#well yes i want this little fucker slapped straight onto my skin

[owlpellet]

found some chalk drawings from when i was 7 in a scrapbook (save the bike, which was my dad's). very impressed with my dragons from a technical standpoint but i am not being dramatic when i say i think i finally know what i want to be my first tattoo

#i've never gotten one because of commitment issues #i cant even decide where to put a sticker and you want me to put INK on my SKIN? #well yes i want this little fucker slapped straight onto my skin #i love that i gave my dragons thagomizers #btw

[badassbuchanan]

Taking Care of Needs

Request: Omg if you start writing for Lance and ransom I would love you forever! I absolutely love them!

Warnings: smut; non!con (kind of), dom!sub vibes, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, reader IS of age, rough, semi-public.

Word Count: 4725

A/N: okay so Lance is really fun to write for - requests and taglist are open!

The gymnasium had emptied out as the argument between me and Coach Tucker continued. It should’ve been a simple conversation. All I was asking for was extra access to the gym so that I could practice a little more each day. Something that I thought would’ve made Lance proud, or at least happy.

But, in true Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker fashion, he didn’t do what I expected him to do. Oh no, he shut the idea down straight away, with no reasonable explanation. Other than him doing it just to take advantage of his authority, of course.

“I’m not asking for a lot,” I crossed my arms sassily with a frown, looking at my coach who’d closed his eyes in frustration. He was just as tired of this conversation that was going around in circles, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down first. “But if you want me to get better-“

“This isn’t about you getting better,” He argued with an underlying anger in his voice, hands on his hips. “This is about you wanting more attention that the other girls.”

“Oh come on,” I rolled my eyes, watching as he mirrored my arms-crossed stance. His cockiness pissed me off. Standing there with his stupidly perfect face. How dare he tell me what I wanted. “You can’t seriously believe that’s why I’m asking.”

He shrugged sarcastically, lifting his hand before slapping it back down against his forearm. Lance turned on his heels to walk away from me before I could respond, obviously over the conversation. He knew I was aggravated, he was just trying to wind me up even more for his own amusement.

“Lance, you’re not listening to me.” I responded as my blood began to boil, almost bouncing out of frustration as I followed him into his office. “Do you want to see me fail? I need the extra time to be on my best game.”

He scoffed as he walked around to the back of his desk, adjusting some papers that were carelessly scattered on the surface. He was done giving me his time of day, he’d given me his answer and he expected me to listen. 

“I’m your coach, Y/N. You need what I tell you to need.” His voice was unsettlingly calm now. Lance was known for being a hot head. For lashing out and being dramatic. But he was quiet. Full of a dominance that dripped in confidence. It was like witnessing a calm before a storm. 

“Well then maybe I should find myself a coach that understands my needs.” I snapped childishly. I knew it wasn’t going to go down well. No one spoke back to Coach Tucker. Everyone loved Coach Tucker. Everyone was scared of Coach Tucker. Everyone had a crush on Coach Tucker. Which meant he always got his own way.

His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched as he looked at me like I was his prey. His whole body stilled as a dangerous thought entered his mind. I felt suddenly nervous and aroused under his stare as he walked around the side of the table closest to me. 

“This isn't about extra time in the gym at all, is it?” His eyebrow raised as his ass leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his toned body covered in the navy olympic sweater. 

I stayed silent, my teeth clenched in aggravation as I watched a cocky smile cover his face momentarily. Fuck. Was my attitude really that evident? I’d always been so obedient, especially when it came to Lance. If he told me to jump, I’d jump. If he told me to stretch, I’d stretch. If he told me to only drink water, I’d only drink water. If he told me to stop having sex, I stopped. And that’s exactly what the asshole had done. 

He’d put a hard ban on any kind of sexual activity in the lead up to the upcoming trials. Explicitly confirming that it also included masturbation. It had been weeks. Weeks of built up frustration and overwhelming need. Frustration that had turned me into a brat with a bad attitude.

“C’mere.” Lance leaned his head back slightly, jaw gesturing for me to go to him when I didn’t respond. I suddenly felt myself falling into a state of submission as I watched him grip his palms onto the edge of the desk next to his hips.

I stepped forward slowly in anticipation, swallowing nervously as I stood directly in front of him, his body towering over mine even from his slightly slouched position.

“Tell me. What is it that you need?” Lance arched his eyebrow as he looked down at me powerfully. His voice was dripping with confidence as he grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling it towards him. “Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t be a good coach if you don’t talk to me.” 

My throat went dry, my heartbeat rapidly increasing as I stood between his thick thighs. The lack of sexual attention had caused my senses to heighten, already become aroused by his simple touch on my hand. 

His strong grip had me imagining what it would be like to have his hands on other parts of my body. Sure, I’d thought about having sex with Lance before, but only in the privacy of my own bedroom. Only if I was desperate and needed to imagine something to cum to. 

“Let me ask you again,” He licked his lips, guiding my hand to palm his crotch over the silky material of his tracksuit pants. I gasped in shock of his sudden forwardness, the prominent outline of his thick cock hard against my palm as he tightened his grip around my wrist. “What is it that you need?”

I could feel how big he was, my panties dripping with arousal as I bravely squeezed his bulge beneath my fingers. I was in awe of just how thick he felt through his clothes, suddenly eager to get my hands on his hard member.

“Is it this?” Lance’s tone softened slightly, watching my hand palm over his throbbing cock. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his tip, lost in the feeling of my small hand on him. He licked his lips before letting his mouth hang open, his spare hand, wrist decorated with his watch, came up to grab my other hand, placing it on his hip to steady myself. 

“Do you need Coach to take care of that ache between your legs, baby? Is that it?” His voice was sickeningly sweet, speaking to me as if I were a child. My cheeks flooded pink, shamelessly palming Lance’s cock, embarrassed that it was drenching my leotard, material so tight it didn’t allow me to wear panties underneath. “Did I go too hard on you with the no sex rule, huh? Could that needy little pussy of yours not take it?”

Lance cupped my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding my hand on his crotch, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. I nodded slightly with a pout, closing my eyes in the pleasure. I eagerly parted my lips like an eager little slut for him, which Lance noticed, causing a shit eating grin to appear on his face. 

“It’s okay if that’s what you need, little one. You can tell me.” He pushed his thumb in my mouth, biting his lower lip as I sucked on his digit obediently. I let my tongue glide up and down the length of his thumb, treating it as if it were his cock I was sucking on. 

“Yes.” I whimpered out softly around his thumb, pressing my hand against his crotch harder as a soft grunt escaped his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at me expectantly as he waited for me to continue. “Please.”

“Such good manners, sweetheart.” He smirked in amusement at my cooperation. His eyes were blown out and full of lust as he nudged his thumb back into my mouth.

I welcomed him eagerly, my tongue laying flat against the pad of his thumb, my lips sucking around him with a hum.

“Such an eager little girl for your coach, aren’t you?” Lance’s tone dripped in sarcasm, something I usually fought back at. But I didn’t want it to end. I was far too invested in the feeling of his cock heavy against my hand.

My pussy juices had already started leaking down onto my leotard, clit throbbing at his filthy words. There was no denying Lance was fucking sexy. His perfect hair, chiseled jawline, glowy eyes, muscly body. How could I resist?

Lance pulled his thumb covered with my saliva from my mouth, looking into my eyes as he covered my lips with the wetness. I squeezed his cock harder than before, a strangled grunt leaving his lips before he smirked darkly down at me. He was high on the neediness he was drawing out of me. 

His thumb travelled down my jaw and throat before his hand wrapped around my neck. I let out a little whine as Lance squeezed my neck lightly, my innocent sparkly eyes gazing up at him. I got lost in the overwhelming scent of his aftershave mixed with hair gel.

“You can have it, baby.” Lance spoke sweetly, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at me. It was as if he’d read my mind. I was desperate to feel his hot, hard cock against my bare hand. “Take what you need.” 

Despite his instructions, I still looked up at him, asking for permission as my hands moved to the elasticated waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Lance rolled his eyes as he grew impatient, he was just as turned on as I was. He grabbed hold of my wrist with the hand that wasn’t around my neck. 

I swallowed nervously, looking up to meet his darkened eyes. “I said take it.” He growled deeply, guiding my hand inside his pants. To no surprise, Lance had gone commando, my fingers coming straight into contact with his soft, hot skin. 

I whimpered as he let go of my wrist, my head dropping to where my hand disappeared into his track pants. I bit my lip to muffle a moan, my fingers wrapping around his thick length. He was so soft, almost like velvet. His cock was heavy and throbbing under my touch.

My wetness felt like it was dripping down my thighs as I clenched around nothing, my pussy desperate to have him inside me.

Lance groaned as he watched me in awe of his cock, my thumb rubbing over his reddened tip. I thought about how full I would feel with him fucking into me, his rough hands on my waist as he impaled me on his cock.

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension building between my legs, but it barely helped. My pussy started to ache, a dull pain beginning to grow with my horny state.

Lance pulled his track pants away from his body, giving us both a clear view of his member. “Spit.” He instructed dominantly, my submissive side complying without hesitation. I spat down onto his cock, lubricating him as I pumped his length in my hand. I saw a small section of his tattoo that covered his crotch, secretly getting a thrill of knowing such a personal detail about him.

“So big.” I whimpered out weakly, desperate for sex. Lance’s eyes trailed down my body, noticing my pebbled nipple so evident through the thin leotard I wore.

He chuckled deviently, letting the elasticsted band snap back against his body. His hand moved away from my neck, unzipping the Olympic hoodie covering his torso.

He bucked up into my hand as he removed the jumper from his body, the short sleeved white polo hugged his muscular figure. He ran his hand through his perfectly placed hair before his hands went back to gripping the edge of the desk.

Lance’s eyes burned into my body as he bit his lip, unbelievably thankful that his plan to starve me of intimacy had worked out in his favour, just the way he’d planned.

Exactly the same as he was watching me now, Lance loved to watch me in the gymnasium. He paid special attention to the way my boobs jiggled so noticbly against my toned body. He noticed the tight material of the leotards hugging every crevice of my pussy. He noticed my ass stick out every time I stuck a landing. Oh, he’d noticed. He’d also noticed the way his cock reacted every time he did.

“C’mere.” He mumbled in a raspy voice, looking at me with nodded eyes as his fingers hooked into the leg opening on the leotard to pull me closer. I shuffled toward him, our chests almost pressing together as I stood between his thighs. I felt the movement of my hand pumping his cock hitting my lower tummy every time as his hand snaked around to my ass. 

Lance pushed my long pony tail around to my back before cupping my cheek with his calloused fingers. He hissed as my hand fucked him, thighs flexing at the overwhelming sensation. 

Lance leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that was so soft and yet had an overwhelming dominance to it. One that made me let out a whimper, craving to have him do it again. And he did.

I opened my mouth as my hand that was jerking him off picked up the pace. Lance ran his tongue over my lips before gently pushing it between my teeth teasingly. He let out a groan, his hand massaging my ass cheek.

“Listen carefully, baby.” Lance growled through clenched teeth, our kiss becoming sloppy as it deepened. My pussy throbbed as I imagined his cock fucking me, my spare hand feeling the muscles on his chest as I got lost in the moment. “I’m the only one who can have you. And I want you to come and tell me whenever that sweet little pussy gets needy. I’ll look after you, I promise.”

His words had my clit throbbing with lust, my hand pumping his cock hard as I felt it twitch, signalling he was almost at his climax. I nodded softly, desperately pecking his lips repeatedly as his hands spread my ass cheeks apart.

“But you’ve got to stop being a brat, okay?” Lance grunted irritably, remembering how argumentative I’d been with him earlier. “I hate seeing my favourite girl trying to act all bitchy and demanding. It doesn’t suit you.” 

“Yes coach.” I whimpered submissively, moaning at the feeling of Lance’s fingers digging between my ass cheeks to massage my pussy. I bucked my hips forward, my clit nudging his shaft as my chest pushed against his.

“Good girl.” Lance moaned softly, looking down between our bodies at where his cock was touching my pussy. He pulled me closer roughly, both of my hands coming up to his shoulders to steady myself. His cock rested between our bodies, hard and needy for attention.

Lance’s fingers pushed the crotch of my leotard to the side, sliding effortlessly between my slick folds. “Lance.” I cried out softly, so sensitive from being kept pure for weeks. My hips bucked forward, my pelvis grinding against his length.

A shiver went through my body as my nipples rubbed against his chest through the material of our clothes.

“Listen to how wet you are for me,” He grunted in amusement, imagining my pussy wetting his dick. I closed my eyes, breathing shakily as I listened to his fingers pushing in and out of my hole with a squelching sound. “Fuck, my fingers are basically slipping out.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his needily, relaxing into his touch as I pushed my ass out for him. Lance smirked at my action, kissing me back as he gripped the base of his cock, angling it to nudge against my pussy.

“Fuck.” I moaned with a squeak, immediately rocking my hips forward to guide him between my folds. Lance slid his cock between my pussy lips, drenching himself in my wetness.

“Tell me what you need.” Lance growled, both hands on my hips as he glided my pussy up and down his cock, making me feel so good without being inside me.

“You.” I whimpered desperately, almost crying with frustration as I clung to his shoulders, looking down at where his thick length slid between my legs.

“You’ve got me,” Lance reminded me without hesitation, experimentally bucking his hips forward to meet my movements. I gasped at the feeling of his tip pushing against my entrance, my hand moving up to play with his groomed hair. “What do you need?”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out shakily, my head clouded by the building pleasure inside of me. I couldn’t think straight, I just knew what Lance was telling me. I needed a fuck, and he was going to be the one to do it. “Pound me. Hurt me. Take me. I don’t care, I just need you.”

Lance slapped my ass harshly, satisfied by my desperate state as he forced me to take a step back. “Bend over the desk.” He instructed with a deep voice, watching my bewildered state as I tried to clear my head.

I processed his demand and moved quickly, laying my body down on the tidy part of his desk, my ass on display for him. I rested on my elbows and turned my head to the side to look at Lance.

He pursed his lips together as he stood up straight, moving to stand directly behind me. My leotard was still pushed to the side, my pussy lips on display for him.

Lance didn’t hesitate to rub his tip against my entrance, my aching hole already having to stretch for him. I clawed at the desk, my back arching as I tried to wiggle his cock into me.

“Stop wiggling you little brat.” Lance growled, forcing my hips against the hard wood of his desk as he stepped forward, his shaft sliding a little more into me.

“But it hurts.” I whimpered with a pout, a hard ache in my clit from where it was pushed against the desk. Lance didn’t listen, my whine sending him into a world of euphoria.

His jaw clenched as he sheathed himself fully inside me, my tight walls restricting his movements. I let out a cry as I tried to take in his large size, feeling like I was being split in half.

“You still want a new coach, baby? You think someone else would take care of you like this?” Lance grunted, having the decency to still his hips inside of me while I adjusted. “Fucking say it.”

He used his right hand to smack my ass cheek harshly when I didn’t respond, errupting a loud whimper from me. “No, I want you coach.” I licked my lips, turning my head to the side as I look back at him. The movement made his dick impale me even deeper, my body weakening under his touch.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Tell me who I am.” Lance whispered, unable to stop his hips from beginning to fuck in and out of me. He’d tried to wait, but if he stayed still inside of my tight walls any longer, he would instantly cum.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip as Lance’s hips pressed further into me, his cock pushing against my tummy. I grip onto the edge of the table, clenching my pussy around him.

“Say it.” Lance demanded, his hand coming down to spank my ass harshly. I whimpered at the feeling, my hips jolting forward which made his cock move inside me. The pain of his hard length had began to subside, leaving me with a dull ache of need rather than soreness.

“You’re my coach.” I moaned out and rocked my hips back against him again, taking him by surprise as his hands grip my ass, pulling it harder against him.

Lance grunted in pleasure, his eyes fixed on watching his cock disappear between my ass cheeks. He pulled his hips back before pushing them forward, slowly starting to fuck me.

“Say it again.” He growled, his pace quickening as the feeling of my walls hugging his shaft had him twitching inside of me.

Lance pounded into me as I rocked my hips back against him as much as I could with his strong hands controlling my hips. I moaned in pure extacy, the slight pain of his rough fucking only had my pussy tingling with pleasure. “Coach.”

“Huh? Who am I? Say it louder, little one.” His degrading tone had me biting m lip, my tits rubbing against the hard wood of the desk with every thrust.

“Coach,” I cried as Lance leaned forward to push his chest against my back, giving him even more of a deeper angle. “My coach.”

I breathed out shakily, using all my strength to push up on my elbows, then onto my hands as I pressed my back against his chest even harder.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m your coach.” He moaned sexily, his hands moved up my sides to cup my boobs harshly. I felt his fingers dig into the material of my leotard, hearing a rip as I looked down, his strong grip ripping the material against my chest.

“Lance.” I whimpered with a slight annoyance, his hands cupping my bare boobs from where he’d torn my outfit as he continued to fuck into me.

He just scoffed at my whine with a smirk, tugging on my hardened nipples as my palms pressed flat into the surface of the desk to steady myself.

I could feel his cock deeper inside of me from this angle, the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through his office.

His breath tickled my neck, his length slamming in and out of me harshly as he fucked me on his desk. I whimpered at the angle, my clit nudging the edge of the table with every thrust.

My legs started to tingle as he fucked me into the table. I could feel my orgasm bubbling up inside of me, thighs clenching together for more friction.

“Leg up, baby.” Lance instructed, one of his hands coming down to smack my right thigh when I didn’t immediately do as I was told.

I liked the feeling of his cock rubbing between my pressed together thighs, his legs caging mine in. I didn’t want to change the angle, not when I was so close to my high.

“What, did I fuck you stupid or are you just being disobedient?” Lance growled angrily, not liking the fact that I challenged his dominance. I could feel the silky material of his pants press against my thighs where he’d been too lazy to take them off. “Listen to your coach, sweetie.”

I whimpered with a pout, sightly worried that he’d stop fucking me if I didn’t listen to him. I lifted my leg up, bending my knee to sit my calf under my thigh. I whimpered, my pussy still full cock his cock as he watched me squirm, his movements deepening with the new position.

I squeezed around his cock repeatedly, overwhelmed with pleasure. He was fucking right. No one else could make me feel as good as he could. I was his.

“Lance.” I cried out erotically with a moan, bouncing myself on his cock. Lance met my thrusts with small groans, my pussy lips dragging up and down his shaft with every movement.

“So fucking needy for your coach.” He grunted, jolting his hips back and forth aggressively. His pace quickened as slapping sounds of our bodies touching continued to fill the room.

“Am I right?” Lance’s hands gripped my hips, standing back up straight to get a better view of me. I whimpered and turn my head to face him, meeting the gaze of his eyes, his eyebrow arched as his lips parted. “Huh?”

“Yes.” I breathed out shakily as I clenched around his cock, his words still making me wet. His cock continued to pound in and out of me as I start circling my hips, causing us both to let out a moan.

“Who do you belong to?” Lance growled, pushing my chest down against the hard wood table by a hand on my shoulder. He kept his hand there, holding me down as he pounded into me.

“You, coach.” I complied with his questioning, arching my back as his hand holds my hip still, letting him take back full control as I am now unable to move.

“Say it.” He demanded, letting his head drop back as his mouth hangs open, almost completely exhausted.

“I’m yours.” I finally released the words he’d so desperately needed to hear. His pace quickened as he chased his high.

“I’m gunna cum.” His cock twitched at my words as he lets out a soft moan, his hips smashing against my ass as he took me from behind.

“Not inside me.” I cried out in a last sensible thought before closing my eyes as I felt my climax take over. I let out a loud moan, holding onto his hand that was on my hips as I rode out th hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck.” Lance grunted, ignoring my words as his hips jolted irraticly as he began losing control. “Take it.”

“Lance, fuck. Not inside me.” I moaned, clenching around his length as the throbbing between my legs began to subside, coming down from my high.

“Oh yeah,” His hand came up to my arm, forcefully tugging me to stand up, our bodies flush against each other. His hands dropped to dig into my hips, fucking my ass against his pelvis. “Gunna drench that needy pussy in my cum.”

I moaned softly, my sensitive pussy aching to feel his cum. But what if I got pregnant? So close to trials. I pushed my hand back against his hip, but Lance wouldn’t stop, he needed to cum inside me.

“Don’t panic, baby. Coach knows what you need, remember?” Lance breathed shakily as the overwhelming pleasure of his cum filling me up washed over him. He let out a moan, a soft grunt following as his thrusts come to a halt, finshing inside me.

“Fuck.” He panted, leaning his head back in a moment of bliss before he pulled his softening cock out of my pussy.

I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, our mixed juices running down the inside of my thigh as Lance tucked himself back into his pants. I quickly adjusted the crotch area of my leotard back into position.

“You gunna be less bratty now?” Lance asked sweetly, forcing me to face him as his finger came to hold my chin up, our eyes meeting.

“Yes, coach.” I answered dotingly, my eyes fucked out and glazed over as Lance licked his lips.

“There’s my good girl.” He spoke softly, eyes dropping to my lips before he planted a kiss on them.

“We’ll work on your new schedule starting tomorrow.” He snapped back into business mode, stepping away as he moved to grab the navy jumper which he’d previously discarded onto the desk. “You can have all the extra time in the gym you need, you just have to come and see me in my office before you do.”

Lance and I both knew he didn’t mean ‘see him in his office’. He meant come and suck me off. He meant let me fuck you like a whore. He meant that this was going to happen again. And my heart beamed with joy at thought.

“Yes coach.” I spoke obediently as he handed me his Olympic jumper, a frown of confusion covering my face. “Won’t people know we fucked or something if I go out wearing this?”

Lance shrugged, cocky as ever as a shit eating grin covered his face. “Up to you, Sweetie.” He leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms, just as he had done when we’d first entered. “But go out wearing that,” Lance gestured at my chest with his hand, and I suddenly realised he was referring to the gaping hole he’d created. “And they’ll definitely know.”

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Ik you've done something like this but can u pls do a smut were me, remus and Sirius are in a relationship and I'm remus's good girl and he's a soft dom with me but he's all strict w Sirius

Good girl and bad puppy

Or

Sirius getting wrecked and you treated like a princess

Enjoy darling <3

Warning: 18+

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“You do know he loves me more right?” Sirius asked slowly, as if he was talking to a daft toddler.

“Shut up Sirius” you hissed, “I know you‘re doing it on purpose.”

You hid your head behind your book again, desperately trying to block out his annoying face.

“He loves me moreeee” Sirius sang, his voice breaking midway and you snorted.

“Yeah right, especially with that voice.”

Sirius grinned, his tipical eye-crinkling, teeth showing grin. It let you know that he did not mean anything he had said earlier. Both of the boys loved you just as much as you loved them.

“It wouldn’t hurt for you do behave every once in a while though.”

Sirius’ face fell, as if you just said the most ridiculous thing in all those years you’d know each other.

“And why would I do that?” He looked genuinely spooked.

“Because he would be nice to you as well?” you said slowly, this time him being the daft toddler.

His face was horrified as he yelled out with utter disgust in his voice. “That is absolutely outrageous! Why would I want Moony to be nice? Ew! You take your vanilla shit and leave me out of this mess-”

“Alright I get it! Jesus Christ, you need anger management!” You cut him off, angrily turning back to your book.

“Vanilla shit, huh?”

Sirius closed his eyes, silently cursing under his breath. Putting on an exaggerated smile he turned in his chair, hugging Remus around the waist. 

“Moony!” he said, overly cheery, “Oh I’ve missed you! Sit, sit.” Sirius ushered him to sit and gave you a pleading look. Caving, you put your book down.

“Hi Rem” you smiled and he leaned over to kiss you after he kissed Sirius.

“Hi sweetheart, what were you talking about?”

You shrugged, cheeks tinting pink. Fuck, you are a terrible liar.

“Oh um nothing. You know, the usual...” Your voice trailed off and Sirius nodded ethusiastically. 

“Exactly!”

Remus smirked and turned to Sirius, raising a brow. “So you were discussing how vanilla I am?”

Busted.

You immediately responded. “I didn’t say that, Sirius did!”

Sirius gaped at you, mouth opening and closing a few times before he spluttered, “You - You utter bit-”

“Padfoot.” Remus warned, expression turning strict instantly. Remus hated insults out of the bedroom.

Sirius turned to him, a pleading look in his eyes. “Moony, I swear I didn’t mean it like that!”

Remus tilted his head to his right. “How did you mean it Sirius?“

Now it was Sirius‘ turn to blush. „I just said that I like you being“ he cleared his throat and rushed the last part “um- roughwithme.“

Remus smirked at Sirius and nodded to himself.

„Bad puppy.“

Sirius melted.

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„Moony?“ Sirius stuttered as Remus looked him up and down, a thoughtful look on his face.

„Can‘t decide if I want you to fuck her or if I want to fuck you...“ Remus said with a coy smile.

You bit your lip when you felt your cunt clench at his words, already wet from the way Remus was staring at the both of you. Like he just wanted to wreck you.

„I certainly wouldn‘t mind fucking her“ Sirius smirked, but Remus just hung his head and chuckled.

„I don‘t care if you mind Sirius.“

Whenever Remus said your boyfriends actual name you knew that the scene was starting. It was a warning, if you will.

You pinched his hand to make him shut up and for once he listened.

