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pacifymebby · 1 year

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Peaky boys and reader who teases them all day and then gets a portion of flip flops or rough fuck.

My morning starts with me going to your profile and watching updates. And my heart blazes when I see that something has come out. You're great!! 🖤

Ohhhh lovely what a sweet little message! Im sorry i know u sent this ages ago but im only just getting round to it now!! I’m so so sorry its taken me so long. I hope you'll like these <3

Tommy

🌿 Not a forgiving man. At all. He can hold a grudge and he does not appreciate being teased...

🌿 Especially not when he’s told you 100 times that he's busy, that he’s got a lot of work he should be focussing on, yet you still insist upon visiting him in his office, sitting yourself down on his desk so that he has no choice but to focus on you and not the work in question.

🌿 When he asks what you’re doing and you can hear the impatience in his voice so you open your legs slowly to show him you aren’t wearing any underwear, he struggles to hold back his temper... he can’t believe you’re really messing with him right now...

🌿 He also can’t believe he’s managing to resist you right now.

🌿 Sending you away is the last thing he wants to do but he does, his hands firm on your knees as he pushes your legs back together and refuses to show you how much he wants you.

🌿 If this is the game you want to play and you really think you can push your luck teasing him, then he’s going to tease you back twice as hard.

🌿 He’d lure you in, bringing you so close to him, then he’s whisper something incredibly dirty in your ear. He’d tell you to go home, go to your room, undress and wait for him, he'd promise you he wouldn’t be long

🌿 “If I come home and you have so much as a sock on you’ll be in trouble and not the kind you’re hoping for angel...”

🌿 And then he’d make you wait ALL day as punishment so that you weren’t sure whether he’d forgotten about you or not.

🌿 But trust me when he does get home you’re in for the roughest fuck of your life. He’s going to exhaust you so that you’ll know never to interrupt him and tease him again.

Alfie

🐻 Loves winding you up more than he cares to admit. In fact, the more he can tell you want him the more he wants to tease you.

🐻 He knows you so well that he can tell just from the smallest change in your demeanour that you’re pining for him... and he will use that against you.

🐻When he notices out the corner of his eye that you’ve dropped something on the floor on purpose so that you can bend down and give him a view to remember, he will make sure not to let you catch him looking, in fact he’ll make a show of busying himself somewhere else so that you know he really isn’t bothered by your efforts.

🐻He can keep this up all day... if you want him, you’re going to have to straight up beg him because he will purposefully ignore all your hints and subtleties just to torture you

🐻And if you don’t give up and start begging he will basically corner you into admitting to your tricks.

🐻 “Are you alright there poppet? You look like you want to tell me something... yeah actually, you haven’t stopped giving me those eyes all day... why don’t you come here yeah...”

🐻He’ll let you think for a moment that you’re finally going to get what you want but that isn’t how this is going to work. He’s going to tease and tease and tease.

🐻He’d turn his chair, pull it away from his desk and towards you, “Come on then darlin, come sit here in your old mans lap, talk to me yeah... don’t just float around my office giving me them eyes... you never know, I might be able to help...eh?”

🐻He’d make you sit in his lap, make you balance with your legs either side of one of his thighs and he’d make sure to apply just enough pressure making you squirm in his lap as he spoke to you. Then he’d draw it out, he’d have his hands on your waist and hips holding you still and in place, smirking at you, knowing he’s stopping you from being able to rub yourself on his thigh. “Now then poppet, why don’t you tell me what's going on... what you looking at me with those sad little eyes for... what do you want?”

🐻He’d be trailing his fingers over your skin, the cool metallic touch of his rings leaving goosebumps wherever they went.

🐻 He won’t let you go until you’ve admitted to what you want, and even then, he’d just lean back in his chair and tell you to show him how badly you wanted it, he’d make you get off grinding on his thigh, or have you sit on his desk and touch yourself, the whole time all you want is for him to touch you.

🐻 Might give you what you want if you put on a good enough show, but the chances are he’s going to make you edge yourself for a very long time before he decides you’ve earned a spoiling.

Arthur

🍂 You don’t really believe you’d get the chance to tease him?

🍂 Seriously, the first attempt at teasing him and he’s going to flip you over his desk and fuck you till your mind is blank and hazy.

🍂 He might seem on board with at first, he might laugh when you sit in his lap and grind on him before getting up, trying to leave him with a hard on and no satisfaction... but he isn’t going to let you go and you know it.

🍂 “where do you think you’re going darlin... get back here...”

🍂 If you don’t do as you’re told you can expect him to respond with force, getting up and following you out of his office, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, carrying you back and throwing you down onto his desk ready to teach you a lesson.

🍂 “You want to play games do you darlin, you thought you’d come down here and try to tease your Arthur did you? Well love, that ain't how this is gonna work...”

🍂 He’ll fuck you, hard fast and rough, fucking you from behind and spanking you, bending over you so that he can growl in your ear, so many degrading things.

🍂 “Wanted to try and be a little slut did you, wanted to play at being a fucking whore well I’ll make a whore out of you yet love, I’ll make you a fucking good whore...”

🍂 Won’t be quiet about it and will definitely use the racket you’re making to further your humiliation and punish you for misbehaving. He’ll remind you that everyone can hear you making all this noise, that everyone will know now how much of a little whore you are.

John

🌼 He can’t lie, he likes it when you try and tease him, in fact he loves it when you try to tease him. He likes all the effort you go to, he thinks its cue how desperate for his attention you are. He will ignore you at first just to make you work even harder

�� And, he’s a bastard about it, because he loves to tease you right back. Every time you make a move and try to tease him he’ll out manoeuvre you, luring you in, making you think he’s falling for your tricks and then just when you think you’ve won hell make his move, trick you into letting out a little moan for him when he slips his fingers between your legs and catches you out, or when he drags his teeth over the sensitive place on your neck only to push you away and pretend he’s hardly noticed you at all.

🌼 He will do it all day and what's worse, he’ll laugh at you. The more sexually frustrated you get the more he’ll tease and laugh because it’s so entertaining to him seeing you get flustered and frustrated and needy for him.

🌼 He doesn’t know why you always fall for his tricks either, you’d think a clever girl like you would know the fifth time he tells you to come sit in his lap and tell him what you want, that you’d tell him to fuck off. That you’d know he was only going to kiss your nose and smirk like a teenager saying something like “too bad sunbeam, that ain’t gonna happen...” and yet somehow he manages to dangle just enough hope in front of you that you fall for it every time.

