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444rockstargf · 7 months

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hai hai again!! :3 i knoww ive been in your inbox a few times recently, but i kinda had an idea!! kind of like, a follow up to the last request i sent in for chris, but him eating reader out for the first time?? 🤭 he doesnt really know what hes doing but be acts like he does n hes probably so cute omggg ^_^

lots of love, artie ☆

yall dont know how much i love chris requests

"my body's sweet like sugar venom." | chris kenton

radio. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist@ohyams-25 @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon

reader x chris

word count: 702

contents: oral (reader receiving)

you lifted your head off of chris’ length, watching as he struggled to recollect himself. you grinned slightly as you wiped some cum off of your lips, resting back on the bed. “alright. your turn.” your voice hinted at exactly what you meant, making his cheeks flush red.

“i-i… i’ve never-” he stopped himself mid-sentence. managing to get you in his sheets was by far his greatest achievement. why mess things up now? he decided to play it cool, nodding nonchalantly as he laid down on his stomach in between your legs.

he brushed his hair out of his face, wishing that he hadn’t since nervousness was painted all over his face. but you were too caught in the moment to notice a thing. you waited until he was face to face with your core before you slowly slipped your soaked panties to the side, revealing your swollen little pussy.

chris tried to hold back his feelings, but the eager blush on his cheeks was the perfect telltale. his lips trembled as he tried to collect all the memories of the porn he's watched, trying to remember the methods that were used. with one final deep breath, he went for it, connecting his tongue to your clit, keeping his hands on your inner thighs for support.

using all the knowledge he had, he began swirling his tongue over your puffy clit. he circled mindless patterns on your sticky little bud, completely unsure of what he was doing. but as soon as he heard the sweet little whimpers you were letting out, he knew that he was doing something right and got a little more confident.

he sucked on your clit, slightly more harshly than before, while his tongue found its way to your dripping hole. you shivered, tangling your fingers in his hair as he worked your needy pussy. he sighed into you as the taste of your body filled his body with desire. he buried his head deeper into your thighs, moaning softly as his tongue started fucking your tight cunt.

being able to have you in this way was enough to give him a raging erection. he subconsciously bucked his hips into the soft mattress, desperate for even the smallest amount of pleasure, though he was getting just enough from licking up your slick. he brought two fingers to your hole, teasing it slightly by flicking them around the outside.

the louder your moans got, the more he got the hang of what he was doing. and you could tell how much he was enjoying it. the way he hungrily slurped up all your juices, lapping his tongue over your sensitive spot over and over again as his fingers rhythmically pumped in and out of you.

your back arched and your knuckles went pale from gripping his soft bedsheets so tightly. your chest heaved as each movement he made brought your body closer to your climax. you wrapped your legs around him, trapping his head in the warm prison of your legs. he groaned with his tongue fully in your pussy.

your sensitive bud began to throb as every nerve in your body responded to chris’ touch. you could hear the sound of him licking you up, going at it like a thirsty dog. his lips didn’t disconnect with you for even a second. the taste of your pussy put him in a trance, making him feel like this was all he ever needed in life.

you squealed and whimpered as cum started leaking out of you, getting all over his pretty face. your legs shook as your body completely submitted to his touch, you spewing your liquids all over him. but he still wasn't finished. he kept going until he had drank up every drop of cum that you produced, milking you completely dry.

he finally came up for a breath of air, seeing you panting as you came down from your powerful high. his face dripped with your cum and his hair was plastered onto his sweaty forehead. he held his gaze on you, seeing what he had been able to do. he was overcome with a sense of relief, feeling glad that he hadn't let you down.

author's note: thank you for the chris request!! definitely one of my favourites

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #chris kenton #twelve #smut #i ❤ rory culkin #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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wherethewordsare · 3 years

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Back in the Closet

Mind the tags on this one yall. It gets smutty. cw:blow jobs and accidental love confessions. not exactly in that order Thank you @kuripon always for the amazing beta work you do. You are truly one of the only people I trust with my works. 💖💖💖

Geralt hated these events. He felt like he had to stuff himself into a suit that strangled him as he sat through long-winded speeches that had nothing to do with his department. The only upside to any of it had been that this year he had a date.

When he turned to look at Jaskier he got a blank stare back, Jaskier’s eyes blinking slowly at him. ‘You owe me’, his face read as he stifled another yawn. Under the table, Geralt reached out, slipping his hand into his and squeezing gently.

They sat at their back table, hands linked under the table. Geralt hadn’t realized that Jaskier had moved closer, his hand now sliding into Geralt’s lap slowly. His other hand was above the table, chin resting on his palm to hide the smirk that was slowly growing.

Geralt made a move to swat the wandering hand away but found that nimble fingers were already toying with his zipper. He shot a warning look at Jaskier who only leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. It was a complete contradiction to the delicious friction his knuckles were building up against the seam of Geralt’s trousers.

He turned his head, pressing a small kiss to the corner of Jaskier’s mouth. “What are you doing?” he said under his breath just as those clever fingers pressed along his quickly growing erection.

“Sorry darling, is this too much?” Jaskier smiled at him, batting his eyes. Over the table he seemed completely still, unfazed as just under the white linen of the table cloth. Jaskier managed to work open Geralt’s zip and slide those same fingers in to wrap around him.

Geralt nearly jumped out of his skin at the contact, his leg bouncing hard against the underside of the table as he bit down, nearly groaning aloud.

“Jaskier!” He all but growled.

“Hmm?” Jaskier found his pace, stroking just enough to send Geralt hurtling towards making a fool of himself, even if none of his colleagues found out. He gripped Jaskier’s wrist, stilling him as he leaned forward and took a shaky breath.

“Put it back. Then you’re going to go just outside of this hall and make a left,” Geralt muttered, trying to get his breathing under control.

Jaskier simply did as he was told, pressing another kiss to Geralt’s cheek with a grin that was all too smug. Geralt watched as he left, shaking his head at the sway Jaskier's hips gave. He had always been a sight to behold but tonight he was in peak form. Geralt sometimes wondered why it had taken him so long to finally ask him out.

He gave himself just long enough for his cock to flag enough to stand, following behind Jaskier. He caught him just outside the door and took his hand, not slowing for a moment.

“Oh naughty thing, where are we going?” Jaskier chuckled, giving Geralt’s hand a squeeze.

They rounded another corner before Geralt couldn’t take it anymore, pressing Jaskier to the wall firmly and claiming his mouth. They kissed messily for a long moment, Jaskier’s hands easily sliding up into Geralt’s hair as he squirmed between him and the wall.