„What do you say pup?“ Remus looked at you, a gentle smile on his face when you shyly played with your fingers. „Tell Remmy what you want.“

„I want-“ you licked your lips exitedly „I want you to watch us fuck, Remmy.“

Remus‘ smile widened and he nodded his head. „If that‘s what my baby wants...“ He opened his arms and gave you the signal to start, leaning back on the chair to watch you. His two precious subs, both the most gorgeous beings in all of Hogwarts.

Sirius took the reigns and pulled you on his lap, lips eagerly smashing on yours and he kissed you sloppily. Your hands wandered under his shirt and you traced his soft skin with your fingertips, savoring his soft moans and shivers. He flipped you over, craling between your thighs and continued to kiss you soundly, hips grinding on yours. He slowed down, his clothed cock grinding over your bare cunt, slow and teasing.

“Stop showing off and fuck our girl.” Remus said between grittet teeth and Sirius smirked at the dom. Turning back to you he put your hands on the waistband of his boxers.

“Undress me” he drawled.

You tugged his boxers down and his hard cock sprang free, already flushed and leaking. You tried to wrap your legs around him and pull him close, but he blocked your attempts and forced you into a different position.

Your were on your hands and knees with your fae towards Remus when Sirius pushed in with a hard thrust, not even giving you a second to adjust before he pounded into you. You fell forward and let out moans and shrieks when he hit that spot inside of you over and over again. God, it felt so good. The veins of his cock were rubbing at your sensitive walls, his balls slapping your ass. The sight was obscene, being watched by one boyfriend as the other one just watched with a self-satisfied grin. Watching you get fucked like a slut.

Remus made his way over after a particular loud cry from you and took your face in both of his palms, thumbs smoothing over your flushed cheekbones. Your hands instantly clasped on his wrists for some stability.

He chuckled. “Look at my darling girl, getting fucked by our puppy, hm?” Both of you groaned at that, Sirius starting to get aggressive, fingers digging into your hips with one hand on your clit. 

“Ah there!” you gasped, thrusting back against him “Right there Siri please!”

Sirius growled low in his throat. “Oh? There?” He pushed so deep your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open. 

“Make my good girl cum, puppy.” Remus barked out, leaning in to swallow your moans.

“Yes, Sir.” 

Sirius pushed you further down with one hand between your shoulder blades and kept you there, adjusting his hips and oh. Hit punded your spot over and over again, his sweat dripping on your back as he fucked and fucked. 

“Is my beautiful girl gonna cum for her Remmy? Yes?”

You were gone at this point, babbling absolute nonsene as your desperately clawed at the sheets for some stability. 

“Cum, baby.”

You screamed out when your release hit you like a brick wall, your entire world turning white. Legs trembling, fingers shaking and your cunt clenched so tight Sirius was forced to stop moving. So full, you felt full to the brim. 

“Out, puppy.” Remus commanded and Sirius pulled out, sitting back on his knees, cock steadily leaking cum. Fuck, he had been so close. 

“Princess” Remus turned to you “Prepare our boy.”

You grinned and crawled over to the bedside table, pulling out a dildo. Sirius hated lube, the masochistic fucker said he loved the burn of the stretch. Remus sat down and pulled Sirius up until his back was resting against his chest and spread his legs, holding them up for you.

Remus kissed the side og his head and nipped at his ear harshly. “Don’t you dare cum, puppy.”

You pushed the dildo against Sirius lips and he spat on it, taking it in his mouth until it was completely wet. The dildo wasn’t exactly big, only a preperation before Remus fully stretched Sirius with his own cock.

You rubbed the tip against his tight hole and watched as he began to open up. Remus put his hands around his cock and bally, squeezing hard to keep him from cumming. Sirius let out a loud groand whe the tip slipped it, back arching with the delicious pain of the stretch. 

“You fucking slut” Remus mocked “Getting fucked with a fucking dildo like a whore. Thank her for pleasuring you!”

“Thank you!” Sirius cried out when you fucked him in a steady rhythm, the dildo gliding in with difficulty, making it feel oh so better.

You kissed his legs, biting at the flesh of his ass and went faster. You fucked him until his legs trembled and he couldn’t talk, before you ripped the dildo out. He chased you with his hips and begged shamelessly.

“Please no! Please Moony, please! I’m a good boy!”

Sirius was crying, his cock fucking hurt and his prostate throbbed with irritation of being yet again robbed from another orgasm. 

“Come here baby and wet my cock. Wanna fuck my little puppy.”

You took Remus in your mouth, suckling gently and wet him with your spit. He twitched at pulled away, too sensitive from watching you both the entire time without touching himself once. 

“Sit on his face.” Remus told you gently and you quickly straddled Sirius’ pretty face, effectively shutting him up by pressing your cunt on his mouth. Remus spit on Sirius’ hole, a degrading sight but Sirius relished in it, watching Remus push inside his tight clench.

Sirius nails scratched your thighs and he gladly tasted your pussy, his groans going straight to your clit. His tongue was everywhere, in your hole on your clit, sucking and slurping liek a starved animal. You were maoning loudly, your huips grinding on his face with sharp movements, hsi nose catching on your clit and making you cum for the second time. 

“Yes! Yes, lick it all up!” You cried out and gushed all over his mouth and Sirius whined, truly like a puppy, and lapped everything up diligently. You felt another pair of hands on your waist and Remus pulled you back, your tits pressed against Sirius chest and Remus fucked you.

Sirius was crying now, his third time being denied to cum, while you were getting your third in a row. 

“I can’t Remmy!” you shrieked “Please! Too much!”

Sirius and you were holding onto each other as Remus made a mess of you. He knew exactly what he was doing to reduce you to a blubbering mess. Giving Sirius nothing and you too much.

Sirius tugged you down to press a punishing kiss on your lips, angry that Remus treated you so gently and him like a slut. His teeth sunk into you bottom lip and you came again, falling against his chest. Remus growled and pulled out, jerking Sirius off in a fast pace and fucked into him deeply. With one hard thrust he came deep inside of Sirius, and Sirius shouted, voice raw as he finally came for the first time. His cum coated your fronts and Remus fucked his release inside of his tight clench, making it leak out from the sides.

“My precious loves” Remus cooed and kissed your cheeks. “So good f’me. Love you so much, c’mere.” 

Remus laid down in the middle, pulling you both to his chest and stroked your hair softly. You were a sticky mess, dried cum and sweat, but you didn’t care.

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Pair of Aces -H.D. [18+]

Warnings: Language, I made Harvey too hot for words, NSFW smut, drinking, smoking, car sex, self sex, oral sex, sex sex,  Harvey is a gift giver, I don’t make the rules, fluff, raunchy jokes and humor, sexy drink names

Paring: Harvey Dent x Reader

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Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: This is the official/unofficial part two to Baby Doll. You can find it in the link above! After writing the first one, I had so many ideas that I wanted to do so I made another and here we are folks. 5.6k words of complete self indulgence. Blame Elle, (who also made this fabulous banner for me, love you!)

Harvey had his arm draped over your shoulders, keeping you within reach. Sure, this was supposed to be a friendly poker game but that didn't mean he trusted these fuckers with being within ten feet of you. 

It really didn't help that you dressed the way you did. The short leather skirt alone was enough to kill him. But when he saw the white sleeveless crop top with a golden chain laced across exposing your breasts, he swore his heart stopped.

Pressed close to Harvey's side, you shivered feeling the chain brush against your skin. You could feel several pairs of eyes trail over your body, only making Harvey tighten his hold on you.

The game was supposed to be between Harvey, Roman Sionis, and Oswald Cobblepott. Once a month, the three men put aside their differences for a couple of games of poker. No business was allowed, except potential info against a common enemy usually centered around a particular bat-obsessed freak.

The door at the end of the hall had several men standing guard, looking down at you and Harvey.

“There was nothing about bringing a guest,” one said. 

“Didn’t want to leave her all alone, thought she could learn something tonight,” Harvey explained, tightening his grip on your waist. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, daring the guards to try and pry you away from him. 

The larger one huffed and crossed his arms, a grin on his face. “We’ll have to pat you down before letting you in.” 

Releasing his hold on you, Harvey stepped forward with his hands up as the guard patted down his chest and legs to make sure he isn’t hiding anything suspicious. Finding the gun in his coat, the guard gave Harvey a look before he raised a brow. 

“Gotta protect my girl somehow,” he said, looking at him. “You never know the kind of creeps are out there.” 

The guard shrugged and let him pass, putting a hand out to stop you from following him. 

“Hey! You did your inspection, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The guard’s grin got wider, his eyes hiding something malicious in them. “I said I had to pat you down, both of you.” 

“That’s a load of fucking bullshit,” he growled, stepping back to protect you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed his cheek. 

“Relax baby, I’ll be alright,” you assured, stepping back and putting your hands in the air. You felt the guard’s hands start on your waist and make their way up your torso, moving to grab your breasts. Before he could, you lifted your foot and slammed the heel of your stiletto into his foot. 

“Don’t you fucking think about it,” you frowned, listening to the guard hiss at the pain before finishing up and letting you through. 

Harvey chuckled, watching you handle yourself before grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest. Placing a kiss on your lips, he opened the door and led you in. 

The room was filled with smoke from cigars and cigarettes galore, and there was a bad smell in the air that reminded you of the gym locker rooms. It smelled of sweat, meat, and something else you didn’t want to linger on. 

Harvey’s eyes raked the room, eyeing Roman and Oswald already sitting in their chairs having what seemed to be a friendly chat. Walking further into the room, Harvey pulled out his chair and sat. 

“Sorry it took so long boys, had some personal matters to attend to,” he said, unbuttoning his coat and pulling out a cigarette. He looked at you, an expectant look on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you leaned over his body the leather skirt riding up your ass. Reaching into his coat, you pulled out the lighter and lit the cig in his mouth. He knew you hated it when he smoked, but he couldn’t deny how unbelievably hot it was to watch you light them for him. 

Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke, his eyes not leaving you. “Thanks, baby doll,” he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. Glancing to the side, he didn’t miss the looks Roman and Oswald were giving you. Wanting to prove that you were untouchable, he reached forward toying with the golden chain of your top. 

“Why don’t you go get daddy a drink?” he asked, brushing the skin of your breasts with his finger ever so lightly. 

“Yes sir, Mr. Dent.” you winked, standing straight. As you turned to pour him a drink, Harvey grinned and slapped your ass, earning a light squeal from you. 

Roman’s eyes narrowed in on the sway of your ass as you walked, what he wouldn’t give for an hour alone with you. Leaning on the arm of his chair, his gaze raked over your body lingering on your exposed breasts. He swore Dent brought you along just to brag, not that he would complain. The sweet image of you bent over the arm of the chair was enough to satiate his wants for the time being. 

Harvey narrowed his eyes, “Something on your mind Sionis?” 

You walked back over, Harvey’s scotch in your hand not ignoring the looks all the men in the room were giving you. Taking a sip of it yourself, you handed it to him, your lipstick staining the glass. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing with an ugly bastard like Harv?” Roman asked, a grin forming on his face. 

“More than you could ever imagine,” Harvey responded, glaring him down. 

Roman leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes watching you intently. Snapping his fingers to get your attention, he grinned. “How about a Kinky Blow Job, princess.” 

Harvey looked as if he was about to explode, gripping the arms of the chair he was in. Roman caught his gaze, not missing your flustered state at his bold request. “I mean the drink, Dent. Your girl should know how to do a Kinky Blow Job right? Or were those personal matters over a Juicy Pussy?”

Not wanting to be rude, you walked over and made the drink Roman requested. If you weren’t so well versed in various drink names this would have been a very awkward position. Mixing the pink drink, you put a straw in it before making your way over to Roman. 

His gaze alone was enough to give you shivers, Roman watched your movements like he was waiting for the right time to strike and make you his meal. 

“Here you go, Mr. Sionis.” 

Roman reached for the drink, his cold hand brushing yours ever so slightly sending shivers down your spine. “What’s the matter, princess, too cold? I know a way or two to warm my fingers up.” he winked. 

Pulling your hand back, you could feel Harvey burning holes into Roman’s chest as he continued to openly flirt with you not bothering to turn his gaze away from your exposed chest. 

“Will that be all, Mr. Sionis?” you asked, clasping your hands behind your back.

Deciding he had enough fun, he waved you away before looking at Harvey. “Such a polite little thing, how long did it take you to train her?” he asked, sipping his drink. 

The second you were close enough, Harvey grabbed your waist and pulled you down to rest on his knee. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he threatened, placing a kiss to the back of your throat. Your hand came to rest on his knee, squeezing gently as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder enough to leave a mark. 

“It’s a joke, Dent.” Roman chuckled, “Lighten up some,”

You felt his hand wrap around your middle, securing you against his chest resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Both of ya, shut the ‘ell up and play the fuckin’ game!” Oswald snapped, dueling out the cards. “Buch o’ bloody wankers.” 

Picking up the cards dealt to him, Harvey kept you close. There was no way in hell he was letting anyone, especially Roman get their grubby hands on you. Looking at his cards, he reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of bills. 

“Put half of that on the table for me baby doll,” he said, eyeing you as your body arched over to toss half the wad on the table. Handing it back to him, he took the bills, grinning as he stuffed them into your top. “Why don’t you keep that safe for me?” 

“Yes, sir Mr. Dent.” you breathed, feeling his fingers lightly brush against your nipples through the top.

Content with your reaction, Harvey leaned back in his seat as you turned and draped your legs across his lap. Placing his hand on your knees, he pulled you close. Watching his hand, he glanced at the other two before setting his cards down. 

“What’s with that look Dent, confident or scared you’ll lose?” Roman called, glancing up from his cards. 

“What, worried you’ll lose to me?” 

“I thought you liked to leave things to chance or was that all an act?” 

Harvey didn’t like the fact Roman was trying to goad him into betting more money. Looking at his cards again, he still had a high chance to win. Turning to look at you, Harvey slid a finger into your top and pulled it back enough to pull out the bills and toss them onto the table. 

You weren’t happy he fell for Roman’s obvious ploy at trying to rile him up. These poker games were meant to be simple fun between crime lords, but you knew how dangerous they could be. One second they were betting money, and the second someone’s ego got fluffed they gambled away their firstborn child. 

Hours passed, and you watched as they played through three games already and dealt out the fourth and final round. Each man won a round each, and this one was to take home the cake to prove who was the best poker player. Roman had a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you didn’t like the results that could come of that.

Oswald was oddly the most generous of the three, offering you free champagne and even a platter of sandwiches that were prepared just for you. 

Harvey however, refused to let you off his lap. He worried the second he let go, you would disappear. It said a lot when he didn’t trust his own men with you, but he trusted Roman and Oswald’s men even less. 

“Final round boys, ‘ow ‘bout we up the stakes?” Oswald asked, tossing the final few cards. 

Roman grinned, his teeth a shocking white against the dark of the room. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with his handwriting scrawled across it. “One free night with any girl of your choosing from my club.” Tossing the paper onto the table, his gaze turned to Oswald. 

“Up that, you old bird.” 

“Shut up!” Oswald thought long and hard, he didn’t have anything like that to bet. He didn’t dabble in sex clubs or prostitutes. He had more class than that, but he did have something a lot of people sought after. 

Pulling a piece of paper out, he wrote his offer illegible from your distance. True to form, Oswald Cobblepott had chicken scratch handwriting. 

“One free night, in the private secluded box in the Iceberg Lounge. Enough for you and two guests.” 

Nodding appreciatively, Roman smiled and turned his gaze to you and Harvey. His smile didn’t waver one bit, as if he knew what was about to happen next. “What are you going to bet, Dent? It seems money isn’t an option, fuck knows we have plenty of it.” 

“He could bet tha’ little ‘ore of ‘is?” 

Harvey’s grip tightened on your waist, holding you protectively against him. 

“What’s the matter Dent, I thought you were confident in your card skills?” Roman grinned, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. 

“No.” he growled. “She isn’t for sale.” 

“Oh come on Dent, why don’ you let the coin decide?” Oswald chuckled, knowing full well what Harvey would do. 

You watched as he reached into his pocket, toying with his coin between his fingers. 

“Harvey, you can’t be serious?” you asked, muttering into his ear. “I thought you said I wasn’t for sale, remember?” 

“Relax doll,” he said, turning his gaze to you. Harvey knew it was reckless, but he couldn’t refuse what the coin decides. “Have a little faith in me,” 

You watched with wide eyes as he set the standard. Heads, it was a no. Tails, you were to be placed on the betting table. The deal was one night, equal to that of the others and you had more than monetary value to Harvey. Or so you hoped. 

Flipping the coin, you held your breath watching as he caught it and flipped it onto the back of his hand to reveal the damaged side of his double-sided coin. 

Your voice died in your throat, looking at him with a concerned look. 

“You fucking asshole,” you snapped getting off his lap to stand behind him. There was no way you could watch this hand play out, not when your virtue was on the line. 

“Now that the bets have been placed, let’s play some cards, boys.” Roman grinned and began the round, his eyes not leaving your figure once. 

The next twenty minutes were some of the most agonizing twenty minutes of your life. You watched in worry as Harvey played the game. His hand was pretty good, but did that mean it was better than the others? At some point, you had to stop watching, the anxiety making it too much to bear knowing your fate rested in the cards. Biting your nail, you watched as they finally folded and waited for the results. 

Oswald flipped his card, showing that he had a full house. Not bad, but there were higher hands to play that could win.

Roman chuckled, flipping his cards over to reveal a four of a kind all in diamonds. That was a pretty damn good hand, if Harvey didn’t have a better hand it seemed you would be going home with Roman Sionis spending your night filled with Kinky Blow Jobs and Juicy Pussies. You couldn’t deny the man oozed sex appeal, but you wanted it on your terms and not from a fucking poker game. 

Clenching your fists, you watched as Harvey tsked and turned his cards to reveal a straight flush. “Sorry boys, but Y/N is going home with me tonight.” 

You watched Roman clench his jaw, irritated at the fact he lost a night with you all to himself. Getting from his seat, he put a hand in his pocket and adjusted his cigar. “Well played Dent, next time maybe you won’t be so lucky.” 

Both Oswald and Harvey got to their feet and shook hands. “Good game gentlemen, same time next month?” 

Harvey put all of his stuff into a bag before walking over to you. He didn’t miss the glare you were giving him, nor did he miss the way Roman sauntered up to you taking your hand and pulling you closer. 

“Such a shame to miss out on a night with you, princess. Maybe Dent will bring you along again next time and we’ll see what happens then.” He pulled your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss to your smooth skin. 

Giving him a hard glare, you bit your cheek. “You may be nice on the eyes Mr. Sionis, but you might want to remember you can’t buy the best things in life.” you snapped, pulling your hand away. “And I don’t come cheap.” 

Harvey bit his lip to hide his chuckle at the sight of Roman’s face. Walking over he wrapped an arm around your waist, planting a hand firmly on your ass. He knew you were pissed at him, it seemed he had a lot to make up for. 

“Later boys,” he called walking out with you on his side. As a silent promise, his large hand gripped your ass roughly while you walked, the skirt riding up to expose the underside of your cheek and black thong. 

“That fucker,” Roman growled, walking out himself. 

***

Harvey led you back to the car, where your driver and security detail waited. 

“You have a lot of groveling ahead of you Dent if you even think about sleeping in the same bed tonight.” 

Leaning to press soft kisses to your throat, Harvey wrapped both arms around you as he kissed your collar. “How about I start right now,” he muttered against your skin. “I know how much you love being fucked in the backseat.” 

Gripping his hair, you tipped your head back breathing heavily from his onslaught of kisses and public display. His hands wandered lower, toying with the bottom of your skirt as he pressed you against the car door. 

“You’re lucky you’re hot.”

Harvey grinned against your skin, before looking at the driver. “You go ahead with security, I have some business to attend to.” he grabbed the keys and unlocked the door, pulling away long enough to watch you slide in and spread your legs for him to see your dripping cunt on full display to him and anyone else around. Sucking in a harsh breath, he dove in after you and shut the door, locking it behind him. 

His lips were on yours in an instant, hips prying your legs further apart, the skirt bunched up to give him access. Harvey mumbled soft apologies against your skin as he left open-mouthed kisses across your collar. His hands danced across your thighs, as they made their way up to your pussy. 

Letting out a sigh, you arched your back feeling him swipe through your folds moaning at the sudden contact. His fingers entered into you, quickly stretching your hole to accommodate his cock to impatient to take his time with you. 

Gripping the leather of the seat, you moaned his name. “Harvey! Please!” 

Hearing your cries, his hand continued to thrust in and out of your pussy before pulling back and undoing his belt. Quick to pull out his cock, he fisted it several times watching you writhe and drip onto the leather beneath you. 

“Hold on baby doll,” he promised. “I’ll take care of you.” Gripping your hips, Harvey pushed your thong to the side and thrusted into you, bottoming out in two strokes. 

Your body spasmed, trying to take in all you were feeling. Sinful moans left your lips feeling him stretch you perfectly as he picked up the pace. All you could hear over your ragged breath was Harvey’s hushed apologies as his hips rutted into yours followed by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

You could feel the car rock back and forth from the force of his thrusts, Harvey desperate to make you cum. Reaching down, his thumb played with your clit making you tip your head back and kick against the door. 

“Oh fuck, Harvey!” you cried, gripping the back of his shirt. “I-I’m so close, baby. So close.” 

Hearing you gasp for air, Harvey thrusted harder into you knocking the air back out of your lungs watching as silent moans left your perfect lips. Your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Harvey driving into you. 

Swearing as your walls clench around him, Harvey moaned your name, continuing his pace. “You look so perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect as your pretty pussy takes my cock.” 

Feeling the build-up, your thighs tensed around his waist while you clawed at his shirt. 

“Fuck! Harvey, I’m gonna--” your words were cut off by a loud moan as you came on his cock, feeling it drip down your exposed ass. 

Thrusting into you twice more, Harvey buried his cock inside you as he came, marking you as his as your mixed juices pooled beneath you. The smell of sex filled the car, as he continued to place kisses all over your body. 

Panting heavily, you pulled his head up to kiss him. “Oh fuck…” you muttered, resting back against the car seats. Harvey looked down at you, pressing kisses to your cheek. 

“Let me take you home doll, really make it up to you.” 

Barely hearing his words, you nodded and closed your eyes. Feeling him pull out of you, you whined at the loss of contact before feeling his lips on your neck. Letting out a hiss, you tilted your head to the side feeling him suck the skin between his teeth really marking you as his this time. 

Tucking himself back into his pants, Harvey climbed into the front seat and started the car before driving off. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw you splayed across the back seat recovering from the orgasm he just gave you. He saw your lipstick smeared across his lips, chuckling at the thought of how fucked out he must look. 

You could still feel the ache Harvey left between your legs, begging to be used again. Reaching down, you slipped two fingers into your pussy trying to convince yourself that it was Harvey. The ache resided some, but it wasn't enough. 

“Harvey…” you whined, bucking your hips into your hand. “Please!”

Glancing at you in the mirror, Harvey swallowed hard as he watched your toy with yourself while begging for him. “I’m going doll, wait until we get home.” his voice strained, trying to keep himself from driving into traffic. 

Sliding a hand up, you gripped your own breast and played with your nipple through the top, continuing to finger yourself. “I want to feel you, baby, please! It’s too much!” 

Going faster than the speed limit, Harvey palmed his growing bulge as he listened to the squelching of your fingers pumping your mixed juices back into you. With every whine and moan, his pants got tighter until it was so painful he couldn’t focus. 

Pulling into the garage, he all but jumped out of the car before walking over to the door and pulling it open to see you fucking yourself until you came. Loud moans left your lips, echoing across the garage as Harvey watched you pull your fingers out and lick them clean. 

“Holy fucking shit doll,” he muttered, pulling you out of the car. Kicking the door shut, he helped you balance on your feet before leading you up to the bedroom, his hands not leaving your body once. 

“When we get there, I’ll make it all up to you,” he promised, muttering against your shoulder. “I’ll worship every inch of you, give you a special gift and everything.” His hands roamed your body, reveling in the way you shivered under his touch. He’ll make you forget all about his stupid bet, and make you feel so good you won’t want to leave the bed.

Leaning into his touch, you walked with him as he opened the door. “You still have a lot of apologizing left to do, better get started.”

Harvey hummed into your shoulder, leading you towards the bedroom of your lavish apartment. Entering the room, he led you to the mirror and held you against his chest. You watched his hands as they traveled up your body before grabbing your breasts through your top and giving them a tight squeeze. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night with this fucking top,” he grumbled, listening to your airy breaths as he played with your breasts. “Who the fuck thought it was legal to sell you this shirt?” 

“The sales per-person,” you gasped, leaning into his touch. Feeling him pinch your nipples, you hissed pressing your ass into his crotch. 

Keeping a hand on your breasts, the other slid down your body sending little bolts of electricity everywhere he touched you. “And this fucking skirt, so fucking tight around your little ass everyone was looking at what belongs to me.” 

His lips trailed from your shoulder up to your cheek, not taking his eyes from your flustered form. You could see his eyes burning into yours as you turned your face to meet his lips in a passionate kiss.

You felt his hands slide the skirt off of you, the leather pooling at your feet. Trailing over the soft skin of your stomach, he pulled at the top trying to get it off you. You could tell Harvey was getting impatient, so you pulled away from the kiss and guided his hands into taking it off your body. 

Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your black thong and heels, you couldn’t help but admire Harvey’s hands as they traced over every inch of you he could reach. Slowly, you stepped out of your heels as Harvey’s fingers dipped into the straps and began to pull the thong down your hips. 

