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empresskylo · 3 months

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I’m begging for you to write about virgin!Ghost and virgin!reader,lots of love 🩷x

virgin!simon 'ghost' riley x virgin!afab!reader

a/n: this truly spoke to me, so thank you for this. i wanted to write a pathetic, nervous ghost, but decided to write him how i actually think he'd act if he was a virgin.

warnings: mentions of SA (reference to ghost's past as mentioned in his comics where he is SA'd); smut

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Who would ever think Simon Riley was a virgin?!

I mean look at the man!! Rough and assertive. A lieutenant who everyone is afraid of. Easily in his mid-to-late thirties. Crude with his jokes. A damn war criminal. Why would anyone in their right mind assume he was a virgin?

Except that wasn’t the whole picture. Simon stood witness to how his dad treated women when he was younger. Saw the way he mistreated sex workers. And Simon didn’t want to become like his father, so he ended up distancing himself from girls his age, afraid it might be in his genetics to be shitty. And he watched his “friend” almost assault a woman once—Simon was disturbed, desperate to not emulate that. And not to mention he was big and scary, he was worried he’d frighten women, so he just avoided them for the most part. And when he was sexually assaulted, he thought maybe sex just wasn’t for him.

And now he was older. Too old to be a virgin, he thought. He wasn’t a self-conscious man, but he didn’t want to disappoint anyone in bed either, so the more he put it off, the more he didn’t want to do it all together. He also found it hard to form relationships in his line of work, and he refused to pay for sex.

So, by his mid-thirties, he was still a virgin.

Then he met you and it felt so easy being with you. He felt himself wanting to grind against you the first time you kissed—that's when he realized how depraved he had been for so long, he didn’t realize how much he was truly missing.

And one night, after you and him had been a thing for a little while, you finally got the nerves to kiss him and straddle his lap. His hands naturally found your waist and he ran them up and down your sides, gently squeezing your flesh above your clothes.

Then you pulled back, looking down a bit shyly.

“What’s a’matta?” he asked you, his hands still firmly gripped on your hips.

“I, uhm,” you stuttered. “I’ve never done this before.” There, you finally said it. You were so worried Simon would become awkward when you told him, what if he didn’t want to be with someone so inexperienced? And you didn’t know if he was going to be uncomfortable with the idea of being your first time—that maybe he didn’t want that responsibility.

His hand slid up and nudged your chin to look at him. Simon was already planning to go as far as you’d let him, and he had decided he wasn’t going to tell you he had never done this before. If you said he was bad in bed, he’d apologize and lie, saying it had just been a long time since he’d been laid. But then you admitted you were in the same boat as him (aside from the fact that you were much younger than him.)

“Me neither,” he admitted.

Your eyes met his and you cracked the smallest of grins. “Don’t make fun of me!”

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “M’not.”

You blinked at him. “R-Really?”

He chuckled. “Never really had the opportunity, I’suppose.” That was the short version.

“Oh.”

You squirmed on top of him and he groaned. “That, uhm. Makes me a little less embarrassed.” Your eyes averted his.

Before you could ramble more about it, Simon jerked your head down to kiss him. “Happy to help.”

You smiled against his lips and Simon gripped your hips tightly in his hands, pulling you down against him. You would have thought he’d be a little more reserved, awkward even, having never had done this before. But Simon Riley was a confident man. He was self-assured. Bold. Fearless. And he wasn’t going to let his lack of experience hinder the potential between the two of you.

You gasped, feeling how hard he was in his pants as he yanked you against him. He hummed against your lips, the softness of them making him imagine what they might feel like wrapped around his cock.

When you whimpered in the back of your throat, Simon was quick to twist you around and lay you flat on your back on the couch. He bullied himself between your legs and refused to let you catch your breath before his lips were back on yours.

“Please,” he begged pathetically, pawing at the hem of your shirt.

You gave him room and he stripped you quickly, clearly enthusiastic about having you naked beneath him. You clawed at his shirt and he was more than happy to oblige, tearing it over his chest and unbuckling his pants.

Your knees had come together as you watched him strip and he smirked. His hands slid along your calf before pulling your legs apart and weaseling his way back to where he was. He kissed you again, both of you anticipating what was to come, but nervous at the same time.

You bucked your hips up as his hands traced your bare side. He broke the kiss. “Want me t’touch you, love?”

You nodded your head, your face warming. His hand snaked its way between your bodies, tracing the apex of your thighs and rubbing against you. “L-Lower,” you gasped. His fingers shifted and you couldn’t constrain the moan.

“There?” He asked you, tilting his head as he admired your wanton expression.

Your breathing hitched when his fingers found your entrance. “Jus’ tell me if you want me t’stop,” he whispered against your lips.

When you said nothing in response, he pushed one finger inside you. You squeezed around him tightly, your body trying to push him back out. You arched your back off the couch as he shoved his finger all the way inside of you. He began to pump his fingers, you were already soaking for him.

He watched you intently, the obscene noises from his fingers shifting inside you making him harder than he thought possible. It was also making him blush and causing his heart to race. His fingers might have trembled slightly if they weren’t buried inside you, busy at work. Your eyes locked with his, your brows furrowing, feeling him slide another finger in along the first. He was a bit clumsy as he worked you, but it felt good just the same.

“My god,” you gasped.

Simon groaned when you clenched tightly around his two fingers, imagining how that would feel around his cock instead.

“Sound so pretty,” he cooed.

Your arms grasped at his biceps, your hips rising to meet each pump of his fingers. “Want you inside me,” you whimpered.

Simon clicked his tongue. “Already inside you, love,” he teased, curing his fingers upwards as if to say, see.

You pouted, your body jolting with electricity from the deep baritone of his voice. His fingers stretched you out plenty, you weren’t sure how he was supposed to fit inside you… but you wanted to find out. You wanted to feel the pressure of his throbbing cock. You wanted to watch him grunt and groan with pleasure above you. You almost wished he would come prematurely, too drunk from fucking you to keep himself together. You were the first person he was going to fuck and a strange swell of satisfaction filled your already racing chest.

“Si-Simon,” you whined.

He smirked before slipping his fingers out of you. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he sucked the wetness from his fingers, his eyes darkening and never breaking contact from yours.

“Want me t’fuck you, sweet girl?” he asked, gripping his cock in his fist and giving it a few pumps.

You watched and swallowed before letting out a pathetic, “Yes.”

He fell back on top of you, his hands on either side of your head, his knees bent on the couch as he settled himself between you. You shifted your hips to give him a better angle as he lined himself up with you. You both watched as he moved himself between your bodies. “Tell me if I’m hurtin’ ya.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Simon was pushing the head of his cock inside of you. He was a bit rough when he entered you—a bit jittery and weak with anticipation—though he tried desperately not to be. You squeezed your eyes shut, your nails digging into his biceps. Simon groaned, edging himself in a little at a time. “You okay, baby?” He asked you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you gave a hesitant nod. “Yes. Keep going.”

His thumb stroked your cheek then brushed over your bottom lip. Your fingers slid up his back, dancing over the corded muscle and scars under your fingertips. Simon edged himself in, then out, and repeated that until he could finally seat himself fully inside you. Your thighs clamped around his waist, wanting to stop the intrusion on instinct.

“M’ all in,” he told you, his breath airy like he had just run a mile.

“Oh, thank god,” you said exasperated.

Simon chuckled, the deepness of his voice vibrating through his chest and across yours.

“Can I move?” He asked you.

You swallowed, the stinging between your thighs subduing. You nodded. Simon leaned down to kiss you, his dog tag dragging across your chest, the cool metal warming. Your lips parted, his own moving against yours. Simon devoured the gasp you slid into the kiss when he pulled out halfway. He pushed himself back in and you groaned, a small whimper forming in the back of your throat. He grabbed your thigh, hiking it up slightly so he could get a better angle.

He continued to thrust inside you, only pulling out halfway each time, before struggling to push himself back in. He kept at a slightly awkward rhythm, grunts slipping past his lips and ghosting across yours. His head slid into the crook of your neck, your nails digging into his back, but Simon could barely feel that. All he was focusing on was how heavenly you found surrounding him.

“Shit,” he moaned, surprised at how fast he was approaching the end. Simon knew that plenty of men struggled to get off the first time from sheer nerves. Others lasted barely any time at all. But he also knew women seemed to struggle the first time, not even expecting to orgasm until much later down the line.

Simon wasn’t going to let that happen. He slowed his pace, only doing small little thrusts, his hips rolling against yours, pushing you back into the mattress. His hand snaked between your bodies, finding your clit, and rubbing circles. You arched your hips up to get him to touch you at a better spot and you mewled.

“Close?” he beckoned.

Surprisingly, you were. You hadn’t thought you’d actually get this close to orgasming your first time. You thought you’d be a ball of self-conscious nerves. But with Simon, you felt comfortable. Relaxed. Excited. Beautiful. And the way his fingers were putting pressure between your legs was making you see stars.

He continued his small pumps, wanting to focus on you more than himself, but he couldn’t help but growl in the back of his throat, your warmth tightening around him.

His movements grew more rapid and you cried out his name. He cursed, feeling you spasm around him as he led you into your climax, his final ruts sending you over the edge. You finally clenched down so hard, Simon had to pull out, rubbing himself against your clit and coming onto your stomach.

He groaned, “Fuckin’ hell.”

You were panting, your chest rising and falling in rapid beats. It took you both a moment to collect yourselves. He stared down between your bodies, taking in the sight. Now that you weren’t in the heat of the moment, you suddenly felt self-conscious, all too aware of the way your entire body was laid bare to him.

Your hand shifted to cover your chest and he clicked his tongue. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, love.”

Your chest swooned from his admiration. He quickly leaned over to grab his t-shirt to clean you off. You felt your face warm before he scooped you up into his arms, ready to carry you to the bathroom.

“Good?” He asked.

A simple question. But one he needed to hear the answer to.

“Perfect.”

Simon grinned, trying to suppress his teeth from showing, but he couldn’t help it. He tucked you closer into his chest as he marched you both to the bathroom.

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worldlxvlys · 4 months

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the fic u wrote called “use me” WAS SO GOOD OMG. you should write smth where chris is sub and the reader overstimulates him (like he cums like 6 times & he's crying & has to use there safe word) it’s kind of a similar request to the one u already did but idk maybe u could creative w it and do other stuff then like just head and riding. this is so aggressive but idc im a SLUT for sub chris & overstimulation.

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dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: ummm this is straight filth so don’t read if you don’t want to , oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, use of vibrator , use of wrist tie, use of safe word

dwb! chris masterlist

thanks for the request !! hope you like <333

I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS !!

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“you’re so needy tonight, baby” i said to chris, who kept rubbing his bulge against me.

“really need you to fuck the shit out of me ma” he said as planted kisses down his chest.

“you sure ? cause if you want, i can get that bitch whose hands are always on you” i said in a firm, annoyed tone.

“she’s just a customer princess, no one fucks me like you do”

“i know” i said, looking meeting his lust-filled gaze.

eagerly, we quickly helped each other out of our clothes.

“wanna try something new?” i asked, remembering that i had received a new toy in the mail earlier.

“always, baby” with that, i reached into my nightstand grabbing a vibrator and a wrist tie.

when he saw this, his eyes widened. “am i tying you up baby?” he asked.

“nope, i’m tying you up. unless you don’t want me to?”

“of course i do baby, love when you take control” with that i tied his hands together, behind his back.

“you know your safeword?” “pepsi”

“perfect, baby” i said as i gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“are you using the vibrator on yourself ma?” he asked, eagerly. i switched it on.

“nope” i said as i placed it on his tip, making him buck his hips in surprise.

“holy shit ma, fuck fuck fuck” oh he’s in for a long night.

“feel good, chris?” i asked as i moved my face closer to his dick.

“yea ma, holy fuck”

i licked a stripe up his member, watching him squirm.

“jesus baby”

“hmmm you think anyone else can make you feel this good?”

he was feeling so much pleasure, all he could get out was strangled moans.

i grabbed his dick and squeezed the base of it, never moving the vibrator from his tip.

“shit yes!” his eyes widened. “i mean no! no! no one makes me feel like you! oh my gosh”

chris was never usually this vocal, so i was eating this up.

“hmm chris, what’s wrong? can’t even think straight huh?” i asked teasingly.

i took his balls in my mouth, now moving the vibrator up and down his shaft.

“m-ma, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum”

i briefly paused to answer, “good” and went back to work on his dick.

his hips started to sputter, and he shot out thick white ropes of cum.

without a moment of hesitation, i liked him clean.

“holy shit baby” he said, breathing heavily.

i switched the vibrator off, setting it aside and moving my face back to his cock.

i swirled my tongue around his dick, making him buck his hips up and accidentally pushing himself to the back of my throat.

“baby, baby i’m so sens-“ he cut himself off with a moan as i continued to deepthroat him.

i reached down with my free hand, and played with my clit.

his groans turned into whimpers as i began to moan against him.

“feels so, fuck,so g-good baby”

i moaned in response to his praise, and he fell over the edge again.

i gave him a chance to recover, running my hands up his thighs soothingly and leaving kisses on his abs.

“gonna ride you now” i said moving my legs on either side of him, straddling him.

i didn’t wait for a response as i lined him up with my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him.

“mmmmmm” he whined. i watched as his arms flexed while he tried to fight against his restraint.

i waited a few seconds, and started to move in circular motions loving the way his dick pressed against my walls.

“mmm hm hmmm” more whines, before i started to bounce on his dick.

“ughhhhhh chris you feel so fucking good” i said feeling his dick deep inside of me.

he didn’t last long, already pretty sensitive from his previous orgasms.

“mmmmm- cumming cumming” he whined out as he released inside me. i kept going, determined to finish.

he continued to whine and whimper, while i fucked myself on his cock. his head was thrown back, overtaken with pleasure.

“c’mon chris, know you can make it baby” i said. i was so close to my orgasm.

“fuck chris, i’m cumming baby” i said. shortly after, i released on his cock.

my own release seemed to trigger another from him, taking us both by surprise as he let out a deep moan.

“tell me baby, does anyone else make you cum this much?” he didn’t answer.

he was in a blissed out state, eyes glazed over with lust, his hair sticking to his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

i grabbed the vibrator, turning it on quickly and placing it where his dick and my pussy met.

“i asked you a god damn question chris”

“no no no no, no one, fuck, no one else. no one else”

the vibrator was hitting my clit perfectly, and i started to rock my body into it.

“shit chris”

chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears started to fall from his eyes.

“too much, too much baby”

i started to bounce again as i kept the vibrator against my clit, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

i clenched around him as i released all over his cock again. i then lifted myself off of him and began to jerk him off to help him finish.

his hips twitched violently and i watched him squirm as he got closer and closer.

then, finally, strings of cum shot out of his dick. the more i pumped, the more cum flew out. i was milking him dry.

“OK OK! PEPSI PEPSI!” he yelled.

immediately, i let go of him and untied his wrists.

“shit baby, are you ok?” i asked, becoming concerned.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry chris”

he then cupped my face. “it’s ok baby, no need to apologize. that was hot as fuck, i just didn’t know if you were ever gonna stop”

“i don’t know if i was either, honestly” we both laughed.

i gave him a kiss to the forehead, “i’m gonna go run you a bath, baby” i said.

“thanks ma”

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…….heyyyy

idek what to say.

i need holy water.

can you tell i love sub! chris ?

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rebelfell · 6 months

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so right, it's wrong

continued from x

where its halloween and eddie feels guilty for hooking up with his best friend's ex...except are you still his ex? 18+, MDNI

“Stupid. This is stupid. This is so, so stupid.”

Eddie mutters to himself as he skulks up the driveway towards the front of Steve’s house. His costume was hot and itchy on his skin, the pants suddenly feeling too tight and his shirt and vest threatening to choke him despite their looseness on his frame. The fencing sword tied to his hip poked him with every step and his boots were more like cement blocks he was dragging to the threshold as he rang the bell.

The idea to dress as characters from The Princess Bride had been in the works for ages—ever since Steve heard about the contest KQRX was throwing, offering free concert tickets for a whole year as the prize. Originally, it was going to be all three of you, but that was before the break-up, before Tina’s party…before Eddie considered selling his soul for another night with you.

It felt wrong even going through with all this, considering how involved you’d been.

It was you who helped Eddie scour seemingly endless thrift shops for the perfect pieces of his outfit while he was pinching the inside of his arm to stop himself thinking about dragging you into one of the dressing rooms and kissing every inch of your body. And it was you who watched as he and Steve practiced their “sword fight” out by the Harrington’s pool—looking debilitatingly, unfairly, cute wrapped up in a flannel, correcting Steve when he botched his lines and making a pink blush dance across Eddie’s cheeks when you praised his delivery.

