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tintinwrites · 5 years ago

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dollface | Mob Boss!Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Three

A/N: Thank you all for loving this fic. You get a lil bit of smut, as a treat ;) Special thanks to @thesefleshfailures and @damerondjarin for being the best helpers ever!

Rating: M

Warning: Smut. Naughty words. Fingering I think idk he touches the outer bits not the inner bits. Oral (M receiving).

Word count: 2,203, apparently!!

Summary: You and Poe cozy up in a darkened little corner on a little velvet couch in the speakeasy.

Part One | Part Two

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine. If anyone knows who made this, please let me know!

Tags: @twomoonstwosuns @writefightandflightclub @fanfic-addict-98 @bisexual-space-slut @brooklynsblurbs @yougottakeeponkeepinon @dogsandrocketsocks @himbopoes @agentpike @greengrassandcyansea @arkofblake @bunkybarnesbxtch

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The music was soft and low when Poe entered the speakeasy, most people sufficiently drunk enough to remember how nice it was to be in love as they danced together.

But of course he wasn’t paying much mind to them as he looked around the room for you, gaze falling on his usual seat which was apparently a good place for a young couple to neck like they weren’t around others.

He didn’t really mind very much although if you weren’t here and his seat was taken, how was he supposed to unwind from work?

Someone pressed into his back and he turned to find you standing there, smiling up at him and somehow looking even more beautiful than usual.

Your hair was all done up and your lips were painted his favorite color on you; your dress was made of satin or silk — he never really needed to learn the difference — and not only were its straps thin enough to show a scandalous amount of your collarbone and shoulders, but they lead down to a tantalizing V that showed the tops of your breasts. The pleated skirt flowed gracefully at your knees and he let his eyes rove over the delicate beading detail. All the way up to the trim on your neckline.

Definitely the trim.

He was looking at the trim.

You were smiling knowingly when he looked back up at your eyes.

“You let someone take my seat, dollface?” He pretended to pout, tugging you against him by your lovely hips.

“I reserved somewhere special for you tonight.” You ran your fingers over his lapels then pulled on them to drag him with you.

“Oh?” Not that you had to force him since he followed you like a puppy might follow its kid.

“A very special place,” you said softly and reached for his hand as you showed him what you were talking about.

It was a couch in a dimly lit corner of the club that not many people frequented, most people not giving it a glance if they even walked near it.

He raised an eyebrow, but let you lead him further in and gently push him down to sit on the plush velvet.

“I’ve been thinking...about that promise you made of putting your hand further up my dress next time.” You stood in between his knees, running your hands up his shoulders as you pushed his suit jacket off.

“I’ve been thinking about it, too.” His eyes remained on your every movement.

You sat down next to him with the side of your knee pressing into his thigh as you turned to slowly, gently roll his sleeves up like he always tended to do. Your nails ran down his right forearm once both were exposed, his hand twitching slightly as you stroked over the veins in his wrist then moved down his palm to the tips of his fingers.

You wanted each other enough that these simple, small touches drove you both wild, meeting gazes in pleased silence as you gripped his fingers in yours and lifted his hand to begin pressing kisses over it.

He tugged you forward and you yelped, your free hand going to his thigh to keep from falling into his lap, and you giggled softly as he placed passionate kisses up your arm.

His lips moved over your shoulder, across your collarbone, then trailed up your neck slowly; all gaiety seemed to fade as his tongue occasionally darted against the expanse of soft skin.

You moaned softly and let your head fall back slightly, your hand leaving his thigh to allow your fingers to dig into his slicked back curls.

The grip was used to tug his head back a moment later and press your lips firmly to his in what happened to be your first actual kiss; there were little pecks on hands or cheeks, but you had always shown him false demureness when he would aim for your lips and he never pressed you for anything further.

Now, with your unspoken permission of your lips moving eagerly against his, he pulled you against his body, not caring about the awkward, twisted angle as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

At some point you had climbed into his lap to straddle him, your deepened kiss easier now that neither of you were turning yourselves in odd directions to meet each other.

The kiss ended with soft gasps, followed by little kisses again and again as you finally sought your fill of each other after all the teasing and tension you were pretty sure was dragged on too long.

You would have thrown yourself at his feet the first time you met if you’d known simply kissing him would be this fun.

You unwound your hands from his hair, playing with his suspenders as you pulled away to look at him.

His curls were all mussed up now that you’d pulled on them, eyes dark with lust and his lips slightly swollen and colored with your lipstick shade from the passion of your kisses. “You’re beautiful.”

It was obvious by his raised brow that he was thinking of saying the same thing to you.

Really, how could he not find you absolutely gorgeous with your lipstick smudged because of him, your gaze soft and satisfied like you were on dope from his lips alone?

The two of you laughed in tandem from the sheer joy of kissing, pressing your heads together for a moment.

Your hips rolled hesitantly against his, eyeing him in case he didn’t want to and pleased to discover his head fell back and a little moan left his lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands went to hold onto your hips, guiding you to grind yourself down into his hardening cock without shame; you found a rhythm of bucking your hips when he’d pull down on them, his own rutting up into yours every once in a while.

One of his hands moved up to pull down a strap of your dress, freeing one of your breasts which he eagerly groped.

When he put his grip on your hips once more, he leaned forward to gently suck on your nipple with his eyes on yours the whole time to make sure it was something you were okay with despite your moans.

It wasn’t long before you were squirming at the wetness between your legs, your current movements simply not enough to satisfy your pulsing clit, and you whispered, “I need you.”

“I’m all yours, dollface,” Poe’s own tone was in awe as he pulled away from your breast, perhaps over your wantonness or simply honored to be something you needed.

His fingertips slid down your hips until they touched the hem of your dress that was now rucked up around your thighs, pushing underneath the fabric.

The teasing smirk on his face turned to confusion when his hands didn’t meet your bloomers somewhere at your upper thighs and his jaw dropped the moment he passed your legs all the way up to your bare hips.

A gentle touch between your legs confirmed his suspicions that you weren’t wearing bloomers at all, his knuckles brushing over the hair there.

“You are naughty, kitten.” He stroked over your folds like he intended to get to know them closely.

“I had you in mind when I chose my outfit for tonight.” You shifted, pushing your hips out for him.

“You gonna show me where, baby? Huh?” His fingers pushed your folds apart easily to tease at your clit, rubbing over it experimentally.

He knew he found that sweet spot on you when your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a shaky, little moan, grinning at you widely.

“Is that it? Don’t hold anything back.” He loved watching you twitch in his arms at the sensations he was drawing from your already worked-up clit.

Your hips rocked forward with every stroke, needy for the friction, and he leaned forward to nibble at your neck when your head fell back.

Even without you touching his dick, he was still turned on enough to stay hard by simply watching your little reactions and listening to your sweet little sounds.

And you were clearly on your way to an orgasm quickly from rubbing on him like you did, your moans only getting louder by the second.

He groaned at your nails digging into the back of his neck.

“Poe...oh...I’m...I’m…”

You didn’t have to finish your sentence, not when you cried out softly and your hips were thrusting quickly against his touch, your cheek pressing into his head as you rode out your high with the most beautiful moans anyone ever made.

His fingers slid over your clit fast and hard until you whimpered and he knew you were a little too stimulated, his hand moving away to rest on one of your quivering thighs.

Overstimulating your cunt would definitely wait for when you weren’t in a club, when he had you in his bed with your perfect curls all over the place from how many times he’d laid with you.

He smiled at you kindly when you pulled away to look at him with satisfied eyes.

“Good, dollface?” He laughed loudly as you melted into him and pressed kisses over every bit of him that you could.

“I knew you’d be wonderful at this.” You looked at him.

There was that coquettish look again, your eyelashes batting as you slid off his lap to kneel on the floor between his open legs.

Any question of what you were doing didn’t need to be asked when you opened his pants and wrapped your hand around his hard cock to free it, stroking it.

He would have been perfectly satisfied with that, but you went the extra mile and wrapped those pretty lips around the tip of his cock.

You were drooling around him on purpose as you took him further into your mouth and he grabbed onto your hair tightly, moaning.

“You’re a good gal, you know that? Kinda bird I’d take down the fucking aisle…”

You looked up at him with teasing eyes that only turned him on all the more and he thrust into your mouth.

“I’m gonna take you back home with me tonight and I’m going to lick your cunt until you can’t come on my face anymore, okay? Would you like that?”

As if you couldn’t be any more of a dish to him, you moaned around him.

The vibrations made his hips jump, gripping tighter to your curls in pleasure as he let his head fall to the back of the couch and watched you.

“I’m not going to be able to get enough of you, am I? I’m goofy for you. I’m a fuckin’ goof.”

Your gaze softened at the admission that he was your sweetheart, that his emotions for you ran deeper than simply teasing interactions with a random woman in a speakeasy.

You sucked a little harder on him, gagging on him slightly when he pushed his hips forward again.

That was enough to send him toppling halfway over the edge, giving a deep cry as he looked down at you almost with desperation.

“I’m gonna...you...you need to get off or I’m gonna…” You stayed exactly where you were with an encouraging nod and he groaned.

He practically leaped off the metaphorical edge at the mere idea of you being willing to swallow his seed, his hips thrusting only slightly a few times as he came hard into your mouth, praise and words meant for dark clubs falling from his lips.

And you? You swallowed every last drop of him and all he did was fucking whine in absolute pleasure as you slowly slid off his cock.

Once he was down off his high, he grabbed onto your arms and yanked you up messily into his lap, kissing you hard as if your mouth hadn’t been on such a private place.

Your breast was still out of your dress and he tenderly pulled your strap back onto your shoulder as you gazed at him in adoration, snuggling yourself into him. “Did ya mean it?”

His eyes met yours, thumb rubbing the smudged lipstick off your skin that was most definitely on his cock now. “Hm?”

“All those nice things you were sayin’...” Now that you were no longer turned on or focused on his pleasure, you realized how some of the things he said were a bit more committed than others.

“Which ones?” He eyed you a little worriedly, watching you look almost shy as you fixed his pants.

“Taking me home,” you mumbled.

“I meant everything that I said, baby.” A finger moved under your chin to tilt your head up and let you know that he was leaving nothing of what he said out.

It was obvious you were trying to distance yourself from some of it, moving from his lap. “Then what are you waiting for, sap?”

There was something in your nervousness that made him smile, as if his words made you think similarly to him.

“Let’s go, dollface.”

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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hm? you fit the criteria perfectly, especially the pretty part! applications have officially closed, now to announce the lucky gal! oh— every other application has suddeny disappeared, looks like you're the only one for me. what a surprise! 💍

and it's HUSBAND keigo now. ✊👊😸 nya, ichi ni san—

🍗 (baby i know i said i'd stuff you full, but this time it'll be of food. as much as i love how you feel, i don't know if i could ever stop if you keep teasin' me like this..)

shhh :( you’re pretty too keigo!! ah, that must be because we’re soulmates, there’s no one for me except for you! i think that we’re made for each other, love!

NYA ! ARIGATOU 🥺✊🏾👊🏾 THAS MY HUSBAND, let’s perform this as our first dance at the official wedding; hm?

( well, i don’t remember explicitly asking you to stop, do you? but you have to have patience baby bird, the faster you take me to dinner the faster you get what you want 💕 )

#so cute #hawks anon 🍗#you’ve got mail 💌

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bluebellhairpin · 6 years ago

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The Girl Who Knew The End {7}

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

From Enemies, to Friends, to Lovers

Chapter Six // Faster and Faster

Chapter Seven // (You’re Here!)

Chapter Eight // Where Your Familiar Lies

A/N: This has taken much longer to post than I wanted. My laptop is acting up, so updates will probably be slow. - Nemo

Summary: After a near-death experience Thorin takes thing into his own hands. Turns out he’s a bit sour about giving you orders, but at least it turns sweet soon after.

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You woke to someone shaking your shoulder, and a tingling sensation in your shoulder, torso and forehead.

