Tumgik
#thinkin bout how bad his shirt looks :
serenequeendarling · 1 month
Text
you like that, daddy? | dbf! joel miller
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
warnings: no outbreak AU, dbf AU! smut, unprotected p in v, female reader, no use of y/n, joel is in his 40s, reader in her 20s, very light slapping, usage of daddy , lemme know if i missed anything!
summary: you‘ve been craving joel‘s attention all afternoon but to no avail…until you decide to do something about it yourself
a/n: wrote this down pretty fast, hope i made any sense. PS: i sometimes update this oneshot, (fix some grammar errors or add a lil paragraph) so if u want to give it another read please do it may look better now! (for the ones who‘ve already read it before)
also i‘m really bad at writing smut so please bare w me u guys i‘m trying to get better !! anyways i‘m really thinkin about game joel here
(i'm always thinking about game joel) anyways hope yall like it and tysm for the love on my last joel fic! love y'all
Tumblr media
You’ve been eyeing him the entire afternoon he was here. Joel Miller, his handsome face, and his broad shoulders. Fuck, you’d let him do anything to you. The way his t-shirt clung to his biceps and how the tightness of his jeans allowed you a peek at his bulge made a pool between your legs form.
Your dad had gotten a promotion at work two days ago, and to celebrate, he invited all of his buddies to a BBQ, including Joel. You knew he would’ve come, he always does, so you dressed up all pretty for him, hoping he’d notice you. You put on  a red gingham dress that clung to your body just perfectly, and let your hair down.
However, Joel didn’t pay attention to you one bit. And you hated it, sulking like a spoiled little child who had finally been told ‘no’ for the first time in their life. Luckily for you, his little brother Tommy had. He noticed your pouty lips and the frown on your face, and had to say something.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, startling you out of your daydream. You snapped your head up to look at him, tearing your eyes away from his older brother. You cleared your throat,
"Huh? Oh, nothin’. Just, daydreaming.” You gave him a reassuring smile, your eyes darting back to Joel. You liked Tommy, but you hoped he could just leave you alone so that you could go back to ogling his older brother. Maybe you could use Tommy to gain some attention from Joel? Nah, you weren't that desperate, you had to do this your own way.
“‘Bout what, girl?” He gently rubbed your shoulder in a friendly way to comfort you. You didn’t mind. Tommy only lived a few houses down the street too, so when your dad invited Joel, Tommy came along as well and you guys got along really well. His accent was just like Joel’s. But you liked Joel’s more. You turned back to him, now noticing from the corner of your eye that Joel was watching the both of you interact.
Finally, you thought. For the first time today he actually really looked at you.
“Jus’ school, and all that.” you bat your eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet smile. Tommy was handsome too, yes, but not as handsome as Joel.
“Ah, I see.” He smiled, retreating his hand back, head turning to look at Joel, your eyes meeting his in an instant. You bit your lip when an idea popped into your head, deciding to do something bold. With his attention on you, you spread your legs a little just for your white panties to be seen only by him, and not Tommy. God, no. He spat out a mouthful of his beer, eyes going wide and earning a loud giggle from you, and frowns by the men around him. 
“Well, I’m gonna go and get a coke Tommy, ya want something?” You asked him, standing up from the gray lounge chair you were sitting on. 
“Nah, got my beer right here. Thanks, honey.” He gave you a sweet smile before walking back towards the grill to help your father. You made eye contact with Joel one last time, before making your way up into the open garage to get a coke from the freezer. You bent over the edge of the freezer to grab a can, and when you looked up, Joel was standing in front of you, glaring right at you. You can’t make out if he’s mad, or happy. 
“Joel! You scared me.” you gasped, the can falling out of your hands, back into the freezer. 
“What do you think you’re doin’, huh sweetheart?” He gripped your hips tightly, turning you around towards the freezer, bending you over. 
“What am I doin', Mr. Miller?” you replied, almost in a whisper. He scoffed at your response, shaking his head. His right hand started stroking down your bare thigh, looking around to check if anyone could see you.
“Don’t Mr. Miller me, darlin’. You been pretty comfortable calling me ‘Joel’ when you’re touchin’ yourself at night.” Oh. He saw you. You quietly let out a tiny moan on instinct , hand clasping over your own mouth to keep quiet. To be completely honest with yourself, that‘s what you had wanted in the first place. For him too see you and make a move, but you never thought he did.
“Yeah, I’m right, ain’t I?” He chuckled smugly, his hand raking its way up to your panties, rubbing slow circles on your clothed pussy. You instantly buck up into his hand, wanting more, needing him to fuck you with his thick fingers. 
“Ain’t true.” you murmured, embarrassment apparent on your rosy cheeks. You touched yourself to the thought of Joel for years almost every night, longing for his touch on your skin. Every move he made, every word he said to you made you clench your thighs, needing to run upstairs to your room to pleasure yourself when you were alone.
A sudden slap ripped you from your thoughts, drawing out a moan from your throat.
“Ain’t nice to lie now, girl. Saw you with my own eyes. Should be teachin' you a lesson.” 
“Well maybe your eyesight’s worsened, old man.” You giggled, which made him slap your ass once again, the harshness of it leaving a sting lasting a few seconds. 
“Fuckin’ brat” he scoffed,
“Go to your room, I’ll be there in a minute.” He harshly responded at your remark, something that turned him on at the same time, he couldn’t deny that. 
So you did just that. You obeyed and practically ran upstairs to your room, shutting the door behind you and plopping down on your bed. You laid there for what felt like ten minutes staring at the blank wall until the knob of your door turned, a large frame coming into vision.
You bit your lip, grinning up at him. After all these years, you finally got him where you wanted him the most. In your childhood bedroom, spread out waiting to get corrupted by the older man. 
“You gonna finally teach me a lesson, or what?” You pushed him, wanting to see how much you could get away with your behavior until he finally did something about it.
Joel stared down at you for a moment, taking you in. Your hair splayed on the bed, tits bouncing in your low cut dress a little at every move you made, lips plumped and thighs clenching together, needing immediate release. 
In a mere second, he climbed on top of you, lifting up the skirt of your dress and ripping your panties apart. 
“Don’t get smart with me, little girl.” he growled, throwing your now ruined panties down on the floor. You didn’t even care about the panties that were ripped in half now, you had even more of them in your drawer. He kissed from your belly down to your thighs, while his hands played with your tits hidden in your pretty dress. 
“Fuckin’ dirty girl, having your pussy on display with everyone around.” he muffled, pressing a kiss to your clit, eliciting a moan from you at his dirty talk. 
“You really think I haven‘t noticed you prancin‘ around this little dress begging for my attention?“ he spoke harshly, big hands giving a squeeze to your tits. He did notice you. How could he not? You were practically doing everything to make him talk or even look at you.
Joel couldn‘t look at you because of that fucking dress. He hated how much it turned him on, seeing how perfectly it fit your body and how perfect your tits looked, almost splashing out of the fabric. He knew that if he took a peek he wouldn‘t be able to look away and his cock would betray him instantly. He saw through your little facade, letting things fall and bending over to pick them up just to make him look at your ass or staring intensely at him whenever he talked to one of his buddies while you sucked down on a popsicle.
He also felt immensily guilty for feeling this way. You were much younger than him, and his friends’ daughter. But after that little stunt you pulled on the lounge chair he couldn‘t resist anymore. He had to have you in some way. Just like always, his dick did the thinking for him, and he knew he’d probably regret it later.
“Please.” you whimpered, brows scrunched together. You’d been waiting years, years for him. Ever since he moved into the house with his daughter Sarah right next to your family, your thoughts were consumed with him. He looked so good right now. He always did, but with him in between your legs, staring you down as if you were prey that had been caught in his trap, he looked delicious. For a moment, you thought this was all a dream. All the years you’ve spent yearning for Joel Miller, fantasizing about him ever since he came into your life were now coming true. His hair was a little longer now, in need of a haircut but you couldn’t wait to run your fingers through his locks. 
A few weeks ago, you were sitting on your front porch reading a book while rain poured, the sun hiding behind the clouds. You heard a groan coming from the right, and when you looked up, there he was, drenched as the droplets of rain attacked him. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, and his t-shirt allowed you to see the muscles hidden beneath the cotton. You gulped and spoke up,
“You okay, Mr. Miller?” You shouted, the wind making it hard for him to hear you. He looked up, and it was like he was embarrassed a little, all soaked and angry because he couldn’t find his goddamn keys. 
“Yeah, honey, I can’t find my keys. I think your daddy has a spare somewhere for me.” he shouted back, relieved to see you. You nodded,
“Why don’t you come inside while I search for it? Think I know where it is.” you hoped he would’ve said yes. And of course he did, skipping to your yard and meeting you on the porch. You guided him inside, nerves filling your tummy. He looked so sexy, you couldn’t resist staring at the way his shirt was clinging to his arms. He noticed your stare, a smirk finding its way to his lips before snapping you out of your daydream. Joel most definitely knew the effect he had on you, sometimes using it to his advantage and teasing you just to see how flustered you would get.
“Right. Keys.” you muttered, embarrassed that you had been caught. You turned around on your heels and walked into your father’s office, where you knew he always kept his keys, including a spare for Joel in case of an emergency. You walked back to him and handed him the spare, a shy smile tugging at your lips as he eyed you up and down. You were bra-less, wearing an old white t-shirt and an excuse of the shortest shorts that you probably had last worn when you were fourteen. He thanked you, placing a kiss on your rosy cheek and making his way out. 
That afternoon, you spent your time with your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy  at the thought of Joel and how soft his lips felt on your cheek.
“Please, what? Use your words, honey.” he mocked you with that southern drawl that made every woman melt when they talked to him.  
“Fuck me, daddy. Please.” you moaned a little too loud, praying that no one was inside the house. You were taking a big risk, letting an older man, especially your father’s friend fuck you while your father and his buddies were having fun outside. If only they knew what was going on right now. He unbuckled his belt, sliding his jeans with his boxers down, cock jumping out almost immediately. You grabbed at his dark gray shirt, helping him tug it off , revealing his toned body. You bit your lip, staring him down to his deep v-line, eager for him to ruin you.
He lined himself up at your entrance, sliding his reddened tip up and down your folds, your body instinctively bucking  into him for more. 
“You ready f’me, baby? Huh? Tell me.”
“God, Joel! Fuck me already.” and without warning, he pounded into you with his full length, stretching you out in a way no boy ever could. You screamed out, which made him clasp his hand on your mouth. Joel had locked your door, but that didn’t mean you were all safe. 
“Gotta keep quiet, baby. Don’t want your father or anyone else hearin’ what a little slut you are for his best friend.” It’s like everything he said made you moan. Joel had a way with his words and could sweet talk any woman if he wanted to, which he often did and then would result him in one night stands.
Your eyes rolled back, his hand almost taking up your entire face. He continued to pound into you like an animal, stretching you out so much it almost hurt. You’ve never had a cock as big as Joel’s, the ones you’ve had we’re at least half his size. 
“Joel.” you muffled into his hand, feeling a knot tie up in your lower belly. You were close, and he knew that. So, he switched your positions, sitting you down on top of him and sliding back into you. With you now riding him, he hit spots deeper than you even knew were possible. 
Joel was almost crumbling. His face was scrunched up, moans starting to fall from his lips. 
“C’mon cowgirl, ride it. S’all yours, baby.” your rhythm was inconstant, moving your hips any way you wanted to just to finally find a release. His hands were firm and tight into the meat of your hips, guiding you up and down his cock just the way he wanted it. 
Your pussy was red and throbbing, growing more and more tired with each thrust, struggling to keep up with him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as you let him take control, cock driving into you ruthlessly.
“Been waitin’ so long for this, you have no idea, girl.” he gritted through his teeth, the fingers squeezing your hips leaving red marks on the flesh that you’d know would later turn purple.
As if you weren’t already overstimulated enough, his thumb dropped down to your pussy, circling fast at your clit. 
“Let go, baby, you’re almost there, daddy’s got ya.” 
And in the span of a few seconds, you came down on his cock, your body almost falling into him before he turned you over once again, gripping harshly at your poor scalp.
Before you could even register what was happening, he shoved his cock down your throat, searching for his own release. Your pouty lips worked their way up and down his shaft, the grip on your hair guiding you up and down just the way he wanted to, letting him take full control over you, once again. You took him out of your mouth, looking up at him with doe eyes,
“You like that, daddy?” you asked in the most seductive voice possible, and Joel almost came right on your face, a loud moan erupting from his lips. He lightly slapped your face, but not hard enough to hurt you and shoved your face back into his cock. 
“Where do you want it, pretty girl?” he asked, smiling down at your smudged mascara. You looked rough, hair tangled, drool on the ends of your mouth but Joel wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You were even more beautiful like this. All fucked out and dazed because of him.
“Mouth, daddy.” you managed to make out, feeling the tip of his cock bruise the back of your throat repeatedly. 
He wasn’t far behind, and you felt shots of hot seed on your tongue and down your throat seconds later. You both moaned, his thumb coming down to stroke your cheek gently.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Open up f’me.” you opened your mouth, showing his white seed on your tongue, before swallowing it whole. Both of you smiled at each other and in a swift motion, he pulled you on top of him, arms wrapping tightly around your body. Your hands were playing around in his thick hair, trying to catch your breath slowly. 
“You okay, hun?” 
“‘Course, are you?” you smiled, craning your head to look up at his handsome face. His fingers were drawing shapes on your back, making the moment feel so intimate. But then it dawned on you that your father was still in the backyard, having no clue that his daughter was just fucked out by his own friend. You figured you would have to deal with the guilt later, because for now, you wanted to enjoy the moment with Joel, in his arms.
“Yeah, baby.” he smiled, his lips finding yours in an instant. He kissed you so passionately, that you felt your mound already start to pool again, but there wasn’t time for that right now. Eventually, people would start asking around where the both of you were, so the both of you knew you had to recollect yourselves and go back downstairs. 
Joel dressed himself while you still laid on the bed, a look of daze on your face. You knew now that you couldn’t get enough of Joel, and would eventually come back for more. He felt the same way. He kissed you one last time, then unlocked your door to walk back into the backyard.
You appeared ten minutes later, smudged mascara now cleaned up and hair neatly brushed, as if nothing happened. Joel gave you a knowing smile, which you returned. Everyone had been oblivious to the twenty minutes you’d been away. Everyone but Tommy, that was closely watching the both of you share a smile, growing a little suspicious, but he brushed the thought from his mind, thinking of himself as silly. It was probably nothing, he thought.
But boy, was he wrong.
part 2 here.
835 notes · View notes
dilfl0v3rss · 8 months
Note
AAAHHG. okok boxer!todo who normally is very gentle and soft on his gf when they have sex bc his hands are deemed weapons he’s such a good fighter. but one night reader wants him to be rough so he knock the screws loose. (bonus points if he puts something in the marriage hole 🙊)
okay okay okayyyyy😩
ik you said marriage hole, but i couldn’t help not thinking ab actual marriage LMFAOOO
you absolutely loved how gentle todo was with you. he was always as delicate as can be and absolutely refused to speak to you in any other way than a soft tone. given what he did for a living, it was often that people assumed that he was just as rough during his everyday life than he was in the ring, but that couldn’t of been more of a lie.
“cmere mama, lemme tie your shoe” todo mumbled, lowering to his knee in the middle of the sidewalk to tie the loose laces of your jordans. “baby i could’ve did it” you said, feeling bad as you watching his sweatpants rub against the hard ground. todo just shook his head, finishing up his task before standing back up and kissing you on the forehead. “but i’m here so ima do it. don’t want you liftin a finger when you wit me” he said picking up the many bags from your shopping spree before holding his free hand out for you to hold.
as the two of you finished up your day at the outlets, you and todo were beginning your journey to his car when someone accidentally bumped into you. it was a particularly hard collision and it caused your freshly made smoothie to fall to the ground. the man who bumped into you wasn’t paying much attention, his concentration on a game in his phone as he uttered a small “fuck out my way”. you didn’t think much of it, only really caring about your wasted smoothie, but aoi was quick to grab him by the back of his collar, yanking the man back in front of you before speaking.
“you blind or sum? jus bumped into her and made her drink fall” his voice was low as he watched the mans face go from boredom to fear once he got a look at who was talking to him. “o-oh shit! m-my bad a. t, i wasn’t pay….paying attention” todo just gave him a hard stare, his patience quickly wearing thin as he slightly tilted his head. “youn need t’be apologizing t’me, apologize to my wife” he mumbled. the man’s eyes widened, fear coursing through his body as he felt the large hand begin to tighten on the back of his shirt, the fabric squeezing his neck as he let out a small apology. “s-sorry miss, wasn’t paying a-attention” you looked up at todo next to you, his eyes still on the smaller man as he kept a steady grip on his shirt. you looked back towards the man, “it’s fine….s’okay aoi let him go please”
your small voice caressed todo’s ears, his hand instinctively opening at your command as his eyes finally landed on you. the man scurried away, rubbing the back of his neck as he got as far as he could from the two of you. “you want another one mama? go wait in the car f’me and i’ll go ge-” “no no, it’s okay. let’s just go alright?” todo gave you a small nod, his anger nowhere to be found as he put your soft hand in his and walked you to the car.
as he drove you home, you couldn’t stop the hot ache between your thighs, your arousal filling your panties as you let the scene play over and over again in your mind. you didn’t want to admit it, but it turned you on how rough your man could get when it came to other people and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be willing to be the same with you in a different way.
‘what if he choked me up like that?’
‘would he ever talk to me like that?’
‘how come he’s only rough with other people’
‘i wonder if he’d spank m-’
“what you thinkin bout ma?” you were startled out of your thoughts, making todo chuckle as he looked at your widened eyes. “n-nun” you mumbled, earning you a deep sigh from your boyfriend. todo pulled into the driveway, turning the car off before turning towards you. “talk t’me princess. been quiet the whole ride so i know there’s sum on your mind. is it cause i called you my wife? it just slipped out ma ian mean to make y-” “would you ever be mean t’me?”
you cut him off, letting your thoughts get the best of you as you quickly covered your mouth after finishing your sentence. todo gave you a confused look, misinterpreting your question as he quickly shook his head no. “no, i love you. why would i ever disrespect the woman i love?” you let out a frustrated sigh, your legs squeezing tighter together as you thought of how sexy it’d be if he fucked you a little rougher. “i-i mean in the bedroom” you whispered, but he heard you. a surprised look planted on todo’s face as he thought of what could have brought this into your mind.
“you….you want me t’be rough? is that it?” you quickly nodded your head, wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of you getting what you wanted. a smirk crept onto his lips, thoughts of previous little altercations he’s been in that always seemed to cause you to grow quiet. “and how long you been wantin this?” he said, his voice making a wave of shyness come over you as you looked outside your window to hide from his seductive gaze. todo reached his arm over to you, letting his big hand surround your neck as he lightly pulled you towards him. he looked deeply in your eyes, “look at me, and answer truthfully, understand?” at this point your thighs were pressed so hard together you thought you might pull something as your eyes stared into his stern ones.
“c-couple weeks now” you said, voice small as you watching todo’s pink tongue swipe over his lips. he smirked at you, showing you the gold he had on his canine tooth before he squeezed a little tighter on your neck. the whimper you let out almost made him cum in his pants as he took in your shy, horny state. “you been waiting so patiently t’ask me haven’t you mama? been waiting like a good girl?” you nodded your head at his words, making todo’s smile begin to fade as his other hand snuck towards under your skirt. you twitched as his thick fingers made contact with your soaked panties, eyes watering in embarrassment as you watched todo move those same fingers towards his mouth.
“need you t’use your words baby, or i won’t give you what you want” he parted his lips before closing them on his wet fingertips, letting your arousal dance on his tongue as he loosened his grip on your throat so you could speak clearly. “yes….b-been waiting like a good girl” as todo released his fingers with a pop, he moved that same hand back to unlock the doors of the car, eyes never leaving you as he lowered his lips towards yours. they lightly grazed each other as he spoke.