Steve was convinced there was still a good chance of winning even with just the two of them, and Eddie didn’t have it in him to protest. He was still trying to figure out how he was going to look his friend in the eye after what happened.

You and Eddie hadn’t spoken since Friday night.

There had been tons of parties all weekend, as was typical whenever Halloween fell on a Tuesday. He probably could have found you if he’d had the balls to go looking. He knew well how keen you were to dress up at any and every opportunity for your favorite holiday.

And he wanted to call you, he really did. He must have dialed all but the last digit of your number about a hundred times since that night.

It was driving Wayne up the wall.

“Boy, if you ain’t gonna dial that phone, stop gettin’ its hopes up. If you don’t leave it alone, I’m gon’ knock you upside the head with it.”

But if he did call, what was he supposed to say? Hey! Thanks for sucking out the very essence of my soul through my cock? How about I return the favor sometime? Sound good?

Yeah, sure. That would go over great.

So instead, he’d hidden in his room. He’d worked on campaigns for Hellfire in between his pacing in front of the phone. And instead of going to your friend Ella’s party Sunday night, knowing how likely it was you’d be there, he’d gone over to Gareth’s for a slasher movie marathon.

Nothing like senseless bloodshed and gore to kill a perpetual boner. Not that it did.

Even hours of b-tier horror couldn’t stop him from thinking about you. The whole night kept playing on a loop in his mind. The way you straddled his lap and moaned into his mouth as he grasped at your hips to grind you against him. The way your mouth fell open in a wanton gasp as he kissed his way down your neck. The way you slinked to the floor and released him from his boxers that were stretched to their absolute limit. The look in your eyes as you spoke, low and sultry.

“I know you want me, Eddie,” you’d cooed at him, teasingly kissing at his weeping, sensitive tip until his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his skull. “Show me how much.”

“Is that seriously the best you could do, Munson? Come on!”

Steve’s voice rings out harshly the second he opens the door, jerking Eddie out of his trance.

He huffs at the sight of Eddie’s mustache, or rather lack thereof, placing his hands on cocked hips. He makes an annoyingly good Dread Pirate Roberts in a billowing black shirt with a deep v-neck that reveals a patch of his dense chest hair. His black pants are tight, showing off muscled thighs and he’s already got his mask wrapped around his head, his own sword in hand.

“Not all of us are part werewolf, Steven.” Eddie snipes as he stalks through the door and pushes past his friend, guilty eyes averting.

“Whatever, maybe we can fill it in or something. Oh, honey! Perfect timing!”

Honey?

Eddie’s head whips around to see you floating down the staircase, the swishing of your skirt around your legs halting as Steve holds out his hand and tugs you into him.

“Shit, babe, you look hot,” Steve says, planting a wet kiss on your cheek that made you smile and caused Eddie’s stomach to lurch.

“Hot” didn’t even begin to describe you tonight. You looked…like a princess.

There was no other word for it. His heart was hammering behind his rib cage as his eyes roved over you, eager to take in every detail he could. Your dress was almost exactly like the one from the movie and even with the big sleeves and a long, flowing skirt, it failed to conceal the shape of your body underneath. It hinted at the curves there, teasing Eddie with the memory of them. Was it really just a few days ago his hands had roamed so freely all over you? Had feasted on the dip of your waist and the fullness of your hips?

You peer at Eddie curiously, subtly stepping back from Steve as you’re tucking a piece of your long wig behind your ear. “You look nice,” you say.

“Except the obvious,” Steve sighs. “Can you do something about his mustache?”

“Yeah, sure,” you breathe, your eyes never leaving Eddie’s, your head tipping towards the bathroom. “Come in here where the light is better.”

With a gulp and a nod, he follows you while Steve heads for the kitchen to make another drink, and probably check his own reflection on the way.

Eddie is dead silent as he leans on the sink in the half-bath off the foyer. He clutches at the edge of the countertop, sweaty palms threatening to slip out from beneath him at any second. With any luck, maybe he’ll hit his head on the porcelain and the concussion will get him out of this.

You’re quiet too as you root around inside a small pouch filled with your make-up until you exhume a brown eyeliner pencil. You place your fingertips gently on his chin, holding his face steady as you color in his upper lip with short, soft strokes. The feather-light touch and the way your eyes focus so intently on him makes Eddie’s heart race and he feels certain you can see it’s about to beat straight out of his chest.

“You okay?” you whisper. “You’re shaking.”

Eddie nods, neck stiff and his body rigid with you standing so close to him. He swallows thickly, his throat clenching with the question he’s dreading. But he has to ask. He has to know.

“So, you guys are—are you, like…back together?”

“I don’t know yet,” you say, your voice small. “Maybe. We’ve been talking about it.”

“Since when?” he asks, and the sound comes out harsher than he meant. Your eyes flicker, the light from the sconce over the mirror shining in them.

“Sunday night. We ran into each other at Ella’s party.”

Fucking shit. Of course you did.

“I thought I might hear from you,” you add quietly. “Or maybe see you, but…”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him as you cap your eyeliner and tuck it back inside your bag. Your tongue wets the gloss you’re wearing and makes it look even shinier. Fuck, he wants to know how you taste tonight, what flavor it is that’s on your mouth.

“I…I…”

Eddie’s mind swims with all the words he wants to say, but they get snagged, unable to come out. Because what exactly is he supposed to say when all he can think about is pinning you against that door, hiking up your dress and filling your hot, slick core with his fingers or his tongue or his cock until you’re screaming his name loud enough for the entire town to hear?

Except that’s never gonna happen. Because he’s not Westley. He’s not the hero here. You’re not his heroine and you never will be. There’s no version of the movie that ends with Inigo and Buttercup riding off into the sunset together.

“It’s fine, Eddie. I get it,” you say softly. “We can forget it ever happened.”

Eddie sighs, the heft of his frustration punching it out of his chest. If that’s what you want, of course he’ll do it. He’s been pretending not to be in love with you for a long time already.

No sense breaking the streak now.

You lean around him to collect your bag from the sink and the smell of your perfume is like a punch straight to his gut. He takes one last deep breath of you as you zip your bag shut and reach for the knob on the door.

It creaks as you crack it open and you pause, chancing a glance back at him. "You really do look handsome," you tell him.

And then you leave. You head for the kitchen and go back to your boyfriend who's waiting for you. Back to the only version of this movie there is.

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ventismacchiato · 2 years

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I hope you’re doing well, could you write for Scaramouche where the reader kisses his insecurities away-

Have a good day!!

KISSING HIS INSECURITIES AWAY

a/n: hope this is sufficient 😭 can’t wait for his voice lines to be released so we have a better understanding of his character

notes: reader works for fatui

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you and scara had been together for just barely a year now, and yet, scara still didn’t quite believe it. you noticed it when he didn’t react well to your touches in the beginning, inching his cheek away or jerking his hand from yours. but as the months passed and seasons changed he slowly let you in. even if that only meant getting to hold his callused hand for an extra few seconds.

you knew of his past and knew when you should stop prying, but sometimes you wished he would let you in. you had to roll your words in your mouth to see how they feel before letting them go, just to be certain scara understood how much you cared for him and wouldn’t judge. it was a slow process, but you were willing to wait.

you were both out on a mission and had separated from your crew to let them do the dirty work, perks of being in a relationship with a harbinger was that he went easy on you. if they needed help they’d call so for the most part you and scara wandered around the premise as you both competed against each other to kill any enemies in your way.

when nightfall came you both slumped against a tree, your breath visible in the air from the cold wind. scara was beside you drawing circles in the dirt, gazing elsewhere.

his other hand was free so you reached over and laced your fingers with his. you felt his body go stiff before he let you lock your fingers with his and rub your thumb against his palm.

“why do you try?” he asks, his voice mellow.

“what do you mean?” you hum, observing the chipped nail polish you had begged him to let you do the other week.

“try with me,” he adds, “it’s pointless.”

you turned to look at him, but his eyes were still downward. the light from the moon lets you see the pale glow of his skin and the bags under his eyes.

“you’re not pointless,” you slowly say, not knowing where he was going with this.

he looks down at your interlocked hands.

“i’m holding my breath every day, waiting for when you inevitably leave.”

“i’m not going to,” you easily assure.

“that’s what everyone else said,” scara dryly laughs, voice empty, “I have no clue how to do this shit. You know I’m a literal puppet. I’m not meant to love.”

“everyone deserves a chance to be loved,” you start, pulling his palm to your lips and letting them graze his knuckles, “i’m gonna stay and show you.”

he finally turns his gaze towards you, eyeing your hand in his.

“i don’t believe you,” he says, leaning his head on bark of the tree.

“I’ll keep trying until you do,” you hum, taking your free hand and maneuvering yourself so you’re straddling his lap. one hand holding his and the other grazing his cheek.

he raises a brow at you, his other hand instinctively holding your waist.

you lean down and place a chaste kiss on each of his cheeks and watch in glee as they bloom pink. his grip on your waist hardens and you take that as an encouragement to continue. you move your lips to his jaw and leave a trail of kisses down to his chin. and finally, you give him a kiss.

at first, he doesn’t respond. but after a few seconds, he pushes you up closer to him and kisses back with more fervor. his fingers interlace with yours and you only pull back for a breath.

“believe me now?” you whisper, curling a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“i’m not sure,” he starts, “you’ll need to do it a few more time,” he adds, a sly smile upturning his lips.

you give him a half-hearted shove but ultimately fulfill his request.

a/n: hope you approved anon 💓 if anyone has requests i’ve opened them^^ ty for reading and here’s to hoping tumblr doesn’t fuck up the layout of this 🍻

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taraprince · 1 year

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the nsfw abcs are so good 😩 can u do one for mello please 🙏

❗️nsfw warning❗️

OFC I CAN 🤭🤭 i’m so glad you like them <33

// GN reader, might mention pussy once it twice i don’t remember//

MELLO NSFW ABCS ~

A (aftercare) - mello isnt exactly the greatest at showing affection, but he tries his best to assure your comfort after sex, especially because he knows he can be rough sometimes all the time

B (bottom or top) - hes happy with anything as long as hes getting laid. If you wanna ride him, then be his guest. If you want him to tower over you while he fucks you stupid, hes fine with that too.

C (cum) - most of the time, he tries to pull out before he cums; however if you ask him to cum inside you he’ll obey without hesitation. He doesnt like wearing a condom, he wants to feel your heat right up against him, but he’ll do so if you ask him to <3 oh my god hes so pretty when he cums, shouting your name as his stomach flexes and his hair falls in front of his face ahhh.

D (dress up) - he doesnt mind dressing up for you, but he goes absolutely feral when you dress up for him. If There's anything that gets him hard fast, its you straddling his lap in a skimpy lace set he got for you that points out your curves so beautifully.

E (experience) - though he's a god at what he does, he actually doesn't have a lot of experience. Once he got out of Wammys, he never really got with another person before, making you his first time (which just makes his love for you even stronger)

F (fav position) - he loves loves lovessss having you ride him. He adores how prettily your thighs and chest bounce as you try to take all of him inside you. It drives him insane when he sees how your face contorts so lewdly before you cum all over him. “Cmon, you can take all of me, yeah? I know you can, just a little lower~”

G (goofy) - he’s pretty focused and serious during sex, and youll never really find yourself laughing; however sometimes he purposefully uses cheesy pick up lines when the tension is thick and you cant help but giggle a little.

H (hair) - he has a little bit of stubble down there, but he tried to keep it maintained. He doesnt really care a lot, he just wants to keep himself presentable for you. He doesnt mind what you do, if you dont want to shave then thats fine by him. Sex is sex, whether theres hair or not.

I (intimacy) - hes a bit more rough than passionate, but he does know how to make the knot in your stomach twist and turn. Every so often, when you two are having sex he’ll slow down and tell you how much he really loves you and how much he loves seeing you stuffed with his fat cock

J (jack off) - oh my god constantly. As much as he wants to take him time with you and do unspeakable things, hes just so busy with kira and near on his back all the time, so he doesnt have a lot of free time. He often resorts to pleasuring himself to the thought of how pretty and tight you are for him.

K (kink) - besides constant praise (and a hint of degradation if your needy), hes pretty vanilla. Hes definitely covered you in chocolate and licked it off you a few times, but thats only on special occasions. If he ever walked in on you with your hands tied behind your back (dont ask how its possible ok let me dream) and presented so openly for him, he’d go wild, losing almost all of his self control.

L (location) - if you want to fuck him, it doesnt matter where you two are, he’ll do it. His personal favorite out of all the places you two have done it at is on his couch at work. He loves the rush it gives him thinking of one of his dear coworkers walking in and seeing how good you can be for him and only him.

M (massage) - since he cant always be intimate with you, he often gives you massages because thats close enough, right? He really goes crazy for any type of skin to skin touch you two have because hes a man whore

N (no) - he seen and done it all really, or it feels that way at least. He cant really think of anything he wouldnt do; as long as your happy hes happy. He knows he doesnt show it very well, but he really does care a lot about you.

O (oral) - god he loves it when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs squishing his face can just make him cum over and over, but he keeps his composure so he can enjoy it a bit longer. Hes also such a fucking whore for you when you give him head. Bucking his hips, gripping your hair tightly, telling you over and over how fucking amazing your mouth feels around him. You two have for sure 69d on multiple occasions.

P (pace) - he adores roughly pounding into you (or guiding your hips quickly up and down), seeing your face twist and mewl at how good his dick feels. If you ask him to slow down, he’ll just go faster until you cum and your body goes limp.

Q (quickie) - lovess them. Yes, he loves being able to fully worship your body properly, but he just doesnt have time. he often has you against the wall of his office, rattling the wall with how hard hes rutting into you.

R (risk) - all for it 100%. Though he very protective of you, he loves the idea of fucking you silly in public with the high chance that someone could see or hear. Hes for sure fingered you in a restaurant before, and he had to remind you to keep quiet before someone heard you moaning like such a slut. “Fuck, your so loud and im only using my fingers. If your good and keep quiet for me, when we get home i’ll give you more. Sound good~?”

S (stamina) - he usually lasts about 3-4 rounds. Hes a tough man, but you make him weak in his knees when you open up so willingly for him, just begging him to ruin you from the inside out.

T (toys) - he owns a pair of handcuffs, a vibrater, and probably a ball gag. He thinks you look like a sexy fucking god/goddess when he uses his toys on you, with you squirming and mewling under him while he fucks you silly with just a few pieces of plastic and rubber.

U (unfair) - he’ll tease you with his words constantly, but once you two are in bed he cant help but just tear you apart, no time to mess around. “I see you over there getting off to my voice, rubbing your pretty thighs together. Why dont you just come over here and spread them open for me to play with, hm~?”

V (volume) - hes loud and proud. He almost WANTS people to hear how good hes getting it. He whimpers and moans when he cums, groans and mewls when you take control over his tired body (his sounds alone could make you cum over and over, and he knows it)

W (wild card) - mellos kind of a secluded guy, and as much as you think you know everything about him, theres always gonna be something that hes keeping secret. Which is exactly why it surprised you when he subtly mentioned his desire to be covered in hickies and love bites. Of course, he got what he wanted (and you may have escaped with 1 or 2 or 5 of his own marks across your body)

X (xray) - hes pretty average length, about 8, maybe 8.5 inches, but he still manages to drive you absolutely feral with the way he fucks you.

Y (yearning) - hes a raging manwhore and nothing anyone says can change my mind about that. Your always on his mind, your pretty lips both of them,your plush thighs that feel like cotton candy in his hands; he can daydream forever. You two usually have full on sex (not counting quickies) about 3-4 times a week.

Z (zzz) - hes out quick when you two are finished. Hes tired after a long few hours of countless orgasms <3

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AN: AH i love doing these sm 🤭 can you tell i went with a theme on this one🙏 THX FOR THE ASK I RLY APPRECIATE IT💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

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rebelcthulhu · 2 years

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this is a rebel love song | e.m. | 18+ ONLY!!!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: a (not depicted) detention lands you right were you want to be, a sex riddled weekend with your crush. the only problem is you’ve got it bad for him and now the weekend is coming to an end. are you ready for things to go back to the way they were or do you want more..?

warnings/kinks: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, smut, dacryphilia, mutual pining, pet names, princess, fingering, porn with plot (kinda), praise!kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, p in v, light breeding!kink, sprinkle of perv!eddie, cum/ass eating, fluff fluff fluff!

word count: 7k+

note: when I say I’m over it, I mean it. this beast got away from me entirely. it’s a dumpster fire and I’m extremely nervous as it’s my first *full* fic I’ve ever posted on here. I couldn’t trash the ol’girl tho so here y’all go.

just as a little disclaimer, I am 100% dyslexic and have a pretty rough time with grammar. (apologizes) all comments and general criticisms are very much welcome, but totally not expected!!