“(y/n)! Come on, (y/n) wake up.” You rolled your head over to the left, seeing that you’d all already landed on the lone cliff, the eagles all already flown off, and your head was resting in Thorin’s lap.

He was the one shaking you, and telling you to wake. You guessed Gandalf had done some of his sparkly wizard stuff, seeing as he was stepping back. That’d explain why your wounds weren’t hurting as much - if at all - anymore. You started sitting up, and Thorin moved to help you more.

Oin had come close, looking over your wounds just to make sure you’d be okay to keep traveling, but you were distracted.

Erebor was ahead, and looked absolutely stunning.

“(y/n), look at me.” Thorin started, pulling you out of the trance the Mountain had pulled you under, and moved you to face him with one calloused hand. “I can understand that you’re here to protect my nephews and myself, but I don’t want you pulling anything like that again. It’s too dangerous, and I’ve… I’ve come to understand that although you shine like a thousand stars when fighting, I don’t want you getting hurt.’’

You frowned, moving to sit up on your own.

“I don’t understand. This whole trip is full of times when i could get hurt.’’ you said quietly. He sighed and ran a hand over his beard.

“The next stop we come to, I want you to stay at. You’re not coming with us anymore.’’ he said, your eyes widening in realisation, then narrowing.

“Thorin, if you think for one second that-”

“I’m not arguing about this (y/n), not with you’’ he shook his head and stood. You quickly following suit, stumbling a little. You didn’t miss the way he stopped himself from wanting to catch you, even though you didn’t fall. He cared.

He cared about you. But he had a horrible way of showing it.

That or the Dragon Sickness had started to creep it’s hold onto him already.You shook your head at the thought. It couldn’t have. You weren’t even near the outskirts of Mirkwood yet.

Hours passed, and as night broke you found yourself in the safety of Beorn the skin-changer.

After your day and the sudden healing, you found yourself quickly finding a place to settle down and sleep in. However, a certain dwarf decided he still wanted to talk.

“(y/n), about earlier,” Thorin started, sitting himself down where you were laying, “I-I’m sorry?” You narrowed your eyes up at him.

“Are you sure?” you asked, a flicker of a smirk reaching your mouth before you returned to your serious stature.

“Yes, I am, actually. I had time to think. You know, not just right after you almost- after you- after I thought you were-”

“Dead?” you said, abruptly stopping his stuttering. He nodded and you shuffled yourself up to rest your head against his shoulder. “Cause honestly, it seems like it takes more than a few orcs to kill this gal.” He let out a light laugh, moving his arm so it was wrapped around you.

“I sure hope so. I don’t think I want you leaving. In any way. It’s selfish to want to keep you here and not with your family, but if you’d like you can stay. If you can, you can stay.” he said, moving a hand over to brush your hair back. “There’ll always be a place for you in Erebor.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You teased, moving back to smile at him. Thorin cleared his throat and shifted underneath you.

“What do you think it means?” he said, smiling back lightly with an even lighter tint of red reaching his cheeks.

“He wants to court you (y/n)!” Fili yelled, breaking the sweet moment, but you found yourself smiling anyway.

“Has since you forged the story with the trolls!” Kili added. You ‘awed’ at Thorin.

“You’ve had a crush on me?” You teased, poking his chest lightly. He grabbed you fingers before your wandering fingers reached his neck. He must be extra ticklish there.

Duly noted for later.

“If I’m not correct, I’ve seen you spending your fair share of time staring at me too.” he countered, watching as a blush soon rose to your cheeks.

“Enough wit’ the teasin’, just say ‘yes’ lass and get it over and done wit’.” Dwalin groaned, and you let out a laugh.

“Fine, yes! Where’s the courting bead!” You said, throwing your hands in the air to emphasise the point. You did want to get to sleep tonight.

Balin wandered over, one of his hands pulling out of his pocket.

“I’ve been carrying these around since before Erebor fell, and I must say I couldn’t be much happier if you were a dwarf.” he said, placing the bead in Thorins hand as he lent down to give your cheek a kiss. Balin was like a father to Thorin, and definitely a figure you’d want to be happy with you. Hearing him say that left your heart skipping a beat.

“Thank you Balin.” you said, smiling up at him as Thorin started playing with a few strands of your hair.

Over your travels, you’d gathered approximately three beads of your own already woven into your hair. The first was there when you first woke in Middle-Earth; it had the initials of you families first names on it, you guessed do you wouldn’t forget them. The second was one that the boy you found had given you; plump and almost sticky fingers pulling it out of his hair to give to you. The third was one you’d made; it had the patterns of dragon scales on it, you didn’t know why that pattern stuck out to you, but it did.

You gave the third one to Thorin. Dragon fire had done much to him, but it made him who he was now, and for that and only that you were grateful.

That night you and Thorin fell asleep in each others arms, two new braids and bead in you hair, and you thought that toupe in movies and stories about lovers staring out hating each other wasn’t quite as corny as you originally thought.

It was actually rather romantic.

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#thorin imagine #thorin oakenshield imagine #thorin x reader #thorin oakensheild x reader #the hobbit x reader #the company x reader

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years ago

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Melbourne, An Interlude

Summary: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton is on leave in Australia and meets a girl who, in quite a twist for Merriell, ends up charming the pants off of him. I was inspired by @rami-hoe and their story, The Soldier and the Nurse, because it was written in Snaf’s first person POV.

I am experimenting with this whole first person POV thing, so I keep Snaf’s thoughts in a slight version of his accent—this might be annoying af and not work at all :/ Feedback welcome! This is also my first piece on here with an OFC instead of a reader insert. I still tried to keep her vague-ish, but I wanted to do something different : )

This story will be two parts because I no longer seem to be able to write a one-shot to save my life.

Permanent Taglist: @rami-malek-trash @sherlollydramoine

Warnings: language, racial slur against the Japanese in accordance with the time period, and lots of sex stuff, so no under 18s, please!

If Guadalcanal was anythin’ to indicate what else was comin,’ I was gonna make the most of my time here in Melbourne. I was one of the lucky ones without malaria, but I was skinnier than I’d eva been and it was provin’ to be difficult to keep food in me long enough to actually fix my malnourishment.

What I can tell ya was takin’ a shower without a gun within arm’s length, without the fear of havin’ a shell dropped on ya naked ass, was next to feelin’ like god himself was wrappin’ ya up in a hug made out of warm rainwater.

It took a few days of eatin’ a little here and there and a whole lotta sleep for my nerves to relax. After a few meals dat finally settled well and sleepin’ for damn near 36 hours, I was ready to go out and find a drink, and I more than hoped not to spend anotha night alone on a fuckin’ cot in dat stadium.

First night out, I drank five glasses of whiskey and ended up stumblin’ around, gettin’ lost—I used to be able to drink a hell of a lot more than dat. I ended up runnin’ smack inta a gaggle of girls, gigglin’ and chatterin’ as dey were headin’ into the bar I just left.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t care which one said yes—so I took my shot, hopin’ I’d come across as charmin’ to at least one of em. I smiled a lot because I knew girls liked it when I did, and I ran a hand through my hair, short because it had just been cut, tryin’ to look just a little innocent and tryin’ to not sound as drunk as I was.

Her name was somethin’ like Stella or Bella, and I’m pretty sure she was a decent lookin’ girl. She took me back to the place she shared with her sister, and while she was shy at first, she opened up once the lights were out. I tried my best to get her to leave a little light on because I spent enough time in the black of night, not able to even see my own dick in my hand when takin’ a piss. But she was too shy for dat.

I took my time, drunk as I was, and made sure she was ready for me. I wasn’t ‘bout to do somethin’ stupid to start off my leave and maybe she’d be the only girl I’d end up gettin’. I wanted her to remember a good enough time.

The sex was . . . sex. She was a little quiet, a little soft. She kept her hands at her sides, clutchin’ at the sheets on occasion as she laid under me. I eventually gave up on askin’ her what she liked, how she wanted to be touched, because she just giggled and shook her head. I liked it betta when a girl let loose, when she let me know it felt good, too.

I came, pullin’ out even though I was wearin’ a rubber. Unlike a lot of my buddies, I paid damn close attention to those fuckin’ VD movies dey showed us. Right before we shipped out, a kid I knew from trainin’ camp got the clap. Sometimes, when I think ‘bout just slippin’ in to a woman, I remember what his fuckin’ dick looked like and I spend the thirty seconds lubin’ and wrappin’ up with one of the rubber kits the officers give out like candy. I wasn’t gonna spend half my leave vistin’ a Pro Station, or worse, laid up in the hospital with my cock on fire.

Once somethin’-ella was asleep, I tried to leave, quiet as possible. The damn MPs were still up everyone’s assholes, and I didn’t wanna be put in a cage. But on my way out, I ran into her sister and her name sounded somethin’ like Stella or Bella, too. She wasn’t quite as good lookin’ as her sister, but at least she wasn’t shy.

Honestly, I was just engagin’ in small talk, tryin’ to leave, but before I knew it, I found myself, naked and sprawled out on Stella/Bella #2’s bed with her bouncin’ on my cock like she’d been born to do it. Unlike her sis, she really didn’t need my help to come, and I actually was a little taken aback when ‘bout two minutes in she started screamin’ like a banshee, shakin’ and comin’ undone on top of me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her warmth, the sweet smell of sex mixin’ with whateva clean soap she had used, until I found myself comin’ for her, just like I did for her sister.

This one was more difficult to get away from, her limbs all tangled with mine and I wasn’t ready for dat—for feelin’ like I couldn’t move. It was way too much like sittin’ in a foxhole up to ya asshole in mud, tangled with ya weapon and ya gear and leanin’ against a buddy.

I relied on instinct and stayed real still, laborin’ my breathin’ like I was asleep and sure enough, she drifted off, snorin’ her head off.

I detangled myself and got outta there. I’d come enough to be a little more sober, so I snuck a glass of water before headin’ out, hopin’ I’d be able to find my way back to base unnoticed.

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The next few weeks proceeded in much the same fashion. Drinkin’, smokin’, a little gamblin’, and closin’ out the night by finding some sweet thing to bed down. I was the happiest I’d been in a long time and even though the threat of drills and trainin’ was kept loomin’ ova our heads, I didn’t mind. Nothin’ here would eva be as bad as what was ova there.

Like I said, I was content with my days and nights and believed it would be how’d I’d spend my time in Melbourne until I saw her.

I was playin’ a game of cards with a few of my buddies, a cigarette danglin’ from my lips, the smoke waftin’ up in a thick stream when I glanced up at a loud guffaw of laughter comin’ from a few tables ova. I reached up to lower my cigarette, and when I found the source of the laughter, I saw the sexiest woman I had eva laid my damn eyes on.

She was surrounded by a group of marines I didn’t know, probably from the 7th Division. Her laughter had them captivated, and her glass of beer was—goddamn, she was drinkin’ beer like she’d been doin’ it her whole life. Her lips fit sensuously ova the thick rim of the mug, and the way she licked the little bit of liquid from her upper lip after a long draught, not just a sip, but a real drink, made me shift in my chair.

I had to know her—fuck sleepin’ with her; I just needed to be near her.

I bowed out of the game, the guys givin’ me major shit as I walked toward her table, all of them turnin’ to see if I’d make an asshole of myself.

When I stopped in front of the table, the conversation barely paused, even though she noticed me immediately and shot me a smirk, her pink lips glistenin’.

“Hi ya,” I said loud enough to turn all their attention. “Name’s Merriell Shelton, 1st Marines Division, and I’d love to buy ya a drink.”

The woman raised her eyebrow, her smirk still planted on her lips. The marines around her laughed and told me to fuck off, albeit with more polite words since dey were in front of the lady.

“As you can see Merriell Shelton, I don’t have a shortage of marines to buy me a drink. What makes your offer so special?”

American. I wasn’t expectin’ dat. Her response made it clear she was bein’ coquettish. Her tone was teasin’ and her eyes were shinin’ with a wickedness I had never seen in a woman’s eye before. It only made her more appealin’ and only made me more determined to shut the other guys up who had started laughin’ at her response, tellin’ me to keep movin.’