Kneeling as he pulled it down, Harvey nipped lightly at your ass causing you to jump in surprise letting out a little squeal. Chuckling at your surprise, Harvey got back on his feet turning you to look at him. 

“How about a present for the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen?” he asked, holding you against him. 

Biting your lip, you gave him a nod as he led you over to the bed and made you sit. 

“Stay put,” then he walked off and disappeared to get whatever it was he was going to give you.

It took a few minutes for him to come back, holding three boxes all wrapped in deep red bows. What could Harvey have gotten you this time? The last time he decided to give you something, it was the deed to a whole island that he named after you. 

No one got to see this side of Harvey Dent, the side that truly loved you and strived to prove it with extravagant gifts, expensive trips, and more. 

Giving him a playful look, You watched as he knelt before you and placed the boxes at your feet. Pressing a kiss to your knee, he handed you the first box. “Go ahead, open it.” 

Taking the package from his hands, you lifted the top off and pushed back the tissue paper. Pulling the item out, you saw that it was a black and white lace lingerie set, complete with garter belts. Holding it up, you looked at Harvey to see his delight in you liking the first gift. 

“Oh Harvey, it’s beautiful.” you praised holding it against the expanse of your body. 

“I’d say try it on, but why don’t we save it for another night?” he chuckled, watching you move the box to the side only for him to place another on your lap. 

Giving him a look, you could tell this one was heavier than the last and that probably meant it cost more. Pulling off the lid and unwrapping it, you saw that it was a beautiful necklace with several strands of pearls strung across. 

You gasped, holding it up and looking at him. “Harvey, what did I say about expensive gifts?” 

“That cost nowhere as much as the island.” he smiled. “I thought I could get some pearls for my favorite girl.” Leaning up, he took it from you and clasped it around your neck watching as they cascaded down your chest and over your breasts. 

“Perfect,” he muttered, kissing your cheek. 

Turning your head to meet his lips, you pulled him into a kiss running your fingers through his hair. The cold pearls sent shivers across your body as Harvey pressed himself against you. “Baby doll-- fuck.” he chuckled, feeling your hands trail over his chest trying to unbutton his shirt. “I still have one more present for you,” 

“That can wait until you’re done apologizing,” you grinned, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. 

Harvey gripped your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed as he crawled over you. “I was hoping you’d use it as an apology,” he groaned against your lips as you continued to undress him. 

Your fingers danced along the waist of his pants as you unbuttoned them, sliding them down his legs. Raking your nails over his exposed skin, you helped him out of his pants and boxers moaning as you felt his mouth kiss everywhere he could reach. 

Moving down your body, he kissed every inch until he got to your hips. Nuzzling your skin, he bit into you leaving teeth marks on your hip. Harvey loved to see you all marked up, further proving that you belonged to him and no one else. 

Making his way further down, he propped your thighs over his shoulders and sucked on the supple skin enjoying the taste of your mixed juices and sweat. Leaving a trail of bruises up your thigh, Harvey licked between your folds holding your hips down as you cried out.

“Oh, Harvey!” Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to lick you clean. Your hips continued to move against his face, as he brushed your clit with his nose. 

Harvey’s tongue sent jolts all through your body, overwhelmed by the feeling of his ministrations through your folds. Your toes curled, feeling him enter a finger into you slowly pumping it in and out of you. 

Moaning against your cunt, Harvey added a second finger pumping them in and out of you at a sensual pace wanting you to feel every bit of it. 

“Please!” you gasped, pulling at his hair. “Please don’t stop,” 

Hearing you beg made him chuckle, the vibrations against your clit sending you closer and closer to the edge. Between his warm tongue and cool fingers, Harvey had you dangling over the cliff as if he was daring you to let go. 

You let out a scream feeling him brush the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers, massaging it until your throat was raw from your screaming. Glancing up at you, Harvey grinned seeing you so lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Fuck!” you tugged on his hair harshly, earning a soft moan from his lips sending more little shocks into you as he laid claim to your pussy. “Harvey! Baby-- oh! Don’t stop!” you pleaded, digging your heels into his back. 

Curing his fingers again, he felt your walls spasm around him as you came coating his hand and face in your juices. Your voice echoed around the room from crying out his name, relaxing back into the bed. 

Harvey’s face was still buried between your thighs, refusing to quit. 

“Come on doll, cum on my face again.” he groaned, peeking up at you. You looked to see your cum smeared across his lips and chin, continuing to finger you trying to coax your body into another orgasm. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, getting back to it. You couldn’t hear much over the ringing in your ears, but you swore you heard the words ‘favorite meal’ leave his lips as he licked you clean. 

“H-Harv-- oh fuck! I-I can’t..” you whined, feeling yourself being brought up again. 

“You can do it, I know you can baby doll.” he muttered against your body, “Give me another, and I’ll fuck you properly until you beg me to stop.” 

His words made your head swim, the thought of his cock buried within you while feeling like this was enough to make you cum again, screaming his name. 

Harvey lapped up every drop he could, making sure he licked your pussy clean only for him to defile it again. Unable to take anymore, you pulled his head up and over to kiss you. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it mingled with yours in your mouth. 

His hands placed themselves on your breasts, kneading them as the pearls rolled around his hands and towards your cleavage. Harvey enjoyed seeing you wear nothing but the pearls, as they bounced around your breasts while you moved.

Not wanting to waste another second, Harvey lifted his hips before thrusting into you again. Your tight cunt was enough to make his hips stutter, feeling your velvet walls wrapped around his cock. 

“Fuck doll,” he muttered against your lips. “You feel so fuckin--” his breath caught in his throat feeling you pulse around his shaft, cutting off his words before picking up the pace. You were nothing more than a blissful fucked out mess as Harvey continued to drive his hips into yours. 

Feeling the ecstasy build up, you dug your nails into his back leaving marks that would last for days. 

“Harvey!”

Not able to get out anything but his name, your body succumbed to the intense feeling as another orgasm took over you leaving you gasping for air. 

Burying his face in your shoulder, Harvey continued to thrust into you before cumming deep within you. Unable to take anymore, he let his body collapse against yours, melting together covered in sweat and cum. 

Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he cupped your face and looked at you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and Harvey would never understand what you saw in an asshole like him. Carefully, he lifted his hips and pulled out before lying next to you. 

Turning your head, you gave him a soft smile and kissed his lips. Wrapping his arms around you, Harvey pulled you close enjoying the warmth of your body. 

“Did I do good enough?” he asked, brushing his lips against yours. 

“Apology accepted,” 

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[drakenology]

boyfriend number 2

- hinata shoyo x fem!reader x miya osamu

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ content, smut, infidelity, exhibitionism (yall already know lol), degradation, dumbification/incoherence, cussing, raw sex, mentions of cum, raunchy hook up, poor unsuspecting boyfriend

Every day of the week you’re subjected to a routine. The same routine you’d been living since high school. With the same boy since high school.

Sure, Hinata was quite possibly the perfect boyfriend. He was sensitive and attentive, so sweet you almost felt sick. But in bed.. well he did his best. Always cumming a bit too quickly, nearly finishing you off or not even driving you close to an orgasm. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’ve faked it with him and with him being as sweet as he is Hinata didn’t suspect a thing. But you loved him, really you did. Hopefully, eventually, you could teach him how to please you.

But every so often, every now and again you found yourself with someone else. Sure it was wrong, but it was just different with him. With Osamu. Osamu was the hot volleyball player from out of town you had met one foggy night at the bar. It was supposed to be a one time thing, you swore to yourself.

But with the way he fucked you that night, you found yourself coming back for more everytime. You swore with every orgasm came a high you could never get with Shoyo. When you felt that ache of need, that dull feeling in your dissatisfied cunt when Shoyo went home for the night, you knew exactly who to call. And Osamu always answered, always so ready and willing to give you a filling the right way.

Not to mention he was insatiable, every spot left untouched and wavering would then be caressed, licked, sucked on, fucked. You’ll never forget the times he made you cum so hard, the cops were called from the concerning sound of your high pitched whines and sobs.

Eventually, his neighbors stopped calling when you came over, knowing that when you come over in your pajamas and an over night bag hanging over your shoulder as you happily knock on his door meant you’d be getting your insides flipped about 7 different ways in about a half hour.

Just like usual, Hinata flops next to you in bed. His chest heaves after another “wild” night with his pretty girlfriend who seemed to enjoy herself too. He peppered kisses along your shoulders and up to your ear and whispered a sweet I love you. You smile and close your eyes, sleeping in your boyfriends arms as he followed right behind you.

-bzzzt bzzzt-

Who could be texting you at this hour? You sit up groggily, squinting your eyes at the bright screen of your phone as you pick it up. It was Osamu.

“Be ready in 30, tell your boyfriend you’re goin out ;).” The text read, a familiar feeling in your chest starting to brew as you bit your lip. You slowly slip out of Hinata’s grasp and kiss his forehead, tip toeing around his room to find your clothes and all your belongings.

Just as promised, Osamu arrived in 30 minutes, honking his horn ignorantly as if it wasn’t about 12 o’clock in the fucking morning. You rushed downstairs about as quietly as you could and practically ran towards his car, jumping inside to escape the cold rain.

He drives back to his place with his hand on your inner thigh, his thumb caressing the flesh as his other hand turned the steering wheel. You knew running off with another guy behind your boyfriend’s back was wrong, but why did it feel so right every time you did it? Osamu had everything Hinata didn’t; passion with an attentive and doting nature.

Besides the bedroom, he made you feel like you were the sexiest thing walking. He was exciting and wild and unpredictable. Everything you didn’t know you needed until you started fucking him a month ago.

Even as you kiss Osamu’s lips pinned up against his apartment door, even as your clothes are casted aside all throughout modest space, you still think of Hinata and how much this would crush him if he ever found out. But when Osamu was inside you, shit, who the hell was Hinata? Osamu hoists you over his shoulder, walking into his bedroom with a firm smack on your ass before laying you down on the bed.

“Mm, I missed you, Osamu.” You purr, arching into his body as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“Ditto.” He mumbled, pulling your panties off when you lift your ass to help him take them off. His hands make their way to your already dripping cunt, clit swollen from the denied orgasm you were forced to endure just moments before coming here.

“What is that motherfucker doing to you, huh?” He asks, apologetically rubbing tender circles on the puffy bud. You yelp, so sensitive your thighs start shaking a little. “Bet he doesn’t even know what this is, does he baby?” You mewl in response, the pleasure going straight to your brain.

Osamu smirks at you, rubbing his fingers along your slit to relish in your wetness, your aching pussy practically gushing for him to do anything to you.

“You get so wet for me, princess. You get this wet for your little boyfriend?” He questions, hooking his fingers inside you to prod at your softest spots. You attempt to answer, shaking your head and letting out a shaky “uh-uh” as he fucks you with his fingers. Osamu kissed you sloppily, moaning into your mouth as his fingers moved faster, the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers causing his cock to make less room for him in his pants.

Your back arched off the bed, panting as his tongue lapped up your clit, his fingers hooking deliciously against your spongiest spots. His name was written on your lips, the only thing you can say before your stomach is in knots, pathetic moans leaving the pit of your chest as you feel yourself getting oh so close to cumming all over Osamu’s handsome face.

“I-I’m cumming, hnnnn fuck!” You scream, your slick dripping all over Osamu’s hand. He moans against you, pulling you closer as he suckled on your puffy clit. With a high pitched squeal, your coming undone, your thighs closing around his head as you pant heavily.

Osamu’s smirking against your skin before pulling away, wrapping his big hand around your throat and kissing you hotly. Your tongues swirl, moaning against each other as Osamu pulls out his heavy length.

Another thing Hinata lacks. Osamu’s cock always had you feeling so full, the perfect size to get you drooling. His girth alone was impressive, thick veins, the cherry on top. Don’t even get me started on those heavy balls, the ones that swing and slap at your already aching clit with every thrust of his hips. He ran his length along your dripping folds, tapping his perfect head against your clit as your hiss and writhe underneath him, desperate to feel full.

“Want it baby?” He asks, prodding himself at your desperate hole. You nod feverishly, rambling on about how badly you wanted to feel full, how much you wanted to feel him throbbing inside you. Of course your dirty mouth grants you your wish, Osamu’s cock stretching you with a slow motion.

“‘S so fuckin’ tight, baby. Gimme that pussy.” He moans, rutting his hips into yours, hands holding up your thighs to reach deep. You’re sobbing, tears falling onto the pillow beneath you as you let out breathy moans. Osamu’s mouth stop ghosting over yours to sit on his haunches, reaching over and grabbing something.

“Phone for you.” Osamu whispers, handing it to you, not halting his hips for no one. You grab it, darting your eyes at him as his dick kissed your cervix.

“H-Hello?” You croon, trying to sound like you’re half asleep.

“Y/N? Did you go home? Where’d you go?” You hear Hinata ask, unable to answer right away as your mouth hangs open at the searing hot pleasure Osamu’s cock brought you.

“I-I.. Yes. Sorry I didn’t wake you. I just- ah.. didn’t feel well.” You lie, biting your lip and rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit as Osamu fucks your harder.

“Well, you coulda stayed over. I would have taken care of you.” Shoyo lectured, your mind not even fixated on what he’s saying to you.

You nod as if he could see you, looking up at Osamu with pleading eyes, his thumb replacing your fingers as he played with your clit.

“Go on, baby. Tell ‘em you’re about to cream all over my fuckin’ dick.” Osamu huffs, almost loud enough for Hinata to hear. You chew at your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as Osamu works you open with his cock, hearing Hinata say something hoping you feel better.

The pleasure was too much, your mouth drooling as your lips formed an o-shape. Osamu laughs, realizing you’re way too dumb to rush Hinata off the phone. So he does it for you, like the nice guy he is.

“She’ll call back later. She’s too busy taking my cock to talk right now.” He says before hanging up, turning off your ringer and returning to his work on your cervix.

You blink away tears, throat hurting from all the screaming and whimpering as you approach another mind blowing orgasm.

“Hnnn, fuck, Osamu yes. Your cock’s so fucking big. Need it to make me cum, fuck! Hah shit!” You mewl, wrapping your legs around his strong waist.

“Yeah? Ooo that little fucker has no idea what this feels like, huh princess? Give it to me baby. Fuckin give it to me.” Osamu urged, eager to feel your gummy walls clamp down around him and milk him for every ounce of his cum as he brutally slammed his hips down into you.

“You’re my little whore, yeah? Like it when another man fucks your greedy pussy? Such a dirty slut. Say you’re a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut, Ah! I-I’m your dirty slut, ‘Samu. Uhhnnn!” The last thing you say before clenching around Osamu’s size, his cock throbbing furiously before erupting in white hot globs of his cum.

It was all so filthy, so raunchy and so wrong. Guilt was the furthest thing from your conscience though, laying limp and half asleep as Osamu pulled out and went to grab a towel to clean up. How could something so erotic be wrong.

You’d call Hinata tomorrow, try and explain everything when the time was right. But for now, you’d just lay there in your stupor, high off the euphoric orgasms you’ve experienced just then.

Tomorrow you’d make it right, even though it probably never could be.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu osamu #osamu smut #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu hinata shoyo #haikyuu osamu miya #haikyuu osamu x reader

[fruitcoops]

Could we please have a prequel to the praise kink fic? Because i really want to know why were Sirius and Remus not together and what did Remus send him. I really need context

I was hoping somebody would ask for this!! The aforementioned fic is here for any curious souls (18+ please) and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for spicy texts (not exactly nudes), and smutty feelings with nothing explicit

The bus went over a bump and Sirius winced as his shins knocked against the back of the seat in front of him, connecting with the metal brace inside. “Fuck.”

“You sure you don’t want to switch?” James asked next to him. Sirius glanced down at the veritable wall of gear and empty snack bags between them, then back to James in disbelief. He shrugged, then set his headphones back over his ears. “Worth a shot.”

“Merde,” Sirius hissed as a pothole nearly took off his kneecap. He gritted his teeth and readjusted, drawing his legs closer to his chest. I want to be home, he thought, allowing himself an internal moment to whine.

He checked his phone—not even ten in the morning. It was a Saturday, so Remus would probably just be rolling out of bed, still sleepy and soft with his hair sticking up like a disgruntled cat’s. Sirius sighed heavily and stared out the window at the small town rolling past in the distance; there was little he wouldn’t give to be back with him instead of on the way to a full week of conferences.

“Why did we have to win the Cup?” he grumbled.

James lifted one side of his headphones. “What?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t like they had had much time to themselves before that, either—Sirius’ schedule was packed with interviews that felt more like interrogations, and Remus had been running the PT department mostly by himself while Moody took a well-deserved vacation. They were dead on their feet every night, worked to the bone with little energy left to do more than cuddle and fall asleep. Still, Sirius was grateful for every second of it.

He waited ten more minutes before giving in.

New Message To: Re

Bonjour mon loup <3

There was no immediate response, which made sense, though he was a little bit disappointed. Sirius closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax; it would be at least another six hours before they arrived at their destination, and the bad weather gathering overhead didn’t bode well for quick travel.

His phone buzzed gently and he scrambled to answer. Don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg—

New Message From: Re

Morning love!

Thanks for the bagels <3

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said under his breath. The bagels had been a last-minute decision as he crept through the house in the early hours of the morning after carefully detaching himself from Remus with a final half-asleep farewell kiss. There was no guarantee he would remember breakfast with everything going on, so Sirius figured it was a safe bet to toast them and leave them on the countertop before heading out.

Message To: Re

Pas de problem

Sleep well?

Message From: Re

Decent

Missed you :(

Sirius rested his temple against the cold window with a soft sound. He hated leaving at different times, but that was just how their life worked at the moment.

Message To: Re

Missed you too <3

Three small dots appeared for a long moment before vanishing without a trace just as his heart rate began picking up. Where’d you go? he almost wondered aloud. Something bumped his arm and James raised a quizzical brow. “Loops,” Sirius said by way of explanation.

“I figured. He okay?”

“I think so? He just…disappeared on me.” Sirius was well-aware of how plaintive he sounded—James’ teasing smile was completely unnecessary.

“Aw, Cap,” he laughed, reaching over to mess with his beanie until Sirius slapped his hand away. “It’s alright, buddy, it’s just a couple days.”

Sirius jammed his hat back on his head and flicked James on the unprotected bit of his ear, making him yelp. “Fuck off, I know you’ll be a mess as soon as Lily FaceTimes with my godson.”

“He has a name, you know.”

“Sorry. You’ll be a mess as soon as she FaceTimes with Pocket Pots, who happens to be my godson.”

James rolled his eyes. “I regret giving you that title.”

“Nah, you don’t.”

As if on cue, his phone lit up again; Sirius ignored James’ snickering as he quickly unlocked it.

New Message From: Re

When will you be at the hotel?

“That’s it?” he muttered.

Message To: Re

That was a lot of typing for one sentence

6-7 hrs, if the weather holds

Why?

Message From: Re

Sorry lmao Reg came in for a bit

Just curious :) Keep me updated?

Message To: Re

Will do <3

Tell Reg he needs to wash his sheets. It’s been over a month.

A small thumbs-up emoji was his only answer, and he tried not to be too bummed. Remus liked having things to do; sitting there and texting Sirius while he slowly got further and further away was probably not his preferred way to spend a morning. With a sigh that was likely a bit too dramatic for the situation he was in, Sirius faced the window once more and buckled in for a long ride.

He chatted off and on with the others when they stopped for lunch, but everyone was exhausted from the combination of a packed week and an early morning. Even Talker stayed fairly quiet, and James kept his headphones on for most of the trip.

Sirius finally succumbed to his tiredness and put some music on, then dozed for an hour or three while they traveled through yet another field. A few halfhearted calls of “cows” made their way around the bus, though nobody seemed particularly enthused about being packed in with double the gear due to a broken storage compartment. Donuts and gas station coffee could only do so much.

“Just crossed the state border,” Arthur called from the front of the bus as Sirius tried to ignore the cramping in his thighs. Three hours. Just three more.

His music was interrupted by a soft jingle alert and he pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that Regulus hadn’t caused a fire anywhere. It was unlikely given the…well, everything about him, but with Sirius’ luck it could happen.

New Message From: Re

How far?

Message To: Re

About 3 hrs. Ran into some detours

Good day?

Remus remained silent on the other end and Sirius frowned. That was rather rude, and highly unusual. Between the two of them, Remus was the one who kept conversations going past the initial question to be answered.

Message From: Re

Attachment: 1 Image

Love you! Call me when you get there : )

Sirius opened the attachment and almost threw his phone in utter shock. Skin. Bare skin everywhere, its smooth edges broken up only by tight black fabric that may as well have been painted onto the curve of Remus’ ass. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, voice barely audible even to his own ears. It had been taken in their bedroom mirror; Remus looked over his shoulder, and Sirius caught the corner of a devious smirk on his lips. “Oh, you fucker.”

Message From: Re

Thoughts? They’re cozy

Message To: Re

Did you miss the part where I said three (3) hours

Message From: Re

Nope

Second one is a guessing game and u get a prize if u get it right : )

The second photograph was more zoomed-in than the first and Sirius wracked his brain, running through his mental catalogue of Remus’ body to figure out the answer. It did absolutely nothing to calm the situation in his pants.

He had no idea what the promised prize was, but anticipation made his hands shake slightly as he carefully scanned the picture. The shadows caught it at an odd angle—it wasn’t the steady slopes of his face or neck, nor was it the strong curve of a shoulder. Not enough freckles, either, he thought.

A lightbulb lit in the back of his mind.

Message To: Re

Right hip

Another thought connected half a second later.

Holy fuck you took them off

Is that my prize?

Re?

Remus Lupin I swear to god

TEXT ME BACK

Message From: Re

Bingo!

Christ you’re impatient, I was gone for like 2 mins

He chanced a look toward Pots, whose head lolled to the side as he snored.

Message To: Re

Hey quick question why are you like this

It’s a good thing Pots is out cold bc this bus is too small to hide anything

Message From: Re

Haha sux to be you

Sirius’ cheeks heated with a whole cocktail of different emotions as he furiously typed a response.

Message To: Re

‘Sux to be you’???

Are you 13 yrs old????

Message From: Re

Do you want your prize or not u horndog

Message To: Re

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

He took a deep breath through his nose and flexed his fingers.

Yes please

A simple smiley face—Sirius would never see those things the same—popped up, followed by an audio file. He triple-checked that his headphones were plugged in before tapping ‘play’ with an unsteady thumb.

His face went very, very hot before all the blood went straight to his groin and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand. Breathy sounds came through the heavy earphones, a little more crackly than they would be in-person; he heard Remus’ gasp catch in his throat and crossed his legs as best he could in the too-small seat, torn between thanking and cursing any higher power. He could practically see Remus’ face in his mind’s eye as the noises continued, intermixed with fragments of desperate words.

The file came to an end after what felt like the blink of an eye and a hundred years, and Sirius did not look away from the violently red seat cushion in front of him for a long moment as his brain came back online. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

He took a few deep breaths, though it did nothing to erase the poorly-muffled whines that still rang between his ears like church bells. Sirius huffed and turned to grab his waterbottle out of his duffel, only to make direct eye contact with Finn across the aisle.

Sirius froze.

Finn grinned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, too low to wake James but just loud enough to carry over the four feet separating them. Finn’s smile widened. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“How’s Loops?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That good, huh?”

“O’Hara, I swear to god—”

“Oh, is Cap spilling secrets?” Kasey asked, poking his head over the back of the seat.

Finn opened his mouth, but the force of Sirius’ glare must have been enough to at least intimidate him a little, because he shook his head. The smug Cheshire grin remained. “Nah, just having a chat about our plans when we get home.”

Kasey groaned. “You’re a lucky man, O’Hara. Both your people get to come with you. Nat sent me a promise, like, twenty minutes ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I won’t be available tonight from six to eight if anyone was wondering.”

“Did she really?” Finn looked back to Sirius, who bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his cool. Two and a half hours, and then he would be safe. Just two and a half more hours.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

I Melt With You - Bakugou Katsuki

All Parts:

Part 10:

“Hey, Bakugou.” You greet easily, waving at him. “Can you believe it?”

“Jesus- what the hell are you on about now?”

“Nothing. Just, this marks the third time I’ve seen you without injury. Good on you buddy, setting a personal record and everything.”

He huffs, pushing off the wall. Bakugou is without his costume, clad in just normal sweats. The sight makes you feel a little bad- it was obviously his day off, but there he was working. Sacrificing his time for you.

“Fuck you.” He grumbles, without any bite. “Seriously. Fuck you.”

“C’mon, grumpy, don’t get so huffy.” You say playfully. “I was mostly joking, but I did mean it. I think I like you a whole lot better when there’s no blood involved.”

He starts to smile, just for a second, before he quickly evens his expression. It’s like he’s trying to hide the fact that it was there at all, quickly spinning around and starting off at a brisk pace. 

“Woah, slow down, no need to run, speedy. I’ll take it back if you’re so allergic to me being nice.”

Bakugou doesn’t respond, but he does slow down. Just minutely. Hardly even at all if you really think about it, but hey, at least you’re not basically running after him anymore.

“What’s got you so cheery, hah?” He asks after a beat, making an intentional point not to make eye contact. “It’s late- you’re not tired again?”

His tone catches you off-guard, something accusatory underneath that has you scrunching your nose. You’re not exactly sure what he’s getting at, but you can read his prickly tone for what it is- Bakugou is making fun of you. 