🌼He’ll keep it up until you’re all teary eyed and sulky, until you genuinely look a little bit like you can’t take his teasing anymore. But before you get what you want he’ll have you on your knees beneath his desk looking up at him with wide doe eyes, telling him you’re sorry for being a tease and begging him to let you get what you want.

Bonnie

🍀 He's just as impatient as Arthur and he doesn’t like playing games however, he won’t respond at all like the Shelby because a) he isn’t about to lose his temper over sex and b) he would be worried about scaring you or being too aggressive with you

🍀 Also he knows what you’re like, he understands this game you like to play and he knows that if he’s patient and bides his time then he’ll get everything he wants and more.

🍀 He won’t really let you tease him though, at least he won’t let you frustrate him. He’ll enjoy how tactile you are with him and of course he’ll let his eyes linger on you when you walk with those swaying hips or you let the collar of your blouse slip down to reveal your shoulder.

🍀 He’ll let you inspire that possessive nature he has when it comes to you, he’ll let you wind him up and up and up until he’s about to snap and then when he’s really riled up he’ll steal you away somewhere the two of you can be alone.

🍀 There’ll be no words at first, just his body trapping you between him and the wall, his lips on yours his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, teeth colliding, biting your bottom lip.

🍀 He’d be just as desperate for you as you are him and he’d definitely take control, fucking you against the wall one hand on your hip the other on your throat.

🍀 He’d be so soft dom! about it, getting as close to you as he possibly can, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, making you look into his eyes the whole time, telling you not to close your eyes, talking you through your high with little demands and lots of praise.

🍀 If anything he’s rewarding you for being such a little tease.

🍀 The one thing which would potentially have him snap would be if in order to tease him you tried to flirt with another man, or you ignored Bonnie in favour of talking to other men, even if you weren’t flirting with them. That would bring out his competitive side and his jealous streak and then you’d really be in for it. He’d fuck you hard until you could hardly think anymore all the while telling you that you’re his girl, you belong to him. Asking you who you belong to, making you say it and then forcing you to quiet with his fingers or tongue in your mouth.

🍀 Overstimulates you as "punishment" he'll keep making you cum over and over, not letting youbrest, watching as your eyes roll back and your body shakes. He loves watching you loose control and exhaust yourself cumming for him and when you're sobbing and mumbling all tired and fucked out that it feels "too good" he'll talk so soft and sweet to you, "good girl, just one more baby you can take it, i know you can, just one more for me little dove,"

Isaiah

🐀Doesn’t like being teased by you, you’re his girl and he wants you to be obedient and respectful.

🐀 That being said he loves it when you show him how much you want him, how desperate for his attention you are. He knows that because you’re desperate for him you will do whatever he tells you and he loves the control over you he has

🐀 So if you’re being particularly naughty that day, trying to distract him, or trying to flirt with other people in front of him to draw his attention, he will snatch your wrist and take you to the bedroom where he will command you down onto your knees, deep throat fuck you until you’ve tears running down your cheeks.

🐀 But here's the thing, once he’s cum he’s going to coax you back up to his level, he’s going to let you think that he’s about to take pity on you and reward you for being so good for him and then

🐀 he’s going to sit down, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and have you climb into his lap, sit on his cock... when you’re expecting him to fuck you he’ll just smirk and shrug.

🐀 “Not just now eh love, someones got to teach you to be patient,” and then he’ll have you cockwarm him indefinitely. He’ll sit there with you balanced on his cock, forcing you to feel him going soft inside you, making you squirm and holding you still so that you can’t grind against him or get any satisfaction yourself... you’ll have to sit there being very still and well behaved even when you feel him getting hard again... every now and then just as you’re beginning to settle down in his lap he’ll twitch inside you and wake you right back up again

🐀 Then finally he’ll ask you whether you’re sorry, make you promise to be a good girl from now on. He won’t let you cum though, he’ll just say something like “maybe next time sweetheart,” and then leave you on your own to teach you a lesson.

🐀 He'd better not come back to find you trying to satisfy yourself or there will be serious trouble

Michael

☘️ Doesn’t like to be denied anything because he’s lowkey spoiled and entitled. If you try to tease him he’ll be like... “the audacity :o” and he won’t know what to do.... at first

☘️ He’ll be pretty quick to think up a way to punish you, the whole plan being to make sure you know never to try and tease him again

☘️ At first he’d straight up ignore you, at least he’d try to, he isn’t very good at hiding the way he feels and his frustration would be so clear on his face and in his demeanour. So you would know you were winning.

☘️ Then he’s start his assault on you, subtle at first, little caresses and touches, double meanings when he whispers something dirty in your ear.

☘️ It won’t matter whether you’re alone or in a room full of other people, his tactics will be the same

☘️ He’d slide his hand up your skirt slowly, really slowly, maybe making it a little further up every time he tried it, before dragging it away and pretending as if he hadn’t done a thing.

☘️ He’d have you sitting beside him, opposite Tommy Shelby, forcing you to try and keep quiet when his fingers have slipped between your thighs and are stroking over the lace of your underwear.

☘️ he has so many little tricks to build you up and up and up only to deny you satisfaction every single time. Each time he tries something its more intense and yet still with no reward.

☘️ By the end of the day you don’t know what to do with yourself, you’re up and down so much you’re exhausted, your poor heart and clit cannot take much more of these acrobatics.

☘️ He will not let you sleep, once you’re in bed together thats when his fun and your punishment really begins. He’ll keep bringing you up, taking you so close to your high only to pull away and give you nothing, leaving you begging for him to let you cum.

☘️ He’ll edge you like that until you’re crying and begging for him to stop but like Isaiah he won’t let you cum, he’ll make you suck his dick and have you apologise for being a little tease and then afterwards he’ll ask you whether you’ve learnt your lesson.

☘️ “Are you going to try all that nonsense again y/n or do you think you’ve learned your lesson now?”

#Peaky Blinders x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky Blinders headcannons #Bonnie Gold x Reader #Tommy Shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #Alfie solomans x reader #John Shelby x reader #Michael gray x reader

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msbyomimi · 8 months

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visiting your doting husband at work

Osamu Miya x fem!reader

wc: 1565 words

contains sexual content (oral m! receiving) MDNI

“Ohhhh baby slow down” A moan ripping from his throat as his head tilted back, sweat gathering along his forehead lightly from the strain of holding back. “Hah…mmmm…you’re gonna hurt yourself pretty” his voice straining and thick with desire that had a wetness pooling in your lacy panties.