“Ah, darling! Maybe… mmm.” He bit Geralt’s lip with a soft huff before pulling away again. “Elsewhere. Maybe somewhere a bit out of view?” He suggested with a roll of his hips. Geralt could feel the length of Jaskier’s hard cock pressing against his hip.

They fumbled across the hall into what appeared to be a broom closet and as Geralt closed the door, Jaskier pinned him to it, his mouth already at his throat. There was a laugh bubbling up from him suddenly and he rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder, though his hands never stilled.

“What?” Geralt asked, dipping down to kiss Jaskier again, his palm pressing to Jaskier's tented trousers, making him groan into the kiss.

“Just thinking, this is truly the only reason to ever go back into the closet.” He was smiling, and just this side of good tipsy where he was the perfect level of hassle to keep Geralt on his toes.

“Jask, I love you, but you need to not.” Geralt rolled his eyes and was about to reach for Jaskier’s zip when his brain caught up with his mouth.

They both froze in the low light, staring at each other. Geralt felt his heart sink as he realized what had just happened. His heart dropped to his feet as he caught Jaskier’s eyes, wide in shock.

Fuck.

“Jaskier, I-” He was cut off when Jaskier surged forward, kissing him with near bruising force, his hands unable to keep still for a moment longer.

“Oh, oh dear heart.” Jaskier pressed his forehead to Geralt’s. It wasn’t hard to make out the smile in his voice. “Maybe two reasons to go back into the closet.” He hummed happily as he leaned in again.

Geralt could barely hang on him, hands gripping Jaskier’s hips tightly, afraid that if he let go it would be over. But then Jaskier was murmuring into his throat, his teeth dragging against the delicate skin there as he chanted the same phrase over and over.

He was slipping from Geralt’s hands but he realized it was because Jaskier was slipping down to his knees. That alone was enough to send his brain into overdrive.

“I love you too,” he said simply, looking up at Geralt, the mischief and lust returning to his eyes. But there was something soft and open about the look now too that Geralt had seen before but hadn't known what to make of it.

He didn’t give Geralt a moment to think beyond that as he leaned in, nuzzling against the bulge of his trousers, hand already working the zip open. Geralt let his head fall back with a thunk, his hands tangling in Jaskier’s hair. Part of him thought that they were going to be extremely obvious when they left the closet. Another part couldn’t care less about it.

He had lost track of the moment but came slamming back to it when he felt slick warmth wrap around the head of his cock. It took everything in him not to buck his hips. He knew Jaskier didn’t mind but there was a time and a place and he thought that that could wait till later. There was a slide against the very tip and all of Geralt’s restraints nearly buckled.

“Fuck, Jask!” Geralt grunted, bringing a hand up to muffle the moans that were starting to slip from his mouth as Jaskier’s head began to bob. He’d have bucked his hips, but strong fingers held him pinned against the door. He grasped desperately to Jaskier’s hair, his body curling in on itself with every slide of Jaskier’s mouth.

Beneath him, Jaskier simply looked up through long lashes as he took Geralt down to the root, moaning around his cock as it bumped against the back of his throat. Geralt stood stunned, his knees feeling like they would give out at any moment and then Jaskier swallowed around the head of his cock and he saw stars.

“Fuck.” Geralt’s eyes slammed shut and he gulped for air, trying to hold on as best he could as he felt himself start to shake apart. His fingers tugged at Jaskier’s hair, nails dragging over his scalp which only made him moan louder, the vibrations echoing against Geralt’s core.

“Jaskier… Jask… Fuck, Julek! I’m… fuck.” He was babbling, desperate to stay as quiet as he could, sure that anyone walking by just outside the door could hear him. But it was hard to focus on that when he opened his eyes just in time to see Jaskier give him an enthusiastic nod and a wink.

Geralt’s world tipped dangerously. He brought a hand up, biting down on the heel of his palm to muffle the shout he gave as his orgasm tore through him. The only thing that managed to keep him up were Jaskier’s hands still holding him steady against the door. He could feel that mouth work him through it, greedy in the way his tongue dragged along the underside.

“I… fuck.” Geralt felt boneless, leaning back against the door, his hands scrambling for purchase as he pulled Jaskier to his feet.

“I love you, too.” Jaskier repeated, grinning as he kissed him, licking into his mouth. Geralt felt nearly drunk on it, moaning around the tongue that slid against his, tasting the wine from dinner and himself and Jaskier’s eager honesty.

He pulled back just enough to slide a hand between them, pawing at the front of Jaskier’s trousers. Geralt all but whined when a hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him away.

“Oh no, dear heart. We’re going to save that for later.” Jaskier pressed another kiss to Geralt’s cheek, then his chin. “When I get you home and take you to bed.” His voice was low and it rumbled against Geralt’s throat.

“Hmm.” Geralt let himself bury his face against Jaskier’s shoulder, clinging to him as he caught his breath. Warm fingers tucked his spent cock easily back into his trousers. He had to stop himself from grinding against Jaskier’s very obvious erection pressing against his thigh.

Jaskier chuckled, peppering kisses to every place he could reach. “I think I should call us a cab, don’t you?”

“Bastard,” Geralt groaned though he was nodding, “Take me home, Jask.”

“With pleasure.” Jaskier already had his phone in one hand, the other wrapping around Geralt's waist, still supporting him. It was promising to be a very long night.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #witcher fic #modern au #smut #with feelings #accidental feelings #idk man #geralt blurts out things #jaskier is very on board with it #fluff #nothing but fluff #smutty smutty fluff #in a closet #cw: blow jobs

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sunshinespear · 3 years

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paradise found

oneshot (might become a part of a series??)

pairing: established reader x ellaria sand

rating: explicit

word count: 2,177

summary: you and ellaria sand find yourselves in a sept. however, rather than worshipping the gods somehow you find yourself on your knees worshipping something much better

warnings: uhhhh god okay so public sex sort of, public nudity, religion kink? it’s in a sept, slight overstimulation, an*l play (it’s mild), fingering, oral (fem receiving, fem giving), softness, fluff, teasing, begging, you’re topping in this one, shamelessly loud sex, woo yall aint even trying to hide it, let me know if i missed anything

a/n: this really does just jump straight into the action lmao. i might do a sequel to this. i really want to write a larger story that’s reader x oberyn x ellaria with a very equal poly dynamic between the three (my bi heart cant pick a favorite). if this is like... good/popular-ish maybe i’ll look deeper into doing that lol this is me dipping my toe in the water. that fic would obviously be explicit throughout. like. c’mon. but so yeah let me know if that’s something anyone would be interested in.

