with your nipple. You can feel the heat coiling in your tummy - your throbbing heartbeat between your legs. He’s pressing little kisses down your soft stomach, and he grunts as he repositions himself - up on his knees slightly. It worries you briefly, he’s been using a cane as more than just an accessory more frequently lately - his youthful actions having been hard on his knees and legs, before your mind is wiped by his actions again. 

His hand trails lower, even as he continues to press soft kisses on your stomach, and he swipes down in a languid stroke over your panties, feeling your pooling wetness through the forming damp spot. He pushes it into you, rubbing you over them - the fabric catching slightly, along with your breath. He moves his head back up, sucking you by your collarbone and on your neck, hard enough to leave a bruise. The noises coming out of your mouth are unlike how you’ve ever heard yourself before, and as he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down and off - the dampness making them pretty much see through - you would normally cringe in embarrassment but as you watch him lift them to his mouth and suck on them you can’t do anything but stare in an absolute state of shock and arousal. He’s still fully dressed although his shirt is so lowly unbuttoned, his chest with its covering of hair, god even his nipples practically out, that it barely counts. You can feel his own arousal growing against your side, still confined in his tight, slightly flared, trousers the heat of it, and can’t help but wiggle against him. He folds your panties, scrunching them up, before shifting to push them into his trouser pocket. You gape at him, 

“Good lord, you can’t - they’re so dirty Elvis - you can’t keep them. They need to be washed!” He smirks at you, smirk turning to a grin as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, moving his hand away from you as he does. 

“Baby, when they taste that good, I’ll do what I damn well like.” He licks your cheek, and it's something that you would have found disgusting from anyone else, but somehow him doing it makes your heartbeat pulse in your core. He lets his hand come back down, lightly slapping against your pussy, you jolt forward, mouth falling open, and eyes rolling slightly at the sudden intense pleasure from it. He chuckles into your ear, tickling your neck, “Oh - you like that mama? Like that baby?” He does it again, and you’re horrified at the wet slapping noise - but also at the sudden surge of wetness, you can feel.  

“Oh god, Elvis, you gotta - gotta do that again. Please.” He obliges, patting you once, twice, three times before letting his hand fly slightly harder, you can feel your heat rising - and you shiver slightly. You’ve reached the peak of where you’d been before. Your heartbeat fast, and a constant thrumming at your centre. He laughs, teasing you in a low tone, 

“God, who’d have thought you’d be such a dirty fucking girl, letting me - begging me to spank that yittle cunt of yours.” He puts an inflection onto yittle, as if even when talking about your ‘cunt’ he’s unable to stop his penchant for baby talk. 

He uses his fingers to spread you apart, middle finger sliding in your slick. The metal of his ring is cold against your burning skin, sending goosebumps down your flesh. You think he can’t make you feel any better when he slips two of his fingers inside you. His huge square ring catching on your entrance for a moment and you buck your hips as he slides it in. He pumps them, in and out, as you squirm on the bed. Your eyes fall closed for a moment and he whispers to you, 

“You like that little? My fingers in you? Gonna show you how girls do it, teach ya how it goes.” You respond with a whine - his words causing a blush to travel from your chest. You’re simultaneously embarrassed at needing to be taught something about your own adult self and aggressively turned on by his narration. 

You’re breathless and while he’s looking at you with a soft smile on his face - pure concentration in his burning eyes, you can’t help but wonder what he’s getting from all of this attention on you. But to be the centre of his focus, him looking at you like you’re the whole world - the only thing in the world, is another level of high. Behind him you can yourself reflected in the mirror above - you look fucking debauched, unlike yourself and seeing him from above, in all his iconic glory, reminding you this is Elvis fixated on you brings you even closer to the cliff edge. 

He pushes into you, unnecessarily - his fingers were long enough he could reach with his thumb without having to strain at all - to reach your hooded clit. He finds it expertly, rubbing it just so. You shudder, and he keeps going just as he was, but kisses down your neck to your nipple again, swirling it in his mouth, pulling it with his teeth slightly and you can feel yourself about to fall. You panic at the unexpected and unknown feeling and try to throw him off, 

“Elvis! Elvis stop - stop I can’t - I can’t do it, it’s too much - you gotta, you gotta st-“ You’re thrashing about the place, arms flailing as you try to push him away, but his fingers don’t stop and he hushes you as he’s suddenly stroking this little spot inside of you. You can feel it’s different but can’t quite tell how until he crooks his fingers and presses. You shudder, your mouth falling open, although you’re still far quieter than he’d like - he makes a mental note that his aim tonight is to make you scream. And then you’re shaking, convulsing on his hand - stomach and core muscles clenching of their own accord. He rubs and strokes you through it. Your mind is blank and all you can feel is your thighs shaking - your head rolling from side to side. He keeps going and you keep going for him, clutching the covers in tight fists, mouth open in a silent scream as one of your legs randomly seems to jump about. He can tell you’re at the end of what you can do for him at the moment. He softlypulls his fingers out, trying to bring you down gently. His fingers leaving feather-light touches across your mound and thighs. 

“That good, baby?” He pats his sticky, wet hand on your tummy and you can’t speak, taking heaving breaths. 

“W-was,” You’re slurring as you come back to, your ears ringing, “Is that, what I’ve been missing? Is that meant to happen?” He laughs at you, finger drawing little shapes on your stomach, 

“Yeah, when you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing.” He puffs his chest out a little, clearly proud of himself, “A real man.” You laugh, and he kisses you again and again until your lips are swollen and bitten raw and you’re gasping for air. You lay back for a few more moments, looking up at him leaning over you. He moves his arm, and you’re not quite sure what comes over you, but the movement had spread his shirt even more and it’s not something you’d ever considered doing ever before, but he did do it to you earlier so you gain the courage to ask; 

“El- can I, can I…please can I taste you?” He raises a brow at your polite request, but is not going to turn down such an offer, 

“Sure baby, lemme get lil’ Elvie out now - “ You frown, interrupting him. 

“No, no… can I just… like you did earlier?” He looks slightly confused, his brow furrowed, but he agrees nonchalantly - clearly used to letting whoever do whatever they like with his body. 

“Sure - “ He starts to say something else, but you’re too distracted by the permission, rushing forward to kiss his chest, moving down to capture his nipple. He jerks,

“Christ - Oh lord,” You’re practically suckling him, one hand threading through his chest hair, feeling his stomach, the hard line where he’s definitely still muscular somewhere underneath but is soft and cushy above, grasping at his pillowy sides. His hips are bucking, circling with the effort not to throw you off accidentally, “Oh gods, baby, christ little one, lord, oh lord.” He’s unable to be silent, constantly babbling a stream of curses and praise. You pull off, and suddenly, you’re mortified. 

“Oh my goodness, Oh, Elvis, I - uh, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” You’re shocked at yourself but he’s panting, and you can feel him straining against his pants. 

“Oh darlin’, lord, darlin’ it’sss ok, it’s so good, so good baby. Love your lil’ mouth on me.” You smile a little bashfully as he pats at you as if praising a dog. “Think now little Elvis would too baby, get him out - show him how much you ‘preciate him too?” You pant back at him nodding your agreement. He’s resting further up on the bed than he was before, you’d both travelled around the last few minutes and he sits to take his shirt fully off, before unbuttoning his trousers finally and wriggling out of them. He shuffles further back and you get yourself situated between his legs, bracketed by his thick thighs on either side of you, their covering of downy hair tickling your sides. You lean down, gently stroking his hardening cock - but then pause, 

“Elvis, I ain’t ever - you gotta tell me how to do it.” He groans, his head falling back, 

“Goddamn, like you were made for me, fucking made for me honey,” he peers down at you, over the slight swell of his stomach, tucking his chin in - one of his meaty fingers stroked the side of your face before gently grasping your head, lowering it to his cock. “You gotta, gotta say hello little one, give ‘im a little hello kiss now - “ You do as he says, brushing your lips against the very tip. You’d seen it briefly before, so although not this close, and you had given him a … helping hand over the past few weeks so you’re not surprised to see he’s uncut nor at the size of him - generous in length and girth, but it’s still fascinating to you up close. You can't help but study it briefly - assessing how his foreskin is starting to retract back slightly and you absentmindedly reach for it, gently rolling it forward and back a little bit, unsure how far it should go. His hips jerk, 

“Christ, baby, you gotta warn a man first.” You smile, meeting his blazing blue eyes and amused expression. 

“Sorry - I thought me being here was warning enough.” He laughs and pats your cheek. 

“Right little one, back to work. Kiss down little Elvis, let him know how much you wanted to see him - ‘ You obey his orders, pressing little kisses all the way down his shaft. “Ok, now doll you're gonna take him in that hot little mouth of yours - gonna be re-eal careful of your sharp little teeth, got it?” You obediently bob up and down in a nod, making sure not to scrape him.

Instinct seems to kick in and you take a moment to suck down on him, flattening your tongue against his underside. His other hand finds its way into your hair accompanying the one still resting on your cheek and neck, hand spanning across the distance. His hip jerks forward and it causes his dick to knock further back than you were expecting and you pull back with a little cough.

“S’ok baby, sorry, felt so good, couldn't help myself, not gonna make you take all of him tonight, you can use your hand go on, show the rest of him how much you love him.” He pats you again and it’s enough encouragement for you to go back down on him. You do as he suggested, stroking and pulling him with your hand where your mouth can't comfortably reach, growing bold enough to reach down and delicately hold and stroke his balls. His hands are insistent on your head, not forcing you but certainly moving you exactly how he wants you. You can taste the thin salty trickle of precum starting to dribble out of him.

“That’s it, baby, I was already so close, just from touchin’ ya honey, just gotta suck me just like that, that’s it like a damn popsicle.” His hands grow a little rougher, tugging on your hair slightly, as his hips circle and his thighs clench around you. “Gonna, you gonna stroke me now, yittle, you just gonna stroke me, I’ll let you have a taste, give you a treat but that’s enough for now - ’s about you tonight, about you honey.” He's babbling now, and you're not paying much attention to his words coming out of his mouth except when his request filters through to your brain, and you pull off with a little wet pop, stroking him to completion. He squirts over your hand - ribbons of white hitting you on the chin and chest, moaning as he does and his eyes falling closed.

He leans back, breathing heavily as his cock finishes jumping about, slowly softening before your eyes and you glance around, before grabbing his discarded shirt to wipe your hand on. Before you can raise it to your chin to wipe it off of there he sits up and moves his hand from your face to swipe a finger through it. “C’mon baby, gonna have you swallow it next time,” You're uncertain about this, but don’t bother to say anything right now as he rubs his fingers on your lips, “Go on, open up honey, have a taste for me. Lick it clean.” You do as he commands, tasting the salty tang of a man’s cum for the first time. It's not wholly unpleasant, although you're not sure about the texture, but you can’t say you'd be jumping for joy at the prospect of swallowing his full load. He watches as you suck his fingers, licking them completely clean looking up at him under your lashes as you do. 