The same lacy panties and matching bralette you decided to show up wearing to surprise your husband with at work.

He was swamped handling a lunch crowd. As you entered the doors of Onigiri Miya, the soft bell jingling to indicate your arrival, his head whipped around to see you. A beaming smile spread contagiously across his handsome face, his hair tucked messily under his black cap, eyes gleaming with eagerness to see you. “Angel! Ya stop by to get some food?”

You swiftly go up to the bar area and plop down in your usual seat. Your casual clothes made you look so organized and simply enjoying your day off. However that couldn’t be further from the truth as underneath the clothes lay your husband's favorite lingerie pair. The pair he bought for your first anniversary, practically pleading with you to put it on since “ya’d look so gorgeous in that shade of pink” and “I’ve been dreamin’ of ya wearing’ this for months”.

The man himself, dressed in his tight black shirt that hugged his biceps just right, black Onigiri Miya hat atop his head, looked down at you from behind the counter.

“Hi baby, I was just bored at the apartment and wanted to see you. I didn’t mean to interrupt you during lunch rush. I’ll wait till it slows down to talk with you~”

A lovesick smile spread across your face as you looked at your husband. Who simply stared back at you with the most awestruck expression. “Angel-“ he started to whisper, voice dripping with a promise of spoiling you for hours before being cut off by one of the patrons at the restaurant.

“Excuse me sir, could I order some food to go?”

Osamu swallowed thickly, pulling himself together and turning to the man asking him a question. “O’course! What’d ya like to try?” Slipping easily back into the role of simply running his establishment. What he’s been doing with practiced effort and devotion for the past 2 years.

Customers came and went as the time flew by. Osamu ran around helping take care of everything, not being able to stand still for hardly a couple moments. Until finally, as the last person left through the door, he sighed heavily, taking off his cap and wiping across his forehead from the hard work. He stalked over to the door and flipped the sign to Closed. Indicating that another day’s wrapped up and that he would be able to focus his attention back to you.

“Sorry about that darlin’. It was so busy” he muttered, walking back towards the counter, stopping right in front of you and trapping you in your seat by placing his arms on either side of you. Your back pressed against the lip of the countertop, eyes peering up at him softly, licking your suddenly dry lips.

“Wasn’t as bad a rush today seeing your pretty face there the whole time. Couldn’t help taking glances at ya gorgeous.” He whispered hurriedly, leaning in towards your chest, eyes lidded and gazing down at you. His muscular frame was a hair away from pressing against you, the two of you locked in a sizzling gaze that expressed just how much you missed one another.

“Samu…” the desperate call of his name tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. His name a helplessly plea you sent him, begging him to understand what you mean, what you need from that one single word alone.

A deep chuckle reverberated against his chest, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His brown eyes glowing with the promise of a good night together.

“I got ya baby~ I’ll take good care of ya”.

His deep voice uttered the words as he slowly leaned in, trapping you against his chest and the counter, leaving no place to run. His soft lips getting dangerously close to your own, before stopping. Confused, you let out a soft whine of frustration, opening your eyes only to see him staring down at you, ravenous.

“Tell me what ya want baby~ I’ll do anything ya just gotta tell me”.

That cheeky bastard, he knows what you want. A pout and glare were sent his way holding no malice whatsoever. He let out a laugh at your expression, hand coming up and cupping your face gently. His thumb tenderly caressed across the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t give me that~ Please love? I wanna hear ya say it.”

Your eyes peered into his own sensual gaze that was transfixed on your lips. Teasingly, you slowly took your tongue and wet your bottom lip, teeth sinking into it purposefully. Casting an innocent gaze towards Osamu who looked just about ready to cave and take all his desires for himself. A soft groan escaped his lips at your teasing and his voice dripped with desperation as he raggedly spoke “Please say it, need to hear you say what you want”.

Finally giving him the satisfaction, you spoke softly looking deep into his eyes “Kiss me~ I want you Osamu, need all of you so bad.”

A relieved sigh left his lips hurriedly as he pulled you in for a searing kiss. Messily slotting his lips against yours, swallowing all your moans as he licked your mouth tasting you desperately. “Mmmf. So good baby” He pulled away suddenly, not being able to keep up with the rush of his desires. He reached behind you, lifting you by your ass suddenly. Causing a yelp to leave you as you scrambled to wrap your legs around his torso, letting him take you wherever he wanted.

He kissed you rushed and full of soft mewls and wet lip smacking until you ended up in his office. He sat you down on his desk and locked the door behind him. There was no one else there but it could never hurt to be safe.

“Angel can ya suck me off please?” His voice left him with a pathetic whimper at the end. He was so desperate to see you in front of him on your knees, looking so damn adorable while pleasing him.

Your body moved on its own down to the be kneeling in front of Osamu. Taking off your top to reveal the bralette you had originally planned to surprise him with this whole time.

A loud moan ripped through his chest as he soaked in the sight before him. You with your honey sweet gaze looking up at him from the floor, face right in front of the tent in his pants. Your gorgeous tits pressed appetizingly together by the soft baby pink bralette he bought you.

“Oh fuck! Angel oh!” His body almost crumbled as his knees buckled. He held himself up thanks to his desk behind him. “I love ya. Oooo I love ya so much” the words tumbled past his lips in between heavy pants in a wave of emotions. Lust and devotion swirling, mixing together to create a heady cocktail he could never get enough of.

Sensing your husband's patience thinning you got to work quickly. Your greedy hands made quick work in removing his belt and pants. Shucking them down his legs leaving him in his boxers, hard dick restricted against the fabric. A wet spot of pre-cum showing up through the gray material.

“Is this all for me Samu?~” You teasingly spoke, words drowned in teasing lust for the man panting above you. He’d pulled up his black t-shirt, teeth biting into the fabric to muffle his loud noises. Leaving you with a view of his glistening abs and pecs. Until he couldn’t resist and ripped off the t-shirt, chest panting, and eyes wide looking down at your flushed face.

“Mmf!~ hah hah course it’s for ya, no one else could make my body go this crazy-Oh fuck!”