“then go inside and let daddy give you what you want”
you practically sprinted towards your room, todo hot on your heals as you quickly crawled into the middle of the bed. todo stood at the edge, his arms crossed over his body as he kept his fist under his chin. you waited patiently for his next move, his eyes raking up and down your body as he thought. “undress” he mumbled, his eyes looking directly into yours now as he watched you take off each article of clothing from your pretty, brown body. todo followed you, removed his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him in just his briefs. “cmere” his tone was low, the same one he’d use when speaking to someone he putting in check.
your body instantly moved, crawling towards the edge of the bed before sitting down on your knees. “on your stomach sexy. put that ass high in the air f’me” your eyes widened in surprise. todo usually fucked you in missionary, always wanting a good look at your face so he could give you light kisses and reassuring smiles. this change in position told you everything you wanted to hear, he didn’t care. you obeyed his request, turning over on all fours before letting your arms stretch up the bed as your back dipped towards the sheets. todo let out a delighted groan, his fists clenching as he tried his best not to move too fast.
he slowly moved his hand up your back, pushing your arch deeper as he pressed his print into your soaked folds. “feel that?” he groaned, grinding his hips into you as you lightly moaned into the sheets. “y-yea” your voice was muffled, the already wetting fabric restricting your breathing. todo moved his other hand towards his underwear, freeing himself behind you as you obliviously moaned in the sheets. “ion like when you keep shit from me mama, s’nothin t’be scared of. you know i’ll always give you whatever you want” he slowly sunk into you, listening to your drawn out moan be released into the air as he bottomed out inside of you.
“s-so deep papa” you whined, hand instantly moving towards his hand on your back so he could hold it. if it were any other day todo would’ve held it without question, comforting you as he fed you his inches, but today wasn’t one of those days. “unt uhh mama keep those hands up there. next time you bring it back here ima pin it to your back” you whined as you closed your hands around the sheets, gripping them tightly as you tried to keep yourself from reaching back for him.
todo started off with slow, deep strokes before quickly moving to quick poundings to your poor pussy. his hand now finding purchase in your hair as he yanked your head from the sheets. “this what you wanted princess? wanted me t’fuck you like a slut?” he groaned, his other hand pushing your arch deep into the mattress as he fed you stroke after deep stroke from his thick dick. your drool was dripping from your lips, connecting your face to the sheets as you looked dumbly at the black headboard in front of you. your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of him clouding your senses as you went higher and higher in the clouds. “y’hear me?….unt uhh, wake up ma. m’not done wit you”
todo leaned over you, tapping your cheeks to bring the lost light back to your eyes. as you came to, your moans began to fly from your lips, thighs shaking as you felt your quick orgasm began to approach. “m-m’gonna cum daddyyy!” you whined. todo just fucked you harder, making it as hard as he possibly could for you to keep your orgasm away. he lowerred his face to your ear, licking behind it before whispering his deep words to you. “hold it”
a loud whine escaped your lips. there was no way you were going to be able to hold in an orgasm this strong so you decided to do the opposite of what he told you earlier. you threw your hand back, connecting it with his abdomen before using all your strength to push him out of you. todo’s hips halted, a quiet gasp leaving his lips as he watched you hold your hand on his tattooed stomach. “c-can’t hold it papa” you whimpered, looking back at him with water in your eyes. a sorry expression on your face as you felt him pull out of you completely.
todo stood to his full height, keeping a hand on your hip as he brought you back into your arch. “gimme your hands” he said sternly, your whining only fueling him as he watched you cross your wrists behind your back. he held your wrists in his hand, using his other one to line himself up again with your entrance. “what’d i say mama?” your eyes never left him, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to speak through your sobs. “said n-not to put my h-hand back, but i couldn’t h-” “ion wanna hear nun else. you gon take it like i said to cause this is what you wanted, remember?”
without letting you reply, todo slammed himself fully into you, pushing his hand down on your wrists to deepened your arch as he pinned them to your back. “m’sorrym’sorrym’sorryyyy….fuck daddy you so deep” you moaned, moving your ass back into him to get back to the release you pushed away. todo’s eyes widened at your eagerness, any worry he felt about his roughness quickly left his body as he watched your hungry pussy tightly grip his dick. his gazed slowly moved to your puckering hole, body moving before his mind as he let his spit fall to it. you felt him circle your ass with his thumb, the slow movements making you push your ass out more in excitement.
“p-please aoi p-put it in” you whined, your fists clenching in anticipation as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to comply. todo quickened his thrusts, his dick hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll before slowly sinking the tip of his thumb in your hole. “like this princess? you like when daddy touches you here?” you moaned a loud “uhh huh”, your eyes in the back of your skull as you felt his thumb go deeper and deeper inside of you until the rest of his hand was close enough to lay flat on your lower back. todo’s dick twitched at the sight, his seed daring to spill into you as he listened to you moan in delight from his actions. who would’ve known a pretty little thing like you would want to be fucked like this.
“m’finna nut in you mama. want papa t’fill that pussy up?” your moans drowned out his voice, brain so fucked out that you could barely say anything other than babbles if “daddy” and “so good”. todo let out a groan at the state of you, letting go of your wrists to leave a hard slap on your ass. “cmon pretty girl, if you wanna cum you gotta talk t’me” you shut your eyes tightly, using all you had left in you to utter the words your man was longing to hear. “cum in me, f-fill this pussy up pleaseee” todo couldn’t conceal the grin he had behind you, his gold teeth showing completely as he angled his dick down towards your stomach. he slowly thrusted his thumb in and out of you, giving you extra attention so you could reach your orgasm at a high peak.
“anything for you”
when you finally woke up, you were laid on todo’s broad chest, black bonnet securely placed on your head as you looked up at your boyfriend. he had his glasses on, your red bonnet on his head as scrolled through the many boxing videos on his tik tok for you page. you left a light kiss on his pec, drawing his attention to you before inching up towards his stubbled chin. “how y’feeling pretty?” he mumbled, his deep, tired voice flowing through your ears as he placed his phone on the bedside drawer. you went to lay your leg on top of him when you were stopped by a sore pain. “legs don’t work” you whispered, making his chest shake as he chuckled. you rolled your eyes, plucking his neck before laying your head back on his shoulder.
“not my fault, you wanted me t’fuck you like that so you gotta deal wit the consequences. ima big man” todo’s hand gave your ass a quick squeeze, making you shyly smile as you played with the gold chain around his neck. you sighed deeply, “y’know….i never get upset when you call me your wife. i actually like it, makes me feel good when you say it” todo’s eyes widened at your confession, cheeks growing warm as he looked down at your pretty brown features. “wanna make it furreal?” his words made your eyes widen as you slowly sat up from your spot in his arms. “really? you wanna m-marry me?” todo scoffed at your surprise, leaning over to his drawer to search for something. your eyes nearly popped out of the sockets, excitement running through you as you sat in disbelief.
as todo leaned back towards you, that excitement quickly faded. the sight of his glasses case in his hand bringing small disappointment to your chest. he noticed this, smirking to himself as he opened his hand fully to show you the black box in the middle of his palm. “wanted t’do it sooner, but ian know how. was gonna do it after i won my championship, but ian wanna propose wit a busted eyebrow y’know?” your eyes watered, moving towards the pretty, light brown scar right above his right brow. “was also gon do it last week during our date night, but pussied out like a bitch”
your tears were falling now, his hand moving towards yours before give it a tight squeeze. “i feel like now is a good time tho, since you just told me the words i been wantin to hear every since i met you. we was young and i know i was a bit of a tough guy back then, but you really changed me. you’re bright smile and beautiful soul made me into the man i am today and i couldn’t, wouldn’t imagine myself bein wit anybody else. ion no where the future may take us, but i know that no matter what obstacle may come my way i’d rather have you with me to help me push through.”
he gently cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumb as he slowly opened the box with his other hand. “i love you more than anything, more than boxing, more than life. you are my life mama and i been hoping, praying for the longest that i was yours. you let me know that today. so will you give me the honors of bein my wife? will you marry me?” you flew into his arms, mind on nothing, but him as you planted kiss after passionate kiss to his pink lips.
“yes!”
1K notes · View notes
hartoru · 3 months
Text
beach house neighbour! satoru
Tumblr media
notes ╰┈➤ ❝ heavily inspired by that one hc my girl ari wrote about this...couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout it...reblogs n interactions always appreciated, love you ✧ ❞
content ╰┈➤ ❝ just a little satoru somethin' to celebrate my tumblr debut in 2024 hehe...no minors should interact here since, eventual smut, and mentions of alcohol are mentioned...✧ ❞
word count╰┈➤ ❝ less than 700...✧ ❞
Tumblr media
beach house neighbour! satoru, who throws the best parties ever.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who somehow still wakes up early in the morning to join you for your daily jogs on the beach.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who scratches the back of his neck and sheepishly apologizes for the noise last night, lying about how he'll try to keep it down next time.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who notices your soft, yeah, right. and immediately with a determined look on his face, offers to make it up to you by inviting you to breakfast.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who opens the door to his house, apologizing for the mess, even though it looks surprisingly clean for a house that was full of drunk people a few hours ago.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who makes you the best breakfast you've ever had. his keen blue eyes observing every bite you take, the pout of your lips as you blow air on the hot pancakes, the smile across your face as you chew the soft texture, the little crumble on the side of your mouth, that he so badly wants to reach out and wipe slowly.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who gulps the last of his coffee in the afternoon, gazing directly into the sea where you're swimming in your tiniest bikini. waving back at you as you walk onto the sand and notice him.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who invites himself over to yours for dinner, mumbling about he exhausted all his food on your breakfast and how he's too drained to go out to shop.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who sips on the red wine you offered, leaning back on your couch and lazily staring at your face glowing from the fairy lights, as he wonders if you taste the same right now.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who doesn't think twice and leans into you, the grip on his glass tight enough to break it as he softly places his lips on yours.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who eventually does break the glass, spills the wine all over his shirt, a little on your carpet, and suddenly becomes so conscious, pulling away from you and standing up, looking at the mess with a shocked face because he's too overwhelmed with his feelings for you, that he can't understand how this happened.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who is so stunned when you grab him by the collar of his white shirt, mumbling against his lips about how the wine will leave a stain if you don't put it in the washing machine immediately.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who takes his shirt off immediately, revealing the perfect beach body he'd worked so hard on every evening, contradicting his words of how he wouldn't want that to happen to his favourite shirt, by throwing it across the balcony, the cold air hitting his godly-built chest, and making his nipples perk.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who wraps his large arms around your waist, picking you up and settling you on his lap as he falls back on the couch. grinning widely at your stunned expression, his long fingers push the ends of your dress further and further up.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who's throwing his head back, watching you straddle him like that, your dress riding up to your thighs, making your cute lace panties so visible, desperate whines escaping his mouth as your crotch repeatedly rubs and bumps against his clothed hard cock.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who unknowingly mumbles, 'w-wan' y'er pussy s-so bad, y-y/n...think 'bout it e-everyday...ngh-!' against your ear, as your tight walls stretch around his large veiny cock, your nails leaving scratches on his shoulders, scratches that won't be gone until the next few weeks at least. but that's alright, you could just make new ones by then.
Tumblr media
© hartoru 2024. please do not plagiarise, record, translate or repost .
538 notes · View notes
josibunn · 2 months
Text
thinkin about gamer boy charlie walker n a needy gf based off this vid (p!link)🎀
you’ve already been playin with yourself in the room, moaning quietly not interrupt his playing downstairs, fingering yourself open but it’s just not how it feels when he does it :( you’ve got his slasher shirt draping over your shoulders as one hand works iny your clit and the other penetrates yourself, moaning and whining sadly.
you didn’t wanna be a bother but fuck did u miss him, so you took matters into your own hands, exiting your room still in nothing but his shirt and joining him downstairs, and he barely looks up as you plop next to him. “hey baby,” he coos, leaning into the kisses you plant down his cheek and to his neck, glancin at the screen and your exposed thighs as the shirt rides up.
“miss you,” you pout against his skin, draping his hand down his chest and under his shirt, stroking his cock through his boxers and he silenced his groan by biting his lip, bucking into your hand and turning at you quickly before back at the game, “missed me? like now?” he raises his arms up as you duck under his controller and to your knees, his hips lifting as you pull his shorts and underwear down to his knees swiftly, cock springing out.
you’re kinda heated, you’re in nothing but a big shirt, getting ready to suck his cock and he’s still worried bout this stupid game? “yes now.” you huff, looking up at him with angry brows before you run your tongue along his shaft, and he fights back a moan, trying to watch you and his screen.
you take him in your mouth quickly, eyes rolling back as you wrap your lips around his tip, and he finally looks away from his game to watch you before you bring him in deeper, making him sigh out. “baby,” he whispers, and you get angrier when you hear the clicking and moving of his controller tied with the hums of his groans behind his lips.
you stroke his as you bob your head, moaning around him so he’d take the hint to pull you in his lap, lay you down and fuck you into the couch.
but no. his lashes flutter as he tried to keep them on the screen, bucking into your mouth and hissing. “gonna make me lose baby, fuck,” he moans breathily, making you pull off to pout at him, his cock against your lips still as you look up at him doey, though he doesn’t notice as he barely gives you a glance.
“charlie..” you pout, “you don’t care bout me no more?” “f’course I do baby, just,,really into this game.” he nods, making you roll your eyes. you hover over his hard cock and kiss his cheek but he’s shifting to still look at the screen. youre fed up, your bare pusy is literally hovering over his cock and he’s not pouncing on you?
“charlie.” you grit, holding his cheeks in your grasp. “lemme beat this le—” you don’t let him finish before you’re sliding his headset off and kissing him roughly, holding the back of his head in place. your other hand reaches between you and you hold his cock in place before you slide down on him, making him pull away and moan loudly.
“oh fuck, fuck baby!” he throws his head back, eyes shut and mouth parted as his head turns a shade of pink. “message received oh,” he says as you hold his head back by his hair to get a good look at his face as you quickly bounce your hips on his cock, his controller long fallen out of his hands as he trails his hand up your shirt on on your soft skin, his cock throbbing inside you.
“sorry just,” you mewl, “just missed u so bad. don’t fuckin do that again,” you wrap your arms around his and he does the same, shoving you down faster and harder already making you moan out near his ear.
“yes ma’am, fuck never again, this pussy,” he’s already drunk off you, fucking into you to match that he was already shoving you down before just plainly picking you up and putting you on your back on the couch, arms still wrapped around you as he fucks you into the cushions, not even minding hearing his teammates yell at him through his headset that was now on the floor. oops :3
“yes charlie, don’t stop, need you s’bad,” you moan, eyes rolling back as you hold him closer, sometimes you just gotta take matters into your own hands ;P.
Tumblr media
some charlie action bc my accs dry of him :(
join my taglist! @angelsanarchy @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator @wonkinoo@brithedemonspawn @yungbloodsuxca @weezinrnween
308 notes · View notes
youronlydarlin · 2 months
Text
warning: U die again, sorry :(, Johnny is very sad
Jus' thinkin bout Johnny during your funeral :(
He's unnervingly quiet, head tilted down, refusing to look at your open casket on the side of the room. There's beautiful blooming flowers surrounding it, and he knew you would've taken your time to admire them, maybe even name the ones you knew.
His team is here, to pay their respects, and to give condolences. Johnny remembers the words of comfort they offered him. Even ghost gave him a pat on the shoulder, shortly followed with a polite nod.
He couldn't stand it all, the pitiful stares he got from everybody. The 'sorry's, and 'condolences only reminded him that a funeral was held. Your funeral was being held, and no amount of sunny day's he has will ever be enough to cover the warmth, and light you've let in to his life.
You were his sun.
What is he to do, now that the sky is mourning you as well? The cloud pours rain so harshly to the ground as if it's also angry at the loss of your presence.
Where was the future you both promised each other? The future with the white picket fence, and a beautiful view overlooking the sea. He'd spend his time sketching it, while you tend to your garden. The happy married life he'd always dreamed off. Where was it?
Where were you?
The only thing he has is his head in his hands. Sitting down on your shared bed with one of your shirts in his lap. Not long after he's holding onto it, sobbing. He knew how much you hated seeing him cry, so maybe if he doesn't stop then you'll come back. He's nuzzling his face into shirt, and using your sleeves to dry at his tears. It makes him feel like it's you wiping them away.
a/n: UHHH, this was bad, but m' literally trying to squeeze as much content as I can from my body because my classes are gonna prevent me from posting as much. M' sorry ,my loves. Remember to always take care of yourself, drink your water, babes!
Yours, truly,
-dolly
142 notes · View notes
auteurdelabre · 1 month
Text
PLEASE, MISTER MILLER? (Sequel part 5) BFDJoel! x f!Reader
Tumblr media
Chapter summary: You and Joel navigate long distance, your parents and the realization that college graduation is just around the corner.
series masterlist
rating: 18+
a/n: Y'all this chapter is a fuckin beast. I had to break it up because its lookin' like another marathon chapter and I am a slut for comments so I had to break it up. Please comment, reblog, all that good juju and you'll make your girl real happy.
---------------------------
I miss you. 
[HIM💜]Miss you too, baby. 
Send me a pic. 
[HIM💜]
Tumblr media
NOT THAT KIND. 
[HIM💜]
Tumblr media
Much better. You're cute, Miller. 
[HIM💜] You're not so bad yourself, Snowflake. 
I wish you were here, Joel. I keep waking up thinking you'll be next to me. 
[HIM💜] I feel the same, baby. I keep looking over in bed expecting to see you and that way you smile when you’re all sleepy. Then I get all blue when it's nothing but empty mattress.  
[HIM💜] Is it cheesy if I say I can't wait to hold you again?
Not at all. I’m counting down the days until graduation.
[HIM💜] Coming up quick. You excited?
Sorta. What are you doing right now?
[HIM💜] You alone?
Yep. 
[HIM💜 CALLING]
Joel's face pops up on your phone, smiling at you from what looks like a hardware store. Warmth floods you as you gaze at him. You see that he’s dressed casually, a grey t-shirt over his broad torso, a baseball cap over his tussled curls. 
"Hey, baby." He smiles broadly at you and you swear you can feel your heart skip a beat.
"Where are you?"
"Paint store." He holds up a color swatch if several shades of dark green. "Whadda ya think of this color?"
He holds the simple up closer to the camera. Some of his curls peek out near his neck under his hat. You can still feel their silken texture wrapped around your fingers like some sensual ghost. 
Fuck you miss him.
"Nice," you offer. "What's this for?"
"Wanna repaint my bedroom," he says grinning like an excited schoolchild.
“Why are you repainting your bedroom?” You ask amused. Joel’s face contorts from beaming excitement to a somber flinch and you regret asking it.
"Tess moved out last weekend," Joel says almost timidly. “And uh, I wanted to repaint. Fresh start and all that.”
Your stomach jumps at those words. Tess moved out. For the past few months you and Joel have been in regular contact via phone and texting. He mentioned that the divorce papers were drawn up, that Tess had agreed to it with an almost upsetting lack of emotion. But actually knowing that she had moved out? That feels momentous.
"Woah, so it's really over," you croak with a nervous shiver breaking out along your body. 
"Was over for a long time, baby," Joel assures you. "This just makes it official."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just feel guilty. Feel like I should be more upset but I'm just so fucking relieved." 
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You pause, uncertain where you two stand. Yes you said you wanted to continue this together. But what does that mean exactly? Maybe now that Joel is single again he’ll want to play the field. And why not? He’s early forties, gorgeous and has the most wonderful, caring personality of anyone you’ve ever met. Why wouldn’t he want to sleep around and have fun before committing himself to a relationship again?
"You've gone quiet, baby."
You give a smile to yourself. "Just thinking."
"Thinkin' 'bout what?"
"Just that you're getting divorced, and maybe... Maybe you want to sow your wild oats or something." You cringe at your phrasing. "Maybe you don't wanna be tied down in a relationship right away.”
You aren't expecting the sharp laugh from over the line. You love how his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. You watch him move to a corner of the store that’s a little quieter, a little more private. Then he switches the call to voice only. You raise the phone to your ear, heart thudding.
"Don't you think you're the one that should be sowing wild oats?" Joel chuckles. "You're the one in her twenties."
"Nah, I've done enough of that," you admit shyly. 
"So've I," Joel tells you and he sounds earnest. 