He leans forward to kiss you but then suddenly grimaces, frowning. Twisting slightly in an attempt to relieve some of the tension from his hips and back. 

“I’m sorry, honey, but I gotta- I gotta lie down again.” You frown, worried. 

“Of course! don’t - you’re meant to be relaxing!” He’s proven himself to you - taught you that there was something on the other side of the cliff edge and it was good. But you weren’t worried - didn’t see any reason to continue, you’d both been taken care of and you were now perfectly happy to be tucked up in bed for the night.

“Oh no, I don’t mean I’m done. Get over here, little girl…” He manhandles you, ringed fingers digging into your thighs as he arranges you over the top of him. He then lies down, sliding between your legs, before huffing a tiny bit as he heaves you up from his chest and down onto him. “That’s it, mama, right over my face. Lemme get to that poor little kitty of yours.” You’re confused as to what he’s going to be able to achieve from this angle - he can’t possibly just want such a closer look, can he? But then, without warning, he pushes his head up licking down your labia before pulling you off balance to literally sit on his face. 

“Woah - Oh, Elvis I’m gonna hurt you like this, I can’t just - I’m too heavy!” You try to move away but you can’t escape from his tight grip. 

“Ain’t gonna hurt a fly baby - lemme just.” And he pushes his tongue into you, spearing into your hole. You’re sopping wet already, his fingers having seen to that, and the noises are obscene - the wet smacking and sucking. 

���Elv-oh my god, Elvis you can’t-“ You try to get off but his hands don’t let you move at all - pinning you onto him. But as you struggle your thighs touch and you can feel the wetness and the stickiness that’s spread throughout - tangling your curls, sticking your thighs. “It’s- it’s - it’s dirty, you can’t, you shouldn’t - that shouldn’t, you’re not meant to do that.” You can feel him chuckle, the vibration making you gasp, but he doesn’t even respond, simply holds you down and goes harder.

You’re supporting most of your weight on your own legs but every time you clench or move you can feel his fingers digging tighter in - sure you’ll have bruises where his rings and fingertips have been. You can’t help but move, grinding onto his mouth. It’s outrageous and you can’t believe this is something people do, but now it’s happening you wonder how you’ve lived this long without it, without knowing how this feels. His tongue is flicking between lapping at your hole and your inner folds. Your hips circle and one of his hands comes around your thigh - curling around to join his mouth. He moves his mouth up to suck on your clit, and the warm wet pressure, the suction, the everything - it’s too much. You’re losing control again, fighting the panic for a second time that evening - but this time, the pressure is growing even stronger and though you recognise the feeling now it feels different. 

“Oh my god, Elvis, god, Elvis, Elvis please, please, you gotta stop! I’m gonna-” You grind your hips again, but he must be able to hear the sudden change in your tone - the sudden, very real, panic. And despite his instinct telling him not to he worries it’ll make you lose your relaxed state and he pulls away, kissing your inner thigh, 

“Relax baby, dontcha worry, oh my poor baby’s little neglected pussy - you’ve got no idea, just been waiting for a real man, for daddy, to show you what you’ve been missin’ all this time.” He croons into you, hands stroking your thighs, soothing you into compliance. As soon as you relax into his hold again he surges forward once more. Your folds are swollen and slick, feeling like they’re burning, you feel so hot. And your entire focus is on your cunt and Elvis. Unable to even think about your thigh cramping or your foot falling asleep. He kisses up you, capturing your little puffy clit in his lips again and sucks hard. You think you might be about to pass out - it feels so overwhelming, but suddenly the pressure changes - and as he slips a finger back inside you it starts to feel a little too similar to something else. 

Your panicked noises come back out, and you once again are begging Elvis to stop warning him; “I think I’m gonna pee, Elvis, seriously! I can’t - I can’t hold it! Elvis - daddy, fuck, I can’t, I seriously think I’m gonna - gonna pee.” But he doesn’t stop this time, not even to reassure you, just continuing his steady ministrations, speeding up, and the pressure is steadily mounting again, reaching the peak. Your orgasm rips through you and you have to throw your hands out to support yourself on the headboard to simply stay upright but you’re barely able to think about it, moving on instinct alone. You’re shuddering and he’s continuing, won’t leave you be. And then, the pressure seems to burst - slowly yet somehow quicker than anything you’re ever felt. It’s like your vagina is simultaneously your whole body and also entirely separate from your body as it clenches before you’re gushing, liquid shooting out of you. It drenches his face, it’s in his hair, in his sideburns, and he sits up, as you fall off of him to one side, and he’s glistening. 

You’re in a daze but a little embarrassed, both at him covered in your juices and that he was right and you were wrong about your abilities. But his reaction makes you second guess your immediate response - he’s grinning, licking his goddamn lips like he’s just eaten the best-tasting dessert of his life. He uses one of your discarded shirts to wipe his face off, smiling at the damp patches it causes. 

“There we are baby, Daddy got’cha there, got you to that special place - that’s what it’s meant to be like darling. Told you didn’t I, told you, you just gotta listen to me, let yourself go.” 

You lay back panting - you’re a little sore and a lot tired and you’re sure you’re done. You can feel his cock hardening against you again in a gentle coaxing sort of way, and you reach over a hand. You can do this, but you’ve just not got the energy for anything else - and your pussy is still pulsing, soft and swollen and puffy. He bats your hand away though, 

“Right, mama, gonna show you how it’s really done, you’re gonna reach your little o on my cock, and you’re gonna know that’s how it should be every time.” He kneels up on the bed, pulling you up onto your knees too, and he’s putting you exactly where he wants you. You want to refuse, but he’s so convincing, and you are a little curious at how he might be able to make even this so spectacular for you, an act that you’d been ambivalent about, mostly put up with; knowing it was something women just did to keep their partners happy. He manhandles you into the perfect position for him, your back slightly arched, hands clutching the top of the headboard and he brushes your sweaty hair off of your neck, kissing where it lay before. 

You stay where he puts you, slightly shell-shocked at your easy compliance, and at what he’s suggesting. You glance up from under your lashes and notice the huge mirror above the bed - you’d seen the one above yourself in the bed but not the glass above the headboard - and can see how you look. You watch your face contort slightly as he presses a few of his fingers into you again, testing if you’re ready. But you’re loose, in a novel sort of way - so aroused that it’s easy in a way it’s never been before. You’re studying your fucked out face, shocked at how wide your pupils are, the redness of your lips and cheeks, before you turn your attention to Elvis watching his rosy reflection - his hair sticking down, body and chest shimmering with sweat, clinging to his chest hair, his plush lips bitten red and his face still with a hint of damp, blue eyes sparkling. You’re about to utter something completely embarrassing like, “Oh my god, you’re so pretty,” or “I love you.” But you’re (somewhat thankfully) distracted by him rubbing himself on you a couple of times before fucking into you. You jolt forward, mouth falling open as he simply pushes his whole length in, immediately pulling back out to shutter his hips forward again - gripping your waist and pulling you back onto him too. You’re shouting, finally, garbled noises and moans as he gives you no time to adjust and instead slams you back and forth to him, his balls slapping against your wet skin. 

He spanks your ass and you shudder, the tinge of pain mixed with the pleasure of him hitting that spot in you, getting in so deep you feel like he’s in your soul and not just your body. You can feel yourself starting to go again, starting to ride the crest of that wave when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again and you can barely breathe, noises catching in your throat at the sight. 

“That’s it sweet, that’s it sugar, look at yourself,” He wraps an arm over your chest and grips your chin, pointing it straight at the mirror, “Look at us honey.” You can see him behind you, behind your flushed body - himself pink and damp with sweat from the exertion, its practically dripping down his forehead and onto his chest - he lets go of your chin and moves one hand to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples, the other to slip between your legs. You jerk when he strokes where the two of you are joined. It’s filthy. You’ve never been this visible like this before, having very much been under the covers with previous lovers, and your knowledge of positions was limited to on your back, on your front and your side. Very much lying down. The image of his cock sliding into your folds, the pink fuzzy base barely visible through your own fuzz and his hand splayed over your stomach as if supporting where he sits internally is filthy in the best possible way. 

You feel utterly surrounded by him, you can’t think of anything but how he feels, how he looks, you can’t sense anything else. You can’t see anything but him, it’s all him as you look around - the mirrors on the back wall and above you reflect back the image of the two of you, but your eyes skip over yourself only seeing him. His thick form. He’s muscular in a solid way, an accidental way, and the layer of softness that covers all of him, but especially over his tummy, only makes him more attractive to you, more real. When you close your eyes the vision of him is imprinted on your eyelids, and all you can smell is him. He’s got a slight sweaty musk to him from the exertion and activity, but under it you can still smell the hint of his cologne. His sheets smell aggressively like him, like the Vegas him and the home him - he must use the same products (or his laundry service must) wherever he is. The room too - there’s his unique blend of homely smells but also the heavy scent of the blend of his favourite specific brands of cigarettes and cigars. The smoke, despite him claiming he only smoked very irregularly, clings to his thick curtains and the drapes that surround the room. The room which screams, as much as the rest of his house does, of him - of solely him, of his outrageous, outlandish, tacky, wonderful, style. 

You aren’t able to have any of these thoughts though, as his fingers stroke himself before once again finding your clit. He captures it between his fingers, rolling it, before brushing his finger over it and before you know it you’re quivering - shaking as your orgasm overcomes you again. It’s too much, your body has barely had a chance to recover and while you’re not passed out you’re also not…all there. Your body slack as Elvis holds you up, just a rag doll for him to take what he needs for his own orgasm - chasing his completion. He does, barely a few strokes later, a litany of praises spilling out of his mouth, pulling out as quickly as he could, seemingly caught a little by surprise. And you can feel the last few sprays from him as he splatters over your already sticky and trembling body. You slump down without him holding you up by the waist and hips, and he catches you - laying you out on the bed. He lays next to you, panting, chest heaving for a few moments before propping himself up on an elbow next to you. 