“Well, my offer is different, Miss, because dat’s all I want,” I said.

The marines shifted in their seats, clearly annoyed, until one of em I hadn’t seen earlier, guffawed. It was a guy in my company named James Haneson, but everyone called him Hollywood because he had movie-star good looks and wore sunglasses every chance he got. In fact, even though it was night, he had ‘em on now.

“Sure, Snafu. You’ve been with a different girl every night since we got here. Remember those sisters? Or were you just full of shit?” Hollywood said, his white teeth glitterin’ as he laughed while the othas joined in. Because I knew him, I caught the edge in his tone. He was sendin’ a clear signal, but I wasn’t ‘bout to let him win without a fight.

Still wearin’ a grin I considered to be charmin, I retorted, “I neva’ said I been a saint. All I want is to buy a drink for the most beautiful woman I eva seen who also happens to be able to drink betta than about half the men in my company.”

The woman laughed at dat, a throaty, deep laugh I felt run straight through body, like I got a good jolt from a bad wire.

“Well, gents,” she said lookin’ all ‘round her circle of admirers and fixin’ em with a sad little downturn of her mouth, which was surely negated by the wicked look in her eyes. “How can a gal refuse such a reasonable request?”

The guys all protested, Hollywood even reached out to take hold of her elbow, but she slid out of her chair and her linked her arm in mine.

“I’ll see you boys soon,” she said as she reached across the table to drink down the last of her beer.

“Wait, Kathryn! Are you gonna come back to this bar or will you be at the one ‘cross the street?”

“Or the club down on Main?”

“Or—”

Kathryn cut them off with a wink, statin’, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see!”

Then, she turned to me and whispered, “Let’s get out of here before they stop being so amiable.”

“Kathryn! Where ya goin’? You promised to have a drink with me tonight,” an Aussie marine who was at least three times my size and looked to be more mountain than man said as we whirred by him, Kathryn callin’ out her response ova her shoulder.

“Now, I know that isn’t true because I never make promises to soldiers, Roger! Catch ya around!”

As we exited the bar, Kathryn leaned into me to make way for a group of people headin’ in and she whispered right in my ear, “I took him home night before last and he came on my thighs before he even got my panties off.”

I laughed, goddamn did I laugh! She was sexy and had a mouth on her dat woulda made most men blush.

She continued to lean into me, and when I turned to look at her, her eyes were on my face and she was grinnin’.

“That was a good reaction. You see, I was testing you, Mr. Shelton, and you passed. Shall we have that drink now?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said returnin’ her dazzlin’ smile.

“I know a place that isn’t quite so inundated with, well, your lot.”

I let her lead me through the streets, happy she kept her arm linked with mine. She smelled like perfume, a familiar scent dat reminded me of the little purple sweet violets my granmama grew. Perfume was a luxury now, so I figured with the way she spoke and dressed she was from money. Girls with the kinda confidence Kathryn had were used to havin’ things at their disposal.

As we walked, she pointed out various places and named them, tellin’ me whether dey was worth vistin’ or if dey’d charge ya double.

“How do ya know so much if ya American?” I asked, no longer able to keep my curiosity from climbin’ out the bag.

“Well, my father is Australian. He met my mother while he was at University in the States. We always spend Christmas here with my grandparents, but since the war, I haven’t felt much like going back to my studies. I work in the shipyard now as a welder.”

I actually stopped in my tracks. I was expectin’ maybe a Red Cross volunteer or a nurse, but a welder, huh.

Kathryn let go of my arm and pulled off her glove, holdin’ up her hand and tellin’ me to feel it.

I reached out and ran my own calloused fingers ova her’s and across her calloused palm.

“You really are somethin’, ma’am,” I said, not botherin’ to hide the awe in my voice.

“I guess we haven’t been properly introduced—I’m Kathryn Taylor,” she said as she held out her ungloved hand to me.

“Merriell Shelton. Pleasure to officially meet ya,” I said as I enveloped her hand in mine, admirin’ the strength in her grip.

“Come on, Merriell. We’re almost to Smithy’s.”

We turned a corner and after walkin’ a few more feet, Kathryn took my hand in her once-more gloved hand and lead me down what seemed like a never-endin’, near pitch-black alley. She made a sharp turn left and then a right before we were brought to a buildin’ dat looked just like any otha bar in Melbourne, except the accents from the patrons out on the patio were all Aussie.

“Kathryn! Good to see you, luv,” the man at the door said. “And who’s this?”

“My friend, Merriell Shelton. He passed my test, Joe,” Kathryn said with a wink.

The man called Joe chuckled and clapped me on the back, however, his next words were anythin’ but friendly.

“Start any shit in there, mate, and your MPs will be the least of your concern, clear?”

“Clear,” I said with an affirmative nod.

I followed Kathryn in and got a fair share of stares, but no one seemed to pay us much mind once we slid into a little booth in the very back.

“Drinks are on me,” Kathryn said as she fished around in her little bag.

“Oh, no ma’am. I invited you—”

“Merriell. You fought. You lived. You’ll be off to fight again. I’m not the one risking my life on those godforsaken islands. The absolute least I can do is buy you a drink,” Kathryn said with finality as she slid from the booth and strode away—at least before stopping on her heel and doing a rather impressive about-face.

“I forgot to ask what you wanted,” she said with a quizzical look on her face as she stood in front of me.

I had to laugh. I didn’t think I’d eva met a woman who made me laugh as much as I had in such a short while.

“I like whiskey,” I said.

“You’ll get the finest in the house,” she said, smiling again before she turned and took off for the crowded bar.

I took a lot of pleasure in watchin’ her walk away. Her blue dress clung to her backside like it was made for the sole purpose of drivin’ a man wild.

When Kathryn returned, she had two large glasses of beer and two glasses of whiskey.

“Figured it’d be awhile before they’d make room for me at the bar again,” she said as she scooted a beer and a whiskey to my side of the table.

I thanked her and took a sip of the whiskey. It was damn smooth, so smooth I was sure I’d never tasted anythin’ like it before.

Kathryn also took a sip and thought for a moment before sayin’, “I think it has a nutty taste. Definitely not floral, not woody.”

I shrugged my shoulders at her, not sure what else to say.

“It’s my dad’s and my granddad’s favorite. I’ve been sneaking sips since I was a little girl,” Kathryn said as she slid her glass toward me. “However, I really don’t like it at all.”

I laughed again, a quiet chuckle of surprise because I wasn’t eva sure what was gonna come out of her mouth next.

“Where are you from, Merriell? Your accent is . . . sexy,” she said, pausin’ to either add emphasis or because she might’ve finally felt a little shy.

“I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana.”

“New—Naw Orlens. No. New Or-lins. How’d I do?”

“Not too bad,” I said with a chuckle. “Just don’t eva go full yank on me and say New Orleeens,” I said, draggin’ my e’s out to create dat sound I absolutely hated.

Kathryn giggled and said, “Point taken. I never want to hear you make that terrible noise again.”

We both smiled at each other, and even though the night was still young, I wished it would neva end.

Talkin’ to Kathryn was the easiest thing I’d eva done. She didn’t ask about the war, so I got to enjoy not talkin’ about it. After a few more hours and several more drinks, I learned about her childhood, her schoolin’, and her life here with her grandparents. In turn, I opened up to her about home, growin’ up and not always havin’ money but how my granmama made sure us kids neva went hungry.

I could tell I was feelin’ the effects of the whiskey and Kathryn could, too. Like everyone who wasn’t Cajun, she said my accent was takin’ up ‘more space in my mouth’ as she put it.

“But it’s still so sexy,” she said, this time bold as brass.

“I’m convinced dat nut’in on dis earth is sexy as you, darlin’,” I said, shooting her what I hoped was one of my best grins.

“You know, I’ve never met anyone with eyes more beautiful than yours. They can’t lie, Merriell. Did you know that? I’ve been testing you all night,” Kathryn said with seriousness, except I couldn’t help grinnin’ at her slurred speech.

I was a little taken aback at the compliment, though, and told her so.

“Nobody’s eva told me dat ‘bout ma eyes. Usually, dey just call me . . . unnervin’ or some shit,” I said with a nervous laugh. I had never confessed dat it bothered me to anyone.

Kathryn narrowed her eyes, takin’ her time to formulate her response.

“Prolly because you can see right the fuck through people—just like you did with, oh, what’s his name back at the bar . . . Hollywood! People want to feel like they’re special, like they’re some kinda enigma that can’t be solved. But you, Mer, you just cut right through their bullshit.”

“I’ve neva wanted ta kiss someone more dan I wanna kiss ya right now,” I said, leanin’ on the table, my fingers dancin’ ‘round the glass dat was between em.

Kathryn sat straight up and looked like I’d dumped a gallon of ice-water ova her head. I was confused enough to start to apologize for bein’ forward, but she cut me off.

She locked her eyes on mine and said, “No. When we kiss, it’ll be something that you remember for the rest of your life, not a stolen press of the lips or dart of the tongue in a back-alley bar. You deserve something more than that, Merriell.”

No woman like Kathryn had eva said anythin’ like dat to me. In fact, no woman had eva said anythin’ like dat to me. I was a lotta things, a whole lotta things, but this girl seemed to deem me worthy of far more than I eva imagined for myself.

We were both disappointed when the bartender announced last call. It was near 3 am, but I neva felt more awake; it felt like the fuckin’ Japs were a million miles away on their own stinkhole of an island, mindin’ their own goddamn business and dey had decided to keep it dat way.

“Guess I outta let you get back before they send the MPs after you,” Kathryn said, her eyes a little glassy as she smiled at me.

“Nah—da officers quit checkin’ up dat closely on us. All it takes is a few favors and ya safe from dem assholes.”

Like I was discoverin’ she was prone to do, Kathryn grew serious and changed the topic on me.

“I’m looking for something, Mer. I’m just not sure what it is yet, but I do know that I’ve never found it.”

I smiled at her, puzziln’ a little ova what she said.

“I dunno if I’ve got anythin’ dat interstin’ for ya, but I would sure would like to see ya again.”

“Done,” she said, pullin’ a little notepad and a pen from her purse. She scribbled an address on it and reached ova to tuck it snug into my shirt pocket.

She had put her gloves back on and reached up to cup the side of my face. I leaned inta her touch and closed my eyes, savorin’ her gentleness. She slid her gloved thumb ova my lips, pressin’ just a little on the bottom one. I opened my eyes and we just stood there for what felt like a lifetime, lookin’ at each other.

She shook her head, and pulled away, sayin’, “I’ll make sure you get on the right tram. Come on.”

Kathryn took off down the dark alley, and I followed her, thinkin’ there was a good chance I’d follow her anywhere.

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Opposites Attract pt. 2 (Balor/Reader smut)

Summary: Reader decides to stay the night at Balor’s home and together, the two make their way back upstairs. But, her shy facade soon melts away and her true self is revealed…

(A/N: Sorry this took a little while; my life caught up with my ass, I got ideas for new fics, and writer’s block is a large piece of crap who hates my insides. Thanks to @writing-reigns for being my go-to gal to dump my ideas for this on, and for just being my #1 cheerleader. Without further ado, here we (finally) go!)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Read part one here.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

The air around the two of you went silent as the last word falls from your lips, and you could feel the stammer of your heart bounce off the walls around you. The demon’s eyes seemed to grow even darker with every letter you spoke, as if they were swirling pools of ink.

A well earned smirk soon found its way onto Balor’s face, his hands moving towards yours as they still held the lapels of his suit jacket. Holding them together, he bent down and brushed his lips softly against the back of your hands, cheekily nibbling on the knuckle of your finger with his sharp-growing teeth.

Looking up, he flashed you a wide smile full of those beautiful pearly whites and you shivered, desperate to know what they would feel like dragging along the planes of your body. You looped an arm around his neck and pulled him down to your height. The brazen move surprised the Irishman, his eyes widening before he felt the softness of your lips descend upon his.