"Maybe you don't wanna be tied down in a relationship you know?" You offer feebly. "I mean, maybe you wanna date around or... I dunno."
You trail off feeling embarrassed. 
"Only interested in datin' one girl and it's the one I’m talkin’ to," Joel says evenly. "Same girl who has me smiling like a fuckin' idiot at my phone so much my brother commented on it at work."
You can't help but blush, even though he's not even there to see it. "Yeah?"
"Yep. Had to tell him it was a dating app just so he'd leave me alone."
You laugh at the thought. You don't know Tommy other than what Joel tells you, but he sounds like trouble. The fun kind.
“I’m lookin’ very forward to seein’ her next month,” Joel offers and you feel your lower belly pool with arousal at the sound.  “Thought I’d book us in at the same hotel but only one bed this time.”
“Mmm I’d like that,” you coo, sighing softly at the thought.
“Yeah?” Joel’s voice is so low it’s a purr. “Eager to make up for lost time?”
“Mhmmm.” You can’t help but feel the tug of lust skittering across your body. “I can’t stop thinking about all the things I wanna do to you, Mister Miller. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it. How do you wanna fuck me first?”
“Fuck,” Joel hisses out and you giggle at the sound. He turns the phone back to face time and you see his pupils blown wide.
“Don’t do that to me here, honey. Not while I’m lookin’ at paint samples. Now, be a good girl and tell me, what do you think of this one?"
He holds up the paint sample again. It’s a dark green, too dark for a bedroom in your opinion. But You think back to sitting on the hotel bed with Joel during your time together. Of him telling you that Tess took control of everything down to the color of his bed sheets and you hesitate.
You don’t want to do that to him. You don’t want to control him.
"I like it," you answer, narrowing your eyes slightly. "It's just..."
"What?"
Joel is frowning at the screen now, looking concerned at your thoughtful silence. He raises a brow when you look back at the phone. 
"It's a really nice color," you concede. "I love green."
"But?"
"But nothing."
"Baby," Joel says gently, a softness in tone that draws your gaze to his waiting eyes. "C'mon now, no lies here."
"Doesn't matter what I like."
"Matters to me."
You feel anxiety pricking at your body, making you nibble the inside of your cheek. Joel watches you through the phone, you see people wandering the aisle behind him. 
"I think it might be too dark," you finally offer. "But that's only because to me a bedroom should make you feel calm and relaxed. I've always been partial to blues. But honestly, Joel, that's just personal preference. You should get what you're drawn to. With all that green it's like you're sleeping in the forest which I know you like."
Joel nods, lower lip stuck out in thought. All of a sudden you hear a key at your door and you panic.  
"Shit, I gotta go."
The call ends just as Sarah walks into the dorm room yawning. She almost trips over the cardboard boxes the two of you had been packing earlier.
"I'm so sick of essay formatting," she says with a groan as she tosses her backpack onto the ground. 
"Same." You peek at her over your phone. "There's an iced coffee for you in the fridge."
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Sarah sings, taking the coffee from the fridge and throwing herself on the bed next to you.  
You wouldn't love me if you knew why I bought it.
You give a short smile, giggling as she rubs her shoulder next to yours, urging you to give her more room on your bed. She's often remarked that despite you both having the same college -dorm -issued mattress that yours is far more comfortable. 
“It’ll all be worth it when I’m walking around South America with Charlie this summer,” Sarah sighs. “Three whole months of museums and delicious food and-“
“Fucking,” you finish for her. She blushes wildly before pushing you with her arm.
"I feel like you've been buying me a ton of stuff lately," Sarah muses all of a sudden. "You never let me pay for dinner and this is like the tenth time you've had coffee waiting for me. What gives?"
You force a natural looking smile on your face. 
"Dunno. Guess since we won't be roommates next year I'm just trying to enjoy you while I can."
And because I've been fucking your dad in secret for months and have no intention of stopping. 
Sarah gives a sarcastic laugh before growing somber. "Are you nervous about graduation next month?"
"A little," you say honestly, your eyes drifting from her face to the popcorn ceiling above you. "I still haven't told my parents about grad school."
"What?" Sarah drains the last of her coffee before propping herself up on an elbow and looking at you severely. "Why?"
"Dunno." 
That's a lie. You know exactly why. Because you're parents are the least supportive, most caustic people you know. Sarah frowns at you over her drink.
"You're gonna have to tell them eventually."
"Yeah I know."
“Have you seen Conrad lately?”
“Not since the trip,” you answer with a small smirk.
Thankfully you haven’t seen Conrad since that night months ago when he caught you and Joel fucking in your bed. You’ve seen him in passing around campus a few times, but he usually just goes red in the face and strides past you.
"I'm so glad you dumped him," Sarah tells you with a guilty smile. "I was so worried he was gonna propose in Ibiza and be stuck rearing his moron kids. But ever since you got back you've been different."
"Different?"
"Yeah," she nods giving a knowing smile.
She pushes herself off of the bed and goes to the boxes she’d been in the process of packing before classes. She sits herself down on the rug, staring up at you looking into middle distance, still laying on the bed.
You take a moment to covertly look through your photos of Joel. Fuck you miss him. You look at the photo of him at the gallery, of him in glasses, of the two of you in bed, of him carrying your bags to the elevator. You smile.
"Is it the married guy?" 
You don't answer. You don't want to answer. You don't want to know what Sarah thinks about you being with a married man, especially when that man is her father. 
You sit up and join her on the floor, going through the box you yourself were packing before Joel called. It’s your collection of trinkets collected during your time in school. A ticket stub from your first theatre going here, a cut out from the school paper where you’d submitted an article on the anthropology of monogamy, amongst other clutter that makes you smile.
"Well if it is, it seems like he's making you really happy," she offers tentatively. “Honestly in all the time I’ve known you I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”
“Well I did get into my Masters program,” you remind her. “And I am graduating with honors.”
“Right,” Sara concedes as the two of you continue packing up your modest dorm room, wrapping her horse figurines in newspaper. She glances over into your box of trinkets and spots the carving Joel made for you. The one that you’ve rubbed down with your thumb over months of keeping it in your pocket.
“You still have that?” Sarah says with a sweet expression on her face. “Isn’t that the one my dad carved for you?”
“Yeah,” you nod, forcing yourself to sound neutral.
“I love that you kept it,” Sarah says with a hand over her heart. “My Dad loves carving these things. I have so many from over the years. Soccer balls, horses, mermaids. Even a dragon from when I was really obsessed with them.”
You love hearing stories about Joel and so you listen intently while trying to appear casual. But every time you get a new piece of information something in you bubbles in delight. The thought of your Joel in the world maybe carving at this very moment.
 Your Joel.
 “Well it was really nice of him,” you say. “More thoughtful than anything my parents ever bought me.”
Your eyes trail to the dress hanging over the door of your closet and you sigh. The latest gift from your parents, a dress for graduation. A virginal white dress with ruffles that doesn’t suit you at all.
“Oh my God do you remember this play?” Sarah asks holding up your torn ticket. “The fucking lighting guy kept missing the cue and the actress was in darkness half the show?”
The two of you collapse into giggles at the memory and you realize with a small devastation that Sarah is the closest thing you've ever had to a best friend. She's supportive and encouraging. She helps you study, she was there for you when you broke up with Conrad, she was the first person you told about grad school because she was the one that insisted you apply. 
“Who cares what your parents think? This is your life!”
There's a very large part of you that hates how you're keeping everything from her even though you know there's no other option. It runs a thread of fear through you that makes you question how you and Joel can continue. 
Would Sarah support it? Or would she be disgusted? You don't really know. You've never been on Sarah's bad side before. When you and Joel have talked about it he's been clear that he wants to be the one to bring it up to Sarah 'if it gets to that point'. But when will you both know you’ve reached that point?
“Tell me more about married guy,” Sarah insists, nudging your knee with her socked foot. “I wanna know everything.”
“He’s…well, he’s great. Handsome and smart and he really listens to me,” you eventually admit with an amused pull of your lips. “He makes me really happy, Sarah. I’ve told him stuff I’ve never told anyone.”
Sarah’s eyes go soft. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Your eyes drop to your hands and you feel tears start at the corners. “I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust him. He makes me feel… Cared for.”
The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence as you continue packing up your dorm items. Suddenly Sarah pipes up.
“Is he good in bed?”
You try to swallow the disgusted expression on your face, but she catches it. Her eyes widen with amusement as she tosses a throw pillow at your head. You catch it, trying to will the panic from your expression.
“What?” Sarah gives a small giggle. “You used to tell me everything you and Conrad did, which wasn’t much by the way. But now you’re a vault?”
“It’s uh, just different with him,” you say quickly lowering your eyes to the newspaper you pack your collectibles in. “It feels more… special. I dunno how to describe it. Next question.”
“Are you in love with him?”
You barely pause.
“Yeah,” you nod. “Yeah I am.”
///
Sarah leaves for her evening class later that night and you sit staring at your phone. You want to call Joel and tell him how much you miss him. You want him to speak filth into your ears so you can come. You want to be in his arms with his full mouth on yours. You just want him.
The future is so precarious in many ways. When you’d received your acceptance letter into your Masters program you’d been delighted. When you’d called Joel later that day he’d been so fucking supportive it brought tears to your eyes.
And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell your parents. Couldn’t stand the knowledge that a man you’d known for less than six months had known exactly how to support your successes better than your own parents did.
But it’s time now. Graduation is next week and they’ll be coming out to ask your plans. They’ll take you to your fancy dinner and they’ll espouse how a future in Anthropology is a hobby. How you should have gone into Business or something more realistic. And you’ll sit there like you always do with your eyes on your plate willing the evening to be over.
Get it over with.
You punch in your parent’s number and raise your phone to your ear. Your stomach twists when you hear the sound of the phone ringing as you hold your cell to your ear. Despite the fact that you're calling them on any other line, it almost feels like the ring home seems more barren, more echo-ey. 
The phone clicks and you hear your mom bark out your name. You wince. 
"Hey mom."
"Hello. Did you get the dress?”
“Yes Mom,” you say in an obedient tone.
“Well, it’s quite late. Is anything the matter?"
"No," you say feeling your heart in your chest. "I'm calling because I wanted you to-"
"We received the graduation tickets," your mother continues, not even listening to you. "Not even assigned seating. Ridiculous."
There's something about calling home that makes you feel impossibly small and insignificant, but not in a comforting way. More the reminder that you could be squashed under foot at any moment. 
"Yes well that's why I'm calling, sort of-"
"Speak up I can barely hear you."
You sigh deeply, trying to steady your voice. "I wanted to let you and Dad know that I got into that Master's program for the fall." 
There is a loaded silence and then you hear your mother cover the phone and murmur. She’s probably telling your father. Finally her voice comes back over the line, crisp and abraisive.
"I hope you don't expect us to fund that daydream.”
You knew it was coming and yet it doesn't remove the sting entirely.
"Nope. I've got enough scholarships to cover it so far. Just need a part time job for extra expenses. I just wanted to tell...." You trail off.
You hear the sound of your father calling your mother's name in the background. 
"Your father is tired, darling. He has to be awake early and the light from the phone is keeping him up. We'll see you at graduation."
The line goes dead and you throw your cell onto the bed angrily. You can't wait until fucking graduation is over and done with. You can't wait until you're parents are out of your life for another semester.
///
Sarah’s in class. Wanna chat a bit?
[HIM💜] Can’t baby. Tommy fucked up one of the orders and I gotta get it fixed quick.
The tone is sharp and you can hear his irritation flowing through the screen. You go to type out your response when another one of his comes through to the screen.
[HIM💜] I’ll give you a ring later tonight.
It’s final, resolute. He doesn’t have time for you right now and that’s totally fine… Except his words from earlier are echoing around in your brain.  Eager to make up for lost time? Fuck yes you are. You can already feel arousal pooling between your lips.
In the months between spring break and now you’ve done your fair share of phone sex. Joel is remarkably adept at getting you off with only his voice, his words and the distant sound of his belt rasping against his zipper as he strokes himself.
You sent back racy photos every now and again, nothing too obscene for fear that Tess might see. Your face is never included for the same reason.
But right now you’re so fucking horny for him and you need to make him come for you. Probably because you know you shouldn’t bother him. It’s that bratty urge that pops its head out every once and again, urging you to push him, to test him, to make him want you, hard for you even when he shouldn’t.
You look at one of your packed boxes and are suddenly inspired. You pull the tabs open before reaching in and pulling out one of your packed winter items. The snowflake skirt. The skirt that tipped the scales in your relationship. You smile.
You shimmy out of your jeans, shirt and panties before pulling the skirt on and standing in front of the mirror. After a moments deliberation you remove your bra as well, giving yourself a once over and smiling in satisfaction.
You get onto the bed and begin to do a selection of seductive poses, aiming your camera, setting it on a timer and trying your best angles before deciding on a few that turn you on. Your first selection is the snowflake skirt hooked up over the globe of your ass. You’re leaned forward, presenting to the camera. The result is a peek of your glistening folds framed by your skirt on your pale pink sheets. Filthy.
You giggle just at the thought of sending these to Joel while he’s in the middle of work. Your fingers dance over the screen of your phone.
I miss you.
[HIM💜] I told you I was busy, baby.
You feel another bubble of laughter begin as your finger hovers over the selected thumbnail of your naked form. You toss over the idea in your head a moment before pressing send and waiting. His response is almost immediate.
[HIM💜] Are you insane? I’m at work.
I didn’t know you were gonna check your phone!
I was just sending it for later.
[HIM💜] Little liar.
Just missing you. You missing me?
[HIM💜] You know I am. Now stop it.
You can almost hear it in his growled timber. 
You giggle before sorting through your remaining photos. You send him the one of you lying on your back, tits out and pussy wet and spread wantonly with your fingers. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist. Your eyes are half lidded looking up into the camera and you bite your lower lip. It's fucking debauched and you send it with a little thrill in your stomach.
He doesn’t reply right away and a part of you is worried that he’s not checked his phone. You wait a few moments before typing out your message to him, a small smirk on your face.
I'm so wet just Thinking about your cock. How good it felt. Wish you were fucking me right now. 
[HIM💜] Quit it.
You shouldn’t be as turned on as you are, but you can’t help it. Your fingers begin to rub your clit in earnest, knowing that he’s looking at these photos at work. Knowing that he can’t just stroke his cock in his office. With your free hand you type shakily.
Wish I was sucking your cock under your desk, Mister Miller. Want you to fuck my mouth in the middle of work with people around. Wanna make you come down my throat.
[HIM💜] You like acting like a filthy little slut?
There’s the inherent menace of that statement combined with your arousal that sets the next action into motion. You press voice record and place the phone next to your head. Your breathing is heavy and labored. You imagine Joel in bed next to you, the smell of him, the way his beard rasped between your inner thighs. It’s not long before your groaning and coming hard on your fingers, whimpering his name.
With shaky breath you send the voice memo off and slip into a drowsy warmth. His response is delayed a few minutes, likely because he’s listening to it. The thought amuses and thrills you. Finally a beep sounds through.
[HIM💜] Two can play this game, baby. 
///
He doesn’t call you that evening but you’re so busy with studying for finals you don’t really notice. It’s not until your morning lecture the next day that you get a text from him. Distracted you glance at the number and see his name. With a smile you assume it's a cute message and click it, shocked when you see the very obvious erection barely hidden in his boxers. 
Your heart jumps and you glance behind you to ensure that the other classmates in your lecture hall haven’t seen. None of them glance your way; all are focused on the professor talking at the podium about your final exam next week.
WTF JOEL. I’m in class!
[HIM💜] Sorry baby. Just missing you.  
He’s not sorry at all and you both know it.
You go red in the face before dashing out of your class and into the nearest bathroom. It's mercifully empty and you take the nearest stall. You open your messages and feel a giddy thrill go through you when you see he’s sent through a video.
There's a mixture of embarrassment, terror and thrilling excitement that goes through you at the sight. Joel sent you a dirty video. He's never done that. You can only assume it's payback from your texts yesterday and you couldn't be more delighted.
You lean back against the stall, not even feeling the cool metal because you’re so focused on your cell phone. With trembling fingers you pop your ear buds in and press play. Joel's husky baritone immediately floods your ears and you close your eyes. 
"Those were some filthy fucking photos you sent me yesterday," his voice murmurs off screen, sleepy and rumbled. "And sending ‘em to me at work. Naughty girl. I was hard all fuckin’ day."
You smile gently to yourself at the thought of it. Joel stuck behind his desk, jeans tight as his erection pulses desperately. Your eyes open now and you see that he’s lifted his phone to point at his waist. He’s lying in bed, you recognize the sheets. He’s naked now, but he’s not pointing it at his cock yet.   
"Don't know that you deserve this video at all," Joel teases and you watch his lower belly twitch. "You're lucky I like you so much."
That little comment thrills you.  The camera points down, showing you the glistening head of his cock. Beads of pre-cum already dot it.
"Betcha wish you were licking this thick cock right now, aren't you my sweet little slut?"
His wide hand lazily strokes, making you whimper to yourself in the empty stall. 
"This is your come baby," Joel mutters behind the camera. "Been saving it up all day. Thinking about you and t-that... Video we made. Watched it this mornin'."
He breaks off and you watch his wide hand start to jerk his cock more hurriedly, moving more towards the head you desperately wish you were licking. 
"You looked so fucking good. T-that innocent way you looked up at me with my cock stuffed in your pretty mouth."
Your pussy is throbbing at this point, watching your sexy boyfriend jerk off for you while he babbles filth in that sexy twang of his. 
"You like being my little slut, baby?" Joel croons. "Like knowing I'm carrying around that video? Watching you suck my cock anytime I want?" 
Fuck yes you do. 
"And you look so fucking eager for it," Joel breathes and you hear that familiar urgency in his voice as he nears his climax. "So desperate to swallow my cock... Tits painted.... Painted with my come."
You’re absolutely soaked, your nipples stiff peaks under your t-shirt. You want nothing more than to be on your knees in front of him, his cock in your mouth. This is pure torture.
“And then those f-fuckin’ photos,” Joel groans and it’s a debauched sound that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “That perfect fuckin’ pussy so wet for me. The way you’re.. touchin-“
Whatever he was about to say is lost in the garbled grunt of his orgasm. His hands stutter and then he comes in thick ropes spurting from between his knuckles, his moans ragged and broken from behind the screen
"All for you, baby, this come is all for you," he's rambling as he erupts. "All yours my good, good little slut."
And then the video ends. Another message has come through.
[HIM💜] Just a preview for next week. Have a great class, baby.
You stand in the stall panting and wet. You're so turned on its insane. 
How the fuck are you supposed to last until graduation?
81 notes · View notes
Text
Unexpected 9
Sequel to Unsolicited
Tumblr media
Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
Tumblr media
“Scuse me, buttercup,” Dotty climbs up on one of the high stools along the craps table, “oh, look at this tall drink of water.”
You come up beside her, crossing your arms over the leather trim as she leers at the man next to her. You haven’t missed the comments or how she runs stream of mind, much like her son. It explains a little but not enough. You still don’t understand Lloyd, or was it Marion?
“You here alone, lovely?” She continues on, “if so, I think it’s my lucky day. I should run the table, huh?”
“He’s not,” a woman with cherry curls leans around the man caught in the crossfire, “he’s very much not alone.”
“No harm in askin’,” Dotty chirps as she places her chips on the table, “lotta cuties wanderin’ ‘round, don’t you worry, honey. You have fun with yours.”
The woman grabs the man and tugs on his arm. He sighs and collects his single stack before letting her drag him away. You watch Dotty as she chuckles.
“Oh, them young ones get so testy,” she chimes, “I like to rile ‘em up a little.”
“Uh huh,” you hum and toss in a chip as the dealer prompts for a bet.
“Not you though, I can sense it. ‘Sides, Pookie don’t like the insecure ones, ya know? He needs a girl gonna pull him around by his mustache.”
“He’s… unique,” you agree.
“Oh, he’s always been a special one. Me and Harley knew it from the start. ‘Fraid we didn’t do too good about the only child complex. He does love attention.”
“That’s one way to put it,” you scoff as your money is swiped away with a loss. Dotty on the other hand and handed a generous pot.