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Seven marble statues stared down upon the center of a magnificent open room. They stood exalted atop stone platforms laced with lapis lazuli and mother of pearl, unlit candles scattered at the feet of six of the tall figures. Vaulted ceilings were covered in clear glass panes, bleeding brilliant sunshine into the sept. Covering almost every inch of the walls were colorfully painted glass windows in gold-plated lead panes, depicting scenes of the Seven in their glory. A peaceful stillness was contained within the empty sept. You were sprawled on the floor behind the statue of the Father, out of his watchful eye but barely hidden from the massive double doors at the entrance of the empty sept.

It was not unusual for the septs in Dorne to be empty at most times of day. The Faith was present here, but not many were strongly devout in their following. A long time ago, if anyone had asked if you were the religious sort you might have laughed at them. Sure, you knew what you were taught about the Seven Gods, the Seven-pointed Star, the Seven whatevers. You’ve prayed a few times. Seven Heavens, Seven Hells. But over time it was all drowned away. Do you think you’re going to a heaven? Any of them? You don’t think anyone could ever be certain of where they were going. What you do know is this: heaven can also be a person. It could even be two. And to be alone with them, that can be like salvation. Right now, it’s only two of you alone in this holy place. You’re sprawled on the marble floor, still mostly clothed, fervently worshipping a naked goddess laying under you.

There is a special paradise to be found with your head between her thighs

You lick one long stripe over the entirety of Ellaria’s cunt, parting her wet folds with your tongue. She tastes like kiwis and cherries; fruit that’s sweet with zest, just like she is. You flick your tongue over the top of her clit. She shivers at your touch, makes a sharp gasp, and you’re exactly where she wants you. Now you burn to hear her plead for it.

You circle around her clit with your tongue. Teasing against her edges, you barely brush against her – almost at that spot, so close – over and over. She struggles faintly, trying to push her hips down against your evasive mouth. She wants you to touch her there so much. You grip her waist to hold her still. You move downwards instead and lap up more of her along the way. When you reach the center of her cunt you find her so incredibly wet. Even her thighs are smeared with her slickness. Her folds are slippery under your tongue as you take long drinks of the sweetness she’s pouring out for you. You revel in the taste, moaning into her cunt as you drown in it.

Ellaria groans then, mumbling something softly under the gravel that you can’t quite hear.

“Hm?” You hum, intentionally obtuse. You give her another long stroke with your tongue.

“Please,” she exhales, shaking in a lust-drunk daze. You smirk like you’ve won. She always told you that you and Oberyn were too similar in that way.

You know what she’s begging for, but where’s the fun in giving it to her so immediately? She wants your tongue flicking her clit, so you push two fingers inside of her soaked cunt instead.

Ellaria cries out and bucks her hips, trying to take in all you have to give her. You watch as she shuts her eyes, mouth agape in pleasure, and she is like all seven of the heavens. She is dripped in gold, brown skin glittering in the sunlight like the goddess she is. Her dark, coiled hair is splayed out all around her, a halo for her most heavenly body. You ease your fingers in and out of her slowly at first, watching her face the entire time. Gods, that face. What a beautiful face to have underneath you as it climbs to the height of pleasure. You could see those same perfectly plush lips part and gasp a thousand times and it will always strike you straight to the core. You fuck her faster and she moans louder, echoing throughout the sept. Her eyes are tightly shut but if she would ever open them, you would be met with the most beautiful charcoal gaze you’d ever seen. Each and every time Ellaria looked at you was a spell being cast and it plucked the strings of your heart like a harp, playing exactly to her tune. It was as musical as the salacious moans she was making now with each curl of your fingers against that good spot inside her.

You suck on the thumb of your other hand, coating it thickly with saliva, and sink it inside Ellaria’s other entrance.

Her eyes pop open as she groans. She takes gasping breaths as you work on her, eyes wide open now. Ellaria looks at you and she can’t help but let out a breathy laugh at the mischief in your glittering eyes.

“Ugh, you-mmm… I-” She grasped for words like her hands grasping her hair. “You know exact-t-ah… exactly what you’re doing- hmph. Fuck.”

It’s you laughing now, reveling in how difficult you’re making this for her. Her gaze catches yours and in her eyes you find the sweetest, most frustrated adoration. You stay with your eyes locked with Ellaria’s while you fuck her from both places. Your fingers and thumb drag in and out, curling them exactly where she needs it, going at just the pace she likes it. Ellaria’s eyelids are heavy now, opening slower with each moan you drag out of her until she’s so swept away by pleasure that they close entirely. Beads of sweat dot her concentrated brow, dripping down her temple into those curly dark locks. You thrust your fingers into her once, twice, three more times before she makes a sound like a sob. Ellaria reaches out for you, hands aimlessly searching for something to grip. She settles on her own thighs, holding them more open for you. Her chest rises laboriously with each breath. There is a burning desire in your chest to see her come undone. You wonder how much more teasing she could take, or you for matter, when her eyes flutter open and find yours once more.

There it was. That pinning stare she had mastered on you. Ellaria held you captive with every bat of her eyelash. To see that look in her eyes, weighed down by ecstasy and foggy in lust, was the most divine feeling you’d ever known. It was entirely enthralling.

“Love, please.” Her voice cracks as she begs, barely above a whisper, her body writhing against you. “Please, please, please, my love.”

Of course you’ll do as she commands.

You keep thrusting your two fingers into her with your one hand. In your other, her ass sits in your palm with your thumb still circling inside of her. You lean your head down and give her exactly what she needs, and exactly where she needs it.

First, you lick her clit softly. The kind of noise she lets out at that contact.... It is the most intoxicating sound. Her hands knot themselves into your hair in an instant, her nails desperately scraping your scalp. She pulls you closer, as close as she can possibly have you.

You press your tongue against her sweetest spot, circling her over and over. She was so close, you could tell. Just a little bit more. You close your lips around her clit, enveloping it in the warm wetness of your mouth. With your lips you suckle on her, kiss her, poke your tongue out and use it to caress. You use your entire mouth to fuck her good. You take your tongue out and flick it against her, fast and feather-light. One thrust of your fingers deep inside of her again, working in tandem with the rapid movement from your tongue, and you feel her orgasm tightening around your fingers.