You moaned harshly when he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down on it, the noise echoing around the room. He lathed over it with his tongue and placed both hands on the sides of her head to keep the kiss going. The world seemed to stop spinning as you became drunk on the feel of his mouth on yours and his rough palms caressing you.

After a few moments, you forcibly ripped yourself away from his body, leaving you two flushed and panting. The Demon King’s jaw ticked as the newfound bulge in his dress pants grew and he wrapped a swift arm around your waist, pulling you close.

Arms down at your sides, you resisted the urge to touch him as you asked, “How far is your room from here, Balor?”

He chuckled, loving how lust-filled and drunk your voice already sounded. “Up the stairs to the left, then turn the corner on your right when you’re up. It’s the last door down the hall.”

“Excellent...”

That voice at the back of your head seemed to take control of your lips as she whispered those words and you could feel your own eyes darken with lust. The man in front of you smiled once more as he thrusted his arm out to the side with his palm out, sending a rush of force away from him and towards the large wooden door behind the two of you.

“Shall we, my dear?”

The door opened with a deafening slam, and seeing the small display of his power fueled your legs to move from their stiff position under you. Grabbing his hand, you slid from his grasp and made your way as fast as you could in your heels and dragged him behind you, hearing his deep laugh trail after you.

“Such speed, (Y/n),” he teased, watching you follow the directions he gave you. “Are you that eager to bed me and take my cock for your own?”

Your head swiveled around, the brashness of his comment making your underwear go damp under your dress. A low growl poured out of your throat, temporarily silencing the demon.

“Shut the hell up, Balor. And besides, I think you’re going to be the one who’s eager for me by the end of the night.”

“I love this new you, darling. She’s so sassy,” he murmured to himself as you led him down the hall and to his bedroom. Turning him around, you pinned him to the wall right next to it and began to run a hand down his chest.

Coming to the dip in his slacks, you cupped hand around his growing bulge, drawing a groan from him. The back of his head thumped against the wall as you continued to fondle him, his hands gripping your forearms while you placed soft kisses along his exposed neck.

“We should get inside,” you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want to finish the main event out here where it’s cold.”

Balor’s chest rumbled when you removed your body from his once more, leaving him flustered again. Still holding your arms, he used his powers to slam the bedroom door open and dragged you into it, slipping off his dress shoes and tossing you on the bed.

Your hair fanned around your face as you took a closer look at his room. Black wooden bookcases with iron carvings lined the wall to your right, their shelves lined with a soft wine colored velvet. A small crystal chandelier dangled from the ceiling and the moonlight that shone from the ornate windows behind you caused the small fragment to shine brighter. The bed you laid on was black, of course, with a light grey and red dotted bedsheet, complete with four thin poles with drapes hanging from them and a sheer tent-like hood atop it.

The man in front of you looked even more devilish in this lighting as he stalked towards you like a predator, crawling above you and breathing heavily. “You were a very naughty girl out there, (Y/n), teasin’ me like that and leavin’ me out to dry.”

His accent grew thicker with each uttered word, leaving you swooning where you laid, but you wouldn’t let that prevent you from taking him.

“It’s bold of you to assume that I was actually finished with our previous activities outside.”

Rolling his eyes, he slid his hands down from your arms and to your waist, rubbing his hands along your dress fabric and saying, “And what, pray tell, do you have in store for me tonight, sweetheart?”

You smirked, moving a hand to his neck and thumbing the skin there. “Why, I plan for you to submit to me tonight, sweetheart.”

“You think that I would submit to you, of all people? Please, I’m a king. The Demon King, at that,” he scoffed, glancing down at your furrowing brows.

You were having none of his cocky shit tonight.

“I suppose that could be true,” you responded, your voice a sickly sweet tone, “but did you not fall to my whim but a few minutes ago?”

Your then wide doe eyes soon fell to slits as you added, “I know what makes you tick, Balor, and you will fall for me again tonight.”

He leaned down so your chests were near touching and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “Love, I’d like to see you try.”

Again with the cockiness, you thought as you nibbled on his earlobe, feeling him take a sharp intake. I’m gonna enjoy making him crack.

“Well, then, let the games begin.”

The grin he gave you exuded savage as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and threw it to the floor where the rest of your clothes would be going. He planted another predatory kiss to your lips and you let out another loud moan, teeth and tongue clashing with his yet again.

You kicked your heels off and heard them clack against the hardwood floor below. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you used your own weight to shift to the side and roll on top of him, pinning him down by the hips and grabbing his wrists.

“Aww, look at you now,” you chided, leaning down to brush your lips to his ear like he had done to you. “Not so high and mighty after all, huh, Demon King?”

“Again, not seeing a lot of me submitting to ya. You should really step your game up, love.”

Oh, I sure as hell will, you thought as your eyes drifted upwards to the flowing drapes that hung from the bedposts around you. An idea soon sparked in the back of your mind, and you had to hold back the girlish squeal that almost left your throat. Shifting your weight on Balor’s hips to reach one pulled another noise out of him. His own eyes followed yours as you reached up to pull down the scarf-like material down and held it in front of you.

“What’re ya planning tonight, (Y/n)?” he asked as you released his left wrist to tie it to the bed frame. You noticed how he didn’t use his free hand to try and get an advantage over you, and that made your heart flutter in your chest a bit.

“I am only doing as you asked, Balor. Trying to obtain your complete and utter submission.”

His right wrist followed soon after and you smiled, reviewing the first part of your handiwork. Running a deft hand through his hair, you tugged on the short strands to pull him back to your waiting mouth. You could feel his teeth graze your bottom lip and the vibrations of a slight chuckle before you pull away, your eyes once again slits.

You pulled on his hair harder, exposing the pale column of his neck as you seethed, “You are not in control tonight, Balor. I am. So don’t test me.”

“Or what?” he questioned, his cocky bravado coming back to play. “You’ll gag me or somethin’?”

Your mind wandered to images of a bound and gagged Demon King, soft red ropes criss-crossing around his broad and pale chest as his muffled begs and pleas fell on deaf ears...

Shaking your head, you quickly cleared the unintentional - but not unwanted - sexual fantasy away. “Keep this shit up and I might as well. You would look so pretty with one of your fancy ties shoved between those plump lips of yours.”

That seemed to shut him up for the time being, and you watched his throat bob in anticipation.

“But,” you continued, “maybe we can save that one for next time. For now, you just lay here and stay quiet like a good boy so I can give you your reward. Okay?”

You didn’t give him time to respond as you kissed you way down his jaw and to his neck, nibbling at any exposed patch of skin as you went. The Irishman sighed, bucking his hips into yours to gain some friction for his hardened member. You stopped halfway down, sucking a dark mark into the soft skin.

“Stay. Still.”

A few moments later and his neck was dotted with red and deep purple bruises with the spotlight being shown on the near black one near his collarbone. You could hear his panting and feel him grow steel hard beneath you, the apex of your thighs growing wetter by the second.

Gliding your fingertips over the assortment of marks, you whisper, “You’re doing so well for me, love. Are you ready to give in now?”

The demon below you gritted his teeth and let out a rushed “no” and you sighed, tutting at the action.

“Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to try even harder now.”

And with that, you ran your tongue over the various bite marks and let out a wistful breath. The movements continued until you reached the dip in his throat and looked at the exposed skin near his shirt. You kissed at the softness there and proceeded to slowly unbutton the remainder of his white dress shirt, laying even more down after each one.

Balor tried his best to remain immobile for you, mostly because he wanted to see how far you would take this little game that you two were playing. Moving the sides of the shirt away, you moved your hands to tweak at his peaked nipples, pulling more muffled noises from him. His hips bucked into yours again but this time, you scratched your nails down his pecs and abdominals, making him hiss.

“I said stay still, Balor. Don’t make me say it again,” you repeated harshly.

His vision started to get blurry as you and your ever eager mouth reached the waistband of his dress pants, feeling you nibble at his hip bones as you held down his waist. You knew he wouldn’t last long if you continued your teasing of his form with just your lips and teeth, so you decided to cut him a little slack and unzip the front of his pants. The relieving sigh he let out made you throb and looking down didn’t fare you much better, either.

Through his dark grey boxers, you could see the wet spot that had formed right above the head. His cock had enough thickness to it that you just knew that you couldn’t wrap your hand around it fully. Pushing his pants down his thighs and off his legs, you took your time in admiring the monster that was currently shielded from your wandering eyes.

He bent his head forward to see you staring straight back with your hand currently wrapped around him, jerking him leisurely and watching him struggle to not thrust into your hand. As you let go, you ignored his groan of annoyance and pulled his boxers off as well. He exhaled, his cock finally getting attention.

Before he could fully relish in it, you pulled the remaining two drapes from the bed posts and removed his socks before tying his ankles to the bed posts. You hands slid up his legs and rested on the insides of his thighs, the sleeves from your dress rubbing against his skin beautifully.

“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight…” you trailed off as one of your hands wrapped itself along the base of him and drew the skin back to reveal his shiny head, already leaking pre-cum down the shaft. You, unable to hold back your urges, hungrily lapped it up as it dripped down and began to coat your fingers.

“P-Please, (Y/n)...”

Lifting your head briefly, you asked, “Please… what? What do you want me to do?”

The feeling of your breath on him was making him dizzy with desire, and he could feel his blackened eyes cloud over more. “Take me into your mouth, darlin’, and down tha’ pretty throat of yours.”

“Is that any way to ask for something, Balor? Or do I need to leave you here to teach you some manners?”

“No!”

The shout that came from him startled even you, feeling the room shake slightly. As you regained your demeanor, you heard him whisper, “Please suck me down, (Y/n).”

His cheeks and his upper chest grew red from the statement and you had to see more of that tonight. Nodding at his statement, you returned your mouth to his dripping cock and began to suckle the head lightly, stroking him up and down as his moans washed over you.

Stroke, twist, suck. Stroke, twist, suck, you repeated inwardly as you pushed his buttons and pulled at his sexual strings. After a while, you decided to surprise him by sucking him down until you could feel his head bump against the back of your throat.

He tugged at his restraints to try and get his hands closer to your head, but to no avail. The pressure he was feeling only went up as your motions sped up and one of your hands drifted towards his sack, fondling it between your fingers. Coming up for air, you continued to toy with him and increased the suction of your mouth, tightening your grip around him as well.

He was dripping pre even more than before, so you knew he was close. You looked back up at him to see a flushed pink Demon King, struggling against both his binds and his urge to spill into your awaiting mouth. Clenching his fists, you heard him utter, “I’m gonna cum, darlin’. Gonna pour this fuckin’ load down ya damn throat.”

His accent was getting muddled and warbled with every second as he got closer and close to climax, but you had other plans for him.

Much….better plans, in your opinion.

“How about…no.”

Your hands and your mouth left his aching cock immediately, leaving a wide-eyed Balor behind. Shock quickly turned to anger as he felt the room’s chill air begin to run over his spit-covered member and yelled, “‘Ey, what th’ fuck, (Y/n)?! I was about to cum!”

A giggle leapt from out of you unexpectedly. “Well, I figured if you weren’t going to yield to me, you would just have to wait for your orgasm. It’s pretty fair, in my opinion.”

“The hell it is! You’ve done enough of ya damn teasin’ already!”

You quirked an eyebrow at him and sat up, eyeing him devilishly. “I’m sorry, which one of us is currently bound to a bed at the moment?”

A brief silence hung in the air and for a moment, all you could hear was the combined sounds of your heavy breathing.

“I am.”

“Exactly, dear Balor. So until you give into me fully, I can do whatever the hell I want to you for the time being.”

This happened a few more times, you bringing the demon below you to the cusp of release over and over again and them pulling him back from that edge every single time. After three or so more times - you lost count after the first one; you were too entranced by his blissed out yet frustrated expressions - you finally let him go and gave a breather.

Sitting up, you took a moment to ole at his currently wrecked form. His chest was heaving heavily and you could see beads of sweat form along his forehead from being edged over and over again for what had seemed like forever and a day.

