#stand in a circle around me and call me the f slur

[starrluvs]

Imagine.. Lin kaui trio getting caught in the middle of spicy time. Oh poor tomas is gonna have it the worsts 😭

𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 + 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

cw: fem reader, piv sex, established relationships?, loud sex, getting caught/walked in on, bi-han is a grumpy old man and a light sleeper, harumi is here too lol, smoke is a good boy ofc, mdni !

wc: 1.7k

a/n: im finally back to writing omg sorry for long wait :c but this was super fun to write omg nonnie i love this scenario so much!! i hope you enjoy🫶🏾💗

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎

“bi-hannn! oh my god—!” 

you were bent over on his desk in a face down ass up position as bi-han ravaged your insides with no mercy. the sheer power and speed of his thrusts trapped you in a euphoric state, relishing all the pleasure being delivered to you. 

bi-han’s chest was flush on your sweat covered back and his lips were close to your ear, forcing you to hear every provocative word and sound that left his mouth.

“calling out to any god won’t serve you any purpose, snowflake, not while i’m in control of you, ngh!—”

he feels the way you clench around his cock, making him grin and rest his face in the crook of your neck, placing chilled kisses all over it. having bi-han so close to you was starting to feel overwhelming.

the way his hands were planted on your hips, digging into your flesh and forcing your body to withstand his thrusts– you nibble on your bottom lip, squealing as your lover practically rearranged your guts.

the two of you were lost in the feeling of each other’s bodies, just striving to both reach your own highs. “f-fuck.. it feels so good– your cock, ah!- feels so g-good,” your words come out slurred and bi-han mockingly chuckles.

though, much to your surprise, you don’t get to hear your grandmaster’s voice talk back to you.

“brother, i was wondering if y–”

the cryomancer comes to a halt and your eyes widen as you see tomas standing at the entrance of bi-han’s office. both you and bi-han react and speak up in unison,

“t-tomas!?” 

“you imbecile! has nobody ever taught you the decency of knocking?”

the younger assassin’s face turns a deep shade of red, just standing like a deer in headlights, “i-i’m so sorry, i–” tomas’ eyes darted everywhere and it was obvious that he was desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with you and bi-han. 

tomas’ words seemed to be stuck in his throat, resulting in an awkward silence until the cryomancer groaned in annoyance, causing his younger brother to quickly exit the office and close the door shut.

to say you felt embarrassed was an understatement… but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that feeling once you felt bi-han pull out of you and mumble something to himself in a displeased tone. his lust filled expression from mere moments ago has returned to his usual grumpy look, and you noticed his cock started to soften back up rather quickly which caused you to pout.

“wait, bi-han!” you whine and and adjust yourself to (wobbly) stand up straight and grab on to the grandmaster’s toned arms, “you can’t just leave me hanging like that–”

meanwhile, tomas was quite sad he never got to ask if you and bi-han wanted to tag along for a bite at madam bo’s…

𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍

“every part of you is breathtaking, my love.”

kuai liang’s big, warm hands traveled from your hips to your tits. he groped at them and took your nipples between his fingers, occasionally rolling and tugging at them. “mmm.. kuai..” your voice was breathy and your moans were anything but quiet, which was why you attempted to cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

the pyromancer chuckled from beneath you and called out your name, “none of that, i want to hear you.” before you could even make a next move, kuai liang’s hands traveled back down your body as he rubbed your swollen clit in quick circles with the pad of his thumb. 

you almost felt embarrassed by the way your cunt clamped down on his cock–

arching your back, you cry out and place your hands on kuai liang’s chest to keep yourself balanced. “oh, fuck!–” your bouncing comes to a halt as you begin to grind your hips in a smooth motion, making you feel his cock massage all the perfect areas of your sensitive walls.

he stops his motions on your clit to grab your rear, kneading and groping it to his heart's content. kuai liang hums in pleasure as you continue to roll your hips on him, “you have the body of a goddess, ngh..” his voice is raspy and he moves his hand up to your lower back, urging you to lean close against him.

a sigh escapes your lips and you gladly fall into his embrace, leaning into a sloppy yet passionate kiss with him. caging your body against his, the two of you both had your chests pressed together while your hands explored kuai liang’s messy undone hair, and his hands ran up and down your back.

kuai liang breaks the kiss and you whine, “can you, haah!– please..” your cheeks feel hot and you can hardly talk properly with how deep his cock was nestled inside of you. fortunately, the pyromancer understood what you were trying to vocalize.

he grins at you before grabbing a hold of your hips and fucking up into you, “mmph– is this what you wanted? tell me,” his voice and volume was under control, unlike yours— the sounds you made only became louder and more obscene. “yessss! shit, i needed th—”

“will you two ever shut up!?” 

the sudden sound of the door booming and the angered voice that follows makes kuai liang pause all of his movements. 

the pyromancer quickly tried to use the bed sheets to cover you up as much as he could. once you noticed who had barged in, you hid yourself in kuai liang’s chest out of embarrassment. “bi-han, what are y—” his voice was cut off almost immediately by the cryomancer.

“are you not aware of the time?” bi-han’s tone was undeniably rude and snappy, but you couldn’t bear to listen to the rest of his angry tangent. you felt kuai liang’s soft grip on your body as you continued to keep yourself covered. he then spoke up, “do you mind? you can’t just barge in like that, brother..” perhaps it was for your sake that kuai liang remained calm, but bi-han had no intentions of letting up, resulting in him giving the two of you an authoritative lecture before storming off grumpily.

maybe you’ll try and keep track of your volume next time.

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀| 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄

“does it f-feel good..?”

tomas was panting above you, completely entranced by the way your pussy squeezed around his hardened cock. you smile up at him, “of course, baby–” the sounds of your moans weren’t helping him keep his composure. 

the look on his face was to die for– his smile held a sense of relief and happiness to know he was making you feel good. it was as if he forgot how perfectly he was driving his cock against your walls.

tomas is a good boy, really. after all, he always makes sure your pleasure is the top priority. deciding to please you even more, tomas grasps one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder while leaning in closer to you. from this position, the thrusts of his cock only hit you deeper, making you arch your back and screw your eyes shut.

“open your eyes..please, ha, i wanna see you look back at me while i fuck you.” listening to his words, your eyes snap back open and look straight at him through a hazy, lust filled sight. tomas leans down to place a kiss on your cheek before dragging his lips to your ear and whispering out your name, “i t-think i'm close, ahh–” you dig your nails into his scalp, gripping on to his hair, “t-tomas, i think, mmph– i think m’ close too!” hearing your voice encouraged him to keep up his thrusts without getting sloppy– he needed to make you cum– he was desperate to feel the way your pussy pulsed around his cock whenever you climaxed.

he leans back up to face you properly, “tommyyy–” you called out to him and reached your free hand out to stroke his cheek. without any thoughts or hesitation, tomas leaned into your touch, speeding up his pace. 

the two of you were close. dangerously close– until the door opened and you heard two familiar voices…

“surprise!–”

you and tomas stop dead in your tracks before gasping and trying to cover each other's respective body parts. looking at the direction of the door, you see kuai liang and harumi, completely flustered and standing with plates of deliciously cooked meals to start the day off with.

“oh– apologies, we shouldn't have barged in like that, i–” kuai liang averted his gaze from tomas and looked at harumi, only hoping she would know what to say. though unfortunately for him, she didn’t.

in an attempt to wrap up this encounter rather quickly, the pyromacer suggests that he and harumi could kindly leave and wait until the two of you are done. your eyes darted back up to tomas, who looked red as a tomato. poor boy… you thought. no words were bound to leave his mouth as of now.

“there’s no need to apologize, kuai liang, truly. we’ll be down in a second!” you wanted to slap yourself for how embarrassingly out of breath you sounded, but judging by the way tomas’ face heated up, there were no thoughts registering in his brain that weren’t completely fried. 

kuai and harumi nod and gently close the door. as you hear the sounds of their footsteps take off in the distance, you let out a loud sigh. “come on, we’ve gotta get down there to eat.” pushing gently on tomas’ shoulder, you get him to snap back to his senses. was he totally blanked out from embarrassment? you’ll never know.

“yea, y-you're right..” he pulls out of you and scurries to get some clothes on. despite how embarrassing that moment was, you couldn’t help but giggle at how red tomas’ face still was as he changed into a clean and comfortable attire.

truth be told, he’d rather be banished from earthrealm than have to join kuai and harumi for their morning meal.

#bi han #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #bi han x reader #kuai liang x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #bi han smut #kuai liang smut #tomas vrbada smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #sub zero #scorpion mk #smoke mk

[itgetsdark-x]

Hello! Since your request are open. Would you like to write some filthy Joel (boyfriends dad) x reader smut?

A/N: the thought of having Joel Miller as your boyfriend’s dad actually has me barking at walls?? Like???? Any guy wouldn’t stand a chance if his dad was the Joel Miller, like jesus. Anyway, I hope you like it anon!

Summary: After your boyfriend pushes your patience for the last time, his dad, Joel is there to help you feel better and truly show you what it’s like to be with a man.

Characters: BFD!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! Actually just 4.6k words of smut, age gap, unprotected sex (do better!), oral (f receiving), cheating (technically)

You wanted to scream in pure annoyance, actually scrap that, screaming didn’t feel like it would be enough, you maybe wanted to smother your boyfriends drunken face with a pillow. You sighed deeply as you fumbled with the lock on his front door, he was draped over your shoulders and you gently jabbed him with your elbow to stand straighter so you could fight with the lock. 

“‘M gonna show you the best night of your life!” He slurred, a stupid smirk on his face. 

“Jack, with all due respect… shut the hell up. I meant what I said earlier, I’m pissed off. I’m dropping you home, getting you into bed and I’m leaving. We will talk when you’re sober.” You huffed, feeling triumphant when the lock suddenly clicked. 

You held the door open for him and gently pushed him to edge him inside the house. You dropped your handbag by the front door and held Jack’s arm to direct him to the stairs. 

You had been with your boyfriend, Jack Miller, for around two years; for the most part, he was a good guy, he was fairly kind and somewhere in you, you did love him but recently everything felt like it had shifted and tonight just felt like the final nail in the coffin. 

You had gone to a bar in town to meet up with both of your friends to celebrate your birthday, Jack promised he would only have one drink so you could relax and unwind but he got so stupidly drunk that he was barely standing. After a few shots, he then proceeded to hit on the bartender, right in front of you and then give an extremely detailed story of your sex life to his friends. He had ignited such an anger in you tonight that you weren’t sure you could ever put it out. 

“Jack?” You heard a familiar voice call from the kitchen as you were halfway up the stairs. 

You sat Jack down on a step and turned on yourself to look down the stairs, there he was stood, maybe the reason why Jack just didn’t seem to satisfy you anymore. You knew it was wrong, hell, the fantasises you had made you feel so dirty that sometimes you would shower in the hopes of washing away all of your filthy thoughts. Of course, it never worked and often, as you stood there in the shower, watching the water circle the drain you would find your fingers already travelling south to bury deep within yourself to your thoughts of this man. 

Joel Miller, Jack’s father. He was a handsome man, in his late-forties, he was a single father and the star in all of your recent fantasies. You couldn’t pinpoint when it started but from the first day you met him and shook his hands, the sparks shocked you through your body. There was something about his features, his eyes that made you feel like you had known him before. Jack’s mother had passed away when he was little and since then, it had been the two of them. Joel couldn’t have been sweeter to you, he was always inviting you round for dinner with them both, even when Jack didn’t think to do so and in general, he was the perfect example of a gentleman. You wondered where it had gone so wrong for Jack, he was the opposite. 

“Oh, h-hi Mr. Miller, sorry we are back so late. Um, Jack had a little too much to drink tonight so I’m just gonna go get him into bed and be out of your hair.” You mumbled. 

“Dad,” Jack hiccuped. “Look at her, gonna give her the best night of her life. Gonna have her screaming my name.” Jack laughed, swaying on the stair as he brought his hand up to slap your bare ass under you skirt. 

You yelped and batted his hand away, your cheeks burning a deep crimson with pure rage and embarrassment.

“Jack,” you warned. “I’m not gonna tell you again.”

Joel stood at the bottom of the stairs, he had folded his arms and his fists seemed to balled up into a tight clench. He had a deep frown settled into his brow and he shook his head. 

“Jack, that is not how us Miller men treat a lady, I’ve told you before. I’m so sorry darlin’ for the lack of my son’s manners, I promise I tried to raise him better.” Joel sighed. “Why don’t you go down to the kitchen and make yourself a drink, I’ll put Jack to bed and be down in a moment.”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t want to intrude, I was just gonna head home. Get out of your way, and all that.” You said softly, checking once more that Jack wouldn’t lean forward and slip down the stairs.

“Non-sense. It’s too damn late for that, you can stay. I’ll make up the sofa for you, if you don’t wanna stay in his room. Which, I would totally understand.” Joel laughed softly. 

“Okay, well, um, that’ll be lovely then. Thank you, Mr. Miller.”

“Darlin’ what have I told you? It’s Joel.” He smiled and squeezed your arm gently as you walked past him to head to the kitchen. 

You heard Jack mumbling something to his father as he was led upstairs but you couldn’t quite make it out, instead, you walked into the kitchen in a daze. Your fingers tracing where Joel’s hand had just been. It felt like a million tiny pinpricks erupted over your skin where he just touched you. It made you feel hot and pathetically, you felt yourself get slick. 

You grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water and sat yourself down at the kitchen island. You sipped your drink and looked around the familiar space, suddenly, you felt nervous. Maybe you should just run out the door and go home, you never really spent anytime with Joel as you tried to avoid it. It was out of fear that you would say or do something you would soon regret and partly out of knowing you seemed to turn into a babbling moron whenever the older man was near. 

As you sat there, your mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of the older Miller man and you couldn’t help but smile as you remembered the moment vividly. You were staying over, about six months into your relationship, it was late and you got up to use the bathroom; Joel was in his room, his door was ajar and there he was, spread out on his bed with his hard cock in his hand and his body illuminated by the blue light of his laptop screen. You tried to pull yourself away from the spot on the landing as you watched him in awe but you couldn’t, you weren’t sure how long you had been stood then until Joel’s groan pulled you out of your trance, as you went to walk away, he looked up and you were sure your eyes locked for a split second before you dashed back to your boyfriend’s room. You climbed back into bed, and shamefully, awoke your boyfriend to have sex. That had been the first time you properly orgasmed with Jack, to thoughts of his dad. You were embarrassed to admit it but that night, you moaned just a little louder in the hope Joel would hear it and know they were for him. It was never spoken about between the two of you, for which, you were thankful for. 

As your mind wandered, you absently rubbed your thighs together, relishing in the slight friction with each pass of your legs. 

“You okay, darlin’?” Joel asked softly, looking at you with a raised brow. “You look a little… flushed.”

You near jumped out of your skin, his voice sent a small shudder down your body and you sipped your water to calm yourself down. 

“Oh, sorry. I, um, guess I’m a little stressed. It’s all.” You mumbled. 

“I thought you were going to get yourself a drink?” Joel asked, rummaging through his liquor in his cupboard. 

“I did, I got a water.” You frowned. 

“Don’t be so silly, it’s your birthday weekend. Let me get you a proper drink; vodka, lemon and lime, right?” He asked, grabbing his bottle of fancy vodka and getting a fresh glass out of the cupboard. 

You held back a grin as Joel rattled off your drink of choice, you nodded at him and admired the way his arms flexed with each movement. He made you both the same drink and slid one across the kitchen island to you. You took a sip and sighed contentedly, almost as if the stress of the evening’s antics was being washed away with every sip of alcohol. 

“Thanks, Mr. Miller, I really appreciate it.” You said softly, leaning back into your seat with a soft sigh. 

“Darlin’ please, call me Joel. You’ve known me long enough, it’s Joel.” 

“Just feels impolite but thanks, Joel. I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow morning, maybe for good.” You mumbled looking into your glass and stirring the clear liquid with your straw. 

