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rootbeerworshiper · 1 month

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anti-social

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summery: what matt was really doing instead of attending tara yummys party

warnings: smut!!! um car sex, p in v, thigh riding, dom!matt, not proofread

a/n: kinda ditched u guys for a week hopefully this makes up for it ily

love, sienna <3

parties were not your scene in any capacity.

it’s not like you’re overly introverted, but the pure chaos that comes with parties was never something that spoke to you—and oh my god getting hit on by a bunch of gross men added to your discernment towards the large, alcohol fuelled events.

this all being said, you’re also an influencer in LA and that comes with a territory that was unfamiliar to you when you first moved to the sunny state.

it’s difficult to get your name out there in a space filled with people just like you, people hungry for any form of relevance they can gather from their peers.

for whatever reason, influencer parties were a way to get yourself out there, creating more opportunity for youtube collaborations and just overall friendships.

real friends aren’t easy to come by out here, too many people becoming easily blinded by an amount of recognition and it’s easy to become fake—especially when you see friendships as transactional.

this was your least favourite part of LA, the part that was more different than anything else you’d experienced back home.

regardless of all the cons you could continue to list for LA parties, they were needed and encouraged by your manager, so you went, more often than you’d like to.

like tonight.

a few weeks ago one of your friends in the space, Tara, invited you to her one million celebration along with her birthday party and it’s not something you could pass up, so you RSVP’d instantly.

you first interacted with the girl when a few of your fans began telling you how funny of a duo you two would be together, and she dm’d you not long after.

she was real. amongst all the fake in this city she was very much herself, and she took you under her wing as you navigated this new lifestyle which you were eternally grateful for.

the one thing you did opt out of was going in the party bus to the party, if you were going to have a fun night you needed peace and calm right before you entered the chaotic headspace.

it takes a while for you to get ready, spending special time on your makeup and hair in order to present yourself properly—plus, it’s a tara yummy party, you sort’ve have to go all out.

you finish getting completely ready, giving yourself a moment to look in the mirror— it’s safe to say you feel stupid.

sporting a small dark red lace camisole and a black leather mini skirt along with chunky black boots that cut off just below your knee is completely out of character for you but that’s not necessarily a bad thing for a night like tonight.

if you stand here too long hyper analyzing the whole outfit you’ll inevitably change into something more you, so you’re quick to throw on an oversized leather jacket and head out of your apartment.

the uber ride is short lived because of the surprising lack of traffic littering the well lit streets.

soon enough you were at the venue, the loud music pouring through the small spaces in the door frame. you sigh, taking in one last moment of silence before opening the door and engulfing yourself in the complete chaos of a tara yummy party.

if the sound wasn’t overwhelming enough, the bright lights flashing throughout the space took the cake for what caused you the most grief.

it was a conscious decision to come pretty late, the later you come the less people are gonna ask why you’re not drinking, most of them distracted by the alcohol that pools in their kale-filled stomachs.

as you walk in you look around for familiar faces but struggle to see anyone you actually know, opting to grab a soda and lean against a random wall—people watching was a skill that definitely came easy to you.

drunk people were annoying to an extent, sure, but part of you envied the care free nature of it all, and as long as they weren’t pressuring you to take shots you actually preferred it to completely sober interactions.

its hard to hear anything in this environment, screams and music fully encapsulating your body, but soon enough you hear a mumble to your left.

you immediately turn your head, detaching the drink from your lips to look at the figure who’s standing next to you.

you’re sure you’ve seen him before, but the lack of proper lighting or a name to the face leaves you lost for a real identity.

“sorry what did you say?” you yell over the music, leaning in slightly to the boy next to you, your ears now focused on whatever words may leave his mouth.

he leans in too. “is that a rootbeer?” he inquires and a smile forms on your face.

part of you was worried his only plan was to hit on you, or make fun of you for something out of your control, but the innocence of the question was endearing. “it is, it’s my favourite drink ever, i could have so many and never get sick of it”

he smiles, sipping on his drink that looks all too familiar. “mine too. how do you know tara?” he yells again.

“i met her a few months ago for a collab and we just sorta clicked, im not too good at the whole influencer thing” you laugh a little to yourself at your self deprecating humour. “what about you? you look familiar”

“i only met her a few days ago, me and my brothers do youtube and everyone wanted a collab so we’ve just been hanging out” he replies, fingernails making their way in between his lips.

“oh fun! i’m y/n by the way” you reach your hand out to shake his.

it’s hard to ignore the tension that forms from a simple handshake. “Matt” he says simply, introducing himself.

you’re hands linger for a moment longer before you remind yourself to pull away from his grasp.

his eyes take a moment to dart down at your silhouette taking in the sight of you as your own gaze focuses on your surroundings, completely oblivious to the way Matt’s licking his lips—he can’t think about anything else but you.

the random girl he saw standing alone at a party filled with annoying people holding up camera, holding his favourite drink. “so are you from here?” he says, breaking open the tension.

you let out a small sigh of relief, it was always easier for you to talk to people that carried the conversation, especially when they look as good as he does. “no i just moved here a little less than a year ago?” you question momentarily to yourself. ��i’m from Boston”

his eyes widen at your statement. “no way, me too” he smiles, running his ring covered hand through his hair.

it’s impossible not to stare at least a little bit, his fingers could genuinely put you in a trance—how good you’re sure he is with them, how much of your throat they could cover-

you can’t get ahead of yourself, these are thoughts you need to keep in the comfort of your own home.

“do you wanna give me your number? maybe we could continue this conversation when we can actually hear each other?” you ask, a sudden boldness coursing through your veins.

“sure id like that” he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, but before he can even hand it to you a familiar hand is dragging you into the crowd.

“you need to loosen up y/n its a tara yummy party cmonnnn” tara groans, fully encapsulating you in dancing bodies before you can even look back at Matt.

you shake it off, forgetting about the cute boy and refocusing on not looking like an idiot in front of so many people.

dancing is definitely a lot easier when you realize no one cares what you’re doing, and when you like the song that’s playing.

so you let loose as tara suggested, arms swaying in the air while you grin looking at your friend, your hands taking turns groping your sides as your hips move to the rhythm of the music.

for once you feel confident, hot even.

not a care in the world because it’s just you—and the brunette boy who’s leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, entranced in your dancing without your knowledge.

you’re actually having fun, singing along to numerous songs on the dance floor alongside influencers who are all wasted out of their minds.

for a moment, through the loud music and the abundance of shining lights you feel a hand place itself on your lower back with a sense of firmness that made you shutter.

before you can even fully turn around, you establish that it’s Matt’s hand based on the way he leans into your neck, speaking in your ear. “back doors in 5” he walks away, his fingers lingering on your bare back longer than you knew what to do with.

what changed?

Matt was a cute nervous guy who loves rootbeer and now he’s whispering your ears and turning you on without even looking at you.

you watch him walk away, joining the mess of a crowd and getting completely lost out of your sight.

5 minutes.

you just have to act completely normal for five more minutes and then your casually meeting up with some guy you just met.

this kinda thing usually fills your stomach with anxiety and fear of the unknown, but right now? you’re more excited than you’ve ever been.

thoughts of Matt flooded your brain and soon enough the five minutes were up, it’s safe to say you walked through the crowd a little faster than normal, eager to see what the boy had in store.

after what feels like forever you get to the back door, the brunette no where to be seen.

you feel like an idiot, getting your hopes up for some youtuber who probably just had fun messing with your innocence, toying with it like a fucking slinky.

after what you consider to be a desperate amount of waiting at the door you give up, the last thing you are is a lost puppy awaiting its owner’s arrival.

you let out a small sigh of disappointment, trying to ignore the lump in your throat that forms as you make your way back into the crowd.

before you get far, you bump into someone who’s practically running through the open space cluttered with people dancing, a light sting entering your shoulder. “what the fuck is your problem?” you say, a little more pissed off after you got stranded.

this is until you make eye contact with the body you collided with, a familiar set of blue eyes looking down at you. “i’m sorry i was coming i swear but Chris needed me for something and-“

“you’re okay, i just thought you left me” you smile grabbing his shoulders to stabilize his rapid thoughts that are clearly over taking him.

he lets out a breath of air, smiling back at you but still licking his lips with a sense of hunger that made you melt beneath his gaze.

“let’s go, yeah?” he places his hand in your own and begins to lead you out of the venue. in all actuality you shouldn’t be leaving with him, but he’s hot and he’s kind and the way his voice puts you in a trance has you needing him in ways unfathomable.

it’s a short walk to outside but you immediately feel better with the fresh air entering your lungs, your chest expanding the moment you leave the sweaty party space.

Matt seemed to feel the same relief, you can also see him a lot better now, the street lights illuminating his face making you realize just how attractive he is.

you weren’t even entirely sure what his plans were, but being anywhere but that party was all you needed. “i hate parties so much” you say, beginning to walk along the sidewalk, most likely walking to his car parked somewhere on the street.

“me too, my brothers are always convincing me to go to them but it’s actually my worst nightmare” he replies, hands placed in his pockets as you walk.

“how many brothers do you have?” you ask.

he smiles, as if the mere thought of his family was enough to bring him joy. “i have three but i’m a triplet actually”

“no way!” you grab ahold of his shoulder, an excited habit of yours that you haven’t been able to kick. “that’s so fun i wish”

he presses the key fob latched onto his jeans by a clip and you see an suv unlock ahead of you as you walk, its lights brightening up the space around the vehicle.

you open the door to the passenger seat, the boy walking around to enter the driver seat. “do you have anywhere you wanna go?” he asks, looking at you as you buckle your seat belt.

“anywheres fine with me i just could not be at that party any more” you reply, now fully situated and earning a nod from Matt.

it’s tight street parking and it definitely will not be easy for him to pull out, but he turns on music, mac miller now playing softly through the speaker as he reaches his arm back behind your seat to back out.

you try to focus on anything else, but the way his hand grips the gear causing his veins to become more defined has you shifting in your seat, subconsciously trying to relieve the tension forming between your legs. “i like your rings” you say shyly, failing to mention the ways you want to feel the cold metal inside of you.

“yeah?” what you don’t know is the way his pants are straining from the sight of your plush thighs squeezing together on his leather seats, how badly he wants to be in between them. “i like em too”

you cough, trying to mask the way his words made you feel. “how come you don’t like parties?”

he checks over his shoulder, changing lanes before turning into a park parking lot. “i’m a little anti social when it comes to that kinda stuff”

“just social with me then?” you ask, hoping to keep this conversation going in the right direction.

he scoffs with a smile on his face, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs slightly as he makes himself comfortable. “yeah just you”

it’s silent for a second, you let different responses to matt’s words linger in your head before finally speaking, your own seat belt now unbuckled as well. “what made me so approachable?” you lean into him slightly, placing your elbow on the centre console and holding your chin up by your hand.

he holds your eye contact, leaning in slightly closer. “well at first it was your smile” he lifts his hand to trace along your jaw, you immediately swallow the lump in your throat.

“then it was how you look in that skirt” his hand makes its way to your hair, fingers grazing your scalp as he mumbles.

“and then” he leans in now, lips aligned with your ear. “it was the way your hands traced over your own body, how desperately you wanted me to see you like that, how desperately i wanted those hands to be mine” his left hand grazes over your bare leg, lightly swaying it back and forth causing you to shiver.

he doesn’t break eye contact once. “Matt please” you beg, not specifying what it is that you need from him.

“what do you want?” his lips make contact with your neck, placing soft kisses along every sensitive spot. you bite your lip to drown out any pathetic whimpers that threaten to leave your mouth, the sensation of the neck kisses alone have you soaked.

you breath pretty heavily, focused on the way his cold rings threaten to make their way to your inner thighs as he speaks. “i want-“ his thumb places a teasing pressure to your clothed aching clit. “i want those hands to be yours”

“there you go, wasn’t so hard was it?” he teases, your legs spreading apart subconsciously, your core begging to be touched.

but he continues his slow movements, his mouth now working its way to your bare collarbone, your back arching into his delicate touch.

before his lips can make their way to you chest you stop him, your finger interfering with his actions, guiding his face up to yours. “kiss me please” you whisper, begging for a sense of intimacy and innocence.

he smiles, breaking his tough guy persona slightly as he leans in to meet his lips to yours. somehow, although you were strangers a mere hour ago, it feels comfortable.

the comfort switches to passion quickly, his hand squeezing your thigh as your tongue slides into his mouth.

it’s short lived before he’s leaning out of the kiss and moving his seat back in one motion, legs spread with room for you on top. he motions for you to come over but for whatever reason your mentally stuck in your seat, frozen in fear at the realization of what’s happening.

