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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 10: Ghost’s Date

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

W: Ghost x Reader (+ Ghost x Price x Reader), threesome, douple p, a bit of choking, feelings.

It's a couple of days after your little adventure with Soap, while you are making yourself a cup of coffee that Ghost enters the house. He walks behind you, smiling when you smile at him, he hugs you from behind kissing the back of your head.

“How you doing, birdie?” He asks, resting his head on yours.

“Really good, Ghostie.” You answer, smiling enjoying the warmth of his body.

“Any plans for today?” He asks

“Yeah, I was planning on going running later, then I was going to go on a flight to Madagascar and probably have dinner at some terrorist organisation headquarters.” You answer, unnecessarily sarcastic knowing perfectly fine you can't leave the house. “Why? You wanna join?”

“Ha, ha. Well, since you are so busy I'll ask Gaz if he wants to help me with the dogs then.” He says casually, stepping back and chuckling when you whip your head around.

“Dogs?” You ask with a wide smile on your face.

“Yeah, there is a bunch of new K-9 units and I have been assigned to arrange their trainers and partners.” He explains. “I thought you'd like to spend the afternoon with the puppies but it seems you're busy, so.”

“No, no, I'm not.” You quickly say, clinging to his t-shirt. “I'm sorry, I was just joking, sorry, sorry.”

You lay your head on his chest, looking up to him with puppy eyes.

“Can I see the doggies?” You ask smiling softly.

He chuckles, shaking his head at your antics and patting your butt.

“Put on your shoes then, let's go.” You quickly scurry past him, coffee long forgotten on the kitchen counter. You end up being the one pulling him out of the house, excited to see dogs.

The fresh air of the outside fills your lungs when you take a deep breath making Ghost chuckle. “You're acting like the house doesn't have windows.”

You laugh back, not being able to argue and walking towards the car. It is a quick drive back to base, and different from Soap, Ghost lets you open your own door waiting for you before the car to hold your hand on your way inside the dog kennels.

The barks and whines of the puppies can be heard immediately and Ghost moves his hand to the small part of your back to push you forward telling you to go for them.

You walk faster almost running until reaching the gate at the end of the hall where the puppies are, little tails wagging to the sound of your voice excited to meet new people. You crouch down getting your finger inside that immediately get bitten and licked by the little devils.

“Want to help me give them their tags?” Ghost asks when he reaches you. “You need to go inside, I'm sure you'll hate it.”

You end up having the time of your life, once inside you sit on the floor close to the gate with Ghost sitting on the other side of the gate. He passes the collars with the tag for each dog, laughing when you try and identify each of the puppies when they won't stay still for a second.

By the end, most of the dogs are already falling asleep around you; even some on top of you. And when you are done with the tags, Ghost moves to the desk to sign the last documents required.

“Oh, no!” You exclaim getting his attention. “He peed on me!” You whine, moving the puppy that was on your lap and getting out. Holding the t-shirt away from your body, a big, circular spot in the middle of it.

Ghost chuckles when he sees you, noticing a familiar tag on it. “Wait, is that…”

“Soap's t-shirt?” You ask, looking at what he's pointing. “Yeah, it is.”

That turns Ghost's chuckle into a whole belly laugh as he stands, finished all the work, picking it up. “Let's go to the room, I'll lend you one of mine.”

“You got a room in here?” You ask walking after him.

“Yeah, nothing major. Price managed to get us a room for each of us, Gaz and Soap share theirs cause they are clingy but Price and I got our own. Rank privileges.” He says winking at you, slightly blushing for some reason at such a silly gesture.

The room is close by, and when you enter Ghost sits on his bed dropping the papers on his desk. You take off the shirt, careful not to touch it with your face in the process. In his bathroom, you wash the part of your abdomen that you feel moist, grimacing at the knowledge it is pee and walk back into the room. Not bothering to put on a shirt and sitting on Ghost's lap, your legs going around his hips.

He looks at you, hugging you back and a look of mischievousness in his eyes.

“So you told Johnny that you loved him.” Ghost suddenly says, blood blushing to your face making you hide it on his neck as you groan.

“He couldn't stay quiet, could he?” You ask, making the man chuckle as his hand moves up and down your back.

“Nah, you would have threatened him with stopping to love him or something for him to be quiet.” He jokes, his other hand resting on your thigh. “But why do you want him not to say anything, love? Embarrassed of him?”

“No. Of me.” You admit, mumbling against his skin while you hug his torso.

“Explain.” He simply says, pulling words out of you; feeling a certain wave of proudness that you found a safe space to talk in him, even if hiding your face.

“I feel silly… too exposed… I don't like it…” you say, burying your face even more if possible trying to hide.

“It is overwhelming, right? He asks, resting his head on top of yours. “And confusing… it is already confusing coming to terms with the feeling of one person, let alone four of them, right?”

You simply nod against his neck, like a stubborn kid getting called out.

“And you feel the pressure to automatically love the four of them. There is that one person that you feel like the relationship is a bit more forward or is just different from the rest, maybe you met them before or clicked easier with them. But now, it is not fair to the rest so you start to force yourself to love them too, and it is not that you don't, is that you are not letting the relationship evolve naturally and you are pressuring it, and it doesn't feel right. And then, that turns into feeling that they are gonna notice it, and they are going to hate you and you are going to lose them all, but now you want them and instead of feeling love you feel scared and you don't want to admit it.” He says calmly, each word as if he was reading your mind. You look up to him, brows furrowed and glossy eyes. “Right?”

“How do you…” you half ask, looking into his eyes that crinkle when he smiles.

“Well, birdie.” He says with a soft chuckle. “We didn't wake up one day and decided we were all married together and everything was perfect. It took us years to finally set everything in.”

“Years?” You ask surprised by the time.

Simon hums as an answer. “We met you a month ago. So you already doing a better job than all of us.” He chuckles. “I'm pretty sure I was the one who did the shittiest job with it, to be honest… I kept thinking Soap didn't like me back, that he was afraid to tell me off and that was why he wanted more with Gaz and Price. Funniest thing is that we were not really dating because I was already unsure about him liking me more than physically.”

“And how did you do it?” You ask.

“Well, the thing that I struggled the most was with how jealous was of the way Soap would look at them. Once I got my head out of my own ass I realised he look at me just like that as well…” He says cupping your face. “And I'm pretty sure he is starting to look at you just like that too. And he is not the only one.”

You look up into his eyes, you have never seen them like they look at the moment. Clear with emotions, no walls in between, just pouring into you the reassurance you so badly need. It brings tears to your eyes, not sad, simply feeling like the door holding all the anxiousness and self-doubt has just been opened and those feelings are being flushed out.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask with a sob, your hand reaching to the bottom of his mask not daring to actually touch it until he tells you it's okay. He nods, helping you take it off; and before you can kiss him he cups your face stopping you.

“You are alright, birdie?” He asks, concern obvious in his voice. You quickly nod, not wanting to use words and Ghost takes pity on you, probably for seeing himself on you, because he doesn't push you and leans forward crashing his lips against yours.

His hands move down to your hips, pulling you tightly against him; his tongue finds its way inside dancing along with yours. You grab his shoulders, his wide hands engulfing your ribs pulling you close.

Your hips grind against his crotch making him groan into your mouth, his cock coming to life against your ass. One of his hands moves lower, to where your spine ends and pushes you helping you move against him.

“Aww, poor birdie needs me to fuck all my love into her tight sweet cunt?” He coos into your neck, making you whine out of embarrassment. “Show her how much we want her, our treasured birdie. So luckily that we found you, you know that?”

Ghost moves to kiss your cheeks, drinking your tears as he does. His hand find its way inside of your pants, sliding down until he reaches your entrance groaning when he feels the wetness.

“So wet already, birdie?” He snickers looking at your face as you close your eyes, biting your lips as you keep moving your hips trying to get his finger inside of you. He indulges you, inserting two fingers inside your weeping cunt making you arch your back as a soft moan escapes your lips.

It is fast, the way he easily takes off your clothes; barely making you stand to take off your clothes before he has you straddling his lap. He's still clothed when you pull him down, making him lay on his back with you still on his lap.

“I want to ride you, Simon Riley.”

And who in the hell is he to deny your wishes? He doesn't even stop to think how you learnt his name, Johnny most likely. But you standing over him, hair framing your face, light from outside illuminating you from behind looking like a fucking angel. And it takes him a minute, to remember that he has free will to roam your body with his hands.

He helps you undo his pants, only taking them down to his mid-thigh before pulling his dick out of his briefs. Simon knows you are not as stretched as you should be, but when he sees you spit down on his tip rubbing your small hand up and down, he too can't wait any longer.

He helps you, lowering you on his dick as it stretches you to the brim. He sees the look of pure ecstasy on your face; eyes dropping close, brown furrow and lip between your teeth keeping you from moaning out loud.

He is no better than you, his fingertips dig into the fat of your hips with a bruising strength, his eyes locked into the way your lips spread to allow his dick deep into you. He groans when he feels your hip flush against his, smiling when he sees you grind forward to find friction against your clit; your legs slightly buckling when his trimmed pubes give you that needed touch.

He moves his hand forward, brushing the soft fuzz of your abdomen as he presses his hand on it placing his hand right where he knows his tip is at. Pressing down at it and moving his thumb slowly down your body, making you feel him inside of you; almost able to tell every vein of his shaft.

It must also do something for him with the way he groans, using his other hand to move your hips back and forward savouring every millimetre of friction that it gives him. You press your hands on his chest, bending your knees under you getting in position to move up and down.

He sighs, a feeling of victory in his heart as he moves both his arms to cross them under his head; as if he was simply sunbathing on the beach and not having sex.

You chuckle when you see him, a refreshing of sight of seeing him smile satisfied with himself and with no mask on the way.

“Enjoying the view, Riley?” You tease, still not moving and letting yourself rest for a second.

“Very.” He simply answers, you the white of his teeth peeks as he gives you a tiny smile. “Was it Johnny that told you?”

“Obviously.” You chuckle back, Simon's eyebrow twitching when you do and your cunt clenches around him. “He actually said your name right before eating my ass… I’m still figuring out how to feel about it.”

Your comment makes him chuckle, moving inside of you forcing an intake of air in you. “Nah, that’s just cause you have a bloody nice arse, birdie. Must have reminded him of mine.”

You shake your head. “I’ll have to check it myself then.” You say, raising your chin.

“Aw, for fucks sake. I already have to hide my arse from Johnny, not from you too.” He laughs, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Aww, Simon, you getting shy.” You tease him, softly pulling his arm.

“Ha, I’ll show you shy.” He says with a chuckle, he grabs your calves one on each hand pulling you up. It forces you to plant your hands on each side of his head when he pulls your lower body up. It leaves you holding yourself up, with only your hands on the bed, legs spread open and his dick resting on your entrance having forced out with the change in position.

You look down, seeing the clear string of arousal linking the two of you together, and you watch as he slowly lowers your hips; his tip catching at your entrance and he suddenly thrusts his hips up filling you up easily.

It forces the air out of your lungs, leaving you with your mouth open right over his face and if you had your eyes open you would be able to see that he looks just as fucked out as you. Eyes closed in bliss, mouth open and head slightly tilted back.

He moves you up and down, using you like a human fleshlight, the humble show of his sheer strength only fueling your arousal. This man has the strength to break you in two, and instead is using all his power to make you feel good.

It is an angle at which he reaches so deep, every time he lowers your or his hips rises it is skin on skin; there is not an inch of his dick that is not inside of you. Your arousal drips down, making plat plat plat sounds every time your clit kisses his body.

It has your mind empty, focusing on keeping yourself up but every thrust threatens to make you fall face-first on his. Your arms start to shake after a bit, it is hard to stay up when you are getting fuck within an inch of your life.

You lower yourself, choosing to rest on your forearms; getting closer to his face but still keeping yourself off of him. “Getting tired, birdie?” He asks between grunts. “Better cum soon them, love.”

He changes the angle again, and somehow the new angle makes it easier for him to reach that point inside of you that has your eyes rolling back into your skull; moaning his name loudly as you feel your climax approach suddenly.

“Yeah, just like that, birdie.” He says, satisfied with himself that he was able to have you coming undone so quickly. “C’mon, birdie, give to me, love.”

You whine, wanting to hold on a little bit longer; just a bit more.

But it is just a couple thrusts more than have you finally collapsing over him, barely dodging his face on your way down when you come; arms shaking when you feel him let go of you just to rub your clit in tight circles to make you climax last making you moan on his hear.

He lets you breathe when you slap his hand, chuckling to himself when you do and he lets you rest. With you resting on him, both your arms over his head and his face on your chest.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath back, and when you do you look down to see his dick still red and angry. “You didn't finish…”

“I know, I had another plan.” He says. “Are you alright, love?” He asks, and when you nod he smiles. Standing up keeping you on his arms, your legs around his hips. “Let’s go visit Price.”

“What?” You ask, dumbfounded when you see him start to walk towards the door. “Wait, no, we are naked, people will see.”

“No, they won’t. And I’m dressed.” He argues, and he is right. His only skin showing being his dick and his face. Funny enough.

You hug him, hiding your face on his neck and accepting your fate. He walks outside, he knows perfectly fine that only he and Price are on this side of the base but you don't need to know that. He reaches Price's office in less than a minute which for you feels like an eternity and he knocks on the door, going in when Price says “C’mon in” from the inside.

“Night, Captain.” He says as if it is the most normal interaction.

“Well, hello Simon.” The captain answers, chuckling when he sees you still hiding. “Hi, birdie.”

You still feel yourself burn with embarrassment, mumbling a tiny Hi as an answer; only pulling your face out when Simons sits you on Price's desk. “Lay down.” Simon tells you.

You look behind you, seeing as Price moves everything so you can lay back; choosing to prop yourself on your elbows to remain able to look at them.

“Give me a kiss?” Price asks, still sitting on his chair and you give him a soft peck on the lips making the man smile, his moustache moving as he does. “Are you having fun?”

“I am.” You answer and you turn to Ghost. “But he isn’t”

Ghost scoffs at you, slapping your thigh at the same time. “And who says I’m not having fun.”

“He didn't finish.” You tell Price, looking up at him, feeling like a kid snitching on somebody.

“And whose fault is that?” Ghost answers, teasing you.

It makes you gasp, feeling offended by his words and you sidekick him his ribs not strong enough to actually hurt him. “Don't say those things to me, I feel bad later!” You admit

“Now, now, settle down the both of you.” He says chuckling as he stands up, slowly walking to stand beside Ghost. “If you have so much energy why don't you fuck it out instead of fighting.”

Ghost groans between your legs, and it's then that you notice that Price is fisting his cock, moving his rough hand slowly up and down Ghost's length aligning it with your entrance. He pushes Ghost forward, filling you up once more and making you moan softly.

“Lay down.” Price tells you this time, and you oblige letting your back rest against the table. Ghost’s hands move to the underside of your thighs, keeping them up closer to your chest. His hips move slowly in and out of you, and you notice one of his hands slip from your leg.

Wet sounds catch your attention and when you look up you see Price kissing Ghost, his hand on the back of Ghost's head and Ghost’s hand wrapped around Price’s shaft. He moves his hand at the same pace as the one set by his hips fucking you, you barely hear them moan into each other mouth. The slightest twitch of their eyebrow when they touch a weak spot.

You notice Price’s hand on Ghost’s waist under his shirt, rubbing circles with his thumb and slightly pushing him forward to meet your hips. The one that is behind his head closes around his hair, pulling his head slightly back and Price moves to kiss the man’s throat, a moan leaving Ghost’s mouth as he looks up.

You see Price drag his tongue flat against Ghost’s neck, moving up to behind his ear biting at his lobe and it is then that he catches you staring; a smirk appearing on his face. “I think birdie is a little perver that likes to watch…” He snitches, a tone of voice that lets you know you are in trouble.

“I think she just wants more attention… Can’t have enough, do you, birdie?” Ghost asks, grunting as he keeps thrusting in and out.

“Not true...” You mumble, half whining. You follow Price as he moves away from Ghost, his hand finding its way back to your leg. Price stands behind you, pressing his hand on your chest to make you lie down coming face to face with his dick right in front of your face.

“Maybe if you have a cock down your throat you will stop lying.” He says, fisting his dick and probing your lips. You open your mouth slowly, expecting him to ease his way inside little by little. Instead, the moment your mouth is opened enough he thrusts forward, making you gag.

“Fuck!” You heard Ghost groan. “Do it again, captain. She clenched down so hard when you did.”

Price chuckles, pulling back and bending down to look at your face. He grabs your hand, moving it so his fingers are on your palm. “If it gets too much, grab it twice, alright, love?” He instructs and you nod, opening your mouth back again eagerly.

He doesn't waste time, filling your mouth back at the same time Ghost does, making you arch your back at the double stimulation. Something about the unusual harder way that the both of them are fucking you tonight truly ignites something inside of you. Ever since your weekend with Soap, something in the dynamics of the five seems to have changed.

Before, they would always touch you with such care as if scared you would break or that they would scare you off if they pressed a bit too hard. Always putting you in front of them, making sure you were enjoying it most time not even caring about themselves.

Not that they are not caring about it today, but there is a certain edge about it that shows that they are enjoying it doing it harder not for the extra friction but for the feeling that they are allowed to do it to you and you are basking on the attention received.

Price and Ghost thrust in and out so hard that for a second you fear they may meet in the middle, their hands roam your body, pressing, scratching, slightly slapping just to make you jump at the sting.

Price leans forward to kiss Ghost again, the change in angle making his shaft hit deeper in your throat making you grab his finger in reflex; once, not twice. And once he is sure of it, he keeps fucking your skull without much of a care.

It is not much longer after that you feel your second climax on the night approach, not that you could do much about it. The change in Price's attitude, from worshipping you on your first night to the lack of care of tonight truly opens your eyes to the wide range of possibilities with the man.

And the way Ghost has been filling you up, cunt stretched to accommodate the wide size of his shaft on every thrust has you wailing around Price when his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles. You combust on a loud moan around Price, Ghost holding your hips hard as he picks up the pace trying to reach his as well, grunting loudly and pulling out last second to paint your abdomen white with his spend, groaning at the sigh.

It is Price the last to come, letting go of your hand to wrap both of his around your throat to fuck it harder. It makes you panic for a second, the lack of his hand translating to a lack of communication to let him know if it is too much. It only lasts until Ghost’s hand takes Price’s place, keeping you grounded as he moves to your side kissing your hand.