A delicate strand of hair fell from over your shoulder, obscuring your view as you sat with one knee pressed into your chest and the other lazily outstretched across Eddie Munson’s comforter.

Unconsciously you replaced the lock behind your ear, turning the page on the DnD magazine you had been scanning through absentmindedly.

“You know you’re kinda beautiful, right?”

You looked up to see Eddie staring at you from the other end of the room. The early morning sunlight that seeped in through the thin curtains bathing him in a warm glow, turning his brown doeish eyes into a beautiful shade of gold.

“It’s rude to talk about yourself like that all the time,” you said, playfully leaning forward and placing your elbows on the bed. You rested your chin in the palms of your hands as you stared at him.

He really had no idea how long you had pined for him. How your body had screamed at nearly every instance of even somewhat close proximity. He had been the bane of your existence for what felt like an eternity and now here you were, a detention of all things having brought you together.

“Shut up!” he chuckled, a cocky grin plastering itself across his face.

“You know you’re the pretty one!” You raised your eyebrows, sticking your tongue out before giving him a soft sweet smile.

Suddenly Eddie’s flirtatious nature faltered, his expression becoming thoughtful. You didn’t understand it entirely, and to your misfortune, just as quickly as it had come it was gone.

“Mmm nope!” he pressed his lips together in a hard line. “I don’t think so.”

Standing up from where he’d been digging through his dresser, he shook his head, waving his hands around. A mischievous, albeit slightly devilish smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

Almost instinctively you closed the magazine you’d already half forgotten about, throwing it on the nightstand before looking back at him, watching tentatively as he stalked towards you.

You couldn’t help but admire how the thin black cut off he had slept in clung to his chest and biceps. Or how his flannel boxers had ridden lower on his hips than you remembered. The outline of his huge endowment, evident beneath.

“I hate to break it to ya, princess,” Eddie sucked on his teeth, “but you're the hottie of the relationship.”

He came to stand directly beside you, and you quickly averted your eyes from where they had been burrowing into his underwear, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Swinging your short legs off the bed you intended to stand, but almost immediately he engulfed you, his hips locking you into place underneath him as he straddled your knees.

You swallowed hard, a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest as he watched your once collected expression morph into that of desire. Before you could say or do anything however, he began to ghost the tips of his fingers across the tops of your bare thighs.

Instantly a tingling sensation spread like wildfire through your body, his large ring clad hands coming to rest on either side of you as he lowered his towering frame, his palms pressing firm into the mattress.

You were stunned as you began to feel his weight hit you, a slick heat pooling low in your gut. But right before his lips could find yours you found yourself compelled to scurry back up the bed.

Lingering just far enough away that he couldn’t kiss you, yet still close enough to feel his hot breath skate over your skin, you tilted your head. His confused, yet beautiful stare meeting yours.

“So a relationship’s what we're calling it now?”

You knew what you were doing, fighting the sickly feeling that you’d steadily beaten back for two solid days. You’d tried to tell yourself it would only hurt more the longer you kept things going. The inevitably of normalcy the following morning when you passed each other in the halls or class like nothing had happened your own personal plight to bear. The part of you that saw reason though shrunk by the second around him.

In an act of defiance you leaned in just far enough that your lips could graze his.

“Well?” You breathed into him, watching as a rumble built in his chest at your teasing.

Eddie looked down at you through a hazy lust filled gaze, his breath catching short as his large brown eyes fluttered closed.

His long lashes kissed his cheeks as his soft pink lips separated ever so slightly. He was so incredibly delicious to witness you found yourself awestruck by him even as you tried being the instigator.

Suddenly, his eyes flew back open, surprising you as he appeared to recover entirely. Titling his own head, he looked at you strangely, his posture mirroring yours, but in an over the top and extravagant way.

“Well, ya? We're like together-together now.” he chuckled, looking between you and the wall.

A vacant expression glossed over your face as his dark curly hair cascaded down over his shoulders. You were entirely unsure as to whether you should take him seriously or not. The part of you that wanted so deeply for him, the part that hoped against hope, raging inside the confines of your mind.

Eddie seemed to notice your struggle despite your best efforts at trying to remain composed. Bumping his nose into yours lightly, he attempted to call your attention back to him.

“M’not kidding with you, babe,” his eyes grew wide as his mouth fell open, one of his hands coming to drag a piece of his hair over his face.

“What? You scared to cross over to the dark side and be known as the town freak’s girl?”

The spell his words had over you broke instantly and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him, becoming aware that he was, in fact, fucking with you.

Still.. there was a part of you that couldn’t help but wonder why he shifted his weight back and forth, why he looked at you almost nervously?

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to snap out of it, realizing that the oddity of his behavior had probably been conjured up entirely by your imaginative subconscious.

Against your better judgment, you decided to entertain his little game. Tenderly wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him on top of you.

His lips found yours within seconds, kissing you with a dominating and forceful, but also somehow gentle passion.

You couldn’t help but to whimper brokenly when he began to part with you, his mouth claiming you in an entirely new way as he came to nip and kiss at your jaw.

You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it, enough of him. The room almost appearing to breathe as your desire-addled mind struggled to make sense of anything other than his delicate yet ravenous kisses.

“Jesus you’re a cheap date, Munson,” you told him as he came to suck at the spot just below your ear. “I spend a couple nights over and you’re already trying to get me to join forces with you?”

You continued with your charade, desperately playing off how badly you wanted for him and for that very thing.

“Yup, couldn’t think of a better recruitment method if I tried.” he responded jovaly, his small smile breaking against your skin.

The sheer base of his voice was more than enough to send a shiver of pleasure to your core. And he, of course, knew what he had done to you. Even if he didn’t entirely understand the context of why it turned you inside out.

Capturing your lips with his again, Eddie wasted no time stalling your attempt at recovery, moaning deeply into your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of you. The taste of his toothpaste and the morning's first cigarette clinging to him just as much as you did.

You were almost too encapsulated by the way in which he lapped at your bottom lip to notice when his heavy hands moved from the sheets and slipped seamlessly under your shirt.

“Mmm,” he whispered against your flush face, his fingertips leaving a map of goosebumps wherever they went. “I like this.”

You watched through your own lustful gaze as his eyes gestured down between you and the ripped and largely oversized Iron Maiden shirt he had given you to wear.

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” Your brows furrowed lightly. “Why?”

Unfazed Eddie relinquished you from the hold his mouth had over your brain. Dragging the bridge of his nose down your neck as his eyelashes tickled your throat.

“Because,” he breathed.

You felt his hands slip away, trailing further and further down your sides before finally grabbing fistfuls of your hips.

“Because why?” you asked him, shivering as he pressed his nose along your chest, your question lingering in the air between you as you felt his growing bulge press into your thigh.

As much as you tried to focus you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking up against him. The stiffness of his cock against you collapsing your chest as well as your mind.

“Because..” he trailed off, pecking your collar bone before slowly bringing his lips to your ear.

”You're my girl and I like seeing you in it.”

Abruptly Eddie sat upright, tucking you into his chest as he crawled across the bed, moving the two of you to the far corner.

A shocked gasp racked through your body as you felt hot tears spring to the corners of your eyes.

You hadn’t expected that answer, and you realized it had been a calculated mistake assuming you could handle his overpowering presence, a mistake nonetheless though.

Unable to deny it anymore, you felt your resolve break against the wall that was him, your carefully constructed composure shattering into a million different pieces as he settled you into his lap.

“Hey what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, propping himself up against the wall.

Suddenly you felt very raw and exposed, dropping your head as you willed the moisture in your eyes to dissipate. When they refused to leave you sighed, placing the palms of your tiny hands on his chest.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

Flexing your fingers you tried distracting yourself, tracing the outline of the pick necklace he always wore.

“It’s absolutely not nothing?” Eddie called you out, fear and worry cloaking his voice. “We can stop if you want to, s’ok, I promise.”

When you didn’t respond he placed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him as his hair tickled your face. You felt his eyes stare deeply into you as more tears brimmed at your waterline.

He really would be your undoing.

“No it’s not that, it’s just,” you paused, at war with yourself as you choked back a sob. “Do you really mean that?”

Your voice came out so temedly at first you didn’t think he had heard it. But as he pulled back from you he blinked.

“What? The shirt thing?” His brows knit together. You could visibly see your words bouncing around inside his skull.

You nodded, still refusing to meet his eye. You were outright ashamed that you were actually speaking to him about how you felt. After all, you had only very recently started up your little ‘relationship’ with him. Now you weren’t even allowing it a moment to breathe before completely unraveling the whole thing over a crush you had secretly harbored for him forever.

A short silence passed between the two of you as Eddie blinked again. A look unlike anything you had ever seen crossing his face.

“Wait, do you want me to mean it?” His voice went several octaves higher than normal, his tone absolutely saturated with a mixture of both genuineness and mischief.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to hide your own emotion.

The click in his mind was almost audible as you slowly felt his hand sliding up to cup your face.

“Aww, baby..” Eddie whined at you, his fingers on your cheek petting you gently. “Look at me please, let me see those pretty eyes for a second.”

Begrudgingly you obeyed him, his intrusive stare searching yours, looking for something so closely guarded by your heart that you almost refused to let him see.

“Does someone really wanna be my girl?” He skated the pad of his thumb over your lips as he spoke, the other coming to snake across your shoulder, resting at the back of your head as his fingers brushed through your hair.

You truly couldn’t help the way your mouth fell open or the way your breath stuck in your throat. You fought back another sob as you felt yourself clench and ache for him.

“You really do wanna be the town freak’s girl, don’tcha, princess?”

Eddie began to smile hungrily at you, turning his head so that he could look down at you from underneath hooded eyes.

You gasped, several tears slipping free and falling down your face. Whatever consequences were to follow be damned. You would have killed and maimed and tortured for the man that sat beneath you. The fire that he created within your soul and the apex of your thighs driving you to near insanity.

“I do!” you cried, your dam breaking as more tears of desire fell from you. “Pleaseee, make me yours, Eds! I wanna be yours so bad!”

An earth shattering smile lit up his face at your near incomprehensible response. From between your legs you felt his cock twitch. A truly primal and greedy sound ripping from his throat as he came to suck and pull at the flesh at the base of your neck.

The press of his teeth biting into your too warm skin created an almost indescribable ecstasy within you. His hands all but turning you into a withering, muling, convulsing mess of need as he shoved them back under your shirt, tugging and pawing at your touch starved breast.

“Poor baby, s’no need to cry,” he coode, outright pillaging and burning every ounce of you with his wet sucking kisses.

“You thought I was joking with you, hmm?” his hands moved from your tits, sliding across your ribs as his long fingers nearly interlaced across your back. “But I wasn’t.. Wanted you all to myself too, my sweet girl..”

Gripping you tightly to himself, Eddie ground his stiff cock up into your heat, a soft growl escaping him as you felt his length rutting into you. Another of his kisses sloppily invading your mouth as he rocked you back and forth on top of him.

After a few bated moments, his grip finally came to loosen, his eyes falling closed as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

Guideding you backwards, he laid you between his spread legs, your hips becoming trapped beneath his arms as your shirt rode up, exposing your black cotton panties to him along with all of your shame.

“Ahh- Would you look at that,” Eddie opened his eyes, drawing out his words as he hurriedly pulled his palms out from under you.

One heavenly hand came to rest on the skin of your belly, pressing flat as the metal of his rings sent sparks all across your skin. His other hand traveled much further down, coming to inspect the large damp spot you had produced between your legs.

You didn’t know why or how you found the brain cells to speak to him, but before you realized it you felt the words tumbling from your lips.

“You really wanna be with me too, Eds?”

You felt yourself nearly scream as he slid his middle finger down your center, pressing it into your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

“Yeah baby, have ever since I first saw you,” he answered without thinking.

“Wha-” Your shock lodged itself in your chest as his scorching touch overwhelmed you, his finger stroking your cunt yet again.

“We’re in Mrs. O'donnell's class together, member?” His tongue darted out briefly from between his tight lips. “Saw you reading one of my favorite books at the start of the year.”

He paused dramatically for a heartbeat. “Y’know you talk without realizing it sometimes, like when you’re reeeally invested in something?”

His voice was the only thing that could have pulled your mind from its sex riddled grave.

Unable to speak, you shook your head no, his lazy and effortless stokes destroying you.

“But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered..” He began reciting what he had apparently heard you say all that time ago.

You listened to him recount the memory intently, mimicking first you then how he imagined the character to sound. You were sure he was almost completely unaware that to you his voice was all consuming, so playful, so full of lust, so maddening.

When he paused, your eyes locked with his, a single one of his fingers slipping under the seam at the side of your panties.

“Usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t,” he cocked his head to the side before a downright demonic expression took over him.

Suddenly you couldn’t hear anything at all. Without realizing it he had turned his hand over so that his palm faced the ceiling, his same finger sliding down your slit before plummeting inside of you.

A racket gasped burst from your chest, your wet lashes fluttering against your checks as you bit back more tears. You could feel yourself squeeze around him, your swollen walls still tender and bruised from the night before.

Leaning slightly over your body, Eddie's voice came back to you, a softer, more compassionate tone replacing the one from before.

“Shhh, s’ok sweet girl. I know-I know.” He pressed down lightly on your stomach with the palm that still resided there.

“You started to cry that day in class too.. just like now,” his chest heaved. “Don’t think you even knew you’d started reading out load..”

You felt his finger beginning to move between your legs, curling softly back as he stroked your insides, his thumb making its way to your clit, still shielded by the cloth of your panties, circling it with only the lightest of touches.

“But I knew,” he said, slowly withdrawing his hand just far enough to pair a second digit with the first.

“It’s when I decided I never wanted to see you cry like that again.” His hips brushed up lightly into the air between you, his aching cock begging for attention but he refused to pay it any mind.

“Not unless it was because you were being stretched out by my thick fucking cock,” he whispered, thrusting into your cunt and curling his fingers in just the right way, hitting that special spot deep within you.

You felt your back arch and your eyes roll back into your head. The thralls of your orgasam sudden and devastating as your hips stuttered against his hand.

Eddie didn’t relent however, his merciless hand bring you higher and higher off the bed, his fingers contorting inside of you as he forcefully carried you through your pleasure.

At some point during it all a part of you realized he liked seeing you like this. A helpless little puppet forced to dance on past its limits by the strings of its master.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie moaned, a gutteral impenetrable sound. “That’s my good girl!”

After a time you realized he had begun to still inside you, your mind little by little breaking through the barrier your release had caused. You became aware that his other hand that had been on your belly had moved and was now helping to drop you back down onto his stained sheets.

Sliding from within you gently, Eddie brought his fingers to his face, inspecting them as your juices beaded and connected the two fingers that your body had just claimed.

“Did such a good job for me..” he said and you became a woman absolutely possessed as you sat upright, witnessing with your own two eyes how he pressed his middle and ring finger delicately between his lips, sucking them into his mouth as he stared at you with half open eyes tasting you on his skin.

You were on top of him before you could fully process what you were doing, your hand gripping the throbbing bulge at the front of his boxers. You needed to touch him, to feel him.

Wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear, your free arm came to rest at the back of his head, your nails digging into his hair.

“Mine,” you said, unsure rather you were phrasing it as a question or a statement.

Eddie let his hand fall from his mouth, limply bring it to rest on the curve of your ass before squeezing it lightly. A breathless toothy smile enraptured his face as you pressed the tip of your thumb over his throbbing head, precum staining his clothing.

“All yours, baby.” His head lolled back into your grasp as your hand traced his length, slipping inside his waistband before giving him a gentle pump.

“Ah-” Eddie’s mouth fell open, his thighs twitching as you brought him out. “Oooh,” he breathed, helping you remove his boxers before you took him again.

Your touch was ironclad, stroking him from stem to stern in long sweeping motions, the soft skin of his veiny cock like velvet beneath your palm.

Occasionally you’d lean over to let spit dribble from your mouth onto his swollen tip, the pill of his moans and gasps rivaling the very voice of God as you did so.

When Eddie’s expression become tortured, his panting breaths desperate as he rutted into your hold helplessly, you finally relinquished him.

Dragging your hands away, you brought them to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His mouth laid claim to yours as he sat up, taking you with him as he hooked his thumbs into your panties, his calloused hands scaling down your thighs as he slid them off.

When you tried to remove your shirt, he outright refused to allow you to, bodily pulling you into him.

Sitting back up against the wall Eddie tucked his legs underneath him, bringing yours to wrap around his waist at the ankle.