“don’t act all shy now baby c’mere” his hands place a light pressure to the sides of your hips guiding you over the console and onto his thigh.

you look down at him, smiling like a goof because you’re on top of a hot boy in a parking lot. “hi”

your arms find solitude on his shoulder to balance yourself, his hands still on your hips as his thigh bone has you weak on top of him.

he keeps one hand on your lower back, the other reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, fully taking in the sight above him. “you’re so beautiful”

your eyes widen at the sentence, taking compliments was never easy for you especially not in this setting. “okay stop” you push him slightly, breaking eye contact to avoid getting flustered.

he turns your chin forcing you to look at him again, leaning into your face. “you are beautiful” he kisses you before you can even deny it. his fingers are quick to toy with the hem of your small shirt, the same shirt that had his mouth watering earlier—the same shirt your delicate fingers ran over as you danced.

“lift” he mumbles, causing you to lift up your arms without a second thought, completely forgetting that you made the decision to not wear a bra tonight.

the look in his eyes is one of pure hunger, your chest displayed right in his eye-line, it takes everything in him to fight back a small moan from the sight alone.

he places a few more teasing kisses along your collarbone while his hands make small circles on your exposed chest. “are you gonna use me to get yourself off pretty girl?” he asks, now taking on hand to guide your hips, rocking them on his thigh with a smirk on his face.

you just nod, too embarrassed to say the words out loud and his mouth immediately makes contact with your left nipple, using the tip of his tongue to lap around the bud. without further hesitation you begin to grind your hips into his leg, his hands now pulling up your skirt lightly to allow more movement.

the consistent pressure of his upper thigh on your clothed clit has you hiding your face in the crook of his neck, not wanting him to see your face as it’s riddled with looks of pleasure.

his hand continues to guide your hips onto him, your fingers interlaced in his hair as let you out muffled moans into his neck. his lips can’t help but form a smirk as the pace of your hips increases, the pleasure building in your stomach at the continues sensation. “such a fucking slut for me, getting off on some strangers thigh” he mumbles, his hands grabbing your ass, squeezing it under the skirt.

you squeeze your legs around his thigh, body chasing more pressure as the pleasure continues to roll through your hips. at this point your a moaning mess, as embarrassed as you are you physically can’t hold back. “mmh fuck matt”

the whiny words leaving your mouth have an effect on his that he wasn’t expecting, his length only increasing at the sound of your noises. he shifts you up slightly, selfishly placing your clothed core on his own center, the buldge giving you something to grind on. “fuck just like that there you go”

he fights back his own moans, still using his hands to force you closer on to him, your pace going faster as a familiar throbbing in your clit signals your closeness. “i’m-“ you let out yet another moan. “close”

Matt lifts his hips slightly, his bulge hitting you exactly where you needed, your legs squeezing around him as you reach you high, his hands not stopping the motion once as your fingers pull on his hair. “okay okay” you sigh, out of breath and exhausted.

you kiss him again, it’s safe to say you’re addicted to it and he definitely does not mind, what he doesn’t expect though is your hand that cups his bulge mid kiss, causing his open to open slightly, unable to kiss you back at the sensation of your hand on him. “fuck don’t tease me baby”

you giggle slightly at how easily you were able to make him fold. “you gonna ride me or what?”

you don’t even answer, instead your lips find comfort in kissing his neck while his hands make their way back to your chest, your nipples completely hardened above him, his hot breath making you squirm under his closeness.

he takes his shirt off and you can’t help but stare for a moment, the vast amount of tattoos are a turn on you didn’t know applied to you. “stop staring and do something” he demands, causing you to unbutton his pants and slide the down slightly, just enough to spring his length free.

you waste no time spreading the pre cum on his tip causing him to shutter slightly. “cmon baby you know what to do”

deep down you know you could give in, you know you could immediately sink onto him and give him what he wants—but that’s no fun.

so instead you time your time, running his tip along your underwear so that you can still receive a small amount of pleasure from your teasing, licking a stripe along his jaw.

what you weren’t expecting was Matt’s hand interfering, sliding your underwear to the side and immediately inserting himself into your center, thrusting upwards without giving you a chance to adjust. “if you’re gonna act like a brat you’re gonna get fucked like one”

you can even mumble out a reply, the feeling of his length hitting your g-spot repeatedly at a speed you have yet to experience has you practically biting his shoulder, squeezing onto his sides as his pace doesn’t let once.

the sight of your tits bouncing up and down with every thrust is enough to make Matt crazy, and the combination of your moans, he could be here like this forever—but he can’t because the way you rolled your hips on his clothed dick already almost made him cum, and him inside of you? he won’t last.

you’re close too but still unable to speak coherent sentences, Matt’s hand sliding down in between your bodies to play with you clit while his thrusts continue.

you are fucked out of your mind to say the very least, eyes rolled back, toes circling, just gone.

lifting your head, you make eye contact with him, the sight of his face that’s currently lost in pleasure is enough to send you over the edge, his fingers still gliding along your puffy clit as he fills you up.

this time he’s the one leaning in for a kiss. “you’re amazing” he mumbles, fully encapsulating your lips with his own once more.

it’s peaceful like this for a moment, soft kisses being shared back and forth, music still playing through the speakers—this is until you hear a phone ring.

Matt’s getting a facetime call. “fuck” he mutters, reaching for his phone to see his brothers contact photo. “just be quiet please?” you nod, smiling slightly.

he answers the call for a quick moment, a camera on the other end pointing at his face temporarily. he simply assures his brothers that he’ll be back to pick them up and he hangs up as soon as possible. “sorry” he leans into your neck, kissing softly.

you just laugh in return. “it’s okay we did kinda ditch everyone”

“i’d do it again in a heart beat” he smiles into you, completely let go of his intense demeanour from earlier.

you trace small lines on his chest, his hands laying softly on your sides. “i still need your number” you mumble, biting your lip as you look at the boy.

“you think?” he teases, grabbing his phone and going to the phone app.

“fuck off Matt”

a/n: i cannot end fics for the life of me and im too lazy to proofread this! @luv4kozume respectfully it’s time for you to write❤️

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m-ayo-o · 4 months

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thinking of throat training with the jjk men…

18+ smut explicit fellatio - deepthroating : reader with varying experience. to those who have no gag reflex, this may not apply

Toji

What throat training? If you can't deepthroat he's not interested. If you said you could then you can.

“Baby, don't fuck about. I'm not sitting around here getting my dick sucked by some kitten–”

You choke on him one more time and you feel his hand on the back of your neck.

“Loosen your throat. Like you're yawning–” he pulls you in and you're amazed that it doesn't stop this time. You've done it before, but you were just struggling with his… girth.

“That's– more like it.”

He sinks past the barrier of your throat and finally gets what he wants. With tears littering your cheeks and your hair tugged into a ponytail he fucks your throat.

“Atta girl, keep breathin’- knew you could do it– looked hot choking on my dick though, maybe I should fuck around with less experienced girls more often, hm. Oh, you would like that? Uh huh? Can't talk with your throat stuffed, tell me later.”

Satoru

He was so good about this. Getting into a sexual relationship with Satoru Gojo was an experience. He's demanding, needy, impatient, but at the same time incredibly sweet and sensitive.

So of course he let you take your time with mastering deepthroating. You were pretty good to start with, and he's honestly taken back by your determination… since he's so long.

“Baby, ngh– th-that’s far enough– oh, oh my g–od!!”

You know he adores regular blowjobs– being sucked off and licked gets him perfectly dizzy, but you wanna make him see the fucking stars.

So you've been practising (with a dildo ofc you're not a cheater).

“H-how– how are you doing that, princess??”

You pull away for a big gasp of air–

“Wanted to learn– f’ you-”

You kiss his tip and take him back down all the way, earning his love drunk slurred reply.

“Goodgirl– o-oh- oh my f-fucking god uhhhuhh y-you’re so good at that babyyyy-!! Don’ stop don’ stop pl-pleease ‘mmmm gonna—!!!”

He cums so loud and so quick, you both get addicted.

Kento

Now this man, quite frankly, does not give a fuck if his sweet girl can get his dick down her throat or not. He's more concerned about what you'd like for brunch, what's your favourite champagne, or whether you're a morning person.

However, with your growing desire to impress him in the bedroom, after his skilled and passionate ministrations that have left you feeling cared for wholeheartedly, you decide to talk to him about it.

“You want to— what?”

He's amazed at first. A completely sweet and innocent girl like you, bringing this up with him? Sure, he's experienced it a couple of times before but he doesn't expect it. The idea of doing it with you got him hard on the spot, though.

“Ok, honey. You'll have to practise with your toothbrush, then we can slowly get bigger.”

It's a team effort, but within weeks your gag reflex is lessened and you're feeling more confident. You're ready to try it with him.

“Sweetie, go slow, n-no just be careful.”

He sits motionless on the edge of the bed with you between his knees. His hips are still, his hands are by his sides. Your throat is opening up for his tip and…

“Oh– sweet– fuck—!”

It's euphoric. Your stern and serious man is struggling to keep his mouth shut today.

“Mmm– honey y-you're too good to me, I love you so much, you know that? ‘n– y-you didn't have to do this– I, I can't believe you went to all that effort… for me.”

Says the man who goes down on you for an evening and calls it ‘foreplay’. It's all worth it, for him. You would do anything for him, not that he'd ask.

“O-ohhh sweetheart– you feel amazing–”

You're so satisfied with his unusually loud moaning- you'd like to do this very often.

Suguru

If you can do it, it's a bonus.

“Oh, you want to– ok, just t– woah–!! Take your time–”

You've already been practising for him. You wanted to surprise him.

“H-holy FUCK! Baby-baby ohhhooh sshhit—”

He's grabbing at the sheets, desperately trying to keep himself on this planet.

But you want him to lose it a little– you want to take his composure for a change.

You pull away briefly and tell him–

“Suguru, fuck my throat, ‘can take it–” and quickly swallow him down again, grabbing his hips.

He's fucking thrilled.

“Ok, ok sweetie, kneel down on the floor– yeah, now— uuuhhuhh– that's it, right there baby let me use that throat– yeah– ohmygoddd—!”

He is no longer the cool, calm and collected Suguru you know and love. He's losing it all for you; one hand fisting your hair, the other on the back of your neck, while his hips guide his cock up and down your throat.

It's an intense experience, to say the least, but when his orgasm takes him by surprise and you get this marathon sex god cumming down your throat, with sounds so pornographic you could cream on the spot? It's all worth it.

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gomzwrites · 11 months

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The taskforce 141’s favourite steamy moments

Contain smut(18+), minors do not interact

a/n: I wanted to write something that the 141 members like the most whenever they have some spicy moment with the reader >:) so I decided to give smut writing a go! These are arranged based on length, I apologise for writing such a short one for Ghost as I was struggling to make it as gender-neutral as possible(if it still comes out as fem, Im so sorry!), maybe next time I’ll do specific gender one post at a time, but for now enjoy this mess :> Tags: xgn! Reader, dry humping/grinding, eating out(reader receiving), submissive, teasing, riding(implied sorta), biting, slightly possessive behaviour, hand job - let me know if i missed any tags reader's text is in purple PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Simon Ghost Riley - taste

Ghost likes it when you run your fingers along his hair, soft and gentle as he closes his eyes and savour the gesture. But he likes it best when you scratch his hairline and lock your hands in his short blonde curls.

Ghost has been in between your thighs since he dragged you into his room, he laps on your entrance as he sloppily licks up your sensitive sex, sinful slurping and moans filling the room. He works his tongue expertly, mixing those arousal juices with his saliva as he grunts and groans. You watch with teary, half-lidded eyes as he slowly retracts from your aching sex and trails teasing kisses around your thighs before he bites down as you jolt.

S-simon…!

You whine out his name as he hums and graze his teeth along your thighs, taking his sweet time as he watches you grow increasingly desperate, turning into a whimpering mess on his bed because of him.

He spread your leg further as he let his tongue dance against you, watching your back arches up as he moan into your sex, causing a shiver to run down your spine as his deep husky voice reverberated through your entire body. He looks up to you with those dark eyes that are blown out and filled with desire, hungrily pinning your hips down with his eyes alone.

“Be good”, was all he said before he latch onto you again as he devour you like there was no tomorrow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

John Soap MacTavish - wants

You struggle to breathe properly as your chest is fully pressed on top of your desk, now messy and with papers and reports that are scattered about and long forgotten.

Grunts and moans filled your room as Soap has your hands pinned on top of your head, his other hand grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your hips that always leave purplish-red marks the next day.

“Fuck y/n…..” Soap slurs as he buckled his hip at your ass, both of you still have your gears and clothes on, leaving only the bulky vest on the floor as he grinds on you, so desperate, so fucking desperate.

He leans down to bite on the back of your neck causing you to moan as you feel his tongue lap at the bite marks and suck gently to soothe the flesh, now littered with goosebumps. You can feel how warm and hot he is from your back despite the layers of clothes, and you can hear his heartbeat too when he starts thrusting you faster, harsher, pressing his chest and his hips on you, as if he’s moulding your entire body as both of you are mushed together perfectly.