Price's hands wrap harder than expected, making it almost impossible to breathe and having to lean on holding your breath for as long as Price needs hoping to have the lungs capacity. He finally does, right as you start to think about tapping out, he comes deep down your throat, coughing when he finally lets go of your neck.

He pulls back, letting you breathe, marvelling at the sight of his pretty bird looking so filthy with his and his Lieutenant come on her body. He sits back down on his chair, picking you up to sit you down on his lap; using the tissues on his desk to wash as good as he can the come and spit drying up on your face as you are still coughing up a bit.

Post-nut clarity hits Price hard when he sees the imprints on his hands on your neck, they are just red for the lack of oxygen; he knows perfectly fine there will be no marks in the morning. But right now you are coughing up a lung and his hands are around your neck.

He cuddles you, kissing your head as he bathes you in apologies. “I’m sorry, birdie. I was too rough, sorry, love.”

You shake your head, making him look down at your face, heart warming up when he sees a little mischievous smile on your mouth. “I liked it.” You say, voice hoarse and scratched.

Ghost chuckles behind you, crouching down to let a glass of water on your hands. “You were right, Captain. She is a little perver.” He jokes, dropping a kiss on your forehead.

Hi my lovelies!! 💗💗

Only two more chapters to go to finish this series, and I dont know how to feel about it.

I only need to write the finale, and revise the next one, AAAAA so nervous.

Once I'm done with that I'll do a lot of blogkeeping so it is a lot more tidy because it is A MESS right now, and I want it to be easier to find everything I have written before adding more to the chaos.

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VALENTINE'S DAY ♡

─ HOW they spend their valentines day with you!

─ with GOJO, GETO, MEGUMI, YUUTA, INUMKAI, YUJI

GOJO ─

For the whole day, Gojo has been a little out of it. When you had woken up, he was gone, not in the bed. You didn't really think much of it, a little bummed out though.

When you had finally got out of the shared bedroom you had finally saw him but he was getting ready to head out. Not even giving you a kiss for the day, not even a "Good morning."! So of course throughout the day, you wasn't yourself, on Valentines day your own husband has left you alone in the house.

That is.. Until he came back.

It was around 5P.M., that he came back. He rushed in the shared bedroom and came marching up towards you.

"Y/N get ready." He ordered

"Excuse? Get ready for what?" You answered back. He knew he was going to get the cold shoulder yet he got through it.

"Cmonn babe! I promise it will all make sense but you need to get ready." He begged, pulling you up from the bed.

You sighed and gave in.

"Okay fine.." You mumbled, making his face light up in excitement.

"You don't need to find a dress I already have on in the bathroom for you." He told you as he began to push you in.

You got ready in the dress he had for you, it looked expensive, really expensive. You wondered if that's why he was out whole day today. You got out of the bathroom, heading towards your dresser to do your hair and makeup. Though, before you could pick up the comb, your eyes landed on the new makeup set? You didn't get any so..

Your head turned to look for him, immediately found him staring right back at you, sitting on the bed with a smirk. You turned back to complete your look, using the new makeup of course.

As soon as you were finished with your hair and makeup, he got up, stopped your movements and went looking for something.

He later came back with a shoe box, taking out the most expensive looking heels, causing you to slightly gasp. He took them out, looking up at you as he offered to slide them on your feet.

Then you both finally left the house, being treated like a princess the whole way. Then you finally made it to the big surprise. Gojo Satoru had rented out a whole restaurant for just the both of you.

As you entered you literally saw more mountains of gifts, clothes, jewelry, you name it. You literally forgot for a minute that your married to a rich man who loves to spoil you.

(you mostly ate the chocolate he got you at the restaurant)

GETO ─

As the sun came up, hitting his face, Suguru had woken up before his alarm. The first thing he did wasn't to turn it off, it was to cover you with thousands of kisses. He wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure, pulling it towards his body as he began kissing your face.

Slightly in and out your sleep, you felt his lips bringing you out of your dreamland. You turned away to stretch a bit, turning back to wrap your arms around him, shoving your face in his neck as you began to play with his hair.

That was your morning with him.

But he had to leave for work, he promised he had a surprise for you later.

So during the day, you were left alone, lazing around the house.

You knew that Suguru won't be back until like 10PM or something, so what surprise does he have for you so late?

At around 9PM, you got a text for him, he sent you a location and told you to meet him there.

It was near a park but the location was in the woods, kinda. What if it's someone trying to kidnap you..

Nevertheless, you got your shoes on and began making your way towards the location.

As soon as you made it to the park, you saw a small light in the woods. It woods was known for being safe, a lot of people hide around in it. You walked towards it, making it out to be a fake candle, and a picnic. You stopped in your tracks and admired it.

Just then, a hand was wrapped around your waist, causing you to look back at the owner of the hand but only saw your husband instead.

"What do you wanna eat?" He asked as he guided you towards the picnic.

Under the stars, you both had a lovely picnic filled with laughter and love!

MEGUMI ─

As soon as you entered the classroom, you saw that your boyfriend was crowded a bit. As much as he's the quiet type he has his own fans in the school and today being love day, caused them all to drop off gifts for him.

Though, Megumi being Megumi, gave them an uninterested look yet thanked them for the gifts and walked away as soon as he saw you. You stretched out your hands, offering your boyfriend a hug as he just grumbled and rested his head on your shoulder, as you patted his back.

Throughout the school day as him hiding and following behind you, hiding from the girls who want to "privately talk to him". Of course you found the situation silly, no way Megumi will ever leave you, but the girls did got on your nerves. Some did know about his relationship with you, yet they still pushed. You even saw some placing notes in his locker.

He's being showered with love! But it only causes him to get even more annoyed.

Let's say the girls didn't give up and Nobara and Yuji came to scare them away. (no one makes megs unhappy!)

Finally, school was over. He dragged you out and towards his dorm room. As soon as you entered the room, Megumi got out all the gifts he received, as well as his own gift for you, it was a box of chocolate and a mini teddybear holding a heart.

"Cute." you told him.

He got his laptop, turned on the air condition and offered you to play some movies, eating the chocolate he received while snuggling up under you. Let's say he forgot about the movie, mostly because he fell asleep on your chest, hugging you closely towards him.

YUUTA ─

The day before Valentines day, Yuuta was out whole afternoon. He told you that he was getting special items for your date. He was out with Rika finding gifts for you!

So today, after school, he texted you to meet him at his old playground, at a certain time at night. You were excited. Your quiet boyfriend always found creative ways to express his emotions towards you so him being out so long yesterday really got you thinking, what is he planning?

You left and the certain he gave you. The sun had already set, so it was dark out. You walked towards the playground and saw him sitting on the swing. When he saw you his face lit up.

"Y/N you came!" He exclaimed as he came off the swing and began speed walking towards you.

"Of course I did." You answered back, wrapping your arms around him. He returned the hug and began dragging you closer towards the playground.

When you got closer, you saw that on one of the mini benches had some snacks on it, along with your favorite meal in a box. Your face lit up at the sight.

"Did you really do all of this?" You asked him.

He nodded.

"But I did needed help with something, Rika helped me." He told you as he got some lanterns from under the bench.

"YOU GOT LANTERNS?" You accidently yelled. out of shock.

"Of course I did! The lanterns reminds me of how you always light up my day whenever I see you." He began, mumbling the rest as he continued.

You cupped his cheeks, squishing it a bit and planted a kiss on his lips.

It caught him off guard.

"You're just being too cute so I had to. Anyways let's light the lanterns!" You told the boy as you took one of the lanterns out of his hand, as he got his lighter, the both of you lighting up the lantern together, both watching as it fly away, stuffing your face with the food he got you as he stared at you with a big happy smile on his face.

INUMAKI ─

Lately your boyfriend and yourself have been living on minecraft. Inumaki gets the resources and you build and decorate! Of course you both go crave exploring together.

Thanks to the mods you always forced him to go biome hunting as well! But one thing for sure is that Inumaki doesn't know how to NOT build something that isn't good looking. You want your house to look cute and then Inumaki suddenly builds a portal to the Neather right next to it.

But today, being Valentines day, Inumaki thought long and hard on a gift and decided to redo your minecraft world!

He took the day off from school because he loves you more than school and he got rid of all the portals, moved them to another area and got to work.

He turned everything all lovey themed (with the help of youtube tutorials) and even added more of his own decorations!

Of course you was upset today, Inumaki didn't come to school and told you nothing, actually he didn't even texted you today.

So when you burst through his dorm door, scaring the hell out of him, glaring at him with a big frown on your face, he got up from his bed and suffocated you with a hug, he was so focused on the game he forgot to update you. But soon your anger went away as you finally got to atleast hug him, closing your eyes as you took in his scent BUT he broke the hug and told you to hop on the game.

Confused at his orders, you did it anyways. You got in his bed, pulled out your laptop and got on the game. He's been hiding his screen from you so you was a bit scared to see what he did.

But when you got on he saw your emotions shifted from confusion to full on shock.

"TOGE YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS?" (help get it!!?) You yelled.

He was happy at the result he got as he ran behind your avatar, following you around as you gave yourself a tour.

"YOU EVEN GOT RID OF THE UGLY LOOKING PORTALS!!"

"DON'T CALL THEM UGLY."

He told you that you can decorate the portals so you placed a bunch of flowers around them.

He was really happy that you were happy, the both of you spend the rest of the day playing minecraft!

YUJI ─

Everyday is technically Valentines day for Yuji, he always brings you gifts almost everyday.

So even though it's not really anything new today, you still feel a bit of excitement when Yuji brought you some ice cream sandwiches during lunch time.

He begged Mr. Gojo to keep them cold in the staff room, bringing them out and now dragging you towards an area where not much people are around.

"Here!" He handed you.

"Thanks Yu, but why ice cream sandwiches when it's freezing outside?" You asked.

Its been raining non-stop for a while.

He grinned then handed you his hoodie.

"So I can do this." He simply said, pulling the hoodie over your head.

His silly idea made you laugh, biting into the sandwich as you look up at him, admiring the big smile on his face as he ate his own.

You pulled out a card out of your bag and handed it to him.

"Here." You told him.

He wasn't really expecting something, he always told you that even though he gives you gifts almost everyday that you don't need to, but today, it's a special day.

"You made me something?" He asked.

"Of course I did! It's Valentines day duh." You answered back, playfully rolling your eyes at his question.

He took the card and began reading it, you not really thinking much about it (you wrote your heart out in the card.), was surprised when you felt a pair of arms snaking around your body as he slightly dragged you closer to him, he rested his head behind yours as he quietly mumbled

"I love you too."

Quite alot of blush began to cover your face as you quietly finished the ice cream sandwich, the both of you enjoying each other's company on the cold floor, in a tranquil mood.

merry christmas LOL😂😂

#imraeswork #imraespace -♡#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #crack #fluff #jjk yuuta #yuuta x reader #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jjk geto #geto x reader #jjk yuji #yuji x reader #jjk inumaki #inumaki x reader

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decayedgloria · 10 months

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sundress szn

ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni

Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread

Capitano

Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.

The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.

Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.

“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.

Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.

“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you.

“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.

“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…

Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?

Dottore

As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.

So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear.

You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…

Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned.

It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.

With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.

“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”

“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.

“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Columbina

You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it?

You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold.

Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice.

Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.

“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more.

“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair.

Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.

Arlecchino

Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.

However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-

Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…

A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.

“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.

She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.

She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.

Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.

What a tease.

A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.

can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.

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joesanrio · 6 months

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Attitude | R.R

Summary: Roman’s already having a problem with LA Knight, so why are you giving him attitude too?

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Fem!reader || established relationship

Warnings: bratty!reader, Dom!roman, mentions: past fights, use of wrestling name, ignoring, reader needs physical touch, pet names, p-in-v (unprotected), cowgirl!mode, boring!missionary (in joe’s opinion), kissing, begging, etc not edited

Word Count: 651

Ratings: 18+ | Angst, Smut

A/N: I have so many ideas after crown jewel but I take so long to write them you probably won’t want it anymore :/

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“What’s your problem?” Roman complains as he makes his way to you backstage, rolling your eyes at the scuffed up man. His eyes falling from yours to the tight fan merch of his that you got tailored into a crop top, tits filling the shirt perfectly.

“What problem?” You huffed before shrugging as his hand grabs yours quickly, “You have an attitude problem. I just got stomped out and you’re back here huffing and puffing at me.” Roman says before pulling your body into his private locker room.

Eyebrows furrowing as you stared blankly at him, “Now you’re quiet?” His voice deep as he observes your face. “I don’t have an attitude. Now let’s go before I miss-“ “No we aren’t going anywhere until you tell me.” Roman interrupts, large hands wrapped around your waist to prevent you from leaving.

A long sigh leaving your lips, you just wanted to enjoy the show. “I’m just tired… and I don’t like seeing you get beat up.” Lips falling into their natural pout as your eyes avoid his uncertain gaze, his long finger pulling your chin softly to look at him.

“Know what, I’ll deal with you later.” Roman’s voice deep as he whispers the warning into your ear with ease. Smirking at your surprised expression when he hears his name called by some of the producers.

His hand giving you a small tap on the ass before he leaves you in the locker room alone, flustered and tired. The silence becoming overbearing as you quickly leave after him, you needed him. Now.

———

“I’m always so proud of you. You always get the crowd to react…but I have a question.” You can’t help but ramble about how exciting tonight was, especially because you got this random boost of energy.

Roman knew it wasn’t random, he knew it was because you were finally able to be within touching distance of him all night. Your love language being physical touch was one of the things he didn’t think he had to worry about until it affected your whole mood.

“Are you still mad at me? Why aren’t you saying anything.” Eyes saddened as you wait for a response, though he continues to keep silence.

Lips pouted out as you watch him, “RoRo?” a soft whisper causing his head to turn towards you immediately.

“I’m pissed.” Is all he says before his large hand comes up to tug at the bottom of your top, “If it makes you feel better, you really turned me on..” You whisper-blurt out as he lets out a airy chuckle.

His hand falling from your shirt to rest on the inside of your thigh, thumb rubbing your soft skin up and down. You could feel the red panties your wearing, soak at his delicate touch. Eyes sultry as you look at him, mouth slightly ajar before leaning onto his shoulder in hopes to control yourself.

The car ride feeling forever, you didn’t want to end on a bad note with him because he was supposed to be going to Saudi Arabia alone tomorrow. “Are you actually going to go alone?” You complain quietly in his ear as his hand lands a soft smack onto your thigh.

[Presidential Suite; 12:01am]

Bouncing up and down his cock, reverse cowgirl, was the best part of your night. Hands down on the bed in front of you, between Roman’s spread out legs. Ass poked out behind you as you work yourself up and down his long, thick cock.

Not worried about the small squeaks of the bed or how Roman’s hands are palming over your hips to pull you down while he thrusts up. “Please! Fuck- Ro… your cock is so big.” A moan escapes your lips while your juices coat his cock perfectly, a white ring forming along him nicely.

“Only if you didn’t have that attitude.” He chuckles as his legs bend to put more force into his thrusts, putting you off rhythm. Short, loud squeals leaving your make-out swollen lips, body wanting to collapse as Roman works his cock amazingly up into you.

“Damn, your ass looks great from this angle.” He teases as his hand goes to push your back down a bit more, ass jiggling in his face without mercy. The arch in your back emphasizes your small waist, hair curly as it bounces down your back.

Almost makes Roman cum right then by just looking at you, but he’s still debating on whether to fuck you all right now and leave you or have you come with him and fuck you in Saudi Arabia.

“Roman… S’good. Please I’m sorry!” Your pretty voice moans as your pussy clenches along his cock that’s fucking you into oblivion.

Roman forgot why you were even apologizing, he’s so out of it. “You are? I don’t know…” He teases before stopping his thrust completely, making you want to scream in frustration.

“Baby! I was so close.” You whined as your hips pull you off his thick cock, now feeling empty and soaked waiting for him to come back. “Hush. I’m just tryna see that pretty fucked out face.” Roman coos as you switch positions to lay in front of him. Tits still concealed in his tailored merch shirt, full and round.

“Fuck! I need to get you more shirts huh? He groans as he enters your sopping pussy, not even paying attention to his question as your back arch’s off the bed.

His hand going under your top to play with your hard nipples, eyes going to meet his as he rocks his hard cock into you slowly.

“I love your cock so much.” You say absentmindedly as you clench around him, his pace picking up at the compliment. “I know you do.” He moans as his hand leaves your breast to play with your clit, eyes closing tightly as your body goes into overload.

The air becoming thick and hot, breathing erratic before you cum onto his cock. Ears ringing as you try to control your breathing, only before Roman’s soft lips captures yours.

Arms wrapped around his shoulder to pull him closer, his arms no longer holding him up as his hands rest into your soft hips.

“Don’t pass out on me, we need to pack.” His voice finally registers in your ear when he pulls away from the kiss.

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #wwe smackdown #wwe superstars #roman reigns x reader #joe anoa'i #joe anoa’i smut #roman reigns fic #roman reigns oneshot #joe anoa'i oneshot #joesanrio

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ahnaiee · 10 months

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Pretty Boy

[📃] when you call your boyfriend pretty boy as a way to call him over.

[🖇️] Multiple Characters

[🖋️] Some would be in like, in the first months of your relationship? They would react differently if you've been dating for a while imo

Kaeya | Ayato | Heizou

He's smug about it.

Like, really really smug. He goes to you with the most smugest grin ever.

He immediately knew it was him you were calling, and the way he turned to you made you regret (slightly) what you called him.

"Pretty boy?" He grinned, tilting his head to you and raising a hand to your chin. "Im flattered you think of me like that, dear."

You grimace at his smug grin, and he notices, his smile only growing more.

"Darling, why the grimace?"

You huff at his teasing tone. "I shouldnt have called you that."

"Awe, am i not pretty?"

"Well, no— stop grinning like that. Shut up, stop being smug!"

He will never let you live it down and you will have to hear him brag about you calling him pretty more than once to the people close to him.

(If its Kaeya, Diluc nearly threw him out of the tavern once)

(Ayato has run Thoma's ears off into oblivion about it, despite his "subtlety" in bringing it up)

(and Sara wishes to fire Heizou everytime he brings it up)

Childe | Itto

Beams.

You can see his whole body light up and the way he runs to you with so much excitement.

He picks you up and spins you, earning him a squeal of surprise then a giggle.

"I'm your pretty boy!" He loudly proclaims, putting you down to grin at you.