A loud groan slipped past his lips as you took your sly tongue and licked across the bulge in his boxers. Eyes peering up at him to witness his beautiful reactive face. His hands were gripping onto the desk so tightly now it would have hurt if not for the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Wanna taste you Samu~” you purred out, fingers tracing along the taunt skin at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Go ahead baby, taste me. I’m yours”

Hearing those words you finally brought down his boxers, allowing his hard cock to bounce up, thick veins coating it, and a drop of pre-cum dribbling down the side of it. He was twitching and desperate to feel you in any way he could. A loud sigh of relief left his throat as your tongue licked a burning swipe up the side of his dick.

“Angel please- ahhh Oooo just like that~ your mouth feels so damn good baby fuck”

The sounds leaving his lips were downright sinful. Nothing but a panting mess so drunk off of pleasure to say anything remotely sensible. You suckled sloppily on the head of his cock, bringing it eagerly into your mouth and moaning at the salty taste of his pre.

Judging from the blissed out look he cast down at you, your husband loved your little surprise today. The two of you were in for a long night together, where Samu will show you just how much he appreciates your surprise. He does need to return the favor after all.

might eventually make a part two to this, we shall see <33 hope ya enjoy

#osamu miya #osamu miya smut #hq osamu #hq osamu miya #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyu smut #~smor writes sometimes~#god Im sorry for the end but ya know I could always do a part 2 #its 3am plz Im tired lol

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kennarose1108 · 8 months

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My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK) !PART 3!

PART 1 PART 2

*WARNING! THIS PART HAS GOES INTO DETAIL OF SEXUAL ASSAULT*

"I don't need an escort." You say with your arms wrapped firmly around your chest in anger. "It's a bodyguard and yes you do. I'm not arguing about this anymore." Negan says with a small roll of his eyes as he walks around the room, getting himself ready to leave.

"I'm a big girl Negan, I can handle myself." You say. Negan sighs in frustration, "Two people were killed on the premises. I'm not taking any chances." He says while throwing on his leather jacket. "Didn't the person who did that escape?" You ask. Negan sighed and held the bridge of his nose in annoyance before turning to you. "Enough Y/N. When my mind is set it is damn set and you know that." Negan says. You groan and throw yourself back down onto the bed so you are lying down. "...Can I at least pick who's going to be hovering over my shoulder all day?" You say while staring up at the ceiling. "No," Negan says without hesitation. You groan again. Negan sighs, "Listen, Arat is going to be with you as much as she can and you like Arat." Negan says while sitting down on the bed next to you.

"But Arat is one of my best, if not the best, solider I got. So I'll have to trade her out with other people." Negan explains. "Dwight?" You ask while turning your head to look at him. Negan chuckles, "No. Douchebag got himself into a hole for letting my puppy out." Negan says with a shit-eating grin. "Well, who does that leave? ...Oh god no don't say Simon, Jesus no." You say with a cringe. Negan chuckles at your words. "No. David will." He says. You groan loudly, "Ohhhh god! That's even worse!" You put your face into your hands and continue to groan. Negan smirks and leans his head back, "What's wrong with David?" Negan asks. "Jesus- what's not wrong with David? He's a creep, annoying, a weirdo, and he's loud and obnoxious." You say while looking back at him.

"Well, I'm loud and obnoxious too and you seem to like me." He says with a grin. "That's because you have a charm. David has no redeeming qualities." You say. Negan leans closer to you, his grin widening. "I have a charm?" He asks. You roll your eyes, "Ugh... Of course, that's the only thing you heard in that sentence. You totally missed the whole 'I hate David' part." You say. "Oh! How about Laura? I like Laura." You say with a hopeful look on your face. Negan slowly shakes his head, "Nope. She's gotta watch over Mr. Smartypants." Negan says. You groan again, "Goddd... I'll just lock myself in here forever." You say with a sigh. "Great. Problem solved then." Negan says while standing on his feet.

You glare a him, "That was supposed to make you feel bad." Negan chuckles. "I know." He says with a smirk before he bent down to kiss you on your lips. You turned your cheek to him and tried to suppress the smile that wanted to form on your lips. Negan chuckles, "Is that how it's gonna be?" He asks, just barely a few inches away from your face.

A smirk formed on your lips. Negan bent down further, his lips now barely above the skin under your ear as he whispered, "If you keep acting like a brat I'll have to punish you y'know..." As he spoke you could feel his lips brushing along your sensitive skin. A chill went down your spine and you suck in a shaky breath. "Maybe I want to be punished..." You whispered. Negan's grin somehow widened and he let out a low and dark chuckle, "Hm... Darlin'... I don't think you understand what you do to me." He whispers.

Negan then grabs your jaw and forces your face to look back at him. Before you could even react he slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you into a hungry kiss. The kiss was sloppy and rough. He kissed you like he was starving. Like he hadn't eaten in days and you were a four-course meal. But he couldn't do this forever, he had business to attend to.

Before he pulled away he bit down harshly on your bottom lip. You groaned in surprise and a bit of pain. When he pulled away a line of spit kept you two together until it broke when he was far enough away. You reached your hand up and touched your swollen and throbbing lip.

"Don't worry. I didn't break the skin." He says with a smug grin. "I'll see you later." He says with a wink while rubbing your cheek with his fingers. He straightened himself up, giving you one last good look before walking to the door and leaving.

"Douchebag..." You mumble under your breath.

After about an hour you were getting hungry. So you got dressed and walked out of the room. When you walked out you were met with David. He stepped in front of you with a smirk on his face, "Where you goin'?" He asks. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Really? He's having you guarding the door? Jesus..." You say in annoyance. "I'm getting something to eat. Move." You hissed while pushing him aside and walking down the hall. David followed closely behind and you tried to keep your annoyance suppressed but it was difficult.

You were walking fast, trying to keep your distance between you and David. "Slow down," David ordered from behind you. You rolled your eyes and ignored him. Then David forcefully grabbed your elbow and yanked you back. You spun your head around and snatched your arm out of his grip. "Don't touch me." You hissed.

"Or what?" He asks with a chuckle. You glare at him, "Don't. Touch. Me." You repeat in a more threatening tone of voice. "I wouldn't have to touch you if you listened," David says while stepping close to you and getting in your face. You glared daggers at him and you shook your head gently.

"Whatever..." You mumble before turning around and continuing to walk.

When you finished eating your breakfast you decided you wanted to walk outside to get some fresh air. This day was stressful for you and you wanted to get a breather. "Where are you going?" David asks with an annoyed huff. "Outside. Is that a crime now?" You ask. "Why the fuck are you going outside?" David asks. You stopped walking and turned to glare at him, "Isn't your job just to follow me around? Why the hell are you asking me questions? Just do whatever job Negan assigned you and stop talking to me." You say before turning back around and walking outside.