You were absolutely captivated as your tongues explored each other. The sounds of your lust, depraved and sickening. The bruising kisses you placed onto each and every one of his tattoos turning his body into a live wire as you cemented yourself to him.

Leaning you back over the bed, one of his strong arms came to cradle you against his chest, the head of his cock slipping lightly in between the lips of your cunt as he rocked himself into you.

“I need to be inside you, baby,’ he said, his tongue darting out from his mouth as he thrusted.

“My sweet girl gonna let me inside her?” His voice trailed off as he became consumed by where his thoughts had led him.

“Let me stretch her out..”

You threw your head back, his mouth coming to claim your throat as he whimpered against your skin, the sounds he made pleading.

“Fill her up.. show her she’s mine..?”

“Please, Eds!” You cried, your hips grinding down into him beggingly.

Eddie made an exasperated sound as he took himself in hand, lining his head with your sopping entrance, slipping inside just far enough to make you groan.

“Are you sure you're ready for me, baby?” The restraint he had was masterful, but you could feel him trembling against you, his voice cracking.

“Pleeasse!” You almost screamed and Eddie answered, pushing himself forward, inch by agonizing inch sinking deep within you until you were mounted at his hilt.

“Fuckk,” he gasped, his grip around you faltering for just a moment.

When he recovered he coiled his arm up and around your back, his hand coming to cling at the nap of your neck. With his other he braced the two of you over the bed keeping your figures suspended.

“Still can’t believe how fucking tight you are, babe!”

Moisture collected in the corner of your eyes. It hurt badly being that full, and you were already so painfully sore. His girth truly made you believe as though you were being torn in half, but it was only in the best and most delicious of ways. The sting and the pleasure melding together into one.

You felt a single tear escape you, slipping silently down your cheek. Before you could brandish it away Eddie’s lips captured it between the corner of your mouth and chin.

Embarrassment flooded you all at once, you didn’t want him to think he was too much, even if he had already said otherwise. You wanted this. You needed it! You didn’t think you could have gone another second on this earth without it.

“I’m sorry E-“ you began to say. But before you could finish he was cutting you off.

“Shhh, s’ok,” he mumbled.

His hips, which had remained still since he buried himself within you, began to move. The time allowed almost enough for you to accommodate his massive size.

“Told you..” he fought for control of himself, “this is the only time I wanna see you cry over me.” He used the leverage he had on your neck to bring you crashing down onto him.

Suddenly his cock hit your spot, another tear tumbling down your face as he moved his lips to claim that one too.

“Ahhh,” his moan was ethereal, “Fuck, my baby looks so fucking pretty when she cries on my dick.”

Gasping he worked himself into you. His thrusts unyielding even as slowly as they came, before long you were a train wreck of sobbing tears and want. You knew there would never be another for you. No one could ever come close to the ways in which he ripped you apart and put you back together with pieces of himself.

You felt your belly begin to tighten and your walls choke him. You were so close to yet another release that your lips quivered, your swollen bud bumping against his stomach with each and every thrust.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” Eddie placed kisses against the skin around the collar of your shirt, sensing your impending doom.

You couldn’t speak, the hot white light searing behind your closed eyes nearly strangling you as your nails bit into his back.

“You gotta cum for me, baby. “Can’t give my pretty girl what she wants until she cums.”

He withdrew from inside you almost completely, hammering his cock back into your cunt once.. twice.. three times..

That was it. That was all it took.

You felt yourself fall headfirst into yet another orgasam. Your chest heaving as your hips seized.

“Eddddiee!” you called his name, your voice almost unrecognizable even to your own ears as he pressed you into his chest.

Sitting up, the hand that had been bracing both of you against the bed snaked under his other, attaching itself to you at your waist.

“That’s it, that’s it! I got you, sweetheart!” Eddie hissed, his pace quickening only slightly as you clung to him, your gummy walls convulsing around him.

“Gonna show you how much I really want you-” he panted, the greed in his tone almost violent “-how you belong to me!”

His ruts punctuated each word he spoke, his motion becoming uncontrolled as the sound of your bodies slapping into each other filled the quiet trailer.

“Gonna fill you up,” he spat at you through gritted teeth “let you know you're my fucking girl- you’re my fuckin-”

An outright suffocated gasp cut him off, his cock twitching as you felt thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He didn’t stop immediately, he couldn’t, fucking into you steadily before eventually slowing and stilling altogether.

Your brain was fuzzy and your body exhausted, but your heart still fluttered in your chest as he nestled his face between your breasts, breathing you in deeply as he came down, his soft content sigh filling the musty air around you.

After a moment the arms that still held you in his lap tightened, embracing you in a bone crushing hug as you wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers tangling into his messy hair.

Tipping you onto the bed, Eddie laid you both on your side. He was still inside you, and he didn’t appear to want to change that anytime soon. Every once in awhile purposefully twitching his cock, messaging his cum into your walls and making you jump.

There was a blissful quiet that passed between the pair of you, his face eventually snuggling into your neck before pulling away so that he could kiss your chin.

“Wasn't exactly how I wanted to do that, but I’ll take it,” he said, his eyes were hardly open, but his smile was sappy.

You knew he was being absolutely petulant, but you admitted, if only to yourself, that your were over the moon.

“I thought you were just being arrogant.” you told him, a touch anxious.

Eddie laughed softly to himself. “Naw, that’s not my style babe, despite what people may think.”

He wagged his eyebrows at you boyishly and your heart almost stopped. You were completely and utterly enamored with this guy and the whole time he had been blatantly confessing his own desire for you.

“Did you ever think that getting a detention would land us here?” you asked him, petting through his thick sweaty hair.

“Never would have guessed.” he mumbled, finally allowing himself to slide free from you, giving one last thrust back into your cunt before wrapping you up in another tight hug.

You winced at his exit. A seeping feeling between your legs leaving you dazed and more than a little breathless.

“Might have always wanted something like it to happen though,” he said, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

You laughed as you hugged him back, suddenly being drawn out as he looked at you curiously.

“Wait, hold on a minute?” he looked at you pointedly, “How long have you had it bad for Eddie ‘the freak Munson?”

You felt your cheeks heat immediately, turning away from him to hide your awkwardness. He didn’t allow you to get far, his face nuzzling into your reddened skin as he peppered kisses across your face.

“No you’re gonna answer my question, can’t just leave me hanging here.” Eddie broke away from you, rubbing his nose along the side of your cheek, bringing his index finger up to tap yours lightly on the tip before resting his thumb on the side of your jaw.

“Mines definitely not as-” you struggled, looking down at his bare chest, becoming distracted as you traced the bruie you had left on his spider tattoo, “-hot as yours?“

“S’ok, I just wanna know,” he said.

His big beautiful brown eyes watched you patiently. It was clear he was genuinely invested in what you had to say and it left you feeling overwhelmed.

Rolling onto your back and away from him, you placed your arms above your head, folding them under you as you looked up at the dirty roof.

“It was my sophomore year and I had just moved here.” You thought back on that day and how vividly the memory had stuck with you.

“I got lost looking for one of my classes and I somehow ended up in the drama room.”

You looked over at him, biting the inside of your lip as you saw him fight as hard as any one man could to remember something that had taken place nearly 3 year prior.

When it became clear that he had no idea what you were talking about, you laughed.

“Don’t hurt yourself, I didn’t actually talk to you that day. Or really ever, not until we met in detention that is.”

A curious expression clouded Eddie’s face as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Why not?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well.. if I’m being honest I didn’t even noticed you at first. I was too busy realizing someone was setting up for a DnD game to comprehend that you were there,” you giggled.

“I had played back home and it was..” You didn’t know why you suddenly became nervous but it stifled you as you tried to continue.

“I-It was the first time since I left that I felt like everything was gonna maybe be okay. Like there was some sliver of hope that I would fit in here.”

You felt your face fall slightly unable to look at him even as you sensed his unwavering attention.

“That’s when all your friends came in, I don’t think anyone even noticed me. B-But that’s when I finally saw you..”

Your eyes went wide, speaking as if you’d seen the sun for the very first time and were trying to describe it to another by memory.

“I-I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I had absolutely no fucking idea what to do, you were just so..”

You chuckled breathlessly, at a loss for words. You knew how embarrassing it all sounded and if he had looked at you oddly you most likely would have never recovered.

“I left as fast as I could after that. I found out more about the Hellfire Club later, but by then I had already built you up too much in my head and scared myself out of trying to join.. I spent the next couple of years with my eyes either glued to you or avoiding you like the plague.”

From beside you Eddie remained quiet for some time, a snicker building within him until it was erupting from his belly causing him to shake and rattle the bed.

“What?” You asked, your own laughter a mixture of confusion and contagiousness.

“Your just so fucking cute!” Eddie sighed, his face wrinkling as his laughter faded.

Your heart skyrocketed into your throat as he leaned over to kiss you. The first time chaste, the second deep and searing.

“No really?” you said, finally able to catch your breath as he pulled you back into him, laying your head against his chest.

“You're just so innocent, and I’ve been jerking off to you since first semester!”

You felt your mouth begin to salivate and a knot forming in your belly. It was getting ridiculous how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess.

“What?” He said, noticing your compromised state. “Did you think I was just being arrogant about Mrs. Odonalls class too?”

The look he gave you was filthy and the gust of air you let out through your nose was entirely due to your inability to scream.

“I didn’t even know I had a whole crying thing till I met you.” he said, brushing his lips over your forehead as he thought.

“God, but I could not get you out of my fucking head. It got so bad at some point I started having to jerk off before class just so I didn’t have a hard on the whole damn time.”

Eddie pulled back, suddenly realizing he might have said too much. His dark eyes searching yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

You really had no idea what to say, and maybe it spoke more to your character than to his, but deep down you didn’t think you’d ever heard something as mind numbingly titillating as the image of him stroking him self to the thought of you and you alone.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said sheepishly. “You were just so fucking hot and-” he tried to explain himself as you abruptly smacked him on the chest.

“Be serious,” you said, only slightly amused.

“I am!” he finally grinned, relaxing a bit at your apparent acceptance of his less than noble intentions.

“You do know you're actually beautiful, right?” he looked at you suspiciously, having been struck by the thought.

You rolled your eyes at him again changing the subject, “So you wanted to fuck me all year, big deal? Why do you wanna be with me now all of a sudden?”

He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, but eventually continued.

“I don’t know, after awhile I couldn’t stop thinking about you in other ways either,” he sighed lightly.

“Never thought I’d get the chance to do anything about it though, didn’t think you’d ever care as much about me as you do The Lord of the Rings.”

Eddie finished, laughing bodily as his head fell back at his joke.

“Careful Munson,” you challenged him, “I might already be half way there!”

You started to laugh with him, but you felt it die in your throat as he looked down at you, his eyes growing slightly sad.

“So you really wanna do this then.. Be together?”

If ever anyone had told you that Edward Munson could sound feeble you wouldn’t have believed them. But in that moment, you truly thought the man had never known love or acceptance by anyone. His decision to lay it all out on the line, entirely dependent on you.

“I’d like that Ed..” you said, your voice shaking as you fought your excitement. “I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he let out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I guess you can keep the shirt then.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, his own toothy grin answering yours. You blinked and suddenly you were on your back again, his hands pinning your arms above your head as he knelt sprawled between your legs.

At the shocked look on your face he became more gentle, releasing your hands and skating them down over your body, his thumbs coming to hook under your shirt before lifting it up to expose your breasts.

His first came to knead gently at them as he spoke.

“So fucking perfect,” he told you. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Bringing his face closer he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as if it offered him his very salvation.

He ended up spending a dedicated amount of time on either one, but it wasn't until he began to trail lower that your head snapped up, your moans ragged as you tried to speak.

“Eddie- ahh d-don’t, you just-”

The look he gave you as he kissed your belly button stopped you dead in your tracks, desire causing your jaw to go slack. You watched as he kissed his way further and further down your body, his hot breath skating over your mound.

He didn’t look away from you as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he lowered his head. You bit your lip to conceal your scream as he sank into his place between your thighs, gripping them tightly as he forced you open for him.

The wet press of his tongue spreading your lips was electrifying, his face melting into your heat as his nails dug into your soft flesh. He took his time working your clit, sucking and lapping at it until your hands were cradling his head and your hips were thrusting into his face. That’s when he began to go even lower, working his was to your fucked out hole, tasting the mixture of the two of you from its source.

He let out a long heaving moan as he drank from you, the sound vibrating into every facet of your being. He didn’t stop there however, his hands letting go of your thighs and sliding underneath the swell of your ass, pushing your hips up as he followed the trail to your tight virgin button.

“Eddie st-” You gasp feeling his tongue swipe over it, coming back to dip into your cum filled cunt.

His hands returned to their original post, rubbing circles into the meat of your thighs, calming you as well as assuring you he wasn’t gonna do anything you weren’t sure of yet. You found yourself almost begging for it shortly after though, offering every part of yourself to him, both body and soul as his tongue took turns fucking into both of your holes.

The trill of orgasams that followed became a staple in your mind. You doubted the desire for one another would ever truly be sated even as the time for you to go came and went and you were forced to get up and get dressed.

Eddie hadn’t been joking about the shirt either, outright insisting that you keep it, going as far as to tell you how happy it would make him to watch his sweet girl wear it to class the next day. You agreed, all too ready to please him.

When you motioned to leave he grabbed his keys and boastfully announced that you weren’t going to get away that easy, mistakenly believing that you’d be walking anywhere ever again. It made you laugh, the two short miles to your house from his not nearly enough time for you to say your goodbyes.

“Don’t go just yet, please..” Eddie whimpered, his hand on your wrist pulling you away from the door handle. His big black van parked out by the curb in front of your run down house.

You could see your Father’s truck in the driveway and the anxiety you felt made it an easy decision for you to let him slip you back into his lap. One large hand taking your chin as the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.

You stayed like that, kissing for what felt like hours, the sun sinking low in the sky as dusk became nightfall.

It wasn’t until the threat of more that you finally squeezed yourself against him, drawing back as you pecked his kiss swollen lips.

“You gonna sleep alright without me tonight?” He asked.

“I’ve never doubted anything more in my life,” you giggled, crawling back into the passenger seat and opening the door.

“Well at least try for me, babe.” Eddie smirked, turning the key and starting the engine.

You felt his eyes watch you every step of the way as you got out, turning to look back at him from your front porch. He blew a kiss at you as you waved him goodbye, your heart skipping several beats as you opened your front door and closed it, locking it quietly behind you.

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#.... i am terrified tbh #like i kinda wanna throw up #i left myself room enough that if anyone actually like this i can kinda build off it so there is a little bit of plot?? idk #anyway please dont throw tomatoes at me for the attempt at writing #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson smut fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fluff fic #nsft #mywriting #myem

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nevernotswagging · 1 year

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Lazy Mess

♡ pairings: shikamaru nara x fem!reader

♡ wc: 0.9k

♡ w: smut, unprotected sex, slight choking, dirty talk, slight spanking,

You had been waiting all day for Shikamaru to return back in the comfort of your arms and now that he was home all you wanted to do was jump on him, so that is what you did.

Shikamaru was laying on your shared bed when you pounced in him, startling him out of his day dream. “A little warning next time.” He said nonchalantly. You giggled at his tired smile that complimented his features well.

“I missed you.” You whispered as you leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, of course he reciprocated, but Shikamaru had just got back from a mission, the man was beyond tired. “I’ve been waiting all day for you to come back.” Your kisses trailed down to his neck where you sucked at the flesh of his skin.

His hands were on your thighs as you straddled him and his thumb was caressing your skin. You moved your hips against Shikamaru’s only to stop as he spoke. “I’m so tired, I don’t really want to move right now.” His voice was husky but nevertheless you listened.

Shikamaru watched as you removed yourself off him only to pull you back on top. “I didn't mean that you should stop. I was just letting you know that I’m not going to do anything. The stage is yours.” You smirked down at Shikamaru and wiggled your hips out of excitement.

His eyes were on you the entire time as were his hands that were all over the place. Occasionally he would place his hands on your ass and assist you in grinding against him. “I should let you do the work more often.” Shikamaru sighed as his dick grew hard underneath your consistent movement.

“You should.” You responded as you removed your shirt and stood up to take your pants off. You were way too horny now for foreplay and all you wanted was Shikamaru inside of you.

Shikamaru lifted his hips so you could pull off his trousers. You placed light kisses on top of his clothed cock, your eyes on Shikamaru's the entire time to watch his reaction. You bit your lip as you took in his dazed expression.

"Any longer and I might fall asleep." Shikamaru muttered.

You pulled down his underwear leaving his dick out in the open. "Don't worry, I'll keep your attention." You squeezed his dick with one hand while the other was undoing your bra. You took the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucked, your cheeks hollowed as you moved your head slowly down his shaft.