Ellaria’s body spasms as she comes hard. Her entire body shakes with the weight of it. Her legs wrap around your back, her walls – from every place your in – squeeze your fingers tightly, her hands pull you by your hair to drag you closer, her hips grind against your mouth.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Of course you obey. Your tongue continues fervently flicking against her clit, all the way through her high, until the violent tremors dissipate into soft shivers and her fingers are a little less tight in your hair. She tries to catch her breath desperately as if she’d just been drowning. You pull back your head slightly. She’s so sensitive now, squirming under you even though you’re barely touching her.

You can’t ever leave well enough alone. Not when she looks so damn good like this. You pull your hands out of her body. She lets you, weakly melting into the floor without your support. You clutch her thighs and push her legs open a little further. You put your head back down there again, sore tongue aching to give her more. She catches on to your antics far too late. You’re already sliding your tongue around her when she starts pulling your hair back and squirming her hips away. You clutch her thighs tighter, holding her steady as the overstimulation transitions back to ecstasy. She can’t stop shaking, but the way she presses deeper into your tongue tells you she’s ready for it now. You work her back up again with your hot tongue. You give her this one quickly, not fucking around this time.

As the second wave of pleasure sweeps through Ellaria, her mouth hangs open with a mute cry, unable to summon the strength to croak out even a single moan. She comes with eyes closed tight, mouth wide open, her shaky breathing the only noise she can make as tremors overtake her. You lick and roll your tongue all over her cunt as she melts into you. She gets so damn wet when she comes, and you are determined to drink all of her. You don’t want to waste a single drop, tasting everything she has to give.

She lets out a moan, soft as lamb’s wool. It fades into a breathy laugh as she pushes your head and desperate tongue away from her numb body. She cups your jaw and tries to pull you up to kiss her, but you find detours along the way. First you must stop to kiss along her hip bone. You leave wet kisses on the sharp contours of her body here. Then you move up her stomach. You gently press your lips to the beautiful stretch marks earned from the daughters she’s born. Continuing up, you graze your teeth over her ribs. At her nipple, you dart out your tongue and lick. She shivers at that and makes a soft grunt, so you stay there and lick some more. Now you have to give the same treatment to the other. When you move past her breasts, you kiss up to her collarbone and leave a mark there.

The kisses continue softly up her neck until finally, your face meets Ellaria’s. It is the most beautiful face and you’ve just made it come entirely undone for you. You take your hands to cup her cheeks before you kiss her on her sweat-dampened hairline and along the smoothness of her forehead. Ellaria shuts her eyes in bliss. You take the opportunity to kiss each of her delicate eyelids softly. The ghost of your lips trail down the bridge of her nose, to the tip, and over her cheeks that cradle a perfectly contented grin.

You pull back, staring down at her most peaceful state. A powerful ache strikes you right where your soul rests. You love her. You know you do. As she opens her eyes and meets your gaze, you know you would die for her. You know that there was no life to live without her.

Ellaria smiles softly at you lost in your reverence. She wraps her hand around your neck and pulls you down to kiss her. You meet her lips and kiss her like how a man lost in the desert drinks water. Fervently, longingly, never getting enough. You could kiss her for an eternity and it would never be enough. She giggles against your mouth and you take her smile in with the same enthusiasm, kissing wherever your lips land with devotion, even if you end up kissing her teeth.

She pulls you back by your hair at the same time she moves her thigh between yours, pushing against your core. You let out a tiny noise of surprise, mouth popping open and she takes the opportunity to put two fingers in there. You close your lips around them immediately, tracing your tongue over her fingertips. It’s impossible to resist grinding against her thigh, rubbing your wet core against her warm skin. Ellaria’s eyes are low and sparkling, her smile turned devious.

“Hmm. Your turn.”

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psychewithwings · 3 years

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Take Care of You: Yandere Saitama NSFW

@perpetuallyobsessed

Babes... you mentioned this ages ago in my comments and I’m just getting to it now, sorry for the wait :( but I hope you like ;)

WARNINGS: 18+ , NSFW, Yandere! , CHEATING (yall don’t do it in real life, just read about it), squirting, fingering, oral sex (receiving)

Saitama had been sitting on your couch listening to you rant about your boyfriend for the last twenty minuets. “I just don’t understand how he thinks he can just blow me off like that?” Most would be annoyed that the person they were madly in love expected them to listen to them talk about another guy but Saitama loved it. He loved hearing you call him names and talk about how much you hated when he got like this.

Saitama had met you a few months ago, you were a friend of Genos... how he made friends so easily with everyone Saitama could not understand. But he was instantly fascinated with you. While Saitama looked around and found everything dull, you found the world awe inspiring and exciting. You’d been in this relationship for as long as he had known you, and Saitama loathed your boyfriend... for no other reason than he had the one thing that made him feel alive. Not to mention Saitama thought any man who treated you like less than royalty was scum.

“I just think my relationship has been falling apart for a long time and maybe...” you paused and tears brimmed in your eyes, “maybe it’s time to just let it go.” Saitama’s heart skipped a beat. He leaned over and put his arm around your shoulder. “I think you deserve to be happy,” Saitama said, pulling your head against his chest to hide his beaming smile. “Th-thank you,” you said and nuzzled into his chest. No was his chance. He pushed you away from him and then tilted your chin up to where you were looking into his eyes. “I can make you happy,” he said. “Wh-what?” your eyes grew wide in surprise and he took your hand gently. “You deserve to be treated like a princess,” Saitama eyes darkened with rage, “he forget’s about you, he leaves you alone for too long, and there’s consequences to that.” He released your hand and began to stroke up your thigh. “Does he take care of you?” he asked and looked up at you as you stuttered for a response. “I-I guess, he gets groceries when I ask...” you trailed off as Saitama began to laugh. “I meant, does he make you cum?” His hand stopped at the top of your thigh and your breath hitched, the blood pooling low and making you feel things you hadn't for a while. You could feel the sweat collecting at your brow, a sudden rush of heat surging through your body.

You looked away. It was embarrassing to admit that your boyfriend for years still hadn't succeeded in making you cum. Saitama turned your head back to facing him. “He hasn't, has he?” he smirked and you shook your head. “Well I bet I can make you cum, is that what you want?” Saitama looked at you, waiting for your consent. He was possessive and jealous and wanted nothing more than to claim you, but he wanted to hear that you wanted him.

His grip on your thigh felt too good and the way his fingers were digging into your flesh had you squirming in your seat. “Please Saitama, please.”