“For good?” Joel asked concernedly, he leant on the kitchen counter, his biceps flexing as he leant on them. 

“Y-yeah. I think I need to end things with Jack, god he’s such an ass!” You huffed before realising who you were speaking to. “God, sorry, Joel, I know he’s your son. I’m a mess!” You whispered, tears pricking your eyes. 

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. Please don’t apologise.” He spoke softly, he was soon by your side and he stroked your back softly. “Jack is a moron, he should realise how lucky he is.”

You cried weakly, a few lone tears rolled down your cheeks as you focused on Joel’s large palm stroking your back. The next few seconds were a blur, you barely registered what you were doing but your lips had locked with Joel’s and you were kissing him roughly. Joel immediately held your face and deepened the kiss, he groaned as your tongue swiped over his bottom lip to enter his mouth. 

You turned your body in your seat so you were facing Joel and you couldn’t help but moan softly as his large hands found their way into your hair. You broke the kiss and breathed deeply, you splayed your hands over Joel’s hard chest and gasped in deep breaths. 

“Fuck, Joel. Fuck. I should go, I’ll speak with Jack in the morning. I’m sorry.” You rambled, pushing Joel gently so you could stand to leave. You wiped your face as you began to walk out of the kitchen, Joel grasped your wrist tightly and gently pulled you back to stop you from spiralling out. 

“Darlin’, wait a second.” He whispered. “Don’t rush off… c’mhere.”

You stopped walking and looked up at Joel with your wet eyes, you were panicked and your chest was heaving with panic.  

“I’ve wanted you, well, forever and ever since that night you caught me, well y’know. I heard your pretty little mouth that night, heard those moans and I knew they were for me.” He whispered, he was bringing his head closer to you and his lips ghosted over your parted lips. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, your cheeks were glowing with embarrassment and you opened your mouth to argue with him but Joel silenced you with a bruising kiss. His fingers held the back of your head as he controlled the kiss, you whimpered softly as your allowed yourself to be kissed by the older man, just like in your fantasies. 

Joel’s free hand groped at your breast, his fingers kneaded at the soft mound through your shirt and your mouth opened with a soft noise. 

“Joel,” You whimpered. “Maybe, maybe we shouldn’t. I should probably go.”

“I want you.” Joel said definitively. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you; you were wearing that real pretty little summer dress and it drove me mad, stroked myself so hard to thoughts of you for so long.” He whispered, his hand still drinking in each dip and curve of your clothes body. “Feel.”

Joel took your hand and pressed it to the front of his jeans, you could feel how hard his cock was in his pants; he was thicker than Jack and longer too. You were feeling ashamed to admit it to yourself but you were wetter than you had been in a long time. 

“Driving me fuckin’ mad. Feel what you do to me.” He groaned as your hand squeezed his shaft. 

“You’re so big.” You whined. “I want to feel you.”

Joel didn’t hesitate for another second, he took your shirt and roughly tugged it over your head before he followed suit with your skirt. There you were, stood in your boyfriend’s kitchen and nearly naked for his father. You couldn’t help but feel vulnerable as Joel gently twirled you around so he could drink in your whole body. 

“You’ve been wasted for all this time, should be treated right. How about you get upstairs and I’ll show you how good a real man can fuck you.” Joel’s voice was barely above a whisper and it sent shivers right to your core. 

You gently crossed your legs, trying to stave off the throbbing of your arousal and you nodded weakly, you couldn’t quite believe this was happening. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. Joel took your hand gently and lead you upstairs, you passed by your boyfriend’s room, the door was closed and you could hear his loud snores. Just hearing him sleep so peacefully whilst he knew you were upset enraged you but you pushed those sour thoughts aside as Joel pushed you into his room and he locked the door behind you both. 

“Take those pretty panties and bra off for me, darlin’ and lay down on the bed, show me your pretty little cunt.” Joel growled, keeping his voice hushed. 

You bit gently on your bottom lip and did as you were instructed, you undid your bra; your breasts fell from the material with a soft bounce and Joel watched you hungrily, he was palming himself through his jeans. You blushed under his hungry gaze and turned away from him to pull your panties off, you bent yourself over to give him a small show as the lacy material slipped over your ass. You bent down to pick the panties off the floor, letting Joel catch a long look at your wet cunt; he could see how wet you were, your lips were slick and begging to be filled. 

You smirked as Joel watched you, speechless, you turned back around and sauntered over to him, slipping the damp panties into his front pocket. 

“Something to remember me by.” You giggled before taking Joel’s shirt and pulling it over his head. 

You threw the old material of Joel’s t-shirt to the floor and immediately your hands were on the vast expanse of his tanned skin, your fingers gently raked through the sparse hair on his chest and you couldn’t hold back the small whine that slipped from your lips. He was so manly, so rugged and such a stark contrast to any of the guys you had been with before. 

“On the bed,” Joel instructed, flicking his head in the direction of his bed. “I wanna taste you.”

Your knees nearly buckled at his words and you weakly carried yourself to his bed; you laid down for him and eagerly spread your legs. Your arousal had coated your upper thighs and it had Joel nearly going feral at the sight. He quickly positioned himself on the bed, laid down on his front so his face was close to your sopping core. His fingers quickly went through your folds, collecting your apparent arousal on them. 

“This wet, all for me, hm?” He asked, kissing his soft lips up your thighs, travelling higher but not quite landing where you wanted them the most. 

You bit onto your lip to stop you from making a noise and you nodded eagerly at him; you leant up on your elbows so you could peer down at the male between your thighs. 

“Look at how pretty you are, darlin’. All spread out and wet for me, you needed this, didn’t you?” He asked softly as he pushed two digits into your pussy. 

“Yes!” You gasped out loudly, your hips bucked upwards as you looked at the male; his fingers alone were making you feel heady and weak already.

Joel started a quick rhythm, his fingers pulling out and disappearing just as fast into your greedy heat. He quickly dipped his head lower and timed it perfectly, just as his fingers pulled out, he flicked his tongue over your clit roughly and pushed his fingers back into you, curling them upwards. 

You were seeing stars, your body felt as if it was floating on a cloud and you never, in your wildest dreams imagined that you would be feeling this way at the hands of your boyfriend’s dad. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, your voice a little too loud. “If you don’t stop, I-I’m gonna cum already.” You whimpered.

Joel let out a breathy laugh against your clit, his hot breath fanning over your wetness and he just smirked before he suctioned his lips around the swollen bud and suckled gently at it. Joel sped his fingers up, he could feel you fluttering around his digits and it drove him mad, he couldn’t help but thrust at the mattress below him, just hoping to help his leaking cock feel a fraction of relief. You noticed his hips thrusting against the soft mattress and that, mixed with Joel’s skilled tongue and fingers; it had you cumming, hard. The fact he was so turned on from just eating you out made you feel crazy, Jack was never forthcoming with pleasuring you like that, and here was his dad, eagerly eating you out like he was dying from starvation. 

You whimpered through your orgasm as Joel’s tongue flicked at your clit before lapping at it eagerly, he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, groaning at the taste of you. 

“God, you taste as good as you look. Come here, come taste.” Joel whispered, travelling back up the bed to be positioned next to you. 

He gently pressed his fingers into your mouth which you eagerly opened and sucked the digits in. You moaned around them as your tongue cleaned them expertly. 

“You see how good you taste?” Joel whispered, watching as you sucked his fingers and you nodded in response.

He pulled his fingers out from your mouth with an obscene popping noise and leant forward to kiss you deeply, his tongue was invading your mouth within seconds and you moaned; you could taste the tang of your arousal in his mouth. 

“Joel, please fuck me already.”

Joel laughed softly. “How do you wanna take me, sweet girl?” 

“However you want me, please. I just wanna please you.” You admitted submissively. 

“Gonna kill me off. On your hands and knees for me then.” He smirked. 

You were more than willing to get into that position for Joel, but you needed to see him first. You needed to feel his heavy cock in your hands before he fucked you senseless. You quickly worked on the fastening of his jeans, tugging them down roughly to reveal his tented boxers. Joel shimmied out of his jeans, albeit awkwardly as he allowed you to undress him. You pulled his boxers down, finally to let his hard cock spring up. 

You eagerly wrapped your hand around his shaft, your hand felt so small in comparison and you gave him a few testing strokes, your thumb swiping over the swollen head to collect his precum. Joel groaned beside you, he watched your hand stroke him and he gently thrust into your small fist. 

“I want you to fuck my throat, please, Mr. Miller.” You whispered, stroking him faster at the thought. 

“Jesus,” Joel groaned, screwing his eyes shut to anchor himself. “Can’t talk like that and call me that, you’ll have me cumming in an embarrassingly quick time.” He chuckled. 

You giggled, feeling giddy at his admission and you sped your hand up; his precum making your movements slick. 

“Please Mr. Miller.” You whined, your mouth watering at the thought of his heavy cock stuffing into your throat. 

“Not tonight, darlin’. I’ve been waiting far too long to have you, I don’t think I’d be able to cope.” He groaned. 

You rolled your eyes and released his cock from your hand to roll over; you got onto your knees and let the flat area of your triceps hold you up on the bed, you arched your back and allowed your ass to wiggle upwards for Joel. 

“Atta girl, didn’t have to ask you twice.” Joel cooed. 

You smiled, his praise making you feel eager to please him further, just anything to be good for him. Joel was quick to position himself behind you, he held the base of his hard cock and pressed himself to you, he passed his cock through your wet folds before he roughy thrust into you. His hands held your hips roughly and you gasped, your head lulling forward with the rough movement.

Joel groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, his hips were flush to your ass and he sensually rolled them to feel himself go deeper in you. You could feel yourself stretching around Joel’s thick length, he was the biggest you’d had and your fingers clawed at the sheets below you. You couldn’t help but moan as he pulled out and thrust forward once again, he was already building up a punishing pace, one that you knew would make you feel sore tomorrow. 

Joel was groaning behind you as he watched your tight hole greedily suck him back in as he thrust into you. You were everything he had wanted for months and the fact you were there, bent over for him and so willing had him going insane. His fingers dug into your skin roughly as he fucked you, his hips were snapping quickly but he still had a sensual rhythm going. 

“Feels so good.” He huffed, sounding a little breathless. “You. Feel, so good.” 

You were all but biting at the sheets below you, you were trying to keep yourself as quiet as you could be from the fear of Jack hearing you but Joel was making it difficult. You arched your back further and it had Joel hitting that glorious bundle of nerves within your sponges walls. 

“Mr. Miller,” you whimpered. “I’m close. I’m gonna cum.”

Joel pulled out of your abruptly, he held both of your hips tightly and he flipped your body on the mattress; it momentarily winded you, more out of shock than anything. You didn’t realise he was so strong but there you were suddenly, flipped onto your back. Joel held onto one of your hips again as he thrust into you. 

“I wanna watch your pretty face as you cum on my cock. I wanna see how crazy it drives you.” He groaned and he dipped his thumb down to expertly circle your clit. 

You clawed at the skin of his chest and you threw your head back with a loud moan, all inhibitions finally being freed. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and Joel smirked as he watched your face contort and your back arched off the bed, he pressed a little rougher with his thumb and slowed his hips to a sensual roll so he could pleasure you more. The tip of his cock nudged into you just right and you were soon tumbling into the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. 

“That’s right, babydoll. Cum for me, but open those eyes of yours, need you to look at me as you cum. Need to watch you. Look at me.” Joel cooed, speeding his thumb up. “Cum for me. This is what it’s liked to be fucked properly, tell me how good my cock feels in you. Dirty little girl.”

You opened your mouth to reply but all that came tumbling from your lips were pathetic moans as you were fucked through your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered as you stared up at Joel, you used all your might to keep them open as you clenched around Joel, trying to draw his cock in deeper. 

“S-so good.” You managed to squeak out. “Feels so fucking good, never been fucked so good before in my life. Need more.” You whined. 

“Fuck,” Joel cursed, his hips stuttering with his final thrusts. “‘M Gonna fill you up, gonna fuck my hot cum into your greedy little hole. You want it?”

You nodded at him and your eyes closed once again as the first spurts of Joel’s hot cum coated your inner walls. You whimpered at the feeling, relishing in the male’s release as he fucked himself through his orgasm. 

Joel rolled off of you with a groan, your chests were heaving with shallow breathes and your skin was coated with a light sheen of sweat from the effort. You made a small noise of discomfort as you stood. 

“I’ll be right back.” You said quietly and quickly left the room to use the bathroom. 

You cleaned yourself up and returned back to Joel’s room, he was sprawled out on top of his sheets, still naked as he breathed softly with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful, so handsome and you truly just wanted to curl up against his chest and sleep.

“I uh, I should get dressed and leave. Um. Thank you for tonight.” You mumbled and rummaged around in the dark to find your bra that had been strewn on the floor. 

“Wait… you said you need to speak to Jack tomorrow and well, it’s already early hours of the morning. Just stay. Please, I don’t wanna have to worry about you driving home this late.” Joel mumbled. 

“I don’t know, Joel… it’s a bad idea, I feel it.” You replied quietly. 

“Just quit your arguin’ and get into bed.” He said, rolling his eyes; even in the darkness you could see him doing it. 

“Fine, god! You’re so bossy.” 

You obliged and found yourself curling up in Joel’s bed, you knew in the back of your mind it would probably cause trouble for you but you couldn’t quite care enough to stop it from happening. Joel got into bed with you, he wrapped his large arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Sleep soon took you both.

When morning finally broke, sunlight drowned the room through the open blinds, the sheets were tangled between you both exposing your bodies and you yawned as you stretched in Joel’s arms. You rolled over to get comfy again before a familiar voice called out into the room. 

“Dad?!” Jack was stood there in the doorway, mouth agape and all colour drained from his face. “What the fuck?!”

“We can explain.” You yelped, taking the sheets to cover your bodies quickly. 

Joel sleepily sat up, rubbing remnants of sleep from his deep brown eyes and he squinted as his sight adjusted to the morning’s light. 

If you weren’t screwed the night before, you most definitely screwed now. 

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#joel miller x reader #Boyfriends dad!Joel Miller #bfd!joel #bfd!joel miller x reader #joel miller smut

[jtnuvdl]

{Carlos Oliveira x reader}

Summary: Carlos is your husband and has been away for months and walks in on your pleasuring yourself

CW: Spanking, edging, Dom!Carlos, Sub!reader, Carlos is rough asf, Carlos calls reader a slut and a whore, I hope I didn’t miss anything but if I did let me know.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This was a bit rushed so I will probably rewrite it soon when I have a better idea of what to do with it.

You were sitting on the couch waiting for your husband, Carlos to come home but you got bored so you went up to your bedroom and undressed yourself. You grab a vibrator from your nightstand and turn it on as you lay down on the bed, you slowly bring it in between your legs and let out a loud gasp.

“Oh f-fuck..” you say as you push your hips up to collide with the vibrator

You throw your head back as you continue to move the vibrator around your cunt letting out a slur of profanities. You are too into the euphoric feeling that you didn’t hear the front door open and Carlos call your name.

Carlos opens the front door and sighs putting down his duffel bag, he locks the door and calls for you, “Y/n?”

He looks at the couch and doesn’t see you and frowns slightly, ‘Weird she’s normally waiting on the couch when I come back home.’

Suddenly he hears a moan from the bedroom, his eyebrows furrowed together and his mind starts spinning thinking the worst of the situation. He takes off his boots and slowly walks to the bedroom, he stands outside the door for a little bit until he hears another moan and then he shoves open the door. He watches you jump into a sitting position trying to hide yourself. He takes one look at you and smirks.

“Are you really pleasuring yourself? You couldn’t have waited until I got home?” he says in an amused tone as he stalks over to you, “You know what happens when you don’t wait for me and pleasure yourself all on your own don’t you?”

You nod quickly and turn off the vibrator when Carlos tsk’s at you, “Oh don’t turn it off now, hand it over.”

You see his hand stretch out in front of you for you to put the vibrator in, you slowly put the vibrator in his hand and he chuckles, “Oh I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

He looks at you and puts a hand on your cheek, “What’s the safe word babygirl?”

