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myfictionaldreams · 6 months

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Hear me out! How about Mafia Steve rogers having hate sex with reader because they were having an argument and reader had attitude. He fucks her like i need to dicipline you, you little brat and she is calling him daddy.

I'm Bored! // Mafia!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! ♥ I hope you like this!

Side Note: This isn't a part of the mafia!stucky universe, just wanted to clarify that lol

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, rough sex, spanking, ripping clothes, degradation, praise kink, size kink (!), desk sex, creampie, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, pretty behaviour, slight misogyny/stereotypes, hairpulling, fingering, exhibitionism, slight subspace

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“I know what you’re doing”. Steve slammed his phone onto the desk as his nostrils flared, eyes glaring with an intensity that any sane person would have backed away with their head lowered in submission.

It seemed you had a death wish today as you smirked and continued to piss him off, wanting the exact reaction you were receiving from your Mafia boyfriend. Stomping your foot and clenching your fists, you continued in a shrill, high-pitched tone for an added effect that you knew would drive him into the depths of mental hell. ”I’m not doing anything! I just feel so trapped in this stupid box of an office!”

As you so politely described, this stupid box of an office was an executive suite in one of the skyscrapers that towered over Brooklyn that he could view from the ceiling-to-floor windows. The office had to be the biggest in the building, with enough space for his desk, sitting area, kitchen and a vastly sized table to fit at least 15 people for meetings specified for the mafia boss.

And yet, here you were, moaning about the size, knowing that there was nothing more extravagant or luxurious than his office. In your defence, it had been a long day of being out of the office, as Steve had to travel for hours across his city to check the quality of stolen goods and meet with many influential people with the hopes of selling said stolen items. It hadn’t been a particularly trying day for the most part, but you quickly became bored, especially as you had to remain quiet during these meetings.

From an outsider's perspective, you were meant to be the pretty timid girlfriend of the mafia boss. His eye candy. There to hang on his arm and warm his lap and nothing more. In reality, he had wanted you there so that you could be more involved in the gang, understand how the meetings work, and contribute to decisions once back to the office if you deemed the people trustworthy enough to work with.

The staying quiet aspect of your role was also just for your safety. If you talked, that was an open invitation for the powerful individuals to talk back, and you weren’t ready to be involved in those sorts of conversations just yet. Therefore, you were more than happy to remain Steve's silent, pretty girlfriend.

Today, however, you were feeling antsy from the lack of talking, stiff from sitting for so long and needy for something a little more exciting than hand-holding or sitting on his lap. Especially now you were in the comfort of the office and could really rile Steve up. Maybe you were being a brat, but you were so bored and frustrated you wanted to get your heart pounding and some sort of relief, so pissing Steve off was the best option for this.

“Stop trying to take your clothes off-! Fucks sake. Everyone out!” Steve ordered the guards stationed by the door, and they promptly followed his directions as they left with a slam of the door.

You pause, with one of the straps of your dress halfway down your arm, turning to face him directly with a wicked smile on your face. Oh, he was pissed, verging on genuinely being angry with the way the vein on his neck was bulging and throbbing.

“I hate when you get like this. We were having a nice fucking day, too”, he demands whilst beginning to remove his tie and jacket. You knew he didn’t mean it; he always loved being able to dominate you just as much as you loved being an irritating brat and getting on his last nerve.

Your cunt pulses in desire watching him closely, eyes blazing with excitement as you bite your lower lip to try and hide the unmistakable grin. “Was it a nice day for me or for you, Steve? Because it’s been a boring day for me. All I’ve been doing for hours is standing there and looking pretty. Do you know how boring that is? I want to live a little! My clothes feel too tight, too claustrophobic. I want to be free!”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but he does glare as he begins to undo the cuffs of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves to reveal the muscular forearms beneath. It was only as he rounded his desk that you began to back up, taking a quick step backwards, but they were no match to the giant strides of his long legs as he was in front of you in a matter of seconds. His chest bumped into yours, forcing you to continue backwards until your back was flush against the cool glass windows.

Steve towered above you, even with your black heels adding a few inches to your height; he always seemed to be a gargantuan man, adding warmth to your core. Looking up at his glaring face through your lashes and biting your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Think you’re being cute by acting like this? Like a brat with all that attitude?” he snaps, reaching up to wrap his massive hand around your throat, not squeezing as such but just so that you stayed still and he could feel the thump of your racing heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

“I think I’ve got the response that I wanted, so yes, I think I am being cute”, you say confidently whilst reaching for the bulge in his slacks to show just how turned on he was, squeezing it tightly and making it throb.

Steve’s eyes drop to your hand as he subtly thrusts into your palm, but as he looks back towards your face, you know he has something planned as it is his turn to smirk. “You said your clothes felt tight. Well, let’s change that Princess”.

The hand around your neck lowers to your hip, turning you around so your front is pressed against the window, forced to look out over the city of Brooklyn. Before you could even look over your shoulder to see what was next, your body was shaken as Steve gripped the left and right side of your dress and pulled, effortlessly ripping the red dress down the zip so it fell from your body. You were left in only your thong and heels, wholly exposed to the city below.

Steve’s hand is then suddenly in your hair, pulling your head back against his shoulder and forcing your chest to push up, your nipples perking from being pressed against the startingly cold glass.

“Does this make you feel any more free? You know I love it when people watch me touch you. Well, now we’ve got the whole city watching Princess”, Steve whispers as he runs his nose down your neck.

You shiver as he nudges the sensitive spot just below your ear, “Yes, Steve-”.

The hand in your hair tightens, “Excuse me?”

“Daddy”, you correct yourself quickly, “Yes, Daddy, thank you for making me feel more free and showing me off to everyone”.

He hums to himself, “I think it’s about time I should how to be more grateful and show a little less of this attitude you seem to have”.

“Yes, Daddy”, you say submissively, mind reeling with the anticipation and thrill of what's to come.

“Count for me and safe words to be used if needed”, he mentioned before continuing.

With one hair remaining in your hair, he presses your face against the window, not hard enough for it to hurt but also to make sure that you keep it in place. His other hand pulled back on your hips, perking your arse out for him. You were only vaguely aware of his plan as you heard the swatting of his hand through the air before the stinging impact as he spanked your arse cheek.

You jumped at the contact, but he always started light, not wishing to actually cause you harm and so that you could make it through the usual ten counts before checking in.

“One, thank you, Daddy”, you say sweetly, watching the glass in front of you fog up at your heated breath. With each spank, you made sure to count and thank him. Even though you’d been a brat, when he finally did snap like he was now, you were always on your best behaviour, taking whatever punishment he deemed necessary.

His palm connected with both of your cheeks, ensuring they both had equal attention and that the areas were hot to the touch and somewhat sore but not enough to bruise. You enjoyed the rough treatment so much that you were rolling your hips into his palm, feeling the wetness coating your thong and spreading over your labia.

“Ten, thank you, Daddy”, you softly say, your eyes closed and feeling the world becoming fuzzy around the edges as the mixture of pleasure and pain caused the hormones in your head to feel like you were experiencing your own personal high.

This was the reason why you always enjoyed pissing him off with a little bit of attitude and bratty behaviour; being drawn into a subspace mentally from the punishments was like a drug to you, one that Steve was more than happy to pull you into.

Overwhelming pleasure suddenly burst through your burning core as Steve pulled your thong string to the side and shoved two thick digits into your pussy, stretching you thoroughly.

“You’re so wet, such a desperate little slut aren’t you” he taunts whilst rocking his fingers in and out, stretching them every so often to prepare you for what you really want.

You stick out your bottom lip in a pout whilst rolling your hips in time with his fingers as you whine, “Only your slut though, Daddy”.

Steve kisses your naked shoulder, showing some sort of soft intimacy, “That’s right, you’re just my little slut. Now how about you show me just how good you are for me and go and bend over my desk and spread your legs”.

The hand in your hair loosens enough that you can wiggle free and stumble over to the desk, kicking off the heels as if they were not helping the wobbly sensations in your legs. Steve was one step behind and reached around you to shove the papers cluttering his desk off and onto the floor. With the extra space, you could happily bend forward, resting your chest on the desk and widening your stance as Steve begins to unbuckle his belt.

Watching over your shoulder, you admired the lustful gaze of his bright ocean-blue eyes, the drag of his tongue along his bottom lip as he looked as if he wanted to eat you right then and there.

“Do you like what you see?” you asked whilst wiggling your hips invitingly to him.

Steve tries and fails to hide the smirk on his face. Reaching forward, he rubs with each of your arse cheeks, squeezing the sore areas until your mewling and begging for something more. As he stepped closer and continued to hold the string of your thong to the side, he looked you directly in the eyes as he spoke lowly, “I just want you to remember that you wanted me to get this riled up with that smart mouth of yours. Acting bratty has its consequences”.

Opening your mouth to try and sass him another way, all that came out was an exaggeratedly obscene moan, your eyes rolling back as Steve’s cock thrust deep within your cunt in one mighty thrust. The movement caused you to rock onto your tiptoes, having to push further onto the desk as the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix, filling you completely. The warm, wet walls of your pussy fluttered and squeezed around the penetration, trying to milk him already, clinging to him within an inch of your life.

Your fingers wrap around the edge of the desk above your head, holding on to it as Steve withdraws. Half of the length inside of you retreated, only to slam back into you, causing your hips to bump into the table with the strength put behind the movement.

“Faster”, you demand as your forehead rests on the rest, eyes closing to focus on the overwhelming pressure in your core.

However, the sassy tone you used was not appreciated by the man nearly splitting you in half with his cock as his hand once again delved into your hair to pull your head back, causing a startled scream to replace the moans.

“You don’t get to decide how fast I fuck you, Princess”.

With your head pulled back in this position, you were now having to stare at the wall behind his desk, which had a narcissistic painting of him, given to him as a joke by one of his employees. Now, however, to your delight, you were able to stare up at his handsome face as he fucked you with deep, tauntingly slow thrusts.

With this pace, you could feel every single inch dragging along your sensitive walls, causing them to spasm and tighten on instincts rather than just taking a quick hard fuck that left you forgetting to breathe and seeing stares. The way Steve currently had you was more overstimulating and had your breaths coming out in short huffs.

Steve, it seemed, knew every little moan and hitch of breath that your body took, understood at which degree of tightness your cunt squeezed him in with just how close you were to orgasm. His hips stopped thrusting as you could have sobbed as that beautiful sensation faded into a light buzz rather than an overwhelming euphoria.

“Please- Please Daddy, I…I… I’m sorry for my attitude, Daddy” You managed to find the right words, internally praising yourself for coherently saying what Steve wanted to say as currently, the only words running through your mind were, ‘fuck me harder, Daddy’.

“That’s all I wanted you to say, Princess”, he praises lightly as one hand remains holding onto your hair and the other slips between the desk and your mound so that two of his fingers can massage your clit.

The burst of fire that pulsed through you was powerful, knees wobbling and whines turning into incoherent begs of the word ‘yes!” as Steve finally began to fuck you at the fast pace you’d been hoping for.

You came so quickly that the breath rushed from your body, and you became light-headed from the overstimulation. He doesn’t stop, though; he just continues to hold you in place, fucking you and playing with your clit until you came a second time.

Thankfully, Steve did too, grunting desperately as his hips snapped up one more time, and wetness came flooding out of your cunt as his seed seeped out and down your thighs. Carefully, he removed his fingers from your sensitive bundle of nerves and gently rested your face on the desk whilst massaging your scalp and kissing along the back of your shoulder blade.

As he moved up towards your neck, you sighed in contentment, turning your face to the side so that he could gently kiss your cheek and you could reach around to run your fingers through his short, blond hair.

“Get your frustrations out?” he asks quietly and softly into your ear.

Nodding your head, you blink tiredly back at him, “Yes, thank you. But now, I have no clothes, and I can’t walk”.

Steve chuckles against your skin, a beautiful sound that has your toes curling again, “Well, I did warn you”.

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heelovver · 5 months

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~Super shy~

Hi~ ❤︎₊ ⊹

I ’m new here, hopefully you enjoy my writing thanks for reading

Pairing: EnemySunghoon x reader/afab

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers

Summery: Sunghoon and you have been enemies since childhood. Sunghoon was always rude to all the girls, and you always defended them. Sunghoon can’t stand fake girls who look for his attention that’s why he bothers you so much. You don’t treat him like a piece of meat. He only has eyes for you but you only know how to talk his ears off so he has to stop it somehow.

Warning: sexual themes, fingering, unprotected sex (rap it before you tap it), making out.

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~❤︎~ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧ ‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ₊ ˚‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧˚₊‧~❤︎~

Life since childhood has always been interesting. You always had good friends. You were well known and respected. You always did your best and acted accordingly. There is just one thing that has always bothered you. Park Sunghoon and his stupid face, stupid grades, and stupid attitude. You always came second place from him. He didn’t even try so why can’t you beat him. He just sleeps and you study your ass off day and night. He wasn’t even nice and everyone liked him while you had to suck up and fake it. Him and his stupid attitude towards everything. “Good job Sunghoon you got the highest graded essay.” “Thanks I guess”

It was a typical Friday evening 6:43PM to be exact. You just wanted to get your lecture over with and go home to sleep before the weekend. So why at this moment do you want to kick Park Sunghoon right in the balls. He is staring at you with that same old smirk he always had. It just so happens Sunghoon has to have the same class. Being the last person to leave due to taking extra notes. You pack your bag and head out. Standing there blocking the door not letting you leave. “Hey miss second place” he says while smirking. That stupid nickname he’d given you since elementary school all the way until now, college. “Go away idiot.” You reply glaring up at him. “Why do you try so hard when you know you can’t beat me darling?” You chose to ignore him and step on his feet. “Ouch” he bite his lip in pain. “Move or I’ll do way worse than that.” “So much attitude when I’m just trying to wish you luck on the exam. I Which you’ll need it.” Pissed you shove him away and speed walk to your car. Getting into your car driving away furious. “His Stupid, stupid, stupid smirk. Don’t let him in your head he just wants to get under your skin you’re way too old to fall for his stupid tricks.”

Saturday a night of studying in the library. Waking up then doing nothing the whole day made you feel lazy. Study was your only way of being productive. Sitting in the back studying for your upcoming exam. You feel someone sit next to you. “Miss second place studying on the weekend typical when you have no life.” Sunghoon sits grabbing onto the book you were reading. “Leave me alone or I swear I’ll mess that pretty face of yours up.” You tried to grab your book back. “You think I’m pretty thanks” he lifts the book out of your reach. You sit with your knees on the couch turning to him reaching for your book. “This is what happens when you never drink your milk in middle school.” Your face turns serious. Leaning back he toys with the book in front of your face. You harshly push him down to try and grab your book back. With that you fall in between his legs, your hands beside his head, face to face in shock. “S-sorry.” You say after what felt like hours which really was 4 seconds. He wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you both up. “Here” he looks up and sees your pout the kind of pout that makes Sunghoon flustered. He hands you your book and leaves. “Why is my heart beating so much and why did his stupid eyes look so so- shut up don’t think about that back to studying” you think to yourself before plugging your EarPods on playing your playlist and studying.