“No. I’m actually not tired, thank you very much.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

“You know, that sentence from anyone else would offend me- but from you?” You scoff, squinting your eyes at him. “Well, I’m sure it was meant as an insult, not an insinutation; so I’ll refrain from calling you a pig. For now.”

“Call me anything and see where it gets ya, leech.”

“What’re you gonna do? Fight me?”

“Please, it wouldn’t be a fight.” He snorts, kicking at a rock in the road. It flies down the alley, all the way past the streetlamp’s glow. “See? I’d slaughter you.” 

“Yes! Probably!" You say in faux exasperation. "But it’s because you have way more practice at slaughtering people! I don’t know why you’re bragging about that- that’s totally not something normal people brag about!”

You throw your hands up, gesturing wildly, and Bakugou just sort of watches you. Doesn’t really react other than to evade one of your errant hands. You just barely miss him, the tips of your fingers clipping the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“What- nothing? You’ve got nothing to say about that? Course you don’t- because you’re proud of slaughtering people. Is that it? Huh?”

“I’m proud of winning.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Close enough.” He shrugs. “'Sides, it’s not my fault I wasn’t listenin’. Ya said so many damn words to me.”

“That’s so rude! You-“

Seeing his smile, you cut yourself off half-way. It should hardly even count as a smile, really, it’s much more of a smirk- something entirely self-indulgent and dripping with arrogance. You’re not sure if you wanna punch him in the mouth or giggle.

“You jerk. You’re messing with me!” On impulse, you knock your shoulders into his. Bakugou doesn’t flinch- nor does he budge whatsoever. “You’re just being mean on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Course.”

“Why? Just, I don’t know, be nice?”

“Fuck that. No thanks.”

“You incredibly rude- you know that?”

“And you’re fuckin’ annoying.” He retorts, knocking his shoulders into yours. Bakugou smirks when you stumble. “See- I’d murder you in a fight.”

“No one was debating that!”

He just bites his lip, throwing his head back. It’s like Bakugou is trying to hide his smile; exposing the strong column of his throat to you, pale skin gone 10 shades of gold under the streetlamp.

It steals the breath from your lungs- how devastatingly beautiful he can be. You have to tear your eyes away.

“Hey, Bakugou, it’s your day off right?”

He eyes you a little strangely. “Yes? Why?”

“Geez- Don’t be so suspicious.” You laugh. “I only asked because I was curious.”

“The hell you have to be curious about?”

“Just what you’d be doing right now otherwise- you know, if you weren’t stuck walking me-“

“‘m not stuck. Wouldn’t do this if I didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, but still.” You take a breath. “What I mean, is that, I’m sorry if this is burdening you. I know this probably isn’t what you wanted to do on your day off.”

He eyes you, sniffing for a moment while he juts his chin out. “Eh- it’s fine. Walking this far outta my way is good excercise anywa-“

“This far? Oh my god- are you serious? Where do you live?”

“Far enough.”

“Bakugou.” You say sternly, staring him down. You’re well aware he’s not a man who’s easily scolded into revealing the truth, but damn if you weren’t going die trying. “Seriously- how far?”

“Fuck’s it matter to you for?”

“Because it just does! Now, c’mon really, I’m gonna feel like, super bad if you say you’ve gotta take a train her-“

“No train, so quit bitching.” He scans the street for a moment, before turning back to look at you. “Not that far. Half an hour, maybe, if I was running.”

“If you were running? What about walkin-“

“Not walking so it doesn’t matter.”

“It does!”

“It fuckin’ doesn’t-“

Then he’s standing ram-rod straight, slapping an open palm over your stomach and pushing you back. You’re flying back into the shadows, back slamming against the brick wall. Gasping, air knocked clean out of your lungs, it’s all you can do to keep your eyes open and watch him leave.

Bakugou hardly even looks back before he’s soaring past the end of the alley, explosions igniting under his palms. There’s no one, all is quiet, silent and tense and then- bam.

A mottled mass of muscles and pulsating flesh barrels through the building beside Bakugou. Debris rains down onto the street, down onto the exact spot you were standing moments ago. The flying detrius knocks Bakugou off course, and the blonde hardly dodges before the creature is slinging fists his way.

“Shouldn’t’a been makin’ such a scene!” Bakugou is all smirks and haughty confidence, seamlessly twisting and dodging the creature’s strikes. “Gave yourself away- I’ve got you now!”

Even breathless and winded, you can’t help but stare. Bakugou truly is something else- a terrifying bullet in the air, bordering on frenetic as he dodges. He’s so fast you’re worried he’ll catch fire. There’s a reckless sort of smile on his face, stretching his lips back around canines you’re sure are sharper than before. He’s throws his left palm out, explosion recoil throwing him just past the creature’s next attack. It’s enough of an opening for Bakugou to surge in, flashbang fingertips making contact with the beast’s abdomen.

“Really, that’s all?” He challenges, grinning like mad when the beast flies back from the impact. “No strategy at all? That’s not gonna fuckin’ work!”

And then he looks back at you, just for a singular moment, while the beast is bent over from his previous blow. The sight nearly knocks the air out of your lungs all over again.

Bakugou is terrifying. Manic and bloodthirsty and feverish almost, chest heaving with every labored breath. There’s something wild in his eyes, coloring his features in blood that hasn’t even been spilled yet. It’s intimidating and scary and overwhelming, but he’s dazzling too. A crazed smile, so blinding and brilliant, that it leaves an after-image long after he’s blasted away again.

Something snaps in you then, and you’re diving behind the nearest dumpster. It’s a little gross and cramped, but you hear plaster cracking around you, and suddenly it’s not so bad anymore. Your eyes are wide, watching the battle- and even when hidden it still feels too close.

Your heart is trapped in your throat, a battering ram even as you try to catch your breath. Everything is loud, and chaotic, and you’ve never been this close to a real battle before. It scares you. You clasp your hands around your ears, trying to block out the gargling and explosions. It’s not enough, your breath still picking up as explosion impact rattles the asphalt beneath your feet.

“You’re done!” You hear him shout, and suddenly the air goes white and hot, and bright.

You screw your eyes shut, and bite back a scream as an explosion rattles every surrounding window. The sound swallows everything, and the light show is even worse. Even through your eyelids it’s blazing. Bright enough to have you diving to the ground and tucking your head between your knees.

Then it’s quiet. Complete silence other than the ringing in your ears. You hear impact, a warbled groan, and then the sound of his voice.

“You fucker.” He roars. “I’m fuckin’ busy, you weak bitch, can’t ya fuckin’ see that?”

Another thud. Another groan.

“All this shit for some cash? Just get a job, you fuckin’ loser. Like the goddamn rest of us.”

You peak your head over the dumpster, and see Bakugou standing tall over the collapsed body. You’re not entirely sure how the villian’s quirk operates, but the mass of flesh is deflating by the second, leaving behind a skinny mess of bones and sinew.

“A front, hah? Pathetic.” Bakugou sneers, grinding his teeth before he snaps. “On your fuckin’ feet weakling- ‘m taking you in.”

Bakugou hauls the skinny man to his feet, trapping rail-thin arms tight to the man’s back. It’s only then that you choose to emerge, staggering slighty on your shaking legs. It’s like you’ve got tremors- your body practically bowled over by the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“H-help- I didn’t-“ The skinny man starts, before Bakugou is sending a knee into the base of his spine.

“Don’t speak to her, you shit-stain.” Bakugou curls his lip. “Shut the hell up.”

You’re not really sure what to do then- caught between wanting to high-tail it in the complete opposite direction, and surging towards Bakugou. Because, if you weren’t certain before, you definitely were now; Bakugou knew what he was doing. And if worst ever came to worst, he’d stay true to all his threats. Nobody was getting to you while he was around.

“Follow. C’mon.” Bakugou nods towards the end of the street. “Police station. You know where it is. Let’s get the hell to it already.”

You just start walking- almost on autopilot. There’s a weird fuzz settling in your brain, the adrenaline seeping and leaving nothing but exhaustion behind. It’s disorienting because you weren’t even part of the fight- Bakugou had shoved you back long before you could have ever been in any real danger.

You’re not sure how he knew- how he could have possibly predicted the villain coming through the wall, but even still, you’re gratetful. Because you’re not hurt, only frazzled where you would’ve been massacred without him there.

Bakugou waits for you to pass him by, and only once you’re a good few steps ahead, does he start shoving his prisoner forward. The walk is tense and silent, the only noise being the occasional pained groan from the skinny man. There’s an undeniable air of intimidation coming from Bakugou, rolling off his skin and permeating every spare inch of air. It only adds more stress to an already harrowing situation.

The police station lies just where you remembered it, but you’ve never been this close before. You’d only seen it down the end of the street as you passed by- only through the fuzzy haze of exhaustion after your shift ended. Now there’s nothing hazy about it- just a stark white building and big glass doors. Big glass doors that Bakugou is surging through, prisoner in tow, and ordering you to stay behind.

When he’s through the door, it’s like your heart finally starts to catch up. You can feel it’s thud slow against you ribs, no longer jumping at every slight sound. You eyelids feel heavy, further weighed down by the headache you feel coming on. You lean against the wall of the station, bending slightly at the waist as you ground the heels of your palm against your temple.

“All good?” You hear his voice some time later, Bakugou’s footsteps heavy as he approaches. “You get hurt?”

“No- ‘m fine.” You chew your cheek, straightening as you look up at him. “I think.”

He studies you for a moment, red eyes flitting across your face. Bakugou grimaces. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah. Was scared.”

“It’s fine now.” He huffs, frustration lacing his features. Bakugou clenches his hand, releases, and repeats twice over before he speaks again. “Got ‘em already, so you can chill the hell out now. Alright?”

“Yeah- yeah sure.”

You try to agree, but your voice doesn’t sound right when it leaves your throat. It’s a little too hoarse, empty of almost all inflection. You’re not particularly pleased with it and Bakugou is even less so.

“You need a few minutes or something?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, like even asking the question pains him. “Need to call somebody?”

Bakugou looks incredibly uncomfortable- eyes shifting around wildly and refusing to settle. All of his battlefield-confidence, even that self-assured smirk seems to have disappeared entirely. He huffs a pained breath and leans back against the wall next to you. His shoulders are just barely touching yours, voice pinched and tense when he speaks.

“I know it’s loud- but it’s over now. Now you just go home, and you sleep. Nothing is gonna happen to you.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Bakugou tilts his head skyward. He grinds his teeth, once, twice, and smooths out his grimace. “And I’ll fuckin’ be there so don’t go spiraling about it, alright? You’re safe now.”

You nod, rolling your lips together for a moment. He’s not meeting your eyes, not even attempting to, but you can’t help but stare. Can’t help but track all the lines of his face; the way his nose slopes, and the set of his eyebrows. He doesn’t look like before. Not crazed, or manic, or brutal. He’s just Bakugou. Maybe a little grumpy, but mostly just uncomfortable- exactly the way you’ve come to know him.

Something in you settles at bit at that.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's go." You kick off the wall, putting one foot in front of the other. "I'm more than ready to be home."

Bakugou just watches you, and you can see him reach a hand out before immediately dropping it. His lip curls up in disgust- and that just confuses you. You wonder where the Bakugou from a few minutes ago went; the one who seemed so entirely sure of himself.

"Faster." He says, overtaking you in one long stride. "Stallin' around at night is never a good idea."

You suppose he's right, but you never would've believed him before.

Prior to tonight, you had never been a part of a villain attack. You hadn't even seen a villain on anything other than TV re-runs. Your neighborhood was quiet, the streets never holding any danger, even at night. Now, though, every shadow seems suspicious, every sound a precursor for something far worse. Your well aware you just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time that night, but that didn't make the reality any easier to handle. If Bakugou hadn't been there, if he hadn't show up dead on your balcony months ago, then you would've been gravely injured by all that falling debris.

The thought makes you feel weak all over again. Has your fingers curling in your gloves- itchy and uncomfortable and helpless.

You're quiet as you walk, caught up in a million spiraling thoughts. Bakugou doesn't seem keen on conversation either, keeping a few paces ahead and scanning for other danger. Occasionally he'll turn back, check to make sure you're following, and all you can really offer is a nod and a shaky sort of smile. It doesn't satisfy him at all- you can see that every time he sets his jaw.

"Oi- Leech." He snaps in front of your eyes, waving his hand back and forth. "It's- stop lookin' like that already. All freaked the fuck out. You look ridiculous."

His haughty tone as your blood warming, fingers clenching at your sides as you walk. You're not sure what reaction he's after, but all you can really think to do is get angry.

"I am freaked out! You were there! You saw that guy! He was huge!" You snap, squinting your eyes and waving your hands around. "If you weren't- I- what am I supposed to do when that shit happens? Huh? I can't fight, and even if I could I wouldn't, so what am I supposed to-"

"Nothing." He interrupts. "You do nothing, and you hide. Like you did."

"Yes, because you pushed me! If you hadn't I would've been crushed by all that- and how on Earth did you even know he was coming?"

"Vibrations. In the ground." He squints at you, a little confused. "Did you not-"

"No!"

"Damn," He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "You really couldn't feel that? Jesus, you really are clueless. No wonder you were so freaked out."

In that moment, you're a little sure you could strangle him. All his skill you'd seen earlier suddenly didn't matter at all, and you were sure you could take him down with nothing but rage alone.

He- vibrations? You didn't feel anything! You felt nothing and even if you had, you would've assumed it was an earthquake. No one except for him and his battle-addled brain would've ever assumed it was a villain of all things!

"Calm down," He seems to be fighting a smile, lip twitching up. "You look fuckin' ridiculous right now. 'm not scared of you, leech."

"You should be! I'm about to strangle you right now-"

"For what?"

"For- for- I don't know! You just make me so angry with your 'Oh, you didn't feel that?' bullshit!" You tilt your voice lower, coating it in gravel to mimic him. "Of course I didn't feel anything! I'm not like you- I don't have freaky super-human instincts and explosions and I can't just go fight somebody!"

True to his word, your outburst doesn't seem to scare him. If anything if seems to pull the smile from him more, lips pulling back into a grin even he has no chance of hiding.

"There she is." He stuffs his hands in his pockets, falling back a little to walk right beside you. "Thought you'd gone into shock or somethin'."

"So you- on purpose?"

"Said that shit about vibrations? Yeah." His smile turns wolfish, all sharp canines and pink gums. "There were no fuckin' vibrations, idiot. I heard the plaster cracking."

In that moment you're the surest you've ever been- you were going to murder Bakugou Katsuki.

"You dick!"

Your hands are out before you can stop them, shoving forcefully at his side. He just looks at you, rolling his eyes, and then decides to let you tip him sideways off the curb. It's the worst kind of victory- a pity one that he let you have.

"Chill out, already." He laughs. "Only said shit so you'd stop bein' all miserable. You should be fuckin' thankin' me."

"I'm not thanking you!"

He steps forward, one long stride eclipsing you entirely. Then he spins, facing you with another crooked grin, and you're digging your heels into the cement to avoid crashing directly into his chest.

"I said-" He starts, hands in his pockets and leaning forward until he's practically towering over you. "You should be thanking me."

His voice is low, sly and challenging as he grins. He looks positively predatory- but attractive too. The worst kind that leaves your heart stuttering in your chest for almost no discernable reason.

"G-get away from me." You fluster, taking a step back. "I'm not thanking you."

He shrugs, falling back to a safe distance. You don't miss it though- the way his grin goes just a little wider, entirely satisfied. He won, and he knows it.

"Suit yourself, then leech." He says, voice light. "If ya wanna mouth off so much, then 'm not fuckin' saving you next time."

He says the words, but you're almost entirely sure he doesn't mean them. Not with the way he is now- beaming and pleased under the moonlight. You wonder if he always gets like this; so happy just after a victory. It's the kind of sight that almost makes the entire ordeal worth it. Almost.

You walk through the doors of your apartment, shuddering a long sigh of relief. The walls feel safe, security and peace etched into familiar walls. Even with Bakugou stomping behind you, the serenity isn't disturbed all that much. He's still in his rare good mood apparently, and he doesn't even grumble whatsoever.

Truth be told, you're still a little shaken, but the interior of your apartment puts you at ease. Even if you don't feel nearly as infallible as before, home is a good feeling- it always is.

"You know- you know that you just got unlucky, right?" Bakugou seems to struggle for a moment, kicking the door shut behind him. "It's- that's- shit like that doesn't usually happen here."

You're not sure where his sentiment is headed, and he must see it on your face. He flares his nostrils, sighing something long-suffering and dramatic.

"I'm sayin'- that wasn't part of anything else. It was just the one idiot, so it's not any more dangerous here than it used to be. 'm sayin' don't waste your time worryin' about that shit."

Something in you warms a bit- just a fraction. You're not sure how he knew, how he always seems to know just what you're thinking, but at this moment you don't care to find out. There are some comforts better left experienced instead of studied- and you figure this might be one of them.

You smile, something soft and fond. "I take it back- I will thank you. So thank you. I'm sure I'd be a lot worse off if you weren't around."

You watch him fluster, watch him itch in his skin and shift his weight around. Eventually he settles on turning his back, moving towards your fridge as he speaks.

"Probably. You froze up completely- woulda been piss poor job performance to let you get killed." He's swinging the fridge door open, and the white light just makes it more apparent- his cheeks are pink. "Got ice packs in here somewhere?"

"I-Ice packs?"

"Yeah. Knuckles are gonna bruise up if I don't ice 'em."

You look a little closer then, at his fingers curled around the handle of your fridge. His knuckles are a little swollen, bruised up and red where the skin had split. It doesn't look too bad, much less serious than any other injury he'd come to you with, but that doesn't change the itching in your own fingers. You want to help him- now more than ever it seems.

"Shit- sorry." You breathe out, nearing a little to get a closer look. "I was so freaked I didn't even think about asking- are you okay? You're okay, right? Nothing else, no bones or blood or-"

"Calm down. 'm fine."

You look at him again, squinting for eyes for a moment. He just rolls his own, extending his arms out and flipping them. He was telling the truth- there's only one other scratch on him, and even that was already scabbed over. The only issue were his knuckles- and that sets you at ease.

"You want me to wrap them for you?" You ask, looking up at him. "Oh wait- actually, you'd probably want to do that yourself, huh? Since you're not on the brink of death this time and actual-"

"You do it."

"Huh?"

"I said- you do it." He won't meet your eyes, turning back to your fridge and opening it up once more. He makes himself right at home, grabbing one of the water bottles off the shelf without asking. "Did it all the other times, so you do it. Don't think you're gonna get away with cuttin' corners on me."

"I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, that I know you find it annoying when I'm all fussy so I just-"

"Shut up already. You continuing to run your mouth is the only thing that's annoying me right now."

You're about to retort, something offended and assuredly juvenile, but you decide against it. That night had been filled with far too much conflict for your liking, and you weren't about to incite more of it. If he wanted you to wrap his knuckles, then you'd wrap his knuckles. You figured it's the least you could do for him.

Turning your back on him, you start for the bathroom, and the first aid kit inside. A part of you considers just permanently moving the kit into the kitchen, but that sort of seems like you're just inviting more misfortune. You keep hoping that one day you'll stop having to patch Bakugou up at all, but from the looks of it, that isn't likely. Not even a little bit considering his obvious bloodlust.

"You wanna-" You start, walking back into the kitchen. You're shocked into stillness by the sight of him searching through your cupboards. "Um, what exactly are you doing?"

"Hungry."

"Okay, caveman, I just- you're not seriously trying to cook right now are you?" You near him, hands hovering in the air. You're sure he wouldn't appreciate it, but a large part of you just wants to grab at his shoulders and shove him away from everything. "Stop that- lemme get you fixed up first. Then I can call for something. I'm not gonna let you exert yourself any more than you already have."

Bakugou seems a little perturbed by that, whipping his head around until you can see wild red eyes. You almost sigh; what you wouldn't give for him to just chill out for once.

"I'm not saying you can't cook. You probably could, I don't know." You near a little more, dropping the first aid kit onto the countertop. "I'm saying, you've already done enough today, and you deserve to take it easy. So let me help you by wrapping your hands up. That's all."

Bakugou's in the midst of another internal struggle, before he visibly forgoes it. His shoulder's drop and the tension leaks until he's settling into one of your dining chairs. He sets his hands out on the table, clearing his throat at you until you kick into motion.

At this point, cleaning up his hands is practically a daily chore. You've gone through the motions more than enough times to be adjusted, but even still, his hands still freak you out a little. You'd never seen anyone who radiated so much heat- even just being next to him was like sitting in front of an open flame.

Your fingers are gentle, skidding over his hands with feather-light touches. He seems to slump in his chair, eventually just laying his head on the outstretched arm you weren't actively working on. He watches you closely the entire time though, red eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"Do it again." He says. "Too loose. Do it again."

You're half-way through wrapping his right hand, only a small amount of bandage left. Not only would you have to do the bandage over entirely, but you'd have to unwrap it completely first.

"You always say that," You mutter, exasperation coloring your voice. "What makes it so much better the second time around, huh? I do it the exact same."

"It's just better. Takes longer."

You're not really sure what he means by that, and Bakugou doesn't look all that thrilled that he said the words at all. He jumps in his chair, cheeks gone pink as he digs his face into the skin of his arm. He's hiding.

It strikes you as even but odd, but you shrug off the strangeness all the same. You're getting far too used to his particular brand of bizarre.

"All better now?" You goad, patting the bandage after you've finished re-wrapping. "Everything feel nice and perfect for Prince Bakugou?"

He lifts his head. "You're not funny."

"You always say that too. But it's okay, I know one day you'll finally come around and appreciate me."

He just laughs under his breath, but he smiles too. Grins something tiny and small that he hides in his shoulder.

You start finishing up his other hand, and Bakugou doesn't say anything otherwise. He just sits, resting his head on his arm, and watching you intently. He's all calm and even breathing, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. You'd thought him adrenaline-crazed earlier, but it seemed he was coming off of that high rapidly. You could feel the exhaustion too- almost lulled by your movements just as much as he was.

You start gathering away all of your materials, and he doesn't even move. Just sits in perfect stillness at your table.

"I- I didn't accidentally touch you right? That's not why you're like that?" You ask, smothering a yawn. "Super exhausted, I mean."

He shakes his head. "Nah. Normal tired. Didn't fuck up this time, leech."

You don't have it in you to respond, hardly even rolling your eyes at his remark. His jabs don't hold much bite anymore- you begin to wonder if he's actually getting nicer or if you're just growing a ridiculous tolerance.

You brush off the thought, pushing away from your table and rising from the chair. "You still hungry?"

"Yeah. Wanna sleep first though so don't worry about it."

"Okay; well, I'm definitely going to so-"

"I said don't." He supplies evenly, finally sitting up in his seat. "It's fine. 'm not fuckin' starvin' or anything."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

His insistence sells you, but you're not sure if it's because you actually believe him or because you just want to. Either way, you figure it doesn't matter much in the end, not to the way your limbs are quickly bowing to exhaustion. You feel the fatigue settling in, and you'd like to blame that for your next actions.

"C'mon then, sleep time, I guess." You say.

Then you cross the kitchen, passing behind him, dropping your hand on his shoulder. You hardly let it sit, just running your thumb over his shirt once, twice, and then continuing on your way.

He takes several seconds to finally follow you into the living room. Enough to have you looking back in confusion, unable to understand why he looked so very stunted where he still sat.

"Jesus, you're annoying." He finally grumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

His steps are loud as he crosses the room, stopping just a few inches in front of you. He grabs at your arm, raising your wrist himself and plucking the glove off in one fluid grab. It if wasn't so sudden an action- so ridiculous and fast and borderline violent, you might have even been flustered.

As it was though, he just grabbed your wrist before you could really register it.

Familiar warmth floods your veins. The same burning, slow heat that makes it;s way through each vein and artery. You think maybe your knuckles ache a little bit too, but it's too hard to tell through your quickly increasing sleep fog.

Bakugou lets you go pretty quick, falling back on your couch in almost the same moment.

"Better?" You ask, mirth warming your words. "Had to do it yourself because I was taking too long?"

"No, 'cause you pissed me off."

"Doing what?"

"You know what you're fuckin' doing."

Then he's grabbing the blanket, settling it over himself gracelessly while he flops over. He's face-first into the cushions now, effectively ending the conversation in much the way he typically does- by refusing to engage entirely.

You just roll your eyes a litItle fondly, still not even beginning to understand.

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DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 10

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana embarks on a casual but obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and Kinky fuckery.

Its Negan so expect swearing and strong sexual content throughout

Chapter 10 - Giant box of sex toys

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana is invited to stay the night with Negan before he leaves for a long run. Seeing yet another side to Negan's personality, she realizes her feelings for her handsome fuckbuddy might run a little deeper than she cares to admit. (ctd from shower scene ch9)

WARNINGS🔞 marking, sensation play, sex toys, butt stuff. daddy kink, edging, lil bit o' fluff 

"You are mine now, to do with as I please. I don't have to leave until the day after tomorrow and when I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk. I'm going to make sure you can still feel me while I'm gone."

Legs clamped around his hips, face inches from mine, his words reverberate through me...I'm completely under his spell, caught up in the intensity in his dark eyes and the promise of his undivided attention. I've longed for this. Eyes still locked, he lowers me gently, smirking at the power he knows he has over me. 