“Cherry” You say looking up at him

“Good girl. Now remember that if I’m being too rough okay?”

You nod and he smiles as he puts the vibrator down, you look at the vibrator. You then look up at him to see him taking off his vest, you watch as his shirt goes against his muscles when he moves his arms. He glanced up at you and saw you biting your lip as you watched him, which made him laugh.

“Are you that horny for me? You get turned on by me taking off one piece of clothing?” He says grabbing your chin making you look at him, “Well?”

You look up at him blushing, “Mhm.. I..”

“Use your words darling, are you turned on by me just taking off one piece of clothing? You miss me that much?” He says keeping his hand on your chin

He watches as your head moves up and down, “Yes.. I am..”

He lets out an amused laugh, “That’s cute.”

Suddenly he moves the vibrator to your cunt making you jump, “Stay still.”

You look at him in shock, “W-What?”

“Stay still or you’ll get a punishment.” he says coldly, “You already broke one rule and that was to not please yourself when I’m gone. You know not to do that.”

You gasp as you feel him push the vibrator harder onto your cunt, “C-Carlos..”

He looks at you and takes in the sight in front of him, your mouth open, cheeks flushed, hair a mess and eyes clenched shut, “Yes?”

“Can I cum?” you ask making him chuckles deeply

“You think you get to cum whenever you want after you disobeyed me?” he pushes the vibrator onto your cunt more, “Don’t cum, if you do you are getting a bigger punishment and I won’t be gentle.”

You nod and let out a moan as he starts to rub his finger in a circle on your cunt, you feel your stomach knot up and you try to hold back your release but your body doesn’t let you and you cum on the vibrator. Carlos shakes his head at you and turns off the vibrator.

“Did I not just tell you to not come?” He asks sternly

You look away, “I’m sorry it just happened..”

He chuckles and grabs your chin forcefully making you look at him, “Turn around, ass in the air, now.”

You nod and slowly turn your body around. He scoffs at how slow you're going and roughly turns your body around and pushes your ass up. He lightly slaps your cunt making you jump.

“I’m going to slap your ass and you have to say that number after I do it okay?”

You nod and he slaps you on the ass, “Good now we’re going to start okay? If you miss one I will have to restart.”

You nod and he smiles and slaps your ass hard making you jump, “O-One..”

“Good girl” he says as he slaps your ass again

“Two..” you say biting your lip

He slaps your ass again and again and you say every number and only mess up or forgot a number twice. At this point you were a mess face full of tears and ass red. You were ready to pass out but you knew Carlos wasn’t done yet, you knew that you were going to be doing what he wanted for a while. You close your eyes and feel Carlos put a hand in your neck, you open your eyes again and see Carlos smiling at you. He unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers and I see his cock spring up and hit his stomach slightly. He turns you around onto your back and you let out a gasp at the pain coming from your ass. He lines his tip with your entrance and gives no warning before he thrusts into you. You let out a loud moan and grab onto his arm, digging your nails into his arm.

“F-Fuck Carlos..!” you moan out

Carlos wraps his hand on your throat and squeezes a bit and groans, “You're such a good slut.”

You moan as he thrusts his hips into you, “Carlos..”

“Yes baby?” He asks as he kisses your neck and starts to space out his thrusts

“It feels so good..”

He chuckles, “You like that? You like being treated like a little whore?”

You nod a bit too fast making him smirk, “You like being my whore?”

You blush and moan as he thrusts into you roughly, he starts thrusting faster and groaning as he does so. You feel a knot start forming into your stomach as his thrust starts to get sloppier.

“Carlos.. please..” You moan, “Carlos I’m close.”

He grunts as he thrust his hips toward yours, “Don’t cum yet wait a little baby.”

He looks up to see you nod and thrusts roughly into you a few more times before kissing you and whispering in your ear.

“Cum for me baby.” He says nipping at your ear

You let out one last moan and cum all over his cock as he cums inside of you. He sighs and thrusts through both of your highs, your breath is heavy as pulls out of you. You close your eyes and try to calm your breathing. He lays next to you and draws circles on your stomach, you turn and open your eyes to look at him.

“Was I too rough?” Carlos asks

You shake your head making him smile, “I’m glad, go ahead and sleep unless you want to take a shower right now?”

He watches as you shake your head and cuddle up against him, “Alright we will just cuddle.”

You smile and feel him move to take off his shirt, he sits you up and puts it on you. You lay back down on his chest and slowly fall asleep, he closes his eyes as well and falls asleep.

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira smut #smut #resident evil

[one-squash-one-end]

>1.6k words on bi Gansey

Hi! This belongs to my big Raven Cycle analysis, click here for the masterpost.

Today we are diving into all the reasons why I think Gansey is a bi king (and then some more). Enjoy!

(I think there might be mild spoilers up to trk, nothing too bad though, more character interactions than plot)

b) Gansey

Alright hear me out. This man. There is nothing this rich boy can do to beat the fruit allegations. He is a bi king, through and through. Everyone but him knows, including you, because what I have to say is the absolute truth and I am great at convincing. I once saw a tumblr post that said “Gansey has to physically restrain himself from kissing all his friends” and there has never been anything more true.

And it’s important to note that this is really not only reader interpretation. Or, at least, reader interpretation includes other character’s interpretations, which are sometimes incredibly straight(lol)forward.

After doing Adam a big favor, Gansey’s sister Helen (who is aro-ace btw, because I said so) immediately assumes he is sleeping with him, which is a conclusion she jumped to way too quickly if Gansey has never previously shown any interest in Adam or other boys. Like, she seems to know him quite well, and for her to just think he’s in a relationship with Adam says a lot about the homoeroticism prevalent in Gansey’s friendships with both Adam and also Ronan.

Because then we have Kavinsky, another canonically queer character, who thus might arguably have some sort of gaydar, assuming Ronan and Gansey are in a romantic (but most of all, sexual) relationship. Admittedly, this has largely to do with Kavinsky assuming things about Ronan and his sexuality, as is explicitly mentioned in the book. However, you can very easily speculate about someone’s sexuality without knowing their (previous) partners, if there have been any at all, so to correctly believe Ronan is gay does not have to randomly entail relationship speculations. So somewhere, even from not interacting with them so much, Kavinsky must have gotten that idea. That somewhere is the deep affection the two of them share, which is absolutely palpable for everyone around. Yes, I know their relationship is described as brotherly (please note I do not condone incest!), but also somewhere within “they’re bros” lies the implication they are gay. Two bros chilling in a hot tub. They’re having a bromance. Let bros kiss.

Another person who seems to believe in a Gansey romance above bromance is Henry, who at that point of book three had only interacted with him at school very superficially. We can assume the way Gansey behaves with Adam and Ronan at school is very much homoerotic, or elsewise Henry would have no reason to be surprised about seeing Gansey with Blue (“a chick”). He can’t be surprised about Gansey pulling… someone, considering he is apparently super good-looking, he just never had reason to assume Gansey was anything but achillean.

Now this was mostly people who don’t know Gansey that well, or at least people not part of the inner circle, so it can’t mean that much, right? Surely there would not be anyone who truly, deeply knows Gansey, who would assume he is queer. Right? Wrong. I have since forgotten the context of that quote, but Adam, someone who is very close to both of them, thinks that Ronan and Gansey could date. Make of that what you will, but I will it to be homoerotic subtext. (Or text, as what Adam says is what he says, no room for interpretation there.)

Lastly, Adam’s father called him the f-slur. Ok, I will admit that it’s not completely confirmed to be that, but what else would a censored word with f stand for? Again, it’s hard to tell, because my two options would be the slur and just straight-up “fucker”, but both “f*g” and “fuck” are used directly in the following books. The f-slur was used directly in Ronan’s narrative though, in that of a character who talks very obscenely in general, so I have no trouble believing Gansey just wouldn’t have wanted to repeat that word, especially if it’s just a memory.

The line between romantic and platonic interactions is thin enough in this series as it is, but Gansey seems to blur it especially. I am going to touch on that at a later point, but platonic affection is given a very important role, so much that in some parts it carries as much significance as romantic actions do (as it should- relationship anarchy rules), if not more. With Gansey that seems to be especially strong, a lot of the things he does with his friends seeming romantic.

First of all, he is co-parenting with Ronan. Yes, it is a bird, but Ronan loves her like a human daughter so the point stands. The two of them even squabble about it like an old married couple, Gansey’s legendary “this is exactly why I didn’t want to have a baby with you” speaks for itself.

Then there is the insomnia quality time, as I like to call it. We, as the readers, are probably supposed to focus on the late night phone calls and drives with Blue, the fact that “she makes [him] quiet”, and that he can sleep after talking to her. But what I find equally important is the time he spends with Ronan at Monmouth during those sleepless nights, them getting orange juice at three a.m. While it might not be something super comforting that makes them both fall asleep, this routine they seem to have fallen into, just spending time while not expecting anything from the other, is something that means a lot to me; they are very much giving platonic soulmates, but also what if they kissed?

Of course I cannot not mention “While I’m gone, dream me the world. Something new for every night.” That boy is being unnecessarily dramatic about going away for literally one weekend. And why? Because “they had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reasons why he couldn’t say it.” What are those reasons though? Is it because he is actually in love with Ronan but admitting to that would make the friendship super fucking awkward so he whips out a dramatic, half-romantic metaphor quote? Yeah, that makes total sense.

Staying on my Ronsey bullshit, let’s not forget the glorious, deleted pool table scene. In case you are not familiar with it, or have forgotten the way it sounds (probably the reason it was deleted), I’ll just let two quotes speak for themselves. “There was something suggestive about how [Ronan] wore the suit” Oh yes, of course there was. Sometimes you wear clothing with a certain intention, and in Ronan’s case, that intention is to be bent over the pool table by Gansey. This becomes even clearer here: “Gansey was well aware that Ronan rather fancied the way he looked while he played pool, and the way he reached across the felt now, intentional and elegant and coiled, indicated that he was fancying himself at this very moment.” Once again, everything is super intentional, and Gansey wants to fuck him so badly. Not even kidding at this point, the way Maggie wrote this scene really makes it look like Gansey finds Ronan super hot; even as an aromantic asexual person I have to say, this is a lot more than “bro appreciating his best friend’s glow-up in a completely heterosexual way”. This iconic scene is gay brainrot, which is exactly why we did not get to experience this masterpiece within an actual, published book. The Ronsey shippers would have gone too wild.

[Speaking of which, I’d like to clarify that I do not ship Ronsey in the way some other people do, I do prefer them with their canon love interests, however I clearly see the potential of them having had some kind of mutual attraction in the past, I just think it makes the dynamic a lot more fun and interesting, sort of like how Jesper had a crush on Kaz in Six of Crows.]

Gansey has received at least one (1) dick pic of Ronan. The circumstances do not say anything about either Gansey or Ronan, but I think it’s funny, it builds character, so I chose to include it in this.

Perhaps the strongest evidence for him running with the lgbtq+ is the fact that he goes to an all-boys school. Come on, what is he supposed to do, surrounded by all those guys rich enough to afford good haircuts and a private trainer? Should he just not have gay thoughts? Impossible.

Now all this was mostly evidence for Gansey swinging that way, somehow, but of course he’s one of those doors that open both ways. Yes, he has a girlfriend, but there is even more proof for him being specifically m-spec, just you wait. To begin with, apart from his friends Gansey has two true loves. Henrietta (the town with a female name, who his sister refers to as his girlfriend- the same sister who assumes Gansey is sleeping with Adam; Helen is a bi Gansey truther) and Glendower, the dead, male king. Obviously, this is totally serious business. Additionally, I have talked through to a very full extent how he is in love with Ronan, but of course he is also in love with Henry, I do not have to elaborate on this. He is also very much jealous when Blue and Adam are dating, as is described multiple times, but we don’t find out exactly who he is jealous of. Yes, he likes Blue, and he is sad that his best friend is sort of being stolen away etc., but what if he also just wanted to hold hands. With both of them. At once.

It’s not only Gansey being in love with all of them, it’s also all of them being in love with Gansey. His bi swagger. It was this: Blue finding him irresistible. It was this: Ronan wanting to smash his fist through a wall because of how hot Gansey is. It was this: Henry saying Gansey is a “Caucasian with great hair”.

Bi Gansey is the truth and I will defend that until the day I die.

However, I will admit that he is absolutely a cis guy, no question. At no point in his life has he had to be afraid to take up space or anything, but that man supports trans rights of course. He would not wear a crop top on his own, but considering how he is in love with them, Blue, Ronan and Henry could bully him into it and he would rock it.

#trying a catchier title with this one #trc #the raven cycle #the raven boys #the dream thieves #blue lily lily blue #the raven king #gansey #ronan lynch #adam parrish #blue sargent #henry cheng #bi gansey

[kushielsmercy]

Happy Thursday folks, we've almost made it. Have a small stand-alone snippit from a fic I started this summer and finally admitted I'm never coming back to. Sorry Joe, you're staying kidnapped.

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“Enough, enough!” Nile laughingly pounds on Nicky’s back, dizzy. “Put me down!” 

Nicky tightens his grip and spins them around twice more, faster, before giving in to her pleas and depositing her back onto the ground. Nile groans and falls onto her back, the Oregon sky spinning above her. 

“Gotta work on your sea legs, kid,” Andy calls from across the fire, cackling. 

Nicky turns on her, eyes twinkling. “Bella.’ 

“Don’t you dare,” Andy warns, holding her bottle of whiskey up in defense. She’s too late. Nicky swoops in, stooping to grab her thighs and lift her straight up, twirling in a circle. Andy does her best to look dignified, resting the whiskey on top of Nicky's head, waiting him out. He tilts his head back and she breaks, laughing as she pours liquor into his open mouth. 

Joe appears above Nile, blocking out the night’s sky. He grins down at her, glitter raining down from his hair. “You can’t be done already, this is your holiday.” She refuses to sit up just yet, but makes a grabby motion upwards to appease him. He obligingly passes a half-burnt sparkler over and then taps his against hers in a mock toast. 

“I still feel kind of weird celebrating,” she admits as Joe sits down beside her, watching Andy try to kick Nicky’s feet out from under him to steal back her cigarette. 

He hums, tilting his head in acknowledgement. “You’ll have many years to contemplate. But who knows when you’ll see that again,” he nods to where Nicky and Andy have come to a compromise, Andy riding piggyback while she holds the cigarette to his lips.

Nile snorts, sitting up and motioning for the last sparkler. Nicky had shot off the last real firework hours earlier with childlike glee.

“I guess it is July 16th anyway,” she says, “we could be celebrating anything. Fuck it. I’m celebrating electricity.” 

They’ve spent the last three months infiltrating a cult with known ties to a particularly nasty trafficking ring. Nicky and Andy were on the inside, trying to figure out where the money was coming from, while Joe and Nile had camped out in a shack a few miles away, listening to the others spit some particularly inventive slurs over the comms while they worked out the supply lines. 

Point being, Nile’s not feeling real patriotic. But they passed a run-down stand a few miles back advertising 75% O f all Fire orks!, the f and w lost to time, and Nicky had insisted they stop - the man’s never met an explosive he didn’t like. It’s close enough to the solstice that Andy had her annual itch to get blacked out next to a dangerously high fire, so, here they are. Celebrating something that isn’t quite the Fourth of July, but isn’t exactly not the Fourth of July either, existing in a liminal space between Nile’s waning national allegiances and a desperate homesickness ten years hasn’t been enough to shake. 

Joe, ever good at reading a room, lets the moment pass unremarked. He’s the best at that. Nicky gets caught off-guard by his own introspection, going suddenly quiet for days at a time. Andy doesn’t have much patience for the whole thing, she figures if she doesn’t know herself at this point then it’s all a lost cause anyway. Joe, on the other hand, thinks clearly, deeply, and at his own pace. Meaning he’ll probably have a lot to say on the complexities of celebrating problematic holidays a month from now, but that’s not going to stop him from making heart eyes at Nicky tonight. 