You then decided that it was the right moment to remove your dress and really get this show rolling. Steadily inching from between his slightly quivering thighs, you unzipped the back and let it fall to the floor. The wind was knocked out of Balor’s chest as he saw the strapless lace nude set that had been hidden underneath the gown. You pursed your mouth in a self-satisfied smirk, knowing that you made the powerful Demon King be at a loss of words because of a single look.

“Like what you see, baby? Because it’s all for you.”

You ended the statement with a wink and placed your hands on your hips, making his cock twitch. “Hell yeah, I do, sweetheart.”

Straddling his hips again, you pressed the weight of your hips and the lace of your underwear down on his leaking member, making him jerk and moan raspily.

“Now, I feel like you’ve been such a good boy for me lately and I think it’s time that you got your reward now, don’t you think?” you questioned the demon as you continued to leisurely drag yourself up and down the length of his shaft.

“Yes, yes please, love. Take me. Ride me until I cum,” Balor pleaded, desperation and the need to release pouring from his voice.

Lifting your hips, you pulled your underwear to the side and grasped his cock in your hand once more, trailing it in between your wet folds for a few seconds before lining up and sinking down on him. The stretch of his cock against your walls burned amazingly as you both let out cries of pleasure at the feeling.

Having him snug against your walls ad feeling him bump against your cervix with every slight move of your hips made you fall forward to face the red-faced demon head on. You slowly lifted your hips from his and slammed them back down, feeling your juices leak out from you and down his shaft.

All the while, Balor was barely keeping it together, giving a thrust of his hips every now and then but your clamped hands at his hips kept him mostly still. Mewls and small whimpers came from the big, bad Demon King as you rode him at your pace, the pressure starting to peak in your lower abdomen.

You heard a weak voice calling your name from underneath you. “Please, let me come, darlin’. Let me fill up that tight cunt a’ yours.”

A wide grin stretched out on your face. “Is that… begging I hear?” you wondered aloud, digging your nails into his chest again, watching the red crescents bloom in his skin.

Is it finally happening? Is he really…?

“Ya wanted me to beg, (Y/n)? Ya wanted me to submit to ya? Fine, you win. I’ll give in to ya. Just please, please, let me come. I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

Shock crossed your vision for a quick second before being replaced with pure joy as you heard his accent grow jumbled with the need to cum right then.

“I win, then? Will you be my good little boy and give me my prize now?”

“Yes, (Y/n)! Whatever ya want.”

You moved your hands from his hips and began to move faster, allowing him to buck hem against yours with every bounce you gave. Gripping his shoulders now, you leaned down to his ear and bit at his earlobe. “I want you to cum for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

That’s all he needed to just let go and with a few more thrusts of his pelvis against yours, you could feel him entire body shudder as he growled and his cum shoot deep inside you. His climax triggered yours and you could feel yourself falling off of that edge of ecstasy with him, warmth filling your core.

As you fell atop his sweaty chest, you took note of all of the marks you had left on his body, from the bite marks and hickies that littered his neck to the scratches that trailed down his shoulders and his pecs. It left you with a strange sense of satisfaction that you were the one who was able to make him feel so worn out and done.

Sliding off of him with a soft ‘pop’, you reached up and behind you to untie his limbs and watched him sigh, the tightness of the drapes finally leaving him. You crawled over to his side and placed kisses along the skin patches you could reach and moved to hold his hand.

“That was fun, Balor,” you said after a brief silence, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat and the rhythm of his moving chest. “And don’t deny how much you enjoyed it as well. You came so much that I can feel it dripping down my thighs right now.”

He turned his head to place a firm kiss to your forehead. “Although I did have quite the experience, there’s somethin’ still plaguing me.”

“What is it?” you asked, turning your body and leaning on your elbow to look down at him.

“You said ‘next time’ earlier. Will there be a next time between you and me, darlin’?”

You scoffed, coming back down to snuggle against his warm body. “Of course there will be. I’m not done with my favorite little boy just yet.”

“Good,” he replied, chuckling at your response, “because in the morning, I’m gonna repay you back for everything ya just did to me by a tenfold, (Y/n). Just you wait.”

Oh god, you thought as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, kept warm by the Demon King’s thick arms all throughout the night.

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dxsty-knxckles · 5 years ago

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You keep teasing Weiss that she should give the ol' tits a squeeze, when you gonna walk up to her and ask for a fuck?

“I don’ recall ever teasin’ her about squeezin’ my tits. I told her she can feel my abs if she wants.”

“Also, yah don’ just ask a classy gal like Weiss for a fuck...Yah gotta smooze her up first, get her flowers, some chocolate, make her dinner by candlelight, treat her to a ROMCOM, maybe a hot bubblebath...”

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toxic-lucky · 5 years ago

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Am I legally allowed to say i'm straight for your boys and gay for your gals bc jesus christ dude they make my heart go AAAAAAAAAAAAA

ghjugyftdfgyuhygfg yeah but what about my nb’s and neutrals? uwu? I’m just teasin’ But I get what you’re saying and thank you!!!!!

#asks #anon

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concussed-to-pieces · 6 years ago

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Fandom: WWE/CZW

Pairing: Jon Moxley/Unnamed OFC, Dean Ambrose/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirsty Crew, happy third of Halloween! A short, saucy tale in the spirit of the season, partially inspired by that “what if Dean and Jon met” ask. Tagging the usual suspects, @oraclegazes, @toxiicpop annnnnnd @hardcorewwetrash!

Enjoy!

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains consensual choking and mentions of previous abuse. Stay safe everyone!]

Mox was relatively certain that something had been put in his drink. Rather, an unwanted something, as opposed to the searing warmth of more rum. Stupid Sami, dragging him out to this stupid funhouse and then ditching him. Callihan was going to catch a boot to his stupid ass next time Jon was within kicking distance.

Right now though, he was thoroughly disoriented, the warped mirrors everywhere not mixing well with his already churning insides. He went to lean against one and found out the hard way that it wasn’t a mirror, but an empty frame hanging a foot off the floor. Moxley tripped through and hit the ground on the other side with a hard thud. His ribs protested loudly, reminding him of the reason why he was drunk in the first place. Duly noted, Jon raised his cup to his mouth and drained the contents.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?” That was a woman’s voice. Jon swung his head around blearily, trying to figure out where the noise had come from. A hand touched his own and he realized that she had knelt beside him. She was…damn. Mox felt his insides twist violently and it had nothing to do with his burgeoning nausea. “I knew I lost you back in that last room.” She continued, her words fading to background noise as he just kind of…stared up at her. What the hell was the term? Ennui? Déjà vu? Some French bullshit that Callihan would absolutely whip out if he felt like being an extra large dickhead. An impossible familiarity for someone that he'd never met.

She helped him stand, her strength surprising him a little. She actually draped his arm around her neck as she carried on talking and Mox carried on gawking at her. The red light of an Exit sign flickered in the half-dark, that was where she was leading him. He had been led to worse by uglier. Jon hadn’t heard a word she had said, but he did wish he hadn’t left his cup on the floor back there. He was almost certain there had been more to drink.

“There!” She announced happily as they emerged from the house of hell mirrors. Jon breathed a sigh of relief and then grimaced in pain, gripping his ribs tightly. “Dean, was that too much? You don’t look so good.” She said worriedly, accidentally brushing the cut on his forehead and then jumping when he flinched. “You’re hurt! Why didn’t you tell me? We need to get you home, c’mon, let’s--” She wrapped her arm around his side and Mox swore hoarsely, pushing her away as best as he could with one hand.

“Kitten?” That voice was familiar, but definitely for the wrong reason. Jon's mind felt like it was scraping on sandpaper as he tried to figure out why he knew that man's voice. “Kitten! You out here?”

The woman turned, looking behind them in confusion. “Dean? But I…”

She didn’t have long to worry because the other man was reacting the way any guy would react if he saw a strange, grubby weirdo pawing all over his girl. A fist cracked into Moxley’s jaw and he went ass over teakettle down the stairs, the back of his head slamming on the cement sidewalk. More than stars danced in front of his eyes, unconsciousness as irresistible as siren song.

Dealt with bigger and uglier.

Mox forced himself back up, one fist half-cocked while the other hand wrapped around his midsection to clutch his ribs. “Bring it, you fuck.” He spat. “Your girl was all over me!” Then, Jon was thoroughly bewildered and struck uncharacteristically silent when he moved into the weary fall twilight. Well, himself. He. Another…him. Double vision?

The woman clung to the other him, the one she had called Dean, wide eyes fixed on Mox’s face. “Sonuvabitch.” Dean breathed. “What kinda’ sick joke is this shit?”

“What th’ actual fuck?” Mox asked conversationally, faced with a mirror image that mimicked his own incredulous expression. “You got my face. I forgot how fuckin’ ugly I was.” He grunted.

“So did I.” Dean snapped, obviously not in a great mood. “Kitten, what the hell happened in there?”

“I don’t know, we split up in that weird hallway and when I came out on the other side, I-I saw him on the ground and I thought…” Kitten’s voice faded uncertainly. “He looks just like you.”

“Before I got a few hot meals into me maybe.” Dean allowed grudgingly, a possessive hand stroking over Kitten’s hip.

And a regularly scheduled dicking. Mox smirked despite his discomfort.

“I mean, he looks just like you did. Do you have a younger brother?” Kitten asked.

“Nah. Only child.” Dean cut his eyes at Mox, who nodded in reply. “Both of us, I guess. So that still leaves the question: just who the hell are you?”

“Name’s Jon Moxley.” Jon announced grandly, like he wasn’t well on his way to drunk and half-dead. “Hardest scrappin’ mutt that th’ CZ can offer.”

Dean went pale.

Kitten left his side, hesitantly moving towards Moxley with one hand out like he was a skittish animal. Jon debated snapping his teeth, but he was fairly certain that Dean would crush his skull under his boot for acting out. So he stayed still, even when she touched his cheek. Even when she ran her hand over his hair. Even when she cupped his neck. “Y’ lucky. I don’t let jus’ anyone touch me.” He huffed.

She had tears in her eyes as she traced the wound on his forehead and it made Mox’s stomach drop out wrong.

“Th’ fuck’s a’matter with you?” He asked, “Shit, I ain’t that ugly.”

“What happened to you?” She answered his question with another, her voice barely a whisper.

“I had a fight. It’s kinda’ how I make a livin’.” Moxley answered brusquely, catching her hand and rubbing his stubbled cheek over the back of it. Her wedding band pressed into his skin, a hot line of simple metal. Not his girl. His wife. “Y’ got real soft hands.” Jon mumbled. “You oughta’ be swingin’ at me.”

“She can’t.” Dean said roughly. “She loves me. She loved me even when I looked like you, a thin fuckin’ mess fightin’ for my dinner every night.” He took Jon’s arm. “C’mon, we’re gettin’ you some food.”

“Ah, easy.” Mox shook Dean off of him, the bruises on his ribs chiming in angrily. “Kinda’ busted up here, man.”

“Sorry. I forgot.” The two of them were exactly the same height and it was incredibly strange for Jon to be scrutinized by eyes the same shade as his own. Dean appeared to dislike the sensation as well, looking away after a moment. “Kitten, you all set?”

…

They fed him. Actual food. A steak, even. Mox couldn’t have told anyone how they got to this restaurant or even when they had ordered. All he knew was there had been a caveman cut of meat that he had absolutely demolished while Dean and Kitten (is that her real name?) fed each other fries and watched him eat like a proud couple that had adopted their first pet.

Kitten actually patted him on the head at one point, cooing “good boy.” Jon felt his face flush, ripping another piece off the steak with a little more enthusiasm than necessary. “Isn’t he just the cutest?” Kitten asked Dean, who nodded surprisingly quick. “Look at him eat. What a sweet mutt.”