"Now turn around princess let's wash that shit outta your hair"

My hair is lathered, massaged, and gently rinsed. The last of the blood of those who dared to defy us, swirling away down the plughole. A long but comfortable silence falls over us as his fingers glide softly over my neck, shoulders and arms. The first time we've been together without the constant banter and I don't feel the need to fill the space with chatter. I focus on his soapy hands moving firmly but gently over my body. A softness to his touch, a tenderness I'm not familiar with. He finds the knots above my shoulder blades, thumbs pressing circles into my aching muscles.

"Ugh...That feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, there...down a bit..left a bit"

"What about there?" he applies more pressure, chuckling as he squeezes a tight knot.

"Ow...fuck..ow..yeah...that hurts"  I laugh, wriggling beneath his strong hands "...Dont stop though"

"What about this bit…..right...here…"

"Oooooohh….you fucker" I squirm and chuckle" You really fucking love hurting me"

"Hahaha, yes I fucking do….and don't pretend you don't love it. Now stop fucking wriggling" He delivers a stinging slap to my wet ass.

"Ahhh"

"Never get fuckin tired of hearing that, princess" he chuckles giving me another slap.

"Ahhh. You're a sadist" 

He laughs a genuine warm laugh. I feel his breath on my neck and a row of delicate kisses. I react to his touch with a roll of my head giving him better access. Sweeping my hair aside, grazing me softly with lips and teeth, we almost feel like a normal couple….almost

"Yes I am...a sadistic fuck….mmmmm….your ass looks good with my handprints on it...and you girl, you, are a masochist....so what the fuck are we going to do about that?" 

Hands weaving into my hair, twisting until it's balled in his fist, his weight shifts behind me, lurching forward, pressing me splayed against the shower wall. My breath hitches, the sudden change in tone and temperament excites me. Teeth clamp down onto my neck, and I moan quietly as he sucks marks onto my skin.

"See.." his voice low in my ear "Fucking…..Mine". 

Withdrawing suddenly, he releases my hair and switches off the water. My heart pounding, I wait silently against the wall, listening as he moves behind me. I love the excitement of never knowing what he's going to do next.

...And then I feel the softness of his lips kissing my freshly bruised skin and I'm carefully turned around and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. I look up at him from under my lashes, mesmerized as he gently rubs my hair and tenderly pats me dry. Well this is….a whole new level of unpredictability. I'm surprised by this softer caring side of him but I've got to admit, I like it, and I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be a wife. Arranging the towel around me he tucks it in, my look of total confusion is lost on him as he flashes me one of his heart stopping smiles. He kisses my forehead before turning and grabbing himself a towel, tucking it casually around his waist as he strolls off into the living room.I peer around the door frame after him as he pours two drinks from an expensive looking decanter, following him into the room as he sets the glasses on the coffee table. He sits on the sofa, pats the seat beside him, I sit, like a good girl, and accept the glass he offers me.

" We did a great fucking job tonight….we make an awesome team"

"No one messes with us" I grin, raising my glass.

"Damn fucking straight!" 

Our glasses chink together and we take a sip, his eyes never leaving mine, watching me over the rim of his glass

"You did good…...I'm real fucking proud of you"

Proud of me? He leans forward to wipe a splash of liquor from my lips, his thumb lingering. Then closer still, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. My stomach does a weird and unexpected thing. That feeling you get as the rollercoaster tips over the first dip? And did I just blush? A smile plays at the corner of his lips, his thumb still lightly resting on mine. I find myself searching his eyes, softer now, and the wicked twinkle is back. Overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, I lean in…..and of course he pulls back, sinking into the sofa taking a sip of his drink. Damn it! Why did I do that? I know the rules. Trying to disguise my disappointment I fiddle with my towel and take a large swig, emptying the glass while thinking of something to say to ease my frustration.

"So, you all set for the run?" I ask casually. 

"Yeah, Simon's just finalizing a few things, then we're good to go"

"I wish I could come" I glance across at him. God, did that sound needy?

"Yeah.. me too... but I need you here" he glances back, looking sincere.

"You sure? I can be so much more useful..."

"Ana, no, it's decided." he interrupts "You're staying here" He drains his glass.

Is he angry with me? Did I go too far? Nodding, I draw up my legs, resting my chin on my knees, and stare pensively at the empty glass... I'll miss you...That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. What's wrong with me? I know what this is. Ok, enough now, stop being weird you'll scare him off and he'll pack you off back to your own room. I have him all to myself for tonight, and tomorrow, and I'm making the most of it. He looks back at me, resting his hand on my knee.

"You know, you're one of the few people I trust to handle things here while I'm gone...I need you….here"

More praise. My stomach does that thing again and I try to look cool, but I know he sees right through it. I need to get a grip. There's a long lingering eyelock and a bite of his lip before he snatches the glass from me and rises from the sofa with a chuckle. I hear him refilling the drinks.

"I got you something"

"Really? What is it?" 

Resting the refills on the table he sits next to me, passing me a box fastened with a satin bow. I look at him puzzled as he grins like an excited child on Christmas morning.

"You're gonna fuckin love this!...come on, fuckin open it"

I grin back and pull the bow, lifting the lid and stare into the box.

"Oh…...A giant box of sex toys…for me…..you shouldn't have" I smile

"Yeah! You fuckin love it, right? I knew you fuckin would. Don't worry they're all brand spanking new in the wrappers. Couldn't believe my fuckin luck when we came across this sex store on a run, surprisingly well stocked, not really survival essentials I guess, well except for you? nudges me and chuckles "Been keeping them here….cos…..Well.... I knew you'd fuckin appreciate...."He wiggles his eyebrows, his tongue poking out between his teeth. He's genuinely pleased with himself. 

"....ya know….Since I'm gonna be away…." he grabs my wrist. "…and it might be a while…." pulls me towards his lap. "....and I know how antsy you get if I'm not around to satisfy you..." I straddle him smiling widely."...so…." he grasps my hips tightly.".....you will wait for me until I get back…." rolls his hips upwards. "...no screwing around…" he grabs at my ass. "..no one gets to fuckin touch you but me…." squeezes my ass. "...you behave when I'm not here…understood?" He grips my chin firmly."... Are you gonna be a good girl while daddy's away?"

Oh yeah, I know what this is. I like this game and I'll happily play along. I am definitely going to make the most of it.

"Yes" I nod"

"That is exactly fuckin right." His grip tightening on my chin.

There's a sudden knock at the door that jolts us both. I sigh and reluctantly dismount. He answers the door, returning with a tray of snacks, a tub of ice cream, two spoons and a satisfied grin.

"Time to eat princess" He sets down the tray as I rummage through the box, selecting a large dildo, wiggling it with a smirk.

"Yeah... but look at this"

"Impressive" he chuckles sitting himself back down " I mean, not as good as the real fucking thing obviously" he clutches himself under the towel " but it should tide you over while I'm gone"

"You are so thoughtful" I smile sweetly

"I really fucking am" he grins " I am sooooo fucking good to you. Now eat. You're going to need your energy." he winks, I turn my attention back to the box, inspecting and unwrapping a shiny new butt plug, waving it at him.

"But daddy…  I want to play"

"Get back here on my lap you bad fuckin girl... I said eat...Now open wide princess" I look shyly at him as I open my mouth for him. "Oh princess..who do you think you're fuckin kidding? I know you can open wider than that" And then we feel normal again. We eat and talk and laugh, teasing and fooling around like best friends, as though the cruel world outside never existed. I get to see the part of him that no one else does, except maybe the wives. Maybe that's why they do it. Maybe it's not so bad afterall. A sliver of ice cream escapes the spoon, trickling down my chin.

"You're not doing a very good job of this" I laugh "I can feed myself you know" 

Leaning forward his tongue strokes over my chin and across my lips.

"Yeah, but this is more fun"

His cool lips brush against mine as he trails the spoon lightly down my neck and collar bone, cold metal grazing against warm skin. His eyes on mine he unfastens my towel and it falls away. The spoon continues its journey torturously slowly across the curve of my breasts, resting on a nipple which hardens on contact, sending a shudder right to my core. I react with a whimper and grind against him. He watches the spoon travel to the other nipple. I inhale sharply, grinding again.

Leaning in he licks slowly over my nipple, teasing with cold lips and tongue over the sensitive bud. My body begs for more, arching backwards, grinding rhythmically against the hardening beneath his towel. He reaches between us pushing it away, revealing his swelling cock, and pulls me to him as he takes my nipple fully into his mouth. Sucking, cold tongue swirling, teeth nipping and pinching. The other nipple between finger and thumb rolling and tugging. 

And just like that I want him.. again. Never get enough of the way he makes me feel, the way my body reacts to him. I want him on me, in me, but more than that, I crave the intimacy, the closeness. No longer satisfied with a quick casual fuck, am I becoming obsessed? Feeling him growing beneath me, all self control goes out of the window. I slide along his length, giving myself the friction I need, coating him in my arousal, my hands threading into his hair. 

"Look at my needy little princess getting herself off on daddys big cock" His hand grabs firmly at my hair and tugs. 

I know he doesn't feel that way about me. Just another toy, another plaything, willing to let him do whatever he wants, but I can't help myself. I always want more.

Reaching for the metal plug he dips and holds it in the ice cream, then puts it to my lips, offering it to me to lick clean. I hold his gaze, his eyes darkening again as my tongue swirls across the cold surface.

"I know what I want to eat next" he smirks "On your hands and knees princess"

Obediently I pry myself from his lap and position myself on all fours. His long large fingers slide tantalisingly between my folds, exploring the wetness flooding from me. Fingers gliding up and down from clit to ass and back again, spreading my arousal.

"Babygirl, you are fuckin soaked...practically dripping….and it's all for me….I want to taste that sweet honey now, princess, hold still for me" 

I quiver as I feel his mouth on me. 

"Mmmmmmm" he hums against me as he hungrily devours me and I desperately try to hold still as his tongue teases my pussy and ass. 

"Princess, I said hold still, and you better not cum until I say."

I feel his finger circling the tight hole, permitting him entrance as he slowly eases in. I inhale sharply, stifling a moan, holding off the inevitable.

"Fuck!" I gasp

"You like that princess?"

"Mhm" I mumble into the leather

"Use your words princess. Tell me what you want,"

"I like it...I want more...please"

"Good girl"

Another wet finger is pushed inside, stretching me. It feels so good I can't resist the urge to bear down.

"Oh god...I'm gonna.."

"..Tsk tsk" he tuts at me withdrawing his fingers, delivering a spank "I said keep still" he scolds

"Please...I'll behave" I plead, desperately needing my release.

"Yes, you will, darlin" 

The icy cold metal of the plug is pressed against my clit, it sends electricity pulsing through me. He teases my cunt, coating it in my juices, dipping it inside me, sliding its way to my ass where it rests. Pushing in a little he holds it there,fingers back to circling my clit, the perfect speed and pressure. My jaw clenches, eyes clamp shut, teetering on the edge of orgasm, I pant and clutch at the leather.

"Oh god, oh god...please"

"Breath princess, you're doing so well but, I want to hear you beg" he insists, pushing it in a little more, meeting resistance as I subconsciously clench, twisting, taunting me. I wriggle and get another slap.

"Fuck! Please"

"Beg me"

"Please...I need to cum...please...please daddy"

"You've been so good babygirl……"

Easing in further, the cold metal, the stinging burn on my ass, the rubbing of my clit, its overwhelming.

"Thats it, Babygirl…..cum for me" 

Pushing it in all the way, I'm sent soaring over the edge, back arching, trembling, convulsing. I cum so hard I feel it dripping from me.

"Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you…." 

The jewelled plug sitting snugly inside me, he runs his hand down my back, strokes tenderly over the sore pink handprints on my cheeks as I shake from the waves of pleasure rushing through me.

"...Mmmmm….your ass looks so pretty princess."

I feel him lining up behind me, running his shaft between my folds coating and wetting himself, teasing me with his tip. I'm still shuddering and shaking as he grabs my hips and plunges into me. 

"Holy fuck!" 

I'm completely filled. Holding me tight as I contract around him, he growls low, withdrawing slowly only to snap back in as far as he can go. I moan loudly, the double penetration almost too much to bear. Snap. Hold. Snap. Hold. Over and over. Every thrust as powerful as the last. Gradually picking up speed I brace myself against the sofa, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets his pace, hitting me deep inside, the sound of his groans triggering the heat again, building and spreading, washing over me. Praise and obscenities pour from his lips. Hard relentless fucking until he loses his rhythm, withdrawing quickly and the warm wet splash of his release spills on my back.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the sofa.

"Fuck, princess!...God fuckin damn!"

Gently, he wipes me down and casts away the towel.

"Does look good that pretty jewel in your ass, might request you wear it to the next savior meeting" he grins "our little secret, I'll enjoy watching you squirm" He chuckles. "Think you're gonna enjoy my little gift?"

"Sorry can't speak"

He laughs and lifts himself from the sofa, taking the box of toys and tray of snacks over to the bedside table, nodding for me to join him on the four poster.

"Can't walk either" I laugh

Shaking his head he scoops me up carrying me to the bed, placing me down gently and handing me a bottle of water. He lays down beside me, head propped on his arm, watching me sip the water. 

Reaching across me to the tub of rapidly melting ice cream, he kisses my neck and says in my ear

"Oh, I am in no way finished with you yet"

He grabs the tub and sits himself upright, loading up his spoon, looking at me with a dark smirk.

"Best eat up, princess. I promised to fuck you all night, and I am a man of my word"

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John Shelby #2

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Think a couple swears but otherwise non

Word Count: 1.3k  

Request: Can I request some John Shelby fluff where after work they go to the garrison with the family to have a few drinks and they are just acting real cute we are sitting on his lap laughing and whispering in each-others ears and the family tease us for being so cute and how he is totally whipped for his wife. Then they walk home and just cuddle in bed and talk before going to sleep. Just some wholesome fluff love your writing by the way it’s soo good you just get so immersed in it ❤️ @obsessedunicorn24​

a/n you’re so sweet, this literally made my day - also hope this is okay!

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As it always was on a late night, the Garrison was full to the brim with people stumbling out the doors and spilling drinks. You had been married to John for a while, childhood sweethearts and often spent your evenings in the Garrison, dancing until the sun rose.

This evening, all the peaky blinders were in the Garrison, you were yet to arrive as you had a late afternoon nap. The day before you had been working so were exceptionally exhausted. You felt comfortable walking to the Garrison alone at night as you were well known as a peaky blinder’s wife and therefore was considered untouchable.  

You walked into the Garrison weaving in between drunk men with women hanging on their arm. Your eyes quickly met your husband who was stood at the bar, you intended to surprise him but he turned round to leave the bar and smiled as he looked at.  

“Who’s the hot lady?” he whistled, laughing.

“Shut up John,” you smiled as you leant into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a soft kiss to your hair.  

“Got you a drink, let’s go sit down,” he whispered, his arm was still looped around you so he led you to your booth.  

“Hey guys!” you smiled as you saw Thomas, Arthur and Polly. The all greeted you as you sat down next to John. His hand resting gently on your thigh.  

After a while of chatting, Isiah, Michael, and Finn came over, but the table was a chair short.  

“Don’t worry, I'll move,” you smiled as Finn had begun to look for a chair to drag over. Before anyone questioned you quickly shifted your weight onto John who was sat next to you and sat sideways on his lap freeing your chair for Finn.

As the night grew old, your corner of the pub was full of laughs, with bets and card games going on with your family. You had still been sat on John’s lap despite Polly going to see a friend during the night.  

You were engrossed in the current conversation topic and just sat listening to the debate. You felt John press a soft kiss to your ear lobe, lightly biting your skin.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered into your ear. You didn’t respond just laid back, your ear pressing against his chest. Taking his hand in yours you pulled his hand to your mouth and littered his hand with soft kisses.  

He just smiled and tilted you chin up towards him so he could plant a firm kiss on the corner of your lips.  

“Oi get a room you two,” Tommy yelled from across the table. You blushed and sat up a bit straighter, so you could pay attention better to the current conversation. Meanwhile John just smirked and rested his chin on your shoulder.  

“y/n do you prefer gin or whiskey?” Arthur asked. You had assumed there was more to the conversation but you had been preoccupied in your little bubble with John.  

“Umm, whisky, I think. Go for the strong stuff,” you winked.

“That’s my girl,” John cheered as he kissed your neck.  

Even though you had made a conscious effort to stay in the loop with everyone else at the table, the business had caused you to drift back into your own little world with John.  

You sat straight up, chatting to him and giggling as he whispered into your ear. Most of his jokes were innuendos or cheesy jokes.  

“Hey, y/n, you’re sitting on my lap and we should discuss the first thing that pops up,” he joked. You loved his crude sense of humour. Left speechless, you lightly smacked John on the chest, although you did find it funny.  

“Hey, y/n, have you been baking, because you just made this ginger nut,” John winked.  

“You’re not even a proper ginger John, you’re only like half ginger,” you whispered as you ran your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“I’m tired, let’s go home Johnny,” you whisper into his ear. If you didn’t, he would struggle to hear you.

“Alright lads, y/n’s tired, I'm going to take her home. See you later fuckers,” John smiled as he slid you out of his lap.

Arthur chuckled and did a whipping motion as you began to lead him away from the corner.  

As you walked the short path from the Garrison to your small home you shared with John, you giggled uncontrollably as your husband gently pushed you as you told him jokes.  

Your fingers were lightly laced together as you danced and dragged John to join you. The two of you were now stopped in the middle of the street outside your front door. John was looking into your eyes gently, and while holding your hands, the other gently brushed a stray bit of hair out of the way. You smiled up at your husband as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.  

“Let’s go to bed hot stuff,” you winked and began dragging him inside, locking the door after you had entered.  

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked and shed his shoes and jacket before grabbing you and dragging you upstairs.  

The two of you laid in bed, your head on his bare chest, his arm cradling your figure gently running up and down your bare arms. With your free hand you gentle traced shapes onto his chest. After being in this position for a good few minutes, he grabbed your finger and pulled them to his mouth to gently kiss them.  

“You have no much idea how much I love you y/n,” he whispered. Even though you were alone in the house, you both found yourself talking in hushed tones. It made conversation feel so much more intimate.  

“If it’s even close to how much I love you John, I have a decent idea,” you looked up to be met with his bright blue eyes. You leant your head up, shifting your weight onto his chest, to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.  

“We should go on a nice holiday together,” John suggested.

“Really? What were you thinking?” you questioned, shifting back down to the previous position you had been in.

“I’m not sure, but I just want to spend some time with you all to myself, no distractions,” John whispered before lightly kissing your hair.  

“That sounds beautiful,” you breathed.  

“We could go to America, have sex in another continent. Maybe that could be our goal. Have sex in as many places as possible,” he winked.

You lightly slapped his chest, to reprimand him for being so crude. Although, you had to admit you liked the idea of it too.  

You two sat discussing holiday ideas, some a bit more graphically planned than others. Until you began to drift off, slowly. John felt your breathing change, with soft snores escaping your mouth as you buried yourself into John’s chest.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Interrogation, Part One

Also known as Jake and The Real Bad Week, Part One. Directly follows Come Back. I’ll alternate these with Chris, so you get an idea of what’s happening to both at about the same time. 

CW: Violent beating, electric shock, references to past noncon to another person, institutional brutality, pet whump setting, box boy setting, referenced past domestic abuse

Tagging @finder-of-rings, @burtlederp (@stxck-fxck, it won’t let me tag you!)

“You know,” Jake says, feeling blood thick on his tongue, “usually for something to be considered interrogating, you have to ask a fucking question.” He spits off to the side, trying not to think about the copper taste, the pinkish saliva on the floor. 

“Thanks for telling me how to do my job,” The guy says. He’s older, has a blocky face with a rough-cut jawline, looks like the kind of guy you call the muscle in a movie. His hair is a light sandy blond, graying with age. Could be late forties, early fifties. Could be younger and just lived kind of a shitty life. 

“Well, you haven’t done it so far, so I figured, maybe you just need the help.” Jake keeps his voice low, almost calm, although anger boils in his veins, alongside worry. This is what his mother always told him would happen, if he kept getting deeper into the movement. If you stick your neck out for somebody, Jake, sooner or later someone else is going to come cut your head off.

Fuck if he cares. Somebody has to stick their necks out for the rescues.

Jake thinks of Chris the night he came, the shivering boy with his hair plastered to his head in the rain, silent and with his hands always in tight fists, held perfectly still, at his side. Wide green eyes, rainwater running down his face like tears. Wrapped in a blanket and wearing nothing but a loose pair of nearly-sheer pants that rain had made stick to his legs. Nat, speaking in hurried half-whispers with Vince, who had picked the boy up from some woman he knew and brought him here in the dead hours of the night.

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn’t know anything. His captor called him Baldur. 

Jake thought of taking one look at the delicately wrought, beautiful face and thinking, there’s no fucking way you were eighteen when they found you.

The guy cracks his knuckles. Jake doesn’t flinch.

“I’ve asked you enough questions,” The guy says, kicking out a chair like he’s going to sit, but he doesn’t. “Jakob Collins Stanton-… Collins is a weird middle name.”

“Mother’s maiden name,” Jake shrugs, as best he can. “Mom’s from the South, they do that down there.”

“Hm. My people are Southern, too.” 

“Must be where you get all this fuckin’ hospitality.”

The guy’s fist cracks across his cheekbone and Jake groans, but feels a weird sense of victory, anyway. Pissed you off, nyah nyah, sing-songs a bratty little voice somewhere inside his had. 

“So,” The guy says, like nothing happened. “Jakob Stanton, Junior at the university, but you’re, what, mid-twenties?”

“Non-traditional.”

“Can’t blame you. College is a fucking money-sink these days. Better off going into a business like mine.”

“What, law enforcement?”

There’s a pause. Then, “Yes,” The guy says. Jake raises his eyebrows. “Anyway. You’ve been working at this shelter for… let’s see here… two years. How’d you meet Natalie Yoder, anyway? She’s a known dangerous entity.”

Nat, wild-haired in her housecoat and pajamas, screaming obscenities at the cops to make sure the sounds were loud enough to cover the sound of Jake getting Chris safely hidden in the false-backed closet. The sound of someone slapping her, and the way it didn’t even slow her down.

The red marks on her face when they’d loaded her into the back of one squad car and Jake into the back of the other.

The relief on her face when no one came out of the house with Chris. The way Jake’s pounding heart had leapt, seeing the officers empty-handed, knowing that it meant Chris had understood, had stayed hidden, silent, safe.

Jake closes his eyes, hoping, praying someone will find him and help him. Chris can’t be on his own, not yet, he doesn’t have any of the skills. They hadn’t had time to work on adult life skillsets, yet, just getting him settled, letting him remember what it was like to live in his own skin again. 

Please, please don’t leave the house. Please be safe there. Please, please, please, Chris. I’m coming back for you. They can’t hold me forever.

Please. You deserve someone who keeps their promises, please let me keep my promise to you.

Please let me be able to.

“Yeah, lady who runs a homeless shelter and volunteers at a fucking soup kitchen, she’s a real menace to society,” Jake says dryly.

“You know damn well I’m not talking about her volunteer work. She’s been on our radar for… oh, ten, fifteen years?” 

“Whose?”

The guy stills, then. “What?”

Jake stares into the guy’s flat gray eyes. “Whose radar, man? Whose radar is Nat on? Whose radar picked me up?”

The guy looks at him for another long moment, then looks down at the papers littered across the table. There’s one of those mirrors along the wall, where people on the other side can see you but you can’t see them, but Jake doesn’t think anyone is watching. They’ll want plausible deniability, they’ll want no one to have seen him getting the shit kicked out of him by some asshole on a low-level power trip.

“I asked you a question.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You don’t ask the questions here.” The guy slides a slim manila folder out from underneath the other scattered papers. Jake’s eyes scan the front, where someone has handwritten 223499. The number means nothing to him, beyond a simple certainty that there’s a Box Boy or Box Babe in that folder.

Antoni? Leila? Krista? Chris? Kauri? Could be any of them. Could be one of the others that’ve moved on or moved out. Transitioned back into the lives they deserve, not the cages they’d been locked up in, so WRU could convince them they signed up to suffer.

“‘You don’t ask the questions here’,” Jake mocks him, knowing he’s treading a delicate line, but his palms are starting to sweat and his face hurts and he’s fucking had it with this. “What is this, a movie? Jesus, do they feed you lines to learn at the Academy, or…?”

The guy laughs, a dry, mirthless chuckle. He keeps his fingertips on the folder, then straightens his spine and stands back straight, looking at Jake. “Does it matter? It’s true, cliché or not.”

“Look. I get that you’re enjoying yourself, but I’m more than a little bit over this. Just let me leave, you don’t have shit.” Jake’s been here for hours, and he’s fucking exhausted running on the like three and a half hours of sleep he’d gotten before the raid. He’s got class on Tuesday, he needs someone to take notes since apparently he’s going to be in fucking jail.

Well, unless they have nothing, the way he thinks they do.

“How do you know if we have something on you or not?” The guy asks, his voice low, but genuinely curious. The silence stretches out between them.

Something is off about this.

“What are you charging me with?” Jake asks, watching cautiously as the older man shifts back, steps casually around the table. Jake’s eyes follow his movements. His hands are zip-tied behind him, and he keeps feeling the hard edge of the plastic rubbing against his wrists. It’s starting to hurt, and he’s sure that’s the whole idea of leaving him like this. 