It was the day of the exam. You feel so tired from your late night study sech. Your handed your test looking at it and thinking it’s easy. “Thank god I studied” you thought to yourself. An hour passed your almost done just 14 questions left. From the corner of your eyes you see someone stand up handing in their test. Of course it was Sunghoon. Him and his idgaf face walking out of the class after handing in his paper. “How did he finish so fast. What a show off” you thought to yourself before rushing. “5 minutes left” your professor yelled warning everyone. Your focus gone over thinking every question you answered. “Fuck only 5 minutes and 3 questions left.” You muttered then bit your lips and answered with the best of your abilities. “Please hand in your exams placing them on my desk.” You stand up knowing you didn’t even get to do your best. Thinking “I did all that studying for nothing” feeling overwhelmed you packed your bags slowly. Tears threatening to spill out. Being last again in the class you didn’t care and tears started streaming out. “Stupid Sunghoon who only needs an hour when I can’t even finish within the time.” You muttered wiping your tears. You walked towards the door opening it just for somebody to block your way. Looking up it was of course Sunghoon. “We already know you got second plac-.” He looks down at you. You and your teary eyes, tear stained cheeks and that pout.

It’s always that stupid pout on your face that makes him dizzy and flustered. Ever since you guys were young one look at your face and he’d felt like the worst person in the world. He never told you of course. He was supposed to like being your #1 hated person, you guys are enemies. Why did he feel so guilty though why must he want to cheer you up.

Flashback: “hey can I play with you” Yunjin asked Sunghoon. “No” “Hey! you’re supposed to share” you yelled after seeing Yunjin cry. “I don’t want to” Sunghoon gave you a smug look. “My mom said sharing is caring!” Yunjin shouted. “I don’t care so I won’t share.” Sunghoon replied making Yunjin cry to you even more. “It’s okay Yunjin I’ll talk to him” you leave Yunjin and walk up to Sunghoon. “What do you want miss second place.” He stuck his tongue out looking at you. “Please let Yunjin play on the slide too.” You pout up at him. Sunghoon flushed in red “Fine but I’m not going to play with her.” Sunghoon walks away.

“That stupid, stupid, stupid pout. You know that was the first time I admitted I liked you to myself.” Looking up at him pouting even more so. “Liked” Sunghoon wipes the tear threatening to come out. “Yeah because right at this moment. I’ve decided I don’t want to hurt you anymore. All that enemies shit is stupid if it’s just going to hurt the girl I love.” He leans his face down so close you feel like you can’t breathe. “May I” he asks. “No you may not. How can I be the girl you love. All you do is bother me. You call me names like miss second place. You make me feel worse about myself. All I ever wanted was to be better than you so don’t act like this. Don’t make me act like this.” Sunghoon backs you up onto the door pinning your wrist above your head. “Act like what” he asks still inches away from your face. “Like a hopeless romantic. I don’t want to love you. You’ve only ever were rude to me. I can’t I won’t I will never accept thi-.” Sunghoon closes the gap and kisses you passionately. In shock you try to free your hands from his grasp. Sunghoon stops kissing you “That’s for making me hate you.” He kisses you again but rougher. “That’s for making me crazy over you.” He kisses you again gently. “That’s just because I wanted to.” He lets go of your wrists. You look up at him embarrassed and flustered. “You’re so annoying, how can you still win first at being a good kisser.” You hit him on the chest before wrapping your arms around his neck. You hide your face next to his neck. “I hate the way I’m in love with you when you make me so angry.” You move to look at him and pout. Sunghoon smiles at your cuteness. “Why don’t you take that anger out on me then.” He places his hands on your waist while you turn bright red. “Why so shy now. You always knew how to put your mouth into good use.” You hit him again but he caught your wrist. “You’re such a perv.” You walk out of the hallway Sunghoon following behind. “So are we a thing or what?” Sunghoon caught up interlocking your hands. “I guess we can be.” You answer not looking at him but already knowing he has his stupid smirk painted on his face.

A month has passed since all that hating nonsense. “I don’t wanna study I wanna shove my tongue down your throat.” Sunghoon sighs laying down onto the bed. “If you behave maybe I’ll let you.” You say then go back to reading. “Why do we need to study when we always place top anyways.” he looks at you playing with your hair still lying down. “You always place first I’m second.” “So, you’re first in my heart.” Sunghoon gets up giving you a goofy smile. “First off cringe and second shut up I really need to study.” “So mean” He grabs onto your book throwing it somewhere in his room. “Hey I told you I need to study for the anatomy tes-.” He grabbed you pulling you to straddle him. “You can study me. I’ll help. Touch me anywhere you want.” No longer serious but instead embarrassed you look away. “Fine you don’t want to study me I’ll study you.” He flips you both him now on top. He removes your his hoodie and your short shorts. “This part” he stops licking his fingers sliding them inside your shorts. “It’s the clitoris it contains more than 10,000 nerves. So when I do this.” He rubs your clit in circle making you slightly moan. “You turn into such a slut for me no matter how much you hate it.” He smirks looking at your expression. “This part is your vagina.” He shoves two fingers in without warning. “Sunghoon” you moan out gripping onto his biceps. “Yes baby” he looks down at you with his messy hair falling down. “This has nothing to do with the test.” You say whining. “Just for ruining the mood I’m gonna fuck you until you forget everything you to studied.” He leans down kissing you and shoving his fingers into you repeatedly. His tongue exploring every crevice of the inside of your mouth. You suck onto his tongue moaning. He adds a third finger fastening his pace. You arch your back subconsciously about to cum. “You gotta wait for me darling.” Sunghoon smirks at your annoyed face. Removing his fingers then sucking them. “You’re so gross.” You say looking at him in awe. He takes off your shorts along with your bra eyeing you the whole time. “Not fair I wanna see you too.” You pout at him knowing it’ll work. Sunghoon takes off all his clothing. “Better?” You replied by nodding yes. “We don’t need protection do we. Since I’m always first place I’ll get a good job you can stay home and take care of the kids, right? You wanna be stuffed to the brim with my cum don’t you. I wanna impregnate you so bad so everybody knows you’re all mine.” You groan rubbing your thighs together. “Just hurry and fuck me you’re so annoying.” “Since you asked me so nicely.” Sunghoon slides his dick between your folds. “Such a tea-.” Without warning he thrusts in making you gasp. His dick hitting all the right places made you clench. “Fu-fuck don’t do that I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep clenching.” Unable to control yourself you just moan. “So tight no matter how much I fuck you.” His right hand starts to pinch your nipple while his left rubs your clit. “Sungh- ahh too much.” He leans down sucking your sweet spot on your neck. Marking you with hickeys that’ll stay for days before replacing them again. You arch your back subconsciously too overwhelmed with pleasure you cum. Sunghoon cumming not too short later filling you up to the brim. Sunghoon fucks the mixture of both your cum that has been spilling out back into you. “Cumming first still makes you miss second place.” Sunghoon smirks.

#sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff

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coolguylikestoread · 5 months

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Charm You - Blaise Zabini x Reader

In which Blaise Zabini can’t help but fall in love, but his fear of the repercussions of such emotions lead him to make some rather rash decisions — and in turn, pissing you off.

Inspired by the song “Charm You” by Samia <3

Blaise Zabini couldn’t stand the sight of you.

The very glimpse of your hair spun his stomach into knots, a catch of your eye brought his mind into a spiral, and Merlin, don’t even mention your lips. That would send him into existential crisis.

Blaise Zabini was not allowed to feel love. He would not be his mother, despite how he loved the woman so. He would not live his life through fleeting feelings and spur of the moment romance. He had known for a long time that he wouldn’t be capable of long term love.

So, that first day he saw you, really saw you, he couldn’t believe that he would be foolish enough to fall so easily.

You had been in potions, chatting with your friends. It was the first day of the new semester. Sixth year. You looked at him and smiled.

It stunned him for a moment. He had been familiar with you, since they shared their years at Hogwarts together. He knew you were smart, he knew you were friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he knew you were pretty. He just hadn’t known you were that pretty.

So he spent the rest of that lesson watching you. The way you anxiously watched as your partner stirred your potion, the way you would step back each time the cauldron’s content bubbled, and the laugh you shared with your friend when you realized that a bubble wasn’t going to kill you.

But Blaise Zabini was not allowed to feel love.

So, he spent that past few months tormenting you. If he couldn’t stop his growing feelings for you, he could at least prevent you from ever falling in love with him.

“Blaise!” Your sharp tone brought him out of his trance. You stood over his table at the library, hands on your pretty hips. Your eyes bore into his, and he had to stop himself from drinking you in for any moment longer.

“Will you stop staring? It’s quite unsettling.” A huff left your plush lips. “You’re scaring the first years. It’s pretty hard to get an eleven-year-old to focus on Transfiguration in the first place.”

Blaise wasn’t sure how he scheduled his study time to be the exact slot you spent tutoring. Actually, he had known exactly how. He did it on purpose.

“Sorry.” Blaise said, grinning wide. “I was trying to burn a hole through your head with my laser eyes.”

You looked down at him as he rested his head on his arms, flashing a cheeky smile up at you. You wanted to kick him.

“Maybe you should busy yourself on finding a spell for that and leave me alone while I tutor.”

And with that, you marched off, an attitude in each step you took that never failed to make him smirk. He enjoyed how he could get a rise out of you.

But it wasn’t like he liked you or anything.

He spent the rest of his afternoon hexing the first years you were trying to tutor. You were really pissed, but he was pleased he got to practice his vanishing fingernail jinx. Plus, one kid almost pissed his pants out of fear and it was quite amusing.

But Blaise’s torment didn’t cease.

The day after, he bewitched your quill to splatter each time it touched the page. The next day, he tried to sneak Neville’s frog in your tote (you caught him in the act, unfortunately.) Another day, he tugged your hair-tie out when you tried to focus on a spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts. And on Friday, he pulled his greatest stunt yet.

They were leaving potions. Well, you were. Blaise hang back.

There was nothing you prided yourself on more than your excellent academic record. So if he messed with that, surely you would really hate him, right?

Professor Snape had told the students to only stir their potions counter clockwise, and to only stir it every twelve hours. Otherwise, your potion would be ruined.

Ruined.

His chances with you would be ruined, surely. And that was all he wanted, right?

He approached your potion cautiously, taking a glance around the classroom to ensure it was empty. He picked up the wooden paddle at your station and dipped it in the iridescent purple liquid.

He circled the paddle clockwise a few times. Nothing happened. He was disappointed, as he was hoping for some big dramatic explosion, but he was sure something would happen eventually. He wasn’t great at potions, but he knew Snape’s instructions were always important to follow.

So, he left the room, a satisfied little smirk on his lips.

The weekend passed, and he heard little from you, which made him a little worried his scheme hadn’t worked.

But Sunday night, Blaise was enjoying his brisk walk down to the Slytherin common room when he heard the familiar stomps of your shoes as you stormed at him. He could picture your frustrated expression before he even turned around. He grinned.

Surely enough, as he turned around, you were absolutely pissed.

“Blaise Zabini, I cannot believe you!”

Your eyebrows were drawn together, leaving a little crease between them. Your eyes were full of fury, narrowing as you grew more and more irritated. And your lips, your pretty lips, forming that perfect little pout that he’s grown to memorize over the past few months.

“You absolute, jerk, you are! Ruining my potion? That’s a new low, even for you.” Your cheeks grew rosy from how fast you talked, your breath unable to catch up with your tantrum.

“It’s supposed to be iridescent, and it was! But now— now what? Its matte! I didn’t even know a potion could be matte!” Your hands tossed up at your sides, only to land back at their place on the bone of your hip. “Not only that — it’s green. Green! How did you even manage that?”

How could you be so cute when you were mad? It was so unfair. You made his life so hard.

“Blaise?!” You looked even more angry now, taking a step closer and shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“Why on Earth are you smiling like that?”

Your hair fell in wisps over your eyes, your cheeks puffed out and your bottom lip jutted. Your chin was raised to meet his gaze. Your height never fazed you. You could stand up to anyone and never feel intimidated.

“Blaise—“

“You’re so pretty. You know that?”

His cheeks ached from how hard he was smiling. He must’ve been grinning like this for awhile now. He wondered if your face hurt too, from scowling at him so much.

But now your scowl was gone. Maybe that gave your pretty cheeks some relief.

Instead, your eyes were wide, your lips parted, one of your brows quirked at an odd angle as your confusion grew. He found himself wanting to kiss it back into place, ease the crease on your forehead away.

“Stupid compliments won’t fix my potion. You’re still a jerk.”

“I know. You hate me for it.”

“Yes. I do.”

Now your expression was something he couldn’t quite place, but it was still one he adored. You were gorgeous in each one of your peculiar moods.

“You’re supposed to hate me.” Blaise said, his lips unable to form anything but that smug smile you knew all too well. “That was the plan.”

“Plan?” Confusion again, the crease in your brow. “What are you on about now, Zabini?”

But then his lips were crashing against yours, silencing your questions that always irritated him so. The kiss shut the both of you up.

Mouths moved in sync, fingers brushed against cheeks and arms embraced. But then you pulled away, your hands firm against his chest to hold him back as he tried to lean in again.

This expression of yours was his favorite by far. Confusion, irritation, anger, and something else all together all at once. Your lips were glossy from his mouth and your cheeks were flushed from the intensity of the moment.

“I hate you. I really do.”

“Come on, dear. I know I charm you.”

#blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #lorenzo berkshire #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #draco malfoy #fluff #angst #love

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How many kids do you two have ? - {blue lock}

Isagi Yoichi

Three kids. Simple. You two bred artistic kids, one an artist, one a singer and your youngest son a soccer player just like his father. Isagi is a proud! Proud! Father. He always brags about his kids then gets teased because they mostly look like you. He doesn’t care though, he loves how similar his kids are to you. What he doesn’t like is how the four of them compete to please you, make you happy, do things for you, they always compete on a daily basis. And Isagi is childish about the whole thing.

Sae Itoshi

Two kids. A set of twins, twin GIRLS to be exact. You know usually the girls share their mothers attitude and wit but with your daughters they are their father’s successors. THE AMOUNT OF SASS AND ATTITUDE IN YOUR HOUSEHOLD IS CRAZY. And what makes it worse is that he taught them Spanish for whenever you all take trips to Spain so when they’re really mad at each other they start yelling in Spanish. You were never really fluent in the language so you’d stand there confused when they’d be speaking too fast. But they were soccer prodigies just like their father, the best thing about it was that they would leave to go practice and you’d have the house to yourself.

Nagi Seishiro

Here me out….six kids . Why? BECAUSE HE IS TOO FUCKING LAZY TO PULL OUT!! He kept saying one more kids will be fine and then you end up getting pregnant with triplets. You only had one set of triplets which happen to be your youngest kids and you told him that if he didn’t pull out you were going to stop having sex with him. He took that threat too serious. The big quirk that your kids got from their father is their clinginess, it’s the triplets. They are the most clingiest with him and he hates and loves it. When you two are laying in bed at night he’s clinging, laying his head on your boobs complaining about how HIS kids won’t leave him alone. Especially when he’s trying to play his games, you just smile and laugh it off because even though he complains he still plays with them and ends up passing out with them all laying around him. Nagi has to be one of the best laziest fathers out there.

Mikage Reo

Two kids. He’s an only child and didn’t want his kids to be lonely. One son one girl. That’s how he wanted it and he was happy. He spoiled his children whenever they did something good and he never made them do anything they didn’t want to do. Both of his kids didn’t want to play soccer actually but they loved going to games because their dad and uncles (Nagi, Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami) played with him. At first he was hesitant about bringing his kids around his parents but he soon warmed up to the feeling and always jumped at their offer to babysit so that he could take you on dates. That’s one thing he was adamant about, he wanted to keep treating you like the queen you are and continue to make you happy.