‘It's not enough…” he growls as he continues grinding on you, voice getting lower as he frowns and bites down on your neck again, another mark as he lets out pants of frustration, you gasp and moan at his bites as you push your hips back to meet his.

‘Yeah just like that…fuck…..fuck. me.” he lets out a deep sigh as both of you fight to push your hips towards each other to be impossibly close, you can feel it too, you can feel how he angles his hip so that every time he snaps and presses onto you, you can feel his tip poking at your entrance, making you roll your eyes back as you sob softly.

You want him, just as badly as he wants you. God it’s not enough, it’s never enough at all and yet every single fucking time, he does it still, it's too painfully good to stop, to pause this heating moment to remove some fabric, no, there’s no way he’ll stop, it's as if he’s afraid that doing so will result in these pent-up emotions and arousal slipping away.

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Captain John Price - voice

John likes it when you hold back your moans and voices whenever you guys do it in his office, since his room is in the centre of the base, that means there are other rooms besides, and the walls are not exactly the thickest.

Sure, he absolutely loves your moans and the way you scream his name whenever he pounds you hard never fails to make him lost in ecstasy. But nothing riles him up more than hearing the voices you make that only he gets to hear.

He loves it when you suppress your moans, because it makes it so your voice tends to become whinier, and more desperate, reaching a pitch that sometimes has surprised him and yourself. He loves it because when you try to be quiet by squeezing your head into his neck, mouth biting on his collar as he drags his thick cock in and out of you, he gets to hear all those little gasps and pretty little moans that are barely audible.

John loves it, and he absolutely likes to break that resolve of yours, he likes to push all the buttons to see you crumble before him, and he knows when he is on the right track when you start to pant harder, and those whimper escapes more as you shakily grab onto his arm,

J-John….please…

he smirks as the pleas come spilling out from your mouth whenever you feel like you couldn't hold in your moans more.

“Awwww….too much?”

He would whisper back into your ears as he draws out each word in his deep honey voice, hands coming down on your waist before he slams it down hard on his hip, causing a startled yelp and a jolt of shiver running down your spine and let out a string of suppressed curses and moans.

He chuckles deeply, hot breath fanning against your neck when he watches your eyes tear up and your mouth opens as you let out a silent scream, still holding on as you shake your head and mutter to him, “N-no…m-my voice-” you didn’t finish your words as he clashes his mouth with yours, swallowing your pitiful pleas before biting down your lower lip as he pulls back, smirking as he bites down your shoulder.

“Let it out”, he challenges you with a raspy voice as he kisses the bite marks around your neck and nibbles softly when he coos at you, watching you squirm around as he gives you a mischievous look, oh he is going to, and will bully you until he has you screaming his name. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Kyle Gaz Garrick - hands

Kyle loves it whenever you take your time and tease him with your hands, you can feel how his thigh muscle tensed up and how he let out his breath shakily whenever you trail your finger around him. He always likes it when you start slow, gently trailing along his neck first as you kiss and softly nibble his ears, before you slip your hands down lower as you rest it on his chest, and those eyes….those big doe eyes of yours whenever you look up to him and whisper so sweetly, honey tone dripping out from your irresistible mouth absolutely drives him mad every time, and send his head into a spiral heat of want.

You like it, hm?

He gives a nod as he lay back on the sofa, completely melting under you touch as he squeezes his eyes shut when he feels your teasing hand trailing around his chest, sometimes flicking his nipples that cause him to jolt as you giggle,

Mhm, you do like it…

Fuck, you’ve barely done anything and he already feels like his losing his mind, only being able to nod frantically as words fail to come into his mind. As you slowly reach down, resting your palm just shy above his pants, his grip on your hip tightens as he desperately wants you to go lower, to give him what he wants. He loves it because you always manage to rile him up, giving some relief but never enough, it's like you knew exactly how he works.

Hmmmmm what do you want…pretty boy?

You whisper back teasingly as you brush your lips against his ear, you watch as his boxers get tighter when his arousal increases, even a small stain was visible now the more you tease him with the nickname, his favourite one, among all the other things you call him.

“Ah fuck….please y/n…”

He begs as you slowly pull down his boxers, bit by bit as he lifts his hips up on instinct to help you remove them, then you slowly let him free of these hellish restrictions, and you make sure your hand doesn't touch his hard cock that flings up as you remove the boxers, watching the red angry tip leaking as he lets out a content sigh. Yet as free as he is at the moment, he needs more.

“y/n….god…please….”

He whines softly again as you rest your hand on his V-line, trailing those deep beautiful grooves as you hum idly and press your body against his. You continue moving your hand along the V-line before you lightly ghost his cock with the middle knuckle of your index finger, running it all the way from his tip to the base.

Please what hm?

He lets out another whimper when you tease him again, trying to be good as he bites his lower lip to stop himself from flinching so much from how sensitive and needy he is, he nuzzles into your neck as he pleaded with a desperate tone, voice crackling at the end as he gulps in between words.

“Please….fuck….please touch me….touch my cock…need to feel you please….”

You chuckle as you kiss his cheek and snake your hand down to hold the base of his cock, watching him buck his hip up to seek those sweet, sweet friction. Who are you to deny him when he begged so nicely?

Good boy~

you whisper back huskily as you wrap your hands around his length, he takes a sharp inhale and lets out a trembling moan as he slung his head back to the top of the couch, his hand holding your hips, to ground himself as you start moving your hands around his cock, sliding upwards as you wipe the precum of the tip, teasing the tip as you slowly pump your hand down and watch another string of precum leak and flow down his length, you run your thumb along that one prominent vein as you press on it slightly, the agonizing slow speed you’re doing makes Kyle gasp as he frown and grab your hips tighter,

“fuck, so good….hmm fuck your hands….ah…”, he lets out a loud moan lightly when you kiss his ear lobe, whispering sweet nothing as you attack his ear with your tongue, moaning and letting sloppy noises consume his head, you take this opportunity to reach out and interlace your finger with his other hand as well to overwhelm him in every sense.

He prays internally as he tries his best not to come right here right now, you just started stroking him but he already feels like he’s about to explode. He can’t help it when he can feel your hands, every crease of your finger swiping along his girth as you pump slowly again, god and your thumb? Whenever you use it to press down on him he swears his vision goes white for a moment.

“Don't stop….”

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a/n: yes yes I know yet another longer section for Gaz, I am, and forever will be biased towards our babygirl, YOU CAN'T STOP ME *runs*

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sleyu · 9 months

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thinking of perv!bf james who begs you to let him take dirty polaroids of you for when you’re apart. cause how else is he meant to get off without an image of his cum on your pretty tits or you choking on his cock? definitely keeps them in his wallet for easy access too

perfect timing, i just came back from work and all i could think about as i was making people’s drinks was perv ! james…

i am positively going insane at the thought of this. i referenced james asking for photos of you in my james bf headcanons, but i totally forgot to mention all the nudes he would beg for during summer vacation.（；＿；）♡

dating you has gotten him sex addicted and he can only spend so long merely imagining your face and body :( he has such a tough time cumming without you and he hates not having you there or being forced to resort to masturbating because it only further reminds him of his loneliness.

but, the photo-system you guys developed assures him that he’s the only one that gets to have personalized photos of you in his hands that are attached along with every love letter you send him. it also eases his loneliness and makes spending time apart easier for the both of you.

right before school ends, you suggest taking photos of the two of you for when the summer holiday begins and you both are separated by the barrier that is vacations and dependent families.

james practically loses his mind at the thought of this and he makes it his mission to take photos of you from his favourite angles and sights: taking you from behind (he begs you to turn your face to look at him so that it appears in the photo), your cum-covered face and tits, your legs spread with cum dripping out of your abused cunt, you choking on his cock, and your naked, spent body sprawled across his bed, fucked out after a particularly rough session.

some photos are downright filthy (every photo with the cum) which are the ones that he jerks off to the most, whereas others are taken with an artistic eye, aesthetically pleasing enough for him to put in his wallet or on the corner of his bedroom mirror.

the photo of you in his wallet would be something pretty and taken with purpose. it would either be your cum covered, smiling face (so that anyone who takes a glance at his wallet would assume it’s simply an innocent photo of his girlfriend), or, as we know, james loves the risk, a photo of your bruised and bitten tits, littered with hickeys and love bites.

god, when james finally reaches home from hogwarts, he immediately locks himself in his room to pull out the envelope of polaroids he’s taken over the year, eagerly searching through the photos he had taken of you. james is such a little pervert that his cock was already beginning to throb at the mere thought of jerking off to those photos of you.

even though you knew that he had these photos intended for his own personal, depraved purposes, something about pulling out his cock out from his slacks and slowly stroking himself to your pretty, candid, unknowing face—occasionally slapping his cock gently on the laminated paper—was so filthy and lewd to him.

of course, the picture deal has to be mutual and he’s more than happy to send you nude photos of him. one of the photos would be his hard, leaking cock tributing to the cum-covered photo of you smiling. looking at the photo and realizing how creepy and perverted it comes across only made the ache in his cock worse. he’d graze his length against his pillow, groaning to himself, making a silent prayer that all of this is enough to relieve the constant need in him and his craving for your cunt.

‘’m so fuckin’ sick,’ he’d sigh, grinning wolfishly.

i also have a sick feeling that not only james, but the rest of the marauders favourite photos to jerk themselves off to are the innocent ones in which you’re smiling happily into the camera, showing off your pretty sundress. of course, nothing beats the lewd photos of you, but they find themselves cumming harder at the unsuspecting photos, imagining your cute, smiling face in front of them, eagerly waiting to be covered and marked by their cum. something about tainting and subsequently corrupting the innocence and purity that the casual photos reveal drives them mad.

‘gonna fuckin’ ruin you the next time i see you—fuck,’

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blackkwidowed · 2 months

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Rewatching black widow has led to the conclusion that in the scene in Norway where Nat is watching the movie in her trailer, that woman is entirely just in a shirt and underwear.

norway nat is a favourite of mine, here is another lil taste of my brain. did someone order dirty talk? she's not wearing underwear this time

Nat emerges from the bathroom, quietly pottering down the hall to where you're half-lay on the couch with a book in your hands and a blanket over your lap.

She's wearing your shirt this time, you note. It makes you smile softly at her as she reaches you, taking the book from your hands and setting it aside. You know what she's after, her intentions clear when she straddles your lap and presses her lips feather light against your neck.

"I like when you wear my clothes." You mutter. Your hands find her hips, sliding down her thighs.

She sighs at the touch, humming at your words as she continues trailing her lips across your skin.

"This shirt is mine now, actually."

You grin, raking your nails lightly across her thighs. You hear a soft sigh against your neck, where her lips still linger. It makes you shiver.

"That's a shame," you note. Your hands roam, grabbing a handful of her ass in one and sliding the other over her hip. "I like fucking you when you're wearing my clothes."

Her breath catches, and she sinks her teeth into your collarbone, pulling at the skin with her teeth. She knows it makes you weak.

"But I suppose it'll do."

She groans against you when you grip her hip tighter, running your thumb over the bone and attempting to pull her closer yet.

"I was thinking about you in the shower," she murmurs. "I can't get you out of my head."

"Is that so?" You chuckle, grinning. "What exactly were you thinking of in there?"

Her hips are at your neck again, but firmer this time. Your skin's on fire. You might know very well how to make her weak, but you know it goes both ways. Her lips are hot, mouth wet, hips moving on top of you where she's seated. Fuck. You can't get enough of her.

Nat's moving up your neck, to your ear where she nips gently at it and whispers, "how badly I want your fingers in me."

Fuck.

You tangle your fingers through her hair, pulling her back gently for her to look at you. "They feel so good. I love the way I feel so full when you're inside me like that."

Releasing a low hum of appreciation, you attach your lips to her neck, biting softly until she emits that beautiful, soft whine you're used to when you find the spot that makes her tick. She isn't about to dance around and play games tonight, no, she's telling you what she wants and you'd be downright stupid to deny it from her.

"So is it a coincidence that it's one of my favourite things?" One hand remains in her hair, the other at her hip still, but this time encouraging her movements in your lap. "I just love how wet you get for me."

You litter kisses across her jaw.

"How you grab at my wrist when I've got my fingers in you. It's how I know you never want me to stop."

She moans. Soft. Your favourite sound. You know you're already driving her crazy and you couldn't be happier about it.

Your trail kisses up to her ear, lowering your voice to a whisper. "How hard it is for me to move when you're about to come around my fingers."

Natasha closes her eyes, clenching around nothing. God, she needs them. Desperately. She knows it, and she knows you know it. Both of her hands rest on either side of your neck, holding herself. Your voice, the eye contact, it makes her knees weak.

She rests her forehead against yours, breathing louder than she'd want to when the hand on her hip glides across her inner thigh. It's inching higher, and even though neither of you can count the amount of times you'd done this, the suspense is killing her. It somehow, always feels like the first time.