He smiled then flipped you on your back. He kissed your lips softly, your tongue rolling over his, which surprised him but he returned the gesture. He ripped your T shirt from your body and threw the tattered cloth to the floor. “Fuck baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he said as he tore your bra from your body. “You’re so beautiful,” he said staring down at your exposed breasts. He kissed the soft flesh, using his tongue to tease your nipples. You sigh into his touch and grind your hips in slow circles against his body. “So responsive... and all for me,” he growled and moved his way down to your hips. He sucked wine colored marks into the skin and smiled, pleased with his work. “Now he’s gonna know that you don’t belong to him anymore.” You’d been so lost in how he was making you feel you hadn’t thought about your boyfriend. You pushed Saitama up and looked at him with a serious expression. “I- this isn’t a good idea, he could come back... a-and I don’t want him to see.”

Saitama moved to your neck, palming one of your breast, “but didn’t you say that he was going to be out for hours with his friends?” He nipped the shell of your ear, “don’t you want this?” The truth was that you really did. Your boyfriend was so distant and hardly ever touched you and when he did it was a quick and self-centered version of sex, often leaving you frustrated. You liked Saitama,he was a good listener and horribly honest, but you always knew where you stood with him... but now, he was staring at you with darkened hungry eyes. “Yes,” you replied, your arms circling his back to pull him closer. “You’re gonna have to say it,” he said, still teasing the sensitive parts of your neck with soft nips and licks. “I want you, Saitama please.”

Hearing you say his name was intoxicating, like a drug. Your pants were ripped from your body, and there you were laying in your underwear. Saitama dragged his fingers along the cloth of your panties, feeling the slick that was bleeding through the thick fabric. He pulled at them, creating friction against your clit. “If I’d known you looked this good, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” And with that your panties too laid in the pile of disheveled fabric. He kissed up your thighs and to your hips, licking over the purple splotches he had already sucked into the skin. He moved back down, kissing your thighs, moving ever nearer to where you needed him but he was going to make you beg. You whimpered in frustration which made him elated but he needed more. He licked a stripe just above your clit and relished in the sigh you gave. “Saitama, please, I need you so bad,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear and with that, he pressed his tongue inside your dripping cunt. “You taste good,” he said matter of factly before he resumed tongue fucking you. His thumb moved up to play with your clit. The way he brushed against it was soft but inhumanly fast, almost as if it was vibrating right there. You came almost instantly and he delighted at how you responded to him, how you responded to him better than your stupid now ex-boyfriend. He pulled his tongue away and pushed two finger inside you instead. “Now that I’ve tasted your cum, I wanna feel how tight your pretty little pussy can squeeze my fingers.”

He quickly found the spot inside you that made you writhe. He loved seeing your face contort in pleasure at his doing. He stroked that spot with the same speed that he had thumbed your clit with. You squealed at the new sensation of the fast pace and pressure he was putting against you. “You must like this, you’re so tight, baby” he prompted. It was difficult for you to even speak, it felt so good. “Y-yes, I love it.” Saitama relished in the fact that you said love, not like. He pulled at one of your nipples just to watch your face change and hear your pretty sounds. “So pretty, and all mine,” he said, more to himself than to you, but you had heard him. “I’m all fucking yours Saitama,” you sighed.

A strange sensation was building up inside of you, something that you hadn’t felt before. “I can feel you’re close,” he said, smiling devilishly. “I’m s-so close... please don’t s-stop,” you begged. He laughed, almost maliciously, “Oh I won’t stop, for any reason,” he leaned down and kissed your cheek, then your lips, but he sat back up, a crazed glint in his eye. The need to see your cum face in all it’s glory had overtaken him but he could still hear the keys in the door.

The pressure was too much for you and as you squeezed against Saitama’s fingers a white hot pleasure washed over you. You gushed clear liquid all over Saitama’s hand, the couch, and yourself... just as the door swung open.

Your boyfriend walked in to see you on the couch, writhing beneath another man, having one of the most intense orgasms of your life. You looked to the side, your breath ragged and a fucked out expression painted your face. Your boyfriend didn’t say anything but he looked hurt. The rage was boiling in him and he threw his things down at the threshold of the apartment before he approached Saitama.

Saitama heard him yelling, and he saw the fist coming towards his head. But he laughed, and simply blocked the blow... but that alone sent your boyfriend to the floor. Your boyfriend’s crumpled form on the floor mixed with the fact that Saitama’s fingers were still pressed inside of you, had him smiling wider and feeling more alive than he ever had. He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you whining at the empty feeling.

Saitama walked over to the man on the floor. He picked him up and placed him in the hallway of the apartment building. The man was nearing towards unconsciousness, but he was awake enough to hear what Saitama wanted to say. “You snooze, you loose.”

With that Saitama closed the door to your apartment in his face. He returned to where you lay and he placed a hand over your heart, “you won’t ever feel neglected anymore, you’re mine now, and I’m yours.” He picked you up in his arms, “mine” he whispered and kissed the top of your head. You snuggled into his arms as he carried you towards your bedroom. “Thank you,” you whispered, though you were still too fucked out to know exactly what you were thanking him for. For protecting you? For loving you? For making you cum harder than you ever have? But he seemed to understand even if you didn’t. “I’m gonna take good care of you,” he said and then placed you on the bed.

#one punch #saitama #one punch man #one punch drabble #drabbles #egg man #i need a hero

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clonecaptains · 4 years

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sweet, sweet sugar

a blue jones x reader fic~

word count: a little over 1k

rating: m - for smut, and themes - he owns a brothel yall know this isn’t wholesome - some slight non-con

summary: You work for Blue, but you’re in love with him. If only he would notice you....

a/n: so this was inspired by the gif below and i just wanted to try to write something different~

gif credit

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Sweet, Sweet Sugar

Is it wrong to be in love with someone who owns you? Not in the romantic sense, not like lovers so captivated by one other that the thought of being apart is a fate worse than death. No. Owned as in, you work for him. You make him money.

But you love him.

You wouldn’t bring him home to your mama. He’s cold. He’s calculating. He’s also charming, charismatic.

Some days you wonder if he’s the devil himself.

His expensive cologne lingers in the air, suffocating you when he breezes past with all the swagger in the world. You long to touch his silk suit, to feel it under your fingertips. What must it feel like brushing against your breasts or your inner thigh?

He owns you, but you’re a face in a crowd of other beautiful faces and bodies. You don’t stand out to him the way you want. His eyes don’t linger on your curves like you wish they would. Is it wrong to feel jealous of the other girls? Jealous of something so wrong?

You tried it once. Trying for his attention. It was only a moment, but you thought about it for days after.

You’d been standing in the hallway. It was bustling; show night. Blue was walking down the halls making sure his ‘guests’ were happy. He was in a good mood; he had a swing in his step. He’d put on a good performance and hearing him sing always made you want him more.