David glared at you before following you. As you walked around slowly outside around the gate you sighed in relaxation and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on your skin. It would be perfect if there weren't hoards of dead people walking around outside of the gate.

But your peaceful was so interrupted, "So... Y/N, I have a few questions." David says. You sighed in annoyance, "What?" David smirks. "Are you happy with Negan?" David asks. This question made you stop in your tracks. "Excuse me?" You ask while turning around. "Does he satisfy you?" David asks with a grin. You squinted your eyes and gave him a look of disgust. "None of your goddamn business." You say while turning around so you can continue walking... But David stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and shoved you against one of the sanctuary walls. "The fu- LET GO!" You yelled. "Oh c'mon... We don't gotta hate each other..." David says with a smirk. His hands squeezed tightly on your arms and you winced, "STOP!" You shouted. "I can make you feel good. Better than he can." David says while trailing his fingers along your side. "Fuck off!" You yelled while shoving him away. You turned to run off but he grabbed you again.

One of his hands grabbed one of your wrists and pinned them to the side of your head while his other hand forcefully grabbed your jaw and slammed your head back into the wall. You let out a small cry on impact as the wind was knocked out of you.

"Listen here you little bitch. The more you fight, the more I enjoy myself. So if I were you, I'd just do what you're told." He says angrily while squeezing your jaw tightly. His touch was so much different than Negan's... When Negan had his hand on your jaw earlier it was gentle and full of love... David's touch was harsh, cold, and full of anger.

"Just stop fighting and I'll give you the time of your life," David says in a low tone of voice. "Stop! I-I'll tell Negan what you're doing!" You say with fear in your eyes. "Hm... Who do you think he'll believe? The one who hates the other one and will do anything to get that person off their back or the one who's just trying to do their job?" David says with a chuckle. "He'll believe me." You hissed. "Mm... I doubt it." David mumbled. "You see, Negan has known me a lot longer than you sweetheart. Plus, when I'm done with you you'll be begging for more." David says with a smirk.

The hand that was on your jaw went down your body and he began to undo your belt. You took this opportunity to swing your head forward and smash your head against his nose. He yelled out loud and held his nose in pain as he stumbled back. You turned and ran back into the sanctuary. "FUCKING BITCH!" David screamed while storming back into the sanctuary behind you.

You ran through the sanctuary, David close behind you. You wanted to run to Negan, but you had no idea where he was. He could be anywhere or even not at the sanctuary at all. So, you ran to the only other place that made you feel safe...

The bedroom.

You were far away from the bedroom... You just had to make sure he didn't catch you before you made it there and he was catching up to you quickly. Adrenaline pumped into your veins which helped you run faster.

David yelled at you, telling you to come back. When you heard him right on your trail you finally saw the door to your bedroom. Your eyes widen with hope... But then David grabbed you again. He grabbed your upper arm and yanked you back. You screamed and reached back, scratching your nails across his face. He yelled in pain and stumbled back again. You quickly ran to the door and opened it before slamming it shut, locking it behind you.

David banged against the door and your breath was shaky as you slowly backed away from the door. He kicked the door one last time before giving up and grumbling to himself. Your body trembled in fear as you slowly sat down at the end of your bed. The only thought that went through your mind was;

'...How the hell am I going to explain this to Negan?'

As you waited for Negan you paced around the room, biting your nails nervously. This wasn't going to end well and you knew it...

The door knob jiggled and you froze and stared at it in fear. You thought David was trying to make his way back in again. "Darlin'?" Negan's voice says through the door. You sigh in relief and walk over to the door. You unlocked it and walked back to where you were previously standing. Negan opens the door and scans your body over. He saw how tense you were and how nervous you looked. "What's going on?" He asks curiosity and concern in his voice. "Um... Can... Can you sit down?" You ask while motioning to the edge of the bed. He squints his eyes and looks at you up and down, "Okay... Why?" He asks while leaning Lucille against the wall next to the door and slowly moving to the end of the bed.

"Um... Because this will be easier to explain when you're not looming over me." You say with a nervous chuckle. Negan continues to stare at you before he slowly sits down. You stared at him for a moment before pacing back and forth again nervously. You bit the nail on your thumb and tried thinking of the best way to say this to him without him getting all murdery...

He watched you walk back and forth for a moment before getting annoyed, "Y/N. Tell me. Now." He ordered, his eyes getting darker. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him nervously, "Promise me you won't get mad... Please." You begged, your eyes glazing over with tears. He squinted his eyes again. "Don't give me a reason to get mad then." He says. You give him a pleading look and he sighs deeply, "I promise..." He mutters.

You take in a shaky breath and lower your hand from your lips. "U-Um... Okay well... It started this morning," You say. "I got up to get some breakfast and David was guarding the door... When I left he was telling me to slow down and I ignored him. It made him upset and he forcefully grabbed my elbow and yanked me back..." You explain.

You couldn't make full eye contact with Negan, you just gave his eyes some glances before looking around the room nervously. But even in those glances you already noticed him getting pissed off.

You shift around nervously, "But... I held my ground and everything went okay until we went outside..." Your body began to tremble in fear. Fear of how Negan would react... Stupidly part of your brain worried about David's words... You were worried that Negan wouldn't believe you and take David's side. But the other side of your brain was scared that he would believe you... You knew he would raise hell upon David and everybody in his path.

"He started asking me these... Questions. Like if I was happy with you and if you," You swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing. "Satisfied me." You say with disgust and a cringe on your face. "What?" Negan hisses in a low tone of voice while standing to his feet. You take a step back and look around the room nervously, "This is where this issue ends right?" He asks, anger laced into his voice. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out... Negan's eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, "...What else happened?" His voice was low and menacing... Like he was ready to pounce at any second.

Your breath was shaky and you stood there nervously, "Y/N-" "He pushed me against the wall." You say while interrupting him. You had to get this out quickly. "He started saying things like he could make me feel better than you could. I tried fighting him off but he grabbed me by the jaw and slammed the back of my head into the wall." You say with your voice cracking with emotion.

"He said 'The more you fight the more I enjoy it'. I then told him I'd tell you and he said you wouldn't believe me and you'd believe him..." Your body trembled as you spoke, your gaze was to the floor and you didn't know what Negan's reaction was at the moment, and in all honesty... You didn't want to know.