You kiss her hard. It's laced with want, need, love, passion, everything that makes her heart soar and a fire light in her stomach. She knows she's already embarrassingly wet, she has been since jumping out of the shower. But now, with your voice in her ear and your hands everywhere, Natasha knows she's a mess. She can feel it.

You can too, even without touching her between her legs yet. Your fingers rest at the top of her inner thigh, but you can feel the heat from her still. And as much as you love teasing her, hearing her pleas and begs, you want her. There's an overwhelming urge to just give her everything, so you do.

Your fingers graze her clit and her hips buck in surprise. She's so sensitive it's driving your crazy. She can't keep herself still. As soon as you make contact, she's rotating her hips for pressure from your fingers.

"God, fuck, that feels so good." She whimpers, pressing her lips to yours again. It's hungry, desperate and all-consuming. She needs you, and you know it.

She rests her forehead against your shoulder while you make slow, lazy circles across her clit. God, she's wet. You gather slick with your fingers and she groans when you meet her clit again. She's more and more sensitive by the minute, and the debate in your head of keeping her waiting or just giving her what she wants is a constant battle.

Her lips against your ear again, this time already breathless at the heat between the two of you that's come seemingly from nowhere. An hour ago you were playing a board game quietly, laughing to each other while some movie played in the background that neither of you were paying any attention to. Yet now, she was sat on top of you, cunt leaking and silently begging you to take her.

What makes you break though, is the one thing she knows full well makes you the weakest.

A final, soft bite at your ear lobe, and with her voice low, thick with arousal. "Please, baby."

Your eyes close, thighs clenching. Your other hand finds her hip, pulling her tight against your body. The fingers across her clit stop, but almost no time passes before you slip two of them inside her.

The moan in your ear is everything to you. It's pleasure, fireworks, lustful. Filthy.

Being inside her is like nothing else, especially when she clenches to get you deeper, keeping you inside because as she said herself, it's her favourite thing. You think it's yours too. Except of course, her whimpers directly in your ear, but they go hand in hand usually.

"Yes, yes, just like that."

You pull her to face you again, demanding eye contact while your fingers hit just where she needs them. Her hips move in rhythm, and fuck she doesn't know how it's always so unbelievably perfect feeling you inside her, your fingers curling, or thrusting languidly.

Her pupils are blown, and she smirks when she sees yours. She knows she's making you crazy.

"You're such a wreck, pretty girl, is this what you've been thinking about?"

She nods quickly, a god, yes, falling from her lips in a whine to answer you verbally.

"Touch yourself for me."

She smirks again, freeing a hand from your neck and trailing it down her stomach to her own clit. The moan is exquisite, and you're certain now you've ruined your own underwear. You can feel the wetness pool and your clit throb at the sight in front of you. Your stomach drops.

Natasha looks radiant like this, moving on two of your fingers and rubbing gentle, languid circles across her own clit. Your fingers curl and she throws her head back, neck exposed to you. You take the opportunity to attach to that spot again, suckling softly and grazing your teeth across it. You want to leave a mark, it's her favourite place and you both know it.

It makes her whimpers louder than before. It's all so good, every part of it. She can't get enough, and neither can you.

You fuck into her with your fingers, feeling the soft, spongy area that makes her collapse into you when you crook your digits. She's loud now, you know she's close already. You speed up your movements and she grips hard at the back of your neck with her free hand.

The movements across her clit are faster now, and you're in awe watching her make herself come for you. She can't wait any longer, that's obvious, but it's still as though she's waiting for permission.

"You gonna make yourself come for me, baby, hm? You gonna come around my fingers for me?" Your voice is low, laced with desire. God, she's yearning for it, her fingers moving faster. She's clenching around you, so hard you can barely move, just like you love to feel.

"Fuck, yes," she sobs. "I'm gonna come for you. Fuck-"

You feel it. Her body stiffens, mouth agape in silence, eyes still locked with yours until they roll back and her hips snap.

"Okay, baby, okay." You soothe her softly, the grip on her hip loosening and the fingers between her legs slow, guiding her back to reality. "I've got you."

She breathes heavy against your neck where she's collapsed against you. Her hips have slowed. Her quiet moans through her breathing are still there, though, because despite everything you're still inside her, and she's not about to forget that quickly.

"I came so fucking hard," she breathes, chest heaving. "I-christ."

"Mmhmm." You move your fingers slightly, and her hips jump against your hand. She's beautifully sensitive. "I know you did, sweetheart, I had a front row seat."

She laughs softly, moving finally. She brings her lips to yours, kissing your deep, slow. Her tongue brushes yours and you moan quietly against her lips. "Think you can handle an encore?"

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teddiesworldd · 1 month

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the man behind the mask.

ghost finally opens up to you enough to let you see under the mask (800 words)

a/n: this is super cute and one of my favourite works so far, so i hope you enjoy!

pairing: ghost x gn reader

tags/warnings: no warnings, fluffy, maybe a little angsty in places(?), taking off the mask, first kiss, reader in 141.

it was a quiet afternoon at the base and somehow you had ended up in ghost’s quarters again. he acted like he didn’t want you there, but really, he didn’t mind. it was hard for him to keep up his scary, emotionless persona around you. something about you just softened him around the edges more than anyone else could. that was probably why he kept opening the door to you every time you knocked.

normally, it was because you were “bored” or “couldn’t sleep”. but really, it was just because you liked spending time with him. and recently he’d been opening up to you a lot more than usual.

when your little knocks echoed through his room, something inside him just felt right. he’d never felt it before. god, one time you had even made him laugh. a proper laugh too, that ripped through his chest. he’d never laughed like that, not since he was a kid.

so when you asked him if he wanted to watch a movie with him tonight, he let you in and decided to sit closer to you than he had before. in fact, he was so close that you realised half way through the movie that his arm had been around the back of your spot on the couch the whole time.

and when he got up to make you both a tea, you decided to follow him into the kitchen.

you’re not sure what made you. maybe you'd just feel too lonely without him, waiting for him to come back with the drinks.

you found him leaning his back on the kitchen counter, eyes already on you as you slowly came through the doorframe.

you walked over to him and stood in front of him. closely. maybe a little too closely.

“what do you hide, under that mask?” you whispered as you reached your hands up to his face, kettle boiling softly in the background as the movie played into an empty room.

your fingers dipped under its fabric, grasping it slightly, half expecting him to grab your hands and push you away.

but he didn’t.

he just looked down at you with those dark, cold eyes. watching you. waiting for your next move.

you pulled the mask up slowly, keeping eye contact to make sure you could read him. you didn’t want to scare him away. you revealed his chin, then his lips. you stopped there, not wanting to go too fast. you were shocked that he didn’t shout at you, tell you to get out, never speak to you again for pushing a boundary. but he didn’t. you just looked at him, taking in this new part of him for the first time.

his whole face was littered with thick white scars and fading red gashes. he had little pieces missing from his jawline and his nose had a bump in the middle, a reminder of all the times he had broken it in the past. one of his scars was so deep - it went right through his mouth and down to his chin, distorting the shape. his lips, though, were pink and plump. and so inviting. you could kiss them. you really could-

"take a picture, it'll last longer" he said, rolling his eyes at you with a sort of smirk, revealing his white but crooked teeth.

"i-" he pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours. it was needy but it wasn’t rough. it was sweet and meaningful. you weren’t expecting it at all. it took you a second to actually realise what was happening and relax into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands were on the small of your back, holding you close so your bodies were together, souls intertwined. you knew that it had probably been a long time since he’d let anyone be this close to him. maybe it was the first time ever. but it was hard to form real thoughts with the way his lips just melted into yours. and when his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, you happily let him in, deepening the kiss, causing a pink blush to form across both of your cheeks.

when the kettle clicked off he slowly pulled away, both of you out of breath and processing what had just happened.

you half expected him to say something. but he just pulled the mask back down and made you a tea, placing the warm mug into your small hands. a token of his appreciation for letting him trust you. for letting him trust again.

you supposed he never really was great with his words.

in his head, it was a silent "please, never leave. stay here in my room forever". and something in his eyes was warmer than it was before.

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering what you think 141 & Alejandro, König & Rudy’s reactions be if their partner tried to get out of bed after a very spicy night & ended up falling/couldn’t walk?😳 Also yes I’m over 18😂

Of course!! My first ever head cannon! Apologies about Gaz and Rudy I don’t really read any fics on them, hence why they’d so short 🙈 I hope they’re ok! Hehe - I’ve tried to keep this Gender Neutral, if something needs changing tell me so I can fix it! ❤️

Price 🥃

He would be loving and attentive. Price would run you a warm bath, and as you soaked your aching body in the hot water he’d make you a strong cup of tea. 2 sugars.

You struggled walking to the bath, your knees wobbling, your thighs aching, small bruises littered you skin. He’d watch you as you walked to the bathroom, your hips swaying back and forth hypnotising him.

Price would then join you in the bath, he’d sit behind you, caressing your shoulders. Peppering your skin with light healing kisses. He’d check in on you, constantly. ‘You alright love?’ … ‘god, you took me so well’

He’d lean you back against his chest, kissing your forehead, whispering praises to you. He’d slowly work his way down to your aching core, massaging your inner thighs.

‘You feel so tense love. Let me help.’

Price would hand you your tea, letting you sip it slowly, savouring the taste as he caressed your chest. He’d plan the day for you, to take your mind off the ache, the pleasurable pain. Walk the dog in the country side, find a quiet tree he could kiss you against, before returning home where he could cook for you. Worship you.

Before starting all over again.

Ghost 💀

Riley would tease you, degrade you slightly, ‘couldn’t take my cock huh?’ … ‘pathetic.’ You knew he didn’t mean it, you got off of degradation from him.

He’d make small gestures to show he cares, breakfast in bed. A back massage. Firm slow kisses on your swollen lips from the night before. Caressing and squeezing your neck, something to distract you from the pleasurable pain you felt.

If you got out of bed your knees would be weak and wobbly, earning you your new pet name ‘Bambi.’ He’d throw you over his shoulder and slam you back on the bed. ‘Stay.’

He’d work you up, again. Making you want him despite the pain you felt from him fucking you the night before. You’d beg, plead and whimper for him take you again. You’d drag your nails along his bare muscular back, pleading for him to take you again.

He’d bruise your skin, holding himself back from fucking you again. He wanted you. Needed you. But he knew you needed to rest, heal, so he could have his way with you once more.

‘Careful love, sure you could take me again?’

Soap 🧼

Wee John, oh he would worry, worry he’d hurt you, but be low key proud at how well you took him. Deep, fast, hard.

‘You were so good for me hen.’ … ‘fuck you felt so good, so tight.’

He wouldn’t let you leave the bed, he’d keep you tucked into him as he cradled your face. Checking in on you constantly. Needing reassurance he didn’t hurt you too much, despite seeing you waddle to the toilet. Now that made him chuckle.

He’d whisper bad jokes to you to ease the burn you felt, he’d make you laugh to distract you. ‘Why did the beach blush? - because the sea-weed.’

He’d explore your body with his fingers, teasing you as he made his way to your aching centre. ‘Fuck off Johnny, it’s so sore.’ He’d secretly smirk to himself feeling somewhat proud, he did tell you he’d ruin you. And yet you didn’t believe him, till now.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz would worship the ground you walked on for the entire day. All the chores? Done. All the cooking? He’s cooking what ever you want. Bath? Consider it run with essential oils, a glass of wine ready and your favourite candles.

‘You alright babe?’ He’d ask as you hiss when standing up. You’d kiss him sweetly, reassuring his lil head that you’re fine.

Losing your balance because your knees are so weak would cause him to giggle endlessly. ‘Fuck are you giggling at’ you’d snap throwing a pillow at him, grinning. ‘Never thought I’d see you so weak in the knees for me’ he winked.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy. What a sweetheart. He’d make you the finest hot chocolate, made from cocoa beans he brought from Mexico. The thickest whipped cream as well as mini marshmallows. Of course.

He’d put your favourite film on and you’d snuggle up on the sofa all day. ‘Eres tan hermosa’ he’d whisper to you as you buried your head in his chest. - you’re so beautiful

Stroking your head he’d check in on you ‘estas bien?’ - you ok?

As you’d lay there he’d be thinking about the positions he had you in the night before. Bent over the bed, at his mercy. He’d slowly become hard thinking about it. Your moans echoing in his memory.

Feeling unable to hold himself anymore he’d guide your lips to his as he devoured you in a moment of intense passion.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro would be on you again as soon as you opened your eyes. Pulling you into his embrace, intertwining your limbs together once more.

‘Te necesito mi amor’ he’d whisper into your neck ‘eres como una droga para mi.’ His sultry voice washed over you as his hands massage your skin.

He’d pepper you with kisses, with praise at how well you took him last night. How much he needed to feel you again. To feel you become a liquid beneath his as your moans injected themselves into his veins.