Itoshi Rin

One. A boy. He was half convinced his own child hated him. Your son always and never failed to cling onto you no matter what, he was a shy pretty little boy who looked like his fathers twin, he looks like Rin when he was a child. Rin actually cried to you about it once and when you talked to your son about it he said that whenever he tries to hang out with his father he always looks pissed about something. This is when Rin comes home from practice he always reviews film for at least thirty minutes and criticizes himself. Now instead of immediately coming home and doing film he spends it with his son and their relationship has gotten so much better to the point where your son doesn’t cling to you as much.

Bachira Meguru

Four. Four little crazy angels just like their father. They LOVE LOVE LOVE their grandma, hell most of them looked like her which you were kinda jealous of but you ignored it because they also mostly looked like Megs. He absolutely adores his kids and you fell in love with him more because of it. You only have one daughter so Bachira every two weeks takes her out on a daddy daughter date so that she can feel special while you sit at him doing flips and shit with your over eccentric sons. Mostly you four just do dance parties then they help you cook dinner which just happened to be your tradition even while they were still in high school. But they got jobs and wanted to change it to them taking you out to a fancy restaurant. And Bachira always had someone to play soccer with, he wasn’t out in the front yard passing to himself anymore.

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ganjas-shit · 3 days

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Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Summary: You get to the bottom of Billy’s feelings but will it be too late?

Pairings: Billy x reader, slight Steve x reader (nothing too crazy)

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexual intercourse, cursing, abuse, blood, harsh language, Neil Hargrove, angst, mention of drugs, mental illness, panic attack.

Authors note: So, turns out I will be turning this into a series but STILL don’t know how long yet! I hope you guys enjoy I’ve been working on this all day. Message me or comment if you’d like to be apart of the tag list! Thank you for your support <3

Chapter Two: You’re gonna be okay.

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The morning air was crisp and refreshing, like sipping cool water. It felt invigorating against your skin, awakening your senses to the day ahead.

You took one more deep breath, enjoying the cool air in your lungs and closed the door behind you, locking it with your house key, and made your way towards the front of your house waiting for Steve’s arrival.

You close your eyes before slapping a hand over your forehead. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath, realizing you forgot to call him this morning. With his habit of sleeping in, you’d likely be late for the billionth time only this time you didn’t find it in you to care, the excitement from last nights events still lingered in your belly.

Billy showed a different side of himself, setting aside his usual arrogance and charm. This unexpected change only fueled your excitement, leaving you eager to learn more about him.

The sound of Billy and Max bickering snapped you out of your thoughts. Though you couldn’t discern their exact exchange, it was evident Billy had the upper hand as Max slammed the passenger door of his car. “Watch it, shitbird, or you’ll be walking to school!” Billy’s voice echoed with attitude and irritation. Neil’s sudden appearance brought a stern reminder for Billy to mind his words when speaking to his sister

As he was about to get into his car, your eyes met his ocean-blue ones, but they held anger towards you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You immediately shook it off, offering him a wave and your bright, sweet smile. He maintained eye contact for a moment but disregarded your greeting, hopping into the driver’s seat of his blue Camaro.

You stood there, dumbfounded, watching him speed off, cringing at the loud sound of his departure. Did you do something? You thought to yourself.

You found the interaction between him and his father last night rather odd. His father’s presence was intimidating and uncomfortable, yet Billy left with a small smile directed towards you. It seemed like he was grateful for your conversation, so you couldn’t understand what could’ve happened.

Steve arrived momentarily, surprisingly on time, his burgundy bmw stopping right in front of you house. You climbed into the passenger side, a mixture of frustration and disappointment bubbling within you. With a heavy hand and a distracted mind, you slammed the passenger door of Steve’s car.

“Hey, easy!” He yelled, his tone irritated at your lack of consideration for his precious baby, bringing you back to the present moment. “Sorry,” you mumbled, shifting your belongings to the front of your legs and fastening your seatbelt.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve huffed. “Who pissed in your cereal this morning?” He glanced towards the driver’s window, checking for any incoming cars or pedestrians.

“Billy Hargrove,” you muttered grumpily, turning your gaze out the window as the trees and houses began to blur with the increasing speed of Steve’s car.

Steve looked over at you, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white in the process. “Yeah, well, at least you’re not being benched today because of him,” Steve said, his tone tinged with anger at the fact that Billy clearly upset you and at the realization that he’s not starting or playing the opening game today.

You remained quiet still distracted by your thoughts.

“What happened?” Steve asked, glancing over towards you. You straightened up and began explaining what had occurred the night before.

You started to explain the night in vivid detail to Steve, although he wished you wouldn’t have because he already didn’t like the idea of you and Hargrove together, and hearing the details made him inwardly vomit.

The car came to a halt when you had arrived at school. Steve parked and took the key out of the ignition, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Billy’s always kind of had a weird temper, y/n," Steve spoke carefully. He wasn’t being judgmental; he's just been a firsthand witness to it. "Him and I have roughed each other up a couple of times," he admitted.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You guys fought?! MORE THAN ONCE? ” You felt a surge of anger; Steve had lied to you. “So that one day after school, when you had a bruised eye, it wasn’t from bumping into a locker, it was from Billy?!” You mimicked Steve’s stupid voice, scolding him.

Steve rolled his eyes at your reaction, his head hitting the back of his headrest. It was the very reason he didn’t want to tell you, because he knew you’d freak out like this. “Can you let me finish?” he asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

You waved your hands at him, signaling for him to continue.

“It was after practice one day, Neil, his dad had come to watch our scrimmage game,” Steve spoke.

Steve never forgot that day. Neil Hargrove looked like the biggest dick of a father anyone could have, and the way he spoke to Billy that day confirmed it.

"Billy, stop being a fucking pussy and get on defense!" Neil screamed, as if he were the assistant coach or something. Steve knew Billy could play defense; hell, he was the one who taught him to plant his feet properly.

Steve had the ball, with Billy defending closely. As Steve dribbled, scanning for an opening, he noticed Billy's distant and uneasy expression; it wasn’t filled with arrogance and a cocky smile like it usually was. "Hey man, you alright?" Steve asked, still dribbling. Billy's response was a glare of rage, yet he seized the opportunity. With a swift move, he snatched the ball from Steve's hand, pushing past him, sending Steve on his ass. Smoothly dribbling past him, Billy scored.

When Billy scored, he yelled and smiled as he usually did, then looked to the sidelines where his father stood, seeking some sort of approval or applause from him. However, he received nothing. Neil walked out, acknowledging nothing and Billy’s smile faltered immediately.

Coach Williams called an end to practice, and everyone left for the locker rooms to shower. Steve stayed for a couple more minutes to stretch his legs. As he walked out, he heard some yelling. Curious, he peeked over the wall to his right and saw Neil and Billy. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he did see Neil push Billy into the wall. Although he wasn’t close enough to hear the exchange, Billy looked frightened, and Neil appeared angry at God knows what. Steve witnessed Neil slap Billy once in the face, causing even him to flinch. With that, Neil left, leaving Billy there. Billy’s head hung low as he looked at his shoes and wiped his eyes.

Steve didn’t know what to do but he did what felt right. Again he asked like a broken record. “You alright?”

Billy flinched at the sound of Steve’s voice. “What did you see?” Billy spat with rage. Steve was confused and even hurt by his response. He was just asking if he was okay? Jesus Christ, was this kid always angry and defensive? Steve thought.

Steve decided Billy was a lost cause. He rolled his eyes, turned his back on him, and decided to just leave.

"Are you deaf?" Billy spat, his voice filled with anger, as he followed behind Steve and forcefully pushed his back, causing Steve to stumble and fall once again.

Steve's empathy ran out, replaced by anger. He got up and pushed Billy back. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all, Harrington!" he laughed manically. Steve noticed Billy's bloody nose, but it wasn't from him; it was from Neil.

Billy then charged at Steve, landing a punch on the right side of his face, and Steve retaliated almost instantly. They grappled and exchanged blows for a couple of minutes until Tommy H. and another teammate intervened to break up the fight.

You let out a deep sigh as Steve finished speaking.

Your heart broke for Billy; his father was a despicable, abusive piece of shit. You felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier, but it still didn’t justify him taking it out on you. Did his father say something about you? You glanced sympathetically at Steve, who had tried to help and ended up with a blow to his right eye. Billy had no right, and while you don't excuse his behavior, you can't help but empathize with him.

"Just be careful with him, y/n," Steve said, his tone filled with concern. "He’s erratic and unpredictable," he added, his worry still evident.

Billy wasn’t a monster; you knew that. You also knew you could handle yourself; you didn’t need protection. After all, you had experience in this department; you dealt with a verbally abusive mother once upon a time.

You smiled at Steve. “I can handle myself. If I can handle the demogorgon, demo bats, and Vecna, I can handle Billy Hargrove,” you said, grabbing his hand that was resting on the center console and squeezing it gently. “Now let’s get to first period before clickety-clackety marks us late.” You finished letting go and opening the passenger door.

Steve did the same. “You know I hate when you and Robin call her that,” he said, now closing and locking his car. “It sounds nerdy,” he explained, speeding up to walk next to you.

Steve grabbed his hand attempting to calm the tingle he felt it in after your touch.

"Too bad," you said, playfully sticking out your tongue as you headed to class, earning you a classic Harrington eye roll. “Wait, how is that nerdy?” You chimed in again, sparking a lively banter between the two of you that continued until you reached class.

You got through your classes today only to be bombarded with more work.

The day you’d been dreading all week: the opening game of the season for Hawkins High.

You only ever enjoyed it when Steve played, but with him not playing tonight, the day seemed even worse. However, I suppose you could try to look on the bright side because it was Billy’s debut.

You walked around the gym, proud of yours and Billy’s work; the banners looked great. You double-checked that everyone was in their rightful place. Cheerleaders? Check. Band? Check. Student council? Check. Eddie Munson? Wait, Eddie Munson? At the Hawkins High opening game? No, it couldn’t be.

Eddie strode your way, wearing his infamous hellfire tee, paired with black ripped jeans and a silver chain that hung at the loops of them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You questioned, smiling, genuinely surprised to see Eddie Munson at the opening game.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m thinking about convincing coach Williams to let me join the basketball team,” Eddie said, mimicking shooting a basketball poorly. “Gotta work on my basketball moves,” he added, moving on to mimic dribbling, which was downright horrid.

“Clearly,” you said, laughing at his terrible performance. “Your form is so off, and you look like you have no rhythm,” you added with a chuckle.

“Oh, I have rhythm. But it’s all in the fingers, baby… And trust me, the ladies love it… both ways,” he said with a smirk, punctuating his words with a wink.

You roll your eyes. “Smooth, Casanova.”

“Why are you really here? Is it Chrissy?” you say, raising your eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner. “Or oh no, wait a minute, are you swooning over Billy Hargrove too?” you tease.

He scoffed slightly, his cheeks flushing at the mention of Chrissy’s name.

“No, but if you must know, O’Donnell said if I checked in with her after the game tonight, she’ll give me extra credit,” he explained, wiggling his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dork he was.

But as you conversed, you couldn't help but notice the glares directed your way, especially from Carol and her friends, who were whispering about the two of you. Admitting it was difficult, but you found yourself affected by the things people said. It stung deeply; the cruelty of others weighed heavily on you, especially considering your own past involvement in similar behavior, which made you feel like you deserved the treatment you were receiving.

You shook off the thoughts that invaded your mind and refocused your attention back to Eddie.

“Wanna sit together? I have good seats in the student council section,” you said cheesing, reaching out to poke his stomach.

"Wow, Eddie Munson getting invited to the VIP section at his first Hawkins high basketball game? Count me in," he said, falling into step behind you as you headed towards the student section.

“You are such a dork.”

You and Eddie made your way to your seats, exchanging greetings with Robin as you passed by. Shortly after, the band started playing, and the basketball team began to roll in.

The team then huddled up and Coach Williams sent in the starting lineup, you felt the anticipation building. The game was about to begin.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Billy. Ever since Steve gave you a little insight into who he was, he had been on your mind all day. Despite your best efforts, he didn’t turn his head once to look at you in class today, You had hoped to catch him after class, but that ditz Tina beat you to it. Seeing him all over her made you physically sick. It was nothing new, but today it stung a little more.

Billy’s facade of arrogance and confidence was beginning to crack.

He wasn’t prepared for this game, his mind consumed by the events of the previous night. His father had never offered him approval, kindness, or any form of support. But he did for you, which only fueled his bitterness toward you. Billy had dedicated himself to sports, hoping to earn his father’s affection and love. And the only commendation his father ever uttered was about you, summed up in just two words.

“Nice girl.”

Billy came to the conclusion that that’s why his father made those comments about you, realizing that Neil was drawn to submissive, weak, and timid women. It gave him a sense of control, a power trip that he relished, and it was the only valid reason.

But, he knew you weren't weak; you stood up for yourself, you were resilient, but it unsettled him. Since the age of 13, Billy had been consumed by anger after his mother left. She abandoned him, leaving him with a void. In you, he found a sense of safety similar to what he felt with his mother. He was unexplainably drawn towards you. Yet, the thought of attaching himself to you terrified him, fearing you might leave just like his mother did.

The thought of his father wanting you for him unsettled him deeply and fueled his desire to rebel. His mind was a war zone; he was caught between conflicting feelings that were tearing him apart.

He couldn’t help but think that Neil wanted him to follow in his footsteps.

Tommy nudged his shoulder snapping him back to reality, “Hey? You ready to kick some ass Hargrove,” Tommy asked excitedly.

Billy nodded, mustering up everything within him to get his mind straight, but then he saw you in the crowd next to Eddie Munson.

His heart ached a little, he felt guilty about this morning, and he started to feel jealousy course through his veins as he watched you laugh with the mop-headed boy. He kept his eyes on you for so long that he completely missed the sound of the whistle going off.

Shit.

The opposing team took had the ball in play and Billy’s mistake was seen by the entire school resulting in the opposing team making their first point.

The crowd was visibly upset with their screams and yelling and this made Billy’s adrenaline increase and his heart rate was speeding up drastically. His father wasn’t present, dinner with his coworkers was much important than his sons first game but why was he hearing him in the crowd?

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BILLY? WAKE THE FUCK UP.”

“YOU ARE WEAK JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER, SHE LEFT ME WITH A GOOD FOR NOTHING SON.”

“Pussy. Get up pussy.”

“Nice girl.”

His father's words echoed in his mind, panic rising. In the midst of the play, he signaled the refs with his right hand while clutching his tightening chest with his left, the crowd's screams growing louder.

“TIMEOUT. TIMEOUT.” Coach Williams screamed and the game came to a halt. The crowds screams turned into whispers and murmurs.

“Billy what’s gotten into you boy?” Coach Williams asked, “Can you do this or do I need to pull you out?”

“I need a minute.” Billy said gripping the chest of his uniform, making his way towards the nearest exit.

“HARRINGTON GET YOUR ASS UP YOU’RE IN,”

Billy held his gaze on yours, and yours remained locked with his. You both were so lost in each other’s eyes that the sound of the ref’s whistle made you jump. You cringed as Billy messed up, not because you cared about basketball, but because you knew how harsh the crowd could be.