He was walking your way, whistling the song he’d just sung. He was about to pass you by when your meek voice said “Hi, Blue.”

His shiny shoes stopped in their tracks, so did his whistling. He turned with a smile and a glint in his eyes. His warm hand slid around to rest on the small of your back, and he pulled your hips towards his sharply.

“Hey Sugar,” he said, using your stage name. He gave a smile, patted your ass and was on his way. Whistling and grinning. Already forgotten from his mind.

It was then you began to plan, how would you get him to notice you? It’d have to be a neon sign. Something he couldn’t ignore.

It took you a few days to plan, making sure you knew when he’d be in his office – that was the key. The next week and a half was spent getting up the nerve to make your move.

Your opportunity arose when you were cleaning a room, a client had left their ring. It resembles the ring Blue wears on his pinky.

Now was your chance. Blue would be in his office about now, having his lunch. You put on your sexiest outfit, and you find yourself in front of his door.

“Come in,” he says when you knock only once, your veins are full of terror and a thrill. You step into his office.

He’s at his desk, eating a meal and his eyes flick up at you. You can’t read his face, and that scares you but arouses you all the more.

As quietly as you can, you lock the door behind you when you close it.

“What it is Sugar?” he grins now, taking another bite of food. You watch his lips move and feel your insides turn. His mustache only makes it worse.

Timidly you approach his desk, the ring in your hand.

“I found this ring,” you open your palm with it inside. “I was wondering if it was yours?”

He stops chewing and leans forward in his chair.

“Well, let’s see,” he says and reaches for the ring. When his fingertips touch your hand, you drop it.

Exactly as planned, he drops to his knee on the floor to find it. He’s kneeling in front of you, and you look down at his jet-black hair. It’s slicked down, and throwing caution to the wind, you grab a handful and tilt his head back.

Confusion and a hint of anger crosses his face when he looks up at you, but he doesn’t fight you.

“Sugar,” he says, his tone commanding. “What are you doing?”

Your heart jumps in your throat, and you take a step forward. The split in your dress widens, and you shove his face in the gap. He grunts when his nose touches your exposed slick heat, and you quiver.

“You dirty girl,” he purrs and nips at your thigh. He relaxes and grabs ahold of your thigh with his quick fingers. His other hand comes around to cup your ass, holding you steady as he buries his face into your core.

His tongue licks your folds, his mustache bristles tickle your skin. He chuckles when you whine. He growls when your thighs quiver.

Your fingers grasp tight to his now messed up hair, pulling tighter as he brings you closer to the edge. His fingers digging into your flesh roughly.

His tongue moves faster, harder. His mustache is beginning to scrape uncomfortably – but he doesn’t stop. You feel it building, and he lets you come. You would be surprised he let you, but you’re not thinking as the waves of pleasure are washing over you.

Working you through the aftershocks, he licks you slowly. He pauses, his breath hot against your sex.

Then, he presses his tongue against you rougher than before. Moves faster than before. His teeth nibble gently, and his sucking is intense. Your cries are loud – only encouraging him. You feel it building again and again. You come again and it hurts, it hurts so good.

“It burns,” you whimper, pulling on his hair. The gel sticking to your fingers.

Quickly then he grabs your hips, setting you on his desk. He rips your dress giving him better access and he lays you out on the cold surface. His gorgeous hand comes down to rest on your middle – he presses down hard and his other hand dances between your legs.

“No,” you whine as his thumb connects with your clit. Two fingers slip inside your heat and he pumps them in and out. He looks delicious, his perfect hair messed up – thanks to you. There’s a tight bulge in his slacks.

Mission accomplished.

He’s definitely noticed you now.

Teasing you, he slowly pulls his fingers from your heat and brings them to his lips. He sucks your essence off and gives you a wink.

His hand has moved to your chest, still pressing down firmly. He leans over you and shoves his tongue in your mouth.

“I’ve tasted Sugar,” he purrs pulling on your bottom lip. “And she is oh, so sweet.”

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #sucker punch #my writing #DON'T LOOK AT ME

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thebuckybrigade · 6 years

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Heatwave Part 3

PART THREE YALL...We’re getting even closer to the smuuuuut. Okay, so same warnings as before, language, crush on an older man--sexual thoughts are likely to occur, graphic depictions of stick shifting--A CAR YOU PERVS--lol and some underage drinking. But other than that, I think we’re cool.

Onwards!

You looked apprehensively at the...truck? Jeep? Whatever it was, it did not look safe. It wasn’t the usual vehicle that Josh took you to practice in; in fact, you hadn’t ever seen it before he had pulled it out of the shed at the back of his property.

“You ready?” the man in question called from the driver’s seat, a dark pair of sunglasses covering his eyes as he grinned at you.

“Uhhh…”

Ellie laughed at you from her spot on the porch and gave your shoulders a push, “Come on girl, I learned last year, it’s not hard. Dad is super cool and a good teacher, he’ll go easy on you,” she told you.

You flushed as the intrusive thought crept in; I bet he’s a good teacher...but what if I don’t want him to go easy on me?

“R-right, well, here goes,” you agreed before hurrying over and climbing in the passenger seat, feet knocking against the red metal tool case on the floor. As the vehicle roared away from the sidewalk you nudged it with your foot and frowned, “What’s that for?”

Josh glanced over, “Needs an oil change. Figured I’d teach you how to do that too,” he told you, giving you a warm grin before turning his attention back to the road.

Right...let’s get hot and oily and oh god...this was NOT a good idea.

A bead of sweat ran down your neck and your thighs sweat where you pressed them together, heat aching between them as you tried to concentrate on anything other than the idea of a dirty, greasy Josh pinning you against the car and...

NO...nope...

“Okay so you’re going to have to concentrate to learn stick,” Josh murmured from beside you, leaning against the frame of the bars overhead as he instructed you, his white t-shirt damp in spots from sweat, distracting you.

He reached out and tapped your left knee, your muscle jumping sharply at the touch. He grinned and patted your knee again, “Easy there kid, you’ll do great,” he assured you, completely misunderstanding the reason for your reaction.

Thank GOD.

“So, you’ll use this foot to ease on and off the clutch and brake. Getting out of first gear and into second is probably the hardest part, but once you get a feel for it, you’ll get better,” he assured you.

You bobbed your head, trying to pay attention as he explained the mechanics of the vehicle and shifting; it was actually pretty interesting, even if you didn’t fully understand everything.