"Yes, dear, my pretty boy." You repeat with a laugh, and the way he puffs up with pride makes you smile.

"Good, now start calling me that more, baby." He wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to your lips.

"Im your pretty boy :D!"

You can only laugh at his reaction.

You should call him like that more.

They, just like the other characters however, would brag about it to anyone who would listen.

Scaramouche once summoned lightning at Childe when he won't shut up.

Thoma | Diluc | Gorou | Xiao (slight)

Looks behind him, then at you, then looks behind him again.

He points to himself, blinking in surprise.

"Oh, you mean... me?"

You could only laugh, nodding your head at him.

"Yes, babe. You're pretty boy."

He's red, hurriedly walking towards you. Theres a small, shy smile on his face and although he tries not to show it, he likes being called that.

He wraps his arms around you and brings you to him.

"I like that. Can you call me that more?"

He asks you, muffled and hiding his red face from you by burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You just let out a fond laugh and hug him back.

"Of course, love. I can call you that how many times you want me to."

Should you do it again after that, he would beam, either a big grin or a small, fond smile and immediately head over to you.

He would hug or press a sweet kiss to your forehead or cheek.

He very much is your pretty boy.

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noellesturniolo · 6 months

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Angst with Matt please, Matt has been ignoring y/n for a couple of days and when she try to talk to him he get mad and they get into an argument, with a happy ending please

𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑?

a/n: i’m so excited to do this omg so many ideas and i’m gonna make it kind of based if is it over now by ts ofc 🤭🤭

warnings: foul language, drinking, (I PROMISE ITS A HAPPY ENDING)

“Matt talk to me”

He turned away from me, shutting the door to our shared bedroom. I look at the two boys behind me.

“I fucking told you.”

As I walk towards the kitchen, Chris and Nick follow behind I take my seat at the counter and bury my face in my hands as the two boys sit across from me.

“It's been two days and we haven't talked at all like he’ll sleep next to me but he won't touch me, he won't talk to me.”

Tears start to fall down my face as I look at Chris and Nick, “Maybe he's just going through something, I mean I don't know why he'd do that to you.” Chris said while looking at me with empathy.

“I don't give a fuck what's wrong with him Chris, he shouldn't be ignoring her. It's shitty, I'm going to talk to him.” Nick spoke up clearly mad.

He walked towards our bedroom and opened the door before slamming it shut and then all you heard was both of them yelling. Which only made me cry harder, it felt like a piece of me was missing. Chris came up behind me and held me as I sobbed in his arms. “I just miss his voice and his touch Chris.” my voice broke.

“I know, I know, and it's okay.” he held me tighter until the door opened yet again as Nick stormed out Matt trailed behind him. “Chris get your ass in this room right now me and you need to talk,” Nick says with a worried face, leaving me and Matt next to each other. I feel Matt's gaze on me as I turn to look at him he looks away before sitting on the couch.

The muffled voices of Chris and Nick are heard through the walls but I can't quite make out what they're saying.

“Matt just fucking talk to me, I'm your girlfriend.”

He looks up at me before looking down. The door opens yet again. “Okay since Matt wants to be a bitch, we are going to a party okay? Everyone needs to cheer the fuck up bitches.”

Quickly wiping the tears away from my face, I throw Matt the keys give him a glare, and go to the bedroom to change into some nicer clothes and shoes as Matt goes to get shoes he eyes my body before grabbing a pair and putting them on and leaving.

Once everyone is ready, we all pile into the car. I try to look at the bright side, a party should be fun and I'm not gonna let him ruin it. The drive to the party is silent and tense, but finally, Nick opens the door after arriving at the house, and we all get out.

Immediately everyone wanders off to god knows where but of course I go for the alcohol. I take some of the strongest ones and mix them. I wonder around the party stumbling after a good couple of cups of alcohol.

“Hey, beautiful what's your name?” an unfamiliar voice says as I turn and see a tall blonde guy.

“Oh, I'm y/n.” I nod and try to turn back around.

“Not so fast where are you going?” he grabs my arm as I try to pry it off.

“To see my boyfriend get off of me.” his grip tightens as I look around for help.

“I don't think so let's go upstairs.”

“No, no leave me alone” I slur, before hearing a familiar voice. My favorite voice.

“She said get off of her, so get the fuck off of her.”

The guy's grip lightens and I look to see Matt, as he pulls my arm up the stairs into a quiet room away from the crowd and blaring music.

“How drunk are you, y/n?” he looks worried.

“Why the fuck do you care you haven't cared the whole week.” I slur.

“Maybe because of, hmm let's think, your my fucking girlfriend?”

“you haven’t acted like it Matthew, I’ve sat here nights upon fucking nights crying my eyes out in the bathroom next to the room we slept in, and you heard me you didn’t give a fuck. so what’s your issue, Matt?”

“because I feel like I’m going to fucking lose you y/n, can’t you see that? your addicting, you know that. I’m scared, I just can’t lose the girl I’ve been waiting for since 5th grade.”

his words were like venom hitting right where it hurts, I ran up to hug him.

“Matt, I’m here. I’m not leaving Matt I love you.”

he started relaxing in my arms, suffocating me from his tight grip. “I love you y/n, let’s go home.”

“okay baby.”

Matt turns to leave before turning back around and holding my face as he closes the gap between us with a passionate kiss.

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tripleyeeet · 8 months

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IF THOUGHTS COULD TEASE (3)

SUMMARY: At the tiefling party, Astarion uses his Illithid powers to offer you another memory.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,771

WARNINGS: Unresolved sexual tension, heavy petting, Illithid abuse at it's finest. Sort of contains spoilers for Act I?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, welcome to day three of Haunted Hoedown! The prompt I chose was why do you keep following me? but I used it pretty loosely to be honest, so... whoops?

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST / NEXT CHAPTER

The inner parts of the grove are bustling. Filled to the brim with celebratory bodies, everyone’s huddled up in their respective groups, talking amongst themselves over endless sloshes of ale that dizzy your brain.

As the bonfire burns, you and the rest of your group glance around with interest. On either side of the party, merchants stand alongside tables of trinkets, grinning and guiding heavy pockets to their nicest wares, while, in the centre, a group of bards play joyous songs, singing along with a group that glides around in circles, dancing in patterned steps that onlookers like you can't help but watch.

“Gods, it’s such a rarity.” Pulling your attention from the dancers, Astarion sips a bottle of wine, turning to face you with a grin. “The whole… heroism thing.”

Narrowing your eyes, you give him a curious look, watching the way his gaze shifts between you and the bards, his lips only extending their excitement. “I guess being helpful has its benefits.”

“Mm, like this free wine.” He nods —takes another long, careful sip, then smacks his lips. “Although, it’s certainly due for improvement. Tastes a bit of vinegar.”

Standing at your other side, Wyll peeks around your frame to look at the both of you; a sudden look of interest filling his features. “True, but who are we to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

After speaking, he offers Astarion a smug expression. One that the silver-haired elf reciprocates with an eye roll before he steps away, discarding any sort of verbal response in favour of moving further into the depths of the party. As he leaves you can’t help but snort, watching as Wyll chuckles and shakes his head, knowing exactly what he’s done.

“Behave, Wyll. You know he isn’t fond of kindness,” you say, taking a sip of your own bottle. Inside, an amber ale tickles your lips, making you sigh in slight relief as the cool liquid slips down your aching throat.

The battle fought earlier had been rough. An ambush within the goblin camp’s prison had proved tougher than you anticipated, earning yourself a nasty lash to the throat that Shadowheart subsequently healed, still earning yourself a fair bit of bruising.

Hours later, it still aches with every breath. Stinging with each sound that reverberates through your vocal cords as you pause to hear Wyll speak.

“He doesn’t seem to mind your’s though.”

While taking another sip, you raise your brow at his comment, watching the way he merely stares back, waiting for you to clue in. To realize that, despite attempting to hide your ever-growing niceties towards Astarion, it’s somehow become noticeable.

“I’m sorry?”

“Fangs,” he reiterates, pointing towards one of the merchant tables —towards Astarion who’s still chugging his wine as he eyes up some wares. “You’ve gotten close.”

“Have we?” You feel the aching of your throat uprise as you speak. Immediately feeling the pain send you into a fit of coughs, prompting Wyll to scoff.

“You’re not very good at hiding it. Not like he is, anyway.”

As frustrating as it is, you know he’s right. Your deceptions are average at best. In the heat of a tense moment you can lie and cheat no problem but when it comes to Astarion and the way you’ve slowly grown more fond of his presence, it’s difficult to cloak.

Humming in response, you take another sip of ale, hoping to wash away the pain before letting out a heavy breath. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“No?”

Offering the same smugness he gave Astarion just moments before, you quickly find yourself pushed to the edge, scrambling to find your footing within a conversation you never anticipated having.

Sure, perhaps over the last few days it had become increasingly obvious that you and Astarion had grown rather close. Opting to choose each other’s company over everyone else’s, you could see the assumption brewing behind curious eyes. During raids, it wasn’t odd to see the two of you working together —you posing as the distraction while he went in for the kill from behind. And while looting, it was common knowledge at this point that the two of you would wander away to look for traps.

But obviously, it was all a symptom of continued happenstance. A build-up of time spent together without even realizing it. You weren’t friends by any means. Yes, you were fond of him in a way but, if anything, it was as if you were coworkers at best, working together when need be but still bickering off the clock.

“I’m only nice to him because he’s nice to me.” It’s a childish answer. One that has Wyll grinning so wide it looks as if he might split in two, making you frown in response.

“I’m just saying,” he says, pausing to raise his hands in innocence, even though he’s anything but. “The two of you seem to be connecting more and more at the hip as of late.”

“What, like you and Gale?” Your tone is uncharacteristically defensive. At least for Wyll. If it were Astarion you were speaking to the elf would hardly bat an eye. More than likely he’d just wave it off —change the subject and forget, but unfortunately, Wyll isn’t like that.

“I didn’t realize you’d noticed,” he says sarcastically, watching the way you huff under your breath, taking one last sip before storming off, too tired to entertain the conversation further.

It’s one thing to be teased by Astarion —with him, it’s practically expected. What with the way his voice carries within a conversation. Regardless of the subject matter, there’s always an inkling of sass in his words. A gentle beratement that often fills you with rage each time you’re at the receiving end of it.

It’s the same feeling you get as you leave Wyll behind. Glaring forward while wandering the party, drinking your way through the outer rim, knowing it’s all futile. Now that Wyll’s seen the side of you that looks at Astarion as anything other than an annoyance, you’re doomed. Fated to hear a constant onslaught of questions and comments about your blooming camaraderie.

As you trade your now empty drink for another, you scan the party until your eyes land on Astarion again, watching him slide up to a particularly tall tiefling who smiles at his presence. The two of them chat for a while, both of them leaning in, appearing more interested the deeper the conversation gets.

It makes you smile seeing him almost happy. Considering that he’s almost always in a sour mood, it’s strange seeing such obvious enjoyment. To see his face light up amidst all the shit you’ve been through over the last few weeks.

The only other time you’d seen him that happy was after he fed. After he tore his teeth from your sensitive flesh; a newfound energy coursing through his veins. The euphoria laced within his features was nothing short of breathtaking, and now that you know him a bit better you’re aware that when he spoke of the moment being a gift, for once he wasn’t lying.

“You know it’s rude to stare, darling.”

You nearly leap at the sound of his voice. Feeling its tone nestle into the crook of your neck, shamefully a soft yelp hurtles from your lips, causing him to laugh just as you turn on your heel. “I’m sorry, can I help you?”

Immediately he shakes his head and brings his wine to his lips, giving it a lengthy taste before licking his lips. “Just came to see what you want. Seeing as you’ve been relentlessly following me around with that little gaze of yours.”

“Have not,” you scoff, a little too quickly. Your eagerness to lie painting your true intentions in the dirt beneath you.

“So your eyes haven’t been looking upon me and that gorgeous tiefling over there?”

As his brow quirks up you find yourself scrambling. Searching through your thoughts for some sort of excuse. Perhaps you could simply say that you’re tired. That the alcohol you’ve consumed has managed to perforate your brain —that you’ve lost all sense of vision as you awkwardly blink and force out a yawn. If the performance is good enough you’re sure you could pull it off…

“Sorry, I’m just a bit tired.”

Somehow still amused, Astarion watches as you replace your words with a drink of ale, gulping down a hefty portion that has him smirking through the edge of his lips. “You know I’m joking, right?”

“Hm?”

“About being rude,” he explains. “In fact I’m happy to welcome all sorts of gazes. The more the merrier, my dear.”

Your face screws into a confusing stare that has him narrowing his eyes, looking back with the kind of interest that has your tadpole slithering back and forth.

It’s been a few days since you last felt it move this much. The last being when you and Shadowheart were communicating during a particularly rowdy fight with some ogres. Back then, all it felt like were a few simple twitches back and forth. A moment of confirmation between two parties before the feeling was erased and you were fit to return to normal. Said moment didn’t take up space within your thoughts. All it was was there and gone in a flash, so for Astarion’s occupancy to feel so different suddenly interests you.

“Is there a reason you’re trying to get inside my head?”

You raise your brow while he shrugs his shoulders, both of you then standing in silence while the party rages on, wondering what will happen if you let him in. What you’ll see once you inevitably give in to curiosity and open the gates.

“There’s always a reason.”

“Care to tell me what that reason is?”

He ponders for a moment, dramatically glancing around the grove before honing his gaze onto the aforementioned tiefling who offers a wave. For a moment, both of them share a look, one that appears almost like a warning before Astarion refocuses on you.

“Isn’t the whole point of these things to show instead of tell?”

He has a point. An unfortunately, stupid and fair point that has you releasing an annoyed breath and nodding your head.

The power of the Illithid, while still greatly unknown to both of you, at base level is just another form of communication. A way to discreetly speak to one another in the form of offered memories.

“Sure, but having an actual conversation works too, you know.”

Astarion scoffs then, taking another sip that has him licking the points of his teeth before running it along the seams of his lips. Overall, the sight is… nice. The way the organ in his mouth glides across the tips of his canines, threatening to spill his own blood before circling out.

Even you have to admit it works in winning you over to some degree.

“Aren’t you enjoying such powers?” As he speaks, he takes a step closer, his base of frame bumping ever so gently into your shoulder as he leans down toward your ear. “Does it not interest you, seeing the world from someone else’s eyes?”

You crane your neck to look at him fully. To see the teasing expression take over and match the tone of his voice —how it ghosts the shell of your ear. Upon impact, it makes your breath catch inside your sore windpipe, threatening a cough you’re quick to suppress by swallowing another sip of ale.

“Because personally, I think it’s well worth the price of discarded conversation,” he continues. “Why bother wasting my time with words you might not understand when I can just push my thoughts into yours?”

At that point, you’re actually confused. Lost in translation just as he predicted. You’re not sure what he means by claiming your lack of understanding but you don’t admit it. Instead, you merely just take a step back, eyeing him with suspicion as you slowly let the creature behind your eye accept his message.

When you do he smiles against the rim of his wine bottle, staring you down with half-open eyes that project the feeling of hands. Soft palms cascading across bare skin.

A violent shiver runs up your spine almost immediately. The air within your lungs once again catches in your throat as your brows knit together, trying to place where the hands are going. At first, it feels like they’re starting at your hip. For a moment, there’s a rough press —a tightened grip that wraps around the bone, filling the space with a bit of pressure before it slides down your thigh, drawing new patterns. But then you feel it on your other thigh too, tiptoeing across the top before it finds purchase at the outer edge.

“What are y—“

Still unaware of the exact intention of the memory, Astarion interrupts your questioning with a simple gesture. An index finger raised to his lips, signalling a silence you reluctantly obey as you feel the hands hold both sides of your thighs, their thumbs ebbing to and fro.

Swallowing hard, you twitch against their movement, pushing your legs together while Astarion watches, his eyes fully immersed in your reactions. The way your face nervously twists once the arrival of hot air cascades between your thighs. How it wafts across your skin like heavy clouds moving through an electrical storm.

The longer it goes on, the more obvious it becomes that he’s amused. That your ongoing discomfort is nothing more than a form of entertainment. A method of his own personal, sadistic torture that has you threatening to sever the connection.

“Oh, don’t be such a puritan,” he says then, clicking his tongue as he moves a step closer to bridge the gap. “I’m just showing you what I plan on doing later tonight.”

“Tonight?”

Before he answers, there’s a kiss placed to your inner knee. A needy smack of lips and teeth that drag upward as you stand.

In response your mouth falls open without you realizing, a soft gasp coming out that makes Astarion snort.

“Yes. Are you hard of hearing or something? Distracted maybe?”

You grit your teeth, trying to withstand every sensation that overtakes you. The way the hands drift and the mouths feed —both of them working in tandem as they travel to the same spot you can feel aching within you.

“It’s alright if you are. I understand. Such feelings can be overwhelming when it’s been a while.”

Breathing through your nose, you watch as he smugly downs the final sips of his bottle. Throwing his head back, he exposes his neck in a way that makes you tighten your lips together, trying your best to remain calm as the hands that fill your mind continue their ascent, eliciting twitching flesh in their wake.

At that point, you know you should call it quits —close the doors and lock them up never to be opened again. But something is stopping you. Something pulsing at the back of your mind, filling you with interest.

It’s always been blatantly obvious that Astarion’s friendship has been nothing more than a ruse. A farce carried out only to keep you close. When he treats you with kindness there’s a hidden agreement that looms in the shadows. An unofficial contract that states his affections will be met with trust. With a loyalty that he’ll more than likely never return.

From the beginning, his intentions have always been ill and you know this. You see it wherever he is —whenever you speak. You can feel its falseness itching your skull each time he touches your skin or calls you pretty names.

It’s what he’s doing now with the Illithid. In the caverns of your mind, he’s showing you the benefits of his allegiance. The potential perks you’ll receive if you’re able to prove your worth, and to put it simply, it’s tempting. And not just for the sake of sex.

Suddenly, there’s a finger that strokes you gently as you stand before him, questioning his authority in the form of a raised brow that’s returned by him discarding the memory.

Once it’s gone you can feel your breath slowly begin to return. Every thought in your head is clearer, not necessarily crystal, but with fewer distractions you can finally see the hefty rise and fall of his chest.