Shikamaru leaned his head back as he let out a groan. "Course you will." He brushed your hair out of your face as he helped you guide your head up and down.

After deciding that he was hard enough, you released his cock with pop and positioned yourself to hover over him. You held his dick in your hand and rubbed it through your folds before easing it in. You let a sigh slip through your lips as you pushed yourself down to the hilt.

You shoved the black undershirt that Shikamaru was wearing up and smoothed your hands over the defined lines of his abs, your hips moving against his own. "How could I ever resist this feeling?" Shikamaru asked aloud as he covered his face with his arm. "Fuck! Your pussy is great." You shut Shikamaru up with kiss before returning back to your new founding pace.

You bounced up and down on his cock as you let out quiet moans. You always felt so full when you'd feel his cock all the way inside you, and sometimes you wished that it could stay there forever, but you knew that you would get too desperate to keep it still.

Shikamaru reached up to palm at your tits that bounced with your movements resulting in you grabbed his arm and digging your nails into his skin. "Shika!" You cried out as he thrust up into you once. "I thought you were too tired?" You said breathlessly.

"If you don't want me to I can stop."

Your eyes widened and your grip on his arm tightened. "No! Feels too good." Your eyes rolled back as Shikamaru wrapped one of his hands around your neck.

He pulled you close with the grip on your neck. "Does it now?" You hummed in response ending with Shikamaru wrapped his arms around you and lifting himself up so that he could fuck up into you.

"Oh, fuck!" You cried out as he hit a deeper part of you through his fast and erratic thrusts.

While pumping himself into your pussy he was shoving your ass down harder against him and occasionally spanking your ass. "Shika- I'm gonna cum." You panted out as he flipped the two of you over.

His hips stopped for a moment to readjust himself before fucking you even harder then before.

Shikamaru's forehead was on yours, his hot breath fanning into your face as his grunting got louder the closer he got to his release. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you climax hit and that little rubber band in your stomach snapped. Your nails clawed at Shikamaru's back, holding him close and tight.

Shikamaru's release followed shortly after, and the lazy bastard failed to pull out. "Seriously, Shikamaru?" You looked down at the cum that was slowly leaking out of your hole.

"Whoops."

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gaybananabread · 4 months

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Congrats on the milestone!! Definitely an exciting one. For the event could I request lemon, dragon fruit, banana with MHA lee Denki and either ler Bakugou or Kirishima (or both lol)?

Fruit(s): Lemons, Dragon Fruit, Bananas

Why choose? I love writing these two as a tag-team, and Kaminari is one of my favorite lees for MHA. Might as well end off the Fruit Shop on the fandom that got me into this whole community! Once again, thank everyone for requesting and participating in the event; I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Denki

Lers: Bakugou, Kirishima

Summary: Denki swipes one of Kirishima’s favorite hoodies, which just so happens to be Bakugou’s best blanket. To “avenge” the red head and get the jacket back, Baku uses a special method of persuasion on the electric hero. Kiri decides to help, playing a good cop role.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast…

A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…

The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.

Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually.

Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…

“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.

Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.

Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.

“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…”

Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?

The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!”

Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.

“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”

Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.

Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.

“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.

“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.

He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.

The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.

“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.

Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.

“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”

Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”

Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”

The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.

Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.

Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”

Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”

Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”

While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.

Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.

“Next time, Kami? Watch what��cha steal around Bakubro~”

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 21 - ‘You’re Mine’

“If you don’t get in your own seat so we can land in Greece I’m gonna kill you” Lauren yelled at you from the other end of the plane.

“Finally, someone putting Y/N in her place, just gets her way all the time.” One of Marcel’s friends piled on.

“Alright, alright, relax…” Trent tried to hush them before nuzzling a little into your neck whispering against your skin. “Wanna get up before we land, beautiful?”

“Don’t wanna” you whispered, still half asleep. “Wanna be back in our bed, T.”

“You’ll have a bed there with me, don’t you worry. C’mon.” He grunted trying to stand up with you latched to him. He managed though and plopped you back on your own seat. The plane landed safely. You all walking off the stairs of the plane into the warm heat.

“I don’t wanna hear anything from you.” You groaned as Lauren came up wrapping her arm around you.

“Relaxxx, Y/N.” She laughed. “It’s fine, we talked about it. It’s all fine.” She attempted to persuade you that her and Marcel fucking wouldn’t be a big deal.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m actually dying though, it's so hot right now.” You ignored her and started to complain, trying to pull your sweatshirt over your head. You still didn’t feel great and the heat was not helping. When you finally got to where you were staying though your sluggish feeling seemed to disappear at the sight of the luxury villa. It was massive and gorgeous, perfectly settled on the coast line. It had a big lawn out back with an infinity pool at its edge, sun loungers, a beach club below accessible by a private set of stairs. The house was modern, big windows floor to ceiling, each bedroom having an outdoor space. You beamed and grabbed at Trent’s waist squeezing him from behind as he carried all your stuff.

“It’s perfect, T!” You quietly squealed as you squeezed him tighter walking into the house.

“You like it? Happy?” He asked, turning his head to try to see you.

“So happy!” You came round him to hold his hand taking it off your suitcase. You tried to carry your own for a moment but struggled so he shook off your hand and continued carrying both bags while leaning over to press a kiss to your temple.

“Just let me do it, I’m serious.” He laughed at your poor attempt to help. You all explored the house noisily, the boys fighting over rooms, Trent knowing the villa took you immediately to the Master bedroom. It had a big bed in the middle of the room, white, filled with pillows, a cement floor, a giant en suite, and a little living space that led to an outdoor space with a fire. Trent collapsed on the big bed as soon as he walked in… dramatically, of course. Sighing.

“You want me to unpack for you?” You asked as you moved the suitcases around towards the walk-in wardrobe.

“Nah, I want you to c’mere.” He gestured lazily for you to come over to him on the bed. Instinctively, you straddled over him. He was already hard the moment you sank down.

“T…” you giggled as his hands moved quickly but smoothly under your clothes.

“C’mon… I’ve got you all over me last night begging me to fuck you. Just lemme touch you now. You don’t want that any more? hmm?” He smuggly teased you for your desperation last night but was similarly begging for you to let him have sex with you now. His hands pulled off your clothes slowly and sensually, you felt yourself start to go from hungover and tired to very turned on and completely soaked.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You moaned as you grinded your core on top of his hard cock. His lips pressed into yours for a suffocating kiss. Your body laid flush against his as you made out. You sat back up on his lap and your tits bounced in a mesmerizing way that had Trent immediately following you up, his lips around one of your nipples swiftly, his tongue flicking back and forth over it, surrounding it. You were gasping out a moan when his free hand came up to play with your other. “Oh my god, s-shit, that feels so good, baby.” Attending to one and then the other, swapping his mouth for his hand and his hand for his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot… fuck. Need to be inside you right now, baby.” He moaned, pulling you back down with him to lay on the bed.

“You want to fuck me, T?” You asked teasingly, rubbing your dripping wet core down his hard length beneath you.

“Yeah, baby. Gimme what’s mine. Let me fuck you so good. Let me make you feel good.” He rattled off words but you had a hard time listening after he lined his cock up with your entrance, lifting your ass up and guided you to sink down taking all of him immediately. You were so wet it was seamless but the minimal foreplay made for pleasurable pain from the stretch of him. “You’re such good girl f’me. You okay, baby?” You nodded and started to ride him after adjusting a little. It felt so good you could feel the knot in your stomach form almost immediately. You and Trent just understood each other's bodies, what each of you needed. He naturally hit the perfect spot every time in quick succession. He roughly rolled you over on the bed to be on top of you. Pinning you under him.

“Oh f-fuck!!!” You practically yelled as Trent hit your g-spot hard and fast, again and again and again. You could hear just how wet you were as your walls hugged him tighter. The knot in your stomach was coming undone quicker than you expected. You tried to put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans but he wasn’t having that. He held your hands above you with restraint as he continued to fuck you.

“Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, baby.” He whispered against your neck before biting your sensitive skin only pulling another, louder, moan from you.

“T…” you whined. “Please, I’m so close, I’m so… f-fuck!… I’m so close.” You told him squeezing your eyes shut as you started to feel your orgasm approaching. He was so deep inside that you could feel every ridge and vein.

“Shit, just wait a little bit for me, beautiful. You can do it, yeah, just a little more for me. Take it like a good girl.” Trent struggled to get the words out as your pussy started to clench tighter around him. “Tell me how good I make you feel… tell me your mine, this pussy’s mine.” Lost in his own pleasure drilling in and out of you as you whimpered. The warmth of your pussy completely captivating him. Unbeknownst to you, Lauren had opened the door to the master bedroom about halfway with the innocent intention of coming to see your room before she witnessed you getting absolutely railed by your boyfriend. Her eyes blinked a few times in shock at the rough nature but slammed the door closed immediately. Neither you or Trent even noticed the intrusion too focused on the other.

“What?” George came to ask Lauren with a furrowed brow confused as to why she shut the door so fast.

“Well…” she paused for a moment only then for your voice to be heard through the door, answering for her.

“Fuck, you make me feel..ah! so good. F-fuck… this pussy’s all yours, I’m yours… fuckkk.” You could barely get the sentence out as Trent continued to pound into you. His high now approaching. His large hands drew down your body in between you two and began rubbing little circles on your throbbing clit. Your mind turned to mush. His thrusts becoming increasingly sloppier and harsher.

“You’re such a good girl, f’me. Cum all over my cock, yeah? I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock while I fill you up.” Trent babbled as you came, your body aching, your eyes squeezing shut again. You were gasping as Trent fucked you through your high.

“T…baby” you moaned, feeling his release painting your insides.

“That’s my good girl…” he said as he pumped you full of his cum extending the pleasure of your high. He laid on top of you completely spent as you both breathed heavily, whispering I love yous back and forth. Every part of Trent was so unfairly pretty you just laid there admiring every inch unable to move.

“Honestly…” George groaned, rolling his eyes at Lauren. The pair heard the whole crescendo of your little session. “Some people just have it all.” He shook his head.

“His dick can’t be that fucking good…” Lauren laughed as they moved away from your room down the corridor.

“I hate that I know he has a big dick too, like what more does he need. He’s one of the best footie players in the world, fucking makes millions of pounds, he looks like that..” George threw his hand back towards the direction of your room. “And… he’s got a big dick, honestly, of course he has a girl like Y/N.” He grumbled but was laughing a little. Trent was his best friend, of course he felt a little jealousy but he loved him, his rant was purely banter.

“She’s not that great…” Lauren said, laughing at George. He just gave her a telling look. “Okay, well..” she laughed a little harder. “She’s fucking perfect, I know! She’s my best friend. I deal with it every day. She’s so hot, her face is beautiful, she’s smart, she’s so nice, everyone loves her… People like them deserve each other. God just wanted them to have it all.”

“It’s ridiculous.” George laughed equally as hard. “I’m jealous to be fair, imagine fucking pulling a bird like Y/N.” He said walking into the kitchen where a Marcel and a friend of his were sat.

“Yeah, mate… I couldn’t. I’ll never have that shot.” Marcel’s friend answered George’s statement openly.

“Guys…” Lauren cooed with a little pout. “You’re all objectively good looking boys don’t act like T is some… ” she paused trying to think of a way to lie to tell them that being a professional athlete didn’t effect his image to women. “I don’t know…but you could all pull your own version of Y/N, someone good for you.”

“I’m out of this conversation…” Marcel remarked moving to open the refrigerator that was next to where Lauren was standing. “Not really interested in a Y/N variation. Shoot my shot elsewhere” He spoke into the fridge before whispering so only Lauren could hear. “What’d you think, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, can do that.” She whispered back, trying to suppress her giggles.

You had dinner that night out at some restaurant so you got ready with Lauren in her room taking your sweet time. The boys attempted to complain about how long you took but seeing as Trent wasn’t phased by the time consumption and their comments falling on deaf ears, they quickly deduced this is how the trip was going to go. They had no say, you were going to get ready as you pleased.

You wore a white linen halter dress that had a ruffled neckline that cut so open and deep you couldn’t even wear pasties so you were just praying your nipples behaved and stayed covered tonight. You opted for a mesh Gucci nude GG heeled sandal that featured the logo monogram patterned in rhinestone crystals across it paired with Bottega Veneta silver drop earrings and matching silver mini Sardine Bag .It was simple but effective.

You made your way into a fun little restaurant tucked on a cobble stone street you were going to worry about in your heels later. It was private and nice to not stress. You sat at a long table with too much liquor on it already. You nestled next to Trent… obviously but anyways…the boys filled the rest of the table and Lauren had neatly placed herself between George and Marcel’s friend, Marcel across from her. A little bit after you all settled you heard a loud familiar voice.

“I’m here, don’t worry” said muddied in a laugh. You picked your head off Trent’s shoulder to see an illuminated, gorgeous, gorgeous, Jude Bellingham.

“Wow, the golden boy graces us with his presence.” Trent mocked. Jude coming over to give him a hug.

“Mrs.TAA, you okay?” Jude laughed at his own joke and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah, all good. Haven’t seen you in forever, was starting to miss you.” You teased seeing it had been under a week since you last saw him.

“Alright, lads?” Trent said, sticking his arm out to dap up Jobe and Jude’s friend, Toby. They all proceeded to sit at the table for dinner when you felt your phone buzz. You already knew from who. A text from Lauren…

‘Bathroom immediately. Y/N… wtf.’

You kissed at Trent’s temple before getting up meeting Lauren at her end of the table to walk with her to the bathroom.

“Excuse me! Excuse meee!” She feigned a yell but was whispering, squeezing your arm. You could only laugh at her reaction. Lauren had developed quite the crush on Jude or built some sort of lust at the very least. She’d never actually met Jude but, like everyone else, she was obsessed without having to.

“I’m sorry!” you laughed, not really meaning your apology. “I told you not to ruin your trip night one!” Continuing in a fit of giggles pushing the bathroom door open. “Also, you said ‘it’s fine’” you mocked her voice repeating what she had told you about her and Marcel.

“Oh my fucking god, what do I do?” She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. “Why do I do this? I did this to myself… You know what? It is fine, it’s fine.” She started giggling too.

“Is it?” You asked, staring into the mirror with intrigue back at her while reapplying some lip gloss.

“It is!” She yelled laughing. “No, but why can’t I mess around, I’m single. I’m not not going to shoot my shot with fucKING JUDE!” She got louder at the end of her sentence.

“Don’t hurt anyone, that's all I’m asking. Don’t disrupt my peaceful life.” You joked.

“Peaceful is comical” she made fun of you. “But seriously what do I do. I can’t go out there and just like go introduce myself that’s embarrassing and desperate.”

“Because you’re… not….” You laughed. “No, I’m kidding but we’ll just go back out, sit down where we were and eat. If he introduces himself or something gets turned in your direction then you can answer, if not, then we can pretend we forgot, unphased, and introduce you two as we leave before we go out.”

“Fine, fine, yeah, that’ll be fine.” She babbled trying to adjust her outfit now.

“Does that sound ‘fine’” you mocked laughing.

“You’re not being helpful!” She moaned, swatting at you.

“I am! Just do what you do best. Sit there and look pretty and let all the little English boys fall in love with you.” You joked pulling at her top.

“Ugh the accents I cannot.” She whined. “I’m not going to make it out of here alive. How do my boobs look?” She said pressing them together, pushing them up.

“Perfect, if I was a boy.. oooff” you joked making a face. “I’m not and still… ooof.” Flattering her.

“You’re the worst! I can’t believe you did this to me… let’s go…” Lauren moaned, pushing you towards the door, you both still laughing. You arrived at the table following your little plan back to your seats.

“Okay?” Trent asked, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“All good” you said cheekily, unable to hide a big smile.

“What? What’s up with you?” He smiled seeing yours, pinching at your waist, moving closer to you, starting to press wet kisses against your skin.

“Nothing! Nothing! Stop! Leave me alone!” You giggled squirming, feigning annoyance but loving every touch.

“I forget the nausea momentarily… and then it returns so fast. You two are so gross.” George complained watching you and Trent. Down the table though Lauren was completely disinterested in what was happening in your direction. She sat, her arms slyly pressing her tits together leaned further over than needed to let them practically spill out on the table. She’d lick her lips and play with the straw of her drink slowly. Marcel and his friend weren’t complaining, they figured that’s just Lauren being Lauren. She could feel Jude’s eyes flicker over her though. At first a glance inspecting the table and then a stare infatuated with what he saw down the table. She looked good and Jude wanted to meet her immediately but he was cooler than that, calmer than that so he played the game she was. He recognized who Lauren was from your Instagram and stories but he was fantasizing about getting to really ‘know’ her. Lauren picked her drink up, her tongue dancing around the straw like she had a hard time finding it. She took a sip and wiped her mouth slowly with her thumb, her fingers dragging over her plump lips, her mouth gaping a little. She knew he was watching her so she kept her head still but flicked her eyes towards him. They made eye contact. Jude attempted to wink, he couldn't but he tried. She smiled softly, holding in a laugh and sent him a more successful wink back.