Eventually he swung himself onto the bench seat next to you and slid over until your hips were nearly touching, giving you a grin, “I can see the pedals better from here and tell you what to do,” he explained.

You nodded unsteadily and clipped on your seatbelt before putting it into neutral and turning the engine over. Sweat made your palms slick against the wheel and you shifted your hands, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

When he didn’t say anything you looked over and he grinned, “You got this kid. Tell me the first step,” he encouraged.

Your mind felt like it had gone blank. “Uhhh.”

“One foot on the brake and the other on the clutch,” he encouraged gently, tapping each knee.

Quickly you moved your feet to the right spots, looking up to find him smiling approvingly. Pleasure swept through you and suddenly, you remembered what you were supposed to do.

You could feel when the clutch engaged and the gear took hold, allowing you to release the brake and accelerate slowly. Your hand was firm on the gear shift, confidence swelling within you as you palmed it.

“Great job kid!” Josh crowed from beside you, crowding a little closer and slinging his arm behind you along the seat. Nervously you gripped the gear shift tighter, feeling it rattle a little in your grip, your stomach trembling with excitement.

Heat went through your body at how close your bodies were pressed and you lost your concentration, missing the moment when you should have shifting, stalling out the vehicle.

“Fuck!” you growled, slamming a hand against the steering wheel before looking up sharply at Josh’s booming laughter.

His eyes crinkled around the edges as he pressed a hand to his sternum, shaking his head, “Damn kid, I didn’t know you could swear like that,” he admitted.

You flushed and nodded, “I don’t around my mom cuz she doesn’t like it. I didn’t think you would either,” you admitted.

He shrugged, “Whatever kid, you’re 16 now, I think you’ve earned the right to say fuck whenever you want.” He grinned, “Come on now, try again,” he encouraged.

You took a deep breath and nodded, focusing your attention on the mechanics. This time it went smoother and soon you had the vehicle zipping around the abandoned mall parking lot.

Josh laughed with delight and you glanced over at him, admiring the way the wind made his hair fly every which way and his skin looked like burnished copper in the golden rays.

Eventually he guided you to a halt and had you practice reversing and parking before nodding and sliding his hand down from the back of the seat to grip your shoulder tightly, “You did it darlin, I knew you could.”

Shivering under his touch you looked up at him shyly, heat rising in your cheeks and for once you were grateful for the heat bearing down on you so it wouldn’t be so obvious as to why.

When he pulled away your skin felt the loss like an electrical current had been applied and then removed--the tingle remained, but the sensation wasn’t quite the same.

“Time to do an oil change,” he told you, grinning as he grabbed his tools.

By the time you finished the oil change you were both hot, sweaty and greasy, but you felt an incredible sense of pride knowing that you could do these things now.

Josh pulled down the tailgate of the vehicle and tossed the toolbox in before waving you over to clean your hands off with a rag, laughing as he used it to wipe at the smears of grease on your face.

One of his hands held your chin and you stared into his face as he cleaned you off, brow lined in concentration.

He’s so handsome you thought with a soft sigh, the sound catching his attention. His gaze lifted to yours and he softened, smiling faintly. “You thinkin bout your dad?” he asked gently, surprising you, because, really, you hadn’t been.

You hesitated for a moment and then shook your head, giving him a faint smile in return, “No, actually. I was just thinking I have to do something to thank you for teaching me,” you murmured, biting your lip as a thousand inappropriate options came to mind.

Josh scoffed and shook his head, “No way darlin. Come on, sit down,” he encouraged, slapping a hand on the tailgate. When you both were comfortable he pulled a small blue cooler forward and opened it, reaching in to pull out two sandwiches and to her surprise, two beers.

Before he handed her one, he gave her a long appraising look, “Now listen, I’m not letting you drive back after having that. And I’m only giving it to you with food and in my presence. But I want you to know, I’m damn proud of you. Not just about today, but this whole time your dad has been gone so far. You’ve kept your shit together and worked goddamned hard and you’re more of an adult than some people I know.”

He popped the tops of the beers and handed you one, tapping his against yours, “Cheers darlin, here’s to you,” he murmured, smiling sweetly at you.

You flushed and murmured a quiet thank you before taking a sip, enjoying the cool flush against your tongue, even if the flavor wasn’t your favorite.

As you sat there, eating a sandwich and drinking a beer with him, you had the thought that this was the best non-date date you had ever had.

Glancing around the party at the drunken teenagers surrounding you, you grimaced and lifted your red solo cup to sip again at the “jungle juice”, trying not to wonder at what exactly was in it.

It tasted like vomity skittles.

Swallowing down the last of it, you looked around to where Ellie was dancing with her boyfriend and smiled faintly, glad that she was enjoying the party. She was the only reason you were here--your big plans for the night had included a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a binge session of Black Mirror.

But then Sam had texted you both about some party the seniors were having before they went to college in the fall, and all your plans for relaxing were shot to hell.

Tugging at the hem of the dress you had borrowed from Ellie, you headed for the beer pong tables, determined to put some of your athletic prowess to use and have at least a little fun.

Two hours later you were...well...drunk. And making out with someone. Who was he again?

Pulling away you looked down and frowned at the face of the guy you were kissing, unease filling you when you didn’t recognize him. Clumsily you scrambled off him and looked around for Ellie, clutching your phone in the hopes it would help you find her.

Eventually you found a bathroom that wasn’t occupied and texted her, waiting only a few minutes before you got a reply.

Heyyy girl, Sam and I went upstairs for awhile ;) We’re at his place, you ok?

Uhhh...little drunk...think I’m gonna call for a ride.

Ok, so sry for bailing on u!!

NO worries...as long as you GOT SUM GIRL

GIRL PLZ...gonna get round 2 right now!

You laughed at Ellie’s audaciousness and sent her a text to be safe and opened the Lyft app, frowning when you saw it would be a twenty minute wait. Of course, it was New Orleans on a Saturday night in June...the tourists were probably swarming the Quarter.

With a sigh you leaned back on the toilet and stared up at the ceiling, pondering your options.

Your mom was working...again.

A Lyft was 20 minutes. An Uber was about the same.

Slowly you realized what you were going to have to do.

Lifting your phone back up, you dialed Josh.

After a few rings he picked up, sounding sleepy and worried.

“Hey kid, you okay?”

You nodded unsteadily and realized he couldn’t see you, “Uhh yeaaaa,” you sighed, drawing the word out. “So I went to a party and I had a little too much to drink and a Lyft is like twenty minutes wait, can you pick me up?” you asked hopefully.