“I hope you have fun with your tiefling,” you say then, letting yourself grin in such a petty way that you see his jaw shift ever so lightly before you turn on your heel and walk towards your tent. -

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muwapsturniolo · 4 days

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✯𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲✯

IN WHICH…We experience a toxic relationship between a drug dealer and his baby momma

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! Toxic behaviors, slight domestic abuse (not really but I’m putting it as a warning anyway), drugs, sex, broken household

Words highlighted in orange is Chris and how he connects with the song. Pink highlighted words is Y/n (aka you) and how you connect with the song. Purple highlighted words is how both you and Chris (or others in the story) connect with the song.

Chris sighs as the beaten-up screen door squeaks open, the hot LA air immediately rushing past his face. He lets it close by itself as he walks along the porch, taking a seat in his chair. He sets down his cup and sparks his blunt, closing his eyes as he inhales the grape-flavored tobacco leaf and weed.

The sound of laughter catches his attention, making him open his eyes. He scans the lawn briefly before he lands on two bodies rolling around in the yard, one bigger than the other.

He whistles catching both of their attention, the younger one gasping in excitement.

"Mama! Daddy is awake!"

Chris catches the eye of the child's mother and sighs.

I know this ship is sailed and this is dead I'm singin', "RIP," I'm singin', "RIP," yeah

He can see the irritation in her eyes, a feeling he has been all to familiar with for the last three years. He doesn’t know when it started but if he had to guess, it was a month after Kehlani was born, their relationship taking a turn for the worst.

The relationship was dead and he knew it, he knew from the beginning they wouldn't last. But he did it for her, he tried to make things work but it seemed like she was against him.

Kehlani runs as fast as her little legs can take her, diving right into Chris's lap. He laughs and quickly moves the blunt away so he won't burn the four-year-old, or get smoke in their face.

I know you gave up long time ago Boy, I'm singin', "RIP," I'm singin', "RIP"

Y/n watches Kehlani and Chris giggle and play with each other on the porch, her heart sinking. She hates to admit it but she was envious of her daughter having all of Chris's attention.

It seemed like he hated her.

From the moment Chris laid eyes on the child, she was pushed back on the backburner. It was difficult to handle, especially going through postpartum.

She tried to do better, act better, hoping Chris would give her an ounce of attention, but he would just ignore her.

She knew Chris had given up on their relationship a long time ago, and it hurt. However, she has come to terms with it.

She stands up and brushes the grass and dirt off her pants, walking towards the home. She runs up the porch steps and frowns seeing the blunt near her child.

She snatches the four-year-old off of his lap and gives him a dirty look, “Momma I want to stay with Daddy!”

“No, it’s lunch time and then you need to nap.” She says getting ready to walk in the house.

She stops when she hears Chris’s voice, “Let her stay out here while you make us lunch.” She turns and sees Chris putting the blunt in his mouth, his eyes trained on her.

“I said no, Finish your blunt and come make your own food.”

She opens the screen door and steps foot into the house, only to freeze hearing Chris’s mumbling.

“Fucking bitch.”

All I need's some Loving,

"Daddy, do you love me?" Kehlani's words make Y/n chuckle to herself, a small smile ghosting her lips.

"Of course I do baby. I love you with my whole life and beyond."

The four-year-olds next words make Y/n stop in her tracks, "Do you love momma the same amount?"

She knows what Chris is going to say, he's going to mask it to the child but he's going to make it clear that he doesn't love her.

She grabs the plates of food and starts walking to the table.

"I love momma a lot, the same way I love you"

His words catch Y/n off guard and she trips and falls, the plates breaking and the food going everywhere. Chris quickly sets Lani on the couch, telling her not to move before he rushes into the kitchen.

"What the fuck happened?" He asks as he sees Y/n surrounded by broken plates and food. "I-Im sorry, I ju-" his eyes soften seeing her sniffling, her eyes glossy with salt water.

He inches forward, careful to avoid the sharp glass before kneeling in front of her. "Talk to me ma, what's wrong?"

"Y-you said you love me....you haven't said it in so long." She sobs out, her whole body shaking. He quickly pulls her into him, rubbing her back softly. "Shh, I know, and I'm sorry. You know I love you baby, I could never stop loving you."

She sobs even harder and grips Chris tightly,

That's all she ever wanted to hear.

"Why don't we order tonight?"

some fucking

"Shhh mama you don't wanna wake Lani up do you?" Chris asks, holding back a groan himself. Y/n moans quietly, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Taking me so well mama's. Whose pussy is this?"

"Fuck! it's yours- all yours daddy!"

"That's right."

And you say this shit don't matter But we always goin' at it, ain't no trustin

"Why do we always fight?" Chris asks holding the girl in his arms. He can see the gears turning in her head, thinking of multiple reason as to why they fight, but she tells him it doesn't matter.

"But it does matter...all we do is fight." He thinks to himself.

I need some lovin', good, good fuckin'

It's times like this that make Y/n despise the father of her child. He never wants to address anything, he always wants to leave shit in the air, causing more arguments.

She doesn't want argument, she hates arguing.

She wants love, but he has to settle for sex to 'cure' their problems.

And we fussin' and we fight, and you always wonder why

Y/n scoffs as Chris continues to yell at her, "You always do this stupid shit Y/n! You wanna love me one minute, then you accuse me of fucking cheating and hating you!"

"Because you fucking do!" She screams at the top of her lungs. Chris stares at her with no emotion, used to her raising her voice at him.

"You asked me the other night why we always fussin' and fighting and it's because of you!" She stabs her finger in his chest. "You treat me like shit! I hear you calling me out my fucking name, I catch you giving me dirty looks!"

"That doesn't mean I hate you! And it sure as hell doesn't mean I cheated on you!"

Y/n smiles with tears in her eyes, " But it does Chris...I'm not dumb, I've seen the texts in your phone, I've seen you come home with hickeys...and I won't forget the night you came home and told me you cheated on me, because my body changed after I gave birth to your child!"

Chris's stomach falls to his ass as he watches Y/n begin to pack a bag.

"W-Where are you going?"

And my mama told me, "None of this should come as a surprise"

"It hurts so much! I do my best and it's never enough!" Y/n sobs into her mother's arms. She had packed a bag and left with Kehlani after her and Chris's argument, not wanting to spend another second with him.

"Baby none of this should come as a surprise. I've been told you this when you were younger after your daddy." Y/n looks up at her mother in confusion, her brows furrowed.

"W-what did you tell me?"

" love don't come easy, it don't come easy"

Love don't come easy, yeah, givin' up easy

"Don't give up on it yet baby...I know you want it to be a plain and simple game but you have to work for it, the both of you."

Times get hard, but nothing's easy

Let's go out

Y/n approaches Chris in the kitchen who is currently measuring out weed. She sits across from him and waits for him to acknowledge her. "What do you want?" He sounds irritated, making Y/n nervous. She looks down and fiddles with her fingers.

"I was thinking we could go out...like a date... like we used to."

Let's try it out

Chris stops measuring the weed and looks at her, "it was just a th-ok." He shrugs, leaning back in his chair.

"Really?"

She smiles genuinely, something he hasn't seen her do in a long time. He stands up and walks over to her, rubbing a hand over her face. "Yeah, lets try it out." She breaks out into a wide grin and jumps up, planting a fat kiss on his cheek.

You don't hear me out,

Y/n sighs as Chris tells her to be quiet. They were in the car driving home when somehow, an argument started. All she said was that maybe he shouldn't sell as much so they could spend more time with each other.

That's why you always run your mouth,

"You always have shit to say! You never shut the fuck up! It's always complaints and trying to fucking act better than me, and I'm sick of this shit! Just shut your fucking mouth!"

We been talking 'bout our love's runnin' out But you don't hear me out, yeah

"You don't fucking listen to me Chris! that's why I keep saying the same shit!" Y/n yells as they enter the house. She throws her heels in the corner and rushes towards the bedroom, grabbing a bag.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Chris asks, his eyes set on her frantic figure throwing clothes in the bag. She ignores him and goes to Kehlani's room, beginning to pack more clothes.

"I'm leaving you, that's what I'm doing. I'm taking Kehlani and leaving you!" She tries to move past Chris but he stands in her way. "You're not fucking leaving me Y/n, and you're not taking my child!" She ignores him and goes to step to the side but he moves with her. He grabs her making her jerk back, "Don't fucking touch me! Let me go Chri-YOU'RE NOT FUCKING LEAVING ME!" He slams her against the wall.

She winces as her head bounces off the wall, looking at Chris in fright.

That's why you always run your mouth

Chris's grip remains tight on her arms, his breathing heavy. "You're not leaving me, and you're not taking Lani either...J-just stop." His voice breaks as he stares into her eyes.

And all I need's some Lovin',

"You can't leave me, you c-can't take Lani away from me, please." His eyes begin to sting as tears blur his vision. "I'm tired of this Chris" Y/n croaks, her throat closing as she begins to cry as well. He nods, understanding her words. "I know ma, I know and I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry-" he wraps his arms around her waist and starts to kiss along her jawline.

some fuckin'

"Let me make it up to you...Let me show you how much I love you."

And the sex is still compatible But I ain't got no manual for trustin'

She knows she shouldn't, she shouldn't crave his touch, she shouldn't crave to be intimate with him. She should put her foot down and stand ten toes on her threat of leaving, but she doesn't.

Chris sees her hesitancy and continues to convince her, promising he will change, promising he will be more loving.

She doesn't know if she believes him, but she gives in anyway.

I need some lovin', good, good fuckin'

Y/n's head is pushed into the pillows as Chris slams into her repeatedly.

"Fuck, I love you so much Ma. Say it, say you love me."

"Fuck! I love you!" She reaches back, holding Chris's hand as his dick slides in and out of her dripping cunt.

You say something isn't right, only fuckin', gettin' high

"This feels weird" Y/n mumbles as she and Chris sit on the couch. They had put Lani to bed around an hour ago, and now they are on the couch watching TV. Chris looks down at the girl snuggled into his side, "What are you talking about Ma?"

She sits up and crosses her legs, playing with the fraying couch, "I mean...It seems like all we do is have sex and get high. We never sit with each other all cuddled up and relaxed, we're always arguing." Chris sighs and pulls the girl onto his lap, "Is that what you want to do? You want to only argue, have sex, and get high with me?" Y/n shakes her head, begging to play with his chain.

"Good, because I don't want to either."

And my daddy told me, "Hold your heart in order to survive"

"You have to do better son. For yourself, and your family." Chris sighs as he listens to his father's words. "I'm trying pops, I really am it's just hard."

"I know it is, but you have to hold your heart in order to survive. What I mean by that is that, your heart is your lifeline, without it you would die. Y/n is your lifeline son. Without her, you would destroy yourself. Hold her close, cherish her, water her like a flower so both you and your family can grow."

'Cause love don't come easy, it don't come easy Love don't come easy, yeah, givin' up easy

Y/n couldn't do it anymore.

She was fed up with the toxic relationship, so she left. She left while Chris was out dealing, throwing bags in her car and fleeing to her mothers house with Lani.

When Chris came home and saw the note on the fridge, he broke down. Vases being broken, and tables being flipped over as well.

He couldn't believe she gave up this easily on them, on what they could be.

Love don't come easy, it don't come easy (No, no) It don't come easy

Chris bangs on the door, waiting for someone to answer. eventually, it does open and he sees the girl who has been avoiding him for a month now.

"Chris?" She questions in confusion. She never told him she was staying at her mother's home, so to see him was a surprise. She crosses her arms and looks down at her shoes, "what do you want?"

"I want you back."

"Chris I do-"

Times get hard, but nothing's easy

tears form in her eyes as she looks at the ring in the box.

"I-I know I haven't been the best to you. I've said some horrible things to and about you, I-I cheated, and all in all, I treated you like shit. I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry. I-I want- no- I need you in my life. You're my heart, my lifeline, my everything. I don't know what I would do without you."

"I'll do better I promise! Things won't be easy, but I'm going to try... Just please don't leave me...Don't take my family away from me, don't give up on me."

Tell your man you trust him

Y/n accepted the proposal, allowing Chris to put the ring on her finger. She quickly brings him into a hug, sobbing softly. "I'll do better, I promise. You just have to trust me Ma. I'll give you the whole world if you just trust me."

"I trust you"

Tell your girl you love her

"I love you so much Ma, I love you so much." He whispers as he rubs her back.

Tell your dad you miss him

"Daddy you're back!" Lani shouts as she runs up and hugs his leg. Chris sniffles and picks her up, wrapping one arm around her and the other around Y/n.

"I missed you so much!"

And call your mom and thank her

Y/n walks away from the father and daughter duo, calling her mother to thank her for being a good guide and letting her and Lani stay with her for the month.

Tell your daughter you love her

"I love you so much Lani, with my whole life." Chris expresses as he holds her close, grateful to have the child back in his arms.

Tell yourself you got this

It's unknown to both adults that their minds are reeling as they drive home, both of them giving themselves a mental pep talk.

"You got this, it will be different this time. everything will be better."

'Cause these times get hard, but nothing's easy

They come to a red light and Chris looks over to Y/n who is staring down at her engagement ring.

"I love you," he expresses as he takes hold of her hand.

"I love you too Chris."

idk how i feel about this so if yall don't like it, ion blame you 😭

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glitterjay · 7 months

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ー good girl?

MINORS DNI

jake x afab!reader

warnings oral (fem receiving), pet names, begging, cuss words, denying of orgasm, 18+ content.

you had a rough day in general. everything irritated you and you felt like crying even at the smallest things, but that didnt stop you from having nasty thoughts about your boyfriend. if you were going to cry, you wanted jaeyun to be the cause of it.

as soon as you reached your shared apartment, you rant upstairs, ignoring the calls from your boyfriend. you quickly went through his stuff, finding a white button up and putting it on. you only left your underwear under it, knowing it would turn on jake immediately.

just as if the universe heard you for once today, your boyfriend walked into the room with a concerned expression, which quickly turned into a darker gaze as he saw you buttoning up his shirt. “what are you doing?” he asked. “getting comfortable” you said with a bored tone, trying to get past him to go back downstairs.

but as you expected, jake did not let you off so easily. his strong arm caught you by the waist and brought you close to him, turning you around so that your body (specifically your ass) was pressed against his own. “so you think you can just ignore me to come and wear MY clothes? as if you were the very owner of it?”

his mouth was close to your ear, his breath hit your ear softly and it sent shivers down your spine. he made you weak with just his voice, but you had to stay strong. “i just had a bad day at work” you simply defended yourself. you looked up at him and saw his gaze soften for a second. just a second.

jake picked you up and tossed you on the bed, spreading your legs wide open to see you just in your underwear, which already had a wet patch on it. he chuckled, pinning your legs down with his arms as he got his face close to your most intimate part. he blowed on your clothed core, making you whimper a little.

jaeyun was very unpredictable since he hardly showed any type of emotion through his expressions. this excited you, since you didnt know what was ahead of you. any thought that was going through your head was thrown aside when you felt his tongue on your clit. you let out a loud moan as it had caught you off guard. jake was great at giving head. his mouth was experienced and it did wonders to you.

to your dismay, your actions from earlier had made him mad. his plan was to make you suffer. it was true that you wanted a good reason to cry, but your plan was to cry because of pleasure, not because he was denying you your orgasm. “p-please jakey, ‘m so close”

but he just kept going. his tongue brushed perfectly with your clit and he knew that. he would shake his head while his tongue explored every corner of your insides. his hands had you pinned down by your thighs, which he would often caress with his thumb. right when he felts your walls had clenched hard with his tongue, he stopped moving completely.

you let out an annoyed groan, fat tears rolling down your face. “jake please please please, let me cum, let me feel you inside me” you begged and begged, but he had set his mind to a plan. he picked up the first thing he found and started cleaning his face. you kneeled on the bed, you put on your beat puppy eyes and tried again. “do it for your good girl”

your last two words threw him over the edge, making him laugh out loud. “good girl? good girls don’t act like brats and take off their anger ignoring their boyfriends.” he walked towards the door and gave you one last glance. he’d be lying if he said your desperate and crying figure didnt turn him hard, but he’d deal with that on his own. “maybe fucking think what you’re doing before acting.” and just like that, he was out of the room.

i do be needing more people to give me ideas through ask or dms (which are open 24/7) or else i wont be able to do this the whole month </3 this was heavily inspired by something that was dropped on my ask, so i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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jhkfan123 · 2 months

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big shot | coriolanus snow

pairing: fem!reader x academy!snow

in which: y/n has just transferred to the academy for her final year of school. and better yet, her childhood best friend coriolanus snow was there too. but what she didn't know was that in the time she hadn't been there, he had become somewhat of an "uptight asshole." and that should not have been as appealing as it was.

warnings: slight angst, non-con kiss

wc: 2.3k

you were somewhat excited for your first day at the academy. the only other prestigious school you had been at was practically on the other side of the capitol. your family recommended you switch to the capitol for your last year so you could commute easier.

you hadn't made enough friends at your other school to decline. besides, you really wanted more sleep. so the first day you suited up in your bright red academy uniform, styled your hair just the way you liked it, and prepared for an entire new crowd.

when your driver dropped you off, no heads turned, no one approached you, no one even recognized you were a new student. figured. it was the first day back. people greeted their friends, and besides, the academy didn't usually accept new students past 9th grade. your father had to commission an entire new building just for your acceptance.

but you didn't really care about making new friends. not today, at least. who you really needed to track down was coriolanus snow. you had known the boy your entire life. the two of you had even looked out for each other during the war, as kids.

to say the two of you were "close" was an understatement. the two of you knew everything about each other. your parents had brought you two together right before the war started. you were four when you met, five when the war started, and eight when it ended. luckily, coming from wealth, you were very well protected.

the snow's however, weren't as lucky. after the death of coriolanus's father, their money became less prolific. your family helped them out every way you could but they insisted they would deal with it by themselves.

however, you hadn't seen coriolanus in a few years. he was shipped off to the academy, and you to panem prepatory, the two of you both began to drown in schoolwork. it was hard to see eachother. and then, he stopped trying. stopped sending letters.

you didn't know why. maybe school caught up to him. maybe money. maybe his family didn't want him spending precious money on something as frivolous and stamps and letters. and that you could understand. but you weren't 100% confident that was his reason.

you had gone unnoticed in the time before your first period. however it became increasingly evident when you entered your first class. the girls in the class turned their heads as you walked in. you plopped yourself down near the girls.

"who are you?" you heard. you turned your head and matched the voice to a girl with dark black hair.

"i'm y/n. i'm new. i'm from panem prep." she looked curious.