Wiggling out of his grasp you’d try and go to the toilet, but your knees were weak, muscles sore and tense. Losing your balance he’d be by your side within seconds. ‘Mi amor, let me help you.’

Pulling you in he’d place a lingering kiss on your lips before carrying you bridal style to wherever you needed to go.

König ✨

Definition of ‘lady in the streets a freak in the sheets.’ Wee man struggles with his anxiety in social situations but not when it’s just the two of you.

This man is obsessed with you, hence why you cannot walk this morning. You tried getting up to go to toilet but you knees gave out. You collapsed in a pile on the floor in a fit of laughter.

The mountain of a man peered over the side of the bed at you ‘mein Schatz’ he murmurs, smirking. Adoration in his eyes. He offers you his arm to help you up, before rolling you into him.

His huge arms keeping you trapped against his chest. You giggle against him, your ass bounces slightly against his cock. ‘Careful Liebling’ he growls into your ear.

He places a possessive kiss to your temple muttering words of love and praise in German to you.

He takes you to the shower, over his broad bulky shoulders and puts you gently into the tub. Leaving you to shower he quickly gets dressed and faces his demons to go to the local shop. On his return he presents you with a small bunch of flowers and your favourite hot drink.

You’re thrilled and surprised ‘König?! Are you ok? Did you manage?’ You chirp, a huge smile on your face. Pride swelling within your chest.

He found it difficult but he’d do anything for you, anything to see your face light up for him.

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satoruhour · 10 months

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BROTHER’S BSF !

a/n: older brother’s best friend trope always gets me muahahah it’s my absolute favourite. the tension, the lingering touches aaarrhrgggh. no beta. suggestive language at the end. / 1.9k ✶

you weren’t sure when your older brother and his best friend had changed so much, but you attribute it to the time when your brother invited you to his dorm, after ages of fighting for a double room because they were basically inseparable. it’s then when you realise how your older brother has grown into the ‘young man’ like all your relatives used to say.

but your eyes constantly flit to geto suguru’s area of the room, posters of bands and artwork littering his walls, a few vinyl records tucked neatly under his study desk, and then him.

you’re feigning your interest in whatever your older brother is babbling about but really you’re stuck on how geto leans against the doorframe of their 6-month old dorm room, trying to find something that altered his whole aura, but alas, the gods had always been kind to him.

geto never was able to shake off girls and guys that flock to him, mainly because of his kind disposition and gentle smile. they ask him about his ear gauges and soft hair when he was young, and then later on they enquire about his septum that looked like hell to go through, and all he does is to explain what they want to hear. you at least remember that much from all the times you spent with him when you were young.

he likes the attention just a little, but it never quite settles, that irksome feeling that something’s missing. it isn’t until he’s packing to head off to university and waving goodbye to you that he realises it’s your attention he craves. he doesn’t hold it against you either, however, because he’s not entirely sweet and smiles to you. it’s a byproduct of being his older brother’s friend, partaking in mischief and nudging each other with sibling rivalry — with underlying tension that’s never addressed.

that same tension returns when you’re standing in the middle of the overwhelming dorm room, his stature larger than it was in high school and the immense change hits you like a bullet. you feel giddy when he comes up to you, cologne filling your nose and the tattoos peeking out under his top makes you swallow your words.

“how’re you?” geto engulfs you in a hug, voice just above a whisper and he sighs just at the feeling of your body against his. he keeps his arms loosely around your waist even after the embrace and you’re glad he did, indulging in this moment. “haven’t seen you for years.”

you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder, “it’s only been six months, you’ll live without me.” and though it was said as a joke, geto wanted to laugh at the irony it possessed, because he knew it wasn’t true for him and he was sure it wasn’t true for you too.

you don’t see him for a while after that, left to your own devices of thinking of how he grew into his features, of how the tattoo ink of his dragon is still so fresh, of how his arms felt so inviting. geto was in a similar predicament, a certain blur over his eyes whenever he had assignments to complete and parties to attend.

those next six months were tormenting to go through, made easier by the occasional visits you made and the texts you exchanged with him and he feels like a schoolgirl with a crush again. the space between you closed more and more every time your brother called you over to the uni, the touches more personal, the words softer and secretive.

geto rambled about his favourite bands, let you trace the scales of his dragon before saying how he almost cried from the pain, he showed you his assignments because his major wasn’t entirely different from the one you enrolled in. you never miss how the touches always had that chilling spark, and how he’s so close to you sometimes you can feel his breath, and you’d never mention how it was all at the hands of your older brother’s best friend.

your daydreaming is interrupted by the devil himself, who’s casually lying on his bed while you’re hunching over a project from your part-time job (that you aren’t even close to completing), “any chance you could ditch that project and entertain this poor guy?”

your brother’s out and it’s just the two of you under the slowly darkening sky, and you know the reason why you’re so focused on the laptop is because you wouldn’t be able to concentrate any longer the moment you look at geto.

“what’s this project about anyway?” he mumbles, getting up from the comfort of his sheets to look at your blinding screen, and he doesn’t realise the effect he has on you when he also hunches over (over you in fact), hand dangerously close to yours and the dangle of his necklace next to your ears is reason enough to turn your head towards him.

geto knows you probably want anything but to talk about your boring project, and he takes the leap by inching his hand close to yours, fingers igniting the jumps in your heart when his thumb finally meets your pinky and it takes everything in you not to lean in.

he holds your stare perfectly even when skin and skin makes its first contact and it’s so much fire in your bones that someone can probably smell the smoke, until the door bursts open and your annoying brother announces his arrival. the other jumps and stumbles back with a clear of his throat and you’re quick to mask your disappointment, not trusting yourself to look at the distraught on geto’s face.

the incident is never talked about, going back to your previous camaraderie before, but it was never quite the same each time you returned. you only could thank god your brother was always in since that day, until the next.

the next time you’re hanging out with the both of them is after a party, something you’re not too fond about, so they both suggest you come over after. at this point you’re familiar with the structure of the dorms, even more than the friends you’ve made at orientation — you have the two boys to thank for that.

“has the loser finally arrived?” your brother speaks through foam and slimy skincare serums, voice echoing throughout the bathroom as you stop briefly at its door to give him the finger through the mirror. he wastes no time to flick some water and you recoil and laugh in disgust, placing down the cans of light alcohol and snacks they told you to buy.

you extend the greeting to geto, albeit a little more sheepishly who returns it with a lazy wave and smile, going back to whatever was on his phone. the friday night passes smoothly, the conversation ranging from your experience in the university to when you’d get your dorms, amongst many other things. it’s late past two when your brother calls it a night and the room is filled with protests.

“you guys are so dramatic, i’m just going to sleep,” your brother mumbles under his breath, and you feel a little bad for him.

“and what if i need to go home?” you scoff, downing the last bits of your beer, “can’t believe you’re leaving me stranded in your room.” there’s a faint chuckle from geto beside you.

you push him away when he ruffles your hair, and although you have some bite to your words, you know your brother would wake up in an instant to drive you anywhere. being a year younger than him does that, fights and banter and all, he still takes care of you like he did when you were kids. “wake me up when you want to go home, ‘kay?”

humming in response, you both bid your brother goodnight and the night continues with geto, a bit more tense than before. easy conversation still flows, though, laughing too hard at his jokes and talking about your interests.

it’s close to half past three when sleep starts to take over, words slurring and giggles softer as you take in the moonlight and delicacy of the moment, and in that second you’re sure to be content even if geto wasn’t yours, seeing him like this.

tearing open your last packet of snacks, you two sit (rather he’s sitting and you’re lying on his pillow) in comfortable silence. it’s not long before geto’s eyes can’t leave you and it’s like that day in the room all over again: the fan whirring softly, the creatures of the night going to sleep, the whoosh of the water travelling through the pipes, none of these are compelling enough to pull away from the effect of your name through his lips.

in the dark of the night, in the kiss of the rays of the moon, your beauty is unmatched, physique still so accentuated even with the oversized shirt you wear and the allure of your position just takes his breath away. geto isn’t sure whether it’s the tiredness or your finger leaving goosebumps along his tattoo, but he closes the gap until you’re an inch away, not before sparing a glance towards your brother who’s knocked out cold.

“do you know what you do to me?” your older brother’s best friend whispers, and your chest heaves in anticipation. your finger has switched to two, to three, and then to palm as your hand travels up his shirt sleeve. the skin underneath is hot, matching yours. you shake your head with feigned innocence as his hand closes into a fist beside you, gripping onto his sheets like it would do anything.

“why don’t you show me, suguru?” and all restraints that geto had before were instantly broken, muttering out a soft can i kiss you? before he finally indulges in everything that he’s ever dreamed about.

the hands that were holding back cup your face gently, and his body relaxes over you. it’s exactly like how he imagined and more, being able to at last feel the way your lips and body submit to him. a small whimper leaves your mouth when he pulls away, admiring the plump of your lips and the slight lustre of saliva on them.

he hums before leaning in to kiss you again, meeting your lips harshly as his hands travel to your waist. he’s pleasantly surprised when you switch the positions, leg going over to straddle him while your lips are still locked. air becomes scarce with the effort, forcing the two of you to break apart with short breaths.

“say my name again,” geto’s voice sends shivers through you, and whatever confidence you had just a second ago fades away when his chest vibrates under his sentence.

“suguru,” you whisper over him, the cute little pendant he bought for you dangling over his face — he swears he cannot wait to hear his name from your lips the next time and he has to close his eyes to compose himself until he tugs lightly at you, possibly to get you ready for bed.

“don’t w’nna…” you murmur, cheeks burning, your core aching and his half-hard bulge under you, as you bury your head in his neck. geto chuckles at your sudden shyness and it takes everything not to grind into you, larger palms stroking your waist as he plants small, quick pecks over the side of your head. he’s content to wait and enjoy the softer moments. “just want to stay here with you.”

“yeah?” geto sucks in another breath when you emerge from your hiding place, messy hair shaping your face and eyes so so flawlessly and he tries not to say the familiar three words. he brings you down for another slower kiss, faintly muttering the words against your lips like he’s thought of doing many times before.

“we can stay here as long as you want, baby.”

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aajjks · 1 year

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Brat. (m)

synopsis. Toji finds your jealousy cute, you’re his little cute brat.

warnings. MDNI. some nsfw themes, fingering, kissing slightly yandere toji, jealous yn, toji cooeing, kisses. toji being a little tease, he calls you his brat, cutie, princess & what not, he lives for your jealousy. SOFT TOJI.

note. heh, another jjk fic because I’m so obsessed w toji daddy…. IDK HES JUST SOOO DADDY. plz share your thoughts! ENJOY! ART NOT MINE. I found this on Pinterest, cr to owners!

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“Don’t touch me, toji.”

He breathes through his nose, his dimples making their way on his face as he blinks twice, his lips curl at your tone.

You’re just so cute.

He doesn’t reply but only watches you with an amused look in his eyes, he extends his hand to pull your body towards him, you huff, rolling your eyes.

Toji almost cooes.

“Come on now babe.” He pretends to feel hurt with your attitude but if anything, he’s having the time of his life.

“Fuck off! Go to her!” He clicks his tongue when you mention her, toji leans closer to your skin, presses a kiss on your shoulder, sighing into your neck.

“I don’t even know her?!?” He defended himself, how was it his fault, you guys were out, having coffee at your favourite place when that all happened.

“She was literally undressing you with her eyes?!” You groaned, your nose scrunched up with anger, toji littered kisses from your jaw to your neck.

“Baby… it wasn’t my fault…” he whispered in your ear.

“How dare she, God….. if only I could punch her!” Your teeth grit. Toji raises his head to look at your face directly.

“Oh would you if you had the chance…?” You were the cutest little thing ever, toji could tease you forever, you turn your face to the other side, glaring at him.

“Of course! What a slut!” Toji almost chuckles at you,

he tilts his body and grabs your face in his hands, “princess, your attitude is making me very horny right now.”

He pulls your body into his lap, before you can protest.

“You sound so hot, princess.” Toji’s tongue feels hot when you feel him lick your neck, his fingers press under your sweatshirt, travelling down to your legs,

“You’re jealous?” He unzips your trousers with no struggle, his deep eyes set on your face, he loves to witness it turning all nervous and shy.

“Come on speak.” He cooes.

His fingers are cold as he reaches your underwear, “tell me.” Your underwear is now down to your knees, you gasp at the feeling of air, his hands now the only thing keeping you warm inside.

“T-Toji, please”

“No princess not until you tell me what you’d do to her for flirting with me.” He is so cocky, a sweet smile on his face is mocking his not so sweet intentions.

“I-I’d fucking break her jaw.” You barely stop yourself from stuttering, his fingers feel so thick and hot as he inserts one of the digits inside your heat.

You whine, “aw baby wan’more?” You cannot even look at him now.

He curls the finger and you whine even louder, he caught you so off guard. You close your eyes.

“I-I’d make sure t-that she’d never even t-think a-about you!” You confess, you feel him harden immediately, you feel his length poking at your butt.