Well, his wrists can join the parade of everything else that already hurts, it’s a club now, and his throbbing, burgeoning black eye is the current reigning president. 

“Whatever we want,” The guy replies, and Jake snorts, then winces as that aggravates whatever happened to his nose on the last punch. It’s not broken, but it’s definitely pissed, and probably his nose is as responsible for the taste of blood in his mouth as biting his tongue is. He can feel something running down the back of his throat, making him clear his throat and cough. Could b blood.

“Well, that tells me something,” Jake says, sitting slowly back in the seat, looking up at the guy. “You’re not a fucking cop, are you?”

It’s a shot in the dark. Just a hunch, something that itches between his shoulder blades. Something about the way the guy moves, the way his uniform doesn’t look quite the same as the other cops, like it’s old-fashioned or something. 

Something about the way the cop looks at him, not like a cop looking at a suspect, more like a butcher looking at a cow and figuring how much he’s going to pay to cut it up.

The guy goes still, before he laughs that dry little rumbling cackle again, and it’s all the answer Jake needs and definitely not the answer he wants. Because if he’s not a cop…

“I know what you are.” Jake’s voice goes nearly breathless, something not quite like panic. Deeper than that is the anger.

Finally, I get to see one of you fuckers face to face.

“And what,” The guy asks, rolling his sleeves up, a carefully practiced gesture of intimidation that makes Jake wonder if he does this in the mirror every morning just to be impressed with himself. “… is that?”

“You’re one of them.”

“Them?” The guy’s gray eyes, flat and lifeless, are on his again. Jake smiles, blood smeared wet across his teeth. Got you.

“You’re WRU.” Jake laughs, then coughs a little and spits more blood from his tongue onto the floor. “You’re fucking Facility assholes. Fucking handler. What, you paid the cops off to raid a fucking halfway house for homeless kids? Jesus, does no one actually sign up willingly? Is this how you get ‘em, you fucks with your goddamn bullshit about changing your life circumst-”

The backhand slams into the side of his face and Jake’s head snaps to the side, his body moving with it, and without his hands he can’t stop himself and he crashes to the ground on his side, head bouncing off the floor with a sickening crack, the chair he was sitting in clattering down after him.

But he’s still kind of laughing, through pain and the air that’s been knocked out of his lungs. What are the fucking odds, huh? He’s been training for cops, for law enforcement helping prop up a shitty system because the government makes the laws and we follow the laws, but that’s the thing, sometimes the laws are bullshit and leave hurting, fucked up, terrified people scattered around in their wake.

And sometimes people like Jake can see it happening.

Stick out your neck, Jake, and the cops’ll find out and cut your head off. This isn’t your fight.

Well, it sure as fuck is now, isn’t it?

He can’t stop laughing, now, because they made him practice how to talk to cops, but nobody ever figured he’d have to deal with a goddamn handler, assholes brainwashing kids like cult leaders into losing their memories, their lives, their independence, their personalities, burying it all under a wall of pain and drugs and fear.

Why didn’t he train for handlers?

Jake laughs, and spits more blood on the floor. Then he laughs some more.

“Shut up. Just keep your fucking mouth shut,” The guy growls at him, and Jake’s head pounds alongside all the other pieces of him, the pain that stitches him together. He’s a puzzle made of aches, and that has him laughing, too. What doesn’t make him laugh, right now? What doesn’t?

The kick of a steel-toed boot to his stomach definitely cuts the sound off, at least, and Jake lets out a low grunt of pain, curling in on himself trying to protect the soft parts, but the guy isn’t interested in kicking his organs, at least not now. He rights the chair and drags Jake back up into it. A fist slams into his face, and then it happens again, and again. 

Jake’s head hangs low, and he’s barely going to be able to see out of one of his eyes tomorrow, but he’s getting the feeling that’s the least of his problems.

“You’re right,” The guy says, and takes a seat across the table, calm as can be. He slides the manila folder across, spins it around so it’ll be right side up when Jake looks at it. Jake stares down, then slowly raises his eyes back up. The guy’s a bit blurred, now, and the pain is a constant of agony through his body. 

Vince has some fake teeth, from what Kauri’s owner did to him when they were kids. Jake wonders idly if Vince will pay for Jake to get some teeth replaced, since this guy’s going to knock some of them out if he keeps this up much longer. 

“I’m not with the cops. They’re going to charge you with resisting arrest-”

“Oh, fuck that bullshit,” Jake says, and his lower lip is swelling, the words are slurred more than he likes between that and his bitten tongue. “I didn’t resist shit.”

“They had to throw you into a wall,” The guy says, calmly.

“You did that!”

“Not on the paperwork, I didn’t, and you sure as fuck can’t prove otherwise. Oh no, you kicked up a fuss, as they say. That’s gonna get you a nice hefty fine.”

Jake thinks of Vince and Nat arguing, some nights, when the movie star stops by to be a fucking nuisance. I don’t do the rescuing, Nat, I just write the goddamn checks.

It’d be nice if Jake had that kind of money. Then again, he wouldn’t want to survive what Vince survived to get there - all the child actor grossness, the predatory producers and directors, Owen Grant drugging him and making him lie about what happened to save his career-

“Hey.” Fingers snap under his nose, and Jake flinches back. The guy grins. “That’s better. I like them flinchy. I told you to take a good look and see if this is anyone you recognize. This is who I’m here to recover.”

Jake’s eyes drop to the open folder laid out in front of him.

Chris looks back at him, standing with his shoulders hunched, staring with empty, blank green eyes in the white t-shirt and black shorts Jake has seen in other photos, before, snuck out by the informants who work in WRU. The flash of the black shock collar around his throat makes Jake’s teeth grind together hard enough to add that ache to the list of pains he’s already feeling.

His hair’s the same, he’s maybe a little thinner, but it’s the empty look in his eyes that gets Jake’s blood running cold, like it always does when he sees them like this. All sense of themselves shoved aside, pushed under the surface, drowning in conditioned responses in place of identity. 

And he’s just a kid.

“You know who this is, don’t you?” The guy asks, and Jake stares into Chris’s eyes. Blank. 

The boy’s hands are motionless fists like stones at the ends of his arms. Still as a statue, not moving at all. No blur of happiness, no taps on the walls, no cold feet pressed against Jake’s legs, no spiderlegs movement into his bed when the night scares him too much to get through alone.

“I’ve never seen this boy in my life,” Jake says, lips numb, and it’s the truth.

Jake only knows Chris.

This photo isn’t of Chris. It’s of an empty slate, ready to be filled with whatever they want to put there, ready to serve, to be an active participant, ready to tilt his head just so to the side and put on a smile that never reaches his eyes and say in a breathy voice, I want this. I want you. 

Just like they all do.

Because if they don’t get it just right, they’re tortured until they do.

“You’re lying to me,” The guy says, tapping his finger on the photo again. He moves the paper aside, and there’s another photo underneath. The same boy, a metal collar around his neck hooked to a chain on the wall. There’s an IV in his arm, and a bag just off to the side. His hands are tied behind his back, and there are deep, deep shadows under the boy’s eyes, wide with tears and pain and fear.

“I’m telling you, I’ve never seen this kid.” Jake’s voice is a little less confident, then. But he doesn’t know this one, either, because this is whoever Chris was, before he was a number, before he was a teenage slave, before he was destroyed and rebuilt.

“Oh, really? I’ve got one more photo I think will change your mind.”

Don’t show me what I think you’re going to show me. Don’t do it. Don’t don’t don’t don’t-

The next photo is of Chris, too. 

He’s crying in it.

Jake has barely allowed his brain to comprehend what exactly is happening to Chris in the final photo - and he will not allow himself to remember it, not ever, never again - before he’s moving, pushing himself to his feet and then crouching to get his shoulder under the table that isn’t bolted into the floor, but it should be.

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit,” Jake growls, and pushes the table over with his shoulder.

It falls nearly on top of the asshole in his chair, knocking him back with a low yelp and scattering photos everywhere, paperwork slipping across the floor like stones skimming the surface of a lake. By the time the guy has started to stand back up, Jake is kicking the table at him, all of it happening in some deep slow motion of misery in his mind.

Chris deserved better. Chris deserved a family. Chris deserved to be safe. They all deserve to be safe. They all deserve something other than this.

The guy gets back to his feet, baring his teeth at Jake in a snarl. They stand, staring at each other, as the guy pulls a slim back baton off his belt, hits a button, and there’s the distinct crackle of electricity.

Jake’s eyes widen, panting still with the exertion that came with pushing the table over, his leg muscles stretched and protesting. “I know what that is,” He says, his tongue a leaden weight in his mouth. His heart drops to his knees.

They hurt us all the fucking time with their sticks, Kauri whispers in his mind. Again and again and again, until we’re not bad any longer. 

“Struck a nerve,” The guy says, and wipes at his mouth with the back of one hand. Jake doesn’t take his eyes off the baton. “You do know who that is, don’t you? We’re in the market to get him back where he belongs.”

Jake slowly looks up to meet the guy’s flat gray eyes.

He’s already hurting so fucking much. What’s a little more pain, when there’s someone else’s life on the line?

It’s not your fight, Jake. If you stick your neck out-

I’m making it my fight, Mom. Let them cut my fucking head off.

I was tired of having to stand and watch and not be able to help when I was ten and the bruises were on you, I sure as fuck don’t have to stand and watch when the pain is in him. 

I can help now.

Try and stop me.

“I have no clue who that is,” Jake sneers, tightening his hands into fists behind his back. This is going to hurt. This is going to hurt and hurt and hurt, and it’s not going to stop, not until he’s not bad anymore, and Jake has no intention of being good. “But I know you’re the fucking pervert in the photo with him. You got a name so I can get you turned in to the real cops?”

The guy snorts, trying on a sneering smile, but Jake’s move with the table threw him off his smug little rhythm, and the smile isn’t real. “You can call me Mr. Everly. Or Sir.”

My Sir used to lock me outside when it stormed when I was bad

There were hooks in the wall for me in Sir’s bedroom

I had to stay in the basement sometimes so no one would see me

Jake swallows, hard. How far can anger carry you, against pain? He’s about to find out. His mother’s going to be ashamed of him, when she finds out he did this. But sometimes people are ashamed of you when you do the right thing. And right now there’s a boy waiting somewhere for Jake to keep his promise.

“All right, then, Everly. My name is Jake Stanton. I’m a junior in college. I’m twenty-five years old and I work in a homeless shelter for at-risk young adults and Nat Yoder’s been my boss for two years and I’ve never seen that kid before in my fucking life.”

“I don’t believe you.” The guy advances on him, and Jake backs up, right into a wall. It’s just the two of them, in here, and he’s sure that the camera in the corner near the ceiling is turned off. He’s going to walk out of here, but he might not be walking when he does it. He might not be crawling, either.

But he’s not going to give this guy a single piece of information he can use to ruin a life so fragile, so recently built.

Wait for me, Chris.

“I don’t give a shit if you believe me, it’s the truth.”

The guy raises the baton, brings it down, and Jake collapses to the ground, screaming at the pain that runs through every muscle as they lock up, nerves sparking with electricity. It comes down again, and again, and again, and everything is pain, and Jake’s eyes close tight and he doesn’t try to be strong, to hold out. He screams, and cries, and he holds green eyes in his mind, he holds backflips and yoga, and swinging from the high bars to the low bars, landing on his feet.

A bright and sunny smile as Chris lands on his feet, arms in the air, and immediately asks if Jake will watch him do it again.

Don’t leave, don’t run, don’t go somewhere you’re not safe, we’re coming back for you.

The baton turns into fists, into the ends of those steel-toed boots, into bruises that blossom and the sounds Jake is making are barely human as he curls up on the ground. When he’s hauled up into the chair again, the guy asks him more questions.

Jake stares at him, body singing with pain, and says nothing at all.

“You’re going to be annoying,” The guy says. “I can tell.”

Jake grins at him, bitterly, and spits a little more blood on the floor. 

“I sure fuckin’ hope so. I want my goddamn phone call.”

“Thought you said I wasn’t a cop.”

“You’re not. But I want my phone call, anyway.” Jake stares at him, bleary and blurry thanks to the blood running into his eyes. “And I know you want to listen to it.”

The guy pauses, is quiet for a second. Jake doesn’t breathe.

“Fine.”

I’m coming back for you, Chris, I promise, but first I’m going to send someone who can help. If she can find you. 

Please, please be waiting where she can find you.

#whump #tw: violent beating #beating #tw: police brutality #only it being a cop isn't really true #tw: electric shock #referenced noncon #tw: referenced past noncon #referenced whump involving a minor #tw: referenced past domestic abuse #referenced past domestic violence #captivity #box boy #box boy universe #angry caretaker #caretaker #caretaker whump #referenced #conditioning #brainwashing #box boy multiverse #bbu #jake the shelter guy

[anninhiliation]

Filthy Little Slut

A/N: listen half my brain cells left my body after Christopher riled me up and I had to go fix it myself I swear to god I'm unstanning him I hate him so much making me feel the way I feel and not fucking obliterating me. (You know it's serious when I use that mother fuckers full name) Also, it started with this and I got shadow-banned for this so thanks, Christopher. I would like to dedicate this unholiness to @christophervelezsworld and @you-kinda-smell-like-christmas they should know why asdhjdhsa.

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Warnings: CHRISTOPHER BRYANT VÉLEZ MUÑOZ

He slammed me against the wall with one hand wrapped around my neck and the other groping my body. I smiled as his ice-cold rings sent shivers down my warm body. Chris shoved his knee cap in between my legs pressing it in between my leggings. My core flooded as my nerve endings felt the pressure of his strength.  

“I've had enough of your games kitten” He huffed as he squeezed tighter around my neck.

My core ached for attention as I looked into his eyes, and they were as dark as the night sky filled with pure lust. 

“But daddy I just started” I protested extending my arm and lightly running my pointer finger down his clothed torso. 

He forcefully shoved me onto the kitchen table, I landed with my hands gripping the edge of the wooden table and my knee caps on the other end. My ass was perked up and my face was barely on the edge of the table. Chris grabbed the hem of my leggings and violently ripped them down my body exposing my thong and the moist arousal that seeped through the thin fabric. The ice-cold rings made contact with my ass.

Smack

 I let out a moan as the sting burned my skin for a while until it turned into a sweet pleasure. Chris twirled his finger around the soaked fabric and groaned making me moan as I received some friction I desperately needed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, lifting my head up and growled into my ear

“You're a filthy fucking slut for getting turned on by this.” 

“Yeah but you think that's, hot daddy” I taunted as he smacked me again in the same location

“I will not tolerate you talking back like that.” He huffed 

I gripped the edge of the table and squirmed as my body begged for more and my entrance pulsated harder. 

“The more you squirm, moan and disobey the rougher I get. Do you understand?” Chris instructed

I moaned in response as the rougher he got the more my sweet liquids flooded my pussy. 

“I asked you a question” He hissed as he grabbed the fabric of my underwear and tore it off. 

The fabric was roughly pulled between my wet folds pressing against my pearl before leaving a little fabric burn. I moved one hand to my hair and face trying to put words back into my head as I was already a moaning mess and just wanted to be fucked already. 

“Y-Yes” I whimpered

“Yes, what?” He asked again as he forcefully smacked my ass. 

“Y-Yes D-Da-Daddy” I whimpered as I bit my bottom lip and squirmed under his grip 

“Was that so hard you slutty little girl?” He groaned as he ran his finger up my soaked folds 

“N-No daddy” I moaned as he rubbed my nerve endings

“Carajo you’re soaked.” He groaned as I arched my back, shoving my ass further in the air. 

“You like that I get rough dont you? Such a filthy dirty little girl” He groaned as he shoved a finger inside me. 

I moaned a “Yes Daddy” as he pumped his finger, shoving another one inside me. 

Chris curled his fingers landing directly on my sweet spot. He roughly pumped his fingers curling each time hitting the right spot until he felt my walls tighten around him. My pulsating entrance screamed as he removed his fingers, letting the strings of my arousal fall from his fingers. 

I was about to protest until I saw the dark unforgiving look in his brown eyes and I knew if I disobey now, he will not have mercy on me later. 

“Suck” He demanded as hie grabbed my hip with one hand and tapped his soaked fingers against my bottom lip. 

I opened my mouth and hungrily sucked his fingers bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks. The metallic taste of his rings mixed with my sweet juices as I swirled my tongue around him. He groaned as he watched his fingers disappear inside my mouth and hit the back of my throat. 

“What a filthy little girl you are” He groaned as he pulled me up removing his fingers and shoved me against the counter. 

His chunky tan boots kicked my feet apart as he shoved his knee cap between my glistening folds applying pressure to my nerve endings. I moaned out as his hand snaked around my neck once more and he grabbed the hem of my baseball tee-shirt and pulled off of me. 

“I already feel what a needy little mess you are little girl.” He huffed as my arousal soaked his knee cap I gripped the edge of the counter as one hand explored my body and the other stayed firmly around my neck. His hand lowered to my folds as he removed his knee and rubbed my clit again. The knot reformed in my lower abdomen as I squirmed under him. Chris quickly pulled away and flicked my hardened buds with his wet fingers. He looked next to me and opened one of the drawers exposing a black leather collar, with a red heart pendant. The word “Brat” was written in white in the middle of the heart. Chris let go of my neck and put the collar on me. He grabbed a black leash that was in the same drawer and attached it to my collar yanking it a couple of times for good measure. 

“On your knees” He growled

“Mmmm…” I smiled looking around the room feeling my inner brat come back “No” 

He grabbed my hair and forced me to the ground, a loud thump echoed the room and I was drowning with the pool between my legs. 

“You filthy slut will listen to Daddy” He huffed as I still smiled bitting my bottom lip

My playful defiance angered him and he pushed me to the ground. His tan boot firmly landed on my pussy. 

“Are we clear?” He growled tugging the leash bringing my head back

“Y-yes daddy” I whimpered as the ache between my legs grew stronger

Chris moved his foot off of me and let me sit back up. He tugged on my leash and I crawled towards him. He bent over and firmly slapped my ass. My mouth drooled as I saw the outline of his hard cock behind his pants. I brought my hand up and palmed his member as he was massaging my pink cheeks. Immediately Chris stood up straight and roughly yanked my leash.

“You filthy little girl. Did I say you could touch my cock?” He fumed

“No but it looks so delicious daddy,” I said as innocently as possible.

“Oh, you want to taste?” He cooed as he unbuttoned his pants

I nodded my head and licked my lips as I eyed his bulge. Chris swatted my hardened bud making me yelp. 

“I asked you a question nena” He hissed

“Daddy please let me taste you” I begged as I felt my soaked cunt spill to my folds

Chris pulled his pants down enough for his member to spring up. He groaned as he grabbed his length and massaged himself, stepping closer. I opened my mouth ready to taste his salty juices that seeped out of his tip. 

“You can choke on it you cock slut” Chris smirked

Chris yanked the leash forcing my warm breath to lightly fan his erection. He grabbed my hair as I gasped out and roughly buried himself inside me. My hands grabbed his thighs for balance as Chris face fucked me. Tears streamed down my face as his tip smacked the back of my throat. He grunted as I gagged and moaned around him. 

“Kitten you take daddy’s cock so well” He cooed

The tip of my nose hit his base, as I swallowed the extra drool. He tugged on my hair as I watched him through my lashes shoot his head back. He was close and I could feel his cum ready to shoot out. I swallowed once more and Chris let out a string of curses. His warm salty load pooled my mouth slowly draining to the back of my throat. He pulled out at observed me swallow up to the last drop. I opened my mouth and lifted my tongue up, showing him I swallowed everything and moaned. Chris grabbed my collar and pulled me up making me stand up. I looked into his lust-filled eyes as he brutally shoved me back on the kitchen table. My back hit the hard rosewood table as Chris yanked on the leash making my neck jolt.

“The more you squirm, whimper, and whine the rougher I’ll get.” He warned

Chris’s tattooed arm held me down as his other hand ran its fingers up my soaked pulsating slit. I tried to buck my hips as my body begged for more making Chris stop dead in his tracks. He disconnected from my entrance and grabbed my breast. 

“You’re such a needy little mess” He huffed centimeters away from my face

I bit my bottom lip, as I watched his lips move looking so delicious. I bold wrapped my hands in his hair and kissed him hungrily. Chris dominated the kiss, slipping his tongue inside me as I moaned out bucking my hips against him. He pulled my bottom lip with his teeth and grabbed my collar. 

“You want daddy to make his kitten feel good?” He questioned as he tugged the leather around my neck

“Yes please daddy,” I said in my most innocent voice

He pecked my lips and then he devoured my sweet spot. I tugged on his hair as I felt the built-up tension between my legs ready to burst. He moved down to my collar bone and then to my hardened buds. His teeth tugged on each one pulling them up with him, making me arch my back in pleasure. Chris slowly made his way down my body until his warm breath tickled my soaked mess. 

“Little girl you're a needy mess.” He groaned as he drew figure eights against my clit. Two fingers glided into my entrance stretching me out. I craved to be stretched out more, by something else. He curled his ringed fingers inside me hitting my g-spot and making me scream. My hands tugged on his locks as Chris sent me on a cloud nine. My walls came closing in around him as his teeth tugged my nerve endings.

“Cum for daddy” Chris encouraged 

I released my built-up tension rolling my eyes to the back of my head and my thighs vibrated against his grip. He rode me out and slowly pulled out as I came down from my high. Strings from my arousal came out of me from Chris’s fingers and he put his fingers in my mouth.

“Taste yourself kitten. Taste what daddy tastes” Chris cooed as I sucked his fingers clean

He tugged on the leash again dragging me off the table and on to the floor. Chris pulled the leash and dragged me to the foyer. I went to stand, to walk up the stairs but Chris quickly tugged my hair back to the ground. 

“Crawl up the stairs like the spoiled kitten you are.” Chris hissed

The hardwood had no mercy on my knee caps as I climbed up the stairs with Chris right behind me.

Smack 

I moaned as the cold rings smacked my sore ass.

"Next time I tell you to behave or to stop you better," Chris ordered

Smack

"Is this clear you little cock slut?" He asked 

"Y-yes daddy" I stuttered 

As I reached the top of the stairs, Chris dragged me into the bedroom. He sat at the foot of the bed and tugged the leash making me crawl over to him. I sat on the back of my feet and waited for instructions. 

“Get on my lap” He huffed

My core pulsated as Chris grabbed my collar and dragged me over his lap. With one hand on the leash, the other rubbed my sore pink ass and smacked it. 

“You won't learn until we turn this pretty ass red.” He mumbled as he directed me to the bed. 

I laid my face down on the soft comforter as Chris walked over to his nightstand and pulled out the paddle. I tugged on the comforter as my hands formed into a fist. 

“Little girl I haven't even started yet and you already look like a mess” Chris smirked 

He rubbed the paddle in circular motions against my sensitive skin. 

Smack

I let out a moan and flinched as the paddle made contact with my skin.

Smack

I flinched again and grabbed the sheets as the paddle stung my ass.

Smack

The sting turned sweet by now as a pool flooded my entrance.

Smack

I began to squirm as my entrance craved attention.

Smack 

The paddle stayed against my skin as Chris rubbed my ass with the paddle

“Carajo you dirty little girl I see how wet you are.” Chris groaned as he threw the paddle on the floor and flipped me over.

My back hit the comforter making me yelp as my burning ass hit the sheets. Chris pulled his pants down and aligned his hardened member against my hole. 

“Is this what you want you little slut” He grunted as he roughly shoved his full length inside me. 

My hands ran down his back making him moan as my long nails left a trail.

“Yes daddy” I moaned out as he stretched me out and set a fast pace 

He squeezed my breast as he covered my collar with his hand, ramming into me faster and harder than hes ever done before. The headboard smacked against the wall again, and again sounding like it could break through the plaster of the wall. A light layer of sweat formed around our bodies, as a knot tied in my stomach. Chris removed his hand from my neck letting the air fill my lungs. His teeth nipped my neck and above my collar bone, pushing my edge closer and closer. My walls squeezed Chris as his thrusts lost its tempo. 

“Cum for daddy you filthy cock slut” He mumbled against my skin

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I ran my hands down Chris’s back again. My thighs shook as I reached my highest point, and Chris released his warm liquid inside me. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out and played with my sore cunt. He swirled a finger against the hole catching the escaping juices and pushed them back in. 

“Are you going to behave little girl?” Chris groaned 

“Yes daddy” I whimpered

“Get over here and show me, little girl.” Chris taunted

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #260

“better think twice; your train of thought will be altered.”

Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? I believe Nicole and I did as kids sometimes? Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Always. Wear your goddamn seatbelt, folks. Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? Generally indoors, but it does depend on what I can do outside as well as the weather. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. I really can't remember if *I* ever kissed Girt. Do you just feel awkward when you dance? YIKES YUP, even when I was a dancer. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? Yes. Can you get over people easily? MOTHER OF FUCK, NO. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? No. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT. Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? Ugggghhhh, yes. Especially cuddling while falling sleep in the rain is everything. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Many times. Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? Well, to a degree. I have artwork in here that I'm just self-conscious of others seeing, but I wouldn't DIE if my mom found them. They're not even really "hidden," just covered. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Strawberry. Do you like hot-dogs? I wish I didn't. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? A fuckin hot leather, spiked choker with chains draped across it. It's just a bit tight on me now. Worst injury you’ve ever had? I skinned the shit out of my knees on the road as a kid, wound up with cuts near the bones. It was not, NOOOOOT pretty and took literally years for the scars to totally vanish. What song do you want played at your funeral? Probably "Life is Beautiful" by Sixx AM. How many keys are on your key chain? What do they go to? Just the one to the house. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not in the traditional sense. Before surgery, they obviously had to be sure via a urine sample, but otherwise, no. Would you rather live in a mansion or a small cozy home? Whew, the latter, easily. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? Nah. Do you get your eyebrows waxed, or do you pluck them? Neither, really. I just don't care; mine aren't awful, and it's too time-consuming and "required" too frequently for me to bother. They're just eyebrows. Do you and your last ex hate each other? Not at all. Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? Well yeah, we're best friends. Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? I was literally a madly in love teenager, you can guess. How do you handle people who are overly enthusiastic all the time? "I don’t 'handle' them, they’re actually pretty cool to be around. I appreciate having that kind of energy around me because I don’t generate a whole lot of it myself and I want it to rub off." <<<< Exactly this. Do people say you look like a certain celebrity? Nah. Who do you think you look like? No one I know of. Ever loved someone who didn’t love you back? hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGALS;KDJFA;LKJEW Ever done karaoke? Did you like it? Nooooo sir. Ever seen a pregnant woman smoking/drinking? Yep. It was an occasion where I had to practice serious self-discipline to keep my mouth shut. :x What was the last piece of candy you ate? Miss Tobey brought me a Reese's yesterday morning so that. Nice breakfast lmao. Do you curse a lot? A real fucking lot. It's not intentional, it's just so ingrained in me as normal diction after being at Jason's so much when his mother is the definition of an Italian New Yorker and thus her son has a mouth too lmao. Personally, I don't believe in "profanity" in the traditional sense so it doesn't bother me in the way of "oh I'm saying too many bad words," I just know my dictionary is wider than "fuck" and "shit" oof. If you could be a Disney character for a day, who would you be? Probably like Kiara. Be a hot princess lion with a hot lion boyfriend and chill lion parents WOW am I a furry yet. Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe? Yeah, my friendship ring with Sara, a bracelet from her as well, and an ovarian cancer bracelet for my mom. Then tattoos, if you consider myself as "wearing" them. To you, what is especially distracting? The sound of TV when you're trying to sleep. What are some things that are important in your life right now? My mom's health, my mental health, job searching to at least get ideas for when transportation is easier, keeping the house clean, keeping up with Sara's health. When was the last time you did some major cleaning? A couple weeks back when I detail cleaned out both my shelves. Who challenges you the most? In what way?  My psychiatrist, but not in a bad way. He pushes me to keep improving with things. What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why? I should know this, but I don't. Have you ever contemplated cheating on anyone? Oh no, I couldn't live with the guilt. Who do you know that gives very sound advice? Sara is great at that. What do you think makes a person weak? The will to drag someone down just because you're feeling that way. What makes a person strong? The determination to not give up. Who do you go to when you need comfort? Mom more than anyone. Where is your favorite place to get fries? BOJANGLE'S. You cannot live to your fullest potential until you've received the seasoned blessing of Bojangle's fries. What is the most recent article of clothing you’ve purchased? I think underwear. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? No. Are there any waterfalls nearby? Definitely no big ones. Hell, maybe even no natural ones. There are lots of dams, but I don't think they count. What are your earliest memories of going to see a doctor? My first time getting my blood drawn and consciously understanding what was about to happen. Freaked the FUCK out, bolted from the room, and clinged like a monkey to a column while sobbing. It literally took multiple adults to get me off of it, and I was very little. And then when I actually got poked, apparently I just said, "... That's it?" Oh, little me, you'd take needles for hours later on in life in the name of art lol. What is your favorite condiment? Maybe ketchup. Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? Well, all the mental hospitals I've been to included addicts seeking recovery, and I befriended a few. For people more in my personal life, I think so. Would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? I am ridiculously picky. Have you ever slept in a car overnight? I'm quite sure no, not a full night. Has someone close to you died of murder? No, thankfully. Does your school offer driver’s ed? My high school did, which is where I took it. Have you ever done volunteering work abroad? No. Do you have a shower stall or a bath tub? A tub. Why do you do these surveys? I'm bored most of the time with absolutely nothing better to do. Sometimes it helps me contemplate some things about myself. Do you like shopping? Eh, depends on what I'm shopping for. What’s a show you wish that was still on air? MM IS COMIN BACK, FUCKERS. Do you like hip hop? Nooo. Do you like pretzels? I do, especially soft ones. You want your next pet to be what? It's probably going to be a tarantula. I'm not being sarcastic lmao. It just depends on if I can convince my mom. Do you like coconut scents? Sure. Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? Hell no. What is a dessert that you DON’T like? Pie. And one that you love? mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM ice cream. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Vampire, ig. Being a mermaid genuinely sounds boring. Where the fuck's the WiFi. Are you happy with your physical features? Bitch no. When you doodle, what are you usually doodling? Meerkats. Do you eat salads? Not enough, but I like them w/ regular lettuce and I'm open to different dressings. Favorite thing to do on your phone? Play Pokemon if I'm actually in a spot to get fckn balls. What magazines do you like? I don't read any. What is your favorite thing about Christmas? The feeling of really being a family. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Black. Firm pillow or soft pillow? S O F T Who was the last person you rode in a car with? Mom. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? Thank fuck no. Are there any people you don’t like for your significant other/crush to talk to? I’m single and don't have like... an "active" crush ig? What was the last alcoholic beverage you drank? I had a bombin' sangria for my birthday @ Olive Garden. Has one of your boyfriend’s best friends ever tried to get with you? Again, single, but for previous ones, no anyway. Are you 100% over the last person you kissed? No. Have any of your friends ever overdosed? I think so, but none died, thankfully. The last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Ummmm probably something for school. How many friends on Facebook do you have? 118. What age is the oldest you would date at the moment? It'd take me seriously liking someone to go slightly beyond 30. Do you want to be single? I don't know. I don't really know if I'm "fit" to be in a relationship right now, like I know I gotta figure shit out, but I think it's natural to want that companionship some days. Are you good at hiding your feelings? Well, I guess it depends on the emotion, but honestly, I don't think so, in most cases. Who did you last share a bed with? Sara. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? Not in an ambulance, no. What are you listening to right now? An '80s-ish/synthwave cover of "Disturbia" by Rihanna. I've been on a total binge of this kinda stuff lately. Ever been on a golf cart? Ye. Do you have trust issues? Yep. Do you own something from Hot Topic? I think most of my shirts are from there. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No. Do you have a little sister? Damn, not so little anymore. Turned 22 a few days ago. Have you ever been to New York? The state, yes. City, no. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? Nope. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I mean, define "a lot?" I did once every year... and no. I was selective. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? If so, have you ever won? PTSD is fuckin weird. I have, and I get anxious and uncomfortable just seeing them. The very last time I hung out w/ Jason was at his brother's wife's baby shower, and something like that was there. Shitty fuckin day. Can you juggle? No. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? N/A Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah, I think my sisters and I did that every year? What is the population of the city you live in? Google says around 5.5k. Do you like Nerds candy? Yeah man. What’s your favourite flavour of soda, pop or whatever else you call it? Blue raspberry. What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? It's on about 70% during the day, and I lower it to about 20% when I'm about to go to bed. Have you ever attended a religious or private school? My previous school was a private & religious college. Do you have any pets and are they cuddly? My cat is STUPID cuddly. Absolute attention hog. My snake seems to enjoy attention, though I wouldn't define snakes as "cuddly;" their brains don't know what affection really is, which I think is mandatory in that definition. She does love to lie against me on the bed, though, when I take her out to let her wander. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? All three of my jobs have sucked, but considering I lasted in a deli not even two hours, probs that. How many cars does your household own? One. Are there any cracks or scuffs on your phone? No. This shit is literally a Tracphone yet is incredible man, I've dropped it a good few times and it's a great phone. What’s your favourite meat? Out of most forms, probably pork, which I really wish wasn't true. I adore pigs. Or maybe chicken. Which I still feel bad about. Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time? I always need them. Is the internet fast where you live? It's fine. What is your favourite meal of the day and why? Breakfast has the best options and makes me look forward to the morning lmao. Do you like long surveys or short surveys better? Ha ha, obviously long, seeing as I compile shorts ones into these larger ones. I do it because I feel individually posting with EVERY one I pick out would get annoying. Have you ever been to a cocktail bar? No. What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited? Disney World. Do you keep the cabinets in your kitchen and bathroom organized? More so in the kitchen. Have you ever had a romantic fling? No. Are you a very forgetful person? To a frightening point. Are your parents married or divorced? They're divorced. Do you believe in Heaven? Not the Christian one, but I do lean towards there being some peaceful existence after death. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? That's obviously the best part. Do you read blogs? No. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? I pretty much have before? Worn guy's pants and unisex or men's shirts before, I'm sure. Ever been involved with the police? No. What's your favorite shampoo/conditioner and soap? Idk, I'm just very used to Suave. Their body wash smells amazing. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? HELL NO. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl it. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden is GOOD SHIT. Have you watched Tiger King yet? Christ, no, and I sure am tired of seeing it everywhere online. Do you try to do something significant and meaningful every day? It's quite clear I don't, even though I really, really want to. What is your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Chance. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. Does anyone know who your first crush was? yeah. Who was your first celebrity crush? Whew, Jesse McCartney, lads. Have you ever had to use an epi pen? No, thankfully. What color was your first phone? Navy, I think. Do you know anyone with Down’s syndrome? Not anyone personally. How much do you weigh (only answer if comfortable)? I'm not comfortable. Have you ever been overweight? I have been since 2016. What color is your Christmas tree? Green. What color Christmas tree do you want to have in your house someday? UGGGGHHHHHHH give me a black one with fake snow on it. Omg. What color house did you grow up in? Uhhhh... I think it was white? I should know this. Have you ever been baptized? If so, how and where? Yes, when I was a baby at the Catholic church I grew up going to. What type of wedding do you want? Give it a gothic vibe ok. Are you taller or shorter or the same height as your mom? We're the same height. What is your heritage? German, Irish, and Polish. Are you excited for the upcoming summer season? Ugh, no. Not at all. At. All. Do you like crackers with your soup? No. Which ex of yours means the most to you? Depending on which way you mean, Jason or Sara. What is something that never fails to make you feel accomplished? Do a decent amount of cleaning. How do you feel about nudity, in person? Uh???? What exactly do you mean by "in person"???? I guess it depends on who, the situation, and location??? Have you taken prescription medications that didn't belong to you? Pain medicine, yes. Do wooded areas freak you out in the evening or night? I mean, to a reasonable degree, I guess. Obviously being in the wild in the dark is dangerous. Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle? No. Do you iron any of your clothes? No. Can you sleep in an unmade bed? Yeah. Did the house you grew up in have a big yard? It was p good. What has been the most difficult class you’ve ever taken? Probably Latin. What was the last website you were on, before this one? I was on Facebook. Is your hometown famous for anything? No. What are some things a house would need to have for you to purchase it? I'm personally very serious about a dishwasher and laundry room. Other than that I'm... kinda blanking? Like I'm not that picky as for what the house HASSSSSS to have, besides those. Well, two bathrooms would be great. What was the last thing you heated up in your microwave? A pancake+sausage on a stick thing for breakfast. When was the last time your internet stopped working? It was having a temper yesterday. Did you ever watch Phil of the Future? Not very much, and never really by choice. Nicole would watch it sometimes though. Were you born somewhere other than a hospital? No. What was the last flavor of ice cream you had? Vanilla. Do you have an online game that you play often? None at the very moment because my personal gaming laptop has been kaput for well over a month now. Maybe close to even two. Is there a trash can near you? No. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening? No. Is there a fan going in the room you’re in? Yeah, beside me.

#survey #quiz #questions

[aqlemonade]

Everybody’s Throwing A Temper Tantrum - Biadore

Prompt: Adore throws a tantrum that Bianca’s away so long for Jamie so Bianca flies over for 24 hours to comfort her 😜(& give her a spanking for being a brat)

AN: If you guys saw my other post you know this might the last thing I can post for a while. I didn’t get much editing time unfortunately, but I hope you guys still enjoy it! No read more because I’m on mobile.

Danny pouted at Roy through the computer screen. “You’ve been gone for so long,” he sulked.

“I know, Angel. I’m really busy these next couple of months.”

Danny hated hearing that. He gave Roy a dirty look, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come home.”

Roy chuckled. Danny was always one for the dramatics. “I wish I could.”

“You can.”

“Baby, if I could I would. You know that.”

“You can,” Danny repeated. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

“Nothing but back to back shows. Angel, I don’t have time to fly between countries when I have a show every night,” Roy tried to explain calmly. He knew how upset Danny could get when he was lonely and missing him.

“Oh, so you just don’t have time for me. That’s nice.”

“Don’t twist my words, I never said that. I don’t have time for an international flight in between shows that are barely twenty four hours apart. I told you before I left we weren’t gonna be able to see each other for a while. Don’t be a brat, Dan.” The younger sat there with his pout and folded arms. He knew Roy was right, but he couldn’t help how he was feeling.

The couple sat silently. Danny refused to talk, or even look at Roy. The older man rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna hang up if this is how you wanna behave. You’re wasting the little bit of time we do have together.”

“Fine. Hang up, I don’t care,” the crack in his voice lead Roy to believe otherwise.

Roy sighed, “Danny—“

“No, I’m going to bed. Good luck with all your gigs that are so much more important than me.” Danny exited out of their Skype call with tears rolling down his face. In true Adore fashion, when Danny was upset he ran to twitter; Something Roy had told him to stop doing a long time ago.

Within minutes of their call ending Roy’s phone blew up with notifications from Adore’s account. He always kept them on so he could check on Danny if he ever tweeted something troubling. Roy never got the appeal of dumping all your feelings onto social media in-front of thousands of people instead of confiding

in your friends, but it was Danny’s thing. He felt safer opening up to the world than opening up to someone face to face.

A string of tweets about how he’d been fucked over, lonely and alone, and would probably never find love poured in. Danny tweeted about loving someone who couldn’t give less of a shit about him. The rant ending in some shade about how people make time for the things that they want.

Roy shook his head. He knew Danny could be dramatic, but this was overkill.

Willow 😍🌸💘

Really? Twitter?

Willow 😍🌸💘

Was that fucking necessary?

Danny ❤️

It got your attention didn’t it :)

Willow 😍🌸💘

Absolute brat

——

Danny arrived home after an afternoon of shopping. He picked up some new clothing for Adore, rarely ever buying himself anything when he went out. His wardrobe consisted of years old t-shirts and fan gifts.

The bags of drag hit the floor when he saw Roy standing by his couch. He swore every time he saw the man he became more attractive. Danny leaped into his arms, the two embracing each other in a tight hug. “You fucker!” Danny said. “What was all that bullshit about how you couldn’t make a flight here between shows?” Danny asked with a smile; He certainly wasn’t complaining.

“I have two days off,” Roy cupped Danny’s cheek. “I was trying to surprise you, but you just have to be a brat all the time,” Roy’s fingers moved to Danny’s jaw, gripping the bone painfully.

Danny started to get excited, he bit his lip as his eyes grew dark.

“You know what brats get, right?”

The younger nodded eagerly. “They get a spanking,” he said in a voice that sent shivers up Roy’s spine.

“They get a spanking,” Roy repeated, slipping a finger into Danny’s mouth that his lover happily sucked on.

“You look beautiful,” Roy growled, watching Danny intently as he took another finger between his lips.

“Do want my hand? The paddle? A belt?” Roy pulled his fingers out of my Danny’s mouth so he could answer.

“Your hand, Daddy. I wanna feel you,” Danny breathed.

Roy nodded at him, taking a seat on the couch. “Take your clothes off,” Roy ordered. Danny quickly shimmed out of his shorts and ripped up shirt. He didn’t bother trying to be sexy, he wanted to be with Roy as soon as possible. He’d save the strip tease for another time.

Danny knew the routine, Roy didn’t have to tell him to get across his lap before he did so. Softly, Roy caressed Danny’s bare cheeks. “You know the safe word?”

“Mhm,” Danny nodded.

“Let me hear it, Princess.”

“Pizza.” Danny actually, genuinely hated their safe word. He always wanted to change it, but Roy was too nervous that one of them would forget it to allow him to.

“You can use that whenever you need to, okay? For a break, to completely stop, anything. I’ll always stop when you want me to,” Roy reassured Danny. It was the same speech every time, but the younger appreciated it. Roy’s words made him feel secure, and washed away any doubts he had about using their safe word.

“I know, Daddy. I’m ready,” Danny consented to the start of their scene.

“Okay, Princess. I love you,” Roy gave Danny’s ass a mild squeeze.

The younger hummed as Roy kneaded his ass. “I love you too, Daddy.”

Roy always liked to give Danny sweet touches before they started. He stroked Danny’s hair, watching his gorgeous eyes roll back at the contact. His fingers ran down his spine to the moon tattoo on his ass, tracing the design. They caressed his inner thighs. “Have I told you how much I love this tattoo?” Roy asked, poking at the seahorse tat on the side of his thigh.

“Not yet.”

“Well, I do,” Roy leaned down to kiss a random spot on Danny’s back. “It’s sexy.” Danny couldn’t help but to giggle at the compliment.

A giggle turned into a gasp when Roy’s fingers slipped between his asschecks to rub his hole. Danny whined, grabbing the pillow next to him to bury his face into. Roy’s free hand disappeared between Danny’s legs to squeeze his balls, making Danny choke.

“You’re teasing me,” the younger complained.

“I am,” Roy said with a devious laugh. The sound going straight to Danny’s cock.

When Roy removed his hands from him Danny’s body started twisting in anticipation. Roy’s favorite thing was watching Danny wait for and anticipate the first spank. A hand came crashing down against Danny’s right cheek, not making him hold out for too long. A loud yelp sounded from Danny, a combination of the harshness and unexpectedness of the hit.

Roy smirked down at him, his hand flattened over the red mark forming on Danny’s cheek. “That was one. How many do you want?”

“Twenty.”

“No, that’s too much. What about ten, Babygirl?”

“Fifteen,” Danny tried to compromise.

“You get ten, then we’ll see how you feel after that, okay?”

“Yes, Da-“ Danny’s words broke off into a moan as the second hit landed on his left cheek. His balls started to throb from the excitement.

“What was that?” Roy mocked him playfully. “Yes, what?”

Danny whimpered, “Yes Da-“ And again. Roy’s hand made contact with the exact spot on his right cheek that he had slapped before. Danny whined and squirmed in Roy’s lap. “Stop doing that!” Another spank followed immediately for talking back. Danny cried out, putting his face back into the pillow.

“Remember what got you into this in the first place. Stop being a brat.” Danny nodded, mumbling something in a high pitched voice that Roy couldn’t hear. “Was that the safe word?” He questioned.

“No,” Danny lifted his face for a moment so Roy would hear him.

“Okay. You’re doing such a good job for me, Babygirl. We’re at four.” His hand slid down Danny’s sore ass. His right cheek was screaming red, while the left had a faint outline of Roy’s hand. The fifth spank came across Danny’s right cheek again. The younger screamed, sobbing into the pillow. Welts began to grow under Roy’s fingertips, he devilishly pressed them into the aching skin.

“Do you want the next one here,” Roy grabbed a handful of Danny’s left cheek which had only been slapped once.

“Yes, please,” Danny sniffled.

“Do you need a break first?”

“No.” Danny took the sixth hit easier. His left cheek wasn’t as bruised as the right one—Yet, anyway.

“Good, girl.” Roy praised. “You’re being so good, Baby,” He continued to coo to him as he massaged his ass tenderly. “I wanna see your pretty face, Honey. Take it out of that pillow.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Danny did as he was told, turning his face towards Roy so only his cheek was pressed against the pillow.

“Atta, Girl,” Roy leaned forward to kiss Danny’s temple. He wiped stray tears away from Danny’s eyes.

Roy held Danny’s gaze as he caressed his face, distracting Danny from the seventh spank to his left cheek. Roy watched as Danny’s mouth dropped open and eyes rolled back. He loved the sounds that came out of his mouth. “My good girl,” Roy kept giving him encoring words. “That was seven, Princess. You’re almost done. Can you keep going?”

“‘Course I can,” Danny said rather smugly for someone with dried tears on their face. The eighth slap was the harshest, Roy wanted to test that confidence Danny had. A high pitched cry, followed by fresh tears was Danny’s response to it.

“My baby,” Roy said sympathetically, brushing his thumb under Danny’s eyes.

“Daddy,” Danny whined as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t get to finishing his sentence.

“What, Babygirl. What is it?”

The younger sobbed, “Hurts.”

“What’s the safe word?”

“I don’t want it,” Danny protested.

“I don’t care. I need to hear the safe word. Let me know that you know it,” Roy was stern. It was his job to take care of Danny during this. Sometimes he had to push a little to make sure everything was okay before they continued, or assess if he needed to make the decision for Danny to stop.

“It’s pizza.”

Roy began kissing Danny’s lower back, his lips traveled down to his ass to sooth his sore cheeks. “You’re sure you don’t wanna use it?” Roy asked against Danny’s skin.

“I’m sure. I can do two more, I want it. Please, Daddy. Just two more, please,” Danny begged.

“Okay, don’t work yourself up,” Roy said in a soothing voice. “Just two more.” Roy made quick work of it. One slap for each cheek, the tenth immediately following the ninth, leaving Danny in a mess of tears and incoherent sputtering.

“Come here,” Roy quickly picked Danny up from his lap and brought him into his arms. “You were so good. You’re such a good girl, Danny. You did so good for me,” Roy let Danny know how much he appreciated him as he rubbed his back. “Do you want your blanket?” The youngers favorite aftercare was cuddling under a blanket, lotion, then a bath. It was a routine for them at this point. It gave Roy peace knowing how to care for Danny after their scene had ended.

“Yeah, blanket! The fuzzy black one.”

Roy smiled at him, “I know what you like.” He pressed a kiss to the apple of Danny’s cheek before reaching behind the couch for Danny’s blanket. Roy got ready to wrap it around them before Danny stopped him.

“Wait!” Danny pulled Roy’s shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He wrapped his arms around his body, nuzzling his face to his chest. A content smile spread across Danny’s lips. “Okay.” Roy chuckled. Danny always found comfort in skin on skin contact with his lover.

Roy wrapped the soft blanket around the two of them. He laid his chin on Danny’s head as Danny rested.

“Thank you for coming home,” Danny said quietly.

“Of course. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” Danny popped his head up to peck Roy on the lips. “Can we stay here like this for a while? I don’t wanna move.”

Roy kissed his forehead. “We can do whatever you wanna do, Babygirl.”

#biadore #my writing #smut #one shots

[dacres-koala]

“…but I’ll punish you anyway.”