You’re sore, internally and externally and worse - sticky, but he doesn’t let you sleep yet, running his cum-covered fingers through your soft pubic hair, before tracing shapes on your lower tummy, gently brushing lower and lower until his fingers are stroking through your sticky soft folds. You squirm, sleepy, and he hushes you, 

“C’mon baby doll, give me one more, gotta make up for lost time darling. Give em all to you tonight. One more baby, c’mon do it for daddy, give daddy one more.” He’s speaking lowly, so as not to disturb your sleepy state, but what he’s asking you to do is bringing you back to awareness. He’s barely touching you, nudging your little stretched hole with his wet fingers, barely pressing the outer rim before delicately stroking your sore, puffy, clitoris again. You feel your legs shaking, seemingly of their own accord, and can’t focus on anything he says, resorting to begging over top of his continued whispers; 

“I can’t, I can’t, Elvis please, daddy, please, it’s too much, I can’t,” but you’re already so close to the edge that you gasp, mouth open, as he inserts his fingers again, and it only takes him crooking them just so for you to shudder and scream. It’s borderline painful, and your legs are shaking, “Lord, daddy! Oh my god, Elvis, daddy, oh my lord. Oh - “ and as he continues to stroke that little place inside of you, as you ride the waves that wash over you, your words trail off to just noises. You're practically yowling as you slump over, still shuddering and stomach still convulsing when he slows his ministrations and pulls his fingers away. Your vision is white and black and you can't focus on anything he's saying through your ringing ears although you're aware he's talking. It takes a few minutes for your body to calm down, Elvis’ large hands gently rubbing you down like a horse after a race, and it's not until your heart rate slows again that you’re able to open your eyes and try to focus on what he's saying.

“Told you didn’t I, you gonna learn to believe your daddy now? Believe what he tells you?” He’s unbelievably smug and you can hear it in his voice, and in the way his eyes crinkle looking down at you. 

“Course, Daddy,” You blush, “Elvis. Of course, I just - I just didn’t know! I didn’t know what that was…inside me.” He laughs, 

“Well, not everyone can find it doll, it keeps itself real hidden like, less you’re just the right fit.” He squeezes your cheek as he says it before he pats you again and heaves himself up into standing. “Right honey, gonna have to get you all cleaned up - you’ll be drippin’ all night else.” You wince as he wipes at you with a little towel, even his expensive cotton too much abrasion on your still throbbing centre. You roll into the bed, far too exhausted to even stand up, and your eyes are closing as he comes back over with a glass of water, he makes you drink half and you do so, sleepily, while he maintains his grip on the glass. “We’ll have to shower in the morning honey, think you’re fixin’ for a snooze now.” He pulls the top comforter off, throwing it on the floor, and you can just see through your hazy tired gaze that there’s a large wet spot on it. “Least we ain’t gotta change the bed.” He mumbles as he climbs into it. You squirm as he pulls you close against your chest and his hands find their customary positions - one just a little too close to between your thighs but he pets and shushes you, humming a tiny lullaby that makes you fall deep asleep almost immediately. 

#elvis smut #elvis x you #elvis x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader #fic request!! #be-my-ally #big daddy elvis

[undeadcannibal]

I LOVED your post about how the Los Vaqueros squad would react about getting rid of cockroaches and bugs.

I was wondering if you could do another one like that but with task force 141.

You don't have to do this feel free to ignore this request!

Summary: How the 141 guys would react to having to get rid of cockroaches for you.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap

Warnings: Mentions of bug squishing, none!

A/N: Thank ya, Anon. I’m glad you enjoyed the post, hopefully you’ll enjoy this one as well! I have a lot of fun writing for the boys. :3 ( Gif credit: xxx )

Gaz―

When I tell you this man fucking h a t e s insects of all types...

He can’t stand them at all but knows sometimes he has no choice but to power through being around the worst of the worst.

When you two got together and you mentioned being unable to stand cockroaches, he’s screaming internally

Does not want to be the designated bug squisher but also will power through solely for you

He’ll complain about having to get rid of the cockroach or whatever the entire time but does manage to get it done

Absolutely does not like to think about the squashed bug in the trash, don’t mention it to him please, he’ll be forced to take it out and put in a new trash bag, does not feel bad at all about doing so.

Also demands a hug and/or a kiss after for a job well done, praise this man for being so brave please

Price―

He's not all that bothered by insects really.

Even though he's taking care of the bug problem for you, will absolutely live it up like he's your knight in shining armor over something so small.

Can totally see him asking for a kiss as a 'thank you' for dealing with the nasty thing.

When it comes to spiders though? He's the one that's running into another room for safety. I personally headcanon that he can't stand them and always exaggerates the size of the smallest spiders due to his fear of them.

Don't ask him to clear out any cobwebs or places that could have tons of them, he'll refuse unless armed with canisters of spray.

Ghost―

He's practically the designated bug dispatcher of the squad anyway with how unbothered he is by them all. So, when you're together and freaking out, he's already coming over to take care of the problem.

Only thing I see him absolutely refusing to deal with is snakes for personal reasons he refuses to disclose.

Still, he couldn't care less about getting rid of pests for you. Actually enjoys it because it makes him feel all the more useful and worthy of you, in an odd way.

Only thing he doesn't like is that they make you scream because it instantly puts him into high-alert and he's running, ready for anything, only to see you practically climbing the walls to escape a tiny thing like a cockroach.

Absolutely is one of those people that can handle most insects without a care in the world, cockroaches included. But, also doesn't care that much about them in the long run, so also seems like the type to like, flick them off of him if he sees anything on him or you.

Soap―

Lowkey just as disgusted with them but much like Graves, absolutely refuses to let you think something as tiny as a cockroach or something similar has him grossed out.

Even though he'll complain about it the entire time, he's quick to help out.

Disposes of it without a second thought, doesn't care about the whole "they're only crime was being small" schtick, he's killing the bastards.

Prefers grabbing something else to squish the poor bugger because he can't stand the feeling of it squishing, even through the barrier of a paper towel or something else.

#call of duty x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #task force 141 x reader #cod headcanons #headcanons #requests #anonymous #my writing

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex toys, mentions of non-conscensual sex, spiked drinks, abuse/neglect, etc. words -> 3.8K

abstract -> The famous doberman hybrid... something is happening behind closed doors and not just fruits and chocolate.

y/n perspective

“You are somehow worse now that you have hybrids” Wonyoung scolded me as she looked through my closet forcing me to go out with her. She said that I hadn't hung out with her and the girls for three months now. 

Which honestly was true… Now with Wooyoung and San, I don’t really leave. And I was busy with my new book that I've started writing. 

“There, you're ready! And the driver will be here in five minutes so let's start going down” she said as she dragged me out and I saw Wooyoung and San fighting over the remote. 

“Stop hogging the TV!” San scolded and I laughed at the two which must've caught their attention. “She’s leaving so be on your best behavior with you both! I’ll return her soon~” Wonyoung said as we were now in the elevator I waved at the two hybrids who seemed displeased. 

“Where are we even going?” I asked and she smiled. “There's this new restaurant that just opened. Apparently, Winter got us reservations for tonight” she said and I sighed. 

No wonder she dressed me up this way. 

The drive was a bit long as we arrived at this restaurant which had quite a big line. “Woah,” I said and she giggled. “Told ya!” she said and we cut the line as the hostess let us in and took us to our table. It was a really pretty place. 

“y/n!!” I heard as I saw Winter, NingNing, Liz, and Eunchae. “Hi! It's really been a while” I said and they smiled. “Yeah cause you're busy with your hybrids. You’re welcome by the way!” Eunchae said and I smiled. “I owe you one” I said and she smiled. 

“Even though one of them attacked you?” Liz asked worried and I sighed. “We don’t mention that," I said, forgetting what happened.

“How is the traumatized one?” Wonyoung asked while looking at the menu. “San is doing better. Working through some things but he’s a lot better now” I said and they nodded. 

“I heard this place is actually the best at their dessert!” Eunchae sad Winter, NingNing, and Wonyoung whined. “Diet?” Liz asked and they nodded. “It's a special night! Cheat it!” I said and they chuckled. The waiter came to take our order and we talked when… 

“Hello, girls!!” I heard as I saw someone I didn’t recognize. Suddenly Wonyoung’s mood seemed to drastically change. 

“Oh? I don’t recognize you three?” she said pointing to me, Liz, and Eunchae. I also noticed the hybrid beside her… he looked thin. 

“Introduce me!” She said annoyingly and the three looked annoyed and unamused. “Eunchae, Liz, y/n. Meet e/n '' Wonyoung said and she smiled sweetly. e/n… I heard her through Wonyoung stating how rude and conniving she was. Two-faced snake as she would say...

She was apparently famous because of her hybrid Yeosang who was a model, and online influencer. 

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with people outside of the beauty industry. That's a bit risky” she said and the three scoffed. “I have a reservation with others, but honestly they’re quite annoying. You guys don’t mind me joining right?” she said as she laughed it off and sat down. 

I already hated her. 

“So what do you girls have planned?” she said, ignoring us. I looked at Liz and Eunchae who looked quite annoyed. Eunchae pointed at her phone…

I opened mine to see a new group chat…

Beauty Influcers + “Common folk” Eunchae – so are we gonna just take this slander? Liz – suddenly I wanna go to the restroom 🧍 y/n – why’d she come in that way though? Just barged in our girl's night 😢

We were complaining through the group chat when: “You know it's rude to be on your phone when you're in a restaurant” she said and we looked at each other.

“Well, when you ignore them and tell us it's risky that they are our friends I don’t blame them? What are they supposed to do, sit there and get ignored?” Wonyoung said and she scoffed. 

“It's not my fault you're friends with people like them? They’ll destroy your reputation” she said and I scoffed. “The daughter of a rich CEO, an actress, and a model will destroy our reputation, girls,” NingNing said sarcastically. “Oh? Upcoming model and actress? Who’s the daughter of a CEO?” she asked and the girls looked at me. 

“So what do you do? Or are you even planning on working?” she asked me and I scoffed. “I’m actually a writer," I explained and she laughed. 

“A writer? Are you any good at it?” she asked with a clear judging tone to her attitude. “She’s done lots of things, but she writes novels now,” Winter said in my defense and she hummed. 

“You know… I need a script to write for videos I do with Yeosang here. He’s a popular hybrid. I'm sure you’ve seen his videos~” she bragged and I rolled my eyes. 

“No thanks. I’m currently writing a book” I muttered and she hummed. “I hate to break your passion, sweetie. But believe me, I can pay you more than you’ll ever make on those silly little stories" she said and I couldn't defend myself as the waiter finally came and took our order.  

She made the conversation about herself… I half expected her to leave for her so-called reservation. Instead she stayed until dessert. 

That's when I decided to pay attention to the hybrid next to her. She’d order him very small plates of food. He’d also barely touch his food while she ate much more than him. 

He wouldn’t look up at us and he sat up properly. 

“He’s pretty right?” She said while looking at me. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I have to do just to manage him. He’s just so pretty that everyone wants a piece of him” she said with a clear smirk on her face. 

“She already has hybrids,” Eunchae said and she looked surprised. “I bet not as pretty as my Yeosangie~,” she said and I scoffed. 

“Honestly… If San wasn’t bad with people, he could’ve been a really good hybrid model” Liz said and I smiled. “San is really pretty. It's always exotic hybrids who also are sought after '' Winter said and I think they were doing it on purpose. Now taking her attention of. 

“I bet Yeosang is better behaved. He can do anything and everything right!” she said and I wondered what she meant by that. 

“You look confused? Wanna find out?” she asked and I was confused as to what she was implying. “Maybe it’ll convince you to work for me?” she asked and I scoffed. 