"new? the academy doesn't accept new students." she laughed. the girls around her followed in her footsteps.

"they must have really liked me." you turned your whole body towards her now. "what's you name?" you asked. she turned to her friends on either side of her before responding.

"clemensia dovecote." she extended her hand and you shook it, firmly.

"nice to meet you." it truly wasn't. she had been snobby, but she wasn't going to say it. you turned back towards the front of the classroom and assembled everything you needed. a few of the boys introduced themselves to you, eagerly. they all seemed to be fascinated with the concept of a new student.

the boys immediately began bothering you. you turned your back to them when you finally saw him walk in. a smile formed on your face as coriolanus walked into the classroom. clearly rushed and clearly late, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you. you smiled at him. he didn't smile, but just looked at you for a moment, as if he was assessing if you were really there. he was cut off when the teacher entered behind him and he was forced to find his seat.

you had no idea he would be in any of your classes. but here he was, in your first class. the boy you had grown up with. your focus was drawn back when the teacher got everyone's attention.

"alright settle down. welcome back from break and get ready for your final year at the academy. it will be vigorous, but rewarding. and remember, the plinth prize will be awarded at the end of this year." she made eye contact with a boy with curly hair sat above you. she paused for a moment before continuing, as if to think. "oh! i almost forgot. everyone this is y/n. she's a...new student. please make her feel welcome." she nodded at you as if you needed to be identified. everyone had noticed. there were a few nods around the classroom and she began the lesson.

you watched as coriolanus took a seat next to that boy with curly hair. he had earlier introduced himself to you as sejanus. he seemed kind enough. you faced the front of the classroom and focused on the lesson.

but it certainly was hard. the one glimpse you got at coriolanus was enough to realize his outside appearance had changed. he had grown up. no longer the scrawny early-teens boy you had known a few years ago. he had put on some muscle, and looked older overall. something about him had changed. maybe it was the way his hair had grown out and now fell just below his eyebrow. maybe it was the way the red uniform he wore made his eyes stand out.

maybe you had changed. you had only ever seen him as a friend. but something about this new look made you feel things you hadn't felt about him before. safe to say you couldn't wait to talk to him.

the professor droned on about grades and attendence, projects and due dates for an hour before she finally dismissed you. looking up at the clock, you realized you had only a few minutes to get across the campus to get to your second class. talking to coriolanus was going to have to wait.

you slithered through the people crowding the hallways and made your way to your second class. hoping he was in this class too, you looked around the classroom right until the bell rung. you had come to the conclusion that he was not. which made this class much, much longer.

you had to ask around to find out where the cafeteria was, when you found out you made your way there swiftly. you were so excited to talk to coriolanus. the boy you had known now all grown up into some different man. his looks had changed, at least. you hoped he hadn't.

it was easy to spot him in the crowd. you made your way towards him but stopped when you realized the amount of people he was talking to. it felt rude to interrupt the group.

you had never known him to be very popular. he was always the shy, scrawny boy in the corner of the cafeteria. but now he was surrounded.

surrounded by clemensia, a girl who had introduced herself as arachne, a few of the boys who had introduced themselves, and more. instead of interrupting, you tried to signal for him. you positioned yourself in his line of sight and hoped he would notice you. he looked up for a moment. you waved at him, to which he simply quickly nodded and looked back down.

you felt, discarded. it was odd. you hadn't seen him in so many years and he just nodded you off? you didn't like it at all.

"hey! do you want to sit with me at lunch?" you heard. you turned around to find livia cardew, a girl who had been in both your morning classes. she was much nicer than all the other girls. you smiled and accepted, hoping she would be able from distract you from the disappointing interaction you had just run into.

you got lunch and sat next to her.

"hey, what can you tell me about coriolanus?" you asked her. she looked where you had been looking, at coryo.

"oh, him? he's quite cute isn't he?" she smiled. "what about him?"

"what's he like?" you asked. if her story matched up with the one in your head, you would have nothing to worry about.

"well, he's always talking with those people. they are so uptight. think they're better than everyone." she answered. that was not the coriolanus you knew.

"wait, slow down. coriolanus is like that, or the people he hangs out with?" you tried to deny what she was telling you.

"it's the same, isn't it?" she responded, digging into her lunch.

you made an effort to track down coriolanus afterschool, no matter the cost. the fact that you hadn't spoken to him all day was unacceptable. he had been in two of your classes, and not a word.

making your way through the hallways, you located him by himself for once. you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to face you.

"coryo what the hell!" you scolded. he looked at you with surprise, as if it wasn't odd he was acting like this.

"y/n, hi. what are you doing here?" he responded, a "smile" on his face.

"seriously. long story short, i transferred schools, now can we talk?" you asked. his smile dropped.

"come with me." you held your grip on his arm as he dragged you into a quiet room. he shut the door behind the two of you.

"are you embarrassed of me or something?" you got straight to the point. if something was up, you were going to figure it out.

"what?" he asked.

"oh my g- coriolanus, i was in two of your classes, tried to get your attention at lunch, and still, you haven't spoken to me all day, and you barely acknowledged me at first period and lunch. " you explained your day to him as if he wasn't there for most of it.

"look, i was just talking to my friends at lunch, i barely even computed that it was you-"

"your uptight friends? your friends who think they are better than everyone?" you cut him off. he was silent for a moment.

"uptight? they aren't better than everyone. " he blatantly responded.

"that's not what livia cardew told me."

"livia cardew? don't listen to her." he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"look at you. who even are you anymore?" you interrogated. the old snow would have never talked about someone like that.

"i'm the same person as before." he seemed to have taken your comment to heart.

"no you're not. i really missed you, and i was excited to come to this school and see you again. i really was. but you barely acknowledged my existence the whole day and you were standing around with your rich friends, as if you are one of them. do they think you're rich or something?"

"yes they do. they have too." he quickly argued.

"why?" you questioned. you couldn't believe he was putting on this fake outer appearance for the entire world.

"i have an image to uphold. for my family." his reason was nonsensical.

"coryo, that image died 11 years ago with your father, we both know that-"

"yeah, but they don't. you, and your family, are the only people who know any differently. i intend to keep it that way." he spoke with his chest.

"look, snow, i'm not going to ruin your public image or anything, but i can't believe who you've become. when i saw you in the first class, i noticed your outer change, your hair, your body, everything. hell, i even thought you were cute for a second. but that was before i realized what an uptight asshole you'd become. you had to become such a big shot didn't you? you need this attention? " he seemed to have completely ignored your insult and lingered on your, compliment?

"you thought i was cute?" he raised one side of his mouth into a tiny smirk.

"yeah, past tense, let's move on." you brushed it off, but he hadn't.

"no, no. y/n. my entire life i've known you and you had never admitted to ever liking me. ever. no matter how many hints i dropped that i liked you, you never gave me anything back, and now, you just reciprocate and move on?" you froze at his comment. liked you? it was disgusting. he can't act like he doesen't know you and admit he liked you in the same day.

"if you think that i still find you attractive after the way you'd treated me today you're crazy." you shooed him off.

"then call me crazy." he walked forward and pulled you into a kiss. you gasped with no time to react before he trapped you with his lips. he kissed you with a hunger and a passion you hadn't even seen in the movies.

you didn't know he could kiss like that. your brain told you to shove him away but your body disobeyed. you stayed put as he continued to kiss you. you hated every second of it but you couldn't move. at least, you thought you hated it. you would have moved if you hated it. you would have moved if you didn't really want this, if there wasn't some, wrong, part of you that needed this.

it felt so wrong to embrace that small part of you. but you needed too. that one moment of the day where you wanted him was getting it's satisfaction.

you wrapped your arms around him. why you did that? you weren't sure. you finally came to your senses and pulled away. not only that, you backed away from him.

"why would you do that." you looked to him, he was still collecting himself.

"you kissed back." was his only response. he wasn't wrong, and you hated that.

"i-i didn't mean too." you whispered. you heard a laugh from him. the whole situation confused you. you should not have let that last the entire minute it had.

"you don't accidentally kiss someone back."

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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years

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Headcanon: Sometimes Eddie likes it better when you’re asleep

Warnings: 18+ only, reader is at college, unprotected sex, overstimulation, brief cockwarming, eddie’s miracle recovery period, masturbation, consensual somnophilia, drug use ie consensual smoking of weed that makes you sleepy, objectification & degradation. I think it’s fair to say this falls in the perv!eddie category. Smut immediately under the cut.

Word count: ~3,200

A/N: In a tale as old as time, the drabble I had planned is now a think piece.

“It’s like I can’t fucking stop,”

You whimper, legs twitching at the next turn of Eddie’s fingers over your sore clit. Your walls are clenching around him rhythmically with each thrust, each drive towards the peak you’ve reached, how many times now? Five? Six?

You’re already leaking from Eddie’s own high, but letting him stay balls deep and bask in the sticky wet warmth of his cum inside you got him worked up again. Soon his cock was twitching back to life and Eddie’s hips were rolling against your ass.

He groans, low and long into your shoulder, his torso angled over your back. Eddie’s thighs slap heavily against yours. Your ass is up in the air, letting him drag his cock from your walls and fuck back in until his round head meets that spot inside he loves to find and abuse.

You’re sore, the build still pleasurable but edging increasingly into pain now. Eddie can feel it, the way you’re holding on for him through it all. It makes him harder.

“Miss you so much when you’re away, baby,” he says, moaning through gritted teeth. “Fucking my fist constantly thinkin’ about this pussy, about you under me, yeah-” He cuts himself off with a groan when his words tighten your cunt around him. “Come on,” he says, rubbing your clit faster through your pained whimper. “I know, I know, just one more. Just one more, I promise.”

You sob with it, this high more of an aching twitch than a euphoric wave. But your cunt clenches, gushes a little around Eddie’s cock and that’s what he wanted from you. You smile at the sound of that excited laugh he gives you when he comes, like he can’t believe how good you make him feel. Then a masculine groan, the feeling of him swelling inside and the ropes of wet heat that he buries deep in your hole.

Eddie laughs again, and presses his face into the curve of your neck to give you a bouquet of soft kisses for your exhausted body. It feels so good like this, when he’s settled inside of you. The feeling of being full without the slam into your spot or the rubbing of fingers at the top of your sex, it’s perfect. You’d let him stay here all night if you didn’t know he’d start up again before you could let yourself rest.

You wiggle your hips and Eddie sighs, humming into one last kiss at the sensitive point where your shoulder meets your neck before he’s sitting up. He massages your lower back and your ass while he pulls himself from you, comforting you through the gross, dirty feeling of your hole gaping and leaking from what he’s done to you.

“I love you so much,” Eddie says. You glance on your shoulder and those wide eyes are still directed at your cunt. You kick back gently, making contact with his thigh so he’ll look at your unimpressed expression. He grins. “You, too, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but laugh while he settles himself back on his pillows. You stretch yourself out like a cat, flat on your stomach, and groan. “God, Eddie, you’re a fucking animal.”

His smile is somewhere between sheepish and proud, then he looks serious. “I miss you so much when you’re not here.”

“I miss you, too,” you say, leaning a little to kiss his warm shoulder. “But I’m here now. Will be till Sunday afternoon.”

“‘n after that?” He asks, because he wants to hear it, even though it’s been marked on his Uncle’s Big Rigs calendar in the kitchen since you left for college at the end of Summer.

“I have another Friday off at the beginning of next month, then at Thanksgiving I’ll be here a whole week, and even longer over the Holidays.”

“Can’t wait,” Eddie says, sighing happily and closing his eyes at the thought of keeping you in his bed for the best part of a month. When he opens them, your body has relaxed, exhaustion taking over in the few seconds he looked away. It didn’t matter that you were still naked from the waist down, your top still rucked up from his need to paw at your chest earlier. He’s fucked you into a stupor. If he moved just a little down the bed, he’d be able to look at the evidence of it still dripping from your cunt to his sheets.

“Fuck,” Eddie says. His cock, also still wet from your combined release, twitches against his thigh. He breathes out his nose, glancing at your prone body, the gentle rise and fall of your naked back with each tired breath. “Fuck it.”

As you’re drifting, the wet sound of skin rubbing slick skin pulls you back to reality. Your eyes fight the compulsion to open them, but a soft whine voiced into the quiet room connects your brain to Eddie, and then you’re blinking sleepily at him.

“Oh, Eddie.”

He’s flushed pink, hair sweaty and pushed back in a heap from his forehead. His hand fucks up and down his cock, pulling those distinctive sounds from the remnants of your wetness and the new drops of cum dripping from his pink tip. He looks kind of miserable. His eyes are wet, his bottom lip is reddening from the abuse of his teeth. “‘m sorry,” Eddie breathes, half whining. Your heart aches. “Can’t stop, when you’re here.”

You coo sleepily in the back of your throat, hating to see him like this. Settling yourself a little more into the pillows, you open your legs. “Come on,” you murmur, watching his unsure expression like he’s scared the obvious invitation isn’t what he thinks it is. “Just be gentle.”

He springs into action, body crawling to bracket your thighs with his.

“Thank you.” Eddie uses his hand to latch the head of his cock at your hole. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t go anywhere near my clit, Munson,” you tell him with a yawn, trying to relax into the initial aching stretch his cock brings, trying to make your body just take it rather than using the friction to build you up. You adjust the pillows under your head and wiggle your toes before settling down again, heavy eyes closing. “I mean it, I can’t come anymore.”

The position is good for this. With you flat against his mattress, he can only fuck forward, can’t angle his hips the way he likes to do to find your spot. His balls press heavy to your clit, but the slow movements of his cock in and out of your cunt prevent the heavy slap that can get you gushing around him.

“You’re so good to me, baby.”

He only gets a soft hum in reply. The drag of his cock is a pleasant stroke over sensitive skin. It feels good, like fingers caressing your neck. You’ll be sore tomorrow, stretched out and used. But right now, your body is content at the feeling of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie on top of you, Eddie touching you, Eddie deep inside you.

He stops. “Baby, you’re falling asleep.”

“‘S okay,” you murmur, unable to open your eyes even if you wanted to. “Keep going till you cum.”

Eddie’s cock jumps and he returns to the slow roll of his body into yours. You hum, sigh, and drift away.

The next morning, Eddie is restless. You keep glancing up from your breakfast to find him already looking at you before turning away like he never was. It reminds you a little of the early days, when you were in the process of realising that he had a crush on you, back when you were senior’s together in his second year.

“You wanna tell me what’s got you all twitchy, Eddie?” Wide brown eyes fix on yours, surprise at the question turning to the expression of somebody knowing they’ve been caught. “Is it about last night?”

“Yeah, um. I kinda didn’t expect you to let me-” He clears his throat, hand coming up as if to make some kind of explanatory gesture, but what could signal the fact you let him fuck you sleeping? His fingers curl at the realisation he’ll have to say it. “You know, while you were falling asleep.”

“While I was asleep, too. Was gone before you came.”

“Shit, man.” He rubs ringed fingers over his pink face while you giggle.

“You liked it, huh?” Eddie nods slowly into his hands. “I mean, that’s okay. Good, really. I know I make you stop before you’re ready, sometimes.”

A doe eye appears in a gap between his right ring and middle fingers. Eddie lowers his hands, watching you curiously. “You uh, you mean I can-” He licks his lips, eyes jumping to catch each point of your face, any clue that you’re insincere. “You’d let me do that again.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Felt nice. Got you off. What’s the issue?” He’s twitchy again, and you kick him gently under the table to get him to look at you. “What, Eds?”

“What about if you’re already asleep?”

You consider the little clench inside that drew from you, then shrug again. “That’s cool, too. Kinda hot actually, the thought of you just using me like that.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, still sounding nervous, hollow. “Kinda.”

He does it again that night, after he’s already fucked you tired. You know, because while you cuddle into his pillow on your side, feeling sated and nicely sleepy, his hand starts stroking across your thigh. Excitement runs up your spine in a shiver. “You sure?” He asks, soft in your ear, wanting the final confirmation that you’re going to let him do this to you.

“Yes, Eddie,” you answer. He keeps stroking your thigh, and you realise he wants you gone entirely before he gets started. The thought bounces around your head, settles, then vanishes as you slip into dreamless sleep.

Eddie is relaxed with you, the next day. He spends Sunday morning wincing at your attempts to play his guitar and making his own attempts at impressing you with the number of grapes he can fit in his mouth. You’re giggly and happy until you have to go early in the afternoon. He holds you for the whole ten minutes before you have to leave, face buried in your chest and legs tangled together.

When you’re back a couple weeks later, Eddie greets you at the door with a grin, tells you Rick sold him something new. “‘s called ACDC,” he says proudly, presenting a rolled joint before you’ve even even settled yourself down on his bed.

“I just got here. Are you that desperate to get high?”

He shakes his head. “Wanna watch you.”

Your eyebrows come together and you look at the joint with suspicion. “This gonna make me see God, Eddie?”

“It, uh, it’ll make you sleepy.”

A pause, confusion, then the memory of the last time you were here and the agreement you came to. “Oh.”

He fixes you with a serious look. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I mean- It’s just, the last time, it was after we’d already…”

Eddie nods. “I know. I know but,” he swallows. “I kinda wanna see, you know, how long I can go with you like that.”

The air is thick with tension while your mind runs over exactly what he’s asking you. Eddie’s good at following your boundaries, pushing sometimes to help you realise exactly where they are, but never crossing. If you tell him no, Eddie would just smile and take the joint from you. He’d probably throw it over his shoulder and climb over your body to give whatever’s he’s been saving up. Nevermind that you would still be wide awake and wanting him.

Eddie wants you asleep while he fucks you. Desire moves, heavy and tingling, through your body. “Okay,” you say, reaching out for a lighter.

Eddie’s shoulders slump with a relieved sigh. Then, as if he’d only just realised what you’ve agreed to, they come right back up again. He’s practically bouncing on his feet. “Yeah?”

“Yes, you fucking perv. Give me the lighter.” He does, and watches with dark eyes as you take a long drag. “Is this gonna knock me right out, or?”

“No, got it cause it’s supposed to be kinda gentle.”

He put thought into this. What strain to get to knock you out sweetly before he fucks your passed out body. You rub your thighs together, feeling your panties start to stick to the lips of your pussy under your jeans. You take another drag, then rest the joint in the ashtray by his bedside. You find the buttons of your jeans, working them down your legs and pulling your socks off in the process. Then you reach behind you to undo your bra and remove it from under your t-shirt, grinning when you throw it at Eddie, who jumps like he was in a trance.