“Ah, you know the men folk, they gotta put on the brave face but they’re all melt like sugar in water once they got a woman’s hand around there… well,” she cackles shrilly and pushes her winning backs into the centre to wager. She either doesn’t care or doesn’t realise the risk. “Let me tell you, Harley lumbers ‘round like that Frankenstein fella, barely a word to be heard, but I get him on his back and he’s whimpering like a giddy puppy.”
“Dot,” you gasp.
She laughs and waves away your surprise, “like father, like son, I’m sure. You don’t gotta play coy with me. And knowin’ Lloyd, you don’t need any tips, neither. Oh, but we did try something new. Hon, you ever play around with hot wax–”
“Right, uh, no, not, um, yet?” You clear your throat awkwardly, the conversation veering well out of your control. She really is a lot like Lloyd.
“Too bad, but I think you’ll like your wedding present. We had it sent to your room for tonight,” she explains as another gambler takes the seat at her other side. She turns to greet the stranger with her fuschia painted smile, “oh, hello! You ready to lose?”
The man grunts and offers little rebuttal as he puts in for the pot. You pass as Dotty puts her elbow up on the table, “oh, wow, is that a tattoo? Oh, lord, can I see?”
You watch her long acrylics graze the man’s arm brazenly. She is the biggest flirt in the world. You’re happy enough to fade into her shadow. 
“Uhhhh,” the man drones in confusion.
“I been thinking of getting one, ‘bout time I’d say,” she pushes her chest out and puts her hands to her tits, “was thinkin’ a little bumble bee on the one and a honey pot on the other.”
The stranger chuckles, “cute, er, it’s just a lion,” he unbutton his shirt to reveal the rest of the snarling beast, only its mane visible previously along the edge of his collar. Dotty touches his firm peck and traces the line with her fingertip.
“Oh, you're so strong,” she preens, “did it hurt?”
“Little,” the man doesn’t pull away, apparently too dumbfounded to stop the groping.
“Dot,” you hiss and nudge her, “maybe we should move on–”
“And how’s a man like you all alone?” She ignores you.
“Well, I… I’m waiting for my buddies,” he shrugs as she caresses his chest and reluctantly pulls away.
“Early bird,” she praises, “what are you and your buddies doin’ in a place like this?”
“Bachelor party,” he answers, “gonna play some tables, see where the night leads.”
“Sounds delightful,” she claps and kicks her feet cheerily, “oh my, where are my manners, I’m Dotty, in my day they called me Naughty Dotty, and this is my daughter.” You give a small wave as she introduces you with a wave of her hand, “she just got married herself but you see, she didn’t get no bachelorette, so we’re here doin’ our best.”
“Oh, um,” the man leans over, “congrats, I, um, I’m Colin.”
You withhold a cringe. Of course that’s his name. Of course. You smile as Dotty squeezes his arm, “do you mind if maybe we tag along til your friends come around…” she gives a dramatic look around, “got all these creeps hangin’ around and I’m a small town girl, I wouldn’t mind a strong man to scare ‘em off.”
“Ah, sounds alright,” he says with a lilt of confusion.
“I’ll give you half my winnings even,” she offers, “big boy like you, you could take the whole pot.”
You try to hide your amusement as the man blushes. You lean over and lower your voice, “Dotty, maybe you should tone it down?”
“Nonsense, I love my husband,” she whispers back, “ain’t nothing wrong with a little flirting,” she shifts and covers her mouth, “he likes to fuck me when I tell him all about the young ones.”
Your eyes round and try not choke on your tongue. Well, this is gonna be an interesting night. Far from what you expected.
💎
“Dot, Dot, Dot!” The chant fills your ears as the half-dozen men slam their fists on the table.
Your mother-in-law tips the tall glass back as she drains it with ease, a trickle slipping down to her chin as she gulps down the lager. Your purgatory feels rather dull as you sip at a glass of tame lemonade and watch with startled fascination. She finishes and raises it in victory before plunking it down.
“You’re turn, baby boy,” she points at the thick blond with his burly shoulders, “take that shirt off.”
You shake your head. Your pleas for her to settle have gone unheard and at this point, you can only enjoy the show. It’s actually pretty amused by the whole show. You wonder if Lloyd knows about his mother’s antics. Either way, you can’t say it’s a boring night.
The man, Justin, shifts as another moves along the bench and he lays across the leather. He lifts his shirt and Colin puts a shot in his belly button before stepping back. Dotty bends to squeeze a trickle of lime along his stomach and licks the trail down to the glass before taking it in her mouth and standing to throw it back.
The men cheer again as she wobbles slightly in her heels. Your own feet are screaming from the strappy monstrosities you’d walked the expanse of the casino in. Dotty climbs up to straddle Justin and throws her arm up like a cowboy as she pretends to ride him like a horse.
“Okay, wow,” you shove your lemonade aside, “Dotty, I think it’s a bit late,” you stand as you raise your voice.
“Nooooo,” the symphony of male voices rumbles around you.
“Yes,” you insist as you grab her elbow and turn to speak to her directly, “what about Lloyd? Harlan?”
“They can wait, the night is young–”
“It’s after midnight,” you say.
“Oh, ain’t nothin’ wrong with some fun,” she warbles as she shakes you off, “eh.”
She reaches drunkenly to your strap and pulls it down your shoulder. You curse as your tit pops out and you quickly cover it back up as the men cheer again.
“Don’t she got a set, boys,” she trills and pushes herself off Justin. She faces you and gropes your chest, “come on and get a feel–”
“Woah, woah, stop,” you catch her wrists and shove her away.
“Yeah, stop,” a deep timbre undercuts the din, “ma.”
Dotty’s head wobbles as you both turn to face Lloyd. He doesn’t look impressed as his mother catches your arm and leans on you heavily. She giggles as you give him a look between desperation and shame.
“Pa’s waiting,” Lloyd marches forward and clutches her other elbow.
“Eh, who are you?” Colin comes up behind Dotty.
“This is my son,” Dotty strokes Lloyd’s sleeve lovingly, “isn’t he so cute?”
“Alright, let’s go,” Lloyd snarls as he pulls her forward, her heels clacking under her as you take her other arm, “sweet cheeks,” he speaks over her head, “hope you didn’t get your fill.”
382 notes · View notes
thelampisaflashlight · 3 months
Text
Keep It Brief
[Something, something, Mountain really likes Dew's outfit. Mentions of seasonal weight gain, but that in and of itself is not sexualized, fairly neutral on that front. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.
Maybe it's the way Dew is dressed; Is it the baggy t-shirt that barely covers his ass, which is hardly hidden by the black briefs he has on to begin with, or maybe it's the socks that come to his mid-calf and draw Mountain's attention to the long, pale expanse of his bare legs, who can say really?
Either way, there's something about the... casualness of his current outfit and the fact that Mountain knows Dew would tug his pants on if anyone else were here that has him staring, without shame, at the subtle squish of the hybrid's flesh where the elastic squeezes around his ass.
Normally, when Mountain wanders over to Dew's side of their shared dorm, the other at least throws on gym shorts or has boxers on, which don't quite have the same effect on him as these briefs do.
They're not even particularly nice looking; Simple black cotton, no designs or lace, but they do look comfortable.
Look soft.
Dew is all lean muscle, so even relaxed as he is, his body doesn't hold much softness to it, though parts of him have rounded out a little since the weather began to cool.
People often exerted themselves more in winter without realizing it, and Dew was no exception, so, of course, he ate more, both to make up for lost energy and because of the holidays, so, although almost unnoticeable to most, Mountain, who spent almost every day -and night- around the other, had taken notice of this change.
Not that he'd bring it up, there was nothing wrong with Dew gaining a little weight, but even if Mountain said something in a complimentary manner, he's not entirely sure how he'd take such a comment; Dew has always been at odds with his body, and Mountain wasn't about to give him something else to focus on, good or bad, because the chances of him becoming obsessive over it were high.
Really, Mountain thinks, it's best to stick to baser thoughts on the matter... namely the fact that Dew was currently having to adjust his briefs and giving the earth ghoul the smallest glimpse of his butt in doing so.
Now that looked soft.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout, big guy?" Dew asks, breaking Mountain's concentration on the slight crease between his cheeks and thighs.
Mountain hums, propping himself up on Dew's bed, where he's been laying on his belly since coming over to this side of the room, feeling the bedframe protest with a metallic squeak as he rests his chin on his palm.
"Clothes." he replies, then adds, "Laundry?"
Dew casts his gaze over to the small pile of clothes in the corner of his room, "Ugh, yeah, I gotta do that later... It's such a pain in the ass-"
As Dew rants about the intricacies of doing laundry, from, "If you do it too soon, you wind up with dirty clothes still!" to, "And don't get me started on the detergent pods-" Mountain watches the hem of his shirt rise and fall, flashing his underwear with every other word.
"And-" Dew pauses and Mountain blinks up at him, "...Mount..."
"...Yyyyessss?" He responds meekly, face flushing as Dew descends upon the bed, crossing one bare thigh over another.
"...Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" he asks again, tongue licking over pink lips...
.
.
.
"Oh, wow, Dew has you doing his laundry, too?" Swiss pats Mountain's back sympathetically, watching the taller man crouch down to toss clearly too small shirts into the dryer, "Poor guy, you can't catch a break with that guy for a roommate, huh?"
Mountain hums, squeezing a bit of excess moisture out of the delicate briefs he pulls out of the washer next, "...Certain hardships are easier to live with I'd say."
Swiss can only stare in confusion as Mountain clicks the dryer shut, briefs still in hand.
"Huh."
49 notes · View notes
barbiedragon · 8 months
Note
MAMA FAEEEE can I request Corinthian at the cereal convention hooking up with a black widow femme fatale type killer 🤭
YOU ALWAYS COME THROUGH FOR ME, BESTIE!!!!
Corinthian x Fem!reader (respectfully not trying to erase Corinthian's sexuality)
WC: 1.8k
Warnings: Knife/Blood play, bondage, rough sex, sp*nking, blood/violence/murder
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
Tumblr media Tumblr media
You sat on the end of the second row with your ankles crossed delicately.  Your hair was perfectly coiffed, and you wore a pink and white gingham dress.  Beneath the prim facade lurked the heart of a cold killer- a daunting black widow who had already disposed of four husbands. A dazzling smile crossed your pink, glossed lips when the man in the dark sunglasses fixated a curious look in your direction from his spot on the small stage.  You had heard all about the infamous Corinthian and the bloody swarth he had left across the map.  You must admit you admired him and had created a scrapbook, complete with newspaper clippings, as an homage to him.  Your face grew hot when a salacious grin crossed his handsome face.  Not to be undone, you gave a tilt of your head and a wink in return. Lewd thoughts clouded your head as the panel began to talk, though you switched your focus back on whenever he spoke.
His voice was like deep, spun velvet, sending a peculiar shiver through you.  It had been a while since you had a man between your thighs, the last being your dearly departed husband.  God rest his soul.  Or maybe he was rotting away in hell.  Not that it mattered to you.  You replayed the night when you and Betty (your beloved cleaver) hacked him to bloody bits as the smile danced across your lips.  You had kept a treasured keepsake, a specific body part collected from all the men you killed.  Learning how to pickle at the hands of your Nana growing up came in handy.  Whenever you were having a bad day, you’d sneak into your secret crawl space and gaze upon them.  It was twisted and sick, but then again….so were you. You knew the Corinthian had a predilection for collecting certain appendages as well. Who better to understand you than an accomplished serial killer? You had been yearning for this day, and now it seemed you had finally gotten his attention.
After the panel finished, you joined in with the applause before picking up your pink tote, fishing out your silver compact and lip gloss for a quick touch-up.  You giggled softly when Betty’s sharp, silver blade caught your eye.  You always kept your best friend close by.
“What’s so funny, darlin’?”
You quickly snapped your compact shut before gazing up at the slender, blond man.  The one you had your eye on the entire convention.  You couldn’t believe he was only mere inches from you now. He wore tight-fitting black slacks, a cream long-sleeve shirt, and a dark brown leather holster. The dark sunglasses completed his look (you wondered if you would ever learn the secret to what lurked behind them), and he made your mouth water.
“Oh, nothing, just thinkin’ ‘bout a joke I heard this morning,” you hummed, brushing off his comment.
“Care to share? I love a good joke,” the Corinthian smirked.
“Do you now?” you teased, giving him your best flirty smile.
“I do, especially when it comes from such a pretty lady,” he replied.
“I was under the impression men were more your style.” You cocked a curious eyebrow.
He gave a simple shrug, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.  “I have a preference, but I’m an equal opportunist. I enjoy whatever catches my eye.”
You couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled deep in your belly, spilling from your perfectly glossed lips.  “Mmm, it seems you’re the one with the jokes today.” After all, he did love to collect those eyes.
“I’ve been known from time to time, darlin’.  So maybe you’ll let me buy you a drink, and you can share some more with me?”
You pursed your lips before smacking them together. “Alrighty!”
You stood gracefully in your pink pumps before slinging your arm through his.  The Corinthian leaned in close to whisper into your ear.  “And maybe you can tell me all about that large knife in your purse, darlin’.”
“Hey now, be respectful.  Her name is Betty!”
“Well, I hope I get to know Betty just as well as you.”
Oh, there was no doubt in your mind.
~~
His body was lithe and pliant beneath yours. His wrists were tied to the hotel bed with two of your scarves, one of pristine white and the other a deep shade of scarlet. You gave a slow roll of your hips to cause your wet folds to drag teasingly over the shaft of his cock.  He kept his dark sunglasses on, not that it bothered you; it was far from the oddest thing you’ve experienced.  Your second husband loved having a bag over his head as you pegged him.  Too bad you wrapped a belt around his throat one night, and he asphyxiated to death.  You would have preferred to have your hands wrapped around his neck.  You loved the skin-on-skin contact, the feeling of their life draining beneath your fingertips.  Power and lust roiled under your chilled, naked flesh as you lifted your hips to slowly sink onto the Corinthian’s cock.  Your fingers itched for Betty.  Sex and death…the two went wonderfully hand in hand for you.  The two driving forces that seemingly guided your life.
“You should grab her, darlin’. Mix in the pain with pleasure,” he smirked, his cock pulsing inside you, “I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”
That was all you needed to hear as you reached over to grab your tote off the nightstand by the bed.  Once you placed it down, you allowed yourself to give into pleasure as you rode the Corinthian for a few moments and felt the pressure build up inside you. While bouncing on his dick, you slipped your hand inside your tote to pull out Betty.  Her weight in your hand made your nipples harden into stiff peaks.  You traced the wide, sharp blade across his defined clavicle while shuddering into an orgasm.
“Fuck,” he hissed as you squirmed on top of him, feeling just how soaked he was from you. As you rode the high out, a soft squelch filled the air, pressing the blade deeper into his skin.  Little crimson droplets oozed from his pale skin as he laughed almost maniacally, “That’s right, darlin’, that’s a good girl.”
His praise made your head spin as you pulled the blade away before dipping your head down.  Your slick tongue lapped away the blood while your body shuddered into a second release.  A deep moan vibrated through him as he spilled inside of you. You carded your finger through his blond hair, tugging on the strands before untying him. His lips captured yours in a hungry, powerful kiss.  Teeth digging into your bottom lip before he flipped you onto all fours.  His palm cracked across your bare ass, leaving a pleasant sting behind until your skin burned, driving you deeper and wilder with lust.
You were surprised to feel how hard he was again for you as you writhed on all fours. His hands grabbed your hips as he slipped inside.  Fingers dug into your flesh as he pounded you, flesh smacking against flesh to reignite the heat seared across your ass.  You growled, digging your fingers into the starched hotel sheets as he fucked you hard and fast.  Dirty, rough-just how you liked it.  Only Betty wouldn’t get her satisfaction in the end, but you’d find some way to make it up to her.  You clenched around his cock, the beginning feeling of rawness starting to seep in.  He milked your body for a third time and left you a mewling, dripping mess.  You had gotten exactly what you wanted.  The itch scratched. Well, the one of needing to get fucked anyway.  You’d worry about spilling blood later. As usual, the convention held many options for that.
You were surprised when he pulled you close in his arms, guiding your head to rest upon his chest, not minding a post-coital snuggle. He smelled of cinnamon and felt warm beneath you, lulling you fast asleep with Betty clutched tightly in your fingers. One wrong move, and she would sing with sweet vengeance.
When you woke in the morning, he was gone, and Betty rested in the warm spot beside you.  You simply stretched out your body and took a hot shower that soothed away the aches and pains.  A few bruises had been left behind as a pleasant reminder from the night before.  You blew out your hair, applied makeup then wiggled into a black satin dress that hugged your body.  Before checking out, you helped yourself to the continental breakfast before heading on your way, flipping your hair behind your shoulder.  This had been the best Cereal Convention, and a big smile crossed your face when one of the concierges approached you before you stepped out of the sliding glass doors.
“Ma’am, before you depart, we have a special gift arranged for you in conference room 2B,” he said, giving you a slight nod. 
Your heels clicked against the floor as you followed him, rolling your suitcase behind you. You followed him into the room, your eyes lighting up with delight.
“Well now, this is a wonderful gift indeed, thank you,” you chirped before pressing a small roll of twenty dollar bills into his palm.
“It’s our pleasure, ma’am,” he said before departing.
“Now, Betty, it’s your time to shine,” you purred.  You noted how the room was covered in plastic as the man writhed and struggled on the table, but it was of no use; the bonds were tight and secure.
You fished a plastic shower cap from your tote, and blood was hell to get out of your hair.  You ensured every strand was secure under the tight elastic band just as the Corinthian entered the room.
“I hope you don’t mind me watching you work, darlin.”
“Not at all,” you grinned before dragging Betty’s blade across the man on the table’s throat, watching him sputter like a dying fish as the blood drained.  You giggled softly before lifting your cleaver high in the air.  This was always the messy part.
A few hacked body pieces later, the Corinthian’s lips were hot on yours again. You left bloody finger smudges all over his cream shirt, and he didn’t seem to mind, judging by the delicious growl he emitted that made your clit throb.
“God damn, darlin’, they don’t make many like you,” he smirked, those nimble fingers tweaking one of your hardened nipples over the fabric of your dress.
“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, tugging his head back to sink your teeth into his exposed throat as he hiked your dress around your hips.  A lady could get used to this. Ladies–you corrected in your head–when you caught sight of Betty’s bloody blade.
Tumblr media
108 notes · View notes
Text
|| 01. Dirty talk ||
Tumblr media
Kinktober Masterlist
Frank Castle x female reader
Warnings: 18+ only, small amount of public fingering.
Frank returns from the pool table to sit down next to you as Karen celebrates her victory over him racking up the balls for a new game with Matt, and while Foggy's at the bar for another round, he leans in.
"You know why I lost, right?"
You grin, "because she's better than you?"
"Nah," he shakes his head softly, "s'cos you're distractin' me."
You gawp at him. "Me? I was just sitting here watching!"
"Yeah, and the way you're watchin' me, suckin' and chewin' on that damn straw? Swingin' your hips like that when you came over with the beers? Think you're a little distracted yourself, sweetheart."
Your cheeks flooded with heat. He wasn't wrong, you had a nice little two drink buzz going on, and add to that the way he leaned over the pool table showing off his ass, and had his shirt sleeves shoved up exposing those thick veined forearms and fucking giant hands of his… your mind was wandering down a single track and yeah, you felt a little flirty.
"Want me to tell you what you got me thinkin' about?"
It was a rhetorical question of course, you knew once he had something in mind he was like a dog with a bone. His voice is low as he leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear. You swallow hard.
"Thinkin' bout how wet I can get you before I even touch you."
"Frank…" You shift on the stool, looking straight ahead. He keeps talking.
"Thinkin' about kissin' all the way up your bare legs when I get you home, spreadin' them and your pussy lips apart, givin' that clit a little kiss too."
You squeeze your thighs together and take a shaky sip of the last of your drink.
"You like that, baby? Like when I talk about going down on you?"
You did. "Frank, stop."
"Love teasin' you, touchin’ you. Gettin' you all riled up and fuckin' you with my fingers, feelin' you squeeze and shake an-."