Dinner wrapped up and you all were going to go out to a small club, nothing crazy, not tonight. You stood up, Trent’s arms hung over your shoulders as he stood behind you whispering mischievous things in your ear. You were a little lost in the moment feeling his body against yours, his lips ghosting over your ear, his voice, his hands over you… until you remembered you had to go help Lauren so you stepped out of his hold. Trent wasn’t thrilled, he grabbed at your hand a little with a pout but you pulled to walk away.

“I’ll be back, baby, promise” you cooed, pushing your lips out with a ‘mwah.’ You pulled Lauren from her current conversation and walked with her back over to Jude, Jobe, Toby, and Trent as normal as if you were just coming back to get into the car that was arriving soon. You faked a moment of realization. “Wait, I just remembered you haven’t met yet…” Lauren looking at you with innocent doe eyes like she was unaware.

“Nah, don’t think so.” Toby’s eyes lit seeing Lauren. She was every man’s dream to be fair but he sat on the same side of the table as her so he hadn’t clocked her whole appearance yet.

“Sorry, sorry! My bad, Lauren…erm, this is…” and you went through the motions saving Jude for last.

“You’re so leng.” Jobe’s words fumbled out of his mouth. His cheeks once full dropped, he was shocked he said it aloud. Everyone laughed a little giving Jobe shit as they all politely introduced themselves to one another. Your cheeks warmed hearing Jobe though, something was so endearing about him you just wanted to squish him but you had to focus on Jude for the moment. You pulled the group apart in directions towards the arrived cars nonchalantly leaving Lauren and him trailing behind intentionally.

“My little brothers right, ya know?” Jude spoke first, his hand coming to the small of Lauren’s exposed back.

“About…” she cooed pretending to be naive.

“You’re sexy. You know you’re sexy.” Jude hushly said into her ear. Lauren giggled a little.

“You think?” Trying to play coy but she couldn’t resist saying more. “You’re very sexy too, Mr. Bellingham.”

“Yeah, think so?” He teased, very well aware he was.

“You know you are… but I did manage to find a flaw though.” Lauren spoke as her eyes danced over his frame.

“My flaw?” Jude was taken aback. What was she talking about? It wasn’t the way he thought this conversation was going so he just waited with the new feeling of being on edge.

“Someone cannot wink.” Lauren laughed adjusting her top but really just was calling attention to her tits. “It’s fine we all have our flaws.” She teased.

“I’m not sure I’m seeing any right now.” He whispered against her ear. She could feel his plump lips, his hand moving down her spine a little more. “You can’t possibly have one.” He fed her ego.

“People say I’m a little too touchy, maybe that’s a flaw.” She cooed looking straight ahead pretending to ignore his proximity.

“Nah, can’t be that.” Jude laughed a little. “Haven’t touched me once.” He reminded her. Lauren turned towards him almost immediately, placing her hand on his chest.

“Do you want me to touch you?” She said the words dripping with seduction.

“I know what you’re doingggg” you jumped a little as Trent sang smug in your ear when he came up behind you his hands caressing your skin.

“Just let them meet…” you said sheepishly, a little shy with your decision and under the warm touch of his hands.

“Y/N, Marce is involved now, this is a bad idea, baby.” He tried to explain. He placed a kiss behind your ear before coming in front of you holding your hands out fiddling with your fingers until he laced his with yours.

“C’mon, let it unfold! They’re all adults.” You whined with a pout. Pulling his hands a little towards you for him to let go of yours only to return his back on your body.

“Barely…” he laughed, gripping your ass, palming it in his hands. You could only shake your head giggling along with him.

You made it inside the club, it was chic, small, good music, good vibes, you had kind of split off into two groups within your own section. Jude and Trent, Jobe and Marcel, it just worked that way. You were cuddled up with Trent, next to Lauren, the others spread around you. Having probably too many drinks but you were happy. You couldn’t help yourself from making out with Trent sporadically. Although when he got up to go talk to Marcel quickly when he remembered something, you suddenly felt just how needy you were, immediately missing him. God, were you that horny? Fuck… but it wasn’t that, you were actually just absolutely wasted. You hadn’t noticed from how firm Trent’s hands had held you, so steady. You were really fucked up and not in a good way, your head was spinning. When you looked at Lauren, her figure blurred. You stood up, wobbled a little, and started to go to the bathroom.

“Want me to go with you?” Lauren asked sweetly, rising up from her seat but you waved her off. You needed to reset. Get some water, splash some on your face, and be somewhere quiet for a second. In retrospect, you should’ve told Trent where you were going, asked him to help you. He would’ve, he literally stepped away for 5 minutes and you acted like he had deserted you and you had to survive on your own. Lauren told Trent you where you went when he came back and he hummed in understanding getting caught up on the current conversation mindlessly unaware of your state.

‘Fuck’ you said as you gripped the bathroom sink. You turned around quickly only to trip, smacking to the flooring barely reaching the toilet before you threw up. This was a disaster. You felt like you were going to cry all alone. You don’t know what you drank but something fucked you up bad. You sat on the floor for a while before standing, pulling yourself up by the sink, leaning desperately on it. You looked in the mirror and sighed at how disheveled you looked. It brought back haunting memories of times before you had met Trent. ‘No, no, no, not doing this.’ You slapped your face. You had been gone for ages when Trent texted you, that’s when he and Lauren both realized she had your phone. You gathered yourself best you could, conscious enough now to know you needed Trent, Lauren, you don’t know Marce… literally anyone you knew to help you. You opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hall before leaning against the wall to prepare yourself to go back. It was then you realized you maybe didn’t want literally anyone you knew to help you. You felt sicker than you did before when you heard the voice.

“Well, well, well, I’ll be fucking damned. Nothings changed huh?” A man’s voice cooed from in front of you. You knew exactly who it was, it was fucking crazy he was here but you knew who it was but you could barely lift your head up.

Chase… Chase was let’s just say not a good person and for some reason he was like a tumor on you. He was cancerous, ever growing, returning at inconvenient moments, sickening, life ending. To say he treated you like shit would be an understatement. You felt his calloused finger lift up your chin. “Not happy to see me. Come onnn Y/N” he dragged. You winced as he placed his hand against the wall next to your head caging you in. You and Lauren both knew Chase from university but you specifically did all things unimaginably imoral with him. “What are you doing at a club here? Where have you been? Haven’t heard from you in ages… not like you.”

“Fuck yo-you.” You swayed slurring and he laughed. “I mmmoved to the UK, I didn’t want you to hear from me.” You managed to get out some words.

“Yeah, still skinny as ever… “ he gripped his opposite hand around your arm, his fingers being able to wrap fully around it. “How’s that working out, have a new man stuffing your mouth full?” He rudely asked. You could only shake your head. Suddenly though you felt like you saw an angel cutting through the crowd. Trent appeared next to you and grabbed Chase’s hand harshly off the wall. Your eyes welled up relieved but your stomach dropped now nervous upon his arrival.

“You wanna back up, mate?” Trent spit.

“What the fuck, bro?” Chase shouted shaking his arm out of Trent’s hold.

“Back the fuck up from my girl.” Trent said again sternly, much more calm then Chase, stepping slightly in front of you.

“Ahhhh…” Chase laughed mockingly. “Your girl… I see. That’s how you got to Greece. Opened your legs up the second you hear an accent like your dads? The jokes write themselves, babe”

“You need to shut the fuck up right now.” Trent bit back.

“Or what bro? Do you know who my dad fucking is? Who the hell are you?” Chase obnoxiously and confidently pushed unknowingly against Trent.

“I’m so fucking serious…” Trent paused when a friend of Chase’s you’d never met came over. His arms flinging around his neck.

“Yooooo, how the fuck did you meet Trent Alexander-Arnold!” The friend yelled drunkenly. Trent rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Yo, fuck City, you guys should’ve won the league. Can I get a picture with you, my man?”

“Mate, look, great to meet you but not right now. Currently your friend is being a cunt.” He emphasized the word. “… to my girlfriend so I’m sorry brother.” How Trent seemed to remain kind to a stranger in the middle of this you didn’t know.

“Oh, got yourself some shitty athlete only he would know, embarrassing honestly.” Chase spoke again, gesturing to his drunk friend hanging off him.

“Bro! That’s Trent Alexander-Arnold. He’s fucking won everything in soccer. He’s like one of the best right backs in the world.” Chase’s friend informed him and momentarily Chase felt stupid and panicked but it only spurred him to push his friend away and say something more crass.

“Aye good for you, she’s easy to manipulate, I get it. Pussy’s fucking tight, lets you fucking use her how ever you want.” He kept talking and you felt like you were going to throw up again.

“T…” you said pulling on Trent’s arm.

“Y/N, fucking find Marcel… now.” Trent practically barked at you, motioning you to go back to your section and you listened obediently as your eyes welled with more tears making it hard to see. His head quickly snapped back to Chase

“See, she just does whatever you say. Can be a bitch but you just shut her up with a dick in her mouth. Keeps her skinny too… she’d be just fine gagging on me.” Chase laughed.

You stumbled back into the roped off area, falling before getting back to anyone. Jude and Marcel rushed to pick you up.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Jude said crouching down to you.

“Hey…What the fuck is happening?” Marcel asked you panicked. Jude helped you up but his eyes were scanning the place looking for Trent. You started balling crying. You couldn’t breathe. Marcel carried you over to the couch where you clung to Lauren sobbing.

“Who the fuck is he talking to?” Jude asked into the club’s air. Lauren perked up stretching her neck to try to see and when she saw who was in front of Trent she audibly gasped.

“Holy fuck… fuck.” She was shocked. She recognized Chase immediately.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jude asked, seeing her reaction. “I’m going over there to see what’s happening.” Leaving abruptly. As he approached Trent he could hear the tail end of one of Chase’s sentences.

“She’ll come back to New York I’m sure crying to me when you realize she’s not that hot, nothing more than a good fuck. Another whore desperate for attention.” Chase cackled looking behind Trent seeing you struggle.

“Shut the fuck up bro. Fuck you” Trent shouted, everything went red. His ears were ringing. He felt his knuckles crack against Chase’s bone structure as it broke. He hit Chase so hard he fell to the ground knocked out for a moment as his nose gushed. His cheekbone and nose completely shattered.

“Aye! Aye! What the fuck is going on!” Jude rushed over grabbing Trent, pushing him away, standing in between the two boys. Chase’s friend came running back too.

“Oh fuck!” He said looking down at his friend before seeing that Jude had come over. “Yooo Bellingham you’re the goat, man, this is crazy” the kid was clearly fucked up and didn’t care too much about Chase’s well being and was more interested in meeting Jude, who frankly didn’t even bat an eye at the mention of his name.

“Fuck you! Don’t fucking ever come near her again, don’t fucking touch her, don’t talk to her, don’t even fucking think about her. You’re a piece of shit!” Trent spat at the ground Chase was still laying on. Jude was still piecing together what was happening but was quick to back Trent regardless. He didn’t need any information or reason.

“Fuck you bro. Take your small dick and your dad’s credit card out of here, you cunt!” Jude yelled as Chase scrambled to get up. Security came over and picked up Chase telling him he needed to leave. It was a surprise to Chase and his friend, they looked dumbfounded but it wasn’t a shock to Trent and Jude at all.

“What the fuck? Are you serious? That dick punched me.” Chase groaned, holding his nose. He was right Trent knocked him the fuck out but as ‘important’ as Chase thought he was or as big of a deal as he thought his dad could be, it was never going to match up with the status of footballers.

“Sorry, sir. We prioritize the safety of our VIP patrons. You’re causing a disturbance and we do not tolerate any type of harassment.” The security guard said robotically, shoving the two boys out.

Jude didn’t ask Trent what happened. He knew it was better just to leave it alone for now so they both walked back to your area in silence. Trent’s heart pounding, his fist bruising, his mind running wild with what he just heard about you. You were still collapsed on Lauren crying when they returned. Trent pulled you off her and wiped your tears, swiping under your eyes with his thumbs softly. He was so gentle as he picked your limp body up.

“Let’s go. We’re going back to the fucking villa.” He said so aggressively in contrast to his touch moments ago.

“I’ll come with you…” Lauren said standing up.

“No… fuck no, seriously. Me and her are fucking leaving, just have a good time. We’ll see you lot later.” Trent shortly said, moving with intent out of the club..

He knew everything about your past, you had told him but he brushed it off, he didn’t like it but it wasn’t like you two met virgins, he had a past as well you weren’t fond of. You were adults, you moved past all that, or so you thought. That said, Trent was feeling a blinding rage at the moment. Hearing this fucking boy talking about you completely infuriated him. You witnessed girls falling all over him all the time, in front of you blushing at his words, holding his arm tightly in a photo, god, posting him on their Instagram stories drooling, it was hard but that’s the life you had committed to. You trusted him at the end of the day to only be with you. On the flip side of the relationship though, Trent had never really seen you interact with any other men. He kind of moved you directly to be under his watch early on and you were happy with that. The guys you were around were always his teammates, family, close friends and you were his. He never saw you out at a club dancing, he never saw you flirt with a waiter jokingly with your friends, he never saw any of it because he was always there until he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been there for times you had been with Chase. It drove him mad there was nothing he could do about your previous antics. He blacked out, not from alcohol but from anger.

Chase treated you like shit. Plain and simple. Cheated on you, although you’re not really sure you were ever his girlfriend but he definitely was your boyfriend. He called you nasty names, used you for sex, it was mean, rough, and derogatory always, he made fun of you constantly, the whole experience was demoralizing and it tanked your self esteem. You don’t know why you chose him, the whole ‘the man you meet at 19’ rang in your head, for whatever reason you had and he stuck to you like a leech. You just wanted someone, anyone to love you because you had fallen so out of love with yourself, but he loathed you, he did everything but love you. The self doubt and hatred was bad, scary, and toxic. It created a terrible relationship between you and other people, you and food, you and your body. You resented Chase for it because he planted the seed. It wasn’t until about a year or so before you had met Trent that you finally drew a line. Things had gone too far. He pushed you too far.

The car ride home with Trent was excruciatingly silent. The inside of the car was so cold, you felt he was miles away sitting on the other side of the seat. He completely disconnected from you. He couldn’t stomach it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Chase fucking you. Hearing him mention the tightness of your pussy made Trent ill. He loved you no matter what but right now he couldn’t handle the emotions swishing around in his head, the liquor pooling in his liver… fuck, the image of the hem of your dress dangerously high on your thigh lit by the moonlight in the car. He hated that he wanted to fuck you right now, prove to you that Chase was never the one for you, but the thought of it alone hurt his heart. He wasn’t meant to compete for you. How could you have been with someone else, he didn’t blame you, you didn’t know Trent yet but he was heartbroken, his Y/N, his Y/N was with someone else. He just wanted to make this all go away. Disappear. He knew it was a juvenile emotion but he couldn’t shake his anger.

“I’m sorry” you tried to speak but Trent was still in a fury.

“Enough Y/N.” He yelled, slamming a water on the bedside table. “Just go to fucking bed, alright?” So you did. You walked to your side of the bed but you were struggling to get your dress off. “C’mere.” Trent said much softer now, sweet almost. He helped you out of it, taking off your jewelry carefully as you stood completely naked in front of him. “It’s so frustrating how beautiful you look all the fucking time.” Shutting his eyes trying to block his view of you. “Just go to bed…please” He pleaded when he pushed a t-shirt of his back at you. He left the room. You curled up in bed, he sat out on the couch, both quiet, just blankly staring. It was a while later but Trent’s tornado of thoughts was paused momentarily when he heard a familiar loud laugh from outside the villa. When he started to see the shadows of everyone else outside coming back from the club, he got up and made his way to your room.