Nicky makes a grab for the last of the whiskey and Andy dodges, yanking all of her weight to the left so that they collapse to the ground together, rolling out of the fall. She springs up and gets a foot on Nicky’s chest, hamming it up as she downs the last of the bottle in victory. 

“My love, avenge me!” Nicky mimes dying, doing an appallingly poor job despite all his experience.

“Ah, but then who would carry on your memory?” Joe laments. 

Nile knocks her shoulder against his. “Looks like we’ve found the limits of your love at last,” she tells Nicky. “It was that gas station coffee.” 

Joe nods solemnly. “I can still feel its poison in my veins.” He lifts a hand shakily. “Even now, I’m too frail to walk.” 

Nicky bats Andy’s leg away, moving to stand up with the single-minded focus of the very drunk. “Good. Then it will be less work for me to get you on your back.” He struggles to get himself upright, which doesn’t bode well for his luck standing up anything else. 

Nile gags out of principle. By this point she’s all but immune to finding the two of them on any surface, at any time of the day, but she tries to remember she’s supposed to be offended at least once a week. 

Nicky collapses onto the ground beside them, rolling over to put his head on Joe’s lap. “I’ve missed you,” he says. 

Joe runs his fingers through Nicky’s hair. “And I, you.” 

These days, Nile knows that if she wakes first up and tastes rain, she should make sure Nicky has lemongrass tea. She knows Joe has never kept a pair of matching socks for more than a week but hates when one gets a hole in its heel, and that Andy loves cosmopolitans more than she will ever admit. She knows these people inside and out, but then occasionally they’ll do the most mundane shit and it’ll sneak up and hit her all again how long nine-hundred years really is. 

“Don’t you ever worry you’ll get tired of each other?” Nile asks absently, mostly joking. 

Nicky squints up at her, blinking through the alcohol. He pokes Joe in the chest. “She’s not making any sense.” 

Joe flicks his ear in admonishment. “Stop teasing her.” 

“No no, I’m serious,” Nile says, realizing as she says it that she is. Also possibly more drunk than she thought. “Like, what happens if you break up one day. How would that even work? I know you guys have the most epic romance in all of history, or whatever, but what happens if that ends? Am I going to have to swap weekends?”

“What’s romance have to do with it?” Nicky asks, propping himself up onto one elbow. 

Joe groans. “See what you’ve done?” 

Nicky hushes him. “I do not - choose - Joe. Choice is irrelevant.” 

Nile looks to Joe, who shrugs. “The last time I tried to remember my wife, some years ago, she ended up having Nicky eyes, his face,” he reaches down playfully, “his cock.” 

Nicky grinds up into his touch, relaxed and unashamed. 

“I am right here.” Nile pretends to shield her eyes.

Nicky makes a dismissive noise. “I would burn the world to the ground for Joe, and it would be an act of self-defense.” 

Joe makes a wounded noise then ducks down, pulling Nicky’s up to meet him halfway. Nile’s seen this show before, too much of this show before, and knows that’s her cue to leave. Or, in this case, wander the twenty feet away to where Andy’s set herself up with ‘smores. 

“They’ll fall asleep soon.” Andy passes her a sharpened stick with a marshmallow already speared. 

Nile shrugs. “It’s sweet, in a very X-rated kind of way.” She watches the marshmallow slowly brown, keeping her eyes carefully on the fire. “I just, I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get something like that, you know?” 

“I don’t have a damn clue,” Andy says, reassuring as always. “But the world’s probably safer if you don’t.” 

#the old guard #joe/nicky #nicky/joe #andromache the scythian #nile freeman #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #andy the old guard #joe x nicky #nicky x joe #immortal husbands #shielwrites

[kaimakesart]

Greedler x Fem! reader who is his secretary and he has breeding kink? sorry i was embarrassed to ask this 😭

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧

Greed-ler x fem reader. MDNI (18+)

The office door slowly creaked open as you stepped inside. "Sir?" You said softly, shuffling at little closer as you held a stack of papers in your hand. He looked up at you, studying your figure for awhile, his feet propped up on desk as he leaned back in his chair.

"Ah y/n, what brings you here?" He put his feet down, leaning over on his desk as he slide some more paperwork off of his way.

"I had some more papers for you , sir." You walked in front of his desk, handing them to him. "Here"

"thank you, dear. Why don't you stay for a bit hm?" He chuckled softly, standing up from his chair.

You looked up to face him, tilting your head. "Oh? Is there anything else you need help with, sir?"

He put his hand on your chin, circling his thumb against your jawline. "As a matter of fact, there is something I could use your assistance with." He leaned closer whispering in your ear. "I'm going to make you all mine.."

You felt your body shiver as you felt his breath against your ear. You nodded slowly and he slide his hands down to your shirt, taking it off and tossing it to the side. He smirks, leaning back against his desk and pulling you closer by the hip.

"I'm gonna fill you up, sweetheart..make you mine..breed you.." He growled, his voice low and husky.

You swallowed heavily, nodding slowly as you looked up at him. "Yes sir.."

"Good girl." With that he moved quickly, pushing you against the desk and sliding your pants down. "Mm you're so pretty you know that? You don't know how long I've been waiting for this"

You leaned your head back, nodding in approval as his hands made his way to your thighs. He smiled, kissing your neck gently as he made his way down your chest.

He wasted no time sliding your pants and panties quickly down. "Holy shit" He mumbled, pressing his hand further up your thigh. "You are so wet, aren't ya..all for me?" You nodded, your skin flushed as you looked at him. "Mhm..yes.."

"yes what?" He huffed, looking down at you.

"Yes, sir"

"Good girl..I don't want you to fucking stop calling me that, understand?" He slide his own pants off now, slotting himself in between you.

"yes, sir I-I understand" you nod quickly and grab the desk, knuckles turning white as you bite your lip in anticipation.

He slid himself slowly inside, letting out a soft moan as you clenched around him. "You're so fucking tight, you know that?" He smiled, pushing himself deeper as he studied your face, watching your face twist in pleasure.

His hips thrusted deeper against you, hands clawing at your own hips as his balls slapped filthily against your skin. "S-shit..gonna fuck you so deep..so full of me" His words slurred slightly, head foggy as he felt close so soon.

You grabbed at his shoulder, moans and whimpers leaving your lips as he pushed you further against the desk. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin as you felt a feeling pool in stomach. "F-fuck..please- m'close..let me cum once-ler, let me cum please please plea-"

He put his hand over your mouth, quickly looking behind him as his thrusts got sloppier. "Mhm..go on baby..cmon..but be quieter..wouldnt want someone to hear would you?"

As you reached your climax he soon followed after, groaning as he thrust his cum deep inside of you. "M' gonna breed you..taking my cum so well..it's leaking out of you..can't have that now, huh? Gotta make it stick.."

Once you both got cleaned up he straightened himself up, shuffling some paperwork back in its place in his desk. "Did so good for me, sweetheart..now go do we a favor and grab me some more things downstairs huh?" He smiled kissing her cheek. "Careful..that cum might slip out from ya still.."

#the lorax #lorax 2012 #my writing #onceler x reader #the onceler #lorax fandom

[triplesilverstar]

Sometimes you just need a monkey wrench

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Body dysmorphia, Pre-Canon, Illnesses, Major Illness, Major Character Injury, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Experimentation, Medical Examination, Dreams and Nightmares, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Fever, Running Away, Communication Failure, Soft Vash the Stampede, Mild Smut, Not Beta Read, Heartbreaking, Imprisonment, Dark Past, Murder, Cartoon Physics, Vashs' Coat as a blanket, Needles, Nightmares

Word count: Roughly 3K

A/N: Chapter two of Even sand can't hide all the skeletons in your closet. This one shows a bit of the past for Snipes.

Hours later Vash is still sitting on the floor with you still held in his arms, rubbing what he hopes is soothing circles into your flushed skin. It’s not ideal but he didn’t think it would be a good idea if you woke up again and tried to fight to get away from the bed and injure yourself further. 

Brad had walked in after the little scuffle and rolled his eyes at the sight of Vash on the floor with the woman in his arms, soft words exchanged with Ludia before he was looking at the pair sprawled across the cold tiles with a look of distrust. Well. Just one of the pair. 

“Just hope you don’t have another freak out after you wake up and see the IV in your arm” Vash is whispering into your hair, hands pausing their path along your arms. “I need you to get better, Mayfly, I don’t like seeing you in so much pain.” 

The only answer he receives is just another whimper, but color is slowly returning to your face. A parting of your lips tongue pale. “I’m bad at physics” tumbling out, mumbled and slurred making him chuckle sadly patting your disheveled hair. 

“Vash?” Looking up to see Luida looking at the two of you. Once his gaze is fixed on one of his oldest friends, she starts. “Some of the tests are done. It is a type of common flu.” 

“Shouldn’t she be over it by now if that’s the case?” Eyebrows furrowing. There’s no way you’ve been this sick because of the flu, there was a reason it was called common. “Normally yes. Some of the tests provided the answer.” Lowering herself to her knees so she’s at eye level with Vash. “Vash. Her immune system is severely compromised, she has almost no white blood cells.” At his blank stare she sighed “Vash, it means her body has a hard time fighting against any kind of infection. I hate to say it, but without more information about what was done to her I’m not sure we can help her. We might do more damage.”

Vash frowned, resuming the movement of one of his hands letting his fingers run through your sweat soaked locks. Contemplating his options and biting his lip, because how much of a breach of your trust would it be to get that tube from your bag that held the paper you’d let him read? He hadn’t understood a lot of it, but it might provide the information Luida needs to help you recover. Another shiver of your body and Vash nods his head, decision made. “I need to get to her bag.” 

Adjusting your body, so you’re no longer pressed against his and a soft whimper of his name has him pausing. Surprising Luida as Vash removes his coat to wrap around your frame, carefully bundling you in as much of it as he can and still leaving access to your arm. A sweep of his hand along your cheek and he’s standing. Heading for the door “I’ll be back as quick as I can.”    

Long legs quickly lead him back to where he’d left the tomas, both of your bags still attached to the saddle. Grabbing both and pausing “please don’t hold this against me Mayfly.” Squeezing his eyes shut before hurrying back to the infirmary, the first thing he does upon entering the door is look to where he left you, ensuring you were still where he had left you. With your hands balled tight, making your grip seem even paler against the vivid crimson caused a sad smile to break out on his face. Sick, and your response in your delirious state is to reach for him, reminding him of the two days in that town that he held your hand. A phantom grip he wished he could feel right at that moment. 

“Vash?” Luida calling his name breaks him from his trance, nodding to her and placing both of your bags on the ground before opening yours and starting to dig through it. Finding the cylinder at the bottom, inside a hidden pocket. It feels like a knife plunging into his heart at this invasion of something you go through such lengths to hide. 

“She has some papers, a report, at least I think, in here that mentions what was done to her. I read it before, but I didn’t understand a lot of it.” Looking over the locked device trying to figure out how to open it, turning as Brad appeared in the doorway. Watching Vash struggle with the cylinder for a moment, before snatching it from him. 

“It needs a six digit code. Got any guesses?” Vash just shakes his head, unaware of any kind of number that would hold any significance to his lady. A stark realization he doesn’t even know when your birthday is. “I could crack it open, but I don’t think she’d be a fan of that.” At that moment your body spasms, shaking the lines of the IV and you let out a shuddering grasp, the heart rate monitor spiking. Biting at his lip once more causing the tissue to swell, Vash turns to Brad and nods. 

“At this point, we don’t have much choice. I’ll take the blame when she’s better.” Because Vash won’t voice it, but he can’t even think of the alternative he needs you to recover. In such a short time you’ve become so much more than just his traveling companion and lover, and he’s doubting if he’s told you any of it. How you hold more pieces of him then he thought he had left to give. A shrug of his shoulders, and Brad is taking out his monkey wrench, locking it along one of the seams and making it crack under the pressure. 

“Can’t use it again, so it better have what we need brat.” Tossing the cracked top to the side and handing the tube back to Vash. 

It feels he’s holding the world in his hands as he gingerly accepts it back, the notion of what that means settling heavy on his already scarred heart. “It should” tilting the cylinder waiting for the paper to slide out, only for a small micro chip to tumble out first and land on one of the panels connected to the computer network. A pause, and suddenly the voice of the onboard system advising of a download in progress. 

Leaving them with no chance to respond, files started popping up along the screen, data files. 

All about you. 

A flurry of files flashing on screen, news articles, photos, text document, and fly by as a preview loading the documents as they transfer. Stopping as the final file loads, an image that leaves Vash reeling, his heart breaking, tears burning into his eyes while his chest heaves. A photo of you, clearly held in chains inside a prison with the caption above the image, a news article so similar and so different from the printed ones of Noman’s land.

“Scourge of Icarus system caught after council assassination in broad daylight.” Vash knew from your nightmares you had things you regretted, some of the things you’d told him you’d done. 

But that image. 

You were looking right in the camera when the shot had been taken. There was zero remorse in your eyes, you had no regrets for what you had done, no flicker of anything he had come to cherish. No spark, no sense of wonder he was used to when you looked at the stars. No. You looked for all the world, like you had nothing left to live for, ready to die. 

The image is gone as Luida starts tapping away at the keyboard, breaking Vash from his brief sense of foreboding, loading a file and opening it up full of medical jargon and what looks like chemical formulas. “This should provide me with all the information I need to see if I can come up with an answer.” As Vash turns away from the screen to face Luida, he can see the look on her face, a look of one choosing to tuck the information they had all read away. More focused on trying to help get you on the mend then judge you for past actions. 

Brad however. “Shouldn’t we be tying her up instead of letting her sleep on the floor?” Voice flat as he stares at you, watching as you shiver in the fabric of Vashs’ coat, making your frame seem somehow even smaller than before. That single action made Brad sigh, running a hand through his graying locks. “You gonna vouch for her brat?” 

It takes a second for it to click in Vash’s brain, even Brad is willing to put what he saw aside. “Yea. She’s…” licking his lips before setting his gaze on your shaking form once more, the shock still flooding his system. “She’s not like that anymore.” Another nod and Brad is turning, getting ready to leave before he pauses. 

“Since the two of you are probably gonna be here for a while, got any clothes you want to get cleaned?” An offer of an out, to try and handle what turmoil he’s currently in, a reminder that Brad and Luide know him better then he knows himself. That you would have given him a similar option. Vash realizes with a heavy heart he needs it, needs time to process some of what he’s read. 

“Yea. Yea we both do.” Leaving the cylinder on the counter and grabbing both bags to follow after Brad towards the ship's laundry. A final look over his shoulder, in the opening of the doorway feeling his heart and mind war with one another over the face that right now he'd rather do laundry then stay with you while you shook on the floor body wracked by your sickness.

It doesn’t take long for Luida to sort through the data, finding what she needs and feeling her heart churn for an entirely different reason in comparison to Vash. A round of nutrients added to the IV dripping into your body, and as Luida bends down running one of her hands through your greasy hair she feels herself flinching slightly when you whimper. “You poor thing. You’ve been through a lot in your long life.” Carefully lifting your head and pushing a pillow under you, listening to your breathing shift ever so slightly before returning to the monitor. 

The solution to your problem, even if she herself didn’t fully understand everything going on inside your body or what had been done, was a rather simple one. Listed in the medical file itself as the solution for the unintended side effect of some of the experiments, now Luida just needed to wait for the culture to finish growing so she could insert a lab grown vial full of white blood cells grown from your own DNA into your system. 

Luida however being the type of person she was had moved onto problem solving a future solution for you because there was no way you wouldn’t come across another infection of some kind in the future. She just needed a delivery system that would last more than a few hours once you left the ship. 

All the while another thought crossed her mind since it had been a few hours since Vash had disappeared, loading some of the files onto a tablet for the young plant to read.

While she wasn’t an expert and had no children of her own, Luida hadn’t missed the way Vash interacted with you. His actions were full of care and tenderness as he spoke about you while they had been waiting for some of the test results before getting desperate. The way he held you, and tried to keep you calm, everything in his mannerisms screamed how much was between the two of you. His absence clearly a result of having seen the files that had opened up and the final one that had been glaring at the three of them. 