He cuts off as he hears you barely suppress a moan. You want to wipe that smirk off his face so bad.
"Mm, you're soakin' into those panties right now ain't ya girl?" He smiles innocently, places his big hand on your thigh, just resting it there.
"Like it when I lick up your sweet wet pussy with my tongue, huh? Get my face all covered in the taste of you. I know I fuckin' love it, god damn it, can't get enough of you."
Foggy returns to the table with more drinks and you thank him a little too loudly, gripping onto the bottle with both hands so tightly it might crack, watching him heading over to Matt and Karen with theirs. You start picking frantically at the label with your nail.
Frank leans back in, of course he isn't finished. "Just thinkin' bout how I could get a lil taste right now…" he inches his hand further up your leg and your own hand clamps down on it, gripping his wrist hard.
You stare him straight in the eye and he stares right back, the side of his mouth ticking up again as you very slowly guide his hand under your skirt between your thighs.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought. Dirty girl, spreadin' her legs f'me in the middle of the bar…"
He draws up and down with the pads of two fingers, pressing the fabric of your underwear against your cunt, causing it to dampen even more. You swallow and bite down on your lip as he very discreetly hooks your panties to one side, gliding his fingers through the wetness between your folds. "Mm, yeah there's my good girl…so fuckin' wet and ready f’me, ain’t ya?."
He pulls away slowly and something in you snaps as he brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.
"Okay." You announce. "We're going home. Now."
You grab your stuff, and Frank, and wave the quickest goodbye ever to the others as you bolt towards the door.
"You gonna tell us what's up with them?" Foggy says, staring confusedly after the pair of you, there’s almost a dust cloud left in your wake.
Matt clears his throat. "Uh.... nope."
357 notes · View notes
itsladykit · 1 year
Text
Summary: Red and Papyrus pick up Cash's car.
CW: stalking discussed, anxiousness, discussion of boundaries
-
“did, uh, did twist say where cash’s parked?” Red asked, walking alongside Papyrus.
“HM. NO. HE DID NOT.”
Red grunted, unimpressed. “right. ‘course not. that’d make this easy.”
Papyrus’ hands fluttered, then he looked up at the sky and out over the water before turning his dazzling smile on Red. “AT LEAST IT’S A NICE DAY OUT! CLEAR SKIES—AND JUST LOOK AT THE OCEAN!” He propped his hands on his hips and made a show of breathing deeply of the ocean air.
Red grunted, scuffing his shoes over the dirty sidewalk. “too windy fer clouds,” he said, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. “too bad it don’ carry away the smell ‘a fish.”
Papyrus went quiet beside him as he allowed his arms to hang limp. They walked in silence for a few steps, then he cleared his throat. “I APPRECIATE YOUR HELP, CHERRY. BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO. I’M SURE I CAN FIND WEALTHY-ME’S CAR ON MY OWN. THANK YOU FOR THE RIDE OUT HERE, THOUGH.”
Red paused, looking up at Papyrus and seeing now the strain around his smile. “i—” He thought about Boss and Twist, considered what both of them had told him, and realized he was being an ass. “nah,” he said, toeing the sidewalk. “jus’ thought ya might be cold is all. wind’s gotta cut right through ya.” He nodded toward Papyrus’ thin t-shirt and his short-shorts. “d’ya….” He swallowed. “ya wanna borrow my jacket?”
Papyrus’ expression cleared, those subtle signs of strain disappearing. Red’s soul gave a strange, stuttering beat in response. “THANK YOU, BUT I’M QUITE COMFORTABLE—THIS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO SNOWDIN. I APPRECIATE THE OFFER, THOUGH.” Red’s soul warmed, and he felt his cheekbones growing hot under Papyrus’ pleased expression.
He looked away, only daring quick glances at his companion. “alright. if, uh, if ya change yer mind, jus’ lemme know, okay?”
They kept walking, checking the visitors’ lots as they passed—Cash would never have parked on the street. The silence was more comfortable now, though Red was anxious to fill it, even if he wasn’t sure what to say. Papyrus liked jokes and word-play as much as any skeleton, but he had high standards for both—and he was Tale-verse too, so most of Red’s jokes wouldn’t be appreciated. They saw each other too often for small talk to be a good option, and Papyrus was too much like Boss to be engaged by pointless social niceties anyway.
Which left meaningful conversation as the only viable option, and he couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than that. So he continued to kick rocks and mentally run through—and reject—various conversation starters. Until Papyrus asked, “WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT TARANTELLA?”
He tripped but recovered quickly. “uh, kinda fast, ain’t it? lottsa footwork—”
Papyrus gave him a disappointed look. “CHERRY.”
Red hunched his shoulders and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “not thinkin’ ‘a takin’ up dancin’, huh?”
Sighing, Papyrus said, “NO. I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE DANCE.” He mercifully left the ‘as you very well know’ unsaid.
Red glanced at him, trying to decide how much to tell him and how much to hold back. There were things the Fell-verse monsters didn’t discuss in polite company, and Papyrus was extremely polite. “uh, not much. twist ain’t really said anythin’ ‘bout her—”
“AH, YES. AND I’M SURE YOU WERE EXTREMELY RESPECTFUL OF HIS BOUNDARIES AND DIDN’T TRY TO TALK UP THE TWIST-VERSE MONSTERS FOR INFORMATION.” Red stopped and stared up at Papyrus, who just looked back at him with his constant smile. “AND I’M DOUBLY SURE YOU WEREN’T GOING TO SHARE YOUR FINDINGS WITH EDGY-ME AND SMALL-ME.” Again, he left the ‘and say nothing to the rest of us’ mercifully unspoken.
Red swore softly and started walking again. “ta be fair, i ain’t had much time fer diggin’,” he grumbled. “only jus’ found out she made it ta the surface. an’ there ain’t too many twist-verse monsters tha’ wanna talk—‘bout either of ‘em.” Not a few of them simply blanched and walked away before he could even ask a question. Everyone knew the skeletons stuck together, and apparently, that was enough for most Twist-verse monsters to steer clear of him. Some of the Snowdin monsters were more willing, but they went quiet and pale as soon as he mentioned Ella. “was gonna head ta boris’ place tanight. see if some booze’d loosen ‘em up.” Papyrus was quiet beside him, and Red looked his way, suddenly suspicious. “so? wha’d you bring ta show an’ tell?”
The faint flush that spread across Papyrus’ cheekbones and the way he straightened his spine, head held stiff, assured Red that he’d guessed correctly. Papyrus cleared his throat, and Red had the unique experience of getting to watch someone else decide how much information to share and how much to hold back. He understood, now, why Papyrus found it so annoying. “I THINK THEY USED TO WORK FOR HER,” he finally said, speaking with greater care than usual. “AND I DON’T THINK IT WAS A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE.”
Red snorted. He and Boss had a similar history with their Muffet. ‘Unpleasant’ was something of an understatement. “yeah. tha’s about what I know too.”
After a little while, Papyrus lowered his voice and added, “She found him at Cerulean’s. We were meeting there to talk about ‘Berry’s heat plan, and she interrupted us.”
Red nodded. He knew that. He also knew there had to be more going on if Twist was considering bartering with Boris to get rid of her. Not that he was going to tell Papyrus that. “ya think she followed ‘im there?”
Papyrus exhaled slowly. “I’m…I’m not sure. Maybe.” He paused, looking out over the water. “I think we should bring this to the embassy. It might turn out to be nothing, but it’s upsetting both Twist and Blackberry. We need to make sure they feel safe up here.”
Red froze. “ya don’ think they’d jus’ send twist an’ ella both back underground if we tell ‘em there’s a problem?”
Blinking, Papyrus looked down at him. He shook his head. “NO! OF COURSE—OF COURSE NOT! WHY WOULD THEY—?” He swallowed, chest hitching as he watched the waves crash against the pier. “They wouldn’t.”
“‘s twist’s life, creampuff. we can’t fuck around with it.”
Papyrus took a slow, deep inhale. “IF SHE IS HARASSING HIM, THEN WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO?” Red stayed silent, knowing Papyrus wouldn’t appreciate his—very Fell-verse—answer. Looking at him, Papyrus sighed. “Not that.”
Red just shrugged, scuffing the pavement again. “then what?”
After a beat, he said, “Why don’t we talk to Undyne? She’ll know what to do.”
Red wished he shared Papyrus’ optimism, but he reluctantly nodded. “alright. ‘least she won’ send ‘im back without askin’ a few questions first. an’ she knows how ta keep her mouth shut too.”
“EXCELLENT!” He hesitated a moment. “WOULD YOU COME WITH ME? TO TALK TO HER.”
“uh. yeah. sure. if ya think it’d help.”
Papyrus beamed at him. “THANK YOU, CHERRY.” Then he fished Cash’s keys out of his pocket and pressed a button. About a block away, a car alarm started blaring. “FOUND IT!” Papyrus said, pivoting toward the sound.
Red opened his mouth, shut it, then started snickering. Papyrus smiled at him from over his shoulder, the corners of his sockets crinkling. Struck by that grin, Red’s soul gave a hard thump, and he found himself saying, “hey, uh—pap?” before he could stop himself.
“YES?”
His mouth was bone-dry, but his hands felt damp. He swallowed. “d’ya wanna…?” His soul beat fast now. “drink? c-coffee or-or a—i dunno, whatever ya wan’. sumtime. with-with me.” He immediately wished he could claw the words back, especially when Papyrus just stared at him blankly. “uh, ya know what? neve’mind. yer busy, yeah? s’okay—i know the embassy’s gotcha runnin’ ragged. so, uh, jus’-jus’ ferget i said anythin’.”
His expression fell. “O-OH. UM. ALRIGHT. THAT’S…THAT’S TOO BAD. BECAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WERE ASKING ME OUT FOR COFFEE. AND I WOULD HAVE LIKED THAT VERY MUCH, BUT I UNDERSTAND IF—”
“wait. wait—ya wanna? with me?”
“IF YOU’RE ASKING.”
Red took a breath to steady himself. “yeah. yeah, ‘m askin’.”
Papyrus smiled softly. “WELL, THEN. THAT WOULD BE LOVELY.” As he turned toward the car, he added, “IT’S PROBABLY BEST TO MEET FOR COFFEE BEFORE ASKING SOMEONE TO BE YOUR HEAT PARTNER, ANYWAY.”
Red tripped over his own feet, nearly face-planting at Papyrus’ words. “uh—w-wha’d ya say?”
“HMM? OH, DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT NOW, OR WAIT FOR OUR COFFEE DATE?”
Heat rose to his cheekbones. He tried to clarify, realized he wasn’t really sure what he actually meant to say and only managed a feeble, “so it’s? ‘s a date?”
Papyrus cocked his head. “OH—ERM. I GUESS I JUST ASSUMED….” He took a deep breath, then turned to fully face Red. “I WOULD LIKE IT TO BE A DATE. BUT—” He swallowed. “—but only if you want it to be too.” He fiddled with his scarf, fingers picking at the yarn, though he doggedly tried to maintain his posture and smile despite his nerves.
Red was suddenly irrationally angry with himself for giving Papyrus any reason to feel like he might be rejected. He swallowed and drew on the courage that had enabled him to survive in a world of kill or be killed. “yeah. yeah, i’d, uh…i’d like it ta be. a date, i mean.”
His bravery was rewarded with a broad, beaming smile. “GREAT!” Only after they got into the car and pulled away from the lot did Papyrus say, “YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION, YOU KNOW.”
Red’s soul was hammering with a mix of elation and anxiousness. It took him a moment to register what Papyrus had said. “which one?”
“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WHETHER YOU WANTED TO TALK ABOUT OUR HEAT PLANS AT COFFEE, OR IF YOU WANTED TO DO IT NOW.”
Red opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. “i.” He couldn’t quite manage more than that.
Papyrus glanced at him, and his mouth softened a little. “Maybe we should do it now,” he suggested gently. Red looked out the window, wishing that the law of inertia didn’t apply to teleportation. Unfortunately, if he attempted a shortcut now, his body would continue speeding along at thirty miles per hour with no way to safely stop.
As if Papyrus could read his mind, the car began to pick up speed as he turned onto the freeway. Red settled back in his seat, fiddling with the seatbelt. Despite making the suggestion, Papyrus didn’t say anything either, both of them sitting in silence as he skillfully weaved through traffic. Red swallowed, realizing that Papyrus was giving him the chance to agree—or to change the subject. But that flash of nervousness he’d displayed was too recent in Red’s mind for him to take the easy way out.
He liked Papyrus. More than liked him, maybe—or was quickly on his way down that road. And despite all logic, Papyrus seemed to like him back. Red could hardly believe that the world could be so kind, but he knew that the feelings between them were still new and fragile. And even if he came from a softer world, Papyrus had his own wounds. If Red kept pushing him away, kept avoiding him, then Papyrus would eventually read it as rejection rather than cowardice. And whatever chance he had—whatever chance they had could be lost.
So, Red swallowed and took a deep breath. “right,” he said, voice scratchy, “whaddaya wanna talk ‘bout?”
Papyrus’ shoulders loosened, and his smile returned in full force. “WELL, I WAS WONDERING WHAT YOUR HEAT PLANS WERE.”
Despite being prepared for the question, it still caused his soul to twist. “i, uh. i guess i hadn’ thought ‘bout it much.”
Papyrus glanced at him, brow-bones furrowed. He started to say something, shook his head, and then went quiet for a bit. After a few beats, he finally said, “It’s okay to be nervous, you know. Everyone is their first time. But, um, it’s much better to have a plan laid out in advance—”
Red snorted. “what’s there ta plan, huh? ‘s jus’ fuckin’. been fucked an’ been fucked over plen’y ‘a times—ain’t like this’ll be much diff’rent.” Besides, with stats like his, it wasn’t as if having his soul on display made him all that much more vulnerable. Not physically, at least.
Papyrus glanced at him, fingers drumming on the steering wheel when he refocused on the road. “I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” he said, “but it’s really more about emotional intimacy than it is about—” Red sank down in his seat, only just resisting the urge to cover his acoustic meati. Still, Papyrus must have picked up on his discomfort because he grew quiet again. Only a soft, “oh” escaped him.
They passed several cars in silence, and Red leaned forward to jab at the radio, silently cursing himself. Finally, Papyrus said, “I’m beginning to think we didn’t do a good job of explaining things at the start.”
Red shook his head with a sigh, sitting back when he found a station playing ‘Gangster’s Paradise’. “nah,” he said, “ya ‘xplained it fine. ‘s why everyone’s so freaked out.”
“Everyone?”
Red glanced at him and huffed. “boss’s such a control freak there’s no way he ain’t losin’ it a little—but he’s got rus, at least.” And he definitely wouldn’t want his older brother poking his nasal ridge into it, even if he was upset. “ya know how ‘berry’s takin’ it. an’ twist’s half-sure his lv’s gonna make ‘im too unpredictable ta get help fr’m any ‘a us. cash an’ razz’re so repressed, who fuckin’ knows what they’re even thinkin’. but razz ‘least had sans.”
He snorted. “think slim’s the only one who didn’ seem too panicked.” But Slim was comfortable being vulnerable with the people he cared about—he’d been sub to his Muffet’s domme for years. Red wasn’t even surprised he’d ended up bedding down with Cash and Twist for the week; if anyone could get those two to dislodge their skulls from their pelvises, it was Slim.
“And you?”
Red went very still. “what about me?” he asked gruffly.
“You went through everyone else, but you haven’t said a word about yourself. How are you taking it?”
He looked out the window. “tol’ja,” he said, “been fucked b’fore. ain’t a big deal.”
They drove in silence for a bit. “Well, I’m rather nervous myself.”
Red glanced at him. “ya are?”
“Oh, yes.” He nodded, keeping his gaze on the road. “Things are different now. Everything’s changed—for the better, of course! But….” He sighed. “I’m not really sure what to do for my heat this year. Undyne is in a relationship, and I don’t want to step on Alphys’ toes. And…” He sighed. “There’s an expectation most monsters have, when you ask them to mind you during your heat. I’m…I don’t think there’s anyone I’d be ready to be sexually intimate with, but….” He glanced at Red. “There’s someone I would like to spend that time with.”
Red swallowed. “yer askin’…?”
“If you’d be willing. I-I know it’s a lot to ask, especially since—well, I’m afraid it won’t be…what you’re expecting. So, it’s okay to say no—I…I still want to go to coffee with you. I completely understand if you don’t—”
“i’ll do it.” He swallowed. “i’ll mind ya.”
“—want to look after me without getting anything out of it yourself—”
“creampuff, i said yes.”
“You—? You will?”
“yeah. said i’d look after ya.”
“Oh. Okay. Um. We can…we can go over details when we get coffee, then.”
“an’….” Red swallowed. “…wouldja do the same fer me?”
Papyrus hesitated, and Red’s soul squeezed. “I would—I will! But…you may not want me to.” He kept his gaze fixed on the road, and Red wondered if this was easier for him, not having to look at Red while he talked. “I like you, Cherry. And-and I want to-to pursue those feelings. But I move…slowly. Which means that—while I would be happy to see you through your heat—I’m not comfortable….”
“jumpin’ my bones?”
Papyrus gave him a look and a sigh but didn’t take the bait. “Not yet,” he said crisply. “I’m interested in you. I want to go to coffee—and maybe start dating after that. Regardless of those plans, though, I understand if you’d rather ask someone else to be your heat partner.”
Red stared at him. “…ya won’…?”
“You should be comfortable during your heat. For most monsters, that means physical intimacy. I don’t….” He huffed. “I can’t provide that right now, so I understand if you’d prefer to ask someone who can.” The car slowed and stopped, and Papyrus turned to meet his gaze.
Red swallowed. “ain’t many monsters i’d trust with my soul. yer one of ‘em. we don’ gotta fuck, but…if yer willin’, yer the one i’d wan’ with me fer this.”
“Are you sure? Even though I can’t….” His cheekbones flushed a soft orange. “That’s okay?”
“yeah. s’okay. know you’ll, uh…” He felt his face grow hot. “take care ‘a me.”
Papyrus reached out and laid a hand on the back of Red’s neck, holding his gaze. “That I can do,” he said, his words like a promise. His hand was hot on Red’s cervical vertebrae, and he felt himself instinctively lifting his chin to allow him better access. Papyrus’ thumb swept over his jawbone, heat trailing in its wake. Then he cleared his throat, the spell broken as he pulled away. “ERM. I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD HEAD INSIDE.” Red blinked, belatedly remembering why they were at the embassy.
“right. yeah. le’s, uh…le’s go.”
Inside, there was no sign of Undyne or Hook. Neither of them were comfortable behind a desk, so Red raised a brow-bone when the attendant at the front desk said they were both in Hook’s office. The brow-bone crept higher when they saw the door was closed.
Undeterred, Papyrus knocked briskly and asked, “UNDYNE? ARE YOU—”
The door was yanked open, and they were both dragged inside. Red blinked, looking around. Ordinarily, Hook’s office seemed comfortably sized, but the presence of two fish monsters, one oversized skeleton, one ‘fun-sized’ skeleton, and two humans made it feel rather cramped. He focused on the humans immediately, the back of his neck prickling when he sensed DETERMINATION bleeding off one of them. A war mage. And not a baby war mage like the kid—full grown, this one, and fully trained. He Checked her immediately, wondering how much LOVE she’d gained.
“Easy,” Hook said, watching his eyelight flare. “She’s retired. She’s also Twist’s boss.”
The mage eyed him and Papyrus. “You’re…relatives?”
“’s complicated,” Red said, while Papyrus said, “OH, NO. WE’RE NOT RELATED—JUST FRIENDS.”
She nodded. “Good. Maybe you can help with something.”
Red reached out, squeezing Papyrus’ arm before he could promise to help her however he could. “what kinda help d’ya need?” he asked cautiously, glancing between Hook and the mage.
She crossed her arms, revealing an elaborate sleeve of tattoos. “A lady came to visit the shop today. A Spider monster.” Papyrus straightened, but Red squeezed his hand hard, hoping he’d stay quiet. Still, the mage looked them over, nodding to herself. “You know her.” It wasn’t a question.
Papyrus looked down at Red, obviously picking up on his unease. Undyne cleared her throat. “Why don’t you tell them what you told us,” she said to the humans.