When he opened the door he felt sick. He wasn’t mad at you at all. He was upset that someone was talking about you, that someone else had been with you, touched you, knew you intimately when you were his. He was insatiably jealous. He looked at you and you looked so frail, you didn’t radiate the same glow you usually did, your body looked drained. As he quietly stepped further into the room, he could see that your body was shaking trying to keep your tears silent. He could hear you sniffle and gasp for air occasionally. He wanted to punch himself now, he couldn’t be the one that made you like this. This is not how you’re supposed to be. He was supposed to make you happy, keep you happy, and here you were miserable partly because of him. ‘Fuck’ he muttered as he heard everyone else finally in the house drunk, rowdy… happy. He took off all his clothes down to his boxers before he slid into the bed. He pulled the blankets up over himself and you. He didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t love you. He pulled your limp body towards him by your waist. You took a deep breath feeling his hands back on you. You knew he was there the second he opened the door but smelling him, feeling the heat off his skin made you cry even harder. You were falling apart in his arms so he just held you tighter. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck and held them there. He didn’t really want to kiss you yet, he was still upset but he needed to be that close to you. “I got you, I’m right here, your Ts got you.” He whispered as his lips moved over your skin. You started to calm in his arms more after hearing his voice. He held you so tight to his chest. If you weren’t having trouble breathing from all the crying you would’ve had trouble because of his hold. You dozed off eventually, exhausted physically and emotionally from the night. Once Trent knew you had fallen asleep he finally let himself close his eyes too.

You were so out of it you hadn’t noticed your phone had been blowing up with texts from Lauren. She was freaking out. She had an okay night knowing you’d be safe with Trent but she kind of cooled her jets with the whole Marcel and Jude decision. At the beginning of the night she had kind of thought she was going to hook up with Jude but then right after you left, Marcel was so comforting to her, she started to get confused so she opted for neither.

It was early morning when she woke up a little anxious now that the house was completely silent, she was more sober and worried sick about you. She also realized how absolutely thirsty she was so she slumped off her bed and made her way to the kitchen. She had packed pajamas that were sexy, girlie, cute, but in the drunken chaos of the night she ended up in a little bralette and tiny biker shorts. You would argue that calling them shorts would be a stretch. Her entire ass was out. Anyways, she crept into the kitchen quietly but she almost screamed when she felt someone’s hand wrap around hers on the handle of the refrigerator, their body coming behind hers.

“Jesus fucking Christ you scared the shit out of me!” She started to laugh because her heart was beating so fast. She turned her head to see the ever pretty, but currently very sleepy Jude’s face, lit by the refrigerator light.

“Sorry, Angel.” He spoke softly and low.

“What are you doing up?” She whispered, turning fully to him.

“Could ask you the same.” He cooed back.

“I’m worried obviously.” She shrugged at the obvious.

“They’ll be fine I think, Trenski’s just never had to deal with any of that with her before. They’re okay.” He attempted to reassure Lauren as his hand wrapped around her waist. She just hummed a little, taken aback by his hands movements, her heart still beating very fast. “Thought I was gonna spend a little more time with you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? That’s sweet. I’m sorry, I just needed to get to bed tonight when we got home, usually I’m up for a little after party.” Lauren spoke into the quiet kitchen, sexual tension thick in the air.

“I would’ve liked that. Maybe tomorrow… or today I guess.” Jude laughed

“Yeah. For sure. Well, I was going to go back to bed after I got my water.” Lauren held up the bottle for display with a cute sleepy smile.

“Yours or mine?” Jude cheekily laughed.

“Stop!” She slapped at his chest. He took the chance to slip his other hand around her, pulling her body flush against his.

“You want me to stop…” he whispered.

“No… no, I don’t think so.” Lauren whispered back. Jude’s face incredibly close to hers now, their noses touching.

“I told you how sexy I think you are, yeah?” He continued to whisper his hands coming to grab at her ass roughly. Kneading it. She moaned before pressing her lips against his.

“Is this a good idea?” She asked, feigning some sort of innocence.

“I don’t really care.” Jude spoke, his teeth biting onto her lip pulling it back with him. Their hands all over each other. A proper make out ensued as the sun began to rise.

“Tomorrow… your bed.” Lauren moaned out muffled by another kiss.

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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Girllll. That Ferrari tiktok where charles lays down on his back like the pillow princess he is spiked some things up inside me. I'd love to hear your thoughts on riding him for the first time.

oof same, i literally can’t stop watching that tiktok

let’s set the scene first

so you and charles had just started dating and you’d had sex a few times before already

but all those times, you were just in missionary, you hadn’t tried out any other positions yet

anyways, you guys were in his car now, with you straddling his lap in the driver’s seat

you had gone to watch a movie and the entire time, you were teasing him

just light touches to his thigh, leaning against his arm and pressing your boobs against him

charles was rock hard the moment you first touched him

the entire movie, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to take you home and fuck you already

but he knew how much you wanted to watch the movie so he stayed and tried to be patient

clearly he couldn’t remain patient because he ended up pulling over on the side of the empty road and pulled you onto his lap

“couldn’t wait til we got back to your apartment hm?” you tease him, grinding down against him a little

“i think i would’ve cum in my pants by the time we got there with the way you’re teasing me,” charles mutters as you lean in to whisper in his ear

“as hot as that sounds… i’d rather you cum inside me,” you whisper, kissing below his ear

“get in the backseat, mon amour,” he says and tries to lift you off his lap but you remain still

“or i could ride you right here,” you say with a small smirk as his eyes widen

“you sure? we’ve never done this before,” charles says

“oh i’m very sure.”

you lift your hips up a little so he could unzip his jeans and tug them down a little to pull his cock out

“you need some help with that?” you tease, stroking his painfully hard cock that was leaking precum

“don’t tease mon amour. i don’t think i can take any more of your teasing,” charles says as you stroke his cock a few times before lining him up at your entrance

you slowly sink down, both of you letting out moans and groans in unison as he filled you up

“merde,” he curses as you slowly moved up and down, trying to adjust to his size

“you fill me up so good.” you moan in his ear as you speed up, bouncing a bit faster

“mmm, just like that, fuck,” he curses as his hand held onto your hips

your chest was right in front of his face and he could help but lean in and leave kisses on top of your tits

“can i see your pretty tits, baby?”

you pull the top of your dress down and let your tits spill out and he immediately latches his mouth onto your nipple

as soon as his lips met your nipple, you clenched around him

“you like that? like me sucking on your pretty tits?” he asks, looking up at your face and you nod, clenching around him again

“keep that up and i’ll cum, mon amour,” he groans

“that’s exactly what i want though. i want you to fill me up,” you tell him

“not yet. want you to cum first,” he says

one of his hands continues to play with your nipple while the other traveled down between your bodies to rub your clit

“come on pretty girl. cum for me then i’ll give you my cum,” he coos as his thumb rubbed your clit

as soon as you cum around him, he fills you up

“this is definitely my favorite position now,” charles says after you both come down from your highs

“just wait til we try doggy,” you wink

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he groans.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 10 days

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Heyo!!! It's Chopper (again. What can I say? I'm addicted to your writing)

Could you do a Crosshair x Male reader where the reader tries to top but gets too flustered so Crosshair takes over? (I don't know where this idea came from but I can't write sexy shit to save my fuckin life-😅)

Topping

Crosshair x M!Reader

Word Count: 1098

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiA, brief handjob, blowjob, kissing, reader gets flustered, dirty talk, some foreplay (story starts at the end of foreplay), aftercare

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing! I tried to follow the prompt. Established relationship, Crosshair knows what he wants and we love that for him, but he wants you to say what you want too. Definitely some soft!Crosshair here

You stood along the side of the bed and looked down at Crosshair. He let you take the lead for the first time and was more than happy to let you treat his body with affection. You took your time and tried to help both of you relax. It wasn’t that he insisted on being in charge, but you were comfortable as a bottom.

He held his thighs up and grinned at you in anticipation. You swallowed as you gazed down at his form and rubbed circles around this hole with your thumb. You nearly shook, leaning forward and kissing his chest with the head of your cock pressed against his entrance. You hoped your nervousness didn’t show, but it never got passed his eyes.

“Something wrong?” he asked. “You don’t like having me spread out for you?” he asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You know that’s not true,” you said, trying to control your breathing.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said sincerely, trying to encourage you.

You wanted him, wanted to feel him and bury yourself inside him. You wanted to watch him sigh at the feeling the same way you felt when he was on top of you. You wanted to kiss his chest and hold him as you fucked, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out.

“I… I want you.”

“You have me,” he replied, arching his hips in an effort to encourage you to press inside him.

Your eyes searched his. You weren’t exactly good at taking on this role, but didn’t want to let him down. Your hands ran over his thighs and rested on top of his hands. You felt stuck there like you couldn’t stop looking at him and couldn’t quite take the plunge.

Crosshair let go of his legs and sat up, resting on his elbows. He wordlessly reached forward and ran his fingers around your jaw and kissed your lips. He didn’t break eye contact and you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell. It wasn’t a scrutinizing look. He simply observed and tried to gauge what you both needed.

“Maybe I’m not good at this,” you whispered.

He shook his head, eyebrows knitting briefly.

“Do you still want me?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” you countered.

“Do you want to be in charge or are you open to suggestions?” he asked.

“What do you suggest?” you replied.

“You just lie back and let me ride you.”

“Oh, I’s like that.”

“Good.” He grinned. You laid back in bed and got comfortable.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, looking at your now half-hard cock. He was clearly trying to talk you through it, but it eased your mind. He still wanted you.

“S-suck,” was all you could get out but he happily obliged. He left little kisses along your hips before kissing his way from your base to tip. He took you in his mouth and started bobbing his head, using his lips to add suction in the way he knew you liked. You watched, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and not finish too quickly. Using his mouth was one of his many talents. It was even better to see him play with his balls while he pleasured you.

“That’s enough,” you said after several minutes.

“Nice and wet,” he said with a smirk. “Ready?”

You nodded. He was in charge at this point, but you didn’t mind. You took in his long form as he straddled your hips, took your length in his hand, lined himself up, and slowly sank onto you with a content sigh. He rested his hands on your chest and started to ride you.

Your breathing came in heavy pants. He felt incredible and looked even better playing with his cock while he took you. He placed each hand on either side of your head, leaned down, and kissed you, slowing his movements enough to focus on capturing your lips. As you parted just enough to look up at him and before you could stop yourself, you uttered, “Let me,” and held his hips in place while slowly thrusting up into him.

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

“Take what you want,” he muttered between low grunts at the sensation of your cock massaging him from inside. You found a steady pace and couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips. Crosshair adjusted his position and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his length rubbing along your abdomen as you continued to fuck him. Being enveloped in him while you continued to bury yourself in his asshole felt intoxicating. You held out for as long as you could, but remembered to take care of him, wanting to make sure he came first.

“Crosshair, I’m…”

Just then he came, sputtering his cum between both your stomachs. He didn’t move his face from where he was nestled against you, but brought his hips lower so you could thrust deeper. You moaned louder and finished inside him.

Your arms snaked around him and held him close as both your bodies melted against each other, now spent. You played with his hair and kissed his forehead. He was usually the one holding you and it felt nice to switch it up. You wanted him to feel just as loved and cared for as he made you feel.

“I’m sorry that didn’t go entirely as planned,” you said, eventually breaking the silence.

He shook his head and looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“Don’t be sorry. It felt good.” He searched your face and kissed your jawline before adding, “Don’t be afraid to say what you want either.”

“I just got a little flustered,” you said.

“Did you have fun, though?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer.

“Yes,” you grinned, kissing him again and holding him a little closer. “I really enjoyed fucking your ass.”

“Mmm.” His lone vocal response was not unusual, but his expression said everything. He liked when you said exactly what you wanted. Crosshair was safe and loved you. He wanted you to feel good.

“And I enjoyed being fucked in the ass by you,” he said, being sure to cause any uncertainty to vanish.

You reached for the towel on the nightstand and carefully cleaned you both up before saying, “I could go for a hot shower, actually.”

He got up and offered you a hand. A long shower proved to be the best way to wind down before falling back into bed together.

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gabbigail · 1 year

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“He gets to touch you before me?”

Based on this bra I saw ^

A/N this is my first FA fiction I’ve written ever so constructive criticism is welcome also requests if you have any hit me up. :)

Warnings: smut MDNI cock teasing creampie unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) and sub!peter the use of a vibrator and a blowjob (m)

It was a Saturday night and as per usual Peter was out on patrol. You were at home cuddled into the couch with some dumb reality tv playing in the background.

It was common for this to be how you spent your days. Alone that is. Peter was caring and nurturing but being a hero to many was quite the job. You didn’t mind though because as long as you got him home at some point to cuddle and care for you it was worth it. (And how good his butt looks in latex)

It was around 11:30 and you were dozing off when you heard the door open, and Peter walking in. Of course the first thing he did was heat up whatever was on the stove, kiss you on your forehead and ask about your day. “How was your day bug?” “Fine thanks for asking, how was yours?” You always replied knowing he would always have the same answer. “Insane!!” It was cute how excited he always was to tell you about all of the things he did during the day. Today he was talking about an elderly lady. He walked over to you with his broccoli and chicken in hand expressing how cute and little she was.

After indulging in a little too much reality tv he wanted to tease you. He was laying on top of you and he stuck his hand underneath your shirt, hand snaking up your stomach and to your right boob. He was playing with your nipple and he could tell you were enjoying based on your shallow breaths

“I’ve missed you so much love.” “Aw I missed you too.” He unbuttoned your shirt to see a lovely bra with the infamous hero printed all over it “he gets to touch you before me?” “Jealous pretty boy?” He shook his head and you sunk down to the floor I front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. When you pulled down the pants attached to the underwear his gorgeous cock sprung free, leaking pre cum from the light pink tip. “So gorgeous for me love.” You slowly started pumping his cock edging him on slowly. “Fu-fuck baby” and “just like that shit.” Coming out of his whiny little mouth

“Please fuck me.” “Not so fast pretty boy.” He was always so eager for you. But you wanted this to last as long as possible. You pumped his cock at a furious pace and licked the tip with tiny kitten licks. He was bucking his hips into your mouth at this point. “Fuck your so gorgeous.” “Taking me so well.” “Please I’m so close.” The words only made you want him to beg more. His cock was angry a bright red and he was so hard it was probably painful. You sprung your tits out of the bra for extra help bringing him pummeling to the finish line. “Fuckk if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” So just like that you stopped.

You stood up and walked to the bedroom. “Baby pleaseee where are you going??” “You’ll see!!” You yelled back with a smirk apparent on your lips. A few moments later you returned with a magic wand vibrator in hand. You heard Peter swear under his breath. Knowing what he was in for. You walked over pushing your panties down and off your legs. You straddled him on the couch hovering over his dick. “Fuck your such a tease.” You smiled knowing it fucking pissed him off when you teased.

Slowly you suck down on his cock squeezing and forcing out your name along with many cuss words. “Your so gorgeous you know that right” Peter looked up at you with lust covered eyes. You kissed him and turned on the vibrator. You pressed it to where you two met Peter felt it in his core knowing he was wasn’t going to last. “I’m so close please let me cum.” He fucked you at a furious pace hitting your cervix causing you to squeal all high pitched. “Im gonna fuck my cum right Into you and make you so full.” You squeezed him tight. “Are you close sweet girl?” “Yes, love” he fucked you harder pushing the vibrator hard to your clit. Causing extreme waves of pleasure to go through you.

“Im cumming!!” You squeezed around him a final time creaming all over his cock watching it pool around his shaft as he pumped in and out of you. “Shit me too f-fuck.” Shooting white stings of his load straight to your womb. “Fuck i really should wear Spider-Man undergarments more often as you winked at him pulling his soft dick out of you as you both hissed at the feeling of contact. Peter got a washcloth and cleaned you up. You thought the night was over when all of a sudden.. “hey babe” “yeah Pete?” “I wanna try something.” You just giggled and replied with yeah I’m down. He grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to your clit, you weren’t expecting the sensitivity you had from your post orgasm haze. It felt like pure bliss. He started pumping two fingers into you and hitting your g spot. “Fuck Peter” “making me feel so good” you were close to coming. Like so close and it was coming at a rapid pace all of sudden you view went white from pleasure overwhelmed feeling everything release. You squirted on Peter. Like all over him. “Holy. Shit.” His grey short sleeve was soaked in your juices he cooed you coming down with “that’s my girl.” “Taste so good sweet girl.” He said while licking up and down your slits cleaning up your past orgasms. “Fuck that was intense. Where did you see that?” “ I might’ve googled some things he winked at you.” “And I wanted spidey over there he pointed to the discarded bra on the floor, to know who exactly you belonged to. “You always you Peter.”

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impala-dreamer · 3 months

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Tourniquet - Chapter Ten (Finale)

Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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At First Sight

There was a field behind the junkyard, a wide-open space not yet overtaken by rusted car skeletons and twisted metal. The grass grew high above her head, and in the spring, bluebells and tiny purple flowers bloomed, peppering the space with joyful color.

She first saw him there, peeking at her through the tall grass. He was taller than the weeds, so much taller than she was; older too, by a few years, it seemed. But he was beautiful and she knew it.