“Please… we told her time and time again that panther was nothing but trouble but she always gives him the most attention along with that fox of hers," Wonyoung said as she fixed her lip gloss in front of our unwanted guest. 

“Oh, but he's so sweet! And he’s the best cook I've ever seen!” Liz complimented Wooyoung. “You have a fox and a panther? What a weird duo” she said and I shrugged. 

“Here,” she said, now handing me a card. It was a QR code with a location on it. “Trust me. Go and you’ll understand what I’m talking about” she said with a smug face. 

Yeosang beside her looked… sad? His ears twitched downwards and he had a tired frown on his face as he looked at his full plate, not even enough for a toddler. 

“It’ll be fun~”

“y/nnie!!” I heard as I walked inside and kicked off my heels. I hugged Wooyoung who was right in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asked and I sighed. 

“I hate people” I muttered and I heard two chuckles. “What happened, kitty?” I heard San say as his face got closer to mine and smiled.

“I’m never leaving this place again,” I said he now looked concerned. Wooyoung lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You must've had a really bad day,” Wooyoung asked and I hummed… “But you got all dressed up… how could you look so pretty and be sad” San teased and I sighed.  

“Can I ask you two something?” I asked and I could only see San nod clearly confused. “Can a hybrid really be happy with an owner who can buy everything but be used and overworked?” I asked and they sighed.

“I don’t know… All I wanted was to belong somewhere, I wasn’t given everything I wanted materialistically but I just wanted attention and love” Wooyoung said as he put me down to my bed. “I wouldn't be. You offered me the world but I was sure you’d abuse me… even with everything you gave me, that thought made me angry. I would’ve resented you '' San confessed and I thought back to Yeosang. 

He had to have been lying right? 

“Why do you guys keep your collars on without taking them off?” I asked and they shrugged. “I like it. It's a sense of security, '' Wooyoung said happily. “It's a pretty comfortable collar… I haven't had it bother me. It's almost like when you wear those tight-fitted necklaces' ' San explained. 

“If it did hurt though I wouldn’t wear it for long periods of time” Wooyoung explained. “Why do you ask?” San asked and I shook my head. 

“There was this hybrid I saw with this woman. She… was cocky, rude, and insensitive, and yet the way he acts around her reminded me of a trained hybrid. One who was abused and taught to be submissive” I explained and they looked at each other. 

“Well… that's common. It's why hybrids pity those in the upper class. They get abused more than a common household would. Even then the percentage is still high” Wooyoung explained and I felt my heart ache. 

“Which is why we’re thankful for you. You actually care about us ” San said as he now jumped onto my bed next to me. Wooyoung also joined. 

I only ever felt loved by them… and I loved them back.

yeosang's perspective

“How many times have I told you?! You’re just constantly humiliating me!” she yelled while throwing a wine bottle. 

“It's fine… you’ll make it up to me right?” she asked with a soft smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Why did I always fall for it? Why couldn’t I make her proud…

“That girl. The writer, she’s well connected not to mention the daughter of rich parents” she said and I felt dirty as I knew what she wanted. 

“You know what to do right, yeosang-ie!” she said with a big smile. I nodded and she left me alone in my room. 

All the luxury in the world wasn’t worth it. 

Her stupid penthouse apartment just made me feel unloved, neglected, and like a slave. 

The beautiful clothing made me feel disgusting… and this stupid sparkly collar with this lock only gave me pain. A constant reminder of how I was just a pet.

That girl… she had two hybrids. I pity any hybrid who had a rich owner. 

But at least they weren't alone.

I sat on the couch waiting for the door to open. I was dressed in simple black clothing… There were a lot of erotic items in the bedroom and even the kitchen. 

What fantasy would I have to portray this time?

I heard the door click and I stood up with my head down to show her respect… even if she didn't deserve it. “Have fun~” I heard my owner’s voice. I saw the same girl from the other night look at my owner as she closed the door. She is pretty… I'd at least admit that. 

She turned to me and her face was flushed. Was she drunk? Most of the people who come here are… I hate this apartment. 

“Hello, how may I serve–” “Is there any food?” 

She cut me off and I sighed… I couldn’t have guessed she was into that. Then again it's always a surprise. She opened the fridge and sighed. “Why is there so much fruit and chocolate?” she whined. She brought it out and began… eating it?

Was she just hungry?

“Is there something specifically you wanted? I could request it from room service?” I asked and she sighed. She shook her head and continued eating the bowl of fruit. Occasionally dip it in chocolate. “I think he has food ready at home… When is the driver gonna be here?: she asked. “W-what?” I was confused. “The driver? e/n told me they’d be here…” she wandered off.  

Did she not know what she was pushed into? 

“By the way, she's a bitch?” She said casually, making me let out a quick laugh. It was a random thing to mention. “Hmm. Is it offensive to call someone a bitch if you’re a dog?” she asked and I laughed. “No… not really. Humans made it an insult and if you haven't noticed im not a female” I explained and she nodded.

“Why are you here? Did she want you to convince me to work for her again?” she asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Cause she's a bitch. I make a living off my books… So why is she asking me to do something so simple as scripts? Shouldn’t that be her job?” she complained and I smiled softly. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked and she nodded and felt my heart drop. “I’m waiting for the driver,” she explained and I let out a sigh. “I really want to go home. I’m hungry and these fruits aren’t helping” she complained and she started to hiccup. She really was drunk… out of her mind. 

“What do you want to eat?” I asked now curious. She smiled softly… “I think Sannie wanted meat again. Anything he wants is fine” she said with a smile. Was that her hybrid?

“Who is he?” I asked and she grinned. “A beautiful panther” she muttered as she wandered off with a stupid smile on her face. “Is that right?” I asked now envious. “Mhm… he deserves the world, him and Woo. I’d give them everything I own to make them happy…” she trailed off. Was she actually good to them?

“What are they like?” I asked and she giggled. “The best…” she said progressively now, getting sleepy after eating. “That collar… doesn’t it hurt?” she asked me and I was shocked she’d ask. 

“I’ll be okay” I lied and she hummed. “When’s the driver getting here” she muttered as she now closed her eyes. She sat there with her head in her hands.

She looked like an angel… suddenly her phone rang. It sounded to be coming from her purse… I opened it making sure not to move her to try to turn it off. Instead, I answered the call… “y/n? Where are you, Wonyoung has literally texted everyone to know where you went?” a male voice said… the name was read as Doyoung?

“y/n?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Do I have to call you, Yuta or Johnny?” he asked, sounding worried. “She’s drunk,” I said and it was silent. “Who are you?” he asked now with an angry voice. “e/n took her to an apartment? I’m her hybrid…” I said and he sighed. He asked where the apartment was and I told him. She wasn’t supposed to be here… she was supposed to be at a party out with friends and go home to a warm meal with her hybrids. I was jealous. 

I watched as she slept and I thought about taking her to the bedroom but… I didn’t want to see the array of toys, rope, etc to be there. She was better off sleeping here…

The door was soon met with aggressive knocking. I picked her up bridal style not wanting to let them in. They’d know if they saw everything in here… I stopped at the door. They’d know everything here… would they help me? Report it? I’ve tried before… could it be a trick to punish me?

The door soon swung open to reveal a girl and a guy. 

“Do something, you're the hybrid specialist!” she yelled/whispered. Hybrid specialist? Would he help me… was I even considered abused? “I’m a hybrid doctor, not a specialist!” he said. 

I could hurt her… but she didn’t deserve it. She seemed like a good person…

He soon tried inching closer… he was gonna grab her from my arms–

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain and I hoped he’d do something. Call hybrid control… I’d beg on my knees for him to do something about the bite mark now oozing blood.

“Doyoung!” the girl next to him yelled out as he grip his arm. 

“Call, Kun we don’t know what he did to her and he bit me. We’ll have to do an investigation”

-> y/n’s perspective

“She’s always been a heavy sleeper” I heard as I realized how cold it was. “y/n!!” I heard as I realized how bright the room was. “Huh?” I was confused… Where was I? Why did I have such a big headache? “Jeno, give her some space” I heard and I saw three figures looking down on me. 

“Uhm… hello?” I said and they smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re okay,” Taeyong said and I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, realizing how big of a headache I had. 

“You were in an apartment with a doberman hybrid. He bit Doyoung and is being investigated” Taeyong said and I was confused. “Just know that you’ll have to make a statement if you remember anything. I hope you���re okay” he said as he left and Jeno rushed to get Johnny as they helped me check out of the emergency room. “y/n!!” I heard that I saw Wonyoung in last night’s dress. “What happened?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“I was hoping you’d tell me”

The elevator door opened when I saw San and Wooyoung slumped over the kitchen island sleeping. Have they been waiting for me since last night? Everything is such a blur… 

I rubbed San’s arm knowing I should wake him up first since Wooyoung might startle him. His eyes opened and he saw me with relieved eyes. He suddenly tackled me in a tight hug as I noticed his ears were pinned to his skull. “Where were you!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to say.

“We waited all night!!” San scolded them and they looked angry… “I don’t know” was the only thing I could say. They seemed to soften up a bit before calming down and hugging me.

“What do you mean by that?” they questioned and everything was a blur. “I don’t even remember drinking that much… I was told apparently someone took me to an apartment where her hybrid was? Then Wonyoung and Doyoung found me asleep” I confessed.

San looked angry and Wooyoung worried.

“You smelt of alcohol… and medicine but no one’s scent that would imply anything,” San said.

“Do you think someone spiked your drink?” Wooyoung asked and I shrugged. “That seems like the logical reason…” I muttered now feeling stupid. 

“You said someone took you to another apartment. They most likely spiked your drink, it isn’t your fault” San said and I only looked down. 

I need to try to remember what happened… maybe after a nap. 

I woke up… very confused and with a huge headache. I needed to call Taeyong.

I left the bed that had Wooyoung and San as I realized it was night. We went to sleep early in the morning when I came back since the three of us lost sleep.

“Are you okay?” I heard as I was now on the balcony. “Taeyong, is it a crime to spike someone’s drink? Could they get arrested for it?” I asked. “Of course. Do you remember anything?” He asked me… he almost seemed hesitant. 

“Yeah… e/n she’s an influencer who manages her hybrid—“ I soon saw the door to go back inside open as I saw San and Wooyoung looking at me worried. I offered them a small smile and tapped the seat next to me. “— I remember her handing me a drink and we had a conversation about her stupid job offer” I explained.

Wooyoung hugged me and rubbed his head on my shoulder almost as if he wanted to keep me warm.

“Do you remember anything that happened in the apartment?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Nothing happened… her hybrid was there alone. I remember just raiding the fridge of strawberries?” I said, trying to remember.

I heard his laugh as San now held my free hand. “I’m glad to hear nothing malicious happened. I’ll make sure to give information to Jaehyun in case a lawsuit comes” he said and I nodded to myself.