While she had been waiting Luida dug more into the documents herself, curious about what kind of woman could have captured the young plants attention and clearly his heart. The information learned paint a heartbreaking story to the older woman, but what she had read had made sense to her as to why Vash would have fallen for the younger woman. A kindred spirit wanting to try and make up for the wrongs she’d felt she’d done. A broken soul that had found her own form of salvation, all because one person offered to let her make a difference.

That video had been interesting to watch. One of the few files that wasn’t just text or images, but it had cleared up a few things. Hearing the doors open Luida turned, shoulders slumping as Brad walked in raising an eyebrow at her. “Expecting someone else?” 

“Vash.” Her voice somber and earnest. “I thought he’d be back by now.” Brad froze mid step, whipping around to face Luida. 

A look of confusion on his face before frowning. “I figured I’d find the brat back in here.” Rubbing at the stubble growing on his face while he watched you, one side of his face downturned in thought “any luck for the girl?” 

“Yes. I’ve got the solution to her problem growing in one of the lab incubators.” Waving at the systems working away, before a flicker of an idea made her face light up in a while that made his stomach lurch. “Actually Brad, you might be able to help me with something.” Pulling up the info on screen and showing Brad what she had learned and the solution she came up with for next time. “The problem is keeping them stable until she would need to use them. I just don’t see how to keep the cells from dying in a short time span after she leaves.” 

Rubbing his chin once more while thinking, a low hum while he looked at. “I’ve got an idea. Can you put them into cartridges that could be kept frozen? I could make something to keep the cartridges frozen until she needs them. Maybe something with a built-in delivery system?” 

“I think I can come up with something.” Agreeing and pressing a few more keys as the door to the lab opened once more. Vash reappearing at last, watching the two people he’d known for the longest looking at a screen. A small smile before striding more into the room, moving towards where you’re still shivering on the ground, somehow even more wrapped up inside his coat. 

A whimper from you breaking the silence. “Just wanna go home.” 

Luida has been listening to your mumbling for a few hours now, random words that made no sense but it’s clear you’re trapped in a nightmare of some form brought on by the sickness. A grimace on your face as you shudder, Vash bends his knees bringing himself closer to your pale form.

A soft smile on his face as he cupped your cheek thumb gliding over the swell of skin, watching the furrow in your brow fade before standing once more and turning back to the other two. Both of them watching him and his brief interactions with you with rapt attention. Vash might be a master at hiding his pain and feelings behind a mask, but these two know all of his tells.

“Ugh. What are you two up too?” Moving towards them, dressed in his cleanest turtleneck and cargo pants. Peace bringer left in his room, looking at the monitor between both of them. 

“Trying to come up with a lasting solution for your girlfriend and her compromised immune system.” Brad deadpans, tapping a few keys and sending copies of the files he needed to his own workstation monitor. 

“She’s not m-” both humans sending him a look, clearly full of disbelief. “Fine. My girlfriend.” Sighing as Vash took a seat on the stool looking to Luida “sorry about earlier. I… Needed some time to sort out what I saw.” 

Brad huffed at the weak excuse, slapping Vash on the back of the head as he left sparing no other words for the troublesome plant. Luida on the other hand, gave Vash a reassuring smile and held out a tablet for him. “Maybe you should have a read of this.” Taking the tablet and flashing it up, eyebrows raising as he first started reading before his brow furrowed. “We’ve got another few hours while the culture grows, hopefully she’ll be on the mend in no time.” 

Tablet in hand, Vash found his gaze moving back towards you once more running a hand through his short hair. He knows you. Knows you on a level far deeper than the glimpse into your past shown on the screen. He’s seen you let others sink bullets in you to defend someone else, taken and given tongue lashings in regards to so many subjects. Heard about your views on life and just how precious it is for reasons so different from his own. He’s heard you talk about the world in such a way that it both makes his heart race and causes a feeling of contentment to wash over him. 

You’ve changed from the woman that was shown in that image, he knows that, knows it as clearly as he knows lines of his own palm. So how could he have been ready to bolt, even if just for a moment from you because of that? ‘Everyone has a blank ticket’ ringing in his head, the chance to change. You had done that. 

Swallowing as the few steps he takes feels more like iles, lowering down to the ground beside your form and pulling you into his lap so your head is rested against his thigh instead of the small pillow. One hand starting to glide through your hair in what he hopes is a soothing motion once more, pressing a button to illuminate the tablet and starting to read the files loaded onto it for him by Luida.

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp

[heavencasteel420]

It's wild to me when people miss just how bad Lonnie Byers is. I didn't watch the first season too closely the first time around, but I distinctly remember being taken aback by his malevolence. I think I was familiar with Joyce's general situation as a struggling single mom going in, and, before I knew any details, I was sort of picturing her ex-husband as a messy, disappointing, absent father with substance abuse problems. Definitely the kind of guy who can wreak a lot of havoc on his family, but not necessarily cruel or ill-meaning. But, almost immediately, information was revealed that made me go "oh, this guy is just bad news and the rest of the family needs restraining orders yesterday." For example:

Joyce says that he called Will (a twelve-year-old who's never had a romantic relationship and may not even be fully aware of his sexuality) the f-slur. Even in the ranks of homophobic and toxic-masculinity-ridden parents, this is the nuclear option. Lonnie's not ignoring that his son could be gay, as many homophobic parents are content to do; he's picked up on it and he's decided to reject him right away. He's not stopping at calling him a girl or a sissy (which would still be hurtful and damaging); he's using the nastiest slur he can. This shows an astounding level of cruelty.

He doesn't return Joyce's calls about their missing tween son and, when Jonathan confronts him about it, he doesn't just claim not to have gotten them or make a weak excuse, like a dysfunctional but not deliberately mean parent might. Instead, he smirks and makes the ridiculous claim that he thought Joyce just forgot where Will was. Which, to me, suggests that he took some sadistic pleasure in making Joyce worry.

He's just so incredibly..."off" with Jonathan in the Indianapolis scenes. On some level, I think he's trying to be a "cool dad" and "win" the divorce: disparaging Joyce, saying that he wants to spend time with Jonathan, introducing Jonathan to Cynthia in a sort of proud way, showing off his car. This would be lousy in any context, but it's downright disturbing that he thinks he can do this when Jonathan is (a) frantically searching for Will (for whom Lonnie shows no concern) and (b) obviously angry at and wary (if not outright scared) of Lonnie. He's standing there looking amused seconds after Jonathan, in clear distress, shoves him off. There's just no recognition of what Jonathan is going through.

The whole Cynthia thing is weird, right? She goes from being pissed/alarmed that Jonathan (a stranger to her) has entered the house for unknown reasons, to looking kind of horrified/sad when she realizes that Jonathan is Lonnie's son, to joking with Lonnie that she might trade him in for the "younger model." Which kind of makes it seem like she thinks Lonnie will like this joke about how she, an adult woman, wants to have sex with his sixteen-year-old son. Like it'll appeal to his vanity or something, because he sees Jonathan as an extension of himself. Now, I think there are plenty of situations where well-meaning parents might not see an issue with other adults complimenting their child's appearance; it's pretty normalized in many circles to say "he's gonna be a heartbreaker" or "I bet you have to beat the boys off with a stick" or whatever. But usually it isn't on the level of "I'd do him."

Lonnie acts so different when he comes to Hawkins for the funeral, and, having seen him in Indianapolis, it comes across as extremely insincere from the beginning. He's going to play the authoritarian father and tell Jonathan to take down his Evil Dead poster after his weird-ass "cool dad" performance? Gross.

I think the number that Lonnie does on Joyce and Jonathan to keep them from communicating is, in a quiet way, the most upsetting thing that happens in the entire show. It's the show's equivalent of the door-close scene in The Godfather. This is the closest that Joyce ever comes to giving up on finding Will; the fake body and the US government can't make her doubt herself as completely as Lonnie can, with a bottle of vodka and some phony kindness. Meanwhile, Lonnie knows exactly where to hit Jonathan to make him keep his mouth shut. He doesn't have Jonathan's love or respect, and Jonathan's not too afraid to confront him directly, but telling him that he'll hurt his mom and make her crazy if he says anything does the trick. It's chilling because you can easily imagine that this has happened many times in the Byers family ("Of course I didn't cheat on you/gamble away your paycheck/hit the kids, Joyce! I'm really worried about you--you're imagining things that aren't there" or "Don't go telling your mother about this--you know how upset she gets. You don't want to do that to her, right? You're going to make her sick").

So it's pretty galling when fans (and, honestly, sometimes the show) minimizes how rancid he is.

#lonnie byers #joyce byers #jonathan byers #will byers #tw child abuse #tw domestic abuse #tw csa #(in an abundance of caution) #i think it's telling that so much has to happen for jonathan to tell joyce anything #he's gotta be in a room with her (noticeably less frail and unsure than earlier) #hopper (an authority figure who's been kind to him and his mom and has expressed a genuine desire to know) #and nancy (who encouraged him to tell his mom about the demogorgon from the beginning)

[pennywirdo]

WIDE WAKE

Tess Servopoulos x f!reader

warning: +18 | Tess Servopoulos, smut, age difference, praise kink, dirty talk, needy reader, softdom!Tess, fingering (f!reader receiving) oral (Tess receiving) | Hope you like it, requests open!♥️

You were just about to fall asleep, your body completely relaxed between the blankets on the bed. The water stopped falling inside the bathroom and you force open your eyes just to see her leaving, entering the dark room completely naked. You could watch from the corner of your eye as she let her hair down and dressed in just a black T-shirt and panties. Your eyes closed as soon as you felt her hand on your arm, a "come over there" without waking you up. You hide your shuddering breath as she lies behind you, pressing her body against yours and running her hand around your waist. Her breath was soft on your neck, and her scent washed over you as she tightened her arm around your waist.

"Awake, babe?" she whispers against your ear in a slurred voice. Your heart starts racing, and you silently deny it, with a smirk she can't see. "Oh no, I'll have to cum alone..." She whispers wryly, gripping your hips tightly and grinding against you just once. You bite your bottom lip, already feeling the intimacy throb against your panties. She adjusts her legs comfortably under hers, her fingers playing slowly on your stomach. Pressing the butt against her, the caresses went down your belly, stopping at the waistband of the shorts. Her hand snakes between your thighs and you lazily spread your legs apart, stifling a groan as you felt her fingertips brush your wet entrance through the shorts.

"It's a pity you're sleeping..." She rubs against you again, moving her hand around your waist and squeezing your breasts slowly, as if she doesn't want to wake you. Your heart was pounding in time with your pussy, and she had barely touched you."Won't even feel when I suck your tiddies, right?" She whispers slowly, pulling your shirt up and squeezing the nipple between her fingers. A low moan escapes your lips and you hears her muffled laugh, her fingers returning to your pussy, this time under your shorts.

"Fuck..." she whispers almost moaning, slipping her fingers through your completely soaked folds, you pant shakily, slowly moving your hips against her indecent touch. "How deny your pussy like that?" A finger slides inside you in a embarrassing ease, you hold your breath feeling her come out and torture your sensitive spot with too slow circles, that pressure on your pussy already made your mind empty, you cautiously try to make her move faster, wanting more. Anything.

"Aw sweetie, I'm sorry... I'll stop now to let you sleep" She teases, her voice getting more and more affected with lust. Whimpering in frustration, you tried to hold her wrist in place as she took her fingers away from you She was watching your despair with her eyes fixed on how you wiggled into her, not moving the fingers as you tried to rub yourself against them to ease the strong throbbing between your legs.

"If you don't touch me, I'll do without you" You call over your shoulder, drawing her gaze to you, you could almost see her biting her bottom lip, taking one last look at your ass rubbing her tight. A low moan ripped from the back of your neck, and her fingers were already taking you again, sliding over the throbbing clit before entering your pussy. Your eyes roll back slightly, that feeling washing over your senses even stronger. You close your eyes forgetting for a moment that you were almost asleep.

"Nice and quiet baby..." She whispers sweetly in your ear, nothing compared to the shamelessness she touches your pussy, keeping you on edge for as long as you can stand it, you've never felt so horny. It was all so erotic and exciting, and the feel of her body on yours, rubbing your ass and literally fucking your sensitive pussy would have you wet your panties for days on end just by the memory of it.

"Still sleeping?" You slowly nod your head in agreement, biting your lips and eyes closed. How could her voice be so sexy!? "Good girl..." and sucks her neck, holy shit! Her fingers made a crooked back and forth and you tightened around her, closer and closer listening to her gasp in your ear. Tess rather make you feel good, but nothing compared when she gave in and tasted the pleasure she practically wrung from you. Almost insatiable, and you loved giving her anything she wanted and asked for.

"Holy shit..." she whispers moaning as she rubs herself against you in the same rhythm as she fucks you with her fingers. Your mouth waters, imagining how she looks like under her panties. Her arm tenses under your fingers and you grip your breathing, legs shaking, suddenly very close to coming.

"Oh fuck... Fuck Tess!" Your voice sounds more high-pitched and desperate than usual, you feel your legs heat up, your eyes roll back and the moans come hard from your lips. Mind completely stoned with pleasure, you grind your hips against her fingers, trying to prolong the feeling of the crushing, explosive orgasm, her low, muffled moans in your ear going straight to your pussy, pulsing hard as she sucks on your neck.

"Pussy so fucking good..." going in deep one last time before pulling out, she slows down and your legs shake in spasm. You breathe hard and strain your eyes open towards her as she sucks the fingers with your taste. The room was hot and smelled like sex, and you weren't sleepy after her. Your mind just wanted to go into her panties like she did to you. Before you can say anything, her hands are on yours waist, turning you towards her. It was heavenly. She knelt beside you, her hair falling over her shoulders and her face slightly flushed.

"Tess..." you moan feeling her hands squeeze your breasts and the wet sensation of her tongue on your nipple was enough to rip the last thread of consciousness that was left, it was unbelievable what she did to you. "Let me... Fuuuck" you moaned while she sucked and lightly bit the other like a hungry woman. With your eyes closed, your hands reach her thigh, and without wanting to wait, your fingers feel the wetness of her panties. She lets go of her breasts, your eyes fixed on her face by the dim light from the window, her concentration as the touch merged into more pleasure, leaving you wanting her even more, your fingers slipping her arousal over the fabric.

"Let me feel you..." you say almost begging, leaning on your elbows for her to lie down and you finally can put your mouth on her. She laughs softly, resting her hand on your collarbone, laying you back on the bed. "No Tess please! " You speak in a tearful tone, eyes closed, feeling the bed move where she was kneeling.

"C'mon, isn't what you want?" she speaks low and sultry and you open your eyes that almost go wide at the image. She straddled you lap, brushing back her hair before crawling on all fours. You had no other reaction than to run your hands down her legs as you watched the naughty smile she had on her lips, going to ride your face. You didn't know where to look first, at her taking off her shirt and giving you a view of her breasts free of the shirt, or at her pussy covered in completely wet panties inches from your mouth. "I want like this..." She smiles contentedly as she runs her hand lovingly through your hair, the look in her eyes denoting how much she wanted to come. Even if not as confident, you would make her wait, just like she does you.

You run your hands over her ass, squeezing hard as she gasps, her green eyes darkening with lust. You kiss her thigh and lick slowly where the arousal overtook her panties and you could almost hear her moan as you ran your tongue over her fabric, tasting and smelling her. Impatient, she leans even closer to your face. "Always so needy, huh?" she drawls, fingers threading through your hair, she knew what that did to you, and you were tempted to give her what she wanted. You nod obediently as you lick and taste her, you wanted to see her give in, you wanted to see her curse you to come soon. Your hands snake down her back, past her waist, to her breasts, where you've squeezed and wiggled your fingers around her little pouts. She starts rolling against your tongue, almost desperate now, but she would never admit it.