Their story wasn’t especially alarming in isolation, but it had obviously put the two humans ill at ease. “So,”  the mage said, “She tracked him down on Saturday and again today. And we know they’ve got a history.  It can’t just be a coincidence.”
Papyrus looked to Red, trying to communicate using only his brow-bones. Red squeezed his hand again, willing him to stay quiet. Lifting his chin, he eyed the war mage. “an’ if there’s a problem? whaddaya gonna do ‘bout it?”
The mage looked between them, then she seemed to realize what Red was worried about. “Listen, kid—” He bristled, though the mage didn’t seem to notice. “—this isn’t our first rodeo. We’ve had to close ranks around our own before. And we know that some people are good at manipulating appearances. Twist needs friends right now—people willing to back him up if this gets taken to the courts.”
“…So—” Red glared at Papyrus, but it didn’t deter him. “—you don’t want to send him back?”
The mage’s mouth hardened. “No one in this room wants to see him sent back. That’s why he needs allies.”
Hook nodded. “Yeah, especially since Scales won’t vouch for him if it comes to that.”
“BUT SHE’S HIS ‘VERSE’S JUDGE! SHE MUST KNOW WHAT KIND OF MONSTER HE IS.”
Undyne cleared her throat and refused to meet Pap’s hopeful eyelights. “She, uh…she seems to think he’s a different kind of monster than we do.” She looked to Red. “Having another Judge vouch for him might help, though.”
“he’ll have three, fer what it’s worth. but, uh…we’re obviously pretty biased. dunno how much help it’ll be.”
“That’s fine,” the other human said. “Having people willing to stand with him is going to be a huge help no matter how he wants to proceed.”
The mage nodded. “Getting ahead of things before this Ella person has a chance to spin it is a good first step. You have my witness statement from this morning?”
Undyne nodded. “Right here.” She tapped her phone then eyed Papyrus. “Actually…do you have a minute, Pap? We’ve got the police report from Saturday, but I’d like to get your take on what happened, since they didn’t bother to get your statement.”
“OH—OF COURSE.”
Undyne ushered him out of the room, asking, “What’d you come down here for anyway? I thought you had the week off….” The door shut, but Red could still faintly hear his voice through the wood.
“You’ll keep us informed?” the mage asked, looking at Hook.
“Yeah. And if anything happens at the shop—”
“You’ll be my first call. C’mon, Mel. Lunch break’s almost over, and I still want to take you to that bakery.”
The door shut behind them, and Red eyed Hook. “…you trust ‘em?”
“The humans?” Hook eyed the door, then gave a stiff nod. “Yeah. Much as I trust anyone, at least.”
“even the mage?”
“Especially the mage. She’s the one who helped us set up some of the rehabilitation programs for monsters with high LV. Besides, without her, I don’t think they’d have let Trouble up top. She’s serious about helping at least.”
Red grunted, not ready to be convinced but unwilling to argue. “right. welp, ya know how ta find me—”
“Wait.”
Red eyed her, brow-bone cocked. But Hook looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable. She scratched at the place her prosthetic joined flesh, running her claw over the seam. “You, uh…you talked to your bro lately?”
Red’s soul gave an odd pulse. “this mornin’. why?”
She exhaled through her nose, looking out the window. “He seem okay to you?”
“the fuck’s tha’ s’pposed ta mean?”
Her good eye narrowed. “Calm down. It’s just a question.”
He snorted. “like hell it is. what happened?”
Looking skyward, she muttered something under her breath and finally said, “Look, he just seemed a little off, alright?” Glaring at her, Red started to dig out his cell phone. “What are you doing?”
“callin’ ‘im.”
She snorted. “He’s a little busy right now.” When Red just glared at her, she added, “Rus’ in heat, asshole.”
Red nearly dropped his phone. “what?”
Hook looked him up and down, nodding to herself. “You too, huh?”
“whaddaya mean by tha’?” He tried to keep his voice gruff, but it cracked at the end, revealing his anxiety.
“Means you look about as freaked out as he did.” She looked away again, arms crossed. “He really seemed okay this morning?”
Red stared at her, then mentally reviewed the morning. “yeah. think so.” But he hadn’t been looking too close, and Boss could be hard to read. “he didn’ seem okay ta you?”
She shrugged. “…I don’t know. I just—” Her mouth thinned and her brows knit close. “It’s probably nothing. He’s just upset about this whole heat business. This shit with Twist and Ella probably isn’t helping either.”
“yeah. right.”
They were quiet for a few beats, then she said, “I texted Rus. Just in case.”
Red snorted, trying to remind himself that he liked Rus, trusted him with his own life. But it was much harder to trust him with his little brother’s. “…yer gonna look in on him once stretch’s heat’s over, right?”
She looked offended at the question. “Of course I am! Cripes. It’s like you don’t even know me.”
Despite himself, Red felt his soul ease a fraction. “good. b’tween the three ‘a us, we c’n prob’ly keep ‘im outta trouble.”
She nodded, though he noticed her normal bravado was entirely absent. “Right. Unless you got anything else, get the fuck outta here—I’ve got paperwork, and the gutter-rat isn’t here to do it for me.”
He shook his head, flipping her off as he went. And trying to shake away the creeping sense of dread she’d left him with.
10 notes · View notes
franksintrayaoi · 7 months
Text
-uhhhuhuh Bandit and James fic I wrote!??!?!?!-
The short brown haired man stood on the otherside of the counter,wiping a shot glass out with a rag.
"So,bout the work and your payment. Did you deal with the guys that haven't been paying their tabs?"
The masked feline say down a satchel full of caps on the counter.
"Now I was thinkin' something a little different for your payment,but it'll have to be discussed in private. Meet me in my room,sure you know which it is by now."
"I do not..." He said in a hush-hush tone.
"Upstairs to the right,up the 2nd set of stairs. Wait till Francine comes back and then go up there."
He had no clue what he was gonna receive, guns maybe?didn't need them but they could be sold. James walked off upstairs and winked at him. Oh its definitely not guns....A tall dark haired woman walked out,not paying much mind to Bandit. He left the stool and trotted upstairs into the short man's room.
"Hello.."
"Look I think you're a real cute guy,and I've been waiting for a moment like this."
Bandit gulped and blushed,he had never done anything like this before,never even pumped one out before.
"Wanna do this cutie?" He said languidly, rubbing his hands on his thighs.
He nodded,but he was terrified. He didn't know if he was big enough to make him feel good...he didn't know what he liked.
"Cmere cutie." James pulled him onto the bed,grinning.
"Yknowww I've never even seen your face yet...." He pulled down the bandana covering Bandits nose and mouth,god he was absolutely handsome. He was smiling awkwardly,you could tell he was more than exited.
James pulled him in to kiss him,they melted into eachother, bandit trying his best to keep a decent rhythm,he was bad at it but James was having the time of his life.
He accidentally grinded on his thigh,James felt a growing buldge in his groin.
"Oh my." He slid his hand into Bandits pants,stroking his manhood. He was pretty big,and extremely hard. He could feel it throbbing in his hand,he needed that to be inside him.
Bandit mewled and covered his mouth,he'd felt nothing like this before.
"Lets undress you,God you're hot." He pulled of the man's belt and pants,his length still hard from exitement and arousal. Slowly taking his shirt off,he had a hairy chest with a happy trail that led to exactly where he wanted to be.
James took his dick into his hand,slowly moving it. He wanted to hear him beg for more.
"Please..more"
"Hmm what was that?couldn't hear you over your moaning"
"More?"
"Ah I see" he pumped faster,taking Bandit in his mouth completely,his face buried in his groin. Bandit was moaning incredibly loud, thank God Francine was on night shift and couldn't hear them. Bandit was panting,whispering more between moans. James pulled a off him before he could cum,and then dropped his pants and panties.
Bandit was liking what he was seeing,James was visibly aroused.
"You're looking at me like ya want me to loose my shirt,why don't i" He took off his button down to reveal his breasts. That just turned Bandit on more.
James hovered himself over Bandits erection,teasing him with what he was gonna do. James pressed Bandits manhood into him,he was a virgin too after all.
"God you're so big,I love how much you're stretching out me."
Bandit was biting his lip,holding onto the other man's chest.
"I think I'm gonna-" James cut him off by pulling off him.
"Not yet big guy"
Bandit whimpered and begged, James gave in and slipped it back into him,Bandit went harder,hitting James cervix and g-spot. James moaning now instead of him,it was pure ecstasy.
"Oh lord,please just let me finish"
"Do it inside me,please just do it"
Bandit bucked his hips one more time into James, filling him up all the way. His legs shook on top of Bandit before he laid his body on him,not letting him pull out.
"Good lord."
"Good lord indeed....."
2 notes · View notes
rissouu · 3 months
Text
I’M THINKIN’ BOUT WIFIN’ YOU, plug!jean.
he realizes he’s in love with you
Tumblr media
“man, what the hell you doin’ now?” jean watched you toss shoe boxes out of his closet as he sat back in his manspread— proceeding to roll the blunt that was once behind his ear.
“im helping you clean out this damn closet! you got it a mess in here boy,” the nurturing side of you always seemed to come out— especially around jean. the careless man hardly took anything seriously and that’s why you made it your job to put his ass in check.
you didn’t know it yet, but that’s one of the things he loved about you. that motherly spirit, the scoldings you would give him, how easily you could put him in check.. he loved it all.
one time ony jokingly asked ‘who’s the first person you call before you get into some shit?’ and jean quickly said it would be you, no hesitation. shit, the only person that could stop him from doing crazy shit was you truthfully.
if anybody else ever talked to him the way you talked to him, he’d kill them— no questions asked. the only one that was allowed to correct his behavior was you, and he’d made that clear several times before. not even his best friend— connie was allowed to tell him right from wrong.
jean just wasn’t that type of person.. and he never had been, except when it came to you. it’s honestly hilarious, because you two weren’t even together but you might as well have been. everyone assumed it anyways, and you two never denied it.. the title was more of friends with benefits, for now.
“cmon ma, it wasn’t even that bad so don’t start that scolding shit,”
“no cause how many times i gotta’ tell yo’ ass start being more organized?” you rambled on and on about how irresponsible he was, and how he never listened to you. but it was actually the opposite— if anything he listened to you more than he’d ever listened to anyone else.
he’d do whatever you told him to— no complaints. that’s how obsessed he was with you, everyone could see it but you. mikasa and sasha tried convincing you time and time again that jean was clearly feeling you, but you always waved them off.
jean and you were strictly friends, sure you guys made out a few times when you got drunk, but so what? that meant nothing, they were just harmless little kisses.
“’m sorry baby, ima do better for you. c’mere,” he mumbled small apologies before spreading his legs and patting his lap— signaling he wanted you there, now.
he noticed the look of confusion spreading across your face, but he didn’t feel like explaining himself. he just wanted to feel you.
the only thing running through your head was the fact that you’d never sat in anyone’s lap before, you felt you weren’t exactly “skinny” enough to do little things like that.
“jean i don’t think-“
“c’mere, ion wanna have to say it again.” his voice had bass behind it this time, and you knew better than to question him further. your feet moved on their own until you found your way to him— standing awkwardly in between his legs.
you wanted to do as he said but your anxiety just kept working against you.. “boo i don’t want to hurt you or anything, are you sure?”
he tilted his head slightly— giving you a blank expression, almost as if he was saying ‘girl are you serious right now?’ without actually saying it. instead of replying he wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you down onto his lap.
you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, “now you know you didn’t have to pull me that hard! don’t get popped jean,”
letting out a low chuckle, jean’s grip on your waist became tighter. he was eager to touch you.. eager to feel your warmth on his, he couldn’t go too long without physical touch from you.
before you knew it his hands slipped inside of your shirt— resting on the soft skin of your back. he used his thumb to soothingly trace circles onto your skin, and you truly couldn’t complain. his touch had you feeling things you’d never once felt around him before.. it scared you.
“mm, when you gon’ stop playing wit’ me mama?” now his lips were grazing your ear— whispering in that sexy voice of his. you didn’t know if his highness was finally catching up to him or what, but something definitely came over him.
it started getting more heated once you felt him leaving trails of wet kisses down your neck, and his hands left your back— now resting on your ass.
“j..jean” you couldn’t stop the moans forming in your throat, where was this about to go? jean was your best friend after all, this would completely mess up the dynamic of your friendship.. but clearly he didn’t care, so why should you?
“i want you, y/n.. as my woman. and i can’t keep sitting here pretending that i’m not in love with you.. because if you were to ever even think about getting with anyone else, i just might blow his head off.” his hand quickly found its way to your neck and he wasted no time giving it a tight squeeze.
jean needed you to know he was dead serious about this, he wasn’t no little ass kid. so all that beating around the bush shit was dead now, period.
your breathing became shallow as you tried to shut your legs together for some type of friction. but there’s only so much you could do while being in this man’s lap, and he knew that.
“does that turn you on baby? knowin’ i’ll kill somebody over you?” jean grinned, pulling your face closer to his with the hand he still had wrapped around your neck.
all you could do was nod at this point, you didn’t trust your voice to do the talking right now. any time you tried to talk the words got stuck in your throat so what was the point, right?
“words pretty girl.. talk to me, let me know what’s on your mind?” he gave your ass a light slap, causing you to bite back a moan.
“y..yes pa, mm i love that shit.”
you found yourself moving your hips in his lap, searching for any form of release you could get. it didn’t take long before he joined you by wrapping his arms around your waist— rocking you up and down on his lap.
by now he was just letting you dry hump him because he knew how much you needed it, shit.. he needed it too.
“you gon’ let daddy get some of his pussy baby? hmm?” jean dragged his hand across the valley of your breast before making his way down to cup your pussy. “cause this shit mines, you hear me? i’m killing folks ‘bout this.”
“o..oh my g..god yes baby! all yours, ’t’s all yours!”
he grinned once he heard those words fall from your mouth, you really didn’t know what you just signed yourself up for. “that’s daddy’s girl, gimmie kiss baby,”
your lips swiftly met his as both tongues fought for dominance, this was way more intense than any other make out session you two had ever had before. in the end it was jean who won, which was obvious from the start.
he gave your lower lip a small bite before slowly pulling away for air and you watched him intensely, searching for any looks of regret on his face. but surprisingly.. he didn’t have any. if anything, his eyes held this type of glint to it that you hadn’t ever seen in him before.
“now get yo’ pretty ass on that bed, we ain’t no where near done.”
Tumblr media
©rissouu 2024 (part 2?? lmk and ill do it!)
1K notes · View notes
honeycombstrawberry · 2 years
Note
Anyways. Just thinkin bout. Stealing Adrian’s clothes. Small/short reader. Stealing all of his hoodies and his suit and stuff. How he would get super possessive and touchy and cuddley and stuff. Just. Please. 👉👈
my favorite experiment
pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)
rating: m
word count: 7,108
one-sentence synopsis: you notice that adrian seems to like it when you borrow his clothes, so you decide to try a little experiment of sorts.
author's note: okay so when i say this got away from me i very sincerely truly mean that it completely got away from me. it ended up being over 7k words. but also i'm incredibly small and so this prompt spoke to me and obviously i'm here because i want this giant man to scoop me up and freak on me so this prompt immediately took a special place in my heart.
read on ao3!
Tumblr media
You’ve never been very tall.
It’s never really bothered you. You know people make a lot of jokes about height, but being short is just the way you are. It’s not like you were taller and got shrunk; you’ve never known what it’s like to be tall, so. This is just life. You don’t mind it.
You’ve also never considered it to be anything special—
—until you met Adrian.
He’s got at least a foot of height on you, but more than that, he’s just— bigger. He’s tall, and he’s broad, and he’s strong, and when you’re with him, you feel like you’re none of those things. And, in all honesty, it seems like something that Adrian genuinely loves about you.
You start getting suspicious right away. When you first get together, you both have a bad habit of staying over each other’s places and just leaving shit everywhere. You can’t keep your hands off each other, so, when you’re tearing each other’s clothes off, things just happen to land all over the place. Neither of you is particularly organized in those moments, to be sure.
When you’ve only been dating for a few weeks, you wake up in the middle of the night at Adrian’s place and realize you’re fucking thirsty. You’re not surprised you’re dehydrated after what happened earlier, but you do know that you need water— like, now— and that Adrian is so deeply asleep that he doesn’t even move when you slip out from under his arm.
You shiver in the cool air of the room. Searching for something to cover your bare skin, you just grab the first article of clothing you can find in the dark. Feeling it out, then tugging it on, you realize from how large it is that it’s Adrian’s shirt, but it’ll have to do for now.
Besides, you like the idea of wearing his clothes. It’s like a mark of ownership, sort of; like he’s staking his claim without even being there. Even more than that, it gives you a sense of belonging, that the two of you are so close that his clothes can keep you warm and safe, too, just like he does.
It feels nice, is all. You feel nice. So, you pull the shirt on, you realize it’s Adrian’s, and you— leave it. It’s not hurting anybody. It’ll just be quick, and then you’ll be back, and it won’t even matter. He probably won’t even wake up to laugh at you.
You slip your arms through the sleeves and navigate through Adrian’s dark bedroom to find his bathroom. You slip the door closed, flip the light on, and get yourself a drink of water from the sink.
In your mirror’s reflection, you can see yourself wearing Adrian’s shirt— and literally nothing else. You watch your face heat up pink, flushing all over and spreading down your neck. You like the way it feels, you like the way it looks. You don’t want Adrian to think you’re, like— clingy, or obsessive, or whatever. But you like this.
You yawn unexpectedly, reminding you you should probably actually go back to sleep instead of standing here, drinking water, looking at yourself in your boyfriend’s shirt.
Flipping the bathroom light off, you make your careful way back to Adrian’s bedroom, only to find that he’s sitting up, his lamp flicked on and a bewildered expression on his face. He’s rubbing at one eye, glasses still on the side table.
When you come back, you say softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“No, no worries,” Adrian says, yawning until his jaw cracks. “I was just thi—”
He stops short as he drops his hand to actually properly look at you and meet your eyes. He only does that for a moment before his eyes fall down to skim over your body instead. He clearly can’t see well, his vision unfocused before he scrambles for his glasses, cramming them onto his face. When he sees you in full clarity, he blushes red up to his ears, sprawling down his bare chest.
“Hey,” Adrian says. His voice is lower, more of a bass in it. It makes your heart skip, heat coiling low in your gut, an instinctive response. He climbs up on the covers, crawls towards the end of the bed. He sits up at the foot of it, observing you from closer. “You look really nice. Like, stupid nice.”
You look down at yourself. You know you must look pretty much like you do every time you wake up, except you’re wearing his clothes.
Adrian shifts where he’s sitting, and you look up to see him readjusting his position. Like you, he fell asleep without clothes on, and you can tell he’s already most of the way hard just from looking at you, which makes you feel like your blood is boiling just beneath your skin.
“Wanna come back to bed?” he asks you, and you don’t hesitate to come and climb right up on his lap, his hands gliding up under your shirt— his shirt, on you— as he tilts his head up for a kiss, searching, skin hot under your hands.
After that night, you have a theory, and you’re more than willing to put it to the test.
You know that, when you have a theory, the best thing to do is start experimenting. If Adrian enjoys you wearing his shirt, you wonder what else he might enjoy seeing you in of his, and you start scouting through his things for something— casual. Something he might not notice right away.
You laugh when you think of it, glad that he’s in his living room picking out a movie for the two of you to watch tonight. Stripping off all of your clothes, you dig through the basket of clean laundry you just did together— half of which, you’d been heartwarmed and amused to see, is yours from how frequently you’ve been staying over— looking for the perfect thing.
When you find them, you know right away. One of Adrian’s favorite pairs of boxers, a pair he usually likes sleeping in, neon pink with Muppets all over them. You tug them on, even though they’re too big for you, and make your way back out to the living room, ready to test your theory.
You’re well aware that you look absurd. There’s no way anybody wearing what you’re wearing could look anything but absurd.
Which indicates, to you, that if Adrian likes you looking like this, it’s about the fact that they’re his clothes, not whatever it is that you actually look like. You can’t imagine he would find just anybody wearing these attractive, but you hope he’ll find you attractive.