“Taeyong? There are rumors about her… Wonyoung at the party told me about her invitation. She handed me one about three days ago? It’s a sex invitation with her hybrid… he does her sex work” I said and I felt San and Wooyoung’s grip tighten on me.

“Did he push you into doing anything?” He asked, sounding a little angry. “No… actually he seemed sweet. The night of the dinner he seemed submissive, I think he’s forced into it” I said my opinion as Taeyong only hummed. 

“Do you know anything else I should look into?” He asked and I sighed. “I think she blackmails people… I remember Wonyoung mentioning her suing a few people for inappropriate behavior towards him. I think she wanted to do the same with me” I confessed.

“I’ll look into it,” he said as we said our goodbye and hung up. 

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked and I smiled softly as I kissed his head. “Yeah… nothing happened despite her intention. I just feel bad for him” I said and they nodded. 

“I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be forced into a life like that. You said he was famous right?” San asked and I nodded. 

“I feel bad for whoever it is… but if it was me I would just take it. At least I had a home” Wooyoung said sadly and I hugged him. “But it’s not you,” I said and he smiled softly as he kissed me softly. 

“And I’m thankful to you and San for that,” he said as I saw San smile softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” 

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[jazeswhbhaven]

"Kiss Me More" Mammon <3 (Attacker L-card Prologue React) *Spoilers*

We start here with our Tartaros babes <3 The angels are out attacking them in this huge field that's pretty much on the outskirts of the city. But everyone is handling it pretty well!

First we have my hubby Valefor, holding down the fort with his shields with that big dick energy of his. I swear though he's so cool ya know. Then Bimet while saying something about charging angels a pass fee (love him for that) his skulls are crushing the angels like nothing.

Then sweet little Eligos, the lesser devils that are fighting all come to him, and he's like "EVERYONE CODDLE ME" and they start petting him and giving him praise and he's taking in all of their minor injuries like nothing. So it seems to me Eli can both take away pain and fight at the same time. Neat.

RAH RAH RAH YEAH LETS GO. Tartaros holding it down fr. And we have MC...doing their best by adding Solomon's power to everyone's shields which is pretty cool that we actually get to witness what it is that MC can do in battle.

LMAO Satan allowed MC/Us to go because he knew Mammon would make sure nothing bad happened. And he's right. (also this plays into my ship with Astra and these two when I said he only trusts Mammon to be romantically involved??? hehehehehehe)

But MC starts being a fucking perv during battle and I think it's funny as hell.

First off. That's hot. I'd tell him after battle he looked hot wiping angel blood off him like it's nothing. MC was all like "Damn it's like when food spills all over your big breasts and...ooop." And I was like nah mc me too me too....Valefor with them big ol bigglies just hiding them behind that armor....

And then they were thirsting about how Bimet's bob was swaying and how his serious scowl looked hot and how they wanted to kiss him. Same. And then they look over and Eligos is smiling and waving and MC waves back and that's when all the other devil soldiers around him wave too and MC gets embarrassed lmaoooo

"I should take this seriously" Yes MC, you should...but I mean getting horny on the battlefield isn't too farfetched, we do remember Marbas, Dantalian, yeah they were wildin' on the battlefield too in their comics.

Then we move on to big daddy Mammon <3

Just out here, killin' angels like it's nothing per usual. Love that for him.

Also his muscles were swelling and shit apparently and I'm just here like

pls let me see. i wanna see. animate this or something now.

So while he's going his thing, the angels decided to go after MC and and naturally Mammon is like "nah" and this huge gold curtain is sumoned and they all fall and crash.

Then MC spots an angel that got past his sight and was running up from behind him to attack....

SO COOL SHIT. MC was able to absorb the power from Mammon, and shielded him from the spear! And Once that happened, one of Mammon's hands crushed the angel and that was the end of it.

Except...

OMFG he's...so struck with awe and adoration for MC doing that for him that he's blabbering and being soft and cute and is like "your weak human body tried to shield me wow" (thanks mammon) and goes on about how this act is definitely that of his master and his lover.

OISANFIUSBAFKKKKKKKKKKKSNKJFN LOVEAR???? FOISNFLKSNZC<>Mmmcmmmmclskkk

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GOD HES SO FUCKING HOT WHY

MAKES HIM WHAT

So in that moment he picks up MC and was talkin' bout how even their anxiety is cute, everything is cute, he wants everything about them and I'm screaming omfg

Now here's the fucking kicker.

Suddenly hands lift them up in the air and forms a shape around them right? Mammon. Made a fucking house in the middle of battle.

Out of his golden hands. A FUCKING HOUSE YA'LL.

So you're tellin' me. This devil, was so struck with romance that he made this fancy ass gold house in the middle of battle just to passionately make love to MC because they protected him????? F U C K

YES

H E L P

Mammon pls.

SI R

I'm ready.

Yes daddy I am.

And then it just kinda cuts off after that who the fuck knows or cares I'm trying not to cream in my seat cause Mammon is a big fuzzy romance nerd who wants to stop what he's doing to fuck during an angel attack I'm not okay.

He really said "fuck ya'll I'm makin' love to my master rn I love them."

I have to be strong. I don't wanna spend money on seals when this is going to the red key banner later I really don't. I also am just gonna wait for spoilers that others post that are nice enough to do so and that will fuel me.

I love how soft and romantic Mammon actually is, like out of all of them he's just a big ol' soft bear that wants you to love him genuinely and be his and you also be his and any act of love makes him this way omfg.

Also, this was a quick one part because hm seems like they made the prologue shorter than Beel and Levi's. I assume PB felt they gave too much away in the prologue so now they're cutting back a bit. Makes sense. Only makes us want to pull more so we can see what happens...

I'll do Satan's here in a bit (or tomorrow) his is nearly not what you'd expect it's actually more about what happens BEFORE he even shows up lol. see you there lovelies -your lovely admin♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)

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[somekindofpoet]

La Petite Mort - La Fin

Summary: We get closure

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language

A/N: Okay so this is the end of the story line for LPM. I will continue to write one shots and headcanons, though don't freak out! Also, there was a drabble I'll link here that happened between Part V and this one.

LPM Part I LPM Part II LPM Part III LPM Part IV LPM Part V Drabble

The drive to Big Bend was like living in a dream. Between the motel stop and the scenic viewpoint stop, you’re beginning to wonder if Lorraine actually wants to get to where you’re going. You know she’s excited about her newfound freedom, and you are too, but a serious conversation needs to be had. 

You glance over at her and watch as she holds her hand out the window, catching the wind and then cutting through it like a surfboard. She looks content, grounded. You figure she should be; she just came in the backseat of your truck less than an hour ago. But you still need to make sure she’s happy. That she’s sure she made the right choice. For now, you choose to live in ignorant bliss, enjoy the drive and start the talk later. 

The gas gauge catches your attention, riding low over the E. 

“We gotta stop for gas, you seen any signs for a pump station?” 

She turns toward you, nodding, “Saw a sign a few miles back. There should be a few stations comin up.”

You smile as she reaches for you, taking your right hand and holding it between hers. She scoots closer to you, tracing her fingers up your forearm, giving you goosebumps. Her head rests against the seat, and you can feel her watching you, can see the small smile on her lips through the corner of your eye. 

“You’re gonna have to stop doin that, if you ever want to get out of this truck,” you say, your voice hoarse.

She smirks, “I’m not doin anything, I just want to be close to you is all.”

You lift your arm, inviting her to slide into the middle seat. When she does, you let your arm rest across her shoulders, pulling her in close to you. You kiss the top of her head, your eyes not leaving the road. She hums, lets her head rest on your chest. 

It’s so easy to find moments like this with her. Small pockets that exist outside of the world, no influence or judgment. Just you two. But it’s also easy for those moments to shatter when reality comes crashing in, loud and screaming. 

The gas station is a small one, a family operation from the looks of it. It has two gas pumps that look like they’ve seen better days and a store tucked under the awning. You pull the truck and the trailer under the sunshade and park it.

“I’ll get us the gas, run inside and grab some snacks, will ya?” 

Lorraine nods and slides out of the truck, stretching her arms over her head when her feet hit the ground. Your eyes follow her shirt when it rides up, and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. You pump the gas and watch her walk into the store, her shorts even more distracting now than they were in the truck. 

“Oh buddy, you’ve got it bad,” you say to yourself, turning back to the truck. 

When the gas pump clicks, you return the hose and make your way into the station to pay. Lorraine has an armful of snacks, and you gesture with your head to the counter. She drops her loot there as you grab a case of beer and carry it over. The tv on the counter is blaring a church sermon, and the attendant is watching it with obligated interest. 

You slide the goods over and clear your throat, “Filled up on pump two.”

The woman behind the counter narrows her eyes, making it clear you are inconveniencing her by asking her to do her job. She slides the snacks and beer over with one hand, taking her time. She tells you your total, and you hand a bill over to her, trying not to take note of her attitude toward you. 

As you’re packing the snacks into a brown paper bag, two men walk into the store. They’re rugged cowboy types, and it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. You’d been around their type your whole life, working ranches and rodeos and everything in between. They can be trouble, or they can be extremely cordial. Unfortunately for you, these two are the trouble type.

They make a show of looking you up and down, letting their eyes take their time as they travel over you. Lorraine comes to your side, and both men raise their eyebrows at her. You flex your jaw, trying to find an easy way out of what you already know is going to be an uneasy interaction. 

One of the cowboys whistles around the tobacco in his lip, the other laughs.

“Ladies,” he says, “what’s got you so far out in the country?”

You hand Lorraine the bag of food and hoist the case of beer under your arm.

“Work,” you answer, moving toward the door.

The man on the tv starts yelling about sexual deviance. The cowboy with the dip in his mouth leans in the doorframe, blocking your exit. He takes his hat off his head, smirking at you. 

“What kind of work?” 

You watch him, aware of the other man making his way down one of the aisles to your right. Lorraine inches closer to your side. 

“Ranchin,” you say, keeping it as short as possible.

The man is still blocking the door, so you stop, look up at him. He grins down at you, his teeth yellow with flecks of tobacco stuck in his gums. 

“I don’t know of any lady ranchers round here,” he says, his eyes leaving you and moving on to Lorraine. “George, you know of any lady ranchers?”

The man at the back of the store laughs, “No I can’t say I do, Nate.”

Nate tilts his head, “So if you’re not ranchin, what’re you doin?”

“Did you miss the trailer with the horses in it on your way in?” Lorraine mumbles, and you close your eyes, inhaling deeply.

Nate laughs, “Okay, spitfire! What’s your name? You ladies look like you could use some company.”

You try to casually step in front of her, hiding her with your body as much as you can. “We need to get goin, you gentlemen have a nice day.”