“Fuck, YN. Never took you for the possessive type, eh?” He pushes another finger inside, pumping them at a fast pace, you cry at the sensation.

It feels so good.

“My little b-brat, ah!~” the man curses under his breath your hips grind into his erection, he bites his lower lip, pushing his weight onto the couch.

“You’d let the bitch know that I’m your man huh?” He doesn’t stop his torture on your poor self, you don’t respond and he pulls you in for a hot kiss.

“My little brat, love you so much.”

#toji smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu toji #yandere toji #toji x reader #smut #yandere smut #jjk fic #toji x yn #jjk x reader

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jgracie · 25 days

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SK8ER BOY

masterlist | rules

❝ Hello can you do a Percy Jackson reader when she try to impress him by skating but monumentally fail because she faceplant in the ground. And softie Percy that kiss your bruise and all (yes I just fell down the stairs and it f*** hurt) please ❞ — @hope92100

in which you try to impress your skater boy (and fail miserably)

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader

warnings reader gets hurt (bruise + bloody nose) but she's fine dw

on the radio sk8er boy (avril lavigne)

an song has nothing to do with the oneshot i just thought of it as soon as i read the request LOL

When your [mortal parent] told you you were moving to New York for their new job, you were elated. Not only do you get a fresh start in a big city, but you also get to be closer to Camp Half-Blood, and closer to him. ‘Him’ being your boyfriend of a couple months, Percy.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Before, you used to only see Percy during the summers - which didn’t really count, considering you spent half your time doing quests for the Gods - and occasionally during school holidays, if you were lucky. Now you could see him all the time! As soon as you heard the news, you Iris messaged Percy, planning all the things you’d do together once you got there.

The first thing Percy suggested (or insisted on) was going skating. He didn’t get to do it very often, since when he wasn’t busy being a demigod he was busy catching up on schoolwork, but it’s one of his favourite pastimes and so he had to introduce his favourite person to it! That’s how you ended up at the biggest skating park you’d ever seen, dodging random mortals in beanies and sneakers with Percy’s hand tightly tucked in yours.

“Hey, watch it, man,” Percy said, scowling at some guy who almost bumped into you. You simply smiled at him, really not in the mood to annoy random mortals. Together, you walked to the scariest looking ramp in the whole park. Even a non-skater like yourself knew that a ramp like that needed to be avoided at all costs. While the rest of the park was full of people, the area surrounding this ramp was empty.

Handing you his backpack, Percy did a few warmups, a grin making its way onto his face when he noticed your look of pure awe.

“Percy, have you ever gone on this one? It looks kinda terrifying,” you said, fidgeting with your fingers. You knew your boyfriend enjoyed thrilling experiences, having dragged you to every rollercoaster in sight the one time you decided to go to an amusement park together, but this seemed to be a little much, even for him.

To your surprise, he replied, “nope! But what better time than now? My lucky charm’s with me, after all.”

That was that. You knew you couldn’t convince him not to go on that awful ramp. You whispered a prayer to your Godly parent as Percy made his way over to it, wishing on all the stars in the sky that your first outing in New York wouldn’t end in a hospital visit.

At first, you were scared to watch, sweat beading at your forehead as images of Percy’s limbs pointing in directions they definitely shouldn’t be littered your mind. But then you heard him yell your name and let out a laugh of nothing but pure excitement, and decided maybe this trip wouldn’t end up in broken bones and hearts.

He was beautiful. Percy could’ve passed for a son of Zeus as the wind whipped around him, blowing his hair in the most flattering directions. Apollo seemed to be watching from above too, as the sun hit him in just the right way, highlighting the different shades of green in his eyes and making his skin glow. When he noticed you looking, he waved at you, doing only a few more flips before carefully stopping and running towards you.

“I told you I could do it!” He exclaimed, nearly bursting with excitement, “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you! I failed all those other times but of course I get it perfectly when you’re here. You really are my good luck charm!”

“Percy, you said you never tried skating on this ramp before.”

“Oh… Well maybe I had a bit of practice, just so I could impress you.”

You giggled at his cuteness and suddenly had a surge of confidence. Maybe you should impress him too. Have you ever skated? No, but that didn’t matter, it couldn’t be that hard! You’ve done all sorts of hard things in combat training at camp, this was nothing in comparison.

Taking the skateboard from Percy’s arms, you set it on the ground and stood on it, causing him to frantically grab your hands so you wouldn’t fall, his eyes wide as he double and triple-checked that you were in one piece.

“What are you doing?” He nearly screamed, “you’ve never done this before, you can’t just scare me like that babe!” His fingertips turned white from the amount of pressure he was putting on your hands and he slowly walked you around the park. After you circled the ramp he went on a third time, you decided you had enough of his help, wanting to really impress him.

Tugging your hands from his grip, you smiled and said, “Percy, let go, I’ve got it now.” He was hesitant, but did as he was told, kind of curious as to how this was going to go. It started off good, you did actually get the hang of it. As your confidence continued to skyrocket, you went faster and faster, and Percy’s cheers began to blur in the background.

The issue came when trying to stop. You had gone slightly off course and were now skating in the midst of other people. Wanting to get back to where you and Percy were, you decided to stop and then switch directions, since you didn’t know how to turn around. That was when you realised you didn’t know how to stop, and you were heading right towards a wall.

“Y/N!” Percy yelled, but it was too late. You face-planted right into the wall and then landed on the floor, nose bloody and bruised. You tried smiling at Percy to assure him that everything was alright, but your face must’ve looked pretty bad because he wasn’t having any of it, grabbing you and bringing you back to his house.

Sally’s jaw had dropped when she saw the state of you. Did you seriously look that bad? Setting you on the couch, Percy ran to the kitchen, getting you a bag of frozen peas and a sliver of the ambrosia they kept for emergencies. You ate the ambrosia and put the peas on your nose, breathing a sigh of relief as they soothed the throbbing pain.

Eyebrows furrowed, Percy said, “Are you feeling better? I’m never letting you skate again, y’know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation you were in. There you were, worried Percy would get hurt on your first day in New York, when it turned out to be you.

“I’m okay, Perce,” you began, smirking as an idea planted itself in your mind, “but I could use one thing from you.”

Immediately, Percy got up, ready to do anything to make you feel better, “what is it? We have more medicine in one of the drawers if that’s what you need, but I don’t think I can give you more ambrosia since I don’t know exactly how much –”

“A kiss,” you interrupted, watching as his face contorted from worry to confusion to a bright smile. You put the peas away and Percy held your face, giving you kiss after kiss after kiss, all over your face. Maybe getting hurt wasn’t all bad.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfic #cynwrites #percy jackson drabble

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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months

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under the neon lights

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

based on these reqs: @inlovewithmattstur

warnings: angst with a very fluffy ending! and not proofread lolz

love, sienna <3

you’ve been best friends with Chris since freshmen year and the two of you are quite literally attached at the hip.

ongoing jokes about the two of you being a couple were all too common, and you can’t even be suprised at these remarks because in reality you and him were incredibly close.

normal friends don’t hold hands constantly and fall sleep cuddling, normal friends don’t catch each other staring and cause the other to become flustered, normal friends don’t spend every waking moment thinking about the other—but that was your dynamic with the boy, confusing, complicated, and anything but normal.

you often slept over at his house, Chris was never one to like sleeping alone, insisting he sleeps better with another body in the bed—and you didn’t mind.

the problem with this weird dynamic is how badly you wish things were different.

you wish your highschool experience involved going to prom with him, with a corsage laying on your wrist and a boy to kiss your hand as he greets you.

every night you imagine what it would feel like to be loved publicly, for someone to not shut up about how much they love you.

it’s impossible not to imagine cute dates and tiny acts of pda that actually mean the world.

you want romance—but instead your in love with your best friend.

on this particular night the two of you spent your time watching old videos from highschool—some more embarrassing than others.

“oh my god i cannot believe i wore that to school what was i doing?” your shocked expression causes him to laugh, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while your own arm wraps around his waist. “okay okay that’s enough of that let’s move on please” you practically cry out out of embarrassment, the boy just throwing his head back in a fit of laughter you can feel on your arm.

“i don’t think it was that bad” he says in between laughs. “to be fair i rotated the same five pairs of sweats every week so i can’t talk”

“our style just took a second to develop that’s for sure” you smile, squeezing Chris’ side slightly before relaxing into the touch once more.

the two of you continue scrolling through old snapchat memories and failed vlogs, laughing practically on repeat for an hour, the only thing lighting the room was the light illuminating from his phone.

“holy shit how is it two am already?” you sit up slightly, caught off guard by how fast time went by with your favourite person.

he smiles slightly, as if a lightbulb just entered his head. “wanna do something?” he asks, looking up at you with a look that can convince you to do anything, a look that consistently fills your stomach with butterflies that you consciously ignore.

“like what? last time i checked, neither of us have our license and Matt’s sleeping” you reply, unsure where he’s going with this. you toy with his fingers, tracing along the length of each once while he begins to speak.

“we could walk to the gas station that’s right over here, like we used to do during covid” he says, eyes focused on your hands as you continue playing with his fingers—what you don’t know is how incredibly much he cherishes your touch, like electricity is running through your connected fingers.

you smile at the memory of you and Chris back in Boston, sneaking out at three am to sit at the skatepark and eat the food purchased at the local gas station. “sure, i’ve missed that”

so the two you make your way out of bed, and you throw on one of Chris’ hoodies before joining him in quietly making your way out of the house—not wanting to wake up either of his brothers.

the walk is peaceful, streets illuminated by warm coloured street lamps and a bright moonlight that showcases the many stars littered across the black sky—for a moment it feels like your back in Boston.

Chris always insists on having background music, so your shared playlist played softly from the phone in his pocket as you walk along the sidewalks.

not a lot is said on the walk to the familiar gas station, and not a ton needed to be said, comfortable silence filling the space between two bodies as the neon lights from the convenience store light up your face a fluorescent white shade.

you enter the shop—Chris holding the door open for you and following shortly behind you as you head straight to the drink section.

the boy settles on a sweet tea and you yourself decide on a white monster. “do we want any snacks?” you ask, shutting the door to the commercial fridge.

“i could fuck up a nerds rope and some cool ranch doritos” he replies, causing you to smile because once again, it felt like old times, his snack decision hitting you with a wave of nostalgia.

and so you get just that, two of each snack that’s now stored in a small plastic bag that Chris holds as he once again opens the door for you to exit.

you ultimately decide to just sit outside the gas station, bright lights illuminating the tops of your heads as you sit down and begin to pull out the snacks—Chris’ music still playing quietly in the background.

“are you getting major deja vu or is that just me?” you ask, ripping open a bag of your favourite doritos as the boy takes a sip of his iced tea.

“one hundred percent but to be very fair we’ve done this exact thing like a hundred times” he laughs softly, a laugh that never fails to bring you serenity.

it’s silent again, the only noises to be heard are the rap songs playing from the iphone that lies on the cement and the crumbing of your dorito bags.

“i’m really happy we’re still friends, i don’t know who i’d be without you” Chris speaks up, gaze fixated on the gas pumps ahead of you.

you laugh at the sudden switch in tone, looking in his direction only to be met with his side profile, that alone causes the speed of your heartbeat to pickup. “way to get sappy all of a sudden”

“i just appreciate you that’s all” he looks to you now, meeting your gaze, making an eye contact with you that feels different than normal, maybe more intentional.

his gaze now switches from your eyes to a lower portion of your face, eyes making contact with your lips while your own eyes scan his face for any telling emotions.

“Chris stop looking at me like that” you try and joke, turning your gaze away to see his eyes still just as fixated on you as before.

“why? what if i just wanna admire my best friend?” he says softly, licking his lips and coating a thin layer of glistening saliva over them—but immediately his choice of words put you off.

this is a game you’ve played with him before. his overt friendliness that comes off as incredibly flirty and your hopeless romantic tendencies conflicting and instantly making things weird between the two of you.

“i’m not doing this with you i-“ you choose to stop speaking, already felling the pit in your stomach that is fighting back the urge to let out a sob.

normal friendships aren’t this hard.

his eyebrows immediately furrow, showing off his insane amount of cluelessness as you take a deep breath, allowing the dry, night dazed air to enter your lungs. “y/n i don’t understand what’s happening right now, are you okay?” he says, his voiced laced with a sense of concern.

“no i’m not okay!” you stand up, dusting your hands off on your sweats biting your lip to suppress any sadness dwelling. he stands up too, but still containing an innocence in his eyes that drives you insane.

“i can’t keep doing this!” you cry out. at this point you’ve given up on caring about weird looks from the cashier or other cars driving by, overtaken by pure anger that’s been smoking within you, ready to explode at any moment.