"I know what you're doing..." she spoke slowly through clenched teeth as she pulled your hair, game over for you, and she won. "Stop this teasing shit!" Her fingers pull her panties to the side and before you can claim the taste of her invades your tongue, almost sweet and slick. The grip on your hair tightens and you close your eyes, moving your tongue over the sensitive spot, listening to her heavy breathing merge into low, arousing moans that come from her throat and go straight to your pussy, and you can feel yourself pulsing through her again, but you wanted to feel her come, you needed that. "Just like that sweetie, the way I taught you…" she drops her head back as you licked her swollen clit and then thrust your tongue into her cunt, trying to take everything she gave you, her fingers gripping your hair, not pulling.

Your hands clenched her ass, feeling the soft skin flex under your fingers as she straddled your mouth. "So fucking good…" You open your eyes to watch: the shuddering breaths along with the hoarse moans, the fine sheen of sweat that made her body glisten in the dim light from the window, the few strands of hair plastered to her forehead as the brown waterfall lapped against her breasts, the eyes closed and the expression of pure pleasure stamped on her face as her hips moved back and forth faster and faster.

"Fuck baby, like that!" her body leans forward resting one hand on the headboard. You kept your eyes open and fixed on her as you breathed hard, feeling her muscles waver against your fingers, her moans growing more intense. Her folds slid across your tongue in slow, tight circles, completely indecent and almost pornographic. Her fingers pressing tightly into your hair betrayed the pleasure she felt.

"That's it babe!" She whispers shakily, totally controlled by the pleasure of the orgasm. You couldn't take your eyes off her as she moaned and bit her lips, and you could barely breathe with her thighs squeezing you. Holding thighs thick with force, her honey dripping down your chin, as your tongue darted out from her entrance, licking all over as much as you could and back on her sensitive clit. "W-wait, holy shit.." Your scalp stopped complaining with the grip of her fingers as she slowly lifts from your mouth, still kneeling in. You licked your lips at the addictive taste of her, alternating your gaze between her trying to catch her breath with both hands resting on the headboard and her gleaming pussy inches from your face.

"Now I'm awake, Tess"

#smut tess servopoulos #lgbtqiia+ #lesbian #anna torv #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

[pervysenpaix]

18+ NSFW CONTENT| MDNI TW! PissKink✨

Denki Kaminari standing shirtless in the middle of the room. Blunt cocked to the side of his mouth, occasionally taking drags while he spams the controller and talks shit through his headset. Ripped black jeans clinging to his slim figure, unzipped just enough for his cock to slip through. It’s a pretty dick, thick and veiny with a cute little pink mushroom tip, topped with a bundle of yellow curls. He looked divine in this setting and you were completely enraptured. From his cool demeanor you’d never be able to tell that he was receiving the best blowjob of his life. It was wet and sloppy. Your mouth was so hot, plush lips wrapped around his cock so nicely. One hand stroking the thick base while the other squeezes his ass. Head bobbing faster and faster because you could feel him twitching in your mouth, signaling that he was close. He never said anything, continued joking with his bros like nothing was happening, but you could tell by the way his breathing slowed and his words slurred. It wasn’t the weed that had him feel euphoric. He was so close but he didn’t want to cum without you feeling good too. So he snapped his fingers and motioned a circle in the air, signaling for you to turn around. And like a good little slut you did, hands and knees on the floor, wiggling your as enticingly. That earns a sharp smack. Burning pleasure making you giggle and arch deeper. He shakes his head, taking one last puff before placing it between your lips. Hot air feels your lungs just as the fat head of his cock slips through your folds and prods at your entrance. His pace is brutal, snapping his hips relentlessly and shocking your clit with his thumb, bringing you both to orgasm quickly. Everything feels so good. He doesn’t know if it’s the good weed , the good pussy or the fact that he’s so in love, but he feels free. Loose. Like he can just let go … “d-Denki?” Your voice was small, eyes widening as you felt the hot stream on your lower back. His eyes fluttered opened slowly then he groaned when he saw what he was doing. Pissing on your cum covered ass. “F-fuck, Sunshine. Feels so good” he groans, directing the stream from your back and up your spine. The husky tone of his voice had you shivering, the warm trickles and his moans sending you deeper into to subspace. His hands ran under the stream, rubbing it further into your melanated skin making it all wet and shiny. “Shit , baby. See what you do to me ?” He asks, tapping his growing semi on your cheeks. Your pornographic moan was his breaking point. He fucked you again, this time harder and deeper. Making you scream his name and vice versa. Calling you his “pissy little Princess” and encouraging you too pee on him too. Video game and headset long forgotten. His friends are scarred for life.

#got bored and this happened. #missed my flight so yeah #piss kink goes crazy #piss kink ✨ #denki drabble #denki smut #denki x black reader #denki kaminari #kaminari x reader

[ererokii]

Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

If these themes make you uncomfortable or you rather avoid, please block the tag “AOT SMUT” WC: 1.7K

Also thank you to the amazing @galair for this beautiful art🥺 everyone go check her out

Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me. 

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers. 

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment. 

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock. 

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air. 

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest. 

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body. 

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life. 

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs. 

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other. 

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes. 

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering. 

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs. 

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit. 

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs. 

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement. 

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality. 

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down. 

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again. 

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic. 

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you. 

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down. 

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at. 

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention. 

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so. 

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright. 

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you. 

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position. 

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot. 

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#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader smut #Eren Jaeger x reader smut #tw: monster fucking #Titan Eren #Titan Eren smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on Titan x reader #shingeki no Kyojin x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren imagines #eren Jaeger imagines #aot smut

[fanficwritersworld]

Looking At Me

Summary: You can see the future and help your crush out

Pairing: Jon Kent x Meta!Reader

Word Count: 833

Warnings: Mentions of unwanted advances, broken bones and the P.A by Eowells

Masterlist|Prompt List

Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath, huh

When I circle the room, you an owl, you gon' twist your head

(Y/N) (L/N), Smallville High’s very own mystery. You never let people get too close to you, no one touches you and you don’t touch them. Students think you are a germaphobe or in a witness protection program. But you sure as hell caught someone’s eyes.

Jonathan Kent.

Don't you come at me green with an attitude when my lips and my soles are red

If I leave you behind, you can look for the broken necks

Some of the boys at school wanted your attention, cat calling, trying to give you a peck on the lips. Hell even some girls and non-binary at the school wanted the quiet girl from meta invested Central City.

Jon became your first friend since you were seven. He respected your boundaries and still found ways to make you feel normal again. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t developed a small crush on him. He was sweet, kind, caring, bold and very, very taken from what you’ve heard.

Cause I've been here once or twice

Never worry 'bout the eyes, c'mon

You could see the future, sort of. If you touched someone you could see a glimpse of their future. It could be any touch, a simple brush if skin and then your eyes would glow (F/C). You were so careful, every step you took was calculated, every word, where you went. But Jon was spontaneous and funny.

From the moment he saw you at Harvest Fest, he fell. Literally fell over you, spilling his flask. You saw his future, hearing the snap of his bone. You gasped before being pulled back into reality. “Jesus, Jon! What the fuck are you doing!” You scolded him, smelling the cheap ass beer on his breath. “I… just… fuckkk” He slurred, barely even getting up on the floor. You rolled your eyes, helping him up. At least now you could control the glimpses.

“Come on handsome, let’s find Jordan before your parents blow a fuse” You groaned, supporting him on your shoulders.

Don't just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they're looking at you

They looking at me

Word got around that someone had made contact with you. You got stares and whispers once more and decided to stay home. Your dad convinced you to go the the Metropolis game, saying your mother would be there.

You didn’t like football much, but you wanted to support your friend. Besides your mother didn’t show up so you needed a ride back too.

I could make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

You don’t know how, but Jon managed to convince you to go drinking with him and the team. You don’t even remember how the stupid fight happened. One minute you were helping to calm Jordan the next you put your hand in front of Jon and SNAP!

You felt your bone snap, just like Jon, jike like your vision. “Fuck!” You gritted your teeth, keeping your hand close to your chest. “Shit, Jon, (Y/N) I am so sorry!” Jordan apologised, brings you both away from the crowd.

You looked at the twins, forgetting the pain. “Are you a meta too?” You asked Jordan, who was texting his Dad. Jon and Jordan shared a look. “You don’t have to tell me. Just please don’t freak out” You told the before closing your eyes. Your bones glowed as if they were surrounded by glass.

You looked down, seeing what was broken. “I can see the future, and this happened too. I was there when the Particle Accelerator went boom” You explained before wincing in pain. “Don’t worry, just close your eyes. Everything’s gonna be fine” Jon told you.

But they're looking at me babe

'Cause they looking at me baby

You opened the door, surprised to see Jon on the other side. “Hey, here to sign my cast or something?” You asked him, smirking at his shocked face. He let out a sheepish laugh. “No, I just wanted to see how you were holding up” He admitted. You smiled at him. “Quit looking at me like that handsome” You rolled your eyes.

Jon went red at the nickname. “You… You think I’m handsome?” He asked, gain some confidence back. You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean, Andrew Garfield isn’t around. Yeah I think you’re pretty handsome” You told him, no shame in your words.

Jon smiled at you, making you go weak at the knees. “Maybe you wanna go out with me? Friday night?” Jon asked, hope filled in his cute eyes.

“Sure, don’t be late” You told him, pecking his cheek.

I can make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They looking at me

#jon kent x meta!reader #jon kent x reader #jordan kent #jonathan kent imagine #superman and lois #clark kent #lois lane #jonathan kent #spotify #Spotify

[leatherednlace]

Jolene

Dean Winchester x Male reader

Tags - Drinking, Tipsy, Sad, Phone calls, Mentions of Sam x Male reader, Revenge, Kissing, Dean Winchester puts the P in A, Riding, Hickies, Dirty talk, Praise, Slow sex, Aftercare

You watch as the man of your dreams, sam winchester fall in love with a women...you out of your mind, angry, upset for him leading you on, you call Dean to take you home...by telling Dean, now’s your chance to get back at sam...

A/N - Thank the “slowed” version of Jolene for this...

Taglist - @flamencodiva @wonder-cole @superfanficnatural @that-one-gay-girl

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You took the last swig of your drink, the glass slightly cold in your hand, but the feeling was so comforting...the numbness.

“Another”

You slurred. Your eyes set on the pair in the far corner, you could already feel your blood boil, stomach turning, mouth twisting in disgusting.

There he was, hands on the strangers hips, moving there bodies to the music, he was heavily intoxicated clearly by the empty sets of glasses on the table they were once sat at.

You sigh...music filling the void, the drink making your head fuzzy with each beat. You continued watching them closely. Sam was never like this with you, his hands never travelled up your back, never wound up in your hair, lips never met yours...

Shaking your head...you had enough, you wanted more, anything.

You heard the regular knock of the glass being placed infront of you, the whiskey sat at the bottom, the brown liquor making your mouth water, you needed it.

You bring the glass to your lips, taking a swig, you feel the burn which was very addictive, your throat already revelling in the contact, but you wanted to go home, to feel those soft blankets wrap around your body keeping you warm.

Sam wasn’t paying any attention to you at all, as if you were invisible, non-existent. You could feel the usual pang in your chest, the hurt, the empty feeling, everytime you thought of him.

One of your hands steadily dove into your left trouser pocket, you pulled it out, as soon as the phone screen turned on, your eyes flicked over the 2 missed calls from Dean...why Dean?

Your eyebrows furrowed, without thinking, presumably letting the alcohol take over, you tap call. A wave of nervousness travelled across your body, hands standing up on your arm, why were you having this reaction?

“Hello?”

The deep, gruff, slightly soothing voice echoed in your ears, you couldn’t help the groan that left your lips, not only was it Dean...but his voice...

“D-Dean...”

He could already tell, a sigh sounded from the speaker, you don’t blame him, you had told him you wouldn’t get drunk, but he can thank Sam for that.

“Are you drunk?”

You nodded, but blurted out a sloppy “y-yeh”. You couldn’t help think why Dean hadn’t hung up yet, but you were glad he hadn’t, nothing ever compared to how...horrible you felt right now...

“You want something?”

You paused, to regain a somewhat “sober” state.

“D-Dean can y-you come p-pick me up...Sammy left me alone f-for some woman.”

You awaited an answer, clearly he was annoyed, not at you, but at his brother. He felt kind of sorry for you, Sam had been leading you on for all these months...it’s not right...he would treat you so much better.

“Hold on...”

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Silence.

The silence was like a heavy weight, both you and Dean keeping your eyes on the road. You tried mustering up some kind of plan to forget about Sam and what he was doing...what his deal was with kissing that woman.

But you couldn’t, every touch, every kiss, they were like memories imprinted into the back of your head, everytime you closed your eyes, you saw the way Sam was with her...he was never like that with you.

You could feel the tears brim at your bottom lids. You could feel anger course it’s way through your veins, taking over your body.

“What Sam did...” Dean paused, correcting himself “is doing...it’s not right, it’s not fair” Dean kept his eyes on the road, glancing back at you and forth to see if you were okay.

“It isn’t...D-Dean nothing’s fair...not in this life, we are hunters, we hel-“

You were cut off by Dean pulling off the road into a lay by, he couldn’t handle seeing you like this, the guilt he saw in your eyes every time he looked at you, Sam has broken you.

Parking the car he switched the engine off, twisting the keys and sliding them into his pocket. Placing a warm, comforting hand on your thigh he shook his head.

“Listen...I can’t control my brother or his actions, what he did tonight shouldn’t really be any of my concern but I can’t bare to see you like...”

His voice had you shivering, it was a comfort at this point, deep, quiet, much like a whisper but loud enough to not be. You looked to his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, smiling weakly to yourself.

You look up into his green orbs, everything stilled as if time itself switched off, if only for mere seconds. “It’s nice to know i have someone fighting in my corner...”

Your words were rather breathy, both of you close...too close to be friends. Dean’s hand squeezed your thigh, his eyes asking if this was okay...there was a slight pause as you watch Dean closely, hungry tongue lapping over his dry bottom lip.

“I-Is this okay?”

Removing his slightly warm hand from your thigh, he brought it up to cusp your cheek, pulling your face towards his own, nothing could prepare you for the way his lips crashed against your own, this wasn’t needy...this was want.

This kiss was wet, deep, everything you had dreamed of...with Sam. But what was this feeling? Butterflies? Maybe...Maybe Dean was the problem solver here, What if it was Dean all along?

Dean sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it. A whimper escapes you as Dean took charge, his tongue sliding against yours in a fight for dominance, clearly he’s won.

Soft grunts left his lips at the sounds of your whimpers, they sounded oh so heavenly. You move closer wanting to feel more, his hands pulling you into his lap. You were now situated on his lap, knees at either side of Dean’s thighs, his tongue still in your mouth.

He pulled away, eye’s now getting a good look of you, your features. “God your more beautiful then I remember”. Dean already managed to make you feel good with just words…you wonder how else he could do that.

You feel yourself blush underneath the street light, Dean chuckled deeply, clothed cock brushing against your ass. “D-Dean please make me f-feel good” you moan sloppily, hoping he would take charge of the situation and make you forget.

His hands pushed down your rather loose bottoms past your hips, your bare ass on show. You hiss at the cold air now surrounding you, hands clinging onto his shoulders as he manoeuvres your trousers and boxers.

Your cock sprung free and rested against his clothed stomach. Dean smirked knowing it was him doing this to you, making you hard under his touch.

“I’ve always wanted to make you feel good…fuck” he groans into your ear, his deep gruff voice forcing a shiver out of you. Your hands wonder down to his belt, unlooping it from it’s confines, finding it easier to unzip his trousers.

He buries his face between the crook of your neck, hiding away as he nibbles on the soft skin. One of your hands dive into his now open trousers, grazing the plump hard on he was sporting.

You pull him out, now feeling the heavy weight of it in your hands. Dean moans at the slight friction your hand gives his aching member…god he was a mess.

“I-I need to feel y-you”

You place his aching tip at your wanting entrance, plunging into you.