You step toward the door, but he doesn’t move. You stare each other down for what feels like an eternity, sizing each other up. He’s tall, but he’s skinny. You could scrap with him if you needed to, but his friend would make it nearly impossible for you to win. Your revolver is in the truck, too far to be much use now. Plus, these two have guns of their own; there’s no doubt about that. 

The tv on the counter goes quiet, and a woman’s voice breaks the tension.

“Leave them girls alone, Nate, or your momma will tan your hide.” The gas station clerk finally turns herself away from the tv, glaring daggers at Nate. 

He evaluates his choices, and his fear of his mother wins out. He leaves the door frame and pushes past you, grumbling as he goes, “I’s just bein friendly, Marge. No need to threaten anyone.”

As soon as he’s out of the way, you hustle out of the store, making sure Lorraine is on your heels. You jump in the truck, and as soon as she’s in, you’re driving off. 

“God, I fucking hate Texas,” you growl, your eyes flicking to the side view mirrors to see if anyone followed.

Lorraine sighs, resting her head against the window, “So let’s go. Let’s get out of here for good.”

“We can’t leave your parent's ranch, Raine. They need us there.”

“They really don’t, plus we could visit.”

“Do we tell them about us?”

She bites at her lip, thinking it over, “I think they already know, truth be told. But we probably should tell them.”

“I suppose we should figure out what we are before we go tellin them about it, though.” 

The statement is bait, a question for Lorraine to decide on. You think you’re sly, dropping it out there the way you had, but when you turn your head toward her, Lorraine’s expression is amused. 

“Is that you, askin what we are then y/n?”

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. You can feel your face heating up, embarrassed that she saw through your veiled question. 

“I know it’s probably not the best time to ask. You just left your boyfriend yesterday.”

“I haven’t been in love with RJ for a long time. It just took being with you for me to accept it.”

You nod, gulp. You don’t take your eyes off the road. 

“I meant what I said to him, you know.” She reaches out, places her hand on your leg.

“What’s that?” You say, your voice cracking.

“I love you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, your heart racing. You can feel your hands want to tremble and squeeze the steering wheel tighter.

“Can you give me one hour to get us where we’re goin, set up camp, and say that to me again so I can respond appropriately?”

She giggles, her thumb sweeping over your leg, “Of course.”

Lorraine keeps her hands to herself, for the most part, for the rest of the drive. You think about the conversation to come, the interaction with the cowboys at the gas station, and everything that happened with RJ. It all brews in your mind, mixing and melding into a feeling of uneasiness in your belly. There’s a strong undercurrent of happiness tied in with it, pulling you back to Lorraine every time you freak out. 

The camp is isolated, large enough for your truck, trailer, tents, and horses. The daylight is quickly fading, so after the camp is set up, you let CB and Pearl out to wander the grounds. You drag a stack of hay from the trailer for them, but they both beeline to a patch of green grass at the edge of camp. 

You busy yourself with getting a fire going, listening to Lorraine hum as she finishes getting the tent set up. Just being out here with her is enough for you, but a small voice in your head is already screaming for more. An apartment that has two toothbrushes in it. Closets with clothes that are mostly not yours. A life intertwined even more than it already is. You know it’s a lot to ask for. 

“You’re thinkin' real hard on somethin,” Lorraine says, standing over you.

You turn up and grin at her, “Just how damn good I am at makin' fire.”

She smiles at you, her expression telling you she doesn’t believe that for a minute. She turns away from you and unrolls a blanket next to the now raging fire, and sits delicately. She pats the spot next to her.

“Let’s talk.”

Your stomach flips. You sit in the spot she’d invited you to, feeling a lot like a dog on a leash. 

“Right, okay.”

“So, I know it’s not the best look in the world, breaking up with RJ and running off with you,”

“It’s a look I’m growing pretty fond of,” you joke, smiling at her.

She shakes her head, but you can see the smile she’s fighting, “I just want to make sure we’re clear. Getting out of one relationship to jump into another is-“

“So we’re in a relationship?” You interrupt her.

“Oh, um, are we not?” She twists her fingers, anxiety washing over her. 

You scramble to make the situation more clear, taking one of her hands in yours.

“I was hoping so, but I wasn’t sure what you wanted. If you need time, I can give you time.”

She shakes her head, “I’ve had enough time. I love you, y/n. I think I have for longer than I realized.”

You feel giddy, lightheaded when you finally say, “I love you too, Raine. But I can’t promise an easy life. I can’t promise the suburbs or a family. What kind of life would that be?”

She leans over, taking your face in her hands, “It would be a life with you.” 

The fire crackles as she kisses you, soft and sweet, her thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. Her lips are slow, deliberate. She lies back, pulling you with her, your hands planted on either side of her body. 

Cicadas and crickets chirp in the dark around you, the air cool and still. The oak trees circling your campsite tower over you, rustling in the occasional breeze. Lorraine’s body envelops you, warm, welcoming. You’ve never felt more at home than you do in her arms. You figure you should thank her for it, now and every day in between. 

You sit up, pulling your shirt off, and she follows suit. You unbutton your pants, taking your time, each movement intentional. Having sex with her now feels heavier, in a good way. It carries more meaning than it ever has before. 

You’re both naked under the stars when you lean back over her, your hands touching as much skin as they can. You kiss her lips, then move to her jaw, down her neck. She can feel the gravity of the moment, her hands gentle and her breathing soft. Your hands run up her ribs, and your mouth works your way down to her chest. You lick her nipple, bite it gently and suck it into your mouth when she gasps.

She pulls you back to her lips, her legs hooking around your waist and anchoring you in place. Your tongue slides across her lips, and you rock into her, your body applying pressure between her legs. She moans through her nose, her tongue running over yours, her hands around your jaw. 

You descend to her neck again, silently coaxing her grip around your waist to loosen. She gets the message and drops her legs from your hips, allowing you to kiss down her chest again. You kiss her stomach, avoiding the ticklish spot on her side that will make her laugh. The skin below her belly button is soft and sensitive; you take some time there teasing her. She lifts her hips, her eyes dark as she looks down at you. Her hand winds its way into your hair, and she bites her lip as you kiss her where she wants it most. 

She’s not used to you teasing, and for some reason, of all the times to start, you choose now to begin. You lick softly at her clit, not hard enough to be satisfying, just a ghost of pressure. Enough to make her moan and tighten her grip on your hair. You sink lower and tease at her entrance, tasting her on your tongue. She’s better than anything you’ve ever had, ever will have, and you know it. So you savor it, close your eyes and enjoy yourself.

You turn your head to kiss her thigh, and she whines. You look up at her to find her face full of want, almost to the point of tears.

“Please,” she whispers, making your heart race.

You consider toying with her, but you want it as bad as she does at this point. You run your tongue from the inside of her thigh all the way down to her slick folds. Done with teasing her, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck, earning the most delicious noises of approval from her. You alternate licking and sucking until she’s arching into your mouth, the muscles in the stomach rippling and flexing from the exertion. You lick her with a flat tongue while she cums, making it last even longer until she’s shivering and trying to stop you with her legs around your head. 

She sighs, and you slowly kiss your way up her body, taking extra time on the ascent. You forgot about the ticklish spot, and you accidentally make her laugh, which in turn makes your heart feel like it’s going to beat out of your chest. 

Your fingers are already inside of her when your mouth meets hers, the gasp of pleasure coming from her making your eyes roll back. You fuck her slow, each movement intentional in its goal. Every stroke playing the chords of her body, never out of tune. She doesn’t let you any lower than her throat, wanting to keep pulling you up to kiss you after she moans your name. 

She lasts longer than usual, hanging on to every move you make, her hands all over you. She doesn’t want to be done, you can tell, and it makes you smile.

“You have me for as long as you want me,” you tell her, “I love you.”

Like clockwork, she cums on your fingers, dripping onto the blanket and around your wrist. She holds your head to her chest as she gasps for air, her whole body shaking and rolling. You pull back, wanting to watch her ride her orgasm, see the shape her mouth takes when it’s open like this, the color on her cheeks, the sweat on her brow. When she’s done, she pulls you down, squeezing you around your shoulders. When you try to pull away, she squeezes you tighter, shaking her head.

“You said as long as I want,” her voice is low and quiet, her breathing beginning to shallow.

You chuckle into her chest, kiss her skin, resolve to become part of the earth there if she wishes it. 

——

Today is the day. The day you tell the Days about your intentions with Lorraine. A day with the Days, for your Day. You can do this. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, your apartment bathroom cramped but comfortable with Lorraine’s things making their migration. As if on cue, her hands slide around your waist, her head ducking under your arm.

“Are you freaking out?” She asks you.

“No,” you lie.

She grins, “Lie.”

You nod, “A big one.”

She looks at you in the mirror, a reassuring smile on her face, “You know you’re going to be fine. They love you. Plus, I’m pretty sure they know.”

Your eyes dart around the mirror, looking for anything to distract you, “I know. I know. I can do this.”

“We can do this,” she says, squeezing your waist.

You sweat through your button-up shirt on the drive over. Lorraine is at ease; she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest. You are terrified. Scared Mr. Day will throw you on your ass and tell you to never come back to his ranch again. Horrified at the thought of Mrs. Day looking disappointed, heartbroken because of you. 

They're on the couch in the living room when you get there. Lorraine called ahead to let them know you had something important to talk about so they were prepared. Mrs. Day sets a tall glass of sweet tea in front of you as you sit on the loveseat across from them. You clear your throat, and pull on the collar of your shirt. Lorraine sits close to you, closer than she usually would in front of her parents. If they notice, they don't mention it.

You pick up the glass of sweet tea and lift it, nodding your head at Mrs. Day, “Tha-thank you,” you say and gulp from the cup.

You wince; there's a hefty amount of liquor in the tea. She smiles at you and says, “Thought you might need it.”

You frown at her, confused as to why she would think you'd need liquor at noon. You gulp from the glass again. Mr. Day just watches you, his face impassive. 

“So, I’ve asked to talk to you both today because….” you clear your throat again, wipe your sweaty hands on your pants, “well, because I have something important to tell you.”

Mrs. Day nods encouragingly, Mr. Day smiles under his mustache, his eyes soft.

“See, the thing is, I…well…I uhm,”

Lorraine rubs your back, nodding at you. The intimacy in front of her parents is lost on you; you’re too far into your panic to notice.

“I’m in love with your daughter. And I would like for her to live with me.” You say, your words tumbling out of your lips.

Mrs. Day covers her mouth with her hands, but it's not horror she's hiding. It's a laugh. Mr. Day stands, extends his hand. You stand and take it.

“We know, kid. We’re happy for you both, sincerely. Just take care of her.” His gruff voice is as soft as its ever been, his eyes sparkling.

Your mouth drops open, and you fall back onto the couch when he releases your hand. You close your mouth, open it to speak, close it again. Take another gulp of the tea. Lorraine giggles at your side.

“I…how? How?” You stammer.