"The hand that was on my jaw lowered down and he tried undoing my belt..." You say before pausing as your voice cracks while you fight back tears. You cleared your throat before continuing, "I was able to get out of his hold and run off. He caught me once before I made it here but I scratched him across the face. He banged against the door before giving up..." You felt a weight off your shoulders after you finished telling him your story.

As you sighed in relief after finally getting this over with a tear fell from your eye. The room fell into a deep, threatening, and slightly awkward silence. You finally built up the courage to slowly move your eyes up to meet his gaze. When your eyes met his gaze you were a bit startled to see him staring back at you with a blank look on his face. You two stared at each other for a moment before you decided to speak up... But he beat you to it.

"So... He tried to rape you?" Negan asks, the blank stare still on his face. You slowly nodded. He continued to stare at you for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking off to the side. He was thinking for a moment, about what you didn't know...

He then broke the silence again,

"I'm gonna kill him."

He turned to the door and grabbed the Lucille. "Wait! Please don't!" You begged while grabbing his wrist. He spun around with a look of fury on his face, "Don't? DON'T?!" He yelled. "The hell you mean don't?!" He shouted. Him yelling at you made you jump but you tried your best to keep up your confidence. "It's not worth killing him over!" Negan scoffs, "The hell it isn't." As he spoke the grip he had on Lucille grew tighter, making his knuckles white. "Rape is against the rules here, and he was stupid enough to try it on you?" He then lets out a sinister chuckle.

He shakes his head, "No. This shit ain't flying." He says while turning back to the door. Your grip on his arm tightened, "No! Wait, please! Please don't leave me alone again! I don't want to be alone." You begged. The tears that you were holding back came falling and you sniffled. Negan looked back at you and his face softened. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes for a moment. He was in a deep thought.

He then sighed deeply and placed Lucille back against the wall. He turned back to you and put his hands to the side of your head and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Listen to me..." He says in a low tone of voice while resting his forehead against yours.

"I need to take care of this. I will come back to you... And I promise I won't do anything to him today. But I at least need to get him under control... He knows something is coming and I need to get it under control." Negan says.

You look at him with wide pleading eyes that are filled with tears, "Please..." You mutter. Negan sighs and droops his head for a moment. "I gotta take care of this darlin'... I can't let this go for the moment." You shake your head. "No... Please..." You say with more tears falling from your eyes. "Baby... Lay down, relax yourself... I'll be back in less than twenty minutes I promise. Okay?" Negan says while gently grabbing your shoulders and making you sit on the bed.

You sigh in defeat and sit on the bed with your head low. "Be quick... Please." You say in a sad tone of voice. Negan leans down, cups your cheeks, and kisses your forehead. "I'll be quick." He says with a soft smile before pulling away and grabbing Lucille. "Twenty minutes max. Okay?" He says. You nod with a frown. He gives you a small nod before leaving the room.

About five minutes later Negan was sitting in the meeting room wiping down Lucille when there was a knock on the door. The person entered and it was Simon, "He's here." Simon says. Negan doesn't reply, his eyes are just fixated on Lucille. David then stepped in and Simon stepped out, making sure to shut the door.

Negan finished wiping down Lucille before turning to David with a smirk. "I assume you know why you're here?" Negan asks. David lets out a small chuckle, "I have an idea." David says with a smug smirk. Negan stands to his feet with a sinister smile. "Oh? Enlighten me then." Negan says while taking a step forward. "Your little girlfriend told a lie," David says. Negan's eyes widened, "Hmm... A lie? How was it a lie?" Negan says while stepping a few inches away from David while holding Lucille with both his hands in front of him.

"She hates me. That's obvious. I was a little mean... A little pushy. She threatened to tell you something that'll piss you off just to get me in trouble." David says with a wide smirk. "A little pushy?" Negan repeats with a small chuckle. "A little pushy means trying to shove your hands down her pants?" Negan asks, he is now an inch away from David's face. David scoffs, "Negan. You know me." David says with a confident and smug smirk.

Negan nods, "That's right. I do know you." Negan says. Negan pauses, his gaze neutral before it went into a fury. He took Lucille and shoved the top of the baseball bat into David's stomach painfully and harshly. David hunches over and groans loudly. Negan grips David's hair and pulls his head up to look at Negan.

"Did you seriously think I was going to believe you?" Negan says in a low and angry tone of voice with a glare that could kill. "I'm going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully." Negan hisses into David's ear. David stared up at him in fear.

"Rape isn't allowed here and you knew that and yet you thought it was a good idea to try and rape my woman," Negan says before chuckling sinisterly. "I don't know if you have a death wish or if you're just stupid..." Negan says with a grin.

"P-Please I-" "Shut up." Negan hisses, his smile wiped off his face and a furious glare replaced. Negan then shoved David towards the table and bashed his head into the edge of the table. David sits on the floor, yells in pain, and holds his bloody nose.

"Now. Simon is going to take you to the hole. I'll deal with you tomorrow." Negan says. "I'm going to enjoy killing you," Negan says with a small smirk before leaving the room and stopping next to Simon who's leaning against the wall outside of the room. "Bring him to the hole. No food. No water. No light. Nothing. That prick needs to suffer for the night." Negan orders and Simon nods. Negan walks off and heads back to his room.

When he enters the room he sees you lying on the bed on your side and facing away from the door. The sound of the door opening caused you to turn your head and look at him over your shoulder. Your face was smudged with tears. You quickly sit up and Negan walks over to you and sits next to you. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and the other goes around your head, his hand cradling the back of your head as he holds your head to his chest.

You begin to cry again before hugging him tightly.

"It's okay... I got you." Negan whispers. "You're safe... I won't let anyone hurt you again." Negan says while stroking your hair.

"You're safe..." He repeats.

PART 4

*JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS STORY ALL THE WAY TO SEASON 9 SO THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS PART AND THE NEXT PARTS MIGHT NOT BE OUT FOR AWHILE AS WELL BUT THEY WILL COME OUT I PROMISE!*

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sebsxphia · 20 days

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Being shy and being Jake's girfriend. And when you see how extroverted he is and how much fun he has with friends you get self-conscious.

One night you are getting ready for a date and he just came in the room to check on you. You stand in front of the grand mirror, just staring at yourself.

"Are you happy with me?" you ask him after he snappes you out of your thoughts by calling your name.

Jake has alarm bells going off in his head, trying to think of what he did to make you question his happiness with you but he comes up short, so his only response can be "of course, I am! What makes you ask that Darlin'?"