Eddie looked from Billy to you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Okay, what was that? ” Eddie spoke up, curious about the exchange of longing between you and the jock.

You sighed deeply.

“Eddie, I have a question,” you stated, your voice catching slightly. "Can I ask you about your dad?" you asked carefully, not wanting to upset Eddie or stir up painful memories.

“My dad?” Eddie questioned clearing his throat, confused at the sudden subject change, “Um yeah go head shoot,” he said as he crossed one arm over another. You looked over at Billy which didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“After you got away from your dad, what was your personality like? Was it hard to trust people, let them in?” You asked refocusing your gaze to him.

Eddie briefly mentioned his dad while we were in the midst of hot-wiring his neighbor's RV a couple of months ago. And when you guys were gearing up for the upside-down, you had downtime leading to a deep talk about your parents, getting to know how bad Eddie had it growing up with his father. He was a schizophrenic, dope fiend, off his meds, obviously. His mother died of alcohol poising when he was about 7 years old, and he knew his father to be an addict his entire life, always in and out of jail, erratic, delusional, always up to trouble. His father didn’t take Eddie’s mother's death well; his mental state started to deteriorate, the drugs clashing with his illness more and more, and he started blaming Eddie for his mother's death, beginning to put his hands on him. Cigarette burns, bruises, black eyes—you name it, he had it.

CPS got involved, and his father was thrown into a psychiatric home. Eddie was alone, abused, for eight years until his uncle Wayne took him in at 15.

“Oh yeah, definitely. It took me a while to trust anyone,” he said with a dark chuckle. “My uncle Wayne was a patient man. I was rebellious, and I started to follow in my old man’s footsteps. It scared the shit out of me because I was hurting my uncle Wayne, but it was all I knew.” Eddie said, “My uncle Wayne taught me what love was, what it meant to be a true father. If I didn’t have that or some type of good in my life, I would’ve been screwed,” he reflected eternally grateful his uncle saved him.

You pulled Eddie in for a hug, grateful that he had shared with you, and he returned the gesture. After letting go, you took a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity as you connected the dots.

“Billy’s in the same boat,” you admitted, “but he’s not letting me in,”

Eddie let out a sigh, looking at you sympathetically.

“You’re still a kid, y/n, and you’re not responsible for him. It took my uncle Wayne a while to snap me out of it. It wasn’t easy,” he said, looking over at you with genuine concern.

“Eddie, I’m far from a kid. I practically raised myself since my mom left. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to,” you said, slightly irritated at his reaction. Eddie regretted his choice of words, but he still meant them. You weren’t responsible. “He needs people like us around him. He’s not a bad person; he just doesn’t know any better, just like you at one point.” You said, your words making Eddie feel sympathy for Billy Hargrove.

The ref’s whistle blew, signaling the game was about to begin once again, and to everyone’s surprise, Steve was in?

“Holy shit! Yeah, Steve!” You exclaimed, leaping up from your seat in excitement. “Look, Eddie, Steve’s in!” With a playful slap on his chest, you urged Eddie to stand and join in applauding Steve’s entrance onto the court.

Eddie rolled his eyes and threw Steve a thumbs up filled with fake enthusiasm. You slapped his chest again, but this time it wasn’t playful; it actually hurt.

As the game commenced, you glanced over to the bench, Billy nowhere to be found. Concern gnawed at you, but you opted to give him his space, especially since he made it clear he didn’t want to be near you. You also needed time; you wanted to talk to him, but you didn't know how to go about it.

"I don’t understand the love for this stupid game. Don’t people know about D&D?" Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, feeling ashamed he was even here.

“Oh, people know about it alright,” you said sarcastically, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “devil worshipper.”

Eddie dramatically gasped. "Take it back now or I’ll scream," he threatened, his voice filled with mock horror.

The night was an absolute blast. Steve's buzzer-beater brought the crowd to their feet, while Eddie's extra credit points from O’Donnell raised his grade to a D+. Principal Higgins even praised your role in the evening's success.

Steve confidently informed you about Billy’s failures, claiming he caught a bug that prevented him from continuing to play today. However, this seemed odd to you, considering he appeared perfectly fine this morning.

Billy was obviously lying.

You congratulated Steve as you bid him farewell, somewhat pleased to see King Steve back in action. Not wanting him to miss out on tonight's fun, you asked Eddie to give you a ride home.

The ride was nice and quiet which was much needed after todays events.

He dropped you off at home, and you made your way to your door. You jangled your keys until you found the right one and stuck it through the keyhole.

You found your way inside and you were welcomed to an empty house yet again, the same note still stuck to the fridge.

You went to your room and started to tidy it up until you heard the sound of Billy’s car pulling up, music blasting from it. He drove like such a maniac, he reminded you of Eddie.

You took a peek out your window and saw that he wasn’t alone.

Oh?

Tina was with him, and they were making out like fucking animals. This angered you beyond words. Did he have no consideration for his neighbors?

You opened your curtains aggressively, then your window which made a loud noise when it hit the top. You didn't know what came over you, but you couldn't care less.

"Hey! You two, mind shutting the fuck up?!" You yelled with all your might from your window, pulling Billy and ditzy Tina away from their heated make-out session.

"You mind fucking off?!" Billy yelled back. Your bitter laughter accompanied a defiant middle finger thrown his way, to which he replied the same. With a frustrated sigh, you shut your window and cranked up the volume on your Walkman, drowning out the rowdiness from outside.

Your interruption infuriated him, rudely disrupting his moment with Tina and making things much more difficult between them.

“Billy maybe we should go somewhere else?” Tina purred, “Maybe lovers lake?” She implied, shoving her tits in his face.

"Nah, here will do. I can’t wait, doll," he said roughly, ripping the bra off her chest along with her panties. Billy’s dick was rock hard, it angered him so much, because all he could think about was you.

Tina lay sprawled out in his backseat, completely nude, and he couldn’t help but think about you, right next door, likely to hear every bit of it.

He lined his dick up at her entrance and hissed at the feeling. He closed his eyes and began to thrust mind falling back to you.

The way your nipples poked through your shirt that night, your perky tits filling his mind with so much imagination. Your flushed face and the way you clenched your thighs when he spoke to you, oh doll you don’t know what you’re missing. He was sure you hadn’t been touched properly with the way your body responded to him, hell, you probably hadn’t been touched at all.

Fuck, he thought, as he thrusted harder into the poor girl. If only she knew who he was imagining instead of her.

Her moans filled the car, echoing through the entire block. Billy was in for a treat tonight with his father.

"Oh god, Billy, right there, yes, yes!" She exclaimed with pleasure. Billy drowned out the sound of her voice and replaced it with the way you screamed at him a couple of minutes ago, you turned him on so much, especially when you were jealous.

Anger quickly consumed him again as he started to think about everything that took place yesterday, today’s game, and you. God, you were infuriating. You invaded his brain like some parasite, and he couldn’t decide whether it was a butterfly larvae destined to flutter around inside of him or a brain-eating parasitic worm who would gnaw at him for a eternity.

He fucked Tina harder, and harder feeling her clench beautifully around his cock. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his tan chest, the feeling quickly filling his body with pleasure, his movements starting to slow.

Unable to contain himself any longer, his groans grew louder.

“Ah, shit, fuck y/n,” he said with his eyes closed, tilting his head back cumming hard into the condom. As his high came down, he mentally scolded himself and closed his eyes once again, but this time in irritation.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Tina screamed, pushing him off of her, “You’re fucking that freak?!” She yelled dramatically.

Billy rolled his eyes.

"Need a ride home, or are you walking?" Billy asked, his tone nonchalant as he completely disregarded her reaction, casually pulling up his pants and getting dressed.

Tina rolled her eyes back at him. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Hargrove. Take me home,” she huffed, quickly redressing herself.

Billy smiled, hopping into the front seat, and drove off.

Once he was done with that, he drove back home, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

"Left eye? Right eye? Nah, too noticeable. People will start asking questions. The stomach? Yeah, that's more of Neil's style," he laughed bitterly, talking to himself.

This is what he wanted. He didn’t care anymore. He always managed to piss his father off somehow, and it would never be on purpose. This was him taking his power back. He’ll give him something to be upset about, he thought, determination coursing through him.

Stepping out of the car, Billy was enveloped by the quietness of the night.

He walked up the steps of his porch and took a deep breath before opening the door. As he entered, there was Neil, seated on the couch as if he were some kind of king. Billy closed the door behind him, locking it securely.

The silence stretched on for a few tense seconds, with nobody daring to break it. Neil waited for an immediate apology, hoping to see Billy cower in fear, but as the apology failed to come forth, Neil's anger only grew more intense.

"You know, with the amount of times I've beaten you, you would think that respect is drilled into that thick fucking brain of yours," Neil spoke up, his voice laced with venom and rage.

Billy stood there unfazed by his father’s words, bored even.

"Don’t you get tired, Dad? Tired of being a shitty fucking father?" Billy spat, laughing bitterly. Neil's eyes widened, and he stood up. "When you act like a shitty parent, this is what you get—a shitty son," Billy finished, his words dripping with resentment and defiance.

Billy’s heart pumped vigorously.

“I pity you. You’re a coward,” he spat out with contempt.

Neil charged at Billy, causing him to fall onto his back, and started throwing punch after punch at his face. “Who do you think you are, huh?!” Neil stopped to grab the collar of Billy’s shirt, bringing his face up to his.

"Your son," Billy spoke, his voice wobbly, blood coming out of his nose, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He was deeply saddened by the poor excuse of a father he had.

Neil laughed dryly. “God, you’re a spitting image of her. You’re just like her too, pathetic,” he spat. “And I’m a coward? Are you forgetting that she abandoned you? She left you with me. What does that say about her?”

Billy now fueled with rage pushed Neil off of him and punched him dead in the face. All hell broke loose after that, with both men fighting seemingly to the death. Billy ended up on his back again, and this time Neil didn’t stop. Billy's vision started to blur, and the last thing he heard was Max and Susan's frantic voices as they attempted to pull Neil off of him.

You were drifting into a deep sleep until a loud banging on your door jolted you awake. Your eyes widened, and you got up immediately, the sound of your Walkman still playing in the background.

You ran towards the door as if it were instinct, and there stood Max. She was sobbing, tears staining her red cheeks.

“Max, what’s going on? Is he back?” you asked, reminded of what still lies beneath this town. Max shook her head vigorously.

“No, it’s Billy. Please, y/n, you need to help me and my mom get him into his car. Neil just beat the shit out of him and took off. We need to take him to the hospital!” She cried.

Without hesitation, you grabbed her hand and ran to the house next door. As you entered, you saw broken frames, beach shell decorations scattered everywhere, and broken glass littering the floor.

And there was Billy, his face bruised and gushing with blood. You wanted to sob instantly. The beautiful boy, with the most mesmerizing smile, lay unconscious on the floor, broken.

“I’ll take his arms, you two grab his legs. We need to move fast,” you said, suppressing every ounce of emotion and acting on pure instinct.

You all carefully descended down the steps, giving it everything you got, Billy wasn’t exactly light but you pushed with everything in you to get him into the back of that car. You fell into the back seat with him his head falling in your chest and Susan hopped in the drivers seat and max in the passenger seat.

You search Billy’s pockets and grab his keys, tossing them to Susan.

"Step on it, let's go! We have to hurry!" you said, your voice remaining calm but urging Susan to make haste.

Susan backed out of the driveway and stepped on the gas pedal of Billy’s car hauling ass to get to the nearest hospital.

You checked his pulse and confirming it’s still present, you notice his breathing is a bit light, sparking an overwhelming amount of anxiety within you.

You whisper softly in his ear, “You're going to be okay,” feeling tears welling up, but you quickly wipe them away, pushing your emotions down once more.

"Hey Susan, take a right here and pull into that spot," you instruct, recognizing the familiar surroundings.

You’d been here one too many times.

We pull right up to the emergency room entrance. Max rushes out, calling frantically for help. Two male nurses immediately respond, rushing out with a stretcher and opening the back seat of Billy’s car. You help him sit up slowly, and they swiftly pull him around with urgency, their movements slightly rough in their haste.

"Hey, watch it! Be careful with him!" you yell at the nurses, frustration and concern evident in your voice.

"Ma'am, please let us do our job," they respond firmly, their tone professional but reassuring.

We all hurriedly follow behind the nurses as they wheel Billy into the emergency room. A doctor approaches Susan, hoping for some insight into what happened so he can provide the best care possible. Susan tells him everything, providing as much detail as she can to assist in Billy's treatment.

"Please wait in the waiting room. We'll call you once we've assessed him and he's stable," the doctor says sympathetically, reassuring you as you reluctantly make your way to the waiting area.

You, Susan, and Max waited anxiously. Max buried her face into the crook of your neck, unable to contain her sobs. You brushed her hair gently, trying to offer comfort, but you were struggling to hold yourself together as well.

Being there brought back uneasy memories, and the uncertainty of Billy's condition only deepened your depression.

Over 25 minutes had passed, each second feeling like an eternity in the tense waiting room until,

"Miss Hargrove, miss Hargrove?" called a nurse, breaking the tense atmosphere. But as the nurse approached, her expression unreadable, a chill ran down your spine, leaving you to wonder what news she was about to deliver about Billy's condition.———————————————————————————

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lawqual1ty · 5 months

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Not so stoic... (Trafalgar Law x Gn! Reader)

Pov: After being saved by the heart pirates from the slavers you have managed to get under your captains nerves repeatedly with your overall life attitude

This is kind of a self insert I'm so sorry

Trigger warning: Mention of blood, autopsies, slavery (briefly mentioned), sharp objects, organs

Law had always been the serious type, calculating, analytical, heck some could even say the same ice age came to life in his heart making his gaze become the worse thing you can find yourself against...

That didn't seem to make you waver at all though... If anything you didn't care much, you had dealt with worse which now... Well needless to say you were making him quite angry

"Y/n-ya! Give that back!" You were running around with his bisturi while you laughed hysterically, you had just finished helping him out in an autopsy and now had offered your help to clean his tools much to his reprimands and his obvious discomfort at the idea of you cleaning up after the bloodied up mess.

"Come on! I'll leave them shinning and sharp I swear!" You kept running around the operation room followed by a very angry Law.

You were a pain in the ass for someone like Law... Ever since you joined he has had a hard time being his usual stoic self, you were such a happy go lucky person that it sort of reminded him of Luffy, almost like during shabondy he hadn't saved just a slave but had somehow managed to bring back an exact copy of Luffy.

Although you weren't exactly like him which pissed him off, besides that usual clumsy demeanor you had a smart side to you not many people got to see. Your deep understanding in history and human anatomy always impressed him, he found out as you entered once to the operation room during an autopsy and offered a helping hand.

He was wary at first but as soon as you put on your full bodysuit and mask like a pro together with two pairs of gloves and got to work his doubts were quickly shut down. You even went out of your way to give him tips on how to take the organs out without cutting through them and how to stop the body from dripping too much blood or lipids from the corpse. You were good and it made him mad knowing you didn't show that side often.

It got to the point sometimes your clumsiness would stick with him, getting rid of his usual stoic and serious self in about two seconds.

Whenever you walked together you would always manage to somehow trip him up, the way you zig zaged as you walked always managed to mess up his walking pattern making him either fall off somewhere or crash against someone.