The low rumbling moans that leave his lips make you clench around him, squeezing him tighter, “oh my God.” Dean can’t even find the words. 

You whimper in pain, the feeling of his thickness stretching you to accommodate his size.

Chanting your name over and over, whimpering as he sinks further into your warmth, as deep as he can possibly go. He grips onto you for dear life, as if he’d loose you.

His lips circle the shell of your ear, nibbling the soft area, breath fanning against it. “So fucking tight” he groans, using his hands to force your hips up and down, bouncing away in his lap.

Holding each other, you stay connected for a little while, enjoying the moment as Dean continues his harsh thrusts, rocking his hips into your tight heat, whimpers sounded out into the now fogged-up car.

“So much better then Sammy” you groan, this only had Dean slowing his hips, now pointing his aim at your sweet spot. “Love feeling myself deep in you…balls pressed to this ass” he gives it a smack, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure.

“Thought about this for years…’bout plunging my cock deep inside your little boy pussy…”

That’s all it takes for the coil to snap, you cling to Dean, hands squeezing his skin tightly as you scream his name, your cock twitched as you released your load onto his flannel, vision turning white.

“That’s it…squeeze around me, milk m- shit” Dean cums deep within you, load after load filling you making sure you knew who you belonged too. His eyes closed tightly…you could hear him pant, hardly able to catch his own breath.

He chuckles, half blissed. His eyes watched you closely, one of his hands coming up to cup your left cheek, taking in your features.

“How was it…” he mutters.

Your too fucked out and slightly tipsy to even open your mouth, instead you kiss him to show how much this actually means to you. Dean held you against his chest, kissing back with the same amount of passion.

Sammy was now a distant thought, everywhere you looked there was Dean…this felt right.

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[sunflower-gvf]

Medicine

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

SMUT, THIS ONE IS SO FILTHY SO PLZ 18+

Warnings: degrading kink, size kink, p in v, facefucking, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, choking, spanking, slapping, spitting, a little bit of pain kink, fluff at the end

~not my gif~

It started out like any other show, you watched from backstage as Harry performed. But tonight something was different, every note he sung and every movement he made had you aching for him. You didn’t think it could get any worse, but you spoke too soon. You heard the opening to “Medicine” and mentally cursed. Seeing him throw his head back with a slight moan in one part had you soaking through the flimsy fabric of your panties. As soon as the show was over you ran to his dressing room, pulling off your clothes and laying on the small couch.

“Fuck,” You breathed as your fingers made circles on your clit, trying to relieve the built up tension. Soft moans and whimpers fell from your mouth, too focused on reaching your high to realize you weren’t alone.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry’s voice broke you out of your trance. Pulling your hand off your body, you saw him standing at the end of the couch, steam practically coming out of his ears. 

“I-I, I didn’t-” You stuttered, trying to find some sort of excuse. 

“Spit it out, angel.” You stayed silent, knowing you didn’t have a good excuse. He walked over, towering over your desperate body. “You know you shouldn’t touch yourself without my permission.” His ring clad hand roughly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. 

“Please, Harry.” He slapped your cheek, rings stinging your face.

“‘S not my name, is it, darling?” He tilted his head, taunting you.

“Please, Daddy.” You corrected, a grin taking over his face at the name.

“On your knees.” Scrambling to the floor, you knelt on the scratchy carpet. You went to unbutton his pants but his hands quickly slapped them away. “No touching, baby.” Whimpering at his words, you watched as he removed all his clothing.

“Daddy please, I need you.” You whined but were quickly cut off by Harry’s hands pulling your hair.

“Shut the fuck up, you’ll take what I give you.” His words barely registered in your head as you opened your mouth and he forced you onto his cock. A salty taste filled your mouth as he did a few test-thrusts, making sure you were okay. After he knew you could handle it, he picked up his face, fucking your mouth. “Fuck, you like that, angel? You like me fucking your mouth?” You choked around his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. The sound of Harry fucking your mouth and his moans filled the room. You could feel him getting close right before he pulled away. “You okay?”

“I need you so bad, Daddy.” Your words were raspy due to the previous assault on your throat. Harry said nothing, pulling you up by wrapping a large hand around your throat. He sat on the small couch and pulled your body over his so your lap was across his.

“Count.” Was all he said before landing a smack on your ass.

“O-One,” You breathed out, the pain sending pleasure throughout your body. “Two,” You couldn’t even think about anything else other than him. 

“F-Fifteen,” When your “punishment” if you could call it that, was finally over you were actually dripping onto his thighs.

“Makin’ a mess of m’thighs, angel.” One of his fingers ran through your folds, swiping across your wetness. 

“Please, Daddy, I need you so bad, I can’t.” Tears started to pool in your eyes. Once again, he had no reply. Harry pulled you up by your hair, forcing you to walk backwards until your bare back came in contact with the wall. 

“Do y’really think I’d give you want y’want just because of some tears?” He faked sympathy as he wiped them off from underneath your eyes. He brought his lips to your ear, “You’re gonna get whatever I give you, without complaining.”

“Daddy please, I promise I won’t disobey you again, just please fuck me.” The tears he wiped away finally fell, mascara running down your cheeks. 

“You asked for it, angel.” His words confused you, but that confusion was quickly wiped away when he pushed into you. Harry gave you no time to adjust to his size, quickly thrusting in and out of you.

“O-Oh my god, you’re so big, Daddy. Feels so good.” You were a complete mess under him, the sound of your moans reverberated throughout the small room. He snaked a hand around your throat and his rings digging into your throat. The lack of air only added to the heightening pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Open your mouth,” You were confused but did so anyways. It was a pleasurable surprise when he spit into your mouth. “Swallow.”

“F-Fuck!” You moaned. He slapped your cheek once more. 

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore?” He growled into your ear, his pace never once faltering. “Gotta be quiet f’me, don’t want everyone to hear you moaning under me like a cockslut,” His words made you clench around him and moan louder, causing him to cover your mouth with his other hand. “Oh, you’d like that, though, wouldn’t you? Everyone watching while you fall apart f’me, such a fucking whore.” His words were degrading, but they only spurred you on and brought you closer to your release.

“Daddy, fuck, please I can’t, I need to cum. Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl.” You sobbed, desperate to cum.

“Yeah? C’mon then, cum f’me, show me how good you are.” Those words were all you needed and you fell off the edge. Your entire body shook and eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt him finish inside of you. The exhaustion quickly took over as the adrenaline wore off, your body would’ve collapsed onto the floor if it wasn’t for Harry holding you up. “Are you okay, angel? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” You opened your eyes to see him stroking your hair while bringing you over to the couch.

“No, it was amazing, H, you’re amazing.” He could barely understand what you were saying because of how slurred together your words were.

“C’mon, let’s get home so we can properly clean you up.” Harry tried his best to put your clothes back on your mostly limp body. “Thank you for t’night, I love you. My perfect angel.” 

a/n

PHEW IS IT HOT IN HERE OR IS IT JUST ME?

also i havent proof read this so there are probably mistakes

i was listening to medicine and this came into my brain so enjoy

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[bokuroskitten]

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥

〈 you and kuroo have been together for years. Bokuto is his closest ally, so what happens when theres a breach.

† genre/pairing: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI Yakuza AU, Bokuto Koutarou x Fem!Reader.

† word count: 4.2k

† warnings: dubcon (corersion / power imbalance), pining, fingering (f!receiving), creampie, unproctected sex, aftercare if you squint, possessive behaviour.

❦ this lovely piece is for @sugawara-sweetheart decadence collab! I’m slipping in right before the due date hehe! Please check out all the other amazing pieces in collab. Also shoutout to @semisgroupie for beta reading this for me! Ily dee ❦ please let me know what you all think!

You can still remember it, the day Kuroo finally asked to be your boyfriend. Standing outside of the gym, still sweaty from practice. He had come all the way to Fukurodani Academy from his college in Tokyo just to make sure he caught you leaving the gym.

He had been so nervous, taking your hand into his and giving you that classic smirk you loved so dearly.

“I know you have a volleyball team to run, but do you think you have time for a boyfriend too?”

You had been together ever since, even when you graduated, even when Kuroo had to drop out to take over for his father, even when you discovered his father ran a large chunk of the Japanese Yakuza’s underground division.

Kuroo had always been careful, he never brought that life home to you. You were his angel, his precious kitten. Whatever hardships, shady dealings, and dangerous activity he had to do was kept away from home. Away from you at any and all costs.

His job and his life with you was kept separate, for your safety mostly. He has enemies on the other side that would do anything to get their hands on the great Kuroo Tetsuro’s little fiancé and that alone was enough for Kuroo to keep you safe, hidden, and protected with the help of his closest allies.

Which consisted of Bokuto Koutarou. You were already well acquainted with the silver owl, considering the two of you had gone to the same high school. Bokuto had gone into the Yakuza around the same time Kuroo did, easily making a name for himself so his father could enjoy the rest of his life without crime attached to his name. Kuroo and Bokuto stayed close, and got even closer when they had to step into this lifestyle.

Allies were important to have, Kuroo and Bokuto knew this and used their long term friendship to their advantage. Bokuto was one of the only people who knew exactly who you were, your true identity and your relationship to Kuroo. He was to look after you if Kuroo had any “business trips” or had to suddenly leave for “meetings.” Kuroo trusted him to keep you safe, and Bokuto promised to do just that.

What Bokuto hadn’t expected was to fall for you.

He had always seen you like a cute underclassman, always trying your hardest to make everyone happy. Never once did he think he’d start to notice the way your hips swayed when you walked, or how plump your lips were when you applied lip gloss.

It had to be your fault. Maybe you were doing this all on purpose. Bokuto knew himself, and he knew he wasn’t the type of person to fall for his best friend's fiance. So that means it had to be you, maybe you were trying to get his attention when you wore those pretty skirts, maybe you were trying to pull him in when you batted your lashes at him.

Bokuto couldn’t take it anymore, not when he started staring at you a little longer than he should, not when he started to get hard in your presence. Especially not when he started to fuck his fist late at night, hips humping wildly into his palm as your name vibrated off his lips.

So he decided to do something about it. The opportunity presented itself when Kuroo called him up, told him he had some last-minute business to attend to and if he could stay the night with you just in case. Of course, Bokuto agreed, reassuring him that you would be completely safe with him.

So that’s how the two of you ended up here, on the couch late into the evening. You were already dozing off, nuzzling your face into a pillow while your legs laid across Bokuto’s lap. Although a movie had been playing, his amber eyes were locked on your legs. He ate up the surface of your skin, eyes lingering until they landed on your crotch which was currently covered in a pair of satin red pajama bottoms.

The ones Kuroo had bought you for your last anniversary.

Bokuto could feel his heart picking up in speed as he smoothed his palm over your leg. Which had been resting on your knee, but he moved it up, rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You stirred a bit, a yawn slipping past your lips.

“Bo, m’sleepy, gunna go to bed.”

He felt his chest tighten, along with the grip he had on your thigh. It made you squirm.

“Don’t go just yet Birdy. Stay up a little longer, yea? We can watch whatever you want.”

“I won’t stay awake.” You rebuttal, attempting to pull your legs away from Bokuto’s lap.

He worked quickly, deciding on tickling your leg. You jolted from the suddenness of the attack, giggles and whines leaving your lips in streams as Bokuto persisted. He worked his way over you, fingers travelling up your sides and continuing the tickling until his hands found your hips.

Your eyes were sparkling with tears when he finally finished the onslaught, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. That task only seemed more complicated when Bokuto’s large palms pressed your hips further into the couch, his much larger figure looming over you.

In the dimness of the living room, his eyes looked different. Lit up by only the subtle glow of the tv. His pupils were blown out, darting between you and your chest. You suddenly became very aware of his piercing gaze, clearing your throat which made his eyes shoot back up to meet yours.

“Koutarou… is something wrong?”

Bokuto had to hold back a moan at the sweet sound of your pretty little voice. Koutarou. His first name so easily slips off your tongue as if you already belong to him. The scar on the corner of his lip twitched when he grinned down at you.

Before you could ask him again his lips were on yours, smothering any words that threatened to question him again. Your eyes widened, shock and confusion and an odd sense of warmth filling your stomach.

You did the first thing that came to mind, you squirmed, whimpered beneath him.

Wrong. This is all wrong. Bokuto was your senpai, a friend, an ally.

What if Kuroo came home?

“B-Bo--” you managed to squeak out when his lips finally left your own, only to begin pressing wet kisses along your jaw, down your chin. Everything was suddenly a little hazy, and you couldn’t tell whether this sensation was fear or something else.

Something that you had only felt for Kuroo for as long as you could remember.

You snapped back into reality when his lips got dangerously close to your chest, lips threatening to pass the hem of the satin neckline. You yelped, fingers going into Bokuto’s hair and giving a harsh tug.

“B-Bokuto! What are--”

“Birdy--” There was a growl in his tone, one that made your fingertips go numb and your breath caught in your throat.

When he looked back at you he didn’t quite look like himself. This is what you pictured Bokuto looked like on the job. Eyes cold, lips held in a stern line. Not a single speckle of that sparkling gold that his orbs usually held. No traces of a grin that his lips usually graced.

This was Bokuto Koutaruo, a businessman, a potential threat, a possible killer.

“Birdy.” He repeated again, softer this time. He must have felt the way you tensed, the way you sunk further into the couch beneath him. He brought his face close to yours once again and to his displeasure you let out a soft whimper.

“Don’t be scared of me baby, I’d never hurt you…”

“But--”

“But what, pretty, what's the matter, hm? Don’t you want me to show you how much I care about you… don’t you wanna feel special…”

His words were slightly slurred, or so they seemed in your head. His tongue was against your ear, tracing along your earlobe as his warm breath fanned against your skin.

It was a familiar scent, bubblegum. Bokuto’s favourite. It seemed too sweet so close to your nose.

His hands smoothed up your sides, thumbs just inches away from slipping up your tank top and it had goosebumps forming all along your skin.

Wrong.

“We can’t.” You muttered, voice sounding much weaker than you wanted it to when Bokuto pressed another kiss behind your ear.

“Why not?” He was relentless, one knee slowly wedging itself between your thighs despite the way you were squirming.

“Kuroo--”

“Kuroo wants me to take care of you Birdy, and I’m doing just that, aren’t I?” You yelped softly when his teeth suddenly sunk into the flesh of your collarbone. When had he moved down so much? Why hadn’t you noticed his sliver spikes tickling your chin or the way his palms had begun to slide the silky material up your skin.

“I’m taking care of you by makin’ you feel good…”

“But--”

“Kuroo’s gonna be happy…” Bokuto continues, his words suddenly sound distant, your body unbelievably hot as his lips find the tops of your breasts. “His pretty kitty is gonna feel safe and pleased when he gets home…”

Your fingers were no longer lost in Bokuto’s hair, rather they were held loosely above your head, one of his big palms keeping them anchored there as he lifted himself.

You whined, the sudden loss of contact making goosebumps rise along your flesh.

Bokuto had a hard time keeping his grin to himself. Your lips were in a small pout, body squirming, eyes holding a little bit of confusion but most of all.

Desire.

He would get you there. He would hear it.

“I want you Koutaruo .”

“Your heart’s beating really fast.” Bokuto’s voice was low, nothing more than a whisper behind the static of the tv. It made a lump form in your chest.

Your chest tightened the further he pulled away from you. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted, but you knew you didn’t want him to leave.

“Koutarou.”

There it was.

He leaned back in, his large palm sliding away from your wrists and down your arm instead. All the way down until he cupped your cheek in a large palm. His thumb swiped along your bottom lip.

He had to hold back a groan when your lips opened up just a sliver when your tongue threatened to touch his thumb.

“Let me take care of you, Birdy.”

“Will Kuroo really be okay with it?”

Your voice shook, soft and sweet and oh so innocent. Naive. Adorable.

Bokuto couldn’t wait to have you all to himself. Clearly, Kuroo hadn’t taught you well enough. But Bokuto would, he would teach you to stay away from guys like him.