“You like him, don’t you?” Dean murmured, popping another French fry into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “You always did like the busted-up shit.” He leaned over the table and looped his index finger through the D-ring on Mox’s collar. “Well mutt, my gal seems t’ have taken a fuckin’ shine t’ ya’.” It was strange seeing his smirk on someone else’s mouth. “Y’ wanna’ come home with us? Sleep at the foot of the bed?”

Jon looked away, knowing his face must be bright red at this point.

Dean chuckled. “Only teasin’, man. You buy into it too easy.”

“I-I knew that!” Mox snapped, trying to hide his stammer. “I was jus’ playin’ along t’ make your girl happy n’ shit. Shut up.” Kitten patted his hair again, lacing her fingers through his mess of curls to scratch his scalp. Mox shuddered all over, sucking in a breath.

“Thank you for playing along.” She said softly.

“I…uh, I--a-anytime. Ain’t like it’s a big deal.” Oh God, God what the hell was wrong with him? This was teenage behavior. He’d grown out of this defensive attitude ages ago (or so he thought) in favor of adopting more of a nonchalant façade, unfazed by whatever favors did or did not come his way. She tugged lightly on his collar and Jon groaned without meaning to.

“Don’t mess with him, Kitten.” Dean said, his tone almost paternal. “You remember how rough it was for me. That’s naughty shit.” Through his daze, Mox suddenly noticed the faint rub marks from a collar on Dean’s neck. They were half-hidden by the lapels of his leather jacket, but still visible to Jon. “Hey, she’s good to me and I indulge her.” Dean continued gruffly, obviously aware of Jon’s goggle-eyed stare. “You wanna’ indulge? I’ll make sure it’s uh, worth your while.”

Jon swallowed hard, shooting a look at Kitten.

…

Worth your while.

The sheets felt strange, slippery-smooth on Jon’s exhausted body. How the hell did I get here? Kitten was tucked into his side, pressing kisses to his cheek and neck eagerly while Dean looked on. “No biting.” Dean warned, and Jon rolled his eyes.

“Because I make a habit outta’ that shit, right? Fuck you man.” Moxley said, no real heat behind his words. Dean chuckled, reaching out to stroke Kitten’s hair.

“He’s gonna’ be good for you, Kitten. Are you gonna’ be good for me?”

“Yes, yes.” Kitten whispered, her eyes fixed on Dean. Jealousy curled a nasty fist in Jon’s stomach and he grinned in an effort to dispel it, catching Kitten’s chin in his fingers and giving her a long, sloppy kiss.

“Hey if you’re gonna’ be touchin’ on me, you’d better look at me with those fuckin’ pretty eyes of yours.” He muttered when they parted, his breathing a little harder than he would have liked.

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and Jon knew he was hooked. Those lips curved into a little pout, eyes half-lidded while she studied him from under her lashes. Moxley had never felt more scrutinized in his life.

“Kitten…” Dean reached out to pet her again. Jon growled in warning without actually meaning to, immediately feeling embarrassed. “It’s alright. I know how it is.” Dean said simply, familiar blue eyes a little too bright. “Does the same thing to me. Wanna’ keep her close and safe, y’know?”

“I don’t even know her.” Jon shot back, flustered.

Dean shrugged, his tongue poking out from between his teeth when he grinned. “Whiny bastard. Almost as bad as Crowe.” Mox somehow knew that Crowe was this version’s Callihan, somehow.

Kitten mouthed at his ear and Jon flinched in surprise, wrapping his fingers around her throat. Her pulse beat rapidly beneath his touch, like a trapped bird. Jon felt dirty all of a sudden.

Her hand covered his own on her neck, holding it there when his grip loosened. “Easy, Kitten.” Dean’s voice rasped a little. “You’ll scare him.”

“I ain’t scared of anythin’.” Mox growled. “Your bitch wants me to choke her, I’ll fuckin’-” Dean was on him in a second, cutting off the rest of his sentence by crushing Mox’s head against the comforter.

“You, do not call her a bitch. She’s no one’s bitch. Especially not mine.” Dean’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You can call her Kitten. Anythin’ else is gonna’ earn you an asswhuppin’.”

“Look, I didn’t…it’s just what I say, man. You gotta’ know this isn’t the first time I’ve uh, been. In. This kinda’ situation.” Jon tiptoed around actually apologizing once Dean let him go, his hackles up after that rough treatment. “Chill th’ fuck out with that look, Kitten.” He grumbled. Kitten was begging for a kiss, her pretty face all pensive like she thought he would deny her.

She apparently couldn’t take a hint, climbing into his lap and taking a kiss from him instead.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna’ be, huh?” Mox gasped. “Grind against me then, like a good girl. C’mon, do it. Do it while your man’s watchin’. He’ll love ya’ for it, promise.” Moxley leaned in to whisper, “Bet you’d love it if I pumped his kitten fulla’ my come, wouldn’t you? While he’s right over there.”

Her wide-eyed look in reply made him worry momentarily that he might have misjudged the situation, but then she smiled at him. “I missed you.” She said sweetly. Jon’s brow furrowed in confusion.

It felt like an eternity of exploration, his shaking hands mapping out miles of soft skin while Dean (the absolute pervert, Mox was quickly discovering) egged him on. What kind of guy aside from a pervert would tell another man to touch his girl? And Christ, Kitten was all kinds of into it, rolling against Jon’s body and squirming in his lap enough to actually get him hard.

Jon had found on more than one occasion that these weird…couple threesomes threw him off his game to the point that his erection would fade. All the men wanted was for him to fuck their girls, and it always had to be in a specific way, specific position. They would orchestrate the act until that was what it was. An act, with Jon playing the part of a mindless, filthy fighter, hungry and angry and willing to take out the pain on whoever he could.

It wasn’t a hard role to play. Jon was honestly bored to tears of it. Snap his teeth, show the whites of his eyes, tilt his head too far to the side. Girls liked pulling on his collar like they had the control and he let them think they did for a little while. As long as their boyfriends would permit.

“Now fuck her.”

Everything was so damn ugly all the time. It was exhausting playing to whatever dark, nasty desires people wanted to act out. Mox couldn’t exactly afford to be picky and it showed in his illustrious line of seedy hookups.

He would come back to CZ afterwards, immediately shower and try to scrub the wrong out of his skin. The feeling stayed no matter how hard he scraped and he begged, he begged for more time in the ring; a way to escape the cycle of filth through honest violence, no need for the pantomime of emotion, sick of the knee-jerk reaction of bile that surged in his throat whenever a couple approached him.

“Now fuck her.”

He was no different than the women they shoved into the ring to distract him. He had known that for a while.

But this…this was weird. He had been picked up off the ground, fed. This room was clean, no piles of trash or laundry in the corners. For a rare minute, Jon felt as though he wouldn’t wake up with his kidneys missing. Might have something to do with his bad habit of talking to himself while he jerked off. Dean’s voice did sound exactly like his, after all. If he closed his eyes he could even pretend that he was alone with this girl. This woman.

Kitten.

“Jon, are you alright?” Kitten asked gently, making him start. His eyes flew open.

“I uh, yeah, m’ fine.” Jon mumbled, burying his face in her neck. Where the hell did her clothes go? “Gotta’ job to do, right? I mean, how much did it cost to feed me?” He tried to joke, the distraught look on her face catching him off guard. “Shit, don't be all weird about this, Kitten.”

“Oh, you done it now.” Dean grunted. Jon was about to ask him what he meant and then Kitten’s hands were undoing his jeans.

“Wait, uh...” Jon loathed how pitiful he sounded, his voice all ragged. Kitten stopped the second he spoke (and what a relief that was, usually they didn’t), looking up at him. “Y’ can’t. Not yet, okay? I-I ain’t gonna be able to, uh...perform, un’nerstan’? Once you start manhandlin’ me it’s kinda’ done. I get…my brain fucks me over and then I’m no good for anyone. Don’t wanna’ ruin your fun, Kitten.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

Mox gritted his teeth, exhaling through them. “Fuckin’ ‘course you don’t. Like no one’s ever touched you when you don’t wanna’ be touched.” He shot back, angrier than he meant.

“Oh. You…you don’t want me to touch you?”

“No, it’s just that I’ve had this shit happen a lot of times an’ I don’t wanna’ go full useless on you.”

“Necessity.” Dean murmured, making Mox flinch. He’d almost forgotten about his doppelganger. “Kitten, I’ve talked with you about that shit. The ugly shit.”

“Oh no, you too?” Kitten asked, framing Jon’s face with her hands. The distress in her eyes made Jon wish he was a better liar. “Jon, I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up.” Mox said half-heartedly. “Jus’ don’t touch me below the belt til’ you’re really ready t’ fuck and it’ll…” It’ll what? Sort itself out? It’ll be okay? Christ Moxley, you fucked this up. “You didn’t know. Don’t apologize.”

She brought his face close, resting his cheek on her chest while she stroked his hair. Jon, unused to this gentle treatment, went still. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt by people like Dean and I.” Kitten said softly.

“None of th’ couples I’ve been with are anythin’ like either of ya’.” Mox took a chance and grabbed one of her wrists, bringing her hand down to stroke over the thick bulge of his cock. “Promise, this one’s all for you Kitten. But gettin’ me hard is easy. Keepin’ me hard is the part that’ll do ya’ in.” He warned, groaning when she gripped him firmly through his jeans.

“I’ll make you a fuckin’ bet.” Dean announced. “I bet that Kitten can get you off before she comes. I fuckin’ bet you, Jonny-boy.”

“I mean, that sounds great.” Jon replied reluctantly. “I just ain’t gettin’ my hopes up is all.”

“Will you let me try?” Kitten asked, clearly excited about the idea.

Jon grumbled for a minute, running a hand through his own hair in an effort to hide how flustered he was. “Fine, I guess. But if-”

“No buts. I never lose.” Dean shot him a predatory grin. “Never.”

“Lie back, please?” Kitten requested and Mox didn't want to be rude. She unzipped his jeans, pushing his shirt up out of the way so she could kiss the bruising on his ribs. Mox grunted, shutting his eyes tightly and willing his erection to stay, for fuck’s sake please. Her mouth, her mouth-

He hadn’t been expecting her mouth. Normally he got a quick jerking session and then it was on to more important things. It had been ages since a mouth graced his cock; hot, wet mouth warming already heated skin, lips pressing to the sensitive head in a soft little kiss. Oh fuck. Jon writhed underneath her, his breath coming in short, rasping pants. Oh fucking God. He needed to be quiet. No one liked when he was loud.

“Gotcha’.” Dean smirked, his fingers tangling in Kitten’s hair and pushing her to take more of Mox’s cock into her mouth. Jon propped himself up on his elbows, his arms trembling while he watched this beautiful woman suck his cock. “That’s right, you get an eyeful ‘cuz she’s got a mouthful. Look at her fuckin’ go, Jonny-boy. Bet that feels great, doesn’t it? Bet you’d love to come down my little Kitten’s throat. But you know what’d be even better?” Dean asked, urging Kitten down until her nose brushed Mox’s pelvis.

Jon’s customary swear cracked and broke when her tongue swirled around the base of his cock.

“It’s even better when you come in her cunt. She milks a dick for everything that it’s got, don’t ya’ Kitten? And she’s always so fuckin’ wet. She drips down her thighs an’ she tastes so fuckin’ good, Jon, she’s delicious.” Dean half-groaned. “Want to fuck her?”

Kitten pulled her mouth off of Mox’s cock, stroking him and looking up at him with those pretty, pretty eyes. Jon swallowed audibly. “Yeah.” He whispered.

“What?” Dean asked teasingly. “Couldn’t hear ya’. Gonna’ have t’ speak up.”

“I said yeah, dammit. Don’t make this shit weird.” Jon snarled, fully aware of how ludicrous that statement was as he glared at the man who looked exactly like him. “Yeah, I want to fuck your girl. Okay? Better?”

“I mean, that’s great an’ all, but I ain’t in charge here.” Dean’s grin had somehow widened. “Better ask the gal between your legs.”