He’s still kneeling on the floor in the center of his living room, sorting through his DVD collection. You know he knows you have multiple streaming services, but this is a man who still watches cable television. You’re taking small steps with him.
“Hey, what do you think?” Adrian asks, holding one DVD in each hand. “We’ve got The Blair Witch Project or 13 Going on 30.”
“Hm,” you say. You come to stand where he can see you, once he looks up— if he looks up. He’s focused down on the DVD cases right now, glasses slipping down to the end of his nose, his brow furrowed. “We could always do a double feature, and you could stay in tonight.”
“But what if—” Adrian starts to say, lifting his head, but he stops when he sees what you’re wearing.
For a moment, his brow creases. Then, he looks up at you, bewildered.
“Wh—” he starts, then stops. He looks down at the DVDs again for a second, aimless, then back to you. His train of thought has derailed and is currently in a nearby town, you think, because he seems to have completely lost the thread of what he was saying.
“Adrian,” you say, and his eyes snap back up to your face over the top edge of his glasses. “What if what?”
“What?” he asks, then remembers he’d been speaking. “Oh, wh— That’s not important.”
He abandons the DVD cases on the ground, pushing himself out of his folded-up position on the ground to stand and cross the room to you. His hands land on your hips, fingertips grazing along the edge of the loose waistband. He drops his head down, burying his face in your throat.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, hard and low in the shell of your ear, pitched like it’s a complaint. His teeth just barely edge along your ear before he bites at your earlobe, then the hinge of your jaw. He makes a needy noise in the back of his throat, something from deep inside his chest.
When he reaches up, gathering your face up between his hands, you have to tilt your head back at a hard angle to look up at him. He inhales abruptly, like he’s been surprised by something, but you don’t have time to ask what it was. He’s diving down in an instant, bowing over you, pulling you up into a kiss with his hands cupping your jaw. You reach up, clinging to him, stretching up onto the balls of your feet to reach him.
“Fuck it,” Adrian says, kneeling so he can scoop you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, your eyes suddenly a little bit above his as he lifts you up and dives in to kiss your throat, blazing heat and his teeth and his tongue, and you laugh breathlessly, clinging to him, your head falling backwards.
Your experiment, you think, is a success. Now you want to start really pushing it.
You start small. Like the time you’re brushing your teeth while Adrian’s in the shower and you see his glasses tossed on the counter beside the sink and you think, Hm.
You rinse your mouth out before reaching out and picking them up lightly, careful not to make a sound. Once you’ve placed them in the proper place on your nose, pulling the temples to hook behind your ears, you say, “How do I look?”
Adrian sticks his head out of the shower, his hair a mess of soap. He squints at you for a second, then reaches for the counter to grab his glasses.
His hand smacks against nothing. For a moment, he’s confused, before you see him look up at you again.
He beckons you over, says, “Come closer.”
You grin, stepping in closer and closer until his eyes actually focus and he can see you— better, if not actually properly. He doesn’t have the best vision in the world.
He evaluates you from up close. He’s already flushed from the heat in his shower, but you can see the redness deepening, leaking all over him.
“Do they help?” he asks, tapping at the lens over one eye, leaving a tiny wet mark. “Maybe you need glasses, too. You can see if they work for you if they want.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” you ask, pushing him a little bit. Just to see.
“Bother me?” he echoes incredulously. He reaches in to pull you in by the collar of your pajama shirt, dampening the fabric with his wet hands. “No, it doesn’t bother me.” He leans down and in, kisses your cheek, your forehead, your temple. He dislodges the glasses slightly, then replaces them in the correct spot on your nose. Smiling as he kisses up into your hair, leaving a wet trail as he goes, he says, “You look so fucking hot, it’s stupid. I want— you,” and you wonder if he was going to say something else or not.
You don’t have a lot of time to wonder before he’s tugging your clothes off at a sideways angle from the shower, getting water and soap from his hair everywhere, before he finally drags you in, his glasses the only thing left on you.
After that, you decide to step it up a notch, try on something larger. See what he does, if he does anything.
An opportunity actually presents itself to you before you can come up with an idea. When Adrian and the rest of the team have a small bonfire party on the sandy shores of a nearby lake one day, Adrian takes you with him, and you think— perhaps foolishly— that the day was warm enough, and the fire will be hot enough, that you won’t be all that cold.
When you actually get there, though, the sun is already most of the way set. You watch the sunset for only a few minutes before Adrian pulls you up the beach to the fire, sitting you close enough that you can feel some of the heat rolling off the fire Emilia’s started.
Unfortunately, there’s also a breeze coming up off the water, and you’ve got your back to the gentle waves. It’s not long before you feel goosebumps all over, and then not too long after that that you’re shivering a little.
“Hey,” Chris says from next to you. “You look cold. Here.” He hands you his jacket, dropping it over your shoulders without much care.
“Thanks,” you say, genuinely grateful. His body heat is still in the jacket, and you tug it closer around you, huddling up into it. He’s a gigantic man; the jacket’s nearly like a blanket on you. You shiver, rubbing your hands together under it, trying to warm them up.
When you lift your head to look at the fire again, you see Adrian’s conversation with Leota seems to have dropped off, and he’s looking at you, instead. He looks— frustrated, actually, or agitated for some reason.
Frowning, you get up from your spot on the log you’ve been sitting on, making your way to Adrian instead. Taking the spot beside him, you ask, “Hey, you look pissed. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Adrian tells you. He looks down at himself, then says, “It’s kind of warm out tonight, don’t you think?”
You make a confused face, somewhere between a smile and a frown. “What? No, I think it’s freezing—”
“Well, I’m actually super warm, actually,” Adrian says, and pushes himself to his feet. He unzips the jacket he’s got on, then tugs it off quickly. Holding it out to you, he says, “You should put this on.”
“But I—”
“You don’t need that,” Adrian tells you. He reaches down, helps you out of Chris’ jacket. “Hey, Chris, thanks, (Y/N) didn’t need this,” he says, and tosses it back over to his friend. Bewildered, you look up at him as he gives you his jacket instead, tucking it neatly around your shoulders.
Chris may be huge, but Adrian is big in a different way. His clothes envelope you, and surround you, and they smell like him, and he’s always so warm, and— The fact that he cared enough to put you in his jacket— to take Chris’ jacket off of you and then put you in his jacket— makes it ten times better than just the action itself.
Adrian sits back down beside you. After a beat, he reaches and puts his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your upper arm through his jacket.
“Warming up?” he asks you, grinning at you like you don’t know what he’s doing.
“Yeah,” you tell him, because it’s true. It’s very, very true.
“I don’t think this is a bad look on me, really,” you tell Adrian, turning to one side, then the other, examining yourself in the mirror.
“This is deeply upsetting to me,” Adrian deadpans, and you laugh. Turning back to him, you spread your arms.
“What’s wrong with this?” you demand to know, unable to stop grinning.
“What’s wrong with this?” Adrian echoes. “This is literally an atrocity against nature. My most favorite thing and my least favorite thing should not be combined like this.”
You frown playfully, turning back to look at yourself in the mirror again. His stiff maroon work shirt is uncomfortably scratchy against your skin, hanging down far— but not as far as the Fennel Fields apron you have on, which nearly reaches your ankle. His uniform hat is too big for your head, and sits back at an angle, askew no matter how many times you reach up to straighten it.
“I think it’s fun,” you declare. You twist back, and forth, watching the apron shift. “It’s uncomfortable, though. You’re always wearing something uncomfortable.”
Adrian reaches out from the bed, stretching out one long arm to wrap up in the apron strings tied at the small of your back. He tugs you in closer until he can bury in his face in the center of your back.
His hands go to the strings of the apron, undoing your bow, pulling them loose.
You laugh. “Not a fan?”
“Actually,” he says, pushing the apron apart, sliding his hands up and underneath his work shirt, gliding over your chest. “I can kind of see the appeal now. Maybe if we had more waiters that looked like you we wouldn’t be losing all our business to Olive Garden.”
“I don’t think anyone can save this uniform,” you answer critically, turning to evaluate it in the mirror again. Adrian’s hands snake up to try and push everything off you from the inside. You laugh, tangled up, demanding, “Adrian—”
“What?” he asks. “Let me show you to your table—”
You can’t stop laughing as he scoops you up and spins you around, throwing you down on the bed. He pushes the apron and shirt up, gripping your knee in his large hand, ducking his head to kiss at your bare thigh under the dark, stiff fabric.
“Our soup du jour is wet and tasty and hot as hell,” Adrian murmurs against your inner thigh, nosing up closer to your hip. You reach down to tangle your hand in his hair, stroking your thumb along the crown of his head.
“I thought I was the waiter,” you say breathlessly. “I don’t understand this roleplay.”
Adrian murmurs, “We have dessert options?” into your skin, and you start laughing again, reaching up to cover your face with one hand.
A loud bang wakes you up, and you shift slightly, not really remembering where you fell asleep.
Your eyes stay closed, and you reach out with your senses as you wake up, trying to feel out where you are. Your head, you think, is in someone’s lap; above you, a voice hisses, “Be quiet,” and you recognize it as Adrian’s. This must be his lap, then—
And you remember— Yeah, you’d been at Adrian’s place for a game night with the whole group last night, and everyone had stayed up hanging out and talking afterwards. You’d started getting tired, and you’d leaned on Adrian’s shoulder, and then—
You don’t remember anything else after that, so you’re assuming that’s where you ended up. Adrian must have readjusted you to make you more comfortable after you’d fallen asleep, you realize.
There’s hushed voices speaking nearby, and then Adrian saying, in a slightly louder whisper, “Can you be fucking quiet? Jesus Christ, you’re going to wake up (Y/N).”
You have to fight back the smile that wants to rise up, hearing that. Keeping yourself breathing evenly, your face unchanged, you feign sleep, trying to lapse back into it. You are tired— and you are comfortable, and you enjoy hearing the wash of voices around you.
“Hey, here you go,” John’s voice says quietly. Adrian makes a confused noise, and he says, “I don’t know, it looked like you’d need it. Just— Don’t be weird.”
You’re not entirely sure what they’re talking about, but then a blanket is being gently settled over you. Adrian twists to lay it on top of you, and you recognize it as the black-and-blue blanket he likes best, the one he keeps folded at the end for when you watch movies or if he’s cold while he’s home alone.
He drapes it over you, makes sure to tuck it in neatly around every bit of you. You’re warm, comfortable, perfectly content. He arranges it around your shoulders, readjusts you in his lap so you’re settled against him, and it’s somehow even better.
Adrian sweeps your hair back off your face, and you hear a soft snap sound.
“Oh, that’s cute,” Leota says softly, laughing. “That’s a Christmas card right there.”
“Send that picture to me right now,” Adrian demands, his arm draping over you to rest firmly, holding you against his side. You fall asleep again there, your ear pressed against his abdomen, listening to the rumble of his voice, feeling his fingers drifting through your hair.
Your alarm doesn’t go off, because you forgot to plug your phone in last night, because it was your stupid fucking anniversary and your stupid fucking boyfriend that you’re in stupid fucking love with made you stupid fucking dinner and you forgot about pretty much everything that wasn’t him, after that.
Maybe that’s a little bit your fault, but, still. It’s mostly Adrian’s, for being so— distracting, all the time.
“Fuck,” you curse, scrambling out of the bed you two share in your new apartment together. “Fuck, shit, shit—”
Adrian lifts his head blearily from his pillow, asking, “What’s wrong, babe?” even though it sounds like he’s still half-asleep, the words all garbled.
“I’m running late,” you tell him, sprinting to the closet. You throw it open and groan again, confronted with unpacked boxes. “Shit, I don’t have any fucking clothes, I’m going to be late for work.”
You see a bunch of clothes in a neat stack over to the corner, and you pause.
Turning back to the bed, you say, “Adrian, can I please, please, please borrow your clothes?”
Adrian sits up more urgently, waking up more fully as he processes your question. He can’t seem to understand you, it seems. At least, not at first.
Then, though, he says, “What— Where— What?”
You grab up random clothes off of the ground, searching through until you find pants that you can roll up, a belt that will work, a shirt of his that you can tuck in. Showing him, you ask, “Can I use these? Just until I can come home and change on my lunch break, please, I haven’t unpacked anything else except some of your clothes because they were with your Vigilante suit and I just—”
“Yes, yeah, go ahead,” Adrian tells you, and you run over to him, kissing him hard. He’s surprised enough that his mouth is open when you do it, and you deepen the kiss quickly, a fast, dirty kiss before you’re drawing away to hurriedly dress in his clothes.
You hurry through the rest of your morning routine, rushing to get everything done and still have enough time to get to work. You stop back in your bedroom before you leave, finding Adrian mostly conked back out again, sprawled across the center of the bed. He’s got your pillow under his face, one arm wrapped tightly around it; you can’t help smiling, at that.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to Adrian’s cheek. He blinks blearily, only one eye not smushed into the pillow; he squints up at you with the other one.
“I gotta go to work,” you tell him, and kiss him again.
When you go to leave, though, Adrian’s hand snaps out, reaches out for you, snatches up your wrist. You’re caught, and you look back, bewildered.
His eyes are fixed down on you. You don’t know if he actually remembers saying it was okay to wear his clothes, and you’re about to apologize and remind him, but—
“Can you call out today?” Adrian asks out of nowhere. Bewildered, you check the time on your phone.
“I still have enough time to—”
“That’s not what I asked,” Adrian tells you. He shifts to sit up, says, “You look—” then stops. He starts again, “This is gonna sound, like, so narcissistic, since you’re wearing all my stuff, but— You look so fucking hot right now, it’s making me feel crazy. Like, I’m-instantly-getting-hard crazy. I’m serious, look—”
“Adrian,” you laugh, and he tugs at you again, bringing you back to the edge of the bed. He reaches up, hooks his fingers into the belted waistband of your borrowed pants.
“Can you?” Adrian asks again. His thumb moves to push the prong of the belt buckle loose from the hole you’ve notched it in, gently easing it free.
You consider it. You haven’t called out recently, and you do have time accumulated. It wouldn’t be unreasonable— and, besides, you’re already running late. You could tell them you got sick on your way in. It’s happened to you once before, and you’re a good employee. There’s no reason they won’t believe you.
You pretend to think about it for a moment longer— long enough that Adrian starts to tug at your loosened belt, slipping it free of the loops.
“Okay,” you finally acquiesce. “If it means that much to you.”
“Oh, it does,” Adrian assures you, rising up just enough to get the momentum to swing you back into bed with him. You got ready so fast that the spot you vacated is still mostly warm, and Adrian makes quick work of separating your clothes, pinning you down against the mattress, sucking a bruise into your throat while you call your office. You pretend you’re breathless and rasping with illness, and not from the way Adrian is tugging his pants down your legs so he can reach between your thighs before you’ve even hung up with your supervisor.
Well, this was my experiment, you remind yourself. I have to follow through to get accurate results.
“Put this on,” Adrian says in a rush. You blink at him, uncomprehending. Your ears are still ringing from the explosion that just happened right in front of you.
“What?” you ask him, and he shoves his reinforced mask into your hands. You grab onto it instinctively so it doesn’t fall, catching it against your chest, but you still don’t fully understand.
“(Y/N), put that on right now,” Adrian orders you.
“It’s Blackout Company!” Chris calls from somewhere nearby.
“Fuck,” Adrian spits. “Shitting motherfucking shit— Fuck! Fuck, fuck— Okay,” he says, taking a second, breathing deeply. He spreads his hands, then says again, “Okay.”
“What’s happening?” you ask him. He turns to you, his eyes visible even though he’s in his Vigilante gear because—
Because his helmet-strong mask is still in your hands, and you still don’t understand why. Adrian steps up to you, taking the mask from your numb fingers, reaching up to start tugging it down over your head.
“Blackout Company has an issue with something me and the rest of the Kids did a couple of weeks ago,” Adrian tells you. He fastens the mask down in place. “They made some— Let’s just say they made creative threats about what they’d do if they ever found us again.”
You look back at the smoldering mess that is— or, was— John’s van. You think about how close that had come to being all of you. You had been running towards John’s van, intent on jumping in and speeding away when you heard a helicopter above you, but now—
Now, John’s van is blown to pieces, and Adrian’s affixing his sturdy mask to your head and telling you, “Run for the trees, keep your head down. I’m going to come get you once it’s safe, okay? Hide and don’t come out for anybody but me.”
You shake your head, beg him, “No, I can help, don’t make me go,” but he’s already pulling your hands off of him, twisting to look back at the rest of the team.
“I can’t help them if I’m worried about you,” he tells you in a rush. He presses his forehead to the space above the visor in the mask. You can only see him through the red filter, the mask too big on your head. “Keep this on, it’ll keep you safe, okay? I’ll use it to find you after, there’s a tracker in here.” He raps his knuckles on the top. “I’ll come back for you.”
You nod jerkily. He kisses the center of the visor, then turns you around, pushing you away. You break into a sprint, heading for the treeline like he told you to do. You’re pushing your legs, running as fast as you can go, faster, harder, pushing—
There’s a soft noise, and then there’s just light, and noise, and heat, and pain. You’re thrown backwards off your feet by the last, and you don’t think you make a single sound. You don’t even think you’re capable of it, in the moment, all wordless pain as you lay flat on your back on the ground, trying to catch your breath.
Your ears are ringing, drowning out every other noise you could be hearing. You’re startled when hands touch your shoulder, and you jump, making pain scorch through your front. You look down, but you can’t get a good angle to look at yourself through the mask.
Your head falls back again, your chest heaving as you suck in air through the mask, and you realize Adrian’s the one above you. His mouth is moving, he must be saying something, but you can’t figure out what. You can’t hear him.
You blink, dazed, then blink again. The world moves in fits and starts as you do, but the red’s still there the whole time. You eventually close your eyes again and just give into it; it’s easier this way.
“Hey,” you say, leaning over the back of the sofa. You’re careful not to touch Adrian just yet, holding your gloved hands just far enough that he won’t be able to feel the leather.
“You sound funny,” Adrian says, and starts to turn, but—
“Nope,” you say, “don’t look yet,” and he stops.
“Why?” he asks. He shuffles in place a bit, then asks, “Am I going to get a surprise?”
You grin inside his mask. “You are, yeah.”
He shifts again, his hands coming together in his lap like he’s an eager boy, patiently awaiting his gift. Tilting his head towards you, you can see that his eyes are squeezed closed. “Okay, I’m not looking. You can give me my present.”
You wave a hand over his face, but he doesn’t move or react, so you assume he really does have his eyes shut. You come around the sofa so you’re standing in front of him instead. Your heart is pounding; you don’t want to upset him, but this is your last resort, you think.
“Okay,” you tell him. “Here it is.”
Adrian’s eyes snap open, excitement and delight obvious on every inch of his face. When he sees you, though— When he sees what you’re wearing— his entire expression crumples and falls. You try not to feel disheartened.
“Hey,” you say, as Adrian starts to push himself up off the sofa.
“This isn’t funny,” he tells you.
“Do I sound like I’m laughing?” you ask him. He looks back at you, and you look back at him, tinted red by the visior inside the Vigilante mask.
For a moment, he just looks— tired. Then, his eyes skim down, gaze raking over you. You know the armor doesn’t fit you, and you must look like you’re playing dress-up, or cosplaying poorly, but—
But Adrian hasn’t put the suit back on since you got hurt. You’ve been perfectly healed for two weeks now, and he still keeps just staring at the mask, now and then, like he’s not seeing the mask, really. Like he’s seeing something else.
Whenever you ask, he just says he’s not ready to go back out while you’re still getting better. The thing is, you’ve gotten better; he made sure you were healed, that you were taken care of every day, that your burns were properly treated, that you were completely okay. In the meantime, though, you’re not entirely sure he’s gotten better. The experience rattled the both of you, sure, but Adrian’s afraid now. He’s afraid in a way he’s never been before.
You know that going back out as Vigilante will give him back the control and confidence he needs over his own life. You just need him to realize that running away from this— from Vigilante— from you— isn’t going to solve anything.