“Course he will, baby, he always wants what's best for you, isn't that right?”

All you had to do was nod. A gentle, subtle nod. And Bokuto’s lips were back on yours. It was a deep kiss, pressed tightly to your lips and suppressing any chance of denial. Your fingers were back in his hair, but you didn’t tug this time.

Rather you just ran your fingers through silver locks. A bit stiff from the gel, and yet so very soft.

Soft like Kuroo’s.

“Spread your legs, angel.” That dizzy feeling was back when Bokuto’s words vibrated against your lips. Your legs spread open despite your confusion. They were commanded, working on their own.

Working because of the strings Bokuto has somehow placed on them.

“Good girl.” You shivered. That’s what Kuroo always called you.

Was it him speaking to you?

Bokuto was holding back a groan. He should have felt sick to his stomach, looking down at you between his legs with teary eyes and a slightly confused expression. He should have been thinking of Kuroo, his best friend, ally.

But instead, he just felt himself harden, licking along his lower lip and bringing his large palm to cup your sex. You were so warm, even through the fabric of your shorts.

He rubbed it, slow and soft, his eyes widening as he watched you, twitching and whimpering. You were already becoming so pliant, hips rubbing back into his palm. The longer it went on, the warmer you got.

He was so excited to split you open.

“Tell me what you want.” Bokuto looked into your eyes, waited. He knew the words were there on the tip of your tongue.

“C-Can you…” It was so cute, hearing you stutter over yourself despite the way you shamelessly pressed into his hand.

“Can you touch me, Kou...”

Finally he released his groan, loud and guttural. He moved his hands only a moment, just long enough to grip the hem of your shorts. In one swoop they were off your trembling thighs, discarded on the floor.

You were even more beautiful than Bokuto had imagined, one palm covering your flustered face while your thighs glistened in the dim glow of the tv. And there was your cunt, folds slightly swollen and shiny with your desire.

He would have taken a picture if he could have but that could be saved for another time.

“You’re so pretty baby, you’ve got the perfect little cunt.” Bokuto said with one of his signature grins, the ones that used to make your heart flutter back in high school when he would score a point.

His fingers were gentle, rubbing one large strip along your slit. Slowly he split open your lips, holding back the urge to drool. There was your perfect hole, fluttering around nothing.

Basically beckoning him.

“S-Stop staring Kou…” your voice was so whiny, so soft as you looked at him through tear clumped lashes. He hushed you softly, one palm on your cheek so he could have a better view of your face.

He just had to see what you looked like when he finally pressed inside.

“Can’t help it Birdy, you’re just so beautiful…” His thumb pushed past your bottom lip at the same time he pressed two thick fingers into your pussy. Your gasp was adorable, lips quickly latching onto his thumb to hide the whines.

His fingers alone were enough to cause a slight burn, the stretch feeling so much different than the one Kuroo could provide for you. It made you press your hips into his touch, your trembling fingers gripping his wrist with desperation.

Bokuto bit his lip, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. He would push all the way in until he reached his knuckles, allowing the cold surface of his rings to make you yelp every time before pulling out to just his fingertips.

He kept this pace until your hips began to match it, your adorable little body humping along his fingers as you tried your very best to keep yourself quiet.

Bokuto didn’t want that though. He wanted to hear you, needed to hear his name spilling off your lips. So he pulled his thumb from your mouth, gave your bottom lip a little tug as an act of encouragement.

“Feels good baby? Tell me how it feels?”

“F-Feels.” You were still stumbling over yourself. So cute. “Feels good…”

“Yea? I can tell, your pussy is swallowing me up.”

He chuckled when embarrassment flashed over your face, but before you could hide your face from him yet again he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit. The action had you gasping, back lifting slightly off the mattress.

“That’s it…” Bokuto murmured, gaze locked on your face, how it scrunched up and twisted so pretty as the pleasure took over you. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers, an indication for him to add just one more.

“S’too much~” you tried whimpering at him, but Bokuto brushed it off with a couple of quick kisses to your lips. He had to prep you anyway, his cock was already threatening to rip through his pants.

When your voice heightened in pitch Bokuto picked up his pace. He brought his face close to your pussy, allowing his hot breath to fan over it. That had you grasping the cushions for dear life, a string of pleas leaving your lips.

“Want you to come on my fingers now Birdy. You can do it. It’ll feel so good. Be a good girl and cum.”

Your body reacted for you, lips hung open in a silent scream as his fingertips focused on that spongy spot within you. With a couple more tight circles into your clit you fell apart, walls clenching before gushing around his fingers.

Bokuto’s pupils blew out at the sight, nothing but primal desire flooding his system as he watched your arousal drown out his fingers. It wet his knuckles, coated his rings as he ever so slowly pulled his fingers free. The slick pop had both of you groaning softly, and he couldn’t help but watch as he spread his fingers apart to find strings of your arousal keeping them together.

He had to have a taste and refused to continue the evening without it. So he sucked his fingers into his mouth. His moan was nothing short of obscene, making sure he licked off every ounce of your essence.

You were panting as you watched him, eyes still tear glazed and body tingling as it came down from the high. When he finally noticed you staring he grinned.

But this time it was different. Not the scoring high school Bokuto, or the Bokuto who would flash this grin when he had a little too much to drink

This was different. Darker, carnal. It made a shiver travel all the way up your spine.

And yet you still didn’t say no when he told you to take your tank top off, didn’t say no when he pulled off his own black button up, back muscles rippling in the dim lighting as he pulled you into his lap.

And you definitely couldn’t say no to him when he pulled his cock free, the sheer length and girth making you whine.

He was so much bigger than Kuroo. Thicker, wider, maybe even longer.

“Shh Birdy, hold on tight. It’s only gonna hurt for a few seconds. Then I’m gonna make you feel so very good.” His reassurance puts you at ease. Kuroo had done the same for you, way back when the two of you first slept together.

Would Kuroo really be okay with this--

The gasp that was ripped from your throat made Bokuto that much more excited. Just his tip had pushed past the first ring of muscles and already there were tears in your eyes, nails digging into his shoulders at the stretch he provided.

“K-Kou, can’t, I can’t”

“Shh birdy. Remember I’m gonna make you feel good, promise.” And he really did want to make you feel good but fuck, with the way your pussy already clenched around his tip, threatened to suffocate him as he pressed in inch by inch, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his cool.

You were already creaming when he finally bottomed out, your legs wobbly when they tightened around him. Bokuto couldn’t tear his gaze from his lap, where he stretched out your sweet cunt. It was already drooling, swollen from just being split open by him.

Absent-mindedly he trailed his fingers over your tummy, fingers cursorily tracing the bulge he was able to form there.

There’s no way Kuroo filled you up this good, Bokuto knew that for certain.

“P-Please.” Your voice snapped Bokuto back to reality, the whine in your tone enough to make his dick twitch inside you. “M-Move Kou, need you.”

He sighed. Of course you needed him.

With his palms firmly grasping your hips he pulled you up his cock, just enough that the tip was still edged inside before he began to fuck you on himself. His arm muscles rippled with each push and pull, his hips thrust upwards every time he pushed you back down in order to help with the momentum.

You were gripping onto him so tightly, leaving red streaks along his shoulder blades. Your moans were sweet, sweet music, filling up the empty space with nothing but babbles and cries of his name.

There was still a part of him that looked at you with disappointment, a part of him that screamed how wrong this was, a part of him that knew if Kuroo walked through the doors right now you’d probably both be dead.

But when you looked at him with a tear streaked face, lips hung in a silent cry, skin rippling due to his relentless thrusts, how could he stop himself?

He was even more thrilled when your nails dug into his skin, along his back and shoulders, even along his forearms and pecks. “That’s it Birdy, you’re doin’ so well, takin’ my cock like this.”

The wet slapping sounds soon filled up the room, along with the moans and whimpers the both of you released. With a grunt, Bokuto had your back against the cushions once more, just so he could thrust within your tight cunt harder, faster.

Anything to feel you coming around him, to feel your walls squeeze him. It was everything he knew it would be, better even.

And he knew, Kuroo couldn’t make you feel this way, no way in hell could he even compare.

You had planned to ask him to pull out. No one had ever come inside you before, except Kuroo of course. It was his way of marking you, the subtle possessiveness always coming through when he would fill you to the brim and then plug you up.

But now, as Bokuto drilled into you, showered you with praises and sweet groans you lost all thought. All you thought of was the sweet sting, the stretch his cock could provide. The way he was able to smack into your sweet spot with every thrust.

So when he grunted out a “gonna cum.” you couldn’t find the words to stop him, rather you just let your eye roll back, let out a sweet cry when one of his calloused thumbs pressed into your clit.

Bokuto’s hips smacked into you once, twice more, before his balls twitched and his load filled you up. Rope after rope of warm cum spilled into you, one last strand being milked from him as you clenched up around him, finishing only seconds after he did.

His arms were around you, holding your trembling form so tightly to his chest. He had to look though, had to see exactly what it looked like when you were filled to the brim. So he pulled up just a little bit, moaned out loud at the sight of his cock, how when he slowly pulled it out it was covered in a layer of milky slick.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” He murmured, fingers scooping up the beads of arousal dripping from your used hole, only to push them back in.

He didn’t want a single drop wasted.

You were finally starting to come down from the high when Bokuto lifted his weight from you, the loss of contact making you shudder. In your right mind you could have covered up, but instead, you stayed sprawled out, lips tilted into a dumb little smile.

“K-Kou…” You murmured to him, making him look down at you as he stretched out, wincing from the marks you left that managed to break skin.

“Kuroo is gonna be so happy, you took great care of me…” Bokuto hummed, his smirk growing. He was so lucky, so lucky you were so sweet and naive.

He scooped you up then, carrying you bridal style up the stairs. As much as he would have loved to leave you there on the couch, a nice mess for Kuroo to come home to, he had to play it safe. He made sure to clean you up properly, tuck you into bed with fresh and clean clothes.

Bokuto couldn’t lose his closest ally just yet. So until then--

“I’ll make sure Tetsu knows. But you baby, I want you to keep it our secret okay? Can you do that for me?”

That sat funny with you, made your stomach tighten, just how it had at the beginning of the evening. You wanted to question him, ask why you couldn’t be a part of the discussion.

But when Bokuto loomed over you once more, one of his much larger palms easing itself over your neck, you were reminded yet again. Reminded of Bokuto and his power, his power over you.

And now over Kuroo.

“It's our secret. Remember that Birdy. Kuroo has always kept you in a cage, away from the world so others couldn’t hurt you, isn’t that right? Well now I’m going to do the same, keep you in a cage of my own, just the two of us…”

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my beloved Dani...can I please ask for “Oh, such a pretty mess” with Pedro from across the street or Whiskey?

Cris, my beloved, anything for you 💙 Thank you for sending this one in! I'm afraid I wasn't able to keep to my 500 word limit (more like...doubled it. Oops!) but I hope it's to your liking regardless.

Pairing: Pedro Across the Street / f!reader

Rating: Explicit

This plays out in the Good Things Take Time universe, but it can be read as a stand alone!

Miss your pussy.

You stare at the message, cheeks burning at today’s blunt conversation opener. It’s not that his texts never lead to this subject, it’s more that he usually takes a little more time to arrive here.

This whole thing between you two started about a month ago, when you let him fuck you with his fingers on your own kitchen counter. He made you come harder than you ever had. And after, it made you sick, the vile licks of guilt simmering low in your belly... and then your husband Patrick arrived home. You were sure it was written all over your face, that the scent of it lingered in your house, but Patrick noticed nothing. In fact, he didn’t ask about your day at all, immediately rambling about the progress he’d made on the second chapter of his novel.

The next day, you were splayed out on your bed - your marital bed - with your neighbour lapping at your cunt.

You could count the times you fucked him since that day on one hand, but he was hard to resist, especially when he sent messages like this.

Can’t right now. Lunch break in 5 minutes. You send back, and you’ve barely set your phone down before it pings again.

Are you in your office?

Yes.

Good. Don’t make me wait.

You shiver at his implications, you know what he wants and it makes your heart pound, your cunt throb. Your eyes are already on the door to your office to contemplate your options. It doesn’t lock, but it’s shut, and your colleagues are probably well on their way to lunch and... Christ, you can’t believe you’re even considering this. You never do this and it's... exciting.

You take a deep breath, eye the phone icon next to his name, then tap it. Squeezing the phone between your shoulder and your ear, you hike up your skirt and slide your panties down until you’ve got them dangling from one ankle. Your relieved sigh when you touch yourself sails through the receiver just as he picks up.

“You better be touching yourself,” comes his rasped reply. His voice is sharp with warning and it only makes more slick gather between your legs.

“You told me not to make you wait.”

“Don’t get cheeky,” he says. “Are you wet?” His voice sounds so smug, so cocky and sure and you should hate it.

You love it.

“Hmm, yeah,” you confirm, sliding a finger down to your entrance before dragging your slick back up to your clit to circle it. You buck in your chair, already sensitive, already close from just his voice.

He hums approvingly. “You always get so wet so fast,” he says, sounding almost fond. There’s a sound on his end on the line, and then the unmistakable sound of him stroking his cock. “Just like last night, remember? All it took was my fingers and my mouth to your ear and you were soaking my hand.”

You close your eyes, your encounter in his hallway after you’d arrived vivid in your mind. How he pressed you up against the door, your breath fogging up the glass as he slid his hand under your dress and took you apart, the squelching sound of your pussy gripping his fingers louder than the filth he was whispering in your ear until he split you open with three fingers and your cry of his name echoed out every other sound.

“Are you always that way? Does that husband of yours make you drip like I do?”

You bite your lip to stifle a moan when you slide a finger into yourself, then two, your thumb taking over on your clit. “No,” you admit. “Only you.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is breathy now, clearly affected as well, the slick sound of his fist passing over his cock becoming more and more audible over the phone. “Need you to make yourself come,” he urges.

There’s another spike of arousal that rushes through your veins at his words. You need more of it. “Talk to me.”

“Three fingers,” he orders immediately, and you oblige without a second thought, driving three fingers into yourself. “Listen to yourself, so desperate for it that you’re touching yourself in your office. I bet you’re soaking the chair, huh? Take a look for me.”

Your eyes fly open to look down between your legs, at your puffy cunt gripping your fingers, your thumb worrying your clit. You crane your neck to get a better look, see the pool of slick on the leather of your chair. “Yes, fuck, I… I wish… F-Fuck, I wish it was you, you always do it b-better,” you say, hips bucking off the chair.

“I know. Next time I see you I’m gonna make you come,” he promises, his voice sounding absolutely wrecked, no doubt close to coming himself. “I’m gonna taste you until you beg me to stop, make you bounce on my cock, fuck you dumb-- Shit-- Come for me, baby.”

“Gonna come for you,” you echo, your steady rhythm faltering as you do, clamping down on your fingers, sparks of pleasure rocketing through your body. You slump back into the leather when you come down, slipping your fingers free and panting until his sharp voice cuts through the silence,

“Show me.”

“What?” you slur.

“Take a picture. And show me,” he growls.

Before you can think any better of it, you pick the phone up from your desk, open the camera app and bring the device down between your legs. Your cheeks burn at the sight, at how dripping wet you are, how swollen. Carefully, you tap the right buttons to send it to him.

“Dios mío, mujer…,” he grunts, his hand speeding up, up, up, and you realize he’s getting off on the picture, that looking at it is gonna tip him over the edge. “Oh, such a pretty mess.”

Hearing him come makes you want him all over again, want him more than before. You clench around nothing at the thought of it, have half the mind to beg him to talk you into another orgasm until the sound of talking in the hallway snaps you from your daydream. A glance at the clock is enough: Lunchtime is over.

“I’ve got to go,” you say apologetically, a little awkward, unsure how to end a phone call like this.

The man on the other end of the line, however, has no problem figuring that out,

“You’re coming over tonight,” he growls in response, leaving no room for negotiation, “and I’m gonna make that pretty pussy come until it’s dripping all over me.”

Then he hangs up.

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