And you finally confess your insecurities to him. His heart breaks to hear them, but he is ready to reassure you and dispel every one of them.

-💚

ohhhh yes, my beloved anon! jake and a shy gf is one of my favorite tropes with him 🥹 because of course it could be a little intimidating! jake is so incredibly outgoing and he’s the life of the party, it worries you that maybe you’re not enough for him. but you know what they say, opposites attract! and jake loves it that you’re shy and a little more reserved. you catch things that he misses and the gossip session after the social event is his favorite part of the night 🤭

thank you so much for this sweet thought my beloved anon! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #💚 anon

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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year

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Home again

Dreamteam x reader

Where Dream team gets back from Antarctica

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You waited in the front yard for the Uber to pull up with your boyfriends. When the car pulled up you started sprinting. It just so happened that George was the closest boy to you as you jumped into his arms. He spun you around and kissed your lips. “EEEEE!! I missed you so—so—so—so—much, never leave me againnnn” you punctuated each “so” with a kiss and whined the last few words. “My turn, give me my baby” you heard your boyfriend say, George put you down and you went to hug sapnap. He lifted you up and let you wrap your legs around him. “Ohhhh my darlin’ I missed you so much gorgeous” he kissed you deeply for a few seconds before pulling away to peck your cheeks, making you giggle. “Stopppp! Sap! That tickles!!” He stopped and put you down. That’s when you saw Dream behind George, looking sick as hell but staring at you with heart eyes. “My poor boy” you cooed as you gave him a hug and he put his face in your neck. He went to pull away but you didn’t let him. “Y/n, I don’t want to make you sick” you kissed his head and responded “you hush, I missed you so much pretty boy” he smiled a bit “missed you to babe”. You walked inside with the three boys and sat down at the table where you had a meal set up for the four of you. “You didn’t have to cook my love” George said as he took a bite. “What else was I gonna do?” George shrugged and the three boys ate like starved men. Once you where done and dishes where in the sink the four of you go to the bedroom and cuddle for the rest of the night.

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Poor dream was suffering

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my-soupy-brain · 16 days

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Need some comfort from ted :( my tummy hurts

So does mine! I'll do something short and sweet for both of us. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: None, all tummy comfort

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Ted saw you wincing at the pub, out with friends. His quirked eyebrow and his hand squeezing your shoulder was all it took for him to know you didn't feel very well.

"We're gonna head out there, folks!" Ted said, standing up and grabbing his jacket and yours. "Until next time!"

The club friends went back to their chatter as Ted held your hand and walked you outside. It was only a couple blocks to his flat and you were relieved for that.

"You okay, sweetpea?" Ted asked, his thumb coasting over your knuckles.

"I just have a stomach ache, not feeling real well," you said, your face a bit pale and the ache getting worse. "Ohhhh..." you grunted, holding your middle.

"We're home, c'mon in, let's get you into bed," Ted said, a reassuring arm around you as he led you up the small step.

He took your coat off, walked you to his bedroom, found an oversized Kansas City tshirt and some sweatpants for you and helped you change.

"I'll get some fizzies for ya, maybe some pain killers and some ginger ale I keep on hand for Hen," Ted rambles, almost to himself.

You crawled into his bed, which smelled perfectly like Ted: his cologne, his aftershave, his body wash. You take a deep inhale.

Ted returns with a glass of water and antacid tablets, and some ginger ale, as promised.

Wasting no time, Ted changes out of his khakis and sweater, and into matching lounge clothes - joggers and a tshirt.

"C'mere, honeybunch," Ted mumbles, leaning closer to you, pulling you to his chest, his arm around your back, his other against your stomach.

"You feelin' any better?"

You nod a little. "I think the ginger ale helps."

Ted smirks. "Always helps my upset tummy, too."

"I'm sorry we left the pub."

"Naw, now don't you apologize for that. I'd much rather be snuggled up with you than down there in the noise."

You hum and lean your head against his chest again, and he leans his head against yours.

"How 'bout some TV? We can keep workin' on our show. I think we're almost to the end of the second season and the third is a banger."

You smile again, grabbing another sip of ginger ale.

"I like the sound of that."

Ted smiles, turning the TV on.

"And I like you, darlin'."

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I seriously need to buy ginger ale now. I know it works. I don't have any. I hope both our stomach aches get better. I hope you can find some comfort for yourself! Feel better, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you

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howldean · 2 years

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ohh my soul. my baby. ohhhh darlin

#wincest dni

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babylovepresley · 2 years

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another delusion elvis headcannon:

my power went out because of the hurricane so imagine a power outage at graceland. you, elvis, and the entire memphis mafia sitting around a candlelit room joking and laughing. elvis holding you close because you’re semi - scared of the thunder and loud noises

stephanie i absolutely adore every ask you send but THIS is literally so adorable i stg im close to tears! protective!elvis is something so personal to me i swear <3

it’s the first thunderstorm of fall and it’s getting quite cozy in graceland as you finish making the hot chocolate for elvis and the boys, who are seated happily watching tv in the living room

it’s quiet save for the soft static thrum of the tv and the occasional comments made by joe, jerry or elvis himself while watching the tv

the lights in the kitchen begin to flicker as you lift the tray with the hot chocolate and begin to turn to bring it to the living room

the lights suddenly go out all together with a loud CRACK of thunder and a flash of lightening that makes you place down the tray in shock

“shit is the power out?” “yeah asshole i guess so” rings out from the living room, george and jerry arguing again

“honey? baby? ya alright in there?” elvis’ comforting voice rings out, as you hear the soft padding of boots swiftly making its way towards you

“yeah! i’m-i’m okay.. just a little nervous honey thats all!”