Much to his annoyance.

But he would never admit he actually loved this side of you... He still struggled to understand how a person like you ended up in a world like this but was somewhat grateful you did...

Your mannerism reminded him that the world wasn't always all that dull or filled with hatred as he always thought, all he needed was a few dumb trip ups to remind him that a scraped knee or a messy needle were nothing in the grand scheme of things...

"Hey Law!" Your voice pulled him out of his trance as he felt how you firmly pulled him back by his collar, he was about to curse at you when all of a sudden he felt a gust of wind quickly pass by in front of him, making his eyes widen as he froze under your grasp.

You had just saved his thoughtful ass from nearly getting himself a quick run to the hospital thanks to a car.

"Jeez and you call me absent minded man?" A sonorous laugh could be heard from your lips. He could only blink in disbelief as you held him firmly by the collar almost like a kitten, although he was... Particularly taller than you.

"Since when... Are you this strong...?" He asked with clear surprise in his voice, you tilted your head to the side "Oh well... Since I started training? Although I still have a long way to go"

You let go of his collar with a smile, the path of cars cleared and you walked up ahead in your usual zigzag form, he stared at you for a bit before you turned around calling for him "you coming captain?"

A small smile formed on his lips, his step following behind closely behind you...

You may have ruined his stoic mannerism...

But seeing you like this...

It may be worth not being serious for once...

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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pairing: billy russo x fem!reader

summary: billy thinks you need an attitude adjustment.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 6.2k

a/n: nobody asked for this, i'm just going through a slutty billy russo phase right now. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

“You should really lock your door.”

A startled gasp flew past your lips when the timber of Billy’s voice filled your otherwise silent apartment. Anger and irritation quickly filled your blood as you took a deep breath to steady yourself, slamming your front door shut behind you as you tossed your keys onto the little side table in the entryway.

“You shouldn’t break into people’s apartments.”

“I didn’t even have to break in. The door was unlocked.”

Turning around to face Billy, you didn’t bother coveting the vexation that twisted your features, glaring over in his direction as he sat calmly in one of the bar stools in front of your kitchen island. His jaw was tense, lips pressed in a firm line, and his dark brown eyes were glaring back at you just as vehemently.

“So you just let yourself in?”

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been callin’ you for hours. I told you to wait in your office.”

“And I said no. Actually, I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘fuck this’.”

Billy’s eyes were glued to your figure as you walked directly past him to enter your small kitchen, standing up on your tiptoes to reach the bottle of tequila perched on top of your fridge. Your hands trembled with rage, continuously slipping on the cap, only fueling your frustration further. No one had ever gotten under your skin the way Billy Russo had. Whatever tiny slivers of a good person he had shown you were constantly extinguished by irrefutable evidence that he was an arrogant asshole with an ego the size of fucking Jupiter.

“I gave you an order.”

“Did you really think I was going to stay? After the way you treated me-”

“Goddammit Y/N, I told you I was handling it.”

Billy slammed his fist down on your island, momentarily stunning you silent. He was all about appearances, and very rarely did he ever lose his temper in front of anyone. He liked to maintain an aura of indifference, as if nothing could pierce his cold, steel exterior. But the fury burning in his gaze gave him away, and you felt a surge of pride that you had managed to piss him off right back. Billy didn’t like being told no, or to be challenged, so you made it your personal mission to do both as much as possible. For whatever reason, you were the only person he allowed to do that.

“Well you fucking handled it wrong. I can even believe you had the audacity to ask me to leave, after the way that asshole spoke to me-”

“Because I was handling it! This is my fuckin’ company, Y/N. I call the shots, not you. If you would have just waited patiently, like I fuckin’ told you to do, then you would know that I cut ties with his business and also gave him the parting gift of a broken nose. I asked you to wait in the office so that I could deal with him directly, because that is my job. I asked you to wait so that I didn’t have to watch him practically undress you with his eyes for the millionth fuckin’ time today. But you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen.”

Tilting your chin up in a sign of defiance, you attempted to keep your composure as Billy stalked around the island, closing the distance between you in two short strides, standing so close you could feel his angry staccato breaths on your eyelashes. His nostrils were flaring, chest rising and falling quickly as he stared you down. You had never been this close to Billy before, and you hated how good his stupid expensive cologne smelled.

You also hated that his slicked back hair always looked perfect, never a single piece out of place, and that his dark beard was always neatly trimmed. You hated that Billy was undeniably attractive, and that he fucking knew it. You especially hated how good he looked in all his ridiculous designer suits that were tailored to fit him like a second skin. You hated how put together he was. You hated how much of a pretentious show off he was. You hated the deep velvet tone of his voice and how your name sounded rolling off his tongue, even if it was spoken with annoyance or irritation laced through it.

You hated that you really wanted to fuck him.

But you loved to fuck with him.

Taking a bold step forward to eliminate any space between your chests, you tipped your head back to glare up at his tall frame, lowering your voice as you let your venomous words sink into his ears.

“We are not in the military, Billy. You are not my commanding officer, and I am not some soldier that’s just going to follow the orders you bark at me without hesitation. That is not how this works.”

“I am your superior. You report to me. You work for me. So yeah actually, that is how this works.”

“Not anymore.”

If you thought Billy’s eyes were dark before, they were completely transcended with pure onyx now. Even this up close, you couldn’t see where his iris ended and his pupil began.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I found a new job.”

That was a lie. You hadn’t been out job hunting. You went to happy hour with your best friend to vent about the asshole client that had made a pass at you, and Billy’s inability to handle the situation correctly, and well…Billy in general. But he didn’t need to know that. You could have a new job by Monday, easily. Granted you probably wouldn’t find one that paid even half as good as Anvil did, or that came with as many perks, but you’d finally be free of Billy and his goddamn god complex.

Somehow Billy’s features became even stonier, his sharp jawline appearing as if it could actually cut through glass while a muscle feathered beneath his neat facial hair.

“You’re not quittin’.”

“You don’t get to make that decision for me. Maybe my replacement will be more compliant.”

“Why do you always have to be so goddamn stubborn?”

“Why do you always have to be such an ass.”

Billy grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed into slits, top lip curling into a snarl that showed off some of his teeth as he blew a deep irritated exhale out through his nose. He let out a dry, humorless laugh as he held his hand up above your head.

“You know, I have fuckin’ had it up to here with that bratty little mouth of yours, and your fuckin’ attitude.”

“Well I’m not your problem anymore.”

Something flashed across Billy’s face that you didn’t recognize, and the rage that was burning in his eyes seemed to grow even wilder. A sinister smirk pulled slowly across his lips, and his brows lifted in an expression that almost resembled amusement as he moved forward. A silent gasp parted your lips when your back met the counter behind you, and Billy made sure to press his chest firm against yours as he trapped you with his tall frame, his arms caging you in as he placed his palms flat on the countertops.

“No. See, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. It is my problem. Because I let you get away with it for too long without any consequences. But now, I think you need to be reminded about where your place is.”

You swallowed thickly at the new proximity to Billy, doing your best to appear unaffected by his presence, but your voice betrayed you as it came out shaky and breathless.

“And where’s that?”

A dark chuckle slipped past his lips as Billy leaned in as close as possible, nose just brushing against yours while he stared directly into your eyes.

“Wherever I fuckin’ say it is.”

Billy’s hand was wrapped around your throat like wild ivy before you even had a chance to process his words, his long slender fingers circling around your windpipe tightly to cut off any protests you threatened to spill. His other hand came up behind you to grab a fistful of your hair, holding you in place so that you had no choice but to stare up at him. Letting out a deep exhale through his nose, he made a tsk tsk tsk noise in the back of his throat.

“You disappoint me, doll. Such a smart girl, so fuckin’ impressive, but you gotta ruin it by bein’ such a goddamn brat. I’d give you the world, you know that? If you just knew how to fuckin’ behave. If you could just be a good girl, I’d give you whatever you wanted. But you wanna act like a bitch, so I’m gonna treat you like one. Here’s how this is gonna go. You do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I say it. You follow my orders without any backtalk or hesitation, I might consider takin’ it easy on you and let you come. You give me any shit at all, I will use you like a fucktoy until I’m satisfied and not let you come once. You understand?”

Your eyes nearly tripled in size at Billy’s words. Billy Russo was a natural flirt, that was a known fact. He hit on any pretty girl within a close range, but was more conservative about it when it came to his own employees. He had lightly flirted with you when you had first started working at Anvil, and you’d be lying if you said the attention from your attractive boss didn’t do something for you, but the more you were around him, the more that charm seemed to wear off as you got to see the real Billy. You didn’t think he actually found you attractive, or that he would actually want to fuck you seeing as how you were convinced he couldn’t stand you either.

Billy tightened his grip around your throat and you suddenly seemed to remember how your limbs worked as your hands shot up to grab onto his wrist tightly, staring up completely in disbelief into his dark eyes.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t speak. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen going to your brain or if you were still having a hard time believing that Billy Russo wanted to fuck you. Heat abruptly spread across your cheeks and between your thighs, because you knew you were going to let him. Billy had gotten you wetter just by speaking to you than other men that had actually been in bed with you. Shutting off the logical part of your brain that was screaming at you how bad of an idea this was and reminding you how much you despised him, you leaned completely into your desire and let your pussy do the thinking. As you slowly nodded your head, Billy’s lips parted into a smug grin.

“Ah, so she does listen.”

It wasn’t hard for Billy to figure out where your bedroom was considering you lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. For a moment you felt embarrassed, knowing that he probably lived in some luxury high rise penthouse somewhere with a bedroom that was most likely the size of your entire apartment. Shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it onto your dresser, Billy kept his eyes fixated on you as he undid his tie and pulled it loose from his neck.

“Hands out, wrists together.”

Your hands were in front of you in a flash, and Billy didn’t bother hiding the satisfied smirk on his lips as he bound your wrists together tightly. The silk fabric of his tie was so soft against your skin, and the black color of it nearly matched his eyes at the moment. Giving the knot a tug to test the security, Billy grabbed your face in one of his hands to get you to look up at him. The smirk was gone as an expression of severity swirled in his eyes.

“You want out at any time, you tell me. Red means stop. You got that?”

Blinking a few times, you nodded your head slowly. Billy shook his head as he took a step forward, cradling your face a little more gently as he stared down into your eyes.

“I need you to tell me you got that. Tell me what I said.”

“Red means stop.”

Billy gave a slight nod of his head, tracing his index finger along your jawline with a proud half smile on his lips.

“Good girl. Now, get on your fuckin’ knees and show me you know how to follow orders.”

Billy grabbed your shoulders in his large hands and forcefully brought you down to your knees, causing a surprised gasp to flow past your lips. Your knees ached slightly as they collided with the hardwood beneath them, but the throbbing between your thighs completely drowned it out. Billy already towered over you, even when you wore heels, but from this angle, he loomed over you like a skyscraper piercing the clouds. He was quick to unbuckle his belt, eyes glaring down at you as he unbuttoned his pants and tugged down his zipper.

“Been thinkin’ about fuckin’ that mouth of yours for months. Always thought there was a better use for it than you talkin’ shit all the time. Now, open those pretty lips nice and wide.”

Instinctively your lips parted when Billy freed his cock from his briefs, a soft noise sounding in the back of your throat. He was completely hard, the swollen tip already leaking down his impressive length, and your mouth watered at the sight. Maybe Billy had a reason to be an egotistical asshole after all. Billy wasted no time slipping his cock past your lips, securing your hair into a tight makeshift ponytail as he groaned loudly above you.

“Fuck…your mouth feels even fuckin’ better than I imagined.”

Moaning softly around his thick cock, you hollowed out your cheeks and opened your mouth as wide as you could to accommodate him, staring up at him with wide eyes. Billy’s lips were parted into an ‘o’ shape, breathless pants leaving him as he rocked his hips against your face in a steady rhythm. He looked like a god above you, and all you wanted was to bring him to his own knees. Billy wanted you to follow his orders, and you were determined to show him that you could be good when you wanted to be. You wanted to show him what he had been missing out on this whole time; what he could’ve had if he hadn’t been such an ass.

Shuffling forward a bit on your knees, you took Billy’s cock even deeper into your mouth, a surprised moan falling from his lips when his tip hit the back of your throat. Billy immediately stared down at you in shock, still gripping at your hair tightly by your roots.

“Oh fuck…fuck.”

You pushed forward until your nose was flush against Billy’s neatly trimmed pubic bone, holding him there in your throat for as long as you could before you started to bob your head quickly, swirling your tongue around his length and swallowing around his tip. Spit dribbled down your chin as you gagged on his cock, flicking your tongue over the sensitive slit of his tip as he retracted his hips. Billy was an absolute mess above you, moaning loudly at the way you deepthroated him, tugging roughly at your hair as he kept thrusting his hips against your face.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ baby…fuck you know how to use that mouth. Knew you could, doll. Knew you could be my good girl.”

A hum of appreciation sounded in the back of your throat as you let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the heavy feeling of Billy’s velvety soft cock sliding against your tongue. Your thighs were practically sticking together from the mess between them. You loved the way Billy roughly tugged at your hair, and the juxtaposition of his filthy praise mixed with the degrading way he fucked your face. You let your mind wander to just how rough he could get, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing from the excitement.

You had always thought Billy’s power transcended into the bedroom, and maybe that’s why you found yourself attracted to him. Billy was tenacious, never took no for an answer, and always did whatever it took to get his way. He was dominant in every sense of the word, and you secretly had always wanted to fuck a man like him. A man that would bend you to his will, and then fuck you past it. Your hand snuck between your thighs of its own accord, desperately searching for some kind of relief as you slipped your fingers past your soaked panties. Billy groaned loudly above you at the sight.

“Holy shit, are you touchin’ yourself?”

A soft whine was muffled by Billy’s cock still slipping in and out of your mouth, and his other hand suddenly came down to grip your jaw forcefully.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes instantly flew open, a fresh wave of arousal coating your thighs at the dark look in Billy’s eyes and the sinister smirk on his lips.

“Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t be fuckin’ greedy. What did I tell you, huh? Make me come down that pretty throat, and maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Reluctantly pulling your hand away, you kept your eyes locked on Billy’s as you started to move your head faster, whining around his length as you gripped onto his thighs tightly.

“That’s it, look up at me with those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth. That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Gonna let me come down that pretty throat?”

Nodding your head furiously, you alternated between sucking fervently on the head of Billy’s cock and taking him as far down your throat as you could manage. Billy threw his head back above you, his thrusts getting sloppier the closer he got to the edge, heavy pants of your name and various swears falling from his sinful lips. He held onto the back of your head tightly to keep you in place as he came with a loud shout, spilling wave after wave of warmth down the back of your throat that you swallowed as quickly as you could. Billy stumbled backwards slightly, leaving you gasping for breath as his cock slipped out of your mouth, staring up at him through blurry vision from tears that threatened to slip past your eyes.

Billy let out a dark chuckle as he started down at you, panting breathlessly as he leaned back against your dresser to compose himself.

“Goddamn, baby. If I had known you could do that, I woulda had you under my desk this whole fuckin’ time.”

You had never gotten particularly turned on by dirty talk before, or maybe your previous partners just weren’t good at it, but every sinful word that slipped past Billy’s lips went straight to your core and you whimpered softly. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared down at you, arching one of his dark brows as a smug smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Look at you, on your knees like a pathetic whore. Couldn’t even help touchin’ yourself when you took my cock down your throat. Not such a fuckin’ brat now, are ya?”