A/N: This for my heartbroken babe @50-shades-of-boredom​ who deserves the world and nothing less. Hope you’re feeling better my little buttercup ❤️ Thank you for blessing me with all these gifs and posts about Dacre ❤️ 👙💦This is not a good imagine. I was eating banana bread and I got carried away. P.S: @hargroveshurricane I love ya too❤️ Pairing: Jealous!Dacre x Reader Warnings: Smut, swearing, spanking, poorly written  Word count: 2,300+ words

He was mad. His knuckles were holding on the wheel so tight they were turning white, he was also slightly shaking and driving with a hand near his mouth, looking everywhere but you.  You sighed and leaned on the seat, hugging yourself, bothered. It annoyed you that Dacre was like this. It was still early, but the party for both of you dropped when he grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the bar. You knew the party was over. “You’re not gonna say anything?” You asked, playing with the hem of your shirt looking down. He shook his head, huffing and puffing his chest out. You groaned, annoyed. “Dacre Kayd.”  You were coming back from Joe’s birthday party, and you were having the time of your life up there. Natalia was there along with Charlie, and you were really enjoying your chat. Dacre was playing pool with his friends and everything seemed perfect. “Oh no, guys…” you said, making the couple stop and look at you. “I’m gonna grab another beer. You need anything?” “I’ll have another, thanks girl.” Charlie said. Natalia lifted her beer, motioning she was good. You walked over to the bar and handed the empty beer bottles to the barman. “I’ll be right back. This fridge broke down, I need to grab them from the one in the back.” He said and disappeared.  Suddenly, a tall buff man walked next to you sitting on the stall. He started talking to you, trying to grab a conversation. You weren’t the kind of girl that flipped guys off like flies, so you kindly declined any invitations. Your beers were ready, you waved the man goodbye and walked away. As simple as that was, Dacre had seen it all, and a few minutes later you were out the door, making a scene.  And that send us back to the car. Dacre had been driving in a perfect straight line for the past few minutes, as you looked out the foggy window. Irritated, you groaned and sighed, turning to face him and crossing your arms. “You’re overreacting, Dacre. I already told you what happened, I can’t do more.” He played his tongue inside his mouth and shook his head. “Maybe fucking stop talking to every random man that talked to you.” You scoffed. “What were you thinking, (Y/N)? Jesus.” “I already I did nothing wrong. Maybe if you stopped being such an insecure little fuck you’ll just trust me for a change.” You blurted out and looked out the window. “If you stopped being such a flirty tart, I would trust you for a change” He said right back, out of blind rage and hurt. The mere thought of you leaving him was driving him insane since he saw you talking at the bar with another man.  You looked at him and started kicking his seat, making him frown and battle with the car. “You stupid insensitive fuck! How could you?!” You said, hurt that he assumed you would do something like that. “I did nothing wrong, you fucker! How could you think so low of me?!” You screamed again, slapping his chest, frustrated. “(Y/N)!” He screamed, not being able to be in full control of the car when you kicked and slapped him. “Stop, woman, you’re gonna get us killed.” You kept yelling, throwing kicks and punches at him. A dark part of the road and Dacre decided to stop the car  suddenly and abruptly. You were shocked and almost fell off your seat. You were both breathing heavily when you stared at each other. You went at him, slapping him across his chest and trying to reach for his face. Dacre avoided you, the car being filled with grunts and slaps, the Australian god grabbed your hands and held them still. “(Y/N)…stop it.” He grunted. You were both turned on out of rage.  You stared at him and couldn’t help yourself. You leaned closer, climbing over the gearshifts  and wrapping your arms around,his neck as his strong hands set you down on his lap, the recliners doing their work. Dacre grabbed your ass cheeks giving them long and hard squeezes when your mouth explored his as if you hadn’t been together for 3 years already. You could feel him get hard under you and that turned you on even more; You broke away the kiss, running your hands through his soft dirty blond hair. You pulled yourself up and let yourself down roughly, making Dacre moan and squeeze your ass again. “You’re a jealous little fuck, aren’t you?” You asked, voice full with lust. He nodded, closing his eyes. “You’re a paranoid bastard, aren’t you?” you were grinding on him now, biting your lip and licking over the bite. Dacre moaned out on the low, nodding, pleasing you. “You’re sorry, huh?” You asked again, paying special attention to his cock on your clothes covered ass, grinding against the bump. He hissed, biting his lip. “You know I only want your cock now, don’t you, sir?” You asked as he moaned out in pleasure, hearing the chorus of angels. “Yes. I’m so so sorry, babygirl…but I’ll punish you anyway.”  He said, lifting your shirt and feeling you up from under your clothes. You moaned out and quickly removed your blouse, throwing it at the back seat, leaving you in your black lacy bra. Dacre slide his hands up your sides and onto your breasts, finding it pleasing how the filled their hands just perfect, not too small, not pouring out, perfect. He played with your nipples a little bit and you were still grinding on him, pushing your ass and wiggling on to his painful erection. “Let’s drive home now…I can’t wait to punish you. I’m looking forward to see you cry, honey. ” he hissed and positioned you back in your seat.   Dacre gets rid of his black leather jacket you loved so much, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You’re standing in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do exactly. The atmosphere has changed, in the blink of an eye. Dacre is all disappointed and displeased, his facial expression is stern, expectant and severe. You step in front of him, arms crossed behind your back, your gaze on your feet. “Yeah?” Dacre asks, and you see his finger pointing on the floor. You get the hint, sinking on your knees, feeling the arousal growing with every second. Your pussy tingles in anticipation, your inner muscles clenching like they would expect a cock in a few seconds. “I tried to be a good girl,” you whisper, “but I failed. I made you jealous and I talked back to you despite the fact that you’ve told me so many times not to.” “And?” He lifts his eyebrow, watching you kind of bored, which makes you feel insecure and unsatisfactory. "I’ve earned punishment and I beg you to discipline me, in a way that’s appropriate for my misdoing. I need to be taught a lesson. Please, Dacre, discipline me.” “Uh, I like that,” Dacre smiles, “You’re a truly natural.” Then the harsh, severe tone is back: “Get up, take your clothes off.” After you’re naked you’re told to face the wall, which you do. Dacre’s hands caressing your body, slipping between your legs. "So wet already,” he whispers, “begging for being disciplined makes my little one all hot and bothered, right?” “Yes,” you sigh, trying to lean into his touch. "I wanna see tears, little, wanna hear you sob and pleading for forgiveness. "You nod and take a deep breath as the first slap from his hand hits your skin. He’s spreading slight pain and warmth all over your bottom. Your pussy is tizzy, nearly dripping of horniness. “Now we start,” he announces and the first slap with from hand burns on your skin. It’s not too bad, you can manage this. After the tenth stroke you change your mind – he stopped being more or less gently and now you have to work to … cope with the pain. Loud moans escape your throat and you body trembles, trying to avoid the crop. But you can, you can. After the 15th stroke you start sobbing feeling tears in your eyes. It’s too painful, too humiliating. At 20 you start crying and he gives you a short break, feeling with his fingers at your pussy, flicking over you clit. “Even wetter than before. You’re dripping, greedy slut. Can’t wait to fuck you in a few minutes, watching your luminous, hot, red ass.” You’re pure, in a way. Small, submissive and all his. Nothing but him is important anymore. It’s just him left. After the last stroke he leads you to the bed and pulls you in his arms, giving you the perfect to relax a bit. “You did so well, you are so perfect.” He whispers gently, caressing your back and your hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you, baby. My good, brave girl, such a natural. Seeing you processing the pain was the fucking most beautiful thing I’ve ever watched. Good girl. Such a good girl. But I’m not done with you yet.” He held you tight in his arms and kissed your shoulder. “God, I want you so much.” Dacre whispered in your ear, turning you around and attacking your lips, his rough hands intertwined in your hair, biting your lips. “God…” You whispered, finding yourself being thrown at the bed, your old man already on top of you. “What am I going to do with you?” Dacre was not a bad lover, not a chance. But most of the times he was sweet and slow and tonight you felt the most delicious pain in between your thighs. Dacre laughed a little, spreading your legs and arching his back, staring into your eyes.  “Look at you..” he said, lustfully. “You’re so wet…so, so wet.” He pointed caressing the low of your stomach and going under, his thumb attacking your clit and rubbing painfully slow circles on it. You arched your back, caressing your own breasts and smiling up at the feeling. Dacre dropped down his boxers and kicked them away. “Stand up, baby, would you?” he asked, in a husky low voice. You nodded and kneeled on the bed, in front of him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him fiercely, your hand reaching in between both of you, pumping his cock up and down, loving how hard it was, making you proud. He groaned, and pushed you on the bed, making you gasp as he turned you around, making you lay on your stomach. You smirked, biting your lip, loving the dominance. He grabbed a piece of your ass, massaging it and grabbing it hard, making you whimper and wiggle under his touch. He slapped your ass hard, refreshing the red prints on you, as you arched your back, he grabbed your hips and pulling your hair, lifted you up, your back against his chest. “It’s simple.” He said. “Don’t hold back on me, (Y/N).” He whispered, pumping himself. You nodded, out of yourself, feeling pure energy in your pussy, aching as you needed him now. “Please, Dacre.” you moaned. “Beg.” He demanded pumping himself faster, breathing heavy. “Beg for it, you little slut.” “Please, sir.” You begged, leaning yourself against his hard shaft, desperate for some action, for his touch. You knew he was already leaking, you could feel it. “Please…” You bit your lip, crying out on pleasure as he pinned you on the bed, in all fours and he got closer to you. “Please what?” he asked, pulling your hair harder, snapping your head back, earning your moan. “Please fuck me hard.” You said in a low moan. “Please fuck me, baby, I’m begging you. I want it.” He teased your entrance, biting his own lip. “Please Dacre, please fuck me.” You wiggled your ass against his leaking cock, desperate for some release, some friction; Anything.  You felt him enter you from behind and a whole new wave of emotion washed over your whole body. “Fuck!” You groaned feeling so full and complete, as he grabbed your hips hard, making sure he left even more prints from his rings tomorrow morning. The bed started rocking, his hips knocking on you, skin slapping sound filling the room. Your moans poured out of your mouth as he groaned. "God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He thrusted harder, and harder, making you grab the bed sheets and bite your lip, almost dragging blood. Your eyes went to the back of your head as Dacre hit your G spot with every hip thrust he gave.  You could feel yourself so close already. “Dacre, fuck!” you yelled, hurting your throat, making him go faster out of excitement. “Dacre…” you whispered, out of breath. He wrapped one hand around your collarbones, bringing you closer to him, still taking you from behind. “Baby, I-I’m…” “Let go…” he whispered in your ear, biting your neck as you came all over him, making both of you moan out loud. Blushed, you let your head hang low, the Australian boy still going at it. “God, baby, yes.” “Fuck, fuck babygirl. Y-Yeah…” You bit your own lip and rolled your eyes out of pleasure. “(Y/N), baby, you feel so fucking good around my cock.” “Dacre…” You breathed out and started pushing yourself back, meeting his trusts. “I’m fucking yours, Dacre, come for me, baby, please…” That was it for him, after two more erratic hip knocks, he came inside of you, a mix of your juices running down your leg.  Trying to catch his breath he got out of you slowly, making sure he didn’t hurt you. You both stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before you got up. “Where you going?” He asked, lifting himself on his elbows. “I was gonna find a shirt and some shorts.” You explained. He shook his head. “Still not done with you..” 

#dacre montgomery imagine #dacre montgomery #dacre kayd montgomery harvey #dacre x reader #dacre imagine #dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery x you #dacre montgomery smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader

[switchdnp]

you should write something abt one of their first times but whoevers bottoming gets uncomfortable but wants to keep fucking so they switch halfway through fucking

here u are ryn u nerd

word count: 1752

warnings: gratuitous amounts of fingering, like light spanking for a second, not much else its v fluffy

Dan wants this.He assures himself with every inch of his lovestruck, fluttering heart that he wants this.He wants it as Phil’s lips suck hickeys into his sensitive neck, pretty colors blooming on the peachy tan skin.He wants it as Phil’s mouth travels lower, lifting up his sweater and kissing the soft skin of his tummy.He wants it as Phil takes his cock into his mouth and bobs nice and slow, pretty blue eyes watering when the tip hits the back of his throat.And he still wants it—he really, really does, when Phil fingers him open, promises of how nice it was gonna feel when he filled him up slipping past sore lips and making Dan whimper.But even thought he wants it, something sick settles in his stomach when the head of Phil’s dick is at his rim.There’s a burn as it presses inside and suddenly Dan’s shaking for different reasons, thighs taut and lower lip quivering between biting teeth, trying his best to not look pained.

He opened his eyes—when had he closed them?—to find Phil staring nervously at him, worry overtaking the lust in his gaze.He muttered out the softest “Are you okay?” Dan had ever heard in his life, and that was enough for him to call this off.

“I-I’m sorry, I just think I can’t—I don’t know I just—I don’t think I feel comfortable being… penetrated?”Dan cringed at the word, it felt like something a forty-year-old sex ed teacher or badly made erotica would use, and it didn’t describe what he wanted oh so badly at all.He wanted Phil to be inside him, he wanted to feel the slow drive in and out, have his hips make sharp, noisy contact with his ass as the thrusts got faster and faster.But something inside him just wouldn’t let Phil be inside him, not tonight at least.

“Oh, well, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do love, I’ll always respect your limits, no matter what.”Phil reassured, positioning himsef so his dick wasn’t quite literally threatening to push past Dan’s rim at any time.

“Do you want to stop or…?”

“No, I think–I just–could I top?”The question comes out stuttered and nervous, but Phil’s eyes get wide with something that definitely wasn’t apprehension, and all of Dan’s nerves get settled in an instant.

“Of course, just let me stretch myself.”Phil explained, grabbing the lube and spreading some over his fingers, pressing two inside of himself at once.He gasped, scissoring himself open as quick as he could, flinching a few times when he went just a bit too fast.Phil had never been one for patience, and it was evident in the way he fingered himself, thrusting in and out quick and frantic without any build up, and hips riding down onto his own fingers when he still couldn’t hit his spot.Dan almost wanted to chuckle at his pitiful expression, eyes clenched shut and lip in an almost pout, desperation evident on his face.

“You were so gentle stretching me, what happened to that Mr. All-Experienced?”He giggled, laugh growing stronger when Phil peeked open an eye to glare at him.

“Don’t care if I hurt myself, jus’ wanna be ready for you.”Phil insisted, practically jamming his fingers in and out now, needy for any touch to his prostate.

“You sure look like you’re trying to do something more than just ‘get ready’.”Dan continued to tease, hoping the impish pestering would get Phil to be at least a little softer on himself.

“I’m not! I just-I just can’t hit my prostate, it’s always been hard for me, and I just wanna seem like I know what I’m doing.”Phil whined, breaking off into laughter at the end of his sentence.They both knew Phil wasn’t quite as experienced as he put off; he’d been a late bloomer, and although he knew more than Dan with a few things, he honestly was still experimenting and figuring things out himself.

“Can I help?”Dan asked, fingers trailing over the back of Phil’s hand like a question, eager to wrap around and completely envelop the thin, delicate wrist of his boyfriend.Phil’s breathe hitched, and he nodded a yes, letting Dan hold his wrist now and guide his fingers in and out in a soft, slow place.

“Keep your fingers straight for me, okay?”Dan directed, moving his hand a bit faster now, savoring the little wet noises that accompanied every movement—sometimes using too much lube could have nice side effects.He pushed Phil’s fingers deeper, keeping note of the steady, admittedly faster than usual pulse he could feel against his thumb.

“Alright, now crook them.”

“Dan, I’m not sure—ah,”Phil jolted as he jabbed right into his own prostate, squirming at the intense stimulation.Dan was smirking like the absolute fucker he was, fringe damp and plastered to his forehead, and cheeks flushed bright with a cocky pride.

“Feels nice, huh?”He teased, giggling at Phil’s short-lived glare, expression cut off with a moan.Dan slid out Phil’s fingers and replaced them with his own, groaning at the soft, tight heat surrounding him.He couldn’t wait to get to feel that on his cock, feel Phil stretched around him and clenching like he could barely handle it.

He pressed into Phil’s spot, rubbing in circles and relishing the little “ah!”s he let out with every touch.Phil was much more sensitive than Dan could have imagined, practically melting at everything he did, head now tucked into the crook of Dan’s neck, moans muffled against the warm skin.He was rolling his hips in time with Dan’s thrusts, whining and needy for more, and Dan didn’t think he’d ever seen something so hot and precious at the same time.

Finally Dan pulled out his fingers, hushing Phil’s irritated whimper with a small smack to his ass.It was unintended and admittedly weak, but Phil gasped anyway, pushing back into the contact.

“Again,”He mumbled, wiggling his bum in a way that made Dan laugh again, loud and unfiltered and absolutely lovely to Phil, if a bit teasing in the context.Still, Dan did as he asked, squeezing one cheek in his hand before slapping down once more, feeling the soft skin grow hot under his fingers.

“You like that, yeah?”Dan asked, rubbing over the agitated flesh.Phil nodded, pushing Dan’s hand away and sitting up, positioning the head of his cock at his hole and watching his eyes widen as he sank down.He squirmed as he adjusted, resting his hands on Dan’s chest and smiling down at the boy he had so much love for, affection burning in his chest.

“You’re pretty.”He muttered, starting to slowly grind his hips.Dan groaned, back arching off the bed, accidentally pressing deeper into Phil.Phil shuddered, bouncing harder then, thighs straining with the effort.He was panting between moans, as it turned out, riding a dick took a lot more energy than he expected, and it was starting to take a toll on his stamina.Dan noticed, reaching up to cup Phil’s cheek, the touch sweet and reassuring.

“Want me to take over? You don’t have to ride me if it’s too much.”He said, grinning when Phil nodded a shy, blushy yes.Dan flipped them over, adjusting Phil’s legs around his waist, and fucking in and out almost as slow as he had fingered him.

“Daan, faster, please!”Phil whined, the lazy pace driving him absolutely insane.Dan complied, but not without another smack to his ass, playfully reprimanding his boyfriend.His hips drove in and out, hard and fast and just the way Phil wanted, the way he needed.Phil sobbed as he hit his prostate, it felt so much stronger this way, so much more intense.He was choking out pleas with every thrust, begging like music to Dan’s ears.

“Dan, fuck, feels so good, so deep, shit.”

“Fuck me so good, so nice inside me.”

“Harder, please go fucking harder.”

Dan couldn’t believe he was getting to pleasure his idol like this, that he was in his bed, fucking him into his mattress, and Phil couldn’t get enough of it.His thighs were trembling around Dan’s sides, and he knew he was close.Dan doubled his efforts then, grabbing Phil’s hips in his hands and pulling him down farther, moving him up and down with each pivot in and out.Phil started babbling, incoherent keens of “close!” spilling past his lips like he couldn’t control it, and Dan almost wanted to coo at his desperation—he was adorable even while getting fucked.

“You gonna come for me? Gonna come without even being touched?”Dan teased, pushing Phil closer and closer to his release with every word.

“You’ll look so pretty when you come, always so beautiful, aren’t you?”Dan praised, smiling when Phil giggled and hid his face, flushed all the way down to his chest.

“Just a little bit more, I know you’re close baby, just let go.”Dan purred, and Phil tumbled over the edge, coming with a sob of Dan’s name.He shivered and convulsed through his orgasm, writhing like he couldn’t bear the overwhelming pleasure.Dan fucked him through it, coming himself as Phil spasmed and clenched around him.

They panted together as they both came down from their highs, Dan’s head resting against Phil’s chest, kissing at the bright red skin.Dan pulled out, and Phil whined when he felt his cum leak out of him.

“Gross,”He giggled, heart beating just a little bit faster when Dan’s fingers entwined sleepily with his.They fell asleep like that, exhausted and sated, and probably going to need to clean the sheets later, but not really caring.Tomorrow morning they’d deal with the lube still open on the bedside drawer, or the cum stains Dan had barely cleaned up with a paper towel, but for now, they could relax, basking in each other’s affection and company.

#bottom!phil #top!dan #phan smut #phanfic #sub!phil #sashawrites

[avenging-fandoms]

Too Close / Dacre Montgomery

*requested by anonymous *I love all of your fics I've read them all 😍 I was wondering if you could do some jealous Dacre like he introduces you to Joe and gets jealous how close you two get. He sees you on Joe's snapchat hanging out. When you go to his place the next day smut happens. He gets rough spanks you makes you scream his name. *in which dacre introduces you to joe and you and joe get close, and one day you hang out and dacre sees the snapchats, and gets HELLA jealous *WARNING: MAJOR sexual content *word count: 1725 *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

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“hey,” dacre walked into the trailer and you laugh “don’t laugh at me”

“sorry. you just look like billy ray cyrus” you joke and wrap your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist

“does that make me a DILF?”

“what?”

“we did have sex today, so i think that makes me a DILF”

“oh my god please stop talking” you laugh and he smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly

“come on, i want you to meet joe. fucking love the guy”

“not me. steve, i mean. steve’s a real fucking dick in the first season”

“in the first season. he’s changed a lot in the second” dacre replies and takes your hand, leading you out towards the snack tables “joe, this is y/n. y/n, this is joe”

“hi! oh wow it’s so nice to finally meet you, dacre doesn’t stops talking about you” joe teased and dacre blushes a dark crimson color

“alright dacre, let’s roll!” he kisses your cheek and runs to set

“so.. how’s it feel being in one of the hottest shows on planet earth?” you ask joe and his eyes widen a bit

“amazing. but when you put it like that it’s nerve racking”

“oh god, i’m sorry!” you hug him and he laughs

“it’s okay, y/n. really”

“so i hear you go from douchebag to sweetheart this season”

“yeah, i’m excited. i read the script and was happy with what i read”

“well, i can help you if you want. with your lines, i mean”

“that’d be great, thanks” joe smiled and you two sat down, your legs over his lap as you two rehearse 

“action!” 

in the scene, dacre was supposed to look a little angry, and he was. he was angry at the sight of you and joe close.

after coming to set with dacre for the past months, you and joe have grown close. you two had so much in common and it was great.

and dacre was jealous. like a mother fucker. 

he didn’t like how close you and joe were. sure, you were allowed to have guy friends, dacre wasn’t going to tell who you can or can’t be friends with. but he didn’t like how joe would flirt with you, knowing the fact that you and dace were a thing. 

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay baby?” dacre said, hands on your hips pulling you close

“okay, see you then” you placed your hands on his cheeks and kiss him, and you thought it was a peck, but he didn’t pull away. “mm!” you laugh and pull away “what the hell?”

“i just love you”

“i love you too. get a good nights rest tonight” dacre hopped into his car and turned it on, rolling down the window

“anything for you” he puckered his lips and you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips once more “bye baby”

“bye mullet” you tease and he glares, pulling out and leaving set

“ready to go, y/n?” joe asked

“yeah, let’s go”

dacre laid all alone in his bedroom, phone in hand, charging, as “Spider-Man” played softly in the background

he decided to go on snapchat to see if you posted anything. you didn’t post anything, but joe did.

“joe, knock it off!” joe’s nose brushed your cheek and both of you laughed “you’re so annoying” you push his head away and joe laughs, turning the camera to himself

“trust me, she loves me”

dacre tapped to see the next one. it was of you dancing in the mirror, singing

“oo okay y/n, get it!” joe cheered and you laughed and started to sway your hips in a silly way.

but dacre didn’t find it funny. his blood was boiling. joe was slowly taking you away from him, and it pissed him off, but it also scared him. he couldn’t lose the love of his life.

as the night went on, joe kept posting more and more snapchats of you and him being absolute nut jobs, and dacre couldn’t watch them. as possessive as he sounds, he didn’t want to share you with any other guy. 

y/n: hey baby i’m on my way over now

dacre: k

“did this fool just ‘k’ me?” you scrunch your eyebrows and shrug it off, putting your key in the ignition and driving to dacre’s house. you knocked on the door

“it’s open” you walk in with a smile on your face

“hiiii baby” you close the door and kick off your shoes “what’s the matter?”

“oh, nothing. just that joe is slowly stealing my girlfriend from me”

“what? dacre you’re absolutely insane if you think i would ever cheat on you” 

“well, joe’s snapchats sure looked like you-”

“we were fooling around! we’re friends! what, do you not want me to be friends with him anymore?” your voice raises a bit 

“no, that’s not what i’m saying! what i’m saying is you’re getting a little too friendly!”

“you’re a fucking idiot!” you yell

“i can’t lose you, y/n! you’re the best thing to happen to me in a long time and you can’t blame me for not being paranoid!”

“you think joe would actually want to steal me from you? you think he’s that kind of person?”

“he might be!”

“hmm, why don’t we go and see if he is!” you start to walk to the front door, but before you could reach it, dacre grabs your arm and pushes you against the door

“you really think i’d let you do that, princess?” he chuckled lowly

“if you think it’ll happen, just let it” you say back and dacre smiles

“you’re a bold one, kitten. but let me show you who’s only aloud to touch you” he pushed you onto the couch and you squeal “take off your pants, baby” you looked into his eyes the whole time as you peel off your leggings

“wh-what are you going to do?” you asked, slightly nervous

“that’s for me to know, and for you to find out” he smirked and grabbed your hips, flipping you on your stomach. he sits on the couch and lays you over his lap, kneading your ass. “hmm, you know what happens when you disobey me” he brings his hand down to smack your ass roughly, and you jump when you feel his rings along with the slap

“i-i’m sorry dacre! i won’t act like that again!”

“oh, i don’t believe you” he chuckled and smacked your ass again, it stinging a little more because of his rings. your nails dug into his leg as you whimper “count”

“SEVENTEEN! dacre please” you cry and shake. dacre sits you up and wipes the tear that fell from your eye

“did you learn your lesson?”

“y-yes”

“yes what?” he put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up, giving a small smirk

“yes sir”

“good girl. you get a reward now. what do you want, baby girl?” his lips started to kiss your neck and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i want to show you that i’m only yours” you push him to the couch and he smiles. you peel off your underwear, his eyes never leaving yours. you take off his pants and pull down his underwear, throwing it behind you.

your hands trail up his thighs and he sighs. your hands push his shirt up and over his head. your shirt and bra came off next and dacre smiled

“all yours” you whisper and straddle his waist. you whimper as you grinded against him, his fingers gripping your waist.

“all mine” he whispered back. you smile and attach your lips to his, fingers in his hair. his hands travel down your body and down to your ass, squeezing and you yelp

“still a little sensitive”

“sorry about that” dacre laughed “no i’m not”

you hand gripped his dick and you slowly sank onto his cock, and loud moan slipping from your lips

“fuck, y/n. how are you still so tight after all the fucking we’ve done” he threw his head back and groaned. your fingers gripped his shoulders as you bounced your hips, moans escaping from your mouth. you pushed your hair out of your face and pushed it to the side, placing your forehead on dacre's staring at him straight in his eyes

"god" you gasp and stop bouncing, throwing your head back. dacre grips your left breast and kisses down the valley of your breasts. he laid you on the couch and started to thrust into you, your back arching “fuck, dacre, right there”

“i’m the only one who can fuck you this good” his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed softly “isn’t that right princess?”

“yes-fuck-yes” your fingers scratch his skin and he smiles

“i’m not gonna last long, pretty girl. you feel like heaven” his fingers gripped your hips tighter, and you knew the bruises were already forming in finger shapes, and his rings were making marks

“me too dacre” his thumb rubbed your bundle of nerves and you bit your lip so hard, the faint taste of iron on your tongue

“cum for me, beautiful”

both of you moan loudly as you both climaxed, dacre panting as he rode out your highs

he pulled out and sat next to you, hand over his head. he chuckled and you laughed

“fuck, that was amazing” he laughed

“all cause of jealously. maybe i should make you jealous more often” you tease and dress yourself again, but keeping your leggings off

“no no, you wouldn’t like it. your ass is already red and bruising from my hands and rings”

“yeah, it really hurts. can you rub ointment on it or something?”

“of course. want me to cuddle you too?”

“actually, yeah. that’d be great”

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