“Come rock me to sleep.”

He climbs into the bed and lets you rest your whole body against his chest, settling into the warm fabric of his favourite Dio shirt. Eddie hands you the joint again, watches with intensity as you puff at it for a few minutes. “Starting to hit you?”

“Yeah.”

You feel him, hard and wanting against your back. The thought forms more clearly than before. Eddie’s going to fuck you, cum inside you who knows how many times, and you won’t even be aware, won’t remember the details at all because you’re not even going to be awake for it.

Another drag, then you put it out in the ashtray because your mind is settling into that comfy place that will let you drift off. Eddie kisses your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “So good to me,” he says, his voice a mile away. “So good for me, sweetheart.”

You’re sore when you wake up in the morning, the space between your legs still slick and leaking him. Eddie’s sleeping face is a picture of relaxed contentment, his hair tangled and wild like he’d been pulling his hands through it all night. Maybe he was. You certainly wouldn’t know.

“Hey, pervert,” you say, shaking his shoulder a little until his big eyes are squished closed in protest, then open and blinking sleepily. “You shove your fist up there or what?”

Eddie’s face splits in a grin. “You sore?”

“You know I am.” You also feel the same sated pleasure you normally feel when you wake up in Eddie’s bed. You swallow. “How- how many-”

“Don’t ruin the fun, baby,” Eddie interrupts, reaching out to pull you into his body. “Better you don’t worry your pretty head about it, yeah?”

He eats you out till you’re crying, taking every drop of what he left in you into his mouth before spitting it into yours, face wild and grinning, his hair a messy curtain around you. Eddie fucks you awake the rest of the weekend, doesn’t use your resting body again while you’re there. It only strikes you when you’re halfway back to Indianapolis, fingers tight on the steering wheel, your pussy clenching at the thought-

Maybe he did.

You don’t spend as much time as you wanted with him over Thanksgiving, stolen away by the responsibilities gifted to you by your Mother’s decision to host the whole family at your house. You clean and decorate and prepare dinner for days, all the time waiting till you can steal away and see your boyfriend who whines to you each night over the phone about how much he misses you.

You sleep over the night before you have to leave. He lays you on his bed and presses your legs to your chest, smiling the whole time. “So fucking lucky to have you,” he tells you, face pressed to your neck when you’re done. Eddie wiggles his hips with his cock inside just to hear you gasp and feel you hit his chest. He twitches inside before he pulls out, and it’s all you think about as you fall asleep.

“Did you fuck me last night?” You ask him over Cheerio’s the following day. He crunches his mouthful with his eyebrows together, having to cover his face to stop the huge pile he’d shoved in from falling out while he tries to force it down.

“Uh, yeah,” he answers. “Remember? You squirted all over-”

“No, I mean after. When I was asleep.”

“No,” he says with a simple shake of his head. Queue another heap of cereal that prevents him from continuing for the next ten seconds. “We didn’t talk about it before. Wouldn’t do it without that.”

Your sweet boy. You sigh, unclear in your own mind if it’s because of relief or disappointment.

“Did you think I would?” He asks, eyes wide, a little hurt.

“I didn’t know. I thought I’d, sort of, implied rolling consent.”

“Can’t imply consent, babe.” Another mouthful, his dark eyes set on you. He swallows. “So I have your consent?” You blink. “When you come back. I can fuck you sleeping whenever I want.”

Your head is fuzzy. “Yes, Eddie.”

He purses his lips in a smile, tilts his head. “Can’t wait.”

When school lets out for the Winter, you stay with Eddie in his Uncle’s trailer for a week straight, watching holiday movies and burning four consecutive attempts at batches of gingerbread. Each night, he cuddles you tight in bed to fight against the encroaching cold. You always open the windows at night, liking it freezing in the room, warm under heavy covers.

Eddie hums in your ear. You sink into the mattress, and sleep.

Tonight, when the December air brings an icy draft through the open window, the sweat on your exposed back attracts it. The chill moves along your body in a shivery crawl. You wake up.

“So fucking good like this.”

Eddie, whispering somewhere above your head. His cock is locked inside, his hips moving in quick little thrusts that let him press his heavy balls against your weeping slit. He’s already come in you once. You can feel the warmth of it.

“Can’t believe you let me do this to you. Knew you were a slut but didn’t think-” He groans into the air, pulls his cock from your depths then presses back in to fuck you properly. Still gentler than he would normally, because he doesn’t want you awake. He wants you like this, more submissive than you ever could be with your eyes open. Yours are still heavy, like they’re telling you to drift away, let Eddie have what he wants. “Didn’t think you’d ever let me use you like a fleshlight. But that’s what you are, right?”

Oh.

“Just a cunt.”

Your walls clench tight. Eddie stops.

His heavy breath is the only sound in the quiet room. A second later, you feel his hand massaging gently over your shoulder, your neck. Eddie kisses the back of your head, and whispers into your hair. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

Your slipping mind supplies what your body already knows.

Yes, Eddie.

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[HOW'S THE TASTE?] — geto, gojo

꒰ ͜͡➸ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you know exactly from which twitter fanarts I took the inspiration from

pairing: dom!geto x brat!gojo x sub!fem!reader

tw: NSFW, threesome, oral (f receiving), beware the bisexuals 👹

geto never really considered himself being a lucky man, his whole life was made by disastrous events and dark and twisted thoughts occurring in his mind at midnight. was he completely healed of his past? probably not, some chains were still wrapped loosely around his ankles and wrists, but he was now learning how to walk with them. sometimes the incessant sounds of those chains dragging on the ground behind him became too loud and he needed to clear his head, to focus on something in order to ignore those ghosts creeping on his shoulders.

and it's during these times that he thinks that perhaps, luck has crept into the pages of his story. maybe those chains are just a small price to pay for having two beautiful puppies like you and gojo at his feet.

“faster.” he orders, getting more comfortable in his seat.

gojo grunts, his two fingers circling faster around your little clit while feeling your hands rubbing him faster too. your two bodies are glistening with sweat, you're both panting, hungry eyes devouring each other's gaze. the air is almost steamy, heavy with lust and desperation. a loud whine echoes in the room when you feel gojo's finger slowly making its way in your drenched pussy, slipping so easily inside, making your head fall back on your shoulder. all of this under the dark gaze of geto, relishing in the sight.

“fuck… you're just going to stay here or what suguru?” gojo breathes out, his cheeks flushed with a pink blush.

your eyes are pleading him to come too, but you know better. the dark haired man smirks, his eyes falling on yours.

“always the same who's complaining uh?”

the most powerful sorcerer has always been difficult to bend, his smirk adorning his pale face and that glint in his blue eyes that nobody ever seen except you and geto. that confidence is just here so geto can break it, they both love that game, and you can't really tell if geto always wins or if gojo always let him win. either way, you always end up with one of them buried inside you.

goosebumps of excitation run through your body when you see geto standing up, slowly walking towards the bed. gojo wears a confident smile, his finger still torturing your pussy at a slow pace.

“I don't think you've been good enough to deserve her touch.”

gojo whines as geto pulls his hair, his thumb grazing the soft skin of his cheek and you feel his cock twitch in your hands. just when his lips are about to touch his, geto turns his head towards you, still holding gojo's face.

“lay back pretty girl. we're going to take care of you.”

shivers run down your spine as you nod, slowly letting yourself fall on the soft covers, your head resting on a comfortable pillow.

“since you can't keep your mouth shut, why don't you use it for good?” geto rhetorically asks, his thumb softly caressing the bottom lip of the white haired man.

he smoothly guided him between your legs, as you felt his hot breath fanning over your sex.

“is this supposed to be a punishment?” gojo playfully asks.

he doesn't have the time to add anything else as geto pushes his head towards your heat, the sorcerer immediately moaning at the taste on his tongue, willingly opening his mouth to have more of your sweet pussy. they both smile after hearing your cute whimpers, your hand making its way through his white hair, pulling at them every time his nose brushes your clit. you're practically sure he's eating you out for his own pleasure, whimpering against your skin and lapping at your juices as if it was the best thing he ever tasted.

“does he make you feel good angel?” geto whispers into your ear, his body close to yours, his hand softly squeezing your chest and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

no matter what can happen, you will always be their weaknesses.

your hips buck against gojo's face when geto pulls you in for a kiss, both of their tongues making you moan. with the way he's controlling the kiss, you don't feel his hand sliding down your body. you only feel it when he roughly pinches your clit, your whine muffled by his own mouth while gojo is smiling mischievously. they are both working perfectly together, geto's finger slowly working on your clit while gojo is licking you as if his life is depending on it.

“do you want us to make you cum pretty?” geto asked you, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your jawline.

gojo whined at the same time as you, feeling your thighs squeezing his head, your whines getting louder as you tried to say yes.

“why don't you beg us then?” gojo ordered, just before languidly trailing his tongue up and down your pussy.

geto hums in approbation, and soon enough the room is filled with your pleas, your body trembling in the hands of the two men.

“alright darling, go on, make a mess for us.” geto finally said, gojo greedily nodding at his words while repeatedly entering his tongue inside your wet entrance.

the dark haired pushes his two fingers a little bit deeper into your flesh, accelerating his movement around your clit.

”I want you to look into his eyes when you cum.” he ordered, his other hand slightly gripping your hair, forcing you to keep your head raised.

you obey, your eyes diving into the blue ones of gojo, his intense gaze fixed on you as he is fucking you with his tongue.

”delicious, as always.” the most powerful sorcerer answers, his big hands lovingly caressing your waist as you're slowly coming down from your high.

you cry out the white haired man's name as you cum, just before shakily whispering geto's name, your eyes raising to look at him through your lashes. gojo wears a greedy smile, getting on top of you just next to geto, who raised an eyebrow at him.

"how's the taste?"

“gimme a taste.”

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DAY 22: PUTTING ON A SHOW | VOYEURISM

you've been treating denki so well lately whether its buying all the luxury items he wants or taking him out to all the fancy restaurants around. so he thinks it's time for him to repay you back and what's better than having him put on a show for you wearing some sexy lingerie?

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ denki kaminari x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, voyeurism, sugar baby x sugar mommy relationship, masturbating, begging, praise, slight degradation, feminization, vibrators (character receiving), ooc kaminari kinda, pet names

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KINKTOBER EVENT

"Baby, what are you doing? Can I open my eyes now?"

You hear some shuffling around you and a thump, causing you laugh a little.

"n-not yet, [name]! just wait a little more..." Minutes pass as you sit on your chair, contemplating whether or not to take a peek at what he's doing. About fifteen minutes before he told you to close your eyes and that he had a surprise for you but what surprise needed him to be scurrying around the room the whole time? You sigh as you wonder what it could be.

Before you could open your eyes yourself, his voice rings in the room. "You can open your eyes now, [name]." He says, sounding out of breath.

And so when you open your eyes, they immediately widen at the sight of kaminari sitting on both of you's shared bed and you notice the 'surprise' right away. Instead of his usual clothes on, a beautiful shade of red lingerie that compliments him so well adores his body, making your heart race at the sight. The lingerie barely covers his body, the top only covering his upper chest and the undergarment only covering his crotch. It's so revealing.

The material is so thin that you could see his stiffened nipples through it and although kaminari's hands is covering his dick, you still notice the bulge there. He must've ordered a size too small too as it looks like his chest could burst out of the bra at any moment. He notices you ogling his body and he blushes.

"kaminari? what's this for?" You don't remember buying him this outfit. You didn't even think he would be into this stuff at all. But you're not complaining, of course. Why would you be when he looks this good?

He nervously avoids your eye contact. "A s-surprise for you. Cause you've been treating me so good, you know." He mumbles the last part but you still hear it, making your heart swell at his cuteness. Though it's true that you've been spoiling him a lot lately with nice items and fancy restaurants, you haven't really been expecting something like this from him. His head suddenly turns to you, worry in his eyes and a pout on his lips. "Do you not like it? I-I can return it if you want and-"

"Of course not, baby. If anything, I love how it looks on you." You shake your head at him. You make your way towards him, making him turn a even darker shade of red that almost matches his pretty lingerie. Heat radiates off his body when your hand trails up from his waist and to his chest with a grin on your face. Your rather cold hands on his hot body makes him shiver. "And I can't wait to see what you look like at the end when I'm done with you."

His breath hitches in his throat and he stares at you with excitement and lust in his eyes. But almost like he suddenly remembers his other part of the surprise and gently pushes your hand away with a small whine.

"I wanna put a show on for you though." You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "A show?"

He hesitantly nods. "Please? Just s-sit down and watch me." You giggle at his need to ask you. "Of course, darling." Sitting on a chair in front of him, you make yourself comfortable as kaminari shifts around in his spot.

You think it's amusing to see how his now nervous manners differ from his normal personality. It's almost like a switch got flipped in him that turned him into such a blushing mess when he's usually so confident and loud around you and others.

With your entire attention on him, kaminari feels even more nervous than before. His surprise for you has been plaguing his mind for weeks now and he could die from embarrassment if he messes up now.

He can feel your eyes on his hands as he slowly takes his dick out of the confinement of the thin material, leaving a small wet patch on it. His dick is already hard and red with some pre cum at the tip and you're quick to tease him about it.

"Already hard?" You coo at him, making him let out a whine at your teasing. Your words go straight to his dick, making them twitch in his hands.

You feel your heart race when he begins to play with his own dick, breathy moans and whines leaving his mouth and filling the room, making your stomach burn with desire. You watch as his face burns red as he speeds up his movements.

While you wish to go over there and ruin him yourself and make him cry, you hold yourself back, wanting to watch as he touches himself for you instead. He looks at you at the corner of his eyes, wanting your approval.

And you notice it too and how his eyes beg for you to praise him for how well he's doing for you. He's always been a sucker for praise anyways.

"You're so pretty, aren't you kaminari? Touching yourself so well for me too." He lets out a whimper, both at your praise and how his thumb runs over the tip of his dick. His pre cum runs down his hand and the wet sounds of his hand on his dick increases in volume.

"Only I can see how pretty you are in this, right? I'm not even touching you myself and you're falling apart just from your hand. Such a pretty whore for me." He gasps when your praise and degradation sends shocks to his body.

You can't help it when you grab your phone nearby and snap a few pictures of him, making sure to not leave out his thrown back head and his hard dick in it. How could you resist when he just looks so good in the lingerie?

"Tell me when you're close, alright?" He nods but you're not sure if he even heard it properly. Not when it looks like he's already lost himself to the pleasure with his eyes almost rolled back all the way and his legs spread out as apart as they could be, giving you a perfect view of his dick.

It's not long till he mumbles out a 'i'm close.' A little teasing never hurts anyone, you think.

"Do you think you deserve to cum, hm?" Kaminari cries out. "Please? I've been g-good ah! Can I c-cum please?"

A smile makes its way onto your face. "Well you are putting on a adorable show for me so I guess I'll allow you to cum, okay?" He nods and thanks you over and over again, letting out a groan when his orgasm hits him hard. He makes a mess over himself, staining the covers underneath him along with his body and you watch in awe as his eyes roll back. The lingerie gets stained but you both don't care at the moment.

As he's still recovering from his release with ragged breaths escaping him, you make your way towards him and grab his half hard dick into your hand. Kaminari lets out a gasp that turns into a whine when you run your hand against his sensitive dick.

"W-Wait [name]! I'm s-still sensitive o-oh god-" The glint in your eyes makes him whimper. Your hand begins to lazily pump his dick and he swears that he's about to cum again.

"Don't think you're done yet, kaminari. I didn't get a chance to play with you yet and why would I miss this chance?" He shivers at the way you're staring him down. It's safe to say that you really like his surprise.

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Twisted Fate | Ethan Landry

Summary: After being attacked by ghostface Reader discovers another side of life. It turns out that you are more attracted to the killer than you think.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, maybe SPOIL ?, p in v unprotected, blood kink, knife play, characters death, choking, violence. Let me know if I've forgotten anything.

A/N: I haven't watched the whole film but Ethan is so hot. This is my first smut so please feel free to give me feedback. English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. (My requests are open if wanted)

You had worked hard all week and were looking forward to a fun party with your friends. You didn't care much about your appearance, but you had still taken the time to choose a comfortable, casual outfit for the evening.

You had lined up with your friends to get into the party, loud music could be heard from outside the house. When you finally walked through the door, you were immediately surrounded by a crowd of lively and energetic people.

The living room was packed, with people dancing to the music, laughing and chatting. You grabbed a glass of red punch, your favourite drink, and started socialising with your friends and other people you didn't know.

You spotted a cute guy in the corner of the room and approached him. You exchanged smiles and started dancing together to the lively music. It was a perfect evening, everything was going according to plan.

However, everything changed when you went to find a toilet and saw a pool of blood on the floor. You slowly approached it, trying to figure out what had happened. As you got closer, you realised that there were bodies lying on the ground, motionless.

You were horrified, your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do. You wanted to run away, but something inside you held you back. You had always been drawn to the dark side of life, but never had the opportunity to explore it.

Then you heard loud footsteps behind you. You turned and saw a masked man in a black robe holding a knife in his hand. It was Ghostface.

You didn't panic, you felt alive and excited about taking control. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon but nothing. Ghostface was already approaching you.

You got into a fighting stance, preparing to dodge his attack. You stepped back a little, watching every move he made. You narrowly dodged his stab, and he tried to hit you again, but this time you managed to block it with your hands.

You quickly thought about how to defend yourself effectively, so you rolled backwards and picked up a glass vase that was on the floor. You threw it at Ghostface, but he dodged it. You continued to look for a way to defend yourself, your eyes scanning the room. Then you saw the knife block on the worktop.

You approached slowly, ready at any moment to dodge an attack. Ghostface followed you, his eyes fixed on you. You reached the knife block and grabbed a knife, turning quickly to face your opponent.

"You want to play?" You challenged. Your voice shook slightly, you had forgotten how good it felt to feel like that. "I'm ready." You smiled.

He doesn't react, raising his own dagger to parry yours. You quickly stabbed downwards and he blocked the cut, grabbing your wrist with one hand. You kicked him in the chest, throwing all your strength into it. He fell onto the ground. You stood above him, glaring down at him.

You raised the knife again, and brought the blade towards his throat. You could hear his heavy breathing under the mask as you came closer, your heartbeat speeding up with every second that passed. You were on top of him, legs pinned around his hips and blade at his throat.