“Billy-”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“God yes.”

“Beg me. Stay on your knees, and beg.”

“Please.”

“Ah, c’mon. You can do better than that. You were runnin’ that fuckin’ mouth just fifteen minutes ago. Why should I give you what you want when you’ve been such a pain in my fuckin’ ass, huh?”

A needy whine slipped past your lips as you gripped furiously onto the hem of your dress that had ridden up your thighs, feeling frustrated by Billy’s cruelty and overwhelmed by the desire throbbing at the apex of your thighs. The tie around your wrists was starting to bite into your skin from how hard you were tugging at it.

“Please, Billy. I was good…I did what you asked. Please, I’m sorry. Let me make up for it, please. I need you to touch me…need it so bad, Billy. Please just touch me…please.”

You didn’t care how pathetic and desperate you sounded. You didn’t care that he could see the tears threatening to spill from how overwhelmed you were. You didn’t care that he had won this little battle of who could be more defiant. Your pride had completely gone out the window the second he had wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Stand up. Now.”

You pushed yourself up with your bound hands as best as you could, knees feeling somewhat wobbly from how turned on you were. Billy made a motion with his finger for you to turn around, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you followed his silent order with a soft whimper.

“Bend over.”

You heard a light rustling of fabric behind you as you leaned over your bed slightly, grasping your comforter in your nimble fingers. The sound of Billy’s belt hitting your floor made your ears perk up, and you instinctively arched your back even more, wiggling your ass ever so slightly. The warmth of Billy’s hands suddenly on the back of your thighs caused you to jump, and he snickered lowly as he agonizingly pushed your dress up past your hips slowly. A deep groan resonated in his throat behind you, and you shuddered at the sound.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Got these panties fuckin’ soaked all the way through. You liked suckin’ my cock that much?”

“Yes.”

Billy delicately pushed the fabric aside, revealing your glistening cunt to him, and you shivered as the cool air made contact with your slicked folds. He lightly brushed his middle finger experimentally up and down your lips, humming in content behind you as you pushed your hips back against his hand for more. His other hand suddenly came down in a harsh slap against your ass, jolting you forward as you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Told you not to be fuckin’ greedy.”

Billy’s palm print stung against your ass, but the way he slowly outlined your clit with his index finger had you nearly on the verge of combusting.

“God…Billy…please…”

You could feel the warm, toned muscle of Billy’s stomach against your ass, and the blunt head of his hard cock brushing against your inner thigh. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties to lazily tug them down your thighs, slipping them off to stuff into his pocket.

“Always wanted to bend you over and fuck you in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

Billy gripped your ass in one of his large hands, kneading the flesh in his fingers as he slipped his index finger into your pussy, sucking in a deep breath loudly behind you as you moaned loudly.

“Goddamn you’re fuckin’ tight. No one’s fucked this pretty cunt properly, huh? No wonder you’re so bitchy all the time. Bet no one’s even made you come from fuckin’ you.”

Heat flushed into your cheeks at Billy’s words. The way he spoke to you should piss you off, and if you were level-headed, it probably would warrant your handprint being painted across his pretty face. But instead, all it did was make you want him more. You were slightly embarrassed that Billy was right. No other guy you’d been with had been able to get you off during sex. You always had to finish yourself off afterwards, which was frustrating. Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you backwards so hard, you cried out as the back of your head was now flush against his chest and his mouth was right by your ear.

“I asked you a question, doll. I expect an answer.”

“N-No. No Billy…no one…fuck…no one has. Have to…God, have to take care of myself.”

You were nearly breathless just from Billy slowly pumping one of his fingers inside of you. He made a sound of disapproval in the back of his throat, lightly nipping at your jaw as his thumb quickly ghosted over your clit.

“My poor girl. That’s just fuckin’ criminal. You’ve got the prettiest pussy, baby. Bet it tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Let’s see.”

A loud whine slipped past your lips when Billy withdrew his finger from you, gripping onto your jaw to make you watch as he licked your wetness off his index and middle fingers, eyes fluttering shut as he moaned at the taste.

“It’s really too bad you were bein’ such a fuckin’ brat earlier, cause I’d like nothin’ more than to bury my face in that sweet cunt until you were beggin’ me to stop. Maybe next time, doll.”

Billy let go of your hair as he pressed his palm flat against your back between your shoulder blades, shoving you roughly face down into the mattress as he climbed onto your bed behind you. He reached underneath your stomach to unravel the tie from your wrists, only to drag your arms behind you to bind them together again behind your back. Billy rubbed the head of his cock teasingly against your clit, chuckling darkly as you whimpered into your sheets.

“Should’ve behaved, doll. You earned this.”

Without warning, Billy pushed the blunt head of his cock past your entrance, sheathing himself completely inside you with one powerful thrust that sent your body forward. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size before he was gripping onto your waist hard enough to leave perfect indentations of his fingertips, pistoning into you from behind at a savage pace. Your entire bedroom was filled with the cacophony of your moans and pleas of Billy’s name, the sound of his hips repeatedly snapping against the back of your thighs, and the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his thick cock over and over and over.

Billy gripped onto your bound wrists, grunting lowly behind you and roughly smacking his hand over your ass as he fucked you relentlessly into your mattress.

“This is all you needed, isn’t it? Just needed someone to fuck that goddamn attitude out of you, huh?”

You couldn’t form a single coherent thought. You couldn’t grab onto anything to hang onto. You couldn’t do anything except take everything Billy was giving you, and you loved it.

“C’mon pretty girl, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you stupid already.”

“I…I…Billy…”

Billy let go of your waist to lean over you, resting his bodyweight entirely on top of you as he pressed his chest flush to your back. There was something comforting about the weight and warmth of his body caging you in completely as his cock dragged deliciously along your walls, and it nearly made your eyes roll into the back of your head. His hand wrapped around your throat tightly once again, lifting your head up slightly as he sucked at the spot just below your ear, grunting lowly and nipping at your jaw.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? Wanted me to fuck you like this?”

You couldn’t speak. All you could do was nod feebly as you whimpered, reveling in the sensation of his fingers tightening around your throat.

“Wanted me to treat this pretty pussy right? Make you come around my cock?”

A louder whine fell past your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, and Billy groaned loudly in your ear as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“Then fucking take it. Take my cock and show me what a good girl you can be. Show me you can listen, c’mon. Wanna feel that pussy drip onto my balls when you come. Show me, baby.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too overwhelming. Billy pressed his fingers against your jaw to turn your head, capturing your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he angled his hips to reach a further depth within you, sending you crashing into your orgasm with a sharp cry of his name. He was everywhere. The steady feeling of his hand around your throat and his arm around your waist kept you upright as your knees gave out. The scent of his cologne had you slipping further and further into another plane of existence as stars danced behind your eyes. The low, velvet timber of his voice sounded lightyears away in your ears as he praised you, telling you how proud of you he was, beaming about what a good girl you were for him. He continued to fuck into you brutally as he chased his own high, spilling into you with a loud moan of your name, trapping your body beneath his as you both collapsed onto your bed.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you slowly descended back to Earth, but as your vision started to become clear again, you noticed that Billy was laying on his back with one arm propped behind his head, and he had pulled you onto his chest. His fingers were slowly carding through your hair as he watched you, the edge of his mouth curling upwards when your eyes finally met his.

“There she is.”

Blinking slowly a few times, you stared up at Billy in a trance, your entire body simultaneously feeling weightless and heavy all at once. The satisfied smirk toying at the edge of his mouth had a rush of embarrassment coating your cheeks a deep shade of blush.

“Hi.”

“Hi pretty girl.”

Billy’s lips parted into a soft grin, and the warmth and intimacy of it had you hiding your face into his chest. He chuckled as he moved his hand to cup your cheek, gently lifting your jaw to get you to look at him.

“You alright?”

Anxiously nibbling at your bottom lip, you nodded your head slowly as you stared at him. The grin on his mouth languidly melted into something softer, and his eyes morphed into a more serious expression.

“You sure? Wasn’t too much, was it?”

“No…no it…it wasn’t.”

Billy stared into your eyes silently for a moment, searching for anything that would indicate you weren’t telling the truth. His lips fell somewhat into a frown as he stroked his thumb along your cheekbone.

“You really found a new job?”

“No.”

Billy paused his movements, arching one of his brows as his eyes narrowed slightly.

“You lied to me?”

“I was mad at you.”

Billy let out a deep exhale through his nose as he closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head slowly.

“Woman, you’re gonna send me into an early goddamn grave.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated look on Billy’s face, and his eyes immediately flew open as he stared at you incredulously.

“Oh that’s funny, huh?”

“No! I mean…kinda.”

Billy narrowed his eyes again as your lips pulled into a playful smile. He let out another deep exhale of annoyance dramatically, causing you to giggle before his lips pulled into a timid smile.

“So you’re not quittin’ then?”

“Unfortunately, no. My boss is kind of a dick, but he pays really well. He also gives mind blowing orgasms, so there’s that.”

Billy’s mouth split into the widest grin as he leaned in, brushing his nose gently against yours before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Your heart suddenly started to race as the severity of what just happened began to sink in.

You had just fucked your boss, and you weren’t sure what this meant moving forward. You weren’t sure if Billy actually liked you, or if he just wanted to fuck you. You also felt a lingering cloud of confusion looming over your head. Sex with Billy was incredible, and you definitely wanted more of it, but the way he was being so gentle with you made your head spin and reignited the ember of a crush you’d developed when you first started at Anvil.

But you weren’t sure if you could be with Billy. Ethical reasons aside, he was always so hot and cold with you, and the two of you argued about almost everything. Now you couldn’t tell if that was just due to the tension that had been thick between the two of you, or if you were just really that incompatible.

“Stop thinkin’ so hard.”

“What?”

“I can practically hear what’s goin’ on in your head right now.”

“No you can’t.”

Billy sighed as he pulled back to look at you, tilting his head to the side as he gave you a pointed look.

“We already back to this? Can’t we just enjoy the moment?”

“For how long, Billy?”

Billy’s brows furrowed slightly as he picked up on the vulnerability laced within your voice, sitting up a little to move closer to you as he wet his lips with his tongue.

“How long you want to?”

Billy stared at you silently as he waited for an answer. Your mind was a whirlwind of doubt and worst possible case scenarios, and you were struggling to find the silver lining.

“You’re my boss, Billy.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Do you even like me?”

“You’re jokin’, right?”

“No, Billy I’m not. Sometimes I genuinely can’t tell. Half the time I feel like you despise me.”

Billy dragged his palm down his face as he sat up fully, gesturing for you to sit up so he could take one of your hands to lace with his own.

“Baby, I mean this sincerely, you are an absolute pain in my ass. You get on my nerves more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life-”

“Billy-”

“I’m not finished. But, I don’t mind. Because you’re the only person brave enough to challenge me, to give me pushback when you feel like somethin’ ain’t right-”

“I thought you hated that-”

“My God woman, will you please shut up and let me talk?”

A scowl formed on your lips as you pulled your hand away from Billy’s briskly and crossed your arms over your chest. He let out a deep sigh as he cocked his head to stare at you, shaking his head with a light smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re a goddamn handful, but you’re mine. I like that you challenge me. I like that you argue with me. I like that you call me out on my shit. I need someone like that. I need you. I meant what I said earlier. I do think you’re fuckin’ impressive, and incredibly smart, and I don’t wanna see you go. Not just cause I’m selfish, but also cause you’re a valuable asset to my company. You’re damn good at your job, and you make me better at mine. I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick lately, but in my defense, you bring that out in me. And I’m sorry if I hurt your feelin’s earlier, I wasn’t tryin’ to. I just fuckin’ hated the way he kept starin’ at you. And when he said that to you, I lost it. You may not like how I handle things, but I am always gonna protect you and come to your defense. You understand?”

Billy’s heartfelt confession thawed the icy resentment that you had been feeling towards him, and you felt warmth bloom within your ribcage. You didn’t even know what to say to him. Swallowing thickly, you gave a slight nod of your head as you stared at him doe-eyed, not trusting your own voice to respond. Billy chuckled lightly as he shook his head, clicking his tongue against his cheek.

“So fuckin’ you and pourin’ my heart out to you is how I shut you up, huh?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved at his chest as you scoffed.

“God, sometimes you ruin everything whenever you open your mouth.”

Billy suddenly pushed you onto your back, tearing a surprised gasp from your mouth as he held your hands captive above your head and peered down at you with lust once again clouding his eyes.

“Why don’t you let me fix it with my mouth, then.”

Billy positioned his knee between your thighs to nudge them apart, staring down at you hungrily as he leaned down to nip lightly at your bottom lip.

“Billy…”

A wicked smirk curled at the corner of his mouth at the breathy tone of your voice, pulling back slightly as you chased his mouth with a soft whine.

“Yes, baby?”

“How…what…I don’t-”

“Shh shh shh, we can figure that out later. Right now, I’m in the mood for something sweet.”

tags: @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

#billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x fem!reader #billy russo x f!reader #billy russo fic #billy russo smut #brat tamer!billy russo

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urrockstar-xe · 6 months

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never enough - j.m x fem!reader

posted nov 2nd, 2023 12:16 am

hey, sorry i ghosted, I'm not doing to hot but here's something, I'm trying a little November challenge where i try and cope with life things where i write an imagine/blurb inspired by something that happened during my day, here's an argument i had with my mommy in a jj fic lol this isn't my best work but i hope u like it :3

this includes wording stating that the reader's hair is a texture that is easy to play with and the use of y/n and probably inaccurate JJ but i needed his comfort sue me

summary: How do you deal with having to have the very same (or at least very similar) conversations with your loved ones that involve what you're currently going through? Because that's the exact problem you’ve been having with JJ. angst to fluff??? kinda? hurt/comfort? idk

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“You never do anything to show that you love me, JJ! You throw your arm around my shoulder and call it a fucking day”

Eventually what once was calm and civil and even mature conversations turn into screaming matches.

“I don’t know what else you fucking want from me, Y/n!” JJ’s voice bounced off the walls of the chateau which was luckily empty due to the small fire in the back.

“JJ, I expressed what I needed, I used my words and my actions to show and tell you exactly what I needed and you still couldn’t do me one small favor? I just wanted you to run your fingers through my hair a few times is that so fucking hard?” Your own voice was wavering in volume, sometimes louder and sometimes quiet, defeated even.

“I listen when you vent, I do better when we have a problem, I even fucking cancel my plans to spend time with you, nothing I do is ever fucking enough for you!” and there it was, the words slipping out of your dear boyfriend’s mouth before he could even think about it, the words that thrown in your face so very often, the words that made you question everything about yourself

He was trying, he was listening and he was being incredibly patient and understanding with you.

The look of regret from his words alone was enough to realize that.

Until that gross feeling of pride came onto you, possessing your entire being with the rage you’ve had building inside of you for months.

“Fuck you, JJ. fuck you, because I got upset with you and when I tried to walk away and blow off steam you got pissed and bitchy and didn’t fucking let me, and then when I explained my issue to you, you gave me a fucking attitude.” Your words were fast now, spewing out like a soda when you shake it too hard.

“I needed you! And I told you that! Just like you asked me to! How am I supposed to properly communicate with you when you tell me one thing and then turn around and do the fucking opposite!” it was less of a question and more of an accusation but at this point, it was hard to care.