Mrs. Day drops her hand, her smile still stretching her cheeks, “Oh, honey. You know, when you were about nine, you told me you loved Rainey. You were very serious about it. And you had the same look today. I’ve always assumed it would end up this way.”

“Just took our ray of sunshine a bit longer to come around. Forced me to put up with that boy for years.” Mr. Day grumbles.

Mrs. Day smacks his shoulder with the back of his hand as Lorraine yelps out, “Hey!”

You laugh, fully agreeing with him. Lorraine pulls your arm over her shoulder, and it takes you a moment to ease the tension that automatically shoots up your spine in front of her parents. You relax, smile at the Days.

“I do need you to do me one favor though, y/n, if you could.” Mr. Day says, leaning back on the couch, his leg crossed over his knee.

“Whats that sir?”

“Stop havin sex in my barn. It spooks the animals, and if I nearly walk in on you one more time, I may have to shoot you in the ass.”

Lorraine cringes and hides her face in your arm, and you gulp back a laugh. Mrs. Day lets hers rip, and you can feel Lorraine giggle into your side.

“Yes sir, I promise.” You say, your fingers crossed behind your back.

#lpm #lorraine day #jenna ortega x reader #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hi! how are ya? I just drop in your blog and I just sooo in love! I was wondering if you could write hcs of dating Gwen stacy from spiderverse? thanks a lot!!!

(sure I can! I must warn you though this turned into a fic.)

Dating Gwen Stacy

You guys met in her dimension

You guys had to be good friends before you guys even considered dating

It's either a slow burn, or a love at first sight she tried to avoid

I don't even think she knew it was love at first, she saw you, felt something and tried to stay away from it

But then she couldn't, and you guys took time to be one good friends

When she first noticed she had feelings for you it was awkward as hell

She didn't know what to do about them at all

Was staring at you as you talked, and tried to play it off laughing awkwardly when you caught her

But most of all she just wanted to be around you

Makes time the best she can even if it's for a little bit

When you guys did get together, it was hella awkward at first

She still didn't know what to do

It was a very slow process she needed to get comfortable with

But it was the absolute best when you guys got the hang of it

Cheek kisses, hand holding, regular kisses

I feel like she loves hugs from behind, especially surprise hugs because she instantly knows it's you

Doesn't matter who's hugging who from behind, she loves either way

She leaves a lot of clothes at your place

Because she is constantly doing quick changes she leaves clothes everywhere

You found out she was Spider-Woman

She did not want to tell you at all, especially because so many people thought she murdered Peter

So when you found out she was terrified, was about to leave as quickly as she could

She is the one to run away before she can get hurt, or leave before the chance to be hurt even comes around

You stopped her though, and she is forever grateful you did when you did

Cause she didn't know if she was even gonna come back

Sneaks into your bed after a fight as Spider-Woman

Or if something happened with her dad

She didn't talk, she just wanted to be by you in bed

She got so close to you every time because she wanted to know you would still be there when she went to sleep and woke up

There were very rare times she cried

But when she did, you were always there to hold her or comfort her or just be there while she cried it out

She secretly loved that

You guys are very much so teen love

You guys sneak out to see each other, run around the city, have no idea what you guys are doing most of the time but just glad to be together

Hiding out in abandoned places or on the rooftops of buildings are your dates

Or sometimes you guys will go to a cafe, but she likes small and little dates

A little hopeless romantic I'm not gonna lie

She can sit between your legs and have you play with her hair for solid hours

She remembers very small details about you

Like if you pick at your hands or nails, will hold your hands to help you out with that habit

You like some drink or some specific food?

She gets it for you everytime

Favorite color, animal, how you create to certain things, how you like your stuff arranged, she remembered every small detail

She is a very teasing partner

Doesn't outright say I love you even if she wanted to

It took a long time to say she did

Let's you steal her clothes while she steals yours

Your closets are just combined at this point

Will sit and let you mess around with her hair, she's just glad to stare at you with a smile when you do

Likes watching movies on the couch with you all the time

Movie marathons with just her head on your lap, laying down and you both throwing commentary at the screen

Kiss her forehead or her lips while her head is in your lap

Trust me. Do it.

Can talk about absolutely anything and everything with you

But the most important moments in your relationship are the quiet ones

Like when she shows up at your door, just standing there

Don't say anything and just take her in

Those are stuff that mean the most to her

You guys goof off constantly

Doing each other's homework in subjects one sucks in but the other is great in

You guys cannot take anything seriously

You were her absolute embodiment of her own vision of her own true love

She didn't think you would come along when she was going through tough times, but she's glad you did

She would've stayed with you forever

Would've

She had to leave you behind in her universe, she didn't want to, but with her dad, she did

She didn't see you for a long time, and your last goodbye wasn't meant to be a goodbye

She was in the Spider Society, and she refused to go back

One, because of her dad

And two, because she couldn't face you after leaving you behind with no warning for months

Until more shit went down with Miles, and Miguel sent her home

She had to face her dad, and she had to face you

You thought your eyes were failing you, dtsnding in your doorway.

You wanted to believe, you wanted to. You hoped for months this would happen, but once it did you couldn't move.

Gwen, your Gwen, stood in your room.

The Gwen you spent so long loving, comforting and holding when she and you both needed it.

The Gwen that left without a trace, with a goodbye that wasn't meant to be goodbye.

So you could only stare at her, watching her anxious face as you stared with a blank face, her eyes scanning you over in all the differences and similarities since she had left.

"I know. I know- it's bad." Gwen stumbled over her words, walking forward a step as she held her hands out.

"But- (Name)." Gwen tried once again, more panicked at your silence than your yelling or your words.

Gwen panicked even more as you finally moved, letting go of the door handle to walk closer to her.

"Look! I know you hate me, I would too!" Gwen kept talking, refusing to walk backwards as you got closer and closer.

"But I didn't mean to leave, honest!" Gwen stated, words faster and faster as you now stood right in front of her.

"Oh, come on! Say something!" Gwen exclaimed, your silence scaring her as you merely stared.

You stared right at her, never looking away as her face begged for you to say anything.

You merely sighed, a more angry and relieved one, quickly pulling Gwen into a hug, much to her shock, holding onto her like you would lose her.

Gwen froze, her arms frozen at her sides, hesitant to do anything as she felt your head in her neck, no sound but your breathing and no movement but the rising of your chest.

Gwen slowly, but surely wrapped her arms around your back, her own eyes filled with fear and somewhat comfort as she finally could hold and be held by you again.

"I thought you were dead." You finally spoke up, your words muffled by Gwen's shoulder.

"And I thought you would hate me." Gwen quipped back, holding the back of your head and her arm around your waist as she reveled in your touch.

"I do." You stared, both scaring Gwen and relieving her, knowing she deserved it, just confusing her too.

"Then why-" Gwen tried, confused as her words failed her, you pulled back from her hold slightly, able to look at her with more than a blank face.

"...I'm more happy you came back. I'll yell at you later." You stated, your eyes washing over her face, hesitantly reaching up a hand to hold her cheek.

You moved slow, Gwen noticed. Almost afraid and hesitant to touch her, like she was glass or that she would be gone when you did.

Gwen slowly nodded, sniffling herself as she couldn't help but give a small smile, her hand coming up to hold your wrist.

A lot of shit happened, Gwen knew that. And she didn't deserve to come back to you like nothing happened.

But Gwen needed you, she knew that.

And maybe, she would be selfish once.

Because she was back with you.

And Gwen missed you.

#into the spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #across the spider verse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spider gwen x reader #spider gwen #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader

[starryeyedmunson]

friends with benefits (sleepless nights pt. 2) - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: after eddie caught you masturbating, you felt the need to redeem yourself

warnings: smutty smut smut, piv, oral (m receiving), pet names: pretty boy, baby, princess; swearing

author’s note: so here’s part two, and i’m super out of my element since i’m a total sub. however, i thought the reader needed to take control plus i love a good table turning action. we all know eddie needs a little ego check every now and then. enjoy

pt. 1 here!

word count: 1.9k

Friends with benefits was the perfect arrangement for you and Eddie. After the, ahem, incident, it would’ve just been awkward to go back to a completely platonic friendship. You two agreed that you didn’t want to just not be friends, but there was something that needed to be done about that damn sexual tension. So friends with benefits it was.

And it was great! For a little.

It had been a couple months of this hook up situation you guys had going on, but the inevitable feelings started to kick in and you knew you had to end it. It wasn’t worth losing a friend over, even though you did really like the sex. So one day you went over to Eddie’s house, walking inside unannounced.

“Hello?” you heard the brunette boy call from his room.

“It’s me,” you said back, already walking towards his door. He was playing his guitar quietly on his bed, and when his head made its way to look up at you he smiled.

“Hey, princess,” he said. That damn nickname didn’t really help with what you came here to do. He noticed your quiet demeanor, and he cocked his head. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Uh, yeah, so,” you said, itching the back of your neck. “I, uh, I think we need to pump the breaks on this whole sex thing.” He raised his eyebrows and put down his guitar.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Can I ask why?”

“I just think it’ll mess up the dynamic of the group, ya know?” you said, still not looking at him. You could feel him staring at you as he sighed.

“Alright, fair,” he said. “You sure you’re not gonna miss all this, princess?” he motioned up and down his body, and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Munson,” you said with a smile, and he put his hands up in self defense.

“Okay, okay. You wanna at least stay and hang out?” he asked, a little too casually for your liking.

“Can’t, I gotta go pick up Dustin and Mike,” you lied through your teeth. He gave you a short nod and picked up his guitar again.

“Sounds good, see ya around, princess.” You walked out of the room and out of his house, and you knew you made the right decision even though it hurt.

-

You didn’t even last 6 days.

Everyone was hanging out at Steve’s house, and thanks to his love interest of the week there were a bunch of random girls there as well.

You watched as Eddie talked to some girl that had come, glaring straight daggers into the two of them. She would occasionally put her hand on his chest, and he had his hand around her waist. You were fuming, and everyone could tell.

“You okay there?” Steve said, but you didn’t break your stare.

“Fine,” you snapped. Steve’s eyes widened and he turned to Robin who was staring into her drink to avoid making eye contact with you.

“Do you want-” Steve started, but you didn’t even let him finish as you got up and stormed up to the two of them. The girl paid you no mind, angering you even more, but Eddie glanced over at you. The smirk plastered on his face had steam coming out of your ears, almost like he knew what he was doing.

“S’cuse me,” you said, and finally the girl looked you up and down. You didn’t even notice; you were too busy grabbing Eddie by the collar and dragging him inside. You could hear him laughing behind you as you led him to Steve’s dining room. There was a sliding door that separated the dining room from the kitchen, and you turned around and closed it while still holding on Eddie’s neckline.

“You’re ruining the shirt, babe,” he said. You spun back around and let go of the shirt, walking over to the table. Eddie remained where he was, watching you with an eyebrow raised. You pulled out a chair and faced it towards yourself. You turned back towards Eddie and stepped to the side.