There was a long moment of silence and then a sigh. “Send me the address kid.”

When the line disconnected you texted him the address and hurried out of the bathroom, heading for the front door to wait. The guys at the beer pong table called out for you to come play and you hesitated--maybe just for a minute?

A minute quickly turned into ten and when Josh arrived you were wasted. Through your daze you could hear him scolding the boys for allowing you to drink more as he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you upright.

Even that proved not to be enough for the state you were in and as he struggled to get you to the door, he growled something that sounded like, “C’mon darlin, work with me,” before he sighed and swept you off your feet and into his arms.

The world spun as he carried you, but his shoulder was reassuringly solid beneath your cheek and you pressed your face into his neck to breath in his scent.

“You...you smell good,” you told him disjointedly, nose brushing against his throat.

You could feel him hum for a moment in agreement perhaps before his hand at your thigh disappeared to do something and a moment later you were in a vehicle.

Josh tucked your seatbelt around you and clicked it into place before getting in his side and casting you a worried glance.

“You gonna throw up?”

You shook your head and curled toward him, smiling softly. He sighed in relief and when the vehicle pulled away your eyes began to close.

A hand landed on your thigh and you smiled tiredly, “Thank you for comin to get me Josh,” you murmured, words slightly slurred.

The grip on your thigh tightened and you sighed softly, enjoying the feeling .

“Of course darlin. We’ll be home soon,” he assured you, sounding worried. “Can you stay awake?” he encouraged, squeezing your thigh again.

“Mmmmhmm,” you agreed sleepily, kicking off your heels to lift your feet onto the dashboard, eyes fluttering open to find his face.

He’s so handsome...I wish he saw me as more than a kid...I wonder what he would do if I moved his hand up my thigh...

Your mind wandered along dangerous pathways, the heat in your veins syrupy and spreading slowly. Josh kept glancing over at you as he drove, smiling encouragingly as he talked, trying to keep you awake.

“Seems like you were winnin at beer pong,” he murmured, turning onto your street. You nodded and grinned and he smirked, “I don’t think those boys know what to do with a girl like you,” he told you softly as he parked the car.

As he came around the car to help you out, you swayed into him, high heels clutched in one hand, the other clinging to his--holy shit so muscular-bicep. Peering up at him, you frowned, wrinkling your brow.

“I’m not a girl,” you huffed, growing more annoyed at his amused smirk.

“Oh what are you then?” he asked teasingly, “A cat? Should I call you kitten?” he teased, and fire lit in your belly at his tone.

Pulling back unsteadily you glared up at him and poked him hard in the chest, “No! You should call me a woman because that’s what I fucking am! Those idiots don’t know what to do with me because they’re children.”

You softened and turned your chin up to him, searching his face for any sign he understood what you were trying to say and felt your belly sink when he only looked at you with the same fondness he always did.

Exhaling sharply, you looked away and shook your head, “Never mind. You don’t care,” you muttered harshly, moving to brush past him.

Josh made a noise of surprise and caught your arm, halting your progress. Determined not to look at him, you stared down at the asphalt as he spoke. “Hey wait darlin, I care about you. I care,” he reassured you.

Scoffing, you tried to pull your arm away and he tightened his grip and a thrill of unexpected pleasure went through you at the display of strength. His other hand cupped your jaw far more gently and his voice was tender and emotional when he whispered, “Look at me.”

Swallowing hard, you looked up, feeling his touch like an electrical current racing through your body as he stared into your eyes. He shifted closer, barely any space between you now and your heart sped up, your body arching towards him unconsciously.

“I care about you darlin. You’re right that you’re more of an adult and a woman than most girls your age. You’re just...” he paused and shook his head, smiling faintly, “it’s hard to think of you growin’ up and leavin me behind. You and Ellie are goin off to college soon and I’ll just be a sad old man,” he told you, his voice rough by the time he finished, tears shining brightly in his eyes.

Heart in your throat, you threw your arms around his neck, a huff of surprise leaving him before his arms wrapped around your waist and he hugged you back, your toes leaving the ground for a moment before they rested on the tops of his shoes.

Turning your face towards his neck you inhaled his scent, so familiar, so comforting, and murmured, “I’ll always come back Josh. No matter what.”

You could feel it when his chest exhaled unsteadily and he made a soft noise that sounded almost like crying, his hands on you tightening. You remained that way until finally he released you and your feet slipped back down to the ground, your hands resting on his chest as you smiled affectionately at each other.

“You know, you’re really not an old man,” you told him, smirking as you rose up on your toes to push your fingers into the lines between his brows, “not yet anyway,” you teased.

Josh laughed and his hands on your waist flexed, pulling you a little closer. Your heart thundered at the continued proximity and you flushed, hoping the darkness would hide it.

“Thanks darlin. I’m glad I don’t qualify for AARP yet,” he joked.

You shook your head vehemently and grinned, “Nope. I know of at least three girls in school that think you’re cute,” you told him, flushing a little.

He grinned and wrinkled his nose, “That’s flattering I suppose.” You nodded and after a moment the laughter died down, leaving you standing in the street in the dark.

Shifting, you pulled your keys out of your purse and pointed to your house, “I should go, mom will be home soon and I haven’t seen her in a few days,” you told him.

Josh nodded and glanced over his shoulder to the dark house, frowning a little. “You sure kid? I can text her and let her know you stayed with me,” he offered.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t stayed there a million times before, but tonight, you wanted to be in your bed. You wanted to process your feelings and maybe get out your vibrator and imagine his large hands on you...

Clearing your throat you nodded and smiled tiredly up at him, “Yea I’m sure. Thanks for everything though Josh, really,” you murmured. Before he could wave it off like always, you leaned up, fingers clutching at his shoulders as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

You could hear his inhale of surprise and felt his fingers clutch your waist as your lips lingered for a moment before you pulled away and stepped back, smiling softly at him.

“Night Josh. Sweet dreams,” you murmured before turning and hurrying into your house.

When you peered out the window from the pitch black interior of the house, he was still there, standing in the street, hands by his sides, staring curiously at your house like he had just had a revelation.

OH HEYYYY....still no POV switch, I know. I think we’ll do it for the last installment. I think it makes more sense for what I have planned. Graduation, a time skip to age 20, aaaaannnddd….SMUT!! Whoo!! I know, it’s taken so long to get there! But I hope you’ve liked what I’ve written so far. If at the end of this you’ve got other ideas that you’d like to see me write for Josh Brolin x reader, hit me up. I’m a thirsty hoe for that man lol Thank you for reading!!

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