You had tried responsibly talking to him, getting to a better place with him, but it wasn’t getting anywhere. Your relationship with JJ getting heavier on your shoulders and piling what smelt like loads of shit onto what you’ve already been struggling with.

“Y/n, baby-” JJ started but you were already out the door, feeling the guilt from ignoring him as you walked away yet still ignoring his calls even as your friends called out at the sight of you leaving what was supposed to be a night of freedom for the pogues.

When the next day came around the avoiding calls started, when JJ and Y/n got into a fight it caused tension in the entire friend group. There's a reason “pogues don’t date pogues” is such a big rule for you and your friends.

It wasn’t a rift it was just a fear, a fear of losing everything you all had,

all that you guys had.

But you couldn’t deal with the confrontation today, so you turned off your ringer and went about your day as normal, morning routine, work, go home, homework.

5 pm rolled around and you thought that maybe they had given up (feeding your delusional anxieties and fears at no fault of the pogues but still)

Then there was the knock on your door, and then another after you ignored the first,

This pattern repeated until eventually, you sighed, getting up from your bed to go down the hall and answer who you knew was your impatient boyfriend at the door.

“Hey, beautiful!” JJ’s voice was quiet as if he was astonished at the fact that you actually opened the door. The array of flowers sat loosely in his hands before he watched you look down at them and back up at him, wordlessly.

“Oh! This is for you, I uh, wanted to apologize.” JJ was almost stumbling over his words as he went to hand you the flowers, carefully examining you as you took them and moved back into your home,

He followed, mumbling more apologies before you set the small bouquet on the kitchen counter and turned to him.

“Listen, Y/n, You were right, I did ask you to be more clear on things you need from me and you were, and I, I dismissed you completely, I was just drunk and all over the place and I’m overworked like hell lately but these aren’t excuses and I’m sorry, my sweet girl, I really mean it” JJ’s words were calculated, he had thought about them all day and he did mean it,

despite this, there was still an aching feeling in your chest,

and the confusion and guilt you felt for still being upset about this stupid mistake caused the recurring tears to well up in your eyes as you stared at JJ’s chest, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh, baby” he whispered, quiet and delicate like if he spoke any louder you’d fall apart in front of him.

Carefully, JJ pulled you into him, not knowing what else to do but you let him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as sobs wrecked through your body, broken apologies barely being heard through your tears and shaky breaths but JJ still held you,

Playing with your hair and shushing you and whispering “It's okay, baby” to every little apology that slipped past your lips.

You stood with each other like this until you eventually calmed down, JJ had managed to lean against the counter and in turn, get you to lean on him.

“I’ll do better baby I promise” He whispered into your hair, hoping you could hear it through the small pains of your hiccups from crying.

“I’m sorry there's always something wrong with me” you mumbled back, the soft laugh from JJ catching you off guard as he pulled you back just enough to hold your tear-stained cheeks in his hands.

“There’s always somethin’ wrong with us, we’re pogues.” He teased, earning a quiet scoff from you before he shut you up with a soft kiss pressed to your swollen lips and then one on your nose, and another on your forehead.

“We’ll be okay, pretty lady, we’ll get through it,”

#jj maybank x you #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj mayback imagine #outer banks imagines #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank angst

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iovesia · 7 days

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Hi! first time saying something here, i just read “be my daddy tonight.” and it was one of the greatest things i’ve read! and a thought popped in my mind, what would happened if bratty!rich!reader meets a certain lawyer (Kevin Lomax) in one of her dads senator’s ball? how would her bodyguard’s react? 👀🫣

(if you don’t like the idea you can ignore it!)

i love your blog btw! i always come back everyday to check it it’s one of my favorite things 💗

-☾𖤓

yeah bratty!reader definitely is gonna need to lawyer up with all the scandals she's up to .. and thank you, lovie ♡ !! (wrote this in hc form because it's 3am..)

୨୧ ⋆ you weren't even paying attention when you bumped into kevin. you were too busy trying to slide past the groups of boring, old businessmen, when suddenly, your shoulder harshly collides with another.

୨୧ ⋆ obviously you turn around to scold whoever they are, because uh— helloooo?— rude, much? the words leave your lips before you recognise who you're speaking to:

୨୧ ⋆ kevin's slightly impressed / shocked by your attitude. "a little sour under that sweetness, i see," he muses, sipping his champagne with a smirk.

୨୧ ⋆ you're not the first rich offspring brat he's encountered at these balls— but you're definitely the prettiest, which is why he entertains your attitude problem.

୨୧ ⋆ kevin's real smooth, and even makes you trip over your words at a point. his sultry southern twang was such a refreshing change from the droning of the geriatrics in suits. kevin is suave, kevin is confident, kevin is.. touching your waist?

"you were right— softest thing i've ever felt," he makes you pause and look down, and you see his fingers gently feeling the material wrapped around your waist.

"someone's touchy," you scoff, but can feel your ears burning.

୨୧ ⋆ the first one to notice this was of course john (wick)— he any ways was searching for you— being the ever vigilant bodyguard he is. and he's genuinely frozen when he sees how cozy you and the sleazebag lawyer have been getting.

"so you found her—" constantine walks up behind his partner, but his words cut short when he sees was john is staring at. "you've got to be kidding me."

"my sentiments exactly," john mumbles, his voice low, his eyes unable to tear away from the distant sight.

୨୧ ⋆ the pair of them are just staring.. like staring at you and kevin talking. john is quietly seething because he loves to brood, while constantine is just taking digs at kevin.

"he looks 5'7," constantine rolls his eyes. "hey, how much you wanna bet i can get that exact shirt he's wearing at the dollar store—"

୨୧ ⋆ between listening to constantine's thinly veiled jabs, and watching you shamefully let kevin hit on you— john chooses to just put an end to both.

୨୧ ⋆ he bluntly asserts himself in between you and kevin, keeping his back to him. you tell him off for being rude, and you're only met with a silent glare.

"that was so rude, what the hell's your problem?!" you hiss, your tone high-pitched and pissed as john drags you away. he made up some excuse of your father needing to talk to you. "god, you totally embarrassed me back there!"

"send your boyfriend my sincerest apology," john replies monotonously, except for the word 'boyfriend' which was laced with mockery.

୨୧ ⋆ constantine's wearing his smug smirk when he makes eye contact with kevin, silently telling him to 'fuck off', before following behind you and john. let the games begin.

#love letters.#☾𖤓 anon.#john wick x reader #john constantine x reader #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves x reader #*⠀john wick.#*⠀john constantine.#*⠀kevin lomax.#bodyguard au #divider cred. fairytopea

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m4tthewsgf · 1 month

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Moonlight (pt 2)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x y/n

A story where a boy who is terrified of love lays his eyes on a girl who's determined to save everyone else, but herself.

prologue, pt1

Warnings: abuse, mention of loosing a love one, language

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Austin’s friends were…questionable, to say the least. They were all so different from me. I clearly didn’t fit it. It was a friend group of 2 boys and only one girl who clearly didn’t like me.

“Another one Austin? Really?” she rolled her eyes as she saw the two of us approach the table. “It’s only been a week since-”

“Jessica, enough,” Austin said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, I’m Jake,” the other boy greeted and nodded his head to me. I smiled at him. Out of the three, he seemed the nicest.

“I’m y/n,” I sat down next to Austin, “I assume you’re Jessica,” I spoke softly to the other girl.

“Good, you have fucking ears,” she spat and shot me a sarcastic smile. Why is everyone here so rude?

I nodded my head at her in defeat, still with a wide smile plastered on my face, as the guy next to me gently patted my shoulder.

“Don’t pay attention to her, she’s just grumpy all the time,” he whispered to my ear with a chuckle.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I shrugged and turned my head towards her.

“You’re really pretty,” I complimented her wholeheartedly. She truly was; her skin was pale and her hair long, curly and black. I almost envied her beauty.

She just looked up from her phone and I swear if her eyes shot daggers, I would be dead in an instant.

“You have fucking eyes too, nice,” she repeated with the same exact attitude as before. I just nodded once again and returned my attention to the apple that I had placed on the table once I had sat down. I couldn’t even bring myself to eat it, but at least I had some sort of food in front of me, not wanting them to think otherwise.

“So, you’re new here?” Jake asked me, hoping to fill the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between the 4 of us.

“Uh, yeah. Moved here from Long Island a couple of weeks ago,” I replied kindly, with a low voice.

“So, you’re rich?” Jesica had already put her phone down and a slight smirk was evident in her lips, “Doesn’t seem like it,” she judged, her eyes scanning my appearance, silently judging me.

“I uh- I wouldn’t say that, to be honest,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, no shit. I mean, look at you, a fucking rat looks better than you right now-”

“Jessica!” the boys shut her up. Jake looked at me with a sad expression while he sent me a sympathetic grin.

“It’s okay, she’s not wrong,” I chuckled. Did it hurt? Yes. Did I want her to know? Fuck no.

She just looked at me with a confused look at my reaction. She looked sceptical.

“Are you always this smiley? ‘Cause it’s already starting to disgust me,” she spoke again, her voice low but full of poison.

“What’s your fucking problem?” Austin yelled at her and slammed his palm on the table, making me flinch. I didn't like this.

“Look at her! This,” she pointed at me, “is my problem!” Jessica yelled back. I wanted to disappear.

Maybe I didn’t need any friends after all.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start any of this. I’ll just go,” I quickly apologised and got up from my seat. Austin called out my name, but I didn’t even bother looking at him.

I’d rather spend lunch time in the bathroom than relive this.

I felt like an imposter. I didn’t even know what I did to piss her off that much. Maybe my presence was enough to make her blood boil. Everyone was so different from me. Correction, I was so different from everyone. The kids in this city were rude and ruthless. They looked put together and wore designer’s clothes. They were all in each other’s league and there was I, a nobody in a place filled with somebodies.

Not that in Long Island was any different. There were a lot of rude and ruthless kids there too, but kindness was more evident in my home city. The school I attended was a supportive community and no form of bullying was accepted. Even though I still didn’t have any friends there, school felt more like home than my own house. At least I knew that the teachers cared and looked out for me, unlike my mom. Plus, my brother was still alive. That fact alone was enough to make any kind of mental pain I was feeling at the time vanish.

I sighed at myself at the memories that rushed through my mind as I walked towards the bathroom, hoping that it wouldn’t be as chaotic there as it was in the cafeteria. I felt tears brim in my eyes. Why did I feel like crying? I certainly didn’t want to cry. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to get them out of my waterline.

I pushed the bathroom door open and quickly got into a stall. A deep sigh escaped from my lips as I relaxed knowing that I was on my own. I pulled out my notebook and continued writing in it.

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“Mom, I’m home!” I yelled once I entered the living room, but no answer. I heard muffling from the kitchen.

“Mom?” I called out again and started making my way towards the sound.

“I fucking heard you the first time, kid” she groaned. She was putting her bottles of freshly bought liquor on the counter. Chills ran through my spine.

Great.

“I thought you didn’t, sorry,” I sheepishly said and my eyes fell on my shoes, too scared to look at her. She just stood there, staring at me.

“How was school?” she asked and I swear I could feel my face light up at her question.

“Oh! It was um-”

“Whatever, you got any money? I need to buy groceries” she cut me off. The small smile that had formed in my face dropped, my eyes turning into a thin line.

Dumb. That's what I was. How did I even think she was the slightest interested in my day?

“Mo- money?” I repeated, trying to decipher if I was hearing correctly.

She couldn’t be serious right now.

“Yes, kid. Mo-money,” she mocked, “You got any?”

“Mom, you literally bought 10 bottles of liquor! That costs hundreds of dollars! You spent my brother’s money on that and not on groceries?” I snapped at her. I was mad and disappointed, even though I had no reason to be. I knew her. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I just hoped that maybe someday, one day, she would actually care about me and my wellbeing.

“That’s right, your brother’s money. And since that moron isn’t around anymore, I do whatever the fuck I want with it,” she spat. I flinched at her raised voice.

“Don’t talk about him like that!” I yelled at her back. She could say whatever she wanted about me, but talk shit about my brother? That was something I couldn't tolerate. My hands turned into shaking fists.

“Why? What are you gonna do, huh?” she launched forward and grabbed my wrists harshly, having noticed the way my fingers had turned into balls, making me unable to move them.

“You- you’re hurting me, mom!” I choked. I was close to crying. The way she was holding me felt like I was in shackles. I was sure her grip on me would leave marks on my skin.

“I asked you something, you ungrateful bitch,” she said through gritted teeth, her face so close to mine I could feel her hot breath on my skin.

“I- I have a couple dollars left,” I stuttered and she released me from her hold with an evil smile on her wrinkled face.

“See? Not that hard, hm?” she sang and motioned me to give it to them. I obeyed, with a shaking body and an unstable breath.

I tried my best to keep my composure in front of her. I hated crying in front of others, and most importantly my mom, if I could even call her that. I didn’t want anyone to know how weak I actually was. I didn’t want them to know how easily I could break. And I didn’t want to give them the chance to hurt me.

There was only one person I could fully trust and be myself with, and that person wasn’t there anymore. I hoped he was somewhere in the clouds watching over me, guiding and guarding me. I didn’t even believe in heaven and hell but if one person deserved to go to the former, it would be him. He was the purest soul, the one who taught me how to be kind and always be there for others. I should have been there for him, too.

I felt my heart clench and my breathing quicken. Air. I needed air.

Maybe I should go for a walk.

I grabbed my keys and notebook and headed back outside.

I had taken a couple of walks in the area after I moved to Boston just to get to know my new neighbourhood so I wouldn’t get lost in it. It was a pretty place, with a lot of greenery and nature. It brought me some kind of comfort, for some reason.

I found a bench near a park and decided to sit in it, not wanting to be surrounded by other people. The last thing I wanted to do was be with others.

Alone. That's what I was. I didn't have anyone. I didn't feel like I needed anyone to be fair. I loved spending time on my own, doing things that brought me a bit of joy without any stress or guilt. I loved being on my own, but actually being alone, with anyone to trust and talk to crushed me. Not because I didn't have anyone, but because others didn't have me. I wanted to be needed, to be someone that was needed, and I clearly wasn't.

My hands start to shake and suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe. Distractions.

I needed distractions.

I scanned over the area hurriedly, trying to find something interesting enough to catch my attention until I saw a cute couple cuddling against the grass. They were beautiful. I could feel the immense amount of love they held for one another just from the way their hands were intertwined and they way their eyes turned practically into hearts while looking at each other. I felt my body relax at the sight. I smiled at them, even though I was way too far for them to see it, and quickly started sketching them.

As I was doing so, I found myself wondering how love feels like. Like, actual love. The kind of love in which you feel butterflies in your tummy, the one that’s shown in movies.

‘Maybe in another life,’ I thought to myself while finishing the quick sketch.

I really wanted to keep it, but I felt selfish to do so, even though I couldn’t stop staring at it. I felt like I was tressuring a moment that wasn’t even mine, a moment I shouldn’t even hold in my arms, something I was sure I’d never get to have on my own. I got up from the bench and made my way to the couple.

“Hey,” I spoke softly, not wanting to spook them, “I’m sorry, I hope I don’t look like a creep right now, but I saw you guys cuddling and I couldn’t help but draw yall. I thought you might want it,” I shyly admitted and handed the girl the already ripped page. They both gasped.