“Sit.” you said straight faced. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a taunting way.

“Excuse me?” he said, smirking.

“I said Sit. Down.” you said, and he maintained his face as he uncrossed his arms and slowly walked towards the chair. He finally did as he was told all while holding eye contact.

You faced him and he looked up at you, watching you as you made your way to the back of the chair. You leaned down, moving his hair to the side and began to place small kisses on his neck. He chuckled but leaned into your touch nonetheless. It was when you took his earlobe in between your teeth that he let out a soft hum in approval. You ran your tongue along his ear before letting go, finally completing your round of the chair. He smirked up at you, but the smirk faded as you slowly sank to your knees.

“And what do you think you’re doing, princess?” he asked. You rested one of your hands on his thigh and began running it up and down his jeans, your other hand moving towards his length.

“Showing you who you belong to,” you said. You palmed him through his jeans, and he pulled his bottom lip into his teeth. Smirking up at him, you undid his zipper, and he started to grab his waistband but you stopped him. “I’m calling the shots here, Munson.” He let out a deep exhale, and you resumed your stroking of his cock through his underwear.

“Please, baby,” he said, looking up at the ceiling. You let out a laugh through your nose, lifting your hands and snapping your fingers for him to finally rid himself of his clothes. You kneeled in front of him as he lifted his hips off of the chair, dragging his jeans and briefs down his legs. He left them pooled at his feet, and you got back onto your knees and took his fully hard dick into your hands.

“Who’s got you this hard? Tell me, pretty boy,” you cooed. “Is it for that girl outside?” He shook his head quickly.

“N-no, it’s f-for you, all for y-you,” he said, hardly managing to get the words out as you worked your hand at a faster pace. You laughed as you hovered your face over it, letting your spit dribble over the tip to get him slick for what you were about to do. You began stroking both of your hands up and down once it was wet enough, looking up at his flushed cheeks through your eyelashes. He was looking down at you with lust-filled eyes, and you finally ran your tongue up the underside of him. His head fell back and he let out a soft moan.

You took him completely in your mouth, moving up and down in the way you had come to learn that he loves. His hands ran through his hair before interlocking his fingers on the back of his head, and he looked down at the sight of you sucking him off. You were now moving at a steady pace, bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue around his tip whenever you reached it. You only removed your mouth to move your focus down to his balls yet still jerking him off, and when he saw you look up at him with those big eyes he was done for.

“P-please, I-” he stammered through moans. “Can- fuck, you l-look so pretty like th-this.” You smiled with his balls in your mouth, pulling off of them with a pop. You stood up slowly, and he stared at you as you took off your bikini bottoms under your bathing suit cover up. His eyes moved down with your bottoms, and once they were off you straddled him. His hands moved to your waist as you hovered over him, pumping him a few times before slowly sinking onto him. He groaned as you bottomed him out, and you began to move up and down at a painfully slow pace. His hands gripped your hips tighter as yours were on his arms to steady yourself.

“You like this? When I ride you like this?” you said. You were trying not to moan yourself but you had to keep the upper hand.

“F-faster,” he moaned. He was a total disaster, looking up at you with glassy eyes and breathing erratically.

“What, like this?” you said, speeding up. He let out another loud groan, but you put a finger on his lips. “Shh, can’t be too loud, baby.” He was seeing stars with the pace you set, his fingers burning into your skin.

“Can’t l-last,” he breathed. “Need- fuck.” You smirked knowing he was going to unravel, and you sped up even more to send both of you over the edge.

“Come on, pretty boy, fill me up,” you said into his ear, and he was finished. His eyes squeezed shut as his dick twitched inside of you, and the slight movement brought you to your own release.

“Shit,” he breathed out, your walls milking him with every flutter. You felt his cum dripping from you and coating both your pussy and himself. You slowed down before getting off of him completely. Your legs were sore, but you weren’t going to let him see that after you basically manhandled him. He was breathing heavily, his eyes still closed as he tried to slow it down. He opened them and looked over at your smirking face, taking off your cover up and cleaning yourself and him.

He finally caught his breath, and he took your hand in his. You smiled, tightening your grip on his limp hand.

“I fuckin’ love you,” he said, and your eyes widened in surprise. “I mean- fuck. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that. But after that little show I couldn’t just not say it.”

“Oh yeah?” you said. He nodded lazily.

“Can you just say it back please?” he said, his eyebrows lifting in anticipation.

“Fine, only because you sounded so pretty earlier,” you said. He rolled his eyes before looking back up at you. “But yes, I love you too.” The same inert smile made his way onto his face, and you lifted him up by his hand. He sighed as he pulled his pants back up, wrapping his arm around you as you opened the door and walked back outside.

“Hey, where’d you guys go?” Robin asked once you guys made it.

“We were just talking for a little bit,” you said. You looked up at Eddie who was staring into space after being completely fucked out.

“Well did you guys finally make up?” she asked, and you looked down and raised your eyebrows. “Oh, please, you really thought we didn’t know? You could cut that sexual tension with a knife, you’re not exactly the slickest people.” You laughed and looked over at Steve, who took a sip of his beer and shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s wrong with him?” he said, putting the beer down. You glanced back up at Eddie whose face was still red and hair everywhere. You coughed and he looked at you then Steve.

“Hm?” he said, and you gave Steve a side stare as he realized what really went on in the house.

“Jesus Christ, are you two serious? That is- ugh that is so fuckin’ gross you know. Where did you even- you know what, don’t answer that,” Steve groaned, but you were laughing too hard to hear him as you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s hot cheek.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine

[jellied-milk]

the nsfw alphabet for my favorite cowboy because I miss writing for him so please enjoy!!

MINORS DNI // 18+ ONLY

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if it’s your first time together, honestly probably dazed a bit.

He’ll gather himself quickly though and gets a rag or his bandanna to clean you off, then himself.

repositions your body, so you’re comfortable first then pulls the covers over you.

Waits a minute before laying beside you to give you a moment to yourself then he turns to his side to hold your waist.

^^ (also because he wants to look at your face.)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Arthur has low self esteem and calls himself, “ an ugly bastard.” so he doesn’t really have a favorite.

But maybe after you two are intimate, he’ll let it slip looking down at you while laying in his cot by saying, “ I love how ya between my arms darling.”

likes to hold you so your waist and thighs. (whether sensual or sexual)

loves to hold thighs while fucking you and grips them tighter the louder you whine.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

will definitely avoid cumming inside, especially in the beginning of your relationship.

cums on your stomach because he likes seeing his spend drip down your body. (and he can also see your flushed, dazed expression).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

definitely wants to cum inside, i just know it (because if he’s having sex with you, he wants you forever.)

likes when you praise and beg him a bit during sex. ( when you tell him, “you’re fucking me feel so good!!” , “oh Arthur, you feel so good inside me!).

Loves seeing his cum on your face after sex especially when you open your mouth and look at him with glossed over eyes.

(imagines what your ass feels while he thrust behind you since it looks so tight).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Short answer, yes he knows what he’s doing.

Definitely learned through a working girl or two in his free-spirited youth.

But after Mary then Eliza and Issac, he decided he didn’t need sex or deserve it anymore.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can see your face really.

Loves playing with your breast and pinching your nipples if you guys are in missionary.

Will lean over your body and suck on your breast while quickly fucking you

Doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you from behind if you ask

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually more serious during sex but sometimes can start with some sarcastic comments before your hands are on each other.

Devotes his attention and effort towards you in that moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

probably hairy than average based on his chest hair and beard. (but would trim some if you asked)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY!! (especially the first time.)

would be a bit cautious and definitely read you for signals for keep going

once he’s found a rhythm, it’s gentle but firm like he’s completely dedicating himself to you at that moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off because he doesn’t have time since he’s always on jobs or doesn’t have the need to.

But if you aren’t together yet and he’s had a few too many then he’ll probably end up thinking about you and how you make feel. Then notices he’s hard and feels a bit guilty but palm himself a little before stroking his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Claiming: he loves seeing his hands on you and his cum all over your body.

Cockwarming: feeling your warm pussy drip down his cock while you’re sitting in his lap

Strength Kink: holding your waist and seeing his hands turn the skin around them red and being able to fold you up to fuck you deeper.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a real bed preferably at a hotel or cabin, so you guys can also be away from the gang and have a sense of normalcy.

His tent while you two are on a hunting trip since he can hear every noise you make.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you’re riding him and look him dead in the eye, he’ll grab your face with one of his hands so you don’t break eye contact and bucks into you faster.

Making you feel good because it makes him feel useful and like he has a purpose. (especially when you praise him, he loves it).

When you sit on his lap and nuzzle into his neck, the warmth from you and the weight of your body makes him hard instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t ever hurt you on purpose in any way.

Cuckholding, it’s a matter of trust between you two in a relationship.

Never will cover your mouth because he loves your lil noises and if you need to tell him anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

personally giving because he wants to hold as much of you as possible.

grips the back thighs and pushes them up or the inside of thighs so he can spread your legs open.

starts with wide, flat strokes up and down the focuses on your clit by sucking on in and lapping the top of your folds.

Will drag his tongue down to your opening and tease it, going in and out til you whine or pull his hair a little for more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly slow, affectionate sex while you guys are on a hunting trip or going to town ,complete alone.

Again after a successful job, he’ll immediately find you, pull you into his tent/room and roughly kiss you before pushing your skirts up and eating pussy like his last meal. He’d work you open with fingers before shoving his cock inside you and setting a brutal pace, so he can keep riding that high.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t really quickies because again, he likes taking his time with you.

He won’t argue if he finds himself in the situation and will focus on you cumming first by rubbing your clit while fucking you fast and hard hitting that spongy spot inside you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With both your lifestyles, you constantly take risk and have fucked in an alleyway or a out of the camp’s border.

You like sneaking up to Arthur while he’s on guard duty and sucking him off. Wrapping one hand around what you can’t fit in your mouth and the other touching yourself, you look up at him and hmm around his cock and Arthur bites his bottom lip to keep quiet.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Arthur knows he ain’t no spring chicken anymore but he can still last about 2-3 rounds for needin a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

it’s 1899, so no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When giving oral, he likes to tease a bit since he loves the noises you make, the feeling of your thighs between his hands, your hands gripping his hair and sheets.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

With his lifestyle, he’s learned to be quiet and not draw any unnecessary attention.

But if you guys got a hotel room, you’d be able to hear his airy grunts and low groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Holding one of your hands during sex whether if it’s slow, passionate lover making or fast, hard, primal fucking.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7” inches and a little thicker than average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Little to nonexistent before your relationship.

After you guys confessed, it starts slow then gradually gets higher over time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Stays awake longer than you do to either clean up a bit or a peaceful moment to himself.

Will lay beside you even if he’s not tired so he can feel your body relax against him.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 arthur