Jon swallowed again, his mouth unusually dry. His tongue didn’t seem to want to cooperate while Kitten was still working his cock, her eye contact making Mox’s stomach tighten. “W-Would ya’…uh, consider maybe…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “Listen, ya’ know what I want so don’t fuck with me, Kitten.” He huffed. “It’s your choice.”

“Do you want me?”

“…I guess I do. A little. M’ curious, okay?” Mox allowed. “Y’ got a nice mouth an’ your man did make a fuckin’ bet. You don’t want him to lose, do you?” He continued, his smirk coming back as he decided on his course of action.

Kitten’s reply came in the form of a thoroughly unimpressed look, but she gamely nodded all the same. “How do you usually…?”

“Normally the boyfriend tells me what to do. I uh, I got no complaints about you ridin’ me, if you’re into that. But it don’t matter t’ me either way.” Mox had the hardest time trying to phrase it nonchalantly, trying to make it sound like he really didn’t give a damn.

“Remember Kitten, he comes before you.” Dean instructed her.

Kitten must have felt Jon’s cock twitch hungrily because she glanced up at him, smiling. “You got it.” She moved up over him, her hands on his shoulders.

“W-Wait, condom-”

“Fuck that.” Dean growled, latching onto Kitten’s hips and settling her down on Jon’s cock. “You fuck her raw or not at all, mutt.” His teeth snapped in an eerily familiar manner on the last t.

Kitten crooned in delight when she finally rested flush on his pelvis. Jon made a choking noise, feeling her twitch and shudder on his dick. “Hah.” His breath left his lungs all at once like he’d been punched in the stomach. No wonder this guy married her, he thought dazedly. “Kit--”

“Ain’t she the greatest?” Dean said conversationally. “’Course, it’s not hard t’ be a tight fit when you’re sportin’ hardware like me an’ Jon, right Kitten?”

“He feels so good, Dean!” Kitten cried, her nails clawing at Jon’s shoulders. “He’s stretching me like you do, it's so good-!” She threw her head back and Jon grabbed her hips.

“Just scream my name an’ I’ll do whatever th’ fuck ya’ want.” Jon snarled. “C’mon Kitten.”

“God Jon, oh God-” She whimpered, making Dean groan.

“That ain’t fuckin’ screamin’, pussycat.” Mox fucked up into her fast and rough, his injured ribs forgotten. “I want--you--t’ scream, Kitten.” He demanded, one hand hovering at her neck. “Scream for me, scream for ya’ mutt, do it-”

Kitten keened his name and Jon’s hand slammed shut on her throat, robbing her of her breath. Her cunt slicked anew and Mox could feel her gush hot and wet all over his cock. “Better get me off before y’ pass out, Kitten.” He growled with a sinister smile. Girls liked it when he played the villain and Kitten was clearly no exception, her hips rocking wildly in an effort to render Jon powerless. And God, it was absolutely working. Her little whimpers and whines fighting their way past his hand, the way her pussy gripped his cock even tighter, the way her eyes rolled back…

Dean slipped behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and reaching around to play with her breasts. “You gonna’ come, Kitten? I know you want to, but we promised Jon.” He sang. Kitten gave a soft hiccup of despair that traveled down the length of Jon’s arm to pound mercilessly in his groin. “How’s she feel, Jonny-boy?”

“You lucky son of a bitch.” Jon hissed through his teeth. “Incredible. She’s incredible, Kitten, Jesus fuckin’ Christ--”

“Little different from what you’re used to, huh? I toldja’, she’s the best.” Dean grinned. “Kitten, m’ gettin’ antsy. Wanna’ speed this up?”

Kitten actually started working in circles on Jon’s dick, her pelvis angling in a manner that seemed designed to wring Jon's sounds free. Mox’s hand gripped even tighter on her throat, his own breath stuttering at the fucked-out look in her eyes. “Oh Kitten, Kitten, fuck.” He muttered, “I’m gonna’ come-”

“Come in her, do it, do it.” Dean goaded, one hand moving up to cover Jon’s on her neck. “You love it, I know you love it but you can’t come yet. Not until I’m fillin’ you up, Kitten.” He breathed, his smirk firmly in place while he held eye contact with Jon.

The last thread of his control snapped and Jon snarled at Dean, releasing Kitten’s throat and gripping her firmly by the back of the neck instead. He tugged her down until her chest pressed to his own, their foreheads barely touching. “You’re amazing.” He breathed. Kitten licked her lips, her eyes half-lidded and moans issuing from her mouth as he continued to fuck her. “You deserve th’ fuckin’ world.” Mox paused, then said haltingly, “If...If I ever get someone like you, I promise I’ll take care of ‘em. Keep ‘em safe.”

“Thank you.” Kitten sighed, resting her head on his chest. “Come for me, please Jon, please…” The desperate little mewl she let out was what killed Jon, and he crushed her hips against his own so he could bury his cock in her as deeply as possible. Jon's teeth gritted hard enough to make his jaw ache, desperate for something to bite to stifle the noise when he came.

Kitten gasped for breath, her hips shuddering while he emptied himself into her. Jon kissed her hungrily, his teeth shut tight against her mouth so he didn't do something he might regret. Moxley was only aware of Dean lifting her off of him when she suddenly wasn't kissing him anymore, the other man murmuring something to Kitten in a husky tone.

“Thank you.” Kitten said softly, her voice frayed. “Thank you, Jon. Sleep good.”

Jon grabbed for her hand frantically, his fingers lacing through her own. “Wait.” He begged. “Please wait. I…Kitten, please…”

Despite his hold on her, she seemed to be getting further and further away. Her voice was barely audible when she spoke again, the world fading out around him.

“I’ll see you again, Jon…”

…

“…ley? Mox! Yo, Moxley!” A smack to his head startled Jon awake and he snapped his teeth wildly. “Hey easy! It’s just me, man. Been lookin’ everywhere for you.” Callihan put his hands up defensively. “Couldn’t find you. Didja’ fall or somethin’?”

“Ki…” Whatever the name was, it slipped from Jon’s brain before he could fully latch onto it. “Sami.” He grabbed the other man’s shirt. “Did you see anyone else around?” He knew he sounded too desperate, but he didn’t really care. His dream (his dream?) was vanishing rapidly from his memory. Already, Mox felt dumb for quizzing Sami.

“No? I’m pretty sure you an’ I were the only ones here. Why, somethin’ happen?” Sami asked curiously.

Jon couldn’t remember why it mattered. His ribs ached, his head hurt, his mouth was dry and he just wanted to go to sleep. “Never mind. Fuck. Fuck. Get me outta’ here, man.” He pleaded, covering his face with his hands. “Wanna’ leave.”

“Alright man. Let’s go home.” Sami agreed, concern evident in his voice. Once he’d gotten Moxley upright, he pulled the other man to lean on his shoulder. “Mox, are-”

“I’m pretty sure my head’s fucked, Sami. Should prob’ly see a doc. To…tomorrow.” Jon mumbled thickly. “I ain’t never lettin’ you drag me to another one of these fuckin’ mirror houses again.” He glanced at a mirror on their way by and caught his reflection winking at him. He wearily flipped it off. “Fuck you, buddy.”

“Talkin’ to yourself again, Mox?” Callihan chuckled.

“…yeah, I guess I am.”

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maid-of-the-golden-deer · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Soen no Kiseki/Akatsuki no Megami | Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Heather/Nephenee (Fire Emblem) Characters: Heather (Fire Emblem), Nephenee (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: Love Confessions, First Kiss, Cute, Sweet, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Well like more like 'goofs who can't see obvious signs' but that tag is the best i could do, Post-Canon, Love, Declarations Of Love, like you can see what i'm getting at here im tagging every cutesy tag i can, its just good pure fluff, i wanted to write some cute gay gals on this blessed pride month Summary:

“Is this just friendly teasin’? Do you do this to every gal you’re sweet on?”

"‘Do you do this to every gal you’re sweet on?’ Neph...You are the only woman I’ve ever been ‘sweet on’."

#i wrote this last night #nepheather #fire emblem tellius #fe10 #heather (fire emblem)#nephenee #fire emblem

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damnedcrybaby · 6 years ago

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A playlist describing my muse(s)

Tagged by: @fadedbouquet (i’ma sucker for music memes thank’a youu <3)

Tagging: @thosefour ; @canaryavalon ; @notlikegcds ; @jiti-jagti ; @vaguerdoubts-hiatus ; @zosoperfect ; @daggermxchanic ; @morfvandewald

(sorry for any disinterest or doublies!!)

CAROLINE

PERSONAL ANTHEM: “Guido’s Song” from Nine. GUILTY PLEASURE: “I Want To Be Bad” by Helen Kane. SINGS WHILE DRUNK: “Can’t Take My Eyes off Of You” - Franki Valli FAVORITE LOVE SONG: “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” by Elvis Presley... she’s usually a fool rushin’ on in so, it works... SINGS TO LOVED ONES: “Skinnamarink’a Dink’a Dink” !! SONGS THEY FIGHT TO: Knuck If You Buck by Crime Mob “You Don’t Own Me” by Lesley Gore LULLABY: Mostly Psalms from the little red book tucked away in the pews at church, honestly, she knows all the words and they remind her of her childhood so she sticks with ‘em. ALWAYS STUCK IN THEIR HEAD: “Lollipop” - The Chordettes SINGS IN THE SHOWER: “Why Do Fools Fall In Love” by Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers SINGS TO ANNOY PEOPLE: ...“Ain’tcha” by Helen Kane... typically used when someone’s already annoyed with her and she’s teasin’ about it... SONG THAT MAKES THEM EMO: (emo omg) “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from Phantom Of The Opera... makes her think of Papa, especially at the end when she spent all of her time with him.

SONG THAT MAKES OTHERS THINK OF THEM (according to Daniel & Eli): Sugar Town by Nancy Sinatra

I got some troubles, but they won't last !! I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass !! And pretty soon all my troubles will pass, 'Cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo~ Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town

DANIEL

PERSONAL ANTHEM: ... Yelawolf’s “’Till It’s Gone” or “In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company” by the Dead South. GUILTY PLEASURE: “Take Good Care Of My Baby” by Bobby Vee SINGS WHILE DRUNK: “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley FAVORITE LOVE SONG: “Love Me Tender” by Elvis Presley SINGS TO LOVED ONES: “I Beg Your Pardon, I Never Promised You A Rose Garden” by Lynn Anderson... he does what he can, dangit, so shut up Caroline... SONGS THEY FIGHT TO: “The Fightin’ Side Of Me” by Merle Haggard LULLABY: “Big Rock Candy Mountain” ALWAYS STUCK IN THEIR HEAD: “Ice Cream Man” by Tom Waits SINGS IN THE SHOWER: “Crazy” by Patsy Cline SINGS TO ANNOY PEOPLE: “Why Baby Why” by George Jones, much like his sister, this is his go-to when someone’s sour at him... SONG THAT MAKES THEM EMO: “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” by Waylon & Willlie... awwwwwww

SONG THAT MAKES OTHERS THINK OF THEM (according to Eli & Caroline): Hank Williams Jr. “Country Boys Can Survive”

Country boys can survive; 'cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run- 'cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns. We say grace, & we say ma'am: If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn.

ELIJAH

PERSONAL ANTHEM: “We Are Nowhere And It’s Now” by Bright Eyes. GUILTY PLEASURE: “Cherry” by The Jive Bombers SINGS WHILE DRUNK: “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” - The Rolling Stones, okay but please for the love of everything imagine my lil lawyer boy belting this at a drunken karaoke night... FAVORITE LOVE SONG: “I’m A Believer” by The Monkees SINGS TO LOVED ONES: “Baby Love” by The Supremes, also a song used to poke fun at any loved ones acting sore towards him... SONGS THEY FIGHT TO: Ballroom Blitz - Sweet, & you can fight me on this one.... LULLABY: classic lullabies, good ole’ Rock’a By Baby and all’a that, Eli hasn’t got a lot of baby-lullaby’in experience... ALWAYS STUCK IN THEIR HEAD: “Rockin’ Robin” by Bobby Day SINGS IN THE SHOWER: “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?” - The Shirelles SINGS TO ANNOY PEOPLE: “Has Anybody Seen My Gal?” - Art Landry, and absolutely used to annoy Caroline... SONG THAT MAKES THEM EMO: “Rainy Days and Mondays” by The Carpenters, (lmao)

SONG THAT MAKES OTHERS THINK OF THEM (according to Daniel & Caroline): My Way, Frank Sinatra

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt: I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall, & did it my way!