“doing what y/n? speak to me” he replies, concern overtaking his delicate face as he walks ever so slightly closer to you, subconsciously hoping to make you feel better.

but you pull away immediately, keeping a safe distance between you and the brunette. “whatever the fuck this is Chris” you motion between you and the boy with your hands. “you can’t keep looking at me and expect me not to feel something for you! it’s not fair that you say the most butterfly inducing shit and follow it up with ‘my best friend’. what am i supposed to do with that?”

every thought you’ve had about this friendship pours out of your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to pour out at any moment.

“i’m sorry i gave you the wrong impression i never meant to-“

“fuck off Chris. seriously fuck off. i don’t need to hear you reject me. i don’t want to have feelings for you. this would all be easier if i didn’t, i think we just need space” you begin to turn away from him, grabbing your things off the paved entrance.

you muster up the courage to say one last thing before walking away, a shakiness overtaking your bottom lip. “i shouldn’t have expected this to be any different. i should’ve known that this is just the way you are and i shouldn’t have been so stupid.”

a wet tear trails down your cheek, guiding alongside your nose as you speak. “was any of it ever real?”

it’s clear that by ‘any of it’ you’re referring to the romance you felt spark between the two of you, even he knows that—but he stays.

he stays exactly where he is and his mouth remains shut.

“i hope we can figure out our shit but right now i’m done. with you, with this. done.” with that you walk away, your back facing the boy as you increase the speed of your steps, eager to leave this shitty situation.

his heart drops at this. the last thing he wants is space. he adores you and he doesn’t want your friendship to be put on pause for any reason.

he wants to be able to tell you that he likes you in that way too. that every time silence fills the space between you he fights the urge to kiss you. and that he can’t help but think of you anytime someone asks if he’s single because for whatever reason when he’s with you he feels everything but alone.

he’d kill to grab your hand, to stop you from walking away and tell you how obsessed with you he is, but it’s not that simple—nothing about this relationship is.

deep down Chris knows exactly what you want.

you want a relationship. you want to go on dates and hold hands in public and put a label on how you feel for one another—that couldn’t be further from what he wants.

which is why he stands there—the neon lights reflecting in his teary eyes as your back faces him, as you leave him there all alone with his thoughts.

to him it all happened so fast, like a car spinning out of control, slipping on ice until it meets its untimely demise. this was all out of his control, and what was he supposed to do?

commitment is terrifying.

going on dates and posting each other on important anniversaries was his nightmare for so long, the idea of that being genuinely off putting.

but the idea of never having you in his life again?

the idea of not hearing you laugh at his stupid jokes, clutching your stomach with a huge grin on your face or listening to your calm, patterned breaths as he falls asleep next to you?

that was so much worse.

all of a sudden everything clicks.

he was in love with you.

he is in love with you.

all this time he knew you were different than other friends, but his feelings towards you weren’t something he was conscious of.

but it makes sense now, why he got all flustered whenever you teased him, why you had so much power over him in ways that were embarrassing.

the realization hits him like a brick, his feet planted onto the pavement below him, his mind unable to think about anything else but you.

but you’re gone. in the time that it took Chris to figure out his conflicting thoughts you had walked back to the house, fully prepared to sleep on the couch and gave Matt drive you home first thing in the morning.

it can’t be over like this, you can’t be over like this.

so he runs, like a fucking idiot he leaves behind his snacks placed against the conscience store wall and he runs.

you continue walking down the street, nothing but soft sobs escaping your shivering mouth as you think about every memory of Chris you cherished so close to your heart.

like when he wrote you letters telling you how happy he was that you were in his life, folded up and placed in an envelope. you were one of few people that were able to read his messy handwriting, but based on his proper punctuation and attention to writing his words more clearly, it was obvious he took his time. for you.

or that time when you went to the fair with him—the kid hates rides, hates them. but he also knows just how much you love them, so that night he swallowed his fear, holding your hand and going on every ride with you so that you wouldn’t be alone.

or the forehead kisses he would give you as you worked through a difficult assignment in school, his soft words of motivation that got you to graduation.

in what world is that casual?

you roll your eyes at his previous statement. he just gave you ‘the wrong impression’ as if what he did could have been interpreted in literally any other way.

you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, trying to find an answer to the never ending puzzle that is Chris Sturniolo to even notice the footsteps behind you, the pace slowing as they get closer to you.

until they stop. “y/n” Chris speaks, clearly out of breath.

before you even turn around you roll your eyes. “i just wanna sleep, can we talk about this another time please? i cant keep thinking about it”

the hand that’s softly placed on your shoulder tells you otherwise, so you turn around, now facing Chris who looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

once he catches his breath he looks at you with pleading eyes. “can i just speak?”

you nod, biting your lip to avoid any more snide comments, it’s clear he cares, that much you can give him.

he takes one more deep breath, as if he’s about to run a marathon with his voice. “i was confused. i was confused and i was so stupid and i don’t know what i was thinking”

you just stand there at look at him, wiping away your tears as he speaks. “it was all real, all of it. i just got so scared because it all felt too real. i just-“ his voice is shaky, and it’s evident that he’s holding back tears.

“you have always been more than a friend to me. this whole time i’ve been so completely obsessed with you and everything about you and i haven’t been able to think straight because every time i look at you i have to stop myself from kissing you” he runs his hand through his soft hair, struggling to look at you when he speaks.

he inhaled another breath, the air shakily filling his lungs. “but i never did, mostly because i didn’t think i was good enough for you. you deserve someone so amazing and caring and romantic and everyday i wondered if i’d ever get there. i wanted to get there so bad because i wanted you. i’m not a relationship kind of guy” he sniffles. “i mean i’ve barely even been on a real date and i’m twenty years old”

he shakes his head, trying his best to get his point across. “but none of that matters when i look at you because everytime i see you it all goes away. every fear of commitment and- and realness goes away.” tears creep out of his blue eyes, but he’s quick to wipe them away with his palms. “god y/n i’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of you walking away from me made my heart hurt”

you’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. sure, he was always honest with you, but right now he just looks so- hopeless.

he finishes speaking, shaking out his hands slightly as if to relieve tension that formed in his joints as he spoke.

you’re not entirely sure what to say, so you don’t speak, instead pulling the boy into a much needed hug, burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist.

he doesn’t react at first, in shock initially at the sudden closeness, but it doesn’t take long for him to pull you in impossibly closer to him, one hand placed on your back and another on the back of your head.

he rests his face on the top of your head, practically burying his lips in your hair as his hand rubs your back.

you pull out slightly, keeping your arms on his side as you look at him, one last tear crawling down your cheek.

immediately his hands comes to your face, cupping your jawline while his thumb wipes away the tear drop. “why are you crying now?” he furrows his eyebrows, a slight playfulness to his tone.

you giggle, leaning into his touch. “i think these are happy tears now”

“well it’s a good thing you look beautiful even you cry” he smiles softly, holding eye contact with you as you look up at him.

“yeah why’s that?” you tease.

he leans in slightly closer, mumbling slightly as he speaks. “because i’d really like to kiss you now”

your heart flutters at this, and everything feels good again. you have Chris and that’s all you need. “what’s taking you so long?” you smile, the boy immediately leaning in fully and attaching his lips to yours carefully.

his hand still rests on your cheek, only deepening the kiss further before you start smiling, causing him to pull back as you widen your eyes.

“what was that for?” he laughs softly.

“i’m gonna sound like the corniest mother fucker if i say what i’m thinking so i’m just gonna kiss you again” you smile, leaving back in once more, if you weren’t already obsessed with him you definitely are now.

it’s a short lived kiss, the two of you are exhausted at this point, but it still means everything to you.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder now, pulling you into a side hug and kissing the top of your head. “i think after my whole ‘i’m in love with you’ monologue i take the prize for corniest fucker”

you laugh, beginning to walk down the poorly lit street. “never though i’d see the day, Christopher Owen Sturniolo is a cheese ball”

“okay that’s enough of that i’m going back to the gas station” he jokingly turns away before you pull him back to you again.

“i like it when your corny, it’s hot” you mumble, causing the boy to pause in his steps, his arm still around you.

“guess i’ll have to do it more often then yeah?” words that simple shouldn’t have the effect on you that they do, but you’re a smiling mess regardless.

“yeah”

a/n: had no idea how to end this LMAOO hopefully it fulfilled some of your needs for angst

i tried so hard to make chris accurate but i don’t know the man like that💔

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ennedixon · 5 months

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Daryl was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself while frowning slightly.

“What are you doing?”

You asked softly, rubbing your eyes while coming out of the bathroom of your shared house in Alexandria, your voice raspy from waking up just a few minutes ago.

“Nothin’”

You hummed softly before plopping down on your bed, tilting your head slightly while balancing yourself on your elbows to look at him, you frowned slightly at his own frown before moving up to him

“C’mere”

You sat behind him, grabbing his waist to rest your forehead against his naked back

“Hmm”

You began to rub his waist, kissing his lower back before moving your hands to his tummy, resting them there.

You loved his tummy.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that, right?”

Your voice was muffled by his skin.

He let his head fall back in appreciation, his brown locks looking even longer than before.

“‘m old”

You almost missed what he said

You stood up, running your hands up his hips and over his chest before resting your chin on his shoulder to look at him through the mirror

“You’re so beautiful, love”

You kissed his neck before speaking again

“Look at you”

Another kiss

“Look at your waist that I, oh, so love to hold and squeeze”

A squeeze to his waist follows

“Your beautiful, beautiful chest that makes a perfect pillow for me”

He hums softly in appreciation while closing his eyes as you squeezed his chest, running your hands up and down

“And your arms, oh my god, your big, strong arms that you wrap so lovingly around me. I mean, oh my god, they’re bigger than my head, baby”

You said that while littering both of his arms with kisses

“And your shoulders are so big”

A hard squeeze to his shoulders follows and a groan from him in response

“I am so in love with you”

Your hands wandered down to his hands

“You know what’s my favourite part, though?”

“Wha’?”

Your lips hovered over his ear

“Your hands”

You took both of his hands in your own, squeezing them before bringing them up to your lips to kiss them.

“I love when you wrap them around my neck or tangle them in my hair while kissing. They’re so big it makes my mouth water”

You returned to his back, littering his scars with kisses. You noticed the way his body tensed up for a second before fully relaxing again

“The way your back muscles move when you work, the sweat running down your body-”

You hummed before speaking again

“Drives me crazy”

You moved your chin back to rest on his shoulder, looking at him through your lashes through the mirror

“You’re beautiful”

He hums before turning around to look at you, you circle your arms around his waist while he wraps his arms around your shoulder.

“I love ya”

“I love you too, so much”

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melancholyhigh · 1 year

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WORK HOURS.

ft. re2!rookie!leon x lieutenant!reader

synopsis. you were supposed to help leon out on his first time on the job. instead, you’re helping him out in a different way.

content. smut. 1.2k words. car sex, cowgirl, unprotected p in v, dry humping, sub leon, marking, they’re both so desperate for each other, creampie, pet names, praise kink, virginity loss.

note. man, fuck tumblr. i accidentally posted the unfinished draft n didn't realise :( anyways, i hope you guys like it <3

check out my other works. comments & reblogs are appreciated !!

it was leon’s first week on the job, and you were assigned to show him around since he wasn’t well acquainted with raccoon city. boss thought it would be a great idea to take him on patrol to get him adjusted to the area.

you were excited that a new recruit was joining. it didn’t happen too often, and you knew it was difficult being a rookie — you were in the same position when you had originally joined the RPD. so when you meet him, you plan on being a great lieutenant and helping him where necessary.

your first impression of leon was that he was sweet and a bit naive. he was also rather gorgeous. God certainly had favourites. you couldn’t help but stare at him, and he noticed. a pink blush blooming on his cheeks when he caught you gazing at him. the flushed look made him even more captivating as you secretly wished that the blush on his face would be for different reasons.

you felt guilty for having such thoughts about him. you are his boss, for Christ’s sake. you have to assist him with his duties, not get in his pants.

but how could you not think about him like that? the way he got flustered when your hands brushed up against his or the shy glances he took of you throughout the day as you showed him the workings of the place.

this constant build-up of teasing had been why the fine line between being work professional and fucking the shit out of him had been blurred. leaving you in the predicament you are in right now.

the glass windows are foggy as you and leon sloppily make out in the reclined passenger seat of the police car. you’re hovering over him, legs on either side of his thighs. your pants are off and somewhere near the driver’s seat. you’re too preoccupied with the soft whines that leave leon’s parted lips as you place opened-mouth kisses down the column of his throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh.

this isn’t what you had planned for the night. you and leon should've been patrolling the streets, searching for criminals, not dry-humping in a car in some shitty parking lot.

but, fuck, the whimpers that he makes when he eagerly grips your hips with his big, soft hands and guides your clothed pussy against the bulge of his uniform pants have you overlooking your responsibilities for the rest of the night.