His arms were stretched out, unable to reach your waist. He seemed defeated. You closed your eyes, thinking about how good it would feel to kill him right now. Your breathing quickens as you decide to remove his mask revealing a curly haired boy looking at you with a smile.

"Ethan ?" You asked. His face is full of surprise, a hint of fear showing in his green eyes. He doesn't say anything, instead, you notice how his grip on your wrists loosens slightly and he tries to push you off of him. You ignore him and press harder against the knife, causing more blood to trickle down his throat. You can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallows hard. You smile at him, a sadistic expression crossing your features.

"It feels good doesn't it" he asks. "To finally have revenge." Your smile widens even more. You don't hesitate anymore ready to strike. You suddenly stop when Ethan grabs your wrist, stopping the knife in its track. You pull your arm out of his grip, staring down at the blade stuck between his fingers. Blood dripping into his face, he looks at you and smiles with his bloody teeth.

Then you felt it, hard and solid pressing against your core. Your eyes widened in confusion until you realise what was happening. You looked at him, his smile, the blood, the feeling between your legs sent electricity through your whole body. His eyes locked onto yours and he leaned upwards, pressing his lips against yours roughly, almost aggressively. The taste of blood entering your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

You dropped the knife on the floor next to you and wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body. You broke the kiss, breathing heavily. You moved away slightly, just enough to see each other better. You were both smiling brightly, euphoria filling you. Seeing that blood on him, his own blood made you feel something new. Something hot.

Without saying a word, you stood up and looked at him. "So now, if you don't want me to kill you, you'll have to fuck me" A slow grin crept over his face. He pushed himself off the ground, grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you up onto the counter, where he positioned you.

"You don't know how much I wanted you" he said. He pulled your hips closer, kissing you passionately once more, this time his hands slipping under your dress, caressing the sides of your thighs.

"That's why you killed all this people ?" You whispered after pulling apart. He looked deeply into your eyes, his own filled with passion. You didn't understand how he could be this passionate while being covered in blood and sweat. But you were so attracted to him. And you wanted him too.

"I just wanted to kill that guy you danced with but someone saw me so I took care of all the witnesses" he responded before capturing your lips once more. He kissed you hungrily, making the both of you moan. This wasn't a gentle kiss. This was a lusty, dirty, hungry one. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You couldn't think straight, but he wasn't letting go, his tongue was deep inside your mouth, caressing your inner walls teasingly. Your hands slipped beneath the hem robe, sliding over his warm skin. He groaned loudly, moving his hips, thrusting against you, grinding into you.

Suddenly he stopped, breaking the kiss, looking down at the knife which had fallen on the ground. He crouched beside it and placed it carefully besides you. Before pulling his robe over his head "Now, I want to play" he said looking at the knife, then to you "Do you wanna play?" you nodded eagerly "Alright then, let's play".

He removed his clothes and you did the same, he climbed onto the counter next to you and you climbed on top of him, taking the knife as you went. You placed both of your knees on either side of his hips. You stared at his pale, beautiful torso, you placed the tip of the knife at the top of his torso and dragged it delicately towards his belly button, leaving a thin line of blood following its path.

He watched you closely, you kept your eyes focused on his face, enjoying the view. He got up on his elbows and looked between you two before you understood. You lifted yourself up slightly, taking him inside you and sinking down slowly, your eyes fixated on each other.

He moaned loudly, biting his bottom lip nervously. He started moving his hips rhythmically, giving you complete pleasure. His hands travelled to your hips, holding them firmly. You could hear him panting, clearly trying to hold back some noises he desperately wanted to make. You lowered yourself to take his lips again.

As soon as you began moving again, he lost control of his body, moaning uncontrollably while gripping you tightly. He threw his head back, his hair falling down in front of his face. You moved your hips faster, , you couldn’t get enough, you needed him. You wanted him.

You broke away from the kiss and ran your hand over the blood that had not yet dried before running it up and down your own body. You gasped when he squeezed your breast gently, bringing a small amount of pleasure to your body as well.

A low groan escaped your throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you could continue, the sensations were overwhelming. He tightened his grip on your breasts, and you moaned louder than before, pushing down further on him .

He moaned, his grip never relaxing. You place sloppy kisses against his neck, feeling his excitement build up. He was close, you could feel it, he wasn’t far, he wouldn’t last long.

"I don't want to cum before you" he whispered, his words sending shivers of anticipation throughout your body. Your heart pounded, you couldn't remember if there had ever been anyone who was able to turn you on like Ethan did.

"Me neither" you confessed. He grabbed your hip and turned you around, positioning you underneath him. He pressed his lips against yours again, his hands travelling from your hips, trailing up your stomach towards your breasts. When he reached one of them he rubbed his thumb across it, teasing you before slamming back into you. He placed one of his hands on your ass and squeezed it, his other one moving down to your thigh. His movements were quick and forceful, pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

He continued to slam into you. Harder. Sweeter. More intense. You let out a scream of pleasure, your hips bucking uncontrollably. He was moving quicker and stronger, his grip tightening, keeping you down.

Your orgasm hit you instantly. Everything slowed down. Every muscle, every bone in your body relaxed. You could feel Ethan's grip loosen and you moved your hips, hitting back harder. He grunted in response, tightening his grip once more. He was close. So close. Just a few more steps, a couple more seconds, that's all you needed.

"Cum inside of me Ethan" You begged, throwing your head back exposing your neck. You heard a faint growl escape his throat and he immediately released himself inside of you. You let out a sob of satisfaction, feeling him buried deep inside you. You could feel the tension leave his body. His grip on you loosened even more and looked down a you with a smile.

You smiled back "So you won't die a virgin", he looked at you with confusion before before you grabbed the knife and stabbed it into his neck. His blood spilled over your chest, onto your arms. You stared at the red liquid, relishing the feeling. Your eyes trailed over his dead corpse, watching his muscles relax. It was silent for a moment.

You pushed his lifeless body away before stepping off the counter and getting dressed. Once fully dressed you walked over to the knife sticking out of Ethan's neck and picked it up. You smiled, placing the knife on the counter before taking his mask in your hand. You put it on , turning around to face your reflection on the window. You smiled at yourself as well, loving what you saw.

You left the house minutes before the police arrived at the crime scene

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How You Play the Game Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After two days apart, the continuous phone calls and texts have Bradley running up to meet you near Los Angeles for game three. He likes all of it, every minute with you. And then you tell him that his favorite part is your favorite part, too.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, masturbation, oral, and smut (18+)

Length: 7100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

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You woke up with Bradley's big arm wrapped around you. His alarm was going off, but he was still asleep. You rolled over so you were facing him, but he just pulled you closer.

"Where you goin'?" he mumbled, eyes still closed. "Stay here, Ace."

Your smile was enormous as you bit your lip. "Bradley," you whispered, kissing his nose. "You have to go to work."

"No." He pulled you impossibly closer as you laughed.

"Your alarm is going off." He muffled your words with his lips on yours, and he rolled you onto your back as he kissed you.

"Don't care," he murmured, pressing kiss after glorious kiss to your lips. But then you laughed, and so did he, because his alarm kept getting louder and louder. "Do not move an inch," he whispered, pinning your hands above your head on the pillow and easing himself away from you. "I'm serious, Ace. I want to pick up right where I'm leaving off."

You giggled as you watched him climb out of bed and walk naked across your hotel room. The early morning light filtering in through the curtains lit up his tan skin. He was beautiful. His skin still looked summer sunkissed, and you tracked him with your eyes as he located his phone on the floor.

"I told you not to move," he growled, climbing back into bed and crawling toward you, his big hands immediately holding both of yours.

"I didn't," you whispered with a smile, turning your head to the side as his mustache brushed your ear. Then he eased his body back where it belonged, right on top of yours. What a thought. He was already familiar. You shouldn't feel this comfortable with someone you literally just met. You shouldn't be thinking about the next time you were going to see him.

"Now where was I?" he muttered, frowning at you like he couldn't remember. "I think I was right about here." His kisses were probably the only thing you needed right now. Each one was more exciting than the last, and you wound your fingers in his pretty hair. He was hard against your thigh now, never shy about his reaction to you.

You wanted him. There were eighteen condoms left to use. But when he broke the kiss and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, you pouted a little bit. "You need to leave."

He shook his head just slightly. "I need to stay."

"No, no, no, Bradley. You told me to tell you that you had to go to work today. You told me last night to tell you that the planes won't fly themselves, and that you aren't allowed to spend the day with me."

"Never said that," he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed as his thumb grazed your cheek softly. "I'd never tell someone as pretty as you that I wasn't going to spend the whole day with them."

"Bradley," you whimpered, and he sighed.

Then he buried his face against your shoulder and kissed you there. "It's just that I want to spend as much time with you as I can. While I can."

He said he would get a ticket to game three just to see you. Just to be with you up near Los Angeles. Your voice was soft as you asked, "You'll really come to game three tomorrow night?" You felt vulnerable. You never felt this way. You had to have the biggest bark and the biggest bite in your line of work, and you were always ready to be on offense or defense. But you didn't feel like you had to try so hard with him. You felt like you could breathe and enjoy yourself.

Bradley's lips were on yours again, and then he said, "I'll buy a ticket on my lunch break today. And when I text you, are you going to respond?"

"Yes," you whispered with a grin. "As long as you go to work like you're supposed to."

"Yes, ma'am," he rasped. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow night. And I can't wait to read your article later today."

You were basking in the warmth of his words, but when his lips started a trail down your chest, you knew you needed to be the responsible one here. "Go. To. Work."

He groaned as he rolled off of you again and stood with his hands on his hips. You propped yourself up and looked up at him as he gestured toward the floor. "Eighteen more condoms. Am I taking them for safe keeping, or should I leave them with you?"

You tapped your lips with your index finger and asked, "Are you going to need them between now and the next time I see you?"

Bradley scoffed and said, "I already told you, Baby, I like you the best. I was only joking about the blue feathers. I'm absolutely not going to try to hook up with the other Ace."

"Go to work!" you said, howling with laughter as you launched the pillows at him one at a time as he tried to get dressed.

Then he had a big smile on his face as he picked up his Padres jersey and leaned down to give you one more kiss. "Keep this until I see you again. You looked so cute in it, thought you might want to wear it around."

You took it in one hand and wrapped the other around his neck to pull him close. Just one last kiss to hold you until tomorrow night. "Bye, Bradley."

"See ya, Ace."

He left in his jeans and undershirt, closing the door softly behind him. And then you were alone with his jersey, eighteen condoms, and the aching need to see him again. So you pushed your apprehension aside and decided to keep fooling yourself into thinking this was all a good decision.

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"You are distracted," Nat said as Bradley slid into the seat next to hers at lunchtime, his phone in his hand. You'd sent him a photo of you sitting at the desk in your hotel room wearing his jersey.

"Am I?" he asked, examining every inch of the photo before he started typing a response.

Nat gasped, and he looked up at her. "It's the sports writer! You went to the game!"

"I did," he said slowly, still typing a message. "And I'm planning on going to game three in Anaheim tomorrow night if I can find a ticket. And I'll probably go to each game after that too, because this is the kind of girl I've been dreaming of my entire life. She's cute, funny, smart, loves sports, and she's great in bed. And I just want to spend my whole day with her." He looked up and smirked.

"Doesn't she live in New York?" Nat asked, and Bradley could already feel his face falling.

"Yeah," he grunted, hitting send on the text message that said, "Let me take you home where you can wear all my clothes, and then I can take them all off of you."

"Be careful," Nat warned before biting into her sandwich.

"Weren't you the one who told me you could see me with six kids? Like a soccer player and a ballerina?"

Bradley hated the pitiful look she gave him. "I don't want you to get hurt."

That was the whole fucking thing. Bradley knew you could hurt him. It hurt the night after game one when he went home alone and then didn't hear from you in spite of the fact that he had given you his phone number. And it hurt him to think about you in New York where you lived, or in some other random city covering a sporting event. Because his home was in San Diego. And it would be next spring at the earliest before you'd be back to cover more baseball here.

"I'm not gonna get hurt, Nat. It's just a fling." As soon as he said the words out loud, he wanted to take them back. They were all wrong, and they made him feel dirty. He'd had flings before, and they didn't feel anything like this. He'd been having occasional casual sex with Shannon for probably a year, and she never lingered in his mind after he threw away the condom and watched her leave.

"Okay, well maybe you should reconsider going up to Anaheim tomorrow night?" Nat pressed. "I know I encouraged you to see her again, but maybe that's actually not the best idea."

"Nat, I know what I'm-" Bradley looked at his phone as another photo came through. In this one, you were lounging on the hotel bed where he'd spent the night with you wrapped up in his arms, still wearing his jersey. But it was open in the front, and your left hand was on your right breast.

Ace: I kind of miss you. I keep putting off leaving for my exclusive interview with the Angels' bullpen, because my hotel room smells like you.

"Fuck me," Bradley muttered, rubbing his free hand along his face.

Nat snatched his phone, and he let her have it. "Wow. Wow. Bradley."

"I know," he groaned.

"She's hot. And that message is beyond flirtatious."

"Yeah," he said, his voice precariously close to a whine. "Nat, I like her. I like how she writes her articles, and how I know her favorite team now. I liked how she felt in my arms all night."

"You slept over?!"

Bradley didn't reply. He just took his phone back and saved the photos. Then he sent you another text.

I'd rather you do an exclusive interview with me instead. I think you'd really appreciate what I have to say.

Ace: By all means, tell me what you would say if I interviewed you, Bradley.

I would say you look sexy as fuck in my jersey right now. And that thing never had it so good.

Ace: You're right. An exclusive with you would be much better.

"Now you're just ignoring me," Nat said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I'm going to sit with Bob."

Truly, Bradley hadn't heard a word she said. He also hadn't eaten any of his lunch. He had to inhale his sandwich while he walked back to the classroom for the afternoon, because yes, he was distracted.

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Your boss was really riding you today. Apparently your submissions at 11:58pm after the first two games really had Greg Pfeffer rattled, because that was the first thing he said when you talked to him. The second thing he said was that he needed you in Boston as soon as you wrapped up in California. Apparently there was nobody else on staff he trusted to handle the Bruins head coach as well as you could.

You knew what your strengths were. You were smart, crafty and organized. But you were also a woman. And sometimes the men you interviewed responded to you differently than they would another man. In a good way. You always seemed to be able to get more information out of players or coaches than anyone else. Just yesterday afternoon you managed to get two of the relief pitchers from the Angels' bullpen to admit they weren't quite sure how to throw to the Padres shortstop.

And then one of them asked you out to dinner.

Never in a million years would you agree to that. You loved your job too much. And that was immediate grounds for getting fired right there. Honestly, there was no way he really thought you'd agree, right? Also, there was the fact that you'd decided it was better to eat some mediocre takeout back in your hotel room while you texted Bradley.

But now it was Tuesday morning. Game three was happening tonight. And those texts while you ate dinner had turned into a phone call with Bradley. The two of you ended up talking for two hours before you could hear him trying not to yawn. He had been so sweet, you had to threaten to hang up on him.

But you could still hear the last thing he said to you. "I should have driven up to see you tonight after work. Even just for an hour. Can't wait for tomorrow, Ace."

And what were you supposed to do now? You had hours to kill before you had to be at Angels Stadium. You were still wearing nothing but Bradley's jersey while you laid in your bed in the hotel across the street from the stadium just outside Los Angeles. You buried your nose in the fabric; it still smelled like him. He smelled so good. There was no way you could wait a few hours for him when just the feel of his Padres jersey brushing your nipples was making you squirm with need.

You let one hand slide down the curve of your belly, and when you closed your eyes, it was easy to pretend like he was the one touching you. Because his body had been as sure as your own, like he already knew what to do with you. Inch by inch, your fingers moved closer to their goal, and when you started rubbing your clit in slow circles, you thought about Bradley's voice. About the deep, raspy register and the way he called you Ace.

When you touched your breasts with your other hand, you realized your hips were already up off the bed, thrusting slowly as your fingers worked your clit. Images of Bradley's handsome face and flushed cheeks flashed through your mind. The eager look in his eyes when he touched you. The feel of his arms wrapped around you while he slept. The way his breath felt on your neck all night long. The morning rasp of his voice as he seemed to instinctively know he was with you in the still dark hotel room before he had opened his eyes.

"Oh, god!" you whined as you ran your nose along the collar of his jersey, inhaling his scent in short gasps as you clenched, imagining his heavy cock inside you. The swirl of your fingers became erratic as your hips thrust two more times, and you were coming hard for Bradley.

When your body collapsed back onto the bed, you were almost startled to open your eyes and realize you were alone. Your loud breathing and soft whimpers were filling the room, but you were too deliciously sated to feel embarrassed about what you'd done. You should probably be getting a shower so you had time to pre-write some of your article about game three. You had emails from Greg about your successful interview article with the Angels' bullpen to respond to. But instead you reached for your phone and texted Bradley.

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Ace: How early can you get up here today?

It sounded to Bradley like you still missed him even though he hadn't seen you since very early yesterday morning. He read your exclusive interview five times today already, and he was wondering if you'd indulge him and read parts of it out loud later tonight. And then he groaned as he turned on a shower in the locker room. He'd probably barely make it to the game for the seven o'clock start time, and tomorrow was a work day.

Tomorrow was also game four. Bradley was the world's worst Padres fan at the moment, praying that the Angels would tie up the series and take this whole thing to seven games. Because he didn't even want to think about what his life was going to look like when the World Series was over and he was no longer running himself between two cities to see you.

He made the shower a short one, dressing in some snug jeans and a clean Padres shirt before running out to his Bronco.

I'm leaving work now, Baby. See you at the stadium?

You'd given him the address of the hotel you always stayed at along with your room number just in case he finished work early. You had also managed to procure a ticket in the nosebleeds for him to get inside the ballpark; he just had to give his name at Gate E. But he was going to have to turn around and drive the nearly two hours back to San Diego either late tonight or well before dawn tomorrow. He just hoped you'd want to see him again tomorrow night, because he would do it all again.

There was traffic. "Fuck," he groaned, actually pulling up onto a curb to go around someone. He ended up fighting through gridlock the whole way up Angels Stadium, cutting back and forth between the highway and backroads. He paid forty dollars to park in the preferred lot next to Gate E, and then he sprinted up to the entrance along with other fans who were hoping to make it to their seats before the first pitch.

Bradley gave your name and then his own at the window, and he was immediately admitted inside. "Can you tell me where the entrance to the press box is located?" he asked. The security guard gave him a long stare.