You turn slightly, as if you’re modeling the outfit for him. You’re trying to make him smile, and it works, a little; it’s a twitch of the corners of his lips. It’s a success for how morose he’s been lately, but not for the Adrian you know and love, the giddy one who’s always so happy to be with you, to be silly with you, to just be around you.
“Hey,” you say again. “I’ll have you know I have a big soft spot for Vigilante. Like, a really big one.”
“If it wasn’t for Vigilante,” he says, “Then you never would’ve gotten hurt in the first place.”
“Oh,” you say, voice slightly muffled by the mask, “I’m sorry, I guess I missed the part where I would be the single human to survive the aliens who wanted to take over the entire planet, and would have without Vigilante there to help stop them.”
Adrian pauses, for a moment. After a beat, he says, “Nobody really— They didn’t need my help. They could’ve done it without me.”
“Bullshit,” you reply without hesitation. “They needed you, that’s why you were there. You were just as important as everybody else. Fuck, Adrian— To me, you’re more important than everybody else.” You’re desperate to get him to understand this, drawing closer, taking his hand between yours. His gloves are big on your fingers, but you still hold his hand tight. “Without you, I’d be dead by now anyways. The whole world would be. And if you hadn’t put this mask on me when I got hurt, I could’ve died right then and there. You heard what Leota said. You literally saved my life, in, like, every way possible.”
Adrian’s eyes are burning. You can tell even through the red of the visor. You reach out with one hand, still holding Adrian’s hand tight in the other, so you can cup his face, tilting his chin up so he can look up at you.
“If it wasn’t for Vigilante,” you tell him, “I wouldn’t be here right now.”
You release him so you can reach up and tug his mask off. You hold it out to him, and he reaches up, taking it between his bare fingers. He runs his fingertips over the visor, then looks up at you, eyes wet.
“If it wasn’t for you,” you say. “Adrian Chase. You are the one who saved me.” You push his hand aside, climbing into his lap. He drops his mask on the couch cushion beside him, frees his hands to reach behind you and unfasten the chest piece of his armor.
“I really don’t want to fuck this up again,” Adrian confesses to you. He’s looking down at the armor, at first, before his eyes flicker back up to meet yours.
“You didn’t fuck it up the first time,” you tell him. “You saved my life, Adrian.” You duck down, letting your nose brush along the side of his. Your faces are close, warm skin grazing, when you say, “My life is so much better because Vigilante is in it. Because you’re in it. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, and I mean that.”
You reach up with your gloved hand, holding up one pinky finger. It’s hard to tell, with the over-large gloves, but Adrian just reaches up and tugs them off so he can hook his finger with yours without barriers between you.
“I promise,” you tell him. You reach down and kiss his hand. He smiles, then ducks down and does the same to yours. He then hesitates, then kisses it again before he licks the back of it. “Oh, goddamnit, Adrian—”
“I’m just teasing,” he swears, pulling his hands up to catch your face. “Thank you. I mean it. I’m sorry, I know I’ve been kind of—” He makes a motion near his head like a fish swimming, which doesn’t fully make sense, but— It’s him, so it does. “I really am trying. I miss being Vigilante, I just—”
He sighs, then lets his head fall back. You trace the fingers of your bare hand up his throat lazily.
“I know,” you say, dragging your fingertips over his Adam’s apple. His throat bobs when he swallows. His eyes flicker up to meet yours.
After a moment, they move down again, ghosting over your body.
“You know,” he says. “There’s also something to be said for you being Vigilante. Because wow,” he says, and makes a noise half-like a snarling jungle cat, half-like a choking cat, and you laugh, ducking down to kiss him again. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then tells you, “Hey, babe, that super-suit looks great, but it’d look even better on my floor.”
“You don’t need to pick me up,” you remind him. “We’re already living together.”
He considers this for a moment, then gets to his feet and literally picks you up.
“Our floor,” he corrects himself, as if that’s what you meant. You just laugh again, grabbing him by the back of the head so you can haul him down for another kiss.
At first, you’re not entirely sure what’s going on.
Something is touching your hand, you realize before anything else, and you jerk your hand backwards into your chest, clutching it close against yourself.
“Oh, shit,” Adrian’s voice curses, and your eyes snap open. He’s kneeling in the center of the bed, a box open beside him, his hands frozen in mid-air. He’s watching you like you won’t see him if he just stays still enough.
When neither of you disappears, you ask, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I, uhh—” Adrian starts to stammer. “I was— I was— I was just thinking we should maybe go— Go— We should go— Out more? We should go out more, I was thinking we should go—”
“What is this?” you ask, pulling your hand away from your chest when you realize there’s something in it. Or— on it, you realize.
Your heart leaps up into your throat as you stare down at your hand and realize there’s a ring. There’s a ring on your left hand, there’s a ring on your ring finger on your left hand, Adrian—
Adrian put a ring on my hand, your mind clicks together, and your heart’s suddenly pounding, your mouth dry. Your lips part as you stare down silently at the ring, putting two and two together.
“I—” Adrian starts to say, then stops. You lift your head again, your eyes snapping back up to meet his. His whole face is pink, quickly going red, his bright eyes standing out so brilliantly. He pushes his glasses up, hesitating only a moment longer before he says, “I noticed that you kind of like wearing my things and I also really like when you wear my things and I was thinking maybe— That this maybe might be something else from me that you’d want to wear.”
You stare at him, your eyes burning, the back of your nose prickling.
“You make my life a lot better,” Adrian continues, when you don’t speak. He scoots a little closer to you on the bed. “Like, so much better. I can’t imagine it without you. I want you to just— Be with me all the time, and hang out with me, because I love you so much it makes me feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind sometimes, which— Maybe I fucking am! Maybe I am, but I gotta tell you, if I’m losing it with you, I don’t care. I don’t care at all, because I love you so fucking much, it’s worth all the rest of everything. It’s all worth it.”
Your chest is heaving, now, as you try to catch your breath, your mind spinning. He studies your face, then reaches out and picks up your hand, tapping the side of the ring with his thumb.
“I’m asking you to marry me,” he says then, as if you don’t actually know what’s going on here. “Just so you know.”
“Oh, really?” you ask sarcastically, breathless, unable to stop yourself. You immediately start to apologize, but Adrian just laughs.
“Oh, I fucking love you,” he exclaims. He drags you in, kissing you hard. You push him back into the mattress, climbing up over him. You can’t always reach him, but when he’s laying flat like this, you can position yourself just how you need to kiss him properly, to hold him close.
“I’m saying yes,” you tell him. Smiling, you echo, “Just so you know.”
Adrian yanks you down into another kiss, grinning too widely to work and yet unable to stop smiling. Your success, you think, is immeasurable; your experiment has gone so well that you’ll be able to share him for the rest of your life, now— to share the rest of your life with him— and you can’t think of anything else you’d rather have from him.
When Adrian pushes his hands up under the t-shirt you fell asleep in— one that belongs to him, one with Audrey II printed on the middle in a faded, cracking design that reads Feed Me!— he groans, pushing his face above your heartbeat, his cheek pressed to your chest.
“You look so fucking good in my shit,” he laments, like it’s the world’s worst crime, like it’s a punishment from God, and you grin.
“I feel good,” you tell him, dropping down to kiss him again.
Adrian knocks you backwards, using his sheer size and bulk over you to push you back into the pillows, sliding the hem of his shirt up past your thighs so he can get his hand on your hip. He drops down, kisses into your throat, promises, “I’m not going to fuck this up,” and you can’t stop smiling when he does.
You reach up, carding your fingers through his hair, and promise him, “You couldn’t,” before you let him fall in to kiss you again, taking his shirt off your body and leaving his ring on your finger.
-
adrian chase taglist:
@violetrainbow412-blog @bigassbisaster @amysuemc @sunflowerfive @papitas-con-sal @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @violinchick @r3tr0sp3ct @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @x-milf-hunter-x @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @jaysfav
951 notes · View notes
josibunn · 3 months
Note
i can definitely imagine like twins euro and jack, where maybe, they’ve been bestfriends with a cutesy reader for awhile and they both like her and always argue over her and they finally come to an “agreement” and the agreement is just them playing hot potato with her and fucking her and keeping her to themselves <33333 like no you can’t leave??? you’re all ours >:(((( like her begging them to get alone and they’re like 😁😁😁😁 bet
thinkin twins+bestie reader where they met in high school and were just inseparable. first drinks, parties, everything together. they ridiculed all your boyfriends and scared away every date but you gotta love em ;3
also fuck I wanna give euro a tongue piercing so bad someone convince me not to.
oof and day, maybe when you’re all drunk hangin out together you guys have a spur of the moment threesome. just something silly, you’re all hammered, known each other for years, what could go wrong? and it’s good, you’re giggly and probably came more than you can count
what goes wrong is that it’s really good. too fucking good. and so is the morning sex. and so is the “guys I gotta go to work i’m gonna be late” sex. and hey, one of the boys-maybe øystein invites you over to hang which turns into his hands down your shorts making you grab at his shirt as you moan in his mouth and cum all on his hand, and you wanna continue but…it’s not the same without jacks sloppy, drooling mouth making out with your pussy, prying your shaky legs apart.
so you guys call him over, and sure he’s a little t’d off that you started without him but before you can apologize he’s messily pulling his hair back and getting started on you, licking you up like there’s caramel dripping out of you. øystein fucks your throat, whispering sweet praises of, “breath through your nose sugar, that’s it.” “takin’ it really well, hey-look at me, cmon.” while jack moans into your cunt, eyes soft on you as you caress your tits for him, giving him a show as drool falls from your mouth.
and once they’re both finished they’re arguing about who gets to fuck you first lol. “you were just in her throat how is that fair?!” “that’s the way it goes dumbass, foreplay, facefucking and then fucking!” they argue, and you sigh, sitting up on your elbows on the bed tiredly before you squash it-“jack, baby he’s right,” you breath, “that’s the order, you-you can go longer since we left you out, ok?” you calm him down, giving him a little kiss, which makes øystein roll his eyes.
so your heads leaning off the side of the bed, jack fucking your throat as øystein fucks you on your back, holding your hips up and pulling you back onto him as he fucks you, eyes rolling back as he watches your tits bounce, fuck, who coulda thought all this was hiding away from them.
“can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, fuck,” jack huches over as he slams into your throat, one hand holding up his wife beater as the other leans onto euros shoulder. “fuckin right? knew you got around, but who knew you could take it like such a slut?” he asks you, knowing you can’t asnwer as your face gets stuffed full of dick. speaking off, “hey, stop goin so hard on er’. she’s not a fuckin’ doll.” euro tells jack, who rolls his eyes.
“you just worry bout that pussy, cuz’ when ur done ur movin over, so enjoy it while it lasts.” he glares at him before returning his attention to you, his fingers gliding down your throat, watching and feeling himself slide in and out of it.
when øystein is done, jack flips you over, you’re so out of it you don’t even notice until you feel his girth slide into your beat in, sensitive cunt, groaning on your ear as you mom out, gripping the sheets closer to you and burying your face in them. “so fuckin good baby, shouldve picked you out sooner,” he rasps, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, hurrying and fucking into you like it’s been years since he’s had you.
he’s so cocky lol, pulling your hair up so you’re not hiding anymore and pounding into you, he wants to make øystein jealous, even though he’s just in the bathroom across the hall. “fuckin good huh baby, yeah? love this dick?” he holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail as your eyes roll back, whines and squeaks of moans rolling off your tongue as your cunt spasms against him, not being able to take this much stimulation in one night.
“you’re so annoying,” øystein comes in with a towel draping off his v-line, hopping next to you two and watching your face. “so pretty,” he coos, grabbing your chin and making you look at him, tears falling and eyes obviously fogged over. nothing in that pretty head of yours :( “you’re doin so well little one, know that? bein so good,” he kisses your parted lips, making you smile as you fall back on the bed out of jacks grasp, airy moans coming off you as you feel him speed up, signaling his own orgasm.
after you both come down you’re sandwiched between them, back to jacks from, hand and head on øysteins bare chest. “you did so good baby, you feel ok?” jack asks, caressing your head as euronymous runs his fingers over every feature on your face. you nod, “she’d be really good if you didn’t use her like a fleshy,” øystein snaps, cradling your back.
“don’t tell me how to fuck her, ok? I don’t tell you what to do when your face is between her legs, do I? mr. can’t eat it?” jack snaps back, and it has you rolling your eyes. “what I lack in my tongue makes up in my dick, I dunno how you even work with that thing, don’t even think she can see it half the time without glasses.” he points, which has them pushing each other, which has you sitting up from being fed up, “neither of you are gonna see it if you don’t shut the fuck up and white arguing,” you say, and it has them nonono-ing and ok ok i’m sorry-ing you and pulling you back to lay down.
(also that was just some brother bickering. I can assure you jack is anything but small down there. ;3)
and after a while of doing this, you ask them one day while hanging out. “what’re you guys gonna do when I get a boyfriend?” you say as you sit between the two on the couch. “what? boyfriend??” jack says. “we’re gonna keep fucking you,” øysteins nonchalant, doesn’t even look away from the tv to answer.
“yes boyfriend, and you can’t do that. when I get a boyfriend you can’t fuck me and you can’t scare him away.” you tell them, cuddling up to both. “bullshit you’re getting a boyfriend, you don’t need anyone else, that’s dead.” jack shrugs, “yeah, like, you think any of these losers are gonna fuck you like I do?” “like we do,” jack corrects, but euronymous knew what he said.
“I know that, but what if I do start liking a guy?” “you’ll get over it. you’ll forget about it when i’m knuckles deep in this sweet thing,” he teases, motorboat kissing your cheek as he digs his fingers between your legs, making you giggle. “or we’ll take care of it, either way it’s not happening.”
and soon they exhibit that when you do later go on a date.
“ok, wait here, uhm don’t mind them, I just need to grab something, i’ll be right back.” you point to jack and øystein on your couch, and they’re glaring your date as you give them a look before heading upstairs. “you her date?” euro tilts his head, and he’s giving a sassy little head tilt as he looks the guy up and down.
“uh-yeah, yeah, you guys like her friends or something?” “somethin’ like that, you should look at this before you go out with er’ tho,” jack motions for the guy to sit between them before he’s showing him a video. it’s you, on your back, head tilted back as jack slams his cock into you, your moans tying in with his deep thrusts, and as video jack moans “that’s it mama, takin it so good,” video you puts your hand on his abdomen, which results in video jack slapping your thigh and telling you “move that fucking hand.”
the date goes pale in the face, “i-is that—” “that’s a good one, when’d you take that?” euro asks, “when you went to the store last night,” jack answered, making sure to add that “last night”. “sneaky, you should look at this too though,” euro says before he turns his phone to the date and jack, and it’s a video of euro fucking your throat in, his hand holding your hair up as your eyes roll back, saliva dripping down your chin and tears staining your face.
they’re just so talkative all the time, video øystein going, “good fuckin girl baby, love this dick don’t you, hm? love this fat cock in your mouth?” to which you nod, fucked out eyes looking up as him as you grab his tiny hips and pull yourself deeper, resulting in a low groan and chuckle from euro. “oh she looks so good in that,” jack nods and euro agrees before shoving his phone in his pocket and returning back to the guy.
“so where’re you kids goin?” he tilts his head, and thankfully you start to come down before he could answer, because his face answers for him. “you ready?” you smile, but frown when he says, “sorry, uhh something-my moms in the hospital, I really gotta go.” he says and hurried out the door before you could even say bye.
“that was weird,” jack says, acting oblivious. “what..what happened? what’d you say to him?” you pout, stepping out your heels and onto the couch between them. “nothing baby! in fact we didn’t say anything, he was just on his phone smilin’ n shit,” jack says, rubbing your thigh. “aww sugar,” euro coos, rubbing your chin as he kisses your pouty lip. “it’s ok, he’s a loser anyways I told you they’re not as good as us.”
“yeah, let’s make it up to you, kay?” jack says, rubbing your ass before he’s picking you up and carrying you upstairs. they’re so mean!!
Tumblr media
hehehe I love this au so so so bad!!! send more more more!!
join my taglist! @angelsanarchy @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator @wonkinoo @brithedemonspawn @yungbloodsuxca @weezinrnween
109 notes · View notes
shuckinbeanz · 3 years
Text
inumaki breeding hcs<3
warnings/notes: NSFW, fem!reader, impregnation, completely shameless smut, old picture removed because link is broken.
Underage characters are Aged Up!
MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇
~Masterlist~
Tumblr media
Shameless under the cut<3
- ok so you guys have your own food vocab for when you wanna hear his voice(like during seggs or msg recording, otherwise its txting and JSL)
-also you guys have been tied for a few years
-and when you tell him you’ve been pining for thinkin bout having his bbs you bet your ass the sides of his mouth will curl up cattishly and the corners of his eyes will crinkle smugly cutely like
orly? (ºωº) real smug like then
ฅ(Ф∀Ф)ฅ queue cute raepface
-he practically jumps you for details so he knows when you wanna start tryna conceive so he can be prepared to service his waifu
-lines up drinks, tissue, lube, extra bedsheets, aphrodisiac if u wanna spice seggs up *winkwonk* to breed you well
-he‘s a huge fucking simp 4 u
-put ur tiddies in a pushup bra and one of his few V-neck shirts he got because you say he looks hot in them then bend over givin him an eyeful the man goes fruitloopy
-this man may be fun size smol n cute but he’s a beast in the sheets
-he’s average length 6.5 inches but he’s got head babe and he’s thicc up his shaft and thins out a bit at the hilt, ramrod straight
-he’s got a very sensitive vein thats very visible all along the left underside of his cock LICK IT MAN WILL SHUDDER and damn well near bust a nut
[insert a gasp of the food/ingredient nickname you have him call you here]
-speaking of nuts THE BALLS ON THIS MAN they’re BIG and will fill your cheeks SO SUCK ON EM
-he's a fucking tease. almost as bad as gojo
-he’s a switch leaning sub (he loves edging you and teasing you until turn the tables on him)
-worship this man’s ears, face, throat, shoulders, and neck! PLEASE!!!1!
-he is a giggler in the start. soft, sweet, warm, breathless giggles as you worship him
-he’ll be bratty and get super handsy until you cover his neck and throat with hickies to stop his wandering fingers(he’s proud to show your handiwork off ◔◡◔)
-also he’s got stamina so he can handle 4 rounds-6 if spice has been used
-PLACE YOUR HAND ON HIS THROAT WHILE YOU RIDE HIM AND PRESS GENTLY TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIGHTHEADED PULEASE it turns him on! He likes the thrill of that threat and he trusts you with his voice! he’d actually prefer to be choked but you worry too much for him but ur still a simp so you meet him halfway
-remember you guys have a food vocab? Other than his canon yes-no-maybe answers he’s got food vocab to egg you on that translates to ‘faster’, ‘slower’, ‘shove your tongue down my throat kiss me’, ‘sit on my face’, and ‘MORE!~’
-and dont get me started on the vocab for positions hoo boi
-he is a VERY GORGEOUS whiner! breathless and just chefs kiss SO EDGE HIM LOTS
[lengthy needy whine of your nickname]
-then DON'T HESITATE to overstim he will love you even more!
[nickname again, moaning prettily]
-he’s a good boyo he’s gonna tell you when he’s close to cumming
“S-Seed…!”
-his third overstim orgasm will have him in tears because he is a sensitive mansex
-tell him in detail how you want his bb juice to fertilize your eggs while sloshing hotly in your womb he will do the lewdest mewls and squirm below you he's a sucker for detail
-tell him how many miniature Toges you want. demand he plug ur tight cunny and he will break
-expect him to take the reigns and pound dat pussy bc he CRAVES to be a Daddy to lil tots he lives for attention and he wants to have an army of iddy bitty trolls where he’s the leader
-he will damn well try to keep pounding you until he's shooting blanks; heavy breathing, whines, breathy gasps
-praise him!!
-tell him how good he is how beautiful he looks and sounds fucking you and you’ll have him whimpering a string of food/ingredients that comes to his foggy need to get you preggo horny mind
He’s here
You’re here
Please just hear his voice and know how much he needs you
Loves you
Wants you
pls have his bbs
-whisper in his ear he’ll be a Daddy soon if you want him gone
Won’t stop ‘til either one of you pass tf out xD
764 notes · View notes