“well c’mere baby… follow my voice lemme help ya” as he stands by the window with the branch brushing against it due to the harsh wind

he looks like an angel in this light, though you can only see the strikingly strong profile of his face and the shiny silk of his shirt

once you make your way through the dark and to him, he’d rest his hands on your waist and squeeze

“heyy there sweet thing” he’d drawl & you can’t see him but you f e el him get closer to you, his hard chest pressing against yours (just imagine feeling the weight of him pressed tightly to you oh my god)

you begin to relax in his arms as he slides his palms across across your back, almost consuming you whole

“ohhhh my baby what’re we gonna do, hm?” he’d groan out all softly in your ear, holding you so tight and warm against his chest

“elvis?” “yes darlin’?” “im kinda scared” “oh sweetheart” :(

he’d walk you back into the living room, stumbling over the dining room table and making you laugh with a random “son offa bitch!!!” even though it didnt really hurt him

the memphis mafia had already anticipated elvis’ slightly risen temper over you being sad/afraid and his innate need to make you feel better no matter what so they’ve found some various candles and lit them… though don’t be surprised if joe just lit a piece of newspaper on fire and left it on the table

everyone is sitting by the candlelight, munching on snacks and settling in to nap on the recliner chairs

elvis sits on the couch as the storm rages on, and you sit on the plush floor in between his manspread widespread legs, staring at the flickering candle and trying to calm yourself from shaking

another loud clap of thunder rolls in, and you jump at the sound, a startled “oh!” coming out as jerry and elvis argue about a venue

“oh satnin.. c’mere lemme hold you” as you shake like a leaf but manage to stand on your slightly buckling knees long enough to sit on his lap

you lay your head on his shoulder and swing your legs sideways over his lap as he tightly grabs your thigh and puts his other hand at the underside of your hair, slightly scratching your scalp

you slowly start to fall asleep, comforted by his familiar scent; tobacco & rum and something soft & kind like vanilla.

“go ‘head baby close your pretty lil eyes.. ‘m here” and he kisses the side of your head, thumb rubbing your thigh as you succumb to sleep listening to the rain and his beautiful heartbeat

if you have any cute hcs or ideas don’t be afraid to send it in angels <3

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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WSO Threesome with Bob and Fanboy cause WSOs do it better #strictlyscandolus

Because WOSs do it better indeed. They really do. Imagine it though.

Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut. Double Penetration.

It has to be a double penetration type situation because how could you not want to be stuffed to the very brim with both of them at the same time. I mean just think about it with me for a minute or two.

Bobs got you on his stomach, hes supporting you from behind while hes fucking slow and deep thrusts into your pukering ass. Laying on his back against your mattress, his feet pressed into the covers as he lifts his hips to shove himself a little deeper inside you. Disappearing into you like your ass was made for him and only him.

“Ahhh that's it, pretty girl, I've got you–feels so good for me though, how about you touch yourself for me?” Bobs mumbling through his southern drawl as your head falls back against his shoulder, kissing your temple as you moan out a mantra of pleasure that is just music to Bob's ears.

“Ahhh Fuck! Bob, baby, s’big.” You're curling your clit, collecting your own arasoul as you do before Mickey is groaning at the sight. Reminding you of what's to come.

“I know, I know darlin but you’re taking me so good, isn't she Mick?” Mickeys been kneeling at the end of your bed, pumping himself to the sight of Bob Floyd fucking your ass as he holds your knees apart.

“So good baby, but let's see how well you do taking us both together.” It's the slow crawl Mickey does up the bed that has you itching at the anticipation. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you Micky, so fucking bad.” You're babbling at this point, you'd say whatever either of them wanted you to say in order to feel them both. “Fuck me–” Its all Mickey Garcia needs before hes slapping the tip of his length against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Watching as you try to run from him, but Bobs holding you still on top of him.

“Oh no, no don't you run from us, pretty girl, we’re just getting started with you.” Bob hissed as he felt Mickeys pressing in, stretching you out and stuffing you full, slowly, but surely burying himself to the very hilt of his cock.

“AAHHH FUCK!” Crying out you gritted your teeth, revealing in the pleasure that washed over you like a fucking tsunami. “Yess–ahh fugh–s’good, so fucking good!”

“You look so pretty between us, baby.” Mickey cooed as he reached for your cheeks, squeezing your lips together. “Are you our fuck hole baby?” You nodded frantically, like if you didn't answer immediately all of this would stop and you'd be left empty. “Are you our dirty little fuck toy?” Again, without hesitation you nodded frantically, moaning as both men drove themself in and out of your respective holes.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Please–please don't stop.” Mickey's grip on your cheeks with Bob's hands snacking around to choke you gently mixed so well, you couldn't breathe, couldn't see through the tears as your face turned hot to the touch from the lack of oxygen. “Please don’t fucking stop–!”

“Fuck Bob shes just begging for more isnt she, so greedy.” MIckey thought he'd pick up the pace in response to your pleas, thrusting himself in and out of your perfect cunt as sat back on his knees, removing his hand from your cheeks to lock his fists around your ankles to keep them high in the sky. “Cant wait to see how you walk around base tomorrow, dirty fucking whore huh?”

“Such a greedy thing, look at how well she's taking us Mick, so tight and stuffed.” Bob let his head fall back against the mattress as he bucked his hips, his hands cupping at your ass as he took your full weight. “So good baby, oh so fucking good for us.”

It felt otherworldy, Bob and Fanboy fucking your holes like you were there toy, their plaything. You'd never felt so full, so stuffed. You were a sweaty mess between the two aviators that were fucking you so dirty and raw.

“I wanna cum!” Crying you groaned as you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching. “I wanna cum so bad please please please–ahhh fugh!”

“You hear that Bob, She wants to cum for us.” Mickey was unrelenting in his pace, never stopping for a second as he brought one hand down to press the pad of his thumb against your clit.

“Let's give her what she wants, Fanyboy, let's make her scream.” Bob growled as he fucked up into your ass fast and hard. When Mickey was pulling back Bob was thrusting in, a perfect rythem had been set to send you over the edge. “Cum for us baby, scream for us, show us how well we fuck you sensless.”

You were listening, but had lost the ability to formulate a proper sentence as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your jaw slacked. The back of your head hit Bob's shoulder as you came hard around Mickey's cock, clenching him to new extremes as your walls fluttered and your ass tightened.

“FUCK!!!! Uuuhhhhh ffuugghhh yesss.!!” Trembling in between Mickey Garcia and BOb Floyd, they weren't anywhere near finished with you. Changing positions, manhandling you as you came down from the most intense high ever. It was Bobs turn to have his way with you, and Mickeys turn to fuck your pretty ass.

“Make sure you tell those pilot friends of yours that Weapons Systems Officers do it better baby.” Bob grinned as he leaned in to kiss your lips, thrusting into you without warning as you moaned his name into his mouth.

“So much better.” Mickey did the same, shuffling beneath you, reaching around to guide himself into your ass. “We do it so much better.”

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Strictly Scandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd & Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

#ohtobeleah 3k celebration #strictly scandalous robert ‘bob’ floyd #strictly scandalous mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia #strictly scandalous // top Gunn #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia

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