"Do you have credentials?"

"Nevermind," Bradley muttered, taking the ticket that was being handed to him and pulling out his phone. His heart was pounding as he listened to someone singing the national anthem while he fumbled trying to make a call. He placed his right hand over his heart, not wanting to be a complete prick as he picked a direction to rush off in as he called your phone.

"Hi," you said very softly when you answered. He loved your voice. Memories of the late night phone call filled with your soft giggles washed over him.

"Baby, how do I get to the press box?"

"Unmarked green door near section 133. I'll meet you there."

Bradley hung up and ran around the first base side of the concourse, narrowly dodging some teenage girls and a beer vendor as the singer wrapped up their rendition of the song. And then he saw the green door as it opened, and your eyes met his.

"Shit," he gasped, feeling his feet slow before speeding up again. You looked perfect, and your beautiful smile was just for him as you let the door close behind you and came running.

And then you were in his arms with your hands at the back of his neck and your lips pressed to his ear. "Hi," you whispered as you kissed along the side of his face just as the fireworks signalling the start of the game were launched, and the entire stadium was cheering.

Bradley carried you to the door as you laughed softly. "I liked your exclusive article," he told you. "Read it five times today." That earned him a kiss on the lips, and then he watched you pull your lanyard out of your back pocket to unlock the green door.

"I think you're my biggest fan," you replied as he carried you inside and set you down.

"I absolutely am, Ace." Then you were pushing his back against the wall, your lips ghosting over his in the relative private of the vestibule that opened up into the press area buzzing with people.

"I need you to be very well behaved tonight," you scolded with a little grin that made Bradley lean down and kiss you hard.

"I will," he promised, loving the needy little sound you made.

You ran your fingers along his neck as you said, "I have an assigned seat in here. And my boss has been on my ass all day. No spilling any beers on me, I don't care how badly you want to lick it off later."

"One time and I have a reputation..."

You bit your lip and looked up at him over your shoulder as you turned toward the other reporters. The game was about to begin as you pointed to some folding chairs, and he grabbed one on his way past. Then he wedged it in front of the countertop where your computer was sitting, between your chair and the wall. He sat down and then you settled in next to him, right there in his personal space.

Bradley was smiling at you, and you were smiling right back. "Stop distracting me," you told him, barely turning in time to watch the Angels' pitcher throw the first strike of the game. "You're very distracting."

He draped his arm around your back as you started filling out the pitches on your stat sheet and typing away at the same time. "Thanks for securing that ticket for me. Wouldn't want to miss the chance to see you."

"It was god awful expensive. Even for the worst section in the stadium," you replied without looking at him.

Bradley's jaw dropped. "You paid for it? I thought maybe you got it comped or something. I could have found one online myself."

You just shrugged as the Angels left the field only to be replaced by the Padres for the bottom of the inning. "I got it for half the price you would have been able to."

Bradley knew that was still at least five hundred dollars. "I'll pay you back."

"No," you said softly as you looked down at your keyboard almost like you were embarrassed. Then you shrugged again, a little more aggressively this time. "It's okay."

But Bradley cupped your chin and gently guided your face so you were looking at him, your eyes unsure and hesitant. "I'd have had no problem paying full price. I just wanted to see you."

He ran his thumb along your bottom lip as you asked, "Is that really why you're here though?"

Bradley's brow scrunched in confusion as he examined your face. He knew the game was going on, but you weren't fighting him about missing a pitch or two. "Why else would I battle through traffic for two hours?"

You swallowed hard and whispered, "Because you wanted to fuck me again."

Bradley's stomach dropped. That was so far from the truth. "No, Ace. I wanted to spend a little time with you." You were silent now, but you weren't looking away as he added, "Sleeping with you is incredible, sure. But that's not why I'm here. I don't have to drive four hours round trip to get laid. I have six pack abs. But in order to see you tonight, it required driving up from San Diego. And when I tell you that I don't care if you invite me back to your hotel room tonight or not, I mean it."

Then you were kissing him and tugging him closer to you by the front of his shirt. And the Angels must have scored, because the rest of the stadium erupted in near deafening cheers. But you still didn't care to look away and find out exactly what was going on. You just kept kissing him, and your hand skimmed up his thigh, and Bradley had to pull away.

"Ace, if you keep doing that, you'll make me look like a liar," he gasped as the cheering finally started to lessen.

You chased his lips with yours and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bradley kissed you one more time and then leaned back in his seat, glancing down at the fly of his jeans where he was plainly a little hard for you. His voice was a little tight as he adjusted himself. "Truly, sleeping with you is not my priority tonight, but you turn me on."

Your hand was still resting on his thigh as you turned toward your computer and typed one handed. "How embarrassing... logging in to SportsCenter to watch a replay while I'm sitting right here in Anaheim." But you were smiling, and Bradley let his hand come to rest on top of yours while he caught his breath. It took you a minute to get your score sheet updated correctly, and then you were focusing on the players once more. But your hand still brushed his leg, and your fingers occasionally laced with his as you watched the game.

Occasionally you murmured something about a stolen base or an earned run average, but Bradley was barely watching anything except you. All he knew was he hoped the Angels won. All he wanted was to stay with you as long as possible.

When you kissed him sweetly during the seventh inning stretch, one of the other writers turned and said, "You brought your boyfriend again, New York?"

"No, Jack. He's actually my intern," you replied smoothly. The older man just looked between you and Bradley and then turned around.

"Intern?" Bradley mumbled. "Damn. I got demoted. Someone called me your boyfriend the other night." You started laughing as Bradley said, "What's next? Your dog walker?"

"I don't have a dog," you told him, smiling at him brightly and squeezing his thigh.

He laughed, too. "You want me to be your personal food fetcher?"

"Now that is something I could actually use."

Bradley was on his feet immediately, filling a plate from the catering stations and grabbing a bottle of water.

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Nothing felt as rushed tonight. Sure, you kept pulling Bradley in for kisses in the parking lot on the way to his retro Ford Bronco, but you didn't feel the need to immediately drag him back to your room. Not when he looked so gorgeous in the moonlight. Not when you felt golden inside since the Angels had managed to pull out a win. There would be at least five games. You were hoping you had at least two more chances to see him.

You shivered as he opened the door for you. "Bradley," you said with a laugh. "I told you my hotel is just on the other side of the parking lot. It's the hotel I always stay in."

"I'll drive you over," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he helped you in. Then you gave him an appraising look as he closed the door and jogged around to the other side. Was he really not planning on joining you in your room? The idea sent a jolt of sadness through you. But tomorrow was Wednesday, a work day for him.

"Bradley?" you asked softly as he pulled out of the spot. You could already see your hotel from the end of the aisle, and he turned to smile at you.

"Yeah, Baby?"

You closed your eyes and whispered, "Do you have to leave right away? I want you to come up."

He didn't answer immediately. He pulled up to the entrance and put the Bronco in park and ran his fingers through his hair. "I wish I could say no to you. Just to prove my point."

When you leaned across the console and said, "I don't want you to say no to me right now," he shifted back into drive. You giggled as he pulled forward a little quickly and whipped into an empty parking space.

And then you were walking backwards through the lobby, coaxing Bradley along as he said, "I shouldn't be coming up with you. I have work in the morning. And I told you I'm just here for your company." But he was smiling, and he was the one to push the button to call the elevator.

Then it arrived, and the two of you were the only ones inside when the door closed. You tucked yourself against his chest when he opened his arms to you. "Just come up for a little bit?"

"A little bit," he confirmed, kissing the top of your head. "While you write your piece?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, kissing his neck. "Or you could stay for a while."

His arms were warm and so solid around you, and you heard him murmur, "I could stay for a while."

You pulled him down the hallway, laughing at the dopey grin on his face. "You could stay longer. We're only going to get a handful of these nights together. And I like it when my hotel room smells like you the next day."

He snatched the key card from your hand and unlocked the door, ushering you inside with his lips on yours. He tossed the key somewhere on the floor as the door closed behind him, and you dropped your computer bag with a soft thud.

"This is a nice room," he whispered against your lips as he untucked your blouse and got one big hand on your lower back.

"You didn't even see it yet," you gasped as he started sucking on your neck.

"I'll look at it later."

And then you were under him on your bed, both of you fully clothed except for your shoes. Bradley was running his lips and his mustache along your neck at such a leisurely pace, you were afraid you might actually melt.

"Is that my jersey?" he asked, his gaze moving to the pillow next to your head.

"Yeah," you whined as his tongue met the sensitive spot behind your ear. "I wore it last night and this morning."

Bradley groaned, and then you felt his hands at your waist and your hips. "I'm a weak man. A very weak man when it comes to you, Ace." And then his groan just got louder as you reached down for his hands and guided them slowly to the button of your jeans. He made quick work of it and the zipper, easing his fingers inside the waistband of your underwear. "Baby, you have an article to finish."

He kissed along below your belly button, and you whimpered as you said, "I'll finish it in time. I promise." And then he was yanking your pants down and pressing his lips to your bare thighs as he worked your jeans and underwear all the way down your legs and off. He settled in with his face buried in your pussy, just like last time. Just like the first time. You'd never been with a man so willing and eager to do this.

"You're fucking soaked," he moaned, lapping up along your slit before separating you with his nose and kissing around your opening.

"Bradley!" you whined, because he was already so invested. So you let him go for a few minutes, and it felt good. So good, you were almost convinced he could get you off this way if he took enough time to do it. But after a few more minutes, you tugged gently on his hair. When he met your eyes with his lips on your clit, he looked annoyed.

He released you, much to your immediate displeasure, and asked, "Why won't you let me get you off like this? You stopped me the other night, too."

You pressed your lips together and looked at the ceiling before you answered. "It'll take forever."

Bradley sighed, and a second later, a jolt of pleasure rushed through you. When you looked down your body at him, he was swirling one long finger around your clit. "I'm in no rush. Other than you needing to submit your article in an hour and a half, we've got time."

"You must like a challenge."

Bradley raised one eyebrow at you, but his finger never stopped that slow, delicious swirl that had you bending one leg and running your foot along his side. He kissed the inside of your knee before he looked at you and said, "This is not a challenge. This is a privilege, Baby. You just tell me what feels good, and I'll get you there."

You couldn't be sure if it was his words or the way he was touching you, but when your pussy clenched gently around nothing, you were whimpering his name and agreeing. And then his mouth was trailing the softest kisses along your folds. You could tell you were dripping wet by the way his tongue glided so smoothly along. And then Bradley reached around your hips and tilted your body up at a slightly different angle that had his nose bumping your clit while he ate you.

He kept changing things up. A soft roll of his tongue would turn into a nibble. And then the nibbles would turn into suction with just the most beautiful amount of pressure. But his mustache was just fucking special, the way it felt rough and yet so fucking necessary.

"Fuck," you whined softly. He was so good. But you'd felt this slow build before, and inevitably your partners ended up getting tired or annoyed by how long it took you. Bradley's movements were sure and steady, however. And now he was plucking at your clit with his lips, and your thighs tightened around his head.

"Good?" he asked, breathing a little heavy.

"Yes! Don't stop!" you praised, your hips rocking with each little grab and release of his lips. He squeezed your hips as if he was letting you know he would get you off like he promised, and then he swirled his tongue slowly around your clit before licking a long stripe down with the tip of his tongue.

"Do that again," you demanded, your voice barely a gasp. And once again he treated you to that swirl of his tongue. "Fuck." And the long stripe downward. "Oh."

"Again?" he asked, his voice raspy and amused.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged as you said, "Don't you dare stop, Bradley." But he was already back at it with that perfect tempo and his prickly mustache. This time, when he licked down, he kissed his way back up, and you made the most desperate sound. "Again."

"I got you, Ace."

His tongue. His voice. His hands. His hair. His ridiculous nickname for you. "Oh god damn!" you whined, your voice breaking as you keened. The words and sounds were burning at the back of your throat before they could be released in a way that made any sense at all. And you rolled your hips slowly against his mouth as he cupped your body. You were close. So close. So-

"Yes!" you nearly screamed as tears stung at your eyes. Bradley grunted as you pulled his hair but he didn't stop. You were practically riding his face with one leg thrown over his shoulder when you felt yourself gush. His face was still buried in your pussy, but when he finally looked up at you, he was panting.

"Ace," he groaned, his face all wet from you. He was licking his lips like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever tasted in his life, and even though you were still enjoying some little aftershocks, you needed more.

"I want you to fuck me," you said softly, and then his wet lips and chin were on yours. And you did taste pretty incredible as he bucked his fully clothed body against your core.

"I won't last," he grunted. "Not after that. God, you're perfect."

Your body felt flushed all over from his compliment. "I don't care. I just want to feel you."

"You need to finish your article," he said, but he was already sitting back on his knees between your legs and unzipping his pants. He winced as he pulled himself free, his tip an angry, swollen red.

"Oh," you gasped, already clenching again at the sight of him. You scampered out of bed and nearly tripped on your way to your suitcase. "Eighteen condoms," you muttered, digging around until you found one of the double packs.

A few seconds later, you were rolling one of them down his length. He'd barely gotten his pants pulled down to his thighs by the time you were bending over the bed for him. And then he was filling you up, and his arms kind of caged you in. And his mustache was rubbing your neck. And your actual first name was on his lips. And you were thinking about things you knew you shouldn't. You were thinking about how much it was going to hurt when you left for the east coast.

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Bradley would have been embarrassed that he only lasted two minutes, but you didn't seem to mind. "I'll be better for round two. You just really wound me up."

You bit your lip and smiled at him as he removed the condom. "Going down on me made you hot?"

He looked up at you like you had two heads. "Yeah. Hell yeah. I'd spend the whole night doing that if you'd let me."

You looked ridiculously pleased with yourself as you grabbed his Padres jersey off the bed and slipped it on. "Maybe tomorrow night," you said playfully as you walked toward the desk and grabbed your bag on the way. "You coming?"

Once again, Bradley had you perched on his lap while you finished your article. You were cutting it very close tonight, and he was helping you proofread as you wrote. "You misspelled umpire," he whispered, pointing to your computer screen.

"Thanks," you replied softly, correcting your error.

He didn't want to distract you at all, but he wasn't sure how long you wanted him to stay. It was three minutes until midnight. He was at least an hour and a half away from home. He needed to be at work in eight hours. But the way you were acting like he belonged with you was keeping his mouth shut.

You submitted your article at exactly midnight and then you turned to face him. "Are you ready for round two?" you whispered, grinning. "Round one with you was already way better than when I got off earlier today."

Bradley froze with you in his arms. "What the hell happened earlier today?" he asked, hating that he immediately felt a little jealous.

But you leaned in and kissed him softly, your lips brushing his as you said, "I thought about you while I got myself off."

"Fuuuck," he groaned, wrapping you tighter in his arms. "That's hot, Ace."

Bradley was still hanging out of his jeans, and his cock was rubbing your thigh as he got hard for you. You were running your fingers through his hair as you rubbed your pussy along his length. Then you reached behind you on the counter and held up another condom, and when Bradley nodded, you opened it. And then he was inside you again.

You went slow, with breathless fluttering kisses along his face. He tucked his hands inside the jersey, wanting to feel as much of your smooth skin as he could. "At least two more games," you whispered. "I have the Angels to thank for winning tonight."

Bradley laughed softly, bringing his hands up to your breasts but keeping his eyes on yours. "Let's keep this thing going."

"Mmhmm," you moaned. And then you kissed him like you and he had been doing this for years already. As if you knew what he needed. And maybe you did, because he was starting to think he needed you.

"Ace, Baby." You were coming for him, absolutely coming undone in his arms as you moved your body. He wanted to tell you to make it last all night, but it was too good. And he was right there, too.

As you pushed his hair back from his forehead and let your cheek find his shoulder, your phone rang. Bradley jumped a bit, but you didn't seem concerned.

"It's probably just Greg. My boss," you said with a kiss to his cheek.

"Okay," Bradley grunted as you stood and left him to dispose of the condom.

"Greg," you said calmly when you answered the phone. And then Bradley heard someone yelling at you. He was on his feet, brow scrunched in concern. This guy was loud, and you didn't even have him on speaker phone. And he wasn't letting you get a word in. You just hummed in agreement as you paced around the room, but when Bradley caught your eye, you headed back over.

"It's okay," you told him with your hand over the speaker of your phone. "He doesn't like my nearly late submissions," you said with an eye roll and then a smile. Then you gently pushed Bradley down into the chair again before pacing away. And he was suddenly inadvertently privy to your email inbox.

At the top was your article submission receipt which you were currently telling your boss was time stamped for midnight, and that you didn't actually need him to call you from home in New York where it was three in the morning. Then Bradley's eyes fell to no fewer than six emails that had all been sent from different media outlets this evening.

[email protected] Opportunities With MSN Sports

[email protected] Sports Writer Positions Open Now

[email protected] Looking For a New Opportunity?

[email protected] We Have the Perfect Position For You

[email protected] We Need You - Join Out Team!

[email protected] Join the Sports Team With Highest Salaried Positions

"Damn, Ace," Bradley muttered, eyes scanning everything he could see without scrolling down further. But something told him there would be more of the same if he did. Everyone wanted you.

"Sorry," you muttered, having ended your call without Bradley even noticing. And now you looked a little apprehensive.

"Your boss was yelling at you," he remarked as he stood.

"Oh," you said with a little shrug. "He's always like that. Ranting and raving is how he operates."

Bradley glanced back at your computer screen briefly. "Well I wish he wasn't shouting at you. Your articles are always the best."

You clearly wanted to say something, but you planted your hands on your hips and tapped your foot on the floor. "Bradley... I know it's late, and you have to get back home for work and everything... Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

He didn't have to think about it. "Yes."

And then your expression melted into a smile as you climbed into bed, still wearing his jersey. Bradley watched you pat the spot next to you, and he zipped up his jeans and climbed in as well.

As you yanked the covers up over both of you, Bradley pulled you close so your back was pressed to his front. "Will you come back tomorrow night? If I can get you a ticket?" you asked him so softly, he held his breath to make sure that was all you had to say.

As long as you were in southern California, he would come to you. "I'll be back up no matter what, Ace." And after you kissed his hands and laced your fingers with his, he added, "I can't believe you thought this right here wasn't my favorite part about being with you."

Your breathing was evening out, and Bradley thought perhaps you were already asleep. But then you said, "This is my favorite part, too."

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She asked him to stay until she fell asleep. Oh, Ace. He's a mess already. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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