#~memes #~i loved this and spent way too much time on this

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themonolithicmystique · 5 years ago

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Rockette, what are your thoughts on the big blue gal trying to make her way up in the cosmic neighborhood?

Depends which one ya mean. If you’re talking the REALLY big one who blew by me an’ Groot a few years back, I stay out’ve her way. Lot of fun teasin’ the locals about eating ‘em; not nearly so much fun when someone’s out there who’ll eat you cause they’re bored. If you mean the runt who used to pal around with the other blue broad, get back to me when she’s got the stones to pick a fight without her girlfriend in tow.

#Nebula #Mantis #Rockette and Giroot #Anonymous

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1800areyouslapping · 7 years ago

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Non-Con/Dark/Yandere.

You are just about the prettiest gal Jesse’s ever come across. All bright eyed and bushy tailed. Young, too young, as he’s heard many times. Came into Overwatch ready and willing to do whatever you can to fit in and pull your weight. McCree admires your Spitfire, all of your gusto. Your charming, angel of a smile that strangely reminds him of his own. You could charm the pants off of anybody, especially himself.

What was best about your arrival sixth months ago, was that your attention was always homed in on him. Anytime you’d pass eachother in the hallways you always made time to say hi and give him the best hugs. Making sure to sit with him in the mess hall at dinner and lunchtime. It didn’t take long for him to latch onto you, start feeling a bit... possessive.

It had gotten to the point where you were making plans to eat with eachother. Readjusting schedules just to get a little bit of time to hang out. McCree’s not usually one for falling hard and falling fast, but damn you’ve got a tied string wrapped around his heart, and you tug on it anytime you're around.

When he buckled down and invited you to his place, decided it was time he try and make an honest woman outa you, you seemed uncharacteristically apprehensive. Fumbled over giving him an excuse to say no. Every moment you spent not telling him yes, caused that string you tied around his heart to tighten painfully tight. Created a wash of heat in his chest. Thankfully you gave in, slapped your hands down on your thighs and said, “Why the hell not!”

McCree thought to himself, the words gliding across his brain as free and natural as a bird, good girl. He agreed out loud, “That’s right, why the hell not, Darlin’.” ‘Took you long enough to say so, nearly broke my heart.’ Broken off and swallowed down. Best to not come off to clingy.

It’s not the easiest thing, just going out and taking a little lady on a date. The woes of being an outlaw. But he can still fix up some grub and make a table look real pretty. More personal and better than any restaurant in his opinion. He can provide anything you’d ever want or ever need, right within the confines of his home.

Besides, it feels like you and him have been on plenty of dates already. All it’s gonna take is a few solidifying statements, and maybe a primal act to officially make you his.

Jesse’s following you through the door to his place. You’ve got the best God damn sway in your hips that he’s ever seen, the nicest round ass. He don’t mean to be ungentlemanly, but he can’t help but gawk at it. You just dressed up so nice for your date with him. Wearing the cutest little sundress, with frilly shoulders that sit on your arms. Exposing your shoulders and neckline.

Halfway through the dinner and Jesse is tryna understand how a girl like you can be so damn nervous. Your leg hadn't stopped bouncing under the table for the entire dinner. Sipping on your wine a little faster than he had anticipated you would have. Not he minds much, he likes a girl who can drink. The more relaxed you are the better things are gonna go later. After some banter, and a couple of more glasses of wine McCree gets up to put on a little slow dancing music.

“Hey, McCree?”

“Go on, Darlin’.”

“Did you ever... I don’t know--” You hang your head as you tug and pull at the hem of your dress nervously. “I guess I was wonderin’ if you ever were sweet on the idea of havin’ a kid.”

Lord, that’s another thing he adores about you. You grew up in the New Mexico just like him. Talk so much like him, the accent is so darling coming from your lips. McCree laughs as he picks out a song. Swings around, takes his hat off of his head, and extends his hand out to you. “It’s’a little early to be thinkin’ about children don’t’cha think?”

As you’re doing that thing where you fumble over your words. Saying ‘no’ over and over again. Insisting that wasn’t what you were tryna get at. You were just curious is all. McCree grabs you by the wrist and yanks you up out of your seat. “Eh, now don’t fret so much. If I happened upon the right little lady, I’d be more than obliged to have a kid or two.”

You whine a little at his answer. Shift around in his arms as he’s trying to hold you close. It seems like perhaps your tryna resist him a little bit and he doesn’t like that one bit. “Hey Sugar, how ‘bout you relax?”

You mind him, but only slightly. Keeping your arms tightly pulled against your body, allowing him to sway you to and fro. Not exactly the romantic dance he was going for. Finally, he decides to just say “to hell with it.” Maybe your pent-up cause you're anticipating the flow of the night. So he’ll just go ahead and break the tension.

Jesse tips your head up so you're looking him in the eye. “God damn, you’re beautiful, you’know that?”

The look you give him is one of pity, and that’s something he just don’t understand. “Oh, Jesse I-- I really should get goin’.”

His fingers curl around your jawline. Anger and offense bubbling in his belly. “Did you hear me just give you a compliment?”

“I-- I did but...”

McCree lurches forward to kiss you. Forces his mouth over yours. Groans to let you know just how much he wants you. You don’t reciprocate it. Instead, you’re shaking your head back and forth. Trying to get away from him. Making the “mm-mm” sound in your throat. He pulls away to get a look at you and ask, “Are we goin’ too fast?”

“No-no, Jesse-- I-- I don’t like you like that--”

Instantly the string around his heart snaps. Releasing a dangerous flood of hurt, and livid hot anger through his blood. “What the fuck you mean, you don’t like me?! What have we been doin’ for the past six months?! What are we doin’ here tonight?!”

Tears brim in your water line. Big doe eyes, darting back and forth across his face. You’ve never once heard him raise his voice, and here he his yelling in your face. “I’m real sorry-- I’ve been a coward, I realize this is awkward.. but--”

“Awkward?!” He growls as he shakes your head so hard some of your hair comes out of your neat ponytail. “You don’t get to fuckin’ tease a man to the point of lovin’ and then tear ‘em down like this!”

“Jesse, I wasn’t teasin’--”

McCree’s had enough of hearing you tear his heart apart. Seething rage at your audacity to string him along like this, breaking his gentleman-like persona. More like stomping on it, and trampling it into the ground. He clamps a hand over your mouth. Picks you up and starts to drag you along. Big, bright eyes widening, begging him to let you go.

Tears stream down your cheeks. Legs kicking so wildly that you land two swift blows to his each of his shins. Startled he drops you, and you try to bolt. But his long reach gets you by that ponytail. Yanks you back into his hold, with a loud yelp from your mouth. Your back slamming into his chest, taking your breath away.

You wheeze out, “McCree, please--” he’s quick to clamp a hand over your mouth, big fingers digging painfully into your cheek. McCree doesn’t wanna hear any more from you. As far as he’s concerned everything that’s ever come out of your mouth was a lie, a farce.

He continues dragging you towards his bedroom, your heels dragging against the floor. You’re still kicking, screaming and begging into the palm of his hand. The adorable, baby blue kitten heels you wore in here flying off of your feet, colliding with walls, with loud, jarring thumps. McCree keeping his neck craned back, avoiding your attempts to headbutt him with the back of your head.

Jesse both throws you and himself down on the bed. His weight crushing on top of your body. Pushing you so far into the sheets that it’s hard to breathe through your nose. You’ve never been so scared, never cried so hard. If he’d just let up on your mouth you’d be able to tell him. All of the courage you needed to gather, here in this present moment, as your last hope of keeping yourself from being raped by-- you can’t even bring yourself to think it right now.

It’s far too late. Your heart drops, stomach turning at the sound of his belt unbuckling. McCree yanks your underwear down your thighs just enough to jam his cock inside of you. You wail into his hand, squirm and try to get away from just how much it burns. His girth and length are nowhere near forgiving, and you weren’t lying when you said you weren’t attracted, not in the least. So the first moments of him jackhammering into your resistant pussy are agony.

The pain is almost welcome. At least in replacement of the nausea that wells up in your throat when you think about just how fucked up your world as just become. You thought things were going so well. Eventually, you woulda got up the courage. You were just too naive to see the underlying darkness that McCree was always carrying around with him. Eventually, you acclimate enough for the pain to mellow out. But his thrusts are still too fast, too deep.

Jesse has long been beyond giving a shit about your comfort. He’s too lost in the heat his body is producing. How fucking tight you are around his cock. Holding down one of your arms by your wrist. You smell so, damn, good. He always notices how you smell, but right now it’s heightened. Smelling like flowers and sweets, reminding him of an old, old fling he had once when he was young.

His hand is soaked with your tears. Fevered, hot breath, bellowing against his fingers. McCree’s close to cumming, it’ll just take a few more moments. Just a little bit longer of you taking each cruel snap of his hips against your ass. Of his cock slamming up against your cervix. Stretching your walls apart. Making you keen and sob with every full, deep sheath.

You start to settle down as his thrusts become more erratic. Sobs settling down into little hiccups. Damn you’re cute, cheeks all rosy and swollen. The string around his heart still tugging at the sight of you underneath him, seems it didn’t completely snap after all. He sits up, still holding your wrist to the bed, his hold around your mouth tightening as he cums. Buries himself inside of you and lets all of himself out, emptying his greedy cock, getting his satisfaction.

Jesse’s feeling guilty for being so rough. Especially without any foreplay, but he just wanted you so bad, and nothing else mattered. You must understand, and he’s sure that if he’s sweet enough you’ll forgive him. He kisses your temple, down along your jawline and into your neck. “See how much I love you, Sweet Pea?”

You shake your head from side to side, still trying to reject him. You look up at him, soft eyes turned into daggers. Finally, he releases your mouth. Sits up, pulling out of you in the process. Puts his dick away. Shakes his head in disbelief. “Any damn person would be lucky to have me, Sweet Heart.” He scoffs at himself, momentarily having forgotten about needing to be sweet. Corrects himself, “I’ll make it up to you, Baby.”

Still, you shake your head. Pulling up your underwear with shaky hands. Sobbing openly and unrestrained. “You got anything to say for yourself?” He asks, leaning forward, as you’re crawling across the bed in order to get out from under him. “Don’t you see what’cha do to me?”

All of a sudden you get up onto your knees, rear your hand back and throw your whole body into smacking him across his face. The hit hurting your own hand more than it hurt him. “I’m your daughter!” You spit at him, finally getting out what you’ve been aching to tell him from the moment you stepped foot into watchpoint.

Anticipating his next bout of words you sob, “Ask the manager’a records if you don’t believe me.”

You crawl off of the bed, nearly collapsing onto the floor but managed to gather your barrings. Sniffle and wipe away snot and tears with the back of your hand. McCree’s too in shock to stop you as you start to walk away. Trying to process the new hitch thrown into your relationship. You limp into the hall where you pick up your heels. That won’t do, he can’t just let you walk out that door. “Get back here so we can talk.”

“Just ask to see my birth certificate--” you sob and stamp your foot when you fail to get your shoe on. Arms too shaky, body too weak for coordination. “They’ll show you.”

“Do not make me get up after you, little girl,” Jesse says lowly. You look to him like a gazelle eyeing a predator in the grass. A dumb animal would have run, but you’re no dumb animal. You drop your heels in defeat, yielding to your father’s authority. Good girl.

#daughter!reader #mystuff #fic #non-con/painful sex #dark/yandere!McCree #that ask had me SHOOK #mccree x reader

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