“Holy shit! Look, she even got the details on your hat!” the girl shouted excitedly and I chuckled at her reaction. The boy next to her nodded, his eyes wide, observing the way their figures made out of charcoal looked exactly like them. I felt proud of my skill.

“Thank you so much for this, you’re really talented,” he said and finally looked up from the paper and his girlfriend nodded in agreement. His eyes were familiar.

“No problem,” I shook my head at him.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a glint in her eyes.

“Y/n,” I smiled at her.

“Thank you, y/n. I’m Emily,” she spoke softly, “you go to Somerville? I think I saw you today,” she added with furrowed eyebrows.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I remember that hoodie. I wanted to ask you where you got it from, but I chickened out,” she shyly chuckled and I grinned at her honesty.

“O-Oh, I honestly don’t know, it’s an old one from my brother’s” I answered hesitantly.

“Well, let me know if he tells you where it’s from. It’s sick as fuck,” Emily said before returning

her attention to the drawing in front of her.

“Right,” I whispered to myself, my smile dropping. “Well, I’ll just leave you two be now, sorry for interrupting,” I bid them and started walking away from them.

“Wait,” the boy stopped me after a while. I turned my head towards them. He was already on his feet, making his way to me.

“Here,” he gave me a 20 dollar bill. My eyes widened at his action.

“Oh god, please no, I can't accept that!” I shrieked. Did I actually look that poor?

“Please do, it's the least I can do for what you just gave us. Use it to buy more shit for your drawings, hm?” he smiled at me. Kind.

He was kind.

My mouth was hung open for a while before I recovered. I shyly thanked him and made my way back home.

I mentally didn't want to go back there, but my feet walked on their own. My body screamed exhaustion, my shoulders were slouching and my eyebags had turned even darker. I needed sleep.

The whole walk I couldn't stop thinking about my interaction. He looked so similar, yet so different. But he was for sure not like the kids from my school. His girlfriend is lucky. He seemed to be a generous soul. Her too. They looked perfect for one another.

Once I got back home, I quickly made my way up to my room, not even announcing my return or caring about where my mother was and what she was doing. I couldn't deal with her at the time.

I changed into my sleepwear and noticed the bruising that was starting to form on both of my wrists. I sighed at myself and I felt my lip start to quiver.

“You're okay. You're okay. You're okay,” I repeated to myself with a shaking voice. I took a couple of deep breaths before wiping the shed tears away from my eyes and crawled into my bed.

“It's gonna be a better day tomorrow,” I whispered to myself before drifting off to sleep.

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Comfort, Purrs, and Whiskey

(also can be read on AO3)

“Fuck!”

Angel slams the door shut behind him as he storms into the hotel.

Fucking Val. Fucking Val.

There’s a loud crash as Angel kicks over a side table in the lobby of the hotel. He feels a flash of guilt for a moment, but Niffty will clean it up later. Then he feels another wave of guilt but brushes it off as he continues towards his destination.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Really, Angel!?” Of course, Vaggie is there. She’s always there when Angel needs a moment of fucking peace.

Angel flips her off as he stomps his way over to the bar. “Fuck off. I had a bad day.”

“You always have a bad day.” Vaggie appears beside him as he stands in front of the empty bar, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side. If he wasn’t aware of her former life as an exorcist angel, he’d almost wonder where her attitude came from.

Where the hell is Husk? He wonders, ignoring Vaggie as she tears into him about the table. The exact words are lost on him.

“Don’t take it out on the hotel. That’s not fair to Charlie. And you don’t want to piss off Alastor.”

Angel doesn’t even respond and instead reaches across the counter to grab the bottle of whiskey he knows Husk keeps there just for him. “I ain’t scared of Alastor. Sorry about the table. I’ll be in my room.”

“Angel, wait—” Vaggie doesn’t get to finish as Angel walks off down the hallway, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

The door to his room is already slightly ajar when he gets there, and Angel wonders if he forgot to close it on his way out. But when he pushes the door open, he finds Husk asleep on the bed, Fat Nuggets curled up at his feet.

Angel can’t help a small smile at the scene. He quickly strips down to his underwear and takes several more swigs of the whiskey before plopping into the chair at his desk.

“Mm—Angel?” Husk is suddenly sitting up, stifling a yawn as he seeks out Angel. “Sorry. Must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you.”

“Don’t worry about it, Whiskers.” Angel waves him off. “Val kept me late again, anyway.”

Husk’s eyes narrow, as if he could pick up on the stress Angel was trying so hard to hide. “What did that fucker do this time?”

“Nothing. Just the same shit he always does.”

Angel knows Husk isn’t buying it.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.” Angel pops the ‘p’ in the word as he swirls the liquor in the bottle, watching the amber liquid spin until he makes a mini whirlpool in the bottle.

“Okay.”

Several minutes tick by in silence, and now it’s Angel’s turn to stifle a yawn. He’s gotten about a quarter of the way through the bottle of whiskey and is feeling a pleasant buzz, enough that the horrors of the workday are starting to ebb away.

“Come here.” Husk finally says, and Angel goes to him like a sailor to a siren.

Angel crawls under the covers, accidentally kicking Fat Nuggets in the process.

“Sorry, buddy!” he gasps, but Fat Nuggets licks his cheek. Angel takes that as a sign he’s forgiven and kisses his pet on his head before settling back in with Husk.

Just as Angel closes his eyes, he feels a familiar vibration, making the stress of the day melt away bit by bit. Somehow, no matter how awful his day is, Husk’s purrs always manage to calm him down.

“Thanks, Whiskers.” Angel smiles into the fur of Husk’s head as he drifts off to sleep.

“Anytime.”

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #angel dust #husk #angel dust x husk #foxy writes

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boykombat · 7 months

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Tomas Vrbada, - "Jealous Makes Company"

Description: Tomas wasn't the best in dealing with jealousy. It made him feel bad, but he couldn't handle when others looked your way. Your boyfriend was so loving, and doting. But seeing him act this way was.. interesting to say the least.

Tags: jealousy, praise, cream pies, voyeurism, eating out, tomas being a needy bitch

words: 1.8k

I need him so bad pls.

stop woobifying him I'm so scared

afab reader btw guys :3

💨 Enjoy!💨

Tomas was more reserved than his adoptive brothers. Through the years of being in the Lin Kuei, he's seen his fair share of his brothers secret lovers. Whether finding out through accidentally walking in on them, or hearing headboards rocking against stone walls, he knows.

This fact in turn, made him insecure. How come his brothers could have anyone they wanted? Was it his looks, or his attitude?

To say he was surprised when you were interested in him is an understatement. He'd never met anyone like you. It didn't take him very long to fall flat on his face in love with you. You're the prettiest little thing he's ever seen.

Tomas, your boyfriend, is a needy guy. His hands are always on you, somewhere. He likes his hands on your hips, says they're perfect to hold your body. His head is always on your shoulder, those grey eyes of his admiring the perfection that is your face.

That being said, Tomas is very protective of you. Especially around the brothers. He doesn't think they'd try anything per say, but he does worry. What if you start to fall in love with either Kuai Liang or Bi-Han? How would he handle that?

He couldn't have that.

You always reassure him that he's the one for you, it makes him happy. But it wasn't enough for Tomas.

Tomas had a "family reunion" of sorts, more of a dinner for the ninjas of the Lin Kuei to come together to commemorate. Celebrate, yada yada. He had decided to take you as his plus one. You were polite, and kind. The perfect person to take to an event like this. Watchful, grey eyes were always on you.

You looked stunning, the prettiest person there in his opinion. All dressed up, your soft skin on display. A real head turner. He'd noticed others eyes on you all night, but only your eyes met his.

He knew you'd never leave him, but the idea of it made his heart ache. Tomas is such a kind soul, you'd never hurt him like that.

You're speaking to Bi-Han, the less conversational one out of his brothers. He didn't know of the topic, but you could feel Tomas watching from afar. You can tell by how he's sending bits of smoke your way, the grey clouds gently brushing against your fingers. Your fingertips move, playing with it as you speak to Bi-Han. The subconscious reaction you have to his smoke brings a smile to his face.

Someone bumps into your back, sending you stumbling forward. The cryomancers eyes are wide open as you land against his chest. Cheek pressed against him, your eyes squeezed shut tight.

Tomas rushes over, concern painted on his face. His hands brush against your sides, pulling you upright once more.

"Are you alright, baby? Please tell me if you're hurt." Tomas says, his tone as sweet as ever. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around your middle.

You inform your doting boyfriend that you are indeed ok. The relief on his face is instant. But another hand meets your shoulder, Bi-Han's to be exact.

Bi-Han has had a.. dislike for Tomas since they were children. Any chance he can take to piss off or inconvenience the other ninja, he'll take. The cryomancer has noticed his eyes on you all night.

Your head turns, looking at the hand resting against you. As you look away, Tomas looks directly at Bi-Han. He swallows thickly.

Tomas' fingernails almost bite at your skin as he squeezes his grip on you without thinking.

"Are you ok?" Bi-Han asks, a manufactured sweetness in his tone. His brown eyes are focused on your face. The look of fake sympathy on his face is instantly recognizable to Tomas, but not to you.

You nod yes, but Bi-Han's hand still lingers.

"They said they're fine, brother." Tomas says, almost a hiss in your tone as he pulls you closer.

Tomas can feel something unfamiliar stirring within him, jealousy. He'd never liked feeling jealous, it made him feel bad. But to see someone such as Bi-Han speaking to you in a "sweet" way, it set a fire deep within his stomach.

Because of his needy and jealousy, he confided in your body. And that's the reason you're laid out on a cot, in a spare room within the Lin Kuei temple.

"You're mine, right? All mine." Tomas mumbles softly, his tongue gently working against your neck. His erect cock is buried deep inside of you, his hands on your hips.

Hushed, needy whines fall from his lips. Sucking, nipping, licking at the flesh of your neck. Making marks where every person can see, so another person doesn't even think of trying anything with you.

Tomas' fingertips squeeze at the soft flesh of your hips, kneading you as he slowly start to thrust his hips. Slowly, but not gently. He pulls his hips all the way back, and he roughly thrusts forward. The cot rocks against the wall. He's not making an effort to stay quiet.

He wants everyone to know you're his. A groan, nearly a growl falls from his parted lips. You can feel his hand trailing around your body. Cupping, feeling the skin of your ass. He puts both of his hands on your rear, and he lifts your hips just a bit off the bed with ease.

"You're soaked.." Tomas says softly, his eyebrows raised. You nod to his comment, a blush dancing across your features. Your boyfriend willing spreads your thighs nice and wide, showing all of you to him.

He's right, you're very wet. Tomas pulls out for a quick second, just to look at you. He moves one of his hands to your pussy, parting the folds with his fingertips. He can see his cum smeared across your clit, some on the insides of you. Arousal fluid is wet on your thighs, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

Your living boyfriend slides back into your greedy cunt, his thick cock stretching you.

He looks down at you with beautiful, grey eyes. Taking in your form with a watchful gaze. His hands find your hips once more, and they run up your sides. The ninja leans down, pressing his cheek to the middle of your chest, right between your breasts.

"God, you're so pretty, honey.." Tomas trails off, slowly but surely giving you pleasure. He thrusts in and out a bit quicker, his hips snapping in a needy fashion. His pretty, soft lips open in a wide mouthed fashion.

He knows your body like the back of his hand. Hitting your spot with every single forward motion, his thickness pressing tightly against your walls.

The ninja can hear your mewls, calling out his name with such sweetness that makes a warmth rush to his belly. He moves with such an erratic flare, desperately pounding into your wetness.

He can feel your arousal fluid on his front, but he loves the feeling of the warm liquid against his skin. Tomas lets out a high groan, his hands your hips tightly to keep his pace somewhat even.

It feels like heaven, him inside of you. Nobody had ever been able to play with your body as he had, nobody had brought you such pleasures.

Tomas' grey hair is sticking to his forehead as persperation makes his skin slick. Working hard to please himself, to prove a point to anyone who dared look your way.

The moans you let out sound like heaven to him, he can't get enough of you. His eyes flick to the cracked door, and then back to you.

"They're all gonna hear you, you know." Tomas moans, almost a purr to his tone.

You can feel that knot in your stomach growing tighter, and he can feel it. You're squeezing around him, ready to milk his needy cock.

His fingernails bite at your skin. With an increased amount of force, he pulls and pushes your hips with his body. Tomas has never been with rough before. You can see on his face that an orgasm is fast approaching.

The slightly cracked door of the guest bedroom makes sure that everyone can hear how much of a needy bitch you are for him. He loves that. He loves that people can hear him claiming you.

The sound of skin against skin only grows louder inside of the small bedroom. Smacking, wet flesh mixed with growls and whines.

"Oh god, you're so wet, I'm gonna cum—" Tomas trails off, a loud moan leaving his mouth as his hips stutter. Then, you feel it. You can feel his hot, sticky cum filling you. Your eyes widen as you see him in a state of bliss you'd never seen. Smoke billows out from his lips, his head thrown back with pure ectasy running through his veins.

The wetness of your own sex and the feeling of being filled is enough to send you against the edge.

Your back arches from the bed, a low moan of his name leaving your throat. Tomas watches as you unravel. Your thighs shake, your fingers clutch the sheets.

With a satisfied moan, Tomas buries his face into your breasts. His hips slowly move, your cunt milking him for all he's worth. He's panting against you, his breath hot on your already warm flesh. The feeling is exhilarating. The mess between your thighs is astonishing, in a sense.

Tomas leans up, and he pulls out. His fingers reaching down to your pussy. He runs two fingers between your folds, collecting his own seed and your fluids on his fingertips. With a lustful look, he opens his mouth.

While making direct eye contact, he sucks the fluids from his fingers. You can see his eyes nearly roll back from the sweet saltiness on his tongue.

His hands move against your thighs, parting them. And with swift, agile movements, he makes his way down between your thighs. His pretty face nestles between them. You can start to feel his needy tongue start lapping at your cunt, dripping with his seed. Sweet, soft whines muffled by your delicious cunt.

He isn't aiming to make you cum again, so he's careful. His movements are slow and deliberate. Tongue pushed flat against your warm hole, collecting every drop from your folds. He swallows thickly, a groan leaving him.

That's when his tongue dives in. His pace is almost passive, his eyes closed. Your boyfriend lets out a soft purr as you run your fingers through his grey hair.

"Don't cum, ok, sweet thing? That's for later." He murmurs against your folds, placing a kiss against the inside of your thighs. His tongue starts once more.

He continues this pattern for 30 minutes. Denying your orgasm further, prasing you for being so sweet sounding and tasting. He cleans you thoroughly, not a drop of cum left inside of your pussy when he's done. What a sweet guy.

Tomas helps you put your clothes back on, and then it's back to the party. Passerbys glance at the two of you, and it's clear to him that mostly everyone knows what happened between the two of you. It was either the headboard slamming into the wall or your whorish moans that told them.

He couldn't care less. Because the way you look at him, almost attached to his hip brings him immense joy. Your eyes are focused on him the rest of the night, delivering teasing touches.

Tomas now found no jealousy in his heart. Everyone knew you're his. They definitely knew. The bruises on your hips from his fingers and the hickies on your neck most definitely proved that.

#mortal kombat 1 #boykombat #tomas vrbada #smoke mk1 #smoke mortal kombat

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