“feel so good,” he groans quietly into your ear as you continue sucking marks on his neck. you pull back to admire your work. his lips, swollen from your passionate kissing, the buttons of his cotton shirt undone, exposing the expanse of his chest littered with reddish-purple marks. you want the sight seared into your brain.

he peers up through his eyelashes, eyes all glossy, and his face flushed with that same fucking blush you adore. he’s bucking his hips up to yours, pants stained with your arousal, leaking through your underwear and his arms circle your waist.

“shit, i wanna feel you inside of me, honey,” you say breathlessly and leon nearly comes in his pants at the thought of feeling your cunt squeezing him tight.

you’re leaning against the dashboard, clumsily unbuckling his belt before half haphazardly throwing it to the side. unzipping leon’s pants, you pull his cock out of his boxers. it’s flushed and red, especially at the tip, which leaked with precum. everything about him was pretty.

you grasp his shaft, slowly stroking him. his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck. your warm hands moving up and down his rigid cock provided enough friction for him to make a mess all over your palms. you realised he was holding out for you, smiling you kissed the top of his head.

“you’re such a good boy, leon,” you said softly.

at your words, you felt his hips jerk up into your hands. moans escaped his lips as he bit into your neck trying to contain them.

he whimpers your name, panting into the crook of your neck.

“need you so bad,” he sobs, tears swimming in his beautiful blue eyes. his cock pulsing and neglected when you pull your hands away from him.

“fuck, okay, sweetheart,” you muttered. leon leans back into the reclined seat, his hands on your hips. his chest moving up and down with every breath he takes.

you push your damp panties to the side, exposing your dripping cunt, you grind onto leon’s cock, groaning when the bulbous head of his cock nicks your sensitive clit. leon gasps at the feeling of your warm, bare pussy up against him. he wouldn’t last that long inside of you.

his cock finally enters your cunt. barely the tip is in, and you both groan in unison. your nails dig into his shoulders for support as you continue to sink down into him.

you feel each vein and ridge of his cock when he bottomed out in you. you moaned loudly. you were filled to the brim with him.

leon’s chest heaves as he feels your warm, gummy walls swallow his cock. he wanted so badly to fuck into you, but he wanted to be good.

“you’re amazing, sweetheart.” you huff out. “‘m gonna start moving, ‘kay?”

he acknowledges your words by squeezing your hips, unable to trust his voice.

you start bouncing on his cock, and all he manages are choked whines and whimpers that leave his pink, lips. he starts bucking his hips up to you, and you’re moaning when he reaches the spots you thought were imaginable.

the obscene squelching sounds of your drenched cunt being pounded into by leon fills the car alongside his and your desperate moans. it’s insane how wet he makes you.

“you hear that, baby? that’s how good you’re making me feel,” you say with a shaky voice.

your words make his tummy tense. he holds you closer, his hips stuttering before he gets into a rhythm again. he’s close to coming.

“‘m close,” he whimpers, and your pussy tightens around him at the sound of his broken voice.

his bangs are sticking to his forehead from the sweat that accumulated. he looks even more beautiful fucked out like this.

“come with me, baby,” you breathed. you brought one of your hands to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

nearing your orgasm, you press your lips to his, pushing your tongue into his mouth. the intimate moment has both of you coming.

leon’s legs are shaking as he comes inside your pussy. he moans into your mouth, feeling your cunt spasming around his cock when you climax. his hips came to a halt, and you feel his sticky cum ooze out of your sensitive pussy.

you’re both breathless, and he’s still holding onto you like his life depends on it.

“you did so well, leon,” you mumble, moving the bangs from his forehead, giving him a kiss. leon heart skips a beat. you treat him so good.

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folkloresthings · 7 months

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A little prompt maybe? Oscar didn't do well in a race and he's extremely frustrated even if he tried to act cool around everyone reader knows he's not alright.

Once they're finally by themselves Oscar can't help himself and starts kissing reader wanting to take his frustration out on reader.🤭

again, had to elaborate more than just thoughts for this because oh my god 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 longer than i meant to as well rip

it had been building all weekend. ever since he was ran off the track in qualification and lost out on a good starting position. the entire race had been, quite frankly, a disaster. you could barely watch it, the saying car—crash tv becoming all too real. but you had to be there for oscar, your loving boyfriend, because you knew how this would impact him.

he only sighed and gave you a quick kiss when you met him after the race. he didn’t have time to talk, ushered off to an interview, where he painted on that classic smile and shrugged the poor result off. but you could see it. those eyes you’d grown accustomed to had gone dim, disappointment hanging off of his every move. the others fell for his unbothered facade, but you knew him too well.

“you okay?” you finally asked oscar when you were both safe back in the confines of your hotel room. he’d been quiet the whole way there, the frustration and anger building the more times he replayed the race in his mind.

“fine,” he grumbled, slumping onto the edge of the bed, bouncing a little on the soft mattress. you pout, setting your bag down and slipping off your shoes. padding over to him, you slide yourself into his lap with ease. his hands find your waist by habit, legs straddling his thighs.

“can i do anything?” as soon as you offer, he’s got his lips on you. his kiss is hard, nearly knocking you backwards if it weren’t for the death grip he had on your hips. every bit of tension he’d been feeling spills past his lips, desperate for you to ease his pain.

when he breaks from you, lips swollen and breathless, your eyes are wide. oscar had always been gentle with you, even down to just a kiss, but there was a side of him slipping through that you didn’t know existed. and you’d never been so glad for a shit race.

“use me,” you whisper, stroking oscar’s stubbled cheek. his brows furrow, still catching his breath from the kiss. “you can use me. let it all out on me.”

you watch as your boyfriend’s eyes darken, understanding what you mean, hesitant hands creeping to the hem of your skirt.

“please,” you reiterate, shifting your hips on his hardening crotch. “let me help you relax. use me.”

in a flash, oscar’s on top of you and pulling your clothing from your body. the tear of your panties makes you shove him a little, mumbling something about your “favourite pair”, but the words fall away when he wraps his lips around your clit.

“fuck, oscar,” you whine, hand tightening in his hair. he’s a starved man, lapping you up like he’s been promised his last meal on earth.

pulling him up by the roots of his brunette locks, you revel for a second in the sight of his. his lips are slick with your wetness, pupils blown side. tasting yourself on his lips pulls a deep moan from your chest, grabbing lower at where his dick pulses hard against his middle.

“use me,” you repeat, guiding his tip to your dripping centre, clenching around nothing in desperation for him. “oscar, please. as hard as you want — just let go.”

it’s all he needs to slip into you, right to the hilt in one go, all breath leaving your chest at the feeling. he groans lowly, letting the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in wash over him. you grasp at his back, nails digging into his skin to urge him along.

“shit, darling,” oscar grunts, hips snapping against yours. your quiet hotel room fills with the sound of skin on skin, his moans and panting and your whines of his name. his grip was sure to leave a bruise in the morning, littering your breasts and middle. you whimper when he slips out of you, feeling emptier than ever, until he expertly turns you on your front.

his rough grip pulls your hips backward, ass rounding for his eyes only, letting him pound back into you at a brand new angle. it takes everything in you not to slump into the mattress, his endless fucking into you taking over all of your senses.

“stay right there for me, baby,” his australian droll fills your head, hands slipping to you front to hold you up. “feels so good, so fucking good. my girl, my good girl.”

his endless babble brings that white heat rising in your core, falling over the edge before you can even warn him. your thighs shake, collapsing into the soft bed as you gush on his cock, surely soaking the hotel sheets. the tightness of your hole as you cum squeezes oscar’s length with such a warmth that he’s crying out for you.

a few more hard thrusts and oscar’s load spills into you, coating your walls and dripping out of your pulsing hole once he slips out. falling down next to you, his hands turn gentle when he pulls you into his side, cradling your head to his chest.

“thank you,” he whispers and kisses your temple. “that really helped.”

“you should have terrible races every weekend if that’s the outcome,” you giggle, pressing yourself closer into him.

“no promises on the races,” oscar whispers. “but just say the word and i’ll fuck you silly whenever you want.”

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lieutnt · 6 months

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KINKTOBER - #14

power imbalance w/ sergeant!john price x captain!male reader kinktober masterlist

A knock on your office door has you momentarily distracted, calling out a short “Come in,” before turning your attention back to the paperwork littering your desk. You don’t look at who walks in, not until the footsteps stop on the other side of your desk. A brief glance up has you acknowledging the man with a short nod, “Sergeant Price, how can I help?”

“Captain,” he nods back. “Just wondering if you needed any help with anything?” You’ve been doing this more often lately, sitting side by side at your desk while Price takes care of the documents he’s allowed to see, his attempt at working his way up the ranks you assume.

Shuffling through your documents you pick a few out, simple ones that just need your signature and pile them up to the side. “Grab a chair,” you motion to one of the spares in your office and get back to work, not really paying attention as Price settles next to you and begins to work on the piles of paper.

You work together in mostly silence, only answering the odd question your Sergeant has and before you know it hours have passed, leaving your back aching from being hunched over so long. Price looks over as you set your pen down, eyes drifting to the skin that’s exposed as you lean back and stretch, your shirt riding up. You don’t notice and his eyes continue down, looking over the way your pants pull tight across your thighs and he can’t help but shift slightly at the bulge under the material.

He swallows heavily, “You ok, Captain?”

Once you’re finished stretching you hum slightly, pulling down your shirt to Price’s dismay. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to sitting in these chairs,” you joke, adjusting yourself to get some of the feeling back in your legs.

From then on he’s suspiciously quiet and distracted, unable to sit still while his eyes constantly drift over to you. Rather than focusing on signing documents he can’t help but think about what you look like under your layers, or how you would feel in his mouth. He’s caught glances of you when you happen to shower at the same time but never your front, although the imprint left in your underwear when you’re changing leaves little to the imagination.

It’s your turn to ask, “Everything ok there, Sergeant?” It snaps him out of his thoughts, and he only now realises he’s been daydreaming for a while. “I can finish these up on my own,” you say, gesturing towards the now smaller amount of paperwork on your desk.

Your gaze makes his stomach flutter and he quickly shakes his head. “I’m sorry Captain,” he clears his throat, “Can’t seem to focus.”

Your smile melts his heart, eyes turning soft. “It can do that to you. I think it’s probably time for a break.” You go to stand but he stops you with a hand on your knee, swivelling in his chair so he’s facing you.

“Can I try something?” His face is bright red, nervousness coursing through his blood. If he’s read this wrong god knows where his career will end up, but he can’t help but think you show him a little favouritism.

He sinks to his knees between your feet, hands skirting up your inner thighs to fiddle with your zipper, dragging it down and letting his fingers graze over your clothed cock. You watch with a faint smile, eager to see what he’s going to do next.

Hooking a finger under your waistband he drags your underwear down as much as he can, letting the elastic go so he can hold you in his hand and lick a stripe up the underside of your cock. He moans when he gets to the head, tongue darting out to lap at your tip before taking it in his mouth, hand stroking the rest. He sinks deeper, tongue swirling around your shaft as your fingers comb through his hair, sparks shooting through his veins at your airy moan of, “Good boy.”

Hollowing his cheeks he begins to bob up and down, slurping around your cock as saliva starts to run down his chin, the warmth of his mouth encouraging you to give small thrusts of your hips, pushing more and more of your shaft into his mouth. When you touch his throat he gags slightly, quickly pushing through it as he continuously swallows, groaning around you as he draws back to taste the pre-cum dripping from your tip.

He’s already rock hard in his pants, the sight of you moaning above him in pleasure enough to have him throbbing. Drawing back he lavishes your cock with attention, letting it slip from his lips as he tongues at your shaft, licking up to your glans until you’re grabbing your cock with your free hand and tapping it against his lips.

Relaxing his jaw, his lips part around your cock as your hand moves to the back of his neck, gently pulling him towards you as you curse into the air, going until his nose is pressed against your stomach, his throat constricting tight and hot around your cock. You stay there for a few seconds, letting the sensation wash over you before letting him go, slightly chuckling as he goes back to bobbing up and down on your cock.

“Do you like sucking anyone’s cock this much or just mine, Sergeant?” You don’t expect an answer but find yourself surprised when he pulls off completely, stroking you in his hand as he takes a few deep breaths.

“Just yours, Captain.” Before you can reply he goes down again until you hit the back of his throat, hips jumping slightly as his tongue quickly runs in broad strokes across your cock.

“Shit, I’m close, Price.” With your warning he doubles his efforts, pace sloppy and hurried as he works you to orgasm. The heat of his mouth quickly becomes too much, hips bucking into him until you’re cumming down his throat, groaning as it milks you dry, not stopping as he swallows your release. His tongue continues to lick at you, not stopping even as you soften and you’re forced to pull him off, the slight pain of overstimulation beginning to settle in.

He rests against your thigh, a moment of peace as he gradually catches his breath. Your hand doesn’t stop gliding through his hair, nails slightly scratching across his scalp as dots of pleasure leave the corner of your vision. You don’t catch the way Price’s eyes have slipped shut, or the way his underwear is now soaked with cum.

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