She’d seen beautiful people in her nearly eight years on earth- her mother who had just died, and her younger sister who went with her. She’d seen mountains covered in autumn mist; country roads slicked with rain. She’d felt the sun in the desert; tracked a rainbow across the sky. There were so many pretty things in the world that she was just learning to appreciate, but she’d never seen something like him before.

She’d never seen green eyes that glowed golden in the sunlight, cheeks sparkled with freckles, hair a soft brown somewhere between straw and bark.

When he spoke, her cheeks heated up. When he grabbed her hand through the grass, her stomach flipped.

“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling her into a run through the brush.

“Y/N!” She laughed as he tugged her along, running so fast he nearly lifted her off her feet.

The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen.

He looked back over his shoulder, face haloed by the June sun.

“I’m Dean,” he said with a smile.

They ran to the edge of the property, stopping short of where they weren’t allowed to go. There was a stream that hugged the line, a shallow creek, not more than ankle deep and wide enough for Dean to straddle with his bowed legs. He put one foot on either side and reached for her hand.

“Come on, it’s fun.”

Y/N hesitated, watching from the left bank.

“Daddy says I’m not to go past the water,” she explained, looking back toward the house. They were far enough away that the rickety roof wasn’t visible, but she knew the woods, she’d grown up running through Bobby’s legs, hiding in the car graveyard, lying in the warm grass.

Dean craned his neck to look around her. He shrugged. “Don’t see your dad anywhere.” Again, he reached for her and smiled. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Nervously, she took his hand and Dean helped her down into the riverbed. She toed off her grass-stained white Keds and chewed her lip.

“You sure you won’t get me in no trouble?”

He laughed sweetly and lifted a finger to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die!” He placed an X on his thread-worn tee and she gave in.

Her toes skirted the water and Dean helped her step over it.

“You shouldn’t hope to die,” she warned. “The ghosts might hear and come get you.”

They hopped to the other side and perched on a big rock, just wide enough for two children to sit on together. Their shoulders bumped and Y/N’s stomach twisted up funny again.

“Ain’t no ghosts here,” he assured her. “My dad would know. He’s the best hunter there is.”

Y/N squinted up at him, unsure.

“Besides,” Dean went on, bending to pick up a pebble near his foot. “You think Bobby would let his place be haunted? Bobby knows everythin’ about everythin’. No way he’d let some nasty ghost bother us. You’re safe.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her fear. “You sure, Dean?”

He tossed the pebble into the stream and a ripple pulsed over the surface.

“I’m sure.” Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “I’ll protect you. I promise.”

She didn’t know why, but she believed him. There was something about him that seemed magical, like he was a superhero or something. She sighed against him and put her head on his shoulder.

They sat and watched the water for a while. Now and then a leaf would float by, or a few tadpoles would appear. It was quiet and peaceful and the wind was warm.

When the daylight began to fade, they left the stream behind and stepped into the grass again. He held her hand and swatted away the weeds, making a path for them.

“Are you stayin’ up in the house?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was boring being alone even though she found things to do, but with her dad off on a job, it had been just her and Uncle Bobby for a few weeks.

“Yeah. Just a few days. Gonna head to Kentucky next.”

“I’ve never been there.”

Dean shrugged. “It’s OK.”

The grass gave way to gravel and Dean let her hand go once they could see the house in the distance.

“Have you been here a while?” he asked, sneakers kicking up dust as he shuffled beside her, hands jammed into his pockets.

She exhaled sadly and nodded. “Yeah. My mom just…and… and Jackie, my sister. They…”

Dean paused and turned, looking down at her and leaning on a broken Oldsmobile. “Mine too,” he said softly. “I mean, my mom- she uh- well, it was a long time ago.” He kicked at a stone and it rolled a few feet away.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled gently. “It gets better after a while, ya know..”

Tears prickled her eyes, her bottom lip trembled. “Does it really?”

Dean looked away, pretending to count the row of cars to their right. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”

An ache pulsed in her chest and she felt sorry for him, for both of them. She could see the tears in his eyes as surely as she felt her own, and she slipped her tiny hand in his, squeezing tight.

“We’ll be OK, Dean,” she said, trying her best to believe it. “You’ll see.”

Sniffling hard, he beat back the tears and took a breath.

“Hey, you smell that?”

Confused, she took a deep breath and her stomach growled loudly. “Burgers?”

He grinned. “Burgers!”

They ran through the junkyard, carefully maneuvering through the jagged steel and dodging each other as dusk settled over Sioux Falls.

She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was it. He was the thing that would keep her going, the friend she needed right then, get her through the pain and the confusion.

The boy with the green eyes.

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mikasaplzlookatme · 9 months

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Warnings: pure filth, cunnilingus fem receiving! Fingering, pussyslapping, squirting, TOJI

Summary: You and Toji were on a business trip, and to relax on the last day, you watch a movie together. It ends up with you destroyed by Toji.

Being on your first business trip with your coworker Toji seems to be a bit of a challenge for you. After a full day of running from meeting to meeting, every fiber of your being screams exhaustion. It doesn’t help that you have the most attractive man with you in the same hotel suite. Why not two separate rooms? The company thought it’s best to just book one suit.

So here you were on the couch with Toji beside you, watching a movie to relax. Except very little relaxation is happening to you right now. Not only does Toji emanate an insane amount of body heat, but the scene that’s playing on the TV currently is just making everything worse. The aggressive show of scattered clothes, roaming hands and desperate mouths is making you very aware of who’s beside you, watching the same scene unfold. Sure, you are a grown woman and all, but you never had the time to prioritize relationships nor the desire to pursue one, really. Moreover, it is just awkward watching such things with others. However, the blush rising to your cheeks, the heat tickling every inch of you is more due to the man by your side. Somehow, you can feel his eyes on you. Turning to him, you see those emerald eyes looking at you as if he’s dissecting you.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” God, why do you sound slightly out of breath? Toji’s mouth lifts up a bit at the corner, his gaze turns to the screen then back to you.

“You’re flustered. Is it too much? The things they’re doing to one another?” The way his eyes sweep over your face makes it a bit harder to breathe. As if he knows exactly how your body is reacting to the movie and why.

“I’m not! It’s just… awkward that’s all.” Hopefully he��ll buy that.

“Awkward, huh? Is that why you’re breathing hard and blushing all the way up to your ears?” Clearly, the excuse was useless.

“Why do you even care? Focus on the movie!” Instead of having mercy on you and doing what you asked, Toji turns his whole body towards you. Elbow propped on the back of the couch, head resting against his hand and his eyes. God, his eyes were so dark now, with a gaze that is awakening a scorching heat in your tummy.

“The movie isn’t half as interesting as you seem to be right now.” His smirk slowly falls, his face becoming more serious.

“Have you ever been touched like that?” He points at the screen, where the woman is being completely ravished by the man between her legs. You stare at Toji, mouth agape. Your speech ability is almost demolished. How… How could he-

“How can you- I don’t-” It’s difficult to determine whether the stutter is due to embarrassment or astonishment at this man’s audacity.

“Tell me, sweetheart.” Toji lifts his hand, brushing it against your burning cheek.

“Do you know what it feels like to have hands desperately touching every curve of this body?” Somewhere along the line, Toji has gotten much closer to you. Eyes dark, staring into your eyes, sweeping down to your lips. His hot breath grazes your lips and God you can taste it.

“I… I don’t… know” You let out softly. Breathlessly, because this man is stealing all the air out of your lungs. His hand leaves your cheek, going lower to gently engulf your neck.

“I feel your heart, sweetheart. Are you nervous?” He whispers against your lips, your noses tenderly rubbing against one another.

“A little bit. It feels like you’re… doing something to me.” He hasn’t even touched you much, yet you feel small trembles building up in you. The intense desire to hold him rushes through you. Impatient, you wrap your arms around his neck. Toji lets out a light chuckle.

“Straddle me, sweetheart. I want to kiss your mouth, taste those lips. Wanna know how sweet you can be. Come on.” He drags you on his lap. Your thighs and ass are instantly burning from Toji’s body heat. A breathless gasp escapes your lips. While looking into your eyes, you feel Toji swipe your hair away from your face. Then, his lips come in contact with your forehead, in a soft peck. Followed by each of your cheeks, and your nose. Your heart races so fast, all you can do is just receive. Slightly backing his head, Toji’s gaze drops from your eyes to your lips. The dark desire pooling in his eyes makes it feel as if he's already conquered your mouth. His thumb brushes against them, and he licks his own lips. With a strained, rough voice he says “Everytime you speak, every word you utter, I burn. I burn with this scorching hunger to know what your words taste like against my tongue.” Sharp eyes snap back to yours.

“Let me take your mouth, your body and your soul. I’ll show you what devotion you deserve. God, the things I want to do to you, you do not understand.” Toji’s voice is gravelly, as if it’s taking everything in him to not rip your clothes and show you the heavens. His words awaken a fire in your core, and you have many questions regarding his statements, but these questions can wait. Because your eagerness makes it only possible to grind your core against his groin. It’s all the response you could muster, just eager to make him do something, please. Toji’s hands roughly grab your hips, he grinds you harder against him, letting out a strained grunt.

“Fuck, give me your mouth now.” A hand wraps around your neck, and an arm locks your body against his. Finally, his lips touch yours, tentative at first and then… Then all you know was that his man will ruin you for anyone else. His lips take yours with a hunger you’ve never known. Toji pulls back a bit, leaving you chasing after his lips and confused. Chuckling, he licks your lips teasingly from bottom to top, which prompts you to open your mouth slightly. Then he licks your top and bottom lips separately, before burying his tongue in your mouth. Holding your head in both hands, he holds you still while devouring your mouth, indulging in your taste. His tongue licks and teases every inch of your mouth. Toji swallows every gasp, sound and breath you let out. It is so intense, you forget the movie and all else, your body slowly melting at Toji’s mouth consuming you. Toji pulls back a bit and pinches your mouth open

“Put your tongue out, sweetheart.” Doing as you're told, you feel Toji sucking on your tongue softly, before he continues down to your sensitive neck. Really, what part of you isn’t highly sensitive now, after the way he ravaged your mouth? Toji bites, licks and kisses all over your neck, forcing the gasps and moans out of your supple body.

“How does it feel, hm? Come on sweetheart, use your words?” Toji lightly smacks your ass, smirking at the sharp breath you take and your fucked out face. Burying your face in his neck, you try to answer.

“Feels so good, Toji. I just feel… so good.” It is admirable that you manage to get the words out. Toji snickers at you, using both hands to smack and squeeze both of your ass cheeks. The whine you let out is pathetic and your grasp on Toji hardens. Toji grips a fair amount of your hair, pulling your head back so you look into his eyes. His deep, deep eyes. His other hand holds your jaw, squishing your cheeks slightly.

“Now, you will be a good, good girl for me, yeah? you will, won’t you, sweetheart?” You nod frantically, eager to please him. Laughing quietly, Toji pushes you to stand up in front of him, which requires a good effort on your part, what with your weak legs. Toji sits back, all relaxed and cocky, spreading his legs comfortably. Your mouth waters at how… sensual he looks, all manly confidence and strength.

“Take your clothes off, first. I want to see you.” Despite all the confidence he exudes, you could see his body tensing with an urge so strong, it makes his muscles tighten with tension and jaw clench. You start with your sweater, which you wore to avoid wearing a bra. Smart choice, now it seems, since it is one piece of clothing less to worry about. The sweater falls to the floor, Toji’s breath hitches and he clenches his fists. You’d think he’s angry, but really, it is all agony. His desperation feeds your esteem, making you feel bolder. A show of you stripping seems like a wonderful idea. So instead of moving straight down to your pants, you make a show of slowly cupping your bare breasts and squeezing them. God, did you need that sensation. Squeezing them harder and rubbing them against each other draws out a long, relieved moan out of you. Toji’s harsh voice brings you back.

“I love seeing you enjoy yourself, sweetheart. But my patience is running out. I need you. Please don’t torture me like this.” You smile to yourself. Who would’ve guessed that the man who’s always grumpy at work harbored such feelings for you? Your hands slowly make their way down from your breasts to the waistband of your pants. Giving your back to Toji, you start removing the pair down, while bending little by little. Maybe it’s the intensity of Toji’s desire together with your own that are making the boldness in you bloom and guide your moves. Once the pants drop down to the floor, you turn towards Toji, whose eyes are glazed over. His hand soothingly rubs his bulge, bottom lip between his teeth. The sight of him so turned on makes your core ache, the wetness intensifying. With small steps, you approach Toji and stand there, looking down at him while he looks up at you. Instead of taking the underwear off, you push it to the side, revealing your arousal to Toji. Rubbing a finger against your slit and showing it to him.

“I am so wet for you, look. I’m almost dripping for you.” You smile softly at him and you could see something in him snap. Muttering a rough fuck under his breath, he grabs you and pushes you on the couch. Kneeling between your legs, he spreads them wide and pushes them up towards your head.

“Since I made you this wet, I gotta taste it sweetheart, yeah?” Toji kisses up your thigh, while massaging the other thigh. He makes you squeal with all the biting and sucking on them. Looking up at you, he bites especially hard and makes you yelp. Laughing darkly, he gets close to your throbbing pussy. You feel him kissing your outer lips, then slowly licking them only to suck them roughly. Letting go with a pop, Toji kisses your puffy clit and licks you from the bottom up. A loud moan escapes your lips, melting at the feel of his tongue licking you open. Toji moans too, buries his face in your pussy, inhaling.

“Your taste and your smell, I want them engraved in my senses. You’re incomparable.” After that, you lose all your strength. His mouth, his tongue against your clit, the sounds he lets out. He laps up your arousal as if he were quenching his thirst. His tongue reaches your entrance and only then do you realize that Toji will tonguefuck you.

“Toji- Wait oh God- I can’t--” Gasping and clawing at the sheets and Toji’s hair, you are shaking with pleasure. And he won’t let you go.

“Shhh but you can baby- Fuck, I need this. So take it.” His tongue thrusts in and out of your dripping, quivering pussy. Suddenly, you feel the pressure of Toji’s thumb against your swollen clit. A scream reaps through you. Your legs tighten around Toji’s shoulders, hands pulling on his hair. His hand holds you down, and his motions stop. Shaking and confused, you look down at him with wide eyes and swollen lips.

“Why did you st- ah!” Toji lands a couple of quick slaps on your pussy, making you yelp in surprise and pleasure. He resumes to massage your whole pussy, while looking at you with a dangerous smile.

“Your pussy is so soft, melted against my mouth.” He kisses your clit softly. You mewl at the sight, nothing more than a shaking mess.

“I’ll use my fingers now, and you will take it however I give it to you. Don’t you dare try to run away. This is as much for my pleasure as it is for you. Understood, sweetheart?” Another slap to your pussy, only harder this time. You nod frantically, pushing your hips towards Toji’s face.

“Use your words.” He says with a commanding tone and pinches your clit.

“I understand, Toji. Please, just please do something, I can take it!” Your pathetic begging causes Toji to chuckle quietly. Lowering his head, his tongue beggins to abuse your swollen, puffy clit again. Sucking, licking and lightly biting. simultaneously, you feel a finger against your entrance, pushing through. The moans escape you mercilessly and you barely recognize your own voice. Toji’s finger rubs your insides tenderly, contrasting his aggressive tongue, exploring you.

“You are soaking wet, making a mess of the coach, baby. Dripping all over me, you’ll have to clean it all up later, yeah?” One finger becomes two, rubbing and thrusting. You can hear how wet you are, as Toji makes sure to finger you so deep and rough. The heat in your core builds up and tightens and an uncontrollable tremble rips through your body. All you can do is shake, and moan and scream Toji’s name. You pull his hair with one hand and play with your nipple with the other.

“Aww baby are you gonna be a good fucking girl for me and cum?” Toji’s mocking voice rings in your head. You moan loudly in response, since it’s all you seem capable of doing.

“Come just like this, baby. Ohhh God your soft pussy is dripping so much. Let go all over my face, yeah? I wanna taste and make you taste yourself.” Toji’s fingers thrust inside you at an unforgiving pace, rubbing a spot inside making you scream so loud. The orgasm that rips through you makes you black out for a minute. Toji’s encouraging voice seems far away.

“Sweetheart… fuck look at you. You did so well, baby. Here, come here.” Toji crawls up to you and puts his soaking wet hand in front of your mouth. You look at him with blurred eyes.

“Taste your cum, sweetheart. Taste it for me so you know how additive you are.” He opens your mouth and puts in two fingers, making you taste yourself.

“Good girl, my good fucking girl.” Toji’s praises and kisses you all over. Slowly, you realize the movie was long gone. And Toji is sporting a painful looking bulge that you’d love to help out with.

And that was the final activity of the last day of your first business trip. Now You and Toji have much to discuss. But at least you know how good he is with his mouth.

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